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Star Fox: The Unexpected Mission: Chapter 7, Punishment has never been so good Part II by Liengod
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#7 of Star Fox: The unexpected mission - Alright, here's the next part of the previous Star Fox chapter. As I stated at the end of the other chapter, this was broken into two parts. And now, heeeeeeeeeere's part two!! =================================== Chapter 7: Punishment has never been so good.
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[
"Domination/Submission",
"Fingering",
"Fox",
"M/F",
"Plot Development",
"Revenge",
"Rough",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series",
"Vixen"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97859-star-fox-the-unexpected-mission-chapter-7-punishment-has-never-been-so-good-part-ii
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Alright, here's the next part of the previous Star Fox chapter. As I stated at the end of the other chapter, this was broken into two parts. And now, heeeeeeeeeere's part two!!
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Chapter 7: Punishment has never been so good. Part II
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0‾Recap‾0
In our last installment, lady luck has turned her back on Fox, when he was captured by Empress, a well known model of Coneria, who also appears to be a specialist in ESP. She has taken Fox hostage, and is now treating him as her personal pet. However, something in Fox was saying that he was enjoying all of this punishment. It wasn't out of love or anything...just a fetish that Fox himself, never knew about, until now. What does Empress have in store for our warrior now? We will find out, soon enough.
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"Are you finished, my little pet?" Empress asked Fox, watching him the entire time to see how well he's progressed, and from the looks of things, he's done a good job.
"Yes...Mistress." Fox grumbled as he still faces the wall, still on his hands and knees, letting Mistress see his work. A smile appeared on her face, as she knelt down to Fox's level.
"Very good...I was expecting a bad job, but you passed it seems...." She then yanked the dildo out of Fox's ass without any warning, making Fox wince in pain, and tossed it aside, standing back up again. "Now stand up my little pet. I have more plans for us, tonight." She ordered, placing a hand on her hip. "And if I were you, I would hurry up...you won't like me when I'm mad." She warned him in her stern tone.
Fox struggled to get onto his feet. That treatment he received just moments ago was hurting so badly, Fox could not feel his thighs. Still, he did what Empress told him, and stood up straight, his eyes shut tightly as he tries to bare the pain.
"Very good...very good. Now, I want you to walk over to that table, and lay down on your back." Empress ordered, pointing at the table with the straps on it. "I don't care how sore your ass is. You better lay down on your back, completely." She demanded, her eyes lighting a flash of red as she spoke.
Fox slowly walked towards the table, holding in his urge to wince from his sore ass. It was pulsing so much, it felt like someone had just tore him apart from inside. Fox laid down on the table, on his back as instructed, the burns from the spanking increasing ten fold once the table made contact with his bum. Fox was starting to whimper, but his will would not allow him to do that. Thanks to Empress's powers, the straps held Fox down in place, strapping his wrists, ankles, and his neck.
Empress walked around the table slowly, observing every inch of Fox's body, as she thinks of a new way to have fun with him. An idea came into mind, when she stared at Fox's face. His muzzle in particular...would serve a very good role. She took a little bit of time, and undid the dress that she wore, letting it fall to the floor gracefully as she stepped out of it. When she pulled off her black laced panties, she placed her hand on Fox's cheek, caressing it gently in her hand, making him look at her.
"Now...I want you to keep your mouth closed at all times..." Empress instructed, while she suddenly tied her panties onto Fox's face. It was in a way so that he could see everything, but cannot open his mouth, no matter how hard he tried. Empress smiled happily at this result, before she suddenly mounted on him, straddling his neck, so that her pussy was right in front of his face. Fox looked up at her, wondering what the hell Empress was trying to do? At first, Fox thought she wanted him to eat her out, but how could he with his mouth tied up like this?
Fox's answers soon came, when Empress rose her body just a tad, to let her pussy hover over Fox's face. "You should feel lucky...I wouldn't let a said body part into my pussy...but for you, I'll make an acceptation." Empress spoke to him in a gentle tone, then lowered herself right on Fox's muzzle. As she did, her pussy sat right on his muzzle at first, then slowly, it began to sink inside of her, making sure that it was engulfing his muzzle completely. Empress gave off a long good moan of sensation, while Fox closed his eyes, and begins to struggle a little bit, because it felt like his air was being cut off as she did this.
"Just let it happen, my little pet. I hope you have good lungs for this.." Then without warning, Empress's body started to bounce right on top of his muzzle, her pussy slamming right into Fox's face as she did so.
Fox could not make up his mind on what he was feeling right now. His face, and the back of his head was starting to hurt, and it was pretty hard to breathe with Empress bouncing on his muzzle like this, but at the same time, it was making him go crazy from the intense pleasure he is receiving. Empress's moans grew a bit louder by the second, as she reached back to grab on to Fox's cock, and jerk him off as rough has her paw would allow. Fox begins to moan inside of her pussy, giving a nice vibration inside of her. "Oh god...yes..this feels so good...I haven't played with...myself..for such..a long time!"
Empress was now beginning to pant, and her fur was becoming drenched with sweat, as she continued to pound herself into Fox's face. Fox was now drowning, because her hot juices were constantly streaming out of her pussy, getting into Fox's mouth, and inside of his nose. It was getting much harder for Fox to breathe, as Empress's movements became faster, and harder. It did not take him long to figure out that she has officially lost herself in the middle of her fun and pleasure.
"More...more...I want MOOORREE!!!" Empress's cries for pleasure grew louder, and her lust was building up at a fast rate. Right when Fox felt like he was going to pass out from the constant streaming of hot juices, and the lack of air, Empress suddenly halted herself, and slowly got off of his muzzle. She undid the panties that held Fox's face shut, and gave Fox a few minutes to coughed up any juice that he swallowed, and get his air back....then she gagged him with the same panties, stating at Fox's cock with hunger in her eyes.
Fox tried to look at her, but with the strap holding down his neck, it was hard for him to see what was happening. All of a sudden, he felt something very warm engulf his cock slowly, but completely, making Fox shut his eyes tightly, hearing Empress's moans in the process.
"Ahhhhhhnnnn...." This wet, hot, tight, juicy, sticky feeling, was coming straight from Empress's pussy. She straddled Fox's waist, and dug her nails slightly into his chest. "This...will be your final session...my little pet..." Empress's voice was now very shaky, while she looked down at Fox with lust clouded in her red eyes.
Fox took a glance at her face, sensing this lust, and all he could do was grunt, or moan, due to the panties in his mouth. "And you...should be honered...your the second animal...I've done this with...." Empress giggled lightly, before she started to grind her hips against his own. Wanting to savor the time she has with him.
As Fox allows Empress to do this, he begins to wonder, could he really call this a punishment? Maybe in the beginning it was, when she started to spank him, ram a huge dildo in his ass, blocked him from cumming, and got his faced fucked so hard, he thought he was going to die from sufocation. But now..it feels completely different. As if Empress isn't punishing him at all..but he's not complaining one bit about it.
"Mmmmm...who would have thought you would make me THIS happy, my pet...." To emphasize her point, Empress's tail was wagging as she kept grinding him like this. She closed her eyes, as she swayed her hips, back and fourth..left and right..then moving in a nice, circular motion, all while Fox's cock stays nestled inside of her. Her breasts moved majestically as she did this, and a wide smile remained on her face. But now...she wanted more. Her lust was building up quicker as she continued, and each minute that passed, she was getting more crazed.
Fox on the other hand was feeling more than relaxed right now. If he knew that it felt THIS good, he would have accepted the dates he received from fan girls a LONG time ago. The way Empress's walls were rubbing against his cock, the way they tightened on him, the way her pussy constantly oozes with juices..It did not take long for him to realize that Empress was about to unleash her wild actions. He could easily feel it, all in her movements. Her grinding became a bit rougher each second, and her nails were starting to dig a little deeper. Empress was also panting a bit harder as well. Before he knew it, he could feel Empress bounce on top of his cock. It was slow at first, but as time passed, she began to pick up her pace.
"Don't...just..lay there..." Empress spoke between breaths. "Move your hips....too...try to...move faster...than mine..." Empress's nails were now digging deeper into Fox's chest, as if she was bracing herself for impact.
Fox mentally grinned when she gave him that order...he had to admit that this was the only part of the punishment that he has no problem admitting that he likes it. He begins to thrust his hips at a rough pace as soon as Empress ordered him to move, biting down on the panties that are currently in his mouth.
The sudden movements from Fox caused Empress to moan out very loudly, making her nails dig deeper into Fox's chest, and shut her eyes very tightly. "Oh god! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Ram me harder my pet!!" Empress begged, panting harder than ever, rocking her hips against his, and her pussy tightens around his cock. Loud wet smacks echoed through the room, every time their hips meet. Fox's fur became so damp from the sweat, the dye actually washed off of him, showing his true fur color. Empress's breasts were bouncing nonstop from their wild movements, and her lust grew with every thrust that was made. Her nails were now drawing blood from Fox's chest, making him moan out through the panties.
"AHHH‾! Just like that!! Show me how strong you really are!!" Empress used a bit of her power to undo the straps that binds Fox's wrists to the table, as well as his neck. Juices were flowing non stop as Fox continued to pound his cock into her, and once he noticed that his hands are now free, he reached up and grabbed both of her breasts very firmly, giving both of them such a good squeeze. He pressed his thumbs against her perky nipples, making Empress cry louder, and louder, and a large wide smile appeared on her face.
Empress became so crazed by this, her dominance kicked in, and suddenly placed her hands on Fox's shoulders, then pushed him down on the table, pinning him down with her body. Next, she started to suckle upon Fox's neck very roughly, making Fox moan out even louder through the panties. The harder Fox rammed into her, the harder she was biting into him, for it would not be long until Empress finally hit her limits. However, Fox was not about to let her have all the fun. He reached for her rear, and let his fingers run along it's cheek. In only a few seconds, he found her opening...and once he did, he slammed his fingers right into her ass, making Empress arch her back completely, and scream out in pure pleasure.
Her blood red eyes rolled back as she looked up at the ceiling, and her muzzle was wide open, while her nails left scratches upon Fox's shoulders. That one move made her explode all over Fox's cock, hitting his thighs and stomach in the process. Her hot, sticky juices was enough to make Fox erupt like a volcano inside of her, making Empress scream out again once his hot liquid rushed through her like crazy. Fox slowed down his movements, letting the both of them ride out the pleasure, and Empress collapsed right on top of Fox. She panted heavily against Fox's neck, while Fox took his fingers out of her ass. Empress weakly removed the panties, before she lightly petted Fox on the head, a very wide grin upon her face. "Very...very...good...my.....big....pet..."
Fox grinned as he panted, once those words left her lips. "Hey....what happened...to little?" Fox asked her, knowing full well why she did not call him that.
"Don't push it...." Empress warned, that big smile still plastered on her face, even when she tried to make it go away.
The two of them remained like this a while longer, before Empress decided that it was time to get cleaned up. The two of them left the hidden torture room, bringing their clothes with them, and entered seprate bathrooms to wash themselves. Fox used a towel instead of shaking his fur dry, because he wanted to make sure not a fluid was on him. Then he reapplied the dye, and puts his clothes back on, leaving the bathroom, and heading for the living room, to meet with Empress. She wanted to grade him on his "performance."
"My goodness Fox...I knew my night with you would make me feel so much better." Empress explained to him in a graceful tone, her voice a little dry sounding from all the moaning she did. "As promised, you are free to go, with the GSP."
"Wait Empress...I have one more question for you, before I leave.." Fox stood up from his chair, a mystery nestling itself in Fox's brain, nagging him like a puppy that was poking him constantly. "I have to ask....why did you let me enter you...like that? I have a feeling you won't just let ANYONE inside of you...right?"
"Your right..." Empress sighed for a moment, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she spoke. "The reason why I let you in me...is because you remind me of my husband. He is exactly like you..a warrior of the galaxy, a well respected ace pilot, who has a fetish for being dominated." Empress explained. "He died in the middle of combat. And all I could do is greive over his loss...I missed him so much, and when I discovered that you were in here, I just had to get that feeling...the feeling I've wanted for such a very long time."
"Wow...that's...very deep.." Fox couldn't really think of a better reaction to that.
"I just want to thank you Fox, for letting me have this one night. Letting me relive the days when I was happy..as I said before, you are free to go." Empress told him, and Fox thought it was best not to say anything at this point. He nodded his head, before turning around to leave, when Empress called for him again. "But...let me give you one advice..." Fox stopped, and listened to what she had to say. "If you find that special someone...and decide to tie the knot with that someone...do what is best for you both, and quit fighting..live a normal life. I know that is a hard task, to ask of a young warrior."
Fox turned around at that moment to thank her, but she vanished right at that moment. With that, Fox left the mansion, and made a nice, long walk back to his home.
When he finally arrived in his house, he found Kei watching a movie, and eating popcorn. "Oh hi! Your back!" Kei jumped from his seat, setting down the bowl of popcorn, and ran to Fox with a bright smile on his face. "How was it? Did you get my GSP back?"
"Don't ask...just know I had to go through very great lengths to get this thing..." Fox pulled out the GSP, and showed it to Kei. Right when Kei was about to take it, Fox instantly puts it away.
"Hey! What's the deal?" Kei asked, folding his arms, and glaring up at Fox, who only smirked.
"Our deal is, I retrieve your GSP...and you tell me about the Sharp Claw. " Fox answered. "That is, if you really know anything about them."
"Ugh..fine." Kei walked back over to the couch, and turned off the television with the remote. Then he sat down before he spoke again. "You may want to sit...we're gonna discuss this for a while." Kei puts the bowl of popcorn on the table, and for once, he looked somewhat serious about things now.
"Now we're getting somewhere..." Fox smiled at this, and sat down across from him. "Alright. Start talking."
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And there ya have it folks! A big gift to my dedicated readers. Keep on reading, because the plot shall thicken in every chapter from here on out, and each one will bring us a step closer to Fox's revenge. Tune in next time around, when I update on this puppy again. And for those of you who are reading the revenge of the nerds series, that will update soon. I hadn't got to writing the next chapter yet, since I was putting all my focus on this one, so be sure to keep a look out for it. I'm writing it as we speak.
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Seven days :( by Batox Felis
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# Writed by: Batox Felis # All rights reserved © ,,Seven Days'' Seven days to salvation, Seven days of pain, Seven so long days, Before you come, I wait in big desire, I want you to be saved with you, Only seven lenghty days, Until I can feel the magic, Of your tears and blood pulse,
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[
"Bear",
"Love",
"Poem",
"Poetry",
"Secret Love",
"Tiger",
"Young Love",
"lonely"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249640-seven-days
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Writed by: Batox Felis
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All rights reserved ©
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,,Seven Days''
Seven days to salvation, Seven days of pain, Seven so long days, Before you come, I wait in big desire, I want you to be saved with you,
Only seven lenghty days, Until I can feel the magic, Of your tears and blood pulse, Dearest.
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Faux Pas: Every Dusk Has Her Day by Thakur
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April couldn't find Randy anywhere! It seemed like her brother had simply disappeared. She searched every area of the farm, her three kits following in tow. She'd been living at the farm for almost six months now, and her kits had grown considerably, though they were still only a little more than
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[
"Bondage",
"Fanfiction",
"Faux Pas",
"Feral",
"First Time",
"Fox",
"Heat",
"Impregnation",
"Incest",
"Knot",
"M/F",
"Non-anthro",
"Oral",
"Rape",
"Tie",
"Underage",
"Vaginal",
"Virgin",
"Voyeurism"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464589-faux-pas-every-dusk-has-her-day
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April couldn't find Randy anywhere! It seemed like her brother had simply disappeared. She searched every area of the farm, her three kits following in tow. She'd been living at the farm for almost six months now, and her kits had grown considerably, though they were still only a little more than half their full, adult size. This wasn't the first time Randy had disappeared mysteriously. None of his friends seemed to know where he was, though the wallaroo had said something peculiar about the well. Still, when she had checked the well, no hide nor orange fur was to be found. Finally, she deigned to ask a yellow cat. "Have you seen Randy?" "Huh? Oh...I think he's...tied down at the moment." April blinked. "Then, you know where he is?" "Uhhh...no?" the cat replied, unconvincingly. Ember, whose fur was as bright as Randy's, if not brighter, said, "Maybe he's actually tied down!" April said, "Hush..." But the yellow cat's tail twitched anxiously. She turned on him, narrowing her eyes. Something niggled at the back of her mind. "You know where he is: you'd better tell me or I'll..." The cat was speechless, eyes wide, ears flattened. "I-in the barn, in the back!" "Come along, kits," she said, leaving the trembling feline behind. Her son, Leaf had his jaw dropped. Amber said, "Wow..." and Ember yipped, "Awesome!" April didn't like to be a bad example for her kids, but sometimes a young vixen has to put her foot down. She'd searched the barn already, calling Randy's name, but he hadn't responded. April didn't bother calling him name, instead searching each stall in turn, until the very last one make her gasp. Randy was there, all right, and he was tied down! The bright orange fox was pinned on his back, with his head and shoulders leaning against the back of the stall. April realized why he hadn't answered - whoever had done this had managed to tie a muzzle around him. He could only open his mouth just wide enough to stick out his tongue, and the loudest sound he could likely make would be a yip or a groan. Randy groaned, shaking his legs. Each of his front legs was pinned up next to his chest in a rather adorable way, tied together and useless. His hind legs were even worse off, bound around each paw and tied off to opposite sides of the stall. All in all, it was a rather compromising position, except that her brother had managed to curl his tail up between his legs. "C'mon kids, head on back to the house. Your mother will take care of this." Ember was as quarrelsome as ever, "But Mom, we want to help!" Amber nodded in agreement, but Leaf looked uncertain. "I mean it, Ember. Get moving!" She needed to find out who had done this to her brother, and if it was who she suspected it was, she didn't need her kits to see their uncle so embarrassed. "Awww," Amber whimpered, her yellow tail drooping, but the three little foxes scrambled off toward the air conditioned section of the barn. April turned to face her brother, cocking her head at him. "Was it the cats?" Randy nodded, miserably. "Randy! You're stronger than ten cats! Why would you let them do this to you?" He opened his wide, terrified eyes. What had happened to her brother, April wondered. Afraid of cats, of other foxes, of...chickens? She knelt down to take one of the ropes in her sharp teeth, but something stopped her. "This can't go on," she said, simply. When Randy raised an eyebrow, she explained. "I don't know what happened to your self-esteem, but it's out of whack. And you're still as innocent as when we were kits together! Cindy was telling me that you two were together a year ago when she was... well..." In heat. If a year had passed, that meant it was breeding season again, though April herself was still on Australia time. How had she failed to notice that? Cindy had been smelling a bit...off recently. April had never lived with another vixen, much less two, so she hadn't recognized the signs. As hard as Cindy and Randy tried to keep Cindy's sister, Dusk, away, the mysterious vixen was never too far away from the farm, trying to seduce her brother. Randy only looked more confused. April sighed, but she had an idea. "And you got distracted by marriage ceremonies. You're a fox! You need help, and I know just the solution - an early honeymoon!" If Randy refused to grow up, she would make him grow up. She moved her muzzle away from the rope that would have begun to release Randy from his bondage, moving instead between his splayed legs. She nudged his tail aside, and when he brushed it back up reflexively, she planted a front foot firmly down on it. April's throat was dry as she peered between her brother's legs, and Randy whimpered, struggling against the ropes, his fur fluffing out ridiculously. April hesitated. The young tod was her brother, and she had no business doing what she was about to do. But it was for his own good, and he'd thank her later. Swallowing, part to quell her nerves and part to wet her tongue, she lowered her muzzle to Randy's bright, white sheath, and licked. "Mrphh!" Randy cried, struggling. April wondered that his eyes didn't pop straight out of his head from the shock. She just licked him again, getting him ready for what was to come. The musky scent of his unused equipment reminded April of her own first time. She'd been just as naive as Randy...until someone forceful enough came along. There was certainly no talk of weddings before, during, or after. She licked again, despite her litter-mate's struggles, and was gratified to finally see a bit of red poking out. Was this the first time his penis had seen the light of day? She slid her tongue all the way around his tip, and despite himself, Randy moaned. Now, he was quickly filling out, though his wide eyes were still terrified. He'd watched way too much television! She kept slurping at him, until his cock was nice and hard. She looked down at her bound brother, and was almost tempted to ride him herself...for a second. He was her brother. Why was she even thinking that? She shook her head to clear it, and said, "Randy, I'll be right back. Wait here." With that, April bounded out of the barn. She'd found Randy, now she just needed to find Cindy. From behind the boxes, three pairs of mischievous eyes peered out of the darkness. Amber fluffed out her yellow fur, looking at her tied up uncle. Randy struggled again, kicking his hind legs, but the ropes held strong, keeping him spread eagle. That strange, red...thing between his legs was still visible, even though Amber's uncle was trying dutifully to cover it with his bushy tail. Ember, of course, was the first to leap out of cover. Amber and Leaf followed, watching Randy's eyes almost pop out of his head when he saw the three, half-grown kits. His face was bright red...but maybe that was just because he was a fox. Leaf said, "What's that...popsicle thing Mom was licking?" Amber loved popsicles, and true, there was some resemblance. She'd always liked blue raspberry, though. Together, the three kits approached Randy. Ember said, "I dunno, but it looked like she liked it!" Amber nodded, adding, "And she thought it would help Uncle Randy out! We can help too!" Ember let out her bright, chipper laughter and pounced on Randy's tail, pinning it to the ground beneath her. Now the three kits could all see exactly what was growing between Randy's legs. Ember chuckled as the tail beneath her twitched, uselessly, beneath her weight. The bright, red kit said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go lick it!" "Mmrph! MMRPH!!" Randy cried, kicking his legs uselessly. Amber crawled up her uncle's left thigh, with Leaf on his right, until the two kits straddled the red popsicle. She wasn't sure how this would help Randy, but if it did taste like the desert it resembled, how could she turn that down? "Go on," Ember urged again. Tentatively, the brother and sister opened their mouths and licked. Randy squirmed, whimpering. Amber and Leaf looked at each other in surprise. Leaf said, "It doesn't taste sweet at all!" Amber chimed in with, "If anything, it's salty, but..." she took another quick lick, then continued, "it's not bad." Leaf nodded in agreement, and soon the two siblings were lapping eagerly, while Uncle Randy groaned and shook his head back and forth. But he'd done that for Mom, too, so Amber knew better than to listen to their uncle's complaints. "Let me have some, too!" Ember cried, clambering up between her two siblings. Just like the others, she completely ignored the two, soft, round bits. They didn't even register as important. Unlike the other kits, her path went right over them. "Arrrgfh! Yrnnnoof!" Randy squealed, as the hefty kit stepped on first one, then the other furred ball before seating herself on his sheath. Her wagging tail thwapped the two organs, albeit much more gently. Ember's tongue joined her brother and sister in lapping at the tip of Randy's weird salt lick. Uncle Randy began to whimper and whine, the popsicle twitching, until Amber got a taste of something extra salty, right at the top. "It's a creamsicle!" The other kits joined her, quickly lapping the very tip. It seemed like each time they licked, more and more of the white cream appeared. Randy just groaned, apparently trying to dislodge the three kits by shoving his hips up and down. He had no luck. Amber heard a loud groan from the boxes behind her. Mom!? Dusk stepped out, swaying her hips and flicking her tail as she revealed herself. She'd only watched the scene for a few seconds, but that "creamsicle" comment made her groan. "Kits, get off your uncle. Believe me, your mother won't be happy if she finds out." If Randy had seemed terrified before, he looked to be having a heart attack now, watching Dusk with stunned, green eyes. The kits were obedient, scrambling down and hanging their heads. Dusk thought they were afraid of her, which suited the vixen just fine. Dusk smiled at Randy like a fox in a hen house, making the nervous tod shiver. "Run along, kits, Aunt Dusk will take it from here." Ember whined, "But we wanna help!" Such a precocious child. Dusk smiled sweetly and said, "This is something between a tod and a vixen. You can help when you're older." Leaf stood to go, but Amber whined, "Can we at least watch?" Dusk didn't know how much time she had left, but she certainly didn't have time to argue with kits. Sighing, she said, "Fine, you can watch. You can learn along with Randy what that 'creamsicle' is really for." The three kits sat a few feet away, watching with unending curiosity. Had Dusk ever been that naive? Probably not. The vixen slinked up to Randy, who kicked and struggled against the ropes. Those cats were certainly good with knots. Randy was helpless, and no one was around to stop her. Finally. Dusk quickly scaled his body, until she was looking down into his wide, horrified eyes. Would he be more frightened if he knew that she was in heat? Did he even know where kits came from? He was watching all the wrong T.V. shows. She lowered her hips until her heat-swollen mound nestled up against Randy's shaft. She'd waited so long for this, but she unfortunately didn't have the time to truly savor the experience. With one paw, she lifted his cock, guiding the tip to her puffy, y-shaped folds, and she sat down, to a chorus behind her of "Ohhh!", "Woah!!" and "I get it!" Randy and Dusk whined together as his fat cock spread her apart. As much as she hated to admit it, this was Dusk's first time as well. She'd tried so hard a year ago to steal him from Cindy, that she'd missed the mating season completely! But she'd finally done it. She'd beaten her cousin again. A wide smile cracked the vixen's lips. Despite his whimpers, Randy couldn't seem to keep himself from humping his hips up and down. Finally, the boy was giving in to his instincts! Dusk had had no idea it would feel this good! Every inch that he moved his massive dick in and out of her sent her mind reeling, and Dusk found herself riding him frantically, sliding her hips and and down his cock with repeated, wet schlups! With her tail raised, the three kits could see everything. Suddenly, she began making a weird yiffing sound, a cross between a moan and a gasp for breath. Looking down, she saw that Randy was bulging madly at the base of his cock, nearly twice as wide! She couldn't take that...but she could slide all the way down until her swollen lips kissed it. Again and again she sat down on him, clenching down around his huge shaft, her whole body trembling each time she reached his thick, throbbing base. Then, Dusk heard voices. Cindy and April! They were at the front of the barn and coming quickly. She didn't have much time, and though she could feel his warmth leaking out into her, it wasn't enough. Gritting her teeth, Dusk launched herself into her work, growling at the reluctant red fox. "You'd better cum or I'll..." The nameless threat was all she needed. Randy yelped, and launched himself up against Dusk, just as Cindy and April turned the corner. Both vixens' jaws dropped, but they were too late to do anything now! Dusk yiffed endlessly as Randy spurted inside of her, her whole body shaking and shuddering. Hot semen poured up into her fertile womb, and the vixen got a certain sick satisfaction that Cindy had managed to actually witness the exact moment that Dusk had beaten her. No matter what happened now, Dusk would always be Randy's first, and her kits would be a constant reminder. Oh, victory was sweet, indeed.
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Things That Flower by Squirrel
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"I think it would be beneficial," Annika suggested, "for the both of us." "I'm not ready to suggest that to Wren. I'm not ... even sure I want to do that," Rella confessed. On the second level of the promenade. On the snow rabbit station, Orbital 9 ... talking with Annika (her snow rabbit
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"Character Development",
"M/F",
"Oral",
"Otter",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi",
"Squirrel",
"Vaginal"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10135-things-that-flower
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"I think it would be beneficial," Annika suggested, "for the both of us."
"I'm not ready to suggest that to Wren. I'm not ... even sure I want to do that," Rella confessed. On the second level of the promenade. On the snow rabbit station, Orbital 9 ... talking with Annika (her snow rabbit counterpart ... for this station, anyway). "We're grateful that you're our allies, and that you let us stay here ... " The squirrel trailed. Eyes scanning the promenade. It was a place of icy and pearl-whites. Of light shades of blue. Of chilly air. Of slight chatter. Lots of snow rabbits eating soup ... down there, in the station's canteen. "I don't think we want to be under your command."
"You would have complete autonomy," Annika assured, "within the ranks."
"Well, then, what's the point of ... "
"The POINT," the snow rabbit stressed coolly, "is that, as long as you are here, and as long as you are keeping anchor ... in our orbit, above our home ... as long as you are nestled in the safe confines of OUR fleet ... you might as well as join it."
"Your fleet, you mean? Join your fleet?"
"Yes."
Rella frowned. Scanning the crowd. She leaned forward, her paws on the railing of the walkway in which they had paused. The railing was cold to the touch, and she drew her paw-pads off it. Instead, putting her paws behind her back. And then crossing them. Unable to find a comfortable position in which to stand.
"My suggestion bothers you."
"Is it YOUR suggestion, or ... "
"Oliver suggested it. His superiors approved. I was then authorized ... to bring it to you."
"Why me? Why not go directly to Wren?"
"I do not know," she said, "Wren. But I have had dealings with you, and in those dealings," Annika stated, "you have been ... level-headed."
"Thanks ... I think."
"You have good judgment. I knew you wouldn't dismiss the offer, but nor would you blindly accept it. I just wish you to think it over."
"Mm ... "
"If you joined our fleet, it would be ... ceremonious, at best. You wouldn't be required to wear our uniforms, or ... anything. It would simply be ... "
" ... for show?" A blink. "Why?"
Annika met her eyes.
"You want to intimidate the Arctic foxes?"
"That seems a childish way of putting it, but ... an effect of your addition," she said diplomatically, "to our fleet ... would, indeed, make them think twice about further hostile actions ... Luminous is advanced. We have very advanced sensors and weaponry, as you know," Annika continued.
Rella nodded.
"But, overall, in terms of design, speed, agility ... for a ship of Luminous' size and class, it's ... your vessel is admirable. It would make a good addition to any fleet. And being that you were ... exiled," she said, "from your own fleet, we are extending you an invitation: join ours."
"I don't know ... " The squirrel trailed. And took a step back, walking again. Walking off the walkway and to the perimeter of the second level. Walking.
And Annika followed (with no urgency in her steps).
Rella stopped. Turned. "I just feel, like, if it's just for ceremony, and just for show ... what's the point? I mean ... by joining you, aren't we just painting a target on our hull? Aren't we telling the Arctic foxes that ... "
"The Arctic foxes have already kidnapped your doctor. Have already been caught spying aboard your ship. You are targeted merely by being here, and by merely associating with us," Annika assured, "you have been branded. Permanently. They will never trust you. They never trust anyone ... who is prey. And you are prey. As are we. We are compatriots, and our enemy ... is them. It is better to stand unified against such an enemy," was her reasoning, "than divided."
"I guess so ... "
"Again, you would have autonomy ... just, under ceremony, under allegiance, you would be a part of our fleet. You would have to take part in perimeter rotations ... "
"Perimeter rotations?"
"Patrolling our borders. Ships alternate patrols ... most patrol for two-day stretches ... once a week."
"Two days a week ... on patrol? And the rest of the time ... "
" ... you may return here. To the station. In orbit ... wherever you wish. And if we are attacked by the Arctic foxes, you must respond as if ... the attack is against you."
"I just kind of feel that ... an attack is inevitable, though. Eventually. And that ... we're setting ourselves up to be involved in a war," the squirrel dictated, "that we didn't start, and that we have no part of."
"You are prey. Are you not?"
"Yes."
"Then you are like us."
A head-tilt, and a squint. "Not quite."
"But more like us," Annika reasoned, "than like them."
"Annika ... "
"Join our fleet."
"We don't know that we want to be here forever. We've been here a few months, yeah, but ... we're not furs of the ice," the squirrel explained. "Surely, that's obvious."
"Very," Annika agreed. "However, as long as you ARE here ... you might as well cement our alliance. We've given you shelter, supplies ... everything. Give us more, in return, than a verbal oath. Become an honorary member of our fleet. Aside from the two days a week of border patrol, nothing more will be asked of you ... unless war breaks out. And if it DOES break out, you'll be involved ... whether you like it or not. And no matter how deep our alliance goes. Simply by being here, and simply by associating with us, as I said ... the foxes have branded you for destruction."
Rella sighed. The rabbit made a lot of sense. But ... " ... I don't think that ... any of us plan on being here forever. What if Luminous wants to leave the system?"
"Where will you go? How will you replenish your resources on the way ... "
"I don't know. That's not the point. I just ... what if we decide to go, and you ... get mad at us, and try to stop us, because ... you say we have autonomy, but ... I don't know. I like our arrangement just the way it is. I think Wren does, too."
"We want more."
Rella met the rabbit's icy-blue eyes.
"You do not have to do this, however. I am not pressuring you," the rabbit assured, white, slender ears ... long and waggling. The insides of them so pink, so delicate. How did any fur survive in such cold ... as they survived in? What must it do to the mind? To the heart?
"Then why do I feel pressured?" Rella whispered.
"Because you are on our station. In orbit of our world. In our system. Using our resources to keep your ship running. You are at the mercy of our hospitality ... what you are feeling is not pressure. It is guilt."
A helpless chuckle. "Guilt?"
"Yes."
"Believe me, I do NOT feel guilty ... about anything. Certainly not about ... any of this."
"Nevertheless, you CAN do more for us."
"Look, you're not gonna send me on a guilt-trip ... if you wanted to use that tactic, you should've asked to talk to Field or Chester ... but it won't work on me."
A head-tilt. "Can you afford to lose our ... generosity?"
"Would you REALLY kick us out of the system? The foxes are going mad ... just cause we're here. Our simple presence is a benefit to you."
"I am just speculating ... "
"We're allies," Rella whispered. "We're prey, as you said, and ... we've gotten along very well. I don't see why you should ... force," she said, "some kind of tension onto this situation."
A cool nod. "I can understand your viewpoint."
"Can you?"
"Yes," was the neutral response. "However, I think what bothers you about our request ... is NOT that it's unfeasible. Rather, by doing so, you would be admitting that you truly have nowhere else to go. That you are truly ... alone," Annika whispered. "And that you need US ... more than we need you."
The words stung. Rella felt her cheeks flush beneath her fur. Knowing that the words stung ... because they were true.
"Bring what I have said to your captain?"
"Yeah," Rella whispered.
Annika gave a polite nod. "I must resume my patrols. I patrol the station twice a day. Do you wish to join me?"
"No, I ... think I'm fine. Too brisk a walk," she said, meeting the rabbit's eyes, "for my comfort."
"You'll find a good chill to be ... rejuvenating."
"Not today," Rella said. "Tomorrow, maybe."
"You know where to find me."
Rella nodded, watching Annika go. Thinking about how, when first seen, snow was so romantic ... waking up and seeing it outside the window. Until it was there day after day after day ...
Ketchy stepped through the swooshing doors ... which, because they were heavier doors, made a little clunking sound as they retracted into the bulkheads. Into the walls. And she took a step forward. Sniffing the air. Slightly, slightly, nose and whiskers twitching ... at the floral scent. Oh, so many flowers! And plants ... some fruits. Vegetables, even. She didn't spend much time (if any) in hydroponics, so ...
"Hey," was the gentle voice.
She spun. "Oh ... Denali."
"You seem surprised. I was the one that asked you here," he reminded.
"I know. I just ... smells nice," she said, of the air. The warm, moist ... floral air. "So green, too."
"You should come down here more often."
"Yeah ... " She trailed, fiddling with her own tail. "Um ... what do you need? I, uh, was on my lunch break. I just left the bridge, and was gonna go to the mess hall. I thought you might be there, too, but ... Azure was there, and he said you were looking for me ... " The way Ketchy spoke, the way she talked ... she seemed a bit frail. Very light. Very ... emotionally delicate. She often was. She often struggled with her confidence, and with ... well, with everything. She wasn't as strong as Adelaide or Dotna or ... Rella or ... she wanted to be like them. But she wasn't. She was ... herself. She swallowed. "He said I'd find you here ... "
"Yeah, I ... kind of ... convinced him to take his lunch break an hour early."
"Why?"
"So we could use the bay ... "
A hesitation. "Why?"
"Well, you're tense ... I thought ... it would be romantic," said the otter, sidling up to her. Putting his paws on her arms. Looking to her. And giving a warm, tender smile. "Thought we could ... " He raised his brows. Trying to non-verbally hint ...
"Oh ... "
"Yeah ... "
Her eyes darted around. "And Azure doesn't mind ... ?"
"No, we're friends ... I run the science lab, remember?"
"Yeah ... "
"Well, he often brings his flower and plant samples to the lab ... to catalogue and study. He said it would be okay if we spent some time in here."
"Yeah, but couldn't we just use the simulation room, or ... go back to our quarters ... "
"Not the same thing, is it?" the otter asked. Paws running up and down her arms.
"Guess not," she whispered. Swallowing. Blinking.
"Ketchy, I want you to ... stop hurting," he whispered.
"I'm not hurting."
"You are."
"I'm not," she whispered.
The otter sighed, paws going round to her back, and ... drawing her forward. Up against his chest. "You are," he whispered.
She swallowed. Eyes hurting, darting ... and then closing. And she took a shaky breath. And put her nose up against the otter's neck. Into his fur.
"That's it ... " His voice was warm, was soothing. Was strong.
She breathed in. Deeply. Of his rich-brown fur. And she allowed her arms to slide into a hug (as he was hugging her).
"Now," Denali whispered (into her angular, swiveling ear). "You wanna ... ?"
A shy smile. A nod. "Yeah," she went. And her cheeks flushed, and ... her smile spread. "Yeah ... " Stuff like this NEVER happened with Fredrick. Or in any of her past relationships. Nothing this tender, this spontaneous, this ... unabashedly warm and romantic ... to secure the hydroponics bay for just the two of them! In the middle of the day, when she was ... most needing it. Daydreaming about ... the night, and about him. And about everything. When she was on the bridge, feeling lonely (even when surrounded by her friends). She needed him. To build her confidence, to ... make her feel ... some kind of worth again. Sometimes, she did better than others. Sometimes, she was okay, but ...
"I saw, before you left our quarters," he said, "this morning ... you seemed kind of down."
"I don't know. I just ... "
"You're in heat," he whispered. More of a guessed statement ... than a question.
A quiet nod. "Yeah ... I ... I just want a child so badly, Denali," she whispered suddenly. Blurting it out. "I just ... I want a family."
He kissed her forehead. Once, twice ... sweetly ...
"We're not compatible for that ... genetically, we can't ... you can't get me pregnant." She drooped. Fredrick had been able to get her pregnant, but ... hadn't wanted to. And had purposely avoided her during her heats ... just to avoid any possible risk. But he'd taken to avoiding her at ALL times, so ...
"Well, we can ... there are other ways, you know ... " He didn't bother listing them. He didn't want her to feel like she was being patronized ...
"I know," was her whisper. She nodded.
"Hun, let's ... if you wanna talk about it, we can ... over supper tonight, let's talk about it, okay? About what you want? Okay?"
She looked up, into his eyes ... never, really, had any of her lovers, had anyone ... cared so much about her wants. About ... her. And he was so genuine. The otter was so genuine, and ... " ... okay," she whispered, smiling gratefully. "That would be nice." She nodded, biting her lip ... and then ... allowing herself to be led into the back corner of the bay. Past the daffodils and tulips and roses ... into a soft, grassy area. Where she was laid on her back. Where he got to all fours ... and propped himself over her, looking down at her.
She smiled up at him. Whiskers twitching. Nose sniffing. "Hello, stranger," she whispered.
"Why, hello," he whispered back, his own whiskers ... doing a twitch.
She giggled.
"You're in heat?" he asked again, sniffing at her. Putting his nose to her neck, and then ... down, down.
"Yeah ... came into it this morning. Like, just a few hours ago, it started ... right after I left our quarters, I began to feel ... the effects."
"Ah ... "
"I, uh ... I ... "
"It's okay," he whispered. Gently trying to remove her shirt, and her ... bra, and ...
... she fumbled at his pants, and ...
... what began as a gentle, romantic affair, became more hurried. Became more ... needy. Until the final tug and removal of clothing. Their attire in haphazard piles in the grass. And all the flowers and plants and tiny trees ... all around. This room was like a self-contained, miniature park ... right onboard the ship. Azure had done wonders with it! A year ago, it had been far more sterile in here. Now, it was utterly organic.
"Oh ... oh ... " Ketchy let out weak, little sighs, as the stronger otter pecked at her neck. With repeated, rising intensity.
The smell of her heat ... was more intense than that of her normal scent, and he could tell. Oh, he could ... tell ... he sniffed at her fur, nosing down, down ... to her bare, spreading legs, between her furry thighs. Her pussy, when he reached it ... was pink and swollen, seemingly. Was unbelievably wet inside ... and her pheromones were wafting to his nose.
"Oh ... mm ... "
Nose, nose ... sniff ... " ... mm ... you're beautiful," he cooed, massaging her thighs, her belly ...
Her eyes watered.
Lick ... slow, tantalizing lick ... right along the lines of her furry folds.
A shiver!
Lick ...
"D-denali ... mm ... "
"Yeah?" He sat up, on his knees, taking a few dizzy breaths.
Ketchy rolled a bit, pushing herself to a sit ... and got to her own knees. Meeting his eyes. "I love you," she whispered. Paws on his broad, furry chest.
"Oh, I love you, too, babe ... oh, I l-love ... " A moan ... for Ketchy had bent down. Had taken his sheathed cock into her muzzle. "Mm ... "
Her tongue wormed, wove ... worked between the opening of his sheath. To the inside, to the raw, pink head of the otter's cock. Push, push ... touch ...
"Huhn ... " Deanli arched.
She kept going, drawing him further, further ... out of his sheath. Prey furs often had their sheaths removed at birth ... but otters weren't prey, entirely (but nor were they predators). She hadn't as much experience with sheaths, but ... she had, since mating with Denali, learned a few tricks. With one paw, she pushed down the furry flesh of the sheath, letting his bulbous, pink head ... emerge. Just the head. Exposed. Delicate. Wet. Raw. And she slid her lips over the flesh of it. And bobbed on just the head.
The otter murred, squirming ... too sensitive, too ...
She pushed him to his back, kept him pinned ... kept herself between his legs. Kept going, kept ...
He tried to wrest away. He panted wildly ... whimpering ...
... and she pulled off, eyes glinting. "G-good?" she huffed.
The otter swallowed, throat dry ... " ... y-yeah ... "
She rubbed a finger-tip on his emerged head ... rubbing the clear pre around his slit, and then bringing the finger to her lips. Sucking the pre off ... while he watched. And she rolled her finger round in more of his pre ... this time, bringing her finger to his lips. Smearing his own pre on his own lips ... which he licked.
Her heart pounded. "Huhn ... " She looked down, sitting by his side now ... and saw two fingers in her pussy, which he then brought to his muzzle. Sucking those fingers. Closing his eyes.
"Mm ... " And, removing his wet fingers from his muzzle, he slid them back into her vagina. Brought them out. And extended them to her.
She sucked ... heaving quietly for breath ... as he withdrew his paw. As they stared at each other.
"You ... r-ready ... ?"
A huff! She had the heady perfume of flowers in her nose ... and the taste of male and female sex on her tongue ... and ... and ...
He was fingering her clitoris.
"Uh ... ohhh ... " She hunched over, weakly ... huffing ... " ... oh ... y-yes ... " Eyes closed ... soon, she was on her back. Soon, pulsing, pounding ... penis ... into pussy. Otter-hood marinating between her muscular walls ...
"Mm," Denali moaned, lying atop her now, in a missionary position. "Mm ... mm ... " He pulled his hips back, and ... buck!
"Huh!" She quivered in pleasure.
Pull-back ... buck! Soon, a steady, driven motion.
Soon, plowing into her.
Soon, her limbs wrapping, hugging desperately around his sturdy otter body ... foot-paws sliding up and down his rudder tail. Arms around his back. Paws on his moving shoulder blades. Oh, the feel of him!
The otter slid in and out, in ... deeper, deeper. Her wet, warm muscles, searing muscles. Oh, her heat!
Perfect friction, perfect motion ...
... and perfect need. From both of them. Closer, closer ...
... that growing, anticipatory feeling. That rising, that ... swelling. Knowing you were being worked toward something grand. Toward release. Oh, release ... the release of this ...
... but not quite there. Having to build it up. Having to create it.
Having to ...
" ... oh ... oh ... " Her nipples, hard as they were ... were rubbed-over by his chest-fur ... with each of his sturdy humps.
His balls tightened. His furry sac began to tense ...
Ketchy took deep, panting breaths ... taking in floral scents ... every time. Oh, the flowers. Oh, the plants ... oh, the scents, the colors ... aided in everything. Aided in this. Oh, the air! Oh, the natural peace of this. The natural ...
"Mm ... "
Ketchy's eyes watered. She clung to Denali ... nearing, nearing ...
Drill, drill ... ! Hump!
"Uhn ... " ... oh, just one more, just one more ... please, please, please ...
Hump!
"Uhnnn!" Yes! Pussy spasms ... wracked her. Warm, fierce waves ... of moan-inducing pleasure. Juices leaking from her, running in rivulets back along the otter's penis, wetting the thicker tufts of fur at his groin.
Her release, her sounds, her ... her ... heat ... oh ... " ... ohhh, ohhh ... uhhnnn," Denali groaned. Sighing! "Uhhh ... " Cock twitched, twitched ... fired! With each pulse of semen ... a punching pulse of pleasure. Gave him shivers as he sowed ...
And they laid together, a sweaty, sticky, furry ... mess. For several minutes.
Nosing her neck, panting lightly, Denali confessed, "I've never done a femme in heat ... you're my first heat ... "
"R-really ...?"
"Mm-hmm," was his gentle sound, sucking, mouthing on her cheek. "It was wonderful ... you were wonderful," he whispered, over and over. Instilling confidence in her. Nurturing her. Suckling sweetly on her lips, string saliva when he parted.
Her eyes welled. She huffed. Swallowed. "Mm ... I ... thank you. I ... I don't think I've ever had," she whispered, "a better yiff."
"I'm sure you have ... "
"No ... no ... no one's ever LOVED me ... like you do. I feel it ... how you love me. How you touch me. I ... " She faltered, flushing, feeling she sounded silly.
He kissed her lips. Gently. And gently pulled out of her ... otter-hood a bit flaccid now, shrinking. And he slipped to her side in the grass, and he hugged her.
She closed her eyes. And melted into the hug.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her fur, "that my seeds won't grow in you ... "
She, eyes still closed, gave a warm, kind smile. "It's okay ... it's ... I don't want that to stop you from sowing them." A bashful giggle.
"Heh ... mm ... don't worry, it won't," he said, kissing her forehead. Putting his nose to hers. "But I'm serious," he said, "about wanting to talk later ... about what you want. There are other ways we can have a child ... "
"Thank you," she mouthed, the words not making it out. She felt a lump in her throat. She didn't know what to say ... she was ... overwhelmed. This love was real. And it floored her.
"We better go back to our quarters and wash up, and get a quick bite," he said, "to eat ... "
She nodded. And opened her eyes. And smiled. "Okay."
"No. That's out of the question."
"That's what I was thinking," Rella said, sitting on the couch in his ready room. Looking up at her mate, who was pacing back and forth.
Wren took a breath, turning back ... stopping. Walking the other way. Stopping again. "Is it a veiled threat, you think? Like, 'officially join us, or ... you're not welcome' ... ?"
"I don't think so," Rella said. She sighed. She was hungry. She hadn't eaten lunch yet. "But Annika seemed to think it's a good idea ... us joining their fleet. Like, on a permanent basis."
"It makes me uncomfortable."
She nodded. "I know ... " A pause. "What should I tell her ... next time I see her? Should I tell her we'll think about it?"
"If we tell her that, she'll only press the issue. Only keep it alive."
"They're NOT bad furs, the snow rabbits. I mean, I rather like them ... I think we all do ... they just take some time to decipher."
"Yeah ... " Wren went to the couch, and sat down beside her. Leaning back. Closing his eyes. "But she's right, you know. Annika ... when she told you that ... all that stuff. About us being alone. About ... what about our futures?" he asked. "We can't stay here forever, can we?"
"They seem to think we can. As part of their fleet."
"Yeah, but ... none of us WANT that ... I don't think. I mean, I could ask around, but I'm pretty sure ... what we all want," Wren whispered, "is to find a planet of our own. To colonize. To ... make as our home." A pause. "In a few generations, we could ... make a true colony town, and ... in a few hundred years, that town could become a country, and then ... a whole world, you know, of prey furs."
"That's pretty ... grand thinking," Rella said. "But ... how feasible is that?"
"Well, we can't go home. Not to the home we came from. And the snow rabbit world, to me, is just a stopover. We're here cause we have to be, and since we HAVE to be ... we're making the best of it. Making friends. Trying to enjoy our stay. Helping out when we can ... and we HAVE helped them out. We gave them that Arctic fox prisoner a few days ago ... "
"But either ... we stay here, or we don't. The longer we stay," Rella reasoned, "the harder it's gonna be to leave. We're becoming dependent on the snow rabbits to sustain us." "If we go into open space," Wren countered. "You've said it yourself. If we go into open space, and we run into just ONE predatory ship ... they'll destroy us. We've got a price on our heads," he repeated.
"I know that. Which is why we need to find our OWN planet ... one that's habitable but not inhabited. One we can ... make our own society on. Either that, or we become nomads. And we all die on this ship. We all die of old age, or of ... fox or wasp attack ... in the void of space."
Wren's whiskers twitched.
"We just have some choices to make, and I don't know how much longer we can put them off," she whispered.
"Yeah," he whispered back, and sighed. And looked to her. And reached for her paw.
She gave it.
And he squeezed it. Whispering, "I don't know what I would do without you." In all honestly, Rella was a better first officer than Field was ... and Field WAS the first officer. But maybe it was because he was Rella's mate, and all they'd been through, and ... how she'd helped to heal him, and ... it was just easier to talk to her about these things. About deep things. About ...
" ... anything you want me to do?" she asked.
"Heh ... such as?" A slight smile.
She gave a playful shrug.
"Mm ... well, I'm hungry. I think you are, too, if I hear your stomach correctly, so ... maybe we should save dessert for tonight," he said, "and have a simple lunch in the mess hall. Talk some more ... "
"Sounds good. But ... let's talk about something else, okay? We have, for the moment ... plenty of time to make a decision about ... our future. Right now, we're not going anywhere. So, let's ... talk of other things."
"Like what?" he asked gently, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"Anything. Things that flower ... "
"Sounds good," was his response, and he stood, and extended his paw.
She took it.
And they went to the mess hall. Sometimes, a good chat over a good meal with the one you loved ... could do wonders for the soul.
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Twilight by Squirrel
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He stood on the tips of his foot-paws. Stretching. Because he felt he needed to. Balancing, stretching. Because he couldn't sleep. And, giving a squeak, he went lax. Settled down. And ran a paw through the fur on his neck. His cheeks. Started pacing back and forth, back and forth. In the dark. In
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"M/F",
"Mouse",
"Vaginal"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5176-twilight
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He stood on the tips of his foot-paws. Stretching. Because he felt he needed to. Balancing, stretching. Because he couldn't sleep. And, giving a squeak, he went lax. Settled down. And ran a paw through the fur on his neck. His cheeks. Started pacing back and forth, back and forth. In the dark. In his room.
He tried to starve his mind. Tried not to feed it new thoughts. Tried not to indulge it. But it never worked. Always, he was hyper-active. Nervous. He was everything a mouse was cursed to be.
"Chester," said a blinking, yawning voice. Coming from the dark. Coming from his bed. It was Miss Underwood. A fellow mouse, and his neighbor. His ... companion, rather. She was staying the night.
"Yeah?" he replied weakly.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sitting up. The thin, blue sheet slipping down her bare, furry form.
"Pacing."
"Pacing?"
"Yeah."
There was a pause before she said, "You wanna stop?"
"Yes."
"Then come on," she said, meaning for him to return to bed. She blinked in the pale, dim light. Which was filtered through the half-open window. She twitched slightly.
But he was twitching more. Whiskers. Nose. His ears swivelling. And he watched her. Blinked. Stood and trembled and watched her.
"Chester?"
"Hmm?"
"Come on." She patted a pillow with her paw.
He nodded. Slowly padded back to his bed. Crawled in.
She turned to him, laying with him. Put her twitching nose to his. "You okay?" she whispered. "No," he whispered back.
"Why not?" Her paws were on his sides.
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
He nuzzled her cheek. "I can't slow down. My mind. I can't sleep." Pause. "Can't stop."
"Can't?"
"No."
"Tried counting sheep? Squirrels?"
"Numbers make it worse."
"Yeah?"
He nodded. Breathed. Next to her. She was warm. Soft.
"Why do you worry?" she whispered into his large, swivelling ear. "What's wrong?"
He swallowed, closing his eyes. Saying, "God gnawed on my wires. Hyped up my current." "God," she pressed, "Or the Devil?" She met his eyes in the dark.
Barely audible, he replied, "I can never be sure."
She started nibbling gently on his ears.
His breathing increased.
"What will it take," she breathed, "To fix you?"
"Not this," he whispered weakly, blushing. Knowing what was about to happen. As had happened before. They had shared themselves before. Had been doing so for the past three months. "But it would ... distract you, yeah? Isn't diversion," she asked, "As good as any medicine?"
He didn't know. He figured it was. Said as much. And closed his eyes at her kiss. At her on top of him, straddling his belly. While he pawed at her furry form. Trying, as long as he was able, to stay composed and proper. To stay civil. Until he was coaxed into a wilder state. To some kind of passion.
The kisses became longer. Wetter. The two mice breathing faster and growing hotter, flushing beneath their fur. Writhing on the sheets and starting to pant. She reached for his sheath, tugging it. Tugging.
He let out a breath. Swallowed.
"Come on," she whispered, as if trying to urge his member out. Ordering him erect. And when the male mouse's member emerged, she closed her paw around it, grasping it firmly. But not too hard. And she just held it in her paw. Closing her eyes, feeling it throb in her grip. And she let it go. Sliding up his form, kissing him again. Breathing out, "You've too much ... energy," she said, "For me to let you be submissive this time." She swallowed. Breathed. He was normally the timid one. She had the stronger personality of the two. "You need to burn your nervousness ... away," she breathed, closing her eyes.
He simply nodded slightly, wriggling and writhing with her, until she was beneath him. Her breasts heaving against his chest. And he was staring down at her. At fur form. Her fur. Her curves. And, finally, her eyes.
"Relax," she whispered to him. Her eyes shining, even in the dimness.
He couldn't help but smile shyly, biting his lip. And he nodded again, taking a deep breath. He buried his nose into her furry breasts, simply breathing. Taking in her scent. Which was more than enough to cause him to lose himself. To cause him to let go. He allowed any objections to be muzzled by his instinct.
She tilted her head on one of the pillows, looking to the side through squinted eyes as he took a lick or two of her nipples. As he gave a few sucks. But she could feel him squirm against her. Feel his energy. How he was so antsy. How he only wanted to get inside her. She was the one who normally initiated and kept any foreplay going. She had more patience than he did. But, right now, she wasn't going to complain. She was going to let him quicken the pace. She didn't want to wait, either.
The female mouse opened her legs. She spread them, raising her foot-paws off the bed. Slightly into the air. The folds of her pink pussy showing. Unmistakable.
He moved his paws flat against the bed, propping his upper body up as he maneuvered his hips. As he guided his cock toward her. Bumping against her pussy lips. Sighing out at the teasing sensation. Pushing harder against her. Bumping. Until the head of his cock was enveloped into her opening. And until, squeaking, he pushed the rest of himself in. Feeling himself swallowed by the warm, wet muscle. And he squeaked, closing his eyes and settling down on top of her, chest heaving against hers.
He was content to lay there, on top of her. Resting inside her. That feeling ...
Panting, she had to prod him forward. She coiled his thin tail around one of her paws, giving it a tug.
He began to buck into her. Rocking. Bucking.
She felt herself pushed back, the mattress squeaking beneath them. And she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Squeaking with him.
He humped and slid into her with a steady motion. Notching up the speed, slowly. Kissing at her fur. The fur on his chest rubbing against her nipples. His balls making a soft sound as they slapped into her with each motion of the hips.
They panted faster, louder. Both of them sweating beneath their fur. His ears were flushed, and she was moaning as she wrapped her legs and foot-paws up and around his back, trying to draw him further in.
His whiskers twitching, twitching, and his throat dry, he closed his eyes and simply humped. Back, in. Back, in. In. Out. In. Sliding. He could hear the sound of the sliding, could feel her wetness. The scent she gave off. Could feel the seed crawling through his shaft, his pre leaking out.
He pawed at her fur. Clutching at it. She pawed back, trying to kiss him as he squeaked, as they quickly, tangled together, hit their climaxes. As her pussy twitched with each spasm, milking him dry. As he sowed his white seed deep into her. As they both dripped and leaked fluid. The two mice shuddering, gasping, and squeaking, their hearts pounding. Helplessly in orgasm. He panted. Panted. And squeaked softly, blinking wearily.
"I hope," she breathed, swallowing, nose flaring for breath. "I hope," she said, nuzzling his cheek, her ears at a descending flush as he shrank inside of her, pulling out. "I hope you're feeling better."
Blushing, he nodded. He smiled and looked to his paws. "Yeah," he whispered, and looked back to her. His nose twitching and sniffing. The scent of sex was overpowering. He swallowed. "But I'm ... not quite tired. Not ... yet," he said.
She smiled. Propping herself up. She licked her lips and nodded, wearing an expression of mock concern. "We'll have to do something about that."
He shrugged and smiled. "Yeah." Pause. She smiled and said, "What you need is to take it slow. To be teased. To be worn out." She began to crawl toward him, reaching him, hugging him. And sinking to the mattress with him, whispering into his ear, "No quickies this time. And I'm in charge." He nodded, swallowing. And smiled shyly. "Thank you," he whispered.
"For what?" she asked, tilting her head. Grinning. "For what we just did ... or what we're about to do?"
He blushed and shrugged.
She giggled lightly, shaking her head, ordering, "On your back, mouse. Spread your paws." "What are you going to do to me?" he asked.
She nibbled on his ear, whispering and grinning and teasing, "Use your imagination."
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The Secret of Me - Chapter 1 - Necklaces, Changes, and sweet, sweet Sex by Kybal_Lutra
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#2 of The Secret of Me The continuation of the first story. Our boys try to figure out what caused the weird stuff that had happened in the lockerroom. But, they find much, much more! - Hello! Once again, I write to you at very late/early time of 1:54AM (and also, once again, expect MORE gramatical
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"Anal",
"Lion",
"M/M",
"Plot Development",
"Story Series",
"Transformation"
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Hello! Once again, I write to you at very late/early time of 1:54AM (and also, once again, expect MORE gramatical errors!). I'm very sorry to have keep you all waiting, hopefully, with bated breaths (although, probably not, because my writing sucks.)! Life has a certain...way of getting between you and the goals that you set to accomplish, the goal being the writing of this next chapter, and life, as usual, being the breaking down of my laptop. So! Here we are. Go ahead! Read on!
P.S: I REALLY didn't expect so MANY people to read my first story! Thank you VERY VERY much for doing so! And an extra special thanks to those who have commented! I love hearing your opinions, so please share them with me in the future!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction written by me, PockyLion. It contains scenes of sex between two males (oh yeah!). Don't read it if your not into this kinda stuff or your too young. Otherwise, enjoy! ^\_^
The Secret â€" Chp. 1: Necklaces, Changes, and sweet, sweet sex!
Written by: PockyLion
Are you still with me here? Am I still with me? Heh, I'm not too sure....I guess I'll just keep writing.
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So, after everything that had happened to us in the lockerroom, Kyo and I decided that it would be best if we went to my house. Both our parents were out of town for a few weeks (coincedence?) and I knew that it would be safe at my place. Since it was a friday, we had the whole weekend ahead of us to figure out what the hell had happened to us.
We walked in the front door, threw our stuff on the couch, and sat down. It felt really hot, so I got up and turned the AC on. I looked at Kyo and found him staring at me. I held his gaze for a few seconds. He really was the most beautiful person that I had ever seen. I loved everything about him: his face, his scent, his eyes, and especially his cock. As I started thinking about his dick, I got hard. But thinking about sex brought me back to what had happened to us in the lockerroom. I remembered the glow and the roars. Then I remembered his necklace. That's where everything I had heard had come from.
"Kyo, where did you get that necklace?", I asked
He looked at me funny, and said, "It's been past down my family for years. My father gave it to me for my birthday."
He took it off and looked at it more closely.
"I thought that it was just his excuse to not spend anything on me. Then, when I was about to put it on, he told me what the words on it meant. He said, "Kyo, this necklace is sacred to our family. It says 'Lovers Forever'. This has been past down from generation to generation in our family. And now, it is your turn to wear it. It is said to have a great magic inside of it that is locked away until it finds the perfect lovers. Once it has, it will grant those lovers all the pleasures in the world." Of course, when he said this, he was not being serious. He then told me that his father had given him the same cryptic speech when he came of age. He had worn the necklace ever since and nothing had ever happened to him. He said that he didn't really believe in it, he just wanted to continue the tradition."
"Psh! Well, something definitely magical happened, Kyo!", I yelled, "Something real fuckin' magical! 'All the pleasures in the world'? What is he talking about?! If were supposed to be these 'perfect lovers' then how come nothing happened between us except sex, which was amazing by the way, a weird light and roaring?!"
"I don't know Nick. I have no more answers than you do.", Kyo said.
I sighed and looked at the clock. It was midnight. I still felt hot so I turned the AC down even more.
"Alright, we'll deal with this in the morning. Come on, lets go to bed.", I said
He nodded and then followed me into my bedroom. I slept on a king size matress so there was more than enough room for him and me together. We started taking off our clothes, and then I looked at him. That's all it took. One little look at his perfect body and I was instantly hard. Apparently, he was to. So I slowly began to take off my pants, giving him a show. But he didn't want to watch, he wanted to help. He walked over seductively and unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid them down, along with my briefs. My cock sprung out into view: Hot, hard, and ready to be used. Now it was my turn. I pulled him into a kiss, our tounges sliding over each other, and thrust my hand into his pants. My cock, which was pressed against his lightly haired washboard stomach, was leaking pre all over. I jerked him off for a little bit, and then pulled his shorts off, letting his gargantuan penis rub up against mine. As we kissed, we rubbed our cocks together, enjoying the feelings of having each others pre mix together and then run down our lengths.
I moaned, "Oh fuck yeah! Kyo, I want you in me! I need you in me! Please!"
Kyo gave me a quick lick across the cheek and said, "Turn around, love."
I smiled, licked him back, then turned around. I quickly grabbed the bottle of lube that I used to masturbate with and handed it to him.
He took it, laughted, and then handed it back to me.
"Oh, were not gonna use THAT kinda lube. I've got a better kind. Get on all fours, love."
I did so. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, and then I realized: Rimming. My penis began to quiver at the thought. And then it was no longer just a thought, it was a reality. He got down behind me and placed his hand on my ass. He started rubbing and squeezing, and then, when I wasn't expecting it, he stuck head in my asscrack and started licking my anus. It felt so amazing! His large and amazingly mobile tounge going in and around my ass was almost too much to take. And then he pulled his tounge out of my ass and slowly licked his way up my back to my neck. He was leaning on top of me and I could feel his hot member pressing up against my anus.
"Are you ready love? This might hurt a little. Just tell me and I'll stop."
I nodded.
I felt him enter me. He was streching my ass apart, but it didn't hurt at all! His warm and extremely large member being inside of me felt wonderful. He kept pushing in his cock and I thought that it would never end! Finally, he had pushed all of him inside of me. We sat there for a minute and just enjoyed the wonderous feeling. Then he started to pump deeper into my ass. A wave of pleasure made me moan in ecstacy. He kept humping and the pleasure kept growing! Every time he pushed his cock back into me, he hit my prostate and sent me moaning for more! As the pleasure grew, so did my climax. I felt my balls begin to pump up and down.
"Kyo, I'm gonna CUM!"
He grunted and slamed back into me with renewed vigor! As the pleasure grew to a peak, I could no longer hold on. I felt the cum rush up my cock and I climaxed! I blew my load and, once again, roared as if I were a lion! Kyo felt me climax and then roared as I had and came into my ass. He shot loads and loads of his wonderful spunk into my ass. He came so much that it leaked out of my ass and onto the bed. As my climax ended, I layed on my bed, enjoying the feeling of Kyo inside of me. I felt so full and content. We stayed that way for a while, both of us being exhausted.
After a few minutes, Kyo pulled out of my ass and drew his arms around me. I rolled to face him and then kissed him deeply.
"I don't know what's happening to us, but I do know that I'm in love with you.", I said
"Well, no matter what happens to us in the future, I will always love you.", he respnded
We kissed each other again, and then slowly fell asleep.
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I woke up in a sweat. I couldn't figure out why I was so hot all of a sudden. I felt ichy all over, like I had rolled in Poison Ivy. I turned to look at Kyo, only to find that he was gone. I was scared. What the hell was happening to me? I stumbled out of bed and went into the bathroom. I clicked the light on and went to the sink. I splashed some cold water on my face and then looked at myself in the mirror. I was still sweating like crazy so I my laid down, naked, on the cold tile floor. Just as I laid down, I felt a sharp pain rush through my body. It came again and again, soon it was a constant, blinding pain. I moaned and groaned in agony. And then as soon as the pain had come, it left, only to be replaced by the intense iching again. I started to scratch everywhere I could on my body! As soon as I did, I felt like I the hair all over my body was growing at an alarming rate! I looked down at myself and watched, in complete shock, as the transformation began.
All of my body hair started to grow and become thicker and thicker until it had become fur. It slowly raced up my legs and chest. Soon, my entire body was covered in the light brown fur. As the rush of fur reached my neck, I started to feel very dizzy. My vision blurred and I had to shut my eyes. I felt a very intense outward pushing sensation where my nose was. It didn't hurt, but I could feel my jaw popping and then realigning. I felt my tounge changing shape, becoming longer, thinner, and more rough. I ran it over my teeth, which had multiplied in number and had become bigger and sharper. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror at my changed face. I now had the head of a lion on my shoulders. My hair had poofed outward into a mane (which, now, I think is very sexy) and my ears, which had become larger and fur covered, were now poking out of it. As I stared in complete shock at what was happening to me, I felt a very intense pulsing just above my ass. I bent over and held onto the sink as I felt my new tail emerged from my back. It was about 3 1/2 feet long and had a puff of brown fur on the tip.
I was still coming to grips with my new appendage, when I felt a surge of pleasure in my groin. I looked down and saw that my penis was becoming wrapped in a furry sheath. I also noticed that my balls had grown a lot. They had been fairly large before, but now, they were bigger than softballs! I reached down to touch my new, sexy equipment, when my hands and feet started to cramp up. It slowly became harder to move my pinky and ring fingers on each hand. I brought my hands up to my face and saw what was happening: My hand had becomed furred, my fingers as well. I watched, amazed, as my pinky and ring fingers slowly began to fuse together to form a single digit. My furry hands now only had four fingers on each. My finger nails had jutted out and turned black, each one forming a razor sharp claw. I saw my palms puff out and form pads that were very soft and sensative. A similar change had happened to my feet, er, paws now. I now only had four toes on each paw, each of which was now tipped with a black claw.
So there I stood in my bathroom. A few minutes ago, I was completely human, and now, I was some sort of hybrid â€" a cross between a human body and a lions. I just kept staring at my reflection in the mirror. I kept looking over my entire body, not sure of what to do. Then I realized something: I looked fucking hot! I looked as if I had gained new muscle mass all over my body! I could see, perfectly, my tight six-pack through the dense fur on my abs. My arms and legs were huge, and I could literally feel my new strength pulsing through my body! I laughed at how crazy this whole situation was. How utterly absurd it was. I soon came to the conclusion that, somehow, Kyo's necklace must have done this to us.
Kyo.
What happened to him?!
"KYO!!!", I screamed at the top of my lungs. Apparently, I could still talk, although it came out with a little growl in it.
"KYO, WHERE ARE YOU?!?!"
I started to search the other rooms, frantically searching for my lover. That's when I smelled something. It smelt like...Kyo. I didn't know how I knew, but I was absolutly certain that I could smell him. I figured that, since I had pretty much been changed into a lion, I would have all of the extra hightened senses that a lion had. I was right. As I walked down the hall, the scent became stronger and stronger. I ended up in front of the door that lead down to my basement. I paused for a second and listened. I could hear movement. In fact, I could hear a lot of things. Gentle footfalls on the carpet, heavy panting...panting? I knew that Kyo was down there, and I had to figure out if what had happened to me was happening to him!
So, slowly, I opened the door and began to desend down the steps, into the darkness....
To Be Continued
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Sci Fi Short Story: "Paper" by IkodoMoonstrife
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_This is a non-anthro sci-fi dystopian story about an alternate reality and the memories of the people in that time. Please read and enjoy, and let me know what you think_. **Paper** I strolled slowly along one of the small side streets of Manhattan. The sidewalks and streets were wet and
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"Alternate Reality",
"Dystopia",
"Manhattan",
"Memories",
"Non-Anthro",
"Sci-Fi",
"Short Story",
"paper"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249660-sci-fi-short-story-paper
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*This is a non-anthro sci-fi dystopian story about an alternate reality and the memories of the people in that time. Please read and enjoy, and let me know what you think*.
**Paper**
I strolled slowly along one of the small side streets of Manhattan. The sidewalks and streets were wet and lustrous due to a recent rainstorm. It was late and everything was calm. The air was muggy. I took my time and enjoyed this quiet peaceful walk home from work. I enjoyed life and everything it had to offer, and I could not imagine of a better world. The skies were always cloudy, the air always warm. Small machines installed at intervals along the streets emitted all the fresh oxygen we needed. Everything was a beautiful shade of gray. All of the streets were lit with the soft light of blue-white nitrogen lamps and air screens displaying advertisements and information. The streets were always clean with thanks to the help of droids that the company I worked for had developed. I could not have asked for a better life, but curiously, others in the city seemed to have different views.
A few people, mostly older folks, spoke of how times used to be several generations ago. These people were one of the few things in this world that did get on my nerves. People said that there use to be something up in the sky called the Sun. I remembered the paper notebook my grandfather gave me years ago. The notebook held several accounts from times when the world was supposedly a different place. It spoke of an era when there used to be a sun in the sky, a nearby star that kept our world in tact. It said that it provided us with warmth, energy, and allowed for the growth of green organisms it referred to as "trees" and "plants", which in turn would provide us with all the fresh oxygen we needed. According to the entries in this notebook, human population growth got out of control and rapid industrialization and pollution formed a permanent cloud cover over the Earth. This blocked out the sun and killed all forms of life except for humans, who where able to survive through synthesizing resources.
My grandfather was a nearing one hundred years old and he had a great span of knowledge. He was the quiet and wise type of old man, but he did want everyone to see the world the way he saw it. He was short and skinny, standing at only a little over five feet and had short hair like mine, but gray instead of black. My grandfather said the notebook was written by his grandfather and handed down and kept safe to help everyone remember what the world used to be like. I never would understand why my grandfather believed so strongly in these old legends, but I kept the notebook in my sweatshirt pocket because my grandfather made it seem so important.
I rounded the corner onto the street of my apartment. A couple of hover cars zipped down the road and then exited upwards into the skyways. An air screen above the street displayed the time: 11:28 on July 9, 2298. I walked up to the front door of my apartment and put my right eye up to a tiny hole in the center of the door. My retina was scanned and analyzed, and the door slid open. The retina scanners were a new required security standard. Crime rates had been on the rise the last few years. Not just in Manhattan, but numerous parts of the world, groups of people had tried to strike out against the government, but they had been unsuccessful. I thought they were ridiculous for even trying.
As I walked into my apartment, all of the lights automatically turned on. The air screen above the glass table that was against the wall in my living room turned on, displaying the news, and my hover chair drifted over to where I was standing. I had not eaten since about noon, so I pushed my chair into the kitchen to sit down and get something to eat.
As I was nearing the end of my dinner, I heard what sounded like footsteps and a door opening, and I looked up. I peered across the room and into the hallway where the bathroom door had just swung open. It seemed that I was not alone. I quietly got up from my chair and proceeded into the hallway with caution, wondering how someone could have possibly gotten into my house.
"Hey. Who's there?" I called out quietly. There was no answer.
"Show yourself." I said, raising my voice a little. I could have been imagining things and there may have been nothing there at all. I turned around and began to walk slowly into my bedroom when I heard footsteps behind me.
I jumped and turned quickly around, frightened and angry. There was a tall man standing there dressed completely in black. Even his faced was covered.
"How did you get in here?" I said angrily. I heard a click and looked down. He had a tranquilizer pistol aimed at my leg and had already shot me. I looked back up and stared at the man with blank eyes. I felt myself drifting away from the world. All of my senses left me and the last thing I remembered was my head hitting the hard wood floor and thinking, it was always the lives of normal people like me who took the world for granted that were suddenly turned upside down.
I awoke and found myself in an aluminum chair in a blank gray room with no windows and no doors, feeling very confused and, as one might guess, trapped. The room was lit by a single lamp, which emanated a soft blue-white light. I tried to get up, but found that my hands and feet were bound to the chair. I had no idea of my location or what the time was. I quickly became restless. Then, I heard a scraping noise. I tried to turn my head around to see what it was.
A section of the wall that had appeared to be completely uniform slid open with the greatest of ease. The same tall man dressed in black stepped through, but he had removed his black facemask. He looked to be in his sixties. He had a roughly-shaved beard, and messy, but short, dark gray hair. However, he had almost no wrinkles in his face.
"We've had our eyes on you for a very long time." He spoke to me in a very calm collected manner.
I just looked around in confusion. "Look, where am I? What time is it?" I asked.
"Your location and the time are not important right now. We need to get down to business."
I went deeper into confusion and bordered on the edge of frustration. I looked at the man with a stern face. "I want to know where I am and why I am here."
"Like I said, your location is not important right now." The man remained cool and collected. "But, you are here because we have a task for you."
"I want to know where I am," I said stubbornly.
The man leaned towards me and spoke in a serious and calm tone. "This will be quick and easy if you cooperate."
My temper was rising quickly, but I shut my mouth for the time being because I could tell he was not going to answer my questions.
"You are our test subject for the latest technology that we have created"
"What is it?" I asked apprehensively.
"A visor"
"And... that's it? Just a visor?"
"Allow me to show you." The man took a portable air screen device out of his pocket and loaded it in front of him. He then pressed a button on the screen and placed it back into his pocket. The wall in front of me, also appearing uniform at first, was sliding open just like the one behind me. "It's more like a headpiece that you can see into. Someone just said the name 'visor' and it stuck." Behind the door was a display case under a small spotlight. In the display case on a stand was a dark chrome headpiece. Blue lights traveled across what appeared to be a screen on the front, and the back was a thick heavy black strap with wires running along it. The man walked over and took the headpiece out of the display case. At the site of its aparent complexity I became immediately anxious and even more apprehensive.
"What does it do?"
"I am not entirely sure. It is your job to find out."
"Do you know what is it supposed to do?"
"We have a general idea," he said, still quietly and calmly.
There was a moment of silence, and then I spoke in frustration. "Your lack of detail must drive people crazy."
"No one has ever said anything, and right now it's part of my job. So, are you ready?"
During the conversation I had been pulling hard with my hands to break them free of the bindings on the chair. I heard them snap free, but I kept them perfectly still and kept the same frustrated look on my face. The man didn't seem to notice, and I now had a glimmer of hope.
The man began to place the headpiece on me. I was ready to force some information out of him. With one swift movement of my hand, I snatched the visor out of his hands and threw it across the room.
"You're not putting that thing on my head until I know what it is! But first, you're gonna tell me the fucking time and where I am! " I yelled.
A look of anger swept across the man's face. His mouth sloped downwards into a frown, dimples deep, and his eyebrows tightened. I began to get up, but he punched me in the chest back down into the chair. Before I could catch my breath, he shoved the chair and me backwards into a wall with his foot. He then whipped out an air pistol and jabbed it into my neck. With his face right up to mine he spoke in a harsh, but still somewhat calm whisper.
"You're making this difficult for me. Now listen, you don't have a choice. You are going to wear that visor no matter how much you know or don't know about it, and you are going to do exactly as I say."
I was in no position to argue. I could barely breathe and had a pistol pointed at my neck.
The man whispered harshly. "Now, do you want me to end your life now, or would you like to try the visor?"
I had no choice. I reluctantly pointed to the headpiece. The man leaned over and picked it up with one hand while keeping the pistol jabbed into my neck.
"I guarantee that this will change your life forever." A smirk appeared on the man's face as he stared at me with wide eyes.
"I doubt it," I muttered reluctantly.
"By the way, my name is Barry. You'll be seeing a lot of me in the future."
"I don't intend to," I muttered out the side of my mouth.
The headpiece fell around my head. I felt it tighten and adjust itself. I could not see a thing. Everything was black. Restlessness flowed into me once again.
"Before I activate the visor, let me tell you what I do know."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
He ignored my question. "This visor uses the latest in nuerotechnology to control your thoughts and your senses. You will only be able to control the physical aspects of your body. We think that it even has the ability to change the patterns and pathways of your mind, and therefore your opinions. Basically, it's the newest and best in brainwashing technology. You are our test subject to see how well it works. If I had told you before, you probably would have struggled more."
Struggling was exactly what I was trying to do. I was furious and restless and struggled to break the headpiece off of my head.
"Don't bother struggling. You're not going anywhere. Once the visor is put on, it bonds to the user and will not loosen until I take it off."
I reluctantly stopped my useless struggling. "Why am *I* testing this technology?"
"You have been personally requested."
"By who, you?"
"Oh, I didn't choose you. Your grandfather did. He's our leader."
I was struck with complete shock. I was almost speechless. My frustration morphed abruptly into surprise. "What? How? Leader of what?"
"Stop asking questions. I'm doing the talking," Barry continued calmly.
All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain. Barry had activated the visor and it pierced into my skull. My vision began to slowly return but not to the gray room I was sitting in. I tried to close my eyes to what I was seeing, but it made no difference. The device on my head was in control. Barry continued talking.
"I am part of a secret underground organization known as the OEP, or Old Earth Project. It is made up of people that remember old Earth, people who were missed when the government brainwashed the planet. This world used to be a different place. It used to be covered in lush green plants and when you looked up you saw a clear blue sky. The planet was not always like this. You are going to help me and the others change the world back to the way it used to be. Your grandfather wanted you to be by his side. He wanted you to finally see things his way."
After hearing the man's words, my head jolted in surprised confusion toward the man's voice. He must have noticed my sudden movement as he continued to speak.
"You thought the government was here to protect the people and help keep this world clean. Oh no, they were covering up a mistake, a mistake they made. They did nothing while the world became overpopulated, and they let the atmosphere fall into decay. Everyone knew that the world was falling apart and they began to strike out against the government. The government put an end to the commotion by brainwashing the entire world in one stroke with a powerful shockwave, but for whatever reason not everyone was affected.
"I don't believe a word of that rubbish" I said, angry, but confused.
"Your loss. You'll believe it soon enough. Before you know it, you'll be one of us."
The man's voice began to fade away. All of my senses began to focus towards what I was seeing through the visor. The image had become crystal clear. I could see it, I could feel it, and I could touch it. There was green everywhere. Up in a blue sky I could see a bright glowing ball. I could feel the warmth coming from it. The air was fresh and easy to breathe.
A machine can't change my mind. I wanted to fight back, but with what? The headpiece was in control. I could not shut out that beautiful world. I saw mountains, but they were full of other life. I began to see unfamiliar life forms scatter about my feet. My mind slipped further. I lay down on the soft green carpet that I was standing on. It was so soft. I got up and walked over to what I believed to be a tree and touched its rough bark, admiring its intricate designs. That world made mine seem like a joke, but I couldn't abandon my world; the world in which I had found comfort for so long. I did not want to allow this machine to take over my mind. That was the world before the government screwed up according to Barry, but I couldn't believe Barry, could I? The colors were bright and beautiful. I could feel the soft wind. I could hear small chirping and rustling noises. That world seemed too beautiful to be true. Then, something in my mind snapped. Something got past my barrier of stubbornness. I believed Barry's story. I believed my grandfather's story. That had to be what the old world used to be like and Barry was right, we had to change it back. Barry was right. My life did change. I fell onto the soft green carpet and into a deep renewing sleep.
I awoke in another blank gray room, but this time I was in a comfortable bed, the room had a visible door, and that headpiece was gone. I got up as Barry opened the door and walked in. He stared at me and there was a moment of silence before he spoke. I was trying to recollect my thoughts. I felt a deep peace when I thought of the way the world used to be, and I suddenly felt anger towards the government and the world in which I used to find comfort. Somehow I knew that I had to help change the world back to its former self.
Barry could apparently see how I felt and he was the first to talk. "It appears as though the visor was successful. We were not sure how well it would actually work. It is the first brainwashing technology that has been built outside the government"
I stared blankly at the ground. "I can't believe I've been living so ignorantly all this time. I never thought that the government would conspire against the people. I guess I should thank you for showing me the truth." I looked up at Barry.
"Your grandfather hid blueprints of the government headquarters building in your apartment many years ago. I have no idea where he got them, but that is another reason why he wanted to bring you into our organization." There was a brief pause, and then Barry began to walk out of the room. "Come. Follow me. It's time to get down to business."
I got up and followed Barry out of the room. Even though the experiment had been a complete success, Barry still had the same calm look on his face. He had a plan that he was following. We turned left down a long gray hallway and we went in the first door on the right, entering into a large conference room. In the middle of the gray room there was a large, oval, black table with about a dozen people sitting around it. There was a large air screen in the back of the room and another one over the center of the table displaying blueprints of the government headquarters. One woman with curly brown hair looked up at me and spoke in a cheery yet professional manner.
"Ah, you're finally here. Welcome to the OEP. Let's go over the mission plans." I sat down and the conference began
The conference lasted for several hours. The blueprints revealed the location of the brainwashing machine that the government once used to wipe the memory of Earth. The plan was to use the machine against the government and give everyone back the memories of how beautiful the world used to be by using the same program that had been used on me. However, getting to the machine was not going to be easy. All twenty-four hours of every day, the government headquarters was crawling with security androids. It was also surrounded by a thirty-foot-high wall on the ground and a large, electro-magnetic, dome-shaped barrier in the air, shutting down any machine that tried to get in from above. Anything else that tried to invade from above was simply shot down. Even the sewer systems and ventilation systems had security cameras or some form of an impassable barrier. So, once we got into the headquarters, the plan would fairly simple, but it was how we were getting in that I had not been told by the end of the conference.
I wandered through the maze of gray underground hallways, thinking about how the mission, ways we could get into the headquarters, and in the end how the world would be changed. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around quickly to see that is was Barry. He gestured for me to follow him. As we were walking down the hallway, Barry began asked me a question.
"So, you're still confused about something, am I right?"
"Yeah, I was curious. They made it sound like this place is impossible to get into, so how are we getting into it?" I had tried to think of a way, but that place was much harder to get into than I had even thought.
Barry grinned for a second and then returned to his standard calm and said, "There is a way, and it's actually rather simple."
We turned a corner and Barry opened the door that was immediately in front of us. It was a small supply closet. Inside the small gray area there were a few firearms, some ammunition scattered about, and lots of other supplies, not all of which I could identify. Barry reached up to the top shelf and retrieved a small circular device. It was only about 4 inches in diameter, and other than a small blue button in the center on one side, it was all chrome silver.
"Here, take this." Barry placed the small electronic device it in my hand. "That is how we are getting into the headquarters."
I looked at it curiously. "What is it?" I continued staring at it as I rotated it around in my hand.
Barry left a short pause before answering. "It is an invisibility cloaking device. Whoever is holding it will be made invisible, along with whatever they are wearing." Barry looked over at me. My mouth was open wide and I was fascinated. I was amazed that invisibility had been made possible and I wondered how it worked. I focused back on Barry who continued speaking after I took my eyes off the device. "However, we still have to be quiet and careful."
I thought about everything for a moment. "But, what about the walls and 'impassable barriers'?"
"Well, if you think about it, no one can stay locked up in isolation forever. There has to be some traffic in and out of that place for food and supplies, at least."
"That makes sense."
"There are two gates on opposite sides of the wall. They have to open them occasionally to let the traffic in and out, but they don't appear to follow a schedule, so there might be some waiting. It is a rather simple method of infiltration, but it might be the only way that will work."
I closed my hands around the cloaking device and put it in my pocket and looked up at Barry. "A high-tech cloaking device is hardly simple, but I'm ready. When do we go?"
"First thing tomorrow morning. Go to your room and get some rest so you're ready."
"Alright then, see you in the morning." I walked back to my room to write in my notebook and get some rest.
The next morning we went to a side alley about three hundred yards from the southern gate of the headquarters complex and waited. We had enough food and supplies to last us for almost four days, just in case. We parked our hover truck in a remote side alley hundreds of meters away from were we planned to hide just to be safe. By the end of the first day, traffic had not entered or left the headquarters. It was at the end of this day that distressing news was delivered to us from our own underground headquarters.
Barry reached into his pocket and pulled out his vibrating communicator, indicating an incoming message. Barry turned it on and spoke in a whisper.
"Yes? Speak quietly."
It sounded like the woman who had originally greeted me in the conference room.
"Barry, I have bad news. Do you remember the underground area under the HQ building?"
"Yeah, why?"
"We thought it was storage space, but it's not." She paused.
"Well, then what is it?" asked Barry with rising anticipation in his voice.
"It's all manufacturing plants, enough to support themselves. There doesn't ever need to be any traffic in or out of that place. Barry...."
The woman paused again. Everyone could hear her staggered breathing and everyone could hear the distress in her voice.
"What?" said Barry more anxiously.
The rest just tumbled out of the woman's mouth. "There's not a living soul in that place anymore. There are no humans. It's all robots and androids. Our world is being governed by robots! They've been covering more than just mistakes, they've been covering up their identity."
"Wait, what?" said Barry completely shocked.
"Right after the government brainwashed the world, they were killed off. I don't know why; maybe the androids were trying to get rid of all the old memories...I just don't know."
For once, the calm look on Barry's face faded away into a look of both shock and anger. Everyone was in shock. A young lady in our group spoke up, her voice also staggered.
"What are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know," said Barry with now a look of plain and empty confusion. "Just because they can support themselves doesn't mean that there won't be traffic in and out of there," said Barry with a glimmer of hope. "They don't know we're coming. They don't even know our organization exists."
The communicator was still on and the woman interjected. "Barry, they do know." Her voice was slow and grave. "They know everything."
Barry's face was stricken with horror. "What!?"
"I don't know how they knew, but they've invaded our base and captured everyone, and we're all being shipped back to their headquarters. A bunch of us are all in the back of a big cargo vehicle headed in your direction. I'm lucky that I was even able to sneak this communicator by them. Listen, you need to get out of there fast. You don't stand a chance against these guys."
"But..."
"Barry, please stay safe and..."
There was a bang and the communicator fell silent. Barry looked up at what I imagine was a group of hopeless faces. The calm returned to Barry's face. He grinned, and looked at everyone, and spoke.
"You all have cloaking devices, right?"
"Yes, but I thought she said to get out of here," said the young lady who had spoken before. She sounded restless, and I myself would have rather moved somewhere safe, but Barry seemed to have a plan as always.
"That might be easier, but this could be our one chance. They may not know specifically about our little group and that cargo vehicle might be the key that opens up that gate. I'm not giving up yet. Everybody get ready. This could be our one and only chance. Listen for each other's footsteps and try to stay close together. Let's move quickly." said Barry quietly.
Barry looked around the corner of the building. The coast was clear. We all began to run across the street. The street was wide, with an even wider shoulder and sidewalk. The landscape was barren and gray. We had made it halfway across the street when we saw the lights of the cargo vehicle appear around the corner.
"Keep moving, quickly and quietly," Barry whispered to everybody.
We reached the edge of the street. I was at the back of the group. I felt my left foot hit the curb. I tripped and the cloaking device fell out of my pocket and shattered. I had suddenly become visible. I looked up and saw the cargo vehicle halt to a stop. I had been seen.
Two androids covered in black armor jumped out of the truck and began to head in my direction. The armor covered everything from their shins all the way up over their heads. One of them was carrying a sniper rifle and the other was carrying a high-power air blaster that, based on the size, could probably produce tornado strength wind gusts. I got up and started to run.
Barry turned and saw the guards. He was looking at the black and red visors that the androids were wearing around their heads.
"Damn, they have thermal visors," muttered Barry under his breath. "They would have seen us anyways. Everybody scatter!"
Everyone began to scatter as I heard the one guard fire his air blaster. We weren't fast enough. I watched as a powerful wave of air barreled across the sidewalk, kicking up dust and even denting the sidewalk as it plowed toward us. It had blown the android off his feet and it blew us all into the side of a nearby building. Two out of five of us had instantly been knocked out. I was lying on the ground. I was dizzy and my vision was fuzzy. I saw one of the androids point at Barry.
"He matches the ID of one of the leaders. Kill him!" one of the guards shouted.
He raised the sniper rifle and aimed at Barry. I saw Barry struggle to get up and run. My vision quickly became fuzzier. I heard two gunshots. I saw a bullet go through the back of Barry's head, and then another through the left side of his chest. The force of the bullets knocked him over on to the ground. He was unmistakably dead. My vision faded to black and I lost all consciousness to the world. We had failed.
I awoke in yet another dull gray room. This time however, my back was bound uncomfortably to a wall. The androids found all the leaders of the OEP and killed them. I assumed that this means my grandfather is dead. I could not figure out why I never saw him while I was in the OEP headquarters. The government's plan was to brainwash everyone to finally get rid of all the human memories. I didn't want to forget what the world used to look like, and I knew this time there would be no one left to remind anyone about the beauty of the old world. I then remembered the small notebook my grandfather gave me. I felt around in my sweatshirt pocket where I always kept it, but it was gone. I figured someone in the OEP took it, leaving me with little hope of remembering anything.
An android approached my room. It was time for my brainwashing; I hoped that I would remember.
I got up out of a strange seat and an android official escorted me out of the room and out of the building onto the street. I am not sure how I came to be in that building, but I did not want to question it. I took a deep refreshing breath of air and looked around. The world around me made me conten, and walking through it brought me peace. It was all so gray and so beautiful. I strolled down a small side street of Manhattan. The sidewalks were wet and lustrous. The air was warm and muggy and water dripped down my black sweatshirt. The damp breezes softly caressed my face.
I love the world I live in. I have never met anyone who thought differently. The skies were always cloudy and the air was always warm. I put my hands in my empty pockets and for a brief moment felt like there was something missing. Then, that feeling passed and I continued to enjoy the walk home.
I climbed up the few stairs to the door of my apartment. I put my eye up to a small opening, the door opened, and I walked in. There was an old man sitting at my kitchen table. He looked like my grandfather.
"Grandfather?" I asked very confused.
"Hello there, grandson."
"But how? I though you were-"
"Yes, I know." The man slowly got up from the table. "They missed me again."
"Missed you? Who? What are you talking about?"
The old man sighed and paused for a moment and then looked back at me. "Did you know that this world used to be different?" He walked over to me and handed me an old paper notebook. I flipped through and started reading accounts of what the world supposedly looked like several generations ago. All the writing seemed so familiar, as if I had read it all before. Then I remembered, and I placed the notebook back in my sweatshirt pocket. My grandfather looked at me and smiled.
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De-Evolution - NaNo Day 19 by Eirene Crimsonpelt
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#63 of De-Evolution So anyway, masteraaran and I are hard at work on our NaNo story for this year. Day 19: 3,564 words written, five pages. Goal: 100,000 words between two authors for the month ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: The following FICTIONAL story is intended
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"Character Development",
"Female",
"Human",
"Husky",
"Male",
"NaNo2012",
"No-Yiff",
"Plot Development",
"Post-Apocalyptic",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series",
"survival"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464592-de-evolution-nano-day-19
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"One of these nights we will see the stars Darling...just you and me together." He gave her a squeeze, "I didn't even know beauty like this, or like you, existed until a few days ago." He sighed out, "Now I don't think life would be the same without this sunrise...and it most definitely wouldn't be the same without you." He laughed.
Tisha turned and stretched up on her toes, slipping her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionately. "I'd seen the mornings and the evenings and even the nights, but having someone special to share them with is something I've never experienced before you, Marco." She nuzzled into him, then gave his lips a quick lick. "Let's go get breakfast so we can get this day started."
He slipped his arms around her waist as she held onto him, and he kissed her back, just as passionately. He felt his heartbeat increase and a soft growl came from his throat, a gentle one. His ears laid back and he closed his eyes for a moment, then he sighed out and smiled when she pulled away, "Alright darling...let's go."
Tisha smiled as she walked back into the house with Marco, fixing up the food for them to eat breakfast before tackling the day's jobs. She set two plates out, then a third for Black Elk when the warrior came down from upstairs. She set out a cup of coffee for him as well, but focused on eating her own breakfast and making sure she and Marco had enough coffee to make it through the morning.
Marco sat down next to her and once the plate was filled with the meager food they had, and she was sitting next to him, he began eating. He sipped his coffee and ate the rabbit and fruit in front of him. He was getting tired of rabbit and canned food, but it was what they had until they got the deer smoked up and ready to eat. They would survive. Sometimes he wondered if love was all that would hold them together. He sighed out and they ate in silence.
Tisha started eating, wishing she had something more than just the same food over and over again to eat and share with Marco. Soon though. She knew that soon enough, they would have the vegetables from the garden ready, and hopefully, they could find some various herding beasts to bring up here as well to change up the food supply. She would love to offer some beef or pork or even chicken. But for now, rabbits and deer was all they had. "We can cut a chunk off the deer and have that for dinner tonight."
He nodded and smiled at her words, "Venison sounds good... so does anything but rabbit." He laughed and shook his head, "Not that I'm not thankful... I am, it's just that it get old." He shrugged and sighed, eating more rapidly to get on with their day. He most enjoyed the time he got to spend with Tisha, it made whatever else they had to do all the more easy.
She grinned, then nodded. "We're gonna need our knives today, so I'll cut off a chunk and we can have that for dinner tonight. And so can Black Elk if he's back from hunting by then. Otherwise, he can eat rabbit jerky out in the field."
At that moment, Black Elk came into the kitchen, and shook his head. "I'll be back tonight. Venison sounds much better than more rabbit. There's only so long you can eat rabbit without getting sick and tired of it."
"Not to mention sick of it period..." Marco said, remembering what he had been taught in his wilderness survival training, which he had. He was not clueless when it came to surviving in the wild, he just hadn't done it very much, and not for anyone besides himself. "You can get sick of eating just rabbit...not enough fat in it, that's why you need other stuff with it."
"There's really only four months a year that rabbits are edible. May through August. Any other time, they're toxic to humans, and probably anthros. But venison and other meat will be good for changes in our diets." She sighed. "We need some animals with lots of fat on them too to counter all the rabbits we're eating right now."
Marco nodded and smiled at her, reaching over to pat her arm, "We'll get it all and be just fine. You'll see." He smiled at her and then took a few more bites, before pushing his plate away. He wanted to get working on their day. He pushed his chair back and took his dishes up to the sink.
Tisha smiled up at him, and nodded, finishing her own food and taking the dishes to the sink to wash them. After hers and Marco's were washed, dried and put away, she looked up at the tall, handsome husky. "Let's go get that barn taken care of and the horses out to pasture before tackling the tanning of hides and getting the meat for dinner tonight."
"Right." he said simply, helping her put everything away before heading out on the back porch. He grabbed a pair of work gloves that he had, then took her hand and they headed for the barn together. The tools to clean it were kept in the barn itself, and so they didn't have to take anything with them. They walked along, "I could get used to this I think... though the stress of food and all of that will weigh on you after a while..."
"That's why we start growing stuff now, and when it's time to start harvesting, we can 'can' some of it for later use. Same with smoking the meat we get now, so we can try to get herds up for later use." She tugged him behind her, full of energy first thing in the morning. "Hurry up, Marco. I know this is the best part of the day, playing with the horses, but we still got work to do after playing with them."
The moment she stepped into the barn, she pulled on her work boots and went to the first stalls, clipping a lead rope onto her mare's halter before opening her stall door and leading her out to the pasture. "We just need to remember to put some water out here for the horses that aren't going out on the hunting trip with Black Elk, and water the vegetables before the sun gets too high."
He laughed while she pulled him along behind her toward the barn. She was such an energetic thing. He went along willingly though, nodding, "Right, we won't forget...at least we don't have to lug it all the way back to the house." He grinned as they came up to the doors into the barn. He pulled on another pair of boots that were there, probably her father's. They were a bit loose, but that was alright by him.
He let her lead her horse out, "Do we get all the horses out first? Or do we take one out at a time and clean the stall before getting the next out?"
"Easiest way is to take them all out, then start mucking out the stalls. We'll have to use the old manure pile to put the stuff in, and then in a few days, add some water to the pile and spread the manure over the garden. Free fertilizer as my..." Her breath hitched, and he could tell that it was something one of her parents said. Fighting off the lingering depression of their loss, she tossed her hair back from her eyes, looking up at him.
"We'll leave Black Elk's horse and the gelding in the stables, and hopefully Brute will decide to mount one of the girls if he has a little privacy." After turning out Snowflake into the pasture, she headed back into the barn to get one of the other mares.
Marco nodded and chuckled, shaking his head at the casual way which she talked about Brute mounting the 'girls'. He headed for the stallion's stall, and opened the door to it, taking him by a lead and guiding him from it out to the pasture with Snowflake. He turned him loose there, and then came back to the barn to finish helping her and start working on the stalls.
After the four horses that would be staying at the homestead were turned out to the pasture, Black Elk came out, having finished his breakfast and washed his dishes. He headed to the barn to join them and swiftly got his horse ready as well as the gelding that would be carrying back the meat he caught. "I'll see you both tonight," he said before mounting up and heading out.
Tisha grabbed the buckets for water and handed two to Marco. "Two buckets into the pasture for the horses, then water the plants, then two more into the pasture. Then we'll get the manure wheelbarrow out and start mucking the stalls out."
Marco waved to Black Elk as he took off with his two horses. He hoped that the indian was careful out there hunting... any number of things could happen to a lone hunter in the woods. He shook his head and forced himself not to think of that, instead focusing on their job and on Tisha. He took two buckets and carried them out of the barn toward the stream, then filled them up and carried them back to the pasture to dump in troughs for the horses.
Tisha collected the water in her buckets and used them to fill a couple watering cans, which she then took over to the vegetable garden and slowly walked through the garden, drizzling the fresh water over the churned up soil where the seeds were starting to take root. She knew soon enough they would have to come through here, weeding the garden, but today was not weeding day.
While she watered, the buckets were available for Marco to get more water into the trough for the horses in the pasture. She gave a small sigh, knowing they needed to plant the fruit bearing trees soon enough, but of course, they wouldn't get any fruit from them for a while yet, though the ones her family had planted over the last few years will help out. She wanted to check out the trees tomorrow, or even earlier if the sun was up and they had some spare time to take a look today. Maybe after lunch and before they start working on the hide again.
He took the buckets when she finished using them and brought two more full buckets of water to the horses, then he loaded them up once again, and carried the buckets over to the garden, then took up the spare watering can and filled it. He started on the opposite side of the garden from her, and worked his way over, watering all of their seed rows gently, making sure that everything was nicely soaked but not washed out.
When he emptied one, he got some more water and went back to it. At last the garden was done and he put the can down for a moment to stretch. "Fuck that's hard on the back."
Tisha nodded in agreement. "I know. It's the only thing I hate about gardening. Well, that and weeding. Both can be killer on the back. But it has to be done to keep the wild plants from taking over the vegetables and fruit we need." She finished watering her spots, then stretched herself out, carrying the buckets back to the barn and putting the watering cans she had back in their spots.
He followed her around, putting things back and then heading for the shed, "Let's get the manure wagon and stuff and get these stalls mucked." He wrinkled his nose, "Probably my least favorite job is going to be dealing with horse shit... No, I take that back. It's going to be dealing with the brains later to put on the hide." He laughed and shook his head.
"When we go up to do that, we'll need a bucket with water in it. We'll need to keep the brains moist and our hands washed off. The deer hide will be getting the gunk and hair or fur off it, but the rabbit skins just need the gunk scraped off. I'll show you using the deer hide and you can work on the rabbit skins. Less brains to be used on rabbit skins, while the deer skins take more," Tisha told him as she moved to haul the manure barrows out of their storage place and grabbed a couple pitchforks. "You get one and I'll get one. We'll knock the horse shit out in no time."
Marco took one of the pitchforks and one of the manure barrows, and they carted them over to the bar where they each took one side of the building and started working on a stall. The process was simple, scoop shit, dump shit in barrow, rinse and repeat until all the shit was gone. Then scrape the floor and remove any soiled hay, then dump new hay on the floor and make sure it was scattered out.
Once that was done in one, he moved to the next stall. They talked throughout, from time to time, speaking back and forth though also trying not to breathe too much with the smell of the shit in the air.
Tisha was more used to handling the chore for a week, but still the scent was a bit much for her. "I can't wait until Brielle and Aunt Melanie get here. They're used to this work. When we get the jobs set up for everyone, I think we vote them in to take care of the horses and barn. No stinkies for us, at least not this stinky job. I've got no problem taking on hunting or growing the vegetables or even cooking. But no more hides or shit jobs," she said with a chuckle.
Looking at him as they moved to the next stalls, she smiled. "We'll wash up after this is done, so we don't smear shit all over the hides." Between shoveling out the old shit, she climbed up into the rafters and tossed down the fresh straw and hay for the horses to be spread out on the floor of their stalls, then climbed back down to clean out the next stall.
Marco laughed and nodded, "I agree. The two of them can shovel shit and I don't give a fuck who gets to tan the hides, but no more brains and shit for me." He shook his head, moving from one stall to the next to repeat the process on the last of his side. He got it done quickly enough, "Where do we spread the manure? Or do we have to let it sit somewhere for a while before it can be used on the garden?"
Tisha grinned and shrugged her shoulders a little. "Umm, well, it used to get watered by the system, but without power, I'm not sure how the watering would happen. It kinda needs some watering to keep it moist so that it can be spread easier. Besides, I don't think we really want to water it too much where it affects us like it did this morning. For right now, I think we should put it into a pile, then dump a couple buckets onto it. We can work on that tomorrow for the vegetables, cause the shit will wait, but the hides won't."
Marco knew that you couldn't spread some manure on to plants right away, like chicken poop. It was too 'hot' and would literally 'burn' the plant roots, killing them. You had to leave those for at least three years before you could use them. That was something he had learned a long while ago when he had a friend that was a gardener. He didn't know if it went for all poop though. Right now he just wanted to get the job done. He finished off his stalls, then moved over to help her finish up, "Alright, let's get this shit dumped...fuckin stinky shit..." he laughed.
Tisha wrinkled her nose at the joke, as well as the smell. "Yeah, then let's get cleaned up so we can get brains all over us. Just a joyous day in the life of the world gone crazy frontier. Maybe we can leave the shit in the barrows, and water them down during the day. Tomorrow we can sort the shit out in the garden. Since I'm not sure how much to put down, we'll try out a small amount to see if it helps, then start a pile that we'll have to water daily to make sure that is far enough away that we don't get the stench, but close enough to use to till the soil after the harvest."
He nodded and laughed, shaking his head and then pushing the barrow away from the barn. She had hers as well and they took it out and parked them near the garden, then left them while they put the tools away. Once that was done, it was time to start on the hides, something he wasn't particularly looking forward to.
"Before we get the hides out, let's get this muck off our hands and paws, and we'll get things together for tanning the hides. And we'll need a bucket of water to keep the brains mushed as we work the hides. So first, we'll get things set up with cleaning up and getting these mucking boots off!!"
Marco nodded and said, "Wash off in the stream then?" he grinned and turned that way, heading to it so that he could wash his paws and hands off. Of course, they would have to do it downstream from where they got their drinking water, unless they had a different spot. He supposed it might be better just to get a bucket and rinse off in it.
"Wash off in the stream for now, but bring buckets for us to wash off in during the tanning process. And that water can get used to help ease the 'heat' out of the manure after we're done for the day," she replied, giving him a quick grin before going to wash up herself. They were downstream of their usual drinking water spot, since it would be much easier to get the next set of drinking water from their spot without contaminating it.
Looking over her shoulder, she smiled up at him. "So after we get cleaned up, let's grab a bucket for drinking water and coffee, and then a bucket for washing up during the process. I can get the water on the stove to boil up for coffee and grab our knives while you get the brains. Then we can get the hides together."
Marco nodded and followed her to the stream. He hopped over it and then knelt to rinse off his hands. He scrubbed them in the water, making sure to get anything off of his fur that was stuck to it, then even picking under his nails with a rock, "We're going to have to figure out something to get our hands cleaner...soap I guess, though that won't last long. I read once how to make soap with lye, but I can't remember it now."
He stood a moment later and shook his hands dry, then headed to get the two buckets they would need. He knew that in their situation, sanitation was one of the most important things, along with food and clean water. If they got sick there was no medicine to help them now, they would have to rely on whatever they had. She had grabbed some stuff from her house, he knew, and they might have some up here, but not the kind of antibiotics they would need to stem off a bad infection.
"I know the tribe has a way to keep themselves clean. While they were called 'dirty' and 'filthy' by the white settlers in this area, and across most of the United States, they were actually cleaner people than the whites. An Indian took baths at least once a day, while the whites took one once a week, at the most. We can always ask Black Elk what they use. It will help us in the long run, plus we can always make soap later. Lye hurts too much. It can really burn the skin and I'm not sure how to make it not burn skin."
She looked at him thinking the same thing he was. "We need to grab as much of the alcohol from town as we can. It can be used as an antiseptic if someone gets a bad cut and we need to stitch them up. As I said, I want to grab all the stuff we can medically from town, and as much food and alcohol for medical purposes. We still have to eke out a living up here for the next few months before the seeds start getting ripe enough to harvest."
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Sauce by IkodoMoonstrife
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_Quite simply put, sleep-deprived at 3am is the best time to write poetry. The masterpiece below is proof:_ **Sauce** July thick now June fry cow Saturday cheese Sunday is bees Road wet block Toad eat rock Blanket done sock Wood pine flock August vacuum bat April pickle cat Tuesday chair
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*Quite simply put, sleep-deprived at 3am is the best time to write poetry. The masterpiece below is proof:*
**Sauce**
July thick now
June fry cow
Saturday cheese
Sunday is bees
Road wet block
Toad eat rock
Blanket done sock
Wood pine flock
August vacuum bat
April pickle cat
Tuesday chair grass
Thursday plant mass
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Ch. 1: A new home by Siek
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Standard disclaimer and such... This story contains M/M yiff. If you are under legal age, or if you are offended by such things as gay relationships, then turn back. (not that i can stop you from reading if you're already here...) Otherwise, Enjoy ^^ Story and characters are (c) to me. please ask if
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Standard disclaimer and such... This story contains M/M yiff. If you are under legal age, or if you are offended by such things as gay relationships, then turn back. (not that i can stop you from reading if you're already here...) Otherwise, Enjoy ^^
Story and characters are (c) to me. please ask if you wish to use them...who knows, i might say yes.
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Music, everywhere there was music. The beautiful melody played across the glade, carried upon the cool winter breeze from its origin. At first hearing it, one might assume that they were dreaming only and not actually hearing each note as it gently caressed their ears, floating easily and delicately over the equally beautiful glade in which they stood. And such was the thought had by a young wolf of whom had stumbled, quite by accident, upon this wondrous valley and into the verdure of this glade. He stared about, his deep silver eyes wide and his tail swaying side to side in slow rhythm to the music; his body, more foxen in nature then wolven, slowly picking up the rhythm as well as he walked. He was tired however, as he had been running and hiding from his former master since the day before; though he knew not if he had actually been followed. He stopped in the middle of the small glade and sat, exhausted, with his tail and hands in his lap; continuing to look about the glade in wonder of where the beautiful melody emanated. After a time, he sighed quietly and gave up his search, lying on his side and curling up slightly as he decided it better to try to rest while he could.
The music stopped shortly after the wolf fell asleep, the musician having realized that he was no longer alone in the valley only after finishing his song and opening his eyes, immediately greeted by the sight of a silver and crimson furred creature lying in the middle of his glade, obviously sleeping now. The fox, having at first been greatly embarrassed, gave into his curiosity shortly after and carefully placed his wooden flute in a hollow just behind him; then cautiously crept down from his perch in the tree to where the intruder was lying. The fox's steps were light, as not to wake the sleeping wolf when he approached, and he easily made his way to the intruder, not even the slightest sound coming from him as he did. The fox sniffed the air, immediately able to tell that the intruder was a wolf; though, he was confused when he saw him. His markings, though backwards, were the same as the foxes. Whereas the tip of the fox's ears, his hands, paws, and the tip of his tail were black, this wolf's were crimson; and where the fox's chest and belly were more of a creamy white, the wolf's was crimson there as well. And as where the fox's main body fur was a reddish color, the wolf's was silver. He also had a 'mask' of crimson fur on his muzzle from his nose up to his ears, covering his eyes; as well as a streak of crimson on each side of the tip of his muzzle. In all honesty, he looked more like a fox then a wolf, to the fox, and had he not been able to smell his scent, the fox would have mistaken him as such.
"Where'd you come from...?" the fox whispered curiously to himself, reaching out to delicately run his hand over the wolf's side. It seemed to the fox that he was in a very deep sleep; his breathing was deep, yet soft, and he didn't even seem to notice when the fox ran his claws gently through his fur, despite a slight shiver that ran through the wolf's body. Seeing as it was in fact winter, despite how green and alive this valley was, it was still cold out. Deciding it best to get the wolf somewhere warmer, the fox very carefully picked the wolf up in his arms and slowly carried him back to his cabin not too far off into the thick forest from where they were.
When they arrived at the fox's small cabin, the fox opened his door and brought the wolf inside, taking him into his bedroom and laying him gently on his bed. He was still sound asleep, though obviously warmer now, seeing as he was no longer shivering as he had been since the fox picked him up.
"Sleep well...my interesting friend. I'll have to remember to ask your name when you finally wake." The fox said as he pulled his blankets over the wolf's lithe form. He then left the cabin and closed the door, returning to the tree he had been in to retrieve his flute so he wouldn't forget of it later.
When he got back to the cabin, the wolf was still sleeping, so he set a small fire in the fire-pit in his living room and sat in front of it on his couch. The couch was a bit large for just him, seeing as it could probably sit around five people on it, but he didn't care; he liked to stretch out in front of the fire sometimes, and the couch gave him the perfect place to do just that. He had made it not long after building the bed that the wolf was now sleeping on, which was also a bit larger then it needed to be. He had made everything he owned really, the cabin included. He had stumbled upon this beautiful valley nearly a year and a half ago, probably in the same manner the wolf had not less then half a day ago. He was deep in thought now and didn't notice when the wolf stirred behind him on his bed, not quite awake yet, though the confines of sleep were slowly drifting from his mind in the form of a dream.
The wolf was dreaming of his escape from his master; of how he had barely managed to slip past the numerous guards and out the castle gate in mid-night; of how he had ran from the place, glancing behind him only to be sure that the guards weren't about to catch him. He had ran through the forest for a few hours before hiding in a hollow tree and trying to sleep, though sleep never came to him then; so he kept running. He ran and ran for a day, and full into the next, when he had tripped and fallen through a group of bushes into a cave, hidden behind them. Still unable to sleep, and sore from falling and being scratched badly by the bushes, he slowly limped through the dark cave until he came to the exit. It was then that he began to hear the music, slowly calling him forth from the cave and into the oddly lush valley.
The wolf woke with a start and fell off the bed, scrambling into a corner and curling up, hugging his knees to his chest as he started crying, thinking he had been caught again. His sudden fall caught the attention of the fox, who quickly ran into the room to find the wolf hiding in a corner.
"Don't...hurt me....please..." the wolf pleaded through short sobs, his ears lain back flat against his head and his tail held between his legs as he looked up at the fox in pure terror.
The fox's heart ached at the sight before him, and hearing what the wolf said, he slowly stepped forward while whispering "Hey....its alright, I'm not gunna hurt you, ok? You're safe here." Only to find the wolf pressing himself further into the corner as he approached, so he stopped and sighed deeply.
"W-who...are you? Why did you...bring me here...?" The wolf asked, still crying, though less then before.
The fox smiled warmly, trying to comfort the wolf in some way. "My name is Siek. I'm really sorry if I scared you...I just thought I should get you somewhere warmer then that glade so you didn't freeze to death." he said as he knelt down, staring at the floor between them.
"S-so...you...you're...not gunna to make me go back...are you?" The wolf asked in a pained voice, looking at Siek pleadingly.
"Go back where?" Siek asked in concern, looking up to meet the wolf's pleading eyes.
"Go back...to..." the wolf's words fell short as he began crying again, remembering all that happened to him before he ran away from his master.
Siek moved over to him and put his hands on the wolf's shoulders. "Its alright...I wont make you go back...wherever it is. You're safe now...ok? I won't hurt you and I won't make you go back." He said in a soothing voice. The wolf broke down then, and fell forward, hugging Siek and sobbing heavily into his chest-fur. Siek was shocked at first; but he soon started to gently rub the wolf's back in attempt to calm his fears, whispering "It's ok...everything's gunna be ok..." quietly into the wolf's ear as he sobbed. This went on for only a few minutes, until the wolf stopped sobbing and shaking, though Siek still continued to rub his back gently.
"I'm sorry..." the wolf said quietly.
"For what?" Siek asked curiously, looking down at the wolf leaning against him. When the wolf stayed silent, the fox picked him up as he slowly stood, and set him on the bed again. The wolf kept his ears lain back and looked at his hands on his knees. "You have nothing to be sorry for...not that I can see..." Siek said calmly, kneeling down in front of the wolf and looking up into his deep silver eyes.
The wolf just looked away. "Thank you for your kindness...I'll leave now...I-if you want me to..." he said slowly, though obviously not wanting to go.
"Hey...you don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to...ok?" Siek said, reaching up to brush the tears from the wolf's cheek with the back of his hand.
"R-really? You mean, I can stay?" The wolf asked, quickly looking back at the fox and into his dark blue eyes questioningly.
"If you want too...it does get kinda lonely here sometimes. I certainly wouldn't mind the company." Siek said, smiling when the wolf's face lit up. "What's your name?"
"M-my name...? It's Shade..." the wolf said, blushing slightly and looking away again.
"Well...Shade," Siek said with a slight grin at seeing the wolf's blush. "...are you hungry?" Shade nodded, though still looking away.
"Yeah...I haven't eaten anything in awhile..." Shade said quietly with a slight whine.
Siek smiled and stood, then held his hands out to the wolf to help him to his paws. "Well...I was about to make something before you woke up." He said as Shade took his paws and stood as well, following the fox out into the living room. "You just sit there on the couch and I'll make us some food, ok?" he said, leading Shade over to the couch.
"Ok...thanks." the wolf said, smiling as well and watching Siek as he walked into another room and disappeared for a moment, then re-emerged with a few slabs of meat and some kind of grill, which he set over the fire-pit. He carefully laid the meat on the grill over the fire, then turned around and walked over to the couch, sitting on the side opposite the wolf. Shade looked at Siek curiously, causing the fox to giggle slightly. "That's how you cook?" he asked curiously, indicating the grill and fire-pit.
"Yeah, what? You've never seen something like that before?" Siek asked, cocking his head to the side slightly as he looked at the wolf.
Shade shook his head and sighed. "Never really been aloud in a kitchen or anything, so..." He started blushing again as the fox continued to stare at him, flicking his tail into his lap and gently wringing it in his hands nervously.
"Hey...what happened to you anyway? How'd you end up in the glade?" Siek asked curiously, scooting a little closer to the wolf as he waited for an answer.
"I...uh...was running away..." Shade said nervously, looking at his hands again.
"Running away huh? From what?" Siek asked, turning and sitting on his knees on the couch, waiting patiently.
"From...my master..." Shade said, ducking his head, his ears lain back.
Siek looked surprised. "You mean...you're a slave?" he said in a near whisper.
Shade nodded sadly and looked at Siek, tears forming in his eyes again. "You're not going...to make me go back...are you? Y-you said you wouldn't..." he asked, obviously afraid again.
"No! I wont make you go back...I'm just, surprised is all...I never would have guessed..." Siek stopped in mid-sentence as Shade almost tackled him, hugging him tightly and pinning him against the couch.
"Thank you...I could never go back there....I'd kill myself if I had to go back there again..." he said, overjoyed that Siek wasn't making him go back. Shade started nuzzling Siek's chest as he hugged him, continually saying "Thank you..." as he did so.
"Whoa...ok, your welcome...heheh...but, you're gunna have to let me up...unless you like your steak burnt?" Siek said more then asked, giggling as Shade got up quickly, blushing and saying he was sorry again. "It's fine." Siek said, patting the wolf's shoulder lightly and getting up to flip the steaks using a set of tongs that were lying next to the fire-pit.
"Really...I'm sorry...I do that sometimes without even thinking..." Shade said, sighing. "It won't happen again...."
"Really, it's fine." Siek said, glancing back at the wolf for a moment and noticing, oddly for the first time, that he wasn't wearing anything. "Hey...you can borrow some of my clothes if you want to...unless you're more comfortable wearing nothing but your fur?" he asked, grinning slightly as the wolf blushed deeply and curled up in the corner of the couch.
"That'd be great...if you really don't mind...I guess I lost mine when I fell into that cave..." Shade sighed.
Siek nodded and walked into his bedroom for a moment, searching through his dresser until he found a pair of shorts and a shirt that he thought might fit the wolf. He came back out and handed them to the wolf, then sat on the couch; absently watching as Shade got up and put the clothes on, the fox silently admiring his lithe form. Shade was of seemingly average height, around 5'11, and he was slightly muscular, not overly so that it stood out predominately, but enough that when he stretched or flexed, as when he pulled the shirt on over his head, it showed. Also, the crimson fur on his chest and belly extended to the wolf's inner thighs as well and even went up under his tail, as Siek noticed when the wolf bent down to pull the shorts on, unknowingly exposing himself as he did and giving the fox a very nice view. Siek quickly looked away when Shade turned and looked at him for a moment before he sat back down. Luckily for the fox, the wolf hadn't noticed he had been staring at him so blatantly.
"Thanks..." Shade said quietly.
"So...you just go up and hug people without even thinking about it?" Siek asked, only half-serious.
Shade nodded though. "Yeah, sometimes...they either push me away, or hug back...though...I think I prefer it when they push me away..." he said, sighing quietly.
"Why?" Siek asked, not understanding.
"B-because...usually....if they hug back, I-it's because they want...something more..." Shade said quietly, staring blankly at the fire before them.
"Oh...I'm sorry..." Siek said, feeling slightly embarrassed now.
"I-its nothing..." Shade started to say, then stopped, ears lain back again.
"Huh?" Siek asked, looking at the wolf curiously.
"I'm sorry...I..." Shade sighed deeply.
"What is it...?" Siek asked as he moved slightly closer to the wolf.
Shade ducked his head. "I know...we just met and all...but...you're really nice to me...and I...um...really like you..." the wolf breathed deeply, forcing himself to look at the fox. "W-would you mind if I...stayed here with you for a while?"
"Oh...I um...Ahh!" Siek jumped up, quickly forgetting about what was being said as he realized their food was starting to burn. He grabbed a bucket of water and doused the fire, sighing, then grabbed a couple plates he had made and put the steaks on them; then walked over to a counter and grabbed a couple forks and knives that he had also made and put them on their plates as he walked back over to the couch and sat down again, handing the wolf a plate and smiling at him. "Enjoy...I hope it's not too burnt...eheh..."
Shade smiled back at the fox, though slightly saddened. "It's the best I've had in a long time...thank you Siek."
They ate mostly in silence, enjoying each other's company and the warm feeling of finally having some food in their bellies. The steak was a little burnt, but it was still tender in the middle, so it turned out rather well considering. When they were done, Siek took their plates and set them on the counter, then returned to sit on the couch.
"Thank you for the food Siek...it really was good." Shade said almost shyly as he curled up in the corner of the couch contentedly.
Siek looked over at him and smiled. "Thank you...though, I wish it had turned out better...and I'm sorry it wasn't that much...I would have made more, but...I honestly don't have that much."
"Oh...don't worry about that. I'm just glad you took me in...I'd have starved, if not frozen to death out there if you hadn't of been so kind to me...I'm sorry I freaked out earlier..." Shade's voice trailed off slightly as he finished speaking.
"It's alright...I can understand the reason for it well enough." Siek said, sighing quietly and looking at the fire-pit.
"Hey...were you the one making that music I heard before I fell asleep?" Shade asked as he remembered what it sounded like, looking curiously at the fox, cocking his head to the side as he did.
Siek immediately blushed and scratched the back of his neck absently, looking at the couch between the two of them. "I uh...yeah....I guess so..." he said quietly, putting his hands in his lap.
"It was really beautiful..." Shade said, moving across the couch to sit closer to the fox, who looked up when he saw him. "I could barely believe that I was even hearing it, it was so beautiful..." he continued nearly in a whisper.
Siek blushed even more at hearing that, looking into the wolf's deep silver eyes and knowing that he was being entirely serious. He had no idea what to say to that though; nor, for that matter, what to do. He just sat there, staring at the wolf as his heart began to beat faster for a reason unknown to him.
"C-can I...? Can I stay here with you?" the wolf asked quietly, almost pleadingly. "I'll do whatever you want me to...anything...please?" he begged.
Siek sat there for a few moments, unable to say anything as he stared at the wolf. "Um...Y-yeah, you can stay..." he finally stuttered after a few minutes as the wolf started to slide back to the other side of the couch.
When he heard the fox say that, Shade struggled with himself not to tackle the fox again as he promised he wouldn't. Instead, he whispered "Thank you..." as he forced himself to settle down onto the couch again.
Siek could tell he was holding something back though, and he hated seeing the wolf in stress like that, so he took it upon himself and moved over to the wolf, hugging him loosely at first, then tightening his grip after the wolf wrapped his arms around his chest and hugged him back. "You're welcome...though, I don't want you thinking that you're a slave here too...ok? Cuz your not. Got it?" he whispered into the wolf's ear, and smiled when he nodded in return. "Good."
"Thank you so much Siek..." Shade said, burying his face in the fox's chest and nuzzling against him softly.
Siek smiled and gently rubbed the wolf's back. His heart started beating faster again as he slowly ran his hands up and down, feeling the soft fur and tense muscles beneath his shirt, and his breath caught when the wolf quietly moaned into his chest. He smiled to himself and pressed a little harder, massaging the wolf's back gently, and grinned slightly when he made him moan again. "A little tense are we?" Siek giggled quietly when Shade nodded, tightening his arms around the fox a little more. "Want me to rub your back for you?"
Shade looked up at him. "Aren't you already?"
"Heheh...yeah, I guess so..." Siek said quietly, then yawned and tried to stretch. "I'm gunna need to get some sleep though...you mind?"
Shade blushed slightly and sat up, flicking his tail quickly into his lap as he did. "Sorry...yeah. Um...where am I going to sleep?" he asked, looking at the fox questioningly.
"Oh...um, well...you can sleep out here if you want to..." Siek offered quietly, then added, slightly hesitantly "...or, you could sleep in my bed...it's big enough for both of us...I guess."
Shade shivered slightly. "Would you mind...? Seems a little cold out here..."
"No...you can if you want. It would be warmer too I guess." Siek sighed quietly and stood up, facing away from the wolf, and walked slowly into his room. When he reached the doorway, he turned his head and looked at the wolf. "You coming?" he asked as he walked into the dark room.
Shade nodded, then got up, holding his tail in his hands in front of him as he walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed opposite where the fox was sitting. He stretched lithely and yawned, then looked back over at the fox, and saw he was taking off his shorts, his shirt already gone. The wolf swallowed hard and looked away, breathing deeply for a few moments, and then was startled and jumped slightly when the fox put a hand on his shoulder.
"Man...you really are tense..." Siek said after seeing him jump.
"S-sorry...um...mind if I take these off...? I'm kinda uncomfortable sleeping in clothes..." Shade mumbled quietly, still looking away.
"Sure...go ahead. Like I said, the bed is big enough..." Siek said before rolling back over to where he was, though already under the covers. He watched the wolf nod, panting slightly as he slowly took off the shirt and stood, slipping out of the shorts and quickly under the covers on his side of the bed, lying on his side and curling up slightly, facing away from the fox nervously. Siek sighed slightly and lied on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
Shade rolled over onto his other side, facing the fox. "I...um...I really do want to thank you Siek..." he said in a very nervous voice.
"Oh...you don't have to thank me Sh-..." Siek started to say, but the wolf cut him off.
"Maybe not...but...I want to." Shade said, moving a little closer, keeping his eyes locked on the fox's. "I...I can do a lot...whatever you need done..." he said as he slowly slid his hand over onto the fox's chest. Siek shivered as he did that, but didn't push him away, so he moved closer still until he was about a foot away from him.
Siek looked at him in surprise and shivered as the wolf slid his hand down his chest and over his belly, coming to rest just above his sheathe, stopped only by his fully erect vulpine shaft. The fox swallowed hard. "A-are...are you sure? You really don't have to..."
Shade giggled slightly and wrapped his hand around the fox's stiff cock, squeezing gently at its base just below the knot. "Seems like you want me to...and I certainly wouldn't mind..." his nervousness had disappeared completely in that moment as the fox murred deeply.
"O-ok...I-if you really w-want to..." Siek barely managed to stutter. Shade smiled broadly and moved closer, hugging the fox and practically lying on top of him, his own hard lupine cock being pressed between them as he did. Siek gasped when he did that, feeling the other male on top of him made him all the more aroused.
"I'll...take that as a...yes..." Siek said between breaths. Shade grinned and gently licked the tip of the fox's muzzle, then slowly slipped down under the covers until his muzzle was resting on the fox's belly. He hugged his waist tightly for a moment, causing the fox to moan, and then moved down a little further to lick the furred balls that were nestled gently between his legs, running his tongue over and around them for a moment, and then up Siek's sheathe slowly, making the fox moan again, though louder then before. Shade teased the fox's shaft, licking it gently then slipping his tongue down into its sheathe, the fox moaning and gasping every time the wolf moved his tongue even the slightest bit. From there, he very slowly licked up the length of the fox's cock, stopping as he got to its tip and taking the tip into his muzzle, suckling on it gently for a few moments and enjoying the fox's taste and scent, flicking his tongue out and licking at the now throbbing shaft every now and then before he slipped his muzzle down onto the length completely, taking all seven and a half inches of the throbbing fox-hood into his muzzle and throat. He sat there for a few minutes, his nose in the fox's crotch, breathing deeply of the musky scent and enjoying every second of having the fox's throbbing cock in his muzzle.
"Ohhhhhh! Gods...Shade...you're... gunna make me... cum...before you even...do anything!" Siek moaned out loudly, managing to speak between gasps. He was gripping the bed-sheets tightly in his hands, his claws digging into the fabric and tearing it slightly. The wolf murred deeply, causing a shock of pleasure to run through the fox's body as his throat vibrated around his cock, and causing the fox's shaft to freely leak pre-cum down the wolf's throat. Shade moved a hand up and rested it on Siek's belly, gently rubbing and scritching at him while he moved his muzzle up the fox's shaft until only the tip was in his muzzle, then he slowly started back down again, pulling back up when his lips reached the fast growing knot, and continued this rhythm for a few minutes, slipping his other hand under the fox's tail, gently squeezing at his rump.
"I'm...nngh...gunna cum...soon...gah...really soon...Ahh!" Siek said, forcing himself to warn the wolf before he thrust up deep into his throat and moaned loudly, arching his back as his climax hit, and sending the first few of many waves straight down the wolf's throat before filling his muzzle completely with hot fox-cum. Trying his best to swallow everything the fox had to give, Shade kept his muzzle on the throbbing cock, swallowing as much and as quickly as he could; though some escaped his muzzle, dribbling down over his cheeks and lips, leaving white streaks in his silver fur. By the time it was over, Siek was panting heavily, his eyes closed and hands still gripping the sheets basking in the very warm afterglow of being sucked off for the first time in his life. The orgasm had lasted only thirty seconds or so, but it felt like he'd lost a few pounds from how much he'd shot into the wolf's very willing throat and muzzle.
When he finally gained enough ability to think, he realized that Shade was still down there, still holding the well-used cock in his muzzle, breathing heavily. "Hey...you ok down there...?" Siek asked tiredly, receiving a low murr from the wolf in reply that sent a shiver of pleasure through his whole body as it vibrated around his still sensitive shaft. Siek gasped suddenly as the wolf pulled off his still hard shaft with a loud slurping sound and lied down on him, trapping the fox's cock between his chest and the fox's belly as he hugged the fox's waist tightly, nuzzling at his belly warmly. "That was...really great Shade...thank you..." Siek said, reaching down and gently rubbing the wolf's ears, eliciting a kind of purr from him.
"Glad you let me thank you now?" Shade asked, closing his eyes as the fox massaged his ears.
"Oh...definitely...that's the first time anyone's ever done that for me...and now I regret not doing it before!" Siek said with a slight chuckle. "But...what're we gunna do about yours? I can feel it still needs attention." he continued, indicating the warm hard shaft pressed against his leg.
"Mmmm...yeah...but, you don't have to do anything for me, I was thanking you...remember?" the wolf said with a slight sigh.
"Well...sure, but...now I need to thank you for thanking me so generously." Siek said, giggling slightly.
"Heh...if you really want to..." the wolf said, sliding up the fox's body a little more so he could see his face, and in the process, pressing the tip of his cock against the underside of the fox's tail, bringing a slight gasp from him. "...but, how do you want to?" he asked quietly, looking up into Siek's dark blue eyes warmly.
"O-oh...um...I was thinking the same way you did...unless you have another idea?" the fox asked, still massaging Shade's ears gently.
"Have you ever done that to someone else before?" the wolf asked curiously.
"Yeah, actually...I have a couple of times....just, they never returned the 'favor'." Siek said with a sigh, remembering back a few years ago.
"Have you ever been mated before?" Shade asked, a tinge of concern in his voice.
"Do you mean...have I ever had a mate...or, have I ever had sex?" the fox asked in return in attempt to clarify.
"Both." Shade replied with a faint smile.
"Nope...no mate. But...I have once...though I was on top. I've never been the bottom before..." Siek said quietly, blushing slightly.
"Oh...well, its up to you Siek. Do you want me in your muzzle, or under your tail?" the wolf asked, a slight grin suddenly gracing his muzzle.
Siek licked the wolf's nose, looking into his deep silver eyes and smiling warmly. "Well...that depends..." he said, blushing even more now.
"On what?" Shade asked curiously, lifting his hips and moving up Siek's body more until his cock touched the fox's, then relaxing and resting completely on top of him, murring quietly into his chest.
"Mmmm....on you..." Siek spoke quietly into the wolf's ear.
Shade looked up at him in slight surprise, cocking his head to the side with a questioning look in his eyes as he stared at Siek. "W-what do you mean Siek? Why does it...depend on me?"
"Well...I was...kinda hoping..." Siek started nervously, his heart rate quickening again as it had before. He sighed quietly and forced himself to continue. "I...I think I love you Shade. I w-want you to stay with me...here, in this valley. I...I was hoping that you would be my mate...will you?" The fox was very nervous now, and seeing the wolf just lying there on top of him as he was made his need for that question to be answered all the more prominent. Tears suddenly filled Shade's eyes as he stared at Siek in shock, unable to think, or even move for that matter, because he was so overwhelmed after fully comprehending what the fox had just asked him. Siek watched the wolf in concern as he just lied there staring at him, tears slowly falling and soaking his cheek fur; his concern slowly turned into fear so he laid his head back against his pillows, looking up at the dark ceiling as tears filled in his eyes as well. "I...I'm sorry...I never sh...should have said...j-just forget I said anything...ok?"
"N-no..." the wolf whispered with a warm smile, finally regaining his voice.
"Please!...just forget it...please...?" Siek pleaded, closing his eyes tightly and turning his head to the side and unable to see the wolf's smile.
"I...cant forget it..." Shade whispered, lowering his head back down to the fox's chest and closing his eyes, hugging Siek warmly. Siek whined quietly as he felt the warmth of the wolf's still hard cock press against his sheathe, his own shaft having already slipped back into his sheathe after the angst he now felt took over. "I cant...because..." Shade took a deep, shuddering breath as he felt Siek lift his head up and look at him. "Because I would love for nothing else...then to stay here with you...and be your mate." he said happily as he pushed himself up onto his knees and looked down at Siek, now sitting in his lap, his tail wagging slightly and brushing against the fox's balls, unintentionally arousing him again.
Shade yelped as Siek suddenly pushed him backwards gently and out of his lap, then practically tackled him, pinning him back against the wall at the end of the bed before hugging him and kissing him deeply and passionately. When Siek broke the kiss, he growled shortly and asked with a slight whine "Why didn't you just say so you silly wolf? You had me really worried there for a minute!"
Shade giggled and brought the fox into a tight hug, nuzzling his cheek and neck lovingly. "Because I wasn't at all expecting you to ask me that...you're so nice to me all the time and you've been taking care of me since you found me..." he sighed sadly then, before continuing. "I figured it was just to get me to do something for you...I'm sorry I thought that...its just, that's what everyone else always wanted...they figured if they were nice to me for a little while that I'd make them a good 'toy' when they needed me..." the wolf had stopped nuzzling by now and just pressed his muzzle into Siek's neck and shoulder as he hugged him.
"Awww....I'm so sorry. I'll never do that to you though...ok? I really do love you Shade." Siek softly and lovingly licked at the wolf's neck for a few moments, bringing a low murr from him as he started to nip at where he had licked.
"I...love you too...Siek." Shade replied, followed by a loud gasp when Siek reached down, wrapping his hand around the wolf's cock and squeezing it.
"We cant forget about this..." Siek said playfully, giving the wolf's cock another gentle squeeze and slowly stroking him up then down, making him moan quietly.
"No...but, have you decided yet?"
"Yeah...I wanna suck you off..." Siek decided, looking down and seeing the wolf's shaft, knowing he needed to have his muzzle on it soon or he'd go crazy.
"Ok...but...I wanna go down on you again while you suck me off...ok?" Shade said quietly, grinning widely when Siek looked up at him suddenly.
"Really? But you just did!"
"I know...that's why I want to 'again'...silly fox!"
Siek immediately lied down on his back, pulling the wolf with him and into a very deep, passionate kiss that only served to arouse the both of them even more, their bellies coated in streaks of pre by the time Shade broke the kiss and slipped off the bed, moving around to where Siek's head was and crawling up over him until his crotch was even with the fox's head, and his muzzle was hovering just over Siek's cock. Both murred in pleasure as the other's hot breath washed over their sensitive shafts, then each simultaneously took the other's warm cock into their muzzles and moaned at both the sensation of having a cock in their muzzle, and pleasure of being inside the warm, wet muzzle of the other. They both felt as though they were in heaven then, and cared nothing about anything other then giving their lover the most pleasurable experience they had ever had.
It had only been a few minutes, but Shade could already feel his knot growing rapidly while Siek was sucking long and hard every time he started to pull out of the fox's muzzle, a loud slurping sound being made as he did, causing the wolf to moan out around the cock in his own muzzle whenever Siek sucked particularly hard. Each time he willingly submitted and let his hips drop down again, gently thrusting into the warm, slick muzzle as his cock was rapidly drawn back in with no resistance whatsoever. As this continued, he slowly bobbed his own muzzle up and down Siek's slick shaft in rhythm with his gentle thrusts, sucking hard when he pulled back as the fox did to his shaft when he raised his hips up, trying to create the same sensation as best he could, and being rewarded with low murrs and muffled gasps every so often. He could tell the fox was getting close again though, because each time he went back down on the slick cock, his lips pressed against a rapidly swelling knot. Taking the fox's cock completely into his muzzle and throat for the second time that night, Shade wrapped his lips around the base of the knot and gently pulled back up, sucking hard as he did and causing Siek to moan out loudly around his own shaft before the fox followed suit when Shade thrust down once more into his muzzle, allowing Siek to take him to the hilt and suck hard on his knot in return. The sensation of that was too much for the both of them; and, rolling onto their sides, they both hugged the others waist tightly, pulling the other's cock as deep into their muzzles as they could while arching their backs and cumming hard down the other's throat; quickly filling their muzzles to the brim. They drank deeply of each other's seed, keeping their muzzles shut tight and lips wrapped firmly around the other's knot as their climaxes ensued with such force that they couldn't breathe even if they wanted to.
Despite their best efforts, cum was still trickling out from between their lips and into each other's crotch fur by the time their orgasms slowly wore off. Easing their grips on the other's waist, they slowly pulled off each other's cock, breathing heavily and deeply as they regained their breath, bathing their still sensitive cocks in a warm, yet chilling breeze that sent shivers through both their bodies. Shade slowly and carefully flipped around and crawled up onto Siek's body, gently pressing his slick wet shaft into the fox's belly next to Siek's own shaft, encasing them both in the warmth of their furry bodies as Shade wrapped his arms around the fox's upper torso and hugged him tiredly, resting his head on the fox's chest just below his neck. They lay like that for half an hour, basking in the warmth of each other's body and the afterglow of what they had just done.
"That...was...amazing..." Siek said between breaths, finally regaining his voice as he wrapped his arms around his love.
"Yeah...you...came more that time...then you did last time...Siek." Shade said with a slight giggle, causing the fox to blush deeply.
"Well...what'd you expect? After treatment like that...I got a lot of cum down my throat too you silly wolf...don't forget that." Siek said with a faint chuckle as his breathing finally started to calm back to normal.
Shade nuzzled Siek's chest lovingly. "Well...you asked for it...didn't you?" he asked quietly, continuing to nuzzle the fox's furry chest.
"Heh...yeah, and I'm certainly not gunna complain." Siek looked down at the wolf and licked his ears once, causing him to look up at him. When he did, Siek pulled him into a deep and loving kiss, parting his lips and forcing his tongue into the wolf's muzzle, which was willingly accepted as Shade parted his lips too and pressed his tongue back against Siek's. They both murred quietly as their tongues fought for entrance into the other's muzzle, tasting their own seed once entrance was granted and licking all over. The kiss was only broken after Shade yawned, his muzzle opening wide as he did which made the fox giggle. "You must be tired huh?" he asked quietly after the wolf was finished yawning.
Shade nodded. "Yeah...sorry...but I'm really wore out now..." he said in an apologetic tone.
"Awww...its alright. I can kiss you all I want tomorrow right?" Siek said with a slight grin.
"Yeah, you sure can. In fact, you can do whatever you want to with me tomorrow. So long as this is my home and you are my mate, I'm yours to do with as you please...you sexy fox you." Shade looked deep into Siek's eyes as he said that and watched as tears of pure joy filled them quickly.
Siek quickly pulled Shade into another deep kiss, though he kept it short in respect to the fact that he was also quite tired now. When he broke the kiss, he rolled Shade onto his side and snuggled up against him, his back against the wolf's chest, and pulled his arms around him. "I love you Shade..."
"I love you too Siek..." Shade said as he hugged the fox to him warmly after pulling the blankets up over them. "Sleep well...wake me up if you get up first ok? I don't wanna spend even a moment away from you."
Siek smile and nuzzled back against Shade's chest, hugging his arms to his own chest. "I will...I promise. See you in the morning. And you'd better wake me up too if you wake up first."
Shade giggled quietly and kissed the back of Siek's head. "Naw...I think I'll let you sleep....I just wont go anywhere if I do wake up, I'll just keep lying here and hold you in my arms until sleep fades from you and you wake up too."
"Heh...your so sweet...well...I hope you enjoy your new home. We'll be here for a very long time, I hope."
"Yeah, I hope so too... I'm certainly enjoying it so far... Night Siek."
"G'night Shade...my very foxy wolf..." Siek mumbled the last part more to himself then to Shade, but the wolf heard him anyways and hugged him all the more lovingly because of it. They soon let the wonders of sleep overtake them, both dreaming beautiful dreams of each other, dreams filled with a certain music that made them feel like they were floating up in the clouds, together, for the entire night.
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well, thats the first chapter. Lemme know what you think. Constructive critisism is appreciated. ^^
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Carmen & Armin by Silver
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Carmen & Armin Ãber ein Unwetter freuten sich nur wenige Piraten, die sich eines klaren Verstandes eigen nannten. Von Captain Morgan hatte man gehört, er hätte sein Schiff lachend in einen Strudel geführt, inmitten eines Jahrhundertsturmes, von dem man noch Jahrzehnte später sprach. Von den
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"Dog",
"German Language",
"Handjob",
"Knot",
"M/F",
"Oral",
"Rat"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97865-carmen-armin
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Carmen & Armin
Ãber ein Unwetter freuten sich nur wenige Piraten, die sich eines klaren Verstandes eigen nannten. Von Captain Morgan hatte man gehört, er hätte sein Schiff lachend in einen Strudel geführt, inmitten eines Jahrhundertsturmes, von dem man noch Jahrzehnte später sprach. Von den Sturmgeborenen hieß es, dass sie ihre Stärke im peitschenden Regen holten, den Wind in ihre Lungen sogen und Blitze spucken konnten.
Armin war dies alles gleich, seinetwegen konnten andere Blitze aus ihrem Arsch feuern. Heute freute sich der Bullterrier über den Sturm, der die Fantôme über die Wellen schaukelte. Denn der Großteil der Mannschaft war beschäftigt, nur ihm und wenigen anderen wurde in dieser Nacht eine Pause gegönnt, nachdem er den ganzen Tag seine außergewöhnliche Stärke beim Kanonenrücken bewies. Seiner Kraft verdankte er es auch, sich überhaupt noch auf den Beinen halten und sich halbwegs fidel durch den Schiffsbauch bewegen zu können. Die Matrosen, welche ihm beim Schleppen halfen, lagen allesamt hundemüde in den Kojen.
Doch die Aussicht, den Hintern der hübschen Carmen näher kennen zu lernen, beflügelte ihn und ließ ihn hellwach bleiben. Die Rättin mit einem Pelz wie finsterste Nacht führte ihn durch das Schiff, ihre zierliche Hand seine raue haltend. Am Ende kam sie im Lager an, zwischen Fässern fand sie den Stapel gefalteten Segeltuchs, welche zwar hart, aber längst nicht so unbequem wie der hölzerne Boden war.
Im Laufe des Tages hatte der Terrier die wenigen Pausen zwischen der harten Arbeit genutzt, um mit Carmen anzubändeln. Dass sie eine ungezogene Dame war wusste jeder an Bord. Noch in ihrer ersten Woche als Teil der Mannschaft hatte sie ihre Beziehung zum Kapitän verbessert, indem sie ihn in drei aufeinander folgenden Nächten zwischen ihre Beine ließ. Zudem hatte sie auch den einen oder anderen gut aussehenden Kameraden dergestalt beglückt, vom Dingo Yanez wusste man, und wahrscheinlich auch der sonst so stille Panther Fary Diouf.
Nun war Armin an der Reihe. Offensichtlich hatte die Rättin mit dem lästerlichen Mundwerk ein Faible für Männer, denen man die Muskeln ansah. Und der hünengestaltige Bullterrier besaß davon reichlich. Sicher, in seinem Kopf brannte nicht die hellste Kerze, das Denken überließ er anderen, wie etwa seinem Landsmann, dem Weimaraner Wilhelm, aber an Stärke konnten sich die wenigsten mit ihm messen, schon gar nicht an Bord der Fantôme. Glattes, reinweißes Fell spannte sich über bestens definierte Muskeln, welche er gerne zur Schau stellte. Sah man von seinem großen Ring im rechten, immer hoch stehendem Ohr ab waren sie sein einziger Schmuck. Eine knielange Hose, die von einem breiten Gürtel gehalten wurde, war sein einziges Kleidungsstück. Und diese wurde ihm zunehmend enger, mit jedem Schritt, den Carmen ihm vorausging und dabei ihren hübschen Hintern für ihn wackeln ließ.
Die Rättin nahm auf dem Segelballen Platz und lehnte sich zurück, der Rüde folgte ihrer Aufforderung, näher zu kommen. Er stellte sich zwischen ihre Beine und beugte sich nach vorne, wo sie nach seiner Schnauze griff und darüber fuhr. Fürwahr, Armin war nicht sonderlich hübsch, er hatte kleine, jedoch durchdringend schauende Augen, und helles Rosa umspielte seine schwarze Nase. Die schwarze Sünde von Piratin gab ihm einen zärtlichen Kuss, danach suchte ihre Zunge die seinige. Seine Hände griffen nach ihrer Schulter, stark und doch sanft. Wenn sie an Hunden etwas mochte, dann ihre Meisterschaft mit der Zunge, egal bei welcher Tätigkeit. Ihre Hände fuhren über seine Brust, tasteten nach den ausgeprägten Bauchmuskeln darunter, keine Unze Fett war darunter, ein weißer Fels mit mörderischem Gebiss.
Sie schälte sich für ihn aus der Kleidung, Er griff nach ihren Brüsten, kaum dass sie ihr Hemd auf den Boden hat fallen lassen. Zunächst wollte sie ihm auf die Finger schlagen, um seine Begierde anzufachen, doch als seine rauen Daumen über ihre Nippel fuhren, zitterte sie leicht vor Erregung. Bald schon strichen seine Finger über verhärtete Brustwarzen, und schließlich ließ er seine Zunge an ihnen folgen. Carmen wusste nicht, ob er die Schweinereien verstand, die sie ihm auf Spanisch zuraunte. Seine Muttersprache war Deutsch, und sie wusste, dass er zumindest Holländisch und Englisch verstand. Aber Spanisch? Was es auch war, er reagierte nicht mit Worten darauf, sondern hob sie auf den Ballen und öffnete ihre Gürtelschnalle.
Ihre Hose flog hinter die Fässer, und sie lehnte sich zurück. Im dumpfen Licht der Lampen blitzte ihre Scham auf, und Armin sog die Luft scharf auf. Carmen spreizte die Beine und ließ ihn gewähren. Er rieb seine Finger an ihren Schenkeln und fuhr schließlich über ihre Klitoris. Zwei Finger tauchten in sie ein, und sie seufzte sehnsüchtig, als er sie tiefer vordringen ließ. Dann senkte er seinen Kopf zwischen ihre Beine.
Seine Zunge raubte ihr beinahe die Sinne. Sie fiepte und winselte, zog an seinem Ohr, als es nicht mehr auszuhalten war. Bald schon leckte Armin an ihrer Spalte, die so feucht war, als sie sei gerade aus dem Meer gestiegen. Hechelnd blickte er zu ihr auf, und ihr Blick sagte ihm, das sie mehr wollte.
Endlich öffnete er seine Hose. Der Gürtel schlang sich an seinen Beinen hinab, dann folgte der ihm das eng gewordene Leder. Carmen war sichtlich beeindruckt, als er den Oberkörper zurücklehnte, die Hände in die Hüften stemmte und ihr seine Männlichkeit präsentierte. Aus einem schneeweißen Penisfell ragte eine rubinrote Spitze sündigen Fleisches heraus, darunter baumelten zwei pralle Hoden, welche sich näher an den Körper heranzogen. Armin schob mit geübten Griff die Felltasche zurück und zeigte der Rättin stolz sein Glied.
Sie schmatzte vergnügt, doch sie überspielte damit nur ihre Enttäuschung. So hünenhaft Armin auch war, sein Kapitän Jacquard du Sang schien besser bestückt zu sein als er. Der Bullterrier lehnte sich über den Ballen und griff nach ihrer Hand, diese führte er zu seinem Schaft. Sein Glied zuckte, als die unbehaarte Hand der Rättin es berührte. Daumen und Zeigefinger bildeten einen Ring, und erst jetzt merkte sie, dass sich noch mehr in der Felltasche versteckte. Am Ende ragte ein Penis empor, der noch ein gutes Stück dicker und breiter war als das ihres Kapitäns. Carmen frohlockte und schmunzelte, auch wenn die Größe ihr Respekt abzollte.
Carmen drehte sich auf dem Ballen um, ging in die Hocke und reckte dabei ihren Hintern in die Höhe, ihre Schamlippen fanden sich direkt vor Armins feuchter Nase wieder. Sofort schnüffelte der Rüde an ihr und leckte sie erneut, dann spreizte er ihre Pobacken und leckte ihre verbotene Pforte. Wäre Armin ein Kater gewesen, hätte er sich dazu niemals herabgelassen. Katzen leckten am liebsten sich selber, Hunde dagegen zogen gegenseitiges Abschlecken vor, egal wo.
Schließlich rutschten ihre Beine vom Ballen und baumelten knapp über dem Boden. Armin brachte seinen fleischernen Mast in Position. Quälend lange zog er das Eindringen hinaus, er war kein schneller Ficker, wie sie zunächst vermutet hatte, stattdessen strich die Penisspitze ihre Pobacken und dann ihre Schenkel. Als er in sie eindrang, überkam sie ein Gefühlgewirr aus Neugierde, Lust und Angst, denn sein imposantes Gemächt mochte vielleicht auch zuviel des Guten für sie sein.
Die Lust obsiegte und verdrängte jegliche Zweifel. Armins Beckenstöße waren langsam und genüsslich, er beugte sich über sie und legte seine Finger zwischen ihre, während sie ihm derbe Wörter zuhauchte, die seine Fantasie beflügelten. Derweil erfreute er sich an ihrem schmalen Körper mit den herrlichen Rundungen, leckte ihr schwarzes Fell, welche das Laternenlicht verschlang, und erfreute sich an ihrem Stöhnen. Armin hechelte und wedelte mit der Rute, sein Penis hatte sich zur vollen Größe mit Blut gefüllt und drückte sich durch ihre schmerzhaft eng gewordene Weiblichkeit.
Als sie nach mehr forderte, packte er ihre Schwanzwurzel mit der einen Hand und drückte mit der anderen ihren Kopf am Nacken auf den Ballen. Wehrlos gab sie sich ihm hin, als er seine Stöße härter werden ließ. Ihr Honig rann an seinen Adern entlang und tropfte zu einer kleinen Lache auf die Planken. Wo draußen der Wind peitschte und das Schiff taumeln ließ, brachte der Rüde einen Sturm der Leidenschaft über die Rättin, wie sie ihn noch nie erlebt hatte.
Immer wieder forderte sie, bejahte lustheisern sein brutales Treiben, da warf ihr Verstand einen Anker ins Meer der Gelüste. Wenn sie schon unter seinem Penis ächzte, als würde er sie entzweireißen wollen, was für Schmerzen würde dann erst sein Knoten machen, der sich unweigerlich bilden würde? Diese Gedanken kamen und gingen wieder, als die Wogen sie ergriffen und ihr ein Lustschrei entglitt, der von Verlangen und Erlösung kündete, nicht von der Angst vor süßer Pein.
Die Rättin spürte die Wärme in ihrem Unterleib, fühlte, wie Armin ihr seine Saat schenkte, ihn in ihre Lustgrotte spritzte und verströmen ließ. Sein Samenerguss hielt lange an, er hechelte wild dabei und wedelte aufgeregt. Als der rötliche Schleier verschwand, blieb ein schaler Geschmack, und auch wenn sich ihre Schenkel wund anfühlten nach den zahlreichen Beckenstößen des Bullterriers, so war Carmen überrascht, dass sie der Schmerz nicht übermannte.
Schnell merkte sie, was geschehen war. Armin hatte ihr seinen Knoten vorenthalten. Dieser drückte sich zwar gegen ihre Schamlippen, aber ihre inneren Wände blieben verschont. So war es auch ein Leichtes für ihn, sich erschöpft aus ihr zurückzuziehen. Carmen drehte sich auf den Rücken und streichelte ihre nasse Weiblichkeit, fühlte den zähen Samen an ihren Fingerspitzen, der sich mit ihrem Honig mischte.
Armin beugte sich über sie und zerfuhr mit seinem Penis ihr Fell. Sie küsste ihm auf die Schnauze, doch keineswegs war sie fertig mit ihm. Ihre Faust begann seine Erektion zu melken, und der Rüde verstand. Sie tauschten die Plätze, die Rättin stand nun am Ballen, der Bullterrier lag auf dem Rücken. Eifrig begann sie nun, seine dargebotene Männlichkeit mit Zunge, Mund und Brüsten zu verwöhnen.
Die schwarze Rättin wusste nicht, wie ihr König im fernen Spanien hieß oder auch nur einen Bruchteil der seemännischen Begriffe, mit denen die Mannschaft um sich warf, aber mit der Beschaffenheit von Rüden kannte sie sich aus. In den Hoden, welche sie zart drückte und massierte, wartete noch mehr auf sie. Ein Hund spritzte mehrmals in kurzen Abständen ab, sowohl bevor als auch nachdem sich der Knoten gebildet hatte. Und an diese Saat wollte die Rättin heran. Gier war eine Eigenschaft der Nager, und nichts wollte sie verschwenden.
Erst hatte Armin seine Kraft und Masse angewandt, um ihrer Herr zu werden, nun war er ihr Sklave, Wachs in ihren Händen, als sie ihre Lippen um sein Glied legte und genüsslich daran saugte. Ihre Faust drückte am Schaft zu und bereitete dem Rüden süßliche Lust, er winselte wie ein Welpe. Lange wollte er sich noch dagegen wehren, doch als sie über seinen muskulösen Bauch strich und einen Finger in seinen Nabel stochern ließ, war es um ihn geschehen. Die heiße Fontäne schoss aus seinem Glied hervor, in ihren Rachen und auf ihre Zunge, Carmen saugte und lutschte an ihm, und sie schluckte, was auch immer der Rüde während seines Höhepunktes ihr gab. Armin krallte sich im Segeltuch fest, seine Hand verkrampfte sich fast, er wollte schon losbellen wie ein nervöser Hund, doch da war alles schon wieder vorbei, und die Anspannung verflog im Raum, als er tief einatmete und seine Erregung verklingen ließ.
Sie ließ von ihm ab und beide lachten, als sein Penis gegen den Bauch wippte. Carmen kroch auf den Ballen und legte sich zu ihm in seine starken Arme und kraulte ihm die Brust. Draußen tobte weiter der Sturm, doch beiden war das gleich, hier hatten sich die Wogen geglättet. Carmen versuchte sich an ihr Englisch zu erinnern. "Hast du verstanden, was ich dir zugerufen habe?", fragte sie ihn und erinnerte sich, dass ihre Ausdrücke auch beleidigende Natur hatten. Der Bullterrier grinste und offenbarte seine scharfen Zähne. "Nicht ein Wort." Beide mussten kichern.
Die Müdigkeit gewann die Oberhand, und Carmen schmiegte sich an Armin, der mit ihr auf dem Ballen lag. Er küsste sie zum Abschluss und nickte schnell ein, und sie fummelte solange an seinem Penisfell herum, bis auch sie einschlief.
Was geschah, als sie am nächsten Morgen geweckt wurden, war eine andere Geschichte ...
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Angel Eyes and Jungle King by KiwiCandy
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Hope you all like it, it's my first story ever! I usually dont do anything this scandelous, anyway um any rules apply like dont read it if you cant ie the law and stuff other than that have fun. Angel Eyes and Jungle King The lights flashed mesmerizingly throughout the dark club highlighting the
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[
"Anal",
"Fox",
"Lion",
"M/M",
"Oral"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51766-angel-eyes-and-jungle-king
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Hope you all like it, it's my first story ever! I usually dont do anything this scandelous, anyway um any rules apply like dont read it if you cant ie the law and stuff other than that have fun.
Angel Eyes and Jungle King
The lights flashed mesmerizingly throughout the dark club highlighting the dance floor. A mixture of different furs mingled around the dance floor buying drinks, chatting with friends, and hoping to get laid. As the mellow thump of the base reverberated through the compact space a husky lion leaned absent mindedly against the bar, surveying the usual crowd of egotistical guys and retail girls having an all too regular "girls night out". Sighing to himself he turned to his group of friends at the bar alongside him and signaled that he was going home.
"Oh my god I'm so glad you finally made it out of that damn shop to come along with us." Said a short pair of feline twins who could have been copies of the trucker mud flap girls the way their chests nearly came out of their corsets.
"Ee! Jean is here, oh my god he's so hot!" The darker haired feline Natasha waved her boyfriend over. "Babe buy me a drink." The larger muscular tiger rolled his eyes and headed to the bar.
"God they're so disgusting, let's hit the floor our song is on!" The other femme fatal twin said as she grabs a slender fox by the wrist and pulls him towards the dance floor. The fox lithe frame follows behind her, the clubs fluorescent lights doing nothing to hide his bright blue eyes. His bushy tail, far too large and full for his body swayed slightly before timidly wrapping around his waist.
The lion turned away from his group heading for the door when he walked by. He stared into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, it seemed to be slow motion as they swept by followed by a river of a tail flowing behind him. The lion watched as the fox made his way to the dance floor, a seductive looking feline leading the way, she eyed all potential flirtatious guys in her path before finding one and grinding her back into him as they both danced in rhythm to the music. The fox now alone weaved his way to the middle of the dance floor hoping to get lost in the crowd and just move along with the music. The husky lion watched as the fox slowly began to trace the sides of his body until is hands were raised above his head, his hips seemed to move with a flow that seduced the entire room as both the male and female furs took notice, the girls, if some what jealous, looked at him longingly as if wanting to be the center of attention, the way he was, while the males watched intently with a brush of lust in there eyes whether the were straight or not, the fox's body was something to behold. As the crowd seemed to give the muse more room around himself the lion was able to get a better look at him. With an opportunity like this the lion could not resist. He got up from his bar stool and headed towards the fox with a lust he had never known before.
As Fay swayed and danced and moved with the music, someone stood out from the crowd slowing getting closer. A lion stepped closer staring at the fox with a confident hunger. His frame hulking over the fox as his body closed the distance between himself and the fox. Koda had never been so bold but he knew that the fox was worth a second look and worth getting to know better.
"May I?" The lion asked.
With out any words the fox turned and began to roll his hips along with the lion. Once again tracing the sides of his body the fox laced his arms around the lion's neck as the lion placed his hands loosely along the foxes hips and began to grind against him. With the rhythm and sensation of the lion behind him the fox begins to arch his back in the pleasure of another fur behind him, the lion griping the fox more firmly and pressing himself into the fox as they dance in the crowd. The lion begins to move his hands to the fox's stomach pressing him closer to the lion's body. The two grind against each other as the music changes to a more mellow tone. The fox and lion's grinding begins to slow down to a slower sensual seduction as the fox begins to use the lions frame as a balance beam to sway against and get lost in as he dances. The lion begins to moan a little as the fox's slender hips and perky butt begins to gently rub against the trapped cock with in the lion's jeans. Tracing the fox's white fur under his shirt he lowers his hand's position to nestle against the sides of the fox's dick through his pants and press the fox hard against him.
Fay's eye open quickly in shock, he could feel the lion large hard cock press against him slightly spreading his checks as they ground into each other. He had never turned anyone on in such a way, he noticed the stares from time to time and just chalked those up to lucky genes knowing that he had to work regardless and keep himself grounded. The fox felt a new wave of emotion as he began to be turned on by the fact that another fur found him so attractive.
Koda felt the startle fox stumble, but the lion never let him fall, he couldn't to let such a creature fall would be sin, he knew from the very presence of the fox that the fox simply had an innocence about him in a world of sin this was an angel. He couldn't resist, the lion leaned his head down and gently kissed the nape of the fox's neck and nibbled slightly, tasting the sweet taste of the fox. Fay let out a small gasp and dropped his hands down behind the lion's thick muscular ass as the lion began to lick and suckle at his neck and move towards his ear. With out thinking the fox pressed the lion's ass into him as he lost himself in the feelings. The crowd seemed to disappear into a sea of vibrant color and the humming of a far off music. "My apartment is across the street in a high-rise..." the words escaped the lion's lips as only a whisper.
The fox turned inside the lion's embrace to stare into the face of his seductive captor, the lion stared hungrily back in to the fox's almost child like face, wondering how he had even managed to get this far. The lion's face was handsome and the look in his eyes were of a deep lust and yet full of comfort and safety, eyes of trust. Slowly the fox nodded to the lion, a sly and happy smile graced the lions face as he began to lead the fox back out through the club, with the fox in tow the lion stared back at the other furs with a smug smile as the girls looked back both jealous for the not "bagging" the lion and taking him home and for the fox because he seemed to have the quality that they lacked.
The feline was having a blast as she saw her friend leaving the club with what looked like a great catch, she was the only one the wasn't glaring at the fox for his apparent victory in catching the handsome lion.
Outside the club the fox stood waiting for the lion to get his coat, the gentle thumping of the music was somehow soothing even though he knew it was probably some rapid song about booty shaking.
He knew it was coming before it hit his nose, the smell he could recognized anywhere, and the raindrop hit his nose and was gone before anyone would notice. The smell made him smile, down the street he could see the heavy rainfall come towards the club in a heavy torrent.
"Just what I need, a soaking wet guest at a lovely lions apartment. He'll just love that." His thoughts were rich in sarcasm. As the drops came closer he could hear the valet boys grumble with disappointment, he closed his eyes and waited. Yet the drops never came, opening his eye he saw the lion grinning back at him with his jacket over the fox protecting him from the rain. He smiled pleasantly back at the lion as they walked across the street to the apartment complex. The elevator doors opened to reveal a moderately lavish interior, as he stepped inside he could feel the lion's panting breathe behind him on his neck. The lion had watched the fox glide elegantly across the street as he held his coat for him, all the time watching the fox's subtle rump. It was excruciating when the elevator doors closed behind them not to press the fox against the wall in a fit of lust and kiss the back of his neck and grope his dick through his pants. The foxed turned and looked back up into his eyes and he knew that the fox wanted it to, with a small sly smile the fox gave the go ahead and the lion was ecstatic. The lion practically ran at the fox before scooping him up and resting him against the wall of the elevator, the fox instinctively wrapping his legs around the lion's waist. The lion's large cock pressing it self hard against the fox's trapped dick as they stared at each other silently for what felt like an eternity before the lion pressed his lips against the fox's waiting lips. The kiss was amazing, quite moans coming from the two as the fox's eager mouth took in the lion's invading tongue. This kiss broke and the lion began to kiss down the fox's neck and nibble occasionally, the fox's limber frame arched away from the elevator wall as he enjoyed the wonderful feeling of the lion's warm breath and kisses traveling over his neck. Koda snarled as Fay grabbed the sides of the lions face with his hands and pulled at his hair in ecstasy.
There was an automatic and electronic "ding" as a new button lit up as an oncoming passenger waited. The doors suddenly sliding open and a little old rabbit stepped into the elevator, standing between Koda and Fay, she could apparently not tell through her thick glasses the condition the two were in as they stood on either side of her. Koda's top button to his pants was undone and his hair a mess, and Fay's checks were flushed and he tried to regain his posture and straighten his t-shirt to its formal self. The old rabbit stepped off the elevator only 3 floors up from her original floor and stepped out smiling to herself. Koda swore he heard the words "Have fun." escape her lips as she left but didn't read into it, except to look over and smile at the fox. Looking over at the fox, the fox's eyelids slowly opened to reveal the bright blue eyes once again in a seductive look.
The door to the lion's apartment flew open as they two were back in their previous embrace, the fox unwrapped his legs, as the lion set him down and turned to close and lock the door. With a snicker the lion turned around to find the fox gone, all that was left was a crumpled t-shirt on the floor at his feet, and further inside a pair of tan khaki pants leading towards his bed room. The lion threw off his shirt and stumbled with his belt as he raced towards his room.
The fox kneeled there in the middle of a gigantic bed, with room for five or more furs, waiting for the lion to find him, his ember colored fur shinning against the faint light coming from the hallway, his low-rise white boxers hiding his cock and rump from the eager lion. The lion stepped around the corner clad only in a pair on tight blue boxers straining against his raging pink cock. The fox blushed to himself as the lion closed the distance between them. The lion crawled across the bed to the fox and they began their passionate kiss once more, the lion brought the smaller fox up into him holding him tightly as their tongues danced widely in the kiss. The lion then lowered the fox down against the bed as they continued kissing intently. The fox's hands holding onto the face of the lion he had only just met, but felt such a longing for. The lion's hands began to roam the fox's body tracing him from his hands to his elbows and up to the fox's shoulder's and down to his pert chest. He slowly traced tiny circles around the fox's pink nipples and then began messaging them with his large thumbs making the fox moan into the kiss and the lion to smile happily. The kiss broke and the lion took the fox by the wrists and held them high above his head as he began to kiss the nape of his neck and slowly kiss downward. The fox's breathing became heavy as the lion stopped at the fox's nipple and began to tease and taste the fox. Slowly making his way down the fox's stomach, causing the fox to arch his back once again, and his hips to grind down into the mattress as the lion licked the fox. The lion stopped.
"Shall I? Or do you want to?" He asked, inquiring about the fox's now tenting boxers.
"Oh! Hahaha." The fox giggled as he slinked his fingers into the waist band and slowly lowered them before kicking them off. Nervous the fox lay there exposed before the lion, but the lion only seemed to become more primal by seeing the fox's cock spring to life once free of the boxers. The lion kneeled in front of the fox, and quickly removed his own boxers and the pink of his dick glinted in the light as the head flared to life and a drop of pre slowly dripped down to the bed.
The fox's eye widened as he took in the lion and his body, blushing deeply he could feel a grin spread across his face. Not to long after the lion removed his boxers the fox got a good look at the lions wide back as the lion bent back down and went to work licking and kissing his navel, two rounds lumps of muscle defining the lions lower back and ass. Just then the fox moaned loudly, bringing his hands to his mouth to stifle himself. The lion had reached up and began to kneed the fox's balls in his hand, taking one hand the lion gripped the base of the fox's shaft and slowly but firmly begin to pump the fox's cock. The Fox moaned in pleasure, with that the lion bent down and took the fox's pink cock in his mouth and began to suck the head and lick the slit of his dick. The taste of the fox was too much; the lion began to get lost in the sucking and sensations of sucking the fox's hard dick. The fox began to slowly thrust up into the lion causing him to take more of his cock. The fox was in heaven as the lion stroked and sucked his dick swirling his thick cat tongue around the fox's shaft and wrapping his lips around the fox's sensitive head. The fox began to truly hump into the lion and clench at the lions main as the lion sucked his hard cock. The lion sensed the fox was close to coming and began to decrease his rapid sucking. The lion got up and kneeled before the fox, the fox looked up confused as to why his pleasure was taken away. The lion could not help but smile to himself as the fox's cute face began to register what the lion wanted. The fox sat up and turned to crouch on all fours in front of the lion, the lion's swollen throbbing cock pulsing in front of the fox's face. With a small innocent flip of the tongue the fox lapped at the lion cock. Koda moaned out as Fay began to fondle his ball sack and start to take the lions girth into his mouth. The salty sweet taste of the lion flooded the fox's senses as the fox began to bob and thrust himself on the lion's gorgeous dick. Koda grasped the back of Fay's neck as he began to fuck him in the face, the pressure building in his nuts was greats as the fox worked magic over his throbbing dick.
Fay began to slightly gag as Koda fucked his mouth; Fay grasped Koda's ass to give himself support. Slowly finding his way to the lion's ass. This only seemed to invigorate the lion even more as his thrusts became more erratic.
"AWWW FUCCKKKK!!" screamed the lion. "This is fucking great oh god! Keep it up baby, my angel!" Fay's fingers slowly circled the entrance of Koda's eager pucker and slowly he slid in a finger and began to massage the lion from within. That was all it took the lion dick grew hot and his nuts withdrew close to his body. Fay looked up to see an expression of ecstasy on the lions face and he held Fay's face all the way down till his muzzle brushed against his pubic hair, his ass clenching tightly around Fay's probing finger. Wave after wave of lion cum sprang forth from the lion's pulsing dick, Fay choked a little as the lion held him in place but he drank all that he could. The pressure of the orgasm caused much to drip out the sides of his mouth. As the orgasm subsided Koda brought Fay up to his face and watched as the fox shyly wiped the rest of the cum with this fingers and start to lick them clean. Before he could lick the last globe off his index finger the lion grabbed his wrist and licked the digit clean. The fox could not help but kiss the lion once again. The lion was lost in ecstasy as the taste of his own cum washed over their tongues cause his shrinking cock to spring back to life.
Resting the fox back down to a sitting the position the lion sat diamond style across from him.
"Turn around." The lion demanded, and Fay did as he was told, some what embarrassed by having his rear end exposed that way to the lion.
With out any warning the lion's hands grabbed the fox's ass spreading his checks apart as he lapped at the fox's pink pucker. The tongue tracing every inch of flesh between the checks. The fox moaned loudly and gripped into the sheets as his head dropped from the sheer excitement of the sensation the lion was giving him. Fay began to push back into the lion as the lion's tongue began to probe deeper into the fox. Fay screamed in pleasure.
"Come here foxy!" roared Koda.
Fay turned around and crawled over to Koda and they broke into another passionate kiss. Koda still sitting guided Fay to straddle over his lap. They broke the kiss as Koda placed his hands on Fay's hips and slowly began to lower him on to his dick. Koda's cock spreads Fay apart as he lowered Fay down. Fay quivered in pleasure as his hungry hole takes Koda's thick cock into him. Koda wraps his arms around Fay as he once again arches his back from the pleasure, this time his head reaches the bed in an incredibly sensual sight. The lion's dick vanishes from view as it is rooted within the fox. Slowly Fay begins to rise up off the bed before impaling himself back down on Koda's thick dick. Koda moans out in ecstasy as a rhythm of thrusting begins to take place. The two moan and writhe against each other as Fay begins to grind his hips with the thrusting and Koda bites down onto his neck. The penetration becomes erratic as Koda lifts himself up and lays Fay down on the bed. Fay wraps his legs around Koda and angles himself to give Koda's cock more access to his tailhole. Koda begins to truly piston Fay as he madly thrusts into him Fay's moans of pleasure reverberate through the room. The two kiss each other against the thrusts of Koda's burning hot dick. Fay's eyes flutter open and as they do Koda cant help but gaze into them, this pushes Koda over the edge.
"FUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!" The tremendous roar can be heard throughout the building.
Thick ropey shots off cum flood Fay's ass as his dick pulses with in him. The pulsing cause Fay to lose control and he shoots fox cum all over the two of their faces and passes out.
Fay wakes up to a bright day. The windows are letting in unfiltered sunlight, he remembers the activities of last night and notices that he is fresh and clean and in a large white button up shirt. He takes time to look at the surroundings his was all too eager to bypass the night before. Its bright, mostly white and natural light wood colors, pulling a lot of natural sunlight in the room. He pads out to the kitchen only to be greeted with the backside of the lion he so formally met, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs showing off the lion's ass, making a vegan breakfast and brewing a fresh pot of coffee. He leans against the door frame of the bed room and traces the buttons of the shirt to the side of his chin as he takes in the sight.
He hears the fox giggle. Koda turns around to see a bashful, beautiful fox standing in the door way of his bedroom watching him make breakfast. The adorable fox looks elegant and yet cute in his white shirt, covering everything but a tiny portion of his lower rump. He shakes his head as he refocuses on the fox's face staring deeply into the deep blue pools, when suddenly there's a knock on the door.
Opening the door, bringing both into view of the teenage wolf bell hop, Koda greets him. "Can I help you?" "Uhh." He doesn't answer as he stares down at the lion package. "Up here champ." "Oh right um I have to...." He seems lost again as he takes in the sight of Fay behind Koda. Fay waves genuinely and smiles, turning towards the kitchen to grab a mug out of the cupboard, as he reaches; the shirt reveals a wonderful glimpse of his rump.
"........" Koda forgets the bell hop and takes in the sight of the fox with the young wolf. "Eh hem what are you here for?" "Oh right um I'm just delivering this letter from the manager." "Oh...kay..? What's it about?" "Um you're being fined, next time you guys are gonna have to keep it down." He says, his cheeks growing a deep crimson color. "That's all um good babe, I mean good bye." Turning quickly the wolf stumbles as he bolts down the hall. "Next time? You wanna have a next time, sometime?" Asks Koda The blue eyes fix on the lion, as Fay hands him a cup of coffee. "Love to; I work at four, think we could squeeze a "next time" in before that?" "Yeah as long as tomorrow I can take you out to eat and a movie." "Sounds like a plan." Fay says grinning as he drops his head blushing. Koda grins happily back at the fox as they both drink their coffee taking in the view of each other.
The End. :P
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The Cerebral Corporate Cortex by sonious
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A government agent goes on a mission of espionage into a corporation that is suspected of using mind control and hypnosis to co-opt customers and workers. Will Agent Herring, the skunk, be able to successfully expose the corporations schemes or will he also be lost in the cortex? Entry into hypnosis
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"Espionage",
"Hypnosis",
"Mind Control",
"Mouse",
"Skunk",
"Snake",
"spy"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464594-the-cerebral-corporate-cortex
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The squeak of a turning faucet brought to end the warm comforting waterfall of the shower. The skunk let out a bit of a sigh, leaving the comfort provided by the cleansing waters was never easy. He knew it could never last forever though, especially not with his job where he injected himself into the world of filth and villainy on a daily basis.
Tonight especially, he was sure he'd be needing another shower soon afterwards as his employer, simply known as "The Agency" had uncovered a major lead implicating the CEO of a mental help clinic called "Mental Mending Inc." has been doing more than just helping the psychologically troubled, but instead has started to use his hypnotic abilities to corner the market. Doing so they not only created a fanatical client base, but also freeing the company of labor costs by enslaving the workers.
One would think that such a growing operation would have been easily detected by the government, or some other source of power. However every time an outsider had gone to inspect for suspicious activity, there was no protest or note of what was really going on in there. Obviously, it is under suspicion that they were mentally coerced.
The skunk put on his jacket as he stepped out the door of his well furbished abode, making his way down past the lobby and heading to his vehicle. As he pulled his keys from his jacket pocket a voice came from the shadows.
"Agent Herring, I presume." it called out causing the skunk to spin away from his vehicle, noting a silhouette by the nearby pillar, a trail of smoke coming from a cigarette lit in the mouth of the stranger.
His codename was always strange, but then again most of them were. Usually never correlating with the species they actually were. The skunk not knowing who this individual was or how they knew his code name left him a bit on edge. He reached for a concealed weapon gripping it in his paw, the cold handle of the metallic device giving some assurance.
"Excuse me?" the skunk's voice remained calm, someone in his line of work had to at least appear to always be in control of the situation; as strange or dangerous as it seemed. "I am afraid you are mistaken."
A puff of smoke arose from the pillar as the shadowy form moved closer, but never revealed itself to the light. "I am not, you are mistaken if you feel you can deceive me... for I have been deceived, time and time again. I have had to deceive, time and time again. You see, agent, I know you are about to infiltrate the Mental Mending Inc. facility at the heart of downtown. I know because I worked there, I know what you are about to walk into, and I know that you are not prepared for what awaits you."
The skunk's dark paw never left his concealed firearm, he sneered a bit. "So what, are you some messenger come to warn me? Or come to control me? I am afraid that you will not succeed, if you pull anything I will kill you."
"You misconceive my intentions agent, I wish to help you... as it would help me. You see, I wanted to make the world a better place, to make people live more stress free lives. That's why I became an employee there. But over the years, I've seen what their manipulation has done. They provide mental easement to those who can afford it, and cause anguish and fear in those that cannot. They have become a company fueled by greed, and in that effect cause more anguish than they alleviate." The figure turns to face the agent's general direction letting out another puff of smoke. "If you go as you are, you will fail as those before you. However, I have a device that will protect you."
A blue gem shimmers as the mysterious stranger pulls a sort of jeweled necklace from his pocket. "Take this. This will help you keep your mind should it attempt to be taken by your enemy."
The skunk looked upon the device for a moment, a pink paw holding it before him, he could not see anything past the creature's wrist even though the gem seemed to generate its own kind of light. The agent reached and grabbed the device with his off hand and looked down on it, the glow of the gem reflecting off his iris, almost blinding him as his pupils readjusted.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked before looking back up for the stranger. But his words struck merely upon the air around him as there was no longer anyone else with him. The jewel in his hand being the only object reminiscent of the encounter.
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He had arrived at the facility in good time. The sleek engineering of the building designed like a technological temple. For a clinic the building was surely an impressive site. A serene and well maintained park lining the front with comfortable looking benches. The flush green flowing into the concrete shore of a perimeter walkway which surrounded a cool steel colored structure that stood about three floors tall, the glass windows spotlessly reflecting the late afternoon sun in manner which would be blinding if looked directly upon.
Agent Herring stood in an abandoned and decrepit building across the street, raising a pair of binoculars to his eyes.
"I'm here." he spoke into an earpiece.
"Good, do you see the access way in the roof that we went over in briefing?" replied a voice on the other end of the line.
"Affirmative." the skunk looked down upon a schematic he had rolled out on the disheveled wooden floor. "As long as the source of this document is as reliable as you claim, the vent should take me straight into the CEO's main office, right?"
"Our sources are reliable. All we need you to do is to get a copy of Nahgah Swanson's hard drive and retrieve all the information and bring it back to headquarters."
The agent's mind went to his prior briefings. Nahgah Swanson was the full name of the current CEO of Minds Menders Inc. A rather large and well structured creature, he was named CorproWatch's most fit CEO of the year for three years running. Though, once again, information pertaining to him gathered by witnesses were always highly suspect to the agency. He was rather large at six foot four, scales of jade, eyes of emerald, and was rumored to be quite a charmer to the public. Well liked by friends, but highly feared by enemies the naga was rumored to have a very two faced personality. His seemingly genuine empathy transforming into aggression at the moment of threat.
Clearly, the agent knew that he had to proceed with the utmost of caution as he took up the schematics and plans. He turned to a heavily dented and charred metallic barrel a previous unlawful resident of the condemned building used as a heat source and used it himself to torch the plans. A customary action to keep the dealings of the agency from being discovered should anything backfire.
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It was almost surprising to Agent Herring how easy this mission was so far. The vents were rather spacious for what they were intended for. Crawling about in ducts was part of his job description, and knowing the limits on where he could go without getting horribly stuck. However, he felt as if he could fit two of himself in here and still barely be able to make his way through.
He had passed above what appeared to be a lab. A grate opening looked down from high up in the ceiling. Below were creatures in lab coats moving about, working on some sort of chemical compounds. It looked like some sort of drug producing facility.
As he was taking photos from his hidden position a loose bolt from the grate cover began to slide out. Eventually it fell loose and the skunk's heart sank as he watched it descend and hit an empty glass beaker resting on a table. There was a loud crash as the impact caused the item to tip over and roll off the table and fall to the floor.
The skunk slid back as the sound had rung throughout the room. He tried to keep into the shadows should anyone come peering up at him. However, the strangest thing had occurred. There was hardly any reaction from the lab technicians at all, the ones working on neighboring tables just went about their tasks, uninterested in the shattered glass that now lay upon the floor.
He just sat there and waited to see if anything would happen at all, or if someone was going to stumble upon it, see it, maybe even step on it. However it continued to be ignored. Zooming his camera in upon the creatures of the lab the skunk noted they looked spacy. As if they were wandering about early morning before having their cup of coffee.
There was a crunch as the large shoe of a rabbit technician stepped upon the shattered remains of the beaker. Surely the skunk expected for the scientist to stop what he was doing and take note of this change in their environment, but he kept going, toward his destination.
The behavior was most certainly strange, but it was not his main objective, it most certainly looked as if they were mindless on anything but the tasks of their work. Perhaps, he too should get back to what he was supposed to be doing.
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It seemed that the vents were almost designed for him to traverse to his objective. Agent Herring now could see into the CEO's main room. A throne room if he ever saw one. A lavish mahogany desk with a stylish mainframe setting upon it. His mission was to gather evidence off of that computer so that could be used to incriminate the snake for his ill-gotten gains.
But how he was going to do it that was another---
"Sir, sir!" a voice cut through his thoughts. A meek looking mouse, albino in coloration entered the room causing the CEO to jump in his chair a bit. There was a strange sense of familiarity with the voice, but Agent Herring shook it off as he continued to watch.
With a hiss and glance Nahgah looked to his lackey. "I told you not to interupt me while I'm working squirt!"
"I'm sorry sir, but we have a situation in the labs that needs to be looked into." when the mouse announced that the skunk spy felt his heart pound a bit, that must have been the spill he caused.
With a bit of an agitated grumbling the large snake rose from his desk and slithered for the door. "Must I do everything myself? You'd think with brainwashed workers they wouldn't be so prone to error!" his sputtering could be heard as he left the room.
This was his opportunity! The skunk quickly unhinged the vent near the ceiling and tied a line to the vent; clipping himself to it. He slid down swiftly before unhinging himself and then running up to the desk. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a computer leaching device sticking it upon the mainframe. Herring held his breath as he watched the bar upon the information device fill up, copying all the data on the computer. He hoped there wasn't too much information, though that wish was not granted as minutes went by. The skunk stayed low as he he watched the data fill up. It was torture as it got closer and closer but seemed to slow as it reached higher percentages.
"Come on, come on, come ----" the skunk coaxed under his breath before he was suddenly cut off by a coil around his throat choking off his words as he was thrown away from the machine and desk and pinned into the wall by the strong snake. His paws instinctively went up to pull at the strong reptilian muscle.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my officcce?" the serpent bellowed as he glared at him dangerously. The agent felt his air in short supply as the coil pushed his throat against the wall. The tail of the skunk agent fluffed up, he was about to spray his foul musk into the air to get his attacker to gag, but his eyes found themselves locked into the piercing jade of the serpent's eyes.
A voice swims in the agent's head as the serpent grins, the emerald eyes sparkling and reflecting off of the interlopers own helpless irises. "I guess you really wanted to work for me didn't you? Bringing peace of mind to those who can afford it...?" the skunk gave a nod as his tail started to relax. "That's it, you're only wisssh wasss to work for me. For my company. To be at peeeace. Why struggle? Struggle causes pain. You don't want pain, you want peeeeace." the words bounced about his mind the skunk's tail hanging loosely and his paws lowering from the grip on the coils at his throat. Giving up his struggle.
The albino mouse was also in the room, having returned with his boss. He held up a card he had found on the floor. The card was of an odd reflective material but had an image of the skunk on it along with some type of code. "Not really boss, he's from a government agency. Probably to spy on us." he squeaks, cutting through the inception.
Nahgah was agitated by the interruption, his jade eyes breaking from their target as he looks to his lacky. "Don't you think I know that you pip-squeak?"
With the inductive trance interrupted the weary minded skunk felt his hand trace into his jacket and grip upon the medallion he had been given in the parking lot when he left his apartment. His paw felt numb as if it were suffering from a form of carpal tunnel as his mind was buzzed. However it was now or never. He gripped as hard as he could the medallion and pulled it from his jacket just as the jade eyes turned back to target him.
When the serpents eyes fell upon the jewelry he suddenly jolted back, "It can't be!" he exclaimed as the scaled coil dropped the agent to the floor, but the skunk held the item high gasping with new found blessed breath. Nahgah's tried to move his eyes from the cool blue light as it swam forth and locked him in its grasp. His jade eyes dilated as the aura swam into him and then pulled out a green essence from the snake before entrapping it into the pennant.
The CEO froze in place, his emerald eyes replaced with the deep blue hue of the artifact that the skunk held in his paw. The agent stood up and took panting breaths as his mind started to recollect its own thoughts causing a slight stumble as he garnered his footing, looking to the snake standing with his mouth agape his tongue hanging out, eyes completely blue.
After a moment of silence the mouse lackey suddenly sounded off in jubilation, running up to the skunk and giving him a hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Oh you have freed us all! That jewel has trapped his power and freed us all! But we must destroy the medallion to end this." the rodent puts his pink paw on the agent's shoulder. "Only I know how to end it, your job is over agent, just hand me the pendent and I'll put an end to this."
The skunk felt something odd of this, he had questions. Like how did this rodent know how to use this artifact? Why couldn't get just destroy it himself? But these hesitation were ignored by his body as he simply handed the jewel over to the mouse, it was what he was supposed to do. He wasn't supposed to question it.
The meek mouse gripped the medallion in his pink paws, and as soon as it was secured he started to change in demeanor. He cackled light before bursting into a maniacal laughter. "Oh this was oh so easy Agent Herring, thank you so much for being a loyal servant."
Confusion took hold, and fear, he had to take back the blue jewel from the mouse but he couldn't move. His body wouldn't allow him to attack this mouse. Why couldn't he? His heart pounded, why could he do nothing, he was but a mouse. He could easily suppress him physically!
The mouse grinned as he moved his paw under the skunk's chin and squeezed his cheeks like a little pet. "Oh, you seem so confused, you see, that old snake... he thought he was so smart..." he pranced over to the dazed snake. "Oh you thought you were so smart, running a company, running people's lives through their minds. Treating my species as your meal ticket, as if we were lesser creatures... but I showed you... you're just one big dumb animal aren't you? You're going to sign over your company to me aren't you?"
Within the mouse's paw the medallion glew and the snake gave a nod. "Yes.... you are now in control.... the company is yours."
Agent Herring now knew he had to stop this he moved forward toward the mouse, with new found vigor he drew his weapon. "Put the medallion down!"
The mouse didn't even break a sweat "Put down the firearm, agent, your work is done." his calm meek voice commanded.
A clank was heard as the weapon fell from the skunk's grip and hit the floor. There was a fear in the agent's heart. He was listening to this mouse? Why?
The lanky pale mouse grinned to the skunk. "You seem confused, since I have won with your help I suppose it's time I showed you the truth... you were working for me the whole time." the mouse grins lifting the medallion once again the skunk felt himself grow faint and visions of the past came into his mind.
---
The skunk saw himself back in the parking garage, where he had met that figure, but the past was revealed to be much different than he had first perceived.
"Agent Herring, I presume." a voice called out in the garage causing the skunk to spin away from his vehicle, noting a silhouette by the nearby pillar, a trail of smoke coming from a cigarette lit in the mouth of the stranger.
But the smoke wasn't unpleasant as he had recalled, in fact it smelled rather intoxicating, curious, wonderful. His hand at first went to his firearm as he recalled in the past but as the trails of smoke passed by his nostrils he felt a numbness in his mind, lowering his defensiveness.
"That's right, there's no need for violence, not around me, and if you work with me, there will never be need for violence again." the voice assured the agent.
"Excuse me?" the skunk stated, the same line as he recalled but with different context. "I'm afraid you're mistaken-- I have no desire to work with you."
The figure moved forward, recognizable as the meek looking mouse. Another line of smoke flowed over the skunk, the relaxation caused the agent's paw to let go of his firearm.
The albino rodent in his own pocket. "Look into this--"
The blue light of the medallion was piercing and the skunk felt his past being rewritten, and his understanding of the future shifting, the squeaky and meek voice of the mouse suddenly felt full of authority and control and the agent hung on every word.
"You must remain as an outside agent, an enemy of my boss, he cannot know you're working for me, you must not know you're working for me. You will only recall me as a shadow informant, all of your actions will seem spontaneous, but they all have purpose. If you do good, I will reveal this to you, you will be my right hand man in the new peaceful world, where all minds work as one. Not for greed of a corporation but for progress of everyone. You will now take this, and show it to my greedy boss, and then everyone will be free... free to serve for a better purpose. Not mindless servitude based upon species and economic status like Nahgah's power hungry game, but blissful freedom of thought for everyone.
"You are at peace and now, if you work with me that peace will belong to everyone."
The rodent hands the blue medallion to his new co-opted agent. "Use this, as I cannot against my boss he'll be too suspicious of me, you can catch him by surprise. But when I ask for it back, you will give it forth without hesitation."
"And then your work will be done."
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Companions Chapter 37 Addendum by Evoquus
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#39 of Companions - [Companions Chapter 37 Addendum] There seems to be some concern to the point of vitriol with regard to how I left things at the end of Chapter 37. My intention was to be subtle but not vague. To clear up any misunderstandings between now and when Chapter 38 arrives I offer this
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"Horse",
"Human",
"M/M",
"No-Yiff"
] |
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[Companions Chapter 37 Addendum]
There seems to be some concern to the point of vitriol with regard to how I left things at the end of Chapter 37. My intention was to be subtle but not vague. To clear up any misunderstandings between now and when Chapter 38 arrives I offer this in the interim.
WARNING! Plot Spoilers Ahead! If you have not read up to Chapter 37, then you may not want to proceed.
Spoiler 30. \* Spoiler 29. \* Spoiler 28. \* Spoiler 27. \* Spoiler 26. \* Spoiler 25. \* Spoiler 24. \* Spoiler 23. \* Spoiler 22. \* Spoiler 21. \* Spoiler 20. \* Spoiler 19. \* Spoiler 18. \* Spoiler 17. \* Spoiler 16. \* Spoiler 15. \* Spoiler 14. \* Spoiler 13. \* Spoiler 12. \* Spoiler 11. \* Spoiler 10. \* Spoiler 09. \* Spoiler 08. \* Spoiler 07. \* Spoiler 06. \* Spoiler 05. \* Spoiler 04. \* Spoiler 03. \* Spoiler 02. \* Spoiler 01.
First of all, let me assure you that Danny will be just fine. He is now the Primitive waking up inside of Pandora, but she is getting used to the idea, so she will not thwart his progress. The finger poking out of her hoof is supposed to indicate that Danny is well on his way to recovery. A couple more sessions with Fred should take care of that.
What should one naturally expect to be the outcome? This is what I would expect:
Once Danny is back, he will still retain Zhorelle's memories as well as his own. This is bound to cause some gender confusion. So, he will spend as much time as he can with Rovaun being his normal virtually gay self.
In addition, Danny has always had the hots for Shianna. So he will probably don his Pandora persona whenever doing her. The love triangle is solid, with Rovaun on top.
Hope that clears things up a bit.
\-Evoquus
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Chapter 2: Apparition by AzureFlameKite
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#1 of .Hack//Fracture - Apparition The large wolf dashed into the front door of the apartment, sliding across the hardwood floor. The door slammed shut behind him, the wall vibrating from the force. He dashed into the living room, taking a quick. The wolf lost his balance, slamming
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[
"Action",
"Bear",
"Kissing",
"M/M",
"Raccoon",
"Tiger",
"Wolf"
] |
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Apparition
The large wolf dashed into the front door of the apartment, sliding across the hardwood floor. The door slammed shut behind him, the wall vibrating from the force. He dashed into the living room, taking a quick. The wolf lost his balance, slamming into a large desk. The phone fell on his head and he muttered a curse, "Shit!" He rubbed his head and began regaining his bearings. He snatched the phone up and punched numbers in at a rapid rate of speed. His fingers blurred on the last few numbers, his form shaking with apprehension. The phone purred out mixed dial tones as he listened in great intensity. He rocked and bounced back in forth, biting on his claws. A tenor voice picked up the phone, "Moshi Moshi,"
He launched into hasty speech, all of his anticipation pouring out at once, "What the hell Miatsu Kun?! You where supposed to be online an hour ago. I've just been killing level 20 monsters on my own waiting for you ya know!"
Miatsu chuckled dryly, "Ha ha ha, I'm sorry Toruko. Tsuyo kun hasn't shown up yet and I'm getting kind of worried,"
Toruko rubbed his temples in frustration, "Look, Just get your ass in there as soon as possible."
Miatsu sat quiet for a while and asked, "Maybe you should take a break, you know...for a couple days."
Toruko nodded his head, "I can't believe you just said that Miatsu. You know as long as Aokouen is in there, I will never EVER give up...you got that?"
Miatsu was silent for a while, and then his tenor voice cut through the line, "I know, I'm sorry."
Toruko sighed, "Its fine. Just make sure you come in this time, I'm tired of being the only one in the Guild home."
The wolf on the other end answers, "Alright, I will... promise."
Toruko pushed the off button and put the phone back on the charger. He walked out of the living room and into a narrow hallway. He felt his bare paws slap across the cold hardwood floor. He made it to the end and pushed a small door open. The scent of blueberries was the first thing that caught his senses. His legs became lead as he walked into the room, his face lined in pain. He walked up to the large bunk bed and fell to his knees.
The bottom bunk was void of anything except a crease in the center of a pillow lying at the end of the bed. His own top bunk had been cluttered with hundreds of papers, books, and other useless trash. But Aokouen's bunk was always clean; it was always void of any error or flaw.
He bent down and smelled the comforter, then proceeded to bury his face in it. He wailed into the comforter, sobbing uncontrollably. He thumped his fist into the side of the bed in anger and contempt, but then stopped. He felt only pure fury set in; he raised his head and set his fiery eyes on the far desk. He walked up to the desk and stared at it, on its surface rested two headsets and two controllers.
He bent down and hesitated; he reached over and grabbed the one initialed A.K. He decided if he was going to find Aokouen, It would be with his headset alone. He snatched up the controller and flicked it on. The headset fit snuggly on his head, making it easier to keep on his face. He chuckled to himself when he remembered Aokouen and him fighting over who should get which headset. Now he was using Aokouen's. He flipped the headset on and it flashed white, slowly filling with color.
An automated voice flowed out of the headset, "Welcome to THE WORLD R:X"
He smiled lightly and signed in as his usual character, Toruko. He clicked submit and the screen flashed again, "Thank you and enjoy your stay in THE WORLD,"
He saw colors rapidly change, hues begin to grow and multiply in size. Everything around him spun and zigzagged left and right, then suddenly...everything stopped. He stared into the open air, unsure of his first move. The capital was bustling as usual, people chatting with friends, players trading in the market, even younger children ran by holding the strangest of rare items. He loved how the world could change its rating from E to M depending on the filter put in any individual headset. Children usually got the Safety headset, which allowed them to get the full experience of the game, without swearing or blood and gore. A teenager's headset allowed them to get mild swearing and some gore, but an adult headset always has a gore and intense language setting. This made THE WORLD accessible to anyone of any age. He saw adults, children, even seniors playing THE WORLD.
He walked past other players, hands jammed in his pockets. He scanned the town square eyeing people as they past by. He stopped suddenly at the site of a young Dual Edge sitting on a nearby bench. He reminded him of Aokouen so much, the Devil May Care look on his face, his nonchalant slouch. His whole demeanor screamed Aokouen, but this man was not Aokouen. He was taller and bulkier, he was muscular yet slightly chubby, but most of all, he was a bear. Toruko walked over to him and took a carefree pose, "So, you're the one who sent in the guild request aren't you?"
The bear looked up, scanning the White Adept Rogue up and down, "Yeah, why?"
He smiled wickedly, "Well, I'm the guild leader. I'm responsible for handling any requests that come in and out."
The Bear began to chuckle, "Ha ha ha. You're the guild leader? You?! Your only level 23!"
The wolf chuckled slightly with him, and then slammed a foot into his chest, "You listen to me smartass, its not always about the level. It takes real talent to do what I can and let me tell you. I've Pk'ed guys twice your level." He got closer to the bear and whispered in his ear, "So don't fuck with me....got it?"
The bear only stared wide eyed. He nodded lightly, his body in real life shaking slightly.
Toruko took his foot off the bear's chest and smiled, "I don't think you can join...not yet anyway."
The bear stuttered, "W-w-Why the hell not?!"
Toruko chuckled darkly, "Because.... You're pathetic," Toruko stalked away, waving a slight farewell, "Ciao,"
The bear started to steep in his growing fury. He picked himself up and walked hastily to the chaos gate, "Pathetic am I, little fucker. I'm gonna show him whose pathetic!"
He got up to the Chaos gate and thought for a moment, "Think I'll go try out the new field," he mutters slightly, his bass voice coming out gruff, " **?** Gatling armored Homefront,"
The chaos gate rattled and spun, gold rings passing over his able frame. The scene changed much more rapidly then logging on did, it just flashed from one area to the next. He stared out into the open field. He could see broken down war machines and futuristic devices scattered across the ground. Turrets littered trenches and towers lined the horizons, along with a large snow covered stone wall. He jumped down from the chaos gate, landing by a tree and scanning the battlefield.
The young Adept rogue raised his Twin blades up, scanning the open field. A large mech like creature cut its way through a steel wall, charging towards the wolf with incredible speed. He stared at the level thirty monster and cackled, "Bring it!"
The monster leapt into the air, coming down on the Adept rogue. He flipped to the side, dodging the blow, causing the Monsters blade to become buried in the ground. The Adept Rogue dashed forward, cartwheeling across the ground. He had turned himself into a spinning deathwheel. He slammed into the monster, cutting of one of his legs. It stumbled, crashing to the ground.
Even though the Adept Rogue was nowhere near the level required to kill it, he had successfully outsmarted and crippled it. He reached behind his back and pulled out a long Katana, he walked up to the monster and began slashing at it while it was down. It thrashed about, screaming in agony. He continued to slash wildly, draining its health a little at a time. Once it reached desired half heath, the Adept Rogue pulled a bomb out of his pocket. He laid it next to the monster and dashed out. The mech began to thrash about, trying to get into a standing position.
Intead that only made it worse, the monster hit the motion sensor and was blown to bits. The explosion caused the ground to shake and tremble, smoke rising high into the air. A fiery plume could be seen from the bear, standing no more then a few yards away. He couldn't believe what he just saw, a level 15 Adept Rogue take down a level 30 monster. The Adept Rogue stared at the bear from a distance and then dashed at him.
He felt fear well up inside his chest, he was certain this guy was gonna PK his ass. He pulled out his Dual blades and stood at the ready, but an unearthly howl caught his ears. He turned his head and noted that a whole pack of iron clad dogs where rushing towards him at a ridiculous rate of speed. They where running on all fours, growling and snarling ferally. The Adept rogue crashed into the bear, knocking him onto the ground. He raised his left arm and yelled, "DATA DRAIN!" A small stream of light came screaming out of his open palm, it enveloped the dogs, turning them into useless data. He watched the golden orb in the distance grow; enveloping everything it came into contact with. Once it had dissipated, a large crater was created in the ground
Suddenly, the ground started vibrating, and the horizon became dotted with more dogs and Mechs. The White Adept rogue became angry, "The fuck with this, lets get the hell out of here!" He helps the bear up and they dash towards the chaos gate.
The bear looks at the Adept Rogue and asks, "Have we met before?!"
The Adept Rogue huffs, as if getting tired, "Not sure I have!"
The Dogs ran forward, nipping at the bear's heels. The bear begins to panic, "Ah Shit!!! We're so fucking screwed!"
The Adept Rogue huffs more, but He's still slightly faster then the Dual edge, "C'mon man, speed it up a little!"
The Dual Edge complains, "I'm trying!!"
The Dogs Continue to nip at his heels, arduously making their way forward. The bear yells out, "This is fucking stupid!"
The Chaos gate comes into view and the Adept rogue grabs the bear's hand, leaping into the air. The Adept Rogue touches the gate and yells, "Aqua Capital Mac Anu!" the area changes, turning back into the beautiful spacious town. The Adept Rogue falls on the ground, his body covered in sweat. He gasps for air, his body trembling.
The bear stares at him and asks, "Are you really sweating?"
The Adept Rogue lies, "It's an expansion pack,"
The bear crosses his arms, sitting on the stone ground, "I see," he looked down at the Adept Rogue and realized where he had seen him before, "Hey, I know who you are, I saw you walking around here earlier. You where the prick who wouldn't let me join your guild!"
The Adept Rogue sat up, his eyes filled with surprise, "There was a guy walking around here who looked like me?!"
The Dual Edge was taken aback, "Uhhh....yeah, I thought it was you?"
The wolf's surprised look died down to a smoldered distemper. He eyed the ground in contempt, "Well he's not me that's for sure."
The bear looked at the Adept Rogue and put out a friendly paw, "'Names Zeke, you?"
The Wolf grinned widely, shaking his paw, "My name is Yugure,"
The bear looked at him, face lined in confusion, "So, do you live in Japan?"
Yugure looks at him and sits up, looking down at the ground, "...Somewhat,"
Zeke looks at him with sad eyes, "How 'bout I add you to my friends list?"
Yugure looks at him from the corner of his eye, "I'd like that,"
The bear smiled widely, "No problem,"
They exchanged information and sat quietly for a moment. He sighed and asked the bear a question, "Can you do me a favor?"
Zeke looked at the wolf with a small smile, "Sure, what is it?"
The Adept rogue looked at the Dual Edge with sad eyes. He pulled a small cross pendant from his pocket and gave it to the bear, "Could you give this to the man who looks like me? I'd much appreciate it,"
The Bear took the pendant and put it in his pocket, "Sure, but I have no idea where to begin looking."
Yugure chuckled, "Ha ha ha... That's no problem, I've got the guild location and the password,"
Zeke frowned, "Isn't that, against the rules or somthin'?"
Yugure pleaded, "Please, give this to him. I'm begging you,"
The Dual Edge muttered, "Alright alright, I'll do it," He looked at the wolf with a small blush on his face.
Yugure didn't notice, he got up and smiled, "Well, I'm off. I'll send you a pm with the information."
Zeke gave a peace sign, "Sounds cool, see ya,"
The White Adept Rogue went back to the Chaos gate and muttered another code. He was whisked away immediately, leaving the bear with a sense of longing. Not to much long later he got a pm from him, it had the guild information directly on it. He smiled, got up and wiped the rubble and dust off his characters clothes. Zeke read the pm carefully and stalked off, paws in his pockets.
A large muscular raccoon falls into a nearby chair, raking his fingers through his fur. He sighs and asks, "Why did you call us in here again, Toruko san?"
Toruko turned around, his face grave, "There's been some talk on the forums about a White Adept Rogue wandering forbidden and closed areas. He's even said to transport without a chaos gate."
A large Tiger stalks left and right, his tail thrashing about, "Big deal, it could be some sort of AI or an event of some sort,"
Toruko snaps, his words coming out with white hot intensity, "Maybe that is the case, Yuki. But its strange when this Adept Rogue resembles me is it not?!"
Yuki stops dead, Amaterasu leans forward, and Miatsu comes out from the back room, "Really, they've spotted Yugure kun?!!"
Yuki still denies this, "It could be anything, lets not jump to conclusions now."
Amaterasu speaks up, his coon voice growling with contempt, "Funny Yuki san. I remember how sure you where last time. When Yugure san was deleted! You said he just logged of, said he was probably taking a shower!!! You have no right to even be here, you don't even care about Yugure san!!"
Miatsu raised his voice, "Amaterasu, enough!"
The raccoon went silent, leaving the room with an empty feeling. Toruko spoke up again, "While unnecessary that was amaterasu, he has a point Yuki. Even if stated on a forum, you should never doubt what you read, especially if it's an online game."
The Admin bowed his head, scanning the ground. He muttered a soft apology, "I'm sorry,"
Miatsu spoke up, his voice demanding, "Are these sightings locations posted?"
Toruko nodded his head, "Unfortunately, they're not. The forums haven't had any updates on these apparitions."
Miatsu looks at Yuki and asks, "Well, what about CCcorp, have they got anything new on the condition of the body?"
Yuki looks at Miatsu sadly, but says nothing. Miatsu punches the wall and screams, "CCcorps isn't doing jack shit!!"
Amaterasu begins to tear up slightly in real life, the conversation becoming harder and harder for him to bear.
Miatsu ran back into the back room, slamming the door behind him. Toruko sighed, "Lets finish the conversation later. For now, no one leaves this Guild, do I make myself clear?"
Amaterasu goes into the back room as well, Yuki answers, "Yes sir, will do sir."
Amaterasu walks to Miatsu's shaking form and sits next to him. He looks into the Black Adept Rogues frightened eyes and asks, "Do you think Yugure san is okay?"
The Adept Rogue looks at his best friend and collapses into his chest, sobbing in real life. "I don't know Tsuyo kun, Its like...There's nothing I can do."
Amaterasu hugs him close, in real life and in game. He strokes the wolf's ears and smiles, "Hey, remember when that girl kept hitting on you in gym class?"
Miatsu looked up at the raccoon and chuckled, "Ha ha ha, wasn't that rare? Girls never hit on me."
Tsuyo commented further, "Why not, you're not bad looking at all,"
Miatsu sat up, "R-Really? S, so, what do you like about me then?"
Amaterasu didn't mean to unleash his feelings so suddenly, but they came forth like a flooded river, "Well, your dark blue eyes are amazing, you got the coolest smile, you can talk to anyone so easily without even trying, you're the best at baseball, you've got the coolest looking fur, and on top of that your martial arts skills are top notch. Even as a noob in THE WORLD you where still excellent at dodging and evading."
Miatsu flushed red, "You think that much of me?"
Tsuyo looked down at the wolf's blushing form and his face burned. He unintentionally made his darkest desire slip. Miatsu came close to the raccoon's muzzle, lips trembling in apprehension. Tsuyo just stared in shock, his body frozen. The wolf pressed his lips firmly to the raccoons, his tongue gently slipping inside his muzzle. Tsuyo felt it in real life, as well as saw it in game. The weight of his body, the scent of his fur, all of it was intoxicating.
Miatsu broke the kiss and blushed wildly. A big goofy grin broke over his face, "He he...That was amazing,"
Amaterasu smiled, hiding his aroused expression, "Uh, Y-yeah it was."
Miatsu lay down in the raccoons lap and drifted into a gentle sleep. Tsuyo began to stroke his back carefully, his hand rubbing warmth into him.
Zeke walked forward, the dark alley becoming more unappealing with every step he took. He made his way toward the chalk drawing in the ground and stared at it. It pointed towards a dead end, but he knew better. He walked over to the brick wall and muttered the password "Silent lord sleeping lion," The wall did nothing, so he did as Yugure instructed. He walked into the wall, the surface slipping past him. His eyes Widened as he saw a grand spiral staircase and marble columns. He walked forward, enamored by the architecture. He went up the spiral staircase slowly, taking in his surroundings. The blinding white, gold and the stunning black ran up thee course of the walls, making them appear eerily closer then they actually where.
He made it to the top of the stairs and chose the door to the far left. He swung it open with an audible thrust, "Hello?"
Toruko's ears perked up. He turned around, shocked expression on his face, "H, How did you get in here?!"
Yuki noticed the player and pulled on his left arm; as if to data drain him. The Dual Edge Flinched, "Wait, I was told to give you something!"
Toruko yelled accusingly, "So you broke into my guild to give it to me?!"
Miatsu and Amaterasu came running out of the back room, Miatsu hollered, "What the hell is going on in here?!"
Zeke frowned, tossing his hands up into the air, "Well isn't this great, I've got the whole guild on my ass!"
Yuki snarled, "Well what did you expect, a welcoming party?"
Amaterasu waved, "Hello" he put on a happy smile.
Miatsu remained expressionless, but not hostile.
Zeke sighed, "Look, do you want it or not?!"
Toruko snarled, his face registering contempt and severity, "If it can wait until we're done in here, then no I don't!"
Zeke turned around, looking back with a grimace on his face, "You guys are supposed to be Yugure's friends? All I see is a bunch of assholes,"
Toruko froze, "Yu-Yugure?"
Yuki became angry, "How the hell do you know yugure?!
Amaterasu was a little slow, still on the insult, "Hey, I was nice! Oh wait, did you say yugure?"
Miatsu begged, "You have something from Yugure kun?! Can I see it, please?!"
Zeke froze, his eyes still holding contempt, "I don't know. I think you've done enough as it is. You can all wait until tomorrow,"
Yuki hollered, "Give it to us, now!!"
Amaterasu punched Yuki in the face, "Shut up asshole!"
Toruko panicked, "No wait, please!!"
Miatsu walked forward, eyes weighed down with sadness. He looked at the bear and whimpered, "Please....please give it to us...please."
Zeke looked around, his heart became heavy with this young wolf's sorrow. He reached inside his pocket and held it out, "Fine...but I'm giving it to you, Since your leader there is so keen on treating me like shit."
Miatsu saw a small cross pendant fall into his paws. His eyes filled with tears in real life. He fell on his knees, rocking back and forth with the cross pendant held close to his face, "Thank you...Thank you so much."
Toruko walked forward, eyeing the bear accusingly, "Where did you get that pendant?"
Zeke turned his head away, eyes contrite, "No way in hell I'm telling you jack shit!"
Miatsu was still holding the cross close to himself, sobbing bitterly. Amaterasu walked over to Zeke and smiled, "Please tell me."
Zeke noted that he was the only other non-asshole in the guild. He smiled lightly, "Yugure gave it to me himself...Mind telling me what the big deal is?"
Toruko's eyes widened, "He gave it to you?! Himself?!"
The bear looked slightly unnerved now, "Uhm, yeah. He told me where you gouys where, the guild password, the immunity charm...everything. He wanted me to give this to you personally, but I didn't think you deserved it."
Toruko's voice raised, higher and more desperate, "Can you tell us where he is?!"
Zeke turned around, "I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. You've done enough,"
Toruko dashed forward, "Wait!"
Zeke turned around, his eyes filled with contempt, "What!"
Toruko stopped dead, then bowed his head in shame, "I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"
Zeke took another look at everyone's faces, Yuki had to hide his, turning his back so no one would see. He sighed and smiled, "Na, its cool... But I would like to know what the big deal is about Yugure,"
Toruko looked up, surprised expression on his face. He glanced over to Yuki and asked, "Yuki, do you think its okay to tell him about-,"
Yuki flipped, his answer contrite, "No, he's not authorized by CCcorps!"
Toruko growled, "Yuki, Yugure trusts him!!"
Yuki held his pride down, putting his friends over his job for the first time. He frowned, blushing slightly, "Alright, tell him."
Toruko looked at the bear and launched into hasty speech, "Three months ago, Yugure got into a bad accident."
Zeke looked confused, "Accident?"
Yuki took over, "Yugure is part of a special case called the Twilight effect. It's a select few who succumb to a cryogenic like sleep while playing THE WORLD,"
Zeke looked confused still, "Cryo what?"
Toruko clarified things, "Yugure is in a coma. He's staying at a hospital owned by CCcorps,"
Zeke was now completely unmovable, He stuttered, "T-then-then how i-i-is he still playing?"
Toruko looks grave, his face lined in pain, "I don't know...that's what we're trying to find out. CCcorps is allowing us to investigate this, giving us funds and supplies....After all, Yugure isn't the only one in a coma. Countless hundreds are resting in CCcorp's hospitals, conscious's trapped inside the game."
Zeke looked pale now, "So, Is that why you didn't let me join before?"
Toruko looked pale as well, "Yes, that's the exact reason,"
The bear got defensive, "Your doing the opposite of what you really should do! You're supposed to find more members to strengthen your cause! "
The bear walks over to the wolf and stretches out his paw, slightly cuffed. Toruko eyes this paw in his face, but does the same. He cups his paw together with his and answers, "You're right,"
Amaterasu came over, patting the bear on the shoulder, "Welcome to the guild err....Zeke," he said, reading the bears information. Miatsu was done crying, however, he wrapped his arms around the bears wide neck, holding him close, "He he. Cool, a new face,"
Zeke looked over at Yuki, who smiled and nodded. Zeke smiled back, blushing slightly.
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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Fourteenth Entry by Gideon Kalve Jarvis
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#14 of Pathfinding-CYOA Not really enough votes, if I'm reading them right, for an early post, but I'm thinking I might just post twice a week, regardless of the number of votes that tally in. Most of this entry is devoted to a cutscene to the Warlord and what she's been up to. It ends by refocusing
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"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"F/F",
"Fox",
"Gangbang",
"Gnoll",
"Goat",
"Hermaphrodite",
"Human",
"Hyena",
"Impregnation",
"M/F",
"NC",
"Orgy",
"Rabbit",
"Rape",
"War",
"Wolf",
"h/f"
] |
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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure
Fourteenth Entry
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
**Vote Tallies**
A - 0
B - 20
C - 6
Additional Votes:
\* Breed Ryg - 4
\* More information from the High Alpha about current events - 2
\* Have Leta stay with the Blue Feather as a liason - 1
\* Information on the state of the North - 2
\* Get a cart - 1 - the party can take one from the slavers...if they win
\* More opportunities for non-consensual sex (especially for Rufus) - 1
\* Cutscene to how the girls are doing with Hasten Term and their new babies - 1
\* Bring Rael with us - 2
\* Species to meet and mate - sheep, sheep-dogs, bunnies, cats, horses, cows, chickens, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Humans, Felines, Hounds, Badgers, Otters, Ferrets, Hares, Mice, Moles, Shrews, satyrs, skunks, squirrels
**Author Notes**
Because we are going slow-and-sneaky, we only have a 20% chance of encountering anything...and of course I promptly roll a natural 1. Random encounter!
**Pathfinding Fourteenth Entry**
It was a fine thing, being the Warlord. Some people might just call her *a* warlord, but they'd be wrong. No, she was *the* Warlord, a title that needed no name, for the title was far more important than any name could ever be. She'd had a name, long, long ago, but nobody really cared about it. Nobody really cared about the past of someone like her at all, and why should they: it wasn't important. What was important was the present, and in the present, she was the Warlord, and before her, all of Summer Country would fall. After she'd dominated that continent, well, who knew? The sky, as they say, was the limit.
Reclining on her throne of flesh, the red dragoness with the black-scaled underbelly smiled as she watched her minions dragging a line of sobbing women toward her, the wives and daughters of the nobles that had been lording over the little dominion she'd recently conquered, a castle she'd put to the torch earlier that day. While healthy peasant girls were fun to toy with, the Warlord made a point of keeping her attentions only on the highest aristocracy of the lands she conquered. This wasn't out of any sense of class consciousness, of course, for the Warlord was perfectly happy to let her minions enjoy the peasantry as spoils of war, and her army already boasted a long train of swellbellied slaves forced to march behind the vanguard until they were ready to drop. No, the Warlord simply saved the nobility for her personal use, not only out of a perverse delight in defiling such high-born pussies, but also because she had every intention of spreading her seed among those with the right to rule, all the better to ensure her reign for years to come, and for generations long after she'd gone the way of all the world.
Admiring the blonde and busty woman at the front of the line, trailed by an almost equally busty blonde older daughter, and a petite younger daughter, all of them paraded naked before her army to better humiliate them and break their spirits, the Warlord squeezed and then caressed the right arm of her throne of flesh, smirking as she heard her armrest moan. She soon turned that moan into a loud *gasp* as she squeezed the smooth-bottomed boy's balls, then made her living armrest give a high-pitched cry as she squeezed the tip of her talon into his anus. Her right armrest was the son of the lord she'd slain, and the noble woman even now being forced to walk toward her for judgement. That, of course, was why it was called her throne of flesh: it was composed of the still-living bodies of the most handsome males she'd taken in her acts of conquest, bound to a padded frame to ensure they stayed in position while she enjoyed their soft bodies beneath her warm scales. Her right armrest was the newest addition, of course, and as she cruelly twisted her talon in the boy's virgin bottom, grinning wickedly at how easy it was to make him squirm beneath her resting elbow, she delighted in the fun she'd have deflowering him later, after she'd had her way with his mother and sisters.
Speaking of which...mmm, very nice indeed. The Warlord admired the shapely blonde woman and her two blonde daughters as they were forced to their knees before her, the great red dragoness nearly drooling as her immense, black-shafted and heavily-ridged penis quickly began to swell, becoming engorged with blood. The mother was defiant, of course, like any proper, strong-willed noble's wife should be, and so was her youngest, a precocious little teen if ever there was one. The older daughter, though, was fearful, her lovely breasts heaving in her fright as she looked around her at the slavering monsters hooting and jeering at her, and then at the living throne on which the Warlord sat...and then in near terror at the Warlord herself, shaking her head as though she could simply deny what she was seeing with her own eyes.
"That will be enough," the Warlord said in sultry, bored-sounding tones as she waved a talon before her, cutting of the angry tirade of the noble woman kneeling before her. "I have your lives in my claws, and you should know by my reputation that I am not the sort to show mercy." She flicked out her tongue, tasting the sweetness of the humans' fear, and their horror as they involuntarily fixed their eyes on her proud, glistening black member. Deliberately, the Warlord flexed her hips slightly, making her cock bob, which drew a fearful sob from the older daughter, and as a drop of thick, milky precum fell to the ground at the Warlord's feet, the confidence of the noblewoman began to fail, as did even that of her younger daughter, the rising realization of what fate had in store for them reflected in their eyes.
"Please, spare us!" begged the older daughter, breaking suddenly as she fell forward, prostrating herself before the throne of flesh. "Why are you doing this? We've done you no wrong..."
The older girl's words suddenly cut off with a *gasp* of her own as the Warlord reached forward, taking her time as she almost gently caressed the human's upturned bottom, then squeezed it, sinking a finger into the folds of the girl's virgin pussy. A little spark of magic passed between the Warlord and the girl, and soon those folds began to quickly moisten, even as the Warlord easily pulled the suddenly squirming teen into her lap, her strength vastly beyond anything a mere human could begin to imagine.
"Because I can, my dear," said the Warlord sweetly, before licking the girl's cheek with her forked tongue. "You're a lucky one, though - I intend to keep you for myself. I'm afraid I can't say the same for your mother and little sister, though: I still see defiance in their eyes. The best cure for that," and at this, she met the eyes of her bestial chief lieutenant, a strange, hunched creature of immense size but indeterminate species, scales and fur and chitin mingling equally on his thick-muscled thews, then gave a slight nod, "is a few rounds with my personal guard. After they've been tamed a bit, then we shall see if they can be put to more gentle uses."
It was easy for the Warlord to ignore the cries of shock and fear as her goatmen surged to the fore (it was always the goatmen at the vanguard - they were the most horny bastards in her army), seizing the older noblewoman and dragging her into their midst before dropping her flat on her back, her large breasts jiggling, before, moments later, her youngest was thrust on top of her by their rough hands, pretty face forced against those full mounds. After all, the Warlord had far more interesting things to play with, as she let her powerful talons gently caress the delightful breasts of the noblegirl in her lap, the girl sharply intaking her breath, biting her lower lip as she felt sharp, obsidian claws pinch the very tips of her nipples. Her prize, of course, despite the distraction of having her body stroked by rough dragon hands, couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of so many horrible goatmen with stallion-sized cocks surrounding her mother and little sister, the two struggling human females held roughly in place by the brutish males as they closed in, obscuring the older daughter's view of their fates. She saw one muscled male rump suddenly tense and thrust downward, and heard a high-pitched scream that told her surely that her little sister's virginity had been taken by force, before that scream was suddenly muffled as a grinning goatman grabbed something beneath him and pushed himself forward. Her mother's lower-pitched voice soon joined the higher pitch of the younger daughter, and was similarly muffled as the grunting, panting, sweating males gathered in close, a dozen or more with rigid cocks forcefully seeking a hole to fill, flashes of pink skin in the cruel grip of powerful, shaggy hands the only hint of what was transpiring in the middle of that tight-pressed gangbang. Every so often one of them would step back to rest, his cock dripping copiously as it sagged, but almost immediately another male would step in to take the place of the one who'd bowed out for a breather, and even those males who were resting didn't take long before they grew hard once more, and were soon back into the fray.
Suddenly, the older daughter had her breath taken away as the Warlord's talon engulfed her lightly-furred cunny, fingers toying with her tense pink places with exquisite skill, until the girl's juices were dripping onto the dragoness' thigh. She couldn't hold back the sweet whine as she felt those clawtips pressing against her hymen, slowly stretching it with patience born of centuries of life.
"I choose my best troops for their stamina," the Warlord explained, before licking the trembling girl's cheek, and then lower, over the tops of her breasts, tasting her sweat. "They'll take your mother and sister for days if I let them, though I think I'll have them stop after a few hours; I don't want them permanently broken, after all. Don't worry about them having goat kids, though: I made sure they weren't ready for breeding before I ordered their doom. No, their first offspring will be mine, that I promise you...as will yours."
"Please..." gasped the poor girl, before any further words were cut off as the Warlord smoothly squeezed her sharp-clawed finger past the helpless maiden's hymen, twisting the digit in a circle to ensure the magic at work removed all of that final barrier of flesh.
"You, however," the Warlord continued with a wicked grin as she pulled her finger out and gripped the girl underneath both thighs, lifting her upward, positioning her over that proud, powerful black member with its many brutal-looking ridges, "you are *ripe*."
"No!" wailed the poor girl, struggling desperately against her bonds, against the powerful talons gripping her fast. "Not that! Not...ah! Ah! AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!"
The Warlord hissed in deep satisfaction as the human girl's virgin vulva parted before the slow upward onslaught of her mighty shaft, slick juices flowing down to thoroughly coat its length as she let her squirming captive sink by fingerlengths down, down, down, until she was resting on the dragoness' heavily-veined black balls.
"Now," growled the Warlord in her shapely victim's ear, while the doomed girl moaned piteously, her head slumping back against the full red-and-black breasts of the powerful shemale in utter defeat, "time to give your mother some grandbabies!"
With a will, the Warlord started to thrust her hips, her powerful arms pumping the poor girl at the same brutal rate, making her plump breasts jiggle and bounce, while the girl herself made a host of hot cries as she was cruelly raped through unwilling orgasm after orgasm. All around them, the air was filled with similar cries from the camp, as the many captives of the Warlord's vanguard, male and female, were raped into total submission. In a matter of a few short years, this region's inhabitants would be the Warlord's loyal subjects, for they would be the offspring of her army...and of herself.
Hissing in delight, the Warlord exulted in her noble-blooded victim's especially high-pitched wail as she felt the dragoness' potent seed spurting inside of her. With heightened draconic senses, the Warlord felt the moment when her sperm penetrated the single egg within the girl's fallopian tubes. No, that wasn't enough she quickly decided, and lightly tapped the girl's belly, just over her ovaries, with a talon, deftly shaking free several more eggs, hastening their development with her potent magic, then shuddering in delight as she felt them similarly gang-banged by thousands of sperm each, then violently penetrated, quickened by her raw, primal virility.
Lifting the limp human girl like a ragdoll, the Warlord laughed at the expression on her well-raped victim's face. Her comfort was of no concern to a cruel creature like the red-and-black dragoness, only the use to which she could be put. There were, of course, many uses for a fine noble wench like this one, as the girl slowly realized with dawning horror, her eyes widening once more as she looked down, seeing the tip of the Warlord's rigid member prodding her tense anus. Past the point of speaking, she could only mouth the word "no," while shaking her head, giving the Warlord the most piteous looks. That just made it even better, as the Warlord grit her teeth in a feral grin of triumph...and pushed her beautiful victim down on her hard dragoncock once more, exulting in the sweet, glorious cries the girl gave as she was taken once more, this time in her untouched bum. It would not be the last time, no, not by a far cry.
\*
Now that his group was smaller than it had been, Rufus' party moved quite a bit faster, even while they were working on staying silent and unseen. While Adel had been pretty good in the wilderness for a princess, the other girls were better off with the Blue Feather wolfen, at least for the job that lay ahead of Rufus and his stripped-down team. Cassidy ranged far ahead as the scout, a role for which the small, easily-overlooked tan rabbit was more than well-suited, while Rufus led from the front with Urta and Urtan by his side. At the rear were Ryg, who seemed to spend far more time admiring the rumps of the males in front of her than was really advisable in the wilderness (though how she could do this when she was blind, Rufus had no idea), and the sprightly Spark just a step or two before her, making sure the pale-furred shamaness didn't stumble over anything. In the middle were the other gnolls, One-Eye, Horse, Greymuzzle, and the twins, Rish and Rack, their senses alert as they crept through the forest as fast as Rufus dared to push them, not daring to go faster for fear of revealing their position. The team of eleven was a bit larger than Rufus would have liked, really, for both speed and stealth, but there would be fighting at the end of their journey, and so he didn't really want to go with any fewer than that. Actually, if he'd been able to pull in any other Blue Feather wolfen besides Ryg, Rufus would have just done without stealth entirely, but no, that hadn't been possible: the Blue Feather were mustering for war now, and that meant nobody was going anywhere, except on special assignments. That way, when newcomers arrived, they would see the massed might of the Blue Feather, an especially important need when other packs showed up, all the better to bolster their courage, and ensure the Blue Feather would stay at the center of all decisions made by the combined packs as a whole.
Overall, as the first day of travel came to a close, Rufus had to marvel at how ridiculously good time his near-dozen had made. For a brief moment, the grey-furred warrior considered pushing on through the night, but then decided against it, since there was too much opportunity for them to make mistakes in the dark, mistakes that could send them on the wrong trail, or, worse yet, alert their quarry to their approach. They'd stopped at a small homestead about halfway through the day, taking lunch while Spark made inquiries. The foxboy was remarkably good at making friends, even with curmudgeonly badgers, and soon it was revealed, sure enough, the badgerfolk that had made a home there had seen the slavers. The hermit had seen them raid a small caravan, too, some little group of nice-looking wagons that had obviously been intended to carry somebody important. As far as the badger knew, though, the slavers hadn't done any serious raiding beyond that - there's simply been no time from the moment they'd set up their primary base camp to the moment Rufus had set out to stop them in their tracks. If Rufus and his party kept up their current pace, Rufus figured that the slaver, Praxis, wouldn't get the chance, either. Not if he had anything to say about it.
As a cold camp was set up in the dark woods and jerky and hardtack were pulled out for a quick meal before bed, Cassidy hurried back into the midst of his party, his expression betraying the urgency of his message.
"There's someone close by!" he said in a loud whisper, loud enough to alert the entire camp without being heard beyond that. "Six of them. They're mostly human, I think, but there's an elf leading them, and one of them, a quick little figure I couldn't always see, had a tail. They've got the insignia of the Sisters of Glory on a lot of their gear, and they've got a ranger with them, some dark-skinned Matrakali girl. They're following our trail."
"Sisters of Glory, huh?" said Rufus with a smirk, not rising from where he'd settled in the roots of a tree. "That's a pretty militant group, sure, but they only hunt evil creatures." He shrugged, letting his eyes slowly close. "I don't think we qualify. If anything, we're probably on the same mission, and if they're good enough to track us, we could probably use their help."
"The coney kid's got a good reason to be worried," growled Urta as she got to her feet, curling her lip. "And so do the rest of us. If you hadn't noticed, chief, most of us here don't exactly qualify for the 'nice guys' list to a group of bigots like the Sisters of Glory."
Of course, Urta's experiences with an all-female band of holy crusaders would be quite different from Rufus' prior experiences, the hoary-furred wolfen realized, and rose swiftly to his feet, picking up his weapons and preparing his gear.
"Good thing we were playing it safe, and staying silent," he growled mostly to himself as he pulled on his armor, watching as the others geared up as well. "Otherwise we might never've noticed these she-hellions coming. What's our chances, Cassidy?"
"They're young," the rabbit reported. "But that's normal for a party of Sisters of Glory."
"Normal for most adventurers," snorted One-Eye with a nasty grin. "They make fun toys if you can catch 'em, but just 'cause they're young doesn't mean they can't kill you dead faster'n you can leer at 'em."
"They do look battle-hardened," Cassidy agreed. "And they've got *that* look about them. You can see it in their eyes: they're fanatics." He shuddered. "I don't know if we can talk them out of whatever they're planning if they decide we're the bad guys. They weren't stopping, either, while we were making camp - I think they plan on catching up to us in the night."
Rufus grunted at this news, then looked to the others, giving a short nod. At this sign, everyone gathered in close, knowing that battle was coming for them.
"Okay," he growled, keeping his voice low. "Here's what we're gonna do."
**Path Choices**
There is a chance of party death in this encounter. The Sisters of Glory adventuring party advancing upon us are young, but they are seasoned adventurers all the same, and while Rufus, Urta, and Urtan are strong combatants, Ryg has some significant magical ability, and Cassidy is a decent ranged combatant, the other gnolls are more shock and ambush troops than anything, and Spark isn't really that great in a fight. This puts us about equal to the opposing party in a fair fight.
A) Let's try talking to them first. After all, while some of our party might be...mortally questionable, our intentions right now are pretty good. Surely we can be allies rather than enemies. (30% and you may select another option in case this one fails; if you select only this option, I will assume you want a wholehearted diplomatic effort, and will increase the chance to 40% success, but the party will be flat-footed if it fails, and have a 45% chance of winning)
B) Sisters of Glory...great. Let's just book it. Sisters of Glory are the military wing of the celibate order of the Sisters of Radiance, and they're pretty hard-headed, to say the least. They especially like to smite evil first and detect evil second, so it's probably better if we just try to throw them off our trail, or, better yet, get them onto Praxis' trail instead. (70%, with option C occurring if this fails)
C) Might for might. Let's take these smooth-skins down, here and now. (50% and earns greater respect from the gnolls and whoever else might learn of the battle)
D) Ambush! They've got a skilled tracker, and a stealthy beastkin as well, but there's more of us here, and almost all of us are either natives of the area, or skilled in woodlore and stealth. Since we took it slower and stealthy, we've got some time to set up a nice surprise, complete with traps. (65%)
There are two additional choices:
1) Bring the badger. That badger hermit looked like a possible ally. If you want us to take on a new ally, indicate if you'd prefer the badgerfolk to be male or female. There is a 60% chance the badger agrees to join us, thanks to Spark's bardic and vulpine charisma.
2) Lethal or nonlethal? If we engage the approaching party without concern for their safety, we add 5% to our chances, but I will randomly determine which of them survive the conflict. On the other hand, if we choose to use nonlethal methods to take this all-female adventuring party alive (of which we have several), then we subtract 4% from our chances (down from 5% thanks to Ryg's presence - this option will improve by 1% each time we use it, succeed or fail), but all the girls will be taken captive on a success.
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SWAT KATS: THE MORNING AFTER by ulyferal
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Author's Note: A very short naughty piece based on a really cool sketch of Feral requested by a fan of mine from a fantastic artist on Fur Affinity named laviniarevolution5. It was suggested I write a piece on what might have happened to Feral, one drunken night. So here I am giving it a try. Hope
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"Anal",
"Explicit",
"Feline",
"Forced",
"M/M",
"SwatKats"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97870-swat-kats-the-morning-after
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Author's Note: A very short naughty piece based on a really cool sketch of Feral requested by a fan of mine from a fantastic artist on Fur Affinity named laviniarevolution5. It was suggested I write a piece on what might have happened to Feral, one drunken night. So here I am giving it a try. Hope you all like it! LOL Check my site on FA to see the pic, he's nude, seen from the rear with a new tattoo on his butt.
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Feral woke up Saturday morning with a hellacious headache, a sore tail hole and a painful butt cheek. He sat on his bed rubbing his temples to try and relieve the pounding but it didn't help so he staggered off to his bathroom to relieve himself and take some aspirin.
Returning to his bedroom, he found himself absentmindedly rubbing his butt. Frowning, he went over to the mirror on his closet door and tried to see what was causing the stinging pain.
"What the fuck?" He blurted loudly as he saw the brand new tattoo on his left cheek as well as dried semen on his fur under his tail.
He was understandably upset at the sight of something he couldn't recall having had done but it was what it said that made him flaming mad. The tattoo was just words but what they said was shocking, ‘THE SWAT KATS WERE HERE' in big bold letters of bright blue.
"What the Hell happened to me last night?" He said aloud, trying desperately to bring his memories into focus despite his aching head. His back end felt well used but he didn't feel like he had enjoyed the ride at all. He remembered going out to his favorite pub but nothing after that. How had he come in contact with those two then ended up in bed with the scent of sex all over him?
It had been a really bad day with reams of paperwork, an undeserved chewing out by Manx and to top the day off, Dark Kat decided to make the scene and trash Enforcer Headquarters. Apparently, he was fed up with their constant interference with his plans and since he couldn't find the SWAT Kats, the enforcers were the next on his hit list.
It was near sunset when he charged in with dozens of small, fleet little jets that were able to do a great deal of damage without the enforcers being able to take them out. It wasn't until the tower was a burning ruin and the flight line was pockmarked with mortar shell pits that the SWAT Kats finally managed to take the mini jets out.
The only good thing that had happened was Feral had been able to be a part of the smack down of Dark Kat's fear ship and taking the creep into custody.
That had made him feel real good but the hours of clean up and paperwork had spoiled it for him. Tired and too uptight to even attempt to sleep, Feral had decided to go out and have a couple of beers at his favorite hangout. Dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and his favorite enforcer t-shirt, he pulled on a pair of black loafers and his black leather jacket and went out.
Gibson's Pub had an Irish Pub like feel to it and was a favorite hangout for enforcers and other security types. Here the tired and dispirited defenders of the city came to drink, share war stories, play pool and have impromptu therapy sessions with their fellows.
It was crowded and noisy when Feral entered. The one thing he truly liked about this place was the unspoken agreement that rank was left at the door allowing those burdened with the responsibilities of leadership to be able to let down their guard a little and be just one of the guys for a few hours. The pub's warm feeling of camaraderie eased their souls before they went back out to fight once more.
The owner gave him a nod of recognition and brought him his favorite beer without being asked. Feral gave him a wane smile as he accepted the drink and made for a quiet corner. From there he could watch the pool games, listen to the conversation around him and drink in peace.
The constant buzz of voices and the thunk, drop of pool balls on the tables soothed his battered soul allowing him to let the tension ease from him slowly. Bits and pieces of the day's events drifted to his ears. The general consensus was, despite the mess their headquarters was in and the sad loss of many of their comrades, there was a feeling of celebration that the worst of their enemies was behind bars though there were comments about how they wished the creep would stay behind bars.
Feral had to wince at that. It was far too true that they couldn't keep these omegas in their cells longer than a few months...if that long. It was depressing. As he mused about ways to solve that particular problem, he continued to drink steadily.
Normally, he usually didn't drink so much that he was flat out drunk. He did have his reputation to uphold, but tonight he was tired, fed up, and depressed about the mess his headquarters was in and the fact he would have to fight city hall for the funds to do the repairs on Monday. That thought soured him even more.
Focused on his problems, Feral failed to note the door had opened and admitted a recognized and not so welcome pair of ex-enforcers. The pair kept a low profile, not calling attention to themselves, as they made for the bar and sat down on a pair of stools that had just been vacated.
Just as rank was left at the door so was any ostracization of ex-enforcers. There were those that felt the pair had been unfairly booted out and it was those enforcers that stood and made a protective half circle around the pair to shoot the breeze while unintentionally blocking them from the rest of the room.
Their friends couldn't help but notice how tired and worn the pair was tonight, which was puzzling since most knew they worked at the salvage yard and shouldn't be this exhausted. Of course, many didn't know the pair ran a garage and towing business and would have been angry and shocked to learn they were also a certain pair of vigilantes that were constantly pulling their tails out of the fire. Since they didn't know, the two toms were able to relax and enjoy the warmth of friendship.
After about an hour, some of their friends returned to other pursuits, leaving the two tom's alone to drink in peace. That was when one of the pair noticed the familiar face sitting against the wall watching a pool game and nudged his friend with his elbow.
"Look who's getting rather soused tonight." The burly tabby remarked.
"Humph! Yeah, well I'm not surprised. It's been a really shitty day for both of us." His companion said with a grunt.
"You ain't kidding." The tabby said with a snort.
The two drank and talked with others for another hour or so while watching the Commander continue to drink in the corner.
It was really late when the bar crowd began to thin out. The pair of ex-enforcers prepared to leave as well when they saw the Commander finally rise to do the same. It was obvious the huge tom had probably drank more than he normally would as he moved with the exaggerated carefulness of the thoroughly drunk.
Eyeing Feral's passage through the bar and the fact he never saw them even though he passed right past them, gave the bigger of the two a wicked idea.
"Jake, why don't we see our good friend gets home safely?" Chance suggested with a wicked grin as he began to follow the huge tom.
Jake jerked his head around to stare at Chance with a dumbfounded look. "What?"
"I have an absolutely, incredibly evil idea. Something that will make Feral never forget who is the best at keeping this city safe." Chance sniggered as he hurried to catch up with the Commander, a confused Jake trailed behind him.
Feral had stepped outside to the sidewalk and seemed to be waiting for something. Chance guessed he was taking a taxi home since there seemed to be no sign of his distinctive vehicle.
"Chance, what are you going to do?" Jake hissed softly so the huge tom wouldn't hear them.
"Just follow my lead, buddy." Chance said as he went up to Feral. "Hey, Commander, you look like you've overindulged a bit. Want us to give you a lift home?" He asked with fake politeness.
Feral turned to see who was addressing him and stared at the tabby owlishly. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said, surprised and angered, his words slurring a bit.
"Enjoying a night out just like you." The burly tom said innocently. "However, it seems you've enjoyed it bit more than us. Wouldn't look good for the Chief Enforcer to be seen drunk in public, sir."
"Leave me alone or I'll find a way to have you locked up." Feral growled flatly, his fists clenched at his side.
"Aww, come on sir. I only offered you a ride." Chance said holding up his paws.
"I don't need a ride.....piss off!" Feral snarled swaying a little on his feet.
Chance reached out as if he was helping to steady the Commander but in reality he crushed a small gas capsule in his fingers and held his breath. Feral, being mostly drunk, succumbed to the gas quickly.
Shocked, Jake barely managed to grab the tom as Chance caught Feral's other side to prevent the Commander from doing a face plant on the cement sidewalk.
"Great! What the hell do you think you are doing, Chance and what are we going to do with him now?" Jake hissed angrily.
"I saw something just down the way that will ensure Feral will never forget this night." Chance said smirking and pointing his chin toward a place just a couple of buildings down that was still open this late at night.
A blinking, garish sign said, ‘Jade's Tattoo Parlor'. Jake gaped at the sign then back at his partner in stunned realization.
"Oh no way!"
"Yes, way. Now come on and drag him over there." Chance said firmly.
The two managed to drag the unconscious dark tom over to the parlor. Claiming the tom to be a good friend of theirs who had passed out drunk and the trick they wanted to play on him, the tattoo parlor operator smirked in good humor and did as they asked.
While the tattoo operator did her work, the two toms noted Feral already had a tattoo.
"Will you look at that!" Jake snorted in amusement.
"Thinks highly of himself doesn't he? Wonder when he got that done?" Chance commented at the sight of an enforcer emblem on Feral's right butt cheek.
"Might have been another drunken night when he graduated from the academy." Jake mused.
"Wouldn't doubt it." Chance snorted in agreement.
Jake had a hard time containing his laughter after the work was done and he and Chance were lifting the heavy tom upright. Thanking the she-kat for her fine work and paying her with Feral's own money, they escorted the still unconscious Commander out of the shop and down the alley to their tow truck where they packed him onto the seat between them. His wallet had yielded his address so they drove him home.
They managed to wrestle the dark tom to his apartment without being seen, carrying him all the way in to his bedroom. They stripped his clothes off and dropped him nude face down on his bed. As Jake was about to pull a sheet over the unconscious form, Chance made a suggestion.
"Ya know, he's got a really fine ass there and that pair of tattoos look great on him. I think we should have a little more fun with him before we bid him goodnight," he said, a dark look of heated speculation in his eyes.
Jake eyed his friend quizzically. "Just what do you have in mind?" He asked narrowly.
Rather than answer, Chance proceeded to caress the butt on the bed for a moment, thoughtfully, before opening his pants and slipping them and his shoes off and leaving them on the floor. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Feral's back end upward so that the tom was on his knees.
Jake's eyes widened in shock as he watched Chance run his gradually hardening cock over Feral's tight furry butt, holding the tail out of the way.
It didn't take really long for the tabby to get hard as he anticipated taking his antagonist for a well deserved ride. Meanwhile Jake was becoming really excited watching his friend use Feral. He pulled his own hardening cock from his pants and kept his eyes on the hot action going on before him.
Chance groaned with pleasure as he got hot and hard. ‘Oh yes, this was going to be good!' He thought darkly. Rubbing some of his pre-come over his cock and Feral's tail hole, he prepared to pierce that hot channel in one thrust.
He growled excitedly as he plunged into that welcome heat. Feral groaned sleepily but didn't wake as his body responded a little from the stimulation, his cock getting a little hard. By now Jake was as hard as steel and he was panting and moaning as he stroked himself watching Chance ride Feral's body into the mattress.
After some ten minutes, Chance gave a wild cry and released his hot semen into the relaxed channel. When he was done, he pulled carefully out and grinned at his partner as he climbed off the bed.
"He's really hot when he's all relaxed like that. Makes me think he's been used before. Give it a try, buddy, you'll enjoy it." Chance said grinning wickedly as he got redressed.
Grinning eagerly, Jake took Chance's place behind Feral on the bed. Since the tom was already well lubricated, Jake wasted no time shoving his achingly hard cock into the dark tom. He moaned in pleasure as he rode the tom hard.
Feral growled and moaned in his sleep, shifting his hips a bit but not moving away or waking. Chance decided to add to the fun by sitting beside Feral and jacking the huge cock while Jake plowed the tom's butt. Just as Jake came howling and jetting his come into Feral which spilled out and covered the sheets, Chance brought Feral to a sleepy climax, the dark tom's own seed mixing with the cinnamon tom's . Panting and pleased, the smaller tom withdrew and patted the butt he'd just been in.
"Thanks for the excellent ride there Commander. You are one hot ass." Jake told the unconscious form, smirking.
"Goodnight, sleeping beauty!" Chance laughed as he wiped his paw on the sheet then pulled Feral into a more comfortable position before covering him with the bedding.
"Wonder how much of tonight he's going to remember?" Jake said, laughing too, while he set his clothes to right.
"Probably none of it and that will drive him crazy!" The tabby snickered as they left the apartment ensuring to lock the door on the way out.
Laughing their heads off, the pair headed home. This was one joke that was going to get lots of mileage for them in the humor department as well as satisfaction knowing they had taken their pleasure of the arrogant tom as well. Every time they saw him from now on they would laugh their heads off knowing what was under those tight enforcer pants.
For a long time afterward, Feral suffered sensations of guilt and fear about how he had somehow managed to fall into the paws of the SWAT Kats. He never did figure out what had happened that night and was very unhappy to endure the constant snickers the pair made whenever they saw him.
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Kings slutty boy by Wolfembody
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Hello fellow furs!!! ^\_^ i though i would do this because i was on yim with my friend and we rped this out so here you go!!! 18+ age please but there is nothing i can do to stop you so enjoy =D The king walked into the release room of the castle basically a room based around glory holes in the
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"Blowjob",
"Father",
"Incest",
"Lion",
"M/M",
"Son"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249668-kings-slutty-boy
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Hello fellow furs!!! ^\_^ i though i would do this because i was on yim with my friend and we rped this out so here you go!!!
18+ age please but there is nothing i can do to stop you so enjoy =D
The king walked into the release room of the castle basically a room based around glory holes in the wall; little did he know that his son was on the other side of the wall mainly because he was homosexual yet his father had no idea of this. He sighed as he pulled down the gold trimmed edge of his pants and stuck his cock though the hole waiting for the slave to suck on it but on the other side was his son eager to start... but something caught his eye; that it is a feline cock... there are no feline guards around the castle. He called his overseer over and asked,"Uhm.... if I may ask but there are no felines guards on this level..."
The overseer scoffed and said with a smirk,"Hehe... well either its a guard not accounted for... or," he began to giggle then said" or its your father, but what is the chance of that?" He walked off laughing leaving the young prince breathless.
He suddenly heard on the other side of the wall,"You know it's probably isn't going to suck itself." he the proceeded to saying,"Erm... I hate to ask but can you scan your id card?" With a soft sigh the king took his card out and scanned it; within seconds the image popped up on the other side of the king taking the princes breath away as he slowly lowered himself towards the thick piece of meat that made him (sadly his mother died when giving birth to him so he never had any affection to females).
He then gently sucked on the tip of the meat, pulling it out of the musky sheath, as it slowly erected into a massive 12" log of heavenly pleasure. After it became fully erect the prince began to deep throat the thick log letting it slip into the back of his mouth and began to massage and squeeze the heavy low swinging balls. He began to hear loud grunting, moaning, and mutters of pleasure that echoed though the room. He the proceeded to pull off of the cock and began to paw his father off, gently lifting his cock and pressing his nose onto his fathers balls taking in the heavy scent and started to suck on then softly imagining that the things that he was sucking made him which drove his lust even farther. After milking his father for about 5 minutes he felt the thick meat begin to pulse and pressed his lips to the top letting the huge torrent of seed fill his mouth gulping down each load that sprayed at him; this continued on for 5 whole minute before the king pulled off and let a few squirts hit who he though was a slave in the face; then pulled out of the hole, pull his pants up, and walked out sated for the enormous amount of release. His son sat there in total shock of the event that happened. He looked up at the picture of his father on the screen and began to get erect; he knew this was a "sin" but he couldn't help but want to get his brains fucked out of him by his old man.
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Zerathain: The Beginning by Galactor123
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Editors Note: This is my first non-macro piece. Still a lot of sex (duh) but no macroness in this one. So for people who were sick of my big things, should hurray. For those who want more bigness, I'll go back to it eventually, just wanted to add a bit of variety. That and I found this one in my
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"Cock Growth",
"Domination/Submission",
"Hyperphallic",
"Lizard",
"M/F",
"Masturbation",
"Story Series",
"Tit Fuck"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10141-zerathain-the-beginning
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Editors Note: This is my first non-macro piece. Still a lot of sex (duh) but no macroness in this one. So for people who were sick of my big things, should hurray. For those who want more bigness, I'll go back to it eventually, just wanted to add a bit of variety. That and I found this one in my archive of oldness, and thought it was good enough to be a keeper. I didn't edit it much, so pardon any grammar mistakes. Point them out if you wish, I'll edit this via peers. And yes, it's another continuation. Just wanted to see the reaction thus far to it. Now, without further adieu...
Tails of Zerathain Written with regards by, Dr. Ren Flemming A Scientific Study and Narrative
Prologue
To begin with Zerathains biography, one must first realize a few basic facts about his race. One, his race is particularly conniving, evil, and particularly sexist. Males are expected to do just about everything, while a female may sit back and hope a male finds her attractive, and thats truly about it. When a male wants a mate, normally his counterpart has little to no choice in the matter. If a female can take on a male in combat to prevent the breeding she can, but considering that females of the species, through years of adaptation to their position have less muscle, and less battle savvy, if the female wins its talk of the town, and most of the time the male will never be breed ever, because he obviously isn't a strong enough member of society. If he does breed, more then likely it will be with a younger, and thus barren bride. The males are potent, they have to be, because unlike most reptiles that lay thousands or even millions of eggs, Zerathain's race (which is unwrittable, and barely pronounceable by human lips) gives birth to one live young at a time, with twins being an incredibly rare, and considered a blessed exception, with the male and female both being considered a holy pairing, and normally are egged on to make a lot more between each other for the good of the tribe. Thusly though, there race is rather small, only a few hundred thousand exist, and most of them in three core cities (also unnameable, for the natural speech of these creatures seems to be an even more gutteral offset of draconic). I have spent my time studying this race for quite a while, and thankfully, while evil, they tend to keep to themselves for our benefit in these cities, except when hungry. They also are rather acceptable to people who are curious about them, as their small cloistered nature means there also curious. Truly though, most adventurers simply learn never to get close, for the few that do normally never return, or return with rather horrid tales of debauchery.
Another curious thing about Zerathain's race, is that they seem to never stop growing. They have a spurt at around the same time that human mammals do, around maturity (the age of 30-40 for these creatures) that normally shoots them from slightly below the size of an adult human male, to roughly seven to eight feet tall. This is generally the height they stay at for their days, albeit every couple of months they grow an inch, and for a race destined to live about as long as an elf, that adds up rather quickly. For example, I have seen alpha males (more on this later) at up to, twelve, thirteen, and even as tall as twenty feet. Thankfully this is very rare as well, perhaps even rarer then twins, and normally is in the heritages of the most high and mighty rulers of the three main tribes, one such lineage that Zerathain is not apart of, although close. He is a mere nine feet tall, but also not fully grown it seems. On that note, the term, "maturity" for them also seems relative. They are born with much of the attributes to start breeding right away, and some do before they reach the maturity age, it just seems that they are unable to reproduce to any meaningful effect until maturity. They also, to offset the low population of their race and its relative spread out nature, have rather overtly large sexual organs. Males, the largest I have seen, can grow up to fifteen inches, and about four inches in girdth. However, this I have heard, and have seen (scientifically of course) is uncommon, I have also heard rumor of bigger. For example however, Zerathains itself is sixteen inches long, and four inches. Besides this, males have large muscular forms, with corded muscles and large black ebony talons on they're paws. There heads look like dragon heads, and they have large tails, corded and slick, the only part of them that is scaleless, or at least have such small and interlocking scales that it seems like skin.
Females on the otherhand, are much different. Females seem to also never stop growing, however they normally only get up to the size of an average human male in there spurts. However I have seen alpha females (more on this in the next section) up to ten or twelve feet tall. They are still powerful forces of nature, don't get me wrong. A commoner or even an averagely trained soldier or modestly successful adventurer wouldn't be much of a challenge to a female (even less of a challenge to a male). They are also fairly muscular, but slender muscle instead of corded. large paws with long talons like the males, and oddly enough they support mammalary glands, and thus breasts, like mammals, an oddity that even I cannot explain. Perhaps magic? Perhaps they truly aren't reptiles? Many speculate in the scientific community about this question. Regardless, they have quite potent breasts, large and full enough for their large live babies to live off of, something that like humans, males seem to find terribly attractive.
Truly though, the most fascinating part of this race is the use of the tribal system. Alpha males and females are like the queens and kings of the human world. They both have incredible priveledges. The alpha male, the strongest member of society, and also the biggest by breeding, has say over the entire city of his dwelling. Any female need not be dominated or coerced to mate with the alpha, and normally when the city is content, you can't spot the alpha, but you can hear the groans and growls of pleasure from his den throughout the night, and females come out looking rather content. The alpha female however, is more then just the strongest or most sought after female in the city, although this may be her original reason for coming to power. She also has power over ceremonies and religion, something I was barred from investigating in my time among them (and didn't push, as the female alpha looked very ready to tear me apart) but seems to be very important part of their culture.
Zerathain: A Scientific Approach
Zerathain is an oddity of his race. As is said, he's particularly potent, even when compared to others of his race, and is also an outcast, something that happens only rarely in his race. He was, oddly, outcast for dominating the alpha female and attempting to become alpha male through her (who didn't need much dominating after the first go round, or so he says.) The alpha male caught wind of this, and banished Zerathain, and apparently did things unspeakable to his fellow alpha female. Zerathain then head out into the real world, and eventually met me. I found him fascinating, and learned more of his race to write down here for your pleasure. Zerathain, in my eyes, is still very much a member of his race. Seeing females little more then tools to be used, albeit respected in their uses and their abilities to call upon other males; he sees humans as food, tools, or interesting playthings (the later I would say he's applied to me, thankfully). He has since learned human law, and while perhaps not "fitting in" he at the very least has evaded jail for the most part. He has even attracted human female attention from a few places, or so he has said (and illustrated quite well in his narrative). However, he has said that while observations are good, he perfers to tell his life like the storytellers of his old city, in a story of his life. A narrative approach I thought would be fascinating, so I gave him a shot, and it came out quite informative, if a bit gruesome and a tad bit explicit in his urges and how he sate them. Regardless, if you are weak of stomach or strong in the words of purity, refrain from reading more. Indeed, I should have put this up at the top I suppose, but if you are still not offended, but thought you would be, you more then likely will be from reading his narrative. Otherwise, read on.
Zerathain: The Narrative Descent
I had a rather normal childhood for my race. Growing up, learning the basics of hunting with talon and spear. I grew up knowing my place. I wasn't alpha, I was beta. A relative of the Alpha, long forgotten, I held respect by my similar lineage, but I couldn't command. This infuriated me, and all my life I grew up loathing the alpha male, with all his beautiful females. I was surprisingly a runt when growing up as a child, a slow grower no female took me seriously at first. All of my race feels the urge, the lust inside them from the moment there out of the womb, to breed. However mine was stronger then most, and mine was left to linger and brood for sometime. Having no upwards power, I needed outwards. I trained, sparring with the males in the city. At first they laughed at me, called me Rhtyvin (Note: This is as close as I could to mimicking his speech here, although as said before it was a toughy to decipher, it seems almost to have some vowels, so I gave it a shot) meaning both "weakling" and "prey animal" in my native tongue. This made me brood harder. I hunted with my father every chance I could, becoming close to him in parental bonds. He and I found no dislike with one another, and were close enough not to bother watching our own backs for each other after a time. I grew strong in the hunt, my muscles some of the largest of all the betas, and even larger then one of the alpha's lineage. I liked the feeling of being large, even when I was no taller then the Human Rhtyvin I enjoyed catching. This went on for a while, fourty years in fact, until I went through my maturation.
Now, interesting human, you seem to think maturation as developing fully. While this is somewhat true for my race, we are more developed at birth then most. Maturation does not come with sleep and time alone, it is a pure moment at which body catches up with neccesity. One must only look and realize what they must do, and after merely a few days, your body will agree, catching up with your needs. One of the things I asked my body, and my soul and god, was to be bigger, big like the mountains, overpowering and a representative of their might. They grinned, and bargained with my body while I slept. They would give me my wish, to a point. I would grow yes, but not to the size of mountains. Instead, I would be the most potent male of all the city, able to dominate, albeit not with size, but lust and power. When I woke up from my slumber, I was shocked with the new feelings in me. I had almost doubled in size, but most important of all, was the lust I had shared for my females, never sated before that moment, came at me like a blinding flash. My shaft would not quell, as it throbbed in its mightyness, making it known to the world my new found prowess. I needed a female, and I had few in mind. I had not looked for them, for I knew it was a waste at first, so only a handful I had lusted for in my youth. The alpha of course, but also one female, Riktana in your language.
I walked towards Riktana's hut, growling slowly as each move and each wind over my naked flesh excited me. I walked into her door, and Riktana squeeled, looked at my new form, AND fell to the floor in front of me in the posture of lusty submission to males. I was shocked for a moment, but I saw her tongue loll expectantly, and felt the pleasant rush of power flow through me. She wanted me badly, and not just to sate her. I grinned, and walked into her tent. She was worthy of a mate like myself, but no alpha or even beta would take her as they blindly hunted first for the alpha who simply laughed at them. She however seemed to have done it before as she shoved her snout into my new throbbing power with a sense of knowing how to please. I groaned and growled, feelings coursing through me that had never been unleashed until now. I couldn't think, or see, which frightened me at first, even beyond my pleasure for a moment. What if a male had chosen her for a bond without my knowledge? What if I was trekking the track of the alpha, who routinely found odd things in females that even betas missed? But at that thought she showed her breasts to my throbbing potent shaft, rubbing me greatly with them, and all thought was lost. I felt like a god as I felt a shiver go through me, and then I groaned, my mighty prowess throbbing heavily into her mouth, on her face, and all over. I couldn't think as I merely jettisoned all of my seed into her, this unnamed tool. I know not what time it took, but ages past to the likes of me before it ended, and she was covered in my brood from snout to tail. She seemed to have enjoyed it though as she was unrelenting, not wanting to let go. A consensus arrived, and after much time, and an entire day gone by with her and I mating, I left her, and fell asleep exhausted, but knowing that such feelings I wanted to feel from now on.
I was daring in my youth, perhaps foolish, as I thought my mind made logic out of my thoughts. If such feelings could be felt from Riktana, a good mate but not the best, lusting for anything to fill her for a night after a while of being left alone, what feelings could be unleashed while entertaining the alpha female, someone whose only lasting mate was the alpha male, and was the best mate in the city? Such thoughts coursed in my mind and through my loins many times as I imagined her. Ripe breasts so good for our children we would have, her female flesh rubbing against my powerful prowess. Sometimes I got carried away while thinking, the throbbing too intense to merely dispose of. Many a time I would meet with Riktana hot and heavy, and we mated. She always complimented me on my potentcy, espeically when she found out such sugary words got her my brood faster, stronger, and more often. By a weeks time, her house smelled of me whenever I walked in, my scent all over her and her room even after she washed and bathed. She said she had no other mates, but I later found she had one that had tried to take her. She found him not worthy, and challenged him after he failed to simply take what was denied. She finished him easily, and he was shunned from breeding further. He had luck apparently taking smaller females not yet gone through their true maturity, as such females lusted, but did not get their needs quenched until they were proper mates, they had no choice but to take an outcast for an outcast. For a while she also was outcast, many males seeing her as too powerful in there foolishness to tame, so she was honored to meet such a potent male for breeding (myself), willing to take her so many times. However I found little desireably in her for mating after many times with her. Even when we mated for my pleasure, I imagined her firm breasts were those of the alpha female, that she was bending backwards for me, and I was taking her. The first time I thought this way my brood jettisonned so hard her sex couldn't take nearly any of it, spilling out into the floor like a lake.
Riktana knew her days were numbered as my only mate. I was brooding for new flesh, and so was she. We left on good terms. I respected her abilities as a mate, but she was not a beta's mate. I heard she took three mates eventually, two of which she eventually cast of in the ring, so perhaps the other males weren't as foolish as I thought not to try and mate her. Regardless, my loins could only be quelled by my hearts desire, the alpha female. Everyday of waiting only made me want her that much more. I brooded, waiting for a time when the alpha male was out with the others. I passed by his hut everyday, and finally say a pattern. On the second moon of seven, what you humans call "monday" in a "week," he would take another female, and the alpha female would be mateless. It was easy to here, the alpha males females screamed like hungry hatchlings, and the thrusting of the alpha shook his hut, his moans sounding like a group of angry bullfrogs. One night, I planned the unthinkable. I would take the alpha female, and I would show her how well I could take her, and why I should be alpha male with her. The thoughts made me lust for her even more, and the thoughts of taking her, willingly or not, espeically unwillingly, only made the wait that much harder.
Finally, the second moon came. I checked the alpha males hut, groans and bouncing sounded from his hut. I grinned, knowing that I had passed the first step. I walked to the alpha female's hut. It was early, no one was around her hut, and it was dark. I walked in casually, my breath heavy from both anxiety and lust. The thrill of what I was about to do outwayed the danger, and then I saw her. She was immense in her bulk. A beautiful body, firm full breasts, corded muscular stomach and legs, and large sensitive skin. I walked up to her and couldn't help but grown in pleasure. I got ontop of her, unable to contain myself, causing her to stir suddenly. In her groginess she really didn't know how to react to me. I grinned and she looked stunned, obviously never having someone so brash as myself to try this. Then she understood what I wanted. She fought back, thrashing about, grappling me, but she was weaker then I had thought as I merely had to block her blows, and then pin her arms down. I savored the moment as she whimpered helplessly underneath me, licking over her firm breasts, those breasts I only dreamed about before as I growled. They were better then anything I'd seen. I forcefully opened her mouth then, giving her a long taste, kissing and lapping at her mouth. Her fighting had gone down, obviously seeing she was overpowered, and knowing her alpha male would be furious to interrupt his mating, I spread her legs though, as she was still defiant in being fully taken. I grinned as I thrust my large head into her. She winced, then moaned, tensed. I savored her, being gentle at first to make her wet.
Finally though I could contain myself no longer. I lifted myself and thrust myself deep into her, groaning in pleasure as she felt better then I had dreamed. She winced again as I kept myself there for a while, panting as I felt myself lapsing into ecstasy. I started to pound her, holding nothing back as I used my entire strength. Her breasts flailed wildly, and even at her marginally larger size I kept her pinned and helpless for the entire time. I moaned as I came a lot sooner then I had liked, leaving her floor messy with a puddle larger then anything I had given Riktana, even in our first rutting. I couldn't stop there, it felt too good, and I didn't know if I would live for another try. I kept thrusting, she whimpered out for mercy, but I would give her none for seven more rutts. By the time I was done I could simply continue no longer and expect to walk. She was raw, on the point of bleeding, and sore as I unmounted her. She also seemed to be broken of pride as she was almost submissive to me, and cleaned me and the floor off. I grinned as she did this, my prowess growing taut again, but I spared her another mounting, for my own sake. It was getting late, and I didn't know how many females her male had. I told her that if she told, I'd challenge her and her mate, and she complied after the beating I had given her.
I slept nicely that nice, my dreams causing me to wake up the next morning more lusty then ever. It was more powerful even then the lust I had felt at my maturity, and I couldn't seem to think of anything else. I growled, and simply took my prowess into my paw and thrust. I growled as it felt better then I had expected, and I kept at it. Rubbing over my head, then thrusting over the majority of my shaft with a moan, then letting it gyrate. I grabbed my malehood, my sack of brood with my other hand and rubbed it, growling heavier, starting to thrust my invisible brood, my alpha. I imagined her there and growled as my prowess immediately responded my getting thicker, more willing. I imagined her hot firm breasts against me like I had her last night, and it was too much. I moaned, and bucked hard into the air in my bed and let loose with more then I believe I ever had. I then realized why. My prowess had grown even larger over night, each part of my sack full and taut as half of my balled fist. I grinned at it, and knew that next time I met my alpha, she would be pleased.
(Flemming: This idea of a dual maturity is something I didn't quite catch. I'm not sure if this was simply do to a placebo effect of power, a sort of metaphor, or a real biological anamoly that is unique to this species. Or perhaps he truly was blessed, who knows?)
However it wouldn't be so. The alpha male discovered my rutting with his mate, how I still know not, and was, rightfully, furious. At first I was stubborn enough to think that I could stand up to him, and as I went up to take my punishment I had the confidence of a small hatchling on his first hunt. However as I saw the monster of an alpha I felt like a small hatchling in a different way. He was one of the Chosen, and it showed in everything about him. My thoughts of overpowering him gone, I took my punishment willingly. I was exiled, for trying to take power through the alpha female. I knew that she saw it differently, and as I left I could definitely sense she longed for me in my passing. Apparently the alpha male felt the same, as I know now that she is experienced the Passing (note: A phrase meaning to die, the passing being the trials one must go through until the apocalypse, where all souls are put in their rightful place).
But, for the time, I was off alone.
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Part 8 Earth Training For Dragoune by Dragoune
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#8 of The Land of Marnex: Evil Regins Again - Okay do not expect my chapters to be this early because I could not stop typing and right now I feel like I am going to drop on my keyboard. But before I do I want to say thank you to Yiff Dragon again because in this chapter I took a idea from him with
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"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"M/F",
"Snake"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51769-part-8-earth-training-for-dragoune
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Okay do not expect my chapters to be this early because I could not stop typing and right now I feel like I am going to drop on my keyboard. But before I do I want to say thank you to Yiff Dragon again because in this chapter I took a idea from him with his permission of course and put it into this chapter. With out him I probably would only have a half of a series. I have not forgotten you frostdragon or newlegend it is just I used his idea and want him to be regonized for it. So Yiff Dragon thank you a millon times over my friend. And now with out further a do I give you...oh wait I was just handedthis evenlope it says here that 'I have to say any one younger then 18 has to leave or hope hey do not get caught' uhn...oh well now without further ado I give you the story.
Part 8 Earth Training for Dragoune
After Crosain had said that, there was a long silence and all eyes were on him.
"I know you are trying to help, but that is too good to be true." Dragoune said
"Yeah I never had heard of that before." Traisa said
"Few have, because it happened a long time ago. It happened when our enemies had found a certain plant up in the mountains, called the Venjunim plant. Somehow they found out if they mixed it with the Anetta plant and some venom they too will become venomous. We had the advantage when they weren't but when they were it was like fighting a losing battle for us. Dragoune you should've have been told or read about it because the king back then sent in a lot of guards and helped us." Crosain said
"Yes but the book I read said nothing on how they became venomous, so I figured that they were born that way, although it did seem unlikely." Dragoune said
"They wanted to keep that part out so no one could use it again for the wrong reasons." Crosain said
"How is it done?" Saneira said
"It is done by first mixing the leaves of the Vejunim plant with the venom. After that you will drink that and then eat the Anetta plant with the stem and roots of the Vejunim." Crosain said
"Well if it gets me-" Dragoune was about to say but was cut off by Crosain.
"It is not just your decision there Dragoune it is Saneira's as well because when you become venomous and she doesn't then you two will not be together as easily because she will not be immune to you." At that both Saneira and Dragoune looked into each others eyes and they both looked worried.
"What will happen to our children?" Saniera asked
"That of which I do not know." Crosain said
"Well it is getting late and we need to rest. Crosain we will have an answer for you in the morning." Dragoune said. At that they went quietly to their separate rooms. When Dragoune went into bed with Saneira he said.
"Before you say anything I want you to know that whatever you choose I am all for it." Saneira looked at him for a bit and then started laughing and it increased when she saw the look on his face.
"What is so funny?" Dragoune asked trying not to laugh himself. When Saneira calmed down she said.
"I was going to say the exact same thing." Dragoune started to laugh at that as well.
"We are truly made for each other." Dragoune said licking Saneira's nose, but Saneira got serious and said.
"I am going to choose to become venomous. I am scared for our children since I do not know what this will do to them, but I rather let them out in a world where there is peace instead of what we have now with Kaous roaming about."
"I will take that it as a yes." Dragoune said getting closer to her and they both fell asleep.
Dragoune was the first one up and decided to greet morning, when he got near the entrance of his cave he saw that he forgot to take out his two swords out of the ground and he also noticed that his tail sword right next them. He picked up his tail sword and sheathed it, when he tried to take his other two swords out they wouldn't budge.
'My rage is getting worse.' Dragoune thought his rage building because of Dargrin giving it to him in the first place. Finally he pulled his swords out with a grunt and then sheathed them as well.
'If I see Dargrin again I swear I will kill him.' Dragoune thought his rage increasing even more. But when he reached the entrance of the cave he put a claw on his necklace thinking of Saneira and that cooled him down greatly.
"I am surprised to see you up this early." A voice said behind him. Dragoune looked to see who it was and it was Siss.
"I had a hard time sleeping last night. I kept waking up for some reason so I decided to get up. What is your reason?" Dragoune said
"I just like to watch the sun go up while I warm myself." Siss said while the sun was slowing rising every one was up except Crosain. When the sun was fully up Crosain came out.
"Good morning everyone, Dragoune and Saneira have you made your decision yet?" Crosain asked
"Yes we have and we agreed to become venomous." Saneira said
"Fine, then I need you Dragoune to find the Venjunim plant it should be easy to spot because it is near the mountains were a lot of plants do not grow and the color of it is blood red. Saneira go with Traisa to find the Anetta plant, while Siss and I will provide the venom." Crosain said and with that every one went to their separate ways.
Saneira and Traisa went deep into the woods looking for the Anetta plant and it really did not take all that long to find. In fact they already had a whole lot, what they were looking for was a bit of breakfast. Saneira caught a few fish while Traisa got a couple of rabbits.
Dragoune's job was a lot harder not because it was hard to see but because it was too cold for him. He was about to go down where it was warmer and try again but then he remembered his training with Firen and how his body warmed up while trying to control the fire. He calmed his mind and just thought about warming himself. It worked he felt like he was on a warm sandy beach. Rejuvenated he went back to his search and that is when he spotted a small red spot on the side of the mountain. When he landed he only saw four plants. Not knowing how much he needed he grabbed all four and headed back for the cave.
When he got there every one was enjoying their breakfast and he saw that his meal was ready for him as well. He sat next to Saneira and said.
"I did know how much you needed so I grabbed four-" When he lifted them up to show every one he saw that they were not red anymore but a very dark green color.
"I swear to Crosain they were red when I plucked them." But Crosain was waving a dismissive hand.
"I know you did I just forgot to tell you that they change that color right after they have been plucked." He said when everyone was finished they waited when Crosian was hard at work. When he was done he gave Dragoune and Saneira a glass, a stem with the roots and a whole Anetta plant.
"Before you drink I must warn you this is venom that you will be drinking so it is not going to taste good and it will probably be painful as well. Are you sure you want to do this?" Crosian asked worry in his eyes. Both Saneira and Dragoune looked into each others eyes and then to Crosain and nodded.
"Then as soon as you drink eat the plants." Crosain said. Before they did Dragoune put his wing around Saneira for support for both of them. Then at the same time they both drank the venom and ate the plants. Crosain was not kidding Dragoune felt like he was about to throw up, but then a searing pain started from his stomach and slowly going through the rest of his body. It was too much for him to handle, he was on the ground thrashing about. Just as the pain reached the last bit of his body he lost consciousness.
The first thing Dragoune felt when he regained consciousness was a serve headache.
'Now I feel like a drunk who had one too many.' Dragoune thought which increased the pain. Dragoune groaned and let the pain die down. When it was back to its original state Dragoune opened an eye very slowly. Everything was blurry he looked around the room that he was in awaiting everything to get clear, while he was doing that he noticed that two of his teeth had became longer and thinner. Not want to dwell on it so that his head will worsen again he sat it aside. When the room got clearer he noticed that someone was on him. Knowing that it was Saneira he tried to say something but he could not find the strength too. He tried to nudge her but could not do that either.
'I cannot get her to awake so I can talk to her.' Dragoune thought angrily and that increased his headache tenfold in which he groaned loudly waking Saneira.
"Welcome back." Saneira said, Dragoune nodded finally having the strength to put his hand to his head.
"That should pass for awhile but Crosain said that you may recover differently then I did." Saneira said
"How...long...did it take...you to recover?" Dragoune asked wincing at every word he said because it added to the pain in his head.
"Me? A day but you it took you three days." Saneira said
"Three days, why did it take me so long?!" Dragoune said getting up and then wishing he didn't because he got real dizzy and felt like he was going to throw up. While he was going back down on the bed he saw Crosain coming in.
"Well the reason is that you drank venom and your body was not immune to it at that time. That is why I had you take the Anetta plant right after so the venom would not kill you. The Venjunim is a slow working plant but you will be back up your feet soon." Crosian said that's when Dragoune realized that it did work and the long and thin teeth were his fangs. Slowly he opened his mouth to fold his fangs on the roof of his mouth but couldn't.
"Why can't I fold my fangs?" Dragoune said
"Because your mind is still getting use to the new adaptation, when your head stops hurting that is when you be able to. Now you should rest Dragoune, it is the best thing for you." Crosain said and then left.
"I don't mind that you can't fold your fangs yet, it kind of gets me turned on a bit." Saneira said and she was not kidding because Dragoune could smell her arousal and her tail was rising higher and higher.
"I would love to but not here and not now. When I come back from my earth training I promise you that I will." Dragoune said, Saneira hissed disappointedly but knew that he was right and allowed Dragoune to sleep.
The next day Dragoune sat up quite quickly because when he woke up he remembered about his children and kicked himself for not asking Saneira earlier on. Not to scare her when he awoke her he gently petted her back making sure to touch the right places. She arched her back towards him, purred, but did not wake up, and yet Dragoune did not mind because he too was enjoying it. Finally Saneira turned towards him and kissed him on the lips in which he returned.
"That was a nice wake up call." Saneira said smiling
"Yes but the reason why I awoke you is that I have a question." Dragoune said
"You want to know how the children took the adaptation is that it?" Saneria asked smiling even more at the surprised look on Dragoune's face.
"Yes that is the one and how do you do that." Dragoune asked smiling
"Well for the second question you are that easy to read to me and for the first you do not have to worry because I do not feel that anything is different other than I am venomous." Saneira said, Dragoune breathed easier at those words and remembering that he too is venomous opened his maw and folded his fangs.
"It kind of feels weird." Dragoune said
"It does at first but you will get use to it." Saneira said she kissing him again and Dragoune not only got some of her saliva but her venom as well. He winced at it at first thinking that it will taste bad but it didn't it tasted sweet like candy. He too gave some of his and he saw that she liked it too. For a while they had their lips locked exchanging saliva and venom. But soon Dragoune had to leave, hesitantly he broke the kiss and said.
"I have to go now but I will come right back as soon as I can."
"I know you will and this time I have something to look forward to when you come back." Saneira said
Not wanting to wake the others Dragoune went quietly and quickly out of the cave.
When he was back at Dirther's cave he was hesitant to go back inside because he did not know how much immune he was. He touched his necklace and went inside; he took both his swords out, but not his tail sword. He slowly went down looking around for any kind of movement. When he got to the part were he first saw the snakes, instead of lighting a torch he relied on his night vision which was not really helpful since there was no light at all. When got to the part where he thought was the middle, and that is when he stepped on a snake's tail. There was aloud scream and Dragoune knew that every snake was ready to strike. Instead of lighting anything Dragoune took his tail sword and got ready for the biting. Closing his eyes he used his ears and his sent of smell. He knew that he was going to get bitten but at least that will tell where the snake is and plus they were just as blind as he was so it was kind of an even fight. Dragoune heard something in front and he quickly struck knowing that he got whatever it was. That is when the battle started and at least five to six snakes bit him and started to envenomate him. He quickly shook them off and blew fire scorching anyone who was near him. The snakes held back thinking they had him but they were highly mistaken. Dragoune did not feel the slightest thing and again started attacking. The snakes could not figure out why he was not going down after the twentieth bite and they were starting to retreat. Dragoune by now felt that the venom subduing him and his attacks were becoming slower. But he truly did not show it until he knew that he was by himself. Dragoune used another fireball from his hand since he was too exhausted to use his breath and saw that he was alone. That is when he dropped his blades and drop onto the ground.
When he woke up his internal clock told him that it was morning. He slowly got up and grabbed his swords and sheathed them he stumbled around looking for a branch so he can light it. He found one, he placed his free hand near it so he can look away to protect his eyes from the sudden burst of light. He blasted a fireball; it hit the branch but it hit him as well.
"OUCH, Dammit!!!" he cursed letting his eyes adjust to the light and licking his wound. He then started walking towards his destination seeing all the carnage on what happened before. When he got the center there were was torches all around and when he looked up he saw that there was hole in the ceiling. In the middle there was a large tree and lying next to it was a large brown dragon who seemed to be asleep.
"Dirther?" Dragoune asked
"You are five days late young one." Dirther not opening his eyes, nor moving.
"Haven't you been seeing what I have been doing lately?" Dragoune asked and to himself.
'Five? I thought that I was out for three because of the venom drink.' That is when he realized that he also was bitten a lot from the fight and that is were the other two days must of come in.
"I couldn't because Kaous is starting to block us some how. But do not worry we will be able to contact you when you need us." Dirther said, Dragoune decided to tell what happened to him.
"Very interesting, may I see your fangs." Dirther said Dragoune did when he folded them again he asked.
"Did you know that kind of plant could do that?" Dragoune asked
"No not really when I make new plants grow I cannot see what they can do until someone uses it and if I did it really would not matter because I would not change it. Now lets get to your training earth is a lot different then all the elements because not only you can use dirt or trees or plants as attacks but wind as well. Fire, water, light dark and electricity you can control forms of, lava for fire or ice for water. Wind is a completely different element but since it is part of the earth element you can use it and that is what we will start with. What I want you to do is to clear your mind and open your wings." Dirther said Dragoune did what he was told.
"Now, when you feel lighter start flapping your wings slowly." Dragoune relaxed and just sat there for a while. When he did feel lighter he started flapping his wings and he noticed a slight breeze that was not there before, when he stopped he asked.
"If I flapped harder what would have happened." Dirther chuckled and said
"We would a gale storm on our hands. Now that is done we now we will try plants."
"Plants?" Dragoune asked
"Not like flowers no what I am talking about is very strong vines that can bind furries like so." Dirther said Dragoune thought that he was going to get tied up but then heard a muffled hiss behind him and he turned around and saw that a snake was tied up and figured that the snake was going to attack him.
"Now you try." Dirther said letting go of the snake. Dragoune got ready and so did the snake making an s out of his body so that he can strike far and long. What the snake did not know though was that there were vines tying around most of his tail end. When he struck he got right up to Dragoune's face but then stopped and fell right on the ground just before more vines got on the snake looked behind himself at what had stopped him.
"Not what I have thought of but very effective. Now then the last thing I need to show you is how to us the ground as a weapon. Again clear your mind and when you feel strong strike the ground." Dirther said Dragoune cleared his mind again and waited. When he did feel something he hit the ground hard and as soon as he did a large split went from where he was standing to the other end of the cave.
"Excellent now you have mastered the earth element." Dirther said
"But how it is coming to me so easily?" Dragoune asked
"Because your body already knows it, it just became dormant over the years when it was not needed." Dirther said before Dragoune left he pointed at the snake and asked.
"What about him?"
"Leave him here I will try to put some sense into him." Dirther said Dragoune said goodbye and left.
By the time he got back the sun was setting and when he got close to the cave he saw that Saneira was waiting for him. Not landing Dragoune scooped Saneira and gained altitude kissing her along the way. Breaking the kiss Saneira said.
"I have the perfect place."
"Where is that?" Dragoune asked
"You will just have to find out." She said smiling Dragoune shrugged and let her tell him where to go. When they were over a clearing Saneira said.
"Land there." Dragoune did thinking that this was the place.
"Now close your eyes, grab my hand and follow me." Saneira said wondering what this was all about Dragoune did what he was told and followed Saneira. What seemed along time Dragoune was about to peek but Saneira caught him and said.
"No peeking." After a while Dragoune could hear a waterfall.
"Okay now you can look." Saneira said when Dragoune did his mouth dropped. He first saw the waterfall or actually two waterfalls which collided to make one. Under the waterfall was a pool and in the middle of the pool was an island and the sun was close to going behind the mountains so the stars can come out making the place all the more beautiful.
"When did you find this?" Dragoune asked
"While I was waiting for you to come back from your training." Saneira said Dragoune did not know what else to say so he kissed her on the lips. Apparently Saneira was holding back on her arousal because when he kissed her he got a huge whiff of her heat also turning him on as well. Saneira broke the kiss and then suddenly dived in the water. Dragoune thought that she was crazy that she was going to freeze to death.
"Come on in Dragoune the water is warm." Saneira said Dragoune took off his belt of his blades and dived in to. Saneira was right the water was warm. They started playing by splashing one another but that did not last long because they were there for a different kind of fun. Saneira got on the island and so did Dragoune. Saneira laid on her back and Dragoune got on top on her kissing her on the lips. Saneira stuck her tongue into Dragoune's mouth, with venom and saliva combined. Dragoune wrapped his tongue around hers and they did a small tug of war. Dragoune was getting more and more aroused and he started feeling his member coming out of his sheath and into her slit. When the head of his dragonhood into her they both broke the kiss and moaned out loud, while Saneira arched her back and Dragoune lifted his head backward. Dragoune then looked at Saneira and she nodded to go ahead. Dragoune did not need to be told twice and started thrusting. As he did Saneira arched her back some more, digging her claws into the dirt, and moaning loudly. Dragoune went back down slowing his thrusts and kissing Saneira once again. He wanted to make sure that she enjoyed this greatly because he loved her so much. It did not take long however for Saneira to want more then these slow thrusts so she took the matter into her own hands by flipping Dragoune onto his back and thrusting into him. Dragoune was getting close and knew that Saneira was too because her walls were starting to grip harder and harder. Dragoune could not take it any more and climaxed sending his seed into Saneira's vent, making her climax and clamp onto his member hard milking every bit of him. When they finished Saneira laid next to Dragoune kissing him on the cheek.
"I am glad that you brought me here." Dragoune said returning the kiss. Saneira only smiled to tired to say anything. They both got close and fell asleep.
But they were not the only ones that were having fun. Not far from they were Crosain , Siss, and Traisa were also having fun. Crosain was thrusting into Siss while she was licking Traisa. Crosain was starting to speed up a bit and that is when Siss pulled out and switched with Traisa. That little short break was all Crosain needed to calm down and to be ready for more. When Traisa was ready he thrust his member into her which she squirmed down towards his member with pleasure. That is when they started up again, but Traisa climaxed almost immediately clamping onto Crosain's member making him cum as well. Crosain took out his member and put his tongue along with Traisa's. With the extra pleasure Siss climaxed just as fast as they did. When she was done they wrapped around each other and they too fell asleep.
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Now you know why I am about fall asleep. This is probably the longest chapter I have written
\*Oh I forgot to put the questions underneath damm my tiredness\*
What will be Dragoune's next challange and who is this strange snake.
Please put comments complaints dos donts everything and anything
(Too tired to do anything else, starts going up the stairs, does not make it, and falls back down the stairs fast asleep. lol)
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Emergency Call by Perrin Wolfbrother
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#2 of Cop Fantasies Another day patrolling, Nick needs some relief, now! - _Hey everyone,_ _I was inspired by some of the comments to the other story, the most successful I ever wrote, apparently. So here it is a new one featuring Nick the rottie cop and his boyfriend Chris, hope you will like it,
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[
"Anal",
"Ass",
"Authority",
"Balls",
"Bareback",
"Blowjob",
"Canine",
"Cock",
"Couple",
"Domination/Submission",
"Gay",
"Gay Relationships",
"Kinky",
"Kissing",
"Knot",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Muscles",
"Oral",
"Orgasm",
"Otter",
"Police",
"Public",
"Rimjob",
"Rimming",
"Rottweiler",
"Uniform",
"cop",
"power bottom"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464602-emergency-call
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*Hey everyone,*
*I was inspired by some of the comments to the other story, the most successful I ever wrote, apparently. So here it is a new one featuring Nick the rottie cop and his boyfriend Chris, hope you will like it, and if you do, why don't leave a comment, a fave or a vote? The cover for this stry is provided by my mate [ Gritou](https://gritou.sofurry.com/), his drawing [ You're under arrest](https://www.sofurry.com/view/464153) is just awesome and inspired some details in this story. Thank you babe, I love you!*
\_ **Edit:** The first upload was giving me problem, I had to post it again, sorry ^^'\_
Nick openly yawned, boredom been the absolute ruler of the moment. He hated to have a shift involving patrolling the countryside around his small town, since nothing ever happened during it. Not like doing that in Alesbrook, something was always going on in town, and even if that something wasn't illegal or needing some law enforcement, he could drop by one of the local coffee places to chat a bit or help some old lady with her groceries.
Here, out in the fields, the best he could hope was someone going over the limit, and even that was rare! So what he could do was sitting on his ass, waiting for an hour at a crossroad, then moving to another to do the same, with only the radio as his companion. The rottie had tried to listen to audio books but he had found out he preferred to read, not to listen, and unfortunately he couldn't do that, he was a good cop after all, so when on patrol he had to be focused on what was happening on the road.
Well, that wasn't entirely true, and the muscled dog knew that. There were times when he wasn't focused on his duty, but on something else, being it the juicy ass of his boyfriend or the equally juicy cock belonging to the same fur. He felt himself hardening in his pants, the images of their lovemaking at the side of a secluded road flashing in mind.
Sure, that was the best thing of lonely patrolling the outer roads, the fact that he could get dirty with Chris in the open without being caught. Last time they did that had been memorable, enacting a fantasy of the otter which was enjoyable to him too, and then getting sucked while staying at a crossroad. What can he say, he loved having sex in a public place, the risk of being caught added something to it...
The rottie couldn't ignore his ranging hard-on and lowered one paw to give it a grope, feeling his bulge in his blue pants and moaning for the pleasure of it. He considered for a moment the option of relieving himself, to pass time and feel much better, but before that he wanted to be sure he couldn't do something much more satisfying.
The black dog fished his cell phone from one of his pockets and browsed through it until the face of a smiling otter appeared among his contacts. Pressing one button, he called his boyfriend, waiting for the rings to give in to Chris' warm voice; he heard only three of those, luckily.
"Hey sweetie, nice getting a call from you!"
"Hey babe, submerged by the files as always?" The rottie greeted back, a smile broadening on his muzzle thanks to the smaller fur.
"Nah, nothing overly complicated today, I am almost finished. And you sweetie? Still on the road?" The otter asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, three more hours before the end of the shift." Nick rumbled his discontent.
"Awwww sweetie, I'm sorry about that! I know how much you hate doing that!" His boyfriend sympathized.
"Yeah, I'm bored to hell." He replied, then added in a lower voice. "And also damn hard."
"Ohhh, are you? How so?" The lutrine asked, and the rottie heard a familiar heath in his voice, a clear sign that the slim otter was getting excited.
"Well, I was thinking of the one time I found you speeding babe..." He hinted.
"I was a very bad otter, but a very hunky rottie disciplined me." The other hotly whispered.
"I fucking did that!"
"So, you were thinking about that and then called me? That's flattering." The otter teased him, surely guessing why his boyfriend had called him but wanting the dog to spit it up.
"Yeah, I was wondering .... If you are free from work, you could join me here and .... Give me some solace." The canine suggested.
"Let me think.... I am awfully busy right now... I don't think I can free myself ...." The brown furred male played coy.
"No you aren't, you admitted that not a minute ago! Get your fucking ass here, cheeky otter!" The dog mockingly ordered.
"So pent up, sweetie? Well, give me half an hour and I'll be there, so we can do some of the fucking you are fond of..." He answered back.
"Good, I'll be waiting at the usual road babe."
"Okay, see you there!"
The otter hung up, and the rottie could imagine how quick he would do his work now, to get finally free and join his hunky boyfriend while his hard otterhood would remind him of the pleasurable acts he was about to enjoy, teasing him and ....
And he should stop, if he kept doing that he wouldn't resist the temptation to get his cock out and enjoy a solo session, which would made the other very, very angry. So, he concentrated on the road, looking at the clock every minute, but his mind all occupied in thinking what we were going to do.
The role-play of the other day had been fun, and hot, but today the dog felt too horny to try to reenact that or do a new one. He felt a familiar itch at the base of his stub of a tail, one that prelude to a very specific kind of action, and he hoped his boyfriend was in the mood to satisfy his urges...
*"No, I fucking shouldn't think that!"* He thought, since that was dangerously on the verge of convincing him not to wait for his otter. He glanced again at the clock and decided it was about time to go to their favorite spot, so he brought his car back to life and drive there. Thanks to the hours of patrolling, he knew that the chosen road was usually deserted at that hour, making it the perfect place for some butt action without taking out the thrill of being naughty in the open air.
As he approached the familiar trees he saw that Chris hadn't arrived that, something that didn't surprise him. He pulled over and started to wait a bit more, to stare at the direction his lover would arrive from, drumming his fingers on the wheel; then, an idea crossed his mind making him smile maliciously.
It took him only a few moments to turn off the engine and get out of the car, not much more to take his shirt out the pants and unbutton it completely, showing his muscled black-and-brown torso. His nipples were erected from the excitement, with his left showing the piece of golden metal piercing it, and he played with them a bit, just for the sake of it.
The rottie looked at himself through one of the car's mirrors and nodded, satisfied with his preparations. He was about to get in position when he remembered his hat, so he bolted inside quickly to retrieve it and then put it in its rightful place between his ears. Now truly ready, he went to lean over to his car, just to give his boyfriend a nice and hunky welcome.
He didn't have to wait long to finally see his lover's car appear in the distance, and he had to concentrate to not wag his tail, something that would ruin his tough look, but his ears escaped briefly his control and flicked. They were still again once the car reached him and Chris ejected himself from it, both that move and his lustful smirk showing how much he was enjoying the vision of the hunky cop waiting for him with most of his goods displayed, and the big bulge promising the ones who weren't.
"Hello, officer. Taking a break?" He spoke, his tongue licking his lips.
"Fuck yeah, the car was a furnace, I needed some fresh air!" He answered him, flapping his shirt as if to show how much hot he was.
"I see. Do you mind if I do the same?" The otter winked, his paws already going to the hem of his T-shirt.
"If you want to, do it." The policefur granted him, waiting to see where this would lead.
The otter pulled off his shirt, showing his chest which, while not as developed as his own, showed some nice definition, just the way he liked. The lutrine discharged his shirt, throwing it in the general direction of this car, and then took one step toward the cop.
"You still seem to be hot, officer, can I suggest you something?" His lover flirted, taking another step, only a foot or so separating them now.
"You can." He simply responded.
"You will feel much more .... Refreshed without those pants, officer." He ran his paw over the dog's bulge, making him shudder a bit.
"You are fucking right. Take them down for me." He ordered, still leaning on his car. The otter didn't waste time and with experts movements of his paws he unbuckled the belt and lowered the zipper. The gravity did the rest, the pants took down by the weight of the various things stored in them, leaving only a thin white layer of cloth to cover the rottie's naughty parts.
"I don't feel much refreshed." The cop spoke his mind. "Lower my underwear!"
His boyfriend did so, freeing the big cock stored in that prison, fully hard and with the knot inflated, merrily slapping itself on its owner's flat abdomens and leaving there a faint stain of manly juices. That red vision was stared hungrily by the otter, lust in his brown eyes and a bulge in his pants.
"You can taste it, if you want." The cop chuckled, breaking his tough cop persona for a second. He chuckled again when he saw his lover just nodding and going down on his knees, apparently too mesmerized to keep up the flirting. The chuckle became a moan once he felt the otter's hot breath against his sensitive skin, followed by a sleek tongue giving his tool a lick from the base to the tip, certainly to gather all the pre-cum that had been pouring from his doghood.
"Oh fuck! You can do more than lick it, I know you want to suc-". His taunting was interrupted as the otter had done just what he wished for, engulfing his cock with the wet warmth that was his mouth. He didn't play shy and deep throated it as the pro he was, and Nick just could feel his lover's lips resting against his knot, not letting the big ball of flesh in as that was a bit too much even for a skilled cocksucker like Chris.
With his cock resting in one of its favorite places, the dog could begin to be more active and, grabbing his otter's head, started to pull out from the mouth to shove his pole back in immediately, those lips forming a perfect O around it and the tongue just caressing all that could be reached. He moaned, and he felt his lover doing the same from the vibrations around his cock, then again once he pulled and thrust another time; he built a pace, neither fast nor slow, just a calm face-fucking, his low hangers smacking against the otter's chin and the fur himself being still, only letting his tongue move.
He continued doing that for a time, his shirt flapping around him, but then the itch from before returned, reminding him of his early proposition. He stopped, his cock knot-deep in the wet hole of the otter, just to savor the feeling one last time, then took it out, releasing the head while doing it. The otter remained there on his eyes, panting a bit and using this pause to catch some breath.
"Why won't you get rid of your pants, babe? I will get more comfortable too." Nick rumbled.
"Okay. What do you have in mind, by the way?" The otter asked while getting up.
"You will see, first we need to be naked!" The rottie cheerfully exclaimed while he was taking his pants out of the way, his shirt having already been taken care of so leaving him only with his shoes and hat, the product of hours of gym proudly in display and conveying the attention to the big erection nestled above his balls.
"I'm naked, I'm naked, can you tell me now?" Chris said while leaving his pants and underwear on the ground, forming a shapeless mound.
"Oh well, first I want this." The black canine answered with a kiss, his lips pressing against his lovers and demanding entrance for his flat tongue, something that wasn't denied at all. He took the otter in his arms, feeling him melting in the kiss and extending his own arms around the muscled body of his boyfriend, their cocks trapped between them and pressing obscenely against each other.
They keep kissing for a while, their tongues fighting and exploring, one time the cop's mouth, another the otter's. The rest of them wasn't idle, since their paws moved on their backs, groping and caressing, and the rottie began to hump a bit, the friction on their cocks making both of them groan. Nick liked that, feeling his cock stimulated and against another one, pulsing, and tasting himself a bit had been arousing too, but he had other things to do in his agenda, so he stopped the kissing, a trail of saliva connecting their muzzle for a second.
He looked down to his boyfriend, staring in his eyes when he spoke to him.
"I'm in the mood for some butt fun babe."
The otter's small ears tweaked and a lustful light appeared in his eyes. "You are?"
"Oh yes, I am."
"Will the big, mean dog let a small otter play with his ass?" Chris mused, punctuating his remark with a grope of the item in question.
"Yes. But first, the little otter has to lick that ass!" The rottie retorted back, ending their embrace.
"Of course, I want to taste some musk!" The other agreed while watching his boyfriend turning around and leaning over the hood of his police car.
"If you are, what are you waiting for? Get here and start doing your job!" Nick shouted at him over his shoulder, his back arched to give a better access to his rump and his stub of a tail wagging over the priced hole.
The otter walked to the rottie and fell on his knees behind him, his paws flying to those marvelously full cheeks and knotting the muscles there, which elicited a moan from the big dog. He felt those paws spread his cheeks, exposing his hairy hole to the privy eyes of his lover, but then it wasn't followed by the expected touch of a wet muscle.
"What are you staring at? My hole won't lick itself, so get going!" He barked, cocking an angry stare to his smirking lover.
"You really want to be the bottom today, don't you?" The otter teased the hunk rottie.
"Ahahaha, funny, but I'm not feeling any tongue right now!" He bucked his hips, almost slamming his ass in the face of Chris. Seeing that the teasing had reached its mark, the otter lowered his muzzle and pressed his nose against the canine's taint, getting a good sniff of it, before rising it enough to get to the right level, then dived his muzzle between the cheeks, extending his tongue while doing that.
Nick moaned at the feeling, the delicious sensation of a tongue licking his most vulnerable part, sending bolts of pleasure along his spine and to his throbbing cock.
"Oh fuck, that's it! Lick it, move that tongue, make my hole sleek with saliva!" The rottie rumbled, his eyes closed to better enjoy the rimming, while his lover was busy doing what he was asked for, licking his taint with movements of his ribbon of flesh, making circles and starting to chew on it a bit.
"Oh yeah, that's it, keep it up babe, I bet you can't fucking get your tongue inside!" The black canine dared his slim otter, and got the wished reaction of renewed efforts culminating in the tongue penetrating his hole a bit.
"Fuck, that feels good!" He cursed, then began to buck his hips so to emulate lovemaking. He could feel his excitement building up, and his hole getting more relaxed by the minute, prepared for something else now.
"Put your finger in me, then I'm ready enough." The rottie informed the ass-kissing otter, who, after a final lick, backed off from the musky valley between those cheeks.
"Someone is really into bottoming!" Chris smirked, and then accosted one finger, pressing it lightly.
"Yeah, I am, and the less you talk the sooner you can enjoy my ass!" The hunky male growled, not tolerating much the teasing. The otter just giggled and then added pressure with his finger until the dough-shaped muscle gave in, to the great pleasure of the penetrated dog; that finger moved a bit inside the taint, searching for the hidden button there and finding it easily, judging by how its owner moaned.
Chris began to finger fuck his lover, with remarkably easiness considering that the rottie didn't bottom so often; though, the low frequency was made up with his sheer passion, with him grunting and pushing back on the finger, his big cock jumping every time. In fact, he was dangerously going near his climax, something he didn't want to reach so soon.
"Just add another fucking finger, then you fucking fuck me!" He barked to his mate, who didn't even bother to answer him back or even speak since he knew that the rottie was unstoppable while in the heat of the action. He just added his second finger, scissoring them and thrusting them and so forth, until it seemed that the dog was as ready as he could be. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock to angle it, but not as fast as the muscled canine would have liked.
"Why are you so slow? Come on, fuck me already!" The cop taunted lustily.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you are too eager when you want to be the bitch!" The lutrine protested while accosting his cock to the prized hole and starting to push a bit.
"Because a real man needs to be fucked properly!" The other snapped back, and then he pushed his hips back, letting inside himself the tip of the otterhood. Both moaned to that feeling, but that didn't stop the pushing of the policefur, who kept it until his ass was pressed flush against his lover's crotch, their balls touching and marking the highest degree of intimacy they could reach.
Nick stayed still for a moment, to properly enjoy the cock of the man he loved, then started to buck his hips in a repetitive movement, not letting the otter take command and relegating him to the role of standing top. Not that he lamented, since the vision of his cock disappearing in that muscled rump thanks to the eager lust of the rottie was a very arousing one, plus the cop knew what he was doing very well and how to coerce the cum out of him.
So he stayed there, just grabbing his lover's hips and gently accompanying his movements, letting Nick do all the work. And he could do that so well, growling and moaning and looking tough even with a cock deep in him.
The rottie just loved that; he could control how deep the lutrine's cock went in him, from which angle, poking his prostate in just the right way. He didn't keep the same, old in and out bucking of his hips, but moved them to get that cock in different manners, and all the while trying to squeeze on it and to give the maximum pleasure he could to his lover.
He had been extremely excited before the true lovemaking began, so it was no wonder that he could feel the familiar pressure grow in his balls and his cock throbbing with each slap on his stomach.
"Nggh, I'm getting closer, jerk me!" He ordered his otter, who moaning extended his paw under the rottie to grab his huge pole, while now thrusting himself actively to reach his own climax.
"Oh fuck! I'm gonna-I'm gonna!" Nick tried to warn his lover after a few stroke, but then the pleasure washed upon him, taking away any words he could tell. His cock erupted stream after stream of pearly cum, coating the hand around it and falling o the grass, the rottie turned in a moaning bitch by the orgasm, which was increased by the stimulation of his own prostate and by the very place where he had been fucked.
The squeezing hole was all the otter needed he firmly grabbed the dog's hips again, coating his fur with the cum over one of his paws, and gave a few, deeper thrust before finally giving his load to the dog, with an elated "Yes!"
Feeling weak, the otter guided the exhausted cop to the ground, while keeping himself hilted in his lover, making both of them lie on one side to savor the afterglow.
"Did you like that, bitch?" The otter whispered in one triangular ear.
"Give me time to rest and I'll show you who the real bitch is!" The other murmured with a content tone, while his ass was still squeezing on the cock invading it.
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Schattenwald Teil 1 Kap 20 by Schattendrache
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#20 of Schattenwald Teil 1 + Teil 2 - Viel Spaß!! ^\_\_^ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ ...Markus hatte seine Krallen ausgefahren
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"German Language",
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"Story Series",
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Viel Spaß!! ^\_\_^
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...Markus hatte seine Krallen ausgefahren gelassen und war bereit sie jederzeit zu töten während sie langsam die Hand ausstreckte...
Zuerst berührte sie Markus nur ganz leicht am Kopf, dieser beobachtete sie mit seinem klaren Wolfsauge. „*Nun mach schon."* Luna schluckte, und wandte den Blick von den Zähnen auf sein verletztes Auge. Es sah nicht gut aus und Luna war es ein Rätsel warum die Kugel nicht tiefer in Markus Kopf vorgedrungen war. Sie legte eine Hand auf das verletzte Auge und beschwor ihre Magie, zuerst musste sie die Kugel entfernen. Markus hatte nichts gespürt, zumindest bis eben den da durch flammte ein Schmerz seinen Körper. Er grub seine Krallen in den Boden und unterdrückte den Reiz aufzuspringen und Luna auf der Stelle zu zerfleischen. Als sie aber unter ihre Jacke griff und ein Messer hervorzog wich Markus zurück und knurrte sie wütend an. „*Was soll das?! Ich sehe du hast nichts anderes als den Tod verdient!"* „Nein warte ich will dir nichts tun, ich muss die Kugel entfernen, vertraue mir Markus." Markus lachte innerlich ihr vertrauen? Das war schon lange vorbei. Aber er hatte keine Wahl so legte er sich noch einmal hin. Er spürte wie das kalte Messer in die Wunde eindrang, das süße brennen des Schmerzes, es juckte ihn in seinen Pranken zuzuschlagen.
Luna fühlte sich nicht wirklich wohl in ihrer Haut, ein Fehler und sie war Tod, genauso hoffte sie innständig dass sie niemand sehen würde, was würden die anderen denken, wenn ein Teranar vor ihr lag und sie sich an seinem Kopf zu schaffen machte ohne ihn zu töten? Dann langsam hatte sie die Kugel frei gelegt und holte sie aus dem Auge. Nachdem sie das geschafft hatte ließ sie ihre Magie in die Wunde strömen, allerdingst musste sie zuerst das Gift unschädlich machen.
Markus der die ganze zeit wachsam war und auch Lunas Magie spürte, stutze als sie einen Zauber zum neutralisieren von Gift anwandte. Jetzt vergifteten die Wächter ihre Kugeln schon, deswegen konnte mein Körper die Wunde nicht heilen, dachte er sich. Langsam wich der Schmerz und nur ein Stumpfes pochen blieb. „So das war es ich bin fertig, den Rest muss dein Körper selbst schaffen." Markus stand auf und schaute auf sie hinab. „*Soll das ein Scherz sein? Ich kann immer noch nichts sehen!"* „Halt Markus warte ich habe dein Auge mit einem Zauber belegt dieser verschwindet sobald es geheilt ist." Markus schaute sie noch einen Moment prüfend an, dann nickte er und sagte. „*Dann pass gut auf dein Leben auf Luna, es könnte schneller zu Ende sein als du denkst, und wage es nicht mir zu folgen oder mich noch einmal anzugreifen, das ist das erste und das letzte mal das ich dich verschont habe!"* Luna starrte Markus an, sie bewegte sich nicht. Markus drehte sich um und ging langsam auf die Schlucht zu. „Markus warte!" Markus blieb stehen und drehte seinen Kopf noch einmal zu ihr. „*Was gibt es denn?"* „Markus du sollst eines noch wissen, ich habe dich geliebt."
Markus drehte sich ganz zu ihr um und knurrte, dass konnte nicht war sein, sein ganzes Menschliches Leben war er ihr hinterhergerannt, im Wald wurde er im Stich gelassen, und jetzt wo alles zu spät war versuchte sie es wieder und gestand ihm ihre Liebe. „*Spar dir deine liebe für einen anderen auf, nicht für mich, wir sind Feinde und mehr nicht. Ich bin mit meinem Leben glücklich!"* Markus brüllte sie fast an, Luna war über seinen Tonfall so schockiert dass sie ihn nur ängstlich anstarrte und zurückwich. Markus drehte sich wieder um und rannte auf die Schlucht zu, er wollte sie nicht mehr sehen, er musste weg von diesem Ort. Die Schlucht kam immer näher, das Rauschen wurde lauter und dann spürte Markus wie seine Vorderpfoten die Kante der Schlucht berührten, er schaute nicht nach unten, sondern stieß sich mit aller Kraft die er hatte von dem Felsen ab. Markus zog seine Hinterläufe an und spürte den Wind in seinem Fell, er schien fast zu fliegen. Schneller als er dachte landete er sicher wieder auf allen vieren, seine Krallen kratzten über den Stein als er den Schwung abbremste. Markus drehte sich um und war selbst erstaunt welche Distanz er übersprungen hatte. Luna war nirgends zu sehen, so machte er sich daran weiter zu rennen, zu der die ihn wirklich liebte!
Zwei Tage brauchte Markus um der alten Höhle näher zu kommen, er hatte es aus den Gedanken der Tiere gelesen, oder vielmehr gespürt. Die Tiere hatten ihre Vorsicht verdoppelt und ihre Ängste wiesen ihm die Richtung. Am Abend des zweiten Tages hatte Markus noch ein Reh erlegt und sich satt und zufrieden unter eine Fichte gelegt um bis zum nächsten Morgen zu warten, dann wollte er zu der Höhle gehen.
Cindy und Zehra waren noch immer auf dem Felsen und genossen den Regen. Die Regentropfen wurden immer größer und bald fegte ein Platzregen über sie hinweg. „*Cindy wollen wir nicht wieder in die Höhle gehen?" „Nein ich will hier bleiben, der Regen ist doch nur halb so schlimm, außerdem ist es angenehm."* Zehra seufzte dann lehnte sie sich enger an Cindy um etwas von ihrer wärme abzubekommen. „*Du magst ja älter wie ich sein Cindy, aber schlauer bist du nicht."* Cindy knurrte sie spielerisch an. „*Wollen wir es ausfechten?" „Bei diesem Unwetter?!" „Ein Wolf muss immer bereit sein."* Zehra hatte Cindy noch während ihres letzten Satzes angestoßen und sie umgeworfen. Cindy ließ sich das nicht gefallen und drehte den Spies um sodass Zehra unter ihr lag. Beide grinsten sich mit hochgezogenen Lefzen an. Doch lange hielt das nicht den Zehra hatte Cindy einen weiteren Schups gegeben und war ihr so entwischt. „*Los Zehra komm raus, sich zu verstecken ist unfair." „Dann fang mich doch oh du schlaue Wölfin."* Cindys Augen blitzen, und sie schaute sich langsam um. Dann sah sie Zehra vor einem Felsen stehen, sie grinste und sprang auf Zehra zu. Doch Cindy krachte mit vollem Schwung gegen einen Felsen. „*Cindy?!"* Zehra kam hinter dem Felsen hervor und schaute ihre Freundin besorgt an. „*Geht es dir gut?" „Ich ... ich denke schon nur mein Kopf brummt etwas." „Warum bist du auch gegen den Felsen gesprungen?" „Du warst doch davor gestanden." „Nein ich hatte mich dahinter versteckt."* Cindy schaute etwas verwundert, während Zehra grinste und Cindy über den Kopf schleckte. Cindy murrte und wedelte mit ihrem Schweif. *„Das gefällt wohl jemanden was? Ich kann dich ja noch ein bisschen verwöhnen." „Das wäre schön"* Meinte Cindy begeistert. Zehra begann Cindy abzuschlecken und knabberte immer wieder liebevoll an ihr herum. Dies gefiel Cindy so, dass sie gar nicht mehr aufhörte zu murren. Aber noch etwas passierte, als Zehra immer weiter nach hinten wanderte kribbelte es in Cindy Körper, sie wollte es nicht hatte Angst davor aber sie wurde trotzdem Geil. Zehra entging das natürlich nicht, während sie mit Cindys Schweif beschäftigt war stieg ihr ein Intensiver Geruch in die Nase. Sie wusste nicht ganz was sie davon halten sollte, aber sie wollte Cindy verwöhnen und so schleckte sie über ihren Schambereich. Danach wich sie etwas zurück und wartete auf eine Reaktion von Cindy, doch diese hatte nur die Luft eingesogen, und ein heißer Schauer war durch ihren Körper gejagt. *„Zehra mach weiter das war richtig geil"* Zehra grinste begeistert, hatte sie Cindy wirklich wo weit gebracht? Schweifwedelnd machte sie sich daran ihren Kopf zwischen Cindys Hinterläufen zu versenken und sie nach allen Regeln der Kunst zu verwöhnen. Sie spürte wie Cindys Atem schneller wurde und die Wölfin fast schon stöhnte.
Cindy Knie wurden weich und sie sackte zu Boden, solche Gefühle hatte sie noch nie freiwillig gehabt, und sie hatte nie geglaubt das es sich so gut anfühlte. Sie drehte sich auf den Rücken und ließ sich den Regen auf die Schnauze fallen während Zehra über sie ging und wieder anfing an Cindys Schamlippen zu schlecken. Schon bald hatte Zehra ein schleimiges Sekret auf der Zunge, das erstaunlich gut schmeckte. Cindy war verdammt feucht, aber dies freute Zehra nur noch mehr und langsam begann auch ihr Sekret zu laufen. Bald tropfte etwas davon auf Cindy Schnauze, zuerst war sie verwundert und etwas angewidert, doch dann schleckte sie es weg und staunte wie gut Zehra schmeckte. Sie sah Zehras Weiblichkeit genau über ihr, die Versuchung war zu groß als das sie hätte wiederstehen können, so hob sie ihren Kopf etwas und schleckte zuerst zaghaft, dann immer stärker über Zehras Weiblichkeit. Zehra hob erstaunt den Kopf und keuchte laut, Cindy machte es wirklich gut. Zehra wurde verdammt Geil und in ihrem Köper spielten alle Gefühle verrückt, der Regen wich in den Hintergrund sie spürte nur noch Cindys raue Zunge in ihr. Zehra schluckte dann begann sie weiter an Cindy zu schlecken, auch ihr erging es nicht anders und Zehra drang mit ihrer Zunge tief ein. Cindy zuckte vor Erregung zusammen, so heftig war ein Schauer durch ihren Körper jagte. Es war ein imposantes Bild, zwei Wölfinnen die sich gegenseitig im Regen schleckten. Das Wasser tropfte an ihnen herunter, und doch konnte sie selbst der Donner nicht abhalten der in der Ferne grollte.
Cindy war ihrem Orgasmus schon so nahe das sie schon fast nicht mehr schlecken konnte, sie hatte die Augen geschlossen. Zehra spürte das Cindy bald so weit war doch bei ihr selbst fehlte es noch. Trotzdem machte sie jetzt intensiver weiter. Cindy hatte jegliche Hemmungen fallen lassen und stöhnte sich fast die Seele aus dem Leib, wellen der puren Lust schossen durch ihren Körper und dann kam sie so heftig das sie Zehra ihren Unterleib entgegen presste. Doch Zehra hielt dagegen und so zuckte Cindy mit dem Kopf nach oben und versenkte fast ihre Schnauze in Zehra. Diese war so überrascht und wurde von Cindy Schnurrharren an ihrem Kitzler so berührt das sie nicht mehr konnte. Die Geile Wölfin unter ihr, deren Sekret auf der Schnauze und dann noch das Schlecken an ihrer Weiblichkeit, war fast schon zufiel. Zehra kam kurz nach Cindy unter lautem knurren und stöhnen.
Schließlich sackte Zehra neben Cindy zu Boden, beide schauten sich tief in die Augen und wussten dass es wirklich Geil gewesen war und dass sie es vielleicht wiederholen würden. Cindy hatte nie erwartet das ein Weibchen ihr einen so heftigen Orgasmus entlocken konnte, und dann noch den ersten gewollten ihres Lebens. Sie machten sich gegenseitig noch sauber da jeder das Sekret des anderen noch auf dem Kopf hatte. *„Zehra ich hatte nie gedacht das es so schön sein kann einen Orgasmus zu bekommen." „Ich habe es schon lange versucht dir zu zeigen, doch bisher bist du jedem ausgewichen." „Ja das hat auch einen Grund..."* Cindy drehte ihren Kopf weg und klang plötzlich garnichtmehr so glücklich. Zehra schaute zu Boden und dachte kurz nach ehe sie sagte. *„Cindy du kannst mir vertrauen ich werde es niemanden erzählen und das weißt du auch, also was ist passiert?"* Nach einem Moment drehte sich Cindy wieder zu Zehra um und schaute sie liebevoll an. *„Du hast recht, ich habe es viel zu lange in mir verschlossen. Damals wurde ich von dem Mann gefunden, bei dem ich aufgewachsen bin, das weist du ja bereits." „Ja und was hat das mit Sex zu tun?" „Weist du Zehra, eines Abends lag ich vor dem Kamin, er kam zu mir her und kraulte mich überall, schließlich versenkte er seinen Finger in mir. Ich wusste nicht wie ich reagieren sollte und kannte niemanden außer ihn so ließ ich es zu. Mehr machte er an diesem Abend nicht, doch schon bald wollte er mehr und nahm es sich einfach. Er Fickte mich fast jeden zweiten Tag, und ich begriff dass es nicht recht war was er tat. Ich knurrte und drohte doch dann sperrte er mich ein und Kettete mich fest und machte weiter. Schließlich kamen Taiato und Emmra um mich zu befreien, und naja den Rest kennst du ja."* Zehra schaute ihre Freundin lange sorgenvoll an und kuschelte sich dann eng an sie während sie flüsterte. *„Es tut mir Leid Cindy, das habe ich nicht gewusst." „Es ist die Vergangenheit Zehra, man kann sie nicht mehr ändern, aber wollen wir nicht zurück in die Höhle gehen?"* Zehra war mehr als einverstanden in die Höhle zu gehen, beide waren sich einig über den Vorfall zu schweigen. Das Gewitter wurde heftiger und ein Blitz jagte den nächsten.
Den nächsten Tag verbrachten sie damit die Gegend nach Futter zu durchstreifen, fanden aber nichts, so wurde beschlossen das sie am nächsten Mittag weiter weg suchen würden. Als es so weit war brachen Cindy, Zehra und Taiato auf. Der Tag verging ohne dass sie etwas fanden, sie hatte sich weit von der Höhle entfernt. Doch im späten Abendlicht entdeckte Zehra plötzlich Spuren die so gar nicht zu einem normalen Tier passten. Sie waren so wie ihre Spuren, doch roch es komisch. Aber alle drei waren sich sicher eine Spur von dem Geruch eines Gosrambo zu riechen. Sie beschlossen dem Feind zu folgen und ihn zur Strecke zu bringen um Emmras und ihrer Jungen willen. Sie folgten der Spur, leise und vorsichtig, die Fährte schien kein konkretes Ziel zu haben, doch dann kamen sie an eine Stelle wo sich das Wesen hingelegt hatte, die Spuren danach verrieten das es auf der Jagd war. „*Na toll, jetzt sind sie nicht nur in unserem Gebiet sondern sie fressen uns auch noch unser Essen weg."* Knurrte Taiato. „*Ach Taiato, wir werden das Wesen schon erwischen, auch wenn ich gespannt bin was es ist."*
Sie gingen weiter, und nicht lange danach fanden sie den Kadaver eines Rehes. Es waren noch ein paar Fleischstücke daran und da sie den ganzen Tag noch nichts gehabt hatten fraßen sie sie auf. „*Wir sind höchstens eine halbe Stunde hinter dem Tier." „Ja älter ist die Fährte nicht, das heißt wir werden es bald erwischen." „Das wird ein Spaß!" „Sei dir da nicht so sicher Cindy, es könnte gefährlich sein." „Nein wir sind die Gefährlichsten!"* Cindy schüttelte den Kopf und zeigte ihre Zähne. „*Cindy du weist das dies nicht stimmt."* Seufzend schaute Cindy zu Boden und sagte. „*Ja er ist stärker als wir, aber es ist die Magie." „An ihn dachte ich jetzt nicht."* Die drei gingen weiter durch den dichten Wald. Nun lief die Spur wieder geradeaus und genau in der Richtung der Höhle. Die drei wurden langsam schneller und dann wussten sie dass sie zurück mussten, die anderen beiden waren in Gefahr und vor allem die Jungen. Weit waren sie noch nicht gekommen als Zehra überrascht abbremste und Taiato und Cindy sie fast über den Haufen rannten. „*Zehra was ist den verdammt noch mal los?" „Cindy bleib ruhig schau dort!"*
Cindy folgte Zehras Pfote und schaute zu einer mächtigen Fichte, zuerst sah sie nichts außergewöhnliches, doch dann entdeckte sie einen riesigen Schatten der unter der Fichte lag, zusätzlich führten die Spuren zu diesem Baum. Langsam schlichen die drei sich etwas näher an den Schatten heran. „*Schau dir den an, wie groß er ist und diese Muskeln." „Habe ich dir etwa zu wenig?"* Zehra rollte mit den Augen und sagte. „*Taiato du weist das ich nur dich liebe."* Cindy konnte Zehra ganz gut verstehen, denn unter dem schwarzen Fell hoben sich die Muskeln deutlich hervor. Der Brustkorb des Wesens hob und senkte sich langsam, also schlief es. Ein kalter Schauer berührte Cindy als sie den mächtigen Geist spürte. „*Sein Geist ist sehr mächtig." „Cindy woher willst du das wissen?"* Cindy schaute erstaunt zu Zehra und dann wunderte sie sich selbst, woher wusste sie das? Langsam ging sie noch ein Stück näher und musterte das Tier. Der Schock der sie traf ließ sie erstarren, dieses schwarze Fell diese Muskeln der Geist, alles war wie bei ihm und doch konnte er es nicht sein, der Geruch stimmte gar nicht es roch wie ein Mischling. Verwirrte schüttelte Cindy den Kopf, ihr Geist kämpfte gegen ihre Gefühle die ihr eindeutig sagten dass es Markus war. „*Cindy was ist mir dir?"* Doch auch Zehra hatte begriff was los war und nun begriff es auch Taiato. „*Was haben sie mit ihm gemacht?" „Vielleicht waren es die Wächter und jetzt soll er uns töten, wir müssen Shirko und Emmra warnen."* Doch es war bereits zu spät Markus hatte sie gespürt und schlug sein Auge auf. Das rote Leuchten viel ihnen sofort auf und jetzt war kein Irrtum mehr möglich. Langsam stand Markus auf, er betrachtete die drei vor sich, ihre Haltung war drohend und feindlich, sie hatten sich eng zusammengestellt. Es würde schwer werden sie anzugreifen. Doch noch während Markus diese Gedanken hatte trafen ihn zwei Dinge, das erste waren Gefühle die er schon lange nicht mehr gehabt hatte, seit er Cindy verlassen hatte und das zweite war das Bild einer wunderschönen Wölfin. „*Cindy...."* Und dann traf ihn ein Geruch der ihn fast überwältigte, es war Cindy da gab es kein Zweifel mehr, Markus hatte vor Freude Tränen in den Augen, er wusste nicht was er sagen sollte ihm blieb jedes Wort im Hals stecken. „*Vorsicht er kommt!" „Markus bleib weg von uns oder wir müssen dich angreifen." „Aber... was soll das? Ich will euch nichts tun."*
Verstört blieb Markus stehen, doch in diesem Moment drehte sich Cindy mit einem heulen um und verschwand, Taiato jagte ihr hinterher und Zehra stand alleine da. Markus wollte den beiden schon folgen als sich Zehra ihm in den Weg stellte und knurrte. „*Du bleibst hier, ich lasse nicht zu das du ihr etwas tust!" „Aber ich will ihr nichts tun Zehra!" „Nein und was hast du getan? Du hast sie verlassen mit ihren Gefühlen gespielt und nur um deine eigenen Ziele zu verfolgen."* Das traf Markus hart er schaute Zehra an und fletschte die Zähne. „*Du weist nicht was ich durchgemacht habe! Meinst du ich habe die Qualen zum Spaß durchlebt? Das Schicksal so vieler beendet? Nein es war die reinste Folter und jetzt willst du mir das nehmen was ich die ganze Zeit vermisst habe?!"* Markus knurrte und rannte auf Zehra zu, dann holte er in seiner Wut aus und schlug sie nieder, Zehra landete auf der Seite und im nächsten Moment war Markus über ihr und knurrte sie wütend an. „*Meinst du ich habe nur noch ein Auge weil es so schöner ist? Spüre das was ich durchlebt habe und dann wirst du mich verstehen!"* Markus ließ seine Magie durch sie Strömen und dann griff er nach Zehras Bewusstsein, er zwang sie seine Gedanken anzusehen, Zehra wehrte sich anfangs, hatte aber keine Chance gegen ihn, doch dann begann sie zu begreifen. Markus zeigte ihr nicht alle Ereignisse aber einige wichtige. Er schaute ihr entschlossen in die Augen und sagte noch einmal. *„Ich werde euch nichts tun, ich gehöre zu euch!"\_Markus ging wieder von ihr runter und setzte sich mit dem Rücken zu ihr hin. „\_Ich wollte dir nicht weh tun aber du...."* Zehra unterbrach Markus und stand langsam wieder auf. „*Es tut mir leid Markus ich habe dich völlig falsch eingeschätzt, verzeih mir bitte."* Zehra ging zu ihm und schleckte ihm über die Wange. Markus seufzte und schaute sie an. Diese Geste zeigte ihm dass sie ihn wieder akzeptiert hatte und das war gut, jetzt musste er nur noch Cindy überzeugen. „*Wirst du mir helfen Zehra?" „Ja das werde ich, Markus sie liebt dich mehr als du dir denken kannst." „Doch Zehra ich weis es, ich fühle es und ich liebe sie genauso."* Die beiden liefen los zurück zu den Höhlen, wo sie hofften Cindy zu finden, Markus machte sich ernsthafte Sorgen um sie.
Es dauerte nicht lange und sie kamen bei der Höhle an. Zehra drehte sich zu ihm um und sagte. „*Bleib hier und warte bis ich dich hole. Ich weis nicht ob Emmra oder Shirko es wollen das du in die Höhle kommst." „Warum sollten sie das nicht wollen?" „Du wirst es früh genug erfahren."* Zehra zwinkerte ihm zu dann verschwand sie im Höhleneingang, Markus setzte sich davor hin und begutachtete die Umgebung. Es roch wirklich strak nach Wölfen, er war lange weg gewesen das er diesen Geruch so wahrnahm, aber vielleicht war er einfach anderes gewohnt. Ansonsten war alles noch genauso wie vorher. Langsam begannen die Grillen zu zirpen und ein leichter Herbstwind wehte durch die Bäume und trug das Laub davon. Hier musste es vor einiger Zeit heftig Gewittert haben.
Markus fragte sich schon ob sie sich alle aus dem Staub gemacht hatten als endlich Shirko aus der Höhle kam, gefolgt von Taiato. Beide blieben ein paar Meter vor Markus stehen machten aber keinerlei Drohgebärden. „*Nun so kommt der verlorene Sohn wieder zurück." „Shirko du weist tief in dir das ich weg musste." „Warum kommst du jetzt zurück?"* Markus überlegte kurz, er konnte nicht sagen weil ihn die Wächter überall jagten, das verschwieg er lieber so sagte er einen anderen Grund der aber auch der Wahrheit entsprach und der Hauptgrund war. „*Das fragst du noch? Weist du wie es ist von deinem Partner getrennt zu sein? Wenn du das weist dann weist du wen ich vermisst habe und für wen ich sterben würde. Außerdem habe ich etwas erlernt was sehr wichtig war." „Nun gut diesen Grund lass ich zählen und was hast du gelernt? So wie du riechst hast du dich mit einem Gosrambo herumgetrieben, und das wissen wir schon lange. Was hat dich dazu gebracht?" „Shirko es ist anders als du denkst, ich rettete sein Leben und dafür war er mir dankbar und mit seiner Hilfe habe ich gelernt die Magie zu beeinflussen."* Das hatte gesessen, Shirko schnappte abrupt zu und starrte Markus eindringlich in sein rotes Auge, dann sagte er ernst. „*Markus das soll ich glauben? Es hat noch nie einen Teranar gegeben der so etwas gemacht hat, auch wenn ich weis das es bei dir anders ist wie bei uns, aber was ist überhaupt mit deinem Auge passiert?" „Das ist eine längere Geschichte und wenn dann erzähle ich sie allen, darf ich zu Cindy?"* Jetzt mischte sich Taiato ein und sagte. „*Markus sie ...." „Ich bin hier, lasst mich mit ihm alleine!"* Taiato und Shirko drehten sich um und schauten Cindy an die im Höhleneingang stand, dann schauten sie kurz zu Markus und gingen beide langsam zurück, Shirko schien noch etwas zu Cindy zu sagen dann war er mit Taiato im dunkeln verschwunden. Cindy und Markus musterten sich gegenseitig. Cindys Blick zeigte erstaunen während Markus nur glücklich und angespannt war. Die Schönheit dieser wunderbaren Wölfin viel ihm wieder ins Auge, sie war zum anbeißen. „*Markus ich habe immer gehofft dass du zurückkommst, aber was ist mit dir passiert?" „Ich hatte ein paar unliebsame Begegnungen und mein Auge, das wird wieder heilen."* Cindy nickte und hatte plötzlich großes Interesse ihre Pfote zu säubern, beobachtete Markus aber noch. Markus hatte eine Anspannung in sich, die für ihn unerträglich wurde, er wollte zu ihr wollte mit ihr kuscheln und zeigen wie gern er sie hatte. Cindy hörte auf ihre Pfote abzuschlecken und ging langsam ein paar Schritte vor, Markus tat es ihr gleich und dann war der Bann gebrochen beide stürmten aufeinander zu und sprangen sich an. Freudig winselnd rieb Cindy ihren Kopf heftig an Markus Schulter, dieser knabberte ihr liebevoll am Ohr und schleckte sie wild ab. Die beiden umkreisten sich mehrfach und Markus sprang Cindy an, diese ließ sich auf den Rücken rollen. Markus schaute sie liebevoll an und Cindy sagte. „*Du weist nicht wie ich dich vermisst habe, es war die schlimmste Zeit meines Lebens." „Cindy ich habe dich auch so sehr vermisst, aber jetzt kann ich uns beiden helfen und ich verspreche dir dich nie mehr alleine zu lassen, egal was passiert, selbst der Tod wird uns nicht trennen."* Beide schauten sich tief in die Augen, ihre Nasen berührten sich leicht. „*Ich liebe dich Cindy." „Ich dich auch Markus."* Markus schloss die Augen und schmiegte sich eng an Cindy. Schließlich lagen sie aneinander gekuschelt an den Felsen. Markus hatte seinen Kopf auf Cindys Schulter gelegt und seufzte glücklich, wie sehr hatte er das vermisst, die ganze Anspannung war weg alle Sorgen waren vergessen. So sollte es ewig blieben. *„Markus, wenn du dann mit in die Höhle gehst, sei nicht überrascht Emmra hat Nachwuchs bekommen."* Markus hob überrascht den Kopf und schaute Cindy an. „*Was? wirklich? Das ist ja toll." „Ja sie sind niedlich und deswegen waren wir auch so ... aufgebracht als du kamst." „Ich würde meinem Rudel nie etwas tun und ihr könnt euch sicher sein das ich euch mit meinem Leben verteidige."* Cindy brummte glücklich und beide verfielen in schweigen, sagen mussten sie sich nichts mehr, sie waren enger im Geiste verbunden als je zuvor.
Es war fast Mitternacht als die beiden schließlich aufstanden und in die Höhle gingen. Markus ging zuerst zu Emmra und schaute sich neugierig die Jungen an, sie schliefen an Emmras Seite, auch wenn er nicht ganz hinging, er wollte Emmra nicht zu nahe kommen, schließlich war er lange weggewesen. Aber das reichte ihm schon, er gab Emmra einen liebevollen gedanklichen stoß was sie mit einem grinsen bestätigte. Nun wusste Markus dass er wirklich wieder dazugehörte. Dann ging er zu Zehra und Taiato bei denen Cindy schon lag. Kaum hatte er sich hingesetzt kam auch schon die erste Frage von Taiato. „*Jetzt erzähl aber was mit deinem Auge passiert ist."* Markus überlegte kurz, aber da keiner schlief bis auf die Jungen nickte er und sagte. „*Nun ich war viel unterwegs, selten alleine, und ich hatte etliche unliebsame Begegnungen. Auf meinem Rückweg wurde ich von den Wächtern angegriffen, sie haben mich mit vergifteten Kugeln beschossen, dabei verlor ich ein Auge. Aber es ist auf dem Weg der Heilung."* Markus erzählte noch einiges was er erlebt hatte und berichtete von der Magie. Doch keiner wollte ihm so recht glauben, bis er es ihnen bewies. Markus stellte sich ein Gitter am Höhlenausgang vor. Und binnen weniger Sekunden waren massive Stahlstäbe am Ausgang, jetzt kam keiner mehr hinaus oder herein. Den anderen stand der Mund offen und eisernes Schweigen herrschte in der Höhle, Markus ließ einen Teil der Stäbe wieder verschwinden sodass sie noch hinauskamen. Die anderen schienen sich gar nicht mehr einzukriegen, bis endlich Shirko das Schweigen brach und sagte. „*Das...das ist einfach unglaublich. Wie hast du das so schnell gelernt?"* Markus antwortete mit einer ernsten Stimme. „*Das bleibt mein Geheimnis, es ist vielleicht gut wenn ihr manche Dinge nicht wisst."* Doch damit hatte er genau das Gegenteil erreicht, jetzt schienen alle wissen zu wollen was los gewesen war, doch es blieb nur bei dem Gefühl, wirklich fragen wollte scheinbar keiner. So blieb es in der Höhle still, Markus kuschelte sich an Cindy und genoss ihre Körperwäre, das hatte er am meisten vermisst. Er schob seinen Kopf unter Cindys Vorderläufe und sie legte ihren Kopf direkt neben den von Markus. Sie brummte ihn noch liebevoll an, dann schliefen sie glücklich ein. Markus wusste dass er es geschafft hatte, das Rudel hatte ihn wieder aufgenommen.
Fortsetzung folgt wie immer ^\_^
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Saturday Evening with Friends by JessFoxx
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#1 of Chase - Saturday Evening with Friends By: Jessica Whisper Foxx For Chase, watching porn videos with her two closest male friends was a typical Saturday evening. Glen, a husky, was an amateur photographer/director who enjoyed staring in his own videos. He used Chase, a red fox vixen, and
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"Exhibitionism",
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"Husky",
"M/F",
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"Shaving",
"Vixen",
"Watersports",
"shaved"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10142-saturday-evening-with-friends
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Saturday Evening with Friends
By: Jessica Whisper Foxx
For Chase, watching porn videos with her two closest male friends was a typical Saturday evening. Glen, a husky, was an amateur photographer/director who enjoyed staring in his own videos. He used Chase, a red fox vixen, and Nick, a male red fox, as his pre-release audience before his final editing process and initial Internet posting. These preview sessions frequently ended with Chase masturbating her two male friends. She would even allow Glen to photograph her servicing Nick, though she always made him promise never to release the pictures to the public. Glen was always trying to convince her to star in one of his videos but she always refused. Chase's biggest fear, and secret turn on, was the humiliation of being publicly exposed as a slut.
It was Saturday evening and Chase was sitting in Glen's studio watching his latest "creative masterpiece" with him and Nick. On the screen Glen was leading a female sheep, muzzled and leashed, into the same studio they were sitting in. Despite the attempts to make it appear as if she were being led against her will, it was obvious that the ewe was happy to be there.
Chase turned to Glen with a mischievous grin. "The bondage angle would work so much better if she weren't rubbing against you like that. Are you about to do to her what I think you are?"
Glen lightly swatted her across her muzzle by way of an answer. "Shut up and watch."
On the screen, Glen was explaining to the bound sheep that he was going to fleece her and make her walk home without her fur or any clothing. He taunted that everyone would be able to see what a whore she was.
Chase was trying to keep her excitement contained but she kept imagining herself in the same situation. She wasn't normally this excited by Glen's videos. This time, she was already having trouble keeping herself from squirming. Her tail was twitching excitedly in spite of her best efforts to keep it still and she found herself moving onto the floor closer to the screen.
Nick made a show of sniffing the air, "god, Chase, the action hasn't even started and you're already soaking wet." Nick caught her tail and gave it a quick tug.
Chase couldn't help the squeak of excitement that escaped her muzzle, or the shiver that swept down her spine at having her tail pulled. She was embarrassed by the smirk Nick and Glen shared at her expense but did her best to ignore it. She was so engrossed by the video that she failed to notice Glen and Nick whispering and nodding in her direction. She also missed Glen getting up and leaving the room set up as his studio.
On the screen, Glen had pulled out a set of fleecing sheers and was taunting the sheep about how he was going to leave her humiliated for the entire world to see.
Glen had his studio designed to record video from multiple angles simultaneously. After recording was complete, he would be able to gather footage from all angles and edit everything together into one complete video. Nick was taking advantage of Chase's captivation by going around the room and turning on all of these cameras. Glen returned to the studio a few moments later carrying the same pair of sheers that were being used on the sheep in the movie. He quickly set up an extension cord and approached Chase with Nick right at his side.
On the screen, Glen had just turned on the pair of fleecing sheers. He did the same thing a few feet behind Chase. Glen and Nick kneeled over her from either side as the video Glen ran his sheers through the ewe's fur for the first time. Nick grabbed Chase's scruff and Glen ran the fleecing sheers through her fur from the base of her tail to her neck.
Chase yipped and froze in surprise. Glen didn't give her a chance to recover; he ran the sheers through her fur a second and third time. Nick held her scruff in a vice grip with one paw and her muzzle with the other. Chase finally realized what was happening and started struggling half-heartedly. She was more aroused than she had ever been and her lust was keeping her from giving more than a token resistance. As Glen continued fleecing her back she found herself raising her butt to meet the sheers. Glen laughed at her and ran the sheers through the fur on her left haunch. The fur on her back was now extremely short stubble.
Glen leaned to her ear and spoke loudly enough for the camera to pick up. "I know you're enjoying this. Cooperate. I've already finished your back so there isn't any point stopping now anyway. You may as well let yourself enjoy the rest. Do you understand, slut? It's too late to stop now!" He emphasized his point by taking another streak of fur from her butt.
Chase only whined in lust and lifted her rear to give Glen easier access. Glen handed Nick the sheers and pulled Chase into a standing position holding her tightly to his chest and spreading her legs. Nick kneeled in front of her and began fleecing her legs, thighs, and crotch. Chase's muzzle was now free to protest her treatment, but all she did was pant. It was very obvious to the cameras that she was enjoying herself. Nick made short work on the fur below her waist and began working the sheers through the fur on her tummy and sides. Her fur was falling from her and piling up on the ground at her hind paws, leaving Chase with very little cover.
Since Nick was finished with her lower body, Glen lowered Chase to her back and let her lie there without restraint as Nick continued removing her fur. He returned a moment later with an electric razor for closer work, a bottle of Nair, and a pair of rubber kitchen gloves to protect the fur on his paws.
Chase unwittingly allowed the cameras to capture every moment as Nick completed his task removing the last of the fur from her body. They left only her tail and head untouched.
Glen began shaving the fur stubble even closer around her soaking pussy. Chase could only lie there and whine pathetically as Glen left her even more exposed. He then handed Nick the razor and pulled on his rubber gloves, squeezing a generous amount of Nair into one paw. Glen started rubbing the Nair into her crotch, using his paw to shape the area that would soon be completely bare. Nick began copying the process with the fur around her nipples as Glen held her legs apart and let the Nair melt away the last bit of covering from her pussy. Once Nick was finished with her nipples, he and Glen traded places. Nick moved to hold her legs open for the cameras and to keep Chase from inadvertently spreading the Nair while Glen repeated the treatment around her nipples.
Once the Nair finished melting away Chase's last covering, Glen and Nick washed away the chemicals. They stood over her for a moment to admire their work as Chase explored her, now bare, sex with her paws. Glen grabbed his camera and began photographing Chase lying in a pile of her own fur, her pussy and nipples exposed for the whole world.
Nick kneeled between her legs and began teasing the furless flesh around Chase's pussy, causing her to moan and squirm with renewed vigor. Chase was practically crying with need, she rolled onto all four paws, flagged her tail high, and pressed her rear into Nick.
Nick laughed cruelly at the vixen and stepped away. "Do you want me to fuck you? Will you give me anything I ask for if I fuck you now?"
Chase turned and nuzzled Nick's crotch, whining. "Please, God, I'll do anything you ask if you just fuck me. Please!"
Nick stepped around behind her and yanked her tail up, shoving his pained cock into her cunt in one quick thrust. He bit into her neck hard enough to draw a small amount of blood and began humping her fast and hard with no concern for her release at all. At that moment his friend was just a whore, there for no purpose other than Nick's own pleasure.
Nick had been in painful need of release before he penetrated Chase and he tied with her in less than a minute. Chase whined and tried to keep moving against him, having barely missed her own orgasm, but Nick just growled at her and held her neck tighter. He pulled her firmly against him as he pumped his seed into her aching pussy.
Glen frantically took pictures as Nick humped into, and tied with, Chase. Glen was also painfully aroused from fleecing his friend, and seeing Nick using Chase for his own pleasure was too much. Glen moved around to her head, taking one last picture of her face before dropping his camera and presenting his own cock to her muzzle. Glen massaged his own knot as Chase lapped desperately at his shaft. Glen didn't have much restraint left either; he quickly succumbed to his paws and Chase's tongue. He grabbed her muzzle with his left paw to keep her from licking any of it up and squeezed his knot with his right, making sure to cover as much of her head as possible as he milked every drop of cum from his body. He held her muzzle shut for a moment longer, then allowed her to lick his cock clean. Chase was very thorough, even managing to get her tongue into Glen's sheath. Glen was getting excited again, but he restrained himself and walked away from her. He picked his camera back up and took a few pictures of her head dripping with his cum.
Nick managed to pull his cock out of her a moment later. He moved to Chase's head and presented his shaft for a similar cleaning as Glen moved around to snap pictures of her bare, cum soaked, cunt. Nick was more spent than Glen and didn't stay hard. Instead of walking away as Glen had, he pulled away from her muzzle and pushed her down to the floor. Nick aimed his cock at Chase and began spraying her with urine. He sneered at her and barked an order, "Roll in it slut! Let me mark you as the whore that you are."
Nick was a bit surprised when Chase complied with his demand. She rolled onto her back to allow his stream to cover as much of her as possible and then started rubbing her body into the urine on the floor, working Nick's scent into every inch of her body after the stream of his urine dried up.
Glen decided not to miss the opportunity. He set his camera back down and began "scent marking" her as well. She was just as enthusiastic for him as she had been for Nick, posing to allow him to spray every area of her body and rubbing his scent into her the stubble that remained of her fur.
The video cameras continued recording her lowest moments, Chase remaining unaware that they were turned on.
After Nick and Glen were finished marking her, she looked up at them and pleaded once again. "Please, I need to cum, please fuck me." Chase was whining with need, the cameras catching every word. "Please, you said you would fuck me. I'll do whatever you want, just fuck me."
Nick and Glen grinned at each other. Glen asked her with a condescending smirk, "will you give me anything I ask for if I fuck you?"
Chase crawled over to him and whimpered, "I already promised that I would, now fuck me."
Glen snickered to himself and moved around to Chase's rear, pulling her tail up. He was still fairly aroused, but he had much more self control this time. He slowly pushed his cock into her well-lubricated pussy bringing a gasp of pleasure from Chase. He grasped her neck with his teeth and started humping her in steady motions, increasing the cadence as he went. Chase was moaning beneath him, pressing herself back to meet his thrusts. The scent of Nick's and his urine was actually becoming a bit of a turn off for him, but he was now more concerned with pleasing his Vixen friend than with his own second cum. He kept himself excited by imagining the work ahead of him, editing together a video and arranging the pictures he had captured.
Chase had been kept in a heightened state of arousal for such a long period that she was able to cum quickly to Glen's fast and steady thrusting. The video cameras were able to catch the look of ecstasy and relief as her orgasm dragged a loud yip from her throat.
Glen humped for a few moments longer before pushing his knot into her. He tried to lick her ear affectionately but settled for holding her close and cuddling when he couldn't find a clean spot for his tongue. Chase fell asleep in his arms.
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Chase woke Sunday morning on Glen's studio bed. She was covered in a comfortable blanket and still smelled strongly of submission to her two friends. Nick was curled up on the couch and Glen was working quietly at his computer.
Chase dragged herself out of bed and started walking over to Glen. She changed her mind midway and veered toward a full-length mirror hanging on one wall to examine herself. The fur all over her body, except for her tail and head, was obscenely short and didn't leave much protection. Her pussy and nipples were completely bare and she had dried cum all over her muzzle, head, and running from her pussy down her inner thighs.
Chase was having trouble deciding whether or not to panic. The thought of going to work the next day looking like a well used slut was scaring the hell out of her, but she was also aroused at the thought. She was saved from having to make a decision when Nick walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.
Nick began rubbing his hard cock between her legs. "God you look and smell so good. I still can't believe you let us do that to you."
Chase moaned and spread her legs. "I can't believe I let you do this to me either. I have to go to work looking like this tomorrow." She squeaked as Nick pushed into her and began slowly thrusting into her.
"I wouldn't worry about your appearance. We didn't touch your head or tail, so just dress conservatively and you'll be fine. You should be worried about your scent though. You didn't wash yourself off last night and our scent has set into your body. I'm not sure if you'll be able to wash the smell off by tomorrow. You are going to smell like a well used whore to anyone with a decent nose." Nick continued thrusting slowly into her as he was saying this.
The thought of returning to work, still carrying the scent of her submission and knowing that she would have to be careful not to reveal the state of her fur, was beginning to arouse Chase even more. She was mewling in pleasure as Nick started thrusting faster.
Glen stayed at his computer, glancing occasionally at the two foxes. He had been up all night editing the multiple camera angles into one video and getting the still photos cropped and edited. He was just about finished.
Glen called over to Nick, "bring her over here, I want some of her too."
Nick led her awkwardly over to Glen's computer station, refusing to pull his cock out of Chase as they relocated. Chase wasted no time bending down to lick and suck Glen's cock as he went back to working on the computer above her. Nick began humping into Chase, holding onto her hips for support.
Glen spoke to her, never moving his eyes from the computer screen. "Do you remember last night? You said twice that you would give us anything, do anything, if we gave you the release you needed?" He pushed her head back to his cock when she started to rise and answer answer. "Don't stop, I know you remember. We recorded video of the entire event and I have just finished editing it." He pushed her head down to his cock a second time when she jerked up in surprise. "I have always wanted you to star in one of my videos, but you always refuse. You won't even allow me to post any pictures I take of you."
Glen paused, looking down at her with a kind of possessive satisfaction. "Last night, you gave me permission to post my video and pictures when you promised me anything I wanted." He scritched behind her ears affectionately and she returned to licking.
The butterflies in her stomach were multiplying rapidly, but she was also strangely pleased at the idea of having her video on the Internet. Chase was confused, but she decided to continue enjoying the sexual moment with her friends. Nick was now humping savagely into her and Glen's cock was rewarding her continued efforts with a taste of pre-cum.
Glen continued talking, "I have my FTP client open. It's ready to upload all of the pictures and video to my website. All I have to do is tell it to 'send' and you are my newest celebrity. All I have to do is hit 'enter'. I may even email the link to all of your other friends."
Chase was now licking frantically and Nick was slamming his knot into her. She felt humiliated, but she was also extremely aroused by what Glen was about to do to her. With one last vicious thrust, Nick tied with her pushing Chase over the edge of her own orgasm. Chase surprised everyone, especially herself, by reaching her paw up and hitting the "enter" key on Glen's keyboard. Her surprising action was enough to bring Glen off. He began spraying his cum down Chase's throat with a howl of victory.
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Krystal and Chase: Evacuation P2 by Cadpigv2
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#7 of Krystal and Chase The second part of Evacuation, and the approach of a new enemy for Krystal and Chase to face. Plus the introduction of a couple of other characters who might make appearances later on in the stories. Honestly, not one of my best works at the time, but this was written a few
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"Fanfiction",
"Female",
"Fox",
"Krystal",
"Male",
"Starfox",
"Story Progression",
"Vulpine"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464608-krystal-and-chase-evacuation-p2
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Krystal and Chase: Evacuation
Part two: Before
That night, something happened. A jaguar walked down the hallway of one of the many orbital defense monitoring stations on the base. He was shaking his head, unable to comprehend what had just been told to him. "It's got to be a misunderstanding." He was thinking to himself as he tapped at a keypad beside a steel door, "There's no other explanation." The door slid open and the jaguar walked in, looking at the mix of humans and furries in the room. As he did, the few guards in the room saluted him. "At ease." The jaguar stated, "What've we got." "We don't really know. Our systems detected a rift opening about an hour ago. Then this thing appeared." A human replied, "But whatever it is, it's huge. And it's not responding to any hailing frequency so far." "Show me." The jaguar said. On a huge viewing monitor in the front of the room appeared a giant black vessel. It was in the shape of a boomerang, but with several very large and apparent energy cannons and one sub orbital mass driver weapon. But it was alone. "Are there any other rifts opening?" the jaguar asked. "No sir." The human said after a brief pause, "And it's not moving; it's just sitting there." "Keep trying to hail it." The jaguar replied, "But if it makes a hostile move you have permission to fire the defensive barrage." Before the human could reply, a wolf sat up suddenly. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked to the jaguar. "Sir, we have a response." She said, "But it's not good." "Do we have any identification as to who this is?" The jaguar asked. "That's the bad news." The wolf replied. The jaguar's eyes widened when she said the name of the one aboard the vessel. For the first time in a long time, fear entered his mind. "Do they have any demands?" The jaguar asked. "That the corporation surrenders its installations on this planet." The wolf stated. As she listened more to the incoming transmission, she stated, "They're giving us a three day waiting period before they come in by force. It's not us they want right now, but our tech." The jaguar sighed as one of the guards shrugged, "They can't be serious. Nothing can get by the orbital guns in one piece." Just then, the viewing screen proved him wrong. The ship's left most cannon began to glow as energy built up deep within its firing chamber. Before anyone could say a word, the cannon fired a brilliant beam of red, high speed energy. The bolt passed through several of the orbital guns, each one exploding violently once the beam passed through it. Just a suddenly as it had fired, the gun stopped glowing. Then, without warning, the mass driver near the center of the vessel fired. With a bright flash, a massive shot raced through the debris of the destroyed guns and down towards the planet, rocking the ship back a little. Seconds later, reports came flooding in about something completely obliterating one of the orbital defense stations. "They're serious." The jaguar stated, "At dawn we begin evacuation of the base. But keep the mercenaries on high alert. We'll need as many of them as we can get if things escalate." The wolf nodded and called the command center. \* \* \* Over the next two days, the evacuation took place. Employees, miners, families, and many others had left towards whatever planet they had come from or to secure outposts near various colonies. The mercenaries had been ordered to stay, but Chase had other plans. "Chase, you know if they find out about this-" Krystal had begun when Chase placed a hand on her shoulder. "They won't." The fox replied. "How can you be so sure?" Krystal asked. With a smile, Chase handed her something. When the vixen looked down at it, she realized it was an employee badge. "How did you-?" She began when Chase placed a finger on her nose. "Don't thank me. Thank Hiigan." Chase smirked, "He made the arrangements. Until this defensive op is over, you're his assistant. Since he is still in charge of the two of us, he agreed to take you to the next installation where the mercs will head if things get too hot for us to handle here. Bianca will watch over you from there until I get back." Krystal sighed sadly as her ears lowered. Chase hugged her tight, letting her nose his neck fur once more. "Just...just be careful, ok?" Krystal asked softly. Chase nodded, "I'll try to be." Krystal smiled a little, "Liar." Chase shrugged and watched as she met Hiigan for evacuation. \* \* \* Finally, the third day had come. With all of the essential personnel evacuated and most of the non essential currently begin evaced; the mission for most of the mercenaries was simple. Defend the remaining transports at any cost until they can safely jump to the evacuation coordinates with the rest of the corporation's employees. So, Chase stood beside one of the only fighting vehicles capable of defending the transports as they left the planet, the Phoenix GX4 interceptor. His favorite of all the interceptor models due to its abilities and easy-to-handle load out. The sleek, gray craft sat in the hanger with several others like it, all of them with a different colored tail stripe to identify them. Chase's was red. Its wings were near middle instead of near the engines, but they were still in a swept wing design to increase maneuverability and agility in combat. The main thrusters and afterburners were increased in power and size for increased speed. Perfect for the run-and-gun missions the craft was designed for. Twin, rapid-fire gauss miniguns on each wing and two pulse laser cannons hidden near the nose of the craft made for a more effective attack run. These guns had the power to rip apart enemy crafts. Plus, missiles were hidden in the body of the Phoenix, but it held fewer missiles to cope with the decrease in the size compared to Fox's Arwing or Wolf's Wolfen crafts. Unfortunately, it wasn't the perfect craft. Like most interceptors, it had less shielding power and the hull wasn't as thick to incorporate speed and maneuverability instead of the ability to fight for extended dogfights. So the Phoenix interceptor was faster and a better range of firepower that could be applied to its armaments, but it had less defensive power, and less long range offensive capabilities. "Hey Ronin, where's your partner?" A wolf asked as he checked the missile bay of his own Phoenix, "I would think that she'd be at your side right now. Don't tell me she chickened out of this fight." "She didn't chicken out." Chase shot back. "Then where is she?" The wolf asked. Chase sighed, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you Delta." The wolf chuckled, "I'd take you down first Ronin. Now come on, tell me." Chase smirked, "Fine. She's with Hiigan for safety." The wolf shook his head, "You're starting to get soft Ronin. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were in love with your partner." Chase simply shrugged and took a helmet out of the cockpit of the Phoenix. As he did, Delta turned to face a female panther that was walking towards them. Her black flight outfit blended perfectly with her dark fur, making her golden eyes more menacing. Delta knew who she was and why she was coming over, but Chase didn't. "Delta, Ronin, let's get a move on you two." She growled, "We need to be in the air in ten." "Keep your fur on Dark." Delta replied, "You may be the one leading the two of us in the air, but on the ground you're just like anyone else here." "On the ground I am still in charge of your sorry tail, wolf." The panther growled roughly, "Ronin, get ready. You'd better be as good as they say. If not, your tail is dead up there." As Dark walked away, Delta growled quietly. Chase glanced from her to his friend. "I'm going to guess you don't like Dark too much do you?" Chase smirked. "Nah, I really like her. She's my partner after all." Delta replied, "But the second we got word that whoever it is up there showed up she's been acting a lot more aggressive than usual. Calling me things she'd never usually say and such." "Wait...you don't know who were fighting?" Chase asked in disbelief. "Dark does, but she refuses to tell me. Do you know who it is?" Delta asked in reply. Chase shook his head. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been told either. But the higher ups had been exceptionally nervous about the evacuations, as if they knew something was horribly wrong. Chase was suddenly glad the techs had put warp cores into all the Phoenix interceptors. \* \* \* It had felt odd to wake up on the morning of the attack. For one, Krystal had awoken in a strange place. But after she remembered that she and a large amount of others had been evacuated for safety, she remembered everything else that had happened. In a bed next to hers lay a sleeping vixen. Her pink fur and rose red hair were a bit messy from her rest as one of her four tails flicked slowly from side to side over the edge of the bed. Then Krystal remembered that this was Bianca, the vixen Chase had asked to watch over her while he was still in the fighting. The room itself was a large hotel room. Two twin sized beds made up the sleeping arrangements for the vixen and her current roommate. Near the door, as in any hotel room, was a small bathroom and closet. A window on the opposite side of the room showed a large desert planet rotating slowly below. Krystal shook her head and sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, remembering everything that had just happened. As she did, Bianca's eyes began to open. The pink vixen pushed herself up from the bed, letting the thin strap of her sapphire nightgown fall down her upper arm. As she pulled it back up to her shoulder, Bianca glanced over at Krystal. "Good morning." Bianca said as she sat up and stretched, "Sleep well?" Krystal shook her head, "Not really. I couldn't sleep much." Bianca sighed softly, "You're worried about Chase, aren't you?" The vixen sighed and looked away as Bianca got up and sat down next to her. "He'll be alright Krystal." Bianca said gently as she patted the vixens shoulder. "I hope you're right." Krystal replied quietly, "I really do." She laid her head on Bianca's shoulder as the pink vixen gently rubbed her back soothingly. The truth was that Bianca was also worried about Chase. Although she hadn't known him as long as some of the others, even Bianca knew how reckless the fox could be. If he didn't watch himself in this fight, they'd both lose him. And losing the fox was something both vixens never wanted to hear. \* \* \* Dark paced before Chase and Delta. It was obvious from her pacing that something was deeply bothering the panther. But just when Chase was about to ask what it was, Dark turned to face them. "Alright, you two know what we're doing." Dark stated, "While most of the mercs will be in the air defending, the remaining bunch will be on the ground with the AA guns. You two will have to stick to me like glue to survive this. These guys aren't our usual bunch of hostiles." "So who are they?" Chase asked. "You'll find out up there Ronin." Dark replied, "Just stay alert." "So, do we have a certain objective?" Delta asked. The female panther nodded, "Of course. We're the ones who will ensure that these baddies regret coming after our tech. While most of the others will be defending the transports, our job is to take out the warp core below the engines of the capital ship that's currently positioned right above us. Your shipboard AIs already have the layout of the vessel and know what the mission is. All we have to do is destroy it and then take out that sub orbital mass driver weapon that has destroyed three of our orbital defense stations. Once the main weapon is down and it can't run away, the orbital barrage will take it from there." "Great." Chase sighed, "Do we have an exact count of enemy crafts?" "No." Dark shook her head, "All we know is they out number us at least ten or fifteen to one. It's not going to be an easy fight." "So what do we do after we eliminate the threat?" Chase asked. "Activate the warp cores and head for the closest installation we evaced to." Dark replied, "Nap`al outpost gamma-six. The coordinates should be in your systems already according to the techs." With a nod, Chase climbed into his Phoenix. The Nap`al outpost was where Hiigan was. And if Hiigan was there, Krystal and Bianca were there as well. As the fox ran a series of quick tests to ensure that the craft was fully ready for combat, a light flickered near his head. As it flashed urgently, Chase sighed and pressed a button near the throttle. When he did, a female wolf appeared on the dashboard of his cockpit. The wolf's body was blue, but with green eyes and pink inside of her ears. A series of ones and zeros flashed across her body and flight gear. Right now, they were slowly progressing across her body, but they occasionally sped up, slowed down, or even changed directions, all depending on her mood or status. This was Jennifer, the AI unit that kept the systems of his ship running. But she was also designed for a lot more than just being in his Phoenix. Due to her advanced programming Jennifer was also a voice of reason for Chase during aerial combat. Emotional programming allowed her to worry, feel glee, or become fearful or angry. But she had been programmed to override fear and anger in order to function rationally if the situation required her to do so. "Give me some good news Jen." Chase said as he strapped in. The AI smiled, "We are not dead yet. That is considered good news." "You know the odds against us right?" Chase asked, "What're the odds that we'll survive this one to see Krystal again?" "Very good odds." Jennifer replied, and then she looked a little puzzled, "Why do you ask when it is clear you should be able to see her craft beside your own?" "Because Krystal isn't here." Chase answered, "She's safe with Hiigan and Bianca at the jump coordinates." "Oh, recalculating." Jennifer stated. The wolf closed her eyes for a minute, and then opened them, "Our odds of seeing her again are now very slim to none." "We'll take those odds." Chase said as he slipped on his helmet and breathing mask, "Prep systems to attack. I want all weapons online." Jennifer nodded as she complied with his orders. She had enough data about the fox's combat records to realize that even if the odds had been completely against him, he still would have fought. "Alright, let's go give these suckers a Ronin welcome." Chase stated as he lowered the dark visor over his eyes, "What's the load out?" Jennifer quickly ran through the systems, "The usual. Main guns are online and operating at maximum efficiency. Missile load out: two E-38 Ultima missiles, six Firefly homing missiles, six Shaker missiles, and one A-31B 'Nexus' smart missile." Chase smiled as the count for each missile showed up in the corner of his helmet's HUD, "Perfect. Lock the Nexus until we reach our objective and open communications with the rest of the squadron. We'll need the firepower." "Affirmative." Jennifer replied, "Opening channels." "You ready Ronin?" A voice asked in his ear. "Ronin standing by." Chase replied. "Delta-2 standing by." A second voice stated. "Alright, let's show these saps why no one messes with these corporate mercenaries." Dark growled, "Follow me and form up on my wings once we're airborne." "Roger that." Ronin and Delta replied. As another Phoenix left the hanger, Chase gunned the thrusters. With a deafening roar, three Phoenix interceptors raced skyward, followed by several other crafts of various builds. Heavier classes of fighters such as the Dark Eagle, a ship built for long battles and hard enemies, and the heavier Caliber, a heavy weapons ship that was slow, but held a much higher payload and shields than the lighter Dark Eagle and the Phoenix. "Is anyone else going after the carrier instead of defending the transports?" Chase asked as a giant craft passed below him. Several crafts like it were moving in small groups of five. These were the transports. They looked like flattened silver hotdog buns with engines. Not very fast, little to nothing shield power and weak hull armor, and near to nothing armaments except for two, small, rapid-fire pulse guns on the tips of the nose and tail. They were literally flying sardine cans, but they were the only type of civilian craft that had rift jumping technology. But, although they could jump, it took time to warm up the older jump engines the transports used. This meant that they would have to be guarded while the engines prepped for jump. "Yeah, we've got plenty of backup for this attack." Dark replied, "Three Caliber groups, several Dark Eagles, and another interceptor team." Due to the advanced build of each craft, Chase hadn't even noticed when they left the planets atmosphere. Not a single bump passed through to the cockpit. But now that they had exited, Chase was able to see what had caused all the trouble. Looming ahead like a thundercloud over the horizon, the black, boomerang shaped vessel sat, as if waiting for something. "Think they know we're going to attack them?" Delta asked. As if in reply, the vessel began launching fighters. Several gray ships emerged from the blackness. Sleek designs, forward angled wings, cockpit right up front, and bristling with energy weapons. "Jen?" Chase asked. "Over one hundred enemy contacts approaching fast. ETA thirty seconds and counting." The AI replied. "Shields to full power and arm the missile warheads and cannons." Chase ordered. "Alright boys." Dark said with an angry tone, "Show no mercy."
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04 Dream a Little Dream by dark_moomba
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#4 of Day After Day - Welcome one and all\* to the fourth installment of Day After Day. Sorry it took so long to upload this last chapter, but I only have a vague idea of where i want the story to go so i write a chapter and post a chapter. Remember: you need to email, comment, or at least vote if
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"Dream",
"M/F",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5177-04-dream-a-little-dream
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Welcome one and all\* to the fourth installment of Day After Day. Sorry it took so long to upload this last chapter, but I only have a vague idea of where i want the story to go so i write a chapter and post a chapter. Remember: you need to email, comment, or at least vote if you like the story. Feedback is absolutely amazing, thanks.
\*this story is not appropriate for immature readers and contains somewhat graphic sex and references to violence. If you like, enjoy, if not, go away!
Another note: it probably doesn't make sense if you havn't read the rest of the series...
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Damon felt fine the next day when he went to school. He took the pills Alice had given him and wasn't having any trouble with either maintaining his shape or blacking out. The only thing that bugged him was the fact that his memory wasn't working very well. He remembered answering the door to Alice and her giving him the pills, but he couldn't remember anything in between. He felt like there was something extremely important that his mind just wouldn't let him know.
The nagging sensation kept him off-balance at school for the entire week. Alice was acting strange too. She was being "clingy." Damon had never minded having a cute girl to hold on to, but it was starting to get a little strange. Other than that it was a fairly ordinary week.
The only thing interesting that had happened was that a guy named Jared had called, asking him if he'd like to meet and discuss a job opportunity.
"Jared, hmm...Oh, I remember now. Jared is the wolf that was one of the bouncers at the party we went to Saturday. If he wants to talk about a job opportunity, then he probably saw your fight with Roger."
"So do you think I should go talk to him?"
"I think that you should if you're interested in making a little bit of money for not a whole lot of work." Despite her words, she seemed worried by something.
Damon called him back and set up a meeting at Starbucks for Friday evening. Damon was going to wear his necklace again so Jared could recognize him. The necklace had come from Cozumel Mexico and Damon didn't know of anyone in Ohio that had the same necklace.
Thursday afternoon, Damon and Alice found themselves alone yet again. They often were alone after school, usually at Damon's house. Normally they just talked about life and played boyfriend and girlfriend. Today, however, Damon didn't feel like playing.
"I need to know some more about being a wolf."
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"How about you explain how I became a wolf. I mean how is it physically possible that I could transform into a half-human half-wolf creature?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"It's simple. I'm not the one that understands these things. There are lots of furry experts who claim all sorts of different things. I just know that I'm a wolf and I enjoy being a wolf."
"How did you become a wolf?"
"My dad changed me when I was only seven. He thought that it would be better for me to grow up being one. Both he and my mom are, so it was unavoidable that I would escape noticing it."
"Wait, when did they become wolves?"
"It was before I was born. I'm not sure exactly when. Oh, and they're not wolves."
"I'm so horribly confused right now." He shook his head. She leaned over and kissed him.
"Its okay. I'll try and explain. Since we're still more-than-half human, we have human children. If we want them to be changed like us, we have to change them. One benefit actually is that children don't suffer the side-effects of the medicine that more mature people do."
"What side effects?" Damon had a suspicious gleam in his blue eyes.
Alice blushed. "Oh you know, a little bit of memory loss, maybe some residual headaches, that sort of stuff." Damon opened his mouth to interrupt, but Alice silenced him with a kiss. "Let's not talk about that right now. Please?"
"...Fine..." She gave him another kiss, this one a bit longer. "Is there some reason you don't want me to take the job Jared was talking about?"
"I'm just worried that you're gonna get hurt."
"I can take care of myself." Damon's face showed that he was a bit hurt and insulted that she didn't have confidence in him. "I took care of Roger, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you're gonna be dealing with people a lot more dangerous than Roger if you take the job. Roger was totally smashed when you two fought. I just know you're gonna end up fighting someone who can actually fight and you're going to get hurt." She looked almost on the verge of tears.
"Shh...Don't worry." He dropped his head a little to look straight into her eyes. "If I take the job, there'll be a group of us working so the other guys will have my back. I'll be fine." He kissed her softly on her forehead. "You won't have to worry at all."
She sniffed back tears and pulled in close for a hug. "I love you..."
"I love you too. If it bothers you that much, I won't take the job."
"No. You're well-enough equipped for the job; I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing will." He held her until it was time for her to go home.
School on Friday went extremely slowly for Damon. The day seemed to be trying to torture Damon for as long as possible. By the time the last bell rang at two o'clock, Damon felt like he had sat through three consecutive days in school. He headed over to Alice's locker. "Hey sexy."
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Whaddaya want?"
"Nothing. I'm just happy that today is finally over. Do you want to come with me when I meet Jared?"
"No I've got some stuff I need to do this evening."
"Do you need to get home early?"
"No. I need to be home by five. What time are you supposed to meet Jared anyway?"
"I said anywhere from six to six fifteen. I'll probably just go and grab a coffee and a book from Borders and sit down and read till he gets there."
"Oh, wow that sounds dull."
"Hey, I like reading."
"I'm sure it's fabulous." She clearly looked skeptical.
"Whatever. I've got a few questions related to the wolves I'd like to ask you."
"Okay, shoot."
"I'm interested in knowing some more of the people in the loop. Basically I know you, Roger, and I'll be meeting Jared later this evening. That's hardly enough to invite to a party."
"Well, unfortunately, you're gonna have to go to some more parties and meet people. Actually, now that I think about it, do you remember Amy? She was a senior last year, blonde hair, fairly ditzy."
"Amy Reynolds? Yeah she's actually a good friend of mine."
"She's a raccoon."
"A raccoon?"
"Yeah, personalities play a big part in which animal you get. Amy tends to get distracted by shiny things, a lot."
"I guess she does at that. So how am I supposed to tell her that I'm a wolf?"
"I guess just call her up and ask her about the party last Saturday. She was probably there. If you know about that, it proves that you're a wolf and breaks the ice a little."
"Okay. Thanks, I may have to give her a call sometime over the weekend."
"You better not be thinking of cheating on me." She punctuated her remark by a swift elbow to the male's stomach.
"I wouldn't dream of it." They walked on, arm in arm, with Damon discreetly rubbing his gut.
They continued chatting for a while until it was time for Alice to be home. Damon returned to his own house to get quick shower. He had tried staying human while he showered, but whenever he turned into a wolf afterwards, he always felt dirty. He finally had gotten used to cleaning himself while he was wearing his wolf's fur.
In the shower there was a small mirror that Damon used to check what his hair looked like while it was wet. Once he had run it under the stream of water he found that it was nearly down to the tip of his nose. While he was wondering he also noticed that all along his jaw-line there was a faint trace of red fur sticking out from the black. A quick switch to and from his human form showed him that he needed to shave.
"Well, I'll be damned. A new and exciting discovery in the life of a wolf." He shook his head in the mirror again. "Maybe I should get it cut." Another shake of his head and he was back to thoroughly cleaning his fur, paying special attention to his tail. Damon loved his tail. He had dreamed, as most children did if they watched cartoons, what it would be like to have a tail. He just couldn't get over it. He wagged it and sprayed water all over the already-soaked shower stall.
He went back to shampooing his hair with an absent smile. He always kept his body fur short, otherwise he looked like a bum, but the hair on his head, with its vibrant red curls, demanded a lot of extra attention. Damon didn't care what other people thought he looked like, but he did care what he thought he looked like, so he generally went against fashion but usually looked good.
Before stepping out of the shower, he transformed into a human and then back to a wolf causing most of the water to fall down the drain. He then dried the residue out of his fur. He had tried just drying off in human form, but that left his fur feeling damp.
He pulled on dark jeans and a new blue t-shirt. The shirt was tight and showed of his pecs and abs very nicely. He added a little bit of hair gel to avoid his hair turning into an afro and headed out, almost forgetting to become human again. The instant he did, he went back into the bathroom and shaved.
He got to Starbucks a little late and barely had time to get a cup of coffee when fairly large guy walked over and sat down at the table with him. "You're Damon, right?"
"That's me. You must be Jared." The man named pulled out some papers and spread them out on the table. "What are those for?"
"So people think we're discussing business, which in fact, we are."
"Well you called the meeting so you should start talking."
"Basically, your story with the big guy got back to the head of security for the...people who run those parties. They were wondering if you'd like a trial position on security."
"Go on."
They continued discussing the details of the job such as pay, hours and the like and finally got everything settled and a meeting scheduled with the head honcho.
"Just so you know, I can only keep this job till the end of the summer. Then I'm going off to college."
"Where are you planning on going?"
"I've got a couple of places I need to decide between but the closest is almost 200 miles south."
"Ah. You know, you might want to talk to your friend from the party about another college you might be interested in. It's called the Leo National College."
"What's so special about it?"
"Just ask your friend. I need to get going. I'll call you about the meeting."
"Bye..."
The Leo National College had peaked Damon's curiosity and he searched online for it when he got home, but couldn't find anything. He decided to check with Alice tomorrow. He locked the door, got out of his clothes and changed shape. Alice had said that he would be able to transform instantaneously eventually so he wouldn't need to lock the door, but he couldn't do it yet.
Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow he was out.
He got up and saw Alice sitting on the foot of his bed.
'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to surprise you...Did it work?
She was almost wearing a translucent blue nightgown that revealed all of her curves and hinted at most of the details. She was sitting in a proper position, only made a mockery by the gown. Suddenly, but without surprise she was next to him. Half on top of him, she kissed him, long and luxurious. Simultaneously, the kiss lasted for hours and was over in the blink of an eye.
'I love you...'
'I love you too.'
'Do you want me?'
'...More than anything.' He pulled her close for another kiss. Unnoticed, the gown had disappeared. His paws were suddenly caressing her lovely breasts while he grinded into her with his sheath. Her paws dropped to coax his member out of its protective blanket, while his mouth drifted down to kiss and bite the soft fur on her neck.
She moaned and redoubled her efforts to awaken his sleeping member, now grinding into him harder and harder. When he was finally ready to begin she straddled him completely and lowered herself inch by inch. Time seemed to stretch.
The world shimmered like a heatwave. 'Haven't I done this before?' The world flickered and Alice was lying on her back looking up at him with eyes alight with mischievous pleasure. '...Come on, it's not nice to make a lady wait...' Damon couldn't help but dive in.
He forced his entire length inside her all at once. She screamed but only in pleasure and immediately began pumping herself on his rod, creating a counterstroke to his own thrusts. Damon moved back to caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. She moaned loudly, 'God Damon!' She clamped down hard on his shaft causing him to plummet over the edge. He pushed every inch of him inside of her and shot what seemed like gallons of his seed into her. She in turn clasped him tightly and bit down hard on his neck.
They were lying next to each other, her cradled in his arms. She turned to him, 'I hope that was as good as the first time.'
'What are you talking about? That was the first time. I've never had sex before...'
'That's what you think.' She winked at him and kissed him.
Damon sat bolt upright on his bed panting. It was only three in the morning.
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Academy Sale by SMWolf
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# The Academy Sale ## S.M. Wolf * * * _Mistresses Miao, Janet, Janice, Darien and Timor © 2006 by S.M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Darien's name suggested by Vladspellbinder. The Academy © Kittiara, is part of the **Trouble's Tales** universe and is used with permission. Reproduction and
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"Feline",
"M/F",
"Master/Slave",
"Skunk",
"Slavery",
"Tiger"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97875-academy-sale
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The Academy Sale
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S.M. Wolf
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*Mistresses Miao, Janet, Janice, Darien and Timor © 2006 by S.M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Darien's name suggested by Vladspellbinder. The Academy © Kittiara, is part of the **Trouble's Tales** universe and is used with permission. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author is expressly forbidden. Any use of the Academy without permission of Kittiara is also forbidden. Any resemblenace to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.*
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Six months.
That was how long Timor had been at the Academy. It was how long it took the efficient sex slave factory to convert a young, scared male fur into a willing sex slave ready to serve the sexual whims of any Master or Mistress.
Today had been the semi-annual sale of the slaves. The young tiger had been sold to a quite beautiful golden furred feline femfur. The femfur had to barely be in her twenties. She seemed to be part of the idle rich class. That could be good or bad depending on her disposition.
After his sale his Mistress had brought him to a small waiting room. It was decked out like a medieval throne room with two large heavy wooden chairs facing each other. Beside the chairs was a pair of pads for slaves to kneel upon while their Masters or Mistresses talked. There were many hangings on the walls. Timor suspected that they hid storage compartments and cupboards filled with things for the free furs to use upon their slaves.
Timor now knelt on his Mistress' right. The femfur had brought him into the room and removed his hood. She had ordered him to look into her eyes. The tiger was uncertain about the supposed psychological conditioning he had been given just before the hood went on, and he was led away to be sold, but he certainly seemed to be bound to her. When she ordered him down onto the pad and to remain quiet while they waited he had dropped like a rock and presented his body to his Mistress.
She had taken a few minutes to inspect him carefully, but she had largely left him untouched. Instead she curled up in the chair and just watched him.
Timor kept a subservient position with his knees widely spread and his paws resting palms up on his thighs. His eyes were firmly fixed on a spot just in front of his limp penis. Even when his Mistress ran a paw through his headfur or pelt he stayed as still as possible since she had ordered him to remain quiet. He intended to give her no reason to regret buying him or to punish him if he could help it.
The door opened again. Instinctively Timor shifted his eyes to the right just enough to catch a view of the door.
Another young feline femfur stood just inside the door. She was built almost identically to Timor's Mistress but had a reddish fur.
"Did you get him, Janice?" Timor's Mistress asked.
"What do you think, Janet?" the feline femfur asked in a bit of a dejected voice.
"No?!" the golden furred femfur asked in surprise.
The red feline femfur suddenly brightened up. She reached to her right and pulled a slave though the doorway.
Timor nearly jumped out of his skin. Mistress Janice was leading a hooded skunk into the room. Timor instantly recognized him as his frequent partner in pain, Darien. They had endured months under the often cruel paws of Mistress Miao as she molded them into subservient sex slaves.
"Oh, he looks really nice! Now I see why Auntie recommended him.
"Are you going to take off his hood now?"
"In just a minute. I wanted to get him somewhere private first."
Mistress Janice led the skunk over to the pad opposite Timor. She positioned him facing away from the tiger. She glanced down at the subservient male tiger sex slave and quipped, "I cannot chance him becoming bonded to you."
The femfur told the skunk "Close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you to do so. Failure to obey me will bring a harsh punishment. Is that clear?"
The skunk nodded his head affirmatively once.
"Good!" Mistress Janice purred. "I like a cooperative sex slave who knows his place."
Both Timor and Darien cringed a bit at her statement. Things were not going that badly for them, but there was a certain threat and expectations in her comment that could bode ill for the pair.
The hood came off the skunk and was thrown into the far corner. It was joined by the ball gag and Darien's chains. Timor was shocked when Mistress Janice took Darien's head in her paws, pulled him close and kissed him passionately. At least his partner seemed to have gotten a good Mistress.
"Now, open your eyes."
The skunk opened his eyes to find himself in the embrace of a lovely young feline femfur. He tried to be as stoic as the tiger had been, but a brief smile crossed his muzzle. Apparently he liked his new Mistress.
"Now turn around and say hello to your lover."
It was hard to tell who was the most shocked, Timor or Darien. Both nearly jumped out of their pelts. They had no idea how their Mistresses knew about the bond between the tiger and skunk. Regardless, Darien whipped around to see the tiger kneeling on the floor looking up at him in shock.
The two femfurs just laughed at the male sex slaves' shock and surprise.
Mistress Janet leaned in close and nibbled Timor's left ear as she ran a paw through his head fur.
"Didn't think we would know about that, did you?
"We know all about you, including all the stuff that the Academy left out of your reports."
"Oh, yes," Mistress Janice enthusiastically. "Auntie told us all about both of you when she suggested we buy you for our twenty-first birthday presents. We are really looking forward to getting you home to see if everything she told us was true or not.
"We have to wait for her to come see us first, though."
Darien was ordered to kneel on Mistress Janice's left. That put him directly across from Timor. As their Mistresses made small talk to pass the time the two males stole glances with each other. Together the two had endured the attentions of the kinkiest and often cruelest Mistress in the entire Academy as a pair and survived. They had forged a very strong bond. It was not quite the same as lovers, but Timor definitely enjoyed the sex with his skunk partner. Instead it was more a bond of mutual support and help when the worst happened as it seemed to do to them on a regular basis. It was also the bond of shared experiences within the Academy, especially the nights together with Mistress Miao that could be both incredibly delightful and frightening.
These Mistresses appeared to be sisters, so at least Timor and Darien had a chance to be together at times in the future. That eased each male's fear of what was to come.
While the Mistresses talked, their paws strayed to their new sex slaves' bodies. The caresses were casual at first and more to reassure the newly bought slaves than anything else. They ran paws through the males' hair and stroked their necks. Gradually the femfurs' paws moved further down the males' bodies to stroke their backs. Then Mistress Janice ran a paw through Darien's chest fur. The skunk jumped a bit as her fingers played with his right nipple and its ring.
"I think I am really going to like this," she said as she gently tugged on the skunk's steel ring. "It is so... convenient."
Darien's eyes went just a little bit wide. The piercings he and Timor had received were for various punishments. They reminded them of their failures especially when the instructors and guards had hung things from the rings or used them to painfully punish the males. Many times the pair had stood on their toes with their paws bound behind them and taut ropes running from the ceiling to their nipple rings. As their leg muscles cramped and failed them the ropes pulled ever harder and more painfully on their poor nipples.
It appeared that those days were not over for the pair.
Timor was so distracted by the thought of coming punishments that he actually gasped when he felt five pinpricks on his left ass cheek. Mistress Janet had pawed him hard and sunk just the tips of her claws into his flesh. It really did not hurt much, but it definitely sent shivers up and down his spine.
"Ah, I finally got a reaction out of you!" Mistress Janet said gleefully.
Mistress Janice laughed and said, "You always did like them big, strong and silent."
"And you always liked them slight, subservient and a bit feminine, Sis."
"Yeah," Mistress Janice said as she shifted around to look into the skunk's lap.
"Still, I am a bit surprised that they are both limp."
"Academy training at its finest, Sister! They won't get a hard-on without our permissions."
Mistress Janice looked at Mistress Janet and said with a mischievous grin, "I bet mine can get it up faster than yours!"
"You're on! At the count of three."
The two males gathered themselves. Neither was sure of the consequences of losing, but they preferred to be the winner just in case.
"One!
"Two!
"Three!"
Mistress Janice's right paw shot down and grabbed Darien's limp dick. She started to masturbate him hard and fast.
"Hey!" Mistress Janet cried out. "No fair!"
Mistress Janice just grinned at her sister. Mistress Janet grabbed Timor's half hard cock and started masturbating him just as hard and fast.
Both males were rapidly brought to full erections. The femfurs were not sure who won, and they did not seem to care. Instead they lay belly down on the chairs staring at their male sex slaves' sports equipment.
"Mine's bigger," Mistress Janet said smugly.
"Mine's longer and sleeker," Mistress Janice replied. She glanced over at the tiger's erection and added, "They both look a heck of a lot better up close and personal than they did no stage."
Mistress Janet giggled.
"Yeah, they do."
Mistress Janet paused for a moment and added, "Think we should have them do something now? Maybe blow each other off in a gay sixty-nine?"
Mistress Janice reached down and pulled Darien's muzzle up. She kissed him rather passionately again. Her tongue slipped in and out of his mouth several times.
"No," she finally said. The skunk looked a bit disappointed at his Mistress' pronouncement.
Mistress Janice stood up. She removed her miniskirt and halter top. She was wearing nothing underneath.
"They need to serve their Mistresses first before they can get anything. Then they can have some fun together, but only if they earn it."
Mistress Janice stood with her legs open wide and her snatch almost touching Darien's nose. Even several feet away Timor could smell her arousal now that her clothes were gone and her sex was unencumbered.
"I know you know what to do, Slave,"
Darien opened his muzzle. He ran his tongue oh so lightly up and down the feline femfur's vaginal slit. He stopped for a bit to play with her clit with just the tip of his tongue. As he had been taught through many days and nights of hard instruction he slowly excited his Mistress. Using his now skillful tongue he could draw out her pleasure for many, many minutes.
"Ah, that feels good, Slave. Keep it up. Nice and slow. Get me good and wet. Then I might let you have some fun with me."
Mistress Janice pawed Darien's head and used his ears to guide him gently.
Timor watched raptly as Darien worked on the feline femfur.
Timor was suddenly brought back to reality when Mistress Janet leaned over and asked "Sorry that is not your cock, Timor?"
Timor was afraid that Mistress Janet would punish him, but instead she got up and tossed off her clothes. Like her sister she wore no underclothes.
Mistress Janet presented her already wet snatch to Timor. She grabbed his ears and pressed his muzzle against her cunt. She rubbed his nose back and forth over her mound, mewing pleasurably at the feel of the tiger's nose pressed against her slit. His entire world was reduced to the smell and sight of her snatch.
"I think you need to get me off twice before I let you play with your skunk or me as a bit of a punishment for watching the show and not taking care of your Mistress.
"Now get to work!"
There was just a slight edge of command in her voice. For some reason it reminded him of the instructors at the instructors at the Academy. At the moment he did not care. He had a Mistress to pleasure, and the smell of the feline's arousal was highly intoxicating to the tiger.
Timor began licking. After six months of training at the Academy, he was an expert at oral sex. The femfur grinding her cunt against his muzzle obviously wanted it fast and furious, so he obliged her. He rammed his tongue deep into her pussy and flicked the tip up and down as fast as he could. He was almost instantly rewarded with a gush of hot nectar flowing down his tongue and into his waiting mouth. He slurped down the liquid until the flow finally subsided some.
The tiger did not pause but did change his tempo. He started to push his tongue in and out slowly as if he were mating her. Above him he could hear Mistress Janet crying out, telling him to go faster, but he kept the slow rhythm and drew out her pleasure. After a full two minutes he withdrew his tongue and flicked just the tip over her engorged clit before returning to her vaginal slit. She moaned in ecstasy at the caress of his tongue on her hot little nub. After several slow thrust of his tongue into her cunny he again flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit several times in rapid succession. This time Mistress Janet shrieked.
Behind Mistress Janet Timor could hear Darien licking Mistress Janice furiously. There was no question that she was enjoying the skunk's supple tongue working over her cunt. Her full throated cries of pleasure filled the room. Several howls indicated that the femfur was cumming repeatedly. She did not let the skunk slow down, though. Instead she ground her sex harder against his muzzle.
Timor continued to alternate between slowly driving his tongue into Mistress Janice's slit and rapidly flicking his tongue tip over her clit. He could smell her rapidly mounting arousal, but kept her just on the edge of orgasming for several minutes. He was a bit surprised that she did not seem to mind. For such a young femfur without training at the Academy he would have expected her to demand a quick release.
When Mistress Janet did come it was with a huge roar of pure pleasure. He juices soaked the tiger's face and chest fur. Timor continued to lick her clitoris hard and fast throughout her orgasm. It seemed to drive her as wild as he intended.
When she was done cumming Mistress Janet took a half step back and looked down at her new slave.
"Not bad," she commented almost indifferently.
Timor was shocked for a moment, but then he caught just the hint of a smile in her face and voice. He smiled because he knew he had done well and his Mistress was playing with him.
Mistress Janice finally finished with a full throated growl and sank down to the floor. She was obviously a bit drained from being washed out so many times by Darien. She did lean over and kiss him again. Timor could see the skunk smile as he accepted the reward of his new Mistress.
"So what do we do with them now?" Mistress Janet asked Mistress Janice.
"Well," the red furred femfur replied thoughtfully, "I think we did promise them a bit of a reward if they did well, and I would say they definitely did well."
The two Mistresses smiled at their new sex slaves.
"Okay, let's let them go at each other a bit. It's been a while since I've seen a pair of males in action," Mistress Janet said.
Timor and Darien pricked up their ears. For ones so young these two seemed to have above average experience.
Mistress Janet ordered Timor to lay down on his right side facing Darien. She pulled his right arm straight out over his head and lay it down on the floor. She placed his left paw on his hip. She had him bend his body at the waist a bit. His right leg was stretched out straight from his body along the floor. She adjusted his left leg so his foot was behind his right knee and his left knee was high in the air.
Timor could feel a cool draft blowing over his hot cock as he waited.
Mistress Janice said to Darien, "Get in the same position but I want the tip of your cock just brushing his lips and your muzzle barely touching the tip of his dick."
Darien assumed the position that his Mistress dictated. Timor could taste the skunk's salty precum on his lips. It was a taste that he had come to love over the past few months.
"Now, open-"
"Wait!" Mistress Janet shouted.
"I just thought of something!"
The two feline femfurs conferred in hushed voices. Suddenly Mistress Janet burst out in giggles.
"That's a wicked idea!" she crowed.
The pair returned to the males. Each lay down behind their sex slave with their heads resting on the slave's tail.
"Now," Mistress Janet said, "you will lay start to lick each other. You can only use your tongues. No muzzle! Neither of you can get off until we tell you to do so."
Timor and Darien groaned a bit internally. This was a common Academy order. The instructors and guards delighted in denying the slaves sexual release or used their orgasms to control the slaves even more. By forcing them to wait, the slaves were reminded of their positions in life and lack of control of even their most intimate acts.
"Now start licking!"
Timor and Darien did as ordered. In truth neither one minded any more. Instead they sought to bring as much pleasure to each other as possible without sending the other over the top.
Timor was surprised when Mistress Janice's face appeared between Darien's legs. She gave him a wicked grin, licked her lips provocatively, and started licking and sucking on Darien's balls. Timor heard Darien gasp a moment before his own testicles were assaulted by his Mistress.
The femfurs were young but definitely not virgins. Indeed, they were surprisingly good. Their licking was every bit as good as most femfur sex slaves sold at the Academy that day.
The two were doing their best to force the males to break training and cum without permission. For their part the males were sweating profusely and trying their best not to spurt while still licking their partner enough to satisfy their Mistresses.
The mutual licking continued for a full five minutes. The skunk and tiger were in desperate shape. The femfurs were succeeding in building them to a crashing orgasm whether they wanted to cum or not.
"Now use your muzzles. I want to hear plenty of sucking!" Mistress Janet ordered the males. Reluctantly they took each others shaft into their moths and sucked hard. Timor continued to use his tongue to excite and pleasure Darien.
Just when he felt that he could not hold out any more, Timor heard the command that signaled their release."
"Now cum!" Mistress Janet ordered the males.
Instantly Timor's mouth was filled with hot skunk jism. Simultaneously his own balls emptied into the waiting mouth of Darien. Both males continued to pump hot seed into the others muzzle for some time. Each sucked hard on their partner's cock to drain every possible drop from them.
The two males continued to suck each other until the cocks grew totally limp.
When they were done Mistress Janice rolled Darien over onto his back. The skunk was breathing a bit hard, but his eyes were bright and alert.
"Looks like someone missed a bit of tiger cum," Mistress Janice said as she ran her right index figure over the skunk's lips to remove a couple of small white globs. Darien's eye went a bit wide. Failure to drink down every drop of sperm could result in a severe punishment at the Academy.
Instead Mistress Janice brought her finger up to her muzzle and licked it clean.
"Mmmm. Nice and salty. You should try it, Janet."
Mistress Janet smiled at her sister and said, "I have another use in mind for my playtoy's cream.
"Let's see how good he ruts."
Mistress Janet got up onto all fours with her rump pointed at Timor and her head at the door. She lifted her tail with a swish that sent the scent of her arousal was sent wafting back to her slave. His limp cock immediately started to harden again.
Mistress Janice laughed and commented, "Looks like he's an easy one to get going.
"I wonder about this one..."
Mistress Janice shifted to all fours as well but went head to rump with her sister.
"Well?" she said to the skunk still lying on the floor before her.
Darien scrambled to his paws and knees and crawled around to the back of his Mistress. Mistress Janet lifted her tail to reveal a wet pink slit.
"I want some tongue action first, and then mount me slow and easy. I want you to draw it out and get me off as many times as you can."
"Yes, Mistress," Darien replied meekly.
Mistress Janet looked back at her tiger.
"The muzzle action sounds good, but when I tell you to jump on I want you to take me hard and fast but not cum.
"Once I am done, I *might* let you get off.
"Now get going!" Mistress Janet ordered the waiting tiger with an edge in her voice.
Both males got down on their paws and knees. Their muzzles went between their Mistresses' haunches. They noisily licked and played with the femfurs silken mounds and stiff clits.
Mistress Janet was already close to reaching her next orgasm. She lifted her right paw and ran it over her breasts as she watched the skunk lick her sister. The tiger was doing wonderful things under her tail as well. She moaned as sexual thrills ran through her body.
After only a couple of minutes, Mistress Janet emphatically ordered Timor, "Mount me!"
Timor got up on his knees and positioned himself between the open knees of his Mistress. He grabbed her rump in his paws and thrust his fully erect organ deep into her snatch. He continued to pump his shaft deeper and deeper into her until he finally buried his cock up to his balls in her pussy.
"Don't stop!" imperiously Mistress Janet ordered her new sex slave. It was obvious she was incredibly aroused and wanted him to bring her off.
Mistress Janice watched the tiger mount her sister. The sight of his shaft disappearing into her twat was arousing her. Behind her Darien was getting a steadily larger stream of nectar flowing onto his tongue.
Timor increased the tempo and depth of his thrusts until he was withdrawing his entire shaft except the knob ad lunging forward to bury it all into her dripping snatch. Mistress Janet suddenly arched her back and went rigid. She roared as a strong orgasm shook her body from the tip of her tail to her nose.
That was enough for Mistress Janice. She looked back over her right shoulder and ordered Darien, "Mount!"
Like her sister her voice took on a demanding tone that allowed no thought of argument from the well trained sex slave. He scrambled up to his knees and slipped his dick between her labia. Using gentle thrusts he worked his meat deeper into her waiting hot love tunnel.
When she was done cumming Mistress Janet looked back over her shoulder at Timor. He was still pounding her hard though his tempo has slowed considerably once she came.
"Not bad for a quickie. Now slow down and draw another nice orgasm out of me, and then I'll let you coat the inside of my cunny with nice, hot tiger cum."
Timor was breathing hard both from his exertions and his desire. His Mistress felt so tight and hot wrapped around his phallus. The sight of Darien mounting her sister was arousing him even further as he watched the skunk's long, sleek shaft slowly stroke in and out between her sister's lightly furred labia.
"Oh, that looks so good," Janet told Janice as she again started playing with her breasts.
"It feels good, too!
"Your boy looks pretty good too."
Yeah, he's nice and big and **hard!**"
Mistress Janice laughed at the lust in her sister's voice
With a smirk Mistress Janice added, "I think I might keep him around for a while."
Mistress Janice reached out and cupped Timor's balls. The touch nearly distracted him enough to spurt his load, but he recovered before cumming.
"Nice set of balls, too. I bet he can fill you up all night long."
"Well, if he gets going and brings me off we can find out."
Timor took the not so subtle hint and adjusted his tempo and angle just a bit to rub his dick harder against the interior of his Mistress' pussy. He reached underneath her to lightly play with her twat. He was quickly rewarded with groans of pleasure.
Darien continued to thrust slowly into Mistress Janice's dripping wet snatch. His crotch and thighs were soaking wet from her juices, but she had not ordered him to speed up or bring her off. She seemed content to let him keep her highly aroused while she watched the mating of the tiger slave and her sister.
Mistress Janet suddenly howled. A copious amount of fluid gushed down Timor's prick to land on his ball sack, thighs and the floor.
"Nice one!" Mistress Janice complemented her sister. She placed both paws firmly on the floor and suddenly thrust back hard against the skunk's pole. It was buried completely in her. She groaned in pure pleasure.
"Now finish me off fast and cum in me!" she moaned as she braced herself for the skunk to hump her.
Darien did not need a second invitation. He was quite ready and willing especially if he got to cum as well. This femfur was ready for him, and he was not going to dally. Instead he started thrusting every bit as hard and fast as the tiger had a minute ago.
"Oooh! Looks like you've got a live one!" Mistress Janet exclaimed as she watched the skunk's white shaft ram repeatedly into her sister's hot snatch. She wanted some of the same.
Mistress Janet looked back at Timor.
"Pick up the pace, and get me off again. When I cum, you can too."
The two males bent their backs to satisfying the demands of their new Mistresses. Both were well trained by the Academy and proficient at sexually pleasuring femfurs. Both soon had their partner loudly moaning and groaning with pleasure. The two males glanced at each other. A moment of understanding developed in the training rooms at the Academy passed between them. They adjusted their rhythms to match one another.
The two femfurs orgasmed nearly simultaneously. Their full throated screams filled the room as they squirmed on the large male cocks they were impaled upon.
The males were in for a surprise, though.
As the femfurs came they suddenly clenched down hard on the males' shafts, drew them deep into the femfurs' waiting love tunnels and fellated them to orgasm using nothing but their vaginal muscles. It was an act worthy of any femfur sex slave graduate from the advanced Kegel training classes.
Hot male sperm coating their interior walls set the femfurs off again. All four furs orgasmed together. The sound of them cumming shook the walls. The force of his orgasm drained Timor completely. He half doubled over his Mistress.
"Not bad!" a new yet disturbingly familiar voice said from the doorway.
"Auntie!" Mistress Janet said joyfully.
Timor's head came up.
Mistress Miao stood grinning in the doorway.
Mistress Janice got up and walked over the third femfur. They warmly hugged each other. Timor swallowed hard as he watched them kiss.
From his spot kneeling on the floor Darien was breathing with shuddering breaths that had nothing to do with his near exhaustion from all of the sex play. Both sex slaves were thunderstruck. They had thought that they were finally free form the cruel, sadistic, kinky feline. Instead they were now the property of her nieces.
Mistress Janet got up and joined her sister and aunt. Timor was left kneeling on the floor with wet ropes of his jism and her nectar hanging from his half hard cock to the floor.
Mistress Miao broke her embrace with the two younger femfurs and walked them over to the cowering slaves. She was grinning broadly.
"Miss me, boys?" Mistress Miao asked.
The two males just knelt. Darien trembled visibly.
"Turn around, Darien," Mistress Miao ordered the skunk. He quickly obeyed. His still partially erect prick was also dripping a mixture of male and female juices. Together the two male sex slaves knelt before the three femfurs with their heads bent and their knees well spread.
"Well, looks like you two were having some nice fun while waiting for me," Mistress Miao commented to her nieces. They just giggled.
Mistress Miao turned her head towards Mistress Janice and asked, "So, what do you think of him?"
Mistress Janice looked down at Darien and said, "I like him. He's a bit too quiet, but I think he is going to be a really nice submissive with just a little bit more training. He listens to me and follows my orders without question.
"And I like his nice, long slick shaft! It feels real good going in.
"I think you picked me a good sex slave, Auntie."
Mistress Miao turned to Mistress Janet and asked, "And what do you think of Timor, Dear?"
Mistress Janet just provocatively growled low in her throat and grinned widely. The other two femfurs laughed.
"No, really," Mistress Janet said, "He's a good lay - big and strong with a nice big cock to pleasure me.
"I'm going to like getting him into the dungeon at the chateau and giving him a real workout."
"So," Mistress Miao asked with a bit of a drawl, "do you think that these two are going to be suitable for your Dominatrix training?"
Mistress Miao's words shook the two young males to their core. The training at the Academy had been bad enough, but now to be used by these two femfurs to develop their Dominatrix skills...?
It was almost more than they could bear.
Mistress Janice giggled.
"I think that got their attention!" she crowed.
"I thought it would," Mistress Miao purred.
The older femfur slipped a paw under each male's chin and lifted up their faces to look at her.
"It is not *quite* as bad as it sounds. My nieces need experienced, well disciplined slaves trained in sex and able to take severe punishment to start their training if they are going to join the Academy staff.
"You two fit that description, plus you are what they want in a sex partner for afterwards."
Mistress Miao sighed and looked at her nieces disapprovingly.
"I am *sure* you are going to treat them way to well after the sessions."
The two young feline femfurs just giggled. Both slaves caught the glances and smiles sent their way by their Mistresses. There was plenty of promise of sexual and other pleasure in their looks.
Perhaps it would not be a complete living hell after all.
"In the meantime," Mistress Miao continued briskly, "I have a couple of gifts for you."
Mistress Miao disappeared into the corridor. When she returned she was carrying two exact replicas of her omnipresent riding crop. She grinned at the crestfallen expressions on the male sex slaves.
"You did not really think you were going to get away scot-free, did you?" she asked the pair.
The tiger and skunk said nothing. They could only kneel and wait.
Mistress Miao handed the riding crops to the younger felines. They murred appreciatively as they hefted the crops. Mistress Janet took a few experimental swings. The crop made a high pitched whistling sound as it cut through the air.
"Well?" Mistress Miao asked, "What are you waiting for? You have a crop to break in and two nice asses waiting for you."
Mistress Miao pointed at Timor and Darien.
"Turn over and get those asses up in the air!"
Reluctantly Timor and Darien turned around, interlaced their paws behind their necks, bent forward to place their foreheads to the floor and bent their tails to fully expose their asses. It was a common position for a slave in training at the Academy awaiting a beating.
Mistress Janet and Mistress Janice exchanged worried looks. Their aunt obviously expected them to punish their slaves.
"Well? Aren't you going to beat them?" Mistress Miao asked imperiously again.
Mistress Janet licked her lips nervously before replying softly, "No."
"No?!"
"No, Auntie. You always taught us to punish slaves only when they do something wrong and then only as severely as their acts deserve."
Mistress Janice added, "And you taught us never to take pleasure simply in inflicting pain.
"As part of a larger act, yes. Pain alone, no."
Mistress Miao stood impassively for several seconds. The two feline femfurs watcher her a bit nervously, but they also stood their ground.
Suddenly Mistress Miao broke out into a big grin. She grabbed her nieces in a hug.
"So you *did* listen to me! I was wondering at times." She said with a bit of a laugh. The two younger femfurs added their own laughs.
Mistress Miao released Mistress Janet and Mistress Janice. She stood them in front of her and placed a paw on a shoulder of each.
"You do realize that you will need to learn to punish slaves as part of their instruction if you are going to work here?"
"Oh, yes!" Mistress Janet said with a smile, "However, we are going to punish them for doing poorly in their classes. That makes their asses fair game for us."
Mistress Janet looked down at Timor and added, "Just like this tiger's ass is fair game if he doesn't keep me happy!"
She said it with a smile in her voice, but there was no mistake what would happen to the tiger if he failed to please his Mistress.
Mistress Miao looked at Mistress Janice and asked seriously, "And what about using them for your training? You will inflict pain upon them as you learn how to punish slaves properly.
"You may even cause some injuries that will require medical attention."
Mistress Janice looked down at Darien as he knelt on the floor. His black and white ass looked so inviting as it stuck up high in the air. She remembered their brief time together and knew that she wanted him again, early and often.
"Well, that is what the part of our training on how to pleasure slaves and the reward games we need to learn comes in.
"They will be the carrot for the stick of the punishment sessions," Mistress Janice finished. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation of the fun to come.
Mistress Miao sighed.
"Barely two hours together and you two are already sweet on these two.
"Oh, well. It will help to restrain some of your ‘exuberance' during the training sessions."
Mistress Miao reached into a small pouch on her belt and pulled out two data crystals. She handed one to each of the new Mistresses.
"These," Mistress Miao explained, "are the lessons I have put together for you. There are plenty of diagrams, pictures and videos to go along with the text. When I could I picked out records on these two for illustrating the lessons.
"Start in on the training and do the best you can. I will be at the chateau in three weeks to observe your progress and see how well you are doing with these two.
"If they give you any problems in the meantime I have included a list of potential punishments geared towards getting them to toe the line."
Mistress Miao gave her nieces another hug each and then left. Timor and Darien were glad to see her leave. They were unsure about what would happen to them at the paws of these two feline femfurs, but they knew how well Mistress Miao could play pleasure and pain upon their bodies to enforce her will upon them.
Mistress Janice and Mistress Janet looked at the two male slaves. Their eyes focused in on the two ball sacks and limp shafts dangling invitingly between the legs of the males.
Timor and Darien heard muffled whispers behind them. They strained their ears to hear as much as they could, but the conversation was too soft and short to learn anything.
Instead they felt their legs grabbed behind their knees. Two tongues began to lap up their shaft and balls. As the males' shafts quickly hardened again their Mistresses worked their tongues around the hard members of their sex slaves.
Gentle paws turned the males over onto their backs. Their Mistresses adjusted their bodies so that they lay with their arms tight to their sides and legs together. Their rampant shafts stood straight up in the air awaiting the femfurs. The felines licked their way from the males' feet up to their hard cocks. Using their own saliva their generously lubricated the males' cocks.
The two sisters straddled their new slaves' hips and ever so slowly mounted the males. They gyrated their hips as they slowly settled down onto their pleasure slaves. When they were fully down they ran their paws through Timor's and Darien's chest fur while their weight pinned the males to the floor.
"Don't you dare cum until we let you!" Mistress Janice warned the males.
The two femfurs ran their paws through the males' chest fur. The played with the slaves' nipple rings as they used their vaginal muscles to caress the males' hard shafts. Each of the femfurs worked over the males.
As they played with their living sex toys, the two young felines promised the skunk and tiger a variety of terrible treatments as part of their training if they failed to please their Mistresses, but the slaves could not concentrate too much on their words. Their consummate lovemaking was driving the pair frantic with sexual desire.
The Mistresses drew out the sex for several minutes before suddenly clamping down on the hard shafts buried in their vagina. They roared as they orgasmed.
"Cum! Now!" Mistress Janet ordered the tiger male. He let go. Instantly a stream of hot jism filled the golden feline riding his erection. She stopped clamping his cock with her vaginal muscles and instead began to jump up and down on the tiger's powerful hips.
"Now!" Mistress Janice ordered Darien. The skunk needed no further encouragement to erupt in his own flood of sperm. The red feline quickly churned it into froth as she bounced hard and fast on top of his hard member.
The males kept cumming as long as possible, but there are limits to the abilities of even Academy trained studs. Eventually their cocks went flaccid and slipped from their Mistresses' wet pussies.
When they recovered their breaths, the Mistresses got up. Neither femfur cleaned up the evidence of their recent matings. Instead they just put on their clothing. When they were dressed again they pulled the slaves up to a standing position.
"It's not like we are going to need our clothes for very long," Mistress Janice said as she kissed Darien. "We have a nice big limo with plenty of room and a couple of hours to kill until we get to the chateau."
Mistress Janet caressed Timor's balls. Even with the recent sex his shaft stirred and started to harden. Mistress Janet laughed and said, "Yes, you *do* have good stamina."
She kissed Timor full on the mouth.
"And you are going to need every bit of it for the ride home."
The Mistresses inserted the ball gags back into the slaves' muzzles. A short length of rope secured their paws behind their backs. Another short rope attached to their ankle cuffs effectively hobbled them. The Mistresses played their paws over the bodies of their bound slaves. Timor and Darien showed their appreciation with hard dicks standing proud of their crotches.
Mistress Janet snapped a leash onto Timor's collar.
"Time to take our new play toys home, Sister."
Mistress Janice attached a lead to Darien's collar.
"Agreed!" she replied enthusiastically. A quick slap of her riding crop on the skunk's ass got him moving smartly towards the door. Mistress Janet laughed and tapped Timor's right flank with her riding crop to get him moving.
Together the two Mistresses and their slaves passed through the halls of the Academy. Several of the guards and instructors stopped the young femfurs to complement them on their purchases.
The pair of slaves could see other members of their classes, female and male, with their new owners. Many looked scared and confused, and a few looked outright frightened. Several seemed relatively content, though. Timor briefly wondered what the other slaves saw when they looked at him. Fear, perhaps, but most likely confusion and uncertainty. He had no clue what this femfur would do to him, but as the niece of Mistress Miao and her slave for Dominatrix training, he knew many bad things awaited him.
However, this pair had also talked of pleasure sessions and defied Mistress Miao's order to beat them on principle. Perhaps not everything would be bad. They certainly seemed to know how to pleasure a male. Timor's cock jumped just a bit with the thought of what had happened to him already at Mistress Janet's paws. There certainly was some promise pf pleasure as well as plain.
In the end he had little say in it anyway, so all he and Darien could do is wait and hope for the best. At least they had two young females that appeared to enjoy sex as Mistresses. There was something to be said for that small mercy.
In the courtyard a large black limo with dark windows awaited the foursome. The femfurs got in and pulled the males in behind them. They sat on the back seat and lifted their dresses in unison to reveal their pink lips. Using their leashes they pulled the males in between their legs. Driven by the scent of feline females in heat, Timor and Darien needed no encouragement with the riding crops to get to work with their tongues.
The two males did not see the gates of the Academy close behind them as they headed to an uncertain but likely interesting future as the living training props of these future Dominatrixes.
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Kalista II by Darkfang Magus
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#2 of Kalista Tails Of The Catrai - # Tails Of The Catrai By: Darkfang Magus # \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ # Kalista # ## _2_ Kalista sinks her claws straight through the palm of her left paw, all the way to the outside of the wrist and feels
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"Character Development",
"F/F",
"Fingering",
"Fox",
"Kissing",
"Leopardess",
"Lesbian",
"Magic",
"Masturbation",
"Medieval",
"Mind Control",
"Story Series",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)",
"Vixen"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249690-kalista-ii
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Tails Of The Catrai
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By: Darkfang Magus
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Kalista
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*2*
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Kalista sinks her claws straight through the palm of her left paw, all the way to the outside of the wrist and feels the sharp black claws scraping against bone. The howl she lets loose as nerves get sliced, is sickening. Even so, she manages to cut the straps wrapped around her wrists and relishes the freedom.
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Sitting at the tavern, Kalista now views her left paw. It looks terrible. She still can't seem to extend her claws very well and the pain is just an endless reminder. Trapped and alone, she had been forced to slice into her own hands to undo the binding that held her. Not that she needs that as the rest of her body hurts just about as much. So much suffering for no good reason. The leopardess glares angrily at a couple of humans passing her table. She absently wonders if humans are doing so well for themselves because they all secretly like suffering.
Kalista is tired, she supposes it would be a good idea to find a place to sleep. That is another thing about this place which bothers her. You have to pay money to sleep. If you sleep outdoors the guards will spend all night waking you up and asking you to move along. Having meager funds, Kalista got permission to sleep in a nearby stable if she would clean up the tavern tables at night.
After gathering all the dishes, zombie-like she walks to the stable. In a corner of the stable is a broken stall where they cannot store horses for the time being. This is her bed. But, she is nervous about sleeping in such an easily approached area. Therefor, when the lights go out, she silently climbs up into the rafters and fades out of sight.
The next day, Kalista wakes tiredly, and prepares to walk the town. The young leopardess steps outside and glares at the sunshine. All she did was walk across the street and Kalista has already gathered some funny looks. She eventually tracks down a store that sells clothing, and goes inside.
The place is dingy, much like every building around here. After a quick search she finds what she is looking for, a full cloak. Oddly enough it is well made, and feels close-knit cotton. Being short, Kalista tries it on to find that the thing drags on the floor somewhat. Before she can take it off, a presence nears her.
"You plan on buying that after shedding all over it?" An aged woman asks. Kalista has to fight another urge to go completely crazy with rage.
"Yes. I do." Without further speech, she goes to the counter and purchases the cloak. It does seem awfully expensive, but Kalista has not the patience to haggle. While walking out of the store, she checks her funds. Only three silver pieces left. Kalista's next trip around town feels better, as the cloak manages to hide her from most everyone. Just another human now. It is beyond the young leopardess how humans do not notice her scent.
Later, Kalista sits in the tavern again. She had hoped to catch something useful from the local conversations, but they all seem dim-witted fools talking about their nothing lives. After nearly giving up, she notices a slim man walk into the tavern. He is covered in dust from the road, and has a foreign look to his face. She waits patiently, studying him. It seems that he only came to eat though, as nobody arrives to meet him. Suspicious, Kalista tracks him after he leaves.
She trails the man to the local hotel, and is stuck. She has not the money to rent a room, which means sneaking in is the only option. Quietly, she stands outside the building for a minute, studying what she can see. There is a front and a back entrance to the two-story structure. Satisfied she can get in, Kalista goes back to the stable and waits until the deep of night.
Walking the streets is difficult, as patrolling guards might thwart her, so she stays careful. After making it to the hotel, she looks around quickly and begins scaling the darkest side. Once on the roof she disrobes and looks around some more. She stores her vestments in the satchel and searches for an entrance to the building. A hatch on the roof is not even locked. Silent as the cat she is, Kalista slides into the building. The halls are dark, but she can see just fine. She moves slowly through the building, trying to avoid creaky floorboards, until she finds the stranger's scent. He is near. Unfortunately, the scent is quite weak, muddled by all the other humans around.
Now all about the hunt, Kalista creeps from door to door, trying to track the faint scent. When she finds what must have been his room, the leopardess listens intently to be sure that he is not awake. She hears the breathing, of one fast asleep. With dexterous hands Kalista pulls out a small pick, and procedes to quietly aligns the tumblers. She opens the door just a crack to peek in where the stranger is lying on his bed.
Heart racing, Kalista enters the room, and cautiosly shuts the door behind her. Staying to the shadows, she looks for his belongings. Strangely, they are not spread about. Apparently he had put everything in the drawers; *Must be planning to stay for a while*. Making sure that the stranger does not wake, she slides a drawer open.
What is inside nearly terrifies the young leopardess. It is just clothes, but they don't smell right. Matter of fact, this whole room has a wrong smell to it. She takes a closer look at the figure on the bed and notices a long curl of hair peeking from the covers. This whole place smells like a female. Kalista hides beside the dresser and tries to reason the facts. The stranger had been here, of that she is certain. Apparently, he had only come to meet somebody, then left.
Back in control of the situation, Kalista decides to find out what she can about this person. From all the supplies stored away, she had been in town for a while, likely waiting for the stranger to come. Even so, from the woman's belongings Kalista finds little of interest. Getting further discouraged, she resolves to try and find the woman in the morning and question her. Carefully, Kalista creeps over to the bed, curios to get a look at this person.
Unfortunately, the woman had manged to pull the covers up over her head. Worried about waking the human, Kalista gently pulls the blanket back. Just as she gets it past the woman's nose, there is a movement. With a sleepy groan, the woman reaches out with her arm. Kalista panics and pulls back, but the claws on her left paw do not fully disengage, and there is a ripping sound as she pulls the blanket aside. Caught, Kalista quickly covers the woman's mouth to quell any screams.
"Don't make a sound, or you are dead." Kalista warns, baring her fangs. The woman struggles a bit, but seems to get the hint. Now that Kalista has a chance to get a good look, she is surprised to find the woman is actually young, not more than thirty years of age. It is not strange that she is terrified, but the woman has a deeper look of fearfulness that Kalista can't identify yet. Almost as if she expected to be attacked in the middle of the night. The leopardess notices offhandedly that the female has wet the bed in her surprise. *Weak, fearful humans.*
"I will let you breathe, but no noises. Got it?" In response the woman nods slowly. With great care, Kalista freeds her paws and watches the woman take a well needed breath. Whispering, Kalista begins to interrogate the female.
"Who are you?"
"I... my name is Gertrude."
"Do you know of lands past these? I seek Warrington Castle."
"That I have not heard of, but I do know of the Valtersgate Castle"
"That is of little use to me." Kalista growls.
"I don't understand, are you not here to kill me?"
"What?" Kalista is unsure how to answer this question. "No, not you"
"Oh, I just thought..."
Kalista is the one to be confused now. "Why would somebody want to kill you?" She asks. In her mind the leopardess knows that it is best not to delve into such affairs, but her curiosity has been piqued.
"My inheritance. If I die it will go to my cousin. That is why I am hiding here."
"Even so, you are taking very well to being threatened."
"This is not entirely new to me."
Kalista takes another moment to think, then releases her claws from the woman.
"I have no need to take your life. As long as you swear on your honor to never mention this meeting. If you fail that, I will find you and fulfill your honor debt."
The woman does not seem to understand entirely but she agrees.
"Okay, not like it matters anyway. I am as good as dead."
"What about that man who came here?"
"Oh" The woman hesitates. "He is supposed to be protecting me, but I fear he has turned sides. He threatened to hand me over if I do not increase his pay." Again, the girl balks. "But you see, I have little left to give, my inheritance will not come to me until I return to the castle and lay my claim."
"You leave something out" Kalista notes.
"It matters little. But I have been reduced to serving his carnal needs to keep him on my side."
Kalista registers this, and does denote the scent of semen on the girl's mouth. Somehow, the leopardess nearly feels pity. Nevertheless, this is hardly Kalista's affair. Unless she can make use of it.
"How much money do you have left?"
Again, the woman is slow to answer. "Just thirty-five silver pieces and some coppers"
Kalista knows it is unwise to take a side job while in the middle of a contract, but she is low on funds, and lost in this strange land on top of that. "I will offer you a deal. I do not ask you to trust me, but rather my fortitude to do as bid. If you wish it, I could remove your cousin from existence. You would not be blamed."
"But... wouldn't that make me as bad as him?"
"Not on your honor, he was the one to begin the rivalry and you have a right to return it to him. Alone, or with the champion of your choice."
The woman seems puzzled. "I must think about this"
"Don't tarry long. I shall be leaving this town in two moons. You can find me at the stables tomorrow night. Same time as now." With that, Kalista slinks from the room and disappears.
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Kalista waited, and the woman did indeed appear the following night having decided to go through with the offer. They speak for nearly half an hour and Kalista gets all the information she needs to locate Valtersgate Castle. For the trip, she receives twenty-five silver pieces. On completion of the mission, she will get a larger sum out of the treasury. But this is fine for now.
Business complete, Kalista bids the woman goodbye.
"May the moon light your path." The leopardess offers as they part.
The trip is mostly uneventful, and Kalista is concerned to find that the castle isn't very far away. It seems that whoever is protecting Gertrude does not want to go through the trouble of traveling much. It only takes Kalista a day and a half to reach the place.
The castle itself is built of a common granite, but the walls seem to be ordinary brick. She studies from the forest, and waits until nightfall. Gertrude had told her of a hidden entrance into the castle, but it is inside the actual walls. Seems like time to climb.
After making sure nobody is guarding the wall, she starts her ascent. Luck is with her, as there are still no guards in sight. In a few minutes, she is on the ground within the walls. There is a patrol in the distance, but they will never see her. Swift as she can be without making a noise, Kalista heads to the grain shed.
Inside, there is the squeak of mice. She has never seen so many in one place, but forces herself to not be distracted. Under some bags of seed, she locates a part of the floor that does not quite match. Gripping her claws around the edges, she is just able to lift it.
Still silent, the leopardess lowers herself into the passage. It is dark, and even her cat's eyes are struggling to navigate. Luckily, there is only one turn and that goes downwards. She is headed up. It is not long before her fur is covered in cobwebs, and her toes are wet with moist mildewed earth. Kalista has to suppress the urge to growl with displeasure. At the top, she finally finds a bit of light. A slight crack in the wall.
Listening intently, she hears a person talking on the other side. Patience will be her friend for now, and she waits two hours until the lights are extinguished. All is quiet. Kalista focuses on breathing and slowly pushes the wall open.
Inside is a hallway of sorts. A quick look shows none in sight. Like black ink on the walls, she is one with the shadows. Senses alert, and heart pounding with excitement. She was born for this, the thrill of the hunt. The challenge to stay invisible and silent at every moment. This is truly her element. The black cat stalks her prey.
Kalista balks. There is somebody up ahead. Quickly, she dives into a nearby room. The room is empty and seems to be an access to the murder holes. She waits patiently, and watches a guard walk past without even checking inside. When he is far away, Kalista starts moving on. Gertrude had given her excellent instructions, and she finds the target's room easily. After unlocking the door. She slips inside. It is a nice room, and even has a bath in the corner. While surveying, she denotes the target sleeping in his large bed. As a cat, she creeps closer. Peeking over the edge of the bed, she studies his face which matches Gertrude's description. Time for the kill, Kalista slowly licks her lips. Her tail sways back and forth slightly, judging the balance of her next move. Eyes completely dilated, Kalista zeros in.
She pounces, hitting hard, and perfectly catching his throat in her jaws as she grapples with her claws. He twitches and kicks a little, but soon lies still. Kalista lifts her head for a moment to stretch her neck, then methodically begins licking the scarlet fluid from her paws. The leopardess does fear that she might be enjoying the taste too much.
"May you recover honor in death," she whispers while pushing his eyelids down. Mission complete, the leopardess prepares to exit the chambers. She is just stepping out into the hall when she is spotted.
Down the hall stands an intimidating Kanin. She is a strong red and black fox. The vixen's green eyes narrow at Kalista and she gets ready to flee.
Hard as Kalsita tries, she can not turn away from the vixen's gaze.
"Where are you going pet?" the dark woman coos.
"I... um," the leopardess feels intoxicated and can hardly think enough to speak. She is sure this is magic, but the knowledge doesn't help much. The vixen walks closer and stands face to face with her. Kalista cringes as the woman looks into the nearby room. There is no talking her way out of this now.
"So, you have chosen to kill my benefactor? I only wonder for which crime..." The vixen's eyes are so very dark and Kalista feels herself falling deeper into their spell.
"What is your name, little killer?"
"Ka.... Kalista Melantha, I... I mean, Melentara," the young leopardess slurs.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl, though you look hurt. Got in a fight earlier too? I know that the dead man in that room did not do this to you," the vixen says while pointedly inspecting Kalista's crippled paw.
"This will heal in time though, but... I wonder why I should let you live? You have done me a service and caused me trouble at the same time. Choices choices..."
As the vixen ponders, Kalista feels a new sensation. Whatever the witch is using to hold her captive, it has also aroused her body. Kalista can feel a certain wetness between her legs, and with trembling legs she fall upon her kness.
"I suppose you have helped me more than hindered. I need to leave this place anyway. Though I fear Pardus will not be expecting me so soon."
Kalista has no idea what the vixen is talking about, but she doesn't notice too much any more. She is too enraptured in the lust that has overcome her body. With a soft mewl the leopardess tries to think of some way to clear her mind, but no, the vixen's charm is too strong.
"I wonder..." the Kanin begins. "What is an easterner such as you is doing here in civilization anyhow. Would you mind fulfilling my curiosity?" The vixen kneels down to look into Kalista's eyes.
Kalista cannot turn away, she can't even control her own thoughts any more. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she pants feverishly. Worse yet, thick streams of moisture are dripping from her pussy and running down the inside of her thighs.
"I..." Kalista has to pause and catch her breath again. "I am here... find Amura..." Kalista's lips begin to tremble too much to speak as she puts her paws between her knees to keep from falling over.
"Very good little cat. Now let me help you with that."
Unable to resist, Kalista lets the vixen take hold of her trembling right paw. The leopardess's paw is guided between her legs and she lets out another mewl when a digit is pressed against her slit. Kalista's head is fuzzy as if in a dream, but she is very aware of how exiting it feels to touch herself.
Under the vixen's guidance, Kalista begins stroking in short motions, somehow making herself even wetter. Her pussy is so hot that is is almost burning to the touch, and her chest is starting to heave with struggled breaths. A deep purr starts in her throat and Kalista smiles druggedly, letting a stream of drool leak from the corner of her mouth. All the time, though, the vixen stares into her eyes with a perfect intensity.
The leopardess's left paw is guided to her petite breast, and as the erect nipple is tweaked she begins to hyperventilate and hump her hips forward.
"You like that little Melantha? Then try this."
Before Kalista can wonder what the woman is speaking of, it happens. The vixen directs her and she begins stroking her tingling clitoris. The first orgasm of the leopardess's life come with the intensity of a tsunami, and she arches her back like a bow while letting out a bestial scream somewhere between a caterwaul and a roar.
She cannot look away from the vixens piercing green eyes, and continues humping against her paw in a seemingly unending orgasm. The vixen smiles and wipes a sticky black paw over Kalista's lips. The leopardess can taste her own pussy juices and is surprising excited by the flavor. With an added shock, the vixen licks Kalista's lips clean with her smooth vulpine tongue and gives a coy smile
"Okay, I will let you go. Of course, you had better hurry. I am sure somebody is bound to check on this mess pretty soon. If we meet again, I promise to help you in any way I can. Any way you desire..." With that the vixen licks her lips hungrily.
Suddenly, Kalista can move of her own free will. She stumbles and falls to the ground. Looking up, the vixen offers a hand. Kalista ignores the help and stands to trembling legs on her own.
"Touchy aren't we? At any rate, if we should meet again my name is Elvira."
Barely hearing the words, Kalista flees back to the secret stairwell. Her crotch is still slick with sex and her mind is possessed by the enticingly musky scent of the fox femme. The little leopardess is so full of mixed emotions that she doesn't know what to think. All she knows is that she needs to flee. She needs to get away. No matter how much she tells herself those bits of advice, it does not remove the offending desire to go back and see what the vixen's cunt tastes like.
Kalista runs down the stairs, and is just pushing the hatch up in the grain shed, when suddenly a loud bell begins to ring. She silently gives a curse, it would have been much better if they had waited another twenty minutes to check on the target's chambers. Absently she wonders if that witch Elvira had called the alarm for fun. *Nothing to do about it*, she speeds across the courtyard. At the wall, she climbs hurriedly. There is little time for delicacy now.
She has just lifted her form over the edge, when she is spotted. A guard patrolling the wall, she had not noticed him earlier.
"Halt you!" He cries.
Not taking time to think, she runs to the opposite edge and leaps into a void of darkness. Twenty feet down she falls. The leopardess had hoped to catch a limb, but the trees were too far away. As it is she lands in a thicket of brambles. Breath knocked out of her, she takes a moment to recover.
Torches are being lit, and she has to hurry. Kalista tries to stand but her satchel is caught up in the bushes. Angrily, she slices the strap with her claws and squirms free.
Running now, forcing her way through thorns and sticks, Kalista flees. Her left paw hurts even worse than ever and she fears that the injuries have be greatly increased by her recent fall. Her paw has developed an odd numb feeling, and is dripping a flow of blood that makes her traceable. She has also lost her satchel. Lost everything, money, clothes and equipment. For now, she is merely a fleeing animal. She runs until she is deep in the woods. Unless they have dogs, she will not be easy to locate. Then again, humans always seemed to have dogs to do their bidding. Kalista growls, and traverses deeper into the thick of the forest.
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Moving one step at a time, and resting often, Kalista does not travel very fast. She has to stay off the road, and only by following the general direction of the town is she able to make it back. It takes three days, and she doesn't manage to hunt any food to sate her hunger for blood. She is weakening by the hour, and too injured to feed herself. Kalista has become what her people would call a blinded warrior. It means that she has all the skills she needs but could not use them because of misfortune. It is considered a peril worse that simple death and honorable execution is offered to those in such a predicament. Kalista is not ready to die though. Not to mention that dying so while doing a simple job for money is an ill note as well. There is no dishonor in the job itself, but there is in that she has neglected her duties in performing the contract requested of her by her elders. It matters little that she has not the means to do her contract yet.
Kalista sits outside of town and ponders. At least she had completed the mission for the woman Gertrude. A success more or less, and for a good cause. That she can at least be sure of. There is always commendation and honor for helping the meek. For the meek are what is needed to keep the peace. Good and evil? Kalista has no strong opinion on either. There is strong and weak, bold and meek, just and unjust. All this time with humans though, and she is starting to understand evil a little better.
Still, as she sits injured and bleeding, the leopardess knows she is not yet strong enough. She can not prove herself if she is able to be so easily beaten down. Humans, they are so numerous. She could never defend herself against so many. She needs something more. She needs allies.
In shadow, the leopardess moves through town. It does not take her long to get to the hotel. At the door to Gertrude's room, she stops. There is a strange smell. With great care, she turns the doorknob. It is not locked. Kalista peeks into the room, but doesn't see anyone about. Not wanting to be seen, she slips inside. A quick look through the room and she again smells the wrongness of it all. Kalista feels an urge to turn back, but she can not stop now. The woman is not in sight.
Kalista steps slowly. All is dark. The bed is disheveled and there are clothes carelessly tossed on the floor. She had remembered the woman to be more neat than that. Pine floorboards creak under the leopardess's feet. A quick look in the dresser shows the same clothes as before. A new person was not staying here...
Not wanting to know, Kalista opens the armoire. Crumpled inside the cabinet is the woman Gertrude's pale body. Lifeless, and cold. Kalista shakes her fists in rage. The smell of death now fills the air. The woman has been dead since at least the day before.
Still raging, Kalista bares her teeth and hisses at the room. This was not supposed to happen. Obsessed with the need to understand, she searches around. Here and there, scents, clues. And on the floor, a stocking. It does not belong to the girl. It belongs to the stranger. The man she had followed here originally.
Kalista sits on the floor and studies the scene. There is no doubt he had done it. There are only three recent scents in this room. Gertrude, Kalista's own scent, and that of the thin stranger.
She knows what had happened here. Still, that does not undo it. Perhaps she would meet the man one day and make him pay. Right now she is naked and hurt though. Kalista goes around the room and finds the little bag of money Gertrude had left. Ten silver pieces and some coppers. It will have to do. She has been reduced to stealing from the dead. Things are not looking up.
Kalista is ready to leave, but has to wait because she hears somebody out in the hall. Then it happens. The dead woman's body falls from the cupboard and thumps heavily on the wooden floor. Kalista freezes. She can only hope that the being outside had either not heard the noise or doesn't care. Footsteps near. She hears the clink of chainmail.
"Is everything okay in there?"
Kalista remains silent, afraid to even so much as breathe. The doorknob turns. The leopardess does not know what to do. She is caught, no way around it. Worst of all the man who peeks into the room is a city guard. He takes maybe a second to notice Kalista and the dead woman before unsheathing his sword.
"Hold on you!" He demands. Kalista feels her fur stand on end. She can't be captured. No Slayer could every stand the shame. Neither does she have just cause to kill this innocent human. The leopardess bares her teeth and growls. Then, the man does something she doesn't expect. He swings his sword. No calling for help, no judging the situation. He just simply attacks. Humans are not entirely bright after all. In a reflex she deflects the blow using the claws of her right paw. A little bit shocked, the man swings again, from the opposite angle.
Kalista has to reach out with her left paw to block the sword. It deflects nicely off her claws, but due to earlier injury, only her first two claws extend. With an odd wet noise, she feels the blade cut between her two smallest fingers. Pain, more pain. Before the man has even followed through on his attack, Kalista is upon his throat. She tears savagely. More in anger than anything else.
When she resumes coherent thought, the leopardess looks at what she has done. The guard is dead. She has killed an innocent. Certainly in self defense, but this does not bode well at all. She is so hungry, she can't help lapping up the widening pool of blood. As the leopardess does so, she looks at her left paw. The smallest finger had been neatly removed and a pulse of lifeblood is leaving her own body.
There are more noises outside. Someone has certainly heard the sounds of mortal combat within the room. No more time to lose, Kalista wraps a cloth around her left paw as tightly as she can and heads for the rooftops.
At this point, there is no way out of town without being seen. A couple of guards see her and call out. It is not time to plead mercy, the leopardess flees. The city guards chase after the leopardess intent on stopping her any way necessary. Kalista runs as fast as she can, but she is injured and tired. She can't outrun the humans.
Just as she reaches the edge of the woods, Kalista hears the sound of an arrow hitting the tree beside her. She turns and roars dominately. She would fight rather than be shot in the back. Both guards stand, one with a bow and one with a sword. She is ready to face them and fight to the death. Then, she hears another sound. From the side, a third guard fires his bow. There is no time to react. The arrow goes right behind Kalista's jaw and penetrates all the way out the opposite side of her face. She can't breathe, and falls over choking on blood.
When at last she is still, they check her body.
"Looks dead to me.
"Yeah, good shot Don, but she breaths yet."
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Demonslayer chapter 2: the evil rises by Blue Krobath
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Chapter 2 The next morning Blue wakes up. He walks to the lab and eeps when he sees a sad Morningstar sitting with a cup of coffee. "What's the matter father?" asks the blue fox as he sits down next to is sad father. He wipes away a tear and looks to Blue. "Your mother was killed. and there is
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[
"Action",
"Adventure",
"Bad Language",
"Demon"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10143-demonslayer-chapter-2-the-evil-rises
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Chapter 2
The next morning Blue wakes up. He walks to the lab and eeps when he sees a sad Morningstar sitting with a cup of coffee.
"What's the matter father?" asks the blue fox as he sits down next to is sad father.
He wipes away a tear and looks to Blue. "Your mother was killed. and there is nothing we can do, except begin your training as soon as possible... You must avenge your mother's murder."
Suddenly, Blue felt an emptiness within his soul, a sadness that cold never be cured. A creeping sorrow began to haunt him wherever he went. It slowly ate at his insides.
Walking around, he finds a ball of black metal from where the demon attacked his mother. Taking a forging hammer, Blue runs into the weapons development room and hammers at it until it is flat and thick with a diamond blade at the top and thins out into an ordinary blade at the hilt.
Morningstar comes in and watches in amazement. "What's all this about?"
"The blackness represents the darkness of the world, and the hole I am cutting into the middle stands for the void in my soul." Blue looks down at the ebony blade. "I shall call this....the Nighteblade"
Then, without warning, Tyrel reappeared. "So you must be the new creation! I'm going to destroy you now, before you become as powerful as me, kid.
Blue grabs the Niteblade off the counter and swings at Tyrel, breaking a horn off his head.
Tyrel bellows out in pain. "You will pay for that!"
Blue spin jumps in the air and kicks Tyrel in the back of the head, knocking him over and sliding across the floor.
"Get your ass up before i knock it out," Blue shouts as Tyrel staggers to his feet. Tyrel picks up Blue and flings him by his tail, smashing him into a wall. Blue falls out of the wall frustrated. He takes a pentagram and flings it like a star toward the demon dragon it cuts him, but barely.
As the fox' anger grows, he yells "demonichosis!" and transforms into a super-demon. his eyes change from blue to red. His blue fur became a dark black. His once delicate hands become massive wicked claws. His athletic feet became deadly talons. Fangs grow out the sides of his muzzle as his voice deepens into a low, evil tone. "Now, lets see how you fare against your own power, Demon!" As demon wings sprout from his back, he drops the Niteblade and darts toward Tyrel, grabbing his arms and holding the big dragon down until he is knocked off of him.
Tyrel disappears laughing "Farewell young demon. I hope you get stronger by the next time we meet! Mwahahahahahahaha!"
Blue changes back to his original self and looks to Morningstar shaking and scared. "Just who in the blue bloody blazes was THAT!!!?"
Morningstar gets back on his feet and points to where the dragon was. "That... is your enemy... His name is Tyrel, and he is the one who murdered your mother and destroyed our lives! You are all that remain because of him. I have no other option but to leave you in the care of my best scientist and send you to live on earth. Stop Tyrel and save the Earth! It is our only chance to survive.
2 weeks later
Within two weeks, blue had forgotten the attack and forgotten his family. His power, however, was another matter entirely.
Blue awakens to a beautiful orange sunrise pouring in through his bedroom window.
He crawls out of bed and walks into the kitchen and sees a note saying the scientist had to leave and he was on his own from now on. Blue nods and takes a shower before grabbing his backpack and the Niteblade so he could run to his first day of school.
When he got to the main doors an explosion rocks the campus. Blue's demon wings unfold and he grabs his Niteblade, jumping up onto the roof of the school as chaos and screams break out.
A brown wolf girl named Yanny, who wore a brown sweater and pink dress watches in awe at the athletic blue fox as he jumps over her head. Blue sees a gigantic gargoyle and decides that the reptilian creature must have been the source of the explosion.
He took a slashed his sword sideways at the gargoyle, but the gargoyle blocked. He swung Niteblade at another angle, but the gargoyle blocked again. Blue then starts a flurry of sword slashes, each one ending in a clink, cut short by the gargoyle's claws. After a second barrage of lunges, the gargoyle knocked it out of Blue's paws, the sword slicing into the ground, sticking up just in front of Yanny. The female wolf hugs the sword tight, eyes glittering as she watches her hero fight the gargoyle.
After a hard punch, Blue is left hanging onto the roof by one claw. Suddenly, claws start to grow out of his hands, talons grow out of his feet, and his fur darkens.
"DEMONICHOSIS!" His eyes became a blood red as fangs once more grew out his muzzle. Everyone watching gasped in fear and horror as they see the battle between the two beasts unfold.
"IM GONNA TEAR YOU APART!" yells Blue in a gruff deep demon voice.
He flies up and all over clawing the gargoyle up into a million pieces. The entrails of the gargoyle fall to the ground, landing with a sick splat of bloody organs.
Blue changes back to normal and opens his wings. He grins as he runs down the side of the tall building and lands on the ground after a successful triple flip. He slides up to a standing position from his one-foot and knee kneeling position that he took when he landed.
Three foxes run to Blue. A yellow one with black tipped ears and a whip-sword, a red fox with a mean look in his eyes with two katanas on his back, and a green fox with a blue bunnyhug and faded black jeans.
The yellow one was the first to spek. "where did you learn to fight like that?"
Blue puts his hands behind his head. "I don't know... It happened when i got angry at a demon."
"I'm Lex by the way." She batted her eyelashes at him.
The green foxwas the next to speak. "Hi. I'm Grant, the team mechanic."
The red stepped forward next, sticking his muzzle in the air. "Why bother with him? Who are you, demon boy?"
Blue points at the red fox. "Just who are you callin demon? I just saved your school, not to mention your scrawny ass and I didn't even get a single "thank you." Who the hell do you think you are and why are you armed?"
Lex puts away her whip and bows. "We are the Demonhunter Society and we were going to stop the demon that attacked, but it seems you got everything handled."
An orange beaver with a blue tail walks up to them and Grant introduces him. "This is Rex, our weapons mechanic. He makes our weapons while I maintain the."
Blue nods and puts the Niteblade away. He and opens his wings and hovers. "I think we should go home and decide what we are gonna do. If we are to stop whatever that THING was from bringing more in."
The red fox stayed behind when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" The voice was gruff but not deep. "It's me. Did the gargoyle destroy the school?"
The red fox shook his head. "No, he was a total failure. Shall we go to Plan B?"
The voice yells "WHAT? What destoyed it?"
The red fox replied "A blue fox with a black sword, sir. Is he a threat?" The voice yells out in frustration. "YES HE IS A THREAT! I THOUGHT I TOOK CARE OF THAT LITTLE BRAT THREE WEEKS AGO!" The voice sighs and stops yelling. "Keep a close eye on him and fill me in. Remember Exishio, I kept up my end of the bargain; you make damn sure you hold up yours. Click." With a shaking hand, he puts the cell phone away and walks to Blue's house to join the others, praying he won't fail his master again.
Blue opens up a map in his basement. "Since that thing attacked the school," he points to the school on the map, "we have to clear out the entire school campus if we are to stop these things from overrunning the town. Are we raedy?" they put their hands in the middle and clap them. "READY!"
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A Night in the Tail Underground by Doctor Otter
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#3 of Tail Underground - It was a peaceful night inside of the tavern known to all as the Tail Underground within the Land of Arca. A country that bans Tail Raising to a severe degree... The night was quiet and all inside the tavern were celebrating, for the Tail Underground, as it's name applies,
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[
"No-Yiff"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51776-a-night-in-the-tail-underground
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It was a peaceful night inside of the tavern known to all as the Tail Underground within the Land of Arca. A country that bans Tail Raising to a severe degree... The night was quiet and all inside the tavern were celebrating, for the Tail Underground, as it's name applies, is the only safe place for tail raisers to be. Suddenly, the peace is shattered by the quick swinging of the door to slam against the wall. All patrons turn to look as a young blue dragon stood dressed in ornate oriental armor holding up a young fox dressed in beautiful red silken garbs his Brown hair flowing down to his lower back. "Help!" he screamed as he dragged the young fox through the tavern, the fox's arm over the dragons shoulders, "Please help... we've traveled from across the desert to the east... my master... he's... he's collapsed in exhaustion, somebody help please!" The young arctic fox from behind the bar sprung into action, practically jumping over the bar to grab the fox's other arm and lead the two upstairs, "Quickly, to my room..." The two quickly lead the young fox up to the first room on the right, the tender's room, and lays the fox upon the bed gently. The Rest of the tavern, curious as to the scene all followed the three and watched them as the young dragon knelt next to the fox, praying to the gods he would be ok.
The Young Arctic Fox genly lays his paw over the dragon's shoulder and smiled, "he will be fine, let us return downstairs young dragon..." With that the young dragon left his master and went back downstairs back to the tavern. Everyone else slowly began returning back to their business. "So," said the young arctic fox, "what brings you to this lowly kingdom of Arca dragon?" The young dragon looked up to the fox at the bar and sighed, "I do appologize for the rude interuption, I am Feng from the Kingdom of Han-ma, my master who is upstairs, is Prince Xing, the soon to be emperor of Han-Ma... the only problem is we are at war to find who will be the next emperor of Han-Ma..." The Young fox looked at Feng with a concerned look, "I'm so sorry to hear that, I do hope your war goes ok..." Feng nodded softly, "That is why the prince and I came here... to ask of this country for aid in our war..." The young fox nodded, "dunno about that... Arca can be quite stubborn, but he's always interested in learning about new countries... so you never know..." the young fox said sliding a stein of ale to the young dragon. The Dragon shook his head gently, "I've no money to pay... er... I never caught your name..." he said as he pushed the Stein back. "Ian..." said the young Fox, pushing it back, "Sir Ian if you please... and... it's on the house..." The young Dragon bowed his head gently, "you are most gracious in our time of need, I know not of how I can repay you..." Ian smiled gently and looked to the young dragon, "don't you worry about payment, you were in need, and it is my duty to help..."
Ian then went back to his work of cleaning his glasses on the bar, "So tell me... what is Han-Ma like?" The Dragon smile, reminicing about his homeland the six years before the war began, "Han-Ma is a beautiful place, crystal clear lakes, wonderfully warm climate, beatiful sceanary, and the city structures are quite the marvel!" Ian smiled gently, "I see, sounds beautiful, how about your Prince? what are his views on running the country?" he asked out of curiousity. "The Prince?!" asked the young dragon, blinked a bit, finding it quite strange to be asked, as though he were being interogated. He blushed slightly and smiled, "Prince Xing is the most magnificent leader so far... he cares for his people, he loves them like any father would love their children... he creates plans that won't kill anyone..." Ian smiled, "I see... and what side is he on?" Feng looked to Ian, "He stands on the side of Ying, with the other fox of Xun, I am a Dragon of Shang, also on the side of Yin, our enemies are of the Yang coalition, they include the Tigers of Ping and the Wolves of Xiaou... The Phoenix of Ming on the other hand... remain neutral..." Ian looked to the young dragon and smiled softly, "You have a sence of pride working for you master... almost a love for it..." The dragon became rigid and looked at him sternly, "My service to the my lord, Prince Xing, is professional an nothing more Sir Ian..." Ian looked to the dragon, smiling, almost knowing the truth, "Are you sure about that... I sence a hint of love behind your words..." The Dragon quickly looked away, his blue scales turning red in embarrassment, "I... I... yes... yes I love him Sir Ian... I... I would give my life for that man..." Ian looked at him calmly and smiled, finally knowing the truth, "I see... well then Feng, tell me, what's the young Prince's stance on... Tail Raising?" he asked. The dragon looked at him confused, "Tail Raising?! what do you mean by that?" Ian looked to him, "Homosexuality..." he calmly said. Feng nodded, "ah, Prince Xing isn't a 'tail raiser' as you'd call it... but he does take men and women..." Ian smiled gently and looked past the young dragon, "so... how do YOU feel about the young prince..." Feng blushed at the question, and then looked over to him, "Prince Xing is a wonderful man... he's charming... handsome... I... I can't think of what I'd do if I were to fail him in my duty to protect him... I... I'd have no choice but to commit Hara-Kiri, just to see his smile again..." Ian smiled softly, "that's a little overboard but..."
At this point Feng finally realized that Ian's attention was diverted and slowly turned to see the young prince standing at the bottom of the stairwell. Feng in utter shock knelt down in front of the young prince, "P... Prince Xing... I had no idea you were awake... I..." The young prince gently silenced the dragon, allowing him to gently stand up and smiled, "you've no worries, I'm fine now my dear guard... and I am touched to know that you have feelings for me young Feng..." The young dragon blushed and looked up, "Thank you sir, it is an honor to serve." With that, the young prince looked to Ian and smiled, "How much will it be for a room?" he asked softly. Ian waved them upstairs and smiled, "on the house..." With that, the prince and his guard slowly disappeared up the stairs just as Ping, the panda bellhop came around down after attending to a guest, watching the two go upstairs, he stared in utter amazment at the young fox he passed as he pointed, "IAN!!!! tha... th th th th th th..." he stuttered, but Ian nodded, not seeming surprised, "I know Ting... I know..."
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Seaside Playtime - Footplay story for Toumal by WyraachUr
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Well this is a new thing for me - foot fetish stories XD This little number was commissioned by Toumal himself, so I tried to do the best I could with it. It got a little rushed near the end I admit, but I've been sick over the last few days, so i did the best I could with it despite not being 100%.
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[
"Feet",
"Foot",
"Foot Fetish",
"Male",
"Masturbation",
"Orca",
"Penis",
"Sex"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464618-seaside-playtime-footplay-story-for-toumal
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"It's too boring around here..." Janmar thought to himself as he swam through the ocean, travelling in his feral form. He tilted his head slightly, looking around for other signs of life, but with little to no success - it seemed that the part of the ocean he was swimming through was seemingly bereft of life. "You'd think a big, wide ocean like this would have at least one other whale, or a whole group of them here... oh well, there should be a beach not too far from here, maybe I'll be able to find some company there." He sighed as he kept swimming.
The beach that Janmar was heading for was a rather empty looking place at the moment. With how cold the weather was and frequent reports of snow and rain on the way, nobody wanted to leave their houses to go anywhere. And those who were able to get out of the house were either working, going to college, or doing some Christmas shopping before it was too late.
There was, however, one other creature on the beach, all by himself.
"It's too boring around here..." Toumal sighed, the anthro orca idly kicking up sand as he walked around the deserted beach. "I guess in this weather no-one wants to come down here." He sat down on the sandy surface, looking out towards the distance. "You'd think one person would come down here to check on the whales, but I guess that's a bit too much to ask for. Oh well, at least I got the whole beach to myself!" He tried to joke.
As Janmar got slowly closer to the beach, he emerged from the waters, looking towards the shore. "Aw man, it's totally empty... guess this just hasn't been a good day for... hold on..." He scanned the beach, catching sight of the lone orca morph. "Well how do you like that, another orca!" He grinned, starting to swim towards the sandy shore. "I'll have to pay him a visit!"
"Maybe I'll go for a swim..." Toumal thought as he got back to his feet. "Maybe some time will pass, the weather will let up and I'll get some company... hrm?" He looked out at the sea and saw the large orca swimming towards him. "Well how do you like that?" He grinned. "Another orca's come to pay a visit. Shame he's not gonna be able to come ashore..."
Of course, as soon as he said those words, he noticed the large orca starting to shrink a little bit, his body altering and reform. Fins grew longer and slimmer, turning into arms tipped with webbed clawed hands. A pair of legs sprouted from his torso as his tail shrank down in size, his bulky form growing slimmer and more muscled.
"Huh? Well that's a first..." Toumal gasped as the now anthromorphic Janmar launched himself from the water, doing a couple of spins in the air before landing behind Toumal, his tail brushing against the other orca.
"Hey there." Janmar smiled, turning to face Toumal. "Imagine running into another orca in a place like this."
"Well it is a beach, you do get some kinds of whales around here after all." Toumal responded.
"True, true. But today it seems totally empty... I wonder if any of the animals are migrating?"
"I wouldn't be able to help you with that." Toumal shrugged. "I just go where I feel like, if I bump into other people or animals, I'll interact with them."
"Well aren't you the friendly one?" The taller orca smiled. "I like spending time with other creatures too, although usually when I spend time with them, sometimes they don't always leave as a human."
"What do you mean?" He tilted his head.
"Oh you don't have to worry about me trying to change you, you're an animal already. But since you asked, I have the power to bless or curse other people. It's a long and interesting story about how I got this power, so it might be best saved for another time."
"If you say so." Toumal blushed, noticing that Janmar's tail was still brushing against his side, stroking his thigh slowly. "So now that you're down here with me, what are you gonna do?"
"Hrm... well I wasn't expecting to bump into anyone to be fairly honest, let alone another orca..." He got a little closer. "And one as cute as yourself to boot... I bet everyone loves you, don't they?"
"Yeah, I can't deny that..." His blushing got more fierce, Janmar's tail stroking harder and harder, the fin brushing against his crotch.
"And I haven't bumped into anyone for a while now...I've got a lot of pent up need..." He murred, idly stroking at his crotch. His balls bulged a little as the slit above parted, a long, slick orca cock emerging from it.
"Oh man... you're pretty big..." Toumal commented - the size displayed by Janmar was enough to rival his own, not to mention that unlike his, it actually resembled the equipment his species was known for, a long, slender, tapered rod.
"Thank you... would you like to find out just how big I am?"
"Maybe... just tell me if I have to do anything beforehand."
"There is one thing you can do..." Janmar said, lowering himself to the ground as he motioned for Toumal to sit in front of him. The muscled orca nodded as he sat down a couple of feet away from him.
"Just tell me what and I'll - " he was about to finish, but he was interrupted by the other orca sticking his clawed, webbed foot in his face.
"Give my feet a nice, hard licking. If you do good, I'll treat you to something special..." Janmar said with a big grin, murring as he wriggled his toes in Toumal's face.
"Mmmm..." He blushed a little bit, shuddering at the thought of it. He smiled a little as he opened his mouth, extending his long, broad tongue to lick at the soles of the other orca's feet. The rough tongue felt like heaven, using it to slick up his soles nice and slowly, running it between his taloned toes as he forced the webbing down.
"Oooohhh....oh yeah, that's a good orca..." Janmar shuddered, panting a little as his claws gently scratched the sides of his face. Toumal's tongue was going all over his feet, getting into each little crevice, the rubbery skin beginning to gleam a little bit as he kept on licking them. "You've done this before, haven't you?"
"Mmmmffhh... lots of practise..." Toumal moaned, Janmar grasping his head with his feet, pushing them against him as he kept on licking, getting them even more slick. Janmar could feel his hot, steamy breath against his feet, heating them up slightly as they were left shiny by his licking.
"Mmmm....well... I think you've done enough to gain your reward..." He smiled, pulling his claws away from his face, his toes still wiggling a little. "In fact, I might have to give you TWO rewards for your services here..." He said in a sly, seducing tone, his cock still rock hard, pre leaking down the triangular tip. With his feet no longer in his face, he noticed that his friend's own cock had emerged during all the fun, the human-shaped head glistening. "Want a free drink?"
"I wouldn't mind if you're offering..." Toumal said, Janmar's cock being aimed at his big, round maw. He gently took the tip of it into his muzzle, wrapping his tongue around it, licking at the tip, lapping at the pre that leaked from it.
"And that's only one reward..." Janmar reminded him, putting one foot forward as he grasped Toumal's thick, humanoid cock between two of his claws, rubbing it with them. He began to slowly stroke up and down at a steady pace, waiting for Toumal to respond to him.
"Ghh..ghrhu..." He gasped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he took more of Janmar's meat into his muzzle, starting to thrust against Janmar's paw. Janmar grinned, lowering his clawed foot downwards, letting it rest on Toumal's crotch, gently cupping his balls as he pressed against it.
"That's it... you love doing this, don't ya?" Janmar panted, feeling even more of his cock sliding down his muzzle. Around half of it must have been in his mar, Toumal doing his best to deepthroat his friend.
"Mmfhh.. I'd be...lying if I said otherwise..." Toumal was able to get out, pre sliding down his throat as he humped vigorously into his friend's foot, the already slick foot getting even slicker as pre ran down his claws.
The two of them were able to keep it up for what felt like an eternity, Toumal masterfully sucking Janmar off whilst humping into his toes, slicking them up. Eventually the two of them reached orgasm, the pair letting loose deep bellows as Janmar came deep into Toumal, rich seed dripping down his throat as Toumal blew his load over Janmar's chest and feet, coating them in sticky cum.
"Ooohhh... oooh yeahh..." They moaned in unison, panting as they pulled away from each other, their cocks softening as they receded back into their groins.
"Mffhh... you know, you really weren't kidding about 'pent-up need' Toumal chuckled, wiping his chin a little. "Just how long have you been without company?"
"A week or two - I would have taken care of it myself, but I thought I'd save it up for something big." He grinned. "So what now, are you just gonna stick around this empty beach, hoping that someone will come and stop by? Or would you rather go swimming with me, see what we can find?"
"As nice as this beach is..." Toumal looked around him. "It would be nice to take a break from it."
"Awesome!" Janmar grinned, turning around as he ran back towards the sea, jumping into it. Toumal smiled as he followed behind, jumping in shortly afterwards as they swam off into the distance, looking for more fun.
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Sexy Time 9 - French Diplomacy by AdamantZoroark
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Narrator is Australian Story uses American spellings Screw logic! Anyway, finally got another Sexy Time out. F/F for the Yuri lovers. Tried to make this one more romantic than the others. Enjoy! - The French. Most Pokemon seem to have a sort of love-hate relationship with them. We love their wine.
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[
"F/F",
"French Kissing",
"Oral",
"Pokemon",
"Weavile",
"lopunny"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696745-sexy-time-9-french-diplomacy
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The French. Most Pokemon seem to have a sort of love-hate relationship with them. We love their wine. We love their food. We love their kissing. But there seems to be some kind of history with everyone hating the French. We tend to portray them as arrogant, cigarette-smoking Pokemon, but ones who are great lovers. If the French are great lovers, then this is a story of one who was an excellent lover - My girlfriend, Angelique the Lopunny.
One day, Angelique came home with some roses and some wine. I knew she wanted to be a romantic that night, but I wasn't exactly sure why. Was she trying to apologize for something? Did she just want to give me roses? Or was she just horny and wanted to seduce me? I wasn't sure, but just thinking about it was giving me a headache.
"Hey babe," said Angelique.
"Hey. What are the roses for?", I asked.
"Oh Jessica, you silly Weavile! They're for you!"
"They're beautiful. Thank you!"
"How about some wine tonight, Jessica?"
"That sounds lovely."
While Angelique went to go get the wine glasses, I looked at the bottle of wine she bought. I knew it was just going to be the same wine she usually bought, but I just couldn't resist looking at it.
"So I see you're buying the same typical French wine," I said.
"Well, at least I don't always put shrimp on the barbeque," said Angelique.
"Ha ha ha. Funny."
As Angelique poured out some wine, I smelled the roses she got for me, smelling their strong, fruity aroma. I smiled, feeling delighted that she picked out such wonderful-smelling roses. I stayed smiling, with my eyes closed, for a few seconds.
"And one glass of wine for you, mon cheri," said Angelique.
"Oh, thanks," I said.
I sat in Angelique's lap and drank from the wine glass.
"This is so sweet of you, Angelique," I said. "This is why I love you."
"You're welcome, my dear," said Angelique.
"So, what made you decide on all of this?"
"I just... Wanted to show you how much I love you. But I couldn't put it to words."
"Aww... How sweet of you."
Afterwards, there was a bit of a pause as we drank our wine. As soon as we had both emptied our wine glasses, Angelique had me pour us out more wine. While I went straight into drinking more wine, Angelique first gently kissed the side of my neck a couple of times, causing a sudden, powerful wave of desire to pulse through me.
"So, uhh, Angelique," I said. "Do you want to... Do something fun tonight?"
"Like what?", she asked.
"Well... Maybe..."
I set my wine glass down on the coffee table, then turned around and began French kissing Angelique. I passionately forced my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around her tongue and her mouth while simultaneously slightly opening and closing my mouth to satisfy our lips as well. Angelique set her wine glass down on the coffee table, and proceeded to join in on the French kiss. I felt a wet, sticky sensation grow inside of my panties, signaling my intensifying arousal. As we kissed, Angelique began undressing me; starting first with my pants and panties, then immediately removing my shirt, and, finally, my bra. As she did so, I undressed her as well, in the same order. As soon as I undressed her, Angelique stopped kissing me.
"I'd like to place a French embassy down under," she said.
"Only if I get to place an Australian embassy in France," I said.
And with that, we got into position and began to lick each other's vaginas, moving our tongues and lips in the same manner as we were while French kissing. I desired so badly to say something to signify how pleasurable this was, but I was so focused on pleasuring Angelique that I couldn't. All either one of us had time to let out were moans. It was then that I realized, no words were necessary. It was obvious to both of us that we were both enjoying this. It was as if we were, in that moment, connected to each other.
After a couple minutes, Angelique began to rub my vagina with her hand, while continuing to eat me out. This caused an abrupt spike of pleasure; I was unsure if I could handle how much pleasure. My moans got louder and louder by the second; realizing that this would disturb the neighbors, I quickly turned the TV on and turned up the volume to ensure that they didn't hear my moaning. It turned out that I turned the TV on at just the right time, as only about a minute after I turned it on, I felt the tension within my pelvis about to release. I was ready for orgasm. At around the same time, I heard Angelique's moaning get louder and louder, considering she was at the same point. After this realization, we both released our orgasms, causing our pussy juices to enter our mouths and get all over the couch. As this happened, I felt rapid, pleasuring contractions within my vagina, causing me to moan extremely loudly; Angelique's moans were similarly loud. After a good minute, our orgasms were done, as shown by our sighs of relief.
We both then went back to sitting down on the couch, and started to finish our glasses of wine.
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Mathematic Inspiration by TrianglePascal
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This story is another repost. Sorry for any annoyance or confusion. This story contains sexual acts between anthropomorphized male animals. If you're not legal or not into it, don't read it. ‾‾‾ Joshua knew that something was up the moment he stepped into the apartment. Well, that was kind of
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"Anal",
"Cougar",
"Fox",
"Humor",
"M/M",
"Oral"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97878-mathematic-inspiration
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This story is another repost. Sorry for any annoyance or confusion.
This story contains sexual acts between anthropomorphized male animals. If you're not legal or not into it, don't read it.
‾‾‾
Joshua knew that something was up the moment he stepped into the apartment. Well, that was kind of inaccurate. He suspected that something was wrong when he unlocked the door, and found it difficult to push open. It felt as if there was something stuck behind the door, barricading him out.
When he stepped inside and saw half of his roommate's possessions lying all over the kitchen floor, then he actually knew that something was wrong.
The cougar paused just inside the door for a moment, his wide eyes taking in the scattered bits of clothing and paper extending from his roommate's door. He remained there for a few moments, until he heard a slight thump coming from deeper within the apartment. Joshua let out a long, exasperated sigh, rubbing his forehead hard. He stepped forward, carefully placed his keys on the table, and called out, "Ian? You home?"
There was a bang from the dirty room, followed by a long line of muffled curses. Joshua waited patiently, taking off his backpack and putting a pot of water on to boil. As he began pulling out a pair of mugs from their cupboard, he heard claws tapping on linoleum.
Joshua turned around, opening his mouth to speak, but as he caught sight of the arctic fox, his jaw seemed to unhinge, and he fumbled with the mugs as they almost fell from his paws.
Ian's normally neat and pristine fur was matted down and covered in knots. At one spot by his knee, Joshua could see a pencil caught in the twisted white fur. His green eyes, normally vibrant and highlighted by his pale fur, were blood shot. As he watched the fox, they darted about the room, in a way quite opposite from his normal placidness. His long, fluffy white tail was tense, and it twitched erratically.
"What?" the fox finally demanded, his breath heavy as he glared up at the cougar.
Joshua paused, still eying the fox carefully as he hugged the mugs to his chest. Then, he began stuttering, "Um, uh... are you feeling alright?"
"Wonderful," Ian snapped, tilting his head to the side. "Why?"
"No reason," Joshua muttered, finally getting his cool back. He casually placed the mugs on the table, and, as he grabbed a few teabags, continued. "It's just that the contents of your room seem to be strewn across the kitchen floor."
Ian started, then glanced down at the small pile of crumpled notes and used socks he was standing on.
"Ah," the fox nodded, returning his gaze to Joshua. "Right. I'll clean that up later."
"Course you will." He plopped the bags into the mugs, and began pouring the now-boiling water over them. He paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of the tea (English Breakfast for him, decaf for Ian), before saying, "You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah," Ian said, waving his paw at Joshua distractedly. "There's just this one thing..."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Well..."
Joshua glanced over at Ian, raising his eyebrows. "Well what?"
Ian remained there panting for a moment, as though considering what he was about to say. Then, he threw his head back, and in a howl of absolute agony, screamed, "I CAN'T FIND THE BASIS OF THIS FUCKING VECTOR SPACE!"
Joshua's eyes widened again as he stared at the small fox, who had proceeded to collapse onto the floor in a blubbering mess. Had he just said... vector space? There was no way Ian, so calm and relaxed, could get so bent out of shape because of a bloody math problem, was there? That was crazy...
"...and I tried to use the nullspace but it came out inconsistent and then I row-reduced it using constants x, y, and z, but it got all screwy, so I tried finding the basis of the fucking column space but its dimension was equal to n which doesn't work because its rank is only supposed to be two and I tried looking at my notes and it isn't working!"
Joshua continued staring as he realised that Ian had been speaking that entire time. He blinked a few times, wondering whether he should have been paying attention. Of course, the liberal arts major never really understood anything that came out of Ian's mouth when he spoke of math. The two of them got along fine enough, but conversations they had about each other's programs were rarely fulfilling.
Figuring that he ought to say something, Joshua cleared his throat, still eying his smaller companion. "So... you're saying that you're freaking out... and you've spread your stuff across half of the dorm... because you can't get a math question right?"
"Yes, it's horrible!"
"It's math; you're not supposed to understand it."
"But I always understand it!" Ian shouted. He sputtered for a few moments, looking around the apartment, as though he would find inspiration there.
Joshua regarded his dormmate with a mixture of amusement and pity as he sipped delicately at his tea. The little guy was almost in tears, now, working himself up into a frenzy. The cougar remembered his first year of university, and how obsessed he'd been with understanding each basic concept. Of course, he'd never been quite as obsessed as Ian, but still.
"Ian?" the cougar finally said, interrupting the fox's rantings. "Sit down."
Looking surprised at having been interrupted, Ian complied without hesitation. He glanced down, and was surprised to find a rather large mug of decaf tea sitting on the table in front of him.
"Drink up," Joshua ordered, nodding towards the mug. As the fox picked up his tea, Joshua leaned back in his chair and began tapping his fingers together. "You know how I spent my first year majoring in psych, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Alright, I'm going to be the psychologist now, and you're going to answer all of my questions, got it?"
Ian sighed, giving a hesitant nod as he took another sip.
"Good. So, has anything beyond the math been troubling you lately?"
"Not really. Things are going good; my marks are high, I should be holding onto my scholarships if I keep this up, and-"
"Stop," the cougar ordered, and Ian looked up in surprise. "No more of this academic bullcrap. Have you been feeling stressed out at all? For reasons other than school?"
"I don't think so. I mean, I have had this weird feeling, almost like I'm itching all the time but I don't know where to scratch. But that's normal, right?"
"Maybe. How have things been going in your love life lately?" Joshua asked, letting his mind wander. "Have you been having trouble with your girlfriend... boyfriend...?"
"No," the fox scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm single."
A flag went up in Joshua's mind, but he tried to keep calm as he asked his next question. "So, no relationships? Do you go out looking for, uh, company that often?"
"Never," Ian shrugged, taking a long drag at his tea. "I've been spending all of my time studying matrices and derivative formulae."
Upon these words, another flag went off in the cougar's head. Feeling slightly horrified at the prospect, he asked, "Alright, Ian, I need you to be honest with me. When was the last time you fucked?"
Ian's eyes widened as he began coughing, having swallowed a bit too much tea. Even as he hacked and wheezed, he turned his eyes up to stare at the cougar in shock. Joshua kept his face passive, waiting for the fox to reclaim himself.
Finally, after a few moments, Ian managed to wheeze out, "What are you talking about?"
"Are you the psychologist here?"
"No, but...?"
"Well then please answer my question and let me do my job."
"Your job? You had one year of psych! It's not like-"
"You're dodging the question!" Joshua interrupted. He moved so that he was looking Ian directly in the eye, and demanded, "When did you last fuck?"
Ian watched him for a few moments, clearly unsure on whether he should answer the question or not. Finally, he said, his voice just above a whisper, "I haven't... fucked... since I was in Montreal."
Joshua's jaw dropped, and he stared in open horror. His paws were shaking on his mug of tea, and he forced himself to put it down on the table. Finally, he managed to gasp out, "You haven't fucked since you came here? It's been three months, man!"
"So? Lots of people go for a while without sex, it's not like-"
"You're not most people!" Joshua replied, shaking his head. "You're a fox, for fuck's sake!"
"So?"
"So a fox cannot go more than a week without some intense love making!"
"Says who?"
"Says everybody who's got an ounce of knowledge in their heads!"
"Don't you find that the least bit racist?"
"I would if it weren't true! Damn, man, no wonder why you can't concentrate. You need to get yourself laid!"
Ian stared at him for a few more seconds, then threw his arms up in the air. "I am not comfortable having this conversation with you. I'm totally fine!"
"You are not fine!" Joshua sighed, shaking his head in annoyance. Finally, he glanced up at the arctic fox, and muttered, "Okay, go get yourself cleaned up. We're getting you laid tonight."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on, look at yourself! You're a tight little package of white sexiness. Odds are we can hook you up with five people in the first hour if we really try. Besides, you know you want it."
Ian stared at the older fur in disgust for a few moments, his mouth working but no words coming out. Finally, he settled on, "I'm going back into my room. I don't need help with... with that. I'm going to do my math, and pretend we never had this conversation. Good night."
Joshua leaned back in his chair and heaved a sigh. He rolled his eyes once, and then said, his voice sounding bored, "Ian?"
"What?" Ian snapped, spinning around to glare... and then stare at the cougar.
Somehow, within the past couple moments, Joshua had managed to unbutton and unzip his pants, and tug them down so that his plum, tawny sheath was visible. The fleshy tube itself was a few inches long already without the actual cock showing any. A pair of perfectly proportional orbs sat just below the sheath, hanging loosely over the waistband of the cougar's red briefs. Ian's green eyes were instantly drawn down to the substantial package, horrified fascination dominating his face.
Joshua watched Ian for a few moments, giving him a bit of time to take in the sight. Then, he made a slight gesture with his hand, and ordered, "Suck it."
Ian didn't move. He didn't come up with a snappy reply, he didn't turn away in disgust; he didn't even breathe. Joshua shrugged, leaning back in his chair slightly to further expose his package. He could understand the fox's surprise. It wasn't often that your roommate ordered you to suck him off. The cougar picked his mug of tea back up, and raised it to his lips. Ian would probably need a few seconds to understand what he'd been asked, then a few more to get comfortable with the idea, then-
Scalding liquid poured into Joshua's mouth, the cougar's eyes shooting open as he bent forward suddenly. As soon as he managed to gulp down the burning tea, he sucked in a deep gasp of air, and glanced down.
A white head, topped with small triangular ears, was buried in his lap, its tongue already pulling Joshua's balls into its mouth. Joshua's free paw shot down, grasping desperately at the fur on the back of the fox's neck. He sucked in deep breaths, his other paw spilling tea as it replaced the mug on the table. Then, that paw went down as well, grabbing on tight to Ian's headfur.
"Damn," he stuttered, panting. "D-damn..."
The fox in his lap was giving his balls more attention than they'd had in their entire life. One moment, his tongue was hefting the skin up, so that the two globes dropped down on either side. Then, he would begin lapping at them as if he were a feral drinking up water. His tongue slapped up against their undersides again and again, quickly coating them in the arctic fox's ample supply of saliva.
Joshua was dimly aware of Ian reaching forward to wrap his arms around the back of the chair, giving him a better grip. Then, the cougar's torso arched, throwing his head back as one of his balls was pulled into Ian's mouth. Joshua mewled, caught somewhere on the brink of pleasure and pain as the fox's muzzle sucked hard at the orb. An intense heat was spreading throughout his crotch, making the cougar feel blind.
It had been so fast. One moment, nothing, and the next, the fox was sucking on his balls like they were the only water he'd drunk in weeks. By the time the fox switched over to the other half of his scrotum, Joshua's feline cock had already left its sheath, and was standing proudly at its eight-inch length.
Joshua hesitated for a moment, not sure whether he should be trying to speak with the fox right now. However, eventually, his paw shaking, he managed to reach down and tap Ian softly on the shoulder.
Ian's eyes glanced up, and he tilted his head back slightly to look at Joshua. The cougar stared at him for a moment, barely suppressing a moan. The fox was still sucking on his balls as he watched him; the skin of his sac was blocking Joshua's view of the bottom of half of Ian's muzzle. He looked so content there, a pair of balls in his mouth, that Joshua barely managed to muster up the heart to speak.
"Uh, this is great," he gasped, giving a meaningful nod downwards. "But, uh, my, uh, other friend here would like some attention at some point."
Even around the ball in his mouth, Ian's muzzle curled into a grin. He opened his mouth, letting the sac drop back down, and licked his lips.
"I think I might be able to help your other friend out," the fox purred, and his tongue snaked out, moving close to that spiny length between the cougar's legs.
"Wait!"
Ian looked up, and this time Joshua actually did moan. He just looked so adorable and sexy there, glancing up at him, his eyes pleading with him to let Ian start sucking on him.
"I wanna see as much of that sexy fur of yours as I can while I'm riding your face," the cougar finally managed to say.
A wide grin crossed Ian's muzzle, and he quickly began fighting with his black T-shirt. After a few moments, he managed to pull it off of himself, revealing a tight and toned thin chest. The arctic fox wasn't a package of muscles; no, definitely not. He had just enough chords in the right places to make him wiry, but not frail.
"That enough?" Ian asked.
"It'll do," Joshua nodded, "for now-fuck!"
Joshua sucked in his breath sharply as the fox fell on his cock with a vengeance, not wasting any time on licking. He took the entire length into his muzzle, using his tongue to wrap around the base.
The cougar briefly considered how Ian had managed to take him in so quickly, what with the spines and all. However, his attention was quickly drawn away from that question as the fox began actually sucking. The warmth around the feline shaft suddenly became much tighter, as Ian's muzzle pulled on it, trying to get it deeper into his throat.
After several long moments of this, Ian pulled back, his tongue dragging along the underside of the cock the entire way. Joshua shuddered the entire time, and it took all of his self-control to not reach down and hump himself into the fox again.
As Ian's muzzle finally pulled free of the cock, he gasped in breath, panting heavily. Even as he was catching his breath, though, he leaned forward, rubbing the fur of his muzzle over the length.
Joshua, through his own panting, could feel a rumbling building in his throat. He purred unashamedly as that incredibly soft fur teased his arousal, making him squirm back and forth in his chair.
Ian, knowing the torture he was putting his larger roommate through, grinned. Now that he seemed to have gotten himself back under control, he wanted a bit of revenge on Joshua for provoking him. He kept rubbing the side of muzzle against the shaft, masturbating it lightly with his face.
He pulled back at one point, opening his muzzle. He pulled it across, so that for a moment, that sensitive, barbed cock was hanging between his lips, not quite touching anything. Then, he released a hard puff of breath, and kept moving his muzzle over to rub on the other side.
Above him, Joshua groaned. "Asshole."
"It's your own fault," the arctic fox replied, rubbing on the underbelly of the cock now with his nose. He stabbed his muzzle forward slightly, burying his wet black nose in Joshua's crotch again. He sucked in a deep breath, and caught the heavy scent of arousal that hung about the cougar.
"Ian..." Joshua moaned. The fox glanced up questioningly, and Joshua hesitated for a moment. "Nevermind."
Ian snickered softly, his hot breath falling across the hot shaft before his muzzle. "Were you going to ask if you could fuck me?"
"Depends," Joshua replied, trying to get his cool back. He stuttered slightly, the hot puffs from the fox making his cock pulse in need. "If I asked, what would you say?"
The fox pulled his face away from the cock, standing up slowly and dragging his muzzle up along Joshua's torso. His nose caught under the jaguar's shirt, and pulled it up partially as he went. He extended his tongue, and dragged a single, long lick up Joshua's chest.
He pulled his muzzle back, letting the shirt fall back down, and wrapped his arms around the jaguar. He lifted himself up, and straddled the still sitting Joshua, and brought his muzzle forward to whisper in his ear.
"I'd invite you into my room," Ian finally answered. "However, I think we'll have to use yours, seeing as mine is somewhat... messy."
"Might as well spread the mess around," Joshua agreed, putting his own arms behind the fox's bare back. He lifted him up easily, still in that straddling position, and stood up. The cougar, easily a head taller than Ian, didn't even flinch under the fox's weight. His member, still rock hard, was pressed up under the fabric of Ian's green cargo pants, leaving long trails of pre along the underside.
Joshua turned, and walked to the door to his own room. He was grateful that he hadn't fully closed the door that morning, so that he could just push it open as he stepped through.
The lights were off, and the blinds slightly pulled. They let in the small bit of red light that was left in the day, giving a slight rosy glow to Ian's fur as he laid him down on the bed.
The two released each other, and then quickly fumbled with their clothing. Joshua tugged his hoody over his head, tossing to the floor, and pulled down his already undone pants. This left his cock in plain view, easy for all to see as it stood proudly out from its sheath.
Ian was just finishing up with kicking off his pants and black underwear, his tail curling out on the bed beneath his crotch. Joshua could only stare with a watering mouth as the fox's member bounced about with the action, free from its white sheath. The foxhood was average size, and of a pink colour that stood out starkly against Ian's fur.
Finally, the pants fell free of Ian's legs, leaving him completely nude. As he finished this struggle he panted a few times, then glanced up at Joshua. Their eyes caught each other's for a few moments, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Then, slowly, languidly, Ian stretched his legs out, and straightened his tail so that it drooped over the edge of the bed. Joshua watched that long white line, staring as it led his eyes up and back to Ian's cheeks.
The tail gave two slight twitches upwards, almost beckoning to Joshua. The cougar glanced up at Ian, and the fox nodded.
Joshua knelt down on the bed, and grabbed Ian's legs. He lifted both of them carefully up, and hung them over his shoulders. On reflex, Ian flexed his back muscles, lifting his lower sections up and presenting himself to the large cougar.
Joshua stared down at the fox's two plump cheeks for a few moments, breathing deeply in and out. He reached forward tentatively, and gave one of the globes a slight stroke. He grinned as he felt Ian shuddering beneath his touch.
He placed his other hand on the opposite cheek, and then, slowly, he pried them apart as gently as possible.
A groan came up from Ian as the fox's tailhole was revealed. Its puckered entrance was nestled in the white fur cover Ian's ass, making the small hole stand out all the more.
Joshua stared several moments more, trying to catch his breath. He breathed in and out several times, then gasped, "Ian?"
"Yes?"
"Can you reach my bedside table from where you are?"
"Yep."
"Top drawer, there's a bottle of lube. Could you grab it for me?"
The fox reached over and pulled said drawer open. He fumbled about for a few moments, his ass still up in the air and being pried apart by the cougar's strong paws, and then withdrew a small tube.
"This thing's almost empty," he muttered, eying the bottle of lube. "How often do you do this?"
Joshua accepted it, and began quickly applying the cool liquid to his own cock. "You know how you always here those bumps coming from my room, and I just tell you that it's me stubbing my toe on the bed?"
"Yeah-oh."
"Yeah," the cougar nodded. "Alright, this is going to be cold in a second."
He squirted a bit of lube into the fox's tight hole, and grinned as he felt all of Ian's muscles tensing. He carefully reattached the cap, and tossed it onto the bedside table.
"Alright, then," he whispered, eying the pucker before him. "Where were we? Ah!" He lined his cock up, and touched its tip to Ian's entrance. The fox gasped, tensing one again at the contact. Joshua grinned, and said, "That's right. Let's begin."
Ian's eyes widened, his breath escaping his lung, and his body arched as the cougar pushed in. For the first inch or so of the length, he remained like that, totally surprised by the sudden invasion. As it continued, though, he grunted, and writhed a bit in the large cat's strong grip. Joshua, however, held on tight, and kept pushing in. He knew that if he didn't manage to get it all in now, the fox might try to back out.
But damn! Was that fox tight! He could definitely feel the three months worth of inactivity in this tailhole; he didn't know if he'd ever fucked another fox who was so tight. The burning anal passage gripped him tightly, making him painfully aware of every detail of his member. It was odd, in a way, having such a keen awareness of his cock.
Finally, Joshua felt his hips touch against Ian's cheeks, and the two paused, panting for several moments.
After a few seconds, Ian whispered, "Joshua?"
"Yes?"
"Are you gonna keep going, or just stand around until you're limp again?"
The cougar managed to gasp out an out of breath laugh, and called out, "Fine, fine. Here we go."
With that, he pulled back. He felt Ian's insides gripping him, trying to keep him in, but he managed to fight against the tight tailhole until he was three quarters out. Then, he shoved back in, and with a slight smack, they connected again.
Soon, they were moving at a good rate, Ian getting pounded back into the mattress with ever one of Joshua's thrusts. After the first few, Ian's eyes closed, and a look of pained ecstasy came to his face. His expression seemed to change with the thrusts, from wincing, to sighing, to panting, to pleading. His own cock was bouncing up and down, letting out tiny jets of precum as the cougar pounded him.
Joshua himself wasn't exactly dry. He could feel his own cock shooting off occasional spasms of the warm liquid, priming Ian's tailhole for what was to come. The cougar's breathing was haggard as he shoved in repeatedly, each time pushing harder and harder to get another millimetre in. He could feel the barbs rubbing against Ian's insides, giving him extra traction with his thrusts.
Joshua glanced down suddenly, surprised by an odd noise that Ian was making. They were heavy, breathy sounds, coming from deep in his throat. It almost sounded like a series of short, cut off growls that he let out in time with Joshua's thrusts.
It took a few moments for Joshua to realize it, and then a slight chuckle managed to escape his lips. The fox was yiffing. He was actually yiffing from the pleasure. Damn, that fox must have been really desperate!
By this point, Ian had begun pushing back at Joshua's thrusts, aiding the cougar in his quest for deeper penetration. They had their rhythm down, spikes of pleasure building inside of each of them at the ending of each thrust. Joshua was growling deep in his throat, the act of claiming bringing forth some of his more primal instincts.
All too soon, though, their pounding became erratic. They each felt the other slowing down, going for deeper and harder thrusts instead of the fast, manic ones they'd been using before. Joshua was biting his lip, puffing air through his nose. Ian had tilted his head back, and a long, high moan was coming forth from within him, punctuated by his yips. It was all either of them could do to keep from screaming.
Suddenly, Joshua lunged in one more time, very hard this time, and threw his head back in a roar. The pleasure in his cock built to a peak, and flooded forth, exploding into Ian's tailhole. His hips kept making reflexive jerking motions, pushing himself further and planting that seed deeper.
Ian's eyes shot wide open again as the cougar's burning essence filled him up. That heat, the pressure on his prostate, the throbbing in his flapping cock, it was all too much. He yelped, almost in pain, as he climaxed. His body arched back with the release, tightening his tailhole's grip on the cock as it did so. His cock spurted, and burnging white cum flew from its tip, launching up into the air. The first jet splashed across Joshua's belly fur, hanging there from the tawny strands. The next one went up into the air, and came down again to slather Ian's chest and stomach.
He must have been coming, without stop, for twenty seconds. It was amazing. Rope after rope of the sticky fluid appeared all over him and the cougar's fur, plastering it down to their bodies.
Eventually, though, both of them collapsed, exhausted from their climaxes. Ian's body relaxed, and he drooped back, even as Joshua hunched forward, his chest heaving. They remained as they were for a moment, Ian's legs still draped over Joshua's shoulder, the cougar almost leaning on the fox for support to stay up.
Joshua and Ian slowly manoeuvred themselves, turning slightly, so that both of them were laying on their sides, with the cougar's member still stuck in Ian's ass. They lay panting, staring at each other with the same dumb grin on their faces.
"Wait..." Ian breathed suddenly, and Joshua shuddered as he felt his anal passage tense up around the feline cock.
"What?"
"I'm supposed to be looking for the basis of the row space..."
"...What!?"
Suddenly, Ian pulled himself off of Joshua's length, wincing slightly as it slid out. Then, he began grabbing his scattered bits of clothing and tossing them on hurriedly.
Joshua sat himself up as best he could, propping his body up with his elbow. He stared at the retreating fox, watching him limp along while trying to pull on a pair of underwear. Cum was still dribbling out of his hole and falling over the tight black briefs.
"You were thinking about math that entire time?" the cougar demanded.
"Can't talk now," Ian called, and then slammed the door to his room.
Joshua lay back down, staring up at the ceiling. He could dimly hear Ian fumbling around throughout his room for a few moments, before the scratching of a pencil on paper filled the air.
"Fucking geek," the cougar muttered, reaching down to rub the arctic fox's still-warm cum into his fur. Oh well. He would just have to convince Ian to take a study break later.
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The Dish Revenge by RedStarAce
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This is my first attempt to post something I just sorta thought up. Its sorta a story involving my worgen hunter Qunie and highlighting some things about his past. I've only written a few things before this and hope its to the liking of some. I hope the more experienced authors out there can give me
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"Blood Elf",
"M/M",
"No-Yiff",
"Tragedy",
"War",
"Worgen",
"World of Warcraft",
"forsaken"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464631-the-dish-revenge
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The Dish Revenge
By: Alex Ritter aka RedStarAce
As the lazy sun begins to set, its warming rays begin to bath the skies in reds and brilliant streaks of gold. The clouds drifting slowly only adding the beauty of the skies. The earth below these skies however, seems to blur into the scarlet and reds of the heavens above. Bodies lay strewn across a vast once lush field; many of those that lay across the trampled grain groan in agony, and beg for relief from their mortal suffering. Orcs, tauren, trolls, and other races of the Horde lay beaten, broken, and dieing next to the Humans, gnomes, dwarfs, and the races of the Alliance.
Two combatants yet stand however, among the darkening field of death and suffering their steel and wills continue to clash. An exhausted worgen hunter, reduced to wielding a fallen warrior's sword finds himself facing an equally tired and drained blood elf paladin. With a strain cry the paladin raises his large two-handed elven steel war-hammer and brings it down at the lupine humanoid. The paladin drained and all but broken in will and spirit easily misses the worgen's kick with its left leg; while the beast's sword arches up and deflects the blow away. The elven warrior stumbles backwards; his breath ragged, more so than the hunter's. The two stare at the other once more. Before with a dry cough the paladin mutters coldly "So...this is how it will be?" the paladin looks around lazily for a moment seeing so many of the dead and dieing. His heart aches to ease their suffering if only to grant them their deserved peace and eternal rest. The worgen merely flicks an ear at the comment before he sighs; changing his stance bring the sword to be held in two claw hands instead of held in one.
"It is how it is father." The paladin looks to the worgen; a look of absolute sadness painted across his face. "So you finally have a voice now?" The worgen gives a small dark chuckle as he starts to circle the blood elf. "I've always had a voice. You just never listened. How could you if you kept running away from family?" The paladin lunges at the worgen the pained look on his face flashing over to one of uncontrolled fury. "I NEVER RAN FROM MY FAMILY!!" The paladin spat. His attack clumsy due to his exhaustion, allowing the worgen to easily dodge and deflect the attack. The beast attacking back with a sharp side kick to the warrior's exposed side and earns a pained cry from the attack. The paladin slumps to his knees and looks to the beast with disgust. "Tell me how did you survive?! TELL ME!" the elf snaps at the beast; to which the worgen simple shrugs. "Funny story about how that played out. It began the day you left...oh so long ago."
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"Mom where did Dad go?" A young half-elf asks as he walks up to his human mother, he features showing her age but still holding the beauty that had surly ensnared young hearts before his father's. She sighs as she looks out the window towards the main road leading north from the village. "He is a warrior and a member of the army of Quel'Thalas, Quine he will be back I'm sure in a few days." The young boy sighs looking down to his small boots for a moment before shaking his head and running out of the house. His mother watches from a window a sad look on her face. She watches until her eyes turn towards the dark clouds approaching from the south.
A short distance from the Village of Valkrian, Qunie angrily tosses some stones into a river. He hard heard his dad argue with his mother the night before; and hearing what he said to his grandfather and uncle that morning only added to his anger and depression. His father's words ringing in his ears "They would only be a hindrance Mariel! We need speed if we are to make a difference!" Were they really just a hindrance to the elven warrior? he wondered this as he continued to toss stones into the clear blue water. That is until it turns red, as he turns to look down the river he comes to see the approaching clouds; and now the rising smoke and glow of fires, in the direction of home. He raced home only to find horror unlike anything he had ever seen, heard, or dreamed he would see before. So he ran, he ran and hid, and once darkness had truly fallen, he ran once more even deeper into the forest.
The clouds opened up with a heavy down pour; the rain cold and sharp. The sting kept him awake and helped him keep going. He ran as fast as his legs would go, he had to; if he fell or slowed down they would catch him. He would die, just like the others and then be brought back to serve. He would not let that happen to himself, he had promised to his mother he would survive. He ran a little faster as the image of what the undead had done to his home of Valkrian. In the distance he could still hear the drums of the undead army. Further he could just faintly still hear the cries of the gargoyles and some of the other monsters in their ranks. All of a sudden a new sound ripped across the evening skies, a howl that made the blood run cold. The young half-elf stopped dead in his tracks looking around in panic; another howl this time closer. Was it to the north? He glances around frantically; his hands drawing his one remaining weapon a simple elven short sword.
Another howl soon followed by others; they were even closer now. Panic began to grip the young boy again, until it became absolute terror when a sharp shriek announced the arrival of undead gargoyles right above him; the whoosh of the wind and their wings falling down on the boy from above. He turns in time to see one with its talons outstretched to claim his life all but atop him. With a furious roar a furred form explodes from the darkness and tackles the lead gargoyle to the forest floor, its shrieks are silenced with a sickening snap and crunch. The furred form rises from four legs to two and utters the same howl that had frighten the boy earlier. Above the storm clouds began to part and the light of the twin moons revealed that which had hidden in the shadows and darkness. The creatures were like wolves, but they stood on two legs as easily as on all fours. Their muzzles held vicious fangs and teeth, while their hands ended in murderous claws. These were unlike any monster he had seen before. The boy suddenly snapped out of his trance as the largest of the beasts wearing a heavy weathered cloak raised its head and howled louder than any before.
The boy quickly ducked and hid under a fallen tree as the beasts began to fight with the gargoyles and soon with the scourge that had been following them. The battle was horrific to behold as the beast ripped the undead to pieces. It was gory as entrails, flesh, blood and bone were sent scattering about the forest floor and splashed onto the trunks of trees. It was sickening as some of the beast bit heads off and others crushed of chunks of the larger undead abominations. It was then he saw it; the undead necromancer that had lead the attack on his village, the one who killed his mother. That was when he saw her, she was fighting the cloaked beast and was pushing him back. For all of the creatures fury and strength her agility and deathly control easily allowed her to walk rings about his slashing claws and snapping jaws. As he watched her he realized she had a smile on her face. 'Was she enjoying this violence? She couldn't she would enjoy meaningless violence!' he thought. After a short moment he looked away before he stifled a sob in his throat. She wasn't his mother, she was just some undead wearing her face. That's what it was he told himself. With a glance back he saw the beast on its back being held down by two abominations as she moved in for the kill. Without realizing it the young boy rushed from his hiding place; as fast and as quietly as he had been taught and before she or anyone knew what happened there was a clash between steel and soft flesh and bone. Slowly the undead human women turned her body to see the boy; her boy standing there drawing his short sword back close to him. A soft smile crossed her lips, just as her severed head fell from her shoulders. It and her body fall to the forest floor with a soft thud.
Staring at the body the boy feels wetness on his face but all he can feel is a fire as if his body was caught in a casters fire spell. It was surging from deep within and soon he screamed as loud as his lungs and voice would allow and in a blind fury surged at one of the abomination which stared dumbfounded at the boy's charge. It reacts to slowly to stop its own head from being severed, and as it slumps lifelessly to the ground the boys fury turns onto the next be finds it being dealt with by the cloaked beast. He looks around, the others of its kind are dealing with the gargoyles and ghouls; where was the necromancer? He blinked as he spotted him and against all better judgment ran past combating forces and raced towards the monster. The caster to busy trying to keep the feral lupine beasts at bay fails to notice the boy's advance and screams in agony as he feels steel pierce his chest, again and again the boy stabs at the caster. The body falling with him still lashing at it to the forest floor, his sword continues to strike at the body. His anger, his hate, his sadness, and his fear all pour into his mutilation of the body.
Until a strong hand grasp his arms and a deep voice pierces his suffering. "It is done child, it is done." The boy turns to find the furred beast holding his arms up firmly yet gently at the same time. The claws resting on his flesh and yet not cutting him. The beast eyes burn with a fury; and yet beneath them he sees...compassion. The boy lets go of the bloody sword and begins to sob uncontrollable. The boy lunges at the creature and clings to its chest as he weeps. The creature for all of its vicious appearance tenderly cuddles the boy and gently lifts him up. "Welcome home little one. Welcome to your new family. I am Alpha Prime, I am now your Alpha." The boy only cries his suffering out as he continues to hug onto the furred frame as he feels himself taken away from the fear and cold world of death.
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The worgen gives a small sigh as he once more looks down on the paladin who slowly moves to stand. "That's how I survived. I found a new home, a new family, a new life." The worgen growls as the paladins glares at him. "So you became a worgen, joined the alliance, and now fight against your own father and people?" The paladin clenches his hammer tightly before he moves attack again, the blow once more clumsy and easily deflected by the hunter. He after the deflection weaves to the side and slashes the sword along the paladin's back; drawing a strangled cry of pain from the blood elf as he falls once more to the ground. A deep red gash begins to weep blood onto the paladin's armor and the already bloody soil beneath him. "The blood elves are not my people. Hell even humans are not my people." The worgen frowns looking around the field. He spots her as she tries to attack him with her two short swords. Stepping to the side the worgen kicks the forsaken hunter in the back sending her to land on top of the paladin.
A look of absolute disgust crossing the worgen's muzzle. "I was starting to think my nose had lied to me." The undead hunter slowly moves and turns to help the paladin to sit on his knees. The two face the worgen he continues to look down on them. "What will you do now then Qunie, my son?" The forsaken female ask, as she hugs the paladin protectively. The worgen cocks his head to the left for a second before he utters a sharp howl to the heavens; when it ends a series of roars and other calls answer in return. "Mother, you are guilty for crimes against the people of Gilneas and the worgen alike. Father, you are guilty of abandoning our family and home, and like wise also committing crimes against the worgen." The worgen's muzzle begins to slip back into a dark fang filled grin.
The two horde blink as they see forms starting to approach in the darkness, they both realize they can only see where the worgen is because of his glowing emerald eyes. "I am a beastmaster mother, and I am also a worgen of the Alliance. You two even if your my parents by blood are still my enemies by facts and by your people's actions. For all that you and your kind have done I will now adhere to the advice my pack father, my Alpha taught me. Revenge is best savored and allowed to ripen with age. For two years I've planned for this moment, and now I will have my dish." The paladin starting to feel the fear in his heart rise summons what little strength he has left into his hammer which flashes into a brilliant star of light in the darkness.
What he and his undead wife see is one of absolute horror. Standing next to their son; his animal companions have returned from their scavenging of the battlefield at his call. The worgen chuckles darkly as he gently scratches the horns on a black warp stalker. "WAIT WHAT CRIMES HAVE WE COMMITTED TO WARRANT THIS!?" the forsaken women screams out as the beast hiss and growl at them. "YES WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO WARRANT THIS FROM OUR OWN SON!?" The worgen glares at them before he snaps back "YOU DESTROYED THE NEW LIFE I HAD STARTED!"
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"Qunie love your dreaming again." The worgen blinks looking up to find a handsome young night elf male standing in front of him. The young elf chuckles softly as the worgen just gets a silly grin on his face. "if you keep grinning like that your face will stick like that someday." The elf jokes as the worgen suddenly reaches up and brings him down into his lap. "I'm sure there are worse and maybe better things that can get stuck." The worgen smiles leaning in to gently lick at the elf's neck earning him a soft moan from the young male. "So what brings you to my part of town Mardant?" The elf slowly rearranging himself to be sitting against the worgen in his lap. The beast only chuckles softly hugging his mate close to his chest.
The night elf sighs before he begins to speak "Orders came in today. I am being sent to help with the recovering and resettling of the plaguelands." The worgen's ears fall flat against his skull as he looks down to the elf. "How soon till you have to ship out?" The worgen asks. "I've got three days to pack and be ready at the tram." The worgen nods and looks out at the lake near the main keep of Stormwind City. The worgen had arrived in the city a year ago and had quickly found a place in the city and in the world in general. He was one of the newest ambassadors between the members of the alliance and the neutral races of the world. It was during his trip with some of the Gilneans at the time of their readmission to the Alliance that Qunie had first met Mardant a night elf druid. The elf looked up to the worgen and smiled, he gently reaches a hand up to stroke the creature's small beard. Qunie looks down to him before leaning in and sharing a kiss with his mate. "I could arrange to join you as a part of the corp to meet with the Argent Crusade." Mardant shakes his head and sighs. "No Qunie, you have your trip to Uldum in two days. You can't afford to not be there for the trade talks with the Tol'vir of Ramkahen." The elf gently cups his mate's cheek lifting the sad face to look him in the eyes. "I will be safe, I am a member of the Cenarion Circle the Horde will not attack us. We will be there to heal the land. Not fight over it." His eyes filled with fear slowly close before opening again with a love and compassion he had come to know quiet well over the course of their courtship.
Tenderly the two embrace and soon left to retire to their home.
Two days later Qunie Darkmantel leaves for Uldum aboard the Alliance Diplomatic Crop Ship "Pillar of Prosperity" and a day later he learned that Mardant was on his way north to the Western Plaguelands with others of the Cenarion Circle.
The trip to Uldum proved uneventful; and the talks with the Tol'vir went by smoothly. Qunie loved meeting different people, even more so if they weren't apart of the horde yet. It was a chance to if not subtly get them to favor the alliance to at least get them to keep a guard up when dealing with the horde. Especially with their current warchief Garrosh Hellscream. Qunie smiled, as he laughed and talked with Marrek; a friend he had made on his first adventure into Uldum. The two joked and talked about their lives; ranging from Marrek's mate's new love for Qunie's stuff flat-bread, to Mardant's enjoyment of the silks and fabrics from the Tol'vir. The two friends soon sat at one of the cities many cafes and begin a slow lunch.
Soon several other friends and fellow diplomats join the pair. Khrun Thunderbeard a dwarven diplomat along with the tauren shaman Brumm Misthorn join them along with others. Soon the impromptu party kicks off as the dwarves and some of the tol'vir tap the first full kegs of drink. Once the alcohol starts to flow, and warm food joins it in full tummies; song and laughter soon join together. Qunie couldn't help but smile, it was at places like this that such wonderful events could just happen. Where orc and human could toast a drink together without purposely coming to blows. He sighed even he found what anger he ever did have from his earlier days with the Alliance for the Horde evaporate at times like this. Suddenly a gently hand grasped his shoulder interrupting his train of thought and the conversation he had been having with a Forsaken diplomat. He turned to find a Tol'vir guard there and he hands him a sealed scroll. "I advise you read it privately sir." was all the guard said before he turned and ran to his next destination. "What is that?" The forsaken asked to which Qunie shurgs and quietly excuses himself to go read the scroll. As he moves away from the party Marrek weasels his way over to him and asks where he was going. "I got a scroll just now, apparently the guard said I should read it privately." The Tol'vir stroked his fine beard and looked curiously to the worgen. "Well I'm your friend, if you want me to let you be alone to read it I can." He smiled when the worgen chuckled shaking his head and began to unroll the scroll. He began to read it it; his face changing from one of amusement to one of shock and then to horror. "What is it?" Marrek asked, before the worgen slowly slumped to his knees his eyes filling with tears. The Tol'vir moved to his side and quickly leaned in to see what had struck the worgen so harshly. It took only a few words to bring realization to the young male. He gently wrapped his arms around the sobbing beast and cradles him tightly as the worgen broke down into deep sorrow. The scroll falling the the stone street and a small pendent falls from it.
The first words on the scroll read "Dear Qunie Darkmantel, we are sad to inform you of a skirmish that transpired in the western plaguelands." Slowly Marrek reaches down and picks up the pending thinking it belonged to the worgen's mate, but blinks as it pops open revealing a human women. 'Was his mate being unfaithful?' he wonders. The worgen suddenly stiffens, and looks at the now open pendent before reaching out and gently taking it in his claw bring it to his muzzle he sniffs at the artifact before his eyes snap in to sharp focus and his haunches rise. "Marrek, please let go of me." The worgen ask in a low voice. The Tol'vir slowly complies, as soon as he is a foot back from the worgen, Qunie leaps to his feet and roars out in barely contained fury. "Gah Qunie!? What, what is going on?" Marrek asks his ears ringing from the savage roar. The beast turns and glares at him coldly before it softens the look of sadness returning but the tears stopping. "My mate....Mardant is dead, he was killed by the horde. The found this in his hands. This...belongs to my family....it belongs to my father."
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"So you see you destroyed the life I had made. You mother are apart of the people who would use the blight as a weapon even when the orcs and Garrosh have forbidden it! You father, you disregarded the neutrality of the druids of the Cenarion Circle and murdered my beloved Mardant!" The worgen growls low as he pulls his claw away from the warp stalker which hisses at the two horde hungerly. "For all that you have done, I've planned for this moment. I've waited, and waited for this time to come. Now you two will pay for all of it."
"WE ARE YOUR PARENTS YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!" They shout as he motions for the beasts to attack. A dark feral grin cross his muzzle as the scream, their cries being drowned out by the sounds of his companions ripping the two horde apart. When all falls quiet again all that is left of his parents is a pile of gore and blood. "Revenge, is truly a sweet dish. Come on there is no further reason to stay in this field of the dead." The worgen mutters as he motions for the gathering of beasts to follow him back to the alliance lines.
A short time after the worgen hunter had left a figure crawls to where the forsaken women and blood elf man had been slaughtered by the hunter's pets. A young blood elf hunter grasp at the broken pended in the pile of gore. His blue eyes, so used to being stern and cold; for the first time since the night the scourge attacked his home cries tears of sadness. "Mother, Father...." he quietly cries himself to a tortured dream filled sleep until Horde healers arrive on the field to begin recovering the dead, and gather the wounded who could still be healed.
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Part 4: Stand on Your Own Feet; Rise! by Vali
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#3 of Elemental Angel - For the next week, Brett never let Kasahara out of his sight. They went to many of the same classes together; they ate together; the slept together--in separate beds. All the while, Brett had both Wiseman and George researching ways that Kasahara's powers could be transferred
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"M/solo",
"Transformation",
"Violence"
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For the next week, Brett never let Kasahara out of his sight. They went to many of the same classes together; they ate together; the slept together--in separate beds. All the while, Brett had both Wiseman and George researching ways that Kasahara's powers could be transferred to Brett. Kasahara didn't really mind losing his powers--he never even really used them enough to appreciate them. Being an Elemental Angel was just another stress in his life that he didn't need. Actually, all the attention that Brett was giving him was incentive enough to go along with it.
Kasahara often wondered what would happen with it was all over, and his powers were gone. Would Brett stop hanging out with him? As Kasahara walked to his Rhetoric class, a sudden pain seized him. He grabbed his head and groaned. All of a sudden, he was somewhere else. It was another time.
"Somebody. Please pay attention to me. I....I, I don't have a mommy." Said Kasahara.
He was standing in a destroyed hallway. The sound of crackling fire could be heard nearby. He was all alone. "Please....please? I'll be good. Really I will." Said Kasahara, clutching his teddy bear.
Suddenly the roof seemed to moan and creak. With a loud thud, part of the ceiling caved in, right in front of Kasahara. He could plainly make out a sign that had been affixed to the roof. It read: Yorkland Home for Lost Children. Kasahara started to cry. "Please? Somebody pay attention to me!!" yelled Kasahara.
Suddenly he was back to reality. Kasahara found himself gasping on the ground, in a fetal position. He glanced over his shoulder and about himself nervously; it seemed that there had been no one around to see him collapse. With a sigh of relief, Kasahara raised himself weakly. That was the last thing he wanted--for people to see him have a breakdown. Faintly he wondered if anyone else could hear the screams in his memories. Suddenly, the wind blew strongly. A vaint giggling could be heard. "Hahaha, I see you're not purple anymore. I love your fur's natural color." Said a voice.
Kasahara gasped, for floating five feet above the ground was Antiquity. The brown furred goat was now wearing a stylish leather vest and jeans with a fashionable tear on one knee. "Antiquity!" said Kasahara.
"Hmm, what happened to you a few moments ago? Poor guy, were you having nightmares? Hahaha." Chuckled Antiquity.
Kasahara slowly backed away. He cursed his bad luck; now was one of the rare times when Brett was unable to guard Kasahara. At this time of day, Brett took a class that was on the other side of campus. "Geh! I'm warning you, I'm not afraid of you this time. Just go away." Said Kasahara.
"Hehehehe, cool your jets there cutie. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to make you an offer is all."said Antiquity.
In the next moment, Antiquity appeared floating upside down, next to Kasahara. The salt-and-pepper shaded goat jumped back and gasped. "Tell me, do you like being the Elemental Angel? You don't have to have these powers. I can make it all go away, if you want..." said Antiquity.
Rubbing his neck, Kasahara asked, "What do you mean?"
"Just give your powers to me. Problem solved."
"I don't know how to do that. An-and, even if I did--"
"Oh I know how! It's a very....interesting exercise. I think you'll find it most enjoyable, actually. I know I will."
"Even if I did know how, I would never give it to you!"
"Oh? And why not?"
"Because you're obviously evil! I mean, what would you do with all that power anyway? I'm giving it Brett and that's that."
"Evil? Well, that's a matter of opinion. Oh, and the better question that you should be asking is: what will Brett do with it? Eh?"
"I.....I don't know. M-maybe he just wants to get stronger. That's got to be it."
"Don't be so sure. Elementals are the most cutthroat warriors. They'll do anything to achieve their goals. Make no mistake: you're going to end up being used by someone, Kasahara! It could even be Brett!"
"How do you know my name?"
At this, Antiquity folded his arms and began to laugh. His evil laughter filled the wind; it made Kasahara shudder. "I know everything about you Kasahara. Everything. You are the Elemental Angel. You are the one destined to tame the power of the elementals. It was your glorious birth that shook this city, seventeen years ago." Said Antiquity.
Kasahara drew back in horror. He gasped, his heart racing out of control. That horrible disaster, thought Kasahara, the one that I've always read about in the history books! All those thousands of people, he continued, dead, because of me?!
Kasahara knew that it was certainly possible. He had no parents and had been raised in an orphanage, since as far back as he could remember. "I am what they call, a Visitor. It's my job to gather knowledge about every super natural being on the planet. When you were born, I came to this city. It was almost completely destroyed, and yet.....I could find no trace of your energy. Back then I assumed that you had expended it all and killed yourself along with everyone else. But apparently, you somehow transmuted yourself into furry form. Perhaps you were aware of me, and you were hiding. I was going to kill you, you know. But now I fail to see the point--you are no threat to my masters." Explained Antiquity.
"You're.....masters?" asked Kasahara.
"Enough talk. Now, give me the power....or I'll just take it by force. I'm not above that, you know." Said Antiquity.
Turning himself right side up, Antiquity removed his vest, displaying his finely muscled chest. He tossed it aside, flexing a powerful tricep. Kasahara raised his right hand and called out his Power Orb. With a few quick hand motions, he summoned his glistening armor; in only seconds, he was ready to fight. Antiquity watched this and giggled. "Oh my.....that's so cute. But, I mean. It's....." Antiquity's voice faded.
"Huh?" queried Kasahara.
"..........so....."
"Hey, what do you mean?"
"....small."
Kasahara almost fell. "Y-you shut up and prepare yourself for defeat! Small! Hah! Hah I say! It's....it's not the size. It's...." Kasahara's voice faded.
Antiquity lowered an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Oh god don't." he said.
"....the motion of the ocean!!" yelled Kasahara, posing elegantly.
"Ah-ha ha ha. Let's just go." Said Antiquity.
Suddenly, Antiquity flew into the air. He waved his arm, sending out a gale of wind towards Kasahara. Quickly, Kasahara jumped out of the way, just before the gale hit the ground, sending debris everywhere. Kasahara panted as he raised himself from the ground. Antiquity descended slightly and said, "Hahaha, my that was very agile of you. I hope running isn't the only thing Brett taught you."
Kasahara quickly stomped the ground, causing a large boulder to uproot itself in front of him. With a wave of his hands, Kasahara willed the boulder to float in mid-air. "Uuuh-huuuhh!" yelled Kasahara, motioning with his hands.
The boulder was sent flying towards Antiquity. "Please." Said Antiquity.
With great ease, the warrior flew out of the way; the boulder completely missed him. In the very next moment however, a huge pile of dirt and rocks fell on top of Antiquity. "Ahhh!" he cried out, before being pounded to the Earth.
"Heh, don't you know a distraction when you see one?" asked Kasahara.
Quickly, the transformed goat ran over the pile of earth. He arrived just as Antiquity managed to raise his head out of the dirt. Kasahara grabbed his opponent's head with both hands and began to channel his energy into Antiquity. "Now, I'll make sure I seal away all of your powers this time!" said Kasahara.
Antiquity looked up at Kasahara weakly for a moment. Kasahara thought faintly that Antiquity looked rather beautiful. Then the Visitor smiled, his body emitting its own strange glow. "Wha-! It's not working?" gasped Kasahara.
Antiquity raised himself out of the dirt and shook himself. "I've done some studying, and I've learned how to erect a halo. See?" asked Antiquity, pointing to his wrist.
Kasahara saw something that he hadn't noticed before. Attached to Antiquity's wrist, was a golden bracelet, with a brown gem inside. It was the incarnation of a Power Orb. "Halos protect you from outside intrusion. I'm on an elemental, but I'm not above using their weapons. Or their cherished techniques. Now, this is where you lose, Kasahara." Said Antiquity.
The Visitor threw both of his hands into the air, sending a massive wind gale in Kasahara's direction. The young warrior had no time to dodge, and was quickly swept up into the air. The wind howled in his ears, an angry, bloated monster of elemental might. Kasahara screamed; he could not be heard over the roar of the wind. Antiquity threw his hands down; this sent the wind crashing into the concrete, carrying Kasahara with it. Kasahara smacked into the cold cement, leaving a small pool of blood on the ground and a gash on his head. Brett had taught Kasahara how to use an Earth Heal; unfortunately, Kasahara was slowly fading from consciousness. "Good. You'll be still while I do this. It won't be very pleasant for you now, I'm afraid. You should have just taken my offer." Said Antiquity, as he slowly approached.
Kasahara's last cogent thoughts were of the orphanage. He was there now, standing in that burning hallway. And he could see himself as a little boy, fearfully clutching his teddy bear. The fire seemed to loose its sound and the hallway became silent. Slowly, his younger self turned around. So very slowly. The look in his eyes made Kasahara shiver. The child spoke: "Pay attention to me--"
"Pay attention." Said Kasahara, now back in the present.
He was now standing directly in front of Antiquity. There was a look of horror on the Visitor's face. "Ooohhhh!!" cried Kasahara.
Kasahara's body became solidified light. He grew several feet taller; his hands changed into claws; glowing wings sprouted from his back. With blinding speed, Kasahara punched his advisary, sending him flying. In only a second's time, Kasahara was behind the soaring Antiquity; the raging monster slashed Antiquity, bouncing him in the opposite direction. Now Antiquity's blood was staining the concrete. Kasahara picked up Antiquity by the head and roared. It was an inhuman scream that defies description. "Ah...ah...ahhh! G-god....help us...all." Gasped Antiquity.
Kasahara took Antiquity's arm and pulled it outward. And he kept pulling. There was a loud crunch, then the sound of a wet garbage bag being torn in half. "Aahhhh!!" screamed Antiquity.
The monster threw his opponent into the street and dropped the severed appendage. It raised it hands above it's head. The only sound now was that of Antiquity's labored breathing. Three golden rings appeared around Antiquity's body and closed in around him. Antiquity screamed once more, as he was lifted up by the glowing rings and then disintegrated.
Kasahara took a breath that sounded more mechanical than anything else. His body shrunk back to it's normal size and shape. Now naked and prostate on the ground, Kasahara fainted.
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Chapter Twenty -- Where The Heart Is by fayzbub
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#20 of The Miyatsu File - Chapter Twenty -- Where the Heart Is The boat was one of the numerous research vessels bobbing at anchor at Raikatuji wharf. It was small and slow, but what made it invaluable for their purpose was that the fuel tank was full. And it was still early enough in the day that
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"Love",
"Mild Erotica",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51779-chapter-twenty-where-the-heart-is
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Chapter Twenty -- Where the Heart Is
The boat was one of the numerous research vessels bobbing at anchor at Raikatuji wharf. It was small and slow, but what made it invaluable for their purpose was that the fuel tank was full. And it was still early enough in the day that there was nobody about to see the boat leave. It would have been unbelievable in any case: the anchor was pulled up apparently of its own volition and the engine started by an invisible pilot before it pulled carefully away from the other boats.
They had gotten well clear of the wharf when they saw the first police cars arriving at Raikatuji Centre. For safety's sake the pair remained invisible until the mainland receded and grew hazy with distance. Only when they were far enough away not to be seen did Miyatsu and Montaro flicker back into visibility.
Montaro was staring at his father's side. Miyatsu followed his gaze. The laser had left a nasty burn, scorching away fur and blackening skin. Blisters were beginning to form, but at least the wound had cauterized the skin as it went. Miyatsu grimaced; if he'd been just a fraction slower, the laser would have caught him full in the stomach. He'd seen what that could do to a body: Sakaki's chest had been reduced to a smoking crater. Miyatsu felt his legs begin to shake as the morning's events threatened to overwhelm him; he sank to sit on his haunches on the deck.
"I know you wanted me to go back to Shima, Dad," Montaro said quietly. "But I was worried about you, and I knew Mieko would get them all home safely. I just couldn't let you go in without any sort of backup, at least while you're -- not as strong as usual. So I stayed. Upwind of your nose!" And he grinned briefly before his expression settled back into grim lines. "I was levitating outside the window when I saw you fighting that thing. When it hit you with the laser, I panicked. I just thought if I could get to the human controlling it, it might stop attacking you. I'm sorry I disobeyed you, but I'm not sorry I stayed." He lifted his chin stubbornly.
Miyatsu shook his head. "You saved my life, my son. I'm very grateful you decided to stay." He examined the burn gently and hissed a sharp indrawn breath as his fingers touched the edges of the blistered skin. "It will heal, but it's sore."
"There might be a first-aid kit somewhere on board," Montaro said. "I'll go and see what I can find."
He entered the tiny cabin and began opening cupboards and drawers. After a moment, he made a pleased sound. "Here you go," he announced, bringing out a plastic container with the familiar red cross marked on it, handing it to his father. "And there are tins of food in the other cupboards."
He set about preparing breakfast on the single gas ring that served as a stove while Miyatsu tended to his wound, smoothing on antibiotic cream and taping a bandage securely over the area.
As the small boat chugged steadily southwards, they shared a meal of reconstituted shoyu raman and tinned soy protein. Montaro turned his nose up at the rubbery strips of fake chicken and concentrated instead on the noodles, but Miyatsu ate as much of everything as his shrunken stomach could hold, barely tasting it in his eagerness. And as he ate the distressing greyness around the edges of his vision eased, his limbs ceased trembling and his thoughts began to flow smoothly once more.
Already the events in the Raikatuji Building were taking on the slightly impossible cast of a nightmare. But one fact stood out from the rest: Sakaki's death hurt. Miyatsu had truly loved the man he'd thought of as his brother for too long not to feel pain at his loss. But at the same time there was a sense that it was the only possible resolution in the circumstances. It was rather like the laser slash across his flank: a dull ache, but one that would heal as time went by.
The mainland had disappeared over the horizon and they were all alone in the wide blue expanse of ocean and sky when Miyatsu stopped the engine.
"We should both sleep," he said, in answer to his son's puzzled look. "I'm worn down to my whiskers. Shima will still be there when we wake up."
Gratefully, Montaro joined his father in the shade of a tarpaulin stretched over the front of the small boat's nose. They curled up into identical balls of fur, noses on front paws, and slept.
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The moon had risen as they approached Shima. Miyatsu and Montaro had slept late into the afternoon, finally waking as the bottom of the sun's disk kissed the horizon, and the small boat had taken another five hours to get them home, due to its slow pace and the distance the boat had drifted while they'd slept.
When they got close to the beach, Miyatsu throttled back and turned in a wide arc so that the boat faced northwards again.
"What are you doing?" Montaro asked with interest.
"I don't want the boat found on our island. It could make for some embarrassing questions. But if it's found drifting in the open ocean, it'll just look as if the last person to use it didn't secure it properly when they got back to shore. Nobody needs to know it didn't just drift away from the wharf."
Miyatsu drew a deep breath. The rest and food had been restorative. Steeling himself for pain, he reached out with telekinesis and was pleased to feel only a dull, easily ignored twinge as he opened the throttle fully. Reassured that he wouldn't be crippled in his major psychic power, he went to the side. "Feel like a swim?"
He dived cleanly into the water, followed a second later by Montaro. The water was still warm from the day's heat. Father and son surfaced and made for the shore with long, easy strokes as the little boat chugged patiently off into the distance.
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They could see lights on in the downstairs rooms as they approached the house, but Miyatsu was more interested in searching the area for other lights. He scanned and recognized all of the psychic signatures present: Yutaka, Kagami, Benjiro, and Mieko in the downstairs lounge room, the sleeping lights that were Hideaki and Hanako upstairs, and, oh yes! Aiko's living blue light, up in their bedroom! It was all he could do to keep from breaking into a run to cover the last few metres between them.
Miyatsu and Montaro entered the house through the back door into the kitchen and went on through to the lounge room. The family tableau held for a moment as they came through the door: Yutaka and Kagami were sitting at each end of the larger lounge, separated by the sleeping ball of fur that was Benji, and Mieko was curled in the armchair next to them, her chin resting on one hand. Miyatsu felt a surge of love at the sight of them, all quietly keeping a vigil for their return.
The tableau broke as soon as the family caught sight of the pair, however. Mieko's head swung up first and her eyes widened in delight.
"Dad!" she cried, leaping to her feet. "Montaro!"
And she was across the room and hugging both of them in joy at their safe return.
Yutaka and Kagami were a little slower, but their faces too were wreathed in smiles of relief as they joined the family reunion.
When the group hug broke apart, Miyatsu placed both arms affectionately about the shoulders of his two eldest children as Yutaka and Kagami led them all back to the middle of the room.
"We contacted the police first thing this morning," Yutaka informed Miyatsu, sitting back down on the lounge. "Just as soon as Aiko and the children arrived."
"The first we knew that you'd gone was when Hideaki came charging into our bedroom in the small hours, saying something about rescuing Aiko and that you and Montaro had stayed on the mainland," Kagami said.
"I filled them in properly," Mieko told her father, "once they came over to the house. I'm sorry we startled you, Grandma," she added.
Kagami shook her head. "We had the miracle of our daughter back alive and well. You have nothing to apologize for, Mieko-chan."
"What did the police say?" Montaro asked eagerly. "Dad and I saw them arriving just as we left Raikatuji wharf, but we stayed invisible and didn't hang around!"
His grandparents stared at the youngster.
"You were there?" Yutaka met Miyatsu's gaze. "Then you know that... "
"Sakaki's dead, yes," Miyatsu answered. "I wanted to talk to him. *Just* talk, really. I needed to understand his reason for abducting Aiko. But he had a -- a new fighting machine. He tried to kill me with it." He glanced at his son. "He would have managed it, too, but for Montaro. And during the fight, Sakaki was accidentally shot by his robot. There was no purpose to be served by us staying, after that."
There was silence for a moment, then Miyatsu asked, "Did the police ask to talk to me?"
Yutaka looked uncomfortable. "No. They only wanted to speak to me and Kagami. And Aiko, of course. Er, I rather think they mistook Hideaki for you. And since I wasn't sure what you and Montaro were up to on the mainland, I didn't enlighten them."
Miyatsu nodded, not much surprised. He'd found that humans outside of the immediate family often had trouble distinguishing between himself and his two eldest sons, particularly since both boys were now nearly as tall as he was.
"They were very interested in how Aiko managed to contact you," Kagami said. "We told them about the old tests she'd done as a child showing she had some psychic talent. They accepted that she managed to contact you telepathically. But they seemed to believe that it was at her direction that you and the children rescued her."
"They seemed incapable of grasping the notion that a genetically-modified... um, individual could come up with such a plan, let alone implement it," Yutaka added.
"Ah. Well, in this case it's probably a good thing. Let them go on thinking that I'm just her pet cat." Miyatsu's expression hadn't changed, but Yutaka felt he could sense a touch of chagrin in his voice. Yet again, he'd been undervalued and underestimated as a thinking being by humans.
"The news reports are all saying that Raikatuji-sama was killed in an accident with an experimental project," Mieko spoke to break the uncomfortable silence. "Some of the people interviewed were speculating that he may have committed suicide."
Montaro shook his head. "No, we saw what happened. And Dad saved my life just as much as I did his. That -- that robot thing -- it was lethal."
"The police told us that nurse we saw with Mum has been found. She was still where we left her, the sedative kept her from moving," Mieko said. "She's going to be charged with -- what was it again, Grandpa?"
"Unlawful imprisonment, reckless endangerment to human life, and aiding and abetting in a criminal act," Yutaka answered. "The reckless endangerment part was because the sedative they used on Aiko was new, designed for use on GMAs and unapproved by authorities. And at the amounts they used, and untested on humans besides, they could have killed her."
Miyatsu looked at Yutaka, his forehead creased with worry. "She is going to be all right, isn't she?"
"I spoke to the police doctor who examined her after she got back. The drug may take some time to get out of her system completely, and she'll probably experience some side-effects as well, giddiness, maybe some nausea. But he seemed positive that she'll make a full recovery."
Miyatsu hadn't sat with the others. Now he turned for the door. "If you'll all excuse me, I'm going upstairs to see her."
Yutaka nodded gravely and turned to his wife. "Well, we'd better get home. Benjiro can stay with us again tonight, Miyatsu, until he gets used to having the family all together again."
Mieko also stood and used her telekinesis to levitate Benjiro up into his grandfather's arms without waking the toddler. The family walked their grandparents to the door and waved them goodnight.
Mieko yawned widely as she shut the front door. "I'm going to bed," she announced, taking Montaro's hand in hers. "G'night, Dad."
The pair went upstairs. Miyatsu followed more slowly, his eyes on the young couple walking ahead of him. He had no words to describe how proud he was of his children and of the way they had risen to the challenge of the previous twenty-four hours. Particularly his two eldest. They had proved themselves to be adults in the best sense of the word. He sent a quiet *"well done"* direct to their minds. Both teens turned and gave him a quick smile before they disappeared into their bedroom.
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Aiko was dozing when the sound of voices downstairs woke her. She couldn't pick up individual words, but she could clearly identify Miyatsu's deep rumble and the higher adolescent tone of Montaro. Relief at their return washed over her.
She struggled to a sitting position against the pillows. She was regaining the use of her body slowly and had managed to walk as far as the ensuite bathroom without assistance earlier that afternoon. She'd run a bath and scrubbed herself raw with the sponge, trying to wash all traces of Sakaki out of her body.
The door opened, and Miyatsu entered the room, his body silhouetted in silver from the beams of the full moon flooding in through the open window. Aiko's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was alive, he was safe!
His eyes met hers, and the anxious expression on his face faded to intense relief, as if he hadn't believed until that moment that she was really there. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, a soft glad growl.
They had no need for words: she held her arms out to him. Miyatsu was across the room in an instant, his arms going about her and burying his head against the curve of her neck, trying to tuck himself as close as possible while she stroked his silky fur. The sound of his purring was loud in the quiet room.
Aiko slipped down to lie on her side, her arms about him. They held each other, simply experiencing the quiet joy of being together again. Aiko felt Miyatsu's emotions washing over her and relaxed into the experience, relishing it. She hadn't known how much she'd missed their unique feeling of connectedness until this moment. Now she felt like a starving woman suddenly presented with a banquet.
Aiko stroked one hand down his side lovingly, letting the velvety softness of the fur tickle her palm, but then froze as she felt Miyatsu flinch. He was injured?
"Are you hurt, my Miyu?"
Somehow Miyatsu managed to tuck his long body closer against her. "A laser scorched me." His voice was muffled against her shoulder. "It'll heal." He took her hand and laid it directly over the burn. "Feel it. It's not bad."
Through her palm, Aiko felt the dull ache superimposed onto her own body.
"Sakaki wasn't pleased to see me," Miyatsu added.
Aiko's arms tightened about him. "Sakaki shot you with a laser?"
She felt Miyatsu grimace against her neck. "That's not exactly what happened." He gave her the details. "I never suspected he hated me so much," he said at last. "It should never have come to this. Maybe I should have made more of an effort to contact him after we left. Maybe, if I hadn't let so many years go without a second thought, if only I'd kept in touch with him, perhaps this could have been avoided... "
"No. None of this is your fault, my Miyu. None of it. Sakaki is wholly to blame. I -- I can't say I'm glad he's dead. But I'll admit I am relieved."
Miyatsu lifted his head from her shoulder. His blue eyes gazed at her with concern, the pupils rounded and human-looking in the moonlight. "You're all right? *Really* all right?"
"Yes. I'll live. I even managed to walk to the bathroom by myself this afternoon." *And had a long, long bath,* she thought to herself.
Miyatsu stroked her hair tenderly, still cuddled close. He felt so warm beside her...
With some trepidation Aiko felt the first teasing hint of desire, the echo, she knew from experience, of what her mate was feeling. She closed her eyes for a moment, fearful that the previous night with Sakaki would have turned her off sex. But as she inhaled the comforting scent of cinnamon and felt his soft silky fur against her skin, she began to relax. This was familiar and non-threatening. She was secure and safe in her mate's arms, and the nightmare of the past week was finally over.
Miyatsu's breath was warm; it tickled slightly against her neck as waves of love rolled from him. The desire kicked up a notch with his warm body pressed so close against her, and Aiko felt her pulse begin to quicken in response.
This was nothing like the squalid business of the previous night, no roughly unzipped trousers and painful, unready penetration. This was gentle and loving, and Aiko wanted nothing more than to stop thinking about what Sakaki had done to her and relax into her mate's embrace, letting him soothe the emotional and physical bruises that had been left. She sighed as his warm tongue began to caress her neck, so much more arousing than any kiss could ever be...
But no. She couldn't do this, not without telling Miyatsu what had happened first. She wasn't about to lie by omission, not when it concerned something of this magnitude. Regretfully, she opened her eyes.
"Miyatsu? Please, stop for a moment, my love. I need to tell you something."
Miyatsu pulled back a little, his arms still about her. "It's all right," he murmured, stroking her hair. "After what you've been through, I understand that you don't feel like making love yet. I'm just so happy to have you back with me again. It's like a miracle, a dream come true that you're alive. My body wants to be convinced that you're really here."
"It's not that," Aiko answered slowly, dreading what she must say. "My Miyu, last night, Sakaki -- Sakaki raped me. Um, that means -- "
Miyatsu placed one finger gently against her lips. "Shh. I understand the word, little mate. And I already know."
"You do? How?" Then her expression cleared as understanding dawned. "Oh. Your sense of smell?"
Aiko felt her cheeks flame as Miyatsu nodded. She knew how sensitive his cat's sense was: he could always tell who had been in a room hours after the fact just by the odour trail left hanging in the air. So he must have scented Sakaki all over her as soon as he saw her last night. The sharp acrid tang of semen must have been obvious to him right away...
She closed her eyes, unable to meet Miyatsu's, but then his voice came as a gentle rumble against her ear. "I scented your fear and disgust at being forced. The pheromones hung in the air, faintly, but enough for me to read them."
Aiko felt tears threaten and buried her head against the soft fur of Miyatsu's chest. "I couldn't stop him," she whispered.
She felt Miyatsu's arms tighten about her, holding her protectively. "He can never hurt you again," he said quietly. "And I won't risk your life from now on. Tomorrow, I'm going to hire a security firm from the mainland. I don't want anybody landing on our island, not without knowing who they are and why they're here. I never took groups like HAGEO seriously before; now I know I was a fool for ignoring the danger. Sakaki's actions were a warning of how vulnerable we are."
Now she met his eyes, and she saw that they were swimming with unshed tears. "I can't lose you again, my Aiko. I *can't*. I don't have the strength to bear it."
They were silent for a moment. Aiko knew he was right; how easily she'd been captured, how trusting she'd been! They'd been living in paradise, one which had been brutally shattered by one man and his delusions. An efficient security system was the only solution. But at the same time, she felt a pang for the sense of innocence lost.
She gazed up into his face. "Please, make love to me, my Miyu."
Miyatsu looked at her solemnly. "Are you sure you want to?"
Aiko nodded. "I need to feel safe again. Sakaki thought I would forget you if you were dead. As if he could somehow blot out our love by denying your existence. I need to be your mate again. Body and soul."
*You have always been my mate,* Miyatsu replied telepathically. *Nothing Sakaki could do would ever change what we are to each other.*
Miyatsu nestled his head against her shoulder again and began licking her neck in long, luxurious strokes, and Aiko whispered, "Bite me, my Miyu, bite me like you did our first time together. Mark me as yours again."
Aiko felt the sharpness of his teeth sinking into her neck. Once more the sensation rode the bare edge between pain and pleasure, and she welcomed it.
*Mine.* His telepathic voice rang inside her mind.
She arched her body against him, wanting him to wipe out Sakaki's claim on her body.
"I'm yours," she confirmed. "Yours *forever.*"
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The First Day Blues by skaman
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This is the first part in a series which I hope to continue if I get good feedback. Just a heads up, this story takes place in an obviously fictional time where humans are rare to the point where most furs go their whole lives without ever seeing one in person. Sorry, no sex in chapter 1. Lots in
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"Domination/Submission",
"Human",
"M/M",
"School",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10146-the-first-day-blues
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This is the first part in a series which I hope to continue if I get good feedback. Just a heads up, this story takes place in an obviously fictional time where humans are rare to the point where most furs go their whole lives without ever seeing one in person. Sorry, no sex in chapter 1. Lots in Chapter 2 and on.
Chapter 1
John pulled his Honda Avalon into the open parking space and shut off his car with a quivering hand. His heart was pumping out of his chest as he was beyond nervous. His brain said to get up and out of the car but his shaking body would not reply.
Today is the day that John moves into his dorm and starts his college experience. But John is not an ordinary student at this school, he is a human. This was the thought that ran through his mind on a never-ending loop. He has had many previous experiences of people reacting badly to seeing him, and some people can be very mean.
For a human, John considered himself to be normal and nothing else. He was 5'10" with long blond hair that covered his eyes, and a build with little muscle, but very little fat.
He gathered up his courage and left the car, leaving his bags behind, and headed toward the school. He lit a cigarette as he walked to help alleviate some of his worries for he could already see the shocked reactions of the few furs that walked near him.
He entered the lobby of the dormitory and got at the end of a decent sized line right behind a 7 foot lion. Most furs were at least 5 or 6 inches taller than him, but the sight of this cat towering over him doubled his nervousness. He refused to look up and just prayed that the lion would not turn around. But unfortunately, the whispers and stares that were based around him finally made it around to the lion, who turned around to the human. John waited, his eyes to the floor, but when the insults and jokes he had come to expect never came he slowly looked up. The lion had completely turned around and was wearing a large smile that showed the human many of his very sharp teeth. John froze at the sight of the teeth and he didn't snap out of it 'till he felt giant velvety paws pin his arms to his sides and lift him effortlessly into the air.
"He's so cute" said the lion to someone behind him. "Do you know what room your in hun" the lion asked John.
"U-uuh no, not yet" he managed to finally get out.
"Don't be so scared, I like you and I really hope were in the same room, we could have a lot of fun". The lion finally put him down but rested his paw on John's head and said "I'm Josh and this is Scott (he motioned to a tiger standing next to him who was just shorter than Josh), "what's your name"?
"Uuuh John" he said with a shaky voice.
"Cool... oh" Josh was cut short when he realized he was at the front of the line and turned around. John could tell that there was some arguing between Josh and the lady behind the desk but he didn't really pay it that much attention. The tiger stepped to the side and it was finally John's turn at the dorm assignment table.
"Name" said a very bored looking Kangaroo. "Uuuh, John Fisher"
"Okay ... her we are, room 316, and you'll be sharing it with one roommate.
"Great" he replied and walked to the side of the table as to not block anyone's path.
"What room did you get?" said an anxious lion who had obviously waited for the human.
"Uum, 316" John replied.
"THAT'S GREAT!!, we're in room 317, right across the hall from you" beamed the lion, "we got to unpack now but I'll come and get you later".
"Okay but..." but before John could get a word through both of the cats had vanished.
John lit another cigarette as he clumsily brought his instruments from his car. His saxophone, amplifier, and both his electric and his acoustic guitars were all he could carry at the moment, while still enjoying his cigarette of course. Again he did his best to ignore the looks he received from furs in all directions as he entered the building.
"Thank God" he thought to himself as the elevator door closed without any other people joining him on it. He got off the elevator and proceeded down what he assumed to be the correct hallway, counting room numbers all the way.
John breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it to the door with 316 on the front. He set down his amp and pulled out his key and upon unlocking and opening the door he truly regretted his choice, for now he would have to meet his roommate.
:Will he like me, will he think im a freak, will he think I'm a loser?" John thought, but it was too late, the door was opening.
"OH MY GOD THANK YOU!" he screamed in his head upon finding the room dark and empty. At that moment John also noticed the small group of furs that had collected in the hallway and had taken it upon themselves to stare at the human and whisper amongst themselves. So he grabbed hi amp and scurried into the empty room as fast as his legs would carry him.
He closed the door behind him and tossed all of his crap on the bed closest to him. He then proceeded to check all the areas of the room to truly make sure he was the first to arrive.
The stress and anxiety of the day, plus having to meet his roommate soon, was starting to eat away at John, but he knew one way to surely cure it. Playing his saxophone.
"I am alone and I'll play softly so as not to disturb anyone" he thought to himself.
So he got out his sax and started playing. But the soft tune he had begun playing quickly changed to a wailing blues song as John forced out all of his bad feelings through his sax.
When he stopped playing he opened his eyes to the sight of a powerful black wolf, standing 6 feet and 11 inches tall, in front of the doorway. To make matters worse, there was a large crowd of furs standing on the other side of the doorway with awed expressions on their muzzles. But John was quickly shot out of his trance at the sound of the wolf closing the door on the crowd.
"Oh My God, Oh My God, I am so sorry, I'm such an idiot, I can't believe everyone heard my terrible playing, I should just jump out the window right now." John said to no one in particular.
"Ha ha, funny and really cute, looks like I hit the jackpot" the wolf said as he walked over to John, "but you shouldn't say that about your playing, your one of the best I've ever heard and that song was absolutely beautiful, and my name's Indred by the way" The wolf was now in front of John and he begun rubbing John's head with his enormous paw like one would do to a puppy.
John began blushing profusely at the sexy wolf's compliments and treatments.
Indred gently lifted up on John's chin to bring the human's face up to his own.
"Man you are so cute I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go, I'll have to remember to thank my parents for randomly placing me in this room", said Indred.
"Parents" John thought, and a tar rolled down his cheek. He began walking to the door and Indred immediately knew something was wrong.
"Whats wrong John".
"Nothing, nothing at all" John said, barley able to speak through the tears as he kept walking. He didn't get far though because before he could even finish unlocking the door he felt giant, powerful arms and paws lock his arms to his sides and lift him into the air as Indred held him tightly to his chest.
"Something is obviously wrong" the wolf said as he walked back and sat down on the bed, all the while the human locked tightly in his embrace.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk" John began, "a couple weeks ago I decided that since I was moving out of my parents house, and moving across the country, I would finally tell them that I was bisexual. Well, no more than a minute after I told them they completely disowned me, like it was the easiest thing in the world to do. And at that moment when I knew in my head that life couldn't get any worse, my father decided to beat the shit out of me while my mother just sat there and watched". John began to cry a little more as he spoke, all the while trying his best to hold it in. "So I have had to spend the last 2 weeks living in my car, and when you mentioned your parents I remembered all the good times from when I was a kid and I just lost it. I'm really sorry about this".
To the boy's surprise Indred did not release him, but instead held the human tighter to him as he spoke. "I think your parents are the absolute scum of the Earth and its absolutely inconceivable that someone as beautiful and amazing as you came from them".
"I wish I really was beautiful and special, hell, even just one of them would be nice" said John.
"John" the powerful wolf began as he turned the boy around on his lap so they could face each other, "you are the most beautiful amazing person I've ever met, and it's true even if you won't believe it. I need to ask you a VERY serious question alright"?
"Okay". John replied confusedly.
"I now know that you are bisexual, and I am falling in love with you in a big way, so the question is, will you be MINE"?
"Yours?" asked John.
"Yes. You see, some people are submissive, and some people are dominators. I am a dominator, so when I ask if you will be mine, I mean that I would own you and completely take care of you. You would have no responsibilities but would have to do what I say or risk punishment. It's not like a pet though because we would be lovers and obviously love each other forever, and in love comes respect so I would never treat you poorly. Do you understand"?
"Yes I do", replied John, a smile beaming from his face, "and I would love nothing else than to be yours forever"!!!!!
Indred jumped up and turned John back around in his arms so that the humans back was against the soft fur of the wolf's chest and yelled "I love you John", and of course John returned the sentiment.
Indred tightly held the boy in his strong arms just basking in the moment until John finally said, "uum, love",
"yes my pup",
"are you gonna put me down soon, I gotta unpack",
"not anytime soon, you're my pup now" replied Indred with a sly grin as he nibbled and licked the neck and ears of the human he loved and owned.
"I'm definitely going to love this".
End of Chapter One.
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Smuggle Kitty by Minkat
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#7 of Smuggle Kitty - It had been fifteen days since Travus was brought to the underground caverns of the resistance. He had begun to feel better; his pounding headache had subsided about a week ago. He was clad in light blue pajamas that had been provided by the felicians. The human was now pacing
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"Feline",
"Human",
"M/F",
"Transformation",
"Vaginal"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1015-smuggle-kitty
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It had been fifteen days since Travus was brought to the underground caverns of the resistance. He had begun to feel better; his pounding headache had subsided about a week ago. He was clad in light blue pajamas that had been provided by the felicians. The human was now pacing the room that he had been originally brought to. He watched as Glacis entered the room. Travus moved to hide his arousal at the sight of her salacious saunter and accompanying musky scent. He longed to run his hands through her soft-white fur, but he did not want to cheat on Minka.
Glacis: You don't need to hide. I know you want me.
Travus: I can't let down my Minka.
Glacis: Our operative in Blight's hotel told me that Minka has already slept with many felicians and that she did not resist.
Travus: Probably the kitty. And, maybe Blight.
Glacis: It was. I think she'll understand if you want to fuck someone else.
Travus: Not yet.
Glacis: Have it your way. I should tell you why we brought you here.
Travus: I thought you wanted me to help in the attack on Blight's hotel.
Glacis: We had another reason for saving you. Dr. Katis wants to meet you.
Travus: Who is she?
Glacis: She is a brilliant geneticist.
Travus: Felician?
Glacis: Yes. She had ulterior motives for having us rescue you. I'll leave you to her.
Glacis walked out of the room, glancing behind at the human with her green-feline eyes and licking her lips. Her tail twitched in slight annoyance at Travus' imperviousness to her advances. He would not be able to resist her for long.
Travus sat in the chair next to the bed. He watched as a strangelooking felician entered the room. She looked like a shrunken leopard with wispy fur that appeared to be balding in various areas about her body. She also had wispy gray hair akin to a human's and the piercing blue eyes of a human. Travus looked at her in consternation, unable to fathom the combination of human and felician traits. Her spots appeared to be giant freckles that covered her exposed flesh. Her tail was a mere spotted stump. She wore a gray lab coat.
Katis: I am Dr. Katis.
Travus: I figured. What do you want from me?
Katis: As you noticed, I do not appear fully felician. The truth is that the felician genetic code has been growing increasingly unstable. There are felicians that are a normal blend of human and feline, felicians like Blight and me that are significantly human, and then there are felicians that have very little humanity and become quite feral shortly after birth. These felicians are usually imprisoned to protect the general populous.
Travus: So, felicians are originally from earth?
Katis: Yes. We were part of an experiment to create a new species of sentient beings. We tried to live among humanity for many years after our inception and then decided to find our own world. On felicia, we were free from the prejudice and animosity of humans. We have lived here for over a century. Our human and feline traits have become randomized in our sexual chromosomes. I brought you here to perform an experiment. I want to observe the genetic code of an original.
Travus: Original?
Katis: I want to inject you with the serum that changed humans into felicians.
Travus: You want to turn me into one of you?
Katis: Yes. Our genetic code is becoming more and more unstable. I want to examine the original genetic code and hopefully discover a method to stabilize the code. I don't know what the future holds for our species. Will you help us?
Travus: I don't know. I kind of like being human. What about Alana? She is also human.
Katis: She is too connected with that canine. We need you. The future of felician depends on discovering the root of this genetic instability.
Travus: What about my mink?
Katis: I don't believe she needs you as much as we need you.
Travus: We haven't been together long. I'm willing to do the experiment. It might be time for a change in my life. Noone has ever needed me like this. Maybe Minka will even like me as a felician.
Katis: Splendid. I'll have the serum ready in a couple of hours. Which cat do you prefer?
Travus: Tiger.
With that, Katis left the room. Travus was nervous about the impending experiment. He knew it could mean leaving Minka, but it was a chance he wanted to take. It was a chance to change his dreary life. The idea of Minka having sex with felicians sank in and he thought it was time for their relationship to change. And, his life was going nowhere.
Katis returned three hours later with serum in hand. The fluid was blue in color. She tied a rubber cord around his left bicep and injected the liquid into the artery. Dr. Katis then left the room and instructed Glacis to watch him through the night, especially for signs of a feral nature.
An hour later, Travus awoke from a nap to feel a feverish feeling. He felt like he was both hot and cold at the same time. His skin itched and felt like it was crawling with insects. His teeth fell out and were rapidly replaced by feline teeth. Orange and black fur spouted from myriad places about his body. His ears expanded into pointed feline ears. Travus felt a sharp pain in his tailbone as a tail punched through his flesh. He screamed out in agony as his bone structure transformed. His skull and jaw changed to resemble the maw of a tiger. He screamed again as his musculature began to burn. His muscles grew to ten times their human size. Claws ripped through his fingertips. He shredded his pajamas with his new claws. His scream became a roar and barbs punctured his penis from within. He collapsed onto the bed as the changes continued to emanate. He had dreams of the jungle, of stalking prey, and seeking mates. The fur-covered bedspread also became part of his dream as he found his prey. Glacis watched over the tiger. She noticed that he had cum on the bed during his sleep. She smiled and tasted the fluid. Glacis enjoyed the alkaline taste.
Later in the evening, Glacis removed his barbs under a local anesthetic while he was unconscious, for Katis insisted on genetic diversity. If the barbs were left intact, he would have a higher probability of impregnating every felician he mated with. Glacis then applied a salve to speed his healing. The newly created felician slept fitfully for five days after the serum was injected. Travus awoke to marvel at his new physique in the full-length mirror to the right of the bed. His golden feline eyes surveyed a creature that was part human and part tiger, a felician. He studied the patches of white fur amid the orange and black, particularly the white patch on his torso that began on his chest and went to his groin. He noticed his white-furry balls, which now seemed thrice as large as before the transformation. Travus extended his claws and gave a menacing glare at himself before withdrawing the claws. Glacis entered the room causing his phallus to stiffen.
Glacis: Wow! You transformed into a sexy tiger. Let's see you resist me now.
Travus: I don't think I can resist you now. Your scent is incredible.
Glacis was still wet with estrous. Travus licked her furry face. He could smell her arousal intensify, the scent sweet to his improved sense of smell. He moved behind her and nibbled her neck. Glacis assumed the mating position; she lifted her buttocks and moved her head to the floor. Her tail lifted in a motion of invitation to coitus. The tiger stared at her red-hued labia that were drenched with mucin. Travus penetrated her estrous-swollen vulva with his mushroom cap. He no longer cared about the mink; he savored the mounting of this heated felician. His head buzzed with his animalistic passion for this felician. He felt her warmth as he pounded her pussy. The bumps where his barbs had been removed tingled with pleasure. She purred as he drove his rod into her depths. He continued to yiff her, her love pouch increased in heat as he continued to piston her. Travus roared as he came within her. His semen permeated her canal; he hardened quickly after he injected his fluid.
Travus mated her again. The tiger gripped her hips. Glacis moved into his thrusts writhing with each plunge. After a few minutes, she came hard with an orgasm fostered by his intense yiffing. Her orgasm caused her heated loins to spurt pussy juice. The sticky-white lube drenched his huge testicles and dripped onto the bed. The oily fluid stained the bedspread. The tiger drenched one of his fingers with the fluid and tasted the nectar. Travus continued to drive his swollen rod into her estrous-drenched cunt. He grabbed her hips as he mated her in frenzy. His growls echoed through the caverns. Glacis mewed in pleasure as her purrs intensified. She came again with passion insurmountable. A few minutes after, Travus ejaculated again; his fluids permeated her loins. Travus could feel her wetness.
Glacis gently pushed Travus onto the bed and straddled him. She ran her claws through his chest fur. The tiger stroked her breasts, tweaking the taut nipples. Her vagina dripped with body fluids. He savored her moisture as semen and pussy dew dripped from her pussy onto his chest. This sex was wet. He loved being a felician.
Glacis: That was magnificent. Especially for your first time as a felician.
The two cats yiffed five more times and collapsed onto the bed in each other's arms. Travus stroked her fur, paying special attention to the fur around her vulva. The two slept fitfully through the night in a tight embrace. Travus forgot the mink; he had found pure ecstasy that was missing with her...
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Teacher's Pet-Part four by Jaffah
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#4 of Teachers Pet - Teachers Pet-04 Attention Seeker Daniel sat at the desk in the study of his home; it was late at night as he looked through the file sitting in front of him. A single desk lamp illuminating his dark features as he pushed his glasses back along his nose and leant forward to pick
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[
"Age Play",
"Bisexual",
"Feline",
"Master/Pet",
"Squirrel",
"Tiger"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51782-teacher-s-pet-part-four
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Teachers Pet-04
Attention Seeker
Daniel sat at the desk in the study of his home; it was late at night as he looked through the file sitting in front of him. A single desk lamp illuminating his dark features as he pushed his glasses back along his nose and leant forward to pick up a pen to write.
Initial assessment of Amy Faust, fifteen-year-old blond female squirrel, peach coloured fur. Upon reading the request for assistance from the principal of Amy's school I expected a rowdy young girl with little in the way of "handles" to grip and steer straight but since meeting and having out first lesson Amy's problem has become clear to me.
"Problem?" The tiger frowned before changing the word to "condition". "Much better."
Amy currently lives with her mother only so has no male presence to seek strength and guidance from, why her father is not present hasn't been discussed nor is it my place to do so, I am simply there to "teach". Despite this Amy has shown signs of her advanced intelligence by being able to get what she wants from her mother (at least this is what several of her teachers have claimed).
Several complaints to the school has Amy and her friend Sylvie congregating at the local mall and acting in a promiscuous manner and causing a scene.
"Acting like little sluts." Daniel chuckled and continued to write.
The girls seem to work together safe in the knowledge their "plans" will bring them fun which is another sign of just how clever they are willing to be.
Sylvie Watkins, friend of Amy, and while a year older the dark haired, white furred feline has the body of a young adult, something she seems to hate. So as a result of her confused emotions she has travelled the road of the alternative lifestyle, dressing in dark clothing to cover up her "curse".
Daniel sat back with a sly smile as he thought about the kitten and her attitude before going back to writing.
After a brief chat with Sylvie's parents and having gained their blessing in allowing the girl to join her friend in my lessons (at no charge of course), I requested some additional information on Sylvie from the school, the principal seemed somewhat pleased in learning the girl had come under my sway and wished me luck.
The details that were sent seemed to be similar to those of Amy's and while the pair seems to do all right in some classes in others they appear to be considered "problematic" elements that bring about unwarranted disruptions.
After looking over all that has been sent to me and having met and "experienced" both girls personally it is my opinion they have trouble paying attention especially when it comes to certain subjects but under my tutelage I am confident I will have them set straight in no time.
Pausing for a moment the tiger read through what he had written so far, his brow furrowing as he thinks of something else.
Addendum- While it is not unusual for a parent or parents to become involved in my style of "teaching" I will say that the inclusion of Amy's mother from the outset was both unexpected and welcome as Miss Faust is a single mother who appears to give into her daughter's behaviour more often than not, a sure sign that she too is lacking in guidance from a firm male presence.
While my influence has encompassed and drawn her into line a little my methods of "teaching" have to be modified somewhat based on the feelings she shows when I am around. I feel in the end I will have to deal with not one "student" seeking a well-earned reward but three, something which will be a first for me.
As for my new wards the next few days will see how well they adapt to my ways and give me an idea to how long I will need to work on them. But for now the next lesson will be on paying attention, one I know the two girls will have trouble with.
Daniel smirked and slipped the paper into the file marked "Amy Faust" and closed it's cover before opening one of the desk drawers. Inside were several more folders all marked with the names of past students Daniel had been called on to "teach". The tiger flicking off the light and heading out of the room.
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"Good morning ladies." Daniel said as he was shown into the Faust study by Sandra, he was pleased to see the mother squirrel looking as though she was making good use of the "gifts" he had left her, the woman's pink cheeks and heaving bosom a sign she was more than enjoying it.
"Good morning Mr Weaver." Young Amy replied cheerily as she stood up with a bright smile, her feline friend Sylvie mumbled something then stood as an afterthought.
Both girls were dressed in their uniforms and had their books placed on the desk to show they were ready for the day's lessons, Amy looking at the male expectantly while her friend averted her gaze.
"It is a pleasure to see you both looking so smart today." The compliment making the peach furred girl blush as Sylvie slowly looked up at Daniel before looking away again. "Before you it down and the lesson begins I want you both to show me your panties."
"Wh-what?" Sylvie blurted out as she straightened and looked back at the tiger, her heart skipping a beat.
"You heard me Miss Watkins, show me your underwear." Daniel said again. "This will be the first thing you do each time the session starts."
Amy hesitated at first, looking to her kitten friend as she stood with her mouth hanging open. The squirrel giving a shy smile before lifting the front of her skirt up to show off her cute white panties to the male, Sylvie looking on with wide eyes until Daniel looked to her.
"Well Sylvie, I am waiting."
"I ... um..." The felines cheeks went bright red as she lowered her eyes and lifted her skirt up, her bare fur being revealed underneath.
Sylvie didn't know why she chose to come without panties, maybe it was a last ditch effort to show some kind of disobedience, the last thing she expected was this man to ask her to lift her skirt, the kitten's heart beating quickly as Daniel came closer.
"Well, well, you're a naughty girl to be going around like that Miss Watkins." The black tiger smirked as her bent over to take a closer look at the kittens snatch. "I would have expected slutty underwear at least."
A soft gasp made them both look to Amy who while still holding her skirt up, had her eyes locked on her friends naked sex, the kitten blushing deeply as she found herself lost for words at the reaction.
"Miss Faust, would you kindly remove your panties please, if Sylvie wishes to go without then so will you." Daniel said firmly.
The young squirrel gave a surprised squeak as her cheeks went a deep crimson but nodded slowly and began to slide her underwear down in a shy manner, she picked up the garment, folded them and placed them on the desk before once more lifting her skirt to show herself off.
"That wasn't so bad." The tutor smirked and straightened. "From now on you both with go without panties. Now be seated girls and we'll begin."
"W-without?" Sylvie asked quietly as she quickly sat down, glad to have the desk shielding her in some way, her friend slipping down beside her.
"Yes Sylvie, I expect after what you both get up to at the public mall going without underwear in the privacy of one's home is a mere formality you won't mind putting up with." Daniel said flatly and both girls looked at each other.
"S-so you know about that Sir?" Amy stuttered quietly as she studied the tiger's features trying to gauge his mood and failing.
"Of course Miss Faust." The tutor replied and took a folder from his case before he sat on the corner of the desk. "In fact I have been sent several unflattering things about the two of you from your school as well, describing you both as a "bad influence" and so forth."
"Is this why you're being such a-" Sylvie wanted to say, "pervert" but when she saw the stern look Daniel gave she changed her words. "I-is this why you are treating us like this?"
The tiger gave a cool smile that made Sylvie's heart beat a little faster and she looked away from him, even though he acted like some kind of deviant the kitten could feel herself fall more and more under his charm each time she looked at him.
"You act like adults with the exception that you fail to consider the consequences, possibly because of your age." Daniel explained to the pair. "I however will treat you as young adults and "punish" you in a way that will make you take notice."
Amy blushed deeply knowing she was an adult in the male's eyes, that she would have her bare bottom spanked in a kinky way also adding to her shameful look while Sylvie bit her lip and shivered a little at remembering the way Daniel dealt with her.
"Now while your school has its own ideas on what your problems are I think differently.' The male tiger spoke as he set down the folder. "And I believe the two of you have trouble paying attention."
The girls glanced to each other then looked away at the tutors words sank in; while it was true the girls would find many of their subjects dull and pointless to the point where they would try to make their own fun in class, the results often seeing them visiting the principals office.
"But deep down I know you are both smart girls." Daniel said as he moved around behind them and leaned down to bring his face to their level while kneeling between them. "So I think we will try some lessons in paying attention."
Amy gave a soft squeak and jumped a little as she felt the tigers hand settle on her knee, Daniel giving her a reassuring squeeze before slowly sliding it up her leg.
"S-sir?" The squirrel gasped and looked down to watch the black furry paw move to her skirt and slip under.
"Is there a problem Miss Faust?" The male asked as the teen's blue eyes became locked onto his while the touch of the felines fingers eased down her inner thigh.
"W-what are you doing?" Sylvie blinked in surprise as she sat and watched what was happening, unable to move to do anything for her friend.
"Are you paying attention now Miss Watkins?" Daniel asked as he turned to face the kitten, his hand still making its way up Amy's leg until it brushed against the girl's young sex.
Amy shuddered and gave a soft moan as the tiger's fingers found her slit and moved along it, rubbing slowly while she unconsciously spread her legs a little. Sylvie gaping as she saw her friend giving in to what the tiger was doing.
"Well?" The tutor said as Sylvie stalled.
"I ... yes, Sir." The kitten reluctantly replied as she watched Amy squirm some more.
"Then perhaps you won't mind me asking some questions then." The black feline smirked and found the moist opening to the squirrel's passage, his finger wriggling against her folds before easing in.
Amy arched her back as she felt Daniel penetrate her pussy, his furry digit sinking in slowly, carefully, as though seeking out something.
"Sir?" Sylvie whispered as her eyes were moving from her friend's crotch to the tiger and back again.
"No hymen." Daniel smirked not seeming surprised. "So this means young Amy isn't a virgin. Am I right?"
The kittens cheeks went from pink to deep red and she looked away, but only for a moment as the squirrel began to give off cute moans as Daniel began to slide his finger in and out of Amy's sex, her inner walls slowly gripping the intruder as her juices began to ooze over it.
"N-no Sir." Sylvie admitted and clenched her hands. "But..."
"But?" The tiger asked raising a brow, the only attention he appeared to be giving Amy was the slow pumping of her throbbing snatch, his focus was on Sylvie.
"We never have been with boys." The teen admitted quietly.
"Oh yes." The blond suddenly groaned and clung to Daniel's arm, the tigers finger wriggled and moved a little quicker while he used his thumb to massage the girls clit-hood.
"So you both "took" your own virginities then?" Daniel asked, allowing the pretty squirrel to hold on as he fingered her aching sex, her juices flowing and soft slurping noises rose from her pussy.
"Y-yes sir." Sylvie replied as she felt her heart pounding wildly, unable to take her eyes from the sight of her friend writhing erotically in her chair, the blond girls legs now spread wide open as the tigers fingers moved quickly.
"And you did this together?" The tutor went on to ask but Sylvie found herself watching Amy as she arched and climaxed, the girl covering her mouth with her hand to stop her cries of bliss sounding out.
"Miss Watkins you are not paying attention." The tiger growled softly and supported Amy's heaving body, the girl's nectar covering his fingers and dripping onto her chair.
"Kind of hard considering..." The kitten blurted out then realised her mistake when she saw the look Daniel gave her.
"Stand up Sylvie." He commanded quietly and brought his wet fingers to his face, he took a deep sniff of Amy's aroma before tasting the girl's nectar.
"W-what?" The dark haired teen asked as she stared disbelieving at what he had just done.
"I said stand up." His tone made Amy jump and Sylvie quickly rose to her feet, the mixed feelings of fear and desire flooding into her.
"You were not paying attention Miss Watkins, failing to answer my question and speaking like a disobedient slut again." Daniel sneered at the kitten but stroked Amy's blond hair and rubbed her ears. "Remove your top and bra please."
Amy cooed softly at the tigers touch, the blissful feel of her climax making her very light-headed and she looked up at the tiger with a loving gaze. Sylvie looked on and realized just how much her friend longed for this, as thought she had been waiting for someone to come along and treat her like a slut.
No. Sylvie thought to herself as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. To treat them both like sluts.
As she stripped her top off the kitten knew all the sly flashes in public, the teasing and abuse of those men and boys who would look lewdly at them, these were cheap and unfulfilling thrills. This tiger, the way he was treating them and the desirable feelings he provoked were what the two girls really needed and now they were getting them, although in Sylvie's mind she wasn't going to make it easy for Daniel.
"Still the slow learner Sylvie." The male sighed and stood up, seeing the girl fumble with her brazier.
With her heart pounding the teen eventually unclipped her bra and let it fall, her eyes downcast as she tried to stand with her arms at her sides instead of covering her full breasts.
"Such beautiful breasts and cute rosy nipples." Daniel said, as he looked the kitten's chest over, his hand cupping one of Sylvie's firm tits.
"Th-thank you Sir." Was all the girl could say as the male fondled her flesh.
"Lay on the table so Miss Faust may witness your punishment." He then commanded and stepped over to clear the books away.
At first Sylvie hesitated, wanting to unleash her inner rebel but after the first time he used her the part that disobeyed had become more like a tamed pussycat, so she nodded and moved to mount the table, the tiger stepping up to position her so the girls head hung over the edge and the dark haired teen had an upside down view of her tutors crotch.
"Now Amy, please tell me of the time you and Sylvie lost your virginities please." Daniel said as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall, both girls looking to see his thick length spring forth.
"Well Mr Weaver." The squirrel began as the tiger stepped forward and moved into a position where his shaft rested between Sylvie's breasts, the kitten panting deeply as she breathed in Daniel's musky scent and watched his balls brushing against her flesh. "We had a sleep over at her place and her parents went out for dinner with friends."
"So you were both alone?" The black feline queried as her pressed the white furred teen's globes around his length and slowly began to fuck them, his fingers rolling the girl's hard nipples.
"Y-yes Sir." Amy continued to watch wide eyed as her friend was tit-fucked on the desk in front of her, the air filling with the males scent and mixing with the sweet smells coming from both girls. "Sylvie found one of her mothers ... toys."
"Please go on." Daniel said giving a soft moan as the kitten's velvet tits become a sticky mess thanks to his oozing pre, he could feel Sylvie's hot breath on his balls and buttocks and knew despite her hatred for her oversized chest the girl was enjoying this.
Sylvie closed her eyes as her body burned and throbbed with desire, her sex quivering as her breasts were used as her "punishment", the kittens mind reeling with lust as she bit her lip to stop herself from calling out for more.
"Well it sounded silly at the time but it..." The squirrel hesitated and looked up at Daniel's face to see signs the tiger was close.
"Felt good?" He finished her sentence and the teen nodded.
Daniel said nothing more as he hunched and growled, his aching length spurting seed as he cums, the tiger's cock buried between Sylvie's breasts as more sticky cream gushed and oozed into her white fur, the girl unable to suppress a low deep moan as the hot goo spilled onto her.
"It is nothing to be ashamed of little one." The tiger sighed and rocked his hips, milking his length and smearing his fluids onto the kitten's chest. "Pleasure can be seen as a way of learning new things."
Daniel stepped back and helped Sylvie to sit up on the desk, the teen catching her breath and inhaling deeply at the scent that arose from her tingling chest. Before she knew it the tiger had brought her head back and placed a light kiss her lips.
"I do this because I care." He whispered and let her get steady.
For a long minute there was silence with Daniel pulling his trousers back up and Amy helping Sylvie to sit on the edge of the desk, both girls glancing at the mess on the girls chest.
"I hope you girls learned that paying attention is important in getting what you want." Daniel said moving to the desk where his brief case sat. "When you have finished cleaning up I want you both to think about the subjects you are having trouble with and decide of you really need help with them, they will be vital when it comes to seeing if you are worthy of earning your reward."
"Yes Sir." Both girls answered and Amy once again helped Sylvie from the room and upstairs.
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"Is this wrong?" Sylvie whispered as she stood half naked with cum on her chest in Amy's room while the squirrel fetched a towel for her.
"Does it feel wrong?" Amy asked by way of replying, the teen stopping to think on it.
"I ... I've never felt so dirty and so good before in my whole life." The kitten admitted and ran a finger through the warm sticky fluid that was smeared on her fur.
"Same here." Amy said softly and felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment as she watched Sylvie look at the cum collected on her finger.
Slowly the squirrel reached out and gently guided Sylvie's hand closer to her own mouth, surprising the kitten by rubbing the wet goo onto her lips.
"Amy?" Sylvie asked, not looking sure until her friend reached to grip her neck and pull her into a deep kiss, the pair sighing softly as their tongues danced and tasted Daniel's cum between them.
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"Mr Weaver, Daniel?" Sandra peered inside the study to see the tiger sitting by himself.
"Please come in Sandra." He said looking up. "What is on your mind?"
The brown squirrel femme stepped lightly into the room, moving more naturally despite the "toys" Daniel had given her during an earlier meeting.
"There was something I was curious about." Amy's mother breathed softly as she came closer, the feline beckoning her near enough for him to snare her waist and pull her onto his lap.
"Does my sweet pet wish to know of her rewards?" The tiger asked as he runs his hand along her back and tail.
"N-no Sir." Sandra gasped and arches a little. "I was wondering if maybe there were any others, that you um, see."
"Others? As in other students and their families?"
"Yes." The femme looks down, her cheeks reddening at the question.
Daniel studied the woman's look and lifted her chin to look at him.
"Yes. There are others but not many." He replied and Sandra sighed softly. "I will not lie of these things as I see no reason to, but now you wonder if I will leave you all when my job is done, am I right?"
"Yes." The squirrel nodded slowly and looked to him.
"I tend to keep in touch with all those I deal with to ensure my teaching's are adhered to so it is not unusual for me to make regular visits. "Daniel explained. "Some even find themselves moving once they are confident enough."
Sandra appeared to brighten a little.
"So you will be keeping an eye on us, I mean Amy?"
Daniel chuckled and scritched the femmes tail base.
"I will be keeping an eye on all of you if you wish me to."
"Thank you Mr Weaver." The older squirrel beamed and stood up. "I am very grateful for your honesty."
"It is something I give all those I work with Sandra." The tiger said with a warm smile.
The mother gave a sweet smile before almost skipping from the room, Daniel sitting back as she leaves.
"Yes, could be most interesting come the time for their rewards."
To be continued...
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Amy & Sylvie (C) Jessica Elwood; other characters (C) Jaffah; Story (C) Jaffah 2008
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Kayla: Vindication by Professor Bob
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#45 of Kayla - Kayla: Vindication In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Fourty-Five) * * *
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[
"Cub",
"Discipline",
"Dragon",
"Dream",
"Fox",
"Nudity",
"Other/Herm",
"Parental Spanking",
"Spanking"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97888-kayla-vindication
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Kayla: Vindication In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Fourty-Five)
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Concept by Lurking Dragon Kayla and story by Professor Bob More Kayla Stuff!: www.Professor-Bob.net
At dawn, Kayla slept with a dream. It had enveloped her consciousness with clarity and reality. Mercifully, it was a world where nothing was wrong and Jacob was close at her side. The fox took a deep breath, ruffling her fur as her head shifted on her pillow. It was a deeper breath, long and extended - lustful. Her legs crossed, and her small furry fox toes curled in what was surely an intimate dream. Warm, moist breath crossed her neck and shoulder in this imaginary world, feeling sharp, yet somehow comfortably smooth teeth touch her skin. Her bed-mate nipped ever so gently at her neck, causing no pain in that happy, false world. The nerves in the side of her neck tingled in reality from the phantom boy. Sliding her orange muzzle against the pillow again, her breath shook. There was a whisper in her ear. A touch to her chest, trailing over her left nipple to take a near weightless hold of a breast she no longer had. It coincided with the feeling of her racing heart, which her body did feel in reality, and the stiff tenderness of adolescent arousal.
Not all good things last. Near drooling onto her pillow in her heavy sleep, she had nuzzled it too deeply to breathe clearly, and subsequently woke herself. Eyes opening slowly, Kayla was in a post-dream daze; mind sorting reality from fantasy. Though the dream had ended, bits of scrambled and hazy memories warmed her heart while coming to. But then came a sinking sense of reality. Jacob wasn't there, and it was not a happy time.
Nightgown forgotten at her bedside, Kayla had laid atop her sheets and fallen asleep. In nothing but her bare fur, Kayla sat up slightly on her back - legs parted lazily. With drowsy eyes she peered down to her groin, finding a bit of pink clitoris erect from between her furred lips. Kayla covered her swollen and aroused groin with both paws, sighing embarrassedly as her head lowered back down onto the pillow. Staring up at the ceiling, it glowed a dull blue from the reflected light of another grey wintry day.
It had been a long time since she had a dream she could remember, and even longer since having a sexual dream. They weren't things she ever had. Kayla attributed it to how much she thought of Jacob the night before, laying down to ponder what to do for him, only to fall asleep without a pair of underwear on. The adolescent mind, even that of a rejuve, was in a constant state of development. Random arousal from even inactive, immature personal places was a part of being a kid and growing up. It was just uncomfortable to have been graced by it's presence in such a tough time, and to feel such a way without her own paw's caress causing it. It was just another thing someone her age had lacking control over.
Even then, the dream was vivid. She remembered bits and pieces of what she did, and what Jacob had done. It was so romantic. Her mind got Jacob's personality spot on, she thought with a contented sigh of sorts. Her paws gripped her groin slightly, folding bits of immature flesh - making the tip of her tail quiver. Such impulses came so rarely due to her age, even if she was an adult trapped in the body and mind of a much younger form of herself. They had their uses, but beneath the red blush of her cheeks and muzzle and stare upwards, her mind stirred poorer memories. Sexuality was a type of physical freedom a penitatas didn't have, and when she was free, others often claimed her freedom as their own. Those feelings were once forced, paid for, and someone's property. It took a long while to become comfortable with her own body, and the idea of a loving, consensual relationship like everyone else got to have. She's had about thirty-seven years to come to such terms.
Working to ignore her body's behaviors her mind didn't ask for, Kayla climbed out of bed to start the day. Sifting through her clothing drawers, she picked underwear for herself; thick cotton ones to cover herself well. Lastly, a blue t-shirt. It wouldn't be long until her feminine parts would calm and her heart would settle. It was a wonder the sorts of reactions the brain caused, when it was filled with such thought, worry, and emotion.
Stepping to her window, she looked out into the cold day. The trees rustled with the sudden rush of air, slowing down to a stop. Brown leaves fell to the ground, making all sorts of movement and life in what looked like a dead and dismal scene. A solitary snowflake caught her eye; the piece of ice fluttering down to land without fanfare. The quiet was at least very relaxing. It took a lot of effort to clear her head, trying to think of so much at once. How Jacob was doing. If he hurt. What to do to clear his name, and to rescue him from a life that was not his. A hero should never be treated as a criminal. Those emotions had ravaged her yesterday, being spared by sleep, only to stew and boil in her unconscious mind.
Emily did her best to comfort her daughter. In the end, the caring parent had to let Kayla be alone for a while to sort her feelings. The Aspatrian worked past the ones her vivid dream had created, and settled into other thoughts. Kayla had never had a partner such as Jacob. Admitably, staring out that window, she knew she loved him. If the fox had learned anything about such feelings of care, and family during her time as a penitatas, she knew what love was now. The words they shared were more than just friends, catching the other's eye gazing a bit more deeply during those moments to themselves. It was the crush two seven year olds could have, but having been around much longer than that, her older side told her there was more. Thinking of Jacob in her own shoes, without hope, choked her up. Kayla didn't doubt he loved her back, just as he would say with his bashful, yet strong smile. She had to fight for him. She had to fight for her special person.
"But how?", Kayla growled aloud, breaking the silence. Clenching her eyes, she huffed with ache in her chest, smacking her windowsill with an open paw before turning around and storming away a mere two steps. The feelings of anger and frustration crept up her throat, scratching it. She held her head with a single paw - headfur messily between her fingers.
Kayla stood there for some moments, trying hard to calm down and revert to her usual maturity. She needed to be a sly, slick fox to come up with ideas. She sighed once. Twice. Quelling her feelings, she wandered from the spot which she stood to sit at her desk. Slipping into the seat, the fox leaned forward, looking into the synthetic wood surface of the flat desk. Black ear-tips reaching for the sky once more, Kayla scrunched her eyes and went to work. Her adolescent arousal had disappeared without effort, or even awareness; just as it had came, being a natural, untamable function.
Down stairs, her mother was also in a state of thought, even if the topics varied. Kayla needed ways to gather information and evidence. Emily was considering her options as a penitatas parent. Seated at the end of the stairs at the family computer console desk, she leaned back idly - jasmine green tea in a white mug in her hand. It was not standard procedure to meddle in the affairs of another penitatas caretaker, as everyone carried the same license and proved themselves the same way. The sort of torment her daughter and friend were going through was extreme, observing such a struggle for what each of them firmly thought was the truth. Penitatas were not considered the gatekeepers of truth, seeing as rotten adults make rotten rejuvenated children. Emily did feel that Jacob was an exception, offering enough doubt to make a re-trial and examination of the evidence a required and immediate priority. She was a believer of the justice system, and giving everyone a fair chance. A court record that did not contain physical evidence meant nothing.
Sipping her herbal, sweetened tea, the warmth of the liquid was relaxing but not as much as she needed it to be. To attempt to interject while not being Jacob's caregiver meant going to the Corrections Council - an action that would be difficult to arrange. Her request would need to be accepted, and passed through the legal channels to Starfleet, whom she presumed could still say no. Unknown individuals held all the cards. There was no giving up though, not when it came to someone's life and freedom. Eventually she had to place such ponderings on hold, placing the present and her own penitatas at the forefront of her priority. The morning ticked away, yet she hadn't seen Kayla even leave her bedroom to use the bathroom, much less eat. Careful to not rush in and startle, the mother halted at the door and pressed the button to open it, remaining where she stood. It slid out of the way, to find her girl sitting at her desk. Kayla turned her head, forcing a small smile and nod of greeting over her shoulder.
"Good morning mom.", Kayla said lightly. She didn't look herself, but her eyes weren't dim. There hadn't been any tears at least, thank goodness, Emily felt. So that wasn't what was keeping her daughter.
"I haven't seen you all morning. Are you doing okay?", she was sure to move right in to check and affirm, placing a hand on the doorway. The fox's nod of response was prompt.
"Yes. I'm just thinking.", her voice explained smoothly, still only over her shoulder. Emily caught a light smile from her girl's messy fur atop her head, almost covering what bit she could see of Kayla's eyes. As long as she wasn't in the throws of depression, this alone time was something she could allow.
"Be sure to wash up soon. You'll feel better.", Emily directed in a casual tone to her girl, turning her head a bit to walk away. She thought of another important point, turning it back before leaving.
"Come down for lunch soon. Okay?", she also found it important to instruct, needing to make sure Kayla was well fed and taken care of.
"Sure thing ma'.", Kayla said with an added pep to her voice, that sounded soothed. Confident her daughter was alright, Emily turned from the doorway, tapping the button to close it as she stepped away. Kayla sighed out of relief and restless energy, looking down between herself and the desk. Lifting her left leg off the chair, the pulled from beneath it and her underwear Jacob's Starfleet com-badge. When her mother opened the door, the sly fox was quick to hide it under her leg, out of view, even if it meant she couldn't move. Holding the item between her fingers, she moved it from finger to finger, staring at it closely. In front of her nose, the Starfleet insignia was a physical bond with Jacob. It embodied his pride, and was an token of his life before the accident that changed everything. A Starfleet artifact such as this could not be legal for a penitatas to possess, much less one that worked. Smiling nicely for her worried mother kept it secret, and her parent calm.
She hadn't even gotten to show Jacob it was functional. It's dull, scarred metal and warped, melted pieces felt rough and chalky to the skin of her fingers as it passed through her fur. If only this witness of the reactor leak could talk. It could tell of Jacob's innocence, and bravery.
Kayla's muzzle curled, as if she'd take to the growling she normally avoided.
It wasn't actually an angry look, as it was a very serious one. Her eyes, fixed and focused, looked on at the device. It could talk. Not in the same sense, but it could. Jacob's com-badge was a link to a realm unexplored, that they should not have had access to. There was so little Kayla could do to control how the plan worked, but slowly, she was making one - tail limp, and still, without a single idle wag.
The obstacle, Kayla believed, was Starfleet. The channels that had control over Jacob's trial were hidden from them, and outside of their access. She needed information and evidence. Such information and evidence had to exist somewhere, and the first place to start would be their source. The U.S.S. Apollo. There had to be one person that didn't believe the charges, for the same reason she didn't. Jacob had feelings for her, before he had them for Kayla, but that life was gone. Feeling, and memories, didn't just end and fade away like that. Some where out there, out in the stars, was another person she needed to talk to.
Kayla stood from her chair, showing the tips of a few teeth. Eyes and ears scanning the door, she wanted to be sure she was alone. Holding the com-badge close to her chest, the fox walked hurriedly to the window, opening her paws to look down at the small device. It was big in her young paws, which reminded her at the same time her place in the world as a penitatas. What she was looking to do was dangerous, and the hesitation placed butterflies in her stomach. Mind racing, crashing loudly, it urged her to just do it. Do it and don't turn back. It was for Jacob, and using a com-badge didn't leave messy trails of evidence like hacking did. This could work, maybe, as long as the other was willing to speak with her. If not, the Aspatrian was playing with fire.
"Let this work.", she whispered desperately, closing her eyes and holding the badge tighter. It was a wish. For once, if she couldn't use a skill of her's to be in total control, she would gamble with fate. Opening her eyes and paws, the badge sat against her paw-pads. With a simple tap of the claw on her right thumb against the center of the unit, it chirped, acknowledging her aloud. It awaited her request.
"Jacob Vasse to Cameron Richardson.", she stated nervously but authoritatively, even if her adolescent female voice didn't at all match what an older Jacob sounded like. There was a second of pause, then a double, low toned chirp from the badge. Kayla really did growl that time, flooding with frustration.
"You worked the other day! Don't do this to me!", Kayla screamed at the unit, sounding forceful; shaking the badge desperately.
"Starfleet Test Station One, acknowledge!", the fox snapped, not even aware anymore of the dire risk she placed herself in of being heard downstairs. This time, her angry, curled canine stare was met with a voice.
"Acknowledged.", came the feminine voice of a Starfleet computer system. It was a shock to Kayla's chest, like the butterflies in her stomach took off for higher ground. Her face eased fairly quickly, maw open just a bit. It was a confused stance she held for several moments, before it was broken by the thump of her forehead defeatedly against her window. It seemed her gamble would yield no victor. It made sense with thought.
The badge didn't work, yet also not work. Starfleet Test Station One, the location she heard Jacob try to contact, was a communications test station on Earth. The U.S.S Apollo, was not on Earth. The difference was distance. The badge's rage was compromised.
Opening her weary eyes once more, Kayla could see their reflection in the window. This would be Jacob's best chance, but time wasn't on her side. After losing contact with him, she didn't know what he was going through. After imagining tender romance, though it wasn't her conscious mind's decision, thinking of him instead in pain was not a thing she could do easily. Working her mind back to thinking straight, the fox tapped the badge once again. It took a moment for her to think of something to say, but as she thought of it, she hoped it would do something. Anything.
"Starfleet Test Station One.", she spoke quieter, head against the window. She didn't know what it would do if not asked to reply.
"Please state your request.", the facility asked, emotionlessly and concisely. Kayla took her forehead from the window, staring down at the badge again. This communication facility wasn't damaged like the badge was. Perhaps she could use that, but she wasn't sure what to ask of the test station.
"Relay... connection?", she tried, raising a paw out of confusion. The station was also confused.
"Please re-state your request.", the computer asked. Kayla huffed, thinking of all the things a communication test site would be able to do for it's users.
"How about... buffer? Buffer my connection?", the fox tried next, talking to the site computer like a person in her desperation. She figured it might buffer signals for debugging purposes, acting as a local transmitter and receiver like she wanted in order to do so. The request was again met with a double chirp of failure from the badge, but a voice chimed in with it before Kayla's frustration could flare.
"Unable to complete request. Signal strength too low to establish a direct link-up with station.", it did reply, still emotionless as it delivered bad news. Kayla didn't take it as bad news though. The fox's eyes shined and opened wide, and a smile that wasn't fake and forced crept down her muzzle.
"Thank you!", she called to the Starfleet badge in her paws, jumping about with a bit of ecstatic vigor. The denial meant it could work, if she could figure out how. For this, so close to the solution, the girl moved towards speaking out loud and talking to herself.
"I can talk to it, but can't form a bridge for routing. This means I must be on the edge of the badge's operating range now." Kayla deduced in her fast paced walking, tapping the back of the badge against her nose. Her heart was racing, but finally, the fox kept her wits. She felt herself, with her hope. Kayla made another circle, walking towards the window before turning again.
"I need to get closer to the station!", she exclaimed, taking the badge from her nose and wagging it in gesture to persons not there. It was an intense subject for such a young mind to work through. Standing right where she stopped, her breathing was quick and shallow. Answer, answer, need an answer! Then it was like everything stopped. Her mind was graced with soothing angelic wings. It was a divine clarity that relieved her.
"The park.", Kayla whispered to the empty room, reeling from the revelation. The park she and Ninne were taken to was a ways from home, in a different district on the other side of town. That portion of Calleet was closer to the nearby Starfleet facilities, where this test station had to be located. If she could talk to it, but not connect to it, the badge's operating range was so small it was the only possible location. Giving the badge another stare, the fox had to part with it, slipping it back into the drawer of her desk.
Her mother could not know. Not something like this. Lying and playing the role of sly fox no longer sat well with Kayla anymore, but this was different. She wasn't being some conniving criminal. This was saving a life. There wasn't anything she could do that would mean more. It was Jacob. It mattered, and he mattered! Turning on her right footpaw, the fox ran for her door to head down the hall and wash up as she had been told.
Splashing water in her face, she gave happy looks to the mirror. Kayla was proud of herself, and all she had to do was ask to go to the park, convincingly. There was a certain nagging thought though, that scratched at her notions, no matter how good they were. The last time she was this deceitful, was when she reverted to certain portions of her old ways, making an elaborate plan to gain access to Calleet Elementary's computer network. It was a thrill; something she later paid for, and was guilt ridden by. When it came to doing such things in the name of good, the line between good and evil dulled. Right and wrong became a matter of opinion. It was Jacob that never wished to see her in harm's way. As long as he would forgive her actions, no other opinion would matter... unless of course Emily pressed her point with Kayla's paddle.
Such a thought made Kayla slow down the brushing of her fur, and look a bit more deeply into the mirror. Releasing that doubt in a sigh, she shook her head and continued her preening. Kayla believed she could do it, and held on to it.
Once working her way downstairs in the basic Saturday attire she put on earlier, the fox removed the air of confident cheer. To trick properly, she would still have to be in the throws of emotional scarring, not having thought of a way to help Jacob yet. Not even needing to find her mother, Emily found her, stepping to the bottom of the stairs with her morning cup of tea still in hand.
"It was noisy up there some moments ago. Were you yelling?", the parent asked with a note of confusion. That one required a moment of thought from the Aspatrian, who's ears flicked - placing a faux embarrassed and somber look on her face.
"I stubbed my toe on the chair.", Kayla said with a lightly sheepish voice, to make it sound as if she felt silly for hurting herself. Much to her surprise, Emily's look became that of a scold.
"Were those swear words you were yelling then?", the penitatas parent was sure to confront, as often as the soap came out in their household. Just saying the word ‘swear' made the fox taste it flowing around her muzzle, getting between her teeth.
"No mom, not at all!", Kayla assured, keeping to the tone of somber worry. She wasn't sure how convincing that one was, since she didn't really swear about anything in the first place. There was normally the encouraging factor your offense caused that assisted in lying. Emily hummed thoughtfully with a look on her face, very obviously examining her. A penitatas parent that wasn't sure of the truth, sometimes had to take to playing it safe. As part of being a penitatas, receiving a swatting ‘just in case' you committed an offense was not heard of. After Kayla escaped a swatting yesterday for her brash behavior, Emily was forced to be such a judge.
"Alright. Hold still.", the mother spoke in a near casual sense, making her mind. Kayla's head drooped a little as her parent knelt down onto her knees, setting her mug on the floor. At least when it was done like this, the punishment was brief. Acting in a sort of casual sense herself, both being very familiar with this, Kayla acceptingly raised her tail up out of the way, bracing against Emily's left shoulder so she wouldn't jump around. Lifting the back of Kayla's shirt a bit more, the Aspatrian's un-tenderized backside was ready in just a few seconds since she gave the order to ‘hold still'.
Right down to business, Emily's right hand slapped beneath her furry daughter's tail. The force of the blows were crisp, making a swatting sound despite the fox's thin fur of her bottom and her cotton underwear. Kayla's paws balled into tight fists - her face scrunching into a continued wince. Each smack hurt, but, it could have been much worse. A basic dozen from her mother's hand was a speedy punishment that could be done in such a whim for lighter things, or such reminders. At the last spank, the fox's tail curled from the sting, and the harshness coaxed a pained sound from Kayla's throat.
"Ah.. Ow.", Kayla whined quietly, just above a whisper due to the tearier nature of how it sounded. The fox preferred to be tough for such short, simple things, and in reality she was. Her mother spanked with her hand much harder than a parent would swat a kindern child, and faster. With her sound of repentance, Emily released her girl's shirt, brushing her bushy tail back down as a way to say it was done. Kayla took a step back; back of her footpaws touching the last step of the stairs, just to give her mother room to get up, and her an opportunity to give her eyes a quick wipe. They burned gently with the feeling of tears, but they had only moistened. The fur of her silver, filled in ‘P's absorbed the two tear drops that never got large enough to leave her eyes. Well that stung a bit.
"You did a lot of yelling. I don't know what was said, but try to take such mistakes with grace - the way you just did here.", Emily spoke lightly again, keeping with a positive parental tone despite having laid down a little negative reinforcement. It was normal and common, and the welts her hand could leave would be gone in an hour, tops. Kayla nodded her head, placing her paws together, at belly height. Her eyes looked down, as you would expect any rejuve to do after feeling a bit of discipline. That part wasn't so much an act, and her mother's saying she took the quick swatting with grace was a soothing kind of compliment. She was guilty to some degree - at least of lying.
"Sorry mom.", Kayla added to her acknowledging nod, certain to answer respectfully before raising her head to look at her mom. With that interruption, she wasn't as sure how she'd play the heart strings to go to the park. Being swatted generally meant things would be taken away, not granted. The shy-like timid laugh the fox made then was quite real, using her real feelings then to her advantage, looking over towards the front door.
"So much for asking you if we could go to the park.", Kayla chuckled, keeping her eyes away. She sniffed, though very tiny-like, due to a bit of moisture in her nose from the swatting. It was there even if she didn't cry, in some amount.
"The park?", her mother asked curiously, before bending over to collect her white mug from the carpet. The question was music to Kayla's tall canid ears. Her head tilted back to facing forward, looking up at her mother. Her paws remained at her belly, looking as if she was huddling them to herself. Something to portray inner discomfort, or at least her kind cuteness. Even a good person knew how to play that game. Having a much less than good past and criminal inclination made her good at it.
"I could use a quiet walk, and some fresh air.", Kayla spoke, as if she was feeling down. Her ears drooped a bit for effect. This was only half an act - she had a lot on her mind. There were plenty of sullen feelings to dredge to the surface. The fox raised her ears back up a bit, with the black tips standing erect, giving a hopeful look.
"Please?", the young girl asked softly, turning her loose statement into a request. Thankfully, Emily smiled a bit. The kind of smile she made when she felt pity. The mother placed her right hand against Kayla's check, giving her muzzle a gentle stroke from her thumb. It was one of the touches that seemed to comfort Kayla at times, as she looked down into the fox's happy, yet weak expression.
"I think that would be a healthy idea. We can stop for lunch before coming back.", she granted the privilege, making her own parental schedule as to how she thought the day would go. Kayla was grinning on the inside that this was working.
"Go throw your pants and shoes on. Grab a jacket.", Emily directed with a chipper, encouraging air to her voice as she removed her hand from Kayla's cheek. The fox nodded her head, turning for the stairs.
"Thanks ma'!", Kayla was sure to add as her bare footpaws bounded up the stairs. Such an act stung her fresh swatting, but it was something she could idly tolerate for a while. Her mind was much busier than that, imagining how her plan would go, and the sort of information she could learn from an individual more privy to Starfleet's knowledge. Her jeans and black jacket were on right away, with those same footpaws thumping down the carpeted stairs - sure to stay within the acceptable speed she had learned the hard way over her time as a penitatas. Secure in her right denim pocket, Jacob's com-badge rested snugly through her young energy.
On the ride to the park, Emily's motherly instinct made her want to badger her daughter about her thoughts, and how she felt Jacob was doing. Admitably, she was worried about the boy. Her other instincts told her to be quiet and not pry into what was perhaps too difficult to discuss. Watching the hover-car's automatic controls, her eyes would glance over to Kayla in the other seat, seeing her paws in her jacket trying to keep warm on such a cold day.
"You'll be okay, right honey?", Emily decided to just ask, out of the blue. Kayla had to smile at least a little. The concern was appreciated, even if it made it harder to lie.
"Don't see why not. I have high hopes.", she answered, even if it had additional meaning the older human wasn't aware of. Emily wanted to tell the little fox that she was on her side, but couldn't be sure of how to word it appropriately.
"Me too.", she settled on as a reply, quiet, and direct, in a lighthearted way.
Landing the hover-car in the lot of the park, the pair of mother and daughter walked together down a sidewalk they were familiar with. It lead to the playground Kayla and Ninne frequented, back before their friendship reached rough waters. It had been much too long since Emily took Kayla here, the penitatas parent figured. Even young repenting children needed a park, at least when they were well behaved. During Emily's time of being too strict, and too unforgiving, she felt herself being guilty for the park falling out of their routine. Leaving the fox to her boredom and small, sad frustrations was a punishment tool she regretted. Kayla dealt with too much to have things held over her head for long periods. While Kayla hid her excitement over her idea coming to fruition, Emily hid her shame of the past few months. So many things happened to Kayla on her watch.
"Stay close by.", Emily asked of her girl as they approached the playground. It wasn't Kayla's reason to be here, but it was where the mother's usual bench was. Force of habit. The fox followed a few more steps, before branching off with a more cheerful, ‘okay!'. Not needing to act as much, Kayla ran into the soft sand of the playground, nonchalant. Being such a chilly kind of day, the park was mostly empty, and the playground deserted. To the delicate ebony pads on her paws, the metal on the play sets were icy, touching them and biding her time while her mother settled in. There was a lot of trust. It had been earned, yet it was still so imperative for Kayla to lie. She huffed, releasing a cloud of vapor from her wet nose.
It looked as if Emily was getting pre-occupied, pulling a data-pad from her pocket. It was Jacob's court records again, though the fox imagined it to be just the daily news chip. Looking through the openings of the colorful rungs and ladders of the play area, Kayla's happy appearance slipped back into the same serious one she had before. Taking a single step back, she turned slowly, walking a few short paces till her shoes were no longer trudging through sand. Standing behind a tall, thin tree next to a thicker shrub that decorated the playground's edge, Kayla reached into her pocket and pulled the com-badge back out. Holding it at nose height, she examined it as she always did. This was for Jacob. His life and memories. And her love.
Not wasting any time, Kayla held the Starfleet com-badge and looked down, tapping it with her claw to again activate it - leaving her mother on the other side of the play sets, many paces away. Out of sight, out of audible range, out of mind. This was a serious as being caught hacking.
"Starfleet Test Station One.", the fox again requested, sighing in the middle of her command. Saying such words made her nervous, in such a consequential undertaking.
"Please state your request.", a familiar computer voice asked, the same way it had done before. Kayla lifted the dull, now dark golden badge a few inches as it sat in her right paw.
"Buffer all further communications.", Kayla spoke clearly, though keeping her voice down. That had to be the kind of command it wanted. It was quiet for a half second as it was previously, but no chirp arose.
"Affirmative. All further communications will be buffered through Starfleet Test Station One.", it spoke in a tone it hadn't yet. It actually said yes to something. Kayla smiled ear to ear, twitching them excitedly. She could do it now; the impossible! At last, the Aspatrian could do something to help. Feeling a sort of power surging through her arm from the com-badge, Kayla had to tilt her head down and make sure she wasn't running on simply the thrill. No, she was terrified. Powerful, but not without fault. It was good to feel a new motive. Raising her head, her eyes fixed on the badge, giving it another tap. No backing out now!
"Jacob Vasse to Cameron Richardson.", Kayla committed, making her relay connection through the station. There was no response for a moment. A long moment.
"That is a cruel joke.", a woman spoke with such seriousness; low, and labored, when she heard the name and voice of the person trying to contact her badge. Kayla sulked where she stood. The woman had pain in her voice, and it seemed hearing that name did not help.
"It's not like that. Are you alone?", the fox tried to assure, making a gesture with her left paw. She looked and spoke to the com-badge as if Cameron was really there, taking a small step back further behind the tree. This also merited a moment of silence.
"I'm in my quarters. Who is this?", Cameron answered with a note of irritation, swinging into her second sentence with authoritative anger. All the while, her voice had also adopted Kayla's low, quiet speaking. It was no mistake the voice of this 'Jacob Vasse' was that of a very young girl. The fact she contacted her that way was very intriguing. Kayla didn't know if saying her identity was the best of ideas, but it would have been hard to win the trust of Jacob's second in command without honesty.
"I'm his friend, Kayla Ackart. Jacob entrusted me to repair his badge, before his arrest.", the fox was quick to explain, trying to get it out as smoothly as she could. It didn't mean anything to say who she was, if she didn't also explain her relation to Jacob.
"Jacob mentioned you in a letter he wrote a month ago. I knew you lived in the same district; I caught your name while searching for a home for him. He spoke fondly of you - would he really be happy you're putting yourself at such risk by using de-commissioned Starfleet equipment?", Cameron spoke closer to she normally would, at least these days. Jacob was the one that held her cheer, as they would tease and joke with one another. The fate of her commanding officer and long time friend left her in a long, somber state. Instead of energetic and cheerful, her voice had a tender, calm ring to it, once she got over the initial reaction and knew what was going on. Kayla nodded to the badge slowly, even if the other listener could not see it.
"He spoke of you fondly too Cameron, as well as the whole ship. The Apollo was his family.", she felt it was prudent to say, as her mind wandered to think of the small, frightened, lonely Karrian. Cameron sighed gruffly, highlighting the difficulty and sadness behind hearing such things.
"It still is.", the older human almost whispered. There was a lot behind those three words. Kayla being so well with human body language, imagined Cameron's face. It was an honor to speak with someone who knew Jacob for so many years. The fox even felt jealous. It caused her to pause awkwardly. They both spoke as if Jacob wasn't even around anymore, trapped in his world of crime and punishment.
"I was hoping you'd be able to give me some information, or data pertaining to the accident on board the U.S.S Apollo. He's hurting right now.", Kayla spoke even quieter. Cameron needed to know it was her intention to do something, and help. The Starfleet officer hummed.
"I know. We've all heard, and very few believe he's guilty up here. There has been little I could do though to fix that sham of a trial. They covered up so much.", Cameron began to get upset in an angry way again. It seemed she knew a lot.
"I'm going to do the best I can. His mother won't fight for him, and Starfleet is dodging the prospect of a re-trial.", the fox said with a stone in her chest, more desperately.
"It's why I've done what I did. It's for Jacob. We're cut off from everything.", Kayla was forced to explain, noting her motives and need. She was making it obvious she cared for him a lot. Cameron could not see the urgent body language of the girl on the other end, staring out the window of her quarters at Earth below, but felt where she was coming from. The blue of Earth filled the room with it's only source of light.
"You're bold, Packet-Storm. A big-name penitatas being Jacob's best friend. I never would have seen it coming, as reserved as Jacob is, but now I have an idea.", Cameron started with a small chuckle. It warmed Kayla, like receiving her blessing.
"Knowing your ability, it's no doubt you're capable of a lot. Crappy truth be told, there is no evidence or anything left here on the Apollo.", she went on, sounding more like the Cameron Jacob would have known. Down to business, Kayla growled quietly, responding right away with her left paw to her head.
"You said ‘they'...", Kayla said curiously, leaning her right shoulder against the tree, and huddling her tail closer to the backs of her legs for warmth.
"Some upper Starfleet brass and their staff. All of them were associated with Starfleet defense operations in some way. They took jurisdiction of the incident shortly after the investigation began. When that happened, the investigation stopped, and everything about the accident was taken.", she explained, ending in a hateful growl. Both girls loathed the injustice they had seen.
"Kayla, I wanted to help Jacob too. I tried to take the ship's internal sensor logs, and the data we collected while the accident was occurring. Every piece of it had been deleted, leaving a hole in our computer‘s memory. Some law office that was selected has copies of the sensor logs and all the physical evidence of the accident. Took it all and destroyed what was left recorded on the Apollo.", Cameron went further into, showing how deep the problems went. It was like a conspiracy. Hell, it could have been a conspiracy. It made no sense to make the whole accident classified, and place even the crew of the victim ship in the dark. It made Kayla seethe.
"Without evidence, Jacob will be a penitatas for a long time. Things have been so hard on him, and his mother is of no help. She's a cruel bat that is taking all the shit Starfleet feeds her and calling it ice cream.", Kayla also had the duty to report, feeling tense enough to be ill. Cameron sighed, guiltily.
"And to think I chose that home for him specifically. I wanted him to be in a place he'd be loved and respected, just as he got up here.", she spoke sadly, regretting it all.
"He's so reserved, he tried to take his emergency rejuvenation as nothing. You could see the kind of fright in a seven year old's eyes, even if the person on the inside was a proud man.", Cameron highlighted, placing her own memories on the table. She saved Jacob's life, and for that, Kayla was forever grateful. Perhaps she needed to do this for everyone who had ever loved Jacob, too.
"I can't believe I am asking this...", Kayla spoke slowly, muffled by her own paw as her eyes clenched. She swallowed hard enough to be heard over the com-badge.
"Where is this law office? How the evidence is secured?", she felt the need to know. It meant things she wasn't prepared to do, but the least she could do was ask and know what was going on. Her focus on the badge in her paw was great; a bit of wind rustling the leaves above, and the fur of her bushy tail. Cameron hesitated at answering, knowing well whom she was talking to.
"Jacob would have never allowed someone to suffer because of him.", she answered, adding a serious tone to her voice. She sounded so sure, and Kayla wasn't about to argue the point. Cameron expected her commander would have wished for her to say that, if he was not there.
"It's the only place. I need to at least know.", Kayla pleaded, trying to reason with Cameron to release what she knew. The fox placed the badge close to her heart, feeling desperate. She needed to hold something, getting colder from not moving as she leaned against the tree. Cameron tapped her fingers on the glass-like table aside from her quarter's window.
"This law firm was hand picked to be the prosecution in Jacob's trial. They hold the evidence and information, likely just to keep it out of Starfleet archives. It was said the help of an outside civilian group familiar with law was required to build an effective case against Jacob. That's not normal, but, it's why they were there. From the information I've been able to gather, they had a hand in Admiral Palmer's selection as arbiter in Jacob's trial, and presented the case elaborately enough to call it a conviction.", the woman explained first the finer detail, crossing her arms and staring down at North America as it came into view in the U.S.S Apollo's orbit path. There was Calleet, she thought, looking into a generalized spot below. There, her old friend suffered.
"The files are, I at least guess, being stored on a file server meant for remote access. They have to be important in some way to be classified, yet hidden away from the maximum security of our headquarters facility in Los Angeles. Even you can't get in there.", Cameron explained the technical points, adding her own bit of commentary. Kayla groaned.
"Rub it in.", she complained with a smirk. It did suck to be reminded.
"Difference is, upper ranking members of Starfleet can. I think that's why this law firm is being allowed to be a contractor like that, not because it's better than our system. I'd have to think the security would be the same for most law offices, considering the sensitive data they often contain. You're more familiar with the concept than I would be. The outfit is in the galactic-net registry for the Los Angeles area; Dembler Associates.", came the meat of the answer. Kayla nodded to the badge, not sure of what to do with the information. Hacking was too dangerous. At least she knew.
"I guess that's all I can do. I'll have to see how I can use all this information to help Jacob.", the fox spoke a bit more lightly from the weight of it all.
"Ignore the investigation photos and what video we had from the accident.", Cameron chimed back in suddenly. The fox didn't at all understand, giving a sound of bewilderment.
"You don't want to see them. It was bad enough dragging him across the hall to an emergency rejuvenator. Radiation can do a lot to flesh. Understand?", the Starfleet officer spoke firmly, as if giving a painful order. Kayla's body tensed up against the tree, biting her lip and going quiet. This woman saw that sweet man dying. The blood and imagery would horrify her for a time to come.
"Kayla?", the older woman on the other end tried, seeking to make a request. There was heart behind it.
"Yes?", Kayla asked; gentle and curious in her quiet, somber tone.
"Take care of Jacob.", she requested. It was a personal sort of favor. The Aspatrian personally accepted.
"I will. You'll hear from him soon.", the fox promised, speaking just above a whisper. It was hard. On the other end, Cameron held her hand open above her sparkling, clean golden badge. It shined in the glorious light of Earth. With a tap, both their badges chirped. The connection closed.
Kayla placed the side of her head against the tree, taking a breath and lowering the com-badge. That had been more emotional than she expected. Cameron was another Starfleet officer that didn't seem run-of-the-mill. Perhaps it was a trait those with Starfleet Medical shared. Prejudice from her past, she more expected Starfleet officers to be jaded, such as their adversaries hiding information. The fox's ears twitched. Now that she was starting to pay attention, her tail and ears were getting fairly cold, fur or no fur.
"Kayla.", spoke a stern, solid voice behind herself. Stumbling off of the tree, Kayla scrambled away from the sound of her voice, shoes snapping dry loose twigs broken free by the weather. Coming close to falling on her backside, she caught her footing to find herself face to face with her mother. Emily stood behind where Kayla had been beside the tree, staring on. It was a look of disbelief, and consequence; the fox holding the evidence of her crime right in her little paw. Kayla's chest and belly filled with terror. The wind chilled the empty park again, sitting in the middle of what was an intense silence.
Caught. Committing what was sure to be a crime. The kind that would worsen her life for many years to come.
"Get in the car.", Emily commanded, forcefully, but quieter. It was such a different tone, Kayla's ears didn't know what to make of it. Disappointment? Her eyes watered in fright, quickly moving as told. The young penitatas marched a difficult march, back onto the sidewalk and towards the car. It was in haste, with her mother right behind. To her chest, she held Jacob's badge. She had a promise to Jacob, and now Cameron, that she would make a difference. Now, she would likely fall under the worst discipline allowed in the justice system. As an adult in a tiny frame and mind, it was too easy to feel small under the weight of the world. One mistake could be your last.
Unlike the usual parental routine, Kayla climbed into the hover-car and strapped herself in on her own. Emily beside her still did not speak, smacking at the controls haphazardly instead of pressing them calmly. The display made Kayla cringe, watery eyes bringing forth a solitary sob. Her head turned to her mother bravely, jaw quivering to make the first move in speaking.
"How long were you there?", she asked with a shaky voice; meek. Emily didn't move, sitting arms crossed to watch the hover-car lift off the ground, engine whirring to reach cruising altitude. Not even a glance, much less a word. Though it was not the proper way to sit, Kayla pulled her legs up onto the seat; knees to her chest before she began to cry. Her muzzle sunk between her knees, curling up into a mess of despair.
She envisioned the inside of the Calleet Courthouse, being lead along in handcuffs. Stripped naked, searched, and placed in front of a penitatas court judge to lay down the maximum penalties of the law. Committing a crime was one thing, but doing it while already a penitatas was much more serious. It meant you were a criminal-minded individual, whom needed to be broken harder to reform. By the hand of that judge, she would receive a judicial paddling, which did not take into account age regulations. Everything below her tail would be beaten blistered, skin scraped and damaged. And that was only after she would be found guilty, and sentenced to a much longer term as a penitatas. Many years, not simply her two cycles.
Her friends would become completatas, grow up, and move on. All of that pain, and for nothing. Jacob was no better off. Near howling in the passenger seat of the hover-car, she trembled in fear and remorse, crying her little eyes out. Like the person she was trying to help, Kayla had lost everything, for the crimes of tampering with decommissioned Starfleet property, possessing illicit Starfleet property, and using it.
"Mom, how much did you hear?!", the fox cried out, lifting her head to show her tear filled eyes. She was desperate, unable to sit still under the crushing weight of what was to come. Again, silence. At least for a time. Kayla's head fell, crying more strongly with her ears folded flat.
"All of it.", Emily said with a firm, off tone. It sounded so abnormal, there was so little meaning behind it, other than the penitatas parent was feeling strongly over the matter. The fox's head lifted a little, only to settle back down and sob out her own sorrows. With that answered, it was safe to say her fate was sealed.
The younger of the pair was left to bemoan her woes the last portion of their brief ride in such a quick vehicle. No sooner than they left the cold park did they arrive on their cold street. The grey skies and ominous winter winds followed them where ever they went. Without being told, the terrified penitatas, worked her seatbelt with her shaking paws to bolt from the car straight into the front door. Sobbing the whole way, Kayla ran up the stairs into her room, closing the door. With the difficulty of panic in the way, it took time to remove her jacket, which ended up on the floor with a toss. She kicked her shoes off, thumping them against the baseboard of the wall.
Stress being too much, Kayla collapsed into her desk chair, burying her face in her paws. Her chest heaved from forceful bawling. There was a strong fixation on the things they would do to her, and the consequences of playing the sly fox again. Good intentions would not save her in court, sure to be paddled close to drawing blood.
‘I am so sorry Jacob!', she screamed throughout the fiber of her being. The failure would bring him more suffering, and add another person whom was hurt because of him. Minutes passed of her tears and self-pity, with no appearance of her mother. Contacting the authorities? Fetching the Calleet police to take her away? The fox's footpaws kicked back at the legs of her chair as a nervous reaction, making the Starfleet com-badge fall from her right jeans pocket to rest on the soft carpet with a gentle sound. Eyeing over her tear soaked arm, down to the carpet, it reminded her so strongly of how she let Jacob down. Her heart broke.
Across the room, her door opened again, sliding into the wall. Kayla closed her eyes upon hearing the slow approaching footsteps, hanging her head and trying to stifle her cries to listen to the horrors she earned.
Emily stepped to her daughter's side, opening the top drawer of her desk. The fox's eyes opened to teary slits, trying to see what her mother was doing in her depressive lethargy. In only a moment, Kayla's blank, defeated expression was met with a clatter against her desk. From the drawer, her mother had reached in and firmly placed her old container of blue data-chips beside her. The chips stood tall in their box, tops coated in a thin layer of dust from their disuse, having been barred from them by the Corrections Council. The Aspatrian's eyes opened a bit wider, not yet seeing it. Although, as Emily turned and began to step out without a word, Kayla had an epiphany as to what it meant.
Growling out a kind of panicked squeal, Kayla turned from the desk to grasp it's edge and her chair. Her eyes squinted, tilting her head down with a grave stare. They were red from her sobbing; wet and tired.
"You can't be serious...", she spoke coldly, sobbing forced from her voice to be replaced by a rasp. The shock brought on a dire demeanor.
Emily stopped walking, only two paces from the door. The mother looked wearily to one side, but turned around the other way, to meet her own steadfast look with her daughter's. Unsure of what to say, it remained a stare in that moment, speaking without words. Kayla's paws gripped the desk and chair, causing them to tremble. A sputter escaped back into her maw, muffled by her will.
"You can't ask that of me.", she lowered her head further to say with further potency, eyes gazing upwards. Her voice dropped, shaking as her paws did.
"I'm not asking anything of you. I'm giving you the means.", Emily said with a stiff voice, relenting her beliefs into her actions. It was not the easiest of decisions, but she had heard all that Jacob's subordinate, Cameron, had to offer. Someone had to be that poor man's angel. If Kayla had to do it by force with her own two paws, so be it. The fox, already a penitatas for almost two years, found it unimaginable that her own guardian would tell her such a thing. To break the law, again, and violate what it was she was trying not to be. It brought such divisive struggle inside of herself, crying aloud again in a sharp, teary growl.
"But!.. All you've seen, and heard! You're an accessory!", Kayla pressed. She was scared. Emily turned, facing the open doorway to take a deep breath. This was hard for her to do, as her daughter seemed to realize.
"Lory can sleep at night doing what she is, turning a blind eye on right and wrong. I can't.", the mother's voice fell once more into a serious kind of anger.
"If you can do it, it's the right thing to do. You have a better grasp on right and wrong now, and what is a constructive use of your ability. You're frightened - not feeling a rush. Maybe that's the key.", she said with light force, easing into a calming, encouraging tone. Ignoring the fact it had disrespect in it, Kayla scoffed.
"To be scared out of my wits?", she asked sarcastically, not getting what her mother meant. Emily crossed her arms, just taking it as it came.
"Hacking was your way of life. You were comfortable with it as most are about breathing air. I think you respect it now, seeing what good you're capable of, and the consequences that come from it's misuse. You're a little scared of it, as you should be.", she explained, providing her insight and parental guardianship as a young, maturing penitatas needed. Unable to look such a sad and confused Kayla in the face, she looked down at the floor, and hoped her words would help. This would be the cornerstone of the Aspatrian's rehabilitation to society - coming to terms with herself, and what it meant to do the right thing. With what she said out in the open, the mother took her leave, stepping from the room in it's tense silence.
Left to her trembles, Kayla turned back to her desk and thrust her forehead into her balled-up paws. Growling and crying, she had been left to her thoughts and to make a decision. For a strong, solid-to-the-letter penitatas parent such as her mother to place such trust in her, it had to have been earned in some way. After all she had done, she couldn't understand why. Memories of the roughest rulering to her paws came back, tingling her knuckles with ache. She was spanked and disciplined so harshly for her crimes as a hacker, even as recently as the past Christmas. Kidnappers even demonstrated her power as a weapon, and for it, she received the unjust wrath of her best friend. The skills she possessed brought her nothing but pain, regret, and loss.
"I'll never escape it!", Kayla howled to herself, the next sob being growl-like and canid, rumbling from her neck. The tears sapped her energy, tiring her over-stressed mind. Her hacking would never leave her, and she would never escape it's use. Packet-Storm had defined who she was. Again she was forced to rely on a power she was punished and arrested for. It continued to haunt her like a curse.
But, Jacob. This was about Jacob.
Her tears slowed, eyes looking back up to peer out the window to her left. Just as grey as she left it, with the Karrian out there somewhere. No hope, no love, and suffering. Lory could not have been kind to him. Helping him was without a doubt the right thing to do. But the means?
‘I think you respect it now.'
If only. She did know the good she had done during her time as a penitatas, but had a lot more experience with the consequences her mother had mentioned. There was a lot of time spent though, teaching Kayla what would be right and what would be wrong. Jacob being arrested and tried without a proper trial was wrong, and even if she had to break the law, Kayla was being told it was right. There was no other way, with Lory shutting down and Starfleet backing away. Still, she didn't wish to break the law, even if she wanted to do it and save the person she cared about most. There, at her desk, Kayla thought for quite some time.
A feeling bottled deep away, flowed forward. Her eyes opened slowly, dripping a fresh pair of quieter tears. It was a soothing feeling, full of confidence. Her mother's words suddenly made a lot more sense. Kayla did not wish to do wrong and break the law. That was the difference between her past life, and the present. Her ability felt less like a sin, and more like just a tool.
Through her sniffles, the fox was able to smile just a little. Emily took such good care of her. It was a blessing she had a mind of her own, and wasn't as steadfast towards one answer as Lory. There would be no penitatas court hearing today. Collecting Jacob's com-badge back up off the floor, she set it on the desk as she stepped out, blue data-chips in paw. She worked her way downstairs, meeting her mother by the family computer console with a mug of tea in her hand as she did this morning. The fox was clear of her tears, having wiped them clear long ago. Her mother had been a patient woman, sure Kayla would find her courage at some point. She looked herself, standing at the end of the stairs with her old chips.
"You sure you want to stay and see this?", Kayla asked, resuming her last steps to the computer console, passing around the desk.
"I'm in a bad way if you get caught as it is.", Emily chuckled awkwardly, turning her eyes away slightly as her girl sat down and thumbed through her blue chips. It was tough to see Kayla about to use her abilities, but she was using them for good. That's what mattered, and it was why she was a parent. After a few moments, her head turned more towards her daughter, leaning back against the wall beside the front door. Kayla had an aura of strength and confidence; something her old ways provided her. Working in front of a computer console made her focus, and place her mind at ease. It was nice to see again, though Emily wasn't sure if the privilege could be reinstated. That needed some sleeping on.
"This going to be easy for you?", she asked with a note of uneasy cumbrance. Wasn't the thing she normally would have imagined asking Kayla. The fox felt similarly, needing to stop what she was doing to answer.
"... Yes.", Kayla admitted with a bit of motion in her tail, looking down at the console's touch-keys.
"Please don't hold this against me. I don't want to be spanked the moment I finish. I don‘t want you to feel like I keep destroying your trust.", the fox asked forgiveness for, before even starting.
"This is proving to me all my trust was in the right place. You're going to help a lot of people someday.", Emily smiled with parental pride. Kayla absorbed it and had to smile as well, even if it was sheepish. But, turning back to the screen of the console, she returned to her focused state. Chip by chip she loaded bits of programs she had made since becoming a penitatas; the only ones at her disposal. She had not made any programs directly used for hacking, but together and modified, she still had an arsenal at her disposal. Those fun evenings with her mother at her side, the fox knew she worked too quickly and coded things too complex for Emily to understand what it was she was doing. Back then when she was six, she used such deceit casually. She had come a long ways, being a good person in her actions, and not only her personality.
Before even starting, it was such a sight to Emily. She was familiar with the fox's skill and speed, but had never seen the hacker portion that made her daughter so infamous. The focused, blank sort of look as Kayla worked and prepared had an air of coldness about it. It took so much to do what she did, and she used to do it with such lack of prejudice. The screen began becoming cluttered with so many screens and programs - some scrolling all sorts of information, and others sitting idle and ready to spring to life.
"I'm used to using more screens. I did start small like this though, so it'll be all right. Hungry, poor children don't start with hacking-grade machines.", Kayla said in conversation, eyes never leaving the screen. It sounded so cozy and casual. Jacob would have been hard pressed to find a better girlfriend. The scene left Emily just watching, caught up in the moment. With her preparation complete, the fox's speedy fingers tapped at their typical lightning speed, making her jumps and routing points. Her connection bounced and scattered across the entire Earth satellite network, making the security of other stations and facilities work for her. More than enough time to sever the chain of logs once she was done, in several locations. Just like being at home. Her old home, anyway.
"There's no being detected, or else anyone would know whom stole Starfleet's accident evidence. No one will ever know I was there.", she spoke aloud again as she worked. There was a certain pride in showing her loved one what she could do, when it was for a good cause. Her tapping stopped, ceasing the flurry of beeps the key-pads made. She glanced over at her mother once, just to say she was ready to begin.
In an explosion of speed and ferocity, Kayla bolted to work. Dembler Associates she found in the system registry of the galactic-net, picking up her attack location while under the cover of stealth for added security. With that information, she was at the proverbial front door of the law office's digital entrance. Numbers set almost as soon as she began, the hacking was underway. Utilizing spoofing programs and stealth utilities of her own creation, coupled with the agility of her own operating system running on the family's computer console, there was less need for forced entry. With masterful accuracy at data entry and interpretation, working faster than most could follow, she could treat computer systems as if she was their owner.
The once idle screens sprung to life, acting as Kayla had always known. Information flung at her at a computer's pace, spiraling down the windows with flashes and inaudible warnings. Her traffic and requests were disguised and masked, quietly compromising their intrusion countermeasures. Floods of erroneous commands and jamming traffic, while scanners and sniffers read into the direct operation of the system. There was so much to do at once, Emily could not follow. It was amazing. So much filled the screen, with all of it changing in a fraction of a second. In moments, the file storage server let her in on it's own foolish accord; now a puppet under the master's whim. Manipulated by fake instructions and retarded by non-aggressive flood attacks, Kayla made the system her own. With a simple computer and few tools to assist, it was all experience and skill. She could see every passing internal command and action by her adversary, which, in the end, despite incredible speed, operated on rules and it's own programming. With no mind of it's own, Kayla could hack such systems to do as she pleased. Honestly, law firm computers were child's play. Literally. She was fairly young when this became easy.
Her paws danced as the data moved. If the Dembler system moved, the fox countered. Each of it's attempts were nullified, being told something different in return. Jacob's case files located under a subdirectory titled ‘:APOLLO' began transferring, simply copying the information as it was directly scanned and read, without calling upon the other system's file transfer protocols. The data sleazed it's way out, just as the puppet master sleazed it's way in, as transient bits of noise.
By the time Kayla was done, the Dembler Associates' computer system didn't know what hit it. It never would, not knowing something did. It didn't even get to log the incident, as no countermeasures were permitted to fire. It was like putting the pin back in a grenade. It sat no different than it did before. Satellites and jump locations received similar treatment, breaking the chain with forced revisions to their use logs. It was like the job never existed.
Done, body flowing with a sense of calm after using all her energy, Kayla's paws slowed, and soon stopped. The screen had a few windows left, sitting with idle bits of information, which all disappeared with a single command. She pulled a fresh blue data-chip from the console, leaning back and holding it between her right middle and index finger.
"And that is why you punish me every Christmas.", the sly fox grinned, making a lighthearted joke. It sounded so confident, and tough, but still so young. To focus and work her tiny muscles in such a degree trashed them. It would take time to recover from exhaustion.
"With good reason.", Emily spoke ever so quietly, frozen by awe. It was intense and frightening to watch. A crime she couldn't follow or understand, and one where Kayla couldn't even be detected. Her Aspatrian daughter she loved so much had skill and knowledge she had only barely began to fathom. The infamy was well earned. It was no wonder Delta-Star fell at her paws. The paws she spanked, washed, and touched, as her mother. Small, orange furry things; capable of so much, even if they were as defenseless as any other's. They were still a little girl's. It was no wonder she dreaded the ruler to such a degree, almost as much as the bane of her disciplinary existence; the switch.
It was a time of quiet, but not tense and sterile as it had been over the course of the past day. Emily's empty tea mug hung limply from her fingers, and Kayla rested in the chair to catch her breath. Both had a light smile, and were at peace with each other.
"Are you going to be able to analyze what you took?", Emily asked in a casual manner, still taken back. Kayla lifted her head a little, making a more unconfident face for a moment.
"I'm not sure. Not being an engineer or familiar with Starfleet technology, I'm going to be running on the concepts I do know. It could take time.", the fox had to admit, moving the chip about between her fingers. Her heart was still pounding, with lethargy flowing about her body. Emily stepped to Kayla's side and patted her on the back, just to say ‘good job'.
"Take my datapad and head up to your room. Rest, and I'll bring you lunch.", Emily said as she returned to her parental direction, wanting her girl to relax and get some nourishment. Kayla was happy to oblige, taking the chip and her mother's pad she had once also been forbidden to touch back up stairs with her. She took her pants off and set her jacket back, not intending to leave it on the floor.
Soon she was on her back, thumbing through files and information. Her bed soothed her aching muscles and strained eyes, cradling her comfortably. Finally she had eaten, drank, and used the bathroom - things she had skipped all morning. It was growing late into the afternoon, and there was little to report in terms of news. There were many logs, but making sense of them was difficult. Every sensor and pertaining piece of data was stored on record, leaving the Aspatrian looking for the recorded information coming from the Apollo's power systems and the failed relay itself. All the while, she passed up video logs and investigation photographs as she had been told, but curiosity was sneaking up on her. Perhaps, just one.
Tapping one of the image files with the tip of her right index finger's claw, it opened up to reveal a vivid, morbid scene as she was assured. Across a charred plate on the side of the reactor in the middle of the room, it read ‘Radiology Lab One'. The only bits of the consoles that were still lit along the perimeter of the wall were smeared in blood. Along the floor, thick trails littered it as if someone had died. Closing her eyes with an apologetic whimper, she was duly reminded the sacrifice Jacob had made. Seeing his blood and bits of unrecognizable flesh scattered about, Kayla thought it wasn't her place to view such a thing. On the other hand, the fear and anxiety brought on by seeing the event she heard stories of made her want to see the recording of what transpired. Backing out of the image, she decided she would watch just a little, and see the older version of Jacob.
It began playing with absolute clarity, looking down over the radiation laboratory she had been told about. Seemed so normal, without anything appearing out of the ordinary. Making her flinch was the initial explosion, starting right after the video file began; loud with a bright flash, and a rush of super heated plasma from the ship power systems. Afterward, power and plasma continued to rush, not being suppressed or stopped by the ship computer systems. Young cadets from Starfleet Medical ran, waving for others to follow as they nearly tripped over one another. Soon after, like the rush of a hero, an older Karrian ran into view. Kayla couldn't smile, but Jacob was a handsome man she thought. Strong. But he was covering his muzzle and shielding himself from the heat, running to the back of the room at the computer console she saw covered in blood in the picture she saw. The radiation burned at his scale, dropping sparks off of anything metal. The fox cringed, jaw shaking before she clenched her eyes shut and smacked the datapad to turn off the video.
Such a sight left her breathing heavily. That was her Jacob. Working so hard to save his crew - his family. There was no mistaking the pain he was repressing, even in those early moments. Such prolonged exposure to the radiation very clearly explained Cameron's warning. They loved Jacob, and watching him die was not something they could stomach. The Starfleet human already had too many memories, seeing the end of the Karrian's tail seared off to the bone. Needing a moment to recompose herself, Kayla dropped the datapad at her side and covered her face. Someone was merciless in their cruelty towards what was a hero, that didn't even want to be called a hero.
But daylight began to fall, dimming the room and leaving Kayla to work by the light coming into her room from the doorway, and the datapad's screen. She had found useful records and logs, but interpreting them was a different story. She would watch the information from the power system in real-time, seeing a sudden surge of power at the moment of the explosion. She would focus on the milliseconds prior to the accident, seeing the state of the miscellaneous components. Having worked for hours, now sitting on the edge of her bed, her mind was only getting weaker.
"A power drop occurs across the primary power relay for the reactor for two seconds prior to the failure. The flow of plasma and electrical current fluctuates, changing it's frequency and field harmonics. Now what does that mean?", Kayla mumbles to herself in thought, replaying the data for the accident over and over. Each time she reads the state of each device and sensor, correlating all of them against each other. Not being an engineer, most of what she read was nonsense, but she was bright and not about to give up on Jacob. Especially after seeing what it was he had done.
On her screen, she played the power relay status image with sensor overlays, giving her a visual representation and a numerical one for each area. Power and plasma flowed in from many ports, being converted and sent to other areas in a crucial way that would be able to allow such a reactor to be used. It isolated the systems from the EPS and warp conduit, protecting the system from fault, and making it so if one area had an issue, it could not cascade to other areas. As large as it was, it was a vital component to all of deck twelve, having such a powerful reactor for research. It was what Kayla understood, eyes glimmering from the changing light of the datapad. Took a lot of study to get that far, and to put together a complete record of the accident as it occurred.
Kayla's right eye-lid twitched. Her maw opened a little, while her fingers replayed the file again. Then again, and again. Each time, she noticed something new, and much more significant. Tapping at the screen of the pad, she slowed down the playback of the power relay's information. Right before the explosion, many of the numbers shifted. Some shifted to negative numbers, and that part did not seem right. Using her visual representation of the inside of the relay, full of blue, flowing graphics, it did not look right either. There was a problem, and it was becoming glaringly obvious. The kind a real investigator would have noticed a lot faster than a novice.
Succumbing to an overwhelming feeling in her gut Kayla's fox ears began to tremble and slowly fall. She played the recording again and again, watching a particular quadrant in the relay. For a millisecond, the power junction fell out of spec, showing numbers it should not have been giving. Immediately after, and more obviously, there was a back-surge of plasma. Where it came into the relay, it tried to flow back in, as well as directly into the controlled power environment the relay was supposed to provide to deck twelve. Almost like a domino effect, there was a cascade like the unit was intended to prevent. Sudden, and with little cause. Then, on queue with the fault, the numbers garble right away, signifying the explosion that rocked the U.S.S Apollo. The more the analyzed the anomaly she found, the more intense her scowl and shock became. She understood. A ripple-like shockwave of explosive energy shot through the power system, crippling other systems and fail safes while what was once a relay became a flood of plasma and unregulated power flow.
"How could you..", Kayla growled roughly at the pad, watching the information once more. Right there in front of her, was the answer. She knew the cause of the failure, and it wasn't Jacob. It was far more heartless.
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The next morning, Jacob was taken from his home, summoned for a second hearing by the Secretary of Officer Affairs. Blank look of anger and distrust across his young green muzzle, Jacob obeyed with weary amounts of trust. He didn't know what Kayla had done, or that Emily had quietly delivered information to the Secretary's office - just that there was no evidence in his case. Mentioning him while Emily was listening on the vid-phone the other afternoon was key, forcing Starfleet's hand by bringing in a person that would be there for Jacob's benefit and make a re-trial whether individuals such as Admiral Palmer wanted him to have one or not.
The Karrian was as quiet and reserved as he normally was, being driven in a hover-car sent to his home from Starfleet; operated by tribunal court clerks. His mother Lory was not with him, headed to the court house separately. Jacob had to spend Saturday under the painful lash of her hand while his friends worked to rescue him. Violating her beliefs and her assurance that the discipline was done and over with, she decided to punish him for talking back to her. A long, arduous punishment. Listening to the hum of the hover-car's resonating engine, his tired eyes looked out the window, crouched over in his own thoughts.
"Do it. I don't care any more. You have your fun.", Jacob had spat, standing bare with his arms crossed in his room that day. There was nothing he could do to escape the pain, and the wrath of a confused, vile woman. Like a naked prisoner, he was spanked and disciplined like any penitatas that had committed a grave violation, experiencing what Kayla sought to save him from. While his body could not scar, it left an impression on his mind; a sadness he would have to work to remove. His mother certainly did do as she pleased, and Jacob cried as quietly as he could, desperately growling out shrill whimpers and whines. He had clutched his bed, holding on, and staying with his happy thoughts. Lory would not break him. Seven year old or not, he was a wise man, stiff in his ways and pride.
Despite his mental constitution, letting go of the fear and accepting the undeserved pain, it didn't remove the physical pain that tormented him. From the crease at the base of his tail straight down to his feet, he was caned. The crease flexed with his tail, making it a very severe place to lash. Then his rear, base of his rear, thighs, knee hollows, and calves. Straight down the backs of legs in a harsh punishment. It was slow, taking whip by whip from Lory's nursery cane. The soft seat of the hover-car was no reprieve at all, from something that cruel. He wouldn't even speak with the woman he once called ‘mom', avoiding her and enjoying his solitary groundation to his room. There, he could rub his legs to his content.
All of the intensely hurtful welts covered by his slacks, he hid the pain by remaining steadfast. The previous time in front of a Starfleet court-martial those days back, he fought for his rights. Proving his innocence was the only meaning to his existence, willing to accept such pain as that upon his legs to prove it. Even as Emily had him writing lines and spanking his claws, he refused to say he was guilty, even if it meant something more severe would come. Jacob never let go of who he was.
Lead into the court house through an area meant for the accused, Jacob was quiet and stoic. His eyes rarely moved and he made no complaint as he was searched, cooperating to the fullest. Alongside the poor memories of his brief time as a penitatas, these were other pressing thoughts on his mind. Primarily, why was he there. The small hallways and white walls of the holding area was a place he hoped he'd never see again. Placed in the same holding cell he was thrown in the first time, it was at least done quietly and calmly this time, with no handcuffs. Jacob walked in at his own accord, being assured the hearing would be started shortly before the door hissed closed with a locking clang.
By himself, Jacob shredded a portion of his tough facade to lower his head and bare his teeth while an intake of air. With a slow limp to the bunk protruding from the back wall of the tiny solitary room, he laid down on his side to rub the backs of his knees, seething through his teeth. Lory had spanked him in key, almost unorthodox places that made walking a chore. So long as no one knew the distraction plaguing him, he was happy to rub the thick red welts along his green scale until this was settled.
"Why am I here?", the Karrian grumbled to himself, looking over his hip to pull his slacks back over his ankles. He saw a hint of a welt across his lower right calf, covering it back up while his bare claws stretched over the somewhat hard bunk. Fear and lack of guidance made him reach down for his more adult yearnings, being shy about showing such things in public. There was no way he'd appear weak in this court house.
"Saying they have new evidence can be a good thing, or a bad thing.", he continued to speak to himself, just so he wasn't being tortured by the unloving silence of an empty room. Jacob would have given a lot to see Kayla again, or to be in the quiet dignity of his Starfleet uniform. A cadet's smile as they stepped past their commander felt more important than it used to. He wished he had been more vocal like Cameron had suggested, but it just wasn't his way. Life wasn't always so easy, and keeping to himself was a comforting thing. Friends like Cameron made it possible, and now he had Kayla. It wasn't too much to ask for his life back. Learning to loosen up, it was a good life.
Startled by a familiar clang only five minutes after being placed in the holding room to wait, Jacob removed his claws from the backs of his knees, sitting up as the door slid open. Without the overzealous roughness of Starfleet officers the previous time, the clerk at the door acted with only a hand gesture to say Jacob could step out. The reptile nodded his head, getting to his feet without scraping his secret cane welts. Like in de'ja'vou, he was lead down the hall through open double doors, and into a turbo lift. Claws behind his back like a dignified boy, the young Jacob was soon in the court house itself, walking into the room that injustice transpired.
Small, and white, it was the same room, but with the addition of a person. Jacob stepped behind the defense's table by the instruction of the Starfleet security officer beside the door. It was the same one from last time, so Jacob scowled at the older human as he stepped by. Claws on top of one another on the table, his toes flexed; the Karrian trying to stand as tall as possible in defiance.
It was time to fight again. Expression strong and stoic, he let go of his painful memories. Freedom and those he cared about would fuel his adult mind.
In the arbiter's seat sat the Secretary of Officer Affairs; a middle aged human. His face was not intimidating, looking more like a to-the-point office man. Likely quiet and reserved unless necessary, Jacob figured the Secretary was his kind of man. Beside him was Admiral Palmer, looking much less than pleased. Jacob locked stares to rattle the man's cage. There was an angry sort of nervous discomfort about the admiral.
Turning his head, Jacob fired an equally bitter look at the two prosecutors from last time - those law firm men. Once again they looked, but ignored. Jacob turned away and scoffed, showing his draconic teeth for a moment. To them, he did not seem to be a person.
"We are ready to begin this hearing. I'm re-opening this case on Commander Jacob Vasse's behalf in light of new evidence provided.", the Secretary spoke aloud, with his voice booming through such a small room. Jacob lowered his head, looking up through a pair of serious eyes. What did that mean, damn it? Rustling on the high desk with a few data pads, the man lifted one into his hand.
"My office received sensor records of the incident on the U.S.S Apollo in which Commander Vasse was accused of sabotage and attempted murder. We are obligated to review the new information under the law.", he explained and advised professionally, continuing to read from his datapad. Both the prosecution and defense were taken back. The two humans from the law group looked at one another, whispering heavy words, while Jacob sneered out of worry.
"New evidence?", Jacob asked aloud, sounding surprised and tense. One of the prosecutors tapped a finger against his table, addressing the Secretary right away.
"Where did these records come from? They are classified under Starfleet protocol.", the man sought an answer for. The note of irritation in his voice was not well hidden. It wasn't like the smooth talking Jacob heard the first time they found him guilty without a real trial.
"The source of the records are unknown, but they are legitimate. As for their classified status, documents pertaining to a man's guilt or innocence must be presented. As of current, the court record does not have substantial physical evidence. The burden of proof is your's prosecutor.", the Secretary of Officer Affairs replied, making firm gestures with his grey datapad. It made Jacob grin. The lie machine was receiving a taste of their own foolishness. Speaking to each other for only a moment, the two prosecutors pressed a motion immediately.
"The court cannot trust evidence from an unknown source. We move that it should be stricken from the docket.", they requested, not wanting to present evidence they didn't want to. Their response was prompt.
"Denied. Starfleet officers are allowed to submit information to my office in anonymity. If another branch came to a different conclusion or had different information, we must view it.", the Secretary spoke firmly, raising the tension in the room. Jacob was not part of that, able to see how uncomfortable Admiral Palmer and the prosecution had become. With a motion of his hand, the Secretary had an officer pass each man a datapad containing the evidence and data for the hearing. Jacob activated it as soon as it was placed in his claw, anxious to see what it was. Beginning to play a file called ‘Item One', the Karrian could see it was the power systems for deck twelve. An intricate, well displayed overlay of sensor data, coupled with the visual engineering display for the radiation reactor's power system. Blue flowing graphics were on the screen, but Jacob could still see the boxes and machinery beneath the security hatch in his mind. He could hear their particular hum, caused by the frequency of the warp core.
He stared at the file, allowing it to play and loop as it had been designed. Just like the person whom discovered the anomaly, Jacob gasped and turned it into a half silent growl. His muzzle curled, twitching with the tips of his reptilian teeth showing. This didn't look at all like sabotage. He was working through what it was he saw, taking into account the back-surge of plasma and sudden out of spec violations by the entire power junction.
"What the secretary has provided is a representation of the power relay system on the Apollo's twelfth deck. Prosecution, can you explain Jacob Vasse's involvement with this apparent problem?", Admiral Palmer finally spoke, acting as arbiter once more even if he was not in charge. The voice was similar, but weaker. Jacob barely listened, working on analyzing the information in front of him. Something did not look right. This cascade, all the sudden...
"I see.", the first of the law men spoke, holding the grey pad in one hand. The second cleared his throat, keeping the visual record close to his face as he began to speak. Jacob did not like it when they spoke. It sent a shiver down the top of his tail, as he watched the men with worry. It was their sham of lies that took away everything he held dear to him.
"We found Jacob Vasse guilty of sabotage. His DNA was on the access panel above this power junction, opened and operated by his command codes. There were no problems with this system, which you can see until the moment of the accident.", he spoke with confidence and clarity. For that, he did not have to lie. That was indeed what the sensor record showed, to an extent.
"So it is your position to move that the evidence is current with the judgment previously-...", the old arbiter spoke again, plainly, looking to end this quickly. He was interrupted by a sharp, much louder sound of Jacob's two claws slamming his desk. The datapad clapped limply down upon it, as his arms trembled in anger. Kayla asked in her head just as Jacob did - how could they?
"That's not entirely true! Frames one zero six, through one zero thirteen!", the young man shouted accusingly, throwing his tail to one side in a harsh lash. It stung the welt at it's base, but only served to keep him going. Taking his hard stance, Admiral Palmer stood from his chair.
"I will not have further interruption mister Vasse!", the man shouted, insisting on Jacob's silence. The Karrian swung his tail again, and an arm, growling aloud from the depths of his throat to show how quickly he was going to obey that.
This was over!
"The sensor data right before the accident shows a back-flow of plasma! It surged the wrong direction, and the relay cascaded out of all it's operating ranges! Look at the field resonance, it doesn't match the warp core's harmonics anymore! It blew itself to pieces and pulsed it's backwards frequency out to the rest of the deck - the opposite of what it should do in any circumstance!", Jacob worked to shout over Admiral Palmer, using the maximum extend of his furious body language; ending his explanation with another punch of his claw to the defense' desk.
The prosecution grit their teeth, flipping frame by frame to where Jacob specified in order to come up with a quick explanation and fabrication. The Secretary followed with confusion, and Admiral Palmer turned red from irritation. His trial was being turned around. He was losing control.
"I will hold you in contempt, Vasse! Wait until the prosecution has proved their-...!", the shaky arbiter continued to shout, which ended abruptly a lot louder than it needed to be. Jacob had stopped yelling, standing with a strong expression. Turning back to the prosecution, he was able to see the two men looked like a deer in the headlights. Flushed, and choked back. The arbiter sank into his seat, clenching his hands at the helpless look he was given. A small boy fooled him, letting him walk right into it. The prosecution didn't know what to say, staring on as if trying to come up with something, anything.
"I can answer for them. My deck's power relay failed!", Jacob began with a confident grin, changing it into a heavy shout. His head dipped down, smacking his desk with an open claw. Jacob shot his claw right back into the air, pointing right at Admiral Palmer. The tip of his claw straight between the stubborn man's eyes. The Karrian's teeth bared in that last moment, snapping his head to meet his finger.
"It's a design flaw!", he yelled, full of emphasis, rage, and spirit. There was no sabotage, not even a mistake by his crew. The unit was a silent death trap that dropped out of spec on a whim, leading to a catastrophic event with the amount of plasma and raw power it funneled from the warp core.
Silence fell upon the room. The prosecution could not understand how such a piece of evidence escaped them, thinking they had the only copies. The Secretary remained glued to his datapad with a look of shock.
As he breathed to calm down, something new impeded his mind. A motive. Jacob's fingers jerked in a tremble as they balled into fists, closing his eyes and wishing such a thing was not true. He was made a penitatas for nothing. This was not an accident, or else there would not have been such work to ensure he could not be re-tried like this. It was a great sadness and terror, thinking of the organization he dedicated nearly two hundred years to doing such a horrible thing. Starfleet was losing it's way.
Growling in a shaky way, piercing Admiral Palmer with his look, Jacob shot his claw out again. This time, to point and accuse.
"You!", the Karrian snapped, voice trembling in anger. He struck his desk again, sliding on his feet to bolt around his desk. The Starfleet officer behind him next to the door clasped him behind the neck and shoved him down onto the table with a clatter. All the while, Jacob's fully bare teeth threatened the man before him.
"I get what this is about! That relay!", he shouted as he was pinned to the desk. Arbiter admiral Palmer rose to his feet again, knocking his chair over backwards.
"This court finds in favor of Jacob Vasse.", the older man tried to speak over the younger Karrian below, voice uncertain and hasty. Despite the victory, Jacob seethed. His eyes stung, wanting to water even in front of all these people. The struggling his legs and tail did meant nothing to the larger human restraining him, whom hit Jacob's gut against the edge of the table in his restraint. It made the reptile wince and cough, screaming aloud his words.
"The relay! It's on nearly every Starfleet vessel in commission! You didn't want anyone to know there was a fatal flaw on all our ships!", he dammed, scraping his claws against the synthetic wood surface of the defense desk. Admiral Palmer turned away, speaking quieter despite the cutthroat tension of the court room Jacob took over.
"This is to be stricken from Commander Vasse's record. Make him an innocentatas. Dismissed.", he spoke quickly and defeatedly. As if in a hurry, being watched by the Secretary, the man made his way out the rear door of the court room; Jacob growling and shouting all the way.
"You bastard! I'm not a pawn!", the young recovered hero howled, eyes watering from the intensity of how he felt. He lost so much, all for nothing. Just so there wouldn't be a mass repair of Starfleet ships, appearing weak to other worlds. He would have been a penitatas for ninety years for a design flaw. The Secretary of Officer Affairs stood from his chair, hands on the arbiter's podium. His expression was excessively cross.
"Everyone but Commander Vasse, get out!", he ordered, to the displeasure of the prosecution. The trial ended so abruptly, once Jacob discovered the truth. They thought they hid it so well. The officers and the two law men left through the main door of the little room, leaving Jacob and the Secretary alone.
Jacob fell to his claws and knees, half under the defense' table. There were finger marks on the back of his neck, from how he needed to be restrained. Upset, yet grateful tears wet his eyes. In the empty calm of the room, he was free. It was over.
He won.
Stepping down from the back of the arbiter's seat, the Secretary was slow and quiet about approaching Jacob. This was a Starfleet officer, recovering from the blow of his lifetime. An honorable man, given the most dishonorable of punishments. The middle-aged human stood beside Jacob, looking down at his back.
"There is a saying, from long ago. A penitatas owes a debt to society, but society owes a debt to an innocentatas.", he spoke lightly. It was hard to speak to what remained of a man that saved so many lives. Jacob lifted his head once he had wiped his eyes, turning his gaze to see the cellular re-scanner in his hand.
"I don't want anyone to owe me a debt. I want to live my life in peace. I'm tired of being treated differently, one extreme or the other.", Jacob answered, low and tired. He breathed between words, as his tight chest let some air in. The Secretary wasn't sure of what to say.
"You'd be one of the only innocentatas on earth, Jacob. There is no shame in it.", the man tried to add, receiving only a shake of Jacob's head as he stood up. The Karrian placed his claws on the table, looking up with a firm look to ensure he was serious. His silver, filled in ‘P's taunted him for the final time.
"I don't want to be reminded of this. I'd like to be re-designated back to my medicalos status. My crew and the Apollo was not a fabrication. This trial was. I should wear the designation that reflects something that was real.", he spoke firm, and true. Vindicated. The Secretary of Officer Affairs was not about to refuse such a request, from a Starfleet hero. With the cellular re-scanner, the mark of penance was erased from the backs of his claws, and replaced with his silver ‘M's. He was officially a free man once more.
"I'm back.", he whispered to himself with a light smile.
His papers personally re-filed as a medicalos, despite the court's decision for him to be an innocentatas, he left the court room on his own accord. With fewer things on his mind, his legs began to hurt worse. Repeated spankings to the welts were fought by Jacob being distracted. Now that comfort was returning to his mind, his smile had weight on it. He'd have to spend time with his medical tricorder again to fix what his mother had done.
"Speak of the devil...", Jacob huffed to himself, seeing his mother round the corner down the fancy hallway. Lory had a smile, seeming so oblivious. The lack of empathy made Jacob turn his head, lowering it away from his parent in shame.
"Jacob! It wasn't true. I knew it!", came a very familiar, loving voice as Lory knelt down at his side, wrapping her arms around him as if to hug. Jacob huffed, shoving himself off and breaking free of her arms. The look on his face was heavy. A sneer if there ever was one.
"How can you say that after what you've done?". the Karrian snapped at her, pulling his right pant-leg up enough to show the harsh lashes upon his tender, meaty lower calf. They hurt terribly, even now, a day later. Lory's expression tried to stay cheerful, but it gained a sort of masked embarrassment.
"I was just doing my job. It's okay now honey, it's over. I know you're innocent.", the ebony haired woman tried to reassure, reaching out to stroke the side of Jacob's muzzle. The Karrian again stepped away.
"A person who knew I was innocent would have fought to protect me. All you wanted to do was hate me, because you were afraid of being wrong!", Jacob growled at her again, taking a step back forward to be stern. Lory had to choke back her urges to be harsh, having been able to do that the past few days.
"It's not nice to talk about your parent like that. You know I love you. Don't you forgive me?", she asked, seeking to touch the boy's heart strings by speaking so softly. Jacob closed his eyes and sighed gruffly.
"Now that you know you're wrong, and did wrong, you just want to pretend it never happened. You want everything to be the way it was, without you having to share consequence.", Jacob scowled. Lory's upset nature broke her ability to remain as calm, looking straight into Jacob's face.
"I did what was right for the time. I broke no rules or laws.", Lory said firmly, smacking the back of one hand into the other to make emphasis. Jacob lowered his head, shaking it. Her point was as dull as the refresher courses back at Starfleet Medical.
"There is no such thing as ‘right for the time'. You are either right, or wrong. You were wrong, whether you broke no rules or laws. Don't you get it?", Jacob spoke much more calmly, knowing now he was speaking to a brick wall. He loved his mom so much. Why did she have to do this to him, and taint it all.
"What do you want me to say? Starfleet is terrible? Crooks and criminals? I don't know how to be one hundred percent loyal to you, at well as my obligations as a wife. I'm sorry Jacob. I lost it, I was stupid, and I'm sorry. I'm a penitatas parent first and foremost, and I didn't know what to think, so I just did my duty.", Lory broke down, trying to explain and sort of beg without getting too upset. Her Jacob was innocent, and she punished him to such a degree in a brief period. She took a moment to breathe, covering her forehead with her right hand. It was hard to remind her old medicalos child she was the same person, when she had showed him her other side.
"Look. Before I cry, let me say this. I'll make it up to you. If you want to be given a new parent, I'll help you get one. Give me one more chance though? It won't happen again.", she said once she removed her hand, being honestly gentle. Lory looked sad, and lost. Jacob growled idly to himself, eyes on the ground. That was a tough thing to ask of him.
What part of Lory was the ‘real' part? Her love, as well as her scorn, both felt real. As the human looked on, she noticed a hint of shine beneath Jacob's eyes. Instinctively, she reached out and pulled Jacob into a light hug, holding him to her chest. His head rested on her shoulder. It was a feeling he wanted and needed for so long. A rejuve needs a parent.
No, he didn't forgive her. Not yet. But Lory knew that. Second chance? Maybe.
"I can sleep on it miss Lory. Let's see how it goes.", he spoke over her shoulder, light and tired in the quiet of the back hallway of the court house. This time, his arms squeezed her back, burying his muzzle against her.
"Don't abandon me like that again...", he whispered, sadly. It cut Lory, whom choked back a sob. She believed in a respectful child. Jacob by far was that, when he wasn't forced to stand up for what we right. She was a fool.
"I learned my lesson.", she assured, just as quiet. Even as she swatted and punished, she still had her son at her side, and did not wish to lose him. Those were a good three months. They held one another for another several restful moments, before standing, and leaving. Not claw in hand; she left Jacob to his own accord on that. But, back in the car, she buckled him in to be helpful, and took off for home as the morning sun shined off the polymer glass of the hover-car.
"I'll fix up your room back to how it was. You can live your life of quiet peace as you wish, and I'll guide you as best I can. I'll even get Kayla over to spend the night. First, I‘ll rub nano-lotion from your tail to your calves.", Lory promised, sounding happy to have Jacob back. Jacob had his life, and his parent back. Normality was returning. He smiled at the world below, no longer in fear of what they thought of him. There was no pain to fear, or injustice. The spirit that was crushed and quelled would come back, happy and vibrant as he had time to heal, and see if Lory still had it in her. He hoped he could forgive sometime, or he'd never truly get over what occurred, even if he was already trying to forget it. In the end, Lory wanted the same thing he did; to move on. The horrors ended as quickly as they began.
Soon he would be able to see Kayla, and show her his silver ‘M's. The two rejuves, penitatas and medicalos, would be alone. Finally he could rest, and hold her the way he wished. He'd even learn the role she played in saving his freedom.
Innocence was bliss.
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The Cost of Life pt. 1 - Loyalty by Victor Dachs
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Jake rolled over in the bed to find that his wife's side was empty. She always did wake up earlier than him. He never understood how she could be active that early in the morning. He never did enjoy the mornings, and was especially rueful to wake up this day, as it would be the end of his leave, and
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"Brothers",
"Capture",
"Death",
"Female",
"Gay",
"Love",
"Male",
"Panther",
"Sci-Fi",
"Straight",
"Tiger",
"War",
"fighter pilot",
"husband"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249693-the-cost-of-life-pt-1-loyalty
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Jake rolled over in the bed to find that his wife's side was empty. She always did wake up earlier than him. He never understood how she could be active that early in the morning. He never did enjoy the mornings, and was especially rueful to wake up this day, as it would be the end of his leave, and his time with his family. Yawning, he kicked his feet over to the side and pushed himself out of the bed. Every part of him wanted to go back to the warm blankets and sleep more, but he wanted to get the most out of his last day home. Scuffing his footpaws on the floor, he slowly made his way to the kitchen, from which the inviting smells of breakfast that he didn't notice before emanated. When he finally reached the doorway to the kitchen, he saw his tigress in front of the stove.
"Morning Callie," He had to stifle a yawn to say anything, making the bed seem that much more enticing.
"Hey there, honey. Get good sleep?" She smiled up at him with the smile that he fell in love with. He had always said that she could probably get anything with that smile, but of course, she either never believed him, or was too modest to admit it.
"Eh, about as good as possible. Is Sasha up yet?"
"No, I haven't woken her yet. You know how she gets when she wakes up and breakfast isn't instantly on the table," She chuckled, turning her attentions back to the sizzling bacon on the stove. "Actually I'm about done here, so you can go wake her if you want."
"Alright, babe," He walked slowly up to Callie, putting an arm around her waist, and pulled her into a deep kiss. "Smells really good by the way."
Callie chuckled, "Me or the food?"
"Hmm. Both." Jake smiled at her, then started the slow shuffling down the hallway to their daughter's room, yawning almost the whole way there. He paused at her door, admiring the crayon coloring taped to it. She had drawn it the night before. It showed her rendition of them: three stick figures holding hands, with the stripes on each of them almost so dominant that they didn't even look like tigers much, even badly drawn ones. He had to smile. Despite the lack of artistic talent that it seemed to blare, to him it was one of the most beautiful works of art. Just by looking at it, he could see the innocence in the hand that drew it. Every passing day he thought about that. About the war, and about his daughter. She knew that he was a fighter pilot, but she didn't have a care in the world about the civil war that tore the federation in two, and promised to end many lives. She didn't even know the real meaning of war. She was uncorrupted by the world. It made him wish he could keep her that way. It seemed these days that joy was nigh unattainable. Yet he saw it every day in his daughter. Even when he would leave, she would still carry it, because she knew he was coming home, even if he didn't know himself. He shook his head slightly to interrupt his train of thought. He always did that when he was about to leave, would take everything and think about it. About how much would change, how much would stay the same. He always tried to take everything out of life, it made the prospect of dying a little less cumbersome. He slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to look upon the face of his daughter, peacefully sleeping. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and with his paw, stroked her hair lightly. Feeling the touch, Sasha rolled over and blinked her eyes. She looked into his eyes and stretched out, yawning.
"Do you have to leave today, daddy?" She asked with that perfectly innocent and beautiful voice she had.
"Yes, sweetheart. They need me back on my base." He said softly, smiling. "Come on, mommy's got breakfast made."
\* \* \* \*
Jeremy poured the black coffee into the travel mug he had brought out. Mornings were always such a chore for him. Taking the mug, he went over to the table where his mate sat, reading the newspaper. Kissing the panther lightly on top of the head, he took the chair next to him, sipping lightly at the hot liquid in the mug.
"Morning hon." Jeremy greeted. Chris folded the newspaper he was reading, and set it on the table. He reached his arm around the tiger's shoulders and pulled him over onto his bare chest, kissing him on the forehead.
"Mornin. You going to see your brother?" The panther rumbled, holding his mate close.
"Yeah. Today's his last day on leave. Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"I can't, hon. Too much work." Chris complained.
"Bullshit. It's Sunday," Jeremy put his hand on the big panther's chest, and pushed himself up to look him in the eyes. "We've been together five years now. You've never gone to meet them despite all their invitations. Jake doesn't get leave much these days, and you're blowing the chance to *finally* meet my family."
Chris let out a deep sigh, and lowered his head in what seemed to be shame. "It's... Well... I know who they are, and I know they're not my biggest fans. That brother of yours, especially. I know how much you care about your family, and I don't want to be the thorn in that side."
"That's because they only know you as General Brightman, the unforgiving, hard, demanding commander of troops; not as Chris, the loving, caring, gentle love of my life." Jeremy laid his head back down on the panther's chest, nuzzling slightly.
"If you don't remember, I was there at the Medal of Honor ceremony for your brother. I shook his hand and he did nothing but stare at me coldly. There was no 'brother-in-law' sentiment behind those eyes."
"Yeah, because the whole reason he got that medal was because of the mission you planned that ended up killing half his team." Chris abruptly turned away, but Jeremy put his hand on the panther's shoulder, "Of course he was mad at you. But, Chris, that was three years ago. It's in the past. Sure, he may have disagreed with other things you've done too, but he's disagreed with me many a time over decisions I've had to make as Lieutenant General. I'm pretty sure that I'm not his favorite either, and I'm his older brother." He gave his mate a slight squeeze on the shoulder as the panther turned to face him once more.
"It may be in the past for him, but for me... It was the biggest mistake I had ever made in my years of service. I sent over two thousand troops to their deaths in one fell swoop. And for what? Nothing. A lousy piece of shit intel that gave me a hunch. I can hardly hear his name without thinking about what I did to him."
"It still haunts you," Jeremy could see the pain behind his mate's eyes. " Sometimes it's a wonder how you give off such a commanding presence at work, when here... You know you can talk to me. I know how stoic you can get sometimes, but it's better to let it out. I care for you. I *love* you." Jeremy pulled the panther close to him and gave him a deep kiss. The panther returned the kiss emphatically, putting both arms around him and pulling them closer together, pressing his mouth harder. Sometimes Jeremy forgot how much Chris needed him. He had always been an image of strength to the troops, but ever since he got promoted to Commander of Troops, his emotions became a wreck. To everyone else he was seen as an asshole, putting it lightly. Jeremy knew better.
"I love you too, Jeremy," Chris said once their kiss broke. "More than anything. I want to make you happy, but I don't want to get between you and your brother." Jeremy nodded reluctantly and went back to his coffee, keeping an eye on his mate, who seemed to be having a bit of trouble revisiting that memory. He may not have been there, but he made the decision.
*Sometimes*, Jeremy thought, *that can be worse.*
\* \* \* \*
Jeremy opened the door to his brother's house, peeking his head in. "Knock knock!" He said, pushing the door open the rest of the way.
"Uncle Jeremy!" An excited voice said, followed by the soft footsteps of his niece, running toward him. Jeremy picked her up in his arms, and gave her a hug.
"Hey Sasha. How's my favorite niece?"
"I'm fiiine," She said, blushing under her fur and smiling at him. He noticed one of her teeth was missing.
"Oh, did you lose your first baby tooth?" He asked her with an excited tone in his voice.
"Yep! I'm not a baby anymore!"
Jeremy chuckled, "You have to lose them all before you're not a baby," He teased, "but I guess you're on your way. I'm going to have to find another name to call you instead of baby girl, huh?" Sasha giggled in his arms. "Did you get a visit by the tooth fairy?"
"Of course she did." Jeremy looked up to see his sister-in-law standing in the doorway ahead of them, smiling at the conversation he was having.
"Hey Callie," Jeremy put Sasha down and walked over to Callie, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How have you been?"
"Can't complain. Sasha's always glad to see you. You should come visit more often."
"Hah, I would if I could. Being second in command of the military and being married to the first in command is a lot of work, you know."
Callie chuckled at the remark. "I'm sure you could find the time. She always misses her father when he's gone, and it'd be nice to have you as a male figure for her at those times."
"Yeah, I don't know how great of a role model I'd be, especially trying to fill Jakes shoes. Speaking of Jake, is he around?"
"Oh I'm sure you'd be a good second-place. He's in the shower, should be out soon." She smiled at him. "Chris still being Chris?"
Jeremy sighed, "Yeah. He still thinks he'd be persecuted to no end by you two. Sometimes I think the guy's slowly shutting himself in to keep his leadership image, as much as I love him. He'll only go out with the people that approve of him, which seem to only be the ones directly under him. Well, and me of course." He snickered.
"One of these days you should drag him over here without his knowing. Sasha's been asking about her other uncle recently, and sadly I don't have anything to really say about the man. He's so distant to us."
"Well he's not very used to family. If you remember, he lost most all of his during the uprising, and the rest are with the rebels. I don't know if he even knows how to be in a family anymore."
"He can't be that out of touch with it. I don't think you're the one that'd stay with someone that's distant to you."
Jeremy nodded, "He's not distant with me at all, but it's almost like he doesn't want anyone else to be in his life right now. He's really hard to read sometimes, and I really don't know what all of this is about on his side. Maybe one day I can figure it out."
"Hey Jeremy," He heard his brother say from the other hallway, he scuffled in wearing a loose shirt and shorts, his fur still damp from the shower, holding a towel.
"Hey bro," Jeremy said, giving his brother a hug. "So excited to see me you couldn't dry off first?" He chuckled.
"Hah. No, just wanted to make you smell like wet fur, is all."
"Well thanks." They both laughed.
"So did General Brightman have something more important to do on a Sunday than visit his brother-in-law."
"Christ, you two are both so touchy about that, aren't you?" Jake only shrugged and laughed in reply. "Anyway, mind if I chat with you a bit, Jake?"
"Sure," Jake replied, "excuse us hon, but apparently what Jeremy has to say is too top secret for military intelligence."
Callie laughed, "Oh Jake, you know if it's anything big, I'll hear about it on duty tomorrow. Go have your little chat, I'll make up some coffee. Want some Jeremy?"
"Ah, no thanks. I brought my own." Jeremy smiled back at Callie, then followed Jake to the bedroom, where they could talk. "Jake, I just wanted to talk to you some. It seems you're going to be getting in a lot thicker than you're used to."
Jake's face grew more serious, "How thick?"
"Well it's not much of a secret anymore that the rebels are up to something new. What people don't know is that they're changing their tactics. They've taken the Silas moon system already."
"Wait. How did they manage that? And why hasn't everyone heard about it?"
"No one heard about it because the federation doesn't want people to hear about it. And they did it with a more organized force than they've ever launched at us. Black ops intel suggests that they've been training a new force for years. Not only that, there are rumors of these fighters being manipulated genetically. This is why we don't want people to know. Not even Headquarters intelligence."
"If this is so secret, why the hell are you telling me?"
"Because soon it will be released. Maybe not to the public, but reports are probably going to start trickling down the ranks soon. Also... Well, Chris is thinking about sending your unit, so I thought you should know."
Jake looked at the floor, "Thinking? Or practically already sent."
Jeremy knew better than to sugar coat with his brother. The two had been close most of their lives. He let out a small sigh, and sadness started to sneak out in his voice. "Practically sent."
"I knew it. He never stops with us. I don't see how you can be with someone like that."
"Hey, Your unit is the best group of fighter pilots we have, yourself included. I can't blame Chris for choosing you for that reason. And you don't know him like I do. The main reason he doesn't ever want to come with me here is because he doesn't think he can face you for what he'd done to you on Kaldraga. He's a caring man, Jake. You just can't see it while he's playing General."
"Well excuse me if I don't jump for joy about his caring." Jake replied, almost snarling.
"Jake, please don't talk about Chris like that. I'm not asking you to love him, but please, I do love him, and he loves me. I don't want your distrust of him clouding our relationship as family."
Jake sighed, "I'm sorry, I just can't see him in that light like you can. Maybe if he'd visit, I could know what he's like normally, but I guess he's too much of a chicken shit to face his past."
"Jake." Jeremy replied loudly, "I asked you to *please* stop saying shit like that about him. I'm not going to sit here and have my husband ridiculed in front of me by my own brother. Now," he tried to calm his voice down, "if that's all you have to say about the matter, we can go in and join Callie. I just wanted to warn you of what was coming to you. You're not going to have much time to prepare once the decision is finalized."
"Yeah, I guess I'm done. And thanks, Jer."
Jeremy stood up and hugged Jake tight, "I love you Jake. I don't want to lose any more family over this war, so be careful."
Jake returned the hug, "I love you too bro. I'll be as careful as I can. You visit Callie more while I'm gone. It's hard on her when she knows I'm going into something more dangerous. And if she does find out about this, she might have a heart attack without someone here."
"I will, Jake. I promise."
\* \* \* \*
Chris turned from his computer at the sound of the apartment door opening. Jeremy walked through the door and set his keys on the nightstand. He walked over to the living room couch and seemed to almost fall into it, never saying a word to his mate.
"Jake leave already?"
"Yeah." Chris could tell that Jeremy was distraught over something, and he thought he knew what it was.
"You told him, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"And Callie?"
"No, she'll find out later. She probably wouldn't let him leave if she knew now."
Chris moved over to the couch and sat next to his mate, pulling him down to his chest in a soft embrace. He nuzzled his mate to try to comfort him, "What did he say about it?"
Jeremy paused a few moments, and Chris could already tell where it was going, "Well he insulted you for a good spell, then once I finally got him to stop he really didn't have anything else to say about it."
"I figured. I told you that he's still holding on to his distaste of me."
"It's not even that, Chris. They just don't know you like I do, and they want to. They keep dwelling on the fact that you've never come to meet them, that's their main problem with you."
Chris felt a sharp pain of guilt when he heard Jeremy say that. He had always avoided them due to his mistakes in the past, and now he was making it even worse, "I'm sorry, hon. It's like there's nothing I can do. If I don't go over there, they resent me for being cold to them, and if I do, they'll resent me for being the asshole I am."
Jeremy slammed the side of his fist into Chris' chest, who grunted with the shock and pain. He might have been stronger than the tiger in his arms, but that tiger could still pack a mean punch. "You're not an asshole. You've never been an asshole to me."
"Yeah, but I've been an asshole to your brother, at least that's how he sees it. I don't have the capacity to be an asshole to you, I love you too much, but send your best unit on too many dangerous missions and you're an asshole. Maybe I should just retire, there's too much 'please the people' politics nowadays. Even in the damn military."
"I don't think you made the wrong choice this time. They are the best unit we have, and this is going to be a hard mission, we need the best. As far as retiring, forget it. You're one of the best leaders in the military, at least one of the highest rated. Plus, you've been in so long, I doubt you could make it as a civilian," Jeremy leaned up for a deep kiss, "Keep doing what you're good at. You can't please everyone, but you could help us win this damn war."
"I'm not sure if I know how."
"You'll figure it out, I'm sure."
"You're way too optimistic for me sometimes, you know that?" Chris hugged his mate closer, rubbing his back slowly.
"Well one of us has to be. You're too pessimistic for me sometimes, too. We balance each other out," Jeremy smiled up at his mate, then rested his head back on the big panther's chest.
\* \* \* \*
"Welcome back, sir," Lieutenant Gardener said to Jake, popping a salute. Jake returned the salute to the vixen before taking the documents that she was holding.
"Thank you Tracy," Jake read over the orders that were passed to his unit, they were exactly what he expected to find. "We've got some work to do. Get all the pilots and copilots in the briefing room."
"Roger that sir." She smiled. Jake watched as the wolf sped away to muster everyone for the brief. It was going to be a long day, he could feel it. He had only been back on duty for three hours, and already had been visited by just about everyone in his immediate command. It sucked being well known around here sometimes, everyone wanted to put in their own salutations. He walked over to the briefing room, where he knew everyone would already be. He led some of the best pilots to ever fly, and they knew it, always ready for a mission. Entering the doorway, he was greeted with numerous 'Good morning, sir's, and 'Welcome back's. He took his spot behind the lone podium.
"Good morning, everyone. As you can tell I'm back, and it seems I'm right on time. We have a new mission. The information I'm passing to you is top secret, so you all know what that means. Earlier this month, the Silas moon system was taken by the rebels," Jake saw all the eyes in the room widen in shock, "The moons have become somewhat of a forward operating base for the rebels. According to the intel I had received, they're boasting a much more lethal force than we've seen before. They have two Battlecarrier class ships, which each carry sixty fighters. These are the older X-88 fighter models, with no stealth, so the command believes we can take them easier with our XM-25 fighters. There is one large difference. Black ops intel is telling us that the pilots are genetically enhanced," Jake paused as excited murmurs crawled around the room. Genetic enhancement had been illegal for use on sentient beings for about a century in the Federation, but it seemed the rebels decided to create a new war machine with them. "The efficiency of these pilots have yet to be seen, but their responses will most likely be instant, like we're fighting extremely intelligent machines. This is why we were chosen. We are the best pilots in the Federation, we should be able to match the skill of these genetically altered ones. The intel we have right now is very fuzzy on what they have as far as a base on the moons, but our task is to raze everything. We'll be taking with us one AE-22 bomber to help us with that task. Fifty fighters and one bomber in our hands should be adequate for this task. Moonside defenses will probably be fairly sparce and weak. The Battlecarriers are equipped with SS-550s, which won't do much damage to our shields. It should be an easy run for us. We move at 1300 sharp. Hyperdrive will be activated at 1315. You know the drill."
Once Jake had finished, everyone scrambled out of their seats to change into their flight suits and go to their fighters. Jake lingered on, knowing that his would already be prepped for him. Gardener, his copilot, always prepped it before he could get there. He knew she was interested in him, but she never really advanced upon him. He guessed that since he was married, she would content herself with doing everything she could for him. She quickly became one of his best friends in the unit, but of course, that always happened with pilots and copilots.
After a moment, he decided to head over to Gardener and his fighter. It was prepped and ready for flight just as he expected. Gardener was climbing down the ladder from the cockpit when she saw him and smiled.
"Everything's ready for you, sir."
"It always is," Jake chuckled. "What do you think about the mission?"
"Well it seems simple enough, though those genetically enhanced pilots... We'll have to see if they work as well as they're hyped up to. It seems your brother-in-law's got a hard-on for you, what with all the crazy missions he always puts us on." She laughed, having been one of the pilots that survived the fiasco at Kaldraga, and being intimately familiar with the type of operations they always seemed to be sent on.
"No," he laughed in response, "his hard-on's for my brother, you should know that. He just wants to get me out of the way."
Tracy laughed even harder at that, "Aw, you know as well as I do that nothing in this war can take you down," She said jokingly. "Of course, that could be why they made the genetically enhanced pilots. Just for you."
He smiled and just shook his head, "You've got a twisted sense of humor, you know that?"
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Anyway, you gonna get in or am I gonna have to fly this baby myself?"
"I'll fly," he chuckled, "If you fly, you won't have my invincibility protecting you."
She laughed back and stood aside as he climbed the ladder up to the cockpit and strapped in.
\* \* \* \*
Jeremy sighed as he read the intel documents on his brother's mission. He knew that a few minutes ago they had passed it to the other intel sections throughout headquarters, and knew that very shortly, Callie would be coming in his office about it. It happened almost every time Jake was sent on a dangerous mission - not that he could blame her, he would probably do the same thing if it was Chris going out there. True to word, he heard a soft knock on his open door and saw Callie standing there, worry seemingly plastered on her face.
"Come on in, Callie; close the door if you want." She did so, walking to the seat in front of his desk and sitting in it after she closed the open door to his office.
"So what's the catch?" She asked simply.
"What do you mean?" He replied, somewhat bewildered by her question.
"I mean, it seems too simple."
"Ah. Well, it is fairly simple, really. The only big factor is the genetic manipulations, and the unknown efficiency of the pilots in question. That's why we had to send his unit; they're the best at what they do."
"I know they are, but the thing that's worrying me is that they were able to take over the Silas system by themselves. That system was heavily guarded."
"Heavily guarded, yes. *Efficiently* guarded, no. The automated turrets at that outpost were quite dated and slow. We never thought of upgrading them since that route had long since been regarded as the worst possible entrance for the rebels. I'm sure that just Jake's pilots could get through those without much damage done to their fighters, much less a genetically enhanced force. How they managed to fly around to get in that position I'll never know, but now that they have it, they have a strong foothold on attacking us."
"I know... It just seems a bit much for a unit of that size to be able to pull it off. Taking over an outpost isn't the simplest job ever."
"True, but you have to think about the force we're fighting. The rebels themselves are idealists, not only ready to die for their independence, but taking huge risks to try to root us out of power. Add that to the fact that these pilots were genetically altered, I wouldn't be surprised to find that they would have been bred to conquer fear and hopelessness, making them able to perform missions other men would think of as suicide, and not care at all if one or more of them falls in the process."
"I see... Still wish it wasn't Jake doing it. Let me guess, it was Chris' idea to put him down there."
"Callie, you know Chris had to send them. I actually agree with the assignment, as much as I, too, wish that they could have gotten someone other than Jake to go. He's one of the finest fighter pilots we have here, and one of the few to receive the Medal of Honor in this war. He's accomplished much, and because of that, we expect him to excel in not only the smaller missions, but the big ones too. That's how it always works."
"I know, I guess I'm just worried about him on all these dangerous missions. Your mate's going to give my husband gray fur before he does himself, even with the seven year age difference."
As serious as she was, he had to chuckle a little bit, "You'd be surprised, Chris already has some gray fur as it is. Look, it's not easy on me or Chris, but your husband has handled himself extremely well at everything he's done. I don't suspect he'll do any worse with this."
Callie nodded, clearly without anything to say to that. She loved his brother much, he could tell easily. She was always worried about him, even though she knew he could handle himself. "Thank you, Jeremy." She said as she stood up.
"Not a problem, Callie. Oh, by the way, would it be okay if I stopped by a few times and visit while he's gone? He told me that you and Sasha would get lonely out there."
She smiled, weak though it was, the worry still showing on her face. "Yeah, that would be nice."
\* \* \* \*
"All units, activate stealth." Jake commanded over the radios shortly after their hyperdrives slowed down. They flew low to the surface of the small moon that the rebel outpost had been established. "Target approaching horizon, ETA one minute. Fate, take point." He called. Fate was the codename for the AE-22 bomber they had with them. Jake saw the bomber quickly fly to the front of the V-shaped formation. The enemy outpost started to show on the horizon, luckily much smaller than he expected. As far as moonside buildings and defenses, he saw almost none. A few expedient domes were the only things that actually stood on the surface. This would make the job much easier.
"Fate, on my signal, break off and bomb the left carrier. All others, direct attention to the right. Radio silence in effect now." If the bomber placed it's attacks right, which he knew it would, one carrier would cease to be a threat, leaving the rest of the fighters with only the task of the right carrier, odds that were much more in their favor. He looked at the small picture he always kept on his control panel, a picture of Callie and Sasha. Ritualistically, he kissed two fingers and pressed them to the photo. He kept a trained eye on the target ahead, slowly getting in range.
"Mark."
The bomber flew sharply and quickly to the left, reaching the carrier and releasing a payload of twenty jet-propelled bombs. They hit directly on target, the launching bay. Aside from a few turret defenses, all threat from that carrier was blocked. The fighters opened fire on the right carrier, breaking their stealth. The laser turrets of the fighters were doing much less damage than the bombs, but they were still doing an adequate amount of damage. From below he could see rebel ships starting to take off.
"Damn that's a quick response!" he heard Lt. Corban, another pilot, say over the radio.
"Remember, these guys are genetically enhanced, their reaction time is probably going to be quicker than we expect.
Once the enemy fighters took off, the battlefield was ablaze with red lasers. So far none of his fighters had taken damage, but three of the rebels' twenty remaining fighters from the attacks on the carriers had already fallen.
"Wraith down! Wraith down!" He heard over the radio, turning quickly to the explosion to his right, looking for the escape pods. He saw both of them eject and start the small equipped hyperdrive toward base. Jake sighed a breath of relief knowing that both of the pilots in the Wraith were safe.
A few minutes later, it seemed they were going to make quick work of the remaining three fighters. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a green laser emit from the carrier and slice quickly across the battlefield, cutting it in half, hitting three Federation fighters and one rebel fighter at the same time.
"What the hell was that?" He yelled over the comms.
"Fuck if I know, but we just lost Hellfire, Zeus, and Madcat!" he heard Corban yell back.
"They've got a few tricks up their sleeves yet!" another pilot yelled, though Jake couldn't tell who it was. He was looking out for another one of those green lasers.
Just as the last fighter went down, he got what he wanted. And more. Four of the green lasers appeared streaking the sky in a seemingly erratic pattern. Thinking quickly, Jake saw that they would never last long enough to destroy the remaining carrier, this was something entirely new to them, and it scared the hell out of him.
"Abort! Abort! Activate Hyperdrive immediately!" He said to the other fighters, "Gardener, get us the fuck out of here!"
"I'm on it!" She said, quickly punching in the hyperdrive code, while Jake saw four more Federation ships downed.
"Hurry the fuck--SHIT!" The fighter jerked upwards as it was cleaved in half by the laser. Both copilot and pilot quickly pulled the ejection levers, shooting the two pods away from the ensuing explosion. Turning back, he was just in time to see Gardener's pod get sliced by the laser as he heard the small hyperdrive engine begin to rev up.
Then the hyperdrive stopped, and as he saw the last fighter jump into hyperspace, he felt his pod moving in reverse.
\* \* \* \*
"General Brightman." Chris said, answering the phone in his office.
"Sir, this is Captain Freedman," The female voice on the other end, "We have a videoconference call in reference to the Silas Moons mission set up in the conference room."
"Alright, I'll be down."
He walked briskly down the hallway to his mate's office, peeking in.
"Jeremy, videoconference on your brother's mission."
Jeremy looked up, and quickly stopped everything, almost running to Chris, and walking even faster than him further down the hallway to the conference room. When they arrived, the room was empty save for the large screen in front showing an old wolf with the rank of Major.
"Major Lanos, we hear you have some news on the Silas Moons mission."
"Yes sir. The team got back approximately thirty minutes ago. In their debrief, they informed us that the mission was unsuccessful."
"Why was the mission aborted?" Chris said firmly, not hiding his irritation at the matter.
"It seems that the rebels have invented a new weapon." Chris' eyes widened. The rebels hadn't made a significant technological advance in weaponry in years, since their science divisions and resources were very limited. "This weapon is a very powerful laser turret that instead of firing short bursts, it fires a constant stream, able to change directions quickly and effectively 'cut' anything in its path. Four of these turrets were mounted on one of the rebels' battlecariers. Fortunately, the other carrier, and all rebel fighters were destroyed during the mission."
Chris mulled it all over in his head. Clearly this weapon was extremely effective, to cause Jake to call an abort, something he never did unless failure was unavoidable.
"What were our losses?" Jeremy asked while Chris thought silently.
"Sir, we lost ten XM-25 fighters, five deaths among those, and one capture. The rest made it back to base, be it by fighter or escape pod." The wolf responded calmly, obviously having memorized the numbers before making the conference.
"What were the names of the pilots that were KIA or captured?" Jeremy continued.
That question made the wolf look down at a sheet of paper. "KIAs are Lieutenants Brian Tensik, Jeffrey Beaurigard, Kyle Tallard, Sheila Hammond, and Tracy Gardener. The captured pilot was Captain Jake Kearny." The wolf looked up and instantly made the connection between Jeremy's startled face and the last name. "I- I'm sorry sir."
He couldn't believe it. His brother was captured. He tried to stay standing until the meeting was finished. It took all his strength.
Chris quickly saw what the news did to his mate, and hurriedly tried to end the meeting. "Ah, thank you, Major Lanos, that will be all."
"Very well sir." The wolf replied, quickly ending the call.
"Jeremy-" Chris said, looking over at the tiger, visibly shaking while his face was still in shock, silent tears welling up in his wide eyes. Chris rushed over to him, barely catching his mate as his knees gave out, his body collapsing into the panther's arms.
\* \* \* \*
About an hour after receiving the news about Jeremy's brother, Chris was able to get the tiger calmed down enough and get him home, but there was one other person who would have to hear the news. He never really met Jake's wife, not usually dealing with the other sections in headquarters directly. Jeremy was usually the one to do that, but since he was home, it fell on Chris to break the news. Picking up the phone, he dialed the number to the front desk of his office.
"Captain Freedman, this is General Brightman. I'd like you to send Captain Kearny from intel over to my office. Thank you."
Chris spent the few minutes it would take her to come mulling over what he was going to tell her. It would be a hard task, he was never used to breaking bad news to people. Of course, he wouldn't like to meet anyone who *was* used to it, if anyone did. The movement outside his door caught his eye as the female tiger walked in quickly to the front of his desk at the position of attention.
"Good evening sir. Captain Kearny reporting as ordered." She recited the typical procedure perfectly, and he could tell that she was somewhat confused as to why she was sent here instead of Jeremy's office.
"Sit down, relax." He said, trying to keep his tone calm. "Captain, I've never really met you before, and I would be lying if I wasn't regretful of that. I know that my husband really cares for you and your husband." She nodded at him slowly, still obviously very confused at this meeting. He knew he had to try to sound caring at this point, but aside from with Jeremy, he had never really had much practice with it, honestly. "We recently received the reports from the Silas Moons mission." At the mention of that, the look on her face completely changed. She was afraid of what he was about to say, and although her husband was not dead, it was still quite horrible news. "The mission was unsuccessful. Most of the team was able to return safely, although there were five fatalities, and..." It was almost hard to say it to her, the fear of the coming words was almost palpable in the room, "Your husband, Jake, was captured." He let out a sigh after finally saying it, her eyes already starting to tear up, but he saw that she was doing her damndest to keep her composure. "I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, truly I am. Meetings are being arranged in the coming days to find out what exactly to be done with this situation. If you need to, you may take the rest of the day off today. Also, if you feel the need, I won't require you to come in tomorrow either. I know that this will be hard on you, probably harder than it was on my husband. That's really all I needed you for, I wanted you to know. I'm sorry."
Callie nodded slowly, her chin wavering, trying to hold the tears in as best she could, as she got up without a word and headed to the door. It was painful for him to see how much this affected her, and how it affected Jeremy. They probably knew as well as him that a rescue attempt was not like to happen, but he couldn't let them know that. He knew the pain for them would be that much greater to know that Jake's capture meant the same death as the other pilots that died during the mission, only achieved much slower and probably much more painful. After the tigress left, he reorganized his desk and told Captain Furlong that he was taking off for the day. Jeremy would need him, he was sure.
He couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.
After he got back to his apartment, Chris noticed Jeremy sitting on the couch, head in hands. He walked up behind him, putting his hands on the smaller tiger's shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. He lightly kissed the top of his head and walked to the bedroom to change out of his uniform into a pair of pajama pants. Walking back out, he noticed that Jeremy was sitting in his boxers, too distraught to even change into any kind of sleepwear. He sat next to his mate and put an arm around him. Almost instantly, Jeremy leaned into the panther's chest and cried.
"Shh. Shh. I'm here, Jeremy. I'm here." He said comfortingly, holding his mate close.
"He's gone, Chris. I- he's gone." Jeremy's voice was muffled against Chris' fur, "Oh God!" he yelled into his chest, gripping the panther's fur in his fists.
"He's not gone, love. Not yet." Chris pulled his mate in tighter, wanting to cry himself seeing his mate like this, but also wanting to be strong for him, as hard as it was.
Jeremy looked up into Chris' eyes, his own eyes bloodshot and the fur around them matted with tears. He must have been crying the whole time he had been here. "You honestly can't believe they'll send in rescue. You know what they'll say." He said, sniffling.
"I'm going to try my damndest to get him out of there, I promise." Chris replied, nuzzling into the tiger. He knew that the chances would be slim to get approval from the Federation Council, the deciding members for all of the big decisions in the Federation, and he knew he had to get approval for covert infiltration and rescue missions such as this would be. He just had to try for Jeremy, he couldn't let his own mate down.
"Please, Chris, *please* bring my brother back. I- I can't lose any more family." Chris remembered what Jeremy told him about his family before they got married. His parents and sister were killed in the violence that marked the beginning of the civil war, very much like how Chris' family died, and ten years later it continued. Jake, Callie, Sasha, and Chris were literally the only family Jeremy had left, where as far as Chris was concerned, Jeremy was his only family. It was something in common that brought them a little closer together; having little to no family made the bond between them that much stronger.
"I'll try, Jeremy, I'll try." He rubbed Jeremy's back for a minute, silently trying to calm him down more. "Now, let's go take a shower and get to bed early. You need to get some rest tonight, and I have a long few days ahead of me, okay?"
Jeremy nodded weakly, slowly easing himself up from his partner.
"I love you Jeremy, I'm not going to stop pushing the subject until this gets resolved." Chris pulled him in for a kiss.
"I love you too. And thanks." Jeremy said weakly, his voice still cracking from crying so much, as they both got up from the couch to head toward the bedroom.
\* \* \* \*
"Wake the fuck up," Jake heard one of the rebels yell, followed quickly by a kick to his stomach. Jake doubled over, groaning. Once they captured his escape pod the other day, they proceeded to beat him until he passed out from the pain. The pain was still sharp, his mind growing more conscious of his injuries.
"It's time to meet the interrogator," the rebel laughed. Jake looked up to see a young fox, he didn't think he could have been older than twenty years old. He was smiling a sadistic grin, obviously knowing what Jake was in for. The rebels were known to torture Federation members for no reason, or to turn them to the rebels' cause.
"Well let's go meet him then," Jake sneered, trying to push himself onto his feet. The fox grabbed him by the arm and yanked him on his feet. Jake was dragged through what seemed to be a maze of hallways until they stopped at a solid steel door. The fox typed the code on the keypad, effectively blocking Jake from seeing what it was. The door slid open revealing a single chair in the middle of a large room. Tables lined the walls, covered with hundreds of miscellaneous tools- pliers, hammers, knives, and tons of other tools Jake had never seen before. The fox dragged him toward the chair, throwing him into it. Jake was in too much pain already to squirm out, and the fox managed to strap his arms and feet.
"Just wait here," the fox sneered at him and left, closing the door. Jake swallowed. As much as he was trying to be strong and defiant, he was truly scared of what was to come. He wished they would just kill him and get it over with, knowing that it would be the logical conclusion of it all. As high up as his brother was in the military, he knew that there wasn't a chance he could get approval for a rescue mission. After a couple minutes, the door slid open again to admit an old wolf, who looked at Jake and grinned.
"What exactly are you doing this for?" Jake asked, "I don't know anything that would be useful to you, so this torture shit is a bit pointless."
"Ah, that is probably true," The wolf replied, nodding. "The military never tells the fighting men what's really happening. Although, we have here a 'hero' of the Federation. Yes, we know that you were there at Kaldraga, and the people love you, don't they? No, we're not looking for information today." Just then Jake noticed that the wolf was carrying a small camcorder. They were going to send all this as a scare tactic. The wolf set the camera up, facing Jake, then walked to one of the tables.
"Smile, your on TV." The wolf smirked, taking a pair of pliers and gripping one of Jake's claws. "This will hurt. A lot." The wolf pulled, ripping out the claw; excruciating pain shot through Jake's entire body.
All he could do was scream.
\* \* \* \*
"General, there's something you should see." Captain Freedman said over the phone, "It's about the captured pilot."
"All right I'll be down." Chris could only think of one thing that it could be, and knew that Jeremy wouldn't want to see it. Sighing, he stood up from his desk and walked through the hallways to the conference room once again. He passed Jeremy's office, but saw that the tiger wasn't at his desk.
"What's going on?" Jeremy's voice shocked Chris, turning around to face him, "What's got you in a hurry? Is it about Jake?"
"Yeah," Chris couldn't lie to Jeremy, as much as he wanted to, "but I don't think you'll want to see this." Jeremy's face darkened visibly as he looked at the floor. He knew what it would be as well.
"No, no I don't." Jeremy's voice wavered. Knowing his brother in that much pain was like to start him sobbing again, something that had only stopped intermittently these past few days. He couldn't bring himself to tell him that the rescue mission was denied; hope seemed to be the only thing Jeremy had to deal with this.
Chris put a hand on his mate's shoulder, and continued to walk down the hallway to the conference room. Seated there were two majors from his command, one fox and one raccoon. They both stood to acknowledge him when he entered. He motioned them to take their seats.
"Just play the thing." He said, sounding irritated. He never liked watching any videos of this sort, much less one depicting someone so close to Jeremy.
"*Gentlemen,*" a voice outside the camera started, Jake in the center of the screen, "*as you can see we have here a hero of the Federation. I would say that we would release him over some terms, but I can honestly say that we need nothing of you aside from the cessation of this war. I doubt those terms will be met, but you've already had a run in with some of our new toys. Now, I guess this video is now merely an informative recording of how your pilot is faring here.*"
Chris could only watch as he saw each of Jake's claws ripped out one by one, his screams piercing even to his ears. Grimacing, he stood up before the last claw was ripped.
"I've seen enough, Majors. I'll be in my office." He walked out the door to the conference room to Jeremy's office. Stopping by the door, he saw Jeremy look at him with tearful eyes. Chris couldn't tell him what had happened on the video; he just looked at Jeremy and nodded. Jeremy's face strained, trying to keep the tears from flowing again.
"I'm sorry," Chris whispered to him, trying to control the urge to tear up himself by seeing his mate in so much pain. He slowly closed the door to Jeremy's office; he would want some privacy now. Walking away, Chris thought about how he was going to break it to him that there was no way they would be able to get his brother back.
\* \* \* \*
"They rejected the rescue, didn't they?" Jeremy asked, making Chris stop dead in his tracks as he made his way to the couch to sit with his mate. He hadn't told Jeremy anything about the meeting that he had earlier in the day-- not even that there *was* a meeting. Chris hesitated, trying to think of a way to skirt the subject. He knew he couldn't lie to him, and even if he tried he'd be called on it instantly. Chris let out a deep sigh before continuing his movement to the couch, sitting next to the tiger.
"Yeah, they did. I'm sorry, hon." Chris looked down, not wanting to see the pain that he knew would be there on the tiger's face.
"It's ok. I knew it'd get rejected." Jeremy put his hand under Chris' muzzle and lifted his head up so Chris was looking straight at him. "You did your best, that's all you could have done. Besides, we can still get him out."
Chris jerked back, startled. "Wh- What? The rescue was rejected, there's nothing we can do about it."
"We got some intel that he's being moved to their base on Sindraga. We have a man on the inside there." Jeremy smiled slightly, a gleam of hope in his eyes.
"What are you saying? You want to go against orders? That's insane! I won't have any part of that, I'd lose my job--and you could lose yours just by talking like that." Chris looked at his mate in shock, not believing what he was hearing. Jeremy's face quickly went from a look of hope to one of anger.
"Goddamnit Chris, he's my brother, I'd do anything for him. He can't die there. I won't let him."
"Do you hear what you're saying? You'd get charged with God knows how many violations and go to jail yourself! Or you could be executed, it's not unheard of." Chris started to worry. Jeremy had never talked like this. He always kept calm and cool, looked at everything with an objective view. What he was hearing now wasn't the tiger he married.
"He's your family, too Chris." Jeremy growled, looking at Chris with an icy stare of pure anger--an anger that Chris had never seen before.
"Hey, calm the fuck down, Jeremy." Chris responded with an equally firm voice, "There is nothing I can do about it. What you're talking about is insane-- not to mention suicidal. I know you're angry about the rejection, but you have to accept it. These things happen sometimes, Jeremy, and often to good people like Jake, but there's nothing we can do about it." Chris reached over to put a comforting arm around the tiger, but Jeremy shoved him back hard enough to knock Chris off the couch and onto the floor. Pure shock covered Chris' face.
"Don't fucking touch me you son of a bitch." Jeremy growled, standing up and stomping into the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and locked it.
Chris laid there on the floor as he felt his eyes fill with tears. He had never seen Jeremy act this way, and was afraid of what was happening to him. He wanted to send a rescue team for Jake, but didn't want to lose his job over it. Pushing himself off the floor, he settled himself on the couch for the first time since they had been together. He began to sob as he thought about the tiger in the other room. He hated hurting Jeremy like this; he was the only thing he really cared about. The only family he had.
\* \* \* \*
Jeremy woke up to the alarm clock ringing. He turned over and turned it off, his mind going straight to what happened the night before. He couldn't believe how angry he got at Chris, and wanted it all to be a bad dream. Sadly, he knew it was real, Chris not being in bed next to him made him realize that everything he remembered really did happen. He felt horrible about it all. He heard Chris start to sob again in the other room, wondering if the panther had gotten any sleep that night. Jeremy slipped on a pair of boxers and headed into the living room to see his mate lying on the couch crying. Chris looked at him, the fur on his face soaked and matted with tears. He quickly rolled over on the couch, facing away from Jeremy, obviously not wanting the tiger to see him like that.
"Chris," Jeremy said, walking over to the couch to put a hand on the panther's shoulder. Chris shied away from it slightly at first, then slowly started to lean into the touch. "I'm sorry."
Chris didn't say anything in response, just stayed in the same position while Jeremy rubbed his shoulder wanting him to say something, anything. Chris had always been the strong one to Jeremy; he never knew he could hurt the panther like this. He tried to make excuses in his head that he wasn't thinking, but he knew he was. He was angry at the time, and angry for no reason it seemed. Chris couldn't help Jake anymore, he knew that, but something inside him wanted to fight that fact. Whatever that was came out the night before and managed to hurt the one man that meant the most to him.
"I can't help you, Jeremy. I can't." Chris finally spoke up, his tears choking his voice. Just hearing his mate like that made Jeremy start to tear up himself.
"I know. I-I don't know what got into me last night. I never meant to hurt you like that."
"It didn't hurt." Chris replied, slowly turning to look at Jeremy again, "What's happening to you?"
Jeremy understood then. Chris hadn't been crying because he yelled at him, or even that he pushed him. The whole time it was for him, what this whole ordeal was doing to him. Jeremy looked into Chris' eyes and saw the sadness behind him. It was too much for Jeremy; he broke down and cried himself.
"I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing anymore." Jeremy said, sobbing. "He means so much to me. I don't want to lose him, but I can't lose you either."
Chris leaned in to place his hand on the side of Jeremy's face, "I won't leave you, Jeremy. You don't have to worry about losing me. I'm just worried about losing you." Chris pulled Jeremy to him and hugged him as he sobbed. "We can get through this. We will."
\* \* \* \*
Jake slowly woke up in his new cell, trying not to move too much and have the guards find out he was awake. Since they moved him to this different place, wherever it was, he had been treated a little bit better, which wasn't saying much. The torture sessions stopped, but the random beatings continued as if nothing happened. There were different guards, too. His whole body still hurt when he moved, the cuts and gouges from the tortures still fresh enough to be excruciating, and of course the new bruises and scrapes from the beatings didn't help much.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake." A voice said from outside the cell. He had moved too much. He looked over his shoulder to see a big bull standing outside the bars to his cell. Jake slowly sat up, wincing at the pain every movement seemed to bring. He wondered why the bull hadn't entered the cell and started beating him senseless yet, as all the other guards were apt to do. He stared at the bull for a moment, and felt almost as if he'd seen him before, even though this was the first time that the bull had been guarding him.
"Don't worry, I'm not like the other guys here. I'm not too much into senseless violence." The bull smiled at him, surprisingly warm. "You don't remember me, do you?"
Jake gave a start when the bull asked him. He had no clue why he should have any memory of him, but strangely he seemed familiar to Jake. He scrutinized the bull, trying to think of where he could have seen him before.
"Ah, you remember. Basic Training, December 2145. Come on, you should remember me."
It finally clicked with Jake. He lowered his ears in anger at the traitorous bull. "Haldman."
"See, I knew you would remember me."
Jake did remember him. Jerry Haldman had been his rack mate all through basic, and the two had become fairly good friends at the time until their jobs split them up. He didn't think the bull could have ever turned.
"What the hell are you doing here, you fucking traitor!" Jake growled at him.
"Hey, hey, no need for name calling here. I was only following orders." Haldman replied, holding his hands up as if in defense of himself.
"What do you mean, orders? You're in the fucking rebel army now, how the fuck does that follow ord--" Jake cut off as he thought about it further. He was covert ops. "Why the hell are you telling me this?" Jake asked, lowering his voice almost to a whisper.
Jerry laughed. "Don't worry, man, no one is listening at this hour. Everyone packs up and goes to sleep. The unlucky ones get to sit and watch the cells. I just happened to be the unlucky one tonight. Lucky for you though."
"What do you mean lucky for me?"
"Well, I didn't know anything about who we had down here. I usually stay away from the prisoners; don't get many chances to guard them. A lot of the other guys here love watching prisoners just so they can let out some aggression on them. I'm the opposite, so I usually just try my hardest to stay away from the prisoner guard duties. Lo and behold, the day I finally do get it, the prisoner happens to be my old chum from basic."
"If you do anything you could get compromised."
"No doubt about that, but I've been here for quite a few years already, and I don't think that the Federation would mind one of the rebel bases going down, no matter what the cause. I know every weak point in this place. Plus, I can't just sit here and let my old friend go through what they put every prisoner here through."
"Go through what?"
"Well, frankly, they draw and quarter you. It quite archaic if you ask me, but the shock factor is there, and that's what they go for here, it seems. Not a great way to go."
Jake had heard about the ancient execution style before; hanged until almost dead, disemboweled, dismembered, and beheaded. It was quite a horrible way to go. He didn't know what the bull was planning, or how it could ever work if they really were on a main rebel base. The odds had to be astronomical.
"So what exactly are you planning?"
"Ah, you'll see. I can't let you know everything, y'know." Jerry smiled warmly at Jake.
"So, I know we were friends and all. But that still doesn't explain why you'd be willing to help me and risk everything you have here. We haven't talked in over ten years. I'm surprised you even remembered who I was."
"Yeah, well, shit how do I say this." The bull suddenly looked awkward and almost embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck thinking about what to say. "Well, believe it or not you've been the subject of quite a few wet dreams of mine." He chuckled nervously.
"What!?" Jake was obviously shocked by that bit of information. He never even suspected that Jerry was interested in men, much less him.
"Yeah, I thought I was barkin up the wrong tree, heh." Jerry continued looking a bit awkward sitting there, smiling at Jake.
"Yeah, wrong tree. Maybe I should have introduced you to my brother back then. He looks a bit like me. Hell maybe it would have prevented him from marrying General Brightman."
Jerry reared back laughing, "Your brother married that douche? Wow, I feel really sorry for you. I guess civilians don't see those guys like we do."
"Actually, my brother is a Lieutenant General."
"Damn, man. I think your brother's insane." Jerry kept laughing, and in spite of everything, Jake couldn't help but smile as well. "He must have known how bad Brightman was. Some guys, I guess." Jerry shook his head, smiling.
After a moment, Jake's face took a darker tone. "I should have been a better brother to him."
"What do you mean?" Jerry started to get serious again.
"Well, I always argued with him about his choice. He always said there was a softer side to Brightman than we ever got to see. I've been thinking a lot about him recently. Him and my wife, actually. I don't know why I didn't think of it before, but Jeremy has always been really cautious with his life, and if Brightman is really as much of an asshole at home as he is at work, my brother would never have married him. We almost never got to see each other without arguing about it. Now that I think of it, that probably hurt him more than I thought it would, to have his own family against him in a way."
"I doubt he thinks you were really against him. You're not that kind of guy, I can tell. You'll get a chance to talk to him soon. I can get you out of here within a few days."
"A few days? Wouldn't something this big take months?"
"You don't have months. I've been planning something like this for a while, now, actually. Everything is in place for me to escape if my cover was ever compromised. I'm not about to just let myself get captured and have to pop off this cyanide tooth and swallow it if I can help it."
"They still use those?"
"Yep, they're a pain in the ass, too. Anyways, you'll have to deal with a few more days of the shit they give you here before I can do anything." Jerry looked at his watch, "My shift's almost up, they're going to start watching us soon. I'd go back to sleep if I were you."
"Thanks, Jerry." Jake smiled at the bull. Jerry just smiled back warmly and nodded slightly. Jake heeded the bull's advice and laid back down to try to sleep, keeping as still as he could. In a few days he'd be out of this god-forsaken place.
\* \* \* \*
Jeremy opened the door to his brother's house and walked in. He saw Callie sitting on the couch, looking up to him.
"Hey Jeremy," She said, the pain in her voice still evident over losing her husband.
"Hey Callie," Jeremy sat down close to her on the couch, "Did you get a hold of them all?"
"Yeah. It took a while, but I found them all. We've got twenty pilots under his command willing to go."
"Good. We'll leave in two days time. That'll give me enough time to draft up the orders to take the ships. We'll have to wait until we're close to the base to get contact with our covert op inside. We'll be stealth all the way, and just hope that they haven't developed new stealth detectors along with those lasers. I doubt they'll have those lasers on the base, since none of our coverts had ever seen something like that."
"Alright." Callie was nervous, Jeremy could tell. She had never been on any kind of missions. Jeremy hadn't been on one in many years, but he was used to it back in the early days of his career. He put his hand on Callie's shoulder.
"It'll work out. We'll get him back."
"What about Chris? What are you going to tell him?"
Jeremy sighed, looking down at the floor, "I really hate going behind his back like this, but I just can't let him die. I know where Chris is coming from, and I understand why he can't do anything about it. I just can't sit here and do nothing. I don't know what I'm going to tell him. I don't think I could face him with this, really. It'll hurt him a lot. I'll figure something out I guess. Speaking of which, I hate to be short, but I have to get back to Chris before he suspects something. He knows I'm still not over it, as much as I try not to be so soft near him."
Callie stood up to hug him, "You're not soft. You're stronger than most."
Jeremy hugged Callie back and headed back out the door. The majority of the planning was done. He was going to get Jake back no matter what he had to do.
\* \* \* \*
Chris woke up and noticed that Jeremy wasn't in the bed. The last couple days the subject of his brother hadn't been broached once. It seemed that he was starting to accept the cold truth. It still hurt him, Chris could tell, but he seemed to be accepting it. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes.
"Jeremy?" Chris called out with no answer. He stood up and saw a folded piece of paper on the chest of drawers next to the bed. He noticed that the small picture frame on the dresser was missing its photo. It was their favorite picture of them both. Chris' mind reeled over what the note could say, afraid of opening it. He slowly unfolded the paper slowly, and read what it said:
*Chris, I'm sorry I couldn't have told you this before, but I couldn't face you*
*with this. I've gone to help Jake. I couldn't sit around and do nothing. I hope*
*you can understand. I know how you must be feeling after reading this, but*
*I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much I can't write it in words. By the*
*time you read this, I will have been gone a while. Please don't try to stop us.*
*I have to do this, love. If I didn't try to help him, I wouldn't be able to live with*
*myself. I love you with all my heart, and I'll come home to you when all this*
*is over.*
*Love,*
*Jeremy*
Chris crumpled the note in his fist as he dropped to his knees. He had failed his mate, the only thing in his life that he truly cared about. He didn't know what else he could have done for him. He thought that Jeremy was beginning to understand, but the whole time he was plotting behind his back. If only he had tried harder to get that rescue team out, this could have been averted. Chris screamed as he punched one of the drawers in front of him. His fist splintered through the wood. When he pulled his hand back, his fur was already becoming matted with blood from the cuts. He began to sob violently. He wished it was anyone else out there. He didn't want his tiger to get hurt. He wouldn't be able to handle it if anything happened to him, but if that note was right, it was already too late.
\* \* \* \*
"Jake." A familiar voice called from beyond his cell, waking him up.
"Wha-" Jake rolled over to face Jerry standing there, the cell door wide open. Jake noticed the body of the unlucky rebel sent to guard him during the night. The fox's eyes were still open, lifeless. A pool of blood stained the floor under the fox's slit throat.
"It's time. Get up. Quick."
Jake jumped to his feet as quick as he could. A part of him never thought that the bull would pull through, but he did. He walked up to Jerry, stepping over the still warm corpse of the guard, and took the knife that the bull held out to him.
"We'll have to stick to these until the blasts start going off. I've rigged a series of explosives along the weak points of the structure. I have a fighter ship already started up for our escape, but we'll have to move quickly. Once the first set of explosions go off, we'll have ten minutes until the second set, which will collapse the building on itself. The first set will destroy all the outer defenses. Luckily, the only interior defenses are soldiers, most of which are asleep. They should be taken care of with the first blasts, so we should only have to hack through the night crew. You ready?"
Jake nodded, trying to absorb all the information. He had no clue what Jerry was planning these past few days, but it seemed like all the bases were covered. He grabbed the blaster off the guard's body and slung it across his back. He followed the bull, alert to every movement.
Down the hallway, a guard turned the corner to face them. At first he just noticed Jerry, and nodded toward him. Once he saw Jake, though, his eyes widened, "What the-"
The guard was cut off as Jerry deftly ran his knife across his throat with an almost sickening ease. The only sounds the guard made were gurgles as he slowly drowned in the blood pouring into his lungs.
Soon after, the explosions went off.
\* \* \* \*
"We're approaching Sindraga. Maintain radio silence until we get close enough to hail the operative inside." Jeremy announced over the radios. So far they hadn't been detected during their travel here, but he didn't want to risk being discovered due to radio chatter. "We're close, Callie," he turned toward the tigress sitting next to him in the combat transport. "We're going to get Jake out."
The base ahead of them grew bigger as they neared. It was still a fairly small base, so infiltration wouldn't be hard. Most likely they only had a skeleton crew this time of night as well. The hard part would be finding where they kept Jake. When they neared the base enough to contact the operative, Jeremy set his comms to the frequency they used to contact him.
"Guardian six, guardian six, this is eagle talon. Guardian six, guardian six, this is eagle talon." The only noise on the radio was just that - noise. "Come on, come on, respond, damn it." He whispered, holding the speaker close to his ear. "Guardian si-" Jeremy's eyes widened as he saw half of the base explode in fireballs. "Damn it something's happening, get the fuck in there!" He called out to the other fighters. The transport accelerated toward the base, and all her passengers grabbed their weapons, readying themselves for the fight ahead. Jeremy saw the opening in the side of the base.
"Right side, right side, get in that docking bay. Eagle two, eagle three, lead the way, clear out any rebel trash." Jeremy watched as the two fighters accelerated past them and flew into the docking bay.
"Bay's clear, sir. The place seems empty."
"Probably those explosions. Let's move. Two, Three, offload and set a perimeter. Talon will follow. Eagle One, Eagle Four, follow Talon into the base. All others, set up air patrol tight around the docking bay."
The transport ship landed, and they filed out, blasters at the ready. The sirens were going off. Just like the pilots said, the bay was empty.
"What the hell is going on here?" Jeremy scanned the bay and pointed toward the only door out. "Move out."
They opened the door into chaos.
\* \* \* \*
"Jerry, right!" Jake fired his blaster to hit the rebel closing in on the bull. The explosions may have killed most of the sleeping rebels, but it either didn't get them all, or there was one hell of a night crew here.
Jerry and Jake made their way through the labyrinths of hallways, mowing down as many rebels as they could. The surprise of the rebels was a clear advantage to them. Neither of the two had been injured at all - aside from the already existing injuries on Jake.
"I'm out!" Jake yelled, pulling out his knife and slashing at the rebels. His vision narrowed, it was almost like he lost control of himself, even his hearing dimmed in the chaos. The only things were his knife and the bodies he created. Slashing and stabbing, Jake blazed a trail through the rebels. He felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull. He spun quickly, thrusting his knife forward into the culprit.
"Jake! I-"
Jake let go of the knife quickly once he saw the face - his wife's. It was too late, the knife was already plunged to the hilt in her chest.
"Callie? CALLIE! NO!" He huddled over his wife as she started to cough up blood and gasp. He wasn't dreaming; it was her. He started yelling uncontrollably as the realization set in. "Callie, fuck, no! What are you--no, Christ!" He started sobbing. She looked at him with surprised eyes, and reached up to touch his face.
"Jake I- I-" She choked, blood starting to flow freely with every cough.
"Shh. Callie, I know. I know. I'll get you out of here. I-" Callie's arm fell limp from his face as he watched the life flow out of her eyes.
"Oh god, Jake! Callie!" Another voice yelled as Jake looked up to see his brother staring at his wife's corpse.
"Jeremy?" Jake said, shocked. He looked back to Callie's body and started trying to lift her when a strong hand grabbed his arm and lifted him off the ground.
"She's dead, Jake! We gotta get the fuck out of here!" Jerry pulled him along, past his brother, who snapped out of his shocked stare as they passed.
"We got a transport in the bay, move!"
They advanced closer to the docking bay, the other fighter pilots covering them from the rear. Jake saw the transport ahead of them and loaded up with Jerry. He turned back to see his brother shouting orders to get the pilots to load the jets. He grabbed on and hoisted himself into the transport.
"Let's get the fuck out of he-" Jeremy was cut off as an explosion in the bay sent a large piece of shrapnel flying into his abdomen. He collapsed into the transporter as the door closed and they started to take off out of the bay.
"Jeremy!" Jake rushed to his brother's side, trying to figure out what to do.
"Jake," Jeremy looked up at him and spoke weakly. "Jake, you're safe. We got you out. Thank God."
"You did. You did." Jake said tearfully. He had just watched his wife die in front of him, and now his brother...
Jeremy reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photo. He put it in Jake's hand, and started to shake.
"Tell... Chris... I... I love him." Jeremy said shakily. Jake looked down at the picture in his hand. It was of Chris and Jeremy. Jeremy was behind Chris with his arms around the panther's neck. They were both smiling, so happy. He now understood what his brother had seen in his husband. There was a softness and love in Chris' eyes that he'd never seen before. It was what Jeremy had seen every day. He looked up from the picture at his brother, still. The shaking had stopped. Jeremy's eyes were closed, his face seemed peaceful, at rest.
He put his forehead on his brother's and cried as they flew out of the base's airspace.
\* \* \* \*
"Sir we've picked up the signatures of the ships, they're almost here." The tower operator turned toward Chris. He'd gotten a flight to the forward base as soon as he read the note Jeremy left him, but like the note said, he was too late. He just hoped they were alright.
"Sir, they're on the radio now. They have three injured on board." The radio operator paused for a moment, "And one body."
Chris had to put every ounce of himself into keeping his bearing as he saw the jets land with the transport and the medical team move in. He didn't want to disturb what they were doing, any disturbance could mean a life. His mind was only on Jeremy.
After the team had dispersed, he rushed to the medical wing to see who was among the injured. He recognized Jake in one of the gurneys, IVs running through his arm. There were large gashes and cuts all over his body, likely from the tortures. He slowly walked up to him.
"Jake." His voice seemed to startle the tiger as he looked over at him, slowly recognizing him.
"Sir." Jake replied, simply. Chris could see that he had been through a lot, and a pain in his gut said that not all had gone well.
"Jeremy?" Chris asked. At the mention of his husband's name, Jake began to sob. Chris froze for a moment, then all but sprinted toward the morgue.
Upon reaching the morgue, he saw a single table with a corpse on it, covered by a white cloth. He pulled aside one of the medics.
"Who was it?"
The medic flipped through a clipboard in his hand. "Uh, Lieutenant General Jeremy Kearny."
"Get everyone out."
"Sir?"
"Get the fuck out!" Chris yelled, trying to hide the shake in his voice. The team in the morgue quickly shuffled out the doors, leaving Chris behind alone. He walked up to the table slowly, not wanting to believe who was under the sheet.
He slowly pulled the sheet down to reveal Jeremy's face. He seemed at peace, strangely. Chris' knees started to shake as he stared at his lover of over five years. The only thing he cared about had just been taken away from him. He staggered back as he tried to keep himself calm. It was too much for him. He had no family anymore. He was alone again. The situation took a hold of his body, making him shake uncontrollably. His consciousness slowly began to waver, his head swimming. He tried holding on to the counter behind him, which offered no more stability as he doubled over and retched. He looked back toward the body of his husband and fainted.
\* \* \* \*
Jake stood silent as the memorial service drew to an end. It had been two days since he got back, but it did nothing to help his pain. The past days were filled with debriefings and trials. Chris had issued a command that all parties involved with the rescue were to be acquitted of all charges. Jake wondered if the soft side of him that Jeremy saw was beginning to show outward. As the crowd began to disperse, he noticed a few still remained staring at the coffin his brother laid in and the marker for his wife. Jerry walked up to him and put a hand on Jake's shoulder.
"Whenever you're ready, Jake. Sasha and I will be in the car."
Jake nodded slightly as the bull walked off holding his daughter's hands. Jerry had been staying at their house due to the fact that he had no place to go here, and to keep Jake from having to be alone through this. Jake looked up at Chris still standing at the edge of Jeremy's grave, the pain of loss clear and evident across his face. He walked up to the panther slowly, trying to find the words he wanted to say.
"Sir, I know you loved my brother very much, and I know that he felt the same way about you. I wasn't able to give you this earlier, but Jeremy wanted me to give it to you." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the picture that Jeremy had given him. "He told me to tell you that he loved you, and I can vouch for the love he did have for you. In his dying moments you were the first thing on his mind." Jake handed the picture to Chris, who took it and shifted his gaze from the coffin to the photo. The panther's face contorted as he tried to choke back the unrelenting tears.
"Th-Thank you." Chris replied shakily, tears flowing from his eyes despite all his efforts. Jake paused for a moment before continuing.
"Twenty-three soldiers believed that saving my life was worth risking all of theirs. Two paid the ultimate price for that belief. I honestly can't say that I agree with them. As much as people lift me up and say I was a hero, I can't believe that my life is worth more than these two. I can't change their decisions, but I'll be damned to let them die in vain. I want to make their beliefs right. I have never been kind to you, even in mentioning you to Jeremy. I see now what he saw in you, and I feel that I wouldn't be any kind of brother to him if I didn't try to help you through the pain I know you're experiencing. I have the same pain. I know that Jeremy was the only real family you thought you had, but I want you to know that even though he's no longer here, you still have family. I'm your brother-in-law, and it's about time I act like it. If you'd like, I have a spare bed in my house. I don't think that this is a good time to be alone." Jake looked up at Chris, who was still staring at the photo. A moment of silence stood between them before the panther spoke again.
"I'd like that. And call me Chris." Jake put a hand on Chris' shoulder. Surprisingly, Chris pulled Jake into a tight hug and started sobbing. "Thank you."
After getting home, Jake showed Chris the spare room and set Jerry up on the couch before going to tuck his daughter into bed. Sasha looked up at Jake with those still innocent eyes.
"Is Mommy coming home?" She asked, causing Jake to have to choke back more tears.
"Shh, honey. Go to sleep." Jake hugged her while she lay down. He looked at her face, the innocence it held. She looked remarkably like her mother, a trait he had never really paid so much attention to. It was like Callie was still there, still with him. She was the only piece of his wife he had left. "I'll always love you, Sasha. Always."
Jake silently closed the door to Sasha's room, and passing the spare room, saw Chris sitting at the foot of it holding the picture that Jake had returned to him. "Will you be ok?"
Chris looked up at Jake tearfully, "Yeah."
Once Jake left the doorway, Chris looked back down at the picture. It was taken at their honeymoon. Jeremy's smile had always warmed his heart. It was something he'd never be able to see again. He traced a finger over his lover's face as the tears continued to soak the fur on his face.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy." He whispered, "I should have tried harder. I'll keep an eye on your brother for you. I know that's what you'd want. You'll always be in my heart." Chris wiped an arm across his eyes as he stared at the picture.
"I'll always love you. Always."
\~Fin\~
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Kitsune I have Known - Rain and Calm by Roke Tanuki
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_(A foreward by the author: The following is a quite short (less than 2000 words) story involving a human and many non-anthro kitsune. This was written a few months ago for a good friend, I had largely forgot about it until sifting through some old files. I had originally intended it to be a
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[
"Adventure",
"Human",
"Kitsune",
"M/F",
"Military",
"Oral",
"Orgy",
"Short",
"Tie",
"Vaginal"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10151-kitsune-i-have-known-rain-and-calm
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\_(A foreward by the author: The following is a quite short (less than 2000 words) story involving a human and many non-anthro kitsune. This was written a few months ago for a good friend, I had largely forgot about it until sifting through some old files. I had originally intended it to be a oneshot, however if there is any interest I might consider expanding upon it and writing further "memoirs" of the journalist. ^\_^
I had hoped my second entry into Yiffstar would be something much longer and grand. However multiple projects and other factors have left me with many unfinished works. As such I present to you my second entry into Yiffstar, enjoy, and comment ^\_^.)\_
Kitsune; those whom have even a cursory knowledge of Japanese culture and lore will be familiar with these creatures. However while their unique physical characteristics are well known (foxes with multiple tails), very few scholars have been able to accurately document the various subspecies and their mannerisms, culture, and general demenor; until now of course. What follows is one of my various encounters while living among the Zakkoku (assorted grain) Clan, responsible for patrolling the supply lines between villages.
Rain and Calm (Oct. 2\~5, 1903)
It was early October and two months had passed since I'd first met with Kohei of the Zakkoku, my guide and guardian for the duration of my trip. I must admit I had underestimated him when we first met. His ears hung low as he walked and his tails were particularly unremarkable, showing a kind of flatness one might see on a canine whom has no home nor reason to groom himself beyond enough to be presentable at a ramen stand. Nevertheless he spoke clearly and with authority (in English, no less) to me and seemed to command a degree of respect from the other Kitsune. I had expected him to speak an older more proper variation of a Tokyo dialect (as all Kitsune I had met until then did). It was quite a relief to know my poor linguistic skills wouldn't interfere beyond a few obscure words that had no English equivalent.
At any rate, we arrived at Ichiro village late in the afternoon. Kohei, myself and the rest of our traveling companions welcomed the sight of the village that the grain on our backs was bound for. Leaving the large burlap sacks near the kitchen hut we retied to Sosoru's home. Sosoru was an older Kitsune who's tails dwarfed her body. Though her muzzle and forepaws showed scars of battle, the heavy fur on her chest did well to downplay their size or depth. She carried herself as one of age, with a grace and speed perfectly slow enough for one who's finished caring what others might say. I must say I felt a tad nervous standing in her home, my head was inches from her tall arched roof after all. Quick to relax her guests she strolled her way over, moving past furniture, pillows, even stepping over another sleeping traveler to me. She gave out a rather guttural "ikinuki" before grabbing the tea kettle from her fireplace, biting on the handle and flipping the spout open to pour tea into three small bowls.
Kohei wasn't the only Zakkoku with me of course, a standard patrol consisted of around twelve Kitsune of varying rank and ability, including a few single tail scouts, a few two tails whom were quite competent with weapons despite their young appearance, a few merchants whom had mastered looking like humans, and of course Kohei and his five tattered tails.
Kohei and Sosoru seemed familiar as they sat across from each other, quietly lapping their tongues in the tea. They spoke as a married couple might, the weather, recipes, friends, relations and near future plans that really wouldn't have much of an affect on anyone. I had wondered if I should attempt to join the conversation; however I felt that for my purpose was better suited as a shadow on a pillow rather than a flame in the room. As the oil in the lamps and wood in the fire grew low and dim respectively; Sosoru stood and carried her bowl to a small cut in the floor, as she dropped it in I heard a soft splash and clack.
I leaned over to find that a portion of her house ran over a stream that was used to rinse bowls and rice. Remarkable I thought, such an ideal example of building around nature to accommodate facilities. I probably would've spent a good deal of time examining this natural plumbing if Sosoru hadn't nudged me and nodded towards a bed roll. From her came yet another rough "shuumin " in a voice deeper than I would've ever guessed could come from a small female creature. Taking her advice of "go to bed" to heart, I crawled slowly to the bedroll. It was indeed a human bedroll, though the indents looked as if it had been used as a kind of five Kitsune bed much more frequently than for a single human person. I thanked her for the tea and sleeping quarters, disrobed down to my sleeping clothes then laid down. Sleep came quickly.
I awoke the next morning to a heavy rain and a cold chill in all places except my feet. I reactively reached for the sheets, reflex actions still present from my years before this living in a Yorkshire flat. I grumbled softly as I gripped air, quickly remembering that I hadn't been sleeping in a large bed but rather a mat on the floor of a kitsune's house. It wasn't a grumble that they didn't have blankets mind you, just I had momentarily been expecting a blanket to exist that didn't. Sort of like when one expects an apple cobbler and ends up with turnip soup. So back to what I had mentioned at the top of this paragraph, my feet were surprisingly warm.
I leaned up slightly to observe my feet and wondered if they had been given a (comparatively) tiny blanket, to my surprise there laid a small one tailed fox, laying the way a lazy cat might and sleeping peacefully. I slowly looked around and noticed infact many kitsune had come to the house today. Kohei slowly walked over to me. "The tengu and tanuki....trouble is brewing between them. They've challenged the tengu to a war-game, and the tengu are flooding the roads to assure themselves an easy victory......it's not safe to travel any paths today, but the tanuki should be defeated by tonight and the water level will have gone down."
I nodded in understanding as a second Kitsune climbed on my legs, and then a third. Kohei let a soft laugh pass through his muzzle as he cracked a small smirk. "try to enjoy yourself." was the only explanation he would give for what was going to happen as he walked near Sosoru, giving her muzzle a very gentle nudge.
I watched them as I was slowly covered in a blanket of kitsune. Kohei sat near Sosoru, whom remained on her stomach, moving her head but little else, watching as (to my surprise) a gleam of dark pink began to emerge, Kohei looking rather confident as his desire to mate became quite obvious. I honestly wouldn't say so much it was a desire, as I gauged the expression, perked ears and subtle canid smile, it seemed something he looked accustomed too. Sosoru remained still during this, as if she had already done her part and was only waiting for him. As his erection grew to full length he slowly walked behind Sosoru, who's tails had one at a time folded along her back and sides. To be honest she looked a bit like a garlic clove at this point. Save for a bit of pink to break up the white and grey shades.
If you've ever seen two dogs mate, where the male awkwardly tries to position himself, doing his best with wild thrusts to penetrate, this was absolutely nothing like that. Kohei stood for a moment, then reared up, his paws landing expertly on Sosoru as he slid down, his chest pressing to her lower back. He began to slowly inch forward. It became obvious to me that neither Sosoru nor Kohei were mating simply from the throws of lust or passion. The tip of his member met with Sosoru's relaxed folds and Kohei's arousal slowly began to disappear inside the mature fox hostess. These were two foxes mating slowly, enjoying it to the fullest. They both seemed quite content. I must admit at this time I too was quite aroused. From Kohei and Sosoru's mating; as well as the increasing number of foxes that had piled near me for warmth. One of the foxes near my mid section seemed to notice as a sudden jolt ran down my spine; Fox tongues are incredibly soft.
I remember mentioning something along the lines of "No, it's ok, really...." or some kind of weak hearted response, I was quickly quieted with each lick, each lap of her long flat tongue moving along my length and prodding the tip. I unbuttoned my Pajama bottoms to give her much easier access. My body was somewhat restrained by other Kitsune upon my arms, chest, legs, and even a tail across my neck.
Suddenly the tongue bath stopped. I was brought out of my blissful state with thoughts of worry. had I violated a code of conduct with the Kitsune? Had I gotten myself in trouble? Lost on that train of thought I failed to realize the Kitsune whom had been so lovingly attentive to my carnal needs was turning around. The aforementioned train of thought and worries just as quickly became replaced as the Kitsune lowered herself, fitting her small opening upon my own arousal.
Unlike Sosoru and Kohei, this particular mating was faster, the small Kitsune dug her claws into my waist as her muzzle opened, tongue rolling out as my length reached her deepest regions quickly, her muscles moving along my length to accomplish their task to the fullest: getting the male's seed. I stole a glance at my guide and hostess, by comparison they seemed almost asleep, laying with their tails intertwined and facing away from each other, a tiny pink cylinder between them the only indication they had tied together.
I focused my attention back towards the young unnamed Kitsune whom had taken to servicing me. I could just see her eartips above the other Kitsune laying on my chest and stomach. I hadn't slept with a Kitsune before this, just like for a person finding their fetish for the first time, my orgasm was uncontrollable, I deposited my seed deep inside her clenching body. It seems she too was inexperienced as she gave a long, five second clench, then relaxed herself.
The makeshift Kitsune blanket, coupled with the cold outside and the unexpected events helped lull me back into a deep sleep. I'm not entirely sure how long Sosoru and Kohei's mating lasted, nor did I feel it was my place to ask on such a personal matter. The next day the sky had cleared and the rivers returned to normal. The Tengu had indeed won against the Tanuki as Kohei said. After a breakfast of rice and beans, as well as having all our equipment repaired and cleaned. We left down the south road for the next village. A subtly more energetic Kohei leading the way.
THE END
(Note: The following are single Japanese words I've used selectively. As they came from a freeware translation program they may not be entirely accurate, I apologize for this.
* Kohei = Veteran / old hand
* Zakkoku = Assorted Grains
* Ikinuki = relax / calm down
* Sosoru = Arousal
* Shuumin = Go to bed / sleep)
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Bowser's Royal Foot Slave (Chapter 1) by draconicon
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The story of a wolf named Nathan, captured by Koopas, and brought to the castle of King Bowser to be a slave. Once there, he gets caught up in a number of other things. What's a shrunken wolf to do? - Many things could be said for the Mushroom Kingdom. It could be said that there were many lands
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[
"Bowser",
"Cum",
"Foot Fetish",
"Koopa",
"M/M",
"Macro",
"Micro",
"Mushroom Kingdom",
"Musk",
"Plot Development",
"Reptile",
"Shrinking",
"Slave",
"Story Series",
"Sweat",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464634-bowser-s-royal-foot-slave-chapter-1
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Many things could be said for the Mushroom Kingdom. It could be said that there were many lands that made it up, all different from the others, and that would be true. It could be said that there were many castles that kept it safe, where the soldiers of the kingdom were fortified to keep watch over the land, and that would be true as well.
However, no matter what the tourism department said, the Mushroom Kingdom was not a suitable destination for tourists trying to find new places to see. The reason for this was very simple, and could be summed up in a single word.
Bowser.
The Koopa King had a castle of his own at one end of the Kingdom, but despite the castle itself being something of a smaller one than the others in the land, he had a massive army of creatures, ranging from Goombas to Lakitus to other Koopas such as himself, and they ranged out and about the lands of the Mushroom Kingdom. What they were supposed to do, even the rulers of Mushroom Kingdom didn't know. Sometimes they kidnapped princesses, and other times they just made bothers of themselves at the hubs of travel through the kingdom, occupying the different pipe entrances that would take people from one end of the kingdom to the other.
Most of the time, the people of Mushroom Kingdom found ways of dealing with them, but sometimes, to the bad luck of the victims involved, the Koopa army was able to do what they wanted without interference, and that was the case here.
\#
Nathan stumbled over yet another broken block, almost falling onto his face before he managed to get his balance again. His sudden stumble had pulled on the rope that bound him to the other captives in the train, and they all glared at him for almost pulling them down with him. The glare only lasted a moment before the Koopas leading them along tugged the rope again, but it got the point across.
The wolf sighed and looked at the ground again. It wasn't his fault, really; they had been walking for ten hours already, and the sun was still high enough in the sky to tell him that they would be walking through these rocky mountains for a good bit longer still. The ground was broken and uneven enough for even a well-rested man to have a hard time finding his footing, and Nathan was anything but well-rested at this point.
He was still in shock over the situation, too. How could this sort of thing have happened? He knew that the Mushroom Kingdom had its problems with monsters and creatures like the Koopas, but he hadn't thought that the rulers would let it get this out of hand, capturing simple travelers without the slightest problems with the local law. He wondered just why the rulers let things get this out of control.
His eyes traveled behind him, looking at his fellow captives. Two foxes, a horse, and another wolf walked behind him, their hands tied to the rope that ran through the group, two of them standing to one side of the rope, the other two standing on the other side. They were all as tired as he was, but they still occasionally fought against the tugging of the rope, glaring at the Koopas that led them along.
Nathan had stopped fighting after the first hour. It was just not worth it, considering the strength and numbers of their captors. He turned towards the front of the line. At least twenty Koopas walked ahead, some with green shells, others with red, but each of them grinning to each other in that weird way that they did. It was like they were always happy about something. Well, unless one of them got bopped on the head or the back of the shell. He stifled a little chuckle at the memory of one Koopa that had been under a falling rock. It hadn't hurt the guy, but the red-shelled reptile had almost jumped out of his skin, leaping into the air and leaving his shell behind for a moment.
That hadn't happened since, but the memory of the scare was enough to keep Nathan's spirits lifted, at least a little bit. He felt that he wouldn't get many moments of that sort of levity for a while, and it was good to have them while he could.
He still wasn't sure just why they had been grabbed. The other travelers might have had some reason to be captured - some of them looked somewhat wealthy, at least, and definitely looked better than he did, appearance wise - but he didn't know what the Koopas had seen in him. He wasn't the strongest wolf, and was a little scrawny by the standards of his species. Nor was he that tall, a little bit shorter than usual, and his fur, while well groomed, was no rare color. Was he just a hostage, or brought along to keep the word of what had happened from spreading? That seemed the most likely, but he just didn't know.
Lost as he was in his thoughts, he didn't realize that the scenery had changed until he heard a gasp from behind him. Shaking his head, the wolf looked forward -
And stared at a massive stone structure, sticking out from the mountains around it, and surrounded by a massive lake of lava. Bubbling heat billowed off of the lake, reaching him and the rest of the group where they stood. He felt sweat break out under his fur almost immediately, and he groaned as he pulled his arms up, rubbing his face in instinct. It was already hotter than the hottest summer day that he could think of, and they were still over a hundred feet away from the lava. The Koopas didn't seem to be bothered, though they were starting to shine a little bit with sweat of their own. Apparently even lizards could get a little hot from something like this.
Despite the wonder of the lava moat, and all the work that must have gone into making sure that it wouldn't damage the surrounding area while still protecting the castle, Nathan couldn't take his eyes off of the castle beyond it. It was massive, seemingly carved out of the rock of the mountain itself. Two large hands, tipped with claws and detailed amazingly well, stuck out of the top of the castle, as though they were reaching for something. Just underneath them, forming the majority of the front wall of the castle as well as the gate, was a large carved head. It was like a larger, more dangerous version of a dinosaur or lizard, and among the many stone teeth was a large metal grate, apparently the drawbridge to get into the castle.
While Nathan was awestruck, other members of the group were frightened by the castle. Some of them tugged, and the horse tried to run away. Unprepared for it, the wolf and the Koopas were tugged along for a few feet before the rest of the troops grabbed hold of the rope.
The horse pulled so hard that, for a moment, it seemed that he might get free, either from the rope breaking or from his tugging yanking the Koopas off of their feet. But it was eventually proved futile; fifteen of the Koopas held tight to the rope, keeping the horse from getting away, while the remaining five hurried down the line to him. One of them pulled out a hammer, hitting the horse over the back of the head.
Nathan winced. He could tell that it wasn't a hard blow, as there was no blood and the horse didn't collapse from it, but the horse whinnied in enough pain that he could tell that it wasn't a light tap, either. Tears formed in the horse's eyes, and he glared at the Koopas, but he ceased pulling. Despite the situation, the wolf was almost grateful; that tug had been painful, and felt like he was going to have his wrists sawed off from the pressure on them.
The Koopas glared at them, and the one with the hammer threatened each of them with it as he walked back up to the front of the line. Each of the other captives were cowed by it, flinching back. When he got to Nathan, however, the Koopa smirked a bit. Rather than threaten him with the hammer, he tucked it away and patted the wolf on the back before walking to the front of the line.
That confused the wolf, and more to the point, it worried him. He could feel the glares of the other prisoners drilling holes in his back, and he hunched up his shoulders as he flinched. Shaking his head, he wondered to himself. Why did the Koopa do that? Was it because he'd stopped fighting? Or was there something that he didn't know about waiting for him in the castle, to explain why he had been one of those grabbed?
There wasn't time to think about it, as the castle drawbridge suddenly began to descend. The massive metal fixture swung out and down with a whistle, and it hit the stone with a clang that echoed through the mountain pass, and the vibrations from the impact rattled the ground below their feet. One of the prisoners, the other wolf, actually fell on his ass from the shaking. He growled and got back to his feet immediately, blushing and daring one of others to say anything, but everyone was silent. Not out of respect or compassion, but because of what was coming out of the castle.
The moment that the drawbridge had hit the stone, more soldiers had started emerging from the castle. Their boots clanged on the drawbridge as they walked over the lava moat. Goombas, Koopas, and even a few cloud-riding Lakitus made their way across the bridge, forming up in a line on either side. Most of them had some sort of weapon, save for the Goombas, and they were simply so numerous that there was no chance to fight all of them.
If there had been any chance of escape before, it had effectively been cut off by this massive reinforcement to their escort.
Each prisoner gaped at the number of soldiers. There had to be at least a couple hundred of them. For his part, Nathan stared out of a mix of fear and honest curiosity. If the owner of the castle had this many soldiers, why did he only send out small parties like this one? Couldn't he move out on different places in the Kingdom with so many people? And why did he have them out like this when they'd arrived? It didn't make sense to him. This was more like an honor guard than anything else, and to show that when some prisoners were escorted inside...well, it was weird.
Tugs on the rope reminded him that they were supposed to be going inside the castle, and he jogged forward as the Koopas led the way. The other prisoners followed behind, some of them lagging a little bit until the soldiers pointed their weapons at them. They sped up a bit, but held their heads down, sullen, beaten.
Not Nathan. For some reason, he couldn't really feel anything but curiosity about this whole thing. A part of him actually looked forward to finding out what was inside. Oh, he wouldn't have come here on his own, he wasn't that stupid, but he was ever a curious wolf, and now that he had been presented with something so different and weird, all he wanted to do was figure out what was going on.
Of course, the metal drawbridge did put a little damper on that. As soon as he stepped onto it, Nathan winced. He should have realized. Suspended over a lava moat the way that it was, it was going to heat up rather quickly, and he didn't have thick boots the way that the soldiers did. The horse had some hooves, he knew, and the other wolf and one of the foxes had some shoes, but he was going to have a heck of a time getting over this.
Hopping more than walking, Nathan whimpered a bit as his feet constantly heated up, cooled off, and heated up again. His pads started sweating twice as much as the rest of his body, and he felt the bridge getting more and more slippery. Every step was a balancing act, and if his arms were free, he was pretty sure that they would be windmilling behind him, trying to keep him upright as he made his way across.
Several Koopas and Goombas in the line of soldiers chuckled at him, shaking their heads a bit at his problems. He blushed a bit at that, but kept hopping. Walking would keep his feet WAY too warm, and he wasn't sure if he could make it across without burning himself. They were barely halfway across the massive drawbridge and the fox was already whimpering, yelping now and then when the bridge was hotter than he had expected, and the last thing that Nathan wanted were burned paws. He didn't know how much longer he'd need to walk, and burned pads would make any distance very difficult.
He almost didn't think he'd make it, and he started panting when they were three quarters of the way along the bridge. The heat from the moat was immense, and he didn't know whether to shiver or collapse from the weight of the sweat coating his fur. He could smell himself, and the others in the group. There wasn't one of them that wasn't drenched with sweat, and the air was musky with the smell of their rank bodies. The soldiers at their sides weren't much better, as the Koopas had shiny yellow skin from sweating, and the Goombas were slick and shiny. He couldn't see much of the Lakitus above him, but he would bet that they were pretty overheated as well.
Just when he thought that he couldn't take much more heat under his feet, though, he felt his paws touch down on something that wasn't heated metal. Stone. It wasn't a great deal cooler than the metal, and he probably would have found it uncomfortably warm in another time, but compared to the metal before, it was a cool river along his toes. He literally moaned as his pads touched it, and then blushed as he realized how he sounded. That moan was more like what someone would make in the bedroom, rather than someone just getting some heat relief.
As he looked back at the other prisoners, though, he could tell that they weren't paying all that much attention to him. They were just as happy to be over the bridge, and were panting in exhaustion. The heat had taken its toll on them as well, and from what he could see, the bottoms of the shoes the fox wore had basically been worn away. The wolf as well, for that matter. Only the horse seemed to have made it across the bridge without losing something of his footwear, but looking closer, Nathan could swear that the metal on the horse's hooves had changed shape and color from the heat.
Shivering a bit at the thought of hot metal nailed into his feet like that, and turned his attention back to the castle at hand, moving along quickly when the Koopas tugged him forward.
His eyes traveled along the walls, looking at the different tapestries that covered the stone walls. The ceiling of the place soared high, more than five times his height, and the top of the room, where the ceiling would normally be, was open. Well, partly open. Slits about the size of one of the Koopas could be seen throughout the roof of the castle, and he wasn't sure if it was so that the Koopas could get in and out, for looking up at the sky, or some other reason that he hadn't considered.
The further that they got into the castle, the more soldiers could be seen. Some of them were Goombas, but the majority of them were different varieties of Koopas. However, unlike the ones that the wolf had become used to, these were armored. From head to toes, they wore a shiny dark gray armor, with spikes on their heads and on their shells. Their hands were covered in spiked gauntlets, and they carried spears in those gauntlets. The only similarity that they had with the other Koopas were the same little boots that the others wore. They walked in pairs or fours, moving in patrols through the castles, and anytime they passed by the prison train, they turned their heads and watched them pass with eery red eyes.
After a while, they reached a part of the stone hall that had a red carpet, and the Koopas led them onto that. It was a little softer than the stone, and there was a definite coolness to it that the stones lacked. It was a bit further relief for Nathan, but judging by the yelps of the fox behind him, he was pretty sure that the burned paws didn't appreciate it very much. Considering that the carpet was soft but still made of different fibers sticking up, he was pretty sure that was hell on burned pads. He felt a little luckier; that might have been him if he had stuck to walking along the drawbridge.
Before long, Nathan realized that the red carpet was a way to find one's way through the castle. Their guards ignored several turns down different hallways of the castle, following the red carpet, and when he thought to look at some of the other soldiers that they passed, he could tell that they followed the carpet as well. What were in the other rooms, he wondered? Or were the other paths simply traps, to keep out the intruders that might try and find their way here? He shook his head. He was already curious enough, and each question was only making him more curious.
Stretching on and on, the red carpet took them past several different rooms. One had a slightly open door, and he thought that he heard a few Koopas on the other side. He couldn't see more than a few flashes of yellow, but after a few of the words they said reached his ears, he blushed and ignored it. Well, apparently even the soldiers had needs. They must have needed somewhere to go and deal with them.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to look down at the carpet, and just the carpet. That seemed to be the best and safest thing to do. He didn't want to look like he was overly interested in the castle - what if they thought he was a spy? It might get him killed or something if he did something like that - and he most DEFINITELY didn't want to look in on another room where some Koopas might be...well, working off a little bit of steam. That was their business, and he didn't want to think about that just at the moment. He was curious, but not quite THAT curious.
Intent on the red carpet, he barely realized that the Koopas ahead had stopped walking, or that his fellow prisoners had halted. The tug on the rope was the only warning that he got, and he jerked forward, then backwards, then a little forward again before he managed to make himself still again. The prisoners glared at him for nearly tugging them forward again, and the Koopas in front of him sighed a bit in annoyance. They were all on their knees, Nathan realized when he looked forward. And they weren't in a hallway anymore, he figured out as he looked upwards.
Around them were large braziers, adding to the heat and the stifling warmth that pervaded the castle. Smoke from them rose up to the ceiling, and between the different braziers were more of the armored Koopas that he'd seen throughout the castle. Each one was armed with a spear, and they slowly started to clang them on the floor. The metal clang and stone thud filled the room.
Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM!
Every Koopa in their party had fallen to their knees, and had their eyes fixed on a massive stone seat at the end of the room.
Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM!
Nathan looked around as more torches lit up in the upper rafters of the room, casting light down on banners that hung from the walls. The banners were simple, depicting the same face that made up the front of the castle.
Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM!
The banging and clanging was getting louder, faster, and more frequent, and the wolf felt like there was a pressure in the air, a powerful expectation in a way. The grins of the Koopas were wider than usual, though each one seemed to have a bit of nervousness around their faces as well. Nathan felt himself sweat a bit more, and it had nothing to do with the heat, this time.
Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM, Clang-BOOM!
A red light filled the room, coming from the base of the throne. A pipe, almost like the other ones that filled the land save that it was red rather than green, rose out of the light. It continued to glow for a few seconds, and the clanging suddenly stopped.
Without warning, a large, clawed, yellow scaled hand thrust upwards from the pipe. Another joined it, and they pressed down on opposite sides of it. A loud grunt emerged from the pipe, followed by spikes of white. A green shell and red hair came after that, attached to a hulking, muscled, powerful looking creature. Big and thick, and standing several feet taller than the horse in the prison line, the creature gradually emerged from the pipe, and descended to the throne behind him. For that was what it was, Nathan realized. Not a seat, but a grand, stony throne.
As the creature sat down, the pipe disappeared, and the glow went with it. Laughing in a deep, chortling way, the creature looked down at the Koopas and the prisoners. "Heh, yes, these will do well," the big guy said.
"Yes, King Bowser," the Koopas said.
"Guard, take the rope from them," Bowser said. One of the armored Koopas walked over, taking the rope. The other Koopas bowed their heads and scurried out of the room, knowing that they weren't needed any longer.
Bowser's eyes scanned over the various prisoners, and Nathan felt like he was under a microscope when the king's eyes were on him. There was a great deal of power in Bowser's gaze, and he felt a great deal more nervous. They would do well? Well for what, he wondered.
Before the king could say anything or the wolf could figure it out, the other prisoners took matters into their own hands. Led by the horse, they pulled back on the rope, all at the same time. The Koopa guard was strong, and he held onto the rope longer than Nathan expected him to, but it was all for naught as the rope came free from his armored grip.
The prisoners moved together, though Nathan was dragged along more than he participated. They mobbed the one guard that had held their rope, and somehow managed to get his spear away from him. It was the work of seconds to cut their ropes with the blade at the end, and the horse kept hold of it. With a bellow, he charged up the steps leading to the throne, spear in hand.
His intent was clearly regicide, yet none of the guards stepped forward to stop him. The other wolf was rushing one of the other guards, and the two foxes started to run towards the end of the throne room, but none of the guards moved to stop them.
Nathan had a very bad feeling about this. Despite seemingly being 'free', he remained rooted to the spot. Moving just seemed to be a VERY bad idea.
Just as the horse reached the top of the steps, Bowser grinned. Time seemed to slow as the Koopa King sucked in a breath, and before Nathan's eyes, the big King spewed out a dark yellow cloud of...something. It wasn't fire, but it wasn't a gas either. Rushing from his mouth, it hit the horse immediately and swallowed him up in it, followed by the other wolf. Nathan was hit next,and he couldn't tell what happened to the two foxes, as the yellow stuff kept him from seeing anything other than himself.
The yellow stuff licked at the edges of his body like fire, but it didn't burn. It did, though, tug at him. He could feel the yellow stuff pulling at his fur, pulling at his skin, like it was tugging him down to the ground. Not like a person tugging him to all fours, but like a slow pull all over his body.
Whatever the feeling was like, though, the results were far from slow. Nathan stared as he watched his clothes rapidly become bigger and bigger, and lay over him in a baggier way. He filled it out less and less by the second, and with every moment that went by, he felt like they were going to fall right off of him.
It didn't take long for him to be completely swallowed in his clothes, buried beneath them, and he could no longer simply remain still. Half panicking, half driven by his own damnable curiosity, he wriggled through the cloth, swimming through the wrinkles of his shirt and his pants and his underwear, until he found an opening. He wasn't sure if it was a former sleeve or something else, but it was big enough for him to wriggle out of, and he squeezed through as his body continued to shrink down.
As the yellow 'fire' finally disappeared, he looked back at his clothes. They were massive compared to his new size, and he could tell that he was much, much, much smaller than he'd once been. Comparing himself to the zipper of his pants, he'd say that he was maybe three inches tall, and that was if he was being generous with an inch or so.
The others were nowhere to be seen, but if they had shrunk as much as he had, they wouldn't be, Nathan realized. They'd be so small that the soldiers would have to go out and pick them up. They'd need to be carried to Bowser if he wanted to have them in front of him within the next hour.
Which seemed to be the plan, as one of the armored Koopas reached down and picked him up. The armor was warm against his fur, not quite hot, but definitely warm. He held still as he was carried. With his size, struggling and fighting was the last thing that he should do, if he wanted to live. The others had fought, and he was sure that they'd be punished. Probably a lot more than they'd already been. Regardless, Nathan did NOT want to get himself noticed by the King for further punishment if he could avoid it.
Three other guards joined the one that carried him, walking up the steps to the throne with closed hands. Looking over at the King Koopa, Nathan saw that the horse was held in the king's hand, wielding an ineffectual spear against the king's scaly palm. It was pathetic, the wolf thought. Brave, but utterly pathetic at the same time. He shook his head. Why didn't the horse just give up? It was safer to surrender, and there was no way that they'd be getting out of this now.
The King looked down at him, and Nathan pulled himself to a kneeling position. What the hell, he thought. He was shrunk, he was caught, why show defiance?
He thought he caught a little smile on the King's face out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn't sure, and the grin wasn't there as the King looked around the rest of the captives. "On the floor with them," Bowser commanded, setting the horse down on the floor by his feet just as the guards did the same.
What now, Nathan thought to himself.
As the guards stepped back, Bowser moved faster than Nathan would have thought possible. The King's feet stomped down, catching one fox in place, and smashing the other one into the ground. The one that survived cried out in some pain, squirming around with his head between two toes. The other one didn't have the chance to make any noise, as he was completely covered by the king's foot. The little bit of him that stuck out didn't move, showing that the fox under it was either dead or unconscious.
The others, the horse included, just stared at the stuck furs. Well, in Nathan's case, at the furs and at the feet that covered them. The power behind those feet was just amazing, and the speed that they'd moved at was unnatural. There was something more about this King than met the eye, that was for sure.
But the wolf only thought about that for a second or two before his mind started trying to introduce new thoughts. They weren't entirely unwelcome, but they were NOT appropriate for the situation that they were in, and he shook his head rapidly, trying to get the thoughts out of his head.
While he was doing that, the horse stepped forward, shaking his fist. Idiot, Nathan thought, but didn't say anything as the horse spoke up. "What the hell are you doing?! You can't do this to us, we're - "
"You're pains in my ass at the moment, nothing more and nothing less," the King said. At this height, even a normal voice would be thunderous as it washed over them. The voice of the King Koopa was something else entirely, shaking them on their feet like the winds of a massive storm, and the other wolf fell back again. Nathan almost fell down as well, and it was only through windmilling his arms in the most ridiculous way that he managed to stay on his feet.
Pushing down on the screaming fox, the King chuckled. "What you were won't help you now. I know what most of you are. The secrets that you were keeping as you traveled." A sneaky look filled the large, angry, almost crazed eyes, and the horse and wolf went wide eyed, backing up a few steps. "Yes, I know what you are. And you know that what I'm going to give you is probably less than you deserve. Perhaps I'll keep some of you alive for some later play, but that's something that I'll decide later."
The shouting from the pinned fox continued to fill the air, and the King sighed to himself. "I was hoping that he'd keep quiet." With a shake of his head, the King stood up, and the shrieking cut off. The fox continued to squirm, but the pressure atop him kept any sound from getting free. "That's better. Go ahead and keep squirming, worm. I'll deal with you in my own time."
He was more confused than ever. Bowser seemed to know the horse and the other wolf, and thought he hadn't mentioned them yet, he felt that the King knew the foxes as well. Just what they were, he didn't know, but the King was treating them like criminals. Perhaps they were, but they'd have had to be pretty bad ones to deserve what they were getting, considering that one fox looked like he'd been crushed under the weight of the King's foot, and the other one was gasping for air, his face turning blue.
Yet, despite all of this, the horse took a step forward again. The other wolf tried to grab his arm, but the horse shook him off. Nathan shook his head a few times, wondering if he could get back a few steps without getting the King's eye on him. He looked up. The King seemed rather intent on the horse....
"Do you have something to say, foal?" Bowser asked, a smirk crossing his lips.
"I do." The horse took a few steps forward. Either he was insane or he was insanely brave, Nathan thought to himself. "We don't deserve what you're doing to us. All the things that we did were under the orders of someone else. There's nothing that we did that we wanted to do, it was all what - "
"What you had to do?" Bowser threw his head back in laughter, and for a moment, his foot on top of the fox lifted up a little bit, enough for the fox to breathe, and just barely enough for him to move. He rolled over onto his chest and started crawling as fast as he could. The King laughed, almost standing on one foot at this point, and for a moment, it almost looked like the fox would manage to get free.
But then the moment passed, and the king brought his foot back down. The toes came down on the fox's back, pinning him down on the ground, holding him in place again. The look on the vulpine's face was one of pain, and then fear. Nathan could guess what happened, considering where the toes and the foot had come down. They laid right over the fox's hips and the bottom of his spine. Enough weight there, and not only would the blow paralyze the bottom half of the body, but the pain from it wouldn't register. He winced in sympathy, but said nothing.
Bowser stepped down harder, and the wolf would have sworn that he heard a few other crunches from beneath the King's foot. The yellow foot seemed to expand outwards a bit as weight was put on it, Nathan noticed, and the sides of it were pushed up a little bit by the fox's arms sticking out. Not much, but enough to make slight indentations on the pliable flesh. Indentations visible from this size, anyway.
Still wearing that smirk, Bowser looked down on the three of them. "You think that the fact that you did all that you did on orders makes you not responsible for the outcome? Oh, there will be others that will pay for all the things that you did, but you have your own price to pay." He chuckled, the sound rippling through the stones in a near tickling way under their feet, and then stepped off of the fox.
Nathan's guess seemed to be right. The fox's legs were half the thickness that they'd been, but twice the width. Somehow he had kept them whole despite being under that much weight, but there was no way that he could walk. Maybe he could crawl?
The fox tried, but it didn't work. Shaking his head, Nathan watched as the horse and the other wolf reached down and picked up the wolf, tugging him back from Bowser. The looks on their faces were nothing like they were during the trip to the castle. Back then, they'd been reasonably confident, and though they'd have some fear, it was under control. They'd thought that they could handle the situation. They'd probably thought that they could do it until they'd been shrunk down. Seeing the fox crushed the way that he had been...well, that had broken their spirits.
But not Nathan's. Once more, his curiosity had taken hold, and he was very curious as to how the King had kept the fox in one piece. That much weight should have broken off the fox at the waist, leaving him with nothing but his torso, arms, and head. Yet, while he was crushed below the waist, it was like...like a pancake version of the fox. Just how had that happened?
Still wondering on the state of the fox, Nathan distracted himself from the fearful companions by looking at the other fox as Bowser pulled his foot back. That one was in no better shape, and considerably worse. The way that he looked, there was no doubt that he had died. Flat as a pancake, he was, from head to foot, and his formerly brilliant and bushy tail looked like paper.
The King grabbed him by that thin tail and picked him up. All of them watched as the King licked his lips, and then threw the fox into his mouth. They stared in awe, shock, and in some cases, disgust, as Bowser not only ate the fox, but did it without chewing him up in the slightest. A swallow, and the fox was gone, as if he had never been. There wasn't even a hair left on the ground to show that he had been there, and as the guards took away the clothes - including his own, Nathan noticed with a look over his shoulder - there was no sign that the fox had ever been in the castle.
Though he felt a little nervous, the wolf couldn't help himself. He'd always been curious, and this was driving him insane with it. The group he'd been brought in with were harboring some sort of secret, and he wasn't being told; the King was able to smash people down to pancake size and not rip through them despite his greater weight and size; and he was able to shrink them down with something that he spat out of his mouth. Just what kind of creature was Bowser?
When the King was done licking his lips, he sighed in contentment. "Heh, that was a good little snack." He looked down at them. "Are the rest of you going to be so good, or am I going to have to crush the rest of you the way that I crushed your friend? Or worse?" He laughed, sitting down again. "Oh, that's right, he wasn't a friend, he was just a hireling. How could I forget?"
That was the breaking point for the other wolf. He ran, and he ran as hard as he could off of the dais that the throne sat on. It wasn't a quick run, and Nathan expected the King to get off of his throne and take the few steps needed to catch the wolf as he tried to run down the - to them - man sized steps.
Yet, the King allowed the wolf to run, and fall, and run, and fall. Each step that he ran down forced him to pause for a bit longer, and for a moment, Nathan thought that it was from the impact from the fall, taking its toll on the wolf's body. But that wasn't the case, he found out. The wolf was getting more and more tired, yes, but something else was happening. The wolf's feet...they were growing!
It wasn't by much, but each time that the wolf fell down another stair, they grew a few sizes. After a few steps, they were almost as big as his calves, and after a few more steps, they were almost as long as his legs were. By the time that he had hit the bottom, there was no way that he could move. His feet were as big as he was, and too heavy for him to lift, even if he had the energy to keep moving.
Laughing as one of the guards picked up the wolf and carried him back up the stairs, Bowser leaned forward. He looked the wolf right in the eye. "Heh, I like it when a person has courage to try something that just won't work, but you still need to be punished for what you did. But I'll let you live for a little while longer, to suffer while you're punished." He sat up again, and shouted, "Koopa Kelt!"
A Koopa wearing sunglasses and a blue shell hurried into the room. Almost as a side note, Nathan noticed that this Koopa had a pair of wings on his back, but it was a small thing. "Yes, Your Majesty?" he asked as he bowed at the base of the throne. "How can I serve you?"
"Oh, you are going to get a reward today, Koopa Kelt," Bowser said with a smile. "Take off your boots."
It was clear that Kelt was curious, but he obeyed quickly, kicking off his shoes and revealing his feet, as he had worn no socks. His feet were yellow, as was his skin, and the heat of the castle gave them an oiled, shimmery appearance to Nathan's eyes. They had three toes, each slightly spaced from the others, a little more distance between them than his own had. Well, would have had, if they were proportional sizes.
Even from the distance between them, though, he could smell the sweaty funk coming off of both the shoes and the feet themselves. It was strong, as though the Koopa hadn't taken his shoes off in days, perhaps even weeks. Despite himself, Nathan felt a slight stirring at the sight of those feet, and at the smell that came off of them. He would never have admitted it in present company, but they were...appealing. Secretly, darkly so, but they were.
The other wolf started to squirm in the guard's hand, and squirmed harder as Bowser reached for him. However, rather than taking the wolf, he simply touched the wolf's feet. They shrunk back down to normal, looking positively tiny compared to how they had been. Bowser smirked a bit. "Take the bug over to Koopa Kelt, and put him in the shoes," he directed. He looked the wolf in the eye with a chuckle. "See? You get to live. Oh, wait, one more thing." The King snapped his fingers, and a few little mushrooms just...poofed into his hand, appearing in a puff of red smoke. "We don't want you falling apart too soon."
Against the wolf's will, he was force fed pieces of the mushrooms, one after another. Each time the wolf swallowed, his body flickered with a bit of light, and his fur shifted color for a few seconds. Only when the wolf had eaten and swallowed a full two dozen mouthfuls did Bowser relent, allowing the guard to take the wolf away.
The blue shelled Koopa was grinning, and he fell to his knees again. "Thank you, sir, thank you for allowing me my own little foot slave," Kelt said with a smile. "Praise King Bowser!"
"Praise King Bowser!" the guards echoed the Koopa, much to the King's amusement. At least, Nathan thought it was amusement. He didn't want to think about what else that smile might mean.
The wolf started to scream as he realized what he was going to be put through, and he almost managed to pull himself out of the guard's hand. However, it was futile, as he fell into the shoe just as he managed to get free. Quick as lightning, Koopa Kelt shoved his foot back into the shoe. Whatever shrieks had managed to cross the distance between the Koopa and the throne were cut off as the wolf was smothered by sweaty, slick, hot foot. Nathan's imagination tried and failed to supply him with the mental image of what it would be like in there, but he was sure that it was...interesting.
Koopa Kelt bowed one more time before turning around. He walked out rather than flying out, and one could only imagine the feeling of that foot coming down again and again on a tiny wolf body.
The horse slowly put down the fox and screamed at the King, a hysterical look on his face. "You're going to kill him! You said that you'd let him live!"
"And I am," the King said with a chuckle. "Those mushrooms he ate will let him heal from the damage that his body is going to take with every step. No matter how many times he's walked on, he will heal again within a few seconds, only to feel it again. And again. And again. For twenty four days at least." He shrugged. "After that? Maybe I'll kill him, maybe I'll let him live a little while longer. We'll just have to see how my mood is that day."
The sheer menace and uncaring tone in the King's voice finally cut through to Nathan's emotions, and he felt his own nerves get on edge. It was the first time that he had been this nervous in a long time, and verging on scared. But...but there was something else there. Something that he didn't really understand, and couldn't put a name to. Just under the nerves, just waiting to be understood.
But the King didn't give him time to understand the new feeling. Moving again at a speed that Nathan could hardly comprehend, he managed to snatch up the three of them and hold them in the palm of his hand. Small as they were, they could all fit in his palm easily, and with room to spare. Hell, the other fox and wolf could have stood on here, and they'd still be able to move around comfortably.
"We're going to have a little game," Bowser said, looking down at them. "The game is simple. You are going to fight. The one that wins will have a chance to maybe save his life. The other two will be executed if they manage to survive the fall to the floor." The King looked at the paralyzed fox. "Looks like you're going to be the first to die, worm, but if you hadn't moved, you would have had a better chance." He laughed, and up close, the vibrations from his laughter was nearly strong enough to send the three of them falling from his hand without any further force. "Heh, oh, this is going to be a good show. Now get started, or I'll drop all three of you right now."
Nathan would have thought that the horse would have tried to help the fox a little bit, or at least shield him from anything he'd do. After all, he'd helped him before.
But the horse surprised him, in a nasty sort of way. Without hesitation, he grabbed the fox, picked him up by the neck. Without a second look at the sputtering fox, he threw him over the edge of the King's palm. Nathan's eyes went wide as the fox screamed, falling, falling. Out of sight, the scream cut off, but he had no idea if it was because the fox had died, or any other reason.
He didn't have time to think about it. The horse was upon him in the space of a blink, and he had to fight to keep himself from suffering the same fate. He'd been quiet, still, and compliant so far, but no more. He wanted to live, and he was still following the King's instructions.
The wolf ducked under the horse's grappling rush, and rolled along the King's ridged palm. It had wrinkles on it, he noticed, sort of like a human hand, without the pads that he and other furred creatures had. It made it both easier and more difficult to walk on. There were no pads on it that he could go flying over and get pinned on, but the wrinkles were harder to notice, and easier to get caught in. Particularly when the king flexed his hand, catching the horse's hooves in one such wrinkle.
Tumbling towards the edge, the equine almost looked like he was going to fall over, without the wolf having to do a thing to push him over. But with a quick kick and a spin, the horse recovered. He huffed, his eyes narrowed, and Nathan gulped. The look that he'd gotten, that glare...it wasn't the glare of a normal traveler, or even a normal horse. Just what were these guys, that the King wanted to hurt them so bad?
Both of them walked sideways, keeping their eyes on each other, circling. Nathan felt his way with his toes, with his pads, feeling for safe places to step, and skipping around a bit more than the horse did as a result. It was his one advantage; his paws were just sensitive enough for him to find the safe places to step on, whereas the horse had hooves and metal shoes. Good for kicking, good for a few other things, but crap for feeling one's way around. The horse was forced to look down now and then, and Nathan waited for a time when the horse had to look down for a bit longer than usual.
After a few circles around the King's palm, and dodging a few rushes, the time came. The King had laughed again, his hand tightening, and Nathan had avoided the trapping wrinkles. The horse, on the other hand, hadn't. He stumbled to the side, and his eyes went down to his leg.
He didn't waste a second, Nathan had to give the horse credit. As soon as he realized he was caught, he had his leg up and spinning in a kick, and if Nathan had been a second slower, he would have been caught on the end of it. A kick with that force, and with the metal shoe to go along with it, would have sent him all the way to the edge of the hand, and probably flying past it.
But he was quick, and it flew over his head as he ducked under it. The horse's eyes went wide as Nathan pushed himself upwards, arms extended and locked outwards. The impact felt like it would shove his arms right back into his body, and the horse strained against the tackle. Yet, the momentum of the kick was pulling against him as it spun around, and as the King finally relaxed his hand, the horse went back....back....
Whinnying wildly as he reached the edge, the horse suddenly snapped out his arms. Just as his hooves left the King's hand, his grip grabbed hold of the wolf. Nathan fought against the weight...
And lost, tugged off of the King's hand and into the open air.
He didn't know how long the fall was. It was probably only a couple of feet, maybe as much as six feet for a person of normal height, but for someone that was only three inches tall, it was a great deal more. He thought that they might have fallen about half the length of the fall before something stopped him.
The tug on his tail hurt, and hurt bad, but he was glad enough to stop falling that he wasn't going to complain. He slowly turned his head to look back up, and saw two pointed fingers belonging to a giant yellow hand keeping him from falling. The King had saved his life.
Slowly they were pulled back, and the King looked at the horse. "You lost. And you tried to pull down the winner. Just like you to do something like that." A few little tugs up and down - OW OW OW, Nathan thought to himself as it happened - and the horse went falling down. His scream echoed in Nathan's ears, and he hit the floor hard. He was clearly still alive, but only long enough to see the King's foot come down on top of him. And with that, there were no more screams.
A look to the other foot showed that the fox was under it, crushed just like before, though this time it was far more permanent. He shook his head. He didn't really know them, but it felt...weird, almost wrong to see life taken out that fast, and for reasons that he didn't know.
Slowly the King set him down on his hand, and lifted him up to stand just before his face. "Heh, so you're the winner. I'd say I'm surprised...but I'm not."
"So...what now, your Majesty?" the wolf asked, his voice quiet, his face looking down. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Heh, I'll give you a chance to live. A chance to save your life. What there is of it. If you do what I say."
The wolf slowly bowed his head, looking down at his feet. He had seen how the others had been treated, how they had gotten killed for their defiance, or punished in the case of the wolf. They were stupid, he thought. They had thrown all kinds of defiance against someone who was just too strong to be defied.
Nathan wasn't going to be stupid. Raising his head back up, though not quite meeting the King's eyes, he nodded his head. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, Your Majesty," the wolf said.
"Good." The Koopa King leaned forward and down, and extended his arm towards the floor. The movement was just enough to make Nathan a little worried about falling off, but the slightly raised fingers provided him plenty to grab onto, and he made it down without incident. He jumped the last inch down to the ground, and then turned to face the King. His eyes properly downcast, of course; he didn't want to make Bowser think that there was any defiance in his system at this point.
"You're a different one than those assholes," the King said, gesturing to the horse and fox on the ground. He curled his toes around them, lifting them off of the ground. Grabbing one, then the other, he continued. "You're not so stupid as to think that you're untouchable. That you have some sort of way out, no matter what I might do. I think that the fox had some idea, and I know that the wolf did. But this horse..." Bowser shook his head, and threw the mini-equine into his mouse. Unlike with the fox earlier, he did chew the horse, and Nathan looked away at the little crackling sound of the big reptile's chewing.
The horse went down Bowser's throat with a grunt of satisfaction on the King's part. "Heh, well, at least he was a good snack." He looked down at the fox in his hand, dead and broken, and shrugged. "I'll save him for later. Right now, how about we focus on you?"
"I...I would appreciate that, Your Majesty," Nathan said with a little tremble in his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was find his way into the King's mouth, whether he was alive or dead. The images of his body breaking apart on those sharp teeth...just the thought of that sent a tremble through his body.
Bowser nodded. Nathan watched as he leaned back on his throne, the big reptile looking down at his feet. He examined each of them, looking over the soles, and almost against his will, Nathan did the same. Despite the crushing weight that they'd applied to both foxes, and having picked up the broken horse, neither of them were stained, bloody or otherwise. They were, however, slick and shiny, and as the wolf took a quick look at where they had rested, there were wet spots on the stone. Not visible for long, as the heat evaporated the moisture before his eyes, but it had been there. The thought of how sweaty the feet must have been to leave a mark like that made Nathan gulp, and not in nervousness either.
He could feel himself reacting as he looked back at Bowser's large yellow feet. They were three toed, like the Koopa, but unlike the Koopa, the toes were clawed. There was no way that Bowser could ever wear shoes, he saw, unless they were made in a very different, very specific sort of way so as to keep from being ripped apart by those claws. The skin was chubby, puffy almost. The best way that he could think of it was like a chubby but not fat leg; enough stuff under the skin to slip and give a bit, allowing for a smooth and soft sort of thing, but still strong and powerful at the same time.
The toes wiggled a few times, and Nathan realized that the King was looking at him now, rather than at his feet. The wolf blushed a bit, shaking his head and looking back up at the Koopa monarch. "Um...I'm sorry. Did...did you say something, Your Majesty?" he asked.
"Heh, I didn't, but your body is saying something, my little bug." Bowser used one of his toes to point at the wolf, and Nathan looked down.
His eyes went wide as his face went red with a blush, his hands darting down over his groin, covering up the rising level of pink down there. "Uh, there's....there's an explanation, Your Majesty. Please...please forgive me my reaction, I didn't mean to offe-"
"Offend me? Oh, that's rich, you little insect," Bowser said. He leaned on his throne, an elbow on the arm of the throne, and his chin on his hand. "You think you're the first one to get aroused at my feet? I look through Mushroom Kingdom for little slaves and toys that have your sorts of tastes."
"T...tastes?" Nathan asked, blushing worse.
"Do I have to spell it out for you, worm?"
"No...no you don't, sir..." Nathan muttered, looking down again. It wasn't something that he went around advertising, but he had always enjoyed looking at the feet and paws of different species. In fact, it had been quite the work of self-control to keep from showing a reaction to Kelt's feet and the fate of the wolf earlier, but when the King had started showing off his feet, and when he had a chance to see how magnificent they were...well, there was no way for him to hold back his reaction.
But..."Why are you looking for people with...with my tastes, as you call it?" Nathan would have slapped himself if he could. Asking something like that to the King that held his life in his hands? Or on his feet? Or whatever it might be. Damn his curiosity, it was going to get him killed!
He waited for the foot to come down on him, or for the Koopa King to do something else. If he could shrink someone, he could doubtlessly do something else with the magic that he had. It had to be magic. What else could explain it?
But the foot never came. Instead, he felt a vibration rumbling through the rock underneath him. It was low, but powerful, and he wondered if it was some sort of earthquake or something. However, the shaking only seemed to be present for him, as the guards didn't react. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to look at Bowser again.
The King was laughing. Not very loud, but he was laughing. Deep, throaty, coming from all the way down in his belly, Bowser was laughing, one hand to his stomach and the other on his forehead. The vibrations from the laughter continued to roll through the stones, growing stronger and stronger. It reached the level of a buzz, then a tickle, forcing the wolf to fight to keep from laughing at the tingling tickles to his pads.
Finally, Bowser simply burst out laughing. It echoed through the room, the guards turning to look, but not bothering to react otherwise. Nathan saw nothing more than familiarity in their eyes, like they had seen the King do this many times before. He laughed this regularly? The wolf thought that he must have been a monarch that was grim and grumpy, considering just where he had lived.
Just as the vibrations threatened to knock the mini-wolf off of his feet, they stopped just as suddenly as they started. He tentatively took a few steps from side to side, but they didn't start again.
Bowser shook his head a bit. "Just when I thought you had a few little brains, you prove that you don't have a clue how things work." He gestured to one guard, snapping his finger and pointing to the side of his throne. The guard ran up, armor clanking with every movement and saluted. "Koopa, what do I do with the prisoners I bring here?"
"Your Majesty treats prisoners differently depending on whether they are spies, special offenders, or toys, sir." The Koopa stood with his spear at his side, and banged the butt of it against the floor at the end of his answer.
Shaking his head, Bowser rubbed his forehead with one massive hand. "I do NOT have the smartest subjects," he muttered under his breath. It was quiet enough that Nathan doubted that the Koopa might have heard it, particularly considering the helmet that he wore, but he definitely heard it. Speaking up, Bowser said, "What do I do with my TOYS, Koopa?"
"You use them to relax, sir," the guard said, clanging the spear again. "You use them to relax your feet after a long day of deal with the Mushroom Kingdom, sir."
"That will be all, Koopa," he said. The guard saluted again and returned to his place on the wall. As he walked away, Nathan noticed that he had one unarmored part, the tail that stuck out from under all the armor in the back. Unlike the skin of some of the other Koopas that he'd seen, ones that weren't wearing armor around the castle, that little bit of exposed skin didn't shine with sweat. It was drenched with it. One could only imagine how soaked the Koopas were inside of the armor, if the only exposed piece was that hot and wet.
Bowser cleared his throat, and Nathan turned to look back at the King again. "You see? That's what you're going to do. I'm running through pipes and all across my land and castle during the day. I need a little toy, a little slave, to help me unwind during the night. And it helps if this particular toy has a particular taste. Get my drift?"
He did indeed. A toy with a foot fetish would serve a King much more eagerly in that way than anyone else might, though the skill really depended on the different person involved. But it was clear that Bowser wanted eagerness more than he wanted skill, otherwise, why would he go after people with....tastes?
But that begged another question, and it was out of his mouth before he could stop himself from asking. "How did you...well, did you know about me, before I got here?" Nathan asked.
The King chuckled again, and Nathan leaped from foot to foot to keep from being tickled by the vibrations going through the stone. "Heh, I have my ways of knowing things. You didn't think that shrinking things down was the only thing I could do, did you?"
"Well - "
"Don't answer, maggot, that's not what you're here for," Bowser said. He crooked a finger. "Come closer. Get right between my feet." As Nathan approached, the King wiggled his toes as he continued to talk. "I said that you were going to get a chance to earn your life. A slave's life, yes, but you're going to have the chance to survive, while the rest of your group died. Except the wolf. But he might die anyway, I haven't decided yet."
The wolf nodded his head in understanding. He had to jog a bit to get between the King's feet quickly, but he did it. The toes danced at either side, about four footsteps away in either case - for him, at least - and he could smell the rank musk coming off of them. He had thought that the potent smell coming from Kelt's feet and shoes had been strong, but this was something else. It was...well, it wasn't offensive, in any way. It might have bothered some wolves, or other species, but it didn't bother him in the least. The sweat had a salty odor to it, but it also burned in a way, hot, almost spicy. Maybe it was the smoky heat of the castle from being around so much lava, he thought to himself. That would probably affect the King's odor after so long. Or maybe it was something that he'd come across during his travels through the Kingdom. Nathan had by no means explored all of it, but there were places that smelled just plain weird, and Bowser might have absorbed a smell that he hadn't found yet.
One foot slowly lifted up, and Nathan's eyes were glued to it as it went over his head, suspended by the King's own whim. "May...May I lay down, Your Majesty?" he asked.
"Heh, you better, or you're going to become a little red stain at the foot of my throne," Bowser said. He wiggled his toes again, and the smell wafted down to the wolf. This time, he couldn't hold back his reaction, and he moaned softly as his member sprang to full erection. He just couldn't stop it anymore, but at least nobody could see it. He was so small that only the King would be able to see him clearly, and he was at an angle where his cock was invisible even to Bowser.
He laid himself down in a hurry as the foot started descending, and he only just managed to spread himself out on the rock when the foot came down on top of him. It was massive, and easily covered his three inch body. The only thing that he could move was his head, and that was only because Bowser had put his foot down in a way that let his head come up between the yellow toes.
Of course, that also placed his head right at the rankest spot, too, considering the pungent odor that came off of the feet. Nathan groaned as his nose brushed a musky pool of sweat between the King's toes, some little bit of it getting into his mouth and in his nostrils. He huffed softly, puffing some air out of his nose, just blowing the moisture away so that it didn't get sucked into his lungs. Held where he was, it was humid enough, the heat of the castle combining with the sweat on the King's foot to make it feel like he was wading through a hot spring.
"Heh, I'll let you start with licking the space between my toes clean, little bug," Bowser said. He fanned his toes out before curling them, and Nathan stared as the claws dug into the stone of the castle floor. To his shock, they didn't scratch the stone, nor did they drag along it. They burrowed right into the rock, cutting through it with a simple, deadly sharpness. "Don't make me wait, though. I want to feel that tongue, to know that you're eager to embrace your new life as the Royal Foot Slave."
Nathan didn't need further incentive. He would have dived into servicing this foot without the threat, of course, but now he had a particularly good reason to do a great job. His tongue darted into the puddle of sweat between the toes, and he started licking away.
It was thick and hot on his tongue. Clean, potent, salty man-sweat, oozing out over the course of the day, and soaking into the skin itself after it had come out. The saltiness made him all the more eager to keep licking it off, both making him more thirsty and soothing his thirst at the same time. Barely made any sense, even in the part of his mind that rationalized it, but he went with the reason.
The rest of his body was pinned down totally, his arms and legs unable to move with all of the weight pressing down on him. The pressure was constant, steady, save for when he paused too long to catch his breath in licking. Then the King leaned forward a bit, the heel of his foot coming off of the ground and pushing down with a greater weight on his body. It wasn't enough to damage his body, he was sure, but he could definitely feel the warning behind it, and he got right back to work.
His earlier thought about the King's foot had proved more or less correct. It was puffy and soft, smooth and slick against his body. His body made an indent against the underside, and he felt like, if he had a different set of eyes looking at the foot from underneath, he'd see something like a snow-angle...only in the bottom of a foot instead of in the snow.
But that was a passing thought, as his mind only had the energy and focus to think about two things. The first was the feeling of the sweat and musk on his tongue, the taste and smell blowing through his mind. It was powerful, and manly, and it almost obliterated his thought, pushing him to do nothing more than to nuzzle and lick at the King's foot. And there was always more for him to get, as the heat of the castle made the King sweat out more to replace what he had licked up.
The second thing was the ever-present feeling of his erection pressing up against the underside of the King's foot. Nathan didn't moan - he couldn't moan, not with his mouth full and his tongue ever busy - but he was sure that Bowser could feel that little extra push up against his foot. He hadn't made any sign of noticing it, not in his facial expression or in any words, but the wolf was sure that the King knew just how much he was turned on, and just how much he loved being down where he was. It was only a matter of time, he thought, before the King pointed it out.
So far, though, it hadn't happened. And he would continue as though it wouldn't.
Without warning, the King lifted his foot up again, and Nathan gasped as the pressure came off of his body. It hadn't been so bad when it was constant, but with it removed, he could feel just how stressed his body was. His ribs ached, and his lungs hurt as he breathed in without restriction for the first time in minutes.
"HAHAHA! This little bug is better than the last one!" Bowser laughed.
A soft 'puft' caught Nathan's attention, and the wolf turned his head a bit. A small red mushroom had landed near him, just barely within reach. "You'll want to eat that, worm," Bowser said. "Unless you want to die from what I'm about to do."
That was enough reason for Nathan. He grabbed hold of the mushroom, jamming it into his mouth and swallowing it as fast as he could. It was a little bitter, but there was a spice to it as well. Not much, but enough to wake his mouth back up. Sort of like a gooey, warm sorbet to clear his palette, he supposed.
He felt his body flicker for a moment, his fur going white, black, brown, white black brown, whiteblackbrown, until it settled back down to normal again. A little dizzy, he groaned, shaking his head to try and clear it.
However, he had barely shaken his head once before he saw the foot coming down. And this time, the descent was as far from slow as it could be. This wasn't simply stepping on him, this was a full on stomp, a trampling. Nathan started to throw up his arms out of instinct, knowing that it would be futile. He thought that he'd done a good job; why was Bowser trying to stomp him now?!
The big yellow foot slammed down on him with an immense level of pressure, and Nathan was sure that he was going to go straight through the stone from the pressure. He closed his eyes, wondering how it would feel when his body split apart, when his bones were crumbled into dust, when his life was snatched away from him in this stomp.
Oddly, there was no feeling other than a massively higher level of pressure, and that felt...way too good. He blushed, feeling his erection throbbing with need, his body reacting to the presence and pressure of the foot with a massive wave of increased arousal, not at all decreased by pain.
In fact, there was no pain. There should have been - should have been a LOT of it just before his ability to feel things was extinguished - but there wasn't the slightest trace of pain. Hell, the only discomfort he felt was from his head being trapped under the big puffy foot, and that wasn't more than a bit of annoyance compared to what he should have felt.
The foot ground against him, rubbing back and forth like he was a miniature doormat. Every rub ground against his cock in a very pleasurable way, and he moaned against the foot flesh. Sweat, droplets of them, rubbed into his fur and soaked it with the scent of the King, and he panted as he was pinned and rubbed, ground and marked with the smell of his new ruler.
Just as he was on the verge of a climax from being rubbed against, ground against, the foot lifted off of him again. He panted, groaning, moaning, begging in the form of whimpers and yelps for the foot to return, but all he got was a chuckle from Bowser's throne.
As the King laughed, Nathan took the time to look at himself. He was completely intact to his shock. A little bit flatter than he should have been - alright, he was almost a pancake - but before his eyes, his body pulled back together, rising back up to what his normal shape was. Well, his three inch tall normal shape. He completely reformed in the space of a few seconds, as if he had never been stomped on.
"I think you'll need a few more of those later, little bug," Bowser said. His voice was more satisfied, more relaxed than it had been earlier. Probably working out his frustrations with a stomp on a living thing and then grinding it into the ground had gotten his stress out a bit, Nathan would guess. He knew that it would work for a lot of people.
But he didn't think about it long. The foot came down again, this time trapping his head under the arch. "Go ahead and keep licking, flea," Bowser commanded. "You got the toes and a bit of the bottom, but you still got a long way to go. I want to feel every lick you make, too, so dig in. Be enthusiastic. You're doing good so far, but you still have a ways to go."
Nathan nodded his head, turning his attention back to the royal foot. It pinned his legs down again, but this time his arms were free. His head stuck out from the arch, pointing out at a ninety degree angle from the toes, which wiggled impatiently for him to start. Taking his cue from the toes, he set to work, using his hands to pull on the skin a bit, pull the wrinkled flesh out smooth so that he could get at the cracks, lick at the moisture that he would miss otherwise.
His attention was focused on the foot in general, but he still could hear the King above him. He didn't talk, but he was pretty sure that Bowser let out a moan now and then. It wasn't for sure or anything, but it encouraged him. He was doing a good job, and his monarch was enjoying his efforts. He grinned, and redoubled his efforts, dragging his tongue along the musky, soft flesh as quickly and as firmly as he could. He dragged the skin along with his licks, little bits at a time, true, but enough for the King to be able to feel it, he hoped.
And all the while, as he licked, he felt his cock throb further under Bowser's foot. It was a consistent, persistent distraction, and more than a few of his own moans were due to it rather than the licking and the taste on his tongue, but he did his best to ignore it. If he lived through this, he'd have a chance to get off later, but if he didn't pass the examination, then it really wouldn't matter that he had gotten off somehow.
So he threw himself fully into the work of getting the Koopa King satisfied. He ground his face against the arch, rubbed at the foot when he wasn't licking at it, massaged it with his entire body. Every move that he made had some purpose in getting the King more comfortable, more satisfied with his service. Every now and then, he could feel the King's foot rolling around a bit, grinding against him, rubbing him, sometimes even shifting the weight on him in a way that almost made him feel like his bones were going to be crushed, but he didn't let that distract him. He only worked that much harder, digging his tongue along the smooth, giving flesh, drowning in the musk of the large, sweaty foot.
His world was a large yellow foot, and he lost count of the amount of times it shifted over him. Sometimes he was completely covered, other times his legs stuck out, and still other times his head. But at all times, some part of his body was covered by Bowser's large yellow foot, and at all times, he could hear the toes drumming against the stone floor. The wolf's arousal was the highest he could ever remember it being, but that was subsumed in the need to relax, pleasure, and please the King's foot. It was his only purpose.
He had been working on the bottom of the middle toe when the foot lifted off of him again, and he waited for a few seconds for the foot to come back down, barely cognizant of any other possibility. When it didn't, he slowly opened his eyes again, panting desperately for some unrestricted air, unable to speak from the lack of it at the moment.
The Koopa King looked down at him with a little chuckle. "Well, you may be nothing more than a worm, a little bug under my feet, but you work hard, I gotta give you that." He snapped his fingers, and two guards walked up to him. "Take this bug to my chambers. He's passed his test. Give him a little bit of food, make sure that he's got a good little spot to rest, and then get back here." Bowser smirked at the wolf as he was lifted off of the floor in an armored fist. "I'll be seeing you later, but right now, King stuff calls. Congratulations. You're the new Royal Foot Slave."
Nathan tried to say something, but his mouth wouldn't work right. He barely had the ability to pull his tongue back into his mouth, and that took a good bit of willpower and strength to keep in. Exhausted. He must be exhausted, considering how he swayed on his feet when the hand holding him up was completely still. Just managing a bow, he then fell on his ass on the armored palm. "....Ow..." he muttered softly to himself. Even saying that hurt his jaw a bit.
"Heh. We'll have to make sure you get a little more stamina, so you can work on both of my feet in one session," Bowser smirked. Nodding to the guards, he watched them as they took the wolf out of the throne room, and back to...well, Nathan didn't know. His eyes closed as soon as the guards turned him away from Bowser.
He must have fallen unconscious at some point, because when he opened his eyes again, he was laid out in a small cage. He leaped to his feet, or at least tried to. When he jumped up, he just fell on his face. Thankfully the bottom of his cage was lined with a thick blanket, allowing him to land without injury, but it still was embarrassing and stung his dignity just a little bit.
Pulling himself up to a sitting position, Nathan slowly turned his attention to the room around his cage. There was a lava fountain of all things in the middle of it, and the heat from that made the room absolutely sweltering. He already had his tongue back out, panting at the feeling of being pushed to such a high heat, but he did his best to ignore the heat for the moment. More important was the water that he noticed in the back of his cage. He'd need to get some of that later, just to make sure that he wasn't dehydrated, but he wanted to know more about his situation before he went for that.
His cage sat on a small table that was next to a bed, it seemed. The bed itself was big, but if it was Bowser's, then that was sort of a given. There was a patch in the center, covering some sort of emblem that had once been on the center of the blanket, or some design, he didn't really know. But there had been something there, and it had been ripped off and repaired. The bed was covered by a top, with some curtains that could be drawn around it. Privacy curtains, he imagined.
The rest of the room was rather spartan. His cage was on the solitary nightstand next to the bed, and there was a small table at the other end of the room against the wall. A few chairs were against the wall, probably to be drawn out when the King was entertaining someone, but for the moment unused, and dusty enough to make it look like it had been unused for some time.
Nathan slumped down against the blankets in the cage, panting from the heat, but barely noticing that he was doing it. Since entering the castle it had become an unconscious reflex from the heat, and he would probably not stop unless he was taken to a cold room. But those were things he'd consider another time.
What he needed to figure out now was simple. How was his life going to go?
Bowser had mentioned that there had been other toys for him before Nathan had showed up. Did the King stomp and eat them when they became boring, or were they let free? If it was the latter, how long did he have to work before he was let out? And if it was the former, then what sort of things bored the King? Either way, he needed to be on his toes if he was going to make it out of here alive. Or just remain alive, for that matter.
Well, until Bowser or someone else entered the room, there was no way for him to get any answers. He'd just have to wait, and hope that things turned out for the best.
In the meantime, he needed to get some refreshment. Sweat was good in the heat of the moment, but it didn't do a darn thing for his body when it came to hydration. Standing on shaky feet, he slowly made his way across the cage. It was at least a big cage. There was a padded pile of cotton on one side of the cage, which he assumed was his bed, and a sheltered spot at the other end where he could...well, he could only assume that was for him to do his business in. At least they gave him privacy for that.
But his attention was focused on the water cup that was on the opposite corner from the sheltered toilet area. It was a small raised area, attached to the side of the cage, and as he dunked his hand into the water for a drink, he was amazed to find the water was not only not hot, but cool. No, not just cool, but COLD! He gasped and dunked his head into it, stifling an underwater moan at the feeling of the water soothing all the heat that he felt.
Pulling his head back, he sucked down mouthful after mouthful of water, the cool water comforting him and making him feel a little more relaxed. He took a few handfuls, holding the water over his head before letting it fall down over his fur. It was cold, chilling him to the bone, but the heat of the lava and castle itself had seeped into his bones as well. It wasn't a full chill, nor was it completely comfortable, but it was enough to let him stop panting for a little while, at least.
Taking advantage of the cold, he walked over to and sat down on the cotton pile on the other side of the cage. Leaning back on it until he fell onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling, shaking his head. "Why did he want me?" Nathan asked. That was what it boiled down to, really. There had to be others in the land that had foot fetishes. Maybe not many in the Mushroom Kingdom proper, considering how uptight they had been when he had passed through, but there had to be a couple, at least .People that were local, and knew more about this than he did. Why did Bowser have to catch him?
As he thought, the heat burned away the cool chill from the water, and despite all of his self control, he couldn't quite keep his eyes open. Slowly, they drifted shut, and as they drifted shut, he drifted off. His last thought before he fell asleep was a repeat of what he had been asking all day.
Why me?
\#
Awareness came with a thump, a loud one, and the vibrations spread through the floor, up the nightstand, and through the cage. Despite all the distance that they had covered, the vibrations were still enough to knock him off of the cotton pile, colliding once more with the soft blanket that covered the bottom of his cage. Though softened, he had still landed on his face, so he immediately rolled over with a cry of pain, rubbing his muzzle quickly, but softly. "OW!" he shouted. "What the hell?!"
"Do you really want to talk to me like that, worm?"
Nathan froze in place at the sound of the familiar voice. He had half convinced himself that the last night had been nothing more than a dream. That the entire day had been nothing more than a dream, though a kinky one. But the voice...
Slowly, he opened his eyes. Looking through the top of the cage - which didn't have a lid, he noticed - was Bowser's face. He wore a grin still, and his teeth were all on display. "Good morning, slave. Did you like your first night in your new home?"
"Um, it was...it was quite comfortable...and the water was very good," he said with a quick nod. Pulling himself to his feet, he bowed his head and put his hands behind his back respectfully. "What...what can I do for you today, Your Majesty? Do you need me to be underfoot again, or anything else?"
"Look at me, little bug."
Almost against his will, Nathan looked up. The King shook his head at him. "Good taste in feet or not, you're going to take a while to break in properly." He reached into the cage, and Nathan held still as the big yellow fingers wrapped around him. The claws were a different temperature than the skin itself, each of them feeling a little bit cooler than the skin that they were attached to. He held still as the fingers tightened, preventing movement, holding his arms and legs tightly to his body, but not really hurting him.
Nathan was thankful for the way that the King held him, considering that it was pushing him forward rather than swinging him around like most people did when they walked around. He looked over his shoulder at Bowser, wondering where they were going, but the King was quite silent. He did, however, have a smile on his face that made Nathan a little worried for whoever the King was thinking about.
Since his head was out in the open rather than hidden behind a metal gauntlet, Nathan could see a little more of the castle than he could the day before. It was interesting seeing it from a smaller perspective, he had to admit. The tapestries on the walls were huge, and if he had was placed on them, he'd be smaller than most of the different bugs that walked along it. The thought that he was a good little snack for spiders occurred to him, and he shivered in Bowser's grip. What little thought that he had of moving around without a guard with him, or the King, disappeared in the space of a second. If spiders would be the right size to eat him or hurt him now, then he didn't want to think of what else was in the castle that could take care of him without someone on hand to help him.
Minutes passed, five, ten, fifteen, and the two of them were still walking. The wolf looked over his shoulder again. Bowser's grin hadn't abated in the least, and he wondered just what the big guy was thinking about to make him grin that much. He almost opened his mouth to ask the King about it, but he managed to stop himself from asking. He had to shove his head down against the King's hand, of course, trapping his mouth shut while his common sense caught up to his mouth, but he managed it.
He'd had some time to do a little thinking, and the first thing that he needed to do was put a cap on the curious questions for a little while. The King would tell him what he needed to know, he was sure, but asking about things that he didn't need to know might stress the King out. A stressed out giant lizard was not the best thing to see in the best of times, and when he was the foot slave, liable to be trampled anytime, it didn't pay to have the person responsible for seeing you survive angry at him. Curiosity would just have to wait.
Besides, he could tell that they weren't going to the throne room. The red carpet was elsewhere, a good five halls back the way that they had come. The rooms that they walked through were dark, and Bowser walked in different directions with each hallway. In fact, now that Nathan thought about it, the King hadn't walked in a straight line since he had left the red carpet.
Curiosity beckoned again, and he forced his face back down against the warm, yellow fingers again, keeping his mouth shut. No, no more questions!
Bowser stopped when they were in another archway, and looked down at him. "What's the matter with you? Did you have some fleas of your own that shrunk down with you or something?"
"Sorry, Your Majesty. I'm just trying to keep from asking stupid questions," Nathan said. They weren't stupid to him, but they could be stupid to the King.
"Heh, good. Glad you know your place. You are just here to lick my feet and help me get rid of some stress. Make sure you remember that, and you'll be able to live for a lot longer," Bowser said. He looked up, turning his head from side to side. Eventually, he smiled and started walking again.
"You know," Bowser said as he walked along, "I was a little surprised to see someone so suited to my needs next to the people I wanted to capture."
The wolf cocked his head to the side. "Your Majesty?"
"You know what I mean. You are a foot slut, worm, and don't you deny it. It's part of your charm that I keep you for," Bowser said. The wolf bowed his head. "That's better. Now, why don't you tell me why you were spending time with those four? They didn't seem to like you much, and you don't seem to be too annoyed about them all being dead."
"Except for the wolf."
"Except for the - Don't interrupt." Bowser squeezed him tightly enough that Nathan groaned, feeling his ribs pushing inwards in a way that he definitely didn't like. He nodded quickly, and the King loosened his grip. "Now why were you with them? It was convenient, but I don't like convenience so much that I'm going to ignore just how easy I was able to kill two birds with one stone."
"I...I was just traveling, Your Majesty," Nathan said, coughing a few times as he sucked in air. God that had hurt. He didn't know how much of his strength Bowser had used with that squeeze, but the King hadn't seemed all that bothered by what he did. Definitely had to watch what he said and did, Nathan thought to himself. The King could squish him easily, and he didn't need his feet to do it. "I was just traveling through the Kingdom, and I met up with them during one night of camping out."
"Met up with them? You had no plans to meet with them?" the reptile asked. His eyes focused on the wolf, and Nathan had a hard time not flinching away from the power behind that glance. "You weren't planning on meeting with them and traveling to do...something?"
"No, no, I swear. I don't even know their names." And that was the truth. They had shared the same campsite for a night, and then they'd been captured the next day. There hadn't been any time to learn names. "We were just traveling in the same direction. I was heading for the pipe that would take me on to the next Kingdom over, and we were caught by your Koopas before we were halfway there."
The King looked at him contemplatively, the look on his face considering, but there was no evidence whether he believed or disbelieved Nathan's story. The wolf considered begging, but he forced himself to stay quiet. Begging might work if the King still didn't believe him, but there was a fine time for begging. Too late, and one didn't have a chance to say anything. Too early, and it made a case against one. As long as the King wasn't trying to kill him, he wasn't going to start begging yet.
It seemed to be the right choice, as Bowser relaxed his grip a little bit, allowing the wolf a little bit easier breathing. "Alright, I think that I believe you. Enough to not kill you yet, anyway; it'd take me too long to find a replacement for you already, anyway."
They stopped in front of a large wooden door, and Bowser pushed the door open slowly. Inside was a large map on a circular table, and around that table were various Koopas and Goombas, most wearing some sort of hat or badge or other symbol of authority. All of them bowed or saluted when Bowser walked in, clearing a spot for their King at the side of the table.
Bowser set Nathan down on one of the shelves around the room. "Do some cleaning or something," Bowser said with a negligent wave of his hand. Walking over to the table, he started talking in a hushed voice with the other assembled soldiers.
After brushing some of the dust that came off of the shelf and soaked into his fur, Nathan leaned forward a bit, trying to listen in. Most of the words exchanged between the soldiers were quiet, hardly heard, but he could tell that they were talking about the map on the table, where certainly people were on it.
It took a little work, but if he walked all the way to the edge of his shelf, grabbed hold of one of the books that were placed on it, and leaned over to the side as far as he could, he could make out a few geographical landmarks. Nathan couldn't tell what some of them were, as the mark for them was unfamiliar and the words that told what they were named were upside-down or blocked from his sight, but he could tell what one of them was. It was marked the same as the castle they were in, and it was far enough north to match where this one was.
So, it was a map of Mushroom Kingdom. He looked at the different Koopas and Goombas. They had different hats than he was used to, but the way that they walked, the way that they talked. Could they maybe be the generals of the Koopa army?
If that was true, then they might have been talking about some war, some fighting that they were preparing for. This was big stuff, Nathan thought to himself. If that was the case, then there had to be some bigger reason behind taking the four other travelers yesterday. What might they have been?
Before he could pursue that line of thought much further, the door to the room burst open, the force of the door hitting the wall almost enough to knock him down from his shelf. He actually did fall a little bit, and he had to grab the edge of the shelf and kick at the air for almost a minute before he was able to get back up. Finally he hooked one foot on a splinter and managed to push himself up the rest of the way, and he spent a few seconds on his knees, huffing and puffing in relief. "Gotta...remember...my new size," he muttered to himself.
The wolf slowly turned to the table again, but nobody was around it. Bowser and the others had run out of the room at high speed, leaving him alone.
Nathan was almost offended, except that this meant that he had a chance to check out the table without being interfered with. Finally, a chance to indulge his curiosity without getting in quite as much trouble as just directly asking King Bowser.
Still...how to get down?
He eventually found out that the books on the shelf had a nice quality to them. They were all bound together by string and rope. It took some work to get the first knot undone, but once it was free, then the string came free easily. He undid one book, then another, and three more before he judged that he had enough to get down from the shelf to the floor about seven feet below. It wasn't much of a distance for a normal person, but he had no illusions about himself. Whatever Bowser had done to shrink him had left him as vulnerable to falls as anyone else falling from a height ten times this one. Perhaps more vulnerable, at that. He was taking no risks.
Tying the string rope to the back end of the book shelf, he threw the other end over the edge. It fell, and fell, and fell, until it finally came to a stop a little bit above the floor. The wolf couldn't quite tell how far it was above the floor, but he figured it was less than a foot above it. That would have to be good enough.
Holding onto the rope, he jumped off of the shelf. He swung back and forth a few times as he slid down the string rope a bit, but it held his weight, and soon he stopped swaying back and forth. "Good, good," he muttered under his breath. That part worked. Now he just hoped that knot held until he reached the bottom of the rope.
Hand over hand he climbed down, gradually making his way down. It was easy enough to start, but he soon started to feel the burn in his arms as he made his way down. The rope swayed, too, back and forth with each length of his body down he moved. That wasn't much either, at least to start, but the further down the rope he got, the more he started to sway, his weight forming a pendulum at his location. He was only halfway down before he was swinging back and forth - what seemed to him - a massive distance, and he flinched a few times when he was sure that he was going to hit the wall.
Eventually he did hit the wall, and the impact knocked the breath out of his lungs. He clung tight to the rope, though, and held still. He waited, letting the rope start to calm down before he dared to continue.
However, as the rope stopped and he got ready to continue his descent, he heard some footsteps outside the door. He froze, slowly turning his head over his shoulder. It was dim enough that he didn't think that he'd be seen in this corner, but movement would give him away if he wasn't careful. He really should have stayed completely still, not moved at all. That would have been the safest thing to do.
Yet, his curiosity was so strong that he couldn't help himself. Cursing himself for every bit he moved, he looked out into the hall.
It wasn't Bowser that had returned, nor was it one of the generals. It wasn't even one of the regular soldiers. Instead, it was a winged Koopa. He wore sunglasses, and, save for the fact that he had a red shell rather than a blue one, he was the spitting image of Koopa Kelt from the last night. The winged Koopa looked back down the hall he'd come from before slowly stepping into the room and shutting the door. It clicked shut, and Nathan gulped at the thought that he might be locked in a room with someone that he didn't know, that might not have his best interests at heart.
The Koopa fluttered over to the table, and stood on the edge of it, looking over the different dispositions of models on it. Nathan, unable to dampen his own interest, looked at it too. There were different forces on the map, some marked as Koopas or Goombas, and others marked as Toads, and a few other units. It looked like it was a map of all of Mushroom Kingdom's forces, as well as Bowser's own army.
But there were some other pieces that didn't match up. Some things that didn't match the different armies. Two or three different colored and shaped units were on different parts of the map, clustered together rather than spread out.
He ripped his eyes away from them to look at the Koopa again. The red shelled lizard had stopped looking over the map, and pulled out a piece of paper. Writing on it, he seemed to be taking notes of the way that the forces were out on the map.
"A spy?!" Nathan gasped. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd done, and he slapped one hand over his mouth.
It was too late. The Koopa looked up from his paper, and his eyes went wide too behind his sunglasses . He wrapped up the paper quickly and took to the air again, flying away from the table and towards the miniature wolf. "You saw that, huh?" he said, his voice quick, clipped, a bit high pitched. He extended one hand, seemingly in slow motion to Nathan's eyes. "Well, I can't let you tell the King that he's got a few of us to worry about. Heh, goodbye!"
Nathan wasn't sure if it was his arm that gave out, or that he had actually let go of the rope. However, whichever it was, he found himself falling down from the rope. The yellow fist closed above him, right where he had been on the rope, and he heard a muttered curse as he continued to fall.
He fully expected to die, but he hit something on the way down. Papers, piled together. The shove from the Koopa's fist must have pushed him off to the side just enough to land on them rather than continue his fall towards the ground. It shocked him, surprised him, but he was happy for it.
He rolled off of it and hit the ground running, hearing the footsteps of the Koopa behind him as the red shelled lizard landed. Hands grabbed for him, and fingers tried to trap him. Nathan jumped and dodged around them as best he could, dancing around the room.
An idea grabbed him, and he ran at the table. The Koopa chased after him, slow boot steps nevertheless feeling like a metronome of fate. Nathan panted as he picked up speed, running as fast as he could. He heard the steps get closer, and closer, and he put on more speed. He felt like he might make it, but what he would do when he got there -
Was immaterial. Just as he tried to leap from the floor to the cover of the table, the Koopa grabbed him from behind. The grip was tight enough to make breathing difficult, and Nathan groaned as he was lifted off of the ground, pulled up to look the Koopa in the face. His reflection in the sunglasses was not flattering; dust covered, panicked, sweaty and ragged, he looked more like a rat than a wolf.
The sunglasses came up, and the Koopa looked at him with a grin, a smirk, evil, in a way that Bowser's grin somehow hadn't looked. "Heh. Finally got you. Question is...how to get rid of you?"
Nathan threw himself from side to side in the Koopa's grip, but despite all of his squirming, despite how slick his fur was with nervous sweat - and normal sweat for that matter - those yellow fingers clenched tightly around him. Whatever little gain he got was negated by a simple finger on top of his head, pushing him back down into the Koopa's hand.
For the first time since he was shrunk, Nathan felt truly helpless. No matter how much he moved, all his progress could be negated by a simple touch. No matter how much he tried to think of a way out, the Koopa was going to squeeze him to death, or crush him under his boot, or some other equally painful death. Already the fingers were tightening around him to make breathing nearly impossible, the semi-slick fingers making his entire body feel like it was in a vise.
"What...who...are you...wor...wor..."
"You don't need to know who I'm working for." The Koopa looked up at the shelf again. "Hmmm." White wings flapped, and the Koopa lifted off of the ground. Nathan trembled as the ground fell further and further away from him, only a few additional feet for the Koopa, but many body lengths for him. The distance from the Koopa's hand to the floor had been bad enough when he was on the ground, but now, there was no chance that he was going to live through this if the Koopa dropped him.
"You should have died in that first fall. Hell, Bowser probably expects you to die from a fall eventually, so why not make sure you die from it now?" the Koopa said. He held his hand even with the shelf, and the wolf could tell that the Koopa was measuring the distance to the ground. A few kicks sent books and papers out of the way, getting rid of any cushions between the wolf and the stone floor. "There we go. You should make a good splat from this distance."
"Please..." Nathan stared at the Koopa, his eyes bugging out a bit from the lack of air. He could feel himself starting to lose consciousness, but his curiosity was burning stronger than his desire to live at this point. He had to know. Just had to. "Who...who are..."
"You are too curious for your own good." The Koopa grinned, and opened his fingers. "Fall."
Three things happened in rapid succession. First, Nathan was able to breathe again, and he sucked in a massive breath. His brain, and more importantly, his body, started listening to his commands again.
Second, he used that to grab onto the littlest finger that the Koopa had. It wasn't much of a grip, and his arms danced along the slick, sweaty skin to keep from falling, but it was enough to keep him from falling down to the ground, for now.
Third, the lock on the door clicked, and the door was pushed open.
Wolf and Koopa turned to stare at the newcomer, and to Nathan's vast relief, it was the blue shelled Koopa from the day before, Koopa Kelt. Throwing all caution to the wind, he shouted, "HELP!"
His voice was quiet compared to a normal shout, but in the stunned silence in the room, it was enough to carry. Eyes widening enough behind sunglasses to be seen, Kelt looked over at the wolf and his fellow Koopa. "What are you doing with the King's foot slave, Koal?" he asked.
"Oh, this is the King's foot slave?" Koal asked. He shrugged. "I thought he was just another of the little bugs that -"
"He's a spy! A spy!" Nathan shouted, still scrabbling along the finger. Silence fell again, and he felt the red Koopa's eyes glaring a hole in his back, but he kept talking. "He was looking at the map, and taking notes, like he was going to show them to someone else!"
Kelt stared, and Koal shook his head. "You shouldn't have said that," he muttered. "Now I have to take care of two people instead of one bu - OOF!"
Koal went flying backwards as Kelt slammed into him, the high speed Koopa shoving the traitor into the wall. The impact was enough to send Nathan flying backwards, and he barely managed to catch hold of his rope again on the way down towards the floor.
Of course, the impact had other results, such as sending the books on the shelf rocking back and forth, and some of them started to fall down. Pages and covers from the unbound volumes filled the air, and Nathan screamed in fear as he rapidly climbed down the rope, ignoring the way that it swung back and forth as he desperately avoided the falling objects.
Despite his efforts, he was still battered by the broken books. It wasn't much, even for his size, but several times it almost made him lose his grip, and one time he slid down six inches before he managed to get hold of the rope again. His heart in his throat, he hurried down to the ground, and jumped to the stone below before hurriedly hiding himself behind some of the surviving books and papers.
Kelt held Koal against the wall, and the blue shelled Koopa was not allowing the red shelled one to move one bit. The two of them glared at each other through their sunglasses, and for a change, both of them were not smiling. That giddy grin that he had not seen one Koopa go without the entire time he'd been in their custody was gone, replaced with a toothy snarl that was surprisingly scary.
Fist pushed against fist as they wrestled one another, Kelt to subdue Koal, and Koal to get free from his captor. They soon rolled off of the wall and along the floor, going this way and that in their attempts to break the grip of the other. Shells clacked against the stone floor with each move, and soon started to knock Nathan's shelter out of the way.
Unable to keep fully out of the way, Nathan ran across the floor, leaping and sliding along to keep from being crushed under one of the Koopa shells. Several times he came all too close to being crushed, but managed to duck into a crevice between the shells. It rolled him around and sent him flying when that happened, but it kept him alive, and that was all he cared about.
After a minute or two of futilely wrestling with each other, Kelt seemed to get the upper hand. He rolled over on top of Koal, and pulled his fist back to punch him. It seemed like he was going to get a good blow in, and end the fight.
But suddenly Kelt winced, clenching his teeth as if he had been hurt, and faltered. Koal didn't waste a second, throwing Kelt off of him and punching him across the face. Taking to the air, he started to fly out of the room. He turned his head to throw a mocking glance back at Kelt -
THUD!
And fell to the ground right at the door as he collided with something much, much bigger than himself. He rolled back dizzily, coming to a stop barely a few steps away from where Nathan stood. He looked up, and so did Nathan.
Standing in the doorway was the King, rubbing his chest absently as though nothing more than a fly had touched him rather than a Koopa flying at near full speed. He took a few steps inside, his bulky body filling up the entire doorway as he stepped through, and looked down at the traitor. "Koopa Koal. What are you doing?" he asked, his voice deeper, angrier than usual.
By this time, Kelt had managed to pull himself back to his feet, and he was stomping down on one foot more than usual. "According to your foot slave, Your Majesty, he was taking notes on the map here," Kelt said. "And he looked like he was going to flee with them."
Bowser arched an eyebrow, looking from Kelt to Koal, and then beyond, to Nathan. "Hmmm, I thought that I had forgotten something in the room. Never thought that leaving something behind would turn out to be a good thing," the King said with a shrug of his shoulders. He took a step forward, and Koal squirmed back a bit. "I see some paper sticking out of your shell, Koopa Koal. Take it out."
The Koopa hesitated.
"TAKE IT OUT!" Bowser shouted, the words accompanied by a few little puffs of flame in the process.
With a few little yelps, the Koopa reached into his shell, pulling out the paper and holding it out to the King. Bowser took it with a slash of his clawed fingers, pulling it back to him and opening it up. His eyes flicked back and forth over the paper a few times before he threw it to the ground.
Nathan almost turned tail and ran at the glare that Koal received, and he didn't even get it full on. Considering that the full rage of that glare was hitting Koal square on, he was amazed that the Koopa wasn't backpedaling as fast as he could to get away. Then again, he was thankful that he wasn't. At this distance, it would be difficult to get out of the way in time to avoid being crushed.
Large, crushing footsteps echoed through the room as Bowser advanced on his traitorous Koopa. He bent down at the waist and picked him up, lifting him above his head. "What were you thinking, you maggot?!" he shouted, every word echoing around the room with the force of thunder. "Who are you working for?!"
To his credit, Koal didn't say anything. He simply remained silent, looking down at the King with a shake of his head. A nervous, fearful shake of his head, but a denial nonetheless.
After a few seconds, Bowser put Koal down. Hard enough to almost send him through the floor, but he put him down. He stepped forward, standing on top of the red Koopa's back. Koal whimpered in pain from being under the King's full weight, but Bowser shook his head, only grinding his foot back and forth along the shell. A few little cracks began to show, and Koal's whimpers got louder, and louder.
"Last chance, Koal. Tell me..who you're working for...or I'm going to break your shell and throw you out in the moat!" Bowser growled.
The cracks continued to spread across the shell, slowly spreading out from the center of it. Just as they were about to hit the edge, and be so extensive to never be repaired, Koal broke. "I'm working with the Water Kingdom!" he shouted.
"There's no such place," Bowser said. He turned towards the map. "At least, not yet." He removed his foot from the Koopa's back, and kicked him over onto his back. "What were they paying you? How much do they know?"
Koal cried softly as he looked up at his king, whimpering in pain, humiliation, and fear. "I...they....they didn't pay me yet...I had to get the information first," he said. "This was my first assignment. I needed to get all of this set up...and I didn't want to do it all myself. I was supposed to have some help."
"A group of four travelers, right?" Bowser asked. The whimpers cut off momentarily as the Koopa stared at him in shock. "You are an idiot. Kelt!" The blue shelled Koopa saluted. "Shoes off. Show Koal here your little passenger."
"Yes, sir," Kelt said. He slowly pulled off his right shoe, and reached into it. To Nathan's surprise, there was a bite mark on one of Kelt's toes, as well as a little blood leaking from it. "Little pest...biting me in the middle of a fight," the Koopa muttered. He finally grabbed hold of his little toy, and pulled the other wolf out.
The canine had obviously seen better days. All of his fur was matted down with sweat, and he could barely move. He looked a little flatter than Nathan remembered him being, but that wasn't much of a surprise. Considering that he had been in the Koopa's shoes for at least a few hours - hell, might have been a day, he couldn't quite tell time at this point - he would be a little bit flatter from all the pressure that came down on him. The fox had been flat as a pancake after being under Bowser's feet for only a few seconds, and while the Koopa's weight was doubtlessly less, he had been in there longer.
Koal's gasp of recognition was all the proof that any of them needed, and Bowser kicked him again, sending him flying across the room. The King's angry gesture, though, was another bit of danger for Nathan, as he was right in the path of the sliding shell.
He tried to dodge. He really did. The last thing that he wanted was to get involved in something that was so important. But he was too slow, managing to get out of the way of the dangerous part of the shell...but not get out of reach of Koal's hand. Once more those yellow fingers grabbed hold of him, and tightened so much that he could barely breathe. Spinning along with the Koopa, Nathan could barely tell what was up, what was down, or any other direction.
They hit the wall a bare second later, and Nathan could still barely see. Everything spun, and his head wobbled from side to side. Koal pulled himself to his feet after a moment, and held the wolf out, showing his prize. "Let me go, Bowser, or I'm going to crush your new toy!" he shouted.
The King arched an eyebrow. "Do you really think that's going to stop me from teaching you the lesson that traitros have to learn?" Bowser asked. He took a step forward. "Toys are easy to get. I can find another one in a day or two."
Koal squeezed the wolf again, starting to circle around the table before Kelt blocked the other side. He paused, caught between Bowser and one of his fellow soldiers. Admittedly, the soldier held a mini-wolf in his hand and he was missing a shoe, but he still managed to block him.
Another squeeze, and Nathan felt his sense of direction come back. Barely able to breathe, he looked at the King, at Kelt, and groaned to himself. He had...had to get...out of this...He didn't...want to die...
The only way out was against everything he tried to be. It wasn't keeping himself invisible, it wasn't making himself useful, and it wasn't satisfying curiosity. It went against not making people angry, and it went against not hurting people. But it was the only way that he was going to get out of this.
As Koal reached down to pick up the notes he'd made, Nathan made his move. He bit down hard on Koal's fingers, shaking his head back and forth to tear into the skin. He felt blood enter his mouth, could taste the iron and salt in it, but he dug in deeper, deeper. He heard Koal yelp in pain, and just like he'd hoped, Koal's hands opened to get rid of the source of his pain on instinct. Both of them.
Falling the few inches to the floor, Nathan rolled as he hit the ground and kept moving. It was a hard impact, but he took it and kept moving. Acting on impulse, he grabbed hold of the paper with Koal's notes, and ran with that over his head. It slowed him down a little bit, but Koal was still wringing his hand and shaking his head, and wasn't able to chase after him immediately.
However, there was another danger. Before his eyes, the other wolf wriggled out of Kelt's hand and ran across the floor. Kelt couldn't get him, as he was too focused on Koal, and the King was blocking the other way out of the room. And as the wolf ran at him, Nathan knew that he would have to deal with this himself.
The other wolf grabbed hold of the notes as he came close, and Nathan knew that if he just let go, he could still get through this. He could make his way to a hiding place, and let the big guys deal with Kelt's little toy. They'd make sure that he never got out of the castle, never got to whoever he was working for. It'd be easy.
But...
But something had woken up in Nathan's mind. It was a small thing, and it was what had driven him to bite down on Koal's hand. It was more than the desire to live. It was the desire to do something right. And as strange as it was to side with Bowser, after he had been shrunken down, used, and more or less stomped on, it felt like it was the only thing that he could do.
Holding tight to the notes, Nathan started to dodge around the other wolf. His opponent had a grip with one hand, and used the other to throw punches. He kicked, punched, lashed out in every way that he could, and Nathan kept running around in circles, keeping just out of reach of the soaked canine. It was difficult, and it was already getting hard to keep his breath. But he could not let go of the paper. It didn't even cross his mind after the first punch the other wolf threw. He just had to hold on.
He heard punches in the background, voices, but he couldn't have said what was going on. All of his attention was on his opponent. One of the punches connected with his side, and he grunted, but didn't let go. A kick got his leg, but all his fingers did was tighten on the paper.
"Just...let...go!" the other wolf shouted at him.
"Not...going....to happen," Nathan panted.
Before long, the two of them simply resorted to tugging on their respective halves of the note, unable to pull together the energy to keep fighting in any other way. "I have to get this to the Aquos Army," the other wolf said. "They need this...for the war!"
"What war?" Nathan asked, not tugging so much as he was simply holding his ground. "There's no...war now!"
"There will be. War of..Independence...LET GO!" The wolf growled, and tried one last kick. It was powerful, and it hit Nathan right in the stomach, and knocked the air right out of his lungs. He fell to his knees, his grip weakening, but still present. He gasped, sucking for air, but knowing that he was completely helpless. He braced himself for another blow, knowing he couldn't get out of the way, couldn't block it.
But it never came. The other wolf kept shouting though, and he slowly looked up after he got his breath back.
Kelt had the other wolf in hand, and was using some string to tie the wolf's mouth shut. He shook his head at the mini-canine before pushing him down into his shoe again, sliding it back on and seemingly forgetting about the way wolf after that. Slumped against the wall was Koal's unconscious body, his shell even more cracked, but not quite broken.
And standing directly over him was Bowser, looking at him with a little raised eyebrow. He slowly reached down, thick fingers taking the notes out of Nathan's hands. "Looks like you kept the other spy from running long enough for us to get him back," Bowser said with a nod that just barely expressed approval. "Nice work on that. He's small enough that he'd be hard to find if he had gotten away."
"I....I'm glad...I could help," Nathan said, slumping down to all fours. He took a few deep breaths, filling his lungs up. When he felt a little more himself, he turned to look at the King again. "What...he mentioned a war. What was...what was he talking about, Your Majesty?" he asked. His curiosity. Damn. His. Curiosity.
Bowser looked at him, and for a moment it looked like he was going to be more annoyed than anything else. But then the King sighed. "I guess you earned an answer, after dealing with that wolf." He leaned down and wrapped his fingers around the wolf in a loose grip, lifting him from the floor and then putting him down on the table. "What do you see on this map?"
It seemed like a trick question, but Nathan answered as honestly as he could. "Um, I see the Mushroom Kingdom, and pieces that look like armies."
"Right." He pointed to the Koopas and Goombas. "Mine." Then he pointed to the toadstools. "Mushroom Kingdom." Then he gestured to the other pieces, all of which were unfamiliar to Nathan. "What do you think those are?"
"That's...kind of where I got lost, Your Majesty," Nathan admitted.
"That's because they never had anything there before," Bowser said. "Mushroom Kingdom is all of the land on this map. The Kingdom is made of different worlds, and each of the worlds is a good bit different from the last one. For a LONG time they've been all one piece inside of the Kingdom." He spat a fireball to the side, the orb exploding against the stone harmlessly. "But now, some of the worlds think it'd be a good idea to be their own kingdoms. Idiots. They're forgetting all of the stuff that they get from being in the Mushroom Kingdom."
The wolf was confused. He had heard of Bowser before, and he'd heard of all the attempts that he'd made to conquer the Mushroom Kingdom in the past. "But...wouldn't separate kingdoms make it easier for you to take over?"
"No." Bowser shook his head. "They might be weaker all apart like that, but each time I take over, I'd need to leave a lot of troops behind to make sure that they're not going to make problems for me. That means that I'd run out of soldiers before I get halfway to the center of Mushroom Kingdom, and then what would I do?" He glared at the pieces on the map, and his claws dug into the table in frustration. "When the worlds are all part of Mushroom Kingdom, they listen to whoever is on the throne. The last thing I need is for them to make a break from it."
"But...then why did you stop their spies? If you're not going to invade them, why do you care whether they know where your armies are?" Nathan asked.
"Because if they know where my forces are, then they'll know if they can safely break away. I've been putting on some shows, making them think that they still need Mushroom Kingdom's armies to keep them safe." He chuckled a bit to himself. "Not that they'd do any good in a real fight, but if they think that they need the Kingdom's armies to keep them safe, they're not going to pull out of their alliance with it. At least, not until they have bigger armies. What they have right now couldn't keep them safe," he said.
That much was true, if Nathan was reading the map right. The Mushroom Kingdom forces were spread out a bit, but even if all of the seceding worlds put their armies together, it wouldn't add up to more than a third of the Mushroom Kingdom forces. But there were other pieces on the side of the map, ones that hadn't been laid down yet, so apparently they were building up their forces, slowly.
The wolf nodded his head in understanding. "I...I see, Your Majesty. Thank you for explaining it to me," Nathan said with a bow of his head.
"Don't think that means that I'm not marching on Mushroom Kingdom eventually," Bowser said with a snort. "I AM going to take that throne. I just don't want to have to pull the Mushroom Kingdom worlds back together in order to do it. I want a whole Kingdom, not a puzzle box and a useless throne."
Nathan could understand that. He nodded again, and bowed once more. "I'm...I'm glad that I could help, Your Majesty. What do you want me to do now?"
"Now?" He looked down at the wolf. For a moment, it looked like the King was going to say something sardonic, or sarcastic, or something far too blunt, but then he seemed to reconsider. He placed his fingers against his chin as he thought for a few seconds, and then gestured to Kelt. "Take the royal foot slave back to my quarters. Give him some water and some food. Then go and take the day off, as a reward for helping with Koal and keeping this slave alive."
"Yes, sir!" Kelt said with a grin. He reached down and took Nathan in hand, and flew out of the room.
Flying was an entirely different sensation for the wolf. Oh, the feeling of being carried was different too, but it was still the familiar up and down movements of walking. Being flown around, though, was something new. It was faster, for one, and for another, it was a little more fun. The breeze in his face canceled out a good bit of the warm heat from the Koopa's palm, and cooled him down a little bit. Definitely a plus compared to the heat that would only build up while he was being carried.
He looked back at Kelt as they flew through the castle. "Do you know what's going to happen with the spies?" Nathan asked. "And with Koal?"
"Heh, the only spy that's left is stuck in my shoe, and he's going to have a lot of work to do to make up for biting me during that fight," Kelt said, chuckling as he turned at one of the hallway intersections, following the red carpet. "And as for Koal...well, I think that the King is going to make his life a living hell for the next few years. He'll eventually bring him back into the Koopa fold, though; Koal's too good to keep out."
"I thought he was going to throw Koal into the moat, though."
"That's just a threat to make him talk," Kelt said with a shrug of his shoulders. "The King might do it, if someone REALLY crossed a line, but there have been traitors before. They get harsh punishments, but His Majesty has a soft spot for the Koopas in the army. He won't hurt them as much as he will foreigners." Chuckling, the Koopa paused in his flight, kicking his shoe against one wall. Nathan almost winced in sympathy for the wolf in that shoe. Almost. "Like this guy. He's going to last a good long time, but the King is going to get rid of him eventually."
"Good to know," Nathan said. He didn't want to sound enthusiastic about the possible death of another wolf, but after being beaten up by him, and standing up to him the way that he did, he didn't really care too much about him getting off for what he did.
The flight lasted for a few more minutes before they arrived at Bowser's chambers. Kelt pushed open the door, and floated over to the little cage by Bowser's bed. "Alright, here we are," he said, lowering the wolf into the topless cage. "Don't try to get away, okay? The last thing I need is for His Majesty to be on me about losing his new Foot Slave," he said.
"I won't!" Nathan promised the departing Koopa. The door shut behind Kelt, and he sighed, leaning back in the cage. His stomach and his side hurt from the fight with the other wolf, and he needed some rest. Slowly closing his eyes, enjoying the heat of the room, he slid into slumber.
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Rather than being woken up by sound, Nathan woke up to feeling a great pressure on his body. At least, pressure on the front. His back was buoyed by something soft, and giving, which negated some of the pressure above him.
Slowly he opened his eyes. For a moment, he could see nothing, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that his field of vision was just blocked. Blocked by slick, slightly shiny, smooth yellow flesh. Familiar yellow flesh, at that.
A smile crossed his face, and he licked at one of the slowly falling sweat drops, catching it on his tongue and swallowing it. He slowly licked along the skin a bit, but he'd only managed a few licks before the foot was lifted up and its owner looked down at him. For a change, Bowser had a smile on his face, and it wasn't just a smirk, either. It was one that had some genuine pleasure in it. Sexual or otherwise, Nathan wasn't sure, but it was better than looking at the almost evil one that the King had had earlier.
"Finally you're awake. I've been grinding my foot against you for the last half hour," Bowser said with a shake of his head. "When you sleep, worm, you really sleep."
"Yes, Your Majesty, sorry, Your Majesty," Nathan said, lowering his head a bit. As he felt himself waking him a bit more, he noticed that his cock was out, pointing upwards. At least his body was enjoying the treatment of being the King's foot slave, even if he hadn't been awake to do it much himself. "How can I serve you?"
A mushroom, just like the one that he'd eaten before the throne, landed on the ground beside him. "Here. Eat that. You'll get a couple other servings of it tonight. I need to get a fair bit of steam out, and if you're going to last, you're going to need it."
Nodding, Nathan quickly grabbed it, chewing it rapidly before swallowing to try and ignore the bitter taste of it. It didn't work, of course, but it had been worth a try.
Bowser chuckled softly. "Heh. It'll be good to forget about the war for a while," he said with a smile. "I hope you're ready for a rough night underfoot, maggot. I have a lot of stress to work out."
"I'm ready, Your Majesty." The wolf stretched out his arms and legs, the plush and smooth blankets behind him making his legs and his back feel good. "Do whatever you want to do."
"Heh, that's what I always do. Good to have such an eager slave, though." Slowly, that big, yellow, dripping foot raised up. Some of the drops of sweat fell down from it, landing on the wolf's body and making him moan from the feeling. One drop even landed right on his cock, and he shivered. He was so close, driven so near the edge while he'd been played with in his sleep, that the droplet had nearly pushed him over the edge.
Then the foot came down. The pressure from above was immense, the mushroom and the giving nature of the mattress under him all that kept him from being crushed out of existence. He panted and moaned, and as Bowser ground the slick, smooth, puffy underside of his foot against his body, his cock got the stimulation he needed to go over the edge. Nathan gasped and groaned against the musky foot flesh as he came, his body getting the relief that he hand wanted ever since the first time under Bowser's foot. The strings of cum were rubbed into his legs and belly by the giant grinding foot, and he could smell his own scent mixed with that of the large foot.
For a moment, he thought Bowser would be displeased, but then he heard the King's chuckles. "Heh, it seems that the gnat has a bit of his own juice to add." The pressure decreased momentarily, then increased far past what the King had used before. "Let's see just how much my foot can milk out of you."
Nathan grinned. This was going to be a long night, yes, but it was going to be a good one.
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Buff by Luther-Bat
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Done as a request for Tiger Claw on FA. Enjoy! Here's the original: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13290170/ - **Buff** **By Luther** "Come one, come all!" The older brown goat said to the crowd. "Can you believe people actually used to sell things with that line?" He quickly switched his
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"Anthro",
"Anthropomorphic",
"Ball Growth",
"Blush",
"Cat",
"Cock Growth",
"Feline",
"Goat",
"Growth",
"Kitty",
"Light Nudity",
"Male",
"Mammal",
"Muscle",
"Muscle Growth",
"Muscles",
"Observation",
"Partial Strip",
"Party",
"Public",
"Shirtless",
"Short",
"Shy",
"Size Queen",
"Tiger",
"Tight Clothes",
"Transformation",
"Voyeurism"
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**Buff**
**By Luther**
"Come one, come all!" The older brown goat said to the crowd. "Can you believe people actually used to sell things with that line?" He quickly switched his tone with a chuckle. "But now that I have your attention, I'd like to draw it to a new product that sits so conveniently next to me!"
It was the local fair . . . or maybe a festival. Whatever you wanted to call it: it was when everyone got together to celebrate the fact that they could get together and celebrate. No specific theme was needed, though often one was chosen. Maybe this time was cocoa related things or possibly crabs? Maybe it was something about races? There always seemed to be a difficult-to-understand announcer somewhere in the distance so something surely had to be happening.
But right now Tiger's attention was held by the words of the goat and those splashed on the bright canvas behind him. 'Buff!' it called itself. 'Not a supplement, just drink and enjoy results'. So something, not unlike soda, that advertised itself as being able to increase muscle mass had appeared. While not exactly traditional, it still attracted a healthy few from those looking to change their image to those bodybuilding enthusiasts. The feline found himself closer to the latter category and his interest piqued once more when he heard the goat ask for a volunteer to demonstrate. Demonstrate? Did it work that fast?
These sorts of gatherings always had plenty of things you could buy and a veritable marketplace always found a way to set itself up. Flowers, spiced foods, paintings, fine hats, belts and other apparel beckoned to mister and madam. Colorful balloons and pinwheels for the children each competed for their fickle attentions among other things. And then you'd find things stranger still, much like this.
The goat huffed in frustration and his moustache puffed up a bit. The caprine gentleman could see that there were wondering eyes but no immediate takers. So his gaze scanned the crowd until he found someone suitable, someone more likely to take him up on his offer. Finally he settled on Tiger, either by pure happenstance or a higher reason.
"How about you, sir? Come on up!" he said, pointing to the orange feline.
He had been considering it until now -but being placed on the spot, with eyes turning towards him ensured it. "Alright, sure!" he called back, voicing his cooperation to the showman's relief.
Now Tiger, this particular feline of eponymous nature, was by no means terribly small. He had a fine swimmer's build but left much to be wanting when it came to sheer muscle. He was toned but that was about it. He was well put-together but not buff in the body-builder sense. It was something he was always looking to change but had never met with much success. One might even go so far as to say that he was a bit scrawny, which was probably why the goat chose him: to create the biggest difference in the before and after. Perhaps this represented a chance for that to change?
"Thank you my good fellow! Now please, show these fine people what it can do," he nodded to the cat, now having to look up at him, as he pressed a metallic can of the stuff into his paw.
While one could tell such a product might have been marketed towards those who wished to build further upon what they already had, there was nothing wrong with someone wishing to get a start. That would be Tiger who, as previously mentioned, held nothing special in that department. He had nothing to lose, no reason to not give it a shot. What was the worst that could happen?
Yes, his rationalization for using this was beyond reproach. So why not? He was already up here. Down the hatch!
The first thing he noted about this supposed miracle drink is that it was fizzy, effervescence beyond the scope of normal carbonated sodas. It practically hissed up from the can at him as it travelled down his throat. It was difficult to distinguish a scent over that of the local flora incessantly perfuming the air. He couldn't pin the flavor either. It was sweet but seemed to change the more he focused on it, changing from regular cola, sliding along the scale of various berries, to something like root beer, and then something wholly unidentifiable. It was the gustatory equivalent of the flitting shadow or blurred image always on one's peripheral vision.
The bubbles raced to his head, as they are wont to do, like that of some champagne drink, and made it feel so light that it could lift right off his shoulders. They tickled inside and welled up, almost feeling like they could . . .
"HCK!"
It surprised him, but he caught himself and stifled an otherwise fully formed hiccup with a well applied hand clasping over his mouth. Curiously, he found himself wanting to giggle and fought the urge, the laughter itself rising up through him like the bubbles themselves.
It was its own strange sort of intoxicating, making him just a little numb to the world around him and so hyper-aware of his own body. He could feel every tingle, more tickling than painful pin-prick, spread along his sides and make a home there before moving on until it seemed to be covering his entire body. A blanketing warmth soon followed and wrapped him in effusive bliss that reached his very core and provoked an unwarranted yet not unwelcome happiness.
Then a keen sense of alertness struck him. Somewhere between mere liveliness and exhilaration, it was upon him faster than any energy drink had the right to be. But it was not that caffeinated, heart-pounding, wiry energy. It was something different.
At last and almost literally it surfaced. It felt like the gentle pressure caught inside of him was pushing back up along his arms, his legs, everywhere! And his muscle responded. Up it rose and out it thickened, slowly, slowly, then gaining speed. His already tight shirt became even more so and the bottom of it rode upwards along his stomach to show the definition there, abdominal likes little rocky hillocks framed by the orange fur of his sides.
Too little material was being asked to stretch too far and the shirt's penultimate compromise tore a length of itself in half, running deep in front of his chest to make way for the rising cream-colored pectorals that only widened the gap and worked to de-clothe him with their size and presence.
"Lookit that!" a smiling woman in the crowd called out. "He's getting' bigger! Looks like your stuff works!" Her voice carried a lustful enthusiasm and trailed in such a way that told of hopes to see more. By the looks of faces in the crowd, she was not the only one who approved. A multitude of eyes had turned to watch him and his miraculous change from skinny tiger to hulking creature, wholly unprepared for this as his shredding clothes might suggest. Well, at least it assured them that he wasn't some plant in the audience.
She would not be disappointed either. Though his tail curled about him almost nervously, he tried to beam a wide smile back in her direction, albeit with a healthy blush that was as stark against his cheeks as anything else. Though his tail grew a little longer as well, it had a harder and harder time reaching around his expanding form.
A lined plume of white fur erupted from his tearing shirt as it reached the end of its limit, popping the thing like a rubber band and sending the tatters flying out in front of him, prompting some to catch or avoid them. The bell he wore about his neck shook in response and rang out. The band that held it seemed to be the only thing he wore not immediately affected by the fact that his body absolutely refused to stop growing.
Tiger blinked and found himself wondering how far this would go and spoke up. "Ah, I don't think it's stopping. Is this normal?" he asked the goaty fellow, who struggled hard to pretend he didn't hear. The goat knew that it was only partly tested but was assured many times that it shouldn't be a problem. His silence in the matter was not exactly comforting to Tiger. Maybe he should have been more alarmed but he just couldn't find it in himself to care enough. It wasn't simply that this felt great but he also found himself the center of attention! It was enough to almost make him giggle again, which would be a strange sight coming from such a massive feline.
He was deep into it now, thoughts were a bit fuzzy and mind wandering back to the bubbliness of everything. But there was a strange sound that made its way to his awareness, almost like creaking, and for a short moment he thought it might he him! His eyes shot open in apprehension but his swiveling ears were able to so thankfully determine that it wasn't coming from his body.
In truth, he felt a little like one of those helium balloons being filled via tank just across the way. Up and out, up and out, forced bigger and bigger. Thankfully it came with none of that all-encompassing tightness that always drew it to a close. No, his inflation just kept going and going and, unlike the wispy balloons, he was being forced full of something more substantial than air: heavy and densely packed meat that piled atop itself.
Tiger found himself looking down, specifically further down, at everyone. It was something exaggerated by being up on stage, raised several more feet above everyone, but a greater difference was becoming apparent even to him. Among the elixir's other benefits came a boost in height and it didn't take long for both him and the goat to take note of it. Within moments, the sales-goat felt like he was standing at the base of a tree!
Between his legs, the feline felt his pride swelling in more ways than one as it also drew from the same pool and joined the rest of his growing body. His button fly popped off and flew into the crowd of people, revealing the top of his undergarment. The zipper burst next and out poured the blue fabric that just barely kept his maleness contained, peeking out and relieving pressure so slightly. The monster looked to be as thick as his arm, which was impressive considering how thick his arm was!
The enormous swell strained the fabric and the bounds of the common decency. The audience's rapt attention was changing to wonder if they were about to bear witness to -that- kind of show any moment. This was, of course, in addition those he drew in himself who secretly hoped just that would happen.
The tiger had to shuffle his feet, feeling his center of mass change dramatically as everything on him expanded outward. He stood at a wider posture, claws raking and tapping the wood to maintain his swiftly changing sense of balance. As he did, the swelling muscles shifted under his fur, granting the audience a prime view of their scale as well as the shaking and wobbling package still held tight by his briefs, threatening to tear out and burst obscenely into the open. It never quite did, but the teasing was tremendous -and possibly for the best since this was a public function, after all. Even still, it was more than enough to make a few onlookers practically swoon.
Another creaking sound, that same one, reached his ears and made them stand up. It was coming from beneath his feet! But no matter how much he tried to summon up whatever he needed to alert the goat next to him, he was arrested by just how great it all felt or by some odd thought that flooded in and replaced the concern. He felt so invincible so why should he care?
It was indeed the stage itself. The show-goat was so caught up in emphasizing the transformation to the crowd that he failed to hear the protesting floorboards. The big and heavy cat that first climbed up there had undergone the force multiplier change that sent his weight by muscle mass through the roof!
Through the floor was more apt. He felt one foot punch through the wooden boards and then the other as he fell through. Not immune to gravity, it would seem. He plunged below, creating a sizeable hole in the wooden platform, stopping when his feet hit the ground. Even then, it only came up to his waist and he was now at eye level with the goat, just further showing how amazingly tall he was.
When the rapid excitement passed, everyone could get a better look at him. His head looked relatively smaller, along with his telltale bell now mounted atop his frame, situated on a mountain of tiger with it as the peak. Below him were arrayed his muscles in both his arms and chest, each pulsing group in contesting one another for space, bunching and pushing up for all to see. And see they did! The rest of him was hidden beneath the stage but, considering there was no siding to the thing, he could easily be seen.
The entire process could have been described as watching baking bread rise in fast-motion, how it quickly spreads upward and fights for space. Strange but not exactly unsettling, just different and fascinating to the eye which was exactly what he had a crowd enraptured. They jumped back when the cat fell with a crash but soon moved back in once it was sure he was fine, most just assumed no harm could befall a behemoth like him.
"And there you go, folks!" the goat said, having regained his sense of composure. Tiger had almost forgotten that he was still behind him somewhere, having scattered to safety to play off the fact that his stage just collapsed. Hell, he turned it into a selling point.
"He goes from puny to huge and straight through the planks!" he continued. "What could be more real than that? Think of what it could do for some of you string-beans out there! Results might vary, of course." He tried to cover up that last bit with laughter but felt the need to add it in as he had yet to see anyone react so . . . much to the product. Well, different people experience different things.
As for Tiger? Well, it was goodbye shirt and almost goodbye to the pants. It looked like he was off to find some new and bigger clothes to cover himself just as soon as he got free. Not that anyone seemed to mind the view for the time being . . .
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Chapter Twenty One -- Sakura, Sakura, Hanazakari and Epilogue by fayzbub
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#21 of The Miyatsu File - Chapter Twenty One -- Sakura, Sakura, Hanazakari _(Cherry Blossom, Cherry Blossom, In Full Bloom)_ Aiko sat at the kitchen table with Benjiro on her lap while her mother made a pot of tea. In the two months since she'd been back, the toddler had been her constant shadow, as
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[
"Angst",
"Love",
"No-Yiff",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi"
] |
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Chapter Twenty One -- Sakura, Sakura, Hanazakari
*(Cherry Blossom, Cherry Blossom, In Full Bloom)*
Aiko sat at the kitchen table with Benjiro on her lap while her mother made a pot of tea. In the two months since she'd been back, the toddler had been her constant shadow, as if fearing she'd disappear again if he let her out of his sight even once.
Aiko rubbed her cheek against the top of his fluffy little head, thinking that Benjiro was not the only one of her family to be keeping a close eye on her: Miyatsu was nearly as obsessive as Benjiro, hovering, sometimes literally, wherever she went. She knew he kept a constant watch on her psychic signature as well, whenever he couldn't physically be with her.
Whether it was the effect of the sedative on her system or whether she'd merely grown into her previously dormant psychic abilities, Aiko's mind was now sensitive enough to pick up the trace of each of the children as they also checked on her whereabouts psychically. She was getting expert enough at it to be able to recognize each one -- their minds all had individual flavours' and textures', subtle overtones that brushed gently across her mind like a warm scented breeze now and then throughout the day.
Miyatsu's mind was instantly recognizable from his children: his psychic touch was always far more intimate, enfolding her consciousness in a loving caress, like the touch of a soft velvet glove inside her mind.
So Aiko's family was still watchful and alert, despite the fact that the new security was working well: they now had a small staff of security officers permanently on the island, a ring of electronic detection buoys in the sea to alert them to the approach of unauthorized boats, plus every member of the family had a small identification tag inserted under the skin of their arms to broadcast their location at all times.
There was no doubt that the precautions served to make Aiko feel more secure, although before Sakaki abducted her she hadn't felt at risk...
A cup of tea and plate of cookies was set down on the table in front of Aiko, bringing her back from her musings.
"Would you like to eat something now?" Kagami asked her daughter. "You didn't touch your breakfast."
Aiko thought about it for a moment, then nodded and reached for a cookie. "I wish that sedative would clear out of my system," she complained to her mother as she bit into it. "I thought I'd metabolise it faster than this. I'm still queasy a lot of the time."
"Mummy sick?" Benjiro asked, also reaching across to the cookies on the plate.
"No, no. Just the medicine I had to take while I was away gives me an upset tummy," she answered the toddler.
Benjiro nodded and settled back against her, closing his eyes while he ate. Now and then he'd smile as if he'd thought of something funny.
"Well, you were forced to take rather a lot of it," her mother said soothingly. "Give it time."
"I thought I might go down to the lab today and take a blood sample," Aiko told her. "I can work out the levels of sedative still in my system and hopefully how long before I'm back to normal." She raised her eyebrows at her mother in a silent question and pointed with her chin to the toddler in her lap.
Kagami nodded, picking up with the ease of long grandmotherhood on her daughter's implied hint to distract the toddler. "I'll need Benji-kun's help today," she announced. "I'm going to make a cake for Grandad's birthday. I want a big strong assistant to help me mix it."
Benjiro opened his eyes alertly at this. "Can I lick the bowl afterwards? No shares with Hanako and Hideaki?"
"It's all yours," his grandmother agreed, not bothering to point out that the four eldest children were busy in the gym until lunchtime anyway.
"Yay!" Benjiro bounced up and down. "I'd share with my sister," he added, suddenly serious again. "Only she's not here yet."
Aiko met Kagami's eyes with a little smile. Benjiro had been disappointed that his mother had not brought his sister back with her from the spirit world; but he'd been telling anybody who'd listen that she was on her way. Aiko had even heard him talking to his imaginary sister when he thought nobody was around.
Maybe all children were alike in that respect, Aiko mused as she sipped her tea. Although she and Benji were unrelated genetically, she'd also had an imaginary friend when she was small. She used to talk to her toy Little Kitten all the time, holding the stuffed doll close, playing and confiding secrets with him.
And there had been times, just now and then but particularly when she was in her bed at night dozing and cuddling the toy, when she could have sworn he'd answered back, sounding far-off and faint inside her head like a whispering echo, barely heard, or like the light touch of a warm, scented breeze over her mind...
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The lab was quiet when Aiko unlocked the door and entered. All of the staff had gone home for the weekend, and the only sound was an occasional hum from the computers or the muted gloop-gloop of the gestation unit in the middle of the room.
Aiko went to check on Raku and Raiden first. The embryos had been successfully transferred into the new unit. At eight months old, they resembled kittens, rather than the shiny pink jelly-beans of their earlier months. They were both now at least as large as a newborn human baby, had fully formed arms and legs, long tails, eyes that were firmly shut and a soft downy covering of fur, creamy orange on Raiden, dove-grey on Raku. Both babies had their tails twined together as if even at this young stage they were not only aware of each other, but had bonded.
Aiko gathered the equipment she needed and went to sit at her workstation, staring at the small vials she'd collected for the bloodtest with a suddenly dry mouth. Her heart was pounding, and she looked down to see that her hands had clenched into tight fists in her lap.
She drew a deep breath and opened her hands with an effort. The fact was that she was scared, and didn't want to do this. For she hadn't told her mother the whole truth this morning. Although she hoped with all her will that her recent queasiness was only the sedative still lingering in her body, she'd had another symptom, one that was ominous in the light of what Sakaki had done.
Aiko had last had her menstrual period two weeks before Sakaki abducted her. And since that time, nothing. Over and over during the past six weeks, at least, she'd examined all other options that could explain the absence: maybe the stress of abduction had temporarily upset her menstrual cycle, or the sedative was still in her system, interfering with her natural rhythm. Or perhaps it was just the fact that she was worried that her period hadn't shown, worry was a known cause of menstrual delay...
*Yes,* she thought desperately, *it was one of those reasons.*
It couldn't possibly be the other explanation, the one that had kept her awake at night, tossing and turning, her mouth too dry to swallow.
Because unless she and Miyatsu had somehow managed to circumvent every biological law she'd ever heard of, she very much feared that she was pregnant with Sakaki's baby.
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The blood test was conclusive: there was no longer any trace of sedative left in Aiko's system.
She told herself not to panic; that still left stress as the most probable cause of her absent menses.
*That doesn't explain the recent queasiness and vomiting,* her mind objected. Aiko told her traitorous brain to shut up, but it ignored her, as it usually did whenever she was worried. *There's been a weight gain too,* it reminded her.
*Well,* she argued with herself, *I should hope so. I lost way too much on that starvation diet the nurses fed me.*
Her hands shook as she pipetted a drop of her blood for the last test. This was one she'd done many times before: mainly on female GMAs, but it worked on humans as well -- pregnancy hormones were pregnancy hormones and would show up for anything mammalian. Once, years ago, she'd performed it for Suzu, back when they'd still been friends. Suzu had been in too much of a panic about an unplanned and unguarded indiscretion to manage the test herself. In that particular case, Aiko remembered, Suzu's menstrual period had just been delayed. Aiko mentally crossed her fingers that this was also the case for her.
Anxiously she watched the drop of blood as it splashed into the vial, mixing with the chemical inside. It would just stay that shade of rosewater pink, she knew it would, of course it would; there was just *no way* it would turn the sky blue that indicated pregnancy...
Aiko couldn't bear to look. She turned her head instead to gaze out of the large window in front of her workstation. This allowed her an uninterrupted view of the gentle slope leading down to the shore, and on the rocks at one end of the beach she could just make out Miyatsu and her father peacefully fishing, having re-established their comfortable pre-abduction ritual of Saturday morning male bonding.
Aiko felt her hands clench once more into fists. What would she tell Miyatsu if the test was positive? But of course, it was not going to be positive. The liquid in the vial would remain pink and unchanged, and Aiko would know that she just had a virus or something similar to explain every anomalous detail of her symptoms...
She forced herself to turn her head back to the desk, slowly like a child not wanting to look in case the monster you thought you heard behind you turns out to be real.
The chemical within the glass had turned a bright and cheerful shade of blue.
\*
Aiko met up with Yutaka and Miyatsu on the path just outside the boat shed. Miyatsu carried the tackle and net, fishing rods slung over one shoulder, while Yutaka held the bait bucket with exaggerated care.
"Get anything?" Aiko greeted them, trying hard for casual. Even in her own ears, her voice sounded odd: too high and forced. She peered into the bucket. It was half-full of water and contained a single small, brightly-colored fish. "Oh! How pretty!"
Yutaka rolled his eyes in a show of mock exasperation. "Your husband," he said, "won't let me eat this. Apparently I have to put it into the aquarium in the lounge room."
"Don't listen to him." Miyatsu gave Aiko a quick smile in greeting, his eyes bright with amusement. "He's the soft-hearted one. I wanted to throw it back." He glanced down at her and seemed to notice something amiss in her expression. His voice echoed telepathically in her head: *What's wrong?*
"I need a quick word with you in private," Aiko said. "You don't mind, do you, Dad?"
"You want to talk about the surprise birthday party I don't know I'm having," Yutaka said, nodding wisely. "There's been whispering going on all week in this family whenever people think I'm not listening."
"Something like that," Aiko answered, not meeting her father's eyes. "Oh, and Dad, don't go in through the kitchen, will you? Mum and Benji are making you a cake. Don't let on that I told you."
"I didn't hear it from you. Come on, fish."
As Yutaka headed on up the slope towards the house, Aiko followed Miyatsu into the boat shed. Motes of dust drifted and danced in the bright sunlight coming in through the window. "Boat shed" was a misnomer; it had never had a boat inside it, at least not to Aiko's knowledge. The building pre-dated the Miyatsu family's arrival on the island and was now used for storage, tools, tins of paint, and of course fishing gear.
Aiko seated herself on an old wooden crate and watched as Miyatsu casually levitated the fishing equipment up onto one of the shelves lining the wall. She still had no idea how to begin; for how do you tell your husband that you're pregnant to another man? Or to another male, at least.
She felt slightly nauseous and this time knew it owed nothing to morning sickness but had everything to do with the fear of loss. She stared at Miyatsu as he stowed the gear. She loved watching his graceful body, the way his lean muscles moved so smoothly under his soft, strokeable fur. She loved gazing at his face, such a chimeric blend of human and feline that it shouldn't work, he shouldn't be beautiful, yet he was, he was. She knew every curve and line of him in intimate detail, and the fear that she might lose him over this was almost more than she could bear.
Would Sakaki, even posthumously, have won after all? Would this baby she was carrying be the wedge that ultimately drove them apart? Maybe they couldn't physically separate, not with the risk of Pershan Syndrome recurring. Yet how could Miyatsu ever look at her after this news and not be reminded that Sakaki had claimed her body in the ultimate insult?
They'd been so happy together, here on the island, building a family, a species, together, and never minding that others might find their life choices bizarre or aberrant. But it could never be the same again, not after this.
She had the option of saying nothing, she thought desperately. She could go to the mainland and have an abortion. But even as she thought it, she knew it would never work. Quite apart from the fact that Miyatsu had hardly let her out of his sight these past months, she couldn't countenance lying to him by omission. They'd always been totally honest with each other. She knew that he'd sense something was wrong if she began now.
Aiko realized that she was shaking and gripped her hands together hard, staring at the ground. It did nothing to help the dryness in her throat or ease the ache in her heart.
Miyatsu sat down on his haunches beside her, his blue eyes wide with concern. He put his front paws on her hands, holding them tight between his in a steadying grip. It didn't stop them shaking, but it helped a little. He ducked his head to look up into her face. "Aiko? This isn't about Yutaka's party, is it?" It was a statement rather than a question.
Aiko met his eyes for a moment, then swift as a bubble popping, the tension became too much. She burst into tears, covering her face in her hands. She felt Miyatsu's warm arms go about her, felt him lift her off the crate and pull her against him, hugging her in wordless comfort against his chest.
Shh, the thought vibrated in her head. Don't cry, my heart, please don't cry. It's going to be alright...
Aiko leant into his embrace, her hands resting against the soft fur of his chest, trying to control the sobs. It wasn't alright. Not any more. Sakaki had seen to that.
Slowly the crying slackened, became little hiccuping gasps, then finally stopped. Aiko stayed where she was, curled against Miyatsu, drawing comfort from him even though she knew the worst was still to come.
Miyatsu gently brushed the tears from her cheeks with one paw, his eyes full of concern, and Aiko put her hand up, holding his palm against her face just for a second, drawing strength from the contact before turning her head slightly to kiss it. She took a shuddering breath.
"Miyatsu," she whispered finally, "I've got something I have to tell you. Oh," she cried, raising her eyes to his face. "I don't even know where to start telling you..."
"I know what this is about," Miyatsu said gently. He cradled her against him, his paw still stroking her cheek tenderly. "You're having a baby, aren't you, my Aiko? Sakaki's baby."
Aiko didn't know what she'd expected him to say, but certainly not this. She realized her mouth had dropped open in amazement, and managed to shut it with a click.
"What... but how... how did you *know?*" she managed to stammer at last.
"Humans have *no* sense of smell," Miyatsu said, but it was a comment Aiko had heard from him many times before, so she ignored it, still trying to get her mind around the revelation.
"I know your body's rhythms like I know the sound of the waves on the beach," he continued. "And since you've been home your cycle has altered. You haven't bled at all and you haven't ovulated. At first I thought it was the effect of the abduction. But your scent has changed. The hormones I can smell on you lately remind me of the Coatis when they were having babies -- subtler, but definite." He gazed down at her astounded face. "And you must know that I've been keeping watch on your signature telepathically whenever I can't be with you?"
Aiko nodded, still trying to assimilate this amazing news.
"You have a signature that is a clear blue-green, like the sunlit water over a coral reef," Miyatsu told her. "But now there's something... someone else there as well. A tiny spark, like yours, but separate. It's blue as well, but a different shade, not so much green in it. It's curled up just here, inside of you." And he laid one paw onto her stomach.
Aiko sat up, still letting him support her, but enough that she could look him squarely in the eyes. "How long have you known? And why didn't you tell me?" Her voice sounded breathless in her own ears.
Miyatsu looked down as if embarrassed. "I should have said something before this. But I've only really understood what I was sensing in the last week or so. At first I didn't put it all together. I kept telling myself that you still had the after-effects of the drug in your system. But that little spark inside you is very real, and it's growing. I can't deny its existence. I wasn't sure if you knew what was happening, so I decided to give you time to get used to the idea. I knew you'd tell me when you were ready." He sighed and it sounded regretful and very human. "I've learnt enough biology to realize that it can't be mine. That just leaves Sakaki."
Aiko put a hand on each side of his face and met his eyes squarely. "I wish it was yours," she said and felt her eyes begin to fill with hot tears again. "I'd give anything in the world for this to be your baby... "
Miyatsu hugged her again. "I know, my little mate, I know. But it's impossible."
"What should I do?" Aiko said, and she couldn't keep the quaver from her voice. "I've been so scared this last month. I don't want to lose you over this."
Miyatsu's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Why should you lose me? Don't you know by now you're my world?"
"Yes, but... I'm having Sakaki's baby. How can you just accept that so calmly?" She got to her feet and began pacing the room, unable to sit still any longer. "This is a baby conceived by rape. That's not the sort of thing a child should grow up knowing. Perhaps -- perhaps it'd be better to book myself into a clinic on the mainland and -- just get rid of it before I'm too far along... "
"Is that what you want to do?" Miyatsu's voice was calm. He stayed seated cat-fashion on the floor, watching her intently.
Aiko shook her head. "No," she said, her voice low. "But what's the alternative?"
Miyatsu stood and took both her hands again in his own, stopping her restless pacing. "The alternative is that you have this baby. We raise it with our other children and love it just as much as we love them. But it's your body, Aiko, and you have to be the one to decide. I have no right to dictate to you what you should do."
"Yes, but you have a say in this as well," she reminded him. "How would you feel if we did decide to raise Sakaki's baby alongside our own children?"
"I would feel that Sakaki has given me a gift to remember him by," Miyatsu said quietly. "I share Sakaki's genes. So this is the closest I can ever get to naturally fathering a child with you, without using gestation tanks and clones. I would be the baby's -- what is the word for the brother of a father?"
Aiko stared up into his serious face. "Uncle," she murmured. "You're the baby's uncle... "
The idea that Miyatsu might want to keep the baby had never occurred to her, but she realized that he had a valid point. For this child would be related to him genetically, not so much as his cloned sons, but far more than his daughters, who were the same species.
Miyatsu nodded. "I am this baby's uncle," he agreed. "I have no problem raising her."
"Her?" Aiko quavered. "You can tell that, too?"
Miyatsu nodded. "She's like you: a latent telepath. I can feel her broadcasting at the moment." His eyes got a faraway look as he concentrated. "Her thoughts are basic, not really thoughts yet, just emotions." He smiled gently. "I'm getting... flashes, primitive feelings. She can hear your heart beating; it's the loudest and most constant sound in her world. She can feel the vibrations of your voice as you talk, as well, and is gently rocked with every pulse and movement of your body. She's feeling warm and safe."
Aiko sank back down on the crate, feeling as if her legs would no longer support her as the implications sank in. For how could she possibly abort the baby, her daughter, now that she knew it was capable of feelings, no matter how basic? Another thought occurred to her, and she looked back up at Miyatsu.
"Benji!" she exclaimed. "He knows! His baby sister is all he's talked about since I got back! And he gets that same look on his face that you did just then, when you were sensing... her."
Miyatsu considered this, then nodded. "You're right. He must be able to feel her presence too." He sat back down in front of her, flicking his tail neatly over his front paws. "You know my feelings now, my little mate. What will you do?"
"What will I do?" Aiko repeated bleakly. She hadn't a clue. But there was a growing sense of relief inside her, rising as unstoppably as a high tide. She wasn't going to lose Miyatsu. He was with her whatever she decided.
*You haven't won, Sakaki,* she thought, a feeling of growing jubilation beginning to fill her. *We're together still; our love can't be conquered by anything you could do!*
Aiko got off the crate and slid back into her husband's lap, cuddling close. Miyatsu laid his cheek against the top of her head, his arms circling her protectively.
"We'll need to get another cot for the nursery," Aiko said, feeling breathless all over again, though for a far different reason this time. "And how am I going to tell Mum and Dad they've got an unscheduled grandchild on the way?"
She felt the vibration of Miyatsu's chuckle, felt it change to a loving purr.
"And a totally human grandchild this time," he murmured. "Trust this family to be different!"
Epilogue
Sakura's father took her to the lab to see the newest pair of kittens growing in the gestation unit.
"Just remember," he told her as they walked up the path from the house, "these are still only tiny, they won't look much like your big brothers and sisters."
The rainy season had begun on Shima, and as they walked, the light sprinkling rain turned into a steady fall, pattering on the leaves and making tiny ripples in the puddles along the path. At the first heavy drops, Miyatsu took Sakura's hand in his and cast a water-tight shield around them both. The child laughed in delight, holding her other hand out to watch the rain splash and bead and run off without ever making contact with her skin.
Dr Fujimoto Yutaka looked up from his desk as they walked in. "Miyatsu, is this the new lab assistant you've been promising me?" he said with a grin.
Sakura smiled back at her grandfather. "Daddy says I can see Kiyoko and Keiji. As long as you say it's all right for me to be here."
Yutaka stood up and stretched. "Ooh now, I don't think you'll disturb them," he answered, walking to the gestation unit with Sakura.
She stood on tiptoes, trying to peer up into the tank. Miyatsu lifted the seven-year-old in his arms so that she was eye-level with the two pink kittens floating peacefully inside. She gave a gasp of delight and covered her mouth with her hands.
"They look like little pink jelly-beans!" she announced.
"That's because they're so new," Miyatsu told her.
"Did I look like that when I was new?"
"You did. Only we couldn't see you, because you grew inside Mummy instead of this tank. We should show you the ultrasounds. They're pictures we took inside Mummy when we found out you were there. We keep them in a little album with your baby photos."
"I've got to go back up to the house for some notes; I'll ask your Grandma to find the album, and we can look at them after dinner tonight," Yutaka offered.
"It's pouring down outside," Miyatsu said. "If you wait a few minutes, Sakura and I can come with you and I'll shield us all from the rain."
Yutaka shook his head. "No, no, take your time," he said. "I'm not sure where I put my notes, so I may be some time." He placed a waterproof hat on his head, shrugged into a plastic rain-cape, pulled on his gumboots and reached for the big black umbrella hanging from a hook by the door.
"Yutaka, you're only going up to the house," Miyatsu told him in an amused tone. "Not Antarctica!"
"You can't be too careful when you reach my age," Yutaka said with dignity. "I wouldn't want to catch a cold."
He opened the door and stepped out. The rain chose that moment to stop, and a weak beam of sunlight broke through the clouds, but Yutaka raised his umbrella anyway and splashed determinedly off through the puddles.
Miyatsu shook his head with a smile and turned his attention back to the tank. Sakura was still staring at the kitten embryos, a look of intense concentration on her face.
"Benji said I'd be able to hear them talking in my head," she said in a disappointed tone of voice. "But I can't, Daddy."
"That's because you're fully human, like Mummy," Miyatsu told her, walking slowly around the gestation unit with her still in his arms so that she could get a view from all sides. "Your psychic talent is growing, but you might not be able to use it completely until you're older."
"I can always hear Benji speak inside my head even though I can't hear the others," Sakura said. "That's why I really wanted to be able to listen to Kiyoko and Keiji."
Miyatsu looked at her disappointed little face. He knew she felt left out when the feliniforms in the family could communicate so easily telepathically. It seemed that although she had inherited her mother's latent psychic ability, she also had her biological father's tight natural shielding. It made it difficult for her to hear any of the other family members. The exception, of course, was Benjiro, who had managed to bond with her while she was still in utero. It seemed as if that contact had accustomed her to his psychic speech patterns, while the others remained impossible for her to hear.
"Kiyoko and Keiji are still so little they don't talk yet," he said consolingly. "They just have emotions, like feeling warm and comfortable. They're really a bit boring."
Sakura turned her brown eyes to her father's face. "Mummy said you grew up in one of these too," she stated curiously.
"Well, for a while I did," Miyatsu answered. "When I got out of mine, I was nearly as big as Benjiro is now. Then I spent the next few years on this island until your father came along and took me back to the mainland with him."
"Ooh, tell me the story, Daddy!" Sakura said, her eyes shining with anticipation.
"You've heard the story lots of times," Miyatsu teased gently.
"But I love it! Tell it again, please!"
"All right." He sat in Yutaka's vacated seat and settled Sakura on his lap. "Once upon a time, there was a very powerful king named Raikatuji Sakaki. He was rich and famous. He had a younger brother... "
"And he was a cat just like you, wasn't he, Daddy?" Sakura interrupted.
"Who's telling this story, you or me?" Miyatsu asked. "But you're right, the younger brother was a sort of cat. Now, in Raikatuji-sama's kingdom there lived a beautiful lady named Fujimoto Aiko." He glanced at Sakura, but this time she managed not to interrupt.
"Both the king and his brother were very much in love with the lady, but she chose, not the rich and powerful king, but his penniless younger brother. The lady and the king's brother knew they needed to leave Raikatuji-sama's kingdom. They wanted to go to Shima to make their own small kingdom, but to do that they needed money. The king's younger brother was an agile fighter, so he became a sort of knight, who could make money by fighting other knights in the arena... "
"And he was called the Attack Cat!" Sakura said, too caught up in the story to stop herself. "And he won every tournament, even the one where he got sick and couldn't use his psychic moves!"
Miyatsu nodded tolerantly, watching the little girl's rapt face. From the time she was a toddler, she'd loved stories about kings and queens; as she grew older, Miyatsu and Aiko had discovered that this fairy-tale element worked very well in explaining to her the adult dynamics that had culminated in her birth.
Sakura was aware that this story was an allegory for what had actually happened, she knew that the "kingdom" was in reality a business empire and that her biological father had been a successful businessman. But she loved to hear the story as told to her by members of her immediate family in the "once-upon-a-time" fashion that made it all seem magical.
"The knight and his lady made money that way," Miyatsu continued, "enough to leave and follow their dream of starting a new kingdom of their very own. When the king found out they were planning to leave him, he was very sad. He tried to make them change their minds and stay. But finally he realized that they were going to go no matter what, so he wished them good luck and said goodbye."
Miyatsu's tone had become wistful; the child sitting in his lap watching him so attentively reminded him in many ways of Sakaki. She was very like Aiko in looks; but now and then she would do something, move in a certain way or with a certain type of mannerism, or an expression would appear on her face, and Miyatsu would remember, with a pang of bittersweet nostalgia, where he had seen it before. On Sakaki. And just occasionally on his own face, reflected in the mirror...
"The years went by and the island kingdom grew. First Montaro and Mieko arrived, then Hanako and Hideaki, and then little Benji. "
Sakura gave a sudden choke of laughter, and Miyatsu looked down into her face with surprise at the reaction, his ears pricked forward curiously. "What's so funny?"
"Little Benji!" Sakura giggled. "You said *little* Benji'!"
Miyatsu smiled. Benjiro, at nine and a half, was now almost as tall as his father and older brothers, with the lanky arms and legs typical of the feliniform's early adolescence.
"Ah, well, he'll always be little Benji' to me," Miyatsu said. "No matter how tall he gets."
"It was around this time," he continued, taking up the thread of the story, "that the lady and the knight visited the mainland, and by accident they met the king again. They hadn't seen him in many years and were very happy to talk to him once more. But the king had never stopped loving the lady Aiko, and seeing her again made him envious of his younger brother. The king thought if only he could make her forget his brother, he could make the lady love him instead."
Sakura's face was very solemn now as she listened to this part of the story. "What did the king do?" she asked breathlessly, although she knew the whole story off by heart.
"The king waited for a day when his brother had to leave the island. Then he sent two of his men to lure the lady down to the beach. When she got there, they captured her and stole her away from the island kingdom."
"Benji knew about it," Sakura commented as Miyatsu paused. "He told me he was there when the bad men took her. But he was only little then, not grown-up like now, so he couldn't stop them."
"Benjiro-kun tried to fight them off," Miyatsu agreed. "The bad men drugged him and your mummy, but left him on the jetty for the family to find when they got back."
He resumed the story from the point of view of fairy-tale. "The lady Aiko was taken to Raikaituji-sama's kingdom. So her family couldn't find her, she was locked in a dungeon, deep underground. The knight tried to find her, he searched for her night and day, but she was too well-hidden. It seemed as if she had just... disappeared... "
Miyatsu stopped speaking. Even now, the memory of that terrible time had the power to make his pulse race and his mouth go dry with the remembered intolerable fear and loss. He stared unfocused at the far wall, recalling his desperate search for Aiko, the sure knowledge that she was dead and gone forever from him, and the seductive idea that he could finish it all by simply letting himself plunge to earth from on high, let the ground close over him and end his torment. His throat became tight as he recalled how close he had come to ending his life and that it was only the thought that he must see justice done that had sustained him long enough to get back to the island. And how Yutaka had managed to sway him from suicide by convincing Miyatsu that Aiko's death wasn't his fault. And by appealing to his sense of responsibility as a father...
He was brought back from his musings by the feel of a little warm hand that had slipped into his. He glanced down in surprise. Sakura had taken one of his paws in her hand and with the other was stroking it gently, smoothing the fur over his knuckles in the way Aiko so often did. The little girl's expression was very serious when she looked up into his eyes.
"When Benji tells me the story," she said slowly, "he always makes it sound like a big adventure, that it was because I needed to be born that Mummy left. And when Mieko, Montaro, Hanako and Hideaki tell it, they all talk about how brave they were when they rescued mummy from the dungeon. But whenever you or Mummy tell the story," and she hesitated, her brow wrinkling as she tried to find words for her emotions, "I can sort of... feel your sadness." She touched her throat with one forefinger. "It gets all tight in here and I sometimes feel like crying."
Miyatsu hugged her gently, laying his cheek on the top of her head. "That's a sad part of the story," he agreed gruffly. "And you're right, it depends who's telling it. Mummy and I remember the part where we missed each other so much and thought we'd never see each other again. That's why we feel like crying then." He looked at Sakura speculatively. "If you really can pick up our emotions like that, maybe your psychic talent is growing. You may be able to hear the others telepathically if you keep practicing."
Sakura looked pleased. "Benji's helping me," she confided. "He says I'm whispering with my mind now, and he's trying to teach me how to shout." She went quiet for a moment, then added, "If the story makes you sad, Daddy, you don't have to finish it."
Miyatsu shook his head. "But the happy-ever-after part is coming up soon, and that makes the sad part worthwhile."
Sakura settled back against him, looking up expectantly.
"The lady Aiko found that she could use her psychic ability to get a message to her knight. She told him where she was. Then he and their children traveled to Raikatuji-sama's kingdom and freed her from the dungeon. There was an evil dragon called Rin guarding her, but Montaro dealt with her. Then the family took the lady home once more to their kingdom.
"Now, while all this was happening, up at the castle the king was experimenting with a new weapon. It was very powerful, but like everything powerful it could also be very dangerous. Once the king found out that the lady Aiko had been rescued he was very angry. The knight had gone to talk to his brother, but the king didn't want to listen. He was so angry that he tried to use the new weapon on his brother. Montaro had followed his father and was able to save him, but this made the king even more angry and he got careless. He had an accident with the weapon."
Sakura nodded solemnly. "He got shot didn't he, Daddy? When the weapon was aimed at Montaro, he was trying to reach the king, so the weapon was pointed at them both. And the Attack Cat was able to use his psychic power to pull Montaro out of the way just in time."
"That's right. The laser hit the king instead of Montaro."
"And he died, never to see the lady Aiko or his brother again," Sakura added.
Miyatsu glanced at her face to see how she was taking this part, but as always she displayed fascinated attention but no grief. Of course, Miyatsu thought, the death of a fairy-tale king was easier to deal with than the death of a father she'd never known. That was the main reason he and Aiko had decided on this particular format to explain her birth: they didn't want her to feel guilt about her biological father's actions towards the mother she loved.
"Yes. The king's brother and the lady Aiko were sad that he died. They had truly loved him, you see. But he left them a gift, something they hadn't expected."
Sakura smiled expectantly at this, sitting up straighter. It was her favourite part of the whole story.
"He gave a little princess, his only child, to the lady Aiko. Both she and the knight loved her very much and named her Sakura.' The knight adopted her as his own, and he is her uncle, but she calls him Daddy. And when the little princess was born, her blood was tested on the mainland. That proved that she was indeed the king's only child. The lawyers argued about it, but they finally had to agree that she was the king's legal heir. The whole of the rich Raikatuji kingdom belongs to her, and the lady Aiko holds it in trust for her until she grows up."
Miyatsu stared out of the window for a moment, musing. Raikatuji Sakura was a very rich little girl, having inherited her father's massive business empire. It was being operated now by managers, and Miyatsu wondered if Sakura would one day take over personally like her father had. Certainly she was smart enough, Miyatsu thought. She had inherited quick wits and intelligence from both sides of her family. But from an early age she'd insisted that she wanted to be a GMA researcher like Mummy and Granddad'.
Although that had always been one of Sakaki's interests, as well, Miyatsu thought. Not the research side perhaps, but he'd always had a talent for making intuitive leaps of imagination, of taking ordinary ideas and turning them into something extraordinary. Too extraordinary at times. Miyatsu frowned: he still had occasional nightmares of a pixilated Aiko and a flat-lining monitor...
"Finish the story, Daddy," Sakura insisted, impatient to hear the rest.
Miyatsu pulled his mind away from remembered night terrors and returned to the task at hand. "And the family lived on the island... " he said, then paused expectantly, and Sakura finished the sentence with him: "happily ever after."
Sakura nodded, satisfied that the ritual had been properly completed. She was silent for a moment, a pensive look on her face. Finally she looked back up at Miyatsu.
"Daddy, was my father a... bad man?" she asked.
Miyatsu took his time answering, choosing his words carefully. Sakura had never before asked such a question. Also he noticed that she wasn't now referring to the fairy-tale king, but had asked about the real Sakaki. That she had done so he considered a sign of her maturing outlook. As such he wanted to give her a truthful answer.
"Sakaki was human," Miyatsu answered slowly, "with all the good and bad qualities every human has. His major problem was that he'd always been rich and was used to getting his own way. So he didn't know what to do when anybody told him no." Miyatsu smiled nostalgically. "When I first met him and went to live on the mainland, I wanted to be just like him. To me Sakaki was the best of the best, a handsome, successful human with everything I'd ever wanted but could never hope to have. I would have given up all of my psychic powers, all of my dreams of building my own species, if I could just have been as human as Sakaki was. I wanted to be his brother truly, not something constructed from a mixture of different creatures that just happened to have some of his cells."
"Do you still wish you were human?"
"Oh no, not any more. Once I realized that your mummy loved me for who I was, I was able to accept myself as well, for perhaps the first time." Miyatsu thought about it for a moment. "I think Sakaki envied me. Because despite all his power he was lonely. He could never be sure that the people he called his friends were really his friends, or if they just wanted to be with him because of his money and influence. But I loved him for the fact that he was the only family I had, and Aiko loved him because he didn't treat us like freaks for wanting to be together. For a time, he was our truest friend."
"But he stole Mummy away from the family, and that hurt you both," Sakura said, her brow furrowed in the effort to understand.
Miyatsu nodded. "Yes. But I think I know why he did it. Aiko and I were the only family he had, and he missed us once we left. For a long time, I believe, he really tried to forget that he loved your mother; but he was lonely, and when we met him again on the mainland it brought all the memories back, the good times the three of us had shared together. And we did have some good times. Some of my happiest memories are of Sakaki and me, talking, practicing, training. We used to laugh together a lot, that first summer at Kagoshima, and after Aiko, Sakaki was the human I liked most."
Miyatsu sighed. "I should have kept in contact with him after I came here to Shima. Maybe -- maybe if I had, Sakaki wouldn't have been so lonely. I still feel guilty that I didn't make the effort. But we were so busy here, me and Aiko and your grandparents. We were building a new species together, and the time went by so fast that I didn't realize how the years had slipped by. And I was so very happy, it never occurred to me that Sakaki was unhappy. I think when he met us again, that he -- gave in to temptation. He hungered for the sort of love that Aiko and I share. But love can only be given, it can never be taken by force. That was something he never understood."
"I would have liked to meet my father," Sakura said, considering. "I mean, I've seen the pictures Mummy has in her scrapbook of him and you when you were fighting on the circuit. And I've seen all the discs Grandma recorded from the television then, too. But it's not the same thing, is it?"
"No. No, it's not the same," Miyatsu agreed.
"But I think it would be confusing," Sakura continued. "You can't have two Daddies, can you? You're my Daddy. But you're not my father, you're my uncle!" She smiled as if amused by the idea, and once again Miyatsu could plainly see the resemblance to her biological father. That quick, mischievously charming smile was pure Sakaki. Then it faded and her face became serious again, and she looked far more like her mother. "Does that make Benji my cousin? He says it does."
"Mmm, I suppose you could call him your cousin," Miyatsu said, trying to keep up with the kaleidoscopic train of thought and endless questions of a typical seven-year-old. "Benjiro is my clone, which means he is sort of your father's younger brother, like me! Yes, let's just say he's your cousin. It makes it easier."
The child smiled. "I'm glad you saved Mummy and that you're my Daddy, even if you're really my uncle!"
She put her head to one side as if listening. "Benji's finished his schoolwork," she announced, sliding off Miyatsu's lap. "He says would I like to go down to the beach with him and the others before dinner."
Miyatsu was not surprised when the door opened at that moment to reveal Benjiro, along with seven-year-old twins Raku and Raiden, and Kuri and Kiyoshi, Montaro and Meiko's four-year-olds. He'd already spotted their psychic signatures as they walked down the slope from the main group of houses. Sakura ran to join the ranks of her chattering peer group with a smile, taking her accustomed spot beside Benjiro, who was the acknowledged leader of the gang.
"Don't be late back for dinner," Miyatsu said, raising his voice slightly to be heard as the six children exited. "Grandma's made umeboshi."
He watched for a moment longer as they walked off down the path. When they disappeared from view, Miyatsu stood and padded across to the storeroom. The door was slightly ajar, with Aiko standing just inside, sorting through some computer discs. She placed them on the table beside her as Miyatsu came in and put his arms fondly about her waist.
"Why didn't you come out and join us?"
Aiko shook her head with a slight smile. "I didn't want to interrupt while you told Sakura the story. That's the first time I've heard her ask about Sakaki. Not as part of the story, I mean, but about why he did what he did. You handled it well."
"Her questions made me nostalgic. I still wonder now and then if I could have managed things with Sakaki differently, better. Would he still be alive today if I hadn't gone back to the Raikatuji building after we rescued you? He must have been very afraid of me to have built Koneko's robotic body; my being there goaded him into using her... "
Aiko put two fingers against Miyatsu's mouth, stopping him. "Sakaki sowed the seeds of his own destruction when he abducted me," she said firmly. "I'm just glad we're still alive. I was so scared that night. If you hadn't come to rescue me, he would have killed me. Maybe not right away and probably without meaning to, but I'd certainly be dead now. Sakaki's addiction made him completely unstable. And I can never forgive that he planned your murder. If he'd managed to kill you... if I'd lost you because of him..."
She broke off, her expression suddenly bleak. She put both arms about Miyatsu and hugged him hard, burying her face in the soft fur of his chest.
Miyatsu rested his cheek against the top of her head for a moment in a brief kiss, hugging her back. "How fierce you sound, little mate! I'm glad it's not me you're angry with!"
Aiko knew he was making light of it to lift her mood, and looked up into his face, giving him a small smile of reassurance. "I think you were right when you told Sakura that her father always had to have his own way. He could act like a spoilt child at times--charming, but only for as long as he got what he wanted. We kept confusing him, because we didn't want the same things! He didn't know how to deal with us." She picked up her discs again. "Just let me put these away and we can go on up to the house."
"Have you finished here?" Miyatsu asked. "Yutaka may be back soon."
"Dad was yawning before you got here. Those notes of his were just an excuse: I'll bet he's fallen asleep on the couch again!"
The rain was falling once more as Miyatsu and Aiko exited the lab. Aiko slipped her hand about her mate's waist fondly. He smiled down at her and she felt a slight tingle as the waterproof shield activated about them both.
A peal of childish laughter sounded from the beach, and they turned to watch the children for a moment. They were playing by the shore, totally oblivious to the rain as they raced about. The slight shimmer in the air about each showed that they were all shielding against the wet weather, even the pair of four-year-olds. Benjiro was holding Sakura's hand in his own and protecting them both.
"Hey, that's not fair, Raku!" Sakura was protesting. "It's against the rules to levitate when me and Kuri and Kiyoshi can't... "
She broke off with a sudden squeal of surprise as she and her kitten cousins were hoisted a little above the sand. Laughing, Sakura turned to Benjiro, who was still holding her hand but grinning cheekily. She was now on eye-level with him. "Put me down!" she demanded.
"But we can beat Raku now!" he answered.
And the six children raced away down the beach, squealing and laughing, Benjiro levitating himself, Sakura and his pair of cousins with no apparent effort, while his younger brother and sister struggled to keep up.
Aiko smiled at the sight. Raku had turned out to have a competitive streak; she was constantly testing her older brother and human sister and would complain that Benjiro always took Sakura's side in everything. Raiden, on the other hand, was as easy-going as all the males of the Miyatsu clan and happy to let his sister take the lead. The six flying children disappeared around the curve of beach, and Aiko looked up at her mate, sensing a bittersweet nostalgia radiating from him.
"Benjiro and Sakura make me think of you and I when we were young," Miyatsu told her. "We could have been childhood friends too, if we'd been given the chance."
"If only Dad had let me stay at the lab that day we met. But we became friends anyway. We just had to wait a while to meet again."
Miyatsu was silent for a moment, but Aiko sensed his mood. She smoothed the fur over his knuckles with her thumb. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
"Are we doing the right thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Sakura and Benjiro are so close. Maybe that's not such a good idea."
"I don't understand. Benjiro adores her, you know that, and she loves him. Why is that not good?"
"Yes, she loves him as a brother. But I know Benjiro loves her as a future mate. He told me recently that they're going to live together like we do when they grow up." The familiar frown line had appeared between his eyes. "Remember what Sakaki said? That it was... what was the word, when people are related and shouldn't mate?"
"Incest? Well, Benjiro and Sakura are only related in the most tenuous of terms," Aiko answered. "Sakura told me the same thing, that she and Benji plan on becoming mates. But they're children still, so I wouldn't worry about it. They may both change their minds in future."
Miyatsu shook his head, his expression very serious. "Benjiro won't. But Sakura might. She has a lot of Sakaki in her temperament. And he got married four times."
Aiko smiled. "Is that what you're worried about? You could just as easily say she'll take after her mother, with one mate forever!"
Miyatsu smiled despite himself. "She is very like you, too," he admitted.
"I've noticed more than a passing resemblance to her uncle as well," Aiko teased gently. "And I know for a fact that he's monogamous! And don't forget, we've broken a few taboos ourselves."
She took Miyatsu's paw in both her hands and gazed up into his eyes. "I loved you from the moment we met. I've been lucky enough to find my soul-mate; I can only wish my daughter the same good luck, with whoever she chooses."
"But what if she decides on a human mate, and Benjiro comes down with Pershan Syndrome?"
"What if a tsunami arrives tomorrow morning and wipes us all off Shima?" Aiko countered. "Or a television satellite drops out of orbit on top of us? Whatever happens, we'll deal with it when it happens. We've managed harder issues before this."
Miyatsu nodded slowly, his eyes losing some of their worry. "You're right. I'm overreacting, aren't I?"
"Maybe just a little bit," Aiko answered with a slight smile. "Let them be children for now. They'll grow up soon enough."
She tugged at his hand. "You know, we haven't gone for a walk along the beach in the rain for some time."
Miyatsu allowed himself to be led back down the path. "Do you want to follow the children?"
"No, I want some you-and-me time. Alone. There's a little spot not far from here that I've always thought looks like the area where the Pershans in Wild Kingdom lived. "
Miyatsu pricked his ears forward and Aiko could sense his amusement. "Except they lived by a river, and we're next to the sea, they're in Africa, we're on Shima, they were... "
"Details," and Aiko waved those considerations aside. "The main thing is, it's quiet and nobody ever goes down there."
She brushed one hip against him playfully and could feel she had his complete and enthusiastic attention. "Come on. Walking along the beach in the rain: that always reminds me of our first time together."
"Mmm, have we got time before the television satellite falls on us?" Miyatsu asked.
"I plan on having too much fun to notice it." Aiko looked up at him. "Can you shield against rain while we're making love, though? I've never thought to ask you before."
Miyatsu grinned, showing his long cat teeth. "We'll soon find out, won't we?"
The End.
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Obsidian Curse by BrokenShard
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"Name?" A gruff voice rumbled from behind the wooden door. "Obsidian." The dark blue feline replied. He waited impatiently for a few minutes as the doorman check his list. Just as his tail began to twitch, the rasp of metal scraping metal told him the doorman had found his name. As the door drew
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[
"Bondage",
"Catgirl",
"Forced",
"Harsh",
"M/F",
"Master/Slave",
"Voyeurism"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10152-obsidian-curse
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"Name?" A gruff voice rumbled from behind the wooden door.
"Obsidian." The dark blue feline replied. He waited impatiently for a few minutes as the doorman check his list. Just as his tail began to twitch, the rasp of metal scraping metal told him the doorman had found his name.
As the door drew open the doorman bowed, "She is in the main room Mr. Curse." He nodded once to the man and walked inside.
The hallway was dark, and the walls covered in pictures. All of them were various furr's either posing, or pleasuring each other. There was no question about what goes on here, not that he minded one bit. As he walked down the long hallway, girls that sat on cushions near side doors watched him. They took in his lean frame, his well muscled chest, partially exposed from his half open tunic with hungry eyes. He shook his head at them a grin playing across his muzzle. Perhaps later. He thought. Quiet a few of the girls pouted as he left them behind.
Pushing open the large double doors leading to the main room, again many eyes fell upon him. This room was darker then the hallway was, being lit mostly by candles. Clad in Purple, with black bands of Obsidian for his namesake around his ankles and wrists, he looked positively sinister in that flickering light. He raised his head to the crowd, violet eyes flicking to each one of the people there. Most turned away the instant his eyes fell on them. A few men nodded, recognizing that look, and the raw presence of the man who had just entered.
But Obsidian wasn't here for the crowd, he was here for her. It didn't take long for him to find his pet, her light pink fur and timid frame knelt by one of the many couches in the room. He walked right past her and claimed one of those couches, settling into its comfortably soft embrace. She knew him well enough to take his voiceless command and rose to join him, curling against him.
He looked around the room, which like the hall was covered in pictures. Smiling to himself he watched her out of the corner of his eye. While almost always in heat, a trait he had painstakingly trained into her, her scent was especially thick today. He stoked her cheek, running his fingers through her hair. Silently he wondered what color panties she had chosen to wear for him tonight. His pet purred as she nuzzled against him, kneading his leg. For a while he let her, but eventually he told her, "Show me around."
Without hesitation she was on her feet, padding towards one of the side doors. He followed her into the hallway, eyes watching her curvaceous form as she walked. More pictures covered the walls and so far he had yet to see any duplicates. For a second though, he thought he heard a soft gasp. The sudden spike in his pets scent told him he wasn't the only one who heard it. It took a moment in the darkness, but near some tall house plants his keen eyes found them. A couple as sitting together on a large chair, girl bouncing on a young mans lap. She had her tail in her mouth as she bounced silently, and his paws roamed her body freely trying to see if he could get her to make noise... It looked like he was winning.
At random they entered a room. It was warm and had tiles covering the floor. There were a series of towels laid out, next to a steaming pool that could probably fit four, maybe five people. Following the theme of the Mansion and of the room, the pictures had images of furr's making love. He looked closely at one of them, realizing that some of them were pictures taken in this very room. When he turned back towards her, she was laying on the towels, posed seductively. He laughed and left the room. With a frustrated sigh she had no choice but to follow him.
The next room was bright, to bright for his taste. The floor was covered in giant plushies. Giggling she threw herself onto an over sized pillow, that he assumed was supposed to serve as a bed. As he drew near she raised her rear and wiggled, lifting her tail. Bending forward he lifted her skirt and bit her smooth ass suddenly before walking out. She squealed and followed him once more, clearly getting antsy. So... she wore the red ones today...
The third room was luxurious, even by his standards. It had a fire place a table with chairs, nice thick carpeting and a massive bed. Of course the walls like all the others were covered with pictures. She entered timidly as he looked at each of the pictures and got in bed. Hearing a whimper he turned around.
She was like before, rear in the air wiggling in a teasing manner. Letting a feral growl escape his throat he lept on her. In a blur of motion he freed his manhood from his pants and pushing aside her slick panties rammed his cock inside her. She screamed out in surprise, gasping at the double edged mingling of pleasure and pain from a sudden, forced entry. As he bucked into her, she lowered he face to the sheets, claws digging into the blankets. True he wasn't always this rough, but he was her Master, and she would would do as he commanded.
While he had his way with her, he unfastened the snaps of her skirt, letting it slide off and slip to the bed. Using his claws he tore her panties away, so he could have better access to her. He could buy more later. Molding himself to her back he panted hotly in her ear, "Dirty slut... This is what you wanted isn't it?"
Pushing back against him she cried out, "Harder.... please Master... Fuck me..."
Obsidian grinned as he took ahold of her waist. With a savage thrust, he knoted her feeling her tightening pussy clamp down on him. As she screamed out her orgasm he told her, "Your going to cum again... and again... until you can't walk anymore." Relentlessly, brutally he rode her from behind, feeling her love juices coat and drip from his balls.
It didn't take long for her body to start to tense again. His dick swollen inside her, he bite down on her neck. As his fangs sunk in she cried out with the power of their climax, his hot, thick seed filling her. And to her total shock the door swung open and a few stunned looking man stood there.
Gasping for breath she pulled away from her Master and collapsed to the bed sneering at the onlooker, "Do you mind?" She then started to pull the blankets up so the peeking tom couldn't see anything.
Obsidian lowered himself tugging at the blankets, "If you didn't want to be seen, you should have locked the door." He told her.
The girl turned her head towards her Master, "You could have locked the door to." Instantly she knew she should not have said it.
Growling again he tore away the blankets and grabbing her waist once more, he lifted her rear and forced himself back inside her. As she screamed out he told her harshly, "And I don't think I told you that you could stop."
The stranger just stood there in shock, unsure as what he should do. Obsidian pulled back, sliding himself from her quivering love hole and using their juices as lube, pressed himself into her ass. With a throaty lustful rawr he hilted her.
Mortified she cried as he took her again pleading with him, "Please.... please don't let him watch." He laughed at her darkly and hooked his arm under her belly. Sitting back, he pulled her onto his lap commanding her to bounce on him.
Face burning with shame, the girl turned her head, trying to use her hair to hide her face. Her Master ran his paws up her sides pulling her shirt off and exposing her well rounded breasts. Brushing aside her hair he made certain there was no way she could hide. Rubbing her breasts the gave her another command, "Spread your legs my pet, and touch yourself. Let him see your sweet dripping pussy." She whimpers with tears running down her cheeks, but dared not disobey a direct order.
To the watchers amazement she parted her legs wide. And as her fingers found her cunny, in spite of her protests, her moans grew louder and more lust filled. Tilting her head back she kissed her fierce Master eager to please him. "Please Sir... Cum in me again... fill my ass... like you did my pussy... please...." Her entire body was flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't control her need any longer, he would not permit it.
He was close though, very close and since she had been such a good little slut he decided to grant her request. Pushing up into her as hard as he could he ground into her. She slammed herself down on is throbbing cock and as their bodies locked together, he released an ear shattering howl. His cum coated the walls of her tight ass, leaking out around the edges setting her off again.
As she screamed and howled her orgasm, her Master put his paws to her pussy, rubbing and petting, drawing out her climax as long as he could. Every now and then he lifted his paws to his muzzle, tongue flicking out to taste her. "MMmmmmmmmm..."
Panting she collapsed again unable to hold herself up any longer. For several minutes they lay there locked together shuddering and twitching, his knot had swollen so much he could not pull out of her. "Th.. thank you... Sir... you were... wonderful..."
Wrapping his arms around his exhausted pet her hugged her, "You were delicious." She smiled then passed out completely. Tenderly he lifted her up, still impaled on his cock and collected their clothing. Nude and still joined together, he carried them from the room. With a wink he tossed her soaked and shredded panties to the stranger, who looked to have creamed his pants. "Hope you enjoyed the show." Humming to himself Obsidian carried his pet home.
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I Could Have Danced All Night by Akihana
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#3 of The Same Old Song and Dance - Vee rubbed her son's head absently as she stared at the phone on the bedside table of the small hotel room. He promised he'd call when he got there... She looked at the clock. 3:50 AM. It was so late now. He must have only forgotten, and calling now would only
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[
"Ferret",
"M/M",
"Plot Development",
"Relationships",
"Shower",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97890-i-could-have-danced-all-night
|
Vee rubbed her son's head absently as she stared at the phone on the bedside table of the small hotel room. He promised he'd call when he got there... She looked at the clock. 3:50 AM. It was so late now. He must have only forgotten, and calling now would only serve to wake him. She would sleep now and get up in the morning to a call from him begging forgiveness for forgetting. She kissed her wolf-son's head lightly and rubbed his cheek before settling into her own bed. *Something must be wrong at home*, she thought. *I've got a bad feeling...*
Brian opened his eyes slowly and reluctantly as light flooded into the bedroom from the window. "Morning already?" He yawned softly, stretching his lithe frame to its limit in order to wake himself up. Something next to him stirred at the motion, startling Brian out of the bed. He looked confusedly around the familiar room as the previous night's events came flooding back to his mind. This was really *his* room. So... none of it was a dream?
He felt as if he should be disgusted with himself. Society told him this, yet something was wrong...or right. He felt so...unsurprised. So happy. So... normal. Nothing about waking up completely without clothes next to his friend, the wolf, made him feel uneasy. He turned and looked at the grey form still in bed... and smiled. Did the ferret himself look *that* cute when he was struggling with sleep? He hoped so, in case the wolf woke first the next time they were together.
*The next time...*
He watched the wolf breathe softly for a time before deciding that he was not going to stir from bed within any reasonable time. He decided a shower would pass time well until his friend woke. When he did wake, they would have to talk. It was a talk that he was fearing mildly, and he was sure that the wolf felt very much the same. Still, a shower would be invigorating.
He went to the hall closet where the wolf family kept their towels and chose a large, soft blue one. Yawning, he took it to the nearest bathroom and shut the door. As the door closed, he shivered a bit. "It's cold," he breathed, quickly hurrying to the shower and turning the water on. As the water heated, he walked to the mirror and examined himself. He looked normal. His eyes were clear and his fur lovely. Nothing had changed physically. And had anything really changed mentally?
He turned to get into the shower and noticed a lump of black in one corner of the bathroom. He got closer to examine it in his ferrety curiosity and realized it was a simple pair of black boxers. He picked them up and stroked them lightly, loving the silken feel to them. "Oh my, I want these," he smiled, bringing them higher and rubbing them against his face, inhaling the musk still faintly present on them.
He put them on the sink where he could easily get to them after his shower and climbed into the rushing water, enjoying its soothing effect throughout his body. He grabbed the bottle of soap and lathered it through his white fur, losing the white bubbles in the process. He had once gotten out of the shower to look at himself covered in bubbles, which only confirmed his theory that it made him look like an incredible bubble-monster. Or like he'd grown his snowy fur out in a strange fashion. He washed the soap out and stood in the shower only a few more minutes before turning off the water. He would have stayed in the shower for much longer as he did at his own home, but he knew his friend's father would come complaining to the young wolf for any strange height of water bill.
Brian stepped out onto the rug in front of the shower and toweled off, watching his wet form in the mirror with a slight sort of vanity. He finished drying and put the final touch on his chosen look of the day; As he slid the boxers onto his body, he felt dirtier than he had before he taken the shower. But, as he told himself, it was the *good* kind of dirty.
He stepped out of the bathroom and, sensing no movement, started down the stairs with all focuses set on fixing some breakfast. Such a workout followed by a night of sleep really stirred up a monstrous appetite in the ferret. As he entered the living room from the stairs, however, his focus changed. "My my," he smiled, sniffing interestedly, "It smells like...*sex* in here." He was glad that the wolf's parents would be out of town for one more night, because it would be a rude awakening if his rather homophobic father were to come home to *this*.
A sound from behind Brian caused him to freeze in his tracks. A heavy footstep... maybe he shouldn't have thought so soon. He turned slowly, fearful of who might find at the other side of the room. The wolf at the other end looked fearful, too, as if more than a little surprised to see the ferret standing in his living room.
"Morning," Alex smiled, holding out a plate with some syrupy (and slightly burnt) pancakes, the smell of which Brian had not noticed due to the overpowering scent of the living room (not to mention his own soapy smell). "Pancakes?"
"Sneaky devil," Brian grinned, relieved that the only wolf in the house was his friend. "Waiting all that time for me to get into the shower to surprise me with pancakes?"
The wolf blushed, setting the pancakes on the kitchen table a few paces behind him. "Well... I-I... I thought it felt like the right thing to do. Are those my boxers?!" He frowned.
"They are, and it was," the ferret assured, walking forward and wrapping an arm seductively around his friend. "They smell delicious! "
"Or is it the living room?" Alex laughed, looking nervously toward the clothes that they had left in the room the night before.
"Maybe a little of both. It's not meat, so you put something special on them for me, I trust?"
"Syrup and butter?" The wolf smiled hopefully.
"I was hoping for something," the ferret winked, sliding his hands lower to the wolf's boxers that he had obviously recovered from the night's activities, "A little less sweet."
"You don't like sweet?" Alex flirted, sliding his own hands lower.
"Of course I do," Brian breathed, leaning in closer to the wolf's face. "I'm just in the mood for salty."
The mood was broken by a sharp ringing from nearby, startling both of them, to which Alex sighed. "Phone," he frowned, leaning in to steal a kiss before running to the ringing device and bringing the receiver to his ear.
The ferret took the phone call as a chance to dig his own phone out of his jeans and place a call to his mother. He figured he would be sticking around longer than he had originally planned.
"Hello?" Alex said, attempting to sound less disappointed than he felt about missing out on another bit of loving with his ferrety friend.
"Hey, honey!"
"Mom!" Alex gasped, turning to look at the ferret to transmit his look of surprise. "How's it going?"
"It's fine. I trust you're taking care of the house?"
"Of course, mom."
"Good, good. How's dad?"
Alex choked. "Dad? I thought he was with you!" Brian turned in surprise at these words, too.
"No, hon'." She sighed, "He left yesterday because there was some meeting that he had to get to urgently this morning."
"Oh, I see..."
"So you haven't seen him?"
"No, sorry. But I just woke up. What time is the meeting?"
"It started about an hour ago, I suppose."
"I probably just missed him or something, then." He hid the panic in his voice very well, he thought.
"All right, well have him call me when he turns up," she sighed, sounding incredibly depressed at the whole situation. Alex would have inquired further, had he not had his own things to worry about.
"Sure, mom. See ya."
With a sigh, Alex sat the phone on its receiver. "That could be a problem," he shivered.
"Dad came home?" The ferret guessed, shutting his phone and shuddering a little himself. He hadn't thought about the parent issue before, but now he realized that it could be a great problem. Though his own mother was very open to the idea of homosexuality (he brought home plenty of lezzie-friends), the wolf's father would just as soon disown a gay son as he would discard any other piece of worthless trash. It would be quite hard to hide the events of the night before, given the strong scent that still lingered in the air...
"Apparently. And apparently he's gone to a meeting. He'll be back though. Oh gods, I'll never hear the end," he began to panic, "He'll disown me! Or he'll make a spectacle. Or he'll keep it quiet and just beat me in solitude. Oh, gods!"
"Hey, calm down!" Brian cried, grabbing his hyperventilated friend's arm. "Maybe he stayed at a motel on the road or something."
"What?"
"Well," the ferret reasoned, "If he came in and smelled what you and I can clearly smell," he blushed, "then he would have immediately crashed into your room and demanded an explanation. He's not exactly a tactful wolf."
"I guess...you're right," Alex smiled. "He definitely wouldn't wait until morning."
"Good. His meeting won't be over for a while, yeah?" The ferret looked to the clock, noting how late the two had woken up. "Let's have that 11:00 breakfast now. We can freshen up the living room in no time."
The wolf smiled sheepishly, "I suppose so." He took his friend's hand and walked into the kitchen, seating him at the table in front of the cooling pancakes. "Eat up. It's not meat, but I figure if wolves can eat it, you'll eat it, too."
"Ooh, such an omnivore, you!" The ferret grinned, taking the fork that the wolf had laid out and sinking it into the pancake. He raised a chunk to eye-level and examined the dripping syrup with interest. By nature, he really was carnivorous. He ate the occasional green (to appease his mother and her silly healthy ways), but he only ate meat (and the occasional starchâ€"potatoes were surprisingly good for something that never squirmed) whenever he could help it.
Pancakes were a good alternative, of course. They were like candy...with some small health value! Brian ate the piece of pancake slowly, and followed up with the entire stack that was made for him. Alex was an exceptional cook, and he knew this well. He often found himself at this very table under similar breakfasting circumstances. Fortunately, the meal of choice was usually some delicious bit of fish or ham. Though the ferret had other ideas as to what needed to be eaten again at that time. He smiled suggestively at the wolf, who was now cleaning some of the pans he used to make the breakfast, trying to telepath the idea to his friend.
"So..." The wolf smiled as Brian brought his plate forward for cleaning.
"So it was amazing. I can't get over how you can make even disgustingly sweet things taste good."
"Oh, I have my way, I guess," he blushed, "But I was so-ing about...well."
"Us?" The ferret sighed, sitting back down at the table. He motioned for the wolf to join him and smiled, "Let's talk, then." He was trying to be the instigator hereâ€"the wolf wouldn't.
"Let's talk," the wolf smiled, "Okay let's talk. What..."
"What...?"
"Yes, what?"
"What are we going to do, you mean?" The ferret closed his eyes and concentrated. "I don't know. I guess I've never been in this situation before."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Alex frowned, "I mean..."
"Because...well...okay, look at it this way," Brian reasoned, "Why did you do what we did last night?"
The wolf flinched and blushed, bringing his head down some. "Well...I... I mean... I just... I felt..."
"Yeah?" The ferret smiled at the wolf's anxiety.
"I mean... I like..I realized thatâ€"" He searched for the words, found them, and said hurriedly, "I realized that I love you maybe...and..."
"You just realized it last night?" He challenged.
"Well...yeah! I mean...is that...bad?"
The ferret leaned over the table and took the wolf's hand, smiling sweetly at him. "Of course it's not bad, puppy. I think I realized that I loved you about the same time you realized it."
"Does it bother you?"
"Of course not," he smiled. "Because I figure that... well! There's no way that something that feels so natural, even if sudden, could be wrong. How can love be wrong, right?"
The wolf looked a bit reassured, putting his other paw on top of the ferret's. "I guess so. I'm... what will people say?"
"Have you really ever cared what others think?"
"Not really," Alex sighed, "But..."
"But your father."
"Exactly! You know as well as I do that he'llâ€""
"Disown you, yes."
The wolf looked angrily at his friend, "And this doesn't bother you?"
Brian looked affronted at that comment, but kept his hand where it was between the wolf's. "You think I'm not afraid that the man I love will get disowned because of me?"
"I'm...I mean," The wolf felt tears oncoming, and fought them back with a shudder, "I'm sorry... I guess I just can't accept this as well as you can."
"I guess it's the family differences," Brian smiled, petting the wolf's hand lovingly. "I know you aren't incredibly homophobic like your dad, but being raised around that can't have had a great effect on that part of your psyche."
"Now you're a psychiatrist?" The wolf smiled, his tears quickly fading. "A man of many talents!"
"You're so fortunate to have me!" The ferret winked, smiling widely.
"I really am." The wolf smiled, standing up slowly. The ferret met him halfway around the table and they embraced. "I really, really am."
"Hey, don't get serious on me or anything, puppy." Brian laughed.
"Everything's going to be all right, right? Everything will work out?"
"I'm a psychiatrist, not a psychic." The ferret grinned. He closed his eyes then, pulling the wolf's face up to meet his own in their first (*But not last! Brian hoped...*) act of passion of the day. The wolf's smooth tongue tasted just as good as it had the day before, the ferret noted (was that a hint of meat on his breath?! The bastard!). And his ass felt just as firm... and he was sure the rest would be the same as the night before, too.
"Yeah, though. Everything's going to be fine." He brought one of his hands to the front of his friend's boxersâ€"
The wolf pushed him away, though, and smiled up. "We've got to clean before we get dirty, right?"
The ferret pouted, "Do we have to?"â€"but he quickly got to work picking up the clothes from the evening before and throwing them into the wash. He looked at the shoes and jacket by the door and decided that they were clean enough to be left alone, but put them away in the closet for the moment anyway. Alex, meanwhile, sprayed air freshener and fabric freshener and every other freshener he could find into the living room to cover up any trace of the scents left on the room. All in all, Brian decided that the room actually smelled much less appealing with the orgy of lilacs, magnolias, and roses. Even Alex decided that the three incense burners were a little much, and finally put them out.
"That wasn't as much work as I had expected," Alex laughed, wrapping an arm around the ferret (who was still trying to get adjusted to the very poignant aroma).
"Think your dad will get suspicious with... y'know, the smell?"
"For all he knows, I'm covering up the smell after a hard day's workout."
"You work out?" The ferret teased, rubbing a hand across the wolf's firm stomach. "I hardly notice."
"Better than your lazy ass," Alex smiled, turning to pull the ferret into another kiss. Even he noticed a certain change in himself. Around the ferret, he lost most of the self-consciousness that plagued him around so many others.
The ferret found something amiss after they pulled out of their kiss, however. He smacked his lips dramatically and shook his head, eliciting a confused noise from the wolf. "What's wrong? Something in my teeth?" Alex frowned.
"No, your teeth are wonderful," Brian smiled seductively, "But..." He sniffed, "You're the only remnant of our little fun last night that hasn't been washed."
"Oh!" The wolf smiled. "Right! I'll go hop in the shower andâ€""
"Oh, what is this *you* nonsense?"
"Huh?" The wolf cocked his head, "Well I mean, I'm just going to get in the shower."
"You obviously can't remember to bathe in the first place! Why should I expect that you know how to bathe correctly?"
"Well, you can assume I do... and..." The wolf blushed, crossing his arms defensively and averting his eyes again. "You could just...go...and watch TV or..."
"Who do you think wears the pants in this relationship, Alex?" The ferret grinned, pushing his friend playfully. "Neither of us right now, but it's the principle of the matter."
"What relationship? Jumping to conclusions are we, Brian?" The wolf challenged, narrowing his eyes. "When did I agree to date *you*?"
The ferret was taken off-guard by this comment, an event that was happening more and more as Alex lost his self-consciousness. Drat. "What? I... I... I thought..."
Alex pulled the ferret into another quick kiss and smiled. "You know I was just joking."
"You scared me," The ferret breathed in a startled sort of way, yet he smiled. "You owe me, now."
"I guess. And you do need to clean again, after wearing my dirty boxers."
"I thought they were amazingly clean-smelling, actually."
The wolf gasped, "You *smelled* them?"
"What? Your musk is nice." The ferret frowned a little ashamedly.
He was met with the wolf's mouth and a smile for the third time. "I thought I was the only weird one."
They walked upstairs and into the small bathroom, neither's hands leaving the other's body. Alex smiled and said, "Run the water and I'll be back with a change of clothes."
As the wolf left, the ferret mumbled to himself, "Nobody said anything about clothes." He turned on the water to a favorable temperature and stripped himself of the boxers. He looked down to find himself eye to ‘eye' with his own length. With all of the groping, he had hardly noticed his own incredible horniness. "Hurry up, Alex," he sighed, sitting on the sink. "Wasting water."
The wolf was quickly back and carrying two changes of clothes. To Brian's surprise (and pleasure), the wolf obviously found himself in the ferret's position: naked and in need of some attention.
After setting the clothes down, Alex dragged his friend quickly into the heat of the small shower, and found his hands wandering, the heat of his actions increasing with the heat of his body. The ferret returned his heated actions with as much, if not more, passion. They kissed again and again, each time growing closer to the other. Once or twice they felt their members touch, but the sensations it sent only barely registered with the hormone-wracked minds.
Alex reached absentmindedly for the soap bottle, squeezing it copiously over their bodies so that their exploring hands would spread cleanliness as well as passion. Brian obviously had a dirtier mindset, as he closed what gap there was between their two bodies and stroked both of their wanting members with one hand. Both gasped, both moaned, and both doubled their output to double the pleasure of the other. With hormones raging and adrenaline pulsing, it was not long before the inevitable came to pass.
"Bâ€"Brian...might want to slow down..." The wolf breathed. "If...you don't mind..."
"I do." The ferret smiled heatedly, stroking even more fiercely.
They came together, or very close to it. It was hard for Brian to decide just by the tenseness of their bodies. Even with the heated water flowing around them, though, they both felt as each other's warm and sticky seed coated their stomachs.
After a few moments of panting, the ferret grinned in a way that gave away the cliché that he would certainly use any moment. "I guessâ€""
"We'll have to get clean again," The wolf groaned, returning his friend's grin.
"Pff," Brian rolled his eyes, "See if I ever grace you with my excellent comedic genius again."
They washed each other for a second time, more thoroughly, and with much groping finished their shower and got dressed. After a little arguing about the wolf's hideous choice of clothes ("Listen, we're not *going* anywhere!"), the two settled down on the big couch for a few hours of relaxing movies, relaxing cuddling, and a bit of relaxing kissing.
And pass the hours did. The next time either of them cared to look at the clock it was well past 4:30 P.M., and they decided pizza would be a good idea for dinner.
As they watched some ‘nonsense,' as Brian called it (a criminal justice show, which Alex was fascinated with), their hands never left each others'. They fell into conversation during the boring parts, which again only turned into more hormone-aided kissing.
"Lucky your dad hasn't walked in with all of your passes at me," The ferret joked as they pulled away for what must have been the hundredth time during the sitting.
"We're making up for lost time," Alex smiled, leaning in to draw his tongue across the ferret's neck. "It is weird that he isn't back. What kind of meeting did he go to, you think?"
Brian stood up while taking out his wallet in answer to the sharp ring of the doorbell. "Who knows? Maybe he already went to get your mom. Pizza's here!"
He opened the door brandishing a crisp bill, but withdrew it as he saw the man at the front door. The cougar looked up at him from behind a pair of small, square glasses, and shifted his hands uneasily in the pockets of his long, black coat.
"Excuse me for bothering you, kid. Someone told me that you could identify this man." He spoke with a deep, cool tone that was uncommon for a cougar. And for someone with glasses. What a weirdo, Brian thought. He looked at the picture and tilted his head. It wasn't a great photo, but it did look familiar. He couldn't recognize the background, but the person...
"Isn't this your dad, Alex?" The ferret cried, grabbing and waving the photo.
"Huh? Looks like him from here, I'll come get a better look." The wolf had an uneasy look on his face as he approached the cougar, but quickly turned as the phone rang. "Damnit, just a second."
As Alex went to answer the phone, Brian turned back to the cougar. "What's this about? He rob a bank or something?"
The cougar frowned at the ferret's joke and spoke frankly. "No, kid. This man has been in a pretty bad traffic accident and is on life support at the hospital. His ID couldn't be found in the wreckage, so we've been everywhere looking for his family. Someone directed us here. Frankly, they should just come say goodbye. I don't think it looks good."
Brian's heart sank, and he felt sudden regret at making any sort of comment about the wolf. He turned toward the younger wolf, who had missed out on the cougar's words, and his eyes began to water at the sudden news. Alex made eye contact and gave him a confused look, but was too busy on the phone to ask what was the matter.
And as an unaware little lizard girl made her way to the door brandishing a heated box of pizza, the unaware wolf spoke to his unaware mother words that caused the more aware ferret to drop his head in silence and even the frank cougar to frown in a sort of sympathy.
"No, mom. I haven't heard from him. I'm sure he's fineâ€"his meeting's just lasted a little longer than it should have."
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But those selfish thoughts were present ever through their grieving. Those thoughts of happiness beyond tragedy and of happiness because of it. But could such wicked thoughtsâ€"thoughts of *benefiting* a relationship from a lossâ€"could *they* truly ever be...happy? And with such selfish thoughts, could *they*, those in such a relationship, be happy? Certainly so! Or certainly *he* hoped. Certainly *I* do.
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Baby Bumping. by Lexius
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This is something me and Ritts from FA were talking about a while ago that came to fruition within my mind as a story. - Baby Bumping By Evangeline Mallory and Nate both belong to Ritts and used with permission. This story is only for those 18 years or older, and contains some sexual situations
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[
"Birth",
"Blowjob",
"Breeding",
"Canine",
"Cheetah",
"Creampie",
"Deep Throat",
"Deep Thrust",
"Equine",
"Feline",
"Gagging",
"German Shepherd",
"Heterosexual",
"Hotdogging Sex Position",
"Kangaroo",
"M/F",
"Marsupial",
"Masturbation",
"Pre",
"Pregnancy",
"Pregnant",
"Rough Sex",
"Stallion",
"Swallowing"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464673-baby-bumping
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Baby Bumping
By Evangeline
Mallory and Nate both belong to Ritts and used with permission.
This story is only for those 18 years or older, and contains some sexual situations which may be uncomfortable to some. The situations here are a work of fiction and do not happen within the actual story arcs of both Nate and Mallory; they came about between a talk between Ritts and me.
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Nate sat at his computer, tapping the stylus of his tablet against the drawing pad with a blank screen facing him. A grumbling growl comes from the marbled polecat no inspiration coming to him for his next drawing; setting the tablet and stylus away he starts up Steam to get his frustrations out in a few games. The six foot one polecat stretched in his chair, looking through the library of games, before a notification popped up on his screen from his IM program.
\*Tattooroogirl has signed on\*
Tattooroogirl: Nate! I need to tell you something!
Marbledcrackers: Mallory? Wow long time no see, didn't you just have a kid?
Tattooroogirl: Yeah, been about a month now she's growing big like her mother ;)
Tattooroogirl: But that's not what I want to talk to you about.
Marbledcrackers: Oh? What do you want to talk about?
Tattooroogirl: I found I've had a weird, kink, I'm so ashamed to have it but it felt so good!
Marbledcrackers: .....Ohmygosh!! Tell me!
Tattooroogirl: It all started right before my daughter was born....
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'Nine months, nine months of being pregnant are almost over but I'm horny as fuck!' Mallory though to herself, she's been sitting in her living room in just a pair of shorts watching television for most of the day, heavy pregnant gut resting on her muscular thighs. One hand reaches up and scratches an itch around the front, though getting a bit restless she pushes herself up off the couch and turns the television off.
"I've got to do something about this arousal." She grumbles to herself, dusky nipples firmly erect from how horny she is, the metal dumbbell piercings glinting in the light as she moves through her apartment. Opening the door to her bedroom, she steps in and looks into the full length mirror at one corner of the ample sized room, a queen sized bed, with a night stand next to it with a contemporary lamp and alarm clock sitting on top. Against one wall sits a dresser with all of her clothes, opposite of the door into her bathroom.
Moving to the mirror, Mallory looks into it as she turns to the side to look at big her pregnant belly has gotten. With the pregnancy, it looks like she has an older child within her belly, she can't even get her arms around it, and it gets in the way of everything, but the attention she gets from it, more than makes up for the inconveniences that come. She does grumble to herself, she loved her innie belly button but now it's an outie, hopefully it'll go back to normal after she gives birth. The five foot six inch tall kangaroo woman, peers over her toned body with the huge belly that's holding the two kangaroo joey's from a hot fling that made her this way. The roo was packing way more cock than he needed to keep to herself, she can easily remember that night.
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*Nine months earlier.*
It was a slow night at the usual spots, Mallory hunting for some fun, maybe a big hunky guy to get to pound her hard, or perhaps a smaller guy she could pin to a bathroom floor and ride and abuse. She's tried most of her frequent spots, and nothing but the last bar of the night is usually packed, especially at this time at night. Stopping before the entrance of the bar, Mallory fixes her lilac colored tube top, showing off the firm mounds of her breasts, toned midriff with the curve of her hourglass figure and the muscled six-pack she's devoted a lot of time to perfect. The large tattooed tail pushes down the back of her super tight jeans, the faded material, rips along the knee's, though with her large tail her shapely tush is on display, with hints of the straps to her thong peeking out.
"Bingo." The tattooed kangaroo says under her breath, walking through the door into the bar, her nose twitching at the scent of some cigarettes and cigar smoke floating around. Pushing her chest out, straining the tube top more so than it was already, she struts over to the bar, getting glances and leers from both the guys and girls within the bar. She loved it, the attention, having the eyes on her but tonight she was on the hunt, her dark grey eyes scan the room, not catching sight of any particular sight for the moment.
"Well hello Mallory, what'll it be tonight?" The bartender catches the rooess' attention, the clouded leopard was a decent height, about five foot four, perky breasts hidden behind a tight t-shirt bearing the bar's logo, with a part of jeans down below.
"Mmm well something tall, hung and horny, with my usual." The leopardess chuckles and gets the mug of beer for Mallory, while leaning against the bar.
"We had a new guy come in earlier, still here I believe, probably went to the bathroom." With a pat on the kangaroo's shoulder, the bartender moves off to help someone else. Taking a sip of her beer, Mallory scans the bar once again, eyes catching sight of who the bartender was talking about and Mallory's mouth just dropped.
"Oh hell yes, he's perfect." She says in her head starting to make her way towards the hunk of her dreams. The guy in question, alone at a tall table taking a drink of his drink and popping a few bar nuts into his mouth as he watches all the people around. Judging in her head, he looked easily six foot, seven inches tall of red kangaroo, blond waving hair flowing down between his ears which have a band around the medium length hair into a loose pony tail behind his head. A blue and white polo shirt, adorns the tight muscled chest, looking like any flex could rip it off. A quick glance down below, Mallory spies the khaki shorts he's wearing over those strong muscular thighs, and the tell-tale sign of a good bulge within the crotch.
"Hello there stud, what are you doing over here all alone?" Putting a sway in her hips Mallory steps up to the table, surprising the guy making him sputter, but grin back to her. Setting down his drink he turns fully to the buff rooess and chuckles, giving her the once over as well.
"Well, waiting for someone like you to show up little miss." He says with a light chuckle as he leans against the table, picking up a few more of the bar nuts and pops them in his mouth. Placing an arm on the table and leaning against it the male kangaroo looks to Mallory with a light hmm rising from him.
"I'm Devlin." He offers the other hand over the table, which Mallory takes and shakes with a surprisingly firm grip. "Mallory, a pleasure to meet you Devlin, don't see many guys like you around here." Mallory takes another drag from her beer as she sets it down on the table and moves to face Devlin better. Ears perk up from Devlin's head as he hears what she says, giving a glance around at everyone else within the bar, a few females but mostly males all chatting away, though most not as buff as he considers himself. He chuckles while taking another drink from his own beer, one ear half cocking.
"Well, I'm new around here and I was told this was a good place to find some interesting folk to hang out with." Though giving a slightly overdrawn wink to give Mallory the hint of what he meant and she got it with a chuckle and placing her beer down a bit harder on the table.
"Oh is that so..." She trails off giving a devilish grin to the taller kangaroo, who's eyebrows raise a bit but returns the grin to Mallory as he chuckles.
"I've seen that look before." Devlin says as he takes another drink, looking around the bar for a split second, Mallory catching his attention once again as she moves around the table to be closer to him.
"Oh, you mean, the 'Lets do something nasty' look?" That grin never leaving her lips as he feels a hand land in his crotch and grope the package there. Her grip strong, but soft at the same time, while her hand on his crotch distracted him she gripped his shirt pulling him up and starting to draw him towards the bathrooms, a quick glance around shows no one watching them, while Devlin stumbles behind her into the men's room.
To say that Mallory is forceful is an understatement, Devlin didn't know what he was getting into as the door to the men's room was closed she was on him, well on him more so than when in public. The kiss was hard, their muzzle and lips mashing together, as her hands latch onto his rump and gives the firm cheeks hard squeezes through his pants, which were getting tighter by the moment. Breaking the kiss, he pants and looks down to Mallory as she quickly kneels on the floor, and as she's done this before his pants are popped open, and she gets smacked in the face with the male's dick.
Snickering at the sight, though the laughter is cut off a bit as she gives a slap of her own. Groaning out, the warm wetness of Mallory's lips engulfs the large roo cock, a gagging noise is heard from her as she pushes as far down as she can, pulling back with a lewd slurping sound leaving the dark piece of cock glistening in the light of the bathroom.
"Damn, if I had of known you were packing this much, you wouldn't of made it to the bathroom." And down she goes again, lewd slurps and sucks as she roughly bobs up and down over the tick cock within her muzzle. Devlin moaning as he grips her head and bucks his hips against her, making her gag and choke just a bit with some of the more forceful thrusts. Pulling his cock from Mallory's muzzle, he gives her a light, wet slap of the hard length over her muzzle, before he reaches down and pulls her up. Pushing her against the sink, her muzzle pressed against the glass.
"Come on; fuck me hard, I want the bar to hear my screams!" She pants back to the roo hunk behind her, who grabs her large tail, moving it out of the way so he can drag those tight jeans, and the thong under it down enough to give him access. Fingers drag across her sex, feeling her wetness, seems she likes to dominated by stronger guys. Devlin is a gentleman, and he gives the ladies what he wants, lining himself up with her pussy, he teases her labia with the thick tip.
"Don't forget the con.....FUCK!" She couldn't finish the sentence like she wanted, what with the hard thrust from behind sinking all of that dark, fuck stick of kangaroo meat into her depths. One hand rests between her shoulder keeping her held against the sink and mirror, while the other keeps her powerful tail from knocking him out as it swings around. He doesn't go gently either, he fucks like a man possed slamming his own powerful hips against hers, making the sink creak with every impact.
Each and every thrust is met with a cuss from Mallory, or a taunt to go harder which Devlin does and slams into her, brining one hand down to lift up a leg putting her a bit off balance as she's pushed against the wall hard. Lewd smacks and expletives echo in the room, though no one has come in which maybe from the noise coming from it, but even if someone did they wouldn't stop with the way she's cussing, a second person may come in and use something to shut her up.
"Take it you slut, you like my thick, unprotected cock in your cunt?" Devlin growls out, his heavy balls slapping her thighs adding to more of the lewd sounds reverberating in the bathroom. Grinning to himself, he grabs Mallory's hips and rolls her over on the sink, putting most of her weight on the porcelain table, groaning under her weight, and her own swear from the faucet pressing against her back.
"Come on, is that all you got? I thought you were a stud, my dildo's fuck better than you." She growls out, spurring the male on as he starts to slam fuck her, balls slapping her tail hard as he grunts and fucks. She's gripping the sink hard, holding on for dear life as she's fucked hard, grunt every time the thrust pushes her back into the faucet, then he grinds deeply into her depths as he gets set off. His cock swelling within her and the thick shots of his virile seed fill her depths, then overfilling her as it spurts back out around his dark cock, streaking it white, getting on her thighs and balls as well.
"OH FUCK!" She cries out, hitting her own orgasm from all the rough treatment, she was just given her mind going blank as she squeezes down over the spurting cock, milking all his jizz out and into her, which unbeknownst to her ensuring that she'll be a mother in nine months. Both pant and grunt, before Devlin pulls from her depths, letting her slump onto the bathroom floor with a grunt, thick rivulets of the male's seed drooling from her abused, stretched depths.
"Here give me a spit shine." He pushes the flagging erection against her lips, which she greedily takes up, sucking off the streaks of seed, getting some on her face in the process. Once he's clean he pulls it back into his pants, reaching down to help her up as she pulls her messed pants back on.
"Here's my number, call me." He writes down his number onto a piece of paper handing it to Mallory before he heads out to pay his bill and head out for the night. Mallory on the other hand stumbles out of the bathroom to the bar, ordering a stiff drink.
"Any good?" The bartender asks, grinning as she's seen that look before on many customers, which Mallory does nod as she takes a big drink panting a bit. She then pays her bill and gets a wave to the bartender as she walks out with an odd walk to show one who was just fucked pretty well.
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*A few months later.*
It's been about four months since that fateful night, and Mallory looks down at her once toned belly which now bulges with a roundness that only can signify ones pregnancy. She can't complain though, she thought it was easy to find someone to fuck before getting pregnant, but now with her pregnancy about halfway through she's getting a lot more guys hitting on her, and finding out she isn't just a girl you can fuck and leave.
This is one of those times, she was in the supermarket earlier shopping for some of the weird cravings she's been having lately, and during that expedition she was hit on by a lanky cheetah guy, who was acting like he was a stud. Mallory normally wouldn't give him a second look, but being pregnant has ramped up her sex drive with her dom streak has peaked recently. After playing coy, which for a tattooed, dyke looking kangaroo girl seemed to work wonders as she fed the 'flames' of the cheetahs ego.
Getting back to her house, she waited for him to arrive giving her ample time to change into something more comfortable for her. Soon a knock on the door is heard, a sadistic grin crossing her muzzle as she opens it, catching the guy off guard as he see's what she's wearing, or not wearing right now. The only clothing she could be considered wearing is the pair of nipple rings pierced through her nipples, and a pair of thigh high leather boots and nothing else.
"Oh shi...." Is all he got out, being grabbed by the cuff of his shirt, the door is slammed behind him and he's tossed down onto the couch with a grunt, realizing he jumped into the deep he squirmed back against the couch trying to move away from her, but she grabs his legs and pulls him closer to her.
"Don't run, I thought you wanted me?" She chuckles a bit evilly as she starts to pull his clothing off with his squirming, and even though his reluctance to continue this his erection is rock hard standing up from his lap like a lewd salute.
"Awww isn't that cute." A loud thump makes him jump as she places one heavy boot on one side of him straddling his lap and guiding his pick cock to her dripping wet snatch. Slamming her heavy body down onto him, he grunts as she starts to ride the poor guy like a stallion, and he's just there for a ride and what a ride it is. The couch is creaking, moving a bit after every slam of her hips down, pushing him further into the cushions, as her powerful hips grind down onto his smaller ones trying to get the most of the smaller guy that she can. He's not like the big hunk she's use to, but the way he squirms and whines with her rough bouncing gives her a pleasure all it's own. Ooops it looks like her rough bouncing has set the poor cheetah off, firing off a weak load into her squeezing depths as her big belly shakes above him with her rocking.
"Come on, not even five minutes? Well you're not leaving till I get mine." She growls down to him, leaning down her big belly pressing tight against his body as she starts to slam her hips down over his, his cock never going down even after blowing his load already, going for the second ride of the day. The couch is getting the worst of it, being shaken and rocked with how hard she's taking the guy under her, bruised pelvises aren't something you should be proud about, but with the guy below her it maybe all he'll be able to brag about if he's not too embarrassed about it.
After thirty minutes, and two more loads blown from the cheetah guy below her Mallory finally hits her own as she slams down on him. Grinding her hips over his as her inner depths squeeze tightly over his hurting shaft while her body goes into convulsions from the powerful orgasm, belly jiggling before she slumps down against the smaller guy pinning him below her as she pants and gathers her breath back.
As if being tricked and ridden like a toy horse for an hour, Mallory gets off with just a bit of a wobble in her step, helping him up and out the door still in the nude and sore as she tosses his clothing to him.
"Call me sometime." She winks closing the door leaving him to scramble to get his clothes on and get back to his car.
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*Back to the present.*
Grumbling to herself once more, those thoughts only made her that much hornier then she already was. Pulling off the shorts and panties she was wearing, frowning at the noticeable wetness within them, chucking them into the dirty clothes basket she keeps. Giving herself one more look in the mirror, a myriad of tattoos roam her body, different designs over each part, thought she does take note of a good place for another tattoo with a grin.
"Prowling time is almost here, the bar should have a nice selection." She checks the time, 5:30pm enough time for a shower she thinks. Grabbing a towel and some fitting clothes she heads into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting it get nice and hot before climbing in. Sighing softly, the heat and steam matting down her fur letting her relax a bit before the itch of arousal hits her again.
"I have time." She says to herself, easing herself against the wall as she places one foot on the side of the tub, giving her better access to her sex as one hand slips down to stroke over the wet folds teasing her clit making her shiver and groan, knowing just were she needs to touch. But even with the time, she needed to get off now, she grabbing her shower head she twists it to give that massaging stream, and on come the moans. The water pumping out in quick spurts hits all the right places, sending her shivering and convulsing against the wall as her legs and tail keep her up. Biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure as she quickly hits her climax, slumping down she lets the hot water wash over her.
Not all fur being matted down was from the steam, or water the quick climax she just had got her sweating just a bit and fanned the flame of her arousal, she needs a dick and she needs it now. Finishing up her shower, she climbs out carefully so she doesn't hurt herself of the unborn children within, she dries off her fur. Pulling on her clothing, she chose something simple this time, easy to get into and out, a dark red halter-top graces her much larger chest, with the straps of her black bra coming out of the top and over her shoulders. A pleated skirt adorns the wide, powerful hips going down to mid-thigh, but her tail lifting the back up and showing off the thong she's wearing, going between the two firm cheeks of her ass. Not bothering with make-up, she fixes her clothing and putting on a pair of flip-flops, easiest to put on with her heavy pregnancy. Grabbing her purse and keys, she leaves the apartment, locking the door behind her she heads out to her car.
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*Fifteen minutes later.*
It was a short drive to the bar, she choose a different one this time makes it easier to pick out the studs she wants, no pretense tonight she going to drag them to the bathrooms and hopefully get her brains fucked out. Slipping into the bar, she easily gets a few whistles and cat calls her way as she proudly moves through the bar, eyes scanning the building for that perfect hunk. Grunting to herself she feels a twinge of pain, which elects some pleasure afterwards making her search quicker, arousal building faster.
"A-ha, there you are." She whispers to herself, spotting hunk of a canine, German shepherd the black and russet coat kept in good condition and those strong muscles looking like they're about to break free from his clothing. He was alone drinking at the bar she slips over and pushes a hand into his back pocket giving his firm rump a squeeze as she leans into whisper into his ear.
"Hey sexy, want to have a good time?" She says seductively before slipping away and heads straight for the bathroom, which the shepherd turns and grins following the sway of her large tail and hips. She doesn't get far into the bathroom, before the shepherd pushes her against the wall and kisses her hard, then breaking the kiss and nipping at her neck.
"So the pregnant slut want to get fucked?" One large hand groping her chest roughly while the other reaches under her skirt to push her thong off to the side, then roughly pushing too fingers into her pussy making her groan out from the man handling she's getting by the much larger canine. Heavy hands move to her shoulders after a few moments of groping her, pushing her down onto her knee with her body jiggling a bit. The smell she caught coming from the males pants was heavenly, pure male and overpowering to her senses.
"If the pregnant slut wants this dick in her cunt, she needs to get it properly slicked, though judging by your belly the guy probably just rammed it in." He growls, pressing his groin against her face, rubbing that bulge across her muzzle forcefully. Mallory quickly reaches up to open up the pants, letting that heavy log of a cock flop over her muzzle limply, easily bigger than the cock that made her belly swell up as big as it is. The lewd slapping of the limp cock knocked Mallory out of her daze, blinking and looking up to him with a peeved look.
"I said lube it up or it's going in dry." The shepherd growls down to her, before Mallory rolls her eyes taking the base of the thick shaft in one hand as her lips open to lick the thick pointed tip. If a guy walks in the next thing would be very comical, as Mallory's eyes bug out as the shepherd rams his limp cock home into her muzzle. The length quickly swelling in her mouth, stretching it, and her throat over the large meat as lewd coughing and gagging can be heard from Mallory. Her fingers grip his thighs tightly, digging in and making him thrust into her throat more.
Mallory winches in pain as she's forced to deep throat the thick cock with each rough thrust, but every sharp twinge of pain shooting through her body lights up her nerves in another way, pleasure. Groaning around the cock as she does her best to suck through her gagging and his thrusting, but pained twinges hit at odd intervals causing more pleasure to shoot through her body and start to get her thong and thighs wet from her own juices as she squirms, belly jiggling tightly from the force of her muzzle fuck.
"There we go..." Panting out his tongue lolls out of the side of his muzzle, hips going into auto-drive mode as heavy balls smack over her chin and throat as she's pressed tight under the sink. The view was nice, the hugely pregnant Mallory squatting down below the shepherd, mouth and throat bulging from his cock as her tits strained in her top with the huge belly resting and squeezing between her powerful thighs, and pushing her skirt down giving her some sort of decency, even with a mouth full of canine cock.
The canine's hips start to pound harder against Mallory's muzzle, making her gags and choking noises even lewder as her slobber and the pre he's pumping out drip from her chin, slinging off his balls and onto her top starting to make it see-through, the black bra keep her tits hidden. The shepherd's stance widens a bit as he grips either side of Mallory's head, hips starting to go to town on her throat as the smacking of balls against chin, mixing with the gagging and choking coughs from Mallory. Trying to hold his hips back from thrusting to hard, but he powers through her grip, before groaning out and slamming his hips against her lips.
That pain hits again, this time sharper and more located in her belly, making her think it may be the large cock lodged in her throat, but it still comes with the huge amounts of pleasure after each spike. Her legs and the floor below absolutely covered in her juices just from the pained pleasure she's getting. Slowly her pleasure, pained addled brain starts to get an idea of why these sharp twinges are happening and it turns her on all the more. Slobbering and gagging over the thick-pole, as it's pistoned in and out of her throat and muzzle in the lewdest way possible.
"Oh yeah, here's some protein to help the baby grow big and strong." The shepherd growls out as the thick ropes of his seed start to fire off into her throat filling Mallory's belly quickly. Pulling out quickly Mallory coughs as strings of cum lace her lips as her face gets plastered with the thick seed, strong jet after jet splashing her muzzle and then lazily rolling down onto her heaving chest and belly. Gathering her breath back, Mallory looks up as best she can under the sink seeing the shepherds' cock still rock hard, streaked white with cum and her own spit.
"Hoooo boy, I knew pregnant sluts were horny but damn." He grins grabbing Mallory's shoulder and pulling her from under the sink and shakily to her feet, a small puddle under her from her own arousal. Turning the heavily pregnant kangaroo around, he presses her tightly against the sink, her hugely swollen belly filling in the bowl of the sink, and over filling it while her face presses tightly to the mirror as the canine behind her lifts her large tail up as high as it can go, smacking the mirror above her head. Her tail being lifted up also moves the skirt out of the way, letting the shepherd see the soaked groin and thong she's wearing.
"Would you look at that, came already, damn I'm good." He chuckles, giving the large muscled rump a hard smack making Mallory moan out as it causes more pain to shoot through her, adding to the pleasure she's experiencing, making her large belly ripple in the sink. Lewdly sticking two fingers into Mallory's sopping wet sex, he drags them out and pulls her thong to the side giving a good view of her drooling pussy flexing with the pained pleasure she's feeling. Pulling his hips forward the streaked tip of his cock presses into her. Without further teasing, he slams forward, showing her that kangaroo's aren't the only ones who can do powerful thrusts.
Mallory's eyes open wide as she feels the huge cock being plowed into her wet depths, the pain sores through the roof as her contractions hit big time, but the pleasure hits almost immediately and she hits the biggest orgasm she's had in her life, pussy clamping down and spasming over the cock pumping through her juicy squeezing walls. She's like a vice to him as he plows through her muscles going to town on that squealing, moaning pile of pregnant kangaroo.
"Damn girl..." He growls through gritted teeth as her clamping muscles relax as the contraction dies down, allowing the shepherd to get back into the more hard body rocking thrusts, pressing Mallory into the mirror with every pump of his hips. As if on cue the next big contraction hits Mallory and she squeals louder, hitting another pained orgasm as her body shudders from the sudden sensations, making the canine behind her growl out and slam harder, powering through her spasming muscles.
Biting her bottom lip to keep her screams of pleasured pain from echoing into the main bar, Mallory shudders as another contraction hits just soon after the second big one, keeping her orgasm rolling on as her body quakes and shivers, muscles contracting and squeezing the pumping cock. The big shepherd was having the time of his life, the pregnant kangaroo under him squealing and moaning to the painful contractions she's having, but he doesn't know that and thinks it's all him prodding him to go even harder into the quivering backside of Mallory's.
"Oh fuck yeah slut, bet you've never been fucked like this before." Giving her ass another hard slap as he looks to what's left of the mirror visible and flexes to himself. The large heavy tail of Mallory's snaps him out of the flexing as another convulsion runs through her body, setting off another orgasm, making him grunt and ramp harder into her as a much louder moan is pushed from her lips. One hand grips her wide hips, as the other is placed in between her shoulder blades, now starting a slam fucking of the kangaroo as he rams her into the sink and mirror.
If this had been any other romp, Mallory would be talking back and egging the male on to fuck her harder than he is, but as her contractions get slowly closer, the pain ramping up which adds more fuel to the perverse pleasure she's getting as well. Her mind is muddled and swimming in the pleasured pain, only able to get out squeals and moans, the occasional grunt when she's slammed into the wall by a particularly hard thrust from the shepherd.
Then it happened, the biggest shock of pain making her clench down even harder as the final straw hit her body and her water broke, a large gush of fluid rushing out around the shepherds as the highest squeal ever breaks through her lips as she quakes and shivers from the pained pleasure soaring through her body. That was the final straw from the shepherd who was pulling out for one last thrust, his cock slips out and slides across Mallory's ass. The spire of canine cock hot-dogged between her firm ass cheeks before fire off the strings of his second orgasm all across her tail and back while he growled out in pleasure.
"Wow...that's the best sex I've had...." The canine says as he steps back his cock flagging from the two climaxes as he watches Mallory slump off the sink and onto the floor, shaking and panting as she's racked with pleasure and pain from the contractions. It was at that time the shepherd realized something was up and panicked, stuffing himself back into his pants he rushes out to the bar getting their attention and quickly hurries out.
No one asked as the paramedics arrived and helped Mallory off to the Ambulance, why she was in the men's room and smelled of sex, they just knew she was giving birth and needed to get her to the hospital quickly to ensure the safety of the child and mother.
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*At the hospital.*
It's been fifteen minutes from when she was picked up by the ambulance and brought to the hospital, the contractions getting a bit closer together. The doctors have gotten Mallory into a room and set up in the patient gown, nurses and doctors rushing around to get everything set up as Mallory panted through the mind numbing sensations. Every contraction gives her a small orgasm though the doctors think it's pain, but every time they offer to give her some medicine to dull the pain.
"Are you sure you don't want any pain medication Miss Dunn?" The doctor asked Mallory who pants and grits her teeth to keep showing that she is in pain, but really it's being over whelmed by the pleasure that it's causing her, she shakes her head and rides through it.
"Alright, your contractions are a few minutes apart, so just get comfortable." The doctor says as they get her legs up in the stirrups putting a towel over her legs to keep thing a bit more private as they wait. For Mallory the whole thing was a weird mix of embarrassment, excitement, and pained pleasure as the hours slowly go by for her and the doctors as the contractions finally hit a crescendo and the baby starts to make it's way through her birthing canal.
"Ok, we can see the head crowning, just keep letting out the deep breaths and pushing when you need to." Reaching up with a towel between the kangaroo's legs he starts to catch the child's head and guide it out as Mallory grunts and pushes as she finally gives birth after twelve hours of labor. Panting and laying back on the bed as she gives one last final push to get the baby out and into the doctor's arms, who catches the child and with the nurses, help cleans her up and cuts the umbilical cord.
"Congratulations Miss Dunn, you have a healthy baby girl." A weak grin on her muzzle as she accepts her daughter into her arms, bringing the crying child to her chest and lets her suckle on her breast and draw out the milk within.
"And what are you going to name her?" The doctor asks holding the birth certificate, looking to Mallory as the kangaroo gets her bearings once again.
"Riley." She says softly, looking down at her daughter and stroking over her head, having a nice mixture of Mallory's golden coat and the fathers' darker red coat.
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*Two years later.*
"Thank you so much Melanie." Mallory was to the teenaged otter girl watching her rush around to gather up all her stuff to get ready. "I know Riley can be a handful, but you're the only one I can trust to take care of her and make her mind."
"Oh it's no problem Miss Dunn, she's a sweetheart!" Melanie smiles sweetly to the mother kangaroo as she picks up her daughter and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, you be good for Melanie while I'm gone." The younger kangaroo giggles at the kiss and nods to her mother's before giving her the biggest hug she can as she's set down. Giggling again Riley takes Melanie's hand and starts to drag her off to the playroom.
"I left money on the table for take-out, I'll be home around midnight." She calls out to Melanie, before chuckling and shakes her head as she grabs her car keys and heads out the door. Heading out to the car Mallory straightens out the shorts she's wearing against her large tail, and the spaghetti strap top she's put on up top.
It's been two years since the birth of her daughter, but Mallory has kept up with her exercises keeping her body in the same fitness as before getting knocked up by Devlin. She's kept in contact with him to let him know about their daughter and he's sent money over to help her when he can and visited a few times. Tonight is a very special night, she's been thinking about the night that her daughter was born and the sensations of with that shepherd.
It felt so wrong getting off to those contractions and the pain she felt, but there was something absolutely addicting about it, and tonight was going to be the night where she gets it all started again with this new guilty pleasure she has. With a quick trip to the normal bar, she hangs out at when she has time away from her daughter, and the crowd has changed since she last visited so her face should be unrecognizable to most of the patrons.
Getting some time alone is always nice, but since that night that addiction has been ticking at the back of her head, Telling her to get pregnant once more so she can feel that orgasmic rush of sinful pained pleasure that made that night the best night of her life in more ways than one. Slipping into the bar, Mallory notices it's reasonably packed her eyes darting to one guy to the neck, checking them out as she pads closer to the bar.
"What will it be Miss." The grizzled bear bartender asks while wiping down the bar.
"Give me a Long Island Ice Tea." It wasn't her main choice of drink, but it looked like it'll be a while finding a suitable hunk to drag off to the bathroom to sate her urges.
"Here you go Miss." The bear offers the drink to Mallory who takes it and hands him some money before she slips off into the crowd, mingling and watching the others as she makes her way to an empty table and sits down. For a herbivore, she has very predator like eyes, scanning and mentally checking off stuff in her mind on who would fit. Sipping on her drink and ordering some wings, she watches for an hour or so before noticing someone has been watching her as well. A quick glance confirms it, and all the lights in her mind light up, this is the one a nice hunky stallion to play with.
Easily a foot taller than her the stallion was a very healthy, maybe not as ripped as some other people she's been with, but well stallions are notorious for other things. A grin spreads across her muzzle as she watches him laugh as a friend of his tells a joke. Nevertheless, he has looked over to her table more than once, catching sight of the lone kangaroo woman covered in tattoo's looking around the bar. After excusing himself from his friends, he slips over to the bar and grabs a drink for himself and Mallory as she then walks over.
"All alone tonight?" He asks setting both drinks down as Mallory glances up at him with a grin, nodding her head.
"A bit, taking a break from a crazy week, Mallory." She replies offering her hand as he takes it and gives it a firm shake; though she surprises him by giving, a firm squeeze right back. Being that close, Mallory was able to get a better look at him; fit body, going to the gym often enough, dark mane looks clean and healthy, as well as the package he seems to be hiding in his pants. Eyes light up at seeing it going down one leg for a bit as she chuckles to him.
"A pleasure Mallory, I'm Jared." The stallion pulls up a chair next to Mallory, sipping his drink for a moment. Looking over her from his vantage point he grins at what he sees, taking another drink as he grins.
"Though from the looks of it, it seems you're not here to relax." He teases with a wink, making Mallory grin back at him and nod as she finishes off her drink.
"You could say that, how about we meet in the bathroom and get to know each other better." She then gets up and walks through the bar into the hallway for the bathrooms before sneaking into the men's room after checking to make sure no one was using it. Mallory and then the stallion quickly occupied it as well, pressing up behind her, letting her feel the thick bulge grinding over her ass through his pants. Reaching down, Jared opens up his pants and fishes out his large horse cock, letting the huge length flop between the firm ass cheeks of Mallory's.
"Whoa there big boy, no back door action I want that right where it'll count." She tsks back at him before she feels his hands fumbling with her shorts and pulling them down with her thong under it, letting it drop to her feet. The firm, warm furred cheeks around his cock aroused him more so than many things as he starts to buck. Hot-dogging his cock through Mallory's ass cheeks, he gets himself hard fast and the huge horse cock rising from his hips easily longer and thicker than many others, she's had.
"Come on, fuck me now! I want it hard." He pants back from feeling the large cock teasing her muscled rump, before it's dragged down leaving a trail of precum down her ass before the tip wedges against her cunt making her shiver. Being the gentleman he is, Jared thrusts forward slamming a good portion of his cock into her pussy.
"FUCK!" Mallory yells out from the sudden thrust, but she pants and pushes her strong ass back against the horses' hips, rocking back and forth with his thrusts. Heavy nuts smacking her thighs with loud, lewd smacks as they promise their contents to the kangaroo being fucked before them.
"Damn girl, don't you get out much!" Jared grunts deeply from a particularly hard squeeze from Mallory, who uses her kegal exercises too good uses as she makes his thrusts get a bit erratic as he tries to power through the powerful muscles squeezing over him. Relenting on her squeezing she grips the sink she's leaning against as he thrusts harder and faster into Mallory, who moans out and pants as the pleasure starts to rise quicker and quicker.
"Come on stud, fuck me, fuck me hard!" She calls back pressing tight against some of his harder thrusts as her body shakes from the force, her head dipping down as she lets out a low moan as a small orgasm ripples through her body, squeezing down over Jared's pistoning cock. Leaning over Mallory, Jared pants against her back as he starts to slam his thick cock through her gripping, spasming pussy as those inner walls squeeze and milk him so well driving him nuts with the random.
"Sorry for the quickie babe....." He pants lewdly into her ear as his hips buck harder, balls pulling closer to his body as he starts to slam fuck the roo before him as her large tail thumps against his chest from each and every hard thrusts into her squeezing depths.
"Don't pull out, cum in me. I'm on the pill." She moans out, knowing full well she isn't on the pill, and just those words spurred the stallion on as she starts to ride the thrusts like he was a bucking bronco in a rodeo, hanging on for dear life as a powerful orgasm rips through her body, and then it happens. With a loud whiney Jared slams into Mallory, his shaft twitching and starts to unload the contents of his balls into her depths, quickly overfilling those stretched depths with his seed as it squirts out around his length.
"Oh yeah!" Mallory cries out as she rides her orgasm out, inner walls milking and squeezing his dick for all the seed being pumped into her as she tries to keep from falling down onto the floor as her legs give out just a bit. Panting in afterglow the two slowly regain their composure as Jared pulls from her depths with a grunt as his length flops out against his leg wetly, pulling it back into his pants he gives the up turned rump a hard slap.
"Come around more often babe, we'll be able to do this longer." He chuckles as he leaves the bathroom, leaving Mallory to regain her strength and get her clothes in order. Slipping out unseen she pads to the bar and pays for her drink, making a quick look around, seeing the bar mostly empty now, she adjusts her clothing and walks out of the bar and back to her car. Slipping into the seat, she grins at the wet feeling of the horses seed squishing between her legs, starting the car up she pulls out of the parking lot and heads for home.
"Melanie, I'm home!" Mallory calls out as she slips into her home looking around to see the young otter girl asleep on the couch with her daughter curled up next to her. Smiling she picks her daughter up and carries Riley off to her room and tucks her daughter in. Heading back into the living room she gentle rouses the teen otter who yawns.
"Oh sorry Miss Dunn, I must have fallen asleep." Mallory smiles to Melanie, pulling out some money and hands it to her.
"It's no problem Melanie, I hope Riley was good." The otter girl nods with a smile to the mother.
"She was an angel; just call me anytime you need a babysitter." Giving the older roo a hug the otter teen heads out and down the street to her own home. Heading back to her room, Mallory slips out of her clothing and climbs into her bed, falling asleep quickly.
A few weeks later after having a few weird cravings Mallory bought a pregnancy test, and grins, the little pink positive sign showing up that she is pregnant with Jared's child.
\~\*THE END\*\~
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Celes' Night by Blackpaw Badger
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Celes' Night Celes walked through the halls of the Air base, most everyone had gone to bed or left for their homes by now, and the base was abandoned except for the night watch. Her own living area was inside the bas itself; She was a technician after all, one of the best, besides Slippy toad and
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"Anal",
"M/F",
"Mild NC",
"Oral",
"Raccoon",
"Virgin"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1016-celes-night
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Celes' Night
Celes walked through the halls of the Air base, most everyone had gone to bed or left for their homes by now, and the base was abandoned except for the night watch. Her own living area was inside the bas itself; She was a technician after all, one of the best, besides Slippy toad and Peppy Hare. She sighed, thinking of them, the fact that they were home with loved ones, Peppy had Annie. Slippy had Croakella. She had nothing but her books. And her dreams....
But, oh what sensual dreams they were. Her alone, with the one man she loves. His body chiseled out of what must've been the very mountain of the gods. His firm grip holding her tightly, but gently. She looked into his eyes, and they kissed deeply...
Celes Shook the last images away, it was only that.... a Dream. "What would he see in me?" she thought, and sighed again. She looked up and saw the card slot beeping a silent red light at her, she took out her ID card and placed it into the slot, a green light beeped, then the door opened. She continued her walk, thinking about her task at hand. Late night check of computer systems, it wasn't really her choice.... stupid straws...
She rounded the corner and saw a light on in the control room; she stopped and held her breath. An intruder? A spy? Or maybe just one of the guards searching for stuff on the net? "Hopefully the latter...", she thought. She slowed down and poked her head around thaw corner, and froze. "Oh... gods..." she whispered as she saw the young male raccoon sitting at a computer typing on the keyboard. She held her breath, "oh boy oh boy oh boy...." She said to herself, "C'mon, Celes. Go in there... talk to him." she thought. "Easier said than done. Brain." She whispered to herself. She gulped and stood up, her mouth suddenly dry. She shook her head, "Job. Comes first...." Celes said...
"Unless he does as well..." She giggled at the thought, and then straightened up and she heard the chair inside the room turn. "Hello?" A male voice said, her heart stopped for a moment. "Oh... err... Hi." Celes said as she rounded the corner, and looked him straight in the eyes. She stopped, unable to say anything else, except, "Bleeeah..."
Sam's forehead scrunched up and an eyebrow raised, "you okay, Celes?"
She blinked, and shook her head, "Oh. Um. Yeah. I... I'm fine..." She smiled, "just here doing some routine system checks." she smiled as she sat across from him, and turned on the monitor, the system. She stared at him, seeing how quickly his hands moved over the keyboard, and getting erotic ideas about the keyboard being her body, every press, every touch, every brush. She yelped.
Sam looked dup in surprise, "Celes? What happened?"
She cast her face downward, blushing furiously under the fur, "Err. I. I stubbed. My. Toe..." She said in a low voice, and then quickly looked at the monitor as the prompt came up, and keyed in her password and information. Sam was still looking at her.
"Celes. I know something bothering you; you've acted odd for a little while now, and I'm worried. Maybe your over worked..." Sam said
"No, I'm not overworked." she said, then lowered her voice, "Though. I'd like to be...."
Sam still looked at her, "Celes, I'm your friend here.... tell me, what bothering you?"
"Well." Celes looked up. "It's now or never girl..." Her mind 'said', and she gritted her teeth... "I. I've. Got a.... cru... sh. on you." She said quickly.
Sam looked at her, surprised, "Celes..." she looked up, "I know. It's. It's really stupid I know. You're about 2 years older than me.... I'm sorry... never mind I said anything." She went back to the computer, as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Sam shook his head, and got up. "Celes... I." He came around to her back, and put his hand son her shoulders, and started to rub them a little, "Well... I. Guess. I like you too." She looked up at him, her violet eyes watery. He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead gently. She smiled.
"Sam." She said, "Could you... do that again? Here..." She put her finger to her mouth. He smile sand leaned over, gently kissing he mouth. Then he felt her tongue pressing against his lips, He smiled and closed his eyes and took her tongue with his. Celes moaned, the feeling sending small jolt of pleasure through out her body. He ended the kiss and sat in the chair next to her, smiling a little. She sighed and looked at him, "Are you always this spontaneous?" She smiled
He looked at her, "Are you?" A half smile on his face. She giggled a little. He looked at her, and then when forward to hug her. They embraced, for long moments, holding each other, until she leaned over into his ear and whispered, "Are you spontaneous enough to take me?"
His eyes widened, and he loosened his embrace, "what?"
Celes looked at him, "Sammy.... I want you...." She leaned forward and kissed him in the lips lightly.
Sam was taken aback by this, "Celes... are you... sure?" He said, "I mean. Totally sure about this?" she nodded, perhaps a little too much, cause he shook his head, giggling. She leaned forward, kissing him again, sneaking her hand underneath his shirt. He looked at her in surprise, "HERE?"
She smiled, "I think it's... kinky..." She said with a sly smile, "I've always wondered how this would be.... just the thrill of getting caught...."She looked at him, "What this would feel like, really...."
Sam looked at her, "your a virgin?" She nodded slowly. "Oh..." Sam looked up, "Well, I guess I'm kind of honored..." Celes looked up at him confusedly. "Well, You want to be your first...."
Celes looked at him squarely, "Can I ask you something?" Sam nodded. "What.... Why... well... umm... what do. You see in me anyway? I mean. I'm so. Normal...." she sighed.
Sam looked at her, "That's why I guess.... you are normal. Nothing special, your just... well... yourself. And you don't tee to be anyone else...." He smiled at her, and kissed her gently. She sighed and rubbed his chest fur under the shirt. He smiled and took her hands, putting them to her sides, then reached over and touched her breasts, stroking them slowly. She moaned and grabbed his wrists. He reached down to her sides and lifted off the shirt, a purple lace bra underneath, He grinned, "You like that color, huh?"
She smiled and blushed a little. "It suits you..." He reached over and she lifted his own shirt off, then Celes reached behind her, and helped him unbuckle the bra strap. She sighed as he removed the bra, her little pink nipple raised already from the kiss earlier, he stroked them, and tweaked them a little, sending little jolt of excitement through her body. She whimpered a little, feeling a wetness flow from her crotch. She embraced Sam, clutching him tightly. He grabbed her and held her close, "Celes, if you're not ready...." He said.
"It's. It's just so.... intoxicating..." She breathed, "Incre.. dible..." she was breathing hard already, short of breath, but she wanted, no. Needed to go father. She looked up and kissed his chest. He was a good 4 inches taller than she, and more muscular. She ran her hands through his chest fur, down to his abdomen, the breathed in, and slipped her hands under his slack pants. She felt his maleness, growing harder at her touch, and she heard him breath out deeply. She smiled and slowly raised her hand, and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor silently, and she looked up at him.
"Celes..." Sam said, but was silenced as she put a finger to his mouth. "Quite... I already told you. w... what I want...." She said, removing her own trousers, she looked up and smiled at him, then lowered herself down to his crotch, sneaking a paw down into her undergarments. She pulled down his underwear and smiled. "You sure you know what you doing?" Sam looked at her. "Hey.... I've been through the class... and I've even got some videos..." Sam looked at her surprised, she just smiled.
She took his manhood into her paw, and put it into her mouth, suckling on the head as she rubbed her own sex. They both moaned. Sammy leaned back against the desk, looking at her head bobbing up and down on his cock, he smiled, "You know, Celes, It's been a while since I've been with a woman..." She paused for a moment, released him and looked up, "Thanks..." And she went back to her teasing. Her tongue rubbing the underside of it as she suckled on the head, and enjoyed to the fullest. She was also us rubbing her clit, her fingers working up and down the mound, caressing the lips and rubbing into her sex. She moaned inspire of herself, enjoying all of these sensations, not as if masturbation was anything new for her, but this circumstance was different. Sammy was also moaning once in a while as she stroked him in her mouth, her teeth rubbing against it, not causing pain, but rather an unusual pricking sensation, and this mixing with her warmth was an interesting blend of sensations. He felt the knot grow within his sac, he gasped, "stop... Please Celes... Stop..." He panted.
"Did... Did I do something? Wrong?" she asked worriedly, removing her hand from her crotch. He shook his head, "No.... It's just that... well... your missing out on all the action...." He grabbed her hand, and licked her fingers clean of her sweet nectar. She smiled, and kissed him. He walked over, and clean off a mostly empty desk with a sweep of his arm. The lead her over and lied her down on the table. "Ohm... Sammy..." she moaned as she felt him sliding her panties off, and yelped when she felt his rough tongue on her sex, going up the mound slowly, and coming down again. Caressing and flicking, tickling and tantalizing. She put her hands on his head, Cumming softly with every pass of his tongue over her already hard clitoris, Pleasure filling her to the very brim of her soul. He moved up one hand, and held her open, while the other softly stroked his maleness to ensure it hardness. She moaned, "Sammy. S... Stop fucking around.... Eat. Me." He stopped for a moment, and then dug in with all his force, licking and rubbing with everything he had, like she was a triple dip ice cream cone in 104-degree weather. She moaned and purred with every lick and touch, until she felt the pain in her lower stomach, and it radiated south, towards her sopping wet sex... she knew she was going to.
Come!!! She screeched loudly, "ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" As Sammy licked her sweet nectar up happily, it drips on the desk and his muzzle. She was breathing raggedly, her eyes closed tight, looking as if he was just raped by a horde of people, "Ohm... gods... yes..." Sammy took a few more licks and got up, wiping his mouth off with his arm, and smiling. "Sa... Sam." she looked up at him, her violet eyes full of a passion, even in this half closed State. "You. Are good... those videos. Must Help...." Sammy Smiled. Celes also smiled and looked at him, then opened herself wide, "fuck... me.... take me.... do what you will... just. Make me yours... forever..." She pleaded.
Sammy looked at this pries, and then to his cock. He grabbed her by the sides, slid her to the end of the table, and placed the head at her sex. She looked at him, suddenly feeling the head of his dick at her entrance. "Hold on... Love..." He said as he slowly pushed forward, and encountered resistance. The ring of virginity holding him from her. She whimpered in pain, and pleasure. He stopped, "Celes... this will hurt like hell..." and he gave her a moment to prepare before shoving in fully breaking the ring. She yelled in pain, tears coming to her eyes. Sammy stopped as he reached the root of his manhood, "Celes. I'm. Sorry..." He said. She looked up, "D... D... don't. Say that. Just. Fuck me..." she looked at him. Sammy looked back and slowly pulled out, then back in. Her pain ebbed and was replaced by an overwhelming pleasure, "Ohm.... yes.... ohm. Ahhh...." She moaned. He began a rigorous screwing, slowly sliding in and out o her body, the friction of their love making make each other incredibly hot. "Gods.... she tight...." Sammy thought as he made love to her. "Gods.... He's. So.... wonderful..." Celes sighed in her mind, before a cloud of pleasure encompassed it. Their brown and black tails twitching, their fur covered in sweat, their bodies on auto drive.
And this is how they were for long moments, rigorously fucking each other. Her hips grinding against his as he thrust intro her body over and over, the knot in his balls forming once again, then ebbing, almost annoyingly, then coming back. She moaned as she came, hard, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He pulled out, panting. She looked up at him, very hurt, "hey...." He smiled as he got her off the table, and bent her over, "Ohm... Sammy... I. Ahh!" she yelped, as she felt him invade her anus. She relaxed and tried let him in though, before long, his head was buried in her ass. Her tail twitching, and her raccoon mask done up in apparent effort, "Ohhh... gods.... Sammy... Ahhhh.... please." He smiled, "relax... don't worry.... just go with it, it won't hurt for long." She tried to take his advice, but it was very difficult. But, they managed, and he was going in and out of her anus as she leaned down and played with her sex once again, both of them moaning aloud. Sammy looked down at her, "Celes.... I'm. Going to.... Coo... AAHHHH!!!!" He thrust into her a final time as he felt every shot of come load up, and then gets squeezed out in jets. As she felt this, she also came, dripping o the floor of the control room.
They stayed connected like this for a few moments, he leaned over and kissed her back, and she was just bent over, panting harshly. "G. G. gods... Sammy..." She said in a ragged voice, "That... was.... INCREDIBLE..." She smiled, her eyes half closed. He pulled out, "you weren't bad yourself, for a 20 year old..." He smiled, "Celes?" He looked over at her sleeping form, bent over on the desk, " He smiled, and picked up their clothes, and her. He walked out into the halls, and saw a guard there, looking at them both; he smiled at him, "Hey, Speed."
"Sammy?" speed grinned, "Okay... I get the picture. I'll clean it up in there..." Sammy nodded thanks and departed for his room, Celes in his hands. And he grinned as he heard Speed's voice, "Man! You own me one Sam!"
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She awoke the next morning, "Ohm... yeah..." She sat up and stretched, feeling her back pop in several areas, a momentary pain, but then relief. She looked around, a simple room, a large bed, a phone nearby, and a clock blinking 12:00 over and over; she glanced at her watch, and set the correct time. "9:30. Am." She said, she got up, her rear aching a little, but otherwise none the worse for wear. She found a robe and donned it, walking out into a room with a nice nature scene adorning the walls. "Sammy?" She called. There was no answer; she looked around more, finding the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and took out two eggs, checking the day. "Saturday, good.... a day off...." she smiled and broke the eggs into the skillet. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulders, and she yelped, spinning around to attack the person there, but the wrists grabbed her by black furred paws. "C'mon Celes.... you don't really want to hurt me do yaw, honey?" Sammy leaned over and kissed her.
"You ASSHOLE!" she giggled, "You scared the living SHIT out of me!" Sammy laughed. She leaned over and kissed him deeply, "you want some eggs, baby?" She smiled. Sammy nodded, "Yeah. Baby..." and reached down under the robe and started to caress her mound. "Hey! I didn't mean those eggs!" She giggled, "go sit down, Breakfast is almost ready!" She commanded smiling. "Yes, Master!" Sammy said, and walked off like a slave in trouble. "Oh. Cut that out!" she said, and then laughed, as did he. She came in, two hot plates of Eggs, bacon, and sautéed mushrooms. And they sat there, eating, and giggling about jokes and other things....
Later... is another story...
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Badger Connolly, Monday, August 24, 1998 11:28:52 PM Celes, Sammy, and Speed, are characters created by the author. Please ask permission before using them. Slippy Frog, and Peppy hare are copyrighted 1993, 1997 Nintendo of America, used without permission.
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Things That Go Hump in the Night by BunnyBoy
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#5 of The Severance Package - Things That Go Hump in the Night By Bunny Boy This story and Bob is copyrighted to Bunny Boy, Arcc is copyrighted to his player Warning the story contains nonconsensual sexual acts between an adult and a young furry male. So if your too young or easily offended please
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"Anal",
"Cub",
"Fox",
"German Shepherd",
"Knot",
"M/M",
"Masturbation",
"Money Shot",
"NC",
"Oral",
"Public",
"Sleep",
"Somnophilia"
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Things That Go Hump in the Night
By Bunny Boy
This story and Bob is copyrighted to Bunny Boy, Arcc is copyrighted to his player
Warning the story contains nonconsensual sexual acts between an adult and a young furry male. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
Bob tossed and turned in his bed. For some reason, he just couldn't sleep. He stares at the ceiling and thinks about it for a moment. Maybe he's feeling guilty. Maybe he's starting to feel wrong about those boys at work... and then there's Timmy. The man shakes his head. "Nah, that can't be it." The Shepard glances over at the clock. Bah! It's just 10 PM. No wonder he can't sleep, it's still early. With a sigh he rolls out of bed and tugs on his pants and a ratty old T-shirt. Maybe some fresh air will help him clear his head.
Walking down the moonlit sidewalk alone does seem to help ease Bob's troubled mind. At night like this he can feel all alone, like he's the last man left on the whole planet. He walks and walks, not paying any attention to where his feet carry him, just enjoying the cool night breeze. Something stops him, he's not sure why, but in the back of his mind some little thing is jumping up and down shouting for his attention. Finally it sinks in. Across the street in the front yard of a nice two story suburban dwelling is a little wagon. "Oh it couldn't be." He whispers as he rushes across the street. "Oh god I think it is." He looks it over carefully and in this light it's hard to tell but Bob is certain it's a little red wagon.
The sweet memories come back and Bob's pants tighten up. He circles around the house peering in all the ground floor windows for some clue, any clue, as to who might live there. In the living room hanging on the wall he spots a family photo. The big dog nearly purrs as he recognizes the little white face smiling from that picture frame. He starts to check the other windows praying that his luck holds out. And does it ever, a few windows down, Bob spots a room filled with toys, the walls decorated in space ships and astronauts. Carefully Bob tests the window and finds it's unlocked. The adult pulls himself up and squeezes through the smallish opening. Well it's not the first tight fit I've had, he thinks to himself. The room is fairly tidy and Bob does his best to keep quiet, He slips over to the door pushing it closed before making his way back to the bed. Arcc is sound a sleep, smiling like an angel as he dreams. Next to him in the bed is a large plush animal even bigger then the boy. Bob just looks at it and smiles. A giant stuffed dog, it looks suspiciously like Mac Woof the crime dog from those old 'don't talk to stranger' TV spots.
Chuckling to himself, the adult strips out of his clothing, his cock already hard with anticipation. Bob reaches out and gently strokes the little cub's headfur listening to the boy murmur happily in his sleep. That sweet little face looks so angelic. Gently Bob strokes himself. He sighs softly as the tip of his cock brushes the boy's nose. Little Arcc snuffles at the touch accidentally inhaling a musky drop of pre. Biting to keep from moaning, Bob's paw quickens its pace. He brushes the tip along the boy's lips smearing them with more of that thick salty precum. The pup licks his lips, that quick little tongue catching Bob's sensitive head. And that little touch is all he needs. Bob squeaks softly, eyes shut as the first shot of dog cum splatters across the boy's cheek, seeping into the soft white fur. The first is quickly followed by several fresh ropes of sticky seed, like spider webbing across the kit's face from his ears to his chin. Bob shudders as the last spurt hits the lad's nose and dribbles down to stain the cub's pokemon sheets. He grins down at that beautiful piece of art and his still full balls urge him on, demanding he do more. As he watches, the pup sleepily licks his lips tasting the pretty pattern.
Carefully the big dog slips over to the other side of the bed, carefully avoiding the scattered toys, coloring books, and other bric-a-brac. He gently eases the giant plush off the bed, dumping it to the floor before he crawls in to replace it. He nuzzles the back of the sleeping kit's neck nibbling gently as one paw strokes down the boy's body.
In his sleep Arcc murrs loudly, his dreams having just taken a far more intense turn. He dreams that his Mr. Woofy suddenly started to act like Mr. Doggy and was petting him in that silly way he liked.
Bob tugs down the boy's pajamas and lifts the foxes soft little tail free. He nibbles on the boy's ear as he rubs the tip of his cock against those sweet little buns. Bob groans softly as a thick dribble of pre smears across those sweet little mounds. His paw gently fondles the boy's jewels, stroking the teeny sheath.
Arcc giggles at the dreams, Mr. Woofy's arms are big and strong for a stuffie and the boy can feel something hard pressed against his backside. Maybe Mr. Woofy really is just like Mr. Doggy. Suddenly Arcc's eyes open wide as the sudden pressure of a big fat adult cock stretching his bum wide open jerks him to the waking world. The pup starts to squeal but a strong paw clamps down on the wet and sticky muzzle muffling the sound.
Bob rolls over onto his belly, pinning the boy beneath him. He pushes down hard, sinking the rest of his cock into Arcc. Bob doesn't wait long for the boy to adjust before he pulls back and thrusts home. He rocks the cub hard with each thrust driving his cock into that sweet little ass and transforming Arcc's bastion of innocence and rest into a treasure of carnal delights.
Arcc whimpers softly as he's molested by what he thinks is his favorite stuffed animal. He groans under the weight as that fat cock pounds his bum again and again and again. Though that odd floating feeling comes back as the intruder hits something good deep down inside him.
Bob bites his lip to keep from crying out as his knot bangs against the boy's sweet opening. "Are you ready my puppy?" He whispers into one sweet little ear, "I'm going to tie that sweet little boy cunt of yours, gonna stretch you wide open. You take it like a man puppy." With that he pulls back and gives one last push forcing that fist-sized mass of meat into the boy's tender young hole. Beneath him Arcc squeaks at the sudden pain and squeals loudly. His pillow only muffles the noise a little bit. Bob whimpers as he hears movement upstairs, he hadn't caught it in time and some one had heard the pup's whine. He leans in whispering into those sweet little ears as he pushes forward shoving more and more dog meat into that boy's perfect little anus. "Arcc, if some one comes in just say you had a nightmare but everything is all right now. You wouldn't want me to get in trouble would you?"
The cub whimpers a bit as the man pushes a little deeper into him. "Mr. Woofy is that you?" he squirms a little as one arm holds him close, hugging him against the man's strong chest. The man rolls onto his side, the knot tugging at the boy's tight ring.
"Yes Arcc it's me. Now do as I said." Bob moves quickly to cover himself as best he can in the boy's sheets. He manages to get himself covered just as the door eases open, and light from the hallway spills into the room. Luckily this deepens the shadows hiding the man. Bob shudders and goes limp, as the hot doggy seed floods the boy's bowels. He bites his lip to stifle the moan at the pup's vice-like grip.
"Is everything alright dear?" Comes a soft feminine voice. And Bob can just make out the adult fox's soft curves through her nightgown.
"Yes mommy." The boys voice catches in his throat as almost with out thinking the man's paw slips down and starts to fondle the boy's tiny cubby bits. "I just had a bad dream is all." Arcc gulps hard as he feels the cock throb in his backside and its heat spreads, filling him up and hitting that floating spot again. "Everything is okay now though, sorry I woke you up mommy." The boy is struggling trying not to whimper or moan.
The woman looks over the boy's room. Nothing seems out of place. He's even got that giant stuffed dog in bed with him again. "Okay little man. You get back to sleep and remember me and daddy will keep you safe from bad dreams."
As the door closes and the footsteps make their way back up the stairs Bob whispers. "They may keep the bad dreams away pup, but what am I? Am I a bad dream, or a good one?" The thrill of nearly being caught is so exciting he rolls the boy back onto his belly. He rocks back and forth in quick hard thrusts. The sight of Arcc's mom so very close had him almost to the brink again. He bites down on Arcc's neck letting the boy muffle his moans as yet another fresh load of cum pumps into the cub's guts.
Arcc is exhausted for his part, he can feel the heat spreading from his rump, but there is nothing he can do. He drifts off in that uncomfortable position, his ass wedged up in the air, pierced by a fleshy spear. His dreams are disturbed that night as three times he is brought close to the waking point by moans and that hard, wet slap of meat on meat. It's no wonder he's still tired when the morning sun comes peeking into his room. His ass is so sore, and his sheets and fur are matted with spent cum. "It wasn't a dream." He whispers as he rolls over and comes face to face with the button eyes of Mr. Woofy. Pinned to its plush chest is a note telling him to go back to Bob's house today at lunchtime. Rubbing his sore bottom, the little pup wonders why Mr. Woofy wants him to go see Mr. Doggy.
Arcc was up before mommy and daddy and did his best to clean up after Mr. Woofy. He knew they would wonder if they found the gooey mess so he got the paper towels and did his best to clean up. Mr. Woofy might have been a bit rough but he was still Arcc's best friend. He then pulled the sheets off the bed and carried them to the laundry. He could just tell mommy that he'd had another bad dream and had an accident. He could hear mommy and daddy starting to move so the pup hurried into the bathroom and started his water. They might think it a little odd for him to be taking a bath in the morning but he knew he had too. He smelled funny and they might notice the matted spots on his fur. The puppy sighed softly as he lowered his sore bottom into the hot bathwater. It felt so good on his tender bottom. The morning seemed to fly by, a quick breakfast with mommy and daddy, and then they scooted the pup out the door to go play.
Arcc wandered for a bit, his sore little bottom feeling better now. As his tummy rumbles, he remembers Mr. Woofy's note. He's supposed to go see Mr. Doggy at lunch today. It's got to be close to that now. He trots his way up and down the streets, it's not a hard house to find. He's a little excited. Mr. Doggy is a very nice man, and last time he was here he had lots of fun. Maybe today will be just as good. Happily Arcc rings the doorbell.
As the tone drifts through the house Bob nearly jumps for joy as he rushes to the door. "Yes, who is it?" trills the Sheppard as the door slowly opens revealing his little toy cub. "Oh hello there Arcc, how are you today?" Just the sight of that soft white fur in those looks little shorts and that silly power ranger shirt is enough to excite the man. But Bob fights to control himself. He's got plans for the boy after all.
The little fox pup just shuffles feet and looks up at the smiling grownup. "Hello Mr. Doggy. I was told to come here today." He hands the note over to Bob.
The big dog pretends to read it, nodding his head as he does. "Hmm I see. Well it's a good thing you did come over because I was hoping to run into you today too. See I was going to go to the toy store today and I was hopping you'd like to come with me. I'll even let you pick out any toy you want."
Arcc's eyes light up and he beams up at the adult. "Really Mr. Doggy? I can get anything I want?" He's grinning ear to ear, he feels lo lucky to have a friend like Mr. Doggy.
"Yep and then we can go get some lunch." Bob steps out onto his front porch, carefully closing and locking the door behind him. "Now hurry up and get in the car, son." He follows the little kit buckling him into the seat before the dog climbs into the driver's side. The car ride is uneventful, Bob smiles down at his little plaything and lets the boy fiddle with the radio all he wants. As they pull into the parking lot outside Cubs R Us Bob says "We're here little buddy."
Arcc squeals "YAY! Toy store!" while bouncing up and down in his seat. Bob holds his hand as they make there way into the store. It's a big one but it must be a slow day cause almost no one else is here. Bob lets Arcc run off, following behind him, smiling as the boy oohs and ahhs over all the fun games and action figures. It isn't to long before the little fox pup runs back to the grown up holding a box. "Mr. Doggy sir. You said I could have a toy right? Well I saw this one. It is of my favorite show. Could you please gimme this one, pretty please?"
Bob takes the plastic fronted box from the cubs little paws. Oh it's one of those Coltron action figures. It's some silly little show about a bunch of robotic horse boys who fight tentacle monsters and can turn into a giant robot horse too. He flips over the box to check the price. "Hmm. Well Arcc, this is a little pricey but yeah I think I can get it for you. You'll have to do me a favor first though. Come with me." Bob leads the boy through the store's winding aisles until they find the stuffed animal section. He looks around, and seeing no one nearby he pushes Arcc back onto one of the shelves.
The little fox is startled to be wedged in between a large plush bunny and a big stuffed lion. He's just about to ask what's going on when he hears a soft zipping noise. Mr. Doggy's big pink thing is out and wobbling a little. It's already leaking a few drops of that clear goo. Arcc can see the man's tail wagging happily as he leans in closer.
"You know what to do now, don't you boy? Be quick and keep quiet," whispers the adult.
Arcc leans forward knowing just what Mr. Doggy wanted him to do. It seemed like such a silly thing, but he was a nice man, and he was going to be getting a new toy out of it. The young pup gently licks the head of that big old dog cock, lapping up the few stray strands of pre.
Bob bites his lip to keep from moaning at the first little licks. The boy is so good. It's almost like he was born to suck cock. As those tender lips wrap around the throbbing head of dog meat the big sheppard knows he won't last long. Between the sweetness of Arcc's wonderful muzzle and the thrill of knowing just feet away are other little cubs and their parents, this session is destined to be short but intense.
The fox kit is surprised when Bob's hands grip his head, pulling him forward. The adult rocks his hips, thrusting into Arcc's maw faster then the boy can keep up. The boy tries his best though, knowing he has to make Mr. Doggy happy if he wants the toy. His tongue presses up hard into the underside of that big cock, inadvertently tracing the big vein that would feed him his salty prize. The dog's knot starts to form at the base of the big man's cock. The pup is startled to see that mass of swelling flesh grow right before his eyes.
Bob whimpers softly. He just needs one last little push over the edge. "Use your paws boy. Give it a good squeeze."
The little white paws reach out and wrap around the knot. It's too big for one hand and almost too big for both. Arcc gently strokes it, listening to the adult murr as he does before he finally gives it a nice long squeeze.
Bob grunts and bites his lip so hard his eyes water. But still the final release is so worth it. The big dog feels like he's floating on air as his body shudders and he floods the boy's muzzle with puppy juice.
Beneath the shelves, and between the plushies Arcc does his best to keep up with the adult's salty load. The boy gulps down as much as he can, his efforts sending shivers through Bob's body. However it's just too much and some seeps out.
The adult is a little too quick pulling back as the realization of where they are sinks in. The last major spurt sends ropes of sticky cum spraying across both Arcc and his stuffed neighbors. With one quick motion Bob pushes his still hard member back into his pants and zips up before smiling down at Arcc. "Such a good boy," he coos, "You definitely earned your toy today. But you made such a mess." He kneels down and pulls out a pack of tissues carefully wiping up ant remnants of his oral adventure. A passing clerk happens to look in on them but doesn't see anything out of the ordinary, just a father wiping away his child's tears.
Bob stands up after the boy is all cleaned. He notices the fresh jizz splattered across the soft toys and chuckles, picturing some unassuming parent buying a plushie so their cub could snuggle into his cum. "Now lets go buy your toy my boy. I have to get something too so we might have to wait a little bit at the counter, but then we'll get lunch, okay pup?"
"But Mr. Doggy, didn't I just have lunch?" The little kit looks up at the grown up puzzled with his belly quite full.
"No," chuckles the adult. "That was just a treat. You'll be hungry again in no time."
They ring up the purchase at the counter and Bob hands it down to the little fox. Arcc smiles and looks at his new toy smiling. Mr. Doggy was such a nice man. He always had such silly games to play and was so much fun too. Eventually Bob finished talking with the clerk and signed something before taking Arcc's paw and leading him back out to the car. Arcc was about to buckle himself in when Bob stopped him. "Oh don't worry about that sweet cheeks. Right now I have a present for you." The grown dog pulls out a little purple cell phone and hands it to Arcc. It's one of those cub safety cell phones made for worried parents. "This is a special phone. See it doesn't have any numbers on it but if you push that button right there it'll call me. Now I'm the only one with your number son and I've set the phone to vibrate. I want you to have it with you all the time and you have to keep it a secret. If you don't then your parents might take it away from you and we could get in trouble. If you feel it vibrate I want you to find a private place and call me back, and if you ever wanna see me just give me a call too."
"Yes sir Mr. Doggy, I understand." The little pup nods as he examines the phone. He'd never had a cell phone before. His grownup friend always has the best presents.
They pull into the drive thru lane of a Burger Thing. Bob rolls down the window and gets ready to order from the speaker box. "I'd like a double cheeseburger with bacon, and a chicken Cubs meal with a strawberry shake please." The Dog just nods at the box as it rattles off the price before pulling up a little. There were several cars ahead of them so they had some time to kill. "Hey Arcc wanna sit in my lap for the ride home?" One paw quickly undoes his zipper letting that large doggy erection spring forth.
"Uh okay Mr. Doggy." Says the little boy. A little worried, he ridden on his daddies lap before but he didn't do it like this. He climbs up into the man's lap straddling his hips as Bob grips the back of the pup's shorts.
The adult jerks them aside just enough for anal access but so they still cover the boy's crotch. Bob guides Arcc's sweet little bum onto his dick. "Now sit down Arcc. Don't worry it's just like a seatbelt it'll keep you safely in place while we drive." The Sheppard waits letting the boy impale himself on that lance of man meat.
The little pup moans softly as he pushes down. That thick rod stretching his well used bum open once more. Arcc shivers a bit as Bob moans into his ear.
Bob groans loudly, luxuriating in the sweet tightness of the boy's little body. "No matter how many times I fuck that ass, you still manage to be so tight. You're such a good little puppy. Now hold on it's our turn at the window." They pull ahead a little bit, Arcc whimpering softly as the start and stop motion of the car jerks him around on that big doggy dick.
Bob hands the money up to the teenaged cat manning the drive thru. And as the man hands back the change and food he smiles down at Arcc. "Hey little man. Your daddy letting you steer the car today? Wow you must have been a good boy." The little white fox just blushes and nods up at the man.
Bob bites his lip to keep from moaning as that tight little cubby ass clenches down on his cock. "Ohh he's always a real good boy." As the pull out from the restaurant the dog carefully keeps his eye on the road. "Now Arcc." He whispers in one sweet little ear. "I'm sorry to say you're not totally safe yet. We need to lock you in place so you won't fall off." As the German Sheppard pulls out into traffic, the cub gets pushed down onto that cock earning a soft little moan. "So to make it as safe as possible I'm gonna have to tie with you. Since I'm busy driving you're gonna have to do all the work pup. Can you do that?"
The little white fox moans softly, it does feel good after a while, and nods. "Yes, sir. But couldn't I just get back into my seat and buckle up?"
"Well I suppose so. But you'd miss out on all the fun of being in the drivers seat and I just want this day to be special." He tries to put as much emotion in the tone as he can. He wants the cub to think he actually has a choice here. That the boy could climb off if he wanted to, but it would make him really sad. He doesn't want to spoil Arcc's status as a voluntary fuck toy just yet. It seems to work as the boy stays put, even snuggling back into his lap. "Okay puppy here's what you do. I need you to do is bounce up and down in my lap. Do it nice and slow for me okay boy."
Arcc's little paws rest on the steering wheel for leverage as he rocks forward. He can feel that big old length of meat sliding back and forth as he moves. Mr. Doggy is moaning happily behind him as he slides it in and out of his achingly full behind. "Like that Mr. Doggy?"
Bob is in heaven, not only is he fucking the tightest little ass there is he's doing it in full view of a hundred other folks. "Ohh just like that but a little harder. Ohh what a sweet little boy bitch you are Arcc. I wish I could breed you everyday, to fuck you in to bed at night, to pound that tight little ass till your tail falls off."
Arcc blushes as Mr. Doggy starts talking dirty again. He moans out loud himself. He can't help it, it's starting to feel really good. Groaning softly he feels the grownups knot starting to form. He can feel it pressing into his butt every time he pushes back into the Doggy's lap. He whimpers softly and bites his lip before pushing down really hard. The puppy's squeal is matched by the big dogs triumphant shout as that baseball sized organ squeezes past the kit's tired little pucker.
With that ecstatic howl bob's right hand pushes down the front of the cubs shorts. His fingers wrap around the boys own little rock hard erection as he steers left handed up his street. Furiously masturbating the little fox as the throbbing sex wedged obscenely between the boy's cheeks floods his bowels. Arcc shudders and slumps forward collapsing over the steering wheel as they pull into Bob's garage. He holds the cub close with one arm as he carries him and their lunch into the house. It'll be a little while before the knot goes down and it seems like the perfect time for a meal.
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A New Kind of Close by reihanfeoru
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#11 of Nocti's Journal Story under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs Nocti, Len, Fay, Aquia and Vega belong to TeraDyne Ezeri Pokemon belong to Nintendo and GameFreak Requested by Lenne "Vega" Ezeri - Nocti's Journal. Things have been boring with Terra off training. Nemi's been
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"Body Part Conjoinment",
"Body Part Merging",
"Cubone",
"Facial",
"Forced oral",
"Growlithe",
"Hermaphrodite",
"Humiliation",
"Luxray",
"Off-Screen Cock TF",
"Oral",
"Pokemon",
"Transformation",
"Vaporeon",
"conjoinment",
"grovyle"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464687-a-new-kind-of-close
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Nocti's Journal. Things have been boring with Terra off training. Nemi's been on another world helping to train a... Renamon? I think that's the name. They're taking over as manager of one of Mistress's clubs. I kinda envy them. I woul-
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I stopped working on my journal, as I saw a new message alert pop up on my heads-up display. It was from Mistress.
>
>
> "Noc, come up to my quarters. I have a rather... unique need at the moment, and you're the only other one I'm comfortable with sharing it in, aside from the three that are already with me. Single head, Cerberus boy, and make sure your schedule is clear for a week or so. I'm keeping you with me."
>
>
I blinked a few times, wondering how shi knew I was in Nemi's quarters instead of my own--mine being on the same level as hirs. With a shrug, I stood up on all fours and stretched out as a feral, then took on my older anthro form as I walked though the empty common room and upstairs to the main level. Whatever Mistress wants, it's going to be interesting.
When I got to hir room, I noticed a group what looked like four heads laying on hir bed. However, the closer I got, the more I realized that something was rather odd about the situation. Then... when I was right on top of them, my jaw instantly dropped. There, laying on front of me in a panting mess, were Mistress, Len, Fay and Mistress's newest acquisition Aquia, a Vaporeon. Except, Len was Mistress's left arm, Fay was hir left leg, and Aquia was hir right leg. Their heads had taken the place of hir hands and feet, and their own limbs were missing--except Aquia's tail, which had replaced Mistress's. They made hir look... muscular... and hot... and the entire situation made me horny beyond reason. \<\<Me and my damn lust for muscles.\>\>
"Good, I was wondering when you'd get here." Mistress said, catching hir breath as shi raised up, using Len to somehow prop hirself into a sitting position. "I need one last piece, and you're it..." Shi paused as shi grabbed onto my groin with hir faintly glowing right hand and arm. "...whether you like it or not."
All at once, I felt a rush of numbness enter my entire body, almost like how one's leg and foot feel when they 'fall asleep'. It tingled like a massage, and went from creepy and awkward to out-right amazing in a few seconds.
"O... Oh *gods*, Mistress!" I screamed out as I lost all feeling in my legs. Looking down, I saw them disappear into my body, quite literally as if they were dematerializing, and soon joined by my tail. Shi gave me a sadistic grin as shi pushed hirself into me, my now-former hips connecting to hir shoulder.
For some reason, I felt a faint taste of cum as the transformation continued, my breasts shrinking completely as I started to pant like mad from the lovely massage my nerves were giving me. It was absolutely heavenly, even if it was very strange. Then, I felt my arms disappear, and my back cracked as a new hinge joint appeared where the elbow should be. Finally, my neck and head become more feral-like as their natural position mimicked a hand and wrist.
Soon, the feeling of my overloaded nerves faded, only to be replaced by a shared sensation from all points of Mistress's body. I could feel the mask over hir face, Len's Grovyle chin painlessly propping hir up, and I could even taste both Fay and Aquia's saliva-coated tongues as they lay out below, now feet for our owner. When Mistress swung around and planted those "feet" on the ground, I could even feel the ground against their now thicker throats, fully protected from the weight and pressure of their new use.
Shi gave a soft moan as I felt control of my face transfer to hir, mine and Len's maws being used to pick up Senkairu Gas Masks from hir nightstand. "You five will make for a good group."
As shi used us like hands, and even buckled the gagged masks with our tongues, a thought came across my mind. "Five?" I asked the moment I could, my eyes gazing up at hir's before shi summoned my mask over my head, sans gag.
"Yes." Shi said with a grin, Len's mask appearing over his head as all four of us limbs were encased in a sealed rubber suit with Mistress. Shi then pointed me downwards at hir groin, which sported a thick black rubber cock "You see my new shaft? That's Nemi, who begged me to include him in the fun. Now he's my quivering mass of bliss after becoming my cock and balls."
I blushed brightly, now able to trace that hint of cum back to my lover. Then without thinking, I said something that I'd probably regret later. "May I have a turn later, Mistress?"
Shi stopped suddenly, looking down at my now very warm face, though I'm sure shi could tell. Everyone else dropped their jaw as best they could, stunned that I'd blurt out something like that. However, Mistress gave me a very mischievous smile. "I'll consider that a standing invitation for when you least expect it."
Without warning, I felt control of my maw leave me as shi stuffed my face into hir crotch, wrapping "Nemi" with my tongue as I was forced to suckle on the thick black latex meat. It wasn't any different from when shi took me roughly, yet if I still had a cock of my own, I'd probably be so hard that I'd cum just from sheer horniness alone. I didn't have a choice in sucking off my Mistress. Shi was in control, and gods did shi... we taste amazing. I could hear hir and Len moaning out, and we shivered in bliss as one being. Even the precum tasted better than usual, and that was saying a lot for me.
More and more, my mouth worked over that lovely shaft like only Mistress could, and all I was able to do was let hir control me and take mental notes to better myself for hir. That, an enjoy the sweet nectar hir amazing balls made. Sweeter than any fruit or honey ever could be. Finally, I let out an unconscious howl as both Mistress and Len gave their own roars of ecstasy. Jets of white hot cum splattered against my tongue and throat, and gulped it down hungrily, eventually realizing that Mistress had returned control to me when shi sensed I was more than eager to please.
Shi pulled me back and withdrew my mask to let the last of hir seed splatter across on my bare face. Then, I felt hir gave a rather evil grin and used the bottom of Len's jaw to rub it into my fur before encasing my head once again.
"Let that be a reminder of who and what you are." Shi told me in a mock cruel tone. "You're my hand and arm until I say so. A body part, only getting freedom when I let you." Shi knew of my love of being abused and humiliated, and how much it turned me on... and how little it actually affected me outside of my horniness after some failed 'revenge'.
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Nocti's journal, supplemental. I'm writing this out instead of using the vocal mode since my mouth is currently filled with the leash of a new pet. I found out why Mistress has this "need", though. Shi's showing off the idea as a possibility for hir new line of transformation suits. The first one is being made tomorrow, and I get to wear it the day after. Tomorrow, we get to sex up the newbie so I can learn more of what it's like. I have to say, though... Being reduced to nothing by a body part is rather... erotic... and hot...
\<\<Vega's Addendum: Nocti, I can see this. If you keep that up, I might just keep you this way during your off time... or use a clone body to make sure you know who's bitch you are.\>\>
Y-yes, Mistress.
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The Cost of Life pt. 2 - Sacrifice by Victor Dachs
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Jake finished buttoning his dress uniform and walked swiftly out of his room to see Chris pacing in the living room. The panther looked almost stressed out, today being Sasha's graduation from basic. It was funny to Jake, somewhat. She was Jake's daughter, but he wasn't that stressed at all. Chris,
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"Bull",
"Death",
"Female",
"Gay",
"Hyena",
"Lion",
"Love",
"Male",
"Straight",
"Tiger",
"Tragedy",
"War",
"Wolf",
"combat"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249695-the-cost-of-life-pt-2-sacrifice
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Jake finished buttoning his dress uniform and walked swiftly out of his room to see Chris pacing in the living room. The panther looked almost stressed out, today being Sasha's graduation from basic. It was funny to Jake, somewhat. She was Jake's daughter, but he wasn't that stressed at all. Chris, her uncle through marriage, looked as if he was seeing *his* daughter graduate today. It was still a few minutes early to be leaving, but Chris was obviously ready to go. In the twelve years since Jeremy's death, Chris grew much closer to Jake and Sasha - to Sasha especially. She was actually the one that convinced him to remarry six years ago. Jake laughed in his head when he thought about all that happened with Chris. At first, the panther went through a long time of mourning for Jeremy. After he had begun to be able to live with it, he and Jake's old friend Jerry started to hit it off pretty well. Once Jerry broached the subject of dating seriously, Chris shied away, thinking that somehow that would mean he didn't care for Jeremy anymore. Despite Jake and Jerry talking to him about it, it ended up taking Sasha - a twelve year old at the time - to convince him that he could love them both. Once he caved in, though, he fell hard for Jerry. They were just about as in love as Chris and Jeremy were before. As much as the events weren't funny at the time of occurrence, it ended up being a kind of inside joke between the four to irritate Chris. The panther was quite easy to embarrass after all.
"Is Jerry ready yet?" Jake asked.
"He's taking goddamn forever." Chris mumbled, irritated, before raising his voice so the bull in the other room could hear him. "Hon? You ready yet?"
"Damn it, Chris, we're still early!" the low-pitched voice of the bull answered from the bedroom. "The ceremony won't start any sooner if we get there early. You can get dressed faster now without having to wear a uniform anymore."
"Hah! Don't try that one on me, Jake's already ready and waiting. He's got a uniform, too."
Jake chuckled and shook his head at the bantering between the two. After Chris retired two years ago, he seemed to take on a more jovial demeanor. He laughed more, told more jokes, smiled more, and most of the time, bantered playfully with his new mate.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming." Jerry emerged from the hallway in his dress uniform, and walked to the panther, putting his arms around him. Jerry was actually of a size with Chris, unlike Jeremy, who was very noticeably smaller. "You're way too excited about this." Jerry seized the panther's lips with a kiss before Chris could retort.
"Pfft. I'm just the right amount of excited. You two are too nonchalant." Chris said after the kiss, shifting his gaze between Jake and the bull.
"So are you two ready? Or am I going to have to watch you make out for an hour?" Jake chuckled at the two.
"Hmm," Jerry replied, "I could stand to make out for a bit."
"We're ready." Chris interjected, smiling at the bull. "Making out can wait until after Sasha graduates."
Jake laughed, "Alright well who's driving?"
"I'll drive." Chris broke his embrace with the bull to go grab his keys hanging on the post next to the door. "My car is parked behind yours anyway."
Jake picked the back seat when they got to the car, letting Chris and Jerry sit together. During the drive to the base, Jake saw that they were holding hands the whole time. He was glad that Chris found another mate. He was the kind of guy that seemed to need support from people he loved, and with Jeremy gone, Jake could only do so much. Jerry was a great guy too, and had already been a close friend to Jake. After the incident, Chris had moved in the guest room at Jake's house, and when the two got together, Jerry joined his new mate. Jake had expected Chris to move out and live with Jerry alone, like he did with Jeremy, but the panther wanted to stay close to Jake and Sasha. The fact that Jake already knew Jerry very well helped with them all living together. Jake sometimes wished he had found love again, but raising Sasha was a full time job, even with Chris and Jerry around to help. Now he always thought he was too old to start dating again, against the protests of Chris and Jerry. They had gotten together when Chris was the same age as Jake was now. When they pulled into the parking lot next to the parade deck, they were greeted by a young corporal acting as an usher. The fox saluted Jake and Jerry, who returned the salute.
"Good morning gentlemen. Are you friends or family?" the young fox asked.
"Family." Jake responded, "We should have some seats reserved, actually. Names are Jake Kearny, Chris Brightman, and Jerry Haldman."
The fox flipped through the papers on his clipboard to try to find the names. "Ah, here you are, gentlemen. I will show you to your seats."
The three followed the fox to their seats, in the center of the review stand. They took their seats, Chris looking even more nervous and excited to see Sasha again than he did at the house. Jake would have been lying if he said he wasn't excited as well, but it seemed that Chris was taking it a little bit far. Jerry looked like he would have agreed with Jake.
"Honey, calm down." Jerry chuckled. "At this rate, you're going to have a heart attack when they march out." Jake laughed when the bull said that.
Jake watched with pride when they marched the new soldiers out, looking in the sea of faces for his daughter. Once he saw her, he smiled. She had already found them and was looking right in their direction. Jake heard Chris gasp slightly and grab on to Jerry's hand. He must have just found her as well. Jake was overwhelmed with pride. His daughter had grown and chose to follow in her parents' footsteps. As much as Jake wanted her to go through to be an officer, he was proud nonetheless. She went in with an open contract, and he couldn't wait to hear what occupation she was assigned. He was starting to get nervous wondering what she got. Jake thought that maybe that's what was making Chris so nervous. He must have looked like Chris as he anxiously awaited the end of the ceremony. When the platoons were dismissed, Jake and Chris both jumped up and raced to Sasha, leaving Jerry behind laughing to himself and following a bit more slowly. Jerry cared for Sasha a lot, but was the least excitable of the bunch. When they got close to her, she stopped dead in her tracks. She raised her hand in a salute, smiling.
"Good morning gentlemen." She recited the proper greeting. Jake had almost wished he hadn't worn his uniform so he could bypass these formalities. He saluted back quickly, and before her arm went completely down, he grabbed her in a tight hug.
"I missed you, Sasha." He said as she returned the hug.
"We all did." Chris corrected, as Jake released his daughter only to have her pulled into another hug by the panther.
"I missed you too. Where's Uncle Jerry?"
"Behind you." Jerry said, making Sasha whirl to give him a hug as well. "How'd you like basic?"
"It sucked, of course." She laughed. "But I made it through just fine."
"Well we knew you would." Jake said smiling. "How about we get out of here and get some lunch?"
"Can we go visit Mom first?"
Jake smiled, "Of course, hon. I know she's just as proud of you as we are." They had always gone to the grave site about once a month since Callie and Jeremy died. Sasha had been in basic for over three months, and Jake was actually very glad that she wanted to go visit the graves. Even with losing her mother at six, she never stopped thinking about her.
They grabbed her gear from the room it was staged in and packed it in the car. They all got in, Jake and Sasha sitting in the back seat. She seemed filled with self pride. She had wanted to join the military since she was young, and she finally achieved her dream.
"So," Jake said as they drove to the grave site a few miles up the road, "what occupation did they give you?"
Sasha's smile faded and she bit her lip. "Well, I kinda wanted to tell you later. Um, I got assigned infantry."
Jake's face darkened. Jerry turned around, facing Sasha, eyes wide. Chris grabbed Jerry's leg. The mood in the car changed drastically. Jake's fears of the open contract came true.
"Infantry?"
"You knew it could happen, Dad. It's what they need me to do. Uncle Jerry's infantry and he's fine."
"And you see how much your Uncle Chris worries about him when he's gone."
"He worries when you're gone, too, Dad. I'll be able to handle myself. I can do it."
Jake gave up. As much as he wanted to, there was nothing he could do to change what she was assigned. They were hoping for her to get into intelligence, like her mother, but there were a large number of possibilities for them to assign her to.
"We're here." Chris said as they pulled over on the road nearest the two graves, effectively ending the conversation. They got out of the car, Jake and Sasha starting to walk toward the graves.
"You going to see Jeremy?" Jerry asked Chris when they were out.
"Yeah." Chris said with a somber face. The pain of losing his first lover was still there, even after so long.
"I'll wait here for you; let you have some time alone." Jerry walked to Chris and gave him a light kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too, Jerry. Thanks."
Jake and Sasha walked up to Callie's marker. There was no body buried under it. His wife's body was left at the rebel base during the rescue twelve years earlier. He wished Jerry hadn't pulled him off of her so soon. He wished he could have buried his wife. It wasn't Jerry's fault, though; he didn't know that she was his wife. He couldn't have known. He kneeled closer to the marker and brushed away the dead leaves that covered it.
"Hey hon. Sasha finally made it. She graduated basic. I wish you could have seen this, you'd have been so proud. Our daughter's all grown up now." Sasha put a hand on her father's shoulder. They both felt the loss, even if she didn't remember her mother much. Such things kept fresh in the mind.
"She *is* proud, Dad. I know she's watching us. I can feel it sometimes, like a guardian angel." She looked at the marker, seemingly studying the words she'd seen so many times before. "I wanted to thank you, Mom. I know you've been watching over me since you died. I know it was you that helped me through basic when I thought I wasn't going to be able to do it sometimes. I know you're proud of me, and I know you love me. I feel all the words that you can't say to me. Pretty soon I won't be able to visit you more often, but I'll keep you in my heart, and ask that you continue to watch over me. I may need it soon."
Sasha reached up to take her cover off. She pulled an extra Federation insignia out of her pocket. She took the one off her cover, the one that had been given to her by the Drill Sergeants signifying her graduation. She replaced it with the new one, and put the bestowed insignia on top of the marker.
"Thank you." She said again before they both headed back to the car.
Chris lingered at Jeremy's grave next to them, watching Sasha place her insignia on the stone. He waited until they left before shifting his attentions to his lover's gravestone.
"I miss you, Jeremy. After twelve years, I still miss you. You'll be happy to know that Jake's been doing a good job watching me. Jerry's done his fair share as well, heh. I've slowly been getting better since you died. It still hurts a lot, but Jerry helps with that pain as well. I wanted to thank you for sending him again. I know that was you - no one else knew what a mate did for me. I've said it a thousand times here, and I'll say it a thousand more. I still love you, Jeremy. Like I said, I always will. I can't join you right now, but I will. One day, I will see you again."
Chris leaned down and kissed Jeremy's headstone, his eyes watering some. He had thanked Jeremy for bringing Jerry into his live ever since he met the bull. He knew that was Jeremy's work. Jeremy had been the rock to hold him up, and once he was gone, he sent in another rock for him. To Chris, Jerry wasn't better or worse than Jeremy, just different. He loved them both equally. Jerry's love helped him out of the depression that Jeremy's death caused. He was a perfect choice for Jeremy to send, and he was happy with the bull. Chris stared at the headstone a minute more before heading to the car.
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Sasha was escorted through the base at Cyrenia by a young Corporal. After the tearful goodbyes to her family, everything had gone by so fast it seemed a blur in her mind. She had been escorted throughout the base to go through the various check-in procedures. She had just checked into the armory to get issued a blaster and combat gear. She was headed to her last stop - checking into her new platoon. She was nervous. She had no clue what to expect when she got there. The wolf leading her took her to an open door and told her to wait outside while he went in and talked to the Lieutenant. After a moment he motioned for her to report in. Sasha marched in and stood at attention.
"Good morning, sir. Private Kearny reporting as ordered."
"Very well. Relax." The cougar in front of her held his hand out as she handed him the check-in paperwork. "Have a seat." He motioned to the one chair in the office and she sat in it as the wolf left the room, closing the door. "Welcome to 85th Brigade, Charlie Company, 1st Platoon."
"Thank you, sir." She replied, trying to hide her nervousness.
"You come from a very respectable family, Private Kearny. Brigadier General Kearny is your father, Retired General Brightman your uncle. You have quite the shoes to fill."
"Yes sir, I do." She said, half proud that her family is so esteemed here, and half nervous knowing that those *were* big shoes to fill.
"With that, this platoon has quite the reputation. I'm actually being replaced as Platoon Commander today, so I won't give you my personal expectations. I'll leave that to the oncoming Lieutenant. I will, however, let you know what the unit will expect of you. You'll be expected to be in peak combat readiness at all times. You'll be expected to follow orders instantly. If hesitation happens, someone could die. We kill for a living here in 1st Platoon, and you'll be expected to kill the enemy without a thought. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright. I will tell you that you'll be the only one in this platoon that hasn't seen combat yet, so the other soldiers might dog you about that. Just be prepared. We have some of the finest soldiers in the infantry, and they know it. I'll take you in there, just pick an open bunk and start stowing your gear. Make yourself comfortable and get familiar with the other soldiers in there. They're going to be your family while you're here, best get used to them."
"Yes, sir." Sasha followed the Lieutenant to the next door down the hallway. He opened it to a long room with bunks on each side. All but one were doubles. Male and female soldiers sat on the bunks, doing their own things. Some were even sleeping. Once the Lieutenant entered, the soldiers woke the sleeping ones and stood to hear what he had to say.
"Listen, up! This here is Private Kearny. She just got out of basic and was attached to us. Show her around and teach her the ropes around here. Give her any one of the empty bunks. I haven't assigned her to a squad, yet. I'm going to leave that up to the oncoming Platoon Commander. Carry on."
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Jeff watched as the Lieutenant left, leaving the female tiger behind. She looked nervous and unsure of what to do, so Jeff decided to introduce himself to her first. He walked up to her and held out his hand. She shifted her gear to her other arm and shook his hand.
"I'm Corporal Greenley. I'm the first squad leader. I'll show you to an open bunk."
"Thank you, Corporal." The tiger said as she followed the hyena to the double bunk next to his single.
"You'll be bunkmates with Jester here. By the way, we're not much on the 'yes, corporal; no corporal' shit here. We save that for the officers. We usually go by nicknames and call signs here. Most here call me Chuckles. Very original play on my species, huh?" he laughed, making the tiger smile some. "You'll get a nickname soon enough. Jester's called Jester cause, well, he jokes around a lot. He tends to bring up the spirits. You're next to me and Scotty here." He pointed at the single bunk next to hers.
"You have a single bunk?" She asked, looking somewhat confused.
"Well Scotty and I are fiancés actually. Even though he split us in different squads, the Lieutenant at least lets us sleep together. His nickname is from some old sci-fi movie I'd never heard of. Don't really know how he got it. He stepped out for a cigarette a few minutes ago, but you'll get a chance to meet him. He's the handsome lion you'll see running around here causing trouble." He smiled. He noticed the tiger's eyes were drifting off behind him.
"Trouble, huh?" Jeff spun around to see his mate was right behind him. The tiger let out a chuckle, covering her mouth quickly with her hand.
"How long have you been there?" Jeff asked as the lion gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Long enough." Scotty laughed. "Who's the new chick?"
"This is Private Kearny. We don't have a nickname for her yet."
Scotty reached over to shake the tiger's hand, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Lance Corporal Bolden, A.K.A. Scotty. Are you, by any chance related to General Kearny?"
The tiger nodded shyly, "He's my father."
Jeff's eyes widened. "Wow, so you know all the soldiers that pulled off the Sindraga rescue? That operation is pretty well-known around here."
"Not all of them. Just my father, mother, and uncles."
"Your uncles?" Scotty asked curiously.
Sasha nodded. "My uncle by blood was Jeremy Kearny. He was second in command of the troops at the time. He was married to General Chris Brightman, who was Commander of Troops then. My uncle Jeremy was killed during the rescue and after a while my Uncle Chris married the now Lieutenant Haldman, who was the Black Ops inside the base at Sindraga that helped break my father out."
"Wow, talk about a military family. We were never told that Lieutenant Haldman or General Brightman were related to you." Jeff said, "Your mother died during the rescue, too, didn't she?"
Sasha nodded.
"That sucks." Scotty said, simply.
"It was years ago. We still think about it a lot, but we make do." The tiger smiled. "The Lieutenant told me I was going to be teased about not being to combat yet." She chuckled, "You two have been pretty nice so far."
Jeff laughed, "Well we're probably the friendliest ones here. As much of a stereotype as it is, we gay folks tend to be friendly. Though, I doubt you'll get much teasing due to your family history. You got some big family reputation to live up to."
Sasha smiled. "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot recently."
"Hey, I'll show you around and introduce you to everyone. I'll make sure they don't start no shit." Scotty smiled, waving at her to follow.
"Great just leave me here." Jeff scoffed. Scotty walked back up to his mate and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
"You'll be alright. I'll be back to keep you company." Scotty replied in imitation of a mother talking to a baby. Jeff growled at him, but Scotty just laughed and walked off with the tigress.
\* \* \* \*
Sasha finished her rounds meeting everyone with Scotty. Everyone seemed to be pretty nice to her when Scotty told them about her family. They seemed to have a deep respect for what her father and uncles did, and sympathy to the deaths of her mother and Uncle Jeremy. She was one of three females in the platoon as well. It was mostly male-driven in the infantry, she knew. She also noticed the lack of sergeants and above in the enlisted ranks.
"Why are there so few sergeants and above here?" She asked, mulling the possibilities around in her head.
"We used to have a lot, actually. Squad leaders used to be sergeants, and the platoon sergeant used to be a gunnery sergeant. About a year ago, we had a mission that ended in a lot of casualties. We lost the gunnery sergeant and three sergeants. The fourth sergeant was separated with PTSD. The one sergeant we have now got promoted a couple months ago. I guess we worked so well without them, that they never gave us anymore. It's either that, or a direct representation of the effects of the dwindling recruitment of infantry by the recruiting offices. You said yourself that you were an open contract. That's pretty much all we get nowadays." Scotty explained. Sasha could tell that the mentioning of the mission caused him a little grief. He looked at the ground the whole time while explaining it. Sasha reached over and touched his arm.
"I'm sorry, Scotty. They were good soldiers, weren't they?"
Scotty chuckled, "No, they were assholes. That's not the reason it hurts to talk about if that's what you're asking."
Sasha was confused. She didn't know what else could hurt someone like that more than the deaths. "Then what happened?"
"Well you'll find out soon enough anyway, so I might as well tell you now. The bastards almost took my hyena away from me. We were in pretty heavy, and Jeff took some shrapnel in the leg. It was severed clean off."
Sasha cringed at the thought. "He's got a prosthesis?"
Scotty nodded. "Yeah, he almost bled out. Somehow the docs got to him in time. I thought he was gone for sure. They fitted him with some really advanced robotics for the leg, but told him that he would probably be kicked out of the military for it. That would have separated us, and he wouldn't have it. Jeff being Jeff, he trained with the new leg and eventually outperformed his old physical fitness scores. After showing them he could still stay combat efficient with the prosthesis, they decided not to kick him out. All that to stay here with me. I asked him to marry me shortly after that. Still, I hate thinking about the incident."
"I can see why." Sasha looked at the floor, not knowing what to say. "Why do you call him Jeff? I thought everyone here used nicknames."
"Ah, well. He uses mine a lot. Hell, I answer to it more than Karl, which is my real name. I never liked his nickname. It's quite cheesy if you haven't noticed." He smirked at her.
Sasha chuckled, "Yeah, it is."
"Let's get you unpacked. There's one more guy to meet, and he hasn't come back in yet. I'll help you with your gear."
Sasha followed Scotty back to her bunk. Jeff was lying on his back on the bunk that he and Scotty shared. He had his shirt off and a pair of gym shorts on, revealing the prosthesis. It was very advanced as Scotty had said, though it was glaringly out of place on his body. It made her feel a bit sad for him, even though he seemed perfectly happy with his life, and his mate.
"That took you long enough." Jeff smiled at the two.
"Well you know how things go. Everyone wants to ask questions about her family. I see you got comfy, there."
"You know me. Comfort first and foremost."
Scotty crawled on the bunk, straddling Jeff. "You know I like it when you're comfy. Clothes look horrible on you." They both laughed and Scotty seized Jeff's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that Sasha thought would never end.
"Am I gonna have to turn around now?" She mused.
"Nah, you can watch if you want." Scotty said, his voice muffled, barely breaking off the kiss to talk.
Jeff broke off the kiss, leaving Scotty kissing down his neck and chest. "Nah, we save that for the tents when we're out in the field. Or the showers when no one's around." He smiled, pushing a disappointed lion off of him.
"He never lets me have fun." Scotty pouted.
"You'll get your fun, sexy." Jeff laughed as he kissed the lion on the cheek. "Anyway, look who just walked in."
Sasha looked toward the door to see a very handsome fox walking toward them. "Is that Jester?"
"Yep." Scotty nodded as he stood up, "That's your bunkmate."
"Heyo Scotty, Chuckles!" Jester smiled as he approached them, "I almost thought I'd have to get a water hose on you two."
"Only if Scotty had his wish." Jeff smiled. "I'd like you to meet your new bunkmate, Sasha Kearny."
Jester reached out a paw and shook Sasha's. "Nice to meet you, there. Would this be the daughter of General Kearny?"
"None other." Scotty chuckled, "Though you're the first one to know their actual relation."
"Ah, you know me; I always look into the stuff they tell us here."
"I've heard a lot about you, Jester." Sasha grinned at the fox.
Jester scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well knowing these two, it ain't too flattering."
"Only that you joke around a lot, really. I just couldn't find anything else to say." Sasha laughed. The other three joined her.
"Phwew. These two are notorious for getting embarrassing things on a fellow. I think it's so they can have some collateral so the pathetic noises they make during sex doesn't get out in the open."
"Hey hey hey. At least we're getting laid." Scotty pointed out, grabbing the hyena close to him.
"Hey man, you can't make me jealous of you two. You should go show off to Hulk if you want to make someone jealous." Jester laughed.
Sasha remembered meeting Hulk. He was a massively built wolf, and was the only other gay male in the platoon. Despite his looks, he seemed a really endearing guy, and even though he never said anything about it, Sasha could tell that he really was jealous of Jeff and Scotty.
"Oh, before I forget," Jester said, "I heard a nice little rumor about our oncoming lieutenant."
"Oh, really?" Scotty said, keeping Jeff held close and running his hands through the fur on his mate's chest.
"Yeah, I heard he was prior enlisted - and get this - was Black Ops."
"Damn. That'd be nice." Jeff replied. "It'd be great to have a competent lieutenant among us." He turned and saw Sasha's slightly confused face. "Most of the lieutenants we get are fresh out of officer's training. They don't know squat about battle. Getting a prior enlisted is a huge breath of fresh air for us. Especially one as trained as a Black Ops."
Almost on cue, Sasha heard a familiar voice come from the front of the squad bay.
"1st Platoon! Gather 'round!"
\* \* \* \*
Jeff gathered with the rest of the platoon around the large bull at the head of the squad bay. He was wearing his dress uniform; his numerous medals forming a large stack on his chest. He glanced quickly over at Sasha, who was staring wide-eyed at the bull. He wondered...
"My name is Lieutenant Haldman." The bull continued. Jaws dropped. This wasn't just any Black Ops soldier. This was the one that was involved in the famous Sindraga rescue. "I can see from your faces that you've heard of me. It seems the Sindraga story is a popular one in the infantry battalions." He smiled. "I'm going to be your new lieutenant for a while. Since you already know who I am, I'll skip my long introduction. Now, as far as the squads go, I'm going to change a few things. I've been briefed about all of you, even your nicknames, and feel that some slight tweaking would be beneficial to us all. As the ancient Greeks once believed, I also believe that the best person to cover your ass in combat is the one who thinks your ass is worth something. Therefore, I'm switching Hulk from first squad and replacing him with Scotty. That alright with you two?"
"Yes, sir." Jeff replied, shocked. "Very alright, sir."
The bull chuckled. "I thought so. I noticed you, Scotty, and Jester talking to my niece over there. Seeing how she's bunked around first squad soldiers, I'm going to put her with first squad. That brings me to another point. Yes, I am related to Private Kearny, but don't get any ideas of special treatment. We're *all* family in a platoon. If you see me doing her a favor, it'll probably only be because she knows she can approach me. If the rest of you do the same, I'll take care of all of you. I also know you mostly go by nicknames and call signs here. I used to be an enlisted man myself, and the 'Sir' shit grinds me sometimes. So when we're in the field, you may refer to me as my old call sign, Ghost. You can call me Ghost if I'm around in here as well. Believe it or not, officers get bored sitting in an office by themselves. Also, I like to try and get to know my soldiers, so you'll probably be seeing me in here a lot. As for my policies on training and whatnot, I'm going to stress training as much as my predecessor. You have a reputation of being one of the best infantry platoons there is. I'm going to strive to get rid of the 'one of' in front of that. A few things will have to happen to make that so. You'll have to become a family here. My predecessor said you were a pretty tight-knit group, but I want to continue that here. Without camaraderie, this platoon will fall apart. A lot of lieutenants say that we're not here to be your friends, only to lead. My take on that is if I'm not a friend of yours, you're going to be less likely to trust my decisions. I'm not going to take up any more time from you, so I'll leave you with some of my policies during a battle. Everyone fights, no one gives up. And, most importantly, no one is left behind. You should already know my thoughts on rescues. If there is a body left, it's coming home. I'm not going to make the same mistake I did with Private Kearny's mother. Take that to heart. No one is left behind."
With that, the bull left the squad bay. Ghost was a different kind of lieutenant. He basically cast aside everything about officers that enlisted hate. It was almost like having an enlisted soldier leading them. He looked over at his mate, who came toward him and embraced him.
"We're finally in the same squad, babe." Scotty said, smiling at him.
"I know. Lieutenant Haldman seems like a great lieutenant already." Jeff smiled back, shifting from the embrace to take the lion's hand and walk back to their bunk. Once they got to the bunk, they both laid down on it, Jeff holding his mate close as the lion's hands rubbed his bare chest. Sasha walked up with Jester a second later.
"So, Kearny, what are the chances of your uncle getting attached to us the same day you get here?" Jeff asked.
"Well... I'd say they're pretty good. My father probably had a lot to do with it. He wasn't too thrilled that I was going into infantry."
"Ah, just tell 'im not to worry." Jester said, "We'll take good care of ya here." He fuzzled Sasha's hair, causing her to shrink back and laugh.
Scotty lifted his head up from its place on Jeff's chest and looked at Sasha. "Actually, your uncle might be the one thing this platoon needs. Our last lieutenant didn't know too much about combat, and that's the reason people got killed. And this." Scotty reached his arm over Jeff and touched his robotic leg. Jeff put his hand on Scotty's shoulder. Even though it was a horrible event for Jeff, his mate seemed to take it a lot harder. The memory always caused him pain. "All I'm saying is your uncle has the knowledge to lead us, and I don't think he'll make a mistake like that. It could be the better for all of us, not just you."
\* \* \* \*
Sasha relaxed on the small bench outside the area where their tents were at. In the two weeks that she and her uncle were here, the bull kept his word about mingling with the rest of them. A lot of the platoon came to like him. It was kind of awkward at first, taking orders from her uncle like that, but she already started to get used to it. They were out on a field exercise, practicing squad drills and some combat marksmanship; the latter of which spawning her new nickname, Sniper. The rest of the platoon started trickling toward the bench. It was where they all just hung out after the day was done. She saw Jester walking toward her.
"Yo, Sniper!" Jester called out. "Good shootin' today."
"Thanks, Jester." She smiled back. "Not too bad yourself."
"Heh, not quite as good as you. No wonder they assigned you to infantry, you had to have been the best shot in your platoon in basic."
"Yeah, I was alright I guess." She laughed.
"So modest." He chuckled back.
"Where's Scotty and Chuckles?" She asked as Jester sat next to her on the bench.
"I think they decided to retire early. Chuckles seems to be getting pretty old after all," he laughed, "and Scotty just follows him wherever. You'd think the two were attached at the hip."
Sasha laughed. "How old is Chuckles?"
"He's twenty-seven."
Sasha's eyes widened. "Twenty-seven? He looks at most twenty-two!"
"Yeah. Most people don't guess that old, since Scotty's only twenty himself. Seven years difference between the two."
"Damn, that's a pretty big gap. I wonder how Chuckles keeps up with someone so much younger than him." Sasha laughed.
"Ugh, believe me, their sex life is not something I want to think about. Even in joking." They both laughed.
"I need to see all the squad leaders as soon as possible!" Her uncle's commanding voice shouted from behind her. She looked over at Jester.
"Should I go get Chuckles?" She asked.
"Probably should." He nodded. "He can sleep pretty hard. I doubt he heard that."
Sasha stood up and walked toward the tents. She wondered what her uncle had to say to the squad leaders. She hoped it was about getting out of the field. As much as the barracks were boring, she really didn't like having to go without showers for a few days. She came up to the tent that Chuckles shared with Scotty. There were no lights on inside, but the outside lights in the camp tended to be enough to see most everything when they were on.
"Chuckles?" She called out. No answer. He must have been a heavy sleeper, like Jester said. The lights alone would have kept her awake. She grabbed the zipper to the tent and pulled down so she could try to shake him awake. Just when she did, the outside lights flooded the inside. She was not prepared to see what was inside. Chuckles was on his back, naked, his legs held up by Scotty on top of him. Like deer in headlights, all three of them froze. Quickly, Scotty came to, quickly leaning in closer to his mate, obviously trying to cover up what they were doing. Chuckles groaned in pain as his legs were pushed too close to his body. Sasha quickly covered her eyes.
"Ack, Christ, Scotty, I'm not that flexible." Chuckles groaned.
"Oh my God. I'm sorry!" Sasha yelled, more embarrassed than she thought she could ever be.
Sasha heard Scotty chuckle, "It's okay, Sniper. We were hoping you'd think we were asleep and leave."
"Umm... Well..." Sasha kept her paw over her eyes, trying not to have to see that again. "Uh... Ghost wants to talk to the squad leaders as soon as possible. Um... Do you want me to tell him that you'll be there... Uh... After..."
"Haha, no." Chuckles replied. "The moment's gone. Now if Scotty would kindly pull out of me..."
"Oh God, don't say that!" Sasha yelled, "You're gonna make me sick!"
She heard both of them laugh. "I'll get dressed and see him, just tell him that."
"Okay... Um... Yeah, I'm gonna go now." Sasha said, feeling her face heat up from the embarrassment. She fumbled around for the zipper on the tent door. Once she found it, she pulled it up quickly, and turned to walk back toward the bench, shuddering.
"What's the matter, Sniper?" Jester yelled to her as she neared the bench. "You look like you just walked in on them fucking or something."
"I did." She stated simply. Jester laughed uncontrollably. Apparently some of the other soldiers heard, since she heard laughter sprouting up from around them.
"Oh God, that must have been horrible!" Jester said, still laughing. He was getting a big kick out of this, much to the further embarrassment of Sasha.
"Who was the top?" She heard her uncle chuckle from behind her.
"Oh, God!" She whined, burying her face in her paws. Everyone around her laughed harder.
"Come on! Who?" Her uncle laughed. All she wanted was to drown the mental image out of her head, but no one here would let her.
"Uh..." She started, still embarrassed and disturbed by the sight. "It was Scotty."
"I knew it!" Her uncle shouted. They were all getting a kick out of her misery.
Just then, Scotty and Chuckles walked up to the bench, all smiles. They were holding hands and dressed in gym shorts, undershirts, and shower shoes. They seemed to be getting a kick out of the whole thing as well.
"I hope you're happy, Sniper." Chuckles laughed. "Not only did you ruin some perfectly good sex, but I think Scotty might have done some permanent damage to my hips by trying to cover me up." Everyone around her laughed. She would never live this down.
"Locking doors are a big convenience." Her uncle said. "I couldn't count the times she's knocked on my door while me and her uncle were having a bit of fun." He laughed.
"Oh, God! I don't want to hear this!" Sasha buried her face in her paws again, feeling her cheeks get hot. They were enjoying this way too much.
"I could hear some more about it." Hulk chuckled a bit. Her uncle looked over toward the huge wolf, who still was smaller than the bull.
"Hulk, you couldn't handle what I got. My mate's even bigger than me, and he can barely take it." Sasha buried her face deeper in her paws as the unwanted mental image of her uncles together invaded her thoughts. Though now, it seemed, they weren't laughing at her as much as Hulk. She looked up to see the wolf with a look on his face that spoke of both embarrassment and intrigue. As much as this conversation was disturbing her, she had to join in the laughs just for the look on Hulk's face.
"Anyway, all jokes aside, I need to talk to the squad leaders. I got some word for us." Her uncle said, walking a distance away from the group of soldiers; the squad leaders following behind.
After a moment, the laughter died down and the side conversations started again. Scotty lit up a cigarette and sat by Sasha and Jester.
"Wonder what Ghost is passing to them." He mused, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"We'll probably find out soon." Jester said, "Chuckles doesn't usually keep us in the dark about anything."
"I wouldn't know. I've never been in the same squad as him until now."
"Believe it or not, your mate leads well. Though, I hear you're the one leading things in the bedroom. Or tent as it were." Jester chuckled.
Scotty chuckled a bit as well, "Yeah, well, I think he gets off on being dominated by a lesser rank. Not that I wouldn't switch for him, it's just never come to that."
"Woah, woah. No need to go that detailed, Scotty." Jester laughed. "I think you've disturbed Sniper enough already tonight."
"That he has." Sasha nodded, provoking a laugh from Scotty. A couple minutes passed in silence as the three relaxed after a hard day of training. Shortly after, Sasha noticed the squad leaders heading back. Before she could ask what was passed, she saw her uncle motioning for her to come to him. She quickly headed over to the bull.
"Your father wants to hear from you. I know we've been pretty busy this week, but we'll be back in the barracks tomorrow. Here's a vid capture." Her uncle handed her the device. "Make a message for him, and I'll see that it gets to him quickly. Now, I'm pretty sure your squad leader has some word to pass on to you." He fuzzled her hair some as he turned away to head back to the tent area. Sasha walked back over to the bench where Jeff was talking to the other members of the squad.
"What's going on Chuckles?" She asked.
"Pack your stuff." He replied, "We're heading back to the barracks tonight. We got a day to get ready. We've got a mission."
\* \* \* \*
Jake walked through the door to his house after a long day at work. He just got word that his daughter was going on her first mission today. No one could really tell him much about it, except that it was a very routine sweep. The only things he had heard about her since she left were the things Jerry had said to Chris about her in the captures that he sent to them. He was glad he was able to get Jerry in their platoon, otherwise he might not have heard anything about Sasha.
"Jake, that you?" Chris' voice called out from the hallway.
"Yeah. What's up?" He replied as the panther rounded the corner, holding a small viewer in his hand.
"This just got here. It's from Sasha."
Jake rushed to grab the viewer. "Did you watch it yet?"
"No, I was going to wait to watch it with you. Jerry sent me one as well. Though, you wouldn't want to see that." Chris chuckled.
Jake shook his head, "You're right, I don't. Let's sit down and watch it."
The two sat down close so they could both get a good view of the small screen. Jake was so anxious to see how Sasha was doing, the split-second that the viewer took to read the disc inside seemed like forever. Soon enough, though, his daughter's face appeared on the screen. She looked a little unkempt, but healthy.
"Hey dad! Also, hey Uncle Chris, I know you're probably watching as well. Uncle Jerry told me that you wanted to hear from me. I'm sorry I never sent you a vid before. I was so busy getting settled in my new platoon that I never thought about going out and buying a capture. Uncle Jerry's letting me use his for the time being. Well, anyway. Everything's been going alright here. We just got out of the field and I haven't gotten a chance to shower yet, which is why I'm all dirty. Everyone's pretty much been nice to me since I got here; it seems my last name tends to carry a lot of clout in the infantry." Jake chuckled a bit to himself. He had also heard that the stories of the Sindraga rescue carried far. "I've made a few friends along the way, as well. I got my new nickname now. Everyone's calling me 'Sniper'. They gave it to me while we were doing some combat marksmanship. I'm one of the best shots here." She smiled, proud of her nickname and the accomplishment it represented. "That's really all we've been up to recently. So since I don't have too much else to say, I'll show you some of my fellow soldiers here."
The video shook as she picked up the capture, turning it to her left to focus in on a young male fox. Sasha's voice spoke in the background. "This is Jester, my bunkmate." The fox turned to face the capture and waved frantically with a goofy smile on his face. "You can see where he gets his nickname from." Sasha laughed in the background. Jake couldn't help but smile as well. The capture turned back to her face for a moment before turning to her right to show a single bunk with a male lion and male hyena cuddled up on it. "These guys sleep next to me. The hyena is called Chuckles. He's my squad leader. The lion there is his fiancé, Scotty. They're really cool guys, but it's kinda hard to look at them now." The camera moved back to show her face. "Let's just say that it's a bad idea to open a tent with an intimate couple in it." Laughter surrounded the capture, coming from all sides, making his daughter blush. Jake heard Chris roar with laughter, and found himself joining in. Sasha angrily turned to her right, "Shh! It's not funny! I'm scarred for life now!" Jake could tell she almost forgot about the capture when she continued, "Not only did I walk in on you two, but Ghost just *had* to put that mental image of him and my uncle together in my head!" Jake could hear Jerry's unmistakable bellowing laughter somewhere farther off from the capture.
Chris put his paw on his forehead. "Oh, that bull. He's going to ruin her."
Sasha turned back to the capture and obviously only then realized that she had just said all that in the recording. "Sorry." She said with a shocked and embarrassed look on her face. "Anyway, Uncle Chris, I thought you might want to know; there's a guy here that's trying to be your competition. He doesn't know that he doesn't stand a chance, though. Here, lemme see if I can get a shot of him." The camera turned around to show a largely built wolf on the other side of the squad bay. The wolf was shirtless, showing off his musculature, and also completely unaware he was on video. The capture turned back to Sasha's face. "His name's Hulk, for obvious reasons, and he's always eyeing Uncle Jerry." Sasha chuckled. "Though Uncle Jerry usually catches him and embarrasses the hell out of him. It's pretty funny actually. Anyway, I guess that's really all I have that's new around here. I'm doing well, so don't worry; even though I know you will. Oh, yeah. One more thing. At first I was kinda angry about you sending Uncle Jerry over here. I knew that you had something to do with that. But, now, it seems like he's a ton better than the last Lieutenant that we had here, and everyone here likes him. Not only because he's nice and everything, but he has a better knowledge of combat and a better leadership style. So I guess I should say thanks." She smiled. "So, now that's all I have for ya. Send me a vid back! If you don't, I won't know what you want to hear about next. Anyway, love you both! Bye!"
With that the vid ended. Jake was happy for her. She seemed to be in a pretty good platoon. She didn't say anything about the mission that they were having, but either she didn't know at the time, or she was doing the right thing and not talking about it on an unsecure medium. As much as he knew the protocol for discussing future movements, he wanted to know how she felt about going on her first mission. He hoped that she would talk about it some in her next vid. Chris put an arm around him and hugged him, probably knowing what he was thinking about.
"She's doing well, Jake. She'll continue to do well. I can tell by their faces that the friends around her won't let her do anything stupid on her first mission. Infantry always looks after their own."
Jake nodded and hugged the panther back. "I know. I'm still worried about her, though."
"Of course you are." Chris chuckled slightly. "You're her father; it's your job to worry."
\* \* \* \*
Jeff could tell that Sniper was nervous. She had a right to be, honestly; it was her first real mission. Lucky for her, it was a short and seemingly easy one. Satellites had noticed a small rebel communications outpost on Lintra, a small planet well outside the known rebel fleet positions. Their job was to clean up what the bombers left behind. The closer they got to their destination, the more the tension inside the drop ship grew. Most of the soldiers, Jeff included, were just getting anxious to get out there. Sniper, however, seemed to be getting a little scared and worried. He chuckled to himself, remembering how he reacted on his first mission. He was so scared he pissed himself. It was funny how after being in this job for so long can make you a little numb sometimes. Jeff leaned closer to Sniper.
"Don't worry Sniper, we got your back. Just shoot like I know you can, and you'll be fine." He smiled.
She chuckled nervously, "Is it that obvious?"
"A little. But everyone here knows what it's like on your first mission. We all feel that way at first." Jeff leaned back in his seat. He looked over to his mate sitting next to him, who just smiled at him. Jeff himself wasn't too afraid of dying. The only thing he was ever afraid of was his lion dying. He knew that Scotty felt the same way about him. They had been through this more times than he wanted to remember, but it still never lessened the chance of one of them getting killed. He grabbed on to the lion's paw and looked into his eyes.
"If anything happens..."
"I love you." Scotty smiled back.
"I love you too." Jeff leaned in to kiss the lion. This was somewhat of a ritual for them before every mission.
"Alright," Ghost yelled from his seat in the drop ship. "The bombers made their rounds. Let's go over it again. There is an underground bunker that probably won't be affected by the bombs. Our job is to go in and mop up any remaining rebel soldiers. The bunker is small, so we're going to toss in a small payload of C-4 and clean it out. The concussion alone should kill whoever is left inside by the time we get there. Hulk, that's you." The huge wolf nodded, with a grim expression on his face that seemed to only show up before and during a mission. "The rest of us will make sure he gets there. Keep your dispersion. Remember what you learned in basic and you'll be fine." The bull looked at Sniper during his last words, obviously trying to give some kind of calming speech to her.
The drop ship shook, landing on the desert ground; one hundred yards from the outpost if all went according to plan. Everyone stood up at once and exited the drop ship quickly and spreading out. About a hundred yards in front of them, the charred remains of the outpost could be seen clearly. The few buildings were in shambles. One tall one seemed about ready to fall at any minute. Ghost motioned them to head on, and they did, slowly, until they reached the rubble of the outpost. It seemed quiet. Almost too quiet for Jeff. Just then, a flash of light flew past him, and he quickly turned to see Scotty falling to the ground. A hail of blaster fire went off from their ranks, shooting at where each of them thought the shot came from as they ducked behind the shambled buildings to either side of them. Jeff just froze. He saw Jester pick Scotty up and run him behind the building on the left as something hit Jeff hard in the chest, knocking him back behind the one on the right. He snapped to quickly and saw that Ghost had tackled him behind the building.
"Sniper! There's a real sniper in that tall building. He's covered up with rubble, but his head is visible on the right side of the hole, there. You're our best shot, get him!"
Sniper was staring over to the other building at Scotty when Ghost shook her.
"Focus! You can get him!"
Sniper shook her head quickly as if to snap back into reality and shifted over to the side of the building. She peeked out quickly to try to see the sniper in the tower. The rebel must not have seen her since there was no more fire coming from the tower. She peeked back out with her rifle this time and fired.
"I got him! Saw the gun falling!"
"Good job, Sasha." Ghost said before motioning to the rest of the platoon to keep going. "Chuckles, take Jester's place. You've got more first aid know-how. The rest of you, move fast!"
Jeff ran to where Jester was hovering over his mate, pressing his hands down on his abdomen. He slid to a stop, falling to the ground in front of the lion.
"Ghost said for me to replace you. Go to the others."
"Shot through the belly. He's losing a lot of blood, but I think it'll be alright." Jester replied quickly before running off. Jeff quickly pressed both his hands down on the wound to keep pressure on it. He looked behind quickly and saw a small speeder closing in. They had made the call already. The medics were on their way.
"Hon? Can you hear me?" Jeff looked into the lions face. Scotty winced and groaned at the pain, but nodded. "You're gonna be alright, the medics are coming."
"Jeff," the lion groaned. "I love you, Jeff." He roared and arched back at the pain.
"I love you to, but you're not dying. You hear me? You'll be alright." Jeff felt tears well up in his eyes as he tried to keep the bleeding to a minimum.
"I love you." The lion whispered, trying to gasp in the air.
"Hey, don't talk like that, you hear me? Karl David Bolden, you're not going to die!" Jeff yelled as the speeder pulled up to them. A young fox and a wolf rushed to them with a stretcher.
"We got him from here!" The wolf said as the two pulled Scotty on the stretcher.
"No, I'm going with him! He's my fiancé!" Jeff yelled after them as they loaded him onto the speeder.
"No room! Join up with your platoon. Let us do our job." The wolf replied. Jeff just watched as they speeded off toward the drop ship, which had a small medical supply.
"Chuckles, Chuckles, this is Ghost, over." Ghost's voice came through the radio. Jeff picked it up and pressed the talk button.
"This is Chuckles. Go ahead, over."
"We're all done here, what's Scotty's condition, over." Jeff never heard the blast that would have taken out the bunker. He was so focused on his mate that he wasn't paying attention to anything else. He had never had that problem before. He wondered if it happened to Scotty when Jeff lost his leg.
"Medics took him back to the drop ship. Condition critical, over."
"Stay there. We're coming back. Over and out."
Jeff sat against the building. It was a routine sweep. The simplest of missions, really. They had done these hundreds of times. But this time, there had to be a rebel sniper, and he had to shoot his mate. It was the dumb luck of it that hit him the hardest. After so many times of heavy resistance, he gets shot when there was only one guy. Jeff buried his face in his arms and cried as he waited for the rest of them to reach him.
\* \* \* \*
"Jake." Chris said as Jake entered the house after work. "This came in today." He lifted up a vid-disc. It was sent from Jerry, but Chris hadn't watched it yet, since Jerry had written 'for both of you' on a slip of paper that accompanied the disc. "It's from Jerry, but he said that we both should watch it."
The tiger sat down next to Chris as he put the disc in the player. His husband's face showed up on the screen, as handsome as it always was, yet grim. "Hey guys, I thought it was about time to tell you about our first mission. As you probably have heard, Jake, we had one soldier injured. All-in-all it was a very successful mission, but it's been pretty hard on Sasha, and even me for some reason. The guy that got injured got hit by sniper fire, and is in a coma right now. Sasha probably showed you him on her last vid. It was the lion who's mates with the hyena." Chris shook his head grimly. Ever since Jeremy died, he hated the idea of mates being torn apart like that, and he knew Jake felt the same. "He was a really good friend of Sasha's, and it's been a bit rough for her, that happening to a friend on her first mission. Also, she's been dealing with the normal issues with taking another's life. It happens to everyone here, which I'm sure you both know. She was the one that took down the sniper." The bull smiled a bit. "You both would have been proud of how she handled it then. She performed wonderfully. It was only when we got back and the adrenaline settled that she started taking it hard. She's been getting a lot of support from her rack mate, Jester, though. He's a great kid. He's with her all of the time trying to comfort her. I wouldn't be surprised if something developed there. To appeal a little bit more to Chris - I know you're wondering what made me take it badly - you know I don't like having soldiers injured, or killed, and this one doesn't look too great. Also, for me, they just remind me of us a little bit. They were pretty much inseparable, and very obviously in love. It hurts me personally to see that happen to a couple. I know through you and Jake how hard that is. It started me thinking about how I would feel if I lost you, and Christ that hurt like hell just thinking about it." Chris felt tears well up in his eyes as he remembered the incident twelve years ago. He truly felt sympathy for the young hyena. They were too young to be going through that, he thought. Jerry looked down from the capture and sniffled. Thinking about it really did hurt the bull. "Well, I guess that's really all to say right now. I'll have Sasha send you a capture after things settle down some. It's just been really dreary around here. Everyone's worried about how Scotty will do, and how Chuckles is taking it. I love you very much, Chris. And you, too, Jake. Take care." With that the vid ended. It was an emotional subject for them all. Deaths happen in combat, and that's mostly unavoidable, but a couple being torn apart by it, that was all too much of a reminder to them about the Sindraga incident. They had all been through the same thing, and knew the pain involved. Chris wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Chris looked over at Jake, who also seemed to be tearing up remembering his wife. Chris set the capture down on the coffee table in front of the couch they were sitting on, and put a hand on the tiger's shoulder.
"She'll be alright. She's going to have to learn to deal with scars like these."
Jake nodded. "I know. I just don't want her to have to go through what we did."
"I don't, either, Jake, but it's a fact of war. People die, and she's going to be right there witnessing it. She's strong. She'll make it through." Chris sighed. "Sometimes, as much as I know he loves me, I forget how much Jerry hurts being without me. He's always so strong on the outside."
"You two have that in common. He'll be alright, too. Don't worry."
\* \* \* \*
Sasha opened the door to Scotty's room in the medical wing of the base to see Jeff with his head on the lion's shoulder crying. Scotty had been in a coma for a couple days, but the docs said he was starting to stabilize. None of that really mattered to the hyena, Sasha knew; he just wanted his lover to be awake and with him again. Jeff lifted his head to see who entered, the fur on his face matted from the tears. After recognizing Sasha, he turned back to look at the unconscious lion. Sasha silently walked to the chair next to the hyena and put her arm around him. Sasha had taken Scotty's injury hard - this being the first time she's ever really seen someone injured like that - and also the realization of killing someone for the first time was causing her some grief and, honestly, some nightmares. However, those things together amounted to nothing compared to how she saw Jeff take Scotty's injury. He hadn't left the lion's side since they returned. Sasha and Jester brought him food at the meal times, worried that Jeff would forget - or just not care - to eat if they didn't.
"He's been under too long." Jeff said weakly, still staring at the lion's face. Sasha gave the hyena's back a light rub to try to comfort him.
"He could still pull through."
"He can't die." Jeff's voice started to choke, "He's all I have left."
"I know. All we can do now is wait." Sasha didn't really know what she could say to the hyena anymore. She was starting to repeat herself each visit. Jeff just continued to look at his mate. Sasha watched him for a minute, and spoke up again. "Ghost ordered me to get you out of here for a few minutes." She lied, but she knew that if he stayed here he would drive himself nuts. "Let's go get some food with Jester."
"I don't want to leave him. What if he wakes up?" He finally looked at her.
"Then you can talk to him when we get back. It won't take long." She smiled comfortingly toward him.
"What if..." His eyes trailed down, making the unsaid words obvious. Sasha thought for a second as to how to respond.
"Well if something bad starts happening, then the docs are going to push you out of the way to try to save him. Maybe that split second would be the deciding factor in it. Anyway, realistically, you staying here can't change whether he's going to wake up or not." She decided to say it bluntly. She knew that when someone is depressed, they sometimes need to hear the harsher truth. It seemed to work. She could almost see Jeff's mind working around it, and he nodded slightly in acquiescence.
"I guess you're right. I suppose it might do some good to get out of this room. It depresses me." He stood up with her. They both walked toward the door, but when Sasha opened it for him, he turned around and looked at the lion longingly. After a moment of staring at Scotty again, Jeff turned back around and walked through the door, fresh tears still forming in his eyes.
\* \* \* \*
Jester walked through the hallways with Sniper and Jeff after eating lunch with them. He was glad that they were able to get the hyena out of the room with Scotty. He had been taking it really rough. Sniper seemed to take it badly as well. Jester had spent the last few nights comforting Sniper, and although he couldn't really muster the courage to tell her, he had started some feelings of his own for her. He didn't think they were returned, so he never spoke up about them to her. He had never been that good in the female department, as much as he let on. He was content right now helping her out, and helping Jeff. He had been in the hyena's squad since his first day. He remembered when Scotty came in as well, soon after Jester. He remembered how they had fallen in love, and it saddened the fox to see his closest friends hurting like this. As much as he liked to joke around, he hadn't been in the mood to recently. At least the lunch went well. He wasn't sure if Sniper would be able to get him out, but she pulled through, and it seemed to help the hyena. The wet spots around his eyes dried up some, and he started to look his old self again.
As they rounded the corner and could see the window to Scotty's room, Jeff stopped dead in his tracks. Jester looked up through the window and saw what startled the hyena. Four doctors were standing around the lion's bed, one of them looking at his watch and talking to one with a clipboard. Jester knew exactly what was happening, and he knew Jeff did too.
"No!" Jeff whispered under his breath before taking off in a sprint and bursting through the doors leaving Jester and Sniper trying to catch up to him.
When they got to the room, Jeff was going insane. He had barreled through the room, knocking three of the unsuspecting doctors to the floor. He was in hysterics, yelling at the still lion's body.
"You're not dead! No!" He trailed of incoherently, trying to find a way to save his mate. One of the doctors tried to pull him away, but the hyena spun around and punched the wolf, knocking him on the ground. "He's not dead! Don't tell me that! He can't die!"
Jester decided to do what he could to restrain Jeff. He tackled the hyena to the ground and pinned his arms down. Jeff was snarling viciously at him. "He's dead, Jeff! He's dead! There's nothing we can do!" Sasha joined Jester and squatted next to the hyena, her eyes full of tears. She put a hand on his shoulder, and he broke down, starting to sob uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Jeff." She said tearfully, "He's gone."
Jester turned to the wolf that Jeff hit, "Sorry about this, Doc."
The wolf looked back at him, "Was he the fiancé?"
Jeff nodded at the wolf, "Yes he was."
"It's okay, then." The wolf nodded, "I know how that feels." With that, the doctors filed out of the room to wait outside so they could calm the hyena.
Jester watched the wolf leave. These days, it seemed like everyone knew all too well how losing a loved one felt.
\* \* \* \*
Jerry waited as the chaplain finished his part of the memorial service. The whole time, Jerry watched Jeff to see how he was doing. He was a wreck. Every time the chaplain mentioned Scotty, he buried his face in his paws. It was too much for the kid. He was too young to go through something like this. Jerry wished he could go over to him and hug him, or give him some kind of comfort, but he knew that nothing he could do would comfort him. At least the hyena had his squad mates there. Sasha had her hand on his shoulder, giving what comfort she could. Jester was standing on the other side of him and would occasionally offer his hand for comfort as well. Every so often the fox would glance over at Sasha, giving Jerry a clear hint as to how he felt. He was just as worried for her as he was of the hyena. Jerry sighed as the chaplain finished speaking and it was his time to stand up and speak. He walked to the small podium they had set up in the graveyard, facing the head of the coffin.
"Today we have come not only to bury a great soldier. Today we bury a great friend. Today we bury a great lover. Scotty was all of these things. It is a great loss to all of us, some more than others." He looked at Jeff, who had already buried his face in his paws again. "He was always friendly to everyone, never started any trouble, and always showed his devotion to his mate. I personally think of myself lucky to have known him. He was a great guy, and I will remember him fondly. The death of a friend is painful, and even though we are in an occupation that puts our lives in danger every day, it still hurts to see someone you knew lose their life. I remember every soldier that has lost their life while in my charge, and I will remember Scotty. I ask that each of you also remember him. Now, I have something for you, Jeff." Jerry used his real name, since 'Chuckles' seemed ill fit for the occasion. The hyena looked up at him when he heard his name. "It's a letter from my husband to you. I have never lost a mate, so I don't pretend to know the pain you're going through. My husband, however, has. I told him about what happened, and he wrote this out for me to read to you. I know it hurts to hear all this today, but I ask that you pay attention to what he wrote, okay?" The hyena nodded, and Jerry began to read the letter.
"Jeff, I have never met you, but I've been told a lot about you from my niece, and in one of the vids she sent us, I saw you and Scotty. I could see the love you both had for each other, and I know just how much it hurts to lose a mate like that. I lost my last husband, Sasha's blood uncle, after five years of marriage. I thought it was the end of the world for me, and I can imagine that that is what you feel like right now. I wrote this to you to give you some advice that I've learned over the years. Mourn him, but don't dwell on his death. If you dwell, the pain will never lessen. Remember his life. Remember only the good times. Remember how he stayed by your side when you lost your leg. Remember how he smiled, how he laughed. Remember the times you both laughed, like the time my niece walked in on you two. Yes, even I heard about that one." Jerry saw a weak smile show up on the hyena's face. Chris had always been good with his words. "Always remember the things that made you smile, and the pain will lessen. It will never truly go away, but it becomes bearable. I believe that you will see him again in time, just like I believe I will see my late husband. In times like these, one of the greatest aids is your friends. Your platoon commander was one of the friends that helped me with Jeremy's death. You don't have to marry your friends like I did, but lean on them. I know my niece cares about you, being the first one to speak to her. Talk to your friends about how you feel, and they will help you. There's no point in keeping your emotions in. You won't seem weak to anyone for being emotional about this. If they truly are your friends, they'll understand how much it hurts. This is my advice, you can take it if you want. As one who also knows the pain of losing a mate, you have my sincere condolences. Signed: Chris Brightman, Retired General." As Jerry finished the letter, he felt a few tears forming in his own eyes. He could tell that Chris had poured his heart into writing this, and he knew that it was excellent advice for the hyena. "Jeff, I know it can be hard, but try to take my husband's advice. He learned all of this the hard way. Nobody told him how to deal with it, and it took him six years to finally be able to bear it. He wrote this for you to help you so you wouldn't have to bear it like he did. No one can replace Scotty, but I'm sure he'd want you to live your life to its fullest. If you need someone to talk to, I know my niece will be there for you, and I will too. You have friends here, and we'll help you get through this together." Jerry looked at the hyena who just nodded at him, fresh tears streaming liberally from his eyes. Jerry folded the note and placed it back into his pocket. At that time, the bugler started to play taps. Every soldier stood and saluted as the casket was lowered into the grave. Jerry watched the hyena try to keep his salute as he sobbed. It was the start of a long road of recovery for the hyena.
\* \* \* \*
Sasha stood as she saw Jeff enter from the front hatch. It had been over a month since Scotty's funeral, and within those first days, the hyena broke down completely. He was essentially catatonic. Jerry had ordered him to go through some kind of grief counseling, Sasha wasn't sure of the specifics. All she knew was that the hyena had been gone for a month. She was glad he was back. She watched, almost tearfully, as the others approached him and gave him their welcomes. Sasha and Jester stood still by their racks near the end of the squad bay and waited for the hyena to make his way toward them. It seemed that was exactly what he intended to do, as well. Every greeting he gave seemed somewhat rushed, and he was heading straight toward the two. Once he passed the initial crowding he almost ran toward Sasha and Jester. Sasha opened her arms and the hyena plowed into her and embraced her tightly.
"We missed you Jeff." She said, trying to be as comforting as possible, not knowing just how much the grief counseling worked.
"I missed you guys too." He replied, breaking the embrace and looking into her eyes. "It didn't feel right without you two. I'm-" the husky paused, and looked away, down to the floor. "I'm sorry I broke down like that. I mean, I know you two took it hard as well. I felt like I had abandoned you."
Sasha was shocked. "What? You didn't abandon us. Yes, it did hurt us as well, but I can't even imagine how you felt. I'm sure I would have reacted worse than you. You can't always be the strong squad leader. We know you too well." She smirked.
Jeff let out a slight chuckle. "Thanks. I did a lot of thinking over the month. I was kind of worried that you would think less of me for just shutting down."
Jester stepped in and put his paw on Jeff's shoulder. "Hey, no one's perfect. The fact that you're still standing here and not being discharged right now is a testament to your strength. We're here for you as well. It's not just you for us. Besides, we had each other here."
Jeff raised an eyebrow at that. "So, you two hook up yet or what?"
Sasha felt her face heat up instantly as Jester seemed to gag and choke on nothing but air as Jeff just watched their reactions and laughed. At least he was able to laugh again.
"Wh-What're you talkin' about?" Jester stammered, shock still fresh on his face.
"Oh my God, you two. Come on! I've known you had the hots for each other since you first met. A month without me must have sparked something."
"Get a hold of yourself, Jeff." Sasha smiled. "I'm pretty damn sure that Jester would rather have his pick of the more pretty girls from home. At least your sense of humor's still intact. Jeez."
"Oh, come on, Sasha." Jeff replied as Jester stood there, obviously flustered. "You ever see him be so gentle and kind to anyone besides us here? Karl and I knew him for a long time, that's why he's like that for me, but you? Right when he met you he's been a picture of a gentleman. Gentlemen aren't usually the kind of guys that sign up for infantry, if you haven't noticed."
Sasha turned to Jester. "Is he telling the truth?"
Jester turned to face her and stared at her for a moment. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Opening them up slowly, he began to explain. "Well, yes. He is. I've liked you for a long time. I didn't really know what to say or do or anything. I'm not that used to dating anymore. Then, well, when Scotty died, we got a lot closer. I didn't want to say anything then, either, cause I didn't want you to think that I was taking advantage of you or anything. I guess I was just content with-"
Sasha stopped him mid-sentence and pulled him into a kiss. It was strange. She had never been that overcome with emotion before. Honestly, she never felt that way before. In a subconscious way, she was hoping that he liked her, and she must have been blind to not be able to tell that he did. She broke the kiss, and the shock on his face seemed to match what she felt on her face as well. In that instant, she knew that she did, in fact, love him.
"Hah," Jeff chuckled, "you two would never get anything done without me. Not even in your love lives."
"Wait a sec, Jeff." Sasha turned to the hyena. "Why, after a month of being gone, do you suddenly play matchmaker in the first five minutes you've been back?"
The hyena shrugged. "Like I said, I did a lot of thinking. I basically figured that since something had ended for me, I might as well help with a beginning for someone else. I told myself that if you two hadn't already gotten together, I would help. I knew it would be easy. You two deserve to be happy. Karl made my life here easier, better. You two deserve that better life too. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to take a piss."
Sasha watched as the hyena walked away. She was still dumb-struck at everything that happened so quickly. She looked into Jester's eyes again, and as the urge took her once more, kissed him. Jeff sure was a crafty hyena, but a good one even so. A *very* good one.
\* \* \* \*
Chris thumbed the small disc from Jerry. The disc came in earlier with the mail, and was addressed to both him and Jake, so per the usual, he waited on the couch for Jake to come home for work. It had been a few weeks since they had heard from Jerry or Sasha, and he was anxious to see them again, even if only on a small screen. He heard the door open and slam shut. Obviously another rough day at work for Jake.
"You alright Jake?" Chris yelled from the couch.
"God, sometimes I wish I hadn't moved to Intel." Jake replied, rounding the corner into the living room. He stopped as he saw the vid disc in Chris' hand.
"What happened?" Chris asked sitting up. It was rare to see Jake this flustered. It must have been something big.
"Later. Is that from Sasha?" Jake pointed at the disc.
"Maybe, haven't watched it yet. Seems like Jerry's handwriting on the letter, but it's addressed to both of us. Sit, let's have a look." The tiger sat down next to Chris as he put the disc in the small vid player.
Once he hit play, Jerry's face appeared on the screen. "Hey love. Hey Jake. Been a while since we've sent a disc, I know. Things have been a bit hectic though. Seems like something might be coming down soon." Chris heard Jake sigh heavily beside him, but continued to watch the vid. "Well, the hyena came back a few weeks ago. He's been a bit rough around the edges, but most of the time he's covering it up pretty well. He's really leaning on Sasha, it seems. She'll probably tell you more about that, though. I had her make a recording on the same disc as mine, since I'm not putting anything too private on here." The bull chuckled. "Anyway, Chris. I wanted to say that I really miss you. I've been doing a lot of thinking since Lance Corporal Bolden's death. Well, I saw what it did to Greenley. Honestly, it reminded me of you twelve years ago. I know I said that I wanted to stay in the fight and all, but all this got me to thinking. Next year, my current contract will be up. I want to be with you more. I know that me being gone is troublesome to you. Hell, it hurts me too. I don't want to be away anymore." Chris sat up and tried to fight back the tears that for some reason were welling up in his eyes. "I still don't know if I want to stay in the military and get a garrison job out there, or just leave it all and become a civilian. All I know is I want to fall asleep with you again. I want to wake up with you. Like when we first got married. Leave just isn't enough for me anymore. I guess it's about time I made some sacrifices to be together. In hindsight, it seems I was a bit selfish on that part, and I'm extremely sorry. I don't want to force you to go through losing a loved one again. I've been lucky so far, but, well... Luck can only last so long. I can only hope that it lasts me long enough to see you once more. Well, that's really all I wanted to say." Jerry sighed, "I love you very much, Chris. With all my heart."
Chris paused the video right after the bull's face blinked out. He wiped the tears from his eyes that persisted through all his efforts of holding them in. He was finally going to have his lover with him again. He would have given anything for this. He had always supported Jerry in going back in the infantry, but deep down, he had always rued the days he left. He knew Jerry saw that. Chris didn't want to impede the bull's career, or stand in the way of what he wanted to do. He was overjoyed to hear that Jerry finally felt the same. Chris looked back at Jake, patiently waiting for him to continue the vid.
"Oh, sorry. I just needed to collect myself, I guess." Chris apologized.
Jake put his arm around the panther. "No problem Chris. It's great news. You need him back, I can tell. You're never much without your better half. Especially with you in retirement doing nothing."
Chris chuckled. He was right. Without anything to do really, Chris had usually just been watching Jerry's vids over and over. It was pathetic, honestly. Chris turned back to the vid player, and resumed the recording.
After a couple seconds of blank screen, Sasha appeared. "Hey dad, Uncle Chris. There's been a few recent developments since my last vid to ya. For one, Jeff came back. I was so happy to see him again. He seemed to be quite happy to be back, and feeling much better. I guess the counseling or whatever he went to worked. He still sometimes cries at night, but at least he's able to function. I know it'll take a long time for him to get over it all, and even then, he'll never fully get over it. But it sucks having to watch a good friend hurt like that. I guess that's how it was with you and Uncle Chris back then. I don't really remember too much when it first happened. Anyway, on a much lighter note, I now officially have a boyfriend." Jake shot up in his seat in shock, and Chris just had to laugh at the reaction. Jake could never get used to the idea of Sasha with boys. "You actually met him before. Well, you didn't meet him per se, but I showed him to you on many a vid. It's Jester actually. I guess we started growing really close over the past while, and it actually took Jeff to get us to both realize that we had feelings for each other. Don't worry, dad, he really is a great guy. Jeff wouldn't let me date a jerk. Things seem to be getting busy around here, but you know, they won't tell us until we go. I don't even think a lot of the officers know, but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I gotta sign off now. I promised Jeff and Jester that I'd go eat with them, and I think they already left. Love you both! Bye."
With that the vid ended. Chris looked over to Jake, who still seemed a little shocked.
"Hey, you knew this was bound to happen. Unless they're lesbians, they always hook up with a guy they work with." Chris chuckled. "Anyway, as much as we've heard about this Jester, he seems like a nice enough guy. I for one trust Sasha's judgment of character."
Jake shook his head, but eventually nodded. "Yeah, it was bound to happen, alright. Just blindsided me is all. I know she wouldn't make a stupid decision like dating the wrong guy."
Chris nodded. "So, what happened today to get you all flustered?"
Jake sighed. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but..." Jake put his face in his paws, slightly muffling his voice. "It's not official quite yet, but there is heavy talk about going back to Kaldraga."
Chris shot up from his seat on the couch, eyes wide. "What!? Going back? What the fuck! It'll be another massacre!"
"Don't tell me something I don't know. I argued the same point to just about everyone, but they're saying it'll be different this time. I don't know how, exactly, but they believe it. I swear, you'd think they'd learn from past mistakes."
"Kaldraga was the number one regret I ever had in my time as Commander of Troops. Hell, probably in my whole life. I've said this publicly many times. It's fucking crazy to just send them back there twelve years later. If anything has changed, they're more fortified over there, not less."
"I know, I know. There's nothing I can do about this one. General Krynoth is unshakeable on this. It may not be official, but I know it will be, and soon. Maybe... Maybe they won't send Sasha and Jerry."
Chris felt tears of rage forming as his mind processed it all. "No. They'll send them. They'll send them for the same reason I sent you. They're one of the best ground units in the military. Krynoth... The fucking idiot. He'll send them to their deaths." Chris dropped to his knees. "I can't lose Jerry. I won't make it through another husband." He started to cry. Over his own sobs he heard Jake sniff back tears as well. Jake was always stronger than he, but this seemed to be too much even for the tiger. "Why? Why is this happening? Right after he said he wanted to leave it all and be with me. Why?" It was the only thing Chris could think about. Losing another loved one. Something dropped deep in his gut, as if he had just heard that Jerry had already died. It was a mistake. He wished they would see that, but he knew that the decision was already made. He knew the lives of countless soldiers, including his husband and niece, had already been written off.
\* \* \* \*
"Shit." Jerry growled under his breath as he read the documents sent to him from Command. He had wondered why Chris seemed so upset in his last vid. He must have known. It seemed his luck had run out. He carefully scanned through the details of the mission ahead. It seemed suicidal, they didn't even send Black Ops soldiers to Kaldraga, and now they weren't just going to augment the coming fight, they were going to be among the first to get there. Jerry picked up the small vid capture sitting on his desk and thought about what he could say, if anything. Chris knew just as well as he did how likely it was that he was coming home from this one. There was nothing he could think of that could calm the panther's nerves this time. He wished he would have made the decision to be with Chris earlier. He wanted to see his panther one more time. To hold him, kiss him. Jerry choked back the tears that formed in his eyes as he pressed the record button on the capture. Looking directly into the lens, he paused for a moment to gather what to say.
"Whatever happens, I love you Chris." A few rogue tears found themselves running down his face as he thought about his older lover and what was to come of him. His life would be over, as far as he would see. Jerry knew there was no way he would be able to get over losing another lover. He hated that he waited so long to see this, and hated what he forced himself to do to his mate. He stared into the lens, and imagined that the lens was his lover's eye; imagined the panther sitting there in front of him. "I love you."
He stopped the recording and removed the small disc from the capture. He slipped it into a small envelope and wrote Chris' name and address on the front. This was likely to be the last thing that Chris ever heard from him. After sealing the envelope, he wiped his eyes and tried to center himself. There was no way that he could face the platoon like this, they'd all give up hope, and then it really would be a suicide mission. All he could do now is try his hardest and get them to try their hardest. No matter what, though, he knew the death toll would be astronomical. He took a couple deep breaths and stood up from his desk to walk toward the door to the squad bay, pausing only to drop the envelope in the mail bin by his door. Pausing at the squad bay, he took another deep breath and walked in.
"Gather 'round!" He yelled, ensuring everyone in the bay had heard him. He guessed the soldiers sensed the urgency in his voice; it took them less time to gather than it normally did. Conversations stopped, card games were abandoned. Maybe they sensed that something was about to happen, and were curious as to what it was. "Is anyone missing? No? Alright."
"We've been given a mission. It's a big one this time." Jerry chuckled under his breath, "actually that's an understatement. It's Kaldraga." Jerry watched the soldiers' faces as they paled, eyes widened. Everyone knew how dangerous it would be. It almost seemed to Jerry as if he had told each one of them that they were going to die, and soon. "I'm going to give you a short overview of what's going to happen. None of this is to be spoken of outside this squad bay. We will be going with the first wave. They have some new kind of weapon that will knock out the orbital defenses in a small area of the planet. We'll be landing about three clicks from a small base there. The mission is to wipe out any enemy resistance, and secure a perimeter so that the Federation can have a foothold on the planet. Now, we will be going in among the first, but we will be receiving reinforcements and a heavy number of medevac ships the day after we land. So there you have it. We have one day and one night to clear out as much resistance as possible before the reinforcements arrive. Command wants at least a ninety percent secure status before those ships get there. We'll be arriving on some new drop ships that they claim have better stealth capability than we've ever had before, so the element of surprise should still be ours. Now, even though this is a small base, they are expecting extremely heavy resistance. I know we can succeed at this, we're the best they've got, but I'm not going to lie to you. Many of you will not be coming back from this. It would be foolish of me to think that we'd luck out and all come home. That being said, if you have anything that you want to say to your families, do it now. I will make sure that any mail gets to your families as quick as possible. We leave tomorrow, so prepare full combat gear. Don't skirt on anything, you'll need it all." With that he walked away, leaving the platoon still in shock. Some stood there, unsure what just happened, or still processing. Others started to run to their captures or letters to hurry and say what they needed to say to their loved ones. He felt his emotions turn to anger as he silently cursed the command for what they were doing to these kids. Most of them were in their early twenties, some still in their late teens. Command was sending most of them to their deaths, perhaps including his niece, and now he hated them for it.
\* \* \* \*
Sasha sat between Jeff and Jester on the drop ship heading toward Kaldraga. Everyone was nervous this time, even the seasoned ones. Her uncle didn't sugar coat anything, and everyone knew that there was a good chance they weren't coming home, but the bull made sure that even though they were staring at death in the eye, they would go out charging. Sasha was terrified herself. She had never had to face her mortality this way. She wondered if she would get to see her mother again, and her uncle Jeremy. Jester seemed to have similar thoughts going through his head, but when she looked at Jeff, he didn't seem scared at all. It was almost like he wanted to die, to see Scotty again. She knew that was foolish, he was sad, yes, but not suicidal. She glanced over to her uncle in the front of the cabin. He had been sitting there staring at a picture of her uncle Chris the whole ride. She had never seen him so sad. She could tell right then how much he really did love that panther. Most days, she just took it as a fact of life, like how most young children "know" that their parents love each other, but she could see it on his face now. She saw how much love was really there. All of his outward toughness seemed as if it had melted away, and all that was left was the tenderness that she knew as a child. She wondered if anyone else on the ship saw that, and if they did, what they were thinking about it. It had been two hours in hyperdrive already. They should be arriving soon. She hoped the weapon to knock out the orbital defenses and this new stealth technology worked. She didn't want to die. Not yet. Not after she found someone to love. She looked up to Jester and took his hand. He took hers as well. Holding her hand tight, he looked into his eyes. She could see what he felt through her eyes. He was scared. She never thought someone like Jester could get scared, but in his eyes it was as plain as day.
"Sniper, Jester." Jeff called from the other side of her. "I want to give you two something." Sasha turned to face the hyena, and Jester leaned forward so he could see him as well. "Remember that one picture we took a while back? Before Karl died?" Sasha tried to remember, they had taken a lot of pictures of each other over the time she had been there. Quick friends indeed. "Well, doesn't matter if you remember it, but I found it the other day and made copies for both of you." Jeff reached into his front pocket and pulled out three small wallet-sized photos. Keeping one for himself, he handed the other two to Sasha. She looked at them, and almost cried. It was the four of them: Sasha, Jester, Jeff, and Scotty, arms around each other. She didn't remember exactly when it was taken, but it was very soon after she arrived. Sasha handed the other to Jester, and when he looked at it, he let out a short chuckle in remembrance. "I thought," Jeff continued, "that it would be a good keepsake to have. You know, in case we don't all make it back. Something to remember each other by."
Sasha smiled at Jeff. "Thank you. It's great. I'll keep it with me always." She was telling the truth. There was something about the picture that was calming, seeing the four of them together like that. Just by looking at it she could have sworn she felt Scotty somewhere, looking at them. Watching over them. It was a good feeling, and it helped to calm her down.
"Thanks, Jeff." Jester replied, staring at the picture. "We'll see him again one day. One day we'll all be reunited." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Maybe today."
The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Sasha didn't quite know how long it was until she felt the ship come out of hyperdrive. She spent the whole time staring at the picture that Jeff had given them. The distinct shaking of the ship seemed to signal everyone that they were close. Everyone seemed to look up from whatever they were doing, and the tension in the cabin was almost palpable. They started to feel the ship shake as it started to breach the Kaldraga atmosphere. The weapon for the orbital defenses must have worked, or they would already be dead. She gripped onto Jester's hand tight, and he responded in like, holding hers even tighter, it seemed.
"Sasha, I love you." Jester said. She looked at him, shocked. They had only been a couple for a couple weeks, it seemed so soon. However, when she looked in his eyes, she knew he meant it.
"I love you too." She replied, shocked at how natural and right it felt saying it to him. She cleared her throat and looked at her uncle. He had put the picture back in his pocket and was looking at her. He nodded slightly toward her. She knew it was his way of silently telling her he loved her as well, and saw in his eyes that he was going to try to get her back home. It felt good to have someone like him watching over her. She knew that if anyone could succeed in keeping her safe, it would be him. She put her own picture into her front pocket, and adjusted her gear in preparation for the landing. She saw her uncle stand up after they passed through the atmosphere.
"Alright, listen up! When we get off this boat, we'll be three clicks from the base. We need to cover that distance quickly. I've been told that this new stealth technology can hide the ship's entry in the atmosphere, but let's go ahead and assume that they know we're here. Once we get to the base, kill everything that moves. I don't give a damn if they look like a civilian. I'm not taking that risk. Keep your dispersion once we exit, and stay with your squads. Once the shit hits, I want everyone to work together and push through. SpecOps has a team that will be cutting the power to the area. Once night hits, we'll make a perimeter and take shifts in the fight. The rebels aren't known for fighting at night, so we should be able to pull that one off and get some rest for the second day. Remember - the reinforcements won't be here until midday tomorrow. So until then, we're on our own. No medevacs. Therefore, if you see one of your brothers or sisters take a hit out there, render first aid. If there's nothing you can do, give them some painkillers and push on. Alright, let's do this shit, and go out with a bang!"
Almost on cue, the drop ship landed and the bay doors opened, letting in the sun that seemed blinding after hours on the ship. Everyone hurried to undo their harnesses and stand up. They filed out of the ship quickly and found themselves on an open field with the base barely visible in front of them. Sasha glanced back at the drop ship and was shocked to notice that she couldn't see it. This new stealth technology was amazing. She found herself wondering if the rebels saw them at all.
The field was probably the only conceivable place to land, but it seemed to Sasha like a death trap. The only warning they would have of the enemy would to have one of them killed. The other platoons filed out of the drop ship until the last of the soldiers were out. They then started their advance to the base. The pace was quite grueling to Sasha, it was more of a light jog than a walk, and with all the combat gear it felt like they were all-out sprinting. Nobody said a word as the base slowly came into better view. At that pace, three clicks went by quickly. Before she knew it, they were all crouched down in the tall grass that seemed to have grown forgotten by the maintainers. Lucky for them, it seemed. As they crept toward the back gate, she could hear laughing coming from the guardhouse. It was time to start.
Sasha watched her uncle as he motioned one of the soldiers to start the radio scramble. It would surely alert the rebels in the base, but they wouldn't be able to communicate outside, which was crucial. Only a few seconds passed after the soldier flipped the switch on the device until sirens began to go off around the base.
"Go, go, go!" Her uncle yelled as they rushed through the gate and took positions of cover. Once she got past the gate Sasha noticed that this "base" was more like a small town. A hail of blaster fire commenced as she slammed herself against one of the low buildings. The guards started pouring out and they picked them off one by one. Flashes of light whizzed by her. She took one deep breath and popped her rifle out from behind the wall. There were so many of them! She opened fire. She watched as her and others' blaster fire thinned the numbers, but it wasn't enough. The rebels started taking cover behind the buildings as well. She reached on her vest and grabbed a grenade.
"Frag out!" She yelled, pulling the pin and tossing it into one of the buildings holding the rebel troops. Returning back to her cover behind the building, she heard the explosion and noticed Jester standing right next to her.
"Nice toss, Sniper. Had to be four or five guys there." He smiled.
"Thanks, but that won't cut it." Sasha noticed her uncle waving at them to advance. "Let's go!" She ducked out from the wall and ran at the building up and across the street. Firing the whole time, she heard Jester keeping close behind her. He slammed against the wall next to her and panted.
"Alright, we need to get rid of these guys." He said, looking around. "Hulk!" he yelled looking at the position they were just at, where the huge wolf was crouching. "Get that rocket in there, man!"
"I don't got a good shot from here!" The wolf yelled back.
"Well get your ass over here! Perfect line of sight here!" Jester yelled back. Hulk stood up and ran toward them as Jester provided cover fire. Hulk was only a few feet away from them when Sasha heard the distinct *THUNK!* of a grenade launcher. The explosion was deafening. Sasha didn't see where it hit, and she was dazed. The ringing in her ears was deafening. She saw Jester run out in the cloud of dust from the grenade. As her hearing slowly came back to her, she once again heard the heavy blaster fire around them. She saw Jester emerge from the cloud of dust, dragging Hulk behind him. Once he got behind the wall, he looked at the wolf.
"Hulk! Oh fucking Christ!" He said as he looked over the wolf. The shrapnel from the blast made minced meat out of his left leg, and his neck was gushing. As Sasha's hearing continued to clear up, she started to be able to make out the sickening gurgling the wolf was making as he choked on his own blood. His head was moving wildly, eyes wide and full of pain. It was like a train wreck in front of her. She couldn't look away no matter how much she wanted to. She watched for the few short seconds it took for the wolf's breathing to stop and his eyes to glaze over. She watched as the gushing in his neck slowed as the blood flow in his body stopped.
"Sniper! Sniper!" Jester reached over to shake Sasha, "Sasha!" She snapped away from the wolf's body and looked at the fox shaking her. "He's dead. There's nothing we can do. Come on, we have to push forward."
"Hey guys!" Another voice said, "We're advancing on the sides. Shit, Hulk!"
Sasha turned to see Jeff standing there, looking at the fallen wolf, then back at her.
"Come on, we're making progress on the side alleys. We should be able to flank the majority of them."
Jester stood up and helped Sasha to her feet. She couldn't stop looking back at Hulk's body. She thought she would be able to deal with the death more after Scotty, but Hulk's death was horrifying. She tried to calm herself, and get back to the task at hand as she followed Jester and Jeff. She noticed that during the incident with Hulk, they managed to make quite a bit of headway advancing on the alleys. She followed them as they emerged behind the initial rebel lines and opened fire, catching them off guard and killing them one by one.
The rest of the short time before nightfall was a blur to Sasha. It was like her body was doing everything without anything going to the brain to register. They had been on the ground for three hours before it started to get dark, but to Sasha, it felt more like twenty minutes. They had cleared out a good number of the rebel troops before they retreated into the buildings on the north side of the base. They were making progress, at least. Ghost ordered 1st platoon to take up positions in the buildings halfway between the front line of Federation troops and the back gate that they entered through. They would be the first ones to rest the night, assuming the rebels really didn't fight during the night. First squad was put in a small room with windows facing the north side. Once the three of them got in, Sasha collapsed against the wall. As the adrenaline lowered, she realized how sore and tired she was, but she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Hulk dying.
"Hey, Sasha, you alright?" Jeff asked, setting his gear down in the opposite corner.
"Yeah... No, I don't think I am. Every time I close my eyes, I see Hulk." Jester sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I know, Sasha, it's hard." The fox said in almost a whisper. "It gets pretty gruesome out there. I remember when I first saw hard battle. There was this one chick, Raven, I think her name was. I watched her get hit by a mortar. Half of her body went one way, the other half went another. Took months for me to stop having the nightmares, but I can still see it now, like it was yesterday." He held her close to his body, and she could hear his heart beat. For some reason, she loved the sound. She was hearing life itself, amidst all the death of the day. There was still life. She reached her hand up and put it against her own breast, feeling her own heart beat. It was comforting.
"Michael-" She cut herself off. No one ever used Jester's real name, not even her. She had no idea what came over her to use it.
"Yes?" He asked, looking down at her. He didn't seem surprised at all by the use of his real name.
Sasha looked up at him, into his eyes. Then something rushed over her, and she pulled him into a deep kiss. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she felt that he was getting the same feeling. They stayed locked in the kiss as Sasha's body took over for her mind once more, and began undoing his clothes. Their breaths picked up through their noses as they undressed each other, each breath more labored and deep than the last.
Jeff looked away. He knew exactly what was happening. The first time he and Scotty went to combat as a couple, they made love as well. In combat, sex was life-affirming, therapeutic. It reminded you that you were, in fact, alive. He didn't mind that the fox and tiger were doing it right in front of him. He knew it would ultimately help Sasha, and he knew that she needed that. He stared out the windows on the far side of the room, looking to the black sky devoid of artificial light, and waited for the next day to come.
\* \* \* \*
Sasha woke to someone shaking her. Eyes adjusting to being awake again, she looked over and saw that it was Jeff hovering over her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, time to wake up. Sun's coming up soon."
She sat up, only then realizing that she was only half dressed - if that. Startled she pulled uniform on quickly. She looked over at the fox next to her, who was also slowly coming back to consciousness. She remembered now what had happened the night before. She remembered how good it felt. It felt like much more than just sex, there was something else, but she couldn't place it. She felt her face heat up as she looked back to Jeff, who had resumed sitting on the opposite side. He just smiled and nodded toward her.
"It's alright. It happens much more than you think. Happened to me and Scotty our first mission together." He chuckled.
Jester sat up next to her and started to rush through putting his uniform on as well. Sasha looked at him and smiled. She was glad it happened, she no longer felt the fear and dread that she did earlier that night. She leaned toward the fox, and stopped his progress in getting dressed by claiming his mouth with a deep, passionate kiss. At first he seemed startled, but he eventually pressed his muzzle into hers, intensifying the kiss.
"Morning." Sasha smiled after they broke the kiss. Jester smiled back at her, full of warmth.
"Morning." He replied, his voice cracking like it always did before he was fully awake. The sound brought a chuckle to Sasha, she could definitely get used to waking up with him.
Sasha heard Jeff chuckling behind her, "Get dressed, you two. Save the pillow talk for when you actually *have* a pillow."
Jester must not have noticed that Jeff was in the room. His eyes went wide and a look of sheer embarrassment covered his face when he heard the hyena's voice. Sasha laughed while she finished getting all of her gear on.
"Alright, sun will be coming up in a few minutes. We're going to stay in here until Ghost gives the command to head back out. 2nd Platoon has a couple of scouts out observing the rebels, so just hang tight and keep alert." Jeff said once the two were done with their gear.
Sasha waited impatiently in the quiet room. She wasn't impatient for the action to begin, that could be delayed indefinitely for all she cared. She was impatient for the reinforcements to come, and to be able to get out of there. As much as the previous night's events served to calm her down quite a bit, once she was fully awake, the awareness of her surroundings sank in and with it, the sense of dread.
It seemed that the moment light began to creep over the horizon, the shots started. At first, it was somewhat distant, concentrated mostly in the buildings north of them, but more and more joined, adding to the sounds. They waited. Ghost had not yet given the command to leave the building, so the three posted near the windows, looking through the scopes on their blasters. The fighting seemed to be picking up rapidly, but none of them saw any rebel soldiers.
"Shit. MOVE!" Jester called, pulling at Sasha's arm, dragging her away from the window. Jeff looked up and got up to follow when the rocket hit. The rocket hit slightly above the window, shattering the glass, and sent a tremor through the building that knocked Sasha to the floor. She grabbed a hold of Jester's arm again, who was still standing, and looked around for Jeff. Once the dust cleared, she saw the hyena. He was pinned under a giant slab of concrete from the ceiling, groaning. They rushed to him. The slab covered all the way from his feet to his ribs, and seemed more than two feet thick. Sasha could tell he was seriously injured by his labored breaths and groans.
"Sniper, help me get this off him!" Jester yelled, moving to the hyena's right side. Sasha gripped the bottom of the slab opposite Jester. "One, two, three!" They both strained to lift the slab, but it didn't budge.
"Stop, stop." Jeff groaned. Sasha looked to see that he was coughing blood. She ran to him and wiped his mouth.
"We'll get you out of here, Jeff. We're going to get some help." She said, hovering over his head.
The hyena's head shook. "No, no. It's-It's useless. I'm fucked, get the hell out of here." His voice was raspy through the blood filling his throat as he coughed up more and more. Sasha's eyes began to tear up as she tried to think of *any* way to help him. "It's ok, Sasha. I'll... I'll get to see Scotty again."
"No! We'll get you out of here! You're not going to die!" Sasha was sobbing. Jeff had been there with her this whole time, and now he was dying. It wasn't fair. Why was it always the ones she *cared* about?
"Go." Jeff repeated, barely in a whisper, "Get the fuck out of-" His voice stopped as Sasha heard his breath leave his body for the last time. She could barely see through her tears. She started to think once again that she wouldn't make it out of here, or maybe that she didn't want to any more.
"Come on, he's dead, Sasha. This building's a death trap, we need to get out now!"
Sasha looked up at the fox, and saw that he too had been crying. Of course. Jeff had been his best friend for years. But the tears never blurred his judgment, and he was right. They needed to get out of the building. Sasha wiped the tears away and stood up, grabbing her blaster, and ran through the hall, down the stairs, and out of the building.
"Sniper! Jester!" Sasha turned to see her uncle running toward them. "Thank God, I didn't see that one coming." He panted catching his breath. "Where's Chuckles?"
Sasha froze. She couldn't muster the words. Jeff looked straight at the bull and shook his head.
"Goddamnit." The bull looked up at the building they came out of and sighed. "Anyway, the reinforcements will be coming earlier than expected. They may even have some air support coming with them, but we'll see. We need to hold the lines we have now, and the heat is starting to pick up quick. I need you two to get there and send that heat back. Let's go!"
Her uncle took off, she and Jester followed close behind. They ran up behind the wall of what seemed like an unfinished building. The four sides were uneven in height, and at the highest parts, only came up to Sasha's waist. They ducked behind it, popping up to take their shots at the enemy ahead. They slowly made their way across the south side of the building toward the main street. Once at the corner, her uncle turned to them.
"We'll cross here, one by one. We'll meet up with 2nd Platoon behind that building." He pointed at the building across the street, where she could see three solders taking cover behind the wall. "They need more soldiers on the alley there. I'll go first. Jester, cover fire."
With that, the bull stood up to run across as Jester stepped to the side of the corner, laying down a steady stream of fire. Sasha watched as her uncle ran across. She watched as the blaster fire flew past him, until he suddenly collapsed. His left leg buckled as a stream of light went through it, and while he fell she saw the light of blaster fire hit him in the chest. She froze as she watched a soldier come out from behind the building across the street and drag him back.
"Sniper, cover for me!" Jester yelled as she was snapped back from her frozen state. She grabbed her rifle and took Jester's place as he stood up. As soon as he did, she heard the whizz of a close shot in her ear and heard the sound of ripping flesh as it bit into Jester's calf. The fox fell to the ground. Sasha ran over to him and grabbed his arm.
"Come on, get up, I can't lift you!" She yelled. He lifted his good leg up and set his foot on the ground to try to push up. He kept his face forward, Sasha could tell that he was looking at something. All of the sudden, his eyes went wide. He looked at Sasha, and in that short instant, she saw a deep sadness. She looked toward the enemy lines as he shoved her, sending her careening over the unfinished wall, and she caught a glance of the rocket launcher pointed right at him. Falling over the wall, her right sleeve snagged at the shoulder, twisting her body as it hit the ground, and her right arm stuck over the unfinished wall. Time seemed to slow down as she heard the soft sound of the rocket in flight. It seemed like minutes before it was followed by a loud explosion. Minutes during which she couldn't move. She felt a sharp pain spread across her right arm, a pain more intense than she had ever felt. She screamed as the pain grew and grew. Her sight began to darken. Her head swam in pain and disorientation as the darkness spread, and her consciousness slipped.
\* \* \* \*
Chris shook with anxiety as the small shuttle began its landing at the forward base on Cyrenia. The day before, he and Jake received notice that Jerry and Sasha had been injured, and were admitted into the base hospital. They had to wait a full day before a shuttle was able to take them. Chris couldn't help but worry that something could have gone wrong, and one - or both - of them could have already passed. The shuttle ride was a grueling wait that seemed to last for days. Chris couldn't sit still. Jake, however, was a stone in his seat, and had been that way the entire trip. He knew he was just as worried, but the fear of the worst froze him. He did nothing but stare straight ahead. When the shuttle's doors opened, however, everything changed. Chris could hardly keep up with him as they quickly made their way through to the medical wing. Jake didn't slow until they reached the nurses' station.
"We're looking for two patients of yours." Jake said to the nurse at the desk. "Lieutenant Jerry Haldman is one. I'm his brother-in-law, this is his husband. The other is my daughter, Private Sasha Kearny." The nurse grabbed a clipboard and flipped through the pages, scanning for the names.
"Please sign in here." She nodded at the clipboard on the top of the desk as she flipped through the pages. He and Jake quickly signed and wait. "Ah, here they are. Lieutenant Haldman is in room 122. It's right down this hallway toward the end. Private Kearny is in room 140, which is just around the corner from there."
"Thank you." Jake said before the two took off again, rushing toward the rooms. "Let's see Jerry first, he's the closest." Chris just nodded in acquiescence as they approached the room. They slowed, looking at each number until they saw number 122.
"Here." Chris said as he opened the door. The room was empty. He looked around. "Where-" The bathroom door was open, showing that it was empty, but the bed sheets looked used and rumpled.
"Sasha's room." Jake said. It would be just like Jerry to leave a hospital room, he was quite the stubborn bull. They hurried to the corner, and when they turned it, Chris saw him, sitting in a wheelchair, facing the glass wall to one of the ICU rooms.
"Jerry!" Chris shouted and started to sprint toward the bull. Jerry turned his chair to face them, a wide grin on his face, and upon nearing him, Chris saw tears in his eyes. Chris rushed in and hugged him.
"Woah! Woah! Not too tight, now, hon." Jerry said as he returned the hug with one arm. His right arm was in a sling, and his left leg was in a full cast.
"What the hell happened to you?" Chris asked, looking the bull over.
"Babe, it's nothing." He chuckled in response. "Took two blaster hits. One went straight through my knee, the other in near the shoulder. It looks worse than it is. They just don't want me to move them much. It did hurt like hell, however. These painkillers they give us are delicious."
Chris felt tears starting to sting his eyes. "I thought I'd never see you again. He said, putting his hand on the bull's shoulder."
Jerry's smile faded. "Yeah. Honestly, I thought that too. I guess my luck hasn't run out quite yet, and I don't intend to push it anymore. They said that even with the reconstructive surgery on my knee, I'll never walk the same. The only way to be combat effective again is to amputate above the knee and get one of those robotic prosthetics. Luckily that's still an optional operation, and I opted against it. So you're stuck with me. Actually, speaking of which, Jake, I'm sure you'd like to know how Sasha's doing." He looked to Jake, who had been standing behind Chris.
"Yeah, how is she?" He said, a little calmer now.
"She's... Heavily sedated. We can't go in there now, hence why the blinds are closed. They're running some tests." Jerry sighed and adjusted himself in the wheelchair before continuing. "She took shrapnel and debris from a rocket explosion. It all hit her left arm. It had to be amputated." Chris saw Jakes face tighten and his eyes close as tears fought their way through. "She'll be alright, though. She's even luckier than me to be alive. All because of Jester."
"The fox in the vids?" Jake asked, his face showing curiosity now.
Jerry nodded, "Yeah. I'm sure you heard, but they were an item. Right after I got hit both times, I got drug behind a wall. They were across the street, and trying to get to where I was. He got hit in the leg. She was trying to help him up and get him to safety when I guess he saw the launcher or something, and he shoved her over an unfinished building wall. The rocket went right for where they were. He took an almost direct hit from it. Barely anything left." Jerry was shaking his head and looking at the ground. Chris could tell that it was tough for the bull. He wished he could take that trouble away.
Chris swallowed the knot that had formed in his throat. "Did anyone else make it out?"
Jerry sighed once more. "From the other platoons, they had a few come out. I'm not sure the numbers. But Sasha and I are the only 1st platoon soldiers that made it out. We lost a lot of good ones. A lot."
Chris jerked his head up when he heard the door to Sasha's room open. A petite female mouse stepped out, and looked instantly at Jerry.
"Lieutenant Haldman! You're not supposed to leave your room!"
Jerry wheeled around to face her. "Look, nurse. I've told you. That tiger you got in there is my niece. She's kinda missing an arm if you haven't noticed. I'm already patched up, and I've been shot before, I think I can handle it. That girl in there has never known injury that great. I'm not going to be leaving her."
Chris put a hand on Jerry's solder. "I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I would, however, suggest giving up on this argument. He's stubborn as hell."
The mouse considered Chris for a moment. "Are you the husband, then?"
"Yes"
"Alright, just make sure he doesn't move his arm or leg around too much."
"Move my leg? How the hell do you think I could manage that? I got a hundred pounds of plaster on the bitch, it ain't goin' anywhere." Chris shook his head. Jerry could be a real pain sometimes.
The mouse looked up at Jake, "Are you the father?"
Jake nodded, "Yes, I am."
I'm sure Lieutenant Haldman has filled you in on the extent of the injury. She's heavily sedated right now. She really freaked out when she realized she was missing an arm, which is quite understandable. You can go in now; she should be waking up soon. There is one thing I think you should know, and maybe you could tell her."
"What's that?" Jake asked, looking somewhat confused.
"Well, there are a certain number of tests we do on females before we administer the heavy drugs. One of these tests displayed slightly elevated hormonal balances. Upon further testing, we found that she is pregnant."
Chris' eyes went wide, mirroring Jake's and Jerry's.
"What?" Jake asked, bewildered. "When could it have happened?"
"Anywhere between two and four days."
"That night." Jerry whispered. He must have felt Chris and Jake's eyes, because he turned around to face them again. "The first night after we got to Kaldraga. It had to be then. I was checking on everyone, they were sleeping together. In the low light, I couldn't be sure, but their clothes seemed quite disheveled." Jerry glanced between the two. "It's actually not that uncommon. They say that around all that death, sex it quite therapeutic and makes you feel alive." Jerry wheeled his chair around and entered the room. Chris and Jake followed. Chris wondered what they were in for as they walked in the room.
The first thing Chris really noticed when he entered the room was all the medical equipment. I.V.s, heart monitors, countless other things tubed and wired to Sasha. It was a harrowing sight. Chris glanced over at Jake and saw the tiger's eyes tear up instantly at the sight. No parent should ever have to see their child like this. He saw how just the sight of her pained Jake, even though he was happy she was alive.
Chris stood next to Jerry on the left side of the bed. Jake moved to the right, on the side of her missing arm. Chris watched as his brother-in-law looked at Sasha, and saw sadness and pain in the tiger's eyes. Jake reached his hand up and put it on Sasha's head. The young tiger shifted and started to open her eyes. She looked around the room, finally focusing on Jake.
"Daddy?" Her voice seemed tired and strained.
"I'm here, baby." He replied, almost choking on his tears.
"I'm sorry."
"No. No, honey. You're okay. It's not your fault. You're alive, that's all that matters." He strained a smile at her. The sight made Chris start to tear up as well. He reached out and took the bull's hand in his. Jerry looked over at him and squeezed his hand.
Sasha turned over to look at Chris, "Uncle Chris." She smiled. She was starting to wake up more. "Uncle Jerry did good." All Chris could do to keep himself from crying was smile back.
"You did more than good yourself, Sasha." Jerry responded, taking over for Chris. "You were extremely brave. I couldn't have asked for more."
Sasha looked over at Jerry and smiled wider. Behind the sadness and pain, Chris could tell that she was proud of herself, and the compliment that his mate just paid her. "Thank you. Um... I think I know the answer already, but... Jester?"
Jerry looked into Sasha's eyes, his face giving away his sadness. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Sasha. He's gone."
Sasha just nodded her head, having already known. "He saved me."
"Yes." Jerry said, "He was the hero of the day."
"Actually," Jake interrupted, "that brings me to another thing." Sasha looked at her father again. "The nurse, she talked to us outside, and, well... It seems that you're pregnant."
Sasha's eyes went wide, and her intact arm went straight to her belly. "Pregnant?" She whispered. Tears started to show in her eyes as she rubbed her stomach.
"We think it happened that night with Jester." Jerry said. Sasha nodded.
"It's his, yes." She looked into Jakes eyes. "Are you mad?"
Jake was shocked at the question, "No, no. It's your choice, after all. Like I said, I'm just happy you're alive." He smiled at her.
"I want to keep it." She said, without even being asked. "Is that okay?"
"Yes, Sasha." Jake replied, "We'll even help you. I'd be proud to help raise the child of the man who saved my daughter's life."
Sasha smiled. "I love you, daddy."
Jake sniffed back the tears, leaned in and kissed Sasha on the forehead. "I love you too."
\* \* \* \*
Jerry settled in the hotel room bed next to Chris. The doctors had discharged him until they were able to give him the reconstructive surgery on his knee. The three got hotel rooms at a small hotel on the base while they waited for Sasha to get fitted for a military-grade prosthetic arm. She opted to get the prosthesis and continue with her military career, although she would probably be assigned an admin job or something of the sort now. The military had a strict policy on not sending single parents into combat.
Jerry lay on his back, not able to lie on either side. The cast was too uncomfortable to lie on and his shoulder still hurt like hell, but he wasn't about to show that to Chris. The panther worried enough as it was. It was already a bit embarrassing for Jerry to have to get the panther's help to undress himself, even though he knew Chris would do anything for him. Ever since they first met, Jerry had tried to be the strong one for the panther. He became the crutch for Chris to lean on as he dealt with Jeremy, and stayed in that role through Chris' retirement. It felt strangely odd to be the one that needed help now, but he was glad that the panther was there to give it.
Chris leaned over and rested his head on the bull's chest. Jerry put his good arm around him, holding him close. It felt good to be with Chris again. It was the one thing he always missed when he was away. He missed the feel of being with the one he loved.
"So, what's going to happen after the surgery?" Chris asked, running his hand up and down his torso. Jerry could feel that the panther had missed being together as well.
"Well, I already put in for a medical separation. I know some people in our admin section, so it should get approved. After that, I guess I only have two choices, really. I can either get a job back home, or just sponge off your pension." Jerry chuckled.
"Heh, well, I think I make enough to care for both of us. I am on a General's pension." Chris laughed. "Anyway, that way I won't have to be away from you when you go to work. It gets pretty lonely when Jake's out and I have nothing to do."
"Well, then, if you're offering, I guess I'll have to accept." Jerry leaned down and kissed the top of the panther's head. As much as he didn't want to take advantage of the panther, it would be nice to be able to spend that much time with him. Also, he knew that if he *did* try to get a job, Chris would probably spend countless hours trying to convince him otherwise. It would be a battle that Jerry wouldn't have the strength or really the desire to fight. He would miss the camaraderie of being in the infantry, but he had seen way too many of his friends die already. He knew deep down that this would be the best choice for him, and the best choice for Chris.
Jerry thought back to the ride to Kaldraga. He had always loved Chris with all his heart, but something changed on that ship. He realized that he needed Chris' love as well. He couldn't even tear his eyes away from his husband's picture for hours after he realized it. He knew now that he needed Chris just as much as Chris needed him. There was no "strong" one anymore. Not after all this.
"Chris?" Jerry looked down at the panther on his chest, who lifted his head to look Jerry straight in the eyes. "I love you."
The panther smiled weakly, "I love you too, Jerry."
Jerry pulled the panther's head in and kissed him. Chris pressed his muzzle into the bull's, intensified by Jerry's hand pressing on the back of Chris' head. The panther rolled over on top of Jerry, never breaking the kiss. Chris wrapped his hands around Jerry's horns and pulled him in even tighter. The bull wondered if this was somewhat like what Sasha and Jester had as he and the panther gave into complete abandon.
\* \* \* \*
Sasha stood facing the marker for Jester's grave. Most of the soldiers were buried in graveyards designated by their families, but Jeff and Michael both rested in the military gravesite on Cyrenia next to Scotty. She knew that they would have probably chosen that spot anyway. The funerals took place while Sasha was in the hospital, but no matter what she or anyone argued, they wouldn't let her go. In hindsight, it was probably best for her. Even after two weeks in the hospital, it was still hard to take. If she went to the funerals, she would have probably gone hysterical. She had been released earlier in the day and she, her uncles, and her father decided to come pay their respects before they left for home. She was given convalescent leave to get used to the prosthetic arm, which even now she couldn't help but touch. It felt so strange and foreign to her.
Looking at Jester's grave, she put her good hand over her belly. Somehow, it seemed that she could feel him there. It was like a big part of him was with the yet unborn child. It was a good feeling, the same feeling she got when she looked at the small picture of the four together. She knew that, wherever they were now, they were watching over her, along with her mother and late uncle. So many people had died in this war. So many people she knew. Though there seemed a glimmer of hope now. Thanks to all the soldiers with her in Kaldraga, the Federation gained a foothold on the planet. It was good to know that their tragic deaths were not in vain. She would cherish the memories she had of each one of them. They sacrificed themselves for something they believed worthy, and one sacrificed himself directly for her. Even though their relationship was short, she knew that she would always love Michael. She knew that his sacrifice was the single greatest act of love that anyone would ever show her, and she was happy to return that love by raising his child. His son, actually, according to the genetic tests done at the hospital. Their son.
Sasha turned to face her father and uncles, who were standing behind her. "I think I know what I'm going to name him now." Their faces perked up, looking at her expectantly.
"Michael, after his father. Michael Jeremy Kearny." They looked shocked at the mention of her late uncle's name, but then her father's and Uncle Chris' faces turned to pride.
"It's a great name, Sasha." Her uncle Jerry said, still in his wheelchair. "A great name."
She nodded and they started their walk back to the car. She thought she heard her father and uncle sniffle on the way there. She knew they would like the name. They all owed a lot to her Uncle Jeremy, just as she owed a lot to Jester. Now it was time to start again. She would be given a new job, a new child, a new life. They all would have a new life now. After such tragedy, one can never live the same again. She only hoped that the old saying was right, that out of every tragedy comes something good. She wanted to have a good life again.
So let it begin now.
\~Fin\~
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Steel's Interlude by Heuvadoches
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#3 of Diary of a Whore - "Steel? Are you home?" shi called, flicking on the entryway's light. Beyond the circle of light, the shadows of the dark, second floor apartment held their tongues. Shrugging, shi dropped hir purse on the couch on hir way to the bedroom. The night running the music The
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"Hermaphrodite",
"Horse",
"M/Herm",
"Mare",
"Masturbation",
"Other/Herm",
"Stallion",
"Vaginal",
"Vibrator"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10160-steel-s-interlude
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"Steel? Are you home?" shi called, flicking on the entryway's light. Beyond the circle of light, the shadows of the dark, second floor apartment held their tongues. Shrugging, shi dropped hir purse on the couch on hir way to the bedroom. The night running the music The Rainbow Tiger had gone well, but shi needed a bath. Sweat from hir dancing under the hot lights mixed with the ever-present odors of hir mutated heat, tickling at the back of hir own brain. Humming a tune that shi'd played earlier, shi stripped off hir clothing in the dark. It felt good to leave the lights off sometimes as shi busied hirself with drawing the bathwater.
Steel had said nothing at the mare's call and remained behind the apartment's balcony curtains, hoping shi wouldn't turn on more of the apartment's lights. He watched hir shape, fuzzed by the cloth, busy itself with the ritual of coming home. He nearly snorted with relief when shi walked to the back to disrobe, the cloud of pheromones following hir. The water hit the basin, drawing the stallion from his hiding place.
As the tub filled, Heuva dimmed the lights, opened a drawer on the vanity, and started pulling out a stash of candles, matches and a bullet shaped toy. Grinning shamelessly to hirself shi tested the batteries on the toy, listening to the vibrating whine ramp up as shi played with the speed control. Shi giggled softly, shut it off and placed it on the floor by the tub. Reaching over to the radio on the top of the toilet, shi flicked the switch, frowning at the raucous metal riffs blaring out of it. Turning down the volume, Heuva dialed the frequency lower until the soft strains of classical jazz floated out.
Steel crept to the hallway door, staying to the shadows as his roommate busied hirself in the bathroom. His ears perked as he heard the toy buzz over the splashing of the filling tub, followed by the radio. He was just outside the door when hir hand reached out and flipped the wall switch off.//Light flared in the dark room as Heuva struck a match. The sharp smell of burnt sulphur bloomed, overpowering hir own scents for a moment. Tipping into the wax pillar, the flame readily took residence on the wick. Quickly, the mare used the match on three more candles, giving the small room a rich, relaxing glow. Sighing gently, shi waved the flame out, pitched the charred stick into the toilet, and stretched lazily.
From the shadows beyond the open door, the dark grey stallion leaned against the wall and watched intently. The candles shining brightly off his eyes, his nostrils flared as he breathed deep of the mare's musky heat. He watched hir supple form, barely constraining himself as shi reached overhead and behind. The lines of hir breasts, outlined in heavy shadow from the wavering candle light, lifted as shi inhaled deeply. The muscles of hir leg bunched and knotted as shi stretched it forward. The tip of hir penis poked teasingly from the top of hir sheath while beads of moisture glinted on hir pussy lips. Steel's hand involuntarily brushed across the sensitive outer folds of his his cock-slip, giving rise to shudders as his penis began to expand out.
Tail swishing lazily, and unaware that shi was being watched by hir roommate, Heuva leaned forward to cut off the water. Half lost in thought, shi turned the valves slowly. When the water at last settled to a drip, shi stepped carefully into the tub. The herm knelt slowly into the hot liquid, groaning as the tensions of the day melted away. Shi continued hir slow decent into the water, laying against the basin with hir back to the door.
Slowly and silently, Steel moved as the water faded to a trickle and drip. His breathing quickened as he knelt down, positioning himself to see hir body in the mirrored wall behind the tub. The liquid rippled around those parts of hir body still above the water line as shi settled in and visibly relaxed. Steam curled from the surface, barely viewable in the reflection and low light. One arm lifted, dripping as Heuva moved it to rest on the shelf of the tub's wall-rim. Hir other hand caressed down chest and stomach, brushing lightly over hir partially exposed penis to stop at the division of hir legs. The stallion almost moaned aloud as hir fingers began to part the dark folds of the outer flesh, exposing the bright pink underneath.
Heuva sighed deeply as hir fingers found sensitive parts, moaning as hir body responded, winking hir flesh outward. The mare pressed hir fingers against hir heat swollen clit, rocking hir hips slightly upwards. Hir other hand gripped the tub-wall tightly as shi began to slowly rub hir button.
Steel resisted every impulse his base instincts shouted at him to announce his presence; to walk in, to help would destroy this moment. He shifted again, stretching out on the floor, one hand squeezing at his rock-hard cock with each wink the mare's pussy gave. Holding his breath, he watched hir glistening shaft emerge completely from its sheath. Licking his lips, he imagined its throbbing length in his mouth as both equines closed their eyes. Though Heuva's remained shut, Steel opened his shortly thereafter, drinking in the spectacle.
Softly, the water splashed, covering up the soft moan of the hidden stallion, as Heuva shifted in the basin. Propping one leg on the side, shi increased the pressure and speed of the fingers pressing against hir female sex. The other hand dropped over the side, probing for the half-forgotten toy shi'd placed earlier. Hir fingers closed around the slivery plastic object, and in one smooth motion shi turned it on, and place it at hir neck. Slowly, shi pulled the buzzing object down hir body, running it down the length of hir hard shaft before pushing across hir slit. With another wink and a gasp, the slivery bullet disappeared into the mare's pussy, vibrating against hir prostate.
Steel gasped simultaneously with the mare as he watched the vibrator vanish into hir body, stroking along his twitching phallus. Pulling slowly at his flesh, he turned his eye to hir leg, draped limply over the edge of the tub. Tracing his gaze along it, time compressed while he watched water drip from the fur to the floor in slow motion. Just as slowly, fluids began to leak from his cock, lubing his hand as he smeared his precum across his shaft. Steel's breath quickened slightly as he returned his view to the overhead mirror.
"Mmmmm...." Heuva moaned, pressing harder on hir clit with both hands, the thumbs rubbing at the base of hir cock-sheath. Slowly, the bullet vibrator birthed itself from hir hole, only to be pushed back in as shi down stroked on hir winking femsex. While the left hand continued to rub hir clit the right found the soap and applied it to the twitching shaft. Grabbing the slickened pole, shi began to stroke its length, arching hir back in a spasm of pleasure and thrusting hir shaft through hir clenching fingers.
Steel blinked quickly, his eyes dry from keeping them open, not wanting to miss anything. His breath rapidly passed though his open mouth as he pulled faster on his flesh. He watched intently as the hermaphrodite mare pleasured hirself. Part of him yearning to have his lips wrapped around hir flesh, another lusting to be covered by hir, but the majority remained in the hall, staring and unsure of how shi would react.The stallion shifted again, leaning his shoulder against the jamb as Heuva's actions intensified. Water sloshed around the tub as shi curled up, stallion's and herm's hands blurring synchronously over their respective sexes.
Heuva could feel the tingle beginning in hir body. The yowling, yammering beast demanding release from its prison. Unconsciously, shi shifted up in the tub, bunching hir stomach muscles and opening hir mouth in a silent scream of pleasure over the top of hir soapy, flaring cock. Hir mind's eye, blank and empty except for a white point of light watched as the point slowly grew and pulsed.
The mare began to grunt softly as the first waves of hir orgasm washed over hir body, pushing the vibrator out towards the entrance of hir slit. It buzzed and ground loudly against the enameled surface of the basin. The tip of hir cock blossomed, flowering as the tingle built larger and larger until it exploded across hir body. Hir leaking cock jetted out a thick, white-hot blast of cum into hir mouth. As it splashed across hir tongue, shi closed hir mouth and nosed down, swallowing the initial offering while the others splattered across hir face. Twitching fingers pressed hard on hir swollen clit as hir pussy fluids stained the water a darker colour.
Steel groaned loudly as the mare's orgasm overtook hir. Staring at hir fountaining cock, his own twitched and erupted, spilling his seed across the carpet to splash against the wall. He leaned his shoulder heavily into the door jamb, supporting himself with one arm while the other continued to milk pleasure from his member. Head down, saliva drooled from the stallion's open mouth as his orgasm subsided.
Heuva never heard his groan, or if shi did it did not register. As hir balls drained shi slowly collapsed backwards, the vibrator popping out to float on the surface like a drowning bee. Releasing hir cock, it slapped against the water surface before settling above hir stomach and chest. Weakly, shi swatted at the floating toy, barely managing to snag it and shut it off. huddering as shi removed hir other hand from hir crotch, shi let it float, basking in the orgasmic afterglow. Slowly, shi cracked open an eye, staring up into the overhead mirror.
Unlike the bathing herm, Steel believed that he did not have the luxury of remaining in the area. Still clutching his dripping shaft, the stallion wobbled on free-hand and knees across the open door towards the main den where he'd been hiding before. As he cleared the doorway, he paused a moment to listen intently for any audible clue that he'd been discovered. Nothing but the water quietly splashing, the toy clicking off, and the soft sound of hir sighing followed by a subdued giggle. Smiling, Steel rose to his feet and snuck back towards the den. The day's earlier clothing was in a pile, hidden behind the couch. Quietly redressing, he kept his ear open for signs of the mare's discovery of his presence before slipping out to the balcony. Quickly, he scrambled over the barrier and shimmied down the outer railing to the top of the fence below.
Heuva sighed softly as the world once again returned. Shi smiled as the reflected image of hir spent and sprawled body swam into focus. The heavy, salty taste of hir seed still coated hir tongue as shi stretched in the warm water. Movement in the mirror caught hir eye. Though the light was low, shi still was able to make out the darker outline of a familiar black hoof at the door's lower corner. Hir eyes widened in a mixture of shock and outrage, but shi held hir tongue and thought for a moment. "So, I wasn't as alone as I thought," shi said to hirself. "I do hope Steel enjoyed the show," shi continued, unable to stifle a giggle. Then, as quickly as shi noticed it, the foot vanished, pulled towards the den.
Steel, confidant that he had gotten away clean, whistled a light tune while climbing the flight of stairs to the apartment's locked door. Grabbing the handle, his brain overlaid an image of his backside at the keyhole and Heuva's cock as the key. Shaking the daydream out of his head, he turned the lock and clomped noisily on the tile landing. "Heuva, I'm home!" he called, shutting and re-locking the door.
"I'm in the tub!" shi called out, popping the drain. The water drained quickly as shi stood. Sticking hir head out of the bathroom, shi called to the approaching stallion, "I'm going to take a shower," before firmly shutting the door. Turning on the light and exhaust fan, shi giggled again, catching sight of hir cum-streaked face in the medicine cabinet's mirror. Shi blew out the candles, placed the toy back in its drawer, and opened the water valves once again.
Steel said nothing, merely grinned as the mare called out hir intentions and closed the bathroom. Hanging his keys on the peg by the door, he threw the deadbolt and wandered to the kitchen. Still whistling, he opened the fridge and pulled out the makings of a salad.
The water rushed from the overhead spigot, cascading down the herm's body as shi washed the semen from hir face and mane. Glancing up occasionally, shi watched hirself fade from sight as the mirror fogged. As the reflection obscured completely, shi set to the task of scrubbing the day from hir body. Lather washed down the drain, carrying with it hir sweat and musk.
Steel never heard the shower shut off. He never heard the bathroom door open either as Heuva stood at the hall entrance clad only in a pair of towels, watching him cut the vegetables. The lettuce, spinach leaves, cabbage hearts, and apples were quickly reduced to cubes and transferred to the large wooden bowl. It was only while slicing the carrots, his brain kept tricking him into seeing Heuva's cock again. He closed his eyes and put a larger one in his mouth, sucking on it like it was hir flesh.
"Interesting use for a carrot," Heuva said suddenly.
Steel nearly choked on the carrot as he bit down on it. His eyes bulged as he dropped the thin half coughing and sputtering as the other half of the root bounced off the cutting board. Holding on to the edge of the counter, he managed, "Don't scare me like that!" after a moment. The thin fur on his face tinging a deeper red as he looked over and saw the mare's body bound in a towel with another shi was using as a hair wrap. Glad he was behind the counter for the moment as his jeans swelled again, he asked, "Ah ... you ... ah ... hungry?" while pointing to the massive salad bowl.
Sporting a knowing, Cheshire style grin, "Oh, I could definitely eat something," Heuva said cryptically before leaving the stallion to finish the salad. Leaving hir hair in the towel, shi put on hir thick, full length bathrobe and fuzzy slippers and then wandered innocently back out to the den. Steel was sitting at the table, already working on his half of the salad. Taking the bowl with the remainder, shi settled into the chair opposite Steel, drizzled on the raspberry and ginger vinegarette and dug in.
Heuva yawned tiredly in the soft fluorescence of the flickering television. As usual, there wasn't much on at this late of an hour. The LLNN droned out the usual litany of petty crimes. There was one story of an industrial accident in Cordova and the subsequent evacuation of an entire neighborhood that was somewhat interesting, but mostly it was run-of-the-mill assaults and a continuation of the latest "streaking" fad. Even the talking-head looked bored as he read the teleprompter.
Heuva blustered softly as shi set the sleep timer and then pushed the mute button on the remote. Stretched out in the recliner beside hir, Steel snored softly. He'd fallen asleep during the last period of the late broadcast of the regional hockey game an hour ago. Heuva smiled as shi watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and nearly giggled as shi saw the large bulge straining the seams in his crotch. Quietly folding hir chair back into place, Heuva stood and slipped out of hir bathrobe. Draping it over the sleeping stallion, shi silently wished him a pleasant dream and crept, naked, back to hir room.
Along the way, shi noticed the dark stain in the hallway carpet, next to the bathroom door. Curious, shi knelt and pressed hir fingers into the fibers, finding it cold and wet. Bringing hir hand to hir nose, shi sniffed it and then giggled as shi recognized the scent. "Apparently he did enjoy the show," shi thought as shi rubbed hir fingers clean on the towel from hir head. Shi then folded the towel and used it to blot up most Steel's semen before tossing the fabric in the laundry chute. Considering the size of the puddle, it was going to leave a faint mark, but that could be fixed the next time the cleaners were called. Humming softly, Heuva turned on hir window fan, shut the door to hir room and passed out under hir sheets.
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Vagabond by Doctor Otter
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#4 of Tail Underground - Ikage, nicknamed Nightshade... that's not my real name. Ikage in Han-Ma isn't a true name... it means "Vagabond." Seems fitting with the way the White Lotus Society found me and took me in as one of their own. Yet it wasn't always easy. I was originally born as Hunter Vale,
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[
"No-Yiff",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51788-vagabond
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Ikage, nicknamed Nightshade... that's not my real name. Ikage in Han-Ma isn't a true name... it means "Vagabond." Seems fitting with the way the White Lotus Society found me and took me in as one of their own. Yet it wasn't always easy. I was originally born as Hunter Vale, from the land of Arca, son of the great warrior Link Vale and the High Preistess Janice. My father died a hero in a great war, laying his life down on the line for a his country and given the highest honor ever given in Arca. I was always proud of my father growing up, and I vowed I'd one day become like him. I remember when he was home, when I was younger, he'd read me bedtime stories, bring presents home when he returned... I love him and my mother. But something never sat right with me. My mother wanted me to find a nice female to mate with, but females didn't suit me. I first found out I was a Tail Raiser when I was 13, and there was a young male in school I had found highly attractive. We ended up mating for 2 years, My love, Matthew and I. I guess it was never to be, as the King was pushing a royal decree, banning all homosexual activity. The two of us stayed together though... our hearts inseperable. I was caught on several occasions, only getting a few days in jail, but it was the third time it would be different. Matthew and I were caught when we were both fifteen, nothing sexual happened, but we were caught making out. That day changed my life forever. As part of the new decree, since I was a constant offender, I was pulled away from my love and exiled from the land of Arca. I was crushed and swore my revenge to the king...
I wondered the to the east for days, carrying only gourds of water. I had lost track of the days when I fainted and fell to the ground, out of water for five days. I had awakened in a cavern with a young female fox offering me water. She told me her name was "Lady Mina" and found me out in the desert in one of her patrols. She explained to me that the White Lotus Society were secret supporters of the Han-Ma throne, and were ninjas and assassins. I took this as an opprotunity to better understand my father, but ultimately to take revenge for my near death exile from Arca. I begged to be trained as a White Lotus assassin, but it was not up to her. With that, I was brought before their leader, coded "Boss Lady." She was the one who gave me my new name, my identity. She accepted me for training and saw to it herself.
That day forward I dedicated my life to the White Lotus. The Training was brutal, day one I was tossed off of a cliff and told my training would be complete when I climbed back up. That's where most of my scars came from. Then there was walking across the broken glass in order to get out of a room, barefoot. Punching boards until my knuckles were skinned and raw, holding out buckets of water till my arms ached and became stiff. The Kata training, the beatings, the slaps of the Kendo sticks against my so fragile body. I still remember that pain I was put through for my spirit and body to become strong. Finally came the day where I finally jumped to Second Coil. This was where more advanced training came in, and how I learned my special ability. They said it's rare, once every thousand years or so, that a White Lotus can use the Shadow Blink spell, but I mastered it only after training a few weeks. Shadow Blink allows me to not only create shadows of myself, but have myself and my shadows blink, making them incredibly hard to hit and block my attacks. This is where I picked up my code name "Night Shade" Boss Lady was pleased with how my training was progressing...
Twenty Long years... twenty grueling and painstaking long years and I finally made it, The Second highest ranking in the White Lotus, fourth coil. Boss Lady replaced my mundane Ninja-to, with one of a beautiful ornate one that seemed to be made of Gold. She told me it was Orichalcum, an incredibly strong and unbreakable metal that few warriors were able to master. The Blade felt as light as a feather and as I held the blade, I realized everything, all my training was leading up to me wielding this blad, in the name of Justice and Freedom. Then there was the day Emperor Xing asked us to station a team of ninja at Arca. I must admit I was excited to return, not to see anyone, not my mother, not my former lover... but to exact my revenge upon the unsuspecting King. I volunteered to lead the ninja and handpicked the team myself. Hiei, the young rabbit who has an incredible talent with any instrument put infront of him and mastering the Kusurigama with spiked Chain. Jubei, Shadow Fox Master chef and excelent assassin with his ability to blend into shadows. Taki, an gardner with an unusual ability to control the plants she's able to grow. Lady Jade, another fourth coil ninja wanted to join us, but I told her it was too dangerous for her. She obviously knew I was lieing, as the eyes are the portals of truth to the ninja, but she didn't persue it further. Arca... you will pay for everything you've done... I will destroy you no matter what the cost...
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Dancin' with Myself by Akihana
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#4 of The Same Old Song and Dance - After that, I don't think his mother found out what happened for a good half-hour. He looked at me with the most... pained looked in his eyes. He questioned, "What?" to the insensitive beast in the doorway as he dropped the phone. I don't think either he or the
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[
"Ferret",
"First Time",
"No-Yiff",
"Plot Development",
"Wolf"
] |
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After that, I don't think his mother found out what happened for a good half-hour. He looked at me with the most... pained looked in his eyes. He questioned, "What?" to the insensitive beast in the doorway as he dropped the phone. I don't think either he or the pizza girl knew how to respond to the simple question... At least... *I* didn't. The girl didn't know what was going on at all, actually. Funny...
The phone rang a few times, but nobody paid any attention. The cougar stayed for a little bit, but he left after I had retrieved some information from him and assured him that I would take care of things. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing, though I didn't. I wanted to comfort him... I wanted to be there for him... but I felt like there was something keeping me from getting near him. He sat on the couch silently, staring into space. I didn't speak to him. I couldn't. I knew what he was thinking, somehow.
I picked up the phone and dialed the last received number, and swallowed dryly when his mother answered. How was I supposed to be frank? Maybe I should have let that cougar stay longer, I thought. No. She couldn't hear something like that from a stranger. I tell myself that, anyway. I try to tell myself it was easier hearing it from me. Was it, though?
Ah... I write as though he's already dead. The cougar did say it looked bad, but he could still be okay! I try to believe that, at least. I guess I just write how I feel. An artist should not let his emotions get in the way of his work, right? I will have to work on that... Hah! I'm not an artist. I'm just overemotional. Maybe that's what it takes to be an artist, though. I certainly can't be a writer with broken sentences like this. I'll take back up an instrument... maybe paint a little more.
Writing does help me get this off my chest. I can even write my most private feelings here... It's great. The best part, of course, is that nobody would be able to tell it was my writing from reading it. A person's writing really is a better window into their soul than their actions... I know.
I'm just rambling. Is that what I'm supposed to do?
He hasn't spoken to me since. To be fair, I haven't seen him enough to give him a chance, but when we do pass, he doesn't speak to me. I know what he's thinking. I think I do. It's arrogant to assume I know another's thoughts, but I know what I'd think in his position. I hate me. I mean... I would hate me. I certainly don't hate me, right?
After I called his mother, I sat next to him on the couch. I didn't touch himâ€"I couldn't. I tried to tell him that his mother would be in town in around an hour and that we should go to the hospital, but I couldn't. I just sat there, dumbfounded. I was useless.
I did eventually get him into my car, wordlessly, and drive to the hospital. His mother was at the reception desk when we walked in, and she threw herself on him. His little brother looked at me with a mix of confusion and depression. His eyes were redâ€"he had been crying. I noticed, then, that Alex hadn't cried. He had just sat in disbelief. His mother was crying, too. My eyes had even been wet when I heard...more out of sympathy than grief, maybe. Why...?
Maybe I knew why. I didn't want to say it. I don't, still.
I stayed for a little bit, listening to his mother's sobs. Nobody spoke. We sat in the waiting room until a nurse came to escort them to his father's room. I was allowed to go, but I didn't follow. Nobody looked back to see that I was following or really cared, I think. I let them turn a corner, then returned to my car and went home. There was no sign of Mom when I went in, so I retreated to my room for sleep. I didn't. I lay there for what seemed like hours, sleeplessly, before getting up and wandering around. I was quiet enough that I wouldn't wake my mother (she'd only worry), but I sighed almost continuously. I paced, I grabbed a drink from the fridge, and I sat on the couch. I had to think of something to get my mind off of this!
I saw, then, my planner lying on the table in front of me. I filled it out once in a great while when a project was due more than a week down the line and I figured I would forget. I flipped it open to the date and looked ahead. Nothing for a few weeks, but there was a creative writing paper due just over a month from now. I could start on that, I thought to myself. I picked up a pen from the table's drawer and fetched a piece of paper from the nearby printer. I set to work.
I wrote several pages before my wrist began cramping, and I then wrote several more. I gave up a little later and set off to my room. I suddenly realized just how tired I was. As I was falling to my bed, my eye caught a tattered blue book on my bookshelf, and I willed myself to investigate. I had noticed the book before, surely, but something about it caught my attention more vigorously this time. It was a simple blue journal I began writing in around the eighth grade. It was a shambles due to spending the year in my bag, I suppose. I flipped through a couple of pages to find that... that was all there was! A couple of pages of writing followed by so many pages of blank space.
I suddenly felt... As if I needed to write again.
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My sleep schedule is fixed, I think. Resumed its natural course! I think it's made me a more upbeat person- ha ha! Exciting! Very much so!
Unfortunately, school has resumed its natural course as well. I'm doing well enough in every subject. On track to take advanced placement tests for college. Certainly exciting, yes yes yes! Everything's just puddles of joy right now (isn't it always?)! I have writing to do (other than in this!), so I'd better be jetting right about now. Certainly.
Certainly.
Writing to do. I wonder what I SHOULD be writing about for that creative writing assignment? I just glanced up at my last entry and thought of it again. I should pick that back up... but no! I have another essay to write right now. Write... right! Right. I'm genius. This essay's in the bag! Yes. I think so.
Meanwhile, socially, things are a little less bright. Of course, they're still bright. Sunshiny-bright. Just...less so. It's okay, though. Everything works out in the end. It always does.
Right?
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\_The ferret glanced up from the playbook to look at the wolf reciting his line. The wolf's hoary fur glistened like diamonds in the stage lightsâ€"he was sweating fiercely. Nerves, perhaps? The ferret thought that must be it. The wolf had such a beautiful voice... and such charisma! He just didn't have the courage to try out for these plays.
The ferret was glad that he did, though. The wolf recited the lines perfectly, with more emotion than half of the real drama aficionados of the school could ever hope to muster. The ferret was certainly glad he came... just not for the situation surrounding it. It must have been out of revenge. The wolf must be here to just make a better show of his anger toward the ferret; that must be it. He would never be here of his own volition.
It had been two weeks since the two had spoken to each other. It wasn't for lack of trying on the ferret's part, of course... only for lack of wanting on the part of the other.\_
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Finally finished this damned essay. Ah, it's already midnight? Gosh, I should stop waiting until the last moment. Oh, what happened to working on it in my LAST entry? I guess I got carried away with other matters. Sleeping, I think. I don't really know what happened. The last few days have been a blur. Still... thank God tomorrow's Friday!
He still hasn't spoken to me... He, who, you might ask. You might wonder. Well if you're reading this and you're not me, I haven't done a good job of keeping it secret, have I? I don't care to restate whom I'm talking about. I guess if one were to read back a few pages, one would realize quickly. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Anyway, I know to whom I'm referring.
He still hasn't spoken to me, I mentioned. Maybe I'm just paranoid. I wrote that already, didn't I? My handwriting is a little shaky, so I can't really tell. I really need to write on my computer more. Handwritten stuff may be more meaningful, but it certainly takes a toll on my wrist.
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Man, she already graded the essays! Ms. Beagle is incredible. The little old lizard really knows what she's doing. I don't just say that because she gave me an A, of course. She really is a very clever teacher. Lily Beagle... Maybe I should get her to apply for the Teacher of the Year thing. There's a cash bonus there that she certainly deserves. Especially after... I shouldn't write down her personal life here, huh? This is my book. I'd hate her to find out I was saying things that are potentially... libelous. Slanderous? Whatever the term is. I'm not looking it up.
Creative writing is due in less than a month now I think. Maybe a little over a month. I'll get back to work on that. In the meantime, there's a play I've auditioned for. Good news: I made it! Bad news: I didn't get the lead. Oh well. It was never my intent to devote my life to the performing arts!
Nobody else of note made the play. Nobody I care for, anyway. For some reason, I don't get along with much of the drama department...
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*The ferret recoiled a little as the wolf shot him a look with an intent just short of murderous. In reality, it was more of a neutral look, but the ferret felt the daggers. He was being overemotional... he knew! He didn't know how much longer he could work on this play with the wolf. Being around him but not being able to speak to him... It was murder.*
We locked eyes in class today. I expected to feel his hatred for me from across the room... I knew he blamed me. I know. I know he blames me. He must. But... there wasn't any hatred. Just a distant, miserable sort of warmth. It wasn't as warm as it used to be, but it was certainly warm. He didn't smile, though... he never smiles these days. It's only been a couple of weeks since then. Still, a look is progress. I can't bring myself to try to speak to him. How pathetic I must seem!
Oh well. I haven't heard ANY news from that family, though. The way he's been moping, I can't assume the best. The way that monstrous cat spoke of the accident, I can't assume the best, either. With that much assuming the worst, I can only...assume...the worst.
Right?
Maybe I'm wrong. I hope I'm wrong.
Not for HIS sake. For **his** sake. I know what I mean.
And..
And for my sake, too.
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\_The ferret looked pathetically into the eyes of his dying friend, shivering despite the great heat he felt. "I thought all for the best." He said, holding back sobs but expressing tears. He barely heard the wolf's words as he was lifted pitifully by their friend. He caught the important part.
"A plague on both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me!"
A plague on my house, thought the ferret. He was never more emotionally involved than at that moment. Both of them were, though for different reasons. The ferret's eyes watered more, involuntarily. He knew the wolf meant it.
As the wolf and his companion moved away to allow the canine form to pass away in peace, the ferret commented on all that had happened to himself and to the greater cause. He let his voice resound powerfully his words, "Thy beauty hath made me effeminate!"... but he did not mean Juliet. He only hoped his words were heard.\_
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I'm getting up the courage to go over there. Yet another week has passed since my last entry. I want to go over there. I don't want to go while he's there. I don't want him to know I've been there. He doesn't need to know that. He'd just hate me more. But I have to know what's happened. I have to know if what's in my mind has happened. I can't help but feel this is my fault... because I know he can't help but feel that.
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\_The ferret gave his bows alongside the rest of the group. The wolf was so close, but so distant. Distant not in a physical sense, of course. Distant in a far worse sense.
The ferret gathered his courage.
He rushed out into the parking lot after the wolf. He grabbed the canine arm tightly. The wolf pulled away. He looked the ferret over with a look of fear, then cool apathy. "Good performance, eh," He muttered, faking a smile, before walking away and climbing in his car. The ferret did not proceed. The exchange (or really receipt) of words told him all he needed to know.\_
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I've decided. I'll go to his mom's work tomorrow after school. He won't be there. I can trust her to keep my visit a secret. She'll understand. I hope she will. She probably will.
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I walked into her office mid-afternoon yesterday, Saturday. His mom's office, that is. Down at Key Realty. She smiled and jumped up, greeting me like a mother would her child and embracing me. It was all I could do not to collapse in her arms in sobs... she was being so kind. The older wolf beamed and motioned to the comfortable chair in the corner of the room that she saved for visitors rather than clients and took her place at her desk, shuffling some papers and finally questioning my presence.
I want to describe this woman before I go any further. I feel that emotionlessly describing this woman who is and has been so kind to me to be a crime, so I have to be thorough. She is not a faceless character in the story of my life.
She is a wolf. I said that already. She has the very sharp, keen face, the beautiful silver fur, and the beautiful tail that she lets hang neatly behind her. That is all that is wolf-like about her. I must say that she blends into human society better than most humans I know! Everything about her betrays her bestial maw. I always see her wearing a suit of some sort, usually red or black and always very flattering to her very feminine form. If not in a suit, she seems to have a soft spot for leather (wink!), I think, because she always wears a leather jacket. It's never a gaudy sort of jacket like some of these biker thug wolves like to wearâ€"on the contrary! It's always very business-like and on top of a white dressy sort of shirt. I've never caught her in a dress, but I've also never gone to church with her. There really is nothing bestial about her. She has a very nicely... developed pair of mammary glands on her chest (in the human sort of form, lucky animal! They're much more attractive than the mammalian traits I see some stuck with...), and even her face is less wolfish than it seems. She has these beautiful, chocolate-colored eyes that radiate warmth and a soothing voice to match. She's someone I could very easily fall in love with. It's no wonder I... well. You know.
Wow, I think I doubled the length of this journal with that description... she deserves it, though. She's wonderful. Where was I? I'll read up and find out.
Oh right. She asked me why I was there, though she was "very glad to see" me. I opened my mouth to respond, but I let out some kind of incredibly boorish squeak and quickly closed my mouth, my eyes watering slightly. She saw immediately through my trying to stay happy and trotted to her door, closing it. She dragged her chair to me and took my hand, trying to calm me but instead making me sob harder. She was being too nice.
She was such a clever wolf. She didn't guess what was wrong. She knew. She asked why I hadn't been at their house recently. She missed seeing me, she said. Were her son and I having a fight? She'd beat him up if he was being stupid.
Haven't had time, I said. We aren't fighting, I said. Why, I asked, has he said anything?
"No, he hasn't mentioned you at all, actually." She replied, putting a finger to her mouth pensively. That, to me, was worse than fighting, but I didn't say so.
I asked how her husband was faring. "Fine," she replied. He was still alive. He was getting better. She said I should go by and visit him. He always talked so highly of me and he'd love to see me.
He always talked so highly of me... Why does everything go wrong?
I couldn't tell her why I was really down. I just wanted to see how everyone was, and I had accomplished that. I pulled my phone from my jacket and claimed that I had to get home and help mom wrap presents.
"Please come visit," the wolf said softly as she led me out of the room, "I'm sure Alex would like it. I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm sure it's nothing that's worth ending a relationship over. You two are so close."
I smiled weakly and hugged her, telling her I would be sure to stop by. As I walked out of the building and gathered my coat more closely around me, as I got into my car, and as I drove past the busy wolf's window and gave her a half-hearted wave, one completely inconsequential word danced around my mind. Something she said but probably did not mean in the way that I meant it. An infinitesimal detail.
"Relationship."
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\_The ferret would not be deterred. His vigor was renewed. He tried again to talk with the wolf. He tried again and again. He sometimes even got a conversation out of the uninterested boy. It was never an actual conversation, of course. A "how's-the-weather?" and "fair to partly cloudy" sort of conversation, always. But it was progress.
The progress did not last long.
The ferret gathered his books as the last bell rang on a Friday afternoon. He was relieved that the day was finally over. He took off to the parking lot at a slow gallop, jumping in his car after throwing his bag into the trunk. He had a mission today. He wasn't going to let the wolf avoid the subject any longer. He drove to the wolf's house and waited outside for half an hour before the wolf finally arrived.
The wolf looked startled when he got out of his vehicle, but kept his cool, distant look as he approached the ferret. "What are you doing here?"
The ferret opened his mouth, but he may as well have stuck a paw in it instead of speaking.\_
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She was right. Alex's mom, I mean. This WAS nothing worth ending a relationship over. I went over to his house today. He was surprised to see me, but he let me into the house without a word. We just sat in silence for a while. I opened my mouth to speak a few times, but I closed it quickly. It was only weeks and weeks ago that we were in this very room doing this very thing. I couldn't go through that again.
"How's Dad?" I ventured. I usually referred to his parents in such a way. His mom found it endearing. I don't think his father ever commented.
"Better." He smiled weakly, looking up. It was good to hear his voice.
"That's good..." I tried to beam at him, but I think my nerves were showing pretty greatly. "And how are you?"
"Just getting what karma brought to me, I guess." He looked down again.
I was hoping to get a little farther into the conversation before talking about anything heavy. "Don't say that," I said, and before I knew what I was doing, I was on the couch next to him. "You have done nothing to warrant this, and none of this is your fault."
"I knew you'd say that," he said, his voice breaking a bit. He scooted as far away as the couch would allow. "Don't. I've tried telling myself that, too."
"It's the truth!"
"It's not. This isn't random. You can't believe that."
"I can't believe you're doing this to yourself!"
"I can't believe I've done it to myself, either." He looked up at me once more. This time, his face wasn't trying to fake a smile. He looked very somber. Very hateful. "I think you should go."
"Don't say that," I moved closer. "What happened to your father wasn't anyone's fault but the driver of the other car."
"There was no other car." He looked more seriously at me. "His brakes failed. That is not random. It was the same day as..." He looked down and repeated, "I think you should go."
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*The ferret stood in the florist's shop thinking to himself. It was a last-ditch romantic effort, buying flowers, but he was on the end of his rope. Desperate was he as he moved to the counter to ask the advice of the small old hare who owned the place. She recommended roses for matters of love. Very cliché. He liked it. He bought a dozen and a small, ornate glass vase. He smiled brightly as he left the shop. He knew this was his last attempt. He was perfectly happy with that. Why would he care what life he should miss without the one for whom his life was meant?*
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A week later, and he still hasn't shown up to school. Rumor started that he had the flu. I suppose that was better than the truth. We sat there talking for a while after my last entry. We didn't get anywhere. I left after his fifth suggestion. I could see that my being there was only hurting him. He probably hadn't voiced his concerns to anyone. Voicing them to me must have been so difficult. I can't believe I've been feeling sorry for myself all this time. I have to do something for him. I had to. That's why I took my next step: confronting his father.
I called his mother at her office to ask which hospital the big bad wolf was in. I went the same day. My stomach was in a knot as I walked down the hallway. I didn't feel any better when I walked into his room. His first words to me were "Nurse, God damn it, there you are. I've been yelling myself hoarse fâ€"oh." His eyes shone with recognition. "It's you."
He looked terrible. I felt more than a twinge of sympathy for the wolf. Both of his arms and one of his legs were in casts. He had a bandage over one of his eyes and around his head, and he had a neck brace unflatteringly sitting on his throat. Hadn't it been a few weeks now? Shouldn't he be better?
"Brian!" He laughed merrily, coughing a bit, "Good to see you, boy!" He was very happy for someone in his state, I remember thinking. "Should've known that fucking nurse wouldn't be coming in to check on me." I walked in.
"Hey, pops," I smiled. "If I knew you were still in this bad of a state, I would've brought flowers or something." I joked, walking further into the room.
"Hell, you know I'd just die quicker of those allergies," He chortled. "Gimme a hand here, will ya? The nurse turned off the television a year ago and I need to see the game. It's probably over by now."
I felt a sort of light pleasure as I helped the older wolf adjust his bed and fetched the remote for him. He could barely operate it with the state of his arms, so I controlled the television as well. All the while he chatted with me as if I were his own. I don't know why I disliked him so much. Well, I know why.
"So why haven't I seen you in a while, Brian?" He smiled toothily, glancing over at me sitting in a chair next to him. He managed to keep one eye on the television at all time. An enviable skill. "Alex's been in here every day. You'd think I'd see you in here with him once or twice. What's the matter, forget about your old man?"
I'd never heard him refer to himself as my "old man" before. Maybe the crash had knocked some sense out of him. Maybe he really thought I was his son. Hmm. Nah.
"Well," I replied, "We're sort of at odds right now."
"What about?" He sounded mildly concerned. "He hasn't mentioned anything to me."
"Ah, it's nothing important." I'm a terrible liar, so I tried to be believable with how I elaborated.
"And?"
"Relationship crap," I started, "He blames himself for some stuff that I'm trying to convince him isn't his fault."
"Yeah, well," his dad laughed, "You know how we get when we think with our dicks, eh? Can't think straight."
"Yeah, I guess." I smiled. I certainly hoped he wasn't thinking with THAT... if he were, he wouldn't be thinking the way he was. I sniffed the sterile air, rubbing at my nose.
"Well, he'll get over it. You're there to help him out, eh?" The wolf chortled, "And after aâ€"GOD DAMNIT!"
I jumped up, nearly knocking over the chair I was in. I thought for a brief second that he was going to fly into a bipolar rage and destroy me, but his anger was only directed toward the small television set. I glanced at it, and noticed that the team that the family of wolves often cheered on in football games was behind in points. The announcer was yelling into the microphone obnoxiously, his cheery voice commenting on the team's fumble. I wondered briefly how the announcers could stay so impartial. Must be something to do with the money.
"God damn that quarterback can't do anything right. If I had my way..." The wolf went into a speech that I had heard him give many times to his wife and youngest son while I was around. He went on to explain how his choice of quarterback for that team was the right choice, and he noted how if he were coaching it, things would be much different. Why, in his day...
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\_The ferret left the flower shop with a vase full of roses, a card full of love, and a mind full of hope. He entered his small car and started the engine, breathing in the smell of gasoline and old leather before he put the car in drive and took off out of the parking lot. He buckled the vase in to the passenger seat as he waited to pull on the main road. "Be safe," he whispered to it, "You're my trump card."
The old hare looked out the window, scratching lazily at her ear as she watched the ferret drive away. Her daughter approached unnoticed, coming with a freshly-cut batch of lavender from the garden. The smell caught the attention of the elder, who turned and smiled as the younger took a bit and hung it to dry, setting the rest on the counter haphazardly.\_
"Mama, who was that?" The young hare questioned while working.
"Just a young boy facing his first real rejection, I think, dear." The old hare frowned, taking a bit of the lavender to tie and hang. "I hope I'm wrong, though. He seemed like a nice boy."
"Me too, mama," the littler hare smiled naively. As she spoke, the head of one of the lavender blossoms fell to the desk from its hanging spot. The door to the small shop opened very suddenly, creating a draft that knocked the small blossom to the ground. The hares looked up, startled at the number of customers in the usually-empty shop, and the younger stepped on the unnoticed lavender flower while inquiring, "How can we help you?"
"Yellow roses. A dozen, please. In a nice vase."
The young hare smiled and nodded to the gray customer, turning quickly away to the greenhouse to fulfill his request. The elder looked at the new customer up and down, and after a moment, she spoke shortly:
"I think red would more suit your wants."
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I apologize to myself and this journal for cutting off my last entry. Dinner time comes around more and more quickly these days. Maybe writing just takes up so much time that I don't notice. Oh well.
There isn't much more to tell about my visit to the old wolf. We sat, watching sports and talking idly, until the nurse finally arrived with a meal and a message. After being berated for her absence by the wolf, she made a fair excuse for her absence and said, "Your son called to tell you he'll be here within the hour. He's bringing the magazine you wanted, he said."
"Great!" shouted the old wolf.
I gulped softly, standing from my seat and announcing, "I just noticed what time it is. I need to get going."
The wolf looked truly sorry to hear the news of my departure, and said between bites of his meal (and complaints about the same), "Are you sure you can't stay? We could have a relationship intervention. That'd sure brighten the day!"
"No," I tried to laugh, but let out a cough instead. "No, thank you. I'd rather you not mention it, actually. I'm sure he doesn't want anyone knowing."
"Ah, I see," winked the grinning wolf, "The secret's safe with me."
With that, I bid him and the nurse (for whom I suddenly felt very sorry) goodbye, and left to the melody of a song that I like to call "What's This Stuff, Some Kind of Shit Casserole!" I worried about meeting Alex in the parking lot, but I was fortunate enough to make it to my car without any confrontations. I drove home rather quickly, but my heart felt a little lighter after that conversation. I suppose Alex didn't tell his father about anything of real importance to me. I didn't really assume he had, I guess. I wouldn't have gone if I really thought there would be a confrontation.
On the way out of the parking lot, I thought I saw Alex in a little car I didn't recognize, being driven by a young, pretty leopard that I knew from calculus class. They weren't very close, so I assume I was mistaken. Nonetheless, my heart sort of dropped when I saw them together. Er, thought I saw them together. Whatever I did.
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\_The ferret knocked on the big wooden door, his heart fluttering in his chest. The older female wolf answered, smiling her pleasant smile. She ushered him inside kindly, commenting on the vase of roses that he carried. "Delivery," he said simply, grinning. She nodded and walked to the kitchen as the ferret climbed the stairs in the living room. At the top he took a left; he knew this path well. The door to the wolf's room was closed.
He knocked.
He waited.
The wolf opened the door violently, expecting his mother or other relative to be hassling him. Instead, the ferret smiled happily at him. The wolf blushed, but he politely invited the other into his room. The ferret declined, instead handing him the vase of roses and the card. "For you," he breathed, brushing the wolf's hand as he let go of the vase. The wolf seemed confused.\_
He shut the door in the ferret's face.
The ferret was not surprised, however. He had expected such a reception. He turned away, crestfallen, and silently exited the house. He climbed into his car, not bothering with the seatbelt and only barely remembering his headlights as he drove away. He had tried. That was the important thing.
Meanwhile, the female wolf knocked at her son's door, inquiring, "Who were the roses from, Romeo?"
The wolf was only inches away, sitting with his back against the door on the other side, holding the vase of roses between his legs and gazing at them introspectively.
"Someone special, Mom."
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It's always good when a story has a happy ending, I think. Of course, sometimes a sad ending is really the way to go. Turned in my creative writing project today. It took a long time to decide how to end it. Of course, it was good that I did finally end it; it was about 12 pages too long for the assignment. I don't think my teacher will mind.
I'm going to drop off a gift at Alex's house today. Something that I hope will brighten his mood some. I have realized something in the past days. At first, I was sitting moodily and reflecting on this situation. I was thinking only of myself. Then I started thinking about him. Or so I thought. I was really still thinking of myself. This will not be my only love. This will not be my only boyfriend. I guess I could go back to girls if I wanted. I know there are a few in the school who would love to date me.
It's just... I guess it's cliché. But. First love really does seem like the only love.
But. As I said. I have realized something. I realize that I do love him. That doesn't mean I need to think of myself. I want him to be happy. I want him to be happy with who he is and what he does, and I want him to be loved and appreciated by his family. I want him to feel normal. That's what he wants. That's what I want.
If he is happier without me... if he is really happier... if he's GOING to be happier...
I have to let that happen, don't I?
Again, as I said, I'm giving him a gift. It's nothing much. I don't know that I want to write down what it was. I am a ferret of clichés, I suppose... I have to learn to avoid them like the plague (ha ha!). *C'est la vie. Que sera sera.*
I really hope he's happier with me than without though.
I guess I can't stop being selfish, after all. If he rejects me... I don't know what I'll do.
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*The road to the ferret's home was a long and winding one. As unhappy as he was, the ferret was trying not to speed. There was always a hidden police car around here somewhere. He didn't need to be heartbroken AND ticketed. He checked the speedometer again, then kept his eyes focused on the road. A figure stepped out into the road in front of him.*
He swerved.
The figure did not move, and the car easily drifted around it. The ferret looked in his rearview mirror and just barely made out the shape of a deer before his lights no longer illuminated it. He was lucky, and the deer was lucky.
But he didn't feel lucky.
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I am in the throes of depression once more, my dear book. I don't want to go into what happened. Let us just say that school and life are not longer going quite as well. Life, especially. Also, I'm running out of room. In case you can't feel it, your yellowing pages are left with few blank now. I think I count six from here. Eleven if I use front and back and save the last page for a doodle. I think the next entry will be my last. I think I write too big for my own good. Maybe I live too big for my own good too. Understand? I don't, either. I'm just not feeling artsy-fartsy today. No pleasant metaphors to speak of. And few clichés.
I have a drive to begin. I pulled over so I could write, but now I'm all written out. It's too dark to write, anyway. This car doesn't have very good lighting. I'll write that last entry when I get home maybe. Or tomorrow... there's always tomorrow.
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\_"Damn," he muttered, looking at the glaring lights in his mirror. The ferret looked down at his speedometer. 55 miles per hour. The speed limit here was 60... why was the cop unhappy with him? He must have seen the lack of seat belt. He reached for his seat belt, in the off chance that the officer did not notice. Maybe a tail light was out. Maybe...
He looked up and only had a moment to recognize the bend in the road he was missing and the telephone pole that he was not. The ferret slammed on the brakes futilely.
The next second was actually a large series of events. The first tenth of a second found the grill and front bumper of his tiny Honda collapsing, accompanied by a loud crash. The second tenth of a second brought the crumpling hood back to the windshield as the rear wheels, still spinning, lifted from the ground. Simultaneously, the fenders began wrapping themselves around the pole. Although the frame of the car was indeed halted at this point, the rest of the car is still traveling at its previous speed. Instinctually, the ferret stiffens his legs, and they snap at the knee joint.\_
During the third tenth of a second, the steering wheel began to disintegrate and the steering column began its journey toward the ferret's chest. The fourth tenth of a second found the car's front two feet destroyed while the rear end is still moving. The ferret's body was still moving at 55 miles per hour. In the fifth tenth of a second, the ferret was impaled on the steering column, and blood rushed into his lungs.
The sixth tenth of a second consisted of a cacophony of screeching metal and shattering glass. The brake pedal broke off, the car frame buckled in the middle, and the ferret's head smashed into the windshield. The rear wheels, still spinning, fall back to earth. In the seventh tenth of a second, the doors flew open and the seats broke free, striking the ferret from behind.
The seats striking from behind did not matter. The last three tenths of that second meant nothing to the ferret. He never heard the police officer running forward, radioing for an ambulance. He never again witnessed the wolf playing football or even shooting him an icy glare. He did not notice the ornate vase falling from its special place on the wolf's bedroom shelf, nor did he see the wolf later pass the wreckage on his way to deliver a vase of red roses that he had bought earlier that day. That next hour found much activity on that road, but...
The first seven tenths of that second found the ferret dead.
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In the spirit of writing, I think I'm going to get another journal to replace this one. I will miss your yellowing pages and friendly binding, dear one. I am much saddened by your passing.
In the same spirit, I got a 100 percent on my creative writing. As a bonus, I got an invitation to the school psychiatrist's office. How funny. I was just going to see her on my own. I wonder what she wants of me?
Thank you for listening to my little story. I know I'm not the clearest author sometimes, but I hope that you, my journal, had no problem understanding me. I assure you that you are the only one that matters in this. You are the only one who will ever see these words. I am hiding this journal in a box and never showing it to anyone. Maybe I will find it someday and share it with someone, actually.
Who knows? Life brings many little surprises, doesn't it? And life is for the living. I should go out and live mine.
Thanks sincerely, Your friend forever, B.
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Addendum and Epilogue:
I guess this last page isn't for doodling after all. I think I have a suitable epilogue to this book. I hope that you, my journal who is so emotionally invested in me, can appreciate it. And I hope that you will still keep my secrets for many years to come. And I hope... well. I hope a lot of things. I digress! I get off subject. Sorry. I just keep drawing this out. Every word with my pen probably drives you more crazy, my little book. I'll keep this brief. I think I can sum up my epilogue in one sentence. Four words. Twelve letters. Five vowels and seven consonants. Oh shit, I'm out of room. I'll fit it in:
He took me back.
*Author: I hope you've all enjoyed this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I'll leave a lot of the details of this chapter to you to sort out and discuss. I hope I've written something worth a little discussion. I tried very hard to. I've never written a story in first person or in journal perspective before. I think it was a fun challenge for me. If there's anything I can improve on for you all or any suggestions you can make toward the continuation of the story, I'd love to hear them. I decided not to end this one with a cliffhanger, because although I do intend to add a finishing chapter (or two), I want it to have some sort of miniature conclusion. Lest I die before I finish. Or lest I don't finish. School work keeps me busy.*
Also one mistake I assume is happening but I cannot find for myself is timeline errors. If any of you spot some, leave a message. I will love you forever and rectify them.
Peace and love, everyone. Criticize away. And let's talk sometime. I have too few friends. You can send me an e-mail for messenger information or something. I'll stop rambling now. I have far too much in common with all of my characters, you notice.
Citation: Information about what happens in a car crash was yanked from a pamphlet I received on campus. A lot of what was there was definitely detail I added, but the basis was this pamphlet. I have since lost the pamphlet, however... If I find it, I'll update this to be a proper citation. No plagiarism, folks.
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What to Expect When it's Unexpected by chickenboy
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A non-tf story, astounding right? Anyway, got inspired to do this and wrote it quickly while on this strange tangent. But I am rather pleased with the results. This story contains some medical details, and I hope no one is too offended by that, but I do think the particulars aren't too bad. Anyway,
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[
"Avian",
"Birth",
"Egg",
"Eggplay",
"Impregnation",
"Insertion",
"M/F",
"Pregnancy",
"Swan",
"goose",
"permanent",
"strange"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464751-what-to-expect-when-it-s-unexpected
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What to Expect When it's Unexpected
by Chickenboy
It was late that night in mid-May, and there was a great deal of commotion around the park's lake. It wasn't just from the boisterous, intoxicated group of college students making their way through the darkened groves, wandering aimlessly after the party had ended. Noise also came suddenly from the two birds now wildly angered, and attempting to chase the intruding thieves in the dark. Ducking this way and that, narrowly avoiding trees and shrubs, the group stopped running , having lost the two swans some ways back.
"Whew," said one girl in a mix of laughter and relief, "that's done. You got it, right?"
"Sure did!" exclaimed a young man, holding up an oval shaped object, white colored that glinted in the faint moonlight. "But you don't dare for that kind of shit ever again."
"You baby," the girl said as the others chuckled. "It was just a couple overgrown ducks."
"Fine then, \*hiccup\*, you do it next time."
"Oh shut up you two," a second girl said. "You just are doing this crap 'cause you broke up last month?"
"Says the girl without a boyfriend who banged half the water polo team," another man said as he leaned against a tree.
"Stop trying to impress him!" another voice called. "You know you just want to fuck him."
"Oh what the fuck ever!" the second girl exclaimed, knowing all too well the rumors about her. "Screw this. Who's turn is it?"
"Brian got the egg, so he gets to ask" someone in the crowd said.
"Alright I, \*hiccup\*, pick Stacy," the inebriated man with the swan egg said. The girl who had just yelled out rolled her eyes in frustration.
"Yeah," someone from the crowd jeered.
"Make her do something nasty!" someone else shouted.
"Yeah," Brian snorted in bemused agreement. "I'm, n-not sure what we should make her do."
"She might pick truth, not dare," the first girl pointed out.
"Oh, she-she'll do dare, alright," the drunk man by the tree put in. "B-because she's nasty like that."
"Come on, show us some tricks!" another random shout came.
Fed up with the calls and taunts, Stacy grabbed the object out of Brian's hand.
"You want to see something nasty!?" she yelled angrily. When the shouts of encouragement roared through the air, Stacy undid her pants and pulled her panties aside. Everyone watched aghast as the young woman, with a huff of pleasure, brought the egg to her crotch and gently inserted one end into her folds. Eyes went wide, those that weren't so drunk as to believe what they were seeing, as in a few seconds the ovoid was pushed inside the woman's body. Stacy shuddered, feeling the large, round object slide into her passage, each movement of her body making it slip up or down, sending odd but pleasant sensations through her body. Removing her hands from her crotch, she stood there with a look rather between smugness and contempt directed at those around her. "Nasty enough for ya?"
A murmur and a couple lone cheers rose up from the crowd. But they had not long to think on what had happened. Just as Stacy was about to push the thing out of her, a couple flashlights appeared from the bushes, followed by loud whistles.
"Cops!" someone shouted, and the group suddenly splintered and ran in all directions. Stacy barely could get her pants buttoned before taking off through the darkness, a couple people running besides her. In her intoxicated state, Stacy all but forgot the object still tucked inside her cunny, only feeling intense pleasure as her inner walls clenched and slid around it while she ran. In the gloom, Stacy did not see the root protruding from the ground, her foot catching on it and sending her tumbling forward. As she landed flat on her stomach, she yelped as a strange, pinching feeling from inside caught her attention, almost like a popping sensation. Another yell from the pursuing police soon had her on her feet and sprinting onwards, forgetting such things.
Soon she was out of breath, collapsing in a stand of trees near the edge of the park. Looking back, she saw nothing through the dark, and figured she'd lost the police. She was startled as, a split second later, another form ran quickly into the sheltered glen, panting for breath as well. Looking down, she recognized Brian hunched over as he also checked for pursuers. As she looked at him, a rather handsome young man, she couldn't help but feel attracted and turned on. The liquor, excitement of the chase and the lingering pleasure she felt from her sensitive inner walls made her mind want only one thing at that moment.
"I think they're go-" Brian tried to say, only to be cut off by Stacy planting a kiss on his lips.
"Yeah," was all she said.
"The hell is going-" he tried saying.
"Oh shut up," Stacy said, kissing him again as she fumbled with his belt.
At first trying to resist, Brian was in a similar mental state and soon gave in. The two, overcome by their inebriations, spent the night in the grove, sharing the quick but intimate moment, then passing out on the cool grass once sated. The next morning, they woke up in the awkward place, their clothes disarrayed but showing clear signs of what had transpired. Both had almost no recollection of the previous evening, and as it turned out so did nearly all the others who were in the company. Hung over, and thoroughly embarrassed, both briefly talked about what had happened, remembering only enough to know they had acted the fools. With no other words needed, they dressed as much they could, and simply walked away.
The short remainder of the term ended, spring turning to summer. Stacy was eager to take the time off, especially as she hadn't been feeling well for a few weeks. As time ticked by, though, the young woman began to notice odd signs. She had begun to gain weight, having acquired a bit of a tummy already. People had commentated she had been slightly moodier than usual. Stacy at first dreaded what it might mean, suspecting what it was at a subconscious level. She waited another few weeks, knowing she had already missed one period and hoping the next one would show. When it didn't however, Stacy bolted to the drug store and purchased the best pregnancy test she could find.
Back at her apartment, she sat on the edge of the bath tub, waiting anxiously for the time to elapse and the results to be shown. She wondered what she would do if it turned out to be positive, what it would mean for her studies, what her family would think, if she was ready to be a parent. Stacy knew already, if she was indeed pregnant, that Brian would in all likelihood be the father. But as soon as the term had ended, the young man had dropped out of college and, to the best of her knowledge, enlisted in the army and was now deployed somewhere overseas. She wondered what he would think, or if he'd be willing to help with an unplanned pregnancy and child.
The beep on her watch went off, signaling the time was done on the test. Taking a breath, she reached over and checked the indicator on the stick, double checking the box to be sure. She sighed heavily as she read the result again, seeing the mark for positive.
Over the first part of the summer Stacy could do nothing but sit on the couch and ponder her situation. She had already visited a doctor as soon as she had taken the test, and she had no idea that such a visit would be so difficult for her.
"Well, from what I'm seeing," the doctor had said, "you're doing very well, and I see no signs of any problems for the baby. Though I would have recommended you to have come and seen me earlier."
"That would have been, uh, hard for me," she replied.
"How so?"
"This was, well, not exactly, planned, per say," Stacy answered reluctantly.
"Oh, I see," The doctor said in compassionate understanding. "Does the father know?"
She shook her head.
"I, um..." Stacy stammered, "I don't even know what I'm going to do."
The doctor nodded solemnly, but with the practice of doing such things many times, he began to ramble into the speech he gave to all hesitant potential mothers.
"Just know that you're not alone in any of this," he said. "There's plenty of help out there if you need it, whether you decide to keep the baby or not."
"No, no I didn't-" she started in shock. Stacy was rather on the fence about abortion, but never thought she would be in a situation where she'd have to decide.
"I don't necessarily mean that," the doctor replied. "There are people who can help if you decide to keep it. Or, of course, there's the option of putting it up for adoption. But don't feel like you have to decide today, you've got time to think it over, for whatever recourse you wish to take."
Stacy only nodded, not feeling like answering.
"I'll have the nurse give you some of the information on these options, and on the things you need to do to keep healthy now. Feel free to come back anytime you think there's a problem, and for standard check-ups."
Stacy had left the doctor's office overwhelmed by emotions. Fear, apprehension, anger and to some extent, shame, all boiled up inside of her. As the days passed, though, she was able to calm down and think on it more rationally. As days turned to weeks, Stacy had contemplated her situation, consulted her friends, the doctor and family, and made up her mind on the course of action to take. She knew she had not the resources to care for a child the way it should be, but she still wanted to let the baby come into the world. After careful consideration, she resolved that as soon as the baby was born, it would be placed up for adoption, so it would have a better home than she could hope to provide.
The end of summer drew to a close and the semester started again. She was actually glad most of her friends, a year ahead of her, had graduated in the spring. She already got enough stares from other classmates and did not want to endure questions from them. She resolved not to tell Brian, knowing that he too could not properly provide for the infant, and not wanting to pressure him when he was already stationed in who knows where.
Stacy had actually begun to change her perspective on the situation, refusing to feel sorry for herself or sink into depression. She was optimistic the child would be placed with a good adopted family, and this experience would give her the insight on what pregnancy was like, so when she was ready for a family of her own she would be ready. Most of her time was spent writing her thesis, so it was an easy enough work load. She was as nervous as anyone could be, made worse by her raging hormones, but Stacy worked all the more diligently to make sure her life did not take a down swing.
Early on in the fall term, though, she made a decision that her doctor did not fully support. Encouraged by an acquaintance, who had a similar experience, Stacy opted for a more natural pregnancy and eventual birth, not relying on hi-tech or invasive procedures to check the health of the fetus. Her doctor didn't have much to complain about initially, as her routines had her cut all junk food out, eating much better and exercising regularly in the gentle ways other pregnant women do so as to not put unnecessary strain on the baby's development. And already having given up drinking for the time of her pregnancy, Stacy also decided to give it up altogether, remembering times she had gotten into serious trouble, or woken up in unfamiliar places after a night of overindulgence.
In truth, some of the only things he did hate were when she opted out for what, to him, seemed like regular and simple procedures like sonograms, and having him do only simple tests with his basic instruments. He made his objections plain, but Stacy stood firm and resolute on the matter. As weeks passed, though, no adverse signs appeared and she seemed like a perfectly healthy woman with child.
As fall began in earnest, her figure had by now filled out. Her healthier diet and regular exercise had done wonders to keep most of her shape in check. She had the prominent belly, but aside from that she still had her curves, sinewy arms and strong legs. More than once she was stopped by another woman on the streets, pregnant or with kids in tow, asking her about when she was due, if she knew what gender it was, and complimenting her on how amazing she looked, joking that they wished they had her body when they were pregnant. Stacy took it all in good stride, but couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride every time that happened.
The holidays came, and Stacy almost dreaded returning to see her family. She had to endure the ordeal of having her mother and father lay out what their thoughts on the situation was, feeling almost like a child being scolded. But it turned out to be far less severe than she thought, though no one could have missed the slight hints of frustration in their voices. While relations with them had definitely been strained, they also assured her that they believed her decision of adoption was for the best, and they would support her in whatever way they could until that day came. After the happy, if awkward, holiday season passed, Stacy returned to school as she entered her third trimester.
She spent the weeks in January getting in touch with a few adoption agencies, choosing to remain anonymous but getting assurances that the family lined up to get the child was indeed eager for a baby and could provide a future for it. Time continued to pass, and so far all through her pregnancy Stacy had remained healthy and active, with no adverse or odd signs that something might be wrong.
As she passed the seven and a half month mark, Stacy felt the need to eat more, not to any extreme proportions, but enough to be noticeable. She had expected that she would be very hungry quite often, but it seemed to her this was odd. A call to her doctor and the health consultant both told her it was typical to have increased appetites and strange cravings, so she put it out of her mind. As time dragged on, though, she couldn't help but notice her gaining weight at an ever faster rate.
During that same time as well, the baby, which had often made itself known as it kicked and moved within her, seemed to do so more frequently and with greater and greater force and effort. On more than one occasion she had actually seen her belly bulge and contract prominently as the life within pressed hard against her uterine walls. The entire scenario seemed to be changing ever more quickly, with each day bringing increased vigor from her baby and an ever growing appetite. Despite all reassurances, she couldn't help but feel something was not quite right with her pregnancy.
The eighth month passed with much the same, her belly now looking extremely pregnant, as if she were fully due and then some. By the first days of her ninth month, however, Stacy knew something was wrong. It started soon after her rapid weight gain, with some minor difficulty breathing. It felt like there was a constant weight on her chest that, over the next few days, had grown until she felt out of breath after only minor activity. By the time she had called her friend and the consultant, she felt like she could not catch her breath even while sitting down. When they found her, even they were all for taking her to the hospital.
Stacy lay propped up on the couch, her belly swollen and body drenched in sweat. She was breathing heavily and her complexion was a bit pale. She had eaten hardily and had drunk plenty of fluids, but nothing seemed to give her enough energy any longer. The consultant, a private practice doctor, thought it might be some kind of illness that had hit in her fragile state. At eight and a half months, they felt confident that, if needed, the baby would be fine outside the womb, especially if it turned out they needed to get it out right away to keep Stacy from harm.
After loading her gravid form into the car and checking her into the hospital, the doctor went to see to getting some initial tests run. The preliminary examination the on call doctor had given was that her body seemed starved for nutrients and oxygen, the baby taking perhaps more than was needed. He recommended delivery as soon as possible, to which Stacy agreed to after a brief period of thought. Leaving her to get everything ready, Stacy lay in the hospital bed alone in her room and trying to sleep, awaiting the doctor's return or a nurse to take her down for one thing or another. She felt exhausted, and was about to nod off when a sudden, cramping pain rippled through her.
Stacy yelped as another hit a few moments later, followed quickly by more. All the while, she could feel the baby kicking and squirming with vigor like she had never felt, as if trying to break out of her. As another contraction hit, a gush of fluids soaked the bed. Stacy cried out, wondering where the hospital staff were, but paralyzed and unable to reach for the button to call the nurse. The labor pains came in rapid succession, and she knew something was amiss and very wrong. She felt a pressure building inside, like the being within was trying to force its way down and out of her womb. As another contraction rippled across her body, Stacy felt her cervix dilate and something slip into her birth canal.
Whatever it was seemed to be pushing out on its own accord, but also seemed to be moving rather quickly with each contraction. It still took several minutes, but she soon felt her walls stretched around the mass inside as it was nearly at her opening. It felt strange, and Stacy was certain that giving birth shouldn't feel the way she was feeling. There was pain and great discomfort to be sure, but it felt as if her insides were being pushed and prodded, as if dragged around by the mere effort of the birth. Also the emerging mass didn't feel large and shapely, but rather elongate, as if snaking its way out of her. She couldn't think too much of it, however, and just focused on pushing.
She pushed hard, feeling the first hints of it emerging. She relaxed, leaning back to catch her breath, preparing for the last great effort. With a series of guttural groans she bore down, willing her internal muscles to work and push the baby out. The mass within began to move, rather quickly, and Stacy could only clench her eyes and gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt something slipping easily out of her, inch by inch by inch as if it were several feet long. But rather suddenly, it stopped its emergence. She could feel the large mass still inside her, but it felt as if it had lodged itself in and could not budge another inch, and trying harder only induced jolts of pain. Still, she could feel herself stretched around the foreign mass, as if it were only part way out. Her pain died away slowly, and she was left feeling rather comfortable, and enjoying the feeling. She sat back with her eyes shut, waiting for the next contraction, but it never came, as if her labor was done but left the baby still mostly inside her.
As her breathing slowed and quieted, Stacy became aware of the gasping hiss of another's breath, and then was startled as she felt the mass protruding from her vagina twitch and move on its own. Her eyes bolted open, afraid if the baby was alright, but she was struck dumb at what she saw. Emerging from her body was a long, white, feather covered neck, crowned with a rounded, bill-adorned face, the entirety of it still slick with fluids. It turned, the motions sending shivers of pleasure through Stacy's body, and stared up at her with ink black eyes. It was no illusion, what stuck out from her opening was the head of a swan. Stacy felt light headed, the world around her spinning and going dark as she fainted in shock.
The next few days saw a flurry of activity, tests and examinations the likes of which no one at the hospital had ever seen. The nurse who first walked in took one look at the avian head that stared at her, protruding nearly two feet out of the girl's nether lips, and had screamed bloody murder running down the halls. Many other nurses and doctors nearly did the same. By the time Stacy awoke, she hoped it had all been a bad dream, and nearly fainted again when she saw that it wasn't. She tried to keep calm, but the sight and sensation of such a thing nearly drove her mad. Eventually with some persuasion, and mild dose of sedatives, she had calmed down enough to let the doctors examine her.
She answered their questions as they poked and prodded not only the head and her vaginal lips, but her still very gravid-looking belly. One thing they all noticed was that she felt and looked much better than before, being able to breath easily again. When they brought in her lunch, she ate it hungrily as if she'd fasted for days. But they all halted in mid-sentence and mid-chew as without warning, the swan head pivoted around and snagged a piece of bread, quickly devouring it. Doing their best to conduct the basic physical, and finding nothing overtly wrong with her health aside from the conspicuous swan itself, they quickly wheeled her down for an x-ray and MRI.
The doctors had trouble getting not only Stacy to hold still, but the animal as well. It showed no interest in remaining in one position, especially inside the machine, and each time it moved it sent shivers of pleasure through Stacy as her walls were stimulated. A nurse had cleverly suggested anesthetizing the animal, and a quick call to the local veterinarian gave them the right dose to put it to sleep while the images were shot. When the results came back, no one could believe what they were looking at.
The pictures showed the skeletal structure and outlines of soft tissue one would expect on any woman. Her womb, however, appeared completely full and stretched, containing within it the body of what appeared to be a full adult swan, its long, tapering neck pushing past the cervix, then down and out of her vagina to emerge into the open air.
"I've never seen anything like it," the doctor proclaimed as he looked at the images. Aside from himself, there was only one nurse and Stacy in the room, as they were trying to limit the frenzy that had sprung up around her.
The nurse who was with him looked on in equal shock, turning her gaze back and forth from the x-ray and the woman sitting on the bed, the avian head poking up from under the sheets she had covered herself with. Stacy lay there gently stroking the head, something that oddly enough had calmed it after it awoke startled from the anesthesia. It now was quiet, but darted its gaze this way and that. Stacy, meanwhile, had the look of shock and bewilderment she had had since awakening after her labor.
After the strenuous process was done, Stacy was very eager for answers and to be done with the gossip and circus spectacle nature that hung in the air. To Stacy's further embarrassment, already one girl from the eventful night had shown up, recalling how Stacy accepted the dare and had shoved the egg into her body in the first place. The doctors surmised that, with it likely not coming out, some fluke of nature had let it not only slip into her womb, but that she was at the right time when her body was fully ready to be fertilized and bear young, so as to let the egg survive and grow inside. The months the egg, then the chick and finally the adult pen, for it turned out to be a female bird, had spent within its human host, no one had suspected a thing as there were few apparent problems, and Stacy had not undergone any more thorough examinations.
"I'm amazed the labor ended of its own accord," he continued, setting the picture aside. "Not that it would have done much good had it gone on anyway."
"What do you mean, doctor?" the nurse asked, seeing Stacy still too shocked to form a question.
"The animal inside is too big to fit out of her vaginal tract," he answered. "In fact, it seems her pelvic bone has made it lodge itself this way, and the head is the only part small and slender enough to have emerged. And it seems fortunate it happened that way."
"Fortunate!?" Stacy exclaimed.
"It may not seem so now," the doctor continued, "but beyond the fact you gestated a swan to its full growth, if it had been able to slip out, it likely would have torn the flesh in your birth canal so bad you might have bled to death, especially with how fast it happened. Now it seems that with the head out, your muscles have closed around its lower neck to seal off your womb."
"But what about her other symptoms beforehand?" said the nurse. "She was suffering oxygen and nutrient depravation throughout her body."
"Well the nutrient one we can remedy in time," he began. "The oxygen problem was by far the most serious as it seemed your body simply could not take in enough to supply itself. I think having such a large creature inside her, taking up so much oxygen from her blood was a major factor. But now that its head is out, and it's breathing for itself the demand on her lungs is dimished. In fact, from what we've seen, your body is rather accepting of this new passenger."
"H-how so?" Stacy asked shakily.
"All our tests show the animal is healthy, and that you are on the mend as well," he began. "But it seems you two have a rather unique arrangement, and are actually in a kind of symbiosis."
Stacy looked confused.
"Basically," the doctor went on, "you both are living off one another. What we saw from the endoscope is that the bird is still attached to you via an umbilical cord. And also your placenta shows no signs of degeneration. Quite the contrary, in fact, as we found many rather substantial blood vessels flowing into it. And just as you gave the bird sustenance during its gestation and growth, it now seems it is returning the favor."
"What does that mean, exactly?" the confused woman asked a bit agitated.
"From what we can tell, the whole animal is acting like another set of organs for you. As soon as it was able to draw breath, your body ceased being starved of oxygen and we saw a drastic shift and increase in your metabolism. If anything I'd say with the second heart and set of lungs, you're using oxygen far more fully, and your body is recovering much faster than anticipated. We also think this would work for your nutrient deficiency as well, as it seems your swan has a full gastrointestinal tract. The only difference I see is that, with it attached to you by the umbilical, nutrients it consumes are shared with you, and your regular liver and kidneys do the job of treating all the blood in both your systems. That could mean no more drinking indefinitely, of course. But more than that, it seems you have a metabolic rate far more efficient than any I've seen. You seem to eat less than is usual, yet your nutrient levels are on the rise. It seems with two systems to extract nutrients from the blood and make use of them, your body is operating at a whole new level."
"Forgive me if I withhold my enthusiasm," Stacy said sarcastically.
It had been a little over two years since Stacy had 'given birth', and she had since come to terms with it. The media craze had hung around for weeks, some for a few months, and she still got the occasional reporter following her around, and people snapping pictures wherever she went. She was rather hard to miss, bearing such a prominent sign of who she was and what had happened. Everywhere she went the swan's head protruded from her crotch, like a flag or banner heralding her presence.
The doctors said they were unable to remove the animal, as the major blood vessels attaching it to her were too big and would likely make her bleed out with any attempt to sever them. While still in the hospital, Stacy had found she could still walk easily enough, but that whenever she did the neck would tickle her inner walls, sending constant shivers of pleasure through her. While on her feet, the swan would angle its neck upwards, so it stayed rather vertical with the head roughly level with her belly button. She had been forced to buy men's pants and underwear, letting the head slip through the front holes so it wasn't crammed down her pants all day, making it that much more visible, like a large, ivory colored penis with a beak, but providing enough comfort for both of them. The swan, for her part, caught on rather quick and would deftly insert her head through the clothes when they got dressed in the morning.
Stacy and Cygna, the name she eventually gave to the bird, soon settled into a routine. The animal caught on quick, learning not only how to cooperate in dressing, but other useful traits like when to remain still and quiet, especially in class, and to Stacy's surprise, even how to pick up objects with her beak and hand them over, like pencils or small books. She was even more surprised, albeit very happy with the results, when a man had begun following her, badgering her for pictures of the 'freak', almost going so far as to accost her physically. But as Stacy confronted him, and he succeeded in seriously agitating her, Cygna had taken a few cheap shots with bites to his hands and a hard peck to his junk. With a loud hiss he had run off, and Stacy had yet to see him since. She had petted and praised her swan adamantly the night after it happened, and admitted she actually began to feel a more complete emotional attachment.
Over the months that followed, Stacy discovered other positive effects resulting from her odd circumstances. What the doctor had said about increased and more efficient metabolism held true, and her exercises were soon not enough for her. She found that, with the ability to process more oxygen, she could run faster and longer, impressive considering her gravid appearance, and lift more weight than before. Soon, with diligent work outs, she looked more toned than at any time before, aside from the ever present, pregnant stomach she would seemingly possess for the rest of her life. But even that bothered her less and less, as she had grown accustomed to the contented weight, the feeling of her hands massaging the swollen tummy, and the constant presence of what was, in essence, still her child. By the time she had grown accustomed to the stares and occasional media, she could scarcely imagine being without the soft, elegant, lovely creature that was now very much a part of her.
It had been a hard couple of years, no mistake, and Stacy had to learn to grow accustomed to many new things. After a time, though, she had come to grips with it, going on to finish college and begin her job as an historian. She liked the quiet life, especially now that it provided her an escape from prying eyes and cameras. She worked in her office, the research library and from home, and still had her friends who, despite being weirded out to exponential degrees at first, had gradually come to accept and help her whenever they could.
Stacy was busy one day sorting various files when a message was delivered. It was from a Dr. Branson with the university medical institute. It apologized to Stacy profusely for the inconvenience and for asking her for a favor, but the doctor had studied her case and was writing a paper about it. She wanted Stacy to help lend first-hand accounts, release some of the medical records from the initial examinations, and consent to an interview and evaluation by Dr. Branson as well. Stacy at first was going to just turn it down, but the offer near then end of the letter for $50,000 caught her attention. Stacy figured if an interview and a basic check-up netted her almost a year's salary, then it couldn't hurt considering all the previous ones she endured.
Stacy showed up to the medical clinic bright and early, ignoring the glances and stares as she was lead to the doctor's office. Being let in, she saw a woman perhaps in her mid-thirties sitting behind a desk who introduced herself as Dr. Kayla Branson and beckoned her to sit. She did so and shook the other woman's hand, all the while the doctor did not rise. The doctor took a few moments looking over the desk at the other woman's body shape and especially her crotch and the head staring back. Stacy noticed, though, that Dr. Branson's stare was not shock or disgust or sick curiosity, but admiration and wonder.
"Oh, forgive me for staring," she said.
"That's alright," Stacy replied, not put off by the doctor's reaction.
"Thank you so much for coming. I have a lot of questions for you, and I hope we can shed some light on your case and why such things happened. It's remarkable, I must say."
"That's not how a lot of people describe it," Stacy said, gently stroking the Cygna's soft, feathered head.
"Don't worry about them," the doctor continued. "And I hope you can be fully at ease here while we conduct our business."
"I hope so as well," Stacy said. "But I am a bit curious as to why you seem to take such an interest in me and Cygna here."
"Oh, you named her?" less of a question than a statement of happy approval.
"Yes I did, last year. Something I would think didn't end up in the reports the hospital filed."
"Oh not at all. They don't care too much about follow-up details like that," Dr. Branson continued cheerfully.
"But, as I said, I am wondering why you decided to pick this back up. I mean, two years later, and the hospital doctors already publishing several dozen reports. I mean, do you think you can figure out the fluke, or whatever, that caused all this?"
"Perhaps," said the doctor with a grin on her face. "There's been, well, a recent development."
Stacy only raised her eyebrows slightly.
"What would you say," Branson began, "if I told you someone had deliberately tried to repeat the conditions of what happened to you, and succeeded?"
Stacy's eyes went wide in what could be described as stunned disbelief.
"I would say," Stacy said, "it would be quite something else. But why? And who? Are you including them in this study?"
The doctor grinned mischievously, pushed back her chair and stood up. Kayla watched, her eyes going so wide that they might almost fall out of her head as she saw what was before her. The doctor stood there in the lab white coat and blouse, but was completely naked below the waist, showing off her extremely pregnant appearance. But what shocked Stacy the most was what was emerging from the woman's crotch. Stacy, and even, it seemed, Cygna, looked on in surprise at the black and brown feathered head and long, tapering neck of a Canada goose emerging from her vaginal lips.
"I most certainly am," The doctor replied proudly. "So, are you interested?"
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Bloody Knuckle: Ronson's Story part 4 "Stompin the Pasture" by KnucklePuppy
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#10 of Bloody Knuckle The next awaited chapter in Bloody Knuckle, Ronson does a bull's duty. - Bloody Knuckle -Ronson's Story part 4- [-Stompin' the Pasture-] 3:18 am "Hey, Brick-patty.." a voice called out to me. But it was funny, see, because only one person ever called me that. I didn't answer
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[
"Bad Language",
"Balls",
"Bull",
"Canine",
"Cum",
"Knuckle",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Pre",
"Rhino",
"Ronson",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696774-bloody-knuckle-ronson-s-story-part-4-stompin-the-pasture
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Bloody Knuckle
\-Ronson's Story part 4-
[-Stompin' the Pasture-]
3:18 am
"Hey, Brick-patty.." a voice called out to me. But it was funny, see, because only one person ever called me that.
I didn't answer because I was surrounded by blackness. I couldn't see anything. But I knew what I was lookin at.
"Chief?!" I blurted, and suddenly I could see him. The same way I remembered him; in a suit that didn't quite fit him.
"What the hell is this? Am I dead too??" I shouted with a little panic, but he waved a hand and I settled down.
"Nah, you're not dead. You two hit it off great, when we picked you up. He needs a friend that he can relate to." he said, with a grin. Sounded like he was givin his goodbyes..
"You know he loves you right? I know he does!" I protested. And I knew Chief it knew too.
"Yeah, I know. And he's not shy to show it. But.. I'm not the kind of..guy that can do for him all he needs. YOU, big guy, are everything he's looking for. I guess, what I'm trying to say is..." He fell silent. But I think I got it. Knuckle didn't need to keep holding on to him like he did.
"He's a great dog, he really is. Loyal, swift, and caring. But he has needs I can't..handle." he said, with raised eyebrows. (OH..)
"And even if I did, on some remote trip way back when, I couldn't keep something like that up. He's pretty high-maintenance to be so simple." Chief said, and I nodded.
"But hey.." he started.
"You've got a shot, and a good one. Help him unload, ya know? Unwind. Relax. Help him see that the world isn't so cold without me." I nodded, a little more slowly.
"So you're givin him to me?" I asked Chief.
"Hell no! But you two WOULD make a good couple. You sure did put it on him right.." he said, and I couldn't help but smile. The dane approached me, and slapped my cheek lightly.
"Go get 'em!"
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I woke up to Knuckle opening the door on his side, and step out onto the roadside to take a piss. It was still dark out. But as I sat there, I remembered what his master told me. I had his blessing to help Knucky move on.
\-He finished his leak and got back in, but I suddenly felt powerless. I-
"What's up man?" he asked me. I was at a loss for words, but I quickly hit a few buttons on my dash and the back seats folded down. Now the cab and bed of the truck were joined, giving us space to lay out.
"Need some help gettin back to sleep?" I asked with a grin. He smiled.
"I just took a leak.." he said, and I shrugged.
"So?" I said. So? He almost burst into laughter, but I knew he wasn't gonna turn me down.
"Never met anybody so KEEN on suckin my dick.." he said, and I repositioned myself over him. We both stuck a thumb under his waistband and tugged his shorts down. The immediate release of musk was what I expected; a warm night'll do that to ya. His musky nutsac stood out even in the darkness, and he shuddered when I took a lick.
"Ooh damn.." he giggled, and I took more slow licks up his trimmed sheath. I could feel his dick fatten with his heartbeat, and it double-timed it when I took him into my mouth. He groaned.
"Whoooooa doggy..." he panted, and I bobbed my head to really get him goin. He didn't disappoint, and soon I had a familiar mouthful that reeked of musky flavor. I worked enough drool out of my mouth and sucked him clean, and spat that stuff out a window.
"There bud. All clean." I said to him, and he just layed there all cool like he usually does, waving his big dick around while he waited for more good treatment.
"Never met somebody that liked his dick sucked so much.." I said before I got back to work, takin easy slurps while his hand rode my head. In no time at all his pre shot to the back of my tongue, then more.
"Uhh.. Yeah bro, I like that.." he said between breaths, his bone flexing hard in my mouth. He wasn't lyin..
I broke free for a second.
"If ya wanna really make sure you get to sleep..." I said as I turned around over him and pulled my jeans down, my ropey tail flicking around his face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his teeth as he smiled, and his ears shot straight up. Like he was glad I offered.
"Hell man... Ah'd mount ya any day ya wanted.." he said as he sat up and buryed his tongue between my cheeks. His tongue hit my sensitive bullseye and I froze, the feeling sapping my strength. I loved it when he did that. But I wasn't gonna let him get one over on me! His dick stood alone in the open air, so I slid his dick back into my mouth from the tip down. Knucky's hips bucked and I grabbed his furry ass cheeks, holding him up there and he fell limp as I went to town on stud puppy.
"Fuck Ronnie... Feels like you missed me!" he said gleefully. He reached up and pulled my jeans down further and reached in to get at my balls, which I appreciated. But I downright LOVED his tongue on 'em! He just licked and licked, growlin at me like a pup would while we had a little fun, suddenly not so interested in just blowin a wad. Minutes flew by, slowing makin an hour as we put our tongues to one another. But I wanted to win this game.
I got to his sensitive spots. Just a matter of time until..
"Ron..Ronnie, oh yes.." he said, squirmin around in my arms until his whimpering picked up. Music to my ears.
"Ronnie! Fuckin..oh my god yeah.. Yeah..oh yes, just like that bro, just like that.." he howled out into the night and I was pleased. Not entirely, but I was well on my way.
"Ronnie, I'm close man, I'm close!" he exploded as his dick throbbed harder and harder. He whimpered like I was killin him (Hell, I was!).
"Ronnie, here it comes dude!" he said, and he stiffened up and relaxed simultaneously. His dick was throbbing at a quick pace, and after I got his knot in my mouth he had it. It swelled to its limit and poured pre, and I tugged it hard. Knuckle couldn't stand it, and I felt his first thick blast spurt to the back of my throat, then many more. I LOVED makin this stud shoot a salvo. Knuckle's a goddam cannon!
"Sssssssssssssssshit!" he hissed as he tried to buck his hips, but I took that from him, holding him like I did. He kept shooting, giving up that awesome load and I swallowed it all. Knuckle was in a pile under me, his hand trembling on my ass like he just spent the day workin out.
Shortly after, his dick trickled to its limit and after I was sure I got it all I let him down gently; setting him back on the rough mat under. When I turned to look at him, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, grinnin like a champ.
I layed my big ass on his chest and rubbed it, and he burst out laughin.
"Well... Knuckle's got a helpful trooper, don't he?" he asked me, and I nodded.
"Always." I said. I looked out the window. It was still dark.
"When it lightens up a little, we can head to the Alpenwolfe. Okay?" I asked him.
He nodded, rubbed my back, and we passed out peacefully.
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A massive jolt rocked my trank, and me and Knuckle slammed into the backs of the front seats. Hard. After I took a few seconds to get my bearings, I looked out the busted back window.
A car hit us, probably doin fifty around the curve.
I was on my way out to check the damage, when I heard voices.
"I think this is it. Red, nutsac under the bumper." a voice said. I froze, and I heard another.
"It ain't there! Oh- Here it is!" (WHATTHEFU-) I found myself in the driver seat, kicking the door open so hard the joint warped. My hooves hit the pavement, and I glared at the highbeams. I saw them, two of 'em. One bulky and big, the other one shorter. Like comparin me and Knuckle.
"Came to meet us in person, hoo BOY!" the short one shouted, and the big one stood there silent. I couldn't make out what he was, but he didn't have a cattle bar. That's horns. And THAT'S fer DAMN sure.
The shorter one got closer, and I saw he was a dog of some sort. He drew a knife, and the steel glinted as he flipped it around. (You CAN'T be serious..) He swiped at my neck with it, and I took a quick step back to dodge it. I brought my elbows to my sides, swung my right leg by spinning on my rooted hoof in a heavy kick, but the little bastard ducked it. He rushed around to my left side as my foot landed, and his blade met my side easy. It left a decent gash, but I'd bet he wanted to scare me more than hurt me. Rookie. He hadn't moved very far, so I wound my horn around his arm so the crook of it and the curve of my horn made a square, and I swung him into a wide toss with a strong jerk of my neck. He didn't get up very quickly, so I turned to look at the big one while the knuckles in my left hand popped when I clenched it.
"Ronnie Bronson.. " the big one said as he took slow steps at me. He got close, and I finally saw him for what he was. He was a sturdy-lookin rhino in a wife-beater, and jean shorts.
"You're good to get this far without gettin canned and quartered. And filleted." he said, like it was really that hard to clean yer act up.
"You wreck my ride, try to have me carved.. What's your deal huh?" I asked, keepin my ears on the guy trying to find his feet behind me. The rhino stuck out his chest before he spoke, lookin smug as all hell. Not a bad lookin guy, too..
"My buddy and I are enforcers for the Pazzieras. We were really just gonna make sure you weren't trying to skip out on your tab, but we found you out here. I wonder why..." He stopped talkin and looked around.
"I guess I'm gonna deal with you one on one." he said. (Whatever then, good for you..) He took a quick step to my right and tried to get in with a quick jab of his big left fist, but I stepped in past it to get in front of him. I quickly leaned back, my right hoof came up and stomped hard to ram his face. He was smart though, bringin his HORN up to block me dead on. He blocked me right between my horns, where the my skull was hardest and swung his head in rhino fashion at me. I shifted away and he followed, bringin another fist at me. I stopped in place and blocked it, shifting into a grab that traveled up his arm with my left hand on his wrist and my right on his bicep as I tried to wrench him into a throw. I shifted my right hoof behind his foot as I turned, but muscle met muscle as we stood there for a second. I knew what he was tryin to do though, and he didn't disappoint me. Suddenly his arm went limp as he stopped resistin, and I let go to get away from him. At that point he frowned, and my ears picked up sounds of a struggle as the mutt finally got to his feet. He growled and rushed me, and I smiled to myself as the rhino and I managed to get a little closer to their ride with our short bout. I ducked as I heard him jump, and he sailed over me like a goddam shitpaper kite...to slam into the grill of their car. His legs curled over his back so hard he made a circle before he fell to the ground, and I let my inner smile dominate my bull face. FUCKin amateurs..
The rhino's eyes shifted to the dog splayed out on the ground, then to me.
"You're fuckin lucky this guy's a moron." he said, as he walked over to scoop him up. I had backed away by this point, not out of caution but because the fight was over. The rhino stuffed the dog into the passenger seat, and walked over to the driver side.
"Another day, eh Ronnie?" he said, and he got in the car. The car cranked, I flipped the bird at them, and they were gone.
I walked to the back of my trank and looked the damage over. Believe it or not, it wasn't too bad. The back window was busted out, but that was about it. But there was a little bit of my pride hurt. I saw Roundup's sac nearby, and I almost wept but I picked it up by the thin scrote and headed back to the open door. (Where the hell has Knuckle been? No way he'd miss out on the action!) I looked in the cab.
"Knuckle? You around" I asked. The truth is, I had no idea where he was.
"Ron..Ronnie.." I heard him pant. Uh-oh..
"Where are you man?" I asked as I searched for the source of his voice.
"I..I can't move.. My back.. I can't feel my legs man.." he said, and I went crazy.
"What the fuck?! Your back??" I blurted, and I scrambled in to find him. He was where I left him, more or less, when I got out after those guys rammed u-
"Shit man! You got tossed around pretty hard then!" I said, and I felt powerless again... But I remembered what Chief said. I gotta act like Knucky's mine, like I really wanna be with him.
"Yeah.. Yeah I did.." he said with a grunt. He tried to prop himself up on his arms but his back wasn't hearin it. He yelped and collapsed, and did it again as he fell in a bad position.
(Aw fuck..)
"We can't wait till mornin Knucky.. We gotta go now!" I said, and he groaned there.
"I'm pretty messed up, be easy on the road.." he panted.
"Yeah man, you got it.." I said, ultimately feelin defeated.
I climbed into my seat and cranked up. Hopefully Horus could help us. Maybe..
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The Remaining Ninja, Excluding one by Doctor Otter
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#5 of Tail Underground - The Beautiful. Hello good friend, pull up a chair and take a drink, perhaps something to eat? of course you would, I'm world famous for my wonderful cooking! so you're here for my life story then, well there's not much to tell, but as you can possibly tell, I'm a Shadow Fox,
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[
"Fantasy",
"Fox",
"No-Yiff",
"Rabbit",
"Snow Leopard"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51789-the-remaining-ninja-excluding-one
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The Beautiful.
Hello good friend, pull up a chair and take a drink, perhaps something to eat? of course you would, I'm world famous for my wonderful cooking! so you're here for my life story then, well there's not much to tell, but as you can possibly tell, I'm a Shadow Fox, we're a rare breed with a natural ability to blend into shadow. Well I am still young, only 28 years young but I am masterful with the Tantos. Anyhow, I was born to a relatively poor, yet morally healthy and loving family. My Mother, Ming, ran a shop in Lo-Mai, within the Dragon's territory of Chang, My father I never knew what he did for a living but he would always seem to come through with money. My mother was the regular old white fox, as my father was the Shadow Fox, which is where I get my black fur. So anyways, yes, I lived a normal childhood, but what I truely loved to do was watch my mom cook and learned from her. During times when she was ill, I would be the one to take over. Now that I think of it, after that day my mother said I would never hear the end of how good my cooking was... but I digress... My mother also loved roses, and we had several rose bushes outside of the shop all the time, they were so beautiful.
I found the White Lotus Society when I was 13, as my father was a member, and a very good warrior at that. He finally came out and told me and gave me the choice of joining. Admiring my father at the time, it was a chance of a life time, and I accepted. He Trained me in the wonderful art of Hei, which is a martial art style focusing on technique rather than pure force. "Jubei, use you're enemies weaknesses against them, change their momentem, and make them regret it!" that's what he used to say. Training was hard yes, but I trained hard and long with him, while still learning to cook with my mother. My father said it was an excelent cover for a Ninja to become a chef, plus there's still sharp objects in the kitchen to use just incase. Anyhow, I was officially let into the White Lotus Society at the age of 14 and I'm currently a third coil member. I've still little more training to get up to fourth coil and I look forward to recieving my orichalcum tantos.
Now that you've heard my touching side, perhaps I should dive in on my not so clean side. I had just became a third coil member of the White Lotus, making my way home to tell my parents, when I suddenly found smoke coming from my shop. I hurriedly ran to my home and flung open the door to be met by plumes of smoke. As it had turned out, during the seven year war, the Wolves of Kang had invaded Chang, and we were right infront of the border. I searched frantically for my father and mother and pulled them out of the fire when I did. My father had told me what had happened and died in my arms, both of them... My mother and father had fought to the bitter end... I couldn't believe the Wolves were this desperate for a victory, killing innocence just to call a victory. From that day forward, I convinced Boss Lady that we should enter the war in the name of Yin, on Prince Xing's Side.
I was the one chosen for most assassinations. The greatest warriors and generals Han-Ma had ever seen, killed right before me by my own blade. I've only to infultrate one castle to gain my fourth coil rites because of that war. The Many I've killed in the name of my vengence and retribution, but the most memorable death was when I found the bastard who attacked my mother and father's shop, The Wolf leader named Guan. The Very Guan who allied with Tang to take over Han-Ma. As usual, he begged for his life, and I reminded him of how my parents must have begged for their lives before diving my blade into his heart. That was a great time of darkness for me...
When Ikage had chosen me as a member of the ninja team to be stationed here at the Tail Underground, I was more then happy to accept. It gave me a chance to forget my past, my hatred for those involved, a chance to start anew. I pray to the gods I never have to lift my tanto in order to kill ever again...
The Prodigy
I am Hiei and life for me was always hard growing up. As a young rabbit, I was raised as an orphan. I was constantly picked on for being scrawny and thin. I found my outlet through music when I was but four years old. I loved playing all the instruments I found at the orphanage, both foreign and domestic. I would loose myself in the compositions of great composers of the present and past every day when I would play their wonderful songs. My association with the White Lotus began when I got into a fight with a young wolf who would always pick on me when I was seven. I sure didn't begin the fight, but I made sure that I ended it. Practically the next day I finally was adopted by a young female black oriental dragon.
The dragon's name was Ebony and she taught me all of the virtues I practice now. As it had turned out, Ebony was a high ranking member of the White Lotus society and she began my training right away at the age of eight. I was taught to act innocent to throw off suspicions to my true intentions. When I had finally reached the Second Coil, I was given the chance to choose my weapon. I chose the one that looked most vicious and most dangerous. My masters called me crazy for even dreaming of mastering such an insanely difficult weapon. I chose a combination of a Kusurigama, and a Spiked Chain.
It took very little time to master my new weapon, much to the surprise of my peers and masters. The weapon was relatively easy to learn, just like counting the measures of a great symphony. Timing the beats and knowing where exactly to put your fingers, it was like playing the piano. Learning my Shadow Clone technique was just as easy. All the other ninja had begun calling me "The Prodigy" from that point on. I would still always wonder about who my parents are and hopefully to find their graves to pay my respects.
Together sitting at the same Piano in which the two of them met, Alin and Hiei sat as Hiei gently ran his hands over the ivory keys as he gently played a sad song as he looked over to Alin, "and that's pretty much my story..." he said calmly as he continued playing the song without missing a beat. Alin looked to him and nodded gently and looked back to him, "I see... we both grew up alone... for the most part." Hiei gently nodded softly as he continued playing, "I've lived my life like that for as long as I can live... It is my only hope that both of my parents are watching me from above with pride." Alin smiled softly and took the young rabbit into his arms, causing Hiei to loose concentration as he stopped playing. "Well Hiei... you don't ever have to be alone again... that is if that is your desire." he said softly. Hiei looked down and blushed, not sure of what to say, "I... I don't know what to say... no one has ever been so nice to me before..." he said. Alin smiled and held him closer, "Then say you'll be mine..." he said softly into his ear, chuckling. Hiei blushed even more at that thought as Alin gently picked him up and began to carry him to his room. Hiei couldn't help but think of any way to repay Alin's kindness and his silence to their real reasons why the White Lotus was there, but was sure he would think of something...
If Looks Could Kill...
My name is Lady Kaede, and I've been known by many nicknames, Lady Jade, Silent Wind, and more recently, death incarnate. But my life wasn't always that way. I was once a beautiful Geisha in the palace of Ryo-Ma under the rule of the previous Emperor, and life was wonderous there. The emperor treated me with the utmost respect as though I were a member of his family myself. Everything in the palace was wonderful until that fateful day when Tang attempted to overthrow the current line of emperors and take the throne for himself. I had found out what had happened and tried to warn the prince of what was to happen if not for meeting with a dagger in my back and being tossed into a dark alleyway. That's when I met her... the woman who saved my life. Lady Uhn... leader of the White Lotus society. She brought me to her training camp and nursed me back to health. She offered me my chance at revenge, to destroy the man who ruined my life... and I accepted.
My training started right away, and I improved almost instantly. My killer instincts sharpened and my reflexes were faster. I became stronger in mind body and spirit. I had learned in the 9 years of my training what many had to learn in 20 years. I chose the Sais as my weapon of choice, as they were versitile for both combat and defensive purposes. I also met a man who was training along side me for longer then I had, Ikage. I found his name to be odd, but I didn't question it. When I recieved my passage into the fourth coil, I was ready to finally exact my revenge upon the man who had taken my life from me. Five years had already passed in the seven year war by the time I joined, along with my clan mate Jubei. We were sent on many stealth assassination missions against the Yang Coalition, as the White Lotus finally sided with Yin and the young prince.
After two years of joining in the Seven year War, we finally began to gain back ground we had lost since the beginning after retrieving Allies from the land of Arca. I was finally given the chance to exact my revenge, as Lady Uhn and I both took to the Yang Capital of Mai-Pei to take on Tang. Of course I found him first, and I wanted my revenge. The battle was fierce and long, but I ended up besting him, leaving him vulnerable and defenceless. I was about ready to deal the final blow, I held my sai, about to bury it into his heart, but I couldn't... I realized from that day, Vengence wasn't what I was after... it was merely justice. Lady Uhn had watched me through the entire battle and told me, "Kaede, you are now officially a White Lotus Member, not all deserve the punishment of death..." she had told me, and I now understood that. I now serve the White Lotus as a savior to Tail Raisers seeking passage to Han-Ma via the Tail Underground, along side the only man in my life, Ikage, whom I finally learned his real name is Hunter Vale. I'd give my life for him, and the cause we represent.
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Totalitarian Mission by Taro Inu
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Here is the second part...for those of you who actually wanted one... Key: (\*) means a thought (~) means scene change (\>\<) means time change = = = = = = = \>A week later\< "Ahh, there he is!" Commander Chi exclaimed looking up from his desk. "Ryan, how was your week off?" "It was...eventful, you
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[
"Abduction",
"Action",
"Bad Language",
"Bondage",
"Fox",
"Humor",
"Husky",
"Sci-Fi",
"Story Progression",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97907-totalitarian-mission
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Here is the second part...for those of you who actually wanted one... Key: (\*) means a thought (\~) means scene change (\>\<) means time change
\= = = = = = = \>A week later\<
"Ahh, there he is!" Commander Chi exclaimed looking up from his desk. "Ryan, how was your week off?"
"It was...eventful, you could say," Ryan replied, nervously.
"Well I'm not quite sure what that means, but â€" welcome back!"
"Thanks sir."
Ryan walked over to the big Doberman to shake his hand (yes, they have hands).
"You know the team missed ya, right?"
"It's all your fault, you know that right?" Ryan mocked him.
"SIR!" a booming voice shouted from behind Ryan.
Ryan turned around to see one of his colleagues, a husky, standing in the doorway. His face was serious and his body seemed tense.
"Matthew, what's up?" Ryan greeted him.
"What's up? One of our team members was captured by the mayor's goons and all you can say is â€" what's up?" he scowled at him.
"A team member was â€" what?!" Commander Chi exclaimed, shooting out of his chair and slamming his hands on his desk.
"Yes, sir! Agent Soro and I were on surveillance of the mayor's private press conference today. We were on the rooftop of the building next to town hall and everything was going rather smoothly...until we heard gunshots."
"Did you see where they were coming from?" Ryan asked.
"No. I was so concerned about my own safety, I left Soro behind. When I looked back, she was trapped in a net."
"You asshole!" Chi shouted smacking him across the face. "You never leave a comrade behind!"
"I know sir, I was foolish."
"Well, you know what to do. Ryan, you go with Matt and try to get Soro back. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now go! Why the hell are you both here?"
Ryan and Matthew stormed out of the commander's office and ran down the empty hallways of the rundown building that was their headquarters. It was one of few buildings that were never monitored. The two ran up the steps to the roof of their building and opened up the door to the top.
"Which way should we go first, Matt?"
"Soro and I went that way first," Ryan replied, pointing to the rooftop to their right.
"Understood."
Matt took his running start and pounced as high as he could to the rooftop of the next building. Ryan followed.
"You know, I think I played a game for the XBOX360 that was similar to what we're doing," Ryan thought out loud.
"That so?"
"Yep, so now where to next?"
"Give me a moment."
Matt closed his eyes and spread out his arms as a strong gust of wind made his blue and white fur wave. Ryan looked at him kind of cockeyed asking himself, \*who does this guy think he is? Jesus?\*
Matt opened his eyes wide and pointed to the row of rooftops to their left.
"We go straight for about 4 rooftops, then take a right and go 6 more," he declared sternly.
"Impressive..." Ryan sulked.
Without another thought, Matt leaped to the next rooftop where Ryan followed right behind him. But they were already faced with a problem; the building up next was at a higher elevation.
"What now, Gandhi?"
"Hmm...ah-ha! There's a pipe, over there! Jump and grab onto it, then climb up. Would you like to do the honors, Ryan?"
"What do I got to lose?"
Ryan took a few steps back and took in a deep breath. He let it out slowly and locked his eyes on the metal pipe. With a roar of determination, he ran as fast as he could and leaped off the edge and hugged the pipe as tight as he could. Ryan opened his eyes to see if he was still alive â€" he was.
"You did it, Ryan!" Matt called over to him. "Now climb up to the ledge!"
Ryan shifted his feet upwards and dug the soles of his boots into the pipe. He pushed himself up and managed to continue until he finally reached the ledge of the top and was back into the sunlight. Ryan looked down to see Matt now jumping to the pipe. Ryan waited for a few seconds before he saw Matt's head come into view. Matt hoisted himself up and joined Ryan on the rooftop.
"Glad you didn't fall," Ryan laughed.
"Heh, likewise."
"Well it looks like smooth sailing from here; I don't see any taller buildings!"
"Don't get so cocky yet."
"Why not?"
Suddenly, a loud flapping noise filled their ears. They quickly figured out that the noise was the noise of a helicopter.
"HALT! YOU ARE IN A RESTRICTED AREA! DROP ANY WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" an officer shouted from the helicopter on a megaphone.
"Is that a good enough explanation?" Matt asked.
"That seems to be good enough, yeah," Ryan said quickly.
"NOW RUN!" Matt screamed.
Not listening to the officer, the two ran to the next building and jumped off the ledge.
"WE HAVE WARNED YOU. WE WILL NOW USE EXCESSIVE FORCE!"
Along with the sound of the helicopter's flapping noise, sounds of gunshots began to fill their ears as well.
"They're shooting at us!" Ryan shouted.
"No duh! Now just keep running and jumping!" Matt suggested quickly.
They did just so and kept going as fast as their feet would let them. Then, Matt saw a light of hope.
"There's a door that leads into the building up ahead!" he exclaimed happily.
"I see it! Hurry!"
After one big leap, they made it to the building and rushed up to the door. "You gotta key?" Ryan asked.
"You asshole!" Matt yelled as he kicked the door in. "There's your fucking key!"
The two rushed inside and closed the door behind them. Ryan began to walk further into the building while Matt locked the door.
"Ryan, don't go too far! We're just staying in here until those guys leave," Matt warned him.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a bunch."
"You're stubborn like my grandma!"
Ignoring the comment, Ryan walked down the small staircase to see if he could find anything that would catch his interest. At the bottom of the stairs was a dead end â€" at least, that's what it looked like...it was pitch black.
"Ryan, get your ass back up here! I don't hear the helicopter anymore!" Matt called for him.
"Okay, there's nothing down here anyways â€" mph!"
A hand had covered Ryan's mouth and the other was wrapped around his waist. But suddenly, Ryan began to lose consciousness. There was a horrible smell filling his nostrils...chloroform!
"Ryan! Ryan!"
Ryan could hear his partner's faint calls until he could not hear anything anymore.
\* \* \* \~???\~
\*Ugh...where...am I? What is this place?\*
Ryan had finally awoken in a pitch black room; visibility: none whatsoever. His mind was fuzzy, his body was weak, and his heart was slower than normal. Even though he was in a pitch black room, he knew one thing: he was lying down.
"What am I doing lying down? I have to â€" oh! Wha-? Ah!!"
He shouted out to the sudden realization that he was strapped down to a table, with his stomach facing upwards.
"No! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! What the hell is going on?!"
"How are we doing...bitch?" a young, but masculine, voice asked from the darkness of the room.
"...God?"
"Good guess, but no, you ass-munch," the voice replied.
"That makes sense; he wouldn't use language like that...so where am I?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes. Yes I would as a matter of fact!"
"Well then, let me expand your view!"
Ryan squinted his eyes tightly as the lights all suddenly turned on. The sudden change of dark to light had caught him off guard. As soon as his eyes were adjusted, he looked around the room â€" where the fuck was he? There were handcuffs in a corner of the small white room and a sling that was right above them. In another corner were latex suits and ball gags sitting on a metal tray.
"Are you kidding me? I'm in a bondage cellar?"
"That's right."
Ryan looked down to see a large figure standing in front of the metal door to the room. He was a large fox that wasn't wearing anything but tan shorts. He had an ugly grin that reminded Ryan of his sister's and his body reminded Ryan of a pro-wrestler.
"Please sir, I don't want to be raped! Not today...nor any day for that matter!" Ryan protested.
"It's always better when they struggle," the fox smirked. "I think I'm going to like you!"
"Men's assets aren't made for fucking! They're for taking a shit! Why can't you faggots understand that?!"
The fox was getting tired of Ryan's constant complaining, so he fixed the problem. He picked up one of the ball gags and stuck it into Ryan's maw.
"That autta shut you up for now...heh."
\*SHIT, MAN! YOU'RE SCREWED!\* Ryan's conscious screamed at him.
And boy was it right...
\= = = = = = = If you don't like rape or M/M...please tell me and I can change the way things are looking... That's right! Your opinion's matter! So...just let me know... Also, I'm sorry this one was a little shorter.
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The Not Really Teen Wolf by soul4hdwn
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#1 of Not so Teen Wolf so i finally written in about who knows how long. its in first person perspective and i'm rusty at that but this feels like a fantastic accomplishment after so long. 3.2k words in 5 hours, only 3 of those were actually doing stuff due to distractions from a pet cat wanting
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[
"Gay",
"Human",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Realistic",
"School",
"Transformation",
"Werewolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464754-the-not-really-teen-wolf
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Instead of telling you a cliché introduction about how I gotten to be as I am or what I used to be, I'll just tell you I'm a werewolf. My name is Pryse and I'm happily gay, or as my boyfriend calls it, "gay gay". He too is a werewolf but that wasn't till his 21st birthday and a story I'll tell some other time. What I want to talk about today is my first day of college... Or it would be college if the education system wasn't strange for the world I live. I'll explain that as I go.
"I packed your lunch, its next to the front door. Don't be late sweetie, you have all your supplies ready?"
"Yes mom... nothing is needed on first day of school other than a binder and a pencil." I had the nerve of sighing at my mother. The way she talks to everyone is like they're girlfriends, my dad is the exception. He's currently sleeping as he works nightshift. I heard the crowded bus coming blocks before it reached my sidewalk.
As I got on the bus, mom did the robot housewife "wave bye to your child" wave. "Hey money! Your register is waving!" The yearly smart mouth laughed. Money is the obvious play on words at my name, price. A few smarter, or braver, kids told him to shut up and I sat down to my best friend. I really don't know how he keeps the seat empty the entire high school. Icing on the cake I suppose.
"Ready for another boring building of fun together?" Drue smiled as if he practiced not laughing. He can't hide anything from my senses.
"Yeah, ready to go to our special place for a three-fourths of school time." I eye rolled at him. For a human, he sure was a horn ball but he was trying to be romantic it seems because he was always hiding something today.
Now about out school, its classified as high school and we're juniors. However I am 21 years old at the time and he is 19 almost 20 in a few weeks. High school is every 2 age years from grade 7 to 12, while elementary is everything before that but single ages between classes. Age 11 is the age between old school and happy times. Well its only happy due to more weirdness. In high school there is only 2 hour long classes that are required to meet in at any school day, plus a lunch period of course. With 7 hour school days, that leaves 2 four hour breaks of doing whatever you want on school grounds, within the rules. Time very well spent with my loving partner.
Only thing was... this year's required classes was both science classes for me, lecture then lab. Two of the worst classes to have as a werewolf for mundane reasons. Thankfully Drue was with me for those classes. "Hey, pass me one of the books."
"Why? We can study later," I responded confusedly, not yet grabbing a book.
"Because she's going to ask a question for the smart people and I want to get extra points." The "extra points" he was referring to work a long way on the yearly report card. Every month's worth of assignments that get a B or higher, gets a point towards the yearly grade. All classes do this but it gets weird when high school is completed. That's for another story, what is important is the information my friend was digging for.
"Can anyone tell me how many days are in a month?" The teacher questioned the class of 25 students. My buddy didn't hesitate to shove the book on me and raise his hand. "Yes, Druid." Half the class managed a laugh before being silenced. "Continue."
"30" For our world that is.
"Well done," But she then whispered something only I was able to hear, "Don't be a teacher's pet." She flipped a page in her review book and asked a follow up, "Now how about the number of months in a year."
"12 mam."
"Good, we have 360 days in a year for those that prefer math instead of my class." Everyone groaned loudly, she hates her subject and she tends to stress that as bluntly as legally possible. Ms Rolland knows the material and can explain it well, I just wish that sometimes she didn't sometimes say things as if we were still in elementary. The bell rang for break as if answering a prayer, who's prayer is the mystery.
"Meet me in the bottom attic!" Drue called out as he ninja'ed out of the room. I bet he'd add flashy effects if he could with how fast he disappeared.
I wasn't expecting what he had in plan for me. "The basement roof" as the place could be named differently, is an oddly large unused room between floors which we cleaned up over the years. We don't know how it wasn't found before but the entrances are well hidden at any rate. Drue was sitting in only boxers on a large thin blanket with a box in his hands. I expected it to be a dick in the box gag but it was far too small for that. "Hey um... surprise! I have something to tell you." He smelt so bright that moment, like a fresh glass of wine.
"Sure but why are you practically naked?" I questioned then dropped my stuff and sat down in front of him. God, his emotions were so damn obvious but my senses were that flooded that I acted as normal and confused for the situation.
"We've hanged out so much and even... fucked a few times that I wanted to..." The adorable hopelessness tasted beyond dreams, Drue was shaking in excitement and nervousness. He has never been easy to read despite how I was a werewolf at this point. He opened the box and the contents shined. "Will you-"
"How much did that cost?" I spat out, stunning both of us. I spoke first after the silence, "I mean yes, Drue, but you didn't have to go all the way for a ring dude..." I didn't- couldn't look at him till I finished talking, he was holding back tears. I smiled weakly trying to be bright for my friend but not turning out well. My wolf self was feeling a bit sick from conflicting mixture of emotions flooding the room. I was paralyzed, trying to not fall down and also trying not to let the wolf in me tackle the lover for fun.
"W-well wanted to get something that showed we were together. We both already came out and it's pretty obvious we're in love. my sis won't shut up." We both sighed and said the next words together except my words were a question, "tying the knot..." I almost died laughing inside with how literal that could be. I figured then would be best time to come out with something else.
"Well in that case... I can tell you a secret I've been keeping from everyone."
"You kept a secret from me?" He interrupted my opening. Karma hurts.
"no it isn't like being gay or not telling you something your sister told me!" Oops said too much.
"Pry so fucking help me..." He will never be that hot in all of his life, and I don't mean sexy. I waved my hands in defense, panicking he might blow a fuse for once. "fine what is it? what on earth is so important to hide from me when we don't keep anything from each other?"
"I'm a werewolf," There flat as possible, it'll cause confusion no matter how it is said. Questions will go later. Instead of getting confused, he just sat there blank as inhumanly possible. The room felt empty suddenly, giving me the chills. "I can turn into this wolf-like thing." Still no response, did he invent a new form of anger? "Do I have to show you?"
"Fuck yes you do! I mean, you're not really telling me anything with that, dude." Oh ok, he has his sanity still, good. I hid a chuckle as I started undressing, his expression finally the expected confusion. "I'm not in mood to have sex" guess he can't stay upset for long as he's already making jokes again.
"Ha no, I just don't want to ruin my tight clothes"
"Do you wear them to get me worked up?"
"No, maybe, I don't know. That's probably my gayness." Finally nude and I made a comical pose. He wasn't amused. I sighed at his expression, "Fine, just trying to cheer you up first..."
It almost felt like a ritual that time, like every second lasted longer and had to be noticed. the transformation felt like forever, just like my first shape shift only painless like it has been ever since. Silver fur crawled out of my skin from the center of my chest and from the tips of my hands and toes. It was like water making a ripple instead of fire taking over a forest, still looked like a fire spreading however. My nails narrowed and rose up as they gotten larger and more pointed. my legs bent into the animalistic tip toe while my tail sprout out like a weed on fertilizer. my muscles followed up the previous locations while my face stretched out to form the muzzle and move my ears back and up my head. I shook all over on completion to cure stiffness then stood up high with spread legs to show off my covered up privates. that was likely unnecessary as Drue was shaking in his boxers for his life. I sighed and lowered down and looked sadly at the blond with my emerald eyes. I dare not speak just yet but thankfully my silent wish for him not to be scared was answered when he saw my worry filled eyes.
"Pry?" I nodded. "Dude, that was WAY too scary for me." guess I was flexing or growling during the transformation. I did want to show off but wrong time wrong place of course. I whined and lowered my head while moving closer. he fidgeted but didn't move. I took that moment to lay down on my side in front of him. "Can't you talk?" I nodded. "Then why don't you?" I paused then whimpered and looked away. "I'm already scared shitless, worst that could happen is I wet myself." the joker is back, I suppose there's no harm then.
"you're your good self-"
"holy shit!" that was so expected I had to facepalm, no matter how idiotic it looked as a wolf. Ii know just how frightening the voice is as a wolf, I actually recorded it one Halloween to scare everyone that came by. It was very deep pitched with a lot of throat sounds and also growls or barks hidden away. Well Drue didn't wet himself but he was reeking of fear, it was vomit inducing. I backed away just as scared looking, not wanting to get close for the past reason and to not scare him further. phew, the normal confused human returns in body, he still radiated fear like a disease. I sighed and turned myself back human only to be knocked back by the tsunami of bewilderment. "dude what the hell, just what the hell..."
"I don't and didn't mean or want to scare you... you-"
"That was one heck of a secret!"
"You... make no sense whatsoever, you know that right?" I gave the most threatening look I could manage.
"forget that! You're a frikin' beast!" Time for comical but honest mood flip. "err, ok you really are but not what I mean." I sighed and shrugged, flopping on my back. Drue was about to say something else but as I looked up, he was pointing at my dick with a fish mouth.
"I hide that too from ya... was easy to because my skin pulls back when I'm hard" I used to be cut but now I have healthy amount of foreskin on my cock. a silly boost from being a werewolf. speaking of boost, my friend's own penis gotten one. "Looks like someone wants it." I snickered at my awe stunned buddy. he hesitated expectantly but then dived all the way to aggressive foreplay.
He got me moaning near instantly with his tongue pressed firmly on my solidifying shaft. His hands squeezed my balls and rolled them tenderly in his grip. "You know... its also bigger than I remember," He idly announced out of the blue while rolling his tongue around under my foreskin while he still had the chance.
"The fuck Drue, just suck me. Quit teasing" I groaned loudly in pleasure and frustration.
"Well it's been forever that I sucked you but you're clearly bigger with both of these." He squeezed the shining wet shaft and my readily rolling balls. I roughly grinded into his grip and spread my legs some.
"Yeah well, I'm enhanced now you fuckable idiot." I'm not good at trash talk nor do I care to do it, but Drue sort of... exploded with horny vibes. both our cocks jumped in thrill, mine a pace after his. I leaned up and pressed his face against my stone stiff, coaxing a moan from the lustful lover. "Just swallow all you can." That was all he needed to get going, scooping the head of my flesh with his tongue and eagerly diving down. I grunt loudly and reflexively thrust up into his throat. That rewarding moan just starts something inside, my primal urges taking over my actions from now on. Those moans however don't stop as my friend gets his own reward of sweet tangy pre-flow. Drue was trying to say something while his eyes fluttered in ecstasy but I was likely silencing him too much with my rough thrusts. He was swallowing good, every time I hilted deep in his throat, he'd just squeeze with all he could to keep me in place. Shivers drove back and forth along my spine like a slinky, my hips mimicking the same movements. I wanted to stay in his hot mouth while his tongue danced the underside of my sensitive flesh.
my own desires didn't last long but neither did my friend's. I smelt him getting close, faster than me. guess he's just greedy today or really needs something in him to calm him down. this isn't exactly calm but fuck does it feel good. I drove my hot throbbing cock harder and harder, grabbing Drue's head to outright skull-fuck him. Euphoria and cum washed through my senses but I wasn't ready to get off myself. I reached forward to push my friend down so his mess smears over his dick and abs. that same movement gave me leverage to diver straighter into his throat, which just... won't... stop... moaning. god it was diving me mad, I could burst at any moment and I wanted to just fill his mouth with the cream he desired, just not yet. "Pry... just cum... please..." that begging sent me over, but I wasn't buried in him as I climax. I reached down and held his mouth shut. Boy did he moan then, all to both of our chagrin. enough spunk filled his maw, that he couldn't swallow it all down. I felt some trickle down my balls but he drank enough of it down for me to let go of him. he took one final swallow and coughed from a forgetful skip of breath. "Thanks... you taste so fucking good man." I reach down and stroked his chin with a goofy smile.
"You're the one with the wild moaning vibrating my dick so much to keep fucking you senseless." He blushed and cleaned up my cock and balls for that compliment. "By the way... you have a little something on your belly."
"S-shut up!" he turned so red I could taste it... well I did but not the point. he rolled over and grabbed some toilet paper he so resourcefully brings to our hideout. after we cleaned up he signed and laid on the blanket and fiddled around with the rings he bought. "These did cost a lot... sure you're not going to wear one? I surprised him with a kiss and grabbed one of the pure gold bands.
"Of course I will but you could've saved your money, I loved you either way." I grinned at his renewing redness.
"One thing is bothering me though now that the makeup sex is done, when did you become... that?" glad he asked and properly at that.
"Happened on the summer trip a month after my 18th birthday." I continued to explain how when I left camp to use the nearby bathroom, something jumped out of some bushes then vanished. I had a large bite mark on my arm when my parents found me, they sent me to the hospital despite no expensive insurance. I didn't wake up for a day but when I did, the doctor said there wasn't anything wrong with me. On top of that, the bite mark was gone. he sent me home with a no solid food for a day instruction to my parents.
a few weeks after that, the full moon came around. I explained how I lost my second favorite pair of pants and how painful the transformation was. "But wait... you didn't look like you were in pain when you showed me." I corrected him that it was just the first transform that hurt, because it was forced and had no control. "What about your mom? Your dad was at work right?"
"You know how weird my house is designed, the living room is on other side of a large U shaped hallway, not including the stairs to the tiny second floor."
"Oh right, she couldn't hear you over the TV like a grandma. -ouch" I gave him a noogie for that. I then added recap about other effects like better senses, muscles, and memory. Also how I always looked 18, although that doesn't any meaning in this world in case you were wondering. Drue suddenly looked sad, almost regretful sort of expression. "I... being a werewolf might be cool but how are you going to hide it? you're now always young and you can't be an animal that much."
"it does get kinda stiff when I haven't changed in awhile. maybe I should get a costume or special mask and never wear short sleeves with a hood to cover my face." I laughed the idea off.
"not cool or funny... this is serious... you're human but... not. people will get scared as I was... but worse!" He had a point and I was already ready to be honest, he was only one supposed to and able know about this. now that I "came out" to my best friend, I can use our room to get my non human form some freedom. I didn't realize that I'd be in trouble in the distant future. until then, I get to have far more fun with my partner than before. now to just convince him suck me while I'm a wolf...
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Airing the Past by pyrostinger
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Author's note: Sup, y'all. pyrostinger here, with the newest episode of Luminous. "Waitaminite," you might be saying, "I thought Squirrel wrote Luminous?" Well, he does, and will continue to do so. See, he asked me to write a guest episode, which I accepted. I've been working on that in lieu of my
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"Suggestive",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10161-airing-the-past
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Author's note: Sup, y'all. pyrostinger here, with the newest episode of Luminous. "Waitaminite," you might be saying, "I thought Squirrel wrote Luminous?" Well, he does, and will continue to do so. See, he asked me to write a guest episode, which I accepted. I've been working on that in lieu of my own projects... and this ones actually a little late. It was supposed to appear as episode 10... but since it didn't, here we are at 13, which is not all bad. Luckily, the episode wasn't really timeframe sensitive... it could be moved. Anyway, here it 'tis!
LEGAL CRAP! You probably shouldn't read this story unless you're over the age of 18, 21 in some areas. This story alludes to sexual acts which are not appropriate for all audiences. If you're younger then 18, go somewhere else.
Pyro is (c) to me, pyrostinger, all other characters are (c) to Squirrell.
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Airing the Past
Pyro found himself in the hallway. Again. He could always just turn back... go back to the mice. Tell them that this was out of the question, that he couldn't do it. She was too much for him... too much for him to handle.
But he didn't.
Just like he did, oh, so long ago, he continued walking down the ruined passageway of Luminous, parts blackened by gunfire, electrical wires hanging, severed, sparking. The light was off in some areas, replaced by broken glass that crunched underpaw. He could feel his heart starting to pound in his chest again. Finally, he stopped, turning.... but the mice had been adamant. He was the only one who could guard against her mental attack, the only one with the conditioning to do so. The only one still alive. Assumpta had already been killed, and Lonely was Adelaide's. He was currently in the brig, being tortured for fun at this point. They had already cornered her to this small room on D-deck.
And so, on he went.
The corridor hadn't been this long in real life. But that's how he remembered it. And every single piece of broken glass reflected his image, and he saw his own haunted, haggard look. She had to be brought down... somehow... to save what was left of the ship.
The door was finally in front of him. He took a deep breath, then knocked on it with a free paw. "Adelaide, this is Pyro. I've come to parley." Like before.
The door opened suddenly, and he was met with the bars crisscrossing it. She could still see him, though, as he could see her. And he saw her, pink fur marred by red on her side and left shoulder. And she had her phase pistol trained on him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but bringing a gun to parley isn't exactly trustworthy, is it?" Like before...
Pyro said nothing. Like before.
"Put the gun down," she said. Slowly, Pyro placed his own phase pistol on the ground. "Computer, scan Pyro for any other weapons." A beeping, a whirring, a negative search. "Huh... wonder why you didn't try anything else. What, are you a bomb or something? Heard somewhere that they can put bombs into normal objects... even furs."
"No." Too much... tension. Too much stuff going on. At this point, Pyro wanted nothing more than to wake up from his nightmare... but the mice were adamant. They controlled him even in his dreams... "I'm not a bomb... that would be ludicrous. I'm one of the only ones who can resist you. Plus, we need your help. The entire crew does. We need to keep this ship going."
She sneered. "I am... your captain, wolf. I give the orders around here."
"A captain without a crew," he heard himself counter. Again, it started to flare within him... "But... fine, I'll hear your terms," she said. A fist punched a button, and the bars withdrew. She lowered her pistol. "Enter."
As soon as he stepped into the slightly scarred room, he felt her feelers... those little mental feelers... probing. Seeking. He had felt the same thing with baby Akira... but the intent was so much more different. She was looking for good feelings. Her mother... her not-quite mother was looking for cracks in his barriers. He wondered... no, don't go there.
It's going to happen anyway...
Don't... wake up, wake up, wake up!
He looked into her eyes, and asked her, "Why?" She knew what she was doing... He knew what she was doing, and she knew he knew the answer to his question already.
"I'm looking for an easy way out of this, Pyro," she answered bluntly. "Something that you know or you don't think you know that can get me out of this alive. I have a ship to run, and a revolt to put down."
Still she amazed him. After all this time, he couldn't wrap his mind around her sheer arrogance. Every time it left him shaking his head, as he did now. "Adelaide... you've lost. Just give up. It's over." He closed his eyes, and continued. "The mice are offering some very generous terms- "
"Which are not worth my time. I'm interested in something different." Still, she kept probing, undeterred by all the roadblocks. Her insistence was making it a little difficult to speak. Run, he kept screaming to himself. Run. Nobody wins here... you know the outcome. Get away, he urged his past self.
And still he stayed, saying her words as she said them herself, knowing where she was going, unsure of his defenses, redirecting her, trying... trying...
"I have one card to play yet," she sneered.
Panic. Get away, get away! "Why did you do it, Adelaide? I know the story. You were coupling with Field, and he got you pregnant when your heat came without warning. Why did you kill him?"
"He inconvenienced me. He USED me. He just wanted someone more powerful to lean upon, to simper to."
"He was your mate!"
"HA! That little mouse? Please... he was good, though. So eager to please. I'm more interested, however," and she shifted, smiling, baring her teeth, her fangs at him, "in the present, and what lies before me." Pyro saw it played out again and again. How her paw slid down her front, just so. How it dived into her pants... how she stimulated herself, teasing, smiling or smirking he did not know. Perhaps both. Probably both.
And he twitched, catching her faint scent in the air, already rattled by her blood scent, and now... now... and her teeth... Something awoke, within him. "S-stop it," he said, starting to tremble.
"Why?" was her simple, plaintive, almost deceptively innocent question. And she kept going, rubbing harder. "We've yiffed before... just never got a chance to sink my fangs into you."
"Stop it!" he said, growling now. No, no, no, go away, leave, escape, can't you see she's drilling deep, she found the weak spot? Oh, but those teeth... he heard rumors of those teeth... he flinched again, staring at her, his eyes glowing slightly...
"Don't you want to feel them, Pyro? Don't you want to feel what it's like, when a female has hers?"
"Shut up."
"Can't you smell that, Pyro?"
"Muzzle it! I know what you're doing. Stop it."
"Why, Pyro?" A soft moan...
An answering growl. Tremble... tremble... He could see her heat rising... oh, how it rose...
"Don't you want it?"
She wasn't going to stop... shut her up. Shut her up!
"Don't you want me?"
A paw around her throat, another raised in anger. It was so sudden.... As he looked into her eyes, he could see her surprise... That never left his memories... it haunted him. Her pink eyes wide in fear... seeing her life flash before her eyes...
You didn't need to be a telepath to see when death was coming.
"God damn you, Adelaide," he growled, and swung -!
\-And woke, gasping loudly, eyes unseeing for a moment... and then he remembered. And with that memory came solace... came Dotna's warm body beside him. Stirring.
"Pyro?" she said, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Soldotna... her room. The chipmunk's bushy tail twitching softly in agitation. "Pyro, what's wrong?" "Bad dream," he told her, calming himself... Breathe, Pyro, breathe.
Dotna rubbed his back, making soft chittering noises. It sounded... so odd. So oddly comforting. He closed his eyes and let her softly rub his back, nuzzling into his shoulder, make those chittering noises. She hugged him, and he sighed. He... needed a shower. Gently, he disengaged himself from her, and got into the shower, without a word.
Warm, warmer, warmest, hot. Those dreams... every time he dreamed them, it was tiring. So much emotion... too much emotion. He leaned against the wall and let the water run over him, eyes closed.
The door opened. "Pyro?"
He looked to see his mate standing there, with nothing but a towel to cover her, which was quickly removed and placed on a rack. She stepped in, and he turned, and she folded her arms around him. "Whatever it is... you can tell me. You can let me know..." She looked at him, up at him, into his red eyes, the water running over them both, her green ones seeming endlessly deep...
Hugging her back, Pyro softly kissed her forehead. "I... The things I did in the past, on that other Luminous... I'm not proud of. They-"
"You're not going to tell me." Those soft words spoken, her head pressed into his chest. He sighed...
"I don't want to burden anyfur with my demons. Especially you." Protect it. Protect her, Field had said. A paw sliding under her neck, tilting her chin up. A kiss... A sigh. "I'm not... I'm not doubting how strong you are," he continued. "And... I do love you. No matter what."
He heard her chuckle. "I did go into this, knowing you're a mystery." She looked up at him, smirking a bit. "I'm gonna figure you out, one of these days."
Pyro entertained a smile. "You won't like what you see."
\*\*\*
The mess hall buzzed with the activities of the morning crew, getting their breakfast. Pyro stood with his tray, wondering where to sit. There were so many groups... those that had paired off already, grouped up already, impenetrable force fields. And then there was Assumpta, sitting by herself, calmly eating. With an air of "Why not?" he approached. "You mind?" he asked her.
The snow leopard's eyes flicked up at him, regarding him for a moment. She softly shook her head. So, he sat. "Hi!"
She inclined her head at him, then took another bite of her food, as cool and graceful as ever. "Still trying out things?" Pyro indicated her fish, with a plant that looked, for all the world, like a tree. A small, green tree. Broccoli, he knew. Hadn't tried it himself...
She nodded, then took another bite of it.
"Salt and..." sniff-sniff "pepper?"
"Yes," she said, finally.
"Uh... sorry 'bout that. Just... don't have many to talk with about... I dunno. Anything, really. Gets kinda lonely, sometimes." Pyro shrugged.
Silence. Silenced filled with mastication. A brief memory of the Assumpta he knew... so different, yet so similar. Her grace. Assumpta, in either universe, always had her grace... even...
"Is there something on my face?"
"Wha-huh? Um..."
"You were staring at me with a distant look in your eyes. I wish to inquire as to why."
"Uh... heh, no reason, really."
"I do not understand. Is there a reason or is there not?" She tilted her head.
"Ah, well..." Pyro shifted in his seat. "I was just thinking about the Assumpta I knew."
"In the universe you came from, correct?"
"Yeah... she was a little different from you. You both were graceful, but in different ways." Some fabulously steamed carrots took Pyro's attention. Yummy.
"How so?"
"We-ell... the Assumpta that I knew had a dancer's grace. No offense, um, but she was kinda easier to talk to..."
"Perhaps because she was prey, like you profess yourself to be."
The wording took Pyro a little by surprise. He blinked. "You don't think I'm prey?"
"I believe that you are a wolf," she said, answering immediately. "I believe also that you are a predator that has been raised as prey. I believe that predator instincts are buried deep inside you." She placed some fish with broccoli in her mouth, chewing, swallowing.
Pyro blinked again. "You think that-" "-Given the right circumstances, you will respond in a predatory manner."
"When... would this be?"
She paused a moment, then spoke. "There are times when a predator HAS to be a predator. They are instinctual. You have the shape of a predator, so predatory reactions and instincts are inside you." There was an air of a shrug.
"What makes you think that?"
"Perhaps it is simply an irrational theory I have. It is more..." and here she hesitated, something that looked alien to Pyro, "it is more a feeling than a theory."
"Huh," said Pyro, blinking once more.
"You have something to protect now in Soldotna, correct?"
"Hm? Oh... well, yeah. We're... mates, yeah."
"Perhaps when she is threatened, the instincts will come to the fore." One more bite, and Assumpta stood. "If you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal, and my shift starts soon."
"Oh... alright. See you later."
"It was a pleasure talking to you, Pyro." Another incline of her head, and a curious look in her eyes... it was as if she was smiling.
\*\*\*
Pyro twirled the ball in his paws, then took a good look at the basket. A breath, concentrating, focused... And the jump shot from the foul line banged around the rim before going in. He allowed himself a smile.
"Nice shot."
Pyro turned, not recognizing the voice. It was a fox. Seeing as most of the predators kept to themselves, it was a bit of a surprise seeing one, alone. The fox was wearing a tank top and some shorts, Pyro wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Sauntering past him, the fox got the ball, bouncing it a bit.
"So. You're the new wolf everyfur's talkin' about. Red-eyes and all," said the fox, circling Pyro a bit, looking him up and down.
"I... am. What about it?" Pyro tried to keep his voice from waving. Something in the fox's glance...
The fox got closer, simply twirling the ball in his paws. "You heard that Lonely, a crewfur, died, right? With the wasps?"
"...yes..."
A small sneer, teeth showing. "Well... to me, you're his replacement."
"Wha?"
"Heh... think about it. He was killed during the wasp attack. You were the cause. I think it's your obligation to replace him... in every way."
Pyro flinched suddenly, his back against the wall. His heart had started pounding. What...?
"Hmpfh. You're too easy to dominate," the fox decided, pulling back as suddenly as he pushed Pyro up against the wall. "Lonely would have put up a bit more of a fight. Still, I'll have my fun with you... eventually." He walked to the door, then stopped again. "And you might as well get rid of that prey you call a mate. There are plenty of predators to properly satisfy you." Pyro flinched, but the fox was already gone.
\*\*\*
"C-computer.... end... end simulation..."
It had been... so real.... Everything was how he remembered it.
Breathe.... breathe.
There was a knock at the door, and Pyro looked up. The simulation room... looked so bare, when not in use. "Come in..."
A pair of rabbit ears, and then Dr. Kodiak stepped in, blinking. "Oh, hey. Hm... didn't expect to see you here. Then again, you're kinda new, so... it's kinda hard to expect anything outta you at all, huh?" He smirked.
Pyro snorted, amused. "Dr. Kodiak, I presume?"
"Yeah, that's me. Dr. Kody or just Kody'll suffice, though. Just 'cuz I made it through med school don't make me uppity, like Azure can be."
"Azure is...?"
"Assumpta's mate," Kody supplied. "He's gotten better about it since they got together... though that has to be the most unlikely pairing I've ever seen."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well... look at some of the other mates around. Wren - "
"The captain."
"Wren," Kody continued, making Pyro smile a bit, "is mated to Rella. Them two I can see. Field and Adelaide I can see, also. She's strong, he's kinda waify, she supports him and stuff. Even... even Juneau and Chester, I can see. I mean... I'm not really in the gossip circles or anything, but I hear stuff. Juneau's got this thing for mice. Chester fits the bill. But Azure, the rich, preppy squirrel, and Assumpta, the ice queen?" He shrugged. "Doesn't make any sense to me, is all."
"So you don't think they should be together?"
"Huh? Uh... I don't know. Maybe... maybe not. Fact of the matter is that... even though its hard to tell from her end, they make each other happy. All that matters, I guess." Kody shrugged. "Anyway, what brings you around here?"
"Um..." Pyro picked up the remote control, then walked back over to the sim room's control panel. "I was actually... trying to make a simulation."
"Oh?" Kody smirked. "What're you tryin' to simulate? Maybe I can help."
"You come here often?"
"Often enough to know how to make my own custom sim."
"We-ell... I'm trying to recreate... a bit of my past. Been using the thing," Pyro said, gesturing to the control panel, "to sorta... recreate a bit."
"Huh. Can I see?"
"Well... I want it to be a surprise for my mate-"
"You have a mate already?"
"Um... Yeah. Anyway, it's a surprise for her, but yeah, I guess. So long as you don't tell her."
"Well, it's not like you've told me who she is, so how could I? Now... let's see what you got here so far..."
\*\*\*
The snow bound planet of the snow rabbits. A cold place, no doubt, breeding cold furs. Yet... from up here... it looked beautiful. A planet of almost entirely pure white... yet a harsh planet, frigid. It seemed almost impossible to reconcile. How could something so beautiful be so-
"Hi, there."
"Hey," said Pyro, looking still at the planet for a bit more before turning to meet Adelaide. And flinched, a flashback thrusting into his mind... only to be quickly buried. The bat noticed a slight twitch, nothing more. Not for the first time and certainly not for the last, she resisted attempting to delve into his mind. The blocks where there for a reason... he didn't want anyone to know what was going on in there. Perhaps... perhaps he'll be more comfortable, with time.
"What's going on?"
Pyro shrugged, nodding to the planet. "Just taking a look at the planet, really... pretty, ain't it?"
"It is... very nice. Um, I asked Wren about your appointment, and he's fine with it. So, you're now Lieutenant Pyro, in Ops, of the Luminous crew." She held out her paw. "Welcome, lieutenant."
Pyro nodded, smiling a little half-smile and shaking her paw. "Thank you very much. So, what, should I call you 'ma'am' now?"
"Well... like you've no doubt heard before, we're one big happy family here, so that won't really be necessary. The rank just means I can order you around."
"Yeah, well, th-"
"Don't worry. I won't order you to tell me about your past. I know that's a sore point for you, otherwise you wouldn't have all those blocks in place."
"Not the only reason," Pyro said simply. "There... was a reason you were dead, in my universe."
"...right..." Adelaide blinked, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Pyro saw that slight increase in body temperature that denoted blood pumping faster, which usually indicated nervousness... or arousal, or any other number of slight changes. "Sorry... it's... a bit difficult. You're... you were... a trying personality. Very different from... you, here. Almost an opposite. I've seen the differences between... them...and you guys. Kody was pretty much the same, though, heh..."
That made her smile a bit. "Anyway," he continued, "I'm getting that... that you're not her. It'll just take me a bit to... get over that, since you... and her... look exactly alike. Just give me some time, alright?"
"Well, of course. I don't want you to hate me for something that I... she did to you," said Adelaide, nodding a bit.
"Good... just..." and here he smiled, "don't kill Field and try to take over the ship, alright?"
Adelaide blinked, then burst out laughing.
\*\*\*
"Okay, you can open your eyes."
The mind played curious games with itself in the simulation room. The one part tells you it isn't real... the other asks you how can you ignore the grass that you feel softly rustling beneath your footpaws, the smell of the sea, the grand scope of the view from atop the short cliff, the gentle warmth of the setting sun?
"Ta da," said Pyro a bit lamely. "I suppose it's a little obvious what you think?"
Dotna gasped. "It's... beautiful..." She stepped forward, taking in with all her senses the breathtaking view... "Where... are we?" she asked, a little glassy eyed.
"Welcome to my hometown, via the simulation room."
"You LIVED here?" Dotna asked, incredulous.
"Yeah... but during the summer it was a tourist magnet... so I chose a time during about mid to late spring. No tourists to mar the beaches. C'mon, I'll show you around." He held out his paw.
\*\*\*
"...and this is my room."
Dotna had been wide-eyed the entire time, glancing at all the streets, stores, and houses, taking them all in. The smell of the sea was pervasive, but enjoyable, above all, adding a nice charm to the area. The room itself was small, as was to be expected. It was covered in all sorts of posters, reminiscent of teenaged angst to some degree, and personality the next. On the window sill by the bed, there was a collection of small rocks, all of them looking to be sea-smoothed. The chipmunk walked over, taking one into her paw.
"I really liked those. Kept them with me all through my life. It was like they were for luck. I lost them on that other Luminous though..."
"They're really nice... maybe I can get you some other ones."
Pyro smiled. "Don't know where you would... but that'd be real nice, Dotna."
Putting the rock back down, she walked over to him, taking him by the paws and sitting down on the bed. "So... why are you showing me all this?" "Well... you said, earlier today, that you wanted to figure me out, that you wanted to delve into my past. Well... this is some of it." He squeezed her paws... Field's words reverberating through his head once more. "I don't want... to burden you. But at the same time, it feels as if my head needs airing... like I gotta air out my past or something. I don't want to stay a mystery... it's not my style. Especially now that I have you..." He leaned forward, nuzzling at her cheek. "It's just... some of what I've experienced... I've been through fires no fur should have to be through. Simple as that."
Dotna nodded. "Well... it's alright. I just want to help you, you know? You wake up sometimes, like this morning... and it scares me, that look in your eyes."
Pyro grinned. "I'm a scary wolf," he said simply.
"Not like that..." She rolled her eyes, then pushed him down onto the bed. Suddenly, her lips were fastening onto his, her tongue slipping out of her mouth, finding his... After a moment, she pulled back. "If you were scary like that, I'd would have had no desire to do THAT."
She smirked, he smirked right back. "Touche."
"But," she continued, "once I get over the fact that you're a predator- "
"I'm-"
She silenced him with another kiss, combining it with soft scritches up his sides. He squirmed a bit, moaning softly, and she pulled back slightly. Oh, so slightly... "Once I get over the fact that you LOOK like a predator," she amended, "I find I only want to give you good memories."
His paws roamed up her sides, softly stroking... "And my current ones?"
"We can air them out later... Right now, I want you to kiss me."
"And if I don't?" said Pyro, still with that playful grin on his muzzle.
"Oh, you will."
"Will I?"
"Yes, because I'll do this." She kissed him once more, longer. He kissed back. And he let go, putting his memories back into his closet, locking them up...
He'd air them out later.
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Set Me Free ch 5 by Winterimage
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#5 of Set Me Free - Set Me Free! by Winter 5 Florian was very nervous the next day. After my long weekend, it was time for me to go back to work, and he didn't seem to enjoy the idea of being on his own. I gave him a spare key and told him not to worry. As long as he was my guest, he had a free run
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[
"M/M",
"Mild Romance",
"Raccoon",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5179-set-me-free-ch-5
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Set Me Free! by Winter
5
Florian was very nervous the next day. After my long weekend, it was time for me to go back to work, and he didn't seem to enjoy the idea of being on his own. I gave him a spare key and told him not to worry. As long as he was my guest, he had a free run of the house, so to speak. I called my next-door neighbour, Mr Wilkins, a retired old construction worker who used to help me out with Ten, and told him she needed no walkies for the rest of the week. Given a task, Florian relaxed slightly, but I still felt a shiver in his hand as I shook it good bye. On an impulse, I hugged him briefly, and before he had recovered from the shock, I had closed the door. That was a vision I knew would follow me through the rest of that day; Florian with his mouth wide open, eyes almost bulging, a jumpiness to him like he had been burned by something. I couldn't help smiling to myself as I drove the short distance to HQ. Once inside the glass doors, I immediately knew it would be a while before I could head out on patrol. A wide grin walked towards me, dragging a slender Doberman with it. I handed him the report from last Friday while pretending not to notice the coy look in his eyes. He gave it a brief glance, then walked with me towards the offices.
"Morning, Jeff. County still holding together after four days without me?"
"Just barely. Murder, rape, robberies and mindless violence, and there's an outbreak of anarchy over at St Mary you need to check in on. Other than that, we're peachy."
"Good." I nodded towards the report. "Who's handling that?"
"Peters, but it's all but closed. With the medical examiner's report and all, it's death by natural cause. How's the kid?"
"So-so. He seems strong, but sometimes he can be so fragile. He's had a very protected life."
"No dirty tricks?" He grinned, leaning in to nuzzle my neck. "If you've cheated on me, Scottie, my heart will break."
"I wouldn't dream of that," I said, patting his rump. He yelped with surprise, and I was able to dodge out of the inevitable kiss. "See you for lunch if I'm in town by then."
I didn't have lunch with Jeff that day, but we chatted a bit over the radio. The patrolling officers kept alternating between different parts of the county, and that day I was at the farthest end of our district. The day was mostly routine, except for one incident just an hour before my shift ended. Jeff called to tell me I had to pick up a runaway kid at a bus station just outside Columbus.
"Seems he's been trying to hitchhike his way down to Florida, but only got as far as Columbus before he got caught."
"Where's he from?"
"That's the treat for you, Scottie, he's from here."
"Here?"
"Yup. Here as here in Treasure Chest. I've had his mother yelling in my ears all day. She even came down to HQ to tell us off for not finding the boy."
"So I'm taking him home, and then I'm off for the day?"
"That's the thought. Should just about take you the rest of that hour." There was a shift in Jeff's tone, and I had a not-so-vague idea what was coming next. "Then you're free to go home to your new little pet."
"Jeff, not again..."
"Damn, I'm jealous! I'd give my right arm to get taken care of by you, you know." Is it possible to hear a wink over the radio? "Getting tucked in at night, then snuggle up to..."
"All right!" I tried to make my voice stern, but I knew he wouldn't fall for that. "Get off the air, you, before I charge you for indecency!"
"I'm not the one being indecent, Scott. I'm not the one keeping a cute young boy all to myself."
"How do you know he's cute? You've never met him."
"He sounded cute on the phone. And I've always known you're one to go for tender young beauties." He laughed. "That's why all-out masculine hunks like me never had a chance with you."
Shaking my head, I hung back the radio receiver and turned off of the freeway. Hunk? Sure, I guess. Jeff was well-built, and spent a couple of hours in the gym every week, but masculine? Well, he had a man's body, that much I knew, but he seemed ever so eager to live up to the queer cliché, tittering and giggling and flirting all over the place. Still, he was as good a friend as I could wish for, and he seemed to know just how far he could push me. I never had to feel embarrassed or awkward when he started fooling around.
The kid turned out to be a fox boy in his early teens, whose parents had forbidden him to go to Miami to see his internet buddy. Tired of begging for permission he'd never get, he had tried to make his own way there. He didn't want to talk, so I didn't push him. This kind of stuff was routine; there were thousands of kids on the run, every day. Some of them had very good reasons to, other were just seeking adventure, like this boy. My thoughts kept returning to Florian. He'd never had any reason to leave his home. He had been loved, and had lived a quiet, sheltered life. Maybe too sheltered. Now that he was leaving the nest, he was so scared and nervous about it that it made me heart bleed for him. I kept reliving the hug I'd given him that morning, picturing his face before my mind's eye. Before I knew it, I had passed the town border, and it took me an effort of will to remember the kid's address. A minute later, I pulled over to drop him off, when he turned to look at me with a sly glint in his eye.
"You're in love, aren't you?"
"What?"
"I can tell." He grinned. "You just zoned out, you know. Is it a lucky love?"
"Well, I..."
"You're not married, 'cause you got no ring. Just dating?"
"Not really." I felt myself blush. "At least not yet."
"I bet you're gonna be a happy man. My sister looked just like you when she got married. She said it was the happiest she'd ever been."
"You want me to follow you in?" I tried to change the subject, and he let me.
"Not necessary. I'll just get hugged, told off and sent to bed. In about that order."
"Stay at home now, you hear."
"Okay. I think." He got out of the car, but before he closed the door he leaned in and grinned at me. "Tell your boyfriend I said hi, and that you'd better be happy together."
With a giggle at my dumbfounded look, he bounded up the stairs to his house and went inside. It was a couple of seconds before I could gather myself enough to drive home. I parked the car on auto pilot, bought myself a newspaper and stopped by to pick up the mail. Not until I put the key in the lock did I snap back into myself. From the mouths of children... If it was that obvious, then it was a wonder Florian hadn't caught on. Or maybe he had. Maybe he was just afraid to be imposing, or wasn't sure how strong my feelings were. As if I knew that myself... As I thought about it, hadn't Jeff sounded very sincere in his tauntings? I blushed again as I realised I had basically admitted to him that I thought Florian was cute. Something like that should have set Jeff off to no end. He loved to misinterpret every word I said, yet this time he hadn't pounced. Was he being considerate? Leaving it to me to sort out my own feelings? I realised that I must have stood there for a couple of minutes, and I felt more than a little foolish as I opened the door. Inside I met Ten, not quite so bouncy as she usually is when I get home. I scratched her ears when my nose picked up some wondrously delicious smell. Florian was in the kitchen, humming quietly to himself as he was peeling potatoes. I thought he hadn't heard me, and was just about to greet him when he turned around.
"I thought you weren't coming in," he said, his voice somewhat subdued. "Afraid of what you might find?"
"No, not at all! I was just stuck... thinking."
"About what?" He put the potatoes on the stove, then nodded towards the oven. "I've got a nice roast cooking, hope that's okay."
"Sure. Can I pick out the vegetables?"
"It'll take a while before it's time for that. So, what were you thinking?"
"About lots of things. Just before I got home, I let off a runaway kid at his house."
"Oh no, was he... I mean was it bad?"
"No, nothing like that. He wasn't abused or anything. More likely, just bored. Anyway, he got me thinking."
"You're still not telling me what you were thinking," he said, smiling.
"Well..." I made the l's long ones, to give myself time to figure out what to say. "I was thinking about children. About young kids like him. Sometimes it doesn't turn out as good as this time. The worst downside of being a cop is that you sometimes have to deal with kids that are hurt really bad."
"Oh. I never thought of that."
"Then I started thinking about you, Florian."
"A-about me?" He blushed deeply. The corners of his mouth twitched a bit, unsure of whether to turn into a smile or not. "You thought about me?"
"Yes. I thought about how you told me about your life, and I found myself wishing that all kids could grow up like that."
"What, like...?" He laughed, and I knew what he was thinking.
"No, not getting spanked and that. More like... I don't know. Just growing up in a good home, with a parent, or parents, who love them. That would be my vision of the perfect world."
"But in such a world nobody would need the police. You'd be out of job."
"That's a small price to pay." We laughed. "So, how was your day?"
"Mostly boring. I spent the morning watching a movie, then Ten and I played in the park."
"That's why she's so tired." She had curled up in her corner of the living room and gone to sleep. "Normally she tries to climb up into my face when I get home."
"Well, we did play for quite some time. I called the undertaker's, too. Everything's set for Friday."
"Want me to drive you there?"
"No, really I don't." He smiled sadly, and a shiver ran through his body. "Thanks for offering, but I need to do this on my own. It'll be a last good bye and then... Then I can move on."
"I don't know if it helps, Florian, but I think you're being really brave."
"Thanks." It was little more than a whisper, and I could see that he had to fight back tears. "It does help. A lot."
"By the way, that kid told me to say hi to you."
"He did? Why?"
"Well, we got talking, and I kind of told him about you. And he asked me to say hi."
"Oh. Well, tell him hi back if you meet him again." He glanced at me with a puzzled expression on his face, then returned to his cooking.
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Space adventure II by mmarvinleatherbear
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Time for me to post one of the first fanfic I did some month ago. By the way, I'm not english, so please don't yeal about the mistakes...:)P "Space adventure" is a kind of text game made by Caesacub, published in FA. All characters belongs to him. You can read it here :
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[
"Love",
"M/M",
"M/M/M",
"Sex",
"Underage",
"fanfic",
"homophobia"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249703-space-adventure-ii
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Time for me to post one of the first fanfic I did some month ago. By the way, I'm not english, so please don't yeal about the mistakes...:)P
"Space adventure" is a kind of text game made by Caesacub, published in FA. All characters belongs to him. You can read it here : [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3369999/](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3369999/) to enjoy also his nice drawings. But for the lazy people, there is a resume :
*After a space pirates raid, Jeff, a young teenager, fled from a destroyed ship and finds himself separated from his family. Stranded on an abandoned former army base, he is there along with four other survivors : Del, a Therion, Grunion, a suidon, Chauncy, a Yithien and 42, a muriodien. The castaways explored slowly, as and when they can have access, places in search of subsistence or flee the base. While exploring the base, Jeff leaves free rein to his emerging impulses and seduces Grunion, who does not miss the opportunity to deflower the boy. Jeff wants more but he faces Chauncy's moral principles, who rejected him rudely. Having somewhat overcome his impulses, Jeff explores the base with his new friends but soon all that could enable them to communicate with the outside is systematically sabotaged or destroyed. Jeff found a way to cross the blocked doors using ventilation network and discovers that much of the station is invaded by tentacles. He discovers that a muriodien, following the mad experiments made on him, performed the sabotage and attempts to warn his friends. Came back in the explored part of the station, he was joined by 42. Believing that he's dealing with 41, he knocks him down on the moment, causing him to shelve the others who do not give him time to explain. Trying to prove his point, he was captured by 41, this one trying to kill him. Jeff manages to shed his ties and to neutralize his opponent in front of his friends who were looking for him. 42, returned to him, had finally to confess everything he knew about the experiments on the base. To stay safe, Jeff asks to sleep with Del. Quickly, the boy seduces the Therion, who does not miss the opportunity either to have fun with the teenager. Both males end up kissing but are interrupted their effusive when 41 invests their neighborhoods with help from muriodiens reduced to the status of living weapons.The survivors have no trouble to dispose of because of their small size, but they must escape the tentacles that invade the rest of the base. They finally found a shuttle rescue and escape into space.*
**Space Adventure II**
The ship departs from the station at full speed, leaving the tentacles infiltrate in the pieces as the evil muriodiens cloned invest too the formerly secured places.
"Anyone knows where we're going ?"
42 had asked a question that nobody had an answer yet. Del quickly found the airborne radar and followed the programming instructions. After several minutes of tracking, the computer gave its verdict.
"I think yes. There is a military base in the area, but it will take some time to get there. - How long, Jeff asked, worried. - Four days of travel."
Del inspects the fuel gauges and oxygen.
"It's all good. There will be more than enough air. By cons I worry more for water and food."
Chauncy rose from his seat to return to the rear cabin of the vessel.
"I'll check it. I'm here in a moment."
At that time, Jeff realizes that he wear nothing except his undies. His clothes and his pad remained on the station and there is no question of returning to fetch them. His skin gets a little shiver, as realizes Grunion.
"Are you cold ? - No it's good. Well, just a little. - You can get this room warmer ?"
Del consulted the dashboard.
"Without doubt, but I can not find the command. It's not often that I fly a rescue ship, I must find where it is. - Okay, this is not an hurry," said Jeff .
Grunion see that the boy's skin is covered with small spikes. He visited enough humans to know that the boy was cold. He rises from his seat and removes his priest coat. Naked, he gives it to the boy.
"Put this. Me, I have my body hair and my fat to protect me and that is enough. You need it more than I do."
Jeff hesitated. He is cold, but he won't deprive his friend of his only garment. Grunion understand his hesitation and put him his coat without asking his opinion. Jeff lets him do.
"Thanks, Grunion."
Then Jeff realizes that Del is naked at the helm. With the hasty flight of the station, he had had no time to take something and it was somewhat his fault that he had removed his underwear. He takes off his undies and hands it to Del.
"You need it ? I know you have nothing because of me..."
Del smiled.
"That's nice Jeff, thank you."
He took the undies and puts it on his thigh. Chauncy then returned from the back of the cab.
"We will be a little cramped... It is a platform designed for two people, there are only two beds. The food will go to four days if it is rationed. But we will not have too much water. I'm afraid we can not wash if we want to keep the reserves long enough. "
Grunion look at Del thoughtfully. The latter concluded.
"We'll have to occupy the premises in an intelligent way... 42, Jeff and Chauncy, you go to the back first. In twelve hours, we will exchange our seats and we'll continue on this pace. - But I'm not tired, Jeff protested. - I believe you, but you do not know how to drive this ship while Chauncy knows. And you, 42, your small size will allow you to share the bed with Jeff, with one of us, you could being crushed in your sleep. "
42 agreed with the logic of the swine.
"Come on Jeff, we will let Del and Grunion quiet."
Jeff grumbled but followed 42, while Chaucy shut the door behind him. Del took the boy's undies in his hands and gazed, smiling, remembering the night before.
"Jeff is very beautiful. Well done for a boy his age, said Grunion. He seduced you with his ass too ? - Yes... He did the same with you ? - In the shower. The old blow of falling soap. How to resist an invitation like that ? - With me he did not hesitate. He put his ass against my underwear and he massaged the limb. - What a little pig... - I agree. I have never met someone like him. This is not your case, right ? - My burden of priest made me frequently encounter people in my case. But it is not the same thing. I also attended a lot of young people but he is the first to put me in this state of mind... - The pleasure of novelty... - Exactly. I was the first male to take him, I felt good. I was pleased but it's also a burden. - I understand you. That is a big responsibility to make love to a youth for his first time. Make him feel pleasure without hurt or harm is not within reach of anyone. - You had that chance before ? - I do not. And as I went after you, not so with Jeff. It's a shame because I would have liked. - I'm sorry. but I could not know. the main thing is that he had fun. - Sure. This guy knows what he wants and he does not hide it. "
Del took the undies in hand and places it under his nose to smell the intimate fragrance of the boy.
"Mmmm. Can I ? "
Del tends the fabric to Grunion, which has in turn feels.
"I do not know much about the human scents but those above me seem intense. - I agree. - Though, less than yours but still very deep. "
Del does not repress the swelling of his sex that stands to the evocation of the intimate scent of the boy.
"It's also because of the smell that I realized you were gone before me. - Yup. - You can do nothing but you swine you leave a strong scent, and I felt yours down to his buttocks. I can even smell your cum on his face. - Is that I stayed a while here. I thought of doing it quickly, but Jeff did not stop me and say boost to give him even more. I was so excited that I finished on his face. - Really ? you were his first, though. I thought you should enjoy him, on his butt I mean. - I know. must believe that he had cravings for a while because when I had finished with him he went to see Chauncy to have more. - Wrong move. But he could not know that yithians could consider him as an untouchable for his relatively small size. - Chauncy was upside down, the poor. - You love him ? "
As Del, Grunion strong band at the mention of the teenager and sex that the two males had had with him. He stimulated slightly with fingers to feel the pleasure of bandaging so strong.
"Jeff is a nice guy. But I've got a load than me forbids to me any link of affection with only one person. And then, he gave the undies to you... "
Del blushed slightly.
"True. I must say, not knowing which way I have to turn. I know young people and volunteers in high demand when we therion are most exclusive. I responded to his appeals of his body but I do not know if I should respond to his feelings. Do you really think that giving me his undies, he was somehow declared ? - The offerings are a common sight between sexual partners who want to deepen their relations. But it is true that Jeff has not completed its maturation, and for humans it remains a very unstable period. Therions like you do not have this worry. - You either, swine. Albeit in the opposite direction. "
Grunion gave back the undies.
"Anyway, it's to you he gave it. You'll see for the future. But between you and me, I think you just find yourself a husband. - Don't you really think it's a little early to think about that ? - I know people really good. I mean, I know how to read in their eyes. Believe me Del, there's something much more than just sex between you and him."
In the cabin, 42 had invested the right bunk. So Jeff had sat next to him, totally naked under Grunion's coat, which left no mystery of his privates. 42 was still wearing his shorts, the only vestige of his now inaccessible suit. Chauncy, who always wore his overalls, was like an intruder in the room, in addition to its large size which delivered the left sleeper to him only.
"What a story, made 42. - I can not believe that it is all over, "said Jeff. - We were lucky, said Chauncy. We just have to wait now. - By the way Jeff, I wanted to know out of curiosity, what you will do next ? - I do not know. I never ever thought. I just hope I find my parents but if it is true that the capsules were dispersed... I do not know what I'll do... "
42 felt the boy sink into sadness, he wrapped his arms around his waist for comfort. Jeff clung to him and surrounded him in turn. Chauncy could only comfort the boy's eyes.
"At worst, Jeff, you have Grunion or Del in your life. Although as an individual I advise you for Del, continued Chauncy. - I do not understand, said Jeff, blushing a little. - You need not be afraid or ashamed, said 42. Chauncy and I have felt the smell of our two companions on your body. We know them a bit and we can tell you that they both loved you passionately. And it was hard to miss the semen dripping from your ass. - I ... - It's true, said Chauncy. I am sorry indeed to hit you. I am a pure strain yithien and I'd never get your principles for selecting partners. - It is I who must apologize, said Jeff. I do not know what came over me. I should never have to insist that way. - This is difficult due to cultural differences, continued 42. You made a mistake but you also learned not to repeat. it's the most important. - It's true, said Jeff. But I like them both... "
42 smiles. The fact that his species is asexual and reproduce by cloning does not prevent him from being aware of the mysteries of attraction. Chauncy lay on his bed and did as he began to sleep. Jeff did not know if he was really tired or if he took refuge in and out of a conversation he could not bear. He had learned to his cost how much yithiens were prudish and shy about the sex when it came to or from other species. Chauncy acted as if he was going to sleep and Jeff went down the intensity of the light, he lay against 42 who continued the conversation in a low voice.
"You know well the suidons and therions ? - Just a little. - It is therefore necessary that I speak a little of them. Suidons are, in all terms, pigs. They are friendly and peaceful but rather in regard to relationships, they are not a good choice. couples are formed based on the affinities of each but they have no exclusivity. I know it's something that you care a bit for you humans. - That's true. Dad and Mom have been together for 16 years. - A couple of pigs leads rarely more than two years. Their morality is not a worry about the education of young people because they always keep their affection and protection for their offspring. But Grunion is a priest. - This changes anything ? - Yes. He pledged to his gods not to be exclusive at all, on any way. to avoid having to focus exclusively on one of their young, they mate only between males. You got to see after having sex with you, he did not stay, eh ? - That's true. He sent me for the refectory. I was so frustrated that... - You jumped on Chauncy soon as you saw him. - Yes. - Grunion is attached to nothing except to his gods and his duties towards them. It is not against you, you know. - I think I understand. - Grunion loves you, but more as a teacher. It's also a bit what he was, right ? - Yes. how do you know ? - Odor. even after your shower you smelled like Grunion. - I thought everything was gone ... - Disabuses you. You, humans, have a weak sense of smell. I would even say very low. But for everyone it was obvious that you screwed together. - When I saw him strip naked in front of me without trying to hide, I knew immediately that I wanted him. He was so natural, without hesitation, without trying to make a mystery of... of what a... And then I found him so exciting too, this round and hairy ass... - The pigs have no inhibition about sexuality. - And therions ? - They are different. Both pigs are fickle, both therion are exclusive. Couples are formed sometimes in their childhood and lasts throughout the life of one of them. if one of them dies, it's more than a tragedy for the survivors. the latter is now in mourning for at least three of their years. After this period, however, he is recovering very often as a couple. But a lot of them killed themself also to follow their mate in Death. - It's beautiful... And scary... - I quite agree. the system has many benefits even if there is a major drawback. - Oh yeah ? - Therions live on an hard world, with a high level of radiations. This has implications for their reproductive rate which is very low. And even a couple who can not procreate can not be broken. This prevents two people can procreate separately. - It's a shame. - Social pressure does not play on this plan there. therion rites are known for their simplicity and finality to such an extent that their society has no responsibility for the conclusion of the Unions. - How come ? - Their rite of marriage can be done at any age when young people become adults, but it must be done by committed themselves. therion youth wishing to join go to a specific area of their city and, provided there are at least ten persons as witnesses, they pronounced the ritual phrases, holding hands face to face. then they kiss and the union is then recorded. "
Jeff blushed, thinking back to last night.
" They kiss and they were married ? Is that all ? - Over the ritual phrases, and place. If one element of the rite is missing, the union is not recognized legally. - Phew. I thought... "
Jeff was dropped. 42 understood, however, he could not prevent a smile.
"I said something funny ? - No no. it's just your face. He then kissed you ? - Yes. after... but why did you ask ? - Excuse me ... It's just that we muriodiens we know nothing about sex. it is still a subject of great curiosity for us. Especially specials couples. - Specials ? - Yes, all that does not reproduce itself. as the relations between people of same sex. we call them special because they are still relatively uncommon in all sexual species. - Is that I do not know much either. before today, I 've never ... I had thought so, but never did. - This should be an important step. - I think yes. I mean ... I thought everything would change after me, but I do not feel any different before yesterday. Even if ... - Even if ? - You can keep something for you ? - Of course. - With Grunion it was... great. I had already done... well I stroked my own but have it in me... It was something else... I now understand the difference between self-pleasure and pleasure we have with someone else. It's not the same thing, really not. - This experience must be very powerful. - It is. But with, Del, it was something else. Really more intense. Stronger. when he placed his lips on mine, and I did not think about it, I kissed him too. I had more excitement and fun to kiss him than letting him fuck me ... I do not know. I have often seen mom and dad kissing. I think it's the same kind of passion that I feel even if I did not kiss a girl. - You've never had this experience ? - Never. I had girl friends but I never wanted to kiss them. by cons I felt like some of my friends. - They should be very beautiful. - I do not know actually. I just wanted to put me against them naked and ... I do not know. Finally, I did not quite have the time. All I knew was that I wanted to be all against them, be as close as possible of their bodies. I've kissed some but it has never been so intense and profound that with Del. - It is a universal desire. All sexual beings experience it. even yithians. I do not know if... "
At that time, 42 see that Jeff just closed my eyes and felt asleep. 42 smiles. In some ways, Jeff grew up in an incredible time in two days since their first meeting and by others, there remained a large part of the child he still was not long ago. 42 closed his eyes in turn and did not resist as he felt his body like Jeff grab him like the plush he was.
The light returned to its natural level. This had the effect of waking the sleeping trio.The thick, muscular, nude and hairy Del's body was the first thing Jeff saw.
"It's time to eat something."
Jeff woke up completely. Grumbling, he found himself rejected the coat of Grunion. He wasn't cold anymore.
"I finally found the command. Now you will no longer suffer from the cold. "
It was infinitely hotter in the vessel. Even Chauncy and 42 had removed their clothes to stay comfortable. Jeff looked 42 at the crotch, and was surprised not to find anything significant. then it is knew than the muriodiens clones themself naturally for millennia. They did not need anything here. Chauncy wore a splendid musculature, highlighted by a totally hairless body. When he finally got up the opposite side of the table where he was, Jeff could see his sex, a very large one but in proportion to his stature. Also, no pubes hair. By reflex, Jeff scratched his young pubis to ensure the presence of his hair still in effect yet sparse. Del saw him do, but continued to bustle for a frugal meal. His smile was clear, however eloquent. Grunion remained in the cockpit, and Del gave him his share.
The short end and quickly took meals as agreed, Chauncy went into the front cabin, followed by 42. Jeff got up to follow them but Del stopped him and shut the door.
"But ... - We have to talk a little. Grunion will spend extra time before, he assured me to be able to. Chauncy could replace him if this is not the case. Grunion's view that we stay a little lonely to talk quietly together. But before... "
Jeff was sitting on his bunk. Del admired the young obese body and knelt in front of him. Without saying more, he gave Jeff what both wanted for a while. a long, hot kiss, deeper than the first they had exchanged quickly interrupted by the invasion of their neighborhoods. Both males hold each other in their arms, caressing each other's body. Both were stiff with desire and Del precum even beginning to come out. Jeff was amused trying to caress Del's sex with his chubby bare feet. He succeeded quite easily, enjoying this new sensation. Del was driven even with more insane desire for the boy by the new practice. Del took Jeff's legs in his hand and put his foot in his mouth. He licked the soles, cleaning his precum and enjoy the fragrant skin of the foot of the boy.
The next hour saw the cabin filled with deep groans of the two hedonists. The air was saturated with fragrances and male sweat. Del had a long licking the anus of his young partner, who discovered at the time the sensation of a tongue against this area of?privacy.
Del's cock had succeeded to the tongue and like last night, Jeff rode his partner, his young body moving in a very strong and very manly way. Del had, in the past, sex with young teens like him, but he could not find them this masculinity, so he thought he saw. Del eventually no longer hold and he cums in the boy's rectum. Jeff had not forgotten to touch himself during the ride and he dropped in turn two powerful jets of semen, both of which came on Del's cheek. Exhausted by the effort, Jeff leaned over and licked his sperm before kissing again Del. The latter enjoyed the mixture of saliva and semen even more, and he locked the boy's body in his arms. The two lovers remained thus for a moment before they start talking.
"You know Del... - Yes, Jeff ? - I understood what you talked about. - Hu ? - When I found the digital key. You told me it made you think about your father. On the moment I did not understand but now yes. - Oh, that ! It is true that this key, it looked like a lot. - Yes I found it funny. The designer of this thing should be a nice perv. And er ... Your father... - ho, even a little bigger. - Cool... - That's family as you could see it. Just as you must be the family of the designer because you too are a hell of a little pig. "
Jeff smiled.
"Really ? - Oh yeah. I love it. I must say that I was too when I was a teenager, I was not the last to ask for more. But you Jeff you are requesting more than I was at your age. It's adorable. - Really ? - Sure. Grunion told me how you wanted it to behave with you. - He said what ? - You wanted him to go harder and faster. - I do not know why I said that. It came out alone. But it made me really good like that. I do not know why. - You're like this, that's all. there look no further. You're among those who like to do it. I think it is nothing more admirable than giving everything to the other, one way or another in this situation there. "
Del and Jeff stayed in one arm of the other a long time, everyone enjoying the body and the presence of another.
"We need to talk Jeff. - What ? - About what will you do once you'll arrive at the base. - oh. - According to the criteria of your species you are in between. You're too old to be locked up in an orphanage but you're also too young to lead an independent life. "
Jeff was vaguely thinking about the future, but little else. the last two days were rich enough thrills to think for administrative contingencies.The uncertainty of his future refit also thinking about his lost parents. Ever, before the start of this cursed cruise, he would have thought they would miss him much. His face grew more serious.
"It's true Del. I had not thought about it. - This simple fact makes me say that you're too young to be alone yet. It is based on two assumptions. In the first, one or both of your parents have survived, and in this case, everything will be ok for you and the problem is solved by itself. But in the other... "
At this thought Jeff's arm tightened even more on the body of Del.
"It will... Well you already have family farthest ? - No, Del. I have not... Mom and Dad... have lost their families as well each other before I was born. - Calm down Jeff. We will not let you alone in this case. - Really ? - Yes. Grunion's view in this case is you go with him on his world. "
Jeff frowned at the idea. Grunion is certainly sexy and a lover of a perverse pleasure in doing that but for Jeff, the thought of not being with Del was beginning to be unbearable. Just as the idea that Del did not want him at his side. The latter read it all in the eyes of the boy.
"Jeff, I want you to know certain things. I love you. You're a lovely boy and I think you'll soon be a great guy. This is not the problem. What is wrong is that you need things I can not bring to you. Not right now anyway. - How ? - We know so little about one another, Jeff. Your age does not bother me. Rather, it is I who may be an inconvenience for you. - Why would you ? - Jeff, I participated in the cruise because it brought me back to my homeworld. I have to go back because I have things to settle there. You can't come with me, I think you know why. - Radiations ? - Among other things, yes. my world is sick and I took it upon myself to help them find another home for my family and relatives. But it'll be a long process just to convince them. I myself find it difficult to get used to the idea of leaving my home planet forever and yet I will have to do violence to me if I want my family have a better life. - I think I understand... but why Grunion ? - You do not love him ? - But if... - You're still mad about him... Jeff it's normal. You will learn to know how to forget. Grunion is the best choice for you. Chauncy is very nice, he might be a good father to you, but he already has his own family he is about to start. And 42... He is very nice too, but he would make you think too much about a kind of pet, right ? - I have to say yes. - Do not be ashamed to think. 42 is himself in agree on this subject. - Ok then... - I just wish this is only for a few months, but it will take more time. - How long ? - I do not know Jeff. The time that you become fully yourself a man already. - I do not understand. - It's normal, it's something related to our laws. I... I love you Jeff, I'd stay with you but this is simply not possible at this time. - Why ? - That is how things work in my world... An adult as I am have the duty, if the youth's request, to teach him the pleasure and passion that one feels when someone loves you, physically and emotionally. But he can not build a serious relationship with him. The last lesson he should teach him is the hardest of all. Is that of separation. - But I do not want to separate myself from you... - I has however have to Jeff... Feel pain and grief of losing someone we love, we can better understand what is love. This allows us to better know yourself and build the future relations more stable and durable. - This means... That we're not be able to see again ? - Of course we will... For once the young become adult, nothing and nobody can prevent him to see for his former partner. And if their mutual feelings have not changed, then nothing and no one can prevent their relationship back, on an equal foot this time. - Really ? - Yes. But I know that... It doesn't happen really often. Time change peoples. The young, and the older too. - Maybe I'll understood that one day, but for now, you know what I want... "
In response, Del put again his lips on the mouth of Jeff who let him do that. The cabin door opened and entered Grunion. His snout quivering with delight to feel the hormones strongly concentrated in the rear of the ship and his sex was not long before getting a stiff. Jeff was still in the arms of Del, but he could not take his eyes off the big member of the swine. A quick glance at Del told him that he also appreciated the view.
"You are making a racket both. I'm sorry but I do want more. I need an ass. - If it does not bother you Jeff, I'll enjoy it a little... "
Jeff looked at his lover somewhat taken aback. Del had always been active in their relations and the idea that he can get fucked had never crossed his mind. Jeff felt a little jealous at the thought of Del being with another but also an intense desire to see him getting fucked in front of him.
Del has offered to Grunion his anus by puting himself on his 4 on the bunk. He anchored the line of his precum hairy, not forgetting to moisten the passage of the testicles with his precum so he can enjoy the pleasure of experiencing the musky scent on it. Hands on Del's shoulders, Grunion fitted the therion quite easily. The seed of swine was one of the most lubricate substances but Grunion, which was not from the last rain, knew that his introduction was also easy because Del, already groaning with pleasure, was far from being virgin from this side too.
Looking those both gross hairy mated was a spectacle of incredible perverse virility in Jeff's eyes, who felt an even stronger hard-on than he had before. He surprised even touch a nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath the contact. He wanted to join them but he only had three options. Del's mouth, mouth or Grunion's ass. Jeff did not know whether he would accept such an intrusion, but it is this last option that he was most wanted. Moreover it was the most perverse and tempting for him, it was a way of desecrating the swine in his eyes, because despite everything, he could not forget the pleasure he had had to be deflowered by him, and he still a little other than sexual desire.
Jeff opted for this option even more rapidly than was the easiest to implement. Grunion took many by spreading his thighs to give more power to his thrusts, thereby freeing access to the pork butt. To increase his pleasure, Grunion had dropped Del's shoulders to grind his pins. Its rails were only stronger and more powerful hormones released. Jeff, while stroking his manly stiff shaft, knelt behind Grunion, which concentrated on the rails of Del, being aware of the presence of the boy when his tongue licked his hairy anus. He was somewhat taken aback, surprised by the initiative of the boy. From the first lick, Jeff felt addicted to the gesture. From the next movement, he pressed his tongue and licked the ass of Grunion. Every breath through his nose flooded his body with an incredible amount of male hormones which increased his desire constantly. Grunion began to appreciate the initiative of the boy even more easily than the latter began to print a good rhythm to his language passages.
Grunion's pleasure was double and double again by the memories that came from his own childhood. Like all young boars of his kind, Grunion had spent hours playing with the hindquarters of his classmates. Suidae gave much attention to sex education of their young, it being understood that the only adult role was to guide and monitor, not to participate. Very quickly, the family of Grunion had noticed that he was concentrating solely on the ass and the sex of his male friends and male cousins. This trait was confirmed with age when Grunion began to push away girls his age. So naturally, when the family received confirmation that Grunion had begun to produce sperm in the discovery of traces of semence in his bed, he was sent to boarding school to complete his education as cultural and sexual, in accordance with his nature .
Very religious at the base, Grunion, despite the advice of his parents, neglected military careers that were offered to him and turned to the novitiate where he excelled both spiritually and sexually. He quickly received the support to guide novices and younger talent sexual sign swine according to the rites of the gods of acquiescence in the religious life of the applicant, did not cease to grow.
Again neglecting the advice of his relatives who saw him quickly climb the ranks of the priestly hierarchy, Grunion had opted for a simple monastic life. His sexual experience made him a popular favorite among board swine only turned to same-sex partners.
Jeff's tongue carefully rasped the surface of the anus while masturbating. Grunion, which perfectly mastered every muscle in his body, opened his rectum and Jeff was surprised to see his tongue sucked inside. From the first seconds, he felt the intense taste of swine rectum. Intense, but clean. Jeff had a fear of this subject, which had quickly evaporated. In him, he vowed to ask Grunion best ways to have a so clean anal hygiene, so as to benefit to Del, who had remained on the surface.
If Jeff had the opportunity to put more than his tongue, he would have done. Grunion had to have thought about this possibility because he has turned to whisper a "wait" for the teenager excited. With a great roar, Grunion had pleasure in Del's ass, who growled deeply under the influence of cum he sensed in him. Scarcely had the last jet out, Grunion asked to Del to roll on his back and to raise his legs in the air. Del did not try to understand and obey. Then Grunion gently took the boy by his side and showed him the path.
"He's all yours, son. shows him how much you want him too. "
Jeff did not move, surprised by the offer. He looks at Del who invited him. Jeff approached, somewhat agitated. Only taken before, he became the person who did it. Del's ass was already closed but the sperm was clearly facilitate his task. Jeff pointed his sex against the stiff collar and pushed inside. Jeff returned with a blow from the outset and was surprised by this new sensation. Any gender sensitivity was exacerbated by the heat and humidity that prevailed in Del's ass. The latter groaned, smiling. Of course, Jeff was far from being as hung as Grunion were. But Del compensated for this lack of stimulus by the deep feelings he felt for the boy.
Jeff asked to himself for a moment how the rectum could be closed so soon after the passage of a member as big as an arm or almost. but the pleasure taken in filing his companion took away all rational thought and Jeff dedicated himself solely to sexual pleasure. Del had his satisfaction, if not being the first in his ass, being the first man that Jeff took his entire life. He thanked Grunion internally for that.
Suddenly, Jeff felt a powerful pulse that came from his loins. He ejaculated before so he knew what was going to come, but this time the feeling was incomparably more intense. With a long groan, Jeff dropped his semen in the body of Del. Exhausted, he collapsed on the body of his friend who took him in his arms in appreciation. Entirely to cajole and caress Jeff, Del did not pay attention to the mouth of Grunion, which closed on his sex still stiff. The expert licks of the swine did enjoy a few moments after while Del kissed Jeff. Grunion did not lose a drop. His duty done, the swine smiled to Del, kissed him on the mouth and finally went to lie down on his bed naked, with semen flowing a little of his glans and its small tusks. Jeff kissed him again long before rise from Del's arms. Del did not protest, totally gutted and sank on a deep sleep.
Unable to wash, Jeff tried to wipe out the semen with some fabric but he found nothing but Chauncy's overall. It could not decently be used as at least without the permission of the latter. He gave up and went into the forward cabin where he sits on the seat between Chauncy, who was driving, and 42, who was watching. Jeff felt a little uncomfortable because of Chauncy, who was so prudish and reserved. After all, he had to fuck loudly with two adults in the rear of the vessel. Jeff then realized that the pilot's face was more relaxed than usual. He even smiled slightly. Jeff looked at Chauncy's hairless sex and realized that his cock, instead of hanging between his legs, rested on his thigh, pointing toward him. A drop of semen was flowing again along the glans, but also from the mouth of Chauncy, who returned the look, graced with a small knowing smile. Jeff understood and relaxed. All sexual beings from the ship had finally got their satisfaction in one way or another. Jeff realized that he, the 14 year old boy, was regarded by adults as an equal. It filled him with pride.
The trip went smoothly. The strong sexual tension that existed was settled, and if Jeff spent some time in Del's hairy arms, their sexes were quiet, and they talked and discovered a little more each day. Jeff learned and his partner was much younger than he thought. 21, when he had bet on the thirty under his pace, his voice and experience. Chauncy had however noted that the years on their home worlds were not of equal length. Jeff was still close to the truth, because with the corrections, Del would have been within 25 years if he was born on Earth.
The evening of the third day, the aircraft radio began to crackle. The shuttle was in range of the nearest base. The initial contact was followed shortly after the overflight by two hunters who made sure that the shuttle was full of refugees, and not an enemy squadron. Arriving near the base, however, Chauncy had to leave piloting to a remote control that parked the bus in a shed away from sensitive areas. The welcoming committee was fairly succinct. Two doctors and four armed soldiers to deal with any unpleasant surprises. To ease the tension, Grunion, dressed in his priestly robe, went out first. Chauncy and 42 then, Del and Jeff finally. If Chauncy and 42 had submitted their clothes, Del and Jeff had only an undies to share. Holes in the back to boot.
Del's first impulse was to give the undies back to Jeff, but considering the first friendly gesture made by Jeff, Del found that it would be an insult to do that. Del then put the undies. Too small, the fabric that barely covered his sex and seemed ready to tear even with the slightest movement. Jeff was amused.
Del searched for something and he thought of his eternal khaki bandana still encircled his head when he was not asleep. He took off, defeated in the folding and folded to form a rudimentary loincloth that tied around the waist of Jeff. He proved very sensitive to the gift. Del completed the gift by a kiss on the boy's mouth. Their identities checked, they were led to each individual cell to rest.
Del and Jeff had won a trip to the clothing store where they obtained a work uniform in size, devoid of any insignia of rank and hit with the letter "c" to emphasize their status of civilians. 42 had to make something with a piece of cloth which he put himself in shape and size, the army do not having muidoriens sizes. In front of a mirror, Jeff was pleased to watch and admire. He was very well done as well. Even if he felt he should make an effort about his body fat. Del found the boy even more attractive as well. Discussions with officials responsible for recovery of victims, they learned that only 59 people, including them, were recovered from the carcass of *Bellerophon*. 59 out of more than 6 000, passengers and crew.
More fun, they learned that the two soldiers responsible for inspecting the shuttle with which they arrived were quickly emerged publicly asking what animal could well be dead inside. And for how long. And why it was still there.
The four days that followed, the survivors had little time to see each monopolized by the formalities and medical examinations. Del and Jeff learned to appreciate more forcefully their few moments together. Grunion prepared for him in more a declaration of intention to take Jeff with him, but he did not have time to complete the register with the written consent of the boy when that Jeff no longer expected happened.
A soldier appeared at Jeff's cell and asked him to confirm his name was Jeff Sanders. Jeff confirmed, and the soldier asked him to follow him. Grunion was with the military but he does not say a word. Jeff and mute the duo went to a hall of arrival. The hangar was partly occupied by two gears that Jeff knew well. Rescue capsules. Jeff was dumbfounded. He refused to hope. But he sought a familiar figure among the people and the soldiers present. And he found one. A tall, strong and thick. Bearded and dirty, but the face that suggested a strong adult and aged Jeff. Jeff began to run toward him and he literally jumped on him.
"Dad !"
The man, still reeling from his return from the vacuum of space, put a few moments to react. He had just measure the chance of being alive, knowing being the 61st survivor.
"Jeff... Oh my god Jeff... It's you ! Oh thank you... Thanks, God..."
The man shook his son as he never had done before. All that Jeff had maturation disappeared and then he became like a little child. This did not escape to Grunion. The two men could hardly breathe because of their embrace. When they finally relaxed the pressure, Jeff inquired of his mother.
"She has not been recovered ? - I... She is not with you ? - No... - A security door was closed and we were separated. I do not even remember how I got into a capsule. "
Jeff could not answer. His father understood that the incredible luck that had brought them together had its limits. They stayed glued to one another, to relieve their pain and ensure that they could no longer be separated.
Sitting on the bench that faces the small ornamental garden, Del tries to put things straight in his head. At his side, Chauncy was well aware that the news of the return of Jeff's father was both a wonderful news, and the end of something. Grunion had sent him to Del because he knew his natural calm and laid back would be more wise than his easily excited nature.
"I'm returning the situation in every way, I'm happy for Jeff. I mean, he has at least recovered his father. was a possibility. Very low, but possible. - I thought you had anyway decided to leave. - That's true. but apparently there is a big difference between having the intention to do something and be in applying this choice. - Is that hard ? - Grunion describes me Jeff in the arms of his father. I see him very well, like a little boy. - He was, yes. Grunion yet ensures that it will not last. Jeff is in the middle of his adolescence. A very volatile time. - Gods knows if I had, partners of all ages and all kinds since I was old enough to do, but I must say that I never thought a human, a kind of lowest and more full of gaps, would have such an effect on me. "
Chauncy put a friendly hand on Del's shoulder.
"Right now, Jeff still needs a father anyway. It is almost certain now that he will never see his mother again. He has other things to do and think only bind love with another. - I do not blame him for that. Shit... When I think about everything we've done together... From what we felt for each other... For I still feel for him... - You do not blame you. It's in his nature, even if today the boy has regained the upper hand. You never questioned why, when we were in the station all the time he tried to sleep with one of us ? - He was lost. He was alone. He was afraid. - That does not explain everything. Even lost and alone, he would never asked so much to Grunion at the earliest opportunity. I do not know about you, but I've never known a young male who has done the same with you two. - That's true. I did not ask, it's Jeff who was nestled between my thighs. I even felt him get well positioned on my cock and start to rub. - And in the shuttle, you and Grunion were naked. and he gave to you the only property he had left. I tell you Del. You made the right choice to help him to mature a bit but I'm sure when the time will come, he will come back to you. - Why do I feel so bad then ? - Because you do you also must to grow a bit I think. Not physically, but mentally. So far, I do not think I am wrong in saying that you have had only partners for one night, right ? - That's true. - Jeff is the first person with whom you want more. But this scares you, not because of his age, but also because you've never been confronted with this important step. You try to find you a whole bunch of reasons to escape that choice and at the same time you hope to accomplish it without any effort. but I tell you, Del. Nothing really happens without effort. You sincerely love Jeff, but to have him for good, you'll have to change first. - Probably. - Do what you have already done. Jeff is not any more a child, but he is not quite a man. You share it with him at your own level. Him physically, emotionally you. You must reach a balance, then everything will be for the better. "
Chauncy said it all. He got up and let Del with his own thoughts.
All the joy of finding his father, Jeff neglected his other comrades. He wanted only one thing, remain as long as possible with Will, who did not let his boy away either. Will appreciate even more the presence of his son, remembering how he had become distant, harsh and cruel with them in recent months, thanks to puberty. He still remembered the crisis that Jeff had done when he learned he could not escape the cruise. Experience showed that Will's idea to spend "family time" on the *Bellerophon* was actually not a good one.
The father and son shared all their time together. Jeff told him about his adventure on the abandoned base, but «forget» to relate the intimate moments that he had shared with Del and Grunion. This omission seemed natural. Jeff felt the links reconnected with his father, but it seemed that this part of his adventure did belong only to himself. Will did not have much to tell. The capsules were designed to preserve their way their passengers. Once inside, the survivors were anesthetized to avoid him too much stress and facilities on board were responsible for the maintenance of bodily functions. Will was entered into a capsule and then he was asleep. His next memory was when the soldier opened the hatch.
The days passed on the base. Every day, Jeff and his father went to the news, see if the survivors had not been recovered. But every day brought no novelty.
One morning Jeff woke up later than usual. He found it strange because her father had to wake early to go with him on the news. Will was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face closed and sad. Jeff knew immediately that something was wrong.
"Dad... - Ah, you're awake... - What's going on ? Why did not you awake me ? - I... I did not sleep that night. I went for a stroll along the esplanade. Jeff... - Yes Dad ? - The base commander was there. We talked. The... The research was abandoned yesterday. - Why ? - The commander told me... I wanted to let you sleep, you slept so well, I did not have the heart to wake up this morning. - But why ? - Jeff... It's over... The... The capsules can provide only three weeks of life... And the limit of three weeks was the day before yesterday... "
Jeff wanted to protest, but he burst into tears. Will not resist any longer, and he contained his now orphaned son as loud as he could.
From the moment Jeff had recovered his father, Del was trying to avoid the other group members during the time they remained in the station. He knew, by rumor, how Jeff was devastated when the search had been officially abandoned. He also knew how the father of the latter was a great help, while he himself had lost his wife.
16 years of life together. Del did not remember being 16 weeks with someone. Two months, big up... That gave him something to think about. The station slowly emptied of its survivors now that the research was finished. Chauncy and 42 had left for their home. Chauncy would probably take a position in the engine room on another ship and 42 to go where he could complete his thirst for knowledge. Grunion had also been repatriated. Del had decided not to change his plans. He would go home and do what he had to do. And for the next step, he would see.
To avoid an untimely meeting, Del chooses a flight from random, arguing business to settle instead of going directly from the shuttle that would serve Therion. The open door of the shuttle finally invited him to ride but he felt at the last time a pair of arms embrace his from behind, the latter encircling his torso.
"Jeff ?"
The teen smiled. His face would sometimes just on the chin but somehow, Del felt him... Wiser.
"But how... - It was not hard to guess. I just had to wait for the start of each shuttle to know if you'd be there or not. I could eliminate flights that pass through Therion, this helped me a lot. I knew you would take any shuttle except those to avoid me... - You know I... I have things to do... - Me too. I'm leaving tonight actually. I... - You what ? - He helps me a lot you know. I regret having fled and ignored him the last two years. And mom too. For her I can not do anything but I will not repeat that error again. 42's right. The important thing is not the mistakes we do, but learn not to do them again. - That's true. - There is what I learned with you too. And others. - Ah, that... - I'm not talking about sex. Finally, too. But not that only. - How ? - For days I thought I had lost my parents. I think all I did was a way to offset that. Fuck with you was great, Del. But I think it was more a way for me to reassure me. - It is not impossible. - By finding dad I have wanted or needed no more. Even with you. And yet... I do not want you to go... - Jeff... - No, let me finish... - Okay. - Find dad was my greatest joy but knowing that you would leave without me... I do not want you to leave, Del. I want to stay with you. But I understand now, with my mother's death, what you have to teach me by doing this. And I must do violence to myself to accept that. But I will. - I know it's cruel, Jeff. I have also experienced this lost and I am sad to have to impose to you. But it will serve you, as I am used to too. - Grunion is really a great guy. Perverse but brilliant. I like him a lot too. I also knew that if... that if Dad had not been there too, you were disappointed not to replace him. And that, I must say that it trumps everything. - Jeff... - I also want to tell you two or three sentences and more... But for, I need... "
Jeff took Del's hands in his and looked him straight in the eye.
"Achebe mahat. Kalonis ardento. "
Del, on the spot, did not understand. Then he often heard this old Therionien sentence, long time ago, in civics.
"This is..."
Del rose and looked for the words supposed to be known by heart by all Therion, but that he had chosen to forget.
"Ardento posima. Livit Ertug, " he continued.
* Ertug Meto. savini plume.
* Plumeti redondat. "
Moving a bit on the tip of his feet, Jeff kissed Del on the mouth before he could react. Then he rested his heels on the floor. Del looked around him.
"Mmm. Missing at least three people. - And this place, anyway, is not suitable. - Right. - That's what I want. I mean, that's what I want from you. Not now, I know. But later. - I'll give you that one day, I promise, Jeff. "
Jeff, one last time, contained Del in his arms. He took the opportunity to discreetly slip unwittingly a piece of laminated paper in his back pocket.
"I hope so. Do not expect you scroll, Del... "
Jeff replied back, not wearing a look that Del got into the shuttle. He tried to keep a strong insurance but did not succeed completely honest. Del saw him join his father who had just entered the hangar. The approach of the boy was something unusual. He was... More confident. Something different, yet never seen in him gave off. It would take several months before Del does understand he had seen the man finally being here instead of the teen.
The shuttle flight, Del went in the toilet of the aircraft. Opening his pants, stroking it with a smile the very tight white undies which enclosed his sex. A little of Jeff stayed with him anyway.
In the evening, Jeff returned home. The shuttle flight, Jeff went into the toilet of the aircraft. Opening his pants, stroking it with a smile the khaki bandana that covered his sex. A little of Del stayed with him anyway.
\_ **Three years later.** \_
Sanders residence was quiet in this summer day. Jeff read, lying naked on his bed. His father went to see him because he had just received a strange parcel for the boy. The box itself was nothing strange in form and color, but it bore the name of Jeff. No address, no stamps. Will knock on the door and entered. Jeff sits down to receive the package. He made no gesture to try to hide his now fully hairy sex.
" What is it ? - I thought you would know. Someone put it in the box for you. "
Jeff gauge the package. Since his return, the youth had changed a bit. He had hardly grown (thank you, dad's genetic heritage...) but he lost fat. However, he had gained enormously in muscles and in the end, he were almost as thick as that fateful day of the attack on the *Bellerophon*. His appearance had changed, however. He had changed his glasses for a model with finest glasses and most importantly, he had cut his hairs very short. Will had watched from afar this change in his physique without much action. His psychiatrist told him that this excessive masculinization was a symbol of his close passage to adulthood. An approach quite usual.
Will thought it was only partly right. He had never, during the sessions, dared to say than before leaving the base, he saw his son giving a kiss in the mouth and lovingly embrace a male Therion from an open panel in the hallway shuttle to the hangar. Will had tried to keep it for him but after a futile argument with his son, he had thrown this info to the front of him. Jeff had been deeply wounded. Will knew he had gone too far. It took weeks to impress upon his son always, he would keep the affection and love that a father should to his son. Jeff had come to accept the implied apology from his father. Yet he still refused to talk to him about anything, arguing that it was part of his private life.
Will include but Jeff said he could see was plagued by the fear that his son be a victim of his own inexperience of life.
"I'll tell you one thing Dad. Guys, I've had I do not know how many (it was fake, but Jeff wanted his father to the quick bite and sit his argument). But I know the difference between a desire, an impulse, and something deeper. "
Will had considered more prudent for him to do as he believed his word.
"You do not open it ?"
Jeff began to tear the cardboard, but he stopped his actions and looked at his father, who understood. Will went out and shut the door.
The torn cardboard delivered two envelopes numbered 1 and 2. Jeff opened the first. there came an old underpants torn, dirty and torn on the back. The memory of that underwear had never disappeared from the memory of Jeff, who could not restrain a smile of happiness. Febrile, he opened the second envelope. He released an old army used undies. The strong odor that emanated from it clearly pointed to the sender. Jeff found a piece of paper on which was scrawled three words only.
"Which one ? None ? »
Jeff slipped in a hurry a khaki shorts and rushed shirtless outside the house without taking the time to put on shoes. He cast a quick eye and keen on all passersby and neighbors passing on the little avenue, but he found not the one he wanted. Will, alerted by the stampede on the stairs, looked at his son looking for someone or something in the street. Jeff thought for a moment, then went into the back garden. Will went into the porch where he saw in the garden, a figure he had seen fleetingly three years ago. This form, he did however never forgotten.
Jeff saw Del, leaning against the wooden fence. Therion wore the exact same uniform as at their last interview, but more faded, and more neglected and apparently had made use. Jeff dominated himself and walked slowly to Del, who made no step towards him.
At one meter away, Del began to look closely at the form of both new and familiar body of Jeff. Jeff saw him a few small changes at Del. Already, when he was smaller before the two were now almost the same size, same as Del losing one or two centimeters. A two-inch scar now barred Del's right cheek, who also replaced his bandana khaki (hidden under a slat floored by Jeff) by another of a slightly darker hue.
Jeff feared for a moment that changes, greater in him than in Del him harm. Del felt in love with a fat teenager. Would he love the more muscled man ? In any case, Therion never tired to feel the belly, who still look thick but more rigid than in the past. Jeff could not help looking at the scar. He put his hand on the cheek.
"It's a long story you know... - I believe you. You have time to tell me ? - Any time you want. - I'll never get tired I think. - I hope so. "
Jeff and Del took himself into the arms of each other and kissed passionately.
"Oh by the way, Del ... Finally, none. "
Their kiss continued, even more passionate. Will did not leave them from his eyes. Jeff had turned 17 four months earlier, but he had just received his greatest gift. He saw Jeff train Del toward the house. The door burst open and the two men passed him without stopping. Jeff just took time to warn his father that it was not worth cooking for him that day before closing the door of his room. Will no knew just what to do. Faute de mieux, he decided to leave his house to try to clear his head. But despite a long walk, a single thought filled his mind. His son was busy having sex with the man he hated the most in the galaxy for what he had done.
A slightly chilled wind finally came out Will of his torpor mental. He realized that the sun was about to fold. He then returned home and s' that saw he had not done many miles from home. Retrace his steps took him over two hours. His house was plunged into darkness except for a light in the bedroom of his son. During his walk, Will had had many want to return home, and expel Therion from Jeff's room. But why ? Jeff was old enough. He made the choice to love the Therion, having sex with him.
Will did not like the idea, but he knew if he would be intervening, he'd lose the love and respect of his son. This thought had prevented him from doing so. After what they had lived together, he would never do anything that would make him loose his son. Resigned, he opened a box of med and swallowed a pill. Then he went and sat under a tree in the garden, directly on the grass. The contact of the damp grass made him feel good. He even managed not to think about anything for one hour. Then he felt a presence. A fairly being massive sits at his side. It gave off a musky smell pretty strong. Will saw the flame of a lighter to light a cigar and get the first scrolls in his lungs. The being opened a can of beer and Will saw it swing right under his nose.
"It's nice to offer to me my own beer... - True, sorry... "
Will still took the can and took a sip. Del opened a second can and did the same.
"Del Makin, by the way..."
Will not answered. Del do not blame him stood, he knew that everything was going to play now.
"You can be proud of your son you know... - Why ? - You've done a good person. He knows what he wants. And make sure to have it. He is courageous, that we saw in the abandoned base... Intelligent... - Like you ? - Yes. - I'll believe you... - This is the case yet... - Ah... How could I believe a... being who fuck with a 14 year old boy ?? I took a tranquilizer recently and I regret it. I want to strangle you but I do not feel the courage to make the first move. - Lozarin, right ? - How do you know ? - Your perspiration has this peculiar smell of anise. And then you accepted beer. Had it been something else, you would not have taken because you're smart enough to know that you should never mix alcohol and medication, except with the Lozarin. - Fucking therion's nose... "
Del could not repress a smile.
"And then I saw the box on the kitchen's table."
This time it was Will who could not repress a smile. Nervous, but a smile.
"And now ? You tell me you love my son ? - I do. - And how do you know ? - Almost nothing actually. Except that the last three years, I had not spent a week without the desire to come here was not felt. I had not spent a month unless I've had the urge to keep Jeff in my arms and embrace him. I had not been a single day goes by that I do at least think once to him. - Words... - It was not a moment passed without the memory of the taste on his lips back to me. I know every nuance of his body sweat. I know what parts of his body and fondle how to... Finally you get the picture... But most important is that whatever time I imagine my future, at no time did I conceive it without him. And this, from the first day I met him. - 14, damn... - You know I've done nothing wrong. - How can you be sure ? - If this were the case, tranquilizer or not, you'd already called the police. "
Will not answered.
"In fact, I know you did. Jeff told me everything you said. I can not imagine that you may not have tried to do something. - That's true. - So you know that I have violated no law, human or therion by doing so. I knew what I was doing, and believe me, Jeff, too. - I just can not believe it. - You let me ask you something intimate ? - Try your luck. - With who have you had your first love relationship ? "
Will was surprised by the question. He tried not to answer but could not prevent the distant memory of that day back in memory. He was careful however to answer.
" Like father, like son, it seems... - What ? - You refuse to answer. So I was right. - I do not understand... - Do not take it badly, but you humans are one species of the easiest to read. Your silence is an answer in itself. - I do not see how this is related to Jeff... - You're very sensitive about the age of your son. This is normal. But at home, I felt something else. An embarrassment to evoke the hidden. I told you, you are very easy to decipher, at least for us Therion. I therefore understand that you were almost in the same situation when it happened. "
Will sighed deeply.
" It's true. I was 14 too. Was with the older sister of my girlfriend. She was almost 20. - What if I think about your own laws, is not very wise. - No, indeed... - So it's not his age that is really in question, right ? - No... "
Del drew on his cigar and took a sip of beer more.
" I want grandchildren. - Hmm... On this level there I can't hardly help indeed. - This is something which for me is... Fundamental. It is a matter of family honor. I am the last of my family. And I do not like the idea that after Jeff, there will be nobody else. Can conceive of such a thing ? - No, I do not think so. I never had the desire to have children. And I have three sisters and two brothers that they will do that very well. I guess that makes me feel less guilty about that. But if I understand you have had only one child ? - We planned to have several, but Elena, my wife, suffered from internal bleeding after Jeff's birth. She recovered but the doctors were forced to withdraw her uterus. - Bad luck. - You said it. - The solution is simple though. - I remarry ? - Yes. You are still young, you always have some charm and it has been three years now. Nobody will accuse you rush, to violate the memory of your wife. - I do not know if this will work. I do not know if I'll be ready someday. It does not go a day without me thinking of Elena. I think about her each day, each week I want to have her on my arms...I do not know if you can understand. "
Will then realized he had said exactly the same as Del when he spoke about his relationship with Jeff. He looked at the Therion which meant by the look he had noted the resemblance.
"The only difference, is that Jeff was alive and I had the chance to see him when he would be ready. I guess that's the best definition of love. Realize that we become a full complete being by finding the right guy to spend his lifetime with. - I do not think Jeff is ready anyway. For a married life I mean. - I agree... - Huh ? - Jeff has matured a lot over these past three years. But he still lacks experience. This time however I can stay with him for help. - You're going to stay ? - Is expected. Okay so I am here on Earth, not just for Jeff. I need money, I'll spend the next three years working at the spaceport, on the docks. They give to Therions high wages, is the advantage of coming from a world that has a gravity a bit stronger than here... "
Del looked at the starry sky. He looked visibly for something, but not originating from this world he was struggling to find.
"You would know or tell me where is what you call Tauran ? - The Taurus constellation you mean ? It is not up yet. Not until three o'clock in the morning in this season... - Too bad, I would have show you the place where I'll go after. - I do not understand. - I do not intend to stay on Earth. Jeff knows. When I'll leave from here I sincerely hope he will follow me, he knows how Novia is important to me. - Novia ? - Therion-Novia. My home world is dying as you may know. Being exiled was a chance because it actually allowed me to participate in the search for a new world for my folks. - You've found it ? - Yes. In what is for you the Taurus constellation. A near-perfect world. Very little indigenous life and no intelligent species. I'll definitely moving there in three years. - Why wait and not go now ? - There is no regular line to get there. We need to charter a shuttle for that. It's expensive. With my partners we're a part of our resources to go faster. But our goal is achieved now. Therion, The central government will help us financially and encourage people to colonize this world. Its only flaw is that it is beyond the remnant of a supernova, radio communications are very difficult with the rest of the Federation. - A supernova ?? - No worries, the breath has passed yet. You call it the Crab Nebula I think. - Or I see it, yes... But, Jeff ? - Jeff knows how Novia matters to me since the beginning. He also knows how I look for him and vice versa. He also knows that I have made my choice to leave. This will see him for the next step. But whatever his choice is, I will accept it. "
Will could not speak. He held his head in his hands.
"I... Can no longer think. I do not know who you are or what you think... I see you as a monster, a pervert. You... Did something I never wish to happen to my worst enemy... And you're here... For three years I dreamed of the day or in pursuing you, I'll have myself ripped your guts off. And you're back. Voluntarily. Not that I had to do anything. And just listening to you speak, you've destroyed a whole section of my beliefs. A bastard would never be back here. And you're here... "
Will got up and walked to another tree. Del followed.
"I see the choices that are left to me, and none fits to me. I have the opportunity to hunt, to kill you, but if I do that, I know I'll lose Jeff forever. I am unable to do anything that could harm him. But agree to have you with him by my side... Throughout this time, I saw and heard my son about you. He told me how he dreamed of the day or you would return. I let him do so, while saying that you will never return, that Jeff would eventually realize that you had manipulated him, deceived him, betrayed him. I knew it would not be the best day of his life but that he would finally understand who you really are. And here, you are here... "
Del put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of soiled paper and ripped, he gave to Will.
"What is that ?"
Will looked at the piece of paper in light of Del's lighter.
"It's Jeff's writing... Well, when he was younger... - And it's your address. There is even his Network identifier. He gave me this paper. Actually no, he put it in my pocket without my noticing just before I left the base. He knew that for a variety of reasons I could not contact him or visit him, but he did it anyway. With his Network ID I could find him anywhere, even if you had moved to another planet. "
Will was silent for a minute.
"I lost the woman I loved three years ago. It's a pain that I want anyone to know... I do not like you. But of two evils, choose the lesser. Make my son happy, Del. Otherwise, I swear to you that the entire galaxy will never be enough to hide you from my anger. "
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"Jeff ?"
Jeff did not answered. He looked through the glass roof of the spaceport, stroking his short beard. Del insisted.
"Jeff ? - Oh yes, excuse me, I did not hear you. - You have forgotten nothing ? - I do not think so. No, everything is there. "
Jeff began to put his belongins on the treadmill that would send them into the cargo bay. Then he returned to the canopy.
"It's the last time... - What ? - This is probably the last time I look at the sun. My sun, I mean... It's strange, but I never thought it would have that effect on me. - How do you feel ? - I want to go, but I'm afraid at the same time. I am not afraid to stay with you Del, but somehow a part of me refuses to follow you, or even just to leave this planet. - The star of Novia is a little bigger and hotter. This will be a big change for you. - That does not worry me. I also know that it's normal to be scared. I've never been this far in the galaxy. - This is not a first time for me. Do not worry Jeff, what you feel is normal. When I left Therion, I stayed at my star like you, you do now before I leave. I said to myself than I'll never to return, and yet it happened. - What should I understand ? - Whether it is never a final departure. With or without me one day you'll come back here once or more. We never really leaves our homeworld. Or rather, it never leaves you totally, we always bring it with us. "
Del knew a bit of what Jeff felt about. The last four years had not necessarily been easy between them, but now it was the time of the great escape. Jeff was really going to leave Earth for the first time in his life.
" I wish Dad was here... - Me too. He does not like me much but it does not matter, I respect him very much. I even think that he is also beginning to find me a creep after all, even if he never confessed. But with his broken foot... - It does not matter. I'll always love him but as long I am with the person who matters most to me, it will fit. "
Jeff took his hand in Del's one. It was time to board the shuttle. The phone vibrated, indicating Jeff the receipt of a message.
"You still have that thing ? You know, on Novia, it will not work... "
Jeff looked at the screen and smiled while pointing at Del.
"Bon voyage. Good luck. "
The message came from his father.
"I keep it anyway, this is not the kind of thing that I can left behind."
Jeff smiled and kissed his companion, who played some of his fingers in Jeff's beard.
"In thee, I don't think I could left you behind me too..."
Hand in hand, the two male boarded into the shuttle that would take them to a new world, a new life.
*Bonus 1 : Net interview*
*Following the request of many Net users, we invited the protagonists (at least those who were still alive. 42 died a few weeks before the decision to implement the program was taken) of the story you've been following with passion to strength they talk about their personal background, as well as some questions that our viewers sent us. The interviews were conducted over three years because of some of time and travel issues. The interviews were edited to form a coherent whole. The footage is available upon written request and reasons. All rights of reproduction and dissemination exclusive.*
(The scene shows a red chair on white background, except for Del and Jeff's excerpts, recorded on Therion Novia)
\*\* Q: First of all, thank you for having responded to our call for evidence.\*\*
Jeff : It's nothing
Del : It's normal
Grunion : you're welcome
Will : It's natural
Chauncy : it is already recording ?
\*\* Q: We'll start to know you a little more...\*\*
Jeff : My name is Jeff Makin-Sanders. I'm 27, earth way. I am an architect-networks, I am currently on Therion Novia. I'm married.
Del : I'm Del Makin-Sanders. I'm 34, Therion way. I am chief executive of the Three Villages. I live on Therion Novia. I'm married.
Grunion : My name's Pervisii Grunion. I am 47, suidons way. I'm Magisteran. By definition, I married my Gods.
Will : My name is William Sanders. I'm 51, earth way. I just left my job as a controller. I'll rest a few weeks and after that I will open a security firm. I remarried three years ago, I have a son, Jeff, and a daughter, Vanessa.
Chauncy : I am Chauncy Ethiun. I am 39, yithians way. I'm chief engineer on the *Brightstar*. I am married and have five children.
**Q: How would you rate your life ?**
Jeff : Full and complete. I'm only at a quarter of my theoretical existence and yet I experienced more things than many of my contemporaries.
Del : I'm happy. my life is calmer than before, without being boring. That is what I was afraid of.
Grunion : my life I have fully satisfied me.
Will : The death of my first wife is an excellent reference. I hit rock bottom at that time. It makes me appreciate what I have to his fair value.
Chauncy : I am a little tired right now. Fortunately, the holidays are coming soon.
**Q: Have you been surprised to see your story run on Networks ?**
Jeff Of course I was. I'm not the one to hide anything but then to put everything on the table without that we do not ask me anything ...
Del : I'm more surprised by the extent that it took. After all, I'm not the only survivor of a ship destroyed during the war. And I read stories that seemed more exciting than ours.
Grunion : We live in a world permanently connected to its members. So no, I don 't have been surprised.
Will : I would have preferred that this remains between us. I mean, those who lived this story. I tell you frankly. But it came out, so ...
Chauncy : I was scared at first. But not anymore. Nothing has been truncated so it suits me.
**Q: Yet you have all refused to sell the rights of your people and your personal adventure for a fiction.**
Jeff : I thought it was unhealthy. What I experienced is mine alone.
Del : I have not offered enough. No, kidding ... I am of the opinion of my husband. I thought it was too unhealthy.
Grunion : I do not see the value of such a thing.
Will : I have had enough with this story, it was not for find it on a screen.
Chauncy : Why not, but I'm not sure it was a good idea.
**Q: Much of the material found your story comes from the writings of 42. Unfortunately, your friend died not long ago, reached the end of his existence.**
Jeff : On the station, I put 42 KO because I believed he was 41. I always regret my thoughtless act. But now, not anymore.
Del : I hate him. No we have been studied, it was his natural role after all. But we have not been asked our opinion before releasing it.
Grunion : The muriodiens have always been curious. But even for us suidons is a bad thing.
Will : I do not know him. So I can not speak.
Chauncy : 42 disappointed me.
**Q: How would you describe your sex life ?**
Jeff : It finally enters the heart of the matter...
Del : I was wondering when we would go there.
Jeff : I am happy and satisfied with this plan there. But this is not what matters here, right ?
**Q: Yes. Many speakers were more than shocked.**
Jeff : I can understand that. But to judge properly, you must have all the elements in hand. My sex life has not started after the sinking. I was 14, but it started a little before I was 11. I had driven many flirtations with school friends. Males one only. But aside long caresses, no one I knew was willing to go further than me then I longed for. At this moment I clearly remember being a ball of hormones ready to explode. And I had the chance to meet Grunion, and Del.
**Q: It was a good thing for you ?**
Jeff : who knows what would have happened if I did not have cross their path. To go back a little behind, I was pretty frustrated and angry. I thought I was not good enough for others. I was too big (which was somewhat true anyway), too ugly, and that was why my partners ended up rejecting me before going further. And then, curious and stubborn, I have sought to learn more about myself. I must say that my parents, anxious to protect me, had taken the lead on this and blocked everything that I could "shock" me on the Network. But I was already good enough to crack the protections without their noticing. I learned a lot about myself and others.
Will : We did what we thought was right for him. With my current experience, I wonder if this approach is correct. However, I do not want my daughter to know how ... Finally one day... you know what I mean.
Grunion : human beings are as strange as yithians on sexuality, especially with youth. We have a saying here that could inspire them. "It does not protect from drowning by living in a desert."
Jeff : I learned at that time that the boys were flying this plane at different speeds. I was just more advanced than others, that was it. I was reassured I was not the problem. At least not directly.
Del : Nothing is more normal than to protect young people against the various dangers that threaten them. Even for us, Therion, which sometimes pass for finished perverse to those who do not know suidons. Do not forget, however, that our respective laws are mostly in agreement with our biological specificity. Except for humans and yithians.
**Q: You talk about the legal age ? Or legal size for yithians ?**
Del : Exactly. You are well placed to know that your own maturity varies from one individual to another.
**Q: Yes. The limit was set for humans to protect statistically the majority of our youth.**
Del : And the others ?
**Q: I beg your pardon ?**
Del: You set a limit. This is normal. We also have, even if they are a little different. I mean those who are outside this limit, while physically, they are suited.
**Q: That's a question that is sometimes debate about in our world.**
Del : Let me be clear. I'll never say it is normal for a child to have sex with an adult. Therion do not think, no suidon did consider, except the inevitable pathological cases that you have too. Your problem with you humans is that your maturation occurs fairly anarchic. Jeff was mature enough early in his life but your company's desire to protect mass, chose to ignore his own capabilities. He had to break laws, even social and family ones just to find out more about him. He took risks just to be able to know, and I do not think it's right. I do not yeal to humans to want to protect, but I think they do it the wrong way.
\*\* Q: You said it yourself. Our respective laws are generally in agreement with our biological specificity.\*\*
Del : In my life I have known human people older than the limit, and yet were not ready physically or mentally. I've learned that I knew and their emotional and sexual life were a complete disaster. You had even crossed some, right ?
**Q: I have to admit. Some of my classmates were immature mentally and I have colleagues who I confide never even a green plant, and yet have kids.**
Grunion : I believe the fault is the climate of your planet. You'll notice that Therion and Suidon know a tropical climate on the whole surface. We have never needed clothes. Since time immemorial, our skin is suited to our respective suns. We never had to protect ourselves from the cold. We also know how to use our plants and minerals to protect us from our parasites. All these things you humans, you did not. All this has meant that we never had to hide our genitals. You saw on arriving here that nobody did, and it is the same for Therion. There are other factors of course, as the rapid maturation of certain parts of your globe, which took precedence over others. We have experienced gradual changes and regular. Many differences that explain our stories and different companies.
**Q: Yes Del, you're the only one we saw in Therion being clothed, either here or on your home world. Why ?**
Del (smiles): I will surprise you. I find the clothes of humans eroticism incredibly driven. Especially military inspired like I'm wearing here. You have developed simple fabrics that are nothing for you but for me are highly stimulating. That must make you understand the excitement I felt when Jeff offered me his undies.
**Q: Ah ... But he did not know the meaning of this gesture for you.**
Del : that I knew. When I told him about it, you know what he said ?
Jeff : I agree. I said «I should have did it before.".
Grunion : I know you feel the garment is also a social indicator. It shows who you are, or at least who you would be. It serves as adornment of seduction.(Grunion shows his leather glove he wears on his right hand) This glove summarizes everything I'm here. You've probably noticed the trimmings that differ among individuals. All have their own meaning. I wear the tunic only when I'm out of my world .
**Q: Few people are aware of the Therions. You could talk about them ?**
Del : I'll get to the point because I doubt that your question relates to the rules of inheritance or land ownership. I'll stick to the facts of our biology so that you understand the spirit of our laws and our customs. We, Therion, we have a longevity of about 80 years, Therion way.
Our world, once was a hostile planet. To compensate, nature has given us the ability to have multiple births naturally. We are born in the company, in general, 8 or 10 other kids. Before, wildlife took away half of our new-born in the year that followed. But everything changed when our world has gone mad.
**Q: Having become mad ?**
Del : no one is able to explain it. But the radioactivity of our world is gradually increasing. Biodiversity has taken a hit and it does not work out. We were winning at first, because our litters survive more easily in the absence of predators. We had to develop medicines and laws to limit the size of prints because overcrowding would have quickly overwhelmed us. We went to litters of 3 or 4 individuals. But now, in recent decades, we gave deadly radiations. I am representative of the thing. I am the only one in my scope to be born alive. My brothers and sisters died in utero. My mothers gave to my dad 6 living Therions, me included. They had also to incinirate 21 dead babies.
(Del pauses, some tears in his eyes)
Therion is lost. Scientists believe it will be uninhabitable within 5 to 900 years.
\*\* Q: That's what drove you to seek a new world from home.\*\*
Del : Well, not only... I continue. Our litters are smaller, but our biology has not changed. We begin our sexual maturity at 8, and we become adults at 13.
**Q: What, after correction, is almost identical to human physiology. Yet, you said you were surprised to learn that Jeff was just 14.**
Del : It's simple. I had never had sexual partners before him so young, human to boot. I have no preference with regard to age. But I like my partners bodied, with thick bodies and muscular or fat, I do not care. My youngest before him was a distant cousin of... 10 years. Which is 15 Earth years. Jeff was just a little younger, but in the limits of our laws. What really worried me was whether Jeff was going to bear the separation. I had no experience with a so young human, so no marks. I wanted to keep him close to me but I knew I had to go, and I could not take it with me. He would died on Therion.
Grunion : If Jeff's father had not been found, I was willing to accommodate the time it became independent in your own laws.
Chauncy : I'll be nominated too, but at that time, my love life was in chaos. I could not have assumed this task.
Will : It was not the best day of my life. I was furious against him. After all, he was an adult and my son no, even if it was in the process of becoming.
Del : I know that's what scares you the most. When we are in a period of maturation, we are encouraged to have as much experience as possible. Not only for pleasure, but to develop our social life as well. The separation is part of that education. You all have known this pain. You suffer. We, we learn it, willingly. This allows couples to stay together in the future.
**Q: You've thought about taking a partner like you ?**
Del : If the opportunity presented itself, yes. You can guess that in a society that is have breeding difficults, homosexuals and not frankly desired. I have had Therions lovers. But for a variety of reasons, it never worked. Those, like me, like our own sex, are not welcomed. I have very difficult relationships with my parents. I am certainly administrator of the Three Villages in gratitude for allowing to find a new world, but I am almost an exception. The rule in Therion is exile.
**Q: We had that in common. Although the situation has improved for humans for centuries, it remains a thoroughly homophobic.**
Grunion : For those to whom you seem the strangest, these are the yithians. They are naturally bisexual. We are, at a lesser degree. Just ask at Chauncy.
Chauncy : (do not speak, turns red as a tomato. As with all matters relating to sexuality for that matter).
Will : I never lied to my son. I've always said my dream was to have many grandchildren. Imagine the shock I received when he told me everything. Now I have Vanessa. But I will not deny that I intend to have a third child soon. I'd rather be sure ...
**Q: Have you tried to do something against Del ?**
Will : Oh yes. Grunion cons too. Once recovered from the shock, I spoke to the terrestrial authorities, and they have opened a folder, but they quickly made me understand that they could do almost nothing. "You see, it all happened in places that enjoy the status of extra-territoriality. It is therefore the legal status of each participant that could be taken into account. But neither Suidons nor Therion, condemn relationships between adults and teens, less to prove that your son was forced to. " You see, I remember their answer by heart yet. Had there been an adult human, they would have done something.
**Q: But Jeff is human.**
Will : But he was not the adult. Get it ? Our laws prohibit an adult human to have sex with children. But no text, human or otherwise, prohibit a human teenager to have sex with an adult outside of his race. It's written black on white. The prohibition refers only to adult humans.
**Q: Legislators have not thought of ?**
Del : Of course they did. But the texts were written just before signing the treaty of alliance between our worlds. They were negotiated to fit all of our biological differences. The problem is not a bad writing of the Act, but the fact that you, humans, you persist in denying the existence of sexuality in your teens.
Will : The Laws ... My only chance was to let Jeff said than he had been raped. I was not stupid. I went smoothly. I have benefited from therapy because of the death of his mother trying to make him say, through these meetings, he had been forced. It never happened.
Jeff : I must admit that at the time, I've realized nothing. And then the meetings stopped and I did more thought. You know, I often saw my father naked in my childhood, when he went to shower or when he went to bed. he never inspired me the slightest desire. But when I saw Grunion undress in front of me as my father had done many times before, I immediately wanted him. As I did not had had enough, I tried with Chauncy. You've seen how he's made ? A sex bomb on feet...
Chauncy : (still says nothing, gets even more red).
Jeff : And then I saw Del. This was not the first time I saw him because he had opened my escape pod. But from that moment, I told myself he was superbly built. Grunion had given me for the first time in my life an intense pleasure. And I dreamed having again, this time with Del. It's like that, it is not explained.
**Q: What about pheromones ? The suidons are major producers of such substances ...**
Will : I thought about that too. But all biologists have confirmed to me. These molecules are specific to each species. Others feel their presence, their fragrance, but the chemical principle itself requires appropriate receptors that exist only within each species. Just in case, I did check anyway, you never knew, because of a mutation. But Jeff went numb. Same for pheromones of Therions.
Jeff : I was wondering what was the purpose of these tests. As strange as it sounds, I did not yeal at my father when I knew. We are linked so unwavering. more than the father-son relationship, we knew this miracle to survive both. This marks us forever.
Will : I finally resolved that I refused to admit. My son... had always acted by his own will. When Del came to Earth, I do not hide that I struggled with him. But the more I knew him, the less I hated him. However, I do not like him. I do not think I will ever like him. But he has earned my respect, I must admit. My son is happy with him... it seems... It is what matters to me. Nothing else.
When they were married here on Earth, after their union on Novia, I argued for a scheduling problem for not coming to the ceremony. But the morning when I woke up, my first thought was "my son is getting married today." I knew then that I had to go. And I went. I disagreed with the choice of Jeff, but when your only child marries somebody else, then the father's last duty is to support his child, even at the expense of his own views.
Grunion : I would had liked officer at the ceremony. but neither were swine. They invited me anyway, it touched me.
Chauncy : I almost was late. I could curse myself all my life if I had not been present.
**Q: I have to leave, so ...**
Jeff : Just put it right.
Del : Bon Voyage.
Grunion : May your gods protect you.
Chauncy : It's already over?
Will : Tell him that... Finally ... Do not cut it : I love you, my son. that's all.
*Bonus 2 : about Therions ( excerpts from UniWiki )*
"Therion" refers to a people living on the planet of the same name and the name of the language spoken.
Planets : two entries
Therion: terrestrial planet orbiting Delta Centaurii.
Semi-major axis: 1.15 AU Aphelion: 1.3 AU Perihelion: 0.90 AU Period of revolution: 401 days Period of rotation: 25 h 14 min Satellites: no equatorial radius: 6945 km polar radius: 6921 km gravity : 1,15 Mean Temperature: 28 ° (Earth: 15 °)
Population: 3.45 billion people. Demographics: - 3% annual Capital: Rastatedo (2,654,000 inhabitants)
Status: Planet undergoing depopulation. Visit by humans is forbidden for medical reasons. Can only stay in space stations. High levels of nuclear radiation from internal sources.
Therion-Novia: terrestrial planet orbiting HIP 26255, constellation of Taurus (visually confused with the Crab Nebula).
Semi-major axis: 1.20 AU Aphelion: 1.4 AU Perihelion: 0.95 AU Period of revolution: 414 days Period of rotation: 23 h 22 min Satellites: two equatorial radius: 6811 km polar radius: 6798 km gravity: 1.12 Average temperature: 24 ° (Earth: 15 °)
Population: 1,687,000 inhabitants Demographics: + 8% annual
Capital: Three-Villages (411 000 )
Status: World attached to the Therion central government, with settlement status. Visit authorized but require a visa, renewable. Immigration allowed (annual quota).
Therion (race) : The characters are a species in humanoid-felino.
Born in Therion (Delta Centaurii), the species is present in its current form since 41 000 years.
Features: Therion is a being bipedal, with features that resemble terrestrial mammals. Its average size is 1.65 meters. Average weight: 95 kilos. Few disphormisme sex.
Longevity: 80 years. Staves: 6 to 10 individuals under natural conditions, adjusted to 4 maximum by actual laws.
Puberty: 8 years full maturation: 13 years Menopause : 40 years
Language : Therionic. Unique and planetary language since 3 500 years. The Galactic language is also widely practiced.
Political system: Democracy, indirect clan representation. Economic system: moderate and regulated capitalism. Currency: Kaluat. Exists only in digital form for 250 years. Fixed exchange rate with the Euro: 0.65 K for 1 euro.
Practice and Law:
Social structure: nuclear family. Religion: traditional local Animism (95%), Catholicism (3%), other (2%).
Rituals : the traditionally Therion knowns 4 states during its existence :
1 : The child. The infant is symbolically welcomed by the company by placing two thin rings in one ear. Installation is performed by the closest parent of the same sex (father to son, mother to daughter). In case of absence, a distant relative may conduct the ceremony (uncle, cousin, brother). If needed so, a neighbor, a passerby can perform the ritual.
2 : Adolescents (between 8 and 10) marked for girls by first menarche and for boys in the first ejaculate. The childhood rings are removed, broken and replaced by a thick black ring.
3 : Adults (between 13 and 15 years): 5 years after, the black ring is broken and not replaced to mark the release of the young of parental care. With this ceremony, also ends the requirement of parental care and accommodation.
The single adult bears no distinguishing mark. On his marriage, he wears a colored ring at the ear (any color is possible, except black).
4 : the Dead : if worn, his marital ring is broken and crushed. The body of a Therion is systematically incinerated (including proponents of monotheism). Part of the ash is collected to design a tiny funerary statue kept by the family. The excess ashes are scattered. It is possible to design several statuettes for a single individual. In case of death with inability to recover the body, ashes from a symbolical funeral pyre are used.
Education: compulsory and free from 3 to 13 years.
Manners:
Nudity : public. The Therion does no clothes naturally.
Marriage : possible once the transition to adulthood. Imposed monogamy. Divorce is not allowed, only death breaks the marriage. No text prohibiting the same-sex marriage.
Each married person includes the name of his spouse in his family name.
Progress of the ceremony: reduced to its simplest expression. The couple wishing to marry goes to the plaza for this purpose, and pronounce the ritual words after verifying their identity by identifying palmar. The union is validated by the presence and acceptance of 10 adult witnesses presents on site (validation of identification testimony by palmar as well).
Every adult Therion can be a witness, including the benefit of a family member. To avoid possible traffic, each citizen can be witness only twice in a month.
Reproduction: theoretically possible for a teenager. The teenage daughter, however, must be endorsed by his parents. An abortion may be imposed.
Surname: the child bears the family names of both parents. On his passage to adulthood, however, he keep only one. He can also change the first name he was given if it not suit him. The change is permanent.
Adultery: possible. The abandonment of the family is severely punished financially.
Sexuality : depends of age.
Children: a summary of their education is taught by parents and school. Any sexual relationship with a teenager or an adult is strictly prohibited. Tolerated sexual games among children under supervision.
Teenagers : sexual practices among teens are free (female contraception required). With adults, possible if three conditions are met : - the process must come from the youth - the young retains the possibility to interrupt the relationship or connection. Parents are necessarily informed. - the adult has the duty to break the romantic relationship after three months maximum after the first meeting.
Adults: free practices, subject to the consent of the partner.
Homosexuality : Concerns about 5% of the population. No law condemns sex between individuals of the same sex. However, no laws reprimand homophobia. In fact, homosexuality is not accepted on Therion. The openly gay Therion is forced into exile.
On Therion-Novia, homosexuality is viewed in a neutral way. Many exiled have become accustomed to going on Novia.
Adoption: The child who loses both parents is automatically placed under the supervision of the government, which says a close family member if the latter gives its consent. Traditionally, the child is entrusted to the eldest of the family if the latter accepts the role of new parent. If no family member accepts this role, or if the child is the last survivor, he is entrusted to a couple or single person who requests it. There are few orphanages, an orphan in general remains limited time without parents. The adoptee takes the name of the new parent in place of the old.
Arts and Culture: The cultural and artistic life of the therion race is very active in terms of quantity. Qualitative level, however, the all external races are to agree that both in music, literature, sculpture (except burial), painting, theater and movies, the Therion surpasses *Vogon* in terms of atrocity.
The traditional passion, almost cult, of Therion for Celine Dion gives a good idea of?the magnitude of the disaster.
Technology: Fairly advanced. The Therion company is highly computerized. The money is digital since 250 years. Each Therion is identified by his palm prints that serve as identity cards, passports, payment method and key for access at home. In case of inability to use the fingerprint (illness, amputation, congenital malformation), identification is done by genetics. Computer data are stored from three days (access to a building for example) and lifetime (bank and fiscal) as required.
Transportation : The transit networks are highly developed. Very few of Therion have a personal vehicle. It is possible to rent a car and a driver in case of special need. The urban architecture has for centuries been calibrated to optimize travel between places to live, work and leisure. Each line of the network is operated day and night, with very variable frequencies, however : a link between frequency every 5 minutes and twice by night.
Employees of transportation companies do not have the right to do strike.
Armed Forces : The planetary forces are very weak. The defense is provided by an air and space army, and by a network of orbital guns.
Energy : The use of fossil fuels has been banned for over 450 years in Therion and since the beginning on Novia, except natural gas. Electrical energy is produced from fusion reactors Tokamak III. Traditionally, the individual and collective housing is equipped to produce, in case of distribution's failure , solar electric power and / or wind power when needed.
( File 784-9654-8547, updated last time 2 weeks ago )
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Demonslayer Chapter 2: The Battles Begin by Bluerichmund
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The next morning Blue wakes up. He walks to the lab and eeps when he sees a sad Morningstar sitting with a cup of coffee. "What's the matter father?" asks the blue fox as he sits down next to is sad father. He wipes away a tear and looks to Blue. "Your mother was killed. and there is nothing we can
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The next morning Blue wakes up. He walks to the lab and eeps when he sees a sad Morningstar sitting with a cup of coffee.
"What's the matter father?" asks the blue fox as he sits down next to is sad father.
He wipes away a tear and looks to Blue. "Your mother was killed. and there is nothing we can do, except begin your training as soon as possible... You must avenge your mother's murder."
Suddenly, Blue felt an emptiness within his soul, a sadness that cold never be cured. A creeping sorrow began to haunt him wherever he went. It slowly ate at his insides.
Walking around, he finds a ball of black metal from where the demon attacked his mother. Taking a forging hammer, Blue runs into the weapons development room and hammers at it until it is flat and thick with a diamond blade at the top and thins out into an ordinary blade at the hilt.
Morningstar comes in and watches in amazement. "What's all this about?"
"The blackness represents the darkness of the world, and the hole I am cutting into the middle stands for the void in my soul." Blue looks down at the ebony blade. "I shall call this....the Nighteblade"
Then, without warning, Tyrel reappeared. "So you must be the new creation! I'm going to destroy you now, before you become as powerful as me, kid.
Blue grabs the Niteblade off the counter and swings at Tyrel, breaking a horn off his head.
Tyrel bellows out in pain. "You will pay for that!"
Blue spin jumps in the air and kicks Tyrel in the back of the head, knocking him over and sliding across the floor.
"Get your ass up before i knock it out," Blue shouts as Tyrel staggers to his feet. Tyrel picks up Blue and flings him by his tail, smashing him into a wall. Blue falls out of the wall frustrated. He takes a pentagram and flings it like a star toward the demon dragon it cuts him, but barely.
As the fox's anger grows, he yells "demonichosis!" and transforms into a super-demon. his eyes change from blue to red. His blue fur became a dark black. His once delicate hands become massive wicked claws. His athletic feet became deadly talons. Fangs grow out the sides of his muzzle as his voice deepens into a low, evil tone. "Now, lets see how you fare against your own power, Demon!" As demon wings sprout from his back, he drops the Niteblade and darts toward Tyrel, grabbing his arms and holding the big dragon down until he is knocked off of him.
Tyrel disappears laughing "Farewell young demon. I hope you get stronger by the next time we meet! Mwahahahahahahaha!"
Blue changes back to his original self and looks to Morningstar shaking and scared. "Just who in the blue bloody blazes was THAT!!!?"
Morningstar gets back on his feet and points to where the dragon was. "That... is your enemy... His name is Tyrel, and he is the one who murdered your mother and destroyed our lives! You are all that remain because of him. I have no other option but to leave you in the care of my best scientist and send you to live on earth. Stop Tyrel and save the Earth! It is our only chance to survive.
2 weeks later
Within two weeks, blue had forgotten the attack and forgotten his family. His power, however, was another matter entirely.
Blue awakens to a beautiful orange sunrise pouring in through his bedroom window.
He crawls out of bed and walks into the kitchen and sees a note saying the scientist had to leave and he was on his own from now on. Blue nods and takes a shower before grabbing his backpack and the Niteblade so he could run to his first day of school.
When he got to the main doors an explosion rocks the campus. Blue's demon wings unfold and he grabs his Niteblade, jumping up onto the roof of the school as chaos and screams break out.
A brown wolf girl named Yarny, who wore a brown sweater and pink dress watches in awe at the athletic blue fox as he jumps over her head. Blue sees a gigantic gargoyle and decides that the reptilian creature must have been the source of the explosion.
He took a slash of his sword sideways at the gargoyle, but the gargoyle blocked. He swung Niteblade at another angle, but the gargoyle blocked again. Blue then starts a flurry of sword slashes, each one ending in a clink, cut short by the gargoyle's claws. After a second barrage of lunges, the gargoyle knocked it out of Blue's paws, the sword slicing into the ground, sticking up just in front of Yanny. The female wolf hugs the sword tight, eyes glittering as she watches her hero fight the gargoyle.
After a hard punch, Blue is left hanging onto the roof by one paw. Suddenly, claws start to grow out of his hands, talons grow out of his feet, and his fur darkens.
"DEMONICHOSIS!" His eyes became a blood red as fangs once more grew out his muzzle. Everyone watching gasped in fear and horror as they see the battle between the two beasts unfold.
"IM GONNA TEAR YOU APART!" yells Blue in a gruff deep demon voice.
He flies up and all over clawing the gargoyle up into a million pieces. The entrails of the gargoyle fall to the ground, landing with a sick splat of bloody organs.
Blue changes back to normal and opens his wings. He grins as he runs down the side of the tall building and lands on the ground after a successful triple flip. He slides up to a standing position from his one-foot and knee kneeling position that he took when he landed.
Three foxes run to Blue. A yellow one with black tipped ears and a whip-sword, a red fox with a mean look in his eyes with two katanas on his back, and a green fox with a blue bunnyhug and faded black jeans.
The yellow one was the first to spek. "where did you learn to fight like that?"
Blue puts his hands behind his head. "I don't know... It happened when i got angry at a demon."
"I'm Lex by the way." She batted her eyelashes at him.
The green fox was the next to speak. "Hi. I'm Grant, the team mechanic."
The red stepped forward next, sticking his muzzle in the air. "Why bother with him? Who are you, demon boy?"
Blue points at the red fox. "Just who are you callin demon? I just saved your school, not to mention your scrawny ass and I didn't even get a single "thank you." Who the hell do you think you are and why are you armed?"
Lex puts away her whip and bows. "We are the Demonhunter Society and we were going to stop the demon that attacked, but it seems you got everything handled."
An orange beaver with a blue tail walks up to them and Grant introduces him. "This is Rex, our weapons mechanic. He makes our weapons while I maintain them."
Blue nods and puts the Niteblade away. He and opens his wings and hovers. "I think we should go home and decide what we are gonna do. If we are to stop whatever that THING was from bringing more in."
The red fox stayed behind when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" The voice was gruff but not deep. "It's me. Did the gargoyle destroy the school?"
The red fox shook his head. "No, he was a total failure. Shall we go to Plan B?"
The voice yells "WHAT? What destoyed it?"
The red fox replied "A blue fox with a black sword, sir. Is he a threat?" The voice yells out in frustration. "YES HE IS A THREAT! I THOUGHT I TOOK CARE OF THAT LITTLE BRAT THREE WEEKS AGO!" The voice sighs and stops yelling. "Keep a close eye on him and fill me in. Remember Exishio, I kept up my end of the bargain; you make damn sure you hold up yours. Click." With a shaking hand, he puts the cell phone away and walks to Blue's house to join the others, praying he won't fail his master again.
Blue opens up a map in his basement. "Since that thing attacked the school," he points to the school on the map, "we have to clear out the entire school campus if we are to stop these things from overrunning the town. Are we raedy?" they put their hands in the middle and clap them. "READY!"
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Knight Protector (Part 2) by Arilin
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Can Alfie come up with a plan to keep Liann and Muari safe and out of trouble with his village--and even if he can keep himself safe and out of trouble with them, does he want to? - _(Read [Part 1](http://www.sofurry.com/view/464374).)_ The mouse ran a hand through his short hair. "Now, I wouldn't
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"F/F",
"Fantasy",
"Fox",
"Humor",
"M/F",
"Macro",
"Master/Pet",
"Medieval",
"Mouse",
"Romance",
"Vixen",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464768-knight-protector-part-2
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*(Read [Part 1](http://www.sofurry.com/view/464374).)*
The mouse ran a hand through his short hair. "Now, I wouldn't want to go leaping to conclusions."
"What other conclusion *is* there?"
"I'm not sure," he said uncomfortably.
"I think," Muari growled, "we need to go have a talk with this Jedric."
Alfie's ears folded back. "No, no. I can't let you... ah..." He trailed off as both giantesses looked down at the phrase *can't let you.* "Poor choice of words. Sorry. I just mean I don't think you should do anything, you know..." He stomped his foot down a couple times. "Rash."
"I said 'talk,'" Muari said firmly.
"You can't just walk into the village and demand to see him."
"Why not?"
"You're *giants!* You can't... I mean, you *can,* but you'll..." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm worried a bunch of idiots will run out at you waving swords and pitchforks, and I don't want to see either of you hurt or see the village flattened."
"We're more careful than that," Muari said with an amused sigh.
Liann nodded. "So we won't be stomping if they don't bring out the pitchforks."
"You don't stomp with pitchforks," Muari said admonishingly. "You kick."
Alfie rubbed his face.
The vixen laughed, stroking his side lightly with a finger. "You have to trust us enough by now to know *we'd* rather talk, and it's hard to negotiate with littles who are terrified of you. I'm hoping we can work out something that lets us have *some* of your cattle. You have to give us some trust."
He sighed after a moment. "I think I already trust you both rather more than I trust Jedric. All right, I suppose I can head back and try to set things up."
"We'll all head over in the morning," Muari said.
"Wait. What about tonight?"
Liann scooped up the last forkful of her dish, other than the scraps by Alfie. "It's too late for you to travel back there now, and I think it's better if we show up during daylight. So you're spending the night with us."
"I don't think I should..." He trailed off, staring up as he watched Liann lick her fork clean, a few feet of tongue--just the tip--agilely winding about the tines.
"Should what?" Muari prompted after a few seconds.
"What?" Alfie mumbled, blinking rapidly. He felt his ears burning. "Oh. Uh. Should stay here. I should stay here. I mean, I *shouldn't* stay here."
Liann grinned in a way that made it crystal clear she'd noticed his stare. "It's just for a night, and we'll be very nice." She leaned down over the table, one hand resting by him, her muzzle just a few feet over his head, and added in a huskier whisper, "Just do *absolutely everything* we say and you'll be fine."
Alfie's mouth went so dry he thought his tongue would crumble. He stared dumbstruck at Liann's lips. And what he saw of her teeth. And that tongue, moving back there somewhere.
The wolf lightly cuffed the vixen's shoulder as she got up from the table. "Stop teasing him. He looks like he's going to burst into flames."
Alfie forced a smile onto his face, although he was close to hyperventilating. "It's okay."
"See, he says it's okay," Liann said with a mischievous grin.
Muari rolled her eyes. "You're terrible." She picked up both plates and headed to the kitchen to clean up.
Liann laughed, and held out her hand by Alfie, palm up. He climbed onto the soft pad without waiting for her request--or command--and knelt there. She smiled in a way that seemed less mischievous than pleased, then stood up and walked back toward the sitting area. "We'll have to figure out a place to keep you tonight. A pillow as a bed? I don't know if we have anything that would make a good blanket. A handkerchief, maybe."
"That's very nice of you. Although I really should... I'm not getting permission to leave, am I?"
"You're not, no. I'm sorry."
He looked up at her smile. "You're not sorry, are you, Miss Liann?" he said with a slight smile of his own.
She laughed, taking a seat on the sleeping pad. "No, but I'm at least trying to be good." She set him down on the pillow by her hand.
Alfie blinked a couple times, staring up along her body toward her face. "I'm not sure what you mean," he said cautiously. "Good?"
She leaned over, hands flat to either side of the pillow, so her arms were to either side of him and her muzzle--and chest--loomed straight overhead. "You're a cute little man who's said my wife and I are the most beautiful women you've seen. You can't blame me for having my curiosity piqued."
He swallowed. "You... uh... both really are."
"Even though we're both so big that if one of us kissed you too deeply you'd be entirely in our mouth, hmm?"
He couldn't quite suppress a whimper at that. "That doesn't make you any less beautiful, it just makes you kind of terrifying at the same time. But... I do trust both you and Miss Muari, like I said."
She grinned down playfully. "Then would you trust me to give you a kiss?"
His eyes widened. "Would you... want to? I mean, uh...." He glanced toward the question. "You're a married woman."
Liann giggled, lifting her head. "Muari," she called into the kitchen. "Would you mind if I gave Alfie a kiss?"
"No," Muari called back. "But if you try to leave me for him, he gets swallowed."
"What?" Alfie squeaked.
"Okay," the vixen said, picking him up again.
"No, that's not okay at--"
Then she kissed him.
Alfie had certainly been kissed by a woman before. He was in his thirties (*early* thirties, thank you) and had had a few liasions. He'd even been married for one deliriously happy year, followed by one passable year and three wretched ones until Janine had run off with a less handsome but inarguably more successful merchant. His years had been quieter and mostly romance-free since, but happy enough nonetheless.
The point was, he *knew* kisses. Lips weren't luxurious, wet leather you could rest on. Teeth weren't glistening ivory towers. Tongues weren't strong, flexing sheets of muscle wider than your body. Breath wasn't a warm, moist breeze. And most of all, a kiss wasn't something that lit up *all* your nerves at once, surrounding your mouth, your nose, your eyes, your ears while it brushed against your shoulders and chest. You lost yourself in a pretty woman's kiss metaphorically, not literally. A kiss didn't *own* you.
Up until that moment, Alfie knew all those things. After that moment, he didn't.
When Liann drew her muzzle away, her huge lips withdrawing a few feet and leaving his face and chest damp, he wasn't sure he knew *anything* anymore. He took a breath, then fell back against her hand, wrapping an arm around one of her fingers to steady himself.
"Are you all right?" she murmured, sounding both amused and concerned.
"Ngg." He took another breath, then nodded hurriedly.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes. Yes. I... uh." He looked up into her eyes, trying to steady his breath, and just nodded again.
"Then you should kiss me back," Liann said, and held him directly in front of her lips once more.
Alfie managed to suppress a reflexive whimper, even though he could feel his ears pressing against the sides of his skull. He folded his hands behind his back, and leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss.
"Better than *that,*" she whispered.
Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on Liann's lower lip, and gave the lip a nuzzle.
"That's a nice feeling," she said with a soft laugh. "Mmm." She moved him to her cheek. "Kiss me there."
Alfie hesitated, then put his hands against the fur there and gave the vixen another nuzzle-lick there.
She tilted her head up and held him in front of her throat. "There."
He smiled a little in spite of himself, and did as commanded.
Down in front of her collarbone, almost in her cleavage. When he looked from side to side he felt his ears starting to burn. "There."
Clearing his throat, he did so, right at the base of the collarbone. He was starting to feel not only distinctly awkward but very, very warm.
Her hand dropped again, and he found himself tipped forward so he fell--lightly--against the halter over her left breast. He stared up at her.
"There," she murmured.
Alfie swallowed hard, but put his hands on the edge of the halter, nuzzling the fur just over it.
Liann took a deep breath at that--which lifted his whole body up on her breast a moment--and let it out in a rumble. "Again."
Before he could do so, he heard footsteps approaching from behind and Muari's voice overhead. "Liann!"
He jerked his head up quickly, staring at the wolf as she sat down. He'd thought a displeased look on Liann's face was frightening, but the scowl on Muari's would have trained soldiers peeing themselves. What could he say? *It's your wife's fault! I didn't enjoy it! I'd do it to you if you were giving me commands, too!* None of these even sounded very good in his head.
"It feels good," Liann said, sounding apologetic but husky.
"He's a *he,* not an it, and--"
"I mean his little kisses. He kissed me on the lips and I wanted to see what kisses... other places felt like."
"He's not your pet, Liann, even if you think it's cute to give him commands to see if he'll follow. Don't think I haven't been paying attention to--"
As the wolf spoke, Liann swung her arm--with Alfie--over to her, and pressed the mouse to Muari's throat. "Kiss," she commanded.
Alfie did so. Muari stopped in mid-sentence and made a kind of surprised noise. "You're ducking the issue," she said after a second.
Liann lowered Alfie to Muari's halter.
"Don't you even think about it," Muari said warningly.
"Kiss," Liann said to Alfie.
Muari gave the vixen that *look* again, then Alfie the same look. "Fine," she finally said, sounding resigned. "Kiss."
He felt paralyzed for a couple seconds--then put his hands on the wolf's halter and nuzzle-licked the fur right over the cloth.
Muari took a deep breath.
"See?" Liann murmured smugly.
The wolf cleared her throat, then touched a finger to Alfie's side, running a pad up it. He squirmed between two sets of fingers and the wolf's breast. "Alfie, do you mind us making you do that?"
Before he could respond, Liann cut in. "He hasn't said no!"
"I'm asking *him,* not you," the wolf said with a smirk.
Alfie took two deep steadying breaths. "I... no. No, I don't mind at all. It's nice."
Liann's ears came forward, and she leaned against Muari, looking directly into the wolf's eyes. "Oh, *please* say we can keep him."
Muari sighed melodramatically, then kissed the vixen's nose. "Silly. You know it's his choice, not yours or mine."
"That's hardly fair." The vixen had a mischievous look again, her eyes directly on Alfie rather than the wolf now. "What's the point of being giant if we can't tell him what his choice is?"
Muari stroked Alfie in what was undoubtedly meant to be a reassuring gesture. "She's not usually like this," the wolf said in mock exasperation. "I think we'd better find you a place to sleep--"
"I can think of a few already," Liann offered, voice dropping into a smokily seductive growl.
"--before Liann gets any *more* ideas." Muari narrowed her eyes.
"I'll be good tonight," the vixen said with a laugh. "I promise." She stood up.
"We both thank you, I'm sure," Muari said.
"That doesn't mean I won't ask him if we can keep him tomorrow, though." Liann looked straight down at Alfie as she began to undress.
The mouse opened his mouth, but didn't quite find his voice.
"That's fair," the wolf agreed, standing up and taking off her clothes as well.
Alfie stood on the pillow and stared up, watching the yards of cloth come off, until both women towered over him completely nude. The vixen looked down at him. "Are you going to sleep in your clothes?"
"I think that's much safer," he squeaked hoarsely.
She laughed, lifting him up in a hand. Then the two giantesses slipped under the sheets together. Liann stretched out on her back, and set him down in her cleavage.
Alfie made another strangled noise.
"He'll be crushed if we snuggle too tightly," Muari said. "Or just roll over."
"He can climb up to the pillow," Liann replied. "I just wanted to give him some things to think about as he went to sleep."
"You are," Alfie mumbled, managing to focus on her face.
"Good. I'm going to go to sleep thinking about what we'll do tomorrow night, if you're here." She blew him a kiss.
The mouse looked at Muari as if for help, but the wolf was grinning just as much as the vixen as she reached over and put out the bedside lantern.
---
Alfie remembered stories in which people awoke after an utterly unexpected experience disoriented, unsure of their bearings. This morning was entirely unlike that, for he was *quite* sure where he was: on a vast, soft pillow, between the muzzles of two beautiful giantesses.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Despite Liann's teasing words, nothing untoward happened to him during the night, beyond his own twitch-filled dreams spurred by the scent and body heat around him. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, or to be hopeful or fearful about what the future would bring with the two.
No: he should be honest with himself. It wouldn't bring *anything* with them, more than likely. But with any luck it would bring an end to this whole knight business--and he'd be a hero, whether or not Jedric would admit it.
Sighing, he stretched, twisting himself from side to side. He felt ten years younger than he had last week. The thought made him wonder how old Muari and Liann were. Did giants age the same way he did? Maybe they lived hundreds of years. Maybe they lived *less.* He couldn't imagine a tactful way to ask, though.
With a soft growl, Muari rolled onto her back, head moving away from Alfie, and yawned widely. He looked *up* at those huge open jaws, glistening teeth high overhead, finding himself breathing faster, unable to look away.
Liann shifted position, rolling toward him. Her upper body formed a low ceiling as she moved to give her wife a kiss. "Good morning, love."
As they kissed--and kept kissing--Alfie's ears colored, and he forced himself to look away. He wasn't sure it helped; the sounds alone might have been more erotic than the sight.
Finally they parted muzzles. "And good morning, Alfie," Liann said. "Did you sleep well?"
"I--I think so. I don't know," he said, rubbing behind his ear. "I feel rested but I had, uh, restless dreams."
She laughed, straightening up and stretching. "I think I like the sound of that." If she noticed the way he stared at her stretch, she didn't comment, instead rising to her feet and slipping on some clothes. "I'll get some breakfast going, and then we'll head to your village."
He nodded. "I've been thinking about that, Miss Liann. I'm still worried that if you and Miss Muari just walk up you'll cause a *lot* of panic."
"We'll try not to look threatening," Muari said.
"I don't mean any disrespect, but I think there's only so much you can do about that. But--I have a plan. I think."
---
Under normal circumstances, Alfie didn't draw attention walking through the village streets. These were not normal circumstances. He'd barely passed the outskirts before a raccoon kit spied him and ran ahead, shrieking, "The knight is back!" By the time he'd gotten to the square at the village's center, seemingly half the town had come out to meet him, staring in shock, awe or, he suspected, skepticism.
Alfie scurried up onto the little wooden stage used by Lord Jedric for his interminable pronouncements, raised his hands over his head and bellowed, as much as a mouse could bellow. "The monster will trouble us no more."
The crowd went silent for a moment, then murmurs ran through it. "Alfie killed the monster?" someone shouted. Then it was repeated, without the questioning tone. "Alfie killed the monster!"
Jedric himself was pushing his way through the crowd, elbowing peasants out of the way until he and his two burly feline bodyguards reached the stage as well. "You killed it?" Jedric said, clearly shocked.
"It's dead," Alfie replied.
"But--but--" Jedric looked ashen for a moment, then suspicious. He walked up onto the stage as well, doing his best to look imposingly imperial. "The talk in the village was that you planned to reconnoiter the area first and decide what to do *then.*"
"I did."
"And *you,* alone, in a day's time, killed the monster."
Alfie put his hands on his hips. "You wouldn't have sent me out if you didn't think I was up to the job, now, would you?"
Jedric narrowed his eyes, but didn't respond.
The raccoon kit who'd first spotted Alfie ran up to the crowd from the east, the same direction Alfie had come from. "Giants! Giants!"
This caused more murmurs, mostly puzzled. "Giants?" Wolli said clearly.
The raccoon pointed. The crowd turned to see a giant wolf woman and giant vixen in the distance--a distance rapidly diminishing as the pair walked closer.
"And," Alfie continued in a loud voice before the screams could start, "I didn't say I did it alone."
That staved off *most* of the screams, which Alfie silently admitted was a better outcome than he'd privately feared. Even so, as Liann and Muari got closer the crowd started to draw back, the nervous exclamations getting sharper, with some mothers--and more than one father--hurrying their children away into homes.
"These are my *friends,*" Alfie continued, now speaking as loudly as he could without screaming himself. "Liann," he pointed at the vixen, "and Muari," pointing at the wolf. Each of the giantesses waved down in turn.
"Let me make sure I'm following," Wolli said, managing to sound cynical even as he stared up at the two. "On your first night out, you met two giants, and they killed the monster for you."
"That's about it," Alfie said.
"We just helped," Muari said. "It was all Alfie's idea."
"Oh, absolutely, he did all the work," Liann added.
Jedric grabbed Alfie's collar and yanked him down. "You fool, *they're* the monsters," he hissed.
"We can hear you, you know," Muari said, leaning over. The crowd gasped and started backing away in all directions again.
Liann leaned over, too. "The obnoxious little boar is Jedric, isn't he?"
"You *told them about me?*" Jedric growled, starting to look apoplectic.
"Maybe she's just a good judge of character," Wolli muttered. Laughter rippled through the crowd.
Jedric rounded on him with a glare. "Don't you see?" He raised his hands over his head. "Don't you all see? *They're the monsters!*" He pointed up accusingly at the giantesses. "I told you if you listened to them they'd trick you! And they have! And you've *brought them here!*"
The crowd started to murmur in confusion, punctuated by angry or fearful shouts. Alfie realized more than a few hostile glares were being thrown his way.
"You never said 'them,'" Alfie snarled back, thrusting his finger in the boar's face. "Not before. You *knew* there were two of them?"
"That's twisting my words," Jedric stuttered.
"Now, look," Wolli said crossly, "Is there one monster that you all killed, or are there two monsters standing right over us? I'd like to know if I should be running or not."
"If we wanted to kill you it'd be too late to run," Liann said helpfully. Muari kicked her lightly in the shin.
Some villagers were now running back toward the crowd--and the giantesses--with pitchforks, swords and axes. Jedric seized on the moment. "Get them!"
"Poke me with any of those and I swear I'll kick you into the next town," Muari snarled. They kept running. She took a step back, tensing up.
"Stop!" Liann yelled, raising her hands over her heads. A giantess yelling was, Alfie and the rest of the village learned just then, enough to stop a pitchfork-wielding crowd in its tracks, at least temporarily.
She put her hands on her hips, glaring around, and continued. "Look. Here's the truth. Yes, we've been the ones eating your cattle. We're sorry. But we thought they were from a herd we already had permission to eat from, and we told two ranch hands we met *here* that."
"Lies!" the boar shrieked, stomping his hoof. "We know you killed them!"
"Actually," Wolli said, "I don't believe anyone *knows* that but you." The rabbit put his hands on his hips. "How do we know they're not telling the truth?"
A fox carrying a pitchfork pointed it accusingly at Jedric. "Wolli's right. We never saw bodies."
"They *ate* them!" Jedric screamed hysterically.
"We did not," Liann snapped. "I bet you killed them and blamed us!"
"And think about this," Muari cut in. "Little Lord Bacon there keeps sending his enemies after us, giving them explicit instructions designed to trick *us* into killing them."
Liann leaned over again, fixing her gaze on the boar. "Which we really. Really. Don't. Like."
More pitchforks were raised again, this time all of them pointing toward the boar.
Jedric stepped back, looking between the two giants. Then abruptly he grabbed Alfie, one thick arm around the mouse's neck, the other hand holding his coarse dagger to his captive's throat. Alfie's eyes widened sharply. The crowd gasped in clear shock. Both giantesses sucked in their breath.
"Fine," Jedric hissed, eyes wild. "Yes, I knew about you two and *I* had to get rid of those damn farmers. And this is what's going to happen now. I'm going to go to the stables, and Smithson and I are going to ride out of this damned forsaken pit of a village. And you two are going to stay *absolutely stock still* until I'm over the horizon and drop him off." He started to back up, dragging the mouse along.
Liann took a step forward, fists clenched.
"Stay back. Back!" The boar scowled. "You were going to be the last one, Smithson, you know that? After you failed, I'd have petitioned for *real* knights to go in and take care of these two. They *have* tricked you, you know. You can't trust giants. Turn your back on them once and they'll eat you too."
Liann whined. "What do we do?" she hissed to Muari.
"I don't know," the wolf growled, ears back.
"What you do," Jedric said, voice rising to a crazy pitch once more, "is--"
A sharp *klunk* sounded off his head. He squealed, pitching forward abruptly, staggering and dropping the dagger. A turnip fell to the stage with another klunk and rolled off into the grass.
Jedric whirled. "You!" He pointed at Wolli, then let out an incoherent scream and charged toward the rabbit.
He made it five steps before Muari's hand closed around him. The scream rose an octave as she lifted him up into the air. "Put me down! *Put me down!* I *command* you to--"
She tossed him into her mouth. A very short, muffled scream ensued, followed by a wince-inducing crack and an audible gulp.
The crowd went dead silent for several long seconds, then started cheering.
Alfie motioned for Muari to lean over. When she did, he loudly whispered, "I thought you didn't eat people."
She gave a very small shrug. "Mostly."
---
"You know we're just going to end up with another royally-blessed bozo," Wolli said to Alfie.
They stood in front of the tavern, along with half the town. The two giantesses sat nearby. Nearly everyone had a tankard of beer; Liann and Muari had barrels--small for them in proper scale, but they accepted it in the spirit intended and seemed sincere when they complimented the brewmaster.
The ranchers weren't as mollified as the brewer, but they'd worked out a deal to give the giantesses some cattle every month--less than they'd been taking, but much less than the ranchers wanted to give away for free. The announced deal was to give the village the claim to having giantesses protecting it, with an unspoken acknowledgement that the most significant threat two friendly giantesses protected them from was two *unfriendly* giantesses.
"Oh, more than likely," Alfie said. "But it could be someone from this town rather than an outsider. Maybe even you."
"Me, work for the king? I'd rather be eaten by a giant wolf myself," Wolli snorted, draining the last of his ale. He glanced at the giantesses. "They're really married?"
"That's what they told me."
He furrowed his brow. "Not our denomination, I'm guessing," he said at length.
Liann leaned over and tapped her finger near the mouse and rabbit. "Alfie," she said when he looked up, "Do you want to stay here tonight, or come back with us?"
"I..." He looked around at the tavern, at the people, at Wolli's suddenly very arched brows. "How serious were you about... uh... keeping me, Miss Liann?"
She leaned down more and dropped her voice to a huskier register. "Very serious." Muari grinned over her wife's shoulder.
"Wow." He ran a hand through his hair.
Wolli put his hand on Alfie's shoulder and spoke in a low hiss. "*Keep?* Like a pet?"
"I think so," he mumbled uncomfortably.
"And you're *considering* it?"
"You don't... I mean..." He set down his beer stein and took a deep breath. "Wolli. *They,*" he gestured grandly with both hands at the two giantesses, "want to keep *me,*" he pointed at himself, "like a *pet!*"
The rabbit furrowed his brow, then looked at Muari, at Liann, at Alfie, back at Muari and Liann. "I take your point," he finally said.
Alfie looked up at the two. "I'll just collect a few things, and we can be on our way."
"Do you want to bring any of your furniture?" Liann said.
He blinked. "I really don't have much. My bed, a desk, a wardrobe..."
"Oh, that's easy. Which house is yours?"
The mouse pointed at a modest thatched-roof hut--which described most of the village--seven doors down the street.
Liann leaned forward, then crawled on her knees about twenty feet and pointed. "This one?"
"Yes."
"Got it." She ripped off the roof and scooped up the contents rather gracelessly. Alfie and Wolli both winced.
"Oh, Liann," Muari said with a sigh. She reached down and held out her hand for the mouse.
"Th... thank you, Miss Muari." He waved to Wolli and at a fair number of gaping townspeople. Most of them kept gaping, although Wolli waved back with a wry grin.
"You really don't have to keep calling us 'miss,'" Muari said as the two stepped out of town and down the road again.
"I--It's hard not to."
"You could say 'mistress' instead," Liann chimed in.
Alfie made a *glrk* noise.
"Liann!" Muari said warningly.
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Remnants of Love and Hope by Doctor Otter
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#6 of Tail Underground - The Emperor Xing smiled softly as he looked around at everyone enjoying themselves at the fair. It was good to see the smiles on the faces of the people of Han-Ma again. The war had ended exactly one year earlier and this fair was to commemorate the end of that war. Xing
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"Death",
"Fox",
"Gay Relationships",
"Love",
"M/M",
"Violence"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51790-remnants-of-love-and-hope
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The Emperor Xing smiled softly as he looked around at everyone enjoying themselves at the fair. It was good to see the smiles on the faces of the people of Han-Ma again. The war had ended exactly one year earlier and this fair was to commemorate the end of that war. Xing though felt heaviness in his breast not seeing a familiar face he had so hoped to see. Suddenly through the crowd he finally spotted him, the young arctic fox from Arca himself dressed in his regular dressings and a wearing his glasses, smiling and enjoying himself. "IAN!" screamed the young emperor in glee, "Glad you made it! Welcome to Ryo-Ma, capital of Han-Ma!" Ian looked over to the emperor and smiled softly, "Indeed, thank you for inviting me to the festivities Xing, everything here looks very colorful and the food!" he said gleefully. Xing nodded and chuckled, "Careful you don't drink too much... you'll end up in someone else's room!" He joked to Ian, "Let me show you around here!" After seeing the many sites and scenes within the capital Ian and Xing gently smiled as they watched other furs who dressed as a lung, an ancient dragon from Han-Ma lore, they saw many magic acts and wondrous scenes. Suddenly, the two came upon a young female fox that was sitting quietly in a fortuneteller's booth, dressed in fine silk and wearing a bandana over her head. "My lord Xing... might I tell you your future, as well as your friend? It's on the house..." she said smirking at the two. Ian stopped and looked to Xing, smiling gently. "A fortune, perhaps we should try it?" he asked. Xing looked wearily, "I'm not sure, some people would be here to scam us... but since it's on the house, what's to lose?" The vixen smiled and looked into her crystal ball and smiled. "My this is strange... I don't see a fortune... instead... I see... I see... a past..." she said slightly startled. Xing looked to the ball and then up to her, "Who's past?" she looked up to him and smirked, "Both of yours..." Inside of the crystal ball, the three of them saw a handsome young gray fox upon a horse, trotting along softly, the young man had his head fur tied back in a long pony tail dressed in finely polished armor and a pair of glasses marching along the dirt road gently. His gaze was laid upon a gentle young soul on the side of the road attempting to pick up his load. He was dressed in peasant's clothing that was tattered and torn all over, wearing with red pants and a white shirt, his flowing brown hair seemed out of place on a red fox such as himself, but it somehow made him more attractive. The young gray fox pulled the reins of his horse gently and dismounted, aiding the young peasant in his menial task. "Oye thank ye sir for helping me..." the young man began to say as he looked up to the young fox. When he saw who was aiding him, the peasant averted his eyes to the ground in utter shame as he realized whom it was, "Milord... Myer Brande... son of the High Duke Jules Brande... I... I apologize, I didn't realize it was you milord..." he began ranting, bowing profusely to his higher up. Myer merely stood there and smiled gently, "Arise peasant, you've no worries... I'm not one to pull my rank around here... what is your name sir?" he asked politely. The fox's lips quivered with fear, quickly answering, "Fiehrick sir... Miles Fiehrick, I run the orchard not too far from here... I'm sorry if I have offended you sir!" he said. Myer slowly took young Miles' paw and smiled softly, "Relax young one... I'm not going to harm you..." he said as he gently aided him to his feet. The young duke smiled as he ran his paw gently found his way to the fox's cheek gently and smiled, "You've no worries to offend me dear sir... I merely was trying to help you out..." Miles softly nodded as he returned to picking up the apples. Myer smiled as he aided him and looked to him as they finished, "Might I ask where you are headed good sir?" Miles looked down, obviously out of place talking to the future duke, " I was heading to my good friend's house, she was ill and I wanted to bring her some of my fruit to help her feel better." He said softly. The young duke smiled as he hopped upon his horse, "May I offer you a lift?" he asked softly as he smiled gently. Miles looked to him surprised, "N... No milord... I couldn't take a ride from royalty... would that not..." Myer shook his head gently and offered his hand, "I care not what others think, I wish to help... but I expect nothing in return..." he said softly, smiling. Miles looked up to him, "But I cannot do this for free sir... I'd be taking advantage of you Duke Brande... How about I treat you to a dinner tonight... after this errand is finished." Myer smiled gently and nodded, "That will be fine..." After some time when the chore was done, Myer and Miles dined on a fine dinner comprised of spiced meat, bread, potatoes and a fine cider from Miles' own Orchard. After dinner, Miles began cleaning off the plates as Myer watched on with utter interest, now out of the heavy armor and wearing a tabard and royal clothing. "Tell me Miles, how has your life been as an orchard owner?" Myer asked idly looking around the simple house. Miles smiled, now more comfortable and confident around his master, "It's a living, I make enough to live off of without worrying about going under any time soon, it's a great life I must say actually," He said softly as he began replacing the dishes into the cabinets, "though I do wish there was someone to share this life with..." Myer suddenly looked back to him and smiled softly, "So there's no Mrs. Fiehrick?" he asked. Miles shook his head, "I would think not... you see... I find... more pleasure spending my time with Men, that is if I made any sense," He said humbly. This peaked Myer's interest as he gently walked over to Miles and smiled gently, "What if you'd find this... man you're looking to share your life with?" he asked. Miles blushed at the question as he looked down, "Well I would forever cherish him... and he would always come before me... I would hold him and love him for the rest of my life... even into the after life I would love him." He said softly. Myer then gently wrapped his arms around Miles softly and smiled, "Really? Like this?" he said gently as he pulled the young fox close. Miles yelped slightly as Myer pulled him into an embrace and blushed even more, "But... but milord! Are you not scheduled to be married?" Miles said warily. Myer looked to him, slightly frowning, "To a worthless biddy that would yak my ear off? No thanks... besides... I too prefer men... Miles... I want to get away from the Dukedom... I'm no royal member... I wasn't cut out for that kind of life..." he said softly. Miles quivered gently, practically melting into the young gray fox's arms as he listened, "S... Sir Myer..." he began, only to be silenced as Myer turned the younger fox around and gave him a gentle kiss to his muzzle. Miles' eyes shot open at the duke's actions but he soon eased into the embrace, feeling so close to the gray fox. When they parted gently, Miles looked to Myer and smiled softly, "S... Sir Myer... I... with your permission... I'd... I'd like to make love... with you..." Myer smiled gently and began to undress the young fox before him, starting with his white button up shirt as he smiled, "Permission... granted..." Miles sighed gently as Myer slowly stripped him of his shirt slowly and lovingly as the two shared another embrace of muzzles as Mile's hands idly began taking off the duke's tabard slowly. As the two slowly made their way up to Mile's room, the heat between the two seemed unbearable, as the two quickly ridded themselves of their pants. The young duke looked to Miles and smiled politely, "I'll need your help first before I can slide in..." he sad gently, rubbing his shoulders. Miles understood what he was asking and gently lowered to his knees, giving his master gentle licks to his bulging sheath until that solid ebon member finally slides out, greeting the young fox's eager licking. Myer moaned gently as his love gently began licking the tip of his shaft gently, rubbing the back of the young red fox's head softly, enjoying the licks and suddenly was taken by surprise as the fox suddenly began deep throating him. Myer reared his head back in utter pleasure, he had never felt such desires, such forbidden fruits from another man before in which he desired for so long. After a few more moments, the young gray fox stooped his lover and looked down, murring softly, "It is time honey..." he said softly. Miles nodded in agreement and gently laid down on the bed, looking back to his lover for the night as Myer crawled over to him, spooning him as he guided his own member into the red fox's tail hole gently and lovingly. "ooooohhhhhh" moaned Miles gently as he felt that ebon shaft slowly slide into his bowels, "M... Master Brande... you're... you're so big... but gentle... I..." he began. Myer hushed his love softly and smiled as he gently thrusts into his mate lovingly and kissing the side of his neck, Myer could tell that Miles was burning in the passion of the moment, groaning and loving every moment of their closeness. Myer couldn't help but touch every inch of the young fox's body, everything about him was beautiful, even his member was beautiful as he gently began stroking it with a free hand. "ooooohhhhhhh Myer..." Miles moaned again, feeling that member slide in and out gently, "knot me Myer... I want to be your mate forever and always!" he said aloud to him. Myer smiled at this as he continued sliding in and out of his lover's tail hole when suddenly he thrusts one more time, shoving his knot into the young red fox's hole and groaning loudly as he climaxed. Miles reared his head back onto Myer's shoulder as he felt that knot tie the two together for the moment as he too felt himself knot up and climax all over his bed. After the two calmed down, Miles nuzzled Myer gently as the two spooned and wondered in the afterglow of the moment. "Miles..." began Myer softly, "I don't ever want to go back... I want to stay here forever, with you." Miles turned his head so he could catch Myer out of the corner of his eye, smiling gently, "Myer... I wouldn't have it any other way." Seven years pass and the two were wedded after their first year of living together. Myer never returned home and had gotten used to peasant life on the Fiherick orchard. Meanwhile, Jules Brande, Myer's father, was worried of his son's demise, and had been searching the world over for him. It would take a long seven years to finally find word of his son, but in the worst possible way. He came upon the orchard just as Miles and Myer were preparing to be off to market, selling the fruits they had harvested from the orchard. It wasn't that he found his son working along side a peasant, but when he saw the glimmer of wedding bands on both of their fingers, that drove him over the edge. The High Duke then drew his sword and dismounted from his white steed as he quickly walked over to the two. Just as Myer had began driving the horse and buggy away, Jules raised his sword and sliced through Mile's flesh, driving the blade directly through his heart. Myer looked behind him to see Miles fall to the ground as he stopped the horse and buggy and ran to his side, "MILES!!!!!!!" he screamed as he picked up the young fox's head. "M... Myer... I... I'm sorry my love..." he said as he closed his eyes gently, forever seeing the darkness of nothingness. Myer looked at his now dead lover and looked up to his father with seething hatred and anger none that he knew before. "FATHER!!!!!" he screamed aloud, "Why did you do this?! Why do you dare stand to see me in this state after killing the man I love?!?!?!" Jules looked to his son with disdain as he replaced his sword, "No son of mine is going to denounce his heritage and live as a peasant!" Myer's heart was filled with rage as he gently pulled out his own sword and charged at his own father "YOU'RE A MONSTER!!!!!!!!!" he screamed as he went for an attack, only to find a sword to be buried deep within his chest. Jules sneered angrily as he then shoved the blade deep into his son's chest, growling loudly, "From this day forward... I have no son!" and then he pulled his blade from Myer's chest, falling to the ground in agony. The Duke then looked over to a pair of twin kits over by the house, watching on with a look of bewilderment. Jules sighed heavily and looked to the Kits, gently picking them both up in his arms, taking them with him to the castle, and before leaving, as an after thought, the still alive Myer would see his own father hacking off the hand in which held the wedding band, causing Myer to scream in pain. As Jules left, Myer dragged himself over to his dead lover and held him close, panting heavily as tears gently flowed over his cheeks. "I... I'm sorry my love... I... I couldn't avenge you... I was too weak... to protect you." Myer then gave a gentle kiss to the young red fox's lips and gently faded into nothingness. It had seemed like eternity, but finally Myer slowly awakened to find himself in a graveyard, slowly sitting up and looking around, "W... Where am I?" he said to himself. Suddenly, he heard footsteps from behind him and as he turned around, a wolven figure stood before him, with the scythe on his shoulder, Myer immediately recognized who it was. "C... Crescent Moon!!!!! That... that must mean that I'm..." Myer stuttered. "Dead?" Crescent Moon finished for him and looked down to him, "Yes... yes you're dead Myer Brande. I'm here to lead you to your ultimate goal... whether it is here, or in the hellish pits of despair, or back on the planet... to find out you must follow me." He said calmly as he walked in a general direction. Myer nodded softly as he stood up and walked along the path with him. It had felt like days, but they finally arrived to Ellysa's palace. Ellysa had Myer tell her the story of his life, of how in life he was a righteous man who would help the needy and give to the poor when necessary, about the consequences of leaving his father and his title and the death of him and his mate. Ellysa nodded softly and looked to him and smiled, "Though your end was truly a tragic one Myer, you're welcome to stay on the Ellysian Isle if you desire... but no this, once you stay here... you may never return to your world." Myer looked at her, still sobbing from telling the gory details of his and his mate's death, "I want to be re-united with my mate... my lover Miles Fiherick..." he said softly. Ellysa nodded softly and looked to him, "You're mate is already en-route to the world again... if you wish to see him again, I can have you reincarnated..." Myer looked to her and smiled, tears still streaming down his cheek, "You... You could?!?!" he said. Ellysa nodded and gently began touching his cheek, "Since you died so horribly, I will grant you a gift... the gift not many receive... in the next life your fur will be snow white, you will have astral projection, and the ability to heal those who are wounded. You will be a Soul Fox..." and with that, Myer felt a sudden pull from behind him as his soul was suddenly pulled back towards the earth. It would take a few years but Myer's soul returned to earth in the form of a baby crying to a pair of brewmeisters in Arca. "It's a Boy!" said the father gleefully as he picked up the young snow fox kit into his arms smiling. The mother slowly held her arms out as the father gently gave the kit to her, she smiled gently and looked to her lover, "He's so tiny... and adorable..." she said softly. The father smiled and looked to her, "So, Isolde, what do you want to call him the seventh child of your litter?" The young mother smiled and looked to the father, "You know Liam... I've always loved the name... Ian... Ian Rainhardt." The father nodded softly and smiled, "Ian... wonderful name love." Meanwhile, four years later on the other side of the world, Miles' soul was sent to the land of Han-Ma as a young kit over there. His mother held him tightly in her arms, smiling as he gently suckled on her breast for nurishment. Suddenly, the emperor comes rushing in and smiled, "Mina?! Mina You have given birth?! When I heard from the other side of Han-Ma I rushed over here..." She smiled gently and looked down to him, "Yes My dear Lou, I've named him Prince Xing, the first of hopefully many children to come." The father smiled brightly at the young one as he fell asleep in his mother's arms, "Something tells me this lad will have a wonderous future ahead of him..." Ian and Xing stood looking at the crystal ball, wondering if what they had seen was true. Xing looked up and began to speak, "Oracle... is this vision..." but before he could finish, she was already gone. Ian looked to Xing and shivered a bit, "That was a little weird, but it would explain many unanswered questions between the two of us..." Xing nodded softly and looked up, realizing it was getting late, "We should return to our rooms... it is getting late, do you have a place to stay Ian?" Ian shook his head softly, "Unfortunately I cannot read your home language, I only know the language of Arca." He said blushing softly. Xing nodded softly and smiled, "No worries, you can come back to the palace with me... I'm sure Lady Sun wouldn't mind it..." with that, the two began walking back towards the palace. Ian suddenly stopped and looked to the crystal ball, blinking a bit, seeming very familiar, as if he heard of a story of a fox woman who had the power to see the past lives of ever being. Ian shook his head, dismissing it as a fantasy and began walking back to the palace, but from the shadows, stood the oracle as she smiled, watching the two leave. "Believe it or not Xing and Ian," she began, "But this is all true... and Myer and Miles were destined to live together in harmony... know this you two, you both will be each other's rock when being taken in by the storm." And with that she vanished back into the shadow, from whence she came, leaving unanswered questions of her true identity and mission.
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Animalistic [New Face] by Luna WhiteFang
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The sun was up early as it peaked over the trees and threw its bright streaks of light into the Den, Luna the alpha female and wife of Legacy stood up stretching and yawning, stepping outside the Den and sniffing at the air of the new morning she smiled 'A new day a new start' she softly giggled and
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"Cub",
"Friendship",
"Gay Relationships",
"Laugh",
"Wolf",
"Young",
"Young Love",
"Young Romance"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249709-animalistic-new-face
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The sun was up early as it peaked over the trees and threw its bright streaks of light into the Den, Luna the alpha female and wife of Legacy stood up stretching and yawning, stepping outside the Den and sniffing at the air of the new morning she smiled 'A new day a new start' she softly giggled and walked back in to wake up her mate.
Legacy who had taken his own son last night was tired and growled softly at his mate when she came to wake him up 'Hun...wake up...its morning...\*shakes\* Hun?' Legacy rolled over and covered his eyes from the sunlight grumpy he answer 'I am tired... can't I sleep a little longer?' she giggled and pushed her head against his back rolling him over again 'Nope it's a new day love...lets go have some fun'
Legacy eyed Luna and chuckled softly 'Fun ey? Well lets see what kind of fun' Legacy stood up and scooted outside stretching, he eyed Kaji who was still sleeping at the tree he laid him last night.
The cubs who were already up running around like they have a bear after them playing around and jumping on each other came running towards Legacy and Luna, legacy kneeled and eyed all of them 'So what's up for today? Hide and seek? Or hunt the flies?' the cubs screamed ''HIDE AND SEEK!!' and they ran all over the place, Legacy laughed walking over to sit with the elder Rin 'They grow so quickly' Legacy said with a smile 'Indeed they do, they remind me of you Legacy' Rin giggled softly patting his shoulder 'will you look after the cubs while I go hunting?' Legacy sniffed at Rin 'Aye will do' Rin answered 'Just don't be late there is a storm coming I can feel it!'
Legacy smiled calling his hunters together and leaving.
A few minutes after Legacy left Kaji woke up shaking his fur out in the warm sunlight, his fur shined in a new way that he could describe.
He walked across Rin, she sniffed 'And where are we going mister?' Rin said with a smile, Kaji turned around with a smile 'To the lake to drink, my mouth is dry' he said softly chuckling.
Rin eyed him shaking his head as Kaji walked towards the lake.
At the lake Kaji looked around and found the place where he and his father had a great night sniffing around he found some remaining cum what had apparently leaked out softly laughing he went to drink.
As he was done her lifted his head and saw a white wolf on the other side of the lake, he rubbed his eyes thinking he was dreaming No it was a white wolf. He eyed him the new face a wolf totally white with a huge fluffy tail, the white wolf lifted his head and smiled wagging as a hello, Kaji wagged back and the white wolf began to walk around the lake towards Kaji. As the white wolf came close Kaji could see his nice gold colored eyes, the white wolf bowed and sat down 'Hello, I am Proxy lonely wolf...haven't seen you here before, do you live near or are you a wanderer?' he introduced and asked.
Kaji smiled 'Kaji is the name nice to meet you...and no I live near here at the great tree' Kaji eyed at Proxy admiring his nice white and smooth fur and his golden eyes. 'So that means your with Legacy's pack' Proxy asked shaking Kaji out of his day dreams 'uhm...yes...why you know him?' Proxy smiled 'Yes Legacy is an very old friend of mine even before the War'
Kaji smiled standing up and wagging towards Proxy to follow.
Kaji led Proxy toward the Den and the great tree, as they arrived the cubs ran around them and the elder Rin eyed the new face 'Kaji is that a friend of yours?' she sniffed at the white wolf, Kaji nodded 'Aye but more important he is a very old friend of Legacy' Rin eyed him closely and gasped 'P-proxy? OMG your alive...I thought that the whole western pack died in the war where is the rest?' she asked.
Proxy lowered his ear and sighed 'well glad to see you again, the rest of my pack indeed did die in the war, I couldn't safe any of them...'
Rin sniffed sadly and pushed a kind lick through his cheek fur 'poor thing, if you want you can stay here you would have tot speak with Legacy and Luna though they are the Alpha's' Rin said calmly.
Proxy smiled 'Yes, I will Speak with them, Where is Legacy' he looked around 'Legacy is hunting for food he will be back later, now go play or just sit around see what fits till he gets back' Proxy nodded.
Kaji walked over to the great tree laying down against in the sunlight.
Proxy walked over to Kaji and smiled 'Mind if I sit here?' he asked tapping next to him, Kaji smiled and shaked his head 'No go ahead'
Proxy laid down and sniffed 'Mmm it does smell good here actually even though were surrounded by fire and ash' Kaji nodded tapping with his paw against the tree 'the tree gives of a scent in the sun it's the nicest smell I have ever smelled before' they laughed.
Kaji softly poked Proxy before he could take a little nap 'Hey Proxy...lets go to the lake' he said standing up Proxy after him they ran to the lake stopping on the point where Kaji had his fun last night.
'So what's up? Why did you want to come here?' Proxy wagged
Kaji eyed him and sat down 'Can I ask you something?' Proxy looked at Kaji with questioning eyes
[End Of Part 3]
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A birthday Surprise by Doctor Otter
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#9 of Tail Underground - It was late evening when Ian and Xing returned to Arca from Han-ma for an entire weekend of celebration. Xing softly smiled as he looked to Ian softly, "That was the most fun I've had in years... I can't wait for next years celebration!" He said. Ian chuckled a bit and
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[
"Anal",
"Fanfiction",
"Fantasy",
"Fox",
"M/M"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51791-a-birthday-surprise
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It was late evening when Ian and Xing returned to Arca from Han-ma for an entire weekend of celebration. Xing softly smiled as he looked to Ian softly, "That was the most fun I've had in years... I can't wait for next years celebration!" He said.
Ian chuckled a bit and looked to his friend, "Yes, you did get quite sloshed too Xing... you should probably hold back on your drinking." he said.
Xing shrugged it off and smiled, "Nah I'm ok, I only drink on joyous occasions, it helps me unwind."
Ian looked to him and rolled his eyes, "Yeah and to get you out of your pants..." he joked as he elbowed Xing in his ribs playfully.
They had finally reached the Tail Underground as Ian gently raised his key to open it up, "I expect everyone to be asleep, so I would suggest we keep quiet." he said softly.
He slowly turned the key and opened the door, blinking softly seeing a giant Birthday Cake and streamers all over the room, but no one else was inside.
"What... the..." Suddenly, everyone inside of the Tail Underground poped out from the hiding places, screaming "SURPRISE IAN!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" Ian looked over to Xing who was beaming with glee acting innocent as can be.
"Xing," began Ian, "You set this all up didn't you?" he said chuckling.
Xing smiled and shrugged softly, looking to him, "I have no idea what you are talking about Ian..."
Everyone was there, Voldren, Xi, Ping, even the five ninja who were staying at the Tail Underground were there, including Jubei.
Ian couldn't believe his eyes, his friends were there, the huge buffet filled with both Arcan and Han-Manese cuisines, a giant punch bowl, and no party would be complete without Bobing for apples.
Xing walked over to Ian suddenly and whispered softly, "Don't drink the punch, Voldren was the one who made it... and you remember the last time we BOTH drank one of his concoctions..."
Ian couldn't help but chuckle at Xing's comment and looked to him, as he was now carrying a huge box. "Here Ian," he said softly, "This is from me..." he said gently.
Ian couldn't believe that he would be actually celebrating his birthday on this day, he gently took the package and slowly began to open it.
As he finally opened it to see it's contents, Xing smiled, "It took me a while to find it, and the man who designed it wouldn't give me his name... but I found someone who worked with Orichalcum and can make your favorite weapons."
Sure enough, inside of the box was a brand new set of Orichalcum gun daggers, the very weapon Ian specialized in. Ian gently hugged his friend and smiled, "Thank you my friend... I will cherish them forever," he said.
Xing chuckled, "Of course you will... Those things will outlast you... my sword is made out of Orichalcum and it has been in my family for several generations!" he said.
Ian smiled and opened up other presents and all around had a ball celebrating his birthday with friends.
Later that night, Ian slowly began making his way up to his bedroom, sighing gently as he smiled to himself, again, he couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun. He slowly opened the door to find Emperor Xing in his room, sitting in his chair.
Ian looked at his friend and chuckled, "What's wrong Xing? couldn't handle the party?"
Xing smiled and looked to him, "Oh no..." he said in a seductive voice, murring softly as he stood up and gently disrobed. Ian blinked a bit as the Fox he had once mounted before once again stood naked in front of him. "I'm here..." Xing began, "To give you your birthday licks..." he said smiling gently.
Ian shivered gently at Xing's words, "I... I'm not much into violence like that..." he said.
Xing laughed loudly as he slowly walked over to close the door behind Ian and locked it so they wouldn't be disturbed, "Ian..." he said, "now do you think I'd be that cruel to you? my best friend?" He said as he gently began disrobing the young snow fox, softly cooing in his ear. Ian relaxed a bit to hear this and got into the mood a bit as he allowed the young emperor to disrobe him. After finally getting the clothing off, revealing Ian's body, including that lucious ebon member, Xing gently sat the young fox onto the chair and murred, "MMMMmmm... this is what I mean by licks..." said the emperor. With that, the young king began running that rough and pleasurable tongue from the bottom all the way up to the top of Ian's manhood, counting off each lick, "One...." Ian couldn't help but rear his head back, stroking the young emperor's long hair softly as he licked up that shaft gently, recievining intence pleasure from the licks. "Twelve... thirteen." the young fox kept counting, slicking up Ian's shaft with each lick, as Ian slowly felt himself getting closer and closer to climax, but not quite getting there after Xing finally counted, "twenty-eight..."
Ian panted heavily as he looked to the young fox and smiled, "Xing you are a tease aren't you?" he asked, running his fingers through his hair.
Xing smiled gently, "Would you rather I not be?" he asked jokingly.
Ian then ran his hands over the young king's body, feeling over the scars he recieved from the previous encounter, "You know... you do look sexier now that you have those scars Xing..." said Ian gently.
Xing blushed a bit and looked away, "Sir Ian... you're embarasing me..."
Ian looked down to the prince, murring softly, "We still have the problem of..." Xing nodded softly before Ian could finish, he gently stood up and stradled Ian's waist gently, murring softly as he gently guided Ian to his tail hole, groaning heavily as he felt it slide in gently.
"Ooooohhhh Sir Ian..." moaned the young fox as he felt Ian slide in deeper and deeper. As soon as Ian was in all the way, Xing began to rock back and forth on top of Ian, groaning softly and holding Ian by his shoulders whilst Ian held Xing by the hips. "Oooooooo gods..." groaned Xing as his soft rocking began to pick up in speed and roughness. Ian grunted heavily as he felt the young fox bucking on his hard member, grinding on it roughly.
"Oooooohhh Xing... Xing... I'm... I'm getting..." he began, but before Ian could finish, Xing began to instead bounce up and down, feeling Ian's slick ebon shaft slide in and out of his tailhole. Ian couldn't take any more as he tightly gripped Xing's Waist and thrusted him downwards, whilst he thrusted his member upwards into Xing, knoting him tight as both men shared a climax, as Xing's seed spewed over the both of them. Xing reared his head back in during the climax, and finally after a while settling down.
After a few more minutes, the two finally manage their way into Ian's bed, Xing was thoughtfully staring up onto the ceiling, whilst Ian was also contemplating.
"Ian..." began Xing, "Do you really think..."
Ian looked to Xing and blinked a bit, "That we were mates in a previous life? I've been pondering that too..." He said thoughtfully.
Xing looked to Ian and nodded softly, "It would answer many questions... but I find it a little convenient that we would find each other the way we did..."
Ian nodded in agreement, "We shouldn't talk of this... perhaps we'll discuss it more tomarrow... I'm kinda tired... with all that 'partying' and all" he said with a chuckle. Xing nodded softly as the two of them gently snuggle to fall asleep. Who knew what else lies in wait for these two in the future. ((Cause right now I sure as hell don't... ))
Hope you like the story Ian, since I couldn't actually buy you a present, I just decided to do the next best thing
anyways, all I've got to say at this point is
HAPPY FRIGGEN BIRTHDAY IAN R. SOULFOX!!!!
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Of Snow and Whispers by Lando
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Of Snow and Whispers Disclaimer: So what if I like Chus? So what if I like log cabins in snowy forests at night? So what if I like Chus unfing within log cabins in snowy forests at night? DON'T ASK ME HOW THESE CHUS KNOW HOW TO FUCK SO WELL, MAYBE IT'S IN THEIR GENES. HE AWOKE in the loneliest place
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Of Snow and Whispers
Disclaimer: So what if I like Chus? So what if I like log cabins in snowy forests at night? So what if I like Chus unfing within log cabins in snowy forests at night? DON'T ASK ME HOW THESE CHUS KNOW HOW TO FUCK SO WELL, MAYBE IT'S IN THEIR GENES.
HE AWOKE in the loneliest place on earth, just as he had left it. Kendy squinted open one slumber-bleary eye to confirm that, yes, his older cousin's log cabin was still safe; unchanged since he had drifted off to sleep this afternoon. Crouched comfortably within the thick folds of the futon's throw blanket, Kendy felt secure. But what had woken him? He yawned and curled himself forward into a sitting position, the Pikachu's paws coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
Blinking, he peered sideways through the broad window. Thick squares of glass crosshatched the view outside. It was still snowing, as it had been for days; but now darkness obscured the vista of snowy forest usually visible. Only the flakes nearest the frosted panes could be seen falling through the subdued lighting offered by the cabin's interior. By the judge of the hearth, he must have only slept a few hours: heavy twists of flame still licked against glowing wood within the fireplace.
Kendy yawned again. It was nothing. Everything was as it should be. He could just continue his little nap---
His ears twitched to the faint sound of claws scratching wood. Instantly Kendy was fully awake. He stood up on the futon and strained to listen. A predator? No. The sounds were too weak, and who was fool enough to be out in this weather?
The scrabbling noise persisted. It was coming from the main door. The yellow mouse slid off the cushion with care, dropping to the heavy rug and padding towards the darkness of the kitchen without a sound. It was adjacent to the living room where he had taken his nap, the wooden cookstove standing opposite of the heavy timber door.
Kendy considered his options. He had been here alone since this morning; and his cousin isn't expected back until the following week. He supposed if something bad was outside he could always just keep the door shut... but with the weather as it was, he doubted that was the case...
Presently the feeble scratching continued. Kendy guessed that whatever it was, the creature was fairly low to the ground: the noise originating from the base of the door. What he needed was light. He crossed through the gloom towards the door, his hindpaws clicking against the warm granite tile floor. Kendy reached out and flicked a switch. Warm light filled the room from low recesses beneath the upper cupboards. The Scratching stopped: replaced by the trace of a voice. The mouse hurriedly pressed one long ear against the heavy oak of the door, listening.
"---anyone there?" The voice was so weak he could hardly make it out. A young voice, like Kendy's. Could it be another...?
"Yes!" He answered, fumbling with the latch. "Let me open this door!" The voice behind the wood did not attempt a reply. After some exasperated curses under his breath he managed to release the lock and tug against the handle, feeling the frozen resistance of the hinges. Finally, a click and a burst of cold snowy air blew into the kitchen as the door slid open. His guess had been correct: another Pikachu slumped forward from the snowdrifts at the entrance, Kendy catching him mid-fall. He felt like an ice cube. Twisting around, Kendy pushed the door closed with his back, the other Pikachu propped shivering over his shoulder.
"Th---thank---" The frozen Pikachu attempted through chattering teeth.
"Shh, don't try to talk, not yet." Kendy said, half guiding, half pulling the other figure towards the fireside. Heavy down pillows already surrounded the hearthstones in a plush semicircle. He steered the poor mouse directly in front of the inviting warmth. Long shadows grew and stretched across the room, dancing with the rest of the darkness while the two silhouetted the cabin's only active light source.
Kendy was unsure of himself. What's the best way to help someone who's been out in the cold? All that ice in his fur... when it melts he'll really be in trouble! Without another thought he removed a heavy blanket from a cupboard mounted within the coat closet along the wall. Struggling with its weight, Kendy draped the downy fleece over his shivering 'guest'. Already he could see the ice melting from the mattes of the other's fur. Wrapping what he could around the shaking form, he did his best to dry the Pikachu, long ruffling strokes drawing the water from his yellow fur. Rubbing the best he could, he tried to ignore a warmth forming in his middle. His yellow friend still had his eyes clenched shut, but the shivers seemed to be lessoning
Once the Chu was as dry as Kendy could manage, he left his guest's side and stoked the fire. It required some degree of skill, the logs were considerably heavy and he didn't want to singe his fur. Finally the fire roared. Kendy glanced back, in thought.
Warm liquids... he needed warm liquids... Kendy returned to the kitchen and pulled a small electric kettle from the pantry.
He remembered a time when his cousin was reluctant to purchase such amenities, fearing it would ruin the 'rustic lodge' atmosphere. After enough prodding, however, he had given in to convenience. The same had gone with the TV, the fridge... even the toaster was debated about until they both got fed up with firing up the old woodstove every morning just for a slice. Besides, Kendy loved poptarts.
Soon the kettle hissed. The Pikachu inexpertly filled two small thermoses with hot cocoa. He returned with the steaming drinks, setting his own down on the stones behind him before offering his visitor the other.
"Here, drink this. It's nice and warm" He held the thermos out with both his small paws, the other managing to clutch the drink and pull it towards him; taking a sip.
"Mmm, it's good."
"Drink up, you'll feel better."
The other Pikachu did, lifting the thermos with both paws, his eyes closed from the pleasure of the hot chocolate warming him. Kendy sat opposite, letting his concerned gaze soften now that his guest seemed to be recovering.
After a particularly deep draught, the Pikachu slowly opened his eyes. The large orbs sparkled in the firelight as he swirled his mug, not quite black like Kendy's, instead they carried a deep azure somewhere within... giving them a quality of depth and kindness... Kendy looked on and marveled.
"Thank you..." the small Chu said, lifting his soft, innocent gaze to Kendy's own, his small voice carrying a warm edge which left Kendy with a swirling feeling in his middle.
"Don't worry about it." Kendy replied gently, leaning forward to flick away a final drop of melted ice from a lopsided ear. How many inches shorter was this guy? Three maybe, two at least... and his fur was a slightly darker shade... ruffled on the top of his head due to the hasty drying job. He must be just reaching adolescence, Kendy realized, the darker fur a sure give-away. Kendy himself had only just begun to notice his own shade changing. He guessed, then, that he was no more than a year older.
The two Pikachus sat in silence. For a moment he wished his cousin were here; being an adult, he would've known what to say... he always seemed to be able to find the right words. Instead, he stared into the comforting firelight that cast everything into warm
relief. A friendly crackling from the hearth and the occasional muffled gust from the blizzard outside filled the silence in a way that just begged for laziness. It was as if the whole world was pushing forward with a concerted effort to make these two feel completely at ease.
"My name's Kendy." He finally said: quietly and with a smile, still clutching his drink in front of him. Having almost forgotten it, he lifted the thermos to take a sip, tilting his head to the side a fraction "What's yours?"
"I'm Roi" The smaller Pikachu answered before glancing away "I- I really am glad I found you, Kendy..." He shifted closer to more comfortably face the fire. "You're probably wondering what I was doing out in that storm... believe me I didn't want to go out into it!" Roi winced as if remembering a bad dream. "The blizzard had come up while I was out... luckily I had found this... uhh... well I guess you could call it a den... I stayed there for a long while hoping to wait out the snowfall..." He shivered "But the whole thing collapsed from the weight of the snow. I had to dig myself out... I was so cold" Roi looked back from the fire, his eyes softening as their gaze met. "but then I saw the light from this cabin... you saved me, Kendy... you really did."
Kendy blushed at the attention, half-reaching his arm out to reassure his new friend, almost thinking better of it; a moment's hesitation before stroking a paw along Roi's shoulder.
"It's the least I can do." Glancing out the window, he added "But I think you and I are going to be stuck here for a long while... this blizzard is only getting worse, and my older cousin wasn't planning to be back for a week anyway..." Kendy groped for excuses "I don't think any of us should leave before we know it's safe. Besides, we've got plenty of food and firewood, and the power is still up..." Kendy smiled reassuringly, he hoped.
Roi Mmm'd an affirmative and smiled back... such a warm smile... Kendy began to feel guilty just by looking at him. Damnit, why was he getting so nervous? He was just a fellow Chu that he had helped... that's all... what was it that was making him feel this way? Kendy shifted uncomfortably, feeling his nosebridge warming.
God, I hope he doesn't see me blushing, Kendy thought; thankful for the low light the fire provided. He glanced over, noticing the smaller form had lain down besides him, curled into a crescent within the soft cushion of the pillow. The poor guy... he's been through so much... he deserves his rest...
Kendy let himself sink back into the pillow as well, watching the snowflakes fall lightly on the skylight and melt from the cabin heat. But sleep seemed to escape him. Kendy was too tense. He shifted onto his side and looked at Roi, wondering thoughts about himself and his sudden strange feelings... feelings... for this other Pikachu? No, that can't be right... one boy can't like another, can he? Isn't that sort of thing... weird? Two males can't... can they?
Kendy was pulled from his reverie by a whimper escaping from Roi. He froze, watching as the smaller pikachu shivered inches from him. Kendy was at a loss. Should he pretend like he's asleep? Should he try and console him? The poor Chu was so similar to him.... His eyes... his nose... his ears... he was so close... so much the same...
He was hurting, and Kendy didn't know what to do!
A single tear drew from the corner of Roi's closed eye, trailing slowly down over his cheekfur. Welling with affection, Kendy outstretched a paw and gently brushed the tear away. Roi's deep blue eyes fluttered open, glistening with unshed tears.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean---" Kendy began, starting to pull his paw back. To his surprise, Roi reached out and grasped his hand, squeezing tight.
"I- I was so scared, Kendy. I didn't know what to do" His voice was a shuddering whisper. "I thought I was going to die. I was so alone---" another tear slid down over Roi's red cheekpad, his eyes pleading. "I don't ever want to be alone again--- please--- don't leave me!"
His voice breaking, Roi pulled himself into Kendy's arms.
"Can... can I stay here for a while? Please? I won't be a bother, really I won't! Roi begged, crying silently into the larger Pikachu's chestfur. His paws gripped Kendy's sides, pressing close. "I want to be with... with you..."
"I'm here, Roi, don't worry..." Kendy mustered the will to wrap his own paws gingerly around the warm shape of the Pikachu. "You can stay." He tightened his hold, experiencing a rather strange concoction of emotions that he was struggling to sort out. Now that he was holding him, Kendy didn't want to let go. Strange, that he was so scared to just minutes before; but now he never wanted to let go. Was this normal? Was it alright to feel this? The Pikachu searched his memory, hoping to draw from a similar experience. All he found was an incredible desire to be as close to Roi as possible.
"Roi, please don't cry..." Kendy murmured, lifting up the smaller Pikachu's chin. "Please, it hurts me to see you like this."
Roi sniffled, using a paw to wipe an eye.
"I'm sowwy..."
"Don't be... It's just... you're so much cuter when you smile..." Kendy managed to whisper out, immediately regretting it. How could he be so rude? This Pikachu is hurting, and Kendy was... was... well, what exactly was he doing, anyway? Did he really want to do... be with...?
Roi turned the corners of his mouth and beamed at Kendy, his eyes still watery and so glittered in the firelight.
"Thanks, Kendy... you're the best... and I... I think you're kinda cute, too." It was Roi's turn to blush, the smaller Pikachu grinning back at Kendy, the two Chus breathing with their muzzles an inch apart.
"Roi... you know how those shows on TV talk about love at first sight...? Do you, youknow... believe in that? Because I... I feel... different... about you. Is that okay? I've never felt this way before... I really don't know how to say it any better..."
Roi fell silent for a moment, twirling Kendy's chestfur with his little fingers.
"My daddy told me that boys shouldn't like other boys... but I never understood... I mean, you don't seem like a bad Chu... Kendy... is it okay if we like each other? Would we be doing a bad thing?"
Kendy leant in even closer. Roi's breath brushed over Kendy's yellow fur like a hot breeze. His wet black nose was just in reach of the larger Pikachu's tongue... He had the most incredible desire lick Roi's face...
"No... Roi, I don't think it's a bad thing... Why should it be? How could something that feels this right be so wrong? I know, I know you just got here... but when you said you wanted to stay... I wanted you to mean forever... I.... just....you're so---"
Roi didn't let Kendy finish. Instead, he extended his rough little tongue and did exactly what Kendy had wanted to do, he lapped it gingerly across the larger Pikachu's nose.
Kendy blinked. The smaller Pikachu repeated his lick, this time with a mischievous grin.
"Silly, I'd want to be with you even if everyone else thinks it's wrong." Roi said, licking Kendy' cheekpad now. "You're the nicest Chu I've ever met... please... I don't want to leave..."
Kendy was about to speak when a more prominent voice called from behind. " We'll see about that!"
The two Chus whipped around, pulling apart from their rather close proximity in a flurry of nervous blushes. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen was a Raichu, who was slowly unwrapping a snow-encrusted scarf. He eyed the two with a look that carried a mixture of surprise an amusement. "Find a new friend, Kendy?"
"Uh, welcome back, Blake!" Kendy stammered, hoping his blush wasn't as apparent as it felt. "You're home early... was it because of the weather?" Blake nodded, looking annoyed.
"Yah, the whole highway was closed two miles down the road due to avalanches, and it's coming down too heavily to even bother plowing. I wonder what the ski resort's going to do, with all the stranded skiers up there now. There's no way anyone's getting anywhere in this weather." Blake grinned "Aren't you going to introduce me to this new friend of yours? It seemed like you two were already 'getting acquainted' when I came in."
Kendy burned bright red. He gestured embarrassedly towards the other Pikachu. "Uh, Blake, this is Roi. Roi, Blake. He's my cousin. I've been living with him for the past year."
"Nice to meet you, Roi" Blake said, crouching down to where the two were sitting. He provided a paw and a wink "I hope you don't mind sticking around a little while, I don't think it's wise for you to travel back home in a blizzard like this."
"Th-thank you, Mr. Blake sir..." Roi said, shaking the Raichu's paw. "I promise I'll be good... I really like Kendy, and---"
"Yes, I noticed" Blake replied, grinning even wider as the two Chus exchanged embarrassed glances. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not mad. As a matter of fact, I was getting kinda worried beforehand, Kendy has been dying for a playmate around, being cooped up in here all winter like this. And besides; "He gestured to the two slightly puzzled Pikachus "boys your age should always have a friend to be with."
Roi giggled and gave a sidelong glance to Kendy, who felt his blush renew itself upon his face. His cousin hadn't seemed bothered at all by finding the two of them snuggling and licking... in fact, Kendy mused, he seemed to be encouraging them! He watched as Blake thrust another log into the fire, before settling in front of the two, grasping his hindpaws with his hands. Blake was officially an adult and his 'guardian' since this fall, Kendy knew; but he could never help but think of him as the same cousin and childhood friend that the Raichu's always been. What was he trying to get at now?
"Anyway, come on, don't stop on my account, you boys are too cute together. Please, continue." Blake was wearing a lopsided grin now, his tail flicking from side to side. "Really, I don't mind."
Roi cocked his head to the side. Kendy gaped.
"What?" Kendy finally managed to say.
"You two cute things were just about to kiss when I walked right in. It would be rude of me to prevent that from happening."
"Are you serious?"
"Completely. Do you need proof?"
"Well, it just seems weird; you've never acted like this before... and--- uh... Roi, what are you doing...?"
The smaller Pikachu had climbed over to the Raichu's lap, planted his forepaws on Blake's creamy tummy, and was leaning towards the large Chu's face. His nosebridge was a crimson streak. He studied the Raichu intently.
"Mister Blake sir." Roi said with his sweet little voice. "Do you really want to see your own cousin kissing me?"
Blake blinked.
"Well, I---"
"Do you like me?" Roi continued undeterred.
"You're very cute" The Raichu repeated. "And you seem awfully sweet, I---" "Do you like Kendy?"
Blake fell silent. He lifted his eyes to where Kendy sat, looking for some sort of hint. The embarrassed and confused Pikachu tugged at the pillow in front of him, returning the Raichu's questioning look with a with a stare that was hard to place emotionally. Moments passed.
"I do, Kendy, I really do." The Raichu said, looking stricken. "Damn me to hell, but ever since you came here, I've thought you were the most darling creature ever to live... and you were living with me! Oh, you have no idea how often I've thought of you.... Dreamed of you... Please... Kendy... Don't be mad..." He blinked back sudden tears, looking away. "God, this sounds so pathetic. I am such a perv."
Kendy's throat felt dry. His cousin was in love with him? Sure, Kendy had had thoughts, but he always had to dismiss them as irrational, because, well: Blake was his cousin! That wasn't supposed to happen, was it? He recalled how once he had discovered Blake fallen asleep on the couch, in a particularly alluring position... and he had felt... At the time Kendy had dismissed those feelings. Now, however, Blake was telling him directly that he had a crush... on him!
Suddenly that didn't seem like all that bad of a situation to Kendy. He pulled himself up, walked over to Blake's searching face, and kissed him lightly on the nose.
"If you've liked me for as long as you say, you're going to have to make up for lost time." He gazed directly into Blake's eyes, his blush fierce and tail wavering, but determined to set things straight.
"I---I love you, Kendy."
Kendy thought for a minute. He glanced over at Roi, who was apparently getting a kick out of the whole thing. He nodded back in approval at the larger pikachu, giggling. Kendy turned back to the Raichu, crossing his arms in mock disbelief.
"Show me."
Blake did.
More specifically, he leant down and grasped the Chu's shoulder, pulling him up to meet the Raichu's lips. With a dreamy look of someone whose dream was just being fulfilled, he coaxed the Pikachu to let his tongue slide into his mouth, locking their muzzles together in the silhouette of the fire.
Kendy let his eyes close as a feeling washed over him, one both foreign and familiar, and definitely pleasurable. Blake's rough Raichu tongue played with his own, his stronger arms nuzzling the Pikachu's body against his warm fur, pressing them closer.
If this was only kissing, Kendy thought, then he couldn't wait for what else was in store for him!
After what felt like an eternity, Blake broke with Kendy slowly, transforming the deep kiss into a series of little pecks that traveled down the Pikachu's furry neck, causing Kendy to murr the slightest moan in response. The Raichu migrated his kisses until they finally reached his cousin's ear, whispering:
"Proof enough?"
"Oh yes..."
Roi couldn't help but giggle again, falling back into the pillow with his arms outstretched. He pointed a finger at Kendy's middle. "Look!"
Kendy did, and felt the blush on his face broaden. In between his yellow hips he sported the glistening red of his erection. Roi scurried over to inspect, sniffing the twitching meat with interest. The larger Pikachu started to push him away embarrassedly, but Blake put a paw on his shoulder.
"Come on, you cute thing... he wants to taste it... why don't you let him?" The Raichu said, tugging Kendy over as he got the two on the couch. Blake climbed up as well, and Roi was the first to notice the Raichu's own endowment pulsing in the air. He scrabbled for it; but Blake caught him in time.
"Heyyyy..." Roi began, but his complaint was cut off by a kiss of his own, Blake's muzzle pushing the young little Pikachu into the couch cushions, worming his tongue into the small Chu's cute little mouth. He only squirmed a moment, his hindpaws kicking once in the air before settling down. Kendy watched, a lusty interest building up from within him. His gaze drifted down to the other Pikachu's crotch, whose own little wet cock was beginning to peek out from its sheath. Licking his lips, he doubled over from his sitting position and crawled to Roi, the younger Pikachu and Raichu too busy exploring each other's muzzles to notice Kendy's sudden proximity to the boy's growing package. He watched with fascination as the red flesh forced its way through the sheath's opening, its moisture reflecting the firelight.
Hypnotized, Kendy leant forward and planted a kiss on the head. Roi twitched in surprise, but his muzzle was otherwise occupied, so Kendy continued. He started with another kiss along the shaft, appraising the gleaming wetness that had a musky, salty hint to it.
Kendy moved downwards, to where the base of the shaft met the confines of the Pikachu's sheath. A sudden desire to explore it with his tongue welled up from within him, so without a word he pressed his muzzle to the base of his friend's cock, forcing his tongue underneath the furred barrier. Roi moaned gently around Blake's tongue, kicking his hips upwards again, pushing Kendy's tongue down until he could explore no deeper. He slid it out again, licking his lips once more before reverting his attention to the tip, which had bubbled a stream of precum in the meantime. He sampled it, sucking the red apex clean with his muzzle.
Roi was now free of the Raichu's muzzle, looking down on the other young Pikachu with a panting grin. His chest moved up and down for breath, the yellow fur slightly damp with sweat already. Blake lay besides them, his tongue still suckling at Roi's ear. Kendy couldn't help but giggle; it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
The two lay in a rough circle; with Roi on his back in the middle and the two others on their sides attending to him. He almost looked drunk with pleasure, his blush never subsiding.
"I'm glad I found you guys..." Roi breathed.
"We're not done with you yet" Blake said, rubbing his paw across the little Pikachu's tummyfur. He exchanged mischievous glances between the two panting Chus. "Do you want to try something a little different?"
Kendy and Roi looked at each other. The smaller Pikachu seemed ready to say yes to anything. Kendy was liking this, too... Just the fact that they were all on the couch staring at each other with bobbing erections was enough to make him want to paw furiously. He nodded to Blake, and Roi grinned a yes, so the Raichu got to his hands and knees and pulled his cousin over onto his back. Kendy almost got a question out, but it was caught in his throat by the sensation of his cousin's tongue wrapping itself around his prick. He instead breathed in sharply, shivering at the rough texture as it scraped along his cock. As soon as it started, though, it was over, and when he opened his eyes again he found the Raichu licking his own self down! And then it hit him. The Raichu was using his spittle as lube for... for... uh-oh...
Blake snugged himself close to Kendy's tail end, grasping his cousin's hindpaws and massaging them gently as he looked down at the Pikachu's form with a lusty sparkle in his eyes.
"Roi." He said, beckoning with a 'come hither' expression. "Why don't you climb up on top of your Pikachu here?" He patted Kendy's tummy invitingly, before helping an eager Roi slide up on top of Kendy's yellow stomach. "Now, I just got Kendy slicked up... You could... youknow..."
The little Chu blushed and nodded, letting the Raichu grasp his sides. Blake lifted him up the four inches required, and positioned his tailhole directly above Kendy's twitching, awaiting cock. Kendy watched this with his eyes widening. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Blake lowered the little Pikachu down on top of Kendy's red member. The crimson tip came in contact with Roi's tight bud of flesh, resting there a moment before being coaxed into opening for the Pikachu's maleness. The whirl of muscle shuddered in its attempts to repel the invader, but Roi's own weight was too much for his tailhole to hold back.
Roi was forced to exhale a whimper, the feeling of his virgin penetration a new and uncomfortable one. He could feel Kendy's inches slide into his body, a warm prodding that slowly developed into a sensation of fullness that grew until he realized that had bottomed out; holding his Pikachu friend within him to the hilt. Their bodies once more pressed together, Roi opened his eyes to view the expression of pure bliss showing on Kendy's cute little face.
"You're... so good..." Kendy exclaimed in a whisper. It was tight. God it was so tight. He held Roi's sides now, taking in the view of another young Pikachu embedded on his cock, Roi's own bobbing free; looking so incredibly sexy...
That expression of intoxicated lust is just so hot, Kendy thought to himself.
He had little time to think more of that, though, for suddenly a wetness pressed against his own tailhole. He cocked his head to the side to see Blake gripping his hips, giving him another one of those killer grins, saying:
"Are you ready?"
"Oh god, Blake, hump me... please?" Kendy heard himself say.
Blake didn't reply with words, instead he pressed forward gently. The Raichu's larger endowment jammed itself against Kendy's sphincter, gaining entry with some difficulty. Kendy cried out. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It burned, but it burned good.
Blake hoped he wasn't too big to fit inside his little cousin, because he wanted to fit it ALL in. The feeling around his cock was incredible. He watched as he thrust in deeper, feeling Kendy's slick, warm insides being forced aside, all the time trying to halt his entry. He gripped the Pikachu tighter; pressing up against Roi's back, stuffing the next inch in. Each time he moved forward, Kendy whimpered: a cute Chu whimper that made Roi giggle as he looked over to watch Blake's progress.
Three quarters in, Blake felt like he had no more room to go. He paused for a moment before trying again, pushing in slower this time. Slowly, very carefully, he managed to pack the last bit of his length into his cousin, his furry hips pressed tight against Kendy's own. The Raichu and the two Pikachus exchanged looks, panting from the pheromonal musk floating about them. The fireplace crackled.
Roi let himself lie down on Kendy's belly, since the larger Pikachu's cock usually pointed nearly parallel with his tummy anyway. He kissed Kendy on the nose, whispering a silent "I love you".
As if on queue, Blake began to let himself slide back out of his cousin's tail end. Kendy shivered, the fullness that he had just gotten used to was suddenly taken from him. At the same time, Roi humped himself forward, sliding his cute little cock against Kendy's soft bellyfur, sliding Kendy's own prick out about halfway before humping himself back on to it again. To Kendy it was heaven. Each time Roi humped forward on his cock, his cousin would glide out, generating a dual sensation that set the poor Chu's pleasure center in his brain on overdrive. He strained to keep his eyes open, wanting to absorb every move, every twitch, and every spasm from the scene.
Blake bent over the Two Chus in effort, letting himself pull almost entirely out of Kendy before packing his Raichu meat back in. Each time his tailhole clenched, and each time Roi murred from the desperate thrusting Kendy was attempting to achieve as the smaller Pikachu pierced himself over and over again. Almost as an afterthought, Blake reached a little further around and starting giving Roi a reach-around, loving the sensation of the small Chu's penis leaking pre over his masturbating paw.
Roi couldn't take it anymore. His mind wasn't used to such treatment, and his body was showing it. The Pikachu started to hump Blake's paw sporadically, his eyes slits from effort. Feral instincts kicking in, he began to "chu" repeatedly in little gasps, his hips tweaking in an effort to get off. At last, Roi's little furry sack spasmed, and Kendy watched as the smaller Pikachu sprayed his seed in little arcs that splattered across his partners' yellow chest and face. Roi yelped; Blake's paw finishing him off to his final spasms, burbling the remainder of his cum into Kendy's fur underneath him.
Kendy could have died from the cuteness factor. The sight of that little Chu soaking them both with his sticky white fluids, combined with the waves of pleasure radiating from his backside; was enough to push him over the edge. He gripped Roi's sides and thrust as far in as he could go, trembling as he felt his body let go. His orgasm came in cascades of bliss, feeling his gravy spurting into the Pikachu in waves of thick, sticky warmth.
The Raichu wasn't about to be left out. He doubled his efforts, cramming himself into Kendy with an increasing tempo until finally his threshold snapped, his balls jumping, and he doubled over, wedging his all-too-large cock in as deep as he could manage; determined to plant his seed deep.
Kendy watched Blake's face contort with pleasure and exertion, sensing a remarkable trickle of heat fill him from deep within. It grew in surges in time with the Raichu's spasms, until finally Blake could offer no more.
Blake exhaled with a shuddering sigh, looking back with a smile at Kendy's intoxicated grin. Even though it had only been a minute longer, Roi had already collapsed on Kendy's belly, lying in the sticky puddle of his own spunk on top of the other Pikachu. Kendy stroked one of Roi's ears idly, his blush the reddest it had been all night.
"I love you," Blake murmured, pulling himself from the Pikachu's backside. He slid up and besides his impromptu lovers, snuggling them close. Roi opened his eyes and smiled tiredly. "And you." The Raichu said. Roi offered a lick to his nose, and then to Kendy's, managing a giggle through his sexual exhaustion. "Mmm, so this is what sex smells like." Roi mused, breathing in the hormonal cocktail. "I like it."
Kendy nodded, looking up at the skylight. The snow was falling even heavier now, coming down fast enough that the heat from the cabin was unable to melt it off the window. The only sound was the trio of tired breathing and the occasional pop from the fire. They were totally cut off from the outside world. Completely isolated, entirely alone.
Kendy smiled in the darkness, feeling that for the first time in his life; that was just fine with him.
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BCI - Test Log Number 12 by SykoSykes
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In the Research & Development Department of Black Crest Industries, safety is of the utmost importance; ignoring this can lead to scientists getting more involved the research than usual... - Sorry this took so long to write and publish, college got in the way and I had to drop it halfway through
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[
"Black Crest Industries",
"Digestion",
"M/M",
"Mouse",
"N/C",
"Other",
"Otter",
"Rabbit",
"Science",
"Vore (soft)"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696781-bci-test-log-number-12
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Sorry this took so long to write and publish, college got in the way and I had to drop it halfway through for the longest time... But now it's here! So please enjoy!
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VORE. IF THIS BUGS YOU OR YOU'RE NOT LEGALLY ALLOWED TO ENJOY IT, PLEASE LEAVE. THANK YOU
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Sierra took a deep breath, smiling and looking out at the new test chamber beyond the glass in front of her. It had already been established by the commander that her department was going to get rather hefty funding for their work, but this was completely unexpected. Her results of device 3b -or the Anaconda, as she had decided to call it- had left the commander extremely pleased, which was surprising considering she had failed to gather any info from the two subjects. As a result the commander had little more than doubled Research and Development's funding, which allowed them to obtain better equipment, better containment gear, and much better testing rooms, such as the one the brown rabbit was looking into now. The last two were especially important following her last private test; if things had gone any differently, the head of R&D would be nothing but another codenamed subject at this point.
Remembering the test at hand she smiled again and looked through the one way glass at the naked mouse standing inside. The boy looked no older than seventeen, and showed no signs of being bothered by his nudity, even though he must've known he was being watched, simply sitting and leaning against the wall. Some of Sierra's workers had found the kid rooting through the trash in an alleyway, and after a short questioning had learned the mouse was homeless, with no family. Upon hearing this they had offered to feed the mouse if he'd only volunteer for a few tests, and now here he sat. Sierra would have to give a bonus to the workers who had convinced the kid; she liked the clever little word play they had used to persuade him.
Raising her ever-present recorder to her mouth, the rabbit took one last breath and pressed the button; "Test Log Number 12; Testing of Augmentation 5a, codename 'Glutton'. Augmented subject is one mouse, age seventeen; variable subject is one otter, age twenty-seven. The otter in particular is one Mr. Hansen, the very same Mr. Hansen that caused the...incident... of four days ago." Sierra stopped recording at this, and rubbed her temples. That idiot of a scientist was now learning the hard way what happens when you make a fool out of her. The fool had endangered her and the Commander, to the point where the Commander had actually mentally blocked out the whole ordeal. She dreaded writing that report and reminding him. Regardless, she had to get back to the task at hand.
"Subject at hand -henceforth to be referred to as Alpha- has been augmented with a genome modifier, located at the base of his neck. Alpha has not been told of this augmentation, and will remain clueless until the Commander decides it is fit to be disclosed, if ever. The genome data contained within the augment is a selected section from my second in command at R&D; those with clearance to listen to this Log know of her...condition. The genome selection I was particularly interested in had to do with the digestive tract. Theoretically, this augment should grant its holder a much more elastic digestive tract from the mouth all the way to the intestines, the ability to unhinge and stretch the mouth and jaw, some increased strength to help with feeding, and finally, a much stronger and more efficient digestion. Along with these genome adjustments to the subject, this particular instance of the augment includes the ability to induce feral, uncontrollable hunger in its owner via remote signal. Rather than ramble on and on about what exactly this sort of augmentation can be used for, I've decided to use our newly-installed cameras and record and example. Please refer to the video included with this report for this next part."
The rabbit stopped the recording and pressed the microphone button on the panel next to the window, playing her voice into the blank chamber where Alpha sat. "Subject Alpha, thank you so much for your patience. The main test is about to begin, and then we'll get you your meal, alright?" The mouse jumped a little at the sudden voice emitting from hidden speakers, but after a second he looked towards the one-way mirror and nodded. Turning on the cameras also hidden in the room with another switch, Sierra took a second to speak into a small transmitter to her scientists. "Please send in Mr. Hansen now." A second later a section of the test chamber's wall slid open, and the naked otter was forced into the room, wall closing right behind him. A panicked look in his eye, the otter immediately started pleading to the almost empty room while the mouse simply watched curiously.
"M-Miss Sierra, please, let me out! It was a mistake, I promise it won't happen again! I-I won't tell anybody about what happened to you and the Comman-"
"*Mr. Hansen, you will cease this pleading at once.* You are to do as we say and follow instructions given to you in this test. Afterwards, we will return you to your role on department staff... Or would you rather enjoy some time with subjects 3b-1 and 3b-2..?" Hansen paled at this, and muttered a small "n-no thank you ma'am..." at the threat of being with those subjects. He had heard the stories about how messed up some of the experiments were -hell he had conducted one or two himself- but the rumors about those two subjects were enough to make anyone shiver. "Good. Now, please great subject Alpha, you'll be working with him today. Alpha, please stand up now." The mouse quietly took the hand offered to him and stood up, simply nodding the otter before him. Although the conversation that had just happened between the otter and the voice was concerning, all the boy really cared about was finishing these tests and getting some food.
"Now I want you two to kiss for ten seconds. Nothing fancy or romantic required, simply hold contact for ten seconds." The two subjects both made a rather unpleasant face at this request; neither felt that way about other guys, and in fact Hansen was going to celebrate his two week mark with his girlfriend in two more days. The mouse wasn't with anyone himself, but saw no appeal in kissing the naked otter in front of him. However, both knew the stakes to disobeying their orders, and after several awkward seconds of turning red and awkwardly inching closer to each other their lips finally met- an awkward, uncomfortable link between the two. At this point Sierra switched the microphone to only record to the video, pressing a button on a remote as she did. "The point of this contact is to give subject Alpha a taste of Mr. Hansen; during this I've activated the augmentation's hunger protocol. We should see a shift in Alpha's behavior very soon."
Even as the rabbit spoke to the camera, Alpha's eyes visibly widened. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted more of the otter. To Hansen's surprise he felt the mouse press against him firmly, licking at his lips. Trying to push away, Hansen found himself grabbed by the mouse, who was now openly trying to make out with the otter, head tilted and mouth open. Even more disturbing was the fact that even as he struggled, he could feel that the mouse forcing himself on him had an unusually big mouth...in fact, the otter swore it was getting wider and wider- but that was impossible, right?
"Alpha is clearly reacting to augmentation's effects at this point, and the first sign of his jaw unhinging and expanding is visible as instincts take over. Mr. Hansen is going to learn the hard way what this test is about in only a few more minutes, once Alpha reaches the next step." Watching Alpha's mouth now covering half of Hansen's face, Sierra once again felt a very distinct bulge in her lab slacks. It appeared her arousal at the sight of her tests was going to be a regular thing; this bothered her slightly, though it wasn't terribly difficult to ignore.
Alpha knew something was wrong with the situation as his lips slowly enveloped more and more of the otter's face, but his mind was rather hazy, and he had finally figured out the reason he was kissing so intently; the otter tasted good. So he held the otter close and opened wider and wider, not complaining that his body was allowing him to do something so crazy. Suddenly he had an idea, and pulled away from the Hansen's face, who proceeded to gasp and pant in terror. Unfortunately for him the respite was only a short one, as the mouse successfully found himself able to open his mouth to a gaping size. With Hansen looking into the dark hole with terror, Alpha suddenly lunged his head forward, mouth engulfing Hansen's entire head.
As everything suddenly went dark for the river mammal, he let out a short cry, feeling saliva soak into his fur as he was forced to close his eyes from it all. The mouse's mouth was hot and humid, and he could feel the breath blowing against his face as the mouse panted in excitement. Before he was able to take in anything else, he felt the mouse lift him up in his grip, the augment's strength kicking in. With a wet, sickening gulp the mouse swallowed, otter yelping again as his head was squeezed and pulled into Alpha's throat, shoulders now enveloped in the warm muzzles as Hansen sputtered and kicked helplessly.
Sierra watched with a sadistic grin as the mouse gulped again, Hansen's shoulders disappearing into the hungry mouse, his upper arms pinned. This was going much better than expected! She knew that the augment should go just fine in theory, but she had never actually seen anyone other than her main assistant actually eat someone and even then only because she had walked in on it. Yet here she stood, watching as the test subject easily gulped away at someone as big as him, microphone recording every last noise as the otter's chest started to disappear into the mouse's gullet now, throat bulging with the squirming meal. A way to deal with prisoners and other troublesome individuals while also feeding soldiers and workers, it was genius! She'd be happy to show this off to the commander and prove that the new cash flowing to her department wasn't a waste. Pulling up a private memo on her mobile computer, she made sure to save a copy of this test for herself...
Back in the chamber, Alpha happily continued to feed himself, eyes glazed with simplistic pleasure as he continued to heft the otter up and into his mouth, tongue sliding all over the squirming scientists belly as he continued to fruitlessly struggle. It was hard for the mouse to focus on much, but it felt so amazing to have his throat filled, and he could feel his meal's head starting to fill his stomach now... he was practically shivering with the anticipation of getting the rest of the squirming, kicking otter into his eager and grumbling gut. Hansen, on the other hand, was growing exhausted as he continued to struggle; legs kicking into the air now as his large tail flopped around, head finally out of the tight throat, but now in a small, humid empty space as his shoulders slowly joined him. He could feel the mouse gulp down every few seconds, pulling him deeper in, throat wetly squeezing and massaging his body as it was coated in spit. Shuddering as he felt the warmth of a tongue tease his crotch for a few seconds before gulping it down as well, Hansen whimpered meekly now, exhausted yet still trying to weakly escape. Alpha's stomach was starting to distinctively bulge out in the shape of an otter, and as he gulped down the poor scientist's thighs, only his tail and lower legs remained, weakly kicking. Tilting his head back, Alpha proceeded to quickly slurp them down, closing his mouth slowly as he felt the last of the tail slide down his throat, a dumb grin on his face as he slowly started to rub his bulging, grumbling gut.
Sierra watched quietly, barely breathing as she watched the subject's belly squirm and wiggle, the mouse happily rubbing over the bulges with his hands as the loud gurgling could clearly be heard over the speaker. Slowly over the next few minutes, the squirming came to a stop, the distinct bulges slowly shrinking and rounding out till the mouse stood there with a rounded, bulging belly that loudly gurgled and churned, working away at the meal. After almost half a minute of simply standing there in astonishment, Sierra finally remembered to turn the audio recording off and turn back on her microphone. "Uhm...a-as you can see, augmentation "Glutton" is a complete success, Subject Alpha having completely consumed an individual of roughly the same size. Observing the subject you can see the increased rate of digestion is already working away at his meal, and within hours there will be no physical signs of the meal remaining, other than a slight increase in Alpha's mass and a lack of food required for the next 24 hours or so." Sierra paused for a second and grinned, excited that the test had gone so well, knowing that without the new facilities the effect of the results wouldn't have nearly as much of an impact with the Commander. "Subject Alpha will be administered an amnesiac to wipe this test from his mind, and will either be kept for further tests or disposed of, depending on the Commander's orders. Subject Hansen's personal have already been removed, and if clearance is given the video will be shown to all current staff as a warning towards behavior such as mister Hansens. This is Sierra \*\*\*\*\*\*\*, Head of the Research and Development department of Black Crest Industries, and this concludes Test Log Number 12."
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Kayla: The Ultimate by Professor Bob
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#35 of Kayla - Kayla: The Ultimate In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Thirty-Five) * * *
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[
"Dragon",
"F/F",
"Fox",
"Genital spanking",
"Harsh",
"Mild Violence",
"No-Yiff",
"Spanking"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9791-kayla-the-ultimate
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Kayla: The Ultimate In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Thirty-Five)
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Concept by Lurking Dragon Kayla and story by Professor Bob [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) More Kayla Stuff!: www.Professor-Bob.com
A thick fog shrouded Kayla's mind for a period of time she could not even recall. She didn't even know she was still alive, or had the awareness to know that she was partially conscious in her void of mental nothingness. The fox had been outside of this world for a long time, till feelings began to return, along with the realization she had not left the universe. There was no shock, no joy, no pain.. there was no part of her mind or body capable of preforming any such emotion. Her only reaction was to clasp onto her thoughts, and hold on tight! To fight without a single movement or sound; a brutal war against death, fought without weapons or physical form - only your grip on the memories and world you do not wish to leave. The young girl had endured so many hardships in her two 'lives', it would be a waste to let go now, before finally getting to enjoy living. Despite her wounds, despite her disciplinary home, and despite the sadness around her, Kayla chose life. As if her body turned itself back on, all her nerves jolted impulses to her brain in a torrential storm all at once, with a sensation in her throat causing her to cough weakly as she came to. Saliva dribbled from the side of her dirt coated muzzle, colored red as it disolved the dried blood that escaped her throat. Her body was cold, and her mind was filled with signals that made little sense.. she was very obviously in severe pain, but not all of her body was processing it. The left side of her body was lacking in response, to a great degree. Even as the fox's eyes opened into clouded slits, she still felt half-dead, and found it hard to breathe or move. The only good news was that she did not hear anyone - she was alone. The bad news was similar - she was alone.
"..W-..wha'-..?", left Kayla's dry muzzle, which had become filled with sandy dirt and blood that had soaked the ground below her. It was all dry now, leaving her to wonder how long she had been laying where she'd fallen. The phaser appeared in her mind, remembering the burn and searing pain of her wound. But she was not dead? Moving her head slowly and carefully, she strained to look around, seeing something on the ground within her paw's reach. Using her more responsive right paw, she reached out and clasped it, bringing it closer to her eyes. It seemed Tyson had dropped his phaser, as it ended up in his victim's paws. After firing at the computer to disable the connection and stop it, Maxwell and Tyson must have shot her and ran. There was no power to the shack, leaving it very dark and cold. It must have been after dark by now, hours after she had been hit with the phaser. Opening her eyes further to examine the device, she looked at the colored setting bar on the phaser, to look at it's output level. Injuries or not, the small fox started to lightly laugh, though it made her cough and sputter very quickly and gasp for air. Choking on her own need for air, she shakily pressed the output-increase button on the phaser twice, being replied with a small beep each time, bringing the green color on the setting bar to a higher level. "Now it can kill me..", she said with a spiteful grin, feeling like being alive was her way of sticking it to her ex-captors as her body went limp again. "I told you fuckers.. Don't think of me as a human. Cause I'm not one", she added with the weapon still loose in her paw. A human child would have died, but not an Aspatrian. More vitality and ability to sustain injury.. not to mention the young fox's heart was on her right, not her left. It left Kayla pleased that her kidnappers did not do their anatomy homework; they were too focused on their greed and her hacking exploits. However, her being alive could very well be temporary. She was still dying. From all her injuries over the course of her capture, she had lost a critical amount of blood.. and her phaser wound, though not instantly fatal, was enough to put a very large cap on her lifespan. The blast might as well have blown out half of her chest, as it caused her left lung to explode, damaged critical arteries and nerves all around the area of impact, and inside her spinal cord. The heat from the particle beam fused her wound mostly shut as the beam ceased, even if there was still blood loss for a while. Beneath the blackened, charred, and in some areas completely vaporized fur and flesh, was an internal structure that looked similar to the outside. The arterial ruptures sealed, though circulation was damaged to some parts of her body from charring, leaving some of her internal areas in grave danger from dying. Her nerves were simply severed and cooked, leaving impulses through sections of her spinal cord to be damaged, and the branching nerves to her left side cut; a partial paralysis that left her left side dull and lacking in function, and impulse loss between her lower half and the partially damaged section of spine. Her lung was re-sealed after being ruptured, allowing her airways to again pressurize.. but the left lung was collapsed, with the muscles not operative, leaving her only her right to try and supply her body with oxygen. "Come on girl.. to your feet..", Kayla encouraged herself, raising herself from the dirt weakly with her arms. Carefully, and using the computer terminal at her side, she fought to get up, against the pain and damaged flesh. Even with many of her nerve impulses not reaching her brain, the pain was still unbearable. She had to hold herself against the terminal to remain upright, as she looked down at all the bloodied earth below her. She had been soaked in it from head to toe, and could barely stand. As soon as she tried to take a step foreward towards the door, her left leg went dead and she fell foreward, landing in the dirt on her arms and elbows so her torso would not take an unneccessary blow; she figured her internal injuries would not appreciate it. "Dammit!", Kayla snapped, needing to take a deep breath and try to regain her air just from the one word. It felt like she was suffocating, having no blood to carry oxygen, and only one lung to retrieve any. While gasping for air, she lowered herself to the ground and reached to her back, to feel her throbbing wound.. and when she looked at her paw, it had fresh blood upon it. The fox figured she felt something back there; a fleshy crater, again bleeding. 'I don't have very long to live', was all the seven year old could ponder in deep fear. The cold was creeping up on her..
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"Ensign, have you been able to obtain any further information from the investigative teams? It's been hours now, we must have something to go off of by now", Commander Falstaff inquired, as he stepped to Ensign Brayden's side and peered over his shoulder, at the terminal he was working at. Alarms had gone off after Kayla's attempted attack on the Starfleet Headquarters system; a normal protocol when other installations and their computer systems could be in danger. With all their attempts, their tracers did not make it to the hacker's position. They could not neutralize their threat, leaving Starfleet installations at a hightened state of alert, with anti-computer-terrorism personell on active standby to thwart any attempts on their systems. The control room had been a noisy pit of Starfleet officers and investigative personell every since the initial alert. Not one officer on duty had any time to sit, with headquarters breathing down their necks. A hacker made it into the Starfleet Headquarters system and was not traced.. not only was it a serious security threat, but it was also embarassing for the upper brass of Starfleet. Kayla only ran circles around them, when their systems were supposed to be secure enough to keep all intruders out and not even give them a fleeting chance. Bank robbery on the grand scale, hacking, disabling all interplanetary commerce, damages to a major computer system, crimes against Starfleet.. the list of charges against the young penitatas were racking up fast.
"Yes sir, but it's not the good news you were looking for", Blaine answered, turning his head to face his superior before turning it back to the screen on his console. He had been working at the terminal at the end of the front-right row, to monitor the main screens and his work both. With several keystrokes from his fingertips across the smooth pannel, a map display appeared and data was laid across it piece by piece, layer by layer. The notible feature of the map was Calleet, the city on the lower left of the map; small from being zoomed out. "Investigative team six was working on Kayla's connection paths and bouncing routes, and narrowed down a location on Earth's surface. Based on the information that remained in the planet's orbital communications satellites, they worked with team three, the sattelite log scanners, to find one common sattelite. That one sattelite was the one she was connected to constantly, with no connection bounce. It was the one above her location, and apparently the only one she could connect to", he explained quicker and more confidently then he normally spoke. Knowing he was being concidered for promotion was certainly an encouraging thought, and it granted confidence. A translucent red image appeared on the screen, far from being perfectly circle. It went from the upper perimeter of Calleet, through the suburbs and out into the wilderness. "While we know that much, we still do not know where she is. Out in this shaded area somewhere. However..", he went on to speak, with a couple more taps to the flat console keys and confirming chirp from the computer. Several pieces of the red shade disappeared on the map, shrinking the area. Calleet was fully excluded from the area, and a chunk of the outer living areas as well. "Since Kayla is not stupid, she would have bounced her orbiting connection if she was able. She only used the one connection. The areas I removed had another sattelite in range, and she could have bounced her orbital connection. This area that is left, is only servicible by the one sattelite", Ensign Brayden clarified while pointing to a few areas on the map. Took some work to not smile, that deduction was of his own doing - not the investigative teams. Falstaff hummed and stared at the map for a few more seconds, till he stood upright and looked down towards Blaine.
"It's still a large area, but a lot more managable. Good work Ensign", he congratulated with clear appreciation. This fox had been a thorn in his side for long enough, and he was sick of listening to his superiors complain about how dangerous Packet-Storm was. Enough was enough. She needed to be captured and in custody, now. "I need you to go and prepare a hopper for us. Enlist two other Ensigns to assist in the operation; you will be their commanding officer for the time being. I'll meet you in docking bay one shortly!", the commander was quick to order, even while already turning and heading away with haste towards the rear turbolift. Ensign Brayden was quick to rise from his chair, to try and catch him, looking almost confused by the orders.
"But Commander, I thought you wanted to be discreet with the Kayla Ackart operations?", he called out, trying to be loud over the commotion and computer terminals in the busy control room. A hopper was a low altitude troop-transport craft, and a very obviously militaristic ship. Not to mention the hover-engines were not the quietest.
"We don't have such liberty anymore. I want her found as quickly as possible!", Commander Falstaff called back, turning only long enough to reply before continuing his haste to the turbolift. He had a transmission to Starfleet Headquarters to make, and a weapons locker to visit. He had been made a fool of for the last time!
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As it does each year, the day every penitatas dreads had finally arrived. With all it's pain and horrors, any sane child would be crying as soon as they woke. For many that is true, but for some with strong hearts, they can hold them back a little longer. Not by much though. It was early Christmas morning, around seven. Ninne had awoke and could not sleep any longer, seeing the glow of the rising sun just starting to pry it's way through her window and into her mind. It meant her day was upon her, and the scales of her Drakonian vaginal slit would be treated to the harshest punishment the Corrections Council could devise for a drakeling - male or female. Even if it was customary by now for her to hide in her bed till her mom summoned her, the girl's mind was too preoccupied with other things to sulk.
"They should give us exemptions from these damned spankings when we need them.. ", Ninne grumbled harshly as she slipped from her bed, already pulling her underwear down her smooth reptilian legs. The expression on her snout was more annoyed and angry at the moment, then sad. The reaction of someone whom did not have hope, and wished they had it. Her best friend was gone with the recent happenings a ruckus. Now she had to worry about getting a steel bristled brush between her legs. The drake had her night-shirt off right after, heading down the stairs to get the news chip for the day.. even if she was trying not to worry about her punishment, her footclaws were extra careful to be quiet as to not wake her mother. Her mind was being double-teamed by two different fears, with her pain receptors already tingling. Cornered and frightened, with no escape possible.. she'd have to take each full force smack from her brush just as each other penitatas would from their own brushes or switches. At least her punishment didn't last all day like everyone else's, right? Every time she tried to think of it that way, she found it really did not help any. The sulking and thought-filled nine year old lifted her long neck as she walked off the last step of the stairs and into her livingroom, just to stop and have her pupils shrink.
"Good morning Ninne. Couldn't sleep anymore either I take it?", Ki'rene asked her young daughter with a sullen look on her snout, holding a cup of coffee in her right claw while a datapad rested on her leg. She had already beaten her girl to the news chip, for all the same reasons. After such a wonderful year with Ninne, Christmas was going to be even harder then normal for the mother. Kayla being missing was just insult to injury. So much already on their minds, and now Ki'rene had to humiliate and severely discipline her girl. She was just as ready to start crying as Ninne was.
"No ma'ma. Find anything in the news?", Ninne simply asked right off, wondering if anything new was said about Kayla. She really didn't want her mother awake yet, but there was nothing she could do on that matter; so she slipped her bare scaled tail onto their large sofa at her mom's side.
"Not a single thing we didn't already know, and even the things they got wrong about her. These people don't know who she is, and it would be nice if they could not be so judgemental. Sure, Deltastar lost a lot of their money, and.. ", she went on to shake her head and reply, until a growling sigh escaped through her teeth and she sat her coffee mug harshly down on the table. "Just forget what I said. You're right, Kayla really is a stupid jackass to have done what she did. I wish I could get her under my tongue right now.. I would rather punish someone more deserving then you sweetie, I really would", Ki'rene spoke much more sharply, reaching down and gripping the datapad hard in her claw. If anyone spoke with more sincerity, Ninne did not know them. Just the angry look her mom had whule looking at the datapad was enough to tell her she wanted to beat the fox's backside to shreads.
"I for one would like to see how she'd react to a brush between her own legs if she's going to betray us. Now if only she'd come home so we could do that.. huh?", Ninne agreed, even if her own voice slowly relented it's anger. They missed her. Enraged with the small fox or not, her safety was a priority - to return her to where she belonged.
"I wish she'd come home too.. But I guess you and I do have other matters to attend to this morning. It's still early, would you like some breakfast before we got started?", Ki'rene was forced to cut to the chase and ask, as she set the datapad down onto the table beside the sofa with a light clack. Her neck turned so her head would be lower, and more close to her daughter's.. just to be there for her. This day was a punishment for them both really. Ki'rene took no pleasure in this - Ninne was learning very well without her reptilian crotch being spanked once a year. Ninne shook her head lightly, just to have her cheek nuzzled by her mother, whom was disheartened by the reponse. It took the girl a moment to think of what to say, and to get it out.. but she did.
"I'd rather skip breakfast and do my punishment right away..", she hung her head as she said, just looking plain sad as the looks of anger and annoyance left her tense, dinosaur body. That time had finally come, there was no more hope that it would go away, and no more denial. Her eyes shifted to her mother's, looking defeated and honest. "For a penitatas, waiting is one of the hardest parts of Christmas. Makes me sick to my stomach.. besides, we can have a good Christmas a while later. Think we can get it over with?", Ninne explained more descriptively, raising her neck to ask her final question, just to ensure her mother that is was a serious one. A year ago, Ki'rene would have been shocked at such a question. Her little girl would normally try to delay any sort of punishment.. wanting to have it done sooner then later, was a sign of her growing maturity. Her daughter was growing up, even if she herself would have loved to delay this punishment so she would not have to deal it so quickly. At least Ninne's request made sense, to beat her early and have Christmas day to try and enjoy themselves.
"Even if I don't want to do this to you, I'll do it how you want, so it's easiest. All at once, and then a long corner time on your stool. We'll skip breakfast and I'll hold you till lunch, then I'll let you off. It'll give you about four and a half hours over there.. should be more then enough to satisfy anybody within the justice system. As long as you can handle that severity involved in shortening your suffering honey", Ki'rene spoke in a way she normally never did - bleak and monotone. She'd have to shove all her love and emotions into the back of her head this year.. her daughter could not be more perfect in her eyes, and this punishment was too harsh for her to handle. After such a good year raising her, she'd have to be stern, strict, and overbearing to be able to deal this much pain. Her smile and care would have to take a backseat this morning.
"It's for the best ma'ma.. Just give me what I deserve. Our nicer stuff can come after my 'formal repayment' for robbing people three and a half years ago", Ninne said with a light smile, adding some humor to her sad yet determined voice. It's not like she did not know she earned this punishment afterall, even if it was long ago she earned it. The world insisted penitatas would be forced harshly to repent for their crimes; this was a taste of their demands. Ki'rene took one long, last, quiet sip of her coffee.. returning it to the table beside the sofa, next to the datapad. She rose to her large legs, walking across the livingroom to the area between Ninne's corner and the TV, below where she hung her daughter's paddles for display and a reminder to her girl.
"Then concider your punishment started Ninne. Come here and get in position. I'll open your present from the Corrections Council", Ki'rene ordered simply, with a stern tone lurking inside of her voice. Ninne knew her mother had to be serious today. It was her way of being strong for her daughter, and getting the job done. The young drake slid from the edge of the sofa cushion with ease, smooth scales providing little friction against the soft fabric as she complied with the first order given. Knowing exactly what position her mother desired, she walked to a few paces in front of her mother and turned around, facing back towards the sofa, and away from the paddle wall. Her traditional spot in the house to recieve her dragon-paddles, be it on the tail or hip. All the while, Ki'rene was slitting the present she had left under the paddles open with a sharp claw, to remove the lid of the box and see what she would be forced to do this day. Removing the traditional Drakonian disciplinary slip and brush, she dropped the box to the floor carelessly in order to read the slip. Serious or not, Ki'rene could not help but let out a smile behind her bare girl's back as soon as she unfolded it and read it. "Looks like the justice department had been reading my reports on you! They know you've been a behaved penitatas this year and your count shows it. One hundred thirty-five with the brush, fourteen less then last year. They also did not send me any new paddles to add to the wall, even if I still have to pull down the blistering level dragon-paddle.. ten to the tail, and each hip", she explained and informed, till she gave the slip a light toss; not caring about it. After this was all over, that present box and slip would be in the trash right away.
"Doesn't sound like they were too merciful with the paddle part.. ", Ninne added with a weary whine, nervously holding her claws at the impending hurt she was to recieve. Knowing her fate right down to the number of swats made her chest heavy, and her eyes water before even a single spank. Feeling her mother's larger claw grasp her tail, she bent herself over as her tail was raised and her counter balance was disrupted. Reptilian tail in the air and snout to the carpet, a set of tears slowly glided across Ninne's cool scales down towards the floor. Just as a kangaroo uses their large tail to counterbalance, with her tail raised, she could not move.. it was past the point of no return; base of the tail within her mother's aim.
"The paddling is standard, and get's worse with your age. That's why your hips are included this year", she was repilied from the voice above, as she also heard the large, heavy, and sharply studded paddle being lifted from it's place on the wall. Ki'rene could not help but answer her girl as she always did, even if she was trying to be stern so she'd be able to do this right. The worst impliments, the worst places to spank, and at maximum force - something that would be concidered a beating on even an adult. Now she had to cause that much hard to a child she saw as her own daughter, that she loved. This was only going to get worse each year. "Now, hold still.. I'm not going to stop once I start! Get ready", the mother did say quite sternly however, gritting her teeth and summoning all her strength into her right arm. Ninne clenched her eyes tight, digging her toe's claws into the carpet, as the sound of a heavy object breaking the air filled her ears..
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Elsewhere, there were no presents to open, and no penitatas to be punished for their crimes against the law. There was little more then the usual beeps and chirps of Federation computer consoles, and the droning of six high-payload hover-engines. The 'hopper' was a much more reliable craft then it was a couple hundred years ago, when it was being mass produced for war during the 24th century. Since such fewer were needed, more time could be spent on production and improvements, leaving the new transport crafts capable of carrying more weight, weapons, and even shields to protect it's hull, while the hoppers of old would simply drop from the sky. All the perks of a starship, designed for fast low atmospheric travel. As impressive as the decently sized ship and it's bridge were, Blaine Brayden was much less then pleased. Being stuck in front of a sensor scanner with the feeling of pointlessness was de'ja'vu; he had already done this with the old shuttlecraft a day ago. Nothing but a few false alarms from Aspatrian readings that were supposed to be there from the residential areas outside of Calleet, in the Rossburg district. Every place with a home or place to hide out and commit electronic crimes from was clear. Blaine would have rather been at home, spending Christmas morning with his wife and kindern daughter. Instead they were spending Christmas without him, since he had to search for another little girl besides his own, in full Starfleet uniform. It made him wish he could give Kayla his own 'Christmas present' of a swift kick in the..
"Commander, we have scanned all of the inhabited areas within Ensign Brayden's selected area", Ensign Stacy Macklenstein, a female human, called from her station on the other side of the bridge, opposite from Blaine. Commander Falstaff had a captain's chair in the center of the small metalic bridge, with Ensign Jason Basso, a Bejoran Starfleet officer, at the foreward helm as they manuvered the craft quickly through the residential area at the altitude reserved for emergency vehicles. It was low enough to shake nearby houses for a second, before they blew by at roughly two hundred miles per hour. It could travel four hundred, but Commander Flagstaff ordered a thourough sensor sweep and their speed had to be regulated.
"All that is left is the wilderness to the northeast. It's a preserved habitat, mostly due to the region's hills being made of a highly magnetic and uncommon mineral - magnedroxide. Our sensors will have a very difficult time scanning that area, if not an impossible time. Visual contact will also be difficult, due to the dense trees and vegitation that thrive on the mineral. While it would be the perfect place to hide, I do not see how Kayla could have done what she did from the magnedroxide hill region. There are no available power sources out there, and any computer or generator would have to be protected from prolonged exposure to the mangetic fields", Ensign Brayden added to his colleague's statement, swiveling his station chair to be able to speak to his superior more properly. Commander Falstaff slipped into thought for a few moments, placing his right hand against his chin while staring out into the foreward viewscreen of the sun that was peeking out above the clouds.. it was a cloudy morning, with snow creeping up on Calleet. It was looking to be a white Christmas.
"Ensign Basso, alter our heading by negative fourty degrees. Increase outputs of all six engines to three hundred miles per hour", he gave in a command order fashion, turning his head to Ensign Macklenstein, the acting science officer, while taking both his hands and clasping them below his neck, fingers intertwined. "And I want the sensors reconfigured to better penetrate the magnetic fields and interferance. Divert all spare power to the main sensor array, we will need all the sweep-strength we can get", he added in order to his other officer, moving his head back to the viewscreen. "Kayla might be one of the most dangerous criminals of our time, but she is still very young in her current state. She will still be somewhere in the area of where she accessed the Galactic-net", the man thought as he stared at the changing scenery, after a whine from the right hover-engines to change the vessel's course. Though they could not be seen through the dim light from the clouds coming in from that direction and the low lying haze, the hills were out there, thirty-nine miles away. Ensign Brayden swiveled his seat back, only pretending to look at his sensor monitors.
"Merry friggen' Christmas.. ", he sighed quietly, thinking of the family he was missing out on being with.. but so was the penitatas they were looking for. He wanted her back with her parents today, so she could be taught her Christmas lesson and be safe like everyone else.
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Positioned awkwardly across the arm rest of their sofa, Ninne laid sobbing and sputtering for air desperately through her nostrils and through a stiny spot between her lips at the tip of her snout. Her body was limp, with a familiar piece of blue cloth tied around her snout, which was now catching her flowing tears, while the other piece restrained her claws. Ki'rene was not kidding about not stopping once she began, having driven all thirty extreme paddle blows quickly under her tail and upon her hips, leaving the three areas badly marked. Many bruised circles with a red prick in the center, with a larger red area on some with a white, protective cap of fluid-filled flesh over the damaged hole in her scale. First glance you would think she was bleeding, from the rate of her bawling, and all of the blood colored marks from the blood pooling heavily into her scales and the flesh the studs drove their points down into. A punishment that would have made an adult repentant placed full force onto the tender scales of a child; with that only being the warm-up. Bent over the left arm of the blue, thin cream striped sofa, the spot more up the base of her tail was more easily accessible. Her legs were bent at the knee, spread out along the sofa; a position not commonly used on a Drakonian due to the difficulty of finding something appropreate to bend them over where they can be kept over it. Voluntarily restrained for the worst spanking of the year, the girl was only waiting for her mother to begin.. wishing she just would not have to wait. This always choked Ki'rene up, concidering she knew she would not want her own genitalia beaten full of pin-pricks. Every year a new brush, just so the Corrections Council can ensure their Drakonian penitatas are being spanked with freshly sharpened bristles. Just in case the ones they sent last year had dulled any from repeated use. With the cool, lightly colored, one inch thick wood brush in claw, sporting it's sharpened steel bristles, the mother was ready to treat her penitatas to a waterfall of tears and exploding pain. Even if she did not wish to make her daughter wait, since she asked not to be.. she just stared at the familiar brown tailbase of her girl, wishing she did not have to do this. Arm aching from the quick swings of such a heavy paddle, and a tingling sort of pain sensation under her tail from sympathy pains, threw her off completely. Either way, the drakeling that called her 'ma'ma' was relying on her to do her duty, and she could not deny her what she deserved. It was the price Ninne had to pay, to get her second chance at an upstanding life.. and it was the price Ki'rene had to pay, to keep the daughter she had grown to love and protect as her own. Failure to do this properly would mean the end of her penitatas parenting liscense. There would be no more waiting or stalling - the time was now, whether either of them were ready or not!
"I'm as set as I will ever be Ninne. This will be quick as promised.. it will hurt more, but we'll be done sooner, and your corner time can be done this morning all at once", she spoke somberly, cluching the brush's handle tighter in her claw, till she let out a defeated sigh. "..Wanted to try hard to be stern this morning, so I could be serious and uneffected by doing this. It's never going to work.. I won't stall anymore. Brace yourself honey.. ", Ki'rene let out quietly and softly from her snout, with even a hint of teariness in her voice. Ninne clenched her eyes closed and tensed up the appropreate muscles to best deal with the pain that was about to come, simply thankful with the idea that this was close to coming to an end, despite the remanants that will follow her all day and night. With a quick repositioning of her body and grasp of her daughter's tail, Ki'rene's arm drew back and swung the brush's metal and merciless bristles as hard as she could - forcing herself to begin. With such force and determination, even metal bristles against scale made a sharp and loud sound, even if the pitch was high instead of low.. the first swat digging in fast, dead center of it's target that Ninne had to endure the horrors and humiliation of having smacked swollen and nasty. A bolt of sting and heat dispursed across all of the nerves that made up her lower half, while a shock enveloped her entire body. The brush was swung and applied to her thin-scaled and extra-sensitive vaginal opening very quickly as promised. In the time it took to shrink her body from the hurt, and lift her head to express a sharp, muffled squeel from inside her snout, her mother had already placed five maximum force swats to her reddening slit. Ninne had sworn to herself not to express any sort of muffled cries for her mother this year, just to make things easier on them both.. she wanted to be still and take it like she needed to, but it was proving to be very difficult as she squirmed and screeched through the confines of her closed snout while her feminine area was beaten with such a horrific impliment. They might as well have used a wooden board with jagged nails, with all the weight and force being blown into her Drakonian crotch from the needletips of the steel bristles. Each swat would cause several to knick and badly hurt her outer lips, while the others would simply pierce the scale and whack the tender nerves below. Not enough to cause bleeding, but just barely.. blood was drawn a lot during a Drakonian Christmas day accidently, but the Corrections Council conveniently turned their backs on that fact most of the time, in order to use such a severe tactic. The burn and sting accumulated with every swat as quickly as they came.. twenty.. thirty.. each more painful then the last as it became harder for Ki'rene to make certain the sharp bristles would not cross over any previous pinholes, to dig in deeper and pierce the flesh below the scale, or cause her daughter a jolt of excess fire that would spread right up her feminine slit. Ki'rene burried her mind in thoughts and reassurances as the cries of her daughter filled her ears, sounding so paniced and desperate. 'It's for her own good'.. 'The people she robbed and stole from deserve to have her repent'.. 'She'll not commit crimes in the future' .. All excuses to make herself feel better, while her eyes watched as she so severely spanked her own penitatas. Blood red marks were cropping up with each swing, and by sixty, the lips of Ninne's slit had puffed out with all sorts of red dots and marks, with thirty seconds gone by into the rapid swatting. The smaller drake's frame trembled and winced constantly, with her throat going hoarse as much as she was raising her neck and trying to scream - tears flowing from bloodshot eyes to soak the baby-blue fabric around her snout, as well as her cheeks when she raised her head. Pain surged down her tail, legs, and clear up her spine as damned the fact she was a Drakonian, and a female. A normal penitatas' punishment lasts all day, but they do not get their genitals disciplined at all.. could always be a fair tradeoff. The two girls detached themselves from what was going on, sheltering their minds from what their senses were forcing them to deal with, be it auditory, visual, or tactile. Buring swat after swat, the needletip bristles smacked and stuck their way into Ninne's vaginal scales, as the swelling made it easier for the tips to pierce the scales along the very opening of the lips where the scales were the pinkest, traveling inward to become flesh. The more she swelled, the deeper the swats and pain seemed to travel down her passage, forcing the child out of her shelter, to thrash about on the arm of the sofa and beg in her mind for the spanking to end - finally end! More sting, more fire, more throbbing in her eyes from the tears, it was too much for her tiny body and mind to handle.
"Mmmrrrroooooooomm! Mmmmrrroooommmrreee!", were the one things that resonated from Ninne's stressed throat, that sounded remotely like words. Some of the other things were words as well, but they made no sense she was bawling so hard and trying to let out so many cries at once. The speed of the spanking was the most painful thing she ever had to experience, but the count was trickling down.. Ki'rene could not even announce the numbers she was so choked up, just trying so hard not to cry. She was a very stern and strict penitatas mother when her daughter had done wrong, but after doing such a horrificly severe punishment every year, it seemed more and more unneccessary. Not even pretending it was someone like Paul, the little drakeling that had shot her girl and someone more deserving of this treatment, made her feel any better. He'd have to deal with having his own genital slit beaten with one of these brushes soon enough as it was. From each tip of her reptilian slit, Ninne grew to be dark red with marks that would suggest something along the lines of even injury the scales had been penetrated and smacked at with the bristles so badly. Many of the sharp bristles dove into old pin-pricks and between her lips, to smack her where not intended - actual defenseless and nerve-littered flesh. It could not be helped at this speed, making Ki'rene one of the penitatas parents that year to accidently draw blood from their girl, even if it was only a little. It still took work to keep her daughter still enough to finish the spanking.. so much work, she could no longer focus on holding back her tears. It could not be helped; not this year. A sharp sob left her as the tears dripped slowly down her older scales, trembling from the intensity of her sympathy pains. They actually downright hurt, badly. Nothing was going to make her stop or slow down now, she was too close to being done with this. All Ninne could do was simply hold on and wait it out, having even fewer options then her mother in terms of dealing with something this intense.. taking the two swats per second her mother was downright swinging out, with the weight from the one inch thick wood brush helping to drive the steel bristles home. Sputtering and gasping for air for her exhausted and drained body through her bawling was proving to be too difficult, listening to each steel swat towards her upper tailbase ringing out.. till they finally just stopped. Without even a word of notice, they simply stop, allowing her to take a deep breath through her nostrils to continue to cry, going limp over the arm of their sofa. Every portion of her body hurt from tensing it up and squirming so badly. Through her cloudy eyes, she saw two brown claws appear in front of her snout, untying the cloth that was holding back her howls. As soon as the pressure was removed from her snout, she let out a deep and long cry and sob, taking a deep shaky breath right after to bawl tearily.
"Just keep still like that honey! I need to wipe you back there, I cut you a couple of times by accident.. I'm very sorry.. ", Ki'rene was very quick to appologize, as soon as the spanking was finally done, and her daughter got the air the cloth was denying her. All one hundred thirty-five full force swats, driven in. The poor mother felt like a walking wreck, feeling fortunate she could at least walk, unlike her daughter. She was the first to always put so much care into this punishment as to not injure her girl, but she was not successful this year, and felt terrible as a response. Keeping her hold on Ninne's tail, she gently placed the cloth against Ninne's upper-slit and wiped upwards to remove the traces a blood, running it slightly between her lips to get the bits she may have caused in there. "This punishment is just too harsh, robbery or not.. ", she was forced to huff through her nostrils with a growl inside of her throat. If anything, it would make her girl feel better to remember her mother was always on her side, no matter what it was that she did. That is what a real parent is for, not just the discipline to brighten her future. Ninne could not reply though, as she left her head hanging off the side of the sofa, crying hard and gritting her teeth from the feeling of the cloth wiping past all of the swats and pierced scale. This punishment would leave her upper-tailbase and Drakonian female crotch littered with red spots, bruises, cuts, and even tiny white blisters similar to what was on her hips and under the base of her tail, behind her slit. Once the blood was removed and Ki'rene was certain the tiny flesh-deep pricks and cuts were done, she helped lift her girl to her footclaws by the underarms, not letting go till she was sure Ninne had a footing on the floor. She wanted to lay there and rest, and could not really walk.. but this was her own idea. Right to the corner. It just took a lot out of the mother to lift her girl and help her support her weight.. Ninne was getting bigger by the day it was starting to seem. "I'll help you get to your stool Ninne, I just need you to try and move, okay? You can rest then, and I'll hold you all you want come noon.. ", she was certain to assure, since she wanted to hold her girl and let her calm down. That would only prolong this though. With wobbly steps and legs spaced far apart, movement pulling at her swollen lips, Ninne made it across the room with her mother's help, still bawling as much as she was as soon as she was able to catch her breath. Knowing her daughter would have too hard a time sitting down on her tailbase voluntarily, she sat her down on the smooth, short stool mostly on her own, trying to at least be gentle. The weight going down on her tailbase, upper and lower, both pounded and blistered as badly as her mother's arm could swing, caused a bit of a roar to blare from Ninne's throat, till she lowered her head sullenly and bawled into the dim corner. Her claws were left restrained by the other cloth.. her mother figured it would help her to resist rubbing anything. Ki'rene was as exhausted as her daughter was, and needed to relax and let out her own tears by then. Saving her choked up words, since they would sound too sad to help her girl, she just patted Ninne's scaly-smooth back to let her know all was done and well. She knew it was going to be a couple hours with her snout in the corner anyway, there was no reason to again remind her. Not wishing to leave her girl's side, she grudgingly stepped her footclaws back to the sofa and laid herself down to rest and perhaps quietly cry to get her bad feelings and frustration out, while able to watch her girl and make certain she was fine in the corner. Not even caring about the thing, she even smacked the steel bristled brush off the sofa to the floor just so she could lay there. There would be time to clean up later while they spent their real time together, presents and venalark steak and all. That young penitatas was the one sunshine that entered her simple, lonely life.. Ninne just meant that much to her. One more Christmas punishment down.. Now to wait till next year.
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The air was growing heavier and colder out in the hills, as the weather declined and the leaves and grass grew more moist. It was still very dark under the dense foliage and icy fog, even as the morning sun rose to not be seen within the forest. Rocks, roots, dirt, leaves, and grass were all being shoved aside as Kayla pulled and crawled her way through the wilderness with all her remaining strength - anything to not die! Not like this, out alone in the cold! Grunting and growling from the strain and intense pain from the internal injuries she recieved, her arms worked hard to pull her through the forest with limited help from her footpaws; twitching and spazeming from delayed and unrecieved impulses from her spinal cord. The damage to her back was quickly growing worse it seemed.. she figured the bloodflow was restricted, as it was to many of her other internal organs. Her spine was also slowly dying, and so was her opportunity for any mobility. The fox's dirty fur collected each drop of dew and moisture from the bed of the forest, replacing it with a light trail of displaced leaves and droplets of blood. Each motion ripped something else on her body, from the wound on her back, to fresh new scratches caused by jagged deposits of magnedroxide cutting into her skin along her torso and limp legs. Her clothing was tearing worse then it was before from being manhandled, and she was missing her shoes, which was not helping her either. Crawling and fighting her way through the dark wilderness was the only thing such a young and desperate mind could think of doing in her condition.. if she stayed, she would have died without a fight.. and she was willing to fight! Once she had strained her way up against the wall earlier and opened the door to the shack, she did indeed fild Maxwell and Tyson's ship missing. Wasn't even one sound in the entire forest, except the sound of her efforts to find someone, or someplace.. just to get away. Kayla would clutch the dirt and pull with her might with her right paw, and use her left arm to assist, while it's paw gripped the handle of Tyson's phaser. Dragging herself through the cold was feeling so futile after such a time of trying.. she didn't even know how long she had been doing this. Out of frustration, the tired girl slammed the leaves and grass with her right fist, making no more then a sharp rustle.
"This is so pointless!.. I saw no one and nothing on the way here, where am I even going?", Kayla snapped to herself, keeping her voice low and quiet as to not waste air. Crawling slowly along had already used up all her energy and oxygen, but having only herself to talk to made it neccessary for her to speak. A child her age could not deal with being alone in such a situation.. she doesn't even like being left alone after being punished for doing something wrong. She was so confused about what she was doing, as her adult memories and thought processes conflicted with a child's brain and illogical reasoning. The charred crater in her back had to be one of the most painful things she ever had to deal with.. but her body was pumping her full of all the endorphins it could produce, and her mind was already half gone. Laying there on the ground, she laid her head down and wanted to close her eyes.. just.. so tired. Her pupils were dialating, and there was no escape from the cold flowing across the hills and rustling the trees when the wind hit. "I wonder if I never became a hacker.. what would I have been? Would I have chosen a better life?.. The karma train paid me a visit, and I guess this is what I get for being who and what I am.. ", she began mumbling, stumbling weakly over her words and gasping for air with every few words. Blood again started to leak from her muzzle from the extreme strain on such a damaged body. She could not crawl and drag herself through the woods anymore - this was it. This small patch of dead leaves and grass surrounded by trees would be where she passed away, with a total age of only fourty one years old. A pathetic lifespan this day and age. No accomplishments, aside from being the best hacker to ever live and the most dangerous criminal in decades. Nothing to be proud of, especially now that she assisted two murderous kidnappers in the most successful robberies of all time. Overcome by cold and grief, her body didn't even shiver. All was slipping away as she gave up her hopes, ready to damn herself for everything she had ever done.. every moment was always a struggle for her, and she didn't need to draw others into it any longer. They'd be free. Kayla closed her heavy eyes and felt at the ground below her right paw, to feel the face of the planet she had came to live on and terrorize. While wallowing in her impending demise, remembering her regrets, an odd sound began resonating in her one ear. A constant shrilling of something large.. from what she could tell, it had a high pitch with a lower overtone.. an engine? A hover engine? Perhaps more then one? Her eyes flung open, with the fox's head raising to disect the sounds, looking around towards the dense overlapping treetops to see if anything could be seen. With the fridgid wind and darkness, all she had was the sound.. one ship, large! But where? Pushing herself up shakily with both her arms, Kayla flicked and rotated her right ear, scanning the air. She immediately started desperately whimpering and tearing up in a panic, pivoting her ear violently in desperation. "No!", she cried out, blown apart lung or not, as tears rolled down her already moist cheeks. "I can't find it!", she exlaimed to herself hysterically, looking all around the dark, rustling treetops to find any sign of the ship she heard. Her species relied so heavily on their ears, having only one destroyed her ability to locate the source of a sound. She'd pivot both ears and triangulate a location.. but now she was as good as blind. "Please help- ", was all Kayla could scream out of her muzzle before she choked and coughed hard, dropping violently to the ground as a gush of blood flew out of her mouth from trying to yell out to the craft. Her frame shook roughly for several seconds, gurgling to try and breathe as she burried her head into the leaves and dirt. The Aspatrian's chest was ablaze with pain; mind lost in a fog as her body died away, as well as the sound she once heard as it disappeared. If she didn't die from her injuries very soon, she'd die from basic blood-loss. All she could do is lay there half unconscious, and wait for that time as a chilling rain began to fall..
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Emily sat on her sofa, eyes fixed on the pile of presents addressed to her daughter on the table. It was just customary for her to set them out for her penitatas, and gave her comfort last night.. but now, it only brought sorrow. The illusion that her daughter would be coming home for Christmas was gone - Kayla got her wish that it would never come. Her coal filled stocking hung beside the holo ever so neatly within her girl's reach, with the three switches prepared and leaned against the wall just below it. Next to it would be their tree, but she never did get the chance to get a Christmas tree and decorate it with her furry blessing. As if she would have, the way she was acting before. That was all she could think about, is if things would have been different if she didn't become so severe. She felt she should have learned from her friend, Ki'rene.. to keep that strict and severe nature where it needs to be, and ensure the rest of the time is filled with proper parenting. Emily thought she had it down, but all it took was one major wrong doing by the girl she thought was perfect in so many ways, for her attitude to turn cold. The ironic part is that she'd have to be that strict and stern mother today anyhow, denying her daughter her first meal to beat her backside as hard as she could with one of those switches.. then twice more, with corner time to follow each. A terrifying day, caused by her own hand. It was a cruel fate to want to be kind when it was expected of you to bring your penitatas such discipline. Of course Kayla deserved every lick she would have recieved today, and Emily would not have questioned the spankings of any Christmas even. This was what Kayla has to pay to get her second chance; to shed her tears for crimes of old. It was what tormented her heart, the stern nature and desire to see penitatas repent for their crimes counteracting against her other nature that wanted to be Kayla's first mother, so she could grow up well guided and taken care of. Balancing her scolds and stinging hand, with her sweet words and embraces, was becoming difficult. Having time to think about her actions over the last day gave her time to seek clarity of thought. She had questioned her parenting as to if she was at fault.. and could only decide that she was, but with stipulations. If Kayla does wrongly, she is to be punished. If she breaks laws, hacks things, and beats up her classmates, then she is to be punished severely. There was nothing wrong with her spanking, oh no.. it was what she failed to do afterwards. Tuck away the anger long enough to tuck her daughter in, and give reassuring words. She confused being strict with having a stiff face and a lack of love; something Kayla did not deserve, unlike all of the rough spankings. It was a mistake she regretted this somber Christmas morning, wondering if that error was what caused her house to be dark and quiet, without a single glimmering Christmas tree light, or even a tree at all.
"Didn't even get to decorate the tree with her.. wish I had gotten one sooner like I should have. Just had to be a bitch though", Emily griped to herself as she stared off at the presents and whippy branches intended for below her girl's tail. To see her girl's friendly smile once more.. even to see her sorrowful tears.. even if it was to give her a hug and say she was sorry, she wanted the chance.
"Kayla would get in big trouble for talking like that you know", Alex decided to interject, causing Emily's head to snap around startledly, having thought she was alone. He stood beside the stairs, resting on the wall slightly with Melissa in his arms.. making sure not to wish his wife a merry Christmas in this sort of mood. Nobody was that merry anyhow. He had awoke shortly after Emily, around eight in the morning, finding the other side of the bed empty, and Melissa tucked against his back.
"I guess you're right there", he was replied with a sigh, as Emily lowered her head with a more or less plain voice. Oddly not teary, somber, or depressed. A sound which was more choking then the sound of tears. She was so exhausted and distraught, there was nothing left for her to give emotionally. "You might be right about something else too. She could be a major criminal, and not coming home. It's just that I think.. that was not what happened. There's something wrong here, where none of us know what really occured. Either way, I have to accept that it's my fault. I was not vigilant, and she disappeared under my own watch. Today I'd be beating her butt raw..", she spoke confidently, raising her head. It was the words of a woman whom confronted themselves, and found peace in her clarity of thought. The truth, knowing her mistakes and admitting her fault, allowed her to accept what happened. The sole focus inside her mind was simply getting Kayla back, safe and sound.. not worrying about her own guilt, now that she was certain where her guilt laid.
"We, would be beating her butt raw", Alex added to her thoughts, assuring that he would have played an active role this Christmas. He didn't want to leave the rough spankings and tough calls all to his wife - it wasn't fair, even if he was a lot more squeemish about his duty. Causing harm was difficult for him, despite being good at spanking. "..She'll be back honey. Only need to wait", he attempted to reassure, but it ended up coming out awkwardly. There was not much to say. The two wanted their daughter to come home, and no matter what he told his wife, it was not making it happen any sooner. His words could only do so much, for someone obviously adamant about the care of their child, penitatas or not.
"Waiting is something I'm already tired with. I'm going to try and get in touch with Starfleet, and speak with whomever is handling Kayla's disappearance. Don't care what it takes, but I'm not going to sit here and stare at her presents!", Emily announced, with a new sort of emotion arising from the ashes. Love. She got to her feet, turning and walking quickly for the vid-phone in the wall by the dinningroom, vowing to place those presents into her daughter's paws. If she could not search for Kayla herself, she wanted answers, now!
"This is going to be a rough Christmas", Alex said to himself, as he watched Emily leave him and the livingroom to do what she felt she had to. He really wanted to see some cheer and a breakfast, but that seemed unlikely. When something caught him at the corner of his eyes, he turned his head slightly towards the window near the front door. "It's snowing..", he whispered quietly to himself, stopping for a moment to take in the sight of the small white flurries.
\* \* \* \*
Blaine Brayden grew more frustrated with his sensor sweep attempts each minute, carefully examining what he saw on his monitor to counteract the magnetism of the hills he was scanning below. It was like trying to see what was at the bottom of a murky lake; there was a layer of useless garbage in the way. Most of the time, all he was scanning was the sensor ghost of their own hopper, or the top of the thick trees they were hovering above. Ensign Macklenstein had been busy attempting to set the sensors to better scan the hill the entire first run around the wilderness area, as their hopper sped through it at a meer sixty miles per hour. That idea turned out to have little effect, concidering just how much magnedroxide was compressed and consentrated into these hills. A place perfect to act as a shield from sensors and other scanners.. making it a place they wanted to search, repeatedly.
"Sir, we have completed a sweep of the entire hill region", Blaine announced for Commander Falstaff, swiveling his chair around to face the captain's chair that was more higher elevated then he was.
"Any results at all that could be concidered a lifeform large enough to be Kayla?", the Commander asked once he turned his head from watching the rain out of the foreward viewscreen, and propped it once again with his hand below his chin. It was growing to be a sign that he was nervous and concearned. If this expedition for their master hacker failed, he would have a lot to answer for when his leads turned sour.
"No Commander.. I could not detect any lifeforms at all. There were too many sensor ghost spikes, where our image was reflected off the magnaetic fields. We penetrated the tree line many times, but there is too much interference and false readings coming from the hills. Boosting the sensor power and reconfiguring them has not had enough effect against magnedroxide deposits in such close proximity to our ship", he was forced to answer more bluntly then he would have liked. All of his attempts to scan for Kayla were futile, and she could have been within their sensor sweeps at any time and just not seen because of the magnetic fields. If at least a portion of his sweeps were worth a damn, then maybe he would have had some better news.
"Thank you for the vote of confidence in my sensor relay modifications Blaine", Stacy Macklenstein quipped over her shoulder with a tiny sigh, while still operating her sciences console to again boost the sensor accuracy. She was trying her best, but knew very well it was not helping all that much at the moment. She had access to the sensors as well, and saw the false readings for herself.
"Slow the ship to foreward thirty miles per hour, and balance the right and left hover-engines accoringly to allow us to slide smoothly. This next pass will have to be the one that counts, so the more time we spend in an area sweeping, the better off we will be. Afterwards, if we cannot locate miss Ackart, we will break off our search and return to the installation", Commander Falstaff spoke and ordered as he added his other hand below his chin. Yet another sign of his growing disappointment and anxiety, now perfectly uncertain if their thieving hacker could ever be caught, and all of the money and latinum returned to Deltastar. Blaine turned his seat back towards his console and set his station up for another round of long sensor sweeps as they picked up where they had first started scanning the first time, while Ensign Basso slowed the down significantly and set the engine outputs to where it would seem like they're gliding along smoothly. When the sensors continued to give him nonsense information and images, despite the slower speed and his concentration, it crushed the last bit of his hope that the hopper's sensors would be much of any help.
"We're going to have to come up with a new plan and hope we have time to implement it. I'm not going to see a thing down there on the surface.. ", Blaine spoke to himself, watching his screens and console even if they would not prove to be useful.
\* \* \* \*
Cold rain pelted Kayla's still body, having not been able to move very much since she found herself immobile. There was a heavy pain in her chest, feeling as if it was under a crushing pressure. Breathing took all of her strength, and she could have sworn she felt her own insides and organs failing and dying from the injuries and blood loss from her ruptured and charred arteries. The only thing she truely could not at all feel, was the rain landing hard against her phaser wound, with no nerves left within it to feel it. Inside of her dying body was a dying hope, as the small fox waited for her time to come. Red rainwater ran from her fur as the water washed the blood away, and in turn soaked her fur with it's icy chill as the storm moved down the hills to turn into Calleet's snow. Without even an expression on her muzzle, she thought about all of her regrets, and awaited her time. Now she knew how many Aspatrians on her homeworld felt as their passing drew ever so slowly near, with bodies that refused to let go even when they were mortally wounded and diseased beyond recognition from the pollution and chemicals. Those who died of starvation next to her in the alleyways, and those who died of thirst due to the cruelty of the industrial corporations.. what they must have went through. It's what made her run away and sneak on board that freighter, only to find another hard, painful life. As a kindern she did not wish to face the horrors of the death around her, but it seemed to have followed her to her new home on Earth. Kayla was terrified and feeling her being slip away from her.. the beginning of the end - the ultimate. Nothing was more powerful then the end of something. With the death of her will to live, would shortly come the ceasing of her heart. She could almost imagine it shuttering and coming to a halt.. feeling it so vividly, the fox began to think that perhaps it really was happening. Her heart was perhaps finally failing, with her battered body going numb as feeling escaped her. The poor fox's blank, teary eyes stared at the rain as it fell beside her head.. seeing how it lapped at the leaves and mud below.. how fragile life seemed to be, when there was no emergency rejuvenator nearby. She had to face the fact that it was only technology that made her immortal, and she was about to leave the world cold, wet, and all alone. Murdered.
Her regrets were already clear.. how she was never able to turn her life around to a life of good, and ended up being evil to the end. Kayla layed there in the soaking rain and fridged air, thinking about each person she hurt, and even those she had not met and had touched in some way. 'Emily - my mom. You took me in, when everyone else only knew me as a sleeze-ball hacker. As much as it hurt me, you always made your mark with that paddle of mine, teaching me right from wrong. You did your best, this wasn't your fault... and dad, Alex, your care always meant something to me too. You were not around a lot of course.. but you were the one with a smile, that didn't spank me unless you had to. The two of you together made a good home, despite how I had been feeling as of late. If only I was.. leaving the world on better terms with you mom.. that I had finally did something to make you proud of me again, and not as angry. My friends too.. Ninne, Ki'rene.. you were the two I wish I could have had all along. Ki'rene, your clarity of thought and warm wisdom.. and Ninne, your friendship. I would have never become what I am today if I had such qualities', she thought to herself as the tears left her eyes along with the rainwater, all dripping down her fur at once. Just thinking she was getting to speak with them all.. imagining their faces.. gave her a bit of peace for her final moments. They were not there in person, but they were deeply imprinted on her mind and heart - even if she did not have much of either left alive. Alive.. the thought of something being alive or not made her think of her parents. She never did get to know who they were. Being raised an orphan, fending for herself with the assistance of other homeless Aspatrians, there was not much opportunity to ask. Everyone was too busy trying to live one more day on that planet. As much as she wanted to believe there was an older, sweet Aspatrian woman with a face and personality like her.. Kayla had to admit she was more then likely dead as well. Why else would she have been orphaned? Her mind gave her the image of a skinny and ailing Aspatrian, fighting to give birth in a back alley behind a decrepid building.. she had managed to keep herself alive long enough so that her child would survive.. only to finally pass away once she had given birth. Toxins, pollutions, cancers.. all having torn her body to shreads, and only managed to keep her bony body alive with the hopes her girl would see life. The thought made the poor girl cry harder.. wondering if the name 'Kayla' really was from her own mother. Someone who kept themself alive long enough to give birth so that she'd have a life, and she threw that gift of life away! Bastardized it with her evil and twisted games with people's livelihoods. She felt her mother's sacrafices to ensure her life on Aspatria were in vain, if she had wasted it like this. Maybe.. she would get to tell her she was sorry, very soon.
"Everyone... I'm sorry... I love you.. ", Kayla attempted to say, but it came out barely audible when she could barely move her muzzle, and vibrate her vocal cord with her throat caked in blood. Deep down, she was begging anyone or anything to respond to her.. just to make it all better, and say they were there for her. But there was no sound besides the rain falling through the trees, and her own faint breathing, made difficult from her crying. That was it... the fox closed her eyes. It took a minute, but the dying girl's right ear started to raise from it's flattened out position. That engine sound again? They were back! "Wha?.. Them?.. I'm down here damn you", Kayla growled confusedly, with a lot of the sounds slipping through her teeth as her muzzle had a hard time opening. Her body was not responsive, her vision distorted, hearing useless, and her mind dying along with the rest of herself. Everything felt like there was a weight on it, even if she really did wish to run after this ship and hoped they'd find her. Mind going or not, she still remembered what Maxwell said the hills were made of, and that no one would ever find her there. The magnetism made her invisible below the thick trees. Hearing the sound grow nearer made Kayla sob desperately, needing some sort of answer of what to do.. clenching her paws and her toes in frustration, even if the toes didn't exactly move anymore. The firmness in her left paw gave her an idea, pulling the paw and it's contents towards herself. Through her eyes she could see the dark grey and black casing of the phaser she had dragged along with her, and with a shaky motion of her paw against the ground, the pressed the power-increase button again and again. The twin power output bars reached full-green, the maximum, as the sound of engines grew to be it's loudest. Taking a deep breath with her single lung, Kayla summoned the last of her strength as her heart began to give out, and her vision to blur the more effort she tried to use, and wasted more oxygen and blood. With a single, quick movement, she took her arm and flung it into the air as she rolled onto her wounded back at the same time. It was her only chance! "If I hit you, I'm sorry!", she called out, using each bit of her reserve energy as her thumb pressed into the phaser's firing button. The phaser accumulated it's particles inside of it's emitter for a full power beam, and with a flash of red and orange, fired straight into the air where the fox had it pointed, gaining distance from the power setting. The phaser blast singed and vaporized it's way clear through the dense trees, causing some leaves to fall from the air. From all the energy she had just used within her body, she had to resist coughing up more blood as it leaked down the sides of her muzzle.. even as her arm began to lose feeling, she released her thumb and pressed the button, firing all around the sky above in the hopes that her beam could be seen.. that someone would know she was there! The beam left the phaser and fired it's way through the trees where ever she could, littering the sky above with short bursts of phaser fire. The pain in her chest exploded the more she moved around, heart racing till it felt like someone slammed her chest with a sledgehammer.. and everything stopped. Her body suddenly jolted and convulsed inward on itself, with a sharp gurgle of blood leaving Kayla's mouth as the phaser slipped from her raised paw to the muddy leaves at her side.. everything seemed so slow motion and quiet now.. seeing the hazy blur of her arm falling from the air, and the rain trickling down towards her from the trees above..
\* \* \* \*
All seemed perfectly routine on board the hopper, with Blaine watching his screens and pannels. None of the two ensigns he chose to come along were making any noise, leaving only the beeps of the consoles and the drone of the engines to fill the metalic bridge of the craft. Though they were taught to expect the unexpected, even on the most routine of missions, none of them would have expected what was coming. With their sensors detecting nothing unordinary, they had no idea. Commander Falstaff had been keeping his eyes on the rain outside the craft, slouched in his commander's chair to think about the next course of action. They weren't finding anything at this rate at all. However, their target found them all on her own, without their even knowing. A sharp vibration jolted upwards through Commander Falstaff's large chair as the sound of something hitting the lower hull came up through the craft. As he quickly sat back up in his chair startled, he threw his head over his shoulder towards Ensign Macklenstein, wanting a report.
"Ensign, what is th-", was all he could get out of his mouth before he was replied with just what it was, as Stacy worked quickly at her consoles and scanners. The other two ensigns were equally baffled at the sudden bumps in what was supposed to be a smooth ride.
"Phaser fire?!", she exclaimed as a prompt warning for her commanding officer, but it sounded more like a note of total confusion and surprise if anything. Those two words were enough to make the three men cringe, with Blaine turning his own head from his console - the sensors were not providing him with any data on the matter. Commander Falstaff's face went solid, bringing out his leadership abilities automatically as soon as he heard they were in possible danger. Who the hell would fire on his hopper? When another beam hit the bottom of the ship again, he wanted to know that answer immediately.
"Shields up! Continue foreward momentum and give me a damage report on the hull!", he ordered very quickly, watching the viewscreen to see a discipating phaser beam miss the nose of the ship. None of them thought they would be attacked.. and who ever their attacker was, picked an odd place to fire on them. The thought of it being Kayla crossed their minds only briefly; they did not care whom it was.
"Damage appears to be minimal. No major systems were damaged when the lower hull was struck", Stacy answered in a more collected manner, even if her voice was still excited as she worked. A phaser blast then struck their lower shields, causing a small vibration through the ship's hull.
"The last shot to our outer plating ruptured a power junction at the base of the number two engine. The circuits have been bypassed to the secondaries - no loss of hover output", Ensign Basso called from the pit-like helm of the ship, up towards his commanding officer and crew members. Then, as suddenly as the phaser fire from below began, it seemed to have ceased as they slowly passed by it's point of origin. Commander Falstaff watched the viewscreen carefully for any more beams for only a few seconds more, till he decided they could stop the ship as it was.
"Engines, full stop. Keep at the sensor sweeping altitude Engisn Basso, the rest of us will be transporting down. I'll set the computer to re-raise the shields after we drop them for transport. Ensign Macklenstein and Brayden, get your rifles and let's go", he again barked in order, using haste in his words and movements as he got up from his chair and moved towards the rear transporter pad at the back of the bridge. Before leaving the installation, he stopped by the weapons locker and picked up three phase rifles, one for each of his landing team. The two lower ranking officers left their stations as directed, both with a knot in their stomach. No one wants to end up in a situation with many unknowns, and this situation was just like that. An armed suspect had fired at their ship, meaning they were armed, and their location was not completely known. Never knew when you yourself could be struck with a phaser beam, one which apparently had enough power to punch a hole into the base of one of their engines. Commander Falstaff entered their coordinates into a small terminal on the wall beside the small transport pad while Stacy and Blaine picked up their rifles and pulled the black strap shoulder strap onto their shoulders. They would have to go down and deal with whatever was thrown at them.
"Ready Commander", Ensign Brayden acknowledged, once his phase rifle was secure and Stacy was on the transporter pad beside him. Falstaff gave a quick nod and pressed a single button on the control pannel.
"Energizing! Be ready!", he replied as he hurried onto the pad. Ensign Brayden held his rifle poised ready in his arms, so he'd be ready to fire as soon as he materialized. The timed transport engauged, taking down the ship's shields.. the tingle and visual sensations took over Blaine's body, as he was taken apart molecule by molecule inside the transporter, feeling himself inside the matter stream. The bridge disappeared from his view as the beam took apart the last of his body, and he began to reappear on the surface, somewhere just below the ship. He looked around readily as soon as the beam materialized his entire body, and he did not have to worry about harming himself inside the transporter beam. The party's uniforms began to get wet in the freezing rain once they had each appeared, phase rifles raised with their flashlights shining off into the dark woods. Each had a look of alarm on their faces, peering around the trees nervously.. they had been fired upon by something, and visibility was much too low for comfort. All they could hear was the pitter-patter of rain on the trees above, to pitter-patter again on the leaves below, along with the sound of their hopper's engines hovering in place a few yards behind them. Even the bright blue shine of the six hover engines proved to be no assistance through trees this dense.. it was pitch black. Cold, wet, scared, and with a weapon in your hands - an inevitablily for a Starfleet officer at some point or another. Commander Falstaff slowly lifted his right arm, and made a gesture for Blaine to go right, and Stacy to go left, with simple, silent points and movements of his arm and hand. Without wasting any time to acknowlege the order, the two officers cluched their phase rifles and begun to creep around through the trees, while Falstaff attempted to continue foreward. A formation that would put someone on their attacker's flanks. It was not possible to be quiet through the rustling leaves on the bed of the forest, but they were already busy shining their flashlights around for a sign of life as it was. As he worked his way through the wet darkness, Blaine did see something odd in the light of his flashlight as he panned his rifle around. Looked a decent distance from him.. but it wasn't the color of the forest floor. He shined his rifle flashlight around to see if he could see the Commander nearby, and flashed his light to him to show he had found something. Commander Falstaff was back a few paces, but he answered with a flash of his own light. Blaine continued foreward from there, half walking and half running through the brush of the forest, only being careful enough to not trip on a thick surface deposit of magnedroxide. The object grew closer, with Blaine moving left to get between Commander Falstaff and he's paths, where it was located. Shining the light upon it.. made it not look like an object. The sight made Engisn Brayden stop in his tracks, to raise his weapon and shine his light at what was a few yards ahead.. didn't move, and it did look a lot like..
"Kayla?..", he asked himself, completely uncertain. What he saw certainly did not look like the clean, orange anthro-fox from the pictures. What ever it was, looked very distressed. With a heavy huff from his nostrils, he took off running through the leaves, making a wake of crunches and snaps from twigs as he pushed branches and brush away from his body as he ran. The man held his rifle unready with his left arm, only using it's flashlight. It was a foolish move, but it felt right. Breaking through one last branch, he arrived to find what he had saw, and knelt down very quickly to assess the situation. Just as he thought he saw.. this girl was in no condition to fight. In fact, she seemed to be in bad shape. Kayla had been laying on her back, soaked in rainwater and mud.. head tilted backwards as she laid unconscious, blood dripping precariously from her muzzle.. with her right arm out to her side, and the phaser beside her, at maximum setting. The small fox looked like hell.. but what was wrong? Blaine hurrily shove his rifle down to the ground to get it off of him, reaching for Kayla's neck to check her pulse.. there was barely anything at all, and it was erratic, skipping several beats at a time. She was dying, and was going to in a matter of only a minute or two. "Stacy! Commander! Get over here quickly!", he called out desperately, knowing she needed prompt help.. but he was not a medical officer. In fact, none of them were. 'Dammit, why the fuck didn't I choose a medical officer to accompany me?', Blaine cursed himself inside his head, lightly slapping at Kayla's right cheek to see if she'd come to. Her body was limp and lifeless, no matter how much he smacked or prodded her. It's when he noticed the wound on the back of her head though.. and her mangled, broken left ear as it hung awkwardly.. This girl was no runaway. With a quick growl he decided he could not wait for the others, and reached his arms underneath the girl to lift her from the ground and get a transport... but as soon as he reached his left hand under her back, he found the phaser wound and jumped backwards startledly onto the seat of his uniform pants. It felt fleshy and burnt, and was one of the most frightening surprises he had recieved all his life. In the glow of the flashlight coming from the ground, he could see the red blood run off his hand as it was washed away by the rain. This girl was more then just dying, it seemed like they were already too late. Just before he could fling his hand to his communicator badge, Ensign Macklenstein slid to the ground on her knees at Kayla's other side, to also check for a pulse. Only this time.. she felt nothing. The blood had stopped trickling from her muzzle, and it was slowly being removed from her fur by the rainwater.
"She's gone into cardiac arrest. We have to get her to the ship!", she said as quickly and tensely as her body could allow. She was only an ensign, a rookie science officer.. seeing a body and a dying person was not something she had become desensitized to. The urge to cry was great even for her, but she could not allow her superiors to see that. All Blaine had to hear was 'cardiac' and he had snapped back to and smacked his com-badge as hard as he could while Commander Falstaff caught up with the younger officers.
"Jason, four to beam up! Hurry!", Ensign Brayden himself ordered, concidering these were his colleagues, and he outranked them due to Commander Falstaff's orders for this mission. He quickly placed a hand on Kayla's chest, through her matted down and very dirty white shirt, to ensure she was pulled into the matter stream with them. Commander Falstaff came to a quick halt at their side and stood up straight for transport as they were all enveloped in the transporter beam and dematerialized in a blue sparkle. As soon as they arrived back on the bridge of the hopper transport, Falstaff made haste with his feet for Ensign Macklenstein's station, wet black boots clanking against the metal.
"Basso, raise the hopper to emergency vehicle altitude! Proceed to Calleet Hospital, maximum speed! Transmit a medical emergency beacon so we don't hit any other emergency vehicles, and so the hospital knows we are coming!", he gave in prompt order, working his hands across his own computer pannel to open a communications link to his installation. There was no way to get there in time to save Kayla, they needed to get her to the nearest medical center. They did not even have an emergency rejuvenator on the ship, just medical supplies. Stacy Macklenstein was busy with a med-kit as the engines roared to full, rotating the hopper and accellerating it off at it's max empty-cargo speed of four hundred miles per hour. Inertial dampers or not, the metalic interrior of the ship still shook at this speed. Blaine grasped Kayla's shirt hard at the chest and ripped it open, allowing Stacy to connect a cardiac stimulator above her heart, before placing a cordical stimulator on her forehead above her eyes and muzzle. Blaine raised his head with a worried and inquisitive look on his face towards Stacy.. she knew just what he was thinking, raising her head as well.
"This will only hold her vital signs for a short time. She's been too badly injured", she answered his expression, sounding choked up about the situation. Blaine was forced to sigh and let out a smile only a leader could force out.
"You did your best. I'll take it from here", Blaine was quick to compliment and offer the shaken officer. She bit her lip and nodded her head accordingly, before raising herself to her black shoes and heading for the front of the bridge. It was his duty to help those like her when he could.. even if he felt no better, seeing such a young penitatas bloodied and dying before his eyes. Reaching his hand under her back will be a feeling and image that will follow him through his career now. Trying to keep close to Kayla and watch her, he reached over across the transporter pad for the medical tricorder and scanner from the med-kit Stacy and pulled down. He did the only thing he could.. flip it open, and use the scanner on the fox's head and chest to monitor her vital signs. They were almost nonexistant, but the important ones were still partially functional. Her organs just had to last a bit longer till they arrived at the hospital in a couple minutes..
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"Where is she? I want to see her, now!", Emily ungraciously demanded as Alex kept his arms wrapped around her. Not to comfort her, but to keep her from knocking the nurse over to get into where Kayla had been taken inside the hospital. The desperate mother's Christmas morning phone-tag eventually got the news relayed to her that her daughter had finally been found, and had been taken to the Calleet Medical Center - their hospital. Not long ago they were here for Ki'rene, and now Kayla was even worse off. They arrived not all too long after Kayla; roughly fourty minutes. The hopper she arrived in was still hovering in place at the back of the facility, with the Starfleet officers staying to question and protect the small fox. They could do neither though, as the doctors were still working to try and save her life. When she first arrived, even an emergency rejuvenation was too dangerous with her flatlining. You could not rejuve the dead afterall.
"I'm sorry miss Targate, but Kayla is undergoing major surgery!", the nurse told her for the third time, holding her hands nervously together as she stood in front of Emily to bar her passage. Emily gripped her husband's arms, teeth clenched as she tried to squirm and pry his hands from around her belly. This whole ordeal was painful enough, she didn't even know what was going on with her girl, and she was so close by.
"Nurse?", came a voice from the push door at the nurse's side, as someone pushed it open and poked their head out from around the side of the door to look at what was going on. It was very obviously a doctor, in full gown, as he stepped through the door and let it swing closed behind himself. "I can help her here. Go in and get prepped, the other surgeons might need you to help with some of the reconstruction. All the hands we can get is a plus", he calmly explained to the nervous woman, whom replied with a nod and stepped through the swing door she was guarding. As soon as he turned towards Emily, she froze.. seeing all the blood on his gloved hands. Kayla's blood? No..
"Where is Kayla? Please tell me what happened.. ", Emily spoke slowly and deeply tearily, going limp in Alex's hold on her. Her voice was filled with worry and fear, pleading to know what happened to her girl. Alex gulped down his own insecurities, releasing his hold on his wife, since she seemed to have stopped struggling and trying to get into the operating room Kayla was occupying. The doctor took a quick deep breath, still seeming oddly calm and alright with even this situation in his expressions and body language. It came with the line of work.
"We're having difficulty saving her at the moment, and we still have an emergency rejuvenator on standby if there ends up being no way to repair such extensive damage to her body. When she was last here a year ago, the problem was an anurism caused by too much blood pressure and tightening blood vessels.. quite frankly, an easy fix. This time around, we are forced to deal with her Aspatrian physiology, and it's differences from our own. Your penitatas daughter has suffered a close range phaser wound that would have been instantly fatal for a human her age, one blunt force trauma wound to the back of the head, and another to the left side of her head. Your daughter's left ear-drum and delicate inner ear bones shattered, and the cartilage of the ear has been broken apart - leaving her partially deaf. Her spinal cord is damaged and suffering blood loss, and she is currently paralized completely below the waist. Her internal organs have all failed at least in some way, and her left lung has sufferd extreme damage. As it stands, Kayla has had multiple heart attacks from her injuries, with almost no blood left in her body. We're still synthesizing blood for her, and pumping it in as quickly as we can make compatible Aspatrian blood. It's very difficult since they are not a common species on Earth, and we're not familiar with their insides. However, we are still trying our best for you and her both.. so she does not have to prolong her sentence by becoming a medicalos. There are three other surgeons and soon to be three nurses working on Kayla right now, and she's stable. Her heart is now operating as intended, we repaired blood vessels and trauma first. Her spine is what we're doing now, using a neural pathway generator to re-connect severed nerve connections, while we find solutions to some of the other internal organs that do not function exactly like a human's, and how to repair her lung. It's going to take a few more hours to make sure she's all set on the inside, but we're doing our best. I can promise you that. Kayla is not going anywhere, and you'll be able to see her whenever she wakes up later today", the doctor explained as simply as he could for the two non-medically-able parents. Calm or not, he was sorry this could not go any quicker. There was just too many things wrong with his patient, thanks to complications from her phaser injury. Emily was too choked up and shocked about what had actually happened to her daughter to say anything. Her eyes were watery and glazed over, with her mind seeming to be elsewhere.
"Thank you sir. We'll wait. Good luck", Alex spoke very quietly, almost like a whisper as he pulled Emily into more of an embrace.. now, he was holding her for comfort, and not restraint. The doctor smiled slightly and gave them a wave from his bloody hand, turning and heading back through the door that he emerged from. Right inside was a small archway that blasted him from all sides with a tingling sensation, sanitazing him instantly. As soon as the doorway in front of him was certain of his cleanliness, it opened and allowed him through into the large, dark single operating room. The doctor walked towards the only source of light in the room above a large table, where his patient continued to lay motionless as she was operated on by the other three surgeons. When noninvasive surgery was extremely prevailant, it was out of the ordinary for him to see such a young patient cut open as if this was a butcher's shop of old. Cut open along the spinal section to have her spine repaired, while the other surgeon painstakingly worked inside the opened crater of Kayla's phaser wound, attempting to solve the issue of her partially destroyed lung. Only thing that kept her lifesigns stable were stimulators and a pure-oxygen ventalator, as synthetic Aspatrian blood was pumped into her body through a tube in her right arm. Nude and clean, aside from blood released during her operations, she was still out cold.
"What is our patient's status?", he asked his fellows once his cloth mask was back over his mouth, taking a dermal regenerator into his right hand.
"I have the cranial swelling under control from her blunt force trauma. Nurse Teia, I need her skin closed up at rupture at the back of her head. Don't need her bleeding out the blood we're trying to keep in", the older of the doctors answered first, as he scanned the status of Kayla's brain activity with a medical tricorder. The second doctor at his side made a grunt, as he continued his own work inside Kayla's back and chest cavity with a cutting laser and sealer. The other doctors simply continued working on what they had been, trying to repair whatever biological damage they could locate, in order to save their patient's life. The fox was not making things easy with her anatomy, or body that was quite ready to give out.
"I wish I had much of a status to give you at all Doctor Wyatt. This girl's lung is fused in it's current position, it will go to pieces if I continue to cut into it. There is also this.. green thing I see down here, below the wound. Don't even know what the hell that is", the much younger doctor repied nonchalantly, sticking his finger into the hole in Kayla's back to point down at the organ, and some areas of concearn involving her lung. Just a whole mess of pinks and reds, with black areas of dead flesh and burns.
"Does it look damaged?", Doctor Wyatt asked in a curiously amused manner, using his dermal regenerator on the incision that exposed Kayla's spine, in the areas that had been repaired already by the third doctor. That one was running a complex device with a cylindrical emitter on a metal arm over her back. Every so often the emitter would shine a shade of blue, or rapidly flash white as he worked through a virtual reality interface over his eyes and hands to preform micro-surgery on the damaged nerves throughout her back and spineal section. Normally they would not have to cut their patient open and expose the spine, but Kayla's fur was confusing the device.. and there was no room for a possible error when it came to something so vital.
"Well, no, not really", the other doctor hummed and pondered curiously, sticking his head close to the wound to be able to see into her lower chest cavity more clearly, moving some skin with his forefinger. The wet flesh caused some nearby charred fur to stick to it.
"Then leave it alone. You know what they say, don't fix what isn't broken. Assist Doctor Kotomari with the nervous system repairs and stabilization. I'm still seeing a degraded response from the left side of her body, even though the spinal connection to her lower areas has been re-established", he instructed the young doctor, tapping on a vital sign and bioscan data monitor at the side of Kayla's bed, to show what areas of nerve damage he was referring to. It was taking time, but it was working. "As for me, I'll see what I can do about her lung. The phaser damage and burns should be a lot easier to handle if I could at least get her breathing on her own. Her metabolism would assist the regenerators in putting her skin back together", Wyatt commented, taking the cutting laser and sealer into his right hand, and a bio-comminutor into his left. He had a lung to disassemble and regenerate. His eyes looked down lower then the wound he was about to operate in.. looking at the small, orange paw of his patient. Sitting the cutter-sealer down upon the table, he placed his hand on top of the furred paw, and looked up at the lifeless muzzle and face of the penitatas they called 'Packet-Storm'. All he could see was a little girl that looked like she did a lot of smiling.. rubbing the paw lightly with his fingers and thumb. She had a family she needed to go home to. He wanted to make sure she got there.
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After a couple hours, Emily had the delightful news of finally getting to see her daughter. Kayla was not yet awake, but done with her surgeries. Her internal damages had been repaired, as well as her ear when all four doctors were able to work on it together to fix the delicate bones and cartilage. As far as they knew, all was fixed and she was on the road to recovery, even if the road wasn't entirely short. Kayla's body would not be the same to her for a while during the healing process. The two scared, yet thankful parents were lead to a patient room a few floors up by one of the other nurses that had tended to their daughter. Knowing Kayla was alright put them at ease, even if the cause of all her injuries was still partly a mystery. Needless to say, she did not beat and shoot herself. When they reached the room, the pneumatic door was already opened for them.. walking in quietly to lay their eyes on Kayla once more. Now they truely could be at rest, seeing the furry fox laying restfully on the hospital bed, looking much better then what the doctor described to them earlier. All that covered her body was a blue blanket to keep her warm. A pannel on the wall let out a short beep, as it checked on one of Kayla's bodily functions, and monitored her heart and other activities with rows of graphs and oscilliscopes. All that was left attached to the young girl was a small grey device upon her temple.. what it did, they didn't have much of an idea. They were just glad they did not get to see her when she was bloody and so badly wounded apparently.. would not be enough buckets to hold the vommit and tears. The thought of Kayla so mangled was nauseating and sickening.
"Kayla honey, we're here now. Please, wake up?", Emily spoke tenderly and softly as she sat down in the chair beside her girl's bed, taking her paw and holding it between her hands as tears welled in her eyes. The fur of her paw.. the little black claws.. it all felt so warm. It did not take much time without her for Emily to realise how much she cared about Kayla. This feeling was one she missed dearly, looking into the still face of her daughter. As she started to pet and rub her paw, the mother noticed a certain twich in the whiskers on Kayla's muzzle. Though, in a burst that broke the silence in the room violently, the fox's body lurched foreward in a wretching cough, trembling as she pulled her other arm from the covers to clutch her aching chest. It sounded as if she was trying to cough up blood, but in actuality, there was none left. She had been out for hours. Emily nearly bolted from the seat, holding Kayla's paw tightly with one hand, to use the other on her girl's chest to push her gently back down onto the bed. "Hold still! You're alright!", she was quick to re-assure, parental instincts kicking in promptly to make sure the fox did not hurt herself. The nurse that accompanied them rushed to Emily's side and leaned over the guard-railing of the child sized hospital bed, using a hypospray into her neck once Emily had her head back down on the pillow. Kayla growled and whimpered pitifully in sputters, eyes tearing up from an intense pain that enveloped her chest.. till the painkillers sunk in, and she started to untense her body, panting and making strange noises from her ordeal. As far as she knew, she was supposed to be dead in the middle of a forest, and the next person she was suppsed to see was her real mother.
"I'll go get the head doctor", the nurse said to them both before hurrying out of the room with her empty hypospray. The doctor wanted to be notified as soon as she woke, so she ran to ensure he got there as quickly as he cold.
"Kayla?..", the mother tried once again, taking her hand and using it to turn her girl's muzzle towards her. She just wanted to hear one word.. anything! As Kayla's panting slowed upon her vision un-bluring and seeing her mother huddled over her.. she could not speak. The young fox broke out into tears, sobbing and crying out of the shock of just being alive to see her family again. The ultimate horror would not befall her today. Alex knelt down at Emily's side as she reached down and held Kayla closely, trying hard not to move her too much. She knew her daughter felt better when she cried into her chest while being held, so she held her and let her do just that.. besides, she too wanted to weep, while over her girl's shoulders. Alex simply beamed a smile, placing his hand on Kayla's thigh through her blanket, giving it a caring pat.. even if he wanted to cry just as badly as the other two. Figured one had to be strong during this, even if the thoughts of her injuries haunted his mind. He admired and loved Kayla, and knew her terrible past life.. it was not fair to be maimed so indiscriminately. To spill such a sweet girl's blood was unthinkable.
"I had convinced myself I'd never see you guys again!.. Tha-.. That I was good as dead! What happened?!", Kayla cried out with difficulty, feeling a tight sensation in her chest. Though.. it felt like she had two lungs once again. Painful or not, that throbbing lung felt good to her as she sobbed.
"I was going to ask you that!", Emily exclaimed in return, having still not known what happened to her daughter. How she ended up in such a horrible condition, and disappeared from their home. "Starfleet officers found you and took you here in a transport ship. You have been on an operating table for hours, they had to butcher you to fix everything that was wrong", she tried to answer, despite the teariness. There was no rush to know how Kayla got into her condition, there was plenty of time for that. Her only duty was to wipe the fear from her young girl's mind, and it was working, with Kayla's tears slowing.
"Butcher is such a harsh word. I prefer to call it controled mutilation. How is my little patient feeling?", Doctor Wyatt entered with the carefree and humorous nature of a long-standing doctor, stepping towards the bed with a large medical datapad in his right hand. Emily sat back into her chair so the doctor could have his room, even if she still took Kayla's paw to hold again.
"In semi-tolerable pain.. didn't feel this bad even when I was laying face down in a puddle of mud with a hole in my back", she sniffled and choked out as she tried to stop crying so she could speak with the man. There was so little energy in her body, she felt like sleeping another several hours already from just crying half a minute.
"That was before we were ungracious enough to piece back together your nervous system. Now your nerves' complaints are actually reaching your brain. The device on your right temple there will help your head manage all of the signals - it was too much for your damaged synaptics once we brought your spine back to working order. It will buffer the sensations for you, to make them manageable so you do not pass out from the signals confusing your brain anymore", he replied as if it was everyday material as he tapped at a few keys on his datapad, kneeling down at Kayla's side to check on her and her vital signs on the wall.
"What about everything they did to me?", Kayla then asked as she wiped her eyes and her nose, even checking her paw to make certain to herself nothing was bleeding.
"They?..", Emily let out inquisitively, even if she did not mean to interrupt. So something horrible did happen to her daughter..
"Your injuries? You will be alright, but your body has a lot of natural healing to do. I'll be accelerating it, but it will still be difficult. Your body will be using all of it's energy to work on all the areas we operated on, completing the repairs needed. The damage to your spinal cord will also require your brain to get used to the signals again, so just watch your step when you walk for the next day or two. The other aches and pains will take a week or more.. we did extensive operating inside your chest. However, you're still completely biological, no implants were required. It was like adding more stuffing to the teddy-bear with a hole in it, except we just regenerated the stuffing you already had. Even your blood is a replicated synthetic - there is not much of the real deal inside of you right now, till your body can produce more. Your ear was also tricky work, we had to do all the work manually since there is no record of an Aspatrian ear reconstruction on record here on Earth. You have lots of little bones in there, about nine. Go on, move your ear", the doctor went on to explain further, as he was asked. He did notice Kayla's not moving her left ear, and decided to add an encouraging word. Kayla lifted up her head a bit more, and though she was scared it might hurt, she pivoted her left ear.. bringing it into normal conjunction with her right when she realised it did not hurt. Boy was it good to hear like a normal Aspatrian again. Kayla let out a big smile upon her muzzle, even if her face looked tired and worn at the moment, with her eyes watery.
"Thank you for all the work you did.. ", she was certain to thank, wishing she wasn't laying on her tail. She wanted very much to swish it around and wag it happily, just to feel free. The fox lifted her left paw and brought it close to her muzzle, where she could see through the fur a little easier. Her silver, filled in 'P' was right where she left it. No 'M' today. "And you did it without rejuvenating me. Now that's good work, concidering I was supposed to be dead", Kayla decided to joke back to the doctor, since he seemed like the one that would appreciate a lighthearted compliment.
"Supposed to be, should be - the natural probability of things will just have to wait their turn. I got to you first, so I won fair and square!", Doctor Wyatt softly chuckled, reaching up and giving the fox's headfur a quick ruffle. "There's some Starfleet folks that want to have a tea break with you. Either that or they want to interrogate you. I have not yet told them you are out of surgery, and I plan to keep it that way for a short while longer if I have a say in it. And I do!", he continued to speak in his perky demeanor, climbing to his feet. "I'll let you see your family and rest till they show up", he said as he hit a few last keys on his datapad, and using it to wave to his patient.
"Bye doctor!", came out of Kayla's muzzle as friendly and warm as she would always speak. Music to Emily's ears, by every means. There was still the matter of.. the hacking though. She had to deal with that, and find out what happened out there. The room seemed all too quiet as the doctor left, and Emily held her head low, trying to think of how to ask what she wanted to.
"Kayla, I need you to tell me what happened to you. Did you really want to get away from me? Ninne told me all about how cornered you felt.. with how I was treating you", Emily asked to know, with difficulty. Alex stood up from where he had knelt before, to excuse himself if need be. His wife was adamant when it came to setting things straight with Kayla, and he wanted to give the two that chance. He just wanted to hear what happened to his girl as well. Kayla sank the back of her head into her pillow, looking up towards the ceiling at the thought of trying to explain all her horrors in a nutshell.. plus she was not at all happy to hear that Ninne started leaking her personal secrets. That was information shared in confidence. Penitatas confidence, from one to another.
"No mom, I'd never do that.. ", she spoke very softly, very hurt that Ninne would have said such a thing. True or not, she did not want to hurt her mother's feelings like that. It made her feel terrible - more so then she already felt. "I'm sorry you heard about that. Yeah, I was rather down and unsure of what to do in terms of avoiding being roughly spanked. You had gotten so strict with me, and seemed angry a lot with me. I mouthed off too much for my own good though. Not supposed to poke the bear. If I really was being bad I guess I have no one to blame but myself. I missed you mom!", Kayla made certain to clarify first, scared of what her mother might thought. Even if she had not heard the words 'furry blessing' in a long time, and spent each day being spanked without being consoled.. she missed her mom, so much. Owed too much to her. Hearing her daughter say that put so much in Emily's heart to rest. She squeezed Kayla's paw affectionately, lifting it as she tried not to cry again, even if her voice remained teary as ever.
"I have to punish you when you're bad, but I caused you to be bad some of those times by being cold. You're my daughter, and I didn't care for you properly because I was too angry about how you did all that hacking and going after Ashley. Felt bad you were so actively defying me, it wasn't like you and it just made me want to punish you. But.. I made things too hard on you, it's no wonder you had grown so frustrated with me. I'm sorry.. you're still my furry blessing, and you always will be! I'll keep myself in better check, so I preform both my duties.. not only correcting your behavior. You deserve every spanking you get Kayla, always.. but you'll have me there to help make things better. I don't abandon you emotionally like that again. I will take care of you right, and make sure you get only what you deserve", Emily herself also had to assure her furry daughter.. they both had things to admit and tell one another. They loved eachother too much to do that to themselves. The mother just wish she knew how she slipped into such a downward spiral when it came to her care.. Kayla was her life. Teaching the little fox right from wrong with the firmest of hands, and showing her what it's like to have a parent, with the gentlest of hands. Working using the two extremes at once was amasingly hard.
"I'll try not to disappoint you like I did again.. I just tried to do my best.. ", Kayla said somewhat sadly, turning her head back towards her mother's. Without a sound, a pair of tears left her eyes - she could not help it. She did not want to disappoint her mother, meanwhile she had to admit to the crimes she just again committed. The fox was a penitatas for a reason afterall; her 'best' when it came to judgement was not always that sound. Fighting for her friend seemed great at the time, and she did end up bearing some great fruit from her investigation.. but that did not make it legal, or moral. Her mother paddled that hard enough under her tail.
"I know sweetie, I do. There were just times that I lost it, and the more I punished you the more I grew away from what I was supposed to be doing. Confused being strict with not telling you that I loved you, and not taking good care of you. You'll be punished just as hard and strictly, I can assure.. but you'll get the breaks that you earn yourself, and the warmth a growing girl needs. Promise!", Emily reiterated clearly, so Kayla knew that she really did understand her plight. She knew Kayla tried her best, and that was what made her a great daughter.
"But what happened? Who did this to you? Were you the one who robbed Deltastar, like the news said?..", Alex broke into their conversation to ask, not able to wait any longer to know. The truth had to be told, and Kayla had it. The fox looked suddenly saddened deeper by being asked so bluntly, but she had a feeling it was coming. It could not be avoided.
"Yes. It was", Kayla said with a pause and a gulp, feeling all too vulnerable with admission of guilt. She was not about to pause again though, to ensure neither of her parents would smack her before she told her story. "I was kidnapped to do just that. These two sick, pathetic men named Maxwell and Tyson.. they had long planned to do it. Tyson hit me in the back of the head to knock me out and transport to their waiting ship when no one was looking out front of our house.. nearly killed me. They took me to an area of nothing but hills, full of this stuff called magnedroxide so no one would find me. Forced me to hack into Deltastar by threatening to kill me.. I.. was just very frightened, and didn't want them to hurt you guys either. They said they'd kill you all too. If I wanted to come home I had no choice.. ", the poor fox whimpered very tearily, sputtering and sobbing lightly as it looked like she was fighting it immensely. Strong girl or not, it was still horrific. "They tried to manipulate and hurt me.. and forced me to break into Starfleet Headquarters again, to try and steal valueable files. I failed, and I was shot with a phaser in the back and left for dead. I had no choice!", she cried, ever so ashamed of what she did, and the people she hurt. Emily and Alex were choked up, not certain of what to say.. she committed the worst crimes imaginable, but it was to save her life. They always say to comply with kidnappers, but what she did sat awkwardly in their stomachs.
"We'll take this one step at a time, don't you worry. No one is going to arrest you without going through us first. Your mom and I will go and find the Starfleet officers so you can tell them what happened, and the money can be recovered", Alex was actually quick to reply, even if he was very baffled as to how to feel about the situation. He made a bit of a hand motion to his wife, that suggested they needed to go, right then. Emily bit her lip for a moment, standing up and still holding her girl's paw.
"I understand Kayla. You did what you had to do.. even if a lot of money was stolen, you did just as you were taught to do. No money is worth your life! Think about it sweetie.. cause I know it's hurting you. I don't damn you for this, and I never will", Emily said slowly and melancholy, looking straight down into Kayla's foxy eyes to show her she meant it. Kayla sniffed through her black nose, finding herself only able to lightly nod. She was too uncertain of herself to do otherwise. Emily reluctantly released Kayla's paw, so that she could rest. "After your dad and I find the Starfleet officers, I'm going to make a call to the Corrections Council. See if I can't get rid of your Christmas punishment. I knew this whole thing was fishy, when Ninne showed me your personal folder and I read the things you wrote..", she then tried to say more quickly, as Alex continued to beckon her towards the door so they could get the Starfleet officers. Time meant the people who did this to Kayla were slipping farther away. Kayla laid there in her teary silence, watching as her parents rushed from the room. There was a lump in the fox's chest, and she could not tell if it was from the guilt and crying or from the surgery she apparently had. Having to tell her parents what she did was heartbreaking. It was hard enough fighting her own thoughts on the matter, but now she had to worry about everyone else's too. Now she was some sort of super criminal.. oh the blisters this would bring her. Hearing all the secrets Ninne leaked during her ordeal was also very disheartening. Unlike what she had first told her mother, releasing the location of her folder made Ninne brake a confidence stronger then what penitatas tell one another in confidence. It was the confidence between friends. That folder contained her most deepest thoughts, like a diary of her life and things that she wanted to keep private - for herself only. Certainly miffed her, if anything, as well as added to her feeling of awkwardness. She had to worry about being judicially paddled now by a judge, and the disappointment of her parents and friends about Deltastar. They didn't even seem to know about Starfleet, so perhaps that had not leaked out yet. All she could do was lay there with a worried expression on her face, and stare off at the white ceiling once again..
"Miss Ackart?", came a call from her doorway, as someone knocked on the door-frame. Kayla made a quiet 'hmm?' to herself, turning her head back over to see whom her visitor was, being that the voice was entirely unfamiliar. It was a young man in a full Starfleet uniform.. and though he was smiling, Kayla had little welcome for the man. She turned her head back over and whimpered a bit, feeling the urge to cry returning to her chest and eyes.
"Come to arrest me officer?", she asked as soon as she was not looking at him, and could not see his actions. After her ordeal, Kayla wasn't much in the mood to see a pair of wrist-cuffs or a phaser. The man must have understood her worries, so he approached the bed very slowly as he continued speaking, going no further then a couple paces away from the bed to allow her space.
"No, I haven't. I've come to see how you were doing for myself, and to ask you some questions about today", he asked as carefully as he possibly could, to make certain there was no room for possible hostility in his voice, or anything that would further scare the girl. Kayla, though lightly trembling under the blanket, rolled her head back over to look at the man. She had to comply, or face even worse charges or beatings, she figured. The man placed his right hand unthreateningly upon his chest as he started to speak again. "I am..", was all he could get out, before Kayla noticed an oddly proud smirk come across the man's face, "..Lieutenant Blaine Brayden - Starfleet operations installation number eighty eight", he had spoke as proudly as he smirked. While waiting, he finally recieved his promotion with commendations for his superior actions throughout the investigation. Now there was a Christmas present he could enjoy.
"And I'm the miscreant penitatas that dampened your holidays. I'm sure you've heard my name enough, so I'll spare you it. Just don't forget I was physically forced to do what I did, before you give me a mountain of charges. A hill of charges will suffice to punish me", Kayla sighed in relent, only trying to humor herself while she delt with what would most likely be an announcement of her charges. The that'll be coming from her backside when this is all over with a judge will be able to boil water.. so she could not help but be a smartass. She was just lucky Emily was not in the room to hear her speaking that way to a Starfleet officer.
"True, doing this at Christmas time was rough, but it's not your fault. I had a quick word with your parents already, and that tidbit of information you just gave me corresponds to what they said, as well as our own forensics team. Maxwell and Tyson are now the real owners of the number one 'most wanted' slot. We found the shack too Kayla. There isn't much we don't know at this point; the pieces have fallen together", Blaine answered honestly, but he knew honesty was the best policy in this situation. Kayla was too unoptimistic to be delt with totaly rationally - she needed to be shown he was not hostile and was trustable. Only way to do that was with.. well, honesty!
"Then what do you need to ask me?.. ", the fox was forced to ask, since they seemed to get the picture rather well. The man didn't seem like he was ready to arrest her at this point.
"Why did you fire at our ship that that phaser, and why did you do such a good job covering your hacking trail for those two criminals?", Blaine finally asked, not skipping around the point. Kayla toyed with the blanket in her right paw, just watching and feeling it while she thought of what to say.
"I fired that phaser in hopes you would see the beam. Without my left ear, I couldn't use sound to locate your direction.. so I fired blindly. I'm sorry about that, but it was the only way for me to try and contact you before I died. And.. I could not fail in my hacking mission by leaving behind a trail. They were logging me and watching me work.. if I did less then the whole job, I and my family would not have survived", she answered in the simplest manner possible, trying to take her mother's advice and not worry so much about it. It made her want to feel more guilty, even with all her work to keep such feelings away. Blaine hummed to himself, taking a few steps closer to Kayla's beside, to rest his hand on it's guard-rail.
"As of current, we have no reason to doubt you. There are going to be no charges placed against you, because your actions were clearly against your will. We found your blood all over that shack, spatters even. Most importantly, your blood was found on the computer console, where your muzzle there must have smacked one of the screens after you were hit with that phaser discharge. We also found indentations where their ship had landed, and residual particle resonance patterns in the magnedroxide mineral below the ship.. we have their ship's warp signature, to track them. The Federation starship U.S.S Rhode is following the trail", the lieutenant spoke much more positively, enjoying the fact he could give the poor girl some good news. Sorrow had hit him pretty hard when he found out the girl he had carried into the hospital in his arms was a victim.
"I.. wow.. thank you sir!", Kayla found enough energy to exclaim, even if it made it feel like her chest was tightening on her. That was at least one less worry. "Thank you for everything.. for you guys saving my life, when I thought it was over", she felt it proper to say, since they were the ones who found her. Even if they were looking for someone to charge, they at least found their woman. Blaine smiled and gave the girl a modest nod, knowing inside that it was he himself that found her first.
"My mission was to find and capture one Kayla Ackart, and I think my job is done. Good luck Kayla. Have a good life, maybe I'll see you again someday when you're bigger", he warmly wished, knowing a penitatas' life must be tough. She could use all the encouragement and good wishes she could get.
"Maybe lieutenant", Kayla replied as kindly as she could, making certain to call him by his rank. Her alien senses were able to pick up on the fact that he recieved a promotion because of her.. and she felt good for him! The two raised a hand and paw in goodbye, and he stepped out of the room.. but Kayla heard something along the lines of an, 'Oof! Excuse me!', come from the hallway. That's when another familiar faced popped out from around the corner of her doorframe.
"I see you're doing a lot better then what I heard you were doing.. ", Ninne said before she walked her claws across the cool, white floor. Her face looked a bit down, and Kayla could pick up a hint of discomfort in the way she was walking. It was rather clear that Ninne had already recieved her 'Merry Christmas'. The drake had quite the hard time putting her pants and panties on over her tailbase and hips, with all the rubbing against her scales the garments did as she walked or moved. Going out was one of the last things she wanted to do only an hour after getting out of the corner, but when Ki'rene saw the breaking news report that the 'notorious hacker had been captured and taken to Callet Medical Center', they were scrambling to get to Emily, Alex, and the wounded fox. Kayla kept her small, tired smile, happy to see another person she had missed while captured.
"Hiya Ninne! Guess you saw my parents downstairs? Where's Ki'rene?", Kayla asked almost in an excited way, happy to see her whole family coming close together and welcoming her back. Had been too long she was away with those scumbags. Ninne made an odd huff through her nostrils as she stepped closer to the fox's bedside, stopping right beside it, against the small guard-rail.
"Downstairs still, I came up alone. I just want to know why you did it Kayla... why you helped people like that. You should have told them to screw themselves!", Ninne was prompt in demanding to know, making a harsh snap out of it. She took her claw and balled it into a fist, swinging it down into the top of Kayla's paw. Concidering most of her body was in pain already, the elevated jolt from the smack and press into her paw made her yelp and want to back away.. if only she could really move in her bed, she knew she would not have been allowed. She was shocked at the look on Ninne's snout; one of anger. Ninne left her raptorish knuckles pressing harshly into the top of Kayla's paw, making certain it was hard.
"Ow!.. What the hell Ninne?! I tried to fight back! Why are you blaming this all on me when I tried my best? I did all I could do, or I and everyone I loved would have died!", Kayla tried to defend herself, speaking shakily out of shock and the sharp pain in her paw. Ninne would actually hurt her over this? Ninne growled out angrily through her sharp teeth, lowering her neck to put her nose very close to Kayla's own.
"You don't get it do you? We all cared about you, and you turned your backs on us with what you did! You promised to never hack anything again, and you go and preform the largest bank robbery in history? Then hack Starfleet yet again from what I hear? Didn't get enough the first time, did you? Do you want a fucking medal for being the most persistant hacker in Alpha quadrant history?", Ninne hissed out into Kayla's face, looking like she was releasing some pent up anger she wasn't able to get out before this moment. The drake had been stewing in this mess of rage ever since she heard of Deltastar being broken into and completely disabled. Kayla whimpered out in desperation, trying to pull her paw out from Ninne's crushing press from her knuckles into the topside of her paw, pressing it hard into the thin bed.
"That isn't fair! I didn't have a choice with what I did, I didn't want to do any of those things! There was no back turned on you, I swear!", Kayla had to try hard and get out, clenching her teeth from the pain in her trapped paw. "Come on, let me go, that hurts!", she whined out with a bit of her own demanding hostility, growing insulted from what she was being accused of.
"Is that right? You told me Packet-Storm was no more! You completed your hacks on Deltastar and Starfleet so nicely. You didn't even try to foil their plans! So selfish, not even trying to risk anything at all to stop what was going on! You helped them! We all rely on you to keep your word, and you went back to being a goddamn criminal! Did you have fun setting up all those bounces and relays that would stop your captors from ever being caught? Get into the rush? You idiot!", Ninne spat at Kayla, with bits of saliva landing in the fox's muzzle and cheek fur. Each little spot left a light, burning sting from the irritant in Drakonian saliva. By now Kayla was raising her own nose closer to Ninne's returning her own, fox-like growl and teeth baring, as both species were very capable of it. Kayla used her free left paw to reach up and push against Ninne's right shoulder, trying to force her off her paw which was starting to really hurt.
"You try to save your own fucking life in that situation! Show me you would have done any different in my shoes! It's just money and latinum, why the hell do you care?! They are going to be caught anyway!", Kayla yelled right back, trying to ignore the pain in her paw. Ninne let out a very aggressive growl, suddenly pressing her knuckles in a lot harder into the back of Kayla's paw. It was enough to make her want to cry, squirming and trying to force herself free as the bones in her paw felt like they wanted to buckle.
"Why do I care! You really don't give a shit about what you did, do you? All of us huddled around your holo with everyone in disbelief, your mom crying, and all the while knowing you were the son-of-a-bitch that shut down the entire interplanetary market! You haven't learned a thing from being a penitatas, and you sure as hell did turn your backs on us with what you did! You hacked again, and did it so perfectly the two crooks got away! I heard all about the damned warp signature. Know what I heard as I came up here? Some Falstaff guy was told the ship they sent after them lost the trail! There's nothing left of it, they're gone and they can't catch them now with no leads! You let them get away! It's all your fault!", Ninne tried to yell back harder, wishing she could do more then just drill her knuckles into the fox's paw. She wanted to sock her clear across the muzzle and give her another reason for being in the hospital. Kayla was fighting by now to get Ninne off of her, pushing as much as her injured body would allow.
"Don't give me all this morality shit when you broke your own words asshole! Giving my mom my folder, and telling her about what I told you? You can't keep a damned secret, and you're damming me for saving my life and even your's! Get real! The first time you see me still alive, you don't even back me up!", Kayla continued in the back and forth retaliation, even if she wanted to cry from the pain and strain on her entire body trying to get someone Ninne's size off of her paw. All she wanted was to be with her family, Ninne included. What the hell was with this? This was atrocious! The poor fox's feelings were falling apart right out from under her at such a terrible treatment from someone she could not wait to see.
"Well hey, I guess I did what I had to! Doesn't sound like a great excuse for everything, does it? I couldn't tell the cops nothing, and your mom needed whatever the hell you kept in that stupid folder! Penitatas don't get privacy, get used to it miss priss! Thinking you're better then everyone and can get away with everything!", Ninne huffed and shouted harshly, before finally releasing Kayla's paw and walking towards the door with her claws clenched and her breathing heavy. Kayla winced and grasped her paw to rub it as soon as she could, curling up slightly from the pain of using so much energy. After a second she raised her head and watery eyes to the drake walking away from her, growling sadly.
"Some friend you are Ninne!..", Kayla harshly commented, feeling like she herself was betrayed by such an action. Ki'rene took her here for a reason, and Kayla bet that was not what she had in mind! There was nothing she could do to defend herself.. and her mind felt even worse then it did before. Ninne stopped dead in her tracks by the door, swinging her neck around to look straight at Kayla with the deepest, most damming look the fox had ever seen from her. So serious, with her teeth just barely showing, and her eye ridges scruched.
"I'm not your friend!", Ninne spit in one single snap, turning her head and walking out of the room to smack the control pannel beside the door and actually close it behind herself, to leave Kayla perfectly alone. The fox's heart was crushed, more so when it was damaged by a phaser beam. She just laid there with her head up and jaw slightly lowered, eyes tearing. If she had ever recieved a more unfair judgement and set of words, it was now. Being accused of such terrible things, when there was nothing else she could have done! But Maxwell and Tyson did get away?.. No.. They were ruthless criminals, their place was in the corrections system with a black 'P' on their hands! This wasn't how it was supposed to be, they weren't supposed to get away! All that money and latinum gone, and her justice along with it.. because of her? What if she did those hacks differently and made one miniscule error? Would things be different? Would she be dead, or a hero? Cause right now she was neither. She was evil scum that helped two criminals for her own agendas, apparently. Kayla let out a high pitched whine and sob, crying from such a loss and confusion inside her mind. She slammed her paws against the pillow and bed, clawing at it with her black nails quickly and desperately with cries and growls till she ran out of energy and turned all the way over to sob into her pillow. It was not a case of, 'what have I done?'.. it was a case of 'what haven't I done?'.
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Emily sat alone in one of the small hospital lobby vid-phone booths. Overhead was simple lighting, and a door behind herself, aside from the device in the wall and the chair she was sitting on. A pass of her penitatas parenting liscense to the pay-card scanner activated the phone, dialing the Department of Corrections for free. A failsafe in case a parent needed to contact them away from home easily. An image appeared on the screen in front of her as she was putting the card back into her wallet.
"Department of Corrections. How may I direct your call?", asked the very young woman on the other end. Seeing the 'V' on her hand, Emily assumed the girl was an intern for the justice system.
"I'd like to speak with a member of the Corrections Council on a decision that would require a member's ruling. It's in reference to penitatas Kayla Ackart", she replied her plainly, speaking in the professional tone that penitatas parents have to use while dealing with 'the department'. It was almost like an unwritten lingo. They had the final say when it came to every penitatas on the planet, especially when it came to altering something as law-heavy and required as the Christmas punishment day. Kayla was quite an exception she felt though. It was basicly the supreme court of penitatas - their fates were all sealed here, when a tough call had to be made. The Corrections Council said what was to happen to a penitatas and established all their laws, ensuring they were followed by every parent to see that each young criminal was treated to the heavy dose of discipline they were required.
"The council has currently convened to discuss this issue. I will patch you through to the chambers", the intern answered after a few moment of tapping on her workstaion console, and forewarding her transmission. Emily could not overcome the feeling of shock quick enough before the screen came alive again with a new, startling image. She only wished to discuss this matter privately with only one council justice member, to make a ruling. She was now practically seated in the Correction Council chambers itself, as their video transmitter was seated on the podium in front of the curved and intricately designed wooden council table. It was like being in a high court.. and she was, literally! Emily was stuck with a nearly dumbfounded expression as she stared at the seven members that made up the entire Corrections Council, each seated in a row, with no one person having more power then the other. All of their power came from them as a whole; that was how the laws were dictated. This had to be one of the most frightening moments of her life, suddenly dropped in front of all of these justices.
"You must be Kayla Ackart's penitatas parent, Emily Targate. This makes things easy, since we will not have to attempt to contact you later", spoke the second one from the left, an older woman that looked like she was in her sixties. Below her white hair stood a stone face, that each other member on the council seemed to have. Good lord, they even looked frightening..
"We heard of her being found and taken in for medical treatments, and have just been notified of her ordeal. Sounds awfully sad yes, but we are still much too alarmed with her actions as the notorious hacker Packet-Storm", the one right from the center spoke next, a middle aged and strong looking man, adding emphisis to the words about his concearn. Seemed he was one of the main ralliers for whatever it was they were discussing. Emily was overwhelmed and put her hands up as a sign to slow down and put on the brakes.
"Whoa whoa, hold up. None of that was her fault, you must have been notified by Starfleet of that. There will be no charges as her actions were done against her will", Emily had to try and defend her daughter with, even though this was not the reason she called. She did not expect this much of a response from her daughter's capture. But, she did hack into Deltastar and take it down, and take billions for a pair of crooks..
"That is not being disputed", the other man to his left spoke plainly from the center of the long justice's stand.
"However, Kayla is still a penitatas, and did commit actions she knew was a heavy crime. There has been a devistating blow to the financial system of the quadrant. Trade is way down due to questions about Deltastar security. She has done incomprehendable damage, and billions in Earth money and Ferenginar latinum are gone due to those actions", the old man all the way to the left, aside the first aging woman, tried to explain.
"There must be a point made to Kayla that her hacking must stop. She should be punished for using her abilities, reguardless of the circumstance. It is your job as well as our's to ensure she learns her lesson that her days of being Packet-Storm are over", the second female justice again spoke in the dim room.
"It is the principle of the matter", a woman at the far right said to sum up what the other justice was saying. Emily could not have felt more sick at hearing such a thing.
"That is not fair! Kayla did the only things she could do in her situation!", Emily snapped at the Corrections Council members, not bothering anymore to keep that false image of professionalism. Her instinct to protect Kayla was too strong. All of these old bastards must each have a black 'P' penitatas, having such strict frames of mind!
"Perhaps, miss Targate", the man to the right of the center again spoke aloud, sounding as if he truely did believe what Emily said. "But you must understand where we are coming from. As a penitatas, Kayla must pay for the things she does that are wrong, even if they seem right or justified. That is the price she must pay for her actions, to be reminded they are wrong. We convined here today to discuss how miss Ackart's missing Christmas should be delt with, since she requires a very severe punishment for doing what she did", he went on to explain further, being clear and passionate in his reasoning. Quite the politician.
"We have found this to be quite true, and had Kayla's release and recovery time send to us so we could instruct you accordingly on what to do with her. With Christmas over it hardly seems appropreate for her to simply take her punishment tomorrow, but should instead recieve something special - just for her and her actions. We on the council are being sought to ensure Kayla get's a very long and very severe punishment for engauging in hacking Deltastar, robbing it of an immense amount of monetary funds, shutting it down, and hacking into a secure and top secret military system with hostile force. She is no ordinary criminal.. she had committed one of the worst crimes in decades, affecting many millions of people across many planets. Miss Ackart is absolutely required to pay for what she has done, even if it's simply a reminder of the consequences of using her illegal and immoral skill", the other older woman second from the right spoke out very sternly towards Emily, with a cold look on her face. She had been quiet this whole time.. seems if you made her speak, you said something wrong. The mother wanted to outright smack the vid-phone at all the things they were saying so unfairly about her girl, but there was no going against the Corrections Council. Their 'disciplinary perscription' for Kayla was law, and binding. Emily did find at least a tiny bit of logic in their words at least.. her girl should be punished for the principal of the matter and as a reminder.. right? After all, she did quite the major hacks and caused a lot of havoc..
".. So you're making an example of her?", Emily was forced to ask, speaking more quietly then she was before.
"Not exactly.. this has been a long decision process for all of us. Trying to rule on what is 'fair' and what needs to be done to make certain Kayla knows where her hacking skills belong. She has to be taught a harsh lesson that crime is not justifiable when you are a penitatas. Sure, she was forced to do what she did. But maybe she could have done a little less. Maybe she has grown too comfortable with her hacking since her previous incident with her school computer system - where she again thought her actions were justified. Her punishment is a preventive measure, to make certain she does not become a bad egg of a penitatas, and continue to commit crimes. Just as many penitatas are punished at home for things they are accused of and may not truely be guilty of.. it was done 'just in case'.. ", the other quiet council member spoke, to the left of the center man. A woman, the oldest seeming on the board. She looked at least one hundred and ten, and she was most likely still beating the rear of some black 'P' penitatas even at her age. Emily sighed and placed her hands together, interlacing the fingers in thought. There was no choice but to comply. Apparently Kayla had not been through enough as it was, and she had to recieve what she earned as a penitatas.
"Let's hear it then. What do you want me to do?", Emily inquired with a low voice, looking again serious and professional. They must have been thinking up some horrible things to replace the Christmas Kayla missed, to reflect the severity needed for her actions..
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Back in Kayla's hospital room, she laid in bed seeming so sad and tired as she talked to Ki'rene and her dad, Alex. Ninne was not present, as her mother allowed her to go to the bathroom instead of going up to Kayla's room. It was only a farse though, since the drake really did not wish to see the fox again. Ki'rene knew she had been up to the hospital room already, but not what happened. The distrought fox did not say a word about it, even if she wanted to make things better with her. Ninne was just.. so angry and harsh.
"I'm just happy to have you back Kayla. It's terrible what you went through.. we were all scared and wanting you back. You're a part of all our lives you know, a good one! You did your best with your captors though, don't worry about it", even Ki'rene said very encouragingly and happily, showing the fox that she was not sharing her daughter's beliefs. Ki'rene didn't even know what her girl's beliefs were.
"Doctor's visit! Everybody open their mouths and say 'hello'!", Doctor Wyatt walked into the room with one of his trademark quirky jokes that got all three's attention. In the mood Kayla was in, even she cracked a smile at the sight of the man. He saved her life, and he amused her. Couldn't be a better surgeon then that. "I'm just bringing Kayla's perscription. This bottle", he said to Alex while wiggling around a perscription bottle, before lowering the volume of his voice to speak solely to Alex. "It's a medicine taken orally to control Kayla's pain and speed up the healing process inside her metabolism. I doped it with a strawberry flavoring. She didn't look much like a mango to me", the doctor explained in reguards to the medicine, pointing to the dosage directions on the bottle for he and his wife to follow.
"Hmm.. Looks like it's about time for me to go Kayla, sorry Ninne couldn't come back up to see you. I guess she really had to go. I'll go find her, I think you'll be leaving pretty soon. Feel better!", Ki'rene turned her neck back to Kayla wished the fox, still wondering what happened to her daughter disappearing like she did. If she wasn't in the bathroom like she said, there was a tail that was going to need to be chewed, blisters or no blisters. The fox just seemed so tired to her when she was normally so happy.. it made her sad, right down to the heart, especially knowing the full extent of Kayla's injuries and how two men nearly took her from all their arms.
"See you Ki'rene. Thanks for checking up on me.. ", Kayla whispered much more exhaustedly, though lovingly. She was spent by now, and her somber attitude was only making her more tired. It meant a lot to her that Ki'rene loved her enough to come and see her in the hospital right away, even on such a busy day. For a woman much older then she was, and a penitatas parent that spanked her more times then she could count, she was an awesome friend to have. Kayla wished the same could be said for a certain other drake..
"We'll take you downstairs to see your mom then honey", Alex said a moment later, snapping Kayla out of a sudden trance. She was dipping in and out of being awake and being asleep. Ki'rene had left, and so did the doctor too apparently. Alex stepped over and pulled the blanket down the bed, exposing all of Kayla's fur to the open air. Oh how nice it felt to be clean; no dirt or blood. With a carefull pull, Alex removed the small device from her temple and set it on the chair beside the bed that Emily sat on earlier, so that he could help his girl up.
"I'm back guys, and not too happy with the Corrections Council", came a voice from the doorway, as Emily returned to the room looking frazzled. She might have found logic in the council's words, but the severity of the punishments they wanted her to apply to her daughter were more then she would have wanted just after getting her back from such an ordeal. Kayla had to take what she earned, and even the fox knew that, speaking up as she was pulled from the bed and lifted into Alex's arms. She was starting to get heavy, even for him, but he could manage.
"I don't want to not be punished at all for what I did.. it's the only way apparently for some people to ever look at me again I bet", Kayla sighed, reaching up to wipe her tired eyes and her muzzle before holding onto her father's shoulder. The lifesign monitors all went blank as she left the bed, and it no longer detected a patient. "..Is it severe mommy?", the young fox asked sadly, not excited about what might have gone on when her mother spoke to the Corrections Council. Emily made a soft hush, stepping to her husband's side to kiss Kayla on the side of her muzzle.
"Don't you worry your pretty little self over it honey. You have all day to sleep and rest, and presents later today if you're able. We'll worry about your special punishment tomorrow.. it'll be a reminder that your hacking skills are still bad, even if I think you did the right thing. Some do just want to see you pay for what you did.. and we'll give them what they want. You'll be the sorriest girl Kayla for what you did.. It's not all my decision, and I'm sorry about what I have to do. It will be like the punishment weekend you had a little bit back, except much more severe and.. without force and blistering limitations. It's going to be long and hard on us both, but I'll be here for you Kayla!", Emily just had to come out and say, even if it was hard to. She didn't want to be this severe on her daughter when she really did her best.. but she had to be taught right from wrong, even when she might not have made a wrong. That 'might' made her need to be punished, severely. A horror and downfall to being a penitatas. Emily ran her hand through Kayla's headfur as she was held by Alex, chest against his shoulder, with a hand on her back and the other under her tail. As soon as it looked like Kayla would cry from the thought of something that severe for two days straight, she placed her cheek against the side of her girl's small muzzle, kissing the fox's own cheek as her whiskers tickled the human mother's skin. This was going to be so hard. The poor, poor fox. Trying her best and surviving to only be judged, losing her best friend and being promised the beating of her life at the hands of those that love her most. All in the name of penitatas discipline - the price she paid to have her second chance. There was nothing more the family could do but walk out of the hospital room and head for home, to relax and recooperate till tomorrow morning.. greeting the sun with loud cracks and tearful cries of repentance, thinking of the two real criminals that got away without a trace. Justice escaped Kayla's grasp once again. At least she wasn't dead.. right?
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**[After School Activities](%5C) Busted** **Afterthoughts** (for some unknown fucking reason this website won't let me hyper link to this story; it keeps removing the URL from the source code each time I hit save. click here instead: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/262391/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/262391/user) )
*This is the second part to the 'After School Activities' story, where we are introduced to Jake's little sister, Jenn, after she has caught Jake and Dan in a most compromising position. If you are offended by anthro sex, oral sex, homosexuality, semi-incest, or voyeurism, I suggest that you stop now because this story has all of them. Enjoy!*
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Jenn wasn't in the best of moods. Her day had gone pretty well at school up until it ended. She was one of those girls who was gifted with a beautiful and well developed body even at her young age. To take advantage of her natural assets, she joined up with the cheer leading squad at school. She joined not because she wanted to be one of those air-headed bimbos, but because she loved to exercise. It seemed a lot more relaxed than gymnastics and less competitive than the other sports available at her school. She always enjoyed getting a great work out with no stresses attached. Unfortunately, the practice session she was looking forward to for today was canceled at the last minute.
The bobcat's fingers clenched against her denim shorts as she trudged down the sidewalk towards home. It was already drizzling down lightly, dampening her clothes and threatening to soak her if she didn't pick up the pace. This was one of the main reasons her practice was canceled. Usually they just practice inside the gym when the weather outside makes it too nasty to form up on the football field, but today there was some maintenance going on in the gym. It was something about changing light bulbs or patching up damage to the roof. Either way, she didn't even find out about it until all her friends and all the buses had left. She had already called her brother up twice on the cell phone and had gotten no response.
'Typical, he's probably too busy playing video games to notice...' she scornfully thought. It wouldn't be the first time he'd missed calls or forgotten to get chores done because of computer games.
Because Jenn couldn't find a ride and the weather was just going to get worse, she had decided to walk home instead of waiting any later. Usually it was only about a half-hour walk on a nice sunny day. She had been lucky enough to make it all the way into eyesight of her house before the drizzle started to turn into a downpour. For the last block and a half she was dashing at full sprint through the falling rain until her hand was on the door knob with key. She unlocked it as fast she could and then yanked it open so she could quickly to slip inside the nice warm house.
It was kind of dark inside with the clouds coming in. Jake was no doubt sequestered in his room as usual, too lazy to flip on a light switch when it got dark. Jenn threw her backpack over behind the door and turned on the lights, then let out a soft sigh of relief. The hoodie she had brought to school today had become soaked, but her t-shirt underneath and shorts were dry enough to leave on for a while instead of having to change into an entirely new outfit. She tossed her hoodie into the dryer and flipped it on, then went into the kitchen to get a little snack. When she opened the fridge she saw a nice big roast just sitting on the bottom shelf, then glanced over at the clock. It was about 4:20 pm now and she knew that when she stayed late for practice, it was her brother's responsibility to get dinner started so it would be ready as soon as their parents got home later. If they were going to eat before 7:00 pm, this roast should have already been put into the oven.
With an irritated growl she slammed the refrigerator shut and started marching off to her brother's hide-away. 'Great...' she thought 'on top of a shitty end to my day at school, the fucking nerd is going to make dinner late...' She made it down the hallway and to his door quickly and with a flick of her paw she threw the door open, ready to yell at her older brother for his incompetence.
When the door swung open and she looked inside, her mind froze for a few seconds. At first she wonders what was going on. Her brother was on the floor, but was facing his bed, not the TV. His friend was sitting on the bed and rubbing her brother's ears. 'Why is he laying his head on his lap like that?' was one of the first thoughts that runs through her brain. Then she notices that the wolf's jeans were just bundled up around his ankle on the floor. With her mouth already half open to let out that yell she was about to deliver, her jaw just drops more. As her brother's muzzle slid up, she saw the wolf's dick sliding out from between his lips along with strands of viscous fluid. This was the point where the shock started to lay in, freezing her body up when she suddenly realized what was going on. Both of the boys seemed to move in slow motion still, turning their heads and staring at her. Her brother's look matched her own it seemed, but Dan's just seemed as surprised as if some one caught him stealing cookies out of the cookie jar.
Her mind was tumbling around at the sight, trying to make words in her mouth, run away, shut the door, or even just close her gaping mouth. All efforts failed in the paralysis she seemed to have contracted from seeing her brother doing such a carnal act. Though it all happened in a single second, maybe two, the scene drags on slowly and stretches for what seemed like minutes to the girl. Only when she finally heard a noise did it snap her back into reality. "Oh Shit!" was the only thing her brother has to say.
"What the hell is going on?" she screamed out, almost growling. Jenn was finally able to process what was going on here just before she burst in. She was actually be a bit upset that her brother was fooling around with that hunky wolf she'd had a crush on for a while now. Just when she was really starting to get into boys, the guy she sets her eyes on turns out to be gay.
Her brother visibly cringes when he hears her yelling at him. She notices and glares at him angrily "Oh Jacob, wait until mom and dad find out why you two have been doing! Dad's going to flip out when he finds out that his son is a fag."
Dan straightened up slightly and threw his hand out towards Jenn, pointing his finger and speaking out rather defensively. "Hey, he's not a fag! We're just fooling around. We haven't ever actually fucked or anything."
Jenn's gaze turned to the wolf about to scold him as well, especially about turning her brother gay, but when she set her sights on him she noticed that he was still sitting there with no pants on. His wolf cock was still rock hard even after his release, glistening in the light and her eyes are almost magnetically drawn to it. Her words fell short from her mouth in just a little huff, then she looked back up to Dan's eyes. The wolf noticed this as well and tilted his head slightly. A slight grin swelled on his face and he locked eyes with the bobcat girl as he spoke.
"We're just two horny guys hanging out and watching porn together. It's not like we're dating or anything. Hell, if we were gay, why would we be watching straight porn?" then in a fluid motion the wolf slid his paw over to the remote control still on the bed, pressing a button and turning the TV back on. In seconds the video they were watching resumed. Loud grunts and moans filled the room with noise as the video portrayed a mare bent over a bed with a studly husky male behind her pounding his swollen knot up against her wet, stretched cunt.
Jenn's eyes dart toward the screen. She had seen porn before, a few videos on the internet. She had even tried to play with herself a few times like she saw in the videos, but didn't really get anything out of it other that working herself up and getting all sweaty. Just watching the woman on the TV getting fucked so roughly made her suck in her breath and feel a little tingle grow between her legs. She stared at the screen unable to look away and started to chew across her lower lip for a few seconds.
"Oh sweet, check this out Jake, this is the part I was talking about!" The wolf said, sounding rather excited. For a brief moment, all three of their gazes turned to the TV screen. With a lewd squishing sound the husky began to bury his knot up into the equine's snug pussy, then jerk it out with a wet pop. The sounds the horse on the video made were enough to make any male become aroused. Even Jake felt his pants tighten up a bit as his sheath throbbed. Jenn was busy staring with her jaw hanging loosely and mouth wide open. Dan grinned when he saw the girl's expression and barked out "If you want to watch it with us, you have to promise to keep it a secret Jenn."
Both bobcats jerk their heads around and stare at Dan. Jake looks at him a bit uneasy and confused, and Jenn looks at him with shock and embarrassment. "No, no, no! You guys are busted, I'm not going to be part of this." the kitty girl said, then turned around and started to head out the door.
A slight creak is heard from the bed as the wolf leaps up from the bed. He moves like lightning across the room and snags Jenn's right shoulder with his paw. Her movement is stopped suddenly and before she can react, the wolf curls his left arm around her tummy, tugging her back against him. She actually lets slip a slight whimper when she feels the wolf's muscles up against her body, squirming slightly one reflex. "Wait right there kitty. I promise you it will just be a bit of harmless fun. We won't do anything you won't like."
Dan's words were soothing. His breath was warm against the back of her neck. His grip was firm, but gentle. She actually believed that the big horny wolf was sincere even though she could feel his swollen wolf dick jabbing up against her lower back. It's probably the only reason she didn't just scream out at the top of her lungs too. Jenn just stood there silently, her heart beating at a mile a minute. She didn't know how to respond at this point. The wolf's arm slid back slightly and she felt his big paw start to rub circles around on her tummy, another soothing tactic. His entire grip loosened up, giving her the option to escape now, but for some reason she didn't want to. She felt him nuzzle against her cheek and the paw on her shoulder went out for the door. The wolf stepped back slowly and Jenn found herself compelled to back up with him, allowing the wolf to shut the door once more.
Jake was still a bit in shock. His sister had just walked in on him giving his best friend a blow job and threatened to rat him out. Dan had just made it worse by showing her that he was watching porn as well. And now the wolf was pressed up against the back of his sister, without any pants on, basically asking her to come and play along with both of them? He had heard Dan say a few things about how hot his sister was before but mostly thought the wolf was just teasing him. She still had a year to go before she would even be in high school. On top of all other things, it was his fucking sister! He had never even had the slightest sexual thoughts about his bratty sibling. The thought of it even made him a little uneasy. Even as he watched the wolf slowly walk over with his sister in his arms and sit down on the bed, he felt butterflies begin to swell up inside of his stomach.
Jenn allowed herself to be guided by the wolf over to the bed and sat down with him. He just pulled her into his lap as he got himself settled on the edge of the bed. He took extra care to make sure she didn't sit down wrong and bent his cock off in a painful direction. Jake watched in silence up until he saw Dan's paws touching his sister and adjusting the wolf cock at the same time. Jake had to speak up. "Dan...I don't think we should do this."
The wolf just wrapped his arms around Jenn and held her snugly in place on his lap. He turned to face her brother and spoke out confidently, "That's what you said the first time we played around. You seemed to enjoy yourself. We haven't even done anything weird or unpleasant since."
"I mean....Jenn is my sister, this is wrong." Jake said, still sitting on his knees on the floor.
"I'm not asking -you- to mess around with her Jake. I just thought it might be a little fun if she let me play with her a little bit." The wolf turned back to Jenn and kissed her softly on the cheek while running one of his paws right across the crotch of her shorts. "Do you want to see what it feels like when some one else uses their paws on you kitty?"
That paw sliding across the bobcat's crotch made her arch her chest out a little bit and actually moan out. Jenn nodded her head a little bit and under a hushed breath whispered out "yeah...just don't....you know...only paws" Jake felt ashamed to admit it, but he did sort of want to watch Dan fool around with his sister if all the bobcat had to do was watch. He didn't really have a problem seeing his sister naked or anything, she was really cute after all. He just felt weird at the thought of doing anything sexual to her himself. Just watching the wolf's paws roaming around over his sister was actually making the nervousness in his gut die down a bit.
Dan smiled and reached out with his left paw to ruffle around the fur atop Jake's head "See....we're just going to have a nice fun time here. No need to get all worked up." The wolf then slid his paws to Jenn's hips and pushed her off to the side from his lap. Jenn sat down next to Dan on the bed, looking up at him a little confused and not knowing what she was supposed to do, but then the wolf started to pet up and down her back with his right paw. He turned to the TV, a new scene just starting with a pair of lithe doberman girl rubbing all over some Clydesdale-sized horse, starting to paw off his huge horse cock in all four of their paws. "See how they're doing? Why don't you give that a try? Just be a little gentle."
Jenn looked down into the wolf's lap and took a deep breath. She lifted her paw and found herself trembling a little bit. She was actually about to touch a cock, and not just some rubber look-a-like. She could smell the musk from the wolf much clearer now and slowly reached around it. Dan let out a soft grunt as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, causing the bobcat to hesitate for a second. "Don't worry, that's good, just hold that tight and stroke it...." the wolf rumbled out softly. Jake climbed up from the floor a bit to watch, resting his elbows onto the bed and propping his head high enough in his paws to look over Dan's thigh. Jenn began to move her paw slowly up and down the wolf's shaft, eliciting several pleasurable growls from the big animal. She actually began to relax and grin a little bit when she realized the effect it was having on Dan.
"Is that good?" the kitty asked while she gently pawed off the larger wolf.
"Yeah, that feels really nice Jenny." Dan slid his paw up and down her back softly, petting her while she stroked his dick. After a few passes with his paw he got bolder and slid his hand up under her shirt. He curled his hand around under her armpit and gripped his fingers around one of her young breasts. The pressure on her tit caused her to softly whine and squeeze down harder on the wolf's dick. When she made that sound the wolf just turned over to Jake and flashed a big toothy smirk. All the male bobcat did was stick his tongue out, but kept his attention on both of them working their paws.
The wolf squeezed and grope at Jenn's chest, then pushes his other paw up under her shirt as well to rub them both. Dan managed to pop Jenn's bra up off of her tits, then started to trace his fingertips around her nipples. She was starting to pant a lot more now, following the wolf's lead and bringing her other paw over to stroke the wolf's big dick. The big wolf flexed his dick in her paws, causing a bit of precum to just dribble down across his shaft and dampen the fur along her knuckles. "Mmm....these are so nice kitty...do you want to take your shirt off?"
The kitty girl nodded and took her paws off of Dan's member to peels her shirt off. She didn't get too far with her top though. The wolf waited until she had the clothing just over her face, with both of her elbows up in the air and exposing her whole chest to him. With the same quickness he used to move across the room earlier, he dipped his muzzle down and pressed his lips up firmly to one of her tits, suckling on the pert nipple there and rolling his tongue along it's contour. The sensation made Jenn shiver and moan out. She actually had to struggle a little bit to get her shirt and bra the rest of the way off. Once topless she slid both of her paws up to Dan's ears, squeezing tightly on them while the wolf continued licking across her tits. "Unf....that feels good too..."
Jake chewed on his lower lip while the wolf played with his sister, his hardening bobcat dick starting to stick out though the open fly of his pants. He climbed up onto the bed, not even noticing that his dick is hanging out and just sat at the foot of the mattress, watching the wolf pleasure his sister. It was a beautiful sight, both of her nicely developing breasts out in the open, each with a nice pink nipple sticking out from the round mounds. He watched as Dan held around her back with his right arm and used his left paw to rub over her thighs. Jenn let out just a soft little whimper when the wolf's fingers began to trace over her crotch and inner most thighs. She even spread her legs for him invitingly. The big wolf couldn't resist the invitation and reached up to unbutton her shorts. Once her shorts were open he just stuffed his paw into them and rubbed his fingers at her little pussy through her panties.
Jenn trembled as the wolf's paw groped around in her pants. She couldn't believe how excited he was getting her. Those soft fingers rubbed against her in a spot where no one besides her had ever touched before. Her panties were already damp from the earlier teasing and feeling direct stimulation to her sex was causing more juices to churn and dribble out, leaving her panties soaked. The wolf's fingers were deft and agile though, eventually he tugged the crotch of her panties aside to curl his fingertip up against the wet slit there. Jenn gasped out and Jake's ears perked up when he heard it. The bobcat male looked over Dan's shoulder as the wolf sunk a finger into that tight virgin cunt. The feeling made Jenn arch her back a little bit and bite down on her lower lip. She almost forgot to breath when Dan started to slowly pump that finger back and forth. With a chuckle in his voice the wolf commented "Rrr.....I think I found something she likes..."
Jenn was really beginning to enjoy herself now. She had played around with her pussy before, but it had never felt this good. The wolf's finger was soon joined by another, two digits just casually sliding in and out, making the bobcat girl whimper out in intense waves of pleasure. She didn't understand how he was doing it, or why his fingers felt so much better than her own, but could only guess that the few dozen times she had tried to play with herself before could not compare to the older wolf's experience in sexual stimulation. While biting on her lower lip she reached down and squeezed at Dan's wrist. Her hips had begun to move on their own almost, grinding herself against the wolf's teasing fingers and she was getting really wet, trying to make him stop before she soaked her shorts all the way through. She actually turned her gaze over to her brother about to ask for help when she saw him there with his cock right out in the open for the first time. Instead the only words that come from her mouth are: "Oh my god...he's huge..."
Jake was watching intently, not even realizing that his paw had begun to stroke himself while Dan pleasured his sister. When she looked over to him he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, seeing her eyes go straight down to his throbbing dick, and he stopped his paw immediately.
Dan glanced over to Jake and chuckled out a little bit from his sister's comment "Oh yeah...kitty boy over there is even bigger than me." Jenn grinds harder on Dan's fingers when he says that for some reason and then squeezes even tighter on his wrist. The wolf did eventually notice the little kitty paw squeezing at his wrist and slowed down. He pulled his fingers back and licked up across Jenn's cheek with his long wolf tongue "mmm....too much kitty?"
Jenn shook her head and pulled her gaze from her brother's body, turning to the wolf and panting into his ear a little bit when she spoke "No...no...keep going....I just...I need to get out of these shorts..."
Dan was happy to comply with her request immediately and gently laid Jenn down onto her back. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts and her panties and began to slide them down her long, spotted legs, fully exposing her to both of the males now. Jake actually let out an audible groan at the sight, his paw tugging on his raging boner again a few times. It was enough to get the wolf's attention, who turned around and chuckled at the bobcat "You should take your pants off too..." Dan took this time to take his shirt off as well, getting completely nude just like the girl. With no one even paying attention to the TV anymore as well, Dan grabbed the remote and shut if off to reduce any further distractions.
Dan already had plans in place for today to do something new with Jake. He had brought what he needed and was ready to go. Jenn's sudden appearance had thrown a very heavy monkey wrench into the wolf's plans, but things were smoothing out now and he though he might be able to do what he wanted after all. He considered for a few seconds while Jake was starting to sit up, then softly growled to the bobcat "...and there's a bottle of lube in my jacket. Be a good kitty and get it for me."
Jake shifted a little bit, then did as he was asked, sliding off of the bed and pulling his pants down to get more comfortable. He stepped out of the clothing bundled as his feet and went to Dan's jacket, fishing around in the pockets, past some cigarettes and keys before he found a little black bottle that was already slightly slippery on the outside. He grinned a little bit, knowing that the few times they had used lube to paw off together it had felt ten times as good and lasted twice as long. Dan was taking the time it took for Jake to get the bottle to just trace his paws up and down Jenn's body. She just laid there on her back looking up, arching her chest up into wolf's paws when he caressed her breasts, and spreading her legs when he stroked her thighs. Her little paws were just curled up together on her tummy making her look very adorable. The bobcat returned to the bed, now without his pants on and tapped the wolf on the shoulder with the little black bottle.
Dan turned back to Jake and rumbled "Thank you..." then he grabbed one of Jenn's little paws and turned it upright as he poured a little bit of lube into it. She curled her fingers inward and rubbed the slippery viscous liquid across on her paw pads. "Careful not to spill any." the wolf warned, then squirted out a little bit into his own paw before capping the bottle and setting it down onto the mattress.
Jenn held her paw up, careful not to spill any of the liquid in her palm and just stared up at Dan with a slightly nervous grin. "What's this for?" she asked in her soft girly voice.
The wolf grinned and turned to Jake who was pretty much hip to hip with him now, both males looking over Jenn. Dan's own lubed paw reached over and closed fingers around Jake's erection, making the bobcat buck his hips slightly and grunt when he felt the soothing, slick liquid smearing across his shaft. "For this..." the wolf said quietly and began to stroke Jake's member smoothly and fluidly from base to tip, coating it in a nice layer of lube.
Jake tilted his head back and his eyelids drooped in pleasure as the wolf started stroking his dick. Up until some one else was actually touching it again, he had forgotten how horny he was still. Even with his own sister watching he suddenly didn't seem to mind anymore. Jenn got the hint too, with Dan up on his knees like that, his own cock was just sticking straight out. She could easily reach it while still laying there and closed her paw around his tip. The wolf pushed forward into her fingers as soon as they gripped around it and he let out a little playful growl. Slowly the room begin to fill up with the noise of soft squishes as a pair of paws worked up and down the two dicks. Dan slid his left paw back down between Jenn's legs and wriggled his two middle fingers into her hot cunt once more.
It was wonderful. All three of them were finally relaxed, enjoying a bit of mutual masturbation with heated breaths and soft grunts. Dan was right in the middle or two very sexy bobcats and was fully enjoying himself as he pawed on both of them. He loved the little grunts Jake would make, thrusting his hips slightly into each stroke of his paw. His cock throbbed in Jenn's paw and squirted out little strands of precum across her tummy when he heard her whimper or moan while he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her juicy pussy. He made sure to curl his fingertips at just the right point and the little bobcat girl was practically writhing on the bed after a while. Jake felt a little bit selfish with both of his paws just hanging to his sides, letting Dan and his sister do all the work. He's not sure why he did it, but he just reached over and squeezed his paw on one of the wolf's muscled ass cheeks. Little did he know what he had just set into motion.
Dan turned to Jake, grinning wide and flexing his ass when he felt that paw there. His own paw slipped right off of Jake's dick, leaving it throbbing and twitching alone in the cold air. For a moment Jake thought he had done something wrong to upset the wolf, but instead, was he saw shocked him. The wolf slid that slippery paw of his right under his tail and proceeded to smear around the lube against his tailhole. The bobcat's attention was momentarily taken away from his sister as he watched in awe. Dan worked his paw around for a good half minute, actually sinking a finger inside of himself, then pumping it a little bit and sinking in a second finger. Just like his other paw was busy with Jenn, he was starting to finger his own tailhole. The little bobcat girl seemed not to notice anything, her head was laying back and her hips were just grinding and rolling against Dan's busy paw while she kept stroking the wolf's throbbing cock. Once his tailhole was nice and prepped he took his paw away and winked at Jake. Leaning forward, then wolf rested his paw down right to the side of Jenn's shoulder leaning his weight onto it so that he was bent over in front of the male bobcat. Jenn opened her eyes slightly when she felt the presence of the wolf so much closer to her, but he just leaned his muzzle down and licked over her chest, catching one of those nipples with his tongue and trying to push his fingers deeper into her. It practically made her squeal in excitement. Dan drew his muzzle back momentarily and looked over his shoulder at Jake, lifting his tail and wiggling his butt, then just softly growled "C'mon....you know you want to do it....I know I want you to..."
Shivers ran up and down Jake's spine as he watched the wolf bend over like that basically on all fours except for the paw fingering Jenn. He crawled carefully over behind Dan, gripping his hard-on and watching it just flex in his paw. He was surprised by the wolf's brashness, but looking down at that nicely presented ass he found his instincts screaming at him to mount the wolf. Gingerly he pressed the tip of his cock against Dan's pucker and heard the wolf let out a low, happy murr. He began to stroke himself right up against Dan's ass, precum mixing with the lube and softly poking at that little ring of muscle a few times. The wolf began to rock a little bit on his knees with Jake, groaning a little bit each time he felt the bobcat's cocktip pushing in at his tailhole. It went on and on, both males forgetting themselves until Dan softly bit down on his lip and then pushed back forcefully with his rear end. The bobcat let out a sharp hiss of pleasure when his dick suddenly is engulfed by the wolf's ass. The sound Dan let out was a bit closer to a yelp as his tight wolf ass spasmed around Jake's cock. The paw Dan had working on Jenn's sex suddenly stopped and Jenn's eyes popped open to look down at Dan in concern. She was about to ask what was wrong then heard her bother speak "Are you ok Dan?"
The wolf just nodded quietly, trying to force himself to relax as he adjusted to the new, strange feeling in his ass. Slowly as the muscles inside the wolf's tight ass relaxed the bobcat began to flex his cock, causing Dan's discomfort to slowly fade away. Jake gently rubbed his paws at Dan's hips while he waited for the wolf to adjust. When the wolf was ready he slowly started to grind back against Jake. The bobcat was rather surprised at how silky and hot the wolf's insides felt. It was also surprising to him how easily he was able to push into Dan once that initial penetration had passed. Between the both of them, Jake knew his dick was much thicker and even longer than Dan's. The bobcat rocked back and forth slowly on his knees, sinking in a little deeper with each pass. He stared down at Dan's tailhole, mesmerized at the sight of that tight ring stretched out so widely acros his dick eacn time he pushed in deeper. Both of the males let out a deep groan of pleasure when Jake's hips pressed up against Dan's ass, fully hilting that swollen bobcat dick into the wolf's body. Jake carefully drew back to thrust in another time, eliciting another moan from the wolf below him. Jake couldn't believe how good it felt. He was starting to understand why losing your virginity was such a big deal, nothing he had experienced yet had compared to this sensation. He savored every slow rock back and forth as he stroked his dick in and out of his best friend. He began to build up a slow pace, thrusting into the wolf and allowing himself to enjoy it more and more. Dan seemed to be enjoying it as well, his cock strained practically rigid in Jenn's paw. Jake almost couldn't believe it...he was fucking his best friend for the first time right in front of his little sister.
Jenn laid quietly there, not quite sure how Dan had hurt himself and leaving her paw idle around his dick. As the two males increased their pace, the bobcat girl began to notice a soft clapping sound and tried to look around the wolf blocking her view. She saw Jake up on his knees behind Dan with a very pleasured look on his face. When she noticed that the wolf's paws were both in front though, she finally realized what was happening and blushed furiously. She looked down at Dan and resumed stroking his wolfcock with her dainty little paw. Jenn smiled a little bit and purred out "Is he actually humping you right now?"
The wolf panted out raggedly over her chest and nodded "yes..." His body stiffened slightly when the paw on his dick resumed stroking. For the wolf it was an entirely new feeling. He had pawed off with something in his ass before, but never with some one actually fucking him. His body began to shake and shiver with each stroke of Jenn's paw and each thrust of her brothers cock. Dan was actually starting to rock himself back and forth, pushing back into the bobcat's thrusts, then thrusting himself at Jenn's paw. Jake was treated to a nice feeling of that ass tighting up more, though now nice and slick with the lube and precum dribbling out. To share in the feeling Dan began to rub his fingers inside of Jenn again. He knew that just fingering a girl was a good way to make them squirm, but if you wanted to make them cum you had to push the right buttons. So the wolf's thumb slid across the top folds of Jenn's pussy, sneaking around under that hood of flesh until he found the little nub of her clit with his digit. She was just about to ask the wolf how it feels when his thumb finds its target and starts to strum across it like a button on a video game controller. That new sensation was more than enough to knock the words right out of her mouth. She fell back down on the bed, closed her eyes tight and arched her back while she moaned out louder than she had all afternoon.
Jake absolutely loved the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of Dan's tight ass, finding it somewhat appealing to have the bigger, older wolf friend of his on the submissive side for once. When he heard his sister make that sound though, it made the hairs all along his spine stand up on end. He could feel his own arousal drawing up near its peak suddenly. He could already feel his loins tightening up, thrusting a little harder now. His heavy balls slapped up against Dan's as he started pounding harder into the wolf's ass, but soon they began to draw up against his body. The bobcat leaned over Dan slightly and purred into his ear "I...I'm getting close..."
The wolf could feel himself on edge as well, each hard thrust from the bobcat was forcing more pressure against his prostate, making his wolf cock almost continuously dribble a stream of precum. He bucked his hips back and forth, trying to focus on teasing Jenn with his own fingers, wanting to make sure that she would get off as well. When he feels those slapping bobcat nuts behind him starting to draw up and away he grunts out in a slutty tone: "Cum inside me." The wolf then just pressed his lips right onto Jenn's left tit and began to suck on her nipple. His paw at her cunny suddenly got much more forceful, smearing his thumb around all over her clit and even shoving a third finger into her. Jenn grit her teeth down hard when she felt another finger slide into her, stretching her even wider. That extra finger stretched her pussy until it almost hurt, but the wolf kept pounding those digits into her wet snatch hard enough to help push her over the edge first. Jenn's paw tightened up around Dan's cock like a vice and she started to squirm around against the bed, hissing out from all the over stimulation. The tingling sensation in her nethers grew faster than ever before and blossomed out in her tummy as the intense pleasure overwhelmed her. Jake could see his sister on the bed writhing, but was a little concerned at her silence.
The bobcat girl finally shot past the point of no return and arched up off the bed as she climaxed. Her pussy clenched as tight as it could over Dan's fingers until it began to spasm and hot juices began to gush out from between her legs, soaking the wolf's entire paw in seconds. She let out a strangely high pitch mrowl of pure ecstasy. Her entire body shook and shuddered as she rode out her first orgasm. Trembling in the wake of such intense pleasure she opened her eyes up to see the same look on the faces of her brother and the wolf. She began stroking the wolf's cock rapidly, just like his paw had done to her. Dan popped his lips from her nipple with a loud grunt when he felt her jerking on his cock so rapidly. He thought for absolute certain that he was going to cum before the bobcat behind him. The sound of his sister's orgasmic cry seemed to trigger a reaction simultaneously inside the older bobcat. Jake snarled out and sunk his claws into the fur along Dan's hips as his orgasm took over. The thick bobcat dick began to spasm and flex inside the wolf's body as a thick load of cum shot into the wolf. Dan felt the sudden tension and pressure inside his body and let out a howl as he shot out rope after rope of hot cum all across Jenn's paw and arm. A few shots of his spunk even landed up across her chest and tummy from the was she was stroking it. For Jake it was perfect timing. Just as his orgasm began, he felt his cock being squeezed tighter, then the insides of Dan's ass rippling as he tried to shoot out all his wolf cum onto the bed. The bobcat thrust his hips fully and just ground against the wolf's ass while he shot his load. Jenn and Dan's paws fell limp with exhaustion, but Jake continued to roll his hips and fuck the wolf until he was absolutely sure his balls we completely empty and his body had no more cum to give up.
All three of the teens shuddered in orgasmic bliss for the better part of a minute. They took even longer to catch their breath. Dan slid his paw away from Jenn's now stretched and slightly reddened pussy and curled his arms so that he could lay down onto his elbows. It seemed a little funny laying down like that with his butt still up in the air. Jake was still behind Dan, his T-shirt still on, but now reeking of the smell of sex and sweat. He just softly ground his hips against Dan's ass, though his cock was now growing soft, even surrounded by those hot insides. Jenn was actualy the first one to say anything after their mutual climaxes. "Oh my god...." she whimpered out.
Dan's tail wagged a little bit, brushing over Jake's shirt when he spoke up "Did you two enjoy that?"
Jake ran his paws around and squeezed each of Dan's ass cheek, slightly rolling them around in his grip. "Oh fuck yeah."
The little bobcat girl looked at the two boys and giggled a little bit "You know that means you two are gay now..."
Jake winced at the accusation, but Dan took it in stride. He reached out and squeezed each of the bobcat girl's tits in his paws, causing her to let out a slutty little cat moan. "Well then I guess I'll just have to get some pussy around my dick to prove I'm not..."
Jenn actually seemed a little bit nervous when the wolf said that, but her big brother suddenly slapped the wolf on the ass and tugged his hips back, unsheathing himself from the wolf rather abruptly and caused Dan to cringe. "It's only gay if you're the one getting fucked anyways..." the bobcat retorted.
Dan reached back and rubbed his butt. His tailhole was aching and his insides felt like they had been re-arranged. He sat up and looked at the bed, letting out a little chuckle "Dude, we made a mess."
The bobcat girl was actually rubbing cum around between her fingers and noticing the same. "I'm going to go get cleaned up in mom and dad's shower. You two can use ours."
All three of them were moving sluggishly. Jenn made it to the door before she turned around to her brother and softly purred "Oh yeah, the reason I barged in to yell at you was because you forgot to get dinner ready. Mom and dad are still going to kill you."
Jake's eyes darted to the clock which read 6:23 pm. He groaned out another "Oh shit...." and let out a long sigh "I'm fucked man, my parents are showing up in half an hour and it takes 2 hours to cook that roast."
The wolf just walked over to his jacket, pulling out some smokes and his cell phone. He lit up a cigarette and popped open his phone, then rumbled over at the bobcat "Don't worry about it bro, I got it covered. Just hop in the shower and get the water nice and warm for me."
With that last comment from the wolf, the bobcat just shrugged and resigned himself to fate. Somehow he was going to get fucked over today, unfortunately it only ended being in the figurative meaning instead of literal. He stepped into the bathroom adjoining his room with his sister's and slipped into the shower, turning on the water and letting it soak his fur. As it slowly warmed up he began to relax and feel better. At least his sister isn't going to tell his parents what him and the wolf do. At least he finally got to see some pussy in real life and up close. 'She was pretty hot when she was naked' he thought, 'too bad she's my sister though.'
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Guy Time by Valanx
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A great dane and a bear happen to be co-workers. They also happen to be going out to lunch. A lot. Together. What's that pinging noise? Oh, that's just my gaydar. Contains M/M, 11542 words. - Hey all. So, being off of school for the week means lots of writing is going on! Yay! So here's a story that
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"Bear",
"Canine",
"Dog",
"Friendship",
"Gay Relationships",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Romance",
"dating"
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Hey all. So, being off of school for the week means lots of writing is going on! Yay! So here's a story that I started around the time FA started, drawing on a lot of older and newer inspiration from various places, and finished up tonight.
I am a big fan of Thanksgiving. Quite frankly, I prefer it to Christmas. Thanksgiving is the one holiday that hasn't been commercialized to oblivion (though Black Friday and football keep trying to take it over), and it really means a lot to me. Mostly because I love cooking, I love eating, and I love getting to see Pikachu in the parade. Seriously, highlight of my entire year, right there.
I'm rambling. Anyway, considering it's such a special holiday, I was hoping to get something extra out this break for you guys as a bit of a present, and I'm glad to say I managed it. Happy T-day.
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Christopher's glass clinked against the table. He licked his nose. "I know I want to," he said, voice low. "I'm just..."
The clatter of cutlery, the low rumble of conversation. Ed stuffed some saucy tortellini into his mouth, chewed thoughtfully. His eyes, bemused, surveyed the other male, as he tried to think how to proceed.
This was the third time they'd had lunch together this week.
And it was only Wednesday.
"Well, don't let's make it a big deal," the black bear rumbled, settling on a disarming move.
"Heh. Okay." Christopher looked up at him, and Ed caught sight of those shy hazel eyes that kept dodging his gaze. The Great Dane picked up his paper napkin, used it to gently wipe the side of his muzzle.
Italian food. They both liked it. They'd gone other places, in the few weeks this thing had been going on, but this was one of their favorites. They were outdoors, with the autumn sun peeking in and out behind patchy clouds; a darkening horizon hinted at rain that afternoon. The chairs and tables were wrought iron; the courtyard was flagstones. People came and went along the sidewalk, so that Ed could watch them head downtown, and Christopher could watch them make for midtown.
The great dane was wearing a blue-gray polo today, tucked into his khakis. The business-casual attire always did nice things to his tall, slender, yet blocky figure... or maybe Ed just had a thing for guys in polos. It wouldn't be the first time that had caused problems at work, he thought, adjusting himself in his chair slightly.
Work. Ed sighed a little. In just a little while, they'd have to go back to it. Go back to being co-workers, having businesslike discussions about micrometers and solder and unit cost. Instead of things like...
"You're cute..." Ed said, his voice low.
Christopher blushed a little, ducking his head; his floppy ears swung forward a bit. Ed liked that about him. His ears. Particularly in the city, some canines chose to have them cropped once they turned 18... or before, if they were particularly rebellious, and could find someone willing to perform the procedure on a minor. Christopher's natural ears gave him a bit of a younger, or perhaps more rural, or perhaps more nerdy, flare...
The great dane took a sip of his drink to cover his moment of speechlessness. "Shut up. We're in public."
Ed chuckled, having expected such a response. "I won't get to say it in an hour. Let me get it out of my system."
The dog grumbled a little. Munched on his cannelloni.
Then, abruptly, he said, "All right."
Ed looked up, a little surprised; the request hadn't been one he'd expected a response to. Then, he realized that Christopher was replying to something else entirely.
The dog had stopped eating, and was staring at his plate, fork intertwined with pasta and cheese. "Just... no... expectations, right? Whatever happens... well, it happens."
"That's what I thought," Ed said sincerely.
"And if nothing happens..."
"Then nothing happens." The bear nodded.
Christopher looked at him, and then smiled a little. "I don't... I don't think nothing will happen, I want something to happen... but..."
"If you want me to sleep on the couch, I will," Ed said, with a bit of a chuckle. Then, more seriously, "And if you want me to go home, I'll do that too."
The great dane looked at him, chewing slowly. "Can we... um. Can we go to your place?"
The bear blinked. "Okay. Wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with that."
"My place is kind of small..." Christopher said. "And it's a mess. And..." he gulped, and then muttered, "...a-and I... kinda wanna sleep in your bed."
Ed grinned. "Okay," he said agreeably, shifting a little again. It was funny, how you never noticed your underwear normally...
"But, let's run by my place first, so I can change and do some stuff," Christopher said. "Uh, that is, if you don't mind driving me over there. I took the bus today, so."
...and then you thought of a great dane changing and, wow! That's what they feel like! Ed shifted a bit more, scraping the last few tortellini into the corner of his bowl. "Nope, fine with me."
"Shouldn't take long or anything. And then..." Christopher, embarrassed, shrugged. "Whatever you want to do..."
Ed shrugged. "Watch some TV, play some video games, order a pizza. Not a big deal, remember? Guy time."
Christopher smiled at that, seeming more comfortable with the idea. "Right." And then... they'd probably sleep in the same bed.
Yup. Guy time.
How the hell had he gotten into this situation, anyway? Trading veiled flirts with the thirty-something bear over product blueprints. Going out to lunch with him every day. Growing more and more serious about whatever was developing between them. Jeez, much more of this and they were going to be holding paws, strolling along the beach while the string section reached a crescendo.
He wondered what Ed would say to the idea of a relationship.
He wondered what he would say to the idea of a relationship.
It was too much to consider just yet. It had been probably seven years since the last of Christopher's emotional 'adventures' in high school and college, and those did not exactly constitute a world-class education in being romantic with men. He didn't feel ready to consider that complicated landscape again. Not yet. Men were difficult. Women were simple: he left them alone at bars, and they left him alone during staff meetings.
It was Ed he couldn't get out of his head, nowadays.
He glanced up at the bear, who was engrossed in his food once more. He wasn't really sure what was so alluring about the guy. It wasn't that he looked like a model (he was handsome in a dark, serious way, but nothing that stood out of a crowd), or that he was a bodybuilder (he had broad shoulders, but was of average physique, with that predisposition toward a belly that bears often displayed). He was attractive, sure, but a lot of guys were attractive. Maybe it was his somewhat playful, somewhat sardonic personality?
Something had made Christopher's balls take notice, that was for sure. For whatever reason, Ed was worth flirting with, and his atypical courage had been rewarded by the surge of excitement he'd gotten when the bear returned his playful insinuations.
It had very quickly become less about whether there was something between them, and more about whether Christopher was willing to admit there was something between them. Admit that he probably wanted to sleep with this guy. And maybe more, too.
He could almost hear the stupid violins.
"Just come find me after work," Ed was saying, wiping his muzzle with his napkin, "and we can run by your place."
"Kay." Christopher looked at him a little uncertainly. Ed looked back, stoically, and then hesitantly reached out and clasped his paw gently around the canine's own.
With a grin, the bear quirked his head. "This is gonna be fun, right? Two work buddies hanging out together! Making friends... Male bonding, am I right?" His words were a low growl, his tone mildly sarcastic, or at least facetious. But his paw was soft and warm, and... it felt almost like he was trembling.
That might have been Christopher, though. The canine pulled his paw away, blushing, on the pretense of slicing into his last stuffed pasta tube; he glanced aside to make sure no one was staring at what felt very much like a date-in-progress. "Yeah, if that's what you want to call it."
"Sure," Ed continued, now hamming up the not-unnatural masculine rumble in his voice. "Guy Time! Video games, with explosions! Pizza, in large, greasy quantities! Heck, I might even turn on some football, and we can vent our testosterone at the screen... and check out those cheerleaders!"
"I'll pass on that, thanks," the great dane said delicately, and Ed laughed, making his companion smile a moment later as well.
"Maybe a movie, then. Action! Explosions! Or we could watch *The Notebook*," Ed finished, deadpan. "Which I do own."
"Hmmm..." Christopher considered, imagining sharing a couch with the bear for that one. He couldn't quite picture them on opposite ends of it. "Male bonding indeed."
"Heheh." The bear winked. Then his smile dropped a bit. "I want it to be fun, though. More than... bonding, eh? I want both of us to have fun."
The canine found himself smiling at that.
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Ed had a bit of a flashback, as he rolled up the parking lot. A flashback of something he'd never seen.
There was a curb, and a great dane was standing on it, swishing his tail just like that. Carrying his bag just like that, one paw on the strap, the other in his pocket. His shoulders hunched a little, innocuous, inconspicuous, as he waited for the bus to take him to school. Middle school, probably. Ed wondered if he had any friends, whether anyone bullied him. He sure looked lonely.
Then, he shook his head; the canine standing on the curb ahead of him was in his late twenties, not to mention well over six feet tall. But he was carrying a bag, and swishing his tail.
Instead of a yellow schoolbus, a gray Dodge Magnum rolled up to the curb, passenger window rolling down. "Toss your stuff in the back, if you like," Ed said, unlocking the doors with a flick of his thumb.
Christopher did.
Not much later, they were cruising down first street, when Ed's right paw snaked over and accosted his companion's left. Christopher shivered, glancing down as their digits intermeshed, and blushed a little as he allowed his paw to be tugged over to rest atop the parking brake. He supposed they weren't really in public anymore. When he looked over, the bear was smiling, eyes on the road, his thumb stroking the back of the canine's paw gently.
The dog was nervous. They could both tell. The pawhold said "I like you," as much as it said "Don't be scared," as much as it said "You can trust me."
When they reached Christopher's apartment, its owner pointed out where to park, and then hopped out. "You can... come up, if you want," he said, a little shyly. "It'll only take a second..."
"Arright." Ed hopped out and followed the great dane into the building, up the elevator, down the fourth-floor hallway.
Christopher had been speaking the truth. His apartment was small. And messy. "Sorry," the canine mumbled, stepping over a hoodie and a sliding stack of books. He pushed aside a couple magazines. "Sit down if you like, I'll only be a second." He padded into the adjoining bedroom, kicking the door ajar behind him.
Ed leaned over the stack of books, picked up the top one. "I didn't think you were really the Dawkins type, Christopher."
"Hm? Oh, I'm not. A friend lent that to me. Thought I'd give it a look-through."
"Is it any good?"
"It makes sense... but at the same time, I'm not sure I buy it. Emotionally, I mean. It's a big distance, between finding it logical, and feeling it, you know?"
"Yeah." Ed sat down on the end of the old couch, facing the door.
"You go to church, Ed?"
"Oh... sometimes..." the bear said, uncomfortably. "Not as much as I should, I suppose."
"Hm." The canine hesitated. "I stopped going a few years ago. Just after college. Figured there was no point, if I didn't even know what I believed any more."
"Yeah..." Ed said slowly. "I guess I kinda know what you mean. Church is just... familiar, I guess." He was silent a moment. "Easier to keep going, than to decide to stop, and admit that I don't know something I thought I knew."
"Yeah..." Thud, thud, from the other room. Ed looked up, studying the door. "I guess I just feel like I don't know anything any more."
"Mmh." An unplanned shift to the right gave the bear a bit of a surprise; the door was open just wide enough that he could catch a sliver of the room beyond. Leaning a bit more, he caught a sudden glimpse of light brown fur; a lot of it, exposed.
Ed blushed a little and looked down, studying his shoes. Now really didn't seem like the moment to play peeping tom... not to mention that he'd only be spoiling his own surprise, if it came to that tonight.
"Well, I hope you feel like you know me," the bear said, after a moment.
There was a pause, in which the rustling noise from the other room stopped. "Yeah," Christopher said, his tone quite different. "I suppose I do, yeah."
"Good," Ed replied, smiling a little. Christopher was a different sort of guy from the others the bear had been interested in over time, that was for sure. It was clear he didn't like talking about his sexuality, and Ed could understand that; he wasn't a big fan of being out there himself. With the dog, though, it seemed a lot more like... a part of himself, that he didn't like to think about.
It had been a little frustrating at times. Here was this hot guy flirting with him while he was trying to concentrate, and then when he tried to get serious about it, Christopher shied away from the G word as much as some straight guys Ed had had the misfortune of crushing on. For weeks! He'd wanted to say, 'Geez, you know you like me, so why can't we just talk about it in so many words! You're gay. You know it, I know it.'
He hadn't said that, though. He didn't like to think about how Christopher would react to it. He'd much rather think about the eventual, inevitable progression of this thing between them. From stray glances, to words. To lunch. To 'Guy Time'.
To... what next?
The Big White Wedding! Ed snorted quietly to himself. He imagined Christopher would not take kindly to a description of the image in his head right now. He wondered which one of them would wear the dress. It'd be kind of unfair to make the dane do it, he'd surely get all embarrassed. Ed was better at just running with things, not taking them too seriously. Maybe they could both wear dresses. That'd be good.
All joking aside, though... he did wonder what would come next.
The door opened, revealing that tall, attractive canine again, now in jeans and a t-shirt. He padded into the kitchenette. "Lemme just stick a couple things in the dishwasher."
"You have a dishwasher?" Ed rose and peered around the counter enviously.
"Yeah, heh. Dish, as in one." Christopher pulled open the half-wide machine. "Barely even worth it to load it up, but I'm just lazy enough to manage it." He grinned a little at the bear, and Ed grinned back.
It was nice, hanging out with the canine like this. It had been one thing, flirting off and on at work, implying things they might like to do together. But they hadn't been friends a few weeks ago, just co-workers, acquaintances.
Now, Ed supposed, they were friends. Or, at least, they were able to talk to each other well enough. They liked each other... in more than a purely physical way.
Clatter, clink. Christopher shut the dishwasher. Washed his paws, dried them on the towel hanging from the oven handle. Ed had the sudden, powerful sense of being in someone else's home. Someone else's life. This doggie guy he'd been teasing... he was in his main element, here. He came home to this place every day. Probably lazed around on the couch in his underwear on Saturdays. Checked his email on his laptop during breakfast. Ed wondered how long he'd had this apartment. It seemed like a while.
The great dane looked toward him, done. Ed smiled, standing. "Wanna head over to my place now?"
Christopher smiled a little, and nodded.
"Kay. As long as you're sure you don't wanna just hang out here. I'd be fine either way."
The dog looked down; he seemed to consider it. He still seemed nervous, just from the way his tail moved, the way he stood, the way his floppy ears hung back.
"Your place," he said, after a pause that wasn't too long.
And so they left. Christopher locked the door behind him, with the odd, thrilling feeling that he wouldn't be coming back home tonight.
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Yeah, it was all a good time. Christopher could say that.
They'd started with video games, naturally - both were fairly experienced in that realm, and could spend many hours bashing up opponents without pause. Christopher favored PC games, while Ed had an Xbox and a penchant for trash talk that he'd picked up online. But the canine preferred controllers, and they both were well-versed in the genre of the shooter - they'd even played a bunch of the same games, on different platforms.
Running through the video games with a new friend was always a good time. Shared favorites, jokes and quirks in their behavior, discovering new titles... The bear had his friend pretty well convinced that he needed to get an Xbox for a little while, on one of the console-exclusives.
Eventually, though, they tired of explosions and large weapons, and the TV went back to its normal broadcast, while Ed finally changed out of his work clothes and ordered the pizzas. Between the two of them and the shared love of cold breakfast pizza that they discovered, they figured they could eat two mediums, and if any was left over, it was Ed's fridge - he wasn't going to protest if a few pieces of pizza decided to stick around. He also figured he could buy a cute guy a pizza; their lunches had been strictly separate checks, the way two co-workers ought to pay for lunch. Ed wanted to buy the canine dinner - even if that was just pizza - and when he said it, Christopher blushed and sat back on the couch, returning his wallet to his pocket.
The news was on, running some story on the war; it was sobering. The room had grown dark, as they hadn't bothered to turn on the light earlier; now the light in the kitchen was on, and that made it feel like a less comfortable darkness. Christopher sat there and watched, and eventually Ed came back, now wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. It was an odd look, to the canine, who was used to seeing him in business casual. He looked... different. Still Ed... but... cuter.
Christopher blushed at that thought, but it was true. Ed was the sort of guy who looked cute in a hoodie, his blocky head framed by the hood and his big paws stuffed into the pocket.
Ed saw him staring at a little bit, and grinned at him. "What?"
"Nuthin..." Christopher muttered, embarrassed. He squirmed his footpaws out of his shoes, so that he could pull them up onto the couch, folding them under his legs.
Ed was quiet for a moment. Then, "Hey... Chris..."
The canine's heart lurched at that; no one ever called him Chris. "Yeah?"
The bear gave him a little smile. "Mind if I hold you a little bit?"
Christopher sat there, very still, his ears flopping back and tail flicking shyly. This guy Ed was sitting next to him, and this guy was his friend, and this guy was kinda cute, and this guy was asking if it would be all right if...
It felt like so much, all the layers of meaning and feeling. Christopher nodded a little, looking at his knees.
A moment later, he felt the bear shift closer, so he was almost touching the canine; he looked up at the TV, though he wasn't watching what was on the screen at all. He felt contact, warmth. Ed wrapped one arm around him, paw coming to rest on his side, and just sat beside him like that, so that their sides were in contact. Christopher, for his part, breathed out slowly and found himself smiling a little, despite his persistent blush and backflicked ears.
They didn't need to do anything more than this just yet. Ed clearly didn't want to, either. Not yet. That was comforting; it helped the nervousness in Christopher's stomach to settle, letting him enjoy the feeling of the bear guy holding him. He pressed against Ed's side, and let his arm curl around the other male's lower back, and that was nice too.
They sat on the couch and watched the news like that, and it was depressing, hearing all the stuff about the war. But it was nice, having a guy to cuddle with. He hoped Ed would like doing this more in the future... whatever happened tonight, and in the next few days, and weeks, between them... Christopher wouldn't mind having someone to hold him while he watched the news. Or at any other time, really.
The pizzas arrived with a ding-dong, and Ed had to leave him, then. Christopher tried not to look too much like he'd been cuddling with the other male. You know, just in case the pizza guy caught a glimpse of him sitting there and found it somehow suspicious. Some people had shockingly good gaydars.
Images flashed across the screen, splashing color across the carpet and sound across Christopher's skull. It reminded him of being small, and sitting in front of the TV alone, while his parents were in the kitchen, and the light was shining into the dark living room. He'd spent a lot of time like that, as a child. Late at night, in his fuzzy dinosaur pajamas. Sometimes one of his parents would come out to tell him to go to bed. Sometimes he just went to bed himself. Eventually.
It was a familiar feeling. It was the same feeling he often had now, when he sat in his apartment some evenings staring at his laptop in the dark, or when he was lying on the couch watching TV. He was at the point in his life where it was beginning to sink in that this cycle wasn't going to change. Go to work, go home, lather, rinse, repeat. In school, it always felt like he was waiting for something... meaningful, worthwhile, fulfilling, to happen in his life. It still felt that way. And only now did he realize... nothing was coming.
Nothing was there.
A bear passed between him and the screen, and the flash of darkness was enough to pull the canine out of his melancholic musing. Ed set the pizzas down on the table, one left, one right. "All yours, big guy."
"Heheh." Christopher pulled open the box on his side and feasted his eyes on cheesy, sausage-covered goodness. "Mmm." He grabbed the first piece and scarfed a huge bite.
Ed chuckled a little, watching, before digging into his own (he was the ham-and-pineapple-with-extra-cheese type). They munched pizza and watched the news, which had thankfully moved on to less disheartening matters. Halfway through Ed's third slice, the national news ended, and the local news began its somewhat more melodramatic, cheesy broadcast. The only thing Ed allowed to be cheesy in his living room was currently in his paw and moving toward his mouth. Mmm.
"You wanna watch a movie after all?" Ed asked, looking to the canine.
Christopher blinked, chewing on the crust of his fourth piece; he must've been hungry. "Okay, sure."
"Got some sauce on your nose, it's pretty cute," the bear remarked with amusement.
It made him grin, the way Christopher blushed slowly and progressively after that. The great dane rubbed at the end of his muzzle.
"Got it."
"Aren't you supposed to lick it off, or something?" the dog retorted.
The bear blinked, and his smile altered a bit. "Well, if you'd wanted me to do that, all you had to do was ask."
Christopher's ears flopped. "I didn't say I wanted... I... Oh, shut up."
Ed chuckled maliciously and gave him a friendly sideways hug. "Hey, guy time, right? Relax, it's not a big deal. Come help me pick the movie."
"Kay." They headed over to the shelf of DVDs that sat under the two shelves of video games.
Yep, he really did own *The Notebook*.
Not today, though. Christopher wasn't comfortable enough with the situation to relax his masculinity quite that much. There was 'gay guy', and then there was 'gay chick flick fan'. And maybe it was a stupid self-conscious inhibition, but when the canine had to capitalize a G, he always went for 'gay Guy'. Metaphorically speaking.
"How 'bout that one?" he said, poking at a science fiction action flick.
"Oh, excellent choice. You seen this one?"
Christopher shook his head. "Heard it was cool."
"It's good. You should like it." The bear grinned a little at him. "The lead actor's smokin' hot."
"Heheheh." Christopher scratched his ear and blushed a little. "That why you own it?"
Ed rumbled. "Might have a little to do with it, yeah..." He pulled out the plastic case, inserted the disc, and poked a button on the DVD player, before following Christopher back over to the couch and grabbing the remote. They sat companionably beside each other, perhaps a little closer than two men might ordinarily have sat while watching a movie.
Somewhat belatedly, it occurred to Christopher that this 'watch a movie' idea might be the bear's ploy to move things along a bit more. The thought was a bit unsettling, but also exhilarating... He wanted to get somewhere with the guy, and every step toward that particular place provoked a surge of intensity in his mind, some combination of both anticipation and nervousness.
Sure enough, about fifteen minutes after the movie started, just as Christopher was getting engrossed in the plot... he felt the warm, masculine form next to him shift a little closer, and Ed's arm wrapped around him once again. The canine tensed a bit at first, but slowly, he relaxed against his companion's torso, breathing out a soft sigh that made Ed smile and give him a little, friendly nuzzle.
Christopher expected more to come after that, but soon they were cuddling close and the movie was halfway over. The bear felt him shivering a little, and rumbled, "You cold?"
"I'm okay," the dane replied, reflexively.
"You sure?" The bear gave him a nuzzle again, affectionate, concerned.
Christopher lay there a moment, wondering what part of him still didn't trust the nice ursine guy, who was making him feel so good and wanted. "I'm a little chilly," he admitted.
Ed hesitated a moment, and then climbed to his feet, and shuffled around the table. Christopher sat there on the couch, watching the movie by himself now. He felt surprisingly cold and small, with the strange absence of the bear's warm arm.
In a moment, however, Ed returned, bearing a large fuzzy blanket. Taking up his place beside the canine once more, he spread the blanket over both of them, and this time made no pretense of maintaining standard social distance - he wrapped *both* arms around the great dane, and pulled his companion close against him. Christopher curled up against his co-worker's chest, eyes on the screen.
The canine was really a fairly big guy, Ed found; he could see over Christopher's shoulder comfortably, but only just. The dog was pretty skinny for his height, but his shoulders were rather broad, and he was quite a bit taller than the bear, even when curled up like this. Ed fit his head into the corner between Christopher's neck and shoulder, and nuzzled him a little, before returning his attention to the movie.
They watched a hunk of a tiger beat up some aliens. They snuggled under a blanket. They each had another piece of pizza, since it was sitting there. Guy time.
Ed thought about feeling the dog up a little, but he wasn't sure if Christopher would like that, so he didn't.
Christopher was enjoying the movie anyway. It would have been a shame to get distracted and miss the last of the admittedly somewhat sparse plot, and the most spectacular of the not-at-all sparse explosions. But soon, the credits were rolling, and Ed relinquished his teddy-bear grip on the other male to get up and turn off the DVD player.
Christopher stretched and yawned, the blanket falling off of him a little bit, and blinked in the bright blue light now coming from the TV. Ed was a dark silhouette, a night-bear, an etching. "Aren't you supposed to make out during a movie?" he remarked.
Ed turned and looked at him, his eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness of his form. He was speechless for a moment. "What, did you want to? Feel like you missed out?" he said, teasing again.
Christopher knew it was teasing, and could feel the blush he'd borne several times tonight returning again. However, this time, he found it didn't cripple him as much. "Well... kinda..."
Ed placed the DVD gently back in its case, and shut that, before sliding it back into the row on the shelf. He returned to his cuddle-buddy on the couch, and Christopher looked at him apprehensively, drawing his paws into his lap.
The bear lifted one of his own big paws up, and put it on the side of the dog's face. Christopher shivered and leaned into the caress that resulted.
"Never too late for some makin' out..." Ed remarked, his voice rumbling.
Christopher shivered a bit more, and pulled his paws under the blanket again. Ed saw the motion and shifted closer, before sliding back under the blanket and wrapping his arms around the canine again. "Or we can just do this some more... Prime male bonding activity, this one..." he said, with a bit of a grin.
Christopher chuckled a little, blush becoming more permanent as he pressed up against the other male. "Oh really? It's a shame more guys won't do it, then..."
"Heheh, yeah..." the bear sighed. "I'm glad you will, though. You're a nice one to do it with, and no mistake."
The dog ducked his head a little, shyly. "You're nice... too, Ed..."
It was a little funny, feeling this guy hesitantly sliding his paws around Ed's waist, waiting, waiting, clearly wanting to do some nice guy-on-guy... something. But, waiting for Ed to decide what that was...
The bear leaned in and nuzzled again, his nose rubbing against the side of Christopher's muzzle. The dog pressed back, breath huffing through the bear's dark brown fur. Rub, rub, rub, hold a bit tighter, squeeze.
"Do you want me to kiss you, Chris?" the bear murmured.
The canine gulped; the lack of the two following syllables really made his heart go crazy, pounding furiously in his chest. No one *ever* called him Chris. And not through his insistence, not because he didn't like it. On the contrary.
"Uh..." the dog's nose dipped toward the floor, he snuffled. Here he was, pressed super-close to his somewhat older co-worker, and the air was thick and heavy and Ed's eyes were slightly slitted. They were in his living room, and it was dark.
Two guys, holding each other on the couch.
"...Yeah..." Christopher said shyly. And waited.
The bear nosed in slowly, so as not to startle him. Christopher kept ducking his head further and further; he was trying not to, but Ed had to chase him a little to bring their noses into gentle contact.
The dog drew back a little, but Ed was so close now, his mouth less than an inch away, and Christopher felt himself freezing up, caught up in the feeling, caught up in....
Ed hung there for what felt like a very long moment... and then pressed in. Confident bear mouth met trembling dog mouth, eyes shut and muzzles shifted to opposing angles.
It had been a really long time since Christopher had been kissed. College, probably. He didn't want to believe that was that long ago, but it was.
He wondered how long it had been for Ed. Not as long, probably. The bear seemed more comfortable with his interest in men, more forward, more confident. And why shouldn't he be? He was attractive.
He was really attractive.
The dog mmphed into the kiss, tongue tentatively introducing itself to its new playmate. Much like its owner, Ed's tongue was confident. Friendly. 'Hi, Christopher's tongue!' it seemed to say. 'I'm sure we'll be great buddies!'
'...H-hi...' the dog's responded.
The bear's big paws were petting Christopher's head and neck, sliding over his t-shirt clad shoulders and affectionately massaging his floppy ears. It felt really nice.
Christopher was getting an erection and it made him embarrassed. He shuffled around uncomfortably until things were settled enough, and his jeans were all tented up under the blanket, throbbing. He hoped Ed wouldn't notice... though, really, the bear seemed otherwise-occupied at the moment.
Heck, who was he kidding? They were *making out*. Surely Ed was not going to mind if he had a boner.
Christopher pressed his paws against Ed's chest and whined a bit, as the bear increased the passion of his mouthplay, curling his arms around Christopher's shoulders and pressing back until the dog's weight was mostly resting in his arms. His tongue slurped out of the dog's mouth, to lick over his muzzle and nose affectionately, before returning to his tongue and teeth.
"Mmmm..." he rumbled, as Christopher's paws stroked his chest hesitantly. He broke away. "Here, shift your legs up..."
Obediently, Christopher swung his legs up onto the couch, shifting one around to Ed's other side. He lay back, with his head coming to rest on the armrest, while Ed rose to his knees on the couch and leaned over him. The blanket was coming off, now, but it was okay; Christopher wasn't cold now that they were doing something like this.
Ed's big tongue came back and lapped at his face, stroking wetly over his rough fur. Christopher moaned a little. "Oh, Ed..."
He got a nuzzle in response, and then another kiss; Ed hunched over him and began rubbing his chest with a paw, while his other curled around under the canine and supported his lower back.
Christopher felt tingly all over. The bear found his nipples through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and that made him jump a little, twitching. Ed seemed to realize how sensitive they were, because he was gentle, pressing in and making the dog shudder, before sliding that big paw down the canine's flat stomach. Christopher didn't have a six-pack, but his abs were firm enough under his t-shirt at least to rub appreciatively, and Ed did that.
"You smell good..." the bear rumbled, nuzzling into the side of Christopher's face and neck, slurping his wet tongue through the great dane's fur. He smelled like boy dog. Musky and raw, a dark, rough smell like wet leaves and soot. Christopher's hot, moist breath huffed over his ear, and then his face, as their noses met gently again, quivering lips straining toward each other until that moment of blessed contact rushed through them both.
The bear smiled into this most recent in a series of kisses, as Christopher trembled and shifted under his paw. The guy seemed to really like being touched. And kissed. And Ed couldn't say he found anything undesirable about it either - both touching the dog, and observing his response to being touched.
Christopher was just a beautiful guy. Seriously. You wouldn't think him very impressive at a glance; he wasn't the most attractive or charismatic fella. Pretty quiet, fairly plain. But he was such a sweetheart. A nice, average guy. And the way he moved, when Ed ran a paw down the side of his chest and stomach, the way he shi-i-i-ifted in that sinuous curve, tremors racing through him...
Lick, lick. He took a diversion down Christopher's chin, nuzzling into his neck and applying his tongue liberally. Christopher's paws went up to his shoulders and the dog panted, moaning quietly and tipping his head back submissively. It felt good, it felt *good*... Like scratching an itch, but tied to his cautious trust of the ursine male... and to his cock.
"Mmmhh... Chris... you taste so nice..."
The dog quaked under him. He tasted like guy. Ed liked that taste, considerably.
"D'ya like making out, Chris?" the bear whispered, nuzzling into the dog's ear. "Huh?"
"Yeah..." Christopher gasped back. "...Y-yeah, I like it..."
"Mmm, I bet..." Lick, lick. Kiss. Christopher's breathing had grown rougher; the dog shifted under him, uncomfortable. Ed continued to stroke his chest and stomach, even venturing down as far as his belt once, but no further. He was aware of the big tent in the dog's jeans, since it matched and occasionally knocked against his own; he was aware of it the same way he was aware of the dog's tail, wagging happily, drunkenly between Ed's legs.
Christopher had been fairly passive, his paws pressing up against the bear's chest, but Ed was confident that in time he'd find his courage, and the dog didn't disappoint. Ed rumbled as he felt those blocky dog paws slide onto his back, before running down his spine slowly. The bear gave his friend another wet, sloppy kiss, body rocking forward sensuously when Christopher dared to grab his butt. Ed was a sucker for a nice bit of gluteal massage, and no denying it. The nerves all in that region just loved to report to his dick about everything that was going on back there. He liked a guy who could figure that out without being told explicitly... he'd have to see if Christopher was up to the challenge.
Christopher's mind was on fire; he leaned up into each kiss, squirmed under each stroke, and his dick was monstrously hard, aching and quivering in his pants. His lips almost burned, with the feeling of each successive kiss; his paws gripped Ed's rump and squeezed, and the whole experience was wonderful, just wonderful. So good. More than he could have hoped for. Incredible.
He broke away sloppily with a vulgar sound, panting and giving a weak little groan. "G-gosh... Ed..." he whispered.
"Mmm... Chris..." Sluuurp, went the bear's tongue across his muzzle, leaving a cold, wet feeling in its wake.
It was ovewhelming. It was like being drunk. It was like... Like...
The canine squirmed a little, eyes slitting. "E-ed... You... Oh gosh... you should... stop..."
"Nnn, why's that..." Ed rumbled, kissing and licking and pawing and stroking.
"Ed... Oh shit..." he moaned softly, nosing up into the bear's facial embrace... and then, he nudged the other male's muzzle aside and pushed away a bit, eyes sliding open. "I can't... You gotta stop..."
The bear blinked, coming out of a daze and staring, clear-eyed, down at the dog, who blinked up at him, embarrassed and earnest and panting. "Huh?"
"We... we're gonna have to stop. Let's, uh, go to your room, okay?"
The bear tilted his head at the canine's tone of voice. "You want to?"
Christopher squirmed away, and Ed scooted back and let him sit up. The bear sat back on his heels. "Yeah, I mean, I think it's about time... right?" The dog looked up anxiously.
Ed frowned, a little disappointed; he could stand to continue this tongue-wrestling-and-cross-country competition for a while yet. "Well... Okay. You sure you're ready for that?"
The dog glanced away, and back. "Well... Yeah, pretty much."
Ed blinked, dubious. He sure looked pretty nervous about it. "We can just keep doing this, you know. I'm having fun, aren't you?" He didn't mean to sound a little hurt, but he did.
"Yeah!" Christopher yelped. "Yeah, I really like it, but... I... I can't keep this up."
The bear sat there, confused, and then nosed in to give him a coaxing nuzzle."Why? What's wrong, Chris?"
The dog sat there, staring at his knees. "I... Well. If we keep doing this, I'm gonna... You know. Cum."
Ed blinked.
"...You... you are?"
Christopher was blushing. He did have a pretty spectacular tent in his pants, Ed observed. "I... Let's just go to your room, okay? I'm really not actually that quick in bed, I promise, it's just... just that making out gets me really worked up, and eventually..."
The bear felt a surge of affection that brought a little smile to his face. The guy was worried about satisfying him! "Aww, it's okay," he murmured, giving Christopher's cheek a little rub.
"I just... You know, I figure you probably wanna... Have sex." The dog gulped, but managed to say it fairly naturally, as though he'd been fine admitting it all along. "So we better stop this before..."
Ed rumbled and leaned in closer, arms around the other guy once more. "But you like making out, right? You like the way it feels?"
"Obviously..." the dog murmured, a little sheepish, but he smiled and nuzzled back against the bear readily.
"I like it too..." Ed said, hushed. "And, remember what we agreed on?"
They'd almost kissed again; Christopher had to exert significant effort just to draw back. "Hmm?"
"No expectations, right?" Ed gave him a little lick on the nose.
"...Yeah. Heh." Christopher grinned a little; he'd forgotten that.
"So..." Ed did kiss him this time. Wet, stroking bear tongue. Soft lips, pointy teeth. Christopher's dick throbbed. "...so we don't have to have sex anyway. Only if we decide we want to." Another little kiss. "...and right now, I kinda wanna just keep making out."
Christopher looked at him, and then slowly blushed and looked down.
"And if you get a little excited over that, that's okay..." Ed gave him a stroke on his chest, that made the dog shiver.
The great dane snuffled a little, balls aching a little bit now that the stimulation of their passionate makeout session had subsided. "It... it just feels so nice, when you... kiss me and touch me and all that..."
"Do you want me to do it some more, then?" Ed's paw roamed up and found its way to Christopher's left nipple again, and the dog's breath caught as a digit pressed softly against it.
"If... if you keep doing it, I'm gonna cum," the dane said, with finality. He looked at the bear, uncertain.
"That's alright with me if it's alright with you..." Ed rumbled, nosing in closer, so his breath puffed in the canine's face once more.
Christopher's eyes slitted a little as the bear gave him a single, soft kiss. Felt so nice.
When the bear drew back, looking at him for confirmation... Christopher didn't have anything to say. Nothing to offer other than his earnest look and faint blush.
After a moment, Ed shifted. "You should lay back down. I want you to be comfortable."
The dog hesitated, and then slid back and rested his head on the armrest again, shuffling uncomfortably under his companion as Ed resumed his place between the dog's bent legs, hunched over him. Ed didn't tease him or lead into it, as though it was suddenly a big sexual act. He just... resumed what he'd been doing. His mouth met the dog's again. Their paws resumed petting and stroking like machinery grinding from a halt. Ed's left paw, the one that had been under Christopher's back, slid back to its former position, and then shifted a little lower, cradling the dog's hips. Christopher appreciated that; bent over as he was, either his neck or back were going to start hurting without something supporting him. Ed seemed content to fill the role himself.
It was a nonchalant move, to simply resume what he'd been doing, and Ed was confident (going off of Christopher's reactions, at least) that it was the right thing to do to move things along... but in truth, he found himself a little anxious, and more than a little daunted. He wanted this to feel good for the canine... even moreso, now that he knew exactly how good it could possibly feel for him. And so, he devoted his efforts to being more affectionate, more passionate, more tender, more engaged, than before... He stroked the dane's chest and kissed and licked him, and didn't stray as far from his mouth or slow as much as he might have earlier.
Christopher didn't make any noises, no moaning or cussing or the like, as one might have expected... but he did react. The same trembling and little shifts of posture as before, slight squirming and the tension and pressure in his head and neck, as he toyed with his lover's tongue. Ed didn't grind against him; he figured that might be a bit too much stimulation... and in any event, Christopher seemed quite happy just like this.
Ed couldn't really tell exactly when the dog came.
He was aware of the great dane's kissing, his back-rubbing and stroking, growing more forceful and frantic over a long span of time, far too long and gradual to mean anything specific... but there was no one moment when it was clear that the dog was losing his load. They just... made out. And it clearly felt very, very good to the canine. After a while, Ed became aware that the tension in Christopher's posture was relaxing... very slowly. Over many minutes, the dog's kisses grew softer and weaker, as he lay in the ursine male's arms. Ed gentled his affections to match, but continued his tonguing and petting, even as he became more sure the dog was finished - Christopher certainly still seemed to enjoy them.
Finally, when he began to think the dog was about to fall asleep, Ed broke the current kiss and gave Christopher's muzzle a few licks; a miniature tongue bath. The dog slitted his eyes open slowly, and smiled up at the bear.
"Did you cum?" Ed rumbled quietly.
Christopher nodded dreamily. He didn't blush this time.
"Was it good?"
"Amazing..." the dog breathed, his voice husky. "Gosh it felt so nice..."
"I'm glad..." Ed murmured, giving him another little kiss.
Christopher returned it, and then licked his lips. "Only one problem."
"Hmm?" Ed drew back a little.
"Well... now my underwear is pretty much, uh, soaked. And it's kind of uncomfortable." Christopher rubbed at the side of his nose.
"Aah." Ed grinned at him a little, drawing back to look at the crotch of the dog's jeans. There didn't seem to be any conspicuous wet spots, but it was dark. Christopher sat awkwardly still, legs half-bent, halfway slouching, trying not to smear around the goo that was now coating his genitals. "Maybe we shoulda thought of that... taken your little fella out so he didn't make a mess..."
"Heh, maybe." Christopher rubbed his nose again. "Felt great... but I'm not so sure I like having a 'cream filling'."
"Well, you're not really that twinky, no," Ed muttered, grinning. "Let's get you out of this stuff, then." He slid his paws up under the canine's shirt, stroking up his chest and gathering it on his wrists. Then he paused. "If that's okay, of course."
Christopher had gripped the side of the couch rather tightly, when he felt the bear start to take his clothes off; he consciously relaxed. "Yeah." He raised his arms and squirmed out of his shirt, as Ed pulled it over his head. "We basically just had sex, after all... Kinda dumb for me to be shy now..."
"No, it's not," Ed said matter-of-factly, reaching down to the scruff of longish, darker fur below Christopher's navel to unbutton his pants. "It's your body. You're entitled to be as shy as you like about it."
"That's a bit odd, coming from the guy taking my clothes off," the dog said, with a little chuckle.
Ed gingerly unzipped his fly. "How so? I can't pretend I don't enjoy seeing it, but I'm not a voyeur." He grinned. "Also you're cute when you act shy."
"Heheh." Christopher carefully wriggled out of his pants. His underwear was a fairly tight pair of stripy, light blue boxers... and where his jeans had been inconspicuous, these were certainly not; the entire front side was darkened in great big streaks and blobs.
The two of them carefully worked Christopher's pants down to his knees, trying not to make an even worse mess of him, before the dog pulled his socked paws out of one leg, and then the other. He hissed abruptly and inched back, ears going flat.
"What is it?" Ed asked, pausing as he folded the dog's pants (which had gotten a little damp on the inside of the crotch, he observed).
"Nothing..." Christopher muttered uncomfortably. "Some of it... ran down under my tail, is all. Surprised me."
"Aww, poor guy..." the bear rumbled, giving his headfur a rub. "I'll get you all cleaned up, don't worry..." He leaned forward over the canine, who was slouching now, and gently worked his pawdigits under the dog's waistband.
"Go ahead," the great dane murmured apprehensively, when he paused.
Ed carefully pulled the front side of the dog's underwear away from his body, before sliding the garment down over his hips, trying to make as little of a mess as possible. He didn't mind so much if it got on his couch; he mostly wanted to spare Christopher any further discomfort.
"What a mess..." Ed murmured, folding the dog's wet underwear as well, before setting them on top of his jeans. Christopher sat there a little shyly, his sloppy equipment now on display. He had a rather long sheath, out of which was poking a couple inches of somewhat floppy dog meat, pink and flushed from its recent exercise; within his sheath, the bulge of his knot was prominent and low down, making clear that more of his tool was covered than was revealed. The dane's sheath itself was attired in short fur, surrounded by slightly longer, darker fur; all of this was mussed and matted down by a layer of thick goo that still retained some dissolving white streaks. Most of it had run down onto his big balls, giving them a glistening sheen; as Ed watched, a droplet fell from his loose scrotum and landed on his damp tailbase.
The bear stuck his nose into the vicinity, at first inquisitive, and Christopher tensed a little at the invasion of his personal space... and then whined a little, as the bear's tongue gave his balls a trial swipe. "You're gonna clean me up... like that?"
Ed shrugged, licking his lips. "Sure. You taste good all over."
And so the bear began washing his companion's equipment. With his mouth.
After a few moments, the dog relaxed; a few more, and he was leaning back, tongue lolling out of his mouth as the bear lapped at his scrotum. Felt good. Everything down there was sensitive after his orgasm, and having a nice tongue stroking over it all felt pretty great.
Ed worked his way up onto the dog's sheath, tongue caressing the bulge of Christopher's knot through that thin layer of skin. He would have expected it to be uncomfortable, having your knot stuck in your sheath like that, but it seemed like it had been there the whole time they'd been making out, and Christopher wasn't complaining. Ed wasn't exactly an expert in the having-a-knot department.
He was, however, an expert at the licking-cum-out-of-pubic-fur department. Not by practice, of course... but certainly by dedication. Christopher rumbled and purred and moaned a little at all the nice attention, even moving his paw to the bear's head, as though they were having oral sex.
Of course, hadn't they had oral sex a moment ago? Hahah! Ed had certainly gotten the dog off with just his mouth! The bear found himself somewhat proud of the experience - not only had it felt nice for him, not only had it felt nice for his partner... but he was apparently good enough at kissing to make a guy cum his pants!
Well, this guy, at least, and right now 'this guy' was the only thing that mattered to Ed.
"A-ah! Careful!" Christopher hissed, as the bear's tongue ranged onto the three inches of pink poking out of his sheath. "It gets really sensitive after... Like, really really bad..."
Chastened, the bear nosed gingerly at the pink stick of flesh, and looked up, giving a long, gentle lick along the underside.
Christopher grimaced.
Being very careful, the bear slid his mouth up, and slowly worked his tongue around the dog's small, pointy cockhead.
Christopher gritted his teeth.
Moving in a slothlike manner, the bear delicately took the dog's penis in his jaws, and oh-so-softly wrapped his mouth around it.
Christopher tensed, and sucked in air a bit through his teeth, as the bear finished cleaning him up with some soft in-mouth tongue movements... and then relaxed a little bit. "Mmmh. Just... hold it like that..."
"Hmm?" The 'm' vibrated his dick uncomfortably.
"Don't move your tongue around, just... hold it in your mouth for a bit..." Christopher said, tensing, and then relaxing again.
Ed complied, placidly keeping the end of the dog's mostly-flaccid pecker in his mouth, nose pressing against the opening of the dog's sheath. He looked up at the canine, who slowly relaxed, leaning back.
A smile worked its way onto Christopher's face; his eyes were closed. "Feels good..." he murmured. "Your mouth's so warm... feels nice..."
That made Ed smile as well, around the tool he was carefully holding between his jaws, cupping his tongue around its underside. It'd be nice to give the guy a blowjob. Eventually, at least; Christopher clearly wasn't up for seconds just yet. But that was all right with Ed.
"Okay... You can take it out..." Christopher said warily. "...just be gentle..."
The bear was exceedingly so, trying not to drive away the nice feeling he'd given his partner, and a small smile left on the dog's face when he was done told him he'd been successful.
The canine was mostly clean, now, his male bits damp with saliva instead of ejaculate. Ed still had one thing he wanted to take care of, though. He snuffled his way up under the dog's balls, licking at the sticky patch on the great dane's tail, and Christopher squirmed a little.
Then he got a tongue under the tail. "Aaah... Nnn, Ed..."
"Like this?" Ed remarked, lapping at that region behind Christopher's ballsack whose name he could never remember. Something witty and vulgar.
"Yeah..." Christopher whined. "Most guys won't even do this for me..." He looked at the bear a little anxiously when his partner stuck his nose up. "I should still be clean, I haven't showered since this morning, but I haven't..."
"You're fine," Ed reassured, with a little grin - the dog was so anxious to satisfy. "Kinda musky, but in a good way." He nosed back and resumed softly licking the dog's tailhole, and Christopher resumed making little happy noises.
Eventually, the bear pronounced his companion cleaned-up, and drew back, licking his muzzle a little. Christopher looked up at him apprehensively, relaxing his pose a bit.
"Now we can go to the bedroom," the bear muttered with a chuckle. "If you want, that is."
Christopher smiled. "Yeah, I want. I haven't done anything for you yet. Ought to... return the favor, right?"
"If you want." Ed grinned, and scratched his ear a little.
"On the other paw, you've gotten your paws and mouth all over me, right? Bout time you returned that favor, isn't it? Heheh."
"Well, now, are you saying you want to get your paws all over me?" the bear said coyly.
"Haha." The dane was blushing, but grinning. "I'm not... *not* saying that... Big stud like you..." He gripped the bear's waist and pulled himself up, so they were kneeling on the couch, facing each other. A naked dog and a bear in a hoodie and sweatpants.
"Oh, golly..." Ed whispered, nuzzling against the taller dog's cheek. "You're quite the charmer, you are..."
"Heheh..." Christopher nuzzled back. "I wanna... I wanna touch you. I wanna make you feel good. You make me feel so good..."
The bear panted, his mouth open slightly, gingerly meeting the dog's, breaking away again before more than a semblance of a kiss had formed. Christopher's paws were worming up under his hoodie, finding rough, spiky fur and a firm, solid build.
"Let's go to your room..." the canine breathed, eyes slitted.
"Don't have to tell me twice," Ed mumbled, after a moment, before managing to draw himself away from the dog's intoxicating presence. He stood.
Christopher sat there, shyly, his pink cock sticking halfway out of his sheath, partway hard again. He looked up at the bear, and then stood hesitantly. Were they just going to walk there, or what?
"You're so damn hot..." Ed rumbled, closing the distance between them, and abruptly answering the question. His arms wrapped around the dog, and his nose crashed into the dog's once more, tongues meeting and embracing. They were just the right heights, that when Christopher looked down and Ed looked up, they could kiss without any neck-straining or tiptoe-standing.
The tall dog took a staggering step backward, and then another, paws working up under the bear's hoodie again. Ed guided him, holding him to keep him from falling, should he trip, and pressed forward. At the doorway to his room, he paused to work himself out of his hoodie; the canine was still a little too shy to quite get it off. Halfway into the dark room, Christopher managed to get the drawstring of his pants untied, and then they were abruptly looser, and Ed had to hold them up with a paw, until he could get the dog backed up to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, he stripped them off, reluctantly drawing away from the canine's face so he didn't head-butt the guy by accident while balancing on one leg.
As soon as he'd tossed his pants aside, though, the dog was reaching out, paws gripping the bear's hips as his eyes bored into Ed's fairly plain white boxer-briefs. The front of these stuck out in a curving peak, ending in a rounded point and beginning (between his legs) in a large, faintly divided bulge.
The two of them were breathing roughly, both watching as Christopher's paws meandered and moseyed their way across the bear's front shyly. The canine licked his nose, trying to work up the courage to just grab the bear's dick.
"It's okay..." Ed rumbled, standing still and giving him the chance. Christopher looked up at him, and got a little smile of encouragement.
Ed shivered and tweaked his hips. The soft pressure of a gentle paw met, and then enclosed his upper shaft. A surge of sensation burst out of the contact, a million tiny nerve endings firing like spring-loaded traps.
"Ohfeelsgood..." he breathed, as the dog gingerly rubbed with his thumb, glancing up to see the bear with eyes closed and mouth hanging slightly open. The tip of that peak in his underwear was marked by a small spot.
The bear stood still and leaned into this tentative cock-massage, a nice little bit of foreplay in his opinion. The first few touches and squeezes always felt so good, after a prolonged period of excitement with little attention. As though his dick was shouting, 'Yay! About time!'
He felt a blunt contact toward the end of his tool, a rub over his cockhead. Christopher seemed to have grown bold enough to bring his other paw into the equation... and then, to Ed's surprise, he felt a thumb slide under his waistband, well away from that, and a sudden burst of cold air. Blearily, he opened his eyes partway, and watched as the dog's dark brown nose rubbed against the glistening end of his dick.
Ed shivered. "Chris?"
The dog looked up, suddenly shy and hesitant once more. "I... I wanna give you a blowjob..." he said, embarrassed. "Um... can I?"
The bear swallowed. "A-absolutely! Uh, you, you go right ahead!" He watched as Christopher nosed up to his dick again, and then gave the rounded, flared head a tentative lick that made its recipient shiver all over.
Christopher seemed to know what he was doing on this front, because it only took a few more licks before he had the curved end of the bear's penis in his muzzle, and Ed was moaning quietly under the caress of his tongue and lips. "G-gee... Usually I have to ask guys to suck me off.. not the other way around..." he rumbled, his big paws sliding up Christopher's neck to those nice floppy ears. He felt the great dane smile a little around his tool, before he slid down further. "Unnnnhhhh... Oh, wow, you're good at this..." Ed gulped. "Keep... keep licking the end like that, yeah, like that... sssshit..."
The bear's breath caught in his throat as the dog slid a little more, four inches of Ed's six now disappeared into his maw. The canine's long tongue curled and swirled and lapped and slurped, his paws curled around the bear's thick sheath and tight ballsack, holding, gripping, supporting...
"A-aa-aaahhh..." Ed groaned, as Christopher's lips slid the last little bit and kissed his sheath. The bear's cockhead was way back in his throat now, the dog's hot, wet mouth encasing his entire shaft. His broad tongue curled around the sensitive underside, sliding back and forth, ranging onto the sides, squirming and licking teasingly. Christopher wasn't very aggressive or fast-paced; he was attentive, and dedicated. He was trying so darn hard, suppressing his gag reflex, licking and sucking and squeezing and swallowing, ears set back and eyes closed tight. It was the cutest thing Ed's pleasure-fogged gaze had ever seen... and it felt amazing.
"Oh, Chrissss..." he murmured, pawing at the back of the great dane's head, pressing his hips forward. Ears felt good in his paws, even, as he stroked and played with them. "A-ah! Chris..."
The dog's nose was buried in his pubic fur, now, lips mashed against his sheath, which was bunched up, pressed back by the pressure exerted on it. Christopher put his whole mouth into the act, each suck drawing back from his lips, to his cheeks and tongue, back to the squeeze of his throat as he swallowed precum. Ed could feel his teeth on either side of his shaft, but Christopher was so careful to keep his lips folded over the sharp tips so they didn't scrape. Every action of his was deliberate, cautious, and had a brutal impact on the bear he was fellating.
Christopher's paws held onto Ed's hips, and eventually slid back and ranged onto his rear; the bear shifted as he felt the great dane stroking his butt. That felt good. He tried to lean back into the ass massage while simultaneously leaning forward into the blowjob; it didn't go too well.
"Nnngh... I'm not gonna last much longer..." the bear moaned. "You should... you should stop, so I can..."
Christopher shook his head frantically, pressing his nose even more firmly into the bear's groin. His arms wrapped around Ed's hips, grabbing ahold of his butt and holding him close.
"Aaaah... Chris... you don't have to... you don't have to swallow..." Ed whined, tugging back on the dog's head a little, ineffectually. "Youdon't... haveto... shit..."
The great dane redoubled his sucking, tongue licking up the bear's rock-hard cock in long, maddening strokes. It was too much. The bear couldn't hold it.
"Sssh... shit... Shit!" Ed's face screwed up in a contortion of ecstasy; he clung to the dog's head and his dick strained under the assault of tongue it was subject to.
Christopher felt the bear's penis begin to twitch rhythmically in his mouth. Ed was quiet, his breath hissing in and out through his clenched teeth. His entire body was tense, strained; his legs splayed slightly, his arms gripping the dog's head, his underwear around his thighs. Christopher just focused on sucking, and licking. And swallowing.
It was almost... a weird experience. But a good one. The other guy just standing there, ejaculating into his mouth, and Christopher swallowing it even as it came out. Slurping it up, gulping it down. Weird. But good. Definitely good. Didn't taste so great, but Christopher didn't mind that. The faster he swallowed, the less he had to taste it. When Ed's squirting became a trickle, he still swallowed, when it lessened to mere drops, he sucked those down too. He drank every last bit of that guy's cum, until Ed was gasping, standing ridigly, his dick starting to go soft in Christopher's mouth.
The great dane opened his eyes and looked up at his partner, a little shyly.
Ed blinked down at him, panting. It took him a few moments to find words. "Holy... holy shit..." he managed.
Gently, the canine drew his head back off Ed's now softening penis, licking it off carefully as he went, before licking his muzzle as well. Ed's dick flopped down to hang from the end of his sheath, shrinking back toward it slowly. The bear relaxed his tense pose over several seconds, shifting his weight and withdrawing his paws from the dane's head.
"That was... really good..." he murmured, scratching his chest, and finally shedding his underwear fully.
"Thanks for letting me swallow..." the dog said quietly. Ed chuckled a little.
"Well, gee, I didn't think you'd want to. I wasn't gonna make you if you didn't want to..." Tiredly, the bear sat down next to his partner on the side of he bed.
"I wanted you to... cum in my mouth..." Christopher mumbled. "I wanted to feel that. It felt nice."
"Heh, I guess you could say it felt 'nice' for me, too..." Ed rumbled. "Shit. You can do that whenever you want, as far as I'm concerned."
"Heheh." Christopher crossed his paws on his knees. "You wanna... um... hold me again?"
Ed looked at him and smiled. "'Course." He stuck a paw around the naked dog's torso, pulling him close; the great dane snuggled up to him with a happy sigh.
"So now what?" Christopher asked, pawing at his chest.
Ed rumbled. "Well, I'm about ready to just curl up with you and go to sleep, after that blowjob bein' so good." He grinned. "Unless you're ready for round two over here."
The dog made a face. "Still kinda sensitive... Sorry we didn't get to... you know, do the tail thing."
"Buttsex," Ed murmured, astutely.
Christopher blushed a little. "Yeah, that one."
The bear shrugged. "I enjoyed it just fine without that, to be honest."
The great dane smiled. "Me too. That was real nice."
"Heh, good." Ed nuzzled him and gave him a little kiss on the nose. "We can try 'the tail thing' later, I'm sure. Well, if you want to... do this again later."
"I think that'd be nice, yeah," Christopher replied. "I think I like Guy Time."
The bear chuckled at that, and got to his feet, padding out into the living room to tidy up a couple things and put the pizzas in the fridge.
"I guess we have work in the morning..." Christopher sighed, when he came back.
"Yup..." Ed sighed. "I can drop you by your place so you can get ready."
"All I really need are work clothes," the dog said. "And I guess my underwear are all crusty now... But, I mean, I can take a shower here and stuff... If that's okay..."
Ed smiled. "Fine with me." He pulled down the blanket and climbed into bed. "Lunch again tomorrow?"
"Sure. Let's do that nice sandwich place in the market again, that was great." The great dane slid up next to him, bare fur meeting between sheets. There were soft breaths, and the gentle sound of mouths coming to meet in an unexpected embrace.
After a moment, the bear's voice sounded again, rough and deep. "Um... Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't... I don't like being big spoon. So, will you... hold me, now?"
There was a moment of silence, before the dog reached out wordlessly, his paws sliding around Ed's shoulders. The bear rolled, then, folding his arms up, and fitting his body back against the canine behind him. Christopher's muzzle slid against his neck, and the dog breathed out softly. "'Course I will..." he murmured. Ed rumbled happily, almost purring as he squirmed closer to his bedmate; their legs intertwined and the great dane found himself smiling, from the sheer intimacy of it all. Dog fur and bear fur, brought into warm and sensuous contact, with nothing else to get in the way.
As they settled into comfortable positions, Christopher tightened his hold a little and sighed. He wasn't sure yet what would come next, but for right now... this was how he wanted it.
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Ah, characterization. Lotsa fun.
I... confess this one rather strokes a particular fetish of mine, which was of course why I wanted to write it. \*meep\* I kinda like guys who are a bit on the sensitive side, to the point that they're either kind of quick in bed or get so excited that they jizz in their pants. I was probably the only guy who heard that song and thought "Hey, you know, that's kinda hot..."
I don't think the matter deserves the somewhat shameful cast it has in modern culture anyway. You can have lots of fun with someone no matter how long they take to cum, it's all in how you approach it and what you do together.
Heh, Valanx here with your usual doseage of porn and philosophical musing. Righto, see you guys friday for FA.
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A Tale of Two Brothers by Doctor Otter
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#10 of Tail Underground - During the Legend of Myer Brande and Miles Fiherick, there has been one main question that many have asked, "Who were the two Kits that were living on the orchard with the two and what was their fate?" This story will answer that question. The kits were two orphans in which
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"Fantasy",
"Fox",
"No-Yiff"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51792-a-tale-of-two-brothers
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During the Legend of Myer Brande and Miles Fiherick, there has been one main question that many have asked, "Who were the two Kits that were living on the orchard with the two and what was their fate?" This story will answer that question. The kits were two orphans in which had found their way to the orchard, Myer and Miles had named the two Silas and Vergil. The family lived a happy life for 5 years together until the day Jules Brande, Myer's father decided to take that away from the young two and killed both Myer and Miles. The two boys were picked up by Jules and wisked away to their new home, where they lived till the ripe age of 18. The two then were given a choice in which to train and hone their skills in battle. Vergil, the silent one chose to train in Han-ma under the draconic barajuitsu master Meng. Silas trained with a local group of Paladins in which he nearly lost his life in one of his training sessions. Having been visited by Crescent Moon himself and being told the truths of his existance, he dedicated his life to trying to change Arca's mind on Tail Raising in Arca. The two trained for several more years and eventually mastering the respected styles at the age of 48, young concidering the average life expectancy in Arca is 120 years of age. Both sons returned to find their beloved father was murdered, with Vergil finding the corpse first. Silas forever blamed the murder on his father, claiming that Vergil knew something about their past that Silas had long forgotten due to his near death experience. Little did Silas know, but Vergil had seen the truth, years prior, in one of his meditation sessions, Vergil had a vision. He envisioned the death of the two young men who raised them for five years, the happiness, then followed by sorrow as their father brutily killed the two men. Vergil from that point forward never called himself a Brande from that day forward. This is the story of how the two got over their differences, discovered the truth, and worked together in order to defeat a common enemy.
The young Iaijutsu master stood in front of the tavern in which he knew his brother normally stayed at. He himself had frequented this inn and knew someday he'd have to face his brother someday. He held his katana in his hand and closed his eyes, gently brushing his hair back gently as he slowly walked into the bar. His article of clothing obviously fit into the area, wearing a fine red coat with blood red clothe pants tucked into black boots, and wearing a white button up shirt, he had his white hair pulled back into a ponytail similarly to the way Han-Manese would wear it, the ultimate mix of western and eastern styles. His eyes would scan the bar and would find familiar faces, the Panda bellhop, the snowfox tender, the cross dressing ram. He saw them all before, but a new face showed up that he hadn't seen since the death of their father. He was clad in a pure white armor with gold trimmings, his red hair flowed softly over his back with a pair of bangs over his eyes as he enjoyed his meal. The Iaijutsu master's eyes narrowed as he saw this figure. He would recognize this man as Silas, the man who claims he killed their father five years ago. He had vowed to not only find who truely killed their adoptive father, but release the truth to Silas so he could see the father he truely was, cruel and brutal, killing their original adoptive parents so long ago. The fox said nothing but walked over to his brother's table and sat down silently. As soon as Silas recognized who it was, he reached for the sword on his back, only to be met with the sheithed Katana on the young fox's arm, causing him to stop.
"Hold brother... I'm not here to fight... this is neutral ground and I merely want to talk," Vergil would say as Silas lowered his hand from the sword.
Silas looked at him wearily and sneered, "Why would I listen to you murderer? after you killled our Father so long ago?" he said angrily.
Vergil looked to him with no emotion and leaned forward, placing his katana on table, "You're eyes were always closed to your stupid optimism," he said calmly, "And how dare you call that man our father, haven't you realized by now he's not our Biological father."
Silas looked to his brother and blinked, "What do you mean Vergil?"
Vergil shook his head softly and then looked to him, "Have you not noticed the color of his fur clashed with ours? ours being red and his Grey?" he said softly.
Silas stood up and narrowed his eyes at his brother, "That's not true Vergil, what makes you think our mother wasn't a red fox?!" he said angrily.
Vergil looked up to him, not moving, "Have you ever heard Father say anything about us having a mother... remember how we'd ask about her and he would never tell us... he gave us half truths and lies... saying 'she's up with ellysia now' but he would never describe what she looked like or how she acted?"
Silas growled loudly and pulled Vergil by his shirt, "YOU TAKE THAT BACK MURDERER!!!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Vergil sighed gently and shook his head, "You always did have the worst temper Silas..." and with that, Vergil grabbed Silas' arm gently and pulled it off of his shirt, looking angrily at him, "Silas... our father, the man who claimed to be our father... he isn't what he seemed to be, he killed the original two people who were our parents..." he said as he released Silas' arm.
Silas stared at Vergil for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise, then his surprise turned to anger, "liar.... you are SUCH A LIAR VERGIL!!!!!" and with that, Silas quickly drew his sword to take a quick swipe.
Vergil quickly kicked the bottom of the table, causing his Katana to jump up as he quickly grabbed it and block Silas' attack with ease, keeping his cool and even temper.
"Silas..." Vergil began as he looked around, noticing everyone was staring at the two, he looked back to him, "You're causing a scene Silas... I'd suggest..."
Before Vergil could finish, Silas quickly pulled his sword away for another attack, "SHUT UP!!!!!!!!" Vergil sighed gently and quickly blocked the attack, causing Silas to loose his footing and stumble towards the door.
As he finally got his footing again, Vergil rammed his shoulder into Silas, causing him to tumble out of the Tavern as Vergil said, "If you're gonna cause a Scene... then we might as well take it OUTSIDE!!!!!!"
Outside, Silas slowly got to his feet and looked back as the young batajuitsu master walked out of the bar gently as he poped his neck gently, standing ready, "Honestly Silas... you know you always try to get the better of me but you know you can't beat me Silas..."
Silas quickly made another swipe as Vergil suddenly blocked again with his sheith, and in one quick movement, Vergil unsheithed his blade and held it to his own brother's neck, narrowing his eyes at him, "I didn't kill father... if I did, I wouldn't have come up to you peacefully... I would have killed you five years ago when you returned home Silas..."
Silas shook his head, "You're a Goddamned liar Vergil, and you always were!" Vergil then began loosing his cool as suddenly Vergil punched his brother square in the jaw, causing his brother to fall over on the ground.
"You want to fight Silas... ALRIGHT!!!! we'll fight for keeps My life for yours!" he yelled at his brother.
Before Silas could even get back up, Vergil then kicked Silas in the ribcage leaving a dent in his armor and breaking some bones. Silas stared at his young brother with awe, "Where... where'd you learn that?" he asked.
Vergil looked down to his helpless brother and narrowed his eyes, "Being trained in Han-Ma I was given a choice of what element to master as a Chi Manipulator and I chose Earth... Augmenting my strength and Stamina by TEN FOLDS!!!! now you see you cannot win Brother... what do you do now? Are you gonna continue this fight?! OR AM I GONNA HAVE TO KILL YOU!!!!!"
As he screamed that, Vergil sat on top of him and began a decent of the blade to his brother's face, coming within inches of piercing his eye, staring angrily at his brother. Suddenly, he heard a click from behind him as he eyed the figure to his side, narrowing his eyes. Sure enough, it was the tender, Vergil senced he was no mere Tender, there was something about him that was out of place, now it made sence as the snow fox held the gunblade to the fox's head.
"I think that's enough sir... make another move and I will blow your brains away..." he said calmly.
Vergil looked annoyingly to the snow fox and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, "This concerns you not tender.... this is between me and my beloved brother..." he said softly.
The tender then clicked the gun part of his weapon readily as he held steady, "I'm not telling you this again... let him up Vergil... don't make me have to take another life..." said the tender.
Vergil slowly stood up, with the tender still aiming for the young master's head, as the fox looked over the tender and his weapon. "Orichalcum... I won't be able to break it... but... " suddenly, with a flash of movement, Vergil quickly twisted the Tender's arm and made him drop the weapon, "There are other ways to disarm an opponent..."
After disarming the snow fox, he kicked the weapon out of the way and turned around, to be met with a blade swipe aiming for his juggular, and barely able to block it at the last second. Silas stood in front of his brother, growling loudly and audiably as he tried desperately to dive that blade into his brother's neck.
"Damn you Vergil! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!!!" he screamed.
Vergil growled and pushed him back to the ground and slowly replaced his weapon into his sheith, growling loudly, "you want a chance to kill me?! Fine... I'll give you one chance... meet me in the Arcan Forest later tonight... No armor, no magic, just swords in a Han-Ma style duel..." With that Vergil growled softly as he began walking away.
As Vergil disappeared from sight, the young snowfox walked over to the injured fox on the ground, "Are you alright sir? nothing broken is there?" he asked.
Silas looked to the young fox and nodded gently, "I... I broke my ribs... but... I..." He began to stand up but fell back down the the ground. The young snowfox gently picked up the middle aged fox and carried him inside over his shoulder.
Inside he brought the young fox to his room as he gently lays him down on the bed and began his special ability of healing, knowing full well there's no way around the confrontations later tonight.
"So," began Ian as his glowing hands would mend the young fox's ribcage slowly yet surely, "What is the start of all this?" he asked.
Silas sighed gently and shook his head, "it's too long of a story but the just of it is, that man killed our father, the only man who ever raised us as his own son, he claims though that he killed our original parents." he said softly.
The snowfox gently looked down to Silas and smiled, "Who was your father..." Silas looked to the tender, "Jules... Jules Brande... the Grande Duke."
The snowfox looked down in utter shock, remembering everything from the past life at this point, Suddenly feeling a shock of pain through his right hand, pulling it away and favoring it. The name gave him chills up and down his spine, This was his boy... in the previous life this was his son Silas.
"S... Silas?!" he asked as he looked to the young fox.
Silas gently looked up, as if surprised at the very mentioning of his name, not knowing the tender knew his name, "You... you know my name?" he asked confused.
"Silas... you had two fathers before Jules, one was Myer Brande... the other was Miles Fiehrick... Silas... My soul is your original father... Myer."
he said gently. Silas looked up to him almost in shock, he thought a moment, trying to place the name. "Myer? F... father?!" he said as he gently held onto the young Snowfox.
Ian smiled softly and closed his eye, "There there Silas... it's ok..." he said softly.
"So... so what he said was true? Jules did kill our original parents," Silas said solemnly.
Ian nodded gently, "Unfortunately yes... He did kill both myself and your other father Miles in the previous life."
Silas nodded softly and slowly got up, now fully patched up and ready to train some, "Which gives Vergil a reason to kill our father, which gives me more reason to kill Vergil... I need to do this father... I know you don't like death, but this is how it should be..." he said calmly. Ian nodded for he knew the truth, this would have to end the Feud once and for all.
Later that evening, Vergil stood deep within the woods of Arca, sighing gently as he entered his state of meditation, he saw the outcome of the battle, there was to be an interloper in the battle, and he knew this person was to be the death of both Silas and himself. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him as he turned around to see his brother standing with merely a white shirt and a normal pair of pants.
"Good, you made it... it's time for us to end this once and for all Silas..." he said calmly. Little did Vergil know, but the young Snowfox had followed him, staring as if he had found a long lost son.
"V... Vergil?!" Ian said softly. Vergil looked to Ian and smiled softly, "you've no need to explain yourself Father... I knew it was you from the beginning, Han-Ma has opened my eyes to the truth of this world." he said.
Silas picked up his sword and pointed to his brother, "ENOUGH VERGIL!!!, how does this dual of yours work?!"
Vergil looked annoyed to his brother and growled, "We both walk about 30 paces each, seperating us at a total of 60 paces, we charge at full speed and we get one attack and who ever is left standing is the victor... Are you ready Silas?" he asked gently, staring blankly into his eyes. Silas nodded and thus began the Dual.
The two stood 60 paces away as promised in the rules of the dual. Vergeil slowly pulled his Katana out slowly and placed the sheith over to the side, looking intently towards his brother, "Ian... you give us the signal to start running..." he said as he gently stood ready for his attack, as Silas clenched his sword tightly in his paw.
Ian slowly looked to his two sons, sighing heavily and gently nodding, giving the two the signal to start. Both men started their dash towards each other at full speed, both warriors holding their blades to their sides as they ran. The anticipation builds as the two slowly closed in on each other. Suddenly, in a flash of light that reflected the moon's light off of both blades, the both took a swing and stopped abruptly after the attack, holding their possitions after the attack. Ian stood watching this and looked desperately at both blades, praying they didn't get hurt. Sure enough, his fears were realized when he noticed both blades drew blood. Both warriors panted heavily as they suddenly dropped their weapons and fell to the ground.
"SILAS!!!!! VERGIL!!!!!" screamed Ian as he ran over to the two men, only to be met by a Rat standing from behind a tree and walking over to the two bodies, dressed in black clothes, smiling evily.
"Well Well Well... if it isn't Ian Soulfox... I didn't expect you to be here... but all the better..." he said as he pulled up a small gun and held it out in Ian's Direction.
"Who The hell Are you?!" Ian screamed loudly as he backed off.
The rat smirked a bit, "Oh... I'm sorry. allow me to introduce myself, I am Balthazar Antioch, and I was once a mere servant of that horrible Brande family. I'm glad to be finally rid of the two..." he said softly, walking over to the young snow fox.
Ian looked to the Rat and narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?" he asked angrily.
Balthazar smiled softly and looked to the snowfox, "You see Ian... I was the number two man around here with Jules still alive, and with both of his boys alive, they would be the next Grande Duke... and with your head on a Silver platter, King Arca would enjoy not having the Tail Underground and welcome me as the new Grande Duke." he said deviously.
Ian shook his head, "You'll never get away with this Balthazar..." he said softly.
Balthazar smiled, "Want to make a wager on that Sir Ian?" he said mockingly as he slowly began to pull the trigger. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the came a swipe of a blade from Belthasar's side, taking off the hand armed with the gun. "MY HAND!!!!" Screamed the Frantic Rat only to find two blades at his neck, one of western origin, the other eastern.
"I do believe that's enough evidence to prove I'm innocent brother..." Vergil Said gently as Silas smiled.
"I guess so Vergil, I'm sorry." he said gently.
Ian stared as the two had gotten back up from their supposed fatal injuries, "Vergil? Silas?! what's going on here!" said Ian.
Vergil looked to Ian and smiled softly, "It's simple, I knew there was someone else out here tonight, and I expected he would show himself if we were attacked. I was able to block the blade just enough so it looked like both of us took a serious injury, when in truth we just got scratched... afterwards, I directed Silas' attention to this man here... and thus he knew what to do from there."
Ian smiled softly and looked to Vergil, "My you've grown to be quite the clever young man... but I think we should turn in Balthazar to the proper authorities."
he said softly. Vergil slowly picked up his sheith and placed his sword back into it gently, "I leave that to you... Silas, you don't mind taking father's place as Grande Duke do you? being royalty is not my style..." he said. Silas stared at his brother as he nodded softly, not truely knowing what exactly he was getting at, but even before he could say anything in protest, his brother suddenly disappeared into the night, leaving him as the new Grande Duke of Arca.
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A Scent for Silver by theonehowl
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A Scent for Silver by theonehowl :::Commission for SilverNight off FA. Check out my FA page and look into the Free commission info on my journal. :) ::: :::Comments and Votes are \<3'ed::: Silver was trying to gain some bit of fresh air, but the room was so small and stuffy that both their bodies
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"Hypnosis",
"M/M",
"Mind Control",
"Musk",
"Rabbit",
"Sweat",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97910-a-scent-for-silver
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A Scent for Silver by theonehowl
:::Commission for SilverNight off FA. Check out my FA page and look into the Free commission info on my journal. :) :::
:::Comments and Votes are \<3'ed:::
Silver was trying to gain some bit of fresh air, but the room was so small and stuffy that both their bodies made the sports closet into a furnace of lust. Not to mention the smell of the white hare above him called to him like nothing else. Adam's lithe body was topping the smaller gray wolf. He was apart of the college track team. So his body had lines of muscular detail and drenched fur covering each of those attractive parts of his body. Silver couldn't fight back against the hare's aggressive actions, even if he wanted to that is.
That very moment, in his right mind he would be in class like a good wolf, but something happened. Something was going very wrong at the moment. He was here.. with the gorgeous hare above him. His shoes were being taken off by the forceful white rabbit.
"You don't need these anymore." After Adam said that, Silver understood he didn't need his orange and white sneakers anymore. "These can go too..." His pants were pulled off next, and Silver lifted his hips to help the hare pull them off since those could go too. "I really like this shirt." Adam was referring to Silver's blue shirt that said "Growing old is mandatory, growing up...optional".
"It...it's my... favorite..." He managed to say in between the heavy breathing. The heat had taken the wolf over, and his erection was full and needy before the pants even came off.
"Is that so? Hmm, well, I bet you'd love it if you got the best fuck of your life while wearing it. You can smell me in it whenever you wear it." Silver moaned thinking about that scent. It was the center of his universe. It was why he had trouble remembering how he got into the sports closet with the beautiful hare who had the most sinister and hottest plans in store for him. It was the only reason he would miss class which was so very important to him.
Silver suddenly felt his neck get a hard, rough tug from the chain collar around it. Adam lifted the wolf's head by that chain, padlock in his paw's grip and grinning at him with a sinister smile. "I also like this. If you're a good boy and give me a fun ride, I'll get a leash to take you for walks around the campus later on." The words sinking into his melted mind made him hump the air, hoping desperately to rub up against the hare gratefully. He was so gone. His eyes had lost their light a while ago. The wolf's tongue hung out as soon as his dick began hanging out of it's sheath.
"I think you're ready," Adam said as he let go of the collar and caressed the wolf's chest fur. Silver was only wearing his chain collar with the padlock, favorite blue shirt, and white socks. His pre had matted all the fur in his lap, and the wolf was panting for breath as the room was swirling with powerful heat and the most powerful scent coming from the hare. Silver vaguely remembered how he got here.
"Oh man... I only got thirty minutes before the class," Silver said with desperate anxiety. "It will be a miracle if I get this thing done." His paws were clicking away on the keyboard as he sat in the lab alone. It wasn't very busy in the evenings at the campus on Friday. Mostly the sports teams were out there. Silver thought he could wait to write his essay before class in peace, and he wouldn't have to worry about distractions from other students.
At that moment, a hare stepped through the door. His fur was pure white, and his body was lined with muscle. His red tank top and blue striped shorts were quite soaked with sweat. Silver could tell since the scent had wafted in as soon as the rabbit opened the door. His own curiosity put a pause on his typing to look to see who it was. The wolf's ears leaned back a little.
It was Adam. He was leader of the Running team. Probably the biggest jock, and hottest, hero on campus.
A fingerless-gloved paw pulled back a chair next to Silver, and Adam took a seat there.
"How's it goin'?" the rabbit acknowledged the wolf with a smile.
"..hi.." Silver said quickly and went back to his work, realizing that he probably was staring. His tail curled behind him shyly. The work he was doing was very important. He needed to pass class or it would end up in tragedy. The wolf continued typing, but his nose had caught that scent in the air. It became more pungent as the hare sat right next to him.
Silver could tell out of the corner of his eye that Adam turned on a music player, the visualization playing as well. Colors frantically splattered the screen and convulsed with chaotic rhythm. The wolf never heard the music, though. The rabbit simply leaned back in the seat and put his arms behind his head. He couldn't figure out why he was so curious about Adam-
The next sniff Silver's nose made brought him to a stop in his typing. Like a light switch, his eyes opened in surprise. His nose sniffed, testing the sudden smell that interrupted all his senses. The wolf's mind wasn't sure what to make of such... strength in a smell. Addictive was the only word he could come up with. His nose still didn't stop sniffing.
Silver's head felt light. He blamed it on the constant inhaling that his nose persisted in doing, almost of it's own accord. The scent was interfering with all his thoughts, and he tried shaking his head to concentrate but to no avail.
"This is my favorite part, look at this," Adam spoke to Silver so casually. The wolf, already hard of thinking, didn't think twice before leaning to see what was so interesting. The computer monitor mixed dozens of colors into a swirling vortex. The smell was even stronger as he leaned closer to the hare too. Silver didn't think that smell could get stronger, but now he didn't feel like moving. His tail swayed back and forth behind him now.
Silver didn't know how long he had stared at the monitor. He didn't even care if the rabbit could tell he was totally sucking in the musky aroma. It just felt good to watch the colors swirl and breathe in that heady odor. It felt like his vision had been sucked in, and the rest of reality that he had been living it was taken with it. The paw that pressed his head to lay on something wet and firm didn't register in Silver's mind. The only thing he knew were those colors, and some sound in the background that he understood to be words of some kind. Was that paw petting him? His tail wagged lazily anyways.
Nothing was really important. He already knew what was important, and that was the powerful scent and the screen in front of him. The wolf let his head lie like that for a while. His mind understood new things. Adam wasn't just the leader of the track team but leader of most of the campus. Adam was Silver's leader. He was there to take the wolf and show him what he needed to know, to guide him. The wolf certainly felt lost at that moment. Then Silver understood that it was time for a more firmer conditioning.
He watched the colors, but he felt his head in a distant realm far away from where his mind stayed... he felt it sliding downward. Objectively, he knew that a white paw was lifting up the him of Adam's shorts, but those colors were still there, swirling and entrapping his senses. Silver's muzzle slipped beneath the him of those wet shorts. Then, as instructed, he closed his eyes. The next thing that happened was amazing. His nose and tongue took a whole new set of sensation in, and they conquered the remaining bits of Silver's conscious and unconscious mind. His world faded away... slowly being pushed underneath the dominant forces that lied in Adam's pants.
That was the last thing Silver could remember before opening his eyes in awareness, not the awareness that left him in control of his own body, though. The wolf simply understood what happened around him at that point. He could understand that Master was lifting his legs up for his new purpose. His will was to now guide him to please Master the best he could. With this, he willed himself to be a very good pet so that Master would get him a leash for his collar.
The hare was pressing the tip of his thick shaft against Silver's tailhole. The sensation and anticipation made the wolf's toes curl inside their socks. His tongue hung out as he panted with the heat. That scent was in the room too. He missed it's taste, but it felt good to still smell it. He also was joyed to know the rabbit was sweating droplets onto his favorite shirt.
Then he felt that hardness fill him, pressing past his rear hole without concern. Another line of pre emerged from Silver's canid tip. His lap and balls had soaked up all the excess fluid that had been a constant consequence from all the hare's attention. The wolf could have cum any minute now, but didn't out of pure loyalty to his master.
Adam was humping all eight inches of his length into the tight wolf under him. His lean body extended over the shorter male, who panted in wonderful bliss.
"Oh yea! You got a tight hole, dog! Mmm, didn't think a mutt like you would actually feel this good!" A trickle of sweat wavered at Adam's chin with his powerful thrusts, and then fell down into the wolf's maw. "I mostly-oh-...wanted to dom' a predator... and it feels good to have such a dangerous creature...Ahh! ... at the paws of a rabbit like me, but..." Silver was only smiling with a doggy grin, his tongue lying limp at the corner of his mouth... quick breath flooding out as his nose breathed in. "OH..shit..too good! Ahhnn..." Silver let out a howl as his cock couldn't hold back for his master's command. The sudden burst of warmth that flooded the insides of his rear were matched by the warmth pouring down on his stomach.
Both of them were panting hard as the wolf's tail swung back and forth in glee. After a few moments passed, the hare took hold of the wolf's collar and stared down at him in prideful happiness. "Mmm... good boy... you're mine now, Silver Night."
:::Thanks for reading perverts! jk XP:::
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Feeling Sheepish by lonewolfsega
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Feeling Sheepish I had only just gone on sixteen years of age when I left on my first ever pokemon journey. Six years late I know but I had decided to stay behind and study up on my pokemon knowledge before taking that leap into the unknown, that and the fact that my mom always warned me about
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[
"Bestiality",
"M/F",
"M/M/F",
"Non-Anthro",
"Oral",
"Pokemon",
"Rape",
"mareep",
"pokemon trainer",
"sentret"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249721-feeling-sheepish
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Feeling Sheepish
I had only just gone on sixteen years of age when I left on my first ever pokemon journey. Six years late I know but I had decided to stay behind and study up on my pokemon knowledge before taking that leap into the unknown, that and the fact that my mom always warned me about strangers and the disappearance of young trainers just started their journeys.
After a hectic morning saying goodbye to my teary eyed mother who was pretty much my only family. I was ready to finally leave this accursed little quiet village. Not that it was really that bad of a place to live in but it was just so quiet and ordinary that I sometimes wished for a robbery or a mugging to take place just to spice things up.
So there I stood on a grassy hill my backpack slung over my shoulder, overlooking the entire natural beauty the johto region had to offer. The windswept fields and dirt roads were mine to tread as I pleased and thats just what I did. My long blond hair swayed in the midsummer breeze as I breathed in the rich country air.
I was wearing my favorite outfit, my tight black t shirt that clung to my already plentiful breasts and short little blue skirt that only came down to mid thigh. My striped white and blue knee high socks pulled off the look and I knew that I looked good.
The dirt road I now walked on was quiet and somewhat lonely. For my first pokemon journey I hadn't even seen a single one. This was my first challenge of my journey, catching a pokemon. It was how all trainers started their own but unluckily for me I would have to do this without the aid of a pokemon partner.
You're probably asking yourself why I didn't just go to professor Elm and get my first pokemon from him right? Well thats where things get complicated. Professor Elm has been out of town for months on end and rather than wait for god knows how long I decided to leave the nest and do this on my own.
My eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of a pokemon. It didn't take me too long to find one however, A lone sentret popped his brown furry little head out of the grass and within moments I was running towards it, my hair streaming behind me.
His long black ears perked up as it caught my scent and before I knew it, he was running towards the small forest on the edge of the field. I broke into a sprint, my long slender legs carrying me as fast as they could towards it. My part time hobby of cross country running really came in handy as I started to gain on the fast little fur ball. His long ring covered tail slipped under the welcoming shade of the forest just as I was starting to get into range to throw one of my pokeballs from my standard trainer utility belt at it.
I quickly followed him and soon enough I was surrounded by flora of all types. It quite literally stunned me at first. I stopped in my tracks, my bright blue eyes just taking in the sheer amount of trees, mushrooms and bushes that surrounded this area. It was the most wondrous sight I had ever seen. So much life and green bushery that I thought it would be the only color I would ever see from now on.
Then I spotted the little guy peeking out from behind a tree and my smirk returned to my face as the chase began once more. We dodged over roots and bushes as we ran never losing the sight of his bushy tail for an instant. It suddenly dawned on me that he should be able to run a lot faster than this after all sentret were known for their speed.
"Maybe he was just playing with me" I thought as he slowed down and I nearly got close enough to throw the red and white ball that I held tightly in my hand.
I suddenly burst out from the thick woods into a large clearing filled with short grass and flowers scattered all over the place. In the center of the clearing lay a smooth flat gray rock that seemed like it just fell out of the sky one day and landed in this clearing. Upon it sat the little sentret I had been chasing. His normally cute little face contorted into something so sinister that I nearly decided to just leave and find another pokemon, nearly.
"Hey there little guy" I cooed sweetly approaching the pokemon slowly with the cutest face I could muster. His response was just another evil smirk that still only deterred me in the slightest as I just crept closer to him, making cute little animal noises as I went.
I began to scratch behind the little guy's ears as I finally approached the smiling little puffball. I was really starting to think something was up by this point but I was so determined to catch this little guy that nothing was going to stop me or so I thought.
Out of nowhere a sudden surge of electricity struck me from behind and I fell face first on to the flat rock. I would have banged up my face pretty bad if the sentret hadn't grabbed my face and laid my head to rest on the rock slowly. I had been paralyzed there was no doubt about it, my limbs wouldn't move and there was all this electricity crackling along my body. The electricity must have shorted out my motor functions leaving me unable to move yet still able to breath and make soft bestial noises from my throat.
My body had fallen in such a way that my upper torso was laid stomach first upon the flat smooth rock and my ass and legs were at a perfect ninety degree angle to my upper body. It was then that I heard the footsteps from behind me, probably my unknown assailant. My mind raced with all the names of the pokemon I knew could use thunder wave but each time my mind just froze up as the fear began to seep into my mind, body and soul.
"What were they going to do to me?" I wondered struggling with all my might to move my body even the slightest bit but it didn't work and I lay there completely helpless.
A snuffling breath suddenly snapped me out of my panic stricken thoughts as the warm hot air blasted against my soft hairless thigh. Panic and overwhelming fear rose up in my chest and if I was able you could bet your sweet ass I would have gulped.
"It's going to eat me!" I thought frantically trying to will my body into moving with just my mind. Yet luck wasn't on my side today and I could feel the sniffing breath of a pokemon sneak further up my leg.
In my mind I was silently wishing to myself that someone or something would save me from being eaten alive in a small forest just barely having started my pokemon journey. At this rate I didn't care if it was Peter Pan or Arceus, I just needed saving.
The soft ticklish sensation was the first thing I noticed before my short pink skirt was pushed upwards and my blue riolumarked panties were put on full display for anyone to see. The muzzle of the pokemon nuzzled my cloth covered butt, his sniffing became deeper and longer as if smelling a rich aromatic rose.
Confusion began to fill my mind and before you ask, no I was not being attacked by a psychic pokemon. My mind raced with conflicting thoughts of various degrees. Ranging from distressed worries about getting mauled beyond recognition and just pure unadulterated confusing thoughts.
All these notions and wild paranoia flew out the window as the muzzle glanced across the oh so sensitive lips with the barest of touches causing a slight moan of pleasure to escape my mouth before I could stop it. The pocket monster behind me made a soft growling noise in it's throat and devoted its attention to that spot with unparalleled dedication.
Soon enough I could feel an unwanted sensation run down my spine and an increased wetness form along my panties. Moans and mewls of pleasure streamed out of my mouth and my mind ceased to work up a single thought at the unwanted pleasure I was receiving from a mere pokemon.
"Maaaar... eep" I heard behind me in a somewhat sensual bleating noise. That explained the thunder wave I was struck with at least but that knowledge failed to distract me from the attention of this woolly perpetrator. The sentret holding my head began to slowly stroke one of his furry little paws through my long loose blond hair. His own little cooing noises joined mine in the clearing as I suddenly hoped that no one would ever find me in this position despite how much I wanted to escape.
My moans suddenly went up to a way higher pitch as the mareep behind me found the little nub at the top of my wet lips. A sudden loud growl was the only warning before a set of teeth clamped down on my riolu panties and ripped them off causing a slight tremor of pain to shoot through my body for a brief moment.
It was a sudden stark contrast to the earlier rubbing of the mareeps muzzle and I suddenly felt myself wanted the soft nuzzling to continue instead of this rough treatment. My wishes were answered as the muzzle returned and this time the sensations were increased tenfold.
My nerves went haywire at the direct contact of the mareeps muzzle stroking up and down along my very sensitive lips. A new feeling of wetness emerged but this one came not from my already heavily soaking petals but from the soft and warm tongue of the mareep.
My mind was ecstatic to say the least and thats not just because the mareep's static electricity ran through my nervous system making all the sensations so much more intense. The slippery wet tongue slowly and gently traced up my folds taking in all the excess juices it could gather.
It seemed to lavish the taste of my sweet nectar that just kept slipping out from my petals against my will. Or was it really against my will any more? I was enjoying this too much for it to be considered being against my will and heck I'd probably be screaming "faster" if I could.
So why not enjoy it while since I have no better things to be doing right now. I threw out my metaphorical schedule and just went along for the ride as the mareep behind me began to speed up in his attempts to gather all my sweet juices.
His tongue ravished my thighs with mechanical precision slathering up all he could of my nectarine fluids. Stopping suddenly the presence of his tongue left my body and my mind screamed for him to continue his erotic licking of my nether regions.
I heard a happy bleating noise and before I knew It there was a tongue ravaging my outer lips once more. The advances of the mareep didn't stop there as with a sudden push it's tongue delved between my lips penetrating me with it's tongue for the first time.
The marvelous explosion of pleasure hit me so suddenly that I was thrown into a mind blowing orgasm that rocked me to my very core. My nerves had shot and gave way to extreme pleasure under the relentless devotion of my so called attacker of the day releasing my orgasm juice (Coming soon to a store near you!) all onto his greedy tongue.
The howl that burst from my lungs caused a flock of pidgey to burst out from the trees and fly off into the horizon on their tiny feathered wings. Even the flapping of their wings all beating together didn't deter me in the slightest as I rode on cloud nine for what seemed like eternity.
The mareeps tongue continued to ravish my folds, heightening the orgasmic high I was currently enveloped in and absolutely loving every single moment of the bliss it brought to my body. As I slowly came down enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm my mind began to slowly start to work again and I remembered the little brown fuzz ball currently stroking through my hair.
It was then that I started noticing the slick object poking into my cheek as if trying to get my attention. It was the little sentret's member and according to the sticky mess of pre on my right cheek he was enjoying the show immensely. I moaned out sweetly to him trying to utter words of any kind but my vocal chords fell short of English and that was all he was getting for the moment.
Unperturbed in the slightest, the little guy grabbed me by the hair and began thrusting at my face looking for that second entrance that so wished to taste his male parts. With a sudden thrust he found his mark and my lips were pushed open even more by his slick pre covered member.
He rejoiced in a soft growl of contempt and began face fucking my mouth with all his might. His small little brown paws grasped my hair tightly for leverage as his hips thrust his member into and over my tongue with speed that only a beast could manage. My taste buds watered at their first taste of male juice whether it be pokemon or human and to be honest I didn't really care at this point.
His pre tasted salty and slightly sweet that left you yearning for more the more of his juices that were thrust onto your tongue with every movement of his hips. A sudden withdrawal of the mareep's tongue made me remember that there was another pokemon back there giving me pleasure of a much more satisfying kind than the sentret was providing.
Just as I was beginning to scream for that glorious tongue to return a sudden weight drop down on my back and I felt the mareep's paws drop down on either side of my waist. My mind literally roared in joy completely aware of what was to come in a mere matter of moments.
It took a few strikes put this pokemon certainly knew his way around mating and with a sudden snag of his member against my outer folds, he thrust forward powerfully pushing my body further onto the cold hard surface of the rock and pressing the sentret's cock into my mouth up to his hilt.
Now I don't know what you were expecting but at sixteen years of age I was well into puberty as my size C cup breasts could attest to. That also went for those glorious hormones that came along with maturity. My "innocence" had been claimed by a piece of plastic just one year previously so my body had no pain to worry about and just enjoyed the sweet pleasure.
Just that one push nearly set me off on another wild trip of joy but I hung on determined to enjoy this for as long as possible even if I couldn't move and help the two pokemon along. The mareep's cock slowly withdrew from me after that initial thrust. Its long ridged surface clutched and dragged along the sensitive walls of my love canal.
More mewls of pleasure escaped onto the sentret's little member that barely reached the back of my throat. The mareep's hips slammed forward once more driving himself up to the hilt as I felt his furry sheath rub up against my soft outer petals.
He didn't stop there though, with a sharp withdrawal of his member he thrust forward again at a faster pace. Within no time at all the soft woolly mareep was rutting against my folds with a speed and forcefulness that only a beast could provide. Another orgasm struck me suddenly.
My body was unable to resist his rapid tempo of filling me up with his thick member and dragging backwards out of my folds. My juices coated his rapidly moving member aiding in his brutal assault of my love canal and to be honest I was loving every bit of the blistering pleasure ravaging my body. My folds clenched down on the mareep's member. It was all I could do but bask in my orgasm's sweet embrace. My folds squeezed and clenched instinctively around the mareep's shaft trying to milk him for all he was worth.
The pokepenis in my mouth suddenly started twitching against my tongue and before I knew it the little sentret grasped my hair sharply with his paws and thrust his member fully into my mouth. As his furry brown crotch and stomach filled my finish I felt the first splatter of cum shoot into the back of my throat. For such a little guy I was amazed at the quantity of cum he had stored within his furry sack.
Stream after stream of his salty cum filled up my mouth and I was forced to breathe through my nose. I breathed in heavily enjoying the musky scent that came from his crotch fur. "Maaaaar" I heard behind me soon followed by a crescendo of bleating.
That was all that warned me of the sudden explosion of mareep cum striking against my cervix. Shocks sparked through my body from his electrified cum as the shocks increased the intense pleasure I was feeling. I started to wonder if this was a trait all electric pokemon had but the sudden sensation stopped all thoughts as itbrought me to my third climax with little warning.
My body reacted instinctively and my clenching walls pulled his hot and shockingly good cum pooled inside of my canal cum further into my body. So consumed by these feelings I barely noticed the little sentret pull out of my mouth and spray his seed all over my cute face.
With his last few spurts the little fuzzball lay back and rested on the rock, his crotch covered in a mixture of my saliva and his seed. Unlike the little sentret, the mareep's orgasm was still going strong as he filled my womb up with his seed. The little tadpoles of his swarmed up my fallopian tubes desperate to fill out their intended role. I silently wished humans weren't part of this pokemon's egg group.
That thought soon left my mind as the mareep's streams of cream began to wane before eventually stopping all together. He withdrew his rapidly shrinking member slowly from my body now just bleating quietly to himself. He hopped off my back with a bleat of satisfaction and I began to miss the warmth of his body atop my back.
My motor control came back as soon as his cum sparked in me but I was too tired to move so I just slumped there in bliss, my breasts squashed delightfully against the unnaturally warm rock. It was a while before either of us moved at all as we all basked in the afterglow of climax. The little fuzzball of a sentret was the first one to move. He sat up and reached for the little button of the pokeball I still grasped in my hand.
A spark of red light consumed his body before he slipped inside the pokeball with a low moan of his name. The pokeball rocked slightly in my hand before dinging and then stood still with sentret now safe inside. He was mine, my very first pokemon.
I would have cried out in joy but my mouth was enjoying the taste of his cum in my mouth trying to savour it while I could. The mareep started moving also nuzzling his head against my thigh before he too reached for the belt that held my pokeballs and clicked the button on one of them. Just like with the sentret he was gone in a flash of red followed by more shaking and then stillness once more. I just lay there slumped against the warm flat rock in the clearing.
Despite my initial thoughts on what had happened I now felt positively enraptured by the whole experience. I had caught two pokemon and even though it was with unconventional methods I could help but grin with joy. My body was still basking in the afterglow and I began to look forward to "catching" more pokemon this way.
After what could have been hours but was really just half an hour I finally arose shakily to my feet. My body was stiff but in a good way and eager to continue on with my pokemon journey I picked up sentrets pokeball and after attaching it to my belt I began to walk through the forest.
The light summer breeze swept under my skirt and I moaned quietly from the feeling of wind against my bare seed coated petals. With a lick of my lips I gathered up some of the pokesperm coating my face enjoying the salty taste of it. It was an experience I was desperate to and would reenact tonight with my new pokemon after setting up camp for the night.
"I could really get used to this way of living" I thought to myself as I journeyed through the forest and into this huge new pokemon world already planning my next adventure in my mind.
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lucky irish by dbj_rab
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an old story was working on and hopefully will finish sometime - The clouds parted and a beautiful rainbow shined down onto the green irish shores. Greg the bunny yawned as he stretched and admired the nice view of the sky and idly wondered if he should try to find the end of the rainbow and to
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[
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Rabbit"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464779-lucky-irish
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The clouds parted and a beautiful rainbow shined down onto the green irish shores.
Greg the bunny yawned as he stretched and admired the nice view of the sky and idly wondered if he should try to find the end of the rainbow and to get a leprachuan and or pot of gold.
He made of his mind and got up and soon began to look around and followed the rainbow towards where it appeared to land down onto the ground. After few days he finally saw the end of the rainbow. "wow.. can't believe I finally found it.." he thought to himself as he walked up to the end of the rainbow and slowly began to make out the appearance of something awaiting the lucky furson who found it..
Greg wondered what the thing was as he got closer and made out an image of a pot of gold but something sitting on it... The rabbit got to it and finally saw a bunny sitting on it completely buck naked. Greg shivered softly to himself as he noticed the huge hard on and full looking balls the other bunny had as he was slowly pawing off and sqruiming against the gold in the pot.
The rabbit grinned as he noticed Greg get closer and awaited to see what he would do .. Greg walked up close and asked "are you the lepreachuan of this pot?". The rabbit nodded yes. "You must make a choice .. you can have this pot of gold or you can have me" he smirked and grinned as his throbbing huge cock preed and spreaded his legs more...
Greg panted as he looked the other fellow bunny over and moaned softly... he needed the money but was so horny and lonely he hadn't had a fuck in what felt like eons... he debated with himself for a bit longer and than made his choice..
The rabbit walked up and grinned at his fellow bunny and replied.. "Well given the chance .. even tho I need the money .. I want you " . The leprechaun rabbit grinned as hopped on down as he then kissed Greg and hugged him tight.. "good choice" he whispered into his ears...
Greg blushed a bit as the rabbit layed him down onto the grass and began to strip him of his clothes and rubbed his bulging sheath and balls hard. Greg panted and moaned as he felt his bunnyhood growing hard... "so what's your name?" he asked as he waited to have sex with the hot looking bunny..
"The name's Harold. " the other rabbit smiled as he began to suckle on Greg's hot hardening cock more fingering his tight tail hole while rubbing his balls faster... Harold shivered as he throbbed more and got ready to lay on him...
Both rabbits were soon panting and moaning with lust for the other as they ground themselves against one another and pred all over each other... Greg grunted as he thrusted his cock and balls against Harold's and rubbed down his back.. "so how long have you been doing this?" he asked... Harold smiled and fondled their balls together as he shivered and panted licking Greg's muzzle.. "Ohh for quite a long time .. probably around 300 plus years" he said as his ears twitched and wrapped themselves around Greg's .
Greg maoned more as he began to get closer as his throbbing cock and balls twitched against Harold's rubbing and grinding hips.. Harold panted and smiled as he moved his preing cock against Greg's hot tail hole.. slowly began to push his huge 10 inch bunny hood deep into the willing male's hot tight ass...
Greg gasped as he felt Harold's preing cock against his puckered anus as his cock twitched and pred harder as he softly rubbed his lover's arms and panted his pleasure at having sex at last... "oohh gods this feels sooo good" he panted as his ass tightened a bit around the huge cock driving deeper into him making his ass slippery with pre as a lube...
Harold panted and shivered "oohh gods you're so fucking tight and hot " he maoned as he kissed his bunny lover and started to ram in huge cock inand out more of the other bunny while grinding his belly against Greg's preing rock hard cock and balls .
Greg moaned "oohh god si'm going to cuummmm" he shouted out as his ass tightened more around the huge 10 inch shaft burying itself in and out of his ass. Harold moaned "oohh yess ohh gods fuck yeessaahhhhh " he panted as he shivered suddenly ramming his huge cock deep into Greg's tight ass as his balls slapped his ass and cuummeedd hard into the hot hole.. Greg panted and grunted as he felt Harold's hot bunny spunk fill his ass as he tightened it more and thrsuted up and into Harold's belly as he suddenly cuummeed hard against their fur...
Both panted for breath as they hugged the other as they cummed all over and into each other... Greg moaned and gasped "oohh ohh gods that was s oooo good " he panted as he rubbed Harold's back. Harold grinned . "yes that was good for a starter " he chucked as he thrusted his still huge hard cock in and out of Greg's cumm soaked ass. Greg squirmed in pleasure as he tightened his ass and shivered feeling his bunny hood begin to get hard again.
Greg smirked and chuckled "well good thing we're both bunnies and know what the other is capable of more or less" he murmured as he nibbled a bit on Harold's ear. Harold laughed.. "oh yess a very good thing" he licks Greg's nose as he maoned continuing his thrusts in and out of Greg's hot ass.. "gods been so fucking long since I've been with another bunny" he panted and groaned .
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The Twilight Perimeter by Squirrel
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A slight rustle. Paws sliding ... over sheets. Over fur. Over her. A huff, and a turn. Pink fur meshing with honey-tan. Wings stretching, and paws tracing the filmy webs ... of those things. Drawing sighs. Drawing eyes ... to close. Heavy breathing ... through the nose, and ears ... " ... did ...
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[
"Bat",
"Character Development",
"M/F",
"Mouse",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi",
"Squirrel"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10164-the-twilight-perimeter
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A slight rustle. Paws sliding ... over sheets. Over fur. Over her.
A huff, and a turn. Pink fur meshing with honey-tan. Wings stretching, and paws tracing the filmy webs ... of those things. Drawing sighs. Drawing eyes ... to close.
Heavy breathing ... through the nose, and ears ...
" ... did ... did you hear that?" she asked, sitting up.
Field blinked. Nose sniff-sniffing. Uncontrollably so. Lying on his back, with his head halfway on a pillow ... " ... um ... no," he went. Swallowing. "Adelaide, she's sleeping. We both feel it," he said. They had a mental link with their daughter ...
"Yeah." A pause. A blink. "Yeah," she whispered, a smile melting back on her muzzle ... and she slid back down. So that she was half-sprawled atop of him, her breasts on his chest, and her muzzle ... above his. Peering down with the pink of her eyes. The glorious, sun-rich pink of her eyes.
His (own) eyes darted a bit, and ... his whiskers twitched.
"Field ... "
His eyes went back to hers.
"I'm so glad we're ... alive, and ... together, and ... it's so easy to get overwhelmed, I know, but ... " She trailed. And put her nose on his cheek. "But, now, when time seems so slow, and when we're anchored in bed, and ... playing tag in each other's heads ... doesn't it feel like a dream? Am I dreaming this?"
"I don't know ... if it's a dream, it's a good dream."
"Mm ... you're rubbing off on me, mousey."
"Mm?" His paws went round her back.
She arched. "Mm-hmm ... I'm ... becoming a blabber-bat. Like how you're a blabber-mouse. I should be kissing you and ... I've got you bare, in the fur, beneath me, and I'm talking. Why," she breathed, "am I talking, Field ... " Her lips brushed his ear. His sensitive, swiveling ear. Dishy ear. "Why ... "
"I don't ... I don't know," he huffed. Squeaking ...
"Shut me up. Find a way," she said, "to work my stupid muzzle shut ... "
"Your muzzle's not stupid," he whispered.
A smile. "Then why's it talking ... instead of kissing? Why's it whispering ... instead of whimpering?"
"Cause you're teasing me," said the mouse.
"Teasing? I'm teasing ... "
"Mm ... I don't know. We're both being silly."
"Nothing wrong with silly ... " ... and, finally, a kiss. To the lips. Wet and warm and ... brief. And breaking. And eyelids hooded. "Nothing at all ... "
"Mm ... " Field breathed in, chest rising. And she felt the warmth of him, the twitching anxiety of him. All of him.
She leaned down, head tilting, and kissed again. Softer, sweeter ... longer.
And his paws roamed further down her back. To her rump, and to her short, rudder-like tail. Her rump raising a bit as ... he toyed with her ...
"Huh ... mm ... " Kiss broken. Saliva stringing. Sheets rustling, and ... the pillow that had been under Field's head having somehow ... worked its way to the edge of the mattress, where it seemed liable to fall to the floor. Field's tail already trailing over the edge, like a rope ...
The mouse squirmed.
She kept him pinned. Showed him ... who was in charge.
He relaxed a bit, breathing, breathing ...
Her fangs grazed his neck, but she didn't bite ... couldn't bite yet, anyway ... hadn't numbed his neck. Hadn't ... but the motion of those sharp teeth parting his neck-fur ... the memory of that. The promise of it. The echo of that ...
... gave him chills. And he sucked in air. With a huffy squeak ...
"Oh ... " Her soft, warm belly was against his, sliding, bumping ... slightly grinding. As her hips pressed to his. Pressed down. As she play-humped him ... as if she were the male. Her mind fishing out, tantalizing him ... trying to get him to play along ...
The mouse, flushing furiously (and ears burning ... to their rounded tops) ... parted his legs, hugging her down ... as she ground her hips against and down. Against and down ... against his own. Making his mouse-hood more and more ... erect.
"Mm ... " A breath. A deeper breath ... panting onto one of his cheeks. And then his lips. And then another kiss. Longer, and her tongue worming inside his mouth. To his teeth. To the insides of his cheeks. Licking about, tangling, worming ... the wetness of it. The warmth ... and the intimacy of such contact. She was stealing his breath.
And his eyes had to close. There was nothing else for it. They had to close ... and he, breathing erratically through the nose, clutched at her back-fur.
"Huh ... heh ... " A giggle, and she stopped her grinding. Lying atop of him. Nestled between his legs. "Mm ... you're blushing," she said, paw on his cheek. And moving it to his forehead. And to his sensitive ears (drawing a whimper as she touched him there) ... " ... it's cute. Oh, it's so cute," she breathed ... " ... but I don't know why you do it."
"I don't know ... "
"Mm ... "
"I was ... scrutinized my entire life. By everyone. Until you ... "
She wordlessly listened. Angular ears swept-back, hearing his breathing ... and hearing his heart ... faintly, hearing his heart. Her ears were that good ...
"It's instinctual. Blushing ... just ... self-conscious," he said. "You know that by now."
"I do," she agreed. "I'm just saying ... it looks cute on you."
"We're doing it again ... you're," he repeated, "doing it again."
"Mm ... yeah ... "
"Talking. No talking!" the mouse chided wispily.
"Is that an order, commander?" she asked. A giggle ... and her paws on his sides. "Mm ... you gonna pull rank on me ... "
"I don't know ... you're pretty good at insubordination."
A giggle-chitter ... " ... mm ... " A giggle! "Mm ... I am, at that," she breathed. "When given good reason ... and, darling, you're ... reason aplenty ... " Another, another kiss ... deeper, deeper. Held.
Field seemed to melt ...
And she broke it, huffing. "Oh ... oh," she went, swallowing, licking her own lips (getting the wetness of her muzzle and of his ... the combined taste of it). "I remember when we first met," she whispered.
The mouse blushed ... hugging her from beneath. Tail starting to snake.
"You couldn't figure out how to ... use the computer on the bridge. I had to help you, and ... later, in the mess hall, we had a meal ... mm ... remember?"
"I remember ... "
"I just ... we were so young. We still are, but ... you know what I mean. Just ... look at us now," she whispered, raising up a bit. Meeting his eyes. "Sometimes, it scares me. Sometimes, I ... I don't know." She swallowed.
He raised a paw beneath her breasts ... cupped one, rubbing the thumb of his paw ... through her fur. Around her curves.
"But, then, I ... see how far we've come," she whispered. "How ... you know, our love is ... so comfortable. And, to me, it still sparks. This still sparks," she said.
He smiled ...
"I love you just as much as I did then ... and I ... think I love you more."
The mouse opened his muzzle, and shut it, and opened it again ... " ... I ... I was so shy, and I'm still," he confessed, "shy. I was so unsure, and I'm still ... so unsure. But you're a constant. Those things are constants ... but so are you, and you're much more powerful than any of my demons, and ... " He trailed, eyes darting ... and he sighed, looking back to her (again). "I don't mean to sound lame."
"You don't," she whispered, cupping his cheek in her paw. Tilting his head (slightly) ... so that their gaze was more direct. "You never do ... "
"Then why do I feel so ... raw?" he asked. "Why do I feel like ... so awkward?"
"Because you've convinced yourself that you do," was her response.
"No, I ... I just ... "
"You've grown, Field. I've seen it ... and I feel it," she said, moving her paw to his chest, over his heart. Sitting, now, atop of him ... at a straddle. Her legs parted. Shins on the sheets. Straddling his hips and putting her paws on his chest. Leaning down a bit ... breathing. "I just ... you know, I think about ... we've known each other ... a year. A year. And all that's happened. We've a child. We've ... no home," she whispered, voice so hushed, so soothing ... in this dark. In the dark of the bedroom. "I feel I've known you for a lifetime. And yet ... you know, I feel young and old at the same time."
"I know the feeling ... "
"I just ... right now, time is slower. It always is ... when we're whispering," she said. "When we're in the dark. It's always slower."
Field closed his eyes.
"But, darling ... there's no need to blush with me. One of these days, you're gonna stop doing that ... "
"One of these days," he whispered. "When they find a cure for ... being mousey." A small smile.
A giggle. She showed her teeth ... when she smiled.
Which made him grin.
"Well, if that's the case ... let's hope there's no cure," she said, "for mousey-ness." She caressed his chest.
"Even if I blush ... even if I twitch ... "
"I didn't say I didn't like your blushing ... I told you it was cute, didn't I? I just ... I don't know ... I don't even know what I'm getting at," she confessed. "I don't know what I'm trying to say."
"Then show me ... "
She looked at him. "Alright," she whispered, closing her eyes ... mind brushing his, but ... not entirely. It wasn't a complete connection unless ...
"Show me," he pleaded.
"Show you," she asked, swallowing, rubbing up and down his chest ... with her paws. "Show you ... what," she asked.
"How to not be afraid."
"Oh, darling ... " She sighed ... " ... I'm afraid, too, you know? Of a lot of things. I just ... I hide it better."
"You're lucky, that way."
"No, I'm just ... a bat. And that's to say ... no better than a mouse. No better than anyone else. I'm a fur. Like you ... and ... we all have our vices. We all have our talents," she said. "And I know you have yours, and I've seen them ... flower. I want them to flower further. I want us," she said, "to flower ... forever. And never stop. Never be picked. But ... wild, in the wind, bobbing in the buoyant breeze."
"Wild flowers?" he whispered. "Our love ... like ... "
"Wild flowers," she confirmed. And she reached a paw behind her ... to the mouse's ... mouse-hood. His sheath-less pink member. "Now, um ... what did you want me to ... teach you ... " She squeezed ...
"Mm ... " A swallow. "How to fly ... how to ... get rid of my fear of flying ... "
"You're on a spaceship, darling. We're in the stars. You're making love to a bat ... do NOT," she whispered with a knowing smile, "tell me you're afraid of flying. You've too much flight in your life ... for that." She directed the tip of his mouse-hood ... directed it, and raised up ... crouching over him. Holding that position. Huffing. "No, you're ... what you're afraid of," she told him, "is landing. You don't wanna land ... you don't want it to end." She swallowed. "And it won't," she promised.
"Are you sure ... "
"I'm sure," she promised. "It'll go into heaven ... we'll live on. We'll never," she said, "lose each other. Alright?"
A shy nod ...
" ... 'kay," she said, smiling ... and lowering. Removing her paw from his cock ... once it had slipped between her folds, into her warm, wet tunnel. Removing her paw and letting her weight sink fully on him. And putting her paws back to his chest. Leaning, at a slant, on top of him ... " ... mm ... "
"Huh ... "
"Feel ... good ... "
"Yeah ... "
"Oh ... " She allowed her slick, heated interior ... her muscle ... to coax him to a painfully erect state. Allowed his mouse-hood to marinate inside her ... before rising a tiny bit. And falling. Before rising ... and falling. Keeping her paws on his chest, and rising ... falling. Eyes closed as shed did so. Listening with her ears. Sniffing with her nose.
The mouse huffed, huffed ... eyes darting about ... in their mousey way. To the window. To their icy-blues of the planet ... the whites and blues. The Arctic freeze. The crystalline beauty (and detachment) of the world they'd been orbiting all these weeks. And the stars in the surrounding space. All those little balls of light ... one of them was ... home. A home they could never return to. And one of them ... maybe ... was a future home. A place they could find. And settle. And ... and ...
"Uh ... uhn," she went. Softly, softly. Her moans so soft, so delicate. So civil. For the moment, anyway ... as she rose and fell.
Field helpless. Pinned. Submitting ...
She rose, fell, rose ... held it ... fell. Huffing. The stiff, glistening skin of the mouse's cock ... disappearing into the depths of her pink pussy. Swallowed up. In such warmth. In such natural warmth. Where it needed to be ... and then reappearing as she rose, and then ... swallowed back up. As she fell ...
The motion, for the mouse, so sensitive ... and he had no control ...
For her, the way his penis slid in and out of her, parting flesh, touching the muscle inside ... the little sparks of pleasure. The little instinctual drive ... keep going, keep going ...
The mouse's mind sent out ... a thought-question ... wanting to know if she was going to bite him ...
A huffing shake of her head, with eyes closed ... " ... n-not now ... l-later," she said. "We've ... we've both got more than one orgasm in us ... don't we?" she asked, swallowing. "For the evening?"
A nod on his part. The motion of the nodding ... making a rustle-rustle sound ... of his fur against the fabric of the sheets.
"Well ... we'll save the bite," she promised, "for last. Let's ... just ... oh," she breathed, words failing her. Rising, falling. And her fingers pressed on the mouse's chest, on his nipples. Little mousey nipples ... hard. And she pressed them.
He squeaked ...
"B-buck," she instructed ... " ... b-buck up ... "
"Mm ... mm ... "
"Come on," she whispered, urging him ... urging him on.
He did so ... bucking upward ... as she fell. Countering her falling motion. Slick squelching sounds ... coming from the spot of their physical union.
She stayed ... with him at a hilt. And rose ... and ... fell ...
... and he bucked at her falling.
"Huh ... uh!" She craned her neck. Fingering herself. One paw straining for the mouse's ears ... while the other toyed with her clitoris. While she rubbed herself. While she sat, again, with him at a hilt in her. "Oh," she huffed. "Mm ... " She succeeded in gripping one of his ears. The perimeter of an ear. And she ran her fingers right along the very edges of a dishy ear ...
Field shivered, starting to squirm ...
... as she ran her finger ALL the way around the edge of his ear ... as she leaned forward, sucking in a warm breath ...
... as the mouse, shaking, steeled himself ...
... for the resulting warm breath that was blown, softly, softly, RIGHT into his ear canal.
The mouse lost it ...
And Adelaide chittered ... in surprise, feeling a spurt, spurt, spurt ... " ... oh ... oh ... wow," she huffed, returning to fingering her clitoris. "You ... you came," she said.
"Mm! Oh, oh ... mm ... mm-hmm ... "
A giggle! And a gasp ... " ... ohh ... ooh," she exhaled, as she caught up to him (and reached orgasm; pussy walls quivering ... oh, the searing spasms, and the ... stray drips of liquid ... so wet). "Oh ... " The pleasure momentarily blinded her, seemingly. Left her mind in a haze. After a minute, she regained her focus, looking down at him ...
Her mate, fur matted with sweat (looking a darker brown than normal) ... eyes half-open, whiskers drooped (from the heat, and the pleasure) ...
"You look ... content."
"Y-yeah ... " He felt the stray spasms of his cock ... and her own stray spasms ... as they both recovered. As they both ... glowed.
"You came," she said, "when I blew in your ear. I mean ... wow ... I can't believe I've ... I've never ... "
" ... tried that before ... yes, you have."
"Not to such effect!" She smiled, giggling a bit ...
"I don't know," he admitted. Flushing. "Just ... you blew the right breath."
"I'll say ... " Though she'd been hoping to continue the rising ... pleasure ... for a few minutes longer than that ... she wasn't complaining. The surprise of his orgasm, and the discovery of ... how she'd done it, and ... trying to play catch-up with him ... all rather fun. Exploring each other's bodies, and ... even after a year. How many times had they done this? How many times had they been in bed? How many times ... had they made love?
And yet it never got old ... never got boring ...
Oh, it was NEVER bad ...
Oh, it was ... always ...
" ... good. That was good," she said, sighing. "But ... we are not," she stressed, "finished yet."
"No?" A slight smile.
A giggle ... at his expression. "Oh, no, darling ... oh, no. No ... so, wrap your crazy arms round me ... and hold on," she whispered.
"So ... so," he panted, as she started to shift her position ... pulling off him in the process ... (to give his mouse-hood a few minutes to recharge) ... "so," Field stammered. "You are ... this is," he said, "insubordination."
"You gotta problem with that ... commander?" she asked, eyes sparking.
"No, ma'am."
A giggle! "Mm ... " She showed her fangs. Licking them with her teeth. She chittered. "Mm ... good," she declared.
Field beamed, and opened his muzzle to ...
BLARE!
A blink ... on the bat's part. "What ... "
BLARE!
"Red alert," Field whispered. "That's ... "
"Damn," Adelaide sighed, rolling off the mouse ... and slipping off the bed. Getting dressed.
Field did the same. "The baby," he realized, eyes boggling with fear. "What ... who'll stay with the baby ... "
Adelaide bit her lip. "Um ... it's a red alert. Senior officers to the bridge ... on alert. Always. I ... "
"The baby," Field said again, voice quivering.
"Um ... you stay with her?" Adelaide half-said/half-asked. "If Wren asks, I'll just ... tell him. Couldn't be helped ... "
A nod.
Adelaide breathed, fully dressed (though still smelling of sweat and seed and ... sex ... and mouse). Truth be told, she ... wanted to say with the baby, too, but ... she knew how Field was in command situations. In a crisis. He didn't hold up ... very well ... if something was wrong, she would rather him be in their quarters, with Akira ... than on the bridge. She had to protect the both of them ... keep them out of harm's way.
"Darling," Field stammered.
"Hey ... it's fine," she whispered, swallowing, forehead pressing to his. Giving him some confidence. Some strength. "Sit tight, okay? Keep an open comm ... with the bridge ... listen to what's going on, if you need to. But ... "
"Alright, alright ... " The mouse was panicked ... from such pleasure ... to such fear. In a mere minute.
Adelaide hurried for the door ... keeping her mind with Field's. Staying with him ... even when not in the room.
"Time?" Wren asked.
"Another minute," said Chester, from helm. His paws danced over the controls and consoles. The buttons making little beeps and churrs ... " ... I can't take us faster than impulse in a planetary system. It's ... we could try an in-system warp jump, but ... we'd be moving so fast in such tight confines ... we'd overshoot our mark, and ... end up running into a planet or something. Or a moon, or ... "
"Just get us there, ensign ... do your best," Wren said, from his chair (which he wasn't sitting in; but, then, did he ever sit in it ... or was it just for decoration ... the squirrel didn't like to sit in that chair; even though it was his).
The doors swished ... at the back of the bridge. Adelaide emerging.
Wren turned. "You're the last one here."
"Yeah," she said, smoothing her uniform.
"Field?"
"With Akira." Her eyes pleaded with the squirrel ... for understanding.
Wren nodded softly ... " ... it's okay. Just ... get to your station. We've got a problem."
"Don't we always?" Adelaide asked.
"A snow rabbit ship," Wren announced (for the benefit of anyone on the bridge who hadn't heard already), "has run into a subspace mine ... on the edge of the system. On the perimeter of snow rabbit space."
"The DMZ," piped in Rella, from tactical. Her bushy tail twitching like a flag behind her. With nervous energy. "The neutral zone between snow rabbit and Arctic fox space ... by treaty, neither species is allowed to cross into that buffer. Doing so ... would be an act of war."
"But the snow rabbit ship ... "
" ... was on patrol. They run patrols. So do the Arctic foxes. They scan each other from their respective sides. They keep watch. But a snow rabbit ship ... hit a mine. A cloaked mine. Initial reports are ... that it's of Arctic fox origin."
Adelaide blinked. "What? But ... why? How?"
"Beats me," the squirrel said, sighing, pacing back and forth. "Luminous is quicker than ... any ship the snow rabbits have. So, we were asked to rush to the scene."
"We're within visual range," announced Ketchy, from the comm station. She looked up at the screen.
Wren squinted. Shook his head. "I don't ... see anything. Magnify ... "
A clicking whir, and ... she did so.
And there it was.
The snow rabbit ship. White, streamlined, with a stronger-looking back ... and weaker-looking front. A gash in its side, with flashing lights, with ... debris. The ship flashing its lights, and ... a bit listless.
"They're venting air ... venting plasma ... they're draining dry," Rella said, eyes darting over her readings. "Sir, we have to ... " Beep-beep ... be-beep ... " ... wait ... I'm reading another damaged ship ... "
"Another mine victim?" Wren's whiskers twitched, and his nose sniffed.
"What if we run into a mine, too?" Chester asked. Starting to worry. Heart starting to pound. "What if ... "
"Chester," said Adelaide. Eying him. "It'll be okay ... alright?" she whispered. The bat had a special love for all mice. Had a special talent for being able to decipher and soothe them, and ... she had helped Chester during his nervous breakdown. She tried to help him here ...
The mouse twitched and ... nodded. Breathing. And nodding again. Heart pounding.
Rella, ignoring the side conversation, announced, "An Arctic fox ship ... on the other side of the DMZ. They're ... they've been hit. By a mine."
"What are the odds of that ... "
"Wren, this is insane ... I've got snow rabbit ships coming from ... the direction we came from. I've got fox ships on the others side of the border. I think they're going to cross," she said, an urgency in her voice.
"Why would they do this?" Adelaide asked. "I ... this can't be right."
"Figure this out, Rella," Wren said quietly. "Quickly."
"I'm ... I'm trying," she said.
"Well, I know you can ... I've confidence in you," the squirrel told his mate. "Adelaide, help her. Get Assumpta up here ... confer with Juneau down in engineering ... and where's Pyro? Adelaide, tell him to prepare a rescue operation ... you'll be needed on the bridge. He'll have to lead it."
The bat nodded, striding over to tactical.
And Wren turned his gaze back at the viewer. At the snow rabbit ship, which ... had it been alive, it would be bleeding. Bleeding ... and its blood was drawing furs from all sides ...
"You're carrying a phase rifle," Pyro noted.
"You've seen me carry one before. I've seen you," she replied, "carry one before."
They were in a corridor on F-deck ... making their way to the shuttle-bay. Where they would, with Denali, compose a three-fur rescue team ... to quickly head over to the snow rabbit ship, dock, drag any survivors back to the shuttle-pod, and ... get back to Luminous. They could only take three furs ... cause they needed the space for injured snow rabbits. Sensors indicated about ... a dozen survivors. Some of them ... they were faint. Seventy-two snow rabbits had been aboard that ship ...
"True," the wolf admitted. "I just ... I don't know." He came from a dark universe. He didn't want ... to see this one turn into ... that one. Didn't wish the darkness to follow him. Didn't wish it to consume his mate. Dotna was a security officer, and ... that was a risky job. What if she got hurt, or ... had to kill a fur ... what if it got tricky ... could he offer her the support she needed? Was he qualified to do that? He had killed ... and she had, too. But killing a Arctic fox, say ... would not be the same thing as killing a wasp. And ... but that's not what scared him most. What scared him most was ...
"What's wrong?" she asked, stopping.
Pyro almost ran into her. Almost tripped over her. Gave a yip.
"What's wrong," she whispered, putting her paws on his shoulders ... " ... darling ... come on. Tell me. I know you ... don't like to talk about ... some things, but ... come on, please ... "
"We should keep moving."
"No."
"Dotna, there's ... we have to be in the shuttle-bay. Now," said Pyro, raising his voice.
"No!" She said it with more force than intended. And winced ... at her own sound, and ... breathed, and said. "No ... not until you tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing," Pyro whispered, lowering his head.
She put her paw under his chin. Raised it. "Look at me ... tell me," she said, emerald eyes meeting his red, red ones. Those eyes that saw so much more than the rest of them ... could ever see.
"I don't wanna lose you," was his whisper. "Why ... why don't you join the Ops team ... with me? Or ... or ... " He trailed. "I see you carrying that phase rifle, and I ... know that it's meant for use. And chances are ... if you're using it against something ... that something," he said, "is using a phase rifle against you, too. I want to be there to defend you ... I don't ... want you to have to fight, and ... have to live with the pain ... that I've felt. You've helped me to heal, and to ... deal with my past. And ... you mean so much to me. In this short time, I've ... shared your bed, your body, your ... your love. You've given, and ... " The wolf's voice trailed, and ... he seemed to be at a loss for words. Seemed to be flustered. "Dotna, I ... I don't want to lose you!" he stressed.
"You won't," she promised.
"We both know ... you can't promise that."
She smiled weakly. "I know, but ... I can try. We can try," she said, "to stay alive. We've done a pretty good already. We've made it this far. The both of us ... from very different directions, under very different circumstances ... we've both endured our respective histories, and ... here we are. Standing in this corridor. So in love ... that we can't get our foot-paws to move us ... " She put her nose to his nose. Sniffy-twitching ... against his nose. His nose was wet. It didn't twitch, but it was wet ... and cool. And hers ... it twitches, and she tilted her head ... and gave him a soft, sensual kiss. And held it. For seconds. Kiss ... oh, to kiss ... and to pull back. And to smile and to say, "It'll be okay ... "
It broke the wolf's heart. He swallowed. A lump in his throat. But he wasn't one to cry, so ... he kept it to a lump.
"It'll be okay," Dotna repeated. "God willing. We have to believe that ... otherwise, we set ourselves up," she said, "for failure. Hope ... keeps us alive. And ... we ... we gotta keep moving," she said, moving again.
He jogged after her ... heart hammering.
"You, uh ... " Rella tapped a control, her voice lowered. "You, uh, didn't have time to shower, I take it?"
Adelaide quietly scanned the sensor read-outs. Looking at the interior deck plans of the snow rabbit ship. "No," she whispered. Her eyes met the squirrel's. Rella cracked a secretive smile. "Mm ... every-fur on the bridge can smell that, you know."
Adelaide showed her teeth, but kept a straight face. "They enjoy it ... we're hopeless furs. Middle of a crisis, and all anyone wants right now is to ... mm ... " She clamped her mouth on the f-word lurking behind her lips. Too casual to use ... during a red alert.
"Did you?" Rella asked.
The bat raised her brow. "Hmm?"
"You said we all enjoy your scent ... but did you enjoy it? The ... act, I mean, of ... how you got the scent in the ... " A trail.
A slow, teasing grin on Adelaide's part.
A giggle on Rella's.
"Girls," said Wren ... from several feet away.
Rella looked up. Blinked. "Yes?"
"Are we concentrating?"
"Yes," was her reply. As if she were a student ... having been caught talking during a test. Problem was ... it was nearing midnight. Furs, instinctually, had very strong yiff drives. And nearly all furs, by default, hit the peak of their daily cycle ... at this time. Adelaide wasn't the ONLY fur on the bridge (or on the ship) that had been doing what she'd been doing ... when the alarm had gone off. Oh, she wasn't the only one ...
But, furs as they may be, they still ... had to concentrate.
Still had a situation to deal with.
Wren eyed the two, and ... turned back, pacing, pacing ... and repeatedly looking to the viewer.
Azure was alone in the hydroponics bay.
This was his post.
He should be ... in bed. In their quarters, but ... Assumpta had been called to engineering, and he'd been too afraid ... right now, too afraid ... to be alone. And ... if he couldn't be with Assumpta, he might as well be here. Among the flowers and the plants, and ... if he couldn't be soothed by his mate's feline paws, and her purrs ... well, this would suffice. As a temporary measure.
The squirrel sighed and sat in one of the tiny, grassy clearings ... and closed his eyes. The red alert lights were blinking on and off ... near the entrance. The sound, though, had since been turned off (cause, after a while, it hurt everyone's furry ears ... and many furs had very sensitive hearing). The alarm klaxons were designed for predator ships. Predators liked loud and gruff and ... challenging. No one had bothered to design a distinct alert sound for this ship ... for prey. Prey scared easily. Predators didn't freak out when they heard that alarm go off ... suddenly.
Prey did.
Azure had. Had almost started crying ... he hadn't grown up ... with stuff like this. He hadn't been in danger. Ever. Not before joining this ship, and not before becoming a part of this crew. His whole childhood ... safe. Sheltered. Many of his fellow crew-furs ... Adelaide, for instance ... bats had been hunted to near-extinction. Mice ... were terrorized illegally by the predators. Squirrels ... took to the forests. Built cities in the forests, and ... Azure had lived a very sheltered life. He'd been well-off ...
He'd never known danger before this mission.
But, then, he'd never known love, either.
He'd never known a lot of things.
And ... as he sat among the flowers, he kept his eyes closed ... and he thought of Assumpta. How she'd humbled him. How she'd ... how he'd been teaching her, maybe unconsciously, how to feel. How they'd been so good for each other ... how they were an odd couple. How they'd been set-up to fail ...
... and how they hadn't failed yet. And how they ... he would never let them fail.
Oh, he needed her ...
He sat and quivered among the flowers. Remembering ... feeding her lemon velvet cake, and dancing, and ... he prayed that ... he dreamed, rather, that ... he could bring her to a field of flowers. But all the flowers would wilt at her ... icy grace. At her ... glare. At her ... steely strength.
How did they end up together?
What had she seen in him?
What was going on ... would she be okay ... what ...
The squirrel twitched. He was not the same fur he'd been ... when this ship had been launched. He was so much better. But, as they all did, he had a ways to go ...
Growth never stopped.
The flowers were evidence of that.
Assumpta entered the bridge. Tail swaying slightly behind her. Her snowy-white and ... grey-striped fur ... contrasting with all the shades of brown around her (and the pink of Adelaide). The snow leopard went for tactical. And placed a computer pad before Rella and Adelaide.
"What's this?" the bat asked, squinting.
"Evidence."
"Of?" Adelaide looked up.
"The mine that the snow rabbit ship hit ... was not of Arctic fox origin."
"Then ... who put it there?" Rella asked, sitting up straighter.
"Predators do not use mines ... if a predator wishes to attack, they attack. A mine would be ... to pull one's punch. I believe the phrase goes."
"Are you sure?" Wren asked, coming to join them. Pointed ears swiveling. Having been listening ...
"It was an educated guess," said Assumpta. "I simply didn't think the foxes ... would resort to planting invisible mines."
"Foxes aren't like other predators. They're of the ice."
"As am I," Assumpta reminded. And nodded at the pad. "Further scans of the mine's residue ... show it to be ... " She paused. " ... of wasp origin."
Quiet.
"It is my belief that ... the wasps planted cloaked mines on both sides. Ships from both sides, while on patrol, would be hit. The mines were designed to emit signals of ... each's enemy. However, the signals are easy to determine as false ... if one analyzes them further."
"Why would they do this?" Rella whispered. Looking from Adelaide to Assumpta ... to Wren. "The wasps, I mean?"
"They are obviously hoping," Assumpta said, lowering her voice (and not knowing why, exactly, but ... it seemed she should do so). "They are hoping ... to pit the snow rabbits against the Arctic foxes in all-out war. And, when both sides have sufficiently weakened each other, the wasps can swarm in ... and easily assimilate both sides."
"Maximum gain ... minimum loss," Wren whispered, "for them. And ... the two sides in this cold war are so bitter that ... they'll jump at any chance to fight the other. Even ignoring false evidence."
"The wasps' mines were never going to fail. Even if their origins had been blatant."
"What do we do?" Rella asked.
"We tell them," was Adelaide's response. "We tell the snow rabbits. Tell them this is a trap. A set-up. We have to tell them. They're our allies."
"They will not believe you," Assumpta said cooly.
"We have to TRY," Adelaide stressed. "What's the alternative? This whole sector going up in flames?"
"The snow rabbits have already told us, point blank, that we are not doing enough FOR them ... that, to repay the hospitality they have shown us, we need to do MORE for them. Am I correct?" Assumpta asked, looking to Rella.
"How do you know about that?" She had only discussed her conversation with Annika ... with a paw-ful of furs. It had only happened a day or so ago.
Assumpta didn't answer. "War is brewing. The snow rabbits will expect us to fight. On their side. If we try to remain neutral, we will be conscripted. If we resist ... they will turn on us."
"They're prey. We're prey. They can't turn on us," Chester said, from the front of the bridge.
The snow leopard looked to the mouse. "Prey have their moral faults ... just as predators do. They are capable of deception."
Chester frowned and twitched. Not arguing the point.
"But, sir," injected Ketchy, talking to Wren. "There are still snow rabbit life signs on that ship ... if we don't send over our pod ... "
"We've no time. We must leave," said Assumpta.
Wren opened his muzzle to speak ... but ... beep-be-beep ...
Rella tapped her console. "Ships. Snow rabbit ships. They've caught up to us."
"Already?" Wren spun round ... walking to the viewer. And behind the helm. He stood behind Chester. "Hail them."
A whistle sound (indicating a hailing attempt). And Ketchy, at comm, shook her head. Tail flagging in consternation. The squirrel looked ... brighter, sleeker. Looked better ... since she'd been mated to Denali. Used to, she would be over at comm, all forlorn and ... sagging in her chair, her voice so tiny ... now, she was ... a presence ... on the bridge. She spoke up. There was a confidence in her voice ... and, right now, she shook her head, saying, "They're ignoring us."
"Keep hailing."
"Wren, the foxes are crossing the zone ... they're coming toward us ... "
Adelaide's eyes widened. Her heart hammered. And she folded her winged arms across her chest, trying to ... feel Akira. Feel Field. They were a few decks below, but ... she needed to feel them. To know they were okay.
"We've got a snow rabbit fleet on one side of us ... and the foxes on the other," Rella whispered. She shook. "We ... we gotta get out of here."
"Agreed," whispered Wren. "Cancel the shuttle-pod trip ... tell Dotna, Pyro, and ... Denali ... to ... "
"A snow rabbit ship is responding to our hail," Ketchy announced.
Wren hesitated. Nodded. "Put it on ... "
A snow rabbit's white visage flashed onto the viewer. It was Flint ... they'd had dealing with him before. Assumpta and Juneau had negotiated with him ... for supplies.
"Luminous," said Flint. "We are grateful that you ... rushed to our ship's aid. You were first on the scene. You are to be commended."
"We were responding to a distress call."
"Yes. Distress," said Flint, in neutral tone. "If you wish to call it that ... we wish to call it," he said, "an act of war. You are in the middle of our firing lane. We do not wish to fire on you, but we will. Come over to our side ... "
"This is not our war."
"It is ALL ... our wars," Flint whispered. "Predators and prey ... have been fighting since the dawn of time. It is inevitable. It is in our NATURE," he stressed. "They ... kill. Shed blood. For sport. You know what they can do. You've been exiled from your OWN home-world ... by predators. You all have ghosts from your past ... put there," he said, "by predators. And, now, we are on the verge of ... being assaulted by the Arctic foxes, and after all the supplies and ... generosity we've given you ... you would deny our request for help?"
"You have plenty of ships," Wren whispered.
"None like Luminous."
"No. None like Luminous. And you're not having her. This is OUR ship ... we are under our OWN jurisdiction."
"Not in our space." Flint paused. Swallowed. His emotional thaw was ... cracking (a bit) ... his blood pressure rising. Pyro, just having entered the bridge, could see as much ... as he filtered over to tactical (where a lot of his new friends were bunched). Flint met Assumpta's eyes. Breathing, breathing. "We made great use," he said ... " ... of those stem bolts."
Assumpta tilted her head. "That is good to hear."
Flint ground his teeth. Swallowed. "You join us. You help us ... or we will take your ship. And we will use it FOR you."
"Try it," Wren whispered dangerously.
"Do not force our paw," Flint said.
"And don't tug our tail one more time, because ... I assure you ... we'll bite."
"That is your mistake," said Flint. And the channel ... cut.
"Sir, they're powering weapons. ALL of them," Rella said, voice shaking ... referring to the snow rabbit ships. "All of them are powering weapons."
Ketchy swallowed.
Chester shook, and Wren ... put his paws on the mouse's shoulders. Shushing him ...
Beep ... be-beep!
"The foxes!" said Rella. "They've used the snow rabbit's ... hesitation ... oh, my gosh ... we were the perfect diversion," she realized. "The fox's used the diversion we created ... to ... they're here!"
Denali had reached the shuttle-bay ... only to be told that the mission was off. Pyro had gone to the bridge, and Dotna had gone to the armory, and ... so, he'd filtered back to sickbay. Was almost there ...
... when the deck tilted beneath him. When the groan and scream of twisting metal met his ears. When sparks flew, and when ... flaring coolant leaks spat in his face. Vapor clouds ... coming from severed pipes. The otter coughing, rolling, keeping his nose to the floor ... breathing, breathing, crawling ...
... explosion!
The jolt of which threw the otter to the floor. Little shards of things, and dirty residue ... raining to his fur. And fire ... there was fire, for there was smoke ...
... coming from sickbay. All coming from sickbay.
The otter, eyes stinging, heart pounding, crawled forward ... no one had been in there. No one had been in there ...
... except Kody.
"Hull breach on C-deck! Our hull plating ... no effect!" shouted Rella. The bridge was dim, and the red lights were flashing, and ...
... shake!
Pyro fell to the floor. Yipped ... in a daze. Blinking, seeing a paw extended ...
... and he grabbed it. Was pulled up ...
... by Adelaide. Who gave him a brief, breathless nod.
Pyro nodded back.
"We're venting atmosphere!"
"Well, put up force-fields ... emergency repair teams ... C-deck ... "
"I can't tell which side is firing on us!"
"Just get us out of here!" Wren demanded, stumbling back to the conn. "Chester," he panted. "I don't care ... what direction, or what speed ... just GO!"
The mouse needed no bidding. Mice knew how to scurry, and he scurried Luminous' tail ... out of the fray. Into the clear.
"They're pursuing us!" Rella announced, sounding ... alarmed. Frayed. In disbelief.
"Who?"
"The snow rabbits ... my word ... and the foxes are following them."
"Maximum warp!" Wren demanded, going back to his chair. He was going to sit down ... for this one.
"Hold on, everyone," Chester whispered ... and sucked in a deep lung-ful of air, and ...
... wham!
"Uh ... "
" ... eek ... "
"Chitter ... "
"Bark!"
Furry sounds of surprised, even pained ... exclamation ... as everyone fell to the floor. Inertial dampeners slightly damaged in the blast to C-deck.
"Why ... why don't they have seatbelts on these things," Pyro asked. No one answering. He got up, and helped Adelaide up ...
Assumpta brushed her fur and her attire, looking meticulous (more so than any of them).
"They ... are we ... away?" Wren asked, going to Rella ... putting his paws all over her. Making sure she was okay.
"I gotta go ... I gotta go," said Adelaide. Field. Akira. She had to go ... no one stopped her ... as she slipped into the lift.
"Um ... we're away," said Chester, looking at the viewer. "We're back in open space," he whispered.
"We're leaking plasma ... like blood," Pyro realized. "If any predator ship spots us ... "
"We'll just have to chance it," Wren said. "For the moment ... "
A comm chirrup. "Denali to bridge ... "
"Yes?"
"We ... uh ... sickbay's pretty fried. It'll take a few weeks to repair. Um ... " His voice kept stopping. "Um ... there was, um ... "
"Oh, my word," Ketchy breathed, guessing it first.
"Kody," realized Wren, feeling a chill.
"He's dead," Denali said ... voice quavering. "I ... I ... there's nothing I can do. He was dead when I got there," the otter said.
Wren swallowed.
Rella squeezed his paw ... mouthing, "You okay?"
Wren nodded. Eyes watering. "Yeah," he mouthed back. "Yeah ... "
"Lieutenant Denali," Assumpta said, stepping into the conversation (seeing that the captain was too flustered to continue it). "Being that you are the secondary medic, I suggest you set up a temporary sickbay in the mess hall ... and treat any other injuries to the crew."
"Um ... okay ... I need some help, though ... I ... "
"I'll go." Ketchy raised a paw.
Assumpta nodded at her. "Proceed."
The squirrel scurried for the lift.
"I must go to engineering. I can help Juneau compose ways of throwing any possible predators off our tail ... until we can find a safe planet to repair at." The snow leopard moved away.
Rella nodded her thanks to Assumpta ... who nodded back.
Wren took a breath. "Um ... okay ... " He rubbed his eyes. Sniffled ... " ... mm ... alright. Everyone ... we got some things to figure out." A pause. "We need a home. A permanent home. We're gonna have to find one ... a planet ... one that no one's claimed. But, first, we need to ... find a safe place to sit and repair and ... fix things ... " He trailed. "Looks like we're back to being nomads." He looked around. "But we won't endeavor to stay that way." He flopped into his chair. Sighing. "We've been in twilight's perimeter for too long ... it's time to head directly into the light. We're not sitting still ... we're not giving up. We're going to find our own home ... and we're going to get our rest. Things WILL," he stressed, "work. Things will be okay." He looked around. "God will bless this crew ... just ... we just have to have faith. And ... we can't ... " He closed his eyes. Swallowed. "We can't give up now. We have to keep going." He opened his eyes. "Chester, steer us ... toward some clear star. Maybe we'll find something there."
"Aye, sir," the mouse said ... in his squeaky voice.
Wren stared blankly at the viewer. Where was this going? What would ... what was next? He was afraid to blink. Lest it catch him unaware.
"I should've been there."
"There was nothing you could've done," Adelaide whispered, paw on the mouse's side. It was a few hours later. Early, early morning ... neither had been able to sleep. They had clung to each other for hours. Dozing. Whispering to each other ... easing each other's fears. "Anyway, Akira's more important ... than you being on the bridge."
"Yeah ... "
"She's okay," Adelaide whispered. "You're okay. And so am I."
"But it could've ... "
"But it didn't. But it is," she stressed, "okay. Alright?"
A quiet nod.
The baby sleeping in her crib ... near the foot of the bed. And the bat and mouse ... snugged against each other ... half-covered by the blue sheets. In the dimness. Whispering ... of their love. Of their dreams. Of ... each other. Of ...
... the future. And their hopes.
And their wonders.
And, again, the "I love you's" ... whispered, worded, wonderfully ... kissed ... into each other's lips.
All to the tune of twilight.
And even ... into sleep. In their shared dreams.
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SNEAK PEEK Cost of Life Novel: Book 1: Love & Loathing CHAPTER 1 by Victor Dachs
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**CHAPTER 1** **TAKING A CHANCE** Chris nursed his drink slowly as he sat at the bar and let his mind wander. Club Lynx was a fairly nice place, one of the upscale gay bars in the area. The wood paneling on the walls and floors made the place seem retro, as if it belonged on Earth.
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[
"Action",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Military",
"Sci-Fi",
"Tiger",
"hook-up"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249722-sneak-peek-cost-of-life-novel-book-1-love-loathing-chapter-1
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**CHAPTER 1**
**TAKING A CHANCE**
Chris nursed his drink slowly as he sat at the bar and let his mind wander. Club Lynx was a fairly nice place, one of the upscale gay bars in the area. The wood paneling on the walls and floors made the place seem retro, as if it belonged on Earth. It was far enough from base to make the clientele a little less military, and Chris liked that. He didn't want to be recognized here. It would be a good place to meet a nice civilian guy, but that wasn't the reason he came here, especially tonight.
Five years ago today, the coup that brought about the first galactic civil war was in full swing. He remembered the chaos. Federation loyalists and rebel radicals fought openly in the streets of most every planet in the federation. He remembered clearly when it came to his doorstep. He was only a Colonel at the time, and was tying up some loose ends with the few rebel sympathizers in the military, when he got a phone call. It was a phone call he heard playing in his head every day since; the one telling him that both his parents and his sister had been murdered by the rebels. He remembered the fear frozen on their cold faces when he identified them in the morgue. He remembered the lacerations from the ropes tying them. He remembered the jagged slices through their necks. At the time, and even sometimes now, he hated knowing the specifics of that kind of killing. The ripped flesh around the cuts signified a somewhat dull blade, and the depth of the cuts went past their esophagi, which made it more than just a throat slitting. He had seen it done before. It was ugly business, slowly drowning on your own blood, and it took a long time. He wished he didn't have that knowledge. He wished he could have imagined their deaths being quick and relatively painless. But he knew. He knew what kind of pain they went through. In his nightmares he could hear gurgling screams.
He shook his head quickly to try to shake out the memories, quickly finished off his beer, and waved at the barkeep to bring him another. The young red fox nodded and grabbed another bottle from the fridge behind him. Popping open the cap, he set it in front of Chris. The fox stared at him a moment and sighed, his ears tilted slightly back with some kind of expression of worry on his face. Chris knew he wouldn't try to talk to him. The fox had worked there a while, and knew not to bother him on this day, if not exactly why.
Chris thought of the first couple times he had been to this bar. That fox, Kyle was his name, had come up to him and started hitting on him. Kyle was a good fifteen years younger than Chris, but he guessed that the fox just liked older guys. Chris wasn't much on the young ones, and thought that the fox was way too small for his large panther frame, so he turned him down. Much to Chris' chagrin, though, Kyle was persistent. He finally gave in and went home with the fox once, but it turned out to be an awkward affair. Kyle turned out to be a total bottom, and Chris hadn't had much experience as a top. Chris knew it was always going to be a one night stand, but it was still embarrassing for both of them. He didn't know why the few guys he met always pegged him as a top because of his size. It was quite frustrating, and one of the reasons he rarely got laid anymore.
He sighed as his mind chalked his failed love life on the blackboard of his bad mood. He wished he could bring himself to meet guys to actually date instead of just sleep with. Ever since his family's deaths, though, he could never open up to people. He quickly dismissed the idea of trying to pick up a nice lay tonight. He had never done it this day of the year. His mind always trailed off to what happened five years prior and the mood always left him. His ears twitched as he heard footsteps in his direction, but he continued to stare at his beer when he saw a lean tiger sit on the stool next to him out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey." The tiger said after he sat down. Chris glanced at him. The tiger was fairly cute, and seemed to be fairly close to his age, but Chris reminded himself that this was not the night for a hookup.
"Hi." He replied, simply. One of the tiger's perked ears turned to the side after the bland reply.
"I'm Jeremy." He said, obviously trying to start a conversation. Chris wondered why people couldn't just leave him to his mourning alone.
Chris just lowered his head and stared down without a response. He hoped that Jeremy would get the hint that he just wanted to be left alone. He got his wish after a long pause before the tiger sighed and left the stool.
"What's wrong with me?" Chris muttered almost silently to himself. The tiger was handsome, and seemed to have an interest in him, why couldn't Chris just suck it up and talk to him? Here he was sitting alone in a bar, still unable to even open up enough to just talk to him. It needed to stop, he decided. He turned to look for the tiger, but saw only his back as he went into the restroom near the end of the bar. He figured it was probably too late.
Jeremy sighed as he left the restroom. He had hoped that things would have gone better with the panther at the bar. He wondered what got him so down. The panther had been the only really attractive guy he had seen so far in the club. He really liked the bigger built guys. He told himself that it would just take some time to make some new friends in this town. He had just arrived here earlier in the day, and didn't have to check into his new unit until Monday, so he decided that he would spend his first Saturday in a new town out and about. It hadn't gone very well so far. Most of the guys in this club were either too young or too extreme for his taste, which is what attracted him to the panther most. He seemed like a perfectly normal guy, even if he was particularly depressed. He decided he'd just scan the club a bit more before leaving, when a large and rather drunk lion stumbled up to him and smiled awkwardly at Jeremy.
"Hey there cutie," the lion slurred loudly, "wanna fuck?"
"Uh, no thanks." Jeremy replied, trying not to sound too disgusted.
"Aw, come on man. You know you want some of this." The lion grabbed his own crotch, making himself look even more unappealing. He took a step toward Jeremy, but stumbled and fell forward on to him, almost knocking him over.
It was then that Jeremy realized how loud the lion was, and how much of a scene was being made. He looked around and saw almost all the faces in the club turned toward him and the lion.
"Yeah, I'm good without that, thank you." He replied to the lion just now getting his balance back, and started to walk away. The lion grabbed Jeremy's arm hard and yanked him back.
"Fuck no. You don't say no to me. No one says no to Renard."
Jeremy quickly sized up the situation. He knew it would have to come to a physical confrontation, as much as he didn't want to get into a bar fight on his first day in town. He quickly realized he would have a hard time getting out of the lion's grip, much less defending himself against the much larger, and much stronger looking lion. Despite the obvious disadvantage, Jeremy's ears went flat.
"Let me the fuck go." He said threateningly, baring his teeth at the lion. Jeremy hated fights, but could definitely hold his own due to his military training.
"Sure, after I get what's mine." The lion growled, still very drunk, but with that gleam of violence in his eyes and a smile on his muzzle.
"I believe he said 'no' already." A deep voice said from behind the lion before Jeremy could retort.
Jeremy looked up from the lion's face to see the panther from the bar. Comparatively, he was even larger than the lion that still clung to Jeremy's arm. The panther stood tall, and was definitely the most intimidating fur in the club, to include the bouncers. The lion turned to face the panther, and Jeremy saw a flash of fear cross the lion's face when he saw the panther's size.
"Who the fuck cares?" He yelled in the panther's face.
Faster than Jeremy could blink, the panther grabbed the lion by the throat and lifted him off the ground. The lion's grip instantly loosened on Jeremy's arm, freeing him.
"Maybe I do." The panther growled with the most menacing face Jeremy thought he had ever seen. If he was on the receiving end of that glare, he would have backed away without a thought. The lion struggled in the panther's grip, choking, as the bouncers finally made their way to the scene.
"Let him go, Chris. We got him." One of the bouncers, a bear, said.
Chris dropped the lion, who crumbled to the floor only to be picked up and led to the door by the bouncers. Chris' eyes stayed down for a moment then moved up to meet Jeremy's. His face changed instantly back to the sad face Jeremy saw at the bar, and looked down as if embarrassed. The panther started to turn back toward the bar, when Jeremy rushed up and touched him on the arm.
"Hey, thank you." He said, trying to look into the panther's sad eyes as he turned back to face Jeremy.
"It's nothing." The panther replied, still not meeting Jeremy's eyes. "I don't like it when big guys try to harass smaller ones." He turned back around and headed back to his bar stool.
Jeremy was intrigued by the panther. He wondered what it was that wasn't letting him look into Jeremy's eyes. He followed him to the bar, and sat on the next stool.
"It's Chris, right?" He said, perking his ears forward and trying to seem friendly even though that had failed before.
"Yeah."
"What's the matter?" Jeremy asked sincerely. He may not have known Chris at all, but it was one of Jeremy's flaws to try to help everyone. He didn't like seeing people so sad all the time.
The panther shook his head, ears down. "It's nothing."
"Come on. Something's bothering you." Jeremy put his hand out on top of the panther's. It seemed huge compared to Jeremy's. The panther ears perked up and his eyes went wide at the touch for a second before settling back down how they were.
"It's just." The panther sighed. "It's the fifth anniversary of my father's, mother's, and sister's murders." He closed his eyes as if against a horrible memory that conjured itself in the panther's mind.
Jeremy nodded slowly. "I know how that feels. My parents were murdered in the uprising, too."
Chris' ears perked up and he finally looked into Jeremy's eyes. The panther's eyes were a beautiful deep mahogany, intensified by the deep black fur around them. Jeremy smiled at him warmly.
"Drinking doesn't make it go away, and being alone while doing it makes it even worse." Jeremy continued, locking his gaze with the panther's.
"I... I don't have anyone else." The panther looked away.
Jeremy felt bad for the panther. No one deserved to be alone on a day like this. He hoped he wasn't being too forward, and hesitated saying what he wanted to.
"If you want, you can talk with me." He said finally, squeezing the panther's hand slightly. Chris looked to meet his gaze once more and Jeremy thought he could see a faint smile on his muzzle.
The pair talked at the bar for a while. Chris' mood seemed to slowly improve as they talked, first about their parents, then about nothing in particular. Jeremy liked the panther. He was an interesting guy, not to mention hot. He knew he shouldn't say that to Chris, not tonight at least, but he thought it often while they talked.
Chris paused for a moment and turned away from Jeremy to stare at his beer. "Would you, uh... Would you like to come over to my place?"
Jeremy was taken aback. He certainly wasn't expecting to go home with the panther, as inviting as it was. He noticed a twitch in the panther's tail and ears when he asked. Chris was nervous. Jeremy smiled warmly at the panther; his feelings about him seemed mutual.
"Sure." He said, smiling. Chris turned back to look in his eyes and for the first time smiled fully.
Chris unlocked the door to his apartment, ushering the smaller tiger through the door. He wished he had cleaned up some, but if Jeremy noticed, he didn't give any sign of caring. He didn't really know what attracted him to the tiger. Sure he was physically attractive, but so were a number of guys at the bar. There was something about Jeremy that pulled Chris toward him, something in his eyes. Chris stared at those golden eyes after he closed the door. Warmth washed over him, strange but welcoming. An unknown urge came over him. He rushed to the tiger and kissed him. At first Jeremy jumped at the contact, but he seemed to melt into the embrace. The tiger's arms wrapped around Chris as far as they could reach. Chris pulled Jeremy closer to him, now able to feel the swelling in the tiger's groin that matched his own. They broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes. Chris felt Jeremy's arms caressing his side and start to move for the buttons on his shirt. Chris mimicked this as they undressed each other until they were both standing in nothing but boxers.
Chris eyed the tiger's body; though not as big as Chris, his muscles were well defined under his orange fur. He saw Jeremy's tail twitch in excitement and the musk of the two males' arousal was thick. Chris was already starting to get hard just looking at the tiger. He met Jeremy's bright golden gaze and saw a slight smile across his muzzle. Chris saw no mischievousness behind that smile. It wasn't the sultry stare of someone who played the hook up game at bars and just looked for the next lay. It was a warm smile. It was welcoming.
He slowly moved forward and embraced the tiger in another kiss, moving his hands to the waistband of Jeremy's boxers. He shivered in excitement as he felt Jeremy's hands mirroring his. The pair slid each other's boxers down almost simultaneously while still kissing, and Chris pulled the tiger's hips to his, feeling the smooth flesh come into contact with his own. He moved his paw and put it around the tiger's member, gripping and moving his paw slowly up and down the shaft. He broke the kiss as he descended to his knees, bringing the tiger's cathood to his eyes. It wasn't as large as Chris', but it definitely wasn't small.
Jeremy gasped as Chris ran his tongue up the hard pink shaft, flicking his tongue as he reached the tip. Chris looked up and smiled at the tiger, who smiled back. Turning his attention back to the tiger's cock, he stroked it one last time before plunging it into his muzzle. Jeremy moaned at the contact, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Chris savored the taste and breathed in the tiger's male musk deeply. Jeremy's paw came down to the back of Chris' head, pushing slightly down as the panther worked the member in and out of his muzzle. Chris felt the tiger's slight shivers, and stopped before pushing him over the edge.
"Damn, you're good." Jeremy said between panting as Chris rose to his feet.
"Mmm thanks. Come on." Chris grabbed the tiger's arm, and led him to the bedroom. Jeremy chuckled as he followed.
Chris let go of the tiger at the foot of the bed. The panther went to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube he kept in the drawer. Walking back to Jeremy, he poured some of the gel into his paw. Chris looked up to see Jeremy tense slightly, staring at Chris' large hard on.
"Uh. I really don't think I could take that. I'm not that experienced as a bottom."
Chris just smiled in response, taking his lubed up paw, and grabbing Jeremy's shaft, slicking it down. "Good thing I'm not a top."
Jeremy let out a sigh of relief and a chuckle, "I had you pegged for a top, honestly."
Chris chuckled. "Most guys do. Apparently big guys can't enjoy getting plowed these days."
Jeremy laughed. Chris finished coating Jeremy's shaft with the cool gel, and fell back on the bed, lifting his knees and hips to apply the lube to himself. He moaned as he anticipated what was to come while his fingers worked in and out of his hole, coating it in gel. Jeremy walked forward once Chris removed his hands. The tiger grabbed Chris' legs, pushing them forward causing his hips to raise even further off the bed. Chris' moans grew louder as he felt the tip of the tiger's member slowly enter him. Jeremy pushed more until his shaft was fully in. Chris moved the lubed paw to his own member and started to stroke in time with the tiger's motions.
Chris moaned as Jeremy started going full swing. He heard Jeremy panting above him. He hoped he could keep from finishing before the tiger did. He was so turned on that he felt he could blow any second. He slowed his strokes slightly and breathed, concentrating on making himself last. He felt Jeremy start to thrust faster and harder, moaning through his labored breaths. The tiger was close. Speeding his strokes back up, he started thrusting back into Jeremy with his hips, hungry for the coming climax. Jeremy's moans grew louder, almost reaching the volume of Chris' until finally thrusting hard into the panther and almost roaring as he emptied himself into Chris. Almost immediately after, Chris thrust his hips up in a roar, spilling his seed onto his stomach. The two started to relax, panting hard.
"Damn... You... feel good." Chris said between breaths.
"God, you too." Jeremy replied. "Got you all messy." He smiled at the panther warmly.
"Nothing a washcloth can't fix." Chris smiled back, pulling the tiger down and kissing him.
Chris moaned as Jeremy pulled out of him. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, wetting down two washcloths. He threw one to the tiger, and wiped his stomach off with the other.
"Not completely clean, but we can shower later." He said, winking at Jeremy. Chris fell back to the bed, pulling Jeremy down with him. He shifted up to the tiger's back, putting his arm around him and cradling his muzzle to his neck. "That was great."
"Yeah," Jeremy sighed in relaxation, leaning back against the panther. "I'd love to do that again sometime."
Chris pecked a kiss to the back of the tiger's head, "Yeah, me too." He sighed contently. "Me too."
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The Wolf and the Lion by Doctor Otter
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#7 of Tail Underground - It was late and the darkness rolled in unexpectantly on the Lion-morph working on his documents. He hadn't realized it but the sun had already gone down as he slowly decided to take a stroll through his garden before he went to bed. He smiled gently looking around in the
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[
"Assassin",
"Fantasy",
"No-Yiff"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51793-the-wolf-and-the-lion
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It was late and the darkness rolled in unexpectantly on the Lion-morph working on his documents. He hadn't realized it but the sun had already gone down as he slowly decided to take a stroll through his garden before he went to bed. He smiled gently looking around in the complete darkness, but able to make out the sillouettes of the plants that were planted earlier that day. But for some reason, something didn't sit write with him, like something was a miss, not a miss exactly, but something was there that didn't belong. The king slowly looked around but saw no one, but suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him.
"Don't turn around... just stand exactly like you are..." the voice growled.
Arca stood in attention, listening to the sound as he shook his ear, "So, you assassin's come to finish the job you started earlier... you're going to finally kill me..." he said sternly with a hint of aggitation.
"Now now Arca... If I were here to kill you... I would have done that already... at least three times..." the voice said gently.
Arca looked puzzled "Three times? you must be an excellent assassin to sneak by these defences..."
The voice chuckled as a wolven figure stood behind him veiled in shadow, "Not assassin dear King... Ninja..."
Arca was familiar with the word after learning from the now Emperor Xing of his lands, "Ninja?! so you are from Han-Ma then..."
The figure leaned against a tree, his side to the king, "Not exactly Arca... though I did learn everything I know from there..." the figure said gruffly.
Arca closed his eyes softly as he wanted to turn around, but knew he couldn't, "What is it you want? Money? a possition of power? what?" the King demanded.
The figure stood behind him, almost dead behind him, "I merely have three demands king... three easy to follow and simple demands... one, My master is a fine man, he did not send me to you, no... I'm here for... different reasons, you may not agree with some of his ideals..."
Arca interupted and growled gently, "You mean Tail Raising..."
Suddenly, from the darkness a ninja-to appeared out of no where and across his throat, "Watch your tongue Arca... you wouldn't want this Dragon's Tooth to taste your blood do you?!"
Arca almost immediately knew what the weapon was made of "Orichalcum?! but... where'd you get such a metal..."
The Figure did not move the blade from his neck, "Never you mind Arca... the First demand is no harm will come to my new home-land's leader... GOT THAT?!?!"
Arca growled softly, "What's the second demand?"
He looked to him with utmost disdain, "Two... Sir Ian shall not be harmed either... Sir Ian means a lot to my leader, considering that Sir Ian has saved his life several times..."
Arca nodded "Fine then... what is the Final Demand..."
The figure slowly pulled his blade away and quickly resheithed it, "Last But not least... I want you to stop all this foolish non-sence about Tail Raisers being weak... You Hear me arca?!"
Arca growled audiably and clenched his fist, "so this is a tail raising issue, you're a terrorist aren't you?"
The Figure chuckled slightly, "are you filled with terror?" Arca turned around quickly to where the figure was, but found he was screaming at nothing, "OF COURSE NOT!!!!"
The Figure then reappeared behind him, slowly pacing back and forth behind him, "Then I'm not a terrorist..."
Arca grew quite aggitated at his antics and quickly went for his sword, only to be met with the blade at his neck again, "No, no king... we wouldn't want this sword to get to anxious..." said the figure, as he then pulled the blade away and slaped the sword away from the kings hand, sliding it away from the two.
Arca growled loudly again, "Who the hell do you think you are demanding such things from me?! Are you a Tail Raiser?!?!"
The figure replaced his sword and stared at the king, "once, years ago... but my carnal desires have been destroyed because of the likes of you... I have no love, no desire... just the darkness... just hatred for you... and all that you've done to me when I was younger..."
Arca snaped up, "so... you've come to exact your revenge on me..."
The figure started getting angry and placed the blade beside his neck, "TWENTY YEARS ARCA!!!! TWENTY GRUELING, HARSH, AND GOD FORSAKEN YEARS!!!!!!"
Arca didn't flinch what so ever, not faultering, "what ever you've done you've brought upon yourself..."
The Figure the put the cold metalic blade against his throat, so he could feel the sharpness of the blade, "You were the one who casted me out... you were the one who left me for dead... Turn around arca..." The King was hesitant, as he slowly closed his eyes and turned. After facing the figure he opened them to see a young wolven figure with a scar over one of his eyes, blue as sapphires, burning brightly with hatred, almost piercing the king's soul, yet a mask covered his muzzle so his true identy wouldn't be revealed. "Stare into thise Azure portals of mine so-Called King... stare into the eyes of the boy who's life you ruined twenty years ago... the boy whom you banished to the desert to the east..."
With that, the King suddenly fell backwards in utter horror, "Y... YOU?!?!?! IT... IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!" the king stuttered in terror.
"That's right Arca..." the wolf said, "STARE INTO THE EYES OF THE GHOST OF HUNTER VALE!!!!!" With that the wolf lunged at the king, intending to bury his blade into the King's heart, then suddenly, he stopped, the King stared on as the blade was mere inches away from piercing his flesh.
Suddenly, the figure closed his eyes, "Twenty years.... Twenty god forsaken years of suffering.... agony, the pain you had caused me Arca... the fury you embued into me..." then the figure pulled his blade away from the leader's chest and slowly replaced it into the sheith on his back, "and I still can't do it..."
Arca stared on as the young wolf obviously had pain in his eyes "Why?!" asked the king, "why can't you kill me?"
The wolf closed his eyes and said nothing, just simply turning away. "DAMNIT HUNTER!!!" he screamed loudly as he stood up, as if chasing after him, "If you can't tell me why you can't kill me... then just go ahead and slit my throat!!!!! TELL ME!!!!!"
With that the young wolf turned his head as he stopped, "Death isn't the appropriate fate for a misguided leader..." and with that, the young wolf vanished into the shadows.
It was at this time the guards finally came around, hearing the noice, "King Arca?! King Arca are you alright?!"
The king stood there for a moment and then looked to his Guards, "Yes... I'm fine... there's nothing to worry about... I was merely... merely reciting a play I saw recently..."
As the guards walked away obviously confused, Arca narrowed his eyes, he didn't know why he covered for the young ninja wolf, perhaps because he knew he would possibly never find who he really was, it was already impossible to find out if he was really Hunter Vale... the Young king slowly began walking back towards his quarters, it was late, and he had much to do tomarrow...
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The Morning After by Jay1743
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The light from the sunrise shines through the window and onto Claudia' face, waking her out of her restless sleep with a groan. The rabbit's head is throbbing, and her body aches. As she opens an eye slightly to stare around the unfamiliar room, the realization strikes her that a stranger's arms are
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"Bunny",
"Digestion",
"Knot",
"M/F",
"Oral",
"Rape",
"Shower",
"Snuff",
"Vaginal",
"Vore (soft)",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97919-the-morning-after
|
The light from the sunrise shines through the window and onto Claudia' face, waking her out of her restless sleep with a groan. The rabbit's head is throbbing, and her body aches. As she opens an eye slightly to stare around the unfamiliar room, the realization strikes her that a stranger's arms are wrapped around her. And his engorged cock is tied snugly inside her.
Claudia tries desperately to remember how she ended in this room, her mind clawing at the fog of the previous night's events. She and James, her boyfriend, had gone out to celebrate his birthday in one of the seedier parts of town. They had both had a bit too much to drink. Everything after that is a blur. She has no idea how she got here.
A deep snore beside her pulls her back to the present. She turns her head slowly, to get a better look at the stranger without waking him up. He is behind her, spooning with her. One of his arms is wrapped around her, fondling her breasts, and the other under her, is supporting her head. His frame is massive and muscular, covered with soft grey fur. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches of a glimpse of his face. He's a wolf, sleeping with a very contented look on his face.
As for herself, Claudia looks much like one would expect a bunny to look after a night of passion with a wolf. Her fur is matted all over, and sticky in several places with the remnants from last night's activities. Her aching shoulder is dotted with red, where his love bite broke the skin. Her normally tight tailhole stretched out from when he had obviously taken her rear. Inside of her, she can feel the pressure from his oversized cock and several loads of wolf cum locked inside.
Ever so delicately, Claudia starts to extricate herself. With much effort, she is able to lift his enormous arm, and sets it down on his on his naked thigh as gently as possible. She pulls her arms under her, and gracefully lifts her head off his other arm. Then she gives her midsection a tug, to no effect. His knot is locked tight inside of her vagina. She gives another tug, again to no effect. The third time, she hears him groan in his sleep from the stimulation his cock is getting.
Claudia decides to try tugging from a different angle. Crawling on all fours, she turns herself around on the bed, corkscrewing herself around his cock. She groans pleasantly as she feels his tip dragging against her inner walls. Then she feels the added warmth and pressure as he spurts inside of her, his body shuddering in pleasure. In desperation, she reaches a paw down between her legs, and begins massaging his balls and the base of his cock, willing the knot to go down. James, her boyfriend, is also a rabbit, so knotplay is not something she's had a whole lot of experience with. All she does is succeed in further pleasuring the horny wolf.
Claudia is startled almost senseless when the canine, awakened by her unintentional pleasuring, reaches up and pulls her back into spooning position. "Mmmm... so last night wasn't enough? My little bunny wants more?" he says, as he begins to thrust his engorged cock around inside her. In spite of herself, Claudia groans in ecstasy, as the wolf hits all the right spots. Not that that's hard when you're as big as he is.
"Please... nrfff... let me.....ohhhh.... go."
"Oh, I don't think you want to leave. We're just getting started." he says, as he lowers his head and starts chowing down on her nipples.
An electric shock runs through Claudia as she is ravished by the wolf. His tongue is doing amazing things with her sensitive breasts, things no man has ever done for her before. Soon, her lapine nature kicks in, and she begins thrusting back at him eagerly. He groans as her tight snatch squeezes around him like a warm glove.
That old familiar tingling sensation runs through her, followed by a massive orgasm. She clamps down on the wolf like a vice. A few more thrusts, and the wolf lets out a feral howl as he cums in her once more. Then they both slump back in the bed, exhausted.
After a few minutes of post-orgasmic bliss, Claudia works up the nerve to question the wolf.
"Who are you? How did I get here?", she asks sheepishly.
The wolf stares at her blankly for a few seconds. "You really don't know?"
Claudia shakes her head, obviously troubled by her inability to remember.
"At the bar last night, you and the guy you were with got plastered. He left with another woman from the bar. A skunk, I think. You, uhh... didn't take it well. I think you hooked up with me to spite him."
Claudia searches her memory for any trace of what he's saying, but again comes up empty.
"Oh, and I'm Theo", the wolf adds, helpfully.
"Claudia", she replies, blushing self-consciously as she realizes how ridiculous it is to introduce herself to him while his cum is leaking out around his shaft and running down their legs.
They spend the next few minutes making awkward small talk, as Theo's engorged knot shrinks. Finally, he pulls out of her, with an almost audible pop. His dark red cock is followed by a huge gout of cum, which pools underneath Claudia on the sheets. She sighs contentedly, as the pressure inside her subsides. Claudia stands up, taking a more detailed survey of herself. It's even worse than she first thought.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" she asks.
The wolf is laying belly up on the bed. His face is a mask of sheer contentedness, his still-hard cock waving in the air. "Be my guest. The bathroom is right there", he says, pointing to a door on the far wall.
Claudia makes her way into the bathroom. The bathroom, and everything in it are huge - probably the reason the over-sized wolf chose to live here. Like the bedroom, it's a bit shabby and run-down. She steps into the tub, pulls the curtain closed, and turns on the shower. Water arcs down on her from high overhead, and she begins the laborious task of scrubbing her fur clean. All she wants right now is to clean herself up and get the hell out of here.
Claudia is too distracted with her grooming to notice the wolf as he creeps into the bathroom. He slides the shower curtain aside, and slips behind her into the hot shower.
"I decided I could probably use a shower too", he says mischievously.
Claudia is irritated by the wolf's advances. Last night she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing. This morning was an accident, albeit a very enjoyable one. But it has to stop now. Claudia already has a boyfriend, even if he is cheating scum. And she only just met this wolf.
Claudia turns around to tell the wolf off only to come face-to-face with his crotch. His still engorged dark-red cock sways gently as water bounces off it. Laying down, Claudia hadn't realized how truely humongous the wolf was. He could easily be the largest canine she's ever seen.
"I also, uhh... had a favor to ask." he says, reaching a paw around the back of her head and nudging her towards his cock.
She forcefully pushes his arm away. "No. Please leave." she says, her voice deadly serious.
"Come on, you know you want to."
"Get out!"
"Well, if you're going to be that way...", the wolf says, ominously. Quick as lightening, his paws reach out. He grabs her by the back of the head and the shoulders, dragging her face first against his very erect cock.
"And you better not bite, bitch, or it'll be the last thing you do."
"No, please, let...."
Her words are cut off in mid-sentence as he thrusts forcefully into her mouth.
Claudia gags as his huge cock fills her mouth and hits the back of her throat. She can taste her own juices on him, but the overwhelming taste is of his cum. She whines, tears welling up in her bright blue eyes.
"Oh yeah", he sighs.
She tries to pull off of him, but a wolf paw on the back of her head prevents her from moving backwards. He starts thrusting, face-fucking her slowly. She can taste the bitter essence of his pre-cum on her tongue. His growing knot begins to fill her field of view.
Realizing that there is no way out of this other than giving the wolf what he wants, Claudia decides to give in. She starts sucking him as best she knows how. She'd sucked plenty of cock before, but never one this big. If she tried, she might barely be able to wrap both of her paws around his girth. She reaches up a timid paw and starts playing his balls, and then starts squeezing and jerking the base of his shaft with her other paw. The reaction is almost instantaneous.
"Oh loooooooord...." he says, as the hand on the back of her head slackens.
By now, the pre-cum had begun to pool in her mouth and drool down her face. With some difficulty, she manages to swallow it, causing the wolf to shudder ecstatically. Theo can't believe how good she is at this. He definitely won't last long.
She reaches both paws to his knot, and starts squeezing it, imitating a tie, while sucking with all her might. This pushes the wolf over the edge. He pulls her down even further on his cock, his glans slipping down her throat as he cums. He lets out a rough growl as he drains himself once more into the wonderful bunny. Claudia, gagging on his enormous size, is powerless to do anything but keep her throat open and swallow his load.
Eventually the flood slows to a trickle. Theo pulls out, the last of couple of spurts splattering across Claudia's face and chest. She collapses to the floor, sobbing and panting for air, as the water continues running over her.
Theo picks the exhausted bunny up by the scruff of her neck, holding her at eye level. "Can't have you going to the police, now can I?." He smiles at her, his big whitish-yellow teeth looming large in front of her, and a faintly familiar smell on his breath. Claudia is too terrified to cry out, which suits the wolf just fine. Gripping her at the waist, he shoves her face-first into his maw, his tongue slapping against her eyes and snout. Claudia, belatedly realizing the danger of inaction, begins flailing and kicking as best she can. Her struggles succeed in amusing the hungry wolf, but little else. He tilts back his head and gives a huge swallow, pulling the lapine in up to the torso. His tongue laps at her breasts, tasting her. Claudia tries crying out as loud as she can, but the wolf's vice-like gullet squeezes it into a barely-audible sob.
Theo swallow again, pulling Claudia in to her knees. His tongue darts between her legs, lapping her inside and out. Theo can taste the remnants of the morning's activities. The sudden, unexpected sensations take Claudia by surprise and she stops struggling.
Another swallow, and Claudia is pulled entirely inside him, into his gullet up to her ankles. Theo takes a minute to tickle her footpaws with his tongue, causing her to kick and wriggle inside him, just the way Theo likes. One final swallow, and he feels her slide all the way down.
Claudia is shoved face-first into his stomach, forced by the tight confines to curl into a ball. Next to her is something furry and un-moving. "LET ME OUT!" She kicks and punches the stomach wall furiously, to no effect. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she can better see the fur she is sharing the stomach with. He's clearly dead, his skin and fur melted away by the harsh stomach acids, which are starting to make her skin tingle. She turns him over so she can see his face, and screams.
Theo flops on the bed, his stomach wriggling pleasantly. He never gets tired of the sensation of live prey struggling inside him. Bunnies have always been his favorite. They're great fucks too. Theo wonders if Claudia ever caught on to his lie about last night. How Theo had helpfully offered Claudia and her boyfriend James a ride home from the bar. How they were too drunk to realize he was taking them back to his apartment. How he had taken them both for his pleasure, and made James his midnight snack. Ah well. There's always tomorrow night.
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tale of bunny love by dbj_rab
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another old story wrote - It's a clear and cloudless night. The moon is shinning bright down on the land. A bunny sits underneath a tree in the shadows, crying softly to himself head down in his arms with his legs curled up. As he sits crying in his depression, thinking suicidal thoughts,
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[
"Bisexual",
"M/M/F"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464780-tale-of-bunny-love
|
It's a clear and cloudless night. The moon is shinning bright down on the land. A bunny sits underneath a tree in the shadows, crying softly to himself head down in his arms with his legs curled up.
As he sits crying in his depression, thinking suicidal thoughts, occasionally looking up and at the moon and stars thinking of why he's so lonely and can't do things right, a pair of late night runners come jogging through and hear him.
They decide to stop and see who's crying and what they could do to help.
The pair approach him softly. The male, a dog and the female a cat, look around and see him inert leaning against the tree trunk.
"Hey, what's the matter?" the woman asks softly.
"Huh?" the rabbit said as he looks up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your evening run. You don't have to worry about me, go on about your life," he whispers.
"Oh c'mon. We just want to help you if we can," the male said.
"No, don't worry about me, a complete stranger. I won't be along here soon anyway," he said and turns his face away from them looking out at the river.
The two get together and whisper "Oh, man. It looks like this guy is suicidal. Do you think we should take him home?" the dog asked.
"Yeah, let's do that. We don't want to have any more news of suicides. I'm sure we can give him a reason to go on living," the cat said.
"Hey, buddy. Are you homeless? We can let you stay with us for a day or so if you want," the dog said.
The rabbit turned his head, still crying, "R-R-Really? You'd put up with a complete stranger? That would be nice to sleep in a bed again before I go..."
"Really, It's okay. We want to help if we can. We're counselors and helping people out is what we love to do in life," the cat said.
"Well, all right, if I won't be a bother," the rabbit said, getting up.
The pair help him up and walk towards their apartment, which isn't too far from the river trail.
They soon reach the apartment door. "Well, here's our humble abode," the dog said.
The rabbit looks around. It has a very spacious living room, a kitchen area off to one side, three doors off the another side-which leads to separate bedrooms and a bathroom, and a big closet chest.
"Wow, you guys must be lucky to be able to live with each other in this place." The rabbit said.
"Yeah, it helps being roommates," the cat said.
They put the rabbit down on the couch. "Do you want anything to drink or eat before we go to bed?" the cat asked.
"No, that's okay. Don't need to waste food on me," the rabbit said as he curled up and went to sleep. The cat put a spare blanket on him and the two went to sleep.
As morning approached, the rabbit woke with a start. He then remembered what had happened last night. He looked around and pinched himself a little to make sure it wasn't a dream. "Ouch" he thought to himself as he pinched. "Wow, two generous people actually took me in and let me sleep with them."
The rabbit turned to hear noises of a shower running in the bathroom and the dog stepped out, completely naked.
"Oh, I see that you're awake. Do you want to take a shower, while I cook breakfast?" he asked
The rabbit couldn't help but stare at the dog' well endowed sheath, which had a bit of his red dick popping out.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to put on a robe. Hope you don't mind," he said.
The rabbit nodded that he didn't, and soon got up to use the bathroom.
He entered the steamy room, and the dog came up from behind him.
"Do you need any help?" he asked in a friendly voice.
The bunny looked him over, and whispered "No, not really. But if you wouldn't mind, my legs are a bit stiff from sitting under the tree all day yesterday."
"Hey, no prob. I'm not a homophob if that's what you're thinking. I consider myself to be bi." The dog replied.
The rabbit blushed a bit, and said "Umn.. I uh, ...I am also of the same preference."
The dog smiled and said, "Don't worry. We don't have to do anything."
The rabbit didn't say anything, stood there numb.
The rabbit looked up at the dog as he felt a paw on his shoulder.
The dog smiled, eyes pouring out tenderness and love.
The rabbit smiled back softly, and let the dog help him undress.
As the rabbit was naked, the dog remarked, "Wow! You're not so bad down there."
The rabbit blushed and said "Thanks. I wish I could be big as you. You're so great looking."
The dog blushed in turn. "Well, do you want me to help you out with the hard to reach areas?"
"Um, sure. That would be nice," the rabbit said as he entered the tub.
The dog soon came in behind him.
He soon massaged the bunny's back. "Oh, wow. That feels good." He sighed.
"Great. You need to relax more. By the way, my name is Ben," he said.
"Mine's David," the rabbit groaned as he felt the tension leave his body.
Ben continued to rub along the rabbit's back and shoulders, while David washed his chest and legs, enjoying the sensation of being massaged.
Soon, Ben was done and was getting out of the tub, so David could finish washing himself.
"Oh, are you done already?" he asked.
"I got to get breakfast started," Ben replied.
"Oh, okay.. Thanks for the massage," David said feeling a bit guilty.
He kicked himself, "How can you be such an idiot. He must already have a lover. I'll never find someone," he thought to himself.
He finished taking his bath, feeling more depressed but tried not to show it as he smelled Ben cooking eggs and ham.
"Hmmm, smells delicious," David said as he dried himself off and quickly got dressed.
"Thanks. Cooking is one of my hobbies." Ben replied.
"So.. why did you and the cat decide to take me in?"
"We wanted to make sure you didn't commit suicide, plus you looked kind of cute," Ben said with a smile.
"Oh," blush, "thanks I guess. So have you and ..."
"Mindy"
"You and Mindy been together for a long time?"
"We've been roommates and sometimes lovers when the need rises for a few months. We each have our own lives and respect that. She's got her boyfriends and I've got mine as well."
"Ah must be an interesting life."
"It does have it's draw backs, especially when our rooms are next door and we can sometimes hear the other when it gets noisy," Ben said with a smirk.
"Huh. Does Mindy always sleep in this late?"
"Yeah, I don't mind though. It gets me more time to get ready for the day and to have the bath before she takes over, which can last for some time."
"Speaking of which, she should be getting up about now," Ben said.
He neared her door and knocked, "Mindy, breakfast is ready, and our guest is awake."
"Okay give me a couple of more minutes," came the sleepy response.
She soon got out and quickly showered and sat down with the guys at the table.
"Wow, Ben. You outdid yourself this time," she smiled as she ate, winking at David.
"So, did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Um, yeah. Thanks for the hospitality, but I'd better be going. I don't want to impose on you guys anymore," David said.
"C'mon now. Quit feeling sorry for yourself. Stay with us as long as you want. We have more than enough room," Mindy said.
"Sigh, well if you really wouldn't mind having some one like me..."
"Stop it. Of course we don't mind. Just let us pick your brain and tell us what happened to you. You'll feel better if you do," Mindy said.
"All right, Mindy. Thanks. Thank you too Ben," David said.
"Good. Now that that's settled, we have to get to class. You can stay here for as long as you want. We'll talk some more after we get back, okay?" she said with a smile.
"Yeah. I'll try not to make too much of a mess while you're gone," David said.
They soon left for campus, while David remained behind to reflect back and think of what he was going to do. He also took the time to look around the apartment.
The apartment was barely big enough for a group of people, but about 10 or so could fit in with some room to breath. David decided to just relax and not think about what he might have done last night if they haven't stopped by. He flipped on the TV and watched shows until his eyes blurred.
After a while, he simply slept and was startled awake when Mindy came in.
"AH, good. You're still here," she said as she saw him come awake.
"Yeah.. I hope you don't mind." He said.
"No, not at all... It's good to have someone else here." She replied.
She then placed her backpack into her room and slinked off to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything to eat?"
"Umm, just a sand-which would be fine."
"All right. I'll also get us some drinks."
They soon sat together eating in silence.
"So.. where's Ben?" David asked.
"He still has some classes and a part time job to go to."
"AH, how about you? Do you work?"
"Yeah, but at a more flexible schedule."
"So... do you want to talk about what you were almost going to do last night?" she asked softly.
"Umn.. no not really. I'll tell you maybe later when Ben is here as well." He responded.
"Oh, okay. Just take your time. We just want to help..." she smiled and winked at him, leaning forward a bit to expose her bosoms a bit.
David glanced down and blushed a bit.
"Well, you guys are just too much. I still can't believe you took me in. I'm grateful. I'll do what I can to help out while I'm here."
"No problem. You're kind of cute." Mindy giggled, and reached down underneath the table to rub lightly against David's thigs and reached up towards his bulge.
"Ulp. Uh Mindy, are you sure you should be touching me like that? Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"No, I don't. I'm just a free spirit right now," she purred.
David then leaned forward to kiss her.
They soon embraced and started to hold each other, and move towards the bedroom door.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" David asked.
"Yes, I'm so horny right now, and you look like such a stud," Mindy responded.
"All right. Just so you know it's been awhile since I've been with anyone."
"No problem.. We can take it slow, if you want" she murred.
They soon went into her bedroom and started to disrobe each other.
"Wow, what a gorgeous bod!" David thought to himself as he looked at her.
"Seesh is he ever hung!" she exclaimed to herself as she took in his 9" cock.
She bent down to fondle it and caress his balls.
David moaned as he felt her soft touch and rough tongue lick his dick head.
"Ohhh, that feels good," he sighed.
He then bent down to pick her up and lick and suck on her breasts.
"ohhh, gasp. Don't stop that feels good too," she panted.
Both were soon moaning and groaning as they fell against the bed and were rubbing against each other hard.
David was soon rock hard, and Mindy put on a rubber and started to rub his cock against her vagina.
She then stradled him and started to push herself on top of him.
He gasped as he felt her tightness squeeze against his dick.
"Ohh, man you're so tight.." he gasped.
"Gods, you're so huge. I've never felt anything like this before!" she shouted.
Both were soon groaning in pleasure as Mindy started to ride up and down on him faster and deeper.
She soon gasped and convulsed as she reached her climax, her muscles tightening harder against David's dick, causing him to grunt and thrust his hips hard into her as he moaned and came in the rubber.
Both were soon panting for breath as they collapsed onto each other.
"Wow, that was incredible," Mindy sighed.
"Yeah, that was just great," David moaned.
They soon heard a short yip and heavy panting as they looked in to doorway to see Ben standing there, jerking himself off as he watched their playing.
"Wow, you guys were good. Can't wait to feel that inside my ass," he said with a wink to David.
David blushed a little as he saw Ben's huge 11" dog cock, spurting with cum all over.
He got up and went to lick it clean. Ben leaned back and growled softly as David's tongue licked up every drop.
"Hmmm, tasty," David replied.
Mindy was too tired to watch anymore and fell asleep.
Ben and David decide to leave her and they went into Ben's room.
"Well, shall we continue? If you're horny enough that is," Ben said.
"Hey, I'm game. Just let me get another rubber."
"No, that's okay. We guys don't need one," Ben said with a wink.
He reached out and grabbed David, kissing him passionately.
David moaned for breath as he felt Ben's tongue enter his mouth.
Both were getting hard again, and were soon rubbing against each other as they leaned down onto Ben's bed.
"Wow, you are hung," David remarked.
"Feh, so are you," Ben said.
Both soon started to groan as they jerked each other off...moaning in pleasure.
They soon kissed and started to suck on each other, deep and hard.
David almost choked on Ben's massive dick, but was throating him with no problem.
He soon came after a few minutes and spurted all over David's face.
"Wow, you sure don't take your time to cum, do you?" he smirked.
"Huh, just your doing... I don't generally cum so fast," Ben replied as he went back to work of David's cock.
David moaned and started to thrust himself into Ben's mouth, suddenly yipping as he pushed hard into the gapping mouth spurting his seed down the back of Ben's mouth.
Ben almost gagged on the large amount that David spurted.
"Gulp, pant. Wow, you sure do know how to cum!" they both exclaimed.
"You haven't seen nothing yet," Ben said with a smile as he reached over and pushed David onto all fours, lifting his tail to reveal his tight pink hole.
Ben bent to give it a quick lick and fingered it deep.
David groaned as he felt the invading finger enter him. It has been a long time since he has felt this kind of action.
Ben stopped as he saw tears come down David's face.
"Are you allright?" he asked with concern.
"Yeah, it's just been a long time since I had another male," David replied.
"Oh, okay. Do you want to still continue?" Ben asked.
"Hell, yeah. I've got to have you in me!" David exclaimed.
He thrusted back into Ben's embrace and pushed against his waiting dick.
Ben growled as he entered David's tight anus.
"AH, gods that feels soooo good," David groaned.
Ben continued to thrust in slowly until he was all the way in.
"Does it hurt?" he asked as he pushed in deep.
"Gah, a little, but don't stop," David moaned, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Ben then continued to pump in and out slowly, making sure David was okay before going into hyper mode.
Ben then quickly thrusted in and out faster and harder as David's ass tightened hard around his dick, milking it for all he was worth.
Ben growled as he suddenly thrusted in hard and deep, panting and sweating as his knot swelled into David's ass, and as he came and spurted dog seed into David's insides.
David gasped and cried out a little as Ben's knot entered his hole and expanded his ass even more.
Both were soon panting and gasping for breath as Ben leaned over and panted into David's ear, "Man, you're really good. I'm glad we met."
"Ohh, man. You're so sexy and huge. Pant, I love you guys.." David groaned.
They simply lay together while waiting for David's knot to swell down and exit David's hole.
Both grunted as they soon got up and took a shower to clean themselves off.
As they exited the bathroom, Mindy was up and she went in to do the same thing.
After getting dressed, they soon sat down on the couch and David decided to tell his two new lovers and friends about what was going on when they first met him...............
To be continued..........
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The Sagely Bard: The Alin Raven story by Doctor Otter
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#2 of Tail Underground - It has been so long since I've spoken of my past... I am Alin Raven, son of Tarin Raven, the great high mage of Arca and Alhilia Raven. Growing up for me was normal, I'd go out to play in the woods, I'd come home dirty and I'd get a lecture about how I should keep my fur
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[
"Bear",
"Fantasy",
"No-Yiff",
"Nudity"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51794-the-sagely-bard-the-alin-raven-story
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It has been so long since I've spoken of my past... I am Alin Raven, son of Tarin Raven, the great high mage of Arca and Alhilia Raven. Growing up for me was normal, I'd go out to play in the woods, I'd come home dirty and I'd get a lecture about how I should keep my fur clean. After a few years, my mother began to teach me how to use the pan pipes, a simplistic yet beautiful instrument. She taught me just the basics of Bardic Music, like aiding in plant growth and making smaller, less intelligent creatures dance for me. I grew fond of those pipes and after learning them I'd go out to the woods and simply play. As I played it seemed the nature around me danced in wonderment and excitement to my tunes! I continued hoping that it'd never end, but unfortunately, it wouldn't last long.
I remember the night the incident happened. My mother was tucking me into bed and suddenly, there was a bang at the door and voices all around the downstairs. My mother would tell me to stay in bed whilst she saw what had happened. She flung the door open and I would never believe my eyes. A Dark figure stood over the bloodied body of my father.
I Couldn't see the man infront of him, all I heard was my father yelling to my mother, "Take Alin.... Take Alin and run!" as he levitated one if his rings to my mother's gentle paws.
I still remember his last words... "Alin... Must survive.." and with that, the figure burried his sword into my father's heart, silencing him forever. My mother acting quickly, closed the door and locked it, then barracading it with my dresser. She then chanted something in a low sort of hum that I couldn't understand as she placed the ring on my finger, as it shrank to fit my size. Just as she finished the door started to give in to whatever was wanting enterence.
With that, my mother took a small bag, the very bag she carried her pan pipes, saying, "Follow the path that leads down to the river in which I showed you how to make the Rats Dance, I will meet you there later... now Run Alin... Run as fast as your little legs can carry you!" I jumped onto the roof of the porch and then gently jumped down from there without a scratch. From there I ran into the woods like instructed until I heard a loud BANG just behind me. I stopped to find that my mother had been thrown through the door with such force, it slammed against the outter wall of the house. As she lay upon the ground lifeless, I noticed one thing amiss about her, a Dagger that was stuck in her breast, burried in her heart. In fear I ran farther, I saw her dead body, but I refused to believe it, I knew she would keep her promise...
For three days I waited for her. Three long and grueling days. That was when I came to realization that she wasn't coming, I was left all alone. I tried to take the ring off and cast it into the river, cursing it for reminding me of my parents, but it would not budge. I had no other choice but to open the bag, with tears filling my eyes I looked what was inside. Not only were my mother's pan pipes inside, but a small piece of bread. Having not eaten in three days, I found myself peckish and ate the bread hastily, as a starving child would. I washed the bread down with water from the river, and found myself having no choice but to play. I wet my lips gently and began to play what I felt in my heart. Alone, scared, forgotten, I was merely a boy on his own in a world that's unforgiving and unrelenting. As I played, nature around me seemed to felt my sorrow, the trees began to droop in sadness, the wolf would howl at the feeling of abandonment. After I finished playing, there was a strange clapping coming from behind me. There stood a young half man-half goat thing I've never seen before.
"Do not be afraid my child" it said to me gently. "I heard your tune from afar and I came to admire it, as I feel your pain..." he would say.
"Who... who are you?" I would ask hesitantly.
"Oh a thousand pardons" he said, "I am Pan and I am here to help my boy. For your music has touched my heart and my soul, as well as the heart and soul of this forest." and with that, he placed a photograph within my bag, but I couldn't see what he put into it.
I trained with Pan for 15 years of life, learning to play music, learning to defend myself, he even taught me how to harness bits of power from the ring my mother gave me. Upon the day I turned 20 I finally finished my training. Pan told me this and kissed my forhead, which turned my head fur into a wonderous shade of red, that wasn't there before. I then found myself in a familiar town, but unfortunately, I had no outer wearings, so I had to hide away into the alleyway and find some clothing. After finding some old pants no one wore with a huge hole in them, which I quickly patched up by using some of my magic to summon the necissary materials.
From there, I wondered the streets, hearing of the latest of the king's decrees, against something called "Tail Raising." I at the time had no idea what it had meant, but I was curious. I had also heard of a refuge from such things known as the "Tail Underground" I found myself at it's front doorstep and made my way in. I made my way to the bar and asked for the owner of it.
"What would you have of the owner?" the tender asked.
"I wish to find a job, I need a place to stay and food to eat after all."
With that, we made a bet, I bet the tender that I would make the entire tavern literally throw money at the tender for a drink. He accepted and showed me where the stage was. I looked and found only one single patron within the bar. I though I was done for, but I began playing anyhow. I used the magic from the ring to aid in my playing and sure enough, the Camel would stand up and pay out his tab, but also left some extra as a tip. It was at that point that he revealed himself to me as Ian Soulfox and as the owner of the Tail Underground. He set me up within the dressing room with a place to stay and would feed me as long as I performed for everyone in the tavern.
The young bear smiled as the focus finally shifted off of him, "and that's how it's been for seven years since... I've lived here with Ian and now... I've met you Hiei."
The young rabbit, dressed in his Kimono, blushed as they sat at the piano and ran his paws gently over the Keys, "My, that is a long and interesting story Alin..." he said.
Alin Nodded softly, "Indeed... I've a long life ahead of me too."
Hiei then looked over to the bear and blinked, "But there's one thing I wanna know... That picture... what was it of?"
The bear scratched his chin and looked back to Hiei, "You mean the one Pan gave me?" he asked. The young rabbit smiled and nodded with glee, hoping to learn what was on it. "Alright..." he said gently and went for his pouch, "I'll show you." He pulled out the photograph as Hiei looked at it. It was a picture of Alin and his family in a happier day when they were still alive.
Hiei blinked a bit, "Are those... your parents?" he asked.
Alin nodded softly and replaced the picture, "And to this day... I've still no idea how he got his hands on it either..." The two of them then sat there, in a quiet silence, just enjoying each other's company, but there was still one more story yet to be told...
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Morning Wood by Jag
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Morning Wood By Jag Contains M/M yiff and cock vore Vaper and Kicer (c) Jag Vaper stood with his arm raised in the air, gripping the steel bar in his paw of the bus as he rode in the cities bus, having to stand since it was overcrowded, much like it was everyday when he got out of work. His slick
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[
"Anal",
"Bathing",
"Cock Vore",
"Cum Digestion",
"Death",
"Feline",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Otter"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10167-morning-wood
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Morning Wood By Jag Contains M/M yiff and cock vore Vaper and Kicer (c) Jag
Vaper stood with his arm raised in the air, gripping the steel bar in his paw of the bus as he rode in the cities bus, having to stand since it was overcrowded, much like it was everyday when he got out of work. His slick brown and cream color fur smelled like food and grease, something he liked for the first few days when working at the restaurant. Now it the smell just hung on his clothes and fur for the rest of the day once he got out of work, which made him want a shower everyday when he got home, which was starting to work up that part of his apartment bill. His large brown tail hung through the back of his blue jeans, the tip almost reaching the floor of the bus. His nose twitched some as the bust stopped to let more people on. He sighed to himself and used his free paw to stroke his muzzle, his whiskers pushing back some as he did so. Looking at his reflection in the bus window as he stood he admired his form, always loving being an otter, a cute one at that from what everyone else had told him.
Today was just like any other, routine. Waking up and trying to get over his little problem before taking a shower and running a couple errands, then to work for nine hours. Vaper was happy though, tomorrow would be different. Instead of the usual Friday, he got time off of work and would get to go to the airport and pick up his boyfriend. It was going to be the first time the two of them could meet and actually be alone in his apartment for the entire weekend. It was going to be so much fun for the two of them, he just hoped that one little bodily function that had been acting up recently wouldn't make itself known.
He almost stumbled and fell when the bus pulled up to his own stop, not realizing where he was as his thoughts were tracing back to his boyfriends body. His cute gray fur, his button nose, cute tail, his sexy rump. Overall he was such a good looking kitty. Vaper smiled to himself as he got off the bus, watching it pull away. It was already starting to get dark, having wasted most of the day cooking for people. Vaper checked left and then right before quickly walking across the street, rummaging through his pocket until he found his key. Pulling open the apartment building door, he walked quickly up two flights of stairs before reaching his door. Unlocking it with his key he pushed the door open and walked inside, setting his keys on the center counter before heading over to the bathroom. He slid the glass shower door open and started to work off his shirt, pulling off the white collared shirt that he had put on for work. He tossed it into the hamper, sinking the shot and making a little swishing noise as he did so. He looked back at himself in the mirror again, his cream color fur along his belly and chest, moving up to his neck. He brushed his chest a few times, getting a few little pieces of fuzz from his shirt. Vaper rested his paw on the sink, leaning down some and cracking his back. He murred some as a little bit of tension was removed from his body. He yawned some, covering his muzzle with a paw and shaking his head. He didn't know why he was so tired these past few nights. It was still early and he felt like going to bed already. He slowly took his pants off, working them to his knees before they fell to his feet. Vaper carefully stepped out of them, stretching his arms in the air as he moved to the shower, sticking his paw in and cranking the water on. The water began to fall in the shower, cold at first before starting to warm up. Vaper took another look at himself in the mirror once more, brushing a paw down his hips and sheath and smiling to himself, giving a little hump in the air and picturing his boyfriend in front of him. He murred some to himself as he got into the shower, sliding the glass door closed and letting the hot water run off his slick fur.
Vaper did what he normally did, stood under the water and moved around just enough to let the water soak into his fur, loving the feeling of the water running over him. Fifteen minutes went by before he even picked up the bottle of soap and squirted some into his paw, running it over his fur and soaping himself up. Soon enough his body was full of suds, but those were quickly washed away with the water as it continued to rain down over his body. He closed his eyes some and rested his back on the glass door, almost falling asleep in the shower before a light ringing got his attention. He shook his head and turned the shower off, sliding the door open and listening to the second ring. He looked down at his pants and stumbled over to them, almost slipping on the floor as he rummaged through the front pocket and pulling out his cellphone on the third ring. Vaper took a look at the name of who was calling him, feeling his energy kick up when he saw the name Kicer. He flipped the phone open and brung it to his ear.
"Hey love!"
"Hey! Just making sure your going to remember to pick me up tomorrow afternoon."
"Of course I'll remember. Why would I leave my cute kitty all alone at the airport? For some other otter to get his paws on you, I think not!"
"I believe you Vaper."
"Oh yeah, plus my old roommate moved out since the last time you were here, so the apartment is all ours!"
"Oh that's good to know! Means we can be naughty whenever we want, hehe."
"Yup! I'll be sure to give kitty everything he wants."
"Okay hon, I gotta finish packing and get to the airport on time. See you tomorrow. Love ya lots!"
"Love you too Kitty Cat."
With that the two hung up their phones and Vaper sat on the floor, a growing puddle of water building up underneath him. He smiled to himself and shuddered, imagining his kitty all the way over here and in his arms. Kicer's soft fur up against his and the whole weekend ahead of them to spend in each other arms. So much he wanted to do to his kitty, but that would all have to wait until tomorrow and the days that would follow. His body gave a little shake again and his sheath swelled up some, causing Vaper to look down at the pink cocktip trying to poke itself up and out. He pushed a finger on it and pushed it back into the sheath.
"Not right now you. Kitty doesn't come till tomorrow. And stop getting bigger in the morning. I've heard of bad morning wood before, but your getting ridiculous."
The sheath started to settle back down as Vaper got up from his seat, grabbing the towel hanging up on the rack and dropping it on the ground, cleaning up all the water on the ground before picking it up and starting to pat his fur down. As soon as he was dry he moved out of the bathroom, grabbing his cell and shutting the light off behind him. Vaper went back into the kitchen and grabbed a pack of pizza rolls and unwrapped them, sticking them on a plate and then putting it into the microwave. After two minutes the microwave beeped and he took the plate out, walking to his bedroom and climbing into it. Vaper covered himself up with the light blue sheets and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels he stopped on Tech TV to catch an episode of X-Play. He popped one of the rolls into his mouth and chewed it up before swallowing, giving a murr at the taste. After a few minutes he finished the snack and sunk his head into the soft pillows, closing his eyes as he listened to the review of Age of Empires III, quickly falling to sleep.
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With not having to wake up early to get things done and go to work, Vaper's alarm didn't go off at the usual time of eight in the morning. Instead he had set the clock for about half past eleven, which was slowly starting to approach. Vaper rolled over in bed, hugging the sheets close to his chest and murring loudly, giving a slight hump in his sleep. He murred happily, giving a few low moans and humping a few more times. He was dreaming deeply about his kitty, wrapping his arms tightly around a pillow and giving a hump into it, his cock sliding out of his sheath and pressing against the soft pillowcase fabric. He moaned again and his cock continued to slide out, bulging out some and doubling its normal size, causing Vaper to groan as his cock gave a throb. The alarm suddenly went off, snapping him out of his deep dream. Vaper's hand shot out from the bed and hit the alarm, stopping the song "Nth Degree" right in the middle of a verse. He sat up and moaned a few times to himself before sliding out of bed, sitting on the edge of it and looking at his throbbing cock. He sighed to himself and looked at the pink member as the cumslit opened a few times, spurting some pre onto the floor. He shook his head and sighed again, giving it a light rub and murring loudly before stopping.
"Oh man, morning wood has never been this bad. Why is it only in the morning my cock gets this big?!"
He ran his paw over his ottercock once more, his body giving a shudder as he got up and trudged over to the bathroom, starting the shower and making sure it was cold before he stepped into it. He quickly became wide awake, his cock giving another shudder before starting to retreat into the sheath of the otter, shrinking some and slipping all the way back inside, the cumslit spurting a little more pre as it withdrew back into the sheath. Vaper turned the water temperature up and he murred some to himself as things started to heat up. He looked back down at his crotch and gave his sheath a rub and light slap.
"No acting like that when Kicer is around. I don't want to have to go to the doctor because he knows about this little problem. Just don't get bigger then normal for the next few days."
He gave his sheath another rub, as if thinking to himself that his mind could control what his cock did in the morning. He shut off the water after a couple of minutes, grabbing the towel from last night and drying himself off before throwing it back to the ground. He walked back to his room, completely nude and looking through his closet for something to wear. Pulling out a pair of shorts and a green T-shirt he puts them on and looks at the clock, just enough time.
Vaper walked a couple blocks to the parking lot where he kept his car at. Since his apartment complex didn't have lots around back and one couldn't park on the side of the street, everyone got to park in this large lot when there was room. Three stories high and since Vaper didn't use his car that much it mostly stayed parked in one spot until he wanted to get groceries or go out shopping. What was better was two weeks earlier he had gotten choice parking right on the first floor when he came home from getting a few things at the store. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was taking stairs while holding bags. Just a dangerous process for him since he seemed to lose all sense of balance when holding onto something. As he walked into that lot he grabbed his keys from his pocket, pointing and clicking the unlock button at his 2001 Geo Metro. He bought it cheap a few years back and it was a nice small car for him to drive around. Getting in Vaper tossed a few pieces of garbage into the back so it would be nice and clean for when his kitty got in. Looking at the clock is was just a little past one. About half an hour to get to the airport and meet Kicer.
It was good that there wasn't much traffic out on the road going to the airport, which was a surprise figuring it was Friday afternoon. Vaper arrived at the airport with plenty of time to just wait around, paying two bucks to park his car in a lot for an hour. He hurried himself to the entrance of the airport, even though he knew he didn't need to. He was just excited and wanted to get in there in hopes that the plane had come early. Vaper had to get to Gate Five to wait for his kitty and since it was a small airport it wouldn't take him that long to get there. He took a look at the nearest flight check, running down the list and stopping at Kicer's flight, seeing it read as On Time. Vaper smiled adn took off walking toward the gate, stopping at each window to look at the planes as they took off. Getting to his waiting area he checked out the window and saw the plane already pulled in and people starting to unload bags. He leaned up against the window and murred happily to himself as he waited for a few moments. Soon enough the doors opened though and the passengers started to unload from the plane. Vaper got on his tiptoes and looked at the top of everyone's head getting out, trying to spot Kicer.
Vaper's eyes searched about for one thing to give away his kitty's position. He then spotted just what he wanted, a pair of gray ears perked up on the top of a gray spiking headfur. The ears gave a few little twitches and Vaper smiled, knowing that was his target. Waiting for a few other passengers to clear out of the way, Vaper reached an arm forward and pulled Kicer out of the crowd, causing him to stumble forward and look at who had pulled him. Otter eyes met with kitty eyes and the two ran forward, Kicer dropping the bag on his shoulder as they hugged tightly. The two squeezed as hard as they could, both of them taking deep breaths of one another's scent, murring to themselves in the process. With Vaper being just about six feet and Kicer being just around five foot eight, Vaper could easily nuzzle the top of Kicer's head, giving one of his ears a couple licks as they held the hug for a bit longer. Both had a visible bulge in their pants, which rubbed against each other for a few moments before they broke the hug, Vaper giving Kicer's nose a little lick.
"Heya Kitty!"
"Hiya Otter!"
The two kiss quickly before nuzzling the side of each other's face, both murring happily before pulling away from one another. Kicer ran back to his back and picked it up, putting it back on his shoulder as Vaper wrapped an arm around his neck, leading him out of the waiting area and towards the front of the airport, wanting to get him back to the car. Kicer purred very lightly as they walked side by side, leaning his head against Vaper's arm and then looking up a bit to grin at him as they exited the airport, moving quickly towards the parking lot.
They reached the car faster then Vaper expected, Kicer opening the side door and tossing his back into the back seat before getting into the passenger's seat. As Vaper started to get in, Kicer slid his paw on his seat and once Vaper sat down he murred at feeling the paw under him, giving a lower murr and smiling at Kicer as he felt a nice squeeze. The two leaned closer to each other, parting their mouths before they met, exchanging a deep kiss with one another, breaking it off quickly and going for another. That two lasted all but a few seconds before went for a third one, this time holding it for longer, their tongues pushing against one another's before moving past and exploring the other's cheek and teeth before coming back to one another. The tongues wrestled and they swapped more saliva with one another before breaking the kiss, a trail of saliva being left between them. Kicer licked his lips before pulling his hand out from under Vaper, causing him to grin back at the kitty. Vaper raised a paw and slowly scritched underneath Kicer's chin, causing him to lift up a bit and purr a bit louder. The two kissed quickly once more before putting on their seatbelts and Vaper started the car, pulling out of the lot and back onto the road.
"So how was your trip kitty?"
"Long and hard, much like myself at the moment."
"Wow! I didn't even take the trip and I feel like that too!"
Both grinned at another another before starting to laugh loudly for a full minute, slowly calming themselves down.
"But the flight was really nice. Everything went well."
"Well that's good to know. Wouldn't want my kitty feeling bad when he got here."
"So what's our to do list for the rest of today? Going to your place for mad kinky sex before dinner and then more kitty-otter fun?"
"Not that I'd complain about that plan, but tonight I wanted you to be more then just a sex kitty..."
"Awww...but I love being a sex kitty...."
Kicer fakes pouting for a few seconds before giggling to himself, Vaper turning to him with a wide grin on his face.
"There will be plenty of time to be a sex kitty during the rest of your weekend."
"Okay! So what're the plans hon?"
"Decided that on your first night here I wanted to do something special. So I'm taking my kitty out shopping so I can buy him a few things before taking him to dinner adn then a movie, then back home for fun."
"That sounds really fun! Almost as fun as ottercock inside kittybutt!"
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Vaper and Kicer drove about half an hour to the mall right from the airport, starting up talk about how each of them had been since their first meeting after a year and a half. While they mostly knew what the other was doing through messengers and phone calls they did like to keep some things private and then talk about them in person. It was the same routine for Vaper who brought up how it was alright working at his place. Kicer brought up that he was having family problems as well as work related problems back home, but that wasn't going to get him down at all. As they pulled into the mall parking lot, Kicer leaned forward some to toy with the fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror, causing Vaper to smile and chuckle some as he stopped the car and cut the engine. Vaper leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Kicer's nose, getting him to grin and then push forward as he unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly kiss Vaper on the lips, giving his nose a quick lick before getting out of the car. Kicer ran around to the driver's side door as Vaper got out and upon reaching him, pushed a paw up under his shirt and rubbed his belly a few times, giving a firm squeeze to make the otter murr softly. Kissing Kicer on the forehead Vaper stuck his paw down the back of Kicer's pants and walked next to him toward the mall, Kicer wedging his own paw into the back of Vaper's pants in the process.
The two spent no more then an hour scouting the entire mall. They stopped in each store that made them interested for only a few minutes, then went into one of the larger department stores and buying a new pair of light blue bed sheets that they could break in later as well as a few towels for showers during the next couple of days. The last stop was the arcade where a few dollars in quarters were spent playing air hockey and racing games before heading back to the car and stashing their goods. Safely in the trunk the two raced each other to the nearby Italian restaurant, quickly getting inside and being seated. Vaper ordered chicken alfredo and a coke to drink; Kicer grinned at him and ordered the exact same thing, causing Vaper to lean forward in his seat as the waiter walked away.
"Copy cat..."
Kicer giggled to himself before gazing deep into Vaper's eyes, grinning at him until an order of bread and their drinks arrived. Thanking the waiter as he walked away again the two go after some bread, their paws grabbing hold of the same piece at the same time. They stare at each other, each giving a small tug on their half of bread before Vaper reached over and broke it in two. They stared at each other for a moment before both opening their mouths, the other placing his slice of bread inside. They chew and swallow before starting talk once more on recent events in their lives, Kicer going into detail about the airport and security and such. Shortly after their dinners arrive and they quickly start to chow down, both rather hungry from the day's events thus far and both not having eaten anything.
Upon finishing their meals, Vaper leaves a fifty on the table for the waiter, the bill coming to just over forty dollars. The two walk out of the restaurant and get back into the car. Vaper started it up and drove quickly down the street before stopping at the movie theater, both quickly getting out of the vehicle once more and rushing to the entrance. Vaper got to the front counter first and got two tickets for a movie that came out two weeks before, not wanting to deal with the crowds in a new movie and opting for a little bit more alone time with his kitty. He paid and then headed into the screening room with his Kicer following close behind him, using his paws to lightly bat at the otter tail behind him. Going into where the movie was going to be shown they take a seat up near the front, only a handful of others in the same screening room as them. Sitting down they rub noses with each other as the previews just about wrap up, the movie starting soon after.
For the first ten minutes their eyes are glued onto the screen, watching the first part of the movie before Kicer reached over and took Vaper's paw into his. For the next ten minutes the two fooled around, Kicer giving a squeeze to the otter paw before Vaper squeezed back and chuckled. The two began to slump in their seats, disappearing a bit from view of the other patrons. Kicer rested his paw on the crotch of Vaper's pants, giving it a few deep rubs with his paw. Vaper started to murr as soft as he could at the rubbing, his sheath starting to bulge out some. He looked at Kicer as if to say not at the moment, but he returned with a grin and a squeeze, causing Vaper to gasp softly, the tip of his cock slowly starting to push out of the sheath. Vaper reached over and pushed his paw down into Kicer's pants, getting him to giggle loudly and put both his paws over his mouth. He lowered his paws and started to purr loudly as Vaper's paw stroked up and down Kicer's sheath, which quickly swelled some and let the kittycock start and poke out. Vaper quickly removed his paw from Kicer's pants and leaned his head on him, giggling to himself.
"If I've got to be horny for the rest of the movie, so do you kitty."
"Fair enough handsome."
Wrapping an arm around Kicer's the two leaned together, resting their head's together and watching the rest of the movie in silence, just the sound of Kicer's purring being heard by the two of them. As the credits started to roll the two gave each other a nice long kiss, tongue wrestling quickly before breaking it off and getting up, heading back outside to the car. They both got in and Vaper started the vehicle up quickly, stepping on the gas to make it home quickly so he could have fun with the kitty.
The car was parked on the bottom floor of the garage a block away from Vaper's house. He popped the trunk as Kicer got out of the car. Vaper locked the doors and grabbed the new sheets and let Kicer carry the bag full of towels as they made their way back to Vaper's apartment. They reached ran all the way up the stairs and Vaper quickly unlocked the door, the two throwing their bags on the floor as the door shut behind them, hugging each other tight and kissing deeply, pushing their tongues into the other's mouth and swapping saliva for about a full minute before breaking it off as each groped the other's rump. Vaper reached down and grabbed the bags, moving down the hall after Kicer and tossing the towel bag into the bathroom and reaching the bedroom. Kicer was already lying down in the bed, rolling around some before lifting himself up to his knees, shaking his rump a few times at Vaper who just gave it a small slap, getting a loud murr from the kitty.
"New sheets first kitty, didn't buy them for nothing."
Kicer rolled off the bed and Vaper pulled the sheets off the bed, tossing them down on Kicer as he lay on the ground. Vaper opened the new sheets and quickly put the fitted sheet onto the bed with no problem at all, hearing a few loud murrs coming from underneath the old sheets in the process. He made his way over to the old sheets on the ground, pulling them off Kicer and seeing him lying naked underneath of them causing him to smile and paw up at the air.
"Hey! Give those back, they smell like sexy otter!"
"Well I smelly like sexy otter too you know..."
Kicer quickly got up and attached himself to Vaper, lifting up the otter's shirt and pulling it off, tossing it to the ground before pressing his nose into Vaper's chest and neck, taking a few deep breathes.
"Murr....fresh otter..."
"See, told you so."
With that Vaper kissed Kicer once more before pulling away from him, getting some help from the kitty to pull on the second sheet and then the comforter. Vaper reached over with the new pillow cases and pulled the old ones off, chucking them at Kicer before quickly stuffing the pillows back into a protective sheet. Vaper suddenly feels a tug on his pants, seeing Kicer's arms around him tug at them again a couple of times. He let out a playful growl before falling back into the floor.
"Otter pants won't come off?!"
Vaper grinned and undid the top button and unzipped them, giving a wink to Kicer.
"Try them now kitty."
Kicer crawled close and gave the pants another tug, the pants sliding all the way down Vaper's body and showing off the tip of his cock. Kicer pushed his nose into the bulging sheath, causing Vaper to moan some as he felt the nuzzling around the area followed by a few quick warm licks that made a bit more of his cock slip out. He looked down to see Kicer nuzzling his crotch again, giving his balls a few nuzzles before stepping out of his pants and lifting the kitty up to his feet. Kicer nuzzled about in Vaper's neck, murring at not only his scent, but the scent of their own musk starting to build up in the room. Leaning back some Vaper flopped himself down on his back in the bed, Kicer almost leaping onto him once he settled himself down. Licking about at the otter's face and giving him a few kisses on the lips, Kicer starts to purr louder then he had all day, both their cocks rubbing up against each other, pre oozing from both of them and rubbing into their fur. Vaper held Kicer tightly against his chest, using his paws to stroke down the feline's back and rub at his tailbase, leaning his head back some and murring to himself as he felt Kicer lick and nuzzle his face and neck. Shifting a bit underneath Kicer, the otter lets out a low moan as he feels his cock press up into the kitty's stomach, murring softly afterward as he gave a hump upward and got a loud moan from Kicer. Vaper quickly gave a big hug to his kitty, flipping himself on top as he felt a few light nibbles on his neck. Running his whisker's against Kicer's a few times he pulled away from the kitty, wrapping his arms around his legs and pushing them up, leaning Kicer's body back with them. With the kitty's head resting firmly on a couple pillows, Vaper got onto his knees and pushed his pre leaking cock up against Kicer's tailhole, the feline tail whipping around a little bit before settling down. With a gentle push Kicer let out a light grunt followed by a slight whimper, having been a long time since he last got penetrated. Giving a groan Vaper pushed forward some, his cock sinking in about an inch causing Kicer to yelp loudly before murr softly. Kicer lifted himself up on his elbows and grinned at Vaper as his paws rested on the feline's hips.
"All the way inside, ottercock needs to be nice and warm inside kittybutt."
Vaper nodded and smiled as Kicer laid back down, moaning loudly as the full seven inches of ottercock pushed into Kicer's tailhole. Both moaned loudly as Vaper's balls slapped against Kicer's body. The feline purred as loud as he could, clenching his tailhole around the cock buried inside of it. Vaper moaned feeling that sensation, giving a few humps forward as his cock throbbed inside of Kicer. Gripping the feline's hips tightly Vaper slid his cock out of the tailhole, rubbing the head over the opening a few times before sliding it all the way back in. Kicer perked his ears and let out a loud moan, his own cock giving a few throbs as Vaper did this once more, this time pushing against the cock and trying to force it deeper into the tailhole. Kicer began to squirm some as he felt pressure building up inside of his tailhole, soon feeling the sensation stop as the cock slid from his tailhole. The feline panted a few times before letting out another load moan and murr, purring loudly as the cock went right back into him. The sound of Vaper's balls slapping against Kicer's tailbase made both of them moan deeply, Kicer's tail moving up some and wrapping up with Vaper's. The otter continued to slide his cock in and out of the feline tailhole presented to him, plunging back inside as deep as he could go. Vaper moaned loudly, rubbing his paws up and down Kicer's sides before stopping himself and starting a steady stream of humps into Kicer's backside. Kicer let out a couple of cute mews each time Vaper's cock pushed back into him. The feeling was amazing, feeling great at the moment and murring deeply as his paws touched Vaper's, holding them in his as he locked his legs around the otter's back. Vaper kept going in pace, pre leaking from his cock and into the kitty tailhole, making the humping even easier as the tailhole was slicked with pre. Kicer closed his eyes as he felt the slick cock slide in and out of him, clencing around the cock as it pushed deep into him once, not wanting to let it go. Vaper sensed this and started to hump forward as fast as he could, his cock moving barely forward an inch each time before going back inside his lover. The hot passage around the ottercock quickly got Vaper to moan a few more times loudly, pushing himself all the way into Kicer and draining himself, shooting his thick and creamy seed all the way into his bowels. Kicer purred deeply and clenched his tailhole around the cock a few more times, helping Vaper drain himself inside of him. The otter leaned down and planted his kitty with a deep kiss, murring after breaking it off and then quickly sliding himself out of his kitty. Some of his juices run out from the tailhole as the cock is removed, Vaper sitting down on the bed and picking Kicer up and setting him in his lap, moaning and licking at his muzzle a few times.
"That was great kitty. Hope there's more like that for the rest of the weekend."
"Should be otter. Think we can get a shower quickly before going to bed, getting kind of late..."
"Sure, but you haven't..."
"I know..."
The two get up and Kicer ran ahead to the shower, his tailhole slightly leaking cum as he waddled down the hall into the bathroom. Vaper heard the shower turn on and he stroked his still hard cock, murring as he got up and headed into the bathroom. The outline of Kicer could be seen through the glass door, causing the otter to murr some and rush to the sliding door, opening it and getting inside to see his already sopping wet kitty. The water began to run down his slick fur as he hugged his kitty and let the water run off each of them. Kicer slowly ran his paws down Vaper's chest before getting on his knees, gently gripping the cock with his paws and letting them work over them, gripping and squeezing with one paw and toying with the slick ballsac with the other. Vaper braced himself with his hands and moaned as he felt the warm pads of the kitty paws on his cock, the hot water running over him. He suddenly let out a gasp as he felt his cock enveloped in warmth, feeling the somewhat rough kitty tongue starting to lick and suck on his cock. The cock pushed against the back of the feline's maw as Kicer swallowed every so often in his licks, glancing up at Vaper to see him panting deeply, eyes shut tight as he gave a few humps into the maw. Giving the ballsac a couple more squeezes, Vaper moaned and pushed his cock forward some, spraying his creamy goodness into the kitty maw. Kicer's throat bulged slightly as the cum flowed right down his throat, a loud gulping echoing through the water hitting the shower floor and their bodies. Kicer pulled the cock from his mouth and swallowed again, slowly standing up and pushing his nose against Vaper's and smiling at him as they exchanged glances.
Vaper lowered his paw to grab Kicer's cock, but he pushed back some and shook his head. Reaching over Kicer grabbed the bottle of soap and squirted some into his paw, lathering it up and running it up and down Vaper's back. Kicer moved down to his butt, running his paws over Vaper's buttcheeks and tailbase before raising the bottle of soap. The feline fumbled with the bottle and dropped it behind Vaper, the bottle falling right at the drain. The otter gave Kicer a quick kiss before turning around and leaning down, reaching for the bottle. Vaper felt two paws lock around his hips and then felt himself pulled back, his tailhole spreading as six or so inches of kitty cock entered him. Vaper let out a moan and tried to pull himself off the cock, but found the kitty's paws wrapped tightly around his waist, the feline humping into him as quick as he could as he purred deeply. Vaper moaned loudly, falling some and taking Kicer with him. Vaper landed on his hands and knees, Kicer squating behind him and humping fiercely into the otter tailhole. This was the first time he had ever pushed his cock into anyone, loving everything. The soft, smooth and hot insides of his love played over his cock as he purred loudly, moaning loudly as the water trickled down their fur. Kicer soon felt a clenching around his cock, causing him to moan and spurt his kitty seed inside the tailhole. He milked himself as every drop drained into the otter, pulling out and letting him spin back around to kiss him deeply, both murring loudly.
"Seems kitty wanted something new."
"It was everything I hoped for. Guess I've got other things to do this weekend as well."
Vaper grinned as the two quickly washed each other down, groping the other before getting out of the shower and grabbing two of the new towels and drying each other off. Kicer was nothing but a real puffy kitty and Vaper was his normal slick otter self. The two moved off to the bed and got into it, pulling the sheets over their bodies and snuggling close, giving each other a few kisses before Kicer turned around, staring at the wall before closing his eyes, feeling Vaper snuggling up against him, his sheath rubbing up against his tailhole. Soon enough Kicer was purring happily to himself as he listened to Vaper breathing, the two quickly going to sleep.
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The hours drifted on quickly, the two sound asleep in each other's grasp, Kicer not moving as Vaper slept soundly with one arm dragged over the kitty. As the morning hours came on Vaper's cock slowly began to slip out of its sheath, hardening up and growing a little bit larger then normal, pre leaking on Kicer's back as he remained asleep, purring happily at the warm feeling moving along his back. His tail flick back and forth happily as Kicer turned in his sleep, murring happily and hugging close to Vaper as the larger cock rubbed over his crotch and belly. Taking a deep breath, Kicer let out a loud murr as he smelled the musk being let off from the otter, even in sleep his body wandering down some and rubbing over the cock with his paws. The idle paws made their way across the tip of the cock, the cumslit opening slightly to rub pre into the furry paws before enveloping them. With a quick and squishy sucking sound the paws are sucked in and made a bulge as it traveled down the length of the cock, the rest of Kicer's arms following his paws. A low moan came from the kitty as his arms traveled slightly down the length, a visible bulge making its way down before another suck pushed the arms together, Kicer's face moving right to the slit of the cock. He started to lightly lick over the tip as his arms moved all the way inside, the tip of the cock opening some to slip his head inside, his body starting to make its way deeper into the cock, his form bulging the cock out even more.
Two otter paws reached down to the sides of the cock, squeezing around it and rubbing up and down, Vaper's mind dreaming happily about his kitty as he jacked himself off some, moaning in his sleep as the kitty's head slid all the way into the tip of the cock followed by his neck and shoulders. A few gulps could be heard as the cock sucked at Kicer's form, wanting more of it to go down into it. With the top part of his body traveling clearly down the length of the cock. With a little hump forward, Vaper pushed his cock into Kicer's body, his body bending as he slept to get into a better position, murring happily and giving a little wiggle as his body was slowly engulfed in warm, slick goodness. Kicer yawned inside of the cock, giving a gentle push forward as he drifted back into a sound sleep, his chest sliding deeper into the cock as it sucked at his form. Vaper continued to give a small hump forward every once in awhile, his paws still stroking down the length of his shaft, over Kicer's face and arms as it gave the kitty another tug forward. His upper chest quickly slid into the cock, pre leaking down his chest and belly as it pulled him in deeper. Vaper gave another hard squeeze around his cock, causing the shaft to throb and pull a bit more of Kicer inside, his lower chest slipping in rather easily with a wet sucking sound. A gurgled moan came from Kicer, his moan cut off by pre leaking around him. He swallowed it as he closed his mouth, purring happily to himself as he pushed himself in deeper, another wet gulp sliding him past his belly.
Vaper gave a moan as he felt the bulge in his cock move deeper. His paws found their way to Kicer's butt, pushing firmly against it in an attempt to make the large bulge sinking into his cock go all the way down. He moaned loudly as the bulge was sucked down more, pre leaking onto the bed as it ran off Kicer's fur. The kitty's sheath started to bulge out as his belly made its way into the cock, soon enough a quick wet sucking sound dragging Kicer's waist inside, causing the kitty to start and hump in his sleep. Kicer could feel his head being pushed out into something, cum draining on his head some as he gave a slight wiggle as he slept. Vaper's paws worked now on the kitty's legs, pushing against his footpaws and having them sink in rather quickly. With each moment, more of the kitty vanished into the cock, his bulge traveling down into the otter's ballsac, bulging that out as well. Kicer knees vanished into the ottercock as his hands, head and chest were pushed into the ballsac, his fur quickly being covered in cum. Kicer's face planted into the side of the ballsac, causing him to groan some and then open his eyes. He yawned and then blinked as he swallowed a good amount of cum, starting to squirm about inside of his lover's hot, dark and cramped ballsac. Not knowing where he was he tried to call out for help, getting another mouth full of cum before gulping that down and starting to wiggle about, pushing against the sides of the sac.
The squirming and wiggling made Vaper moan loudly, humping forward and loving the nice feeling. Kicer's footpaws quickly disappeared with the rest of his legs into the tip of the cock, a quick wet gulp sending them completely inside. The last of the kitty bulge traveled down the length of the cock before being deposited into the sac. The kitty squirmed about, which made Vaper moan even louder, his paws gripping his cock and giving it a few jerks before stopping and rolling over some onto his other side, the squirms gently getting weaker and weaker inside of the ballsac, a few muffled words being heard before a bit more gulping coming from inside. The squirming soon stopped all together, settling down to nothing more then a huge otter ballsac lying in between Vaper's legs. During the next couple of hours while Vaper slept his ballsac would slowly shrink down to its original size, turning Kicer into a nice load of kitty cum that would be released the next time Vaper had an orgasm. Vaper's cock quickly gave a couple shudders before slipping back to its normal size and sinking back into its sheath. In the next few hours when Vaper awoke he would have a lot of questions to ask himlself.
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Too Good to be True by Galthroc
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_Just a quick little nothing I wrote in thirty minutes. Let me know if you like it._ ~ ~ ~ Jeff awoke with a start. His eyes darted around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from a strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he
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"Autofellatio",
"Cum",
"Dream",
"Horse",
"Hyper",
"M/solo",
"Muscles",
"Short",
"Spooge",
"Transformation"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249729-too-good-to-be-true
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*Just a quick little nothing I wrote in thirty minutes. Let me know if you like it.*
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Jeff awoke with a start. His eyes darted around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from a strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he finally fathomed that he was, in fact, safe in his bed, he relaxed. The man, about twenty years old, stretched out on his queen sized bed, giving a small roar of relief from the wonderful feeling of moving his muscles after such a long rest. He got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Walking out of his room, though, he noticed something strange, but he wasn't sure what.
Something caught his eye in the mirror as he walked past it. He gave his reflection a quick glance, proceeded to the toilet, but suddenly doubled back to look to the mirror again. "What the *hell*?"
Facing him was not his own reflection. At least, that's not what it looked like. Instead, the creature in the mirror was a...*horse*? How the heck did he not notice this earlier? Regardless, he stared at his reflection for a good five minutes, eyes wondering all over his body.
He was covered in a white fur that had several black patterns from head to...ankles, the fur ending at a new pair of hooves that he clopped on the tile a few times. A black mane also rested on his head and neck. He had grown several feet, which resulted in the strange feeling he had when getting out of bed earlier - he hadn't realized he was much taller now. Seven and a half feet, maybe. On top of that, his normally average body had transformed completely. He was so fit! Athletic, even. He looked like a runner, perhaps, or a swimmer who lifted on the side. Either way, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he looked at his new self, grinning hugely. He made his large pecs bounce and crunched his stomach, making his six pack ripple with muscle as he ran a hand over it, knocking on it with his knuckles, his abdomen rock hard. He extended and arm and looked it up and down, running his other hand over it, squeezing his bicep as he flexed it, amazing at how far up the muscle traveled.
He put his arms down to his side and looked at the mirror again, smiling. It was like a wish come true. He had sometimes dreamed of something like this happening, but now it was real! He couldn't believe it . He had frequently day dreamed of what it would be like to be a horse in a furry world. He'd be tall and muscular and hot, which he was! On top of that, he'd have a huge...
Wait a minute. He was so taken aback by this queer, overnight transformation that he didn't even stop to ponder the most exciting part of it. His initial bewilderment and astonishment transcended into unmitigated excitement and wonder. Slowly, building the anticipation, his eyes traveled down his body and landed on something that nearly made him gasp. He no longer had a small, flaccid tube of meat dangling there, but rather an enormous, wide sheathe with two testicles the size of baseballs hanging below it. He reached down and grazed each one softly with his fingertips, the titillation making him moan softly.
Oh, this was what it was all about. He was a stallion now. A hot, most likely well hung stallion. How he had always yearned to be one! He'd never be bored - he'd simply stay in his room most of the day, playing with his enormous cock, cumming constantly for hours until he was exhausted. It wasn't an ethical or productive lifestyle, but it was desired.
Jeff grabbed his bottle of hand cream and a cup of water, then returned to his bedroom. He propped some pillows up against the wall and sat down on his bed with his back against them. His touched his body again, firmly rubbing and groping his large, muscled pectorals and tracing the lines his cut abs made. He flexed his arms this way and that, squeezing his biceps and triceps. He turned his attention to his massive legs next, built like a real athlete's, seemingly chiseled from marble. He straightened his leg and flexed his quadricep, moaning softly as he watched the huge muscle bunch up. He gave it a little whack with his fist, pleased to feel it was also hard as a rock.
Jeff slid down a little on his bed, only his neck and head being supported by the pillows. He rubbed his inner thighs with both hands, closing his eyes and writhing a little bit on the bed as he touched himself, moaning softly with pleasure. This body was so new and foreign that it was almost like touching someone else rather than himself. Doing this turned him on to no end, and when he opened his eyes he was greeted with the sight of his cock wriggling out of his sheathe. He watched as more and more came out, wondering when it would end, silently hoping there would be just a little more...
And then finally it stopped. He picked up his hefty equipment and let it fall, the heavy tool falling to the side against his waist with a loud, meaty slap. "Oh, God yes..." he moaned. He filled his hand with lotion, dipped it into the glass of water, and then gently rubbed his cock, lathering it up nice and wet for a hot masturbation session.
The sensation he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced. His eyelids fluttered as his cock began to harden, twitching a little as it slowly swelled, lifting itself from his waist to the side of his stomach, traveling like the direction of a clock hand. The horse's legs squeezed together and his toes curled as he continued to rub his cock, watching as it situated itself just to the right of his belly button, the head already brushing against the top of his abdominal.
And still it grew. It must have already been sixteen inches long, and maybe three wide, but still it grew. Jeff watched with mounting excitement as it slithered up and up. He could feel it nearing the end of its swelling, and a small squeeze confirmed that he was already pretty hard. Finally, it rested between his pecs, a good twenty inches long and five wide. He licked his lips as he gazed at the hottest thing he had ever laid his eyes on - and it was his! It belonged to him!
He could wait no longer. He was a horny stallion now with a gigantic cock throbbing against his chest. Precum was already spilling out and leaking onto his fur, and as he lifted his cock off his body, a long rope of it bridged the gap between cockhead and chest. Speaking of cockhead, his was different now. Now longer was it the small mushroom that usually adorned the top of his human one, but was rather blunt and flared, like that of a real horse. It was strange, but he liked it.
Jeff wrapped both hands around his huge shaft and pumped it slowly, throwing his head back and crying out in pleasure. A small wad of precum dribble out and cascaded down his shaft, running over his fingers. Pretty soon, the amount of precum spilling out of him was so copious that the lotion he had brought was no longer necessary. He made a circle with both hands, interlocking his fingers, and placed it at the top of his cock, then pushed it down his shaft, squeezing tightly. His cock throbbed in response to this, seemingly growing even harder as a huge, thick vein bulged out, traveling the length of his cock. He moaned loudly when he felt it pulsating against his palm, his hands still traveling down his length until finally ending at the base. He squeezed really tightly now, like a cockring, and watched with horny eyes as the blood trapped in his member made it even bigger, slowly expanding outward, growing thicker, longer, the red color becoming a darker shade until it was almost purple. The large vein got even bigger, pulsating hugely. His whole cock quivered and throbbed as though ready to burst. Precum squirted out the tip in small, pathetic bursts, splattering against his neck and chest.
Finally, he let go, letting his cock thump on his body, deflating to its normal size now, the color returning to a dark pink. He decided to sit up straighter now, and as he lifted his body, bending over a little, his cock grazed against his chin. This got his attention.
Jeff had always wanted to do this. To be able to be so big that he could suck on himself - the very thought sent the human Jeff shooting massive wads when he masturbated. He wrapped both hands around his member again, staring at the winking slit that continually oozed cum that traveled down his shaft . Slowly, he bent his head down, tongue sticking out, eyes closed. In no time, contact was made. His tongue pressed down on his cockhead, greeted with a sweet, salty, wet taste. "Mmmm..." he moaned as he licked at the head, lapping up gobs of precum. He bent down further, wrapping his soft lips around it, his cock now in his mouth.
Jeff stroked his shaft slowly as he took more in, his tongue roaming around his glans, making the horse shiver with excitement. He tried to take more in, but couldn't bend over any further. Grunting, the horse slid off the bed and onto the floor. With little effort, he lifted his legs off the ground, curling his body so that they were above him, his cock already pushing against his lips. Working with his strong abs, he lifted his body down slowly, opening his mouth and letting his cock inside. Pretty soon, it was already touching the back of his throat. Using only his stomach, Jeff lifted his body up and down, letting his cock slide in and out of his mouth. He moaned loudly the whole time, his voice muffled by the meat stuffing his throat. He swallowed the huge amounts of precum leaking into him, which had increased in quantity and thickness as the pleasure began to mount.
Soon, though, it became too much. The stallion's eyes shut tight as he felt that familiar sensation, except this time it had multiplied substantially. His cock throbbed hard in his mouth, pushing against it, forcing his jaw open even more. The horse cried out in pleasure as cum began to flood his throat. He continued to suck and suck, lifted his hips up and down with his stomach. Cum pooled around the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his cheeks and onto the floor.
It didn't take long for him to become full, though. He swung his legs up and then let them fall to the floor, his cock popping out of his mouth and dragging down to its normal position on his chest. His cock lurched and a huge rope of cum splattered against his face, forcing his eyes shut. It was thick, warm, and delicious. He licked his lips and smiled, but soon returned to his loud cries of pleasure. He took his cock in his hands and pointed it up, the cum easily reaching the ceiling, splashing against it, making drops of it fall back down onto his body.
"Ohh YEAH!" he roared, encircling his hands around the center of his member. He thrust his hips upward, fucking the small hole he made, cum continuing to shoot out in massive, long, thick ropes, splattering against the ceiling and falling back onto him. Warm splatters decorated his body, and soon began to soak into the carpet.
The pleasure was too great, though. Jeff lost control of his body, his arms falling to the side and spasming as he writhed on the floor, howling in pleasure, his cock thumping against his chest and spurting a long rope of cum onto his face and the wall behind him.
He rolled onto his stomach, squishing his cock against the floor, which was soft and wet now. He had enough control to lift his hips up, and soon he was humping the floor, his hot butt clenching and unclenching slowly and sensually. Cum shot out and splashed against his body and chin, a huge puddle forming as the carpet could absorb no more.
He rolled back onto his back again and got one last blast to the face before his orgasm died down and became a small dribble. The horse opened his eyes and blinked, wiping the cum away from his face. He looked around. His spooge was everywhere! The ceiling was covered and dripping, cum slid down the walls all around him, and the carpet (as well as himself) was a soggy mess!
"More..." he panted, standing up. He wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it again, squeezing hard. He had never been so hard after an orgasm before, and while stroking himself, he could only feel the pleasure mounting again rather than that strange, uncomfortable feeling he usually had when trying to masturbate again that made him spass out.
He placed his hands on his butt and bent his head down, sucking on his cockhead again, pressing against his bottom as he pushed his hips forward, forcing more meat down his gullet. He sucked and slurped, tasting his delicious cum again, swallowing it happily.
He popped his dick out and starting to pump it again, but this time quickly and roughly. "Come on..." he growled to himself. "Oh yeah...shit..."
He let go of his member and roared as it lurched and throbbed, more cum blasting out and splashing against the wall. It felt just as good, but he retained basic motor control this time. The horse's arms flew behind his head, and he thrust against the air. His biceps smashed against his cheeks, and he couldn't help but to stick his tongue out and lick them in a display of narcissism. He thrust hard and quick, his cock thumping against his body, his huge balls flying all over the place.
He grabbed his dick again, falling to his knees. Seeking more stimulation, more cum, he shoved his dick in his mouth again, sucking hard, swallowing all he could before it filled his cheeks and he choked, cum splashing out of his mouth.
"Fuck yes! YES!" Jeff continued to moan as even more cum escape his cock. He fell onto his back, thrusting the air above him, emptying himself for an entire minute, coating his hot body in spunk. He cupped his hands over his pecs as he thrust, squeezing them.
FInally, his second orgasm ended. But that didn't stop him at all. Jeff stood and grabbed his two pillows. He put his cock on top of one, and then put the other on top of his cock, effectively making a sandwich. He thrust into his makeshift hole, grunting and growling like an animal (...), his body rippling with his flexing muscles, abs crunching hotly as he thrust, butt clenching, legs quivering.
After a few minutes of this, his pillows were completelty drenched, and he was about to reach his third orgasm. Jeff threw the pillows to the side, and grabbed his cock. As soon as he did, another volley of cum rocketed out. "YES!" he roared, falling onto the bed, throwing his arms to either side of him. His whole body jerked around, head turning to and fro, legs squeezing together tightly, hips erratically going up and down. Cum soon painted his whole body, splashing against it, the ceiling, the wall, his chair and books and computer and clothes. Nothing was spared.
This orgasm ended after a few minutes, too, and Jeff was already hard at work on the next one. For what seemed like hours, the horse jerked his cock, sucked it, humped it against things, cumming over and over again - orgasm after hot orgasm, his room completely covered and soaked in hot horse cum, the smell of it invading his nostrils and making him want even more.
And then something strange happened.
Jeff's awoke with a start. His eyes dart around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he finally fathomed that he was, in fact, safe in his bed he relaxed. He stretched, but quickly stopped when he felt something strange. He removed his sheets and saw that his boxers were dripping with his spunk. He laughed. He hadn't had a wet dream in a while.
Well, that was understandable. After all, that was probably the hottest dream he had ever had. Jeff sighed, slightly sad, but as soon as he was up and about it was already out of his mind. Perhaps he'd have another one, soon.
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tale of bunny love prequel by dbj_rab
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a old prequel story wrote of tale of bunny love - The world is black.... I remain alone, Adrifting through the blackness.... There is no on for me, I am alone......... There are a few blipsof light...brief online Friends and lovers...but everything is dark..... I am to wander alone...empty...living
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[
"Bisexual",
"M/F/M",
"Suicidal thoughts"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464781-tale-of-bunny-love-prequel
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The world is black.... I remain alone,
Adrifting through the blackness....
There is no on for me, I am alone.........
There are a few blipsof light...brief online
Friends and lovers...but everything is dark.....
I am to wander alone...empty...living in blackness.....
I remain alone, drifting, wandering.....
There is no light in my world....few brief flashes of light
And they're gone.....I walk on eternally in darkness.....
Never to really know light, love, friendship......
I cry out, curse.. but there is no on to respond, to give comfort....
I remain alone, lost in darkness....
Sometimes knowing brief flashes of light...sometimes shining myself....
But I continue to be wandering in the darkness...not being able to cry....
Drwoning, drowning in a sea of sorrow...
Wanting to live, but why should I? Will I ever make a difference in life?
Does anyone really care?......... I drift on in blackness....
Never knowing of anything save my emptiness and sorrow and depression......
Good bye cruel world......
David sighs as he puts down the pen...and reflects....he soon starts to walk along the trail near the river.....
He walks, thinking of his life and his so-called accomplishments...."Sigh, why must I be like this?" he thinks to himself.
"Why can't I find anyone? I'm so alone and miserable...sure I've had one night stands but I need something more...I need a purpose...Do I really want to pursue a career as a journalist?"
He walks on...moving towards the river bank. He then sits down on a rock and stares in the moving waters....looking at the moonlight dance back and forth in the waves...
"hmmm...I really haven't done much...keep being a student...seeming to have to retake courses again and again just to have them stick...plus I don't really have any experience and will probably never get any....," Dave sighs as he continues his thoughts....
"Would I really make a difference in this life?...Can I be more than I am..?"
"Sigh there is more to live than writing...I just can't seem to find someone...what is it with me? I'm fairly attractive...smart...friendly...etc, yet I just can't seem to attract anyone...perhaps I have no purpose in this life...why should I continue..?"
Dave looks back out over the waters....wondering if he should go through with it or not..He begins to cry out his frustrations and feelings of depression..... "Sigh...I just don't know what to do...I don't have a job...can't seem to find one...living on financial aid...and parents.....I'm losing myself..." Dave thinks, continuing to stare at nothing but the waters.....
Dave soon hears other people approaching from behind him....he sees a cat and dog running along the path...he continues to cry...knowing they won't care and stop...."Know one knows me...I have only made online friends.... Which is good...they have helped me out a bit....but I need someone who's actually here to help me...I don't know what I need...Should I or shouldn't I? Can you give me a sign, great being?..." Dave thinks and leans back against the tree continuing to cry...hearing the runners approach closer....
To his surprise, he hears them stopping and feels their eyes looking at him...He quickly glances to check them out, then turns away and ignore them......
"That's pretty much it...There's more but you don't need to hear that.." Dave sighs as he finished telling Ben and Mindy his tale of why he was thinking of committing suicide...
"Man...that's pretty deep," Ben said.
"Don't worry...we can try and help you out...." Mindy says.
"Thanks guys...just having you stopped and taking me in, shows me that the world isn't what we make it out to be..." Dave said.
"Feh. Wouldn't want to lose someone just cause they're depressed," Ben says.
"Well...now you know what I was going through when you found me," Dave says laying back on the couch, looking at Ben and Mindy.
"Hmm...have you ever had counseling?" Mindy asks.
"No...I'm usually able to pull myself out of them, but this one really lasted a long time...." Dave replied.
"huh...not many people can pull themselves out of it so easily...shows that you have a strong will.." Ben said.
"Really? I haven't thought of it like that....I keep forgetting that there are others who had gone through the same thing I have..." Dave mused.
"Yeah....unfortunately people around them didn't know what signs to look for. We do, since we're trained counselors..." said Mindy.
"Do you guys treat people like me all the time?" Dave asked.
"Yes, we do. Although they're mostly teenagers, but it's not uncommon for adults to suffer from depression as well," remarked Ben.
"One of my online friends said that he had gone through my path before and was able to beat it...he says that I should have think positive and remember that we are born into the world and anything can be ours..." Dave murmured.
"That's very good and sound advice your friend gave you," Mindy purred.
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Wrongs Made Right by Nero_Fox
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i hope its enjoy able and criticism is always appreciated. you should probably read the first part before you continue if you haven't already. thanks. I awoke. The sound of the alarm clock buzzed unnoticed on my bedside table. The dream was still fresh in my mind; the pain, the sting, all of it. All
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[
"Fox",
"Personal Redemption",
"Short",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97925-wrongs-made-right
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i hope its enjoy able and criticism is always appreciated. you should probably read the first part before you continue if you haven't already. thanks.
I awoke. The sound of the alarm clock buzzed unnoticed on my bedside table. The dream was still fresh in my mind; the pain, the sting, all of it. All a byproduct of a single day from over a year ago, a day that left me with a scared muzzle, imploded heart, and a demolished sense of trust. I had forced myself to find some sort of closure for the whole thing, but like the peaceful shimmering surface of a lake on a summer's afternoon, it would only take so long for someone to skip a stone across it. I dragged myself out bed and turned to the calendar that I had reluctantly hung due to my parents and teacher scolding's of turning in assignments late and forgetting other so called important dates, only to have the thing remind me of my lack of a social life, but there was a red circle over today's box. A growl grew in my throat as my mind processed what I had written: his "closure". I stood there, looking at this worthless compilation of paper and ink thinking why... Why do you get the special treatment. Why do you get the sympathy and empathetic. How is it I can look in the mirror every god damn morning and still not blame you for you for the pain you've caused. The growl had now long been replaced sobs and cries as I banged my head repeatedly against the spot a calendar once hung as shreds of paper and ink fluttered to the ground.
"Nero" the noise broke through the haze of pain and self pity as I turned to see, through tear blurred eyes, the vixen that had raised me. She was probably crying, I couldn't really tell but it seemed like something she would do. Her voice was shaky and on the edge of breaking as she continued speaking "honey, you know you don't have to do this. He hurt YOU. Not the other way around."
I sniffled and turned my gaze towards the hard wood flooring I was standing on. I stood there, my head turned away from my mother; eyes fixed firmly on my feet as tears forced their way out of them and dropped to paneling below, the streaks of tears mixing with the streaks of blood that was running down my face from my forehead. I tried to take a step forward to realize that was my limps didn't feel like cooperating with me.
"I know mom" my voice was nothing more than a whisper "I wish I wouldn't go, I wish I didn't have to go. But I need to go, and sadly, I'm doing it more for him than I am myself. I still can't bring myself to blame him, or even be truly mad at him."
Somewhere in there my feet decided it was time for a scenery change and propelled my out of my room, past my mom, down the hall and into the bathroom. I discarded the clothes I had on and turned on the shower. I let the water seep into my fur and wash away the grime and drossiness; I moved my face under the stream and rested my body against the cool marble tiles that encased the warm cascade of water. The title cause a wonderful contrast to the heat of the water, the cold bit at my skin while the warmth washed it away only to have to defend me again the next instance.
I was lost. For the time being, and nothing mattered and I was 10 years old again rolling around in the grass with my best friend, everything was fine and fun and time slowed to trickle as the fatigue of a summer day wash over us as the final rays of the sun sunk under the horizon. I had clung to the memory senses it happened four years ago, the reason for as to why escaped me but I think it had something to do with the cliché of it all. The two best friends staying as static as possible while the world around them was constantly changing, whatever the true reason was though had become lost to me, and I could only hope, that sooner than later, it would no longer matter to me. I was brought back to life as the cold from the title started creeping up my arm with the assistance of the now equally cold water. My trip to happier times was over, and the icy water hitting my face reflected what I felt for the soon to come situation. I sighed softly to myself as I lathered my fur with shampoo. My coat had become thin and dull. Even while matted and covered with water it still seemed as if I was bald, the bright colors that once adorned my coat where now dull and disfigured. I had become the same shade of rust that you see on a discard razor, the white of my chest had become and off brand of thinned out curdled milk. But my eyes, that where the real change had come in, the golden brilliance they once burned with had gradually been snuffed out and replaced with the same blackness of my pupils. I rinsed the soap off of my body and waited for the flowing ice to saturate my fur one more time, before finally stepping out into the bathroom.
I cleared the mirror of condensation and looked upon my face. I ran a paw across the 4 diagonal scars that ran across my muzzle and thought of all of the questions and prodding I had to endure from the staff at my school as well my peers. I never told any of them the truth, well other then the staff seeing as they thought I was a victim of child abuse. For awhile no one noticed that I and he had ever stopped talking and, as much as I know, no one knows the real reason as to why. But in truth he got the better end of the stick, he somehow got our friends to stop any and all association with me so I sadly lived out the summer going into my 8th grade all the way to know, 2 weeks before the first day of my freshman year completely devoid of a single soul I could call a friend. And yet, he's the one that still needs closure.
I walked back towards my room and checked the time. The clock flashed a red 9:30, I had fifteen minutes to get dressed and start the walk towards my past. I pulled on a pair of tight black shorts off the ground and continued over to a dresser. I opened the first drawer and stared at what was gazing back at me. There on top of the other clothes in the drawer had hidden was a deep maroon colored v neck shirt; the shirt was cover in splotches of dried blood. I had kept the shirt for some unknown reason and could never bring myself to throw it away. I pulled the shirt out and considered wearing it. To see his reaction, to see if he had remembered what he did, to see if he even cared, but eventual I just unwrapped the pack of cigarettes it secretly hid and pocketed them before someone had the chance to enter my room. I threw the shirt to my bed and pulled out a single black shirt and pulled it on as a fist rapped against my door.
"It's open" I knew who it was before the handle had even turned.
"Hey son, I was just wondering if you wanted a ride over to the park. I have to go out that way anyways so it no big deal."
"No thanks dad. I'll just walk there. You know clear my head, get some air?"
"Yeah." He looked down at the ground and you could hear the uncertainty in his voice "are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to tell him to fuck off."
It was know my turn to stare at the ground. Half of my wanted to scream no, no I don't want to do this while the other half screamed yes, yes I need to do this. It seemed like I had been looking at the ground for over an hour.
"Yes. I want to do this."He stood there, my father, and swayed from his heels to toes back to heels as he fished around in his pocket.
"Well then I guess you could probably put these to better use then me." He threw me a new pack of cigarettes and left with a warning. "Tell your mother and I will personally neuter you with a rusty Spork."
I watched him leave with a confused uneasy feeling about what had just happened, and hoped that I would never become as strange as he was. I heard the high pitched beeping of my phone alerting me that I had to leave. It was 9:45, in fifteen minutes I was going to be thrown head first into a situation I had no doubt would end in my breaking down.
I stepped out of my room and glided towards the front door, I said good bye to my parents and reassured them that this was what I wanted, and stepped out into the world I already knew was harsh and unfair. I counted my foot falls.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I inhaled deeply on the slowly burning tobacco and sighed. I was hoping to have at least taken ten steps before the panic set in. I had 31 cigarettes including the one in my mouth and prayed they'd be enough to halt my eminent breakdown till I was back in the safety of my own house. I walked on and on and on. The park was just a head, I could smell the grass and younger cubs and somewhere in there I smelt something familiar, something old and long past, the same thing I smell every time I come to this park. The smell I smell every time I think of watching that sunset. I smell the two of us, but not how we are now, but how we were then; I smell the smell of grass stains on freshly washed jeans and the smell of friendly completion. But possibly the most important thing I smell is our laughter, and our happiness. I know it just my mind playing trick on me because I'm getting dirty looks from fearful me for lighting another smoke, I know it's just my mind playing tricks on me cause I can sense the mothers saying silent prayers hoping that their precious bundles of joy end up nothing like me and I can't help but to wish the same thing, I know my mind is just playing tricks on me because I can see a very annoyed fem bunny coming my way probably to tell me I'm despicable and disgusting, so I turn and walk away because I really don't feel like standing there, looking at the ground and saying, "Yeah...I am. I know I am," to some rabbit that has more important things to do.
I've arrived at the appointed meeting place, and immediately I want to leave. It was our place; we had found it one summer and had proclaimed it as ours from day one. It was a tunnel of sorts, we knew it had an end to it but we never had the chance to find out were exactly it went, we had an exploration date all set but in light of some particular events, the date went by with no new discoveries made. My mind told me that this place reeked of us. Of him and I. I shook my head clear of thoughts and blue smoke out through my nose masking every scent, real or not, in fog of tobacco. I looked at my phone. Lime green numbers flashed 10:05. He was late, and in all reality it didn't surprise me, he had never been on time for anything. Why should his be different, right? I mean what did I matter to him anymore, it's not like I'm the one being ripped to shreds just by being here, right? HE'S the one that needs closure.
I had worked myself up and my breathing was become something resembling gasps. I heard heavy foot falls, like that of someone in a hurry. I calmed myself down and breathed through my nose. Then it hit me, it was him, he was the heavy foot falls. He was the one coming this way; his scent hadn't changed much with time. It was unmistakably him, unmistakably Coda; he smelt of grassy fields after a little rain, of a freshly watered garden, he smelt of comfort. And it pissed me off to no end. I leaned back against the rounded wall of the tunnel I had once considered a place that gave off more comfort then home, and lit another cig as he appeared at the entrance. He had run some of the way and had worked up a sweat. I exhaled and he smiled.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he walked over to the wall across from me and leaned back. "So, what's up?"
"Well that all kind of depends." I gazed at him in non belief hoping he was joking about this small talk bull shit. "Do you mean recently, or since we last had any kind of interaction?" My voice was dripping with anger and sarcasm as he summed up the situation.
"You know," he had a smug edge to his voice "you really shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you."
"Well I have two things to say to that, I'll let you hear both and you can pick which one works best for your conscious. Option number one, you form bad habits when you have no one to consider a friend or option two, nor is getting your face clawed by your best friend but hey been there done that too," his head dropped, "Coda don't you dare act like that, I had trusted you with absolutely everything, and when I told you that I was gay you didn't just scar my face, you tore my heart to shreds, you took my ability to trust and love and pissed all over it. It's been over a fucking year Coda! I've spent over a year terrified and alone. And now all of a sudden YOU want closure" I could feel a tear falling on to my feet.
"Nero, I know that saying I'm sorry isn't going to say anything, but at the moment that's all I can say," he lifted his head and looked into my eyes "Nero, I am so sorry, I can't even begin to explain the amount of gratitude I have for you coming here and letting me tell you this. I don't want closure Nero, I just wanted to talk to you and see how you've been. I know it's been over a year and I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through. But I just need to talk to you. " We were still eye to eye. Both of us had on strong face even though tear freely flooded out of them.
"I refuse to accept your apology at this time. But if you have something to say then I'll listen to it."
"Thank you Nero, that's all I wanted. I just wanted to say that I've been thinking about life and the roles everyone plays in it, and I've been through every relationship I've made. I've been considering the relationship between parents and their children a lot. You see my parents..." he took a sharp inhale, "my parents got a divorce and my father moved out, and my thought process has changed a lot from a year back to now due to the lack of his influence. I've been able to form my own opinion on everything, including my religion, or lack thereof nowadays. I saw that my father's thoughts had flooded over to aspects of my life I never wanted them to, such as my friendships. He was always a man of god and deeply religious. He hates everything that goes agai-"
"Coda, if you're just going to stand there and use your father as an excuse I'm going to walk away. You made your choices, not him."
"I know that, but I didn't have a mind of my own back then. I was feeding off the hate he let out. I thought my I had escaped its influence but I realize now that I hadn't. I know that I chose to hurt you and leave you out in the cold, but I've thought it through and realized that that's not who I am, that that's not who I want to be."
I had known his father had been a bigot to I hadn't known to what extent. I even knew that Coda knew this, but he had always said he never wanted to turn out like his dad, hating everything while preaching about love and unity. We hated it even as kids."And who is it that you DO want to be Coda?"
"If I put the answer into the simplest of forums, I'd have to say, to be your friend."
My jaw hit went slack and something inside me burned. I felt anger out of nowhere and couldn't think straight. I took another drag and tried to calm down, I took another one, then another, and one more. I had lit three cigarettes in an attempt to calm down and only when I had snubbed out the third one did I have to control to speak. I took a deep breath and held in for a few second before letting it out in a rush.
"Coda, you say that you want to be my friend even in light of all that's happened," my voice was surprisingly calm and flat "we were friends for seven years. Seven whole years of being best friends, I considered you a brother Coda, I thought I could have told you anything and everything, but now every time I walk outside people stare at me cause of the marks you left. Every day I wake and have to see my face in the mirror and have it remind me of how wrong I was to put my trust in you."
"Please, Nero, I miss you. I miss what we had. Can we please just give it a try, just give it a month, I'm begging you Nero, please."
"Coda, I'll accept your apology and I truly hope that you meant not wanting to be like your father. But I'm leaving now. This conversation is over."
His face showed pain, and I knew that he now would have some sort of inkling as to the way he had left me feeling. His eyes strewn shut; his ears laid back, face casted upon the ground. He placed a hand on his head and sunk to a seated position as more and more tears fell from his eyes. I knew that his world had just collapsed. He had probably hoped that he could use me as some sort of stone to latch on to while he was thrown around the sea of his parents' divorce. I felt for him, I knew I always would but for now I had to leave. I pulled out the last cigarette and started my walk home, the sounds of sobs slowly fading in the back ground.
Later that day:
I had spent the rest of the day in my room think, with no company other than the smell of tobacco which had set into my fur. My father had left to go somewhere, something I was grateful for seeing as he would have wanted a detail retelling of everything that was said and that just something I wouldn't have been able to do. My mother was fine with letting me retreat into my room with no more than a "things went as expected."
I didn't know what to think any more, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was the two of us laying sitting shoulder to shoulder staring into the sunset. I had always clung to that memory for some strange reason; I just wish I could know why. Of all the time we spent together of all the memories we had, why I could only think of that damned sun set. I sighed and looked over to see the time, 6:45 flashed red across my eyes. I'd been in my room almost 8 hours; it was pointless I thought as I pulled out a single cigarette I had bummed off a wolf half way to my house. I opened my bedroom window and climbed out onto the roof. I stared out towards the horizon as the sun slowly crept down. I took a drag and filled my lungs with the tainted oxygen. I placed my head in between my knees and closed my eyes.
"You know, you really shouldn't smoke..." I jumped and lifted my head towards were the sound had come from "they'll kill you ya know." I smiled as tears ran down my face. There, sitting shoulder to shoulder with me was an orange fox with glowing golden eyes.
"Nero" my voice was shaky and strained "I'm so sorry, for everything."
"I know you are Coda, I know you are." His voice was sweet and calm. "But no more apologies for now, I'd really just like to watch this sun set."
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Dark Descent - Chapter 1 - Culling the Weak by KeeperSeen
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AU:This is a Story Following a OC character, Who is cruel and plays off the emotions of others to get what he wants. He's not for the faint of heart. Please take this into mind as this is a very dark fic that will involve canon characters from the Pokemon Series. So when you read this, remember one
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"Anal",
"Canon_Characters",
"Cream pie",
"Dark",
"Female",
"M/F",
"Male",
"Manipulation",
"OC",
"Team Rocket",
"Vaginal",
"ash",
"belly bulge",
"large insertion",
"misty",
"plot",
"pokemon"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696784-dark-descent-chapter-1-culling-the-weak
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AU:This is a Story Following a OC character, Who is cruel and plays off the emotions of others to get what he wants. He's not for the faint of heart. Please take this into mind as this is a very dark fic that will involve canon characters from the Pokemon Series. So when you read this, remember one thing. Rook is a evil prick with a sick and twisted heart as well as a Member of Team Rocket. This will have plot, smut and other fun things as well. So If you plan to read this series give it a few chapters for everything to come together. Also Constructive help is openly accepted as long as it's civil-Chapter 1-The best way to manipulate someone is not to try to trick them into believing any single idea or thought, but to convince them that the person who perpetuates any individual idea would never have reason or desire to harm them. Many men seek to use coercion to try and make others follow them, but actually all it took was the knowledge of what another yearned for to ties strings around another. The puppeteering that would follow would just be the icing on the cake, so to speak. That was how things had turned for one man as he held a certain red head while she weeped against his chest that warm Sunday morning.Considering that the two of them were at a funeral it only made sense that there was an air of sorrow around the two. Thankfully though, the weather was clear and crisp, the wind blowing the same as if were any other morning despite the fact that several machop were working together to lay the coffins of three sleeping figures into the ground while a priest spoke words of passing for the deceased. The array of people, and some pokemon, dressed in black made the scene as the redhead in question howled while trying her best keep herself from collapsing as she held onto the chest of the young man who was nuzzling the top of her head."And now," the pastor said, drawing the attention of all present, "as we lay these three siblings together within the earth we send out the white pidgey into the sky to guide their souls to the heavens," Wings flapped as the albino owls rose to the sky, on their feet the names of the three sisters which were now gone from the world. It was only when the cascading feathers of the white birds had fallen did the pastor began speaking again, but for one person, all they heard was silence as exhaustion and grief finally overcame them."Will you be able to take care of her, Rook?" A teenage Ash Ketchem said as he looked at those passing by him and then man who was busy kneeling next to an unconscious Misty. The black haired pokemon catcher looked down with sorrowful eyes as he watched the shuddering form of his former crush lay on the bed with tears streaming down the sides of her eyes. "Of course," The sixteen year old youth said without flinching, his hard eyes turned to look at Ash with a fire thatmade the other boy smile knowingly. "Alright," Ash said as he moved passed the other press a kiss onto the side of Misty's head. "If you need anything I'll be in town for a while," The black haired pokemon trainer acknowledged the grunt from the other as a sign of acceptance and then picked himself up to go about his way. "Come on, Pikachu," The yellow rodent in question turned to look to his best friend somewhat mournfully before nodding and then following after the human, its red cheeks sparking with small bolts of electricity as it did so.The electric pokemon hopped up onto his partner's left shoulder once the two had gotten to the door of the house which Misty now owned by herself and soon all that was left in the room was the figure of a man dressed in black standing over the prone figure of a heartbroken woman. Dark eyes stared at the other with a contemplative look before pale thin lips rose without warning or prompting.\****The key to properly keeping someone under someone's thumb was the ability to get the to believe that reliance on another was the only way in which their world could function. Whether this became a truth later on was a moot point, as true manipulation was no a two way street. More often, all forms of control were instantly lost when the balance of power began to shift in any way which deviated from one person having full control over another."Misty, I really think you should reconsider this," Rook said as he busied himself with cooking breakfast for the young woman. Wearing the pink apron while waving a spatula in his hand like some strange crossdressing housewife, Rook probably didn't realize that his current appearance made it hard for the redhead to take him seriously."Look," Misty all but growled, he patience over the last few days after the funeral having made her somewhat more curt and short tempered. Ash had learned the hard way about this in the past when the two of them journeyed together with Pokemon Gym Leader Brock, so the black haired trainer had made himself quite scarce over the last few days. Though that didn't stop him from coming by just to pop his head in, every couple of hours. "You said that you think you might have a way to find out about what really happened, and I want some results!" Rook sighed as he felt a small headache come on, he was never all that good at dealing with emotional females who raged at him. A testament by his former single status before stumbling over Misty. Opening his mouth to speak, the sixteen year old snapped his jaw closed as he noted, one, the hard look the new gym leader gave him, Misty having taken over after her sister's death as leader of Cerulean City's only gym, and two, the smell of his quiche burning. Flipping around with a yelp, the black haired youth quickly scooped the egg out of the frying pan and then safely settle it onto the plate next to the stove, thanking god that it hadn't burned. "Look,Misty," the young man cut the quiche in half, dumping one side over onto an empty plate off to the side before turning to regard his girlfriend. "I know that I said that I had some contacts that I could put you in touch with, but I think you're going down the wrong road with this," Picking up both plates, grabbing some silverware from the drawer underneath the cabinets, Rook marched his way over to where Misty was busy looking through the reports the police had given her on hit and run accident that had claimed her siblings life with almost desperate determination. How the redhead had gotten such things, well, that was the first sign of proof that Rook had connections in all the right places."At least I'm doing something!" Sparkling blue eyes turned to regard the other, the evidence of tears soon about to flood down the young woman's face.Rook could only sigh as he untied the ties of the apron from off around his back before pulling the frilly garment up from over his head and then settling it down onto the empty chair opposite of Misty. Taking the seat for himself, Rook said a prayer over the food, ever so grateful to be able to have the ability to cook for himself, before taking a fork and sticking it into his quiche. "Yes you are, but look at what's happening to you in the process," Blowing over the steaming egg the young man popped his creation into his mouth, chewing slowly so as not to burn his mouth, and then swallowed audibly. "Needs more salt," He muttered before turning his attention to his girlfriend, "You're barely eating, as can be seen by my food being disregarded after I put so much love and care into it," That made Misty lower her eyes, "You're refused to get more than four hours of sleep in your quest to go over every little detail of the case, of which has only been opened for a week now, despite the Officer Jenny of this city telling you that she and the rest of the police force were doing all they could to help catch the person responsible for..." Rook paused as he noticed the redhead wince, "...doing what they had done, and lastly, you've closed down the gym, preventing up and coming trainers from continuing with their dream of being promising pokemon trainers." That last fact hit the hardest, something Rook knew that it would as he watched the redhead let out a cry of frustration. What Misty did next was no surprise to the other, but it did make Ash, who was looking through the window to check on his friend jump just a bit. "I know that, okay!" A fist slamming onto the table followed the cry on someone falling back onto the ground with a loud 'thump'. Neither Rook nor Misty took notice as they were used to a certain pokemon catcher's clumsiness as he tried to make himself somewhat like a ninja in his stealth-like surveillance. The sounds of his moans of pain were a testament to how much the other failed in this endeavor. "I just..." Misty bit her lower lip as she tried to findthe words in which summed up her tumultuous feelings, "I can't let this go, not knowing that somewhere out there, the person who took the only family I have away from me is sleeping in peace!""But look at what you're becoming because of it." Rook said gently. "Are you sure you want to turn yourself into a monster just to catch another?" The young man didn't wait for an answer as he pushed the plate Misty had refused to touch closer to the other, adding a fork over the cooling egg as he did so. "I don't think you deserve such a thing, Misty, you're too good for that," The black haired youth watched as his girlfriend slowly began to smile at him before adding, "despite the occasional temper tantrum." That instantly made the other scowl and then huff before snatching up her eating utensil to begin viciously tearing into the quiche in front of her.Outside of the house, "He's...ugh...right Misty," The pained confirmation from a certain Ketchem boy made the redhead roll her eyes while Rook chuckled behind his left hand. A 'pika'pika' sound seemed to confirm the slightly injured youth's declaration."You should listen to your friends, they knows things," That got a laugh from the redhead.*****The art of being able to read someone is key to any kind of manipulation. Knowing how someone will and will not react takes time to learn, but in being able to read them - their physical reactions at a certain play of words and their emotional responses to physical gestures - has been a time honoured skill for which men, and many women, have used to draw out responses from others."Misty, are you sure about this?" Rook asked as he looked down at the smaller woman, his dark eyes considerate as he worried over how what was to take place would go for the two of them. A hesitant nod of a head made the young man sigh before leaning down to kiss the redhead onto the nose, a giggling response making him smile just a touch. "Alright, but at any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop," A bob of a head later and soon the bedroom became filled with a heavy sigh as an age old dance played out between man and woman.Taking a slight step back..."I'm impressed, Misty," Rook said as he handed the other a bottle of water to which the sweating redhead took the offered gift without thought, popping open the cap and then taking a swig of the cool fluids without really considering her actions, "You let the young trainer win, despite the fact that you could have beaten her without a second glance," The newly defeated gym leader shrugged before pulling the half empty water bottle from her lips,"The kid deserved to win," that was usually not how gym leaders were supposed to act, at least, now by the standards in which they had promised themselves to after creating and opening their own gym via accepting the rules and ordinance of the Pokemon Registration League. "Letting her get over onStaryu was the least I could do, especially after seeing how..." Misty stopped at that, he eyes lowering just a touch as she was reminded of days passed."How much she reminded you of a certain loudmouthed pokemon trainer?" Rook didn't have to guess what his girlfriend was thinking on that one, having been around a certain pikachu partnered youth for the last month and a half had made him very much aware of how Misty responded to Ash's quirksome behavior and personality.The fact that Ash had moved on just a week ago, saying something about his mom had needed him to come home to do chores around the house, Rook didn't bother to ask after meeting the very...odd Mrs. Ketchum at the funeral. That had been the only thing which pulled the young many away from his former crush, the young pokemon trainer having taken to working several odds jobs around the city of Cerulean just so that he could keep an eye on his still emotionally frail girlfriend. Had Rook been any other guy he might have been somewhat annoyed by the fact that his girlfriend's 'best friend' was constantly hovering around, but in actuality this gave the young man the chance to check on some things while leaving the redhead in the care of someone he knew would look out for her. "Don't start," Misty chided, a dark glower in her eyes as she looked through her peripheral at her boyfriend. Wisely, Rook brought his hands up in surrender before smiling nervously."Ok, ok." There was silence between the two for several seconds before Misty picked herself up from the bench she was sitting on, stretching her tired form in a way that made blush and turn his head to the side as he felt a stiffness in his pants began to tent the fabric of his black cashmere pants. "Ah, so anyway, I have that information you and I had been talking about," That got an instant reaction from Misty, though not the one Rook would have expected."Who?! What?! When?!" The redhead barked as she slammed her boyfriend into the nearby wall, his head bouncing somewhat as he made impact. "...ouch." Rook said as staryu bloomed in front of his eyes, dancing somewhat erratically as they did. A shake of his and the playful starfish pokemon trailed back into the black waters of oblivion from which they had come. "I'm almost afraid to tell you now, I might go through the wall if I do," Rook joked, at least until he saw his girlfriend growl up at him, a show of her blunt teeth reminding him of this arcanine he had seen once as it was about to tear into the throat of a rapidash. "But of course, common sense has always been my best friend and is currently urging me to tell you that you should probably see something in the living room, dear, after closing up the gym, of course," Before Rook could get the world close out of his mouth the redhead who had had him pinned up against the wall spun around and dashed from the locker room where the two of the hand been standing,never once minding the fact that she was only in a thong as he ran full speed to the front. 'Oh boy,' Rook thought as he slid himself down the wall, his knees having given out at the display of his girlfriend's hostility, 'I hope I'm doing the right thing here,' Bowing his head into his chest, the black haired youth let out a low sigh before snorting a chuckle.It was later in the day when Misty found herself being hugged by Rook, the redhead having seen the tape for which showed the person in question who had killed her sisters. The black film had been made via a sky satellite which had been looking down over the city of Cerulean at around eight thirty, just ten minutes after Misty's sisters had been fatally killed while driving from the restaurant they had treated themselves out to. The man had looked around himself in some paranoia before gazing up to the sky, a prayer on his lips before a sound from behind him made him take off from the car which he had been driving. The fact that someone had shown up in the video several seconds later to drive off with the open doored car only served to make Misty cry out like a banshee."So this is why the police were having such a hard time," Rook said out loud, though he hadn't mean too. Officer Jenny had come around to tell the younger woman that they had found the car in which had killed her sisters, however, the person who had been driving it had profusely claimed innocence to the deed of slaughtering the three siblings; he was just a car thief who had seen a weird guy get out of the vehicle, leaving the keys still in the ignition, before taking off with the free ride. A Hypno-hypnozation test had proved that the man hadn't been lying, though it did lead to several other arrests for which an entire ring of car thieves had been caught, not that that meant much to the distraught Misty.The young redhead gym leader had been somewhat distraught for the rest of the evening, her mind reeling from the knowledge that she was so close to the person who had taken her sisters from her, and yet, she might as well have been on the moon looking down at them for the good it did her. It was because of this that Rook found himself taking care of the smaller woman, helping her to strip out of her clothes to take a bath for the evening, massaging her back to relieve the built up tension Misty had kept locked inside after watching the video. All the way until the black haired youth had carried his still slightly distraught girlfriend to her bedroom, the two of them sleeping in opposite rooms as Misty often felt unsure about having her boyfriend, or rather, this young man be so close to her. Not exactly the blushing virgin type, Misty's sisters had raised her to be chaste and demure in her affections with the men in her lives, the fact that the trio had been single before their deaths spoke volumes about how far they had taken this fact to heart, however..."Will you, staywith me, Rook?" The young man had blinked twice, sure that he had heard wrong, but at looking into his girlfriend's sparkling eyes the youth couldn't help but nod slightly before slipping into bed with Misty.It was sometime later during the silence of the night that things had changed between the two. Misty had not been able to sleep as she her mind had constantly tossed and turned over thoughts best left unspoken. Of course, a mind in turmoil leaves the body open to various...instincts which nature had already established through extensive experimentation made over centuries upon centuries. So when Misty found her hands reaching down to fondle herself with provocation she was slightly surprised by what she found. "Huh?" She gasped as she fingered herself without meaning to, the stimulation fascinating her as he found her clitorious for the second time in her life, the first having been in the bathroom some years earlier which had led to a very...long conversation with her sisters after she had ran screaming to them about the 'bump on her no-no'. "Is something that matter?" A half-awake Rook questioned, the other having drifted off almost an hour after he had laid Misty into bed.There was silence as the redhead looked at her boyfriend, his sleepy eyes watching her somewhat bemusedly as he fought himself against going back to sleep. Tense seconds passed for Misty as she debated over a thought and a choice which would have a strong impact over her future. "Rook," The youth cocked his head, awareness coming back to him as the male instinct took rise over the sound of a woman in turmoil. "I think...I'm ready..." It actually took the young man several seconds to figure out what his girlfriend was talking about, his left eyebrow raised to the sky as he blinked rapidly at the other. However, once thought unified together with knowing...And that was how Rook found himself with his arms on the sides of Misty's head, the two of them naked as the day they had been born into the Pokemon world, while the young man looked down worried at his soon-to-be lover. Now, normally, when a man is preparing to deflower a woman, he has a sense of confidence about himself, hormones within the brain telling the masculine figure that he is about to exert himself over his opposite as nature had originally designed, however, perhaps because of this new age of enlightenment, Rook found himself nervous as he stared down at his girlfriend. That, of course, hadn't stopped his prick from elongating down between his legs, the heavy weight of the fourteen inch phallus weighing down against the redhead's stomach like a small arbok as the flared head of the mushroom tip of the young male's cock seemed to flex in want to be within the hole which called to it. Just to top of the already uncomfortable scene, Rook's balls, full and weighty between his legs like ripe fruit from off a tree branch, seemed to churn almost visibly asthe black haired youth's semen bubbled deeply within his testicles."Misty, are you sure you're about this, because I can wait, trust me on that," Rook seemed to be almost desperate as he spoke down to his girlfriend. The fact that Misty was smiling up at him somewhat abashedly onto served to heighten the other's nervousness. "I mean,""Rook," The black haired teen blinked and then looked down at the redhead, "shut up," At that, the young man did as he was told, his face hardening somewhat so as to shut down his still spiraling feelings. "Alright," It was with that the at the young man leaned down to press a chaste kiss over his girlfriend's lips, plunging his tongue into the warm depths of the redhead's mouth, allowing her to such on his mobile flesh, before moving his hips in such a way that the head of his mushroomed sex rubbed over the outer lining of the young woman's nether lips. Sweet juices quickly began to pour out from both male and female as Misty's untouched vagina oozed a thick, musky secretion from the rising heat filling her body while Rook's own sticky nectar dripped down onto his lover's twat, the effect of his balls bouncing back and forth between his legs as she shuffled himself over his girlfriend.Still swapping spit with one another, the pair didn't bother to notice the peeking eyes of a certain yellow pokemon outside of the redhead's window. Beady little eyes watched on with curiosity, the sights, scents and sounds from inside of the room making the animal in question tilt its head to the side just a tad before the next scene caused it to jump back...which consequently sent it tumbled down the side of the house with a startled cry. A flash of electricity the only proof that the other had even been there.Misty arched off the bed, her body moving like a living wire as she felt her unspoiled cervix become filled with the girth of her lover's ponderous shaft. Rook, for his credit, moved very gently as he broke through the thin lining protecting Misty's womb from his cock, but there was no way that there wasn't some pain involved for the redhead as she experienced the sensation of her womanhood being taken by the large penis of her boyfriend. Rook breathed silently, watching every little motion of Misty's body as he held a third of himself inside of the way too small vagina before him.The sight of the redhead, tears in her eyes as she stared up at him lovingly, sweat pooling from out of her pours down the side of her neck as her pulse fluttered underneath her skin as her heart began to race like mad as she panted in exertion, the tiny little hairs on her body standing tall as pain began to bleed slowly into pleasure within her, all served to make Rook realize that he had a true gem with the young maiden who innocence he had just robbed. Seconds like hours passed as Rook steadied himself from going any further, his concern for Misty outweighing the drumming howl inside ofhis head to take and claim the female beneath him as was his right to do. And yet, once his cock slowly began to slide within his woman, his large girth literally being swallowed by the hungry hole which clenched around his turgid member, the young black haired male could hardly stop himself from pushing his hips forward into his girlfriend's pussy, the deceptive muscles of his thighs helping to drag him down as he went as he all but growled at the blushing pokemon gym leader. Six, eight, ten, eleven inches of male shaft went up inside of Misty, the length all but bulging the front of Misty's stomach as her unused cunt accepted the thick log of flesh which surged with blood and testosterone. Meaty veins pulsing all across Rook's cock sent pleasurable tingles up inside of the young man's backside as he shiver visibly. Once he felt the press of his groin against his girlfriend's Rook took a breath, his hot pant blowing across Misty's sweat soaked hair making her chuckle somewhat."Glad you're enjoying this," he said, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at the redhead, her own eyes no longer misting with the dew of tears.The young woman said little as she raised her legs up, curling them around her boyfriend's backside like a twisted vice, before hugging him in deeper to her. 'Shh, don't talk so much,' Misty replied, her voice husky with the sounds of her parched throat.Rook, ever the gentleman, nodded and then began to pull himself back so that he could slide his cock free from his girlfriend's sheath. The slow movement of flesh against flesh made for a noiseless utterance as the fluids, both male and female, helped to ease the black haired male out from his girlfriend's cunt. Seven inches made it pass before Misty gasped, that was Rook's indication that he should move back inside of the redhead, for which he did. A powerful thrust of his muscles later and he and Misty fully returned to being one once again. Another slow pull backwards, this time with almost ten inches sliding free of the other, Rook let loose a chuckle as he heard his girlfriend yip like a startled rattata before he delved himself back inside of her.This began the motions of the two youths sexual tryst. Rook thrusting and huffing as he pushed and pulled himself back and forth from out of Misty, while the redhead shuddered and shivered as she tried to cling tightly around the male above her. The bed beneath them rocked back against the wall as though an earthquake were occurring, Rook's heavy pounding of his oversized tool inside of his woman making for an interesting 'slap-slap-bump-bump' noise as the black haired man rocked with fervor inside of his girlfriend's loosened cunt. Fingers drawn tightly into the covers beside Misty's head, Rook grunted, his teeth clenched together almost impossibly tight, as he fucked Misty the way he had longed to. Weeks of frustration, both sexual and mental, came out in steady beats as the black hairedyouth desperately drove himself into his lover. Legs tensed with determination, Misty barely noted how Rook pulled himself up to make even deeper thrusts into her cervix, her eyes had long since shut tightly as the button of pleasure inside of her body was pressed so hard and fast that she felt as though her mind was exploding with pleasure.'So beautiful,' Rook thought as he bent himself low so that he could sweep his tongue over and across his girlfriend's throat. 'Tasty too,' he chuckled somewhat jovially before he began to place small nips and kisses onto the pale length of his lover's vulnerable sternum.How many minutes passed between them, neither could say as the moon outside, half full in its monthly transition, watched on through the closed window leading to Misty's room. However, it was easy to tell that the passing of time was having little effect on the two lovers as they continued to buck and moan against one another, their vocal undulations having started some time after Misty's first climax snuck up on her causing her juice box to wrap like a steel trap around Rook unrelenting cock. Huffing and panting, crying out in bliss as the wet scent of musk filled the air all around them, both Misty and her boyfriend lost themselves to the passion in which they were feeling as they danced the primal beat for which all things began.So it was took the redhead by a very big surprise when she suddenly found herself empty of the delicious phallus which was wrapping her senses within bliss the likes of which she had never experienced before, only to be flipped over onto her hands and knees like a dog and then stuffed full of said cock once again. Just this time, Rook's cock shot itself into the other's anus instead of her leaking cunt, something for which Misty, quite loudly, made protest over.Lights within the surrounding houses came on as the redhead let out a scream for which sent several sleeping sparrow scattering into the night. Of course, this barely stopped a certain black haired male, the devilish grin on his face as his dark locks framed over his eyes, blocking them from sight, gave the only indication that the other was even remotely aware of what he was doing as he thrust himself fully into Misty's butt. "Rook!!!" the redhead cried, her voice somewhat broken by the sob which followed after. "What are you...!!!!" The young man gave no notice of having heard his girlfriend as he moved like a beast possessed while pumping his fourteen inch tool with the other. Misty quickly lost her misgivings as she felt her ass get treated to the same satisfaction for which her cunt had been given just minutes prior. It hurt, oh how it hurt, her netherend having no preparation for which she could prepare herself for what she now experienced, however, that wonderful cock, so thick and full and dribbling with pre-come, made things better very, very quickly and soon Misty was moaning and crying out in euphoriaonce again. Rook growled like growlithe as he leaned over his girlfriend's backside, his chest beating into her own as he fucked her like a some kind of female pokemon, before he sent his tongue out over and across her shoulder, the threat of the coming bite most imminent in his actions. Misty could only yelp as he tender muscles were taken by blunt teeth as her boyfriend bit her while at the same time he pulled the fullness of his cock, wet with pre-come, but thankfully no blood, out of her before shoving himself back in all the way. The bed actually slammed against the wall with enough force to make the downstairs fixtures rock as Rook began to saw his phallus in and out of his girlfriend with abandon, his grinding hips helping to accentuate the action as he did so. If anyone had tried to call out to the black haired male right then and there they would not like what they found as the testosterone boiling inside of the other's flailing nuts was making all common sense and rationality disappear from the young man's mind leaving little, save a beast that would rival any feral pokemon in sexual ferocity.A few steady moments of the rough treatment later and everything came to a head as Rook pulled himself off from Misty's shoulder, his canines somewhat stained red where they had punctured through the redhead's skin, and then howled loud enough to make several wild pokemon yip, bark, bleat and otherwise cry out in acceptance over his claim of the nubile female beneath him. For Misty, the feeling of her boyfriend's orgasm inside of her butt had a dual effect on her. For one, the head and volume of the young man's explosive climax made her stomach literally bloat as his apple sized balls flooded the younger woman with a load so thick and potent that many would think her pregnant if they had seen her afterwards. For the second, the heat of her backside being filled made the redhead croon and then sigh as her second climax of the night snuck up on her, her legs tensing in shock as he cunt burst with female sap down onto her bed. Rook kept himself rocking into his lover, his eyes clenched tight as his cock continued to pulse with rope after rope after rope of cum until, finally, some minutes later the young man had nothing left to expel. Pulling back from Misty, or rather falling back as he did, the black haired male let his engorged cock pop out of the other with a wet and stick 'BLOP' sound, consequently, this left nothing to hold back the flood of see that had gushed into Misty. 'Cool', Rook thought, the only other coherent thing to bounce between his head other than the need to piss as he watched white streaks of cum literally flow out of his girlfriend's ass like a mini deluge. 'So that's why they call it creampie'. He chuckled before watching as Misty shakily turned herself around to stare at him, her eyes dark with lust as she panted like a ponyta after a hard run. The redhead looked like she wantedto say something but before she could she found one of her arms taken by her boyfriend. A swift yank later and Misty was treated to a face full of cum smeared cock, something no young lady should ever have, especially after her having her brains nearly fucked out, not because it was wrong, but because the scent of the combined sweat and pheremones dripping down the side of the large shaft usually did things to a woman's brain. At least, that was the excuse Misty would think up later on after she found herself slurping down her boyfriend's fourteen inch monster while fingering herself. Of course, being a gentleman, Rook would never mention anything about this come morning.****"NO!" Rook shouted, the black haired man nearly stomping his foot onto the ground like a two year old who couldn't get his way as he stared down his girlfriend. The latter of whom was staring back at him somewhat accusatory as they stood together within the kitchen of Misty's home. "You cannot this into your own hands! Let Officer Jenny handle it!" "They've handled it all the way to the point where they can't!" The redhead shouted, her voice on the verge of tears as she spoke. The knowledge that they couldn't actually apprehend her sister's killer because of substantial evidence, most of which should not have existed in the first place and whose authenticity was questionable, had all but devastated the younger woman. Rook had tried everything in his power to console his girlfriend after she had fallen into the black mood she had drowned herself into, but nothing seemed to work, except...a mistake. "Misty, please," The black haired male walked over to his lover, embracing her and then placing his head onto hers as he continued to speak, "don't do what I think you're doing. You WILL live to regret it, I promise you that," Rook knew that he should have never made mention of the fact that sometimes justice was best taken into the individual's hand after the lady officer of the city had come to report the bad news to the couple, but what was done was done, and now..."Rook...I...I need to make this right," Misty replied, her eyes full of tears as she looked into her boyfriend's sorrowful gaze. "Please, you've got to understand," "I don't and I'm sorry for that, but if you do this, there'll be no way to make it right, Mist," Rook called the redhead by the nickname he had given her, not the most original, but it was literally the thought that counted. Silence stood between the two of them as they rested against one another in the kitchen. Neither noticed a certain pikachu outside the only window looking into the redhead's home from that side of the house.**\*\*"I told you..." Rook said as he pulled the redhead close into himself, the still form of the now dead individual laid out on the ground of the pier looking up at the sky with empty eyes. "Nothing ever makes this sort of thing right,"How Misty had found out about the whereabouts of the man who had taken her sister's lives, not even Rook was sure, but after tracking the other down, via a desperate call from a certain Ketchum boy, the black haired youth had all but raced out of his girlfriend's house on the back of his arcanine as he tracked down the wayward gym leader. He was too later, however, the deed was done and now there was nothing left to do but make sure nobody ever knew but the three of them."Arcanine, flame thrower!" A burst of intense heat from the flame canine next to him and soon the spiraling form of a tornado of crimson and orange ran across the sky. Misty watched on with an empty look as she unconsciously clung close to the only person she could rely on, her bright eyes were so unfocused with tears that it was a high doubt in Rook's mind that she was actually seeing his pokemon burn the body of the unnamed man to a crisp. By the time the police arrived onto the scene, a tornado of fire often had a way of drawing unwanted attention, there was nothing left for Officer Jenny and her crew to investigate; another unexplained happening which was chalked up to an undocumented pokemon battle. Cerulean gym closed down for a month after the incidence, trainers from all over complained to the city officials of the happening, but everyone just agreed that Misty, the gym's leader had finally had the nervous breakdown which she was due and waved everyone off from bothering her. Only two people actually ever saw the redhead while the gym remained closed, both of whom were the only two friends that Misty could trust. Neither of them could get the redhead to open up though, a perpetual gloom seemed to hang over the normally chipper female as he remained within her room, her mind circling in turmoil over her rash actions. "Misty," Rook called, knocking on the door before entering, as per the gentleman he was. "I brought you something to eat and some new clothes to wear," The redhead had barely so much as bathed after she had been returned home by her lover, Rook having to actually wash and dry Misty by hand as she was almost listless in her response towards anything and everything. The young man placed the bag of clothing onto the bed, setting the plate of steaming food onto the dresser nearby, before walking over to his nearly catatonic girlfriend.The black haired youth said nothing as he settled himself onto the floor of next to the redhead, he knew it would be best not to agitate her less she do something rash. Silence reigned between them for almost an hour as the day moved on about its way, yet today proved to be quite special for all as..."Thank you," Misty said, nearly causing Rook to hop out of his skin as he quickly flipped his head towards his lover. The sight of bleary eyes gazing back at him made the black haired youth's lips turn upwards as he nodded to the young woman without uttering a sound.Shuffling his way back onto the floor, Rook reached behind himself for the bag he had brought, careful not to break his gaze from his lover, and then pulled himself back over to the redhead to give her his gift, via dropping the carrier down in front of the other.Again, nothing was said between them as Misty broke her empty, but calm stare to turn her head to look at the bag which had been set before her. Hesitantly reaching inside, not sure what to expect, Misty was a little surprised to find a two piece shirt and shorts, both black in color, up to her face."I thought, you know, with you still mourning ...everything...that maybe this would..." was all Rook got to say before he was literally glomped by the redhead, a howl a misery leaving from her lips as she cried her first tears since the 'incident' had happened. Smiling with a knowing smile on his face, Rook reached up to pat his lover on the chest, gently beating out the fear, terror, and pain, as he looked up to the window which showed the starry sky above.'We've got a real long one ahead of us,' he thought with a sigh as he slowly began to rock his girlfriend back and forth while humming a small tune into the back of his throat. 'But we can do it,' A small chuckle left his throat as he thought over something best left unsaid.Later, after Misty was asleep, Rook made his way down the hallway towards the living room, a small swag in his steps as he thought over getting back to that book he had been trying to read over for the past month plus. Moving to the couch and then pulling out the hardback from underneath the couch, the black haired youth read over the last few pages of the current chapter he was on.'In order for one to maintain control over another, a steady line must be formed between the handler and the one being handled. In short, no deviant can be allowed to form that would cause the one being handled to think outside of the patterned modus operandi for which the handler must use in order to remain in control over another. Doing so causes the handled to become unsure of their place, or otherwise, deviate from what should become their natural inclination towards thought and action.'Rook nodded at this as he thought over how much time he had spent over his latest project sleeping down the hall. The knowledge that all of his hard work could be wasted because of one anxious action made the black haired male scowl before shaking his head.'Four months of planning can be ruined in one day? Heh, not on my calendar,' the youth muttered a growl as he mentally went over how much time, effort, and money he had spent on his little 'project'. 'Uncle Giovanni was right, it is easy to get someone to give you body and soul,' Rook turned his head to look back to where Misty slept. 'Especially when you take everything away from them,' The derisive snort the young man made was followed by a slow turn of the next page of the book he had inhis hand.
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warning for those of you who do not wish to read about adult material, or any thing furry... well if you meet requierment no.2 what the hell are you still doing on this sight? you should have left long before now. and you the man siting infront of your monitor with the can of spam. yes you, you leave too your just a wierdo. any how with out any delay the story... oh yeah all the stuff regarding rejuves is a concept by a guy named Lurking Dragon, and the idea of saiyans (saiyan-jins) are the property of Mr. Toriyama (may be spelled wrong) all the chars are my own origanal idea, and may not be used unless asking first, and any resemblence to any one liveing dead or imagenary is PURELY coincadental.
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Concept by Lurking Dragon story by Fur ball Oringal story Kayla by Prof. Bob (whom is alowing me to use a tiny bit of his univirse to tell a tale of my own. every one say thank you bob ^\_^) \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
I remember that day, the day I was rejuved for the first time.... Well ok it was the second time but I wasn't awake for the first and it lasted about 1 day as I was rejuved due to medical reasons, then I had to be rejuved again because when you are rejuved as a medicalos you're a girl and 7 years old but I didn't want to be a girl, or so they told me, in fact I don't remember the first time, or my life before that. I didn't lose all my memories though, mostly just my personal life, I remember being an adult and I remember most all the things I learned, but most of my personal life was lost I don't know why it was they said that it wasn't from the rejuve process and that it couldn't happen. All I know is that I am the only documented type of my species I don't know what I am really but the best I guess is that I am part human and part wolf, or at least an alien species that looks like an anthro wolf. You can only tell my differences by my ears and tail as my ears are situated on the top of my head like a wolf and well my tail no human has a tail. Not as if they were all that easy to hide any how cause I have dark black hair and I have a pelt over the rest of my body which is white, and my eyes are a set of bright green eyes that really make me stick out especially in a crowd most of the older humans have told me that it reminds them of an ancient earth movie called dune only mine are green instead of blue. Apart form all that... I look just like every other human.
Any how its lovely where I am now and I have a great family, I don't think I had a family before. I know I said I lost all my memory but something inside me tells me that I didn't. They accept me for what I am and I love them dearly for it, any how I have this feeling that every thing is going to be ok.
"Arein!! Elisa!! Lunch is ready!!" his mother said in that happy way.
Arein's ears perked as he shut his journal and started out his bedroom door only to run into his older sister Elisa who was just out her door, she was a Jalaxian with white fur with a bit of a silver tent to it and an odd pinkish color hair with her eyes being two different colors one blue and the other gray, though you had to look real close to tell. She was just about knocked over by the young hybrid that she loved so she had grown to love so much, as he was darting out the door. She snatched him by the coiler of his shirt and pulled him back to her with her furry arm around his neck. He didn't resist to much knowing full well what was happening with his tail flipping in anticipation for his meal.
"So what is your hurry wolf boy?" she nuzzled the back of his neck while she was roughhousing with her "little brother" to let him know she was just joking with him.
"Come on Elisa mom just said she got done with lunch," he struggled to get free but she had a hold of him and he didn't want to hurt her plus he remembered his mom say something about wrecking the house the last time they played so rough.
"Oh your always thinking about food, your just like dad, it's a wonder you too aren't blood related." she grabbed his soft wolf like ear and gave it a twist. "say the secret password." as she smiled with a kitten like grin.
"Cats rule and dogs drool...." he said quickly as he struggled out of her arms, and started to scurry down stairs only to be caught by the tail, as she pulled him back to her with the soft silken white fur of his tail in her paws.
"now what else did you forget to give me?" she smiled as he turned around and looked around quickly, blushed and then lay a quick kiss on her mussel.
"Elisa, can I go now please?... I'm hungry." he looked up at her with his big green eyes so how could she resist.
"ok, how could I say no to you when you give me a face like that." she let him go and they both went down stairs.
The two stepped into the room and smelled the absolutely delicious aroma of the lasagna, that there mother was cooking, along with homemade breadsticks through the heavy garlic and cheese aroma they caught a hit of some of her delicious rossen berry pie which was made of a berry from a planet called Kaltan, and the berries where especially hard to cook with. The children stood there for a few letting there mouths water with the heavenly scent filling there sensitive nostrils.
The moment was broken however by an angry tone from the kitchen. "My pie!" and they both stopped as they where filled with fear, they knew that there mother was angry and each looked at the other with a confused look, as there mother came through the door, she was normally a lovely dream of a women she was mostly calm and loving with every one she held dear, her hair as dark as the ravens feathers and her skin was fair with just a touch of the suns kiss, with tender brown eyes that made most males she crossed melt like candle wax in a searing flame, to her children (and just about every one else for that matter) she was a vision of beauty that was kind and loving, well not today... Though kind not to be under estimated as she was a half saiyan, Giving her extraordinary abilities that most did not. And though kind, and not much on this world got her angry enough to yell like she did, destroying greedily what she had worked so hard to create to feed her family being one of those reasons.
With the look only an angry mother could give (I think we all know this look) "Ok which one of you two, did it? If you tell me and come clean then the perpetrator will get off easier than intended but if I get any lies then you both get hash punishment. Under stand?" she sat there with her arms crossed as she stared down at the two quivering children.
They both started to say a jumble of words that sounded like apologies and both saying that they didn't do it. Then they saw there mother's eyebrow twitch. Then they said simultaneously "No mama please it wasn't us we were up stairs the whole time." as they hit there knees and there mother started to roll up her sleeve, the back door suddenly opened and Kalion came in and there jaws hit the floor, as he took a large bite out of the pie in question, and then asked as if nothing was wrong at all. "what's the racket about?" with his mouth full, being obviously his full saiyan blood got the best of him and he snatched the pie not thinking with his head but his stomach.
He was about to take a another large bite when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and his head connect with the table where it stay resting for a few seconds while he got the next sentence out, "Hunny, you seem upset is there something wrong?" with his face still in the table.
"Have you lost your damn mind!?" then she looked over at the children realizing that she needed to have an adult conversation, then she gathered her composure as best she could and said "Kids please set the table I wont be long," and then she turned to her husband "and YOU drop the pastry." he sat what was left of the pie on the table then was promptly drug out back by his tail. While he pleaded in his defense, though all his efforts in vain he gave it a shot any how.
A few moments later they all set at the table for lunch, with Kalion in a few small bandages and nano lotion in a few key areas. They all unfolded there hands after a small prayer, it was Sunday after all and Nasile liked to keep things formal on Sunday. They sat there for only a moment, when the smell of the food started to over whelm the two males at the table and they stated to quickly much down on everything at the table. When a blow as quick as lightning came across the table and both Arein and Kalion where rubbing there heads.
"Will you two leave some for us please, we would like to eat too." she said with her arms crossed and a wooden spoon in one hand.
The family continued to eat uneventful save for the news from Nasile that Ronny's mother called and he wouldn't be over to play with Arein after lunch like they had planed cause he was being punished. His ears drooped at the news, but he half excepted it as Ron was a hard timer. The day went on casually, some mild training in the workout room that was detached from the hose and in the back yard almost like a separate building for Arein with Kalion, then later Arein coxed Elisa in to a game of tag by sneaking up behind her and thwaping the tip of her tail and taking off. Then late in the evening they watched the holo with Nasile while Kalion took a soak in the hot tub after his personal training. Then Nasile said "Ok Elise, go take a shower and don't take to long cause I have got to get Arein ready for his bath."
"Ok mama." she smiled and started to trot up stairs, but she froze for a moment hearing on the news -...with severe Thunder storm warning tonight... - she felt the tension rise in her body, but she shook it off with the belief that it may not happen at all. So she took her shower letting the warm water wash away her fears. And she wrapped her self in a bath towel thanking the powers that be that she was 14 now and was 2 years past her hard time sentence and well into her soft time cause her tender rear couldn't take many more daily beatings plus she was a good girl so she didn't get many other spankings.
After Elise had finished her shower she padded casually to her room and passed Nasile and Arein, and she kissed them both good night as she did. Then Nasile made sure Arein had all his stuff and that he would be ok by his self then left him to his privacy and she went to Elise's room. Elise jumped a bit as the door opened, but when she saw it was only Nasile she continued to fasten the Velcro strap above her tail and turned around. "Oh hi mama." as she looked around the room still adjusting her panties and drying the rest of her fur to put the rest of her cloths on, she didn't mind her mom seeing her in the buff even though mother nature had already endowed this little one just a bit early. But she knew this was coming as she clearly remembers these years from her first time around, besides her mother had seen more of her many more times than any one else in the universe, so she really didn't mind as long as it was only her.
"Mama, have you seen my tube top I cant seem to find it?" as she stared to dry her pink hair off with the towel as it was thicker than her fur so it took longer.
Nasile looked down and saw the black tube top sticking out from under the bed. She smiled and picked up the article of clothing and walked over to her daughter, "Hear you are sweetie." as she held it out for her young one to take.
She quickly hugged her mother, for many reasons but mostly cause she hated to ware cloths at all when she slept, mostly because of a life alone before this, but this was the minimum she was allowed to where and she had already had the agreement with her that while she was little she could wear just panties but when she started to, "mature" then she had to cover that area up.
"Thank you mama." and she gave a quick lick of her rough feline like tongue across her cheek. "good night"
Smiled as she knew that her girl would be ok, with her original intent of checking in on her before bed more than complete in her opinion. She stayed up a bit longer to put Arein to bed when he was done with his shower, feeling her job complete when both her children where in bed she decided, to hit the sack her self.
Later that night Arein was awoken by some pressure on his shoulder and it shaking lightly. "Arein... Arein wake up... please... \*sniffle\*" he herd a quiet whisper of a female voice over him. "C-can I sleep hear just tonight Arein... \*wimper\* p-please." he then recognized his sister kneeling over him on his bed.
"Sis... what's wrong?" he asked then he saw her tears slowly streaming down her face. "Sure you can sleep here."
She started to nervously get in bed with him, but half way in a flash and then a loud boom, but just as soon as the flash happened she was huddled close, and in a small ball at his stomach just as fast as the flash its self but she only whimpered when the boom hit. Her tears soaked his chest in a matter of seconds as he held her tight.
"Elise, why come to me... why not mom?" he questioned after he thought she had calmed down some.
"Cause mommy can't know.. I-I tried for so long... so she wouldn't know, at first I didn't want to tell her cause someone had told me that some mommies spank you for stuff like that but then I found out mama wasn't like that \*sniffle\* and then it was just embarrassing and I didn't want her to know so I stuck it out every night this happened... u-untill tonight." she nuzzled his chest as he held her tight. "I-I just cant take it any more... I can't be alone.... please don't let me be alone any more... p-please \*sob\*"
He started to stroke her head softly and gave her a slight rock, as she tried to lay back and go to sleep. She kept wakening up at every crack, but then he started to hum her a lullaby and his tail twined with hers and she started to purr. Soon the loudest of cracks didn't so much as stir her form her deep sleep. It was then Arein felt like he was fulfilling his nature. It felt right to be needed to protect another especially one so dear. It was then he made a silent vow, that he would protect her, no not just her every one every one his ability would allow him to. Then he fell a sleep next to her.
The next morning some thing happened that doesn't happen very often school was let out due to weather problems. So Nasile decided to let them sleep in having discovered the utterly cute furry cuddled in Arein's room whether Elise wanted her to or not. She had figured that she had this problem but didn't want to embarrass her plus she figured that it would work its self out or she would come forward one or the other.
Not long after Arein awoke with Elise still asleep next to him soundly asleep. He looked at the clock and was almost worried, Nasile was at the door and she whispered to him. "Its ok, you don't have school today, I will explain later." and with that she left to go make breakfast.
Arein got up carefully and padded over to his desk and sat down and started to write in it at the end of his last entry added the events of the night and his own version of his vow with these words at the end. - yes I believe most defiantly everything will be ok form now on....
Then he was interrupted by a string in the bed and he looked back to her and leaned over the bed from his chair. "Its ok Elise, mom said there was no school." he said with a smile.
"That wasn't it." her ears scanned the room and herd the rain still pouring outside even though there wasn't a bolt of lighting for a while. "I-if it happens again... you won't leave me will you? Please don't leave me till the rain stops..." she said still there in his bed curled up feeling safe just being there.
"Sure sis I won't leave till it stops... I promise." he said with a smile.
She blushed at her next question. "and Arein.... If it starts again could you sing to me again... that tune like you did last night?"
He smiled and gave her a nod and a smile that seemed to tell her that she didn't even need to ask, then they gave each other a peck on the lips to say thank you, for being there for me, both of them needed that. As she feel back to sleep he finished his entry
\-yes I believe most defiantly everything will be ok form now on.... that I do. -
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Part 5-The Eye of the Storm by Blatzvack
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I have been getting some e-mails that have condemned me for Veronica's fate. So, to clear that up, I will say that no, I have not gone over to 'the dark side' (ergo, the side that supposedly causes me to write rape/bondage/masochistic sex scenes). I urge my readers to relax, it's just a story, and I
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"Canine",
"Cheating",
"M/F",
"Passion"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10168-part-5-the-eye-of-the-storm
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I have been getting some e-mails that have condemned me for Veronica's fate. So, to clear that up, I will say that no, I have not gone over to 'the dark side' (ergo, the side that supposedly causes me to write rape/bondage/masochistic sex scenes). I urge my readers to relax, it's just a story, and I assure that the days of loving yiff scenes are not over.
Okay, now my thoughts on this piece. I'm pretty sure that all of you are begging for me to shut up and get on with the story, but I will torture you some more until the good stuff gets on. Once again, the writer's cockblock demon haunts me, and therefore causes me to think that this section of the story sucks. But, this part is necessary for me to write the next part, so here it is:
(and of course the legal disclaimer that says that if you get offended or screwed up as a result of reading this story, it's your fault, not mine.)
(PS, as always, questions, comments, blah, blah, blah welcome, blah blah blah)
Jared was stirred back to reality by a hand upon his shoulder. It was Victor, who had risen once again from his chair. "I'm sorry. I can only imagine the pain you are going through." Jared put his hand up to silence the old mole. "I have to go to her." He said. Elder Trilliam stood up immediately. "Absolutely not! I'm sorry Jared, but I cannot risk the entire Confederation for Veronica. She will be missed, but she was a Hopper and knew the dangers when she took the mission. She made a selfless sacrifice and will be remem-" "Shut it!" Jared yelled, surprising the ancient badger, who was unaccustomed to such talkback. "She'd want to be saved, and if none of you cowards are brave enough to support me, I will go without the blessing of the Council!" Jared yelled. Elder Trilliam was fuming right now, the anger clearly rising in his eyes at this indignity.
Councilman Victor about faced to look at Trilliam. "I'm sure the boy doesn't mean that. He's just going through a lot. Come, Jared. You need to get some rest." Victor took Jared's arm and started pulling him to the door. Jared, however, had other plans.
Jared yanked his arm away, spinning Victor off balance. Leaving the falling mole, he opened the door of the Antechamber. "I'm serious." He said as he closed the door and jammed it. All the doors had a jam button, a useful mechanism that held the door shut until someone put in a code on either side. It was more of an advanced lock to quickly seal off doors, an invention made to make escapes from Swarm attacks easier.
Jared knew that each of the council members had the antechamber code, but he knew it would buy enough time. Jared walked off, leaving the guards to try and sort out the mess. He slipped off around the corner just as the commotion began as the Council began yelling for the guards.
He made his way through the familiar hallways into the Science wing and off to the Weapon's Development lab. He pressed his palm against the scanner and smiled as he saw no one in the weapon's lab. "Excellence." He said as he made his way to the weapon's rack, the place where finished weapons that were waiting for testing hung. He didn't find it odd that no one was in the weapons lab, as he could hear the commotion down at the Antechamber from here.
Jared reached for the spare set of Veronica's customized semi-automatics. He placed them in his hilt. He then took one of the AK-47s to strap on his back. He took out an M-16, also strapped to his back. He then looked at the rocket-launcher. The thing only carried one round, but even the scientists wouldn't touch it. The researchers had gotten afraid of it when they tested a readout of it's Aether waves, or some technical babble like that. They never had seen anything that carried that amount of destructive force. Jared wondered what an Aether-adapted nuclear bomb would do if this thing scared them.
Jared strapped, holstered, and carried all of his commandeered weapons. He walked down he the jump gate, taking the long route to avoid the crowd at the Antechamber. He stepped into the changing rooms and readied his Hopper suit.
Jared took a deep breath, the image of his lover flaring in his mind, steeling his resolve. "She will be safe!" he said to himself as he switched the terminal controls. Blue light flared as the Jump portal opened.
"Have...to...save...her..." Jared chanted to himself has he walked down the stairs to the Jump Floor. He started toward the blue vortex that was the Portal. However, he did a double take as he walked toward it.
Standing behind him were Sitz, Fuse, and Gorgon, each dressed in their hoppersuits. Jared looked away, knowing that they knew what he was up to, and probably would chase him into the portal if he tried to run. Luckily, he had expected this. "So, you've come to stop me, huh?" Fuse stepped forward. "Jared, please. Don't do this." Fuse pleaded. Sitz joined her, "We don't know what kind of pain you're feeling, but trust me, you can get through it." "It's not worth throwing your life away." Said Gorgon in his deep baritone voice.
"NO! Everyone stop saying that! I don't care if I will 'eventually' get over it! She was the best thing that ever happened to me! She was the first person to ever give a fuck about what happened to me! My life back on Earth was a living hell! No one or nothing in my life! But then Veronica came, when I was shunned before my family, and I had no one else to turn to, she was there! SHE SAVED ME!" Jared screamed at the trio, tears running down his face once more.
Fuse stepped forward once more, almost square with Jared now. "I know that you are hurting-" "NO! You don't know!" Jared screamed at the canine, "I saw her! I saw her face when she threw herself at the Swarm for my safety! And then I sit here for three weeks, thinking her dead and gone forever, and then I get a message. A filthy, stinking spider son-of-a-bitch tells me she's alive. Oh, it gets better. My love is being defiled by those dirty bastards THIS FUCKING SECOND!" Tears were raining from Jared now, and Fuse had joined him, her heart aching now that she fully realized Jared's torment. She would be doing the same thing in his position.
But, even though she understood it, she couldn't let her friend kill himself. "Jared, this is what the Swarm wants. They know you'll do anything to get her back. They have her mind, they know what you two share. Why do you think that they would only talk to you?" Fuse said, drawing Jared into a hug. Jared wretched himself away "I don't care. She needs me. And I won't let her down. Dammit, I refuse to let my kitten down!"
Fuse wished that she could have someone that cared that deeply for her. She saw the determination in Jared's eyes, that fierce longing, that fiery anger that showed Fuse just how much Jared wanted Veronica. Fuse had always been attractive, and suitors from all over came to try their luck. Fuse was not a slut, by far, but she did want more than just sex. No, she had had enough of boys wanting her for her body. She had only had a few partners, and she always thought she was in love with them, but realized that it was just loneliness. Now here was Jared, bound and determined to see his mate let free. It broke her heart.
But other things were at hand. Jared was walking toward the gate. "Gorgon, grab him!" said Sitz. Jared had expected this. As the dexterous bull ran toward him, Jared sidestepped, tripping the bull and sending him sprawling away. Jared continued his march forward.
"Jared, NO!" Fuse yelled as she broke into a run. Jared hadn't expected Fuse to react, so he was caught unawares as she tackled him. Luckily for Jared, his experiences had taught him quick reflexes as he reversed their momentum so they both were falling into the portal.
After Jared landed on the ground and heard the portal close, he stood and wiped his eyes as he stood up. He was back on the barren planet, christened Planet Remose. He looked back at the ground behind him. Damn, he didn't expect to have any of his comrades along with him, as it was his mission. Dammit, now things were complicated. Ah, well. He warned them, and it was her fault she was here. He started to walk toward the cluster of tunnels that lead down to the Swarm caverns, and therefore, his love.
Fuse got to her feet, her white and blue hair now with an orangish tint as the dust of the planet clung to her fur. "Jared, stop!" Jared turned around, and almost stumbled backward. Fuse was pointing a gun at him!
"I really don't want to do this, but I will!" Jared was stunned. She didn't want him to go to his death, but here she was pointing a gun at his head? As if sensing his confusion, Fuse said, "It's not lethal. It's designed to shoot a tranquilizer." Oddly, Jared laughed. "You just don't get it. Without Veronica, I am nothing. She is one with me, as I am with her. We are mates for life, and nothing can transcend it. And as long as I know she's alive, I will find her." Jared said, looking into Fuse's eyes.
Fuse lowered the tranq gun and walked up to him. "That's not true, Jared. You will be loved. You can still have a life. If you go down there, the Swarm will torture and kill you. But you can still have a life!" Fuse said, tears welling up once more.
"By whom? What life do I have besides Veronica? No one would love me! All I would do is things for the council, and I would just be a tool as my life sank back into the old rut it was on Earth." Jared said, his eyes lowering to the ground, his eyes watering as well. "I would!" Fuse said before she could stop herself. All the missions, all the times they were together. Fuse had long ago realized that she loved him; she saw his love for Veronica and wanted it.
"Liar. You just say that now to stop me from 'killing myself' as you people are convinced I will do. The Confederacy needs me alive to take trips to Earth and help them against the Swarm. No one cares about the real me. All anyone sees me as is the Earthling that holds the key to their survival." Jared said defiantly. "That's not true!" Fuse said indignantly, not liking Jared to put her on the spot. "I love you!" she screamed at him. Jared blinked. "Don't say that. I'm going to save Veronica and then things are going to be weird between us, you got that?"
Fuse stepped up to him and drew him into a deep kiss. She let her passion show Jared the truth in her words. Jared collapsed in her arms, dropping his gun and letting his strapped weapons fall from his back. They sank down to their knees, holding each other, still locked in Fuse's kiss.
"I'm sorry." Jared whispered. Fuse hugged him to her chest, stroking his hair. "Don't be. I understand." The cuddled and caressed each other on the sands. Jared was content to stay cuddled with her warmth for eternity. He let her breath wash over the back of his neck, the soft feel of her fur caress his front, her dexterous fingers pawing his hair, and the cool evening sun gently warm his back.
"Fuse?" Jared asked, "Yes?" the husky replied. "We really shouldn't be doing this..." Jared said in a hushed tone. "Don't worry." Fuse comforted, thoughts of Veronica pushed far back into her mind. Fuse was too busy living her dream. She had so many jackass boyfriends and never one lover. She wanted Jared to be her lover.
She pushed Jared away so that they were kneeling in front of each other. She put her hand on Jared's and guided his hand to her breast. He cupped her modest breasts in his hand as he fingered her nipple with his thumb through her hopper suit. She slid her top half out of the body-hugging hoppersuit. Jared was surprised at how hot she was. Even though that the hoppersuits showed off virtually every curve, Jared had never stopped to 'check out' Fuse. She was desirable, no doubt.
Jared leaned down to suckle on Fuse's exposed nipples, rolling one around on his tongue while he fingered the other one. He felt vibrations run through the canine's body as he sent little jolts of pleasure through Fuse's chest. These jolts of pleasure soon turned into heat, which moved from her chest into her thighs.
Jared recognized what the soft "mmmm" escaping from Fuse meant. He stopped his licking long enough to kiss Fuse's lips. He then kissed her neck, between her breasts, and continued to her stomach after laying her down and sliding the rest of her hoppersuit off, he finally made his way down to her waiting sex. He felt the soft moan emit from Fuse as his tongue slid across the slit and flicked upward at her clit. More moans came from his canine beauty as he inserted his tongue as far as it would go.
He licked upward, parting the lips as he went. He let his tongue slide out as he let the bare tip flick across the firm clit before he plunged back down. He kept this rhythm as he heard the groans and gasps crescendo. He looked up into Fuse's eyes, smiling as she pumped more of her juices out. Wordlessly, he pulled away.
He crawled up so he was right above Fuse. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself off of his tongue. He knew what she wanted. He let her slide his hoppersuit off. He placed his cocktip right at her warm entry. She closed her eyes and nodded. He pushed himself into her dripping lips. He started thrusting slowly, not wanting to hurt Fuse. However, Jared soon lost control as he felt the warmth of his canine lover around him. He pumped faster, letting his passion overtake his senses.
And Fuse was enjoying every minute of it. She arced her back, letting Jared thrust deeper. She felt the familiar sensations of orgasm welling up between her burning thighs. She kicked her legs out as she clamped down on Jared's still-thrusting member. She let the orgasm wash over her as Jared felt her contractions milk his pole for all of it's worth. The two faded into afterglow. Jared rolled over, withdrawing as he lay to the side of his canine partner.
Jared's mind cleared now that the throes of passion were over and his lust was slaked. Fuck. He knew that he had to get Fuse out of here. He still had a mission, a duty. Jared's mind was torn. He knew that he had to save his lover. But there was this beautiful creature to the side of him, claiming that she would be his lover. He wished this were much simpler.
He didn't know if he loved Fuse or not, only that being with her comforted him...
No. This was a moment of weakness. Fuse had caught him in a bad way. He was lonely and in pain, and Fuse eased some of that. He would clear this out later. Right now, he needed to find his love...his true love. He sat up and put his clothes on. "What are you doing?" Fuse said lazily as she stirred from her half-sleep.
Jared punched in Trillious Prime's coordinated into his Hopper Bracelet. The portal opened up. By now, Fuse was fully awake. "I'm glad you came to your senses, Jared." Said Fuse as she started through the portal. Jared grabbed her arm, spun her around, and gave her a kiss. He pulled back, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." He said as he gave Fuse a light shove, sending her back through the portal.
Jared took a deep breath. He picked up his weapons, and walked to the entrance of the tunnels.
"Here goes." he sighed as he plunged into the darkness.
To be continued...
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sonic and comp by dbj_rab
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an old sonic story wrote - "Oh Sonnnnic. Where are you?" Tails shouted out into the forest. "Oh damn. I'm not done with Sally yet," Sonic thought to himself as he lay with her, almost making her climax along with him. "Sonic, why did you stop?" Sally asked. "You're doing great. I can't believe how
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"Bisexual",
"M/M/F",
"Sonic"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464785-sonic-and-comp
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"Oh Sonnnnic. Where are you?" Tails shouted out into the forest.
"Oh damn. I'm not done with Sally yet," Sonic thought to himself as he lay with her, almost making her climax along with him.
"Sonic, why did you stop?" Sally asked. "You're doing great. I can't believe how good you feel inside me."
"Just catching my breath Sal. Oh god you feel so good. I'm about to cum."
"Well then fuck me Sonic. Fuck me hard and fast."
Ohhhh man, Sonic thought as he gasped and quickly pulled out of Sally. He groaned as he jerked himself off and spurted all over her stomach.
Sally gasped and shivered as she felt him cum all over her stomach and breasts. She moaned as she climaxed herself. "Oh Sonic. I'm so glad that we found each other."
"MMM. Me to Sally. You're so great and gorgeous."
"Thank you Sonic. We'd better get cleaned up and go see what Tails wants."
"Right. Ladies first," Sonic said as he smiled giving her a pat on the butt.
"Oh you. I'm glad I found something that makes you go slow, rather than fast as you usually do."
Sonic soon went around at super speed, cleaning themselves off and putting their clothes on.
Sonic went one way back towards Knot Hole village, while Sally went a different way.
Sonic emerged first near where Tails was looking for him. "There you are Sonic. I've been looking everywhere for you." "I heard ya Tails. What do you want?"
"I have a message for Aunt Sally from King Acorn. Do you know where she is?"
"Last I saw her, she was by the river."
"Oh look. There she is now," Sonic said as Sally emerged from the forest.
"Oh Sally, I have a message for you from King Acorn. He wants to see you immediately." Tails said.
"Thanks Tails. I'm heading there right away," Sally said, giving Sonic a wink as she walked by.
"Well, does the king have anything for me to do?" Sonic asked.
"No. He just said to get Sally, and that we can have the rest of the day off."
"All right. Do you want to do anything?"
"It would be nice to go "swimming", or "fishing" with Rotor, Knuckles and Antoine," Tails said.
"HMMM. Feeling in that mood eh? All right, let's go find them and ask as if they want to do that," Sonic replied.
They soon sped off in search of the boys. While they were doing that, Sally soon approached her father's throne room. "You wanted to see me daddy?" she asked as she approached.
"Yes. I have to discuss some things of royal matter with you, and I wanted to introduce you to somebody," King Acorn said.
"Oh really? Who is it?" Sally asked.
"Some one you might have seen when you were younger. My personal body guard. He's going to be looking after you, now that you're becoming more involved in politics."
"Send him in won't you?" the king asked another guard.
In from the shadows stepped Saint John, a skunk. He glowed a little bit as the sun light hit his white fur, looking almost like an angel.
"Oh. I do remember you watching over us in the shadows when we were at dances and other events." Sally exclaimed.
"Yes. He was always there were ever we were together as a family, or when ever I traveled around. He's very proficient at what he does." King Acorn said.
"Thank you your highness," St. John replied. "I'll do my best to continue on with my services towards your daughter."
"I except nothing less," King Acorn said, "with the exceptions that we talked about earlier."
"Of course. I still remember my duties and your commands," St. John said, and as he passed he quickly gave the king a lick on his face when Sally was looking elsewhere.
"All right daddy. Why do you think I need St. John by my side, or rather behind my side?" Sally asked.
"The reason for this my dear Sally, is that I know that you are the only one who's interested in continuing to run Mobius when I pass on. Your brother, Elias, already made it clear to me that he wants to pursue other things." He said.
"Hmmm. That may be well, but is he going to be everywhere I go? There are things I need to do by myself you know," she said.
"Yes of course he's not going to be 'everywhere', but he will be there when you are alone and traveling by yourself. He won't be there when you're with your friends unless he deems otherwise," King Acorn said.
"Sigh. Very well father, I'll bow down to your wishes. Shall we go somewhere and get to know one another?" Sally asked.
"Sure. Where do you want to go?" St. John replied.
They soon walked out and went towards a river spot. The king sighed a little as he watched them go. "I can't believe how fast she's growing. She looks more like her mother every time I see her," he thinks. "At least John will still be with me on his 'days off'." As he thinks of this he feels his dick growing, and hurridly went to his chambers to jerk off on wet flash backs of him and St. John fucking their brains out.
Meanwhile at the lake, Sonic and Tails and the other were skinny dipping, cooling off in the hot weather.
"Oh, this feels so good," Sonic says as he swims around watching the others play tag with each other. He jumps a little as Tails comes up from behind him and rubs his dick against Sonic's ass. "Tails, how many times have I told you not to do that?" Sonic shouted.
"Sorry Sonic. I couldn't resist. Wanna fuck?" Tails murmured.
"All right you horny fox. Let's go."
They swam back towards shore, where Rotor and Antoine were fucking each other already as Knuckles was looking on, slowly jerking off.
"Hey. Mind if I join you guys?" He asked as Sonic and Tails went by.
"Sure. The more the merrier," Sonic said.
Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were soon under the shade of a tree and started to feel around each other's bodies. Soon everyone was getting a blowjob from one another, trying hard to keep from blowing their wad. While they were doing this, they heard Rotor and Antoine moaning and groaning as they start to pant and curse. "Fuck me hard and deep, Rotor," Antoine shouted. Rotor grunted a reply as he kept pumping his dick in and out of Antoine's ass. "Oh god your ass feels so good. I can't take it anymore," Rotor moaned as he shoved in deep and started to fill Antoine's ass with his spurt. Antoine soon gasped as he jerked himself off and cummed all over his belly as he felt Rotor's plunge into him and leaned over to kiss him.
"Hmmm. That was good," he said. "You said it. That was great," Rotor replied.
They hugged each other as they rested, while watching Sonic, Tails and Knuckles going at it.
Sonic was sucking on Tails cock, as Tails was sucking on Knuckle's dick, and Knuckles was sucking on Sonic's. Pretty soon everyone was getting hard, and started to move around to fuck each other. Sonic laid on his back as Knuckles moved to be on top of him, while Tails moved towards Knuckles back.
Knuckles bent over to spread Sonic's thighs apart as he exposed his tight rose bud, and soon licked it. Tails was also lifting Knuckles tail to lick his puckered hole. Both men groaned as they felt pleasure from each other licking and fingering. Knuckles soon rubbed his dick against Sonic and started to slowly plug his ass, while at the same time Tails was doing the same thing to him. Both hissed as they felt each other's dicks rub against their anal rings. Soon everyone was grunting and sweating from feeling the pleasures of their asses being invaded by cocks. Knuckles started to thrust hard and deep into Sonic while Tails waited until Knuckles stopped to fuck him.
Soon everyone was getting hot and close to cumming. Sonic blew his load as he jerked himself off to Knuckles rhythms, and Tails came into Knuckles ass spilling some of his seed out and onto his balls. This caused Knuckles to grunt and cum as he rammed his cock in deep, exploding his cum never seeming to stop for half an hour.
All three groaned softly as the splurged out of each other. Everyone soon slept off the effects of fucking for several hours. Everyone soon cleaned each other up, and headed back to Knothole village.
Back at the river, Sally and St. John were discussing their terms of when and where he can "watch" over her. "Okay, obviously you can't watch me when I have to do my womenly things, and when I'm sleeping or bathing. I guess any other time is okay," Sally said.
"Sure thing love. You'll never know I'm there protecting you from harm if any comes to you from Robotnick or Snively or the others," St. John said.
"Shall we try it out? See if you can find me," John mumured. He then left to go into the shade of the trees surrounding the river bank.
Sally blinked as she saw him disappear from her sight. "Where did he go? I can't see him," she thought.
St. John was slowly slinking towards Sally atop the tree branches. He soon dropped silently behind her. She sensed his presence. As she turned, she gasped as she saw him suddenly behind her. "How in the world did you do that? It seemed like magic," she exclaimed.
"Sorry love. Can't reveal my secrets. Needless to say, what do you think? I can surely protect you from enemy unawares." St. John replied.
"Yes, so you can. You'll prove useful in some missions. Do you need to do anything else or do you want to take the day off?" she asked.
"Hmm, since you're not really doing anything and leaving Knothole village, I'll simply leave you in the care of your friends. I'll be around tomorrow morning though," St. John said.
"Okay, great. See you later then." Sally said as she walked off towards her "home" away from home.
"Hmm, I can see why Sonic loves her. I'll have to be careful not to give in to temptation," St. John thought to himself as he left towards the palace to report to King Acorn.
"Hello, Max" St. John said as he appeared from no where in the king's bedroom.
"Hello St. John. I trust everything went well?" Max Acorn asked.
"Yes. We figured out a 'schedule'. Do you really feel that it's necessary for me to be watching over her?" he asked.
"Yes. I won't be traveling as much, now that we're back in one base. She's young and will want to continue to do things her way, as she has been doing before they rescued me from the Silent Zone," Max replied.
"So... Do you need me for anything else before I go?"
"Yes. I need you to fuck me like you've done before."
"No problem. Shall you lead, or will I?"
"I would like to lead this time."
The King started by taking off his clothes and then removing St. John's as well. He stood before John, admiring his body. He then started to caress John's nipples and moved down towards his sheath. John moaned slightly as the king began to rub hard against his balls and dick head. Max bent down and started to slowly lick and suck on John's cock as it grew bigger with each sensation.
The fox started to jerk himself off, as he bobbed his head up and down on John, while pushing him down on the bed. John leaned back and was enjoying the sensations of having a blow job by the king.
He began to moan as he felt himself reaching climax. The king knew this and stopped suddenly. John looked up and saw that the fox was getting ready to climb on top of him. He soon placed his dick in front of the skunk's muzzle, who then began to suck on it. Soon both males were sixty nining each other.
After about half an hour of this, both soon moved to kiss and fondle each other's ass. St. John got on all fours and lifted his tail up, as Max started to lick and finger his tail hole. St. John moaned as he felt his liege's fingers slide in and out of his ass hole. The king soon rubbed his dick against the hole and started to slowly put it in. Both groaned as the dick penetrated the skunk's defenses.
"Oh god, I forgot how tight your ass is. It's been so long since I felt such pleasure," Max moaned.
"Believe me, the pleasure's all mine," St. John replied.
The king grunted and started to fuck him faster and harder. Pretty soon, both were sweating all over, causing Max's dick to keep coming out of John's hole. St. John flipped on his back, while the king pushed in again and leaned forward to kiss him. "Oh, yes. Fuck me my lord," St. John croaked as the king was nearing his climax. He soon nipped St. John on the shoulder as he pushed in deep and started to spasm as he emptied his royal fox spurt into St. John's ass.
St. John soon growled softly as he jerked himself off, spurting his seed all over his belly which the king smeared onto his, as he leaned forward and kissed him. "That was good. It's been to long," Max said. "Yes it has. Now it's my turn," St. John replied.
St. John soon pulled Max up, and started to fuck him while standing. Max groaned, "Oh. I can't believe what a sex drive you have. I can't take much more of this."
"Don't worry. It'll be over before you know it," St. John replied.
He flipped the king so that he was facing him muzzle to muzzle and tongue kissed him as he was fucking his tail hole. Soon both males grunted and sweat like crazy as they guickly rammed into each other and cummed again, St. John spurting load after load into Max's ass while Max was cumming all over St. John's belly.
Both collasped on the bed as they hugged each other in the afterglow. "Mmmm. I hope that you never tire of me my liege," St. John murmured.
"Don't worry. I won't as long as you are able to visit me twice or so a week," Max murmured back.
Sally soon encountered Sonic as she was walking towards her home. "Hey Sonic. What's new?"
"Oh nothing much. Missing you. Do you want to do anything while the day's still young," Sonic asked.
"Sure. We could go for a walk or go swimming."
"All right that sounds good. Race ya to the swimming hole," Sonic replied as he sped past her.
"Last one there gets to have anything they want."
"Sonic, you know that I can't run as fast as you. You'll win for sure." "Sure, why do you think I said that I'll get what I want, which is to fuck you again in various positions."
"Oh Sonic, you're becoming a sex nymph."
They soon reached the swimming hole, and both started to get out of their clothes and jumped into the water. "Oh this feels so good after such a long day," Sally exclaimed as she splashed around.
"Sure beats sitting at home sweating," Sonic said.
They soon started swimming towards each other, kissing passionately. "Oh Sonic, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Sal. We'll always be together no matter what happens, right?"
"Of course silly. Now let's get ready to rumble. I'm feeling horny."
Sonic soon embraced Sally and started to rub himself against her. She moaned as he started to brush his dick against her vagina.
They soon swam back to shore, and went into the dark shadows of the woods. Sonic lay Sally down and started to delicately fondle her breasts and finger her pussy at the same time. She gasped and bucked as her hormones raced throughout her. She soon climax one of many, as Sonic thrusted his finger in deeper and faster. She soon came all over and Sonic licked it up.
"MMMM. Sweet and tangy," he said.
"Oh Sonic. I can't take much more of this. Just fuck me all right?"
Sonic obliged by placing his dick against her pussy and started to thrust in deep and hard. Both groaned as they felt their sexual tensions mount higher.
Sonic was soon thrusting in and out of her, rhythmatically. Both were soon covered with sweat as Sonic came closer to climaxing. "Oh Sally. You turn me on so much. I can't believe how many times you make me cum." Sonic grunted.
"Unh. Same here."
Sonic soon felt himself throbbing and pulled out of Sally as he quickly jerked himself off all over her. "Oh Sonic. I can't get over how good it feels to have you spurt all over me. Ohh Ohh god yeas it feels so good," Sally moaned as she came for the upteenth time. As they lay panting together, Sonic felt a few spatter of hot seed drop onto his back. He looked up and saw Tails squirming as he jerked himself off. Sonic smiled faintly, knowing that Sally didn't see Tails. "All right Tails, you just signed your death warrant for tonight," he thought to himself as Tails quickly tried to fly away before he thought they spotted him in the tree tops.
The next day, Sally called a meeting. "Okay guys. I called this meeting to see what kind of plans we can come up with as to what we can do to stop Robotnik and why he hasn't been doing anything lately," Sally said.
"Hmmm," Sonic mused. "Robotnick's probably laying low since we almost took out most of his factories. He's probably busy trying to rebuild them or something."
"I think that we shall have to have a commando team go out and investigate," Antoine said.
"Good idea Antoine," Sally replied. "Sonic, Tails, and St. John shall go and see what's up, while the rest of us will stay behind and observe from a distance," Sally said.
"All right princess. When do we leave," St. John said.
"How about right now, before Robotnik knows we'll be coming?"
"Good. Let's juice," Sonic shouted as he sped off at light speed towards Robotropolis.
"Hey, wait for me," Tails shouted.
Everyone else went into the hover car, and sped after Sonic and Tails.
Soon everyone reached the city's edge and approached carefully.
"All right everyone. You all have your orders, understood?" Sally commanded.
Everyone nodded their understanding. Sonic, Tails, and St. John crept through the shadows and headed for their last place of attack, while Sally and the others looked through their binoculars to see if they could spot anything different since they were last there.
Sally looked through the binoculars and gasped as she saw a huge building leap out at her. She moved back and saw that the building was robot like, and she motioned the other to look through them to confirm her findings. "Do you guys see what I see?" she asked.
"Yeah, I sure do if you mean that huge building that looks like a robot," Antoine said. "Wonder what it's for?"
"MMM Sonic and the others should be back soon to tell us," Sally replied.
Sonic and Tails were speeding through the empty city, keeping in the shadows while St. John followed them. "Any clue as to what we're looking for mate? St. John asked into his headphone. "Not a clue," came Sonic's reply.
They listened to swat bots talking amongst themselves to learn of anything new that Robotnik has done. Unfortunately they didn't get a lot of info from them.
As they traveled in the city, they finally spotted what Sally and the others have seen.
"Holy cow. Would you guys look at that!" Tails exclaimed.
"Wow. That is one huge bot. Wonder what's its for?" Sonic asked.
"Well, let's find out," St. John said.
They crept closer, taking in as much details as they could about the building/robot.
"Hmm, looks like 'ol egghead is planning something huge. Let's go in for a closer look," Sonic said.
"Roger," Tails answered.
They crept closer and closer, making sure no swat bots saw them as they quickly disappeared inside. "Oh my gosh. It's a huge robot factory. Just look at how huge these guys are Sonic," Tails whispered. "Yeah. There's something about them that look familiar though," Sonic said.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Princess Sally is waiting for us to go to her with this info," St. John said.
They quickly left and sped back out of the city. They soon saw Sally and the others and slowed down.
"Well, what did you guys find out?" Sally asked.
"Well, it seems that Robutnik is building a mobile robot factory," Sonic said.
"Oh my gosh. We've got to tell daddy right away so he can warn the others," Sally said.
Everyone soon sped off back towards Knothole village.
"Allright guys, why don't you take a quick break while I go tell daddy the news?" Sally said.
"Okay sure. We'll be around if you need us," Sonic said.
As Sally departed, the others headed towards Sonic's home, feeling a little bit horny from their excitement of being at the city. Sonic, Tails, St. John, and Rotor were soon stripping each other naked, and started to play with each other.
Sonic and Tails started to 69 each other, while St. John and Rotor were rubbing against each other. Everyone was moaning and groaning and they started to get hard ons.
St. John quickly pushed Rotor onto all fours and started to mount him. He rubbed his dick against Rotor's tail hole and started to push in. Rotor gasped as St. John's cock started to slide in. Sonic and Tails moved around so they could see the action while sucking each other and finger each other off.
"MMM, that feels so good," Rotor panted as St. John fucked him faster and harder, plowing his 9" dick deeper inside Rotor.
Tails was gasping for breath as he soon reached his climax, panting and spurting inside Sonic's mouth. Sonic gulped it all down and was soon spurting his seed in Tail's mouth.
Both lay for a while looking on as St. John grunted and pushed in deep, spurting into Rotor's ass, causing him to spurt all over his chest. As both lay panting for breath, Sonic and Tails were soon moving into mounting positions.
Tails groaned as he felt Sonic's cock teasing his tail hole. He braced himself as Sonic quickly pushed in hard and deep. Tails gasped and squirmed under Sonic's thrusts.
He felt Sonic's hands rub and jerk on his dick as Sonic thrusted inside him.
"HMMMMM, don't stop Sonic. It feels so great having you inside me," Tails groaned.
Sonic complied by pumping in and out faster, panting and sweating as he nears his climax.
He soon pushes in deep, spurting his hot seed inside Tail's ass, while quickly jerking Tails climax off, causing him to spurt again all over the floor.
Everyone soon lay inert, panting and gasping for breath as they went to a quick nap to recover from their nooner.
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Sally stretched as she waited to tell her father of the news of Robotnick's new robot factory. "gods how in the world are we going to defeat that new thing?" she thought to herself as she got up and walked into the king's throne room.
"So Sally, what did you find during your search in robotnick's city?" he asked as he smiled softly down at his daughter.
"Well father, Robotnick appears to be making a huge robot factory. It's a huge moving structure and seems to be heading towards the village's direction" she told her father.
"hmm.. this is bad news.. is there anything you can do dear?" he asked as he was thinking of ways to stop the thing.
"well me and the guys can try to stop it on our own I'm sure" she smiled softly . "we've always been able to do it before.. shouldn't be too hard" she replied.
"allright . Go ahead and do your best. Just be careful " the king said. Sally nodded and then turned to leave.. thinking of how to stop robotnick yet again as she consulted her computer for answers and layouts of the structure.
"Nicole bring up the schematics of robotnick's new machine" Sally instructed her portable computer. "Accessing Sally".. then brings up a holographic diagram of the robot factory.. "hmm.. "Sally mused as she walked towards her home and tried to think more on what to do as she spied one of her friends , Bunny, coming towards her.
"Heya Sally girl" the part robot /rabbit called out as she neared closer. "Whatcha up to gal?" she asked as she noticed the computer showing a layout of some building. "Well I'm trying to figure out how to destroy robotnick's huge structure.. " she replied "hmm sounds tough girl firend. What can I do to help?" she asked. "Well we better get the gang together later and then we can think things through " she said. "sounds good to me Sally" .
They both smiled as they walked into her home and sat down to relax. "Soo what shall we do now?" Bunnie asked her friend. "Hmm well I dunno.. we could just relax and rest or walk around a bit I guess" Sally said.
"hmm let's just rest a bit" Bunnie smiled as she snuggled with her friend. Sally smiled back as she nuzzles her friend.
Meanwhile Sonic and the guys soon got together at Sonic's house and moaned softy as they were still pretty horny and hard.
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Dragons surprise by Devlin A Dreadwood
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#1 of Dragons Surprise - Dragons Surprise As the sun rose over the rocky cliff, the morning rays slowly crept into the cave on the west facing rock wall. The inhabitants, a family of sleeping black dragons started to stir in their sleep. As the sun filtered through the cave, a young 14-year-old
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"Anal",
"Cub",
"Dragon",
"Gay",
"Incest",
"M/M",
"Rape"
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Dragons Surprise
As the sun rose over the rocky cliff, the morning rays slowly crept into the cave on the west facing rock wall. The inhabitants, a family of sleeping black dragons started to stir in their sleep.
As the sun filtered through the cave, a young 14-year-old dragon groaned as he started to wake up. As his head slowly lifted up from the tip of his tail, he blinked his eyes several times, as he cleared the sleep from his eyes. As he slowly climbed out of his bed, he looked down and blushed as he noticed his morning erection but that suddenly changed as his father walked in and stood at the entrance to his room
"Time for you to get up ... son" His father said as he stood there and noticed his sons erection.
"DAD ... turn away" the son said in embarrassment
Chuckling, the father just stood there looking at his own son's erection and rumbled as he felt his own loins stir but he willed himself to remain calm
"Just calm down and come to the main cavern, it is your special day now is it not" The father said and turned to leave for the main cavern.
Standing there the son sighed as he looked down at his erection as it throbbed several times then slowly slid back into his sheath as he shook his head and walked into the main cavern where his parents were already sitting at the dinning table. As he sat down his mother served him breakfast and he smiled
Quickly he ate breakfast and hurried to his room to get dressed and then ran out to meet with some of his friends at a near by lake, several of them already in the water, his friends a varying array of different dragons ranging from blue to red to fellow blacks.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, did I miss much," He said as he jumped in the warm water and swam to a spot to relax
"Nah Jacob you didn't miss much" one of his friends said as he swam to Jacob and slowly sat in his lap and started to kiss him
"mph ... come on Andrew not around the others" Jacob said in protest as his boyfriend started to kiss him
"Oh come on Jacob they know were an item," Andrew said as he bent down and rubbed Jacob's sheath and grinned as he was rewarded with his boyfriends cock
Moaning Jacob spread his legs as Andrew bend down and started to suck on his cock, the other dragons stopped what they were doing and all watched, they were all virgins as they had just reached puberty and had not explored in sex much other then oral.
As Andrew started to suck on Jacob's cock, he started to get aroused himself and his cock started to grow hard, the tip pressing against Jacob's ass when suddenly Jacob protested
"Andrew stop, I'm not ready for that, I've told you that before." Jacob said as he watched Andrew pull away with a frown
"Jacob where are you" Jacobs father called out as he came near the lake and spotted the children and stood there seeing all the teenage dragons with different stages of arousal including his own son.
"What's going on here?" Keldar demanded as he crossed his arms glaring at his son
"No...nothing sir" Andrew said as he backed off, his erection bouncing in the air
Shaking his head Keldar reached for his son and took him home quickly. As they got home, Jacob found that his mother had gone out so he was home alone with his father as he was sent to his room.
As Jacob sat in his room, his knees pulled to his chest, his father walked in and glared at him
"What were you doing in the lake son?" Keldar asked as he looked down at his son
"Nothing father honestly we weren't doing anything." Jacob said trying to sound truthful
"Stop lying at me son, that other boy was sucking on your cock and from what I could tell he was trying to have sex with you"
"No daddy, I told him I didn't want it, that I wasn't ready," Jacob said
"I don't believe you son," Keldar said as he moved forward and pinned his son to his bed.
The image of his son's erection from earlier fueled his lust as his cock started to push from his sheath as he looked down at his son.
"No daddy, don't do this I don't want this" Jacob said as he felt his fathers cock pressing at his virgin anus
"But I do and it seems you already know about sex" Keldar says as he slowly penetrates his son and starts to sink his cock inward
Screaming Jacob started to cry as his father entered him, his cries of pain and protest going unheard as his father continued to work his cock inward until after 10 Minuit's of effort, his fathers cock was fully hilted inside him, the head left a faint bulge in his stomach as Jacob sobbed and pleaded his father to stop and pull out.
Shaking his head, Keldar started to slowly pull out until the head was all that remained inside his son before he slide back in, his hips pressing firmly against his sons ass as if his body was made to take his cock.
"Your mother is going to be gone for hours so it's just you and me, and I intend to take advantage of the entire time," Keldar said as he started to thrust in a more fluid motion.
"Daddy please it hurts ... take it out I don't want this" Jacob cried as his body was rocked forward each time his father hilted his cock
As Keldar growled in lust, he continued to fuck his son, he didn't care if his son didn't want it, and no one would believe that he had raped his son when they learned what the children were doing at the lake. He would tell the fellow adults that the children especially the teens were practicing sex at the hidden pond out of sight of the other adults.
As Keldar continued to fuck his son, he looked down to see his son's member out, hard and dripping wet as he whimpered and moaned as he was fucked. Keldar grinned as he grabbed his son's hips and started to fuck him harder and faster
"I see your starting to enjoy this boy," Keldar said in a rough tone of voice as he gritted his teeth.
"Please father ... stop don't finish in me I don't want it to be like this" Jacob cried as he huffed and turned to look away from his father.
Growling Keldar started to thrust faster, the bulge in his sons stomach started to appear and disappear faster and faster as he felt his climax building rapidly, when he let out an ear piercing roar that made his son shiver. As he felt his cock surge and swell as he started pumping his thick draconic seed directly into his son's stomach. As his balls emptied themselves into his son, Jacob sobbed as he felt his father's seed filling his stomach and started to flow out of his ass and into his bed.
Pulling out Keldar looked at his sobbing son as he used the sheets to clean himself off before leaving the room and out into the living chambers of the cave.
As Jacob laid there on his bed sobbing as his fathers cum leaked out of his ass, his father stuck his head in for a moment
"By the way son happy birthday"
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Starlight: Playtime by Katya Saint Croix
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#3 of Starlight - Chapter 3: Playtime Characters and Story Copyright Katya Saint Croix Original Concept Copyright Lurking Dragon [[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) "She is a sound sleeper isn't she?" Sally loomed over my sleeping form with a delightful grin sprawled across her lips.
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"F/F",
"Fantasy",
"No-Yiff",
"Plot Development"
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Chapter 3: Playtime Characters and Story Copyright Katya Saint Croix Original Concept Copyright Lurking Dragon [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)
"She is a sound sleeper isn't she?" Sally loomed over my sleeping form with a delightful grin sprawled across her lips. "Perhaps, but I really don't think that is any of our business." James gave a soft tug on Sally's tail, sticking his tongue out at her, "Besides, I couldn't wake you up with a fusion cannon if I tried." "Oh really?" She narrowed her eyes and pulled her tail free of his grasp, brushing down the fur, "You snore louder then a fusion reactor core before it melts down, so be quiet." "And you two talk loud enough to wake the dead..." Rubbing my eyes, I craned my neck towards them and stared blankly, "Don't you know it's not nice to talk about people behind their back?" "Well good morning sleepyhead!" Sally clasped her hands together and knelt down, kissing my forehead, "Did you sleep well?" "Would have slept better if you two didn't talk so loud." I grinned and sat up with a yawn, stretching and hopping out of bed, "That aside, I feel refreshed."
Sally and James exchanged a few glances, and then averted their gaze toward me. Folding my right ear back slightly, I merely stood with a dumbfounded expression painted across my face.
"Is something on my face?" I padded past them and hopped a few times, looking at my reflection briefly before giving up and looking at Sally, "We need to get me a foot stool..."
Sally snickered and held up her paw, walking out of the room. James just shook his head and sat down on my bed.
"You should learn to make your bed in the morning." James tugged at the quilt softly, "It's proper." "I know. Mind moving so I can?" I leered at him while craning my neck in his general direction.
James took the hint and stood up with a huff, patting my head softly before walking out of the room. James is the strangest person I've met. At times, he can seem like the perfect father figure, and then, he's the most childish adult in existence. This constant flux in his character makes him a very intangible person, however, seeing as I spend so much time in his company, even if I would rather be locked in the basement, I would later come to accept it. As I was making my bed, Sally entered and set down a footstool in front of my dresser, snickering softly.
"So Shorty... Ready to take care of your daily needs?" Sally couldn't refrain from laughing. "Only if you are ready to stop making fun of the fact that I am vertically challenged." I growled at her softly, hopping up on the footstool to brush my hair.
Despite the fact that I am only six years old, my hair is considerably long. Overall, I look more like a very short young girl, probably around age thirteen and seriously underdeveloped, but that isn't the point.
"You could use a haircut." Sally softly tossed a lock of my hair in her paw, "It's almost too long." "Maybe, but I like it this way. If we have to cut it, can I at least keep it about shoulder length?" I turned my head to look at her while running the hairbrush through my hair. "Alright. I guess that is fair enough, but you have to complete your mission for the day" "Mission?"
Around this time, James entered with a large cardboard box filled with randomly assorted items, setting it down in the middle of the room. A smirk found it's way across my face as I set down my hairbrush and waltz over it.
"Let's see what we got here." With a slightly jump, I grabbed the edge and toppled the box, dumping the contents to the floor, "A meter stick, a ruler, a radio, a cooking pot, a hose, some legos, and a rubber band gun. I need these things because...?" "Your mission, even if you don't want to accept it, is to have fun using your imagination and these items until lunch is ready." Sally smiled and scritched the fur behind my right ear, "So you have to keep busy for two hours. Think you can handle that?" "Not really," The words slipped from my lips amidst a delightful murr, "but I'll try." "Have fun then. We'll be back in two hours to check on you." Sally gave James and wink and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room. "S-sally! That hurts! Leggo!" James tried to resist, but Sally easily overpowered him. "Behave, Star!" Sally closed the door with her tail as she departed.
Shaking my head at the duo's constant antics, I reverted my attention to the task at hand. What on Earth was I going to do with all this stuff and a box? Picking up the meter stick, my heart began to race and the world around me seemed to melt away into nothingness as my imagination began to run wild and build a new world, my fantasy.
I found myself standing in the middle of a 13th century training field; the fine granite walls gave me environment a mid-evil feeling, and I, adorn in a strange fabrication of relic armor made of char-colored steel plates, seamlessly attached to a sturdy, but comfortable hard leather interior, found myself at ease in this place known only as Arania. The sky was a portrait of scarlet reds and sea blues, the light tufts of lavender cotton slowly floated across the sea of colorations as the sun found its way past the rolling hills in the west. My breath seem drawn out, as if I was winded from running a long ways, and I was moving by will not my own, though my thoughts became solid when I heard a voice shout out to me from behind me. Spinning on my heels, my hand on the hilt of my blade, I was ready to strike down my foe. That is, until I realized that the person was my ally.
"Star! What doth send you a scurry?" It was Malik, who was second in command to his majesty, Lord Dakar.
Malik was dressed in a finely woven navy-colored chain mail, adorn with ivory and gold colored plates that reflected both status and nobility. Around his waist was a sturdy belt crafted of a similar make-up, though its colors were a selection of several shades of silver. Attached to the belt was a long sword, bearing the crest of the house of Soran, a family that has long served the king and fought beside him as he rose to power. His auburn eyes were accented by his charred red hair that hung over his eyes slightly, and gave his human form an aura of power that struck fear into their hearts of his enemies.
"Ah, 'tis only you Malik. For a moment, I was worried that the army from Corinth had already arrived." I chuckled softly under my breath and removed my paw from the hilt of my sword. "I don't understand. What is this nonsense you speak of?" Malik slowly approached me and stopped but a foot in front of me, his eyes locked onto mine. "I bring word from the north tower. They have spotted the Corinthian army on the horizon. They will be here by nightfall, and are prepared to lay siege to our fair kingdom. I must inform Lord Dakar immediately." "They want to fight us for our land do they? Then we shall give them a fight. I'll go 'rouse the troops!" He spun around and sped off.
With a look of skepticism at Malik's rashness, I turned and gazed ahead at the lord's castle on the far end of the keep's grounds. Taking a deep breath, I continued my sprint towards his abode. Breeching past the large iron doors, I rushed throughout the hall to the one place that I knew I would find my lord. Without explanation, I plowed through the pair of guards standing watch before the oaken door leading to the Throne room, and made my way before his majesty.
"Lord Dakar!" I resounded loudly, my voice echoing off the sealed granite walls of my lord's throne room. "Starlight-le Saint Mark! What is the meaning of your rude intrusion!?" Dakar stood up, throwing it arm in my general direction, his mantle cast aside by the movement.
Dakar was truly regal in appearance. His short black hair, in it's rather spiky array, made him seem like a youngster, though one look into his icy eyes and one would know whom they were speaking with. The deeply contrasting black mantle gave his royal garb a dark, almost brooding aura. Despite the finely polished steel plate armor, of which is always wore, trimmed with plates of red and gold in such an array that one can see the royal Aranian crest amidst the sea of silver.
"Sir. Our watchmen have spotted the Corinthian army headed this way Sir. They'll be at our gates by nightfall. Malik has gone to gather our soldiers and prepare for the attackers." I brushed a few locks of hair from my face, "I suggest you prepare yourself." "Wha-? Don't disrespect me Star! Keep in mind I took you under my wing and trained you. Don't you dare speak to me with that kind of tongue!" His figure rose from the throne and moved toward me, his being towering over my own by nearly a foot, "Do I make myself clear?" "Keep your mind on the upcoming battle. After this ordeal has passed, we'll handle this like father and daughter." I turned quickly upon my heels, my long hair slapping against his cheek softly as I did so, and began to walk out the door, the guards not even bothering to stop me. "Kieana... What did I do to deserve this child...?" Dakar sighed and motioned to his guards, "Prepare for war. We defend our land with our blood!"
Seemingly startled by the sudden change in tone, the guards jumped into a salute, grasping their weapons firmly, and charged from the room, leaving Lord Dakar alone in the vast space that was his throne room. By this time, I had made my way from the hall, the guards having past me as I departed, entering the courtyard. During times of war, the only way to truly survive is to keep your skills sharp and your blade sharper. Drawing a deep, almost eternal breath, I unleashed my blade, the legendary Twilight Ice, in a fantastic furry, the blade's brilliant color causing flashes of light, in the last few rays of daylight, which could be seen for miles. Parry, strike, guard, disarm, vertical slash. I ran the whole battle routine several times within the course of a few seconds. Alone, a soldier cannot fully prepare for war. The basics are never enough to survive in battle. A soldier should also learn to never think too much, as it leads to trouble, as I would soon find out. Without hint or warning, an intense blast of light stunned me and I felt the Twilight Ice being knocked from my paws. As my eyes readjusted, I found myself staring down the blade of my father, Lord Dakar.
"You've learned nothing in the last four years that I've taught you to use your mother's sword." He grunted and sheathed his blade, turning around and grabbing the Twilight Ice from the ground, "You aren't fit to use it."
The swords that Father and I wield were crafted by a pair of sword smiths from a distant land, who used their powers of alchemy and magic to craft a pair of swords worthy for a King and Queen. Twilight Ice and Morning Flame, or Ice and Fire as we could come to call them; these two swords were crafted of the most vital elements of this or any world. They bore a similar design, though the latent powers of each remains to be seen. The long metal body, crafted of the rare magical metal Orihalcon, was crafted in such a way that the blade was almost curved slightly to look more like a bastard sword, though not nearly enough to make it so; its inert core a finely crafted orb of mysterious ability, with Flame's red and Ice's blue, firmly attached and sealed to a hilt of Orihalcon, its grip wrapped in a special cloth that can only be called "Sacred Cloth" as it only appears during a full moon and for a short time, amidst the roses of the royal garden; its material softer then silk but stronger then any metal, even Orihalcon.
"What makes you so sure?" Brushing several hairs from my face, I affixed my gaze on his form. "You couldn't see me coming. What makes you certain that you will not meet the same fate as your mother Kieana?" He turned to face me again, Ice's blade pointed at me and glowing faintly, "Your mother died to protect you, and yet you lack the skill to even use her sword? How can you even call yourself my daughter? I care not if you are god sent, you are unworthy!" "Then why don't we settle this like warriors?" "Very well. First blood or Death's Embrace?" "First Blood."
A grin crossed his lips. He was more than eager to see me prove my worth. Tossing me my sword, he paced around slightly before finally taking his stance, feet affixed in a loosely locked position, hands resting at his sides. Sheathing Ice quickly, I took a low stance. From this position, I have the best agility and speed. That's my advantage. Time stood still, neither of us daring to make the first move, the sun setting on the horizon. I've fought with my father before, but this seemed different. It was as if he was holding back all those times before... Looking into his eyes, I felt as if I was being enveloped by hell's inferno; but I knew I had to win. This was just another thing I had to do. Leaping from my position, I charged into him. Dakar, sensing the sudden movement even before I moved, began to lean to his left, so that as our paths crossed, He could sidestep me and strike. Unbeknownst to him, I knew that was what he was planning. Drawing my weapon just as he began to sidestep, I twisted my back to catch the hilt of his sword as he was drawing it, knocking the blade back and away from his hand. Unaware that I had left myself exposed and unguarded, Dakar drove his fist into my stomach, slamming me, back first, into the cobalt ground, leaving me dazzled and dazed. Taking advantage of the moment, he drew forth Fire and brought it down on my stomach. Recovered in the nick of time, I brought Ice up to catch and divert the blade's direction, then used the motion to pull Dakar down lower, planting a hard kick to underside of his jaw. Though injured by the attack, Dakar wasn't intent on giving up the battle. Seizing my ankle, he stepped back and spun around, throwing me across the area, slamming against the granite wall. As I hit the wall, the impact sent a ripple through my body, dislodging Ice from my grasp and sending it clattering to the ground. The attack left me in a shock, my body collapsing on the ground, my eyes having turned almost a milky white from the possible concussion.
"As I said. You are unworthy." Dakar walked over, using his foot to roll me onto my back, and cut a small part of my left cheek with the tip of Fire, the warm glow causing the wound to sear shut after being cut, "Let this serve as a warning to you."
Picking up Ice from the ground and taking the sheath from my hip, Dakar walked off into the dark corridors of the castle, leaving me abandoned in the courtyard in a stunned coma.
"Star?" the voice called out from the darkness that enveloped me, "I think you played yourself into a coma." "Huh?" Opening my eyes, I saw Sally's form looming overhead, "Coma? Unlikely." "Well you were lying passed out on the floor. One would assume you didn't sleep enough during your nap." Sally gave a snigger and scooped me into her arms, blowing a raspberry on my exposed tummy.
Squealing with laughter, I struggled lightly against her, pawing playfully at her muzzle, my hind paw tapping against the meter stick nearby. I didn't like being treated in such an accord, but I was beginning to find it enjoyable.
"So, what was it you were pretending to be? By the look of everything, you'd think a war broke lose in here!" Sally put me up on her shoulders and started down the hall. "I was a knight in the kingdom of Arania, and I was the god sent daughter of King Dakar! And then these guys were coming to attack us and I was rude to Dakar and we fought and he beat my-" Sally's voice cut through my own. "If the next word to come out of your mouth is a swear word, you are in for a serious punishment young lady." She leered up at me with a vast, almost sinister grin across her muzzle. "It's not. I don't like to swear. He beat my tush into the floor." I stuck my tongue out at her, and then was greeted with a bop to my muzzle. "Tongues are for licking ice cream and tasting food, not for pointing." Sally laughed quietly and continued down stairs.
As Sally waltzed down the hall and the stairs, James was busy helping himself to a deliciously sweet croissant that Sally had taken the time to cook, by hand, for our lunch. You can guess what happened next...
"You must enjoy eating without us James\~..." Sally leered at him as she sat me down in my high chair and strapped me in, "I bet you didn't even wash your paws."
"For your information I didn't take any croissants and I did wash my paws, thank you very much." James quickly wiped the crumbs from his muzzle and the oils from his paws, "Besides, you two are so slow\~." "You missed a piece of croissant, Daddy." I gestured in his direction, grinning slightly. "Thanks de-... I didn't eat one of the croissants!" James narrowed his eyes and pouted.
He obviously knew he was busted. Sally and I had him cornered and knew it. It's almost like what my imagination would soon be running rampant with as the invading army of Corinth drew ever closer to the gates of Arania...
I awoke in the courtyard. The sun had long since set, and the moon was almost overhead. The sky was clear, and the stars glimmered and dance amidst the torchlight of the castle walls.
"It's almost midnight..." My voice was groggy, sitting up and rubbing my head, which felt like it was going to explode from the impact against the wall. "About time you woke up." Malik was looming over me, his hand extended out toward me. "How long have I been out?" I took his hand and rose to my feet, "Where is Lord Dakar? And my sword for that matter?" "About four hours. Our watchmen reported seeing lantern light across the Anubian hills to our south, and more from Kilgara path to the northeast." "So we have about thirty minutes before they are upon us...." "Our soldiers are ready. Lord Dakar left about an hour ago, headed east with the elites." "I see..."
This was concerning. Father would never abandon the castle, much less leave with the elite Nobel Guard. What was he planning? I pondered on this for merely a moment before a loud explosion ripped through the southern part of the fortress.
"What was that!?" Malik looked around, almost frightened by the explosion
Without answering him, I took off in the direction of the explosion. The narrowed passages leading out of the courtyard were cracked and trembling, burning with hues of deep red and orange. What I saw on the other side of that tunnel left me feeling afraid, angry, and disheartened. My home was ablaze. The explosion caused a massive firestorm to break out across the village. The painful screams filled me with dread, turning my eyes almost completely white. I couldn't move. The sight was beyond horrific... everyone, the innocent villagers, the honest smithers, and soldiers who fought for the honor of the Aranian clan. Why did this have to happen...?
"Star! Get down!" Malik tackled me aside as an arrow came flying past my head. "Ugh! Malik!" His hand clapped tightly across my muzzle. "Quiet... We were set up... The villagers, the guard, even you. It makes sense now..." Malik paused briefly, standing and looking around the corner, "Dakar was planning this out. He wanted the Corinthian army to attack, and it looks like our archers were actually theirs. This is a slaughter..." "So Dakar had other plans? Makes sense... He was calling me unworthy to wield Ice." "But the question remains... what is he up to?" "We'll figure that out after we get out of here." "And just what do you suggest we do? Enemy soldiers sealed off all the exits. There is no way out." "Wrong. There is the secret palace escape. My mother used to use it to get away from her father when he got rowdy. Father doesn't know about it." "So we're off to the palace?" "Yeah, but I need a weapon. Do you have your dagger on you?" "Of course. Here."
With a weapon now in my possession, escape was now a feasible option. The palace was going to be crawling with enemy soldiers shortly, so we had to fast and with stealth. Malik, though a finely honed swordsman, lacked such a talent. Without even leaving the courtyard, I knew that we'd have to split up. Since stealth wasn't in Malik's technical field, I would have to go and take out sentries while he made his way toward the castle gates.
"Head for the castle gates and meet beside the well." I looked over my shoulder to him, "You best be there by high moon, or else I would have to leave you behind." "What are you going to do? You aren't planning on being a distraction for me are you?" Malik tapered his eyes at me; "I'll kill you if that is what you are planning." "Don't belittle me. I'm no petty jester. I'm going to take care of the sentries."
With a wicked grin across my muzzle, I sped around the corner of the passage where I nearly lost my life to an arrow. Malik looked on with befuddlement, shaking his head and retreating to the opposite end of the courtyard. The fortress that was my home was a vast plot of land surrounded with a wall taller then the giants of folklore. The land was bountiful and merciful, treating the Aranian people to vast harvests and the sweetest foods you could find in this or any land. The castle stood atop the tallest hill, overlooking the village below. This sight didn't make people think they were being looked down upon, as they Dakar to be a kind and gentle ruler, who's dominion over them wasn't one of tyranny, but rather one of equality of such a caliber that even the lowest peasant felt he was the king's equal. This bond of trust made the kingdom evermore loyal to his majesty and made Arania one of the most powerful kingdoms in the land. I knew my home well, such that I always knew the perfect places to hide and strike from. This was my edge. I wouldn't let these foreigners take my home from me without a fight.
"We'll have a talk about your 'snacking' later. Take a seat, James." Sally walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a few plates. "So, what's for lunch?" "Filet Mignon slices with Croissants, steamed vegetable medley, and mashed potatoes with gravy." Sally was scooping heaping portions onto each plate and trying to decorate them with the setup. "Stop showing off over there. It's food. It doesn't have to look pretty." James took a seat and folded his arms across his chest, feeling defeated. "Strike two, James." She walked over and set his plate down and bopped his nose, setting down my plate afterward, "Perhaps you'll try for strike three?"
James's silence said everything. He was in big trouble, and he knew it, though I had aspiration to learn what Sally meant by 'strike'. Maybe it's a way she keeps him in check? ... Let's not go there. Lunch was a lavish meal, though it may not have sounded as scrumptious when Sally mentioned what it was. The Filet Mignon was a sweetly roasted treat, dressed in gravy seasoned with strange spices I've never before tasted, and what tasted like a rosemary jelly mixed into it. It was sweet, though tangy, giving the meat a very tender and flavorful texture. The flaky, though sturdy, croissant made the perfect snack when lightly dipped in the meat gravy, bestowing a hearty appeal upon the soft pastry. The Vegetables were braised in a light garlic butter sauce, giving them a very crisp, succulent taste. As for the mashed potatoes... The smooth, creamy texture of the mashed potatoes was accented by the faint taste of mint and cilantro, embraced by a luxurious, smoky flavored gravy, sweetened by the slightest hint of lemon and oregano. It was a lunch fit for a royal family, but made by the skilled hands of Sally, who I had finally started to think of as my mother. Lunch went by slowly, as the meal was quiet, since James was upset about being on 'Strike II' and Sally was apparently thinking the same thing. With not a word spoken, the meal came and went by, leaving us all with an empty feeling, and a sense of sorrow clinging to our hearts.
"Thanks for lunch, Mommy. It was good." I thanked her with a chipper tone, licking the last bit of flavor from my digits, not wanting to leave a drop behind. "You're welcome dear." Sally shook her head at my antic and proceeded to dry my muzzle and paws with a paper towel, "You are a bit of a messy eater, you know that?" "I guess I didn't. Oh well." My face beamed with joy as Sally continued to 'clean' my paws. "Can I trust you to play outside? James and I have been working hard on a surprise for you in the back yard that you might like." "Sure thing!" I moved in close to her and whispered into her ear, "Are you gonna punish daddy?" "Maybe." Sally snickered under her breath as she plucked me from the high chair and placed me on the floor, "We'll see, Dear."
James, still in his pouty mood, rose from the table and walked over to the dishwasher. Unlike those relics from the 20th century, dishwashers nowadays are very hands free and virtually flawless. By using a series of lasers and steam, every last trace of food is eliminated and all possible bacteria destroyed, all without damaging the plates. The machine then places the plates neatly on a rack, sorted by size and material. This would then allow Sally or James to easily put the super clean dishes back in their respective places. Placing his empty plate and silverware in the dishwasher, he walked past Sally, whispering something to her that I didn't catch, before flashing me a toothy grin.
"Have fun outside, Scamp." James walked over to the back door and opened it for me.
With a bounce in my step, I eagerly rushed outside to discover what my 'surprise' was. Sally shook her head and laughed loudly, watching me from the kitchen window.
"Wonder what she'll think of it." James shut the door and looked at his mate, "Think she'll like it?" "Let's hope so. It's important for her to be outside. Maybe she'll make a new friend or two." "She could definitely use them."
Before me stood a vast playground, similar to one that would commonly be found in Kindern schoolyards. The assorted multitude of swings, monkey bars, and ladders gave the playground the appeal of a castle to a knight. It was a sight to behold. Overcome with the thrill of my very own playground, I was unaware of the set of watchful eyes from somewhere nearby, much like Star and Malik would soon discover as they made their way toward the castle gates. This was my castle, and I defend it at any cost...
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Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 0.0 (aka: Prestart 3/3) by comidacomida
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Zion - Path of the Moon Mother Chapter 0 The Introduction Bannihar The City of the Cloudless Day has always had a long-standing tradition of sending travelers out into the Wild Lands as the sun set. The symbolism behind it is that those taking a trip would begin theirs at the same time Tah'aveen's
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Zion - Path of the Moon Mother Chapter 0 The Introduction
Bannihar
The City of the Cloudless Day has always had a long-standing tradition of sending travelers out into the Wild Lands as the sun set. The symbolism behind it is that those taking a trip would begin theirs at the same time Tah'aveen's blessed silver disc would begin its own journey across the sky. The treacherous mountain roads were never well-suited for travel in the dark, but that encouraged the development of powerful spells and prayers of light. This quickly became a powerful boon for travelers at any hour but, unfortunately it also created a beacon that creatures from miles around could see-- not so good in the Wild Lands.
The majority of the travelers in the second envoy of the year were Bannihar-born, but that didn't stop them from rising with the sun and starting their preparations right away. As was expected, those making the journey were set to be seen off in the usual manner, but, considering all of the preparations of the morning, most of the pilgrims would be stuck with nothing else to do but twiddle their thumbs.
While all manner of caravaner, beast handler, and laborer made up the majority of the caravan there were more than a few travelers worth of note. Priestess Kayte Delier of the Temple of the Full Moon was given leave to see to the safety and spiritual well-being of the caravan and she was among the first to make her presence known carrying the silver censure to act as the Divine Shield for the journey. Traveling amidst the caravan, Priestess Delier's piety would protect the vast majority of the wagon train.
Arriving with the Priestess was Lord Raes, Knight and Champion of the Temple of the Full Moon. The foresight of the temple decreed that a second Divine Shield should be placed in caravan; the travelers would have the blessing of Tah'aveen two-fold. In the case of Lord Raes, his Divine Shield was truly just that: a finely polished silvered shield of masterwork quality. Without pause, the self-assured Dog made his way to the head of the caravan and began conversing with the wagon master.
Shortly after Priestess Delier and Lord Raes arrived several small squads of Banniharian soldiers joined ranks and began preparing alongside the pilgrims. Among the soldiers, standing out amidst the field-plate and painted helms was a lightly armored kangaroo with tattoos ringing her arms and tail-- Elesin DeQuelz, the squad's warmage. Although many warmages often took command of their squads, Elesin's "uncompromising malady" ensured that the soldiers chose a more suitable commander... nobody liked the idea of following a Moon Crazed berserker into combat.
As more and more guards were moved into position a small disturbance caught the attention of many of the laborers; Iskiy Thrush, a Wild Lander guide was being escorted through the crowd to his place at the front of the wagon train. While Iskiy resembled any other city-born wolf the stag-like antlers emerging from the top of his head pointed out quite obviously that he was different... and "different" was not widely accepted within the city. Ignoring the casual comments and not-so-casual expressions of disdain, the Captain of the guard led him to where Lord Raes was waiting. The Captain introduced Iskiy simply and Lord Raes bowed to her and held a large paw out to the antlered wolf. The two shook paws. Several quick words later and the Captain departed, exchanging a simple hug with Iskiy.
If Iskiy's appearance was distracting, Roarg Stoneclan's was a downright spectacle. Many of the laborers, familiar with the badger from their days moving to and from the quarry, were rightfully glad to have him along and he was hailed as a hero by numerous cityfolk who gathered around the caravan as it prepared. Waving politely to the well-wishers, Roarg got quickly to work with aiding the laborers as they loaded the wagons. Sebastian, Roarg's faithful gryphon companion remained perched atop the roofs, knowing better than to cause any more commotion by making an appearance, but quite able to catch up to the caravan at a moment's notice once they were ready to depart.
More travelers, pilgrims, guards, and workers later the square was filling rapidly. The majority of those not taking part in the journey were pressed back into the alleys, or else forced to watch the preparations from the balconies and roofs overlooking the gathering... more than one of them deciding better of it and going back inside once catching sight of Sebastian. Still, those who knew the gryphon were more than content to keep watch on the developments down in the street, which became that much more interesting with the arrival of "The Golem Master".
Elias Hewen, well known for his skill at Geomancy arrived by quarry cart. It wasn't exactly the most noble or dignified manner to attend the gathering, but he was always one who appreciated practicality over ceremony. The driver, an older-looking stallion exchanged a wrist-clasp with him, but it quickly turned into a short embrace. They exchanged a few friendly insults before making their final goodbyes and, once he was off of the cart, the armadillo geomancy master made his way quickly to the laborers, stepping in immediately to establish order to their otherwise chaotic activity.
While most of the laborers moved quickly to comply with the gruff armadillo's commands, one of the workers, a plain-looking cat with a carving knife in one paw and a block of wood in the other quickly slid away from the rest and hopped into the back of the provision wagon, stowing his carving as he began to check over the supplies; Alexander was more suited to finer work than manual labor, and he put those skills to use.
It was early afternoon by the time the last of the caravan arrived. Including scouts, guides, laborers, pilgrims, and clergy the wagon train numbered just shy of 200... almost 50% larger than the first band of delegates; the greater numbers were mostly due to the additional guards posted throughout the caravan. Though few people mentioned it, the fact that the first group dispatched had not returned was on almost everyone's mind. While a good number of travelers hoped there wouldn't be any trouble it was obvious that the temple wasn't about to bet on a safe trip.
With several hours left to go before departure, the caravan was fully stocked, well-prepared, and in good condition. Despite the readiness, the customs of Bannihar were to be observed and it left little for the travelers to do beside wait. Many took the opportunity to say their final goodbyes to loved ones while others simply spent their time in or near a wagon attempting to catch a few hours of shut-eye. Well-wishers were again welcomed into the square where they bestowed small gifts onto the travelers closest to them. It was an almost festival atmosphere, and might have even been pleasant if not for the ever-present concern that they would be traveling through the Wild Lands.
Despite the readiness of the caravan, a scant hour before the travelers were to leave, several members of the caravan began gathering up the commanders, overseers, and wagon masters. The standard preparations had been made and the caravan was ready, but there was still a sense that there was something missing. Numerous ideas came to mind as the group brainstormed how the last hour in Bannihar would be best put to use but a few of them specifically stood out.
Considering the rocky road ahead, the lead wagon master suggested considering extra provisions, just in case. Lord Raes advised leading a great prayer in the square. Considering the numerous dangers that the caravan might encounter, several of the guides advised locating and procuring specialized equipment. Countering that idea, Elesin DeQuelz suggested doing a basic combat drill with the workers-- after all, more men contributing to the defense of the caravan was better than a few extra toys. Taking into account the length of their journey, Priestess Delier thought it prudent to take the time inviting the travelers' loved ones to gather in the square to see them off. There were many options, but their time was short.
Doen
The morning light felt wonderful as I stepped out of the temple and into the Lunar Plaza. It was a little overwhelming at first, I have to admit, knowing that I was leaving the protection of the temple... of Doen itself, and traveling with the numerous pilgrims and delegates to Zion. Many of the travelers had been in the Wild Lands before, and it was intimidating seeing them go about their business; I had barely ever even been out of the temple, let alone the city. Unlike my last trips through Doen seated in a wagon or carried in an enclosed stretcher on the shoulders of temple servants, I was going to do it on my own two feet... and I couldn't have been more excited.
It had been a busy last two weeks gathering up the support I needed to make a second trip possible. With the help of Ulysses and other members of the city administration I sent out a call for a wide variety of travelers. A lot of them were devoted followers of the Temple of the Pregnant Moon, but some... well... not as much, came from other walks of life. Even though I didn't make any secret of it, I got a lot less objection from the temple elders than I was expecting. I suppose it was a blessing, but it ended up making me even more concerned-- did they really not care?
I followed the steps down to street level where the many jewel-inlaid stones were lit up with the fiery dawn sunlight, glowing with the magnificent red and orange that I used to see from the window of my room... but, finally, I could reach out and touch them with my sandal. Other things were more pressing though and I spent the next twenty minutes greeting and blessing various members of the traveling party. It seemed like such an enormous undertaking: two hundred and twelve travelers in all.
Several other priests and priestesses beside me talked among themselves. I could hear that they were arguing about my decision to have such a variety of travelers-- traditionally only the most devout followers of the Pregnant Moon were allowed to take part in the pilgrimage, but, unlike them, I couldn't escape the feeling that it would take a little of everything to succeed where the last delegates apparently failed. Despite my misgivings at their doubts I had to stick to my plan-- it was the only one we had.
"A far cry from the temple, isn't it, kid?" a gruff voice spoke up from a nearby wagon. The large echidna was well-known to the clergy had a face I knew.
"Brother Bronderson." I smiled; never in my wildest dreams did I think that he would actually accept the invitation... but there he was.
"Rust." he quickly corrected, and in a tone that told me that he didn't want to have to tell me twice. The power with which he slammed his metal hammer down on the wagon's loose clasp made it obvious that he was making a point. Only when he turned toward me did I realize that the rumors were true; he wasn't holding the hammer... it was his hand.
"I'm glad you decided to come." I offered. Like any other Priest of the Pregnant Moon I knew all the ways to sound genuine without really meaning it, but in that case I was honest.
"Well... that's one of you." he answered, and got back to securing the wagon; it didn't take a Diviner to see that he wasn't interested in talking to me. I hoped that his view would change; a lot of what I learned about questioning the status quo came from a copy of his manuscript I had read and I was hoping to have a chance to discuss it with him. It was going to be a long trip, so I was sure my chance would come.
"Brother Zachary?" a smooth, melodious voice called. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Miss Hearthsinger." I couldn't keep the smile off my face. She gave me a hug when I turned to meet her. Despite myself I couldn't help but blush; I'd grown up hearing her music and I felt a little intimidated standing muzzle-to-muzzle with her. The hug only made it worse, of course.
"Thank you for allowing me to come along, your eminence." she stepped back and curtsied with all the grace and poise she was rumored to have.
"Brother is fine, Miss Hearthsinger." I said, "And the pleasure is mine." I grabbed my ears and reattached the band holding them together, which had come loose after the hug, "I know you're always looking for wonderful stories and I know that some music and a known-face will be well received on the trip."
The tigress laughed, which seemed strange because I wasn't telling a joke. She explained why she was laughing a moment later, "Oh Goddess... you can't be older than, what... sixteen? You sound like an old man... you're so formal, Brother Zachary." she giggled.
I couldn't manage to hold a smile at bay, "I just want things to go smoothly." I admitted, but I still did a good job of hiding my insecurity at the statement; most of how well things went was far out of my paws. I had control of the Silver Staff, our Divine Shield... that would have to be enough.
"I've been on the road before." she winked, "Everything'll go fine." she reassured me and, with a quick yank, she freed my ears from the band, "Keep them up... it looks better." she flashed a smile that said more than it needed to, and she headed off into the caravan, taking my ear band with her. I found that I didn't really mind though-- besides, I had a lot more to do.
Aside from Narissa Hearthsinger, the caravan had several 'proper' guides, including a Wild Lander, which was a fortunate enough find for us. Jasper, the Wild Lander, along with another one of our guides, a red fox by the name of Zeke were busy discussing the best way to get to Zion. Although both agreed that the road would provide some divine protection neither seemed too reluctant for a more direct path-- I'm sure that wouldn't sit too well with most of the pilgrims who believed in the grace of Tah'aveen to protect us.
"Brother Zachary--" my attention was called away from their discussion by one of the caravan guards who needed my help; apparently Provisioner Flynn was causing a minor commotion... again. One of his recent-hires, a hunting dog named Taggart was serving ale to some of the workers who were gathered around the provisioner's wagon and the ferret was upset that coins weren't changing paws. In the end, several of the foremen gave the provisioner enough payment to quiet him and everybody settled down-- I thanked Tah'aveen that I didn't have to get involved in everything... but, unfortunately, the next big decision was already upon me.
We had a few hours left until we were supposed to leave but a number of the labor masters wanted to add some extra activities onto the preparation. We had the time for it, but not for everything they had in mind. Several travelers wanted Narissa to relate stories of the Wild Lands so they'd know what they were up against; Numerous clergy suggested that I take the time to lead the wagon train in a prayer session to the Moon Goddess; more than one wagon master suggested getting more supplies in case Dillan Flynn decided to try price gouging; the caravan guides suggested ordering some specific equipment they thought we'd need from specialized dealers; a few of the men expressed a desire to spend the last few hours with their family. All of the suggestions seemed reasonable, but I knew there just wouldn't be enough time for all of it so I gathered up the leaders of the wagon train in the hopes we could come up with a solution.
Myre
Dearest Miri,
You told me ever since I was a little girl that we come from a family of famed warriors; I used to think that it was just another one of those older-sister tricks that you used to play on me-- I didn't realize until I went into training how well acknowledged our family really was. Out of everyone that could have been chosen for this task, Lord Dalton chose me. To be honest, I'm still surprised he didn't choose you. He didn't exactly tell me why and I knew better than to ask. It still feels like it should be you here and not me, which I suppose is why I decided to dedicate this journal to you. That, and because it's nice to think of the time I spend writing to be something like the times we used to hide in our room and gossip about the events of our days. I really miss that.
I met with the priestess assigned to the caravan this morning and I'm glad it was Lady Marion. I don't know if you'd remember the name, but she's the gorgeous blond Anthony was staring at; there aren't many human priestesses in service to the Temple of Myre so I guess it's okay to feel proud that one of our own gets to help lead us to Zion. She had with her another priest who was looking after a young lion, just old enough to start sprouting his mane. Why the temple decided to send an initiate is beyond me but, then again, a faithful's purpose is not to question the way of the church, as Lord Dalton always says.
The overseer of my unit introduced me personally to Lady Marion, which was a greater honor than I was expecting. She was every bit as amazing as I could have imagined, and was even generous enough to introduce me to the young lion named Josh, a cub, I was told, with great many blessings from the Moon Mother. Just by his bearing I could tell he was raised by the church but his formal, proper greeting still couldn't hide his excitement; I think he was even happier to be assigned to the Zion journey than I was. I guess I might have been more excited if that was my main reason for being in the wagon train.
The caravan came together quickly and no one questioned my presence, which was good because Lord Dalton asked me to make sure that I wasn't being obvious. To be honest, I've never really been much for sneakiness or lies, but I understood why he's concerned. Above everything, the delegates HAD to get to Zion, and my task wasn't supposed to interfere with that.
The wagons were making their final preparations when I caught the first look at the Wild Lander guide I'd heard about, and let me tell you: the stories don't even begin to do her justice. Massive even for a minotaur, Bahrla Splithoof was every bit the warrior woman she had been painted to be. She had this walk about her that screamed no-nonsense. You know how people always tell you that you can command attention when you enter a room? Well... not to take away from you or anything, but she looked like she could have done it from outside the building.
Walking with her, looking like he was trying to keep control of a conversation that Bahrla was casually wrestling away from him was a handsome looking shepherd dog, and someone I actually knew. Keeland Reilly was one of the speakers at my squad's graduation ceremony; I remembered him so well because he was outspoken, vibrant, and interesting-- almost the complete opposite of most of the speakers. I wasn't surprised when he glanced back my way and his eyes looked right through me-- he was one of four presenters and I was one of fifty students. I suppose I shouldn't have felt bad because of it-- looking back it seems silly, but at the time I remember feeling a little down. It's embarrassing to say, but I had a little crush on him ever since his speech at commencement.
With the last pre-departure activities underway, I followed orders from the organizers to find a place in one of the carts. Unlike what I expected at first, there were enough wagons and carts that even the low ranking guards like me had a place to sit-- thank the Goddess for forethought. I was seated in one of the open-top wagons amidst a large amount of loose hay and animal supplies. Other than the wagon driver the only other individual sharing my transportation was a well-groomed mixed breed... a wolf-dog, or maybe a coy-wolf... I've never been very good at telling the difference.
He was friendly enough, introducing himself the moment our eyes met. Anor-Roc, he said his name was. We spoke casually for a good ten minutes, during which time he was polite and proper but I couldn't help but feel that he was toying with me; several times his words bordered on flirting and I could have sworn that he slid a few well-placed double-meanings into our discussion about traveling in a hay wagon. The fact that he constantly referred to his family and wife was a good sign that even if he was flirting that it was innocent... hopefully. (You remember the time that leopard from East Town tried to seduce you before his wife caught him? No thanks... I NEVER want to be in a situation like that).
Our pleasant conversation came to a close when he excused himself, mentioning something about needing some time to mediate before leaving the town. Considering the fact that he was dressed with all the trappings of a magic user I was glad to see that the usual tavern blow-off line was actually genuine coming from him. Fortunately for me, Anor-Roc's attention was diverted at just the right moment because it was during this time that I caught sight of my target: Liam Mail.
The black fox was one wagon ahead of me, seated on what a barrel of grain. Across from him was a scowling squirrel girl who, by all accounts, did not look like she belonged in the caravan. unlike everyone else, the squirrel did not look expectant, excited, or even afraid-- she looked angry. I knew that I would have to bide my time; the squirrel would only get in the way. Regardless, Lord Dalton gave me specific orders and I knew even with him less than ten yards away, it was too soon... too soon to carry them out. Liam would have to wait until the wagon train was out of town. At first I didn't think it would be a long wait, but shortly thereafter I found out that the caravan leaders had one more activity planned before we left.
The last of the city workers finished their duty of bringing supplies to the staging ground and then departed, clearly leaving the last of the laborer to the caravan. While the final supplies and armaments were being loaded the master of the caravan called together several of the guards, the priests, and teamsters. While I didn't have a very good view it looked like they were doing some final planning. Considering all of the labor sounds surrounding me I had no better luck hearing. Strangely, Anor-Roc, casually jingling a charm bracelet on his wrist, had no such difficulty.
"They're arguing over what to do with the last of our preparation time." he explained, apparently realizing that I was trying to figure it out.
"We could just leave early." I noted.
"Heh... you almost sound like you weren't born here." he countered, "Everything has a time and staying on schedule is the most important thing."
"Then what's the big deal with finding a way to pass the time?" I pressed him for information.
"Right now they all agree that there's more the caravan can be doing, but nobody can agree on what. The Wild Lander," he motioned to Baharla, "wants to map out a route while Priestess Marion says we should spend the time in prayer." he sighed, "And then some others say we should gather up extra weaponry while still others think we should focus more on extra provisions... there are a few folks in the mix who say the last hours in town should be spent with family. It's turning into a circus over there." it was obvious he didn't approve of the show, "It's lack of empathy like this that has caused so many problems for the empire."
I nodded in response; it was a common argument in Myre. All we could do otherwise was wait for the leaders to make up their mind. Fortunately it didn't take as long as I'd feared.
Myrh
I arrived at the gathering place after almost everyone else had shown up. Numerous strings had to be pulled, many palms had to be greased, and more than a few deals had to be brokered before I could secure a place in the caravan... but I knew it would be worth it-- there wasn't anything worth holding onto if it meant taking this trip. Knowing that, I waited as long as I needed to before being able to slip into the gathering without being noticed.
Although I'd expected all of the clergy to be present in the very beginning, the Priestess who was to guide the caravan arrived even later than I had. It was Anya Fanewatcher, and it felt like the dawn grew a little darker and the air grew a little colder for her presence. She was assigned by the temple as the bearer of a Divine Shield, a great silver scythe which she held like any normal woman would cling to an intimate lover. Any devout follower would never say anything negative about a priestess of Tah'aveen, but I have no qualm admitting that she scares me... almost as much as the thought of the Wild Lands.
Priestess Fanewatcher was a surprise but so too was the unity priest named Ryan Fastrider, a wolf from Bannihar who was permitted to join caravan. He was also tasked with seeing to the safety of the wagon train. He had received permission from the High Priestess herself to join the caravan on its trip to Zion. Doubtlessly the fact that he brought his own Divine Shield had something to do with the temple's permission... the priests most likely figured that two layers of protection were better than one. Priest Farstrider's Divine Shield was kept discreetly on his person-- it looked like a small, unspectacular moonstone armlet.
The priest and priestess remained near the head of the caravan, which is precisely where I didn't want to be. Lingering in the shadows at the back was also the obvious place to avoid because that's where people tended to look. To make matters more complicated, based on the rumors I had heard, Kell Vederik was the dedicated guardsman for the rear portion of the caravan. Few realized it, but Kell was far more than a bodyguard and that kind of man was not someone I wanted to be anywhere near. Even from my position near the alleyway I could see him skulking amidst the morning shadows moving in and out of the caravan on the look out for anything that might entice him into action-- I didn't plan on being one of those things.
As the appointed time of departure drew closer I made my way toward the middle wagons, the ones reserved for the wealthier and higher class pilgrims. With the right applications of simple magics it is not hard to fit in-- the fact that most of the upper class travelers were worried more about the upcoming trip and less about those sharing a coach with them made my job that much easier. I welcomed myself into the carriage, a simple illusion providing the impression that I was dressed in clothing similar to theirs-- far too fancy to be worth much on the road. Thankfully my clothes didn't actually change-- I had no intention of tripping over myself.
The two travelers sitting across from me continued their discussion as if I wasn't even there. They bantered as only a rich husband and wife could: complaining about the hired help. I found it humorous that, while in one breath, they were able to complain that the caravan leaders lacked the insight to hire a Wild Lander guide and yet, a mere moment later, complain that far too many members of the envoy reeked of the unfaithful. It wasn't that I didn't have the heart to tell them that the majority of Wild Landers did not worship Tah'aveen... I simply wasn't interested in correcting their ignorance.
They continued picking apart other individuals in the caravan, speaking to one another and completely ignoring me. Despite my ability to handle people from all walks of life one of the things I disliked the most about the families belonging to old-wealth was their superiority complex. Despite the risk I was taking finding a new place to stay I realized that I was not going to be able to survive an entire journey having to listen to their inane prattle... so I took my leave with a wordless nod and went to find myself a new place to stay out of the way.
The caravan was awash with activity and it became increasingly difficult to keep to myself. Workers went here-and-there carrying provisions and equipment; fortunately the illusion of finery still clung to me so they all thought better than demanding my assistance. I had just decided on my next wagon when my way was blocked by a rather perturbed-looking human dressed in the kind of traveler's garb you'd expect a university sage to wear. More unique than his clothing, though, was the fact that he was pure white-- something of a rarity among his kind.
"The Demon of Ashlai is in the caravan." he announced, obviously more interested in stirring up trouble rather than offering any real warning, "You should probably think about staying inside your wagon unless you want to lose your soul."
"Thank you for the warning, Mr...." I offered in as dismissing a thanks as I could muster. I always learned it's easier to get someone to leave you alone if you start asking questions, but, rather than actually come out and ask his name I let the implied question hang there. As expected, the human quickly passed by without bothering to introduce himself. I later learned that the human, Jerard by name, had a special dislike of nobles-- it certainly made up for such a bad first impression in my mind-- anyone who dislikes nobles can't be all that bad.
He continued on down the line, repeating his warning the rest of the riders of the caravan's special addition. Despite any of the possible negative considerations, I had heard of Artemisia, known more commonly as the Demon of Ashlai; though she was worth being frightened of, I was not not concerned-- the commander of the caravan was Yearl Rakken. A local hero, the lion was a veritable legend in Myrh and anyone who knew of him knew that when he was involved everything would be alright. I don't consider myself naiive, of course; nobody can guarantee safety in the Wild Lands, but I had total confidence that he could keep the Demon of Ashlai in check.
Climbing into my new chosen wagon I was relieved to see that I only had to share it with one other occupant, a dark-furred wolf who, as far as I could tell, appeared to be asleep. Situated next to him on his bench seat was a huge stack of books; placed between his feet on the floor of the coach was an open bag, also full with books. The wolf also had another book open and in his lap. Leaning forward just slightly I could make out a few symbols on one of the pages. I recognized magical runes, but didn't know enough to identify it. Considering the amount of reading the wolf had available to him I knew that I had found the right spot; he was going to be far more concerned with his books than a casual traveler seated across from him.
Having found my perfect spot within the caravan I finished settling in. I knew it was only a matter of hours before the wagon train would leave but, if I knew anything about Captain Yearl Rakken (and most people who lived in Myre for any amount of time do), I was confident that there was more to accomplish before he would give the go-ahead for the departure. As expected, scarcely a few minutes later, the FINAL final preparations were put into place.
There was some conjecture among the laborers outside my wagon as to what the captain had in mind. One suspected that he was going to secure some extra provisions, while another countered that any more supplies would probably be arms and armor. One of the guards who claimed to have fought alongside the Captain in the great wars said that he was most likely going to give the travelers some time to bid goodbye to their friends and families. Another guard, all but calling the first a liar countered with the assessment that the Captain would most likely gather the commanders together and formulate a logistical plan outlining the path the wagon train would take.
They all seemed like reasonable possibilities, but they ruled out the influence that the Anya Fanewatcher had over the caravan, and, in all likelihood, I was wagering that she'd decree the final preparation for the trip to be a company-wide prayer. I didn't bother providing any input, of course-- it wasn't something we had any control over so why be concerned? Resting back against my seat, I was content to bide my time, waiting to hear the plan.
Shrad
The city had spent weeks preparing for the departure of the second foray to Zion. Unlike the previous envoys, the polar bear known as Armenius Tenge, High Priest of Shrad had no intention of playing it conservative and, to that end, he ordered an increase in the size of the caravan to account for an entire regiment of 'guards'. The men-at-arms were all well-trained soldiers, capable of defending the convoy, but also useful for much more aggressive maneuvers if it was deemed appropriate; knowing his style, it most certainly would be.
The bear was easy enough to track down for anyone interested in seeing him; his ever-present collection of men-in-black followed him wherever he went as he made his way through the caravan's staging grounds. Not one to accept undue risks, he had made it a point to recruit numerous temple guards to join him on the expedition. To the unenlightened, the fact that the guards were spread out within the caravan didn't seem to make sense, but those who knew better realized just why it was that Armenius Tenge chose to keep them at a distance, relying instead on his twelve personal guardians. The bear had made certain that the in-the-know travelers were kept to a minimum-- one, to be specific.
Despite her capabilities both in the ways of prayer and in leadership, Majh Blackpaw was given leave to join the expedition only because she knew things about the bear that would be... compromising. He did just enough to ensure the hyena's obedience without letting her feel as though she got the upperpaw... little did he know however that she was always able to accomplish much more than the wiggle-room he provided. Biding her time, the hyena reclined in the posh wagon reserved for the clergy. It was lamentable that it was so close to the other coaches... specifically one where quite a discussion was taking place.
Two travelers bantered back and forth about the quality of service they were expecting out of the journey. They were meticulously picking apart every last aspect of the expedition right down to the collar-types chosen for the slaves. Majh was, of course, completely disinterested in the casual yammering, perking her ears only when they began critiquing the caravan's guide, a young Wild Lander ferret barely of age. They found numerous reasons to pick him apart, everything ranging from the most obvious "he's a heathen and a non-believer" or "he's barely old enough to drink", to the more outlandish "Did you see that hammer he has? It's bigger than HE is!". While the comment seemed ridiculous at the time, Majh later found out that there was no over exaggeration involved... it really WAS a gigantic hammer.
The yammering continued for some time until it was interrupted by a voice speaking with a level of authority that allowed no argument, "Your comments are counter-productive to our objectives here." the speaker informed them, "Lord Loric Kriabnish requests your cooperation in maintaining order." it was a simple enough comment.
"What's the meaning of this?" the first voice objected, "You have no right to open our carriage and start making demands of-" the goddess-blessed silence that resulted from what sounded like a well-placed sword blow was the answer to Majh's prayers.
"Lord Loric Kriabnish requests your cooperation in maintaining order." the commanding voice repeated.
"Y-yes... of course." a shaky voice agreed. Majh smiled to herself and jotted down the name for future reference-- she made it a point to thank those who improved the quality of her life. She wore a smile up until a polite knock at the coach's door required her to wipe it clean from her muzzle.
"What is it?" she demanded.
"I have the pet fox you requested." one of her men answered.
"Good." Majh acknowledged, and calmly kicked the door open, "Please show him in."
Two guards hoisted a slender, feminine form of pure-white fur into the wagon and unceremoniously deposited said ball of fluff at Majh's feet. "Tolen Lerum, I presume? Thank you for accepting my invitation." she offered casually.
"Oh..." the fox acknowledged shakily as he got to his knees and slid into the seat across from her, "Would you mind letting me know what this is about please, sir?" he asked quietly. The guards standing outside the coach chuckled quietly to themselves.
Majh reached out across the distance between herself and the fox and gently cupped her paw against the side of his slim, finely featured muzzle, "I heard that you were interested in helping the pilgrims heading for Zion." she patted his face gingerly.
The fox recoiled slightly, "Um... I did want to, sir... but the High Priest said I wouldn't be needed since I'm not a native of Shra--"
"Well, I've granted your wish." Majh spoke up, interrupting the fox and the two guardsmen outside her wagon who had started chuckling again.
"You... did?" he asked, ears turning a little red, "truly?"
"Yes." Majh smiled benevolently, "Truly."
"Oh, thank you sir! Thank you!" and the white fox actually lunged across the seat to wrap his arms around Majh, his slim form embracing her, "I ask for nothing but the chance to--"
"My name is Majh Blackpaw... PriestESS of Shrad." Majh added, a deep grin spreading across her muzzle when she felt the fox tense up. He slowly withdrew, ears drooping. "Oh... it's alright, Tolen..." she reached out and patted him on the head, "I'm sure you know what it's like having someone make a mistake like that." and she cackled as only a hyena could when she saw him blush through his fur.
"Thank you, priestess." the fox mumbled quietly.
"Guardsman Sten." Majh called to one of the guards standing outside her carriage.
"Yes, Priestess?" the otter responded immediately.
"Take our good friend here to Shadow's wagon and see to it that he is comfortable." she directed.
"Comfortable... or 'comfortable', Priestess?" the otter grinned sadistically.
"He is our GUEST, Sten... I want him treated better than you would Doyren." she ordered.
"That's not saying much." the otter admitted.
"Be NICE to him." she modified her directive.
"Of course." the otter bowed, and motioned for Tolen to follow, apparently understanding that dragging the fox around wouldn't fulfill the hyena's order of 'being nice'. There were a number of reasons why she chose Shadow's wagon, not the least of which being the fact that Shadow Darkfang was a loyal guardian of the temple. She knew that the wolf would keep an eye on the meek fox and see to it that he didn't get into any trouble. Majh knew that any number of travelers would happily take advantage of the Banniharian born healer, but Shadow had just enough good in him to protect the white-furred, feminine fox. It would be a good arrangement for the both of them.
Glancing out her window she was dismayed to see that the caravan was still not prepared to leave. "Now if only all problems were so easily remedied." she mumbled to herself. She stared toward the lead wagons where a good sized number of wagon masters were gathered with the High Priest. Attending them was one of Shrad's bounty hunters, a rottweiler by the name of Gaerid. Majh had, in the past, had a few runs in with him and he was one of the few individuals she'd ever met who actually gave her any pause... he did, in fact, leave her feeling uneasy. She had no doubt that Armenius Tenge knew it, and it was the reason why the dog had been invited.
Rather than approach the group she sent one of her men to inquire as to the delay. When he returned he told her of the council being held. A number of ideas were presented to the High Priest as final preparations were coming to a close. The bear was listening to all of the suggestions before making a decision as to how the caravan would be seen off. Some travelers were suggesting appropriating additional supplies while others advised loading in more weapons and armor.
A few timid souls advised praying for Tah'aveen's good graces, while others thought the best use of time would be to send the guardsmen and laborers out for one last really good chance to carouse. Other ideas were presented as well, but Majh realized that she would need to present her own, Gaerid or no Gaerid. Without further delay she got out of the coach and made her way to the council-- she was not about to wait all day for him to make up his mind when she could do it faster for him.
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Welcome to Zion: Light of the New Moon, and the very first posting of the story. This is the pre-chapter, a time where readers have the opportunity to see exactly how this story will work and how they can provide input and direction.
Chapter 0 will be comprised of 2 parts: 0.0 and 0.1 Standard chapters will usually include 3 parts but since this is more a tutorial than anything else, we are beginning light.
Since this is not a "real" chapter, per se, no groups will be charged a Luck point, but keep in mind that future chapters can and will cost a Luck for each group.
The current breakdown of Group Favor and Luck are as follows: Bannihar has 5 Luck and 18 Favor. Doen has 5 Luck and 21 Favor. Myre has 5 Luck and 16 Favor. Myrh has 5 Luck and 24 Favor. Shrad has 5 Luck and 21 Favor.
All readers now have the opportunity to vote for their favorite group. While I would normally assume that all contributing readers will probably choose to back their own group, this need not be the case-- and I won't count default votes; if you want your vote to count then you'll have to post it here!
All readers now also have the chance to place different Event Arcs down into the storyline for the various 5 groups. You may vote for which group gets what Event Arc but, if you are a contributing reader you may NOT place a vote for a group in which you have a character; you may only vote for other groups. (Note: not all Event Arcs will be used)
1) It Favors the Prepared There are enough dangers in the Wild Lands to be concerned about without worrying that it'll have to be done without sufficient provisions. The caravan workers will take the extra time to gather and stow additional food, water, and other such necessities. Complexity: 0 Success: +1 (or more) Luck Failure: nil Story Seeds: + Wild, + Serpent Modifier: Contributing Readers from this group will have the opportunity to collect comments from non-contributing readers. The more people they get to comment on the next post the greater benefit to the party.
2) A Final Goodbye Though each person has his or her own way of parting from their loved ones (or at least their homes), it's always helpful to have enough time to complete their rituals of parting. The caravan leaders provide everyone a little more time to get one more hug, shed one more tear, or at least buy one more drink. Complexity: 0 Success: +1 Willpower for each character in the party Failure: nil Story Seeds: + New Moon, + (seed based on city) Modifier: Bannihar Story Seed is Wild, Doen Story Seed is Dawn, Myre Story Seed is Mist, Myrh Story Seed is New Moon, Shrad's Story Seed is Serpent
3) By Her Grace All of the faithful know that nothing is complete without a blessing from Tah'aveen. This caravan leaders decide that it would be best to hold a large prayer, asking the Moon Goddess for her favor in the coming journey. Complexity: 0 Success: +1 Favor (or more) for the group Failure: Nil Story Seeds: -+ New Moon, + Dawn Modifier: all characters with a combined Religion + Faith (by town) exceeding 15 will make a roll (Religion + Faith + 2 10 sided dice) with a target number of 25. If they are successful they add another +1 to Favor. If they roll 2 0s then the group loses 1 Favor instead
4) Looking Before You Leap Whether the matter of merely collecting as much information as possible, or actively sitting down and going over a map, the caravan leaders decide to put the guides to use and think about the best way to proceed on the path to Zion. Complexity: 0 Success: First Consideration on the next Event Arc Failure: Nil Story Seeds: + Earth, - New Moon Modifier: Reader Challenge for the contributing readers of the party, to be declared upon the assignment of this story arc. Success results in having the benefit of success over the next two Event Arcs instead of just one.
5) Sharp, Strong, Shiney, and other S.Words While many members of each caravan team have specific items of power or magical weapons, not everyone does. The leaders of the expeditions realize that there are some very capable people who need a little "something extra" and they plan on remedying this. Complexity: 0 Success: Equipment Failure: Nil Story Seeds: + Earth, + Serpent Modifier: every character that does not currently have a powerful weapon, piece of armor, Divine Shield, or magical item of some sort gains one. For those of you who are already equipped, sorry... maybe you should have voted for a different Event Arc. ;)
6) Blinding Light The Cultists of the Sun have been busy and, despite the pressing need to depart, the caravan cannot mindfully leave town when a sudden and blatant show of heretical power forces them to first find and combat this new menace before leaving the city. Complexity: 1 Success: Willpower, Favor Failure: Luck Story Seeds: ++ Sun Modifier: Unlike the other Event Arcs, this one will have a 3rd post.
So now's your chance to vote for what Story Arc should go to which group and make sure you vote for your favorite group this post. if you're not a contributing reader you have even more power-- make use of it! Votes must be posted before midnight (PST) on Friday, May 20th.
Although voting is not yet complete, the votes as they stand indicate the following: Bannihar: Story Arc 6 Doen: Story Arc 2 Myre: Story Arc 3 Myrh: Story Arc 1 Shrad: Story Arc 4
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halloween fun by dbj_rab
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an old halloween story wrote - It's a pitch black night. The moon is flooding the lands with it's light as two dark figures fly overhead. The whispers of wings flapping can be heard as the bats fly closer to their destination. Soon the bats fly low and begin to change shape into vampire bunnies.
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"Gay",
"M/M/M/M",
"Orgy",
"Rabbit",
"Various Species"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464791-halloween-fun
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It's a pitch black night. The moon is flooding the lands with it's light as two dark figures fly overhead. The whispers of wings flapping can be heard as the bats fly closer to their destination.
Soon the bats fly low and begin to change shape into vampire bunnies.
Thankfully these kind of vampires don't prey on blood, but on juices of tomatoes instead.
The vamp bunnies glance at each other and begin to feast on the farmer's stock of tomatoes.....slurping loudly as they drained the juices from their "victims". After having satisfied their thirst., they go over into the dark shadows.
"So, what do you want to do now?," the white and black male bunny asked the other.
The other male vamp who had black fur with a patch of white on his chest and head fur, turned and said "I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"Well....it's been awhile since we had a good fuck, how about we go find some others?" the white bunny replied.
"Sounds good to me," the black vamp said, and stroked his hard on before changing into a bat and flying off.
The other bunny does the same and they both flap around looking for their sex victims.
They soon fly overhead a small town and notice several impressive looking male fox and coyote hanging out in front of a store.
They drop down several blocks away and change back into their bunny forms. Since it's Halloween, they didn't bother losing their cloaks. They walked up and approached the pair.
The fox was wearing a costume of a pop singer and the coyote had on a costume of a magician.
"Wow. Those are cool costumes you guys have on," the fox said as they approached.
"Thanks. Yours aren't bad either," the white bunny replied.
"We noticed you guys earlier and was wondering if you would like to come to a party that we're hosting?" the black bunny asked.
The fox and coyote looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure why not. Beats doing what we were going to do," the coyote said.
"Great. Follow us then please. It's not very far from here." The black bunny said.
The fox and coyote soon followed the rabbits towards a spooky looking old house, that looks like its about to fall apart.
"Cool place for the party," the fox murmured. He hugged the coyote as they got closer.
"Yes it is, isn't brother dear?" the black one asked.
"Yup. Got a great deal for this place," the white one said.
They soon went in and as eyes grew used to the darkness, they noticed that they weren't the only ones invited. There were several other male and female furs wearing costumes. Some were elaborate while others were simple ones.
Everyone mingled enjoying the music and wolfing down on the free food that was available. Soon the clock struck midnight.
"All right everyone, now that you've had a chance to relax, we can now begin the party in earnest," the black vamp bunny said.
"By the way, my name is David, and this is Ben," he said gesturing towards his white brother.
Soon the lights dimmed down and everyone huddled together as the lightning flashed and thunder crackled.
"Let's begin," Dave said with a smirk.
He motioned for the others to follow him and they took a tour of the place, Dave pointing out curiosities and Ben was following behind....tickling some of the female and male guests as they passed him.
Some glared back at him, but others looked at him with a more knowingly smile.
Soon everyone was back in the living room. "All right everyone how was that?" Dave asked.
Everyone murmured that it was interesting, but when was the fun going to begin.
Dave and Ben came together and soon started to disrobe themselves.....making sure everyone looked into their eyes.. mesmerizing them with their powers.
"All right everyone. Here's what you're going to do.....you're going to give us and each other fuck pleasure til the sun comes up," they said in unison.
Everyone else had that glazed look in their eyes and soon turned back to normal.
The glanced at each other and started to feel a bit strange. They all felt incredibly horny and started to strip out of their costumes. Soon everyone was looking at each other in their nakedness and started to hug and caress each other..males doing males and women doing women first..then some moving on to be with their respective partners while others remained together......
Ben and Dave were getting hard as they watched the orgy begin in it's earnest. They soon stripped themselves and started to mingle in with who ever they wanted to..... starting with the males first.
As soon as they approached everyone looked up to them and started to want to do their own to please them.... Entranced as they were in the first place by them..... Ben and Dave commanded them to continue as they were while they selected whom they wanted first.
It didn't take long for them to spot the ones they wanted with big dicks. Everyone was getting hard and soon coming close to orgasms. Dave and Ben looked at each other and each was thinking the same thing, "How long will this group last?...." their last one didn't last very long....only for a few hours....
Ben went towards a Bear who was sucking on a horse, while Dave went towards a Horse who was fucking a dog.
They commanded their "captives" to follow them and left the room as the orgy continued on and everyone soon groaned, growled, and gasped as they reached their first orgasms of the night. There would be plenty more depending on how long they lasted.
Bend and Dave soon started to work on their yiff mates. Ben went down and sucked hard on the Bear's hard cock while Dave stroked the Horse's dick to hardness again.
The Bear bucked and growled deep as he felt intense pleasure from Ben's licking and sucking.
Dave soon got the horse's cock up and and licking it, saliva dripping all over the huge member.
Dave positioned himself to sit on the horse, and soon spread his legs and wide as he could as he felt his ass muscles tighten in protest and then soon gasped loudly as the horse's dick come pushing through his anal ring as he pushed himself deeper onto the horse until he was completely in, balls resting against the horse's.
Ben soon stopped sucking on the Bear's dick and turned to watch his vamp brother fucking himself on the Horse's huge cock.
He soon pushed the Bear down and started to mount himself onto the bear's big cock. Ben grunted as he felt the bear's dick tear his ass apart... gasping and grunting from the intense pain and pleasure...
He moved himself towards his brother and leaned down to suck on Dave's dick as he pumped himself up and down onto the bear's ursine cock.
Dave moaned as he felt the horse's dick going in and out of his ass....tightening his muscles as he felt the horse's knot come close to entering him and as his brother Ben sucked hard on his dick........
As they were reaching their climax... they could hear the others groaning and panting heavily as they cummed all over each other and into each other....
Ben and Dave continued their onslaught and soon were rewarded as the bear suddenly growled and pushed into Ben's tight ass.... Forcing his knot to go in and spread his anus even more....which caused Ben to gasp and tighten his ass around the bear's dick as the bear thrusted in deep and spurted inside him.
Ben moaned and groaned as he felt the bear's seed cum into him....making him twitch and spurt all over Dave's face......
Dave moaned as he saw his brother's seed come spurting at him....and grunted as he pushed himself to the max on the horse's dick...finally getting the knot in and tightened hard around the horse.....causing the horse to buck and neigh as he spurted his hot equine seed into Dave's ass.
Dave gasped as he felt the horse's seed empty into him and pushed his dick deep down into Ben's mouth .... Panting and moaning as he spurted his seed into his brother's waiting maw....who drank every drop of the sweet carrot taste....
Both of the bunnies lay panting as their asses spurted out the bear's and horse's cum...dripping all over their lover's balls and tails......
The rabbits recovered quickly and left the bear and horse to their own devices as they returned to the party and saw that the others were going at it again for a second time.... Allowing them to relax a bit as they selected their next victims........
This time they approached the fox and coyote...bringing them as well as a dog and lion along for a four some........
This time... Ben and Dave watched as they commanded the fox, coyote, lion, and dog to fuck each other........
The fox and coyote soon started to work on each other, while the lion and bitch pumped each other.
The lion pushed the bitch onto all fours and started to lick her vagina.... Spreading them apart to quickly lick her clit with his rough tongue, which caused her to gasp and groan in pleasure....
The fox and coyote were kissing and sucking on each other...getting themselves hard....
Soon the coyote pushed the fox onto all fours and lifted his tail, as he began to lick and probe the tail hole with is tongue...causing the fox to murr and pant in pleasure....
The bitch was soon growling and panting in pleasure as the lion began to mount her...getting his huge 9" dick to penetrate her.... She growled and pushed back as the lion started to thrust into her... both of them gasping as he felt her tightness and pushed harder.... Til he was all the way in.
The bitch groaned and reeled from the intense pleasure she was feeling as the lion thrusted in and out of her, placing his paws to fondle her breasts and play with her clit.
She gasped and tighten herself around the lion's dick.... He growled in response and thrusted in deeper....pushing his knot into her....leaning his head back as he roared in pleasure of her tightness....
Fox and the coyote were soon gasping for breath as the coyote pumped himself in and out of his lover's tail hole... pawing off on his lover as well.....
Ben and Dave were soon hard again and moved themselves to get into the fray.
Ben shoved his dick down the fox's throat and commanded him to deep throat him, while Dave moved towards the lion and started to mount him.... Moving the tail aside and grasping the lion's hips as he pushed in fast and hard... forcing all of his 10" member into the lion's tight tail hole......
The Lion bucked back and roared even more as the intense flames of lust were overwhelming him... he continued to thrust hard into the bitch's tight twat as she gasped and came again...soaking his dick with her juices...
The fox and coyote were soon grunting as the coyote thrusted in deep, his knot tying himself with his lover as he growled and leaned his head back as he howled and cummed deep inside the fox's ass.
The fox groaned and soon spurted all over the ground as his lover's paw jerked him off....
The Fox continued to suck hard on Ben's dick... licking and fondling the rabbit vamp's balls....
Ben soon groaned as he felt himself cumming near.... His sharp pointed teeth revealing themselves again as he thrusted himself deep into the fox's throat... panting and pushing head down...as he suddenly grunted and spurted deep into the fox's throat.... Loads of cum dripping from the fox's maw.....
Dave soon thrusted himself hard and deep into the lion's ass as the lion roared his pleasure and spurted deep into the bitch's pussy... tightening his ass even more around Dave's dick. The black bunny quickly thrusted deep, his balls banging against the lion's as he leaned over to the lion's neck and gave him a quick bite with his two sharp teeth.
The lion mewed as the rabbit bite him in pleasure and stopped as soon as he came.....
Dave mmmmed as he felt himself spurting deep into the lion's tight ass.... Soon everyone was tired and rested for a bit as Dave and Ben quickly recuperated.....
"You know the fox and coyote are really good.... It would be a shame to let them die...." Ben said.
"Yes, they do look like it don't they?" Dave replied.
They both decided to spare the fox and coyote and let them go...... unaware of what has happened.
The fox and roo were certainly surprised to find themselves outside of an old house...their asses and dicks sore from the intense orgy.......
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Morning Wood - Nice Ending by Jag
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Morning Wood By Jag Contains M/M yiff and cock vore Vaper and Kicer (c) Jag Vaper stood with his arm raised in the air, gripping the steel bar in his paw of the bus as he rode in the cities bus, having to stand since it was overcrowded, much like it was everyday when he got out of work. His slick
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[
"Anal",
"Bathing",
"Cock Vore",
"Feline",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Otter"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10170-morning-wood-nice-ending
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Morning Wood By Jag Contains M/M yiff and cock vore Vaper and Kicer (c) Jag
Vaper stood with his arm raised in the air, gripping the steel bar in his paw of the bus as he rode in the cities bus, having to stand since it was overcrowded, much like it was everyday when he got out of work. His slick brown and cream color fur smelled like food and grease, something he liked for the first few days when working at the restaurant. Now it the smell just hung on his clothes and fur for the rest of the day once he got out of work, which made him want a shower everyday when he got home, which was starting to work up that part of his apartment bill. His large brown tail hung through the back of his blue jeans, the tip almost reaching the floor of the bus. His nose twitched some as the bust stopped to let more people on. He sighed to himself and used his free paw to stroke his muzzle, his whiskers pushing back some as he did so. Looking at his reflection in the bus window as he stood he admired his form, always loving being an otter, a cute one at that from what everyone else had told him.
Today was just like any other, routine. Waking up and trying to get over his little problem before taking a shower and running a couple errands, then to work for nine hours. Vaper was happy though, tomorrow would be different. Instead of the usual Friday, he got time off of work and would get to go to the airport and pick up his boyfriend. It was going to be the first time the two of them could meet and actually be alone in his apartment for the entire weekend. It was going to be so much fun for the two of them, he just hoped that one little bodily function that had been acting up recently wouldn't make itself known.
He almost stumbled and fell when the bus pulled up to his own stop, not realizing where he was as his thoughts were tracing back to his boyfriends body. His cute gray fur, his button nose and tail, his sexy rump. Overall he was such a good looking kitty. Vaper smiled to himself as he got off the bus, watching it pull away. It was already starting to get dark, having wasted most of the day cooking for people. Vaper checked left and then right before quickly walking across the street, rummaging through his pocket until he found his key. Pulling open the apartment building door, he walked quickly up two flights of stairs before reaching his door. Unlocking it with his key he pushed the door open and walked inside, setting his keys on the center counter before heading over to the bathroom. He slid the glass shower door open and started to work off his shirt, pulling off the white collared shirt that he had put on for work. He tossed it into the hamper, sinking the shot and making a little swishing noise as he did so. He looked back at himself in the mirror again, his cream color fur along his belly and chest, moving up to his neck. He brushed his chest a few times, getting a few little pieces of fuzz from his shirt. Vaper rested his paw on the sink, leaning down some and cracking his back. He murred some as a little bit of tension was removed from his body. He yawned some, covering his muzzle with a paw and shaking his head. He didn't know why he was so tired these past few nights. It was still early and he felt like going to bed already. He slowly took his pants off, working them to his knees before they fell to his feet. Vaper carefully stepped out of them, stretching his arms in the air as he moved to the shower, sticking his paw in and cranking the water on. The water began to fall in the shower, cold at first before starting to warm up. Vaper took another look at himself in the mirror once more, brushing a paw down his hips and sheath and smiling to himself, giving a little hump in the air and picturing his boyfriend in front of him. He murred some to himself as he got into the shower, sliding the glass door closed and letting the hot water run off his slick fur.
Vaper did what he normally did, stood under the water and moved around just enough to let the water soak into his fur, loving the feeling of the water running over him. Fifteen minutes went by before he even picked up the bottle of soap and squirted some into his paw, running it over his fur and soaping himself up. Soon enough his body was full of suds, but those were quickly washed away with the water as it continued to rain down over his body. He closed his eyes some and rested his back on the glass door, almost falling asleep in the shower before a light ringing got his attention. He shook his head and turned the shower off, sliding the door open and listening to the second ring. He looked down at his pants and stumbled over to them, almost slipping on the floor as he rummaged through the front pocket and pulling out his cellphone on the third ring. Vaper took a look at the name of who was calling him, feeling his energy kick up when he saw the name Kicer. He flipped the phone open and brung it to his ear.
"Hey love!"
"Hey! Just making sure your going to remember to pick me up tomorrow afternoon."
"Of course I'll remember. Why would I leave my cute kitty all alone at the airport? For some other otter to get his paws on you, I think not!"
"I believe you Vaper."
"Oh yeah, plus my old roommate moved out since the last time you were here, so the apartment is all ours!"
"Oh that's good to know! Means we can be naughty whenever we want, hehe."
"Yup! I'll be sure to give kitty everything he wants."
"Okay hon, I gotta finish packing and get to the airport on time. See you tomorrow. Love ya lots!"
"Love you too Kitty Cat."
With that the two hung up their phones and Vaper sat on the floor, a growing puddle of water building up underneath him. He smiled to himself and shuddered, imagining his kitty all the way over here and in his arms. Kicer's soft fur up against his and the whole weekend ahead of them to spend in each other arms. So much he wanted to do to his kitty, but that would all have to wait until tomorrow and the days that would follow. His body gave a little shake again and his sheath swelled up some, causing Vaper to look down at the pink cocktip trying to poke itself up and out. He pushed a finger on it and pushed it back into the sheath.
"Not right now you. Kitty doesn't come till tomorrow. And stop getting bigger in the morning. I've heard of bad morning wood before, but your getting ridiculous."
The sheath started to settle back down as Vaper got up from his seat, grabbing the towel hanging up on the rack and dropping it on the ground, cleaning up all the water on the ground before picking it up and starting to pat his fur down. As soon as he was dry he moved out of the bathroom, grabbing his cell and shutting the light off behind him. Vaper went back into the kitchen and grabbed a pack of pizza rolls and unwrapped them, sticking them on a plate and then putting it into the microwave. After two minutes the microwave beeped and he took the plate out, walking to his bedroom and climbing into it. Vaper covered himself up with the light blue sheets and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels he stopped on Tech TV to catch an episode of X-Play. He popped one of the rolls into his mouth and chewed it up before swallowing, giving a murr at the taste. After a few minutes he finished the snack and sunk his head into the soft pillows, closing his eyes as he listened to the review of Age of Empires III, quickly falling to sleep.
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With not having to wake up early to get things done and go to work, Vaper's alarm didn't go off at the usual time of eight in the morning. Instead he had set the clock for about half past eleven, which was slowly starting to approach. Vaper rolled over in bed, hugging the sheets close to his chest and murring loudly, giving a slight hump in his sleep. He murred happily, giving a few low moans and humping a few more times. He was dreaming deeply about his kitty, wrapping his arms tightly around a pillow and giving a hump into it, his cock sliding out of his sheath and pressing against the soft pillowcase fabric. He moaned again and his cock continued to slide out, bulging out some and doubling its normal size, causing Vaper to groan as his cock gave a throb. The alarm suddenly went off, snapping him out of his deep dream. Vaper's hand shot out from the bed and hit the alarm, stopping the song "Nth Degree" right in the middle of a verse. He sat up and moaned a few times to himself before sliding out of bed, sitting on the edge of it and looking at his throbbing cock. He sighed to himself and looked at the pink member as the cumslit opened a few times, spurting some pre onto the floor. He shook his head and sighed again, giving it a light rub and murring loudly before stopping.
"Oh man, morning wood has never been this bad. Why is it only in the morning my cock gets this big?!"
He ran his paw over his ottercock once more, his body giving a shudder as he got up and trudged over to the bathroom, starting the shower and making sure it was cold before he stepped into it. He quickly became wide awake, his cock giving another shudder before starting to retreat into the sheath of the otter, shrinking some and slipping all the way back inside, the cumslit spurting a little more pre as it withdrew back into the sheath. Vaper turned the water temperature up and he murred some to himself as things started to heat up. He looked back down at his crotch and gave his sheath a rub and light slap.
"No acting like that when Kicer is around. I don't want to have to go to the doctor because he knows about this little problem. Just don't get bigger then normal for the next few days."
He gave his sheath another rub, as if thinking to himself that his mind could control what his cock did in the morning. He shut off the water after a couple of minutes, grabbing the towel from last night and drying himself off before throwing it back to the ground. He walked back to his room, completely nude and looking through his closet for something to wear. Pulling out a pair of shorts and a green T-shirt he puts them on and looks at the clock, just enough time.
Vaper walked a couple blocks to the parking lot where he kept his car at. Since his apartment complex didn't have lots around back and one couldn't park on the side of the street, everyone got to park in this large lot when there was room. Three stories high and since Vaper didn't use his car that much it mostly stayed parked in one spot until he wanted to get groceries or go out shopping. What was better was two weeks earlier he had gotten choice parking right on the first floor when he came home from getting a few things at the store. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was taking stairs while holding bags. Just a dangerous process for him since he seemed to lose all sense of balance when holding onto something. As he walked into that lot he grabbed his keys from his pocket, pointing and clicking the unlock button at his 2001 Geo Metro. He bought it cheap a few years back and it was a nice small car for him to drive around. Getting in Vaper tossed a few pieces of garbage into the back so it would be nice and clean for when his kitty got in. Looking at the clock is was just a little past one. About half an hour to get to the airport and meet Kicer.
It was good that there wasn't much traffic out on the road going to the airport, which was a surprise figuring it was Friday afternoon. Vaper arrived at the airport with plenty of time to just wait around, paying two bucks to park his car in a lot for an hour. He hurried himself to the entrance of the airport, even though he knew he didn't need to. He was just excited and wanted to get in there in hopes that the plane had come early. Vaper had to get to Gate Five to wait for his kitty and since it was a small airport it wouldn't take him that long to get there. He took a look at the nearest flight check, running down the list and stopping at Kicer's flight, seeing it read as On Time. Vaper smiled adn took off walking toward the gate, stopping at each window to look at the planes as they took off. Getting to his waiting area he checked out the window and saw the plane already pulled in and people starting to unload bags. He leaned up against the window and murred happily to himself as he waited for a few moments. Soon enough the doors opened though and the passengers started to unload from the plane. Vaper got on his tiptoes and looked at the top of everyone's head getting out, trying to spot Kicer.
Vaper's eyes searched about for one thing to give away his kitty's position. He then spotted just what he wanted, a pair of gray ears perked up on the top of a gray spiking headfur. The ears gave a few little twitches and Vaper smiled, knowing that was his target. Waiting for a few other passengers to clear out of the way, Vaper reached an arm forward and pulled Kicer out of the crowd, causing him to stumble forward and look at who had pulled him. Otter eyes met with kitty eyes and the two ran forward, Kicer dropping the bag on his shoulder as they hugged tightly. The two squeezed as hard as they could, both of them taking deep breaths of one another's scent, murring to themselves in the process. With Vaper being just about six feet and Kicer being just around five foot eight, Vaper could easily nuzzle the top of Kicer's head, giving one of his ears a couple licks as they held the hug for a bit longer. Both had a visible bulge in their pants, which rubbed against each other for a few moments before they broke the hug, Vaper giving Kicer's nose a little lick.
"Heya Kitty!"
"Hiya Otter!"
The two kiss quickly before nuzzling the side of each other's face, both murring happily before pulling away from one another. Kicer ran back to his back and picked it up, putting it back on his shoulder as Vaper wrapped an arm around his neck, leading him out of the waiting area and towards the front of the airport, wanting to get him back to the car. Kicer purred very lightly as they walked side by side, leaning his head against Vaper's arm and then looking up a bit to grin at him as they exited the airport, moving quickly towards the parking lot.
They reached the car faster then Vaper expected, Kicer opening the side door and tossing his back into the back seat before getting into the passenger's seat. As Vaper started to get in, Kicer slid his paw on his seat and once Vaper sat down he murred at feeling the paw under him, giving a lower murr and smiling at Kicer as he felt a nice squeeze. The two leaned closer to each other, parting their mouths before they met, exchanging a deep kiss with one another, breaking it off quickly and going for another. That two lasted all but a few seconds before went for a third one, this time holding it for longer, their tongues pushing against one another's before moving past and exploring the other's cheek and teeth before coming back to one another. The tongues wrestled and they swapped more saliva with one another before breaking the kiss, a trail of saliva being left between them. Kicer licked his lips before pulling his hand out from under Vaper, causing him to grin back at the kitty. Vaper raised a paw and slowly scritched underneath Kicer's chin, causing him to lift up a bit and purr a bit louder. The two kissed quickly once more before putting on their seatbelts and Vaper started the car, pulling out of the lot and back onto the road.
"So how was your trip kitty?"
"Long and hard, much like myself at the moment."
"Wow! I didn't even take the trip and I feel like that too!"
Both grinned at another another before starting to laugh loudly for a full minute, slowly calming themselves down.
"But the flight was really nice. Everything went well."
"Well that's good to know. Wouldn't want my kitty feeling bad when he got here."
"So what's our to do list for the rest of today? Going to your place for mad kinky sex before dinner and then more kitty-otter fun?"
"Not that I'd complain about that plan, but tonight I wanted you to be more then just a sex kitty..."
"Awww...but I love being a sex kitty...."
Kicer fakes pouting for a few seconds before giggling to himself, Vaper turning to him with a wide grin on his face.
"There will be plenty of time to be a sex kitty during the rest of your weekend."
"Okay! So what're the plans hon?"
"Decided that on your first night here I wanted to do something special. So I'm taking my kitty out shopping so I can buy him a few things before taking him to dinner adn then a movie, then back home for fun."
"That sounds really fun! Almost as fun as ottercock inside kittybutt!"
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Vaper and Kicer drove about half an hour to the mall right from the airport, starting up talk about how each of them had been since their first meeting after a year and a half. While they mostly knew what the other was doing through messengers and phone calls they did like to keep some things private and then talk about them in person. It was the same routine for Vaper who brought up how it was alright working at his place. Kicer brought up that he was having family problems as well as work related problems back home, but that wasn't going to get him down at all. As they pulled into the mall parking lot, Kicer leaned forward some to toy with the fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror, causing Vaper to smile and chuckle some as he stopped the car and cut the engine. Vaper leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Kicer's nose, getting him to grin and then push forward as he unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly kiss Vaper on the lips, giving his nose a quick lick before getting out of the car. Kicer ran around to the driver's side door as Vaper got out and upon reaching him, pushed a paw up under his shirt and rubbed his belly a few times, giving a firm squeeze to make the otter murr softly. Kissing Kicer on the forehead Vaper stuck his paw down the back of Kicer's pants and walked next to him toward the mall, Kicer wedging his own paw into the back of Vaper's pants in the process.
The two spent no more then an hour scouting the entire mall. They stopped in each store that made them interested for only a few minutes, then went into one of the larger department stores and buying a new pair of light blue bed sheets that they could break in later as well as a few towels for showers during the next couple of days. The last stop was the arcade where a few dollars in quarters were spent playing air hockey and racing games before heading back to the car and stashing their goods. Safely in the trunk the two raced each other to the nearby Italian restaurant, quickly getting inside and being seated. Vaper ordered chicken alfredo and a coke to drink; Kicer grinned at him and ordered the exact same thing, causing Vaper to lean forward in his seat as the waiter walked away.
"Copy cat..."
Kicer giggled to himself before gazing deep into Vaper's eyes, grinning at him until an order of bread and their drinks arrived. Thanking the waiter as he walked away again the two go after some bread, their paws grabbing hold of the same piece at the same time. They stare at each other, each giving a small tug on their half of bread before Vaper reached over and broke it in two. They stared at each other for a moment before both opening their mouths, the other placing his slice of bread inside. They chew and swallow before starting talk once more on recent events in their lives, Kicer going into detail about the airport and security and such. Shortly after their dinners arrive and they quickly start to chow down, both rather hungry from the day's events thus far and both not having eaten anything.
Upon finishing their meals, Vaper leaves a fifty on the table for the waiter, the bill coming to just over forty dollars. The two walk out of the restaurant and get back into the car. Vaper started it up and drove quickly down the street before stopping at the movie theater, both quickly getting out of the vehicle once more and rushing to the entrance. Vaper got to the front counter first and got two tickets for a movie that came out two weeks before, not wanting to deal with the crowds in a new movie and opting for a little bit more alone time with his kitty. He paid and then headed into the screening room with his Kicer following close behind him, using his paws to lightly bat at the otter tail behind him. Going into where the movie was going to be shown they take a seat up near the front, only a handful of others in the same screening room as them. Sitting down they rub noses with each other as the previews just about wrap up, the movie starting soon after.
For the first ten minutes their eyes are glued onto the screen, watching the first part of the movie before Kicer reached over and took Vaper's paw into his. For the next ten minutes the two fooled around, Kicer giving a squeeze to the otter paw before Vaper squeezed back and chuckled. The two began to slump in their seats, disappearing a bit from view of the other patrons. Kicer rested his paw on the crotch of Vaper's pants, giving it a few deep rubs with his paw. Vaper started to murr as soft as he could at the rubbing, his sheath starting to bulge out some. He looked at Kicer as if to say not at the moment, but he returned with a grin and a squeeze, causing Vaper to gasp softly, the tip of his cock slowly starting to push out of the sheath. Vaper reached over and pushed his paw down into Kicer's pants, getting him to giggle loudly and put both his paws over his mouth. He lowered his paws and started to purr loudly as Vaper's paw stroked up and down Kicer's sheath, which quickly swelled some and let the kittycock start and poke out. Vaper quickly removed his paw from Kicer's pants and leaned his head on him, giggling to himself.
"If I've got to be horny for the rest of the movie, so do you kitty."
"Fair enough handsome."
Wrapping an arm around Kicer's the two leaned together, resting their head's together and watching the rest of the movie in silence, just the sound of Kicer's purring being heard by the two of them. As the credits started to roll the two gave each other a nice long kiss, tongue wrestling quickly before breaking it off and getting up, heading back outside to the car. They both got in and Vaper started the vehicle up quickly, stepping on the gas to make it home quickly so he could have fun with the kitty.
The car was parked on the bottom floor of the garage a block away from Vaper's house. He popped the trunk as Kicer got out of the car. Vaper locked the doors and grabbed the new sheets and let Kicer carry the bag full of towels as they made their way back to Vaper's apartment. They reached ran all the way up the stairs and Vaper quickly unlocked the door, the two throwing their bags on the floor as the door shut behind them, hugging each other tight and kissing deeply, pushing their tongues into the other's mouth and swapping saliva for about a full minute before breaking it off as each groped the other's rump. Vaper reached down and grabbed the bags, moving down the hall after Kicer and tossing the towel bag into the bathroom and reaching the bedroom. Kicer was already lying down in the bed, rolling around some before lifting himself up to his knees, shaking his rump a few times at Vaper who just gave it a small slap, getting a loud murr from the kitty.
"New sheets first kitty, didn't buy them for nothing."
Kicer rolled off the bed and Vaper pulled the sheets off the bed, tossing them down on Kicer as he lay on the ground. Vaper opened the new sheets and quickly put the fitted sheet onto the bed with no problem at all, hearing a few loud murrs coming from underneath the old sheets in the process. He made his way over to the old sheets on the ground, pulling them off Kicer and seeing him lying naked underneath of them causing him to smile and paw up at the air.
"Hey! Give those back, they smell like sexy otter!"
"Well I smelly like sexy otter too you know..."
Kicer quickly got up and attached himself to Vaper, lifting up the otter's shirt and pulling it off, tossing it to the ground before pressing his nose into Vaper's chest and neck, taking a few deep breathes.
"Murr....fresh otter..."
"See, told you so."
With that Vaper kissed Kicer once more before pulling away from him, getting some help from the kitty to pull on the second sheet and then the comforter. Vaper reached over with the new pillow cases and pulled the old ones off, chucking them at Kicer before quickly stuffing the pillows back into a protective sheet. Vaper suddenly feels a tug on his pants, seeing Kicer's arms around him tug at them again a couple of times. He let out a playful growl before falling back into the floor.
"Otter pants won't come off?!"
Vaper grinned and undid the top button and unzipped them, giving a wink to Kicer.
"Try them now kitty."
Kicer crawled close and gave the pants another tug, the pants sliding all the way down Vaper's body and showing off the tip of his cock. Kicer pushed his nose into the bulging sheath, causing Vaper to moan some as he felt the nuzzling around the area followed by a few quick warm licks that made a bit more of his cock slip out. He looked down to see Kicer nuzzling his crotch again, giving his balls a few nuzzles before stepping out of his pants and lifting the kitty up to his feet. Kicer nuzzled about in Vaper's neck, murring at not only his scent, but the scent of their own musk starting to build up in the room. Leaning back some Vaper flopped himself down on his back in the bed, Kicer almost leaping onto him once he settled himself down. Licking about at the otter's face and giving him a few kisses on the lips, Kicer starts to purr louder then he had all day, both their cocks rubbing up against each other, pre oozing from both of them and rubbing into their fur. Vaper held Kicer tightly against his chest, using his paws to stroke down the feline's back and rub at his tailbase, leaning his head back some and murring to himself as he felt Kicer lick and nuzzle his face and neck. Shifting a bit underneath Kicer, the otter lets out a low moan as he feels his cock press up into the kitty's stomach, murring softly afterward as he gave a hump upward and got a loud moan from Kicer. Vaper quickly gave a big hug to his kitty, flipping himself on top as he felt a few light nibbles on his neck. Running his whisker's against Kicer's a few times he pulled away from the kitty, wrapping his arms around his legs and pushing them up, leaning Kicer's body back with them. With the kitty's head resting firmly on a couple pillows, Vaper got onto his knees and pushed his pre leaking cock up against Kicer's tailhole, the feline tail whipping around a little bit before settling down. With a gentle push Kicer let out a light grunt followed by a slight whimper, having been a long time since he last got penetrated. Giving a groan Vaper pushed forward some, his cock sinking in about an inch causing Kicer to yelp loudly before murr softly. Kicer lifted himself up on his elbows and grinned at Vaper as his paws rested on the feline's hips.
"All the way inside, ottercock needs to be nice and warm inside kittybutt."
Vaper nodded and smiled as Kicer laid back down, moaning loudly as the full seven inches of ottercock pushed into Kicer's tailhole. Both moaned loudly as Vaper's balls slapped against Kicer's body. The feline purred as loud as he could, clenching his tailhole around the cock buried inside of it. Vaper moaned feeling that sensation, giving a few humps forward as his cock throbbed inside of Kicer. Gripping the feline's hips tightly Vaper slid his cock out of the tailhole, rubbing the head over the opening a few times before sliding it all the way back in. Kicer perked his ears and let out a loud moan, his own cock giving a few throbs as Vaper did this once more, this time pushing against the cock and trying to force it deeper into the tailhole. Kicer began to squirm some as he felt pressure building up inside of his tailhole, soon feeling the sensation stop as the cock slid from his tailhole. The feline panted a few times before letting out another load moan and murr, purring loudly as the cock went right back into him. The sound of Vaper's balls slapping against Kicer's tailbase made both of them moan deeply, Kicer's tail moving up some and wrapping up with Vaper's. The otter continued to slide his cock in and out of the feline tailhole presented to him, plunging back inside as deep as he could go. Vaper moaned loudly, rubbing his paws up and down Kicer's sides before stopping himself and starting a steady stream of humps into Kicer's backside. Kicer let out a couple of cute mews each time Vaper's cock pushed back into him. The feeling was amazing, feeling great at the moment and murring deeply as his paws touched Vaper's, holding them in his as he locked his legs around the otter's back. Vaper kept going in pace, pre leaking from his cock and into the kitty tailhole, making the humping even easier as the tailhole was slicked with pre. Kicer closed his eyes as he felt the slick cock slide in and out of him, clencing around the cock as it pushed deep into him once, not wanting to let it go. Vaper sensed this and started to hump forward as fast as he could, his cock moving barely forward an inch each time before going back inside his lover. The hot passage around the ottercock quickly got Vaper to moan a few more times loudly, pushing himself all the way into Kicer and draining himself, shooting his thick and creamy seed all the way into his bowels. Kicer purred deeply and clenched his tailhole around the cock a few more times, helping Vaper drain himself inside of him. The otter leaned down and planted his kitty with a deep kiss, murring after breaking it off and then quickly sliding himself out of his kitty. Some of his juices run out from the tailhole as the cock is removed, Vaper sitting down on the bed and picking Kicer up and setting him in his lap, moaning and licking at his muzzle a few times.
"That was great kitty. Hope there's more like that for the rest of the weekend."
"Should be otter. Think we can get a shower quickly before going to bed, getting kind of late..."
"Sure, but you haven't..."
"I know..."
The two get up and Kicer ran ahead to the shower, his tailhole slightly leaking cum as he waddled down the hall into the bathroom. Vaper heard the shower turn on and he stroked his still hard cock, murring as he got up and headed into the bathroom. The outline of Kicer could be seen through the glass door, causing the otter to murr some and rush to the sliding door, opening it and getting inside to see his already sopping wet kitty. The water began to run down his slick fur as he hugged his kitty and let the water run off each of them. Kicer slowly ran his paws down Vaper's chest before getting on his knees, gently gripping the cock with his paws and letting them work over them, gripping and squeezing with one paw and toying with the slick ballsac with the other. Vaper braced himself with his hands and moaned as he felt the warm pads of the kitty paws on his cock, the hot water running over him. He suddenly let out a gasp as he felt his cock enveloped in warmth, feeling the somewhat rough kitty tongue starting to lick and suck on his cock. The cock pushed against the back of the feline's maw as Kicer swallowed every so often in his licks, glancing up at Vaper to see him panting deeply, eyes shut tight as he gave a few humps into the maw. Giving the ballsac a couple more squeezes, Vaper moaned and pushed his cock forward some, spraying his creamy goodness into the kitty maw. Kicer's throat bulged slightly as the cum flowed right down his throat, a loud gulping echoing through the water hitting the shower floor and their bodies. Kicer pulled the cock from his mouth and swallowed again, slowly standing up and pushing his nose against Vaper's and smiling at him as they exchanged glances.
Vaper lowered his paw to grab Kicer's cock, but he pushed back some and shook his head. Reaching over Kicer grabbed the bottle of soap and squirted some into his paw, lathering it up and running it up and down Vaper's back. Kicer moved down to his butt, running his paws over Vaper's buttcheeks and tailbase before raising the bottle of soap. The feline fumbled with the bottle and dropped it behind Vaper, the bottle falling right at the drain. The otter gave Kicer a quick kiss before turning around and leaning down, reaching for the bottle. Vaper felt two paws lock around his hips and then felt himself pulled back, his tailhole spreading as six or so inches of kitty cock entered him. Vaper let out a moan and tried to pull himself off the cock, but found the kitty's paws wrapped tightly around his waist, the feline humping into him as quick as he could as he purred deeply. Vaper moaned loudly, falling some and taking Kicer with him. Vaper landed on his hands and knees, Kicer squating behind him and humping fiercely into the otter tailhole. This was the first time he had ever pushed his cock into anyone, loving everything. The soft, smooth and hot insides of his love played over his cock as he purred loudly, moaning loudly as the water trickled down their fur. Kicer soon felt a clenching around his cock, causing him to moan and spurt his kitty seed inside the tailhole. He milked himself as every drop drained into the otter, pulling out and letting him spin back around to kiss him deeply, both murring loudly.
"Seems kitty wanted something new."
"It was everything I hoped for. Guess I've got other things to do this weekend as well."
Vaper grinned as the two quickly washed each other down, groping the other before getting out of the shower and grabbing two of the new towels and drying each other off. Kicer was nothing but a real puffy kitty and Vaper was his normal slick otter self. The two moved off to the bed and got into it, pulling the sheets over their bodies and snuggling close, giving each other a few kisses before Kicer turned around, staring at the wall before closing his eyes, feeling Vaper snuggling up against him, his sheath rubbing up against his tailhole. Soon enough Kicer was purring happily to himself as he listened to Vaper breathing, the two quickly going to sleep.
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The hours drifted on quickly, the two sound asleep in each other's grasp, Kicer not moving as Vaper slept soundly with one arm dragged over the kitty. As the morning hours came on Vaper's cock slowly began to slip out of its sheath, hardening up and growing a little bit larger then normal, pre leaking on Kicer's back as he remained asleep, purring happily at the warm feeling moving along his back. His tail flick back and forth happily as Kicer turned in his sleep, murring happily and hugging close to Vaper as the larger cock rubbed over his crotch and belly. Taking a deep breath, Kicer let out a loud murr as he smelled the musk being let off from the otter, even in sleep his body wandering down some and rubbing over the cock with his paws. The idle paws made their way across the tip of the cock, the cumslit opening slightly to rub pre into the furry paws before enveloping them. With a quick and squishy sucking sound the paws are sucked in and made a bulge as it traveled down the length of the cock, the rest of Kicer's arms following his paws. A low moan came from the kitty as his arms traveled slightly down the length, a visible bulge making its way down before another suck pushed the arms together, Kicer's face moving right to the slit of the cock. He started to lightly lick over the tip as his arms moved all the way inside, the tip of the cock opening some to slip his head inside, his body starting to make its way deeper into the cock, his form bulging the cock out even more.
Two otter paws reached down to the sides of the cock, squeezing around it and rubbing up and down, Vaper's mind dreaming happily about his kitty as he jacked himself off some, moaning in his sleep as the kitty's head slid all the way into the tip of the cock followed by his neck and shoulders. A few gulps could be heard as the cock sucked at Kicer's form, wanting more of it to go down into it. With the top part of his body traveling clearly down the length of the cock. With a little hump forward, Vaper pushed his cock into Kicer's body, his body bending as he slept to get into a better position, murring happily and giving a little wiggle as his body was slowly engulfed in warm, slick goodness. Kicer yawned inside of the cock, giving a gentle push forward as he drifted back into a sound sleep, his chest sliding deeper into the cock as it sucked at his form. Vaper continued to give a small hump forward every once in awhile, his paws still stroking down the length of his shaft, over Kicer's face and arms as it gave the kitty another tug forward. His upper chest quickly slid into the cock, pre leaking down his chest and belly as it pulled him in deeper. Vaper gave another hard squeeze around his cock, causing the shaft to throb and pull a bit more of Kicer inside, his lower chest slipping in rather easily with a wet sucking sound. A gurgled moan came from Kicer, his moan cut off by pre leaking around him. He swallowed it as he closed his mouth, purring happily to himself as he pushed himself in deeper, another wet gulp sliding him past his belly.
Vaper gave a moan as he felt the bulge in his cock move deeper. His paws found their way to Kicer's butt, pushing firmly against it in an attempt to make the large bulge sinking into his cock go all the way down. He moaned loudly as the bulge was sucked down more, pre leaking onto the bed as it ran off Kicer's fur. The kitty's sheath started to bulge out as his belly made its way into the cock, soon enough a quick wet sucking sound dragging Kicer's waist inside, causing the kitty to start and hump in his sleep. Kicer could feel his head being pushed out into something, cum draining on his head some as he gave a slight wiggle as he slept. Vaper's paws worked now on the kitty's legs, pushing against his footpaws and having them sink in rather quickly. With each moment, more of the kitty vanished into the cock, his bulge traveling down into the otter's ballsac, bulging that out as well. Kicer knees vanished into the ottercock as his hands, head and chest were pushed into the ballsac, his fur quickly being covered in cum. Kicer's face planted into the side of the ballsac, causing him to groan some and then open his eyes. He yawned and then blinked as he swallowed a good amount of cum, starting to squirm about inside of his lover's hot, dark and cramped ballsac. Not knowing where he was he tried to call out for help, getting another mouth full of cum before gulping that down and starting to wiggle about, pushing against the sides of the sac.
The squirming and wiggling made Vaper moan loudly, humping forward and loving the nice feeling. Kicer's footpaws quickly disappeared with the rest of his legs into the tip of the cock, a quick wet gulp sending them completely inside. The last of the kitty bulge traveled down the length of the cock before being deposited into the sac. The kitty squirmed about, which made Vaper moan even louder, his paws gripping his cock and giving it a few jerks. Yawning some, Vaper opened his eyes and leaned up some, feeling an intense squirming under the sheets and murring before hearing muffled words. He pulled the sheets off him and gasped as he saw his ballsac bulging with his lover's form. He looked at his cock as it throbbed a few times, squirting pre over his paws. He shook his head and tried to think of something, grabbing his cock and giving it a few jerks, moaning loudly as he did so. He looked at his cock as it throbbed a few more times, quickly grabbing it with both paws and giving it a few squeezes, rubbing it up and down. He moaned some more, pre running down his cock some more as he continued to jerk his cock, feeling the struggling inside start to slow down. He gasped some, both from the wiggling stopping and the great feeling he was having. Soon enough he rocked back and forth, murring happily to himself and pumping his cock, humping up into that before feeling his shaft swell some, spurting pre before giving another throb and moving the bulge upward.
He continued to hump into his paws, feeling the bulge start to quickly move up his cock, soon enough the head of his kitty spurting out, a loud gasp being heard as Kicer started to pant loudly. Vaper kept going pulling at his cock as he felt Kicer's body beneath it. As the kitty's shoulders push out, Vaper got on his knees, jerking his paws quickly over his cock before moaning loudly, collapsing onto his back as Kicer's form travels up and out of the cock, spilling into a pile of cum on the bed sheets. He started to pant even more, gasping for breath as he turned onto his back, his belly bulging some from the amount of cum he had swallowed inside of the otter. He coughed some and leaned forward, his fur dripping wet with cum as he stared at Vaper. The two exchanged galnces, Vaper giving a shrug as his cock started to withdraw back into its sheath, causing him to blush some. Kicer smiled back at him and then carefully crawled over to Vaper, resting halfway in his lap and smearing cum over his slick fur.
"Kicer...I'm sorry! I had no idea...!"
"It's okay, everything's fine. In fact that was kind of nice."
"Really?"
"Yeah, stuck inside a hot, smelly, dark place and having all the cum I could want. It was nice."
"Are you sure your okay?"
"I'll be fine. Let's just enjoy the rest of the night before morning. Go from there afterwards and see what that was all about. Maybe even try to control that little morning wood function of yours."
The two giggle to each other before Vaper laid down in bed, the smell of his cum filled the room. He pulled his cum drenched kitty into a hug and snuggled against him, slowly slipping into a sleep as Kicer purred a bit as he drifted off as well.
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Blackjack, All In! - The Companion Story by Charem
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Blackjack, All In! - The Companion Story - **Blackjack, All In! - The Companion Story** --- This story is written by...me! Charem the Charmeleon! ^..^ A birthday gift I received from the wonderful Tieldraggy inspired me to write out the scene in said gift, and it turned into a full-fledged story.
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"Anal Vore",
"Birthday",
"Charmeleon",
"Chubby",
"Dragon",
"Fisting",
"Lizard",
"M/M",
"Pokemon",
"Reptile",
"Rimming",
"Tail Sex",
"Vore (soft)"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97928-blackjack-all-in-the-companion-story
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**Blackjack, All In! - The Companion Story**
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This story is written by...me! Charem the Charmeleon! ^..^ A birthday gift I received from the wonderful Tieldraggy inspired me to write out the scene in said gift, and it turned into a full-fledged story. This thing is a bit insane, with anal vore, spooge, fisting, tailsex, and so much more gay and vorish glory! ...So...enjoy! \<3 Oh yeah, and comments and critiques are totally appreciated...it's been a while since I last wrote any literature, so I want to make sure to improve anything I've gotten rusty on.
This is called "The Companion Story" for a reason! It is associated with the picture which inspired it. This pic can be viewed here: [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2633214](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2633214) . Charmeleons and Poke'mon are, of course, copyright to Nintendo and Game Freak. Tiel is copyright Tiel, because he made himself...yay! x3
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Charem surveyed the scene of his home. Wrappings of presents were strewn about the floor, an empty cake tray sat on a nearby table, and numerous dirty plates and cups populated table also. Yep, that was quite a birthday party... The firelizard sighed, happily exhausted from all the partying he had been doing with all of his invited friends. He collapsed on his couch...the last guest had just left, and since the house was finally quiet for the first time in 5 hours, the Charmeleon decided he'd get a little rest before cleaning the place up...
'Knock, knock!' The sound on the nearby front door reawakened the lizard, and he slowly got up from the cushion he had just about curled up on. "Who could it be?..." he murmured to himself as he went to the door.
Opening the door slowly, Charem looked up to see Tiel, the black dragon he had invited to the party, standing casually outside. "Hey there Charem...I think I forgot something when I left before... May I come in?"
"Urrrm, sure Tiel." Charem smiled tiredly, opening the door further to let his friend in. The Charmeleon somewhat noticed how...excitedly...the dragon's tail was waggling...but ignored it, turning away from Tiel to look about his house for any object that wasn't his. "What did you forget to grab? I'll help you find it."
The firelizard eep'd as he felt Tiel clutch his soft rear, the dragon's large paw easily encompassing most of it. "Oh, what I forgot to grab...? Well, I have it now..." Tiel gave a low, playful chuckle. "But, I also forgot to give you your special birthday gift from me...would you like it now?"
Charem could only gasp and moan. His rear was always an immense pleasure spot for him, and he could never refuse any offer involving it! He felt the dragon squeeze both of his buttocks now, and the firelizard shivered to the feel of a big, wet, draconic tongue beginning to slurp down his back. Lower and lower went the maw-muscle, and Charem could tell the Tiel had crouched down behind him...until finally, the drooling dragon-tongue dove between the lizard's buttocks, plunging against and then into the deliciously-tender pink pucker located not far within the crevice!
"OHHHHRRRR!" the Charmeleon shout-growled out, collapsing to his knees in pleasure to the intruding muscle wriggling mercilessly inside his backdoor, his pucker yawning relaxedly-wide to the blissful activity. Soon, the sweet, slimy, erotic-scented gland fluids that Charem always produced began to flow like honey from the soft rear, elliticing a pleased murr from Tiel.
"Ahh, good..." the dragon slurred, smiling a bit evilly and backing his face away from the irresistable hole before bringing his paws up to collect the flow of fluids. "You're such a little rump-slut, aren't you?" The words were spoken affectionately, and Charem limply tailwaggled in response. "Well then..." the dragon purred. "Time to give you my present!"
The firelizard had no time to react before the ebony reptile PLUNGED both of his fists into the Char's pink pucker! The previously-relaxed rearport spasmed and squeezed taut against Tiel's scaly arms, but the lubricating gland juices allowed the dragon to press forward, his arms slowly slipping into the lizard's intestines wet several wet slurps! Charem, panting hard, was overwhelmed by this and collapsed to all fours, using every last ounce of his energy to keep his rear raised for Tiel's attack! And indeed Tiel did so, his arms soon almost completely inside the silky passage and his face once again poking between the Char's chubby buttcheeks!
"Hope you'll enjoy your present a lot, hun!" was the last thing Tiel could say before he prodded his head forward, his snout poking hard against the lizard's already well-stretched hole! Charem giggled and panted a bit as he felt the dragon's breath exhaled very quickly against his pucker, the enjoyment of the larger reptile very much apparent! This was heightened even more so, the Charmeleon's mind practically melting with enjoyment, as Tiel's head and neck suddenly PLOWED into his rumphole all at once, the dragon having finally wedged-open his resistant pucker! Tiel murrrrrred deeply, and Charem shivered pleasurably as the vibrations rocked his body.
Charem's rear had finally given up resisting at this point, and his pucker, while stretched out due to the dragon in its way, also relaxed, finally allowing Tiel to spread it further without resistance. Tiel, sensing the firelizard's body's relaxation, took a moment to reposition himself. The dragon moved to his knees, his upper body still 'bent over' as neccessary, and after a few quick breaths, Tiel pressed forward. The Charmeleon grunted, digging his claws into the carpeted floor to keep from being pushed forward himself, and relaxed best that he could! The dragon sloooowly urged his upper portion inward, his shapely chest slipping into the hot confines of the firelizard. Charem could hear the dragon's big heart beat strongly, and could feel the dragon's chest heave up and down in quick, lustful breaths. The little lizard giggled; Tiel was forced to breathe the air within his intensines. The air there was clean although extremely musky and sexually-arousing, not to mention humid with a large concentration of gland fluids! It was enough to arouse even those who were trying to resist it...though Tiel was obviously embracing it fully!
Since Tiel's progress forward was currently slow and steady, the firelizard lifted one of his forepaws off of the ground, bringing it down to his crotch to check. Yep, his chubby cock was pulsing nicely, much precum being drooled out of its hole to coat the Char's exploring paw. Charem played with his Charhood lazily before getting curious on another matter. He snuck his fiery tail downward, brushing the dragon's belly playfully before finding...yep, right again! A throbbing dragon cawk was quite swiftly found by the exploring tail, and the little lizard couldn't help but mischeviously give brushes, rubs, squeezes, ticklings, throbbings, slappings, and all sorts of other entertaining and sexy moves with Tiel's length. As the Charmeleon's fire was harmless and kept at simply a warm temperature--nothing that could burn, but certainly something that could heat an already-hot member--Tiel responded with a few sudden squirms and thrashes of pleasure that very nearly knocked the little reptile off of his other paw! The draconic meat thrust forward, bumping cleanly against the underside of the Char's own cock while Charem's orbs rested atop the pulsating dracocawk a little further backs! Entertained by this, Charem quickly wrapped his tail around both meats, forcing them to stay 'stacked together'! Tiel began to hump repeatedly, starting to lose control over his sex drive as the two cum-drooling cocks slid against each other while the Charmeleon's plump balls bounced continuously up and down on the top of his shaft!
Meanwhile, the motion drove the dragon's form into the little reptile's rear end that much faster, the soft dracobelly being kneaded about by Charem's once-again active pucker! While the Charmeleon's rearport was once again active, this time it was helping Tiel's exploration, pulling the dragon forward with a combination of gapes and clenches. "Schluck! Schlurp! Schluck! Schlurp!" The wet and slimy sounds were strong and rhythmic, only helping to bring the two reptiles further into their lusts! Unfortunately, as Tiel became more and more of a bulge in the firelizard's lower section, it was harder and harder to keep the two cocks bound together, Charem's bulging hide soon forcing him to release his tail's grip-it was fun while it lasted though!
It would seem this action was just in time, for the dragon's belly had just been fully swallowed-up by the little lizard's hungry pucker! Overcome with lust and passion at the point, the ebony reptile continued to hump savagely, his mind reduced to basic draconic instincts! His cock was driven wildly forward for a while, slamming against the Charmeleon's legs and even against the bulge he himself was making in the firelizard's body. Finally, the jackhammering dragonhood found its mark, thrusting into Charem's gaped pucker...and thrusting most of his crotch into the passage as well! The Char's rearport, almost seeming to have a mind of its own, clenched HARD at this point, not allowing Tiel's member to withdraw! When the dragon again thrust forward, the port relaxed again. In this way, Tiel drove himself forward, deeper, simply through his own lust!
The dragon's tail was forced lower as Charem's 'backdoor' enveloped Tiel's tailbase, slowly working its way down and over the larger reptile's shapely buttocks. Progress was slow over the bubbly mountains; Tiel's humping motions were more restricted the deeper the dragon went into the tight intestinal passage, causing the sexual thrusts to lose their potency in driving Tiel inwards. Realizing that there was need for some more 'oomph' to get his pucker over the dragon's bubble bum, the firelizard pondered until a clever idea seized him. Sending his tail off for yet more mischief, the Charmeleon snaked his fiery appendage behind the ebony scaly's body, patting the big scaly on the rear playfully and teasingly threading his tail between the dragon's rump cheeks. Wriggling it about like a worm wriggling on the end of a hook, Charem soon urged his tail all the way to the dragon's own tailhole, a port just as wonderful to explore as the firelizard's own! Wasting no more time, the Charmeleon unabashedly SPEARED his long appendage forward and onward, sinking past the taut dracopucker with little effort and a lot of manuevering-Chars are expert spelunkers!-that would only add to Tiel's unrestrained outburst of "OHHHRRRROOOARRR!" Yet even this mighty draconic roar was muffled substantially by the thick layers of flesh surrounding Tiel's head, not to mention gargled by the thick gland juices rushing and bubbling all around and against and inside his open maw!
Still, the little reptile's more-than-playful plan wasn't finished: After stuffing as much of his orange tail as he possibly could into the draconic tunnel, Charem began to tightly coil it. This stretched out the silky depths of the dragon's innards, securing the fiery tail's grip where it was in the process. After a bit more coiling, the firelizard enacted the next phase of his strategy and PUSHED his tail as hard as he could towards the deeper part of Tiel's passage! As expected, his tail did not bulge in its current state, but Tiel's body was plunged forward in the motion! While the little lizard certainly wasn't all that strong, the extra oomph gave the dragon's well-filled end enough force to press forward juuuust far enough for the Charmeleon's pucker to swallow over the the two hills, a satisfying and wet "GLOMP!" resulting from it!
Charem panted hard, giving his forepaws-and whole body for that matter-a break by laying belly-down to the carpet below him. One glance around him revealed just how broadly stained with prespooge and gland juice his floor was. 'Looks like it's time to get the carpet-cleaning guy back here', the firelizard mused idly, '...again.' Nevertheless, seeing as the purpose of his fiery appendage had been served, Charem uncoiled his tail and attempted to remove it from the dragon. To his surprise, he found that he could not! Tiel's bowels had wrapped themselves tightly around Charem's tail, kneading it and pulsing against it with an amazingly powerful grip for so deep inside. It looked like the dragon still desired more from it! The Charmeleon chuckled knowingly and indulged Tiel with a steady thrusting motion from his tail, the dragon's pink port allowing him to exit only so far before 'slurping' his tail back inwards! The smaller reptile kept this rhythm as 'ordered', grinning happily at the vibrating feel of the various growls and moans coming from within his bowels; indeed, the firelizard's throat had been emitting a similar series of loud purrs to the draconic cock he could feel pulsing inside of him, feeling as if it couldn't get much better than this until-
"GrrAAWRRFF!" Charem grunted as he felt Tiel suddenly shift, making his tailhole STREEEETCH vastly! Looking back in surprise, the fiery lizard saw that the dragon had lifted his legs up, most likely to expose his rear more thoroughly to the Charmeleon's tailhumpings. In the process, his bent legs had lodged their way knee-first into the firelizard's pucker! 'Oy...ya had to pick the most awkward position to get your legs inside, didn't ya?' Charem thought to himself, shaking his head and giggling, 'Well, if it's humps ya want...!'
Clenching his ring forcibly to draw in more of the dragon's bent legs, the Charmeleon proceeded to hump MUCH faster within Tiel's bowels! Picking up on a lustful strength, the growing firelizard did not allow even the dragon's strong clenches to stop him from removing his tail completely from the tunnel...before POUNDING it back in DEEP and FAST! Clearly the ennervated little reptile was mustering all the energy that he had in him in order to give Tiel the best tailing he had ever experienced, once again helping to push Tiel's form into his own. With his thighs and calves squeezed together, the dragon's legs thus descended into the deep Charrump more easily, disappearing in time along with each thrust the merciless little lizard's tail made...and soon, even as Tiel's well-used backside left the reach of the firetail, the appendage still wildly thrashed and thrust in mid-air, uncontrollable in its own lust! Loud, passionate sounds filled the room, all the slimy body parts being moved about, all the huffs and groans and pants building more and more from lustful maws, so encompassing it all was to cause both reptiles to focus on nothing but their own lust for one another, each of them racing closer and closer and closer to...!!!
"RRRRAWWWRRRRRRGGGHHRR!!!"
Such a primal, driven noise of two horny, feral reptiles exploded over all other noises as they dually exploded in volcanic tandem orgasms! Charem could not stop himself from burying his face into the messy carpeting as his member swelled full of seed, the cummy torrent rushing out under great amounts of pressure, his cockhole forced to gape out as wide as possible with the force of the mercilessly large flow painting his upper body and face in thick Charcum, the carpet beyond ruined at this point and the firelizard gasping for breath through the extreme pleasure! At the exact same moment, Tiel, his feet having just slipped into the Charmeleon's tailring, tensed up and curled his body up in his fleshy den! The little reptile's soft, silky, slimy bowels kneaded against his form, feeling wonderful, feeling...so...SO...WONDERFUL! The dragon's body spasmed with an uncontrollable writhing as his cummy buildup could hold back no longer, shooting out of his member in a ferocious jet of pleasure! Tiel's vitality extended significantly further than the little lizard's as his hot spooge showered all over and around the snug space his body took up within the intestinal tract, the sheer volume of it bulging the Char's fleshy walls significantly outward with its force!!!
After what seemed like ages, it ended as quickly as it had exploded. Both reptiles collapsed, Charem on the swamp-like carpet and Tiel on the bottom of the fleshy intestines, both soaked, their scales shining. Almost floating in a pool of his own fluids, the bloated lizard slumped half-atop his dragon-filled belly. His tongue hung loosely from his maw, drooling with pleasure even now. The larger reptile remained curled with his legs up, his nose still cutely connected to his cock via a thick strand of cum and the slimy intestinal tract accomodating him providing a nice, sticky 'pillow' for him to laze on.
The Charmeleon giggled as he felt something waggling behind him. Tiel's tail was still protruding from his rump and lazily showed its happiness over the situation. "Seems we forgot something..." the firelizard remarked quietly, slowly getting on his knees and reaching back with his paws. He patted the dragon's tail affectionately, his paws still trembling slightly from the immense orgasm he had blown. "How about we finish this up...?"
Charem reached back a little further, inserting a couple of his paws' digits between his pucker and Tiel's tail. Cluching his pink rim firmly-as firmly as such a slimy rim could be cluched, anyways-he spread the worked tailhole apart slowly, his rump lips drooling out more of their various contents as he did so. The Charmeleon looked back, still a little horny even after such a mindblowing release, watching as Tiel waggled his tail inward...bit by bit until...
"CLENCH!" As the draconic tailtip slipped within the hot tunnel, the little lizard released his grip and let the pink gates shut tightly closed behind it. Tiel was officially walled-in...protected in the kind, gentle home of Charem... The Charmeleon leaned back again, the rest of his energy completely gone, a smile still affixed on his lips.
"I hope...you don't consider me...a cheapstake for not...getting you an expensive present..." Tiel joked, recovering enough strength to talk, his voice just loud enough to hear through the Charmeleon's flesh.
"Heh...this was worth more than all the money in the world to me, hun..." Charem blushed, purring and rubbing Tiel's head through his belly. "Thank you very much for such a thoughtful gift..."
Tiel simply purred in response, both lizards' minds beginning to trail off as their fatigue slowly moved them into sleep. Both were content, curled up so very close with each other. Truly this was a wonderful birthday.
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Tower of pleasure-Introduction and first tale by zidane
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#1 of Tower of pleasure - Forbidden for underage!!! Sorry for any English mistake. It's not my first language, it's the second. I own the characters of the following chapters and the plot! In ancient times, all male and healthy furries who had just turned 18 years old had to do go to a place known
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"Anal",
"Bear",
"Dragon",
"M/M",
"Master/Slave",
"Muscles",
"Oral"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51802-tower-of-pleasure-introduction-and-first-tale
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Forbidden for underage!!! Sorry for any English mistake. It's not my first language, it's the second. I own the characters of the following chapters and the plot!
In ancient times, all male and healthy furries who had just turned 18 years old had to do go to a place known as "Tower of pleasure". And they could only get out of that place after two months of service, until there they will be known as "the servants". Those males had to work as sex slaves for anyone who were willing to pay. Part of that money would be given to the tower just for maintenance and taxes and the other part is given to the servant and his family. That way they could earn some "easy" money for their adulthood.
These are the rules of the tower:
1)Each visitor can choose their temporary slave. The most wanted servants are the big and muscular ones. Because of that majority of males start to work out since they're kids, so they could be easly picked up in the tower with the result of making a really good profit.
2)Each servant call only refer to the visitor as "Master". And they can willingy go back to be a servant just for one week for year as soon as he completes 19 years old just to make some pleasure and/or just for the money. That way, the males don't become lazy. Besides, it's forbidden to sell sex outside of the tower. The penalty for that is castration and public humiliation for the rest of his life
3)Only males could go there, because there wouldn't be overpopulation. Even cubs could go there to have sex, if they had money. And The maximum amount of time they can buy at one time are 2 hours. And there's no discount for family. The visitors can bring friends or family, but each one of them have to pay X times the amount of the original fee, and X is the number of visitors for the same servant.
4)The Tower of Pleasure allowed any kind of sex, but weirder is the sex you want to have more money you have to pay. And according with the amount paid you receive a wristband with a different color. It was divided like this:
a)Blue wristband: It's the normal sex. It contains blowjob, rimming, anal sex, masturbation, muscle worship and licking and biting (softly). The servant had to do everything that his temporary master wanted without question. It costs 100 rums an hour and 200 rums 2 hours.
b)Yellow wristband: It guarantees everything that the blue one does, plus it also allows the visitors to do the following thing: Fisting, bondage, tail fuck, cock fucking (fuck the servant's cock or the opposite if the visitor wishes so), cock and balls torture (but not too violent) and foot fetish. It costs 400 rums an hour and 800 rums.
c)Red wristband: It guarantees everything that the previously two do, plus it allows the visitor to be more violent with the servant. It also allows: torture, induce pain, cut the servant with claws, make him bleed, biting him, breath control, non- fatal cock vore and vore, use hot wax, spank and even castrate the servant. The servant has to obey everything without question, but lose his "manhood", in another words the visitor can only neuter the servant if he allows. It costs 3.000 rums a hour; 6.000 rums two hours; if the visitor castrates the servant willingly it's 100.000 rums; if the visitor kills the servant, all the visitor patrimony goes for the servant's family and the visitor goes to the jail for the rest of his life and the same thing goes if the visitor castrates the servant unwillingly.
d)Black wristband: It's for the visitors who wish to kill one servant in a sexual way, but they can only do that if there's a servant willing to die. The visitor leaves the request in the tower until one servant who wants to die shows up. It can take months or even years to one of them appear. When someone appears, the visitor can kill him in any way he wants. To kill someone is necessary to pay the amount of 2.000.000 rums to the family. Some people might not understand why would a healthy and strong male wants to die. It's because if one of them commit suicide it's the same thing as dishonoring his whole family, so the ones who don't want to live anymore and don't want to disgrace his family, chooses to die in the tower. Some people even say that before die, the servant feels the "ultimate pleasure". So no one could see the difference if he wanted to die because he was sick of life or if he wanted to feel "the ultimate pleasure".
5)There will be no contact between the servant and his family, unless his male relatives come to have sex with him.
6)The penalty for the servants who refuse to obey the orders (with the exception, of course, of the ones he can deny, like was previously said) is castration and public humiliation.
7)If a female tries to sneak into the tower to have sex, she will be brought right back to her family. No hard feelings.
8)only cubs above 10 years old can pay for sex, but they have to be near their fathers/guardians to do that, so it's twice the price to take a cub to the tower.
9)when a male complestes 13 years old he can go there without the father/guardian.
Tale I:
Kann was a brown bear. He was 1,84 meters tall, his body was well developed and his cock was 12 inches long. He had just moved in to the Tower.
�This is going to be so AWSOME! Nothing but sex for two months. I don't have to listen to my parents yelling at me or even wear clothes.' The bar thought.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Nyx. Please come this way. I'll shall give you a tour around the Tower." Said an old lion with green fur and red mane. The bear nodded and followed the older male.
The old lion showed him first the refectory. It was nothing special, Just some big tables with individual chairs. "The breakfast is served at 7:00 a.m., the lunch will be served at 1:00 p.m. and dinner will be served at 8:00 p.m.. Each meal will have the during of an hour, so avoid having sex with the other servants, because you end up losing your meal time to clean up your own mess. If you want to have a snack you can only eat fruits or drink a juice. We don't want that the servants became fat. But if really want to, you can do it. But most of the visitors enjoy normal or buffed ones."
"Don't worry about that. I like the way I am." Kann said proudly of his body. He has been working out since 14 years old. The lion smiled and continued.
The lion explained all the rules and the penalty for breaking them. Then he showed him the gym. It had lots of equipments and even tables for card games and board games. And on the other side of the room there was a huge opaque glass window. The bear couldn't see the other side. The lion noticed that and explained: "You can stay here between requests. The window is for the visitors to choose their servants. They can also pick a servant only by knowing him. This is for your family, friends or even enemies who just want you to be his bitch."
"I'm glad I don't have any enemy..."
"But that doesn't prevent you from being abused by a visitor. Remember what will happen if you disobey the rules. You can only deny be castrated and be killed."
"I already know that..."
"Very well. Now I'll show you your room." Then the lion guided the bear to his room in the 3rd floor. Kann noticed that on the door already had his name, specie and age. The lion explained once again: "Your father already had told us that you were coming, so we already prepared your room."
The bear's room had a big bed with red sheets, it also had 4 pillows. There were many objects on the shelves like: dildos, lubes, knives for castration and just to cut the servant and equipment for bondage. The bear was a little scared, he didn't want to have visitors who wanted to hurt him.
The older furry also told him that each room had it's own bathroom. And showed more sexual equipment hidden in the bathroom. And Kann noticed that it had a jacuzzi and a shower.
"This place is huge..." Said the bear amused.
"Part of the money that all servants earn here will goes to the tower maintenance." Explained calmly the lion.
Then the lion added: "The tour is complete. Now strip yourself and give me your clothes. You'll receive them back when your time here is finished."
The bear nodded and removed his clothes. Nyx couldn't help but whistle. "Man...those young males are hotter every ear." Kann blushed at that comment.
"Now, feel free to go to the gym, just walk around or talk to the other servants. Oh...I almost forgot. There's also a pool here. You can go there. Just enter the right door in the gym."
"Thanks" The bear said smiling.
"No problem kid. Take care and remember, obey the rules." Then the old lion left the room.
�I think I'll just go to the gym. I might see some of my friends there.' Kann thought. As he tried to go back to the gym, but got lost.
�What am I going to do know?' He decided to go back to the entrance and ask Nyx where is the gym again.
When Kann was near of the entrance he saw a familiar face. It was Draco, his neighbor and the best friend of his father. Draco was a blue dragon, he was 2 meters tall and also a well-built body.
The dragon saw Kann and quickly approached him and said pointing to the blue wristband that was on his right arm: "Hi, Kann. I've just talked to Nyx. I'm going to be your first �master' here. And don't worry I only bought a blue wristband and for just one hour. I remember how you can't stand pain. I'll be nice to you. Now show me your room."
"Okay..." Kann said a little nervous and relieved. He didn't expect for Draco to show up in the tower just to have sex with him and he was also glad he didn't take a red wristband on his first day. The young bear had hear stories of guys who yelled like crazy on the first day due their masters' sadism.
While Kann tried to remake his steps back to his room Draco asked: "By the way, what were you doing down here?"
"Well...I wanted to go to the gym, but I kinda...got lost." He said nervously. Draco just laughed.
"Relax kido. I know there are some weirdos around, but relax. This is a place to have some fun." Kann smiled softly
"I'll give you a really good beginning here." The older male said putting his hand on The bear's right shoulder.
After a few minutes they managed find Kann's room. When they entered, Draco started to strip himself. His chest and abdomen had yellow scales and his black cock, which was hard, had 16 inches. Kann almost slavered.
Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and said: "Why don't you start sucking my cock."
Kann stood in front of Draco and keeled down. He started to suck the big and hard dragon cock like it were a candy. The dragon hold his moans and with his hands he started to pet Kann's head and ears. It seemed that the bear was enjoying it more than the dragon.
"That's enough. My cock is well lubed now by your saliva." Kann stopped and waited for the next orders of his master.
"Lie down o the bed, ok?" Kann stood up and did what his master told him so.
Draco moved and grabbed the younger male's legs and put them over his shoulders, that way he could see Kann's face while he fucked him. The dragon guided his cock to Kann's entrance and put it all in slowly. Kann bit his lip to not yell from the pain.
"I'll start really slow until you get used with my size, okay?" Kann nodded. Draco started to put move his hips. While he did that, he started to massage The bear's body. Draco did everything to the bear relax and enjoy.
The both massages on his chest and on his prostate were turning the pain in pleasure little by little. When Kann started to moan, Draco knew he was ready. The dragon moved one of his paws to the bears cock and started to stroke it, while he humped a little but faster.
The bear had always masturbated putting fingers in his ass. But that big and hard cock pressing his prostate was much more better. Kann closed his eyes and tried pull the dragon even closer to him because he wanted to kiss him.
Draco understood that and tried to approach but it seemed that the bear's legs couldn't go any more farther. The dragon whispered to him: "Let me take care of you." The bear couldn't think anymore. It felt so good to have such a big, pulsing and hot dick inside of him.
"Please...don't stroke... me anymore...I want to cum just feeling your dick inside of me." Draco agreed and let his cock go while he humped faster.
"Oh. YES!" Kann yelled. Draco was starting to lose his consciousness to the lust as well, but he decided to keep a certain control of himself. He wanted to put the young bear's pleasure above his.
Draco Managed to hold his orgasm for 20 minutes, which was a really hard job, because the bear was so tight, soft and hot that he had to defocus from what he was doing. The bear was panting and moaning so loudly that the dragon thought that other people might be listening. After that he heard Kann moan/say: "I'm...cuming".
"Let's do it together." The older male replied. Then he bumbep as fast as he could that provoked a major orgasm for both of them. Draco flooded Kann's inside while the bear ended up eating his own cum, because he came right on his mouth.
They both were panting now. Draco removed his cock from Kann's ass and he saw a river of cum coming out of the ass. Then the dragon laid over the bear and kissed him passionately. Draco felt the taste of Kann's cum, which as salty. He loved it and also sucked the young adult's tongue. After 3 minutes they broke the kiss.
"I loved it, kiddo."
"So do I, master."
"I can came here more times if you wish."
"Oh, please! Do came I'll miss every second, master." The Dragon smiled and gave him another kiss. Kann hoped for daily visits from him.
End of the first tale.
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Healing Properties.txt by Karkadinn
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Claudia had never really liked her drab gray fur, but now, she was grateful for it. In the mist of the morning that filled in the spaces between the trees, her coloration helped her blend in. She felt that she stuck out enough as it was. No matter how quietly and carefully she crept, avoiding twigs,
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"Adult",
"Other",
"Rabbit",
"Unicorn"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249731-healing-properties-txt
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Claudia had never really liked her drab gray fur, but now, she was grateful for it. In the mist of the morning that filled in the spaces between the trees, her coloration helped her blend in. She felt that she stuck out enough as it was. No matter how quietly and carefully she crept, avoiding twigs, even taking her custom-made oversized sandals off to walk on her bare feet. After a few minutes of delving deeper into the untamed woods than she'd ever been before, she decided to tie her ears down, too. That would hopefully keep her profile from being so distinct, even if it looked ridiculous and felt mildly uncomfortable. Sometimes a bunny had to do uncomfortable things. She repeated that to herself silently to ward off the fear that wanted to send her whole body to trembling.
It was just a unicorn. Nothing to be scared of. Unicorns weren't BAD monsters, not like vampires and dragons and ogres. They were good. They only hurt things in self-defense. Of course, the trouble there was that Claudia didn't know if a unicorn would consider 'getting a shallow cut' to be something worth goring a bunny over. She hoped not. Sigh, the things she did for Adelais, honestly. Not that her life-long precocious friend had ASKED, but there had been that longing look in her dark eyes and Claudia had just had to get a brilliant idea. And for once, Claudia had acted on what was in her head, if only maybe because she kept so much in her head all the time that something had to fall out and get her into trouble sooner or later.
A broken hymen was technically an injury. Unicorns healed things. Adelais's wedding was in a month. Plenty of time, plenty of time to slash, swab the blood with a handkerchief and wring it into a vial. Claudia was assuming that unicorns, like many woodland beasts, were active in the very early morning, between midnight and sunrise, but so far it was still just a guess. It was cold, and wet, and the shadows made her imagine monsters every step of the way. This was looking like a bad idea every second that ticked by, but she couldn't just walk away now that she was here and doing it.
"Excuse me," said a rich, mellow masculine voice from just over her shoulder, "but are you lost, little rabbit?"
Claudia simultaneously jumped and whirled, clapping a hand over her mouth in terror to stifle the reactive shriek almost making its way out of her mouth. Her front teeth bit down deeply into her lower lip as she saw what she'd looked for right behind her, staring with a mild helpful expression.
It was a beautiful specimen, no doubt about that. Even this close, even this scared, with the night-morning air a purple cloak over both of them, she couldn't help but be awed at its perfect, clean beauty. Stark white, like ivory or soap, with a gracefully curved body like a gazelle's. Its mane was almost but not exactly the same white, having just a bare hint of cream to it that reminded her of the way she liked her coffee, with lots and lots of milk and sugar. His leonine tail swayed behind his towering body like a hypnotice serpent. Cloven hooves, a brownish-purple that was so very nearly the pastel of meadow flowers, blended into the darker grass almost invisibly. His horn, white as the coat and spiral-etched, was larger than she would have expected, several inches greater in length than the norm. But it tapered so perfectly from forehead to tip that it didn't seem crass or ungainly. More than anything, it put her in mind of a knight's lance as she'd seen at the jousting tournaments. Besides the horn, the most striking thing about him was his eyes. They were huge, moistly gleaming even with only the starlight to reflect off them, and very expressive. At first, she was sure they were blue, but they seemed more black when she tilted her head slightly.
She gathered her composure, drew herself up with dignity. At least that one fable was true, then. They DID come to... well, what she was. Now she just had to muster the courage to follow through with the plan.
"Actually, I'm not lost at all, thank you," she replied politely. "I've been looking for you, in fact."
Unicorns didn't have eyebrows, but the unicorn did his level best to imitate raising them as best he could with his expressive limitations. "That's odd. I don't believe we've met before."
"We haven't. My name's Claudia. And I need just a little bit of... yourrrr... blood!" Driven by desperation, knowing that what she was doing was terribly stupid, Claudia used her powerful legs to full effect in a forward leap, attempting to slash at the unicorn's flank with her little knife while the other paw held the handkerchief at the ready.
With a snickering snort, the unicorn danced back easily, avoiding her with such grace and speed that it made her feel incredibly awful for having tried such a thing. Just a stupid, oafish bunny, that was what she was! Why had she ever thought this would work?!
"You're not a vampire, are you?" he asked her, voice lightening a bit in amusement, completely unthreatened by her pathetic little attack. "No, I only see the usual buck teeth on you. You do realize I could take your cute little head off your shoulders with one kick, yes?"
Now that she'd actually seen him move, it was clear that there was no way even a bunny could ever catch him if he saw them coming. She wasn't going to be able to take the blood. Hoping that unicorns were like minor deities who responded well to supplication and appeals to their ego, she fell to her knees, heedless of the grass staining her no-nonsense tan skirt. Hands clasped, head bowed, she begged with a fairly even mixture of sincerity and melodramatic acting learnt by spending too much time around Adelais.
"Please forgive me, noble unicorn! All I meant to do was scratch you a little! My friend needs your blood, just a tiny little bit, to heal her so she can have a happy wedding night! Without your help, the whole wedding will be ruined!" She let a single tear tremble at the edge of her eyelid and drop down, moistening her cheek fur. Huh, she hadn't even known she could DO crocodile tears. She'd have to remember that.
"There, there, all is forgiven, Claudia rabbit," he comforted her, bending forelegs. She could feel his beard tickling the side of her head. It was so delicate it seemed barely there, like a cloud. "We immortals, you must understand, aren't much of ones for two-legged ceremonies and rites. Explain more fully the context of this little problem, and I may even give you a few drops quite willingly."
Looking up and seeing that ethereal, otherworldly yet kind and gentle face meaning no harm, Claudia dared to relax just a little. As he folded the rest of his legs into a patient sitting position, she sat likewise, keeping her legs modestly folded to one side under her skirt. It was probably her imagination, but the air felt a bit less cold with him here.
She told him how she'd been best friends with the chocolate-furred Adelais for her whole life. How Adelais had always been the one to get into trouble while she, a serious and rather cowardly bunny by nature, had always played it safe. And boys hadn't been the exception. Adelais had had several romantic liaisons, including one who hadn't even been a bunny, before she'd found her 'true love,' a cabbage-merchant's second son. The merchant family was important, prestigious. Socially conservative and fussy, taking itself terribly seriously. Adelais had been too scared to tell her love that she wasn't a virgin, that her hymen had been broken years before she'd ever met him. She had hoped that he would take finding out well enough on the wedding night, but there was no certainty, no guarantee. Unless....
"Well, a broken hymen IS technically an injury," the unicorn agreed, whinnying a silver belled laugh. "It seems you're too kind to her, though, even by the standards of a unicorn."
Claudia wrinkled her brow. "What do you mean?"
"All her life, Adelais took what she wanted without a care to the consequences. And here you are, the sensible one, the one who kept track of these things, going to such great lengths to make sure she still doesn't have to care about consequences. I think I feel a little sorry for you. And a little angry at Adelais. She doesn't deserve such a loyal friend."
She blushed at the words. It had honestly never came to her to think of things like that before. Even with the idea in her head, though, she couldn't feel anger or resentment towards Adelais. They'd grown up together. Sure, Adelais had stolen the carrots and Claudia had hid them, Adelais had had a lifetime of excitement and Claudia had not. Yet, that was just how they were. Nothing could change that, could it?
"That's very sweet of you to say," she said softly towards the magnificent beast, wondering at how she could inspire any sort of sentiment from a creature so gorgeous and unique. "It's not really her fault, though. I'm just... scared. I mean, sure, I wonder what it would feel like to, to have a boy... to make love, be in love, and things like that... but I think about what my parents would say, and all the complications that could happen, and I'm just too scared to do it."
The unicorn eyed her silently for a little while, as Claudia twitched and shifted ever more restlessly and awkwardly, feeling her cheeks heat. Somewhere nearby, an owl hooted. She pulled her ears back up and straightened them, trying to grab at something resembling dignity.
"You must understand, we immortals have difficulty grasping your two legs societies," the unicorn said finally. "But I think I grasp your situation well enough to see a solution, Claudia. My name's Francois, by the way."
She giggled a bit, probably just because she was so nervous. Her cheeks STILL felt warm. Was her tail itching? It was! There was NO way she was going to scratch herself like some oaf with this thing of myth and legend watching! "That's such a silly name."
"It is," he agreed unexpectedly, the sway of his head causing his beard to bob. "Since you've come so far for your friend's sake, I'll offer a little of my blood, not out of concern for her, but out of respect for you. But I'd hate to send you back to your life as is without giving you something, too. You know that unicorns have healing properties, yes? The blood, the coat, the tail, the horn. Even our tears. Every bit of us can heal."
She nodded hesitantly, not seeing where he was going.
"You fear knowing intimacy because of the social repercussions. And here we are, quite entirely out of the society that makes you so nervous. There would be entirely no repercussions, in fact. Only memories and experience to learn from or discard as it pleases you."
A little icy shiver worked its way through her spine, causing her to shudder and clutch at herself with both arms. "Are you... propositioning me?" she babbled, using the same clunky phrasing she'd used when Adelais's last boyfriend, that hideous weasel, had tried to pinch her bottom.
He evaded direct response, huge dark eyes that now seemed a tawny brown blinking. "You're a tiny little thing. It's not hard to see why so many things would scare you. You're quite pretty when you forget to notice yourself, however. And you have a very big heart," he added seriously, the tip of his horn tapping at her cleavage with a butterfly wing's delicacy.
That was when her imagination really tried to envision what he was talking about, as Claudia felt her heart pounding, and she looked over his form again. Strong, sleek, white as egg shells, graceful and deliberate in every movement. The idea of making love to anyone ever had been something she'd so avoided thinking about, because it always made her depressed, that thinking of it with a creature like this seemed completely beyond the realm of possibility. It was a twisted fairy tale. Francois was a, a beautiful creature in his own way, but he was a quadruped. She couldn't even begin to imagine how it would work, and was a little ashamed of herself for trying to imagine it. Yet it was shame with a tinge of dirty excitement.
She'd never done anything bad, not REALLY bad, in her entire life.
Claudia's eyes went, for the first time, very deliberately to the swinging genitalia beneath the mass of his body. "You're not aroused," she noted, with a bit of relief. "So why are you offering? Obviously you don't find me physically attractive, which is perfectly natural considering what you are and what I am."
"You're very beautiful when you're not trying so hard to pretend you're ugly," he said with great amusement, a snicker coming through his throat again. She could see the individual muscles working to let it out, and watched the process with fascination. "And perhaps it won't work, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try. Even the most timid creatures of the world deserve moments of freedom and pleasure without worry." His head tilted so only one eye looked straight at her, shimmering now as a dark forest green. "Don't you think?"
"Do you... do you SWEAR no one would ever know?" she found herself asking, very much to her own surprise.
"We're a very discreet people, we unicorns," Francois explained, the smooth hardness of his horn roaming to brush against her jaw.
"Okay. Make love to me, then. Just... don't hurt me too much," she added meaningfully, still having no idea how he intended to accomplish this strange feat. She couldn't believe she was doing this. But it was probably the only chance she'd ever really get, wasn't it? Even if it was completely mad.
Francois leaned his head in, then, and she stiffened her spine to avoid leaning back out of reflexive. His breath smelled of vanilla as he pressed his mouth gently against hers, nuzzling from side to side.
"A kiss is the customary opening ritual, isn't it?" he asked. "I'm afraid this is the closest I can manage."
She laughed, feeling the last bits of fear slip away, whether rightly or wrongly. He was oddly considerate and romantic, softening all the hard edges off of the crudeness of the situation. "You're a sweet thing. Let me give you one back, then." She clasped at the side of his head, her fingers and palm almost tingling with the softness and warmth of it, planting a proper full kiss on his mouth, puckering and using a ladylike amount of pressure and suction.
From there, words went away. His horn dipped down to her chest once more. She expected it to cut through the strings of her bodice, and was surprised when he only loosened them. His head then nuzzled into the loose wool-padded leather, causing her to feel warm all over. Claudia hadn't ever liked her breasts, they were too small. But Francois didn't seem to care, and put great attention into nudging the shifting fabric along her chest and against her nipples. And to her amazement, her body responded. The nubs became stiffer, with the same gradual change as his own odd head-based caresses. Was this what it was like to have a boy feel you through your clothes? She'd seen them groping at Adelais's (much bigger, to Claudia's secret jealousy) breasts before, but they'd always seemed so impatient, so rough, squeezing and grabbing. This was better. Soft and slow and tender.
Then his head came up a few inches and his tongue came out, the smell of warm vanilla powerful in the air as he gave a single lap up the side of her neck and past her jaw. She shuddered and gave out a little squeak. The tongue seemed almost a little too big for Francois's mouth, a bit longer and thicker than she would have thought. It only dampened the very tips of her fur with its touch, although she felt that lick down to the roots.
Knowing no one would know what she did here, feeling emboldened by her body's response and his tenderness, she opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the tip of his tongue, sucking on it, tasting it with her own tongue. It tasted like nothing, like air, but she could feel every single little twitch of the muscles in it, and it thrilled her with how incredibly flexible and adaptive it was. She pulled back from the tongue kiss with her face feeling on fire, but pleased with herself, grinning.
"Any pleasure you give to me, I want to give back to you," she told him, fingers curling in the silk of his mane, caressing the strands. "You're making me feel good... even though I didn't think it was possible... let me return that favor tenfold...." she murmured in his ear with an attempt at a seductive tone. His member was stiffening, and her heart burned with excited satisfaction.
"Let's not get too ambitious," he told her grinningly, still amused despite his obvious arousal. "Oncefold is more than fine, thank you, Claudia rabbit."
Feeling the clothes were doing more harm than good by this point, she took her bodice off and then her undershirt and brassiere, still a bit shy though now eager as well, watching the unicorn's expression intently. Her body was slight, too flat, not very well-curved, and yet he only commented on how gorgeous she looked in the moonlight, and how any man would be lucky to have her. His adaptive, long tongue sought out her nipples and did wonderfully precise, intricate things to them, while she clutched at his mane and pushed her chest closer. The smell of him, the feel, the warmth of his larger, stronger body flooded her senses.
Body shaking from, just for once, pleasure and anticipation instead of fear, Claudia stripped off her skirt. Then she removed her smallclothes more slowly, fingers feeling clumsy though they still got the job done. Francois complimented her on the shine of the stars on the moisture between her legs, and she went red and grinned hugely. It was a stupid compliment, even from an immortal being. But somehow sweet, too.
"I'm ready," she told him near-breathlessly. "However you're going to do this... I want you inside me..."
"Are you?" he asked idly, head going between her legs with care, tongue lapping along her sex and up to her belly. The muscles in her legs tightened and she gasped out a 'Please!' but Francois remained as unhurried as ever. "I suppose you are," he admitted with a bob of his head, beard swishing. "If you want to stand, you can stand. Or you can lay down. However you like."
A little confused, but trusting Francois, Claudia stretched out on her back, the way she'd always wanted her first time to be. Her legs weren't wide like a slattern's, but they were stretched out enough to, she hoped, be inviting. The crisp dew on the grass tickled a bit but still felt pleasant on her tail, her backside, her back. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to touch him. She wanted a lot of different things all at once, and her little body was aflame with it.
Her eyes went huge as he plunged his horn into her. It hurt, but not nearly as much as she would have thought, the feeling moderate but very brief. She moaned and kept herself as still as she possibly could, feeling that hardness plunge inside her. It was only an inch in, two inches now, and yet it felt to be so much bigger, so much deeper. Her inner walls clamped down on it, and she could feel the spiral traces of the horn against her flesh.
With movements that were always sleek and precisely purposeful by default, Francois had no problems quickly creating a rhythm that pleased her. He wasn't slow now. No, his horn quickly took up a pace that was fairly brisk. The penetration was what was gradual, and she began to count the thrusts. Ten thrusts into her body with his hard, long horn before it moved a centimeter deeper. Twenty. Twenty-five thrusts for the next centimeter, now. And so, repeating this motion at an almost clockwork-exact same angle each time, Francois went deep into her till she felt he was penetrating the core of her being. Yet it didn't hurt, and his undoubtedly sharp horn tip didn't puncture or scrape.
She tried not to move, but it was hard. Claudia let out the tension by whispering about how good it felt, how badly she wanted to reciprocate, how she'd never felt anything like this before and how he was doing it perfectly. Closing her eyes to imagine it was a boy doing this to her, she found that she didn't need to. Her body was tight and tingling all over. She was close, close to... almost....
Letting out a guttural groan quite unlike her, fingers grabbing through the grass into the dirt, Claudia felt her first orgasm tear through her like a wave of pure heat and bliss so sharp it nearly hurt. Unable to stop herself, completely lost in the moment, she thrust her hips towards the source of her pleasure.
Francois had incredible reflexes. Sensing her lack of control at the very moment it happened, he whipped his horn out of her body even as her sex clutched tightly at it. Moments later, she realized what she'd done, and what he'd done, and what could have happened if he hadn't been so careful. She felt dreadfully embarrassed.
"God, I'm so so-"
"Do NOT," he said with actual force and volume for the first time, "apologize."
"Oh-okay," she said meekly.
There was another, different tingling between her legs now. Looking down at herself, shivering with the aftermath of the climax, she saw that her hymen had restored itself. It was pristine, but the moist glisten all around it was evidence of what they'd done. She didn't regret it.
"Now it's your turn," she told the unicorn mischeviously, stumbling to her feet, feeling ridiculously weak and awkward. But his shaft was still hard. She couldn't possibly fit it all in her mouth, but maybe between her mouth and her hands....
Even that part of him tasted like vanilla. She suckled down every last drop, her body embraced by his heat and whiteness.
Once they were both satisfied, she expected to feel very self-conscious, putting her clothes back on and asking for a little of his blood. But she didn't. She felt... comfortable. Claudia wondered if that was how immortal things felt all the time. It was a strange thing for a bunny to feel, instead of the stark worry she'd always defined her life by.
She felt horrible about cutting him, though. Making that red well up in the field of white, it was like ripping a page out of a library book. But he laughed gently and lapped at her cheek, and then she felt better again.
Adelais had her own problem solved that afternoon, when Claudia returned to the burrow with rather bright eyes and slightly ruffled clothes and a mouth that said very, very little to anyone who asked a question. Then Claudia went back to chores, to studying, to the usual things that made up her day. But though they were the usual things, she didn't feel mundane anymore. She remembered the feel of him, the taste of him. He'd thought her beautiful. Those things stayed with her, and served to make the ordinary magical, for a while, at least.
Although Claudia thought many times of going back to the forest and finding Francois again, she never did. OVer time, it turned into something she thought of as a fantasy or dream, though there was always a part of her that knew it had really happened and wouldn't let her forget it. Sometimes she contemplated wryly over Adelais's outright wild behavior and her own meek hypocrisy, and wondered which was better, or if either choice was a sin at all.
Claudia never came up with an answer, but that didn't make her unhappy.
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Acceptance by shrew
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#1 of One With The Wolves - "Denzel, are you okay?" Denzel was an average man; there was nothing truly special about him. His shaggy black hair flicked down into his deep green eyes, usually surrounded by black kohl that stood out on his pale skin. He was covered in scars and bruises, and now many
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[
"Bestiality",
"Human",
"M/F",
"Non-Anthro",
"Rape",
"Vaginal",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)",
"Werewolf",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10172-acceptance
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"Denzel, are you okay?"
Denzel was an average man; there was nothing truly special about him. His shaggy black hair flicked down into his deep green eyes, usually surrounded by black kohl that stood out on his pale skin. He was covered in scars and bruises, and now many wounds covered his thin frame, bleeding openly. The worried questions of his best friend, Sara, enveloped his mind.
"What did you do? Why are you so hurt?" she asked him softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. Denzel pushed her away angrily, the tears welling up in his eyes. Sara could tell already, he had been deeply hurt emotionally. "Denzel..." her voice was softer now. "You can tell me," she whispered.
He shook his head, his black hair flicking over his shoulders. "I can never tell anyone. This is my secret," he murmured, almost to himself. Sara sighed and stood, leaving Denzel sat on the single bed by himself. As Sara closed the door, she turned off the lights, leaving him sat on his black sheets in an even darker room.
A few moments after she'd left, Denzel dropped down onto the bed, the mattress squeaking. He fell asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness for hours.
\*
Elsewhere, a female wolf was sprinting across the cliffs, the wind flowing through her thick grey pelt. Her name was Sheridan. Her deep, emotional brown eyes were staring, fixated on the journey ahead. She panted, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. She was dashing so quickly that her paws were barely touching the earth. The dust and debris scattered in a cloud around her. Her form was no more than a grey streak across the landscape as she ran.
Darting along behind her ran a group of other wolves, all male. Their lithe frames were coated in shiny black fur, their eyes dark and uncaring, devoid of any emotion. They were faster than the poor female, and there were more of them. Not before long, the leader of the pack was within reach of her. His hungry muzzle expressed a growl of displeasure as he bit down hard on her already bleeding tail, forcing her to a stop.
\* Denzel awoke, panting. Something terrible had just happened, and he couldn't place on what it was. All he could feel were the black shadows swirling around his mind; the growing numbness as the tears fell once again, streaking down his face. What was wrong with him? He stood up and looked out of the window. He opened it and stuck his head out, the cool air chilling the tears on his face. And, far away, he heard a howl.
He'd heard that raucous wolf voice before, the ringing tones of harshness and pain. So what was happening? A wolf was being tortured, he mused to himself. But how- why? He sighed and closed the window, falling back onto the bed in another state of fitful sleep. \* Sheridan howled as loud as she could, her wolf-voice ringing out into the silence of the night. But nobody was listening. The dark wolves circled her, their malice-filled eyes glinting in the moonlight. They growled, as one, as the largest approached her. She barked at him, punished by a sharp bite on the muzzle. She whimpered in pain, and once he released her muzzle from his bone-crunching grip, she bowed her head. The blood dripped down, staining the dusty ground.
Naka was the name of the fierce leader-wolf. He was like Satan embodied in a canine. He was just that- a devil among wolves, a lying cheat, a scoundrel and a truly hateful, evil being. He had green eyes, green like a serpent's. He was a scar on the world, a plague that would haunt Sheridan until her dying day. He padded around her dull form in circles, growling his disapproval. She closed her eyes and whimpered quietly, not wanting to see what he had planned.
He stopped, behind her. Her tail was still dripping blood, he observed, and he growled as he bit down upon it, forcing her to lift it in pain. She growled a little, but he ignored this as he observed her tight tailhole, and bowing his head a little, he could observe her sex. It was dry; but he could easily change that. Without waiting for protest or affirmation, he mounted her, rubbing his sheath on her sex.
She growled, not wanting him to be with her that way. She tried to struggle, but he held her in place with his paws. His member slipped out of his sheath and stroked her pussy softly. This elicited a soft growl from her, not one of pain. She wasn't enjoying it- no. This was just a natural instinct.
And then, without any warning, her pussy still very dry, he thrusted his thick member in and started humping away like a wild animal, fucking her hard. She howled again, a heart-breaking howl that echoed across the terrain.
His balls slapped against her pussy painfully as she growled, whimpered and howled. His member was buried deep inside of her, and he felt his knot emerge from his sheath. He growled loudly, his teeth clenched, as he forced his knot deep into her.
Her muscles contracted around him, his throbbing, veiny member impaling her. She howled again as she squeezed her walls around him, not intentionally. He growled in pleasure, feeling each of his veins be contracted by her tightness. The sleek velvetiness of her lining slid all over his cock in the moment that they were joined.
The other wolves were panting, their tongues lolling out of their mouths. They were enjoying this show; it was obvious, because most of them were rubbing their cocks with their tail, or a forepaw. Splatters of precum coated the ground, dribbling from the thick cocks of the horny wolves.
Then he came, his throbbing ballsac emptying his semen in ribbons deep inside her. They were both drenched in sweat. Naka felt his knot subdue, and he let his dick slip out of her bleeding vagina, a little cum dribbling from it. Sheridan fell to the ground with another pained howl, and then she was silent.
The gang of wolves growled to each other happily, and then they were off, sprinting away into the night.
\* The sun rose, the light streaming in through the gap in the curtains. Denzel growled to himself and rubbed his eyes as he sat up, his back aching from sleeping in a curled-up position. He stood up and brushed himself down, finding thick grey hairs on his clothing. He examined them, a puzzled expression on his face. They looked like... wolf hairs? How did he manage to get those? He shook it off, not wanting to worry about things like that now. He got dressed quickly and left the house, deciding to take a walk in the snow, along the cliffs and rich forest.
He strolled down the marked path, his gaze pointed at the ground. He had come here to be alone with his thoughts, but now he found, he didn't have any. Then he caught a scent, a rugged smell, the stench of sweat mixed with a familiar smell- sex. What would smell of sex out here?
He followed the scent, his keen sense of smell, although strange, very helpful. He started running, the scent becoming stronger, more defined. A female wolf. The stench of a male. Sweat, blood, spit and semen. No female cum...
He stopped as he heard a familiar panting. He span on his heels and saw the source of the smell. A female wolf; grey fur, brown, emotional eyes. A tongue that hung out of her mouth as she panted.
A tail, bleeding.
Denzel raised an eyebrow and held out a hand to the wolf. She padded closer, sniffing him. He smelt pleasant, of humans- with a distinct aroma of wolves. He was safe, she concluded, as she nuzzled his hand. He smiled and stroked her muzzle softly. This wasn't normal, Denzel thought. Why did she trust him so?
He knelt beside her and admired her sleek form, her soft fur that he ran his fingers through, each fibre tickling his digits. He smiled, and then she did an incredible thing. She licked him on the lips, a wolf kiss. He blinked and licked his lips, the taste of wolf saliva not altogether unpleasing. He moved his head a little closer, his green eyes staring into her brown ones. She licked him again. He stuck out his tongue and she licked that too. He neared her, his lips brushing her muzzle. He opened his mouth and she inserted her inquisitive tongue, exploring him.
He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her neck. She opened her mouth also, and he kissed her back- if it could be called a kiss. It was rugged, bestial- but he loved it. Denzel licked her fangs, their tongues mashing together in the romantic frenzy. He moaned softly into her mouth, her saliva coating his tongue. He wrapped both of his arms around her neck and moved closer, his tongue spiralling around hers, her soft growls and wolf-purrs combining with his moans and quiet growls. She licked the roof of his mouth with her soft pink tongue. He groaned, his erection forming. He gasped, and tried to ignore it as he licked the soft fur on the outside of her muzzle. She pulled away with a canine-smile, knowing that he was aroused. She could smell the precum.
She nosed at his crotch. He moaned aloud as he felt her wet nose probe him through his pants. She began to lick the bulge. He fell back onto the soft snow, forgetting all feelings other than this beautiful wolf pleasuring him. He didn't even think it was wrong, as he began to slowly hump into her mouth. He took the initiative and unzipped his pants, pulling them down as well as his underpants, revealing his human-dick, not one that Sheridan had seen before. She licked the head of it, inquisitively, eliciting a moan from Denzel. Sheridan knew what to do now; the moans were clearly of pleasure.
She wrapped her soft tongue around his member, sliding it up and down, curling it around the thick veiny pole. Occasionally she let her tongue wander onto his balls, lapping them up with her saliva-coated tongue. Being probed like this, by a female wolf, was Denzel's idea of heaven. She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, which was covered in slimy precum and wolf saliva. He groaned, forgetting the chill of the snow, only feeling the warmth and the wetness of his cock. She pulled away suddenly, his member freezing. He yelped, the chill air swirling around it, but not drying it. Sheri stood and lifted her damaged tail willingly, revealing her pink pussy to Denzel, the one that had been so dry yesterday.
Denzel licked his lips and stood, without need of instruction he placed his hands on Sheri's back and stroked her opening with his dick. She growled softly, her eyes half-closed. He slid his cock in inch by inch, savouring the feeling on his hard pole, the muscles contracting, her slippery walls accepting each inch willingly, squeezing down on it, causing yet more pre to spurt out of his cock. Denzel was now completely embedded in her, and he began to hump primally. He'd practiced it all before- he knew exactly what to do.
He drew his dick almost completely out, only leaving the head still in, and then rammed it back in, his balls smacking against her cunt as he did so. The pace was excruciatingly fast, her muscles having almost no time to react.
Denzel figured that he preferred not to have a knot at times like this. It was much easier pulling out and then slamming back in at speed, than being joined together, he figured, as he rammed his thick pole deep inside her. He stopped suddenly, as he felt his dick begin to spurt ribbons of thick, creamy cum into her.
Sheridan stopped suddenly, her eyes wide. She could smell the cum on her; and it couldn't be Denzel's.
It was the same scent she'd smelt last night. The stench of Naka.
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My Dragoness by BuckyWhitetail
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Ok...This is my first story...I dunno what's wrong with it, I think it sounds really good...I hope it gets out to yah all. Enjoy My Dragoness By Robert "Bucky" Losiniecki Bucky, a 28 year old white-tailed buck. His fur a soft light-brown from head to toe, except for his white front from just under
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[
"Cuddling",
"Deer",
"Dragoness",
"Light Bondage",
"Love",
"M/F",
"Magic",
"Plushophilia",
"Transformation"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9793-my-dragoness
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Ok...This is my first story...I dunno what's wrong with it, I think it sounds really good...I hope it gets out to yah all. Enjoy
My Dragoness By Robert "Bucky" Losiniecki
Bucky, a 28 year old white-tailed buck. His fur a soft light-brown from head to toe, except for his white front from just under his muzzle down his chest going to his groin in-between his legs and up the underside of his tail, up his back where still the spot signifying his as a fawn, which made him look a lot younger than he was. His hair was a little unkempt and the same soft brown and his fur, around his head was lovely crown of solid gold antlers with 8 point tines four on each branch. His hands and feet where like any normal anthro except they where tipped with hooves or at least a close resemblance.
As Bucky lay in his bed he yawned and rolled to the night stand and picked up his eyeglasses and put them on. Rolling back over he looked down at his at his plushie, a 3 foot long purple dragon with yellow wings and orange triangular spikes and a heart-shaped tail-spade. "Well Peppy," (short for Peppermint) he spoke to her, "I'm gonna head out for a little while, ok?". Peppy just stared on with unblinking cloth eyes, lying there upon the bed. "I love you."and with that said he kissed her softly, "My lovely dragoness." He murred into her ear and got up from the bed trailing the blanket behind him and stood fur-nude for a few seconds stretching and picked out some clothing and a towel and went off to take a shower.
Bucky was a plushifiler and was proud of it and in his mind Peppy was a perfect dominate female, she let him yiff her as much as he pleased. Although as of late he was wishing that she was so much more as it be.
Finishing his shower Bucky toweled off and got dressed. Walking out of the bathroom he peeked into his bedroom and smiled at Peppy, who he had positioned to face the door way, and looked around his room at all the other plushies taking up all the available room with-in, with a soft, "Love you guys." he shut the door.
Bucky shared an apartment with a few other males he considered mates. Basti a skunk-fox hybrid and Kit a young wolf with a black ear, they both where baby-furs, but only in private. Bucky stopped at their door and peeked in, they both lay in the bed snuggling each other and the buck had to smile as he shut the door and headed for the door that lead outside the apartment complex. He got to the lobby and exited the building and took a look up and down the street, cars and other vehicles made there way around town as so did many different species of furrs went about their daily business. Down the street a ways a construction crew was rebuilding an area that had been damaged by a macro.
With a "Hrrumph," He shook his head and Bucky went on his way walking along carrying his "art pack" as he called, it a green bag holding all his tablets and other art supplies, his plan was to go to a nearby coffee house and do some drawing, maybe meet some of the friends he made in his new city home, but today..today would be different.
Bucky entered the shop district and watched the signs as he walked along. He kept on his way until he noticed a unusual sign over head which caught his eye, "Dragon Dens Magic Store," the deer read out loud, now Bucky never though much about magic it had several good used many more bad ones or at least the ones the made front page news. But the dragon shaped sign and window painting where more than enough to perk his subtle deer curiosity, so he made his way inside.
The door opened with a "ding" from a bell overhead. Throughout the store Bucky could smell incense burning, he wrinkled his nose at the smell and took a look around the shop, everywhere was piled with magic items all staked into piles all rather organized upon shelves. The deer rolled his eyes and hitched up his bag and made a turn to leave with a mutter of, "Good Gravy." that is till he heard a soft voice call out to him, "May I help you?". Bucky turned to say, "No I was about to leave." but he never uttered a word of it for his mouth fell agape as he stared in awe at the young girl at the counter. She was tall and slim and well muscled and atop of all that she was a dragon, her scales where a shiny soft green her under belly and wings where purple she had long shiny black hair her ears where pierced with gold rings and wrapped around her breasts and waist was a sheer white cloth which showed her nipples on her rather large chest and showed all of her curves rather well. The buck just stood there marveling this young dragoness his maw agape. She giggled and spun slowly around her long tail snaking behind her as she spoke, "Hi, I'm Emerald, this is my magic shop may I help you?" She stopped in front of the young deer and took his hand in her paw, she gasped as she did so, "I know what you need!" she exclaimed and bounced off into the back leaving our poor buck standing in the middle of the store. Bucky stood there his tail erect and to scared to move as he watched this lovely dragoness bounce, "What could she have for me?" he wondered to himself , but suddenly she appeared at the counter in a puff of smoke which caused Bucky to cough a little, "Come here," she spoke to him. Bucky nodded and walked over to the counter and leaned on it and finally spoke, "Sorry..I'm Bucky..." he managed to stammer out. Emerald held out her paw with a smile, "Take this" she said, "It will make all your dreams come true, just rub it into her body when you get home." Bucky held out his hand and Emerald placed a small purple bottle with a cork stopper in his palm. Bucky looked up to the dragon with a bit of confusion, she just winked her crystal blue eyes at him. "Thank you?..how much?" he asked. "For you my deer, it's free." she replied and gave him a kiss causing him to blush. With a giggle Emerald led him out the door and patted him on his tail, "Now remember, you must rub it into her!" she called out to him. With a nod Bucky made his way back to the apartment. As he climbed the stairs he though out loud to himself, "I have to rub this into Peppy!?!," as he turned the bottle around in his fingers.
As the deer entered the apartment he could hear the game system going which means that Basti and Kit where up and about. As Bucky walked past the front room they called out to him, "Hi Bucky!" "Hi guys, I'll be in my room playing with Peppy, ok?" was the deers reply to them. "Ok!" was Kit's reply as Basti called out, "PERVY!!" but by then the deer was safely in his room. He sat on the bed next to Peppy after dropping his "art pack" on the floor. "Daddy has a present for you." he chuckled and took out the bottle and uncorked and sniffed it, "Peppermint!?!" he exclaimed and then shrugged, "At least you'll smell good, huh?" as he rubbed the oil into his dragons soft cloth body after which he got up and washed his hands.
Bucky reentered his room and began to undress with his back to Peppy. He strapped on his dog collar, for when he wanted to be really submissive for his dragoness, and just as he was about to turn back around to face her a soft hand came up and hitched up his leash to the collar. With his tail erect he spun around, "What the..." he had began to say but never got to finish for his mouth fell open once again as he beheld the stunning creature upon his bed. She was at least 7 feet tall but it was hard to tell since she had her legs tucked under her, she was covered with a soft purple hide from head to toe, her teardrop shaped ears pivoted around atop her head. As he looked down her large firm flexible slightly muscled body he stopped a moment to admire the DD breasts with bright pink nipples. He kept looking down her body her legs parted showing of the slit of pink of her cunt. As her tail snaked behind her twitching slightly upon the bed, from the tip of her tail spade to the nape of her neck where orange triangular spikes. With a grin which shows off her ivory fangs she flexes her huge yellow wings, "Dose mommy's little deer want to play?" she said in a voice that was deep and sweet.
Bucky felt the strength leave his legs and he sunk to the floor, he put his hands on the bed he looked up into Peppy's now blinking green eyes and nodded , "Yes mommy." he whimpered and began to tear a little, "Now, Now, don't cry my pet." she gently pulled his snout into her thighs and he could smell her feminine cumm and the sent of peppermint, the buck murred and licked at her sex causing her to coo softly. Peppy pulled on his leash gently leading him up into the bed and had him lay upon his back and proceeded to wrap the leash around his wrists as she stratteled upon his chest and began to cup and rub his balls with her tail-spade causing him to become erect his cock pushing free of his sheath. Peppy murred as she felt her buck's cock push up into her scales and firmer plushness. Standing up slightly she began to lower herself upon Bucky's cock This caused him to wail out slightly as Peppy's warm cunt wrapped around his deer meat. Bucky pushed up into her as she hilted him and began to pump his cock, flexing her strong leg muscles she lowered and raised herself on his cock, "Oh!! YES!! Mommy!!" he called out, "That's it my pet, let mommy do all the work," she purred and began to rub his pecks. The deer murred and squirmed pulling slightly on his tie downs as Peppy milked his cock faster and harder. Bucky panted and whimpered arching up into Peppy every time she came down on his cock. She pumped him harder and harder until her buck arched and pushed up hard into her as Peppy pushed down and flexing her wings out fully and bighting her lip causing her to push a little flame out her nostrils as the two of them climaxed in unison. Peppy panted and smiled down at Bucky who was panting as well, with a puddle of their juices mixing between them, the dragoness undid the bucks wrists and brought his hands around her as she layed down next to him, keeping his cock inside her as it slowly deflated, she smiled at him. With a tear in Bucky's brown eyes as they met Peppy's sparkling green eyes, "Say it, please?" as he nuzzled into her, with a nod she whispered into his ear, "I love you Bucky" and with that they both feel asleep, murring.
Basti and Kit stood in the doorway with their mouth hanging open in astonishment, Peppy looked up at them and with a wink she shooed then away with a wave of her paw and the two males both nodded and went into their own room to have a bit of fun of their own.
And as for the rest that's a story for another time.
THE END
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