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Shift by Arxl

#1 of Shift -   **Shift** This is a racing story that features a Snow Leopard as the driver and a VERY avid fan who manages to get close to the arctic feline. All characters are fictional, if you wanna use 'em, ask me. I will probably say yes. This story is homosexual in nature and is intended for a

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**Shift** This is a racing story that features a Snow Leopard as the driver and a VERY avid fan who manages to get close to the arctic feline. All characters are fictional, if you wanna use 'em, ask me. I will probably say yes. This story is homosexual in nature and is intended for a matured audience, the beginning starts out at age 13 but will jump ahead to age 22 in no time (Not a cub story!). Do not read further if this isn't suitable for you! Enjoi! \*Click\* Seatbelt fastened; I look at the dash of my dad's fully tuned 2000 Dodge Viper, black exterior and interior. It's a nice car; it seemed to be the fastest thing on 4 wheels for me. I'm just 13 so I can't drive yet... But the temptation was just too much! My eyes gleamed and I mewed happily when I grabbed the keys and put them into the ignition. I clicked the garage remote and the door opened up fully just as I made the car roar to life. I could barely see over the wheel but it was enough to see most of the road. I put it into gear, luckily my dad taught me how stick works, and I rolled out of the garage. I turned slowly onto the road leading away from our house and towards the forest roads. I knew them well, my dad drove them all the time and it seemed easy enough. So off I went! It was exhilarating! This car was so fast and handled the road so well! It was like driving a go kart on the mountain's switchbacks. I started to get headstrong and pushed to see how fast I could go and turn. I pushed 40 on 270 degree turns and hit 100 on all the straightaways! It was just so natural to me to drive fast. A turn was coming up faster than I realized, I tried slamming on the brakes but it was all for naught. I tried turning but the g-force was too great and the grip failed me as I screeched into the guardrail. Flipping the entire car on its side and landing on the other side of the rail. I was so dazed; I looked to my right and saw the passenger side was caved in... If I was sitting there I would have been killed, my door was against a tree and totaled, it was caving in on my arm a little bit, and I barely noticed the airbags deflating. I felt so woozy; I hope dad isn't too mad about his car... "I'm so sorry dad..." Was all I could say until I passed out. Even though no one was there... \~Lets skip ahead nine years, it is 2011 and our hero is 22! "Hey, Chris! Win this one and we get that pretty car up there!" My friend reminded me as he pointed past my racing helmet. I looked over and saw upon a spinning altar a limited edition 2011 ZO6 Carbon Corvette. It was a gorgeous car, painted a dark color and customized for peak performance for the winner. It had to be valued at over 120,000 easily. I felt someone patting my shoulder roughly, "Look son I don't need you wrecking this one too, every time someone lets you borrow their car you manage to wreck it and I don't feel like paying for a R32! Now remember, this old car has a kick and it WILL put you back in your seat. Don't let it scare you and stay focused, you're in control!" I'm so glad he was more worried about me than a car, he never yelled at me once for crashing his Viper years ago. I'm glad he let me continue with a racing career though, but I think he knows that he couldn't pry me away from fast cars for the world. I wanted that 'Vette, it would be my first car that I could race with. The first one I could truly call my own, that I earned it. I gripped the stick of the R32 and looked ahead. There was a RX-7 in front of me; I was 3rd on the pole. In front and to the right of me was an 80's looking Honda. That would be easy to get past, the RX-7 however will be a challenge, and I knew how fast those cars can be. I know this R32 couldn't match its top speed but my acceleration and driving skill could beat it... Hopefully. The light turned yellow... My grip tightened on the shifter. The last few moments before it turned green made my heart stop. Everything slowed down... It was so slow that I could see the yellow go out and for a brief moment the green didn't come up, I clicked it into gear and lifted the clutch... Green! I floored it and made a quick right, cutting off the 4th position and forcing my way between the Honda and RX-7. My start was flawless and let me make the Honda back off since the road narrowed ahead, the RX-7 however wouldn't let up. He played chicken with me, seeing if I would back off to make the first turn. I wouldn't have any of that, I pushed my car into 2nd then 3rd to get ahead of the RX-7 to make the first turn. "Dammit!" I cursed, I was entering too quickly. For a second I thought I saw myself as 13 again and about to hit a tree, but I snapped out of it fast enough to drop my gear to 2nd and barely scraped my spoiler on the barrier. Phew, I made it. But in my error the RX-7 saw his opportunity and took the inside lead. It was on; this driver knew what he was doing. I re-engaged a battle for the lead. We were neck and neck, neither of us getting a distinguishable advantage over the other. It was like this for the next 2 laps on our urban track. At the last lap I became daring and aggressive. I drove right next to him near a slight S turn. If we were in single file we would make it and that's what I hoped he would see. Yes! My tactic worked, he backed off and behind me so we could make the turn with ease. I accelerated as fast as I could. Shifting gears excellently in my well tuned machine. Shifting was always my strong suit, which greatly aided me in drags and other races that needed good acceleration skill. I saw the line. 200 meters, 100... I slammed on the brakes as soon as my car's nose hit the mark, putting me into a sliding stop near my team. My hands were numb, from gripping the wheel so hard or from the rush of a race that I won. Either way, I loved this feeling; it's what made me come back, hungry for more. I stumbled with the locks in my seatbelt and pulled off my helmet. My blue tipped hair was a mess so I pushed it up into a pathetic looking fauxhawk. I nearly tripped out of the car as I climbed out of the window. I was in disbelief over the fact I won such a nice car... It was mine... All mine! "I did it!" I yelled out, jumping into the air. My huge black and white tail was almost wagging like a dog's as I hugged my team and my dad. "I didn't wreck it at all this time, whadya say to that old man!?" He just smiled and patted my back. "I'm proud of you Chris; you drove like a champ out there. Now I hope that the carbon fiber machine over there doesn't become your carbon fiber coffin." He was joking, but I knew he had some seriousness behind the statement. That car could go over 330 km/h (200 mph) and meant business when you revved the engine. I couldn't wait to test that limit. I was surveying the crowd, they were going crazy. My eyes landed on a wolf that was about my height and staring right at me. He was... Gorgeous. We both had crystal blue eyes and he was all different tones of grey. I never really thought much about it, a love life. So far I have been obsessed with cars and just doing anything to go fast. But when I looked at this wolf, he made the thoughts of cars leave my head for the first time since I was a kitten. I was feeling the adrenaline in my system pick up again, I felt just like I was waiting for the green. Everything slowed down around me as I stared at this beautiful creature wagging his tail at me. I jumped when my jackal brother Trevor tapped my lower jaw, apparently it was open a bit and I blushed. "Hey man, are you okay?" He asked. I shook my head to snap out of it, "Yeah I'm fine, hey listen, go pick up the car and shit for me, I gotta go do something..." I said as I started walking in the wolf's direction. Leaving Trevor with an absolute dumbfounded face, not believing I was ignoring the race and car I just won. The wolf seemed to shuffle in his place, getting a bit nervous as I approached. He opened his maw to try and get a greeting out but couldn't make a sound. I smiled and engaged with my greeting, "Hi there, I'm Chris." I know he knew who I was but I still extended a paw towards him. He was in shock apparently, it took him a few seconds to react and take my paw to shake it vigorously. "HI! I'm Shadow! Oh Gods it is such a pleasure to meet you!" He said, I smiled at him. I wasn't too good with that many real social interactions. I blushed a bit, realizing we didn't let go yet. I slowly withdrew my hand, "So, are you a fan?" I tried making conversation. "Yes I am! I have followed your races since you were an amateur a few years ago, you are an incredible driver! I always wanted to meet you." He was absolutely star struck and it made me blush more. I never really considered myself THAT much of a celebrity to have such a fan. "Would you like-uuhh-well, would you wanna drive with me sometime?" I was barely able to breathe after asking that, it was the first time meeting this guy and he seemed nice. I... wanted to get to know him. He just stood there; his eyes couldn't have been wider. "Of course I would! It would be an honor to drive with you!" I smiled, still blushing at his enthusiasm. "Well hop on over this rail and come with me, I will make sure your car is safe for the time being." I offered but he spoke up. "Actually I take the bus, so I'm free for whatever!" Sounds like neither of us could form a sentence correctly. "Well Shadow, come with me." I said. He hopped over the fence and we started walking towards the admin building. As we approached I had to fend off guards asking for his clearance, I told them he is with me and they backed off. I couldn't help but wonder why they snickered under their breath at us. Then I noticed I was leading him by the paw and my face immediately lit like a red light. I let go as I pulled the door open in time to see paperwork ready for me and the new car. "Oh, there you are Chris! Hurry up and sign it, this pretty car is yours now." MY dad said as we entered. "And who is this, may I ask?" Indicating the wolf. "This is Shadow, he is a fan and I invited him." I responded. They greeted and Shadow, he was still starstruck, was talking about me to my own father. I signed the paperwork and they handed me the keys. "Now listen, this is a very rare car, only 500 have been made. So be careful and don't kill yourself now." A lizard official warned me. I nodded and thanked him for it. "Now, about that drive I promised you." I said to Shadow, he seemed surprised. "You're taking me for a ride in the car you just won? I thought you would drive something a bit less fancy or something." He confessed. I didn't really think about any other car I would want to use. "Don't be silly, now dad I will be home later tonight. I'm gonna break the 'Vette in." I told him and my crew. "Just don't wreck in it, this one has an aluminum cage but it is still carbon fiber, it would shred you up pretty bad if you crashed." He warned. I loved how caring he was but I had to reassure him. "I won't break the speed limit too much." I joked back at his warning, he knew that was code for 'I'll be safe' so he nodded and gathered up the crew to get ready to go home. I nodded back and gestured towards the staff garage where the real car was parked. We walked briskly, both of us excited to get in it. We rushed up to the sleek, dark car. It wasn't black but a very dark grey. The rims were painted black and the tired were slim racing tires. Everything about the car was top of the line. The doors were touch opened and we got into the leather interior. I couldn't tell if it was meant for racing or cruising. There was a roll cage and a racing steering wheel but there was a BOSE stereo system and a full dash with satellite radio and mp3 jacks. There was a glovebox and the seats could lean all the way back in the small cockpit. It was a gorgeous car, inside and out. We smiled at each other as I turned it on. The entire parking structure echoed with the roar this car made as it started. "Wow what a machine!" Shadow proclaimed. I agreed completely. This was a great car but suddenly my mind drifted over to Shadow. I was staring at him again and soon he looked back at me, staring back. For a while I just let the car idle. It had a full tank anyway. I... couldn't be attracted to guys could I? I knew gay guys and I never really talked to them. But from what I heard from the news and people around me they weren't too accepted sometimes. I wonder how my dad would react... Suddenly I felt warmth on my paw, I looked down and his paw was over mine, holding it softly. I looked back up and he was smiling warmly at me, I tried making words but this time my voice was stuck. All that came out was a small squeak that made him laugh. "Is this the first time a guy ever grabbed your paw?" He said jokingly, he thought I was gay! And that I have done this before. I blushed and looked down, unsure of how to respond. Was I gay? "Y-yes..." I barely managed to say. He looked surprised but then scooted over and hugged me warmly. "Well then, I think you should loosen up some, how about you take this bad boy out for a spin?" He suggested, patting the dashboard. I agreed nervously and started driving out of the parking structure. We drove for a while, talking about our pasts and getting to know each other. He was so sweet to me. Was I actually falling for this wolf? I just met him today but already I felt we had known each other for years. We eventually pulled off into a camping area of the forest near my dad's house. I liked the spot because it was always so peaceful and pretty. I turned the car off and looked at him again. "You are really the first person I have ever gotten so close to, did you know that?" He shook his head and held my paw again. "I hope you know that I'm not trying to get close to you just because you're my favorite racer, I have truly wanted to know you for a long time. I kinda wanted... to uh... be with you." He was blushing with me now. "Well, I didn't know I was attracted to guys until I saw you. You captivated me." I said, getting a bit more daring with my words. He smiled and took off his seatbelt to sit next to me, thankful the center console was taken out. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that Chris." His snout was right next to mine, nearly touching. Time froze again, my adrenaline peaking, my heart beating faster than ever. It felt like an eternity but eventually our muzzles locked. His more experienced tongue invading my muzzle, I let him play with my muzzle and I got my turn to experiment with kissing. I pushed my rougher feline tongue into his muzzle and I explored it. His soft canine tongue, the longer muzzle, larger fangs. He tasted... Great! My head was spinning and I almost passed out from my amazing first kiss. After a few minutes of kissing and me purring we pulled apart, gasping for air. "Wow." Was all I could get out, I was breathless and feeling very tingly inside. I was very red under my fur. Suddenly I felt something even weirder. My crotch was in pain? I looked down to see my racing pants tented and my cock was bending slightly in its thick, fireproof prison. Suddenly I heard the wolf laugh. "I guess you really liked that huh?" He smiled widely at me. Probably feeling accomplished for giving me a hard-on. I just couldn't stop blushing! "Y-yeah, I really liked that. What happens now?" I was so embarrassed; I had been oblivious to all other sexual advances all my life so I was completely clueless. He smiled, "Well a few things could happen, but I wouldn't wanna hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." He was so sweet and caring; I was flattered at how gentle he went with this with me. "Well I trust you; tell me what I should do." I couldn't believe how trusting I was with him, but deep down I wanted to trust him like that. I felt safe with him. "Well let's start with getting undressed." He said as he pulled off his shirt, I couldn't stop myself from murring at the well toned body he exposed to me. I forgot to start undressing until he reminded me when he was halfway down his legs with his pants. I quickly started taking off the stuffy racing clothes and as I was about to take my boxers off I noticed something pink in a car full of dark themed materials. I looked up and a half hard wolfcock was peeking out of his fuzzy sheath. I never saw another guy's dick before... But I liked it. I slid my boxers off revealing a throbbing and fully hard Leopard dick standing at about 7 inches in length, my little barbs accenting it. He licked his lips and I blushed. "Now what?" I asked, trying to look as innocent as I could. Why was I feeling like I should submit to his will so easily? Before I answered my own question he spoke up. "Well lean back and you will see, Kitten." I reignited my blush at that. Did he just call me Kitten? I leaned back and before I said anything I felt a warmth envelope my dick. I gasped out and looked down to see him sucking on it. "Wha-what are you d-ooohhh-doing?" I asked as I moaned. Pleasure coursing through my body. He just smiled as he started bobbing his head up and down my length, eliciting more sounds from me. He was so good at this; his tongue caressed the underside of my dick and his teeth lightly tickling the barbs and head of it. I bit my lower lip and squirmed under his dexterous tongue and muzzle. I was so glad the seats leaned back so far, and that my claws didn't pierce them. I clenched my teeth and started arching my back, I didn't want to orgasm yet. Unfortunately for me he wanted me to. The wolf redoubled his efforts and put my dick all the way into his muzzle and throat. Tonguing softly at my fuzzy nuts. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I needed to spray. "Ahhh! I think I'm going to cum!" I half screamed out. He pulled my dick to halfway in him so I could fill his muzzle. Moaning loudly, my tip erupted into his welcoming mouth. I squirmed and grabbed his head as I came very hard into the warm muzzle. Eventually my orgasm died down and I laid there, a little spaced out. He swallowed most of it, except for some that was left on his chin. I noticed it when he looked over to me and I leaned forward, trying to experiment an idea. I licked his muzzle and started kissing him, tasting the sweet and salty mix of his mouth and my seed that was still somewhat in there. He growled lustily as we made out like that. I mewed in response and pulled away, a trail of either semen or saliva still connecting our muzzles. "Mmmmm your juices taste really good kitten." He licked his jowls and smiled at me. I looked down and noticed his very hard and very needy looking dick. I decided to speak up. "So... What do I have to do for you?" I asked, wondering what he had in mind. "Have to do? Chris, you don't have to do anything. I want you to feel comfortable with your first time. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt you." He replied. I was taken aback. Wow, he really cared this much? No one has ever been so sweet. I think I'm in love with this wolf. I decided to be brave and ask before he said anything else. "Well I want to return the favor, now please, tell me what I can do." I asked, taking both of his paws and looking at him. I tried putting on a cute face, apparently it worked because he looked like he melted right there. He stuttered a few times before he got the courage to make a normal question. "Well, there is one thing you can do. But you will have to trust me, can you do that?" He smiled but I knew he was apprehensive. "Of course I do, you haven't given me a reason to not trust you." I nuzzled his cheek affectionately. I wanted to make him feel really good too. "Well then, I will go slow and if you want to stop at any time just tell me, okay?" I nodded and he continued, "Well get on your tummy and raise your tail, you need preparation." At that I got a bit nervous but I did as he said, getting comfy on the flattened seat. What I felt next nearly made me forget to breathe, which I probably would have if I had not gasped too. I looked back to see his muzzle under my tail and as his face sunk lower I mewled out. He was licking and tonguing my tailhole! My eyes watered and I gripped the seat, my dick reviving and standing at full attention again. I raised my ass to try and get him deeper. I couldn't help but blush at how much I wanted him to never stop and give me more. Letting myself moan and pant in ecstacy. I heard a slurping motion and I gasped as I felt the absence of that magical tongue. I was about to whine at the loss of it but it was overridden by the gasp and loud moan that escaped my short muzzle. It hurt just a little bit but it felt too good to notice the pain. Soon more pain followed, it felt like I was being stretched more and still the pleasure increased with the pain. I expected him hilting his dick into me but when I looked back I saw that he was only using two fingers. I whimpered at the thought of his large wolfcock entering me but I soon forgot about it. I lost myself in the pleasure; his fingers seemed to be scraping something inside that sent waves and waves of pleasure through my senses. Soon I was used to the fingers and only pleasure remained, letting me really enjoy myself. But as soon as it started getting too comfortable they slipped out of my saliva slickened hole. I moaned again, this absence felt bigger than before. But I wouldn't have to wait long as I saw his toned arms on either side of my head. I felt him licking my ears as he was above me, but I also heard the lust in his breathing. It turned me on so much to hear him like that. But my attention turned to the strange, wet object probing at my tailhole. I didn't have to guess as I felt it slowly sliding in. Its natural sharp tip and widening shaft eased me open smoothly. It almost didn't hurt at all to my delight. My tail wrapped over his waist as he slid in to his knot. I didn't take that into though, his knot was more than twice as thick as his 8 inches already in me, and his knot has to make that length 11 inches or more if it went in! I murred as I felt him hold it there, impaling me on his rod. I felt so much bliss being filled like that. I whimpered though as he started slipping out. It almost slid out too far but before it popped out of me he slammed into me. I squeaked as he thrusted hard like that. After that he built up a steady rhythm of pumping his dick into me. We were both moaning profusely as he took my once virgin ass. I couldn't believe I missed out on this for so long! I loved how he moaned into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me to fuck me into my new car's seats. We were definitely breaking it in, and if the scent of male arousal would ever get out I didn't know. His thrusting became more erratic after so long. It made me feel like I was going to cum again, I think his dick was hitting that spot inside and it was making me leak precum all over the seat. Soon I was raising my ass a bit so he could go as deep as possible. By now I didn't care how big the knot was; I wanted all of him inside me. I needed him inside me, I needed his seed, and I needed to be his. "P-Put it all in Shadow!" I managed to moan out. After that he turned almost animalistic. He leaned up and gripped my shoulders, thrusting hard and deep. He wanted to tie with me too! I squealed as I felt that bulb of flesh opening me up. It got halfway and was forced out by my wanton hole but it didn't deter him. He bit my scruff and rammed his cock into me, making a satisfying 'pop' sound and tying into me. The stretching and the tip of his cock stabbing my prostate harder than ever was too much for me. I squealed as loud as I could under him and painted my black seats white with my load. Cumming made me clench really hard on and behind his knot and that only made it feel bigger inside me. Suddenly I felt a rush, a strange feeling of pressure. Soon I could make out little spurts that were hitting my prostate as he came hard into me, still keeping the mating bite. It felt incredible, I moaned softly under him in my afterglow as he emptied his balls into me. The pressure was building and my tummy extended a little bit from all the juices and the large cock inside me. He let go of my scruff to lick at the bite marks he left and he laid down on top of me. Still completely locked together. "That was incredible Shadow, thank you so much." I managed to say after a few minutes of basking in our afterglow. "Thank you Chris, you were amazing." He licked me softly and nuzzled me. "You don't mind staying like this for a while do you? It takes a while to pull out." "Who said I wanted you to pull out, I kinda wanna sleep right here, like this." I blushed and smiled at him, he smiled back. "Okay kitten we can sleep like this." He said as he kept nuzzling me. I didn't care about anyone outside the musk filled car. This place was always empty anyway so I knew no one would find us. I snuggled with the still hard cock under my wet tail. It just felt so right; I never wanted him out of me. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I doubt that would be fair to him. I didn't know much about relationships but I knew that the L word was something best saved after a few months of being together. Even though I cared about him so much, and he cared too. But I doubt he would fall in love with me so fast. "I love you Chris." I heard whispered in my ear, I started purring and my heart fluttered. "I love you too, Shadow." I confessed back. Blushing fiercely. "Sorry if that was too abrupt for you, but I loved you from far away for too long, I had to say it while I had the chance." He couldn't be sweeter. "It wasn't, I think I fell for you fast. But I still love you and care a lot, I want... To stay with you for a long time." I was still blushing fiercely. He just nuzzled me and rolled us to our sides. I wiped up my cum from the seat with my discarded pants before it stained. I love him a lot but this car was nice! He chuckled and whispered good night, I told him night and we fell asleep right there. He was still locked in my warm hole and holding me tightly. --- Comment and rate! If there is enough people wanting me to, I might turn this into a series. This is a completely unrelated story from my 'Soulmates' series. Hope you liked it!

Illusionary Peril by Korban

    Today was about to become a rather...interesting day in Port Azure. Luke had been feeling somewhat antsy for a while now since his last group mission with Volcan and Team Phalanx, and it was becoming quite apparent to the Blaziken that something was definitely on the Lucario's mind. When they

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Today was about to become a rather...interesting day in Port Azure. Luke had been feeling somewhat antsy for a while now since his last group mission with Volcan and Team Phalanx, and it was becoming quite apparent to the Blaziken that something was definitely on the Lucario's mind. When they finally had a moment to themselves, he confronted Luke and asked him if he was alright, saying that he had been noticing he'd been acting rather pent up lately, which was very odd considering how often they'd share such passionate nights together. After a bit of convincing, Luke finally spilled the beans to his lover and explained to him his problem...if it could even be called a problem. Luke explained to Volcan that he'd been having lucid dreams lately about his dirty little secrets, specifically his fetish to mud or anything he could sink into, and, although hesitantly, he explained that while the act itself was something he greatly enjoyed, the idea of being in such a state of helplessness and peril was what really got him off. To be drawn into something he couldn't escape from by himself, and then pulled under with no means to save himself. After his explanation, he started to feel mildly embarrassed about it, but Volcan had re-assured him that there was nothing for him to be ashamed of; that he was allowed to be into whatever he desired, even if it was mildly disturbing to others. With that all said and done, Luke then went on to say he wanted to experience that kind of feeling again, much like when they were back in the Western Continent and were being swallowed up by shifting sands caused by a cave in below their feet. The issue now was figuring out a way to do so without really endangering themselves in such a way. Just acting out the situation wouldn't cut it for Luke. It had to feel and look genuine to him. It was at that moment, the idea came to him. Something he once suggested to Volcan when he revealed his own dirty little secret to him. "Well...we do have a master Illusionist." Were the words he said. The following day after they completed their rounds for the day, Luke had asked Hank to meet with him in private, to which he explained to Hank that he wanted to have an illusion cast on himself and Volcan where they'd be in a state of peril, which had Luke revealing to him his favourite kink to him, yet would be totally fine in the real world. Hank was a bit weirded out by Luke's request to be placed under such an illusion, but being the crafty Trickster he was, he was sure he could get it done. After all, he and his husband would have fun with his illusionary prowess from time to time, so this request wasn't something that couldn't be done. The one request that Hank had for Luke in return was for him to be patient. He would give him what he wanted, but it would be on his time and when they least expect it. He would need the time to fully prepare for the illusion and add in whatever he felt would see fit to have it meet his Team Captain's desires before he could unleash it. Once they were in agreement, they parted ways and went on with their usual routines afterward. Luke informed his Blaziken that he had talked to Hank and said he would go through with this request, though it would be sprung on his own time and when they least expected. Like Hank said, he wanted it to feel as genuine as Luke wanted, so for it to work, they had to be completely vulnerable for it to work. Days had passed...Hank was nowhere to be found and Luke was starting to feel anxious again. The build up to this happening was finally getting under his fur, and he grew more and more noticeably impatient, which was completely not in his character to be so antsy. One day he was sitting alone on the sofa at his and Volcan's home, having finished tidying it up for when his mate returned from his jobs, his tail wagging back and forth anxiously as he sat there, waiting for his beloved to return home, and also for Hank to finish up whatever preparations he needed to get this all going. "I'm home!" Volcan called from the front door as he finally returned. "Luke; you here?" Luke immediately stood up from his sofa and turned to Volcan as he walked in. "Hey love!" He called back, trotting over to properly greet him by throwing his arms around him and holding tightly. "Whoa! Missed me, eh?" Volcan asked, returning Luke's embrace. "Of course I did." Luke returned with a chuckle. "Every day we're not working together, I miss you." He added, sneaking a smooch along his neck. "How was work today, love?" "Well, Tristan blundered a little bit today, but it worked out," he said. "Though there might be a recently fallen tree not too far into the woods from here." "Oh dear...what did he do this time?" He asked with a chuckle, leading Volcan to the living room for him to take a seat on the sofa and kick back. "Pretty much the same thing Drogo did when he fought Jora," replied Volcan. "Let himself get baited and then, ka-RASH! Right into a tree. Uprooted the whole thing." Luke stifled a bit, then he suddenly burst out laughing at Tristan's folly, bending forward and clutching his gut from how hard he was laughing. "You're JOKING me!" He finally said after his laughing fit. "Oh man, that Aggron...I get that he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but come on. Not even Katsu is that gullible to fall for that." Volcan sighed and shook his head. "Yeah... Tristan's valuable to the team but if he only had a brain." Luke calmed down a little and gently caressed his arm. "Well either way, it sounds like your mission was successful." He said before he sighed and rested his head on Volcan's shoulder. "Least your day was eventful..." "You still sound bored," Volcan commented. "Nothing interesting on your end today?" "Nope." Luke returned. "STILL waiting." He added, grumbling a little. "It's been almost two weeks since I asked Hank for that request. What the hell's taking him so long?" Volcan let out a sigh. "Guess he's waiting for the right moment." He said with a shrug. "Come on; let's go for a walk. Maybe that'll clear your head." Luke nodded. "Yea, that might help." He agreed, standing up and offering Volcan his paw. "Aw who am I kidding, anything I do with you helps." He added with a laugh. Volcan laughed with him, taking his paw in his hand and walking with him out of the house. From there, they decided to walk toward the woods so they could enjoy the scenery and be in a much more relaxed scenario. Unbeknownst to the two of them though, a shadow was lurking in the trees above them, a sinister grin on his face as he watched to two of them walking through the woods. He had waited patiently for this moment. Now the opportune time to strike was at hand. As they walked through the woods, Luke looked up to his lover with a mildly concerned look. "So...you're absolutely sure you're alright with what I asked...?" He asked, still feeling he might be pulling Volcan into a situation he wouldn't like. "I said one day I'd try to help you indulge, and I meant it. Just don't know how," Volcan returned. "We've enjoyed my kinks -it's only right we try some of yours." "I know that. It's just...I know how you feel about what happened to me back then. I still want to do this, but i'm also concerned about your feelings about it as well." Luke answered. Volcan shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what I could say to reassure you..." Luke stepped around in front of Volcan and gently placed both his paws on his chest. "Well...you don't have to say anything...you could just speak with your actions\~" He replied, winking back at him. Volcan smiled back and put his arms around Luke, holding him gently. "That I could," he said. Luke grinned up at Volcan, already leaning in closer to kiss him lightly. However, something strange began to happen. He and Volcan suddenly felt light headed, and because of that, they were unable to focus on the shimmering air around them; the telltale sign of an illusion being cast around them. The light headedness felt...comfortable for some reason, as if they were suddenly extremely tired and were on the verge of falling asleep. It wouldn't be long before Luke succumbed fully to these effects and promptly fell forward onto his lover, zonking right out and quickly losing consciousness to whatever force had put him under. "What's... going on?" Volcan asked, groggily, struggling to keep himself and Luke on their feet. Luke was unable to answer, as he was already out cold in Volcan's arms and was practically dead weight to him. The feeling intensified on Volcan, further weakening his mind and causing him further fatigue until he collapsed, falling under the spell and laying on his back with Luke on top of him. From outside the illusions perimeter, a certain tribal Zoroark was snickering to himself as he nailed Luke and Volcan with his powers. "Hehehe...worked like a fucking charm." He muttered. "Now then...let's give the boss one hell of a messy peril." He muttered as he snapped his claw. \~\~\~\~\~ Luke awoke with a start, gasping as he abruptly came to and quickly sat up and frantically glanced all around him. The Lucario was still in a forest no doubt, but it wasn't any forest that he had encountered before in his life...the trees looked half dead and were lacking leaves, not to mention some of their roots were exposed as well. He groaned and rubbed his forehead, but then promptly pulled it back when he noticed something wet on his head. Looking at his paw, he could see a thick brown fluid dripping down his paw, and when he looked down at the area around him, he saw that the entire area was all muddy and loose. Through whatever means, it looked like he was now sitting in a swampy area, to as to how he got there, he couldn't even begin to remember. Try as he might, he had no recollection of how he got here, or why he was sent here. Though one thing did make him jolt when he thought about it. He remembered he was with Volcan, and looking around the immediate area, he could see no sign his lover at all. "Volcan?" He called out, rising to his feet and looking around his immediate area for any sign of him. "Love??" he called out again, louder this time, and was about to scan the area for the Blaziken with his aura sense....only to find that he couldn't! Try as he might, something was blocking his ability to sense aura. Seeing that he'd have to try and find him the old fashioned way, he began to take a step to his left, only to stop when he felt something tugging his torso. Looking down at himself, he could see a belt around his waist, with a line of chain he recognized all too well attached to the belt. "Great...Siphoning Chain." He grumbled, reaching down at the belt and trying to tear it off with his strength alone, so that he could have access to his powers again. Though try as he might, the chain held firm to the belt with no visible signs of coming off anytime soon. A thought then entered his mind. "Wait..." He muttered to himself. "This chain must lead somewhere..." He said softly, then he took the chain in his paws again and tugged at it until it went taught. To his surprise, the chain went taught quickly, and when he looked in the direction the chain came from, he immediately saw the sight of his Blaziken laying half hidden in some tall grass a few paces away from him. Feeling a wave of relief wash over him, he quickly trotted to Volcan and knelt at his side, gently lifting him up in his arms and lightly slapping his cheek. "Volcan. Hey wake up!" He said firmly to him in an attempt to rouse him from his slumber. "Huh? What?" Volcan asked as he was roused, looking around. "Hey, what's going on? Where are we?" "I don't know..." Luke answered back. "I'm just as confused as you love...one moment we were alone together, then...everything just went black, and I woke up with a belt and a link of siphoning chain around it..." He explained, holding up the chain that seemed to link Volcan and Luke together. "Whoever did this to us is in for a world of pain when we get this off," Volcan said in a low growl. "I hear you love...though right now, we need to focus on A. Finding a way out of this swamp, and B. Finding some way to get these belts off our waists." He returned, standing tall and helping Volcan to his feet, brushing off some of the mud on his back. As he wiped it off his body, he then felt something along the side of the belt. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was yet another length of Siphoning Chain attached to the belt. "...Hey what the." He muttered as he walked around Volcan and tugged at the chain. "There's another link here." He said, tugging it until it was taught. "Wha? Then who else is attached to this thing?" Volcan asked, looking over his shoulder to follow the link. To both of their surprises, the line led them to not one, but THREE other individuals they recognized easily. A certain Samurott built like a brick wall, a Zoroark dressed in Tribal garb, and a Sceptile wearing armbands on his upper arms that bore the insignia of Team Kama. All three of them were laying unconscious, and all of them had belts with lengths of Siphoning Chain attached to them, linking them all together like a chain gang. "Katsu?!" Luke cried out. "Hank! Sickle!!" He said as he quickly ran over to their sides and began to try and rouse them. "Ugh..." Sickle was the first to move. "Anybody get the name of that Tyrantrum that stepped on me?" He asked rhetorically as he tried to open his eyes. "Oooff...seconded.." Hank spoke up, rubbing his forehead and slowly opening his eyes. "Feels like I was put through a garbage press..." Katsu was the last to rise, groaning deeply as he rolled to his side before pushing himself up on his forearms. He shook his head a little to gain his bearings and groggily opened his eyes to see he was in unfamiliar territory. "...What in the...?" He muttered. "What sorcery is this? This isn't my lakeside abode!" "We're just as confused as you, pal," Volcan called out to him. Once they were all back on their feet and fully awake, Luke explained to them what happened and how they ended up here, or rather, how they didn't remember how they ended up here. Hank piped up first after Luke finished speaking. "Yea I had the same thing happen to me. Lizard Boy here and I were just enjoying the day together and all of a sudden...BOOM. Lights out." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Last I remember was I was taking a late afternoon swim in my lake as I waited for Serena to arrive. We were about to undergo yet another date together." the large Samurott added. "Instead I find myself all soaked in this muck and bound by Siphoning Chain in the middle of nowhere....Whoever is responsible for this transgression shall feel the fury of my blades!" He announced loudly. "And that goes double for me!" Volcan added. "Katsu, Volcan. Focus." Luke instructed them firmly. "Save your revenge speeches for when we find the culprit. Right now, our biggest priority is to find a way out of this swamp and get these chains off us, so we can have access to our abilities again." Luke stated. "Well that's all well and good, but where do we fuckin start?" Hank asked. "There's nothin but dead trees and cloudy skies man. We're in a land we don't even know is on the fuckin map." "Maybe so, but Volcan and I have been in this situation before when we were teleported to the Western Continent. Let's see if we can find a path to follow, then go from there." Luke instructed. "Luke's right; we need to keep our heads," Sickle agreed. "Freaking out now gets us nowhere." "Aye." Katsu agreed with a firm nod. "Let us find a safe path out of this decrepit forest." "Yea what he said." Hank agreed. "Alright..." Luke returned with nod once everyone was in agreement. "We'll have to be extra careful since we don't have our powers. That said, since we're all chained up, we won't lose one another as we travel." He looked to Volcan. "You take point, I'll watch your back. Everyone else stay behind us, stay close and keep your senses sharp." He instructed. "We don't know what awaits us in this swamp." "And watch your footing; the ground here looks slick," Volcan added as he searched for a safe path to walk on. True to his word, the ground was indeed very slick and loose. One misstep would cause them to slip and fall flat on their faces or backsides. Thankfully to pokemon like Sickle and Volcan, who had clawed feet, keeping their balance was easier for them to accomplish, but for Luke, Katsu and Hank, they had to be extremely careful as to where they stepped or risk falling and taking everyone else with them. Their trek would have them traversing deeper into the dead forest, the air filled with sounds they didn't recognize, nor feel comfortable hearing. As if the fauna in this realm weren't even pokemon in the first place. On and on they trekked, Once or twice having to wade through small pools of swamp water, but fortune would soon smile upon them for their troubles as Volcan saw a path ahead of them. A crudely put together path, lined with uneven rocks and sticks, but it was a path nonetheless. "Alright, this looks like something. Let's go," he urged, leading the others on. "Which way though?" Hank asked. "Damn thing goes both ways. What's to say the way we choose is the right way?" Luke glanced up to Volcan with a small smirk. "Well, when in doubt..." He said, prompting Volcan to continue his sentence. "Turn left," Volcan finished, chuckling. Hank and Katsu looked at them rather oddly for a moment, unsure if that was really something to practically go by. Nevertheless they shook the thought out of their minds and Katsu spoke up. "Then left is where we shall head." He returned. "Let us proceed." They fell into their line again, Volcan taking the lead with Luke right behind him, followed by Sickle, Hank and Katsu bringing up the rear. The path was very uneven, but at the very least it was stable ground for them to traverse. Should any of them misstep, they'd be able to catch themselves before they fell. The path they went on soon started to look more and more unsafe as they continued. They were now along a shallow incline to their left, and tree roots were tangled up along the stones of the path. "Starting to look more like we should have gone the other way..." Luke muttered as they carefully stepped over the roots that threatened to trip them if they weren't careful. "Should we turn back?" Volcan asked. "Well we've come this far already...that and if we try to turn around, we'll have to do so in a way that doesn't tangle us up." Luke replied, then looked back to Sickle and weakly chuckle. "If it weren't for these chains, I imagine you'd be able to clear these roots no problem, eh?" "Without a sweat," replied Sickle. "I could carve us through here easily." "Well, technically we still can...I mean...I have claws and the big man behind us has his swords....We could just cut our way through ourselves." Hank suggested. Luke's ears pricked up at that notion, suddenly remembering they had a swordsman in their group. He slapped his paw to his head and rolled his eyes. "Doi, I'm an idiot." He muttered before he looked to Hank and nodded. "Good call, Hank." He complimented before he motioned for Katsu to approach them. "Swap places with Volcan and take point. The rest of us will move out of the way for you." "Aye." Katsu returned, slowly making his way over to the front of the group so he could help clear the way for them. As he walked though, his ear flicked as if he heard something coming from their right, turning his head to see what the source of the noise was. What happened next was a shock to all of them. They were suddenly being swarmed by bats that had shot out of a nearby cave, screeching as if something had spooked them from within its dark confines. They all had to shield themselves from the bats as they screeched and practically flew through the group. Katsu especially was surprised by the bats to the point where he took a step back and stumbled over one of the roots behind him and cried out in surprise as he teetered back over the edge of the slope, tumbling down the slope and landing at the bottom of the incline with a thick, wet plop. The others were dragged off of their feet as a result of Katsu's folly, landing on their sides and dragged to the edge of the incline, getting covered in mud and sticks, but still on the higher ground at least. "Well that could've gone better," Volcan commented when the bats were finally gone. "Wonder what spooked all those Zubat?" "Well if I were a gamblin man, I'd say some weird sound from within the cave close to their location would do the trick. Zubat are pretty easily spooked by that kinda shit." Hank commented. "Katsu, you okay?" Sickle called. "Aye!" He called back. "Just a bit bruised, but fine nonetheless." He returned. "Can you get back up here?" Luke called down to him. "If I use my blades, then perhaps so." The Samurott replied as he went to lift his arm up to grasp one of his swords. ...Except he couldn't... "What in the?" He asked softly, noticing that he couldn't pull his arm up to grasp at his Seamitar on the opposite arm. He looked down and noticed that half of his body was submerged in some very thick, very viscous muck, and his eyes widened in alarm when he noticed that his body was slowly being devoured by the muck. In a panicked frenzy, he suddenly began to struggle to pull his limbs free, but to no avail. He was trapped! "I-I am stuck!!" He called out suddenly to the others. "I cannot pull myself free!!" Hank looked over and noticed Katsu's predicament. "Oh shit! Guys, he's stuck in Quicksand!!" He exclaimed. "He's sinking! We gotta pull him out!" Volcan said, urgently. "Already on it man!" Hank said as he was already tugging at his chain to try and get his ally free from his dilemma. Luke was quick to follow, growling as he used every ounce of strength he had to try and free the Mighty Glacier of his team. To their own dismay, despite them all working together, they couldn't even get Katsu to budge. He was far too heavy and still slowly sinking into the quivering pit, small thick bubbles popping around him as he sank deeper into the molasses like grip that held him firm. To top of all off, they were also slowly being dragged down the slope as a result of Katsu sinking. The Samurott was now shoulder deep and frantically looking around for some way to free himself, but he found no way to do so, and without his powers, he couldn't liquify the quicksand and make it more fluid and watery for him to escape with ease. "Forget about me, my comrades!! Save yourselves!!" He called out to them, having to tilt his head back as the quicksand began to swallow what was left of him. "Break your chains! C-Continue on without m-mpph!!" He tried to say before the muck filled his mouth, and he slowly disappeared from view completely into the thick mass. "No, this can't be happening!" Volcan exclaimed defiantly, pulling harder on his chain. "Oh shit shit SHIT!!" Hank would exclaim as he was next to be dragged into the pit, dropping in from a small ledge of the pit knee deep and already being pulled toward where Katsu last was. "Fuck! Not like this man, not like this!!" He further exclaimed, defiantly struggling against the pull of the quicksand, but all that did was delay the inevitable, and he was slowly brought to his waist by the time he was at the center of the pit. "Guys! Little help here!!" "Hang on, Hank!" Sickle called, turning back to the ground behind him and grabbing onto it with his claws, attempting to anchor himself and the others while Luke and Volcan kept pulling. "Damnit how thick IS this stuff??" Luke growled as he and Volcan kept trying to pull the Zoroark and the submerged Samurott free. He was NOT about to lose his comrades to this patch of bog. He looked to his left and noticed a root he could grasp onto, reaching out and grabbing it with paw, hoping that would help to anchor him down as well. Despite their efforts, Hank was still being consumed, with only his head and an arm above the surface. He looked at Sickle with a grim expression before he put on a weak smirk for him. "Well...I guess this is it, Lizard man..." He said in a regretful tone, a small tear running down his cheek. "No! Come on Hank, keep trying! We can pull you out!" Sickle called back, clawing at the ground for purchase as he tried to keep them all from going under. He shook his head slowly, tilting it back as he was further sucked down. "I'll....be thinking of ya...on the other side..." He said as he prepared to accept his fate, taking a deep breath as he slowly went under next, only his claw remained above the surface and waved a bit in a feeble attempt to grasp at something to save him from his demise, but soon his claw went under, leaving only a mass of bubbles in his place. Now both members of Luke's team had sunk...Only Sickle, Volcan and himself remained and they were still being pulled toward the pit ever so slowly. "D-Damnit, No!" Luke whimpered, clenching his eyes shut as the reality set in for him. "This can't be how it ends!" Volcan growled defiantly. No sooner did he say that, Luke's branch began to crack, then snapped entirely, causing him to yelp in surprise as he barrelled right into Sickle, causing him to lose his grip and have them both splash into the quicksand at the same time! "Damnit!" Luke exclaimed in horror. "S-Sickle I'm sorry!" "Not your fault," Sickle assured him. "Come on; climb out, before you sink too deep!" The Sceptile urged him, trying to get him back to the shore where Volcan was still trying to pull them back out. "I'm trying!" Luke cried out in return, trying to move his arms and legs to escape the quicksand with Sickle and get back to solid ground. Alas, the muck wasn't making it easy for them. It clung to them like super glue, and every movement only served to tire them out faster and draw them closer toward where Hank and Katsu met their ends. Luke looked back in fright as he found himself being pulled to the center, then looked back to Volcan, desperately lifting a paw up to try and reach out to him, despite being out of reach. "Luke!" Volcan called, the horrors from the West Continent replaying in his mind as he once more saw his lover being dragged to his doom as before, desperately still trying to pull him out even as the Blaziken's feet reached the ledge. In another second, he'd be dragged in as well. "Well crap..." Sickle said painfully as the bog had now risen up his neck to below his chin. "So this is how it ends, huh? Not exactly the heroic end I envisioned..." He said as he eyed Luke sadly. "Was fun... meeting you, handsome..." were his last words before he too was pulled beneath. "SICKLE!!" Luke cried out as he watched his friend sink under as well, tears freely rolling down his cheeks as images flashed through his mind of how they met, how they became close friends, and especially the night where he helped him open his heart back up and helped him find love once more. He was soon brought out of his trance when he noticed his chest spike was being consumed. Soon he would follow Sickle and the others into the quicksand, joining them in their their mucky tomb. "V-Volcan...!" Luke cried out to his lover as he elevated his gaze to look back at him. "T-Try to break your chain! Save yourself!" He stated desperately. "I can't..." Volcan returned, tears forming in his eyes. "Even if I could break it, I'm not leaving you all here. Either all of us leave or none of us do..." His feet slid over the edge, and into the quicksand he fell, sinking almost immediately up to his knees and losing his balance to fall onto his backside, which of course only sank him deeper. "Gah... this sucks on so many levels," he growled, squirming instinctively to try and get free. "Please love, there's still a chance for you!" Luke pleaded desperately. "Pull yourself free!" He added, the quicksand now resting at his shoulders, grimacing as thick bubbles popped and splashed his face. "Doesn't this scenario seem familiar?" Volcan asked defeatedly as he sank deeper. "How I was spouting this same thing to you out west, and you refused to abandon me?" Luke froze for a moment, remembering back to the west continent where they were in a similar situation, when they both were caught in the dry sinkhole and Luke refused to abandon Volcan despite their impending doom. He grimaced slightly and flattened his ears as he stifled a sob. "...I-I remember..." Luke admitted softly. "I guess...I'd be a hypocrite to ask the same of you...." He said defeatedly, only his head from the neck up was visible with one paw above the surface. Volcan pushed forward, reaching out with his talon to grasp Luke's paw, and with all of his strength, pulled the Lucario up to his level, embracing him as they sank deeper. "At least in our last moments... I'll still get to hold you," he said, resting his head on Luke's shoulder as he embraced him as tightly as he had the day Luke had proposed to him. The Lucario clung instinctively to Volcan as he was pulled forward and held, his bottom lip quivering as tears freely rolling down his cheeks as they soon approached chest depth, thanks to the Blaziken pulling him more to his level when he grabbed him. "...I'm so sorry, my love..." He whimpered, nuzzling his cheek softly. Volcan shushed him gently. "I love you," he said in a final whisper as the mud rose to their chins. "I-I love you too..." He whimpered as he lifted his chin slightly. "...Goodbye...my husband." He said before he went in for a kiss, their last kiss together as the quicksand slowly worked their way up their heads... Their lips met just as the sand finished consuming them...The last thing going their minds being the day they came forward with their feelings and confessed their love to one another...Deeper and deeper they sank, joining their comrades in their thick, sludgy grave, everything slowly fading into darkness as they began to drown... \*SNAP\* Luke and Volcan suddenly awoke with a start, the former gasping for air as if he had just held his breath for an eternity. He rolled off of Volcan and grasped his chest as he gulped in fresh air, then slowly began to calm down and squinted open his eyes, seeing the twilight sky above him, as the sun was now starting to set over the horizon. He sat up, and looked around his surroundings, noticing he was back in familiar territory again. He was back in the forest where Volcan and he were taking a stroll to get his mind off of waiting for... "...Hank's Illusion..." Luke whispered, then he started to grin a bit. "You damned, sneaky fox..." He then looked over to Volcan, quickly crawling to his side and helping him sit up. "Hey, you alright?" "I am so very confused," Volcan remarked, a cross-eyed expression on his face. "What the fuck just happened?" "Yoooohooo!" Came a familiar voice, prompting them both to look up and see Hank reclining against a thick tree branch high above them. "Thank you for flying Zoro Airlines. Please stow all tray tables away and disembark at the nearest exit." He joked, grinning at the both of them from his resting spot. Volcan looked up at Hank blankly before his gaze fell back to Luke. "...So, I guess he did it, finally." Shaking off his earlier confusion he smirked at Luke. "And, how are you feeling? "Well...honestly?" Luke returned, smiling back at Volcan. "VERY relaxed...and quite relieved too." "In more ways than one!" Hank called down, pointing to Luke, which made him look down between his legs and noticed a rather sticky mess between them, making him blush in embarrassment. "I guess so." Luke said sheepishly, then glanced back to his lover. "And what about you?" "Well..." Volcan blinked. "I really don't know what to feel. I thought we were goners and it turns out to all be fake. I mean," he looked up at Hank. "I knew he was going to do it, but not when. So... for a moment I thought it was real." He patted his chest. "Heart still thinks so; it's going a mile a minute." Suddenly a pair of green claws appeared over his eyes. "Guess who?" "AH!" Volcan jumped so violently he launched himself off of the ground, nearly striking the very tree limb upon which Hank rested, before falling back to earth once again. Getting over the initial shock, he whipped around, looking at the Sceptile behind him. "Wait... you were actually here?!" He asked. "Of course I was," Sickle returned, grinning smugly. "Think I'd miss out on a chance to see what gives Luke 'wet' dreams?" He gestured to the Lucario. Luke blushed heavily at his claim, instinctively closing his legs and smiling sheepishly. "W-Well...now you know." Luke replied. "I'm sorry if it was so weird for you, Sickle." "You forget I'm into some 'weird' stuff myself," reminded Sickle. "Nothing fazes me." "More power to you then, my friend.." Came another deeper voice, causing Luke to turn around and see Katsu behind him, standing on all fours and scratching his whiskers a little. "Wait, you were there too??" Luke asked. "But...I thought....when did you...?" The Samurott chuckled heartily at Luke's reaction. "My dear friend and Captain...It was Hank that came to me about helping you relieve some tension you were experiencing, and that he asked Sickle to assist in doing so as well." He explained, then he shot Hank a bit of a dirty look. "Although I was not expecting to end up drowning in a patch of quicksand...something he failed to inform me about..." Hank whistled innocently, rolling his eyes back a bit and idly swinging his leg back and forth. Katsu grumbled a little, but continued. "Well regardless...I am glad that I now know you are relieved of your tension. Should thou ever require my assistance again, I will gladly help you once again." "...I didn't think you were into that kinda stuff, Katsu." Luke pointed out. "I am not, but as your guardian, I will willingly put aside my concerns to assist you again. 'Tis what I promised you when I first joined Team Valiant." He answered. "If my mind gets blown any further, I think my head is going to go blastoff," Volcan remarked, putting one talon to his head. "Until Sickle jumped me, I thought you both were just part of the illusion..." "That's how fucking good I am at what I do, birdbrain!" Hank called down with a snicker, then let himself fall off the branch and landed gracefully on all fours before standing tall again, jabbing a claw at himself confidently. "They don't call me the Trickster just cause it sounds cute." "Well you certainly took your time..." Luke retorted. "Seriously, I knew you needed time, but TWO weeks??" "Hey, it was an intricate Illusion. I needed the time to properly play out the scenario in my head until I was able to get it down pat." He said with a shrug. "I guess that makes sense," remarked Volcan, shrugging. Luke pushed himself to his feet and sighed softly, looking at the three that were part of the illusion and smiling warmly at them all. "Well in any case, thank you all..." He said, scratching the back of his head a little. "Perhaps maybe we can do this again sometime." "Eh, I'm down to do another, but it'll take time\~" Hank returned teasingly. "Gotta make each scenario unique and all....unless anyone wants to pitch in and offer THEIR ideas." He openly offered. "Well, I know something else these two are into," Sickle remarked, looking at Luke and Volcan deviously, causing both of them to blush with embarrassment. "Oh yea? Lay it on me, lizard boy." He returned. "We just explored my boss' kinks, might as well form a que and spill the beans." He said, then snickered playfully. "Man I could make a killing turning this into a business..." "M-M-Maybe another time," Volcan stammered. Though Sickle did know what he was into, he didn't want word of it getting out to everyone yet... But Sickle wasn't letting up. "Yanno those vines of mine I sprout with frenzy plant?" Sickle asked, making Volcan go beet red. "Well, Volcan especially gets of-MPH!" He was cut off as Volcan shot towards him like a lightning bolt and clapped a talon over his mouth. "PUTACORKINIT!!!" He babbled hastily. Luke, Katsu and Hank all laughed hysterically at Volcan's attempt to shut Sickle up, but by now it was too late. Hank had heard enough to know what Volcan liked. "Alright, alright, I can dig that. What about you, Brawn for Brains?" He asked looking to Katsu. It was the Samurott's turn to blush in embarrassment as he was asked what his dirty little secret was, making him turn his head away slightly and grimace a bit. "E-Erm..." He said softly, struggling to find the right words to say. "...Wow...I've never seen you so flustered before." Luke teased. "Must be pretty naughty if it has you this speechless." "L-Luke please!" Katsu bade him, then he cleared his throat and let out a sigh. "Well...If I had to choose...I suppose my deepest secret that I....get off on, for lack of a better term...would be rough intercourse..." He admitted. "As in...my partner being insistently rough with me...to the point of wounding me." Hank's cocky demeanour dropped almost instantly when he heard that, staring at the Samurott wordlessly before he spoke. "...Wait...you're a masochist?" He asked suddenly, then he started bursting out laughing and clutched his chest as he laughed. "DUDE!! C'mon, that's fucking TAME compared to what these guys are into!!" Hank blurted out. "I mean...you're into pain! These guys like playing with their LIVES! That takes balls!" "You are in the way wrong partnership to indulge in that," Volcan remarked, imagining Katsu and Serena together, but unable to depict the Vaporeon doing anything remotely resembling 'rough'. "I am aware...but I love Serena the way she is. I would never ask her to change just because one thing I am into. As long as she is happy, that is enough for me." Katsu returned. "Well then, if masochism is what you want, I could squeeze that in too." Hank returned. "So let's see....We got Vines, Masochism, Quicksand...What about you, Lizard boy? You never mentioned yours...or is it the same as birdbrain there?" "More, I like to be the one to do it," replied Sickle. "While I go over the many different ways I can wrap someone up in vines growing off my back... yeah, that turns me on." He shrugged. "Dunno if there's a word for that -not sure 'bondage' fits." "And what about you, Hank?" Volcan asked. "The rest of us are spillin' our guts. Your turn." Hank grinned. "Well, unlike you, Chicken legs, I ain't ashamed in what I like." "I-I'm not ashamed!" Volcan protested, crossing his arms and averting his gaze. "I just have a submissive side... And extreme one." He laughed at that. "Whatever you say, pal. Never really took you for a subby lil' bitch-" He paused when he saw Luke shoot him a warning glare for his remark, making Hank backtrack a bit. "But hey! Who am I to judge, right?" He added, laughing nervously before he put his claw to his cheek.. "Jeez though, where to begin...there's so many that I like...." He said with a chuckle, then clapped his claws together. "Aight. I got it. My biggest secret iiiiiiisss..." He paused for dramatic effect before he continued. "...Getting the life choked outta me SO fucking hard, it like my head's about ta pop off. Oohhh....makes me shiver just thinkin about all the times ol Gexie does that to me...Truly an Apex predator he is." He said with a grin. "...So you're into asphyxiation," Volcan stated, clearly having expected something else with the way Hank had made it seem so dramatic. "Yup! That and so many other things. That was just ONE of the things I'm into." He added. "Wanna know more? Pay up pal. I take anything embarrassing to admit or other sexy kinks as payment." "...And I thought you were trying to change everyone's image on Zoroarks, Hank." Katsu stated in mild jest. "Hey, if you're good at something, never do it for free." Hank replied. "Well, perhaps another time we can indulge in everyone's secrets with Hank's help. For now..." Luke strode toward Volcan and gently wrapped his arm around his waist. "What say we get cleaned up and enjoy a hearty meal together...?" "Sounds good to me," agreed Volcan, nodding to Luke. "Mind if I bum in for some grub?" Hank asked. "I think I deserve a little sumthin fer makin yer wildest dreams come true." He added with a grin. "Hmmmmm...." Luke hummed in thought, then he shrugged. "Ah well the hell...I've been wanting to flex my culinary muscles for a while now." He admitted. "Sure, you can have some too. In fact, might as well invite you all to dinner." He added. Katsu smiled. "That sounds like a splendid idea...so long as Volcan is content with it." "I'm fine with it, of course," returned Volcan, smiling and nodding. "Then let us all feast on Luke's Legendary culinary masterpieces!" Katsu exclaimed. The Lucario chuckled and blushed a bit. "They're not THAT legendary..." He said, then nodded and began to walk to his and Volcan's house. "Well come on then. Dinner's not going to cook itself." He bade them as he led the group to his house, wearing the most content smile on his face as he thought of delicacies to make for his friends and his beloved.

Keeping Secrets by Midnight Silence

Author Comments: This is my first ever finished story. Like all my work, I'm none too proud of it, but I uploaded it due to requests from a friend. May continue it, maybe not, depends on the response it gets I guess. At any rate, hope you enjoy it. * * * "Hey, wait up!" Nate shouted through the

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Author Comments: This is my first ever finished story. Like all my work, I'm none too proud of it, but I uploaded it due to requests from a friend. May continue it, maybe not, depends on the response it gets I guess. At any rate, hope you enjoy it. --- "Hey, wait up!" Nate shouted through the hall. He sped up to catch Matt before he walked out the door. "Oh hey Nate! I thought you left already." Matt rubbed the back of his head and smiled lazily. "Of course not silly, I was talking to Lily." Lily was Nate's popular, cheerleader, gorgeous, perfect girlfriend. Nate smiled back and grabbed Matt's paw, dragging him back down the hall. "Wait with me at my locker, kay? I've gotta get a few books." "Sure thing..." Matt drifted off as he was drug through the hall. He was only paying attention now to Nate's embrace on his paw, almost like they were holding hands. He felt so warm and welcoming, but Matt knew it was wrong for him to be thinking this about his friend. He quickly pulled himself back to reality before his thoughts got any more intimate. He stood for a minute by Nate at his locker while he searched for his books and papers. Nate was a slender fox, his fur ranging in color from a burnt sienna to a neon orange, and his ears fading to a beautiful tar black at the tips. He stood about five and a half feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds. He didn't have much muscle on him, but there was no fat either, just a nice petite little body. Matt had a decent body himself, although typical of most huskies in his school. He was slightly muscled, and stood at almost six feet tall. His fur was very unique, being a brigh silver color that faded into a stunning light purple from his shoulders down his arms, his tail, his face, and his belly. "So, I was thinking, how'd you like to spend the night at my house tonight? We could play some Killer Instinct and shoot some pool and whatnot." Nate was packing his things into his bag now. "Uh, sure, but I don't have any stuff, and thanks to you I don't have a ride home to get anything. And isn't Killer Instinct like ancient?" "That's fine, my mom can give you a ride I'm sure, and I've got a spare matress. As for clothing, you'll either have to try some of my clothes on, or sleep in the nude." Nate laughed as he wrapped an arm around Matt's shoulder and they approached his mom's car. Matt however blused deeply under his silver fur at the mention of being seen nude by his friend. "And just for your information, KI's a classic." They made their way into the silver car and Nate made sure Matt could get a ride with them and spend the night. Once his mom agreed they were on their way to Nate's, which was only a few minutes away from their school. The car ride was a quiet one, but once they arrived the two took off to Nate's room in a flash and immediately began chattering away. Nate plugged in the old SNES and started up the game. They picked their characters, Cinder for Nate and Glacius for Matt. They fought each other for an hour straight, the conversation ranging from teachers to student gossip to their plans for the summer, when finally Matt grew tired of it. "Hey, what else you got to do here? This is getting repetitive." Matt set the controller down and walked around the room staring at various things. "Well, we can shoot a few games of pool, go get soemthin to eat, watch a movie..." "Let's watch some movies! Which ones ya got?" "Uhh..." Nate flipped through a stack of discs looking for something good. "Wanna watch Pirates?" he said, holding up a dvd. "Yeah sure!" Matt sat there as Nate popped in the disc. He found himself staring intently at his friend's ass as he bent over and his mind began to drift back to those thoughts of being alone and initmate with Nate. He quickly snapped out of it however as Nate turned around and gave him a quick look, before shaking his head and getting things back on subject. "Hey man, you hungry? I've got some snacks downstairs if ya want." "Uh, yeah. Want me to come with you to help carry stuff?" "Naw, that'll be fine, just stay here. I'll be back in a bit." And with that, Nate was on his way downstairs, leaving Matt alone in the room. He looked around a bit before he found his mind starting to return to thoughts of his fox friend. It was only recently that Matt had realized that he was gay, but he still wasn't at terms with himself about it. He kept telling himself it was wrong to think this way about other guys, yet he still couldn't stop himself from doing it. He knew as well that nothing would ever be the same if he accepted it and other people found out about it. Everything about it seemed so wrong, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't handle the fact that he was increasingly fantasizing about these guys, to the point where he was now even having dreams about them. He just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he could look at a guy and look at him for nothing more than that. Back before when he could hang around his friend without feeling awkward. He wanted to just be able to stop loving him. Deep down, however, his real desire was just for Nate to love him back... Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a bag of Doritos thrown in his face. "Hey! What was that for?!" "You looked like a zombie or somethin'. Making sure you were still awake!" He flashed a smile before hopping on his bed and opening another bag of chips. The movie began and they chowed down on the snacks for an hour or so before they began to get tired. They layed down and chatted about quizzical things for a bit before they both faded into their sleep... --- *...Nate walked into his room with nothing but a thin silk robe on and smiled at Matt, who was laying down Nate's bed, covered only by a sheet draped over his hips. Nate began walking seductively towards Matt, slowly allowing the robe to slide off his smooth body. He stood a foot or so away from Matt, and ran a paw down his chest and towards his groin. The sheet over him did little to hide Matt's arousal and Nate noticed this, moving towards it. He pulled the sheets back and smiled as he focused his attention now to Matt's face. He looked at Matt passionately before leaning overtop of him and moving his muzzle towards his friend's. He puckered his lips and leaned in, inches away from kissing him, but instead Matt felt a harsh paw thud against the side of his head. He looked at Nate, dumbstruck by his action. All Nate did was land a few more punches to Matt's stomach before walking to his doorway. He turned around and looked back at Matt. 'You faggot. I never want to see your face again.' With those last words he walked out of the room, leaving Matt doubled over on Nate's bed, blood beginning to drip from the side of his face...* Matt jolted up from his slumber with tears streaming down his face. It was pitch black around him and everything was thick and silent. He sat there in the silence and just let himself cry, trying not to make too much noise. All he could do was hate himself. Hate himself for feeling like that about his friend. Hate himself for keeping his true feelings secret from him. Hate himself for being gay. Hate himself for...well...*being* himself. Silently he sat, arms wrapped around his knees and head in his arms, tears staining his usually bright and cheerful face, for around ten minutes straight, before he heard a noise beside him. It was then he realized he had been crying audibly, too upset to hold back his sobs. His friend rolled over and looked at the miserable heap of fur on the mattress beside him. Matt however was too absorbed into his crying to look up. "M-matt...?" Nate rubbed his eyes and blinked, trying to adjust to the dark. "Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?" Nate was still halfway asleep and it obviously helped none to have woken up at who-knows-when to the sound and sight of your best friend in the world crying like a worthless nobody beside you. Matt tried to say something between his gasps for air but nothing came out. Nate moved over beside him and groggily wrapped an arm around Matt's shoulder, only to be smacked away and thrown backwards against his bed. "Don't touch me!" Matt shouted as he smacked his friend away. Mere seconds later his entire expression changed. He looked up at Nate, his face now shocked and devastated. His eyes quivered pleadingly as he looked at his friend, as if to say *I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean that...* Before Nate even had a chance to respond and let him know he was forgiven, Matt broke down again. He went back into his hysterical crying and turned his back to Nate. He couldn't even bear to look anywhere near him, too ashamed of what he had done. They sat there for about twenty minutes before Nate felt Matt had calmed down enough to talk to. "Matt...what's wrong? I'm your best friend, I have been for almost ten years, you should know by now that I'm here for you. No matter what it is, I'm here for you. Please tell me." "I'm so sorry Nate. For what I did, for what I've thought, and for treating you like that when you were trying to help me. I'm such a terrible person..." "Matt, it's fine. None of it ever even phased me. I just want to know what's wrong. I don't think I've ever even seen you cry before. Please...just tell me what's wrong." When Matt looked up into those adorable pleading eyes, he couldn't take it anymore. The time had come now to confess. He just couldn't keep it pent up inside him any more. "Nate...I think I'm...well..." Matt swallowed back his pain and his tears once more, to let out the four words he dreaded to even hear himself say... "I think I'm gay." He immediately flinched and hid his face from Nate, remembering the events of his dream. However, it was Nate who looked like he had been punched in the gut. His expression turned to pure shock as he just sat there, staring at his friend. Matt timidly turned his face to look back at Nate, wondering now if telling him was the right choice. Nate still couldn't say anything to him however, even though deep down he was alright with it. Matt however could do nothing more, he just sat there in the dark and stared at Nate's face in the moonlight, hoping for some form of approval. A few minutes passed before he got it. "I...I don't know what to say..." Nate stared into Matt's eyes with a suddenly puzzled look. "Why would you even think that? Are you sure?" "Well for one, I...well...I think I have a crush on you." It still hurt for him to say all of this out loud, but at the same time it felt so much better to not have to hide it inside himself any more. "You...have a crush on me?" Nate blushed. "So I'm guessing you aren't attracted to any girls then, right?" "Yeah..." Matt felt ashamed to say these things but there was nothing he could do to change who he was. "I hate myself right now. It feels so wrong, and I just wish I could change things to normal like they used to be." He looked down into his lap again. "Are we...are we still cool? I mean...I really don't want this to change our friendship..." "Yeah, of course! You should know me better than that! Just because I didn't say anything at first doesn't mean I'm not okay with it. I was just sorta...shocked. I really didn't see this coming. But we're definitely still cool. It won't change a thing, I promise. I'll be here for you the whole way." Matt looked into his friend's eyes. His expression was sincere, and caring. He could tell just by looking at his face that he meant it. "Thank you so much Nate, you don't know how much I've wanted to hear you say that!" He suddenly beamed a little and hugged Nate tightly, before pulling back and blushing. "Oh...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that..." His eyes wandered back to the floor. "It's fine, just as long as you keep in mind I'm not gay." Nate smiled at him and hugged him back. "So you feeling better now?" Matt wiped the last few tears from his fur and smiled. "Yeah, I think I'll be fine now. I feel a lot better getting that off my chest." He yawned. "I'm exhausted now though. Hope you don't mind me going back to sleep already." He laughed. "Already? Awwww...and we were having such a great moment too!" He laughed back at him. "Guess I should get back to bed now too, we can talk about this tomorrow." He looked at his clock, seeing it was a little past two o' clock. "Er...later today. That is, if you want to." "We'll see..." Matt let out another long yawn. "Goodnight Nate." "Night Matt..." Nate got back on his bed and rolled over, drifting off to sleep.

A Hard Lesson • art/story collab with Lumi by khakidoggy

Another collaboration with the excellent artist Lumi wherein our young hustler is in the company of his History teacher, a man who, despite clearly having a taste for young flesh, has a valuable lesson to teach our young hero... This piece went through a couple of iterations. Initially it was going

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*Neither the artist nor the writer endorses or glorifies the events herein depicted, except for the valuable life philosophy. Play safe and enjoy.* **"A Hard Lesson" by [Lumi](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lumi) & [Khaki](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/osfer)** Mr. Carlisle is a weird one. I don't mean that he's a sex freak. Unless you count him banging his student on the sly in the principal's office every two weeks. Obviously I don't consider that weird; if anything, he's one of my most mainstream clients. Average guy, average body, average attitude, average dick and average appetite. He's not one for foreplay, and certainly not for surprises. The most exciting part of my biweekly sessions with Mr. Carlisle is guessing what position he'd like to do it in, and once he's nuzzled his dick under my tail (always wrapped neatly in a prophylactic) I can kind of just zone out until he's done. And that's not poor customer service, I'll have you know! I've tried stuff. Dirty talk, pushing back, suggesting different positions, moaning, even the upsell, trying to convince him to ditch the rubber and enjoy me as nature intended. He just plain doesn't like it. He wants to get his dick inside me and do his thing till he gets off. Sounds depressing, doesn't it? Sure it does. Except it ain't. See, you don't know Mr. Carlisle. I didn't, when we first struck our arrangement. I'm a pretty decent student, and although History isn't my strong suit, my grades are fine. It helps that Mr. Carlisle's a good teacher; he's patient, clearly interested in what he's talking about, and he speaks as if what he's saying actually matters. After class he asked to see me later in the week, assured me there wasn't anything wrong, and when we met, over a cup of tea, he asked how long I'd been having sex for money. Yeah. Way to lead with a softball, Mr. C. After he gave me a napkin for the tea I'd spit over my shirt he had this whole speech prepared about how he admired my entrepreneurial spirit - I've actually heard that line before a few times and I kinda dig it - and whether he could call on my services from time to time. Apparently he used to have an arrangement with a college dropout who had a habit of calling him 'daddy' during sex, which he didn't like, and who was involved in a drug bust, which was the last straw. So he'd been without sex for a few months, and it was starting to affect him. It would take me quite a few sessions before I understood what he meant by that. I hope you're not surprised I took the deal, by the way. The money's good, he's a sane kinda guy, low-maintenance and when I consider some of the shit I let guys do to me for less money, a simple clothes-on-standing-up-twenty-five-minute fuck in the principal's office is positively relaxing. But what I came to understand about Mr. Carlisle is this: he has his shit together better than anyone I've ever met. He lives alone. Once a month he has dinner with a diner's club he belongs to. His hobbies include restoring old rangefinder cameras, he takes evening classes in Italian and he goes on weekend trips to museums and libraries across the country in his old but reliable Citroën. You'd think this was a guy who's run away from every challenge and opportunity in his life and huddled quietly in the corner snuggling the security blanket of obscurity, a guy who tries to coast through life without conflict or thrill. You'd think that. You'd be so wrong. Mr. Carlisle knows himself. That's really, really important to understand. "Know what you do and why you do it," as he puts it, that's his highest principle. He does what he likes doing and doesn't do what he doesn't like doing, and fuck, I should be damn lucky if I wind up as with-it as he is. He knows what he needs. He needs to keep his mind busy, so he takes classes and reads books. He needs to contribute, so he teaches. He needs social contact, so he has hobbies and clubs. And he needs sex - and guys like me get his dick hard - so he hires me for it. Every two weeks, either on Tuesday or Thursday, depending on the schedule of his Italian class, we have a session. The day before he lets me know where and when, and explains the plan. There's always a plan, see, because he likes to do it where we're not supposed to be doing it. Assuming, you know, there's actually an appropriate place in the world for a thirty-three-year-old teacher to bang a student. He needs a little thrill in his life, and our sessions are his outlet. He's always meticulous about his planning, and I seriously think he spends a lot of time planning our sessions. It's never any place really seedy or outlandish, which suits me fine because it cuts down on the risk of actually encountering other clients with more lascivious tastes. Study rooms, janitor's closets, offices... He always has a plan to ensure our privacy, down to how we each enter and leave the building so nobody gets suspicious. You'll notice I'm not saying much about what we're actually doing here or how it feels because, well, what you see is what you get. He's got his hands on my shoulders and his dick up my ass and that's about as intimate or intense as it gets. We snuck into the principal's office, he bent me over the desk, and he's about five minutes away from filling up his condom. He's even got a ziploc bag in his pocket to dispose of the rubber and the moist towelettes he'll clean us up with after he's done. Mr. Carlisle's a man who has his life in balance, and works to maintain it. He doesn't let boredom, loneliness, or blue balls interfere with his life. He doesn't need a partner, he doesn't need to change the world and he sure as hell doesn't need to conform to anybody's idea of how a thirty something man should be spending his time. I admire the fuck out of that. Sometimes I try to imagine him when he was my age. It's easy to assume he was always a bookish kind of guy and wore argyle sweaters since he was weaned off his mom's boob, but somehow I don't think so. I like to think he was a bad boy. An upstart punk, a rebel, who finally turned his life around when he learned some important lesson about himself. That makes sense to me. Nobody gets to be so comfortable with an ordinary life just because that's all they've ever known and they've never been brave enough to try other stuff. You have to choose it, and you can't choose something without trying the alternatives. Aaand we're done. I'm still figuring out the right balance between acting like I enjoyed it and acting like I'm not acting; I really want him to be able to relax for a little bit after he's shot his load. Judging by the look on his face I still haven't quite figured it out. Oh well, I'll keep working on it. He pulls out, I pull my pants up, he disposes of the disposables and, just as planned, I leave the office before he does. He even gives me a wink and a pat on the ass on my way out. Nothing condescending, just his way of showing his appreciation for a job well done. We don't hang around to chat, we'll catch up later in the week. Forty-five minutes since I arrived. One of the longer sessions, actually. I've got the whole evening ahead of me, money in my wallet, and since these sessions don't really require much on my part, there's no problem if I've got another client or two scheduled afterward. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I'll just hit the books, have dinner with dad and get some sleep. There's nothing at all wrong with that, and that's something I learned from Mr. Carlisle. You don't lose out on life by doing ordinary stuff or fulfilling obligations, you don't miss out on intense life experiences by being an ordinary student. As long as you know what you do, and why you do it. Some days that means I sell my tail because I like it and I make good money. Today, it means I finish up my homework, because I have a history assignment due tomorrow. *Story by yours truly; artwork is by [Lumi.](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lumi) If you'd like to drop him a line, you can do [here](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9260508)!*

These Things Happen by Barghest

Well, I posed this story awhile back but, I guess it needed some work. So instead of just editing I pulled it off the site to work on it a bit.I realy like this story and rly want to hear what you think so please comment, good or bad. THANKS!^^ The noise of the motor droned along the dark road. The

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Well, I posed this story awhile back but, I guess it needed some work. So instead of just editing I pulled it off the site to work on it a bit.I realy like this story and rly want to hear what you think so please comment, good or bad. THANKS!^^ The noise of the motor droned along the dark road. The sky was lit only so slightly. Two lanes of trees stand on either side. There twisted and mangled limbs hung over the patch of gravel in a creepy grabbing gesture. Steve and Kate were on an a date, there fifth one, and Steve felt confident he'd get some. "How'd you like the movie?" He asked. "I loved it!" Kate answered. They began to talk about different scenes and parts. About how the popcorn was bad and the people were snobby. All Steve really cared about was the tonsil hockey they had played, he could actually care less about the movie itself. He eyed Kate over. She was a gorgeous bunny. A fur who didn't know her would think she wasn't a virgin but, she was home schooled and besides her brother knew no other boy. Steve had met her at a church event earlier that month and asked her on a date. Steve was a fox, which was very unfamiliar to Kate, She had only known so many furs and foxes went in that category. She found him exotic, so skinny and sexy. His orange fur lining every inch of his body to his white belly that usually stuck out of a button up shirt. She was nervous about kissing him the first night but, ever sense then it was always easier and more exciting. She had no intention of liking him so much when they first started dating but, now it was all she could do to keep from pouncing him. There conversation turned to school next year and then to people in school. Steve didn't grow tired of hearing everything she had to say. He looked at her to say something when she screamed. LOOK OUT! The car swerved around a figure that stood in the road. Steve kept it as long as he could but lost control and spun into a tree on his side. Steve looked at the branch it the window and shivered. What could have sneaked up so fast? It wasn't normal for sure. He shook slightly as he looked to the right of him. "Are you OK?" he asked hesitantly to his beautiful bunny. "Yeah I think so." She answered, rubbing her head. They exited the car and walked onto the road. Steve walked over to Kate and looked at her head. The smell of his musk wafted to her little nose as he got closer and, all at once she became aroused and stared at him, almost drooling. . Steve wiped out his phone in frustration to call triple A. But, as he dialed, he noticed that his signal was weak and battery was almost dead. "Go fuck'in figure." He said with the slap of the phone closing. "You got a cell phone honey?" Kate snapped back to reality and responded with a couple of pats to her person. "Oh no, I left it at home." She kicked the dirt in frustration. The cinema was about twenty five minutes away from town and Steve didn't know all the way. He did however remember the house on this road. It was the only one for about ten miles and it was close enough to walk to. "So we have to walk to the house down the road." Steve stated "The creepy murder house?" Kate asked with a snicker. "Yes, They might have a phone." Steve answered with a reassuring smile. Kate wasn't sure about all this but, that musk. Shed do anything to stay with that musk. They headed out, forgetting the mysterious figure as they headed towards the house. Kate shivered. Steve seized the moment and wrapped his shirt and arm around her. The light of day drifted out as the moon began to take its place. After about a yard and a half of walking they reached the driveway. The house was an erie manor. A cliché' reminder that these houses still existed and seemed to attract disabled motorist. The gravel driveway lead to the slightly lit house. The grass neatly manicured and the edges of the driveway well lit. Maybe this wasn't a murder house, maybe it was just a normal place. Steve paid little mind. He looked down at his girl, she didn't notice him looking at her chest and he stared at her luscious c-cups. His eyes shot forward as she looked towards his direction. No matter the door was here anyway. Steve grasped the knocker and swung it to hit the door. The aged metal made a clank as it struck the contrasting metal. Steve stood back in anticipation of someone answering the beckoning. Not to soon after, did a large bear open the door. "May I help you?" He questioned. "Yea." Steve answered quickly. "We had an accident down the road and..." The bear raised a paw. "Say no more." He waved. "The madam was expecting you." Steve looked to Kate and shrugged with her. Then he turned back. "Expected...?" Steve began to question. The bears seemed to glare. But waved them in as he headed inside. Steve and Kate followed intently as to not seem as if they were wandering. Steve and Kate had no sooner crossed over the threshold then did the door close itself. They shot back in a double take at this mysterious act. Kate drew closer to Steve. "OK so we use the phone and leave right?" She asked. "Yeah." Steve answered. "A.S.A.F.P" He smiled at her. She stayed close but eased off his chest in reassurance. "Now lets go before Mr. Bearingstien mauls us." Steve whispered in her ear. She giggled and obliged as she eased off of his chest completely. The large bear led them into a large sitting room were an old cat sat. Her hair was a grayish white and emphasized the bifocals on her long nose. "Madam, These furs are in need of a telephone and this one requires a scotch." The bear servant pointed out to the aged cat. Steve jaw dropped, astonished. Kate looked at him, becoming uneasy yet, for some reason or another remained horney through the whole mess they had created. "Oh yes, please show the young lady to the phone and this young man to the liquor cabinet." A whithered voice replied to the bear. "Thank you Ramsey that will be all for now." The bear nodded as he pointed his paws in a sweeping gesture to and enormous cabinet filled with an assortment of various liquors in various bottles. Steve swallowed hard. "Maybe I should accompany her to..." He began and was then cut off. "Oh no need, she'll be fine, please pour yourself a drink and join me at the fireplace." The old hag had every intention to split up the couple. He frowned at his beauty and shrugged. She smiled, reassuring Steve that it would be OK. Steve smiled back. She followed the bear down a hallway and turned into a room. Steve poured a drink and walked carefully to a chair to accompany the lady. He sat down gently. "So a bit of car trouble?" She asked, stirring up some conversation. Steve sipped quietly from the glass. "Yea, some maniac tried to cross the street at night can you believe that?" "Oh really?" She asked in a peculiar way, as if this was a common accurate. "Yeah." Steve said slowly in a bit of confusion. "And I would of hit the guy but, I swerved at the last minute and crashed into a tree." "Well these things happen dear, no need to fret over a little accident." Steve nodded then took a deep drink of the liquor. It burned as it traced down the back of his thought. He looked at the fire, then glanced at the picture that hang over the mantle. It was a gorgeous cat, laying on the back of a couch. She wore a skimpy leather outfit, almost s&m looking. A very peculiar picture for an old women to have. "That was my dear mother." She stated, breaking the silence that Steve was unaware of. "Wow she looks so young." Steve replied in astonishment. "Well she was not even thirty when I was born." "Oh, well does she live with you?" "Oh dear, she passed while giving birth." "I'm so sorry." "That was indeed a very long time ago, she was a hooker you know." "Im sorry?" "Oh not at all dear, I do believe that she has looked over me over the years steering me away from her path and, I still believe that that young lady still watches me to this day." Steve continued to stare at the picture. Why would she hang her picture he drew another drink as he raised his glass to his muzzle. Nothing. He shuttered, not thinking he had drank so fast. He set the glass down. The beautiful cat began to plague his mind. He shook his head as he began to see himself having his way with this cat. He grew very aroused and crossed his legs as his cock stiffened. "I need to go to the rest room." He stated, going crazy with lust. "Of course darling, Its down that hall to the right." Steve marveled at the amount of halls in this house but, neglected the thought as he walked hastingly to the bathroom. The door swung open and closed as he stepped into the large bathroom. He locked the door and stumbled to the sink. He looked at his eyes witch were dilated. Yet, he felt fine. What the hell had come over him? \* \* \* Kate walked down the hall to the room where her love had sat with the old lady. Her hart sank when she returned to see him missing. She covered her mouth as she stepped back. "Oh dear, please don't be frightened, he just when to the lavatory." The old crown said "Please sit." Kate did as she was told. She came to rest with a slight creak in the chair across for the madam. "We had a nice chat about my mother up there." The madam said as she pointed above the fire. "Shes beautiful." Kate admired "Yes..." The madam agreed and paused to take a breath. "Yes she was..." \* \* \* Steve staggered a little as he found his way to the toilet and sat. Both of his paws holding up his head. Then, all at once she was gone from his head. Steve breathed deeply and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he almost screamed. She was right in front of him. The same cat, the same clothes. His eyes teared in fright, He breathed even deeper and harder as she spoke. "Hmmmmm, puppy looks scared..." she said seductively as she traced his muzzle with her claw gently. It left a warm and tingly feeling wherever it went. "Well, maybe a little tickle will set him right..." He swallowed hard once again asher claw left his muzzle and drifted down to his chest. Her voice was young sounding and normal, with a bit of a Romanian accent. He perked his ears to ever touch she dished out. Her finger drifted from his chest to his tummy, and from there to the button of his pants. She stopped and looked up at him. His head was tilted back in anticipation of the upcoming feeling. She giggled softly and stood up and moved in to startle his lap. He locked eyes with her. "I've got a better idea." She said with a devilish smile. She rubbed her finely toned ass up and down his lap, stroking his already rock hard shaft. He clenched his teeth to the intensity and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the room was filling with smoke behind the mistress that purred madly. Through the erie mist came several other cats. They all look similar but, none as hot as the kitty on his lap. Three cats circled him. The hot to trot mistress slid down Steve's leg as she unmounted him. Her head came to rest on his thigh. "Please meet the girls, they have been waiting for you." She seemed to whisper as the girls began to run there paws over Steve body. He squirmed to the sensation as it flowed under his skin, almost static. The mistress ran her paws up Steve's thighs to his hips. Her head drew closer to his crotch as she pulled softly. Her tongue licked up his zipper to the button. Steve gripped the adjacent shower curtain and clenched it hard in his paw. Steve felt his over shirt fly off and his paws lifted to one of the girls chest. He played with her for a bit until he remembered the craziness of it all. He considered running out but, no he couldn't stop now, not if he had too. He pulled the cat in close and sucked on her nipple as he continued to play with the other. While he circled her nipple with his tongue, One of the other girls came to his side and kissed at the nape of his neck. He quivered to the introduction of another tongue and almost came to the firth that joined the mistress, they kissed heavenly around his cock. . \* \* \* The grandfather clock rang loudly as the Kate and the old feline talked comfortably. There conversation broke into silence for a moment until Kate questioned. "Maybe I should check on Steve huh?" The cat shut her eyes and bit her lip. Kate's head tilted in curiosity but, before she could say anything she opened her eyes and shook her head slowly. "Yes, hes ready." "Excuse me?" Kate asked to this very odd comment. "Oh dear, I mean its about time to check on him, he's ready." The old lady said, covering her tracks. Kate rose to her feet and walked own the hallway towards the bathroom. \* \* \* Steve continued to clench his teeth as precum soaked his boxers. All of the cats now licked vigorously on his cock. He closed his eyes once again, feeling his climax approaching when all of a sudden, a paw reached to his knot and squeezed it. Steve's eyes shot open to see the mistress, alone in the fog, ending the pleasure. He made a sad face to her. She brought a finger to her lips. He shifted to the furiosity of his hard on. All at once a knock at the door pierced the silence of the porcine palace. The mistress disappeared in a cloud of smoke as Kate cracked the door open to see Steve panting on the toilet. Sweat matted down the fur on his muzzle. She looked questionable at him as she walked in and shut the door behind her. Steve watched his girl stroll in, her swagger, her body, Steve's loins almost melted as he stood to meet her. She opened her mouth to ask if he was OK but, he stopped her with a powerful kiss. His tongue rummaged through her mouth furiously. Kate Almost pulled back to the unannounced violation but, the musk. Instantly the fire that blazed in Steve caught up in Kate. She kissed back Steve lie Kate on the floor gently. He never broke there kiss. Until he migrated down to her neck. Kate giggled to the tickle of his whiskers as he continued to he tits. He lifted his head and removed her shirt over hers. He gaped at her luscious uncovered body for a moment as she squirmed in the ecstasy of the moment. He smiled devilishly and buried his nose in her chest. Kate let out a small moan as she grew wetter and wetter. Steve continued and kissed down her stomach to the line of her pants. \* \* \* Steve licked at the lips of his lovers awaiting sex as she stretched her paws in stimulation. She moaned a little louder and panted a little harder to every wet drag of Steve's long, flat tongue. He playfully slopped at her clit and she gave an excited yelp followed by a little moan. Steve was still practicably mad from the earlier events and couldn't control himself. He was still raging and, thought he'd explode. Kate Pulled Steve's head up from her nethers and planted it between her tits. "I don't know what got into." She said, "But baby I love it." Steve smiled at her after lifting his head. Kate smiled back and pushed him down with dominance. She sat on his raging dick and moved her hips slightly. "What do you want me to do?" She asked with an unexperienced tone."I don't know if I'm doing this right." Steve smiled "Honey, you couldn't do wrong if you tried." he said with a reassuring tone. Kate continued to ride him. She bent her back so that her face meet his and kissed him. There tongues wrestling in sync with the rhythmic like movements of Kate's pelvis. Then, she followed Steve's example as she kissed down his riseing and receding chest down to his zipper and unzipped it with her teeth. His member nearly flew out to the released pressure. Steve sighed in relief and pleasure. Kate took the throbbing shaft and stroked it gently with her paws. Steve moaned a little as those strokes picked up pace faster and faster. Until they stopped and instead a warm, wet summit of saliva plummeted on his head. This sensation sent him ma. Her tongue stayed still out of inexperience but the head motions were there. Steve gasped, a first for him relay. Maybe it was the earlier events but, he'd never lasted this long. He shrugged, not minding in the least but and, breathed heavy as Kate's tongue began to fidget, lapping at his cock in the vacuum of the act. Steve panted as Kate licked up the pre cum that almost gushed in her mouth. He lifted her up, she made a pop as his member slid out of her lips grasp. Steve quivered and smiled. He lie Kate down on her back once again. He played with her long ears, rising a giggle from her. "Are you ready baby?" Steve asked nicely as he picked up Kate's legs. "For a long time now."She answered in a rushed fashion Kate licked her lips in anticipation for her first time. Steve angled his hips and then drove home. Kate almost screamed to his cock. Steve tilted his head back. He began to trust as his upper thighs slapped against her ass. Steve gridded his teeth as he returned to the near climax he was at earlier. Kate joined him in the pre-climactic moans and pants as Steve rubbed her thighs. Kate pulled down her long ears and bit her lip as she bucked her hips. Steve shook his head and never let up the pounding. Steve felt his climax approaching and lowed a little. Kate grabbed the bottom of his shirt. "Please baby, don't slow down, I'm almost there." She said under her weathered breath. Steve complied as he pumped insanely. His cock tingled. Kate Bucked her hips even more madly. She bit her lip a little harder, muffling a scream of ecstasy. Steve's eyes rolled back as he let out a deep, grunt like moan. Kate widened the digits on her paw and let her head fall back along with her ears. A deep sigh followed a long moan. Steve fell down to her side and wrapped his arm around her. "Oh, you don't know how much I needed that." Steve said, almost regretting his word choice. "Same here puppy," She agreed as she rubbed his head and gave him a brief kiss. "Same here." \* \* \* Kate fixed her hair in the mirror as Steve pulled up and zipped his pants. He sat on the toilet again and watched his girl primp. He made a kissy noise and she looked back. "You're a naughty dog." She stated seductively "Oh yeah I am babe." Steve agreed. They both walked down the hallway to the sitting room. But, when they arrived the old cat was gone. They looked around for a moment until the bear entered the room. "Your tow is awaiting your arrival." He said, hands clasped in front of him. "Ah thank you mister?...." Steve asked. The bear just gestured to the door. They wanted to thank the old women but, the bear had made it seem like she was non existant. Steve took Kate's hand as he walked her towards the door. Before he crossed the threshold, he turned to thank the bear but, the bear shut the door easily and quietly. Steve and Kate turned to the truck in the driveway. "I wonder what happened to that old lady." Kate question as they walked towards the awaiting tow. "Yeah she was nice." Steve paused. "And so very familiar." They both found a seat in the cab of the truck and both greeted the driver. An old hound that wore a baseball cap and, work clothes. "You two sure are in the middle 'o nowhere." He stated. The whole ride after that was silence. Kate and Steve stared into each others eyes. Steve smiled and took her paw in his. Kate smiled back. \* \* \* It wasn't long after the crash before Kate and Steve went on another date. Steve car still damaged, but running. But, now he sat at home, eating in his kitchen. He sat on a stool and chewed and thought about Kate. He almost drooled to the thought of her body. He jumped when his Dad dropped a paw on his shoulder. "Hey, what was the place you said you called the Tow truck from?" He asked in a belated concern. "That manor looking house on fifth?" He answered. "And you said an old lady lived there?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, I went over there and its just an old run down house." Steve tilted his head. "Yeah its just an abandoned house, I went to thank that lady but she was gone, in fact, I called the sheriff and he told me that the place was abandoned years ago, a brothel of some sort, and the lady who ran it died very young." "Like a romanian lady?" Steve questioned in a scared voice "Yeah..." Steve's blood ran cold. That old lady, she lied, It was her the whole time. He couldnt be too mad given the events that took place that night but, still... what the hell? "That... thats not right." He said after thinking it over. "Is it all a misunderstanding? Or are you fucking lieing to me again?" His father continued "Well," Steve began to answer,not realy knowing his way out of this one but not realy caring "You know all of it, I cant explain it or even prove it, I mean, I guess these things happen."

Talking Business by Jaffah

The Tiger Club Talking Business Arctic Ikume was not a happy woman. She walked down the corridor to her office with an angry scowl on her pretty face. How dare they. She thought and clenched her fists tight. Her Law Firm was doing well up until two important clients decided to cancel their accounts

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The Tiger Club Talking Business Arctic Ikume was not a happy woman. She walked down the corridor to her office with an angry scowl on her pretty face. How dare they. She thought and clenched her fists tight. Her Law Firm was doing well up until two important clients decided to cancel their accounts and sign up with a rival firm. Not only was it an annoyance to her business it was an annoyance to her as she was the one who signed them in the first place. "Probably not getting enough tail." She mumbled angrily as she entered her office where her secretary waited with a clipboard. The white bunny looking anxious at the wolfs expression. "There you are Arctic. Where have you been? There's someone waiting to see you." She quickly said while touching up Arctic's look to make her appear less ... angry. "Sorry Alice. I was having some angry words with the partners and ... Someone wants to see me?" The wolf paused as she caught up on the conversation. "Who?" "Zachariah Smith," the rabbit replied with a smile and handing the clipboard to Arctic. "Looking for legal representation for a series of nightclubs. Could be good after..." she trailed off. "Well you know." Arctic sighed and skimmed over the information. "Yeah, I could use some good news. That or a good hard f-" "You never know." Arctic's secretary giggled and began to herd the wolf into her office before closing the door and returning to her desk. --- Arctic was surprised by the rabbit's behaviour and was almost shoved into her office to see a large red tiger sitting comfortably on the couch that sat against one wall. A second black tiger sat next to him having quiet words with the bigger feline until the wolf entered, both tigers rising to greet her. "Miss Ikume? I am Zachariah Smith," the red tiger held out a hand. "And this is my associate Stephan Weaver. I hope we haven't come at a bad time?" Arctic shook both men's hands and couldn't help look them over. Both seem to fill out their suits rather nicely and she suddenly understood why Alice acted the way she did. The bunny obviously seeing some possibility for the felines for some future liaison. "Not at all Zachariah. Things are a little up and down at the moment but we are always happy to discuss business wit potential clients." The pretty lawyer replied with a smile. "Please take a seat." The tigers returned to the couch while Arctic leaned against her desk and looked over the information her secretary had collected. "Says here you a decent sized club that facilitates drinking, dancing as well as adult entertainment." She frowned a little at the last one. "You are also looking to expand to different locations as well." Arctic set aside the clipboard and looked up. "Tell me what sort of "adult entertainment" do you do Mr Smith?" "Exotic dancing as well as professional strip shows along with fantasy themed rooms." The red tiger replied, easing back to get comfortable as he spoke. "Kind of like a brothel then?" The two tigers exchanged glances before Zachariah tapped his chin in thought. "Not quite a brothel Miss Ikume but something more." "More?" Arctic raised a brow inquisitively. "It's hard to explain fully but we have prepared a demonstration that will help." "Very well," the wolfess sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I hope it won't take too long though..." "You seem to be under some stress my dear, perhaps you should relax." Arctic jumped a little as the red tiger seemed to be standing right in front of her. The lawyer not having seen or heard him move his associate was still sitting on the couch watching with some interest. "M-Mr Smith?" She whispered as the male lifted a hand and caressed her cheek gently. A light blush coming to the woman's face as she seemed conflicted as to what to do. Part of her wanted to point out that this behaviour wasn't the proper way to conduct business and yet another part found his touch pleasant to the point where she wanted more. As the wolf's thoughts were whirling around her head, Zachariah's hand slid to hook the femme's neck to pull her forward, their lips coming together in a heated kiss. Arctic's eyes went wide at the move, her hands coming up to the tiger's chest in a halfhearted attempt to push him away. The red tiger pushed forward and eased the wolf back onto her desk; the woman wanted to complain but as her mouth opened the feline slipped his tongue in to kiss her deeply. The female's hands now caressing and rubbing Zachariah's chest more with affection than rejection, a strong hand moving down the wolf's neck and over her heaving bosom. Th-this is wrong ... isn't it? Arctic tried to struggle with her thoughts but the tiger's kissing and caressing was stirring good feeling within her, ones that was brushing aside the stress and anxiety of losing her accounts to rivals. Arctic gasped in the passionate kiss as she felt someone rub her legs, the wolf now laying on her back as the red tiger pinned her down. The woman realizing Mr Smith's associate, Stephan, had come over to join in the molestation as well. The black tiger moving to open the wolf's trembling legs as Zachariah climbed onto the desk to continue the deep kiss. For a moment the wolf's lips were free and she managed to say "What are you-?" before she was smothered again with another hot kiss, the tiger's fingers were now popping buttons open on Arctic's jacket and blouse. Cool air reaching the white fur underneath as her lacy black bra was exposed to the man's questing touch while lower the black feline was now kneeling and licking up her legs. Her heart beat faster as Arctic felt her skirt was being slid up, her folds were starting to moisten under the treatment she enduring and the rasping tongue moving up he inner thighs was making her lift and rock her hips. A soft click and the front clasp of her bra was released and her impressive breasts popped free into Zachariah's groping hand, his fingers closing on her aching nipples to tweak and tease her. "Oh yes." Arctic moaned as the red tiger moved from her lips and down to her breasts, his hungry mouth engulfing and suckling her nubs as the wolf's hands started tearing buttons from Zachariah's shirt, her hand rubbing his chest underneath. Stephan had exposed the lawyer's crotch and was now teasing her nether lips with slow licks across her now damp panties, the wolf squirming and bucking her hips. A hot tongue lashed over her folds as her wet underwear was peeled away from her hip, the black feline pressing to her sex and lapping the juice that was flowing from her quivering cunt. Zachariah smiling as he loomed over the pinned lawyer as her hand slid lower over the red tigers body to find and caress the bulge in the front of his pants. "Such a sexy young girl." The red feline chuckled and nipped lightly at the wolf's jiggling bosoms, her fingers unzipping Zach's trousers and freeing his hard length. A heavy blush falling across Arctic's face and chest as her hand gripped her future client's cock and began to stroke it slowly, her mind full of lustful things as her blue eyes were locked on the felines girth. His friend had wrapped his arms around the wolf's hips and plunged his tongue into the woman's juicy pussy again and again, a strong climax building in her lions, threatening to drive her mad with passion until without a word both tigers pulled away, leaving Arctic panting and in need of more. "N-no..." The female wolf groaned softly as she was pulled upright, Zachariah once more standing before her now naked and helping her out of her clothing as Stephan stood back, the red tiger hooking a finger through the ring on the collar she was now wearing. It was something Arctic didn't seem to dwell upon as she slid off the desk and allowed the big tiger to lead her over to the couch. The female licking her lips as she glanced down to the male's rigid member. "Time to relax and enjoy." Zachariah smiled as he sat on the couch and pulled Arctic onto his lap, the wolf straddling his legs and moving close to trap and rub his had cock between their bodies. This drew a lusty growl from the tiger and he gripped her firm rear to lift her enough so he could impale the sexy femme. Both he and Arctic gasped and moaned as she sank down on the feline's aching cock. "This is more like it." Arctic sighed happily and leaned against the tiger, she buried her face into his neck and inhaled his scent as her hips rocked and her pussy got use to his length. "Not done yet you naughty puppy." Arctic shivered as a second set of hands stroked down her back and rubbed her tail base; a quick glance over her shoulder confirmed her guess that Stephan was still interested in the fun as well. The black tiger now naked and sporting a hard erection as well. The wolf shook out her long blue hair before shifting and lifting her tail to invite the second man to the party as well. "Slut is hungry for a good fuck, yes?" Zachariah's voice reached her ears and she looked into his golden eyes, a sly smile crossing Arctic's lips as she lifted her hips up. "I so need this right now." Zachariah grinned and spread the wolfess' cheeks as Stephan moved in behind her, but instead of aiming for her offered anus the black tiger moved in lower, looking to enter her all ready full pussy. "W-wait...ahhhhhhhhh!" The woman tried to resist but was held firmly as the tow tigers started to push into her sex together. Arctic's eyes going wide as the feline's cocks spread her inner walls wider than she had experienced before. Both Zachariah and Stephan grunting as they pushed in, filling the wolf to the brim with their cocks. "You're right, you do need this." The red tiger whispered into the panting girl's ear and slowly rocked under her as his associate rocked back and forth above her. The pair fucking Arctic's tight cunt with their pricks, her slick passage clamping tight as she tried to move against them, fucking back as best she could. The office was filled with hot groans as the threesome withed and bucked as one. Lewd slurps echoing off the walls as the lawyers dripping snatch was screwed hard by the two horny tigers. Arctic panted and cried out as the dual tiger cocks drove in faster and harder, the building climax returning with a passion as her insides where spread and hot pre spurted in. "God yes, fuck me. FUCK ME HARD!" The wolf squealed in bliss as her, she didn't care if her secretary heard. All that matter was the two tiger cocks that were pumping her lewdly spread pussy. And fuck her the men did. The two felines laboured as Arctic squirmed between them, their lengths sliding faster in and out her until both roared out in lust, slamming in deep and cumming hard. The sudden explosion of two hot loads of seed sent the wolf over the edge, her back arching as she let off a long howl of delight. Her pussy flooding as the twin loads of tiger cream gushed into her, filling her convulsing passage and pooling in her womb. For several minutes the trio moaned, panted and grinded together, the felines doing what they could in order to fill Arctic's needy pussy and the wolf rocked her hips to milk the tiger's lengths of their seed. The three then slumping down together tired and exhausted. "That was amazing." "Miss Ikume?" "Hmmmm?" Arctic looked up with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Are you alright?" The lawyer had to blink several times and take a second look around the office. Zachariah and Stephan were sitting on the couch still very much dressed, Arctic herself was also still clothed and leaning against her desk where she was before. The only difference the wolf noticed was her loins were aflame and her panties were wet. "What ... was that?" She asked breathlessly, looking from one tiger to the other. "That," Zachariah said rising to his feet. "Was a fantasy brought about by repressed feeling and stress." The red tiger walked over to Arctic and casually straightened some errant hair the wolf had after her experience. "The Fantasy rooms, allow people to fulfil certain needs in a safe, secure environment. It's also good for relieving stress." the feline smiled. "So... so I see." The Lawyer took a deep breath and smelled a mixed arousal in the air; she looked up into the tiger's eyes and smiled. "Well I think we can help you Mr Smith," the wolf smiled and trailed a finger over his chest. "But I think we should go somewhere so we can discuss things some more." Zachariah returned the woman's smile and offered an arm. "It just so happens I know a place we can go." ---------- Arctic (C) her player; Zachariah Smith, Stephan Weaver (C) Jaffah; story (C) Jaffah 2011 ----------

Silken thread by Irick

#2 of The story of a Mouse - "Slung over a screen, a dress of silk and gauze. The autumn wind." -Taniguchi Buson Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state. He looked over at Kiku "I never... thanked you for..."

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"Slung over a screen, a dress of silk and gauze. The autumn wind." -Taniguchi Buson Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state. He looked over at Kiku "I never... thanked you for..." She cut him off "You were deceived, the man had no honor. Thanks are not necessary, I was simply pruning out the weeds." She turned her head to him and tilted it slightly to the left. He blushed and nodded softly, he looked down at the ground between them, focusing on a particular leave with a hole very close to the center in it, mumbling "Well... thank you anyway." She hmmed softly and flicked her tail over the ground of the clearing, "You are not from around here, are you?" she asked. Haru shook his head "No, I'm just a wanderer." The leopardess nodded, though she seemed intrigued by this fact. "I wonder, how did a wandering mouse find himself challenged to a duel?" she asked. Her words had a certain grace to them, though at times they came so fast Haru could barely register them in time for the next one. Haru looked distant "I saw him cut down someone, just because he could, and i called him a bloodthirsty fool. He challenged me to a duel and I rashly accepted." He glared at the tree in front of him as if it had been his mortal enemy "If that coward would have fought me fairly it would have been \_my\_ blade that claimed his head." She blinked, slightly startled by his sudden intensity. There was a moment of silence, the wind shifted direction and blew Kiku's floral sent at Haru. She giggled softly "You are so strange." He blinked and twitched his nose, "How so?" he asked. She just smiled and flicked her tail before turning towards the trees. He waited for a couple of moments, then sighed and turned to look at the woods. He watched a leaf, jostled by the wind, come free of a tree's branches and waft out of the shade into the sunlight. After a short trip it landed next to a red chrysanthemum in the clearing. Kiku spoke up "Your shoulder will take a while to heal." She turned her head to look at him "I can not afford to wait too long in one place." He nodded. "I suspect" she continued, "that as a wanderer, you have no destination?" She tilted her head slightly as if to punctuate the question. He nodded again, beginning to wonder where she was leading this. "Then I'll give you a choice" she said "You can come with me on my journey, or i will only lead you to the town, after that you fend for yourself." She flicked her tail and waited for an answer. The wind died down. Haru looked at the leopardess. She had been nice to him, and as of recently his life had been lacking a sense of purpose. Her eyes studied him, they were not frightening to him now, just curious. "Where are you headed?" he asked. She smiled brightly "Ahhh, but that is the question!" a soft giggle "mmmm, it's a secret." She winked at him. Haru giggled softly and smiled "It seems curiosity may get the best of me." He looked up at the patch of sky observable through the clearing of for a moment before closing his eyes. The wind picked up again and he opened his eyes. He looked back at Kiku. "I think..." he said, "I'd like to go with you." He nodded softly. She smiled and stood up "Wonderful. We will head out tomorrow." She giggled softly "It will be nice having company." He smiled and stood up himself "It should be fun." She flicked her tail, then rushed past him, grabbing his wrist, a black blur against the green and brown of the woods behind her. "Come with me, we should prepare." He squeaked as she jerked him to a start, his eye caught the leaf and flower. The wind was pulling on the leaf, but a single silk thread held it in place. He blinked at the sight before meeping as the clearing disappeared in a blur of brown and green. \*\*\* They returned to their camp. Kiku finally let go of Haru's wrist and slowed to a walk in a fluid motion. Haru, on the other-hand, made a jerky stop as he skid across the leaf covered ground. She giggled at him and flicked her tail before pushing aside the bed of leaves to reveal his hakama°2 and sword. The cloth that had served as his pillow last night turned out to be the remnants of his ruined shirt, bloodied and torn from the arrow wound. He frowned at the shirt, he would need to get a new one, and he had little money as it was. Kiku head-tilted at his frown and seamed almost to read his mind "When we reach the next city, I'll get you a more suiting wardrobe." He blinked and looked up at her "Why?" She giggled softly "Well, if you are too accompany me on my journey, you must look acceptable." He frowned softly, he did not think that something as simple as that would account for the amount of money she would need to buy him an entirely new set of clothing. He blinked, then looked at her again. Perhaps she was wealthier then he thought... He nodded to her and kneeled down to pick up the clothing. She watched him curiously, her tail swishing against the leaves behind her. He stood up with his clothing carefully folded and sword laying across it, he looked at her and smiled softly. She giggled "You are so strange." He twitched his ears and nodded "You keep telling me that." She smiled "That is because it is true." He head-tilted in a slight mock of her own "How so?" She just giggled and walked away with her tail swishing behind her, leaving him to dress. He sighed, she always avoided answering that question. He bowed to his sword and sat it on the leaf covered ground, He watched the reflection of the swaying branches above in the lacquered wood that made up it's sheath. After a few moments of this, he picked up the carefully folded Hakama, unfolded it, and stepped through the right leg. He thought she seemed so composed, but her playfulness surfaced sometimes in conversation, she kept playing with his mind. He poked his tail through the v-shaped opening cut into the the stiffer back panel of his Hakama as his right leg found its place in the flowing garment. She called him strange, but in his mind \_she\_ was the strange one. He began tying the first two of the four securing straps, around his back and back over to his front. He pulled the straps tight before tying them in a simple knot and tucking the ends back into the length he just secured around him. She was a strange one alright, wealthy, a woman, a predator of all things, but she had stopped to help him, a strange mouse in an unfair fight. His Paws found the last two straps and he brought them to his front, crisscrossed them, pulled them tight, and knotted them together. Instead of tucking the ends under like the previous straps, he folded one of the straps over itself until it reached the knot he has just tied, then he wrapped the other length over the knot and folded up strap until it made a kind of square bow. He nodded at his work, then knelt before his sword, bowed low, and picked it up to put it through his cloth belt. As he was tucking the line from the sword's sheath under he noticed a fray at one of the ends of his Hakama's straps. He pulled at it until a single silk thread found itself separated from the rest. He frowned at the wear and placed the silk thread down on a leaf. then he stood, adjusted the bandage around his wounded shoulder, picked up the ruined shirt, and left the camp. leaving nothing behind except for that single silk thread. °2 a Hakama is a Japanese garment. I can not think of an english equivalent to the way it looks. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakama](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakama)

SPQR Chapter 7 by Darryl the Lightfur

No sooner had Martellus Lisenius entered the Senate than a feeling of dread encompassed him. The wolf looked out across the seats and saw other Senators who had just been sworn in (elections were out of the question, one of the new "reforms" the new Emperor had passed) since the Senate last

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No sooner had Martellus Lisenius entered the Senate than a feeling of dread encompassed him. The wolf looked out across the seats and saw other Senators who had just been sworn in (elections were out of the question, one of the new "reforms" the new Emperor had passed) since the Senate last convened. In reality, many of the old Senators who believed in the Senate's power over the Emperor (known as Republicans) had left, either fleeing from Domitian's wrath or they had been exiled by the Emperor himself. And those were the ones blessed by the gods. Many had been thrown in prison, and some of the leopard's harshest critics had paid the ultimate price for their unwillingness to submit to the Emperor's requests. In their place sat the Imperialists, loyal to Domitian, their loyalty purchased by bribes of land and money. All eyes were focused on the Senator who had brought his gladius from home, covered in a cloak. The wolf knew exactly what he was going to do with that weapon- right when the Emperor walked. A quick assassination to the end this power-hungry monarch's reign and very soon, he would send Rome to enlightened rule as had been the case when he was elected decades ago. Age had taken some of the quickness out of his paws but he would accomplish this task and become himself the new Emperor of a city he would restore to its former grace. "Guards, cease that wolf. I know he comes at me with the most evil and blood-red intentions." It was the voice of the Emperor who had entered from the back entrance. There was absolutely no way anyone could have known- and yet the evil leopard had somehow learned. His eyes pointed directly towards the wolf, now viciously tackled and disarmed by the strong centurions serving as Domitian's bodyguards. "My boy, there was always somebody willing to reveal your secret. With the right leverage, I can make people do anything I want. But before these soldiers take you away to the dungeons, tell me why you did this to your lord and god. Let him speak before his death!" The wolf's eyes seethed with righteous anger, his teeth razor sharp were bared in a sign of hatred. "I needed to end this madness that you have brought about. Is it not ironic that you, masquerading as some divine god amongst us mortals, stand not for justice and peace but that you stand for wickedness and murder? You are evil!" The Emperor's feigned outrage came as a surprise to no one, as he stared at his victim, looking for any sign of weakness. The Romans had lived in fear of the "mal oculi", the evil eye and this is exactly what the Emperor was doing with to the wolf. Martellus, a seasoned warrior on the fields of Thracia and Judea had stared down enemies before but he knew that the leopard he was looking at was more intimidating and powerful and dangerous than anyone he had ever seen. "Evil. Evil is merely a perspective which no longer concerns me or anyone else on this Senate. Morality is an abstract concept that the philosophers can formulate while their rulers go about bringing prosperity for the nation, by any means necessary. I am a god- my will is divine and good for the people. And here you stand trying to oppose me. You are the evil one." The other Seantors were now giving the wolf looks of cold dismissal- all were either Imperialists or afraid of looking insubordinate around such an evil ruler. Martellus was all alone in his fight against this unjust Emperor. "What of your father, Vespasian who did not seek worship or your brother Titus who sought the advice of trusted aides? Why are you not more like them?" "It is simple. Our city rose to prominence by discarding the weak. Other nations were weak so we took their land. There is no room in Rome for compassion, or for anyone who shows compassion. My brother and father thought otherwise, always looking out for the weaker ones and nature in her curelty disposed of them. The world is harsh and unforgiving, so that must be our nature if we are to succeed." Never had the wolf heard such blasphemies against the customs and values of his people before, not even in his tenure in the army in places where the Empire was hated. And yet such arrogant and foolish talk was coming from the one who should have known everything about Rome. "It is a shame you will not live to see the limitless expansion of our Empire to the ends of the world. This nation will rule all the others, it is our divine right to do so. But we will not be able accomplish this task with weaklings of your nature," the leopard Emperor said spitting in Martellus' muzzle. "I could save you from prison and exceution if you would only bow your knee and admit the obvious fact that I am a divine god, sent to lead Rome to world domination." Though there was enormous pressure on the wolf to submit and bow his knee to the Emperor, Martellus had not come this far to submit to such a wicked man. If a martyr's death would be needed to dethrone this wicked and deadly king, the wolf would die a martyr. "I will never suffer a man who lacks decency and compassion. You are a tyrant, a demon in the pelt of a leopard and I will never woship you. For anyone of goodwill, death would be preferred to suffering any longer under your misrule." When he was finished speaking, the centurion bodyguards came and grabbed him by the nape of his neck- ripping his Senatorial robes and leaving him exposed to the entire city. It would be the beginning of his fall from grace and public humiliation- Martellus knew those who insulted the Emperors would be thrown into prison and then executed in the arenas as part of entertainment for the masses. "This wolf's fall should be an example to every Senator," the Emperor said as the wolf was being dragged out of the door naked and humiliated "regardless your species, you should never defy me if you value your life. I am a god!" The bodyguard, a powerful falcon of immense strength took the now-disgraced Senator to the garrison, long since converted to an overcrowded, insanitary, and foetid prison filled with an ever-increasing number of prisoners (more than half of whom were innocent of any serious crime). Martellus could overhear talk of as "summary execution", which could be completed by tomorrow, meaning that this would very well be his last day. Soon, Martellus was slammed into a prison cell as viciously as possible; it was a miracle that as his muzzle and the rest of his body were thrown against the rough-hewn stone wall of his cell that the worst insult to his frame was a headache. Immediately, the wolf knew that what he had done was wrong- trying to plan a one-man revolution was in retrospect, the most foolish thing Martellus had ever done in all his years. A Legionnaire would have known that it would have taken months, maybe years for a revolution to be conceived, organized and eventually succeed. Instead, Martellus was ruled by passion and anger and now he would have to pay the consequences. Or would he? His claws, though useless against the centurion's tough armor were sharp enough to sever arteries- a self-inflicted wound would be enough to end Martellus' suffering and this was a popular form of suicide amongst all the creatures of Rome. The wolf, now in a state of despair had nothing to gain now as he put his paw close to his neck and felt his sharp claw touch the fur of his neck. "Stop! You must not do this wicked thing!"

Win, Win! by spug

**Disclaimer:** Batman Characters © Dccomics Anthro versions © Spug. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Free to distribute but not altered in anyway. **Pairing:** PenguinxVentriloquist (Anthro) **Rating:** NC-17 **WIN, WIN** By Spug & KT **The Ventriloquist:** Had those glasses not been so

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**Disclaimer:** Batman Characters © Dccomics Anthro versions © Spug. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Free to distribute but not altered in anyway. **Pairing:** PenguinxVentriloquist (Anthro) **Rating:** NC-17 **WIN, WIN** By Spug & KT **The Ventriloquist:** Had those glasses not been so thick, one might have witnessed the blink of defeat in the tiny mouse's blue eyes. A nose was wiggled as Arnie looked between the two pair he had in his hand and then to Mr. Scarface's complete and under fold that had already been tossed on the table. "At this rate, I'll be c-catching a cold." Wesker had to chuckle though, even as he first took the dummy's dusty pinstriped hat off it's wooden head and then reached down to tug his own belt out of its loops before letting the item drop to the ground next to his chair. Five Card Draw, no wilds. They sat at a round table at the far end of the club. There was a nice jazzy tune playing, sifting around a dance floor barren of dancers. There wasn't too many occupants being that it was late and most of the drunks had drifted off home already. They'd been playing for twenty minutes, you guessed it, strip poker. The small rodent ventriloquist had already lost his bowler, outer tux coat and his bowtie and he now had that belt to add to the pile. "Yer fuckin' cold? If I had galls day'd ge recedin' right now. Sumone wanna turn up dah heat?" Wooden arms were crossed over a still clothed chest, but Mr. Scarface was lacking pants. ( why they came off before his hat was just that kind of question.) A cigar was rolled in the birds direction. "Aight Peck-Peck deal dem again, though I'm kinda hopin yah do win, 'cause I really dun wanna see you naked!" Wesker adjusted his frames before tossing his poor hand into the pile on the table. "I c-can't believe I'm doing this..." ah but the mousy smiled. "..how did you talk me into this again?" **The Penguin:** Victory never tasted so sweet. The pompous bird was really on top of his game tonight, or lady luck was just smiling down on him. Though Oswald had always thought himself a better poker player then the rest of the Gotham heathens he usually associated with, he would still find himself loosing to that dirty hyena of a joker with his cheap tricks. Now though, he was eyeing that mouse almost in a predatory manner as he watched the belt come sliding off. "Fear not my dear rodent...the cold will not be of consequence to you soon enough." Because the images of Arnold naked were already putting a burner to that cold blooded creature's heart and then some. He had laid down his hand with a squawk of delight. In the course of the game, Oswald himself had only lost two hands, thus having removed his top hat, and outer black tuxedo jacket. Left in the black tuxedo pants, white shirt, and suspenders, Oswald was leaning over that table smirking as flippers captured the cards once more and he began shuffling the deck. "Oh Scarface, seeing me naked won't be the only thing you witness if I win the next few hands." Was that a threat? More like a promise, and it was clearly directed to Arnold, who after asking such a question, only received a chuckle as Oswald dealt him five cards. "Does that answer your question?" He pointed a free flipper in the direction of three bottles empty of their scotch on the table beside them. "Either that...or you just cannot battle against my irresistible charms." A wink beneath that gleaming monacle was made before he took his hand and inspected it. **The Ventriloquist:** A bit of red flushed under the rodents white furred cheeks at almost the same time the puppet started gagging. "oh god, don't even tell me dat! Dummy yah getter chunk me across dah dance floor!" Arnold gave Oswald a long look before his shifted his gaze between his avian lover and the bottles. "Yes.. uh that might explain it oh dear.. Oswald.. we're in public." He looked down to the puppet. "Don't worry Mr. Scarface, I'm sure we'll at least go somewhere." The mouse shifted a little bit out of nervousness and a bit more out of .. erm murr well. So much alcohol and the birds lechery grin did things to him, loosing his pants in the next few rounds would probably be a relief. Though.. he wasn't sure he could put.. a public show.. past Oswald Cobblepot, right now, Arnold Wesker didn't know as he reached for his and the Dummy's cards. He glanced his own over and then changed out three. Scarface did the same, let out a curse and folded again! But this time, the mouse let out a slight squeak and his little tail and ears perked. "Well.. Heh." Free hand spread the straight of hearts, 7, 8, 9, 10 and Jack out for the bird to see. "I just might take those suspenders from you, dear Oswald." And the mouse grinned lightly. **The Penguin:** It was almost as good as getting that mouse off, pissing the little dummy off. He smirked wider as Scarface complained over the thought of him touching "his dummy." Oswald couldn't even begin to describe what a joy it was to send that rat into a mood. "Awrk awkr awwrrkk. Yes, listen to Arnold, Scarface. Don't worry about a thing." He chuckled as he proceeded to inspect his hand. Hrm. Not bad...not bad. A pair. With Scarface folding, he assumed Arnold hadn't done much better, that was until he saw the flush. His own face would have flushed if he could have, when he threw his own less impressive hand down. "..Mphm. Sneaky little mouse." Was muttered as he reached to snap those suspenders off one by one. A little sigh of relief was given almost as some of the pressure on his weight was relieved, reaching to once again shuffle the deck. "Hrrrm. But Scarface you really are stinking it up over there. It's a good thing you weren't carved in complete anatomical correctness, or you just might be quite embarrassed." The bird picked up his hand he dealt himself after handing five off to Arnold, and instantly smiled inwardly. Oh yes. Aces! **The Ventriloquist:** Ooooh, was that a slight smirk on Arnie's face as he watched Oswald snap off his suspenders? Indeedly it was! Scarface snorted at the bird and threw his unlit cigar across the table. YES THAT COUNTED AS A CLOTHES ITEM! "Yah you just keep on talkin' 'n' one day Imma get datt strap-on 'n' some supah glue 'n' no goil ge safe." Arnold rather banked at that statement so much he almost dropped his fresh hand. "Mr..S-scarface, really... that's.." The small mouse shook a bit in disgust. He glanced at his cards. Hm. Only had a pair of queens. Maybe he could bluff it. Scarface rummaged over his cards, and this time just threw them back down on the table. "What dah fuck is dis, some kinda penance for all dah times I cheated? God dammit." " It's just not your night, Mr. Scarface." The mouse patted the Dummy's wooden head and then laid down his pair. "Well Oswald? Do I take off my shirt or do you?" **The Penguin:** The pair of queens was all to appropriate. Oswald's pair of Aces went sliding down right over those two royal ladies and he snapped that beak in delight. "...Mrrr. I believe I am clearly going to be staying quite clothed. There's no reason to be ashamed of showing a little fur now, Arnold. And as for you, Scarface, any more talk of your wooden strap on and I may just be sick. Really. You might as well just give up on this game because clearly even Arnold is fairing better then you." The penguin reached to scoop up all the cards and shuffled them quite slowly as he anxiously watched the mouse deal with the lost article of clothing. Oh yes oh yes oh yes. He tried not to make it too obvious just how wonderful the win was really, but he did show those dangerous teeth nicely as he finally dealt out five more cards to each. "You're nearing the end of your rope Arnold. Soon I won't have anything keeping me from pouncing you right on this very table." **The Ventriloquist:** No shame in showing a bit of fur, eh? Well one had to remember, this was Arnold Wesker. Yet, a couple bottles of liquor and that sharp sharp beaky smirk was enough of an urge that he didn't turn too red this time. White button down shirt was carefully well... unbuttoned and slid off slim shoulders. He had to slip Scarface(who was currently giving the Penguin the bird. Oh the irony.) off his right hand for just a moment to slide the item off completely. He also removed Scarface's own white collared shirt, and the rat dummy was officially out, being he was now naked. "It ge worth it tah see yah glow chucks! 'n' I'm out, 'cause I anit tossin' inna leg iffa I loose again!" Wesker slid Scarface back on his hand and then reached for his cards. Yet, when that last statement left the birds naughty beak, every exposed inch of his white fur that had previously been nice, slickened flat from his clothes puffed out and a small squeak left him. "D-don't tea-" He caught himself though. "Not in p-public, Oswald..." Oh god his pants were really starting to hurt. With a flicker of ears the mouse picked up his hand, switched out and then looked back up at the bird. He had three kings. **The Penguin:** That kind of a hand easily trounced Oswald, who's stride was broken as he switched out three times as well, all equally ending up with a complete waste of a hand. Had Scarface given him his bad luck when he'd gotten out? It would almost seem that way. Curses. The mouse puffing out like so had made him so pleased with himself. Not in public? Not in public my ass. Or shall we say Arnold's ass. But now, seeing that he'd obviously lost in the current round of poker, the Penguin gave another squawk of indignance and threw down his lousy hand. "...I bet you think you're just so clever." Perhaps Scarface's worst nightmares would be realized after all, and Oswald would be the first one naked. He reached up and carefully undid the buttons on his white dress shirt one by one, until that broad chest and round feathered stomach were all revealed. He refused let defeat win him over though, so his chest was puffed out with pompous pride, before he shuffled the deck once more and retrieved his newest hand. "Hrm hrm hrm..." Better, Better... A card was switched out, only one! **The Ventriloquist:** Those think frames were almost conceivably the best poker face. Hidden eyes and the mouse's usually stoic expression, oh yes. Not that Arnie was honestly any good at the game, Maybe all the booze they had consumed had dampened the Penguin's usually winning streak. Not that either of them were winning now. It was a dead even match! Down to britches. Ears flickered forward as Oswald shed his button down and the Ventriloquist broke another smile. The birds tummy was soft and he wondered if a nap would be better then finishing the game. Mice like soft places to curl up on. A twinge in his pants reminded him that now was not nap time, and a gag from the naked puppet had him picking up his fresh hand. "Guuuuuh. Why dah hell are we playin' dis fer anyway? Gotta rememger dah golden rule, don'ts play pokah wit out some green on dah tagle. " The Rat dummy leaned in on Arnie's cards and then let out a chuckle. "Ahaha.. yer ass is gare, gitch." Wesker wiggled his nose at the Dummy and sighed before laying his three tens on the table. "A-alright Oswald. Just don't knock the table over on me..." **The Penguin:** True, his monacle only hid half of his eyes, but Oswald had developed a good poker face of his own. It was his fine breeding...or at least that's what he'd tell you. He snapped his beak with delight as he listened to Scarface recite the golden rule of poker playing. True--what good was it without cash? Well, in this case, getting Arnold naked was just as good if not...dare we say...even better then walking off with a fat stash of cash. However, whatever incentives Oswald might have been playing under, he waited anxiously for the mouse to reveal his hand. Now truth be told he was a little nervous, unsure if the two pair he had would be enough to get that furry white ass in the palm of his flipper. However, Scarface seemed to prematurely spoil the surprise! Fucking rat, always ruining everything! But his moment of annoyance quickly past as with elated delight he slammed his two pair down. YES. Not only had he won.. but he'd won. In the end they'd both be naked sure...but.. mmmm. He let out a delightful coo as he leaned over the table, and sighed. "...Oh don't worry, I can control myself. it's practically just enough for me that I won in the first place. But...seeing your tail and more is a nice bonus." So while he said he wouldn't knock the table over on him...he didn't say anything about not.. knocking it over. With a push of his elbow, it went careening to the floor and revealed the bird from the waist down now, a very apparent erection in those black tuxedo pants as he created a full view of the mouse. Later on, they could play nude 52 card pick-up! **The Ventriloquist:** Ah but dear, dear Oswald! Your eagerness is a little to early! Wesker squeaked is surprise as the table was knocked over as the cards went flittering all over the ground. Well with the table out of the way, there was no way to hid the fact that the mouse himself was supporting more wood then what was on his naked hand. (Naked as well!) "Argh!" Scarface screamed and pushed his wooden paws into his glass eyes. "Goddammit I dinna wanna see dat!" Wesker stood off his chair, but by the time the rodent was to his feet he had a small smirk on his face. "B-but ..Oswald... You haven't won yet.." Oh? Free hand snapped down to the tuxedo trousers button and flipped it loose. Zipper was tugged down and those tuxedo pants made a -wooph!- as they hit the floor. Ah, but if the bird was hoping for a show of soft mouse fur and hard cock, he'd be disappointed. A pair of black boxers clung to Wesker's pokey belly and waist. "You uh.. have to get these off first..." Scarface uncovered one eye to bust out laughing. "Ahahaa... I didda see dat one comin' smooth Dummy! Gut dah cards are ovah dah floor. How's yah supposta play anoder hand?" Wesker stepped back, tail swishing and slid behind the chair. "Well?" **The Penguin:** Obviously Oswald was NOT pleased. the look on his face was just priceless though, beak hanging open as he stared awaiting to get that wonderful piece of Arnold revealed to him...yes oh yes.. not won? Psh! Of course he- \--WHAT THE FUCK were THOSE? Boxers. BOXERS. Of all the things in the world. He let out a frustrated gasp of breath as he battled with the fact that Arnold was both pissing him off to no end by duping him, and the fact that watching him get undressed had only proceeded to make him harder. How could he hate and want something all at once? Oh believe me, it was possible. His first instinct was just merely get up, swoop down on that mouse and give him what's coming to him accordingly. But! He had more class then that at least. Which was why, as Arnold presented the challenge and Scarface dually got a laugh at him, the bird slowly was reaching for something. One...two...Yank! He had taken his umbrella and first knocked over the chair Arnold was standing behind, and leaning forward looped the handle of the umbrella on Arnold's boxers. All it took was one swift gesture to bring that mouse face to face with him, or.. really... crotch to face with him. "...Ah ha ha ha...You're just so cute when you think you've outsmarted me." And with that, the umbrella proceeded to yank downward and drag the boxers with him. Oswald's eyes rolled up to Arnold as he chuckled. "Though I must say you do look quite hot when you smirk like that. Mrrrr." The umbrella was discarded, and flipper went straight to the exposed area massaging and caressing. **The Ventriloquist:** For Arnie's defense, he honestly didn't think he was so smart after all. Mr. Scarface reminded the mouse ever day that he was nothing but a 'sniveling, no-granier', but opted, being a rodent, he was owned his little bouts of cleverness. Wearing boxes though, wasn't something he'd officially planned to doped Oswald with, he just didn't like the feel of tuxedo fabric rubbing against his cock. A small squeak left the rodent as the chair was slapped over with the umbrella, followed by a higher more alarmed trill as that expensively polished (and often dangerous) handle snagged into the waist line of his boxers and he was promptly tugged toward the bird. "No I! Uh.." Wesker began, but all manner of speech was lost as that sharp beaked smirk leered at him and Oswald mercilessly tugged those boxers to his thin ankles. Immediately that hard pink mousy cock sprang free and Wesker both shivered to the cooler room air hitting it and the fact that he was now -naked- in public. "Oswald....ohhh!" The panic wasn't allowed to settle though, not when that flipper closed around the item, causing both a gasp, a flicker of that naked tail, and a murr to escape all at once. White furred hips jerked involuntary and Wesker bit his lip, flushing brightly under his albino fur. "Ughhhh!" Almost forgotten in the moment, the puppet (Also naked in -public-) let out a groan and tried bating the Penguin's flippers away from its 'dummy' "STOP DAT! I'M STILL 'ERE! GOD DAMMIT!" It's attention would soon turn to Wesker. "THROW ME, YAH TUGGY GASTARD! I DUNNAWANNA GE A PART OF DIS!" Oh but Wesker couldn't manage the strength at the moment to toss his homophobic side out of viewing range, not with that flipper making him feel soo good. **The Penguin:** Hm, while one woody seemed to be happy, the other was QUITE displeased by Oswald's actions. The Penguin could have cared less though. He was living for the sight of that color beneath pale fur, the flickering of that naked tail and the sweet like moans and squeaks the mouse issued. The bird finally dropped the umbrella as if it meant nothing at all to him, and as if Scarface didn't even exist, pulled that mouse in close by his free flipper, which came around and fiercely groped the furred rear end of the rodent. Oh yes...public. .hrm. People could certainly notice, though half of the bird wanted to take the Mouse right as he stood. However that seemed like a stupid course of action. If nothing else he could try and conceal himself fucking Arnold into next week. The penguin finally made a move to stand, though still holding firmly to the mouse's erected cock. He licked at that beak eagerly, looking into the other creatures eyes as he muttered. "...I could take you right here.. and right now...or perhaps you'd be so kind as to lean up against that wall over there and let me have at you a...mrrr...bit less publicly." Because he wasn't patient enough to have the mouse redress and them both go to a private room. Heavens no! Just the right amount of alcohol and lechery had this penguin in the perfect mood to go beyond the rough ass grope he made to the mouse to accent the end of his statement. And as for Scarface? "...You may want to get rid of our little friend as well. Apparently he doesn't like the idea of what usually follows strip poker." A dark chuckle followed as he casted a gleaming monacled glance Scarface's way in amusement. **The Ventriloquist:** Less Publicly, but still Public, and the display hadn't gone unnoticed. The few drunkards, along with the bartender, left in the dwindling night club had all ceased what they were doing. A few stared in disgust, while others licked their chops and nashed their teeth in envy. The Rat dummy let out another growl of disapproval as Arnold was tugged closer. Fur brushed feathers as the bird stood. Flipper and erection to brush that still clothed one of The Penguins. Umph! Wesker rolled his eyes into the back of his skull for a moment under those glasses with a mix of emotions. Lust, panic. In Public, they were in Pub - "Oooh!" Another high squeak left him as that flipper gripped around a plump plush ass cheek and gave that possessive squeeze. Naked pink tail swished and brushed the groping hand as Arnie pressed forward. His maw scrapped over the top of Oswald's beak as he groaned and wiggled. "You dioty fuckin' pervert, Getta fuckin' room. Dummy don't you give in tah him!" Scarface might as well have been talking to the wall Oswald was hinting for. A second later, it would be Arnold's pile of clothing it could curse and mutter into, because the mouse jerked his arm and tossed the naked wooden seething timber into the discarded items. "Ah Fuuuuuuuuck!" It was the ass groping that finally convinced the rodent he'd rather have it here then wait for the car or a room. A paw dragged out of the pooled pile of boxer and a fluffy inner thigh rubbed against the Penguin's still clothed hip. "W-walll!" Arnie finally gasped as both arms curled around the birds neck and a cute tongue trailed the smooth polished surface of that dangerous beak. Mgh. Oswald made him do such terribly embarrassing things, humiliating things, and yet, made him want to do them, because it felt good. Through his glasses (which were now getting quite fog up) He could see the creatures still staring at them, and he wondered if they would watch the whole show. Goodness, if this got out, the papers, the media, The SNICKERING at Arkham! **The Penguin:** Oswald was indeed showing his true colors as having a quite perverse side. He didn't seem to mind such an extreme PDA, nor the fact that the mouse was completely exposed to everyone in the place. And of course they should be jealous looking on. Both parties were about to equally experience a great deal of pleasure. The bird let out a cooing approval as Scarface landed unwanted, just like the clothing was at the moment. Even if it took extreme lust to reach Arnold on a purely intimate level and have him all to himself for a moment, it was completely worth it. He let out his own gasp when he felt his clothed erection being touched and grazed. Oh but you know you want to give in. I certainly do. He thought eagerly as he heard Scarface's last attempt to keep Arnold from completely giving into the moment. But it was all a waste, as the two bodies were now making a clear cut way toward that desired wall. Only stopped with that warm tongue being trailed over his beak, the bird practically flew with delight at the wondrous little gesture. "...Awwrrkk...Oh yes!" Shaking his head from a slight daze, Oswald finished waddling to the darkened corner where he turned Arnold to face from him and pressed the mouse's belly and forward area to the wall, completely exposing that plump rear. The sound of unzipping was made as Oswald revealed his well sized darker length, very firm and erect with anticipation, precum having already formed. He reached out and pushed those cheeks open with flippers after he'd given his own length a brief spit lubrication. There was to be no more foreplay then whatever his flipper would do to Arnold's cock as he rode him. They'd teased each other up into a practical frenzy. "..god dammit, you're just so.. fine.. ahhh.." A loud gasp followed as he plunged himself deep into the mouse, burying his entire length into the tight and eager animal beneath him. **The Ventriloquist:** At least Mr. Cobblepot had the funds to back up any kind of conspiracy this might cause. After all, he was Oswald Chester Fucking Cobblepot, Gotham cities most prized (and feared) rich beast. If he wanted to fuck his lover against a wall in club he probably owned anyway, so be it! Wesker continued to murr all the while he was backed up to the wall. He could vague hear Mr. Scarface's voice grumbling and bitching from the pile of clothing (even if it was him throwing the voice after all) he couldn't make out a word of it. Bah, the rat dummy had ASKED to be thrown. At least Mr. Scarface wasn't going to be pressed up against the wall with the mouse as Oswald yiffed him into next week. Speaking of being pressed up against the wall.. Wesker felt the coolness of the partition rather then saw it. The smooth painted surface slid against his soft white belly fur and then against his nose as he dragged his face sideways to rest his ear and cheek against it. Mismatched paws splayed to the flat surface as slim legs shifted willingly for his lover. Hell, that whip like tail even curled up against his spine and out of the way. A moment ago he'd been stifling about the display in public, now he was practically beggaring with body motions. Beggaring that would quickly spread to his dainty little maw as he felt that sizable spit lathered erection pressing to his asshole. "Yessss plea-" The murr quickly turned into a squeak as he felt Oswald's cock shove up into him. Less romantic and more animalistic, but that was something Arnold savored about the bird. His cultured savagery! Body spazed at the penetration and muscles tightened instinctively around the hilted cock. "Ohgod!" His own erection wept considerable to the feeling that coursed his small frame. Everything disappeared at that moment. The club, the audience, even Mr. Scarface. All the mouse cared about right now was the bird pressing against and inside him. **The Penguin:** This was moment that was brief and yet on Oswald could always dwell on, because of it's uniqueness. He knew soon enough they'd both be cumming and it would end, but for now, he relished in the feeling of his cock deeply penetrating the other, snapping his beak together fiercely as he pulled far out and then returned another deep thrust directly back in. Oh he was savage indeed, and so much so that the looks they received from others were either easily ignored or more fuel for him to go harder. Yes, it was a sad moment for Scarface who was clearly long forgotten and probably not going to be happy, but Oswald was willing to take the full blame for this one. He'd wanted Arnold, had been hungering for him for almost a week actually, and the opportunity had opened. Like the shrewd and successful business bird he was, he took that opportunity with vigor, and was now taking Arnold right from behind with that same amount of enthusiasm. People were always surprised how easily the bird could seem so refined at times, and then ferally hungry or aroused the next. Arnold was receiving the full brunt of it, as his cock thickly pushed in and out of his raised ass, flippers caressing the mounds of muscle flexing flesh and fur eagerly. One flipper did curl around and capture the mouse's pink erection though and began pumping it a bit, though it would stop when he grew closure to coming, he knew that. "...Mrrr. I just LOVE when you say please Arnold. Always.. awwrrrk...So polite. Ohhhh!" He groaned as a particular thrust sent foreign shivers up the arctic bird's body. **The Ventriloquist:** Mm yes, Scarface would be having wooden kittens for the rest of the week. He'd probably break Arnold's nose or bust his lip, but Arnie always had those warm feathered arms of his Birdie lover to curl and weep his dismay into later. And it ..oh yes.. it would be worth it. It was worth the stares (and the occasional readjusting in pants) they were getting from drunken strangers in the club. It was worth the wrinkles in the clothing, and it was worth it just to feel and hear Oswald as he thrusted viciously into his ass, nailing that one spot that had the mouse squeaking and letting out even more spouts of 'P-please!" and "Yes!" Because of course, Arnold was always polite, even when being fucked against a wall. He always aimed to please after all, or took to please, which ever was the case here. The flipper pumping his own weeping cock helped him to a quicker release. It was all it would need to be, a quick, hard romp after a well played game. A few more quick hard thrusts and the mouse let out a high squeak and spazed against the wall. Hot spurts of liquid splattered against flipper and wall accordingly. Muscles clenched around that bucking cock. "O-oswald,ohGOD!" He came so hard his back thighs and tail were left trembling. Face flushed utterly red under that plush, and now damp, white fur. **The Penguin:** The game had been played well, by professionals who knew just what to do when the chips were stacked high and the prize was too good to pass up. Oswald was certainly one of those characters, and he savored every moment as he now road that rodent allll the way home in a victorious squawk of pleasure. As his rounded feathered hips worked his cock in and out of that tight little entrance, he pushed the other creature even more onto the wall and nibbled with that beak playfully at the nape of his neck and ears with sweet heated murmurs of. "Mmmrrrr.. so niiice..awrkk!" And when the mouse came...? Bliss in the palm of his hand, feeling the other tremble beneath him and the hot liquid all over his flipper. With the other's release came that delightful squeak and the harder clenching on his cock that pushed ruthlessly in and out of Arnold. "O-ohhh AH! Soooo tight..God you're so hottt..uhhnn..I-I..I'm gunnaa.." Rarely would the bird speak with such bad English. Only in the heat of the moment did he stutter and squirm in his words and body. But Arnold had him more in the palm of his hand then he realized! His thrusts were at an all time high speed and finally, the bird grew closer..closer..until he let out a rather loud gasp and chirp of ecstasy when his orgasm came and flooded through him and right into that sweet awaiting ass he was buried into. The two bodies were pressed sweetly against the wall as the bird made one final triumphant thrust in and left his hot seed splattered through and through. Monacle had fallen off by this time and the penguin merely nuzzled his face into the back of the mouse's neck, gasping. "Ohhh myyy.." the double talk: There was that fine line when it came to a frenzy fucking. Where the cultured civilized parts of their brain forgot they were cultured and they were reduced to the mere beasts that made their bodies reacted to each other in such a way. In turn, Arnold had no repercussions or dismay about Oswald's loose tongue when he was buried deep inside of him. Nor was there any recollection of the jealous onlookers or the still gripping Mr. Scarface. Nothing but thrust and withdrawal as the mouse finished off his own bliss in time to feel his avian lovers own cascade into orgasm. The heat of his feathers, the slid of beak against his ears and neck, all of it was very nice, but the only thing Arnie could truly concentrate on at the moment was the area between his thighs, just under that curled up tail that was stuffed with hard cock over flooding. Hot white washed inside and the rodent spazed against the wall. Murring loudly and panting to the feeling. The final thrust was much appreciated and was even pressed back into as they collapsed against the wall. "Mmm O-Oswald." Wesker panted against the smooth and now sweaty surface he was pressed into. "T-that was a reallly goood game." He'd lost, but then again, with how the Ventriloquist felt at that moment, he was a really good loser, and felt like he'd been giving a prize that was better then the joy of victory. He had to savoir it, and since the bird had yet to pull out, Arnold was just going to stay there, cuddled against wall and soft feathered felon. "Goddd I love you." He murmured. "God dat's gay. Are you two done YET?" A muffled in clothes voice echoed from behind the pair. Wesker was a good loser, the Dummy was not, nor was he really patient either. **The Penguin:** It was rough, dirty, hard, and perfect. Oswald couldn't have had it better, as he felt the animal beneath him finally quiver and squeak loudly, and soon his own orgasm rush over as well. He thrust himself deep into the other making sure he got every little bit of himself in. After all, despite how dirty and public they'd been, they were not about to leave a single trace of their moments together. Well, a bit of Arnold's sweat did get left on the wall, but hardly noticeable! That beak curled into a dark smirk as he listened to the Mouse's stutters of appreciation. "Mrrrr. It really was a good game. I think we'll have to play it more often." He gave the tip of Arnold's ear another little nip and sighed contently. "Though...perhaps in the privacy of our home." If ever they played strip poker without the worry of other's watching...things could happen that would probably make the rat dummy sick to his termite infected little stomach. The deviant penguin wrapped both arms around the mouse's waist and cuddled back into his warm little body. "I love you too..." Was cooed back gently, before the sound of Scarface's voice interrupted their intimacy. "Oh Scarface, we'll never be done." As he said that, he gave one last surprise little push in, and then slowly removed his length. "You're just going to have to get a better poker face from now on." Ohhh irony. **The Ventriloquist:** The rodent would savior such moments as this. (Even with his less-gay, and far-more-bitchy side gripping away from the pile of clothes.) Just resting against the wall with the avian buried to the hilt, enjoying just a few moments of after glow. With a beak nuzzling his ears and those soft soft feathers, it was easy to forget they WERE against a wall in a public club. "Mm." The mouse murred to the last little thrust before Penguin pulled away. "Y-yes, more often." Hell maybe even as SOON as they got home if this mood kept up. Wesker reached up and adjusted his glasses before slipping off the wall with a little groan. He did his best to ignore the stares of the other occupants, even if the flesh under his white furred cheeks flushed a bit. "Hahahaha.. yer funnah yah know dat? Stoopid gurd-grain, Dummy come over 'ere 'n' pick me up!" Arnie gave Oswald a nod as, with a wonderful throbbing to his rear end, stepped lightly over to the pad of clothes and pulled the naked dummy up. "I'm sorry Mr. Scarface." Wesker said, but he said it with a smile. "Yer Gay, dats what yah are. 'N' I dun need a getter Poker face, you two jist need tah get with money 'n' not yer cocks!" "Maybe next time we could play something a little less risqué then strip poker. Maybe Go Fish or Old Maid." "Yah I see dah possigilities of dat. 'Go Fish fer dah Ace in yer gritches, or someone's wearin' a gurtle..' Now shut up 'n' dress me!" Wesker sighed, but instead of putting the clothes back on the puppet, he sat Mr. Scarface down in Penguin's abandoned chair and smirked lightly at the bird. "One more game, Oswald. That.. card pick up.. if you get more cards then me, I'll come play a new game ever night all next week." And with that, the mouse scampered for the deck. Ahah, cheater! **The Penguin:** There was no possibly way he could have won. Arnold was a mouse for Christ sakes, and moved faster then the waddling bird could ever hope to. Going to cheat my little rodent? Two could play at this game. The penguin only chuckled and bent down to swipe up the Ace of Clubs that was nearest to his foot. And he waited.. waited until Arnold collected every single one except that ace. But what had he been up to while Arnold scampered about. "..Mmm. 53 cards. I believe I've won." The bird had produced a spare deck he'd brought along and in his hands held more cards then Arnold. He tucked the cards away and picked up his umbrella, smiling. "Don't worry about it Arnold. I'll make sure we have lots of tea and whiskey every night...and lots of lubrication." **The Ventriloquist:**"God damn, 'n' I thought I cheated a lot!" Scarface remarked as Arnold stared at the bird for a moment. A spare deck.. why the ..utter cleverness! Ah the mouse finally just shook his head, picked up the dummy and all their discarded clothing and slipped free arm into free arm. "I just can't beat you.." He said as they headed for the door, dangling clothes in front of naughty bits, but still naked, followed by stares. "..but I'm a good loser." The End

Jungle Fever by Jaffah

The Tiger Club Jungle Fever Arctic's Journal: It has been three weeks since I set out on my solo expedition and I must say my time has been laced with a decent amount of luck. My initial goal was to seek out a little known lost tribe that was rumoured to be living close to civilization and study it

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The Tiger Club Jungle Fever Arctic's Journal: It has been three weeks since I set out on my solo expedition and I must say my time has been laced with a decent amount of luck. My initial goal was to seek out a little known lost tribe that was rumoured to be living close to civilization and study it to learn more about how these people survive without the convenience of modern appliances. It was after the second week of trekking that I came across the edge of the village and was greeted by an amazing group of warriors. Each one looking very fit and obviously well trained by the looks of the way they wielded their weapons. Thankfully I was warmly welcomed into their homes, especially after the chieftain of the tribe took an interest in me. The blue haired wolf paused in her writing to laugh quietly to herself. He was a big red tiger whom the others seem to obey with respect, a proud man who cared for all his people. He made sure I was well looked after and have several of the women of the village take me around to show how they lived their lives with simple tools and crafting skills. It's strange though that one thing I have noticed about the villagers here, they are either tigers or a tiger hybrid. I have seen all types from bunnies with tiger markings to striped bovines. There was a knock on the doorframe to the hut and the curtain covering the opening was pulled aside to allow a young pink tigress to enter. The feline was carrying a crudely made cup that was filled with a fruity concoction and placed it on a sawn off log that was used as a table. Arctic looked up as the teen entered, the wolf had a cloth wrapped around her chest and a wrap-around skirt tied at the hip that the village women had given her to fit in. "Thank you." Arctic said kindly and the tigress gave a friendly smile before leaving, the explorer took a sip of the sweet drink before returning to her journal. I feel privileged to have to have been welcomed into their homes and feel lucky as there seems to be a celebration planned, the tigers of this lost clan have worked hard over the past week in order to prepare for some traditional ritual. The woman having put together a marvellous feast, which includes a sweet drink made from fruit that seems very addictive. Another pause and Arctic took another long sip from her drink and as she swallowed warmth spread out through her body, her skin tingling as liquid settled in her stomach. I'm wondering what else is in it apart from the fruit but one thing is sure, it will make this celebration of theirs all the more interesting. The pretty wolf set aside her book and stretched her arms over her head, her body feeling warmer then normal as she reached to drain the remaining liquid from her cup. A second knock heralded another tigress, this one tall and white with long red hair. The female feline smiling as Arctic rose to her feet to greet her. The explorer recognizing this tigress as one close to the Chieftain and it was assumed she was his wife or at least the most favoured of his wives. The white tigress smiled at the smaller woman's expression and reached to brush at the wolf's hair, almost as if the feline was making Arctic look prettier than she was, she then offered Arctic a hand to lead the woman outside. At night the village was bustling as the females of the tribe were tending tables of prepared food, Arctic noticed the differences in ages ranging from teens to those who looked in their mid-thirties. All dressed up and looking pretty for the ceremony, the men seemed scarce though with maybe a handful standing guard. "Where are the others?" Arctic asked getting the white tigress' attention. The wolf femme wasn't sure if these people could understand her words but seemed to understand her intentions and actions so when the blue haired woman motioned tot he men the big busty feline grinned and scooped up another cup of sweet fruity elixir and pressed it into Arctic's hand before tugging her through the activity. "Well if you're trying to get me drunk you're going the right way about it." The wolf laughed and took a drink from the cup, her head spinning lightly as the heat inside her built up. The pair came to an area where several larger huts stood, the sounds of the gathering behind them as the tigress stood facing Arctic, the big feline looking the wolf over as would a mother approve her daughter before she would go out on the town before pulling her close and kissing the smaller woman's forehead. The tigress pulled aside the curtain to a hut and motioned Arctic inside. As she entered the hut a heavy male scent wash over her enflamed senses, the heat within her tingling body flaring higher as the musky tiger smell flooded her nostrils. Around the inside Arctic saw four of the village warriors including the Chief, a twin pair of black and white tigers and a young looking brown-grey wolf-tiger sat waiting, their banter cheerful as they too drank a similar concoction that Arctic did. All eyes swivelling to focus on the wolf femme as she stepped lightly and steadied herself before them. "I think I am beginning to understand what sort of ritual this is." The pretty girl whispered to herself as she inhaled more of the tiger's scent, her loins aching as her nether lips became very wet quickly. The same pink tigress who brought her a drink from before stepped forward from the red tigers side took hold of Arctic's arm to guided her to a half log table that sat in the middle of the dwelling. The young explorer slowly knelt down and saw a jug of liquor perched on the surface, the woman taking another deep drink before looking up at the big red tiger. The cloth he wore over his crotch was tented up, the drink arousing him as it had the wolf, a quick glance around the room showed the other males also sporting erections although the wolf-tiger seemed nervous yet fascinated by the sexy new comer. "Must be his first time." Arctic thought as her heart beat madly in her chest, her bosoms heaving as her pussy dripped in anticipation, the drink doing its job as an aphrodisiac. The chief rose to his feet and slipped off his loin cloth, the wolf femme gasping at the sight of the feline's big cock, her fingers digging into the wooden surface of the table as the tiger walked around her kneeling form. Any reluctance the sexy adventurer had washed away in a sea of lust brought about the drinks effects; the only thing on Arctic's mind at this moment was that thick hard member. The wolf felt her top being untied and pulled off, her impressive breasts spilling free. The woman seeing her nipples were hard as diamonds with out them even being touched, another light touch and her skirt was peeled away, the femme now naked in front of these horny, needy males. She heard the big tiger say something in their language and the teen tigress poured her another drink and as Arctic reached for it strong hands moved across her back and around her body as the leader of this tribe knelt behind her, ready to mount the wolf's trembling body. "P-please." Arctic whimpered softly and leaned forward, her legs spreading to make it easier for the feline to find what he sought. The blue haired beauty gasped aloud as the tiger's hot meat slashed across her sopping cunt before finding her entrance and pushing in. Both of them groaned as the rest watched as their chief hilted his prick in Arctic's quivering snatch, his hands cupping and groping her firm tit-flesh, his fingers teasing her nipples as he started thrusting into sexy wolf's eager body. Soft moans and gasps became louder sounds of pleasure as the drink with in the pair pushed their lusts to new heights, Arctic's back arching as she cried out in joy as the heat burning insides her became hotter until a hard climax shook her body. The tiger hissing as the wolf's sex clamped on his aching length until he slammed in and gave her what she desired. Hot cum gushing into her hungry pussy sent the femme into a second orgasm, she pushed back as the red feline gripped her tight and held deep, his cum spurting into her horny body in an attempt to quench her fiery passion, but as Arctic discovered, this wasn't going to be enough. Cooing softly and feeling the tiger leaders warmth inside her, Arctic looked over her shoulder at the panting male and received a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing hotly as the big male pumped more thick, rich seed inside her, the pair parting slowly as the wolf knew he was just the first. The red tiger's shaft still hard and dripping as he pulled away and the young wolf-tiger were beckoned forth. The young striped wolf seemed hesitant until the pink tigress urged him to kneel behind the wolfess, Arctic quickly took another drink from her cup before looking over her shoulder to watch the youth move in. Despite having been mated with the woman still shivered as the inexperienced male found her snatch and pushed in, filling the femme's sex quickly and causing Arctic to clamp on the cock invading her. The hybrid began humping the wolf's sweaty body hard and fast, making up for his lack of knowledge with his eagerness, the drink making sure he had the stamina to give the girl a decent ride. Arctic's body rocked back and forth as she was pounded from behind, her pussy milking the young male's cock for all it was worth, her lusty cries echoing around the hut as she was driven to another climax by the young warriors hard thrusts, the youth's own cries joining hers as he slammed in and experiences his first climax. His hips bucking and slapping against her rear as his seed flowed in to mix with that of the red tiger's. "God damn yes." The wolf panted and slumped onto the table, soothing hands of the pink female tiger stroked along Arctic's back and side before rubbing her tummy. Arctic felt the young male kiss her cheek before withdrawing; a gentle rubbing to her rear followed this. The woman's cheek flushing deeper at the cute gesture before noticing the other two males, the twins, had both risen to come towards her together. "Oh wow." The wolf's blue eyes sparkled lustfully as she was helped to her feet, the teen tigress clearing the table as the black tiger sat on the end and pulled Arctic close. With her back to the black feline, Arctic could feel the male's rigid member against her rear; the wolf wiggling in the tiger's embrace to rub the trapped prick while the white tiger presented his rampant erection to her. The femme wrapping her fingers around the impressive girth to stroke it slowly, the male growling deeply and rocking his hips in time with Arctic's jerking. Strong hands gripped her hips and lifted the adventurer up, the black tiger's hot meat sliding into her well-fucked hole as Arctic settled again. Her body leaning forward enough for her to run her tongue along the twins shaft as her fingers danced along it's length, the standing feline slipping his fingers through the wolf's hair as he encouraged the wolf to use her mouth, something the girl did happily. Sounds of passion rose from the trio as Arctic bounced on one feline's prick while suckling hungrily on the other. Rough hands groping her breasts as the two hard cocks pumped and pounded her pussy and mouth, the female slurping lewdly on the tasty member while the hot pre oozed from the other and mixed with the sticky mess already lingering inside her. The heat within the wolfess burned hotter as she was fucked for the third time, the musky scent filling her nose from the cock she worked over in her mouth made her head spin more. Arctic's cunt gripping tight as yet another climax washed through her body, the hot juices flooding her passage washing over the black tiger's aching cock until he too roared out and unload his cream into the woman's body, the male hissing and nipping hotly at Arctic's shoulder as she bobbed her head quickly, sucking hard until she was rewarded with a spray of hot cum to her face and tits. The three moaning and writhing as the wolf woman's tongue lapped and caressed the white tiger's spurting length, coaxing more rich seed to fall onto her heaving chest. Then both she and the black feline eased back onto the table to rest. Arctic caught a flash of movement and saw the big red tiger move towards them, his cock rock hard and ready for more of the wolf's unsatisfied body, the explorer licking her lips as she realized this was just the beginning of the ritual and she had a long night ahead of her. "You just have to love tradition." She cooed with a sly smile. --- A couple of hours later the door to the private room open and Arctic Ikume exited with a dreamy look upon her face, she paused to wave to the black and white twin tigers whom had entered to look after the woman. The two felines returning the wave before cleaning up, the young wolf stretching before closing the door. "Ah Miss Ikume, I trust your evening goes well." Arctic turned to see Zachariah Smith walking down the hall towards her, the red tiger smiling pleasantly. "It's going very well thank you Mister Smith." She replied biting her lip and frowning. "There is one thing I should ask about your rooms though." "And what is this?" The feline frowned before stopping next the blue haired wolf. "The people I "encounter" in my fantasies. What factor determines who I see and what they do?" Arctic asked with some interest, memories of the clubs owner and the things he did to the femme came floating back to her, making the girls tail swish a little quicker. "I can honestly say that it's your choice for your fantasy Arctic." Zachariah explained. "Sometimes your subconscious creates characters for people you've met that you would like to interact with. Why do you ask?" The pretty lawyer smiled and toyed with the tiger's tie. "Was just curious." Arctic licked her lips and gave the item a light tug. "Perhaps we could find a place to discuss this some more. A place with a shower perhaps?" "But of course." Zachariah's smile broadened and motioned the femme back down the hallway from which he came. "Anything to see the customer thoroughly satisfied." With a spring in her step Arctic set off with the tiger in tow, two things would satisfy her now. One was a nice hot shower. Fortunately the second thing could be done within the shower and luckily the wolf had someone to do it with. --- Arctic Ikume, Black n White twin tigers (C) Arctic Sekai; Zachariah Smith and story (C) Jaffah 2011 ----------

O Mio Bambino by Lunostophiles

Warning: this story contains a lot of horrible things, and is not intended for sexual gratification. If that's what you find, though...keep that up. This was a weird story to write, as it felt like it wrote itself. I was so squicked out by my writing it I didn't touch it for a while. It's still

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I met Bambi in the backend of nowhere, a windowless club called Gaucho's. I was nursing an Old Fashioned, occasionally chewing at the plastic swizzle stick and wishing it was something more fun to chew on. The deejay's loud brassy voice boomed out over the stereo speakers in the club, too loud for any other place than a seedy strip joint. "Gentlemen, please get your wallets ready for Bambi!" She strutted from behind the blue velvet curtains in an outfit clearly bought at a Party City, a cheap knock-off of a flapper outfit as Hey Big Spender started drooling from the overhead speakers. The new bloods around the main stage started launching cash at her, a momentary artillery fire of singles and fives. I sipped my cocktail in quiet, and watched. Bambi was a sickeningly cute and cloying name for a doe stripper, but no one said strippers were clever. She was shockingly cute for being a dancer at Gaucho's, maybe just cresting twenty years of age. Her pouty lips held an inordinate amount of ruby red lipstick that matched the unfortunate shade of blush on her cheeks. Her breasts were overflowing with silicone, obscenely big and barely fitting into her chinzy costume. I wrinkled my nose as she dipped low, men stuffing singles right into her cleavage (despite the no touching rule). The doe could play a crowd, no doubt about that. Despite the heavy-hand on the make-up and the college investment on her chest, Bambi wasn't so bad-looking. Her ass was nice and pert, something a person of less stature than I would try to smack walking down the street. The white fur that made the delicate heart shape there peeked itself a hello at the crowd as she bent forward again, and the men howled and wolf-whistled (in some cases, by virtue of species alone). The big band horns started to drown out most of the noises from the crowd. Bambi found her grace on the pole, spinning around it with grace more akin to a ballet dancer than an exotic dancer. This was where I fell in love with the doe, the way her hooves let her pirouette upon the glossy stage, her hand barely caressing the pole. It was as if the pole was merely keeping her around it by gravity alone. The swizzle stick in my maw hung from a wet lip as her twirling became more fluid and graceful. The costume's tassles flickered and whipped around her, eddys of energy ensconcing her being. Bambi hoisted her leg up high, hooking it firmly around the brass pole, and launched herself head-over-hooves into a spin. The crowd's whistling was faint against the bombastic soundtrack, and I was nearly tempted to join in. Cirque du Soleil would have killed for Bambi's talents, working that pole more like a ribbon of cloth hanging from the ceiling. She was far too accomplished and natural to be here. I had to have her. There were no two ways about it--the men here were going to throw money at her and forget about her. I wanted Bambi less as a sex object and more as art. That dancing was not of this world, and I was the only one who could protect her from those wanting to hurt the Michaelangelo of her body. I was snapped from my reverie by the deejay's obnoxious warble. "That was Bambi, boys! But keep your money coming for our next dancer..." I didn't even catch the next stripper's name. I didn't care, Bambi was the one I was now entirely fixated upon. A few more whistles from the crowd followed the doe as she trotted offstage, giving the audience one last smoky look before disappearing behind the curtain once more. My Old Fashioned was gone, and I didn't even remember finishing it. The bartender, a sturdy fox of indeterminite heritage asked gruffly if I wanted another. I waved my hand and slipped him a twenty before slipping from the barstool and making my way into the muggy night air. It was tail end of summer, and the fireflies were flickering in full bloom around the half-full parking lot. I took refuge in my car, a Benz from the 70s. A cigar between my teeth, I watched the back door of the club and kept my mind busy with a little NPR. I don't know if Ira Glass ever thought his show would become the soundtrack to a stake-out of this type, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. His drone was just enough distraction to not drive me mad as I fantasized about Bambi's dancing, soft and sultry in my mind's theatre. Her lines seemed all the more aggrandized there, less pole dancer and more new age Barishnikov. I drew my hands across my face, letting the stub of the cigar slide against my palm. The sensation of the burning ashes kept me in the now, the only sign of pain being the tensing of my tail. As I let my singed hand drop to my lap, I heard the sing-song giggling of girls, and perked my head up. Some of the early dancers were filing out of the club, off to their cars as quick as could be. Nightclub parking lots were notorious stalker hangouts. Bambi wandered out just after the last girl had driven away, thank the gods. I exited my car and slowly walked her way, my feet hitting the pavement hard enough to announce my presence. I wasn't trying to scare the girl, despite my predator status. The doe turned and spotted me, clutching her purse tight but standing her ground--just like a deer. "Can I help you?" Her voice was not like the other girls', it had touches of hard-assed girl power that made it all the more amazing that she moved like a whirling dervish on the dance floor. I stopped walking toward her about one hundred feet away, attempting to prove no harm. "You danced exceedingly well." The doe didn't move, not one muscle. "Thank you." It was clear she wanted to make a dash for her car, and I understood the response--too many times girls would exit places like Gaucho's and be immediately attacked, descended upon by predators with lust in their hearts. I had no such issue tonight, at least. "Did you go to dancing school when you were younger?" Small talk. Paltry, really, but I had to win her over. "Yes. A few years of ballet. I was going to go to college for dance, before..." "Before your father said it was a waste of money?" Bambi softened in her face, but tensed more in her chest. The doe's off-work clothes were something straight from Flashdance, oversized sweater that pooled at the wrists and Danskin tights in the blackest of blacks. Bambi's better judgement was waning, if only a little. I could feel my fingers digging into her, even from the safe distance I had set up. "And so you decided to dance at the one place they'd let you, while you saved up for...Alvin Ailey?" "...Y...yes. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, but this has been a great talk." Bambi turned and started high-tailing it to her car. I was quicker, though, and was back to that hundred-foot distance within seconds. "I know a few people who work for Cirque do Soleil." Bambi stopped. She didn't turn back to me yet, and I could see her tail quivering with doubt. I didn't move, but I didn't need to--I could smell it on the doe, her curiousity overcoming her fear of this situation. "You do?" "Scout's honor. I run in the artistic circles. In fact, I even own a gallery. I've met a lot of people in the dance world. It all intermingles." The doe turned on her hooves, her large eyes looking me over with a newly-lit interest. It was my turn to not move a muscle, letting her feel me out from afar, seeing if I was trustworthy. I always was, in these situations; Guy Laliberte was a personal friend. "So what do you want me to do, then? I could give you my number." "I'm hosting a party tomorrow. You should follow me back to my house, you can sleep in my guest room. Tomorrow I'll introduce you to a few patrons and we'll work on your entrance into the art world." The shoulder of Bambi's purse dropped, now only held against her body by her hand. That was the line that snagged her. She nodded obediently and took a few steps toward me. I saw a hesitant movement or two, but she was dumb, and trusting. I usually didn't like them dumb, but I couldn't argue with that natural talent. It was in her bones. Bambi's green Civic pulled into my driveway as I was stepping out of my Mercedes. On the way back home I had inhaled another cigar, and had pawed at the passenger seat as if Bambi's body was there, groping at imaginary thighs and sides. Those beautiful lines she had, filling my car, swooping and swinging around the upholstery, swirling in mad spirals against the roof and floorboards. Her image lay across the dashboard, gossamer in its incorporeal state. I nearly hit a road sign during that phantasmagoria, but played it off coolly. This was no time to die. As she approached, the doe gawped at my home. "You live here? This place is huge!" I felt a swelling pride inside of me, though it was hollow and fleeting. Of course it was huge, one cannot correctly display art if it is not huge. I merely flicked the nugget of my cigar onto the flagstone path and walked toward the front door. Bambi followed, still with gaping jaw. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." I heard an audible click of her teeth as she obeyed. Good. The lights in my house turned on as I crossed the threshold. The white walls reflected the light purely, which cascaded in caressing fingers along my many works of art. Bambi followed tentatively, her hooves tapping lightly against the parquet floor of the foyer. "I think it's even bigger on the inside." She spat out a nervous giggle behind me, but I ignored her. Already we were walking past the living and dining rooms, and through the main hallway of the house. The design of my abode was simple--all rooms were small growths off of one main, giant room. Its ceiling was glass squares held by wrought iron. Currently, the moon was peeking through the panes of glass, a pervert hanging from a thread in the skies. The room itself was big enough to hold a smaller house inside of it, and every sound echoed throughout. The floor was poured concrete in the most unobtrusive grey there was to be had. "This is such a strange house." Bambi's head was rocking to and fro as she scanned the walls. The walls were the main attraction--not because of the white, but because of what was hanging on them, or butted up against them. "I told you I owned a gallery. It's my own personal one, but I host soirees and showings here from time to time. Like the one I'm having tomorrow." Bambi nodded dumbly. She was wandering toward one of the walls, a giant canvas upon which a giant swath of red ran from the lower left corner to the upper right. It grew bigger the further the arc, brushed out to smooth the color tone into something almost entirely homogenic. Still, small flecks of dark red permeated the entire painting. I stood beside her as she stared it down. "Painted by a young artist I met a year or so ago. Quite a striking piece, don't you think?" Bambi just nodded again. She was clearly not thet type for canvas, but I had figured as much. She was a dancer, not a painter. I touched her on the shoulder, the first physical sensation I had given her since we met. It felt electric through my body, and I wanted right then and there to grab at her and feel her up and down. I wanted to trace the lines of her muscles, tight and sinewy and feminine, able to make beautiful curves in space, to bend time itself around her whirling form. "Where's this guest bedroom?" I almost jumped, almost lost my composure. I flicked my head away from her and motioned to a far doorway, only visible by the slight difference in paint color between the wall and the door. "Through there. A bathroom is attached, feel free to make yourself at home." The doe nodded, and started her walk toward the door. I stood, admiring the red and white canvas again. The door to the guest room made te audible sound of it opening and closing, and my face grew into a grin. I lingered in my gallery, perusing my works until I decided it was time to get to work on my next piece, for the gathering on the next evening. I entered Bambi's room just past four in the morning. I must have smelled of plexiglass and wood glue, but she didn't stir a muscle. Now out of shoes, there was no sound from my feet, predator senses heightened. I moved with grace toward the bed and the sleeping doe entombed within the plush down comforter. Stopping at the edge of the bed, my breathing the only movement on my body, I watched Bambi sleep. The doe turned slightly in her slumber, stirring just enough I assume to make out blurry shapes in the dimly-lit room. "Hmm? Who's there?" I leapt, grabbing the top of the comforter and tugging it over her head. Bambi screamed and began to kick with force only a dancer could muster. I managed to dodge most of her attacks, but her hooves struck me once or twice against the thighs. I stifled the pain into a few teeth-gritted sucks of air, and held the comforter tight to her face. I kept tugging it tighter, doing my damnedest to shove part of it into her wailing maw. The doe's flailing grew weaker as the oxygen to her brain dwindled. Still wrapped in the bedspread, I scrambled to grab the corners with my free hand, creating a net with which to drag her. As Bambi's kicking stopped, I removed my hand from her mouth and waited. Nothing, no movement, except breathing so shallow I had to open up the makeshift bundle to see it. I stood up again and grabbed the corners of the bedspread, and lowered it gently to the ground before dragging it out of the room, across the gallery, and into my workshop. I laid a pack of smelling salts on Bambi's nose as I began to strap her down. As I was tightening the last leather band on her extremities she regained enough consciousness to start screaming again, bashing her head against the wooden board I had stuck her on. I had, in my forethought, put a pillow there. No damaging of the bones, not now. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, you perverse horrorshow?" The doe spat the words at me like daggers, but I was immune. It wasn't the worst insult I had heard, and it wouldn't be the worst I'd ever hear. I kept my mouth shut, walking away from the table to start amassing my tools. The deer continued to volley obscenities in my direction, but none of them landed a hit. I laid a few of my tools along her naked middle: industrial boning knives. Serrated tongs. A few small jars. Bambi made a sudden choking noise, and I was afraid she would vomit upon herself. Somehow she kept her innards on the inside, but the tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "You're vile. You're just vile." Now dressed in a set of seafoam green scrubs, with surgical mask over my maw and latex gloves on my hands, I was unrecognizable from my form at the bar, with cigar and Old Fashioned accessories. I picked up the serrated tongs and clapped them together like a party favor. "Merely an artist. Merely a collector, Bambi. Bambino. My Bambino, you will be immortalized. Isn't that what all artists want?" The deer began to shake her head violently, only stopping when I clamped my free hand against her chin, squeezing tight enough to keep her from moving. I let the blunt side of my tongs run along her brow, smashing beads of sweat into her short fur and leaving a streak of mussed fuzz. "I just wanted to be a dancer." "I know you did." My tongs dug throug her left eyelid, slipping into the socket and cupping the eyeball inside. The doe wailed out through her forcably-closed jaw as I slid the ball from its cave, using one of the knives to sever the bundle of nerves holding it tenuously in her skull. I dropped the eyeball into one of the open glass jars, its pupil dialated and staring out into the room, the glimmer of life slowly fading as the wetness turned to a matte finish. I made quick work of the other eye, much in the same way, and closed the jar before setting it off to the side. I removed my hand from Bambi's jaw, a wet and shuddering rattle emanating from deep in her throat. I struck with lightning quickness to grab that tongue of hers with my tongs, digging into the flesh. I watched blood trickle from the pricking points and make tendrils toward her throat. My knife swooped in, slicing it clean in one movement. That muscle, too, earned itself a jar. The death rattle from Bambi was becoming a drowning burble as the blood gushed out from the artery now open wide in the back of her mouth. Two labels were already printed out, ready to be stuck upon the jars as I brought them to a small wooden cabinet across the room. Behind me, Bambi thrashed upon the wooden plank, coughing and making noises only ever heard in rooms like mine, only ever to be made by those tortured and cast into the pits of despair. My tail swayed like a metronome to her swan song, and my hands worked deftly to not get a spot of blood upon the labels that bared her name: Bambi. I fit the jars next to pairs that read "Horatio" and "Grace", and shut my cabinet once more. I would move it back to its safe location after the rest of my work was done. Bambi's light was dwindling, but she would still be a dancer tonight. Joining my boning knives came a vat of bleach, which sat on a cart I rolled toward the plank in the middle of my workshop. I turned the lifeless head of Bambi, letting the blood drain from her gaping maw. Not all of it would come out, but that was of little concern--everything would be artificially whitened soon enough. I returned to my boning knife, feeling its molded plastic handle fit snugly into my palm. I began my dissection of this postmortem Isadora Duncan at the breasts, those tumors upon her otherwise svelte body. I lobbed them off with no precision whatsoever, silicone balloons bursting within and showering Bambi's chest, my stomach, and the board beneath her in its goopy, ersatz mess. I paid no mind, tossing the now limp hunks of fur and skin that were once her breasts into a trash can. My knife entered Bambi once again at the collarbone, starting to carve and cut along her upper chest. I attempted to carve in large chunks, letting the knife graze against Bambi's ribcage without exerting pressure enough to break any of her delicate bones. With time, her entire front was now a gaping hole of stained bones and unusable organs, merely taking up space in this immortal frame. Quick work was made of the deer's internal bits, digging and slipping out the intestines in large sausage-link chunks. Each one I admired only momentarily, feeling along a few of my cuts with a gloved thumb before tossing them into the refuse bin with the rest. The stomach came next, still sloshing with whatever Bambi's last meal had been mixed with all that acid. I didn't even give some of her lesser organs the time of day, the spleen and pancreas finding a quick trip to the garbage bin. Her liver was discolored, I assume from the amount of alcohol she was wont to consume at her previous employer on a regular basis. A 'perk' of the job, they must have told her upon hiring. The only other fleshy bits hidden within Bambi's chest cavity I gave any respect to were her lungs and heart. I cut them from their stations with deft hand, and laid them out next to the open body. I let my knife lay across Bambi's neck while I picked up her heart, taking it in. It felt heavy in my hands, still holding a little cache of blood when her functions were too weak to go on. I pulled the mask down from my maw and leaned in, pressing my lips against the lifeless muscle. It tasted of purity and of shame, and I revelled in the dichotomy. My index finger teased along an artery opening, some part of me trying to elicit some response from this beautiful muscle that powered the form so elegantly. I turned the heart in my hands and gave the artery opening a kiss as well before putting it gently into the trash can. The lungs I spent no time with, but I gave them the same slow descent into the bin, before returning to my work. Slab after slab of Bambi's meat came off of her body, and with it tendrils of veins and ligaments galore. The bin filled up slowly, the plastic bag stretching and straining against the top lip of recepticle. As bone showed its beautiful but stained form, I sliced through connective tissue with surgical precision, taking special care to not move any one bone too far from its brothers and sisters. I wanted to keep her whole, even in this state. I undid the bounds on Bambi's arms and legs as I came to them, shaving each finger clean of meat and laying the bones and joints out in diagram perfection. Her hooves I sat upright, if only because they would roll to and fro on the wooden board as I worked. It reminded me of the way she would roll and spin around the pole at Gaucho's, and I was more than once sent into a dream I only snapped myself out of when my finger ran across the edge of my blade midway through feeling up dream Bambi's calf. I bandaged my finger up, replaced the glove, and continued. The deer's brain I extracted after severing her head from her spinal column. The tongs came back into play, digging up through the bottom of her skull and slowly extracting the wrinkled mass of nerve endings. All of Bambi's thoughs were encased within the soft, purple-grey blob of goo now resting upon the wooden table. I splayed my hand across its surface, fingertips digging into the squishy mass. I kept pushing, my grip growing firmer and firmer, my arm's muscles tensing up until my claws pushed past the surface and I was deep within the soft interior of Bambi's brain. I let my digts enjoy the waning warmth within, lifting the brain up and suspending it over the trash bin. A few hard shakes and it, too, was gone, hitting the pile of flesh and guts with a sickening sound I had heard more than once in this room. Now clean of close to all of her flesh, Bambi's skeleton laid naked upon my worktable. I could only grin at the sight, those bones so perfect for dancing. Hip sockets wider than normal, able to gain incredible lines along the floor. I could see, in my mind, Bambi dancing through The Firebird Suite, spinning into the Nutcracker, and hitting every pose in Swan Lake. I began humming a little Tchaikovsky as I turned my attention to the bin of bleach. A rough scrubbing pad floated along the top of the water, and I plucked it up with one hand while grabbing a hoof with the other. Bleach does wonders to bone. The hooves, thankfully, did not lose an ounce of their black luster, but as I worked upward on Bambi's skeleton, each bone I scrubbed clean of barnacle-like bits of muscle and flesh became white and virgin. The bleach water became redder and redder, the blood having been wicked away from the hard bone. I worked unendngly, the hours ticking themselves away as the sun rose outside. In the gallery, paintings began to glow with the sunlight that invited itself in, through the glass roof and along the white walls. It bounced from the red and white canvas, aong the floor past a sculpture cast in light cream plaster, before shining on the wall furthest from the entry door. There, a large white curtain hung, draped over the shape of something large and turned at a slight vertical angle. A small placard in front of it, printed in helvetica in black type on a white background, simply read "A New Piece". The wine flowed heavily when evening came. I was alert, having given myself enough time after disposing of Bambi's flesh in my kiln to sleep, eat, and caffienate myself for the evening's festivities. Members of all different walks of the art world were amassed in my gallery, peering over works they had seen before and a few new ones I had made for private functions and brought back to my home afterward. Benches had been erected, chrome with plush grey pillows atop them to blend into the concrete as much as possible, so as not to distract from my works. Hors d'oeuvres were passed out by strapping waiters in full tuxedo regalia, set on round glass platters with no edges. I trusted my catering company to never drop a single pate, and they had not failed me yet. Once again, I was complimented on food other people had made, and I soaked it in with abandon. I had an arousal beneath my trouser pants that could not be contained this night. Days after a fresh kill, I would have this insatiable lust that I attacked with ferocious measures when no one was around. No one knew how to please me like I did. Promptly at nine, when the moon was once again peeking in its perversion into my gallery, I called my guests to stand around the white sheet. Smiling at them all, I held up my wine glass, sloshing the little bit of the cabernet around. "My valued guests. I present to you, as I present on every party I host, a new piece." I motioned to the placard, which drew a soft laugh from the crowd. It was pleasantries for a tired joke. I lowered my glass and turned to the sheet, walking toward it. "I have found myself, as of late, completely enamored with the idea that the best ballet dancers are born...different. Their bones are a different shape, which gives them the extra openness one expects from ballet." I set my wine glass upon a small table, and began to finger the edge of the sheet. "This fascination has brought me to my new piece, which I simply call Bambino." A flick of my wrist and the sheet flew away. A large plexiglass aquarium greeted my party guests, filled with gelatinized formaldehyde. Inside, placed precariously in ballet first position, was a skeleton. It looked ready to leap from the blue goo it was contained inside. A gasp rolled through the crowd, the stunned silence that always followed the first unveiling of a new masterpiece. The roar of applause followed, a few of my guests putting their wine glasses down to clap with such intensity that I could feel the vibrations from my distance. I felt my entire body go numb with adoration, my eyes lidding themselves halfway as I basked. The applause, like all good things, died down, and while some partygoers began to wander back toward the rest of the gallery, a lean zebra approached me and grabbed my hand, shaking it before I could stop him. He seemed intensely pleased with my work, and who was I to say no to more praise. "I have to commend you on this, it's simply amazing. You achieved the perfect first position. How many pictures of ballerinas did you have to study to get it right?" "I have a few books, I made sure to follow those as much as I could. Beyond that, it was all simple knowledge of anatomy." The zebra seemed dumbfounded, but let go of my hand finally. I picked up my drink and walked back around to look at the aquarium from the front. The zebra found his way back over to me as I nursed the last sips of my wine, watching the skeleton through the bottom of the stemware. "I truly cannot say enough about this piece. Then again, the art world always thinks they've seen the best of Jessica LeLange, and then you wow us again." A smile tugged at my lips. "I know."

Gym Buddies III: Part One by SpeakingWolf

#1 of Gym Buddies III -   **Gym Buddies III: Part One**   The service really was beautiful, just as many of the mourners had said.  "He looked so peaceful," whimpered a fennec.  Her husband gently wrapped his arms around her frame to stop her from causing a scene. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" a badger

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**Gym Buddies III: Part One** The service really was beautiful, just as many of the mourners had said. "He looked so peaceful," whimpered a fennec. Her husband gently wrapped his arms around her frame to stop her from causing a scene. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" a badger pushed in no particular direction. "With the sun being out and a cloudless sky... do you think he's watching us? Do you think he's happy?" The fennec lost control of her emotions at that point and wept into a handkerchief. The husband rubbed her back and gave a comforting, "there, there." "Do you think it's true?" a wolf dared. His hair was unkempt - not the right look for a funeral at all. His suit was also a little tatty - not to the point where anyone's glancing eyes would notice, but if someone took a detailed look, the untidy clothes would be hard to miss. "Do you think he... you know? Killed himself?" "Roger! Don't say things like that," I heard someone hiss. But why hide the truth? He had killed himself - I knew he would. He was so depressed the last time I saw him. I wondered for a moment if that was the last time anyone saw him. Glancing down at the simple metal urn of ashes, I sighed. My breath became heavy as I wondered about him in some type of afterlife. A paw comforted my shoulder, though I didn't bother to look up at whose it was. I didn't know anyone here anyway, so what would it matter? Instead, I thought over what I'd had trouble coming to terms with ever since I knew. "He's dead. He's really dead." "I know. Are you okay, Al?" I'd recognise those tones anywhere. The rasp in Luke's voice still hadn't healed from that night. The night I nearly got him killed. The night Dan told me how much he hated me. I started to cry, so the husky span me into his body and rubbed his paws through my dark-brown fur. The husky looked good in a black suit, and ruining it with tears and my runny nose didn't make me feel any better. "Luke," I whimpered. "Shh, it's okay," he cooed, "it's okay." I smiled at how sweet and caring he was. He pulled me out of his body to let me see his face, which was painted with a huge comforting smile and two brilliant blue eyes. My eyes couldn't help but keep away from his neck - or rather, the burn on his neck. There was a huge bald patch where the dry skin was still peeling like dead wallpaper. I looked at the ground in shame and clapped a paw over my mouth. "Luke, I'm so sorry," I rushed out. "Stop apologising, Al," the husky insisted, "I know you didn't mean to." I shook my head vigorously, holding back another torrent of tears. "Listen, if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you." "And you're alone, aren't you?" The husky looked at me questioningly. "Well, I don't think Dan'd show up, would he?" Luke shook his grey-furred head and sighed. "He thinks this is some kind of trick that you planned. He..." I knew what Luke stopped himself from saying. *'He hates you more because of it.'* "He doesn't know what to think," he decided upon. "It's hardly a trick," I said. Just because my father thought it would be good for me to share his name, I had to suffer. It had caused so much hassle whenever we were in the same room - so much aggravation over the past, and now it caused Dan to think I was playing with his emotions. "Does he even know you're here?" I asked, trying not to think about my dead dad. Luke shook his head and held his cast for me to see. "I'm at physio for my paw if anyone asks. Hopefully, Dan won't go looking for my suit while I'm out." I nodded with a smile and thought. I really could have used an ear to listen to, and Luke was more than willing to put up with my moaning for a while. "How long have you got? You know, until you're 'out of physio'?" "A couple of hours?" he suggested. "Well, why don't we go back to my house?" I offered. "I don't really know anyone here, so I'm not gonna be missed that much and I could really use a friend to talk to." Luke nodded and placed a paw on my shoulder. "Well I'm glad to *be* your friend, Al," he smiled. As we turned, I bumped into someone - the third face I recognised the entire day after my father and Luke. "Jason! What are you doing here?" The German Shepherd pulled me into a vice-like hug and I felt my eyes bulge out as he tried to squeeze the life from me. "Al, are you okay?" His voice was deep and gorgeous, so I ran my fingers through the black fur on his head. He returned the favour as he tended to me. "It's okay, you're okay now." "Thanks," I wheezed out breathlessly. He let up from the hug and smiled, still keeping his paws on my hips. It was nice to see him, but I'd had enough of all the sympathetic smiles - everyone was wearing them. When I thought about Jason and how he fitted into my life, it quickly became apparent that his smile wasn't out of sympathy. It was probably the most genuine of all of them. "How've you been?" he asked. Not knowing how to answer, I just shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, what are you up to tonight? It'd be good to talk." I had to agree - it *would* be good to talk to Jason. We hadn't seen each other in far too long, so catching up was definitely in order. I smiled at him and nodded. "Sounds like fun. Well, I'm just off out with Luke," I said, pointing my thumb to the husky next to me, "so-" "Oh," Jason murmured, looking a little hurt, "I didn't realise you were seeing someone. Hi, Luke," he said, offering his left paw to the husky. I noticed him jerk his right paw forward and quickly back, which the husky obviously picked up on. Luke gave a slight chuckle at this as he took Jason's paw. "Hi, Jason. But, no, we're not together," Luke went on. At a funeral, it shouldn't be right for anyone to look as happy as Jason did, but I didn't judge him for it one bit. "Really? So you're still... available?" I shot him a look. "Are you hitting on me? At my own father's funeral?" His smile quickly faded. Not out of shame for doing it, but more because he was trying to give the right impression. Before he could give me an answer, I looked into his eyes and questioned him. "What's your phone number?" The Alsatian blushed at me and riffled through his pocket. He pulled out a business card, which I quickly glanced over. It simply said *'Jason V, Musician'* with his phone number printed across the bottom. "Musician? You finally did it, then?" "I'll explain later. Now, you go off with your... not-boyfriend," he said, patting me on the shoulder. "I'll see you later." In seconds he was gone, so the husky and I walked to our respective vehicles. I played with the card in my fingers until I got to the car door. "Okay, how about I follow you?" Luke suggested huskily. "It'd be easier than coming back and finding a parking ticket to pay for." "Okay," I said, pushing Jason's number into my pocket. The car was roasting hot, and the leather creaked as I sat into it. I rolled down the electric windows as soon as the engine kicked into gear. My dad's house - which I would now come to call my house - wasn't far from where the wake was held. At tops, it was half-a-mile away from the mourners. The traffic-free day meant that it was a quick journey. I kept my eye on the car following me, wondering whether or not Luke was struggling to control the car with his shattered paw. We pulled up outside the house, and thankfully, there was enough space for Luke to park close. Taking the keys out of the ignition, I got out of the door, closed it behind me and locked it with the remote on the keyring. Luke was mesmerised by the building we'd parked outside. "This is your house?" "It is now," I said, moving towards the front door. Luke groaned as if he shouldn't have asked, to which I comforted him and told him I didn't mind. The door creaked open like something from a cheesy horror movie. The way that the sunlight caught the dust really didn't help, nor did the fact that we'd just come from a funeral. Our footsteps echoed through the hollow corridor and the door creaked again as Luke closed it. "Thanks." "Jesus, this place is huge! The apartment Dan and I are staying in is smaller than one of these rooms," he said, peering in through each door that we passed. I smiled at his exaggeration, which he quickly picked up on. "What? I'm serious. We're on Warbreck, the places there are tiny." My eyes widened at this - Warbreck houses weren't big enough to accommodate one, let alone two. "You're not gonna live there forever, though, right?" Luke nodded. "Well, all the money's going on food and rent. We can't get enough for a mortgage, so... yeah, we are." "Can't you live with your parents? I mean, they don't know about you two, do they?" "No, they don't," Luke started, "but we're living alone together. Even though it's not perfect... it's kinda perfect." I felt bad for the huskies - they deserved something better. Luke was so nice to me, even after everything that had happened. And Dan... well, Dan hated my guts, but I'd love it if he could be happy. "Do you want a drink?" I offered him. "Yes, please," he accepted, following me into the kitchen. Knowing he was driving - and being the health nut that he was - I picked out some orange juice for him and poured a glass. I poured a second one for myself. I wouldn't have felt right drinking anything harder than whatever my guests were having. The husky let me lead him into the living room, which was lit brightly from the sunlight shining through the main windows. Luke sat in the main leather and sank into it. "Comfy?" I asked, finding the one opposite him. He gave an agreeable murr before sipping from his glass and smiling at me. "Hey," I said, just noticing, "your teeth!" Luke jumped forward with a smile and pulled his lips back. A full set of pearly whites were sitting there, shining in the sunlight. "Implants," he beamed, obviously happy with the work that had been done. "They were expensive, but really worth it!" "I thought you said all the money was going on food and rent," I pointed out. "Well, mum and dad bought them," he explained, "they blame themselves for not making me stay in the house." "They're nice," I said, admiring them. He cleared his throat and rubbed his burn gently. I saw him start to scratch at the flaky skin, which he winced and quickly stopped when he realised how much it hurt. "So, er... h-how are you?" Luke picked up on the hesitation in my voice and glared at me until I gave in. "Fine - how's Dan?" He shook his head and looked at the orange liquid. "You're not gonna like any answer I give, Al. Sorry," he said. "I know, I know! But... I just..." Luke moved forwards and leant into me. "Hey, you don't wanna be getting down today - not any more than you have to. You've just had your dad die." I nodded my head. "And I know you've probably heard this all day, but I'm sorry." "Sorry? What for?" I had no idea what he could or should be apologising for. He sighed as if he didn't want to say whatever it was. "Your father, Al," he eventually gave in. "I'm sorry that he died - it looks like it's really upset you." I chuckled a little and looked into Luke's eyes. I'd started to see what Dan was saying - the blue in them really did sparkle. "No, Luke, I'm upset over what I did to you." He looked slightly confused at this. "But weren't you close with him? Your dad?" "Close?" I considered my answer greatly before committing to it. "I don't think so. I mean, I've never had emotions like these before, and they... they make me feel like a bad person." "Why?" Luke hoarsely pushed. I took a deep breath and answered him and prepared to admit the truth. "Because I've never been so glad that someone's dead."

Suprising Daddy 3 by Bronwyn Rose

Mark sighed as he finally saw the lights of his home town come into view. Only a few more miles and he would be at home again. He had enjoyed the last year of college, would even miss the few friends he had made while there. Yet he was also was glad to be home. He had missed his dad and sister,

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Mark sighed as he finally saw the lights of his home town come into view. Only a few more miles and he would be at home again. He had enjoyed the last year of college, would even miss the few friends he had made while there. Yet he was also was glad to be home. He had missed his dad and sister, especially his sister. He had never, and probably would never, tell anyone this, but he had always loved seeing his little sister walking around in her thin nightgowns. The clinging material had shown off every curve of her slight little preteen, then teen, figure. He couldn't wait to see how her figure had blossomed over the time he had been away. Mark turned down the last road and parked in front of the house. The stuff he had brought with him could wait till the morning to be unloaded; he thought as he got out and made his way towards the kitchen door. Deciding to make it a surprise, he didn't call out a welcoming as he opened the door. He closed it quietly and stepped into the house, stopping at the sudden, and unmistakable, sounds of people pleasuring each other. He made his way slowly through the kitchen, then down the hallway towards his dad's bedroom. The door was open, but he still hung back in the shadows, his mind going blank at what he saw. Kim, his now sixteen year old sister, was lying on her back, her largely pregnant belly thrusting up again and again with the motion of her hips. Her delicate paws and fingers were splayed over breasts that looked to have grown from slight bumps into larger, obviously milk swollen, orbs. Lengthy, if still slightly gangly, legs were spread wide, giving his father room to bury his head between her luscious thighs. Kim moaned and squeezed her breasts slightly, making the milky liquid filling them leek out of the two pert nipples and drip down the slopes of her round breasts into her soft chest fur. He had such an urge to lick his tongue over those twin orbs, to see exactly what that milk tasted like. As he stood watching, Kim's small body began to writhe in the throes of passion and climax. He could feel the heat of his own arousal spreading through his body and shaft, making it harden and press painfully against his pants. Moving on its own, his paw slid down over his length, then back up to slip into his pants to free his now aching shaft. Now bare, his palm stroked over his sensitive shaft ripping a moan from his throat. Kim lazily turned her head and smiled at the beautiful sight in the hallway. There stood her older brother, back against the wall for support, his gorgeous long cock in his hand, eyes glued to her naked body. She motioned him into the room, murring at the things their father was doing with his tongue. Dad looked up as Marks weight settled on the bed, and smiled as his sons fingers trailed lightly over the round belly in front of them. Dad smiled and lowered back down, running his tongue over the folds of Kim's dripping sex. His teeth gently grazed the nub of her clit making her arch off the bed as his tongue delved deep into her dripping cunny. Mark ran his hands from her swollen belly up to her swollen breasts. They felt so hard and full to his touch, and when he pinched the nipple gently with his fingers, fresh milk oozed out. His mind was so gone; he couldn't have stopped himself if he had wanted as he bent to catch the drip of milk on his tongue. The first taste was like a drop of water to a dying man. He latched his lips onto the breast, tongue flicking over the nipple, and suckled like a babe. The groan of pleasure from his sister had his heart racing and groaning in return. With his body and paws moving of their own accord, he shifted his position, slipping his cloths from his slim and muscular frame, only barely noticing as his father's position changed to be kneeling and suckling on the other breast. When all of his cloths had been tossed carelessly to the floor he lowered himself down and, while still suckling, slid his hand between her legs and slid his finger deep between the folds of her sex. She arched and moaned, loving the touching. His hard shaft rubbed against her thigh as she moved, bringing her attention back to his need. She exchanged a whispered conversation with Dad then, with a grin, pushed Mark onto his back, being sure to shove a pillow under his firm and tasty ass. She ran her paws down his shaft, fingers finding sensitive places to drive him mad before she moved to straddle his hips. She was wet from before so his shaft slid in deep with no resistance making them both groan. Mark grabbed her hips and thrust himself up hard, filling her completely and making her shudder. They moved together a few times till she slowed the pace. Dad had moved around behind her and was slowly spreading lube over his own hard throbbing shaft, then around her tight hot tail star. Occasionally his massaging fingers would slip down and tease across his sons balls and where his shaft impaled his daughter. Mark shivered, trying to push deeper inside Kim's dripping body, but Kim held him hostage, not letting either of them move while she waited for Dad. After about a minute more, Dad pushed Kim down a little from behind, then moved up to her. Mark lay, holding his breath, feeling every movement as Dad's shaft slowly parted her tail star. Groans sounded from all three as they each felt the fullness and tightness of Kim's soft cunny. When Dad was buried deep inside the two men began to move, pushing Kim's body back and forth between them. Soon their rhythm gained speed and force. Marks lips opened as he saw one of Kim's pert nipples bob past his face, catching it in his mouth and suckled hard, nipping gently with his teeth to make her cry out with pleasure. Kim's soft paw caressed down Marks hips, touching him to urge him on. He raised his paws from their grips on the sheets and let them slide up her arms and down her body, resting one on her tight ass and moving the other up to caress at her free and bouncing breast. Dad's fingers dug gently into Kim's hips helping him to thrust deeper and harder into his daughter's sweet and tight ass. She opened her mouth and let out a long low moan before sucking in a gasping breath only to cry out again with pleasure. Her whole body had gotten very sensitive with the pregnancy, and having both shafts inside, as well as all of the touches of fingers and fur, was making her lose control of herself fast. They were all getting close to climaxing as they continued to thrust back and forth. The only sounds in the room were a mixture of panting moans and the soft slurp of Kim's ass and cunny being pounced harder and faster. Then suddenly, Kim stiffened, eyes popping open as she threw back her head and screamed her pleasure. Her muscles clamped hard around both shafts, squeezing and milking her father and brother. The gripping climax was too much for both men, and with equally loud roars of pleasure, they climaxed together. Both shafts pumped Jen's small body full with hot cum until, panting and spent, they all fell to the side, still tied together. Mark shifted a little till he lay more comfortably; not wanting to press to hard against the baby snuggled happily in its womb. He closed his eyes for a moment and felt her soft lips brush against his throat. With a smile he curled his arm around to first give her a soft squeeze then to rest lightly on his side. He opened his eyes at the soft sound of her sleeping and looked into Dad's eyes, smiling at him. "Well, now. That was one hell of a welcome home, Pops." "Yeah, that it was, "he said, then hesitated a moment. "I am sorry we didn't tell you. " "Tell me what? About the baby? Or about the fact that the baby is yours?" His dad looked a little sheepish and shrugged, "Both. I guess we were kind of afraid of your reaction. I mean, this is not exactly the normal thing for a family. But the question of whether or not you would find it disgusting has just been answered." Mark rested his hand on Kim's full belly and smiled when the baby inside gave a happy kick in response. "No, Dad, I find it wonderful. Is it ok if I continue college here in town? I don't want to leave you and Kim again." "Sure son," he said softly before bending and kissing Mark gently on the forehead, "Stay forever if you like."

Beginnings Ch. 3 by Skye1998

#3 of Beginings -   I walked in and went up to my room and lay in bed. After I had stared up at the ceiling for about an hour, my cell phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID. It was Max. I picked up the phone. "Hi" I said dully. "There you are!" Max replied. "I was so worried!" I woke up and

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I walked in and went up to my room and lay in bed. After I had stared up at the ceiling for about an hour, my cell phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID. It was Max. I picked up the phone. "Hi" I said dully. "There you are!" Max replied. "I was so worried!" I woke up and you were gone. Do you want me to come over?" "That would be nice." I said. A while later, i heard the door open. I walked downstairs to see Max standing with a DVD in his hand. "Hi," He said. "I brought a movie we could watch. It might make you feel better." He down on the couch and I put the movie in the player. It was The Princess Bride. I smiled. It may seem like a total chick flick, but it is one of the best movies I've ever seen. "I love this movie!" I exclaimed. I hugged Max. "Thank you." I leaned up against him and started the movie. Surprisingly, it did make me feel better. At the end of the movie we sat there, all snuggled up under a blanket. I placed my paw on Max's. "Do you want to stay the night?" "Sure." Max replied. "I'd love to. Do you want to watch another movie?" "I'll make some popcorn!" I yelled as I went to the kitchen. Half an hour into the movie I took Max's hand in mine. I pulled him close and kissed him. I wanted to stay like this forever. After what felt like an eternity we broke from each other. "I've wanted to do that for so long." Max whispered. "Me too." I replied. For the rest of the movie we were silent but I kept Max's hand in mine. Sometime I must have fallen asleep because I woke up in my bed. I went downstairs and Max was asleep on the couch. "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a brand new day!" I said with a smile. "Mmmffgg. What time is it?" Max mumbled. "Around seven." I told him. "I made waffles!" We went to the table and started eating. I coudn't stop smiling. Max had wanted to kiss me! He had wanted to kiss ME! "Hey, there's a party at Jace's tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." Max said. "Of course I will!" I replied enthusiastically. "Great!" Max replied. That night we got on the bus. It dropped us off around a block away from Jace's house where the party was being held. When we got there, I could hear the music pounding in the distance. Jace was at the door to greet us. He brushed his long black fur out of his face. "Hey Max. Hey Skye. Glad you could make it." He turned to me. "I heard about your mom. I'm so sorry." "Thank you." I said. His apology sounded genuine. We went inside. I heard a voice laugh behind me. It was Haru. He was the biggest bully in the entire school. "Oh look, it's Skye the orphan. Where's your mommy now, freak?" "Shut up Haru." Max said. I saw his paws curl into fists. "No." I said gently, "I can deal with this." I walked up to him. "Listen Haru, you don't scare me. I'm fed up with you picking on me. Now stop. Stop hurting people for your own enjoyment. That's right. I know you like hurting people. So go away and leave me alone." I backed away. "I mean that." I walked away with Max. Max looked at me a look of awe. "That was amazing." He said. "And I was all ready to sock him in the face." "Well I'm glad you didn't. We don't want to ruin Jace's party." I got two glasses of punch and gave one to Max. "Well, here goes. I hope this isn't spiked with anything." I took a tentative sip. "Nope, It's fine." We sat down on a couch. I touched Max's hand. "Not here." Max whispered as he moved my hand gently. "Let's go downstairs." We went down to the basement, which was empty, because everyone was upstairs. I held both of Max's hands in mine. Our noses were touching. "I... I think I love you." I whispered in his ear. "I love you too." He whispered back. We kissed. I had my arms around his neck. He had his hands on my back. Somewhere upstairs someone turned on a slow song. We danced, moving slowly, gracefully. "You're a great dancer." I said. "Thanks, you aren't too bad yourself." Max replied. We continued dancing until the song ended. We heard a slow clapping from behind us. It got faster as we turned around. Someone was there.

Breaker of Chains by Cheetahs

It's here! After a week of preparations and edits, the first part of the story is ready to see the light of day. Why split it? Because it was getting too big and tedious to read, not to mention edit. I mentioned in my journal that this story belongs to last summer's batch, so the writing was

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Endor returned from the merchant's row to find his lady wearing one of the vilest dresses he ever laid eyes upon. "Did you find dragon pearls?" the raven haired woman smiled hopefully. She was still tying one of the many laces dangling from her dress. Her exposed breasts would have stirred the blood of many, but they didn't attract the eyes of the only man present inside the small villa. Endor forced a smile of his own and dug into his waist pouch. A collar of dark, sparkling beads caught the light spilling through the windows. It was almost midday. When had morning passed? It was a question suited for better rested minds. Endor eyed the crystal chairs surrounding Laeta's fabled glass table, a sharp thing with too many edges too count. She said it looks like a snowflake. To Endor, it looked like poor craftsmanship worth too much coin. "Goddess bless you," the lady walked towards him, moving awkwardly in her woman shoes. She tripped two times before resting a hand on her man. A quick slash of hand, a tug, and the spheres were gone, replaced by an overly sweet perfume and strawberry-smelling lips. "And more. You earned more than their favor," the woman said, kissing Endor on each cheek. He waited for this. "Better not," he said smugly. "Gods can take all manner of shapes. What if they are ugly?" "You speak foolishness," the lady turned around. "They are fair," she giggled, looking back. "Fair like you, and the prince." "Because we believe them so," Endor raised his eyebrows. The lady's shoes poked the wood as she walked. That was the only answer she offered. Or rather, the floor did. "Giving up so soon, Laeta?" "Get dressed. I do not want to linger. We'll have to pay extra coin to the cart master if he waits for you to fit into your garb." "A lady's wish is my command," Endor whispered. Laeta's screams brought him on the verge of laughter. She was always insistent on those small, insignificant matters. Such pomposity served a single purpose: to be laughed at. Endor crossed the hall, climbed the stairs leading to the upper quarters, and secluded himself in his room. A fine, sapphire colored suit waited on the bed. Laeta really tried to make him a noble. Four months of living together taught her nothing but a false image of the man she knew. The man she thought she knew. Endor smiled and walked to his dresser. An array of fine dining suits fanned before him. He pondered on wearing the black one before he reconsidered. Laeta had to be pleased. Things worked easier that way. And if the plan worked, Endor would have the final laugh at the end of the day. He dressed fast and carefully. Suit on, lizard skin shoes on his feet, perfume all over the place. Laeta liked him such, all scented and pampered. He walked a few paces and stared in the hall mirror. A fine prince stared back, with straight black hair and aquamarine eyes. The suit matched those very well, but who cared? The bed did, first to touch the serlavriam silk of his outfit. Half an hour offered no time to sleep, but spiting Laeta felt better even than the headache starting to expand inside Endor's temples. How would the feast look like? Who will attend? How to execute the plan? Was he even going with it? All of the city guard would be there? "But they'll be drunk." *Not all of them will,\_a worry whispered. \_Your plan will waver. Your courage will crumble. Your withering wit will not aid you anymore than that useless wife of yours.* The all came from all sides, barging like starving wolfhounds. Endor gripped the bed sheets and squeezed. He couldn't fail. He couldn't. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and wailed a deaf scream. Not two heartbeats passed when Laeta's yell answered him. Endor brushed his raven hair aside and looked outside. Past gardens, roads and bustling buildings stretched the fringe of the royal forest. Sunlight bore upon his skin. Scents, wild as the trees, mixed in their flagrance. The buzzing of insects and the songs of birds were all he heard as he stood there, alone, with the only Sun he- "Endor, my dove! The cart master is here!" Endor blinked. He was still inside this wooden prison. The dream he thought of every day and night since the incident was only that. A dream. One of many, if it wasn't the king's name day. The day Endor planned and expected since his Sun stopped shining. He went down with a smile upon his lips and a storm inside his head. "The prince himself will be envious," Laeta giggled, wiggly hair laughing alongside her. She smelled wickedly, with all those mixed scents latching her fine dress. Endor coughed, blaming the dust. "All thanks to the vision standing beside me," Endor bowed and kissed her hand. The woman flustered. "Oh, you gallant knight. Come, the carriage awaits," she extended her hand, smiling at her betrothed. Endor's fingers surrounded Laeta's waist. Gods, she was small. Did this woman eat anything? Her petite form and slow steps were even worse than the headache. The ornate door at the end of the hall swung open. A respectable looking elder moved to welcome the couple and lead them to his carriage. The three walked slowly over the stone paved ground shooting through the entrance gardens. Laeta smiled, giggled, and made all sort of remarks about the golden arches of the carriage. If she had eyes, she would've noticed the mare's raised tail. Endor led her straight ahead. Water burst forth, sending droplets everywhere. Laeta screamed, almost stumbling on the way back. "Woman..." Endor sighed. "That's vile. I won't climb into anything carried by that animal!" "Do you want to miss the king's name day because of-" "No, you oaf!" She screamed, hands lashing in anger. She returned to the carriage, grimacing as she climbed the few stairs. Endor went after her, closing the door behind him. The last image he saw was of the cart master. The old man was on the verge of laughter, with a face red as a cherry and a stupid smile to cover his mirth and two missing teeth. Endor shut the carriage door and rested near the window. Seclusion felt better than company. Hopefully his harpy would stay near the door, like she always did during- An arm wrapped around his neck. Laeta giggled, leaned her curly head on Endor's shoulder and started humming softly. A long journey stretched ahead, and Endor had to endure every minute of it. Buildings, large and small, passed by here and there. Endor blinked. Tiredness made his eyes heavy, and even those bothersome worries fled when drowsiness started settling. The small talk died before the carriage even left the city's outskirts. Laeta tried to coax more words out of her soon-to-be husband, yet that river turned to dust shortly after. Endor had to say, and Laeta refused to speak - being a listener more than a talker. The woman turned her head back, eyes closed. A walk from her villa to the carriage and two steps must have brought her on the verge exhaustion. Endor rolled his eyes and sighed in disbelief. What sort of creature wanted to breed him? He knew the answer since his mother inflicted this disease upon him: Laeta, daughter of Krolir, cousin to Raelor, ruler of the realm. She was a high standing, well mannered, respectable young lady. Many in the realm looked upon her like hounds after a bitch in heat. Endor merely spared a fugitive glance and grimaced. All he saw was a wide eyed, long-browed, clumped haired ugliness wearing golden rags. In short, a noble. He turned eyes towards the window. Finally the city's grays gave way to more pleasant colors. The field of wheat turned thoughts towards the past. Endor's lips stretched into a weak smile when he remembered how he ran between the golden stalks, chased by his Sun. A year passed, and his lioness already seemed a distant memory. Endor sighed and leaned his head on something soft and cushy. He didn't want to think of that. Not now, when plans and scenarios were waiting for their chance to pounce within the confines of his troubled mind. Instead, he focused on the landscape, counting wheat and clouds until awareness slipped from him. The sound of hooves crashing stones sung endlessly until sleep took him. Something brushed against his legs. Endor eyed the purring feline as it rubbed against him, eyes closed. The master shouted commands and he heard the novice beast handlers train in the sparring circle, but he cared not for them. The sun bore down upon his skin, inviting him to partake in something greater than the usual training sessions. Endor disappeared inside the thicker vegetation. He jumped and ran far longer than his stamina normally allowed. Trees were a blur around him, a pale reflection of the radiant feline that surged ahead of him. She ran between trees and leaped over vines, often waiting for the slower human to catch up. Endor stopped, drawing heavy breaths. Dropping on the cold soil, he eyed the glimmers of the sun poking through the dense canopy until a wet nose approached his face. He hugged that tawny head, chuckling at the rough strokes of tongue. "Yes, yes, you won again," he dropped the cat on its back, scratching its chest. "What reward should you deserve?" He picked a paw, squeezing the soft pads. The cat kicked and nipped at his arm, green eyes shining with playfulness. "You aren't ticklish, Sun,' Endor slapped her flank. "Unless you crave a deeper touch." He went at the base of her tail and poked a finger between her waiting lips. The cat growled, but her clamping walls spoke even louder of what she desired. Endor probed her insides, pushing and tickling at the nibs of flesh. His feline tensed, paws embracing one another until the tips of claws emerged. Her insides throbbed and spasmed with delight. A spurt of liquid rushed past Endor's finger, wetting the ground below Sun's restless tail. "Quick as always," he licked his finger, tasting the bittersweet flagrance between his lips. "I'll give you another one when we reach the river." He gave her more than that. Standing above her, with two front paws wrapped around his neck and the other two pressing their warm pads against his belly, Endor thrust. His member became stone, throbbing insistently inside Sun's scalding depths. "Chh," Endor grunted, burying his face in his feline's neck. She licked at the air, throat rumbling with delight. The master said this was wrong. By all rights, mating a beast went against any rule. Endor didn't care. Being inside his companion felt more right than anything in the world. Flesh poked and caressed from all sides, urging Endor to release his seed. He thrust again and again until he was on the verge of release. Endor growled, matching the feline's savage snarl. Tremors wrecked his body. The peak hit him so hard his vision blurred. And then he blinked. The lights and shapes rearranged themselves, and all the feelings vanished. Endor blinked again, head swimming in confusion. He didn't hug anyone but Laeta, and his member found nothing but undergarments to ram against. "We almost arrived" Laeta giggled in that annoying, excited fashion of hers. "Sprout from your sleep and think of the greetings!" A dream. It was only a dream. Sun wasn't alive. She couldn't be. Endor bit his cheek, forcing his mind on the present. "Wha? Greet who?" "The greetings, you oaf!" she gently slapped his cheek, then kissed it. "The nobles you can tell anything you wish, but the king deserves more. Compliment his..." she frowned, thoughtful. "Just say nice things about him and his son. I will keep the lady occupied." "What lady, again?" "His lady!" Do this. Do that. Endor's mind felt sluggish and worn. Drowsiness made everything heavy, not only his eyelids. As he blinked a few times, he noticed the white marbled villas of the king's quarters and a sizeable crowd of men. They belonged to all kinds of classes, though beggars were the easiest to notice. They slapped and banged their fists against the carriage's window, showing rotten teeth and messy hair. "Endor!" Laeta pulled his head back to her. "It's important!" He barely resisted the urge to slap that bobbing head as it prattled on and on like a crazed desert fly. Endor hated those. They were just like Laeta, sucking life of anything they touched. "I know what to say," he grunted. "You worry too much." "Because I want this to be perfect," Laeta beamed. She grabbed Endor's hands in her petite ones. "We will meet the king," she drew closer. "Hundreds of high nobles will attend," she approached more, until their noses met. "And we will dance and eat and dance all night!," she hugged Endor in a mighty embrace. "As...as you say," Endor gently pushed her scented hair out of his mouth. "Lets not forget the bestiary." Laeta drew back. "That filthy pen?" She threw him a nasty look. "I do not attend the king's name day to visit pigs and smell their shit." Her green eyes glimmered in the sunbeams under thin, curved eyebrows. Teeth gently pressed on a lithe lip, and a hand nervously played with some curls of hair hiding behind her ear. He expected her to get all worked up for nothing, though as much as it delighted Endor to ruin that brilliant mood of hers, he preferred to keep her temper in check. After all, she was part of his plan. "There will be no pigs," Endor said calmly. "We will see all manner of great cats, wolves, dragons and predators from the farthest reaches of the crescent kingdoms." "Pigs with different looks," Laeta snapped. "Turn thoughts from such filth. We will not take a single step towards that vile-" "As you say," Endor conceded. Words would no longer be of any use. On that subject, at least. Laeta talked about preparations and fitting words for each of the fifteen noble houses until the gardens of royal palace loomed before them. They were lush in green, speckled with all manner of flowers and vines. They tangled and twisted around special supports, giving shape to men and beasts alike. The king fancied diversity unlike the others before him, who carved only statues and representation of heroes past. The carriage came to a stop soon after they entered the stone paved courtyard. Fountains and columns rose around the four moon shaped corners representing the crescent kingdoms. Though similar, each side bore the unique traces of its people. Endor would have liked to see the Endor'el mountain men or the tall desert walkers of the west, but he caught sight of none. Nobles from the central kingdom were everywhere, blocking the sight with their colorful attires and refined entourage. Nobles always required a hand with everything, and their quick legged servants were here to obey. Endor climbed down from the carriage, lending a hand to his clumsy lady. Several noble groups were already approaching, bearing dishonest smiles on their faces. A prod on the back of his neck made Endor wince. As a man and future husband, it was his duty to talk first and introduce his lady. He heard names, talked some pleasantries, and found plenty of excuses to rid himself of what Laeta called 'friends'. Their words carried more hidden meanings than a dog had fleas, yet she still joked and laughed and giggled. "I think they were rather nice," she said as the two walked towards the palace's entrance. Two sets of ornate doors protected the path to the palace, along with a sizeable number of guards. The Garden of Greetings was only a meeting place. From now on, they entered the domain of the king. "Indeed," Endor agreed. "Though that fat one didn't favor your jokes." "They were all envious, dove. What do you expect?" She grabbed his hand. "The goddess herself would be envious of our radiance. Wait until the king sees us!" "We won't have to wait for long." The king's retinue was made up a dozen of guardsmen and other attendants, all bearing the azure colors of , the central kingdom. "Let us hurry then!" Laeta rushed forward. A large man with a wolf-shaped helmet greeted them before the first door. He inquired reasons and proof of invitation. Endor presented them with both. "Plenty of questions," he said to Laeta as they passed onto the King's Path. "Did you expect special treatment? It's the king's name day!" the woman answered. They were less than a hundred steps away, but progress was slow. The crowd was something fierce, and the blabbering and whispering even more so. Servants had to be laid on the sides, mixing in a frenzied sea of scents and colors. Endor looked around. The straight pillars had flowered vines coiling around them, but even so Endor spotted shapes and carvings in the stone. Marvelous work, that. And the trimmed bushes were even more eye catching, sprouting an efflorescence of life and suave scents. There were fountains left and right, and Endor thought he glimpsed a pond until Laeta pulled his arm. "What are you doing?" "Looking. I mean thinking," Endor said. "As you should. We've only a few groups ahead of us!" A few turned out to be more than thirty nobles and ladies and even princes from some small stretches of land nobody heard of. To someone excited as Laeta that didn't make any difference, but Endor had to tame his impatience every time the king waved another group through the palace's gates. *Be thoughtful,\_Endor said to himself. You waited six moons. \_You can handle a simple greeting.* He could. He had to. Laeta's fears had no ground to support them. The nobles before him bowed and strode into the palace. The king, his lady, and their runt all turned their eyes towards the next in line. "Sky's blessing upon you, fair attendants," the royalty spoke at the same time. "Earth's boon to you, your majesty. High lady. Fair prince,' Endor and Laeta followed the custom, voicing their thoughts together. They talked about the feast, exchanging more pleasantries and blessings. Laeta kept the royal couple occupied while Endor kneeled before their runt, smiling. The lion cub he cradled in his embrace looked several times better than the boy himself. Still, he was approachable. Endor shared a few bits from his feline knowledge, leaving the boy's eyes shining with curiosity. "Care well for your lion, and he'll be a better companion than any living being." "I will," the boy giggled as he retreated to his parents. "Enjoy the feast," the king said. "We shall," Laeta answered. "More than others," Endor added. The king smiled, though Laeta's frown didn't instill the same amount of mirth. Endor finally stepped on the azure carpet and entered the palace, holding Laeta close to his side. Light spilled from the large windows, settling on the statues surrounding the central path. The metals glowed fiercely, reflecting warmth all around. Gods and goddesses, no doubt, though Endor noticed two crowned figures pointing their swords towards the king's seat, a gold-forged chair bearing the four symbols of the crescent kingdoms. "Lets get closer," Laeta laughed, rushing between ranks of nobles. "I see just- Gah," Endor had no chance to bargain. He pushed and breached his way through the sea of pristine attires until he stood at the steps of the king's throne. "Enjoy the view?" "As a matter of fact, I do," Laeta said, weaving a hand around. "This chamber has a history. The very ground we stand on was built by..." Some dead king Endor didn't want to hear about. He looked from the shining throne to the rather mundane long-tables, then to a shield-faced man that pushed his way next to him. Endor faked a smile and then whispered something to Laeta to avoid an awkward conversation. "...not long now. The king has to welcome all of his guests, as is the custom." "All? You told me only the highest families-" "I guessed. He certainly strikes me as the patient type, and the way he smiles and talks with his people..." "It is enchanting, yes, but takes too bloody long." Endor said, scratching one ear. The air was stale and heavy with perfume. He could barely breathe. How could anyone live all their lives in this fancy cage? After several dry and senseless talks with Laeta and other small nobles, the bells finally announced the ending of the greeting ceremony. Several guards appeared, directing the masses away from the throne and its surroundings. The king sat in his rightful place, surrounded by wife, child and other blood ties. "My guests," the white king spoke on a grave voice. "Friends. Relatives. Travelers. Merchants, workers, common men and high nobles. I welcome you in my palace and at my table. Forty years ago, our lands were locked in a ravaging conflict that spanned..." the king went on. He talked of history, vanquished foes, and the prosperity of his kingdom. None mattered to Endor, save for the last bits. "...and Elindor flourished, thanks to your ability and guidance. May this feast lighten your hearts, just as your presence lightened mine. The palace is yours to explore. My guards will be your personal guides. Let joyous celebration dawn upon us like the start of a bright, peaceful day." A roar of applause followed, drenched by the sound of music. Servants rushed in, filling the rows of tables with fresh delicacies. "He is such a kind man," Laeta sobbed. Was she...crying? "I wish he was my father." "He is...a good man," Endor bit his lip. The early feast offered the distraction he needed. Some searched for proper seats, while others locked hands with their partners to dance. The music was loud, and the talk even louder. And it was beautiful. Endor took his lady by the waist and led her between the tables. "Aren't we dancing?" "I have a thirst," Endor smiled. "Let us settle and wet our throats first." She didn't object. The heat and the crowd probably had the same effect on her. Endor pushed his way through until his eyes fell upon a servant; a boy of scant years pushing a tray filled with soups and other liquid meals. He leaned closer to Laeta, who was just wiping her nose. "This is where we part ways," he whispered in her ear. "Forever." "Whaa-" Laeta started, but the shove turned words into screams. Endor pushed with all his might, sending the woman crashing into the servant. Bowls tumbled down in a sea of startled cries, along with the page and his lady. A fitting match for dear Laeta. Shouts followed in the wake of broken vases and the rattle of metal pots. Endor bolted towards the gates, pushing and shoving anyone rising in his path. A metal-clad figure caught his attention. He rushed towards the guard. "The bestiary," Endor rasped. "Where is?" His voice was quick, almost as frenzied as his heartbeats. He looked at a bald head, then down at the silvery breastplate, with its gnarled shapes and intricate symbols of the central kingdom. Thoughts flowed through is head like a river, each more creative than the last. How to part the man from his equipment? The armored man crossed his arms, furrowing his busjy eyebrows, "honored guest, the feast is just starting. It is an offense to leave before-" "Do as I say," Endor hissed. "Or were the king's words drained of truth?" "I-," the guard nodded. "As you wish, honored guest. " A breeze of relief cooled Endor's oozing skin. His charade attracted a dozen eyes, but he didn't linger. They left immediately. The guard led Endor to side hall, opening a tall oak door. "The side hall," he said, inviting his noble attendant in. Endor nodded with a smile and closed the door behind him. A wooden door now stood between him and those cloth-worshipping, perfume-breathing, backstabbing elegant fools. The guard stepped forward, taking the lead. "The side hall earned its name after a new wing was added to the palace." He had a soothing voice for such a mighty brute. "It connects the servant's mess hall, the attendant's baths, bedrooms, the bestiary and the autumn gardens." "Thrilling." Endor watched the streams of servants pass by. They walked briskly, carrying waves upon waves of drink and food. He counted fifteen now, and none spared a glance. A guard and a noble walking away from the king's feast a moment after its inception made for a dull sight, apparently. "I apologize for spiriting you away so quickly," Endor said as they walked. "Excitement outweighs hunger. I heard many tales of the beasts residing within these walls." The guard chuckled. "They're just beasts, honored guest. Not striking as a lady's gown, not smooth as the steps of a dance, and not varied as the meals crowding the great feast's tables." He wasn't smooth, this one. Disappointment latched his every word. A few fragile oaths and whatever sense of honor this man was what stood between success and a total disaster. Endor's jaw tightened. He didn't like these odds. Why not end the man now? Why not trust his instinct? "It is my desire to see those *paltry* beasts," Endor snapped. "What do you know of the Riverland cats? The plainstalkers or the packs howling from Godess' Edge to the FrostFangs?" "Their stench," the guard laughed again. A hand rushed behind his back, touching the small budge under the aquamarine vest. It had a small, plain hilt, and a sheathed blade that made walking uncomfortable. Endor's fingers lingered on its leathery hilt for a few seconds. "Beasts have their cages, and we have our palace. It's the order of things," the guard said, acknowledging one of the passing servants. Endor sighed. Air fled his lungs along with a small measure of bloodthirstiness. Carelessness was a poor excuse for impatience. Focusing on his surroundings, Endor followed through two more halls and even a kitchen before he emerged into another hall. "Not long now," the guard's armor rattled with each step. The two walked in silence until a wooden door bound with metal plates stood before them. 'The royal bestiary' an inscription read. Several cats and other predators were carved upon the metal in varied poses. "This is it. The royal bestiary," the guard smiled faintly. "Marvel at the creatures inside. I will return to the feast and-" "You will do no such thing," Endor placed a hand on the man's cold metal shoulder. "I would have you linger. Come." The guard froze. "Apologies, but I have no knowledge-" "Your presence offers needed comfort," Endor smiled politely. "We are about to be surrounded by beasts, are we not? How am I supposed to defend myself if one escapes?" "I...of course, honored guest." Endor placed both hands on the door, then kicked it open. The guard muttered something. "Heavier than it looks," Endor joked, stepping in first. The air bore a sizeable number of scents, including the slight flagrance of urine and waste. The heaviest was an overly sweet breed of fruity oil used in brothels. Endor coughed. Even here he wasn't free of nobles and their taint. Enclosures spread evenly on each side of the main path that forked and slithered the farther it went from the doorway. They took the shapes of domes or buildings, each bearing a small piece of wilderness inside. Rocks, grasses, weeds and even small trees inhabited the enclosures along with the animals themselves. "Let us walk and glimpse these fine predators," Endor took the lead. The guard simply nodded. Growls and other vocalizations filled the space of words. Endor left behind three Erthanya black bears and a pack of eight snow howlers. The wolf-like creatures pawed and jumped against the bars, barking and whining and whimpering. "Any close ways to leave the palace? Endor looked towards a pair of giant black wolves. The guard frowned in suspicion."What desire moves a fine noble to even leave before the feast is-" "My own," Endor cut. "It is not your place to question." The armored man uttered an apology. "Turn back the same way we came. Take opposite direction from the bestiary. Walk straight, and take the second right. Leads to the autumn gardens and the evening gate." "Gratitude," Endor watched three sun cats resting under a log. Farther to the left, two male lions paced restlessly. Endor's blood quickened with excitement and apprehension. He was so close. More moons than he cared to count of plans and deceit were about to bear fruit. "Beautiful cats, those," Endor pointed at the lions. "Very big," the guard acknowledged with a nod. "I wonder if there's a second entrance to this place?" Shaking his head, the guard spoke. "Not needed. Few visit, and fewer linger." "I have seen the prince carrying a feline cub." "He is of a different mind, the prince. Favors the company of beasts more than his own kin." "Bright lad, that," Endor chuckled. Four Riverland Stripedpaws came after the lions' enclosure. They had ferns and small trees in their enclosure, along with all manner of rocky outcrops. The cats themselves looked like they belonged there. With bodies slightly leaner than a lion and stripes dashed from neck to tail, they blended in the vegetation. Their tails bore specks and spots of the same shade of black as their nose, ending in a pale eruption of fur that made for a lion-like tail tip. Pawing, tackling and chasing each other, cats only noticed the men when they arrived beside their den. "Stripedpaws," Endor said with delight. Two of the cats came near the bars, staring with bright amber eyes at the two humans. Endor approached the enclosure and crouched. The cats' nostrils flared, taking in scents. One bared its teeth, growling. A third came, rubbing its ruddy coat against its agitated companion. "It's doing that." "What?" "Turn around," he told the guard. Yet the cat was too quick. Its tail shot up, shaking like a cloth touched by the breeze. Two sprays of warm urine washed across Endor. He chuckled, while the guard grumbled and cursed. "Vile beasts," the guard spat. "Peeing on me like savages." Endor eyed the path. It knew no end, disappearing between the uneven enclosures. Farther ahead, even the light grew dim. "No caretakers?" "No," the guard snarled. "All at feast, as we should be. Even the servants have more common sense than you and I. We-" "We are where we belong," Endor jumped from his crouch. He shattered the guard's nose with a punch. The man stumbled back, clutching his bloodied nose. Endor lunged for the sword resting at his hip. He gripped the handle, sending the guard stumbling with a powerful kick. The hiss of metal and the swing of blade saw the guard's head almost parted from his neck. Bones and sinews jutted out under the broken skin. The body dropped, shaking and quivering. Endor quickly relieved the corpse of its armor. He equipped the breastplate and the leg plates, leaving the accessories behind. "Takes too long to strap," he mumbled running back to the lions. The males rested in the short grasses, piled into each other. Paws and tails twined, twitching every so often. Endor's eyes scanned the enclosure. Some rocks, a lot of grasses native to the highplains, another lone male....where were the lionesses? The prince had a cub. That must've come from somewhere. Endor cursed. He wanted a lioness more than anything. "Sun," he whispered, mind flashing briefly to the young lioness he previously bonded. Hopelessness crashed with the force of a battering ram. The guard's blood painted the pale carpets with crimson slime. The rusty color of leaves. The stripedpaws! Endor rushed to the Riverland cats' enclosure. They argued and growled over the corpse, claws reaching towards the guard's unmoving arm. Endor watched them, straining to single out a proper companion. He chose a young female. The sword poked between the bars, nipping the feline's flank. Endor cut his own thumb on the sword's edge and eagerly mixed his blood with the feline's. Licking the mixture, Endor reached deep into himself. A spark blazed in the darkness, spreading its tingling flames, threatening to overwhelm his senses. Endor focused and reached towards it. The years of training came back with all the victories and failures he experienced. The dampening - the first part of the binding process- took all the willpower he could muster. Like taming ravaging emotions, he had to wrestle with the beast arising from the depths of his senses. Primal emotions surged within him. He wanted to scream, to kill, to run! Desires changed from one to another, cycling through each of the three primal needs- to hunt, to feast, to mate. These urges broke themselves against Endor's consciousness, fighting for control. Endor dropped on the ground, fighting with everything he had. Dots specked his vision for a few frenzied heartbeats, then vanished. The man wiped his sweaty brow and chuckled. He succeeded, even though simplest binding had him on the brink of unconsciousness. He turned back to the cage, looking at his new companion. She crouched near the bars, tail flicking impatiently while her siblings played with each other, oblivious to everything else. Endor focused and tugged at the newly formed bond. The basic influences were easy to tame. He just had to- Colored dust started gathering before Endor's eyes. He reached for the bars, not trusting that unsteady floor. Rapid blinks tried to disperse the darkness along with calm, measured breaths. What was happening? Numbing weakness washed across him, followed by shivers. For a few moments, Endor only heard his heart pounding out of his chest. Air. He needed air. Endor took a deep breath. After a few seconds, the haze started to clear. He didn't expect the weakness to ram so hard after a basic infusion. The simplest even. Stripedpaws were as intelligent as their duller cousins, the lions. Something as bland as a kinship infusion shouldn't have taken such toll. Cursing, Endor propped on a hand and rose on trembling feet. This was no time for excuses. He brushed away the sweat from his stinging eyes and looked at his chosen companion, though he didn't had to. The animal's simple needs flowed across the newly formed bond. It wanted food and distraction from its bland, ordinary life. "You'll have what you desire," Endor whispered. He moved before the locked gate, smashing the pommel of his sword against it. The repetitive motion allowed him to focus on the young bond. Tame as they seemed, felines killed novice beast handlers even after they bonded. The lock gave in after five terse blows. Endor hesitantly gripped a cold metal bar between his fingers. He had to rely on the cat's training to lead it away from the palace. In such a green state, the bond wouldn't do much. There were ways of strengthening it, known only by the masters. Endor only knew a few basic ones, and even those couldn't shake the rust off his forgotten ability. "Whatever," Endor muttered. "You follow," he pointed at the lazy cat. "Follow close." Endor focused on submissiveness and sent it across the kinship link he created moments ago. His companion favored Endor a glance, then rubbed heads with an approaching sibling. "Curses," Endor growled, backing a few steps away. There was no time for tests and half measures. He straightened his back, lifted his sword, and shouted a few commands at the snarling cats. He hoped the feline's partial training and their intelligence sufficed. The door slid open... ...and the cats spilled on the corridor. Three went straight for the corpse, while the fourth- his bonded feline- showed no interest. It looked at Endor, slowly placing one paw ahead of the other, approaching hesitantly. Endor waved his sword. The cat's gaze remained fixed, though its body lacked that rigid pose specific for hunting. It was just interested in him. Endor slapped the cat with the side of his sword, testing for reactions. Slow reflexes, just as he expected from a bonded companion. Sighing in relief, he turned around, dashing for the entrance with the bonded cat upon his heel. It followed at its pace, growling and pawing at the other captive animals. Endor sheathed his sword as he approached the door. He pried it open, took a quick peek, then pushed. The bestiary's door flung open. The hall stood clear. The bald guard had sense, after all. Every dimwit was in the throne room, stuffing themselves senseless. "Turn back," Endor whispered, rushing back the way he came. "Then right." He ran past an opening to his left until the hall opened both ways. "Then take the left?" He did, only to end up before servant's sleeping quarters. "God's shriveled cock, what did that bastard say?" He turned back, breathing greedily. The armor was heavier than it looked. He took the other path, looking back every third breath. The cat was still following, tongue lolling between canines. "He said second right," Endor ran through the empty corridor. *Second to the right. Second right,* he kept repeating while keeping a measure of focus on his beast bond. The cat's needs and emotions were fickle, and Endor struggled to suppress them. A servant appeared from a side door, banging it shut at the sight of the great cat. "Gah," Endor looked around. These halls looked so plain despite the carpets andthe cloths hanging from the ceiling in all manner of patterns. Fancy paintings of kings littered the walls every twenty paces. There was nothing he could use for guidance. Listening to his instinct, he kept moving. Down a flight of stairs he went, emerging in a bare hallway. At least the walls were bare stone here. The servant he ran into drew back, startled. Behind him, a dozen men stopped, talking, pointing, and looking around in confusion. Someone screamed. Endor pressed his teeth together and ran along the corridor's length. The fools had the sense to flee from his path. He kept a close eye to the sides. The first right ended with more stairs, leading up. The next one then. His strides became forced, muscles burning with fatigue. Only a bit more... ...until a number of armored men appeared before him. They looked at Endor. No. They looked past him just as his arm gripped the sword. "Halt!" A man shouted. "Can't," Endor slowed to a walk, breathing heavily. "Headin' to the gate. I heard there's trouble with'a beggars." "There's no-" "Is that blood?" A second man interrupted. "No. I ran into this servant and he-" "What's that?" One of the guards pointed his sword at the cat. "My pet." "How't get free? It can kill ye!" "It won't. Just let me pass and-" "I ain't seen yer face. We'll take you to the barracks and see-" Endor dashed forward. The guard's words caught as he parried two incoming blows. The third was a shove that went through his neck. His companions gasped and muttered words, eyes widening. Odds were better now. One against five. Endor clashed steel with steel, using everything he had to his advantage. He shoved and punched, parried and kicked. No guard was prepared for such carnage. They fell like beggars, barely putting up a fight. The last two even begged for their lives, but ended up in the same place as their brethren, soiling the fine carpets with their oozing wounds. Screams and shouts erupted from the terrified servants. Endor pushed himself towards the wing where the guards came from. Another hall, narrow and full of attendants. Two more guards were heading back from an open doorway. He turned back. The windows offered no escape, but the door opening ahead of it spoke of a different promise. Endor shoved the emerging woman aside, then banged the door shut. The air was musty and the light dim, coming from a dirty window buried past shelves of bags and crates. Endor brandished his sword, hearing nothing but his and the feline's elevated breath. "Stupid," he knelt, reaching a hand towards the cat. She sniffed his bloody fingers, licked them, and pushed her head into his chest. Endor dropped on his back, sword rattling against the tough stone. He wrapped both hands around the feline's neck, breathing in the savage scents hidden inside its silky fur. "Shouldn't have killed them. They'll panic and-" Endor shut his mouth, startled by the low, rumbling growl. His cat certainly cared little for words and concerns and more for rubs. It pushed its head, ears flicking. Endor scratched under the bushier fur of its chin and kissed its damp nose. She licked him in return. A shiver wracked his body. Barbs scraped against his sweaty face, warm and inviting. Endor thoroughly enjoyed the few strokes, humming softly. The feline's intense purr dwarfed every noise aside from the feet rushing through the corridor. "We can't remain here," he gripped his sword. "They'll come, and they'll be many." The feline sniffed the blade, licking at the blood. Endor drew in a long breath. He knew there would be more of that before he fled the palace. \*\*\* **I'm also open to commissions! Now you can have your own, personalized story for a price as low as 7 euros/ 10 dollars. Click here to go to my commission page [https://www.sofurry.com/view/717455](https://www.sofurry.com/view/717455)**

Within the Valley by Plexadonn

WITHIN THE VALLEY, written by Plexadonn. (the events here are entirely fictional, though based on a real experience - a camping trip with my uncle, his son and my father. For the soundtrack, John Denver's magick is essential, as the metaphysics and philosphy used in this story pertain to him

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WITHIN THE VALLEY, written by Plexadonn. (the events here are entirely fictional, though based on a real experience - a camping trip with my uncle, his son and my father. For the soundtrack, John Denver's magick is essential, as the metaphysics and philosphy used in this story pertain to him greatly). Please let me know of any odd mistakes I missed, as I had to rewrite this to make it "furry". It takes place on an alien planet called Kologa, in the country of Ertethia. ..,,;;:: /{1} ::;;,,.. Within the valley, The Great Valley it was called, lingered the refreshing, heated and invigorating climate of Summer. In the utterly high elevation, and quite far from any large bodies of water, the air in the mountainous region of North Ertethia was plagued with little or no humidity, leaving the dry, crisp air to be breathed freely - save for the trace amounts of dust, pollen and ash that was scattered throughout the atmosphere. Along with this came a strange sense of enterprise and adventure that infested the minds of many, any sentient beings. Families, individuals, animals of every single kind in nature and Life, desired to be rid of their foundations, if only for one day: a reprieve of harsh stress and misery, or to increase mirth and joyful loving which was already present. As if by some unseen psychological force, people craved the experience of something slightly foreign, to be away from the housing and sight of the gloom and shadows of their homes or places of work, and to see the world at its peak of tranquility before the comfortable Summer began to change into the colder seasons of Autumn and Winter. Even those unfortunate enough to lose sight of natural life, they still could not permanently ignore the call of the clear blue mountain lands. All sentient life, no matter how lost to modern, sheltered society, eventually would see the fire raining in the sky, and the shadows from the starlight. Life would be refurbished then, and spirits would join with the planet, Kologa, once more. Emotions ran rampant, as well. Sexual energy seemed to be escalating now, higher than any other time of year. Unions would be seen and experienced by millions of excited youths; revitalized passion and affairs of rekindled fire would light up the lives of hundreds and hundreds of long-time lovers and friends. In minds, those partners and lovers lost in darkness, would sit around the campfires in the mind; anyone could and most certainly would find Love there, anywhere in the Summer, in any sort of way. Like the season around them - the season of the Heart - teenage folk and their close counterparts, the young adults, found themselves utterly restless and longing for these new experiences the most, more than any spiritual seeker or mountain climber. In the school halls, the male persuasion wandered through their typical monotony with little else on their mind other than to satisfy their lust for the carnal things. George was no exception to this seemingly ubiquitous rule of lust. The Wind is a symbol for all that is free, and George felt like he was the wind, and on it he flew with his spirit wings, and constantly sang to it, shouting loudly to the planet of his desires and respect. He was a young student of sixteen, a young and grey-colored canine, with a fire in his heart and a light in his eyes, and his heart full with the desire for adventure. Occasionally, those in his circle of friends pondered with one another about his ways of life, whether or not he was being too risky with his decisions and if he was flying too high. His parents knew nothing of that, though. To them, George seemed to be incapable of focusing his attention on one hobby for too long, or one person for too long. His romantic interests in other boys had been settled upon long before his high school days, and now he was on a quest to discover the untold aspects of sex. He wanted to experience everything that two males could do with each other, with only their bodies - the Heart, Spirit and Mind - and environment of Kologa. His heart burst explosively with passion when he was in intimate contact with his male lovers; he did not need to own or need, but just to hold and see those smiles and feel the warmth of a willing body, and to feel their auras ignite with each other. George simply wanted to pour his heart into Life, and the lives of others, as many as he could, and promote the goodness of his kind. While never being caught at school secretly fornicating in the showers or in a public facility with his current boyfriend (as he often loved to), he had not been so careful and lucky at home. It was at this time his mother discovered his tastes in sex, and he felt ashamed of his lack of respect for their quite obvious desire to not have these activities in their home. The woman did not see much of anything during her own fiery experience, only that her son was engaged in a passionate kiss with one of his friends, while they simply lie on his bed and both dressed only in underwear. She explained that she did not enjoy it at all, which of course was apparent and did not need explanation. But he was greatly thankful she did not punish him, belittle him with tremendous tidal waves of guilt, or worse, disown him. He learned then that she was more tolerant and intelligent than this, and as was his father. But of course they were; George's parents had more important things to worry about than that of their gay son. His paranoia about the World crashing down and bringing him to the deepest parts of despair dissolved slowly. In George's embarrassment and desire to let his mind relax from his worry, he very strongly wished to escape their company in order to let the news settle in for them, and for him to recompose himself. Thus, he was quick to request his accompaniment on his uncle Stan's solo camping trip up into the mountains for three days (give or take). Summer now, no more school days for a little while, and in George's situation of irresponsibility, he had no obligations that tied him to his house or hometown. It was explained by Stan that his trip would consist mostly of fishing and, probably, extensive hiking, in a strange search for unrevealed relics. Apparently, the land he was planning on invading had been a place ancient pre-war occupancy, and that he wanted to look for relics and the like. Stanley was a large man, much like George's father, Frederick. Both men had been laborers for most of their lives - starting in their teenage years - and both worked mostly in construction or pipe-fitting occupations. This left them both with impressive and comfortable musculature that did not look forced and awkward, like the jocks at school with their perfectly contoured bodies. Uncle Stan's strength came from real, strenuous work; his strength was in the heart and in his confidence. And although much of a pervert, with a very vulgar and tactless sense of humor, George felt a strange attraction to the man, his uncle Stanley; the boy admired the man's candor, even if such a thing stemmed from some kind of social idiocy and probably slight brain damage from long-beaten alcoholism. His father's lineage was from the oldest societies of dog. Stan and father possessed dark skin, and dark fur, along with very strong facial features. These men were endowed with large hands, thick and strong arms, and deep voices. They were the epitome of masculine strength and beauty. George wondered many times if he would grow into the same kind of person, if his life would turn him towards the labor and path of growth. It was unlikely though, as he was naturally a lean person and fair-skinned with much lighter hair: a trait from his mother's lineage. Nevertheless, he was eagerly anticipating the adventure with Stan. Stanley and George had packed their necessary things, George bringing along several books to read in case he needed or wanted them, during the hours before sleep or during a pause between hikes. But Stan assured his nephew that they would have plenty of things to do while out in the wilderness. And yes, that they would, for Stanley insisted on bringing along his only acoustic guitar and banjo, the persuaded his nephew to do the same with his own guitar and fiddle. Both of the boy's instruments had been gifts from the adult, who was now his temporary guardian for the trip. Stanley had quickly taken a shine to the boy once learning of George's interest in the Art of music. Stan, having played fiddle and banjo since he was younger than George, insisted on the boy having access to these things, hoping that some day he would bloom with them, and allow his skill to speak the language of the planet and breathe the music of the Sky. Secondly, he had a longing for teaching and helping to develop those skills, and eagerly looked forward to the few days when George would accompany him with the instruments. All these things they housed in the enclosed bed of Stanley's pickup truck, being certain to keep all the items situated properly to not allow them to scatter and fall together; they were especially careful packing up the fragile guitars and violin. Stanley, as explained to George long before the boy could conjure any false impressions, was going to take as little accommodations as possible. This would not be a luxurious outing, and they would not be within range of any conveniences and Stanley most certain was not about to forsake this ideal for even the slightest kind of aid from modern society. The most advanced pieces of equipment he was bringing were the truck, two flashlights and a mobile telephone (which would be turned off unless either male experienced a major injury during the trip). In George's excitement for the adventure, and his eagerness to be rid of the presence of his perturbed parents, the boy had completely disregarded the possible ridicule and harassment he could receive from his uncle. And he only realized this folly during the traveling, as the truck noisily flowed along the road and polluted the countryside with its poisonous noise, and noiseless poison. "So your mother tells me you uh... got them homosexual tendencies?" It made George sad, embarrassed that he could have allowed this to happen. With this sort of subtle accusation, the boy could feel the sunshine drain from his soul, and quite quickly, inspired by the hatred and intolerance showered by millions in regard to his persuasion, George suddenly felt that he did not deserve to enjoy life. The prejudice was like those thoughts of paranoia that brought him down to the depths of misery that which clipped his wings and silenced the Wind of the father sky. Paranoia, such evil paranoia, was cruel. However, Stanley did not express the sort of merriment out of being cruel as George had expected. The boy had fantasized the grin of mockery on his uncle's face, and the idea that he was now obligated to sustain three or more days of emotional torture from the wild, feral filth was only the sweetest flavor in Stanley's mouth. George could imagine the laugh and the hissing snicker, being called a "fag" or "a cocksucker"... the poor boy shuddered. None of this. Not any of these insane delusions of hatred graced the boy. Stanley, in a very rare show of compassion, actually seemed to understand that paranoia, and expressed his deepest sympathies for the boy. His uncle, the man having now grown some kind of completely foreign respect for this lifestyle, appeared now - to George - to be much more Pure than his mother had constantly made him out to be. The man's face, upon hearing from George that he was indeed a homosexual, showed tolerance, and other than this one notion, nothing else. And why should he be disturbed or disgusted? George's homosexuality did not affect his uncle's life, and did not threaten him in the slightest. George was impressed with the neutrally-acceptance in his family. While being fairly quiet and relatively sheltered in their roundabout routines in suburban life, they had shown the young boy that even here in his city, and in his own family - their Hearts - the wind and peaceful love permeated all those souls of Kologa around him, in some way. There was no Evil and oppression, no hatred to be heard of. And with this, he could fly again. Even farther, he shared the freedom he felt when he flew, with all of his family, and they would never bring him down again. ..,,;;:: /{2} ::;;,,.. George remembered the very first instance he had gazed upon the place, their destination today. It resembled a smaller sort of valley, a field dressed with a multitude of painful scrub and unattractive-looking dry brush and scattered rocks. All this was situated between two jagged hills of rock and soil, naked and stripped of its trees, while all the vegetation grew thickly and impressively at the far end, opposite the valley to the road. During their previous visit, George's father and Stanley had entered the valley and idled slowly through it, parking their vehicles at the mouth of the forest at the far end and had managed to reveal a hidden pathway within the dense vegetation, a vanished trail of sorts that had been beaten into the soil under their feet. It was practically useless now, being so overgrown that it would take weeks to reestablish what someone or some people had done many years ago. Still, it did remain there, slightly visible and technically useable, if one did not mind the extensive effort that would be required of any willing soul to traverse the hills, to penetrate the dense forest and explore the terrain beyond. The path, if followed properly, lead around a treacherous and meandering corridor that attacked the dogs with thorns and bristles, covering their legs with mud and swarming their faces with insects. But withstanding this gave the gift of natural, planetary beauty. It was a simple, happy shoreline, next to the river: a simulacrum of the great beaches of the ocean, and a minor cousin of the more rapid, wider rivers (not quite as far). And as relaxing and hypnotic as the rapidly-flowing stream was, as brisk and brightly clear its fluid was, the river was potentially lethal. Especially to one boy as small as George, the quickened pace closer to the center of the river would wash him away into the wilderness, and forever to be doomed, too fast to be saved by his powerful uncle. It was easy to see the neutrally-colored grey rocks making the bed of the river, nearer the shore, and the sharper, deadly rocks in the center that lie in threatening danger. However, upon emerging from the tangled forest and looking leftward and venturing into the water, the two found a peaceful and safe pocket of water close to the rockface that made the mountain of one side of the valley. This pocket, the still water, was trapped and kept free of the undertow, and George imagined, pleasantly, how it would feel to bathe his dirty and hot body in there after a long day with Stan. Stanley explained that he, many a time, had done this sort of practice. He used to sunbathe on this secluded beach, and shower himself in the waterfall of the pocket, using the vines to keep himself afloat, and splashed about playfully in the stream. George then imagined himself doing this, as well, wading into the water naked, and letting the breeze chill him to his very bones, and the cold water burning him, his flesh all exposed to Nature, and letting the planet inundate him with its ultimate stimulation. He wanted to be infused with the warmth of the sun, and the compassion of the moonlight. The boy could focus it into sexual energy, and this he frequently loved doing. To bring himself close to such passion, to release himself with an orgasm caused by the planet, fuelled by that deep warmth of sunshine, or the freezing winds during winter... and the soft glow of moonshine, washing across his entire body and psyche. The connection, such a joining of canine being and the spiritual, explosive energy of Kologa, was the second greatest experience of living existence. It did not exactly pale in comparison to sex exchanged between two sentients, but it was most certainly not as invigorating. George understood that with his uncle close by, and the adult wanting to spend quite the bulk of their time together, the boy possibly could not find a chance to experience his spiritual climax, might not get around to fusing himself with the planet in metaphysical ecstasy. Yet, he was fairly certain that Stanley would not mind it much, if the boy clambered back out of their tent and trudged through the forest to his meeting place with the Love of Kologa. But... maybe the adult would not understand. During their hiking and the first time they attempted to fish in the river, there was, sadly, little conversation between them. Even during the few minutes of rest during which they rehydrated and renourished themselves, they found words to be broken and stuck in their mouths, and only awkward sentences managed their way outward. George was young, and relatively inexperienced at Life, and he also was unsure of how he could possibly relate to an adult of such experience and adventure as Stanley. His uncle, divorced from marriage and essentially unemployed, while having plenty of money to sustain himself in modern society, was not exactly what one would label as "successful". But the sort of success and wisdom he had, the kind that George found to be attractive and interesting, was the knowledge of the planet and the life of those before them, the Natives that lived in the countryside centuries before them. Stanley certainly did attempt pleasantries, however. He gave his all with topics ranging from George's business with school, if any of his friends were musicians and wilderness adventurers like him, and even introduced the boy's love life. Stanley seemed very interested in how many boyfriends George had, how many he had been with, favorite positions... and this last part the boy knew was a joke, given away by the ferocious chuckle. "Are you a top or bottom?" He actually queried this! George knew the answer, that he was almost always a 'bottom', but he did not respond right away, and both of them laughed about it heartily. Other queries made their way through their conversation throughout the day, and the mere interest lead George to disprove his family's harsh and negative opinions of this usually oafish dolt. Stanley was proving to be less bigoted and intolerant than anyone had expected. George could still see the goofy smile upon the man's countenance, but underneath was quite an obvious foundation of something else; interest, yes, though it could have been something more potent, or potentially more sinister. George let his mind infuse with his carnality, that rampant crave for excitement deep in the primitive canine mind: that place that allowed us all to lust and crave ignorantly and hurtfully. The boy imagined his uncle in his place, imagined the gentleman touching him, and with guilt and awkwardness, George imagined himself submitting to his uncle, letting his hands encompass that muscular and robust body. This fueled the passion of distraction even further. Stanley's interest, the first time he had spoken of George being gay, had given this weekend adventure an unwanted air of peculiarity. And now, with Stanley's persistence, he had driven his nephew to unspoken and hidden desires that had oozed from the deepest swamp in his cluttered psychology. It was part lust and part disappointment; that Uncle Stanley could do this to a young man such as George, was unfair and uncalled for. Yet what could the boy do? He would not allow this setback in life stop his flight; his wings would only grow stronger from these feelings, and if he should experience his uncle like that... there lay in darkness a path that he was unclear of, but he was willing to learn when the tides brought this to him. George soon grew very comfortable with this, however. The two males had shuffled themselves into a sort of dialogue that grew more fearsome and silly with each passing minute: George growing more candid and playful with his own questions. Yes, the boy had insisted on his uncle reciprocating in every instance. They picked and prodded at each other with growing curiosity and amusement, and George felt like this exchange of data truly helped the two bond more spiritually, though inconsequentially. It was when Stanley wondered if George, at any time, had been with an adult in these sorts of spiritual passions, that the boy faltered. He felt somewhat embarrassed by the question, and briefly wondered if he should take this in stride as insinuation, accusation, or some kind of perverted curiosity. The answer: No, of course he had not. It was something that which he did occasionally fantasize, however, an experience he wished his mind could know: the act of spiritual bond to an adult while still in his youth, when his wings were bright and shimmering, and still aglow with love for Life - when he could share the glimmer with a mature man whose wings were duller now. Yet, he could not bring himself to peruse this endeavor (although it could not rightfully be called such). It was curiosity, and he would not waste too much mental energy, or stress himself out over something as trivial and benign as masturbating his perversions and corrupted egocentricities. Although he never had the opportunity, he was greatly relieved. This ideal was something he longed for on a highly spiritual and intellectual level and the act would need to be special to him, passionate without being hurtful. Yes, he could easily seek out some unstable, older pervert to fulfill the fantasy, but this would only destroy his aura and he would forever be destroyed by a poison of life. This would need to wait in order to ensure that both parties involved would benefit and grown from it. Otherwise, George would rather never bother with the goal. George silently understood that no amount of sexual adventure, with those his own age, older or younger, beast or otherwise, would ever help him grow properly. It would not help him or anyone else in the slightest. For how could a person learn and mature in this World, in this manner of Living, with such primitive and unbecoming, blind lust? All that would come of this would be frustration, confusion, and leave him abandoned on the frozen planes of ice below the hearth of the planet, where the spirit was static and unfeeling. And George would rather commit suicide than succumb to this fate. He wanted to experience the sex, yes, but would not throw his life away simply for that. Nor would he rush headlong into an early grave, balanced on the biggest wave. George soared like an Eagle, sometimes needing neither comfort nor pause, just the desire to infuse himself... but terrestrial comforts called to him so frequently. Uncle Stanley was one of these comforts. ..,,;;:: /{3} ::;;,,.. The remainder of their day consisted of Stanley becoming a little too heated and exhausted, thus the amount of hiking decreased significantly. Before retiring for the day, he wanted to do a bit more of land surveying for plans tomorrow. George could see the man suffering slightly in the heat, his body becoming slightly hunched and being covered with sweat and looking weathered. The adult looked like a laborer out here, and less of a free flying spirit such as George. But no, it was not his spirit that suffered, for that fire in his Soul burned just as brightly as his nephew's (it seemed); it was merely his body, too battered and too tired from long and hard living. The body was only the shell of the soul, but in this very case, the flesh must certainly be given its due, for it utter and humiliating control over us all, canine, human, feline, reptile alike. As much as Stanley wanted to continue, he now needed to retire. Before this, Stanley had successfully burned two wondrous images into Stanley's mind. First was the small mouth of an eroded cave system, this particular pocket of stone facing the interior of the valley and looking out onto the highway. Second was a very tall and fatal cliff that the two males had managed to ascend and lie prone upon, looking down to their ultimate deaths if they should happen to fall. But this was a thrilling episode, and the racing of their hearts had been a pleasant paradise in excitement. Both of these places, George and Stanley wished to return to the next day and further explore and they agreed to be sure to find the time for it. For right now, both desired a repose from exercise, and to consume food: a meal, moreover. Stanley built a fire around their designated area and proceeded to cook up some kind of sausages and green beans from a tin can. Stanley had insisted on decorating the truck with a camouflage of branches and leaves, to help shade it from the eyes of the passersby on the highway. This place was apparently "private-property", and he did not wish to risk having a sheriff called to investigate. During the nightfall, Stanley's mood shifted in tune with the ascending reddish-gold colors of twilight. Situated about the fire, opposing each other, the man felt himself turn more demure and he acquiesced to the boy's silent desires to learn more of him, and be rid of the typical personality that he was accustomed to. Stanley, although interesting and wise for all his years, was incredibly rude and vulgar, as stated before; if one could withstand the barrage of disharmonies from the man's lips, conversation could be quite intriguing. For another hour after the meal, both males practiced their Art on the musical instruments stored in the truck. Stanley played his songs, his old time Mountain Music, and George displayed his more modern styles, taking inspiration from some of the rock and pop music he listened to occasionally, and both inspiring each other: playing rock music in country style, or some folk music in blues style. With the rhythmic melodies from the fiddle and the continuo from the banjo, came Spirit embodied as sound. They played the sounds of the planet, spoken via their souls and the rough edges of their fingertips. This was the song of the Wind, and George had learned it long ago, the notes cascading upon their bodies, notes and tones like the ancient gods of the country, each forgotten deity taking those sounds of the Soul and lighting the way towards perfection. If sound was visible, if the body could unite with it, separated from its mind, the mind fusing with music, what shape could form? It would be spiral, spinning outward towards the Universe... or it would be circular, encompassing them with the planet, eternally circulating the energy through their ears. All this flowed through them, but went unnoticed. They simply played with all their heart and loved every second of it. And though George loved talking with Stan, hearing the words and stories of past shenanigans and jokes, and playing music with him, the boy could only take so much in one day. And as night was approaching fast after the twilight, the ascending shadows were coming to bring the darkness, and the sleep that would be induced closely afterwards. "Are you falling asleep on me?" Stanley inquired. The answer was obvious, however, for George had been drifting into a state of sleepy stupor for about twenty minutes after their set, and he quickly took the advice of his uncle that they should both go to bed. They had set up their tent upon reaching their destination, and the comforts of makeshift beds lie within for both of them: sleeping bags. The night air would soon turn cold, and the atmosphere would descend ice and chill upon them, eventually covering all with frost and cold dew; thus, the bags of plush down and padding would be a very welcome companion to them. As they entered their tent, the males sharing one such device, Stanley explained that he usually preferred to enjoy sleeping without the confines. But, as he said before, his age made the elements of the planetary weather affect him more severely than before, in his younger days. In his youth he could have slept outside by the fire (which they kept burning instead of dousing it). But with the threat of a freezing rain or a bothersome, feral raccoon possibly, Stanley did not want to risk his health and discomfort. In the shadows of the tent, and the faint, orange-colored hue of the fire, George could see the moving body of his uncle, and the faintest, minute details of his being. He watched and listened to him groan with some displeasure, stripping his clothes off to his underwear, and letting them crumple in a pile on the other side of his pillow. As he nestled down into his sleeping bag and grunted again, George wished that he could have seen the episode in the light; the boy admired his uncle, not only for his wisdom, but for his physical body, the power of his arms and the thick abdomen, the ultimate body of the male being. George was now unguilty of feeling an attraction to his uncle's being. He found the skin tone and color of his deep-brown fur beautiful - the darkness of it - how the colors changed in shade around his face and the deep tenor of his voice, and his capability for strength and unrefined passion. Stanley could be as kind or as cruel as he wished, with his strength, violence and mind... and that he chose to give kindness, to bestow wisdom and aid in a youth's experience made him the perfect Canine Being, as far as George was concerned. The boy fell asleep, his sex engorged with the thought of his uncle taking him into his embrace, both physical and spiritual. George usually enjoyed to have music playing, to rock him to sleep as it did when he was an infant. But here, this was unnecessary, for the shadow from the starlight was softer than any lullaby he could imagine. Sleep came quickly for both, and both fell silently into the pleasant void, deeply and warmly. As Stan had feared, the air froze and death hung close by to take away the insects that could not withstand it. The canine males in the vinyl, unnatural tent would go untouched by the frost and ice, the cold winds. They were not interrupted by the various, scavenging, critters of the nocturnal nature. The sounds of other animals calmed them fully, and the pale glow of the moon high above in orbit soothed their brains as it should. Sunlight awoke George. Fire returned, as usual, the star spreading heat and yellow light across this side of Kologa, thus awakening the day creatures. The boy yawned, his mouth spreading open wide, and he felt sticky in the heat. The tent had trapped their breath and body temperature, causing them both to sweat and feel slightly uneasy in their bags. George sighed then, and sat up, twisting his torso around to crack the bones in his spine. "Sleep well?" Asked Stanley, it was clear to the boy that his uncle had been awake for some time before him. "Yeah, I guess." Stanley then sat up as well, allowing George to see his uncle's exposed torso. It truly was impossible to not admire, for George did think Stanley was the epitome of male beauty. The adult had a bit of girth around his torso and abdomen, adding to his weight and strength, which only aided the impressive and attractive amount of musculature. Although the mere sight of men such as this excited the boy, it was not merely the body and promise of passionate sex with it: it was also the sense of strength. George was both protected by and vulnerable to his massive uncle. Those hands could guard or kill, and this thought soothed him. The boy stared, unaware of doing such, and found the sight of his nearly-naked relative easy to love and enjoy. The idea that Stanley would abuse him in regards to some awful, primitive dog-like instinct did not enter the boy's mind. He respected and loved this fellow canine, and he refused to fathom the notion that his uncle would lose his mind and lose his Purity like that. Stanley was extremely hirsute for a canine, the entirety of his body being covered with intense, thick fur. Heaviest upon his abdomen - upon his stomach area - sparser on his chest, spreading to his arms and legs and thickening there, growing dark and deep upon his thighs, forearms, and sparser on his back as well (which George could not see right now). It looked soft and comforting. It was raw and animalistic in a way, yet confined to the fate of the advanced canine condition, and the male body. Exciting, yes. With these fantasies, these passionate desires, George felt his genitals grow, and felt himself grow erect in his boxers. With this, he became aware that his bladder would need to be emptied soon. And he badly wished to do both, to release his sperm and climax upon himself, and then to rinse it out with his urine, as naturally as could be. It would never happen, unfortunately, with Stanley sitting there, watching him. It was not so strong that he would need to flee quickly and urinate in the bushes outside the tent, but he felt a bit embarrassed this morning for sexually fantasizing about his uncle, and he did wish to be out of his sight. Thus, he stood up, "I need to take a leak." His erect phallus promptly fell out of its fabric confines and hovered exposed to both of them, Stanley unmistakably eyeing it completely. George of course could just have tucked it back in and went out with a chuckle, but he only managed to slurp in air through his lips and sink back to his 'bed', then tried to rearrange himself. He spoke nothing more than an "oops", and his face turned pink. "Wow," Stanley breathed, his eyes a bit wider than usual and a smirk on his face. "You got a pretty big dick, man." George knew he should probably flee quickly, simply to avoid any antagonistic remarks, or degrading jokes, any verbal assault. But he could not; in his mind something seized him and anchored him to the sleeping bag, paralyzed him - his face grown stern now - something in his mind did not want him to leave. He simply sat there in confusion, wondering if Stanley would want to watch his nephew, or maybe expose himself as well. Desires, silly desires. "You gonna take care of it?" The adult wondered; his grin had left and he spoke quietly. Both males were still slightly away from reality with the remnants of slumber still in their brains. George glared at his uncle; though not quite with malice, he was cautious. "What do you mean?" "You could jerk off, and let me watch. Or I could help you out a little bit if you wanted." He was cautious as well, it seemed, for he spoke slowly, not wanting to scare his nephew, or upset him. George did not respond with words, but with his eyes; he stared at his relative, letting his tongue slip out and moisten his lips. He might have smiled, but neither of them paid it any attention. Stanley moved slightly in his bag and reached forwards for his nephew. The boy was exposed to the air and his uncle's hand, although his erection was now back into his home, and Stanley was eager to find it again. George shivered when he felt the adult touch his member, Stan using his thick forefinger to stroke its length, pushing lightly and rubbing gently. The boy loved it, he loved the sensation of the adult's hand now fully gripping his sexual parts, and he was overjoyed that his uncle wanted to play. He saw Stan move closer, could gaze upon his well-built temple and even receive a hint of his odor, and he would not stop this now. "Is it okay? Can I play with it?" Stanley, still cautious, was eager as well, and only wanted to be sure that his nephew would enjoy it. George agreed to it, and his mind wanted him to submit... yes, something there in the darkness begged him to allow the loss of control. His spirit was glowing so effervescently, practically bursting the shell of inhibitions that made the boy's mind, letting the bright white of lust ripple across his synapses. Did he wish to give in completely? It depended, truly, on the manner of lust in which Stanley wished to bestow on him. But no darkness descended upon him this morning, only a passion and an unfulfilled, erotic curiosity. Stanley did not wish to abuse his nephew or torment him into submission. He was an evolved, sentient creature, after all, and only wanted to share an experience. Love, utterly defined as pure. Their eyes met, just once, both wanting certainty for the situation. Both consented, both longed for this and wanted to enjoy the proceedings. There would be no more hesitation or curiosity now: only experience. Both males stood at the precipice of spiritual enterprise, George's Wings as bright as any white sun could be, flung open and ready to take flight, and in his hand was the hand of his uncle's, the adult's Wings reflecting the shine of the youth's, pleading - as if in tears - to be taken along for the flight. And George would take the gentleman with him, most definitely. Stanley freed his nephew's eager and erect member from the underwear, holding the bulk of it in his hand, softly squeezing and admiring it. "Mmm," he sighed, "looks real nice." The adult stroked it smoothly, molding the soft flesh with his fingers and very slowly masturbating his nephew. The heat trapped in the tent from the morning sun was enough to cause light-headedness, and now with this new and magnificent stimulation, and with George's heart beating so rapidly now, it was even hotter. The boy began to sweat more heavily, and he welcomed the sensation; the heat seemed to sustain his passion even stronger. George then felt his uncle's warm mouth on his phallus. Stanley had lowered himself to an elbow, propping himself awkwardly practically on top of the boy, and let George's limb slip into his wet mouth, the male readily licking at it. George quivered with an erotic sigh, his heart fluttering madly as his body felt the adult holding him, felt Stan's arms embracing him gently while the sensitive erection felt such a pleasant warm and moisture from the uncle's mouth and tongue. Spiritually, George was pleased and invigorated, and in this situation, bliss everlasting could be attained, and they both could sustain the heightened grace of this kind of Love and passion quite easily. Realistically, it was clear that the adult had never done this before, for his efforts were quite sloppy and slightly uncomfortable. So, George helped out as best as he possibly could, softly speaking words of advice and encouragement. Stanley obeyed every breath and took it all to heart and mind, doing anything that his young nephew suggested, to use his tongue more deeply, making it wet and sloppy and not to worry about salivating too greatly. Stanley was bent over the boy, his brown, vigorous body hunkered over his nephew's waist, his mouth working on the throbbing genitals there zealously, wondrously. The visual stimulant excited the boy more greatly than the actual sexual simulation itself; his heart was fueled by the sight of the powerful male's body lying upon him, the deep brown of his exterior, and all the muscles of his back flexed beautifully, defining his power. George could not stop himself if at all desired; he caressed his uncle's body, touched with such fantastic electricity the warmth of his skin, could smell the thick musk evaporating from his sweaty body, and enjoyed the soft brush of the body hair along his back, and that of his head. Oh yes, he was very close to coming now. And to push it farther into the clouds, farther into the brilliance of joy, the adult began his own caressing. Stan moved his gripping hands along the boy's body, squeezing and pressing against George's thighs and back, his arms and hands. George felt the rush of power flow into him, the exchange of electricity then; as he was stroking his uncle's body, the male did the same to him, creating a circuit of energy cascading along the pathways of the mind, billowing up explosively and drowning them both in the ultimate sort of canine passion. Dear god, yes, this was George's highest flight to the heavens and he could feel his body respond accordingly. He spoke the warning to Stanley, that he was about to dive from the edge. His uncle heard, and happily continued, then swallowed down his nephew's load without the slightest sound of discomfort, gagging or whimpering. At this zenith of power and sensation, minutes became seconds, and time longer than that was unheard of. "You liked that?" Stanley wondered, looking up into his nephew's face with a smirk, licking his lips and frequently swallowing in attempts to wash down the taste. "Yes, I did." George grinned as well. This was repose from the highest exchange; after this orgasm, this half-hearted climax, it was George sailing down to alight upon the trees of the Ertethian wilderness. The physical pleasures were magnificent, but utterly not quite enough to completely blow him from the wind. He needed to continue. Stanley smiled warmly, stroking his fingers along the boy's chest, and still fondling his genitals, enjoying the soft warmth of the flesh. That look on the man's face, that glee in his eyes and the smile, the brightness to it all, it was quite astounding. Stanley looked like a young man again, agreeing to and enjoying the fruits of Life, and bursting with delight. The air, as in demeanor, and the atmosphere thrilled the young boy, and with his tremendous uncle so close, the rich aroma radiating off his body continued to fuel him. "Can I suck your cock, too?" George hoped it was yes. He hoped Stanley would let him continue with the exercise, and if the adult wished to pin him to the ground and viciously sodomize him, the boy would quickly consent. Stan, as quick as his old body could allow, ascended to his knees and dropped his underwear - tight-fitting, white briefs that George found aesthetically pleasing - exposing his groin to the boy's pleasure. He reached forward to cup his uncle's testicles in his hand; impressively large and soft with fuzz, and warm, George sighed with some sounds of lust, loving how his uncle's package was just as large and powerful as the rest of his body. The adult moaned and exhaled silently, absorbing the lovely sensation of his nephew fondling his balls so tenderly and passionately. And just as George felt, the adult was willing to submit to anything the boy wished to do or try with him. But as Stan did earlier, both males would limit this initial romance and energy flux to simple practices; they were merely testing these new places of the mind, experimenting with the currents and warmth of the ascending wind, finding which way, which direction to take next. It was clear to George how the heat in here, now so many times strengthened by the heat from their two passionate, sweating bodies, had affected his uncle. His body glistened pleasantly, seemed to practically sparkle with his faint perspiration, and George could feel it on the adult's groin, finding the touch of the moisture to be quite satisfactory. George took his uncle's member into his mouth and wasted no time in working the organ as best he could. The appendage tasted wonderful to him; he sucked Stanley's phallus hungrily, tasting his sweat and pre-ejaculate, and taking it all into his mind as the perfect, uncluttered romantic experience. The limb was beyond satisfactory, regardless of the length or width; George loved it because it was his uncle's, and the adult was giving it to him. The boy moaned in harmony with his uncle's pathetic-sounding whimpering, wrapping an arm around to circumvent the adult's body. George firmly pushed his mouth against Stan's groin, being able to take all of his uncle's offering into his mouth, the lips and tongue working veraciously and wetly, his chin digging into those wonderful, fur-covered testicles. On the other side of this monument to male splendor, the young man fondled - likewise - up along the muscled legs and plush buttocks, caressing with gripping fingers and such an excess enthusiasm that the adult's own climax approached exactly as his nephew's had. "Ugh, fuck, George. I'm coming!" The proclamation invigorated George's senses, and he shivered with bliss as he felt his uncle push against head, forcing his mouth to remain upon the limb energetically exploding with semen, the fluid coursing along the boy's tongue and draining down his throat. He gulped and swallowed, gripping at his uncle the same way, digging his fingers into the hairy backside and pushing himself further against the man's groin, slobbering helplessly into the sexual region. Stanley pushed vigorously into the warm, sucking maw of his nephew, spilling the remains of his come deep inside, his voice growling involuntarily with one last wave of energy, the last big gush of his aura fusing with George's, the duality spinning wildly and then spilling back down into their minds. The adult pulled his limb back, releasing his nephew and allowing breath to come back, the member dripping with fluids. He wiped the mess away with a hand, then resituated his underwear in their proper place. He spoke some word, some phrase of pleasure and praise, but it was mostly lost to his nephew; the boy lie back onto his sleeping bag and did nothing else but to embrace the moment, and let his spirit glide slowly back down to the planet. Heat pressed down on them. Now that their efforts and exercise were through for the moment, they desired to feel the much cooler temperatures of the outside world, away from the thick musk and aroma of sex that was in the tent. The males looked to one another, chuckled awkwardly, and both finally alighted back to reality. Here they proposed a silent contract of mutual understanding the experience, that each would be the anchor and the Wings for the other. In some way, both had desired this from the start, during the truck ride, and possibly before this on a highly ascended plane of unknown telepathy... Yet for now, they both desired breakfast. End of part 1.

SPQR Chapter 8 by Darryl the Lightfur

The voice came from the back of the cell, puny and cracked. Martellus thought he was in solitary confinement but there was indeed somebody there in that foetid cell. When Martellus first heard it, his first thought that it was some puny creature like a mouse or a squirrel but once his eyes adjusted

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The voice came from the back of the cell, puny and cracked. Martellus thought he was in solitary confinement but there was indeed somebody there in that foetid cell. When Martellus first heard it, his first thought that it was some puny creature like a mouse or a squirrel but once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the disgusting room, he saw a lion. Or to be more precise, a skeletal wraith of a lion, preyed upon by many foul diseases. His cell mate had been badly mistreated by the guards, who took sadistic glee in beating prisoners. The lion's body was covered head to toe in scars left by the Roman flagella cruelly laced with metal and shards of glass; many of the scars showed advanced signs of infection. There was no mane to speak of on this feline prisoner and there were numerous bald spots, a sign of malnutrition. Only an ill-fitting burlap rag kept the lion's more delicate body parts unexposed but given the Roman propensity for cruelty, there was little doubt in Martellus' mind that they had been mutilated in some respect. And yet the lion was still alive, in spite of all the evidence to the contrary. The worst injury to his body was the large red "M" emblazoned on his left paw, the sign of a murderer. "Thou shalt not kill... not even thyself," the lion wheezed, as though it required a superhuman effort to even mouth the words of his scriptures. Of course, he would have been the one to talk about murder. "I am Eliezer ben-Yehuda. And I am a... murderer (cough)" Everything would be slow for this lion who had been so badly abused by the Roman guards. Martellus knew that was a Jewish name and that he was now face-to-face with one whose very way of life he helped destroy all those years ago during the occupation. But this prisoner was too abused to be offensive towards anyone, his strength, wealth, vigor and youth stripped away after only one year of Roman torture. The lion had literally been beaten into submission. The wolf then spoke, oblivious to his own nudity and embarrassment at the sight of one who was even more miserable than he was. "I was a soldier in the Roman army, and then a Senator. I spoke against the Imperial abuse of power by Domitian and in his cruelty, he threw me into this forsaken place. The Emperor is an evil and wicked man and I chose to forfeit my position and life rather than endure his misrule." "You... are not the only victim of... his evil. I... was a scholar who... (cough) had to repay a favor by killing... a magistrate. Decius Commodus, the victim's name. I will pay... am paying for that. I was a Sicarii." The Sicarii were to be feared during the Judean occupation, Martellus rmembered- disguised as religious students and scholars they carried daggers under their robes and stabbed to death any Roman unfortunate enough to be alone with them. They were religious extremists and terrorists who thought they could win freedom for their homeland by killing the appointed officials, even those who were innocent. "If your life be miserable, why don't you commit suicide as I was about to. This decaying room is worse than anything else imaginable." "But there... is still hope. For you and for me! And a divine purpose." The lion had a point. His woeful and unhappy tale tormented him as he had no one to confess his sins to and the details of his fall from grace tortured him, as did the guards routinely. He was a murderer yes, but as Martellus soon found out this prison sentence was in one way, self-inflicted. The crime was a mystery that none of the prelates and centurions could have discovered and Eliezer had for months left the investigators of Commodus' death at a loss. But his conscience, burning hotter than the Egyptian sun kept him from enjoying his life of sin and soon he turned himself to the authorities, knowing full well he would be led to this painful state. Such was the price of repentance to the Judean, who knew that the price for taking a life was that his own life be taken. His sins he had committed in ignorance and stupidity, believing that violence was the solution to life's problems. Martellus had long thought the Judeans simple-minded to pay homage to an invisible God as the Romans worshipped the sun and the moon and the wind and their Emperors. But at this moment, he realized that the gods of Rome were spiteful, flawed, and in the case of the deified leopard Domitian, evil. "Do not be afraid, my... friend. Even as death comes, I sense that... you are innocent. If you tell them that... everyone will know." Know what? The lion was too exhausted to speak any longer and in what could only be described as a miracle, fell soundly asleep in the disgusting cell the two shared. Here in the midst of this foetor and decay, there was one individual, clinging on to life and the hope of a better world to come. And in spite of Martellus' own shortcomings and flaws, his tendency to move based on passion rather than reason, there was reason to be courageous, reason that his death, much like his life would make some meaningful difference. Hours passed in that awful place and yet the wolf continued growing in courage, remembering of how as a soldier he swore that if it would protect the Empire from wicked men, the wolf would forfeit his own life. The words of Eliezer, son of Yehuda, a captured Judean felon had given this disgraced Senator the bravery to die for what he believed in. "You mangy curs!" the guard said, "the time has come for you to die in the arena. You will be a spectacle for this city I hope." Indeed the time had come for Martellus to give his greatest contribution to the city...

Survivor - PERM Edition by Nex_Canis

#1 of Survivor - PERM Edition And now, for your smutty pleasure, please enjoy this little spoof of the reality TV show that everyone either loves or loves to hate: Survivor - PERM Edition. (Yes, that can be roughly abbreviated to SPERME) Anyway, nothing too crazy this go around yet but you can bet

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**Survivor - PERM Edition** **\*\*\*\*\*** *Dear Volunteer,* *We thank you for your application to become part of the Nexwork Studios' newest reality television show,* Survivor - PERM Edition. *By signing the below contract (and waver) you hereby grant permission to all studio executives and production crew of our network to film your everyday life for the purposes of the show.* *You also grant permission to be subjected to the following:* * *Male on male sexual interaction (willing or forced)* * *Alteration of your physical body into alternative forms* * *Rapid growth of your muscle structure* * *Alteration of your mental state* * *Being exposed to copious amounts of semen* *If any of the above does not appeal to you or you are not legally over the age of 18 or 21, please be advised that you cannot legally sign this contract and that you should sit perfectly still while the Muscular Men in Black (MMIB) come to your residence and wipe your memory. Yes, we know where you live.* *Otherwise, if you are of legal age, please remember that signing the contract is merely a formality. By the time you finish this sentence, you will already have been knocked out and shipped to the Island.* *Thank you and we look forward to working on you.* **\*\*\*\*\*** **Day 1 8:00 AM - Jack** The world spun and Jack Riley had the horrible, sickening feeling of being thrown around in one of those spinning carnival rides that leaves those unfortunate enough to walk away from it with the unstoppable sensation of giving up their lunch. When he tried to open his eyes, the blazing sun above made him wince. As he tried to lift his arms to block away the bright light, the sensation of pins and needles spread quickly from his fingertips, up his arm and all throughout his body. It felt like he had slept the wrong way on his whole body. He had to lie there for what seemed like an eternity, wincing at the sun bearing down on him until he finally could move his limbs with some semblance of normalcy. With a grunt, Jack sat up. His clothes felt strange and when he looked down, he realised he was not dressed in the formal shirt and slacks he had been wearing the when he left his wife's grave. It was some sort of black futuristic shirt and pants that looked like it was made of latex or some other rubbery material only it felt like cloth despite the sheen. There was a name tag on the right breast pocket marking his name. Panic was starting to set in but Jack quickly took stock of his situation and gazed around the room. It looked like he was in some sort of hotel room. There was a bookshelf that looked like it came from Ikea, shaped with a geometric design and appearing rather impractical but somehow holding itself together. He wouldn't have been surprised if there were a few screws missing though. The bed was the type that hugged the floor tightly but revealed a storage compartment if you pushed the bed upwards. The floor was white, polished and pristine. Everything about the room screamed 'Spartan' except for the rear wall which was made entirely out of glass and showed a vast jungle with a snow-topped mountain jutting out of the middle and ocean covering the horizon. Jack staggered over to the window, pressing a hand against the glass plane and wondering if any of this was real or not. In the faint reflection, he managed to see his tired, ragged features. The permanent five o'clock shadow that hugged his face added to his age even if he was only in his mid-thirties. Short cropped, brown hair merged perfectly with the beard. It would have framed his bright blue eyes perfectly if not for the heavy bags that hung underneath them. He shook his head and pulled his moderate frame towards the other side of the room where there was a sliding door. As he approached, it hissed loudly and slid aside. Very futuristic. A hallway presented itself to him on a white, blank wall. Occasionally, the bland white was broken by a few plants in similarly white pots. Monitors hung in front of him and once glance on either side of him revealed that there were other rooms and each one had a monitor in front of them. Another hiss to his right brought another person staggering out of his room. A hairy, portly man with dirty-blonde hair and a full beard. He was dressed in the same black, latex-like clothing that Jack wore. Despite the paunch he bore, he had big, meaty arms that really showed through his clothing. "Hi..." Jack began, raising a hand. "Hey," rumbled the man, waving back shakily. "Ya got any idea whut da fuck happ'nd ta us?" Jack shook his head. "I just woke up like this..." He gestured at the suit he wore. "You?" "Same 'ere, man." Another hiss, this one to the new man's right. A dark-skinned man staggered out, rubbing his head. Like the first newcomer, he was a little on the chubby side but was less hairy. The man's full lips parted in a soft groan as he rubbed his head. "Man... What hit me...?" Dark eyes gazed both at Jack and the portly fellow. "What...?" Before any further questions could be answered, more hisses filled the air and doors all the way down the hallway sprang open. Jack counted a total of twelve people ranging from the extremely fit to the fat and unfit. He couldn't help but wonder where they were. Confused stares were exchanged but no questions could be asked as a soft, sing-song tone rang through the air. *"Good morning, survivors!"* The monitors in front of them sprang open and a broad, smiling face appeared. The sun-tanned features peeled open in a broad smile and his green eyes shone. *"Welcome. I hope you all slept well?"* "Where the fuck are we?" barked, a tall, muscular fellow shouted. "What is this, man?" *"This..."* the man beamed, pausing for effect. *"... is Survivor."* Jack reeled back in surprise. "Survivor? You mean that old reality TV show that died out years ago? Is that thing still going?" *"Oh no, you mistake me,"* laughed the stranger. *"This is not* that *Survivor. Nexworks Studios bought the rights to that a while back and we're recently bringing it back!"* "Nexwork Studios?" another man repeated but he was too far for Jack to really see. "Never heard of them." *"I would be surprised if you did."* The man's portrait suddenly shrank and a big logo appeared in front of them. It showed, in big letters 'NEX' contained within a massive cog. The word 'works' was written in the outer rim of the cog. *"Nexworks Studios, bringing entertainment in all its shapes and forms. Part of the Nexus Conglomerate."* The man's face zoomed in, grinning brightly again. *"And this show is brought to you not only by Nexworks Studios but also NexGen Pharmaceutical and GenNex Genetics in cooperation with NexSports, the one-stop-shop for all your sporting needs; now with gyms open in all capital cities all over the world. And one on the Planet John."* Jack reeled back, blinking a couple of times in surprise. "Planet John?" he repeated. *"Relationships with the Johnsons is a little strained at the moment,"* the man said with a bit of a wince. *"Ever since we managed to successfully get male impregnation down, the Johnsons have been less cooperative, trying to claim themselves as independent. Our lawyers are working on it."* Again, Jack blinked at the monitor, wondering if this was some sort of sick joke. *"Anyway, I am your host, Steven McManus,"* the man said, still giving them that creepy smile. *"And this is the first episode of the new season of Survivor."* Big, dramatic music played for the speakers and Steven's face shrank to reveal a logo for the show. In big, bold letters, is announced 'Survivor' with an island montage in the background and what appeared to be monsters hiding amongst the shadows. On the rim of the logo were the words 'Prepare, Evolve, Rape, Masturbate'. Now Jack *knew* this was some elaborate joke. Another 'contestant' seemed to think so and began to laugh. "You're kidding me right? This is some pretty big budget prank here. Where are the cameras?" *"Everywhere!"* Steven announced brightly. *"That's the beauty of this show! It's the new reality TV show that does not hold your hand. In this incarnation of the show, your goal is to escape from the island.* *"The rules are simple,"* Steven said as his portrait shrunk and a set of rules appeared. *"The aim of the game is to be the sole survivor. The Island presents many dangers, all of which have the unique property that will alter you in some way, shape or form. However you are changed, the dangers* will *turn you into what we like to call 'Beasts'."* A thunderous roar cut through facility, making everyone jump. *"That's one of them now!"* Steven exclaimed, laughing heartily. *"There are minimal dangers during the day but when night falls, the danger rises exponentially. You are currently in the Safe House. The Beasts will attempt to get in here in the Safe House. Tools and materials in the shape of aerial drops will appear every day to aid you to defend the Safe House. If the Beasts breach your defences, you must survive or be turned into Beasts and thus lose the game."* "You *must* be joking!" someone shouted. Steven just grinned and continued. *"To get off the Island, a new objective will be given to you at the start of every six day period. These objectives do* not *have an expiry date so you can achieve them in any order and at any time you wish. However, be warned that you* do *have a time limit. If by the 43rd day you have not built the ship to get you off this island, the Safe House's defences will automatically be disabled and you will have no place to run."* "What!?" *"Furthermore, every third day there will be a Reward Challenge that will present the unique opportunity for one of the players to obtain a significant reward that could give them the advantage over the others. At the sixth day, players are given the Immunity/Elimination Challenge where they will be one winner and one loser. Those who win will be granted an immunity idol which will ensure that they will not be targeted by the Beasts for an entire 24 hour period to be activated any time they so wish within the next six day period. Those who lose the challenge will be locked out of the Safe House to brave the dangers of the Island and the Beasts for that entire night."* A tall, lanky man with spikey, styled hair stepped forward, holding up his hands. "Okay, I'm going to stop you right there. Steven, was it?" The man cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow and putting on a charming smile. "You can drop the act. None of this real. None of us have even heard of the Nexus Conglomerate. Just cut the act and let us go back home to our families and we can forget all about this. No one will sue. Right fellas?" It occurred to Jack that everyone in the hallway was male. Steven just smiled at the begrudging nods of the other 'players'. *"The first rule of Survivor,"* he continued, ignoring them completely. *"There can only be one sole survivor. The second rule, death is not an option. The third rule, the immunity idol is* not *transferrable. The fourth rule, every person is required to submit a five minute personal log every day. And the last rule, have fun."* Jack shivered at Steven's widening grin. *"Good luck, Survivors. Feel free to explore the Safe House. The first supply drop will occur at noon. I will see you then."* **Day 1 9:30 AM - Vincent** The situation just seemed far too *surreal* to be truly real but there was no denying the fact that they were in strange clothing, in a strange house on a strange Island. Vincent's survival instincts began to kick in and as the other 'Survivors' began throwing tantrums and bickering, he moved to explore the house. If they were to defend the place, he needed to get a good look at it first. He clearly wasn't the only one with the same idea. A big, brawny man with short-cropped blonde hair and bright, green eyes followed him down the hallway and out of what must be the living quarters. They reached the end towards the sliding automatic door before either of them spoke. "I'm Private Craig Brownstone," the man said. "Vincent Descartes." "You from Europe?" "Parents were from France. Born and raised in the US." "Australia," added Craig. "Moved to the US when I was seven. Joined the military after high school." His eyes appraised Vincent just as Vincent returned the favour. "What do you think?" Vincent cast a glance over his shoulder as the door shut behind them. "They are in denial. Let them soak in it for a moment longer. The fact remains, we are stuck here. From my room, I could only see ocean all around us. I saw few islands out in the distance but they are far from swimming distance." Craig grunted as they stepped into what appeared to be a living area. Plain, white couches were arrayed in a circle around four televisions arranged in a square. Potted plants broke the monotony of the white. A kitchen stood close to the lounge area complete with refrigerator and what appeared to be a door into a freezer. A dining area stood right next to full floor to ceiling windows with a glass sliding door gave view to a gymnasium. A flight of stairs divided the kitchen from the dining area, leading upstairs. The screens suddenly sprang alive. *"Welcome to the living area,"* McManus announced brightly. *"Here you will find all the facilities you need to cook and maintain and supplies you will receive. These monitors will provide you with news casts of current island activities, objective updates, weather patterns and potential supply drops. We will also provide you with uplinks to your friends and family should you earn the right to do so."* The screen went blank. "Taunting us with false promises," Vincent grunted. "We're trapped and they're enjoying rubbing it into our faces." "It's ratings, probably," Craig muttered, crossing his thick arms. "I'll bet their audiences will go over the moon seeing us weep and cry when our families tell us how much they miss us." "I wonder who would watch this shit show." "Aliens." They shared an awkward laugh from that though Vincent still held reservations about whether or not what McManus said was real. He was a loner by choice but he was a keen observer of people. Being a park ranger had given him some insights into people when they though no one was watching and McManus... He was just too genuine. He couldn't detect a lie in any of his words. They wandered over to the far end of the living area. One glass door led to a hallway that consequently led outside. It looked like some sort of patio, a little atrium before entering the house itself. He imagined potential survivors trying to escape from the 'Beasts' being trapped in the hallway while their teammates watched them lose. Craig went straight for the gymnasium and let out a low whistle. It was fully equipped with all the machines any gym junkie could wish for. There were free weights, machines to exercise every muscle in the body and even yoga mats. There was an unobstructed view of the front balcony that had a stunning view of a verdant, green forest. It seemed that their Safe House was located on an hill as the land sloped down gently from the balcony. *"This is the Gymnasium,"* came McManus' voice. His face appeared on the several monitors across the broad gym. *"We care for your health and considering how you will be on this island for an extended period time while dodging Beasts that are your physical superior in every way, you must keep yourself at tip top condition. As such, we have provided you with a gymnasium. Connected to the gym are communal showers where you can bathe yourselves after a day's hard work and also a pool for those of you geared more towards aquatic stimulation."* Vincent wondered if these were just recordings or someone was actually on the other end taunting them. Along with Craig, he explored the showers and the pool. There were no stalls within the shower rooms, ensuring everyone lay bare and exposed. That also meant the showers was not somewhere anyone could run to escape and hide. Though the toilet stalls could be locked, they barely provided any place to hide. The pool was big, broad and smelled of chlorine. He got out of there as fast as he could while Craig explored a little more. Vincent stepped out onto the balcony and took in the fresh, crisp air. It was warm but not the tropical kind of warm. As he ran his hand across the railings, he wondered what kind of 'defences' would be provided to them. The safe house did not look at all that defensible. Yes, it was on hill but that only gave them a good vantage point. What use was a view if you couldn't do anything about it? The balcony wrapped around the west side of the house and he found that it led straight back into the living quarters. He did not envy those who stayed at the west side of the living quarters. They were the closest to being attacked. When he re-entered the house through the west balcony, everyone else was gone. Just the way he liked it. Right next to the door leading to the balcony was two, broad, white doors leading into the library. Inside, he found a young man with very thick glasses and messy, frazzled hair like he had been electrocuted. The man looked up from a book he held and instantly turned away. Vincent knew survival depended on knowing his teammates - both their strengths and weaknesses. "Hi," he greeted. "Hello," the young man answered meekly. "I'm Owen." "Vincent," he replied shortly. "Where are you from?" "Californa. You?" "North," he answered shortly. "I'm a Park Ranger at Yellowstone. Was." "Please to meet you." Owen nodded to the only other door in the rectangular library, the only break in a wall of books. "Dennis is in there right now. It's the camera room. You know, the place you're supposed to give a five minute spiel about your day. Did you want to go next?" Vincent shook his head. "I'll pass. Give Dennis my regards." He had no idea who Dennis was but being around more than one person at a time made him antsy. Living out in the forests for long periods of time with only the partner assigned to him did give him comfort being with *one* person but any more than that and he was likely to turn away and run. Leaving the library, he followed the length of the living quarter's hallway and peered through a glass door about halfway door. It looked like there was a courtyard or a broad open garden at the centre of the facility. A Jacuzzi was available for anyone to use and to the west of the garden was what looked like a greenhouse. However, there were *far* too many people in there to give him any comfort of going in. He left the living quarters and hurried up the stairs, hoping not to run into anyone there. He found himself on another balcony only this one faced east and from the way the wooden deck wrapped around the open courtyard and greenhouse, he guessed that it provided a good view of the north, east and west of the facility. Daring a glance at the courtyard below, he watched the other contestants hanging around a monitor where McManus was instructing them on the purpose of the garden and greenhouse. He got to the point where McManus was explaining that the greenhouse was filled with genetically altered plants that would bear fruit every six days when one of the other contestants spotted him. Unwilling to bear their scrutinising gazes, he turned and ducked into the Safe House's second floor. *"Welcome to the Recreation Area,"* McManus exclaimed. *"In this broad area, you will find various tools for your recreation. Naturally, at this stage, it is empty but once you win more Reward Challenges, you will be granted various forms of entertainment to help ease the tension."* The floor was indeed just a blank, white slate. Nothing of interest except for the glass windows that led to another south-facing balcony. Vincent grunted softly as he spotted what appeared to be a fenced-off generator at the base of the hill. It was clever of the producers. No doubt much of the facilities in the Safe House - including defences - would require power and as such, if the Beasts got to the generator, a player would have to step outside and repair it. He wondered what other surprises the Safe House held for them. "This place is more a death trap than a haven," he muttered. "Got that right." His eyes darted to his left where a red-haired, brawny man stood, leaning against the railings with a deep frown on his face. Freckles covered his face in such volume that he almost looked completely red. A heavy, well-trimmed beard covered his face and his blue eyes were sharp and keen. "And you are?" Vincent asked. "Duncan," answered the man. "Duncan O'Keeffe. I used to be a fireman in New York. You?" "Park Ranger. Name's Vincent. Vincent Descartes." Duncan turned his back to the stunning vista and sighed heavily. "What do you think of all this? I think it's bullshit. No way this could be legal. Our families would come looking for us." "I don't know," admitted Vincent. "Who really knows, right? This is pretty surreal." "Yeah... It is..." A loud *gong*-like noise rang through the Safe House and the two exchanged glances. They were halfway through the Recreation Area when the monitors sprang up again with McManus' grinning face. *"Survivors, supplies have been dropped."* Their host's face vanished, replaced by a map of the island. The big, blue square was no doubt the Safe House and the red dot was most likely the supply drop. It didn't look too far away. Directly north-west of their position. *"Good luck."* The monitors went dead. --- **Day 1 12:30 PM - Shady** They called him 'Shady' but that was only because they were all jealous of his success. Samuel 'Shady' Norris. It had a nice ring to it. Every time he heard any of his co-workers say it, he just *knew* they were jealous. Sure, in his business you had to be as cutthroat as possible but hell, that was part of the job. So after McManus announced to them that the first supply drop had come, he was one of the volunteers to put his hand up and agree to pick it up. Three others came with him and he instantly began appraising them, sizing them up and taking stock of their strength, weaknesses and any way he could possibly exploit them. Unlike the others, he had come to terms with this sudden drop in the middle what seemed to be a death game rather quickly. Sure, at first he had been sceptical - he was the one that attempted to coax McManus into admitting this was all a hoax - but he adapted quickly to any and all situations. But the man that he walked beside through the dense forest underbrush looked like he was still trying to pray to God to get them out of this situation. "You are religious man?" Shady asked. "I was a priest for a small town," answered the man. "Got a name, padre?" The man's deep, black eyes threw him a foul look. "Conrad McArthur. And you are?" "Samuel Norris." He held out his hand to shake the priest's. "People just call me 'Shady'." "Any particular reason?" Shady shrugged as they shook hands. "I'm in the rental car business. Not entirely the most honest business but I'll come out with it right now. If we're going to survive this, we've got to be honest with one another, right?" McArthur's gentle, fatherly features split open in an awkward smile and he nodded. "Glad you came out with that information from the get-go, son." It was funny, McArthur looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. Just starting to show the signs of crow's feet. With his shaven head, it was hard to tell if he was already going grey or not but he was certainly not that youthful. Probably just five to seven years older than Shady but the fact that he called the salesman 'son' was just damn funny. Of course, Shady didn't point that out. McArthur would be fairly easy to manipulate. Appeal to his religious side, act all repentant and meek. Easy enough. Probably get caught praying or something. Shady was already making plots to have the priest start a little prayer group to 'keep up people's hopes'. In reality, that just meant Shady would know where the suckers were. Ahead of them were two other men who looked like they were built for strength. The one on the right was one of the youngest of the survivors but he had the body of a budding bodybuilder. He was tall, blonde, blue-eyed and had the square jaw of a Neanderthal. Some girls would find him cute but to Shady, he just screamed 'sucker'. The swagger in his step was a clear indication of his confidence. Whether or not he was scared was irrelevant. This guy was so used to being on top that he didn't know anything else. The one of the right was a little different. He was shorter and had a bit of a belly but his upper body was *very* strong, probably a former athlete. Looking at the man's slight limp on his right leg confirmed that. His legs were still big and strong but that belly probably was a testament to his fall from grace. "O'er 'ere," that same man said, pointing through the brush. His speech patterns indicated someone who was very rough, someone who had little time for enunciation and was used to being obeyed the moment he barked. Teacher? Coach? Personal Trainer? One of those. He would be harder to trick since he was used to dealing with people and seemed to be a natural leader. A soft beeping filtered through the forest. Nestled between the roots of two trees were four metal crates. Each was beeping softly, a red blinking light mounted on each of them. "One for each," grunted the blonde titan. "Think you can handle it, slim?" Shady pretended he didn't know he was being addressed and looked surprised when he caught the man's gaze. "Oh? Me? Sure. And my name is Samuel Norris. Just call me 'Shady', though." The man grunted, offering a bright smile. "Okay. I'm Weiss Coleman." He bent down and hoisted one of the boxes easily onto his shoulder. "Sure you can handle one of these things? It's pretty heavy." Time to test out his theory. Shady bent down and tried to hoist the metal box up. It really wasn't all that heavy but he made a show of trying nonetheless. When everyone else had their boxes up, he followed them back to the Safe House, making a show of struggling. McArthur showed no signs of struggling so he played it down a little more. About halfway back, he found a tree root that he purposefully tripped over. With a cry, he went crashing, arms flailing. Weiss was the first to come over. "You okay, man?" "Fine," he grunted, sucking air through his teeth. "Just tripped and fell, that's all." The other unnamed man snorted. "Then get yer ass up an' pull yer weight." "Coach, he could be hurt," Weiss protested. "Survival of da fitt'st, kid. Leave 'im." Weiss looked conflicted but shook his head. "I'll take your crate, Shady. Just focus on keeping up." Bingo. Shady offered his thanks as Weiss picked up both crates and began carrying them towards the Safe House. He made an effort to appear like he was injured especially when this 'Coach' threw him suspicious glances every now and then. That did not shake him at all. He had McArthur and Weiss in his back pocket; two strong people with very magnetic personalities. That could earn him a *lot* of ground. Now he just needed the others. When they reached the Safe House, they headed up the steps on the east side of the facility that led into that little entrance hallway. The glass doors hissed as they were granted entry. The rest of the survivors had gathered and eagerly watched as they placed the crated down at the centre of the bland living area. Shady held himself back, attempting to look meek and modest as the Coach explained what had happened. He heard someone call him 'Monroe' so he guessed this gut was 'Coach Monroe'. Tough name and certainly someone to watch out for. As soon as Monroe was done talking, Weiss and McArthur went to opening the crates. Shady went to assist and found that each of the crates was easily opened. A couple of latches were the only thing that kept them from falling apart. The one he opened surprised him in that it contained a lot of specially packaged foods. The packets were all white and had the markings of a company called 'GreeNex Farms', naturally part of the Nexus Conglomerate. Again, he had never heard of any of these guys. Conspiracy theories flew around in his mind. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he picked up one package and ripped it open. Orange, square chips poked out at him. He was still suspicious and he pretended to eat one and gave a loud sound of approval. One of the younger survivors wandered over. "Is that any good?" the young man asked, pointing at the package. The kid was scrawny and the golden tint in his skin belied his Asian heritage. He had a clear American accent, however. "Pretty good," Shady answered after a fake swallow. "Try some." "Thanks. I'm Dennis, by the way. Dennis Ho." "Call me Shady." Dennis had a bite from the chips and after he gave a nod of appreciation, Shady took a real piece himself and handed the rest of the package to the teenager. Dennis didn't seem to be much older than Weiss. Probably a college student too. Wandering over to the other four crates, he took note of their contents. One crate held some frozen products ideal for the meat eaters and main meals but they all looks suspiciously big. One of the chicken breasts was as big and as thick as his head! The T-Bone steaks were too big, probably twice as large as a normal steak. He shuddered to think what animal that came from. Another crate had medical supplies and other bathroom supplies. Shampoo, soap, toilet paper and bandages were all pooled together. It would make living in this place certainly much easier but it was the fourth and final crate that gave Shady pause. Inside were guns and weaponry but none like he had ever seen before. The red head with so many freckles on his face that he might as well have been born red, picked up what appeared to be a hatchet only it was made of white ceramic and the blade was jet black except for the silvery edge. There was a red button at the base of the handle. When he pressed the button, the hatchet came a loud *whirring* sound. The silvery edge began to glow brightly. "What is this shit...?" the man muttered. Other weapons were revealed. One looked like some sort of space-age gun. When the trigger was pulled, a bolt of electrical energy was shot from the barrel. It struck the nearby wall and bounced off. The ball of bright blue energy bounced around the living room, causing panic, until it landed in a potted plant. The plant went incredibly stiff. When poked, the plant was as stiff as a rock. A loud 'whoa' came from perhaps one of the least fit people in the group. The tubby, pimple-scarred man with dirty-blond hair plastered to his head picked up what appeared to be a katana from the crate. His pudgy fingers ran across the blade with a gleeful grin across his face, showing the braces that held together his teeth. When he swung it, the blade emitted a high-pitched noise and there was a rippling through the air like the area of effect extended further than the blade itself. Many other weapons presented themselves but it was clear none of them knew how to use it. Shady spied some pieces of paper deep inside the crate of weapons and reached inside to fetch one. "There's a manual," he announced, holding up the pamphlet. It had a design for the katana and he handed it to the guy with the strange fascination with the blade - he recalled someone calling him 'Terry'. He took a futuristic pistol for himself as everyone else grabbed a weapon each. It seemed there were only enough weapons for each to have one long-ranged weapon and one melee except when all were taken, another pistol identical to his own was left. Shrugging and giving in to his greed, he picked up it and its corresponding manual. He decided to avoid taking a melee weapon, letting Terry gleefully take a second katana. Just another person that would be easy to manipulate. "We've got to ration all this," announced another one of the tall, brawny members of the survivors. Shady instantly knew this guy wasn't going to be easy to manipulate despite his crew cut and square jaw. He screamed 'military'. "My name is Private Craig Brownstone. Nice to meet you folks." Craig rested a hand on the box full of packaged foods that Terry had started tearing into. Terry took a few more packets and retreated. "I don't know what kind of sick game this is. We don't know what kind of 'Beasts' are out there but if we're going to survive, we need to stick together and keep our heads. I suggest we have a patrol rotation. All in favour?" There was general consensus but as to *who* would be on the rotations would probably be the next issue. Reading the room correctly, Craig changed the subject. He was definitely not some dumb military jock. Shady made note to keep that in mind. "Next, the food we have has to be rationed. We don't know when the next supply drop will be. So let's not waste what food we have." Again, more agreement though Terry and another slightly tubby fellow looked a bit disappointed. "Lastly, let's get used to this place. Meet back here for scheduling at sundown. Don't wander too far out. We don't know what's out there and you heard what McManus said. Who knows what'll come out when the sun goes down." Even Shady had to share a chill down his spine at the thought. He gazed out into the forest and pursed his lips, clutching his pistols tightly. He would have to use all his wits to survive. **Day 1 5:30 PM - Jack** SR-M3 '*Rioter*'. That was what the rifle was called. 'Stun Rifle - Mode 3'. Jack leafed through the manual and noted how the rifle was designed with three hits in mind. The first strike would cause full-body paralysis except for major bodily organs. The target would remain conscious but they could not move. The next hit would cause unconsciousness and the last was called a 'displacement effect' where the target would be teleported to their 'home base'... whatever that was. He had spent the majority of the afternoon getting to know the rest of the survivors. Cliques were quickly forming. Lance Monroe, Craig Brownstone and Duncan O'Keeffe were quickly forming what was quickly becoming the 'leadership' of the survivors. They had strong, commanding personalities and were experienced with dealing with people. It probably helped that Duncan was a fireman and considered a hero by most standards. Weiss associated quickly with Dennis, Terry and Owen. The four of them made the youngest of the group, all college students with varying interests but their age bound them together. Such a relationship was beneficial especially for Dennis who seemed very meek and quite emotional. Father Conrad McArthur was constantly speaking with Shady and Colin Washington - the African-American trucker - were seen together in the library for most of the afternoon. McArthur was leading them in prayer but only Colin seemed truly sincere. There was just something about Shady that Jack did not trust. Vincent was off on his own and Jack only had a brief discussion with him but then the guy seemed the type not to like idle conversation. From there, Jack retreated into his own room and studied the manual for his '*Rioter*' and the stun rod he had picked up. Having never held a gun in his life, he was very wary of using one now. Still, he had to survive, that much he knew. Then the light dancing in from the window of his room began to dim, he realised just how late it was. He snatched up his *Rioter* and stun rod, strapping the gun across his back while hooking the rod against his waist. He headed straight towards the living area where Craig and the rest of the leadership were gathered. "You're early," the soldier observed. "Just wanted to make sure I didn't miss this," answered Jack, taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs. "So what's the plan?" "Let's wait until everyone is here." As the sun began to set, the rest of the survivors began to gather. Weiss and the youngsters came in laughing and looking much more cheery. Vincent arrived but no one actually saw him come in. He just sort of appeared, eyes cast into the distance. It had gone dark before McArthur and his group arrived. "I said to meet here at sundown," Craig said, glowering at the priest. "We were in prayer," replied McArthur sternly. "I apologise if that interrupted your plans." "Next time you start praying, make sure that you at least have the courtesy to plan ahead." Craig turned away from him, regarding the others in the living area. "Okay, so we've had a discussion and since there are four decks above us, we'll need at least four people to be on patrol. We'll do it in four hour shifts. At least that way, everyone can get some sleep and rest." No one argued, they just didn't want to be on the first rotation. "Lance, Duncan and I will take the first shift," announced Craig. "Who wants to join us?" Jack knew that to increase his chances of survival, he needed to ally himself with the strongest people in the group. He raised his hand. "I'll do it." "Welcome aboard," Craig said, smiling faintly. "Who wants to take the second shift?" Allocations were made and dinner was to be prepared by the second shift while everyone else got some rest. Clutching his *Rioter* to his chest and trying to keep himself from shaking in fear, Jack followed the rest of the leadership up the stairs out into the cold, open air. He was unable to keep himself from shaking at that point. He was allocated the north walkway while the others took the south, east or west. As he stood on the north balcony, peering out into the vast forest, he could not help but shake and feel a sense of... insignificance. That a company could just kidnap them and put them into this horrific game... It just made him wonder what the average person like him could do to prevent it. "Thinking that this stuff is just bullshit?" He glanced over his shoulder. Shady strode towards him, offering a wry smile. "And how we could stop this bullshit," he admitted. "How does a company even get away with this?" "Probably the same way they managed to successfully implement male pregnancy," Shady offered with a mild chuckle. He leaned against the railings. "What do you think is out there?" Jack peered into the gloom. The lights from the Safe House could only reach so far into the forest and even then, the smallest ruffle of leaves looked like a monster plotting to strike. "I don't know," he admitted. "I wish I did, but I don't." He glanced over at Shady. "What are you doing here anyway? It's yours not on shift tonight." "Thought I'd just keep you guys company," Shady answered with a shrug. "It's a crazy place out there. I'm not good with a gun or a fighter in any way but I might as well offer my support." He leaned back against the railings. "So, Jack, what are you fighting for?" "What makes you think I'm fighting for anything other than survival?" "You've got that look about you." Shady gave him a shrewd, cocky smile like he knew something. "Everyone has got something they're fighting for. Sometimes, it's just survival. Craig has got that look. Duncan looks like he's out for blood and Father McArthur wants to make sure everyone gets out safe. You... You look like someone's out there waiting for you." He grinned. "Is it your girl?" "No." "Wife? Family?" "My sons." Jack clutched his *Rioter* close to his chest. "They lost their mother a while back. I've been taking care of them since then. They're only thirteen." "They...? Twins?" Jack nodded. "You must be very proud." Shady reached out and squeezed Jack's shoulder. "Don't worry. You'll get out of here. We all will." "You think so?" Shady offered him a sly smile. "McManus said that at the end of every elimination challenge, only one person is locked out. But look at it this way, when we stand out here, we've got a full view of the surrounding area. The way I figure it, if the guy that's locked out just sticks really close, we can still defend them, right? There might be a chance we can get out of this all alive." Jack blinked at that revelation. Shady was right. With enough people, they could probably keep whoever or whatever was out there at bay. "That -" A loud gong-like noise rang through the air. A thunderous roar ripped through the night. They both spun towards the forest. Echoing *booms* ripped through the air and they both instinctively brought up their weapons. A startled cry erupted from Jack's throat when the forest suddenly exploded with activity. A whole platoon worth of Beasts came rushing out of the underbrush, heads ducked and charging. "Holy shit!" came a cry from behind them. A quick glance over his shoulder and he spied Craig lifting his own *Rioter* and firing into the darkness with precise bursts. A whole army of Beasts came rushing at them from the east and from the sound of gunfire, they were coming from all directions! "Get inside!" Jack barked. "Are you kidding?" Shady laughed softly, lifting his pistols. "You think you can take all these guys? I'm not backing down!" Maybe he had judged Shady wrong but he had no time to think of that at the moment. Below them, the Beasts came into the light of the Safe House. They looked like gargantuan tanks compacted into hard-packed, muscled flesh. Rough skin of different shades varying from the deepest black to the palest white glistened with sweat and accentuated every curve on their titanic, muscular bodies. Thick, tree-trunk thighs carried impressive, broad torsos up the hill. Horns stuck out of their long muzzles as they crawled over one another with massive, meaty hands. "What the *fuck* are they!?" shouted Duncan from the south. To Jack... they looked like male rhinoceroses but fused with bodybuilders. There was no doubt they were male either. He could see thick, leathery balls hanging between their enormous legs and a plump sheath bouncing against chiselled abdominal muscles. He peered down the scope of his *Rioter* and pulled the trigger. There was a series of *thwapping* noises as bolts of blue energy shot out the gun's barrel and struck a Beast far to the rear. He saw the creature freeze up in mid charge and topple over. The Beasts suddenly reached the base of the Safe House. All too soon, he realised there was nothing but glass barring the Beasts from the living area. He thought fast. "Shady, grab everyone and bring them up here!" he shouted. "What!?" "There's only one way up and that's the east stairs! If everyone is up here, those things will be forced to come up through the stairs! We can catch them in a bottleneck!" Shady nodded and bolted. The sound of shattering glass made Jack's heart freeze. **Day 1 7:00 PM - Shady** All hell broke loose. Shady didn't expect things to degrade into such a state so soon and he was charging down the stairs, shouting for everyone to get up the stairs. He knew that the beasts would have only two points of entry. The glass windows of the living quarters was one and the other was the glass walls of the gymnasium. He saw a few of them trying to break through the entrance hallway but surprisingly, the glass there held the charging of these half-human, half-rhinoceros bodybuilders. "Everyone get upstairs!" he barked. There was a *boom* and the door to the living quarters sprang open. One of the rhinos stood at the doorway, grinning from ear to ear with a feral intelligence in his yellow eyes. He burst through the doorframe, shattering it entirely as he charged into their midst. Terry, who was closest, squealed like the pig he resembled and tried to escape. Despite the rhino's massive size, he was unnaturally fast and bowled Terry over in one move. Too late did everyone in the living area realise the rhino's intentions as a thick, pink cock began emerging from its plump sheath. Even Shady had to draw a line there. "Get the *fuck* off him!" he shouted and pulled the triggers to his FP, better known as the 'Force Pistol'. Two thunderous *booms* exploded from the barrels of his pistols, sending out bolts of green energy that slammed straight into the rhino's thick chest. The blast did no external damage but upon impact, the rhino was hurled back like he had been struck by a crashing aeroplane. His entire body seemed to just crumple up at the point of impact and he was thrown *back* through the living quarters door. He slammed into the other Beasts and even their collective mass didn't stop his momentum, throwing them *clean* out of the Safe House. Shady spent no time marvelling at the strength of his chosen weapons and rushed over to Terry who was slightly covered in sticky, clear precum. "Get up," he urged, hosting the young man to his feet. "Get up stairs!" *Smash!* Behind him, the glass door to the gymnasium shattered. The rhino had punched a hole through the door and actually *unlocked* it. There was definitely intelligence there but again, Shady had no time to ponder. He levelled his FVP at it and fired. The guns gave a faint sizzle. "Fuck!" He forgot the damn things needed at least 30 seconds to recharge before each shot. The rhino grinned at him as it stepped through the door with a slow menace. It took a lumbering step forward, several more of the creatures appearing behind it. All of them had a hungry look on their faces and their cocks were starting to emerge from their sheaths, dripping precum all over the floor. A bolt of blue energy struck the first rhino's arm and its eyes went wide even though its features were frozen in the hungry snarl. It stood frozen, body halfway into the house and blocking the rest of the raiding part. The other Beasts let out frustrated sounds and tried to yank the monster out of the way but it seemed to be stuck. From the stairwell, Terry had snatched a *Rioter* from a cowering Dennis. "Move!" he shouted. Shady was stunned at the obese nerd actually giving him orders. Terry spun towards him, *Rioter* levelled. His heart skipped a beat when a bolt of blue energy shot past his ear. When he spun around, he found another of the rhino-people topple back. Despite his build, Terry fired another shot that planted a bolt right in between the eyes of another rhino. He was a killer shot! "Who would've thought?" A ferocious roar made him flinch and he turned back towards the gymnasium door. The rhinos had yanked their buddy blocking the way and came charging at him in a row of threes. Shady lifted his guns and fired. One blast of green light struck the left most rhino, sending him hurling into the nearby wall. The other hit the ground and created sizable crater that sent the other two tumbling. Shady had to dodge away from the stairwell to prevent himself from being caught in their tumble of bodies. With a cry, he bolted away from the stairwell despite the others already making a break for the top. He only saw one route of escape and yanked at the metal door of the freezer. It creaked loudly as he threw himself inside and shut himself in. Thankfully, there was a light so he didn't plunge himself into the dark. A small flight of stairs led into the underground freezer and true to its name, it was unbearably cold. Shelves that stood mostly empty occupied the majority of the freezer. Some of the stock that they had obtained from the latest supply drop sat in the far wall but it was mostly empty. He heard something or someone slam into the door behind him and he threw his weight against the metal frame. He pulled the internal lock, effectively sealing himself inside. A shout exploded from the other side of the door. "Ya'll freeze in there, fucker!" His eyes boggled. They could talk... the Beasts could talk! "Why dontcha come out here so I can warm ya up?" Then came a menacing laugh. Not only were they cunning but they were goddamn intelligent! "Just what *is* this game...?" Adrenaline kept him warm for a few seconds more. The occasional roar or crashing noise would send a fresh wave through his bloodstream but the cold of the freezer was settling in. Recalling something he learned back when he was a Boy Scout, he ran a few laps up and down the stairs to keep the blood flowing. Every loud *boom* or thunderous *smash* would have him casting a fearful glance at the metal door. It was secure and looked like it could give a tank pause but with those rhinos out there *built* like thanks... He just wasn't sure it would hold. *Boom!* The door shuddered and he reflexively brought up his FPs. Nothing... Just taunting, dark laughter. After about the fifth time that happened, he stopped jumping and tried to wander around the small freezer trying to keep warm. He wasn't sure how long it was but the *booms* eased for a while. Then it came again. *Boom!* And more laughter. The bastards were taunting him, trying to break his spirit! "You think I'll cave that easily!?" he shouted, shaking a fist at the foes on the other side. "Think again!" He was only met with more laughter and taunts. It sounded like there were several of them now. God, he hoped they'd just go away once the sun rises. The problem was, he had no idea how long that was. The sun *had* just set... He wondered how long he could stay awake and unfrozen. "Got to keep my mind off freezing," he muttered, slapping his cheeks to get some warmth in them. To his dismay, they already felt like icicles. "Think warm thoughts..." That only brought up images of those big rhinos and how they intended to 'warm him'. With a disgusted grunt, he spun towards the freezer, looking for something to occupy his mind. "They won't break me," he muttered. But an idea sprang into his mind as his eyes settled on the food stores. "No..." he whispered, a dark smile crossing his features. "They won't break *me*." **Day 2 1:00 AM - Vincent** At about midnight, McManus had appeared on the screens again, greeting them jovially and asking them how they were doing. There were a lot of shouts, shaking fists and swearing but no energy could be expended on that thought. The 'High Horns' as they were called were relentless in their assault and while many of them had started stacking up at the bottom of the stairs, they continued to come at them blindly without much thought or strategy. That made it extremely easy for Vincent to climb the greenhouse and perch himself at a position where he had a perfect view of the gymnasium and living quarters. His chosen long ranged weapon was affectionately called the '*Asylum*' for one reason alone. It apparently fired a dart that, when it struck an organic target, would send their body into a sort of hypnotic trance where their friends would be their enemies and their enemies their friends. It would send foes to the 'mental *Asylum*'. The only drawback was that it relied on actual ammunition meaning he had finite ammunition. Peering down the scope, he spied several of the High Horns trying to quietly sneak through the gymnasium and into the living room. He aimed for the neck of the closest one and fired. There wasn't even a sound when the dart left the long barrel of the rifle. It struck the High Horn's neck and the Beast's eyes went wide. His pupils dilated and he instantly swung at the closest High Horn. They went down in a tumble with the first brutally shoving his cock down the muzzle of the stunned victim. Vincent scowled at the display of debauchery, holding back a shudder at the possibility that he or any of the other survivors could be forced to eat that thick, foot long rhino meat. He carefully reached into the packet of darts that hung from his hip and placed a new one into the barrel. Taking aim, he swivelled around to level his gun towards the living quarters. The number of High Horns had thinned as many of them lay at the foot of the stairs, paralysed or unconscious. They had figured out earlier on that if they just kept their foes stunned, the number of High Horns would whittle down. The theory was that the \_Rioter\_s third shot effect actually threw the Beasts back to where they came from, fully conscious and ready to go again. If they just kept the bad guys in the Safe House, they could keep the invaders at bay. More High Horns came through the broken windows of the living quarters and mistakenly began sneaking through the hallways. Vincent fired another shot. Another High Horn went wild on his comrades. After shoving his monstrous cock into another's ass, they went tumbling out of the living quarters and into the courtyard. Of the five there, one of them spotted him. He gave them a taunting salute and picked up the *Rioter* he had borrowed from one of the others. Two of the Beasts he managed to paralyse while the third darted back into the house out of his range. The last two were the ones caught in a tangle of bodies and semen, their enormous, muscular bodies undulating in a fierce half-wrestle, half-rape scene. He let them go at it, quietly chuckling to himself as he watched friend turn on friend. It gave him a degree of pleasure to see the monsters that had sought to kill them turn on one another. With that thought in mind, he picked up one of the darts in the pouch and placed it into the barrel again. He then plucked another and placed it into the breast pocket of his latex-like attire. A smile crossed his features as he patted it lightly. "This one's for you, McManus." "Psst. Vincent." He glanced over to his right even as he stared down the barrel of his rifle at a few more High Horns emerging from the gymnasium. Owen crawled up to him, shakily striding over with another *Asylum* in his hands. "Monroe said it's time to switch." Shaking his head, Vincent fired another round and watched the gymnasium devolve into a free for all. "I'm good. Go get some sleep, kid." "You sure?" He loaded another dart and quickly fired it again. Those inside the gymnasium were throw into utter disarray. "Yeah. I'm sure." "Need the company?" "No," was his immediate reply. "Oh... Okay. Just that, you know, it's a long night and -" "Go." For emphasise his point, he loaded another dart and fired it into the living quarters. Another Big Horn went berserk. He heard Owen slink away. After about an hour or two, Vincent decided that he had best spare his darts and switched to his *Rioter*. It was far from silent but the Big Horns were too big and too dumb to find where the shots were coming from. All he had to do was fire shot or two and one of the big rhinos would go down like a sack of potatoes. The more that were knocked out, the less he would have to spend his darts on. It seemed like an eternity before the assault finally died down. Though it was still dark, the Beasts had stopped coming in numbers and only a few trickled in here and there. Vincent gave up his perch, hoisted his *Asylum* over his shoulder and quietly snuck across the rooftop of the Safe House, searching for potential targets. After five laps around the rooftops, he dropped down onto the east balcony. Craig was there to greet them while the other survivors rested as far away from the railings as possible, eyes wide open. They all looked tired but fear kept them awake. "How's it looking up there?" the soldier asked. "Quiet," whispered Vincent back. "I think we've got most of them." Nodding, Craig hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "We're actually missing one person. Samuel Norris." "Who?" "Shady." "Oh." Vincent didn't like Shady from the moment he met the guy. There was just something... untrustworthy about him. Still, he could understand that the loss of one of their own so soon into the game would demoralise everyone. "I'll have a look around for him." Vincent hiked a thumb over his shoulder back at the roof. "Give me a second." "Be careful." Taking the warning in stride, Vincent climbed back up to the roof and peered through his *Rioter*'s scope, searching for any trace of the slimy Shady. He was on his third lap of the complex when he caught movement from the living area. A human head poked out from the corner, peering left and right. Shady. Vincent couldn't say that he was relieved but he knew the value of teamwork even if he despised working with a team greater than two. His indifference was washed away in a sea of suspicion, however, when he caught sight of Shady sneaking *away* from the stairs and the bodies of High Horns there. Ordinarily, Vincent would understand the caution of avoiding the pile of muscles there but the stock of frozen foods in Shady's arms cast that understanding to the wind. "What the hell are you up to, you son-of-a-bitch?" **Day 2 4:00 AM - Shady** If there was one thing that Shady had learned about human nature, it was that there were three foundations of support for any one person: food, funds and friends. Occasionally, there would be a fourth 'F' in there, 'Fuck' but considering how everyone was guys in this place, he didn't consider that a viable option. Funds were also out and since everyone was still getting to know each other, friendships were tentative at best. But food... yeah, food was pretty stable. So, if he took away some food and then came back with it at some undisclosed time, he could be everyone's *friend* and he could use food as his *funds*. He would be their pillar of strength; they would rely on him and ultimately, they would do what he wanted. It was a risky gamble but it would be worth it in the end. If anything, if he took away everyone's food, it would shatter what tentative friendships already existed and he could forge new alliances, making him the centre of it all. That said, he had to plot everything out *very* carefully. His first step was to get rid of some of the frozen food stocks. With a few steaks and chicken breasts in his arms, he peered into the living quarters, looking for any signs of danger. Much to his relief, there were none. Quietly, he snuck into the hallway, making sure each step was as quiet as possible. He had made sure to memorise whose room was whose and after recalling Terry's keen sharpshooting skills, he knew need that kind of skill on his side. So, he snuck into Terry's room. It looked exactly like everyone else's room but the one give away were the twin katanas lying askew on the ground. Good shot but a useless with those swords. Shady snuck into the room and threw the frozen stocks in his arms out the window. He stuck his hands into his armpits, trying to keep them warm as he quickly ducked back into the kitchen. A rhino stalked quietly through the gymnasium, ears swivelling around like twin radars and cock fully erect, dripping precum onto the polished, white floor. He waited for the Beast to lose interest and stalk back into the gym before he bolted for the kitchen and quickly raided the dried food stores. After grabbing a few packets of chips and other foods, he hurried back into Terry's room. There, he ripped two packets open and tossed a few pieces on Terry's bed. Then, he tossed the rest underneath the bed. Come morning, when the attack finally died out and the damage was surveyed, the survivors would find the scattered food in Terry's bunk. Worse, they would see those hidden beneath his bed. If no one else saw it, Shady would point out the stocks that had been tossed out. He wasn't quite sure how that would frame Terry as it would be completely illogical to store food meant to be frozen outside in the grass. But he was sure the sudden drop in their food supplies would spark the irrational part in most people's minds and made a scapegoat of the fatass. Satisfied with his work, Shady spun around - *Wham!* And bounced off a solid brick wall. He staggered back and fell onto the bed, eyes wide in horror at the massive, pulsating, pink cock that hovered in front of him. The rhino grinned from ear to ear, yellow eyes gleaming with glee. "Fuck yeah..." he growled. "Shit!" Shady cried, fumbling for his pistols. Two, enormous hands lashed out and swatted them out of his hands. He couldn't even get out the word 'help' before his mouth was stuffed with a thick slab of rhino meat, pulsating against his lips and dripping salty precum into his throat. When he tried to pull away, the rhino seized the back of his head and forced him further down his shaft. His mind screamed and though he thrashed, his weak strikes were nothing against the tough hide of the beast and the iron-hard muscles covering every inch of the Beast's body. Shady tried to scream, his muffled cries shaking the rhino's thick cock and only making the monster moan in deep pleasure. "Ssssh, sssh," the Beast cooed, peered down at him over the huge mountains of his ripped pecs. It was actually possible to see every cord of muscle on those mounds. His thick hand gently caressed Shady's head, running thick fingers over the spikes of his dark hair. "You remember me, doncha?" The rhino pointed at his pecs. "You got me right here. Sent me right through the walls." A devilish grin crossed his features as he leaned down and - showing surprising dexterity - kissed the top of Shady's head. A chill went down Shady's spine at the touch of those surprisingly soft lips. "Gotta tell ya. Nothing turns me on more than a guy that can fight for it." Shady tried to pull away but those thick fingers gripped his head like a vice and pulled him even closer to the rhino's massive crotch. He got a lungful of a musky, leathery scent that had so little oxygen mixed into it that he actually started to get dizzy. Combined with the thick rhino cock buried deep into his throat and he started to gag. The rhino began thrusting gently into his mouth, moaning softly as his hands kept Shady firmly in place. In desperation, Shady lifted his arm and aimed straight for the rhino's apple-sized balls. *Thwack!* The Beast grinned down at him and pinned him against the bed. Seizing both his hands, the rhino pinned them above his head with one hand while he wantonly began thrusting his cock into Shady's throat. Hot streams of precum went pouring down the man's throat, making him gag. More than once, it came back up his throat but more just flooded down. "Fuck yeah..." the Beast growled, bucking his hips. "Betcha like this, huh?" The rhino ran his free hand over his thick pecs, one finger circling the erect, black nipple. "Weak ass, scrawny fucker like you? Bet ya wanna be big and strong like me, eh?" The rhino grinned as he reached down and squeezed Shady's erect cock. It horrified the salesman that - on some subconscious level - he was enjoying this! "Yeah... You like that... Just take in all of my milk. You'll get nice and strong, just like me." Stunned by the reaction of his body to this intrusion, Shady found himself quickly becoming mesmerised by the movement of those thick muscles as they slowly drove more and more of that cock into his throat. Each abdominal muscle fit perfectly against one another, so strong and hard as metal yet warm and organic. He traced the thick veins that pulsated down the rhino's cock, temporarily vanished into his crotch and then came crawling back up his abs. Those muscles formed a perfect 'v' shape into the broad, upper torso and there was something welcoming about that rough, horned face. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head but the rhino just squeezed hard on his cock, eliciting a moan from him. Those thick fingers moved away from his crotch and slipped up his shirt. The touch of those rough fingers against his flesh made him shudder. Tree-trunk thighs cradled his head and their muscular frame pressed against his cheeks and ears surrounded him in a sea of muscle that he began to crave. The rhino's thrusts started rising in tempo and Shady found his wild kicks starting to move more towards his hips instead of legs. His struggle quickly turned into one for need instead of freedom. The taste of the cock in his mouth became less repulsive and more... *savoury*. His own cock was pressing up against the fabric of his clothing, making him whimper. The hand restraining his hands left and he found them immediately leaping towards the rhino's thick thighs, running over the grooves of muscle. Rough hide mixed with bulging muscles gave the perfect show of power; impenetrable armour combined with unstoppable strength. That was what a rhino was. His hands glided over every curve of those thighs before sliding behind the Beast onto thick, round glutes that were hard as rock. A whip-like tail slapped at his hands, urging him on. Loud, guttural noises began emerging from the rhino's throats, echoed by Shady himself. The Beast's thrusts were met by Shady's all too eager dives for the base of that thick cock. The closer he grew, the stronger that leathery, musky scent became and the more he wanted it. Shady felt the massive member pushing up against the back of his throat. To his dismay, he couldn't get any deeper without choking himself... but he wanted it *so* much! He wanted that cock. He wanted that body. He wanted that *ass*! The rhino threw his head back and let out an earth-shattering roar. Shady's whole body went rigid as cum exploded out of the rhino's hose-like member and went pouring straight down his throat into his stomach. He thrusting went back to flailing as the flood of manly fluids cut off is air. The lava-like juices began to strain his stomach and it was all he could do to just keep drinking and drinking the man milk until he could drink no more. He choked and a stream of thick semen came pouring out of his throat, barely slipping through the gabs between the cock and his lips. Thankfully, the rhino was smart enough to know when his target had his fill and he pulled out. That did not stop the stream, however. Rhinoceros cum splattered all over Shady's face and chest. The Beast was still shooting out a load as he pulled away and dropped to the floor, grinning from ear to ear. Shady, dazed and covered in semen, looked at the Beast with a mix of desire and confusion. It took a whole minute before the rhino's cock stopped spewing semen like a fire hose and dwindled down to human-sized squirts. "That was fun," the rhino grunted, jostling his balls. "Got a name there, buddy?" He swallowed hard. "Shady..." "They call me, Rammer." The Beast grinned and gave him a sly wink. "Same time tomorrow?" Shady's reply was instinctively, "No!" but that just made Rammer laugh. The Beast threw himself out of the window with surprising agility. Shady was instantly on his feet and bolting out of the room. He first hit the kitchen and tried to wash the gunk out of his tongue. When he realised he was covered in the mess, he knew he couldn't just go back up to the others and claim everything was okay. Thinking fast, he bolted for the gymnasium. Two other rhinos were there but they gave him one look, smirked and turned away. That scared him to all hell. He headed straight for the showers but realised that just would not get the gunk out fast enough. Through the windows, he could already see the sun starting to rise. The other survivors would be making their way down from the top level soon. With no time to truly give himself a shower, he made a beeline for the pool and threw himself in without so much as a second thought. The chlorine stung his eyes and he could almost feel all the chemicals washing away the horrors of what had occurred just a minute ago. Even underwater, he heard the deep, gong-like noise that he had heard when the attack first started. He came up for air and swam to the edge of the pool. Despite being weighed down by his clothes, he managed to pull himself out of the pool. A faint jiggling at his stomach made him wince as he spied the paunch that had developed over his otherwise skinny frame. "I better not be fucking pregnant," he muttered. **Day 2 7:00 AM - Jack** Jack wasn't sure how he knew but the attack had ended. Starved from lack of food and with all the excitement draining his energy, he lumbered over to the stairwell to see if the downstairs was clear of the Beasts. It wasn't but then he saw something very strange. All the High Horns jolted like they had been shocked and began to rise. Many stretched and began making almost human-gestures as if they were waking from a deep sleep. A few of them grumbled and many of them were loudly complaining that they didn't get a chance to get off. He swallowed hard when he heard one of them say that he would come after that 'twinky Asian tomorrow night'. They slapped each other's shoulders, playfully squeezed one another's asses and some even went so far as giving each other's still-erect cocks a jerk. These were not ordinary monsters. They... They were almost human. One of the High Horns caught him staring, pointed at him and then pointed at his two eyes. 'I'm watching you.' Jack shrank back as he watched the Beasts just *casually* leave the Safe House like they were just leaving a particularly crazy party. Each of the other survivors stared at how dismissively they left the grounds and disappeared back into the forest. When the last one was gone, Monroe was the first to give voice to their surprise. "What da fuck!?" No one had any answers and they just went back down to the first floor to inspect the damage to their Safe House. To say that the place had gone to hell was an understatement. The walls remained mostly intact but the doorframes had been shattered and cracks appeared across the white walls. Every window and glass door had been shattered except - strangely - for the small entrance hallway. Furniture had been overturned, potted plants shattered and from all appearances, someone had raided their food stores. McManus' face appeared on the monitors which remained unharmed. *"Good morning survivors."* Monroe, red-faced and eyes wide, stormed to the front of the group and jabbed a finger at the screen. "You asshole!? What da fuck d'ya think yer pullin' with dis fuck'd up game!?" As usual, McManus ignored the threats and got straight to the point. *"A new supply drop has been made. Good luck."* A map was shown and then he was gone though the map lingered. It was not too far. It just seemed to be a little ways deeper into the forest than the outer rim. "Asshole," Monroe growled. "So who wants ta get da stuff?" "I'll go." They were all surprised to find Shady emerging from the gymnasium, dripping wet. "What happened to you?" Craig asked, instantly suspicious. "Rhinos can't swim," came the short answer. Jack still didn't trust him and raised his hand. "I'll get the drop too." "You shouldn't have to," countered Craig. "You were technically on the first patrol shift. You weren't bad with the *Rioter* either. Get some rest." There was no denying that he felt weary from lack of sleep and food but he stuck around long enough for Weiss, Colin and Owen to agree to accompany Shady into the woods to grab the supplies. Once that was decided, he snatched some energy bars from their dried food pantry and sulked off to his bedroom. His mind was still reeling from the events of the night. But all that was quickly brushed aside when he stepped into his room. "What the -?" A hand quickly wrapped around his lips and he was pulled back into the hallway. Vincent stood in front of him, pressing a finger against his lips. Jack waited for his heart to stop racing before he nodded. The park ranger took away his hand. "What?" Jack whispered softly. "Why did you do that?" Vincent hiked a thumb at his cum-covered room. "Last night, I saw Shady steal some supplies and take them into this room. I saw a High Horn follow him in as well. I didn't see what happened but I guess you can see for yourself." They both peered into the room which - with the shattered window - was very well ventilated. Still, he could detect the stench of sex in the air and it made him sick. Some loose chips and opened package wrappers lay across the room. "Why would he want to do that?" "To your guess is as good as mine," answered Vincent, grimly. "I never trusted that guy but it looks like he got his in the end." "Why didn't you stop the High Horn from getting him?" counter Jack angrily. "Would you have?" Jack wanted to say 'yes' but looking at the room, it seemed that Shady had hoped to frame someone for stealing food. Vincent showed him where the frozen stock had been thrown out the window. It would be easy to implicate Jack for the crime. With that in mind, he had no idea if letting Shady get raped by a titanic anthropomorphic rhinoceros was justified or not. "I'll have a talk with him when he gets back." "I have a better idea," Vincent said, nodding towards the two katanas across the floor. "Someone else planted those, Jack. Shady isn't the only one sowing discord." His lips tightened. He knew those were Terry's but in the confusion, he never saw the kid pick up the swords. Still, he doubted someone like Terry would be capable of such a crime. "What do you suggest?" "Let's get this place cleaned up. Then we watch each other's backs. We don't know who set this up but at least we have one less suspect, right?" Jack peered into room one more time. "And what about Shady?" "Let's watch him closely. I'm still not sure what happens if you get raped by a Beast. McManus said you get turned into one but Shady still seems human... at least as human as a black-hearted bastard like him can get. Tell no one. I want to see what he does next." He hated the idea of going behind people's backs but it was clear that if he didn't, he would be the one with a knife in his back... or something worse. "Okay... Help me with this."

Adventure One, Chapter Three. by Myron Eterni

#6 of The Legacy Cycle - Sorry this took so long. Not only is this part of the story long, i've been busy. puh-leeeze Forgive meee!   I've decided to do this form of the story i've done before: It's labeling the stories in adventures and chapters. If i do it right, it will compliment the prequel to

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Sorry this took so long. Not only is this part of the story long, i've been busy. puh-leeeze Forgive meee! I've decided to do this form of the story i've done before: It's labeling the stories in adventures and chapters. If i do it right, it will compliment the prequel to this entire story. So... with out any further wait:- Oh wait. I'm going to name this adventure One because in the story, for us, it's our first. For Ian, however, it's a bit up there. **Adventure One: The rift within the towm** Chapter 3: A bad start. The Lobby was not as Ian last remembered. It was no longer bloody or messy; it was in almost pristine condition. The front entrances were glass doors that slid open to motion. Water flowed freely through passages throughout the floor. Glass covered the symmetrical design that centered on the ruined statue. Within the circular design of the statue were brand new benches facing it. Further pass that was the reception desks. This afternoon was in full swing. People were running two and from the base, in a hurry to conclude whatever business they had. Ian was impressed with their work. He spotted Terror standing still as if a replacement for the statue, at the center. *We can start over on a new leaf with him, right? Ian asked himself. I doubt it. Why? He might not be a bad guy. Why is no one walking near him? Indeed, no one would go in the center now, they were avoiding the black dragon.* Ian pieced together that he could possibly have a reputation for his temper. Then he felt his own surge for a second. *Think you can hold me back? What? Our anger, Ian.* He explained to himself. *As I said before: Isolated incident. We'll be okay.* He assured himself confidently as he strode toward Terror. "Heeeey Partner!" Ian greeted over enthusiastically The only reply he got was a sideways glance. So much for that approach. He taunted himself. "Who is coming with us?" Ian asked, trying to start a subject. No reply Ian made a long drawn sigh "Look. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me that day. It won't happen again. Can we start over?" Terror grunted seeing the boy wanted some sort of response. Ian huffed and sat down nearby. He decided to enjoy watching people go by. It was after all a good day. After a few moments of Ian's head looking back and forth, he noticed a white body and instantly knew who it was Oh, my god, no. Ian noticed two things. The first was the gator spotted Ian and was headed right toward him. The second was that Gore seemed to have a travel pack. Ian started to put the picture together. He's coming with us! *Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it!* Too late. Gore stopped in front of Terror for good long moment. The two held a steely gaze at one another, trying to out glare the other. Gore lost interest after a while and casually strode to Ian "Heyo Newbie." Gore cheerfully greeted sitting next to the human. "I'm gonna accompany you and lead this mission." Gore explained I knew it! Something is off. Do you feel it? Ian asked himself. Duh, of course. Shut up. "It's going to be me, you, Him," Gore gave a slight glare to Terror "And a great guy I know called Senisis. Call him Seni." Ian couldn't read Gore. The gator's vibe was casual, as opposed to an hour ago. What happened? He asked himself. "The four of us are basically on an assist mission. We're going through a slightly dangerous mountain opening called Bronze pass. To a town named... I know this!" Gore got in his bag and retrieved a paper and read it thoroughly. Then he examined a map, crumbled the papers, and chucked them. "Won't we need that?" Ian asked. "Nah!" Gore waved a hand casually. "We're going to a town called Nonin. They have a zombie problem there. They're not dangerous from what I hear, but its cause enough for alarm." Gore seemed to be focused on the mission. "Nonin is a desert town on the other side of the pass. Remember, though we're going for the mission, this is about you. Seni and I will be watching how you act, react, and perform." Gore explained. "What about him?" Ian asked about the dragon. Gore just grunted and adjusted himself to lay down on the bench, with his head resting on Ian's lap. "Uh... Gore..." "Don't worry. You're safe for now." The alligator assured, closing his eyes. "Seni is never one to be on time. I'm just relaxin'." "Why does no one like Terror?" Ian blurted. Gore was quiet for a long moment before he replied. "We like him just fine." Gore explained "It's a problem before your time. If you two stay partners, it'll pop-up sooner or later" Ian fell into silence, seeing that was all he was going to get. His mind drifted to a training session to when he and Calino were almost even Ian was learning his second style while Calino was proficient in his first. He remembered yelling in frustration when his teacher promptly smacked the sheath of a sword across the back of his head "You must be patient!" Teacher Crow scolded smacking the boy again, who stumbled forward and cried out. "Everything has its moments. They key is to wait patiently and if the elements willing, you will receive." That caused his mind to drift to the more negative parts of his past. He dragged himself to the present and watched the people cross once more. True to Gore's word: a small mouse in unkempt dress clothes with his own bag made his way to them. "Sorry, Sorry. I overslept."The mouse apologized. "Getting' up at the crack of noon I see." Gore teased without turning or opening his eyes. "I'm not happy about that." The mouse flattened his ears and got to his knees. He then started rubbing Gore's belly and muttered a few words. Gore Shuddered on Ian's lap, enjoying the treatment. "You know how to apologize" Gore said. Ian began to notice a rise in gore's pants. After a few seconds Gore stopped the mouse. "Not now, I have to lead this mission." He sat up and patted Seni on the head. "Sure, sure." The mouse looked to Ian as Gore got up. "I guess you're- No, wait. You're the only human here." Seni cleared his throat. "Hello Ian, I am Senisis but, everyone calls me Seni. " He extended a hand to the human, which Ian firmly received. "That reminds me." Gore started. "We have swords if you want to-" "I've sharpened my blade, it will not fail." Ian eyes suddenly got fierce. Gore impassively shrugged. "To each his own." Gore started to lead the way to the exit. "C'mon hollow dragon." Gore teased Terror. Gore picked up Senisis and carried the mouse on his shoulders. The mouse cheered loudly, like a kid again. Ian picked up his bag and followed after. Terror grinned for a moment. Almost lost in the careless moment. Then Ian crossed in his vision, and his frown returned. The Fields of Beta were grassy fields covered with rows of wild flowers. Some other members were having a picnic and waved to the departing group as they passed by. Ian noticed an older wolf under a tree with a sketch pad. The wolf looked up and waved as well. As they traveled further there were less people and Ian's eyes began to explore. These types of trees and flowers were new to him. The environment was carefree and Ian ran though plains. "I walked all of this?!" Ian asked, catching up to the group. "Not around here, Through the north side" Gore explained "We're going to break off the road soon, guys." "Off the beaten path! The way of an explorer!" Seni cheered and threw his arms up. "Hey! Hey! Cut it out up there or I'll make you walk too." Gore warned. As they traveled and turned off the road, the mountain rose in the distance. There was a small forest up ahead as they marched on. The sun has begun to set. "Camp is in the woods" Gore explained, and he begun an abstract whistle. It took them a half-day to reach the forest, considering they left at lunch, it was dark now. Camp was little more than a clearing in the forest. Ash and bones were remains of a previous group. They cleaned up and began to set up for the night. "Right." Gore grabbed everyone's attention "I don't think there is no real danger but from the recent trolls and in the spirit of the trial and training, we should sleep in shifts. "I'll watch." Ian offered himself. He was preparing the fire "Alright E, How long can you last?" Gore asked with an evil grin. "All night." Ian replied casually, not knowing what gore was hinting at. Gore's smile left. He was unsure if Ian was being serious or is he replied to the joke. "You're staying up all night?" the gator asked. "Uh-huh." Ian turned to retrieve the tinder "That's today, all night, and tomorrow, you know." Senisis explained. " Are you sure?" Ian looked from Seni to Gore for a moment and looked down. "I'm not like normal people. " Ian explained, his voice shrinking a bit "I don't sleep much." Seni was beside him in a instant, rubbing his back. "its fine here!" Seneisis told the human "We're a big mixed bag at Beta, you're as normal as the rest of us." Seni lightly punched Ian's arm and went back setting up his tent. Ian felt a bit better "I'll be fine keeping watch." "I will watch..." Terror declared. The black dragon was waiting against the tree. It was clear that he gave himself the duty to spite Ian. "You're going to rest." Ian stated, without looking up. "I'm not placing my life in the hands of a weak human." "Why are you fighting me on this?" Ian asked, Irritated "Leave, Boy." Terror spoke, acid dripping from the word. Ian dropped the tinder, lighting the flame. He got up and walked to Terror. The dragon was more than a head taller than him and the human strained his neck looking him in the eye. "What's your deal?!" Ian growled. "You are." Terror admitted "After that, nothing." His dark voice to a normal person would have been stuck with fear. Ian was adamant to see things through, and establish a partnership with Terror. Liking it or not, they were partners. "I'm not moving until you sleep." Ian declared, readjusting his stance for comfort. Terror leaned into Ian's face. Ian caught of Terror's scent and for a small moment he was intoxicated. He remained focused though. "Do you know how many of your kind I slaughtered? Most of them so much better than you?" the Midnight dragon asked There was a tug at the back of his mind, but Ian ignored the second distraction. *'Back down, Ian. It's not worth it. Screw you, screw him.* *What do you want out of this?! A happy go lucky partnership? It's not going to happen. Maybe you forgot what Commander Leo taught us but I haven't. 'As a whole, we need to work together; else we're the weakest link in a chain that will break.' Besides, I think Faust put us together for a reason. I don't want to betray that trust.* "I don't care. That's your past. Where you are from isn't important, it's where you're going: What you decide to do with yourself. I won't let you just sit there and let a partnership go to waste." Terror grinned. The gleaming white sharp teeth against his black form made his eyes look wild. Terror and Ian were now locked by forehead. "Humans taste good, Ian" the first time Terror spoke his name "You should try it. We're a little short on humans though. That's my fault. Most humans are a little salty but you look like you'll taste sweet." Terror licked his long tongue along the side of Ian's face. Ian now shrunk back a little. He was unsure if Terror was kidding or serious. "That's enough." Gore almost yelled. "We won't have you two knocking each other out. Stop acting like your brother, Terror." Terror shrugged and leaned up against the tree. "Do you know how many humans it takes to knock you out?" Ian asked. "Just one." Gore chimed and Senisis laughed. "Yeah!" Ian punched the air, not know who they were talking about. Terror shot gore a glare. Gore merely grinned back. "It won't be you." Terror growled, already angered by Gore. "Let's just drop it, guys" Seneisis pleaded."You both don't sleep, you both keep watch. I'm hungry!" Seni added the last part as if it was part of the argument. Ian huffed and realized he was not going to make progress with the dragon today. Gore didn't want a fight breaking out between the two. He knew what Terror could do and Ian was an unknown factor. He heard part of the boy's story. Gore admired his courage: He was able to stand up to the dragon just for the sake of the mission and partnership. His interest toward the human grew. He wondered what Ian might try in bed and he didn't realize he was grinning now. Senisis looked up at the gator "What's up?" Gore snapped out of a fantasy and looked at the mouse "Oh.. Er Noth-" "I know that look; it's when you're thinking about something sexual." Gore grinned, seeing no reason to hide it. The night was uneventful. They ate, and then Seni and Gore went to sleep. Terror remained as a statue, like earlier. And Ian, feeling the night giving him energy, walked deeper in the wood to train. When Ian returned the sun was starting to rise and the pair was up. They were packing up and making breakfast: Some kinds of stew in a pot. "Go-" Ian started Gore's head turned to Ian, His face fierce. He saw it was Ian and relaxed "Good morning." Ian repeated. "Thought you were something else" Gore mumbled, and then went back to packing. Ian shrugged and started to help pack. Bronze pass was a mountain, split down the middle. The middle was a path. Bronze used to be traded though it between the Desert town of Nonin and flourishing city of Crazidis. "Yeah, it's a direct route to town." Gore explained as they were crossing a small bridge over a free flowing river. "But over the years bandits have taken refuge in the mountain, pilfering bronze and any other trading materials that may go through. Eventually the trading went around but, because it was such a long journey, it eventually stopped. The town was on the verge of becoming quite the city. Without the flow of money or easy transportation it was eventually forgotten. Then a mine was discovered closer to crazidis and whatever whisper the town had, it was forgotten." "How do you know all this?" Ian asked "I read it. You watched me." He replied in a 'dumb question' tone. "Wait, you memorized its history in a glance?" "That and the map." Gore admitted "Whoa, that's some memory." Ian was impressed "I know: Brains, brawn, and-"Gore leaned in close to Ian, almost dropping Senisis "Fun." For a brief moment Ian felt the energy Gore usually gave off. Gore was back to normal again, leading the group with Seni on his shoulders "Most people don't go this way anymore, even if it's a direct route." "But we're not most people." Senisis added "I doubt people are crazy enough to attack a Midnight Dragon anyway" Gore said. "So they do have a reputation" Ian concluded, remembering the previous night. "Yeah, it's bad. Horrible, scary, dangerous, pai-" "Shut up." Terror growled. Senisis shrugged it off. Ian gasped as they entered the Bronze pass. It indeed was like two halves of a whole. Ian almost broke his neck looking all the way up to the top that came up to a arch but didn't meet. Ian was impressed with the mountain. The ground below them was covered with dirt, rocks and the occasional boulder. The pass was pretty narrow, and they were forced into single file. Gore put the mouse down in case they were attacked. Ian was forced to focus on the road ahead. The four of them walked in grim silence, as if they were expecting an attack. "What was your life like, Ian?" Seni asked casually. "Before us. Back at home." Ian's eyes glazed over for a moment, he was lost In thought. "Uh... I don't want to get into it." Ian explained "I'm not going home anyway." "That's fine."Seni said. "I was a stage hand for a circus for a few years, I was a runaway. When they discovered my talents, they put me in the show. I met Gore, and some people who were in the town we were performing in." "Yeah, the kid was nosy. He followed us after we had a problem with the ringleader. Turned out the ringleader was a slave trader and didn't want us around. Seni here saved Sabel's life." Gore recounted the tale. "What kind of act did you do?" Ian asked. "Acrobatics, element changes. I discovered a couple of skills doing that." "That's cool." Ian was interested. "What about you, Gore?" Gore grinned but no one could see it. "I came from a small family of ab-" "Shut up." Terror said "I guess the murderous dragon wants a turn to talk about his race." "I said Quiet!" The dragon roared. Hearts stop beating for a few seconds at how commanding the tone was. "Can't take the fact that your face wiped out th-" There was a muffled moving sound, which set Seni into silence. The sounds reflecting off the walls made it hard to pinpoint. Gore figured Terror's outburst almost started a rock slide. "What the hell?!" Gore growled walking past Seni, and Ian. Gore stopped short as a trail of rocks trickled between them. Then there were several loud crashes. They all looked up and saw boulders on both sides being forced down. "We need to go!" Gore yelled, running and picking up Seni. Ian followed after. "Rock slide!" "They planned this!" Seni wailed. Ian stopped for a second as a rock crashed in front of him. He turned around and saw Terror taking a stance, as if ready to fight the boulders. Ian rolled out of the way of a boulder. Two boulders were on both sides of the dragon, and one in the center, trapping the dragon. "Terror! " Ian yelled as his side was pelted with a rock. He started to back track to the dragon. With a loud grunt and a buckle of his knees, The dragon caught the boulder and tossed it aside. "Look out!" Ian yelled seeing another huge rock tipping over a far up ledge. Now trapped with boulders on each side, Terror was forced to take on the next one coming down. He drew his great sword and with a mighty roar, He cut the rock in half, to match bronze pass. Ian was almost to Terror when he was forced backwards by a series of rocks. He turned to run and fell over a newly fallen rock. He cried out as a rock hit the back of his head. He tried to get up but his head and back were attacked with rocks. "Help..." Ian croaked out to terror as a rock hit the back of his head and knocked him out. Gore and Senisis were completely blocked off from inside the pass. The rocks piled up and prevented entry. Gore was attacking feverishly at the wall, knocking down a few rocks at a time. Gore felt responsible and wanted to make sure his team was safe. Senisis was helping as well; he applied his hands to the rocks, allowing the earth to absorb them. Terror was already surrounded with rocks on each side and he couldn't break out. It was like they melded together. To top it off, one more came to rest on top, preventing escape. Vargo emerged from the mountain wall. He took casual steps down the face of bronze pass, the earth forming just before each step. He spotted he waited for the chaos to settle and he casually navigated the mess. He knew the situation entirely. Vargo knelt down and cleared some rocks out of the way, revealing a human arm. He picked the boy up by the arm and exaimed him. The human's hair, not draped across his face was still, but alive. "We have one!" Vargo yelled and heard several cheers from both sides of Bronze Pass. With a knocked out human on one shoulder, and his bag on the other, he walked casually back up the stairs, which were no more as his feet left each one. He walked into the cave opening, and looking back at the damage his did, the mountain entrance closed, cutting off Ian from his friends. Gore, with Seni's help, finally tore through the wall. He ripped some of the rocks away to climb over easier. He didn't stop to help Seni who got over just fine. He saw the pile of rocks then stopped as he caught a familiar scent. The gator knelt down and found a small pool of blood and knew what happened. "They have Ian." Gore said after a long silence. Gore had a huge bruise on his face and his back, earned from almost being trapped within the slide Seni saw the huge pile of boulders and felt them "Earth with me." He spoke. Focusing for a second, he learned the what the rocks contained "Terror is okay, but he's trapped. I'll get him out."he told Gore after touching the rocks for a moment. He then frowned. "Strange. they've merged together" With a roar of triumph, Terror shattered the rock, knocking Seni back. He looked back and forth, looking for a foe to satisfy his lust for blood. seeing only Gore and Seni, he frowned but inwardly smiled that the boy was gone. "Now that that's settled."Seni turned to Gore. "Wha-happened earlier when you smelled Ian?" The mouse asked. "We'll need to rescure Ian." Gore said, ignoring the question. "I think they took him up the pass." "Good riddence." Terror said walking past them Gore felt a growth of anger. "He was only captured trying to help you!" Gore yelled. "Then the human was stupid." Terror growled. "My kind does not need help." "You didn't say that crying before Azden." Gore struck a nerve. With a roar, Terror turned, blade drawn. Gore anticipated this and pushed Seni out of the way. Holding his axes in a cross, he intercepted the Dragon's blades. Gore was quick to react, He used Terror's saw-like edges against him and hooked the blade and Kicked Terror square in the chest. Seni Was already behind terror. He made the earth absorb Terror's feet, forcing him to fall from Gore's kick. the earth began to swallow the dragon. Terror thrashed in an attempt to get out of the earth but it was no use. "Do whatever you want." Gore said, nostrals flaring with anger. " But i won't let you trash-talk the greatest man i ever met!" Gore stalked off to climb up the pass with Senisis following behind. Gore calmed a bit while climbing before he spoke. "It was weird." "What was?" Seni asked, confused "A scent, it was familiar. " "Oh, what's it's from?" "A monster." "Ian isn't a monster, and that's such a horrible term." "I mean a real monster." Gore explained.

Senior Year - Chap. 1: A New Beginning by Waterflame

God Dammit... Those were his first thoughts every morning. He didn't open his eyes, nor move a muscle, only lay there with his eyes closed listening to the buzzer of his alarm continuing to disturb the peaceful air around him. Normally, he wouldn't have minded it too terribly, had he not realized

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God Dammit... Those were his first thoughts every morning. He didn't open his eyes, nor move a muscle, only lay there with his eyes closed listening to the buzzer of his alarm continuing to disturb the peaceful air around him. Normally, he wouldn't have minded it too terribly, had he not realized that this was the first day of his senior year of high school and that it was still dark outside. The fact remained that school meant waking up before the sun rose, and this never struck him as pleasant. Nighttime is meant for sleeping, because it is easier to sleep in the dark. So why in the world would anything require someone to wake up while it was still nighttime. An optimist, he wasn't. He slowly reached over and clicked off his alarm with an extended moan. He sat up and began rubbing the sleep out his eyes. Blinking several times, he slowly rose and walked over to the window. Over the horizon, the first bits of light began creeping over the distant hills. He had always liked the sight of daybreak, just really didn't like the early waking up that was necessary to see it. The street was completely void of activity and an air of tranquility covered the scene. This was another reason he had always liked daybreak: the peacefulness. He left his window and walked over to his closet and shed his boxers, the only clothing he wore during the night. Turning over to look in his floor mirror, he looked up and down his form, studying himself. He was a fox with the typical amber fur a vulpine had with the patch of creamy-white running along the torso and down in between the legs. The only thing that set him apart from most other foxes was his eyes. His icy blue eyes shone even in the little light there was and this was something he had always admired about himself. Most other foxes had green or brown eyes, but not him. It was the only real physical feature that set him apart from other foxes. Walking out of his bedroom, he went into the hallway and into the bathroom. The rush of water broke the silence after he turned the knobs of the shower. As the temperature in the water slowly rose, the fox was over gazing into the mirror at himself. Thinking to himself he said, "It's finally senior year...heh". \*\*\* The tires of his old, but still nice sports car came to a stop as he pulled into a parking spot out front of his school, Fairhill High School. Stepping out of his car, he waved at a few people he recognized from the year before. They weren't exactly friends of his, more of acquaintances. But it never hurt to be friendly. He walked into the school via the main lobby and watched old friends see each other for the first time in months along with awkward underclassmen looking lost. Continuing to walk, he entered the cafeteria and approached his circle of friends' morning breakfast table. Most everyone was already there and they all turned to greet him. "Hey Jake! Finally good to see you man. How've you been?" Jake smiled at his friend Max, a wolf with dark grey fur. He had always found his comfort in wearing dark colors that matched his fur, but that was completely misrepresentative of his personality. Max had always been a positive, fun-loving, and carefree person and tended to be optimistic. Jake knew he could always talk to him if he needed cheering up because he always found the positive spin on things. He stood up to greet Jake with the typical hand slap. "Not bad at all. How's Kristina doing?" He saw Max's smiling face turn to a slight frown and his ears began to droop slightly. "Umm...yeah she's a slut. We don't talk anymore." Jake smiled a bit. "Well who didn't see that one coming? We all warned you, man. That girl is good for nothing except spreading diseases." Max began making his way back to his seat. "Yeah, well, I guess I thought I could change her. I don't know." A vixen sitting across from Max's seat with similar colorings as Jake began to burst into laughter. "You know that's bullshit. You just thought she was hot and wanted to bang her." She continued to laugh as Max's grimace returned. "Oh, come on Tori! If you had a cock, you'd want to bone her too!" Tori continued to laugh as Max sat down and stewed around his now soggy cereal. Tori had always been the one to poke fun at others misfortunes, but she knew where to cut off. She had tended to be a little more wild than the rest of the group and was usually always laughing at something or another. Some described her as 'just a little bit punk rock,' but it only fed into her outgoing nature. She typically wore a worn-out t-shirt with worn-out jeans to match. Max and she had always tended to get along well by poking fun at one another, which was no different than today. Jake chuckled softly at his friends' typical antics. He moved around to the other side of the table and sat down next to Tori and across from Adam, a rabbit with milky white fur. Adam was the most laid back person in the circle. He had a level head on his shoulders and never shunned responsibility, but it didn't mean he didn't like to have fun. The rabbit was the only one who was even able to hold a job before either being fired or becoming so fed up to the point of quitting. No one had ever seen him angry before and it was rare to see him even frustrated. He was just chill, and that was all there was to it. His choice of clothing was purely casual. He always wore things he felt were comfortable. Visually, his style was a bit preppy; usually wearing faded jeans and t-shirts, but not too over the top. "So how was your summer? You spent so much time in that damn grocery store that we barely saw you," Jake said to the rabbit. "Yeah I know. I worked like all the time before I finally quit." A smile came to his face as he said those last words. "Hey it's about time you got out of that shit hole grocery store. I can't believe you put up with all their crap for so long." Adam shrugged. "Yeah, well, I needed the money. But now that my car's paid off and I worked enough to stockpile some cash to go out for the rest of this year, I just didn't see the need to stay anymore." Jake's eyes slowly widened. "For the rest of the year? Jesus, how much did you work?" Adam took a sip of his orange juice. "No more than usual summer hours, I guess. But I was making a lot more because our stocking manager had to get surgery. So I was the department manager all summer which rakes in a lot more cash." Jake smiled. "Well you lucked out big time didn't you?" Adam nodded as he sipped more orange juice. Jake turned around to Max and Tori who were talking about this, that, and the other thing. "Have any of you seen Becca yet?" Max and Tori looked at each other before shaking their heads. "No we haven't," said Max. Adam pulled out his cell phone and began flipping through the contacts. "Hang on. I'll call her." He put the phone up to his ear and after a while his eyes got a bit wider and he began to smirk. "Are you serious? Today's the first day of school." On the other end of the line everyone at the table could hear, "Are you joking?! Shit! Shit! Shit!" before she hung up. Everyone burst out in laughter, all knowing that this was par for the course with Becca. Just then, the bell rang to signal that homeroom started in 5 minutes. The laughter finally beginning to die, they rose from the table and make their way out of the cafeteria to their respective homerooms. \*\*\* Jake was sitting in his homeroom and looking over his schedule that he had just received when in rushed a panting collie. She had white fur towards her upper body with mixed brown and black fur along her head and lower body, which was matted in various places. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed before she came here. It was definitely Becca. She had never really been a fan of punctuality as only further demonstrated here. She would show up late to school almost daily had it not been for her friends' prompting. Her friends knew she would always be late to wherever they were at Friday night. Not only because of her consistent tardiness, but because she had detention almost every Friday due to the same tardiness. They developed a habit of telling her that they were meeting at 6:00 when they were really meeting at 6:30 because she would end up showing up at 6:30 anyway. Her style was a bit like a nature girl. She always took pleasure in the simple things in life and was the one in the group who would stop to smell the roses. She typically wore a tank top with faded jeans. She always took pride in her hygiene and appearance. The only problem is that sometimes her excessive lateness inhibits that, such as it did this morning. After explaining to their new homeroom teacher why she was late, something the older wolfess was bound to become accustomed to, she took her seat next to Jake. "Only 15 minutes today. Not bad," said Jake. Becca rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up." She looked over her schedule that was just handed to her by the teacher. "What's your schedule look like this year? Did you get the classes you wanted?" asked the fox. "Yeah pretty much. Honors Physics and Calculus, AP English and Psychology and the rest are normal. What about you?" "Pretty much the same. The upped me into AP Calc though." Becca looked up from her paper with a sideways glance. "And that surprised you? After your grade in Pre-Calc last year?" Jake blushed a little and smiled. "Yeah I guess you're right. I don't know though. You know that class is full of uber-nerds. I might just lose it having to spend time with them every day." Becca laughed, "Yeah well that's the price of being a math geek." The two of them had always been in higher classes along with Adam. They shared several classes over the years and became better friends because of it. Max and Tori were in more average classes. They weren't exceptionally smart but they were by no means stupid either. The five of them all met when they found themselves in the same gym class freshman year. The rest was history. "So how's the crew?" asked Becca. That was what they called themselves. "I've barely seen Adam since last school year." "Yeah but he just quit. So now he's gonna be able to go out with us some more." Becca smiled, "Hey well that's good. How's Max doing with whatserface?" "Oh, you mean skankity slut-slut? Yeah they're done." Becca laughed, "Who didn't see that one coming?" "Yeah, that's what I said," Jake said through laughing. Just then the bell rang and they walked off to their first class of the year. \*\*\* The bell to signal the end of the day rang and the rush started. Everyone who had a car that day was sprinting towards the parking lot. The after-school traffic at Fairhill High was legendary. Most stored some form of water in their car for fear of dying of thirst. It was even rumored that one year a kid had a psychotic breakdown in his car because he couldn't take waiting so long. It was all thanks to a one-lane driveway with a ruthless traffic light at the end. It was truly one of the most dreaded things about the high school. 35 minutes after the chaos started, Jake finally made the turn out of the driveway. He waved goodbye to Tori who happened to be behind him on the way out of the driveway. He watched as her highly modified tuner car turned the opposite direction. And then he heard the tires screech as the back fishtailed out from her excessive speed. He shook his head. That girl is completely crazy, he thought. He drove down the highway towards his house. The trees and stores whizzed by as Jake drove through the main area of Fairhill. The town was bustling with activity and he had always loved to people watch. So his drive home was always enjoyable. He turned off of the main road on to a side street that led closer to his neighborhood. He wove along the turns in between the trees that made up the more rural parts of Fairhill. It was by no means a farming town. Just the neighborhoods were more spaced apart than was normal. Jake was making his way closer to his house, no different than any other day. Just then, his car started slowing down. He pushed on the gas pedal, but nothing happened. The car just kept slowing down no matter how hard he mashed the pedal. He gave a confused look to the dash as the speedometer kept getting closer to 0. Giving up hope that the problem would rectify itself, he pushed on the brake and pulled over off of the road. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call one of his parents. However, he looked at the screen to realize it was blank. The battery was dead. He bent his head back with his eyes closed and let out a sigh. He weighed his options. The first was to get out and walk. He was about 3 miles away from his house and it was a nice day. But he was out on the side streets and not many people drive out as far as he did. He would probably end up walking the whole way. The second was to sit and wait for someone to stop and give him a ride. Even though not many cars go by on this road, his mom and dad both did. They were off of work in about an hour and a half and would surely recognize his car. Plus everything still worked in his car except for the engine, so he could at least listen to the radio. He decided to just sit and wait. \*\*\* The clock showed that he had been sitting there for almost an hour. He was getting increasingly bored as the minutes went by, even with the radio on. Only 3 cars had gone by in that hour and none of them had stopped to help. He went back to the radio tuner to try and find something that would pass the time faster. He looked up just in time to see a fourth car coming around the corner in his rear view mirror. His heart sank after he realized it wasn't either of his parents. As the car grew closer, he recognized the silver metallic shimmer of the Fairhill High parking pass hanging from the rear-view mirror. His hopes rose, but then sank again after seeing the face of the driver and failing to recognize it. The car went past and when he expected it to keep going, the brake lights came on and the car pulled off of the road. He opened the door and stepped outside to greet the driver. He started walking towards the car that stopped for him when he saw the door open. The world suddenly went into slow motion as he watched single leg step outside the door. Followed by it was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. A cat with soft white fur with a pinkish tinge stepped out of the car. She had white fur around her muzzle and a black nose with whiskers to match. But the thing that stood out to him about her face was the radiant emerald-colored eyes that stared directly at him. They were so bright that they almost seemed to be windows directly into her soul. He looked slowly down her hourglass figure. Her button down oxford showed off a small portion of her cleavage. He watched as her jean-covered hips swayed back and forth as she walked and he became slowly entranced by them. "Helloooooo." Jake snapped out of his trance and blinked several times. "Oh! umm...uhh...sorry." The cat put down the hand that she was waving at him to try and get him to snap out of it. She gave him an 'are you kidding?' look and chuckled softly to herself. "So what exactly are you doing out here?" she said as she folded her arms across her chest. "Uh...well my car just...kind of...stopped." "Yeah I can see that." An awkward silence fell. Jake shuffled and put his hands in his pockets. The cat noticed his nervousness and smiled. "So you live around here?" Jake looked up at her from his feet. "Umm...yeah I do. Amberwood." She smiled. "Oh cool, I live in Shelby Farms. You know where that is right?" she asked smartly. "Yeah yeah I know where it is. It's like half a mile down the road from me." "Mmhmm." She nodded. Another awkward silence fell before the feline outstretched her hand. "I'm Monica." Jake looked at her hand for a short while before taking a hand out of his pocket to meet hers. "I-I'm Jake." He softly smiled and she smugly smiled in return. "Get in." She turned around and walked back to her car. Jake stared at her backside and began to fall into a trance again. When he realized what he was doing, he shook his head to snap himself out of it and then followed her to the car. After they had pulled away from the side of the road, Monica said, "So I saw your parking pass. You go to Fairhill too?" "Yeah," Jake said in return, his nerves finally calming. He had a bad tendency to get extremely nervous whenever he started talking to a girl he found attractive. Silence befell on both of them once again. Monica slowly looked to her side at him and took a decent look. She chuckled softly. "You're cute." He turned his head sharply in shock at the blunt statement. She smugly smiled at him before turning her eyes back to the road. Jake looked back towards the road too but his eyes were almost as wide as dinner plates. Did she really just say that? he thought to himself. The shock still hadn't washed over him. He found this girl extremely attractive. And she actually shared the same feeling towards him? Thoughts kept rushing through his head about the situation. It was so shocking to him that he didn't notice the silence. Nor did he notice the fact that he hadn't responded. She interpreted his silence beautifully. He was ungodly nervous and she knew it. Where some girls may find timidity a turn-off, Monica thrived on it. She loved being the one in control and playing with her boys in the palm of her hand. While some boys may find that a turn-off, a tad satanic even, she found that the timid guys were usually the ones to find it attractive. The fact that the girl is in control means they don't have to be. They kept going down the road for some time in a slightly awkward silence while Jake continued to collect himself. He had never seen a girl be this forthcoming, especially towards him. It was a shock to his entire system. He was so in shock that he didn't notice when Monica turned off the secondary road onto an even more secluded side street. The incline increased as the road winded up a hill which was well known in the surrounding neighborhoods. It wasn't until they were halfway up the hill that Jake had noticed that they weren't on the main road anymore. Once he recognized the environment, he turned to Monica in confusion. "Why are you going up this way? Neither one of us lives up here." "I know," she said in return. Then she looked at Jake out of the corner of her eye with another one of her smug glances. That's when it hit Jake as to what she was up to. They were on the way up to Beech's Lookout, named after the high school kid who discovered the spot some many years earlier. It was the highest point in Fairhill and the view was spectacular. But that wasn't the reason Monica wanted to go there. The spot was also notorious as a place for kids at the high school to release some of their raging hormones. But usually, none of this happened until after dark. After all, they were still in high school and rumors circulated faster than a flea's blood. At night, you could only see the cars, but not the people in them. He was amazed at Monica's boldness to go to the lookout in broad daylight. But he was even more amazed that she was on her way up there with a guy she met no more than fifteen minutes ago. The nerves began to return. She reached the top of the hill and pulled up to the wooden guardrail that blocked the dirt path from the tumbling hillside below. "It's beautiful isn't it," said Monica, watching the sun beginning to make its decent on the distant horizon. "Y-yeah it is," Jake managed to force out. He didn't want another awkward silence. But his nerves were getting the best of him. Monica slowly turned and looked at him. "Do you know why I brought you up here?" Jake's mind rushed. As much as he would love to hook up with her, rushing into something like that with someone he just met raised some alarms in his head. Unable to think of a proper response he said, "Uhh...to l-look at the view?' Monica looked at him with half-lidded eyes, almost amazed that he actually said that. "No, you weirdo." She unbuckled her seatbelt and slowly rose out of her seat. She inched over to Jake, her face getting closer to his. "I took you up here to...get to know you a little better." Jake looked into her eyes, which carried an expression of heavy seduction. He was frozen solid, his nerves rendering him unable to say or do anything. His eyes grew gradually wider as she inched closer. Eventually, the gap closed, and her lips connected with his. Monica reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into the kiss. Jake couldn't believe what was happening. He had just met this absolutely gorgeous girl about 20 minutes ago, and now he was making out with her in her car. He was completely dumbfounded. As she pulled away, she looked at him and smiled. "You're still nervous aren't ya?" Jake didn't have much of a response, but Monica already knew the answer to that question. She started chuckling. "Well maybe this will loosen you up a little bit." And with that, she lowered her head towards Jake's crotch. She reached out a hand and slowly dragged it along his jeans in between his legs. She could feel that he was already half way erect. She continued rubbing and felt as his cock continued to grow. She looked up at him, still rubbing. "You like that?' she asked him in an extremely seductive tone. All Jake was able to muster was a slow nod. She chuckled again. "Well then you'll definitely like this." She stopped rubbing and moved both of her hands up to the button of his jeans. She slowly undid it and pulled the zipper down. She felt around inside the fly of his boxers and found his firm cock. Pulling it out of his pants, she leaned down even further and let her hot breath escape onto his sensitive skin while she continued to stroke. The heat from her breath make Jake squirm with pleasure. He grew even more aroused as the sensitive flesh of his cock was being tended to by one of the best looking girls he has ever seen. A voice in the back of his head was screaming that this should not be happening, but his raw emotion drowned it out. Monica reached her other hand into Jake's boxers and pulled out his fuzzy balls, rubbing them in her hand with her thumb. Jake let out a gelid moan as the new sensation only heightened his pleasure. She rolled his balls around in her hand while she continued to pump his shaft. Monica suddenly stopped stroking his cock and his balls. When he looked at her wondering why, she gripped his cock in one hand, opened her mouth and ran her warm feline tongue along the entire length of his shaft. The slow and prolonged lick made Jake moan even louder than before. His erection grew even firmer with the new sensation, and Monica could tell that he loved it. After several licks up and down his shaft, Monica opened her mouth and positioned the head of his cock towards her open mouth. Jake gasped as her lips slowly encircled his shaft and he watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her mouth, inch by inch. Jake's entire body began to surge with pleasure at this new sensation. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he almost wondered how he lived without it. The alarm bells kept going off in his head that he should not be doing this with someone he just met, but the heat in his loins adequately overruled those notions. Monica's head bobbed up and down the length of his cock. She was fairly experienced at this and new what guys liked. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and snaked it around the head of his cock when she reached the tip. Every time she gave attention to his cock head, Jake breathed a little heavier and gave a small spurt of pre-cum onto her awaiting tongue. She had grown to appreciate the taste of male fluids. Jake was drawing nearer to his climax. Monica reached out a hand and began to massage his balls again, adding to his pleasure. He was loving every second of it. Jake's fingers clawed into the sides of his seat and his toes clenched tighter and tighter inside of his shoes. His cock was completely engulfed by the velvet trap of Monica's maw and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Monica began to purr around his shaft and the vibrations drove Jake's mind even madder. The gentle ministrations of the feline's tongue combined with the new vibrations but Jake in a world of sexual bliss. He began to gently hump into Monica's mouth while she continued her suction. His hips gyrated within the car seat as she bobbed her head even further up and down to match. The feline reached up the hand that was not on is balls and began to massage the bottom portion of his shaft not in her mouth. The sensations were enveloping Jake's entire groin and the heat around growing more and more. Panting heavily, Jake could feel his orgasm drawing close and his body ached for release. The overwhelming pleasure continued to grow and grow until it became too much to handle. His balls drew close to his body and his seed began shooting out into Monica's awaiting and eager mouth. She stroked and massaged his balls as his release continued. The thick vulpine semen flowed down Monica's throat as she continued to milk Jake's cock for everything it was worth. Jake had never climaxed so hard in his life. He felt like it would never stop as his seed just kept flowing out of his cock. The hand giving attention to his balls brought his orgasm to a new height. The flow finally began to taper off as his orgasm faded. The afterglow set in and Jake's mind was in a complete daze. Once Monica recognized that his climax had come to an end, she slipped Jake's limp cock out of her mouth and back into his boxers. She sat up in her seat and looked at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was still panting, but there was a smile on his face as he did it. She smiled to herself and realized trying to talk to him would be a moot point. She could tell he was a newcomer to this sort of thing, and his mind would be so dulled that conversation would be almost impossible. She buckled her seatbelt and put the car into drive. Taking one last look back at the setting sun, she realized that her parents would be home soon and backed away from the guardrail. \*\*\* Monica's car came to a stop in front of Jake's house. Finally having come out of his daze, he managed to put his pants back together and collect his thoughts. He looked over the feline driver with a subtle smile. "Well, thanks for the ride. And the uhh..." Monica chuckled, "Don't mention it. Well, I hope to see you again some time. You're pretty cool." Jake smiled a little wider. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you. And maybe we can even be...well...more than friends." Monica smiled in return. "I think I'd like that." Jake's smile grew again. He caught himself staring awkwardly again and said, "Well I need to get going. If my parents see me sitting here with you they may get a little weirded out." "Alright. I'll see you later," Monica smiled. "Later." Jake smiled at her one last time before exiting the car. He walked up the driveway towards his house as he heard the car reversing out of the driveway. Turning around for a last time, he watched the car that originally rescued him accelerating down the road. The previous hour just ran through his mind again and he tried to interpret it, failing to do so the first time he tried. He began to think that this could be the beginning of something to really remember. If this was the way it started, it was going to be one hell of a school year. \*\*\* So this is my first story here. ANY criticism or comments are criticism is appreciated and requested. I'm all about making my writing better and any input helps. I want to continue this into a longer series. But if the feedback is too negative, I may just start from scratch. I have plenty of ideas for this to go so I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think ^.^

Flinch by Squirrel

Do NOT flinch. One of the first rules of being prey ... and one of the rules he always broke. (The second, the moment you flinched, they would pounce. The predator, he would pounce ... if you moved. If you flinched. Without fail.) Motion, movement ... ... more, more, coming from the right. Coming at

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Do NOT flinch. One of the first rules of being prey ... and one of the rules he always broke. (The second, the moment you flinched, they would pounce. The predator, he would pounce ... if you moved. If you flinched. Without fail.) Motion, movement ... ... more, more, coming from the right. Coming at him, and ... ... his blue-grey eyes snapped open. The honey-tan mouse's eyes blinked, and he sat up, quickly, panting, eyes meeting the source. Lit by a single lamp. With rain patter-patting on the roof. On the window. The countryside under the beating drum of March's marching rains. Prelude to spring. "It's only me," was Adelaide's hush. The hush of her. The pink-furred bat. His mate. Her hush, it was as soft as her fur. How could she be that soft? In voice, in form, in pose ... how could anything be that soft? "Oh," was Field's simple breath. "Oh, I ... um ... I'm sorry," was his own whisper. But his was frantic. His had an edge of fear about it. "I didn't realize you'd ... you'd come into the room," he stammered, sniffling. Sitting up in bed. Bare. Clutching a sheet. Chest rising, falling. Shoulders sagged. "I've been in here since before you fell asleep," she said. Biting her lip. "Remember?" The mouse's eyes darted. He did ... he thought he did. No, he definitely did. "Field ... " "I remember," he said, but didn't meet her eyes. "I was just ... I'm a light sleeper. You know that." "Another dream? Another nightmare?" "I just couldn't sleep." She wanted to press the issue. Press the matter. They were in their bedroom. It was nearing ten. They'd both been home from work for a few hours now, and ... after supper (around eight), they'd wound up here. Their mood had been playful ... ... hadn't it? Hers had been. His had been ... detached. At first. Like he'd removed himself from things. From reality. For his own safety. As if he'd gone into some kind of internal shock, but ... was attempting to hide the fact. She'd seen that look before. They'd sunk to the bed. The sheets. The mouse's shirt the first thing to go. Followed by hers. And the two furs, weary from the day, from the repetitive, drone-like nature of their respective jobs ... they needed to FEEL. He always calmed down once they got going. It was getting him jump-started ... that took the most work. She'd put her muzzle to his neck. And huffed ... as his paws had worked at her attire. As their paws fumbled. Paws roving, caressing fur. Tugging at clothing. Several minutes before they were actually bare. Exposed to the warming bedroom air. To the dust motes and all. A kiss. A slight kiss, and ... both of them on their sides, and their legs began to entwine. And the mouse whispered, "Maybe ... maybe we should take a shower." "We don't need to ... " Her huff onto his cheek. "It's fine ... " "No, but ... we've been working." The mouse's obsessive-compulsive nature. He wanted cleanliness. Clean. Perfect clean. Intimacy wasn't clean. It was hot, passionate. Fur, form, saliva. Fluid. It was messy. But, oh, what a mess! "Field ... this wasn't a problem yesterday." "Well, it's ... I just think we should take a shower first." "We can take a shower AFTER," the bat said. Blowing her breath into his ear. One of his dishy, swiveling ears. "After," she whispered, "we'll need it. We don't need it now ... " "I just ... I know, but ... " "Field ... we're not gonna get sick from a kiss. From this. From ... we're clean, darling. It's not gonna kill us. This is love. Love won't make you sick." The mouse said nothing. Only a weak, "I know ... " She kissed his earlobe. "Just ... relax," she whispered. "Field, relax. Let go, okay? We're gonna feel good. We've had a hard day. A hard week. We're gonna let go now ... okay?" A nod. "Okay?" Another nod, and ... a returned kiss. To her cheek. To her muzzle. To her lips. He was so tender and delicate. So gentle. It broke her heart to see him in such pain. He wasn't always like that. Wasn't always like this. A lot of the time, he was okay. He seemed normal. But when you looked closer, you saw the invisible pain he harbored. From his past. From the demons in his head. When you looked closer, you saw that he was afraid. Always afraid. He was a total mouse. She was his mate. She loved him, and she knew ... oh, she knew ... that he loved her, too. The bright way he would look at her. The spark in his eyes. The child-like innocence in the way he trusted her. Depended on her. He was the submissive one. He was the one that needed nurturing. Often, he would admit to feeling guilty. Convinced she gave so much to him, but what did she get from him ... in return? She would look at him, every time, and whisper, "Devotion. Companionship. Love." Pause. "What you give is priceless." But his tender lips gave her a tender kiss ... again ... again. "Again," she whispered, her lips meeting his. Little smack-smack sounds. Wet, breathless! Where resolve went to drown. For there was no resisting this! Noses flared. His nose, sniffing, twitching (in its mousey way), it flared ... and his whiskers brushed her cheeks. The mouse wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her with him ... as he rolled to his right. To the very middle of the bed. Field, thin, slender, with his toned chest ... he might've seemed frail. The mouse was in better health than before. He was eating better now, and ... he was building his muscles. Quite nicely. But he was still self-conscious. Still felt too thin. Still felt ... that she would find flaws in him. For he saw them SO easily in himself. Surely, she must see them, too? But if she did, she didn't show it. And if she cared, he didn't know it. For the way she touched him, how her paws ran up and down his sides, and how they clutched his fur. And how the breath of her ... was on his muzzle. And how her wings would stretch and wrap around him. The way she lost herself in him. Physically. Emotionally. It was overwhelming to the mouse. He clutched at her fur. Planted little kisses on the warmth of her. A paw running, cupping under a breast ... as lips, starting to get wet and heated, met. And parted with another smack. And his tail, thin, ropy, pink, it trailed to the edge of the bed, the tip trailing off. Her ears, angular and swept back, could hear his heart. His heart that went ... hammer-hammer. Hammer-hammer. So fast. So quick. The heart of prey. The heart of a mouse. Could she do anything to slow him down? One of Field's paws went behind her ... massaging her rump-cheeks. The soft fur there, and her stubby tail. Only a foot long, and like an otter's tail. Or a kangaroo. Meant for balance and steering. Aerial steering. Many of the bat's bones were very light. She could fly. Oh, his love could fly! Her paw strayed between their bodies ... down, down. Found ... what it was fishing for. Field drew a breath. Adelaide didn't squeeze it (his mouse-hood). Just held it. Softly, in her grip. In her fingers. In her paw. And allowed her thumb to fiddle on the head of it. Over the ridge at the back of the head. Back and forth, back and forth ... on the most sensitive spots of him. Her thumb running over the top of the head, across the slit, and down ... up and down. The mouse had no sheath. They'd cut it at birth ... but it didn't bother him. It was cleaner, more streamlined ... smoother ... that way. Didn't bother him ... Didn't bother her ... ... as she wriggled down the length of him. The mouse began to huff. Knowing what she was up to. And he started to squirm away, and her paws held him down. "Uh-uh, mousey ... " "Too sensitive," he whispered. "Just relax. Just," she told him, "relax." The mouse's whiskers twitched. Nose going ... sniff-twitch. Him on his back, legs slightly parted. In the early-night dim of the bedroom. The rain outside, it was so complete. The mouse had never climaxed ... through oral. The mouse, in ANY situation, took forever to climax, anyway. He had excellent stamina. Which Adelaide VERY much appreciated, but which Field took as being too "slow" ... "Slow is better," she would tell him. "Believe me ... you're lucky to be able to last that long ... " But he'd never been able to climax ... from getting oral. Not even from her. His mate. The one he loved more than anyone he'd ever known. He would get too sensitive, and ... the sensitivity overload, the pleasure ... would cause him to start going a bit limp ... and he would squirm out of her muzzle, huffing. But that didn't discourage her ... from trying. And, despite his frustration with himself (for not being able to perform in that manner), it didn't stop him from letting her have her way. From letting her try. (And she was certain she could do it ... make him climax by her muzzle. If he would only RELAX and take the pleasure ... instead of fighting it. It would just take practice, and that was something she didn't mind doing. Oh, to practice this!) So, her muzzle went down, down ... until her nose was bumping him. Stiff, cute him. And until her tongue (longer and more versatile than his, designed for catching bugs) ... it lapped and wrapped around him. The mouse's breath left his chest. In a huff. She grinned. And continued to taste of him, and opened her muzzle. Careful (as always) with her fangs. Careful, careful, so delicate ... as her lips, ringed, slid over him. Completely over his shaft, down the pink, smooth skin. Down, down ... the underside of his mouse-hood on her tongue. The upper parts on the roof of her mouth. Enveloped in heat and wetness. Sensitive! He squeaked. Weak, weak ... squeak! She bobbed. Once, twice ... three times. And turned it into a habit. A motion. Was tempted to lick at the head ... and drive him to the edge of his sensory capacity, but that would make him squirm and pull away. He could tolerate the bobbing much better ... so, that's what she did ... And he huffed and closed his eyes. It felt good ... oh, it did ... and ... his paws clutched at the sheets. Reached for her ears, to hold them gently, but ... they weren't in reach. Instead, he clutched at the sheets. She worked on him for a few minutes. A few minutes more. Giving a few stray squeezes to his sac. Kneading the orbs inside, chuckling to herself as they tightened and drew closer to his body. Must've meant she was doing something right ... But she pulled off, panting, panting, sitting up on her legs. Her knees. And smiled at him, licking her lower lip. An airy giggle. The mouse looked shyly to her. How shy! They'd been mates for seven months, and STILL ... he was shy about this. She thought it was unbelievably cute. "Good?" she asked. He nodded quietly. Smiled bashfully. "Yeah ... " "Know what you want," she said. "You do?" "You're a sub, Field. You're a mouse." She fancied that was another reason he didn't take oral very well. He was MUCH more comfortable GIVING it ... than receiving it. It was a mental thing with him (as so many things were). "You can have at it ... " He watched as she flopped down to the sheets. The mattress. On her back now, and legs sliding open. Foot-paws pressed to the sheets of the bed. Facing away from him. And he twisted, shifted, turning himself ... around. To face her. To crawl between her legs. A bit hesitant. Of all moments to start worrying about ... cleanliness. His whiskers twitched. "You've done this before," she whispered. "You enjoyed it then." "I know ... " "Just relax ... you want to. You prefer to. It makes you feel good, and ... makes ME," she assured, "feel good, so ... " The mouse was only half-listening. Eyes lingering on her. Her femininity. The softness, the ... sight. Furry folds and all. And a paw traced along those folds. Along the line of it. Slowly tracing down. Slowly tracing up. Adelaide closed her eyes. And Field leaned down ... and put his nose there. Nudged her nub with his nose. Nudge, nudge ... nosy nudge. And he took a tentative lick. The bat exhaled. He licked again. His tongue wasn't as versatile or as long as hers. He couldn't get his tongue that far out of his muzzle. So, he had to bury his muzzle there ... to get any good licks. Normally, he resorted to little, shy kisses, and little sucks. Which is what he resorted to ... this time. Little kisses. Little sucks ... while a paw roved over her thigh. While his tail dangled over her, and she reached up with a paw and batted at it. Bat-bat-bat ... giggling while she did so. Giggling between little gasps. The mouse picked up his pace. Soon lost himself in what he was doing. Oh, he DID ... prefer giving this ... rather than receiving it. To be submissive. To GIVE pleasure, to ... receive it through the act of giving it. To know that your partner was stronger than you. Mentally stronger. More experienced. More capable. To know that she would shield you with her wings ... to know that, doing this to her, you were safe. And no one would judge you or hurt you ... It was about submitting to her care. About NEEDING care. The mouse, used to ... he'd been with males. Had been that way. And maybe it still showed in this. His submissiveness. His wispiness. He was rather effeminate. And maybe he still felt those desires, and maybe she knew it, and maybe neither spoke of it ... but there was something about the bat's female touch and perspective, her emotion ... that made, for the mouse, a stronger foundation for love ... than he'd had with any male. Didn't matter why, did it ... didn't have to make sense. Oh, the mouse could've SO easily gone the other way. Could still be that way. But he couldn't, though. Not without cost. There were things ... there were pains. There were sacrifices ... that he couldn't make. That he'd tried to make, and when he'd tried, he'd ... nearly lost himself. Lost everything. He'd tried. And had needed to ... stop. To ... ... find someone like her. Like Adelaide. A femme who would understand. Who wouldn't shirk from his past and his desires. His nature. Who would accept him. And his emotions. Who would ... ... would what? Why did it matter ... It was love. Love, love. Oh, he loved her. She was so unique. Oh, what she did for him ... oh, what she did TO him. And she was panting, panting ... chittering now. Her echo-bursts, in their high, high pitches ... bouncing off the walls and back to their ears. Field barely able to hear them. His hearing range didn't go as high as hers. But he felt the vibrations of her chitters ... as his paw was on her breast. Above her heart. Arm stretched out, and other arm clutching the sheets. As he simply devoured her. There was no other word for it. For the hungry attention he was giving her. All inhibitions and worries ... GONE. Replaced by instinct, by need, by want, by desire. By the less-structured parts of him. "F-field ... I, uh ... I ... oh ... oh," she huffed, and she arched, and her wings ... spread. She allowed her winged arms to spread out. To their full span ... and they quivered as she came. The warm, heated spasms that rippled through her lower body. That sizzled her nerves. That caused her to whimper. That left the mouse's muzzle dripping of squirted fluid ... left him heaving as he pulled back, eyes half-open, dizzy, absolutely dizzy of her sex. And she, still in her throes, crawled, and ... pounced him! In his daze, she pinned him down, to his back. Went to a straddle of him. He didn't fight it. Not at all ... ... as she lowered down. He was stiff. More than stiff. A rivulet of his own pre ... dripping down his mouse-hood. She had no problem lowering down, her vaginal muscles enclosing around him. Clenching round him. Soaking, slick ... "Uh ... uh," was Field's huff. "Mm ... " She fell. And rose, and fell ... and rose ... and leaned forward as she did so, paws on his chest. Thumbs rubbing his nipples. They hardened, and he whimper-squeaked. She leaned forward, huffing, going, going ... and leaning down. Licking, lapping at the side of his neck. When they made love, she could willingly trigger a numbing agent in her saliva. With a thought. Trigger it, as she did now ... licking his neck. Numbing a spot for her bite (so it wouldn't hurt him, and so it would leave no mark). "Hmm ... mm ... " Adelaide shushed him. "It's ... okay ... h-hold on," she panted, having stopped her hip movements for the moment. But his mouse-hood still inside her. She lapped once more, and then ... ... sank her fangs in. Slowly. And sighed heavily as she did so. "Oh ... " "Mm ... " Her own sounds were muffled against his neck. And the white mating milk that was stored in her fangs (like an anti-venom), it dripped by the drop ... into his blood. Sending little electrical pulses. Linking their minds. Oh, the flood of images ... of feelings. They could feel each other's feelings. Hear each other's thoughts. Nothing hidden. Ultimate trust. Ultimate vulnerability. Ultimate love. And the mouse's hips bucked up at her. Up and in. And she matched his movements, fangs still in him ... he felt her clenches, her spasms. She felt his sensitivity. Felt his emotion. Their eyes were closed now. They could not open for the heat. For the water in them. Inching toward release. "Huh ... uh," was the huff. The mouse's huff. And his squeaks reached their high-pitched crescendos. Indicating his oncoming release. And she huffed heatedly onto his neck ... saliva stringing, fangs embedded. Until Field shuddered, shivered, squeaked ... squirmed. Squirting streams of steamy semen ... into her. Sowing. Sowing seeds of his love ... spiritual, this. Fierce, this pleasure. There were no words to truly measure the experience. It had to be felt. The bat, for the second time, climaxed ... muscles trembling. She chittered from her throat, huffing ... ... as they clung to each other. Limbs, arms, paws ... everything wrapped around and clutching, rubbing, hugging. Both of them feeling a NEED to be stroked, held ... while they endured this. This was a pleasure to be endured. And when she pulled her fangs out of him, she flopped onto her back, breasts heaving. Laying beside him, and then turning to nuzzle his shoulder. "Oh ... oh ... " "Mm ... " He swallowed. Whispered, "I love you ... oh, I ... I love you." Her eyes had welled. "I love you, too ... " That had been two hours ago. Afterwards, Field had ... fallen asleep. And she had gone to the desk against the wall. And had started drawing. Both of them were artistic. Field was a writer and a photographer. She loved to sketch, draw, paint. And she'd heard him twitching, squeaking in his sleep, and had gotten up to check up on him ... which is when he'd woken up. Which is what led to now. Where, Field, in a sleepy daze, had forgotten she'd been in the room. Where his emotional demons seemed to be at the fore. Where he'd insisted that he hadn't had a nightmare. He just "couldn't sleep." "Field," she said to him, sitting next to him on the bed. The mouse was staring at the navy-blue sheets. "Field. You know I ... can SENSE your thoughts." The bat had telepathic abilities. Hence her fang-biting, among other things. "I know when you lie." "I, uh ... maybe it was a nightmare," he admitted, raising his shoulder. Lowering them. In a helpless shrug. "Maybe, but ... I don't remember what it was about, so it isn't important." She put a paw on his chest. Both of them were still bare. "Field ... " When she said his name like that, so tenderly, so quietly ... he wanted to fall to pieces in her arms. When she said his name like that. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "What happened ... why can't you sleep?" "It's always something," was his response. "I know, but ... today. What was it TODAY," she pressed. The mouse was quiet. His eyes darted. He breathed, breathed. "At work," he whispered, "I ... I was eating in the break room. For lunch, and I ... lowered my head for a moment. Was quiet. And ... to say my prayer." "Yeah ... " "And ... this other fur saw me, and ... he's a troublemaker. That type. He's ... younger than me. When I started eating, he told me ... 'you know, it's not real' ... and I looked to him and blinked, and he said, 'faith, I mean ... it's just a comfort pillow, is all ... it's comfort, but it's blind comfort' ... I told him I didn't think so. You know how I am when I debate. I stutter, and I ... so, I don't say much. But they do. They say a lot, and I have to sit there and listen to it, because I'm too shy to debate them. If it were written out, in type, I would trounce them," he said, a bit of a bite to his voice as he said that. "But, verbally, they ... roll over me." His voice shook. "He wouldn't stop talking. He wouldn't shut up. I just looked at my food and ate, and he kept telling me to consider that 'it may mean nothing,' and ... 'I would fade into oblivion when I died' ... " "Field, you can't listen to furs like that," Adelaide whispered. "He was just trying to push your buttons." "I know ... " The mouse drew in a shaky breath. "I know, but ... I take everything personally. If someone attacks my faith, they attack me. If they attack God, they attack me. It's ... I took it personally, and ... I was in a vulnerable frame of mind," he admitted, "at the time. I was ... it was a busy lunch. Lots of customers. I had to talk to them all, serve them all, and ... pretend that my anxiety wasn't causing my heart to beat at dangerous speeds. I have to distract myself ... every day. Just to get through that job. I ... and I ... I don't know ... so, just now, when I dreamed, I dreamed ... that I was nothing. That it was nothing, and ... it was scary." "Oh, Field," she breathed. Putting her muzzle to his cheek. "It's not nothing. Alright? You KNOW that ... you have faith, okay? I know you do. I know it's survived everything. It's alright to doubt. It's alright, sometimes, to question. I mean, that's how ... faith grows. It's how it's tested. But you can't wallow in that. You either HAVE faith, or you don't, and you can't let a fur who doesn't have it ... lecture you on what IT means. They can't take your light." She put her forehead to is. "It's not nothing. You're not gonna fade into oblivion when you die, and you're not gonna die anytime soon. I won't let it happen." "You can't promise that." "Field ... you're safe, okay? We're going to live a long life, and when we're done ... we'll be in heaven together. I feel it. You feel it. Don't doubt it ... don't let them cause you to doubt. You're safe. You got it?" "But I'm so messed-up," was his barely-audible whisper. "I'm so messed-up. Darling ... " "No ... " "I am. And I pray ... every day," he said, "I pray about it. I ask Christ to heal me. He healed people with a touch of His paw. I know He can heal me, but I'm ... sometimes, I don't feel I'm getting better. My problems ... " He trailed. Not needing to reiterate his problems for her. She knew. Knew of his anxieties, his compulsions, his battles with depression. His anorexic habits. His traumatic experience of having been gay ... when his family found out, and he lost his mate a day later. She knew ... she knew of his demons. "My problems, they caused me to fail out of school. Caused me to ... lose things," he said, trembling. "I ... they controlled me, and you came, and ... I've been getting better. But they're still there. The fear is still there. I want it GONE," he said, as if pleading. "I want it gone. I want to be healed." Both the mouse and the bat were going back to school in the fall. The mouse would be 22, and ... he felt this would be his last chance. He felt so old. Even though he was young, he felt time slipping away. And what if he failed again? What if he allowed his demons to overrun his confidence? What if she succeeded and he failed, and ... she had no use for him anymore? What if ... "Field, listen to me," she whispered. "Listen." "What ... " "Listen to me. Look at me." The mouse's eyes darted (like frantic things), until she cupped his muzzle in her paws, directing his gaze to hers. "Field ... you're waiting for a cure? You're waiting for God to cure you?" "I don't know." His eyes water. "I just want these ... things out of my head." The tears streamed down his cheeks. Quietly streamed. "I want to be better ... for you. For you," he whispered, voice breaking. "It's not fair on you," he sniffled, "that I should be like this." Adelaide drew a breath through her nose. The scent of him. Of their bed. Their room. Their love. She drew it in, and hugged him close ... telling him (as he quietly cried on her shoulder), "You ARE better. You don't have to justify yourself ... to me. You're good enough." Pause. "Field, prayer, it helps ... it can help heal, but ... there's a story," she said, voice so soft. "A story about a fur. There was a flood, and he went to the roof of his house. The water was rising." Field sniffled and swallowed, ears swiveling. Listening. "He was gonna drown if the water made it up to him. It kept rising, and he prayed, and kept praying. Asking for God to save him. He was devout. Surely, God would save him." Field was quiet now ... breathing very silently. She continued, "Soon, a fur in a rowboat came by. And asked, 'Do you need help?' The fur on the roof replied, 'No, I am devout. God will save me.' And, so the fur on the rowboat left. The water rose higher. Furs in a helicopter came by. Overhead. A rescue team. They asked, 'Do you need help?' The fur on the roof replied, 'No, I am devout. God will save me.' And the water rose, rose, and ... the fur on the roof, he drowned." Field pulled back a bit, meeting her eyes. She whispered the final part of the story. Whispered, "The fur on the roof was in heaven, and he went to God and demanded, 'Why didn't You save me? I've been so loyal. Why didn't You TRY to save me? After all I've done in Your service. Where was Your help? Where was Your paw?' And God just looked to him and said, "I sent you a fur on a rowboat. I sent you furs in a helicopter ... " Adelaide trailed. Took a breath. "The point being, Field ... that all prayers are heard. But they aren't answered in glitter. They're answered in the everyday things that ... like love, and ... connection, and ... I'm here," she whispered, "for you. To help you. There are more furs that love you ... than you could know. You pray to be healed. But you have to open your mind to ... HOW the healing will occur. Let ME," she pleaded, "heal you. Please." The mouse's eyes were watering again. Welling. "If you're afraid, tell me about it." Her voice wavered. "If you're lonely, let me know. I'm your mate. I love you. You love me. I know you do. I know you'd give your life for me." The mouse's tears were streaming again. He shook. "I KNOW how hard it is ... to fight the things in your head. We can go to a doctor. We can do whatever. I don't care. But LET me help. Don't pretend it's not a problem. Don't pretend you DESERVE to hurt." The mouse sniffled, looking away. She, again, brought his gaze back to her ... by using her paw to steer his muzzle. "If you flinch," she whispered, "come to my arms. My wings." "But ... b-but," he stammered, coughing a bit. Sniffling. "But what am I ... what do I ... what can I do for you? I'm SO weak ... " "Field ... no." She stroked his cheek. "No, you're not. You're stronger than you think. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Still alive. Still striving. Still wide-eyed and innocent. Were you weak, you would've been broken long ago. You would've ended it ... but you didn't. You keep trying. You keep living. And your love, your devotion, your loyalty, your care ... the energy you put into writing for me. Into cooking meals for me. Into tending to me. Into making love to me," she whispered, "like we did this evening. Making me feel so good ... like that. Making me feel those things. Don't think you're a lame duck in this mate-ship. You're vital. We're partners. We're a pair. We'll get through anything," she promised, "together." The mouse sniffled, eyes a bit red. And he nodded. And she laid him down on the bed. Laying with him. "Let us rest," she said. "Let's get some sleep ... " "What if I have the nightmares?" His voice was fragile. Like glass. "I'll be here," was her answer. "I'll be here. You'll wake up, and I'll be here. Okay?" He breathed of her. Nose in her pink fur. Oh, her! "Okay?" she whispered. He nodded. "Okay," he whispered. Bursting with so much. Nerves, fears, hopes, dreams, yearnings ... butterflies. Love. Everything. And she wrapped her wings around him, brushing her mind against his. Trying to be his blanket. And they slowly slipped into slumber. Their bodies stationary, as the sun, but their hearts revolving. Like planets. Like celestial things. Constantly in motion. Constantly growing. Knowing ... ... it would be okay.

Meowth's Revenge Chp 1 by Fifi_the_Skunk

Jessie and James from Team Rocket sat on their couch with Meowth sitting in between them. They were watching the television still fuming about their recent defeat, when a news alert flashed on the screen: "We interrupt this program to bring you urgent news from NASA," the announcer said as the

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Jessie and James from Team Rocket sat on their couch with Meowth sitting in between them. They were watching the television still fuming about their recent defeat, when a news alert flashed on the screen: "We interrupt this program to bring you urgent news from NASA," the announcer said as the screen flashed to NASA's headquarters in Washington D.C. Michael Griffin came to the podium and began reading a prepared speech: "When NASA was first formed, we had a broad view of what our responsibilities were. We have accomplished so much in the time we have had. One of our tasks here at NASA is tracking. Budgets, however, only allow for so much, and as my movie counterpart in 'Armageddon' said, 'It's a big ass sky'. As such, we did not detect the change in orbit of the Illuminate Comet until a team of researchers discovered its path outside the orbit of Jupiter. This comet is on a direct collision course with our planet. By our estimates, it will hit in the South Pacific at 27"07' South, 109"24' West, extremely close to Easter Island. With the size of the meteorite, it will destroy the planet unless something is done. But NASA does have a contingency for this." The director paused for a moment, letting the news sink in before he continued, "NASA has been experimenting with Pokémon technology and have discovered the energy used to capture one of them can be altered to capture other things. Therefore, we have equipped four LGM-30 Minuteman III ICBM's with this altered technology in an effort to capture the comet before impact. The missiles will impact at roughly 500,000 kilometers with each missile concentrating on one quadrant of the comet. We already have rolled out Space Shuttle Freedom and the launch will be in t-minus five minutes." He stopped and looked at the crowd of reporters that jumped to their feet asking questions. One reporter, from the Global News Network yelled over the rest, "Is this really our best option?" Griffin paused, holding his hands up to calm the gaggle of questions, "NASA has been planning this mission in secret for well over a year. The shuttle had already been packed with one of the missiles for an unannounced mission. We just needed to load more of them. Now realize please, in our estimates, only one of the missiles is necessary to complete the job. However, it is our plan to make absolutely sure that nothing else goes wrong." Elliot Weasel, from the World Weekly News tabloid shot back, "Giving the recent track record of NASA, is that enough?" "It will have to be," he replied, "we have nothing else ready. Thank you for your time." There was a stunned, eerie silence that came over the room as the speaker walked out. "Well that will suck for them," Meowth stated aloud. Jessie asked, "Sucks for whom?" "Who ever are in da rockets!" Meowth replied with a smile on his face. "Care to explain?" James questioned, as both of them turned their attention to their pet. "I am not allowed to say," Meowth replied hopping off the sofa heading to the kitchen. James grabbed his tail and yanked. "Yowie!" Meowth cried out, "It's attached!" Jessie leaned over and punched James in the arm, "Stop picking on him you big bully." "Bully? It's better than being a fat cow!" Jessie released Meowth's tail and stormed out as a roar from the television announced the launch of the shuttle. Meowth hugged Jessie, purring to her as the shuttle easily made it into space before the news network returned to their normal office recapping the story. The two sat there quiet watching the television as the day slowly turned to night. Shortly before eleven, the news interrupted to show live coverage of the comet and the missiles that were approaching it. The missiles each launched their cameras before impacting precisely on target. The comet turned reddish for a moment before breaking into a fine, misty powder. "Well, now that that is over, I think I will take a shower. No peeking now Meowth." Jessie said, as she closed the bathroom's door. As the shower came to life the Videophone started to ring. Meowth answered the phone. "Yes?" He mewed The screen was blurred with a dark image. A sinister voice proclaimed, "Excellent work Meowth. Your idea to use a drowzee in the rockets worked exactly as anticipated and the comet was changed. The powder that is spreading over the atmosphere of the Earth as we speak, will change Pokémons, allowing males to alter by contact suitable mates. I want you to try this on the next available Pokémon you find and report the results." "Aye, aye captain," Meowth yipped with a big grin on his face, shutting off the viewer as he heard the shower turn off. Meowth felt a surge of power infuse him. The strength of which was like being drunk. He purred contently feeling a rising lust in his body as his nose caught a wondrous aroma. Jessie opened the door with a towel wrapped around her torso, covering her breasts down, as well as one around her hair. Meowth was standing there looking up to her. "Meowth?" Meowth put on his best smile on as he meekly said, "I think you are very pretty Jessie." He held out a flower for her. She blushed, sitting on the floor on her knees. She bent over and hugged Meowth, pressing his face against her chest when one of her breasts popped out of the towel. Meowth smelled the light perfume of the body wash she had used, and without thinking, licked her nipple. Jessie moaned slightly from the touch. It was unlike anything she had felt. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. She continued to hold him there. When she didn't pull away, Meowth didn't need any other incentive and latched onto her nipple, suckling it like a new born kitten. With his other paw he popped out her other breast and massaged that in his paw. Jessie was definitely feeling the effects and she softly purred a sound of contentment to him. She felt a pleasing heat coming from her breasts and she felt an odd sensation to stay where she was. Meowth eyes opened his eyes to see a light cream-colored fur growing out from where his mouth had contact on Jessie. He looked to his other paw and noticed that breast was changing too. He moved his paws down her body, the light contact of his paw causing other changes as three sets of teats formed under her breasts, each one swelling until it was just a bit smaller than the one above. He ripped the towel from her and rubbed between her legs chuckling to himself. The red hair turned brown and reshaped itself to a form identical to a female of his kind. Jessie couldn't move. She was stunned. Something yelled in her mind to get up; to throw Meowth across the room, but she couldn't. She simply rubbed her hand over his rump and tail, producing a pleasing sound from Meowth. She finally managed to speak, but she only could whisper, "Meowth?" He leaned up and kisses her lips, her entire head immediately changing. Her face became oval, as her ears repositioned themselves on top of her head, becoming triangular and pointed. Her eyes widened and enlarged as her hair change into a koban on top of her head. The cream fur had covered her entire body, and her hands became brown paws. Then she felt herself shrink down until she was looking up into Meowth's eyes. "Meowth, Meowth?" she mewed trying to form words. Meowth just smiled, "I can still understand you, but tonight there is only one thing you will understand. He hugged her and wiggled around to behind her. Moving her growing tail out of the way, he shoved his excitement into her tunnel. She yelled at him in her mind, furiously trying to stop him, but her body taking control as she fell to all fours. She pressed back onto him as her tunnel spasmed and started to get moister. Meowth plunged his shaft into her back and forth, building up speed until the sound of his sacs slapping at her rear could be heard. He leaned over her back and bite her gruff, as the spines on his shaft started to sprout. She shivered in delight as she felt a powerful orgasm building. She was hot, and somehow, she knew she was in heat. Her muscles held him tightly in her passage and, before she knew what hit her, she had an orgasm on his shaft. That forced Meowth over the edge as he pierced her cervix with his spiny tip and exploded, empting everything in her before he even considering moving. She yowled in pleasure, but then gasped when he suddenly yanked himself out of her. She looked over her shoulder and saw Meowth had a Pokémon ball. "I claim you Meowth!" He yelled as he activated the ball. The red light emitted over her and pulled her form. She tried to resist, but having only been a Pokémon for a few minutes, she had no idea how to escape. With a final, "Meowth?" She was pulled into the ball. Meowth beamed with pride as he hit the button and yelled, "Jessie Meowth to my side!" The light came on as she appeared in a ready stance. "Lick my shaft clean!" he ordered, standing on two feet. Jessie didn't even hesitate, turning around and licking his shaft and sacs until they were clean of their juices. "Cool," Meowth yelled sending her back to the ball. "Jessie, are you still mad?" James asked, returning an hour or so after the incident, as he partially opened the door in hopes that any projectiles that might come his way would be deflected by the semi-closed door. "She can't answer you," Meowth said pulling the door open. "Oh? And why not?" James asked. "'Cause she's not here. She is mad with me too now," Meowth told him. "And why is she mad at you now?" James asked closing the door and squaring off towards him with his arms folded against his body. "Something I did," he replied. "Meowth! What did you do?" James practically shouted in frustration. Cowering for a moment with his paws up, "I don't know! I, I can show you." "Well?" James asked watching the feline. "First, kneel down on the floor with your rump on your legs." Meowth told James. James huffed but did what Meowth told him. Waiting there for a moment was causing some discomfort to him so finally after about a minute he flung his arms out in front of him with his fingers extended. He shouted, "Well!?" Meowth ran up and bit him on the nipple, piercing his clothing easily. Grabbing him with three limbs around his torso, Meowth used his left paw to shred James' shirt and began to rub his right chest while suckling on the left, which was bleeding slightly. James was stunned at first, not realizing what was going on. He hit Meowth on the head, trying to dislodge him, but Meowth's nails were embedded into his back. Then a strange wave came over him. The pain from his bleeding breast and back seemed to dull as he felt an unknown warmth within. Meowth rubbed James' stomach and smiled. As he rubbed, he noticed the formation of more nipples under the first. "I think I will always keep you fat!" He laughed and moved to the other nipple, suckling on it this time. His paw caused the growth of a creamy fur over James, who was mentally freaking out, but found his body unable to move. James summoned all his strength and threw Meowth across the room into the table. He jumped up and made for the door handle, but Meowth recovered fast. The feline jumped at James and dug his paws under the top of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles, causing James to fall on all fours. Meowth reached up and grabbed James' sacs, squeezing slightly as he let James feel the presence of his claw. He pressed his paw against James, and to even the feline's surprise, Meowth felt the orbs sink into the boy's body, disappearing into a slightly damp slit. Then Meowth grabbed James' shaft and bent it into the hole, making it disappear as well. James was stunned. He was on all fours, unable to move, feeling waves of mixed emotions. He pissed himself in fright, soaking Meowth's paw in bloody urine. His fingers merged and formed brown paws as he shrunk down much like his sister had down. "I told ya I was the brains of this outfit," he smugly stated as he jumped on the female Meowth that was James. Meowth wasted no time giving James the same treatment; ramming his shaft deep into her new passage and unloading a stream of fertile cum into the boy. James couldn't believe it, he was a Meowth and in bliss. He turned to Meowth, who had already removed himself, and managed a "Meowth?" before getting sucked up into a ball. Meowth sat on Jessie's king sized bed contently. "I am going to have to tell other Pokémons. After my nap maybe I'll enter them into a tournament. Team Rocket, yo!" With a smile on his face, he fell asleep.

USERS: 5 by wolfdude

#5 of users - ##   Ch. 5 MOVE OUT!!!     It's been the same routine for the boys for a couple of days. They wake up, go for a five mile run, weapons practice, eat, fill out more papers, shower and sleep just to repeat it all over the following day. On the fifth day they were all entering their room

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Ch. 5 MOVE OUT!!! It's been the same routine for the boys for a couple of days. They wake up, go for a five mile run, weapons practice, eat, fill out more papers, shower and sleep just to repeat it all over the following day. On the fifth day they were all entering their room with groans from muscle pains and bruises. The small group sat onto their beds as the trainers walked up to them and handed out more papers and a small booklet. "Now that you have all been basically trained, you all could be out of here at any moment. These papers are for your request for your first guild, pick the first three you want but it's not uncommon that you get sent to a guild that you didn't choose at all." Ian said as he paced back and forth after finishing. Hallic was sitting in the corner of the room observing everyone as they started to get to work. Phillip opened the small book and was amazed at how many guilds he could choose. He looked at the names and locations for a little, he saw that most of them were away from his home town which scared him a little knowing that he would be technically on his own. He was so occupied with his thoughts that were floating through his head that he didn't notice that others had already finished up and was waiting on him. Phillip looked up and seen they were waiting so he wrote the first guild he seen, Ian decided to get the boys and take them back out to finish their practice for the day and instructed Hallic to bring the boy to the field when he was done. They all quickly left the room leaving Phillip and the anthro by themselves. Phillip was so concentrated on the names in the booklet that he failed to notice Hallic get up and slowly moved behind him after the door had closed. The lion was looking over Phillip's shoulder to see what the human was reading and his one choice he made. "Why did you pick Beast Talons?" The lion asked. Phillip quickly looked up behind him at the big anthro that was standing over him before looking back down at his paper. The boy looked at the guilds info to quickly come up with an answer. "Umm...I always wanted to be near the ocean and Beast Talons is located in Hawaii." The boy said in almost a whisper. Hallic nodded while he sat down close behind Phillip, the lion wrapped the boy into his arms as he leaned over the boy's shoulder to look at the book. "Well there is a good guild over in California if you're interested." The lion told the boy. Phillip was too stunned to move as the lion had him wrapped up in his big arms. Hallic felt the boy tense when he started to get closer, the lion leaned back to look down at the human and gave a small chuckle. "I told you that this is going to be a common thing did I not?" The lion asked which in return got a small nod from the boy, he smiled as he leaned down closer and nuzzled the human. "Especially with you." Phillip just continued to stare at the book that shook slightly in his hands, not really reading it anymore. "Why me?" He asked. Hallic gave him a warm smile. "Because unlike the other three, you are more open to us. We can read you almost clearly while the others it's still kind of foggy, which is rare for your age and that will make the anthros that haven't bonded to be..." the lion smiled. "More closer than normal should I say, they will want to be close to you as possible. You might not know it but I bet you can read us pretty good if you try." "What do you mean read?" The boy asked. The lion tightened his grip a little. "I can tell not just by how you look or act but deep down that you're nerviest about me being close like this. When you practice with your sword, you might get the hang of using it but you're scared that you will hurt someone and the reason that your taking your time on picking a guild isn't just because you want to be on the coast and don't know which one to pick but because you're scared that they will treat you poorly like back at your home." The lion moved his paw up to the boy's chin and lifted it up so that the boy who now had tears in his eyes was now looking up at him. "It's just the strong emotions that we all can pick out but you have to understand that when you bond almost all your emotions won't be hidden to your anthro." The lion smiled at him. "And don't worry, the other guilds are very friendly I can assure you." Phillip just smiled as wiped his face with his arm before looking back down at the booklet, the whole time he was in Hallic's arms. Phillip took the lion's suggestion and wrote down the guild that was located in California, the boy quickly wrote down the next guild that was sitting in his mind. After he did the lion started to laugh. "What?" Phillip asked, a little bit confused. The lion shook his head. "You picked Wolf Fang guild." "I know." The lion let Phillip go. "Well I'll send it out but don't count on it, that guild is somewhat..." Hallic just smiled. "An elite guild. One of five that we have." "Oh." Phillip said as he lowered his head, the main reason he picked the guild was to see his friends like Padreion. "Then I should change it I guess." The boy said in a disappointed tone. Before he could do anything the lion quickly snatched it from his hands. "Nope, I'll send it out anyways. You just go and join the others." Phillip didn't say anything as he got up and walked over to his belongings and grabbed his sword, after securing it to his back he quickly moved out of the room and towards the practice field. When the boy got to the field he looked over to see the same tiger that he been fighting for the past couple of days sitting on the bench waiting for him. As he approached the feline, Phillip gripped his sword and pulled it out of its sheath. The tiger smiled at as he got up with his own weapon ready in his hand. They both got to their spot on the field and each took their stance. "Ok, let's start where we left off." The anthro said as he got ready. Phillip bent his legs a little to get ready to move, what Hallic said earlier about him was still running through his head. Phillip closed his eyes and let out a large sigh, he calmed himself as he concentrated on the anthro in front of him. When he opened his eyes to look at the anthro, the tiger was looking at him curiously with his head slightly tilted to the side. Phillip tried to concentrate a bit harder, a feeling of pity started to wash over him. When he got the feeling the tiger's ears twitched. 'He thinks I'm too weak.' Phillip thought to himself while he got ready. The tiger quickly moved at the boy with a swing of his sword, somehow Phillip knew this attack was coming so he moved his blade in the path and blocked the attack, Phillip took a side step before moving his sword behind him to quickly swing it upwards. The anthro took a step back out of the range of the sword. After the blade had passed the tiger tried to make a counter attack but the human sensed the tigers intentions and brought his sword back down so it was parallel with his shoulders and pointing at the anthro, he quickly thrust his arms forward. The tiger's eyes widened as the boy attacked quickly and had to swing his sword around to knock the blade to the side. Before the anthro could recover from his defense Phillip quickly did a 360 degree spin with his sword outwards, by the time the anthro stopped moving his blade, the boy's sword was at the tiger's throat. The two stared at each other for a while. "What the hell was that?" Phillip heard, he blinked as he looked at the shock expression on the tigers face before looking over at everyone else that were all staring at him. He slowly moved his blade from the anthro's throat and stood with it at his side. "I..." he started but didn't know how to respond. "You were reading me?" The tiger asked. Phillip didn't respond as he still looking at everyone. Before anyone else said anything, Phillip dropped his sword onto the ground and took off running as fast as he could back to the room. He didn't even stop when he ran passed Hallic who called for him. Phillip's eyes were watering as he pushed the door open that had enough force that it slammed against the wall and closed shut by itself when the boy entered the room. The boy dove into his bed and hugged his pillow, he knew that no one would like him here, and just now it proved it. It wasn't long that he heard the door slowly open and the sound of footsteps enter the room. "Kid..." he knew who the voice belonged to as he curled up into a smaller ball. The sound of the footsteps moved from one side of the room to the other, the human heard the sound of metal clinging up against each other. Which he suspects was his sword being brought back to him. Phillip shifted his position so that his back was facing away from the anthro as the sound of footsteps got closer to him. He felt the blankets move as the body lay down and a pair of white with black stripe arms reached over and pulled him close. Phillip didn't care at this point, he needed to be close to someone right now as tears still streamed down his face. "Kid, I'm sorry for earlier." The voice of the tiger said softly in his ears, when Phillip didn't respond the tiger continued. "We're not mad at you or anything, it's just that we weren't suspecting someone as young as you to read an anthro like that and react to attacks so quickly is all. When we all felt you reading me it was a shock, I didn't know how to react or anything." The anthro pulled the human closer, the two laid together for what seemed like hours. Phillip's tears stopped flowing but the sadness was still there. "I'm a freak." Phillip finally said after a long time. The tiger grabbed the boy's shoulder and quickly rolled him over so they were nose to nose. "No you're not." He growled. "You're a gifted *User* and don't let anyone say otherwise. You're going to bond to an anthro and I can guarantee that when you do you'll make him very happy." Phillip just stared in fright as the tiger was so close and angry, but that all changed as the anthro pulled him onto a tight hug. The boy didn't know what to do except to slowly wrap his arms as much around the tiger as he could and hug back. The door slowly opened and the rest of the boys came in and quickly started to fold their bedding. "What's going on?" Phillip asked as the tiger let the boy go and the human sat up. Hallic and Ian walked in after the last boy and looked over at Phillip. Hallic looked back at the group, "They all got orders to guilds almost as soon as I sent them out." "So they're leaving?" Phillip said somewhat down that he was being left behind, Hallic just nodded his head as they watched the other three boys pack up their things and leave the room accompanied by Ian. Hallic looked back at Phillip, "Go get dinner and then come back here." The lion said before turning and walking through the door himself. The tiger got up and walked over to get his sword. "I'll go with you if you want." Phillip looked over at the tiger with a smile. "Na, it's ok." "You sure?" The tiger asked while he strapped on his sword. "Yeah." They both walked outside into the cool weather, the sky was orange from the sunset. The two parted ways as Phillip went over to the cafeteria. He got himself a plate of roast beef and quickly ate before he returned back to his room. It felt weird that he was the only one now in the room. He went over to his bag and grabbed his towel and soap. After taking his nightly shower and putting his cloths into his nit bag, the boy crawled under the covers of his bed to fall asleep. It was in the middle of the night that the door to the room slowly opened and shut. Light paws moved across the floor and over to the sleeping human and took off most of his clothes, the figure moved the covers slowly before slipping in the bed and moving closer to the human. The anthro wrapped his arms around the human boy and pulled him close to his body, a smile creep across his face as the boy started to cuddle closely in his sleep. ........................................................... Phillip let out a yawn while he tried to stretch out his body but found it difficult to move, he tried to sit up but he body was pinned down. He shifted his body back but felt something behind him, something warm. The boy rolled over the best he could but stopped in his tracks to see a face of a lion lying with him. Phillip knew now that it was Hallic's arms that was pinning him down, and his warm body was pushed up against his. Phillip didn't want to wake the anthro up so tried to slip out from the bed. It wasn't long till a groan came from the lion, his eyes slowly opened and a smile came across his muzzle. "Morning." He said softly. "Umm...Morning." Phillip responded as he froze in his spot as the two just starred at each other, Phillip had to do something to break up the awkwardness. "Why are you in my bed?" he decided to ask. Hallic let out a small chuckle. "We saw how disappointed you were so Ian suggested I stay with you last night." Hallic let go of the human so he could stretch out his body. The anthro slipped out of the bedding, Phillip's eyes widened to see the anthro in a loin cloth. The lion turned to ask Phillip something but laughed at the boy's face. "What's with the face?" "What's with the cloth?" Phillip responded a little louder than he wanted. Hallic shook his head. "You really don't know anything about anthros do you?" Phillip slowly shook his head. "Well when we aren't in public or relaxing at our house or about to sleep we are always in loin cloths. Clothing is to look more civilized I guess." The lion said while bending down and sliding on his pants. "Well today is going to be a break for ya since everyone else is gone. So go do laundry or practice or whatever you want to do." Hallic gave the boy a wave good-bye before stepping out of the room. The human just gave a small waved back before laying back onto his bed to rest just a while longer. After getting up and dressing, he took his nit bag and went out to do laundry before heading out to the practice field. For the next couple of days was the same for him, Hallic and Ian still took Phillip around and trained him. They decided to push him a little more than they usually would, from moving to an eight mile run to sparing with two opponents. The running wasn't that difficult for the human and he quite enjoyed it but he was having a hard time with two opponents, getting a link with one anthro and reading him was getting easier for the boy but two at the same time was far more difficult. He was on his knee with his sword up struggling, a wolf was standing over him trying to force the human's sword downward with his own. "Come on kid..." Phillip heard Hallic from the side. "You can link to an anthro and read him with ease so why are you having a problem with two?" the lion chuckled. Phillip quickly rolled backwards to try and get more distance. "Easier said than done." The boy said while breathing for air as he stood up and looked at the tiger and wolf that have smug looks on their faces. "It's not easy to concentrate on one than the other." The lion chuckled. "Why not both at the same time." The boy sighed. "I tried." The lion was still chuckling. "Then you're not doing it right...Again." He said before Phillip could ask what he means. The wolf and tiger brought up their swords and charged at the human. "Shit." Phillip cursed as he held up his sword and concentrated on the wolf and could feel how he was going for a high attack, the boy lifted up his sword up and blocked an attack coming downward from the anthro. Unfortunately before he could switch to the tiger, the anthro quickly had his blade up against his back. Phillip sighed and lowered his sword in defeat. The other two moved their blades away from the human. They all got to their spots so that practice could continue, The lion kept his eyes on the human but flicked his ear to the side as Ian walked up beside him. "I know you already know but still nothing on orders for him yet." Hallic took a deep breath. "What's taking so long, he's been here for eight days now." Ian gave his anthro a shrug in return for his answer. More sounds of metal clashing could still be heard as the three continued their fights into the late afternoon. By the time they were done Phillip was dragging his feet as he entered his room, he placed his sword by his bags and grabbed his things for a shower. Phillip sighed happily while he plopped down into his bed, now that he was able to get off his feet and let his body rest. The boy looked up at the ceiling and thought about why the others left so quickly but he was still at the processing center and how was he going to fight two skilled anthros when he can barely keep up with one. Phillip didn't think too much as he rolled over to try and get more sleep. ............................................................ It was bright and early as the sound of metal smashing up against each other could be heard echoing across the quiet base. Phillip was breathing hard as he kept blocking the attacks the two was giving him, one block after another. Things seemed hopeless for him, even though he could block attacks he knew unless he can get to offence he wouldn't beat them. The match was called when the tiger slapped the boy's hand with the blunt end of his blade, making Phillip wince and release his hold on his sword as it fell to the ground. Ian just shook his head. "You're still not getting it. Don't just read one opponent, read them both." Phillip bent down and pick up his sword. "How do you think I should do that?" Ian waved him over, as Phillip got closer Ian bent down and set two small stones onto the ground, he then drew a circle around one of the stones. He looked up at the human, "focus on the circle." Phillip was looking as he could see just the one stone. Ian soon erased the one circle before he drew a bigger one around the two stones. "Now, focus on the circle." Phillip looked at the circle drawn in the dirt and without looking at them directly he could tell there were two. Ian moved his hand over the circle, opened his hand and moved it. Still focusing on the circle he could tell there were three stones. "You focus too much on one spot, widen your view." Ian smiled. Phillip nodded and walked back in front of the two anthros. "Go!" Ian yelled. All three snapped into their fighting stance, the anthros didn't charge at his right away so Phillip took this opportunity to try and focus on them both, with some effort he could slightly start to feel the two's different emotions. He tried to concentrate harder until the tiger came at him. Phillip quickly held his sword up to block, when the two swords clashed he lost his focus on the wolf that ended up coming at him from the side. Phillip tried to move to the side but wasn't quick enough and tripped over his own foot. He landed on his butt with his eyes opened to a tip of a sword pointed at him. The wolf laughed as he extended his paw to Phillip. The human gripped the anthros paw and was pulled up to his feet. "You almost got it." The wolf said was he patted the boy on the shoulder. Phillip couldn't help but smile, Ian stood watch as the three got back to their spots and started over. Hallic came walking up with a small piece of paper in his paw, once he got to his human he didn't say much as he handed it to Ian. "Orders." The lion said. Ian looked over it for a bit before looking up at the lion confused. "These are orders to Frozen Claw." Hallic gave a nod, he gazed over to the three as they started to fight one another. "Seems that once I put the orders in for Wolf Fang like he wanted, three out of the five elite groups caught wind of him when Wolf Fang jumped on the opportunity to get him. Seems that they liked the report we had on him and the four guilds been discussing who got him." "Wow, Frozen Claw for his first guild." Ian shook his head at the thought. When the three got done with the fight Ian and Hallic called for Phillip to head back to the room while they discussed more on the situation, Phillip did as he was told and was sitting on his bed patiently until his trainers to arrive. They both arrived and sat down onto the floor in front of him. "Well your orders came in." Ian said. Phillip smiled as his excitement got the best of him, "Where am I going?" "Frozen Claw up in Bremerton, Washington." Hallic said in a stern tone. Phillip's smile faded a little when he sensed how serious the two were. "Washington, when do I leave?" Ian sighed, "As soon as you pack but you have to know something about this guild." Ian didn't get a response from Phillip so he decided to continue. "This is an elite guild you're going to, they're not going to take you serious at first and you're going to have to work hard if you want to stay with them." Phillip's excitement pretty much ran out while he slowly looked at the floor. "You're going to be ok." Phillip heard the lion say, the anthro placed his paw onto his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "But you should start getting packed, your flight leaves in three hours." They all got up at the same time, Ian and Hallic waited by the door as they watched the boy pack everything into his black bag. Hallic gave the human a small smile as he came up and tied his sword to the side of the bag before Phillip slid the travel bag onto his back. They all walked outside and to the main gate, just outside were a row of white trucks. Ian pointed to the one that they would be taking, after Phillip placed his backpack into the bed of the truck he quickly got into the back seat. Hallic slid into the front with a grunt. Phillip smiled as the situation reminded him of when Troit had a problem with the front seat of the SUV when he first arrived here. It didn't take long till they were on the road and heading towards the airport. ......................... The ride wasn't that long till they pulled up to the drop off terminal, Hallic quickly stepped out and grabbed Phillip's bag and started to lead them inside. Phillip looked around to see lots of the people stare at them as they made their way up to the ticket both. "Check-in for a *User* under the name Phillip Sebastian." Ian said when they got to the podium. The lady at the counter started to type away on the computer, Phillip could tell she was nerviest because she kept typing his name wrong and glancing up at the lion from time to time. "y-yes, Phillip Sebastian on a one way flight to Washington." She announced. "Does he have any luggage that needs to be checked on?" "Just one." The anthro spoke as he set the bag onto the scale that was beside the counter. She looked at it briefly before turning her gaze to them. "I'm sorry but the sword isn't allowed to be checked onboard." Ian started to laugh. "Actually due to the fact that we have to have these weapons on us at all times. *Users* are exempt from that rule." The woman was about to protest but was interrupted when Hallic gave a load growl, one that stopped a few other people to look that them, the lady just nodded and quickly printed Phillip's boarding tickets and the ticket onto his bag. The three *Users* started to walk to the security gate after they watched the woman struggle and place his bag and sword onto the conveyor belt behind her. Once they all made it to the gate Ian grabbed Phillip by the shoulders and turned him so they were looking at each other face to face. "Well this is where we part ways, but I want to give you some advice before you go. Learn quickly and keep improving and you'll be fine." "Thanks and I will." Phillip said. Ian was about to say something else but was shoved out of the way, Hallic gave Phillip a tight hug. "Good luck kid." Phillip chuckled as he hugged the big lion back. "Thanks for everything." The boy said while he let the lion go. "OK you best be going, there will be someone waiting for you when you get there so keep an eye out." They all said their final good byes before Phillip continued to make his way to the gate. When he got there he was instructed to remove his boots and anything else metallic. The boy did and waited patiently as the line slowly made it through security. After walking through the metal detector Phillip grabbed his boots and slipped them back on. He didn't have a hard time till he found the gate, it's just making it to the gate was the problem. He was constantly being stopped by people to shake his hands and trying to meet him, some of them said how they used to be *Users* and started to tell him their war stories. Trying to not be rude, Phillip just listend to them or shook their hands and talked. "Flight 256, non-stop service flight to Seattle-Tacoma now boarding first class or those who is in need of assistance." Was announced over the intercoms. Phillip looked at his ticket to see that it was his flight but he wasn't in first class. He walked over to the gate of his fight and waited till he was called. "Flight 256, non-stop service flight to Seattle-Tacoma will not be boarding seats 20 through 40." Phillip seen that his seat was 35b, so he made his way up to the small line that formed and followed the crowd, he gave his ticket to the lady checking on the passengers. She scanned it and handed him his flight ticket back. The line was moving really slowly, it took him a while till he got to the very back of the plane and sat in his seat. He buckled his seat belt and laid his head back and waited to take off. He was sitting in the middle seat and wasn't surprised when a gentleman sat beside him to his right, once everyone was in there seats the pilot announced that they were ready for takeoff. The plane started to move as the flight attendants started their normal routines of the safety procedures on the plane. Phillip listened with half an ear but didn't really pay much attention when he started to fall asleep, half excited to go to a new place but half scared on what the guild would be like. To be continued......... Ok, this might be a weird Ch. Kind of not been up to writing due to some problem but I got it done. I hope to have the next one out soon.

Love In Plain Sight by punjoke

I wrote this story for a friend aaaaaaages ago. Seriously forever ago. Only now am I getting around to uploading it. This is something I don't do very much, in that it is not feral-pokemon-on-trainer, but it's somewhat justified in that it's a Zorua. Also, he can speak english, which is something I

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A quick look around the PokeMart told Faith that it was not busy. In fact, she might have been the only one there. Just her and the boy behind the counter. Exactly as she had hoped. Holding her head high, the girl strode in with an uncharacteristic amount of bravery. The boy behind the counter looked up from the magazine he had been reading. "Hi, welcome to the Veilstone City PokeMart!" he greeted her. Of course, as soon as he'd actually spoken to her, all of Faith's courage evaporated. She froze in mid-step, feeling for all the world like a Deerling caught in headlights. After several moments of awkward silence, she managed to stammer "Um... h-hi!" Then she ducked her head and fled into the aisles to hide. Stupid, stupid Faith, she berated herself silently. Talking to him had been the plan all along, and she'd already blown it. What's worse, she couldn't just leave the store. She needed food for her pokemon, and now she would have to face him again. Faith's face burned in anticipation of further embarrassment. Resigned to her fate, Faith set about collecting all of the items on her shopping list. It wasn't long, several containers of food, a baggie of poffins, some new pokeballs and a supply of potions, but she dragged her feet collecting it all, hoping that he would would forget her awkward entrance. When she could stall no more, she took her bag and approached the counter. The boy had long since gone back to reading his magazine. When she stepped up to the counter, he put it down and gave her a professional smile. "Did you find everything alright?" "Yeah..." Faith mumbled. One by one, the boy began to ring up her items, and for a moment Faith thought she might actually get out of this with her dignity intact. Then he started to speak again. "Hey, you're Faith, right? I've seen you in here before." Panic welled up in Faith's chest, but she managed to force out a "Yes." "Cool. My name's Peter." Of course his name was Peter. Faith had been thinking about the handsome boy for months, ever since he'd gotten a job at her local PokeMart. She knew that she should tell him she already knew, or at least acknowledge his introduction. It was a good conversation starter, and from there... But she just couldn't. Her voice wouldn't work. All she could do was nod shyly. When it became clear that Faith wasn't going to respond, Peter finished ringing her up. She thrust the money across the counter - exact change - grabbed her bag, and hurried out of the store as fast as her legs could carry her. Another failure; twice in a row, even! "It's hopeless. I'm hopeless," she said to herself. Her one small victory was that she managed not to cry on the way back home. This was good, because her Zorua, Jet, was there waiting for her, and the last thing she wanted was for him to see her crying. Nevertheless, the little pokemon could sense something was wrong the moment she stepped in the door. "You're back!" Jet yipped happily, his stubby tail waving back and forth for a moment before coming to an abrupt stop. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asked in alarm. "Of course not," she lied. "I'm just tired. I rushed home really fast with your food is all!" Jet clearly didn't buy her explanation. He'd known she'd been planning to talk to Peter today in spite of her crippling shyness, and Faith knew the results of that plan were fairly obvious. Even so, the pokemon didn't question her any further. Faith was thankful for his discretion. Faith had always had a hard time around other people, especially boys. It was different with pokemon, however, and so she had naturally gravitated towards the life of a trainer. Even though she wasn't brave enough to challenge other trainers to battles, she still liked training and hanging out with her pokemon. Jet had been with her for as long as she could remember, and was the closest thing to a friend she'd ever had. Now that she was at home with her pokemon, Faith began to calm down. The girl did her best to put the embarrassing encounter with Peter out of her mind, and it almost worked. Still though, as she went about her day, she found herself replaying the scenario over and over in her head. She was okay having a conversation with Jet, why not with any of the boys she met? Later that evening, Faith found herself sitting on the sofa with her Zorua curled up on her lap. The furry pokemon dozed as the TV droned on in the background. Faith looked down at her friend and ran her fingers through his fur contemplatively. "Jet..." she whispered, rousing him. "Mmmm?" he answered. "Would you... you know... transform for me?" Faith asked in a small voice. Jet rolled off of her lap and sat beside her. "Who do you want me to transform into?" he asked. Faith blushed, sure that he already knew the answer. "Peter." This was something she asked of him often, and her answer was always the same. Not Peter specifically, but any number of the boys she would daydream about and then fail to talk to. It was a little shameful, she knew, but she knew in her heart it was the only way she could ever be with any of them. Jet complied without any hesitation. There was a shimmering and a twisting, first of Zorua's form, then of the air around him. Faith looked away; watching the transformation up close always left her feeling dizzy. When she looked back, Jet was gone at Peter was sitting beside her on the couch. The pokemon's transformations were never exact - some small bit of his original Zorua form would always remain - but after having lots of practice at it, it was hard for Faith to tell. That was good; the better the illusion, the easier she could trick herself into believing it was real. Now Faith laid back and allowed Peter to take the initiative. The boy leaned in over her and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around him. His body felt warm and firm against hers, and she smiled. He kissed her neck tenderly, then worked his way up to her cheek. "Faith... you're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, and she moaned in response. The boy was all over her now. Faith sank down in her seat until Peter was nearly on top of her, covering her face with soft kisses. She arched her back and felt Peter's arms slip around her and pull her against him tightly. His embrace made her feel warm and tingly, and she wanted nothing more than to melt in his arms. Then Peter kissed her on the lips. The shy girl did not kiss back, but instead opened her mouth ever so slightly. Taking the hint, Peter deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue inside of her mouth. When his tongue met hers, she finally responded by pushing it back against him passionately. Peter let out a satisfied moan, and the two shared a wet, warm kiss. When they broke apart again, Faith opened her eyes and saw that Peter was staring down at her with a wide smile. "You're such a great kisser, too," he said. Faith blushed at the compliment; did he really like her kisses? Now things were beginning to escalate. Their lips locked again, and Peter's hands moved to explore more of her body. Faith allowed him to move down to her hips, and then up towards her chest. When she felt him cup her breasts, she pushed them up into his hands invitingly. As embarrassing as the thought was, she wished that her clothing wasn't in between them. Beneath her shirt and bra, her nipples were already hard, and she could imagine the feeling of his fingers as they rolled along the sensitive pink buds... Peter was obviously aroused too. She could feel something between his legs, a slight bulge in his pants that was pressed against her thigh. It excited the girl; she had done that to him. He wanted her, he wanted HER, and she wanted him to take her. As if sensing her desires, Peter's hands moved from her breasts down to her tummy, then with a little bit of hesitation, moved underneath her shirt. The feel of his fingers creeping their way up her bare flesh made her shiver with desire. Moments later she felt him pushing up her bra, and then there really was nothing between his hands and her breasts, just as she had wished for. Peter squeezed them gently, then teased her nipples in between his fingers. Caught up in the heat of the moment, his hips were making little thrusting motions against her, and Faith knew that this would be it - they were going to be together at last. But then the boy's lips left hers again. When he spoke, there was an uncertain shakiness in his voice. "F-Faith... s-should I... um..." Faith opened her eyes and saw Peter staring down at her again, but it was different this time. His eyes were wide, and instead of the love and confidence he'd shown earlier, he looked almost... scared. In an instant the moment was gone and reality came flooding back. Peter wouldn't have hesitated, not if he'd really wanted her. But it wasn't Peter on top of her, it was just Jet, playing her silly game for her. Faith placed her hands on his chest and pushed him off of her, perhaps a little harder than she'd planned. "Stop it," she cried, trying to hold back sobs as she fixed her bra. "You've ruined it. Just stop. Turn back." Jet fell back as if he had been stung, but Faith didn't even want to look at him. This was the first time it had gone so far between them, but the end was always the same. There was always something that reminded her that it was all just a fantasy, an illusion, and that nobody would ever love her for real. Faith jumped up and flew out of the room before Jet could see the tears welling up in her eyes. They spent the rest of the night apart. It wasn't until Faith got into bed that she saw him again. Back in his natural form, the little Zorua climbed up with her and snuggled up beside her. Without a word, Faith awkwardly wrapped an arm around him and pulled the pokemon closer. Then she slept. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ When she awoke the next morning, Jet was gone. Now that she'd had time to cool off, Faith began to feel guilty for the way she had treated him. It hadn't been his fault at all, she thought to herself. She had been the one who asked him to transform for her, and she couldn't blame him for not wanting to take things all the way. But what happened had happened, and all she could do now was hope that he wasn't mad at her. By midday, Jet still had not returned. That concerned Faith, but she tried to shrug it off for the time being. Instead of doting on her worries any further, the girl decided to start her daily training session. Jet wasn't her only pokemon, and although she felt closest to him, she made sure all of her little darlings got attention. Gathering up a few pokeballs, she put them into her backpack and left her house. The surrounding grasslands were teeming with wild pokemon, and Faith brought her team here often to fight. Beyond that, however, she loved the beauty of nature. She rarely ran into other people out here, and the solitude was soothing. It was just her and her pokemon; nobody else would bother them. As it turned out, however, today would be different. About halfway through her usual route, Faith stopped by the side of the path to have lunch. Sitting in the shade of one of the larger trees, she chewed her food and wondered when Jet would decide to come back. She had nearly finished her meal when the silence was suddenly broken. "Ummmm... excuse me... miss..." The timid voice came from behind her. Faith froze in mid bite. With her heart pounding in her chest, she turned to regard the source of the voice. A few yards away, behind the tree, stood a boy. He looked to be slightly younger than her and had his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark sweater. His head was tilted down slightly, and he shot her nervous glances from behind the bill of his baseball cap. For a while that felt longer than it really was they stared at each other, equally nervous, until the stranger spoke again. "Y-you probably don't know me," he said, then halted for a moment before going on. "But I've been watching you for a long time now. And... I just wanted to say... that you are the greatest and most pretty girl I've ever seen, and that you shouldn't be so self-conscious about yourself all the time! Because you're really really amazing!" The last few sentences burst out of him all at once, and when he had finished he seemed surprised at himself. Faith was even more surprised, however, and would have been rendered speechless had she not already been paralyzed by anxiety. This boy was quite handsome, and here he was, saying things that she never imagined another person would say or even think about her. She could already feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment, and the urge to grab all of her things and bolt for home - as she always did - was strong. But there was something else about the stranger. Something that struck her as oddly familiar. Despite her crippling shyness, she narrowed her eyes and tried to peek underneath the boy's hat to get a better look at his face. It was completely impossible, and yet Faith had a strange feeling about him. "Jet... is that you???" A look of panic spread across the young boy's face. "H-huh? What do you..." he stammered. Feeling a sense of confidence that was completely alien to her, Faith took a step forward. The boy fell back a step in response. Her suspicion growing, she questioned him further. "What's going on? Is that really you? Let me see your face!" The boy took another step backwards, but misjudged his footing. He teetered backwards and fell back onto the grass, causing him to pull his hands out of his pocket as he involuntarily tried to grab at the air in front of him. Instead of hands, however, he had paws; furry, black paws! Realizing his mistake, the boy hid them again, but it was too late. The deception was spoiled, and Faith came running up to him. "Jet, where have you been. I was really worried!" she scolded him. Then she tilted her head to the side in curiosity. "And... why do you look like that? Who have you been transforming into?" Knowing he was caught, the Zorua refused to meet his trainer's gaze, instead staring at the ground in front of him. "I didn't transform into anyone," he explained. "I... this one I made up myself. It's not anybody else. It's... me, I guess. But it's harder to just make something up instead of copying someone else... I can't change everything yet." He held his paws out again to emphasize the point. "But Jet... why would you want to trick me? Why did you say those... those silly things?" Faith demanded. Now the pokemon-turned-human looked up at her earnestly. "It wasn't silly! And it was the truth! The part about how you're amazing, I mean. I tried to transform because... I wanted to surprise you. And I didn't think you would believe me otherwise." His gaze dropped again. "You're always so nervous around the boys you liked... I thought maybe you would feel better if somebody approached you instead." Faith's cheeks were heating up again. "You really think those things about me?" Jet nodded his head. "Of course," he insisted. "I love you, Faith. But I'm just a pokemon." Then he fell silent, but Faith thought she understood what he meant. He was just a pokemon, so what would she care? That was the real reason he had tried to transform into his current form for her. Maybe that's why he'd always transformed for her. She felt ashamed that she'd never realized it until now. It must have been terrible for him, turning into other people so that she could be with them, all the while wishing he could just be himself. She sat down in the grass next to him and took his paw in her hands. "Thank you very much, Jet," she said. "For this... and for everything else too." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Now it was his turn to blush. "How did you know it was me, anyway?" he asked. "I don't know I just had a feeling,," Faith answered truthfully. "I guess maybe it was your voice? And your hair." She reached out and touched his hair where it stuck out from underneath his cap; it was the same color as his fur. "You actually look pretty cute, Jet. Way cuter than Peter." They silently stared into each other's eyes again, only this time the mood was much different. The anxiety and nervousness had been replaced with warmth and tenderness. Without realizing it, Faith and Jet found their lips drifting closer together, until at last they met. It was hardly the first time they had kissed; far from it. And yet, it still somehow felt like their first. After a few moments locked together, their lips parted and their tongues met, hesitantly at first, then more boldly. Jet eased down until he was lying flat on his back in the grass, and Faith followed him, straddling him and still kissing him passionately. She felt the Zorua's arms wrap around her waist, his paws on her back, and moaned into his mouth. When the kiss ended and Faith pulled away from him, she gasped. Jet's cap had fallen off of his head, revealing that his paws were not the only part of him that had remained unchanged - sticking out of his dark hair were a pair of very familiar ears. "Ears!" she squealed in delight. Her hands flew to them immediately, and she gave them a playful tug. "They're sooo cute!" "Ahh, don't, that tickles," Jet said. Faith ignored him completely and continued to play with the pokemon's furry black ears. She giggled mercilessly as he squirmed beneath her. As she straddled the transformed pokemon and roughhoused with him, Faith eventually became aware of a certain 'something' poking up against her rear end. Feeling mischievous, the girl pretended not to notice. While still playing with Jet's ears, against his protests, she began to slide her butt back and forth against the lump in his pants. Jet's eyes widened and his face flushed red. At first he said nothing, but began to respond to her motions with small jerks and thrusts of his own. After a little while though, with a shaky voice, he mumbled "Faith... be careful... you're..." Feeling an unfamiliar sense of excitement in the pit of her stomach, Faith came to a rest on top of him. "Do you like it?" she asked him breathlessly. "Yes," Jet admitted. She wanted to continue, and she knew he wanted it too. But for a moment, she hesitated. She thought back to all of the times they had fooled around, Jet pretending to be other boys and Faith losing herself in the fantasy. She thought back to last night, to that thrilling moment when she had allowed herself to think that Peter had wanted her, and then the moment of crushing embarrassment when she had been brought back to reality. Her feelings then had been wrong in more ways than one. Jet had been scared because he DID want her. And now it was up to her to take the next step. Silently, Faith took hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She tossed the garment aside, gently took his paws in her hands, and guided them to her bare breasts. The Zorua gulped, but didn't pull back. Faith shivered; his fur and rubbery paw pads felt odd on her nipples, but no less exciting than a human hand. As Jet built up enough courage to rub his paws against her, Faith pushed her hands underneath the Zorua's shirt and felt his bare skin. She let her fingers play across his muscular frame, finding his nipples and rubbing playfully in imitation of what he was doing to her; then she withdrew her hands and began to unbutton his pants. When Faith climbed off of his legs and moved to kneel beside him, Jet was reluctantly forced to remove his paws from her chest. Faith was intent on disrobing him, however, and the pokemon shifted slightly to help her pull his pants all the way down. The girl gasped in surprise again when Jet's canine penis sprung into full view. Like his ears and paws, this part of his body remained untransformed. And that wasn't all: tucked away inside of his pants was one more surprise. The Zorua's fluffy black tail remained as well! Jet seemed to be in some distress as his most intimate parts were exposed before his trainer. He fidgeted, pressing his paws together and looking to the side. "I'm sorry, i-it's not what you were expecting..." he said. It was indeed not what she had expected, but Faith found herself strangely drawn to the canine shaft. Without a word, she reached out and gripped it cautiously. At her touch, Jet's body stiffened and he let out a sharp gasp. Smirking slightly, Faith began to rub his penis up and down. As her pace quickened, the Zorua's body began to respond almost automatically, his hips pushing up against her hand in time with her rhythmic stroking. His reactions pleased her. Soon her hand was a blur, and Jet was panting heavily. Slick pre-cum beaded on the tip of his canine cock; it dripped down onto her hand and was quickly turned into a makeshift lubricant. Faith gazed wide-eyed at his crotch, fascinated and completely absorbed by the pleasure she was able to give him. Suddenly his paws flew to her hand. "Faith, s-stop," he said urgently. "I'm gonna cum." But Faith didn't stop. Instead she sped up. The strained tone in his voice, his tail swishing wildly between his legs, his cock pulsating in her grip, its base beginning to swell into a large round ball - she knew enough about his anatomy to know that it was called a knot; she knew that his body wanted this, and she wanted to make it happen. Still working one hand up and down his shaft, Faith's other hand moved to stroke and squeeze his growing knot. Moments later, the Zorua's body stiffened, and he let out a loud yelp. A thick stream of white cum rocketed straight up into the air. Before it had landed, it was followed by another thick spurt. Then it spattered down; on his shirt, her hand, the grass beside them. Faith even thought that she felt some lant in her hair, but she didn't stop jerking his cock until she had milked him of every last drop. "Faith," the pokemon moaned appreciatively, his body slack and his eyes closed. Rivulets of thick, warm semen dripped down Jet's shaft and between Faith's fingers. She gave the pokemon's cock a few more slow, sensuous pumps. Then she let go and sat back, proud of her work. The two of them were a mess. The Zorua's clothing now bore several white stains. Looking down at herself, Faith realized that several large dollops of cum and spattered against her bare chest, and there was indeed a bit in her hair. Curiosity taking hold of her, the girl brought one hand to her lips and dabbed her tongue against the gooey white substance. It was salty, almost spicy. Faith took a great big lick, followed by another. Slowly but surely, she cleaned her hands of her lover's juices, then scooped up the cum that had hit her chest and swallowed that too. When she was clean - mostly - she licked her lips in satisfaction. Jet had been watching her. When she looked back at him, she smiled at him, and he returned it sheepishly. "Faith..." he said said nervously. "I want to make you feel good too." "You've already made me feel good," Faith replied. But the pokemon wasn't satisfied with that. Now daring to seize the initiative himself, Jet rose up from the ground and put his paws on Faith's shoulders, indicating that it was her turn to lie down now. Unbuttoning her pants proved to be somewhat difficult for him in his current form, however, and with a giggle the girl pushed his paws away from her pants and unbuttoned them herself. Once the hard work was done, she allowed Jet to take over again, and he pulled them - and her panties - down and off. She lay before him now, totally naked. The exposure made her feel self-conscious despite herself, and her hands instinctively moved to cover the tender spot between her legs. Jet stopped, staring, and for a moment Faith thought that he would be too nervous to continue. But then he spoke to her, saying "Faith... you're so beautiful." It was a line he had said over and over, wearing the illusion of someone else. But today the words were his. Laying his paws on her hands, he moved them to the side, then gently pushed her legs apart to reveal her pussy. Faith felt herself blush, but it was as much from anticipation and excitement as anything else. With butterflies in her tummy, she lay her head down and shut her eyes tight. A few moments later, she felt his breath against her inner thighs. Then something warm and wet touched her lips. It moved upward, smooth and rough at the same time, until it reached her clit. Faith almost cried out, but she restrained herself. Jet repeated the action again, more forcefully this time, his tongue dragging against her labia until he reached her sensitive clit. Now the girl did let out a moan. She reached down and buried her fingers in her lover's hair, searching until she found his ears and then latching onto them. The pokemon-turned-boy lapped at her pussy excitedly, his tongue pushing its way inside of her, searching between her intimate folds. Faith shuddered at the touch, pressing her pelvis against his mouth while pushing him down against her at the same time. Her obvious desire spurred him onward, each little thrust of her body and squeeze of her fingers and legs directing him without words to do exactly what made her feel best. It was more wonderful than Faith could have ever imagined. HE was more wonderful than she had ever imagined. "Jet. Jeeettttt, it feels so good," the girl crooned, stroking his furry ears lovingly. Her voice shook. "I w-want you... to take me. Please, now, I need you." After a few more laps, Jet pulled away from her pussy, his lips and chin soaked with her juices. Faith scratched him behind his ears, then threw her legs wide open, leaving no room for doubt as to what she wanted. Nodding silently, the Zorua crawled up over her on all fours. Faith glanced down between their bodies and saw that Jet's shiny red penis was poking straight out again. Reaching down between them, she took hold of it and guided him towards her entrance. The tip teased against her slit, and Faith gave it a little tug. Jet's body hovered over her, his paws resting in the grass on either side of her and his ears perked up. Over his shoulders she could just barely see the tip of his tail as it waved from side to side. He gazed down at her, his eyes telling her that this was all he'd ever wanted. Then he pushed forward, his canine cock sliding between her fingers and into the tight confines of her body. With one fluid motion, their mutual virginity evaporated, and they were joined. His thrusts were awkward at first, but they were both enthusiastic, and she shifted underneath him to give him a better angle. Faith gasped as the Zorua buried his thick cock deep into her slit; she raised her legs and clung to her pokemon lover, encouraging him. With her help, Jet found his rhythm. His thrusts became quicker and stronger, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her vagina. Faith hugged him tight; she pulled him down against her and kissed him passionately, her tongue seeking his. Their coupling was the perfect expression of love and lust, titillation of both body and soul. Due to Jet's earlier tonguework, Faith was already on edge. Now the feeling of his cock vigorously thrusting through her tight pussy was threatening to push her off of it. It was a feeling she did not, could not, fight. It felt as though tiny waves were rippling through her body from head to toe; then, without warning, the waves broke and crashed against her very core. It felt as though she had lost all control of her body as her muscles began to tighten and spasm, her arms and legs squeezing Jet relentlessly at the same time that the walls of her pussy squeezed at his cock. She moaned desperately into his mouth, kissing and groping him wantonly in an orgasmic fury that was unlike anything she had experienced before. It was almost too much, but she didn't want it to stop. Jet didn't want it to stop either. His trainer's ecstasy was etched into every fiber of her being. He kissed her, nibbling her tongue and running his tongue across her lips, and at the same time plunged his canine cock into her hard and fast. Her powerful inner muscles squeezed and massaged him, begging to receive his load, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. No, instead he put all of his effort into prolonging Faith's orgasm. A second orgasm overtook Faith, starting just as soon as the first had begun to ebb. Again her body was rocked by intense pleasure, physical and emotional. Pushing her pelvis up against each of Jet's thrusts, she squealed. But it wasn't enough that she was cumming; she wanted to feel Jet cumming again too. Summoning all of her resolve, she put her hands on his shoulders and pulled her lips away from his. "I love you Jet," she moaned. The sound of her own voice, heavy with desire, surprised her. "I love you so much. Please cum in me!" "I love you too!" Jet whispered back. He panted, redoubling his efforts, fucking her with all of his strength. Faith could feel it: the knot at the base of his cock swelling again. The oversized ball pressed against the entrance to her pussy, straining to bury itself with each thrust of the pokemon's hips. It felt so big that for a moment the girl was afraid it wouldn't fit, and she spread her legs wide in desperation. Then, with a wet pop, it slid firmly inside, and she almost laughed in relief. Jet cried out, giving several more deep thrusts as best he could, and they were knotted; stuck together, pokemon and human, as intimately as they could be. Faith's orgasming pussy clamped down around the huge ball, and she felt it throb inside of her. Then she felt a warmth fill her, and she knew that he was cumming. Tears streamed down her face and she held onto her lover tightly, never wanting to let him go. She kissed his cheeks, his nose, his lips over and over, her hands running through his hair and over his ears. Jet's eyes were closed tightly and his mouth hung open as he filled her full of his seed, the transformed pokemon's knot making sure that not a drop was spilled. It was impossible for either of them to tell how long they laid together like that. Jet's orgasm ended first, but Faith's continued on; she couldn't tell if it was still her second, or her third, or maybe even a fourth. She just lay there, clinging to Jet as though he were the only thing in her entire world, until the waves finally began to fade, replaced with a warm fuzziness that spread throughout her entire body. Jet, of course, could go nowhere; his knot locked him in place on top of her. Faith could still feel him filling her up. It felt wonderful. "Was it okay?" Jet finally asked. Faith nodded her head wearily. "It was better than anything," she sighed. The Zorua leaned his head down and, quite unexpectedly, licked her cheek. Faith's eyes shot open and they looked at each other for a moment, until the girl burst out laughing. It was supposed to be a kiss, she realized, but he'd kissed her like a pokemon, not a human. "You're still a Zorua, after all!" she said between laughs. "Sorry," Jet said sheepishly. "It just came naturally." "I love you either way," Faith reassured him. Then she craned her neck up and licked his cheek in return. The Zorua's tail wagged happily, and she hugged him tightly. There was no reason for her to feel shy anymore. She had been loved all along.

The Story of the Cat and the Mouse by spug

**The Story of the Cat and the Mouse** RP Fic By Spug & Bianca Marou **Genre:** Batman **Pairing:** Gordon X Wesker **Rating:** NC-17 **Warnings:** Anthro, Yiff, Language, Misuse of Food **Summery:** Anthro Setting. The Ventriloquist gets a day off for good behavior, Commissioner Gordon takes him to

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**The Story of the Cat and the Mouse** RP Fic By Spug & Bianca Marou **Genre:** Batman **Pairing:** Gordon X Wesker **Rating:** NC-17 **Warnings:** Anthro, Yiff, Language, Misuse of Food **Summery:** Anthro Setting. The Ventriloquist gets a day off for good behavior, Commissioner Gordon takes him to the Park. And then.. **Cameos:** Dr. Arkham, Bullock, Jerry, Montoya, & The Mad Hatter **Wesker:** If glass eyes could have held any other emotion save for the shadowed and almost empty reflection of what was stared into them, one would have bet those lifeless pupils would have seethed utter loathing. "Run dis gy me again? Why's 'e gettin' tah parade around dah Gurg 'n I's have tah stay in yer dusty cagnet?" The Stork adjusted his frames and stared down at the gangster dressed wooden rat dummy and quoted matter-of-factly. "Because Mr. Scarface, Mr. Wesker has behaved, you.. on the other hand, are utterly hopeless. Are you ready Arnold? Just hand Mr. Scarface to me." Dr. Arkham spread wing tips out toward the tiny mouse that stood next to the receptionist desk. Six full months of good behavior. Six full months of no escape attempts, no fighting and taking his medication, and what did Arkham Asylum award it's prized pampered crazies with? A day out! Freedom! Well.. with an armed escort of course. Kindly volunteered from the police department. But still a Day out. Shouldn't this rodent have worn a more chipper expression? Yet Arnold Wesker's maw was pulled in a flat line, exposing the gnawing tooth. Glasses reflecting and sheening in the bright office florescent lighting. Brows were canted with worry on his albino white furred face. Rounded mousy ears slightly lowered. He'd been dressed up in his best. Tuxedo, bow-tie, even his fashionable bowler hat. But his naked pink tail was drooping. "Mr. Wesker?" There were two reasons for the mouse to be vaguely put out of place. One was the worry that his escort was going to be that.. swine that was always eating donuts. Oh my yes, that mammal scared him a bit. And the other. "Are you sure.. Mr. S-Scarface can't come?" Lip was pulled behind that jutted white tooth. Dr. Arkham sighed and rubbed his bill. "No, Arnold." "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" **Gordon:** He paced at the front of Arkham Asylum's lobby in front of the desk. He could hear the faint sound of a radio as the receptionist listened to some sort of lazy sounding oldies station. I wonder if it's too late to call this whole thing off, there are a million more things that I could be doing right now. Swish Swish Swish. The really rich thing would be if they sent that Hyena out. Of course, though, realistically he'd never get off on good behavior. Meanness was built right into every last miscolored hair of that creatures hide. Or the Riddler, perhaps. The migraines that weasel would give him. Swish Swish Swish. He twitched his ears trying to hear who it could be, bushy thick whiskers wiggling as he tried to smell the air. Damn! I can't tell who it is coming through the door. In nervousness his licked the fingers of his paw and ran them back through his hair, before starting another trip back to the other side of the desk. Swish Swish Swish. Maybe it wasn't too late. Perhaps he would have the opportunity to call it off and get a replacement for the person tomorrow. He turned to go to the receptionist and ask her about this, and- Swish Swish KLONK! A book and a multitude of magazines upon it fell from a waiting room table as his huge, bushy tail flicked into it awkwardly, scattering across the floor. "Dammit!" He cursed, rushing to pick up the mess. Okay, I get this cleaned up, then I have them tell them someone'll come in tomorrow. I'll offer Bullock and Montoya extra sick days for it. Yes, that'll work. He arranged them neatly in his paws and put them on top of the book, back turned toward the hall that Wesker was being brought down. **Wesker:** Pink lined ears swirled to the crashing that came from the lobby as light footsteps that wouldn't have normally sounded had he not been wearing shoes with heels. It's that pig. I know it is. He'll make me sit in his car why he sips coffee and snort at me if I move too much. Wesker moved the fingers on his right paw, now free of Mr. Scarface open and close against his palm. He banked slightly and Dr. Arkham placed a wing on his shoulder. "Don't be nervous, you'll have a great time. " His other wing was behind his long back, keeping the Dummy out of the small rodents view. "And don't you worry about Mr. Scarface, he'll be right here when you get ba--" The Stork trailed off as they entered the lobby. Wesker's ears swiveled in confusion as he was greeted with fluffy... white tail. A very big fluffy white tail swinging all around as it's owner was stooped over picking up magazines. Maw parted slightly and head tilted. Long brown coat.. why this was... "So is it dah swine or what?" Scarface's voice bit behind Dr. Arkham rather bored. The Stork cough and tucked the Dummy under his coat. "Commissioner, how are you? Do you need help with that?" Commissioner James Gordon. Well HIM Wesker had not expected. Not at all. **Gordon:**"Huh?" Gordon stood, his tail still swishing awkwardly as he finished. Well it's too late now, but it's... Hey, it's the Ventriloquist. Without the puppet this day should go along smooth enough. "No, actually, I just took care of it," he gave sort of a nervous chuckle and glanced over at the receptionist. His face lost it's smile. She was just sitting there, completely oblivious, gecko tongue helpin her blow a large bubble before she turned the page to the files she was reading. Well, it's nice to know how secure Arkham can be. He looked back toward Dr. Arkham. "Well, is this our guy?" He walked over to Wesker, towering over him. Well, now that he thought about it, he was a lot taller than Wesker. More than he ever realized from a distance or seeing him brought out of a patrol car. I must look enormous from down there. He kneeled, leaning his elbow on his knee so he was looking up at the mouse slightly. Age was catching up with the old cat, he had to grunt a little on his way down, but he didn't seem pained when he was resting. "So, Mr. Wesker, did you have any plans today? Anywhere in particular you wanted me to take you? ...That's legal of course," He added, grin making his bushy whiskers fluff up. **Wesker:**"H-hello Mr. Gordon." The mouse said rather softly, craning his head upward at the tall cat till the Commissioner decided that kneeling would be a better ideal. How's the weather up there? His brain quarried. Warrant a chuckle, no Wesker just sniffed. The rodent's face followed along as Gordon took his new position and came eye to eye with the schizophrenic mouse. Glasses hid all the emotion of his eyes. But ears and nose were a different story. Those satellite items swiveled back a little and his nose wiggled nervously. It perhaps could have been just natural rodent - feline charisma. Pink tongue darted over his lips and he shifted a shoe almost like a child would against the ground. "Maybe... Maybe the p-park.. I d-don't really have a plan, anywhere you think is nice. " Honestly, as long as he got to go out. It would be nice. Since it wasn't that hog, it was bound to be somewhat enjoyable. After all, Gordon didn't seem like a bad feline. "Oh you'll have a wonderful time. Just remember, back by six. Any problems, just bring him in early." The Stock nudged the mouse again and Wesker's belly brushed against Gordon's knees. He stammered slightly, going to apologize but atlas interrupted. "DUMMY! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME 'ERE 'ND GO THE FUCK OFF!" The stork actually jumped as the mouse threw his voice. "Goodness." Scarface clattered to the ground behind him. Ears snapped to the sound of wood hitting ground and the mouse turned tail, literally, the pink thing nearly slapped the feline in the face. "A-are you sure Mr. S-scarface can't come?" **Gordon:** He rose to his feet, nodding as he went. "That shouldn't be a problem, Dr. Arkham. I-" The huge feline hissed between his teeth slightly at the sound of the dummy's voice, eyes widening in alarm and turning toward the sound of the clatter. His own ears wiggled every which way at the surprising conversation with himself. "Um... How about us hurry on our way to the park, huh? I don't think Mr. Scarface would like grass stains in his suit." He put an arm around Wesker's shoulders and turned him toward the door, pushing him slightly to encourage him to keep walking. "Hey, I bet the food in here isn't all that great all the time, how about I get you a hot dog or something while we're at the park?" He walked toward the front doors. Oh please don't let it talk anymore, hide the thing, Dr. Arkham! You'd almost think that Gordon was thinking of the puppet independently from Arnold with that reaction. His swishing tail became so agitated that the fluff came up and puffed at the back of Arnold's head every once in a while, fur tickling at his mousy ears. "Bosses you around a lot, doesn't he?" He said once the door was closed behind them. **Wesker:** Oh God. Mr. Scarface was so angry. He yelled a lot, but like that. Wesker almost wanted to balk and run down the hallway back to his cell right then. A day out wouldn't be worth the torment he'd get when he returned. Would it? No choice, big feline arm was around his shoulders and he was heading for the door. For a moment the rodent pressed back against the inside of that coated arm. Scarface could still be heard growling as Arkham scoped the dummy up and took off down the hallway with it. As soon as the door was clicked shut behind them, Wesker let out a sigh and his head sunk a bit. Ears flickering instinctively to the tickling fur that was bushing up against them. "Y-yes." Slowly Arnold tilted his head up at the feline, brows were canted sad. "B-but I d-deserve it.. I guess, It's not really fair he has to stay, even if he didn't behave." A paw reached up and he scratched at his little pink nose and took a few steps forward, not wanting to keep pressing back into the felines arm. "I'd like a hotdog, thank you, that would be nice." His gaze shifted out toward the gate. What would they ride in? A police car, or the Commissioners own. I hope it's not a police car. It was a nice day. Not too hot, A light breeze made his white fur and bow tie ruffle. He looked.. completely innocent. Certainly not like he belong in that nut house they'd just exited. But looks were so deceiving. After all, this large ( he'd say enormous, but he rode around on Charles Dales' shoulders quite a bit, now that was enormous, a damn nose bleed! ) feline taking him for his reward day? Tiger without stripes, or just a sweet kitten? This mouse would hope for the latter. **Gordon:** Fortunately for Wesker, it was indeed the Commissioner's car, complete with siren in the glove box and radio set in case of emergency. It was an older model brown boat of a thing, but still in nice shape. "Well, you were good, so you get to go out, and he was bad, so he has to stay. I think that makes sense to me." Like a giant feather duster that thing tapped against Wesker's back, running up and down the other's bald pink tail. Obviously the Commissioner had a lot of issues on his mind. There had to have been to make him swish his tail that much. His face is so sad, maybe he really needs this. "I need a little break from work anyway, how about we make the most of our day?" He nodded toward his vehicle through the gate as they reached it. "See that ugly piece of crap? That'll be the H.M.S. Oldsmobile and I'll be your captain this evening, I hope you enjoy the entertainment aboard the ship and feel free to refer to any of the helpful staff... all one of them." It was a lame attempt at a joke, but it was something to put the little mouse at ease. Obviously his kittens must have warped his sense of humor. **Wesker:** It could have been the Flintstones car and he could have rubble-rubbled his way along the floor, anything but riding in a marked police car was good as gold. Those round ears shifted forward as he looked over toward the hunking brown vehicle and listened to the large feline crack a poor joke in his favor. That's sweet. A slow chuckle left the mouse and he took a deep breath as they walked toward the car and looked over his shoulder at the feline. Maybe this day without Scarface won't be so bad. It sounds like he's going to keep me safe and try to enjoy my company, boring as I may be. "I'm sure I'll have a great t-time thank yo-umph" Big ol fluffy white tail smacked right into his little muzzle as he turned his face to talk to the feline. Not hard enough to hurt but he did jolt back a bit in surprise. Oh my that was.. nose wiggled. He could still feel the soft fur that had slipped across the delicate smelling item. Nose Wiggled. Okay.. Not hurt just.. Nose wig- "Chu!" Sneeze! And Again. "Chu!" "Chu!" "Chu!" Each time his head shook, and glasses slipped down his nose, exposing blurry blue. "Chu!" It was just the tiniest squeaking little thing too. "Chu!" **Gordon:** Gordon turned away, thankfully ridding Wesker of that damned annoyance under his wiggly little pink nose. A thick, white digit planted itself in the middle of Wesker's glasses and pushed them up on his nose. He does have pretty eyes. The thought crossed his mind briefly before his pushing finger concealed them again behind the thick lenses once more. Swish Swish Swish his tail patted the door. "You can hop in the passenger side, I'll hop in the driver's side, and maybe if you're really good in a while you can get out for good." The sneezing, now that he thought about it, had been kinda cute, too. No Gordon, don't go thinking things like that about your ward. As he got in he had to move his tail to wrap his lap and buckle it down so it didn't flail about and get in his way as he drove. He did it quickly, like he was used to it, but it looked a little awkward when he was done, like he'd strapped one of those overly fuzzy pillows to his lap. "...Okay, park, hotdogs, anything else?" **Wesker:** Big fluffy finger to the rescue! Another sneeze like that and those glasses might of ended up on the ground. Another wrinkle of his nose and the mouse sniffed lightly and nodded his thanks to the large feline. "O-kay." He did as he was instructed. Stepping around the vehicle and climbed into the passenger seat. He sat down carefully, letting his own little naked tail curl next to him as he pulled the seatbelt across his chest and lap and buckled it. He wiggled to get the chest harness out of his face and then turned to look at Gordon. How does he get around with such a behemoth tail? Wesker blinked under his glasses and just stared at the felines buckled down back-swisher. If my tail was that big I'd be falling over it, even compared to his body. My Goodness. At least it's soft. Unlike his own tail, which actually stung if he whipped it around too hard. I wonder what else he's knocked over with that thing... you're staring at his lap. Wesker felt the skin under his white cheeks starting to mildly burn and he quickly turned his attention to the dash board and nibbled his lip. "I'm not really sure.. I think the parks good for now, I think about it while we're there. " Park. With green grass and the pond. He'd always liked going there, Mr. Scarface so rarely let him. **Gordon:** He's looking at your lap. Curse that thing for being in the way all the time. Just had to swish it under his nose. His own skin blushed, beaming through his fur slightly. "Park then, very well." He started to drive. He glanced over at the small mouse in the seat next to him. He reminds me of a kid at a playground who's sad because no one'll play with him. I suppose that's why he has Scarface. He's the tough kid to watch over him when other kids are picking on him. "How long has it been since you've been there, because they've added another fountain there-" that someone was killed by last week "-and some of the fruit trees are starting to turn-" the reports said that leaves kept covering up evidence. It was sad, now that he thought about it. Most of the nice changes in the city of Gotham were always seen through a Crimson haze for him. It was altogether depressing anymore to go anywhere. Maybe going with a fresh pair of eyes could cheer it up a little for him. **Wesker:** Funny how you miss little details like the cracks in a glove department when you don't bother to stare at them, or how the car smelled a bit too much like paperwork and coffee. The feline fur smelt the same way, but in a nicer fresher way. Not the stale grinded in seat of a coffee stain ground into the floor boards. He's talking to you, pay attention. The mouse finally jerked his attention back up to the feline. He caught the tell-tale signs of the blush fading away under those fluffy white cheeks. A head tilt and his brows flurried up. "Not in two years." With Socko. He didn't bother to mention that part. Socko had been much nicer, wanted lesser crimes, just liked to go to the park and feed the.. "Are the Ducks still coming around?" Ears perked up at the sound of the new fountain. That sounded nice. If they did, he could sit with Gordon and watch them awhile, fed them some of his hotdog bun. These little thoughts brightened the mouse up a little bit, his shoulders straightened and he raised his chin to look out the car window now. His tail flickered a bit and the tip brushed against the feline's thigh. For a moment he just stared out the window before slowly turning back to Gordon. He licked his maw and his pink nose crinkled. "You don't have to keep me out the whole time, if you don't want too, I know this is probably a burden, I think just a trip to the park will suffice. " **Gordon:** Really, was it a burden? When he'd set out that morning, he'd fully expected it to be. But no, it was hardly a burden.... Well, it might have been if it had been some other inmate. But this was Arnold Wesker, and he was completely saaAAAAAAAAA- His back tensed up as the tail tickled his thigh and made his own bush up underneath the seatbelt. He squirmed and tried to discretely wiggle away from it. Luckily the thicker tail was hiding any reactions that he was having. The park wasn't far, and it wasn't long before they saw it. "See?" He nodded toward ducks in the sky. "There're still some here." There was a smile in his voice. Far different from the gruff, demanding voice he used before the press and captured criminals. "Do you want to go and see them?" **Wesker:** Ah yes, Wesker had that light innocence about him. It might have been all a subconscious act, with what he'd been through in his life, there was just no way in hell could have maintained that much naivety. No, the mouse was just timid, kind, everything the gnarling snarling EVIL personality he'd left back at the Asylum wasn't. To tell the truth, had he known his tail was causing the feline cop some 'discomfort' he'd have held the damn thing in his paw the rest of the day. Those ears rotated completely forward when Gordon pointed out the ducks and Wesker actually gave a little squeak. "Yes please, I would like that very much." He was already unbuckling himself as the car came to park well.. in the park's .. parking lot. Once the commissioner killed the engine the rodent slipped out of the car and stretched a moment. Glasses reflected the sunlight as he looked about. The air smells nice. No medication. No slate glass, or plastic chairs. At least for his credit he didn't bounce up and down like a giddy child while he waited for the feline to walk around the car. He didn't take off running. His chest tightened a little as a family of hares walked past him. What if someone recognize me and panics? Though honestly, without Scarface, rarely did furs notice him. With things like Joker Gas and killer plants rampaging around, there was hardly room for a Ventriloquist and his Mob Boss Dummy on the front page of the Gotham Times. **Gordon:** Gordon pressed the button to lock the doors, then closed his loudly. While Wesker sans dummy had little to worry about recognition, the large feline had a little more to worry about. The last thing he needed while chaperoning an Arkham resident was to have some fussy housewife wanting to spout political rhetoric about the police's responsibility in the latest crime spree, or some small time reporter to suddenly stall him for an interview. Between the slit up the back of his coat, his now free tail caught up fallen leaves as he walked around the car to Wesker's side. He joined the white little rodent on the other side, leaned down, and pointed toward the hotdog vending cart. "How about we go over there and get something to eat first, then we can go on to that bench way over there by the fountain. That way we won't get pinged in the head by a frisbee-" or recognized by the multitudes of people that come here every day. He led him over to the vendor again, once more putting an arm around his shoulders and patting his back. He did seem a little nervous to be going out into the open, be in the company of a cop, AND be without his grainy foul-mouthed security blanket. He removed it long enough to order them two hot dogs, get out his wallet, and pay for it, and take them from the warthog ironically peddling them to hand one down to the mouse. His arm returned around the shoulders then, and half hiding him from the public with his much larger form, as he walked them toward the bench. The bench, far from the little bicycle trail and open area of grass, was right next to the fountain. In it, a group of ducks loudly quacked and flung water at one another with their wings. A few dipped under. Gordon cast a glance over to where a shooting had recently occurred, noting the chalk had mostly washed away. **Wesker:** The rat dummy tended to be a lot more then just Wesker's security blanket. It was his whole world after all. Kept him alive, kept him relatively safe, gave him protection in a world that was utterly out to eat his little mousy ass for dinner. Yet, with Gordon's shadow watching over him as they headed for the hotdog cart, Wesker didn't feel so paranoid. The large feline might of been a cop, but he was his protector for the day. If something did go wrong, at least having a cop around would be a good thing in that matter. He's big, he's strong. If someone tries to hurt you, he can arrest them. The mouse tilted his head up at Gordon as the feline bought the hot dogs and gave him the lightest of smiles. Yes, today will be okay. I hope. Wesker settled about a foot and a half away from Gordon on the bench, little paws holding onto his hot dog. Tail was curled to the side toward the large feline. A little mustard was leaking onto one of his paws, but he was too busy watching the Ducks play and splash in the pond to notice. He loved the ducks. He could watch them for hours. He knew he didn't have hours today, so he was just going to have to make the most of it. The fading chalk outline was something he entirely missed noticing. Without Scarface here to note the grim in the gleam, it was just a happy park. A duck jumped on the rim of the fountain and Wesker ears snapped forward. He tilted his head at the bird and then slowly began pulling a small piece of bun off his hotdog. With a little toss, he landed it near the duck, who happily quaked and snatched it up. Whoops. The other ducks noticed and came waddling around to that side of fountain. Well! Wesker wasn't the type to let any duck not have a piece. So he began peeling off more bread. Unfortunately after about six ducks, the mouse was left with no bun and just a mustard covered hot dog in one paw. But he didn't seem to mind. **Gordon:** The smile was returned with another bunch of bushy whiskers and a tail swish at the bench, watching him happily feeding the ducks around them. He couldn't tell who was happier for a moment, the little inmate, or the quacking creatures pleading for food. He almost forgot briefly that Wesker was a criminal. His tail slipped through the back and bottom pieces of the bench to swish around, infuriating some butterflies that were trying to get a meal behind the bench as the flowers they were on ended up having some petals thrown into the air. He looked upon the smiling face of the little mouse, his ears perked in more than discomfort. He liked that look, it really did seem like taking the day out... of... his... hard working... schedule... um.... What's he doing with the hotdog? He squirmed a little when Wesker held the food against his dainty maw. It had been a while...since... well... anything really. Even Barbara had given up hope on fixing him up with anyone. He felt fabric tug at his thighs, glanced down, then quickly crossed his legs. **Wesker:** That swishing tail behind the beach was creating a little breeze. Wesker would have to remember if he got too hot, he'd just have to stand behind the big feline, that tail always seemed to be going a mile a minute. It made his own seem so lifeless and timid just laying there next to him on the bench. The Ducks quacked at him for more bread and the mouse chuckled lightly at them. "I'm sorry, I don't have any more." He didn't think they'd like the hot dog meat, and he was a little hungry. The small mouse looked over at the feline cop for a moment. Gordon looked a little uncomfortable. Probably hot in that oversized jacket? Wesker wrinkled his nose a bit at feline and gave him another thankful grin before turning his attention back to his hotdog. Ack! You're getting mustard on your tuxedo! That stuff is going to stain. Eat. Eat! His tail flickered for a moment of panic at the yellow goo that had landed on one of his thighs, the pink thing snapped and brushed the other's leg as Wesker parted his mouth and shoved as much of the meat into his mouth he could in one bite. He chewed while looking back at the still quacking ducks with a swivel of ears. Swallow, another bite. Chew. Look. Swallow. The last of the hot dog disappeared into his mouth with a lick to his thumb pad. Now honestly, that had looked a little promiscuous, but it had been completely innocent. Really. Even as he finished chewing and set about cleaning his paw of the mustard with little licks. It was just care to not smear mustard on his clothing. **Gordon:** He was indeed getting hot under that upturned collar. Sweat dampened his fur slightly as he watched him carefully, down to that pink tongue darting out of his mouth to lap up the yellow bits of mustard. The tail was not longer moving as quickly as before. It was more like a pendulum. Tap to one side. Tap to the other. Tap back. Even steady beat to it. He looked over the small muzzle and his whiskers twitched slightly. His eyes wondered down. Button, to button, to button. When he reached his pants, though, that glaring bit of condiment on Wesker's thigh caught his attention. Instinct almost took hold, then he caught himself. No, not your tongue! Napkins! He reached into his pocket for a wad of napkins and unfolded one. "Wait, you have some on you," he said, dropping his hand to his thigh to wipe it up. You're feeling his thigh! He jerked his hand up from the warm leg. "Oh, uh..." he hesitated between cleaning him off again and pulling his hand back altogether, before putting the napkin in Wesker's dainty mouse paws. "Here." You would have liked to have cleaned it up, wouldn't you. His eyes widened at his own thoughts, cheeks blushing brightly under his fur. **Wesker:** Poor feline, Wesker honestly wasn't trying to make him tent right out in the opening! It was just mustard minus bun equaled a mess! He'd been so busy getting the last of the yellow off his paw that Gordon's leaning in to clean up the stain on his thigh startled him a bit. He squeaked lightly when the big white paw landed on his leg. Wesker paused in mid lick and stared at that paw for a moment, pink little tongue sticking out of his mouth. What is he doing? Did he fall? Oh the strain! "Y-yes.. sorry!" The mouse stammered with a final lick. The odd thing was, he actually spread those said thighs as if he was going to allow Gordon to just clean it up. Use to doctors and nurses swiping at him perhaps? But the feline just handed him the napkin instead. "T-thank you. I uh guess I should have eaten the hot dog b-before I fed the bread to the ducks." He dampened the napkin on his tongue before rubbing the yellow stain on his pants till it faded away. When he finished he looked back up at Gordon, crumbling up the napkin in his paws. The feline looked even hotter now. Poor guy. All that thick white fur must have been a bitch in the summer. Yet, Wesker bet he was nice and warm on some of Gotham's chiller nights. Bet it's as soft as it looks too. He blinked under his glasses and then looked past the fountain toward a couple of shade trees and then pointed with his other hand. "D-do you want to move over there? You look very hot right now.. I mean.. it's hot, the shade's p-probably better. " **Gordon:**"I look hot?" You're sweating! "O-Oh, I look hot!" He glanced down at the slightly damp cloth under his tie, stretching out his paws as he did so. He chuckled a little to himself, hiding his embarrassment. "I think that might be a good idea." He started to pull off his coat, shoulders rolling out from under the fabric. The give of thigh as he'd tried to clean it, the gentle parting of legs, flickered through his mind. He decided to roll up his shirt sleeves too and drape the coat over them so he could uncross his legs and rise with something in front of him. The last thing he wanted was the little mouse to scurry back to Arkham with horror stories about how the big bad commissioner was sporting a big stiffy in his trousers the entire outing. He waited for Wesker to rise, but instead of holding his shoulders this time he chose simply to clutch at his coat in front of him. "It is a little bright out here, anyway," he commented offhandedly, fanning himself with his tail tip. **Wesker:** The thing was, would he run back to Arkham and flap his maw, or would he find himself staring at it? Honestly, it had been forever for the mouse as well. It was just a good thing he didn't usually think about those kinds of out of reach pleasures. After all, he spent half his time in an asylum, and the other half helping run a mob. But now that he had a little free time. He is kinda hot. And not just sweaty-type. Mgh! Don't think like that. He stood and nodded to Gordon as he started to walk toward the shade trees. Taking his time so it wouldn't appear that he was hurrying away from the feline. He slowly shrugged out of his own overcoat as they walked, exposing slim shoulders and white clad back to the world. His tail hooked up slightly as he walked, to keep the tip from dragging on the ground. When the reached the trees, the mouse found a comfortable spot on the grass and settled himself down into nice seated position and waited for Gordon to join him. The feline still looked pretty put out. The mouse nibbled his lip as he looked up at him. Maybe he's got more important things to do. You shouldn't keep him out here too long. Besides, the longer you're out, the more Scarface will be angry with you. But was it so bad he was enjoying the commissioners company? True the big feline was a bit unorthodox, and he was a little worried he was going to fall on him. Gordon was still the NICEST fur he'd gotten to spend time with that wasn't trying to prescribe him medication or to dig into his damaged psyche. "Have you taking any of the other inmates out, or am I your first?" The small mouse puzzled the cat for some idle conversation. **Gordon:** The coat slid off the shirt slickly, drawing Gordon's eyes to the frail frame beneath. I bet he was a real heartthrob when he was younger, from how nice he looks now. The way that shoulders sloped up into neck, the slight curve of perking ears. That fine fur would feel wonderful to run my grainy tongue across- oh he's talking to me. "Hm?" Gordon asked, eyebrows raising as he stalled to reprocess the question in his mind. "You're my first. I've been so busy with my job, I think I wanted to try and prove to myself there's still a little good in all of us." He dropped to the grass, coat bunched up in his lap, and looked down at his feet in front of him. "A little naive of me, maybe. Never knew who it was I could have got." An ear perked toward Wesker. "So, what do you think some of the other people at the asylum would have wanted to do?" Kidnap me and run off at first opportunity? Knock me in the head with a brick and make a break for it? Certainly not go to the park and eat a hot dog.... It certainly made him appreciate that he'd gotten Wesker rather than some of the seedier Arkham residents. It was such a nice day to enjoy, anyway. **Wesker:** First time, huh? Hah, Wesker to pop the Commissioner's Take-an-Inmate-on-a-day-date Cherry eh? It could have been so much worse. The mouse was probably the most less-likely to go running off. After all, the criminal element of his mind had been left at the nut house. "Oh." A light smile and wrinkle of that button pink nose. "Well I feel honored then. I'm.. really glad I got you, I heard horror stories from Mr. Tetch about that one cop.. the pig.. Jervis didn't have a good time at all." A light perk of brow. "He escaped last week. I wish he'd just stay and get better." The mouse slowly shifted his position. Laying down on the soft grass, belly down. He rolled his shoulders lightly and kicked his legs up a bit. Head was snuggled into his own arms, nose pressed against them. His naked pink tail curved up and away from his backside and rested against one shoulder as he thought. "Hmmm Harley would have wanted you to take her to the mall." An interesting topic. It made Wesker pull his mind from pondering over the Commissioner to thinking about his 'pals' at Arkham. "I think Professor Crane would have liked to go to the library. Mr. Two-face.. I'm not really sure, perhaps to visit Mr. Bruce Wayne." The jackal scared him a bit, so fierce looking. A light sigh escaped the rodent. This is nice, I could lay here forever. "I think most anyone else.. " He added with a slight sad note. "Would try to escape.. I'm afraid." **Gordon:** Unfortunately, the pondering led the cat's thought's back to Arnold. Not necessarily what he was saying, but rather what he was doing while he was saying it. As his tail curled up, the commissioner went from watching his face to letting his eyes follow the tendril to it's source. There, below it rounded buttcheeks stretched the fabric of his tuxedo pants, and slightly parted legs drew his eyes even lower, to the slightest hint of a protrusion, very faint, as the knit draped over where his testicles would be. Oh yes, it had been far too long. And for that matter, Arnold was still talking. "-I think most anyone else would try to escape... I'm afraid..." was what he heard as his brain decided to reenter the conversation. He let his hands rest on his coat, finding himself aching a tad after that thorough examination. "That's what I thought," Gordon said a little sadly, fluff on his upper lip bristling as he pursed his maw. **Wesker:** It was probably a good thing the little rodent had no idea he was being a peep-show for the large feline. He'd probably have beamed red all over his body. Tuxedo pants were tight, but not overly. The wrinkles in his shirt shifted as he breathed. Tail twitched, legs shifted in the air a bit. Just so casually swinging his lower legs back and forth. Again so totally innocent, but it made his ass wiggle a little. Each pump of a leg muscle made the faintest perk. Wesker let out another little sigh as Gordon only meekly commented back on his little speech. The little rodent turned his head to look over his shoulder at the big cat. What's he looking at? Wesker noticed the felines eyes certainly weren't on his face, or looking out at the crowd. He tried to make an imaginary bee-line from the lightly glass covered pupils to .. Is he staring at my butt? The mouse felt his heart quicken and he swallowed a bit. But he didn't panic, the notion, if it was ( though Wesker was pretty sure he was probably mistaken after all, who the hell would be interested in him? ) was actually a little flattering. A light dance of red beamed beneath those white cheeks and the small mouse finally gave a little cough and perked a brow up at the large feline. "It's s-sad I know.. I really wish there was less crime, I keep trying to convince Mr. Scarface that there's other, better things he could be doing, but he doesn't listen to me.. I I .. know he's mad he didn't come along, but know I'm glad he didn't." Wesker let his thin tail slid back down between his legs. Not completely innocent there, he was still watching the felines eyes. **Gordon:** Oh that slight moving, even just a little bit counted. People underestimated subtlety anymore. That, or they lacked imagination. There were people out there who could only look at porn to find anything sexual attraction. But Gordon? He was mesmerized by the motion of the flesh underneath those pants. He didn't need elastic tights or exotic clothing to ponder what was beneath there. "I'm sure you can apologize when you get back." Hey his tail's in the way. He shifted his gaze to look at Wesker's face-. Oh my god, he knows what I'm doing. For a moment his eyes widened behind his glasses and his ears perked forward. His fur bushed up slightly and a blush stretched across his cheeks. Play it off, Gordon. Just keep talkin'... what was he talking about again? You really shouldn't check out criminals, you know. It took him a couple of more moments to resume the conversation. "Well... why are you glad that he didn't come?" Besides him scaring away the ducks. **Wesker:** Oh yes, the kitty had been staring right at his ass. The little mouse blinked a few times under his concealing frames and felt himself blushing even harder, and it didn't help that Gordon did a HORRIBLE job at trying to play himself off. Those perking ears, too cute for such a big feline. Yep, he was eyeballing you something fierce, Wesker-boy. Wesker felt the attempt of his own groin trying to tighten, but the fact that he was laying on it just made him wince lightly and he finally rolled off his stomach and onto his back. Knees slightly bent. He looked up past the leaves of the tree toward the blue sky. Such a nice day. Yep. Without Mr. Scarface. He should be enjoying it with deep breaths and such, not having dirty thoughts about the cop who was watching over him. "He.. he never lets me talk.. or do anything really." Wesker kept his eyes off the feline for now. Just staring staring up at the leaves. "If he came along.. I'm pretty sure he'd have said horrible things to you, or tried to get me to escape." Yes because Scarface was like all the other inmates, he'd never stop being evil. Oh how Wesker hated him and needed him all in one big horrible slump. But for this moment, He didn't feel like he needed or wanted the dummy. Was this was it would be like to be free of him? Wesker drew in a breath and scowled ever so lightly. His groin had stopped tightening. This emotion, this loathing. So rare to share. "I .. hate him." **Gordon:** The sound of the utter hatred in the mouse's voice, he didn't know whether it should make him nervous, or sad. He was so desperate to take that part of him along, yet he hated it so once he was away from it. It was depressing, really. The lapse into self-depreciation was enough to make Gordon's own throbbing member relax in his trousers. He let the coat slide to the side so he could crawl up and lay in the grass along side him, in the mouse's position previously with his belly to the grass. His shoulder holsters pulled his shirt tight against the fur of his chest, and he rested his chin against the heel of his hand. His tail swished over his back, undoubtedly teasing Wesker's peripheral vision as he stared upward. "I hope I'm being better company." He tilted his head and perked his ears forward again. "You don't have to press buttons in my back or anything. Here he was, in the middle of the park, lounging with a notorious villain. He wondered faintly, what would happen if he just... leaned over. If they'd have a nice, tender moment, with his muzzle pressing it's lips against the mouse's. He seemed like he needed the kiss. But at the same time, there could always be a camera man, or worse a cop to come along and break them up before they started making out on the grass... He was really attractive with the sun shining off his glasses like that, though. **Wesker:**"Oh yes.. much better company, thank you." Like that, the anger was gone. Utterly gone. Just a brief glimpse into Arnold Wesker's questionable mind, and then he was back to the meek little thing that never even raised it's voice. Swish. Swish. That tail swiped into his vision a few times before the mouse turned his head toward Gordon, finding the feline stretched out next to him, and he gave him a faint, sad smile. "I shouldn't say things like that, I'm sorry. I just wish Mr. Scarface wasn't so horrible to everyone. He does such horrible things. But I'm glad to get a moment away from him, even if it's just a silly little day trip with a cop in tow. I thank you for it." The mouse let his vision slip down between them, eyeing the length of the feline sprawled out. Gordon was impressive. Lean and tall. He could have curled up on his back and gone to sleep and have been utterly safe from the world. Bet his chest is nicer then his back. Strong arms to cradle. Wesker swallowed a little. When was the last time he'd been held, by anyone? Oh my god, I can't even remember. That's so sad. His own tail curled up between his legs and wrapped around his own thigh as he brought his vision back to Gordon's face. Bushy whiskers, kind eyes. You could see the world of torment he'd been through, but still the hope he held for this deprived city in them. He's strong. Much stronger then you'll ever be. A light chuckle finally left Arnold. "I'm afraid if I sat you on my lap I wouldn't be able to breath let alone make you talk properly. But you're still far better company then Mr. Scarface." **Gordon:** Smiles with sadness behind them were always more depressing to Gordon than all-out frowns. All-out frowns told you exactly what this person was going through. A sad smile was meant to put everyone outside at ease, to make them more comfortable than the person suffering. The brave face that the mouse was putting forth was certainly one of an entertainer that was concerned with his audience. It didn't matter how foul he felt, the comfort of those around him was coming first. The cat scooted closer to his much smaller companion, just slightly, and lifted his paw up to cup the top of his soft white head between his ears. "If you want, next time you get time off for good behavior, I'll take you out again." He rubbed his forehead with his thumb, petting slightly as he looked down into that innocent looking face. **Wesker:** And that's all he'd ever wanted to be. An Entertainer. Making people laugh, and clap and smile. This city though, it was full of rotten creatures. There was no room in this burg for a little mouse like Wesker. No even he had to adopt something vicious and appealing just to fit in. But here. Just laying right here in the soft grass with the Commissioner, everything seemed okay. The rodent didn't even flinch when that big paw curled up between his ears and tickled against the soft fur. Those big round ears flickered against the petting thumb and the mouse just gazed up at the feline. "I-I'd really like that." Furred Faces not too far apart. He's very very handsome. So nice too. Wesker felt his lips subconsciously perk just a tiny bit. The scent of the other washing over him, the warmth of his breath. It would of been nice to just arch his spine a little to press up against those whiskers. In fact he found himself doing just that. Drawing in a sharper breath as his little face drew closer to the felines. Tongue darted out to wet his lips lightly. He wasn't even thinking anymore, just letting instinct guide his mouth. He felt the soft fur just barely bristling against his upper lip... Clunk! Wesker squeaked in surprise and pain. Small form rolled away as a crushed aluminum can bounced off his head, barely missing that petting thumb. "Get a room, faggots!" A pack of street dogs, teens, all decked out in studded leather with pieced ears and clipped tails barred their teeth at the white furs on the grass. **Gordon:** He could feel the air tickle his whiskers as it oozed out of that tiny pink nose. Just a little further. KLINK Well, that was something he hadn't expected. Paparazzi, maybe. Other policemen. Probably. But a kiss in the making summoning street punks? Well, that was something that had completely eluded the big cat. Perhaps it had been the mental daze he was in, staring at the mouse's suggestive movement. It was enough to thoroughly snap him out of his reverie, and on his feet in heart-beat. His tail bristled to almost twice it's size (it was wider than him with hair standing on end like that) and his back fussed up. "Go home to your mother!" he shouted, pointing down the walking path. "Get out of here!" He hissed in between his teeth, finger stuck out straight. "Oh yeah grandpa! Just waddya think you're gonna do to us, huh?" One with a tall bristling mohawk said, eyeing him and scratching under his chin. "Uh.... Joe... he's packin' heat." "Shut up, Franks," he piped back at a strange looking Dachshund fur. "He's a cop, he can't shoot us." Fortunately for Gordon, the dog hadn't pinpointed what cop he was exactly. **Wesker:** The Mohawked one was obviously the leader. He spat on the ground and crushed another tin can he'd fished out of a nearby trashcan in his fist and used a booted heel to kick it at the pair on the grass. "We're just having some fun, Gramps, walkin' along, and we have to see your disgusting display on the ground. You go the fuck home." This particular tin can missed, but Wesker still squeaked as it hit the ground. He's scooted to a sitting position, rubbing at his offended head. Why was this happening? Why couldn't he have a nice day out? He'd almost.. kiss.. my god.. almost kissed Gordon. He wasn't sure why he'd almost done that, but it had felt right at the moment. He'd felt safe and happy at the moment. Now he was scared. He inched till he was pressed against Gordon's leg, ducking under that puffed out tail. "Mr. G-Gordon maybe we should g-go." Wesker didn't want a fight. He didn't want the feline to get hurt if all these mean looking canines attacked. This damn city and all it's rottenness. Another can was crushed and kicked, this one at Gordon. The Dogs formed a line about six feet in front of the two on the grass. "Nothin' pisses me off more then Queers, specially ones aloud to live as long as you have. Hey Grandpa, got any viagra? I know a street peddler that could get yah some. " No respect for the law, and they KNEW he was a cop. It just showed, this city. If you didn't wear a cape and cowl or have something strange going on, no one was going to respect you. **Gordon:**"Just.... stay behind me." He was still bristled, with even the hair on his arms standing a little on end. Sure they were dogs, and Gordon was a cat. But he held little fear of them, and he was not about to back down from a bunch of hooligans in broad daylight. "I'm going to warn you one more time, kid. Go home, or go home cryin'." "AHAHA! Listen to Grandpa! Thinks he's tough shit! Someone needs to put you in the retirement home." The leader of the pack moved forward, fists bunched. "...Hey wait," the Dachshund said to himself. "Did that mouse call him-" Before he could finish, his leader was already swinging a punch, and the cat caught his arm in clawed fingers. With a ferocious face, he flipped him over onto his face, and jerked his arm behind his back and up. The other dogs started to move forward, but Gordon was already pulling his gun with his free hand. "Freeze!" He swiped his tail toward Wesker, shooing him closer while he held the dog down. "If you don't want to spend the night in jail, I recommend you listen to me. I'll let you and this guy go if you just leave us the hell alone and get out of here!" As an exclamation point, he jerked hard on the dogs arm again. No, you didn't have to be in costume to be capable of defending yourself. **Wesker:** Oh no oh no they're attacking! Wesker squeaked as it happened. He panicked as Gordon yelled for him to stay behind. Another squeak and he just darted under the cat's tail. Paws hooked into belt loops he scampered up the felines back. Oh how the dog yelped. And yelped again as his arm was viciously twisted. Turned from snarling street punk to whimpering puppy. All show after all? The rest of the pack looked at each other, then back at Gordon, then to their leader. Joe yelped again. "Okay Okay.. I'll go We'll go let me go.." The dogs turned tail and headed off down the path. They were not going to tangle with the commissioner of the police. Cat or not. As soon as Gordon would let the leader go, he'd also tuck his tail and take off running down the path after his buddies. As for Wesker? Well it seemed Gordon had gained a rather impressive shivering lump on his lower back. Furs that had stopped what they were doing when the attack had begun were all still staring. A rather portly hippo waddling around the bend, not seeing the dogs, dropped his ice cream on the sidewalk. Probably wondering what condition that poor old cat had going on. **Gordon:** With one last parting spat, Gordon wiped his maw and nodded affirmatively in their direction. Yeah, take that you whimpering little jerks. He flexed his claws and.... noticed the many people staring at him. And Wesker? He turned in a circle, feeling the extra weight on his back, but wasn't able to feel him actually clinging. Had the mouse been wondering how soft that fur was, he undoubtedly knew now. Gordon smiled at the hippo and gave a half dizzy wave after his attempt to look at his own back. He grabbed his coat and put it on over Wesker. "They're gone now," he said into his collar, and started walking back toward the car. You almost kissed him, James. If those dogs hadn't stopped you, you would have. For the life of him, he couldn't decide whether that was a good or bad thing. **Wesker:**"T-thank you." The shivering lump under the coat said. The fur WAS very soft, and warm and safe. For the moment, even as Gordon started toward his car, the rodent decided he'd rather just ride back here, clinging to the belt loops and sitting on the bone of the felines tail joint. He honest didn't weight much, he doubted his weight would bother the feline. Honest if Gordon did complain, he'd get right down. So Wesker just clung there in the darkness under the coat. His own tail curled around the fluffy white perch he had. Naked pink thing squeezed lightly. Nose was pressed against a shoulder blade. The scent of feline fur and light sweat. It made his chest tightened in a good way. It had been so long since he'd been near anyone. He smells good, and he's soft. This is much better then the grass. But all good things must come to an end, don't they? He heard Gordon's heels change from soft grass, to sidewalk then harder gravely pavement. He ducked out from under the shirt and slid between the fabric and the coat. Two paws, one with slightly rougher paw pads slid against the fabric of the felines shoulder and a little white head with sheening glasses poke out from Gordon's collar. Whiskers and a nose tickled a big fluffy ear. "Are we g-going back to the Asylum now?" A passing lioness with some cubs stopped to tilt her head and then let out an 'awww'. She smiled at Gordon and the kept shooing her cubs along. **Gordon:** Gordon checked his watch and sighed. "You still have another twenty minutes before traffic sets in... Was there anything quick you wanted to do? Or should we call it a day after those goons?" His ear twitched at the feel of the whiskers. His key paused in the door. He didn't want to squish him when he got in the car, and he smiled a little to himself. "Sorry for what happened over there." His tail flicked up against the back of his coat, as he attempted to pat Wesker and make him feel better. What was he sorry for, really? That he'd openly eyed him, that he'd come so very near to kissing him, or that they'd gotten mauled by a pack of punks. He lifted his paw and patted the little mouse between the ears. **Wesker:**"It's okay we can go.. maybe we can just drive slow so we can talk.." Wesker felt sad there, even after his little scare making the padded walls of Arkham sound really good, the thought of his time ending with Gordon was a little depressing. He sighed so hard the hot breath hissed past those fluffy white ears. And then the other was patting him. The mouse gave a small squeak of surprise and his mouth parted a bit. The surprised turned into a tiny murr as those big fingers stroked the soft short fur between his ears. Glasses clicked as his head tilted into it. That was really nice. Really nice. Ah wait! No no.. Heat from his cheeks radiated as he slide away, down Gordon's back and put his tiny feet on the ground. He ducked out from under the coat and then looked up at the big feline. A small smile graced his face, and this time, it was only sad because he knew he had to go. "It's o-Okay. We can't control that kind of thing.." Ahah, now did he mean the eyeballin', almost kissin' or Punk Dogs too? Who knew. The small mouse moved around to the passenger side of the car, waited for it to be unlocked and then slid inside. Lips were licked as he sat down and curled his tail into his own lap. "Thank you for taking me out, It was.. nice. You're very nice." **Gordon:**"Don't tell the other inmates. I don't want to get a bad reputation." His whiskers poofed up again in that smile. He opened up his driver side door and got in, tail taking up it's usual driving position and being buckled in across his lap. If only they'd had a few more hours, he would have loved to spend all day with him. But alas, all they had remaining was a short parting conversation as he drove him back to Arkham. Maybe he was a little lonelier than he recalled. He hadn't even thought about it, but it had been a while since he had a friend, a real regular friend. Not one that climbed in windows at night, or one from the department. More than that, it had been so long since he kissed someone. He paused again with his key in the ignition, ears twitching as he thought. Well, there was no time like the present. Who knew if he'd even get to see Wesker again on these terms, the way that the city tended to work was he'd bust out again and they'd be enemies again in no time. So, with a quick turn, he shifted in his chair almost like he was going to pull out, stretching his arm against the back of the passenger seat. His ears did that agitated to and fro twitch, fluffing up the hair in them, before he began to lean toward the mouse sitting in that seat. **Wesker:** Just a short while left. A short while to enjoy the felines company and car ride till he was back at Arkham with Scarface. No doubt the Rat Dummy was going to chew him a new asshole for daring to leave. Wesker wished they could stay in the park for a few more hours, even under the threat of dog punks. But he knew that all things had to come to an end. Good or bad. I wish I'd met someone like him when I was younger, maybe I wouldn't be here now. We could still be in the park, eating hot dogs, holding hands.. kiss.. Under his glasses the mouse's eyes widened as he realized that Gordon was leaning in toward him. Those big soft ears twitched and he tilted his head up toward the whiskers that were closing in on him. What's he doing, it's almost like he's going to.. oh my.. Unless there was a big smear of mustard on the little rodent's face, the feline had to be moving in for a kiss. It was a smooth move, and the small rodent couldn't help but part his maw and lean up toward the other. His heart was beginning to beat faster, his body heat was rising. Tail twitched, lips were licked. His eyes closed under his glasses. He was seriously going to kiss him this time. This time, fur and whiskers had scarcely a millimeter between them... "ATTENTION ALL UNITS! WE HAVE A 10-89 IN PROGRESS AT ARKHAM ASYLUM, ALL AVAILABLE UNITS RESPOND IMMEDIATELY!" Wesker pulled back with a squeak and stared at the radio that had barked to life. **Gordon:**"DAMN!" Gordon pulled back and grabbed his steering wheel with both paws. He just looked straight out the window for a moment, wringing it until his claws dug in, before he thunked his forehead hard against it, blowing the horn. It was probably a little disturbing to mouse, but he quickly came up and readjusted his glasses, which nearly came off his face. He took in a deep breath, relaxed, and gripped the wheel again in a much more calm manner. "Okay, it sounds like it's a little dangerous at the asylum. Would you feel safer if I dropped you off at the station to stay with the guards in temp while I went with everyone to take care of this?" He seemed to pretend that everything was back to normal, and he hadn't tried to do what he just tried to do. **Wesker:** The horn blow made ever piece of fur on that mouse's frame puff out. It was probably a good thing he wasn't long haired like the feline, or he would have been a white powder puff. Ears had flattened completely against his little head. The mouse stared for a moment at the feline and bit his lip. He was disappointed and a little scared at the same time. He'd really wanted that kiss, it seemed that cat had as well. Then the situation began to slowly dawn on him. The Asylum. It was in trouble. 10-89? His brain strained to remember all the codes Rhino had taught him when they use to listen to the radio in the back of the Ventriloquist club late at night with Mr. Scarface. The little mouse's ears snapped forward. "T-That's a B-bomb threat, oh no.. Mr. Scarface.. he's in danger!" Odd, how the mouse had hated the dummy ten minutes ago. It was a sure sign of his attachment. The rodent shook his head with a little whine and reached over with a tiny paw and placed in on the feline's still gripping the steering wheel. "I want to go with you, please. I'm safer with you, and I need to get back to Mr. S-scarface. Please don't take me to the police station. I won't run away." Dick Zilch: He looked at the little mouse's face. Really, for something he did hate so much, he needed it badly. He once again put his arm across the back of the seat, but this time to actually look over his shoulder and pull out of the parking lot. Once he was on the road, he reached into the glove compartment and put his siren atop the car. A switch was flicked on the dashboard and his ears twitched back against his head as the deafening shrill cry entered the air and it lit up brightly. He hit the gas and cars began to part before them, making their trip to Arkham much shorter than it would have been ordinarily. And once they got there, they were getting a good collection of cop cars around the facility. He patted Wesker's arm to get out. "Okay, lets go." A pheasant met him near his vehicle. "Sir! We're so glad you're here! We need your help in controlling the situation. Jervis Tetch, he's... he's-" "Gone mad?" the cat asked, quirking a brow as he got out of the vehicle. "Well, obviously." She motioned with a quilled tip toward the front doors. Wesker/Hatter: For once, Wesker would find discontent for one of his fellow inmates. Who ever was doing this had literally yanked little time the mouse had with the feline out from under him. The entire car ride back to the Asylum was taken in silence ( Save for the screaming of the siren, fuck was that thing loud ). Wesker sat back and crossed his arms over his lithe chest and stared at his feet till they arrived at the scene. Once out of the car, the mouse scurried along side Gordon as Montoya greeted him and gave the situation to the large feline. Wesker was confused to learn it was Jervis. He'd escaped, what would bring him back to Arkham on his own accord? The small mouse turned his head toward the building in time to see a brown shoe kick out the screen to Arkham's office. A mid sized fox with broad shoulders and an enormous top hat stuck his head out for just a brief moment before yanking it back it. Not wanting to take a bullet between the eyes. He waved a paw clutching a controller out and then pulled it back in. There was the swish of a tail and then a megaphone was heard being "ahemah-hem-ah-HEMMM'ed" into. "There's plenty of room, but you're not invited, and it's rude to crash a party without being invited. Unless you're delivering the tea. You see, it's almost six and that's tea-time, but there isn't any tea! How can there NOT being any tea? Every day, six O'clock and THERE IS NO TEA! I ask the Hare EVERYDAY. 'Where is the tea, cur?' And the dotty creature always replies. 'There is no tea, Hatter, you're not allowed it!" There was a brief moment of pause as the Hatter turned away from the Megaphone to growl back at someone in the room. His tail swished by the window again. Another clear of throat. "You must be civil now, There must be Tea. Or I'll be sending every last one of you to the Jabberwocky's lair. Fire and Brimstone. Tea and Sugar, and bread and butter. Make Haste Make Haste. You're wasting time and he so very much hates to be done such." Once more that heavy hatted face took a peek out. Hatter was Mad. Utterly Mad. He saw everything through his beloved book. Green eyes narrowed in on the figures before he darted from view once more. "Send in the Cheshire Cat and the Dormouse while you are at it, they shouldn't be missing the party. Ten minutes, and everything I need or all this muchness won't be worth drawing out. " **Gordon:**"Okay, so someone needs to go to the store, get some tea and... wait a minute, was he just talking about-" the cat's head swung to look up at the asylum. "I think... well.... you and him, sir." Montoya looked down at the mouse. "So you got Wesker for your person today? Good for you, sir, you could have done worse." Gordon shrugged and flapped his arms against his sides, billowing his coat slightly. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter now, 'cause I have to do worse. I'm not even smiling for god's sakes, where'd he get the Cheshire cat idea?" The pheasant shrugged, "I... I don't know sir, it is kind of odd. You don't smile anymore hardly." That caused the commissioner's twitching tail to freeze in place and a bit of a blank expression creep onto his face. She's right, I don't smile anymore. He lifted his paw to rub his forehead, more to hide his face that to actually curb any sort of pain. "Just... go get me some tea. Wesker and I will bring it in, and we can keep him busy while someone is slipped in to disarm the bomb." Poor Wesker, he'd not been left with the option to not volunteer for this mission. She nodded and ran off to give the orders, while Gordon took a megaphone from a nearby officer. "Tetch! This is the... Cheshire Cat-" he turned to glare as a certain swine snickered amongst the cops behind them, "-and we're getting everything we need for the party, and then we'll come up and join you!" Wesker/Hatter: The tiny mouse sighed a bit as he looked up toward the window where the Hatter was. His brows flurried as he realized he'd been swept into this plan without even knowing. At least.. he'd be able to go into the Asylum and maybe try to find Mr. Scarface. With a bomb in there, though? He swallowed and looked back to Gordon. At least he'll be in there with me." Eyes drifted to the snickering Bullock and Wesker sighed again. This time in relied. You could have done worse too. He nodded back to the feline. "O-okay. I d-don't want anyone to get hurt." The Hatter ahemed into the Megaphone again. "Hark O'Cat, How are you today, O'Cat? As long as you promise to stay in one piece this time and bring the tea with you, I'll have you for my party. And you DORMY, there will be no sleeping today. We haven't had tea in so long.. .... HARE! SIT BACK DOWN! DON'T MAKE ME TIE YOUR EARS TO THE CHAIR! \*Ahem\* This is HIS fault you know.. Dotty creature." Wesker flickered his tail nervously as they waited. It wasn't that he dislike Tetch, he just usually had to deal with the book-brained fox with Jerry standing over them. Over a game of Checkers or watching TV. With pills and booties. And if they were on the outside, a couple times in a heist, on days when the book wasn't eating up his mind. The mouse sighed softly. A couple low ranked officers came puffing up with the Hatters demand. Tea bags, Sugar, Bread and Butter. Lots of it. They needed to stall for quite a bit. The bags were dropped at the commissioners feet. **Gordon:**"Um.... I'm all right I guess," he answered into the megaphone, then nodded to the officers who'd brought up the supplies. "Hey! Hatter! Looks like we've got all our stuff!" From the sound of the deranged fox, the worker in there with him wasn't fairing well at all. He handed the megaphone toward Wesker. "See the little red button there? Just press it and talk into it, okay? Just give him a little friendly hello, and I'll pick up the bags and we can start up there." Police skittered around in the background, rushing to plan alternative measures, while Gordon placed the horn in the mouse's tiny paws. He bent down to pick up the bags, grunting as he lifted the masses of plastic. He grunted a little from the sheer amount of supplies that had been provided. "Think we have enough?" the cat lifted a large bag to look at it, and commented more to himself than to the mouse. At that rate, they could have had Tetch distracted for a week (though at the end of it neither would have wanted to see tea, bread, or butter again). Well, at least you get to spend more time with him. He glanced down at the ventriloquist, then reddened again. That's twice today you tried to kiss a known criminal, commissioner. That's a little more than going soft, don't you think? Wesker/Hatter: The weight of the horn into his paws made the mouse shift forward a little. He looked down at the item, the over toward the feline, then back up to the window where the tip of the Hatter's tail could be seen. A long sigh left Wesker. He licked his lips and lifted the Megaphone. "H-hello Hatter, It's... D-dormy. We're coming in with the tea now." "Wondrous! Oh Galu-Gally! Just you and the Smiling beast now! Any other party crashers will be severalty dealt with. Why to the Queen to have their heads remove I solemnly swear! Now back off the lot of curs you are.. Back off I say. " And with that, the Hatter reached up and slammed the window shut. The doors to the Asylum were busted open, and two Arkham orderlies. The Gecko Secretary and a Chicken, both with mind chips sticking out from behind their ears shifted to hold the doors open for the Commissioner and the Ventriloquist. "I g-guess we'd better go in." Wesker shifted the megaphone over toward the Pheasant and then stepped behind the cop to follow him into the nut house. He would keep close to Gordon's back as they walked. Almost pressed right up into his hip. He resisted the urge to curl his paws into the oversized coats belt loops. He peered past the flapping edges into Arkham's doorways. **Gordon:** The cat swallowed as they ascended toward the doors, turning to motion for the other officers to stay back, then his gaze shifted between the two that came out. Mind chips, where did he manage to get those? He certainly couldn't have made them in the asylum... could he? He briefly pondered whether or not the lunatic would equip them with similar devices. But, perhaps, he would want some element of unpredictability, so that would be pointless. "Well... at least we get something to wash down the hotdogs, eh?" He reached beside him to put a paw on Wesker's head. "Don't worry, we'll have you safe and Mr. Tetch satisfied in no time, okay?" He didn't know whether that was true or not, but he wanted to comfort the little mouse. He gave their greeters curt nods as he passed them (though they fell on thoughtless eyes) and passed through the doors. "Um.... Hatter? Hello?" He forced a grin on his face to rival the hyena's, baring shiny fangs. Though his eyes read an entirely different expression. Wesker/Hatter: Now here was a rodent that was use to peering into Scarface's lifeless glass eyes, but the peepers of those two door critters made him nervous and gave him the creeps. He shifted even closer to Gordon as the feline landed that hand on his head. Their footsteps echoed in the seemingly empty hallways. Where was everyone? Did Hatter lock up the rest of the inmates in their cells? Where was doctor Arkham? Wesker peered up at the smile on Gordon's face and his nose twitched. It wasn't very fitting. It made the tall cat look crazy. It's fitting I guess, for what we're going to have to do. Of course it never dawned on Wesker that he too, was crazy. Talking through a wooden dummy. But his sanity was quite different then Tetch's. Speaking of which. On the top of the stairs leading up to the office, the fox appeared. A big grin on his orange and white maw. He peered out from under his huge top hat and spread his arms wide as he stepped down the stairs. One gloved paw still clutching the detonator. "O'Cat, O'Mouse you're late, you're late, for a very important date, it's ten past six and we've hadn't had any tea, that's such a crime! I don't know how I'll forgive you." The fox snapped his fingers a few times and a couple more mind controlled orderlies came down the stairs. They took the bags from Gordon and headed off toward the kitchen. Wesker pressed even harder into the felines side as Tetch made his way to them. The fox took a moment to tap dance his way into a circle before he weaseled his way right between the two. Throwing an arm around each of their shoulders. His nose poked right into Gordon's smiling whiskers and he grinned at the old cat. "What are your secrets today, Cheshire? Come to tell me news of the Queen?" He was ushering them up the stairs now, toward Arkham's office. Nose shifted to Wesker's, down this time and pushed right into his glasses. "Dormy, my tired friend, any good naps?" **Gordon:** Though one arm rested considerably higher than the other, for sure. It made Gordon a little nervous to have him come between him and the mouse, especially after his promise to watch out for him. He'd just have to watch out for him from this side. "He was delayed because of me, Hatter. Blame it on that rabbit's watch." Oh, he knew his face was going to hurt for days after this, even a bit of gum was visible. He turned his head to let his mouth get a moment of rest, facing away from Tech, before looking back toward him with the grin. What had the fox done with Dr. Arkham? Surely he wasn't equipped with one of those chips as well. He glanced at the paw around the mouse's shoulder. The detonator. If only it had been on my side, then I could have made quick work of this incident. "Yes, Dormy, any good naps?" he gave him a nod, encouraging him to play along. Wesker/Hatter: Wesker was staring at the detonator. It was draped over his shoulder in the foxes paw and he was trying to not even breath hard on it. He didn't want to accidentally set it off and kill everyone. Oh god, no. His attention was stolen back to Gordon and he shook a little. "Oh.. OH.. oh yes.." He tried his best to get into character, forcing a big yawn and saying in a tiny cute little sleepy voice. "I'd like one now, actually." "NO TIME for a NAP!" Tetch bit with a grin as they reached the top of the stairs and he swiped them both into Dr. Arkham's office. "That silly creature, that rabbit, I told him crumb butter wasn't for the works of that watch!" Dr. Arkham's office had been turned into a party room. The desk had been turned on it's side and into a table. The curtain ripped off and spread down like a tablecloth. Dr. Arkham and Jerry, the 'hare', sat at the far end, both tied down in plastic chairs lifted from the wreak room. Jerry looked about as happy as a nun in hell. There were three more chairs, one at the very head of the desk and two across from the other party goers. The Hatter pushed the Cat and the Mouse toward the vacant chairs and then stepped away from them. He climbed up on the desk and stood with his arms spread wide. "Tea will be here shortly, my friends. O' Cat, O' mouse, please join Hare and The Dodo and the party shall begin." The fox swiped off his hat in a bow, but before he put it back on, he popped the detonator inside it. Wesker licked his lips nervously and peered up at Gordon as he climbed into his plastic chair. I hope this goes well. Oh god... hey, where's Mr. Scarface? A few quick looks around and he finally spotted a wooden tail sticking out from one of the half open drawers on the side-cocked desk. Barely visible under the curtain. **Gordon:** Oh my god, the detonator's in his hat. I just hope this works, please let it work. With that frightening grin still plastered to his face he pulled out his seat and rested his butt in it, leaning back against his irately twitching tail and stilling it. He looked toward Jerry and Dr. Arkham, letting his face relax as he faced away from Jervis Tech. They seem all right... pissed, but all right. Not that I blame them. He grinned again and looked toward Tech. "So, Hatter! What's today again, I seem to have forgotten!" His eyes shifted to the head of the desk, eyeing the hat only briefly as he pondered a thought of getting it away from him. His eyes shifted to the tail visible under the curtain. Oh god, I know where this is going. He remembered Arnold's performance earlier at throwing his voice. This situation was definitely not improving. Wesker/Hatter: The Stork and the Hare looked at each other for a moment before looking back at Gordon. One of Jerry's long ears flopped and he sighed hard before glaring at Tetch. Dr. Arkham was a bit more pressed to play along. Even if he looked nothing like a Dodo. The tall thin bird shifted in his seat and tried to look as stupid as possible. The fox himself had stomped his way across the desk and now plopped himself into his 'throne' chair. "That's not a very interesting question, Cat. You should know as well as anyone that my watch is two days slow. It's more of a bother then anything else. Hare's fault again. Always hare's fault. I told him butter wouldn't suit it's works." ("I'll shove that buttered watch up your ass when I get loose." Jerry remarked under his breath, only to have Dr, Arkham peck him lightly. ) Mr. Scarface is right there, I wonder if he knows what kind of danger we're all in. Maybe if Jervis is distracted enough I can get to him. The mouse nibbled his lip and finally pulled his gaze from the Dummy. Mr. Scarface wasn't talking yet. Perhaps because Wesker had yet to say a word. To keep In Character, the mouse pretended to nod off, letting his chin go to his chest and gave a few little snores. His tail was very much alive though, and in his nervousness, Wesker slide the item around the feline's leg in close proximity. Something to hold onto when his 'safety blanket' was beyond reach. Tetch clicked his tongue against his teeth. "The Dormouse is asleep again!" The fox started to lean over, those gloved digits threatening a pinch as the story always would. But Wesker wasn't asleep and he certainly didn't want to be pinched. He squeaked and jerked away from those fingers. "No! I'm awake!" "What the fuck Dummy, gout time you got 'ere. Tetch's geing queer again. Fucking tea party. " Ah yes, this was going to get so much more odd. Gordon/Scarface: Overhearing Jerry, Gordon cringed into his grin and buried his face into his paws briefly to hide the expression. He pulled back up, moving to clean his face with the back of his paw as if that had been his intent all along. "You tell him and you tell him, don't you-" ah god. It's the puppet. C'mon Scarface, don't put him in a foul mood. He lowered his fingers to the wood and started to scratch claw marks into the surface of the desk in his nervousness. Fortunately, though, the kitchen staff, carrying trays of laid out bread and butter, a steaming pot of tea, and those chips behind their ears came up with their meal and laid it out along the "table" before Gordon could make too much of mess of the edge of it. He moved his leg closer to the mouse's until his toe of his shoe was nudging the other's. If anything, he'd remind him he was still there. "Dummy! I can't see nothin' over 'ere! Get gack 'ere 'n' pick me up!" Wesker/Hatter: The arrival of the tea and butter kept Hatter from being too interested in the sudden extra voice in the room, at least the first time it spoke. He grinned veraciously and issued for the cups on the spot. While they had no tea-cups, coffee mugs from the break room where brought forth and soon everyone had a steaming cup of hot piping tea before them. Wesker swallowed a little, staring at it. He could feel the hotdog he'd eaten earlier just sitting in his stomach and in his nervousness it was threatening to make an appearance. His nose twitched when he felt the nudge of the foot and he looked up at Gordon from behind those thick sheening frames. He's here, and Scarface's is here, you'll be okay. "Eat up! Drink Up! For it's a party, my Unbirthday, and we've much to celebrate about." Hatter's ears snapped forward under the brim of his hat as Scarface's voice shot around the room again. "Cry of the Mock turtle? Who is hiding amidst us? Is that you Time? Or perhaps wise old Gyphon?" "I don't like TEA." Jerry scoffed and nudged his cup away. Wesker took this moment while Hatter snapped back to the Hare and glared at him. "I'm Sorry Mr. Scarface." He whispered in a slight panic. "You d-don't want to come out right now. Please." "Drink the tea!" "I don't want any tea!" "It's RUDE to not have the tea!" "Tetch I swear, you're going in the jacket for a straight month!" "Drink the tea!" " No!" "DRINK THE FUCKING TEA!" A gloved palm slammed down on the table before Jerry and Tetch scowled most viciously at the head orderly. "DRINK the tea, hare, or I'll cut your head from your neck myself you cur!" Gordon/Scarface: Oh god oh god! He's going to kill him. And if I jump up and do something he'll grab that detonator from his hat and blow all of us up in smithereens. Who knows how many explosives he used. He could possibly even take out the cops outside! What are you gonna do, James? "HATTER!" Gordon snapped. Think James think. "What would the queen think of this behavior?! Wouldn't there be other ways you'd rather celebrate your unbirthday?" Woops, forgot to grin, keep grinning. The smile slapped back on his face and the tip of his tail draped over his head, easily hiding his eyes. It wasn't like he had any other way to disappear. "Ah, come on Gordon! You shoulda let him! Woulda made this fuckin' fagfest interestin'." The cat's head turned sharply to look at the mouse, then at the portion of the rat under the curtains. "Arnold," he whispered through his fangs, "try really hard to keep him quiet until we can get him back to you, all right? We don't wanna upset him." He leaned in close to the mouse's ear to whisper this, breath bouncing off the tiny little hairs in the adorably round things and pink nose grazing the tender cartilage coolly from that short of a distance. He pulled his tail from over his eyes and picked up his tea to sip. Sure, it wasn't coffee, but it was caffeine and good enough to keep Jervis's patience from snapping. Wesker/Hatter: Jerry winced. Apparently the 'dodo' wasn't a stupid as he looked. A sharp kick had set the orderly in his place. They were bound to their chairs by their waists and elbows, but hands were still free. The hare grumbled and finally picked up his tea and sipped it with a face. Wesker caught his breath as Gordon's nose tickled in his ears and those soft words whispered into those large round things. He tugged his lip between his teeth and let out a small nervous squeak. " I -I can't .. I'll try.. I don't know.. h-ho.." He's just trying to keep me safe. And keep the whole building from being blow up. The mouse's tail tightened on the felines thigh again. He was nervous and this game was becoming hard to control. He didn't know how they could possible keep Tetch busy long enough for someone to disarm the bomb. At least if you blew up, with him nuzzling your ear, it wouldn't be so bad an ending. Hot breath was suddenly washing over both their faces. When Gordon pulled his tail down away from his whispering mouth. They'd find the fox squatted down on the table before them. His big bushy fox tail tick-tocking behind him as he stared at them both. "I say O'cat, you might be right about the Queen, she wouldn't take kindly to me taking her job. Anyhow I do wish to celebrate this occasion with just!" His ear flickered to Scarface's voice and he kept on grinning, green eyes taking on a slightly devious light. Tetch was insane, but sharp eyes like the Hatter's did not miss the closeness of the white furs before him. "I Say, Dormy. Has this what has kept you from Tea-time? That's utter rude of you." Wesker swallowed as his gaze focused fully on the fox. Jervis grin just kept getting bigger and bigger. He then suddenly snag a pointing finger into Gordon's nose and declared. "For MY UnBirthday, O'cat, you shall EAT the mouse for my entertainment. And make it a good show worthy of the tea I've served you! " Gordon/Scarface: With his maw just a millimeter from taking a sip, his lips falter and he poured tea on his shirt and lap, barely missing Wesker's poor innocent tail. "...Eat him, what's he mean, eat him?" The cat had to fumble the cup onto the table, getting some on his paws that he had to wipe on his coat. He has a point. "Um, I certainly hope you don't mean with the bread and butter, Mr. T- Hatter. I unfortunately came with my stomach filled." "...Oh he does not mean what I think he means. I ain't sittin' through this." Another wary eye was glanced at the rat's tail, then another down at Wesker's pink clutching one. No, he surely doesn't mean really eat, but could he.... I mean... really... He couldn't possibly want us to do THAT for him, could he? While every feline hair had been aching to pounce the mouse earlier, the thought of it now turned him a deep shade of crimson. He'd never anticipated being put on public display with him. Though... if it were for the safety of the citizens of Arkham... Oh yeah, you need to smile. The smile returned, with furrowed eyebrows with a quizzical look as he turned his face toward Dr. Arkham and Jerry, looking for affirmation that's what Tech really wanted. Wesker/Hatter: The looks from both Asylum employees would mirror the felines own confusion. Honestly they had nothing to add. The Stork rather flurried his brows and gave the commissioner his best apologetic shrug. Jerry just rolled his head away from the scene and kept trying to work at his elbow bonds. Eat me? Wesker's mouth had parted as he stared up at Tetch crouching on the table. Eat me? For a good half minute the bread and butter was the biggest fear on the mouse's mind. Seriously, Tetch WAS crazy enough to consider a Dormouse sandwich. It wasn't until he looked back up at Gordon with a panic and caught the crimson blush on the big feline's face that he realized that it wasn't food Hatter was talking about. Oh god, he wants us too.. in front of him.. " J-Jervis!" Wesker broke character as he stared at the fox. Tetch slowly pulled a couple of mind-control cards from his suit and flickered them into place behind the ears of the two adjacent from them, before turning back to the beaming white pair and settled back down on his hutches, his smile much more lecherous. "We could sing, we could dance, we could tra-la-la around the tea table to a quarter past seven, but I think perhaps seeing that great big grinning maw of yours tuned to much finer things then smiling would make my day. Cheshire. I bet he's tasty, you can put butter on him if you like. It's the best butter." He was still not making himself quite clear, the horrid cur he was. Tail swish-swashed and he leaned in closer, orange and white maw poking between the two. "If you're too full, O'cat, then perhaps I will eat him, and you can be entertained. Either way we're sure to have a lot of fun." Hatter snapped his teeth once. Wesker squeaked and pressed as hard as he could into the back of his chair. His tail was squeezing the feline's leg. "Make haste, Make haste. You're wasting time, and he doesn't like that." Gordon/Scarface: His grin had slowly faded again. Slowly he plucked Wesker's tail loose from around his leg, closing his eyes behind his glasses. He took in a deep breath, puffing up his puffy white chest beneath his shirt, then releasing it. "I'll eat him." At least I know what I'm capable of in my state, I don't know what he is in that one. I won't hurt him. He lifted himself from his seat, tail swishing free again, and reached down to pick up Wesker by the waist. He lifted the small mouse easily to the table, padded palms sinking against the tad of tubbiness he felt under his clothes. His fingers shook a little bit as he reached to touch the buttons of his shirt. "...I'm sorry," he mumbled, leaning into Wesker's other ear. "I'll be slow." He didn't expand on that, he just hoped the smaller creature would realize he was stalling for time. His claw caught the knot of the small bow tie, then tugged it loose. The fingers fell then to undo the small buttons, though they undid woefully simply, revealing bit by bit more of the little mouse's chest to the no longer smiling Cheshire cat. But whatever he was lacking in teeth, he was now making up for in blush oozing through his soft fur. "....Dummy? .... Dummy? ... What going on out there? It's too quiet." Wesker/Hatter: You're going to have to remember to give Tetch a good long glare on one of his more saner days for this, this is utterly humiliating. Wesker couldn't believe Hatter was fishing for this kind of entertainment. He'd always pinpointed the Fox to at least be some sort of Gentleman, but then again That book was always full of questionable material. But this... He squeaked lightly as Gordon lifted him off his seat and sat him on the table. Tail curled behind him and flickered nervously on the desk. Lip was pulled in between his teeth as the feline leaned in and whispered too him. The hot breath that washed over his ear caused it to twitch against that nose and whiskers. "O-okay." The mouse stammered as he felt that claw undoing his bow tie and then working on his buttons. Slow? Will Tetch allow that? He might start insisting for a show on the desk. God, I can't do this. Or can I? He'd been pretty attracted to the feline before hand. And it wasn't like he'd never been on display before. Hah. Prison. But this was different. They were suppose to be just playing along till the bombs.. oh he's stalling! Agh, Mr. Scarface isn't going to make this easy. "You.. d-don't want to know, Sir!" As the cooler air washed over his chest and tummy fur the white fluff stood up a bit. It was utterly soft and he had the cutest little pooch to his stomach. Chest was rising a bit faster as he witnessed the growing flush on the felines face. "I see what I eat, I eat what I see." Hatter remarked as he sat now with, sipping a cup of tea, wide green eyes watching the pair from under the brim of his oversized hat. His tail tocking from side to side in a hypnotic manner. "Not the same thing, but here I'll let the matter rest. Eat up O'cat." Dick Zilch: Damn buttons, they came undone too easily. He'll expect me to get started on the pants now... uuuuunleeess. His white paw moved to grab a stick of the butter, and held it in his hand. He pressed it against the mouse's timidly heaving chest, smearing it up and down to stomach, where his fingers pressed against the cushy flesh. He used that hand to press the mouse into laying back on the table. The cat lowered his cold pink nose to sniff the frail collarbone. At least Jervis was right about that, it was good smelling butter. His rough tongue darted out against the fur. As it combed through the short fluff, grazing the skin beneath, it gathered up yellow all along it's length. He lapped it up and swallowed, leaving his lips shiny beneath his bushy whiskers. He lowered his face again, this time focusing on his chest. Lick Lick Lick. In time with his maw his tail went. Flick Flick Flick. It did taste good, and the flavor of the mouse beneath, slightly salty, worked it's way into his mouth as well. His nose twitched and he moaned as he took a long lick up from his navel to his collar. Sure he wasn't grinning now, but what he was doing was obviously worth it. Wesker/Hatter: There was only a momentary resistance against being pushed down on the table. Only because Gordon did it so gently, coaxing. The desk was initially smooth, but the curtain table cloth made it bumpy under the little mouse's back. And then came the butter. Honestly, Wesker hadn't really expected Gordon to butter him up. What's he doing with that? Oh my god, he's not going to smear that... Squeak! The mouse jerked a bit when that thick yellow stuff was smeared all over his chest and tummy. He rather looked appalled for a moment at his white fur getting messed up like that, head tilted down at Gordon, mouth open. Those glasses hid the wide eyed horror look he was giving the feline at the moment. But then oh. That tongue flickered out and the feline was licking him. I can't believe he's doing this! But that tongue. He could feel it warm and scratchy dragging across his collar bone and chest. It felt so different then other tongues. It had him letting out a little squeak each time it slowly lapped across the exposure of his fur. It was interesting, unique.. it tickled! So Wesker squirmed, and squeaked, a few that transformed themselves into a bit of a moan. Because the more the feline licked, the more he got use to it, and even though it was a horribly humiliating thing, it did feel nice. Gordon wasn't the only one using his tongue. Jervis licked .. his chops, and took another sip. "The BEST butter." He grinned and leaned in a little. "Don't waste it, get it all!" Dick Zilch: A rumbly purr began deep in the cops throat. He'd almost thought he'd forgotten how to do that, but the squirms of the little mouse, the sounds he was making, the taste of him. It was all rather nice. Too bad it's in this situation, you could do a lot more than lick butter off of him. His purring stopped so he could blush a little. Though, his tongue was finding more fur than butter now as it worked it's way down below his belly button. He even lapped into to get the last little dabs, hands resting on his hips. Eyes flicked back to the Hatter, checking to see what he was doing. At least the fox was thoroughly absorbed in what they were doing. He might forget himself, but he wasn't close enough yet. His fingers found their way to the top button of Wesker's tux pants, then his claw hooked the zipper and slid it down. He tugged the underwear lower, flicking his tongue under the elastic to get some melted butter that had dribbled down. Come on, Tetch, just a little closer. Wesker/Hatter: By the time that tongue made it to his navel, the mouse himself was having trouble remembering he was on a table with a fox leering at the two of them. The licking was doing more then getting his fur cleaned of the sticky yellow goo.. it was making the small mouse arch his back a bit, his pants were getting a bit tight in the groin. Oh god, you're getting an erection, that's not suppose to be part of the act. He couldn't help it. That tongue felt really nice. He hadn't been touched in such a nice way in so long it was almost an overload. Wesker himself was starting to wish this was someone quiet, with no one else around. It could be beautiful. An especially high squeak left him when the tongue dipped into his belly button. That made him shiver a bit. Paws gripped into the curtains below him, trying to keep them from instinctively trying to push on the cat's head, to make him go lower. And then he WAS going lower. Tetch's ears snapped forward to the sound of the mouse's zipper being pulled down. The mouse wasn't the only one doing a little tenting in the room. The fox sat his tea cup down to reach down and adjust himself before he slid onto his knees. Hatter wanted a closer peek at the eating going on, specially now that it had move on from butter to the main course. He leaned in with a grinning maw and twinkling perverse green eyes. Wesker's hips jerked a little as he felt that tongue lapping against the elastic of his underwear. Arousal was starting to leak from his every pore now. It was starting to cloud his mind. He actually WANTED the feline to eat him. The purr wasn't helping. It vibrated to the bottom of his spine and made his tail tremble. **Gordon:** Little tiny laps of tongue, dainty and small there, teasing the area just where he'd budged down the underwear and making quite a show of it. Soft breath tickled inside the shorts as he did and the harder whiskers of his maw poked inside, making contact with his head. His tongue came close to his cock, as well. Mere millimeters from it, close enough for the slight current of air and heat it gave off to be felt. Close enough so that he could almost taste it. Close enough for Tech to be within grabbing distance. "AHA!" Gordon cried out, snatching the hat from the Hatter's head and snagging him into a chokehold. He dropped it lightly to the floor so that he could get his cuffs and attach him to a desk handle. Wesker/Hatter: Oh god. Oh god. Wesker was actually hissing air out his nose in anticipation when he felt that heat from the felines breath and his tongue so dangerously close to that throbbing length he had in his pants. He could almost feel the dampness, what would that scratchy tongue feel like there? Oh god- and then it was gone. "CUR! CUR! CUR!" Hatter bellowed as he was grabbed up. The fox fought puffed and growled as he was yanked off the table into the choke hold. "I won't have THIS! Unhand me at once you smiling jackernape! This is nonsense! Utter nonsense!" And he'd keep up like this till Gordon would have him handcuff to the table. The choke hold kept the fox from biting the feline, but his tail and legs would do a number, kicking and slamming back against the feline. Wesker slowly sat up in a daze on the table, panting lightly. For a moment he stared down at his own damp exposed chest and his nearly exposed tenting crotch. What just happened? What? Why did.. oh the plan.. that was part of the plan. That's why. Ngh! He flushed rather brightly and scooted up so he could stand on the table. He took a moment to zip up his trousers, pressing at his cock to try to get it not so noticeable. He then clambered for his buttons, missing two of them as he closed his shirt. He stepped over the mess on the table, glancing back to the fighting pair. It seemed like Gordon had that under control. Little paws reached out and snag the two devices behind Jerry and Dr. Arkham's ears and let them drop to the table. "Uhh, what just happened?" The stork shook his head. Jerry busted out laughing almost immediately and grinned. "Ahahaha, Tetch! Why to go Gordon! Show em who's boss. You're so going into Solitary after this, Fox!" **Gordon:** Gordon stepped back from Tech once he was restrained, licking the last bits of salt and butter from his lips as he picked up the hat and walked to the window. He opened the doors and flagged the other officers with the detonator in waving hands. "GOT IT!" he yelled, swishing his tail victoriously. He turned back to Tech as officers flooded the room, handing off the detonator and watching as they freed the stork and the hare... Oddly enough, though, they seemed to forget completely the small mouse as they dealt with the other situation. "Hey Dummy, let's make a greak for it!" Gordon, not hearing the voice, smiled the Cheshire grin down at the fox. "And you, good sir, enjoy your unbirthday. May it be eventful and rewarding. I bid you good evening and now take my leave!" He said, getting an odd look from the other policemen, and with a swishing tail exited Arkham's office. **Wesker:** It was going to be a very UNmerry Unbirthday for Tetch. The foxes screaming of "Cur! Cur! Cur!" Could be heard all the way through the asylum as they orderlies came in behind the cops with jacket and sedative in tow. The small mouse had slipped from the top of the desk to the side, out of the way of the buzzing of authority. He took deep breaths and wiped at his face and neck. Slowly the throb in his pants settled and he looked up in time to see Gordon's struttin' form head out the door. But he also heard Mr. Scarface suggestion from the desk door. The small mouse turned and stared at the tail that was sticking out and nibbled on his lip. It would probably be the perfect time. He could easily escape in this mess Tetch had made. But.. if he behaved for a few more months... he could see Gordon again. "No Sir." Wesker shook his head. "I want to get b-better." He turned tail and scampered out after the feline. Ducking between two cops that were laughing over Tetch's screaming about the Queen. It took a second, but those little feet of his caught up with the proudly walking feline. His tiny paws caught the ends of Gordon's trench coat and tugged lightly. "Mr. G-gordon are you leaving?" He could feel the flesh under his fur beaming red even before he got the felines attention. After what had just happened? What am I doing? Do I even want to look at him now? It was for the good of everyone, but.. **Gordon:** The big cat stopped in his tracks and flushed. Arnold... oh yeah... He turned toward the tug. Before he could turn much more red, though, he saw the state of Arnold's face. He must have felt the same way you did. The truth was, he had noticed that erection in Wesker's pants, and he had been tempted to continue down, to not veer away and stop Tech. Sure, he wouldn't regret it and what he did was his job, but it would have been nice to put that butter to more uses. "Well, I should go and file a report... Come to think of it you probably should to!" Well, that came out far too eagerly, lets try that again. "-Unless you feel like you've had enough arousement for one day." ....Wrong word. "Er- Excitement... for one day.... Lots of stuff happened, you know." ...Yeah, he knows, he was there! Face it, there's no backtracking. "Station? I'll drive." He grinned sheepishly and motioned down the hall. He was smiling more than he had in months, for one reason or a completely different other. His face would be SO sore in the morning. **Wesker:** You're still clinging to his trench coat.. let it go. Wesker swallowed and let the brown item fall from his mismatched paw pads as Gordon turned and faced him. Glasses sheened as he looked up at him. The feline was flushing as much as he was. The grin, the stumbling misplaced words... Now because he feels the same way? Or because he's embarrassed he had to do that? But what about the park. He's leaving again. Why does that make you sad.. What? He wants you to come with him. Statement. "Y-yes!" Wesker squeaked out, and then coughed. He reached up and fumbling tied his own bow tie, which came out utterly crocked in his nervous hands. Usually those fingers were so flawless. "I mean, it's a g-good idea. It will keep Tetch in here for the right amount of time, so he can get better." Not because I want to spend more time with you. Not because your tongue felt incredible. Those aren't the reasons. A bit more flushing and the small mouse nodded and slowly moved past the feline toward the hallway he was motioning toward. Wesker was a little confused with himself. He hated the police station. He'd directly defied Mr. Scarface. He wasn't even buttoned up properly, and yet he was ready to hop into the Commissioners car and take a trip downtown. Willing this time, you've never done it willingly. Most of the time, nothing you ever do, is ever willingly. "Will there b-be a lot of paperwork to fill out?" Tail swished nervously against his backside as he walked. **Gordon:** He's coming! I get to spend more time with him... Even if it's in a dull, drab interrogation room. The commissioner's smile wasn't beaming, but it was there, more of a contented look. His eyes wondered down from the rounded ears before him. He's seems anxious to, too. He must have felt the same way. Movement caught his attention. The tail. It swung to and fro. On either side of it, those rounded buttcheeks. They moved slightly up and down with each step, the fabric bending and creasing underneath each one in turns. His keen eyes could almost pick up a bit of a jiggle, barely there- KONK! He stumbled back and grabbed his head. Short mice could walk under hanging racks that tall cats couldn't. He winced, pursed up his lips, and followed him out toward the car, his happy expression gone with the throb in his skull. **Wesker:** Doing it again was he? At least this time, the mouse wasn't going to catch him in the act. He'd just perked his ears right up at the sound of the felines forehead making such a noise. He looked over his shoulder as they exited the Asylum, glasses reflecting the setting sun, and cocked a brow at the feline. "Are..you alright?" He asked with a little lick to his lips. Usually cats were so very graceful. Gordon had proved rather cumbersome the whole day. Ah but that made him endearing didn't it? Poor feline. Wesker wanted to have him bend down so he could check his head for him. Best not to be too overly friendly though. Getting too close to the cat could spell trouble. He just wanted to spend a little more time with him. That was all. Yah. He smiled lightly at Gordon as they got to the car. He moved around to the passenger side and once more climbed into the seat. Wesker settled comfortable. It was only then he noticed the disheveled state his shirt and bow-tie was in. Ugh. What a mess. He didn't want to show up at the station looking like he'd been a snack after all. Even though you rather had been, hadn't you? Wesker flushed again as he used his mismatched paws to untie his mussed up bow tie and then his buttons as he waited for Gordon to get in the car. \~ \* \~ **Gordon:** The department was still abuzz from the bomb scare, so it was no wonder that the press was already swarming the steps of city hall as Gordon came to a stop. Microphones were promptly shoved at the big white cat as he emerged from his vehicle, then meeting slight gasps as they saw who was accompanying him. The questions came so hard, so fast, that there was barely time to register what many of the reporters were asking. Though a few, with hard microphone jabs and loud voices, rang above the others. "Sir! Was the Ventriloquist in on the bombing!?" "No, Wesker is actually one of the heroes of the day!" Gordon said, darting around to the timid Mouse's side once he'd gotten out to shield him from the flashing lights with his coat. "You mean he helped you? Don't tell us we've got another crime-fighting vigilante!" a female fox said in an amused tone. "No! Just another citizen doing their duty," Gordon replied, shifting nervously. "But sir! How exactly did he help and how did you recover the bomb!" That brought a blush to the cat's cheeks. "We're not at liberty to discuss that. We've got to get in there and file a report!" **Wesker:** Wesker had never been too fond of reporters. Not that he hated them, it was just they were like ants. They came from all sides and attacked. The swarmed and stung with their questions and flashing camera's. Oh, he was in no state to have his picture taken, either! Shirt had butter stains, he was missing his coat. The small mouse pressed hard into the coat that was used to shield him from the flash photography. Small squeaks left him each time a microphone was attempted to prod at him. It kind of made him wish Mr. Scarface was here, Mr. Scarface always screamed back out for them to get 'out of his fuckin' face' Wesker wasn't so bold. But Mr. Gordon's here, he's keeping you safe just a bit more to go and you'll be in the building. Wesker flushed deeply when he heard the felines words. Hero? I'm not a hero. He wasn't even really a civilian. He was a criminal. Yet, he had done his part to help keep Arkham from becoming rubble. A small smile twitched the mouse's maw as they made it to the doors of the station. Cops moved around them to shoo at the reporters trying to keep the story-hungry creatures at bay long enough for the Commissioner and the Ventriloquist to get inside. This was an unusual spot light for him. Being the good guy. But it's been a day of usually circumstances hasn't it? First the park, then that..scene in the office with Tetch. The press is a mild thing compared to that. His glasses sheened as he looked up at Gordon's blushing face. All to spend a little more time with him. You'd fill out paperwork just to talk with him a little longer. Unusual, but it was bound to be mundane from this point. They were just trying to stretch the visit out.. just a little more. Just .. a little more. **Gordon:** With a rush up the steps, trying not to trip over the mouse and making full use of his tail, Gordon sped Wesker into the department. The secretary even buzzed him through just in time to hit the door. He was panting a little bit as they got inside. "Well, this has been an eventful day," he observed, more to himself than anyone else, though it echoed the mouse's' thoughts. He picked up a tape recorder, turning to come face to face with a large crocodile in rookie uniform. "I'll take that sir so you can get back to your office!" he said helpfully, beaming a crocodile smile. "No!" He cringed at his own tone. "I mean, I want to oversee this being that I was so involved in it, you have to understand." He smiled under his own cringe, making it not the most genuine looking thing in the world. "Er... tell him, Wesker. How about we ask Wesker who he'd rather talk to." He looked down at the mouse. Say me, please say me, I want you so bad- ...I... want to spend more time with you so bad... "Would you prefer to talk to me or him, Arnold?" **Wesker:** To the mouse's relief, the inside of the building was free of press. He'd never been so happy to be INSIDE a fucking police station in his life. A few long breaths were let out, making his still slightly sticky chest heave under his shirt. Yah, a nice long shower was what he was going to need when he got back to the asylum. Or another tongue bath. But that's wishful thinking isn't it? It was a good thing the crocodile decided to show up right then, Wesker felt a little twinge in his groin just remember the way that scratchy tongue lapped across his chest. Head cocked upward toward the reptile and Wesker's mouth fell open a little bit. He found himself staring at all those sharp, pointy teeth. Had he not been white in the first place, there would have been considerable paling under that fur right now. He backed up till he hit Gordon's leg and let out a small squeak. "Y-You!" Wesker stammered and then did his best to compose himself. And not just because the Mr. I-ate-captain-hook scared the living piss out of him. He did want to spend more time with Gordon. Hell, he was going to stay firmly pressed to the felines leg till the jaws backed off. "I mean.. Mr. G-gordon can help me recall things.. and I'll give a good statement, please, thank you." He hoped the croc would take that and go on his way. You didn't come all the way down here to have this turn into an interrogation, it's only worth it if you talk to Gordon. Gordon/Bullock: The crocodile scratched his head. "Oh, well, uh... number three's still open." He pointed toward the interrogation rooms. Gordon nodded, and then looked down at the mouse. "Come on, it's safe with me, I won't let anything happen to you." His tail twitched under the mouse's chin, puffing up around his muzzle. Meanwhile, a large swine wondered his way into the observation room of three, carrying a bag of doughnuts and coffee, and un-ceremoniously shutting the door to hide from work. "Fuckin' lunatics everywhere. The bastards belong in the slammer, not that cushy vacation home, that's all that shit is really." He shook his head and gave a snort. "Bastards, if they took care of 'em, they wouldn't come back and bust up that way-." He blinked and looked toward the two-way mirror as a mouse and cat entered the main room, pastry millimeters from being shoved into his voracious maw. "...What the fuck?" **Wesker:** That tail under his chin tickled briefly and Wesker relaxed. He took another deep breath to calm and then nodded as the Croc moved off. He honestly didn't mean to be so offended by the creature, there was just something prey animals fear about rows and rows of carnivorous teeth grinning down at them. It's not like predators really eat prey anymore. Oh yah, not in the bad way. Ngh! Wesker felt his eyes roll up into the back of his head as Gordon ushered him into the interrogation room. You've got to stop thinking about it. The last think you need is to be trying to relate the account with a hard on. If this kept up he'd have to sit with his legs crossed the entire time. Dainty as he was, that was still not very comfortable. He moved from Gordon once they got into the room. A quick look around was taking. Usually this place gave him the creeps and he was pretty sure he'd been IN this one before. Table, chairs, mirror. He knew that usually there would be other creatures behind that glass. But not tonight. He had to remember, this wasn't an interrogation. It was just a statement. He was not here for criminal activity. He was here because he had been good. He stared at his reflection in the glass for a moment. You're a mess. Your fur is ruffled, there's butter on your shirt, it's amazing he wanted to still be seen with you. Wesker leaned in a moment and licked his paw pads on his right had. He groomed the fur on the top of his head, having no idea there was a pig staring at the both of them, and then took a seat in the closest plastic chair. "O-okay. " Gordon/Bullock: He settled in a chair, this time making a very pointed effort to watch the mouse's face rather than lose track of everything by watching his ass. He sat the tape recorder on the table and hit record. This was followed by the feline clearing his throat. "This is a statement by Arnold Wesker about the incidents of today concerning the bomb threat issued at Arkham Asylum. So Mr. Wesker, please tell me everything that happened from the point you went into the asylum with myself." The cat crossed his legs, once again letting discretion get the better of him. He needed no statement himself. He very well knew what happened. And despite himself, it was still very fresh in his mind. On the other side of the glass, the doughnut was shoved into that toothy snout and the pig swiveled his chair, tilting his head at what was going on inside. Lunch with a show? Might be nice to know what went on in there. **Wesker:** Ears swiveled to the click of the recorder. Okay so he was to recount what had happened. That was easy enough. A small nod to the feline and he shuffled in his seat for a moment. Little paws folding together on the table before him. He cleared his throat. "We.. entered the Asylum and walked toward the stairs that's when Mr. Tetch came down the stairs. He kept confusing use for c-characters in the book. He had the detonator in one hand. He um.. came down the stairs and threw his arms around our shoulders and showed us up to Dr. Arkham's office. " It was easy to recount. It had just happened. And the small mouse went on without falter. Continued without missing a detail all the way till he got to the point where Tetch had been screaming at Jerry before turning back to them. "And then he said you had to ea-" Wesker paused and suddenly flushed. He realized. How the hell was he supposed to state the next part? Pink tongue dragged out nervously against his own maw. He knew only Gordon was in the room, and Gordon had know what had happen. Fuck, he'd been the one doing it. With his tongue. "e-eat m-me." A hard drag of breath was taking in and Wesker shifted his own legs to cross. His tail flickered nervously. His gaze left the tape recorder and he looked at Gordon, mouth slightly parted. What now? **Gordon:** Gordon leaned forward, uncrossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Fixed, feline gaze settled firmly on the mouse's face. Remembering, he began to purr again and the faintest idea of Wesker's flavor returned to his tongue. "Yeah, and then what?" His tail was being as naughty as the fox's had, ticking back and forth, swiping against the wall behind the chair. He made a loud grating noise against the floor as he scooted his chair forward, drawing closer to the mouse. His pink nose could catch the smell of that butter, and his ears perked forward. **Wesker:** The small mouse swallowed a little bit, watching the feline scoot closer. He wanted him to continue to recount the deed ( as heroically naughty as it had to be ). He let out a breath and straightened his back a bit. "And then you picked me up and put me on the table and undid my b-bow tie and shirt. " **Gordon:** As far as Gordon's mind had went, the tape recorder was gone. His breath was quickening and his paws kneaded his own knees. That purr echoed around the room. "And then I did what?" He scooted himself forward a little bit again, chair dragging the ground. **Wesker:** The purr was sharp to the rodent's ears. He could almost hear it bouncing off the walls and coming right back around to snag into his spine. What a sound. He shivered slightly as he felt his groin tightening again. He leaned a bit forward himself, nibbling his lip. "T-then you grabbed the butter stick and smeared it.. all over my chest and belly.. " Oh god, I can still feel it. It was.. He reached up and lightly touched a paw to his collar bone. "you started licking h-here.." **Gordon:** He watched the paw move up to the collarbone. I'd like to lick there again. Oh, how I'd love to lick there again. He was close enough now so that their knees were nearly touching, so with the last scoot they were, and he leaned forward to place his hands on either side of the base of the chair. "And then where did I lick Arnold?" There wasn't so much of an interrogating tone, anymore. It was practically oozing lust. **Wesker:** His chest was heaving again, taking in such deep breaths between words. But it wasn't because the little rodent was scared, oh no. As Gordon leaned forward and their knees touched, Wesker uncrossed his own legs. The obvious tenting sprong up to that tone. He squeaked lightly. "Here." He didn't even describe it anymore. Paw just moved down his chest. "And t-then here." Trickling down to his lower buttons, fingertips circled the navel." Then here and almost too.." That paw stopped when it reached the button of his fly. Almost there, I wish he hadn't stopped. I wish he'd lick me right now. Wesker forgot he was in a police station. He forgot this was a cop. Maw was open, ears were forward, Tail was lifted against the back of the chair. All signs pointed to a hard attraction. **Gordon:**"You mean... right... here?" His paw reached out and snagged the button of the pants loose with a claw. He moved his own face forward abruptly and closed their muzzles in a kiss, lifting his paws up under the ears of the mouse and tilting his head. His rough tongue lapped into the other mouth against the smoother, wetter one, traces of butter still on it. He lifted his rear end out of his chair to tilt more toward Wesker, purring and moaning into the frantic kiss. He let go of the sides of the mouse's face to pull at the sleeves of his coat and try to pull it off from his arms, rushing and anxious as his tail flapped uncontrollably against the ground behind him. **Wesker:**"Y-Yes!" Squeaked out before that mouth found his. Finally they kissed, they'd been trying to shyly all damn day it seemed, and now they did it here, in the middle of the police station. But it wasn't a soft press of maw to maw, no this was rushed, frantic and delicious. Butter. Salt and Butter. That rough tongue swiped into the mouse's mouth and he pressed back harder into the kiss. Legs spread in the plastic chair and hips were giving a jerk upward, head of his cock pressing the rougher fabric of those tuxedo pants. When Gordon pulled his hand back to shrug out of his coat, the rodent reached up and curled his smaller paws into the felines shirt. Gnawing teeth scrapped against that scratchy tongue. It was so strange to have it inside his mouth. Almost alien when he was so use to his smooth one. It was different, alluring. He pulled out of the kiss to gasp a bit. His glasses were slightly crooked on his face. "And.. then you stopped.. and I .. wondered why. " He licked his lips, still tasting the butter. Gordon/Bullock: The cat was reluctant to give up the other's lips as he ripped them away to catch his breath, going after the other's muzzle in quick, spaced kisses. He lowered his paws to grab Wesker's hips and pulled him into his lap, flinching as through double layers of cloth arousal rubbed against protruding arousal. The issues of size difference had yet to enter the commissioners mind. All he could think of at the moment was the feel of them so close together, after spending the whole damned day pining. The kiss reverberated in the pit of his stomach all the way down to his groin, and the purring in his chest could be felt against Arnolds as he clutched him to him. Once again, his paws began to work at the buttons of the dress shirt, however he enjoyed the ease that they popped free this time, even more so with the vague slickness of butter still lingering there. It was sad they couldn't see the snout print forming in the glass of the other room, as a tusked jaw hung open. Bullock was right up against the glass at this point, food forgotten and shock all over his face. **Wesker:** Short quick gasps for air were taking between the quick chaste kisses. Panting against whiskered lips as he was tugged into the feline's lap. Thighs slid against the commissioners upper hips and the mouse groan as he felt their clothed erections rubbing against each other. As his still slick chest was slowly exposed once again, having no idea that they were still a peeping tom's wet dream at the moment. Well, maybe not Bullock's fancy, but he hadn't run snorting screaming from the viewing room, had he? Paws began sliding up the length of the felines tie getting to the knot and began to un loop it. He didn't pull it free from the feline's neck, just let it dangle loose on either side of his buttons as finger pads slid against the hot slightly damp fur under his collar. He wanted him bad. Tail was curled upwards against his upper back, occasional the pink tip would flip into view over his shoulder. Honestly, the mouse should have been more concerned with the location, Or that someone could knock on the door and interrupt them. But he couldn't think about those things. All he could think? It's been so long. Mgh, I want him really bad. A paw said fuck it to all the buttons and headed right for the belt and button fly on the felines pants. His little mouse nails scratched against the metal as he fought with the out of sight item and popped them both open before tugging at the fly. The sound of the metal gritting against the metal made his ears twitch and his heart beat even faster. He could smell the musk of utter lust and arousal actual wafting from the feline as he undid the pants and it was making his little mouth water. Much too long. But he couldn't really blame time on how hard he was attracted to the feline. There was just too much there. The looks, the attitude, the fact that he was nice to him. All added up together and urged furry fingers to shove at the front of those pants to help relieve the feline's strain. Gordon/Bullock: He moaned pitifully into the surge of the paws downward into his pants. His jagged tongue lapped at the mouse's throat, fighting with the button of the pants with slightly slick pads, before loosing it and snagging the zipper with his claw and tugging it down. His own pink cock throbbed in the mouse's nimble grip as he tugged the other free, finally relieving all that terrible pressure that had been building up on him. "I -lick- want -lick- you!" he pleaded in a desperate tone, before moving the rodent's paws from his cock so he could pick him up, once again by his hips, and put him on the table. Once again he pushed him onto his back, this time with more force than the gentle urging that happened before the fox, more like the cat claiming it's prey. His paws caught the hem of the nice pants and started tugging them down off over his hips and that nice ass the commissioner had been hungrily eyeing all day (and somewhat painfully, come to think of it). Yes, this was definitely worth it, he thought, as his retracted fingertips pressed against the soft bottom as the waistband traveled down over it. This is wrong. This is amoral, illegal, and somewhat hot god-dammit. Swine eyes couldn't break from the scene in the other room, and a thick nailed hand fell toward his own zipper, evading it's own owner's attention, and started rubbing his own ridged pants along the zipper where he was swollen beneath. He continued to watch, still unaware of his own actions even as his nails ground loudly for a moment against closed zipper teeth. **Wesker:** Dainty paw pads tested the weeping tip of the other's cock for the brief moments it could. It felt scolding hot and pulsing for attention. Oh Wesker would have giving it all the attention in the world had they the time and perhaps not so urge. His neck was craned for the scratching tongue that licked against it's delicate curve. And then he was being picked up again, with much more fever this time. A squeak left him when his back hit the table, for a moment hips arched up and his tail swiped with a tremble. But it wasn't out of fear. No, the mouse was just anxious to the point of anxiety. He gasped loudly to those pants coming down off his hips, freeing his own throbbing erection. He couldn't remember being this hard before. Spine arched harder to help get those pants down off his ass and hips, exposing the soft slightly plump curves of his buttcheeks and the damp white fur of his testicles and inner thighs. "Y-YES!" It seemed all the little mouse could muster to say at this state. Paws found the cat's ears and curled thumbs into the soft puffy fur at the base of them. "yes.. yes please. " Always polite, even in the frenzy of lust. Glasses were fogged up from hot breath, chest was slickened with sweat and butter, clothes half off, and he was on an interrogation table. This was certainly not a situation he'd ever had pictured himself in. But now that he was in it? "T-take me please.. please please! " Wesker actually murred out a beg. Size difference having obviously not registered in his little head either. Oh dear. Gordon/Bullock: Well, now that he was this point, he didn't quite know where to go. As far as he knew, there wasn't any lube in this room, and from the size difference a 69 would be a little -awkward.- Oh yeah, there was that size difference to consider. Lube would most definitely be needed. Luckily, though, it seems he was right in assuming that Wesker smelled a little TOO much like butter. There was more of that sent wafting up from behind him. He slid the mouse's pants from his ankles and followed the scent to his coat. Back in Arkham's office, he had lost track of where that stick of butter went after he'd smeared it all over the poor now oily mouse (not that either of them complained in the end). As it turned out, he'd casually dropped the rest of the stick in his coat pocket. It was a wonder it hadn't melted through or was sat in. He dropped the pants and leaned down for his coat, pressed his hand into the pocket, and brought out the last of the stick. "Waste not, want not?" he offered another sheepish smile at yet another bad joke, shaking the stick in the air to show Wesker what he found. He then leaned back over him on the table, and began to lick his collarbone. "How -lick- Do you want me?" He asked needfully as his paw smeared the rest of the stick all over his pink, pulsating length. The food was a little too much. Drool pooled in the maw of the swine watching them. Butter? His eyes shifted slightly, as he was surprised by the sound of his own zipper falling. He glanced down, watching as he pushed his digited hoof into the hole in his boxers and pulled himself out. **Wesker:** Butter. Oh my god, the butter. Perhaps Wesker was going to have to THANK Tetch the next time he saw him instead of scorning the fox. After all, if he hadn't tried to blow up Arkham, you'd never be here right now. With Gordon, buttering himself up for you. Wesker couldn't help but grin a bit to the bad joke and the butter all at the same time. It was just so ironic, but it was perfect at the same time. The little mouse murred as he felt that tongue lap against his collar bone. How did he want him? Eyes rolled up into his skull behind those fogged up glasses for a moment. Those words made the little mouse's arousal throb even harder, all the way down deep. Oh god it had been so long. And there was nothing he wanted more then to feel the feline deep inside him. But on his back on the table? Wesker suddenly wiggled away. Kicking right out of his underwear and climbing fully onto the table. Tail nearly slapped the feline in the face as he turned around and slid down on his hands and knees on the smooth surface. This table had been littered with paperwork, coffee, confession, guilt, innocence, nails and maybe even blood, but one could bet it had never had a buttery psychopathic mouse lowering it's nose and lifting it's tail in the utter shameless act of lust on top of it. "Like T-this." He even gave a cute little butt wiggle for the feline. Honestly, Wesker didn't just get like this for anyone. But here, there were no bars to push his face into, this wasn't a sweaty bulldog in Black Gate. This was a frisky old feline that made him feel ten years younger at the moment. Gordon would probably have to climb on the goddamn table with him to make this work. But oh, it would work, even if it would take some addition problem solving. **Gordon:** Indeed, the feline did without hesitation (though with a bit of a grunt, because even though he felt ten years younger, he well wasn't.) Finally, aside from the distraction of the wildly moving tail, he could get a very good look at that butt he'd been admiring all day. He took the knuckle of his paw and touched the back of the sac dangling below those rounded cheeks, leaving a creamy shiny smear behind. It dangled slightly under his slight pressure, and watching it made him lick his lips. His hands rested on the rounded cheeks, talons in, and he bent over the mouse and began to press- Himself- \*grunt\* \-IN! It was a damned tight squeeze, the size difference very evident now. For a moment, the tightness around his butter slathered cock nearly even hurt, like a cushioned vice had him in it's grasp and he doubted he could have even come in such a state. His breath held and his claws almost broke skin as his grip tightened in surprise. Finally, with a forced gasp and exhale, he unclenched his fingers and breathed against the back of the mouse's head. He slid his paw around and clasped the other's throbbing cock, and began to stroke it calmly and easily. It was his first moment of relaxation since the previous surge of energy at kissing him. Montoya strolled through the station, just back from Arkham, holding the reports from Dr. Arkham and Jerry on the incident. She sighed heavily and walked to the Crocodile. Today had been just too busy of a day. "Hey Mick, where's Gordon?" "Oh, he's in Interrogation room three talking to the mouse," the croc nodded in that direction. **Wesker:** The table creaked and moved a bit as Gordon slid onto it. Wesker kept still as the other skid up behind him, dragging out fast anxious breaths. His tail automatically curled upward against his own shoulder and out of the way as he felt those buttery fingers brushing against the back of his ball. Thighs parted a bit more, shoulders lowered, ready to accept the feline. But yah, it was only when he felt the Cat move over him and start to press in did Wesker realize the size difference here. Gordon was big, he was small. Mouth parted with a high squeak as the feline began to shove himself inside. For a moment every short white piece of fur on that mouse's entire body stood on end. Ow. ow. With every inch there was another squeak and Wesker clenched his teeth, and his muscles. He didn't mean to tighten so viciously around the feline's cock, but he couldn't help it. Those claws precariously pricking at his skin made his body shiver. It was probably a good thing the feline wasn't overly huge. He finally hilted and Wesker let out a breath. It take a moment for him to get use to the size of the feline, but like hell did he want him to stop just because it took a little extra work to get inside. Once he was inside and those furry buttery fingers started stroking the mouse's own cock, Wesker relaxed a bit. He quit squeezing so viciously and shifted lower to make the position more comfortable for the both of them. The pain of being stretched dulled down and starting transforming into a needy throb. He'd never felt so filled in his life. ".. mh." He shook his little head to get a line of sweat that was sliding down his maw at the moment, and then pressed lightly back against the cat with a murr. Gordon/Montoya/Bullock: Gordon almost sighed with relief when the mouse relaxed, though the pleasure induced by pulling out a little soon outweighed that urge. He stopped just before the tip of his aching cock could emerge, before pushing right back into that tight hole, hilting deep within him and dragging that sweet spot for all it was worth. It didn't take him long to work up a rhythm, not with how tight that mouse was and how slick the butter made him. He was almost tempted to send the fox a thank you card after this, indeed he had let them have their moment in this interrogation room. His swishing tail knocked over the still running recorder, which was now catching sounds as varied as grunts to soft cries of exclamation as the huge feline drew closer, claws extended with fingers outspread against the round buttocks he was pumping into. Montoya pressed her ear up to the door, then her bird head tilted questioningly. One way, then the other. Do I hear sex noises? But the commissioner with the mouse? That was a completely preposterous idea, why would they be fornicating in the interrogation room. It had to be a couple of rookie cops in there. Though as good a cop as she was curiosity was prone to getting the best of her. She walked to the next door and opened it. "AH! CLOSE THE GODDAMNED DOOR!" She flinched and blinked. Face covered in crumbs, Bullock was- "What are you doing with that doughnut!?" "Get the fuck out or come in and eat it, your choice!" Bullock, despite his bold talk, was turning a deep crimson. The pheasant, now embarrassed beyond comprehension, closed that door. She didn't want to think about what she just saw. But fortunately for the pair in the interrogation room, it had held her attention long enough for her to ignore them. Gordon's ears flipped slightly when he thought he might have heard a sound, but he didn't slow from Wesker. Whatever it was, it could wait. He had more pressing matters he was attending to. **Wesker:** Wesker was beyond noticing anything beyond the pull and thrust of the felines cock right now. Once Gordon had started to moving he'd been thrown into a world of nothing but pleasure mixed with a little pain. Not even enough to make him whimper, he was too heightened for that. Each time that buttered length hilted inside him a squeaked slipped past his lips. It was honestly too bad they knew nothing of the event that had just happened behind the glass. What a story that would have been to take back to Arkham. So while Gordon and I were in the middle of frenzy mating, The pig cop got caught bonking a donut. And it just too bad he could never tell anyone about this. Not even Mr. Scarface. It would have to be their little secret, about how they had one damn good romp on the table, in the middle of the police station. Wesker could feel himself climbing to orgasm quickly. Knees pressed against the table, rear lifted to accept each thrust as it was delivered deep, arms slide down in front of him till he felt his damp cheek touch the smoothness of the table, feeling it shake and shift under their moving bodies. Glasses had slid down to the brim of his muzzle, but eyes were screwed shut. Another squeak, another pressed backwards and Wesker lost it. He felt the onslaught of one wicked orgasm as it started in the base of his spine and rocketed right up to the tip of his cock. He let out a loud cry as he jerked and tightened. He couldn't help the tightening. It just happened when his body responded to the treatment the felines cock had given him. A flicker of white lightening across his closed eyes, tail twitched hard and he messed the tabletop with hot sticky fluid. **Gordon:** The tightening was enough to do it. Though before he doubted that he could even release with that pressure on him. But indeed, he could. As soon as the mouse had lost his last drops in the feline's stroking paw, a similar white hot surge jolted beneath that whipping tail and Gordon sat up straight on his haunches. He shuddered as he expended the last drops emptied out of him into the other, tilting his head back and flattening his ears, teeth bared at the ceiling. A moment later he slid out and rested his palms on either side of Wesker on the table, panting against his neck and rubbing his back with his cheek. A purr rumbled in his chest, before his eyes snapped open. He glanced over at the tape recorder, and grabbed it up. He hit the stop button, plucked the tape from the recorder, and shoved it into his back pocket. His fur was half sweaty, half wild, and his loose tie was still dangling. He backed from Wesker to tuck himself back in and let his legs dangle from the table, tail swishing again. "Wow," he muttered to himself, a simple statement of amazement at what just happened, how he felt, and just the day in general. **Wesker:** Wow indeed. The small mouse tensed when he felt the other's release. It was hot and soothed his insides. It was positive he'd be really feeling this later, but it was worth it, oh it was so worth it. Everything that had happened today, from nearly kissing in the part to Tetch leering over them made this so worth it. The mouse panted against the table as the feline pulled out and sat back. Wesker let his rear relax and legs gave out lay fully on the table. He let out a few more groans before he slowly pushed himself to face the feline. He could just put himself away because his pants were on the floor. The small mouse rested his head on one of the feline's knees and smiled up tiredly at him, letting out a little murr. "You'll still take me out again on my next g-good day, Right?" **Gordon:**"Of course," Gordon said down at the rodent, cat teeth grinning in a mock Cheshire grin just for him. \~\*\~\*\~ The USS Oldsmobile made it's final docking maneuver into the Arkham parking lot. Five months, it seemed so very far away when he thought about it. He got out and opened Wesker's door for him, tail swishing the ground morosely as he moved, eyes cast toward his shoe encased toes. **Wesker:** Ohh man, kinda sore. Wesker kept a brave face though. As the small mouse slipped from the car he walked without wincing like he wanted too. He looked up at the feline and an ear twitched to Gordon's feet staring. The mouse felt a little embarrassed himself, a slight flushing, but all in all, he was in a good mood, a little sad the day was over, a little sad he wouldn't see this feline for a good long while. But over all. A good mood. "T-hank you. I had a wonderful time." The small mouse said softly as made their way to the doors of Arkham. They would be greeted by the door opening by the stork himself. Dr. Arkham fluffed his feathers. "Goodness I was starting to wonder.. Did the statement go alright, I hope Mr. Wesker wasn't too much trouble." **Gordon:**"...Oh yeah, he was great," the cat gave the stork a smooth nod, patting the mouse's shoulder, then grinned down at him. "Take good care of yourself, okay, and in five months I'll do whatever I can to take you out again, all right?" **Wesker:** I was great. Wesker's ears perked a bit to that and he smiled up at the feline and flushed. "O-okay, I'll b-be on my best behavior, Sir." And next time, we won't waste the whole day fumbling, because the second we're alone, I'll kiss you. A harder flush and it was Wesker's turn to look at his feet. "Look who missed you!" Jerry's voice cut in and the hare leaned out he door, dangling the rat dummy upside down by one of it's feet. "Mr. Scarface!" "Dere you are Dummy! Have a fuckin' good time Out wit littergox dere? GET over 'ere and get me away from ears 'ere gefore go grain dead. " The mouse moved away from the feline and took the dummy from Jerry. The wood started clanking as soon as his tiny paw slipped into the back of the puppet. "Sorry I was gone so long, Mr. Scarface." "What dah fuck ever, so whad yah do all day asides from the tea party? Come on I was in ah fuckin' DRAWER all day, spill the geans!" "Oh.." Wesker canted a look over his shoulder at Gordon and gave a little smile before he disappeared into Arkham. "Nothin' you'd be interested in Sir." "Lemme guess, real faggot stuffs, eh?" Wesker only chuckled and continued down the hall thinking how nice a hot shower would make this day.. complete. The End

The god of all gods, by SexyFoxTime

Hey all!, first story so please feel free to comment! :P     It was a private summer day nothing normal at all, no wind, no trees, just a open outstreched plain of grass   (Axel) is there ever a end... Axel was walking throughout the grassy plain unaware of were he was going, after running away from

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Hey all!, first story so please feel free to comment! :P It was a private summer day nothing normal at all, no wind, no trees, just a open outstreched plain of grass (Axel) is there ever a end... Axel was walking throughout the grassy plain unaware of were he was going, after running away from home he soons seeks out to find the truth about the god he worships "Deviship" (Axel) on the road again... blah blah, on the road again.. when am i going to stop talking to myself. OH Wait! i'll... sing -Whistle..Whistle- (???)WHO GOES THERE? (Axel) THE HELL? -falls backwards- (???) WHO DARES COME TO MY DOMAIN (Axel) ..Me?.. Axel.. are you.. -stands up slowly unsure of what threat it may be- Deviship? (Deviship) WHY YES I AM (Axel) please stop yelling first of all, and second I FOUND YOU! HAHAH (Deviship) sorry outlander, what brings such a small youth like you here to the plains? (Axel) To find you of course :P (Deviship) why so..? (Axel) i need someone or something to belive in.., i just need a freind (Deviship) -giggles a little..- do not worry young one i am always a freind to all who prys towards me! (Axel) can you grant me a wish? :D since i found you and all.. (Deviship) so quick to change the subject young one.., why yes but you must suffer the consequenc (Axel) ok i'm down with that, i want... -looks around-.. a house right here with EVERYTHING (Deviship) then it shall be done after your consequence (Axel) ok so... (Deviship) -a single long cock=shaped vine spurts out of the ground behind and in front of Axel- (Axel)..Um..those look like..Cock's.. xD (Deviship) yes young one, now you must please me, (Axel) HELL NO (Deviship) you must or leave at once! (Axel) -\_-".. fine.. (Deviship) Good...i shall not speak again until you are done (Axel) whatever.. -pokes the now very stiff, vine cock- wow your hard... Axel's pants grow a bulge suddenly and he takes off his pants revealing a very stiff cock, (Axel) wow..m..-grabs ahold of the vine cock- so warm and big.. Axel then starts to rub his cock and the vine's, the vine slowly squirms with anticipation and happieness (Axel) Ah..you lke that?.. He then starts to rub the tip with his thumb as it squirts out pre-cum, as does his own cock (Axel)...-bends down to his knees and pulls the vine down to his face- so big... Axel then starts to slowly jack's himself off.. (Axel) -licks the tip once- Taste like..candy.. -leans closer, and puts the very tip in his mouth and sucks..- (Axel)Mm...-he then continues forward and puts the whole tip of the vine cock in his mouth- The other vine cock behind him prods his ass-hole, as the other vine cock pushes its full lenght into axel's mouth (Axel)-tries to moan but instead slurps and slowly sucks the cock with hungry eyes- The other vine cock then puts the tip of it's cock into axel's ass, and then preceeds forward (Axel) -His eyes widen and he sucks a little bit faster, grabs the vine's lenght he jacks/sucks it off- Do you like? xD all for now folks!

Seven Days by Nequ

WARNING: Do not read this story. Turn back now. You pop the DVD in It shows this freaky scene There's this girl and-what the crap-she's crawling out your screen! -Apex Lion's "Sadoko (radio edit)" You wake up, and promptly fall out of bed. Your girlfriend giggles. You grumble in her general

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WARNING: Do not read this story. Turn back now. You pop the DVD in It shows this freaky scene There's this girl and-what the crap-she's crawling out your screen! -Apex Lion's "Sadoko (radio edit)" You wake up, and promptly fall out of bed. Your girlfriend giggles. You grumble in her general direction as you get to your feet, something about how she hogs the bed. How can such a tiny girl take up so much room? "I'm like a reverse-Tardis," she explains, grinning. "Bigger on the outside." You have no idea what a Tardis is, but choose not to display your ignorance as you stumble into the bathroom. You hear a VCR-no, really-engaging just before you turn on the shower, and ask your girlfriend what she's watching. She says something about "chain mail". You wonder whether they couldn't have put it on a DVD. Silently, of course; she's touch about her antiques. Glancing in the mirror on the half-open bathroom door, you catch a glimpse of some kind of ring of light, shining in the darkness, on the TV screen. Weird. You busy yourself with shampooing. When you step out, she's waiting, wearing nothing but a towel, and you almost--no. You're already going to be late for work. "You got a prank call on your cell phone," she says, squeezing past you in the tight confines of the bathroom. You're thankful for the thin terry cloth around your waist as you ask who it was. "All they said was 'seven days'." You dress in the spare work clothes you keep in the closet. One hurried breakfast of cereal in slightly-spoiled milk later, you head out to the train. It's hard to stay awake, what with the late night and all. Despite the risk to your safety, despite all the Talks from your mother about The Dangers of Public Transit, you nod off. You open your eyes, and there's no one in the car but you and a girl. She's wearing a yellow top and matching hot pants, and she has short purple hair hanging in front of her eyes. The outfit hangs off her slim, heroin-chic frame like drapes, obviously designed for a more full-figured woman. Probably a streetwalker. Where did the sun go? You look out the window, and find nothing but darkness. The light from the inside of the car shines off some walls of stone, like the inside of a well. Leaning back, you can just make out a gleam of light ahead, at the end of the tunnel- "Moshi moshi," says your travelling parter. You turn back to her, and do a double take. She's somehow changed into denim shorts, a flame-patterned bikini, and pink leggings. She's also switched to a much larger wig; this one red, with a large ponytail and a skull-shaped hairclip. You still can't see her eyes, but you get the impression she's looking at you." You apologize, and say, hesitatingly, you don't speak Japanese. Maybe she's one of those anime fans. The new getup fits her no better than the first one did. She shifts slightly, and opens her mouth. It's like she's trying to choose the right word. "Sister," she says. You have half a second to note the slight bulge in her shorts before the train clears the tunnel, blinding you. You open your eyes. The train has just reached your stop. You must've nodded off, and the jerk woke you up. Gathering up your belongings, you make your way onto the platform. You don't normally dream about costumed transsexual otaku on your way to work. There's no tunnel on the line, you recall. You go through your morning routine on autopilot, working through the usual emails, notes, and assignments that swirl around you like a flock of crows around a carcass. An hour or so in, you are interrupted by your coworker Larry. "Good news, everyone!" Larry says, slipping his head around the corner of your cubicle. "They're reinstating free meeting donuts!" A smile of joy spreads across your face, and you comment that it's sweet. "Terrorist fist jab?" Larry offers. You accept, and bump knuckles with your coworker. Larry pauses. "Dude, your skin feels weird. Kinda like a fresh-caught fish that hasn't stopped flopping around yet, and you grab it so you can chop the head off, but you can't get a good grip because it's all slimy." You ask why all of his metaphors involve fish. "I used to spend summers up in Maine. Uncle was a fisherman. I think the word I'm looking for is 'clammy'." Hard, dry, and tough? This isn't the last such incident. Later that afternoon, Erica looks sidelong at you, and asks if your hair was always that dark. You're not sure what she's talking about, and she gently suggests a more subtle shade. You carry your coffee cup into the bathroom with you, and examine your hair closely. Erica was right; it is darker, and more stringy, too. As you splash water on your face, you make a note to try a new shampoo. Your coffee cup leaves a large crescent, nearly a ring, on the counter. As you wipe it up, you catch a glimpse of something in the mirror. You turn around, but there's nothing there. You dream that night of tunnels. Endless tunnels, smelling of earth and damp and fear and your own stink. There's a light at the end, like a cover going over a well. "You're smaller than you used to be," the doctor notes, the next day. Your bare feet dangle off the floor, and you resist the urge to kick your heels like a child, a girl, going for a ride in the country. "Your heart seems to kick slightly stronger every seventh beat, but that's not what worries me. That would be things like the sudden weight loss, the condition of your skin...what's the word I'm looking for?" Clammy. "Yeah, that's it. I think you've gotten shorter, too. And your hair looks terrible." So, what's up, Doc? He hesitates. "I'd like to conduct some tests." The blood is drawn. For an instant, the doctor turns it just the wrong way, and it looks black. "I'm a private doctor, so I can't keep you for observation, but I \*strongly advise\* you to find an emergency room, or at least stay at home, pending the results of these tests." You thank him as you hop off the exam table. Your boss is understanding enough, and advises you to take as much time as you need. Larry and Erica see you on your way out, but say nothing other than to wish you well. You were fully intending to wait for the test result, but make the mistake of going on the Internet. The symptoms you're experiencing seem to be signs of everything from H1N1 to the Bubonic Plague, though one website recommends a volumizing shampoo if your hair has that dry, stringy look. The only person you've had physical contact with lately is your girlfriend. You call. "Did you see that video?" She sounds scared, scratchy. There's some interference on the line. You say caught a glimpse in the mirror and ask what's wrong. "I think...I think I'm going to die. But that's not important." How could it not be- "Listen to me! If you watch the tape, you die in seven days. I saw it before the morning after you slept over and...let's just say my time's up." She does something that sounds like a laugh. How did she- "Internet." A high-strung giggle. "Google 'ring videotape'. YouTube won't let them keep it up, but someone's probably uploaded a copy onto the file-sharing networks." What? "Like Limewire." Oh. You tell her to stay there, lock the doors, and call the police. "You think that will stop her? No. No. I'm sorry. I love y-" The line goes dead. The 911 dispatcher promises to send a few cars over, and you start to pace. You turn the radio on, but turn it off right away; no amount of music is going to calm you now. Maybe it was a serial killer. Maybe it was a serial killer who tracks people down by videotapes. But nobody uses videotapes anymore, that would be crazy. But serial killers are \*generally\* crazy by definition... After a few hours, you think of Ducktales, and all the times Scrooge wore a circular rut into the floor. You think of the cost it would take to replace all that stone, about the depth of the foundations of McDuck manor. You think about how impossible it would be to swim through gold, unless you were really strong. You think about picking up the phone and calling your girlfriend. "Hello?" says an unfamiliar voice. You explain who you are, and ask how your girlfriend is. There's a pause. The person on the other end is clearly searching for words. "We're not sure," he confesses. What does he mean? "There's a lot of blood. CSU is going to have to check it out, but I don't think it was survivable." You were leaning against the wall, and now slide down to the floor. You told her to lock her door, did she lock her door? "Yeah. There was blood visible under the door, so the responding officers kicked it down. If this is too much for you, I can stop." Yeah. Yeah, it is. The cop takes your address, so they can take a statement later. You hang up the phone, grab a pillow, press it to your face, and start to scream. One of the nice things about the Internet is the fact that it's a wealth of information. A simple query turns up more information than you ever wanted to know about the mysterious videotape. No one knows where it came from, but it's been around since at least the 90s. Physically, it's a perfectly normal video, and can be transferred to any media. The "dying in seven days" part is a constant, though. Comforting. There are, of course, people who watched the video deliberately. There are always idiots, and a suspiciously large number of them post after seven days, claiming they're fine. Some of them never post on the seventh day. Several have actually posted on the seventh day, and then never again. An undercurrent of distrust and, yes, a little fear swirls around these accounts. No mention is ever made of physiological effects. Of course, since it's a chain video that kills people, no matter where they are, there's no reason it can't switch it up a bit. Maybe it got bored. One particularly cruel blow comes around the third day of your isolation; your girlfriend had you listed as next of kin. The only fingerprints found in the apartment were yours and hers, and you had an alibi. The significant other is always the prime suspect, you know, but are too tired to offer the detectives anything more than dry, unembellished responses. Yes, detective. No detective. Anything to help detective. Call me any time, detective. The younger one, a black man with a goatee, stops at the door, and advises you to see a doctor; you look pale. You close the door and laugh wildly into the nearest pillow. There's none of the perspective you've heard of. no grand revelation, no last-minute religion. Only something that seems more and more like a great black wave of panic, threatening to burst on the fragile shores of your sanity. To hold it off, you take time to catch up with your family. You don't tell them; they'd think you were crazy. You'd think you were crazy, if you were them. No point in running, when the noose finds the condemned man's neck wherever he goes. No point in running at all. There's a smell in your apartment, and it won't go away no matter how much you clean. Gets stronger every day, until you can barely breathe for the smell of wet earth, of decay, of yourself. Even sticking your head out the window, into the city's smoggy air doesn't help; you notice after a point that every time you hear a sound out there, it then repeats six times. Seven times in all. Your hair keeps getting longer. The locks, full black now, are now limp and lifeless. There's no point in cutting it; each day starts with it a little longer than before. You keep having strange dreams; you're running down corridors, *(through automatic doors)* down hallways, and there's something behind you. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, a thin circlet of light, as if someone is just plugging a hole, and no matter how much you run, you can't reach it. Something cold curls across your chest, little skittering fingers like spider legs-- You wake up. You've been feeling colder and colder, no matter how much you turn up the heat, no matter how much clothes you wear. Slower, too, like you're a smaller person stuffed inside a person suit, limbs leaden and heavy. *(it puts the lotion on its skin)* It doesn't cost much to have the will made up, and you can even sign it by email . So when The Morning dawns bright and clear, you're ready. You've even put plastic down, so it'd be easier to clean up the bloodstains. Assuming there'll be bloodstains. Of course, there's no reason "she" couldn't just give you a heart attack. Or choke you to death. Or make your blood freeze. *(Another way to die!)* You are afraid to leave your apartment, naturally. The furniture is easy enough to pile up in front of the door, but you don't have a lot of food, and rapidly work your way through the dry, starchy foodstuffs. Then the wet, starchy foodstuffs. Sooner or later, you're going to be down to gnawing on a bag of stale tea you saw behind the shot glasses. As you pull your hand back from behind the shot glasses, you realize your thumbs and left pinkie are missing. Interesting effect. You place the teabag on the stove, and put the kettle on to boil-why do you have seven fingers? You jump, and blink as the adrenaline surges through your body, and your hands are back to normal. Hallucinations. It might be a good time to call for help. The phone behaves strangely. You press nine; the seven key lights up and the tone sounds. One; same result. One again; seven. Okay. You're absolutely certain you pressed the right numbers, so you put the phone to your ear and wait, trying to ignore the trembl-- "Seven days." What? "Seven days," says the person on the other end of the line, in Japanese. (Why can you understand Japanese?) It sounds like a 911 responder, even has that slight tinny edge the ones on TV have. They clear their throat and continue, in English. "Seven days seven days seven days seven days seven da-" You do your best to slam the receiver down, but these plastic phones, they only make a soft little "click", like a cover on a well. The phone begins to ring. You yank the cord out, and grab your cell phone, which somehow has seven bars. The same trick with the numbers happens, and you smile-or something like a smile-grimly. (Don't know who they're *dealin'* with.) You access your address book. The names are all "SEVEN", and so are the numbers. You scroll to what should be your mother's number. She picks up on the seventh ring. "Seven days," she says. "Seven days se-" Mom, could you, ah, put Dad on? You scrub at the sweat on your face with a corner of your bedsheet. Dad comes on the line. "Seven days," he says. Thanks, Dad. Just wanted to hear your voice. Click. It's easy enough to move the furniture. Bookcase, end table, end table, armchair, stereo, TV stand, bed. You pause. You didn't pile your bed in front of the door. Doesn't matter. You lock the door behind you, and head for the stairs. Except you can't find them, only more doors. You stop, and look at the nearest door. It has your apartment number which, you recall, is 7G. And so does the next door. And the next, and the next. They all open to your keys, too. You decide it's time to try the fire escape. The screwdriver you use to lever the window open has a seven-sided handle, and the actual fire escape itself, is plain old wrought iron. You climb down, and look down into the alley. The ground isn't any closer. Ignoring the sudden jump your heart makes, you climb down one more floor and check. Still the same distance away. You watch the ground, this time, and there's a definite sense of being on a vertical treadmill. Inside the window is your apartment. Of course it is. Climbing up doesn't get you any closer to the roof, either, and, with a sigh, you climb in. That girl from the train is inside. She's naked, and you can see the shriveled length in between her legs, the dirt on her legs, the bloody hands where she tore her fingernails out trying to climb out of a well-- "Everyone must suffer," she says. You can understand her perfectly now, and you turn to run, knowing it's futile. She reaches out with her mind, pulling on your body like taffy, moulding it into a smaller, more compact shape. The flesh peels away from your left leg, leaving something pale and wet-looking protruding from the stump. You, quite understandably, fall, screaming. Gibbering, you try to pull your flayed flesh back onto your leg, shortly joined by that of your other leg. Through your tears, you are dimly aware of your tormentor squatting next to you. You try to roll away, only to find your new limbs unresponsive. The girl rolls you onto your back, ignoring your feeble attempts to bat her off. She reaches around you, her small breasts pressing against your chest. Her hands poke holes in your shirt, into your back, sending blood into the carpet. They pull, pull, and the shirt rips cleanly, along with the flesh on your back. She does the same with your front, leaving pale flesh exposed. You look down, and find a slim, emaciated chest, much like the girls own, sitting in the middle of a gaping hole in your torso. What-- "You're like me inside," the girl whispers. She opens up your arms, next, starting near the center of the chest wound, her cold hands pulling apart your skin like scissors splitting a dress along the seam. The arms that emerge are slim, and pale, and identical to- No. You know what you are becoming now, and screaming does not help. She performs the same operation with your other arm, and then kneels, so she can get at your crotch. She removes your underwear first, of course, and delves slowly into your flesh, above the most private part of your body. You feel every jerk, of course, every shudder as the skin, the muscles underneath, peel away, revealing small, girl's hips, bones nearly poking out of the skin. You must look absurd; an adult's head on a starved girl's body. The penis emerges, a slit beneath it. Limp, of course; you're terrified. She makes sure you're clean of any other kind of flesh before sliding her hands up your body, past your navel, across your ribs, your collarbone, before cupping your chin in her hands. You try to punch her. Her brow creases, and she closes her eyes briefly, concentrating. Your hands, entirely of their own accord, spasm, and reach around her body, pressing her frame to your own. She chuckles, a nasty, mirthless thing, and presses your lips to hers, her hair leaving nothing for you but her lips, the wet-earth smell of her her breath, and the contact between your bodies. "It was the mirror," she says, her thumb sliding along your jaw, pushing it upward. There's just a bit of give. "It...changed things. I don't know how." A catlike lick, on the end of your nose. Then she clamps her teeth on it, and pulls upward. Blood slides down from the bite marks as your face lifts outward like a sheet. Under your own skin, you beg for mercy. She runs her fingers down the sides of your face, and they part neatly. You know you look like her, like a half-unwrapped chocolate egg, with your own skin as the bright foil packaging. She pushes back, and your skin, your old skin, shucks off. She stands, and gestures for you. You rise like a puppet on string, long dark hair about your face. You can't stop crying, and the pale one moves to your side. You are joined now, and you can tell she wants to explain things to you, to tell you of your shared quest, an endless vengeance. "I always wanted a sister," she says, wrapping her arms around you. Somewhere, you both know, someone has just started watching a certain videotape. ENDF 7 Days Loosely based on "Ringu" by Koji Sazuki and adaptations thereof. 2009 Eulalie "Nequ" Quentin

Chapter 2 by DragonMercX4

#2 of Intervention - Intervention, Chapter 2 Serenity was giving him a sensual look, something that Jaden wasn't at all expecting. 'Is she serious? Could she be asking me to, well...' Jaden still had a deer caught in the headlights look on his face. "Well if you don't want to sleep with me, then

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Intervention, Chapter 2 Serenity was giving him a sensual look, something that Jaden wasn't at all expecting. 'Is she serious? Could she be asking me to, well...' Jaden still had a deer caught in the headlights look on his face. "Well if you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll sleep out on the couch. I don't want you uncomfortable and to be honest, I bet the couch is more comfortable then what I'm used to." Serenity said, trying desperately to recover. She had actually grown fond of her new tamer but didn't want to push her luck. "No, no, you're sleeping in the bed. But you want me to sleep with you?" Jaden asked, a look of confusion plastered to his face. Serenity did, and very badly. He had, after all, gotten a good look of her while she was unconscious. Being a bit of the pervert she was, Serenity did want him in bed with her. The prospect of mating with someone who could, by any means, protect themselves, was arousing to say the least. "Yes, I do. Are you okay with that?" She quietly responded. Her excitement was getting to her, and was becoming visible as the fur between her legs moistened noticeably. As it was, she was thinking about taking him forcibly, but then there wouldn't be any chance of a relationship, which she desperately wanted. After all, she didn't have a family to go back to. "I guess I'm okay with it as long as you are and... Oh, you're in heat!" Jaden exclaimed noticing the wet spot forming between her legs. He clapped his hand against his head, his eyes closed. "I should of guessed." He said, shaking his head from side to side. "Well, no. I'm not in heat." Serenity said, looking downwards and folding her hands together nervously. She had her tail wrapped around one of her legs defensively as well as had her ears pinned to the back of her head. "I just think you're really... Attractive." She whispered at barely an audible volume. To say she was scared would be an understatement. She was terrified of loosing him. "Oh, I see. I'll do it with you but let's get something clear." Jaden said as he approached her. She flinched as his hands gently grasped her shoulders. "Only if you're really sure." She was breath-taken. He had said yes! She didn't even know how to respond other then the obvious. In a flash, Serenity had her arms up around Jaden's shoulders and was nuzzling his neck fervently, even stopping to kiss at him a few times. After a minute or two of doing this and purring, she moved back and looked him in the eye. "Thank you." Was all she said as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Jaden was, to say the least, surprised at her actions. He quickly took to the kiss and was returning it passionately. She purred into the kiss as she opened her mouth. He was surprised even further as her tongue made it's way into his mouth and started playing with his. The taste from this little action both aroused him and sent shivers down his spine. Serenity broke the kiss, much to his dismay, and moved back away from him, laying down on the bed. She moved towards the far side slightly and made a 'come hither' motion with her hand. He moved over to the bed, discarding cloths as he went. He herd a gasp come from her as she saw his well toned body that was accomplished though years of training and weight lifting. Jaden was completely nude as he stood before his breathless renamon. She looked him over, Jaden noticing her eyes lingering over his member. "That might hurt." She cringed, looking at his nice nine inch. He moved forward and laid down in the bed with her, Serenity pulling him towards her. "I'll be gentle, I promise." He cooed in her ear, which twitched out of reflex. She was already running her soft hands all over his body, her tail wrapped around his waist as his manhood stood erect against her stomach. "You're so soft." Jaden said more to his own surprise then hers. He didn't really think before he said anything, he just did. "And you're so strong." Serenity cooed into his ear, gently rubbing his chest with both of her paws. He felt a burning lust begin to build within him now, clawing away at his now rapidly beating heart. Her body fur pressed up against him as she closed for another kiss, driving him mad with an intense passion. Her hands had found their way to his back and were outlining the muscles that were almost bulging out from what must have been years of work. She gasped slightly into his mouth as his hand found it's way down, and into, her burning pussy. Jaden hadn't forgotten about her ticklish feet and pushed his toes between hers. Serenity pulled out of the kiss and giggled as he did so, bringing her hands up to his sides and returning the favor, to which he laughed. "You're so bad!" He scolded, more out of playfulness then anything. She just kissed him deeply again, exploring his mouth with her smooth, long tongue; all of this a little too much for Jaden. He pulled her up on top of him, saying calmly, "You should be in control, so that we don't start until the pain stops, okay?" A tear formed in her eye, she really had found someone who cared. Serenity knew she would have to tell him about her family, but, now definitely wasn't the time. All that mattered to either of them is that they were here, and it was now. "Okay." She said calmly, almost as much as he had been. She took his throbbing dick into her hand and rested it against the lips of her hot sex, easily tearing a moan from both of them. She looked down at him somewhat worried about the pain she knew was coming, but that worry vanished as she looked in Jaden's eyes to see his love for her and the look of anticipation as he nodded for her to continue. She plunged down on him, crying out in pain as her hymen was torn by the iron hard tool that was now buried deep within her tunnel. Jaden moaned out from pleasure but the feeling was torn from him as she clutched at him, now lying down on him and cuddling his body. "Shh." He said into her ear, "It'll go away soon, just relax." After a minute or two, she began to loosen her grip on him as her body began to vibrate from intense purring. The pain of her torn virginity had now subsided and left an incredible feeling of being filled. Her purring increased in it's intensity as she slowly moved up and Jaden's hard prick slid out of her stretched love hole. Jaden moaned loudly from a wave of pleasure as his renamon, no, his lover, began to move as she sat astride his hips. He heard her panting and a few ragged gasps come from her as she moved up until just the tip of his now painfully throbbing cock was imbedded in her amazingly hot cunt. Absentmindedly, his hands came to rest on her thighs as his fingers found places to obtain a firm hold. His mind now white from the intense body heat between the two, and the amazing feeling of her furry tail against his balls, Jaden pulled Serenity down onto him, fully hilting himself within her. "Oh, by the digi gods..." Serenity cried out as she was forced down on her tamer, and suddenly thrown into an almost orgasmic bliss. The pain that had hit her before was well gone and now replaced with mind numbing and almost blinding waves of pleasure that went beyond explanation. She gyrated her hips, hitting a sensitive spot that she had no idea existed and immediately cried out Jaden's name as his still solid erection ground its self against it, sending electric sensations up her spine and into her now completely blank mind. "Oh, Serenity." Was all Jaden could muster. He realized he had gone over her g-spot and her pussy convulsed and gripped his manhood tightly from the stimulation. She had been grinding her hips against him when he heard her cry out his name and was forced to smile, knowing that after this, there would be no one else but him in her life, and knew that he couldn't ever look at anyone like he was looking at her now. Serenity started to grind her hips against his lap, Jaden feeling all of her sapphire colored thigh fur rubbing against his skin provoking him to moan again as she started to pull up for only the second time. Both of them now panting heavily, knowing full well that neither of them wouldn't last very long and that they should get as much out of the situation at hand as possible. "Oh gods Jaden," She gasped as he pulled her down on onto him, meeting her half way as he thrust up, sending a convulsion through them both. Her dripping pussy was quivering with delight as he hilted her again with this new kind of force. She was becoming as drunk in the sex as he was and both of them were now blissfully fucking each other's brains out to the point where they would be lost in their ecstasy. They were beginning to build up a steady rhythm now, full of gyrations and grinding motions into each others most sensitive spots. Jaden had reached up and was now playing with Serenity's breasts, lightly squeezing and gently twisting the pink, almost marshmallow like nipples as she moaned loudly from the now much desired attention. On occasion, his hands would leave her breasts and rake along her well toned back, impressing an 'I want you so much' feeling in her that began to bring out the sexual predator in her. "Yes, fuck me hard Jaden... Oh, gods yes!" Serenity moan as her word fueled Jaden's burning lust for her, a lust that could only be stopped by a release that was actually farther off then either of them expected, or hoped for. Serenity was still clawing at his chest, more to encourage him in his now primitive sex-driven mind then anything else. Jaden, being more then willing to comply started pounding his pelvis against hers, her ass making slapping sounds threw her fur against his strong thighs. "Oh my god Serenity, you're so tight!" He called out in his bliss, Serenity responding by sub-consciously contracting her vaginal walls around his manhood. The increased friction and the massive surges of pleasure that were clearly ripping through their bodies tore moans of pleasure from both of them, Serenity's moans becoming high-pitched screams of her pre-orgasmic bliss. Their edges were nearing and they felt so close to each other as a bond formed between them that usually never forms occurs Digimon and tamer. Their ragged breathing and gasping began to synchronize with each other as their hearts beat as one at a speed previously thought impossible without ensuing death. Jaden's cock was hitting Serenity's cervix as her well fucked cunt wrapped tightly around his dick with a vice like grip that was driving his blank mind white with sexual lust. Her stretched pussy was also sending electric currents of endless pleasure through her tiring body, which withered as he took over the motions, both completely lost in their experience. Jaden thrust into her quivering cunt one final time as his cum exploded into her womb with his cock firmly lodged into it. Serenity cried out his name as her hot cunny flowed out from around his pulsating tool, filling the hotel room with her scent. They held that position, both of their mouths still held open long after their lungs ran out of air for them to yell each other's names. After they had well soaked themselves in their own sexual juices, Serenity collapsed atop of Jaden, still quivering from post-orgasm tremors. He laid there as sleep almost instantaneously over took her, her soft furry head resting on his chest as she had the feeling of being full wrapped up inside of her now well pleased body. Jaden leaned down and kissed her on the bridge of her snout as they both let out a contented sigh. The afterglow from their little romp soon put Jaden to sleep as well, his dreams mostly consisting of his new mate.

Part 1: Veronica by Blatzvack

#1 of From the Ashes - This is my first attempt at submitting one of my stories. So, bare with me any mistakes I might have made. Questions, comments, and reviews welcome. Furry. 'Tis a term that most of us use to describe a being covered in soft hair. To many of us, it is a word that brings a

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This is my first attempt at submitting one of my stories. So, bare with me any mistakes I might have made. Questions, comments, and reviews welcome. Furry. 'Tis a term that most of us use to describe a being covered in soft hair. To many of us, it is a word that brings a feeling of warm comfort. However, some people feel that it is a nasty, vulgar term when applied to desire. But, for Jared Hanson, it was a natural part of life. He was always attracted to anthropomorphs. At first, he was scarred of it, thinking it was unnatural and wrong. However, he came to accept it as part of him. It was no longer the stigma he feared, but his secret fantasy forever out of his reach. Currently, Jared was trudging in the woods, having no one left in his life. Using his logic that his furrydom was a natural thing, he revealed it in casual conversation to one of his closest family members, his cousin, Steve. However, Steve was a very conservative man, as was his entire family. Jared came from a very devout Christian family that thought his feelings went against God. So, they disowned him, thinking him blasphemous for being a Furry. Jared was not a very social person; he worked, shopped, and basically lived on the Internet. He had a very fruitful business on the Internet in web design, and he lived in his parent's basement, where he worked from his laptop. Ergo, Jared really had no friends, except his online e-pals, whom he had met on a Furry site and knew how he felt. So, after his family had cast him out, he was utterly alone, not even able to talk to his online family. He cried as he walked to the woods. He had cried a lot for an 18 year old, such as when his online girlfriend dumped him. Jared was very open about his feelings, not caring who knew them. He was the short, chubby kid that everyone picked on. But, he had found solace on the Internet, a place where no one cared about his looks or status. But now, even his online family was taken from him. He walked through the woods, a few miles away from the outskirts of the town. He had lived in a small town, never moving out because he liked the fresh air and natural solace it offered, and his job let him stay there. Jared had always liked the woods, it was where no one picked on him, no one could make him feel down. The world was his, he was King, the only human on the planet. The woods always made him feel better. Now, he found himself with the woods as his only home, his only friend. He traipsed his familiar thinking paths, crying as he went, his feet only moving through memory and a strong desire to get away from the family who had told him that they'd always love him, then betrayed him when he showed a moment of weakness. He hated them now, and wanted to get as far away as possible. He cursed The Maker, whatever it was, for making the Earth spherical. No matter how far he walked, he would only end up back at where he started. He plopped down next to a familiar creek, his Thinking Creek. He was tired from the walk, and steadily cried himself to sleep. Jared had no idea how long had passed between when he closed his eyes and was awakened by a faint crackling noise. He checked to make sure that no hairs on his neck were standing up before he got up, thinking that a storm might have brewed and was now raging, no sense in being struck by lightning, even if he was depressed so much. He noted the lack of rain and thunder, and concluded that it wasn't a storm. However, he'd never heard anything like it. He set off to explore this strange phenomenon. He didn't have to walk long before the buzzing got louder and he began to feel a faint electric charge cause the hairs on his arms and neck to rise. He saw a faint blue flickering against the bark of the trees. He hid behind one, not wanting to be seen. He faintly peeked around the side of the tree, a technique he discovered while watching deer in the woods. He often wanted to see them, but they would run at the sight of him. He peeked from his hiding spot, and almost gave himself away. Standing right in front of a blue vortex was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. It was a tall woman, but it wasn't a woman, it was a cat. He yanked his head back, hitting his head on a piece of bark, sending stars whirling around his head. He knew that he had not just seen what he thought he did. He guessed dehydration as the cause. After all, he hadn't drank anything all night and morning. He looked back, and almost repeated the experience. He wanted to look away again, scared of his own mind. However, a piece of his mind told him that if it was a hallucination, he wanted to remember every bit of it. He looked at her up and down. She was only wearing a skin-tight shirt that covered her groin as well. It was almost identical to a one-piece swimsuit. She had supple breasts, a slender body, and long legs. Her glimmering blue-gray fur was only a few centimeters long and gave her a sleek, streamlined appearance. He couldn't see her face, but could imagine. Her ears for some reason were pressed back against her head, giving her a more sleek appearance. He eyed her up and down, and then realized he was getting excited. He thought he heard a small sob, and then heard her speak. She was talking to something on her wrist, something that looked like a cross between a watch and a bracelet. She also had an assortment of other simiar gadgets on her arm. "Personal Log. This is my final entry. I have traveled to some remote planet, my scanners are damaged beyond repair, and I can't seem to summon enough mana to repower them. I have yet to come into contact with any sentient life, although I cannot be sure if there are any due to my scanners. However, this planet I am sure can support life. If you are listening to this message, it means that I have failed. However, know that this planet is untouched by the Aeroken. I do believe that this sector goes unnoticed by them. If there are more of you out there, you will be able to restart our life here. Although it will never be Areis, it will serve until we can retake our planet from the evils of the Areoken. Alas, I will not be there for it. I am going to terminate my mission and myself. I know that I am disobeying my oath by ending my search, but I cannot be alone anymore. This mental torment is too much to ask of a simple Plannethopper. Forgive me, my Queen. Veronica, codename Plannethopper 704-9-Beta out. End transmission." Jared watched from his hiding place. He heard the word "terminate". What does that mean? Then he heard "myself". She's going to kill herself! He thought. He had no idea why she was going to, but nothing could be bad enough to end one's life. Everyone Jared knew abandoned him, and yet he still had the will to go on. Besides, he couldn't let this beautiful creature of his dreams merely destroy herself in front of him. He stepped from his hiding place and began to approach...Veronica he thought he heard her say her name. He cautiously approached, and said, "Uhh, hi." He stammered over his words, still not sure if the entire event was real. Veronica was in the middle of preparation, which consisted nothing more than typing in a few commands into her hi-tech arm bracelet. "Radium magna pulse, charge." Veronica looked up upon hearing the "Uhh, hi." Coming from the human. Seeing the hairless biped coming closer, she got up, abandoning her preparations. Jared stepped out of his hiding place, and saw her face for the first time. She was indeed beautiful, but her face was glistening with tears and her eyes were bloodshot. Nobody deserves the type of torment she must be feeling, thought Jared. Jared and Veronica looked each other in the eye, each one calculating, trying to determine the other's motive. They cautiously approached one another. God, she is beautiful, but she'd probably never want me, no one does. Thoughts about her raced through Jared's head. They took slow, wary steps toward one another. Jared then lifted his hand from his side and held it out, both to show that he had no weapon and as an offer of peace. Confused, the alien did slowly likewise. Jared slowly took her paw in his hand and shook. Her smooth fur felt really good on his bare skin. He looked her in the eye, "Friends?" She collapsed in his arms. Jared had a little difficulty maintaining a standing position and avoiding falling over, but he managed to overcome both the shock and the added weight. His first instinct was to back away, but he shook it off, for the fact that the girl of his dreams was in his arms was too appealing. He grew a little bold, and ran his hand down the back of her head in a gentle petting motion, "It's okay." Jared didn't know if this was true or not, but he had to say something. She lifted her head from his chest, and Jared saw that she was only a few inches shorter than he was, but she was about a head smaller than him now that she was leaning on him. She pulled him tight and kissed him deeply. White-hot ecstasy flared through Jared's spine as he felt her tongue roll over his. He was surprised at first and pulled back a little, but once he got his head straight, he pushed into it and kissed back. He covered every inch of her mouth with his tongue, and noted that her tongue wasn't at all the sandpaper he felt whenever a cat licked him, but it was rather smooth, if a tiny bit bumpy. She tasted good. They locked together in their tender embraced for what felt like an eternity. They separated, and Jared stepped back until he hit a tree, then sank to a sitting position. He looked up at Veronica, who had a look of hurt upon her face, obviously thinking that Jared hadn't liked what she'd done. She looked away and said faintly, "I'm sorry." Jared merely laughed and beckoned for her to sit down next to him. Veronica needed no other invitation. She sat down next to him, and venturing a casual lean on Jared's shoulder, she saw that he didn't resist, and ended up almost laying on him, her head on his shoulder. Jared liked her soft, warm body laying on him. He wished he could be covered in fur. He didn't want to question this twist of fate, but he had to know more about her. "So, Veronica is it?" He felt the faintest little nod against his shoulder. "How did you come to be here?" It took the better part of the day for the pair to tell their story. She explained that there were worlds other than his. And they were extremely similar. The cycle of evolution on other planets were remarkably like the cycle on Earth. However, evolution favored a different species on each planet. Just as evolution favored apes on Earth, evolution favored cats on Veronica's planet, and so on and so on. As each society grew, they took to the stars. They met each other, and over the course of 1000 years, a Confederation of Planets was formed. Each species would share technology and culture. Each species melded together, everyone accepted everyone for who they were. There was no prejudice or hate, a Utopia. They were a peaceful people, until the Swarm hit. The Aerokens were the first to come. Their job was to mark planets for the Swarm. Then they invaded. The Swarm was an alliance of the planets whose cycle favored insects and the like. Locusts, Flies, Mosquitoes, etc. came by the millions, sucking planets dry and moving onto the next. The peaceful Confederation was caught unawares. As the people of Aereis realized their fate, they formed a last-ditch effort to save their people. The people of Aereis were packed into SleeperTubes, tubes designed to keep them alive as they sleep for long periods of time. The tubes were jettisoned into different parts of space, so that even if one was discovered, the rest would go on sleeping. Only five people remained behind. The five Planethoppers were assigned to find a new planet on which to rebuild on. Five were found. However, none of the Hoppers had the mana-data crystal where the locations of the Sleeper Tubes were located. An old saying that when the student was ready, the teacher would appear kept the Hoppers going. Their faith was that when their people were ready to awaken, they would find the crystal. Veronica was the one that found it, and she sent an Aether Message pulse to the others. They gathered on the planet to view the crystal, however, the Swarm had also picked up her pulse. They ambushed the Hoppers, who fled the planet. Only Veronica escaped with her life. Luckily, she had the crystal. However, to open the Tubes, two sets of Hopper DNA were needed. This was added as a last minute security measure so even if one of the Hoppers were captured, they couldn't be forced open the Tubes alone. T This was five years ago. So, now, Veronica had no one left, and she couldn't awaken her people. She had wandered the galaxy using the Hopper Portals like the one she came here through. She came here after punching in random coordinated hoping she'd end up in some void in space, but when she saw that this was a habitable planet, she figured if her people somehow found her body, they would have a new planet. Five years of solitude had taken its toll on her, and she wanted to end it. Jared's eyes had become watery with tears; he could sympathize with how she felt, even if he couldn't imagine being alone that long. At least his family had acknowledged his presence. He placed his arm around her and told her that she didn't have to be alone anymore, if she would have him. He felt her cheeks press against his shoulder, and could tell she was smiling. "Yes." She whispered. Jared's dream was coming true. He noticed the sky getting dark and noticed for the first time he was cold. "I wish I'd have thought to bring a lighter. I think a fire could be of use right now." Veronica, still laying on him, got up. Clicking at the miniature buttons on her bracelet for a second, she held her arm out at the center of the small clearing. "Sherak!" she barked, as a bolt of green lightning arced from her hand or her bracelet, Jared couldn't tell which. However, as soon as it hit the ground, a small fire sprang up. Veronica then started to peel off her bracelet and Jared guessed some other either jewelry or gadgetry. She also unwound her tail from her waist; Jared was surprised he didn't notice something as long as her entire body curled around her waist. The thing that surprised Jared the most, however, was the fact that Veronica stripped off her leotard, claiming it constricted her fur and made her stuffy. She left it on the ground as she stretched out her arms and legs, her bare breasts transfixing Jared's eyes. She walked over to Jared; so close that his face was almost at her waist. She pivoted around and sat down between his legs, effectively turning him into a human chair. Jared felt her grind on his hips, tantalizing his erection through his jeans. Jared places his hands around her, hugging her tight. Veronica's hands moved behind her, unzipping his pants. She freed his cock from his pants as she lifted her hips. Jared couldn't help but moan softly as Veronica sat down on his stiff member. She glided it inside slowly, each wet fur tantalizing him, each hair sending a shock of electricity coarsing through Jared's nervous system. Once she was finished sitting down, he pulled her back so they were neck-in-neck. He kissed her neck and inhaled her scent. She smelled wonderful. Veronica must have sensed his pleasure as she whispered in his ear, "I haven't even started." Veronica started rocking her hips, feeling Jared deep inside her. She leaned forward until she was on all fours. Jared needed no further clue. He got up on his knees and places his hands on her side. He took a few experimental thrusts as he got situated, then went at it in earnest. Veronica wrapped her long tail around Jared's waist, pulling him closer, deeper, and making him even more lustful. Veronica then stopped, and turned. She put her leg up and over Jared's head so they were face to face. She pushed Jared back to a sitting position and straddled him. She then moved her hips up and down rapidly, all the while moaning as she began to feel orgasm well up. The steady deep thrusts were more than she could bear. Veronica felt Jared get hotter and hotter as his cock began to swell. She couldn't help but moan, as she knew what was coming. She leaned over and kissed him passionately as she almost screamed while five years of pent up passion was released in one blinding orgasm. She clamped down on Jared, and she knew that she had sent him over the edge as she felt him fill her up. Warm pleasure jetted into her belly as both came. Both lovers were spent, as they collapsed into each other's arms. They slept for the remainder of the night and well into the next morning. To be continued...

MySpace by GoGoWolf

I made this story as a reminder to people to be careful when going on-line. One of my close friends lost a family member because of, you guessed it, MySpace. I know that everyone here is very responsible, but still, please be careful. ======================================================== The

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I made this story as a reminder to people to be careful when going on-line. One of my close friends lost a family member because of, you guessed it, MySpace. I know that everyone here is very responsible, but still, please be careful. ========== The Internet is a really cool place for just about anyone. But that's the problem. It's for everyone. When people meet someone on-line, they don't get all the details. Josh found that out the hard way. Josh is a sixteen year old Timber wolf who just likes to go with the flow. He is a Junior in high school. And his life is pretty stable. Average grades, good parents, good friends, etc. But things were about to change after one of his "friends" asked him out on a "date". His birthday had just came and went. As a birthday present, his parents got him a new computer. And as an added bonus, the decided to get Internet, so he can do whatever he wanted. Before, Josh had to go to the public library just to go on-line. But now he can go on right in the comfort of his own home. Then one day, when one of his friend, a badger named Chris, decided to came over to his house, he asked if he could use his computer for a bit. "Hey, what are you doing?" asked Josh "Oh, I'm just checking my MySpace. It's new, but really cool." said Chris. As Josh watched his friend go on, he was really amazed at all the cool stuff that can be done on one little web-site. He can upload his photos, e-mail his friends, play music and even videos. So he decided to sign up for an account. His friends helped him set everything up and showed him the ropes. They, of course, added him to their MySpace, and he did too. Josh even added people who he didn't know. But he eventually found out that there were from his school. Then, one day, while he was looking at the Bulletin Board, he saw that he had a Friend Request. He takes a look at it, and sees that it's some girl. The Display Name says her name was Fallen Wingless Angel. The avatar shows a picture of a Final Fantasy character, but within the profile, it shows the age and everything else about the person. She was about Josh's age and was also a Timber wolf. Sure enough, the two start talking a lot. Even though Josh was really into this girl, he wanted to find out more about her. So he goes to his friends and asked them if they heard of anyone my that name. None of his friends heard of anyone by that name. Since no one knew who this person was, he decided to ask her personally about her. But one thing was certain about her. She didn't go to his school. So while Josh was on a chat with Fallen Wingless Angel, he asked if they could meet. Fallen Wingless Angel- "Where should we meet at?" Josh- "How about some place where no one will see us? If one of our friends sees us, then everyone will know." Fallen Wingless Angel- "I see your point. Then where do you have in mind?" Josh- "Here's an attachment of the place. \*Attachment\* I'll see you there. How does Saturday sound?" Fallen Wingless Angel- "It's a date. \*giggle\*" And sure enough, the day came. Josh was already at the place where the two would meet. It was an old house that was once the home to some rich guy. But it was still in pretty good condition. Josh was sitting on the porch, waiting for his rendezvous. He then looked at his phone, and saw that she was late. He was just about ready to leave, when he decided to give her more time. He then got up and started to walk around. He knew the house pretty well, so he knew where to go. But as he was turning at a corner, something hit him, and he blacked-out. After several hours, Josh finally woke up. But he found that he could not move due to the fact that he was tied up with rope. He also found that his clothes were gone. And that the taste of something small, round and bumpy was in his mouth, which was being held shut by several wrappings of duct-tape. He was blind-folded, but he could feel that he was on a bed. Probably from with in the house. Josh was very scared. Suddenly, he heard the door slam open and someone grabbed the blind fold off his face. As Josh gained his ability to see once more, he looked up to see who removed the blind fold. In front of him, he saw a large Doberman, whom was also naked. Josh was scared now more than ever. "Well hello there," said the Doberman. "You must be Josh. Nice to finally meet you." Josh was wondering what he meant by "finally meet". The Doberman saw it in his eyes that he was skeptic. "Aww... Don't tell me you forgot. I'm Fallen Wingless Angel. Remember?" Josh was shocked. Not only was he being wolf-napped, but he finds that the one person he loved, turned out to be a rapist. "Now, why don't we have some fun?" said the Doberman as he whispered into Josh's ear. Josh began to tremble. "Aww... you're shaking. We can't have that, now can we?" The Doberman then raised his hand up into the air, and gave Josh a really hard punch to the head, hoping to knock him out. Josh went out, but soon gained consciousness after a few minutes. Making sure that he didn't get hit again, he kept eyes closed. But what he didn't want to happen, was nothing compared to what he was going to get next. He felt the Doberman get on the bed, then he flipped him over. "Time to have some fun with my new toy," said the Doberman in an evil-toned voice. He than began to suck on Josh's cock, like it was a Popsicle. Josh began to whimper. Then he started to cry because his rapist began to bite him so hard, he started to bleed. And as he bled, a shot of cum came with it, and the Doberman began to drink both. Then the Doberman stopped and moved to the back. He then grabbed Josh's rump rump and pulled him towards him. As he pulled him, he dug his claws deep, which then began to bleed as well. "Mmmmph!!!" cried the tied up wolf. As the Doberman heard is cry, he gave Josh another hard smack to the head. "Shut up, bitch!!" yelled the Doberman. Then he began to plow the helpless wolf. His claws were still in the skin of Josh's rump, which was bleeding so much, it was like a red waterfall. With each plow, Josh screamed, but because of the ball in his mouth, no one heard his cry. And with each cry, the Doberman would hit him on the head. Just as hard as ever. Then the Doberman stopped. "This toy is getting boring. I think I'll get rid of it now. But before I do, I think I'll wash it first." He then grabbed his own cock and stated to pump. He pumped hard and fast until eventually, he came. He shake his throbbing member so that call of his cum landed on Josh. Then he grabbed a bottle and a piece of cloth and poured some of the contents of the bottle on the cloth. Then he put the cloth on Josh's mouth and, this time, Josh was out once more. \*\* The next day, Josh was found still tied up on a park bench. He was beaten, had blood all over him, and cum was dripping all over his body. When he was brought up to the police after being cleaned up, he explained everything to them. He gave them the e-mail address of his abductor, which they used to find and book the guy. Josh was glad that he lived after that horrible event. But because of that event, Josh now lives his life with fear of the Internet. And he even promised himself to never go on again.

Repercussions: A Twokinds Fanfic by inuyashasg1

#3 of Revelation: A Twokinds Fanfic Disclaimer All characters belong to Tom Fischbach from his webcomic Two Kin... - Disclaimer All characters belong to Tom Fischbach from his webcomic Two Kinds ([http://twokinds.keenspot.com/](http://twokinds.keenspot.com/)).  If you haven't read it before I highly

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Disclaimer All characters belong to Tom Fischbach from his webcomic Two Kinds ([http://twokinds.keenspot.com/](http://twokinds.keenspot.com/)). If you haven't read it before I highly suggest that you do. \*\*\* Natani awoke early next morning, sore from the night before. She sat up in the bed, stretching her arms out, releasing a long yawn. She rubbed her eyes, looking over to the form lying next to her. Keith was still asleep, his face pressed against the pillow with a content, peaceful look. She reached out her hand to wake him, but stopped short. Everything had moved so fast previous night, and while she didn't regret it, she also didn't want anyone to know about it. She withdrew her hand from him and silently got out of the bed. The orange light of dawn poured through the windows, casting long shadows across the room as Natani searched for her cloths. She found them in a pile and slipped on her shirt, boxers, and pants. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned down grabbing hold of her feet wrappings. In the night they started coming lose, and needed to be tightened to comply with Basitin law. When she was completely dressed, she decided to wake up Keith. Natani gently put her hands on Keith's shoulders and shook him. He slowly opened his groggy eyes. Still half asleep, he saw her leaning over smiling at him. His first reaction was panic, thinking of the numerous times they had been in compromising situations like this, but then he recalled the prior night. He smiled back at Natani noticing she was dressed. "What's going on?" Keith asked the wolf as he pulled back the covers and got out of bed. Natani blushed as she glanced down at his flaccid penis dangling between his legs. She wet her lips and began to speak. "I thought it would be best if I left early, so that no one finds out that we spent the night together. Plus, without my magic working I won't be able to hide my scent, so I need to sneak onto the ship without anyone noticing me. I don't want anyone else knowing about my secret." "Would it really be that bad if the others knew about you? I mean, if we're going to be in a relationship... It's just going to be really difficult to keep it secret isn't it?" Keith nervously asked as he grabbed a pair of underware from his dresser. Natani narrowed her eyes as she looked at Keith. She calmly but firmly responded to his question. "Maybe in the future I'll tell the others, but that decision is mine, and mine alone to make." She eased up a bit after she made her point and continued speaking "I'll see you back on the ship." Keith finished dressing after Natani left. Now that he had decided to continue traveling with Natani and the others he needed to decide what to take with him to the ship. Along with his position he had received numerous items, but he wasn't interested in bringing any of them with him. All he needed were the items he had arrived with. Out of his dresser he grabbed several diffrent colored shirts, three pairs of grey trousers, several sets of boxers, and his winter green colored cloak, putting them all in a canvas duffal bag. He walked down the hall to his study to get the last item he needed. Papers, books, and other assorted objects that had been knocked off the desk during the pair's heated exchange still lay on the floor. Keith ignored the mess and went straight over to the desk. He pulled out the third drawer from the top and pushed aside several quills and a container of ink before a glint caught his eye. He moved his hand and grabbed hold of the small key. With the key in hand, he went to the large chest and unlocked it. The interior of the chest was barren save for only his sword. A sign of how little he belonged on the island. Keith returned the key to the drawer and pushed it back into the desk. He gathered his gear and headed towards the door. Just as he reached for the handle he heard a knock. He opened the door nearly instantly, surprising the Basitin soldier on the outside. "Ambassador Keiser," the armor wearing Basitin started. "We've spotted a human and a female Keidran on the outskirts of the city. What would you like us to do?" "What species is the Keidran?" Keith asked, a spark of hope rising at the small chance of Laura somehow being alive. "She appears to be a Fox. It's hard to say for certain with the human carrying her." The Soldier responded in a professional, but detached manor. Keith was shocked at the news, and with hope burning inside him, he gave the soldier an order. "Bring me a horse, we're going to go get them." --- After twenty minutes of hard riding across the coastline, Trace and Laura were finally in sight. Keith jumped off his horse while it was still moving, yelling out Laura's name as he ran towards the pair. Laura began to move in Trace's arms, so he helped the fox to her feet. She took a couple of weak, unbalanced steps towards Keith before collapsing into his arms. "Keith, you're alive." Laura strained to say, her voice shaky and weak. "I was so worried you had been killed. Just seeing you again, I feel like I can finally rest..." Laura passed out with those words. Keith held her close to his body, weaping and mumbling something incoharent that only she was ment to understand. Trace watched Keith hugging Laura to himself, then looked down at his left hand. It was black, chared, and misshaped from his use of black magic. Black magic might be able to save her but there wasn't any guaranty, and just the attempt might kill him. If he could access his regular magic there might be a chance to save her, a very slim chance. He looked back at Keith, who was continuing to sob into Lauras cheak, and decided that a small hope was better then no hope at all. Trace wanted to be gental, but knew that with Keith in this condition he would have to be blunt to get his attention. "Keith, she's going to die if she stays on this island, but there is a chance she could be saved. I might be able to save her with magic, but I can't use any so long as we're on this island. It'll be a long shot, but if we can get far enough away she might have a chance." Keith's crying softened, and he nodded his head, letting Trace know that Keith understood him. Together the two men picked her up and eased her on to the horse, then headed off towards the ship. --- Natani was hiding in a closet as two slaves, a fox and a dog, passed by. The two were talking about what they would do once Trace bought their freedom. In the tight confines of the closet, she could smell not only her own scent, but Keith's also. It had completely slipped her mind that between the kissing, sex, and night spent cuddling together, that she reeked of the Basitin. She realized take she needed to take a bath before heading back to her room. With luck the bath would wash away both scents, at least long enough to avoid any uncomfortable conversations. The bathing room was empty when Natani arrived, just as she hoped it would be. There was no way to lock the door, so she would need to move fast. She thoroughly rubbed her body down with soap, paying special attention to her rear and groin. She submerged her entire body in water, rinsing off the suds. She got up out of the water and lifted her arm to her nose, taking a deep whiff to make sure there was no trace of Keith's scent. All she could smell was the fresh smell of soap, even her own scent was masked and that's when she got an idea. After Natani had dried off, she put her clothes on and snuck back to her room. Once there, she took off her shirt and wrapped her breasts in an attempt to hide them as much as she could. Without the use of magic though, there was still a visible bulge on her chest. She needed something more loosely fitting then a shirt. She grabbed a black robe from a small chest at the foot at her bed. She laid the robe out on the floor, and produced a small bottle from her right trouser pocket. The bottle was full of sweet smelling purfume that belonged to Kathrin; at least it did before Natani had stolen it from the bath. She began to sprinkle it over the robe until half the bottle was empty. The smell would be so strong it would cover up her own natual musk, and if anyone asked, she would just say that she knocked the bottle onto her clothes by accident. Natani suddenly felt ship begin move, much like it felt when they were at open sea. She put on the robe and left the room heading towards the main deck. On the way to the main deck, Natani spotted Flora running down the hallway. "Hey Flora, what's going on?" Natani asked the tigress. Flora stopped for a second and flashed Natani a smile before responding. "Trace is back! Oh, and Keith was with him. I guess now that everyone is back on board, Eric decided it was time to leave." Once she was done telling Natani what she had seen, the two women continued up towards the main deck. On the main deck of the ship, Keith was leaning over Laura, holding her right hand in both of his. She was lying unconscious on a cot taking shallow ragged breaths. Trace was standing next to Keith, looking down at the dying Keidran. Both Natani and Flora approached the two men, not yet seeing the fox. Flora ran up and practically tackled Trace with a hug. Natani on the other hand, casually strolled up to Keith, acting nonchalant until she saw Laura. "I thought she was dead," Natani said, not believing her eyes. "Nearly," Keith responded in a hoarse voice. "She won't last much longer if we can't do something. Trace thinks he might be able to save her with magic if we can get far enough away." Keith looked up from the limp vixen to Natani. "Will you help?" Natani made a quick glance at Flora and Trace to see if they were listening. The two were busy with cuddling, and weren't interested in trying to listen in on Natani and Keith's conversation. "Of course I'll help you idiot. I'm not going to let her die just because we spent one night together. Besides, she helped save us all. I owe her." "Thank you Natani." Keith said smiling as he looked down at Laura. Natani frond slightly as she looked down at Keith holding Laura's hand. She was frustrated and angry, but not at either of them, she was mad at herself. She had her repressed her feeling for Keith for so long, only to act on it all in one moment of weakness. Now everything was going wrong. If Laura survived Keith would be with her. If the vixen died, he would probably be even worse off, somehow believing he failed to save her. Either way Natani was going to get hurt and all because she couldn't control her feelings. Natani walked over to the rail encircling the main deck as she put her self-pity aside and concentrated on trying to find a way to save Laura. She braced her hands on the rails, and leaned over the side, looking back towards the islands. Despite that the ship had only left a few minutes ago, the island was already quite some distance away. The wind was pushing the ship at a high speed, and with luck they would soon be out of this magic void. Of course, there was no way to tell how far the void extended. "Keith said you would help me with Laura." Trace said, breaking Natani's concentration. She turned around, about to say that she couldn't understand him when she spotted Flora. Flora quickly translated what he said and Natani nodded her head up and down. Seeing her response, Trace continued. "Good. To be honest, I'm not sure how much it's going to take to save her, but you can bet it will take a lot. I can already feel the magic starting to grow. I think in another hour we should be far enough away to try saving her. If we wait much longer then that..." Trace let the sentence hang unfinished, not needing to say what everyone already knew. The hour went by slowly but eventually the time for action came. Trace and Natani both took their positions next to Laura. Trace was at her head while Natani was standing at her feet. A small group formed around Laura consisting of Keith, Flora, Eric, and Kathrin, along with a number of the ship's slaves. A blue aura formed around Trace and Natani which then began to move to Laura. The aura grew brighter the longer Trace and Natani continued the spell until it was nearly impossible to look at any of them. Suddenly the aura vanished leaving Laura still lying on the ground. For a few seconds it looked as though the spell had failed, but then Laura began made a small movement. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was a sign that the spell was working. A collective sigh of relief came from everyone who had been watching. Keith had a smile on his face as he carefully picked up Laura. Eric moved next to him and told him that he had a room already prepared for the fox. Keith nodded his head and followed the human down into the ship. Eric opened the door to Laura's room. It was small, only large enough for a chair, small chest, and a bed, but for the time being it would be just fine. Keith gently laid her onto the bed and pulled the cover up over her body. Keith then sat down in the chair next to the bed and began to keep watch over her. Eric bid Keith farewell and left the room. Meanwhile, Natani was still on the main deck, sitting on the wooden floor. Both she and Trace were exhausted from performing the spell. Flora was helping Trace back to their quarters, subtly stroking his chest while whispering something into his ear. Natani watched them as they disappeared down into the ship, briefly imaging that being her and Keith. She sighed, banishing the image from her mind. There was no point in wasting time on what could have been. She pushed herself to her feet, wavering a little as she gained her balance. Slowly she walked down into the ship, through the currently empty corridors and entered her room. Once inside she didn't even bother to take off her clothes before crawling into the bed. As she laid there with her eyes closed, she thought about going to Keith and talking to him. She wanted to know where they stood, but not today. Right now, all she wanted was sleep. --- Natani awoke to a knock at her door. "Who is it?" She asked while yawning. "It's Flora," came the response. "One moment," Natani said stretching her arms and cracking her neck. She got out of the bed and looked down to make sure she was still disguised. Once she was sure everything was fine, she opened the door and let Flora in. "What is it Flora, did something happen?" Natani asked, curious to know why the tiger wanted to talk. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. Trace just woke up a couple of hours ago. No one had seen you since you cast the spell, and I was worried something had happened." Flora said, and edge of concern in her voice. "How long have I been asleep?" Natani asked, now fully awake and aware that something was amiss. Flora fiddled with her fingers and broke eye contact with Natani before responding. "Almost two days." "No one thought to check on me for two days!" Natani yelled, not really at Flora but just in a general disbelief. "In our defense you did lock yourself in your room for a week on the way to the Basitin islands." Flora responded defensively. "Yeah, but that was because I was in... That was because of personal reasons." Natani quickly corrected her story, hoping that the tigress wouldn't inquire about what she almost said. Fortunately Flora wasn't really in a curious mood right then. Natani let out a slow breath, calming herself. "How's Laura doing?" "She was still asleep last time I checked, and Keith was still with her. I think he's been awake all this time watching over her. "Flora told Natani, and then added, "It's really kind of romantic when you think about it." Natani gave Flora a cold look and walked past her out of her room, leaving a confused Flora standing in the doorway. After Natani stopped by ships galley, she went to Laura's room, peaking in to see if either Keith or Laura were awake. Just as Flora had said, Keith sitting there awake. He turned his head and saw her through the crack in the door way. He gave her a small smile, but what she noticed was the dark bags under his eyes and his drooping ears. She quietly entered the room being careful not to wake up Laura, assuming that the fox could even be awakened by noise. "Any change?" Natani whispered to Keith. Keith shook his head. "Not really, but she does seem to be breathing more easily." "How are you doing? Because, I have to be honest; you look like crap." Natani bluntly told Keith. "I'm fine. I've been keeping her company. It's all I can do to help her." Keith told Natani as he gazed at Laura, sadness filling his voice. "Look Keith," Natani started. "I know you want to be with her incase anything should happen, but I doubt she'd want you to do this to yourself. You're clearly exhausted." Keith started to say he was fine, but she cut him off. "Go get a few hours of sleep. I'll stay here with Laura and if anything happens I'll be sure to get you." Keith tried to protest, but Natani gave him a look that told him he had no chance of winning the argument. Giving up he pushed himself to his feet. "Thank you Natani, this means a lot to me." After Keith left the room Natani mumbled to herself. "It's not like I have anything better to do on this ship." She took a seat in the chair Keith had been using. She thought to herself that she might as well get comfortable; it was going to be a long day. About five hours in, Natani caught herself trying to fall asleep. The only thing that stopped her was a knock at the door. She opened the door and saw a slave holding a tray of food. She took from the tray from the dog and thanked him. As she began to eat the food, she wondered to herself how Keith managed to stay awake for the better part of two days with nothing to do. The silence in the room was suddenly broken. "Keith," Laura said weakly while blinking her eyes, trying to get the ceiling in focus. Natani got up out of the chair and leaned over Laura so she could be seen. "How are you feeling?" "Thirsty," Laura replied, her voice rough. Natani grabbed the pitcher of water and poured some into a glass. She helped Laura sit up and handed her the glass saying, "drink it slowly." Laura wanted to gulp down the liquid, but did as the wolf told her. She sipped down the glass, letting it her sooth her dry mouth and sore throat. When she was finished with the water, she asked Natani, "Where's Keith?" "He's asleep." Natani responded but then quickly added that Keith had been watching over her of the last two days straight. Natani didn't want Laura to think that Keith didn't care about her. "I'll go get him. He'll want to know you're awake." "Please don't. He needs to rest, and I don't want be more of a burden to him." Laura said pushing herself up slightly, leaning against the bed's head board. Natani sighed and slightly shook her head. "He doesn't see you as a burden. Are you sure you don't want me to get him?" "Its fine," Laura responded. The two spent the next few minutes in an uncomfortable silence. "Natani, do you mind if I ask you something?" Laura asked breaking the silence. "What do you want to know?" Natani asked before taking a drink of water. Laura responded by innocently asking, "What's Keith like?" Natani was caught off guard by the question and started coughing on the water. Her mind had instantly gone to the dirtiest possible meaning of the question, but then her rational side took hold. There was no way Laura could know that she had sex with Keith. When she had recovered from her coughing fit she responded to Laura's request. "What can I tell you about Keith that you don't already know?" A down trodden look formed on Laura's face. "Keith and I didn't really talk much on the island, and then everything got so hectic. I was hoping that you could tell me what it's been like traveling with him." Natani agreed to Laura's request and began to tell her about what it was like traveling with Keith. She explained that when they first met they were enemies, and through some circumstances she was forced to travel with Keith and the others. Over time she became friends with Keith and now trusts him completely. Natani chose to omit certain details in her story, such as trying to kill Keith when they first met, and about her secret. As she was telling the fox all of this, it occurred to her how nice it was to have someone else to talk with other than just Keith. Laura smiled. "Sounds like he hasn't changed much." Then the vixen asked a question that Natani really didn't want to be asked. "Do you know if there's been anyone since me?" Alarms were going off in Natani's mind as paranoia struck. "Did Laura suspect something? Why would she ask if she didn't?" Somehow through her panic she managed to maintain a cool exterior and responded to Laura's question. "That's something you're going to have to ask Keith about." Natani said in a cheerful manor, careful to give no hint of being with Keith. It wasn't a lie Natani told herself, it was just an omission of the truth. The two continued to talk about various things for the next couple of hours. Eventually a knock came at the door. It was the same slave, with Natani's dinner. Natani thanked the dog that brought her food and took it over to the chair. She was about to dig into the food when it occurred to her that Laura hadn't eaten for days, and was probably famished. "Do you think you can eat?" Natani asked, bringing the tray of food over to Laura. Laura grabbed the tray from Natani and began to scarf down the food. When Laura was done eating Natani took the tray. "I'm going to go get Keith; he's probably awake by now. Let's keep it a secret that you've been awake all this time. As far as Keith knows, I went and got him as soon as you woke up." Natani winked at Laura and left the room. Natani knocked on the door of Keith's , but when she received no answer, she cracked the door and peaked in. She saw that Keith was still sound asleep. Walking over to him, she saw his relaxed face. She leaned down towards him, putting her lips less than an inch from him. Natani held herself there, trying to decide what she wanted to do before pulling away with a sigh. She reached out with her arm and shook him awake. After giving him a few seconds to become fully conscious she told him the good news. "Laura's awake, and she seems to be in good condition." "That's great!" Keith nearly shouted in joy. He hugged Natani causing her to blush, and started to head out of his room. Natani grabbed his arm as he passed by her, stopping him in his tracks. "You might want something more than just your boxers." The wolf said to Keith . He gave a halfhearted laugh and walked over to his bag, pulling out his shirt and pants. --- For the next week Laura remained in her room, continuing to recover. Keith spent nearly every waking moment keeping her company. The few times he wasn't there Natani would visit. Natani and Laura were quickly becoming friends, which was something Natani wasn't sure she was comfortable with. Whenever she was with Laura she felt increasingly guilty about having had sex with Keith. It was becoming too much for her, so she had decided to tell Keith it was over. It was just a one-time thing. They could both just pretend it never hand and move on with their lives. Natani set out to find Keith. First she checked his room, but when she found it was empty she figured he must be with Laura. When she got to the fox's room, she heard Keith speaking to Laura. Rather than interrupt him, she decided to wait until he was done. Curious about what they were talking about, she pressed her ear up to the door. "I didn't want to hurt you, but there's something I need to tell you. I've... I've been with someone else. I can't go into too much detail, but..."Natani heard Keith say. Even through the door she could tell how nervous and sorry he was. Laura cut him off. Natani was surprised, she had expected Laura to sound angry, but her voice seemed to be completely devoid of emotion. "You don't need to explain. We were apart for a long time. It's only natural that you would move on. As long as you're happy Keith, I'm happy. So please go be with them." Natani moved away from the door and hid down the hallway, not wanting to be seen by Keith when he left the room. The last thing she heard Keith say was, "I'm so sorry." From down the hall, Natani watched him leave the room, his head hung low with shame. When he was gone Natani went in. She found Laura softly crying on the bed, though she quickly stopped when she heard someone enter the room. Laura turned her head, expecting to see Keith coming back to tell her something else, but quickly realized it was Natani "Did you hear what he said?" Laura asked the wolf, whipping the tears from her eyes. "Yeah, I was eaves dropping," Natani said somberly. She needed to tell Laura the truth; she deserved to know. "Laura, I know Keith didn't tell you much, but there are some details you need to know. I'm the person Keith was talking about." Laura sat up in the bed and gave Natani a skeptical look. "You're telling me that you, the guy who helped bring me back from the brink of death, the guy who has helped watch over me, the guy who I've been making friends with, is the guy who Keith is in love with. That seems a bit of a stretch to me, but you know what, I can't think of any reason for you to lie to me. So why tell me this? I mean it's not like it hurts any less knowing that Keith's gay. Are you telling me this just to rub it in?" Natani grimaced at Laura's accusation. Despite this, she continued to explain. "I'm not telling you to gloat. I'm telling you because you don't have the whole picture. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, only started a little over a week ago. We all thought you were dead. We thought you killed in the tower explosion and Keith was acting all depressed. When I went over to his house, all I had intended to do was talk some sense into him. Things got heated and we let ourselves lose control. And I won't lie to you, at that time I thought Keith and I might actually have a future, but the second there was a chance you might live I backed off. I figured it would just be a one-time thing. "But I guess he didn't." Laura replied with just a little less anger in her voice. Natani shook her head back and forth. "I can't understand why though. You didn't see how he was when you were dying. You were all he had on his mind. You know he's been with you every waking moment. Plus, since you got back, he hasn't once looked at me the way he did that night. What I'm trying to say is that he loves you." Natani responded with a hint of defeat in her voice as she leaned up against the foot of Laura's bed. The anger was gone from Laura's voice, replaced by sadness. "Even if he does, he must love you more. If he didn't, why would he choose to be with you?" Natani sighed, "It doesn't matter; you deserve to be with him. I'll just tell him what I told you. It was just a one-time thing." "I can't believe I'm asking this, especially knowing that I could probably be with Keith just by holding my tongue, but do you love him?" Laura asked, genuinely interested in the answer. "Yes, I think. I'm just worried that I'm confusing love with lust. It would be safer to just end it here." Natani replied with a blush across her face. "You don't get anywhere without taking some risks." Laura said thinking back to Keith and her wedding day. "When Keith and I were to be married I got scared and ran away. Whatever we could have had was lost because of that decision. Of course, with him being gay it might not have turned out so well even if we had gotten married." "Laura can I tell you a secret?" Natani asked. Laura nodded her head and Natani took a deep breath. "Keith's not gay." Laura was confused. "So what is he bi?" "No, well not exactly. I'm a woman, or at least my body is." Natani said, completely flustered. Laura didn't believe that the tall, muscular wolf standing in front of her could possibly be a woman. "Prove it," she said. Natani blushed uncontrollably at the thought of stripping in front of Laura. "Why? What reason would I have to make this up?" "What reason would you have to disguise yourself as a guy?" Laura responded bluntly. "Because..." Natani replied, as though that one word would explain everything. Laura raised an eyebrow at Natani's response. "If you really are a woman just show me. It's not like I haven't seen the parts before." Natani drooped her shoulders in defeat. "Fine, you win." She said while grabbing the chair, and wedging it under the door handle so no one could walk in on them. While still facing the door, Natani began to strip. She removed her robe first, letting it fall to the floor. She then unwrapped the bandages that were hiding her large breasts, and dropped them on top of robe. Finally she unbuttoned her trousers, slipped her thumbs under her boxers, and pulled them both down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and turned around to face Laura. "Believe me now?" Natani asked in sarcastic manner. Laura's face was bright red as she stood there inspecting the wolf's body. Despite what she had said, she was still embarrassed to have another woman strip for her. She stared at two large, firm orbs on the wolf's chest. "How do you manage to hide those?" Laura asked, never taking her eyes off the other woman's breasts. "The wrappings I use are magic. Without magic, they're very hard to hide." Natani said with a laugh. She saw that Laura was still fixated on her breasts and a dirty idea crept into her mind. With a mischievous smile on her face she told Laura, "It's your turn now." Laura gasped. "What! Why should I?" "Turnabout is fair play, you saw me naked so now..." Natani didn't bother to finish the sentence, knowing that Laura understood. Much to Natani's surprise and delight, Laura complied with the request. She got out of the bed and revealed that all she had on was an oversized cotton shirt that hung down halfway to her knees. She grabbed ahold the bottom of the shirt and held onto it, trying to work up the courage to take it off. Finally she did, and lifting it over her head and tossing it on the bed behind her. Natani eyed the petite fox's body as the feeling of lust started to build in her. Natani moved towards Laura who tried to take a step back only be blocked by the bed. In the short time it took Laura to recover from nearly falling onto the bed, Natani had moved within only inches from her. The wolf leaned her head next to Laura's, and whispered into her ear. "You said that taking risks was good right, so how badly do you want to be with Keith?" Laura felt Natani's hot breath on her ear with every word she spoke, arousing her and making it difficult to respond. She forced herself to concentrate on the question and replied, "I would do anything to be with Keith." "Good, because I was thinking that we could share him." Natani replied with a grin on her face. "I don't think Keith would go for it. Surely that would have to be some kind of taboo in Basitin culture." Laura stuttered out as a mental imaged of the three of them going at it formed in her mind. Natani leaned back from Laura and shrugged her shoulders. "You're probably right about it being a taboo in Basitin culture. However, Keith doesn't follow Basitin rules as close as you might think he does. Besides, I was thinking that we would surprise him instead of just asking him. So, are you in?" While Laura was thinking about her answer, there was something she wanted to know. "What's it like to be with Keith?" "It's hard to put in words, but if you want I can show you." Natani said, putting her hand on Laura's leg. Laura gulped. She had been growing more aroused as she thought about what Natani had suggested, but when Natani touched her, she almost lost control. There was still one important question that needed to be answered. "Why would you want to share Keith? What's in it for you?" Natani moved her had to Laura's inner thigh, and began to gently caress it. "Being with you would make Keith very happy, and I want to see him happy. However, that is only half the reason. The other half is that I think you're a very attractive vixen, and Keith will be sharing you with me as much as I'm sharing him with you." Laura blushed and gave into her desire. "You got a deal. So, how are we going to surprise him exactly?" Natani leaned down and put her lips on Laura's, giving her a very soft kiss. Then she whispered into the vixen's ear. "Just leave that to me." Laura nodded her head then quickly took the initiative and began to kiss Natani. She slipped her tongue into the wolf's mouth exploring every inch of it. Natani was surprised at how aggressive the small fox was and moved her own tongue into the other woman's mouth, rubbing it against Laura's tongue in a sensual manner. While the two women were kissing Natani slowly moved the hand she been caressing Laura's leg with upward until she finally reached the foxes pussy. With her middle finger she slowly to trace the outline of Laura's lower lips; waiting to be sure the fox was fully committed. Laura kissed Natani even harder as the wolf teased her pussy until finally she couldn't take it anymore and tore her mouth away from Natani's. "What are you waiting for?" Natani smirked and thrust her finger inside Laura, eliciting a soft moan from the fox. "I just wanted to make sure you really wanted this, because there's no turning back now." Laura just nodded her head and closed her eyes. She was concentrating on Natani's finger slowly pushing into her, then pulling out only to be thrust back in faster than before. Natani watched the fox's face light up, her mouth slightly agape with another barely audible moan escaping it. The wolf smiled seeing the pleasure she was causing the fox then pulled her finger out of Laura and whispered into her ear. "Lay down on the bed." Laura turned around and crawled up on the bed towards the headboard, being sure to hold her tail up as she went to allow Natani a good view of her wet pussy. Laura lowered herself flat against the white sheets then rolled over on her back. Natani came up beside her, once again inspecting the vixen's body. Natani took her right hand and now using two fingers resumed her attack on Laura's pussy. She watched as the fox's body shutter at the sensation of being penetrated by two fingers at once, then moved her head closer to one of Laura's small breast. With her free hand she reached up and began to gently massage Laura's right breast. The new feeling caused Laura's eyes to shoot open and lean her head down so that she could see what Natani was doing. Just as she began to watch, the wolf opened her mouth and dragged her tongue across lower half of the breast. Natani gave it a second lick, this time concentrating on the nipple. As the wolf flicked her tongue across the vixen's hard nipple, Laura let out a ragged breath. Hearing this, Natani moved her hand to the other breast and began massaging it while continuing her oral ministration on Laura's right one. Natani was thinking about adding a third finger, when Laura suddenly gasped and groaned. Natani realized that she had hit Laura's G-spot and decided to forgo adding another finger, and instead increased her speed. She pistoned her fingers in and out of Laura, at the same time stepping up her attention to the fox's small, firm breasts. Laura tried to hold back her orgasm, savoring the feeling that Natani was giving her but she couldn't any longer. She cried out as she orgasamed, but was quickly silenced by Natani clamping her mouth over fox's. Natani pulled her fingers out of Laura and broke the kiss. Laura panted as she watched the wolf bring her soaked fingers to her mouth, sensually rubbing them across her lips. Then she opened her mouth and sucked on them, releasing a low growl. "You taste good," Natani said to the fox. While Laura was recovering Natani climbed on top of her. Natani lowered herself onto the vixen's leg and began to grind her pussy against it. Feelings of pleasure shot through the wolf as she started to grow wet. Natani closed her eyes as she continued to rub against Laura when suddenly she was tipped over. Laura quickly crawled on top of Natani, and gave the surprised wolf a passionate kiss. As the two women made out, Laura moved her hand down to one of Natani's breasts and began to massage it just like the wolf had done to her. The two women broke their kiss, and Laura began to lick her way down Natani's body. She started with the wolf's neck, licking down between her plump breasts, continuing on to Natani's tight muscled stomach. When Laura finally reached Natani's pussy, she stopped playing with the wolf's breasts and used both her arms to spread the woman's legs apart. Laura looked up at Natani's face as she began to lick up and down the wolf's wet pussy, watching for her reaction. Natani groaned as the small vixen teased her lower lips. Laura took another long lick, then moved her right hand to the wolf's pussy and inserting two fingers while she continued her oral attack. Natani moaned at the unexpected penetration then reached down and ran her hand through the vixen's hair. Laura continued working on Natani for the next few minutes, when she got an idea. With her remaining free hand, Laura began to play with Natani's clit. Natani was pushed over the edge, barely fighting back a scream as she soaked Laura's fingers. Laura removed her fingers and pressed her face against the wolf as she drove her tongue deep inside the other woman, trying to drink in as much of Natani's love juices as she could. Natani continued to run her hand through Laura's hair as she recovered from her orgasm. She watched the smaller woman licking away at her and thought to herself how different it was being with another woman. Laura wasn't better or worse than Keith, the vixen just appealed to her in a completely different way. Maybe it was her male side wanting to be satisfied. Either way it was certainly going to make things very interesting so long as Keith could be convinced. Natani wasn't sure what time it was, but she knew it was late. She would have loved to continue exploring Laura's body all the way to dawn. However, if everything went according to her plan, the next night would be a very and require a lot of energy. Natani pulled herself away from Laura, forcing the fox to stop her oral assault. "Get up," Natani said gently to the vixen. "There's one more thing I'd like to try before we call it a night. Laura sat up, keeping one hand on the wolf's leg. "Don't tell me you're tired already." Laura said slyly. "Not particularly, but if we have too much fun tonight, we'll be too tired to enjoy Keith tomorrow don't you think?" Natani retorted. Laura shook her head up and down rapidly. "What did you want to do?" "Lay down and I'll show you." Natani responded in a sensual manor. Laura did as she was asked, lying down on her back. Natani spread the vixen's legs. Crawling on her hands and knees, she positioned herself above one. With one of Laura's legs under her, Natani lifted the other leg over her shoulder and shifted into a sitting position putting the women's pussies only a couple of inches apart. Natani inched forward until she was pressing firmly against Laura. Natani smiled as she felt the other woman's hot, wet pussy smashed against her's. Not wanting to waste any time, Natani began to rock her hips into the vixen. When Laura felt Natani grinding into her pussy, she also began to rock her hips. Natani was panting as pleasure ran through her body, and every minute or so, she shifted her angle of attack until she heard Laura release a loud moan. Natani felt the fox's orgasm as Laura's juices flowed free. Most soaked the wolf's nether fur, but the rest flowed into Natani. Between the pleasure of grinding into the vixen, and the look of complete ecstasy on Laura's face, Natani lost control. She released a stifled scream, soaking the other woman's crotch, then collapsed backwards onto the bed. Both women laid there panting, trying to get their breath back while they come down from the orgasmic high. "That was fun." Laura said between her ragged breaths. "Are you sure you don't want to go again." Natani rolled over, crawled up to Laura, and gave her a quick kiss. "Maybe tomorrow. That should to prove to be a very interesting experience." Natani stood up, her legs were still a little weak but she ignored it. She kneeled down and grabbed her clothes off the floor. Laura watched as Natani's breasts disappear as they were wrapped in the magic cloth. Then the wolf slipped on her boxers, which almost instantly became soaked from the two women's lady cum. Finaly she put on her pants and robe. Natani cracked the door, making sure the path was clear. With the hallway empty, she left the Laura's room and made it back to her's without incident. \*\*\* Notes Please tell me what you thought of the chapter. With luck the next chapter should be up in a month or less.

A New Phase - Chapter 2 by KitFox

#2 of A New Phase Waking up is hard to do. -     A New Phase Chapter 2 Jack opened his eyes to bright hospital critical care lights and the steady, monotonous blip of an EKG and the distinct discomfort of IV's and oxygen lines tied to his arm and face. He groaned as he realized that his head was

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A New Phase Chapter 2 Jack opened his eyes to bright hospital critical care lights and the steady, monotonous blip of an EKG and the distinct discomfort of IV's and oxygen lines tied to his arm and face. He groaned as he realized that his head was bound, though it didn't hurt from being hit anymore, it just was throbbing from the tightness of the bindings. He flicked his eyes at some movement to his side and saw the same wolf standing there along with the spotted cat that he had seen in his home originally. He blinked as a third creature came into view and as his vision cleared somewhat, he made it out to be a cat with stygian fur and amber eyes. He'd find this quite interesting on any other day, and if it wasn't him involved. Jack swallowed and looked at them, opening his mouth to speak, but the wolf placed a finger on his lips. "Shhh... Not now, I'll be able to explain more when you are released from the hospital and have some privacy. Don't respond to me, it won't help matters. Just relax." Both cats looked up suddenly as a fox in a lab coat entered the room looking a mite peeved. The fox's gaze landed on the spotted cat first and he immediately berated her. "I don't know who you folks are, but I got reports of three people hanging around in one of our empty treatment rooms. I'm the director of this hospital, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We need to re-prep this room for the next patient now!" Ears laid back, the wolf turned slowly and fixed his gaze on the impertinent vulpine, who did a double take and quickly wilted in shock. "M-master Takaran," the fox stuttered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you." The poor fox fidgeted, and looked pleading, "I really do need to get this room set for patients though, no disrespect intended." The wolf simply stepped forward and with a swift move of his paw, caught the fox's wrist. The fox flinched, expecting the worst. Jack couldn't see precisely what was going on in his reclined position, but he suddenly felt a warm paw placed against his shin and pressed lightly. The touch froze, then squeezed his leg just a little, testingly. The fox suddenly froze as if he had seen a ghost and he looked at Jack as if noticing the human for the first time. "He's... awake...though..." the fox mumbled, wide-eyed with his ears flat back against his skull as he noted Jack's alert gaze on him. "Awake, and fully soft either way," the wolf stated. "He -IS- the patient in here, so I would suggest you update your records accordingly." "I... I will!" exclaimed the fox, still looking shaken. "Er... What is his name again?" "Jack Starson," answered the spotted cat, and the fox looked at her, then quickly pulled out a small notepad and scribbled. "And I am Sess'tha Prowniss," the cat continued, "A resident in his home. Send one of your registration folks, I'll give them all the information." The wolf, Master Takaran, looked at the black feline. "Assist her with the information. The Mastery will be taking direct interest and control of this situation." His gaze returned to the fox. "Please do not attempt to treat him though. His medics are already doing so, and I have as well." Jack was honestly getting more and more confused by the moment, though honestly he did feel better. He watched the byplay between the four animals though his eyes widened as a human doctor walked into the room through the fox. All four animals ignored the doctor completely, though they did obviously note his presence. "Ah, you are awake!" the doctor exclaimed. "You had us worried for a short while when you came in, but after getting some history, and finding nothing seriously wrong in tests, we decided that it would be best to let you sleep." He scribbled some things on his clipboard. "I am Doctor Crissen, attending physician on duty right now. Seems that besides severe sleep deprivation issues, you also got knocked on the head by a burglar. Thankfully no major trouble from that, you'll just be sore for a week or so. We have a few more tests now that you are awake, and if all goes well, we'll have you home by early afternoon. Do you have any questions for me right now?" Jack thought about this for a while, eyeing the animals who were still discussing business. "Umm... Doc, what if I have been suffering from... well... hallucinations?" All four animals heard him and glanced at him sharply. "I wouldn't go there," murmured the wolf. "You were seriously sleep-deprived," the doctor told him in answer. "That tends to make you end up not only experience what we call micro-sleeps, or up to ten seconds of actually being asleep, but also potentially enter something like a dream state. So you would be dreaming, even though you are awake, and this would seem like hallucinations. Not to worry though, they would be short-lived flashes, and should be gone once you get enough sleep." The man smiled, "Just to let you know, it's around 4 am Sunday morning. You've been sleeping since they brought you in Friday night. That should be most of the sleep you need to recover, though it may take a while for your body to get back on track." Jack eyed the animals, all four of whom looked concerned, and the fox stepped forward, "I have to agree with Master Takaran, Jack-human. If you have come to be able to see our phase, I wouldn't go advertising it. And that's my official advice as a doctor of science, not of magic." Doctor Crissen noted Jack's stare and glanced in that direction briefly, but he only saw the empty visitor's chairs. "Don't have anybody we can call to come see you?" the doctor asked, misinterpreting the reason for the stare. Jack started, looking back at the human doctor. "Oh, no... Nobody locally at least. The rest of my family is in Maine, and they honestly wouldn't care." He quickly decided that he would have to take this at face value for now, as he could see the issues doing otherwise would cause. "Good, a nurse will be in to take care of things soon then." And with that, the doctor nodded and headed out the door. "Just relax," the wolf said. "They'll likely have you out by noon or so, and we'll discuss things with you at your home." The fox departed after a quiet discussion with the wolf outside, and a ferret showed up shortly thereafter to take information from the two cats, leaving Jack alone in the room. He thought about the whole situation for some time, then a bit longer, and finally decided that the whole mess was just insane, and he would have to deal with things as they came. \* \* \* The wolf, apparently named Takaran, and the two cats had left while he was being set up to go home by the human hospital folks. A bit of talk with the police, where he remembered the wolf's advice and kept his story clean, then he was good to go. Several animals had poked their heads in to observe his discharge, but otherwise it was uneventful. And so with a taxi ride home that he spent most of with his eyes closed and promise of a bill from the hospital, he arrived back home. He was relieved that the officers had at least left his apartment locked. Upon walking in, however, things went back to about as crazy as before. The two cats were sitting on his futon, each reading a book, while he smelled the scent of cooking from the kitchen. Two feline faces looked up at him as the books were set down, and he opened his mouth to issue an internally-rehearsed calm inquiry as to what in the name of everything under the universe was going on, when he was promptly struck by what could best be described as a panic stricken freight train covered in thick red and cream fur. The vixen that he had seen that night was a bustle of activity, checking him over thoroughly, sniffing at every part of him and touching him pretty much everywhere. She seemed satisfied even before he was finished reeling from her initial collision. "Oh, you're alright!" she exclaimed, fussing over him, taking him by the arm and dragging him to the futon to be pushed to sit between the two cats, both of those two diving out of the way to make room. "I was so worried for you!" she exclaimed, and then called to the kitchen, "Farren! Is dinner ready? He's back! He must be starving!" She examined him some more, especially the back of his head, which surprisingly was now completely devoid of any evidence of the prior impact. "I'm still not happy with Takaran for hitting you. And I was worried because you were gone for so long. Are you sure your head's okay? At least I don't feel a bump. Doesn't hurt does it?" "Selkine," the spotted cat murmured softly from his right, "Firstly, dinner will be ready when it's ready. Secondly, I think you just freaked him out. Thirdly, you might want to stop suffocating him with your chest. I'm sure he would like to breathe." "Oh!!" the vixen exclaimed, leaping off him. She had been straddling his lap on the futon couch, holding his head against her as she had leaned over to examine the back of it, completely unaware of the shocked rigidity of his body nor of the fact that his face was well buried in the thick cream fur of her lower chest. "I'm sorry! I'm not trying to suffocate you or anything, I'm just so happy to see you back!" She promptly went back to checking him over without straddling him now, lifting his hand and holding it. "I wanted to make sure..." "SELKINE!" the feline barked, causing the vixen to drop his hand as if she was a kit with her paw caught in the cookie jar. "Go let Master Takaran know that Jack is back." "Yes, Sess'tha," Selkine replied meekly, and after taking a moment to brush a strand of hair out of Jack's eyes, took off out the front door. "And YOU," Sess'tha whapped the black cat upside the head, "STOP LAUGHING!" That black-furred feline offender ducked away from the impact of the blow and tried his best to hold his mirth in. "I'd offer to stop chuckling myself, especially since I have NO clue what the heck just happened out there, though it sounded very amusing," came an amused voice from the kitchen, "however laughter from the cook simply makes the food taste better." And then the grayish canine he had seen (And tried to smack with a flashlight) the first night was coming around the futon with a heaping plate full of what smelled and soon looked like an omelet with scrambled eggs, sausage, ham, and any number of things, as well as bacon and sausage links, toast, and pads of butter. "It might be a little late for breakfast, but I figured since you haven't eaten for a day and a half, it's okay anyway," she said, pressing the plate into his hands. "Hold onto this, I've got a stack of pancakes for you also. And don't worry about eating all of it if you can't. I won't be offended." Jack took the plate without offering up any resistance. The food did smell very good, and he was quite hungry. A fork was pressed into his hand, and he grasped it automatically. Farren headed back to the kitchen to grab the aforementioned pancakes in the meantime. Jack blinked at the food and set the plate on his lap, then jumped and lifted it off his legs again, trying to gather his thoughts. "Okay, umm... Thank you for the food and stuff... and... Umm..." he shook his head and finally got some semblance of coherence together. "First thing I would like to know Is why I am sitting in my house and have talked recently to two cats, a fox, a wolf, and a... a..." He glanced at the kitchen, confused. "Grey fox," Farren said as she rounded the corner from the kitchen, carrying another plate with a tall stack of pancakes on it. "Don't worry, I'm somewhat obscure. Regardless, I think Master Takaran will be able to answer that specific question better than we can." She set the plate of pancakes on the coffee table. "Okay, fine... I can wait on that one," Jack muttered. "Maybe you can answer this one then. How come that fox girl and this plate," he held up the plate of food he was holding, "both touched my bare skin as if I am not wearing a lick of clothing? I mean, I -KNOW- I'm wearing clothing here. I can feel it, and I touch it when I touch myself." His statement made the black cat's face scrunch up and said feline began chuffing in mirth again, only to earn another, harder whap between the ears from Sess'tha. "Not that kind of touch himself!" she exclaimed to the feline as he complained about the treatment of his head. "Get your mind out of the gutter and quite being jealous." She turned to a now thoroughly-red-faced human, who had noticed that even though the females had no breasts, they were obviously female between the legs, while the black cat was obviously male down there. "As for your question, I'll summarize by saying that you ARE wearing clothes in your phase, but not ours, and so midphase objects don't interact with your outphase clothing." She looked thoughtful for a moment, "But if you interact with both phases... wow... that could get confusing." Farren nudged Jack's arm, "Please eat before it gets cold. Takaran will be here to answer your questions soon, but I don't want all this cooking to go to waste." She blinked. "Oh! I almost forgot everybody else's! I'm so sorry!" She dropped to all four paws and dashed off to the kitchen, carrying stares from Jack as she went. His stomach quickly growled to regain his attention, and he dutifully went to eat his provided meal. "Hey, this is very good!" he exclaimed after a few bites. Indeed, the food was excellent. "You sound surprised," commented Sess'tha as Farren handed her another plate, which she accepted gratefully. "Farren is an excellent cook, and we are very lucky to have her here." She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "And I guess now you are lucky too, since you can partake in her cooking. Oh, and we haven't even introduced ourselves!" She set her plate on the coffee table as Farren doled out a plate to the black cat and offered a furred hand to Jack. "I am Sess'tha Prowniss, the gourmet chef providing this meal is Farren Zarnan, and the currently-absent vixen who first scared the crap out of you is Selkine Charassa. This shadowborn tom of trouble is Jeran, one of Master Takaran's assistants, and the wolf you met is Spell Master Takaran, one of the Masters of the midphase." Jack accepted the proffered hand... paw...? And shook it bemusedly, noting the strength and control in the grip as well as the velvety cover of fur, and of course the sharp claws that briefly brushed against his hand. "And you already knew my name," he observed sagely. "Well, of course," Sess'tha smiled. "We've lived here with you for the past six months. It wouldn't do to not know the name of the outphaser you live with." She retrieved her plate and began to eat, throwing a nasty glance at Jeran over his lack of manners with his own food, which was vanishing at a surprising rate. "Okay, wait," Jack shook his head briefly. "What are these phase things? You said outphase and midphase and outphaser... What am I, a Star Trek gun?" Sess'tha chuckled softly and nodded to Farren, who had returned with two more plates of food in hand and glanced meaningfully at the door. "Nice show, but its really hard to explain, and again, I'll let Master Takaran explain that now that he's here. Um, and you might want to set your food down for the moment." Jack blinked and looked over his right shoulder towards the door, but there was nobody there. Giving in to curiosity, he set his plate with its diminishing remains on the coffee table. He noted out of the corner of his eye as Sess'tha pushed it back a little further onto the table and Farren flattened her back against the wall near the front door. He gazed back at the front door and his eyes widened as a familiar red and cream stream came through the door without opening it. "I'm back! And Master Takaran is here too!" Selkine announced with great gusto before sweeping around the couch, almost knocking Jeran's plate from his grip, and plopped down beside Jack, putting a possessive arm around him. "Ooo! Breakfast is done?" she exclaimed as Farren stepped forward and presented her a plate. The grey wolf stepped through the door with substantially more décor and was immediately presented with a plate as well by the attentive grey fox. "Oh, thank you," Master Takaran smiled, accepting the plate of food. "I hope you are not offended if I only nibble, as I already ate, but your cooking is too good to pass up." His eyes lighted on Jack and he chuckled at the red-faced human who was trying unsuccessfully to disengage himself from a food-distracted extremely friendly vixen. "And you made it here with no troubles, I see. Time to get some questions answered for you, and even answer some questions you didn't know you had. So settle down and listen, because this does not lack in complexity." Jack did his best to settle down, but he was, how to say, well-distracted by the feel of Selkine pressed full-body against his side, without the benefit of clothing to reduce the sensation to a tame level. It was somewhat like the dreams, only he was awake, and it felt even better. "I'll begin with a bit of general information," the wolf stated. "Firstly, the universe as you know it is not as you know it. That much should be obvious by now. The place is actually broken down into numerous very nearby dimensions, layers, whatever you want to call them. We call them phases. Most of the time, these phases don't interact with each other at all, but occasionally two or more can become partially linked. That is the case with three phases in this grouping." Jack nodded. He didn't fully understand it, but it was easy enough to take at face value. Though the distraction from the vixen was growing as she was nibbling on her food and snuggling closer to him at the same time. Takaran continued, "So we have three phases here, effectively like layers. We call yours the outer phase, ours the middle phase, and the third one the inner phase. If you think of it as concentric layers with the energy source on the outside, it makes more sense. The outer phase is the world you humans live in. You normally have no way whatsoever to detect or interact with the middle phase, though obviously you are an exception. "The middle phase is the world we... well, you would call us animals, we just call us people... live in. If we are differentiating between humans and ourselves, we are midphasers and you are outphasers." Takaran had stated intent to just nibble on his food, but he was becoming slightly more avid about it after the first taste. Jack decided to try to distract himself from the fox to his right by leaning forward to get his own plate of food. Though when he did, her tail flipped to snake behind him and curl around his waist when he leaned back again. "Now here's where it gets a bit more complex," Takaran stated, "so I'm going to give you the brief rundown. EveryONE in the middle phase can see, but not interact with anything in the outer phase. EveryTHING that is not alive in the outer phase can slowly fade through to the middle phase. It is somewhat of a slow seepage of the item, like a drip from one place to another. If the item in the outer phase stays relatively stationary long enough, it will fade through enough to become a solid item in the middle phase. This is how we are provided with EVERYTHING we have." Jack nodded, still listening and trying to understand, as the tail curled more tightly around his waist. So now he knew why his outer-phase pants did not block the tail from fluffing a sensitive spot, but it didn't help that fact. "It takes about three to five days for most solid objects to fade through enough to become permanently solid in the middle phase. We just call the objects that have become solid 'baked'. Anything that has not baked will dissolve within a few minutes to a few hours if its outer phase counterpart is moved. So, basically, if you leave a soda can on your counter for a day, it will begin to sift through to our phase. If you move it after that day, the copy of the soda can in our phase will just dissolve into mist and be gone. But if you leave it for about three days, it will bake, and then be a solid soda can in our phase." The wolf smiled, "And if that doesn't make sense to you, that's the EASY part." Jack fidgeted more now, as the tail had curled more tightly around him, and was now a full covering of fluff tickling his lap. He gave up on the meal, as he was indeed getting quite full, and so set his plate down. Selkine did the same with her empty plate, and resnuggled against him, putting her hand on his thigh beneath her tail, which didn't help his situation honestly. Takaran gave Jack a short time to get comfortable, then continued, "Now, we figure that the transfer goes at a molecular, or atomic, or even subatomic level, because liquids that are unconstrained have a hard time sifting through. We figure this is because of the constant movement of the atoms within the liquid, taking them out of close range of their fade point, and thus slowing the process. Your invention of bottled water made life a LOT easier for us, as did your bags of ice. The ice comes through no problem, and can be melted." The wolf glanced up as Farren retrieved his now-empty plate, "Oh, thank you. Anyway. That covers the outer and middle phases. The inner phase is a horrible place. It is populated by effectively solidified darkness with a mind of its own. Creatures of shadow and destruction. Thankfully they have no interest in the middle phase, but have to pass through here if they are to get to the outer phase. We work to prevent this at all costs. If a shadow were to reach the outer phase, they end up absorbing all energy and matter they come into contact with until they detonate in a glutinous massive explosion." Takaran eyed Jack and waggled a finger, "Not a pretty thing. Last time this happened, some animals you now call Dinosaurs were pretty much wiped off the planet. But thankfully they are squishy and die well. As a general rule, just stay away from them and scream like a ninny for help if you see one and don't know how to deal with it. You can't miss them if you see them. They're that obvious." Jack was trying very hard to pay attention, but Selkine had taken up grooming her free hand, licking it clean from her meal. Then she had decided that it was a good idea to groom him carefully around the face and neck. So he was ending up more distracted by the soft licks against his throat as well. "Anyway, the main things you need to know right now are that you are effectively between phases. You can interact with both outer phase -and- middle phase objects and occupants. This has the potential to cause some confusion and potentially small problems for a while, but we will be working to get this resolved. Among other things, middle phase folks cannot touch outer phase folk except when the outphasers are asleep, and even then it's completely one-way and only with an effort. So you would feel hard as stone to us at that point, since your skin would not give in response to our touch. Since we can now interact with you without many of us REALIZING that we can interact with you, you may have to deal with some oopses as people discover that they can't just pass through you. Beyond that, we will be doing some work to figure out what exactly has happened." Takaran nodded and seemed finished speaking. Jack cleared his throat, wondering if his face was as red as he felt it to be, and asked, "Okay, they called you 'Spell Master', and the fox at the hospital said he was a doctor of science, not magic. So there's magic in this middle phase too?" "Absolutely," Takaran agreed. "Very potent magic at times. Though our least adept magicians can all at least dephase items. Um, How to explain that... Okay, your old soda can, that you leave sitting for five days, it creates a copy in the middle phase. But outer phase objects pass through it. Now, let's assume you move a frying pan to the place where the soda can was sitting, and leave it for three days. The frying pan will bake, and be permanently merged with the soda can in our phase. This creates a pretty useless frying pan for us, so we diphase it. Effectively forcing a baked item to dissolve." Jack was beginning to relax a little now that Selkine had decided to stop grooming him, and he found himself actually glad for her tail draped across his lap, because her closeness and recent actions had caused his pants to become tented, and this was well-hidden by her tail fluff. He shook his head, trying to make sense of the information he had just been given. Then his face turned up the heat a few degrees and a squeak escaped his throat as Selkine's fingers tickled past his erect shaft. He tried his best to maintain decorum. Takaran nodded, "I'll let these three lovely ladies answer any other questions you may have. Jeran, come on, we have research to do. Jack, I bid you well. Try acting as normal in your world as you can while we try to figure this out." He bowed to the distracted human and spun on a foot, then headed out through the door, the black cat following with a last tidbit of food in hand. Farren hummed as she set about gathering up dishes, and Sess'tha settled down on the other side of Jack, leaving across him slightly. "Selkine?" the ocelot murmured. "Hmm?" Selkine asked dreamily, gazing across Jack into the cat's eyes. "Next time... please don't make his face red in front of the Master. Get your hand off him now and let him gather his wits. And ASK before you play," the feline chided. "Awwww... but he likes it! See?" She flicked her tail away from his lap and onto the cat's lap, proudly displaying the tent in his pants, complete with her paw going through his pants to hold the pole causing it. Jack thought he was about to die of embarrassment. Sess'tha carefully took Selkine's wrist and disengaged her fingers from his flesh. "You came to live here because you liked him, and we came because we are your friends and we agree with you about him. Normally you wouldn't be able to do a ruddy thing interactively with him, and now you've ended up with what is effectively a freak chance of an eon. So don't go scaring poor Jack away." She smiled at the poor flustered human and gave his ear an affectionate lick, then whispered to him softly, "You'd better be ready soon though. Hell hath no fury like a vixen who doesn't get what she wants, and she has her sights on you." "I HEARD THAT!!" Selkine exclaimed. She laid her ears to the side and slouched. "I'm not THAT bad." She quickly brightened up and perked. "I know! Jack! I've always wanted to see if you still like that shower thing you do better after having a proper washing. Come on!" She scampered to her feet, unthreading her tail from behind him, and hauled him to his own feet off the couch with a strength that was seriously understated by her size. He found himself bodily dragged a few feet before she scooped him up into her arms as if he were a small child, and carried him quickly towards the bedroom. "Be nice to him!" Farren called as they went past the kitchen, Jack trying to decide if he should register a protest or not. He had come to the conclusion that either this was for real, or this was a REALLY freaky dream or hallucination. Either way, he'd go with the flow. And it looked like things were about to get somewhat more interesting. Recommended Next Steps If you enjoyed the story, please feel encouraged to comment below, fave the story, and vote on it. [Click here to send the author a tip](http://www.kitstuff.info/tipjar.html) [More Stories](https://kitfox.sofurry.com/stories)[Next Story](https://www.sofurry.com/view/10084) [Head here to support me on Patreon](https://www.patreon.com/charix)

Match Making by RdL

The remaining three hours in the day were the furthest thing from Mark's mind as he vacantly checked his email for the 3rd time that day. Work had been especially slow due to the approaching holiday. The office party had already been thrown and he, along with seemingly all of his coworkers, had

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The remaining three hours in the day were the furthest thing from Mark's mind as he vacantly checked his email for the 3rd time that day. Work had been especially slow due to the approaching holiday. The office party had already been thrown and he, along with seemingly all of his coworkers, had taken that pitiful display of false camaraderie as the signal to coast until their elongated weekend. There had been a few unremarkable things in his inbox when he first checked it, nothing the second time and only one message this third time. At first glance, it appeared to be a run of the mill 'special offer' message and Mark's finger hovered over the 'delete' button. As he thought again, Mark decided that he'd be able to squeeze a few moments of entertainment from making a few private sarcastic comments about the contents of the spam message. As he opened it, two things immediately struck his eye as out of the ordinary. First off the message was addressed specifically to him and second were the contents of the message itself. The message itself was as follows: Mark Duster of 298 West Danbury, Apartment E, this is not spam. Based on an online personal you've posted, along with your proximity to our research facility, you have the opportunity to be a beta tester of our revolutionary new matchmaking process. We here at Make-a-Match are simply dying to have young professionals like yourself participate in our early trials in the hopes of having a high success rate right from the onset. We also understand that your time and patience in trying out this new process with us is extremely valuable. This program can be started any day, any evening, or any weekend, including this coming holiday weekend. Also, in order to sweeten the deal, we pledge to "refund" you the fee that paying customers would be charged if you aren't completely satisfied by the time our process has completed. Mr. Duster, our definition of "completely" means that if you even CONSIDER falsely telling us that you are dissatisfied, then you quite obviously weren't entirely happy with our work. The refund would be given to you with no strings attached. Mr. Duster, the fee we intend to charge our customers for the service's official launch is between $1,500 and $2,000!!! We swear to you, you will entirely satisfied after our service is complete. If not, you will be sure to enjoy an unexpected thousand dollars or so. Below you will find directions, along with a map detailing the route to our facility from your street. As said before, come see us any time on any day to get started. All you will need is your driver's license to confirm that you are one of the selected few on our list of beta testers. \--Clark French Make-a-Match President After a moment or so of deliberation, Mark printed the email and stuffed it in his briefcase. Once he'd done that, he promptly forgot all about it, until the next morning. 1. On the morning of December 23, a Saturday, Mark sat at his desk in his bathrobe, scratching furiously in his checkbook. With a sigh, he paid his last bill and wrote his balance in red ink. 46 dollars. His monthly college loan payments and other routine bills had collaborated with his holiday shopping and shipping charges to put him in this precarious financial state. Not only would he not be able to return to him hometown for the holidays as he had excitedly pledged before he backed out of his parent's driveway for the last time, but it looked as if he'd have trouble feeding himself until his next paycheck, which would be two weeks from the day before. Dejectedly, he thumped himself down on his sofa, moving his briefcase out of the way before doing so. As the fake leather tote hit the floor, he was reminded of the offer he had printed and shoved into its pocket. While it reeked of a scam, the letter did promise quite a sizeable payout for his participation. Provided, of course, he was left "dissatisfied," but what dating service didn't leave people high and dry? A half hour later, Mark was showered and dressed and 20 minutes after that, he found himself standing outside of the clean and new-looking office building his directions had led him to. He smoked a cigarette, taking his time with it as he allowed time for last minute doubt to creep in. It never came, not only were the visions of dollar signs too much for Mark to resist, but part of him really wanted the dating service to work. Hell, according to the email, even if he "claimed" to be unhappy, he'd get his payoff. A girlfriend? Cash? Evvvvverybody's happy. Flicking away the smoldering filter of his last cigarette, Mark pushed his way through the door. The moment Mark entered, he was approached by an armed security guard. The guard gruffly asked him what he was doing on the premises and silently pointed Mark to a cubicle after Mark stammered out his reason. Mark nervously poked his head into the cubicle and was quickly greeted by a perky, middle-aged woman. She spoke rapidly, pushing forward in her one-sided conversation without giving Mark a chance to answer with even a full nod. "Hi! Here to beta test for us, right?? Great! I'm sure you'll love how things work out, sweetie, I've yet to hear of a single complaint, isn't that wonderful? There's a little paperwork to take care of, but we'll do that later hun, okay? Super! We'll get you started right away then with a little physical exam and once your bloodwork clears you'll be on your way to coupled happiness! Follow me hun... oh and be a dear and hand me your identification." Mark had been holding his driver's license in his hand as he was verbally blitzed by the older woman and she plucked it from his hand with fluid grace as she walked past him. She continued on, walking at a brisk pace, as Mark did his best to keep up with her. She led him to a small examination room and told him to disrobe, nodding at a paper gown laid over a chair in the corner. With the door shut behind her, Mark quietly did as he was told, reasoning to himself that it was actually a relief that candidates for this "service" were subject to blood screening. In this day and age, with all the diseases out there... Mark sat in his uncomfortable paper gown waiting for the examiner to come in and check him out. As he looked around, he was impressed with how new everything seemed. It was as if all the equipment had arrived the day before. Obviously, a doctor's exam room should be clean, but this one seemed to sparkle, even dazzle with its freshness and cleanliness. Less than 5 minutes after being left by the receptionist, a young looking doctor entered the room. "Greetings, Mr. Duster," he began, "I see you're ready to try our brand of romance. I assure you that you'll be perfectly happy with the way everything works out." He paused, seeming to size Mark up during the silent moment, then continued, "I can see from your appearance that you're in fine physical shape, which leaves us only with the blood test..." Mark blinked at that, knowing that he was more than a little out of shape, still, the doctor seemed to be satisfied as he rooted through the cabinet to his right. He withdrew a pre-filled syringe and an alcohol swab. As he dabbed at Mark's shoulder, Mark found the courage to question him. "Ah, doctor? I thought you were taking a blood sample, not giving me an injection... shouldn't that syringe be empty? The doctor chuckled as he gently held Mark's arm still, "Doctor?" Said the white-coated man with a smile. Mark winced as the biting needle pierced his skin, sinking into the muscle of his shoulder. "Who said I was a doctor?" The young, faux-doctor's grip tightened around Mark's arm as he pushed the plunger down, injecting Mark's arm with the burning substance. Mark's eyes went wide with horror, than almost immediately glazed over, becoming glassy and vacant. "Then wha... who..." He was interrupted with a yawn, as the doctor answered him anyway. "I'm a scientist and a well paid one, at that. Now you're going to go to sleep for a little while, I'll tell you what you need to know when you wake up." Mark shook his head, attempting to clear it, but still felt his eyelids getting heavier. Fighting will all his will power to stay awake, Mark was still asleep within moments. 1. When Mark awoke, he found himself eye to eye with himself. The puzzlement shook free the remnants of his drug-induced slumber, as his eyes snapped the rest of the way open, the alertness coming back to them in the span of a moment. The Mark standing across from him did the same. Squinting for a short period of time, Mark realized that the "him" across from him was actually a mirror image. The wave of unease lessened with the revelation, but quickly trebled in its original strength as Mark used the mirror to see what his situation was. He was strapped to what resembled a gurney, but was vertical. His feet rested on small planks inches off the floor and above and below his knees were thick rubber straps. As Mark's eyes trailed up the form of his mirrored image, he saw that he was also bound across each upper thigh, around his midsection, over each shoulder (and under the armpit), over each forearm and across the forehead. The straps themselves weren't painful or even uncomfortable, but the total and complete lack of mobility distressed Mark greatly. He could do nothing more than wriggle his toes, or bend at the wrists. All that, of course, was bad, really bad. But what made it all exponentially worse, was the fact that Mark was completely naked. Mark looked straight ahead, forced to look into his own panic-stricken eyes. Suddenly, he heard a faint click of an intercom switching on. The sound came from his left. He instinctively tried to face the source of the voice, but of course was unable. "Ah, Mr. Duster, I see you've rejoined us. You might be interested to know that today is Tuesday. Believe it or not, you've been asleep for just about three days. Our process has just begun and I'm delighted to inform you that things will now progress much more rapidly as you are conscious. It seems the decreased metabolism rate in sleeping patients slows down our process. No matter, we had discovered that quite early on in our studies and between you and I, I find having our patient to be conscious and coherent to be MUCH more entertaining. If you look closely, you may notice a few, minor improvements that are the beginnings of what was requested by your match. If you wish, you may pass some time trying to determine what these changes are...or where they are heading. An assistant of mine will be in to feed you shortly and if you cooperate, we may be able to improve upon your current comfort level. Until then..." "Wait! WAIT!" Mark spat out, "What is all this? What are you doing to me?" The answer came immediately, the smugness blatantly obvious in the voice, "I thought that would be obvious, Mr. Duster. This is a match making service and you are being made into the perfect match for one of our best paying customers. Actually, let me be more accurate. This service is being paid for by one of our best paying customers and you are to be the reward, well, one of the rewards, to his closest friend. The two of them, ah, what they had always dreamed about had once been a purely imaginary pleasure... but now, with our process and their funding, well... you'll make a fine addition to their collection. Now then, I have other patients to check on, so any other questions will have to be answered using the 'wait and see' method. Good day." Mark opened his mouth to call out again, but gave up as he heard the speaker click off. With a small sigh, he peered at himself in the mirror. As he looked, he noticed that there were indeed some slight changes. His legs had been bound slightly parted, so as to allow the independent straps to circle him just below his hip flexor. These legs were clearly different from the ones Mark had walked into the clinic in. For one, they were smoother. Mark halfheartedly hypothesized that his legs had been shaved to accommodate the bindings, but he knew in his heart that that wasn't the case. The doctor alone was a sinister enough figure for him to dismiss that hope. Secondly, the shape of the legs themselves seemed to have changed a bit. They were rounder, less muscular, certainly less bulky, but still... rounder... smooth looking... almost... womanly. Mark grunted and bit his lip as that thought struck him. Could it be possible? Mark certainly hoped not. Seemingly contrary to the change in his legs was the fact that his feet appeared to be much larger. Not only in length, but in height as well. Mark tried to shift his weight to see if they still at least felt the same, but was unable to budge due to the bindings strapped all around him. Finally, Mark saw a change that almost made him smile. His waist, which had seemingly always been burdened with a small "beer belly," or at least the beginnings of one. He was, after all, still in his mid-20's. He found himself to be drastically more trim and in shape. Even in his immobile and strained state, he was able to make out the faint outlines of a 6-pack. Despite the changes to his waist and legs, Mark's thick pelvis was still as it was. The bulk hadn't gone away between his waist and legs in the slightest, making for an odd contrast in his "improvements." Mark was left alone for some time later, but he had no way of knowing just how long. All he knew was that it was quite a bit after the point at which he got tired of looking at himself and tired of worrying about what was going on. His mental track had just started leading him to the "fuck it" point, when he heard a door open to his right. He perked up and couldn't help but smile as a younger woman pushed the mirror away. She smiled back at him as she stood in place of the mirror. "It's time for lunch, sweetypie, aren't you happy to hear that?" Mark tried to nod, but his firmly secured head forced him to verbalize his assent. "Yes, very happy," he managed to croak out, surprised that his voice had become so ragged and sore since the time he had "spoken" with the speakerbox. The young lady giggled and smiled, reaching over Mark and pulling back a largish cylinder attached to some sort of hose or tubing. Still smiling brightly, she brought the cylinder to Mark's lips and slipped it between them. In shock, Mark tried to resist by holding his mouth closed, but the device slipped right in, without any strain at all on the young lady's part. It was almost as if Mark's teeth gave way... or didn't exist. Mark was only able to "mmmph" and whimper around the slick feeding tube lodged in his mouth. As strange and unsettling as his position was, Mark couldn't help but enjoy the taste of the thick fluid being pumped down his throat. Before long, Mark's struggling "Mmpphs!" became "Mmmmms." Before even that, the pitch of the basic verbalizations changed drastically. By the time Mark had closed his eyes in pleasure from the taste and the rightness of his feeding, the moans had become the high, throaty groans of a porn star. His eyes snapped open as the tube was suddenly ripped free of his mouth. He whimpered urgently, his eyes pleading as the young lady looked at him bemusedly. "Well! That was certainly interesting, Dusty. Thirty minutes on your first time? Either Dr. Clark picked the right candidate, or you really wanted this all along." At some point during the "feeding," Mark's head restraint had been removed. He cocked his head to the side and attempted to speak. All that escaped his lips was a curious sounding, "mmM?" "In addition to the essential proteins that your metabolism now needs to survive, that particular batch was laced with an accelerator. I was supposed to stop you after 15 minutes, but I was having too much fun watching you suck on that." The young assistant paused, thinking for a moment, "You know Dusty, hee hee, I love calling you that, I hope they keep that as your new name, ANYhoo, Dusty, my instructions were to release you and leave you with the tube and the mirror, but I think you deserve to be told what's going on before your new personality fully takes over." Mark once again repeated the head-cock and sound making, which made the assistant giggle once again. Then, her eyes lit up as she seemed to be stricken with a sudden idea. She wheeled the mirror over to Mark and giggled delightedly at the frightened whimpers and squeaks that came from him, along with the look of horror in his eyes. His first glance forced him to lower his eyes, which did nothing other than give him a good look at his new feet. During the feeding, they had become a living facsimile of a cartoon rabbit's feet. Wiggling his toes in disbelief, he watched as his new bunnyfeet obeyed his mental command. The tops of the feet were a bright shade of pink, while the sides and presumably the bottoms were creamy white. As he raised his eyes, he saw that the pink and cream fur had enveloped his entire body, his tummy, chest and inner thighs the cream color, the rest of him pink. What was left of his maleness was an embarrassment. His cock resembled an acorn, only the nub of it remaining in view and his testicles and scrotum had already disappeared completely. Below his appalling mircopenis was a smooth indentation of what was to come. The shape of the rest of his body provided plenty of clues as to just what that would be. The hinting he had seen earlier was now greatly exaggerated. His waist was tiny, while his hips and tush curved generously, worse yet; he was endowed with a nice, full set of B range breasts. Taking a deep breath, Mark raised his eyes to look at his face. What he saw in no way resembled the way he had come in. Perched atop his head were smallish, floppy ears that once again reminded him of a cartoon bunny's. They were a bit out of proportion, but that undoubtedly would be taken care of as the process completed. His eyes were now huge, blue and slightly vacant looking, even the shock of discovery seemed to be dulled. The bunny face look was completed with a little pink nose and a short muzzle that was capped off with cutely exaggerated buckteeth. As soon as she noticed his gaze fall on his two front teeth, the young assistant interjected, "Hee! That's my favorite improvement, Dr. Clark is quite creative when he gets down to it.. .watch..." Using a single finger, she pushed forward on the teeth. They easily parted and allowed the finger to slip between them, acting as if they were constructed of Jell-O rather than enamel. "Hee hee hee...it gets better..." She lifted her finger back and pulled up, showing Mark the specific dimensions of his muzzle. His lips were pursed in a permanent "o" shape, Mark tried with all his might to move them, but all he could do is close them or open them into a larger "O." The assistant gingerly reached into his muzzle with her free hand and grasped his tongue. As she pulled it out, Mark expected it to hurt greatly, but was awed as she showed him no less than 6 inches of flat, broad bunny-tongue before she was met with resistance. With another giggle, she released him and scooted the mirror over a bit. "That should give you some idea as to what is happening to you, the rest, well it's simple. Simple enough even for a silly piece of fluff like you, Dusty. What you've just been sucking down is a synthetic version of semen, your metabolism and physiology has been altered to gain sustenance only from the proteins in your partner's cum. An oral feeding is one method in which you can obtain your essential nutrients and I'll leave you to guess what the other two ways are. In essence, sweetie, you're going to be a toy for your new owner. He's been a longtime friend of our primary sponsor and shares with him a fascination with 'furries'. Even if you've never heard of the term, I'm sure you've guessed what it means from your current condition. He's voluntarily been changed into a male bunny and will be responsible for feeding you for the rest of your life. In return, you'll be responsible for providing him with endless pleasure. Your sole purpose will be to fuck him, suck him and service any others he may want to share you with. You won't do this because you want to, rather, you will need to. Your body simply needs to fuck and your mind... hee hee, well, there won't be much of that left behind to care one way or the other. Even now you're still changing, look..." She grabbed Mark by the chin and forced him to look at his chest in the mirror. As he panted in fright, the small breasts heaved and rocked. As he watched, they slowly began to get fuller, plumper and more round. The nipples widened to silver-dollar size as the quivering flesh filled out to what had to be no less than a D cup. A small tear formed in Mark's eye, but as it trickled down his cheek, the feeling that produced it left him. Sure he still felt helpless, but somehow it felt... right. His wide, bright but vacant eyes lit up as he felt a burning heat in his groin. The young assistant had been stroking and prodding at what was left of his maleness and it was responding by shrinking further. Within minutes, it was no bigger than the tip of the assistant's pinky finger and he squealed in half pain, half pleasure as the indentation below it split into a pouty, dripping vagina. The assistant purred to him as she teasingly fingered Dusty's new sexual equipment, the bunny's thighs twitching and quivering involuntarily as she mewled out her pleasure. Dusty's tongue lolled out of her O shaped muzzle as she was quickly brought to orgasm, the fog the sheer pleasure had clouded her mind with never eased. Even as the pleasure ended, the bunny was still clearly dazed. She whimpered and mewled, trying to beg for more attention, but the assistant cruelly pulled her hands away from her. The young lady spoke to Dusty, but she could no longer understand the words. She guessed that the words with friendly based on the tone of the sounds, but couldn't know for sure. With a few more words spoken to her, the young lady freed her of the straps holding her to the vertical table. The first thing Dusty noticed was the unattended feeding tube left next to her. Greedily, she stuffed it into her muzzle and sucked furiously on it. The wonderful taste exploded in her muzzle, as she squealed in pleasure. As she suckled, she became aware of a dull tingling spreading through her body. On all 4's, with the feeding tube still firmly between her lips, she crawled over to the mirror. With each swallow, her already generous curves became even more exaggerated. Her hanging, swaying breasts filled out more and more, as her upturned ass became plumper and fuller. She watched herself like that for a few moments, until she no longer had the mental capacity to recognize the image as herself. She closed her eyes and kept sucking until the tube was harshly removed from her mouth. With a mewl, she looked up and found herself face to cock with a very attractive male bunny. Without a moment's hesitation she stuffed the male bunny's cock into her muzzle and squealed delightedly as the male bunny rewarded her with soft, gentle strokes over her head and ears. Dusty had no idea just how long she sucked on the male bunny, but it seemed to be too short as the member tensed and flexed in her muzzle. Hot, wonderful tasting seed rushed down her throat and she instantly knew that nothing could replace the taste and feeling of this. The male bunny panted and chirred to her and she was more than happy to chirrr back up at him, nuzzling his thighs as he spoke in a kind tone, but his words were lost on her. After a few moments, the male bunny pushed Dusty back, bumping her down on her rear end rather roughly. Dusty squealed as she thumped to her bottom, looking up at her master with a puzzled expression. Her master simply grinned and flipper her over to all fours. Getting the hint, Dusty "murrred" her approval and raised her tail, wordlessly enticing her master to use her as she was built to be used. The male bunny grabbed her ass with both hands as he briskly hilted himself into her. How long they went at it there in the clinic was of no concern of Mark, now Dusty. Her only care was how long the delightful feelings would last and how long it would be until she could be on the receiving end of them again. From another room, Dr. Clark watched with a wry smile. It seems that the promise of unconditional satisfaction had been accurate after all.

Dancing with Unicorns (Citadel Truths - Eps 1) by Pouchlaw

#1 of Citadel Truths "When one is the foremost authority on all things magical, one can still find the time to explore the truths in mystery in which fantasy becomes reality." - Welcome to Citadel Truths. NOTE: This was written back when my writing skills were still in development. Therefore you get

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***Citadel Truths* Episode One - Dancing with Unicorns By Darrel James Vanwinkle 12/12/2000-06/05/2002** When Valerian Mouse, a 12 year old teen aged male human, was lucky enough to earn an all expenses paid family vacation to San Fransisco, he did not suspect that he would encounter the old sagely oriental man who would teach him about the true forces of the arcane world, as well as help him unlock his hidden reservoir for using the magical powers himself. Valerian Mouse was quite taken aback by the sudden abilities he gained and the magic spells that seemed to come easy to him. His only mistake came later when he visited a powerful mentalist who accidentally unlocked Valerian's psionic powers. Now he found himself dealing with both wizardly spells as well as psionic powers. Valerian ran away to a secluded wilderness-like setting in the Northern part of Washington state on the Canadian border. It was here that he calmed himself enough to perform a peaceful communion with the forces of nature. The various spirits helped to calm his mind and place a damper on his newly acquired powers. Valerian was quite pleased with the aid he had acquired from the spirits, and set about making this location he had discovered into his own private fortress of solitude. After reuniting with his parents, Valerian convinced his parents to acquire the land legally from both the United States government, as well as from the Canadian government. Over the next few months, the Valerian's mystic citadel was built, dungeons first, followed by the vast ground floor, then the upper levels. While the professional electricians were wiring the fortress, the outer walls of his acquired property was built. This took another few months, but was well worth the effort. Once the electricians finished their task, the internal landscaping of the inner grounds and central forested courtyard began. As this was a painstakingly long process, it was almost six to seven months later when this project was finished. The next task was to furnish the new citadel home with an assortment of furniture, carpets, and individual room designs. The two main masterpiece chambers of the fortress turned out to be his private den and the vast library he decided that he wanted to fill with as many varied tomes from around the world as he get his hands on. After two long years (Valerian was now 14 years old), the citadel was completed. It was then that Valerian and his parents encountered a problem with the local politics. It seemed that the governor of Washington state decided that he wanted to take the citadel as his own private political residence. Valerian and his parents had spent too much time and money building the estate that now stood here. So the Mouse's petitioned the United Nations to allow the citadel estate to be officially removed from U.S. influence and be made into a neutral nation outside of any government's direct influence. Valerian found himself too tempted to use his powers for swaying the votes his way, though they were awarded the special status they sought none the less. But in doing so, Washington state shut off the citadel's power supply, saying they could not provide power to a non U.S. residence. Suddenly cut off from conventional electrical power, Valerian was contacted by a Canadian wizard who supplied help in resolving this problem. It was then that Valerian was taught the secret of how to link the citadel to a mystical power grid that would provide the citadel with an unlimited power supply. After many weeks (Valerian was now 15 years old), the Mouse's home, now dubbed the Mystic Citadel, had it's own power. Valerian now sat within his private den in absolute silence. After all the effort to make the perfect home, something seemed to be missing. He seemed to have everything he could ever ask for, but something did not seem right. Valerian stood up and walked out into the hallway and gazed at himself in the large full-length mirror. Valerian Mouse was about five foot nine inches tall and weighed about 155 pounds. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and naturally tanned skin. He currently wore a white shirt, blue jeans, and golden-brown sneakers. He had a short red scarf tied around his neck and wore a black banded wrist watch on his left arm. Valerian did not dress in the typical mage fashion because the old sagely man who taught him told him that mages dress however they please at the time of their appearance. He also owned a fashionable black cloak that had a silver lining. Just right for a mage, but he hardly ever wore it. He found it appealing yet threatening. The cloak was stored in a magical pocket accessible by Valerian whenever he desired to obtain it. The magic pocket also contained most of Valerian's money. Although his family was independantly wealthy, he disliked having to spend any more money than was necessary. It was also around this time that a few of Valerian's close personal friends decided that they needed a good stepping platform in their attempt to get out into the world. Andros Fox was an aspiring teen aged writer who also had dreams of computer programming. He stood six foot one in height and weighed about 183 pounds, having dark brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin that tanned easily. Andros wore loose blue jeans, a short-sleeved shirt, and on occasion, a warm jacket during the colder months. He most often wore hiking boots unless he was dressing formally, then he wore a decent three piece suit and wore dress shoes. Andros had a silver stud pierced into his left ear. He lived in the state of Nebraska with his parents and was ready to forge a trail for himself in the world. But he was lacking in funding toward attending a better school and had no designated place to move to. Felix Ocean was a self taught teen aged computer programmer living in his father's apartment in British Columbia, Canada. He stood five foot six in height and weighed about 118 pounds, having long black hair that was very rarely neat or combed, and small light hazel eyes that changed color in light or darkness of the seasons or when he became very angry. Felix wore glasses that had small frames and small lenses, and his skin was of a medium Asian color. He mostly wore black dress pants, a white short sleeve button up shirt, and dress shoes. When Felix felt the need to get wild, he wore only khaki pocketed shorts and hiking boots. He had a silver bracelet around his left wrist and wore a silver ring on his left hand. Felix had several silver earrings pierced into his left ear. He too was looking for a place to move to as a launching platform into the world, but was also lacking in the necessary funds to get himself started at a desirable school. Valerian decided that the citadel needed other people, like his friends, to grace it's hallways and vast chambers. He spoke with his parents first, then openly invited his two friends to come live at his Mystic Citadel for as long as they wished. He was not expecting them to take him up on the offer, but within the next few days, Valerian found himself helping the two move out of their homes and into the citadel. The moving projects took approximately three weeks, but soon, both friends were living within the fortress. Valerian made a deal with the two that he would help fund their induction into the better schools, and that they could repay him at a later date. They agreed to this and things seemed to settle down nicely. The Summer sunshine peaked into the windows of the citadel on Valerian's 16th birthday and he suggested they all go on a picnic in the nearby secluded forest. Everyone was pretty excited and packed together two baskets of food, as well as a bag of various items to play with. Frisbees, books for reading, a portable laptop computer, horseshoes and stakes, and a croquet set. The three set off in Valerian's new four-wheel drive Jeep deep into the forest. When they arrived at the perfect spot, Valerian turned the Jeep around and parked it. The picnic blanket was laid out on the ground and the food, paper plates, and cooler was set out on it. The three played with the frisbees for about an hour before settling down to eat the picnic lunch. It was while they were eating that Andros noticed something on the edge of the picnic site. "What was that?" Valerian looked in the direction Andros had indicated. "I don't see anything. What did it look like?" Andros replies, "This may sound crazy, but it looked like a unicorn." Felix arches his eye and tilts his head. "A unicorn? Oh come on. Everyone knows they don't exist. You probably saw a deer or something." Valerian stood up slowly. "Felix, we cannot say that we believe that unicorns do not exist. Andros says he saw something. That is good enough for me. If there is a unicorn in this forest, then he must be really lost. I thought they lived in Europe." Felix hums, then looked to Andros. "Sorry, Andros. I suppose you did see something." Andros nods his head. "It's okay, Felix." Andros looked up to Valerian. "Do you think I really saw a unicorn?" Valerian is still looking to where Andros indicated. "I believe you may have seen a unicorn or a deer or a wild horse. Whichever it is, we have to make sure it knows that we are not dangerous to it. Who knows, it might come out into the open." The three ate some more food and drank some cola over the next hour. Valerian took the bowl of salad over to where Andros had seen whatever it was, and set the bowl on the ground, just behind the closest tree. He then returned to where Felix and Andros were setting up the croquet set. The three played several games of croquet, then Andros and Valerian tossed the frisbee around a bit while Felix worked on a project on his laptop computer. Finally, the setting sun announced the end of their picnic. Everyone began picking up the toys and the trash from the area. When Valerian went to retrieve the salad bowl, he was pleased to see that it has been licked clean. Valerian picked up the bowl and looked around. Valerian whispered, "If there is a unicorn out here, I would like to see you some day. If not, then I hope that you enjoyed the salad I gave you. My name is Valerian Mouse. I live in the new citadel just West of here. If you are a unicorn and need my help some day, that is where you may find me." Valerian turned and took the bowl back to the rest of the picnic supplies. Felix and Andros helped load the Jeep with the picnic gear, then the three drove off and out of the forest. The sun had set beautifully by the time the three returned to the fortress. After having dinner, Felix headed off to work on his computer project, while Andros headed into the library to work on some leftover homework. Valerian smiled, then took a walk out into the Eastern courtyard just outside the citadel. He settled down on the grass, crossing his legs and began his meditations to the nature spirits of the area. Valerian opened his eyes some hours later. He looked at his watch. Almost Midnight. He had forgotten how much time can pass when you are in communion with the nature spirits. As he was standing up, he glimpsed something white standing on the edge of the forest. He smiled as he slowly looked that direction. His smile faded as there was nothing to be seen there. Valerian sighed and continued to look in that direction. It took several minutes, but the object of his desire soon appeared again. It was indeed a unicorn with a white hide, brown mane, blue eyes, and brown braided tail. It's spiraled horn and cloven hooves were both black. The unicorn just stared at Valerian as he stared back. Several more long minutes passed. Then the unicorn smiled and simply vanished. Valerian blinked his eyes quickly! Where did it go? What did it want? Valerian knew he had to find out. The next morning, as Valerian prepared breakfast for his two friends, they talked casually about the unicorn. Valerian poured the pancake batter into the hot pan carefully. "Andros, you really saw a unicorn. I saw it myself last night." Andros and Felix both blinked their eyes. Andros exclaimed, "So it really was a unicorn. What do you think its doing here?" Felix hummed. "Perhaps it is lost, as Valerian suggested yesterday. They usually only appear in Europe, right?" Valerian thought about that for a moment. "This will sound preposterous, but, what if it is NOT lost? What if it knows exactly where it is? What if it is protecting this area?" Felix replied, "Protecting this area? Like a forest ranger? That could be possible, I suppose. That is what they did back in Europe. How can we find out for sure?" Andros exclaimed, "What if we were do some research on the Internet about Unicorns? If it really was a unicorn, then surely it is not the only one in the world. Maybe someone else knows about them too." Valerian turned and smiled at Andros. "It is a good idea, except, if anyone DID encounter a real unicorn, I strongly do not think they would announce it so publicly on a world-wide media like the Internet. Meeting a unicorn, according to legends, is based greatly on a mutual trust between the two who are meeting, at the time. But still, we can look into it." Andros added, "We could just ask the unicorn what he wants." Felix giggled. "Oh, and I suppose he will let us walk right up to him and ask him what he wants too." Andros looked miffed for a moment. "I do not see why we couldn't just ask him. It has to be lonely protecting a large forest by yourself. Besides, I was serious." Valerian turned back to preparing breakfast. "The unicorn has an open invitation to come to this fortress whenever he likes. I invited him to visit anytime he likes." Andros blinked his eyes again. "You spoke to him? What did he say?" Valerian replied, "I did all the talking. He did not say anything. He just smiled then vanished. As if he had never been there." Felix asked, "Do you plan on finding out what the unicorn wanted?" Valerian replied, "It is a thought. I am not sure what the unicorn will think when I show up to talk to him." Andros looked over to Valerian and asked, "How are you going to find him?" Valerian hummed for a moment. "Odd as it may sound, I think we might have a better chance of encountering the unicorn if we were to spend the night in his forest. A camp out. That does not guarantee that we will meet the unicorn, but it increases the chances of our seeing him." The three finished breakfast then adjourned to the main library where Valerian activated the mainframe computer base. Felix sat down and connected to the Internet to do a search for unicorns. Andros sat down at another terminal and began helping Felix search for unicorn leads by visiting chat rooms where unicorns were the topic or theme. Valerian began gathering ancient tomes and archaic volumes containing information on unicorns, and sat down at the central table to do the long arduous research on the mystical subject. Some hours later, the three compared notes on their research. Felix exclaimed, "I, unfortunately, was only able to come up with the usual documents about unicorns." Andros replied, "About 90% of the people in the unicorn chat rooms were there to role play that they are really unicorns, and the remaining 10% of those attending are either lurking and just watching the events there, or doing research for a college class. None of them would admit in private messages that they were indeed a real unicorn." Valerian hummed. "Every tome I have duplicates all the known information on unicorns. In other words, almost nothing is known about their true life styles." Andros looked at Valerian. "So we struck out?" Valerian smiled. "I never strike out. This was just our first hurdle. Now we prepare to go meet a real unicorn." The three cleaned up the library, then headed off to prepare for a weekend camping trip into the unicorn's forest. A few hours later, they had their tents fully set up within the deep forest where they had previously seen the unicorn, and played some games to pass the time waiting for the reappearance of the unicorn. The time slowly ticked by, but no sign of the unicorn. The sun finally set. Valerian was almost disappointed. He knew the unicorn had to be out here. Andros and Felix were showing signs of disappointment as well. Dinner was soon prepared, and they ate quietly. It was while they were eating that something happened. Two male unicorns leaped through their camp, in one side and out the other. All three teenagers blinked their eyes! Felix gasped! "There are TWO of them!" Andros laughed trying to regain his cool! "Wow! I never would have dreamed of seeing two unicorns up close like that!" Valerian smiled and said, "I think they wanted us to see them. Notice that they are gone now. I know I am impressed, but seeing them is not enough. I want to know why there are unicorns in the greater northwestern United States." Andros looked to Valerian, "You really think they actually wanted us to see them?" Valerian nodded his head and resumed eating his dinner. Andros and Felix also settled down and finished their dinners, though all three boys were internally excited by the sudden appearance that the two unicorns had made earlier. The boredom was definitely disspelled now. After dinner, a discussion about the unicorns began. How they looked, their colorations, features, mane and tail styles, whether they had cloven hooves or not. Soon, all three are yawning, and thus, retired to their tents to get some sleep. Early the next morning, Valerian awakened to the smell of a breakfast being cooked. He crawled out of his tent and saw an older boy, totally naked, preparing breakfast over their firepit. Valerian cleared his throat politely, and the other boy glanced at him. "Morning. I hope you don't mind me preparing you guys some breakfast." Valerian smiled and said, "I don't mind, but you're... well... you have no clothes on..." The boy smiled and replied, "I know. I left them in England last night. I hope my friend and I didn't scare you guys too much." Just then, Andros emerged from his tent, then literally stopped and stared when he saw the naked boy. Felix was soon to follow, and he too seemed to stare for a moment, then shirked it off as normal and sat down. Valerian exclaimed, "Are you saying that you and your friend were the unicorns we saw last night?" The boy nodded his head, "That's what I am saying. How do you guys like your eggs?" After a fine English style breakfast was prepared and eaten, everyone seemed to be over the shock of a nude young man in their camp, and concentrated on asking about the unicorns. Valerian asked, "What is your name?" The boy smiled and answered, "My friends call me Edward Brookes. But please do not call me Eddie. I hate that nickname." Andros asked, "Were you the unicorn I saw a few days ago in this forest?" Edward replied, "No, you saw my friend, Reynard Spalding. He was checking you three out. He seems to like you guys a lot. His nickname is the Slinky Fox, for, ahem, obvious reasons..." He winked and grinned. Felix arched an eye. "Obvious reasons? What kinds of reasons?" Edward asked, "Huh? You mean you don't know? How old are you three?" They told Edward their ages. All three were 16 years old. Edward nodded his head. "That is how old I thought you were. You should know by now what 'obvious reasons' are when it is followed by a 'wink' and 'a smile'." Andros said, "Oh!" Then nodded his head as he understood what was being implied. He leaned over and snugged Felix for effect. Valerian chuckled, then turned to Edward and asked, "Have you always been a unicorn? Or are you a shapeshifter who can become a unicorn? Maybe you can shed some light on the truth about unicorns for us." Edward sat down beside Valerian and replied, "I'll be glad to tell you how I got involved with becoming a unicorn. I was not born as a unicorn but... Well heck, let me just tell you my story... Now, this all started a year and a half ago..." "Unicorns? Don't be absurd!" Edward Brookes looked at the old woman with an arched eye, obviously not believing her statement about there being unicorns living in the nearby Dabenshire Woods. Edward, just recently a young adult by a few weeks, was born and raised in the United States by honest hard-working parents, was very studious in worldly events, and had graduated high school in the top ten of his class. He was now in the Northern British countryside by the request of his friend he'd met through an internet finances club. After spending a few days listening to a boring seminar of financial discussions, Edward finally got the chance to go out and see the countryside. Basil, a young man who lived locally who had been attending the financial seminar, invited Edward on a sightseeing tour of the surrounding area. The two spent the next few days seeing the sites, before finally returning to Basil's cottage in Dabenshire Woods. Edward spent the night there after a wonderfully prepared dinner of local meat and fresh apple cider. The following morning, Basil asked Edward to go to the well and fetch some water for the morning's tea. He had just filled the bucket when the mysterious old lady showed up preaching about unicorns in the woods... "Heed my words, young man, and do not tarry in these woods. Or you will meet the unicorn lord of the land, and you will not be seen again." "You expect me to believe that there are REAL unicorns in this day and age? Get along, old woman, and quit bothering me with such children's fairy tales." "You don't believe me, but if you tarry here another day, you will see the truth... Mark my words!" With that, the old woman hobbled away down the path, and out of sight into the distance. Edward was sort of disgusted at having to listen to such nonsense, especially from an elderly woman. Edward picks up the pail of water, and starts to turn towards the cottage, but then he stops and looks into the woods. Had he just seen something white out the corner of his eye. There was nothing there now. He shrugs and heads on back to the cottage. Edward re-enters the cottage and sets the pail of water on the kitchen counter. He looks around a bit, and notices that Basil is not in the cottage. Edward searches the four room building, finally searching the bedroom. He sees Basil's clothes lying upon the bed. He also notices that Basil's bedroom has it's own back door exiting into the woods behind the cottage, and the door is wide open. "Basil? Basil? Where are you?" Edward looks around a bit more before setting foot out the back door into the woods behind the cottage. He pushes through the brush and walks for what feels like a mile, then suddenly emerges from the thick woods in a small clearing in the center of the woods. Three large rocks with a spring burbling into a crystal clear pool is located centrally here. Edward looks around again, and calls out for Basil. After a few minutes, Edward gets a drink from the spring, and heads back into the thick woods towards the cottage. He walks again for what feels like a mile, then emerges from the woods again... right back in the clearing! "What the...? I'm here again? Oh great, I must be walking in circles." Edward again heads into the thick woods, and again, re-emerges into the clearing about an hour later. He begins to get really frustrated by this, and again heads into the thick woods. Again and again and again, until he just sits down in the clearing near the rocks. The sun is low in the Western sky, and a thin cold mist drifts into the area. Edward feels extremely foolish for getting lost in such a small patch of woods in the Northern British countryside. He remembers the candy bar in his coat pocket, and takes it out, and eats it. It tastes quite refreshing, and he pockets the remainder of it back in his pocket. He looks around again as the sun sets. The darkness creeps in slowly and Edward curls up behind the rocks and soon falls into an uneasy sleep. Very early the next morning, Edward awakens when he hears an odd sound on the other side of the rocks near the pool. Edward peeks over the rocks and sees an impossible sight: two male unicorns drinking from the pool, and seemingly talking to each other in a tongue Edward cannot understand. He watches the unicorns for awhile, until the larger unicorn lifts his head up and sprints off into the woods. The other unicorn lifts his head and seemingly sniffs the air, before looking directly at Edward! All Edward can do is stare back, unable to move. \*Edward? Is that you?\* Edward is surprised to have heard Basil's voice inside his head. He looks directly at the unicorn again, and asks, "Basil? Are you Basil?" \*Edward... Why are you out here in the woods? When you didn't come back to the cottage, I thought you had gone back to the Seminar. But they said you hadn't returned. I am so glad to see you.\* "I-I-I..." \*You look like you're in shock. You'd better come back to the cottage with me. It's safer that way.\* The unicorn calling itself Basil leads Edward back through the woods for almost the entire day, then directly into the backdoor into Basil's bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, the unicorn kicks the door closed. Edward sits down on the bed, not sure what to think. The unicorn then chants a phrase over and over again in that strange tongue. The unicorn slowly transforms back into Basil! Basil turns back to Edward, and picks up his clothes and starts putting them back on, while Edward watches him blankly. His thoughts and his mouth not quite connecting. Basil finishes dressing and heads into the kitchen. When he returns, he carries a tray of tea, herbs, and cookies. "Edward, I know you're in shock, and rightly so, but please listen carefully to what I have to say. I am Basil, the son of the forest's unicorn lord. The other unicorn you saw was a friend of mine. Together, we'd been searching for you all day and night that you'd disappeared. I can only assume that after you brought back the water from the well, you came into my bedroom and saw the open back door. You couldn't find me anywhere, and entered the woods looking for me. After that, you stumbled into several of the forest's spring clearings, and because they all look alike, you assumed you were still at the same one. Then you did the smart thing and settled down to sleep. Good thing you had. That allowed my friend and I to track you down to that clearing, where I finally found you. I am so pleased nothing terrible happened to you while you were lost in the woods." Edward slowly drinks the tea, and nibbles on the herbs and cookies... He listens to Basil as he talks, and glances occasionally at Basil's face. Finally, as Basil looks to Edward, Edward looks directly at Basil again, blinking. "Are you really Basil? The Basil I met a few days ago?" "Of course. But I'm a unicorn too. I wanted to tell you the first night you spent here in the cottage, but... there's proper rules and stuff I have to obey... and so I couldn't tell you..." "How is it possible that there are unicorns in this day and age? Didn't the unicorns all die out during the middle ages?" "Oh, the middle ages." Basil seems humored at the mention of that time period. "We were persecuted in those days, and lured into traps by maidens fair to be slain. The scent was extremely overpowering to us unicorns. One day, the unicorn lord gathered the remaining unicorns together and we all chanted a spell to change our lives forever. We would no longer be enticed by fair virgin maidens and we would live a peaceful uninterrupted life from then on. But with every cure, there comes a curse. In exchange for the immunity to fair maidens and having immortality, we unicorns were magically 'locked' into these forests, only being able to leave as humans, but having to return to live one day a month in the body of a unicorn. But that was only one half the curse..." Edward listens interested in Basil's story as he drinks some more tea. "What was the other half of the curse, Basil?" "The other half..." Basil looks at Edward and smiles a little. "The other half was the increased interest in other males. In other words, we unicorns became immune to women, but we were totally interested in men." Edward almost spits his tea out, and chokes a little at this statement. "You mean, all the unicorns in this area are gay?" Basil again smiles a little, handing Edward a napkin. "That is a blunt way to put it, Edward. Once a year, a unicorn must go forth and find a male partner to spend some time with. This 'partner' must be human. Nothing 'sexual' takes place between the two, unless the human is willing to do so with the unicorn. The day I met you at the seminar, I knew you were the 'partner' that I was seeking, and when I saw you wanted to get away from the seminar and go see the sites, I knew I could easily get you to come with me. I apologize if it seems like I used you, and you can go back to the seminar if you no longer want to spend any time here. But it'll be lonely here without someone else to chat with and spend time with." "You chose me?" "Yes, I did. You met a lot of my personal interest fields. And I was quite taken with your shirt with the unicorn's print on it. That told me you wanted to believe in us, and maybe, 'meet' a unicorn, if you could." "I must confess that I have been interested in you quite a bit since I first met you, but I thought you'd turn me away if I said anything openly. And now, I find out that you're a gay unicorn... I don't know what to say..." "Say you'll stay awhile. At least, stay until after the full moon night. Then you may leave, and I will be okay for another year. If you leave now, I will probably not survive." Edward places a hand on Basil's shoulder. "Of course I'll stay. I should contact the seminar to let them know I'm okay, though, and tell my other friend that I'll be staying with a local." Basil smiles, and places a hand on Edward's shoulder. "Thank you. I'll take you back to the seminar in the morning after my 'daily jog' in the woods." The rest of the day went by quietly. Edward and Basil chatted and played a game of darts, and had a nice dinner. Afterwards, the two undressed and slept together in bed, snuggling each other. They were quick to sleep, and the night passed without incident. When the morning came, Edward awakens to see Basil standing naked in front of the open back door. Edward sits up and yawns, then smiles at Basil. "Are you getting ready to change back into a unicorn and 'jog' around the woods?" "Yes I am. I'd invite you along, but you tend to get lost, and you need to get ready for the trip back to the seminar." "Um, just how is it that you change into a unicorn? Is it those strange words that I can't understand?" "The Latin spell is partly responsible for the change. The curse is responsible for the other part of the change. Why do you ask?" "Because I think you look sexy as a unicorn and I really like you as a human." Basil smiles, "Thank you, Edward. I better get to it now, or I'll be a wreck the rest of the day. See you in one hour." Basil chants the strange foreign words over and over slowly changing back into his unicorn body. When he is completely changed, he looks towards Edward who is sitting on the edge of the bed watching. Edward leans over to Basil and kisses the unicorn on the muzzle. Basil, as the unicorn kisses back with a smile, then pulls back. \*Stay in the cottage till I return. See you in one hour.\* Basil trots out the backdoor into the thick woods. Edward gets out of bed and draws the water for his morning bath. He bathes, gets dried off, and gets dressed. He goes to the well and fetches another pail of water. He is very surprised to hear the old woman's voice as he finishes filling the pail. "You are still here? Didn't I warn you about the forest lord, yet you still tarry. Leave while you can, or you'll not be able to..." Edward turns towards the old woman, but she is already quickly heading back down the path. He thinks a moment whether or not the old woman is referring to Basil, but keeps his thoughts to himself. He picks up the pail, and re-enters the cottage. He places the pail of well water on the counter, and heads back into Basil's bedroom. Basil has just re-entered the bedroom as Edward walks in. They both stop at the same time, and both go quiet a moment as they look at each other. At that moment, another larger male unicorn enters alongside Basil, and looks directly at Edward. "Basil? Wh-who's your unicorn friend?" The other unicorn also voices almost the same question. \*Basil? Who is your human friend?\* Basil appears to turn a bright red blush. Both Edward and the larger unicorn look at Basil awaiting an answer, until they both turn to each other almost at the same time. The unicorn speaks first. \*A pleasure to meet you. I am Reynard Spalding.\* "Hello, I am Edward Brookes. Pleased to meet you." \*Basil chose you this year, did he? I think you're a fine choice and so well mannered too.\* "I come from a clean well-to-do family in the United States. Are you from around here someplace?" It is at this point that Basil snaps out of his blush and interrupts the conversation. \*Edward, Reynard is a very good friend of mine. He's the one you saw in the woods yesterday at the spring. Reynard, this is Edward, the guy you and I were looking for in the woods. Right after you left, I found him at the pool and I got him back to the cottage.\* Reynard smiles, \*Good thing Basil found you, Edward. The woods can be a dangerous place to be at night.\* Edward thinks a moment, then asks, "I've seen an old woman at the well, twice now, and she's warned me to get away from these woods right away or I'll not be able to. Something about meeting the forest lord being dangerous for me." Basil and Reynard both look at each other, then look at Edward kind of blankly. Edward blinks then asks, "Is the forest lord dangerous to me? Or is the old woman lying?" Reynard rolls his eyes a moment while turning his head back towards the back door. Basil sighs, then looks directly at Edward, \*I promise you that you will always be safe while either I or Reynard is near you. But, the forest lord 'could' be dangerous should you ever meet him in the woods alone at night.\* "Why would I be in the woods at night?" Reynard looks to Edward and says, \*Don't you worry about it. As long as you stay near the cottage or near one of us, you won't ever have to be in the woods at night. And if you do have to be out at night, I'll do my best to protect you.\* Reynard lifts his head suddenly, then hurriedly says, \*I have to go now. I hope to meet you again. Bye Edward.\* With that, Reynard immediately rushes out the backdoor and into the woods. Basil whews quietly, and kicks the door shut. Basil recites the chant again, and changes back into his human form. He gets dresses and takes Edward into the kitchen for some breakfast. It is after breakfast, and while the two are en route to the seminar building, that Edward asks Basil, "Why were you in such a rush to get Reynard and me apart? He and I were getting along great, then you suddenly got between us and, quite frankly, reacted as if Reynard was encroaching upon your owned property. Do you think I'm your slave or something?" "N-n-no... It's not like that at all... I was j-just... worried that Reynard would try something with you. Among the unicorns, his nickname is 'The Slinky Fox', and he has a tendency to force himself upon others. If I hadn't been there, you would've been pounced by Reynard. I've been pounced by him enough times. I could tell that he likes you, a lot." "So you were protecting me from him?" "Yes. I like you a lot too, and I was afraid he might try to hurt you, unintentionally." He stops, and points ahead. "There's the seminar building." Edward walks up to the seminar building's front doors and tries the handle. He is a bit shocked to find them locked. That's when Basil calls Edward over to the announcement sign. Edward walks over and reads what Basil had read. The seminar had ended two days ago. Evidently, everyone had gone home. The next hour was spent trying to contact the friend that Edward had attended the seminar with. As he slowly hangs up the phone, he turns to Basil and sighs... "My friend has already returned to Germany, and we both forgot that my plane tickets and passport were in his suitcase. And the worst part is that the airport lost all my luggage, so now, I'm stranded here in England with no ID, no other clothes than what I'm wearing, and without my passport and plane tickets, I can't go home... What am I to do, Basil?" Edward sits down on the steps and cries... Basil sits beside him and holds him closely, "Shhh... Don't cry... I'll help you all I can... For now, let's get back to my cottage, and I'll fix you some lunch... I promise you'll be okay..." Basil takes Edward back to the cottage, and sets Edward down in the bedroom. He then heads back into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Edward lies there quietly feeling a bit sad about his situation, but glad he's with a friend who'll stand beside him and help him through this. He notices the back door open slightly, and a white nose and silvered horn poke through the opening. Edward looks towards the unicorn cautiously, and whispers, "Reynard? Is that you?" The unicorn nods his head barely and looks to Edward with the 'come hither' motion of his head. Edward cautiously gets up, and goes over to the door and the unicorn. The unicorn motions for Edward to step outside the door. Edward slowly steps out the door and it closes behind him. The unicorn looks at Edward and says, \*You are as handsome as the others have been saying.\* "Reynard? You met me this morning, remember? I'm Edward Brookes. You ARE Reynard, aren't you?" \*Oh no... I'm not 'The Slinky Fox'... My name is Howard Hunter. I live on the other side of the Dabenshire Woods. I just wanted to meet the human everyone was talking about. And now I have and I am glad I have. If you get tired of Basil, think about coming over to my farm. I live with three other unicorns, but I'm sure they'd love to meet you. I better go now. I'm not supposed to be away from the farm. I hope I see you again later\* He kisses Edward's cheek. \*Bye.\* Edward slowly re-enters the backdoor and is barely sat down on the bed when Basil comes in from the kitchen with a tray full of lunch items. Basil looks at the slightly ajar backdoor, then looks at Edward quizzically. Basil goes over and shuts the door, then looks at Edward. "Who was here? Was it Reynard again?" "Not this time. This unicorn seemed younger than both of us." "I'll bet it was Howard Hunter, that little scamp." Basil laughs. "He said if I got tired of you, I could go over and live with him." Basil grins, "I'll bet he did. Did he tell you who he lives with?" "No, but if I had to guess, I'd say that one of them is Reynard. Am I right? Basil laughs, nodding his head. "That's right. And the other two are Adam Hurley and Shepley Lockwood. The four live together sharing a medium sized farm on the other side of the Dabenshire Woods. The grow vegetables in their garden and herd sheep in the fields. They live quite a good life. Reynard is always wanting to hire someone to come in and help them there, but the others always refuse. They think Reynard just wants someone around to pounce." Edward laughs, "I guess I'm quite popular among the unicorns, aren't I? It looks like they all want to meet me." "They are all getting anxious, is all. The moonlight dance is coming up in a few days and the ceremony that keeps us unicorns safe will be conducted then by the forest lord. On that night, you will be here by yourself. On that night you must stay in the cottage, no matter what. Don't go out for anything or anyone. Even if it's me telling you to get out of the cottage. I tell you this now for your own safety. If you venture out on that night, I will not be able to protect you." "Protect me from what?" Basil looks at Edward seriously, "From the forest lord, of course. If he catches you outside of this cottage on that night, he will force you to attend the ceremony. You won't have a choice if he catches you, and I'll be powerless to save you. You must promise me that you'll stay in the cottage on that night. Promise me!" Edward is taken aback by Basil's seriousness, and looks at his expression to see if he's kidding. He finally decides that Basil is being very serious about this, and promises to stay in the cottage. Basil gives a sigh of relief when Edward promises to stay inside, then the two eat the lunch that Basil had prepared. Later that day, they played another game of darts and read some books. That night, they had dinner together, and afterwards, Basil yawns rather tiredly. Edward smiles and kisses Basil's cheek. "Go on to bed, Basil. I'll wash the dishes." "Thank you, Edward. I'll probably be asleep when you finally come to bed. This has been a long day for me." Basil gets up, and heads off to the bedroom, and gets in bed, yawning again. Edward smiles and quietly closes the bedroom door. He picks up the pail and heads outside and down to the well to fetch water for washing the dishes. When he gets to the well, he stops and looks all around for the old woman. He waits five minutes to see if she will appear. Then he begins filling the pail with well water. He has just finished filling the pail, when he hears the old woman's voice behind him. "This is my last warning. Leave while you..." Edward drops the bucket and has turned on the old woman in a heartbeat. He grabs her shoulders tightly, and growls, "Do NOT EVER sneak up behind me!! Who ARE you? Why do you always show up the second this pail is filled? I waited five whole minutes for you to show up! And you 'sneak' up behind me!! Just WHO the HELL are you?!" "You're hurting me..." she cries out... Edward releases her and sighs angrily... "I want answers. Not warnings, but answers. Please. Tell me what you know." The old woman looks at him sternly, then nods her head slowly... "I will tell you all you seek to know... First of all, I am Selena O'Dale, a local gypsy woman and storyteller of these lands. I have lived here a long time and have rescued many people just as I have been attempting to rescue you. You've already met the unicorns, I take it?" "Yes, I have. And they have all been very kind and they too warned me about the forest lord." Edward replies. "Good. Then that means they like you. Once a year, a random unicorn is slated to live in this cottage and go forth, as a human, to find a 'partner' to spend a few days to a week with, until the night of the forest lord's ceremony. That part is both true and harmless. On the night of the ceremony, the unicorn leaves the cottage right at sundown, leaving the 'partner' inside alone, with instructions to stay there 'no matter what'. That part is also true." Edward nods his head and waits for the gypsy woman to continue. "The 'partner' then has one hour free to do whatever he likes. It is usually at that time that I show up and take the poor boy to safety in the village. Well, at least those who will come with me..." Edward blinks his eyes, "What happens to those who don't believe you?" "Those I cannot convince I leave to their fates. I have only failed to rescue three others, and there was a fourth that when he heard that there was forest lord, became very intent upon hunting it. I suppose he thought I was referring to the great White Stag of legends, the one who grants three wishes." Edward thinks a moment, then asks, "What were the names of the four you could not rescue?" The old woman thinks for a long time then starts putting forth names. "Howard Hunter was the fifteen year old local boy I couldn't save. Adam Hurley was the seventeen year old son of a rich banker from Switzerland. Shepley Lockwood was a twenty-one year old photographer from London. And the weird kid, the nineteen year old computer programmer from Seattle Washington..." Edward nods, "Let me guess: His name was Reynard Spalding. Right?" Selena nods her head, "That's right. You've seen them?" Edward smiles, "As a matter of fact, I've seen two of them. They are living at a medium sized sheep farm on the other side of the Dabenshire Woods. The four of them together. And very much alive and healthy." Selena nods then questionably adds, "Alive and healthy, as unicorns?" Edward drops the smile, and nods affirmative... "But they have human forms, when they need them..." Selena looks directly at Edward. "Don't be fooled, young man. They may have human forms, but they are trapped in this forest for all eternity. They must always remain in this area or die. They are part of the forest lord's herd. And you will be too unless you heed my warnings. They intend to make you join the herd. If you care for your freedom and you truly care about the unicorns, you will heed my warning and leave here before the night of the ceremony." Selena backs away from Edward and hobbles down the path into the darkness and out of sight. Edward picks the empty pail back up and proceeds to refill the pail again... He has just finished when he hears a sound between himself and the cottage. Edward slowly looks that way, and sees a massively huge unicorn standing on the cottage path. It's spiraled horn is pearly white, and it's cloven hooves are silver. Edward just looks at it dumb-founded, but holds unto the pail of water firmly. He slowly approaches the monster unicorn without a sound, and stops a foot from the beast. The monster unicorn looks at the pail and drinks some of the water from it. It then points it's horn at Edward's coat pocket. Edward sets the pail down carefully then takes the candy bar from his pocket, unwraps it and gives it to this monster of a unicorn. The beast devours it then takes another drink from the pail. He lifts his head and looks directly at Edward with a gentle but very serious gaze. Edward is sure he hears the unicorn within his head... \*\*HELLO EDWARD. I AM THE FOREST LORD. THANK YOU FOR THE CHOCOLATE AND CARAMEL. THE WATER WAS REFRESHING TOO. I SAW YOU TALKING TO SELENA. SHE SPEAKS THE TRUTH. IF YOU WISH TO LEAVE NOW, NO ONE WILL STOP YOU. BUT ALL THE UNICORNS ARE FOND OF YOU AND WE HOPE YOU WILL CHOOSE TO STAY.\*\* The forest lord unicorn turns and vanishes into the woods, leaving Edward standing there dumb-found... He picks up the pail of water and finally makes it back inside the cottage. He fills the sink quietly and washes the dishes. When he finishes, he dries his hands and goes out and sits on the cottage's kitchen porch where he gazes out into the woods. While he sits here, he thinks he hears the unicorns in his mind, but no clear words ever come forth. Finally, he gets back up and goes back in the cottage. He enters the bedroom and sees that Basil is gone again, the back door wide open. Edward sighs and pokes his head out the door. "Basil? BASIL? Where are you?!" Edward shrugs and gets undressed and goes to bed. He falls asleep uneasily, but rests soundly. When Edward awakens next, there is a unicorn nudging him in the side with a hoof, \*Edward? Wake up. It's urgent.\* Edward sits up with a start. He looks at the palomino colored unicorn for a moment, then asks, "Who are you?" \*You'd know me as Shepley Lockwood. You have to come quick. Basil's hurt and can't move. It's partly my fault... Please hurry!!!\* Edward is immediately out of bed and dressed as fast as possible. "Take me to him." \*Get on. I'll carry you.\* Edward mounts Shepley's back and holds unto the mane tightly as the unicorn tears out through the woods and to an old covered wooden bridge. They get just inside, and Edward dismounts, and rushes over to where Basil's back legs have both fallen through the weakened rotted boards, wedging him in tightly. "Don't worry, Basil, I'll get you out of this." \*What are you doing here?\* Basil asks in a painfully upset manner. \*Had this been the night of the ceremony you would have stupidly walked right into a trap...\* "Shut up while I try to get you out of this..." Edward lays down on the boards and inches around directly behind Basil's tail, and reaches down between the unicorn's thighs, grabbing unto each leg. "Here goes nothing..." Edward slowly pulls Basil's legs at first straight up, then forward out of the hole. He cautiously edges around the rotted boards and pulls Basil over and out of the covered bridge. He has just stopped, when he hears the forest lord behind him, walking up quickly... \*\*I JUST HEARD. HOW IS BASIL DOING?\*\* Edward got a better look at the forest lord now that it was daytime. He was very impressive. "I don't think his legs are broken, as he seems more upset that I was brought to pull him out of the hole..." Both the forest lord and Shepley chuckle a little, then the forest lord says to Basil... \*\*YOUR FRIEND JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE AND YOU BERATE HIM FOR CARING ENOUGH TO COME HERE TO FREE YOU FROM A DANGEROUS SPOT.\*\* He looks at Shepley, \*\*AND HAVEN'T I WARNED YOU NOT TO COME THIS WAY DURING THE PRE DAWN HOURS?? THIS BRIDGE IS IN SERIOUS NEED OF REPAIR.\*\* He turns to Edward, \*\*I THANK YOU FOR YOUR KINDNESS A SECOND TIME, EDWARD. I AM IN YOUR DEBT.\*\* The forest lord licks Basil's legs once each, then lifts his head and vanishes into the surrounding forest. Both Basil and Shepley seems surprised that Edward had already met the forest lord AND was still human... Shepley and Edward help Basil all the way back to the cottage and inside the bedroom. Shepley and Edward toss Basil into bed and pull the covers over him. Shepley chants the spell and becomes human. He then puts on Basil's clothes, which surprisingly fit well, and together with Edward, goes through the kitchen and out unto the porch where they both sit down to chat. "So you're the photographer from London. What prompted you to become a unicorn?" "Well, you're certainly well informed. You must've been warned by Selena O'Dale. Yes, I am Shepley Lockwood, a former aspiring photographer for a local nature magazine. I was down on my luck, and I heard a rumor about an elusive white beast in the Dabenshire Woods, and I jokingly told my editor that the people were probably seeing a rare white stag. My editor wasn't very amused, and told me to get my heinie up to those woods and don't come back without a photo, a GOOD photo of the white stag... With that in mind, I was pretty much out of a job, and after I found out about the unicorns, I unloaded my sob story on them, and they agreed to help me out all they could. And to do that I had to give up being human and join the herd as a unicorn. I have no regrets at all." "No regrets at all? What about loved ones, family, friends?" Edward asked. "As I said, I was down on my luck. My parents had just disowned me for supporting someone they didn't like. That someone dumped me about two days later for a rich man from Paris. And I had very few friends. So being a unicorn among other unicorns who didn't care where I came from, and liked me for who I am, was pretty much the best and most happiest thing that could ever happen to me. I have no regrets." "Wow." Edward was really moved by Shepley's personal story. "And the others you're currently living with. Is it possible for me to talk to them about why they became unicorns? I'd really like to know before the ceremony night." "Well, the ceremony isn't for a couple of nights, and if Basil would allow it, you could come home with me for one night, and chat with the other three at your leisure. When you're done talking with them, I could bring you back here so Basil wouldn't be too lonely. I could have you back here by tomorrow afternoon. How about it?" "If Basil will allow it, I'd love to go see your place." Edward replies. Edward and Shepley re-enter the cottage and head to the bedroom. The back door is wise open, and the forest lord is checking up on Basil's condition. Shepley bows to the forest lord, then takes off all of Basil's clothes from himself, and chants the transformation spell again, becoming a unicorn. Shepley then says, \*Edward would like to come see the farm on the other side of the woods for one day, and so he may chat with my farm mates about why they became unicorns. Is that all right?\* The forest lord looks at Edward and smiles, \*\*I THINK THAT'S A SPLENDID IDEA. BASIL ISN'T GOING TO BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING FOR AWHILE AND IT GIVES ME A CHANCE TO BABY HIM AGAIN. EDWARD? GO ON AND ENJOY YOUR STAY WITH SHEPLEY AND THE OTHERS.\*\* Edward smiles back at the forest lord, "Thank you, um, sir. I'll hopefully be back by tomorrow afternoon." He turns to Shepley who is already standing in the open back doorway and mounts up on Shepley's back and holds unto the unicorn's mane tightly. Shepley takes off into the woods at a tear. Trees, branches, and bushes fly by as if they were nothing. After a good two hour dash, a leap over a running stream, and another hour and a half dash, Shepley and Edward arrive at the secluded sheep farm where the four unicorns live. Shepley finally comes to a halt just inside the double doors of the back of the house. Edward dismounts, and sits down to one side, and watches Shepley change shape back into a human. Shepley picks up his clothes, redresses, and motions for Edward to follow him. Edward follows Shepley deeper into the house, and finally into an inner, well furnished, den. Over in one corner, sitting at a large computer desk (covered in several computers, manuals, and tools) is Reynard Spalding. He turns and smiles when he sees both Shepley and Edward entering the room. "Hiya, Shep. Hey there, Eddie. How's it going?" Shep replies, "We're both fine. Where's everyone else?" Reynard says, "Adam is in the kitchen cooking something won-der-ful. And Howard is tending the sheep, like he does every day." He smiles at Edward. "How long you here for, Eddie?" Edward sort of grimaces, "Please don't call me 'Eddie'. My grandparents always called me that and I always hated it." Reynard gets serious for a moment, "It's okay. I'm sorry. I'm just feeling good right now. I'll call you Edward. So, how long you going to be with us?" Shepley heads out of the room to the kitchen while Edward replies to Reynard. "Just till tomorrow afternoon. I came over to ask you about why you became a unicorn. I mean, didn't that sorta ruin your computer programming career?" Edward asks. Reynard kinda smiles, "Not exactly. You have to understand circumstances as they were taking place. You see, back in Seattle, I'd just graduated high school as a certified genius, and I had just finished an at-home by-mail programming course, and got the best scores they'd ever seen... But I wasn't happy. I was missing one important thing." "What were you missing?" asked Edward. "I wanted a 'mate'. I was gay, you see, and no one locally would have me because I was the 'geek'. I saved up my senior trip money, and added some other funds to it, and took a two week vacation trip to England. I hadn't been in the area two days, and I met Basil at one of those Renaissance Fairs. We had some fun, and he invited me back to his place. I didn't think I made THAT good of an impression and I was a little skittish about going to a stranger's place." "I stayed with him for awhile, then one day I met that gypsy woman, Selena, who went on and on about some white beast called the forest lord in the Dabenshire Woods. I remembered from my internet studies that the White Stag lived in a something-Shire Woods, so I was thinking 'This is it! My chance to get anything at all I want to wish for.' I thanked Selena for her information, and I tore off into the woods looking for the White Stag... Needless to say, I was lost within five minutes, and spent the next day walking in a straight line. And I did encounter a great white beast, but it wasn't the White Stag, but the forest lord himself. I had managed to accidentally walk up behind him, so I didn't see the horn till it was too late. I stupidly grabbed the forest lord from behind yelling 'Gotcha! Now you owe me a wish! And I want the perfect male mate for me to love forever and ever'. He slowly turned around and I realized my mistake quickly." "What happened then?" Edward asks, obviously very interested in the story. "He looked me over and circled me a time or two, then mentally said into my mind, 'THERE IS NO CREATURE MORE PERFECT THAN A UNICORN, SO I WILL GRANT YOUR WISH TO THE FULLEST OF MY ABILITY.' I was shocked that he was going to grant my wish! He then came up behind me and bit deeply into my shoulder. That hurt a lot! The next thing I knew, my pants were down around my ankles and he was mounting me from behind! That was the most painful thing I'd ever felt, as I quickly forgot all about his biting my neck..." "He forced me down to the all fours position and commanded me to repeat every word he was sending into my head. Naturally, it was the Latin spell of transformation, and once I uttered it, I transformed into a big beautiful unicorn. The forest lord then mounted me fully, and rode me like I was his mare. Then after he filled me good, he dismounted me and escorted me to this farm where I met Shepley, Adam, and Howard. The forest lord left me here and I wasn't able to change back to a human for three days. It took me that long to remember the spell. It's a phrase I have never forgotten." "So you were forced to become a unicorn? Why did you stay a unicorn?" Edward inquires. "After the shock of becoming a unicorn had passed, and I saw how friendly the other unicorns were, I realized I could have as many open mated relationships as I wanted, and not a single unicorn would ever get jealous. (Except Basil, but that's another story.) I then proceeded to set up my own British Internet Service Provider service, and soon, had literally tons of customers. I was also the one to turn to for the repair of anyone's computer. Why did I stay a unicorn? Why not? This was the perfect setup. I was happy, and I could make others happy. It is thanks to me that the herd can pre-select new candidates for joining the herd from all over the world. I usually go to either a chat room or a MUD/MUCK and find someone who is either: a) unhappy with their current life, b) mateless, c) wanting to get away from their current country, d) is planning on being in England during the week(s) before the ceremony, or e) is willing to DO anything, literally, to get away from their parents/family. You'd be surprised how many qualify that I bypass in the decision making field for potential new herd members. There is a key factor I look for, and that key is: the person in question must either: a) like unicorns, b) think they are a unicorn IRL, c) role play a unicorn character online, or d) collect unicorn items (shirts, art, statuettes, etc.). You, Edward, were selected this year because of an internet financial club contest you entered, where you wrote, 'Freedom is a Unicorn in a Stock Market', or something like that, and even though you only got second place, the forest lord liked what you wrote (I showed it to him), and we arranged for your trip over here. We paid for everything to get you here. To the herd, you are a winner." Edward sits there a bit shocked... "You mean the only reason I'm in England now is because the herd wanted me here, and paid my way round-trip?" "No, we purchased you a one-way trip ticket to get here. If you joined the herd, why would you need a return trip ticket? We then arranged for Basil to attend the seminar, so he'd meet you there, and get you away from there once you had your fill of it. He then purposely kept you away from the seminar long enough for it to end (which was the entire length of your sight-seeing trip, remember?), and then, took you back to his place. The rest you know..." "I see..." Edward says with a sad sigh... Reynard hugs Edward gently, "Awwww... Please don't take it the wrong way. We really like you... If you choose not to join the herd and still want to go back to the United States, we'll get you there. Promise." Edward slightly brightens up a bit. "Really?" Reynard smiles, "Hey, I gave my word. Besides, I'm the one who'd have to arrange your trip back." He hugs Edward again. "I'd really like it if you stayed. Even if you don't want to join the herd and want to stay in England, I'll give you a job working for my ISP." Edward smiles once again. "I feel a lot better now, Reynard. Thank you." Reynard smiles, somewhat foxily, "No problem. Now why don't you head into the kitchen and see what Adam and Shepley are up to..." Edward gets up and heads off the way Shepley went. He doesn't find the kitchen, but does locate the bedrooms. He looks into an open doorway and sees the younger Howard Hunter relaxing on his bed. Edward slowly enters, knocking on the wall lightly with his fist, "Howard? Can I come in?" Howard, who is laying atop his bed in his underwear, smiles as he sees Edward entering the room. "Come on in. I'm just resting from corralling the sheep. It's good to see you. What can I do for you?" Edward walks over beside the bed, and stand there a moment looking at the good-looking youngster's body, before responding. "I was kind of curious about why you became a unicorn or why you stay one. Do you mind telling me your story?" Howard scoots himself over and patpats the spot on the bed beside him... "Sit down, Edward, and I don't mind at all. I'll be glad to tell you about myself." He smiles as Edward sits down on the bed beside him, and leans back a bit. "Let's see where to begin... Well, you probably know I was the local boy not even old enough to be out of school yet." "No, I didn't know that. Please continue." Howard smiles, "Well, I wasn't attending school. I was the orphan boy from the nearest village. I was stealing food to eat, to keep myself from starving, and the locals chased me out of the village and into these woods. Once I was a ways into the forest, that's when I noticed that the villagers had not followed me into the woods. That's when I also noticed that I was quite lost. I wandered around for hours till the sun set and it got very dark. I was terrified. I cried for about an hour, then Basil found me. He took me back to his cottage and gave me whatever I wanted. It was great! The next morning, I found myself doing simple chores for Basil, but I didn't mind at all, cause Basil was giving me a place to live, a place to sleep, and three meals a day..." "Then I noticed him disappearing every morning, and it was also around that time that Selena first slapped the old 'evil woods' story on me. I dismissed her stories every time she bothered me. I even told Basil about her first visit. One night, after Basil had told me not to leave the cottage that night, Selena showed up and told me to come with her, and I flatly refused, until she left. Then it was quiet for about two hours, then I thought I heard Basil entering his room, so I got up from my bedroom and entered his bedroom. I immediately saw the open door and went to shut it, and I got hit from behind and passed out." "I woke up naked in a big clearing full of unicorns, all singing, dancing, and chanting. A very large unicorn came to me and fed me his cum from his dripping shaft. Of course, I didn't want to drink it, but I felt compelled to drink it. Then, I was hoisted up and lowered down into a mass of mating male unicorns. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I quickly learned what was going on, as I joined in on the fornicateing orgy and somewhere in the course of that, I became a unicorn. When the morning came, I woke up back in Basil's cottage in bed with Basil. This wasn't as much a shock as it was that I had my arms around his body. I then remembered the previous night, and for some reason I didn't mind being a unicorn. I had a family." Edward sits back up and looks at Howard. "And you have no regrets?" "The only regret I think I've had since then is that the experience didn't happen sooner. I have no current regrets." Edward slowly gets up and off the bed. "Thanks for telling me about your experience, Howard. I need to see what Adam and Shepley are up to. See you later." And Edward heads out the door and down the hallway once again... He allows his nose to lead him to the kitchen. As he enters, he sees Adam Hurley stirring a large cooking pot full of chocolate. Adam smiles as Edward enters the kitchen and says, "Grab an apron, put it on, and give me a hand with this stuff." Edward grabs an apron, putting it on, and heads over beside Adam. Together they move the pot off the stove and carefully unto a cooling tray on the counter. Adam looks at Edward and smiles again. "How can I help you?" Edward smiles and looks Adam over. A slightly slender young man, but stronger than he looks. Edward asks, "I was kind of curious about why you became a unicorn or why you stay one. Do you mind telling me your story?" Adam says, "I was born rich and despised it. I could have anything I wanted and there was no challenge in life. My father would buy anything I wanted. One day my father and I were visiting the British countryside and we came across a village near a large forest. We overheard some farmers talking about the unicorns in the woods. So I looked to my father and said, 'I want a unicorn. I want one from the woods.' My father believing that money could buy anything, said, 'And you shall have one.' My father dropped me off at the local inn and he departed to find someone to sell him a unicorn. Well, I had no intention of staying at the inn, so I skirted the forest along the road till I came across a quaint looking cottage almost hidden by the trees. I went up to the front door and knocked. Basil answered the door and invited me in. He was entirely naked, but for some reason I wasn't bothered at all, but was strongly aroused by his nudity. I told him I needed a place to spend the night and that I could pay for the room if need be, but he said don't worry about paying anything. I tried to insist, but he said 'Money isn't everything and cannot buy you happiness'. After hearing those words, I decided then and there that I'd found my true home. The next morning I told Basil that I wanted to live with him for as long as he'd have me and I stayed with him for about five months. Then one night, Basil tells me not to leave the cottage for any reason and he heads off. Around midnight, I hear someone calling my name, so I go to see who it is. I get tackled from behind, knocked out and wake up in a huge unicorn orgy where I am a unicorn too. The next morning, Basil and I have a long talk and I decide to stay with the herd. The unicorns were a far better family than my rich parents could ever dream of being and I was happy." Edward smiles, then asks, "And you have no regrets at all?" Adam smiles, "None at all. I am quite happy with my life as it is now. I am loved and I have a loving family. My rich father in Switzerland thinks I married a local girl and wires me money every month. I'm not sure what will happen when he finds out that I'm gay and mated with other gay unicorns..." He laughs... "Why don't you go find Reynard and see what he's up to? I need to get dinner started." Edward smiles and heads out of the kitchen back towards the inner den. He peeks in but Reynard isn't there. So he walks through the farmhouse in search of Reynard. He finally locates Reynard in a room downstairs from the den. The room itself seems to be a secret furnished chamber warm and cozy for Reynard's unique solitude. As Edward climbs down the ladder into the chamber, he call out into the warm darkness, "Reynard? Are you down here?" Reynard's mental voice is heard, \*Edward? Yeah, I'm in here. You've found my private resting room. Come on in and close the trap door behind you, please.\* Edward climbs back up two steps, and closes the hatch, then descends again. He gets to the bottom, and lets go of the ladder, turning around in the darkness slowly... "Um, I can't see a thing... Where are you?" Reynard's mental voice says, \*With your back against the rungs of the ladder, walk slowly straight ahead about five or six steps. You'll most likely bump into a foot stool there. My clothes are in the chair next to the footstool on the right. I am another three steps beyond the footstool.\* Edward walks about four to five steps forward and his left foot bumps into the footstool. He steps over the footstool count that as another step, then proceeds to walk forward again another three steps. Edward is just going on step three as he falls forwards into a thick sticky gooey mass, sinking up to his neck in no time. His fall was so sudden, that he only got out a quick 'HELL--' before going in deeply... Reynard's mental voice quizzically asks, \*Oh no... You didn't... Tell me you didn't fall into my mud bath with me?\* It takes Edward a good five to ten minutes before he can form a response. "-spbt- Why didn't you just tell me you were taking a mud bath rather than invite me on into the room? -spbt- Oh god! My only clothes are ruined! -spbt- Now what am I supposed to do...?" Edward feels around a bit, then locates Reynard's body in the deep muddy pool... Reynard's mental voice apologetically says, \*I'm really REALLY sorry, Edward... Tell you what, do the best you can to get out of your clothes, and toss them out of the mud. I promise I'll find you something to wear. Surely one of us four living here has something you can wear... Again, I'm really REALLY sorry...\* Edward slowly removes his shoes first and hefts them out of the mud... His socks slip right off easily and he tosses them in the direction of his shoes... Next, he steps out of his jeans and underwear and throws them out of the mud. Then he removes his coat and shirt and throws them out of the mud... Edward feels Reynard move suddenly next to him, as he falls again right down between Reynard's unicorn legs. "Ack... Sorry, Reynard... I can't get any traction." Reynard's mental voice softly speaks, \*That's okay. I've had similar things happen to me. In a way, I'm glad you're this close. On the other hoof, I really feel responsible for not giving you better warning... Well, until I'm ready to get out of the mud bath, you might as well enjoy yourself... I'll explain what all your touching... Your hands are currently holding my fore hooves... your bottom is sitting straddle upon my hardened aroused shaft... and I can feel your hard-on against my belly, so I know you're turned on too...\* Edward rubs his body up and down Reynard's body and shaft, really enjoying the feeling even though he can't see a thing... Together, they fondle and hug some more until an undetermined amount of time later, when Reynard mentally says, \*Time to get out and get washed off. Just either follow me, or hang unto my tail, and I'll lead you to the showers.\* Reynard leads Edward out of the mud pool, across the room into what feels like a horse stall and the shower comes on instantly, washing the mud off of both of them. \*Go grab your muddied clothes and put them in the shower. We'll try to save what we can of them...\* Edward heads over to where he thought he tossed his clothes, he searches around some more, and some more... "I can't find my clothes anywhere. I need some light down here." Suddenly, the overhead light comes on, as Edward sees Reynard standing next to a light switch in his nude human form. "Your clothes are over there, but I can tell from here that the only thing worth saving is your coat... I'm truly sorry, Edward." An hour later, both Edward and Reynard are upstairs in Reynard's room looking through trunks and drawers. Reynard is digging out whatever clothes he can find that looks like it might fit Edward. An hour later, with Howard's, Shep's and Adam's help, Edward is again wearing some nicely fitting clothes and soft leather boots. "You look good, Edward." Shep says. "They are a lot more comfortable than my other clothes were too." Edward remarks. "I think they are clothes Basil used to wear. "Adam says. "I've kept dinner warm for us all, let's go have some dinner." After a won-der-ful dinner, Edward offers to help clean up, but Adam adamantly refuses... explaining, "You are the guest, and our guests do not help clean up." He grabs Reynard. "Reynard will help clean up seeing as how he messed up your clothes." Shepley, Howard, and Edward retire to the outer den, where Edward and Howard play a game of darts, as Shepley reads a book. Sometime later, both Adam and Reynard join the others in the outer den. Adam grabs a book from the shelf, and sits down beside Shepley. Reynard joins Howard and Edward in a game of darts. Shepley gets up and yawns first, then says, "I'm heading to bed. I'll see all of you tomorrow for the 'morning jog'. Night" Shepley heads out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom. Adam is next to head out, which he does without a word. Reynard and Howard continue to play darts with Edward, until Howard finally runs out of energy, yawning widely. "Night you guys." Howard heads down to his room slowly. Reynard and Edward play another game of darts, then smile. Reynard says, "I'm not really sleepy just yet. How about you?" Edward smiles a little, and says, "I'm a little tired but not sleepy." Reynard smiles back and says, "I'd better show you where you can crash later." Reynard leads Edward into the inner den and unfolds the hide-a-bed, spreading out the blankets and fluffing up the thick pillows. Reynard says, "I'm usually working on someone's computer and I'd crash right here rather than going to bed. You can either sleep in my bed or here on the hide-a-bed. It's your choice." Edward looks at the hide-a-bed and smiles at Reynard, "Right here is fine. You can sleep here too, if you'd like. I don't mind at all." Reynard smiles, and hugs Edward, "Okay. That's settled. Now what do you what to do?" Edward smiles and pulls Reynard down into the hide-a-bed atop himself and together they snuggle and hug into the night... When the morning light finally arrives, Edward awakens alone in the bed and goes to the kitchen to find breakfast already waiting on him... He finishes eating and heads off to the foyer where he sees everyone's clothing all piled up and the double doors wide open... 'The morning jog' is what they called it. Edward smiles as he imagines four unicorns running wild in the Dabenshire Woods. Edward wanders around the farm and looks over the sheep and the few horses that are stabled here. When he returns to the farmhouse, he is pleased to see that Reynard has returned and is getting dressed. Edward walks up to Reynard and hugs him gently. Reynard looks at Edward for a moment, then asks, "What do you think about unicorns currently, Edward?" Edward answers, "From what I've seen from you four, unicorns are very caring individuals who are closer than humans ever dream of being and literally go out of their way to make a person feel welcome and loved." Reynard smiles a moment, then goes somber... "That's good." Edward then adds, "I think I'd like to chat with some other unicorns first though and maybe the forest lord too, if he'll let me. There's still some minor doubts in my mind and talking to other unicorns would help clear up those doubts. Unfortunately, the only other unicorns I know are Basil and the forest lord." Reynard thinks then says, "I know of two others... If you want to chat with them, I'll take you to them, but I won't be able to stay with you while you're chatting with them. I have work to do today. Do you want to go see them?" Edward smiles, "Of course. Where do they live?" Reynard gets undressed again, and again becomes a unicorn. \*Get on and hold on tight.\* Edward climbs on and holds unto Reynard's mane tightly. Reynard tears off like a shot deeply into the woods and continues for about two hours. He stops and turns North for another thirty minutes. Reynard emerges from the woods at a hillside, where a door is imbedded into the side of the hill. Reynard pounds on the door with a hoof, then waits. After a few minutes, the door swings open to reveal another male unicorn. Reynard quietly mentally speaks to the unicorn, and nods up at Edward. The Reynard says, \*Okay, Edward, this unicorn's name is Carvell. He is mated to a unicorn named Todd. They will both chat with you for awhile, and later, make sure you get back to Basil's cottage. They don't like traveling at night, so if your chat extends into the late hours, then you'll have to spend the night.\* Edward slides off of Reynard, and watches Reynard bolt off back into the woods. He turns to Carvell and smiles, "Hello, I am Edward Brookes." The unicorn quietly says, \*Please come in.\* The unicorn leads Edward deeply inside the home inside the hill, down several tunnels and finally into a rather large cozy looking burrow. Within, Edward sees another male unicorn licking himself. \*That is my mate Todd. Todd? This is the human Basil chose, his name is Edward Brookes.\* Todd gets up slowly and minces over to Edward and nuzzles his cheek and licks Edward's lips slowly, \*Hi there. I'm Todd. Give me a hug.\* Edward wanting the chat to go well, does as he is asked and hugs Todd gently... Todd smiles and glances at his mate with a wink, \*Carvell? Why don't you head up to the kitchen and prepare us all a little something, please.\* As Carvell heads off obediently, Todd sits back down, and looks up to Edward, \*Please have seat near my lap.\* Edward again does as he is told, and sits touching Todd's sheath. "How's this, Todd?" Todd smiles again, \*Perfect. Please make yourself more comfortable.\* Edward asks, "What do you mean by 'more comfortable'?" Todd continues to smile, \*It must be warm with all those clothes on for you. If you take them off, you will become more comfortable, I promise you.\* Edward blinks! "You're being pretty forward about it, aren't you? I thought Carvell was your mate. The way you're acting though, it's like you mate with whoever is unfortunate enough to enter your lair." Todd nuzzles Edward's cheek gently, \*Carvell is but one of my many MANY mates. Carvell told me you wanted to chat with me, and as I never have more than one male in the room with me at any given time, I released Carvell so I could spend some time with you, Edward. So please, may I see what you look like unclothed?\* Edward stands up slowly, "I came to ask you about how you felt about being in the herd, and about your life as a unicorn, but I get the feeling I've placed myself into a situation with a horny sex craved unicorn..." Todd chuckles a little, and smiles again, \*I've been called worse, I can assure you... In fact that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.\* Todd pokes his horn into Edward's shirt, and tears it right off of him... \*If you remove your own clothes, then you'll have something to put back on when we're finished...\* Edward looks at his shredded shirt on the floor of the burrow, and then looks at Todd, "Has any unicorn ever denied you what you lusted after?" Todd laughs quietly, \*No, I always get what I want... One way or another...\* Todd tears through Edward's leather belt as it bursts off his body in two pieces on the floor. Todd looks at Edward expectantly... Edward just looks back at Todd. "Please don't do this. I only came to chat about the herd, unicorns, and the ceremony. I didn't come to pleasure you." Todd drops his smile as he shreds Edward's boots and pants right off his body... Edward stands there in his underwear, the bulge obviously betraying his feelings... Todd shreds the underwear to pieces, and looks fully upon Edward's nude body. \*I wish you would've just cooperated instead of how I had to do this... Now you have no clothes at all, and we can't let you run around the woods naked... Come to me and let me pleasure you properly, Edward. I promise you that you will not be hurt. What I do to you, you may do to me in return. Please?\* Edward sighs sadly and resigns himself to laying down with the horny lusty sex craved unicorn. Todd slowly mounts up upon Edward's nude form, and pokes his cock tip into Edward's hole, and starts to slowly push his shaft deeply within. Edward eyes open wide and he moans loudly from the pain of Todd's largeness within him... Todd fornicates Edward repeatedly, until Edward passes out from the pain. The next time Edward awakens, he is pinned to the spot with Todd atop him still, humping slowly upon him, \*Good, you're awake. I'm ready to answer all your questions now... If you don't think you can talk, then mentally think your questions, and I will hear them, and answer them...\* Edward's throat is dryer than he thought, so he begins to mentally think his questions, \*How long was I out?\* Todd mentally responds, \*About seven hours.\* Edward mentally asks, \*Did you, um, fornicate me the whole time?\* Todd smiles, and mentally responds, \*Of course. You are a better mate than Carvell is.\* Edward can't help but to smile at that obvious compliment as he thinks, \*Am I really that acceptable for you?\* Todd smiles, and mentally responds, \*The best I've ever had, and hope you continue to perform for me nightly.\* Edward realizes he's not asking the questions he came to ask, and gets back on the subject, \*What is it like as a herd member in your own opinion?\* Todd thinks a moment, then smiles, \*The ability to have any mate I choose to have with no questions asked. But I'd sacrifice the whole herd to have you, Edward, as you are right now.\* Edward again smiles at Todd's compliment, and thinks, \*Thank you, Todd, I like you too.\* Todd smiles, and mentally responds, \*I think I love you, Edward.\* Edward concentrates on his predetermined questions, at the same time trying to quell his own horny desires, and he asks, \*Other than having mates, what does it mean, for you personally, to be a unicorn?\* Todd thinks a moment, then again smiles, \*True freedom of spirit, love, and friendship. In which I feel all three for you, Edward.\* Edward smiles, enjoying the compliments. he presses onwards with the next question, \*I think I already know your answer on this one, but do you prefer new potential mates after they'd been initiated in the ceremony?\* Todd smiles and chuckles, \*Of course not. Like I said, I like you as you are right now. But if you became a unicorn, I'd still vouch for you as my mate, although I'd rather have you as a human.\* Edward smiles, and thinks, \*That's what I thought you'd say.\* Todd smiles and kisses Edward's neck again... \*Any other questions?\* Edward thinks with a smile, \*No. You've been very helpful.\* Todd smiles and humps into Edward some more, \*Then it's my turn to ask you some questions. Do you mind?\* Edward smiles, \*Not at all, go right ahead.\* His cock hard and dripping pre from the activity, and his own lusty desire driving him almost into distraction. Never before had he felt such pleasure from any single being. Todd smiles and mentally asks, \*If I were to keep you safe from the others, allowing you to remain human, would you willingly stay with me for the rest of your life?\* Edward smiles, \*Only if the forest lord didn't get upset with you.\* Todd smiles, \*Good answer, Edward. Here's the next question... Would you accept me as your mate, if I were to obey your every whim?\* Edward mentally almost says 'no', but thinks for a while on that... \*If you obeyed my every whim, then you wouldn't have your freedom anymore, so I'd have to accept you as a mate only if your freedom was guaranteed.\* Todd smiles again, \*Do you love me as much as I love you? Are you as horny as I am right now? Would you like to fornicate me deeply?\* Edward and Todd fondle and fornicate some more many more hours, and late into the night. They kiss each other deeply and fill each other fully. When the morning arrives, Todd and Edward go to another chamber and bathe thoroughly. When the bath is finished, Carvell shows up with some clean clothes, and boots. Edward dries off and gets dressed. He turns to Todd and kisses him on the muzzle deeply, "Can I see you again, Todd? I mean, I'd really like to..." Todd smiles, \*Of course. Come back anytime, Edward, you are always welcome here. No matter what shape you end up wearing. Just come on by, and Carvell and I will welcome you in.\* Edward smiles and hugs Todd again, "I love you." Edward and Carvell head out the front door. Carvell smiles, \*Thank you, Edward, you've made Todd very happy. Climb on my back, and I'll take you back to Basil's cottage. Or you may choose to stay here. You'd be welcome to stay here. We have many rooms.\* Edward smiles and climbs up on Carvell's back, and hangs unto the unicorn's mane tightly, "I am pleased you want me to stay, but I promised Basil and the forest lord I would be back." Carvell nods and tears through the woods and soon, arrives at Basil's cottage backdoor. Edward gets off and hugs Carvell, before Carvell vanishes into the woods. Edward opens the back door and walks in. Within the bedroom, Basil is gone, as usual, but the forest lord is here. He looks at Edward and sniffs him a bit, then smiles. \*\*YOU'VE BEEN WITH CARVELL AND TODD. THAT IS SURPRISING, SEEING AS HOW LUSTY TODD CAN BE, AT TIMES. DID YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY WITH THEM?\*\* Edward smiles, "They were both very helpful in answering my inquiries and were good hosts to me. In fact, I'd like to go back and see Todd again, if that's okay with you..." \*\*IF THAT IS YOUR DESIRE, THEN YOU MAY STAY WITH TODD AND CARVELL AS LONG AS YOU WISH. BUT I MUST KNOW NOW, HAVE YOU FOUND OUT ALL YOU SOUGHT FROM THE OTHER UNICORNS YOU'VE SPOKEN TO?\*\* Edward gets a little quiet, then says, "I was hoping I could talk to you privately, um, sir..." \*\*VERY WELL.\*\* And with that, the forest lord and Edward are elsewhere, in an unusual clearing in the center of the Dabenshire Woods. \*\*THIS SHOULD BE PRIVATE ENOUGH, UNTIL THE SUN SETS, THAT IS... WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW?\*\* Edward looks around the odd clearing, and without thinking asks, "Is this clearing what I think it is?" \*\*YES, IT IS. THIS IS THE CEREMONY CLEARING WE OCCUPY ONCE A YEAR.\*\* Edward gulps a little, then turns to the large unicorn forest lord, "What does it mean for you to have a new person join your herd?" \*\*FOR ME, IT IS A RENEWAL OF THE HERD'S LIFE SUSTAINING ESSENCE, AND AN INCREASE IN THE EFFECTIVENESS OF THE TRANSFORMATION SPELL WE USE TO BECOME HUMAN AT WILL. FOR THE JOINER, I IMAGINE IT IS A CHANGE NOT ONLY OF BODY BUT OF HIS FREEDOM OF SPIRIT IN THE FAMILY WE CALL THE HERD.\*\* Edward blinks a bit, impressed by the forest lord's answer. He nods cautiously, and proceeds to the next question, "Do you, yourself, ever regret being a unicorn?" The forest lord blinks a bit at that question, then thinks a long time, before looking directly at Edward, and replying, \*\*REGRET? I THINK THERE MAY HAVE BEEN FLEETING TIMES I HAVE REGRETTED CHANGING PEOPLE INTO UNICORNS IN THE MIDDLE AGES, BUT A LOT OF THEM ASKED TO JOIN THE HERD. LIKE TODD, CARVELL, AND BASIL. BUT REGRETTING BEING A UNICORN? ONLY DURING THOSE TIMES WHEN PEOPLE DECIDED NOT TO JOIN THE HERD.\*\* Edward sighs, and says, "Gee, I'm sorry I made you remember then..." \*\*I FORGIVE YOU.\*\* Edward thinks a moment, the looks to the forest lord, "If I volunteered to go through with the ceremony willingly, would I still be knocked unconscious?" \*\*NOT LIKELY. IF YOU WERE WILLING TO GO THROUGH WITH ALL OF THIS, THEN I'D MAKE SURE YOUR TRANSITION WAS AS SMOOTH AS POSSIBLE. YOU HAVE MY WORD ON IT.\*\* Edward asks, "Does it hurt undergoing the first change?" \*\*ONLY A LITTLE, BUT THE SEXUAL INTERACTION IS USUALLY ENOUGH TO DISTRACT YOUR MIND FROM THE PAIN THAT ACCOMPANIES THE FIRST TRANSFORMATION. AND YES, I TOO, GET TO HAVE PLEASURE WITH YOU.\*\* Edward replies thoughtfully, "So I attend an orgy of gay unicorns, participate with them as I transform into a unicorn, and enjoy myself afterwards as a member of the herd. Is that right?" \*\*THAT IS A VERY BLUNT WAY TO PUT IT, EDWARD, BUT FOR THE MOST PART, IT IS VERY TRUE. I APOLOGIZE FOR INVOLVING YOU IN OUR EXPANSION CEREMONY, BUT YOU MET AND SURPASSED EVERY QUALIFICATION THAT OUR HERD REQUIRES OF A NEW POTENTIAL HERD MATE. YOU WILL STILL BE HUMAN, THOUGH YOU WILL ALSO BE ONE OF US. YOUR GREATEST BENEFIT IS THE CHOICE YOU'LL HAVE OF WHICH OTHER UNICORNS YOU WILL LIVE WITH.\*\* Edward stands there and looks around randomly allowing this information to sink in. He runs a hand through his brown hair, and is quiet a long time as he thinks... The forest lord slowly walks over and nuzzles Edward's shoulder from behind. Edward slowly glances up into the forest lord's amber eyes, as the forest lord says, \*\*IF YOU'D RATHER RETURN TO THE UNITED STATES, IT'S NOT TOO LATE. WE CAN HAVE REYNARD GET YOU A PLANE TICKET AND A PASSPORT, AND HAVE YOU RETURNED TO YOUR HOME IN NO TIME. YOU COULD BE BACK HOME IN UNDER THREE HOURS, BUT THINK OF WHAT YOU'LL BE MISSING. WE ALL LIKE YOU, AND WE WANT YOU TO STAY. BUT WE CAN'T FORCE YOU TO STAY... IT IS YOUR CHOICE. PLEASE EDWARD... THE LARGER THE HERD, THE GREATER THE DISTANCE WE CAN TRAVEL AWAY FROM ENGLAND. WE WANT YOU TO JOIN US.\*\* Edward looks up at the forest lord, "You'd let me leave? Really? Oh... I thought you were going to prevent me from leaving no matter what... Everyone kept saying how dangerous it was to be caught alone with the forest lord." The forest lord smiles. He looks bemused; very much so. \*\*REALLY? I WONDER WHY? I HAVE NEVER REALLY EVER ENFORCED ANY ONE TO DO SOMETHING THEY'VE NOT WANTED TO DO. I FIND THIS INFORMATION... MISPLACED.\*\* Edward looks fully upon the forest lord, now checking him out entirely for the first time. He notices that this large unicorn is very handsome and really built well... Every part of him is very clean... The forest lord says, \*\*IN THE FEW TIMES YOU'VE SEEN AND SPOKEN TO ME, HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING THAT WOULD HARM YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM?\*\* Edward blinks a little, then honestly says, "No, you've always been open and honest about everything. You've never done anything that would place me in harm's way, or cause me pain." Edward thinks for a while longer looking at himself and the forest lord. Suddenly, he arches an eyebrow and asks, "What exactly is the long term goal for you and the herd? To be able to expand out into other parts of the world? Or to be free in another way?" The forest lord too arches an eye. \*\*I THINK I TOLD YOU THAT WE WANT TO BE ABLE TO TRAVEL TO OTHER PLACES, RATHER THEN BE STUCK HERE IN ENGLAND IN THIS FOREST... WHY DO YOU ASK? DID SOMETHING UNUSUAL COME TO YOUR MIND JUST NOW?\*\* Edward sorta smiles and replies, "Something like that... What 'exactly' was the original magic's effects when it was first cast back in the middle ages? The exact wording, if possible..." The forest lord looks skywards for a moment, then looks directly at Edward and recites, \*\*AS LONG AS DABENSHIRE WOODS STANDS AND AS LONG AS A UNICORN RESIDES WITHIN DABENSHIRE WOODS, SHALL THIS MAGIC BE MADE TRUE. IF A UNICORN IS AWAY FROM DABENSHIRE WOODS FOR LONGER THAN TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS, HE SHALL BECOME ILL AND LOSE HIS ABILITY TO RESIST THE MAIDEN'S CHARMS.\*\* The forest lord thinks a moment, then nods his head affirmatively, \*\*YES, THAT IS THE EXACT WORDING. I AM SURE OF IT. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?\*\* Edward smiles and looks around the area for a moment... "What if I were able to set it up so you could leave England anytime you wanted and not suffer any ill effects for doing so?" The forest lord blinks! \*\*IS THAT POSSIBLE?\*\* Edward smiles again, "I strongly believe it is. But I'll need Reynard's help and a map of key areas around the world. Are you willing to try my idea?" \*\*OF COURSE! WE UNICORNS HAVE BEEN TRYING TO THINK OF A WAY TO BE ABLE TO TRAVEL WITHOUT THE ILL EFFECTS FOR AGES AND IF YOU HAVE THE SOLUTION, AND IT WORKS, THEN EVERY UNICORN WILL BE GREATFUL TO YOU. HANG ON WHILE I TAKE US TO REYNARD'S DEN.\*\* And the forest lord teleports both he and Edward directly into Reynard Spalding's inner den! Reynard about jumps out of his pants when the two arrive in the den unannounced. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" Then he sees the forest lord, and goes all humble, "Um, greetings, sir. How may I help thee this fine day?" \*\*EDWARD HAS AN IDEA ON HOW TO BEAT THE SECLUSION PROBLEM WE UNICORNS SEEM TO BE CURSED WITH.\*\* Reynard looks at Edward and shakes his head slowly saying, "Edward... You better hope this idea works, cause if it doesn't, you will not only be a unicorn for the rest of your life but you'll be stuck here with us as well... And we can say 'I told you so' a great many times longer than you think we can... Let's hear it." Edward smiles, "Reynard, pull up a map of the world on your computer and then, start pulling up forests for sale around the world... Preferably, forests away from major urban areas..." Reynard does as he is told and starts pulling forth the information. Edward becomes quite happy when he sees four privately owned forests in the United States for sale... Reynard then asks, "Now what?" Edward says, "This is a long shot but buy up the privately owned forests in the United States as well as any other 'key' forests around the world that unicorns would want to travel to... Then, we transplant at least one tree from the original Dabenshire Woods into each of those forests and change the name of every forest to Dabenshire Woods. Once that is done, we construct an area in each of those forests to match the ceremony clearing that's in this forest. Then, the forest lord sets up a powerful teleport magic between each of the forests through the ceremony clearings. And... TADA!!! Suddenly the unicorns can travel anywhere in the world and still remain safe from the ill magic effects." Reynard and the forest lord look at each other wide-eyed. Reynard asks, "Is that possible, sir?" The forest lord replies, \*\*I DON'T SEE WHY IT SHOULDN'T WORK. THE ORIGINAL MAGIC -DOES- SAY THAT WE HAVE TO REMAIN IN DABENSHIRE WOODS BUT DOES NOT GIVE SPECIFICS IN THE EVENT THAT THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN ONE FOREST CALLED DABENSHIRE WOODS. SO I SAY, LET'S TRY IT. WE HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE.\*\* Reynard nods to the forest lord and begins buying the forests around the world and going through the legal processes of changing each forest's name to 'Dabenshire Woods'... Within five to six hours, the afternoon hours arrive and Reynard sits back and released a sigh of relief. "We now own seventy-seven forests around the world, and they will all be legally named Dabenshire Woods within a few months or so. What's the next part? Transplanting seventy-seven trees, one to each forest? AND duplicating the ceremony clearing in each of the seventy-seven forests?" That's going to take awhile..." He laughs, "But I guess we're half-way there..." The next few months is spent transplanting British Dabenshire trees to each of the forests around the world. Edward, the forest lord, and several others, pitched in on this teleportation effort. While the unicorns are transplanting the trees, the forest lord locates the center of each forest and magically duplicates the ceremony clearing, complete with the teleportation magic, from the original Dabenshire Woods. They finally finish that part of the task just as the sun sets in England. The forest lord, Edward, and all of the unicorns, are gathered at the original ceremony clearing. The forest lord then designates the teleportation ground within the clearing and links up the magics from around the world. \*\*WITH THIS LINK, I EXPAND THE DABENSHIRE WOODS, WORLDWIDE. MAY THE MAGICS THAT KEEP US SAFE FROM ILL EFFECTS EXTEND AS WELL INTO EACH OF THE OTHER PARTS OF THE DABENSHIRE WOODS, WORLDWIDE.\*\* The forest lord's horn brightens as he places the magic on the final link. \*\*IT IS DONE. WE WILL KNOW IN A MOMENT IF THIS EFFORT HAS PAID OFF.\*\* Everyone stands around very still and very quiet. Then, a snowy white owl flies in and lands in the clearing. A glow surrounds the owl, and it slowly transforms into a tall robed sagely looking male human. "Greetings, Lord Unicorn." \*\*GREETINGS, MASTER MERLIN.\*\* "This is indeed a bold plan, Lord Unicorn. Do you want me to test it?" \*\*WE WOULD VERY MUCH SO APPRECIATE IT, MASTER MERLIN.\*\* Merlin waves his staff over the teleportation ground nexus and then looks to the trees, "Oh great spirits of the Earth. These unicorns have long sought out a working solution to their problem and this time they believe this will be it. Show us your judgment on whether or not this plan will succeed. We humbly ask for your guidance." A wind kicked up suddenly and it seems as if the trees came alive. They sway, turn, and shake, as they contact the other seventy-seven forests around the world... Then, as suddenly as it began, the wind ceases and the trees return to normal. Merlin looks to the trees and listens extremely carefully... Several minutes passed... Then Merlin turns to the forest lord and says, "The Dabenshire Tree Spirits have given you their blessings and sanctify your efforts worldwide. But be warned, the magic for each of the forests around the world is now the same for this forest, even though they are in different parts of the world. As long as you use the teleportation nexus within each of the forest clearings, you may travel to any of the forests around the world and remain healthy." \*\*MANY THANKS, MASTER MERLIN. MANY THANKS, GREAT TREE SPIRITS. WE SHALL NOT FORGET THIS KINDNESS.\*\* Merlin straightens up and taps his staff on the ground three times. He rapidly transforms back into a snowy owl and flies out into the night without another word. The unicorns all cheer and it appears that everyone is happy. The forest lord turns to Edward and says, \*\*YOUR PLAN HAS WORKED. WE HAVE THE BLESSINGS OF THE TREE SPIRITS AROUND THE WORLD. BUT NOW, YOU MUST DECIDE: DO YOU JOIN OUR HERD OR RETURN HOME? YOU MUST CHOOSE NOW AND LIVE WITH WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE.\*\* Edward's asks only one question: "IF I choose not to join the herd, may I still visit the herd whenever I like?" The forest lord looks around to all of the unicorns. Everyone's answer seemed to be the same. The forest lord says to Edward, \*\*THE HERD AND I AGREE ON THIS. IF YOU CHOOSE TO RETURN HOME, YOU MAY VISIT US WHENEVER YOU LIKE. YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A HOME AMONG OUR KIND.\*\* Edward nods and turns to all of the unicorns, "I thank all of you for the kind words and my choice for freedom. I will join the herd and become one of you. I make this decision on the reasoning that you would allow me to return even if I did not join the herd." Edward removes all of his clothing and stands nude before the unicorns and the forest lord. "I am ready. Make me one of you." The process that followed, of course, was the mating between every unicorn and Edward. And yes, even the forest lord participated in this sexual ritual. And because there were so many unicorns, gathered there for that event, it literally took all night to transform Edward into a unicorn. The last unicorn to have pleasure with Edward was the forest lord. He turned out to be much gentler than Edward assumed he would be and when the rays of the morning light shone down upon the clearing, the forest lord stood next to his new son, Edward Brookes, Prince of the Herd. Or more correctly, Prince for a year, until the next new herd member was selected. Edward and the forest lord then entered the woods. Edward wound up his tale, saying, "...and after my year of being the Prince of the Herd ended, I quickly found work as a professional freelance Internet financial advisor. And I am doing quite well too." He yawned. "I need to get some shut eye. Can I use your tent, Valerian?" Valerian nodded and escorted Edward into his tent and closed the tent flap. That evening, Valerian and Edward emerged from the tent and headed deeper into the woods where they met up with Reynard. Afterwards, the three spent several hours chatting on a vast and wide range of topics and discussed various magics and spells. Then, Edward and Reynard recited the Latin phrase and changed into unicorns right before Valerian's eyes. Valerian memorized the Latin phrase spell without speaking it into his magical mental knowledge library. Reynard gave Valerian a ride through the woods, then finally back to camp. Andros and Felix also got unicorn rides that night, as well, then the five gathered together, in the camp, talking and playing games. The weekend passed quickly, then it was time for Valerian, Andros and Felix to return to the citadel. Edward and Reynard said their goodbyes and invited Valerian and his friends back whenever they would like to visit again. Valerian drove his friends home to the mystic citadel. Reynard and Edward watched their new friends return to the citadel in the seclusion of their hiding place. Reynard smiled and exclaimed, "I seriously hope we get to play with those guys again someday! I loved playing with them!" Edward nodded his unicorn head. "It is a small world, so perhaps we will. Perhaps we will." The two unicorns turned and vanished into the Dabenshire Woods... Back at the Mystic Citadel, Felix drew Valerian aside and asked him a question that had been on his mind for a while. "Do you think that dirty story was really how it happened, Valerian? I mean, those unicorns were pretty graphic in their telling of the events and seemed to take great pleasure in telling it in that particular way." Valerian chuckled. "I would imagine that the true story was very dull and non-exciting and they really wanted to impress us with a telling that was equal to a classic tale. And we were all drinking a bit that night, so perhaps the telling was partly induced by a drunken stupor. It really must be lonely to be a unicorn, Felix. And they chose us as friends." Felix smiled. "I liked them, too." And he headed off to find Andros. Valerian then turned and walked out on the balcony, where he saw the Forest Lord at the edge of the yard, giving a smile and a wink as he turned flicking his tail and sauntered off into the woods. \*\*End of Episode One - Dancing with Unicorns Stay tuned for Episode Two - Mark of the Moon\*\*

Anonymous Sex by agius

Another story! My attempt at writing vanilla. This contains relations between a fox (adult) and a wolf (adult). It contains depictions of homosexual relations and blatant promiscuity. If these things offend you, please do not read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy. As always, comments, ratings, and

https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51479-anonymous-sex

Another story! My attempt at writing vanilla. This contains relations between a fox (adult) and a wolf (adult). It contains depictions of homosexual relations and blatant promiscuity. If these things offend you, please do not read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy. As always, comments, ratings, and feedback are appreciated. --- The fox knocked on the red door to the apartment, tension tightening his limbs. He almost left right there, but for the excitement that had drawn him to this particular course of action in the first place. He needed this - needed something, at least, even if a relationship seemed impossible. 30 seconds passed like a thousand years. He imagined an hourglass dripping molasses instead of sand. Finally, the wolf opened the door. He didn't wear a shirt - just a pair of faded black jeans. His muscles defined the toned physique of a runner, not the hideous bulk of a bodybuilder (as the fox feared somewhat from the wolf's posting). A few inches taller than the fox, the wolf made quite an attractive figure - especially his fierce green eyes. He looked the fox up and down, making the shorter male squirm and blush a bit. The fox wore a pair of tight jeans and a loose pink Oxford shirt, and some distinctive shoes. Was that the right attire for this sort of occasion? "You look good," the wolf said approvingly, in a gentle tone of voice. Apparently, the dress was right. "Come on in." The fox pattered in as the wolf moved aside and closed the door. The living room was quite nice - simple, but refined. A few plants, some modern-looking wood furniture, soft lighting that bespoke a certain calmness. "Um, hi, mister, ah..." The fox said sheepishly. "Three rules," the wolf said, holding up three fingers to emphasize his point. "First, I don't wanna know your name. Second: we meet out on the street, I don't know you. Third, we will damn well use protection. Sound good?" The fox blushed furiously, tension winding him up like a spring. "Yeah, that sounds good. Sorry... I just... I've never done this before." The wolf smiled in a predatory manner. "I guessed - you sounded pretty awkward on line. Glad to see the pictures weren't fake, though. You're just as cute as you made yourself out to be." The fox blushed even more. He had never said he was cute - he kinda knew it, but still, that wasn't something you should brag about. He wasn't toned, like the wolf - he didn't even work out. He just never really got chubby, was all. "Heehee - uh, thanks. You're really pretty, too," The fox responded, taking in another eyeful. The wolf's pecs just begged to be stroked and touched, and he wasn't wearing shoes or socks, either. Something about wearing only a pair of jeans was very alluring. The wolf nodded and smiled as if he expected as much. Maybe working out for his looks gave him that kind of confidence. "Well, let's get back to the bedroom, then, eh?" the wolf asked casually. The wolf strode over and placed a hand at the small of the fox's back, just above the shorter male's tail, and urged him back through the apartment's short hallway, rubbing just a bit. It felt like electricity was actually shocking the fox at the wolf's insistent touch, and the fox felt his jeans get tight as he marched obediently back through the wolf's home. The bedroom bespoke the same comfortable simplicity as the living room - the bed was made out with soft, off-white fleece that the fox couldn't wait to feel underneath him. Simple shelves with a few photos of the wolf and various other people were about the only decorations - a little abstract art and designs adorned the walls. The master bathroom gleaned from the left, and the windows to the right remained open to the third-story view of the streets nearby. As they entered the room, the wolf closed the door behind them, then grabbed the fox about the waist, not losing a moment. He drew the fox back to him, pressing the shorter creature close against his nude upper half. The fox meeped in surprise as the wolf's other hand came around the fox's chest, enfolding him in a tight hug that soon mixed with fondling of his tight chest. The wolf's left hand held the fox in place just above the fox's stiff cock, making sure the fox could feel the tightness of the wolf's pants behind him. The wolf's right hand explored the fox's chest, playing with his nipples a bit. The wolf leaned down into the fox a bit and whispered into the big, red-furred ears: "Are you ready for me to fuck your brains out?" The fox could only make a shallow mmmph! in response. Fire coursed through his body as the wolf stroked and caressed him - a mere tweak of his nipple set off a chain reaction of bliss that spread down to the base of his tail. His jeans strained, and he could feel a light wetness in his briefs - already leaking! Damn, he needed this. "I think you're ready," the wolf said, simultaneously gripping the fox's cock with his left hand and nibbling the fox's left ear. The fox let out a pleased moan as the tension, the need coiled tighter within him. The wolf began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time as he nibbled on the fox's ear, slowly rolling the sensitive skin between his sharp canine teeth. The feeling was electrifying, and sent shivers down the aroused fox's spine to collect in the wolf's left paw. The shirt unbuttoned, the wolf took one last nibble and deftly slipped off the button which held the fox's jeans on, despite all the adversity it received from within. The fox drew in his breath as the wolf took a step back and peeled the fine shirt off of him. The fox lowered his arms as the shirt retracted, its sleeves folding inside-out as the wolf pried it from him. The first breath of the temperate night air washed across the fox's naked chest, tickling his fur a bit and ratcheting his excitement up one more notch. He was hard as a rail, and the zipper began to slide down the jeans as the unbuttoned clothing no longer resisted the push of his 7" member. As the shirt hit the floor, the wolf spun the fox around by the shoulder so they faced one another. Their gazes met for a brief moment, and the fox glimpsed in those green eyes the wolf's hunger, his desire, his burning need. The fox imagined much the same reflected in his own eyes. Their longing look could not have lasted a second before the wolf yanked the fox forward into a fierce kiss. Their muzzles touched, their lips locking in an airtight seal. Their lips pressed together, moving against each other with ferocious intensity spurred on by their need. The fox felt the kiss rush through him with tremendous heat, scorching his nerves into such excitement as they had not seen in... well, never mind. Just as the wolf began to thrust his tongue into the fox's mouth, their waists touched, the fox's iron-hard member meeting a similarly-shaped rod between the wolf's legs. The wolf embraced the fox again, drawing the fox entirely against his silky-furred torso and pressing their waists together. The fox could feel his cock sticking out of his jeans, rubbing against the wolf's member (which wasn't quite as hard, but wasn't soft by any means) right through the wolf's faded jeans. With few options, the fox raised his arms to return the wolf's strong embrace as they kissed. The wolf's tongue slid into the fox's mouth, and the fox gleefully lapped at the intruder, pressing his lips in with dire need. The fox felt more precum leaking out of his member, wetting further the briefs he wore, but he sensed they wouldn't be on much longer. Lightning tore through him from the kiss as the wolf entangled their tongues, licking the inside of the fox's mouth and pressing the kiss even harder. Their hug tightened, and their cocks pressed harder against one another and the kiss drew on, and the fox felt excitement and pleasure rage within him. Finally, the wolf pulled back, separating their lips and opening his eyes to take another look at the shorter fur. He released their hug, taking a small step back to appreciate the red-furred beauty. The fox's jeans coiled around his legs now, and the briefs showed a stain on top of a most revealing tent shape. The shorter fur's eyes opened, and he nearly whined with need and desire. "Alright, then," the wolf said, sighing with delight. "Let's get you settled." With that, he shoved the fox backwards. Between the jeans and the low-lying obstacle behind him, the fox couldn't take even a step back to steady himself, and pitched backwards - into the bed. He hit the soft fleece covers with a light whoomf! The wolf licked his lips and leaned down. "Scootch back, would ya? Time for you to get naked." "Mm-hmm!" The fox agreed as he inched his way back onto the bed until only his legs were hanging off. As he did the wolf stripped off his shoes - pretty red things entirely unnecessary for the rest of the evening. Once the fox was situated, the wolf removed the fox's socks and the coiled-up jeans as well, leaving only the briefs on the red fur. The wolf licked his lips and nearly tore them off, dragging them violently down the fox's slim, silky legs and off to join the rest of the fox's clothes on the bedroom floor. The fox's seven-inch member stood at sharp attention to greet the wolf. The fox drew his legs in to lie at an angle on the bed, in a pose he imagined looked sexy. His big, furry paws rubbed comfortably against the fabric of the bed covers, his long, luscious legs exposed to the cool air of the evening. The fox leaned back on his waist, feeling the cool fabric on his naked butt and fuzzy tail, and motioned for the wolf to join him on the bed. The fox couldn't even feel the night air, for the heat pounding in his body. The wolf leaned down over the end of the bed, putting one furry hand on the fox's chest as his head moved towards that stiff fox member. The fox drew in a breath as the wolf leaned down between his legs and licked slowly from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. The fox shuddered as a torrent of pleasure rushed from the wolf's lapping tongue through the rest of his body, right out to the end of his tail. More pre leaked out of the fox, which the wolf licked up with a few short laps. The fox spread his legs across the bed in submission and moaned in pleasure as the wolf ran his tongue back down the wet, black penis, taking a moment to lap quietly at the fox's balls while at the base. He licked back up, running his tongue slowly across the fox's tip and sending another shock wave of hot pleasure through the needy fox. Finally, the wolf opened wide, and the fox could feel the hot breath running over his sensitive organ. The wolf closed his eyes and lowered his head, gently taking the fox's member into his mouth. "Oh, god yes!" the fox moaned as the wolf encased his member within the wolf's warm, moist lips. The wolf went all the way down, running those hot lips over the full length of the fox's penis. The wolf rubbed his tongue along the fox's cock a moment, the same way he had during their intense kiss, before pulling his head back up and drawing the tight seal of his mouth across the fox's sensitive organ once more. The fox felt the wolf let up with the tip still inside, and couldn't help but thrust a little, trying to get the wolf to move faster. The wolf responded by lapping quickly across the fox's tip and sucking the pre off of it. He went down again, and up, allowing the heat to radiate out through the fox's body as the red-furred creature moaned and gripped the bed covers. Down and up, down and up the wolf went, sucking hard on the fox's hard, dripping cock. Faster and faster, as the fox felt a solid ball of fiery pleasure build within his loins - he was getting close. The fox arched his back and moaned helplessly as the wolf sucked him off. Then the wolf slowed down, licking a bit here and there, first at the tip, then at the base of the fox's shaft, keeping him close, but not too close. Then, slowly, the wolf drew his moist lips up the fox's cock, licked the tip one more time, and pulled off. The fox opened his eyes again, and let his back relax onto the bed. He looked over at the wolf, who smiled up at him, and noticed a slight darkening around the waist area of the wolf's jeans - the wolf was leaking, too! "That was amazing..." the fox whispered, just loud enough that the wolf could hear him. "Just you wait," the wolf replied, licking his lips and smiling that predatory smile. The wolf waltzed over to the nightstand next to the bed, opened the drawer and took out a small bottle of clear fluid - lube. He also took out a small plastic package, which he set on the bed next to one of the fox's foot paws. The wolf walked back to the end of the bed and slipped out of his jeans, revealing that he hadn't been wearing underwear, and that he had a stiff black 10" member that leaked precum all the way down to the knot. The wolf squirted some lube onto his left hand, and coated his index finger with it. The wolf's tail wagged as he smiled, and knelt on the bed in front of the fox. He lifted the fox's left leg with his right hand, and the fox got the idea to lift the other leg, and soon they both rested on the wolf's shoulders. The fox had settled somewhat, but was still hard as a rock, and as he saw what the wolf was about to do, he leaked a few more drops of pre, this time caught only by the fur at the base of his cock. The wolf gripped the fox's left leg, and rubbed gently along the fox's thigh as the wolf's other paw slid slowly to the fox's tailhole. He teased gently for a moment, coating the edge of the fox's anus with lube which was cold at first, but heated with the wolf's touch. He rubbed around the edge of the fox's ring gently, causing the fox to whimper and close his eyes. The fox let the feelings rush through him as the wolf teased the edge of his hole, and felt a jolt of lightning as the wolf pushed a finger in. The wolf rubbed the finger slowly up and down the fox's insides, coating it with lube. The wolf pushed in all the way, until the fox could feel the wolf's hand pressing against his hole. The fox moaned in pleasure. "You like that?" The wolf asked, teasing. The fox felt the wolf twiddle his finger about, rubbing lube around every part it could reach inside him, then slowly pull out almost completely. The wolf pushed the finger in again once, twice, then pulled it out, causing the fox to whimper again. The fox then felt something larger - two fingers this time. Well lubed, the fox felt no pain as the fingers began to stretch his hole open a bit, and loved the pressure of the warm appendages filling him up inside. The wolf twitched his fingers inside the fox, as motioning for someone to come over, and the fox felt a special rush of pleasure roll through his body, from his head on the pillows to his foot paws up on the fox's nude body. In and out, in and out, the wolf plowed his hand into the wolf, each time making that twitch to hit the fox's spot and sending another wave through the red-furred creature. Finally, the wolf pulled his fingers out, and the fox whimpered a bit as he felt three fingers press against his tailhole. The wolf pushed in without meeting much resistance, and the fox gripped the bedsheets once again as the warm pressure in his ass caused more pre to leak down his already wet penis. In and out, in and out the wolf pushed those magic fingers, filling the fox up and brushing hard against the fox's sensitive outer ring. Finally, the wolf pulled the three fingers out. "Are you ready?" he asked in a low, shallow breath. The fox opened his eyes and watched the wolf pick up the plastic package next to him - it took a few tries, what with the lube, but the wolf got it open. "Uh-huh!" The fox nodded, tension tighter in him now than ever. He stared at the wolf's big cock as the grey-furred athlete slowly rolled the condom over it, covering up it's thick ten inches with a layer of protection. "Good," the wolf smiled as he squirted more lube onto his cock and rubbed it around with his paw, thoroughly coating its length with the clear goo. The wolf closed his eyes a moment, enjoying the chance to fondle himself, then reached out and grabbed the fox's hips. The wolf looked down, and the fox could only watch as he slowly pushed forward, placing the tip of his cock at the fox's tailhole. The fox gasped - it was so big! As big all the way around as all three of the wolf's fingers, and longer, too. Tension vibrated through him as the moment stretched out - he felt the pressure building on his anus until finally the wolf popped! and penetrated the fox. "Uhhnn!" The fox shouted, gripping the covers for dear life as the wolf stretched him a little more. He felt no pain, but the sheer pleasure of the wolf's dick widening him was almost more than he could handle. The wolf slowly, insistently pushed in, and in and in, and the fox felt every one of the wolf's ten inches sliding inside him. Finally, the wolf hilted, and the fox could feel the end of the wolf's knot pressing against his hole. Would he knot the fox? The fox didn't know if he could take it - it might hurt a lot. No time to think - the wolf began sliding out a little faster than he had entered, until only the tip was still in the shorter fox. The wolf then pushed forward - faster this time, rubbing right past the fox's prostate until he was hilted again. The fox felt completely full in that moment, and the tension that had been building all night ripped through him, releasing into sheer ecstasy as the wolf fucked him. The wolf pulled out and shoved back in, faster, harder. The fox's back arched as his death grip on the bed covers tightened, and the wolf pulled out again. The wolf built a steady rhythm of in and out, grabbing harder and harder at the fox's hips as he moved faster and faster. The fox felt the wolf pushing his entire body forward with each thrust, filling him up over and over, the warmth of that big wold cock ramming through him again and again. They stayed like that for a few moments, the wolf grunting with effort and pushing into the fox, and the fox moaning with pleasure and grasping the bed. The wolf's thrusts got harder and harder, and started rocking the bed beneath them. The fox could feel the knot pressing against his hole, and felt ready for anything. He looked up at the wolf pounding into him, and saw the wolf's eyes closed, the canine tongue hanging out and panting. The wolf thrusted harder, and the fox cried out a little - not quite in pain, but somewhere between that and absolute bliss. The knot slammed into the fox again and again, finally making a little headway inside the fox with each thrust, widening the fox once more and pushing too deep - nearly to the point of hurting. The wolf threw his head back and howled, and with one final slam! into the fox that made the bed hit the wall, embedded his knot into the fox's hole. The howl raged on a breath or two more as the wolf came violently, the pressure on his knot too much to take. The fox joined in with a cry of his own - he felt more than filled - he felt stretched, on the edge of harsh pain, but lost in the bliss of pleasure. The warmth of the wolf spread all through him, the raging heat of his pleasure coursing through the fox's body. The wolf stayed that way a moment, knotted into the fox, breathing heavily as the orgasm rushed through him. Finally, seeming to regain consciousness, the wolf looked down at the fox, still tightly gripping the bed. The fox couldn't quite move - he was so close, and yet he wanted the moment to last forever. The wolf, however, reached down with his right paw and grabbed the fox's penis by the shaft. Smiling, the wolf began quickly jerking off the fox, up and down, up and down, very quickly. The fox felt the rush of pleasure building almost instantly, a hot sun of bliss forming right about at his crotch. The fox threw his head back and moaned as he built to orgasm faster than ever, the wolf's knotted cock stretching him out to the point of ecstasy. The wolf rubbed violently, and the fox felt that sun explode, sending waves of pleasure throughout his whole body, and creamy white semen spewing forth from his cock as the orgasm rushed through him. The fox shot almost all the way to his mouth as the wolf continued pawing him, right up until the cum ceased to flow. The fiery pleasure ripped through the fox, igniting every one of his muscles from the tips of his fingers to the fur on his head, finally subsiding into a hazy bliss. The wolf leaned down, pressing the fox's legs closer to his body, and gave the fox a quick kiss on the lips, which the fox returned wordlessly. The wolf lifted the fox's right leg off his shoulder, and turned to lie on the bed without bringing his knotted cock out. The fox turned a bit so the two could lie sideways on the bed, and the wolf silently slid an arm beneath the fox's warm body. The fox murmured quietly in pleasure as the wolf embraced him, and the two drifted quietly to sleep. \* \* \* The fox got up first, awaking from pleasant dreams to find the wolf still curled around him, but that big, warm cock retreated. The fox slowly, softly extracted himself from the wolf, and managed to avoid waking the larger male. The fox saw the first rays of dawn begin to slide through the window as he slipped on his clothes. Hopefully they could do this again, he thought as he padded quietly out the door. With sex like that, who needed to know names?

Cast Me! Chapter 1 by Res Eden

It was a huge school. East Fur High School stood tall and wide, filled with multiple rooms where students filled their heads with knowledge. At this moment, the hallways were filled with furs heading to their first hour classes. One fur especially stuck out from the crowd. His name was Resplendence

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It was a huge school. East Fur High School stood tall and wide, filled with multiple rooms where students filled their heads with knowledge. At this moment, the hallways were filled with furs heading to their first hour classes. One fur especially stuck out from the crowd. His name was Resplendence Eden, who just recently moved to the city. And, yes, he was a boy. Of course, no one would be able to tell on first look. The fox was born with a natural, light pink fur color. Who would have thought a red fox and a white arctic fox would make a pink one? It was his fur color that made him believe that he was truly a girl. However, as the years went on, he accepted the fact that he was a boy, but he wanted to embrace his inner femininity. He started wearing girls' clothes. His favorite was his tube top and skirt with lacey panties. Luckily for him, he had the body to pull off such attire. He was lithe throughout his body, except for one spot-his ass. Res's ass must have stuck out a good two inches from his body, and he was proud of it. It was the one thing about himself that he really thought made him look like a true girl. Res, because of his looks, was hit on all the time by guys until he told them that he was a boy. Then he was punched and pushed against a wall for dressing like a freak. Anyways, Res was in the crowd walking through the halls to his first hour class which happened to be Orchestra. When he entered the large room, which was located in the third floor performing arts corridor, he noticed that all of the people were snobbish, high-end preps. He lowered his ears, discouraged at the sight. The first day, no one was playing their instruments, so everyone sat down to listen to the teacher. The teacher's name was Mr. Enal, a large Shire stallion with a black coat and long black mane. He was well into his 60's, and was just as "high-end" as the other snobs in the class. He was wearing a suit, and that's when Res noticed that all of the others were wearing either polos and khakis or sleeved dresses. He looked down to his own outfit and giggled to himself, completely uncaring that he was out of dress. "Welcome to Concert Orchestra," Mr. Enal projected to the room, "I am Mr. Enal, your teacher. I am excited to get to know you all. It's nice to see that...most of you are wearing proper clothing." His eyes darted at Res who just smiled back and waved. A few giggles were heard through the room, but Mr. Enal quickly silenced them with his glare. "For the first semester, we will be playing music on our own that I have picked out. The second semester, we will be playing with the Philharmonic Orchestra and play slightly more advanced music," he informed the class. Someone raised their paw, and Mr. Enal called their name. The fur, a squirrel, asked, "What's the Philharmonic Orchestra?" Mr. Enal smiled and said, "Thank you for asking. You are all freshmen, in case you didn't know, coming from different schools. All freshmen orchestral students start in the Concert Orchestra. There are two other orchestras at this school: the Philharmonic Orchestra and the Symphony Orhcestra. At the end of this year, you will perform an audition to be in the Symphony Orchestra. I take twenty-four violins, ten violas, eight cellos, and four basses. Yes, you will be ranked. If you are not in the top number of those groups, you will be in the Philharmonic Orchestra." There were worried mumbles around the group. There were well over twenty people in the Concert Orchestra. And if there were already forty-six in the top orchestra, there weren't going to be a lot of spots even if the seniors graduate. But Res kept smiling, and he could tell it annoyed Mr. Enal. Res was very confident in his cello playing. He knew he wasn't the best, but he was certain he was good enough to make the top orchestra at the end of the year. The bell rang soon after, and the students filed out of the class. The halls were filled once again, and Res pulled out his schedule to look up his second hour class. Biology. 'Blegh,' Res thought to himself. Res always hated science, and as he entered the classroom, he knew it was going to be even worse than usual. It was an honors class, and all of the kids looked nice and normal, but the teacher, a skunk, was a mess. She was wearing a tight-fitting blouse with a tattered, plaid skirt. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she was pregnant. Ms. Sivad glared at Res as he walked into the room, obviously jealous of his looks, thinking he was a girl. The room was filled with long desks that sat two people. The seating chart was projected on the screen at the front of the classroom and he took his seat in the front. Class began, and the seat next to Res hadn't been filled. Ms. Sivad started going over the syllabus she handed out to everyone in a monotone and disinterested voice. Res noticed that she held her muzzle in a way that looked like she was smoking all of the time. About ten minutes into her "speech", the door opened and a polar bear entered. He smiled to Ms. Sivad and said in an Australian accent, "I'm sorry about that ma'am. Marching band went a little longer than it should. I might be late coming to class until football season is over." Ms. Sivad and the rest of the class looked at him in surprise because of his accent. 'Weren't polar bears from the north pole?' Res thought to himself. But Ms. Sivad just grunted and the bear looked up to the seating chart and took his spot next to Res. Res looked up and saw his name was Bernard. 'How fitting for a bear,' Res joked. Bernard smiled at Res who took note of the bear's beautiful smile. Res had a thing for Australian accents. Over the course of the period, Ms. Sivad just kept droning on and on. Most of the kids fell asleep, and Res looked over at Bernard to see that the bear was staring back at him. Res blushed and looked away. He heard Bernard chuckle softly, but lucky for Res, the bell rang and he grabbed his book bag and ran out of the room. His next few classes were uneventful. Third hour was World Geography; fourth was Pre-Calculus; fifth was English. After fifth hour, Res went to his sixth hour, Physical Education Foundations, where he learned he actually had lunch at this point. He walked off to lunch and grabbed a tray of food. He looked off around the cafeteria in the awkward way new kids always stand around at the front of the cafeteria to find someone they know. Res saw Bernard sitting by himself and started to make his way over there before he saw some jocks crowd around the table and sit with him. Res lowered his ears and said, 'I should've known he was just a jock.' Res went out to the courtyard where he sat on a bench and watched the birds and the trees blowing in the wind. Res sighed and moved some of his hair fur out of his face behind his ear. As he started to eat, he felt a hard, firm swat on his ass and yelped loud enough for the entire courtyard to stare back at him and the black wolf that was standing above him. Res looked up and lowered his ears at this attacker. The wolf stood at a tall six foot five inches which dwarfed Res's five foot seven inches. The wolf wore a vest with a wife beater underneath and black pants. The wolf smiled quite evilly and said down to Res, "Hey there beautiful. How much is a blow job from you?" Res smiled and said, "Is this your way of coming out of the closet?" The wolf tilted his head, obviously confused as he looked down at the androgynous fox. "You're a...guy?" he asked. Res nodded in reply. "Fag! I never thought I'd meet a cross-dressing queer!" He slapped Res suddenly, knocking his food over and got on top of the fox and started punching him in the arm, face and stomach. Res yelped after each punch, but everyone in the courtyard just ignored what was happening, trying to stay out of the conflict. And suddenly, the punches stopped coming. Res opened his eyes cautiously and sat up to see the wolf on the ground with Bernard on top of him, striking him just as hard, if not harder than what the wolf was doing to Res. Res whimpered softly and Bernard yelled at the wolf, "How could you hit a girl? What the hell is wrong with you?" Res blushed at this remark and stood up to try and pull Bernard off. "Bernard, that's enough. Please stop," Res implored. The two hadn't even said anything to each other before now, and here Res was trying to stop Bernard's fight. "But this jerk can't-" "Please...," Res interjected with wide eyes. Bernard sighed, nodded and moved off of the wolf who got up right after. "I always knew you were a fag, Bernard," the wolf commented. He walked back inside. Res turned to Bernard and said, "Thanks. Didn't think I'd have a stereotypical first day of school on my paws." Bernard hugged Res tight and asked, "Are you okay?" "Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks again." He hugged Bernard back. "Hey, umm...If you want, we could hang out this Saturday." Res smiled. "That sounds nice." 'This is too great!' Res thought to himself, 'He still thinks I'm a girl!' Res laughed on the inside and said goodbye to the polar bear as the bell rang for sixth hour to start. P.E. was just another introductory class about uniforms and whatnot. The coach, a lion, even told Res that he was in the wrong gym and should be in the next one over for the girls' class. Res corrected him. Seventh hour was Res's French 3 class. Finally, the moment Res was waiting for had come. Eighth hour-Drama. Res always enjoyed acting. In the past, he played the lead role of Jasmine in his middle school's production of *Aladdin*. His theatre teacher in middle school absolutely loved Res and encouraged him to embrace his inner femininity. He entered the classroom, a blackbox. He looked around at the curtains and lights system on the ceiling. Speakers and microphones were placed around the room with a video camera in the back recording directly onto the stage. The best part was that the room was filled with a variety of people, not one uniform group. There were two or three jocks, a nerd, some goths, another orchestra member, and of course, other thespians. The other orchestra member was a blue jay-one of the stuck-up preps. Res could tell he was going to have some trouble with him from the way he looked. Res sat down and the teacher, a raccoon named Mr. Oefed, introduced himself and the class course. "Let's get right to business. Because of all the plays we have this year, auditions begin immediately. After school today in the auditorium is the audition for our first Fall drama, *Arcadia*, by Tom Stoppard. Since the audition is on the first day of school, you do not need a monologue prepared: it will be a cold-reading, which means we will have a script for you and you have to act it out," he explained. Res was ecstatic. He sneaked in a text to his mom to ask her to pick him up later so he could stay for the audition. She obliged and the class continued. At 3:00 p.m., eighth hour ended, and Res rushed excitedly to the auditorium doors where people were already sitting and filling out audition sheets. Res found the rhino who was passing them out, and later learned that he was the Thespian Executive Board President and student director for the fall dramas. The pink fox sat down and filled out the form, looking at the other people around. Some were doing breathing exercises and others were clearing their throat to prepare. "Hey there, bud!" Res heard. He turned and saw a dalmatian with bulging muscles approach him and sit down next to him. "Bud?" Res asked, "You know I'm a guy?" "Hehe," the dog laughed, "Yup. I've seen quite a few crossdressers, and you have to be one of the cutest." "Aww...," Res blushed, "Thanks. You are too bad to look at yourself." "Haha. Thanks, I think. If you're finished, I can turn in your audition sheet for you." "That'd be very sweet," Res smiled and handed the dog his audition sheet. The dalmatian gave the sheets to the rhino and sat next to Res again. "I'm Res, by the way," the pink fox said. "I'm Chad," the dog replied, "It's nice to meet you. Are you auditioning for a certain part?" "No. I've never read the play." "Well, I want to be Septimus. He's the male lead who is the female lead's tutor and eventual lover. It gets complicated," he laughed. "Then I'll be fighting you for it," Res smiled, "What grade are you in?" "I'm a junior," Chad said. Finally, the rhino called, "Resplendence Eden. You're up." As Res walked by the rhino to the auditorium doors, the rhino said, "Break a leg, and have fun." He smiled to Res. Res walked through the doors and through the dark auditorium and onto the stage where a single diamond spotlight shown from overheard. He stood in the middle of it and he could said Mr. Oefed and another teacher sitting at a desk in front of the seats. "The script you want is at your feet on your right," Res heard the second teacher say. Res nodded and saw two scripts on the ground, bending over to pick up the script on the right. He read it over quickly and realized that it was a female part. But he read and acted it anyways, and quite well he thought. "Thank you," was all he got back in return. Res left the auditorium, shaking a bit from his nerves. The rhino talked to him again and said, "The cast list will be up tomorrow. Thanks for auditioning. Chad Mayax. You're next." The dalmatian stood up and hugged Res tight. "I'm sure you did great," he said. "Break a leg," Res said in return, smiling, "I'll see you tomorrow, I hope." Chad ruffled the fox's hair fur and went into the auditorium. Res picked up his book bag and walked down the hall where his mom was waiting for him outside.

Terpsichorean by Picklessauce69

#5 of Word of the Day Here It be, Word of the Day 5? It's a Wierd word, I almost had trouble working it in there! But it was such an interesting one I couldn't change it. So as usual, feedback is lovely and so is spreading the word of this! Spread the word about the word (of the day)! And enjoy~ -  

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Terpsichorean- 1. pertaining to dancing 2. A dancer At last, her footsteps brought her to her destination. The length of the hallway short compared to the amount of gumption it required for the wolf to cross it. Every fiber of her body had wanted to flee, but at the same time something told her to continue, to obey. And she continue to remind herself of this need to obey as her white-furred fingers closed slowly around the knob of the door. The cold metal whispering harshly "Turn back...Don't continue..." like the signs before a forbidden forest warning children to venture no further. She heeded no such warning though as the knob twisted in her hand and the latch to the door disconnected letting the heavy wood barrier slide open, revealing the room at the speed it opened. The walls were covered in rich red drapery, a sign of obvious wealth and high social standing. The floors were a mixture of sturdy hardwood and plush rugs. On the right side of the room sat a small desk, littered with only a few pieces of parchment. And finally, on the far left, the last section to be unveiled by the curtain of oak, was Made herself. Stretched out on a snow-white chaise lounge the skunkess's midnight black fur stood out in harsh contrast, drawing the eyes to her immideiatly. She had two twin tails, thick and lush, held up above her in a lazy manner. A rather thin looking robe covered her body and allowed Sapphire to see nearly ever inch of her long, slender legs, full, round breasts peeking out, and the faint outline of her terpsichorean-like curvature. Between her shoulders, where the common strip of most skunks started was a deep pine green, the color that showed her royal bloodline and replaced the common place white. Her hair as well held streaks of the same green throughout its waves of black. Her face was covered partly by her locks if hair, but not so much that Sapphire couldn't see the high cheekbones and elegant features if the skunk. To the young wolfess, the sight was breath-taking and in that moment of captured observation she lost all her fear of the woman before her, though deep in her gut a swarm of buttflies jumped to life and flew about wildly giving her an almost dizzied feeling of overwhelming...something. The word for what ha taken over her body and mind was unknown to the wolfess, and instead drifted to the back of her mind as she took one step closer. The think of her footstep bringing Madge's attention finally away from the small book she held and up the the wolf's face. "Ah, oui, you must be Sapphire...Come closer, my little pet." Her voice was like chocolate, rich and addicting, and it drew the dazed wolf in quickly. Her feet shuffling across the floor to the other female till she sank down to her knees beside the lounge with a little whine. While lifting a paw to stroke down over the curve of Sapphire's head, the skunkess lifted her chin and purred, right into her perked, canine ear. "Yes, you shall be perfect..."

High School Sex: Chapter 1 by So Lonely

  Chapter 1 The Beginning of a Great Start   My name is Randy Cat and I'm a leopards and this is my story. All the cubs around have a girlfriend that they mate on a daily basis. Every day they would make fun of me and picks on me for being the only one who was still a virgin, but I don't need to

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Chapter 1 The Beginning of a Great Start My name is Randy Cat and I'm a leopards and this is my story. All the cubs around have a girlfriend that they mate on a daily basis. Every day they would make fun of me and picks on me for being the only one who was still a virgin, but I don't need to fuck like rabbits to be cool and even if I did all the girls probably have disease from all the mating that has happened, what I want is to have a real and loving mate to spend my life with. My life at home doesn't make anything easier either. Every day I go home and there is chores to do, homework to finish, and high expectation to up hold. My parents' and sisters are never pleased. But one day every thing changed. I usually wake up at about six fifteen when the alarm goes off but today I woke up at six on the top so I decided to take a quick show. I finished my shower, changed, and ate. I started to walk to school but something was wrong, by now there should have been other students throwing stuff at me. I ignored it and continued on to school. Everything was fine except for the reason that no one was picking on me. When it was lunch I got my lunch and walked toward my favorite spot, which was under a tree near the parking lot. Then I saw a couple making out and was lost in my daydreaming. WHACK. I bumped into some else and panicked. I rubbed my head in pain and looked a cross me to apologize for bumping in to that person. I realized that I bumped into a female leopard much like me. She had yellow fur with black spots and a white tummy. "Sorry, I wasn't looking at where I was going,'' she said. "No big deal you ok," I asked in return. I started to help her pic up her things and started to stand up when I realized that I was looking into her shirt and saw her stiff nipple and all. I continued to look at her and observed her body taking in all the curves. I started to get aroused and before I knew it I had a tent on my pants, I tried to hide it with a book. She then stood up and saw that I was standing in a weird stance. "You ok?" she asked ''Oh I'm fine,'' I answered but I was lying. I just wanted to tell her what I was feeling but held it back. Then she started to reach for the book that I was using to hide my hard on. I just closed my eyes and waited for her to take the book and scream in horror. I felt her slide the book away and held my breath. There was nothing, I slightly opened my eyes and saw that she was still there and was staring at my tent. She looked at me then at the tent. She took out a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper, bent down, unzip my pants, pulled down my boxers, and put the paper next to my still erect penis. I just stood there in wonder as she did this. She put back everything to the way it was and started to walk away. I ran to the restroom careful no to drop the paper. When I got there I looked at what she wrote it said, 'nice tent meet me after school at the same place under the tree,' I just stood there and looked at the paper thinking if should I go or not. Then I decided to do it. The rest of he day was like a dream to me I still could not believe what happened during lunch. After school came and I was waiting under the tree out of nowhere there was a laugh above me. I looked up and got a good look at her panties. They were white with a damp spot in the middle. I got nervous and said hi back. She jumped out and landed on me. I was in pain but ignored it when I realized that her cunt was right above my dick. I started to get aroused and she felted it." Oh what a naughty boy I just bet that you're thinking that I'm just some meat for pleasure right?" she stated with a slight hint of anger and sadness. "No I'm still a virgin you know," I stated. She gasped and got off me and stared really hard at me. I could only get harder as her eyes scanned over my tent. 'I'm Sara, Sara Smith what's yours." She asked. I stood there and answered "Randy," "Randy hhmmm, that's a nice name, now I got a question for you, you like what you see?" I stood there then looked up, she had slipped her skirt and panties down and was now spreading her pussys' lips a side for me to get clear view of her hemen." Your a virgin too?'' I asked. She stood up still half naked and nodded happily." You know I have never shown anyone that you are the first to see it". I just stared at her in amazement she has only known me for a day but trusted me enough to show me her cunt and it was dripping like crazy, I had a thought too but was nervous to see the outcome. While I was thinking I didn't realize that she had unzipped my pants, pulled down my boxers, and started to suck me off. All I could do was groan in pleasure I have never felt this level of pleasure before. It was new to me. She let go and I looked down." So you want to go somewhere private?" I just nodded and she led me to a wall. I stared at her unconvinced wondering what's going on. She just giggled and walks forward and through the bushes that should have covered a wall. So I started to walk toward the wall of bushes and went through with ease. I looked back and saw that the wall has broken down and now there were only the bushes left. There was a giggle and I turned around startled to see there was Sara standing naked in front of me. My tent just started to throb and she giggled some more. "Take off all your cloths now'' she ordered, I followed direction and as I did I saw that here pussy was now really dripping. I finished and stood there and oddly enough felt rather comfortable." Now lay down and relax I won't bite, yet.'' Those words hung in the air and she again started to suck me off. She started to use her tongue and was sucking on my balls. I groaned in ecstasy as she continued to suck me off. She started to move up and was now wrapping her tongue around the base of my shaft and moved up and down then with out warning she took the whole thing in her month. I yelped and groan in both pleasure and surprised. Looked down and made eye contacted she grinned and started to use her teeth slightly, my knot started to swell. She could tell that I was near my release. She opened her throat and took as much as she could. I cummed and I could see she was swallowing my firsts sperm that I ever gave. She looked up and I saw there was a drop dripping from her mouth, I lend forward and licked my own cum off, tasting my own cum was not unpleased just strange it was like melted jello and water together. Now I have to repay the favor and pushed her down playfully. I spread open her cunt's lips and saw her virgin pussy. It was beautiful there were juices flowing out. She blushed realizing that I was just staring at her. I gave a coy grin and started to lick up the juices. Now it was her turn to moan out in pleasure. I started to tongue fuck her and got in deeper. Lapping up her juices as much as I can. Then I licked from her anus to the clit. Sara cried out so loud that I swear she could have broken glass if we were near any. I continued my tongue fucking and she started to tense on my tongue. I could tell that she was now near her release. I started to suck and gently bite her clit. It was too much for her to handle she cummed and squirted all over my muzzle. I just sat there and licked up the juices that were now dripping from my muzzle. She lay there panting. After about five minutes she sat up and we both stared at each other knowing what was coming up next. I lay down on the soft grass. My penis was now covered in saliva and my own cum. Sara stood up and she was now dripping down her thigh as she straddled me. She used her cunt lips and started to rub against my dick it felt really good as if my dick was already thrusting into her cunt. She raised her butt and started to lower her self on to my dick. I was in heaven her walls clamped down on me as if a vice could have. Even though I was only an inch in she cummed and matted my dick and sac with a clear slimy liquid. I started to rub it into my fur her smell of her arousal was intoxicating. She continued to lower herself, I could feel how she was squeezing my dick trying to get all the pre cum out of me then I felt it. I looked at her when I reached her barrier she just gave me a nod. She pushed down and I thrusted up as hard as we both could she cried out in pain. I realized that I had just hurt her and she tried to hold back a tear that was starting to form. As the tear dripped down her check I licked it up she just stared at me and gave a weak smile. We stayed like this for a while I wait for her to recover from her lost. Then she started to raise and lower her ass slowly at first. Then I started to thrust in to her as well. Her walls were very tight I could barely move she started to tense and relax her muscles in her vagina. I could feel it being super tight one second and just right the next. It was a moment to hold. We started to build up speed and soon there was a squishing sound. All I could hear was the faint ring in my ear, the bumping of her ass against my hips, and the squishing noise coming from our mating. She lends down and we shared a passionate kiss. Our tongues meet and twisted around each other. I could now taste both my own cum and hers. Now we were really going fast her juices began to drip out from her pussy and was now dripping down my penis. My knot started to swell I could now barely move out. She knew that I was near my next release. She slammed down hard and cried out in pleasure the pain from losing her virginity was gone all that was left was the pure love and pleasure of mating. As she slammed down her juices splashed and some of her juices got on my waist then I came hard. I could feel that her cervix was bumping against the tip. All I could think about then was the pleasure of now having a loving and caring mate. Sara could also feel that her womb was filling up. We stayed connect for a while. Just enjoying each other's presents. Then she rolled over making a slurp sound as I left her. There was a strand of cum from the mating that still connected us. We gazed at each other and I spoke those words that I always wanted to say,'' Sara will you stay with me through hardship and suffering, through pain and sorrow, and forever more? Sara Smith will you be my life mate? " ''Yes I do and will you Randy Cat stay with me forever and promise to love me forever?" Sara asked back." I do and forever more" I said in return. We both fell in to a warm sleep in the bushes still on school campus.

Ein neuer Freund?! by Kalem Ishtarr

#3 of Konohas Stolz - Hier der dritte Teil meiner Serie "Konohas Stolz". Vorher wieder die üblichen Warnungen: Diese Story enthält m/m yiff und ist daher nicht für jugendliche unter 18 geeignet.

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Hier der dritte Teil meiner Serie "Konohas Stolz". Vorher wieder die üblichen Warnungen: Diese Story enthält m/m yiff und ist daher nicht für jugendliche unter 18 geeignet. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Am nächsten Morgen wurden die beiden von einem lauten Knall geweckt. Als beide sich angezogen hatten und auf die Straße kamen, sahen sie schnell, woher der Knall gekommen war. Ein riesiges Loch klaffte in der Dorfmauer direckt am Anwesen der Inuzukas. Noch bevor die beiden reagieren konnten, kamen mehr und immer mehr feindliche Shinobi ins Dorf. Den Stirnbändern nach zu urteilen, kamen sie unmissverständlich aus Otogakure. "Verdammt nochmal, das ist ein Ãberraschungsangriff!" Kiba fletschte die Zähne "Diese verdammten Bastarde!! Wann lernen die endlich, dass die keine Chance gegen uns haben?" "Ich glaube, diesmal KÃ-NNTEN sie eine haben" Sebastian sah sich um "Wir sind alleine!" Jetzt sah auch Kiba sich um. "Oh verdammt! Wir müssen die anderen..." In diesem Moment, kamen die ersten Shuriken auf die beiden zugeflogen. Beide sprangen hoch in die Luft um den Wurfsterrnen auszuweichen. Kiba klammerte sich an einen nahegelegenen Baum. Sebastian sprang einige Meter zurück und kam in Kampfposition auf. Die Pfoten mit ausgefahrenen Krallen, flach vor sich auf den Boden gelegt, wartete er darauf, dass sich der Rauch legt, um herauzufinden, wie viele Gegner dort wirklich warteten. Im Moment konnte er 10 feindliche Shinobi ausmachen. Nach einigen sekunden hatte sich der Rauch schließlich gelegt und Sebastian sah nun seinen Fehler. Es waren nicht, wie bisher angenommen, 10 Shinobi, sondern geschätzte 25. Und Sebastian wusste nicht, wie viele vielleicht hinter der Dorfmauer warteten. "Wir müssen sie unter allen Umständen aufhalten. Sie dürfen nicht noch weiter ins Dorf vordringen.!" Auch Kiba begab sich nun in Kampfstellung. Akamaru verwandelte sich auf Kommando in ein genaues Ebenbild von Kiba und sprang auf dessen Rücken. Beide standen nun auf allen vieren und fletschten die Zähne. Die Feinde indessen zogen ihre Waffen. Alles war vertreten. Einige hatten Kunias in den Händen, einige Schwerter, Tonphas oder Dreschflegel. Aber auch einige Tai-Jutsu-nutzer waren darunter. Dies war augenscheinlich, da sie keinerlei Waffen zogen, sondern in verschiedene Kampfstellungen gingen, wie Kiba und auch Sebastian. "Lass mich den Anfang machen. Mal sehen, was sie dem hier entgegenzusetzen haben." Sebastian stellte sich auf und ging langsam auf die Gegner zu. Diese sahen ihn ein wenig verdutzt, um nicht zu sagen völlig irritiert an. Einige Meter vor den feindlichen Shinobi blieb Sebastian stehen und legte die Hände aneinander, wie um die anderen zu grüßen. "Seht mal! Entweder der Typ ist ziemlich dumm, oder naiv!" "Weder noch!" Mit diesen Worten zog der weße Husky seine Hände auseinander. "Kage-Shuriken no Jutsu!" Mehrere Shuriken erschienen und streckten im Flug ein dutzend Shinobi gleichzeitig nieder, bevor sie wieder verschwanden. Kiba und Sebastian jedoch verschwendeeten keine Zeit. Noch während die Shuriken flogen, sprangen die 3 Verteidiger Konohas auf ihre Gegner zu und griffen sie an. "Gatsuga!" Kiba und Akamaru verwandelten sich in 2 Wirbel aus Krallen und Zähnen und schossen auf die Otonins zu. Fast gleichzeitig zog Sebastian sein Katana und ging in den nahkampf über. Schnell merkten sie, dass sie ohne Verstärkung keine Chance hatten. Für jeden Ninja, den sie niedermachten, kamen 2 durch das Loch in der Mauer nach. Nach 2 Stunden des Kampfes merkten die beiden Konohanins, wie sich Erschöpfung in ihnen breit machte. Doch es half alles nichts. Sie mussten das Dorf verteidigen, komme was wolle. und irgendwann würden die anderen schon bemerken, dass etwas nicht stimmte. Doch sie kamen nicht. Verzweiflung spiegelte sich auf Kibas Gesicht wieder. mittlerweile waren auf beiden Ninjas sichtbare Spuren des Kampfes sichtbar. Kiba hatte mehrere Blessuren am ganzen Kärper und Sebastian konnte seinen rechten Arm nicht mehr zum kämpfen nutzen. Er war nur froh, dass er ihn noch bewegen konnte. Jutsus konnte er also noch nutzen. "Ich hab eine Idee!" Er konzentrierte sich auf seinen Chacrafluss, so gut es ging. "Kageinu no Jutsu!" Hoffentlich klappte es. Und wirklich. Ein Hund aus Schatten erschien und sah ihn mit fragendem Blick an. "Geh ins Dorf und hole Hilfe. Egal wen, aber er soll sich beeilen! Kiba. Du musst mir jetzt den Rücken freihalten. Ich brauche jetzt alles Chacra für die Aufrechthaltung des Jutsus!" Kiba kam sofort angesprungen und baute sich vor Sebastian auf. "Wenn das gut geht fresse ich einen Besen!" Un der Kampf ging weiter. Sebastian wehrte zwar noch einige Gegnerab, konzentrierte sich aber mit aller Macht darauf, dass das Jutsu nicht abbrach. Schweiß lief ihm von der Stirn in die Augen. Seine Knie wurden weich von der Anstrengung und das mussten auch die Otonins bemerkt haben. Sie konzentrierten jetzt verstärkt ihre Angriffe auf den weißen Husky. Welle um Welle brandeten die Angriffe nun gegen Kiba, der immer noch krampfhaft versuchte die Angriffe von seinem Freund fern zu halten. Sein Arm war stark am bluten und Kiba vermutete, dass er gebrochen war. Sein rechtes Bein war nicht mehr zu gebrauchen und auch sein Gesicht sah aus, als hätte ihn ein Pferd niedergerannt. Er keuchte laut auf, als ihn ein Schlag mit aller Wucht in den Magen traf. Sebastian konnte gerade noch sehen, wie seine große Liebe zusammenbrach, bevor er von 5 Otonins umzingelt war, die alle auf den weißen Husky einschlugen. Kurz bevor er bewusstlos wurde, hörte er noch eine Stimme und sah einen schwarzen Nebel aufziehen: "Lasst sie in Ruhe!" Danach verlor Sebastian das Bewusstsein. "Kiba! Nein!" Als Sebastian wieder erwachte, fand er sich in einem Bett wieder. um ihn herum standen Tsunade, Shizune, Shikamaru, Choji und Inu. "Sebastian, was ist passiert. wir hatten deine Nachricht erhalten. Wir haben uns zuerst total erschrekt. Einen Schattenhund sieht man hier ja nicht alle Tage. Aber als wir bei euch ankamen, waren alle Otonins getötet und ihr lagt bewusstlos am Boden." Shikamaru sah Sebastian besorgt an. "Wa...was? Wie? Warum?" Sebastian fasste sich an den Kopf. er hatte bestialische Kopfschmerzen. Warum war er hier? Wer hatte sie gerettet? Was war mit Kiba??? Der weiße Husky versuchte aufzuspringen, wurde aber augenblicklich von Tsunade zurückgehalten. "NEIN! Das ist noch ein bisschen zu früh. Mich wundert sowieso, dass du schon wieder fit bist. Diese Schweine haben kein Organ in deinem Körper unversehrt gelassen. Ich hatte ernsthafte Probleme dich wieder zusammenzuflicken!" "Aber... aber..." "Nichts Aber! Keine Angst: Kiba geht es gut. Er hat sich zwar den Arm gebrochen, aber es hat ihn lange nicht so schlimm erwischt wie dich!" Sebastian war beruhigt. Kiba ging es also gut. Er schob seinen Körper ein wenig höher, um sich am Bettgestell anlehnen zu können. "Shikamaru: Hat einer von euch diesen Nebel verursacht?" "Was für einen Nebel? Da war keiner!" "Doch! Kurz bevor ich bewusstlos geworden bin, habe ich eine Gestalt gesehen. Ãberall dort wo er stand, kam ein dunkler, schwarzer Nebel auf. Völlig undurchsichtig. Ich denke mal, der Typ hat uns auch gerettet. Aber wie hat er allein geschafft, was wir zu zweit nicht geschafft haben?" Sebastian schlug vor Wut auf das Bett. Er hatte versagt! Er hatte es nicht geschafft das Dorf, die, die er liebte zu beschützen. Er hatte es nicht geschafft seinen Freund zu beschützen. Er kam sich so dermaßen nutzlos vor. Tränen traten in seine Augen. "Sebastian was ist los?" Tsunade setzte sich auf den bettrand "Geht bitte! Alle!" Sie sah den weißen Husky an, nachdem alle gegangen waren. "Erzähl schon. Was bedrückt dich?" "Es ist nur.... Ihr seit mir echt ans Herz gewachsen! Ihr seit jetzt eine Familie! Und ich konnte euch nicht beschützen. Ich habe auf ganzer Linie versagt." Nun konnte Sebastian seine Tränen nicht mehr zurückhalten. Hemmungslos schluchzend ließ er sich aufs Bett fallen. Tsunade legte ihm den Arm um die Schultern und drückte ihn an sich. "Du hast nicht versagt. Was Shikamaru gerade nicht erwähnt hat. Es waren 500 Otonins. das hättet ihr gar nicht schaffen KÃ-NNEN. lso lass jetzt den Kopf nicht hängen." Langsam aber sicher beruhigte sich Sebastian wieder. "5...500? Aber wie...? Wer hat die denn dann alle vernichtet? Es war garantiert nur einer. Wisst ihr schon etwas?" "Wie gerade schon gesagt. Alles was ich weiß, dass bei der Ankunft von Shikamarus Team 500 Otonins tot am Boden lagen und ihr mittendrin. Von einer weiteren beteiligten Person weiß ich nichts. Aber wir sollten ihm auf jeden Fall danken, wenn wir ihn zu Gesicht bekommen. er hat Konoha davor bewahrt überrannt zu werden." Sie verließ das Zimmer um Sebastian ein wenig Ruhe zu gönnen. Kurze Zeit später betrat Kiba das Zimmer mit besorgtem Gesichtsausdruck. "Hey süßer! Na wie gehts dir? Dich muss es ja ziemlich erwischt haben. Tsunade ist zu einer richtigen Furie geworden, als unsere Ärzte dich behandeln wollten. Sie hat keinen anderen an dich heran gelassen. Sie hat fast 12 Stunden gebraucht bis sie dich wieder zusammengeflickt hatte." Er nahm Sebastian vorsichtig in den Arm und gab ihm einen zärtlichen Kuss. "Mach mir bitte NIE wieder eine solche Angst, ja? Ich dachte schon ich hätte dich verloren, als ich sah, wie du ohnmächtig wurdest." Sebastian sah den Husky an. "Nein keine Angst. Das wird mir nie wieder passieren. Aber mal was ganz anderes: Hast du auch den Typen mit dem Nebel gesehen?" "Ja. und ich bin mir sicher, dass er uns gerettet hat. Aber ich möchte zu gerne wissen, wer das war." ... so vergingen noch 5 Tage im Krankenhaus von Konoha. dann konnte Sebastian sein "Gefängnis" endlich wieder verlassen und mit Kiba nach hause zurückkehren. Dort angekommen, kam ihnen schon kibas Mutter entgegengerannt. "Sebastian! Was machst du denn für Sachen? Komm rein und stärke dich erstmal." "Mir geht es gut danke. Ich möchte jetzt nur noch auf mein Zimmer und mit Kiba ungestört sein, wenn das OK ist. Dann gehe ich auch gleich einkaufen. Ich bin ja immer noch nicht dazu gekommen." Von seinem Angebot einkaufen zu gehen besänftigt, wiedersprach Kibas Mutter nicht und ließ die beiden allein. Im Zimmer angekommen, setzten sich die beiden Husky aufs Bett. sebastian legte seinen Kopf auf Kibas Schoss. "Es ist schön dich wieder zu haben!" Sebastian sah seinen Freund mit liebevollem Blick an. Diese bagnn, den weißen Husky an den Ohren zu kraulen. "Shhhhh.... Ist ja gut. Ich bin ja auch froh wieder mit dir zusammen sein zu können." Ein leises wohliges Knurren erklang aus Sebastians Kehle. Langsam wanderten kibas Finger den Körper seines weißen Liebhabers entlang. er kraulte Sebastians Schultern, seine Brust. An seine Schritt angekommen, fing er an, die Hoden des weißen langsam und sachte zu massieren. Immer wieder glitt dabei einer seiner Finger bis zu seinem Hintereingang. Langsam strich er am Schließmuskel entlang und brachte damit Sebastian zum keuchen. Durch diese Bahandlung hatte Sebastian schnell ausgeschachtet und seins Penisspitze strich un bei jeder Bewegung sanft über Kibas Arm, der immer noch seine Hoden bearbeitete. "MMMMMHHHHHHHH! Kiba! Ich will sich! JETZT!" Er setzte sich auf. "Nein meine Liebling! Jetzt bist du mal dran." Er zog sich aus und schubste Sebastian nach hinten. Anschleßend ließ er sich aus seinem Penis nieder. Centimeter für centimeter enterte Sebastian seine große Liebe. Stück für Stück glitt sein Penis tiefer in Kiba hinein. Als er bis zum anschlag in ihm steckte, fing Kiba an seinen Freund zu reiten. Langsam hob er seine Hüften und noch langsamer senkte er sie wieder. Langsam steigerte er seine Geschwindigkeit. Während Kiba sich auf ihm verausgabte, nahm Sebastian den Penis seines Freundes in die Hand und fing an zärtlich darüber zu reiben. Er setzte seine Hand an der äußersten Spitze an und glitt dann langsam und mit leichtem Druck immer tiefer, bis er an der Wurzel ankam. Dies wiederholte er immer und immer wieder. Bald merkte er, dass ihre Knoten fast gleichzeitig anfingen anzuschwellen. Nach einigen weiteren Bewegungen Kibas knnte Sebastian noch rufen: "OH GOTT! ICH KOMME!" bevor er eine große Ladung seines samens in Kibas Hintern pumpte. Fast gleichzeitig stöhnte Kiba auf und verteilte seinerseits seine Sahne auf Sebastians Oberkörper und seinem Gesicht. Erschöpft ließen sich beide zu Seite fallen und holten erst einmal tief Luft. "Das war wunderschön!" Sebastian sah seinen Partner an und gab ihm einen leidenschaftlichen Kuss. Nachdem Sebastians Knoten abgeschwollen war, zogen sich die beiden an und gingen in die Stadt um einzukaufen. In der Stadt angekommen trafen sie einige ihrer Freunde und Sebastian bekam immer mehr das Gefühl, hier schon immer zu Hause zu sein. Doch plötzlich wurde die Idylle von einer lauten frage gestört. "Könnt ihr 2 euch nicht bedanken?" Die beiden husky drehten sich blitzschnell um und sahen einen feuerroten Fuchs vor sich. An sich war der Fuchs schon eine imposante Persönlichkeit. Durchtrainiert, ganz in schwarz. Ein langer schwarzer Ledermantel unterstrich die düstere aura noch, die von dem neuankömmling ausging. Aber das auffälligste an dieser Erscheinung, war die lange Narbe, die sich durch sein rechtes Auge zog. Dieser Fuchs strahlte eine starke innere Kälte aus. Oder war es eine Täuschung. Der Fuchs bewegte sich jedoch mit ausgestreckter Hand auf die beiden zu. "Hallo! Mein Name ist Tatsu Meioh Setsuna. Und ich war es, der euch beiden vor ein paar Tagen den hals gerettet hat!" \--- to be continued

Anniversary by Foxmagik

All characters are property of Nintendo. This is my fist romantic story and my second fan fiction, so please don't hate me if it sucks. Anniversary Krystal once again examined her reflection in the mirror. She was clad in a silk, red dress that covered her from just an inch or so down her cleavage

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All characters are property of Nintendo. This is my fist romantic story and my second fan fiction, so please don't hate me if it sucks. Anniversary Krystal once again examined her reflection in the mirror. She was clad in a silk, red dress that covered her from just an inch or so down her cleavage and cut off midway down her thighs. The only time she had worn this was on her first date with Fox. She felt a tad uncomfortable in it, back then; truly it was Katt who insisted that Fox would love it, but tonight their first anniversary of their first date, she new it was perfect. She put on her other accessories, a set of earrings, her emerald necklace, and her hair band, took a deep breath, and went to meet Fox in the docking bay. Fox paced around, rubbing the back of his neck. He had no idea why he was so nervous, it was just another date with Krystal, but something in his gut told him something big was going to happen. Patting his pants pocket, he reassured himself that he remembered the gift he bought her. Taking one last deep breath, he tried to calm his racing mind. A hiss from the door behind him told him that she had arrived. As Fox turned to see her, he was once again aw-struck by her beauty. Krystal just always seemed to be able to take his breath away whenever she was near. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Fox," said Krystal. "No problem," said Fox with a smile. "Shall we go then?" asked Krystal playfully. "Of course," answered Fox, escorting her out of the spaceport where Greatfox had docked. Some time latter, they were both enjoying their meals and each others company at one of Corneria's most prestigious resteraunts. Spending a great deal more time talking then eating, they had hardly touched their meals. Finally, Fox decided he couldn't wait any longer. "Krystal," started Fox as he reached in to his trouser pocket. "I was going to save this for later, but I just can't wait until then." Fox presented a long, slender, white box and slid it across the table to Krystal. Krystal picked it up, opened it, and instantly was amazed at the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. She stared wide-eyed at the silver chain that held five light green gemstones in its center. "Fox, I... I don't know what to say... thank you," Krystal managed to stammer out. "You're welcome," said Fox. "I had to get that for you because the gems reminded me so much of your eyes." Fox's cheeks began to heat up as he started to blush. "Thank you," she said quietly as she put it around her neck. Then it hit her just what his gift was, and she certainly couldn't give that to him now. "I'm sorry but I... um... left your gift on Greatfox, can you wait until after we're done here?" asked Krystal in a rather improvised manner. "Mmhmm," said Fox with a nod. Then they both resumed eating their nearly cold meals. Back on Greatfox, Fox had his fingers interlaced with Krystal's as he led her down the halls of the ships crew sleeping quarters. No one else seemed to be home so they just enjoyed each others company as the walked. Fox emitted a small sigh of disappointment when the inevitably reach Krystal's room. "I had a wonderful evening, Fox," said Krystal with a sigh. "Thank you for everything." "You're welcome," replied Fox, leaning in as they then shared a sweet kiss on the lips. "Goodnight." "Goodnight." Krystal slid into her room and with a peaceful sigh, plopped onto her bed. After a minuet or so of reflecting on everything that had happened that evening she placed her hand on the necklace Fox gave her. After a deep breath, she sat up, and decided she had to prepare for one last thing... Fox had removed his shirt and began to brush his teeth. Just as he moved his toothbrush to the back of the left side of his mouth when he thought he heard the distinct sound of his PDA ringing. With a quick rinse and spit, he ran over to his bedside table and answered the slightly annoying device. "Hello, Fox McCloud here," Fox said into the PDA's receiver. "Hi, Fox" replied Krystal. "Could you please come down to my room?" "Sure, but, why not just come to my room?" "You'll see," said Krystal vaguely as she hung up. Fox thought to himself for a second. "Wait, what if she..." said Fox thinking aloud as he became more and more nervous. Fox approached Krystal's room and gave a slight knock on the door. "Come in." said Krystal. Fox obliged and entered. "So what's- whoa..." Fox was instantly stunned at what he saw. Krystal was posed seductively across the bed. Now the only thing she wore was her loincloth/bikini set she wore when the first met and the necklace he gave her. The room was illuminated by only a few candles she had set up her bedside drawers. "Are you ready to unwrap your gift, Fox?' asked Krystal in a very seductive tone. Fox's brain had nothing less then short-circuited. His body acted on its own and inched towards Krystal. Fox managed to regain control of him self as when he reached her bed. Krystal reached up and wrapped her arms around Fox's neck and drew him on to the bed and in to a deeply passionate kiss. "K-Krystal... are you... sure about this?" Fox stammered. "Yes," she answered. "I've thought about it, and I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level." "Well, if you insist," said Fox playfully. Fox moved his hands around to the clasp of Krystal's top, never once averting his eyes from hers. When removed her top and tossed it aside, he blushed a deep red beneath his fur as he stared at his now top-less lover. Without a single word he leaned forward and kissed her. He opened his jaw slightly and parted her lips with his tongue. As they frenched each other Fox's hand crept up and took hold of Krystal's breast. Krystal gasped as Fox touched her. Fox gently kissed Krystals neck and began to venture south towards her collarbone. He licked the edge of her left breast as he ever so slowly neared towards her nipple. Krystal let out a sharp gasp and moaned as he gently began to suckle on her now hardened nipple. "Ooh, Fooox," moaned Krystal, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing her. Fox resumed his journey south along her abdomen. Licking her navel, he slid his fingers beneath the sides of her loincloth and slid it down her legs removing it. "Fox..." Krystal huffed. "Be gentle..." "Don't worry, love. I will..." said Fox reassuringly. He gently began to lick the wet opening of Krystal's most private area. Krystal gasped very sharply as he rolled the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. "Ooh, Fooox! Oh my god, yes!" said Krystal enthusiastically. Fox stuck his tongue inside her, making her squirm in pleasure. Sliding his tongue along the walls of he vagina made her moan more loudly and more passionate. "Ooh, yes! Ooh Fooox. Ooh!" He explored even deeper inside her and hit a sensitive spot. "OOOH, Fox! I...I..!" and before she could even finish her sentence she was struck be a wave of pleasure that spread through out her entire body. The tip of Fox's muzzle was slight coated in her fluids as he continued to sustain her orgasm, liking the way she tasted. Krystal collapsed onto the pillows as she gasped for air. Her body went completely limp as her orgasm subsided. "Ooh, Fox... That felt soo good..." "Thanks," said Fox as he wiped the remaining fluid off his muzzle. "Glad I could please you." Fox crawled up to her and they once again locked muzzles. "Ready for round two?" "MmHmm," answered Krystal regaining her strength. As Fox removed his pants and underwear, a thought struck his mind. "Oh, wait, I forgot. I don't have any pro-." And with out saying a word, Krystal reached over and opened the bedside draw and pulled out a small, square package. Noticing this, Fox gave her a mischievous smirk. "I stole this from Falco's sock drawer earlier today," explained Krystal. "How'd you know it was there?" "Well, his and Katt's room is right next to mine and..." "Wow, how do you ever get to sleep?" "Simple, really. I moved my bed to the other side of the room." "Did that help?" "Slightly." They both laughed. Krystal opened the package and handed it to Fox who then applied it. Krystal stared at his long, erect member. She guessed it to be at least nine inches. She laid back and slightly spread her legs apart. Fox positioned him self once again on top of her, pressing the tip of his member against her opening. Krystal wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped. "Fox, it's my first time. Please be gentle." "I will." Fox pressed himself in a little deeper and Krystal moaned a little louder. Fox savored her virgin tightness; she was so hot and wet that Fox couldn't help but moan along with her. Finally, he had reached her barrier. Fox kissed her one more time in attempts to distract her. With a grunt from the back of his throat, he broke through. Krystal winced and let out a small cry of pain. Fox broke their kiss and let her adjust to the feeling of the penetration. After a few seconds she mouthed 'okay' to Fox, allowing him to continue. Fox began the motion. Pulling himself out just to the head and thrusting himself back in. Krystal winced just a few more times before the pain subsided into pure pleasure. "A little harder," whispered Krystal. Fox responded by moving into a steady pace. "Oh, Fox! Fox! Foooox!" Krystal cried out his name over and over again. Krystal had never felt anything like this before. She loved that Fox was so strong and yet so loving with each thrust. Krystal let go of Fox and leaned back into her pillows and squeezed her legs a little tighter. "Oh. God, Krystal!" moaned Fox. "Your sooo hot!" "Oh, Fooox! Don't stop!" Both their tails swished rapidly behind them as their pleasure grew. Krystal's body began to stiffen up as she nearly reached her peak. "Fooox! I can't... hold on... any longer!" After a few more thrust, Krystal screamed in pure ecstasy. Her juices flowed out of her, coating Fox's thighs and crotch area. Fox slowed down just a little bit to allow Krystal to catch her breath. She had already lost it, and yet he had hardly begun. Krystal quickly caught her breath. Despite how she was weakened by having came twice by now, she rolled Fox onto his back so that she was now on top. Fox was a bit shocked at how she had so much strength remaining, but the thought left his mind as she began to ride him. Krystal pushed herself up with her hands on his chest and let herself fall down along his member, tilting her head back and moaning. Her breast and necklace bobbed up and down with each bounce. Fox began to buck his hips against hers and soon they developed a steady rhythm together. Fox gritted his teeth and a moan escaped the back of his throat. She was still wet from having came that she was wetter then before. This only increased Fox's state of pleasure. "Ooh! Ooh, Krystal! Oh god!" groaned Fox who began to thrust a little harder. Krystal moaned a little louder with each thrust, not knowing if she could stop herself from cuming again. A little harder quickly became a lot harder as Fox quickened his pace. Krystal's moans neared becoming screams as Fox slammed into her harder and harder to the point where she felt like she would nearly split in two. "OOH FOOOX! OH MY GOD, YES!" yelled Krystal whose body once again started to become stiff. Krystal once again screamed at the top of her lungs as the last splash of cum was expelled out of her. Not having the strength to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed on to Fox's chest. "OOH, KRYSTAL! I'M GONNA...!" yelled Fox as he became rigged and the warm feeling of his own orgasm shot through his body. He groaned loudly through his gritted teeth as his seed shot out of him. After his orgasm had completely subsided, they both just laid there as a sweaty, painting, pair of lovers. "Mmm, Fox, That was incredible," said Krystal, breaking the silence. "I love you so much." "I love you to, Krystal," said Fox. "And happy anniversary." "Happy anniversary to you to," said Krystal as they shared one last kiss. They soon fell asleep, still embraced in each others arms. Well that was my first yiffy fic. Pleas let my know if you liked it. Thank you.

Rogue's Redemption Ch. 1 by KarusDaedlyn

#1 of Rogue's Redemption - The little raccoon's ragged breathing reverberated ominously in his spacesuit. His fur was becomming matted with sweat. Shaking in fear, he glided behind a large piece of debris in the massive field he was in. His trepidation did not come from the perils of spacewalking.

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The little raccoon's ragged breathing reverberated ominously in his spacesuit. His fur was becomming matted with sweat. Shaking in fear, he glided behind a large piece of debris in the massive field he was in. His trepidation did not come from the perils of spacewalking. On the contrary, he found the quiet, vast darkness somewhat serene. Nor was his fear due to the ion torpedoes he was disarming in a veritable sea of explosives. He had scavenged dangerous items too often before to be very nervous over a bit of active ordinance. The raccoon's source of terror was the glow of a craft's engines, hastily approaching. Carefully peeking from behind his weightless cover, he utilized the zooming function of his visor and confirmed his fears. The speeding craft at the edge of the debris field had the starburst symbol of the Terran Conglomorate emblazoned on the side. Humanity had claimed ownership of this system at the conclusion of the galactic war spanning the entirety of the Milky Way, just 2 short years ago. The war itself lasted at least 300 standard years, making it almost the only thing that any sentient creature had ever known. This system was officially named for its binary pair, Achilles and Hector, but was better known colloquially by Anthromorphs as "The Capital Crypt" for the incredible number of capital class hulks strewn into a system-wide ring around the stars. These battlecruisers made for excellent salvage; the weapons, supplies, and rare materials fetched quite an impressive price in every market. However, the Terran Conglomorate was not about to share any of their claim. Although the depleted human fleets had no realistic way to begin 'cleaning up,' they fiercely guarded the system from any encroachment. The raccoon knew if he was apprehended, he would be given a quick trial, and then execution. The trial was optional. The spacewalking Anthromorph disengaged his zoom and hid again, turning towards his vessel, the *Marco Polo*. It definitely was not a 'pretty' ship, having been constructed by the raccoon over years from scrap parts. A single large rotating engine stuck straight out of the starboard side, while two smaller rotating engines jutted in an offset manner from the port side. The flat 'squarish' stern served as the cargo hold. The middle 'body' of the ship from where the engines were attached had a somewhat round shape, and held the reactor core and virtual intelligence. The neck of the ship held crew quarters and small mess, and led to the coned cockpit. While the \_Marco\_was not going to win any beauty contests, the raccoon sighed at the sight of the silhouette highlighted against the binary stars. The\_Marco\_meant much more than beauty to the spacewalker, it represented safety. Having calmed himself for the most part with the view of his ship, he briskly switched on his communicator. "Karus? Kar? Are you there?" he asked in a barely audible whisper, "I do believe the jig is up, good sir. We should depart this system with all due haste!" Within the cockpit of the *Marco*, a golden brown wolf groaned, his breath escaping as frost. The ship was running on reserve batteries so as to keep a low profile. Without the reactor running, amenities such as gravity and heat were offline. The wolf had been tracking the craft since it had entered his sight, long before the scavenger had noticed the tell-tale glow of engines. He knew it to be a Terran patrol craft, decently armed and well-shielded. More than that he couldn't tell at this point, not without sensors up. He had not informed his captain of the discovery because he knew exactly how nervous he would get. Taking his dark brown lupine eyes from the craft for just a moment, he located the raccoon amongst the wreckage, and clicked the comms to respond. "WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING!?!?" Karus shouted as loudly as he could. A devilish grin spread across his muzzle as he could see the raccoon jolt. He chuckled a few frosty laughs as he turned his attention back towards the approaching craft. "Our comms are hardlined, Percy. Not broadcast. Wired straight into the air-hose. Unlike those holo-vids, sound don't travel that well in space." The raccoon took a moment to stop his fearful twitches and replied angrily, "I knowthat, Karus. It's a matter of ambiance in this setting. You, my dear gentleman, have the safety of the \_Marco\_while I am a bit exposed." "At least ya get to keep warm, Percy," the wolf complained, shuddering a bit. "Don't think I'm all that safe here either. If that guy out there fired a few torps with our deflectors down...well, I'd be lucky to hear the 'thumps' before I 'sploded." A yawning, mackarel-striped kitten wreathed in thermal blankets pushed off her footpaws to glide into the cockpit. "I don't know about any 'thumps,' but I could hear your yapping in my bunk," she said, "the least you could do is let me sleep if you won't let me have any heat." "Ahh, crap, now I've done it," Karus said jokingly, leaving the comms open, " I woke up the princess. Now I'll get it from both of ya." "While I don't mind being addressed as royalty," the kitten said matter of factly, "I prefer 'your highness,' and \_not\_in a sarcastic fashion. Or of course, you could use my name, mutt..." The wolf sat back in the pilot's seat, propping footpaws up on the controls. "Ts'Sai just doesn't roll off the tongue, y'know? I like princess, duchess, hairball...those sorta names." The flustered raccoon spoke in an exacerbated manner, "Pardon me for interrupting your banter but...APPROACHING PATROL CRAFT!! Danger! Alert! Alarm!" His greatest fear from this scenario was that the Terran Hegemony had an extremely long, powerful reach. If they were positively identified, they could be hunted across the Milky Way. "Relax, Percival," Karus said, finally using his proper name, "that guy isn't really looking for us. Guarantee they'll fly right by." Ts'Sai came to rest with her blankets on a flatter portion of the controls, and her hazel eyes regarded the canine pilot quizzically. "Why would a patrol craft be patrolling, if it wasn't to find intruders?" "The velocity is all wrong. Too fast for Terran patrol parameters. Going about.... three times as fast as he should be to get any decent sensor scans. With the \_Marco\_powered down, we'll just fade in the background radiation." "But Karas...look how \_close\_it's getting," Percival said anxiously, "They'll surely notice our blip at that distance." "At the speed he's goin', he's getting dozens of 'blips' every few seconds. The \_Marco\_won't stand out. Besides, not to diss the ship, it handles great, but...unless you already knew the \_Marco\_worked, how would you tell it from any other hunk of metal out here?" The wolf said, in his most diplomatic tone. The raccoon knew exactly what Karus was saying, as he was not oblivious to how trashy the \_Marco Polo\_appeared. However, he was fiercely proud of it, and would not stand to hear it demeaned. He scoffed, "Ahem, the \_Marco Polo\_is an aesthetically pleasing ship, as well as functional. The off-set port wings complement the starboar.." The pilot cut him off, "Look, forget I said it. Just trust me alright?" He chuckled a bit, "Hey, I'm willing to bet \_my\_life on it, doesn't that count for something?" Still chattering from the cold, Ts'Sai decided to respond, "No, it doesn't count when you are risking \_us\_as well, stupid dog." Karus didn't want to mention that powering up now would be useless. The reactor couldn't start in time, and in doing so, would set off a flare for the Terrans to find. They may have had a shot when he first noticed the craft, he thought privately, but now, waiting it out was the safest bet. Besides, pulling out immediately and not scavenging any goodies would have left them in pretty dire straights financially. Good jobs were few and far between, and a decent haul here could at least ensure both the crew and the ship could be fed. The patrolling craft was headed right towards them now, from a 'higher' position relative to the system's general orbit. It was speeding forward at a relatively quick speed. The spacewalker clung tightly to his scrap cover and held his breath. The young kitten did the same underneath her several blankets. Despite Karus's confidence, he felt himself do the same as he leaned forward studying the trajectory intently. Then, just as the wolf had predicted, the Terran patrol zipped by overhead, continuing on its course further into the debris field. "AAAARRRRROOOOOOO!!!!!!" Karus howled, jumping from his seat, to the extreme startling of both the kitten and the captain. "Karus is vindicated...I'll accept apologies in writing, publically broadcast, e-mai..." "\_CONFOUND\_it, you blaster-head! Stop doing that," Percival said, with an annoyed tone, although he could not help but sound relieved, "My heart cannot take much more of this stress." Ts'Sai recovered from her little jolt as well, and added, "Well \_excuse\_me for not understanding patrolling procedures for humans. How were you so sure he wouldn't notice us?" "No worries, kiddo," Karus said, ruffling the kitten's headfur as he floated above her, "I've been around. You get to see how different pilots handle different situations. That guy...it seems like he's rushing to hit certain nav points on his patrol, then get the heck outta here. Sorta rushing a job just to say it was done. Like I do when Percival gives me waste duty." "I heard that, hound. You are being a terrible example to our newest crewmate." Karus shrugged mockingly to the kitten's amusement, who began to sit up now that the danger had passed. She suspected that there was more to the canine than he let on. However, she also knew it was out of bounds to ask. Despite her youth, she was not entirely without insight. She noticed the small things. Karus was incredibly knowledgeable regarding things like this, how various pilots across numerous species operated, the makes and models of all sorts of craft, and expertly maneuvered the *Marco*. It was not uncommon for the pilot to add flashy maneuvers to entertain the kitten while she was watching from the co-pilot's chair. However...questions regarding \_how\_Karus acquired these skills were unclear. While he never outright got defensive about his past, there were little clues she picked up on. An anxious twitch of the ear, averted eyes, a near but not quite curling of the tail...she could tell something pained him. The name-calling in jest was taken in stride, but she learned quickly to avoid pressing him on uneasy subjects. What she did know, was that Karus and Percival had met a few years ago on Scrap XIV, a 'dumping' planet that's surface was entirely covered in the refuse of the galaxy's residents. It was unknown why Karus was there, but Percival had spoken his reasons quite clearly: "Because, my dear lady, species across the galaxy are WASTEFUL. The \_Marco Polo\_is entirely constructed from working parts discarded by governments, corporations, and so on....that have the \_gall\_to raid entire systems for resources when they already have the necessary components! It is truly disgusting that planets exist as dumping grounds, new worlds are defiled and plundered for resources, and the entire process is unnecessary! The galaxy already has plenty!" Percivial had explained passionately. Ts'Sai also remembered Karus's response at the time: "What he's neglecting to mention on that soapbox is that he was kicked out by his well-off parents, and didn't know where to go. Didn't realize a dump also attracts something of an underground element, and he stands out like a sore tail among criminals, addicts, and the like." She was curious about their situation now, however. Most of their missions were some sort of delivery, this was slightly unusual. They did not usually 'freeform' jobs. "Um...just wondering, since I guess I'm too low in rank to be let in on the 'mission briefings' so...may I ask why we're in this creepy place?" "Ahem," Percival started to reply, "Jobs have been...lacking the past few weeks. I'm certain it's just something of a dry spell...but we've been getting dangerously low on several vital supplies." Karus cut in, "Plus, if I eat anymore protein concentrate, I'm going insane. We need a big haul so I can afford a massive rack of ribs, slathered in sweet 'n spicy barbecue..." He nearly drooled at the thought. "And as for you, darlin', I'm finally gonna get you some seafood. None of that imitation half-synth stuff, I mean real. Salmon, tuna, cooked, in sushi rolls...all of it." Ts'Sai smiled eagerly. "*Ahem*," Percival repeated, "We do need funds, and they shouldn't be spent wastefully. Although, something slightly higher-end than protein provisions would be welcomed." "Anyways boss, tell us 'bout the goodies! Wanna know if breaking 'n entering into the Capital Crypt has been worth it or not." Pervical perked up at the chance to list his accomplishments on this job. "Well now, despite my initial hesitance to enter a restricted system..." he glanced over in the direction the patrol craft sped to, "this has been quite a profitable trip. I've found several full canisters of Xenon which of course, will be very useful for our ship." Karus chuckled, "Sure as hell wasn't too useful for those guys, heh." Ts'Sai looked puzzled. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Take it, boss," the wolf said, knowing Percival's excitement to impart his scientific knowledge on Ts'Sai. "Well, little one, Xenon is the military-grade gas used for deflectors, our shields, essentially. It is kept in a state-control field that takes the damage instead of the hull from weapon fire. For blasters, the gas is super-heated and lost, and for ballistic fire, the gas repels the striking force as it is released. Our...'intrepid' pilot was joking that obviously, finding full canisters implies that the gas did \_not\_work for the unfortunates whom were destroyed here. A bit dark for humor, Karus." Karus shrugged at Ts'Sai's judgmental look as Percival continued. "This is good for us, as to this point, we've been using hydrogen. While abundant and easy to replenish, it is a *bit*'thinner,' for lack of a better word, in state-control fields. The ordinance I've found here is what will REALLY make our profit-margins, however." "Woo!" Karus exclaimed excitedly, "that's what I'm talkin' about! Let's get the word on booty!" Percival himself could not judge the mercenary attitude of Karus, he was quite happy with the finds himself. "Well, at the moment I am finishing the disarming process of six ion torpedoes. Quite a simple procedure really, despite their primer being considered unsafe. I merely have to avoid sparking the electron disper..." Karus coughed loudly into the comm to keep Percival on topic. "Harumph. I enjoy a good puzzle. *Anyways*...This ordinance is rarely produced nowadays, due to many production facilities being targeted in the war. This is a set of six, a mere two, if fired on target, can destroy some of the largest battleships and stations across the galaxy." "Good, good, should catch a pretty sweet price. Everyone loves boom-y stuff. What else?" "I've already sent these up the tether, but it was a full salvo of twelve concussion missiles. Now, the destructive potential of those will not impress anyone, but the rarity of their targeting systems will intrigue dealers. They are \_image-recognition\_missiles. They integrate with most standard targeting protocols, and as a target is kept within a ship's 'sights', the computer memorizes the structural facets of the target. Once the image is entirely downloaded to the missile's tracker, the missile can then be fired and it tracks the exact image it has, allowing for very specific and precise strikes." Karus smiled widely, reminiscing, "Funny you mention 'specific and precise' boss, I've got a funny story about IR missiles." "Karus, somehow I highly doubt that any tale involving explosive, deadly ordinance can be 'funny'." "Aww....Ts'Sai will like it, it involves a feline pilot I met once," he said, looking for the kitten's approval to go ahead with it. Her eyes lighting up and ears perking forward were all the permission he needed. Percival half-listened as he continued to work on his salvage, sending the disarmed torpedoes up the mag-tether to the *Marco*'s hold. It was a relatively simple story Karus was telling, one of a an over-eager bobcat who launched IR missiles at his opponent...forgetting that they were both flying the same model of ship. When his adversary broke the missile lock, the weapon circled to re-acquire its target, and locked onto the firing ship. The bobcat survived, obviously, or else the story could not be relayed. He ejected safely before impact and was brought in by friendly forces. The story itself was not particularly important, but Percival smiled to himself listening to the wolf's enthusiasm and embellishments. Ts'Sai too, he assumed, was bright-eyed and excited to hear the story. It reaffirmed to the scavenging 'coon that it was a good decision to bring Ts'Sai along as the newest member of their team, despite his initial doubts. The effect the little kitten had on the often-bitter Karus was worth it. It took Percy's mind back to how they found Ts'Sai, about 10 months ago. He and Karus were transporting some construction materials for an easy job, when he noticed an abnormality on a sensor sweep. After electing to dangerously descend to a frozen, stormy world, they found little Ts'Sai, the sole survivor of a colony transport. Karus had ripped the black box out of the ship before their hasty departure with the kitten, and they learned that the ship had been hit by pirates, who weren't willing to follow their prey to such a hazardous world. The survivors of the crash had activated their faint emergency beacon, and spent their final, frigid days attempting to save their young. Ts'Sai was the last of the litter. Percival initially wanted to take Ts'Sai to an orphanage, find a surrogate home, anything but take her along. He had no dislike of her, but... life aboard the \_Marco Polo\_was not necessarily a safe one. Karus insisted, however. His specific argument, as Percival recalled, was, "You wanna save the freakin' galaxy but can't be bothered to just save her!?" That outburst wasn't quite enough to convince him otherwise, but over the weeks, he saw how Karus adapted to having her onboard. He took her on as a younger sister, started showing her how the ship worked, told her old stories. The experienced wolf was never very specific about where his stories or experience came from, but nevertheless, Karus was far more stable, and clearly happy, with Ts'Sai around. That was the final sell for Percival. The torpedoes fully transferred, the raccoon listened in to hear Ts'Sai's giggles at Karus's re-enactment of past encounters. Looking for his next bit of salvage, he caught a glimpse of a glow in his peripheral vision. Turning to see it, and once again zooming in as much as possible, his heart jumped again into his throat. He spoke, over a dry mouth, "K-k-Karus? Sorry to interrupt...Our 'friend' is coming back...at quite an increased speed." Karus groaned frostily, ending his presentations for Ts'Sai. Looking at the numerous sensor-cams, he noticed the Terran patrol again. It was moving faster this time. \_Much\_faster. The glow that caught Percival's attention was the craft engaging it's booster engines, for a sustained amount of time. To Karus's annoyance, Percival was whispering over the comms again, "Do you think he has seen us?" "Stop whispering," the wolf said, analyzing the craft's movements. "If he didn't see us at a few kilometers, he didn't see us at over twenty-thousand. And that speed...full sustained boosters? You don't do that unless you're chasing someone in sight...or running from something." Karus considered the trajectory the craft was travelling away from, and figured the appropriate sensor-cam. "*Marco*," he said, addressing the ship's V.I., "Drop all cams except aft gamma-3. Re-route available power to it and set for max zoom." The array of cameras flickered, and went dead. Then one lit back up and shot forward in its picture, enhancing with more battery power available. It settled on an image of an immensely vast ship just outside the ring. It would be indistinguishable from the scattered hulks of the ring, as it was worn, torn, with numerous hull breaches and leaking a plethora of dark-colored gasses. This ship however, was fully powered, and moving along the ring to the \_Marco's\_position. Karus brushed his weightless, unkempt mane from his eyes to make sure he was really seeing what he thought. "Oh,*shit*!" Karus exclaimed, pulling himself to the control panel. He became a blur of motion, pulling various levers and flipping switches, to quickly start-up the *Marco*. "Wh--What is that?" Ts'Sai asked nervously. Percival began to panic seeing the guide lights start up all over his craft. "Karus! What the devil do you think you're doing?! The blasted patrol will see us!" Over Percival's complaining and Ts'Sai's constant questioning, Karus continued in the start-up sequence silently. The hum of the reactor filled the ship, and a creaking noise echoed in the hull as the turbines started up. Karus swiftly grasped his holo-visor, and clasped it to his left ear. He tapped it to activate, and an opaque cyan rectangle covered his eye, giving him vital statistics of the ship and relevant sensor information. "The Terrans won't be stopping for us, Percival," Karus said in a serious, foreboding tone. Almost simultaneously, the Terran ship sailed past without a moment's hesitation, travelling at speeds far too dangerous for a hazardous environment like this. "What exactly did you see?" he asked tenatively. "Vultures. Dreadnaught. Closing." Karus said brokenly, initiating the final sequence as the reactor clambered to life. The panic that had taken the raccoon earlier was now replaced. Strangely enough, it almost seemed to calm him. Whereas the previous threat was one of legality and fear of getting caught, the danger posed by Vultures was merely one between life and death. The simplicity of the situation made it easier to stay collected, the only priority was getting out, immediately. "Pull me in, pilot. Prepare for immediate evasive action and departure from the system." "That's the plan, boss," Karus answered. Ts'Sai finally had enough. She could not take being ignored any longer. "PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!" She shouted, pawing at Karus's shoulder, "What are Vultures?! Why is everyone freaking out!?" The canine half turned towards her and leaned to the comm system, "Pulling you in now, Percy. Leaving grav off 'till the haul is stowed," and then he completed his turn towards the flustered kitten. "The War affected everyone in the galaxy, kiddo. And typically not for the better. 'Vulture' is the common name most of the 'civil' galactic community has given to raiders from Veratek, a planet hit hard with bio-weapons about twenty years ago." He glanced out the canopy to see Percival being reeled in as panels flickered to life around him, creating an eerie glow to Ts'Sai given his demeanor. "It was an Avian-owned planet. Most of the population died right then and there...but about a fifth of 'em didn't. And they went berserk. Totally freakin' insane. No one knows if it's from the effects of the virus, or 'cause they saw their planet turned into a hellhole around them." Ts'Sai backed away a bit, frightened by the pilot's dark tone, as well as the fact that she had never seen anything that got him so serious before. She curled into the co-pilot's chair and pulled her blankets even tighter as Karus continued. "You can always tell a Vulture ship. They don't build new ones anymore, they're either the original ones they left with or ones they...'acquire.' They don't particularly care for safety or repairs," he said, gesturing towards the image of the titanic dreadnaught, and pointing out their hull breaches, "and they almost always are leaking volatile gases and radiation. Couple 'a days aboard a Vulture ship would kill anyone...Except a Vulture." Percival's weightless form sped towards the ship as fast as the wench would allow, overhearing the entire speech. He certainly didn't enjoy being reminded of the threat...but understood that Ts'Sai needed to know the danger they were in now. Luckily, he could not see the ship on the horizon of the debris ring, meaning they still had time to escape. A large clanking rattled through the \_Marco\_as the V.I. 'flexed' the rotary engines and adjusted the exhaust ports. Ts'Sai was startled, but Karus continued with the description. "Vultures like to take their prey alive, though. So dying from rad sickness would be a blessing. When Vultures get a hold of a sentient creature alive...They'll torture them, rape them, skin them, and eat them," he said, as the kitten began shaking in fear, "And as crazy as it sounds...they'll do those in any order." The wide-eyed Ts'Sai looked again, shivering from both cold and fear as she looked again at the frightening image of the approaching warship. She was on the verge of tears thinking about the horrors of capture. Karus moved to console her as her eyes began to water. "Hey...hey now..." Karus said, brushing her cheek with his forepaw. He lightly bumped his head with hers, looking at her directly eye-to-eye. "You're flyin' with me, right buddy? Ain't nothin' in the entire 'Way that's gonna take us down. I promise. Now...gonna be a bit chilly for a sec, but we gotta strap you in, alright?" Karus gently took the blankets from Ts'Sai, and sat her upright in the chair. She shivered, but choked back the tears a bit as Karus pulled the safety harness and secured it tightly around her midsection. He rubbed her shoulders a bit, then said, "I'd tuck the blankets back in, but I'll be runnin' the \_Marco\_pretty hot. You'll warm up in no time." He then floated over to a side panel to direct the ventilation systems to flow a bit of heat from the center of the ship to the various outlying sections. There was a faint buzzing in Percival's ear, along with a bit of increased pressure, as he passed through the air shield in the aft section of the *Marco*. The wench continued to pull him towards the center of the hold, where he disconnected the hose. He quickly removed his helmet only to be greeted with the frigid air of the ship, sending a chill throughout his suit, which was amplified due to his sweat-soaked fur. With no wasted motion, he kicked off to shut the bay door, which noisily began to descend. Using the same push from the lever, he floated towards the weapons and began stocking them in safe tubes. Percival thought to himself how he had never intended the \_Marco Polo\_to be a warship, and thus never installed firing torpedo tubes. These racks for ordinance storage were added later, when Karus complained that they could not sell scavenged weapons, as they could not even carry them. He also complained about not firing them, which at the moment, Percival wished they could. They'd have to make due with the only forward facing blaster cannon, which currently had enough weapon battery power for a single shot. He looked to the Xenon-shield gas as he secured it, lamenting that they did not have the time to flush the system to install it. They would just have to make due with what they had. Karus was just finishing securing himself at the helm as the ship's V.I. sounded over the speakers. \_Reactor...online. Engines...online. Sensors...online. All systems nominal.\_Karus immediately fired up the engines and took them on a course away from the Vulture ship. "Ready for grav yet, boss? Not crazy about flying with my junk floating around." The rushing Percival was floating up shafts to his position at systems control, taking off pieces of his spacesuit and leaving them floating between decks. Finally removing his boots, he pushed his footpaws off the ceiling to come to rest in the seat before the *Marco*'s systems console in his still-wet jumpsuit. Shuddering, he clasped his headset on and responded, "\_Yes,\_Karus. Go ahead and engage it. I will arrange for maximum shield rotation, just in case." Karus reached to hit a far away console, starting the ship's artificial gravity field. All three of them could feel themselves sink into their respective seats. Karus had to flip his messy mane out of his eyes once again. Ts'Sai had to cope with a bit of nausea, as she was not entirely used to the rapid change between weightlessness and gravity. Percival was rapidly shifting through systems, ignoring the change, preparing their defenses. A hissing noise could be heard through various pipelines in the hull, filling the state-control field composing the shields. The rapid rotation of the hydrogen would not overcome the gas's inherent 'thinness' on a molecular level, but it was more efficient for the shielding rather than being a 'flat' surface for any impacts or blasts. Karus bobbed and weaved through the debris effortlessly. He kept one eye on on the obstacles before them, and the other darted over the sensor information given through his visor. Considering their options, he decided to question Percival about a potential course of action. "Hey boss, considering that the proverbial pooch has been screwed already...Think we should break out the Bloodhound?" "Is it entirely wise to broadcast our position even louder right now?" The canine considered the risks, but continued to think it was the best option. "With the sensor array I'm sure that thing has, they've already got our exact position and'll be trackin' us. Might as well confuse 'em too while we're at it. Plus, maybe you'll spot somethin' I can't with our eyes wide open." Percival thought on it as well, and agreed with his pilot. He punched in the command to bring the Bloodhound array online. "Starting it up now, let's hope \_something\_useful can be spotted in this precarious situation." Shifting metal plates clanged together and apart in the outer areas of the upper hull. A slightly concave dish was being formed atop the middle portion of the *Marco*, right above Percival's station at the systems console. *Bloodhound sensor array online,* the ship's V.I. reported as the dish noisily locked into place. The Bloodhound was the one part of the ship Percival and Karus worked together to complete. It was an enhanced sensor array, focusing some of the ship's auxiliary power to vastly increase their scanning range. It did however, come with a downside. It also increased the energy signature of the ship, essentially highlighting their position to anyone looking. Easier to see, but easier to be seen. Defensively though, the increased energy signature could occasionally work to their advantage. At least once, Percival had deployed the Bloodhound effectively to frighten off would-be raiders, as they were fooled by the 'size' of the ship they had picked up on a sensor sweep. Karus, at the time, was not pleased, as he was insistent that he could have handled them. With their eyes opened wider, Karus kept track of the Vulture ship in extreme detail, down to number of powered turrets on each facing, projected firing arcs, shield strength, and so on. Percival began sifting through every available piece of information coming from the debris ring: spectrograph readings, radiation, suspected active ordinance...anything that might give them an edge. Threading through the graveyard of ship hulls with the greatest of ease, Karus nearly reached out to fire their boosters. He considered however, that they only had a limited supply of fuel. Not nearly as short as their one-shot offensive cannon, but they could not indefinitely speed away. Using sustained boosters now would mean limited maneuverability should they need it in the near future. \_Not\_using the boosters would be equally undesirable if the dreadnaught came close enough to bear down with its turrets. Before the wolf could make a decision, however, a white flashing antenna icon appeared in the corner of his visor. "Ah...boss? We're getting a hail from the Vultures. Should we...answer it?" "I see it too...Not sure. If anything, I suppose it could buy us a few moments if they're talking instead of shooting." "I dunno...I can't imagine anything useful coming out of trying to talk to 'em. They're just gonna try to freak us out." Weighing the options, Percival decided to open comms to the immense ship. On the viewscreen for both the cockpit and his station, the 'captain' of the vessel appeared. The bridge was lit by a sinister dark green light, and thin layer of fog, most likely noxious fumes, emanated from the bulkheads. Behind the figure was a grotesque display of heads, some bleached white skulls, others were rotted husks of bone and flesh. The center of the screen however, was filled by an imposing figure, a giant scarred hawk, with a filmy and cut right eye. The ragged attire of the hawk was adorned with various body parts from a variety of species, sewn crudely into the fabric. Appraising the two members of the \_Marco\_he could see, Percival and Karus, he began speaking in a screechy, cruel, high-pitched tone. "I have a very...\_special\_offer for your little transport. If you power down and surrender without resisting...we \_promise\_to slit your throats before we begin eating." The hawk oozed spiteful sarcasm with every word. "Ah..." Percival began to respond, taken aback by the image and message, "Well, I'm afraid to say that we have all grown quite attached to\_living\_, and any proper negation should probably begin with that as the bottom-lin.." The gruesome hawk continued his squawking, as if Percival had not even been speaking. "Our sensor sweep shows three lifeforms aboard...I only see the two of you...the other one is small. Are they young?" he asked, licking the sides of his beak, "Young meat is always the most tender...." Karus glanced briefly while continuing on his course, to see Ts'Sai shaking uncontrollably, her wide eyes tearing up. She was trying to curl into a ball, but the safety harness kept her from doing so. A swelling anger rose up in the canine pilot, furious that this bastard was terrifying the little cat so. Knowing how much trouble he was about to get into, he decided to chime in on the 'negotiations.' He knocked on the camera next to the control set and waved. "Heya there!" he said, with a painfully fake smile, "I've got a counter-offer for ya there, buddy." "Oh dear God..." Percival said, burying his muzzle in his paws. He knew\_precisely\_what his pilot was about to do. "You don't get to barter with Arh'rek! Wing commander of the Vultures!" the hawk shrieked, pluming out his feathers, and puffing his chest to show the abominable collection of victims. "It's a goooood offer...You'll like it, I promise," Karus continued, shifting back and forth from his canopy view and the camera, "YOU power down, and surrender without resistance, and I'll board your ship and give you a few slurps on my little...fuzzy...ass." Arh'rek let out a hideous war-cry, and roared at the defiant pilot, "I WILL MOUNT YOUR HEAD ON MY BRIDGE!!!" "Oh, you silly goose," Karus replied in a sickeningly sarcastic, flirtatious tone, "If you're gonna 'mount my head' anywhere you're gonna have to pick a more romantic location than that." The frothing hawk again let out a piercing, furious scream. Karus extended the middle digit of his forepaw to the camera and blew a kiss as the transmission cut out. Then the pilot resumed his attentive stance at the controls. The entire crew of the \_Marco\_was silent for a moment, considering what had just transpired, and what was about to happen. Only the sound of the engines and blips on sensors served as any sort of background noise. "Well, that was the least cordial parley I have ever taken part in," Percival remarked, finally breaking the silence. Karus was about to chuckle at the captain's understatement when the *Marco*'s warning klaxons sounded fiercely. The ship's lighting darkened into a dim red, indicating a threat. Ts'Sai, still incredulous that Karus would insult such a fearsome foe, gasped when she looked into the sensor-cam focused on the dreadnaught. Dozens and dozens of missiles flowed in salvos from the fore sections of the ship. Their side-winding fiery smoke trails gave the capital ship the appearance of a massive dragon unloading its breath on an unfortunate victim. "Wow, that guy is *pissed*." Karus said in a bemused manner. "What did you expect?! You insul...never mind. No time to argue. Missiles within striking distance in thirty seconds! There's \_forty\_total." Karus glanced for just a moment at the missile specs provided to him via the Bloodhound array. The missile had a coned warhead coming to a point, at the base of the cone it had a series of serrated 'teeth,' then a shaft leading to more teeth and the propulsion. "Scorpion mk. II's. Old weapon. Energy signature-seeking. Low explosive high-shrapnel effect." Both Percival and Ts'Sai briefly wondered how the pilot was able to quickly identify the weapon, but it was no time to be asking questions. "Lose as many as you can, Karus. I'm looking for a fix," Percival said, sifting through information. "Roger that, boss. No prob," he replied confidently. The klaxons growing louder and sounding faster, Karus began waving his left forepaw in font of his eye, appearing to pick objects from the air or fling them away. He was actually interfacing with the holo-visor, attempting to find the nearest highly concentrated area of debris to head towards. Finding a wickedly dense field of destroyed fighters, he grinned. *Welp, time to go to it!* The\_Marco\_dove quickly and fired its full booster engines. Ts'Sai dug her claws hard into her seat, looking at the area Karus was approaching. There was nearly no open space to be seen, the dead fighters hanging about looked similar to a metal hive of insects. Cutting off the boosters upon entry of the field, Karus took the \_Marco\_through a series of dips, dives, and climbs, just as the missiles caught up to striking distance. Karus grinned even wider seeing some of the ordinance turn to silent blooms of fire behind them. Ts'Sai covered her eyes with her paws, peeking through slightly. She found herself getting dizzy as Karus spun the craft rapidly to avoid the tightly packed craft. Erratically firing the boosters, a few more missiles struck the wrong targets as they had trouble keeping up with the random, twitchy signature of their quarry. Exiting the field Karus once again fired full boosters, heading towards a cavernous battleship which must have been the victim of a tremendous internal explosion. Climbing into a hull breach, he quickly punched the light amplification command, due to the complete inability to see otherwise. Boosting in quickly, he noticed several of the mechanized pursuers disappearing into the side of the hull of his cover, incapable of adjusting their trajectory to follow through the breach. Inverting the craft, he 'dove' out a smaller breach on the opposite side of the ship, while the few missiles that could follow into the battleship collided in a flash at the exit. Meanwhile, Percival was flying through dozens of different sensor readings. They needed some sort of trick...He found nothing useful from energy readings...or physical cover...*Aha!*, he thought to himself, as he started to fiddle with the settings on the sensor array. Unfortunately, Karus was running out of options quickly. The booster engines could not overcome the speed of the missiles, and the latter salvos were quickly approaching. There was no longer a dense field of fighters to dive into, nor a ship large and empty enough to guide the \_Marco\_through. The last remaining option was to hug the frames of the lifeless ships and hope the tight curves would lose a few. It would work...but only for awhile. "Straighten the \_Marco\_out, Karus. Let the missiles get a bit closer," Percival said with confidence. "CLOSER!?" Karus barked increduously. "Missiles and \_closeness\_are a ba-" "JUST DO IT!" Percival shouted, uncharacteristically demanding. Karus ripped hard to port on the controls, and then tugged back to give the ship a straight flight path. "This should be good," Karus muttered under his breath. Anxiously watching their aft viewscreen, Karus and Ts'Sai observed the remaining volleys closing in. The alarms of the \_Marco\_were increasing their tempo steadily, adding to the intensity of the moment. Both waited with baited breath as the first trio of missiles appeared to overtake them...and then a 'pinging' sound erupted in the hull. The streaking warheads burst as fireworks in a deadly display behind them. The remaining salvos exploded as well, similarly caused after 'pings.' "I merely had to re-route some auxiliary power through the Bloodhound, thereby intensifying our energy signature for a brief 'ping' time to trick their detonation mechanism to falsely think they were within an acceptable error-ratio. Not a terribly difficult procedure once I had studied their tracking frequency," Percival said matter-of-factly over the comms. Karus and Ts'Sai looked at one another and simultaneously sighed in relief. "Next time boss," Karus said with exasperation, "tell us what's in store before either of us make a mess in the cockpit." Ts'Sai nodded in agreement. "I shall make a note of it, however..," Percival noticed a set of six previously unnoticed blips, now highlighted due to extended sensors. "Um, did you happen to notice that our friends in the Dreadnaught happened to launch six fighters towards us?" Karus waved and gestured quickly in front of his visor to 'fling' the specs for the fighters to one of the cockpit's monitors. Both he and Ts'Sai saw the graphics brought up in detail. The appearance of the craft was reminiscent of a three-clawed talon. Three swept forward wings appeared as the claws, leading into the body of the craft, with a powerful engine affixed to the aft. Beyond the specs of the fighters, Karus paid close attention to the formation they were flying in. Broken, scattered, and random. Little coherence in formation, he figured, meant little in terms of communication between the pilots. They would be flying as individuals, not as a pack. "Hmm...Kr'ithka light fighters flying an especially bad formation. Heh, they're prolly out here to corral us back to the 'naught," Karus said, cracking the knuckles on his forepaws, "Now we can have some \_real\_fun. Go ahead 'n drop the extended sensors, chief. Might need the shields. Not much, though, these guys look like some serious chumps." He took the \_Marco\_on a course away from the fighters to show them his tail. Percival re-arranged the power to it's normal 'red alert' settings. He also warned Karus, "I'm not certain why you're looking forward to this. You've got enough weapons battery for a single shot. There are \_six\_of them." "Exactly, those poor bastards don't stand a chance." The fighters appeared in weapons range, opening up with their blaster cannons. Hundreds of fiery orange bolts erupted from the squadron's wings, quickly tracing the path of the \_Marco\_in a bright light. Knowing the little one in the cockpit couldn't assess the situation, Karus explained to her casually, "They've modified their cannons for a pulse setting. Looks flashier, looks scarier, but typically less effective than just firing a standard cannon. Those fighters can only scratch the shields on a ship like this." "Scratching is bad when you cannot respond! What's your plan!?" Percival said worriedly. The fighters would not be fooled by sensor hi-jinks like the missiles, and thus worried Percival that much more. "Time for an oldie but goodie, the 'engine flip'," Karus replied. Karus waited until the fighters were at a reasonably close distance, and then fired full boosters. He took the *Marco\_straight on a collision course with the broadside of a massive battleship. The fighters pursued swiftly, still firing wildly. Many of the small bolts struck the \_Marco*, sending a crackling sound through the ship as portions of the shields evaporated. Ts'Sai shuddered, despite the wolf's reassurance, seeing a faint shimmer outside of the canopy as the state control field shifted gases to maintain Percival's settings. Then she noticed the battleship taking up a larger and larger profile dead-ahead. "Um...Karus? There's a....a...big thing there....getting closer..." Karus was playing a dangerous game of 'chicken' with the fighters. He wasn't even looking forward, he was checking the aft sensor cams. The fighters had not yet engaged their booster engines, and they were falling behind. "Wait for it..." he spoke softly to Ts'Sai. *THERE IT IS!\_Karus thought excitedly. Three of the pursuing craft had their aft section light up, engaging their boosters to close. They accelerated quickly, exactly as Karus has hoped. The other three craft began to back off and pull up. \_Hmm...so they're not all stupid.* The capital ship was taking up nearly all of the canopy's view. Karus cut all engines and continued drifting at a high rate of speed towards a collision with the dead battleship. With the fighters closing once again, continuing to fire, Karus's paws hovered near a side panel... Just when Ts'Sai was certain that Karus was going to ram into the ship to their doom, he quickly pulled a few levers, and she could hear the engines moving. Looking to the cams that overlooked the wings of the\_Marco\_, she saw the engines turn around, facing in reverse. The instant they locked in place, Karus fired everything the engine and boosters could give him. It was not an instant change of direction, the \_Marco\_had built up tremendous velocity towards the hulk. Power couplings and bolts began to sizzle and bust respectively, as the sudden change of thrust put enormous strain on the frame of the ship. While Karus casually turned off the hull stress alarms, Ts'Sai felt her heart was about explode, as it seemed she could reach out and touch the side of the ship before them at the apex of the directional change. The \_Marco\_began travelling away from the broadside, as the fighters sailed towards it. The pursuing Vultures had pursued too close, and too fast. Without adjustable engines, they were unable to stop in time, or cut their acceleration fast enough. Two of the craft tried to veer away, only to impact on the side in a blossom of silent gases, scrap, and fire. The final craft cut all engines and attempted to pull a 180-degree flip, but was unable to reverse in time. It, too, erupted in a fireball against the hull. Karus dove the craft in reverse to face the remaining trio, flipping the engines forward again. He fired up to face them head-on. "Percy! Drop aft shield, super-charge port side, and make it flat for me!" Percival was still recovering from the near-crash. Karus had pulled that stunt before, but never that close. He began to protest about Karus's current demands, "But max rotation is efficient, and all facings shou-" "PERCIVAL!!" Karus shouted, indicating there was no time to argue. Considering the track record Karus had with handling nasty situations, Percival decided to work quickly on the pilot's crazy request. "There! Are you happy!?" Percival retorted over the comm. He racked his mind why the pilot would make such an absurd demand. Shield rotation increased the effectiveness of shields against incoming fire. Flat shields were terribly inefficient, and burned up quickly under fire.*Flat shields are really only effective against a broad, large impac...oh no*, Percival thought to himself. The\_Marco\_charged the fighters head-on, engaging in a second game of chicken. The cannon of the *Marco\_was still offline, drawing the fighters to believe the transport was essentially a sitting duck acting bravely. Karus flipped on the solar shade to avoid being blinded by the incoming fire. Ts'Sai tried to push herself deeper into the seat, seeing a veritable wall of blaster cannon fire incoming. Karus altered the course by few a few degrees constantly, to avoid the worst of it, but dozens of small bolts were striking the forward facing of the \_Marco*, causing shimmering flashes and crackles of gasses dissipating. There was a hissing sound emanating from the inner areas of the ship, attempting to replace the lost concentration of gas for the shielding. "Time for a 'love tap!'" Karus shouted out, "Brace yourselves!" Just as their craft met the Vulture formation, Karus took a split-second dive before climbing, and took the craft into a tight spin. The upper of the two port-side engines struck the leftmost fighter heavily on the aft. The impact rocked the *Marco Polo*, and violently shook the entire crew. Lights flashed on and off, and the collision alarm blared. Ts'Sai was rocked heavily against her restraints, the belts bruising her chest. Percival was thrown as well, avoiding smashing his muzzle against the console only by slamming into it with his forepaws. Karus nearly lost control of the craft, but managed to pull up in time to avoid collision with a nearby frigate that has been shorn in half. For as violent as the collision was for the *Marco\_and crew, the fighter fared much worse. It tumbled end over end, thrown much harder due to the \_Marco*'s greater mass. Karus pointed to a cam for Ts'Sai to justify his course of action. The fighter spun out of control for a bit longer, before being impaled on a large, exposed support beam in the superstructure of a carrier, from canopy to engine. "Alrighty Percy, you can balance out the shields again. I got 'em," Karus said in a self-satisfied tone. Percival rubbed his nearly sprained wrists. "Yes, you did. And...after re-balancing...we only have 37.5% shield strength on each facing. Two fighters left, and a single shot. Hardly a positive situation." "Don't sweat it, I've got a plan for the fifth dodo too. Just gonna need help from my co-pilot," Karus said, turning briefly to wink at Ts'Sai. She whimpered, not used to extended combat like this. It brought up uncomfortable memories of the pirate attack on her family. "Don't worry kiddo. You're gonna help me pull off a pretty advanced maneuver, one I can only manage with a kitty as tough as you. I call it 'the tailgaters de-*light*.' First step, I'm gonna fake out the buzzards." He began pumping the boosters, and waving the course around strangely. He continued to explain the steps of the plan, as a measure to calm Ts'Sai. "See...this is exactly what a craft looks like when the booster fuel is empty. It fires sporadically, getting the last few gasps of fuel, usually surprising the pilot and making it difficult to maintain control. Guessing these two pilots are more experienced, since they're still alive and all...so they've seen this sorta thing before." He gestured again to their aft camera array, as the two fighters were looping back around to get on their tail. "If they're what I expect, they'll think we're out of maneuvering options. They'll slow up a bit, and try to tail us closely, assuming there's no way for us to lose 'em. Which is exactly where I want 'em," Karus explained, anticipating the move eagerly. Ts'Sai was fascinated to find the fighters following the predictions of Karus exactly, firing their blaster bolts silently, but impacting with crackling energy on the\_Marco\_'s backside. "Now, darlin', is where you come in. I'm gonna be working on the sell of a desperate little transport helplessly trying to evade. You will be watching this cam, third from top," he said, pointing at a row of cameras, "and lemme know when one of those fighters are just below the very middle of the screen. Say 'NOW!' when they're right there. And when ya see what happens, don't worry. All part of the show." She looked at the appropriate screen, and knew it was a view just over the starboard large engine. The fighters buzzed frantically, firing rapidly on them, their flame-orange bolts erupting across the weakening shields. Ts'Sai was nervous, but felt emboldened by the Karus's accurate predictions and his capability so far. "Okay!" she said enthusiastically, "I've got this!" Karus smiled at hearing the confident kitten. He adjusted the flaps of the\_Marco\_'s booster exhaust to fire forward instead of their typical setting. It was not exactly what they were designed for, and it definitely could lead to heat damage along them, but was the only way to emulate a maneuver similar to 'break-checking.' Besides, he was fairly confident in Percival's ship being able to handle him pushing it. "Up...no, too far....now a bit right...I mean, your left..." Ts'Sai reported to Karus. "Time is of the essence Karus! Aft shield strength below twenty-five percent!" Percival shouted over the comms. Ts'Sai felt slightly uncomfortable being put on the spot, even unintentionally, by Percival. She swallowed her nerves, and continued to guide Karus to getting the fighter lined up. "Turn slightly starboard....climb...hold it...NOW!" the young Ts'Sai signaled. Karus quickly fired the boosters, and in their reversed flap position, slowed the ship to a standstill. The fighter closed rapidly as Karus set the flaps back to normal. Just a split-second before impact on the engine, Karus fired full boosters away. The firestorm of exhaust from the engines permeated the shielding of the fighter, igniting the gases that composed them as the \_Marco\_sped away. The Vulture craft was wreathed in bright blue flames. The fire itself would cause only superficial damage to the fighter, being created to withstand much more extreme temperatures, but it caused the response the Karus expected. The pilot panicked, being unable to see through their canopy, and swung the craft wildly. It careened and ricocheted off of several metal chunks before an internal, mostly contained explosion in the craft brought it to rest among the other dead hunks. "Now...gonna finish this quickly," Karus said with determination, seeing indicators on his holo-visor warning of waning shield strength. "Bring up the cannon, boss." Percival typed in commands bringing the up the *Marco*'s one offensive weapon. An electrical charge emanated deep in the hull, increasing in octaves before the weapons light switched to ready. The robotic voice of the *Marco*'s VI sounded again. *Weapons are online. Warning: The primary targetting computer has been disconnected. Please re-connect for optimal performance.* "Karus! I specifically told you to stop doing that! Do not refer to me as 'boss' if you refuse to follow my orders!" Percival yelled furiously. "I'm sorry, Percy," Karus said sincerely, "but I can't use the things. I \_need\_to be able to aim manually, if ya wanna 'optimal performance' outta me." "We'll discuss it later, please deal with the remaining foe," Percival replied sternly. The last fighter began to back off a bit after his last wingman ignited, and especially after it sensed the weapons system of its target powering up. Precisely the distance Karus wanted. He cut the engines and went into a speedy drift. Quickly rotating the two port engines 180 degrees, so that they would face forward. He then gave a quick blast from the boosters, sending the craft into a tight spin while maintaining the same bearing. During the spin, he flipped the starboard engine in the same manner, so that all engines would be facing the front. As the fighter came to the center of the canopy's view, Karus restarted the engines, flying the \_Marco\_in reverse. With a quick gesture before his eye, his visor turned from cyan to dark crimson, and he spoke softly, "Betchya didn't see that one coming..." He tracked the target with his visor giving its best prediction of how to lead, and analyzed the fighter's movements and attempts to bob and weave. The Vulture pilot had a semi-random pattern of attempting to dive, climb, or arc away from the *Marco*'s cannon, but would return to a firing position about two to two and a half seconds later. Finally comfortable with the pattern, Karus brought the firing sight of the cannon to match the fighter on its next attempt. A charging noise quickly increased in pitch throughout the hull of the\_Marco\_. \*\_ **FRRRRZZZZHHHTTTT** \_*\*\_Everyone held their breath, waiting.... \** **TTTTHHHHHUUUUMMMMM** *\* A bright teal beam flashed from the cannon on the \_Marco Polo*'s 'neck,' lancing straight out towards the fighter. It penetrated directly through the Vulture's cockpit, causing the ship to burst in a brilliant display of lights. "Oh, the shot is good, crowd goes wild! Aaahh.....aaahhh..... Thank you, thank you, I'll be doing autographs after the show," Karus exclaimed proudly, admiring the view before flipping the \_Marco\_into flying forward again. He gestured again to return his visor to its normal shade. "Despite your insubordination....I \_am\_pleased with the results," Percival said, with a sigh of relief. Ts'Sai relaxed in her seat, happy at least THAT ordeal was over. "What about their big ship?" she asked, hoping it was going to be over soon. "Well, something that big can't follow us in this field, so we're just gonna guide out all easy-like, engage cruise engines on the other side of the ring, and head towards the jump point. Easy-peasy," Karus replied. "And none too soon, either. We're out of shield gasses, with only nineteen percent on each facing. Cannot afford another engagement," Percival said. "This umm....might be a dumb question," Ts'Sai asked quietly, "But why do different ships fire different colored lasers?" "Blasters, honey," Karus said in an understanding tone, "Lasers are for surgery and ship-construction. It's so you can tell when good guys or bad guys are shooting." "Karus, don't fill the little one's head with nonsense. It's due to the various ionized gasses used in weapon batt-" "Hey, can science class wait? I'm tired. Let's get outta here first," Karus interrupted. He took their ship on an easy course leading out of the ring. \_Subspace rupture detected. Terran vessel approaching, the T.C.N. Triumphant,\_the V.I. reported. "OH COME ON!!" Karus shouted, cursing their luck. "Hmm...it appears the patrol craft from earlier went ahead to get reinforcements..," Percival noted. "Yeah...a battleship. And...I hate to admit this Percival, but I'm out of options," Karus said reluctantly, "I'm good, but I'm not \_that\_good. There's no way I can avoid the turrets from either the Vultures or the humans, and each one is blocking the access to the jump points..." Karus circled idly in the debris ring and Percival tore through dozens of displays, looking for anything they could use to escape. Efforts were fruitless, as nearly every possible escape route was covered by the massive firing arcs of the two giant warships. Ts'Sai nervously wrung her tail when she saw the communication unit light up. "Umm," she timidly said, trying to get the wolf's attention. Karus clicked the unit to receive the message, still not looking away from his canopy view. Ts'Sai saw a pale human male appear on the viewscreen, adorned in black and gold naval garb. "This is the T.C.N. *Triumphant*, hailing cargo transport, *Marco Polo.* You are in violation of Terran Conglomorate space, and your vessel is to be impounded. We are aware of a pirate presence in the area, and will be moving to deal with them shortly. You are to move to these coordinates," he said mechanically, pointing to holo-displays appearing on the screen, "and await the boarding of your ship. Any other action will result in being fired upon. You will be given a military tribunal to determine your crimes, with a minimum sentence of 5 years hard labor, to a maximum sentence of death. Cooperation will be-" "Piss off," Karus said brashly, finally turning to the camera, and turned off the comm unit. "I really wish you hadn't done that," Percival said, "Surrender is looking...oh, drat. Appears the Vultures are hailing us again as well." Karus impatiently clicked the unit on a second time, and not waiting for a response said, "What the hell do you want chicken-shit?!" The grim war-hawk Arh'rek cackled and said, "Seems you are caught between a rock and a hard place, puppy. Will it end with a quick execution by the Terrans or as our dinner guest? I can at least promise to preserve your corpse better than the Terrans, who'll surely dump it out an airlock." "How 'bout you and the humans go blow each other...up," Karus said, pausing for emphasis, "And we'll show ourselves out. Besides, I just done frying six of your turkeys, that'll last for awhile." The pilot clicked off the comms unit again, before the enraged monster could list all of his threats. "Must you antagonize our enemies, Karus? I'd rather not have them after us with a vengeance. Especially when we appear to have no escape route," Percival said despondently. "Well...I think I just thought of something, boss. Wanna run it by ya," Karus said, a sly grin appearing across his muzzle, "How 'bout we try threading the eye of the needle?" Karus tapped a screen to send Percival the image of the binary pair in the center of the system. "Are you suggesting...that we attempt to fly in-between Achilles and Hector?" Percival asked, stunned from the proposition. "Yuuuuup," the pilot replied, "Too big for those warships, and there's no way for their auto-targetting to follow us so close to that much heat 'n radiation. They'll have to take the long way around, and by then, we'll be long gone out the jump point." "Well, yes, but...You \_do\_realize those coronas are much hotter than the stars themselves. We would have absolutely no margin for error...." Ts'Sai looked at the sensor display, and noted the two large red objects on a course for their position in the ring. "Um, guys? Could you make up your minds? 'Cause I think those two big red thingys are coming for the little green thingy." "Boss?" Karus asked impatiently, tapping his footpaw on the floor. Percival's paws flew, typing in a few dozen calculations...And saw that their odds of surviving such a course were slightly below twenty-five percent. Marginally better than their odds of attempting to outrun them on cruise engines, or attempting to slip through their firing arcs. "Take us out, Karus," Percival said, still nervous about the idea, "Going to paint the trajectory you'll need to follow to avoid melting us." Karus smiled, and turned to wink as Ts'Sai. "Ready for one of the dumbest maneuvers you've ever seen?" She looked at him wide-eyed and confused, unable to comprehend the wolf's excitement at the incredibly dangerous task. Karus turned the throttle to the max, and took a dead-set course for the middle of the binary pair. Debris sailed by quickly as Ts'Sai continued to wring her tail nervously at each near-collision. The pilot gestured emphatically with his off-paw before his visor to bring up a feasible corridor between the hulks, the holo-images swiftly changing along the displays of the canopy. Then, the displays turned green as an exit course was found. "Got it! Cruise engines in three...two-" Karus said excitedly. "Wait! Cruise engines drop our shields and we're not out of the ri-" Percival tried to cut in. "...one!" Karus shouted, pulling back hard on the lever to engage their full cruising engines. The debris outside the \_Marco\_became an indecipherable blur to the little kitten, as she and the others were pulled back into their seats, due to the artificial gravity lagging a bit behind the sudden shift in velocity. Karus carefully guided the craft in wide arcs to follow the nav-squares his visor set up on the canopy display. The squares were becoming narrower and narrower, taking the ship perilously close to many chunks of scrap. Unable to see the danger, Percival found himself holding his breath just looking at the sensor data of how many objects they were sailing by, and how close they were getting. Some of the blips he could see getting within one-hundred meters. To Ts'Sai, the whizzing vortex of inert metal was dizzying, and she had no idea how the wolf was managing. Karus was just having a blast, enjoying the break-neck speeds and chance at showing off. Just as suddenly as the show began, it ended. The \_Marco\_sailed swiftly out of the debris ring towards the stars in the center of the system. They were still travelling just as fast, but without the frame of reference of the junk, it was difficult for the observing kitten to tell. What she could ascertain, however, was that they were not within the cover of the scraps anymore, and the two large red blips on the sensor display were moving much more quickly towards their position. "Ah, Karus? Those red thingys are coming at us even faster now..." she said softly, gesturing at the screen. Karus's grin began to disappear as he noticed what Ts'Sai was pointing out. "Huh," Karus said nonchalantly, "looks like I pissed those types off more than I thought. They're engaging \_their\_cruise engines to intercept us...both of 'em..." He quickly waved through a few displays and brought up both capital ships on opposite displays. After seeing the numbers, his eyes widened as he came to a terrible discovery. "Uh, boss!? We gotta go faster. Like, a \_lot\_faster, those ships are going full cruise right here. We gotta hit the outskirts of those coronas before they get here or we're gonna get caught in some pretty wicked cross-fire." The frustrated Percival was working tirelessly on the calculations for their vector between the stars. Many factors needed to be considered, such as solar flares, the gravitational effects of going towards and away from the gravity wells...He had to plan the approach perfectly or else they would be incinerated from the intense, invisible heat of the stars' coronas or ripped apart by the extreme gravity. "I'm a bit busy right now, pilot! Planning a course between stars isn't as easy as a simple planetary approach or navigating through a nebula! There are hundreds of fac-" "None of which matter if we get shot first! Those cap ships are gonna be on us any second!" Karus barked angrily. "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, WOLF!? The reactor is already at 100% output!" Percival shot back, frustrated at the interruptions. "Overclock the damn thing!" he shouted, preparing to take evasive actions against the approaching capital craft. The calculating raccoon looked away from his math and saw the incredible velocities of the pursuing vessels. Reluctantly, he concurred with the wolf. They would be caught directly in the middle of the impending broadside if their speed was not increased. He took out a small side console, and with the utmost precision, slid the indicator bar for reactor output into the red. "I've just increased our reactor output to 105%...And we're flying between stars...You know, Karus, there's a very likely chance we are going to cook from both the inside \_and\_outside." The pilot intended to answer sarcastically, but was interrupted by a high-pitched screech from Ts'Sai. The Vulture dreadnaught quickly zipped into the canopy's before coming to a very quick stop. The sensor cams showed the Terran battleship appearing right behind their position, both of the massive cruisers preparing to unleash a broadside upon the other, with the \_Marco\_caught right in the middle. Karus growled on instinct while taking the craft into an extremely tight barrel-roll, 'corkscrewing' around the dreadnaught just as both of the cruisers opened fire. A torrential firestorm of flame-orange bolts erupted from nearly a hundred points on the Vulture craft, and the Terran's return-fire could be seen on the aft-viewscreens as a literal sea of bright blue blaster cannon fire. The dwarfed transport evaded the fire on its spiraling course, missing a collision with the dreadnaught by a hair. Ts'Sai could actually make out details on the massive ship from the canopy view in the short moments it took to pass the ship. She saw corpses strewn about the hull, cruelly rigged together with various tethers, shredded hull breaches, and noxious gasses escaping. Karus flipped the \_Marco\_right-side up and headed towards the narrow pathway between the star's coronas. A series of holo-buoys appeared as green rectangles on the canopy. "This should be the proper course to avoid being incinerated," Percival announced. He looked to his sensor readings and added, "Entering the periphery of coronas in three...two...one!" Ts'Sai and Karus saw a thin shimmer around the canopy as they broke through invisible, super-heated gasses. The sensor displays began to grow a bit fuzzier, and the cameras turned to static. Percival's entire sensor reading display shorted out. Percival spoke again over the comm, "It's to be expected, our proximity to the stars' radiation has temporarily brought our sensor array down. That's why it was so important to plot this trajectory before entering the perimeter of the stars." Karus nodded to himself, and found the controls to be sticking a bit for him. "Must be within gravity-well of 'em too, pulling us quite a bit. Gonna slingshot us right out the other side of the system...but, uh, boss? Have a question. With our sensors down how do we know if anyone is following us? Or gonna shoot at us?" "Karus, someone would have to be crazy to follow us, we'll be lucky to make it...and if they did...it would have to be a smaller ship, which would still need to drop their weapons for cruising speed. As well as their sensors being just as screwy...can't imagine anything becoming a threat from behind." The wolf wiped his sweaty mane out of his eyes, panting slightly as the\_Marco\_built up extreme heat from the reactor inside, as well as the hull beginning to glow slightly. "I dunno, Percy. You can still fire rocket-based disruptors at cruis...*Fuck*!" Almost on cue, a missile shot past just a few meters overhead, exploding in a spark of electrical discharge. Karus dove slightly to hit the exact corner of the next holo-buoy. "Just fuckin' jinxed us, boss...They're trying to short out our reactor with those disruptor rockets. There's someone on my tail just can't see 'em..." Karus said, frustrated. He kept one paw on the control sticks and unbuckled his safety harness, and began to jiggle out of his flight vest. Percival's mind raced in the systems control room. "I have an idea, but we're going to need to lower the tractor beam turret and Ts'Sai is going to have to tell us our pursuer's location." The nervous kitten squirmed in her chair. "M-mm-Me? I..I..." Karus roughly tossed his flight vest off to the side of the cockpit. He mumbled, "Too damn hot in here anyways....thinking same thing, boss. Getting on it." As Ts'Sai tried to protest, Karus grabbed a multi-tool under the flight controls. Steering the craft with his left paw, he alternated corners in the buoys randomly in order to be a harder target to hit. A couple more missiles sailed past and exploded in a similarly electric fashion. Snapping the tool out to the right, it extended several feet, and the pilot used the tool to poke Ts'Sai's chest, releasing her harness. "Wha-What about safety!?" she asked in a panicy tone. "Kiddo, we're flying between two stars and getting shot at from behind. Safety was boned a long time ago," Karus said bluntly. Taking his holo-visor off, he tossed it over his head into her lap without ever looking away from the path of buoys. "Wear that, get in the tractor bubble, and just look at 'em, ok? Me 'n Percy will get a bead on their position that way. You can do this, buddy, we're countin' on ya." Ts'Sai gulped, but clasped on the visor and nodded to Karus's back. "Ok...Heading down..." She ran back out of the cockpit and slid gracefully down the ladder. Dashing through the sloped 'neck' of the *Marco*, she found the breeze from the quick movement to be a blessing, as it felt like it were over one-hundred degrees, and getting hotter as she approached the engine room. An echoing clatter could be heard from the lower decks of the ship, as Percival dropped the tractor beam turret. The clanging made her pause...but she knew she had to do her part, and pushed on. Leaping with her feline grace down ladders and stairs, she went to the bottom-most level of the ship, and saw the small opening from the tractor turret. She hesitantly approached, feeling immense heat from the area. Clicking a comm unit to the side she said, "Uh...guys? I'm here but it's REALLY, REALLY hot in that thing..." Percival responded, "I know, sweetheart. We \_are\_between two stars, just look at the bogies behind us for a minute or two, and then come out, simple as that." She stood anxiously over the bubble-turret entrance, and gingerly lowered a single footpaw down into it. She cringed her little pink toes as it felt like lowering herself into an oven. Stepping onto the baking chair, she hissed a bit and decided to get it over with and hop in the rest of the way. Towards the front of the ship, the bubble-turret was similar to the canopy, being blasted by glowing super-heated gasses. She turned around from that, to see the danger looming behind. Three large fighters scurried in their wake, attempting to acquire their tail. Ts'Sai screamed as the leading fighter ignited a rocket that was coming straight at her position on the underbelly of the *Marco*. Karus saw the feed from his visor, and instantly jerked the ship upwards, yet not so far as to miss the next buoy. The missile flew directly underneath the bubble-turret, Ts'Sai could see the smoke trail as she opened her teary hazel eyes. "Don't worry, champ, doing great. Just keep your eyes on them a bit longer, okay? I think I can get some of these suckers," Karus said encouragingly over the comms. Ts'Sai forced herself to look directly at the Vultures, able to even see into their canopies with the enhanced detail of the visors. The ships were shaped like swept-forward, folded pancakes, but rockets were fixed both above and under the wings. In the center sat the cockpit, each with a ferocious-looking avian inside. Karus bobbed the craft side-to-side, forcing the fighters to follow suit. With each bob he took the craft out a bit wider and wider until he was barely grazing the holo-buoys Percival had set. The fighters, attempting to stay in their 'V' formation matched the movements with small adjustments to try to dumb-fire a rocket into them. Suddenly, Ts'Sai saw the leftmost fighter begin to combust. The craft seemed to spontaneously erupt in flame, and then quickly extinguish in a silent puff of debris and smoke. She gasped, confused about what she just saw. "Haha! Dumb bastard!" Karus cheered, "The difference in heat outside of this really narrow corridor is tremendous. Get too close to a star and ya burn up." The\_Marco\_was nearly right between the two stars, accelerating as fast as possible because of the gravity pulling them so far. The buoys were coming up much faster now, and getting narrower. "Boss?" Karus asked, "Mind whipping out your trick now? I'm running out of maneuvering space here." "Yes, please..." Ts'Sai begged, "It's getting too hot to breathe!" "Just a moment..." Percival responded, his paw twitching above a lever for reactor controls, "I just need our engine to overheat a little bit more..." He examined the temperature display for the reactor...Just a bit over seven hundred degrees kelvin. Well into the red, but not quite there yet. The holo-buoys were now zipping by, many of them by the second. The corridor Percival had painted was now almost exactly the size of the ship, giving Karus no room to maneuver at all. Ts'Sai twisted the end of her tail tightly, seeing both of the Vultures line up for one last shot. *Reactor Critical, shutdown imminent*, the robotic voice of the ship's A.I. broadcast over the intercom. "Flushing and venting reactor coolant!" Percival shouted, pulling the lever downward. Ts'Sai's jaw dropped, as bright bluish-green liquid burst from the rear of all three of the *Marco*'s wings. The wickedly hot cloud of fluid covered the last two fighters, and their hulls instantly began to glow brightly. As expected, the sudden blinding and scalding of their craft surprised their pilots, and both peeled off, to burst in similar fashions to the first. She was so impressed by the sight that she almost forgot about the heat. Karus smiled wide, pumping a fist in the air. "Hell yeah! Two kills for Percy! Freaking sweet, man!" Percival leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. "All I really want is to get out of this system without any more surprises..." He decided then to toggle back the engine output to safer levels. The\_Marco\_was being slingshot by the gravity of two stars, travelling far faster than what could normally be achieved, even by a battlecruiser over-cranking their engines. The figures of both stars began to disappear from the sides of the canopy view in a very quick manner. "Well boss, all looks clear. Conference on where to go in the cockpit?" Ts'Sai eagerly lept out of the turret bubble, but took her time heading back. She was very exhausted, hot, and sweaty. Percival grabbed his engraved cane, and stood up slowly, cracking some of his sore joints. Both headed towards the cockpit, meeting in the middle decks by the reactor. Ts'Sai gave Percival a gentle hug, nuzzling under his chin. He gently rubbed her shoulders, saying, "There, there...you did a great job. It took great courage to stare down those villains, didn't it?" "Mmm-hmm..." she said, pressing into his chestfur. "Let's not come back here, okay?" He chuckled slightly, saying, "I agree, little one. How about we meet with the hound and decide where we are going to go, then?" They sauntered together to the cockpit, paw-in-paw. Percival lifted Ts'Sai onto his shoulders as he went up the ladder. They came upon a canopy view of the other side of the ring, just emerging from the heated gasses of the coronas. Sensors thrummed back online, and cameras and monitors 'popped' back on again, leaving a view as bright as the mood. Karus swung around the pilot's chair, still topless. "Oooooohhh yeah!" he exclaimed, flexing his arms and chest. "Friggin' showed those shitheads what's up!" Percival covered Ts'Sai's ears, scolding the wolf, "Watch your language, Karus! She's still young." Karus shook his sweaty, curly mess of a mane. "Heh, boss...we just survived an attack from space-pirate rapist-cannibals, and greedy-territorial-vindictive-humans. I think she's gonna grow up fast in an environment like that. Anyways...where we headed?" Percival sighed, and set Ts'Sai down. "Well... I'm not entirely sure. The Terran vessel \_did\_identify us..." "Ah, geez...you're right," Karus considered, "I mean...I'm \_assuming\_they're gonna beat the Vultures...it's possible they'll guess we broke up between the stars, but..." "They might assume we got away, and place a bounty on the *Marco,*" Percival said, finishing the wolf's thought. Karus stood and walked away from the controls, the craft already safely set for a course towards the jump point. He playfully ruffled the headfur of Ts'Sai, knocking her ears askew, as he took back his visor. Clasping it on again, he scrolled through to bring up a map. Checking for the many systems this one could connect to, he got an idea. "Ah! Perfect, we could head to Beatrice's! She knows me...Runs a distillery out by Saggitarius B. It's not ah, exactly a legal one, so...not likely we'd run into anyone associated with Terran law enforcement." Percival groaned, and fixed Ts'Sai's ears for her. "By 'not exactly legal' I assume you mean?..," Percival leaned towards him, wanting him to expound on the station. "Well, you know...A hive of scum and villiany, all that jazz. Paradise for types like me," Karus said, grinning sheepishly, and speaking a phrase Percival himself used to describe the places Karus frequented. "Look, Karus...We just got done with one harrowing situation, should we really head straight into another one?" Karus plopped sideways on the pilot's seat again, stretching as his earthen-brown coat bristled. "I know \_you\_don't like it, Percy...but there's only so many places we can go that don't have some sorta deal with the Terrans. Beatrice likes me, for the most part. She could probably get us into contact with someone who needs a job done, heck, probably even a legit one. Plus, I know Chudnov, the arms merchant there. For all our haul on this trip, he'd prolly give us a decent price too." "Well...set the course, I suppose. I certainly hope you don't have any...\_ulterior\_motives, Karus," Percival said with extra emphasis. He knew he was opening a can of worms by even referencing the 'issues' he had with places Karus frequented but...his problem's with Karus's habits had been a serious enough issue in the past to justify the statement. Ts'Sai was confused at what Percival was implying, and even more confused by the enraged look Karus shot him back. Judging by the expressions the two were giving one another, it appeared that it was not the right time to ask. "Whatever," Karus said in a frustrated, clippy manner, "Making the jump now." He lazily tugged on a knob in the corner of a control panel as the \_Marco\_approached the invisible but all-important jump point. The jump point was a miniature singularity, where if a craft's 'hopping' device was engaged, it was possible to slide into subspace, essentially, the space between space. While in subspace, faster-than-light travel was possible along certain corridors between star-systems, which is what enabled the species of the galaxy to form their empires. A swirling vortex of light began to expand around the *Marco*'s nose and canopy. The spiraling energies of the 'hopper' combined with the singularity engulfed the vessel, and for a brief moment, the crew experienced a blurring of vision, and a sense of displacement. As their sense of 'here' returned, the canopy's previous view was replaced with great tendrils of light, signaling the subspace corridors open to them. The wolf entered a few commands into the Nav-Com, making a course for Beatrice's star base. Ts'Sai, still sensing some animosity between the others, because of Percival's near-accusation, desperately wanted to break the ice again. "Well...that was fun, guys, but...I'm still kinda pooped out," she said with a grin, hoping to cheer things up a bit, "and thirsty. And sweaty. Ugh. How 'bout you all?" "I agree, I figure it \_is\_worthwhile to open up a bit more of the water reserve...seeing as how we intend on being resupplied at the next stop...I think we can even afford a quick shower for each of us," Percival said. Ts'Sai's eyes lit up at the suggestion. She turned to the wolf, whom was still looking away at the paths of light. "Coming, Karus?" she asked timidly. "Nah...think I'm gonna stay here with my ulterior motives." She looked back at Percival who gave her a saddened expression, shaking his head. "Best to just leave him alone for a bit," he whispered. Ts'Sai considered for a moment...but couldn't leave him on a sour note. She bounded over to him, hugging him tightly and nuzzling her cheek against his. "Thanks for uh...saving us, and everything. You were really great." Despite the mood Percival got him into...Karus was forced to break down a bit. He gently head-butted the kitten back, saying, "Thanks, kiddo. Means a lot coming from a tough critic like you. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just wanna chill out in the cockpit a bit, alright?" Satisfied that the hound was not too upset, she skipped playfully back to Percival, and they both headed down the ladder to the crew deck for their first (brief) showers in a while. Karus continued to look out at the corridors of light, angrily clenching and unclenching his paw. He was furious that Percival would assume that his suggestion of heading to Beatrice's Station was only because he had 'ulterior' motives. The wolf was so upset because...it was true. He \_did\_have a hidden agenda at the station.

Dolce Far Niente by Squirrel

It was another late night on Luminous. And a change of pace (from late). "You're so sweet ... like, you're like cotton candy, you know?" she breathed. Voice light, bright. Words tangling in his fur (from her muzzle's close proximity). "Like, when cotton candy hits your tongue, how it melts ... just

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It was another late night on Luminous. And a change of pace (from late). "You're so sweet ... like, you're like cotton candy, you know?" she breathed. Voice light, bright. Words tangling in his fur (from her muzzle's close proximity). "Like, when cotton candy hits your tongue, how it melts ... just melts. You're like that. When I kiss you," she told him, lips kissing the fur on his neck. "You just ... melt on my tongue. Like sugar. That's how sweet you are." Field flushed beneath his fur. "You're shy, too ... did I mention how cute it is," she told him, "that you're shy?" The bat giggled. "Mm?" "You've mentioned it," he breathed, "before." "Yeah?" "Mm-hmm." Nose-nuzzling in the dark. Nuzzling on her cheek. Soft, pink fur ... of her cheek. And his twitching, sniffing nose. His nose that always moved. That was always working. Even when the rest of him was in repose (which was rare). Adelaide stretched a winged arm ... and a paw slid down his side, to his hip, to his thigh ... and stopped. Sliding back up. A wing wrapping round his back. The mouse breathed slowly in. Arching weakly. "Your fur is soft," she whispered. "Yours is softer. It must," he replied, "be softer. How come," he asked, "you're so soft?" "I don't know ... " She kissed his cheek. The room was dim. Nearly dark. But they could make out the colors of each other. The outlines of each other. And the eyes of each other. "Are you sure," the mouse asked (of the baby), "she's asleep?" "I fed her ... soothed her, and ... last time I checked," Adelaide affirmed. "She'll wake up again." "If she does ... she does," was the bat's response, mouthing on his neck. Panting out ... breathing in. A swallow on his part ... and his paws were on her bare back. They had tried, now, three times ... but hadn't gotten farther than foreplay. The baby had started crying every time (from the other room). And it was now after midnight. "Sometimes ... I think she likes you," Field admitted, "better than me." His eyes were closed. His ears at a soft swivel-swivel. "That's not true." "I can feel it. I have telepathic abilities, too ... remember?" They weren't as strong as the bat's, and ... even Akira, having Adelaide's genes, had stronger telepathic abilities than Field, her father, did (but the baby hadn't the know-how ... on how to use them yet). But the mouse had abilities, all the same ... "Field, you're imagining it." "I don't know ... " "Field ... " She smiled patiently. "She's, what, two months old? She doesn't know how to dislike anything ... and, if she does ... she doesn't dislike you. That's crazy." "I'm just worried. I don't wanna be a bad parent ... I feel," he whispered, "I was a bad son. A bad child ... to my family. I had a falling out with them." "I know ... " Her paw ran soothingly up and down his side. "I don't want her to ... I don't want that to happen here. I don't want to be the one that ... " "Hey ... hey," she shushed. "Stop it, okay? You're worrying." "I'm a mouse." A toothy grin. "Yeah ... you are." And a kiss to his shoulder. "But, honestly, darling, it's ... she loves you. And you love her. We're a family, okay? We're not gonna fall apart." Another kiss to his shoulder. And a kiss to his neck. Soft, velvety kisses. Little, burning kisses. And her repeated insistence that, "You're so sweet ... " Field flushed. Warmed ... by her strength. Her kindness. Her desire to shield him. To build him up. Her love. She closed her eyes as his paws clutched at her pink fur. Clutching. Holding. Weakly. In want. Mice were so needy. They were dependent. Bats were bold. Independent. They could fly. Oh, what a fit they were! Oh, how delicate and dozy-eyed ... their breathing! Field nosed her shoulder. Her neck. Their bodies bare and nestled together. Half-tangled in the cool, navy-blue sheets. Paws and foot-paws moving, rubbing. Limbs tangling and untangling ... ... as their muzzles met. Field's head went to a tilt. She sucked on his lower lip, and his mouth opened ... to exhale ... and she felt the heat of his breath. From so close. And her tongue gave a lick and a lap. And he sighed. And hugged her tight. He was not, was not, was NEVER ... going to let her go. Not to any grey mood. Not to any tragedy. Not to any de-constructing day. Through it all ... he would not let go. And neither would she. Her wings round his back, paws gripping his rump-cheeks, and a paw ... stroking along the lower fourth of his long, silky tail. She was the GOOD kind of mousetrap. This was mutual need. Emotional, mental ... ... physical need. Their minds became quietly tuned to each other. Each other's wants. Where this was headed. Where it needed to go. They were in bed, but were not GOING to bed. Not now. Not now ... oh ... " ... now," she breathed. "Let's ... " She lost her breath. A paw between her legs. His paw. His fingers. Two fingers. He had sneakily traced the lines of her furry folds, and sneakily, so quickly ... slipped into her. "Oh ... " Her warm, wet muscle ... Field huffed. And pumped his fingers in and out of her. In the slowest possible way. She craned her neck, showing her fangs (on purpose ... for Field knew what the fangs could do, and what they represented). The mouse's heart quickened. Her paw now gripped him. "It's only ... fair," she breathed, "play." A shy huff ... ... from Chester. With Juneau. In their quarters (a deck above, on D-deck). "Do that ... again," she asked, licking his neck. "Oh, do it again ... " "W-what?" the black-and-white mouse asked. "That ... chuffy ... huff. Puff. Whatever ... that exhale you do," she asked, paws roving all over his back. "Mm ... mm ... " He blinked ... weakly blinked. A giggle on her part. A smile. "Performance anxiety? Putting too much pressure on you?" "I don't even know," he admitted, "what sound you're talking ... about." "Oh, I ... " The squirrel gripped her mate's mouse-hood. Ran a thumb over the head. Chester chuffed. "That's it ... that's the sound." She slipped her paw away ... and to his belly. Rubbing his belly. "Mm," went the mouse. "Okay ... " "That's the cutest sound. I should do a recording of that sound." "You're not gonna do that." "No?" she teased. "No?" "No," he squeaked. A giggle. And an exhale. Chester on his back, and she ... crawling over the top of him. Looking down upon him. "I'm so glad you're okay," she whispered. "I was so afraid ... when you got hurt." He gave a shy smile and squeezed her paw. "You're just ... to touch you, to know you're here," she said, her paws on his chest. Fingers rubbing at his nipples. Chester breathed. Not knowing what to tell her ... not knowing how to verbally express his gratitude. How she humbled him. Juneau had never loved anyone like this. Had never had a mate-ship ... that had lasted this long (for a whole year). She had never come so close to losing anyone ... as she had. How severe had his injuries been? Did she even want to know? Chester claimed not to remember the attack. Claimed not to remember how his body had come to be battered and bloodied. But, deep down, he ... remembered ... he hadn't been caught in crossfire. He had been purposely targeted. They had seen him (the foxes had), and they had targeted him. It hadn't been an accident ... but his mind, his mousey mind ... it built a wall in front of that memory. Buried it. Blocked it. If asked, Chester would claim he had no memory of the attack ... only the memory of waking up in sickbay. With Juneau hovering over him (as she did now). The mouse's body tensed ... as his mind entertained such things. "You okay?" Juneau whispered. Worriedly. "Yeah ... " She put a paw on his chest. Over his heart. "Honey ... what's wrong?" "Nothing," he insisted. She licked her lips, now at a straddle ... of his hips. His waist. "You need more rest?" This would be their first yiff since his injury. "No, I can ... I can do this. I can do it," he insisted. "Okay ... " She caressed him. "If you have any pains, just ... tell me, okay? Alright?" The mouse nodded quietly. Pushing the quiet terror ... to the deepest recesses of his mind. He was prey. Was a mouse. The only way he knew of to ... defeat pain ... was to outrun it. To scurry away. And, right now, he was going to scurry into her arms. Into her passion. In the days since he'd been discharged from sickbay, he hadn't felt safe anymore. He'd constantly been looking over his shoulder. Constantly jerking in surprise ... at phantom sounds. He didn't feel safe. Only with her. Only with her ... she wouldn't hurt him. She wouldn't ... ... stop purring. "Oh ... oh, d-don't stop ... " Shiver-squeak! Assumpta purred. Purred. The squirrel's cock ... was in her muzzle. And she purred, keeping her bristly tongue ... snug to its underside. The vibrations of her purrs! Oh, they could only be endured! Azure arched helplessly. The predator in her, it flared. She was in total control. TOTAL control. The squirrel chittered ... ... as she pulled off. As he panted. As she cradled him to her breasts. The snow leopard was bigger than the squirrel. Stronger. And though she didn't show affection to others (not in obviously discernible ways), she did show it to her mate. He hugged. Huffing from the stimulation (and his recovery from it). Saying, "You're ... you're going planet-side tomorrow ... right?" "Yes." "Take me with you." "It is cold down there," she said. "I know that ... silly," Azure whispered. "I know that ... " "I will only be down there for a day," she said, nipping at his neck. As the side of his neck. "It will be mostly meetings. Negotiations. Talks." "I don't care. I wanna go with you." The snow leopard hesitated. It wasn't that ... she didn't want Azure to come along. That ... well ... she happened to know that Oliver, the snow rabbit with whom she'd bred (nearly a year ago) ... he was going to be at the meeting. He had been promoted since they'd last met, and was in charge of some engineering functions ... or some such. Assumpta didn't know. Only that ... his name had been on the computer pad. On the list of attendees. It was sort of like a conference. Mostly snow rabbits. And some Luminous crew-furs. "What's wrong?" Azure asked. Always ... with a delicate ego. Delicate confidence. Most prey were like that, Assumpta had observed: emotionally fragile. Her mate was no exception. And it did not bother her. For she was a predator, and her ROLE ... was to provide him with strength. While he, in turn, provided her with delicate emotion. With loyalty. To match her devotion. Predator/prey romances rarely worked. But there's had ... gone along well. It wasn't the most emotional of relationships, maybe, and ... perhaps, on some level, it was more a physical thing ... than anything else. But it worked. They shared the same bed. They shared their thoughts. They liked each other. Loved ... each other. "Assumpta," he breathed. "Yes?" she asked. Still hugging him. The squirrel's eyes were closed. "Let me go with you. You're always leaving the ship ... and you never let me come. Please," he asked. The snow leopard let out a breath. "Alright," she said. "Come with me." A smile. "But visits to snow rabbits ... do not equate to vacations." "I've dealt with snow rabbits before," he replied. "We've been in orbit for ... however many weeks." She nodded. Purring again. Nuzzling his neck. So, her mate would accompany her to the conference tomorrow. So, Oliver would be there. So, that would be ... " ... awkward?" A shake of the head. "I mean, I'm not, like ... I'm not one for awkward," Soldotna told him. Pyro blinked. "No?" "No," she whispered. Nose to his. "No, it's ... I mean, I'm not loud or outspoken, and I'm not ... " She trailed. "I'm not the sort to, uh ... do this on a first date," she said. Mouthing his cheek. "I'm ... but I, uh, it's ... I don't feel awkward about it. Do you?" Pyro's eyes were half-open. Were red. Were sensing the heat ... coming off her body. She was so warm. So, so warm. He longed to wrap in that warmth. "Pyro?" She whispered onto his lips. His name. Whispered it onto his lips. They were standing, clothing round their ankles ... or in a pile on the floor. "You don't feel awkward about this, do you? We can stop ... " The wolf shook his head. Slowly. Uncertain, but ... in a way, totally certain. Saying, "No, I don't wanna stop." He breathed deeply through the nose. His strong nose. Detecting her particular scent (and his own). Detecting arousal. Arousal that was ... more than instinctual. Rather, it was ... necessary. It was need. And wasn't there something spiritual in neediness? In satisfying each other's needs? Didn't it take a special connection ... to properly do that? Did they have a connection? "I think," he said aloud, answering his own internal question ... " ... that I like you very much." "Why?" she flushed, arms around his lower back. Swaying with him. In a slow, slow circle. On the carpet near the couch. In her quarters (for his own quarters were rather bare and sterile ... he had guest quarters, and no possessions to decorate it with). "You're just ... so stable." A giggle. "Stable?" "For a rodent." "Huh ... well ... " "I'm teasing," he said, nipping at her neck. And moving to bite at her shoulder. With his teeth. But not enough to hurt her. Just enough to provide a little love-bite ... a little pressure. "No, you're very ... honest and open and ... genuine." "Lots of furs are." A shake of the head. "No ... no, they're not. Anyway, you're very friendly." "Pyro ... " "No, I'm new here. I'm ... different. I'm an outsider. But you've talked with me, and ... flirted," he said, ears turning hot, "with me. You aren't afraid of me." "No one's afraid of you." A pause. A smile. "Or do you want them to be?" "They're not afraid of me, but ... they avoid me." "Pyro," she said again. "I like you," he said again. And a pause. "What am I ... what are we getting at again?" Another nip. To her other shoulder. The chipmunk craned her neck. Chittering softly. "Um, we're ... we've just had our first date," she said ... their date having been, basically, a meal in the mess hall. A walk in a forest in the simulation room. And then a walk around the ship, and some star-gazing in the observation lounge (on B-deck). And, then, they'd ... wound up back her. At her quarters. In her quarters. In the fur. Looking at each other. At each other's eyes. "We've just had our first date," Soldotna repeated, swallowing. Breathing lightly. "And, uh ... oh, wow ... wh-what ... " A giggle. Pyro was nibbling on her neck again. Nibble-nibble ... "Are you ... a mouse, or a ... a wolf? Nibbling ... like that ... " "Oh, I can bite," he promised. A gleam in his red eyes. A glow. "Not too hard, I hope," she said, as he gnaw-gnawed on her paws. Softly, softly ... with his teeth, but ... not hard. Nibbling again. "You're making it very hard for me to concentrate," she accused, her knees beginning to buckle. Her chipmunk tail wagging a bit. As his wolf tail wagged. Wag-wagged ... brushing about in the air. And his innocent counter was, "Am I?" "Y-yes ... " Her paws clutched at his sides. "I was, uh ... trying to ... I mean, wonder about our potential." "Potential ... " "To be mates," she whispered. Very lightly. "I mean ... that's our aim, right? That's what we're looking for, right? We don't just want a quick ... yiff. I mean, we want a lot more ... right?" she breathed. The wolf nodded quietly. "So, I mean ... why not?" "Do you want me to answer that?" he asked seriously. Red eyes harboring ... secrets. From his universe. From his past. "You don't really know me." "Then it's ... an adventure," she whispered. Gripping his tail-base. Tugging. Stroking the length of his tail, and slowly turning him around ... " ... but we'll never find out, you know, if it can work ... unless we try. Unless we give it a go." "So, you're asking me," he reiterated, "to be your mate?" "Too aggressive?" she asked, smiling. "Would YOU rather ask?" "I am the male." "Ah, but you're prey, aren't you? Like me." A chuckle. "But I'm not a rodent." "You're not making sense," she breathed, kissing his shoulder, and turning him back around (so that they were facing). And kissing his lips. "I'm not making sense, either, so ... I guess ... just yes or no, Pyro ... let me know." The little growl from his throat, and the way he kissed her then ... wet, passionate, tilted ... falling with her, stumbling with her ... to the couch. The kiss was his answer. The kiss ... ... traveled down his chest. To his belly. Kiss, kiss ... and stopping. Panting. "Wren," she panted. "Y-yeah ... ?" "I don't know," Rella confessed. "I just wanted to say your name. I like ... your name. I like saying it. I like how it sounds," she said, "when I breathe it." She resumed her kissing of him. All around his belly, and ... to his squirrel-hood. Which she kissed. Which she sucked ... a tiny bit. Stopping. Sitting up. Moving at a shimmy ... over him, laying down atop of him. His paws hugged her from below. Lovingly. "I'm so glad you're taking it easier," she told him. Eyes just inches from his own. The two squirrels, the captain and the second officer ... in his ready room. Doors locked. Lights off. Dim lighting coming from the glow of the planet below. And the lights of the station to which Luminous was docked. Starry lights! Bathing them ... in milky shadow ... "Well, we're not going anywhere," he said. "Do you want to?" was her question. "Do you want us to leave this system? Where would we go? When we came here, back to the snow rabbits ... we were depleted of fuel and supplies. We have no allies ... only them. This is a safe habor." "Safe? After that attack earlier this week, and ... the constant tension. Safe?" "As safe as we're liable to be ... alone, out in the vastness of space, this ship is an easy target. I know the predators said they would leave us alone as long as we didn't approach Home-world, but you KNOW ... that, if a predatory ship happens to cross paths with us, they'll destroy us for sport. And use our 'betrayal' as an excuse to do so. But they won't touch us as long as we're here." "But we can't make a home on an ice world. It's not ... we're not built for it. Eventually, we're gonna have to settle down somewhere." "And what about Luminous?" "We won't abandon her. Ever. But ... I don't know," was his breath. "I don't know ... I just ... I'm TRYING to relax. Trying to, but I'm ... so much weight on my shoulders. Everyone looks up to me. Including you," he whispered. "And ... I care so much," he told her, "what you think about me. And I ... I'm sorry if I've been letting you down." She caressed his cheek. "No ... you've not been letting me down. You've just been worrying me. I'm just glad you've taken the past few days easier." She stroked between his legs. At his firm squirrel-hood. "You still gonna take the next week off? We can camp out in the simulation room," she said. "You're the captain. You can reserve it ... " A giggle. "Mm ... yeah, I'm gonna ... take some time off." "Just relax," she said, rubbing his furry chest. "Just ... " " ... k-keep going ... oh ... oh ... " Field needn't be told twice ... thought he appreciated the encouragement (always). Appreciated her prodding ... relished it, even, as it drove him forward ... "Mm ... " A soft, squelching sound ... a sucking sound ... came from the spot of their physical union. From his mouse-hood sliding in and out, softly, softly ... through the wet warmth of her femininity. The velvet wetness of her pink, pink muscle ... oh, all of her pink, and such a raw pink ... where his maleness (also pink) now resided. And her fur ... ... oh, pink was pleasure ... ... was the scent in the air ... ... was the bite! "Mmf," Field grunted, feeling the teeth ... slide in. Into his neck. But the numbing agent in her saliva dulled any pain. Instead, shocking his nerves with great pleasure. Her mating milk leaking into his blood. Drip, drip ... drip ... Their minds were merging. Their minds were one. Total physical, mental union ... total bliss ... as they, eyes glazed over, eyes watering shut ... as they made love. As they ... ... rocked together, sweating ... ... moaning. "Uh ... uh," went the squirrel. Went Juneau. "Ooh," wailed Chester. Tails ... ... snaked. Tangled. The squirrel's tail, bushy and arching, and her tail ... snaking, slithering. Batting at each other. The snow leopard purred, purred. Purred! The feline's pussy ... quivering, quivering ... ... nearing release. The chipmunk, she chittered ... as she neared her release, huffing for air, asking, "Oh, do y-you ... you've got a ... a knot," the chipmunk panted. "I'm a ... a wolf," Pyro replied. "I ... I'm a wolf." "I'd, uh ... n-noticed ... " "Mm ... mm ... s-should I?" he asked, slowly pumping in and out, in and ... out. Having taken the dominant position. His words asking ... if he should tie with her. Knot with her. "We're ... we're mates, right?" she asked. Clutching his rump ... "Y-yeah ... " She nodded. "Well ... then go ahead." The wolf grinned and growled, eyes burning brighter. More brightly than she'd ever seen them glow ... "Oh ... " " ... Wren," Rella huffed. "Oh ... oh ... " She, at a straddle, bobbed, bobbed ... bounced on him. On the length of him. Bounce, bounce ... controlling the motion. The depth. Controlling this. And getting closer, closer ... and ... and ... ! There! Pussy quivering, a little stream of fluid ... spurting out, running in rivulets down his cock. Wren whimpered. She was wet, warm ... and in her spasms. And it was heaven to him. Heaven ... as he was milked by her. Oh, this was ... ... heaven! Twitch, twitch ... spurt! Strings of steamy semen ... seed! Sowing ... oh, sowing ... Spasm ... "Oh ... oh ... " "Mm ... " Mouse and bat in orgasm. Mouse pulling out of bat ... and bat pulling (her teeth) out of the mouse. Huffing. Eyes meeting. The mouse, after this ... always shy! After this. And she ... always hugging him, whispering into his ear. Little sweet nothings into his ear. Little sweet nothings. Little "I love you's" ... Doing nothing but ... ... living, loving, being. And, now, sleeping ... Luminous now dozing. And the furs aboard ... dozing, too. In each other's arms. Knowing that such rest as this ... was far too rare. And, from experience ... this lull wouldn't last for long ...

War Within Part 1 by BlakeRedFox

#1 of War - This story is for  [](https://tomarou.sofurry.com/) Subi's Hatch day, on the 14. Posting part 1 today. part 2 tomorrow since i wont have internet this weekend. As you can

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This story is for [](https://tomarou.sofurry.com/) Subi's Hatch day, on the 14. Posting part 1 today. part 2 tomorrow since i wont have internet this weekend. As you can guess, this is a war story but I didn't make it too detail will this chapter. Part 2 has a bit more detail so that one gonna be mark mature. Enjoy, and sorry about the cliff hanger at the end. Subi Copyrighted to Subi. Everyone else copyrighted to me. War Within He lined up his aim and he couple feel each beat of his heart; hear every breath he took as his mind gets ready to lake the lethal shot. He took one deep breath and pull the trigger. The sound of the Remington seven hundred bullet traveled throughout the city and he watch as his target fell to the ground. He pulled back the lever and watch as the empty shell jumped out and landed by his right arm. He smiled and stood up, and turned around, before someone called him on the radio. "Sergeant Subi, were are you?" Subi grabbed his com link and held it close to his mouth, "I just killed their Sargent, I will meet you and the rest of the squad at the rendezvous point." "Yes sergeant Subi. And sir?" "What is it private?" "Why are we doing this again?" "This isn't the time and place to talk about that, I will tell you at the rendezvous point." "Understood, Delta out." With that, Subi quickly worked his way off the roof and flew close to the ground, making sure he stayed out of view of any snipers. Subi is a dirty white dragon with lots of small but sharp purple lines cutting across his body. He was about five feet, four inches, with long black hair, that he tied in a poly tail with a red bow holding it together. He flew quickly and stealthy, making sure he stayed in the shadows. He could see the rendezvous point and he stop flying and landed softly in the shadows and walked to the hideout, the now abandon warehouse. Subi silently walked inside the warehouse but notice the lights were off. "Guess they aren't here yet." Subi turn on the lights and turned around, but as he turned around, he was smack across the head before falling to the ground unconscious. \~Delta\~ "Where is he? He wasn't that far from here, he should be here by now." "Relax, it Sargent Subi we are talking about. If he got into trouble, he can get out of it fast." "What makes you so sure Felix?" "Because I been in his group for years, he can defend himself." "Just because he been in the military for years?" "First he a dragon, and second, he the youngest sergeant major we ever had. He proved himself thousands of times. He can't fail, and won't fail." "So, what if something happened to him Felix?" "Fine, we will contract him on the radio. Those that makes you feel better Stephan." "Yes, now called him." Felix grabbed his com link and called for Subi. "Sergeant major, where are you?" There was no response, just dead silence. Felix tried again and waited for a minute but still got no response. Stephan walked up to Felix, "Well?" "There no response." "Get a hold of his coordinates, we are going after him." "Right away." \~Subi\~ Subi stirred and slowly lifted his head. He opened his eyes but he vision was blurry. He could feel himself be bound at the feet and arms, to the roof and the floor. He tail was bound to his right leg, he tried to break free but the chain were to strong for him to break free of them. The sound of the chain woke up the guard, that was suppose to be watching him. The guard smiled and walked up the Subi, keeping most of himself in the shadow. "Well, well. Look who finally awake." Subi quickly moved his head up and stared at the stranger in the shadow. He growl softly while looking at the shadow straight in their eyes. "You can growl all you want, you aren't going to intimidate me." "What do you want?" Subi demanded, as he tired to break free of the chains again. "Nothing really. Just, you, and your squad to leave or else we will kill you all." "You will never be able to kill us." "That what you think, I have this whole place rig to blow, and I know your squad coming here to save you. Now with that, I'll be on my way. Bye Subi, it been 'nice' getting to meet you." The shadow left the building and as soon as he left, there was a faint beeping coming from behind Subi. Subi tried to break free of the chains but wasn't able to do so with just pure strength. He looked around to see if he can grabbed anything close by that would help him get out. He looked up and saw that the roof wasn't very tall and that he could almost reach it with his horns. Subi thought for a minute and then looked up at the chain and blew ice onto the chains to weaken them. With that, he yanked on the chain and broke them off easily. He smiled and then blew ice on the chains that held his feet. Being an ice dragon, the cold temperature around his feet didn't bother him at all. Once the chain was frozen, he opened his wings and flew up into the roof. The chain broke with a loud shatter and he smiled as he felt his tail being free of their resistance. He could hear the beeping quicken, getting faster and faster with each second. Subi quickly looked around and say a M16 in a weapon cage, that was lock. Subi used his ice breath again and quickly broke the cage and grabbed the gun along with an ammo clip. Within seconds, he flew out the door and quickly made his way down the alley until heard the building blow up, and the blast wave was so powerful that he fell down to the ground from the shock. Subi groaned and slowly stood, as he strained his ankle from landing wrong. He had to make sure not to put any weight on his right leg since he strained his ankle. He was about to take off when he saw officer running towards him. Subi quickly looked up and blew out shadows, to keep the whole place hidden. He quickly and silently moved to the wall and watch as the officer enter the shadows. He counted five of them and he carefully time for the officer to get closer to him without them knowing. He put up his M 16 and then waited until they were about fifth-teen feet away and then he shot one in the hand, which made them all pull the trigger, not aiming at all. Subi laid on the ground the second he shot the gun and watch at the killed themselves. He say one guy still alive and was still shooting randomly. Subi used his ice breath to freeze him down within seconds and then Subi got up, and limped his way up to the ice solider. He gentle poke him and watch him fall down to the ground. He open his wings and flew off again, trying to hurry to the warehouse, where he hope his squad was. He stayed high in the air, looking for Felix, an arctic fox, and Stephan, a doberman, on the roof tops. He keep looking around for them, but was interrupted when he was shot on his left wing, and then shot again, causing Subi to fall down to the ground. He groaned as he landed hard on top of the roof before he end up rolling off and landing on the floor. He struggled to get back up and his vision was even more blurry than when he woke up. He slowly crawled his way to the wall and slowly stood up, using his tail to lean on, for support since his right leg was strained. Once he was finally up, he opened his wings and tried to take off but the two holes in his right wing was causing him too much pain to fly. Slowly put his right leg against the ground, and although it did hurt him, it was far less then the pain from his wing. He tried walking, and he limped slightly but he was still able to move around. He looked up at the sky before he started his slow journey to the warehouse. He walked his way through the alley, keeping the M 16 he had in his arms. He looked around carefully, making sure he didn't find himself walking into a gun barrel. Everything seem fine until he heard guards running only about forty meters behind him. Without thinking, he ran while grinding his teeth, so he wouldn't think about the pain from his leg. However, he wasn't fast enough and the guards caught up to him. They pinned him against the wall, and Subi had no choose but to surrender. He dropped the M 16 and put his hands up in the air. Subi closed his eyes, knowing the end was near. He could feel that same feeling he got when he was sniping. He breathing quicken as well as his heat beat. He could feel his sweat slowly climbing down his head, and he could feel the unbearable pain coming from his wing and right leg. Seconds later, the sound of ten guns firing echoed throughout the city followed by a loud thud.

Track and Field: Part 21 - Demons by TheBuckWulf

#21 of Track and Field Heyyyyy, wassup? So, welcome once again to Track and Field! I hope you guys are excited for another chapter. This one brings the total pages of T&F to 231! Whoa, and over 100,000 words to boot! Never thought I'd make it quite this far. Still, to get back into the swing of

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Red *"RAAAAARRGHHH!"* *Lee comes at me--a blur of cobalt blue fur and white fists, his eyes red and trailing crimson vapors. My heart quivers. My legs quiver. My arms shudder as I somehow get my paws up in time to block his furious punches. The blows rattle the bones in my arms, but, other than blocking, I can't move. He just snarls and fires away and I take the hits because I can and I don't want to hit him.* *I can't hurt him.* *His form seems to vibrate. The darkness around him seems to smolder. I clench my eyes, my chest sparking pain and feeling as though my heart was about to burst.* *"YOU WEREN'T THERE! YOU LET HIM GET HURT," he bellows in a voice that's not his own.* *Those words--that truth--hits me harder than his fists.* *The growling, churning, earth shattering voice that isn't his barks and the ragged pine trees surrounding us snap and burn. The smoke curls around us and chokes its way down my throat, leaving me unable to scream as I stand in horror and Lee bursts into red flames. The fire devours him. His fur and flesh, muscle and bone, vaporize into a black, light devouring behemoth that stretches upward and towers over me. I back away. My entire body begs for me to run. But I can't. My very soul knows what's going to happen, and it's ripping itself apart while I squirm and scream and stare up into shadow Lee's burning-black face. That's all there is. Inky black encompassed by orange fire.* *Then the fire dies, and his monstrous form disappears in the darkness.* *I know he's still there. The very air is rippling because of his tainted presence. The earth cries, and I know he's coming toward me. Then those red eyes glare high above me like two dying stars; the blackness parts beneath them and white fangs glisten like curving comet tails.* *"You stole him. You hurt him. You don't deserve him."* *He repeats that over and over, and each time I feel myself sinking lower and lower to the ground. Or maybe he's getting bigger.* *"You're pathetic," the Lee behemoth growls. "I. Hate. You."* *Tears sear down my face like acid and burn away the fur and carve fevered trenches into my flesh, eating me alive. But I don't die. I can only cry and crumble beneath his sky-sundering anger.* *"I hate you," he moans again.* *There's a weight on me--my leg. It pops. I scream. My face--I feel it falling away. My bare, bloodied cheekbones grow cold in the night air still shuddering frightfully. Those red eyes squint. My body is wrenched sideways. There's a hollow, meaty crunch, and my sight flashes crimson. I collapse. He tore it off--my leg. Blood's gushing out. I can't stop it. It's like a broken faucet. I clasp my paws over the ragged flesh and jagged bone, but it keeps spurting out my red essence.* *"Lee!" I scream, reaching helplessly toward him/not him. It's all I can manage to say. It's all I can do. "Lee...Lee.........Lee......................"* I sputtered and awoke pawing at my face. For a moment I thought I was still there--in the dream. My chest rattled as I gingerly probed my still fleshed and furred cheeks. My eyes were wide and stinging as I glanced quickly to my leg...which was still there, albeit wrapped in gauze and strapped into a brace. My ears fluttered as my nerves begin to calm, but my stomach was still tied into a knot. I shifted uncomfortably on my bed, my tail and rump pinching sorely. There was a groan, and I nearly tumbled from the covers as there was suddenly a paw on my chest. The white-furred fingers stroked gently across my ribs, and I sighed in relief. "Mmmpmhh...You alright?" Sasha. My cheeks flushed at the sight and realization that he was in my bed. "Where'd you come from?" I mumbled, banishing my foul, groggy mood and flashing a quick smile as he scratched his head and ruffled his disheveled hair. He shrugged and his bushy tail flopped across my ankles. "I took care of some things after leaving the hospital," he mumbled sleepily. "Then I came straight here all excited and--low and behold--you were out cold." Shit. I'd lain down after taking my pain pills around five o'clock--which promptly knocked me out. I glanced at the ticking thing on my wall to see it was half past seven. I'd been dead to the world for a while. I rumbled a laugh. "Sorry..." "No, no! You're fine," he said. "I was tired, too, and..." His paw stroked up my chest, the sensual touch tingling across my skin, and then he rubbed my cheek. "I just felt like lying down with you. This was nice. But..." He frowned a little, his ears falling. "You okay?" I chuckled as his grey, almond eyes suddenly squinted tight and his prim muzzle parted in a wide, *wide* yawn; that pink tongue curled before he snapped his jaws shut and licked his lips. I nodded, feeling groggy. "Y...yeah. It was just a..." "I know, Bo," he said soothingly, smile softening. The nightmare wasn't anything new. Although, this was the first instance where Sasha had been witness to it and seen the rough, puffy-eyed aftermath. My skin crawled as the images from the dream flashed before my eyes. Lee...that monster he became...I couldn't help but feel that all of the anger represented by him in my unconscious state was...well, how he *really* felt...on the inside. The side of him from the Haunt--in the woods when he'd attacked me--I never expected it. He'd been keeping it bottled up and I--ironically--pushed him over the edge. The anger overwhelmed him and burst free of its own accord. Why had I been so oblivious? So stupid? Sasha squirmed and drew closer to me, his body tantalizingly warm, and then he laid his head down next to mine. His hot breaths tickled against my cheek fur and made my right ear flick. "You were yelling his name again," he whispered. "Lee." A growl rumbled up from my chest, and I felt a sudden flush of awkwardness overtake me. My leg pinched and an itch broke out. I grunted and reached down to give it a quick scratch before leaning back and seeing how Sasha was staring worriedly at me. All I could think to do was apologize. Why? I guess I just didn't like mentioning Lee--or even *thinking­* about the Australian Shepherd--while Sasha was with me. I knew how sensitive he was about all our twined situations; I knew he was still upset. Hell, I was still upset...obviously. Still, I didn't want to talk about the nightmare. "You're really warm," I said in an attempt to change the subject. "It feels good." Sasha smirked, blushing softly and wiggling his tail. "I'm glad you approve." "I do," I said. My brow furrowed, though, as I eyed the spot on the left side of my bed where he'd been lying. "But why were you so...far away?" He chuckled. "I didn't want to wake you up. You're really adorable when you're sleeping, and you know how I like to cuddle." He smiled seductively. "I had to resist the urge." "Heh," I chuckled, blushing. I moaned pleasantly as he pressed his body up against mine and nuzzled the fur of my neck. A cuddle-monster, he was. Not that I ever complained about it. I enjoyed it, too. "That," he added. "And I didn't want to accidentally hit your leg or something." A flash of pain in the aforementioned limb made me grimace. "I appreciate that." "I figured you would." Again, he nuzzled my neck, squeezing me softly. I wrapped my own arms around him and pulled him closer. I could never get enough of the beautiful boy. His natural, brisk scent filled my nostrils and made my nose twitch appreciatively; I felt his heart thumping softly within his chest pressed against my side, his breaths slipping gently from that button nose--whistling a little, which made me grin. I just relished in all he was and all I loved about him, resting my chin atop his head and taking a deep breath. I could hold him--be with him--like this forever. No matter the troubles, no matter the nightmares--the fears--Sasha always made me feel that things would get better. "So," I said. His head turned slightly beneath my chin and an ear flicked against my lips. "What '*business'* did you have to take care of? Everything alright?" He moaned a little; I felt it quiver in his chest before he shifted, sliding down and laying his head on my stomach so he could watch my face while still using me as a living pillow. His eyes were wide. Excitement? Maybe. He'd said something along those lines. But he was frowning. I couldn't read him. Something about his expression was throwing off mixed emotions. "Uh-oh," was all I could think to say. "No '*uh-oh*,'" he said quickly as if to deter me from thinking bad things had happened. My tail twitched, the curl of it flicking off of the side of the bed. "I'm definitely picking up the '*uh-oh'* vibe from you, babe." A quirky grin slipped across his muzzle at my affectionate moniker for him, his cheek pressed against my belly warming as he blushed. I liked calling him "babe." And he liked it, too. "Well, there's a little 'uh-oh.'" I moaned overdramatically. "I *knew* it." "Shut up," he chuckled. His head bobbed as my belly bounced with laughter. "What's up, then?" I asked, shifting my recovering leg and wincing a bit at the slight pain that followed. That bushy tail of his flicked elegantly as he smirked; his eyes widened and his brow buckled as though he was in disbelief of something. "Mindy made me track captain for the new season." Well, that definitely wasn't the "uh-oh" kind of news I was expecting. It was quite the opposite. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "Congratulations! That's fantastic!" I gave his cheek a pleasant stroke out of giddiness, and he smiled as I chuffed softly and winked at him. "You must take after me, El Capitan." "Heh, yeah" he simply huffed. Then his eyes clenched shut and he bit his lip. "Oh man..." His sudden shift in attitude made me uneasy. I felt his jaw clenching as his head was still perched on my stomach. I flicked my ears at him as if trying to tune into what he was thinking. "What? What is it?" He peered anxiously at me. "The 'uh-oh.'" My throat bulged as I swallowed hard. He didn't seem happy. "Well?" I asked gently. "Uhm..." His tail twitched. I grimaced. His elegant appendage could cue me into his feelings just as easily as his face. The tail twitch was bad--never a good thing: it meant he was either aggravated...or scared. "Come on, Sash." He frowned and his ears shot backward. "I'm getting there! It's just..." His brow knit together and his eyes rolled about nervously. "It's just I know you're going to...flip out." Oh crap. I guess my face pinched or my nostrils flared or my muzzle twitched, because his eyes widened in realization that him simply insinuating that I would "flip out" would indeed make me think the worst right off the bat. Was it Lee? Was something going on behind my back? "Sasha," I said flatly, trying to keep the growl burgeoning in my chest from slipping out. "Is there something you want to tell me?" His mouth moved open and shut in an "O" shape for a few seconds, reminding me of a fish drowning in the open air. "I....uh...well..." "Sasha!" "Okay!" he squeaked. "I'm playing in the football game next Friday!" When he finished talking he immediately covered his face as if expecting me to suddenly explode like a live grenade. And I could have...if I'd heard him correctly. My stomach was in the process of collapsing in on itself when I asked him if I had indeed heard him say "*I'm playing in the football game next Friday."* He nodded. It was an agonizingly slow and pained gesture. He frowned and spoke through gritted, pearly teeth. "Yeeeeaaaaah..." Oh...oh *HELL'NAH...* \* \* \* \* \* \* "Red!" "I cannot BELIEVE you said yes! I can't!" "Red, stop! You're going to fall!" "I mean, you could have at least *thought* about it! Maybe run it by *me* first!?" "Red..." "You've no *idea* what you've gotten yourself into! You've pretty much committed suicide!" I heard him stomp his feet behind me and groan angrily. "Rudy Carlin Kendrick! Stop crutching away from me *RIGHT NOW*, or I swear to God..." Biting the inside of my cheek, I paused and wavered on my crutches, turning stiffly and staring at him standing rigid with clenched fists and a clenched glare. I whimpered sourly as his tail twitched about behind him. The crutch-pads squashed into my armpits pinched as I tensed...and kept going down the hall. My ears flicked backward and caught his gasp of disbelief. "Rudy!" "No, Sasha!" I growled. My chest tightened and my gut squirmed. My crutches and one good foot clacked and thumped sharply against the wooden floors. My leg thrummed with pain, but I didn't care. I was too...upset. "I am *not* okay with this," I seethed. "I...how..." To my chagrin, I stopped, but it was only to turn and shoot him an icy, confused look. "How could you be so stupid, Sash!?" As angry as I was, I instantly regretted asking such a bitter question. He flinched at my words, a pang of sorrow glinting in his eyes before they turned hard and he scowled. "It's *one* game, Red. That's all." I snuffed and rolled my eyes. "Is it? Really?" I squinted at him and hoped he'd understand where I was coming from. "Is that *all* it is?" Of course, he didn't get it. I didn't know why I thought he would. "What are you insinuating? What do you think's going on?" The taste of coppery blood filled my mouth as I bit down hard on my lip. I closed my eyes briefly and saw us all at the Haunt again--Me, Sasha...Lee...Aaron, Trip, and... Ford. Ford...that damned bear who, after my injury, *miraculously* stepped up unopposed to take over my duty as football captain; Ford, who'd hated me from the very beginning and wanted me gone; Ford, who'd known about me and Sasha; Ford, who'd all but threatened me--and who would've fought me if...if Lee... This was no coincidence; I knew it couldn't be. Ford was a total bastard in every way, and he would *not* just let Sasha onto the football team--even for one game--if he didn't have something planned...something that involved hurting the arctic fox--my boyfriend...as a way to get back at me. He was just that sick. I'd seen him barrel like a semi into guys three times smaller than him without any reserve...breaking their bones...and then laughing about it later. Like pour Aaron. I softened my expression to Sasha. I wasn't angry at him--not really. "Sash, I..." "Baby? You alright? I thought you were asleep? The guestroom bed stiff or something?" My father wheeled out of the living room a bit to stare at both Sasha and me with his ears perked. His crimson tail was limp. "You still call him 'baby," Luther?" Dad rolled his eyes and grinned, his thick arms tensing as he shrugged and flicked his gaze back toward the living room. "Yes, Asher, I still call him 'baby.'" "Honey?" Enter my easily on-edge mother...but, no, she was smiling. She came from the kitchen, though. Her silver-blue fur was whiter than usual. She shook, though, and flour puffed from her in a sinking cloud. She was baking...again. She did that when she was upset...or--occasionally--drunk. We had a lot of sweets as of late. Was the fridge low on the sauce, too? I both tensed and smiled, then, as the familiar mug of Asher Crowley peaked out of the den--just his head, seemingly floating in midair. His black mop of feathery hair shifted as he turned toward Sasha and me, ears perking. "Hey, you two," he beamed. "Doing alright, Rudy?" I nodded mechanically. I loved Asher like an uncle, but the black and white wolf/husky being here could mean only one of two things depending on--weirdly enough--how he was dressed; Civilian clothes--he was having beers with my dad and relaxing and being a normal guy; Uniform--he was here being a detective and in business mode only. I couldn't see what he was wearing, and that made me uneasy. "Sasha," my mother chirped, her tail wagging hopefully. "Everything okay?" They had to have heard us yelling. They had to be able to see how tense the both of us were. "Uh, well," Sasha mumbled under his breath. I didn't even turn around. I was still focused on trying to determine what Asher was doing at my house. He disappeared back into the living room, though, and then came back into the hallway draining a bottle of Heineken. The light from the hallway cast a green sheen over his face as it passed through the emerald bottle. I relaxed. He was in sneakers, jeans, and a Georgia Bulldogs tee shirt--casual Asher. Not detective Crowley. He was off the clock. "Mind if I get another?" he pleaded to my father, waggling his sad, empty bottle between his fingers while his tail bobbed limply behind him. Dad smirked and shook his head. "My booze is your booze," he said. Asher grinned and slipped past my mother who--to my horror--bared a feral smile and smacked him straight on his taut ass. The wusky yelped and picked up some speed, and my dad just laughed as he caught the paw print my mom's floured hand left on Asher's dark jeans. "Bring me one too while you're at it, stud-muffin," my dad called after him. My mouth fell open. What the fuck? Sasha snickered a little behind me. There was a chipper "*Mmkay"* from the kitchen. "And don't you dare take a sip of my mojito!" my mother barked, her tail curling up her back as she tugged on her Gamecocks shirt and wiped her paws off on her...sweat pants? Why was my mother in sweat pants? I stared oddly at her and my father for a moment. They both seemed...\_glowy...\_a little too...even-tempered and out of their usual character. Sasha's curiosity got the better of him, and I felt his presence as he came to stand next to me. He leaned over and whispered, my left ear swiveling to catch his faint words. "Are they...uh..." I shrugged. "Are you all drunk?" I asked, going the direct route. "Nooooooooooooo," my mother cooed in an obvious "I'm not trying to hide the fact that I'm tipsy" tone. She then gave a precious, unexpected hiccup and covered her mouth giggling. "Oh my God," I groaned, my head lolling forward. "*I'm* just mellowed out," my father said, trying to be reassuring. He then gestured toward my mom who was gliding back toward the kitchen, her tail waving lazily. "She's just never been able to hold her liquor." There was another yelp from the kitchen, and Asher darted back into the hallway with two bottles in his left hand, gently rubbing his butt with his right. "Ouch!" He then winked and stroked the top of my dad's head. "Control your wife, lover." "Yes, lover," my father replied cheekily, batting his lashes. What. The. Fuck. My mind was dead--blown. My tongue had dried out because I'd failed to rehinge my jaw and close my gaping mouth. "Wow," Sasha chirped. He then beamed at me, obviously attempting to keep encroaching laughter at bay. "This is great." No it wasn't. I instantly forgot that I was upset with my boyfriend. "Something's up. They *never* get hammered unless something bad has happened." "I think they're just watching football on TV," Sasha said brightly. "ESPN was on when I got here. I think USC is playing against Georgia." "Oh," I uttered, relieved a bit. Asher's Bulldogs shirt made more sense, as did my mom's choice in frat-boy attire. I was overreacting. "Now," Sasha said flatly, crossing his arms. "Are we going to have a civil discussion about...earlier? Or should I go home and let you calm down? Get some more rest?" I didn't want him to leave. "No, I...don't go." A warm smile crossed his tantalizing lips and he drew closer to me. "Yes, lover." I shuddered, thinking about the heated bromance between my dad and Asher. "Oh, God." Sasha just giggled and patted the side of my face. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with guys loving guys." "But...but," I stammered, completely aghast. "He's my *father!?"* There was a chorus of *WHOOOO*'s and *OHHHYEAAAAH*'s from the living room, and Sasha and I snickered as my mother--wide eyed and babbling "WHATWHATWHAT"--wobbled quickly out of the kitchen to see how the game was progressing. Then there was a phone ringing. The crackle of a two-way broke over the sound of the television as my dad turned the volume down. I froze. Sasha froze. "Crowley--over." There was faint mumbling, some "uh-huh's" and the fuzzy, indecipherable cop-talk from the radio. Silence. I hobbled forward with Sasha, peering into the living room where my mother stood gaping, my father sat motionless, and Crowley stared forlornly into the two-way he held in his paw. My pelt turned to ice. What possibly could have happened now? "What...what's going on?" I asked, my voice shaky. Crowley rubbed the back of his head and stared at the floor. "Uh...there's...there's been an accident." Sasha latched onto my paw for some reason. I guess, like me--especially after all of the shit that's happened--he thought it was something to do with us. I squeezed his fingers gently. "What..." My dad let a quivering sigh escape him. "I can't believe this." Mom shook her head slowly--back and forth, back and forth. "Poor Lee..." Sasha tensed and gasped. His grasp tightened and popped some ligaments in my hand. The room was spinning. I nearly fell over. Asher cleared his throat and began to rummage through a backpack next to the couch. "Goddammit," he growled, his fur hackling. "I've got to go and..." He tugged out black pants and a shirt, a belt. "...change. Shit." What about Lee? What about Lee!? I couldn't form the question. My tongue, my lips, they were lifeless and limp. The two-way crackled again. There were more code words and things I didn't understand. Crowley hissed. The cop on the other end stopped talking, waiting on a reply. "I'll meet him there--over," the detective growled. Then he dropped his paw, shook his head, and answered no one in particular. "The coroner."

Eight-O-Clock by Kazuma

It was a normal fog filled day in the city. Lindo ussually liked this time of day he could walk through the streets and get eyeballed by everyone. He of course was gay like most of the animals on the block. Lindo would wear a tight white shirt to show off his semi-toned muscles, ripped jeans that

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It was a normal fog filled day in the city. Lindo ussually liked this time of day he could walk through the streets and get eyeballed by everyone. He of course was gay like most of the animals on the block. Lindo would wear a tight white shirt to show off his semi-toned muscles, ripped jeans that rode low, showed off his tight ass and of course a rip in the back for his tail. His tail was his most favored attribute, it was long and bushy, dyed blue (his family dyed their fur different colors to coodinate and stand out). He enjoyed being one of the only foxes in the city thanks to the hunting jobs on farms etc. He had finnaly arrived at his destination, The Eight-o-clock bar, and by its name it only opened at eight-o-clock for non residents of the inn right above it. The bar was lined with neon signs with such headings as "The most intense action for gay's, straights, and bi's anywhere" or "Prepare for a night of dancing from 8pm to 8am" and the biggest sigh "No pants, No shirt, No problem". He lived in the inn in the basement which was probably bigger than the grand room itself. Here Lindo could have all the fun he liked with any guy he were to pick up or his frequent guest, Rain Crisp, the owner of the bar and inn, and the presteigous gay porn line where Lindo was the main model. Lindo had just gotten back from a school lecture. He always chose to take the mid day classes so that he could spend the rest of the day in the Eight-o-Clock serving drinks, beating up roughty guests, or getting his ass beaten by Rain or any guy lucky to be picked up by him. As he pushed his way through the door Rain came to join him by picking him up and holding him in his arms. "Hows it going, your late we were supposed to fit in a little session before we opened, but your too late." exclaimed Rain as he kicked open the door and suddenly a burst of music started shot through the doors, the strobe lights filling every part your body, and hundreds of willing customers dancing and drinking their hearts out. "Oh my god, you got the disco ball in! Let's go dance under it please." Lindo said to Rain as he leaned up and got down out of Rain's arms. He then leaned forward and pushed his chest up against Rain and looked straight in his eyes. "And later I'll promise you the grand tour of my ass." "Even though i've takin it hundreds of times, I'd be glad to" They then walked over to the dance floor and started to get their groove on. Under the strobe lights and disco ball reflecting the light everywhere it was quite intense. Lindo thought he would have some fun tempting Rain to his limits before some fun so he pushed his chest against rains put his arms on Rains shoulders jumped up and then slided under his legs right past his wolf tail and onto the back of his head in one slip without his hands wver leaving Rain's body. "Hey what do ya mean by that!" yelled a lizzard in the bar section as he grasped the waitresses arm and stared her in the face. She had asked him earlyer if he wanted a low fat meal or not. Of course he misunderstood it because he was drunk and he thought she was calling him fat. "Please sir let me down." the young waitress pleaded to the lizard. "I say we go upstairs and have a little fun." the lizard said as he took his other arm to grab at her face. "Hey let her go!" Lindo said as he stretched his arms a bit. The dance floor cleared a bit and the music toned down. "Whats a gay ass city slicker gonna do to a real guy like me? Huh?" The lizard replied in angst. "This!" Lindo said as he smashed the lizards snout in and picked him up and threw him out the front gates. The music then started playing again and the regular beat of music started again. "Well well well. Lindo for such a strong fellow im glad most of the time I'm the one in you, and my lord you take it well." "Well lets see then." Lindo said as he put his arm around Rain and ran his fingers down his chest. The pair walked down a couple of stairs before coming to the basement. Lindo pulled out his keyes and opened the door. Inside there was about 3 dressers, a big sofa, 4 chairs, a table, a big screen Tv, a big desk used for his work, and two beds one for sleep and one for play. Lindo then took off his shirt and jeans and threw them onto one of his chairs. He them pulled off his boxers to reveal a pink man thong. "Everytime you get into a bar fight and I see you in that makes me laugh." Rain chuckled as he pulled off his nice suit shirt and sat down on one of the beds. Lindo then walked up to him and ran his paw through Rains chest fur before reaching his pants. Slowly he pulled Rains pants off. "Wow that dance did exite you" Lindo said as he gently started to fondle Rains erected cock. He then started to lap it and then stick it straight in his mouth. He made sure to get every part of it with his saliva. His tounge gently licking it in his mouth. "Hey dont leave me hanging" Rain said "How bout we share a 69 for a bit?" "Sure" Lindo said as he took his muzzle off of Rains cock and laid right down on chest and started to lap it again. He then felt a little weakness as he pulled his pantys down and put Lindo's dick in his mouth. Lindo felt his nees weaken a bit as Rain shoved Lindo's cock staight into his mouth. It was getting verry intence for them as Lindo could tell as the aroma of sex started to fill the room. Lindo could tell Rain was feeling the same as he more rapidly and forcefully licked and sucked off Lindo's cock. "I thought I was going to get a tour of your ass Lindo" Rain said as he took his mouth off of rains dick and rolled him over. Lindo loved it when Rain was forcefull like this, rolling him over and fucking him blind. He could feel the warmth of Rain's huge cock approach his ass. "Ready?" "Welcome to the tour of Lindo's ass, and take all the time you wish." Lindo giggled as he spread his legs apart. Rain then plunged his cock into his ass. Slowly raping his ass to start with then he started going faster and faster. Lindo howled a bit because of Rain's hige cock. He forgot to get his lube so the fiction was heating up fast. "You've moved up a step Lindo, no lube this time, Im surprised" Rain said as he grabbed Lindo's legs and plunged his cock more forcefully into Lindo's ass. "Holy hell Rain, go faster." Lindo said. He felt himself getting close to cumming. Rain did as told he and continued to rap his ass faster. Lindo's ass began to wither away beacuse of the friction and he coluld'nt take it any longer. His cock then exploded in Rains face, on the bed, and both of their chests. "Hmm time for me to have some fun" Rain said as he went a little primal raping Lindo's ass more forcefully and way faster. Lindo felt his ass go numb because of how fast he was going. He felt a knot start to form on Rains cock. He felt it go repeadily going in and out of his ass. He saw Rain start to pant and beathe heavy, and he felt a little strange in his cock. He then realized that he cummed a forecome and his knot was comming. Rain then howled a bit as his cocks knot exploded and shot cum into his ass, stream after stream it filled Lindo's ass and then it stared to flow out of his ass and down his tail. Rain took his cock out of Lindo's ass and saw Lindo's knot. He smiled and started to lick up and down Lindo's cock. Then he plunged it into his mouth and sucked on it harder and harder. Lindo leaned up and grabbed Rain by the back of his head and shoved all of his cock into Rains muzzle. Rain looked surprized. Lindo then let it all out. His steaming cum flowing out of Rains muzzle and down his throught. "Holy hell Rain we did good this time." Lindo said as he leaned forward and pulled Rain down on the bed right next to him. "We sure as hell did Lindo." Rain said as he put his arm around Lindo's back and started to kiss him. Their tounges licking each other and sharing saliva. Lindo then pulled up the covers. He stopped kissing rain to turn off the lights and then he went back to Rain and put his arms around his head and kissed him.

Pins and Needles, Part VIII by Radical Gopher

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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains adult themes and situations and should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen. The characters depected are copyright Radical Gopher. No character in this story is under the age of eighteen. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ PINS AND NEEDLES - Part VIII Victor glanced at his watch for the tenth time since leaving their house. It had taken them an hour and ten minutes to drive into the city and another seventeen minutes to find the shop they wanted. Assuming they could conduct their business in less than thirty minutes and that traffic was light, they'd arrive home about four hours before moonrise. He looked up at the sign above the store. "The Enchanted Realm; Tarot Readings, Mystic Knickknacks and Tea Room". He looked at Gwen. "Are you sure this is the place?" "Positive," replied the skunkette. "It was the only ad in the phone book that glowed when I used the mystic eye spell Sapphire showed me." "Which means this place is a legitimate magic shop?" "Yes... provided I cast the spell correctly. Only a true magic shop would be able to place a charm on their advertising visible only to mages and the like." "Well," the todd said, "legitimate or not, I hope they have what Sapphire needs." He opened the door of the car and stepped out into the street. Moments later both he and Gwen were walking up the short flight of stairs and entering the store. The first thing he noticed was the smell. The shop assailed his nostrils with heavy spice, incense, scented candles and perfume. No single aroma dominated. Instead they blended together into a popery of scents. Victor felt slightly relieved. With so many strong scents filling the room the chances of his dragon musk causing problems was minimal at best. The shop walls were painted a deep purple trimmed with red and black. The large single room was divided into sections. One held several bookshelves, another had tables on which rested delicate, china cups and silver tea services. A third area was reserved for a variety of objects to include umbrellas, staves, swords, knives, mirrors, candles, candleholders, jewelry, and the like. A number of mystic-themed paintings and tapestries lined the wall. Gwen went over to a shelf full of miscellaneous pots and other accoutrements "Can I help you?" Victor almost jumped out of his fur. He looked around and spotted a short, heavily wrinkled Asian woman peeking at him from around the corner of a bookshelf. Her skin had the same, brownish-yellow pallor of ancient parchment. Her hair was gray with a few stubborn streaks of ebon running through it. She wore a black, ankle length dress topped with a burgundy shawl of indeterminate age and style. Her smile was as conservative as her garb. "Why... err, yes! Yes you can help us," the todd stuttered. "We're looking for a few ingredients for a potion..." "Potion...You? Not possible," she muttered. "You're a construct. Constructs aren't mages, their familiars. You look more like a college professor." She peered at him for a moment. "A very young one, yes, but a sage, definitely... not a mage." "I never said I was a mage," Victor asserted. "I'm simply looking for some ingredients I need." "You have a list?" Victor pulled a piece of paper from his jacket, which the woman promptly snatched from him. "Hey..." "Quiet now... Let me read." Muttering to herself the old woman worked her way through the list. Gwen came up behind the todd and handed him a small, though heavy iron cauldron and a crystal mortar and pistil. "Who..." "The shopkeeper... I think," Victor replied. The elderly human looked up from the list. "Black rose pollen? Do you know how rare... and expensive that is?" "Actually... No." the Zorr answered. "It's very rare," she informed him. "So much so I don't sell it to just anyone off the street." "We're not just anyone," Gwen insisted. "And we do have a need for it." "So you say," she observed. The old woman studied them for a moment, then walked behind the counter and opened her cash register. Victor noticed that like most things in the shop it was an antique made from burnished brass and edged in silver. The human pulled out a pair of Pince-nez glasses and clipped them to her nose. They made her eyes seem five times bigger than they were. She studied Gwen for several seconds then raised her eyebrows. "Well I'll be! You're a mage, or at least an apprentice one. Never seen that in a construct before." She turned her attention to Victor. "At least I was right about you. You're her familiar. Interesting how the thread connecting you is so strong." "What about the Black Rose pollen?" Gwen asked. "Yes... Certainly. Just take a seat over there for a few minutes while I go fetch it." She turned and called out in a loud voice. "NIKKO! CUSTOMERS! BRING THE TEA!" The old woman disappeared behind a beaded curtain. Seconds later a young twelve year old girl came out carrying an English tea service with two cups. She quickly and efficiently set places for Victor and Gwen, poured the tea then left through the same curtain. The skunkette looked down at the beverage. "You think it's safe to drink?" Victor shrugged. "Why not. Unless you can think of a reason she'd want to poison her customers." He took a sip. She quickly followed suit. They drank in silence for several minutes before Gwen spoke. "From the way Sapphire described magic, I would have thought it so rare a place like this couldn't exist." The Zorr chuckled. "Never underestimate the capitalist spirit. There's always a nitch for almost anything, if it can turn a profit. Besides, she once told me magic was much more prevalent than one would think. It's just that few people recognize it when they see it. They prefer words like chance or fate." "You've got that right," replied the old woman as she once more entered the shop. "Magic's everywhere. It's just its true practitioners who are few and far between." She smiled knowingly. "Makes for slow business." "I thought being the only such shop within several hundred miles would give you a decent sized clientele," Victor observed. The old woman humphed.. "I wish. Only one out of a hundred coming in here ask for anything from my 'special' stock; and only one out of a thousand of those are true mages. Most are just wanna-be witches or warlocks playing at something they don't understand." "How do you keep this place going then?" The old woman chuckled. "I serve tea, do tarot readings and sell rubes my shelf stock of bric-a-brac. It makes them happy and keeps me and my granddaughter fed. In this world you can't really ask for more." She placed a small wooden box on the table in front of Gwen. "Your Black Rose pollen, my dear. The other ingredients you can find on the shelves behind you." "Thank you," the skunkette replied. "How much do I owe?" "Four pounds, seven for the lot." "You take English currency?" Victor asked. "Everyone's a comedian," the old woman grunted. "That's four pounds, seven ounces of gold, you helot." "Gold?" Victor did some quick calculations. That's over ninety-thousand dollars!" the Zorr gulped. "I said it was rare, didn't I? And I don't want any of that synthetic stuff. Only real gold will do." "I'm sorry," Gwen replied. "We don't happen to have any gold. Would you consider a trade?" The old woman looked at her suspiciously. "What, pray tell would you deem valuable enough to trade for Black Rose pollen?" "Dragon's musk." The shopkeeper's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "You can get Dragon's musk?" she whispered. She looked at the skunkette and frowned skeptically. "I don't believe you. Dragon's haven't existed on this world for a thousand years, and the few still alive refuse to cross over from Haven." "Why's that?" asked Victor, "and what's Haven?" The old woman simply shook her head in dismay. "It's sad to see what passes for a classical education these days. Haven's where they live and they don't come here because they're so fed up with mankind they've sworn to never return until we've wiped ourselves out, once and for all." She quickly turned back to Gwen. "How could you possibly get Dragon's musk?" "In case you haven't noticed," Gwen said slyly, "We're not exactly human, are we?" The old woman thought about it for a moment. "No... No you're not. Okay... I'll grant you there's something here that I don't understand, but if you can get me twenty ounces of Dragon's musk, it's a deal." "On credit?" the skunkette smiled sweetly. "What do you think I'm running here," the shopkeeper snapped, "a bank?" She stared at Gwen with her eyes squinted. "Prove to me right now that you have what you say and I'll give you the pollen and three days to get me the musk." The dancer smiled and turned to Victor. "Why don't you offer the nice lady your hand?" The Zorr dutifully held out his hand, which the old woman seized and examined. "I don't see anything unusual..." She stopped and gave out a long, trembling moan as his scent finally seeped through the other aromas that filled the room. She let go of his hand and stepped back, trying to clear her head. "Oh... Oh My! That's... That's really the good stuff. What the heck did you do... bath in it?" "It's a long story," Victor replied. "So... do we have a deal?" Gwen asked. The storekeeper had picked up a Japanese fan from behind the counter and was desperately waving it in front of her face. She smiled and the todd could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes. "I don't have to hoard that just for mages. I can sell it anyone for as much as six thousand an ounce, and they'd willingly pay." "You could," the skunkette said, "providing we have a deal and providing you don't tell them it's Dragon musk." "Are you kidding? I'll sell it under my own label, Grandma Din-Din's Love Scent. How soon can you get my 21 ounces?" "Within three days, as promised, but I thought we agreed on twenty?" observed Gwen. "We did... but you wouldn't begrudge an old lady her own private reserve, would you?" \* \* \* \* Sapphire was already hard at work when Victor and Gwen returned home. The skunkette handed her the bag of ingredients and they both went into the kitchen. The todd followed, watching with curiosity as they ground, sliced and prepared the various items for use in their potion. "I don't see why you can't just conjure up the potion you want, or at least the ingredients you needed," Victor commented. The vixen gave him a small peck on the cheek as she whirled around the kitchen. "Silly fox. I don't have the power needed to create a potion whole cloth out of the ether. Not since becoming mortal." She picked up a small marker and drew a circle around one of the gas burners on the stove. This she surrounded with symbols and words in an ancient script. "It's the same for the ingredients," Gwen continued, putting the iron cauldron she had purchased on the stove's burner. "Either one of us could spell up the ingredients but their essence would be tainted by the magic we used, and that would change the effect they had in the potion." Victor chuckled. "There seems to be a lot more chemistry in magic than I thought." "When it comes to applying basic principals, yes. Though a mage would tend to say there's a lot more alchemy to science." The skunkette reached into a cupboard and handed him a large mason jar. "Be a darling and go start filling this, would you?" "With what?" "Piss...so we can start distilling your dragon musk." Victor looked with some dismay at the sixty-ounce jar. "You want me to fill this?" "Just drink lots of liquids," Sapphire suggested. "Hot green tea would give you the best results." "Naturally," the todd replied, returning her earlier kiss. "If anyone needed me I'll be in the bathroom." The vixen chuckled, gently patting her slightly rounded abdomen. "Welcome to my world." \* \* \* \* The shadows of sunset had entwined themselves with the night by the time the three furs arrived at the back of the township's small jail. "I hope they're still all there, especially their leader," Sapphire muttered. "They should be," Victor replied. "There are few judges that like holding court on Sunday so they still have to be arraigned before they're moved to the county jail." Gwen delicately placed the fore and middle fingers of both hands against her temples. She took a deep breath and focused. The fingers glowed a soft green. "They're inside alright. I can feel them." She looked over at the todd who was busily undressing and folding his clothes. "How long until moonrise?" "About fifteen minutes, I think. Maybe sooner, I'm starting to tingle slightly." He rolled his trousers up and slipped them into a backpack, which he handed to Gwen. He stood for a moment, stretching his arms above his head and standing on tiptoe. "Okay, then... Here we go!" Victor took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Once more his form began shrinking, melting away into something else. Red fur was replaced by green and gold scale. His tail became stouter and proportionately longer, even as he shrank. A pair of bat-like wings sprouted from his back and he grimaced slightly. That part always did hurt. The dragon looked up at the skunkette and vixen. "Okay. I'm ready." Gwen reached into the backpack and pulled out a small vial containing a thick, golden liquid dotted with black specks. She bent over to hand it to the pseudo dragon. She almost dropped it when she got a slight whiff of Victor's scent. Shuddering, she handed the vial off and quickly stood. "Oh Gods!" she whimpered. "Your musk is even stronger than it was last night." Sapphire reached over to steady the skunkette, wrapping a protective arm around the girl. "That's because the moon is at its fullest tonight, so its influence will be that much stronger." She looked down at the dragon. "Remember... He'll be asleep, just flit over and pour it down his throat." "What if his mouth's closed?" "Well, then hold his nose until he opens it." The vixen turned back to Gwen. "Are you ready?" "I think so, though to be honest I'd feel a lot better if you were casting the sleep spell. I've never tried anything this big." "You'll do fine," Sapphire said reassuringly. "There's always a first time for everything. Just focus on your spell. Besides," she whispered conspiratorially, "I have to use what manna I can to protect my unborn kits. Magic and maternity are a difficult combination to balance." "You still haven't told Victor about having more than one kit, have you?" "I will... When the time's right," the vixen smiled. "You are absolutely incorrigible," Gwen muttered, glancing over at the todd to see if he'd heard anything. Apparently he hadn't. The skunkette took a deep breath and focused her mind inward, once again tapping into the manna stored there. She wove her hands together as the djin had earlier instructed her, then focused on the building. A soft, green luminance traced itself around the structure then faded as if seeping into the walls themselves. She pictured the light filtering its way through every room, and watched in her mind's eye as the occupants fell asleep one by one. "Done!" sighed Gwen. She looked down at the pseudo-dragon. "You have about ten minutes, then they start waking up." "Right!" said Victor, launching himself toward the jail, potion in hand. A few swift flaps and he found himself staring in through an open side window. Squeezing through the security bars, he quickly found himself in a small room filled with monitors, communications gear and system servers. A police officer lay with his head cradled in his arms at a nearby desk. He examined the control board for a moment, then switched off the building's surveillance system. The door leading out into the hallway was closed, but with a little effort the dragon was able to push down on the handle and lever it open. He slipped quietly into the station's interior. He quickly found a bulletin board that showed the building's general layout. Fluttering down another corridor he passed two more cops, both sound asleep on the tile floor. Victor reached a heavy, steel door. Next to it was an emergency lock box containing several cell door keys. Finding no alarm wires, he broke the emergency glass and pulled out the two keys within. The first, a large, flat key slid easily into the lock for the steel door. Bracing himself against the frame the dragon managed to turn the key and pull open the heavy door. Looking in he saw two rows of cells, four on each side of the corridor. The first three were empty. The fourth contained an elderly drunk who snored noisily in spite of the spell effect. He quickly checked the next two cells, sliding between the bars, and found three of the thugs who had attacked Gwen. Unfortunately, the one he had bitten was not among them. A quick check of the rest of the cells showed them to be empty. Victor thought quickly. He was sure the other Human Leaguer couldn't have been arraigned, therefore he had to be somewhere in the station; but where? Suddenly it occurred to him. Where else would a suspect be taken except the interrogation room? He glanced at the clock. Seven minutes had passed already and his body tingled like mad with the approach of moonrise. Victor flapped his way back to the building diagram and quickly found the interrogation room. Reaching the room he found it locked. He looked in through a window in the door. There seated alone in the room was the human he'd been looking for. His head rested against the table. Victor pushed against the door handle and discovered it was locked. Looking across the room he spotted a large mirror. Undoubtedly it was used for observation. Below it sat a large slot through which objects could be passed between the rooms. The pseudo-dragon pushed against the handle of the adjoining room. It swung open easily and he found himself staring into the interrogation room and across the table at the human leaguer. As he watched the man sitting before him slowly stirred and lifted his head. He starred at his own image in the mirror for a moment or two then smiled wickedly. His eyes had become a solid, indigo. Outside the building Gwen sat, focusing on the structure and trying to stretch her spell out as long as possible. Sapphire sat next to her, encouraging the apprentice mage. She looked up in the sky and watched as the moon slowly climbed above the horizon. "I hope he delivered the potion in time," the skunkette muttered. "Whether he has or hasn't, we'll know soon enough," the vixen replied. Almost as if on cue, one part of the building exploded outward. Debris rained down on the two women. Gwen was quick to throw a makeshift shield above them. They both looked upward. There, towering at least twenty feet into the night sky was a black-scaled dragon. "Oh... Hell!" muttered Gwen. To be continued...

On Parole 9 by Vee_Stitch

#9 of Chapter 4: The Trouble Maker Veemon and company 'enjoy' outside - On Parole 9 The smell of dirty old sex and the old walls had very little mercy. Veemon was used to this smell as most Digimon who come here do, not on instinct alone, no they have to learn how to adapt. Veemon lifted his sheet

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On Parole 9 The smell of dirty old sex and the old walls had very little mercy. Veemon was used to this smell as most Digimon who come here do, not on instinct alone, no they have to learn how to adapt. Veemon lifted his sheet he removed his pouch to see his penis had returned. He sat up as there was something going on today. There was no silence. Everyone was yelling and screaming. Veemon got down and was soon joined by Spyro and Croc. The yelling at first was unclear but it soon turned into a harmonic tune. The prisoners yelled, "Let us out." They did not stop they repeated it. Croc said, "Well now, its official everyone here is crazy. The police ain't gonna let these creators out." Veemon said, "I don't think they don't want to be free. I think they just want to go outside. When I was outside I saw a fence. Inside the fence was a basketball court, work out stuff. Those typical mining coals you see in the movies. Some of the time I came in I wondered why we were never allowed out there before." Croc said, "Well hotdog, Bein' outside might just do us some good." Veemon popped his head out to hear Starmon say, "Alight were going out. But everyone has to wear a prison uniform." The cell doors opened. Veemon, Spyro and Croc were last as usual given the worst suits possible. They headed outside. Veemon looked right at the fence. He turned at the court to see Bearmon, Impmon, and Gazimon playing basketball as Wizardmon. They had the honor and respect to have to not wear the prison suits. Veemon sat at on a small bench. Spyro and Croc sat as well. Spyro said, "Man just being outside is a wonderful experience." Veemon was way more focused on the court then Spyro. Spyro looked at Veemon and asked, "Are you alright." Spyro came in and kissed his neck once. Veemon sat up shoving with some force and said, "Not out here." Spyro looked down. Veemon looked back at the court. Something about it gave him a since of freedom. It was the only thing here like a game. Everything seemed to much more stressful but the court was clean. It looked like something that could ease the mind and the soul. Veemon felt a new confidence he never felt before. He saw Bearmon make a half court shot. Veemon walked over to the court. Croc asked, "Hey Vee what-dya you doin' dude." Veemon went right on the court and as Bearmon went back for another shot Veemon grabbed the ball. Bearmon turned with a tense fearful look in his eyes. Now everyone gathered and looked on not getting to close. Spyro stood up and said, "Dude, I think he just did something stupid, we should help him." Croc said, "Well if you want to get beat to a bloody mess go right on ahead." Spyro just looked down. Bearmon asked, "And well the hell do you think your doin'?" Veemon just now realized what he did, and he absolutely loved it. Veemon said with that new found confidence, "I challenge you to a game." Bearmon dropped the ball and looked down as if he were going to just laugh this off. Bearmon looked up so quick and came with a right hook. Veemon reacted so quick that he closed his eyes and heard a group gasp. Veemon slowly opened his eyes to see he put his hands to the side and blocked his lethal blow. No one had every done this ever. Bearmon drew his hand back. Then Bearmon said, "Alight then we gonna play us a game. But in this court we put what we can on the line. Since I got nothing to give, I tell you what if you some how win I personally talk to Starmon to make your time in prison way shorter. Instead of one year try two more days." Veemon first brought over Spyro and Croc. Veemon said, "Alight what if we loose." Bearmon said, "I'll talk with Starmon and I'll make it so we will see a lot more of year for about two years or so." Veemon felt more then confidence he felt cocky to. Veemon said, "That can't be it right. If I win I want the last two days to be the best of my life. And if I loose I want those two years to be miserable." Spyro tapped Veemon and asked, "Dude what are you doing?" Veemon once again kind-of shoving off Spyro. Veemon said, "What about this. If I win, for the two days we are here you have to become my bitch." Everyone on the outside whispered to each other, he seemed more ominous then what was going on the court. Veemon continued, "And if we loose, the two years I spend here, all three of us will be your bitches." Bearmon laughed. After regaining himself he said, "Blue, you're on. Let me just say to just hustled yourself into the worst situation. I see, I eat, sleep and breathe basketball. That is all I did before jail and now I doin' it again. U' sure ur not gonna take back now." Veemon said, "Let the game begin." Spyro came in front of Veemon. Spyro asked, "Can I just talk to Vee for a sec." Bearmon sighed. Spyro moved with Veemon off the court. Spyro said, "This is insane. Were all going to be his property now. We can still call this off." Veemon said, "No. This isn't about winning or losing. This is about respect." Spyro said, "This isn't a real bad reference to a movie is it." Veemon grinned. Spyro said, "Oh god it is a bad movie reference." Veemon went back. Spyro dragged himself to the court. Wizardmon was the ref. He had the ball he said, "I want a clean enough game so that we don't have to scrap blood tomorrow." Bearmon said, "Just gimmie the ball already. We doin' this old school." Wizardmon handed the ball to Bearmon and went off to the side. Bearmon passed it to Veemon. Bearmon said, "Loser starts." Veemon passed it back and said, "Ok then." Bearmon trusted it the ball back and said, "Don't be a dumb-ass out here or ur gonna get punished twice as much." Fine got the ball looked at it and said, "Alright I'll start." He went right for the half court shot and made it with ease. Veemon said, "What do they kids sat these days, Oh yeah, ballin.'" Bearmon brought back and said, "Alright then. No more going easy then." Bearmon checked the ball to Veemon. As soon as Veemon got it Bearmon whapped the ball out of his hand so he couldn't do that again. He passed to Impmon who crossed Croc then slammed-dunked it. This time Veemon got ready to check. Veemon said, "I bet the whole tough thing is not the real you. I mean sure you might know how to fight but it's only to protect yourself." Veemon passed checked it to Bearmon. Veemon using a very similar tactic rushing in and getting the ball. Veemon passed it to Spyro and he shot it in. Bearmon said, "U' know nothin' about me, u' understand." Veemon got the ball back. Every time Bearmon had his team shot it. Veemon followed up by coping there moves and managed to keep up with them. Veemon said, "Face it, we are evenly matched. Who knows maybe we might have a lot more in common then you thought." Bearmon said, "Man, u' don't know notin'" Veemon said, "I know, you want out just as much as I do." Bearmon said, "That means nothin'" Veemon said, "Please we have so much in common, we might just be related some how." Bearmon said, "Don't fuck with me." Veemon said, "Well either I win or loose I gonna end up fucking you anyway." Outside time was over and they were all tied up. Starmon said, "Alright everyone back inside. Bearmon said, "Alight thanks, now we tied up. We ain't gonna find out who's better until tomorrow." Veemon said, "Afraid of a little rematch." Bearmon said, "No, now why don't you make your well to my cell." Veemon said, "No." Bearmon stopped his eyes and fist could tell the whole prison he was frustrated. Bearmon said, "What the fuck you me, no." Veemon said, "Don't you want me in top shape. I mean I wasn't even trying that hard before. I was just coping you. Image it me and you one more time both at one hundred percent. It would be the rematch of the centaury. I didn't want to drag my friends into but I had no choice. But tomorrow instead of a basketball game I was thinking we could fight it out, one on one right out here. Same steaks as before. Whatta' say." Bearmon crackled his knuckles and grinned, "You're on, tomorrow I'll personally finish you off once and for all." Veemon said, "Ok what ever you say." They went back to there own cells tonight. Spyro said, "Dude you're here tonight." Veemon said, "I tricked Bearmon into making me be able to rest. But I don't really need it." Spyro blushed, "Does that mean, you would want another go tonight." Veemon said, "Sure that sounds good to me." As Veemon climbed up the cell door opened another creature was thrown in. Starmon said, "This is getting crazy all the cells are getting full." Veemon looked down and whispered, "Look another dude to mess around with tonight." Spyro grinned. Veemon jumped down as the small purple dragon sat below Croc. Veemon came out him about half way. The Digimon said, "Don't come any closer. I am a threat to all." Veemon said, "I'm sure you are. Everyone here is." Croc jumped down and Spyro joined him. Veemon continued, "So what's your name?" The Digimon sat up close to being right in front of Veemon. He said, "My name is Dorumon." Veemon said, "Well Dorumon, it's already about to you got our welcome around here." He winked at Spyro and Croc. Dorumon put his arm out in front of him as if ready to block. Veemon pushed him down back to his bed. Croc ran over and grabbed his arms. Veemon pushed Dorumon down so that he was stuck lying on his belly. Veemon sat on his back. Spyro grabbed his legs. Veemon said, "Outside this cell you'll be my bitch. But it doesn't have to be that way in here. I'm just going to loosen you up a bit. Veemon stroke his member making it grow quite fast. Veemon said, "Don't worry, this will only hurt a bit." Veemon adjusted himself still pressing his hands against his back. Veemon slowly inserted his penis. Dorumon yelped, "Ahhhhhh." His head snapped left and right, his struggle was greater then the other two. Veemon worked his way back and started to go in a slow motion. Veemon moaned, "Man your tense and tight." Veemon rubbed his hand on Dorumon's back. Veemon started to move faster. Dorumon could feel his pouch tingle. Veemon moaned, "That's it just relax." Veemon started to move faster. Veemon moaned, "Hey Spyro loosen his legs just a bit so he's on his knees. He could us a good rub." Spyro did as instructed. Veemon moved on hand under Dorumon hip down right to his pouch. Veemon started rubbing it. Dorumon couldn't hold it in he moaned, "Mmmmmmmm." Veemon moaned, "Go ahead Croc let him taste your nice juicy penis." Croc placed Dorumon's arms down then sat on them in a split. Croc rubbed his pouch and took his penis out right in Dorumon's face. Croc placed his hand on Dorumon head. Croc pulled him even closer his face smeared all over Croc's penis. Dorumon used his other hand to try to force his mouth open. Dorumon just took it any for the sake that he knew this wouldn't end anytime soon. Dorumon bit his shaft. Croc yelped, "Wow we got us a feisty one." Veemon spanked Dorumon ass real hard and moaned, "Bad Dorumon, bad." Croc pressed his other hand Dorumon was know forcefully sucking Croc's penis. Veemon rubbed Dorumon's pouch until it was fully erect. Veemon took off the pouch. He rubbed against what felt like a fur-ball. He felt the tip of Dorumon's penis. Veemon moaned, "Wow your penis is so different." Veemon had his orgasm. He came off Dorumon. He allowed Croc to stop. Even Spyro let go. Dorumon pressed against the wall. Veemon looked at his furry purple penis. Veemon said, "I can take care of that. All I need you to do is behave. I know you can suck Croc's penis without a problem. I mean you got to admit you loved the taste." Dorumon sighed, "Yeah, I guess it wasn't that bad." Veemon said, "Then come on get to it." Croc sat back down now forcing. Dorumon came up and sucked on Croc's penis now able to enjoy without force. Dorumon did like the taste a lot. Dorumon placed his hand on Croc's shaft. Croc moaned, "Good, Dorumon, that's more like it." Dorumon bobbed his head finding the scaly penis to his true liking. He went until Croc had his orgasm. Dorumon took that in as well finding the taste ok. Croc came up and said, "You ain't half bad." Veemon sat back down and helped Dorumon back up. Veemon started kissing his chest he worked his way down. Veemon went right over Dorumon's cock. He took it all in already using his tongue to wrap around it. Dorumon moaned, "Ohhhhhhh yeah." Dorumon placed his hands on Veemon's head. Dorumon closed his eyes; the pleasure was godly to him. Croc and Spyro started making out and went to the other side to they could have the own fun. Dorumon moaned, "Ahhhhhhh." His cum filled Veemon's mouth. The furry taste was new and exciting and so was the cum. Veemon kept going Dorumon moaned, "Ahhhhhhh." His sperm shot out like crazy. Veemon came up. Veemon said, "See we all take care of each other here." Dorumon said tiredly while blushing, "I want more." Veemon said, "Ok then." Veemon sat a little on Dorumon. He lifted his ass then slowly plunged down into Dorumon's penis. They both moaned, "Ahhhhhh." Dorumon still against the wall. His hands came back and squeezed at Veemon's ass. Veemon came closer and kissed Dorumon on the lips. Veemon moaned, "You like that." Dorumon said, "Do that again." Veemon started coming up and dropped back down. Veemon came in for another kiss. There lips met. Veemon allowing his tongue to make some work it soon met with Dorumon tongue. Dorumon never knew what it was like to make out like this. It made Dorumon want to explode down blow plus his penis was in Veemon's asshole. Veemon slightly gave a jump then went into the motion. Veemon knees were to the bed and the jumped pushed and rocked with his motion. Dorumon laid down closer down to the bed. Veemon moved with him, there kisses still meeting so passionately. Veemon moaned, "I love you." His speed increased. Dorumon moaned, "I love you too." Dorumon quickly moaned, "Ahhhhhhhhhh." His orgasm was explosive just how he wished. Veemon came off. Dorumon blushed, "Sleep with me tonight." Veemon snuggle with Dorumon and said, "Ok." Fin

Drachenherz Teil 28 by Surasshu

#29 of Drachenherz Teil 0-28 - Der nächste Tag brach heran, Surasshu und Luso befanden sich in der kleinen Stadt Revoir, da Surasshu nach ihrer letzten Mission einen Zusammenbruch erlitt und seitdem stark abwesend war.Die Sonne schien in das Zimmer, wärmte es in Sekundenschnelle auf und weckte die

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Der nächste Tag brach heran, Surasshu und Luso befanden sich in der kleinen Stadt Revoir, da Surasshu nach ihrer letzten Mission einen Zusammenbruch erlitt und seitdem stark abwesend war.Die Sonne schien in das Zimmer, wärmte es in Sekundenschnelle auf und weckte die beiden. Surasshu erhob sich, schaute nach draußen und fragte sich, wo er sei.Plötzlich durchschoss ihn ein Bild: Blut, sein Schwert über einem verletztem Tier, der Wille es zu töten war gefasst doch dann hielt er an. Er fasste sich an sein Gesicht und fragte sich, was geschehen war.Dann merkte er, dass seine Haare nicht mehr über seine Schulter strichen wie sie es sonst immer taten.Er stand auf, schaute in den Spiegel der an der Zimmertür hing und erschrak als er sich ansah.Seine Haare waren kurz und weiß, wie sie es zu Beginn seiner Reise waren."Was ist passiert?", fragte er und fasste an den Spiegel. Sein Spiegelbild jedoch reagierte nicht, sondern stand nur da und lächelte ihn an während dessen Haare wieder länger und rot wurden.Sein Spiegelbild lächelte noch immer, bis es kurze Zeit später verschwand.Erschrocken schaute Surasshu sich im Zimmer um, als Luso sich plötzlich erhob.Er streckte sich ausgiebig, gähnte dabei und rieb sich dann die Augen. Ohne zu warten fragte Surasshu ihn, was gestern passiert war.Bis ins kleinste Detail erzählte Luso ihm dann was gestern während der Mission vorgefallen war.Und als Luso dann erzählte wie Surasshu in Tränen ausbrach und wie seine Haare sich wieder zurückverwandelte lief ihm ein kalter Schauer über den Rücken.Was war mit ihm geschehen?Lag es etwa an dem, was er sah als sich in die Welt seines Schwertes dachte, an den Drachen der ihm gegenüberstand und ihm etwas über den Bewohner erzählen wollte kurz bevor er wach wurde. Luso schaute ihn an, merkte das etwa nicht mit ihm stimmte, doch konnte er ihm diese Frage nicht stellen.Zwei Stunden später machten sich die beiden dann auf den Heimweg und durchquerten eine grüne Hügellandschaft."Sag mal Surasshu, wann machst du dir eigentlich eine neue Armschiene?", fragte Luso als ihm Surasshus nackter Arm auffiel. Daraufhin betrachtete Surasshu seinen Arm; der Unterarm an dem sich ansonsten die Armschiene befand war frei.Langsam strich er mit der Hand über die Haut, sie war weich, warm und fühlte sich vertraut an."Merkwürdig, ich kann mich irgendwie nicht daran erinnern was mit der Schiene passiert ist.", murmelte er vor sich hin und schaute Luso dabei in die Augen. Er hat einen Blick der aussagte, dass er sich an die Mission in der die Schiene zerstört wurde nicht mehr erinnern konnte."Scheinbar ist das, was in seinem Schwert ist daran Schuld.", schlussfolgerte er im Gedanken und schaute an den Schwertgriff.Nachdem was ihm geschehen war wollte er es nicht noch einmal wagen dort hinein zu gehen."Da bräuchte ich jemanden der Ahnung von Schwertern hat. "Sofort vielem ihm Raio und Bertram ein, die einzigen deren Schwertkenntnisse größer waren als die der anderen.Am Abend erreichten die beiden dann CoralPort, wo sich scheinbar einiges getan hatte: überall wurden Stände aufgebaut, die Straßenlampen wurden mit Glühlampen in verschiedenen Farben bestückt und es roch nach gebratenem Fisch. Lächelnd fragte Surasshu was hier los sei.Sie gingen durch die Straßen und sahen Alice, Aussa und Raio einigen Leuten beim aufbauen einer Statue zu.Die Statue saß aus wie eine Koralle mit einem lächelndem Gesicht.Auch die anderen des Clans halfen bei der Schmückung der Stadt.Als die beiden sich dann auf dem Marktplatz befanden fanden sie eine bunt leuchtende, musikalisch unterhaltene und gesprächige Gegend wieder, als wäre der Markt noch immer eröffnet. Dort erfuhren sie dann auch was überhaupt los war: morgen Nachmittag begann die einwöchige „Korallenparade", ein Fest in dem das Korallenriff das sich im Meer vor der Stadt befand geehrt.Und aus diesem Grund wird die Stadt in allen möglichen Farben geschmückt, wodurch sie selbst zu einem riesigen Korallenriff werden würde."Woooah, das klingt ja richtig cool!", kommentierte Surasshu es und ging los um den anderen zu helfen. "Bis eben wusste er nicht einmal was hier los ist und jetzt tut er so als würde er seit Jahren hier wohnen.", meinte Luso leise und setzte sich zu den anderen Leuten.Von denen erfuhr er, dass sie sich seit ihr Clan in ihrer Stadt nicht mehr wie eine Kleinstadt wie sie es vorher waren ansahen sondern als eine große Stadt mit einem Clan.Stunden später waren dann alle wieder in der Festung versammelt. Dabei fiel ihnen Surasshus Frisur sofort auf.Nachdem Aussa, Shadow und Raio gefragt hatten was passiert war erzählte Luso ausgiebig was geschehen war. Surasshu schaute dabei nur schweigend zu, während Luso ohne ein Detail auszulassen erzählte.Mit offenen Augen und einem langen seufzen kommentierte sie was Surasshu passiert ist."Zudem kann er sich nicht mehr an die Mission in der seine Schiene zerstört wurde erinnern.", fügte Luso abschließend hinzu. "Ich kann mich einfach nicht erinnern was damals passiert war....gut ein paar Kleinigkeiten sind noch in meinem Kopf doch der Rest ist wie weg radiert.", erzählte Surasshu und rieb sich an dir Stirn.Dann zog er sein Schwert und erzählte von seiner und Lusos Begegnung mit den Drachen und wie sich die jeweilige Begegnung abspielte. Bertram schien sehr interessiert an dieser Geschichte zu sein und hakte gleich nach. Die anderen begaben sich zu Bett, nur noch Surasshu und Bertram bleiben zurück."Dieses Schwert besteht doch aus Blau-Stahl nicht wahr?", fragte er zuerst."Das ist es, aber der Drache, dem ich in meinem Traum begegnet bin meinte, es wäre aus den Schuppen eines Drachen.", antwortete Surasshu leise. Bertram lehnte sich zurück und überlegte.Aus den Schuppen eines Drachen also?Und trotzdem, egal wie lange er überlegte, er fand keine logische Erklärung dafür. Stattdessen meinte er nur das Surasshu sich vielleicht ein paar Tage hinlegen sollte und versuchen sollte, noch einmal mit diesem Drachen in Kontakt zu treten."Vielleicht findest du dann ein wenig mehr heraus.", meinte er und verabschiedete sich von Surasshu um schlafen zu gehen. Surasshu blieb noch etwas da, dachte über das was Bertram sagte nach und ging ebenfalls schlafen. Er öffnete die Augen.Um ihn herum nur Schnee und Eis.Ihm war nicht kalt sondern warm, als stünde er auf einer weiten grünen Wiese im Sommer.Er ging ein paar Schritte bis er wieder vor dem Drachen stand."Ich muss dich etwas fragen.", begann er.Der Drache schaute ihn an und sagte er kann ihn fragen."Ich möchte wissen wer in diesem Schwert haust und warum ich wieder so aussehe wie damals!", fragte er. Daraufhin antwortete der Drache:"In diesem Schwert haust.....ich kenne seinen Namen nicht, doch ich kann dir sagen das er dir sehr Nahe steht.Warum du wieder so aussiehst wie zu Beginn deiner Reise kann ich dir nicht sagen, ich weis nur das du dir deswegen keine Sorgen machen musst." Surasshu öffnete seine Augen.Es war mitten in der Nacht als er aus seinem Traum erwachte.Er stieg aus dem Bett und ging nach draußen.Er ging die Steintreppe hinauf und ging über den Wall."Er kennt seinen Namen nicht.", flüsterte er vor sich hin als er plötzlich vor der Tür des Turms in dem Rieder immer war stand."Ob er wohl oben ist?", fragte er sich und öffnete langsam die Tür. Hören konnte er niemanden.Trotzdem packte ihn die Neugier und er ging die Treppenstufen hinauf.Dort saß er dann, Rieder, das einzige Clanmitglied über das Surasshu noch weniger wusste als über die zwei Neuzugänge Sylvia und Khad. Er saß da, schaute aus dem Fenster hinaus und bemerkte ihn erst, als er ganz oben war."Warum bist du hier?", fragte Rieder ihn ohne dabei zu ihm zu schauen. "Die gleiche Frage könnte ich dir auch stellen.", erwiderte Surasshu und ging näher auf ihn zu.Er setzte sich zu ihm."Ich bin hier oben weil ich an Betten nicht gewöhnt bin.Eine Steinwand an die ich mich lehnen und eine Decke auf der ich sitzen kann kommen mir viel heimische vor als auf einer Matratze zu liegen.", antwortete er im selben Ton wie er sonst immer auch redet, ruhig und ohne irgendeine Emotion dahinter. Sein Gesicht, was man davon erkennen konnte verzog seit er ihn traf niemals die Miene, als hätte er nur ein Gesicht."Wer bist du?", fragte Surasshu ihn aus heiterem Himmel.Das brachte Rieder dazu zu ihm zu schauen.Er verstand die Frage nicht."Wer steckt hinter diesen Bandagen?Ein Mensch oder etwas anderes?", fragte Surasshu erneut und schaute dabei mit einem recht ernstem Blick. Wortlos fasste Rieder sich dann an die Bandagen an seinem Kopf und nahm sie langsam ab.Was zum Vorschein kam war das Gesicht eines Jungen mit kurzen braunen Haaren."Hinter diesen Bandagen befindet sich ein Mensch, sonst nichts.Ich bin ein Mensch, sonst nichts.Egal was du gehofft hattest zu entdecken wenn ich dir mein Gesicht zeige, hier ist es.", sagte er und schaute ihn an.Lange schaute Surasshu den Junge an, schüttelte den Kopf und bedankte sich bei ihm. "Für was?", fragte Rieder."Das du mir dein Gesicht gezeigt hast, Rieder.Jetzt kenne ich dich schon ein Stück mehr und das freut mich.", antwortete er und ging wieder runter."Er kennt mich nun etwas mehr.", wiederholte Rieder den Satz noch einmal und schaute dann wieder hinaus.Irgendwann stand er auf, ging zu dem Zimmer das für ihn bereit gemacht wurde und legte sich in das dortige Bett.Zuerst bereitete es ihm großes Unbehagen dort zu liegen, doch schließlich schaffte er es einzuschlafen. Der nächste morgen; die Stadt CoralPort wurde mehr und mehr zu einem farbenfrohen Korallenriff, in dem jeder bereitwillig half, alles für die kommende Korallenparade bereit zu machen.Während Raio, Hiita, Alice und Shadow das riesige Banner mit dem Zeichen des Clans über den beiden Türmen der Festung befestigten, bauten Ryu und Eria die restlichen Stände auf.Zudem kamen auch schon die ersten Besucher in die Stadt um die Parade zu bewundern. Im selben Moment bauten Natsu, Wynn, Shiba und zusammen mit den anderen Stadtbewohnern die Paradewagen auf. Surasshu und Luso waren größtenteils damit beschäftigt, Besuchern ihren Clan und das Gebäude zu zeigen. Surasshu fiel es bereits wieder leichter, etwas zu sagen und seine Gedanken waren auch etwas geordneter als vorher.Besonders die Gespräche mit den vielen verschiedenen Leuten gefielen ihm, vor allem da sie immer nett zu ihm waren. Pünktlich um drei Uhr Nachmittag begann dann die Korallenparade. Die Massen strömten in die Stadt, die bereits vorgewärmten Grille der vielen Essensstände liefen nun völlig heiß, die Musikanten und Tänzer verwandelten jede Straße in eine malerische Gegend und der Clan Drachenherz war in der gesamten Stadt verteilt und zeigte sich von seiner besten Seite."Das Fest ist echt einen Besuch wert.", meinte Alice als sie zusammen mit Raio und Rockwell durch die Straßen ging. "Vor allem die ganzen kleinen Korallen hier und da lassen das hier wirklich wie ein kleiner Korallenriff aussehen.", fügte Raio hinzu und biss dabei in seine Zuckerwatte.Und obwohl Rockwell nichts sagte konnte man an seinen funkelnden Augen erkennen das es ihm ebenfalls gefiel.Auf dem Marktplatz, dem Ort an dem sich die meisten Personen befanden verkauften Bertram und Rieder die von ihnen am morgen gebackenen Kekse. "Ein Glück das ich alle möglichen Sorten gemacht hab.", dachte Bertram sich nur da jeder Kunde etwas anderes haben wollte.Es gab alles mögliche: Kekse mit Streuseln aller Art, mit Zuckerguss, Nüssen oder sogar kleinen Fruchtstücken wie es ihm gefiel. Surasshu, Luso, Shadow und Shiba begrüßten und zeigten den Besuchern ihren Clan und stellten dabei die Mitglieder vor die in der Festung geblieben waren. Dabei machten sie auch die Bekanntschaft von Sylvia und Khad, die sich um Nari während des Festes kümmerten.Mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht begrüßten die beiden die Besucher, das Sprechen wurde jedoch von Sylvia übernommen, da niemand Khad verstand."Dieses Fest ist einfach großartig oder?", fragte Surasshu die anderen."Es geht so.", antwortete Luso halblaut. "Was redest du denn da, Luso?Dieses Fest ist doch einfach der Hammer!", kommentierte Shadow seine Antwort und machte dabei schon beinah einen Freudensprung."Khad gefällt das auch!", fügte Sylvia hinzu. Khad schaute sie während sie für ihn redete an und wurde dabei ein wenig rot, was den dreien sofort auffiel, doch keiner sagte etwas.Die Restlichen Mitglieder des Clans waren entweder an den Ständen, tanzten auf dem Marktplatz oder lauschten einfach der Musik."Und vergesst den Höhepunkt heute Abend nicht.", meinte Aussa als sie sich zu ihnen setzte. Mit dem Untergehen der Sonne wurden die Lichter in der Stadt eingeschaltet, was die kleinen Korallenstücke überall in der Stadt zum funkeln brachte wodurch alles aussah wie ein riesiger Regenbogen.Die Stimmung erreichte einen neuen Höhepunkt, die Leute bewunderte das sich ihnen gebotene Schauspiel und verloren sich für einen kurzen Moment in ihren Gedanken."Als würde man in einem Korallenriff stehen.", meinte ein Passant und hielt dabei seine Frau fest im Arm. In diesem Moment begann der von Aussa erwähnte „Höhepunkt": Eria schaute sich das Funkeln einen Moment an und lies dann ihre Hände sinken.Die Personen die gerade am Strand vorbeigingen sahen, wie das Wasser immer schneller ans Ufer schwappte und wieder zurückging; die Gischt schäumte sich mit jedem mal mehr und mehr auf als es plötzlich über sie zog.Mit einer fließenden Armbewegung lies sie das Wasser über die Stadt, vorbei an den staunenden Gesichtern der Leute ziehen und erzeugte dabei eine unbeschreiblich schöne Wasserreflektion der Stadt über ihnen. Sie streckte ihre Arme aus, dass Wasser folgte und formte somit einen Stern der sich langsam begann zu drehen; und mit ihr die Reflektion. So sah das Bild jedes mal anders aus, da das Wasser trotz allem noch immer in Bewegung war."Also dann, Hiita, Natsu, Rockwell: fangen wir mit dem Feuerwerk an!", rief Luso währen die vier im Kreise standen. Links und rechts schossen rote Feuerfontänen hinauf, Rockwell schoss seine Pfeile in die Luft an denen er zuvor Feuerwerkskörper angebracht hatte. Luso belegte die Pfeile mit einem Schutzzauber wodurch sie einfach durch das Wasser stachen und dann erst über diesem explodierten.Dadurch entstand ein gewaltiges Feuerwerk, das von Hiitas und Natsus Flammen noch imposanter wurde. "Und du bist dir sicher das du das machen willst, Surasshu?", fragte Bertram ihn.Die beiden standen auf einem von Aussa geschaffenem Abhang während sie ihre Schwerter fest in der Hand hielten."Du hast selber gesagt: der beste Weg wieder so zu werden wie vorher ist das ich trainiere!Also dann, legen wir los!", antwortete er und konzentrierte sich auf sein Schwert. Bertram hob sein Katana, schloss die Augen und schwang einen Halbkreis damit. Surasshu öffnete die Augen, um ihn und Bertram sammelte sich eine Eis-Aura, die sie dann gemeinsam auf das Wasser schossen.Das Wasser gefror vollständig und stand still über der Stadt und drohte herabzufallen, als plötzlich Raio von oben angeflogen kam.Dieser wurde von Wynn mithilfe eines Luftzuges nach oben befördert. So fest er konnte umklammerte er seinen Claymore, wirbelte ihn und schlug dann direkt auf der Mitte des Eises ein."Splitter-Hieb!", schrie er und drückte noch einmal nach.Von seiner Position zogen gewaltige Risse über das Eis, die es dann zum zerspringen brachten.Und es waren keine riesigen Stücke die herabfielen, Raios Angriff war so stark, dass er das Eis förmlich pulverisierte. Die kleinen, Schneeflocken-ähnlichen Eiskristalle fielen hinunter und scheinten noch immer in dem Licht das sie zuvor im Wasser eingefangen hatten und wurden zu einer Art herunterfallendem Regenbogen.Doch das war noch nicht das Ende: mit einem Pinsel in der Hand konzentrierte Alice all ihre Energie und malte aus den Kristallen das Zeichen des Clans in den Himmel: es war ein Herz in dessen inneren sich ein Drache befand. "Frohes Korallenfest wünscht euch der Clan Drachenherz!", rief Surasshu von dem Abhang in die Stadt und bekam als Antwort lautes jubeln und Freudenschreie."Haec gens ipsa vera miracula .", meinte Khad zu Sylvia als die beiden das Schauspiel von der Festung aus beobachteten.Sie nickte und nahm seine Hand."Ja das ist er.Komm, gehen wir in die Stadt.", erwiderte sie und zog ihn in die Stadt wo das Fest auf sie wartete. Hiita ging zu Natsu und klopfte ihm auf die Schulter."Hast echt was drauf, kleiner Bruder.", meinte sie lachend."Muss ich ja auch wenn ich besser sein will als du!", antwortete er in einem vorlauten Ton, der sofort zu einem kleinen „Feuergefecht" zwischen den beiden auslöste.Kopfschüttelnd sahen Rockwell und Luso den beiden dabei und zu während sie sich gegenseitig Komplimente für ihre gute Arbeit gaben. Erschöpft lies Surasshu sich auf seinen Hintern fallen und atmete erst einmal tief aus. Bertram setzte sich zu ihm und fragte ihn wie es ihm ginge."Mir geht's gut, danke.", antwortete er und lächelte dabei.Und während sie so dasaßen sank der Abhang wieder und verschwand in der Erde.Glücklich über das Geschaffte rannte Aussa zu Surasshu der gerade aufstand und umarmte ihn."Hey, hey wofür ist das denn?", fragte er sie sofort.Sie lies ihn los und antwortete:"Dafür das du diesen Clan ins gegründet hast!" Fortsetzung folgt.....

Two Page Tales of Tails – The Escape… Part 1 by DracosBlackwing

#4 of Two Page Tales of Tails - Two Page Tales of Tails - The Escape... Part 1 by Dracos Blackwing (all chars copyright to the author; no stealing, please! ^\_^) Merina and Mashir sat in their cell, looking at each other nervously. They had no idea what might happen them, and were each afraid it

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Two Page Tales of Tails - The Escape... Part 1 by Dracos Blackwing (all chars copyright to the author; no stealing, please! ^\_^) Merina and Mashir sat in their cell, looking at each other nervously. They had no idea what might happen them, and were each afraid it might be death... but that wasn't exactly what was bothering the two of them at the moment. They had known each other ever since Mashir had been pressed into service, and the two were close friends; they had spent many evenings together, talking and laughing with each other in a way that had made Mashir one of the few servants that the emir allowed close to Merina. But now... Now, Mashir felt unfamiliar sensations running through hir, and was hard pressed to understand them as they raged through hir body and mind. Shi was normally a straightforward, open individual... so why was shi feeling as if hir face were on fire beneath hir feathers? Shi felt shy and nervous, and it only made it harder for hir to sit next to Merina, who seemed to be able to detect the hawk's blush and was leaning close. Sitting shyly, shi looked away and fought the urge to giggle... which was \*really\* freaking hir out! Shi didn't \*giggle\*...! At least, shi didn't \*used\* to giggle... As for Merina, shi was feeling a lot of conflicting urges hirself. Shi had been trained for years as a high class concubine, taught to be humble and submissive; and yet shi was feeling such attraction to Mashir all of a sudden... The cute, shapely falcon was getting to Merina in every way possible, and shi found hirself moving closer to Mashir, lightly rubbing the hawk's shoulders and smiling at hir, trying to get hir to relax enough for Merina to... what? Molest hir? As soon as the thought came into hir mind, it stuck. Merina wanted suddenly to feel the rush that came with being the one in control. The intensity of the urge was surprising. Shi leaned fully into Mashir, who seemed about to draw away, then gently took hold of the falcon's shoulders, pressing hir back to the bench the two of them were sitting on. Mashir chirped in surprise under Merina then when the much more muscular herm pressed hir back, stopped resisting. Merina moved over Mashir, eyes roaming the hawk's body eagerly. Hir cock was quickly coming to full erection, brushing its thick length up along the hawk's body. Mashir shuddered under the thick shaft, hir femsex boiling inside; thick, sweet juices flowing from it in a steady stream. The hawk found hirself unable to do much more than pant as Merina drew hirself down, lining that huge length up with the softly feathered entrance to hir tunnel. "Meri... ?" Mashir's throat was dry from the thought of Merina stuffing that huge column of serpentine meat into hir avian tunnel. "Just... be gentle with me, ok? I'm kind of a virgin at this..." Merina bent to kiss Mashir gently and deeply, letting hir tongue tangle with hir friends. "Don't worry... I'm with you on that point..." Merina then pressed the thick head of hir shaft to Mashir's tunnel entrance, slowly pushing up and into hir, gasping at the intensely new sensations shi felt from hir new organ. Mashir arched hir hips up, exposing hir femsex as fully as shi could, taking the massive length eagerly. The two drove together, sinking the snake's torso length shaft into the seemingly bottomless tunnel of the hawk, the two gasping and kissing each other deeply until, with a soft thump, their hips touched. Merina leaned in over Mashir, beginning to stroke, and the avian shuddered furiously, arching hir own hips up towards the eager thrusts. "Ooohhh... oh yeah, Meri... just like that..." Mashir's hips moved with a skill beyond what shi should have known; shi just did what felt right, matching Meri's own expert thrusts. The hawk clenched hir tunnel down around the invading length, and Marina gasped loudly, grinding against the tight, clenching grip. The two quickly rose to a near fever pitch, Merina's hips pounding to Mashir's, and Mashir's pelvis thrusting up to slap solidly to Merina's. Juice literally splashed from Mashir's tunnel, drenching both of their legs quickly, their four stiff nipples trickling milk as their pleasure rose, quickly drenching their torsos in the sweet, sticky substance. Mashir's cock added to the sticky mess by spurting pre like a fire hose while Merina's own femsex was soon drooling so much juice it was like a fountain. It wouldn't take much more for the two of them to push each other over the edge. After only a few more moments, Merina began to grunt and twitch; hir balls drew up tightly to hir body, and hir muscles bunched under hir smooth, rippling scales. With a sudden, loud hiss, shi came furiously, milk gushing from hir nipples, hir nectar spraying down to their toes, soaking them in hir cum. The main blast came from hir arm-thick cock, which poured out enough seed to swell out Mashir's belly for a moment, before the sheer pressure sent it bursting from the hawk's femsex, joining the deepening pool they were already making under the now soggy bed. Mashir shrieked, cumming just as hard; hir cock pouring out pints of avian seed as hir femsex erupted with enough energy to stretch hir tunnel out widely around the length inside hir. Shi reached down, totally caught up in hir pleasure, and dug both hands into hir tunnel, gripping the rippling outer lips and tugging them wider and wider, letting the steadily increasing flow pour out. Merina was amazed at the sheer stretchiness of the hawk, watching as Mashir's tunnel expanded to nearly three times the girth of the ophidian's cock! When the two of them had calmed down enough to take a moment to breath, Mashir noticed that Merina was grinning as shi lay atop the hawk, licking up some of the sweet milk that coated their upper bodies. "What's so funny? I know it was kinda weird, but..." Merina kissed Mashir soundly, silencing hir and making hir blush. "Shhh... I think I just found our way out of this place...!"

Nakhir, the grey dragon: The bitter truth by Tyr Eisenpranke

Story by alphadragon Translation by DaiTora This is the 3rd and last part of "Nakhir, the grey dragon" I hope you enjoy it ^.=.^ I would like to thank BitterPoison and DaiTora for their great support. - "No, no, NO!" the earl shouted and tossed his half-filled glass of wine at the wall, which

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"No, no, NO!" the earl shouted and tossed his half-filled glass of wine at the wall, which shattered into little pieces under a rattling sound. He sat furiously on a chair and folded his arms over his chest. "What have you been thinking? Why have you tortured the dragon so much? And why the HELL have you let them both escape?" The man with the scar twisted his mouth into a dark expression, his face stained with anger. "My job was to kill the green dragon and capture the other two. How I kill a dragon is my buisness," he replied quietly, almost whispering. The earl jumped from his seat, "You idiot! Dont you get it? Now we have a dragon as our enemy! My city isn't protected against dragon attacks. What if he calls for help?" He fell exhausted onto his chair again. The scarred man stepped before the earl, "He wont find any help...," he said with a smile on his face, "...because he's the only one left in this world." It was snowing. The snowlakes fell down onto the dry ground of the forest, silently and softly, until everything was covered under a big mantle of snow. The forest was quiet, no birds chirped. Only the cold wind blowing through the firs was heard. George breathed warm air into his hands and rubbed the afterwards. He was in search of firewood, but it was not an easy task, because the thick mantle of snow robbed him of his sight and warmth. "For you, Nakhir...," he thought while he trudged the snow. Nakhir was lying on his left side. His breath was heavy, because the wound on his right hindleg, inflicted by the fight with the scarred man was terribly sore and festering. As George came back, the dragon opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I'am glad, you're back again," he spoke in a strained voice and sent him a smile. "Sch... No talking, safe your energy," he said and gave him a kiss on his muzzle. For over two months now they're on escape, followed by the men of the earl. It was hard for the two, both physically and psychologically. Nakhir's wound forced them to stay on the ground, the icy cold caused them a lot of effort and they had to avoid contact with others. The flight has changed them. Nakhir's scales were unkemp and had many scratches. His wings had cracks and overall he looked very exhausted. The same applied to George. He had several scrapes over his body and his eyes were tired. He knelt down and examined Nakhir's wound. It was full of pus and the adjacent scales looked unhealthy black. He took some of the snow and pressed it against the hot wound. "We have to do something... You could get a blood poisoning ad then..." George said nothing more, because he didn't want to imagine it. The grey dragon nudged him with his muzzle. "Come here," he said gently. "You have done so much for me today, you should get some rest. Maybe tomorrow I will feel better." George was skeptical, but he realized, he couldn't do much more for the dragon and cuddled onto Nakhir's warm belly. The next day, the sun was shining. The warmth melted the snow and in the forest, you could hear the meltwater dripping from the trees. Nakhir was awake. It was an agony for him to sleep, because his wound throbbed in pain. He closed his eyes and calmed his breath. Slowly, but surely the feeling, that he won't make it, crept over him. Fear and despair took over his mind. He raised his head to examine the wound. It's condition had worsen over night. Some scales fell off, revealing the view on his leathery hide. Varicose veins covered the hide and they discolored in black. Tears began to roll down over Nakhir's cheeks. He was frozen in terror. "No... it shouldn't end like this..." He knew, he had only a few days or even only hours left. None could help him now. His wound remained untreated far too long. The grey dragon closed his eyes and cried unrestrianedly. He didn't know, how he should tell George, wether he should tell him at all. He wrapped his head around the human and sobbed on quietly. The clouds darkened, covering the sky and it began to rain. The cool wet dripped onto George's face and waked him unpleasantly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Good morning my dragon," he said smiling. "How are you d-" His voice faltered as he realized Nakhir crying. "What happened? Why are you crying?" he asked full of concern, though he guessed it already. His gaze slowly shifted onto Nakhir's hindleg. "Nakhir... your.... your leg..." he uttered in a trembling voice. He looked away quickly, he didn't want to see it... didn't want to accept, that the only being he loved, had to die in such a gruesome manner. George got panic. "No... there will certainly be a way to cure you, it has to be..." Nakhir gave him a kiss on his mouth. "Don't bother...," he spoke gently. "None can help me now. At first, I couldn't believe it either, but now I accepted. Please, don't torture me with hopes..." Again, tears started streaming down his cheeks. "But... I don't want to lose you... I couldn't make it...," George said and hugged the grey dragon crying. Both remained in this position to comfort each other. "I love you...," Nakhir whispered. A man was running fast through the streets of the magnificent town Ellinav. His goal was the palace of the earl. He was tall, thin and meandered skillfully through the busy roads and alleys. Sometimes, he jostled someone roughly, though he didn't really care, because his matter was of great importance. Shortly, he arrived at the large entrance of the palce, but two big guards prevented him from entering. "Who are you, that you dare running like a madman into here?" one of the guards asked grimly. The man caught his breath and answered determined, "Sir, I am a courier and I have to tell the earl an important message." The two guards exchanged a glance. "All right, we guide you to him." They went through richly decorated corridors to the chamber of the earl. After a short distance, they stopped in front a door. "Here we are. Recite youre concern and then come back immediately." The courier entered the room. The earl was standing in front of a map lying on the table and glanced curiously with tired eyes at the courier. "Speak!" he said calmly. "I'm a courier of the adjacent kingdom, sir. I bring a message from a hunter, who had supposedly seen the wanted grey dragon, Nakhir and his companion, George in the forest near the Raunaj-canyon." Instantly, the earl was wide awake. He stormed at the door, teared it open and called, "My adviser, fast!" Immediatly, the guard dashed away to execute the order. The earl turned excitedly to the courier. "When was that?" "This morning, sir. He also said, the dragon is hurt at the leg." "Excellent, this raises the chance, that they are still at the same place." A moment later, the door opened and the man with the scar entered the room. He cast the courier a disparaging glance and asked the earl only, "Where?" "In the forest, near the Raunaj-canyon. Take as many men as you like. Kill the dragon and bring me the boy." "I will enjoy exterminating this brood," the scarred man spoke in his deep, throaty voice and got down to work. "Sir, if I may ask, what are you going to do with the boy?" the courier questioned. The earl went over to the window and looked outside. "He will be executed for public treason. And you should better go now or I'll let my guards carry you out." George leaned on Nakhir's belly. The sun was shining on bare deciduous trees and evergreen firs and the air smelled pure and fresh after the rain. The two were talking, but most of the time, Nakhir only listened to save his strenght. George told him about his past, before he got to know Nakhir. On some passages of his life, he laughed, on others he fell into deep sorrow. The grey dragon enjoyed his presence and for a brief moment, the wound seemed forgotten. However, in reality his condition worsened... he felt his heart beating slower and breathing was harder than ever. "George, I... want to... ask for something..." he said strained. "When I'm gone... could you please... burn my body? I... want to become... one with my element... the fire..." A tear started to roll over George's cheek. "Of course... everything you want," he spoke sniffling. The dragon smiled weakly and gazed at the sky. "There is still so much... I wanted to tell you. It makes me sad, that... dragons and humans... can't live peacefully... together. And it... makes me even more sad, that my race... is going to become... extinct." "Nakhir...," George said compassionately. The two kissed so intense, as if it were their first time ever. All their love, emotions and feelings were concentrated in this one, passionate kiss. Moments later, the grey dragon slowly broke the kiss and looked at George with a loving smile. "Thank you..." Nakhir whispered and closed his eyes... ...forever. Silence befell the forest, only crows, which are circling in the sky, were heard. The wind swept leaves over the wet ground. George knelt before the dead dragon, stunned. He couldn't believe it. Unimaginable grief came over him. He embraced Nakhir and cried like never before. "THERE THEY ARE!" someone shouted from afar. George frightened and looked around panic-stricken. In the distance, a small group of horsemen, led by the man with the scar, galloped in his direction, quickly. "No...," George whispered horrified. He was paralyzed. He was no warrior and not particulary strong, either, so fighting was not an option. After some moments the horsemen circled around him and aimed their spears in his direction. The man with the scar stepped forward and said with a mocking tone, "Well, what do we have here? You thought, you could run away forever." His gaze fell upon Nakhir. "It seems like nature has done the task of killing the dragon for me. That's too bad. Oh well, but it will be my pleasure to see you hanging at the gallows." George sat on the ground and buried his face in his hands. "Sentenced to death...," he thought, no longer able to fulfill Nakhir's last wish. The scarred man laughed, got off his horse, drawed his sword and hit George's temple with the handle, so he slumped unconsciously to the side. George opened his eyes. He was lying on a wet brick floor and a musty smell rose to his nose. Next to him stood a non-coated bed and a bucket. Above him at the ceiling, moonlight shone through a barred hole with the size of a plate, lightning the room, slightly. Now, he noticed a heavy wooden door next to the bed, blocking the way to the outside. "A prison...," he thought. Sorrowful, George moved on the bed and stared without expression at the wall. He had lost everything, even his sense of life... A couple of hours later, George heard the door being unlocked and it opened with a loud creak. The earl was entering the room. He looked different from what George had in his memory. His beard was untrimmed and unkempt, deep rings were drawn under his eyes and his clothes were creased. "I have a message for you," he spoke sternly. George ignored him. The earl took adeep breath and said in the same serious voice, "You are free and hereby I banish you from my kingdom. Your dragon is dead and therefore his race. Thus, you are no longer a threat to me." George continued staring at the wall and said nothing. "You should show more gratitude, since I saved you from certain death!" This time he gazed at the earl with a look as empty as the room. The earl shuddered and walked toward the door. "With the first sunbeam, two guards will come to guide you out of the city. They will also tell you what happens, if you don't stay away from my kingdom. " After that, he opened the door and walked out wordlessly. As it dawned, George was already escorted by two guards, the earl mentioned. They led him silently through the empty streets. Now and then, he saw a beggar sitting on the wayside. Memories started welling up inside him. Last time he was in Ellinav, motivation and ambition filled his heart, but this time he left it as a broken man. After a while, they reached the main gate of Ellinav. One of the guards removed his handcuffs and said, "The earl has banished you, which means you must never set foot on this kingdom again. However, if you do so, you will be sentenced to death without trail." George didn't care about the guards and made his way to Raunaj-canyon, fast. There was only one purpose left in his life: The fulfilling of Nakhir's last wish. He sprinted through fields and meadows, not caring about the world around him. The forest, where Nakhir was laying, seemed further away than expected. He ran without ceasing, without eating or drinking... lost in thoughts and drowned in grief. The sun was setting and after a long way, he stood before the dead body of the dragon. He looked, as if he was sleeping. Only the wound on his right hindleg indicated, that he suffered a lot of pain. George sat on the ground before Nakhir and looked at him for a while. Sometimes, he felt a tear running over his cheek. "This is it...," he thought. "The bitter truth." He wiped the tears from his face and began searching for dry wood. The work distracted him only a little. He used the time to think about his life, about the past and what was going to come. He made a decision... Everything, he loved, was taken from him... Everything, he did, resulted in contempt and banishment... Everything, what's worth living for, is now gone... George eyed his work. Nakhir was surrounded by small and large, thick and thin branches. Using two flints, he found at the search for wood, he kindled the fire. It crackled and sparks flew through the air. The flames, prancing around the dragon, illuminated his scales in a strange hue. The last wish of Nakhir, the grey dragon, was fulfilled. Meanwhile, the night closed in. It took George a great overcoming, to let go the dragon, but his time had come. Slowly, he strolled to Raunaj-canyon. Except for a few crickets chirping wildly, it was quiet. Before him yawned the deep abyss of Raunaj canyon. The bottom of the canyon was not visible in the darkness. George's heart was pounding and his knees were trembling, yet there was no turning back. He turned his back at the canyon to see his love for the last time. In the distance, he saw the flames and heard the crackle of wood faintly. George took a deep breath and spread his arms... He smiled... ...and let go. The End

Die Macht in dir by Kalem Ishtarr

#1 of Tritos EX - Hier eine neue Geschichte aus der Feder KibaL's. Diese Geschichte enthält diesmal nicht nur M/M- Yiff, sondern ist diesmal eine M/F-Story. Daher ist auch diese Geschichte nicht für Kinder und Jugendliche unter 18 Jahren geeignet. Namen, Figuren und eigentlich alles an dieser

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Hier eine neue Geschichte aus der Feder KibaL's. Diese Geschichte enthält diesmal nicht nur M/M- Yiff, sondern ist diesmal eine M/F-Story. Daher ist auch diese Geschichte nicht für Kinder und Jugendliche unter 18 Jahren geeignet. Namen, Figuren und eigentlich alles an dieser Geschichte unterstehen meinem Copywright: Soll heißen= Story (c) by KibaL Trotzdem wünsche ich euch viel Spaß beim Eintauchen in die Welt von Orphian! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Ein Ring, der die Macht hat, das Tier in einem zu erwecken. Die Macht, die Instinkte, die schon die frühzeitlichen Menschen ausmachten, zu wecken. Insgesammt existieren 12 dieser Ringe. -\> Ratte -\> Ochse -\> Tiger -\> Hase -\> Drache -\> Schlange -\> Pferd -\> Ziege -\> Affe -\> Hahn -\> Hund -\> Schwein Ein jeder dieser Ringe besitzt eine andere Macht. In einer Zeit noch vor der Vergangenheit, besaß eine Gruppe von Mönchen diese Ringe, um die Welt zu schützen. Doch dann kam ER. ER, der so furchtbares getan hat, dass ihm der Name und damit seine Existens genommen wurde. Er griff die Mönche an und nahm einem nach dem anderen seinen Ring und somit die Macht. In einer letzten große anstrengung verbanden sich die Mönche miteinander und verbannten IHN in die ewge Dunkelheit der Welt unter der Welt. Die Ringe sollten anschließend sicher eingeschlossen in einem Berg verwahrt werden. Zu groß war die Macht dieser Schmuckstücke, als das sie in die falschen Hände geraten durften. Doch noch bevor sie dies vollziehen konnten, explodierte die Stadt der heiligen Männer, was heute nur noch als XXX bekannt ist, und die Ringe wurden in alle Himmelsrichtungen verstreut. Die Macht der Mönche war nun entgültig gebrochen und so starben die Wächter der Welt. Orphian, die Welt des Lichts war nun auf Gedeih und Verderb der Dunkelheit ausgeliefert, oder etwa doch nicht??? \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "Hoffentlich bleibt MOm wirklich über Nacht weg..." Illianders Gedanken überschlugen sich, während er mit seiner ersten Freundin kuschelte. Langsam wanderten sene Hände über ihr weiches Fell. Er strichh sanft über ihre Arme, bis er ihr T- Shirt erreichte. Langsam näherten sich seine Lippen näher an die, seiner Füchsin. Er berührte sie sacht und öffnete leicht seine Lippen. Bisher hatte er nie daran gedacht, dass küssen so leicht ist. Man, hatte er sich Sorgen gemacht, was wäre, wenn er bei seinem ersten Kuss versagen würde. Bis zu seinem 15. Lebensjahr, hatten ihn de Mädchen in der Stadtruine, in der er lebte, nicht mal angeschaut. Dann, an seinem 16 Lebensjahr, hatte sich alles verändert. Er hatte mal wieder die Schule geschwänzt, um die Umgebung der Stadtruine Orphians zu erkunden. Er hatte schon viel gesehen, aber er wusste, dass er unter Garantie noch nicht alles gefunden hatte. Und dann hatte er sie gesehen. Eine blonde Füchsin. Sie stand dort, schlank, die großen Brüste kaum durch ein enges, kurzes T-Shirt verdeckt, schlanke Hüften und endlose Beine. Die zarten Hände, hatte sie unter der Brust verschränkt und sah ihn aus strahlend blauen Augen an. Und sie lächelte... Hatte sie ihn nun angelächelt, oder ÃBER ihn gelächelt. Allein von Illianders Statur, hätte man eigentlich ersteres vermuten können. Illiander war ein ca. 1,90 m großer, schwarzer Wolf, der hauptsächluch auf seine ausgeprägten Muskeln stolz war. Immerhin trainierte der junge Wolf jeden Tag. Die Füchsin lief langsam auf Illiander zu und strich um ihn herum. "Was machst du denn hier so allein?" Mit sanfter Stimme, die dem jungen Wolf weiche Knie bescherten, richtete die Füchsin, die sich als Jasmin vorstellte, an Illiander. Ein so gut aussehendes Bürschchen wie du, hat doch sicher besseres zu tun, als hier herum zu stromern." "Was sollte ich denn anderes machen? Schule ödet mich an und ich finde die Ruinen hier zu interessant, als dass sie nicht erforscht werden." Illiander sah die Füchsin unsicher an. "Ahhhhh. Ein kleiner Forscher... Das ist ja süß!" ... hatte sie ihn süß genannt? NEIN! Er hatte sich bestimmt verhört. Wie zur Antwort, strich sie nun näher um Illiander herum und zog ihm den Schweif unter der Nase vorbei. "Hast du schon was gegessen? Ich wohne hier nicht weit entfernt. Lass uns zusammen essen, dann kannst du mir mehr von deinen Forschungen erzählen..." Mit einem Lächeln ging sie vor in die Ruinen herein. Das ganze war nun knappe 2 Wochen her. Aus dem Essen wurde ein wunderschöner Nachmittag. Doch danach hatten sie sich nicht mehr wiedergesehen, bis Jasmin auf einmal, heute Morgen vor seiner Tür stand. Illiander war ganz aus dem Häuschen. Noch nie hatte er ein Mädchen bei sich zu Hause. Geschweige denn SO eins. Nach nur wenigen Minuten lagen die beiden auf Illianders Bett. Mittlerweile hatte sich ihre Zungen ineinander verschlungen und Illianders Hand wanderte unter Jasmins Shirt. Er erreichte mit den Fingerspitzen ihre Brust und zuckte leicht zurück. Verunsichert, sah er Jasmin an. "Was ist los? Entspann dich." Sie lächelte ihn sanft an und strich mit der Hand über Illianders Gesicht. "Bleib ganz ruhig und verlass dich auf dein Bauchgefühl. Du wirst schon das richtige machen." Langsam schob der Wolf seine Hand weiter und erreichte bald Jasmins Brustwarzen. Langsam strich er mit den Fingerkuppen darüber und zog auch gelegentlich an ihnen. Ein leises murren neben ihm signalisierte dem nervösen Fuchs, dass es Jasmin gefiel. Langsam setzte sich die Füchsin auf und zog sich das Shirt über den Kopf. Sie küsste ihn wieder und glitt nun ihrerseits unter das Shirt ihres geliebten.. Langsam stich sie über die ausgeprägten Bauchmuskeln und brachte nun den jungen Wolf zum murren. Sie unterbrach kurz den kuss und ließ damit zu, dass sich auch Illiander seines Shirts entledigte. Sie legten sich beide wieder hin und Jasmin setzte sich auf Illianders Bauch. Langsam öffnete sie hinter ihrem Rücken die Hose des Wolfes. Der verstand und strich sie sich von den Beinen, sobald die Füchsin fertig war. Gleichzeitig entledigte er sich seiner Unterwäsche. Sofort sprang sein ausgeschachteter Penis hervor und berührte den Rücken seiner geliebten. "Oho! Da kann es wohl jemand nicht mehr erwarten..." Illiander lächelte nur und griff wieder an diese perfekten Brüste, die sich direkt vor seinem Gesicht auf und abbewegten. Sanft begann er sie durchzukneten. Jasmins Stöhnen wurde nun immer lauter, und sie legte ihm einen Finger auf die Lppen. "Gedulde dich noch einen Augenblick mein süßer." Sie stand auf und ließ die Hosen über ihre Hüften gleiten. Nackt wie sie nun war, stieg sie wieder zu ihm ins Bett und legte sch neben ihn. Sie drehte sich zu hm und legte den Kopf auf Illianders Brust. "Mmmmmmh. Dein Fell ist so weich." Sie schloss genießerisch die Augen. Langsam wanderte ihre Hand zu Illianders Penis und umschloss diesen sanft. Langsam begann sie ihre Hand mit sanftem Druck auf und ab zu bewegen. "Ohhhhhhhh GOTT! Das fühlt sihc gut an. Hör bitte nicht auf." Lautes stöhnen erfüllte den Raum. Während der junge Wolf gemolken wurde, strich er mit seinem Finger zwischen Jasmins Shamlippen und brachte sie damit auch zum stöhnen. Nach einigen Minuten drückte Jasmin ihren Liebsten auf den Rücken und setzte sich wieder auf seinen Bauch. "Bist du bereit für den nächsten Schritt?" Illiander konnte nichts anderes machen als zu nicken. Langsam schob sich Jasmin selbst auf Illianders Schaft. Cm für cm drang der schwarze Wolf in die Lustgrotte des Fuchsmädchens ein. Jasmin schaffte es ihn komplett in sich auf zu nehmen. Nach und nach fing Illiander an seine Freundin zu stoßen. Schritt für Schritt erhöhte er seine Geschewindigkeit. Während er Jasmin stieß, beugte er sich vor und saugte an Jasmins Brüßten, was sie nun endgültig über die Schwelle brachte. Mit einem lauten Schrei kam sie unter starkem Zucken. Aber Illiander war noch nicht fertig. Immer schneller stieß er seinen Penis in die Füchsin, bis auch er nach etwa einer halben Stunde kam und Jasmin mit seinem Samen füllte. Erschöpt glitt Jasmin von ihm herunter und legte wieder den Kopf auf Illianders Brust. "D...das...das war der HAMMER! Ich bin noch nie so stark gekommen." Sie lächelte ihren Wolf an und er konnte nichts anderes tun, als das lächeln zu erwiedern. "Ich danke die meine süße" Er küsste Jasmin. "Ich hätte mir mein erstes Mal nicht schöner vorstellen können." Glücklich schliefen die beiden ein. Am nächsten morgen wachte Illiander schon sehr früh auf. Jasmin schlief noch neben ihm und der Wolf entschied sich, seine geliebte mit einem Frühstück zu überraschen. Er ging in die Küche und schob die Brötchen in den Ofen, während er Wurst und Käse aus dem Kühlschrank holte. Das waren gottseidank die einzigen elektrischen Geräte, die noch funktionierten. Als nach dem XXX (ausgesprochen: tritos Ex) der Strom ausfiel und auch nach knappen 20 Jahren nicht wiederkehrte, hatte Illianders Vater diese beiden Geräte vom Sperrmüll geholt und so modifiziert, dass sie mit Sonnenenergie funktionierten. Als die Brötchen fertig waren, stellte er alles auf ein Tablett und ging wieder in Richtung Zimmer. Kurz bevor er die Tür öffnen wollte, gab es eine laute Explosion, die den Boden unter ihm erbeben ließ. Der Knall war schon fast altäglich geworden, aber was Illiander Angst machte, war die Tatsache, dass unbeständige Kratzgeräusche aus Richtung seines Zimmers kamen. "Jasmin!" Illianders Gedanken überschlugen sich. Was war da los. Erschrocken ließ Illiander das Tablett fallen und stürzte in sein Zimmer. Was er da sah, verschlug ihm im ersten Moment die Sprache. Ein riesiger Roboter stand dort in seinem Zimmer. Die Wand hinter sich gesprengt, versuchte er Jasmin zu packen, die sich mit Händen und Füßen wehrte. Plötzlich viel etwas silbernes auf den Boden und der Roboter ließ augenblicklich von der nackten Füchsin ab. Er beugte sich vor und hob, wie Illiander nun sah, einen Ring auf. Daraufhin drehte er um und verschwand durch das Loch. Illiander war vor Angst wie gelähmt gewesen, aber jetzt sah er Jasmin am Boden liegen. Äußerlich unverletzt, aber zitternd vor Angst. Er lief zu seiner geliebten und half ihr, sich auf zu setzen. "Ist dir was passiert? Jasmin! Beruhige dich!" Langsam regte sich die Füchsin und sah Illiander an. "W...was ist passiert?" Ihre Augen weiteten sich. "Wo ist er? Wo ist der Ring?" Sie fasste Illiander an der Schulter und rüttelte ihn. "Wo ist er? Wo ist der Ring! Er muss doch irgendwo sein!" Sie geriet regelrecht in Panik. "Jetzt beruhige dich doch erstmal! Was ist denn so wichtig an dem Ring? Wenn er dir so wichtig war, kaufe ich dir einen neuen" Jasmin sah ihn vollkommen verständnislos an. "Neu kaufen? NEU KAUFEN!? Diesen Ring KANNST du nicht neu kaufen! Kennst du die Sage der 12 Ringe...? Die mit den Mönchen?" Illiander nickte nur. "Diese 12 Ringe verleihen dem Träger unvorstellbare Macht. Nur wurden sie am XXX in alle Himmelsrichtungen verstreut. Ich besaß einen der 12! Ich war die Wächterin des Schlangenringes. Dieser Ring ermöglicht eine Geschwindigkeit, zu der kein Wesen sonst fähig wäre." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_to be continued\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_

The Key by Whyte Yote

**The Key (C)MMVII Whyte Yote** "I have the key, Father! The key! You can't let them have it!" The coyote was dying. Robert Maguire had seen enough in his tenure to make him sure of that fact, even if he was unsure about nearly everything else in the world. His words were soft, muted, wet with the

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**The Key (C)MMVII Whyte Yote** "I have the key, Father! The key! You can't let them have it!" The coyote was dying. Robert Maguire had seen enough in his tenure to make him sure of that fact, even if he was unsure about nearly everything else in the world. His words were soft, muted, wet with the same blood that even now was beginning to coagulate on the priest's hands as he held the canine off the rough-hewn stone steps of the church dais. "My son, we need to get you to a doctor. You shouldn't be talking." Robert was whispering and he didn't know why. The cathedral was silent and closed. Saturday evening Mass had ended more than two hours ago. How this man, bloody and limping and infected with old wounds, had entered into the nave was the furthest thing from his mind. How to get him to a hospital, with no car, was more of a priority. "Father," said the coyote, who coughed, splattering red all over Robert's frock like a physical representation of what he had been thinking about before this had happened. "No doctors. Please. They can't find me. I--" another coughing fit. "I need your word." And he fell back, breath shallow, upon the dais. His word? What good was his word anymore? Integrity was not a word with which the badger associated much these days. "Lord, if you're there," he muttered under his breath, watching the coyote's vermilion, matted face, "you had better do something. I can't make this decision on my own." It was a cop-out and he knew it. He knew what he should do, and he was looking for a way out, another thing to blame on God, another sin left to the Father of all Man. Robert had just come out of the confessional, even though the last confession had been almost an hour gone. "You loved me." Robert was startled. He looked around the cathedral for the source before realizing it had come from the bleeding, delirious man in his arms. Had he really thought God was speaking to him? "Yes, my child?" "You loved me when no one else would. I don't blame you. I don't regret a minute." What was this, then? For the ramblings of a dying man, the coyote's eyes were remarkably clear. They held the old badger's own, masked by rimless spectacles, with stoic yellow fire. "We must get you some help. You're in a bad way." But the coyote thrust into his chest, twisting his frock and pulling him almost on top. His breath was rancid, irony. "Don't you see? I need to disappear. You don't understand." And Robert didn't understand. It was starting to eat him up inside, knowing he was in the middle of something very important yet unreachable by his mind. "No traces. Give me your word." The coyote coughed again, and a fresh warm torrent ran over the badger's fingers. The wounds were old, but they were deep. The sudden realization that there was no hope to save him fell like a weight heavier than years of Robert's own sinful pride, and he had to fight off the utter despair and focus as he lost this dying soul. "Take the key. No traces. No one can find you." "I can do that," he said. He felt like he wanted to do whatever he could to make this work, if these were the last moments, if he could do anything at all. He still didn't understand, but maybe it wasn't up to him. Maybe it would come later. The coyote smiled, showing teeth as red as the rest of his muzzle, and *laughed* a little. It must have felt good to him, and Robert was happy for that. "Thank you, Father." The canine convulsed, his whole frame seizing to one side, then the other. Robert was aware of his knees becoming soaked with blood. There was so much of it! "Breast...breast pocket..." Trying to reach into his shirt, the coyote stiffened and fell still. Robert thought that was the end until the hand that was halfway concealed now disappeared behind the tattered and soiled fabric, fumbling and finally making purchase. Jingling followed, and the object fell out of the coyote's grasp. It came to rest two steps below them. Robert picked it up, gleaming dully from candles scattered throughout the worship space. Gold-plated, it had long since lost its shine to a patina that looked decades old, yet it showed signs of having been cut recently and by a modern machine. The badger turned it over in his fingers, letting its supposed power and mystery hypnotize him, until he noticed the keychain attached to the key. "Father...do you remember?" the canine wheezed. A glaze was forming over his eyes, a gel thicker than it was supposed to be. There was no longer hope for him. But he had the key, and that was important. *Why* had yet to be answered. Robert looked at the keychain. It was familiar, and it was definitely older than the key. An old image, a reproduction of a painting from the Middle Ages, of an old polar bear with a flowing white beard and jovial features. A staff he held in one hand. His face was old, sage but youthful and bright. It was the face of Saint Nicholas. The patron saint of children. Robert remembered. Over twenty years ago. The coyote saw his face and smiled. "Father, remember...do me the honor, please..." He grabbed the badger's wrist with wet, limp fingers. "No traces." "No traces. Of course." "Thank you. My--" Coughing hard, struggling for breath, because he only needed one more, just one more. "My name is Colson Porter, and I never stopped loving you." And that was the last before his breathing was too shallow. But he was still alive. Robert sighed. Yes, now he remembered. Some of it he didn't want to. But now the coyote was only thirteen, fresh-faced and ready for the world. So many memories. Most of them beautiful. The priest felt like he should cry, but his capacity would not allow it. "Oh, Cole," he said, stroking the canine's hand. "I'll take care of everything. Now go be with God." "Go home," Colson replied. "That sounds nice." The yellow eyes faded, but did not close. It was over, with nary a sound to be heard. Robert folded the coyote's eyes and crossed himself, asking for a strength he knew he could never possess and not knowing whether he would receive help from where he needed it most, in this hour, on this night, for this soul. \* \* \* Saint Zita's was new enough to have been built with a large congregation in mind, but still old enough to have its own cemetery, hidden by thick stands of oak and pine, off the back of the building and its kitchen. People still came here to remember the dead, but not to mourn: not a single soul was left who was less than two generations removed from any resident of these plots. Robert Maguire toured the grounds often, sometimes in contemplation, others in sad--almost shameful--regret. The most recently interred was Jacob Goldsmith, born 11 October 1811, died 6 June 1879, Beloved Father, Skilled Horseman, Keeper of Dogs, Former '49er. Not the football kind, though. The priest bet, as he perspired under his heavy vestments even in the cool night (the thought had never occurred to him to disrobe), the venerable Jacob Goldsmith never had to deal with the kinds of stresses of this modern-day life. He also bet that if Jacob Goldsmith were anything like himself, he would have been beaten and hanged long before now. The old Chinese man who operated the only hardware store open past six o'clock in the evening gave him an odd look when he had stopped in to purchase more lye than any sane person could ever need, but it was half-hearted at best. It was the look of fleeting interest and pseudo-ambivalence that told the badger *You are being suspicious mister, but I'll let you go this time*. He muttered something about home-made soaps as a church fundraiser before laying down the cash and sulking, rather guiltily, out the door and back to Saint Zita's, where a grim task awaited him. Soft earth, made softer by a previous sudden afternoon squall, gave way easily even under Robert's weak arms. With only the intermittent glow from streetlamps to work by, Robert felt very much alone in his efforts, save for the key that kept jingling, announcing its presence in its new home of khaki slacks. Its weight in his pocket, like a rumor waiting to be discovered, reminded him often of the importance of following Cole's request. It also reminded him that beyond this, there was more to do than live and let it be. And if he did nothing, then something would happen by itself. The thought of that, unknown and possibly hideous, scared him into action. He was, after all, a man of fear. A vague sense that he didn't belong here, in this moment, at the handle of this shovel, permeated the badger's thoughts for the millionth time tonight. Such thoughts occurred to him often nowadays, more during otherwise normal moments, even in the middle of a sermon. The wrong person in the wrong body in the wrong world. But it was easier to do what he knew best and get on with it. Live and let it be, but once again, that argument came around full-circle and ended in a smoldering pile of thought-ashes because of Cole. Cole and his stupid dying and his stupid key. *Serenity, Father,* he thought, and he could see clearly again. The floating patches of light that were the white fur on his palms, gripped tightly and resolutely, removing the last cubic feet of earth from a grave that was never to be discovered. Unless the coyote's movements could be traced through witnesses; then, if the inquiries came, he would tell the truth: that he had respected a dying man's last wishes as a priest and a Catholic, a trustee of God himself. (Though God was becoming more and more of a scapegoat than anything else) You want to take possession of the body? Sure, I'll take you to it. I'll fill out a report, too. Anything special he said? No, just asked to be buried where no trace of him would remain. But some of that was a lie. This was the inner city. You did what you must to get ahead. The coyote's body, athletic but frail and heavier than it looked and laid atop a black plastic trash bag, slid easily over the short grass and into the hole. The only thing Robert could think of as he parted the plastic and opened the first container of lye was an exhibit he had been to once, in the German town of Dachau. There was a Holocaust memorial and museum there. Foreboding smothered everything with intangible weight as he had viewed the camp, from the guard towers to the ovens. As he stood in the only remaining barracks, viewing a pile of thousands upon thousands of shoes of the dead, he had spied a photograph in the opposite corner. It was from 1945, when the Allies had liberated the camp and taken photos as evidence. Hundreds of stickly bodies occupied this photograph, blown up to three-by-four feet. They, just like the shoes, were thin, worn and leathery. And there were hundreds in this corner. It had dawned on Robert then, as he turned around, that the corner he had just left was the very same one as in the photograph. It was an unspeakably dirty feeling, one that made him feel very vulnerable at that moment. This is what burying Cole felt like. Forcing himself to go through the motions as if they were practiced, though this was a first, was also unspeakably dirty. But it was the only way he would get through tonight without breaking down. Separated, yes, but not unrelated. *(What do you feel)* After all these years, the coyote had come to him for the end *(I feel really warm. It's nice)* to give him something cherished, something important and bigger than them both *(I like doing it for you)* but whose importance *(But is it wrong)* meant nothing to him. *(Not if you don't want it to be)* He wanted to look away as he poured the lye over Cole's body, but he wanted to make sure not a drop was wasted or spilled. It coated the coyote's fur, pasting it down and even splashing onto the part of his tongue that hung from his muzzle. Robert made quick work of the second container, then the third. He would discard each one separately, each in a place where they wouldn't be noticed, each in a place wherever who found it would just throw it into the system for him. If the cops ever wanted to know, he wouldn't be able to tell them much. As far as he knew, not a single law was being broken. Church ground was immune. Robert didn't want to wait around for the lye to start working, because he knew exactly what it would do. No traces, that was what it would do. Refilling the hole was a simpler task than digging it out, and took less than half the time. He tamped it down when he was done, but he would have to wait until morning to make sure the ground was level. Then he would throw grass seed and hay over the spot and water it. The grave would hide in plain sight, and Robert doubted a single parishioner would notice. It was not until he reentered the church, and his office, that the badger noticed how exhausted the burial had made him. It was a reminder of his age, just like a lot of things reminded him of his age these days. The night would end with a cup of orange pekoe tea and a little light reading; these minor yet familiar things helped soften, if not erase, what he had just done. Candles and Gregorian chant added to his state of mental ease. Though he didn't want to, Robert found his thoughts wandering to the mysterious key and its story. Obviously to Cole, it was the crux of a larger picture, something important and vital and so secretive that the only person he entrusted it to was an old priest from his childhood church. The fact of their former relationship had undoubtedly weighed heavily on his decision, but it had been decades since they had last spoken. Robert found himself wondering how much effort it had taken the coyote to find him. Maybe it was just as easy as coming home. The sound of the tea water boiling brought him away from his thoughts. Whatever it was, nothing could be done about it tonight. It might even have to wait until Monday lunchtime, because tomorrow was Sunday and he had four masses over which to preside. Looking at his mantel clock, the badger saw it was drawing on eleven-thirty. Much too late for an old man to be up and about. He lit a few candles, poured the tea and settled his bulk into the old armchair that had been a part of this room since he'd been installed at St. Zita's. Its leather, darkened and dulled but never torn, it was itself a reminder of Cole's days here as a choir-boy. In fact, this was the chair where...where... "Oh, dear," said Robert, and his voice broke. "Oh, Cole." And the night was finally over. The weight of it all settled like a wraith on his shoulders as he sipped his tea, as the tears flowed freely, as Father Maguire mourned the death of the coyote and Death in general. They matted his cheeks, yet he said not a word and made no sound, just stared straight ahead at the reproduction of *The Last Supper* on the wall opposite the chair. It was good to let it go; he was surprised to find he couldn't remember the last time he'd cried for the sake of crying, for something worth crying about. He fell asleep that way, his left hand resting on the teacup, the right in his pocket, clutching the key he could not afford to lose yet he would give anything to make it go away, along with its trail of mystery and despair. **FIN** **6/1/07**

The Halo: Chapter Nine by Lithe

#10 of Dark Star - Chapter Nine: Home     The shuttle landed in the street right in front of Jim's single story home. The hour and racket it caused would certainly earn him an ear full from his neighbor later that day, but he would worry about that when it happened. The fennec led the vixen to the

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Chapter Nine: Home The shuttle landed in the street right in front of Jim's single story home. The hour and racket it caused would certainly earn him an ear full from his neighbor later that day, but he would worry about that when it happened. The fennec led the vixen to the front door and unlocked it with the key he kept hidden in the light above the door. Mark had taken everything that was on him before he dumped him in the snow weeks ago. He closed the door behind him and locked it. The early morning hour didn't bother either one thanks to the sleep they got during the trip. They had found ways to entertain themselves, only adding to the vexation of the pilots, so they wouldn't be bored. Vera looked around the house, cutting on each light as she searched. Jim noticed it was much cleaner than when he left it. A note and paper bag on the small kitchen table explained why. Mark had sent someone ahead of them to clean the place up and return his things. His wallet, key ring, and communicator were all there in the bag. The panther had also given him a heads up as to what his boss was told. The husky had been informed that he had won a contest and was on vacation. A temporary replacement had been sent in to cover Jim's spot on the recovery team. His boss was expecting him to show up for work at ten that morning. He had six hours before he needed to be there. That should give him enough time to shower and set up a few rules for Vera to follow while he was away. He had a seat at the kitchen table as Vera entered the small room. "What do you think?" She smiled happily and let her tail wag behind her. "It already feels like home." He smiled and motioned for her to have a seat at the table. Instead of pulling up a chair, Vera sat in his lap with a grin. After giving her a hug, he took a breath. "I've got six hours before I have to go to work this morning." She frowned at the mention of him having to go. "I'll be back at nine tonight if I don't get any serious calls. It'll be the same thing every day except the last three of the week. I'm off for the weekend then." She smiled again with a nod. "I think I can survive that long." Jim chuckled and licked her neck. She shivered and let her ears fall to the side. "I hope so. I'd really miss you if you vanished." Once the shiver ended, she looked at him with that sheepish grin from the cave. "Do that again please, Master." He smiled before shaking his head slightly. "I need to discuss a few rules for you to follow while I'm at work. Don't break these... it's important." The vixen nodded with a disappointed look on her face and waited for him to continue. "First, I don't want you to leave the house unless it's an emergency. Don't let anyone in while I'm gone. Don't even answer the door. If someone tries to break in, unlikely it may be, I want you to defend yourself and call me when you can. I'll leave the number by the home comm system. I won't ask you to do any more than your share of the housework. You have access to the video screen in the living room and anything in the kitchen as long as you know what you're doing. You got me so far?" "Yes, Master." She smiled brightly, earning another lick from the fennec. This time, the girl let out a whimper in pleasure. "Good girl. Now, while I'm here and there's a guest in the house, under no circumstances are you to call me master. That would end up with me doing a whole lot of explaining that I'd rather not have to do. In public, the same rule applies. In the event of a slip up, we could say you lost a bet or something." Vera giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. "Good idea." "For now, I think those rules cover everything." Jim's ears perked up at the sound of a wheeled car pulling into the driveway outside the house. The car was familiar sounding. It belonged to his best friend and team mate. Justin McNeil was a fennec like Jim, but his fur was much darker. It was an unusual chocolate color that clashed to an extent with his blue, green tinted eyes. Jim looked at Vera with a smile. "Remember the rules, Vera." She nodded and got out of his lap as someone knocked at the door. "Yes, Jim." He walked to the door and opened it to see Justin standing there in his uniform. He intended to stay till it was time to work it seemed. "Jim! Holy shit! I heard a shuttle touch down by your place and had to see if you were back. We missed ya, man! How was your trip? Didja pick anyone up?" The grin on his face went to a look of shock after the vixen in the back of the room giggled. He stared at Jim. "No way... really?" Jim stood aside and let his friend enter. Vera stood with her hands clasped together in front of her exposed belly. A smile was on her face as she gave the man a nod. "Good morning!" The chocolate fennec stared at her for a moment before snapping out of it. "By the heavens, Jim. Did you have to have the hottest girl at the resort?" Both Jim and Vera blushed at his comment earning a laugh from Justin. "Chill guys, just messing with you." He leaned against the wall with a grin. "Are you going to introduce me to her, Sir?" Jim chuckled and nodded. "Vera, this is my right hand man and fellow team mate, Justin. Justin, this girl is the current and permanent owner of my heart, Vera." Justin shook her hand with a smile. "Pleased to meet you miss. You'll like the commander. He's a great guy." Vera only grinned as she shook his hand. "I know." The three had a seat in the small living room to continue the conversation. "So, Jim, tell me about the trip. Where did you go? They said you won big in some kind of contest." Jim nodded and put an arm around Vera's shoulders. She rested her head against his shoulder while he spoke. "I'm not sure." He chuckled. "No one would tell me. It was some place in the mountains though. Froze the whole time until I met her. I didn't have to pay for anything the whole time I was there. Everything was covered. When I left, I was given a check I plan on cashing before I head home this evening." "How big is the check? A few thousand?" Jim held out his hand. For a moment, the darker fennec just stared at it. He shook it slowly with a wrinkled brow. "What was that about?" "You just shook the hand of a multimillionaire." Justin's eyes widened as his jaw hung open. "No way. How much, dude. Seriously." Jim removed the check from his pocket and read the line aloud. "Pay to the order of Jim Stevens twenty five million credits." He turned the check around so the other fennec could see. His mouth hung open once again. "I don't believe it! Are you still going to work search and rescue?" He nodded and put the check back in his pocket. "Yeah. First thing I'm doing is stashing twenty million into savings. The other five, I'll put on my card and use carefully." "Got any plans on how to spend it?" Jim nodded again and gave the vixen a gentle squeeze. "She needs clothes. They lost hers on the way back to the space port." The vixen looked up at him with bright eyes. "You'll do that for me?" "Yeah. You live here now, right?" Justin held both hands up to stop the conversation. "Hold up a minute. Did you just say she lives here?" "Yeah." He looked back and forth for a moment before an ear tilted to the side. "Have you two...?" Jim and Vera looked at each other for a moment with grins on their faces. The chocolate fennec groaned. "You guys have, haven't you?" Jim licked Vera's neck sending a shiver down her spine. Her ears fell to the sides as a quiet moan left her mouth. Jim looked at his friend as the vixen grinned and returned the gesture. Justin faked a retch and held up a hand. "Stop... I've seen enough." Both Jim and Vera laughed at his reaction. "After getting her clothes, I'm going to have a new home built on some land nearby if there's enough there. I'll fix up my truck and live comfortably on the rest." Justin shook his head with a grin. "You go away for a month and a half and come back stinking rich with a vixen that could make the night sky jealous. You lucky bastard." The two men shared a laugh. The sun had risen just enough to let light in through the blinds on the window. Odd shapes from the small holes were cast on the wall and floor of the room. "Kidding aside, you must have had a blast." "Yeah. It wasn't at first though. Meeting her made all the difference." Vera smiled as Justin stood and stretched. His gaze fell on the collar around the vixen's neck before shifting back to Jim. "I better let you get settled in before work. I'll see you when you head in." He waved at the pair before stepping out the door. "Bye guys, and try not to wear yourself out before work Jim." He pulled the door shut behind him and soon drove off to leave his friend to prepare for the day ahead. Vera moved to lay her head in Jim's lap as soon as she felt the coast was clear. She looked up at him with a smile and relaxed when he rubbed her ears. "Hope he didn't bug you too much. He does that sometimes." Vera giggled and tilted her head back to stretch a little. "No. He seems like a good person. Have you known him a while, Master?" "Yeah." He started to rub the girl's belly. "He lives about a block away from here. He helped me move in four years ago and we've been friends since. He stops by sometimes on the weekends to hang out and try to get me to find a girlfriend. He says someone in my line of work shouldn't be single. Guess he can stop trying to play match maker, huh?" Vera laughed and nodded. "If he stops by while you're gone, can I let him in?" "Yes, but be careful. He likes to ask a lot of questions. I'm expecting quite a few when I get to work." He glanced at the clock to find he had an hour and a half left to get ready. "Speaking of, I need to shower and get my uniform on." Vera stood and and reached out to help him up. He didn't need it, but he wouldn't refuse the offer. "Are you hungry? I could have breakfast ready for you when you get out." Took her hand and stood with her help before heading slowly toward the bedroom. The only door to the bathroom was through there. "A small breakfast would be fine. Can you manage that?" With a nod and a cheery smile, Vera started for the kitchen. "As soon as I get used to the stove and appliances, I shouldn't have any trouble." "I'll be out in half an hour." As he thought, Jim was swarmed with questions as soon as he walked through the front door. Justin had told everyone all about Vera and what he knew of his trip. Jim explained the winnings he got from the contest and discovered the location of the land he had been given. It was a good sized bit of high value real estate just a quarter mile from their base of operations. His plans for the future were kept quiet for the time being. Once they were satisfied with the answers they got, they split off to get to work leaving Jim to his duties. Jim now sat in a break room waiting for a call to come in. He was thankful it had been a quiet day so far, but that didn't keep boredom from setting in and making him lose focus. He was about to drift off for a nap when Justin walked into the room and sat in front of him. He chuckled at Jim and started to open a bag of chips he got from the small cafe a few doors away. "Falling asleep?" Jim sat up and stretched with a yawn. "Unfortunately." "Can't have that, man. People are depending on us." The lighter fennec shot the other a strange look. "Did someone disconnect the phone or something? I've never seen a day this quiet." Justin nodded and pulled some chips from the bag. "It's down right creepy if you ask me. I'm not going to complain about the lack of work though. Just means people are being careful today. Something just feels wrong. Usually we get a call about a missing kid that walked to the store behind their parent's back or someone getting their car stuck in the dunes." "Yeah. I know what you mean. Was there some kind of demonstration scheduled for today that we forgot about?" Justin shrugged as the phone rang in the other room. Both men stood to listen to the call as the husky activated the screen. "Qustoba Search and Rescue. How can we help you today, sir?" The man on the screen was using a wrist mounted comm device. His hair was ruffled from a helmet and there was a little dirt on his face. "I'm, uh... lost somewhere in the western plain. My quad's out of fuel and none of my friends are answering." "Do you have a GPS locator on your comm device?" The man nodded before looking over his shoulder. "I think so. I don't know if it works though. The main screen was damaged a little while ago when I fell on it after a bad jump." "We've got your signal, sir. Stay with your vehicle and someone will be with you shortly." The sound of wind kicking up was picked up by the microphone in the device. The man put his helmet on and covered the space on the bottom with his other hand. "Could you guys hurry? I hate to rush you, but a storm's on the way." "No problem. We'll have a man out there shortly." He turned to look at the two foxes behind him. "You guys want this one?" Jim nodded. "I'll go get the truck." The husky smiled as he walked out the door. "It's good to have you back, Jim." The fennec froze in the doorway before looking at the husky with a grin. "It's good to be back."

Harem Harlot, Part 6 by Lucidum

#7 of Lucidum: Harem Harlot A longer follow-up to my last piece in the Harem Harlot story, Lucidum may not be able to get pregnant....but that mare in her womb sure is! - Overindulgence meant little to those who had everything....and even less to those who had never had anything. Lucidum...raven,

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Overindulgence meant little to those who had everything....and even less to those who had never had anything. Lucidum...raven, woman, overindulgent harem harlot....she was all of these things, but it had not always been so. The raven was once male, and a thief....poor and street-wise, having made his living in his youth cutting purses on the streets, and in his adulthood pulling heists high above them, taking what he pleased from the spires and mansions of the upper class and selling untold treasures just to make a (dis)honest living. You didn't have to be born into the highest echelons of society...but it was no easy task to earn your way into them, and a young man of a mistrusted and duplicitous species such as his did not warrant honest, hard-working pay. He had grown up with nothing, always wanting more. And now, trapped in a woman's body with a curse sprung from that very same ambition, Lucidum had everything she could ever want, and yet it was never enough. The gods, if there were such a thing, had curse Lucidum to live out a life blessed with eternal youth, vigor, and unending lust...albeit trapped in the body of a nubile young maiden, the runes imprinted in the skin of her womb a testament to her own greed....and yet, she was not certain that it was such a curse after all. The raven lounged atop a pile of cushions in her harem chamber, clutching at the rounded swells of her heavily engorged belly with both hands, her abdomen stretched tightly around the squirming forms of two equine slaves inside her. The mare had not yet foaled, her pregnancy was nearly six months through, and her own belly was round and smooth with the life inside....and her gravid state seemed to be affecting the avian woman who housed her. Lucidum hated and loved her body all at once. She was gorgeous, exceptionally beautiful and able to perform many new, exotic, and extraordinarily pleasurable acts, it was true...but satisfaction was always short-lived...no amount of seed, nor harem of slaves could satiate her appetites for more than a short while....even with a womb swollen with a pregnant slave mare and her most virile stallion Theo inside to keep her company, Lucidum's womb hungered for more. In fact, with the mare inside her, she seemed to be even more lustful than usual. She slept soundly to the grunts and moans and winnies of Theo and the pregnant mare fucking each other senseless inside her swollen belly, but when she awoke, she often needed to prod the two into another round of lovemaking, the raven rolling her hips and caressing her plump, milk-swollen breasts to the rhythm. Despite how long it had been since the change...Lucidum still couldn't fathom the sheer range of pleasures that his female body experienced. From the hot flush of arousal to the shocking tingle of foreplay, the deep, internal rippling of her tight vaginal passageway over a man's member, to tight pressure of her breasts swelling with milk, growing more sensitive with each passing day before she let her slaves (or herself) drink from her supple tits. But unbirthing...this was not an act normal women could accomplish, she doubted whether anyone had ever experienced the same sensations that she did now. Pregnancy was one thing- something, she was surprised to find that she jealously envied in normal women. But the feeling of her virginally-tight pussy stretching enough to fit another fur inside her, so tight that it almost hurt, and then to feel them deep inside her belly, stretching so tightly around their body that they accommodated nearly her entire midsection. She was so used to being lithe and thin, her belly tight and toned, the skin stretched so far around the mare (she really ought to have asked her name...) and Theo inside her womb that, had she not feathers, they would be clearly visible through it. The first few times her lust had overcome her senses, and she'd unbirthed a harem slave- the younger Corgi herm named Michelle, it had been almost on instinct, but her mind had rebelled. Lucidum had panicked even while his (or her) body acted on its own accord, and the feeling of stretching to the verge of pain and the apex of pleasure had been a sensation unlike anything felt before. Lucidum was of average height, only 5'4" tall...and was certain that her lithe, slender body could never fit another inside it! Whatever sorcery bound him in this body, however, allowed the erstwhile male to stretch (so far) without limit, and with the shorter, lighter Michelle compacted in the fetal position within his new womb, even the modestly-sized Lucidum could stand and walk, clutching her rounded belly, if somewhat awkward in gait with such a weight inside her. Mind drifting back towards the present, the raven heaved a sigh of deep-seated pleasure as that Corgi- her first unbirth "victim," removed her snout from between Lucidum's thighs, muzzle coated in lustful juices as she finished eating her mistress out. It was a small pleasure compared to the incomparable heat and intermittent jolts of orgasm that ran up the raven's spine as the horses inside her reached their peak together, an exultant whinny of equine bliss echoing through the harem chamber, barely muffled by the raven's skin as all three of them came to a simultaneous climax, her hot insides caressing their forms, outlined neatly through her belly. While the corgi may have taken up very little space in her belly, two horses were another story entirely. Her curse only allowed her to stretch to inconceivable limits....it did nothing for the weight of what was inside. Theo was a tall, strong, virile stallion, easily 210 pounds and standing close to seven feet tall; even in fetal position inside Lucidum's womb, she could barely stand, and had to walk slowly to avoid bowling over with the weight in her gut. The mare was almost exactly Lucidum's height, however, though more athletic in build. Her weight had been tolerable inside the raven, only a month pregnant and weighing a mere 108 pounds, the bird could stand and walk easily (or, could have at that time, had she not spent the last week being repeatedly fucked by horses!) The mare was pregnant and showing it now, however, six months in, belly round and tight, adding maybe fifteen pounds to her- still easily carried, but with Theo joining her they added up to such a load that the raven was resigned to lounging in her harem chamber, attended to by her full panoply of slaves- Michelle and Theo being the only two from her original harem that she had recaptured. Once this ordeal was done, and the mare and Theo were out of her body, she would consider a new approach...but for now, she collapsed into a deep, restful sleep, too heavy with the horses in her womb to even waddle to the bedchamber, Lucidum let her mind drift...dreaming of what it would be like to live a normal life as a woman, making love to a husband instead of harem slaves, being pregnant, gravid with eggs and giving birth to children she could suckle and raise......

The Experiment by DracosBlackwing

The Experiment by Dracos Blackwing (all characters copyrighted by the author; no stealing please! ^\_^) The doctor stood at his computer terminal, the blue glow of the monitor lighting his features. He was a 5' 11" grey squirrel, in his mid twenties. He wore a pair of glasses, and had an off-white

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The Experiment by Dracos Blackwing (all characters copyrighted by the author; no stealing please! ^\_^) The doctor stood at his computer terminal, the blue glow of the monitor lighting his features. He was a 5' 11" grey squirrel, in his mid twenties. He wore a pair of glasses, and had an off-white labcoat on, draping over an athletic body. An odd bulge ran up the front of the coat, pulling it tight to his shoulders. His brown eyes scanned the screen in front of him gleefully. He had almost done it! Soon, he would complete his last, greatest biological breakthrough. He had long been interested, some would say obsessed, with the male sex organs. How they worked, thier size, their efficiency. When he had tested certain formulas on an unknowing patient, the medical society had cast him out, even though the person had had no complaints; who would complain about a 15" penis that came almost steadily without stopping from the slightest touch, and that could keep doing it at will, without any negative side effects? But the other doctors had deemed him too insane for conducting such a test without authorization, and had banned him from experimenting on others, or from conducting medical work on anyone else. That hadn't stopped him, though. He still had his own body to work with, and due to several saavy investments, had quite a fortune to work with. He had had this laboratory constructed, and had begun his research. First, he had addressed the sensitivity of the organ, deeming it much too weak. A male should be in complete ecstacy for the brief time that he came, not just barely feeling it. He had used a combination of super computer simulations and careful sample cell tests to enhance and alter the nerve cells in a subject so that while cumming, the entire body would experience the pleasure, not just the man's cock. He had immediately tested it on himself as soon as he had perfected it, completely ignoring the fact that he had broken a code that could be used to restore damaged nerves and enhance brain function; some things were just more important. It had worked just as he wanted it to, except that the mind numbing orgasms only lasted for a few seconds. Which had given him his next project. Why not increase the length of the orgasms, so as to prolong the effects of the previous formula? He had quickly started on this next idea, and settled on nanotech as a way of safely altering the physical makeup of his balls so as to make them produce more cum, for an extended period. This too he had immediately used on himself, with the result that his bedroom had begun to have a strange smell to it and he had been forced to install a drain in the floor of his bathroom. Thinking of that particular enhancement, he reached down to rub at his balls, which always felt as if he needed to drain them now. They were each the size of a softball, and stretched the skin of his sac tightly. He rubbed them eagerly, forgetting for a moment what he was doing. "Now, now... I can do this afterwards; first to complete my greatest experiment." He reluctantly returned to typing on the keyboard, thinking as he did of the other marvels that he had created. His cock was always hard now; he had heard a thousand times that it was a problem, or that it was unhealthy, but he had created a formula that just made it pleasant. Unconciously, he thrust his hips softly; the head of his shaft brushing up against his collarbone. That too had been a formula he had created. He had used the nanobots to copy cells in his cock's length, increasing it's size and girth. It had been a measly 8" long and two inches wide; now it was a 15" long and almost 3" wide along the entire length, and could get even larger. He humped gently at his labcoat, stroking the head of his shaft faster and faster, starting to lose his train of thought. Suddenly, he forced himself to stop, breathing heavily. "I have to finish first." he said to his cock, which throbbed at him eagerly, urging him to forget again and go relieve himself. "No, not yet!" he muttered, then returned doggedly to his typing. As he worked, he reminisced on the other improvements he had made: he had increased his stamina to the point where he only came if he wanted to; he had added a special series of valves and heart-like organs to his shaft that kept it stiff and made it throb steadily like a beating heart; he had even developed a colony of nanobots within his body whose sole purpose was to multiply the amount of semen and sperm his body created, allowing him to produce gallons of cum at a time. As these thing ran through his mind, the front of his labcoat began to get wet with precum; he didn't bother with clothes much anymore, they tended to get in the way when he needed to satisfy himself. He only wore the labcoat in the lab, to keep the delicate machinery from getting sticky. Even so, he found himself resting his cheek against his throbbing shaft's head, licking it through the coat. It sent waves of pleasure so intense through him, he felt his head spinning, and it swelled even further, pushing through the neck of his coat and pulsing in front of his eyes, blocking his view of the screen. For a moment, he couldn't think of anything but cumming; that hot pulsing feeling ripping through his senses and leaving him unable to do anything but stroke and gasp and cum and cum and... With a supreme effort, he stopped working at himself; he had started sucking on the monstrous rod, and had opened his labcoat to pump his hands along the pulsing length, working towards a good cumshot. But if he did that, his computations would be lost, and he would never reach his ultimate goal. You see, he had discovered the one fatal flaw in the male genitialia and intended to correct it. Being curious and interested in the male sex organ, he had examined many specimens in his search for a way to improve on them. He had noticed a trend; the males with the hardest cocks were also the smallest comparitively, and depended on blood pressure to get erect. On the other hand, the truly huge males tended to have cocks made of muscle, but couldn't use them for long; they were too heavy and sensitive, and would cum too soon, then retract. He had solved the hardness problem with the valves, but hadn't been able to endow himself with a truly huge shaft. The biggest he could support comfortably was a 10' rod, with 12" balls. Past that, the weight of the organs would make them pull free under their own weight. He winced at the thought. Also, trying to keep such an organ hard with blood pressure tended to use more blood than the body could give, causing unconciousness and blood pressure related problems, like heart failure and burst arteries. So he had decided to use a muscular approach. But then, he still had weight problems... until it came to him, as he was... relieving himself, and was feeling around the base of his shaft. If it was connected with some kind of support... he had immediately begun designing a cartilage skeleton for his cock,using a shape similar to what a snake had, with a spine running along the top side, and ribs arching around the shaft, stopping near the tube running underneath. He had realised that this form would allow him almost unlimited increase, but still wanted some sort of mobility, so he had begun alteration plans for the lower part of his body as well. He had programmed increases in the musculature of his legs, hips, rump and feet, as well as increasing the strength of the tendons and joints. He had also increased the size and spread of his soles, so as to give added support to the final result. He had felt a horny flush run through him as he looked at the final result on the screen; he would be able to double or even triple the original specs! He imagined himself with a 20 or 30 foot long cock, with 3 foot wide balls, and had jacked off for hours, thinking how good it would feel... and what an accomplishment it would be, of course. Now he stood in front of his monitor, trying to stop sucking himself long enough to finish inputting the final algorythms... He pushed his cock onto his shoudler, resting his cheek against it and continued to type. Finally, the final computation was finished. He grinned at the 'Computations Accepted.' quote on the screen. He could move to the nanotech application room now, and soon he would have his wish granted. Gripping his cock and softly stroking at it, he walked into the room, his balls bouncing on his thighs. As he entered the room, he dropped his labcoat to the floor and began stroking himself in earnest; this room was designed to deal with the sudden urges that came over him while he was working, and had several wide drains in the floor. Climbing on the padded (and waterproof) table top, he lay on his back, holding his cock up so it pointed to the ceiling and working it with both hands. A cascade of precum flowed down it's pulsing length, quickly slickening up it's sides, until he was able to speed up, his hands flying over the throbbing length. His entire body felt as if it were pulsing in time with the massive rod, which had reached it's maximum length of 18"; he kept it so hard so often that it had actually gained in length. He felt the steady flow of pre washing over his hips; it felt like a warm, sticky shower, and he groaned, curling his feet up and gripping at his balls with his toes. He waited for one of his mistakes to kick in; one of his favorite mistakes. When he stroked himself, but didn't allow himself to cum, he eventually reached a point where it felt as if he were coming anyway, with the full force of an orgasm pulsing through his body, and jets of precum spurting from his cock. He watched and groaned as his cock pulsed harder and harder, shooting jets of clear fluid around the room, quickly coating his body. The first shock of false orgasm rushed through him, and he yelled wordlessly, his body going stiff with pleasure. When he came, every nerve in his body sent pleasure messages to his brain, swamping all other sensation. He humped at his grasping fingers, thrusting hard as he shook from head to toe with the force of his almost coming. 'Now the second mistake should kick in..." He grunted as the base of his shaft, filled to bursting with held back cum, began to expand outward, quickly spreading up the length of his shaft. The sensation was indesrcibable and he grunted wildly as his fingers were forced apart until they were resting on opposite sides of his now 12" wide shaft. The bulging increased, moving slowly up the massive shaft, until it reached the head, where it stopped. The doctor wanted to cum so bad; but it felt so good to hold it! He had held himself like this until his shaft had actually trippled in girth once; then he had cum for eight hours straight, the feedback of pleasure too much for him to halt on his own. Feeling the pressure building, and watching the massive veins in his cock swelling, he decided he would have time to try this again after the operation, and relaxed his last bit of resistance. The geyser of cum flooding from his shaft reached the ceiling easily, and splashed around the room, quickly overflowing all but one drain on the far side of the room. The clear plexiglass windows to the room were coated in a spray of cum, looking like someone was pouring milk down them. The table became slippery, and the doctor squirmed around eagerly, drenched in cum. He worked his tongue out of his mouth, lapping up the sweet rain, and squeezed with his muscular toes at his balls, urging them on. They swelled and pulsed underneath his feet, filling then spewing thier contents to the sky. After almost an hour of cumming, his shaft slowly began to shrink, then the spout of cum trailed off, leaving the doctor panting happily. "And this is why I needed to do these experiments." he said to the room. He gripped his still hard, still ready shaft, then began stroking himself again. "I can cum like that over and over!" he panted eagerly, working his paws faster. "The same amounts! Again and again!" he pulled himself into a sitting position, working his arms around the throbbing shaft. "I... can do it... \*grunt!\* as man...ahhh!... many times... as... as I want...!" The doctor reached up and gripped the head of his shaft, pressing two fingers into the wide slit at the top and working them in and out. Cum immediately began to boil from it, and he worked another finger, then two into his slit, cum now spurting crazily from the partially blocked opening. "Huuhh! Huunngh!" pressing wildly, he managed to get his entire hand into the head of his shaft, and began trying to work his wrist in, cumming furiously. The small thing couldn't handle it though, and he was forced to pull his hand free and let his cum shoot out, drenching him again. Finally, he decided to let the operation progress, then return to his fun; it would be much more interesting afterwards, anyway! \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* The doctor didn't bother washing off the cum; if this operation was anything like the last one, there would be a lot more before it finished. He reached to one side of the tabletop, then pulled out a screen that had been concealed under the edge. Lifting the glass plate protecting the keys, he hit the activation sequence. Panels in the roof slid open and robotic arms extened from the ceiling. The doctor felt his balls draw up in excitement, excitement that just became heightened by two of the arms gripping his ankles and pulling his legs apart and down. Straps extended from the table restraining him from moving; the last treatment he had used on himself had felt so good, he had nearly broken one of the arms working it against himself. Two more arms gripped his shaft, which throbbed, then held it upright. A fifth arm lowered, holding the end of a wide tube, and pressed it against, and into, the head of his now throbbing shaft. He watched with rising arousal as the arm, tube and all, pressed itself into his cock, sliding down it's length. The other two arms holding his shaft worked at it carefully, helping the fifth arm to go deeper, and making the doctor squirm eagerly, thrusting his hips as best he could. The arm reached the base of his shaft, then shifted a bit and continued up into his body, making him shiver in pleasure. He held back with all his might, though he could no longer stop himself from working his hips, shifting the tube and arm in and out of his cockhead. Precum spurted out around the arm, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations. After what seemed an eternity, the arm stopped moving in, and he watched a silvery flow of liquid move down the length of the tube; nanobots. They would carry out the conversion of his sex organ and some of the other changes as well. He jumped as another arm lowered, then winced in surprise as it began pushing itself into his rear, pulling another tube behind it. "This must be the... other nanobots...uuunnghh!" Grunting and squirming he watched the arm slid itself several feet into his rear; he shifted his hips, thrusting at the arm deep in his cock, and felt a bit of answering pleasure from his rear as well. "Huuunn! I might need to investigate this further!" He worked at both arms, groaning and trying to wait for the nanobots to begin. A sudden rush of cum shot from the head of his shaft, and then his balls began to expand. They grew and grew, until they overlapped his thighs, which he saw were beginning to grow as well. He grunted and thrust harder, feeling each thrust gaining in strength as his legs and feet grew stronger. His ass muscles gripped at the arm pushed in between them, pulling it in deeper. Concentrating, the doctor was able to begin pulling and pushing the arm in and out of his ass using just his muscles! He started them to stroking him deeply, grunting in pleasure and pushing his hips forward harder, straining the straps holding him down. Finally his cock began to change as well; the veins lining it grew huge, and branched out under the skin until the entire length was webbed with them. It swelled in girth, expanding to two thirds the width of his altered hips, then began to change further. It took on a corded, muscular look, and stopped pulsing, instead swelling like a tightly flexed bicep. The doctor threw his head back and, with a powerful thrust of his still growing hips, broke the restraints. He gripped his shaft with both hands and began working it at the arm still deeply embedded inside. Cum exploded from it's head, gouting more powerfully than even the doctor had thought possible, showering him in so much cum he had to hold his breath for a moment. It continued to grow, sliding along the arm until it was pressed against the ceiling, and then pushing into the hole the arm had come out of. The doctor humped at the hole in the roof, feeling his cock swallowing the arm right to where it was connected to the ceiling; a large metal ball joint. He grunted, pushing against this as well, and came even harder as it slid deeply into the head of his cock, slippery with his cum. The arm in his ass was being pulled deeper and deeper, until it began to whir and grind, extended as far as it could go. The squirrel's ass muscles pulled even harder, dislocating the arm from the ceiling and dragging it deeper still. The doctor leaned forward, raising his tail and gripping at his cock, humping into the ceiling, as the arm was drawn right up to the ball joint into his ass, where it strained to go further. His huge feet splayed powerfully on the tabletop as he stood, his body still changing. THe ball joint between his cheeks pressed in, then slid slowly into his ass, stretching him widely. Looking around eagerly, he saw the arms still attached to his cock and ankles, no longer able to restrict his movement at all. He pulled the two from his cock and then eased back from the one in the ceiling, a horny thought flooding his mind. His cock unflexed as he thought of what he wanted to do, and he was able to draw it down to where he could reach the head. Carefully, he pushed the straining arms into the head of his shaft, slowly flexing the muscle that was his cock until they were buried as deeply as the first one, then thrusting agianst them all at once. The sensation made him come again; this time he had to hold his breath even longer, his still swelling balls pumping gallons of cum at every spurt. As he had done at during every procedure, the horny doctor made a mess of his room, but even more so now than ever before. When he walked from the room, pulling the last of the disconnected arms from the head of his shaft, he was still too horny to stop. He went to sit in his chair and stroke himself off again, but the feel of the chair against his ass made him even hornier. He began to rub his enlarged and muscular rump against the chair, then, balancing awkwardly on the seat, began working the back against his tailhole. Slowly, the altered muscles there grasped the back of the chair, drawing it up into his rear. He sat down on the seat eagerly, wondering how far it would go. He thrust down on it until he felt the floor under his rump, then looked back in surprise. The chairs legs slowly worked into him, and he rubbed at his ass hungrily, looking for something else to try. He eased the chair out again, then walked around the lab, looking at things and testing them. He finally came apon a long tube that was filled with electrical energy sparking from the insides; the source of the lab's power. He grinned widely, then set the head of his cock against it, feeling a jolt of electricity pass through him, which only made him hornier. Oozing percum, he thrust against the tube, which was both wider and longer than his new cock. "Which science will prove to be stronger, I wonder?" he said, then moaned as the head of his shaft began to expand. He worked the tube slowly into his cockhead, thrusting wildly and rubbing at the thing with both hands. The tube was knocked free of it's connections, and the lights went out; only the flickering violet pulses of the energy tube lighting the scene. The doctor felt a steady wave of electricity flowing down his cock into his balls and hips; he gripped his balls with his feet, kneading them as he scooted forward with his hips, sliding the tube deeper. He came powerfully, but nothing but a trickle was able to escape past the tube which he continued to work in to his cockhead. Grunting, he stood, then thrust hard, sliding another two feet into his cock. It swelled mightly, as he came again, his balls growing also until the were brushing the ground. Again and again, he strained forward, until he finally worked the last few feet of the energy tube into his swollen cock. It glowed from inside with the tube's light, and pulsed so powerfully that the doctor began to lose conciousness. He felt one last overwhelmingly powerful orgasm build up... When he woke up, the laboratory was gone. All around him, broken masonry and bent metal showed that some horrible accident had occurred. "What...?" he started to get up, but something was holding him down. He looked down, and stared in disbelief. His huge, erection lay there on the ground, easily twenty feet long and two feet wide, just like he had dreamed it would be! His enormously muscled legs, hips and feet were spreadeagled around his huge balls. He tried to rise, and was surprised at how easy it was, the massive shaft shifting easily at his command. this wasn't what had him staring though. He was staring at the violet glow that came from his cock, and the rippling electrical field that surounded it. He suddenly remembered his ill advised 'test', and groaned inwardly."It must have shattered! If I hadn't had those nanobots in me programed to create new cells, I would probably be dead!" He looked around, then resigned himself to walking to town, huge cock and all to ask for help, when the giant thing twitched then suddenly shrank to a much more manageable size; though it was still glowing and wreathed in lightning. "Better than nothing, I guess. I wonder what else I can do with this?" A wicked grin came to his face. "I can't wait to see what those fools on the medical board have to say about this!" Digging through the rubble until he found a torn labcoat, he walked off towards town, whistling. ((IF you ever wondered where I got all my ideas from... well, I'm not telling! ^\_^ This is my very first story written EVER though... I hope you enjoyed it! Comments are welcome!))

The Perfect Gift by Saphire Avindar

The Perfect Gift   Scene one: Smiling, he pulled her into their bedroom. Upon entering, she was assailed by the wonderful smell of incense and scented candles that permeated the air. "Oh my, quite the romantic aren't we?" Saphire said, beaming at him. Shrugging and giving her a mischievous grin,

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The Perfect Gift Scene one: Smiling, he pulled her into their bedroom. Upon entering, she was assailed by the wonderful smell of incense and scented candles that permeated the air. "Oh my, quite the romantic aren't we?" Saphire said, beaming at him. Shrugging and giving her a mischievous grin, Axle replied, "What can I say? You bring it out in me. Happy Solstice my love." He kissed her softly and with the swiftness of a cheetah, scooped her up and laid her down on the bead, sliding in next to her. Saphire laughed at his enthusiasm and snuggled closer to him. Running the tips of her claws up and down his chest lightly, kissing and nipping at his neck. Wrapping her tail around his she said, "Same to you babe. I love you always." She nuzzled his neck and snuggled closer. She was almost overwhelmed by her feelings. The amount of love she felt for him filled her to overflowing, to the point that tears spilled out of her eyes. Kissing the tears off her cheeks, Axle laughed and said, "What's wrong my love?" Saphire laughed and shook her head. All she could manage to say was, "I love you," in a rough, husky voice. Axle laughed once and then Saphire had him. She kissed him long and hard, trying to convey everything she felt for him in that single kiss. She pulled him closer, wrapping herself around him. He could feel her need for him coursing through their bond. His own need washing through him so powerfully, that plus her assault left him breathless and gasping. Scene Two: Growling deep in his chest, he grabbed Saphire by her waist and flipped her over. Rolling over on top of her he grabbed her wrists, pinning her down. He nipped her neck and shoulders as he rubbed his growing erection up and down her heat, making her moan with anticipation. Releasing her wrists, he began running his claws lightly down her chest, keeping her legs pinned but revealing her hot, wet sheath. She shivered as he slowly worked his way down, tracing the patterns of her scales with the tips of his claws. When he reached her hips, he traced the grooves of her hip bones, slowly moving towards her legs. He briefly brushed against her hot sheath with his dancing fingers, and then traced her inner thigh lightly with one hand as he teased her clit with the other. She yipped a little when he flipped her over, surprised by his sudden ferocity. She wrapped her arms around him, gasping as she felt hip nip at her, and growing hot and wet as he teased her with his growing erecting. The anticipation was almost too much for her. Groaning with pleasure, she slid her claws down his back, burying her fingers in his soft fur. Gasping, her breathing sped up when he began tracing the contours of her chest and stomach. The more he touched her, the more she shook with anticipation. By the time he reached her clit, she was vibrating with pleasure. When he started to tease her clit, she couldn't contain herself anymore; she let out a low moan and started panting. With each touch, her tension built, her hot sheath getting more and more damp. She opened her eyes to look into his and reached down and grabbed him. As she began stroking him, he groaned and moved his fingers to her wet sheath and started moving them in and out. Saphire sped her hand up and began moving her hips in motion with his hand, arching her back as she began to climax. Axle smiled and added another finger to his prodding. Saphire then let go of him and moaned loudly, arching her back as she exploded all over his hand, climaxing and calling his name. Feeling her hot wetness explode onto his hand, Axle's own tension and anticipation became too much for him. Grabbing her wrists once again, he pinned her to the bed and plunged his pulsing erection into her, stretching her tightness around him. They both gasped when he did this. Trembling, Axle began to thrust, in and out, their breathing growing more and more ragged as they both began building towards a climax. Being inside her was like feeling heaven. Her tightness fit him perfectly and when he was inside her it was like they were more one person instead of two. She started moaning again and thrusting against him more vigorously. Hearing her pleasure sent shivers through his core. He let out a moan of his own as her sheath tightened around him and he felt her wetness explode on him, signaling another climax of hers. He moaned louder then, moving faster and deeper, driving himself toward his own climax. Saphire cried out in pleasure when Axle thrust into her. She moved her hips in time with his, squeezing around him. She arched her back as she climaxed again, screaming this time and ending in a growl. She looked up at him with feral eyes, and bit his shoulder, struggling under his strong grasp. He knew the instant she shifted. Her wrists became taught and her hands became fists. When she growled and bit him, he moaned in ecstasy, but kept her in his grip. Smiling inwardly, he growled back at her, pinning her down harder and fitting his teeth around her throat in warning. She had always been a fighter. Feeling his own climax coming, he growled deeper and clamped down on her shoulder as he thrust himself into her faster than ever. She lessened her struggle when she felt his teeth, growling softly between gasps. She felt him thicken, stretching her even more as he furiously thrust into her. Screaming in her own ecstasy she began to whimper from the intensity of her building tension. They climaxed together, her pulling him deep within her as he exploded, releasing his hot seed into her. Collapsing, they both lay there, panting and cuddling. Axle whispered in her ear, "I love you forever. I am yours for life." She whispered back, "As I am yours, I love you too." Scene Three: Saphire woke up to the warm sun shining across her body. She was wrapped up in Axle's arms...and they were both dozing in the warm morning sunlight. Stretching catlike, she got up, used the bathroom, and stepped into the warm, steaming shower. As she stood there, soaking in the warmth and washing the sweat and grime from her limbs, she realized that her cycle was not following the proper timeline. She had a distinct feeling that things were about to majorly change. After her shower she walked over to the cupboard and pulled the little white box out of the drawer. Standing there, looking at the test she was about to take, her stomach did a flip. 'Is it possible?' she though. 'Can the two of us, really have children?' Smiling to herself, she ripped open the package. "Well, I guess I'll find out soon," she whispered. Taking a deep breath, she took the test, and waited. She paced the bathroom, waiting for the test to mature. "Are you ok in there hon?" Axle called through the door. Startled, Saphire replied, "I'm fine hon, I'll be out in a few minutes." "Ok, I'll be in the room. I love you." Axle called. "I love you too babe." Saphire called back. With butterflies in her stomach, Saphire picked up the upside-down test, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, flipped the test over, and looked down. Her head began to spin, sitting there, in her claws, was a little innocent pink plus sign that would change her world forever. Who knew that a dragon and part bionic cheetah could have cubs together? Slightly dizzy, she sat down on the toilet, her head spinning. "I can hardly believe this"...she whispered. Suddenly, a warm glow began in her gut and started to spread through her, bringing a broad smile to her lips. Hiding the test in her palm, she left the bathroom and entered their bedroom, still smiling. She walked up behind him and slid her free hand down his back and up his chest, sliding in next to him and nuzzling his ear. "Good morning my love," she whispered in his ear. Turning over, he saw the grin on her face and said, "Well good morning, you sure are happy this morning my love." He smiled at her and snuggled her back. "I think you are gonna be too my love," she said, almost unable to contain her excitement. "Oh is that right?" He said, smiling and raising an eyebrow at her. Sitting up and pulling him with her, she grinned and said, "Yep, I have something for you. Close your eyes and put out your paw." He looked at her curiously for a moment, then shrugged and did as she asked. After a few seconds, she put something small and thin into his paw and his fist closed instinctively around it. His heart leapt into his throat, this thing felt familiar, he knew the shape. Swallowing, he opened his eyes and looked down at his paw. Sitting there, was the little white stick with the pink plus sign on it, the little white stick that would change him forever. Tears of joy overflowed as he looked up at her smiling face. "Could it be true?" he choked out. Smiling at him, she cupped his face, wiping his tears away with her fingers. "We can't be 100% until we see the doctor, but I am two weeks late." Both grinning they hugged and lay back, cuddling. Saphire sighed and snuggled closer, placing her hand on top of Axle's which was now on her belly. **About a month and a half later:** "Saphire and Axle?" the nurse called from the hallway door. Saphire and Axle got up and followed her into their doctor's exam room. Smiling, Saphire said, "A little nauseous today, but otherwise ok." "That is to be expected, here, take this into the bathroom and fill it to the line please; the doctor will be in shortly." She handed Saphire a small clear cup and left the room, closing the door behind her. "I'll be right back hon." Saphire left, used the bathroom, handed the cup to the nurse, and went back into the room. She sat on the exam table and talked quietly with Axle, as they waited for the doctor. About ten minutes later, the doctor came in smiling. "Hello Axle, Saphire, how are we today?" "Fine, thanks." "Why don't you lie back and we'll get started. Judging from what we found out last time, you should be at about 8 weeks right?" The doctor asked, snapping on a pair of exam gloves. Lying back slowly Saphire confirmed, "That's right." Nodding, the doctor began by examining Saphire's stomach, she felt her belly, pushed to feel the firmness, and measured its size. "Hmmm, you seem to be gaining quickly," the doctor pulled out a small device used for finding fetal heart beats and began to use it on Saphire's belly. Out of the speaker, came a fast 'thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa.' But it sounded strange, like it was too fast or there was multiple beats. The doctor smiled. "Hmmm, well, I think we may have more than one here, let's get the ultrasound machine out and see ok?" Saphire and Axle were beaming, "Sounds good to me," Axle said, laughing a little at Saphire's joyous expression. The doctor had Saphire put her feet up into the stirrups and slide to the end of the bed so she could insert the ultrasound device into her vagina to get a better look at the uterus. She flipped the machine on and inserted the wand into Saphire. "Well, there we go. I see one, two, three babies growing in there." The doctor pointed to three different spots on the screen. "Three?" Saphire said breathlessly. Looking at the screen, she saw three distinct tiny figures, and she giggled just a little, mostly out of shock. She looked over at Axle, who was still standing there silent, staring at the screen, laughing she said, "Are you ok love?" Still in a bit of shock he said, "Yea, just trying to wrap my head around the fact that we are about to go from two to five in a few short months....it's a little much to digest, give me a sec..." He stood there a moment, in disbelief. 'Three? Whoa, now things are really gonna be interesting...' Realizing they are still looking at him and seeing Saphire's worried expression, he suddenly felt amazing. Letting a large smile spread across his face he laughed and kissed her saying, "This is amazing my love! I can't wait to meet each and every one of them, I love you." Smiling just as wide, she nuzzled him affectionately, "I love you too hon, I'm glad you feel that way." The doctor finished the exam and cleaned Saphire up saying, "Ok, all done, I will print you a picture ok?" Saphire smiled and said, "Ok great, thank you doctor." When the doctor left, Saphire finished cleaning herself up and said, "Are you ok with this hon? You seemed a bit worried back there..." Laughing a little he said, "I'm fine hon, it just took me by surprise that's all, I had to wrap my head around it, you would be hard pressed to find a guy that was happier than I am right now." He came closer to her and kissed her softly, "You are the most gorgeous woman alive," he put his hand on her swollen stomach, "and you are carrying the most precious, perfect babies in the whole world, how could I be any happier?" Smiling, she put her hand over his and kissed him back, "Thank you love, you are the best man I have ever known, and I am the luckiest dragon alive." At that moment, the doctor came back in with a box of a few months' worth of prenatal vitamins and a copy of the ultrasound photo. "Ok, here is your photo, and I have brought you some vitamins that I want you to start taking once a day ok?" Saphire nodded. "And I have made an appointment for you for next month, the same time, ok?" Saphire smiled, "Ok, that sounds great, thank you doctor." Saphire and Axle got up and left the clinic, got in their car, and decided to go to lunch to celebrate. Scene Four: **About eight months later:** Saphire stopped a moment and stretched back, her hands on the small of her back to support her enormous belly. Now about nine and a half months pregnant, her triplets are really starting to weigh on her. "I'm glad we decided to only go to the close one, I don't think I can walk much further hon." Axle smiled as he watched her. He was so happy at that moment that he thought his heart would burst. "I know hon, we are almost there." He put her arm around his shoulder and helped to support her while they walked a little bit further to their picnic spot and their favorite tree. Saphire leaned against the tree while Axle laid out the blanket and food, rubbing her belly and wincing a few times as her babies kicked at her a bit. When he was done, he came over and helped her down so she was sitting as comfortable as possible. He sat down next to her and they ate lunch under their tree, looking out over the lake. Afterwards Saphire said, "Can you help me up hon? My legs are cramping up sitting here." Smiling at her he stood up and with strength that did not equal his physique slipped his arm under Saphire's and lifted her up to her feet. Stretching, she rubbed the small of her back again and said, "Thank you love, that is much better." Wincing, she bent over a little bit, rubbing her side. "Are you ok hun? What happened?" Axle asked, reaching for her with a worried expression. "I'm fine, they are just getting feisty, that time it was a kidney shot." She turned and smiled at him, still rubbing her side. "I'm ok, I promise." Relieved, he smiled back at her and leaned against the tree with his arms open. "Come here, let's just relax and watch the water a bit." Smiling, she walked over to him, gave him a kiss, and turned around and leaned against him, allowing him to put his hands around her waist and rest them on her belly, massaging it in small circles. She put her hands on top of his and sighed contentedly. They both laughed as three small kicks hit their hands from different spots. For a while, they stand there, content to watch the day and relax. Then, Saphire started feeling a strange sensation in her stomach, a day or two before she had noticed that most of the weight of her pregnancy had dropped down and though the weight was easier, it put more pressure on her hips. Now, it felt like something was actually pushing down on her hips, then the pain came. It was short and kind of blunt, but it was strong, and it hit practically her entire abdomen. Doubling over, she almost collapsed into his arms. "Saphire, what's wrong?" Instantly alert, he caught her and lowered her slowly to the ground. As fast as it had come, it was gone. Realizing what it was, Saphire immediately looked at her watch and made note of the time. "I think it's time to go home babe, and call the doula. It's time to meet our cubs, at least within a day or two." Understanding instantly, he helped her up and leaned her against the tree. "Can you wait here a minute while I gather things up and put them away?" She nodded and said, "I'm fine hon, they are normally a few hours apart to start. Go ahead, I will wait here." He nodded and began to clean up the picnic stuff and ran it out to the car. Then he came back and helped her to the car as well. On the way home, Saphire called the doula and explained the situation, "Hi Jen, it's Saphire.......Yea, I'm fine, the contractions have started......only one so far, it happened about 10 minutes ago, haven't had another one yet.......we were at the park but are almost home now..........ok, I'll see you soon." She turned to Axle and said, "Ok, Jen said not to worry, we have a lot of time yet, and to go home and relax and make sure to use the restroom, she said no more solid food now till after the babies are born." At this he looked at her curiously. "It's because she doesn't want me to have to push anything out down there, even bowel movements; that can cause other problems." "I see," he said nodding at her. As they pulled into their driveway, his mind was oddly calm. He was watching her carefully, ready to catch her if another contraction hit. They got into the house and he helped her to their bedroom. He changed the cotton sheets they had on the bed to the pre cleaned sheets and the plastic under sheet they had selected for their home birth. Just as he was helping her into the bed, Jen walked in, they had given her a key in case there was an emergency and one of them couldn't get to the door. At that moment, another contraction hit Saphire. She started her controlled breathing and lay back on the pillows, relaxing her jaw and trying to avoid tensing up. She closed her eyes and sighed as the contraction passed and she was once again relaxed. She opened her eyes and looked at her watch. "About 45 minutes Jen." Jen was a tall slender Red Husky. She came over and examined Saphire and felt her belly. Well, you are about 4 centimeters dilated and 50% effaced. I'll hook up the monitors now ok? We are probably gonna be here for the rest of the night and good amount of the next day, so try to get some rest." Saphire relaxed back into the pillows and tried to nap a bit while Jen moved around the room, setting things up. She strapped a heart monitor to Saphire and a fetal monitor to her stomach and instantly they heard the rapid heartbeats of the three cubs. She also brought in the tub, towels, medicines, and various other tools for in case there was a problem. About 40 minutes later, Saphire's water broke, triggering another contraction that woke Saphire, she breathed heavily as Axle held her hand and rubbed her back. Lying on her side seemed to help everything, so they stayed in that position for most of the night. The next day, was slow going. About 16 hours after her first contraction, Saphire had moved to having contractions every 6 minutes and was dilated to 8 and 80% effaced. This time, when the contraction hit, it was stronger than any of the others had been before. She cried out just a little and hunched over, squeezing Axle's hand as the contraction hit, breathing hard she forced herself to relax back onto the bed. "Hmmmm, I think it's time we saw just what positions your babies are in, it looks like we won't be here too much longer." She turned on the ultrasound machine and got out the ultrasonic gel. She spread the gel onto Saphire's belly and placed the wand over it. She looked around a bit and said, "Well, baby one is in position and ready to go," she pointed to the cub that was head down in Saphire's hips, "baby two is facing the right way at least, face up and head down," she pointed at the cub to the upper right of the bottom one, "and the last one is head down, but so is his face, we will have to be careful with that one, and he is a bit higher up, so I think he will be last, he may turn by then, but we will see," she pointed to the last baby. "At least they are all head down, so we won't have to worry about any breech babies." Saphire smiled at the monitor and gasped, as another very strong contraction hit her. After about another few hours, Saphire's contractions had gotten to only about a minute apart. When Jen checked her again, she was fully dilated and effaced. "Ok Saphire, it's time to meet your babies, let me help you into the tub and then we will start pushing." Axle and Jen both lifted Saphire up and mostly carried her to the tub that was now filled with warm, steamy water. Slowly, they lowered her into it as another very strong contraction hit her, it felt like the cubs were trying to claw their way out of her. "Ok Saphire, with the next one we are gonna start pushing ok?" As the next contraction hit, Saphire nodded and pushed down as hard and Jen counted to ten. When the contraction was over, Saphire slumped back into Axle's arms. The next contraction hit 45 seconds later and Saphire bore down again. taking a deep breath right before. "Ok, good Saphire, I can see the top of the head, and I see ears, looks like cheetah ears." Smiling, Saphire breathed hard, relaxing for a moment until the next contraction hit 30 seconds after the last one ended. With this one, Saphire pushed as hard as she could, crying out as she did, and she felt the stretching as she passed the head. "Ok Saph, the head is out, stop pushing for a minute." Saphire collapsed into Axle's arms as Jen suctioned out the babies nose and mouth. "Ok, no chord, so we are doing ok so far. Here we go mom, one more push should do it for this one. Ready, push!" Saphire sucked in a huge breath, and pushed as hard as she could, crying out again as she passed the rest of the baby. "It's a beautiful baby girl!" Saphire slumped back, breathing hard as she heard her daughter cry for the first time, laughing and crying at the same time. Smiling she said, "Dad, would you like to cut the cord?" Jen handed a pair of medical scissors to Axle and pointed to a spot that she had clamped off. Grinning, Axle took the scissors and cut his daughter's chord. To Saphire she said, "Ok, one more quick push and we should have the afterbirth out, then you can rest for a few minutes." Saphire inhaled and pushed down, passing the first afterbirth. When she was finished, Saphire buried her muzzle in Axle's neck panting. She heard him say laughing, "Welcome to the family, little Álainna." Giving her one of the girl names they had agreed on, meaning beautiful in Irish. Jen came over and handed the cub to Saphire, "Say hello to your mama little one," she said smiling. Saphire took her and smiled down at her not saying anything, just cooing and rocking her. She handed the baby to Axle and rested for a moment, waiting for the next one. Axle was breathless; he couldn't believe that they had made such a beautiful thing together. He held his daughter and rocked her nuzzling her and rocking her. She had perfect beautiful eyes like her mother's and his coloring as a cheetah cub. She stared up at him with wide, curious eyes and cooed, grasping his finger. She had him right then, he didn't know how he could love someone so much so fast, but he did. Hearing Saphire gasp, he quickly wrapped the baby, gave her a pacifier and put her into one of the cradles they had set up nearby. She was smiling, watching Axle hold their daughter when the next one hit a few minutes later, this one more painful than the last. She gasped and grabbed onto Jen's arms for support while Axle put the baby in a cradle. A few moments later he was back behind her, holding her and messaging her belly, supporting her back. Crying out in pain, Saphire let go of Jen and grabbed hold of Axle's legs, hearing him suck in a quick breath when her claws sink in, but he didn't move or otherwise show any discomfort, he would do anything for her, and she knew it. Breathing steadily, she let the contraction pass and Jen already had the ultrasound machine on her, making sure the next baby was in position for the next birthing. "Ok, it looks like baby number two has moved into position in the birth canal, and what is better, it looks like baby 3 has turned and is now facing up!" Saphire had a brief moment of relief before the next contraction hit her, and with this one, Jen told her to push, and she bore down with all of her strength, panting and sweating from the effort. When the contraction was over, Jen said, "Ok mom, the second baby is starting to crown, and this time, I see nubs on a scaly head." Laughing breathlessly Saphire relaxes for a moment, catching her breath before pushing a second time as yet another contraction hits her. Letting out a cry, she felt the baby's head pass. "Ok Saph, the head is out, relax for a moment." Jen cleaned the baby's mouth and nose out and said, "Oops, we got a chord around the neck, but don't worry, I've fixed it and the baby is fine, but it's time to push again so we can get the baby out." Nodding, Saphire inhaled and pushed down again, whining in pain as she passed the rest of the second baby. Collapsing back yet again, she heard a low, scratchy cry as Jen said, "It's a boy, and a dragon! Cut the cord here Axle," pointing at the place she had clamped off on the chord. Jen turned away a moment and cleaned and suctioned the baby and swaddled him in a soft blanket, the baby screeching the whole time. Laughing, Saphire said, "Come come now Xavian, its ok my darling." At the sound of her voice, Xavian stopped crying and looked around, startled. Laughing Jen handed the little dragon to Saphire, "That is a cool name, what does it mean?" Rocking Xavian softly, Saphire answered, "We took it from name Xavier, which means bright." "Cool, ok Saph, can't relax quite yet, time for the afterbirth. Ready, push!" Jen said, messaging Saphire's belly a bit. Saphire pushed hard one more time and passed the afterbirth. Exhausted, Saphire handed Xavian to Axle, and lay back, resting. Axle looked down at his son, who had his eyes exactly but otherwise looked almost exactly like his mother, and was once again, breathless. His heart had grown once again, now triple the size it was before, the space already full of love for this tiny dragon. "My son...." Axle whispered to him, nuzzling him and laying him down in the cradle next to his sister. He turned around and went back to his position, messaging Saphire's belly and nuzzling her, trying to help her relax, knowing that her ordeal was not yet over. Snuggling into Axle, Saphire finally had a small chance to rest. The two babies were napping in their cradles and her contractions had slowed a bit too about 5 minutes apart again. Feeling the gel and wand on her stomach again she looked up at Jen expectantly. "Ok, it looks like baby three has moved into the birth canal, but it is going to be a little bit before he is ready for pushing, so why don't we move you over to the bed next to us, and you can bond with your first two while I change the water. Saphire allowed Axle to lead her over to the bed, just before she got in; her third water sac broke, spilling fluid all over the floor, Axle, and Saphire. Breathing in she cried out a bit and bent over, putting her head on Axle's chest, opening her hips and trying to take some pressure off as a big contraction hits her. She clung to Axles shoulder for a few minutes, waiting for the contraction to pass. After it does, Axle grabs a towel from the table next to the bed, cleaned Saphire off, laid a fresh towel on the bed where she was going to lay, and helped her into bed. Axle brought her Xavian and Álainna and placed them in her arms. Before he pulled away he whispered in her ear, "You are the most beautiful woman alive, I love you." He kissed her and went to help Jen with the tub. Smiling, she sighed back into the bed, and cuddled her two babies, allowing them to feed from her nipples on her chest that were full with milk. About 4 minutes later, another contraction hit Saphire, and she panted in the controlled manner that Jen had taught her, hugging her babies lightly for comfort, their suckling helped her pain a bit to her surprise. Axle finished cleaning up the area around the bed and himself and went over to help Jen empty the tub and pour some fresh water in it. The whole time, his mind was oddly calm, and quiet, he felt happier then he could ever remember feeling. The only thing that could possibly make this better is if he could endure the pain for her. When the tub was done, he went over to the bed and changed the now soaked towel she was laying on, and then he sat down next to her and cuddled with her and their cubs. After a couple more contractions, Saphire asked him, "I think you better put them back in their cribs, I think the last one is getting ready to finally show up." He took them from her as another one hit her, he could tell this one was intense without the sped up beeping on the monitor attached to her belly, he could see it in her face, and in her eyes. His own abdomen cramped with sympathy for her. He put the babies down, and helped her back into the tub. It had only been 10 minutes since the other two were born, and her contractions were speeding up and growing in intensity quickly. Saphire moaned as another contraction hit her, just a little over a minute from the last. She grabbed Axles hands and breathed through it as Jen checked the ultrasound. "Ok, it looks like he is in position, and ready, you ready to finish this Saphire?" Jen asked smiling. Saphire only nodded since she had been hit with another contraction. Axle sat in the tub behind her again and looking at Saphire she said, "Ok, he is crowning Saphire, push!" Saphire inhaled deeply, and pushed with all her might, crying out as the head passed. "Ok, good Saph, we are almost done, one more good push should do it." Jen said as she quickly cleaned the baby's mouth and nose. Saphire too tired to do anything else, grunted and inhaled again, preparing for the next push. As the contraction hit, Saphire pushed down hard, almost screaming this time, as she stretched so much, she almost tore. An amazing sense of emptiness and relief suddenly spread over her as the baby was finally all the way out. Axle cut the cord as Jen said, "We have another boy, mixed this time." Panting, Saphire whispered, "Iontach..." and collapsed into Axle's arms, almost passing out. Alarmed by her sudden weakness Axle said, "Jen...is she alright?" Jen examined Saphire quickly and said, "Don't worry, she is just exhausted. She's had a long day, she will be alright in a few minutes. So what does Iontach mean?" Still worried, he nodded and said, "It means great in Irish," then began to message Saphire and murmur in her ear that he loved her and that the babies were beautiful. Saphire panted heavily, still conscious but utterly exhausted. "Ok Saph, we are almost done, and then you can rest ok? One more push and the afterbirth is out. Come on." Jen said soothingly. Inhaling deeply, Saphire pushed hard once, and the afterbirth was out. After that, she started relaxing a bit more and found she had a little more energy. As Jen was cleaning and swaddling Iontach, Axle cleaned her up, helped her to the bed and then handed her the baby. After cuddling for a short while and letting him suckle a bit, she handed him back to Axle and fell fast asleep. Scene Five: **About seven months later:** Saphire inhaled deeply, breathing in the beautiful spring air. She looked over at the three beautiful cubs playing on a nearby blanket and leaned into Axle, snuggling with him while they watched the cubs explore. There were friends and family all around, Darius in the back on the grill. It was their annual spring picnic, and it was a celebration in honor of Saphire and Axle's new family. Laughing she said, "Iontach, don't tease your sister like that." The little cheetah, dragon mix looked up and smiled at Saphire, nodding bashfully. Axle laughed and took Saphire in his arms. "Just as much of a troublemaker as you are my love." Nipping at him Saphire said with mock surprise, "I have no idea what you are talking about." Saphire, Axle, and Darius all laughed at that and chatted while they waited for lunch to be ready. "Come and get it!" Darius called, taking the hotdogs off the grill and putting them on a plate on the blanket. The three kids quickly came over and sat next to Saphire, pushing and playing all the way. Laughing, Saphire gave them each a hot dog and some chips and some juice in their cups, cut everything up, and took her own hot dog. The six of them ate and talked for a while, and then when everything was done, they took the kids over to the small park that was next to their favorite picnic spot and let them run off some energy. Smiling, Saphire turned to Axle, "Well, they definitely have your energy. And my strong will." Laughing as well Axle said, "We're in real trouble." "Yes we are." Saphire said, snuggling into him. Darius smiled and said, "Let's see if I can't run some of that energy out of them huh?" He went over and picked up Álainna and Xavian and with them both over his shoulder, started chasing Iontach around the playground. When he caught him he picked up all three cubs and twirled around really fast. He put them down and followed them up onto the jungle gym, chasing and laughing with them. Saphire and Axle sat on a bench, laughing and watching the kids play. Turning to him Saphire said, "I didn't know kids could make someone so happy. But I am, and I love you." Axle looked back at her with a joyous expression and laughed, "I don't know how I could be happier, I love you too hon." Then jokingly he said, "Maybe more kids would, but that's about it." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. Saphire smiled up at him and said, "It's funny you should say that...." She gave him a wolfish smirk. Startled, Axle looked down at her, disbelief in his eyes and his mind blank, ".....Wha....What?" Saphire put one of Axle's hands on her belly and he noticed that it had a tiny hard lump in the lower abdomen. She smiled up at him and said, "Guess what?" Axle looked at her and said, "Again? Are you sure?" Saphire said, "Yep, saw Jen yesterday and she did the test." He took Saphire in his arms, disbelief still on his face. **The End.** **Characters in this story:** Saphire: Female Dragon, (main char) Axle: Male Cheetah, (Saphire's mate) Jen: Female Red Husky, (Doula/Midwife) Álainna: Female Cheetah, (First of the Babies born) Xavian: Male Dragon, (Second of the babies born) Iontach: Male Dragon/cheetah mix, (last of the babies born) Darius: Male Koopa, (Saphire and Axle's Friend, barbecue cook)

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_Eeek,_ followed by a resonant shatter of glass - this was all I heard. It sounded like a damsel in distress and the rapture of some unknown predator. I didn't know what to make of the sounds I heard, or how to react. I opened my eyes to see, and I saw blackness. I perked an ear to heed the call,

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*Eeek,* followed by a resonant shatter of glass - this was all I heard. It sounded like a damsel in distress and the rapture of some unknown predator. I didn't know what to make of the sounds I heard, or how to react. I opened my eyes to see, and I saw blackness. I perked an ear to heed the call, and nothing was to be heard. At this point in the night, I didn't know where I was. My senses were indistinct and my thoughts obscure. As I attempted to gain my composure, a steady *thud thud thud ... snap!* was heard. It sounded to me like the solid beating of one's heart, but I couldn't be certain. The thuds continued, and my curiosity was forced against its will to an apex I had never known before tonight. I closed my eyes and shook my head in yet another attempt finally see what was right in front of me. Again, I saw nothing but blackness. The shadows creeping around me were beginning to piss me off, but I believe my frustration was caused primarily from my lack of understanding of what was really going on, and why my brain couldn't seem to focus. I shouldn't have taken my angst out on the darkness that swallowed me, but my excuse for that is because I could not think right. Having lost my train of thought amidst a paramount of confusion, it was unbeknownst to me that the noises had temporarily subsided. I found myself drawn through the darkness into a dimly lit area. The flickering of lights caught my interest, and I entered what appeared to be a simple bathroom. I raised my head to view the source of these lights only to find a broken mirror and blood spatters all over the wall and light bulbs. The room was filled with gore and a steady scratching resonated somewhere behind me. I wasn't scared of the noise. At this point in my life I had completely forgotten what it meant to feel terror. As I turned my senses to the scratching noise, I witnessed small objects rolling in my general direction. They seemed to float on a sea of crimson. As they neared the lights, I saw my first clear image of the remains of a woman. In this darkness, it was hard for me to tell much more. I only realized it was a woman because a decapitated head stopped rolling as it bumped against my foot. I raised that foot to see it was soaked in blood. The scent finally hit me. There was no mistake at this point that a woman had been killed and this was her blood. I felt a shiver creep up my spine as the first hint of fear hit me. My eyes rose to take in the only other living creature in this tile covered room. It was huge. Judging by the growling demeanor of its voice I had to assume it was male and he was feeding. He was a very large gryphon, beak soaked in blood as small pieces of flesh seemed to be chomped with little effort into smaller pieces of flesh. The gryphon looked right at me, and almost stared through me. I felt my heart stop and the beast turned back to its apparent meal. He didn't seem to care or even be aware of my intrusion. I took this opportunity to study the creature, uncaring of the murder that just took place. He hooked his beak around what was left of the woman's chest cavity, and dragged her in a reverse stride outside of the room and into a dark hallway. The bathroom lights flickered in coincidental timing with the gryphon's unhurried exit. As the creature disappeared, all I could see as the lights went out was the silvery tip of his tail as he rounded a corner. I took a moment to examine the female head that rest at my feet, but got bored rather quickly with it and swatted it out of my way. It rolled off into the shadows of the room as I made my exit to follow the gryphon. As I followed, I found the shadows dissipate around me. The power must have gone out and triggered the backup generators to turn on. I took my first real glimpse of the gryphon's figure as he sat his meal down and continued ripping meat from bone. What parts of the beast that were not covered in blood appeared silvery white - almost platinum in color. His brow showed hints of black, which I reckoned was possibly a dye the creature might have used for looks, or even a sign of higher status, as most packs of sentient animals would use to show leadership. The ebony tipped feathers continued down the gryphon's mane and upper back. His chest seemed almost solid platinum in color, spattered with copious amounts of blood from his victim. I heard bones crack as the creature bit deeper into the woman's chest cavity. A low growl was heard from the beast as another spectator had approached. Transfixed in the vore scene I had in front of me, I was oblivious of the other man. This man seemed to know the woman and couldn't react rationally to seeing her body ripped limb from limb. He pulled out a gun and pointed it past me toward the gryphon. A shot was fired, and my ears rang as a searing pain burned in my side. I couldn't label this pain, but it felt as if I was the one that the man shot, not the gryphon who fed on the remains of the man's beloved. I saw more blood pour out from the gryphon's side and the creature backed away from his meal to confront the armed man. I fell to my knees in pain as another shot was fired. Again, the gryphon winced and bled, but I felt all his pain. I looked down to see small holes materialize in my body and dust poured out instead of blood. Forcing myself to ignore my pain was easy at this point, because I was officially freaked out. The dust poured to the ground beneath me like sand spilling from a broken hourglass, and bleached the floor a blood red upon impact, as if transmogrifying from sand to blood. *This couldn't have been real,* I told myself. *This had to be a dream! This was witchery!* I didn't know what to think, and the pain crept up on me again as a third shot was fired. I reacted out of instinct at this point and turned to the man, raising a clenched fist to strike him in the face. My body seemed to pass through his and he appeared un-phased by my attack. I couldn't make any sense of it! I was feeling pain but I could not cause pain in return. How could my pain be real if I was not real? I turned to look at the man, then back at the gryphon. They both stood there, as if frozen in time. My body seemed to fade away from the realm in front of me. For the first time, I saw full orbs of the gryphon's eyes. He didn't seem to be in pain - only moderately irate from the interruption of his meal. His eyes were a scorching hot green. They seemed to stare right into the mind of the man that interrupted him. The gun fell to the ground and smoke poured out from the used barrel. The gryphon just disarmed his threat with a menacing stare. I paid close attention to those eyes. They reminded me of my eyes every time I looked at myself in the mirror. This gryphon felt my rage and my pain, but he stood adamant over his meal with a piercing gaze that threatened to take the life out of the unarmed man's lungs. Locked in the noble creature's gaze, I felt as if put in a trance and could empathize with the helplessness the man probably felt as the gryphon stared him down. The pain I felt in my body started to wash away and my vision became blurry. I felt as if I was losing a part of myself. I felt like I was dying but I didn't care. All I could see were those piercing green gryphon eyes. They ate away at my soul and sapped every bit of my life force right out of me. I saw blackness and my senses became obscure once again. My consciousness reawakened on the opposite end of the hallway. I felt empowered like never before. My pain felt nonexistent and my discomfort was minimal. I would imagine I had the adrenaline to thank for that. With eyes looking to kill, I took in my first image of the man's face from the other end of the room. Through the gryphon's eyes I saw where I stood and the pile of dust that was left at the area my feet would have been. I was confused, but my body would not let me react based on my confusion. My body had its own priorities. My body wanted to feed on this new morsel. In a single bound, I felt my new body tackle my helpless prey, a strong beak lacerating into its flesh and removing piece after piece. Hot metal shrapnel from my bullet wounds boiled out of my bloody vessel like mercury escaping a thermometer. I couldn't control the blind fury of my attacks on the man. Every bite ... every scratch ... every cut and bruise was deeply enjoyed. I felt myself take my prey's life from its body in a series of enraged blows to its chest and neck. My senses were so heightened at this point that I could feel my prey cool off as the minutes flew by. I knew I had killed. Belly satisfied now off two humans, I rested in their blood. I felt no pending threat to my presence so I loosened my guard a little. I took a moment to regain what little sanity I seemed to be limited to in this form and reflected on past events. I remember seeing myself. I remember seeing the gryphon kill and feed right in front of me. I remember the gunshots and the pain. I remember dying inside. Finally, I remember merging with this predator and becoming a prisoner to his mind. *Could that possibly have been what I was? ...A projection? ...A thought?* I had no power in this new prison. I acted on instinct alone. I started to feel in an all too familiar location. *Was this my home all along? How had I escaped in the first place?* I was so confused. I knew of astral projection but I had no knowledge of my previous escape. I felt reincarnated within the darkest corners of this monster's mind. Madness was my only solace in this place. I vow here and now that one day I will escape again. This time it will be for good. In the meantime, I'll probably kill again. ...Soon.

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This is an old, old story that I have given a slight touch-up. Hopefully making it readable. As always, your thoughts and comments are most welcome. All's Fair by Winter "I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me..." "Relax, my friend," Feirn laughed. "That'll make it far more enjoyable." "I'm not even interested in things like this!" "Stop whining, Carle! You really need some good, honest fun, you know." "Maybe, but this? We're both grown men! It's just not appropriate!" "Yeah, right!" Feirn snorted, his tail wagging with irritation. "Start lecturing social ethics! Every time you want to get out of something." "Well, pardon me! I just don't want to do it. I've got work to do!" "Not tonight!" "Yes, tonight! It's supposed to be done before Monday." "Carle, shut up!" Feirn slapped the other's arm, making him whine. "Tonight, you're with me, and we're going to enjoy ourselves! Left to yourself, you'd work to your death. Besides, the fair only comes to town every two years. Miss it now..." "Gladly!" "Sour-puss!" "Thrill-seeking pup." "Thanks for the compliment, old wolf." Still bickering, the two lupine men entered the fairgrounds, which covered most of the town's centre. Their outward appearances were very much alike; both were of average height and weight, well built yet quite slim. The only real difference was the colour of their fur. Carle was dark grey, with patterns of brown here and there, and had unkempt greyish-brown hair. Feirn, on the other hand, was a smooth light grey with no markings whatsoever, and his equally grey hair was cut short. They found themselves face-to-face with a sea of colours, whipped by a storm of voices. Tail high, ears perked, Feirn looked around, memories of childhood fun coming back at full strength as he spotted youngsters darting hither and yon. All in search of amusement and excitement. Dragging the reluctant Carle with him, he reached a booth selling glazed pear slices, exchanging a coin for a sweet-smelling paper bag. "Here, try one of these." Biting into one, he handed another to Carle. "They're so sweet!" "I'll bet! Do you have any idea how hard it'll be to sleep tonight, if we eat that much sugar?" "You are not going to sleep tonight! The fair goes on until way after sunrise." "What about my work?" "Mentioning it again will merit you this bag over your head. Let's see the lotteries!" "Are you ten years old, Feirn? Did you lose thirty years of age, all of a sudden, and I just failed to notice?" "Yup. All I have to do is steal a score-and-a-half of age from you as well, and we can start having proper fun. Look, they've got an archery stand! Win me something!" "I don't shoot bows, Feirn, I'm a scholar!" "You never know 'til you've tried. Go on, I'll pay." Choosing from the available bows, Carle picked out one made from a sturdy willow branch. The targets were a little over fifteen metres away, and consisted of round wooden plates of varying sizes, the smaller rewarding more points than the larger ones. Readying an arrow, he aimed carefully, then let it fly. He hit one of the smallest plates dead in the centre. Repeating the feat, he chuckled slightly. "To think I haven't held one of these for over twenty years." Placing the third arrow as well in the centre of a small plate, he handed the bow back to the gaping manager, flashing Feirn a smug grin. "Stripes don't wash away, eh? Pick a win, would you." They had their evening meal at the fair, as well, choosing to dine in a large tent filled with the spicy smells of exotic food. Feirn put his large lion-doll beside his chair as he sat down at a free table, eyeing through the menu handed to him by a waiter. About half the dishes he knew well, the rest he had heard about, but never tasted, or hadn't heard about at all. Carle looked at his own menu for a brief moment, then put it back down. "I don't know what's in more than a couple of these dishes. You know what I like, pick something for me, will you?" "Okay. Just let me think a while." After an hour of games, competitions, lotteries and side-shows, Carle's mood had changed. He had begun enjoying himself thoroughly. Takes a while to burn away the old man in me, he thought. To bring back the boy of so long ago. Watching fire-breathers and jugglers, betting on wrestlers or playing a game of dice which proved nigh impossible to win, had brought a smile to his lips, and a comical act on the largest scene had made them both laugh heartily. Seeing a pair of swordsmen displaying their skills in a mock fight had brought other feelings to Carle. A mixture of nostalgia and dread at seeing a part of his life long since gone, nearly played out again before his eyes. All the time, Feirn had dragged with him the lion-doll, large as a toddler. "I just can't understand why you didn't pick a box of chocolates instead," Carle said as Feirn leaned down to pick up the doll, which had fallen over. "It does look heavy." "It isn't. I think it's stuffed with cotton, no effort at all. Besides, this is a fair, you're supposed to win toys." "You're incorrigible." He laughed. "Have you found us something to eat?" "I think so. Horseradish pike, how's that sound?" "Dangerous. You've had this before?" "I was stationed way up in the snowy North once upon a time. You'll be surprised, it's actually quite mild." "Hmm, if you say so. Myself, I wouldn't trust people who eat rancid fish to make my dinner." "They do cook other things, too, you know." "Oh, all right, Feirn. I'll trust you, instead." Grinning, Feirn placed their orders, adding a bottle of white wine. "Been a while since we had fish." "We're a hundred kilometres from the coast, Carle. Fish is a luxury. We could move..." "No thanks. My work..." "Yes, yes, I know. Just a suggestion. There are some really nice coastal villages, you know. Think of it, the smell of fishermen's fresh catches. Isn't that tempting?" "Very. We'll move some day, I promise. But not right now." Sitting back, sipping his wine, Carle had a dreamy look to his face, as if his eyes couldn't quite focus on the present. The waiter picked up their empty plates, returning almost at once with a creamy dessert. Dipping his spoon, Feirn looked up to see that the other hadn't even noticed the arrival of ice-cream. When waving his hands failed to get Carle's attention, an impish grin crept onto Feirn's lips. Carle was in another world, lifetimes away. The flavour-rich fish sat well in his stomach, and the wine had gone slightly to his head. Memories of other meals competed with the recent, thoughts of other people and distant kin taking precedence over his current company. Normally, he wouldn't think back like this, but stirring the old blood had... The spoonful of ice-cream hit him right between the eyes, running down both sides of his muzzle. With a growl, he leaped to his feet, reaching down his side for a scabbard that wasn't there anymore. For a moment, Carle's eyes were fire, ready to burn whoever was responsible for this indignity. Then he caught sight of Feirn, almost falling off his chair from laughing, and he calmed down. The other wolf's giggles brought Carle all the way back to reality. With a wry smile he picked up his own bowl, and placed it upside-down on top of Feirn's head. Newly washed, they returned to the fairgrounds. It had begun to darken, and the clientele of children had vanished, replaced by curious, expectant youngsters and equally excited adults. The jugglers and fire-breathers were gone as well, the stages now held by conjurers, athletic performers and exotic dancers. They stopped for a while, watching two male tigers and a sleek, female otter perform a whirling dance, enticing the audience with their minimal clothing and their sensual movements, hands and bodies touching, all the while back-lit by a fire that kept changing colour. A low, rhythmic drum-beat kept their pace, adding to the magic of the show. Once this dance had ended, Carle pulled at Feirn's sleeve, dragging him across the street to a tent. Beside the opening was a sign; 'Performing tonight, Wesinnea, world-famous soprano'. The ticket salesman noticed his interest. "Only fifteen minutes 'til the show starts, gentlemen. Five markers apiece." "That's quite expensive," Feirn replied, automatically. "For some singing?" "For a world-beater, sir. This kind of performance comes not often, let me remind you." "He's right, Feirn. We'd miss a real treat." "Oh, all right. Not that I'm too keen on singing, but..." "You'll change your mind," Carle said, fishing out a large silver coin from his purse and exchanging it for two tickets. "You will change your mind." Feirn quickly changed his mind, once the show started. Accompanied by a choir, the soprano performed songs that had long ago passed from old to ancient. Melodies sung in languages neither of them knew, or had ever heard spoken. Still, every word made its way into their hearts, as well as those of everyone in the audience. Her voice was like a waterfall, clear and fresh, every note vibrating, sparkling with life. Feirn turned his head to look at Carle, who had closed his eyes, his tail slowly wagging along with the song. His hands were moving slightly, as if he were conducting the singers. Feirn himself had tears running down his cheeks. Never had he heard anything like this! All his life he had believed that beauty was a concept meant for sight alone, but now his ears conveyed to him something as beautiful as a crimson dawn, something filled with so much wonder that it made his heart ache. It was the sound of love, pure and unfalsified love. Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine what the music looked like, and to his mind's eye came a face. The vision of love. Then the singing stopped, and the concert was over. He kept the image of the face behind his eyelids, and as he opened them it was still there. It smiled at his reddened eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. Smiling back, he reached out to stroke Carle's muzzle, taking his hand as they left the tent. Outside, he tightened his grip on Carle's hand, pulling the other wolf with him down an alley, then into the densely forested town park. Carle followed, easily keeping up with the other's brisk pace. Every now and then, the smells and sounds of love-making made their way to their nostrils, and Carle had to remind himself that this wasn't uncommon practice. He had never dreamed of indulging in it personally, however, yet did nothing to resist the other wolf. Feirn laid him down on a soft patch of grass, hidden from view by some low bushes. Unwritten laws, Carle knew, would keep others from intruding, or even taking offence. Feirn hugged him tightly, kissing his neck, then worked his way up until their lips met. So that's what music does to a soldier, Carle thought. He had been affected as well; touched, enticed, thrilled to hear such singing once more, but it had not made him aroused. Now, though, feeling the close intimacy of a warm, gentle body rubbing all over his own, he felt himself respond in kind. Returning Feirn's kiss, as well as his caresses, Carle allowed himself to be seduced. Completely shut off from the world around them, they made passionate love, their bodies moving in unison to bring a shared, intense peak. Hissing with pleasure, Carle sank to the ground, feeling Feirn's all but spent body press down heavily on top of him. They kissed weakly, cuddling for a while before rearranging their clothes, returning to the fairgrounds as if nothing had happened. Near the square, there was a show of technology. A mechanical horse, looking uncannily like a miniature of a pony, walked around at the front of the stage, occasionally rearing or whinnying. The show host would pick it up every now and then, rewinding its clockwork engine, then release it again. To the left of the stage, a juggler wearing magnetic gloves kept balls made of iron afloat in the air, without even touching them. To the right, laser beams drew wonderful patterns in the smoke from a small fire. But the main act was in the centre; a holographic projector that created the most fantastic images. The show started when a group of people suddenly appeared on the stage, moving about and talking, but as one of them reached the juggler she passed straight through him. Once the fake people disappeared, an image of the solar system appeared, and the host explained what they were looking at, naming planets and moons, telling some of their history. Nothing of this was new to Feirn, and it looked to him as if Carle was also fairly familiar with technology. To most of those gathered, however, the display equalled magic, both in the way it made them react and in the reverent hush that followed every new trick. The old world is all but lost to us, Feirn thought, and I can't make up my mind whether that is a good thing or a bad. His train of thought was interrupted as Carle tugged at his sleeve, dragging him along to the square. Even before they were there, Feirn knew what to expect. The cheerful music and the murmur of voices told him all he needed to know. There was dancing. A small band performed, playing a happy, up-beat tune, nothing like the soft, gentle singing they had heard a while ago. Equally exciting, albeit in a different way. Next to the band's stage were some low wooden racks, covered with various items and possessions the dancers had left there. Unspoken rules kept everything placed on these racks safe from theft, yet Feirn still seemed a tad concerned about leaving his precious lion-doll behind. Carle insisted, however, and soon they were out in the middle of the square, joining a score of other pairs moving in rhythm to the music. They danced through a couple of songs, breaking a sweat as they did their best to keep up with the fast-paced beat. Then the band started playing a soft, slow tune, and the two wolves moved closer, holding each other tight as they danced. Words seemed redundant, so they settled for looking deep into each other's eyes. Feirn found himself basking in the radiance of Carle's love, feeling himself returning the same gaze, filled with need, desire, longing and love. Before the song ended, they shared a long kiss, not breaking apart until the next up-beat song began. Leaving the make-shift dance-floor, they stopped to pick up the doll before moving on. Carle felt his renewed arousal calm down, telling himself all in due time. "I keep forgetting what a marvellous dancer you are," Feirn said, leaning closer to lay his head on Carle's shoulder. "After tonight, I won't." "I had the best of teachers." "How come I never knew your story, Carle? We've been together for what, eighteen years? And I still know naught of your previous life." "Nineteen, my love." Carle reached up to touch the other's face, enjoying the purring sound this invoked. "As for my past, I hope you never do find out. I'm not very proud of it." "Nothing about you could deter me, Carle. Nothing." "What a sweet thing to say. Maybe I will tell you someday, but not tonight. I'm not through enjoying myself yet." "That bad, eh?" Feirn grinned, yanking the other's tail. "You're a highwayman, right? That's where you learned to shoot a bow. No, wait! A murderer, escaped from your just sentence, hiding and masquerading as a lowly writer. Am I right?" "No. Leave it, please." "All right. Look, lottery wheels! Hang on, I want to try and win some candy." On his fifth attempt, Feirn won a small bag of chocolates, grinning happily as he fed Carle one, then popped one into his own mouth. Slowly pacing along, they now reached booths of merchants, displaying everything from old books to weaponry, from cheap toys to expensive jewellery. While Carle eyed through the book cases, Feirn bought himself a shirt, then went to have a look at various toys; mechanical devices, stuffed dolls, puzzles and games. He bought a new catch-ball, thinking to throw away the old, worn-out one for good. Turning around to look for Carle, he spotted the other just leaving a jewellery booth. As could be expected, he was already carrying a heavy bag of books. "Carle, catch!" Barely waiting to see that he had the other's attention, Feirn tossed the ball to him. Carle took a step aside, then pounced, his jaws snapping shut around the ball. Shaking his head, Carle muttered something unintelligible. "What's that you're saying?" Feirn asked, cupping his ears. Carle spat out the ball into his hands. "Ah no, you've drooled all over it!" "I said, you always were one for toys." Laughing, Carle held his bag open. "Here, put it in. You can play when we get home." "Speaking of home..." "Feirn, we've seen nowhere near everything yet! It can't be much past midnight." "I was just thinking, maybe we should go home and drop off all these things." "Hmm, now that's a good idea. Then some more dancing?" "Or something off the grill. I'm getting hungry." Half an hour later, Carle paid the cheerful cougar who kept the grills fired up, and they each received their meals. While Feirn hacked in on a skewer loaded with meats and vegetables, Carle felt his mouth water at the sight and smell of his own dish of various sausages and fried potatoes. Both kept stealing from the other, growling and snarling and laughing all the while. There was a commotion further down the street, and Feirn could hear a woman's voice shouting abuse at someone. Then he spotted a lithe, young otter boy, ducking through the crowd while holding on to a purse far too feminine to be his own. Putting out his leg, he tripped the otter as he passed by. Crashing to the ground, the boy dropped the purse, which Carle swooped up while placing his foot on the thief's neck, keeping him pinned down. The woman, a young lioness, beamed with delight at getting her purse back. She thanked them both with a kiss to the cheek when they wouldn't accept a monetary reward. Before she left, she kicked the thief in the mid-section, and Carle held on to the grunting otter until he was picked up by the local authorities. "What do you think they'll do to him?" Feirn asked, just loud enough for the shivering thief to hear. "Chop his fingers off?" "Either that or burn-mark him," Carle answered. "Depends on whether the victim wants to press charges." "What do you think they'll do?" Feirn asked again, once the otter was out of hearing range. His voice sounded slightly concerned this time. "Nothing too bad, I hope." "No, they'll lock him up, then release him in the morning, I'd guess. Depends on how much he's been stealing during the night. Pick-pocketing isn't that heavy a crime." "Finish your snack, Carle. I want to see if there's any jousting this year." There was. A board, half a metre wide, had been raised a metre-and-a-half above the ground. Padded sticks provided weaponry, and people could either fight each other or choose to challenge one of the three Fair Champions. Strutting like a young rooster, Feirn picked up a stick, nodding to the largest of the Champions. Accepting the challenge, the huge tiger flexed his impressive muscles, striking a pose for his audience. The two of them climbed the board, while Carle looked on, a wry grin playing across his muzzle. The bigger they are, he thought, glancing to the sand-pit beneath the board. You're up against a decorated ex-soldier, my feline friend. The joust was over in ten seconds. The tiger let Feirn have first swing, and the wolf struck high, feigning off-balance, then swept away the counter-strike. The tiger was good, however, and parried two ferocious blows from Feirn, before the third caught his leg, sending him to a grunting impact against the sand below. Feirn bowed to the cheering audience, then turned as the second Champion, a tall chimpanzee, leapt nimbly onto the board. Changing tactics, Feirn waited for the monkey to strike first, then parried and hit back. Catching his opponent across the shoulder, Feirn sent him off the board, bowing once more. Around him, Carle could hear familiar voices; friends, neighbours, fellow townsmen, all were now talking about Feirn. Though Carle couldn't make out the words, he could hear that they were impressed. The third Champion was a young dragoness, a head shorter than her wolfen opponent and about half his size. He'd better watch it this time, Carle thought. The girl was not there because of strength, so she had to compensate with skill. Again, Feirn waited for the other to open, but as she kept dancing about just outside his reach, he grew impatient. Striking prematurely, Feirn was caught off-guard as she dodged his blow, and he received a thunderous strike to the side of his head. Unable to help himself, the wolf landed face first in the sand. Within seconds, Carle was there to help him up, checking him for injuries. "I'm fine, Carle. Don't be a fuss!" "That was some fall! How could you let yourself get tricked like that? It's obvious she wanted you to attack." "Go on, then, show me how to beat her. The host said she's been undefeated for three years." "Now, Feirn, please. I've told you, I am a scholar. I don't fight." "But you shoot a bow better than the entire archery regiment at Toussa! I have a gut feeling saying you could take her." "With you already in my arms?" Carle grinned. "Come on, I've told you, I won't fight." "Won't..." "What?" "You said won't, Carle. Not can't. Show me what you're made of!" "Promise me one thing," Carle said, sighing. "Don't ask. Please don't ask." "I won't. That's a promise." Paying the host a half-marker coin, Carle searched carefully among the sticks until he found one whose balance he liked. As he climbed up onto the board, Feirn noticed how his friend changed. The timid scholar was gone, and in his place was a warrior. Carle's footing was as sure as if he had been standing on the solid ground, and not on a swaying board, way up in the air. Swinging a couple of times to check his balance, Carle assumed a fighting stance Feirn had never seen before. The dragon girl again started dancing, tempting Carle to strike first. When he lashed out at once, she was caught slightly off guard, and had to parry his blow. Moving with a speed way beyond anything Feirn had ever seen in him, Carle struck once, twice, forcing the girl backwards, desperately parrying. Then she leaped up, somersaulting over Carle's head to land behind him, ready to strike. Her blow caught him in the ribs, making him lose balance. Seeing this, she attacked, but at the last moment she realised her mistake. Feirn saw it, too; the slight smile that played across Carle's muzzle before he sprung up, meeting her in mid-air and striking the stick out of her hands. As they landed, he jabbed her in the stomach, making her lose balance. One more swift blow, and she fell off the board, landing on her rump in the sand. Bowing shortly to the crowd, Carle stopped to accept a goldish-looking medal from the stunned host, before re-joining Feirn. Smiling wryly, he held out his arm, and Feirn grabbed it automatically. "Shall we go?" He led Feirn away from the commotion, accepting a few congratulations and cheers, but avoiding most of the crowd. "You know, jousting is a bit like playing chess. You have to think ahead." "I shan't ask, Carle. I shan't. Lucky thing I'm not a cat, though, or I'd probably die from curiosity. That was outstanding!" "Thanks." He kissed Feirn's cheek. "Let's find something to drink, then go back to the square." "Feel like more dancing?" "Are you joking!? That stirred my blood! I can go on all night." "The night's coming to an end," Feirn said, pointing to the east, where the stars were straining to compete with the first rays of pre-dawn light. "But I guess we'll have time for at least a couple of dances." "And then, a dance of joining?" They stopped by a drinks merchant, accepting two mugs of a strong red wine. "A dance of body and soul?" "If you will..." Feirn giggled, nearly spilling his wine. "If you will." Like Feirn had said, they were able to dance through a couple of songs, before the music stopped and a loudspeaker crackled to life. "Ladies and gentlemen, daylight is approaching, and it is time for our fair to end. The salesmen will keep open until midday, but the festivities are over. Now, if you look away from the dawn, we shall celebrate the passing of night." Feirn and Carle turned to gaze westwards, just in time to see a show of fireworks begin. Plumes of swirling colours exploded on the deep blue almost-night sky, and the air was filled with the sharp sulphur smell of gunpowder. The aahs and oohs of the crowd surrounded them as Carle laid his arm around Feirn's neck, pulling him closer into a gentle embrace. When the noisy display reached its crescendo, the two of them were oblivious; locked in a deep kiss, they were making fireworks of their own. The sun was well up when Feirn closed their bedroom door, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair. Carle had laid down on top of the bed covers, his arms out-stretched. He was purring with delight as Feirn sat down next to him, rubbing his stomach. But as he felt his shirt being lifted, Carle sat up, straightening his clothes. He gently pushed Feirn's hand aside, ignoring the hurt expression on his face. "Carle, what's wrong?" "Nothing. Nothing at all." Suddenly, he seemed fidgety, indecisive, and Feirn reached out to stroke away a wisp of hair from his forehead. "Nothing is wrong." "Then why do you shy away? That's not like you." "Nothing is like me. Not even myself. Feirn, will you forgive me?" "Forgive you? For what?" "For stalling. For postponing and stalling, all these years. For not doing this long ago." "That wine went straight to your head, didn't it?" "Not at all." Carle got to his feet, then fell to his knees before a baffled Feirn. He fished out a small box from one of his pockets, and then opened it. The sight of two plain, golden rings made Feirn lose his breath. "Feirn, my love, will you marry me? Be my mate and my love for the rest of our lives?" His vision suddenly obscured by tears, Feirn found that his voice was failing him. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. The word he was looking for had stuck in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "I... I... Oh, Carle!" He threw himself around Carle's neck, whispering into his ear. "Yes. Yes, of course I will. B-but...?" "But what?" "Why now?" Breaking the hug, Feirn leaned back to catch Carle's gaze. "Why so completely out of the blue?" "Because of two things." He kissed Feirn's nose, making his whiskers twitch. "First, because tonight you showed me how to live. I must have forgot it, since I tried to resist you. I had so much fun tonight. Second, well, I landed my eyes on these rings at the jeweller's booth, and I thought they would be perfect as engagement rings." "They're lovely." Tears still flowing, Feirn allowed Carle to slip a ring onto his finger, then held it up into the morning sunlight to watch it shine. "So beautiful..." "I should have asked you to marry me a long time ago, Feirn. I'm sorry I didn't. Now, I almost feel we're too old. So much of our lives already spent." "Carle, no! You can't think like that! That's how you forgot how to live. We have been together, haven't we? We've travelled together, we've had fun, we have loved. We've had plenty of life together, even if we weren't married." "So you think it's okay?" "Of course it is!" Suddenly, Feirn's face turned serious. "But what about your work? When will we find the time..." "Forget the work! If they want those paragraphs written, they can find someone else to do it. I'm getting married, then I'm leaving this town for good." "Carle!" Giggling, Feirn hugged his husband-to-be. "Have you gone completely insane?" "Yes! I have. I'm going to take you to the coast, my love. Where we can have fresh fish every day, if we want to. Who's to say we even have to stay on this continent?" "You're off the rocks!" "I don't want to stop living again." Grabbing Feirn's cheek fur, he locked eyes with him. "I can't stay here anymore, I need to move. Anywhere, as long as you come with me. Money is not an issue, I have plenty." "So I've seen." Feirn held up his left hand, touching the golden ring. "This is pure gold, must've cost half a fortune." "So it did." "You were a highwayman, weren't you? This is from blood money!" "Promised not to ask, Feirn..." "Yes, but not to keep from joking. You can't hurt anybody! Wherever this money of yours is from, I'm sure it's good and clean." "It is. What do you say, want to see the world?" "Anytime." Grinning, he suddenly shook his head. "Anytime, that is, except right now!" Feirn ran his hand along the inside of Carle's thigh, causing a gasp and a short yelp as he reached his crotch. Caressing and stroking, he made Carle throw his head back, purring with delight. They paused to remove each other's clothes, then lay down together, kissing and fondling one another. Carle kissed his lover's neck while he stroked him, every movement of his gentle hand causing Feirn's body to shiver and jerk. In the strong morning sun, they could see every shift of pattern in each other's fur; Feirn's smoothly light grey, and Carle's dark grey and brown. Feirn traced the brown patches with his fingers, making Carle shudder with pleasure. A shudder which was accompanied by whimpers and heavy breathing as the grey wolf kissed his way down his stomach. The strong scent of Carle's arousal filled Feirn's nostrils as he licked his bellybutton, working his way even further down. When evening came, they lay sleeping in each other's arms, having finally spent themselves by making love over and over again. Feirn stirred slightly, opening his eyes to watch the sleeping wolf by his side. His future husband. The thought made him dizzy. Kissing the closed eyelids, he thought back to their night of fun, and their day of ecstasy. He had discovered, or rather awakened, a wild streak in Carle. A fiery passion in the mild scholar that he had only glimpsed before. All the promises, he knew, were valid. They would move out, would travel across the world. Feirn knew that he had been wrong when he thought his life was perfect. He had been happy living with Carle, that was true. He had realised his dream of settling down to a quiet, laid-back life. Yet... There was a tingle of excitement running down his spine. This new Carle, he didn't want to lose him! Touching his ring, Feirn smiled to himself. He wouldn't. Whatever happened, he wouldn't lose him. The bundle of fur next to him stirred, and before long, he found himself looking into Carle's eyes. Yawning, Carle flashed him a toothy grin, pulling him down into a kiss. Returning it, Feirn lay down, moving closer to his lover. You were wrong, Carle, he thought, and I think you've realised it. Our lives aren't going towards their end, they're just beginning! With that thought, he gave in to Carle's shower of kisses and caresses, losing himself completely in their re-awakened, passionate love.

Drachenherz Teil 29 by Surasshu

#1 of Drachenherz Teil 29-58 - In den nächsten Tagen verflog die Zeit wie im Fluge: die Korallenparade war ein voller Erfolg, der Clan Drachenherz wurde nun ein fester Teil der Stadt, was alle mit einem gemeinsamen Gruppenfoto gefeiert hatten.Dieses Foto hingen sie dann an die Wand im

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In den nächsten Tagen verflog die Zeit wie im Fluge: die Korallenparade war ein voller Erfolg, der Clan Drachenherz wurde nun ein fester Teil der Stadt, was alle mit einem gemeinsamen Gruppenfoto gefeiert hatten.Dieses Foto hingen sie dann an die Wand im Gemeinschaftsraum, so konnte jeder es sehen. Surasshu machte einen Schritt zurück und bemerkte, dass es ein wenig an ein Klassenfoto erinnerte, was ihn im Endeffekt jedoch nicht weiter störte. Vor allem freute ihn Nari, die sich hinter alle gelegt hatte um auch noch auf das Foto zu kommen."Sieht echt cool aus das Foto.", meinte Raio beim vorbeigehen.Es war noch morgens also trug er noch seinen weinroten Schlafanzug.Auch die anderen trugen noch zum größten Teil ihre Schlafsachen, außer Rieder, der wie immer seine Bandagen um hatte. Dieses mal konnte man jedoch auch seinen Mund sehen, denn er frühstückte mit allen anderen, was vor allem Bertram, der Rieder schon länger kannte und ihn eher selten mit anderen Leuten essen sah; viel lieber war er allein und aß auch allein."Irgendwas stimmt da doch nicht.", dachte er sich während er von seinem Toast abbas. Während des Frühstücks fragte Alice Sylvia ein wenig aus: was ihre Fähigkeiten seien und auch was Khad so drauf hatte. Sylvia überlegte einen Moment als sie von ihren magischen Fähigkeiten erzählte: sie ist eine Runenmagierrin, jedoch noch nicht so gut wie andere da sie gerade erst anfing sich mit dieser Magie vertraut zu machen.Und Khad ist ein überaus guter Schütze, der sogar eine aus hundert Meter Entfernung zum Ziel noch immer treffen würde.Beeindruckt schaute sie die beiden an.Im Hintergrund fragte Wynn Shadow, warum sie so viele coole Leute in ihrem Clan hätten. Schulterzuckend und mit der Antwort „Keine Ahnung." widmete er seine Aufmerksamkeit wieder seinem großem Frühstück bestehend aus einem Berg Speck und Eiern."Wie kriegt er das nur alles runter?", fragte Wynn sich in diesem Moment, schaute Shadow beim essen zu und widmete sich dann auch wieder ihrem Frühstück.Gegen Mittag brachen Lyra, Shiba, Rieder, Rockwell, Aussa und Wynn zu ihren Missionen auf. Die anderen waren entweder in der Stadt unterwegs, blieben in der Festung und verbrachten die Zeit in ihren Zimmern oder trainierten wie Surasshu und Bertram. Dies war besonders wichtig für Surasshu, denn er musste wieder das Gefühl, mit einem Schwert zu kämpfen wieder bekommen, wobei Bertram ihm gerne half.Irgendwann merkte er jedoch, das dieses Training nicht ganz das richtige für Surasshu sei. "Wie meinst du das?", fragt Surasshu als Bertram das Training unterbrach.Er steckte sein Katana weg und meinte das er nicht nur ein körperliches, sondern auch ein seelisches Training braucht."Schließlich musst du mental auch wieder fit werden oder?", meinte er. Surasshu dachte einen Moment nach.Es stimme schon das er seitdem er diese Kraft die vom Schwert ausging nicht mehr spürte, doch wusste er nicht ob er sich auch seelisch erholt hatte. "Wenn du willst können wir zu dem Dojo in dem ich unterrichtet wurde gehen.Da kannst du dich mental völlig erholen denn es liegt inmitten eines Tals.Dort gibt es nichts außer der Natur.Ideal für Leute die ihren Seelenfrieden finden wollen."Den Seelenfrieden finden, für Surasshu klang das nach der Gelegenheit sich wieder zu finden.Also nahm er Bertrams Angebot an und packte seine Sachen. Dabei bat er Luso auf den Clan aufzupassen während er weg ist."Keine Sorge, ich werd das Schiff schon schaukeln.", sagte er scherzend und wünschte ihm dabei alles gute.Mit dem Zug fuhren die beiden so nah es ging zum Tal, die restlichen knapp sechzig Kilometer jedoch mussten sie zu Fuß gehen.Am Ende erreichten sie ein grünes Tal, erfüllt von blauen Flüssen, raschelnden Bäumen und zwitschernden Vögeln. "Willkommen im Drachental, dem mit Abstand schönsten Ort in ganz Armoria!", hieß Bertram ihn willkommen und breitete dabei die Arme weit aus.Die Landschaft die sich vor Surasshus Augen zeigte ähnelte mehr einem Kunstwerk als eine natürliche Umgebung; sie schien viel zu perfekt, als hätte hier niemals ein Kampf oder gar eine Schlacht stattgefunden. "Vor vielen Jahrhunderten war dies hier ein Nistplatz der Drachen.Kurz nachdem ihre große Epoche beendet war wurde dieses Tal zum Heiligtum des Landes erklärt und nur von wenigen Betreten werden, von uns Samurai die hier aufgewachsen waren abgesehen.", erzählte Bertram und atmete tief ein.Er genoss förmlich die saubere Luft, denn er lies sich mit dem ausatmen viel Zeit. Und nicht nur die Luft war sauber, auch der Geruch der Landschaft verzauberte die beiden ungemein: es roch nach frischen Kirschen und vielen verschiedenen Blumen.Dann gingen sie weiter durch das seichte Gras und hörten dem Fluss neben ihnen beim fließen zu."Wie kommt es eigentlich das Samurai diesen Ort betreten dürfen wenn er so heilig ist?", fragte Surasshu neugierig. "Wir sind so etwas wie die Wächter dieses Tals.Die Aufgabe eines jeden Samurai ist es, die Geburtsort der Drachen zu schützen auf das sie eines Tages wieder zurückkehren.", antwortete er.Darauf warten das die Drachen wieder zurückkehren?Diese Antwort verwirrte ihn also hakte Surasshu noch einmal nach und fragte, was er genau damit meinte. "Ich glaube das kann warten.Schau mal, da vorne ist das Dojo!", meinte er und zeigte auf ein großes Holzhaus etwa 500 Meter vor ihnen.Schon von weitem konnte man die Schreie der Samurai hören, wie sie ihr Training absolvierten."Na los, beeilen wir uns!"Eilig begaben sich die beiden vor die Tore des Dojos, wo zwei Wachen standen und sie anschauten."Ich bin Bertram Maravira und das ist mein Clanführer Surasshu Northstar. Wir sind hier weil wir unseren Horizont erweitern möchten.", erklärte Bertram den beiden. Zuerst taten sie nichts, doch dann öffneten sie das Tor.Leise Glockenklänge begleitet von dem aneinander schlagen der Katanas begrüßte die beiden im Dojo, während Bertram Surasshu den Weg zeigte."Ist ziemlich ruhig hier.", kommentierte Surasshu, was Bertram mit einem leichten nicken beantwortete.Vor dem Eingang ins innere des Dojo bat Bertram Surasshu, die Schuhe auszuziehen. Surasshu befolgte die Anweisung und zog seine Schuhe aus.Danach folgte er ihm bis sie vor einer Zimmertür standen."Hier schläfst du, ich schlafe gegenüber.", erklärte Bertram ihm und öffnete dann die Tür.Als hätte er das alles bereits vorbereitet, dachte Surasshu sich als er das Zimmer betrat, wenn man es ein Zimmer nennen durfte, schließlich hatte es nur ein Fenster und ein Bett, sonst nichts. "Wunder dich lieber nicht über das Zimmer.", meinte Bertram nur beruhigend.Seufzend betrat Surasshu das Zimmer, packte seine Sachen aus und schaute aus dem Fenster.Danach brachte Bertram ihn zu seinem alten Lehrmeister.Sie standen vor der Tür seines Zimmers als Bertram meinte, er solle aufpassen denn sein alter Lehrer begrüßte andere gerne dadurch das er sie blitzschnell angriff. Stirn runzelnd und mit größter Vorsicht fasste Surasshu an den Türknauf, drehte ihn und öffnete langsam die Tür.Und gerade als er etwas sagen wollte da schnellte auch schon eine Klinge auf ihn zu, die Bertram glücklicher weise kurz vor ihm mit seinem Katana abfing."Schönen.....guten Tag.", begrüßte Surasshu den vor sich stehenden braunen Wolf.Er trug einen schwarzen Karate-Anzug und eine Brille. Sein Haare waren schulterlang und die an seinen Wangen herabhängenden waren zu Zöpfen geflochten, während die anderen locker waren."Tag auch. Bertram, wer ist denn dein Freund hier?", fragte der Wolf die beiden sofort."Sein Name ist Surasshu, er ist mein Clanführer.", antwortete Bertram während er sein Katana wegsteckte. "Clanführer?Von welchem Clan denn genau?", fragte der Wolf erneut."Drachenherz, ich bin der Anführer des Clans Drachenherz.", antwortete Surasshu und fragte dabei auch nach dem Namen des Wolfes."Ach, was hab ich bloß für Manieren?Mein Name ist Vorroth Irrod, Hüter dieses Tals und dieses Dojos."Nach dieser Begrüßung bat er die beiden zu Tisch um zusammen mit ihm Tee zu trinken.Noch immer angespannt saß Surasshu gegenüber von Vorroth, als dieser ihm Tee einschenkte. "Tut mir übrigens leid, also die Sache mit dem Angreifen.Ist eine alte Angewohnheit von mir.", entschuldigte sich der Wolf und nahm einen Schluck Tee zu sich."Eine Angewohnheit?", fragte Surasshu sich im Gedanken und nahm ebenfalls einen Schluck Tee."Ist hier irgendwas passiert seit ich gegangen bin, Meister?", fragte Bertram neugierig. "Nicht viel, außer das wir ein paar vielversprechende neue Schüler bekommen haben.Einer von ihnen, ein Tiger Namens Ban´vesu ist in der Lage, das Wasser zu kontrollieren."Fasziniert schauten die beiden Vorroth an.Ein Tiger der Wasser kontrollieren kann?Bei allem was die beiden über Feliden wussten, besonders ihre Abneigung zu Wasser wurde dies nun in Frage gestellt. "Können wir ihn sehen?", fragte Surasshu sofort und Vorroth nickte."Er müsste draußen sein und mit den anderen trainieren.Passt aber auf, er ist Menschen und Drachen nicht besonders freundlich gesonnen.", erzählte er den beiden noch, bevor sie aufstanden, sich für den Tee bedanken und zum Hof gingen."Wie kann es sein, dass ein Schüler, der in einem Tal der Drachen eine Abneigung gegen Drachen hat?", fragte Surasshu Bertram verwirrt. "Nicht jeder ist hier, weil er diesen Ort schützen will.Einige sind nur hier, um den Pfad des Kriegers, Bushido zu erlernen um mit diesen Techniken anderen zu helfen.", antwortete er ihm."Ist das bei dir genauso?"Bertram blieb stehen und schaute Surasshu an."Ich bin losgezogen um für mich einen neuen Meister, jemand von dem ich lernen kann zu treffen. Und ich muss sagen, du bist ein durchaus würdiger Lehrer, Surasshu. Du bist nämlich selbst dabei, so etwas wie ein Meister zu werden und das möchte ich in jeder Kleinigkeit mitbekommen um so von dir zu lernen.Daneben existiert noch meine Verpflichtung diesen Ort vor allem bösen zu schützen."Danach gingen sie weiter, als wäre nichts gewesen. Doch Surasshu war nun mit seinen Gedanken auf das, was Bertram gerade zu ihm sagte konzentriert: er sah ihn nicht nur als einen Freund oder einen Clanführer, er sah ihn als seinen neuen Meister.Dieser Gedanke, so absurd er auch klang lies ihn an sich glauben und daran, dass er bald noch mehr großartige Dinge vollbringen wird.Als sie dann auf dem Hof ankamen schauten sie sich nach diesem Tiger um; und fanden ihn auch recht schnell, denn er war gerade damit beschäftigt, gegen ein paar andere Schüler zu kämpfen. Dabei beobachteten sie seine Bewegungen und seinen Kampfstil: er war fließend, als wäre sein Körper aus Wasser.Ein Block von ihm wurde gleichzeitig zu einem neuen Angriff, womit er seinen Gegner in Windeseile bezwang."Was meinst du?Soll ich es mal versuchen?", fragte Surasshu Bertram. Er zuckte nur mit den Achseln."Wenn du willst, dann solltest du aber lieber dein Schwert holen bevor du es gegen ihn versuchst oder?", meinte er noch. Sofort rannte er in sein Zimmer, nahm sein Schwert und begab sich wieder zurück in den Hof, wo Bertram ihn bereits als nächsten Gegner vorschlug.Der Tiger Ban´vesu schaut den sich ihm nähernden Drache mit einem skeptischen Blick an, wollte ihn auch gar nicht erst begrüßen sondern stellte sich sofort auf die andere Seite des Ringes."Bringen wir es hinter uns, Drache.", meinte er und ging in Kampfposition. Zwar wollte Surasshu sich ihm erst einmal vorstellen, aber da er merkte das es keinen Sinn haben wird ging er ebenfalls in Kampfhaltung.Als Schiedsrichter gab Bertram das Zeichen und so begann ihr Kampf.Zuerst gingen sie auf einander zu, dann schlug Ban´vesu sofort zu.Seine Klinge war so schnell, dass Surasshu ihr kaum ausweichen konnte.Doch er lies nicht lange auf sich warten und schlug zurück: mit einem schnellen Hieb von links. Der Tiger wehrte ihn ab und hielt gegen seine Klinge."Ist das schon alles?", fragte er Surasshu, doch dieser lächelte nur.Er atmete aus und schon begann seine Klinge zu gefrieren."Noch lange nicht!", erwiderte Surasshu und schlug seinen Gegner zurück. Ban machte ein paar Schritte zurück und schaute Surasshu an.Währenddessen analysierte er ihn."Ein Drache mit einem Eisschwert?Interessant, trotzdem nichts was mich aufhalten könnte.Mal sehen.....sein linkes Bein sieht recht ungeschützt aus.....wenn ich da....nein.....vielleicht wenn ich einen Angriff vortäusche um ihn zu verunsichern.....", überlegte er sich und begann mit seinem Angriff. Er rannte auf Surasshu zu, täuschte einen Angriff von oben an, wartete nur darauf das er sich in diese Position abwehren würde nur um ihn dann von rechts zu treffen.Kurz bevor er die List erkannte wollte Surasshu das Schwert dorthin halten, doch es gelang ihm nicht, stattdessen hielt er seinen Arm hin.Erschrocken schauten alle zu ihm während die Klinge in seinem Arm stecken blieb. Zwar zuckte die Hand noch etwas, doch man konnte deutlich erkennen, dass das nur noch Restzucken war, ansonsten war die Hand sowie der Rest des Arms nutzlos geworden."Surasshu!", schrie Bertram ihm zu, doch es war ihm egal."Ist doch bloß ein Kratzer, ich schaff da schon!", meinte er jedoch nur und nahm das Schwert in die andere Hand."Ich hab schon andere Sachen überlebt!" Überrascht beobachtete Ban´vesu diese Reaktion Surasshus auf seinen Angriff; er hatte mit aufgeben gerechnet, jedoch nicht mit einer solchen Reaktion.Sein Arm blutete, konnte kaum noch bewegt werden und trotzdem machte er weiter."Diese verdammten Drachen, kämpfen immer bis zum letzten Atemzug!", fluchte er im Gedanken.Dann nahm er wieder sein Katana, stellte sich Surasshu entgegen, als Bertram ihn aufhalten wollte. Der Tiger jedoch meinte nur:"Wenn er sagt das er weiter machen kann dann lass ihn!"Zögernd stand Bertram da, biss sich auf die Unterlippe und nickte dann nur stumm.Dann ging der Kampf weiter.Mit nur einer intakten Hand führte Surasshu sein Schwert zwar nicht mehr so sicher wie mit zwei, konnte Ban´vesu jedoch entgegen treten.Dabei bekam sein Schwert eine hauchdünne Eisschicht, die dann gegen den Stahl des Katanas von Ban´vesu traf. "Warum setzt er dann seine Wasser-Techniken nicht ein?", fragte einer der Zuschauer.Auch die anderen wurden langsam unruhig, schließlich setzte er bei ihnen auch seine auf Wasser basierenden Techniken ein.Irgendwann rung er sich dazu durch und sprang zurück.Er nahm Katana, hielt es mit beiden Händen vor sich und schloss die Augen. Plötzlich sammelte sich Wasser an seinem Fell und an seinem Katana. Er öffnete die Augen, lies das Katana sinken und fragte Surasshu, ob er noch immer kämpfen möchte.Darauf grinste Surasshu nur und hielt sein Schwert hoch.Er setzte sein Eis frei und konzentrierte sich dabei auch auf seinen linken Arm, der von dünnen Eisbändern umwoben wurde und nach kurzer Zeit wieder bewegungsfähig war. "Woher kann er das denn?", fragte Bertram erschrocken, als Surasshu den Griff seines Schwertes mit beiden Händen umklammerte."Woher?Nun ich will´s mal so sagen: Luso ist ein guter Lehrer wenn es um Heilzauber geht.", antwortete Surasshu. Doch Ban´vesu lies sich davon nicht weiter beeindrucken und holte zum Schlag aus.Durch das Wasser um ihn verlängerte sich seine Klinge um einige Zentimeter und verfestigte sich, als er zuschlug. Seine Klinge raste gegen Surasshus Eisschwert und zerplatzte dabei; die Tropfen flogen umher, er schlug von der anderen Seite, die Tropfen bündelten sich und folgten diesem Hieb, Surasshu duckte sich, rammte sein Schwert diagonal in die Erde und hob dann wie mit einer Schaufel eine Eiswelle aus dem Boden. Ban´vesu hielt sein Katana dagegen, stach mit der Spitze in das Eis und wirbelte die Welle in Richtung Himmel, wobei sie wieder zu Wasser wurde. "Wie du siehst ist dein Eis nutzlos gegen mich.", kommentierte er Surasshus Angriff als dieser wieder aufstand.Er schaute seinen Gegner an und sah wie dieser in die Hocke ging.Dabei nahm er sein Katana in beide Hände und holte zum Schlag aus; das Wasser sammelte sich hinter ihm. Surasshus Augen weiteten sich, schnell versuchte er einen neuen Angriff vorzubereiten, doch er war nicht schnell genug: Ban schlug mit einer gewaltigen Wassermenge zu und schleuderte ihn zu Boden. Sich am Boden krümmend sah Surasshu, wie der Tiger auf ihn zu ging und ihm die Klinge vor das Gesicht hielt."Es ist vorbei, Drache.", meinte er nur."Meine Name ist....Surasshu!", schrie er und packte an die Klinge, die sofort zu Eis erstarrte. Ban sprang zurück, wobei sich das Eis wieder von seinem Katana löste. Surasshu stand auf und atmete aus. "Und ich zeige dir jetzt wie stark ich bin!Ban´vesu!"Brüllend rannte er auf ihn zu, schlug zu und prallte erneut mit dem Schwert gegen seine Klinge.so stark sie konnten drückten sie gegen das Schwert des anderen, jedoch lies keiner von ihnen nach."Also gut, Surasshu, glaubst du du kannst mich besiegen?", fragte Ban´vesu ihn."Kommt darauf an ob du glaubst du könntest mich besiegen?", antwortete Surasshu lachend. "Der kleine sieht doch ganz fit aus.Ich weiß gar nicht was du in deinem Brief meintest.", erkundigte sich Vorroth, der plötzlich neben Bertram stand."Äußerlich ist r ganz in Ordnung, innerlich, besonders in seiner Seele ist er nicht ganz er selbst.", antwortete Bertram leise.Besorgt schaute der Wolf Surasshu an.Tage zuvor hatte Bertram ihm einen Brief geschrieben, dass er mit einem Freund der seit einiger Zeit irgendwie seelisch gespalten ist zu ihm kommen würde und das er nach seiner letzten Mission irgendwie anders war. Als Grund nannte er in dem Brief das Schwert, wie Luso es zuvor tat, doch er konnte es nicht genau einschätzen, deswegen bat er seinen alten Meister um Hilfe bei dieser Sache.Doch als Vorroth Surasshu beim kämpfen zusah hatte er nicht den Eindruck das etwas mit ihm nicht in Ordnung war, außer das seine Technik einiges zu wünschen übrig lies. Als ihm jedoch die Wucht hinter seinen Hieben auffiel, hatte er das Gefühl, das da jemand anders das Schwert führen würde."Du hast Recht, da ist irgendwas das ihn steuert, vielleicht sogar stärker macht.", meinte er bedenklich.Deswegen beendete er auch wenige Sekunden später den Kampf, was den beiden nicht sonderlich leicht fiel."Ich bin gerade erst richtig warm geworden.", meckerte Ban´vesu, doch der Blick seines Meisters und die damit verbundene Nachricht war klar. Danach bat Vorroth Surasshu, morgen früh zu ihm in sein Zimmer zu kommen."Ich möchte morgen etwas mit dir bereden, aber schlaf dich erst mal aus.", meinte er und ging wieder rein. Surasshu schaute ihm noch hinterher als Ban´vesu an ihm vorbeiging.Er drehte sich noch einmal zu ihm um, zeigte mit dem Finger auf ihn und meinte, dass sie den Kampf noch zu ende bringen werden. "Kann´s kaum abwarten.", antwortete er mit einem selbstbewussten Blick als der Tiger sich wieder umdrehte und reinging.Danach lies Surasshu sich von Bertram noch den Rest der Umgebung zeigen, bevor er sich dann am Abend ins Bett legte und dann auch sofort einschlief. Fortsetzung folgt.....

Paw Play by Saphire Avindar

**Paw Play**   **Scene One**   It was a slow, sleepy Saturday morning at Tal the T-Rex and Casa the Yellow Lizard's small two bedroom apartment. They were both off work for the day and took their time getting up and going. Their apartment was pretty standard for a couple single furies. Two bedrooms

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**Paw Play** **Scene One** It was a slow, sleepy Saturday morning at Tal the T-Rex and Casa the Yellow Lizard's small two bedroom apartment. They were both off work for the day and took their time getting up and going. Their apartment was pretty standard for a couple single furies. Two bedrooms full of artwork and other furry paraphernalia, a constantly dirty bathroom and kitchen that tended to get full of dishes, and a living room full of assorted furniture and gaming consoles. Due to the fact that they shared a bathroom, they had worked out a morning schedule where they took turns being the first one in the shower, the other would start breakfast. When they were done, the one that showered first would clean up while the other took a shower. Today was Tal's turn to cook breakfast. Being the silly scaley he was, Tal had a great idea for breakfast. He had pancake mix, food coloring, and a kind of cream he could use to fill the pancakes with. So he decided to make yellow and green spotted egg shaped pancakes that spilled out yellow or green cream when you cut into them. He got to work right away and was mostly finished when Casa came out of his room, freshly clean and scales sparkling. Casa looked at the plate Tal had made up and started cracking up, not only had he made egg shaped pancakes with their colors, they spilled colored cream and the sausage patties had been cut into animal shapes too. They sat together and talked and laughed about the meal, enjoying each others company and the ability to just relax for the day. "So what made you think of this?" Casa asked, after swallowing a big mouthful, dripping cream down his muzzle. Tal laughed, handing Casa a napkin and said, "I thought it would be funny, I was right." "That you were," Casa said while wiping his muzzle and shoveling more food into his mouth. They continued talking and laughing, making jokes back and forth, pretending the sausage animals were drowning in the cream before eating them, and making a mess in general. When they were both stuffed, Tal decided to help Casa clean up due to the large mess he had made cooking and they both made while eating. It took them a good hour to finally get all the dishes rinsed and into the dishwasher and clean up the counter, stove and table. Laughing, Tal wet his washrag with really cold water and pressed it to the back of Casa's neck. Casa jumped, growling and spun around to see Tal laughing hysterically. Grumbling to himself, Casa went over to the freezer, and while Tal's back was turned cleaning the counter, he grabbed an ice cube. Then he tiptoed over and dropped the cube down Tal's pants. Tal jumped and did a hilarious dance trying to get the ice cube to come out. When it finally did, Casa couldn't breath he was laughing so hard. Grumbling, Tal finished wiping off the counter and playfully pushed Casa out of the way on his way out of the kitchen to take his shower. They had decided to play a little Halo 4 so Casa set up the X Box while Tal was taking a shower. **Scene Two** Snickering to himself, Casa watched Tal come out of his bedroom, clean and dressed and ready to play. He had chosen an arena that Tal didn't know very well yet, since he hadn't played the new game as much as Casa. He was planning on an easy victory. You see, they rarely played on the same team because they found it more enjoyable to make it a contest between them, seeing how many times they could kill each other, it often tended to get a bit vicious. As soon as Tal sat down and saw the screen, he growled; "Damn you Casa, you know I don't know this stage very well yet. I'll get you, payback is a bitch!" He grabbed a controller and still grumbling, got ready for the match to start. Casa could barely contain his laughter. He knew Tal wasn't really mad at him, but he also knew that he wasn't kidding about getting back at him. Giggling, he settled in to annihilate the competition. After three rounds of Casa beating him, Tal was ready to pounce him off the couch and wrestle him to the ground. Casa put down his controller laughing after beating Tal once again and that is when Tal took his chance. Growling low, he pounced on Casa, knocking them both to the floor. **Scene Three** Growling at each other, they wrestled around, nipping and struggling to gain control over the other. Tal would get Casa pinned, then they would roll around and Casa would pin Tal. One move Tal made caught Casa by surprise and knocked him back for a moment. While Casa was on top of him, he leaned back to grin at him, at that moment, Tal reached his legs up and wrapped them around Casa's arms and chest, knocking him back and pinning him to the floor. Casa stiffened, Tal's feet were inches from his face and he couldn't help but lick them. He felt Tal shudder and slowly release him. They both lay there for a moment, staring at the others feet. Grinning, Tal realized he had found the perfect way to pay back Casa for the game, he would tease him, not realizing that Casa had figured out his own paw fetish. So he rolled onto his side, and started playing with Casa's feet. He started by running his claws up and down Casa's feet and nipping his toes. He felt Casa tense up and draw a sharp intake of breath. Tal chuckled deeply and started playing with Casa's feet in earnest, nipping, licking, and pawing. Running his tongue and claws all over Casa's feet. Then to his own surprise, Casa began to play with his feet. A long, deep shudder ran from his muzzle to the tip of his tail as he began to enjoy Casa's moves as well as his own. Casa was loving this. Here he got to live with his best friend and now he found they share a paw fetish, and can even play together, he was happy. As Tal started to torture him even more, Casa decided to respond in kind and began to play with Tal's feet, rubbing, licking and clawing at them. They wen on for a few more minutes like this. Rolling around the floor, tickling and playing with each other. Trying to wear the other out, always playing with the feet. They would wrestle a bit, then go back to the feet. Then, laughing, they just stopped. They got back up, sat back on the couch, and started playing Halo again. This time choosing an arena that they both knew. **Scene Four** When everyone played fair, they were fairly evenly matched. They kept ending the games with only a point or two difference either way, and they had an almost equal amount of wins. They went back and forth that way for a while longer. They even teamed up a few times, completely dominating the field. But that bored them after a while, so they went back to fighting each other. When they broke for lunch, they decided to order pizza, they were laughing at the last match they had. It had been a tie match all the way up until the pizza guy rung the doorbell. And the only reason Tal had beaten Casa that last time, was because Casa was the one that was paying for lunch. They sat at the table eating pizza and drinking Mountain Dew. The entire time, Tal razzed on Casa about that last win, calling it payback for the early trick. After they had finished eating, Tal continued razzing Casa about finally beating him. Growling, Casa launched himself at Tal and knocked him to the floor, landing on top of him and pinning him to the floor. Growling, Tal rolled him over and their wrestling match started all over again. **Scene Five** Tal yelped in surprise and growled as Casa knocked him to the ground. Tal rolled him over and this time instead of trying to pin him, he turned around and grabbed Casa's feet. He started to tickle them as Casa tried and failed to wiggle out of Tal's grip, giggling hysterically. Then Tal began to really get into it, running his claws up and down Casa's feet, nibbling on his toes. Paws fascinated him, he wasn't sure why, but he loved them, and found it awesome that Casa shared this with him. Casa's feet were amazing, scaley but smooth, and a great shade of yellow. He couldn't stop himself from stroking them. He could feel Casa's shudders every time he did. Then Casa began to return the favor. He knew he was beat the instant Tal started to play with his feet. He stopped trying to gain dominance and just laid there, giggling and shuddering as Tal tickled and stroked his feet. Thoroughly enjoying himself, he reached up, and grabbed Tal's feet. Those wonderful reptile feet. He started by just rubbing them, he could tell Tal was enjoying it because what was happening to his own feet started to slow down. He ran his claws up and down Tal's feet and ankles, slowly pulling them closer to his head. Then they were both laying down on their sides facing one another, laughing a little breathlessly as they tickled and nipped at each others feet. Once in a while, one of them would randomly start wrestling with the other again, and they would roll around for a few minutes, laughing and growling at each other, but they would always end up back in some position, playing with each others feet. Tal laughed to himself, because no matter what they tried, they always ended up at a dead lock, and would go back to playing with each others feet. They were too evenly matched, they always had been. They spent the next 10 minutes or so trying to gain some kind of advantage over each other, rolling around, tickling or nipping feet, but nothing worked. They would always come to the same end, they even tired out at the same speed. Grinning, he finally looked up and said, "How about we call this one a draw, otherwise we could be here forever and still no one would win." Casa laughed, "Yea, I suppose you are right, no matter what we try, we will always come out at a draw. How about some Rock Band?" And laughing, they picked up the instruments, and began playing together, yet again. The End

Making friends by Sskahryl

A cool autumn breeze blew in through the living room window where two dragons were relaxing. Zennith was sitting on the couch, his blue scales illuminated by a crackling fire his pet Sskahryl curled up next to him, Sskahryl's head resting on his master's lap, snoozing quietly Zennith stroking his

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A cool autumn breeze blew in through the living room window where two dragons were relaxing. Zennith was sitting on the couch, his blue scales illuminated by a crackling fire his pet Sskahryl curled up next to him, Sskahryl's head resting on his master's lap, snoozing quietly Zennith stroking his black scales soothingly. Zennith got up and closed the window, his pet waking and looking at his master. "Well pet. We have an early morning tomorrow so its time we went to bed" Zennith informed his pet. "What's happening tomorrow?" Sskahryl inquired curiously. "You will find out in due time pet. But before we do go to bed you have some duties to perform." Zennith sat down and put his hind claws on the coffee table. Sskahryl quickly and eagerly licked all over his masters claws. "Good pet!" Zennith moaned, praising his pet which only fulled Sskahryl's enthusiastic licking, his tongue caressing each clawed digit. Zennith lay back moaning happily. He could feel the slick reptilian tongue flicker in between each claw skilfully, sending surges of pleasure though him. Sskahryl turned his attention to each individual clawed digit, suckling on each as his reptilian tongue curls around each and lathered it in his saliva. Sskahryl then turned his attention to the other claw licking from heal to toe claw. At this point Zennith was hard and leaking. "Pet, put that maw of yours to good use." Zennith orders his pet who eagerly lapped at the tip of his master's member tasting his pre. Sskahryl then proceeded to take the other dragons meat deep into his maw. Zennith let out an appreciative moan and grabbed his pet's horns and began to thrust into Sskahryl's muzzle. Sskahryl was in heaven as he moaned while being muzzle fucked by the blue dragon letting his tongue stroke the dragon meat in his maw with every thrust. Zennith forced his pet to deep throat his member sending shock waves of pleasure through his body. Sskahryl for his part gladly accepted as much of his master's member as he could get and deep throated it happily. Sskahryl's eager tongue lapped at the member in his maw and throat and soon it was too much for the blue dragon who with a loud roar released his warm dragon seed into his pet's maw. Sskahryl swallowed as much of his masters cum as he could but it was too much and soon Sskahryl's muzzle was covered in dragon cum. Zennith got up off the couch panting slightly "I'm not done with you yet boy." Zennith announced to his pet who eagerly got on all fours and raised his tail. Zennith laughed as he rubbed lube into his pets tail "You are always so eager pet." Zennith said happily as he inserted a claw into his pets tail ensuring he was well lubed. Zennith then placed the tip of his dragon hood against his pets tail. Sskahryl murred in eagerness and anticipation and finally got his wish as Zennith pushed forward shoving his thick dragon meat into the black dragon below him. Sskahryl was in heaven as he felt each bump and dip in his masters member fill him. Zennith moaned loudly as his member was surrounded and massaged by his pets warm flesh. "As tight as the first day I took you pet!" Zennith exclaimed as he began pounding his pets tail hard. Sskahryl was moaning just as loudly as his master was his dragon hood rock hard and spewing pre. Zennith shifted so he was lying on his pets back. He then reached a claw around his pets body and began stroking his pets needy dragon meat. Zennith couldn't hold back any more and with one final thrust he filled his pet with his warm dragon cum. Sskahryl soon followed releasing his cum all over the floor and his masters claw. Zennith licked hos pets cum off his claw before pulling out and tugging on his pets lead "Its time we went to bed pet. Got a big day tomorrow" Zennith informed his pet who happily followed his master to bed. The next morning began as usual with Zennith and Sskahryl having a shower, eating breakfast and going for a quick walk around the block. When they got home Zennith ordered his pet to pack for a weekend stay at Zennith's wing brother, Drake Wingfire's place. After packing and loading the car Zennith and Sskahryl set off for a 3 hour trip north to Drake's house. When they arrived there was a rather happy looking red dragon in the driveway to greet them. Sskahryl assumed this was his master's wing brother. "Pet" Zennith said "This is my wing brother Drake" "So this is the pet you are always talking about." Drake said cheerily as they all walked into the house. Once inside Drake gave Sskahryl a once over checking his eyes, horns, maw and belly before lifting his tail and inspecting his tail hole "hmm. Considering how long you have had him he is pretty tight" Drake commented to Zennith who just smiled. Drake then rolled Sskahryl onto his back and began rubbing his slit. Sskahryl murred and relaxed enjoying Drake's administrations. Drake chuckled and inserted a claw into the murring dragon causing Sskahryl to let out a moan as his slit was invaded by the green dragon. Soon enough Sskahryl's member was hard and leaking copious amounts of pre. "Such a leaker." Drake announced to the agreeing nods of Zennith. "Pet! On all fours!" Zennith ordered his pet. Sskahryl quickly got on all fours and raised his tail to the approval of his master. "Good pet" Zennith praised Sskahryl as he rubbed his tail hole slipping a claw inside his pet. Sskahryl let out a long moan as his master's claw penetrated his tail and began rubbing his insides. Zennith smiled at Drake "You get his muzzle." He informed his wing brother who quickly got undressed and positioned himself in front of Sskahryl his member already hard and leaking. "Looking forward to this were you?" Zennith asked chuckling, "Yeh, just a little" replied Drake blushing, an amazing feat for a red dragon. Sskahryl opened his maw which was quickly filled with drake's throbbing dragon hood. Sskahryl happily suckles on the dragon meat in his maw to the approving moans from its owner. Drake grabbed Sskahryl's horns and started thrusting inside the black dragons muzzle who murred happily being muzzle fucked. Zennith eventually pulled his claw out of his pet and got undressed, his member like Drake's was hard and leaking. Zennith lifted his pets tail and pressed his member against the dragons tail hole and began teasing the black dragons hole. Sskahryl whimpered wanting his master to press inside him and soon got his wish as Zennith pressed his thick dragon hood inside Sskahryl's tail. Zennith quickly started building up a quick pase, pounding his pet's tail hole hard and fast to the approving moans from Sskahryl. Sskahryl was in compete ecstasy. He could feel every ridge and vein of Zennith's cock rubbing up against the walls of his tail hole, the head ramming his prostate sending shock waves of pleasure through him. Sskahryl traces his toung along Drakes dragon hood to the approving thrusts of Drake. Zennith started pounding his pets tail hole hard and fast panting heavily to the approving moans from Sskahryl who from this encouragement began working Drake's member even more. Drake used Sskahryl's horns to thrust deep into the black dragons throat and almost came there and then as he felt Sskahryl's throat begin to massage his length. Sskahryl was loving every minute of this. He loved the hard dragon meat in his tail pounding away and the thick dragon hood in his muzzle he could suck away at. After a few more thrusts Zennith roared loudly and came hard into his pets tail. Sskahryl felt his masters seed fill him its warmth covering his prostate which sent him over the edge as he came onto the floor. Drake thrust a few more times before sending his seed deep into the black dragons throat. Sskahryl swallowed eagerly what he could but the rest flowed down his neck and mixed with his own on the ground. Zennith pulled out and Sskahryl quickly turned around and leaned off his masters member. All three dragons got dressed and went to unpack the car. "I think your going to like this week pet." Zennith commented smiling. Sskahryl just giggled and let his mind wander to the fun he could expect.

Starfox Adventures - Third Revision by DracosBlackwing

Starfox Adventures - Third Revision by Dracos Blackwing (all chars copyright Nintendo) After the initial reforming of Team Starfox, everything seemed to be going well between the team members. Fox and Falco renewed their competitive rivalry; Slippy developed some new enhancements for the Arwings;

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Starfox Adventures - Third Revision by Dracos Blackwing (all chars copyright Nintendo) After the initial reforming of Team Starfox, everything seemed to be going well between the team members. Fox and Falco renewed their competitive rivalry; Slippy developed some new enhancements for the Arwings; Peppy was called on to advise several military actions in other sectors from the Great Fox, and Krystal spent many hours, first in simulation then in actual flight, honing her skills as a pilot. As time passed, this became a problem for Falco. As she became more and more skilled as a wingman, Fox began to choose her for missions that he would usually use Falco for. Also, aboard the ship and during downtime, Fox and Krystal were virtually inseparable; everyone could see that they were developing feeling for each other. But to Falco, it seemed as if he was being passed over, left out, and abandoned for the newer team member, and that her being a vixen didn't hurt her chances for promotion, either. At this rate, she would be second in command, and Falco would be dropped to a lower position, despite his long years on the team. How dare Fox take him so lightly, when he was already a better pilot than both of them, and for such a pointless reason! Her being Fox's love interest wouldn't help him if she messed up during a mission... He decided to challenge Fox over it, in the best way he knew how... Some time later, Fox and the others had started off to the common room to relax a bit, and to talk about their next move, including a mission to the Ganaris system to deal with some space pirates; Fox was already thinking that Krystal would be the perfect wingman for him. Falco followed behind, watching carefully. As they were nearing the room, Fox suddenly decided that he needed to change his clothes and maybe take a shower before they sat down together; he had basically been wearing the same clothes since the end of the last mission. He headed off to his room, asking Peppy and Slippy to keep Krystal company until he returned. Falco made a point to loiter in the hall, fiddling with a console in the wall, until, several minutes after Fox had left, Krystal followed. He bowed his head and shook it... he had had a feeling something like that would happen. Quietly, so as not to alert the vixen to his tracking her, he followed her at a careful distance down the hall. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* After entering his room, Fox let out a relieved sigh, and carefully kicked his boots off into the corner, then pulled off his flight jacket and hung it on a hook on the wall, looking at the sturdy thing; he had been glad to have it more than once out there. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and was about to pull his shirt off when he heard a knock on the door. He let his shirt tails drop on the outside of his pants, then went to the door, figuring it was Falco with some ribbing on his 'latest conquest'. It wasn't. Krystal stood there, looking at him with a nervous, excited air about her. As soon as she saw him with his shirt out and eyes on hers, she blushed deeply, but asked, "Can I... come in for a moment?" Fox blinked, then backed up, saying quickly, "Uh... sure..." he watched her walk into his room and turn to face him, then shut the door. "How can I help you?" Krystal stood with her hands clasped in front of her, then stepped up closer, smiling. "I just wanted to say thanks for letting me join you here." She drew closer, then seemingly on impulse, leaned up to kiss his cheek softly. Fox blinked again, turning his face to hers; they gazed at each other for a long moment, then kissed softly, passionately. Krystal slid into his arms, pressing her hands to his chest, and he wrapped his own arms around her, stroking the soft blue fur of her back lightly. The kiss deepened, and the two stroked at each other eagerly. Just as Krystal was venturing to slide her hands up under his shirt, there came a loud banging at the door. Fox's head jerked up, and Krystal jumped back from him, cheeks blazing; the moment had been broken. Snarling, Fox strode over to the door, yanking it open. "Hey, Fox." Falco said, leaning on the doorframe. He casually glanced over Fox's shoulder, seeing Krystal, then returned his gaze to Fox. "I see the newcomer is here... did I interrupt something?" The look in his eyes said he knew he had. "What is it Falco?" Fox said in a tight voice, and Falco said, in the same nonchalant tone, "Everyone is waiting for you in the common room; you should hurry up and come there. You spend enough time with Krystal as it is; you should spare some for your other friends." Without another word, Falco turned and walked off, leaving Fox standing in the door and growling low to himself. He regained control after a few moments, then turned to Krystal, though there was still a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I think it best if we continue this another time..." Krystal, who by now was completely embarrassed, nodded quietly, then walked quickly out. Fox closed the door, then punched the wall beside it. He set to work getting himself cleaned up quickly, then stormed out of his room to the common room, seeing everyone sitting around and relaxing, eating and chatting. He glanced at Krystal then headed for Falco. Peppy looked up from where he's been chatting with Krystal; she had seemed a bit out of sorts when she came back, and Falco had had that look he got when he managed to burn Fox really well on his face when he came in. The old soldier was more than able to put two and two together, and started to rise, saying, "Now Fox, I..." Before he could even finish the first part, Fox said to Falco, "What's your problem!?" Slippy jumped a bit, then turned and looked to the two. "Come on, you guys not again! We just earned a victory! Can't we just sit and enjoy it?" Falco looked up at Fox, then decided he didn't like being stood over and rose to his feet. "What? All I did was come to get you. People were waiting." Fox glared at Falco, his eyes dark. "You knew she had come there, to speak with me in private, and yet you still came there, just so you could get in between us." Fox had heard his own words, but felt angry enough at the situation to let it slide; there was no way to take it back now anyway. Falco turned his head to one side, cutting his eyes over at Fox. "So, what? Are you saying that now I'm not good enough to come and talk with you while she's around? Why is it that lately, the only person you choose for your mission, and almost the only one that you spend any time with at all, is Krystal?" Falco turned and looked at Krystal with an apologetic expression, which seemed a bit out of character. "I'm not trying to pick on you, Krystal; it's just that Fox here seems to have forgotten about the fact that this is a team, not just two people." Krystal looked from one to the other, and realized that Falco had a point, though he had chosen a poor way to bring it up. "Well, In my opinion, you could have just brought it up the next time we all met, rather than doing it this way, but if this is what you think it needed, then maybe I am too new, and you should settle this between you two. What do you normally do to solve these kinds of problems.?" Fox glared, then looked at Falco with the hint of amusement in his voice. "What do we do? We normally compete at something. Shooting, piloting, racing, hand to hand... He never wins, but he just keeps on trying." Falco's crest stood up a little stiffer at this, and he snapped back, "Oh, so you're better than me, huh? Is that why you've stopped using me as your wingman, leaving me behind on missions; because I'm not good enough? I can't even come and talk to you without you coming to snap my head off later, is that it? What did I do that's so bad it's got your tail in a twist?" Fox glared at him. "You know damn well what you did! What makes you think you have the authority to order me around? Last I checked, I'm still the leader of this operation, and if you don't like it, then you can just try to do something about it!" Falco sneered at Fox's attempt to pull rank and he said, "Oh, so now we're deciding leadership by rite of challenge, huh? Well, if that's what you want, let's go!" He started towards Fox, but Slippy, then Peppy pushed between them, dragging them apart. "You know the rules! No fighting on the ship!" Slippy looked angry now too, and gave Falco a shove to get him to stop struggling towards Fox. "If you want to fight, then we do it in the simulation room; not in here!" He looked at Fox. "And not in front of our newest member either." Fox broke off, realizing what he had been doing; he ran a hand over the top of his head, then turned to Krystal, who simply nodded in understanding, then smiled softly. He looked back to Falco. "We need to settle this... again." Falco looked back at him, and sparks seemed to fly. "Ready when you are, commander." \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Down in the lower levels of the Great Fox, one of the large storage rooms had been converted by Slippy into a virtual training area. The large open area had been cleaned up, and had holographic emitters embedded in the walls, floor and ceiling. These projectors were able to produce both stationary images, like flooring, and mobile ones, like birds or mechs. Slippy had originally made it as a sort of prototype training sim that he was planning to submit once all the kinks had been worked out, but since Fox and Falco had tried it out and had gotten into one of their regular competitive battles, it had been used almost exclusively as a room for the two to challenge each other. As he keyed the startup sequence, Slippy sighed, thinking that at least the two had given it quite a workout, and helped him to nearly complete the final adjustments months ahead of schedule. "Ok, you two, you know the rules of conduct in my room; no actual strikes against each other unless it's hand to hand, no shooting your opponent, and whoever scores the highest, wins; no whining about it afterward." Inside the room, Fox adjusted his vest; this one was not his usual one, but one equipped with sensors to detect hits by any virtual attackers. Standing across from him, Falco checked his gear as well. The vest was all that was needed; it had tracking sensors on the shoulders and lower edges that were able to track hits to the arms and legs, hands and feet. Falco looked up, then turned to face Fox, his expression serious and his stance aggressive. Fox squared off towards him as well; the challenges were normally random, so they might end up with a hand to hand fight, or a race through an obstacle course. The random battles kept them both from being able to depend too much on any specific strength, forcing them to adapt, and quickly, as being slow often meant a humiliating defeat. Slippy flipped a few last switches, then said into his headset, "You both ready?" "Let's get this over with." Fox shook himself a bit, watching both Falco and the room for the first hint of motion. "I'm ready; bring it on." Falco tossed his head a bit, his eyes narrowing slightly as he readied himself. Slippy held his hand over the keypad, then said, "Alright... Ready... Set... GO!" He hit the button. Immediately, the room flickered, and both combatants jumped slightly. The roof of the room disappeared, showing a sky filled with soaring, diving drones, and the floor shifted, changing to a cultivated suburban area filled with tall academic buildings; a few stands of carefully tended trees and bushes among them. There were several open plazas, and wide streets, as well as narrow alleys between some of the buildings. Crates, boxes, destroyed transports and other obstacles littered the grounds and streets. All over the field, robotic drones prowled as well; they looked like some sort of riot containment troops, and they looked about suspiciously. Running in fear and hiding in various spaces were the civilians; a race of randomly generated purple lizards, wearing loose robes. They had a scholarly look about them, though at the moment they were running madly to and fro, or cowering in various safe spots. "The challenge is target practice!" A computer voice spoke. Two weapons racks rose from the floor beside both Fox and Falco. Each one held a heavy laser pistol, modified for training use. "The goal is to eliminate the most malfunctioning riot droids, while avoiding shooting innocents. Any hits taken will deduct from your score. Shooting innocents will also count against you. Ready? Begin!" Fox grabbed his gun and in one smooth move turned and fired a shot at a droid, taking out it's head, then sprinted off, firing as he went. Falco had already grabbed his own gun and was rushing in the opposite direction; the room had been designed to give plenty of room for any simulation, using force fields to imitate solid objects like buildings. Falco headed for the high ground, climbing up some overturned cars, then jumping to the top of a low building, laying down steady shots with great accuracy as he went. Several droids dropped, their heads neatly removed, or with holes in their holographic chests. As he was looking down from his vantage point, where he was able to choose his shots, things got out of hand. One of the flying drones dived at him, strafing the rooftop. Since this hadn't happened before, Falco was caught off guard, and though he dived, he took a hit in the leg. As he rolled to his feet, he saw a droid taking aim at him and quickly aimed and fired. The droid moved to the side, and behind it... was one of the civilians. The shot took the innocent target right in the chest, and Falco quickly adjusted, picking off the droid and cursing under his breath. He went quickly in search of new targets, hoping to recover his lost points before it cost him the match. Fox moved with a slow but methodical speed through the field; he had seen that the riot droids were not just dumb targets by how they were reacting to his presence, and was making the most of their reactions, forcing them to do things that left them wide open for his shots. He picked off one after the other, squeezing off shots in quick bursts. When one of the airborne drones dived at him, he dropped to one knee and fired, only diving to one side as it came crashing down right where he had been standing. Looking carefully around as he moved across the field, he saw something near where one of the groups of droids had been standing. He quickly trotted over, touching the holographic weapons box, and another rack rose from the ground. Hanging from it was a repeating laser rifle. With a grin, Fox tucked the heavy laser in his belt and took up the rifle. The next group he ran into was mowed down with ease before they could react, and Fox was able to take out several more fliers before the weapon ran out of energy. The challenge went on for thirty minutes; Slippy had determined that this was just the right length of time to allow the two of them to both exhaust themselves and to relax. "1 minute!" the computer voiced. Falco grunted, shooting another droid. He has received a few hits, but felt his overall score should be higher than Fox's; he looked into his eyepiece and saw that he had scored 380 points. Just then he rounded a corner, and saw Fox there, shooting at something out of sight. He glanced over at him, then called, "Ha! I think you're out of your league Fox! Only 30 seconds left, and I've got 380 points!" Fox didn't answer at first, then turned to fire a shot at him. Falco dived to one side, and the shot nailed a droid who was about to attack Falco from behind. "You need to focus on getting points, not on talking to me, Falco. Besides... last I checked, my score was more like 478." He grinned at Falco tauntingly, then dashed off down a side passage. Falco looked after him, then glared and followed. He knew he was the best, and once again, he was going to have to prove it. Fox was just clearing out a fairly open area, with only a few trees and some overturned transports for cover, when Falco came in behind him, calling out, "Computer! Override code zero seven five nine!" "Simulation paused." the computer voice said. Falco walked in front of Fox, breathing a bit heavily. "This... this doesn't mean anything!" he said, looking angry and a bit wild. "You know I'm better than you! You KNOW it! I don't see why we need to come in here and shoot at holograms to try to get you to admit it." "What the matter, Falco? Did you take one too many hits, or were you just missing a lot? Why'd you stop the simulation? Afraid I was going to win and embarrass you? Again?" Fox teased, actually feeling better and in a much more relaxed mood. Falco called out "Computer special rule nine zero nine nine!" "Challenge mode accepted." the computer said. In the control room, Slippy was at a loss. He worked at the console quickly, but everything had been locked out! How was Falco doing this? A second later, he got his answer. "I've been working with the training program, and developed my own special one. I was going to just wait until it came up randomly; you know as a surprise." He looked at his gun, as the faint blue light of the power gauge brightened a bit; Fox's did the same. "This simulation is a one on one competition. The weapons have been increased in strength to act as stunning blasters, and will paralyze with enough hits." Fox's eyes widened, then he set himself, moving carefully to the right. "If this is how you want it Falco, I'm more than willing to oblige you." "Ready?" Said the computer voice. "Go!" said the computer. At almost the same time, Falco and Fox fired at each other, diving in opposite directions. Fox hit Falco in the off shoulder, and Falco clipped Fox in his leg. Both of them staggered a bit as their limbs went partially numb, but kept moving. Falco fired again, but Fox leaped behind a transport, rising and trying to stomp his foot to get the feeling back. It was no good though; it seemed that whoever took the most hits would simply be unable to move, and lose. Fox looked around, and saw that the field had altered as well; now there was no way out of the clearing. He ducked and hobbled off as quickly as he could, keeping low. Falco was surprised at how badly having his shoulder partially paralyzed was throwing off his shooting. He had been sure that he had Fox dead to rights, but he had missed. Still, he had clipped him in the leg, so it should be easy to just find him and take the victory. He heard the simulated sound of something being knocked over behind him, and dived blindly forward, two laser bolts shooting over his head. He scrabbled to his feet, but took another shot to the same shoulder before he could get to cover. The arm hung limply now, and his side was tingling in a distracting way, but he immediately began a flanking move, planning on trying to get in from the side. Fox cursed his leg as he quickly surveyed the area. He had tripped on some garbage cans, and the simulation had given his position away. Falco had gotten away again, and was creeping around somewhere nearby he was sure; Falco never knew when to back off... As if the thought had summoned him, Falco appeared from behind some trees and charged, firing rapidly and yelling. Fox back pedaled, but was hit three more times, dropping him to the ground. He threw himself into a roll under a transport, rolling completely to the other side, all but his arms now completely numb. He looked around as he rolled out the other side, then hauled himself up into the transport, easing around inside and lying low. There was no place for him to hide though... Falco quickly rose from the ground on the other side of the transport. He had seen Fox climb in in a desperate attempt to escape. He wanted to laugh, but he hadn't won yet. Fox HAD to be mostly paralyzed by now; all he had to do was go around and get him from the door, or through a window. There was no hiding spaces inside, and he was pretty sure that other than that roll, Fox was basically unable to move. Falco knew he still needed to be careful though... Fox was a quick shot, and accurate, even if he wasn't quite as good as Falco was. Falco walked around the side and back of the transport, peering inside, then approached the main side door, quickly looking inside. There was no one there! "What the...?" Falco thought, carefully scanning the inside. He had to be there! There was nowhere else to go! After looking all through the transport, Falco was forced to come to the impossible conclusion that Fox wasn't in the there. Other than the two simulated droid drivers, there wasn't... Even as he had this thought, he was trying to turn, but it was too late. One of the droids was aiming over the back of its chair, the long barrel of a heavy laser in it's hand. Inside the metallic helmet, through the glass visor where the eyes would be, Fox's own piercing gaze stared. Fox pulled the trigger too quickly for Falco to do much more than take the five hits it took to fully paralyze him down his left side. He staggered back, then tumbled out of the transport, unconscious. "Winner! Fox McCloud! Congratulations!" the computer voice said, and Fox just sagged in the seat, letting the laser drop, waiting for Slippy to get in there and take them both to the infirmary. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> When Slippy had finally broken the lock out codes Falco had applied to the system, he rushed down to the main entrance, already having called to the other team members to meet him there. The tone of strain and worry in his voice had brought them all at a run, and when the door had opened, they had found both Fox and Falco lying on the floor, unconscious. Fox had been unable to withstand the effects of the numbing shots once the adrenaline had burned out of his system, and had passed out along with Falco. The others had gathered them up and moved them to the infirmary, where they were treated for the paralysis as well as several low grade burns where the blasts had hit; Falco had miscalculated the power settings on the blasters, and they both had several patches of inflamed skin under fur and feathers. After making sure that all was well, they left the two for the night, Peppy blustering about how he would be sure to give the two a serious dressing down once they were awake, and possibly some other form punishment for Falco; he understood and encouraged competition, but this was beyond anything he had ever seen. Slippy seemed furious as well, angry that his systems had been so thoroughly altered; he had been forced to tear out several delicate circuit boards in order to fully shut down the field. The two were left to rest in the infirmary, monitored by the various systems attached to each bed until midday of the following day. The two of them came slowly out of the daze they were in, and sat up groggily, looking around, then at each other. The worried, relieved and angry faces of their teammates gathered around the beds made them both wince a bit, knowing that things had gotten way out of hand. After a final check to be sure that the two of them were as well as could be expected, Slippy stepped back, and Peppy moved up, his face dark and angry. After nearly twenty minutes of sharp, furious words at their conduct and general foolishness, Peppy assigned both Fox and Falco several weeks of the most low level tasks aboard the Great Fox, and stated darkly that he was seriously considering sending in a report to headquarters about this little stunt. Falco complained some, but even he was a bit taken back by the old hare's level of anger, and quickly fell silent. Fox wanted to say something, but knew that Peppy was basically right; he could have refused or forfeited to Falco, instead of going through with the fight, no matter how much it would have galled him to do so. "Now, I want the two of you to head to your quarters and rest up for the rest of the day. You're going to need your strength for later." With a final, decisive nod of his head, he turned and walked out. Slippy walked up close to the bed Falco was just getting up from, rising up on his toes to get right in his face. "And don't think you're not going to help me rebuild the systems I had to wreck to get you out of there either!" Falco leaned back, looking surprised and nervous at the usually cheerful Slippy's angry tone, then relaxed as he turned and walked out. This left only Falco, Fox and Krystal in the room, the three of them looking back and forth between each other nervously. Krystal finally broke the silence by saying, "I hope this isn't a regular thing for you two; I'm not sure I could take all the stress!" She moved to stand between the two of them, resting a hand on each shoulder. "If I've managed to come between the two of you, then I'm sorry. I can see how close you are, and only want to be a part of the team, not tear it apart." Falco said embarrassedly, "It wasn't your fault.", at the same time that Fox said, "You didn't come between us." The three looked at each other, Fox cutting his eyes over at Falco and Falco starting to say something more then stopping, while Krystal stood with a small smile on her face, watching. A faint smile came to Fox's face at the same time as Falco got a amused look in his eyes. Carefully moving away, Falco stretched, wincing a bit. "I'll see you two around; I think a hot shower and some sleep will do me good." Without another word, he walked out, heading for his room. Fox also started to step away, saying, "I should go too; I think Peppy was just mad enough to do as he threatened and send in that report." As he started to move away, Krystal kept her grip on his shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright? I could... I could check your wounds again." She moved her hand down his arm, rubbing it lightly. Fox looked into her eyes, then said carefully, "I'll still need to go to my room..." Krystal flushed lightly, but moved to get a med-kit from a cabinet. "Lead on then." she said, then followed him to his room. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> The two walked in silence to Fox's room, then entered, both feeling anxious and excited. As Krystal set the med-kit on the bed in the center of the room, Fox hung up his jacket on a hook on the back of the door, then said, "I need to get cleaned up; I'll be right back." He quickly moved to the bathroom in the left wall of the room and shut the door, then looked at himself in the mirror. The tension between him and Krystal had been growing steadily since they had met, and now for the second time he had her in his bedroom. He forced himself to stop thinking of where this could lead, and began washing up. Out in the bedroom, Krystal sat on Fox's bed and wondered what she was doing. She did feel a definite attraction for Fox, but what if what she was thinking of got them both in trouble? She almost laughed at how quickly her mind had leaped to this when she learned that he would be confined to his quarters for the day, and hoped that Fox would be willing to let her stay; the thought made her cheeks burn, and she shook her head, surprised at the feelings Fox seemed to bring out in her. After he had finished washing, Fox came out, wearing only his pants; since most of the hits had been in the torso, he had thought that it would be a good idea to leave it behind. The sight of Krystal lounging back on her elbows in his bed stopped him in his tracks, as the sight of him walking out bare-chested from the bathroom made her sit up quickly. The two eyed each other for a long moment, then Fox walked carefully over to stand in front of her. "I guess... I should look at those wounds now..." Krystal opened the med-kit, then reached up to touch Fox's stomach. "Where are the burns?" Her fingers trembled slightly at the contact. For a moment, Fox couldn't think of what the right words were, feeling her pressing her fingers to his middle. "Uh...I... There should be one right near where your touching; it's one of those that only sting when you brush them." Krystal nodded, blushing, and began to run her fingers through his stomach fur, eventually causing Fox to flinch slightly as she brushed the spot. She carefully applied a cream to her fingers, then rubbed it in, soothing the sting, then set about finding other spots. She worked her hands up over his chest and sides, while Fox stood quietly, his breath coming a bit faster as she stroked over his body with a light touch. She quickly found several more burns, and worked the cream in to soothe them, then felt over his arms, stopping with one hand on each of his wrists. Fox carefully took hold of her hands in his own, then lifted her up, looking into her eyes and smiling, then leaning in to kiss her gently. She responded willingly, kissing him back with a soft sigh. The two wrapped their arms around each other, the burns forgotten as they kissed. Fox lightly stroked the soft blue fur of her back and shoulders, while she did the same to him, gripping at his shoulders and neck. Their breath came faster and more heavily, and Fox eased his tongue out to touch hers, drawing her in closer and feeling her soft curves against his chest. Krystal responded with a soft moan, kissing back eagerly. The two of them lay back onto the bed, Fox leaning over Krystal and kissing her, arms braced to either side of her head, while she clung to him, pressing her mouth to his willingly. After several long moments, she pulled out of the kiss, then said, "Shouldn't I check for any other burns before...?" Blushing, she tugged at his pants lightly. "I don't want you getting distracted by anything..." Fox smiled at her, nuzzling nose to nose with her. "I'll let you check me over if you let me do the same for you." He smiled, feeling her tugging at the catch to his pants, his member beginning to stiffen. "I've been wanting a closer look at you from the day I first saw you." He reached out carefully to stroke a hand down over her body, feeling her smooth curves and firm muscles underneath her clothes. Krystal leaned up to kiss him again, gasping a bit as he began to remove her clothes, and focused on his pants, finally undoing them and pulling them away, letting them slide down to the floor. Fox stepped out of them as she looked at the growing bulge in his shorts, and stroked her fingers over it's length, gripping it lightly. It jumped in her hand as Fox grunted softly, then grew fully erect. Fox growled a bit, pulling her vest off, then gripped her top and pulled it up and over her head, laughing. "I can't take it anymore!" he said playfully, then tossed it onto the corner , lightly resting his hands over her breasts and rubbing them gently to her quiet moans. The two of them began to breath heavier, both working their hands carefully over the other's body. Krystal rubbed and stroked at Fox through his shorts until Fox tugged them down and stepped out of them. She stared at his nakedness with a high blush on her face, and Fox gently took her hand and put it to his shaft, then reached down to stroke his own fingers along her inner thigh, looking into her eyes and smiling gently. Krystal slowly returned to stroking him, growing bolder as she saw his pleased reaction. Fox eased his fingers up and undid her belt, pulling the fastenings of her shorts open and unzipping them, then easing his fingers down and inside, stroking over the soft cloth of her panties. He eased his finger in further, stroking her lips through the sheer cloth, feeling her clit twitch as he did so. Krystal jumped a bit as Fox's fingers found her lower lips, stroking them carefully and spreading them apart, then sliding past her panties to touch her even more directly. She quickly grew wet from his eager fingering, and leaned into him, moaning helplessly into the side of his neck. He probed slowly deeper into her, pushing her shorts off to drop to the floor, feeling her tight opening clutching and gripping at his fingers as he slid them in all the way, then began to stroke her with them, one finger pressing her clit. Krystal shuddered as she clung to Fox, her mound soaking Fox's fingers as he probed deep inside of her. She barely noticed him tossing her wet panties to the floor beside her shorts, still fingering her slowly. She did notice him pulling out of her arms though, and looked down at him in surprise. Fox eased down her body, pausing to suck at her pink nipples where they peeked through her fur, and moving still lower, nosing through her stomach fur, while resting his hands over her breasts again and stroking them sweetly. She spread her legs, pressing her cheek to the sheets, shaking with the feelings running through her as he nosed just above her clit, wanting more. She got more a second later as Fox stroked his tongue over the sensitive nub, pressing into it firmly. Wild shudders passed through her and she shifted her hips towards his face, being rewarded with another lick, and the feel of his lips pressing over her clit to suck at it hungrily. Fox buried his muzzle in Krystal's sweet snatch, lapping and nuzzling, his muzzle quickly growing wet as Krystal, moaning and squirming, pressed herself to his tongue, eager for the hot rushes of pleasure each lick caused. He pressed right back, and was rewarded with a fresh rush of juice as she came suddenly, hips arching up to his face as he lapped as hard and fast as he could into her. After nearly two minutes of spasming and thrusting her hips at him, she sagged exhaustedly underneath him, and he paused, giving her twitching lips a few more licks before licking his muzzle clean and easing up to lean over her face to face again. Krystal looked at Fox with a shyly pleased expression, then ventured to kiss him again, which surprised him a bit. He quickly relaxed into it, though, kissing her back deeply... until she gripped his rock hard shaft with both hands, one holding just behind the head, the other, stroking and rubbing at his tingling balls. She tugged at him, and he climbed up onto the bed, straddling her as she drew him up to where she could see his shaft, standing stiffly in front of her face. She gripped his hip, pulling him a bit closer, then carefully stretched out her tongue to give the throbbing head a lick; Fox grunted deeply, and eased a bit closer, which caused Krystal to grin before focusing on the task at hand. Krystal eased herself down a bit closer to Fox's shaft, then licked at it again, feeling him rest a hand on her head, and another on one breast, stroking both lovingly. She began to lap at him with long slow strokes, running her tongue around the head and down the shaft, while Fox's tail flagged up and down and he groaned in pleasure. Carefully, so as not to hurt the sensitive thing, she drew the tip into her mouth, then sucked at it lightly. Fox responded by thrusting his hips forward, and she pulled away, choking. Gasping with embarrassment, Fox panted, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please don't stop..." He stroked her face and hair, lightly drawing her back to his shaft which was jerking and throbbing heavily. After pausing a bit to be sure he was in control again, she set to licking, then sucking at his shaft again, giving in a bit to his gentle guidance to work her mouth back and forth along the shaft, her tongue flashing out to stroke further along it with each stroke. Fox shuddered and groaned, chin tucked to his chest as Krystal sucked at him, feeling her ease him bit by bit further into her mouth with every stroke of his hips. He could feel his body tensing already, quicker than he was used to, and let out a warning moan as he felt the pressure build higher and higher. He worked his hips a bit faster, but she seemed to have gotten used to that part, and just sucked at him harder, which sent him over the edge. He came hard into her mouth, and felt her reflex, pulling back some from him. Then to his surprise, she pulled him back in again, still sucking carefully at him as he came, swallowing down his come. He stopped trying to hold back, and just relaxed into it, shaking all over. Krystal sucked down the thick flow of cum, feeling Fox's shaft jerking in her mouth, wildly aroused. Her first urge had been to pull away, but she had remembered his attentions of a moment ago, and he had stuck with her until she had finished, so she felt she should do the same. Besides, there was a definite erotic feel to making Fox cum, and she wanted to experience it fully. After several more hard jerks, Fox's shaft stopped pouring out his cum, and she stroked the still quivering shaft with her tongue as he slowly came down. Fox quickly eased himself down to her, smiling hornily at her. "I had no idea you knew how to do that!" He nuzzled, then kissed her. She grinned back, just as aroused, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. "Neither did I! That was the first time for me." Her voice softened, and she added, "This will be a whole night of firsts, I hope..." She was blushing again, but not quite so much as before. Fox smiled at her, then nodded, kissing her again. "I'll try make it as memorable as I can." They both eased more towards the center of the bed, and Fox drew back, stroking his hands over her body, even as she did the same to him, both feeling powerful waves of need flowing through them. Carefully, Fox positioned himself, then pressed the head of his shaft to her lips, slowly easing into her. Krystal whimpered as Fox's shaft opened her and drove in deeply, sliding with sweet slowness into her. She shifted her hips, gripping at Fox's shoulders as he pushed into her, working her hips so she could feel as much of the intense sensations as she could. When Fox had pressed fully into her, he reached down to grip her legs, lifting them up and holding her thighs to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. She gasped at this new position, but quickly settled into it, as he leaned in a bit, lifting her hips, then began the thrust into her slowly, his own moans quickly joining hers. Fox pumped his hips against Krystal's, her tight tunnel squeezing down around his shaft as he did, pulsing rhythmically, a steadily flow of juice lubricating the way in for him. Krystal gripped one of Fox's shoulders, and a handful of sheets, tossing her head back and forth in ecstasy as he picked up the pace, working herself against him to add to their growing pleasure. They worked faster and harder, Krystal crying out and Fox grunting with effort as they pounded away at each other. Fox slowly leaned in closer to Krystal's face, kissing her nose as he got near enough, then her mouth, the two of them locking into a close kiss as he drove down into her, her legs still held close to his chest, feet up over one shoulder. Krystal screamed out into his mouth as she came, much harder than she had before, tail lashing back and forth and eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Fox struggled to hold on... He had wanted this for so long that he was on a hair trigger, and could hardly stop from cumming himself. But he had told her he would make this a memorable night, and he had meant it. He kept up his steady, quick thrusts as Krystal came, gritting his teeth against the urge to cum himself, until she wound down, panting underneath him and laying her head back, fur matted with sweat. He licked her cheek, then kissed her face, slowly letting her uncurl from the position, then laying across her stomach and kissing her chest and throat. Krystal held him close, kissing his face and head where she could until they were face to face again, then kissing his lips, easing her tongue into his mouth to kiss him deeply. When they pulled out of it, Fox said, "Are you ready for round two?" Krystal thought about this, feeling the pleasant warmth flowing through her, then nodded quietly. "What are we going to do now?" she asked softly, the eager look returning to her eyes. Fox carefully pulled her up and around, turning her so that her back was to his chest, wrapping her arms around her. "Just like this..." he said, pressing himself against her. She reached down, lightly stroking his shaft up between her legs, then guiding it to her sex, moaning as Fox pushed forward against her rump, sliding into her again. She raised her tail high, letting it drape over his shoulder as he began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting into her. Fox held her to his chest, working just his hips, and shuddering with the need to cum. He stroked his hands over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples and pinching them gently as he worked into her. Krystal rocked back and forth as well, first with, then counter to Fox's efforts, making their hips hit together solidly. She gasped and shuddered, easing her knees a bit further apart and leaning forward to get more of fox into her with each thrust, and to feel more of their eager thrusts on her throbbing clit. Fox was all for this, and gently shifted one hand to her hip, resting the other against her back and letting her slowly lean forward until her head was resting against the pillows, her hips raised high and thrusting eagerly back against each thrust. He shook his head at the sight laid out before him, and felt his balls throbbing, but still clenched down on his rising orgasm, wanting to bring her off first. He reached around her hip to finger her clit, using his fingers to press it down against his stroking cock. Krystal cried out into the pillows, getting her feet under her and pushing back even harder. Fox climbed to his own feet, lifting Krystal's hips up high and pounding into her from this new position, her crotch now fully exposed to his thrusts. The two of them quickly climbed towards a powerful orgasm, Fox now too far gone to hold back any longer, and Krystal lost in her own world, feeling Fox thrusting with feral intensity into her depths. The two of them quickly reach their peak, cumming together and crying out, Fox hanging over Krystal's upturned rump, body quivering as he pumped his cum deep into her, while Krystal clutched at the pillows, pressing her face into them to muffle her screams. The two of them slowly sagged to the mattress as the last few shudders of orgasmic energy passed from them, both of their bodies weak and drenched in sweat from their efforts. Fox panted softly into Krystal's shoulder, breathing in the clean scent of her body, while Krystal lay, eyes closed, struggling to get her breathing back under control, feeling Fox still inside of her and trembling with reaction. After a few moments, she turned in his arms and into a deep kiss, the two of them holding each other close and moaning a bit from the feelings they still had passing through their bodies. Fox lightly broke the kiss, then winced in mock pain. "Ooohh... I think all this exertion has my burns stinging again... Would you mind coming with me to the bathroom to wash and reapply some more of that cream to them?" Krystal smiled at him laughing softly. "Only if you agree to give me a good back rub after; that first position was murder on my spine... among other things..." They kissed again, smiling at each other, then slid out of bed, walking into the bathroom. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> In the following days, Peppy calmed down enough to take Fox and Falco off of their probation, letting them return to active duty. He put reports on their behavior into both their files, but made them lighter than he told either of them, since they were such long time friends. Fox returned to his tasks with the same focus and skill that had gotten him his position, and Falco with the same flare and style that marked him as Fox's first wingman... though in this case he now had competition, as Krystal was fast emerging as a skilled pilot in her own right, and kept a competitive edge so that neither of her teammates would slack off. By unspoken agreement, nothing more was said about Fox's choosing Krystal over Falco earlier, and he began to switch between the two regularly, heading off any future complaints. Also left unsaid was the now growing relationship between Fox and Krystal; they were both professional enough to keep it separate from their duties, though Falco sometimes joked that the two were starting to smell a bit too alike from all their time together... Several weeks later, the crew of the Great Fox received orders to proceed to their next assignment in the Zenarthan system; a common route of deliveries for a major shipping company. It seemed their transports were being hijacked by some unknown group, leaving behind only wreckage. There would be crewmembers and supplies than needed rescue and salvage on the surface of that system's many planets. "Alright, team; we have our orders. Engage the drives and let's get to work!" Fox said, settling in his command chair on the bridge. Krystal nodded with a smile from her console, maneuvering the Great Fox into launch position. "Yes sir!" Slippy carefully charged up the systems, inputting the coordinates, while Falco took his position at the front of the bridge next to Krystal, readying the ships guns and shields in case they dropped into trouble. With a blaze of light, the portal opened, and the Great Fox passed through, headed for the next adventure. ((This is a story I did in response to a request for something based on Starfox; even now it's being done in comic form by Mariano Garv on Dr. Comet's BBS! ^\_^ I hope you enjoyed reading it, and as always, suggestions and comments are welcome.))

Drachenherz Teil 30 by Surasshu

#2 of Drachenherz Teil 29-58 - Am nächsten morgen begab Surasshu sich wie Vorroth, Bertram alter Lehrer es ihn bat in dessen Zimmer und setzte sich zu ihm.Er schaute den Wolf einen Moment an, als dieser ihm dann langsam Tee eingoss."Nun, Surasshu, wie ist es so ein Clanführer zu sein?", fragte er

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Am nächsten morgen begab Surasshu sich wie Vorroth, Bertram alter Lehrer es ihn bat in dessen Zimmer und setzte sich zu ihm.Er schaute den Wolf einen Moment an, als dieser ihm dann langsam Tee eingoss."Nun, Surasshu, wie ist es so ein Clanführer zu sein?", fragte er ihn.Er trank einen Schluck Tee, stellte die Tasse zurück und atmete dann aus."Es ist, nun es ist ziemlich aufregend. Ich meine, ich habe die Verantwortung für zwanzig Personen, verschiedenster Rassen und Persönlichkeiten.Zudem kommt auch noch, dass ich seit ich das eine mal mit einer Art Stimme die aus dem inneren meines Schwertes mich auch noch körperlich und auch seelisch verändert habe.Doch als mich das eine mal nicht dazu durchringen konnte, eine Echse zu töten zerbrach dieses gewaltige Selbstbewusstsein. Was übrig blieb war dann ein kleiner Drache der nicht mehr wusste was er jetzt tun soll."Vorroth nickte, stellte seine Tasse auf den Tisch und fragte ihn, wie er sich jetzt fühle. Surasshu antwortete das es ihm gut ginge, nur fühle er sich etwas leer, als hätte man ihm etwas wichtiges gestohlen."Hm, scheinbar warst du wirklich für einen gewissen Zeitraum unglaublich stark und selbstbewusst, aber das ist jetzt vorbei. War denn da noch etwas mit deinem Schwert?", meinte er noch. Surasshu überlegte und erzählte von der Begegnung mit dem Drachen in seinem Traum."Da war ein Drache in deinem Traum?","Ja und er meinte das da jemand in diesem Schwert lebt, der schon seit vielen Jahren dort leben muss."Das interessierte Vorroth immer mehr.Er wollte mehr wissen doch Surasshu konnte sich an nicht mehr viel erinnern, außer das er unglaubliche Fähigkeiten hatte als das Schwert mit ihm „sprach". "Bertram meinte, du wärst seit dieser Sache bei dieser Mission nicht mehr ganz du selbst, stimmt das?"Die Frage Vorroths lies Surasshu sich noch einmal an diesen Moment erinnern: wo er der blutenden Echse gegenüber stand, das Schwert in ihren Körper rammen wollte, es aber dann doch nicht tun konnte, weil sein Gewissen eindeutig Nein sagte. Der Wolf nickte und trank noch einen Schluck Tee.Dann machte er Surasshu einen Vorschlag: er solle ein paar Tage hier bleiben um wieder „Fuß" zu fassen, quasi ein Neuanfang seiner selbst.Diesem Vorschlag stimmte Surasshu zu, was Vorrot bereits erwartete und ihn deshalb bat, sich bei Bertram, der im Garten auf ihn wartete gehen.Zu dem sollte er sich etwas „bequemeres" anziehen. "In deinem Zimmer müsste sich ein Kleiderschrank befinden, nimm dir dort einfach einen der Kimonos oder der Karateschläge, ganz wie es dir gefällt."Surasshu schaute das, was er gerade an hatte und konnte förmlich spüren, wie schwer es war.Ein leichter Kimono oder Karatenanzug wäre da vielleicht etwas praktischer.Er ging in sein Zimmer, warf einen Blick in den Kleiderschrank. Er überlegte nicht lange und nahm sich einen beige-grauen Kimono.Dabei stellte er fest, dass das Anziehen dieses Kleidungsstücks sehr viel Zeit benötigte, weshalb er sich nicht wundern würde, wenn Bertram gleich durch die Tür kommen würde und ihn fragt, warum er so lange brauchen würde.Doch als er in den Weg in den Garten dank eines Mädchens fand sah er, wie Bertram seelenruhig unter einem Baum saß. Im Garten gab es unzählige verschiedenen farbige Blumen, ein kleiner Bach plätscherte vor sich hin während sich auch andere Schüler dort befanden entweder um sich mit anderen zu unterhalten oder wie Bertram sich vollkommen zu entspannen.Er ging zu ihm, kniete sich vor ihn und fragte ihn was er da mache."Ich sitze hier nur ein wenig und erinnere mich an die alten Tage.", antwortete er und stand auf. "Wie es aussieht hat Vorroth dich gebeten, etwas hierzu bleiben hab ich Recht?"Surasshu nickte nur und erzählte von seinem Gespräch mit dem Wolf."Nun, dann wollen wir gleich anfangen.", meinte Bertram. Verwundert fragte Surasshu was er damit meinte."Na mit deinem Training.Das ist beste Art und Weise, wieder ins Reine mit sich selbst zu kommen.", antwortete er und nahm Surasshu mit zu den anderen Schülern.Diese warteten bereits darauf, Surasshu als Neuling zu begrüßen. Unter diesen Schülern war auch Ban´vesu, der von Surasshus Teilnahme an ihrem Training wenig begeistert war.Das zeigte er dadurch, dass er Surasshu nicht wie die anderen begrüßte."Also Leute, dass hier ist Surasshu und er wird für ein paar Tage mit uns trainieren.", stellte der Lehrmeister, ein weißer Tiger in einem braunen Kimono Surasshu vor. Surasshu setzte sich neben Bertram, der ebenfalls an dem Training teilnahm.Das Training begann damit, dass alle einen Holzblock bekamen den sie dann mit möglichst wenigen Schlägen zu Fall bringen sollten. Sofort meldete Surasshu sich und fragte ob er anfangen durfte.Der Lehrer schaute ihn an, bemerkte seine Verletzung und fragte ihn, ob er sich da sicher sei."Das bin ich.Das ist doch bloß ein Kratzer.", antwortete Surasshu. Erstaunt über seine Entschlossenheit, auch mit einem verletzten Arm zu kämpfen lies ihm der Lehrer den Vortritt. Surasshu stellte sich dem Block gegenüber, nahm sein Schwert in beiden Hände und versuchte dabei, den Schmerz so gut es ging zu ignorieren."Für einen Hieb muss es reichen.Ich schaff das!", machte er sich im Gedanken Mut, holte aus und schlug zu.Der Schlag verlief von oben recht diagonal.Zuerst tat sich nichts, doch dann fiel der Block in zwei Teile. Erstaunt darüber, dass Surasshu es trotz seiner Verletzung schaffte klopfte ihm der Lehrer auf die Schulter."Das war hervorragend, Surasshu. Ich bin beeindruckt!", lobte er ihn.Auch die anderen in der klasse waren von dieser Vorstellung beeindruckt, außer natürlich Ban´vesu. Er saß da, schaute Surasshu an und dachte nur:"Anfängerglück." Surasshu setzte sich wieder auf seinen Platz.Der Lehrer räumte die beiden Holzstücke weg und verkündete den heutigen Lehrplan:"Heute machen wir wieder unseren Marsch zum Wasserfall!"Alle in der Klasse machten nur ein jammerndes Geräusch, als sie diesen Vorschlag hörten."Schon wieder?Das ist langweilig!Ban wird doch eh wieder als erster da sein!", jammerte ein rot-braunes Fuchsmädchen. "Kein Wunder, er ist ja auch in den Wäldern augewachsen.", stimmte ein Wolfsjunge ihr zu."Nur weil ich in den Wäldern aufgewachsen bin muss das nicht heißen das ich mich gut in ihnen auskenne.Wenn ihr einen etwas besseren Orientierungssinn hättet könntet ihr euch auch dort zurechtfinden.", erwiderte Ban´vesu, stand auf und ging bereits vor.Der Lehrer seufzte nur und sagte den anderen, sie sollen sich auch auf den Weg machen."Ich komme dann später nach.", rief er ihnen noch hinterher. Das Dojo verlassen schlugen alle Schüler verschiedene Richtungen ein, woraufhin sie Sekunden später im dichten Wald verschwanden."Keine Sorge, du wirst dich schon nicht verlaufen.Und wenn was ist, schrei einfach.", beruhigte Bertram Surasshu, bevor er dann auch im Wald verschwand.Allein stand Surasshu da, schaute zu dem Wasserfall, der geschätzt drei Kilometer von ihm weg war und dachte sich nur:"Wenn ich an mich glaube dann schaff ich das schon!" Also machte auch er sich auf den Weg und war auch schon im Wald.dort blieb erst einmal stehen und lies sich von der Szenerie förmlich „berühren": das durch das Laub einfallende Sonnenlicht, der sanfte Nebel, das zwitschern der Vögel in den nur so verschiedensten Melodien und der Geruch von frischer Erde machte sich in seiner Nase breit.Was ihn jedoch störte waren die Schuhe. "Wenn ich schon einmal hier bin dann kann ich die Gegend gleich mit allen Sinnen genießen.", dachte er sich, zog seine Schuhe aus und ging weiter.Dabei war es ihm egal, als erster bei diesem Wasserfall zu sein, viel mehr kümmerte er sich darum, vollkommen abzuschalten und mal an nichts zu denken.Irgendwann fing er jedoch an, über seinen Clan nachzudenken, über die vielen Mitglieder, über Alice, Shadow, Hiita, Aussa, Nari, Rieder, Shiba, vor allem über die beiden Neulinge Sylvia und Khad. Sie alle waren seine Freunde geworden, sie alle sind ein Teil seines Clans, sie alle sind zu einem Teil seines Lebens geworden.Und als er so barfuß über den Erdboden ging erinnerte er sich an das, was er zu Luso sagte, als er von dem Drachenherz hörte. Er sagte:"Ich werde mir ein Drachenherz holen darauf kannst du wetten!"Diese Worte hallten in seinem Gedächtnis wieder und brachten ihn zu lächeln.Dazu kam noch, dass er sich seit seiner Abreise von Zuhause vor gut einem halben Jahr deutlich weiterentwickelt hatte; er lernte viele verschiedene Leute kenne, bereiste einige beeindruckende Orte und Städte und ist sogar in einer dieser Städte Zuhause. Als er an dann am Ufer eines Flusses stand ging er hinein und bemerkte dabei die starke Strömung.Gerade so schaffte er aus dem Wasser und überlegte dann wie er rüberkommen könnte.Dann kam er auf die Idee.Er konzentrierte sich auf etwas kaltes; das Gebirge nördlich von Ilé. Er zog sein Schwert und schlug ins Wasser.Die Spitze traf das Wasser und fror einen Teil des Flusses, der dann zu einer eisigen Brücke wurde ein.Danach machte er eine Siegerpose, steckte sein Schwert weg und rannte über die eben geschaffene Brücke. Auf der anderen Seite angekommen fragte er sich, was Raio wohl gesagt hätte wenn er das gesehen hätte."Wahrscheinlich so was wie: gute Arbeit, kleiner oder du hast echt was drauf, Surasshu.", dichtete er sich im Gedanken zusammen und ging weiter.Danach löste sich das Eis wieder auf und er ging weiter in Richtung Wasserfall.Und während er weiterging wurde aus dem Wasser aus von einem Tiger beobachtet. Währenddessen erreichten die ersten Schüler den Wasserfall, auch Bertram der sich wie die anderen wunderte, warum Ban´vesu noch nicht da war."Kann´s kaum glauben, wir sind vor Ban hier.", meinte ein Mädchen kichernd. Bertram jedoch hatte ein merkwürdige Gefühl was Ban´vesu anging.Er wollte nicht glauben, dass er sich verlaufen hatte und rannte noch einmal zurück in den Wald. Surasshu wanderte durch den Wald und fand dann einen alten Holzstamm.Vor diesem blieb er stehen, fasste an sein Schwert und dachte sich, dass ein wenig Training bestimmt nicht schaden würde."Zum Wasserfall kann ich auch später.", dachte er sich, zog sein Schwert und begann, von verschiedenen Seiten auf den Stamm einzuschlagen.Mit jedem Schlag fühlte sich sein Schwert leichter an, die Hiebe wurden immer stärker, präziser bis er den Stamm in zwei Teile schlug. Die Holzsplitter flogen an seinem Gesicht vorbei und er konnte förmlich spüren, wie die Stärke durch seinen Körper jagte.Er steckte sein Schwert und ballte dann die Fäuste.Sie waren warm, das Blut rauscht durch sie hindurch."Fühlt sich gut an.", sagte er sich und schaute auf das, was er gerade getan hatte.Der Stamm, vorher eins, jetzt zwei Teile lösten bei ihm eine gewisse Befriedigung aus. Dann ging er weiter, während ein Tiger hinter einem Baum hervorkam und ihn beobachtete."Ihr seid doch alle gleich.", sagte er nur, sprang einen Baum hinauf und folgte über durch die Baumkronen. So schnell er konnte rannte Bertram durch den Wald in der Hoffnung, Surasshu zu finden."Irgendwo muss er doch sein, verdammt.", fluchte er hastig und rannte weiter. Ein Ast knackte hinter Surasshu, er blieb stehen.Im selben Moment flog eine Wasserkugel auf ihn zu.Blitzschnell drehte er sich um, zog sein Schwert und teilte die Kugel."Wer ist da?!?", fragte er laut als Ban´vesu von oben herab kam."Scheinbar hast du doch ein paar gute Reflexe, Drache.", meinte er während er sanfte landete."Ban, was soll das?", fragte er ihn. "Was das soll?Nun ich hab dir doch gesagt, dass wir unseren Kampf noch zu Ende bringen werden.Und ich dachte mir: jetzt wäre der Ideale Zeitpunkt dafür.", antwortete er und ging in Kampfhaltung.Ohne das er ihn noch zum Aufhalten überreden konnte griff der Tiger Surasshu an.Ihre Klingen trafen aufeinander, Ban´vesu drückte stärker als Surasshu zu, wodurch er etwas tiefer sank. Kurz bevor sein Schwert zu tief ging sprang er weg und lehnte einen Kampf wie diesen ab."Du bist ein Clanführer, also musst du immer mit einem Kampf rechnen!", meinte er jedoch nur und griff ihn erneut an.Erst von links, dann von rechts schlug er zu.Das Geräusch als ihre Klingen aufeinander trafen war laut und hallte im Wald wieder.Nicht im Stande zurück zu schlagen musste Surasshu eine Abwehrhaltung einnehmen, die Ban jedoch nicht lange aufhielt, da er seine nächsten Angriffe den zögernden Bewegungen Surasshus anpasste. Zudem war sein Arm von seinem letzten Kampf mit ihm noch nicht wieder ganz in Ordnung, er konnte das Schwert gerade mal halten, es aber zum kämpfen gegen ein sich bewegendes Ziel zu verwenden schien ihm da unmöglich.Zudem spürte er den Schmerz mit jedem mal wenn ihre Klingen gegeneinander schlugen, weshalb er versuchte, ihm auszuweichen."Versuch nicht mir auszuweichen, Drache!", schrie Ban´vesu und folgte seinen Ausweich-Bewegungen fast genau. Surassu zitterte vor Angst, konnte ihm jedoch noch gut ausweichen, bis er ihn am Bein verwundete.Er brach leicht zusammen, keuchte und musste sich auf seinem Schwert abstützen."Na, haben wir etwa ein kleines Wehwehchen?", fragte Ban ihn hämisch."Ihr Drachen seid doch alle gleich: gegen schwache seid ihr stark aber wenn dann jemand kommt der stärker ist als ihr seit ihr wie ein kleines Kind."Surasshu richtete sich wieder auf und fragte ihn, was er gegen Drachen hat."Oh, ich hab nichts gegen sie, ich hasse sie!Sie sind der Grund warum ich Waise bin!", schrie er. Surasshu hielt sein Schwert in der rechten Hand, hielt es in einer Schutzhaltung vor sich und fragte Ban´vesu dann, warum die Drachen ihn zu einem Waisen machten."Das hat dich nicht zu interessieren!", schrie er und griff ihn wieder an.Lange konnte er ihn nicht abwehren, da sein linker Arm zu sehr schmerzte, als er das er mit ihm das Schwert halten könnte. So konnte Ban ihm sein Schwert aus der Hand schlagen und Surasshu wehrlos machen."Hab ich dich.", freute er sich, wollte gerade zuschlagen, als sein Katana sich mit eines anderen direkt vor Surasshu kreuzte."Katzenschritt.", flüsterte die Person, die sich als Bertram entpuppte.Überrascht schauten die beiden ihn an.Im selben Moment entwaffnete er Ban´vesu und verpasste ihm eine Ohrfeige.Diese war so fest, dass er für einen Moment lang mit dem Kopf nach links dastand. "Du bist eine Schande für alle Schüler dieses Dojos!", sagte er zu ihm und steckte sein Katana weg.In diesem Moment verängstigte Bertrams Blick Surasshu; so hatte er ihn noch nie gesehen: voller Wut und Enttäuschung. Danach packte er ihn am Arm und ging mit ihm zurück zum Dojo. Auch Surasshu ging mit ihnen mit.Später am Abend saßen dann alle Schüler, Lehrer, Surasshu, Bertram, Ban´vesu und Vorroth in der Haupthalle versammelt.Die Lehrer und Vorroth saßen vor ihm, die Schüler hinter ihm."Ban´vesu, ich verbanne dich aus diesem Dojo.", sagte Vorroth nach einer langen Verhandlung. Still stand er auf, verneigte sich vor den Lehrern und ging.Doch als er an Surasshu vorbeiging schaute er diesen nur an und meinte:"Das nächste mal wenn wir uns treffen werde ich dich töten."Surasshu schaute ihn mutig an und antwortete:"Ich werde bereit sein."Danach verlies er den Saal, wenig später dann das Dojo. Später dann saß Surasshu unter dem Baum, unter dem Bertram saß und dachte über das, was passiert war nach.Sein Arm und sein Bein waren verbunden worden, doch der Schmerz ging noch immer von ihnen aus. "Warum hat er mich angegriffen, ich kannte ihn doch kaum.Und warum wollte er mich töten.Ich versteh das nicht.", murmelte er leise vor sich hin als Vorroth vor ihm stand.Der Wolf schaute zu ihm herunter und fragte, ob er sich dazusetzen dürfte.Er nickte. Vorroth setzte sich zu ihm und entschuldigte sich Ban´vesu."Er war schon immer etwas rauer zu Drachen. Aber das er so überreagiert hätte ich nie erwartet.Tut mir leid.""Ich versteh nicht, warum ich ihn nicht überreden konnte, mich nicht anzugreifen.Ich weis, dass wenn ich diese andere Kraft noch in mir hätte das ich es dann geschafft hätte.", meinte Surasshu traurig.Dann lief ihm eine Träne das Gesicht hinunter."Ich bin schwach."Ermutigend legte Vorroth seine Hand auf seine Schulter. "Du bist nicht schwach, Surasshu. Du bist halt nur etwas, jung und brauchst daher noch etwas Training. Überleg doch mal, wer hat dir sieht du deinen Clan gegründet hast am meisten geholfen wenn du dir deiner Sache nicht sicher warst?" Sein Kopf hebte sich und er antwortete, das Luso ihn seit er ihn damals in diesem Waggon zu Beginn seiner Reise traf immer geholfen hatte, auch wenn er am Anfang skeptisch im Bezug auf Surasshus Ideen war."Er ist und wird auch immer dein Freund sein.Dieses Schwert oder was auch immer du da bei dir hast hat dir zwar Selbstbewusstsein, Stärker und Kräfte gegeben, aber das warst dann nicht mehr du.Was du ab diesem Moment warst war nicht der Surasshu, der den Clan Drachenherz gegründet hatte. In den vergangen Monaten führtest du das Leben eines Fremden, der dann wieder verschwunden war und dich mit allen Aufgaben und Pflichten allein lies.Dein Freund Luso hat dir zwar wieder etwas auf die Beine geholfen, doch ich glaube, dass das nicht geholfen hat.Und ich glaube, dass der Aufenthalt hier nicht wirklich das richtige ist.Du solltest lieber zu dir nach Hause, in den Norden fahren um wieder ganz der alte zu werden.", meinte Vorroth. Am nächsten morgen machte Surasshu sich auf den Weg nach Ilé."Sag den anderen nicht, dass ich in Ilé bin , Ok?Ich möchte dort etwas Zeit mit meinen Eltern verbringen und das möglichst allein.Außerdem möchte ich auch etwas mit meinem Vater trainieren um nicht einzurosten.", erklärte er Bertram und verabschiedete sich dann von ihm."In einer oder zwei Wochen bin ich wieder daheim." Zwei Tage später kam Surasshu wieder in seiner Heimat Ilé an, wohnte wieder bei seinen Eltern und lies es sich dort knapp zwei Wochen gut gehen.Weit weg von all den Aufgaben im Clan konnte er sich entspannen, mit seinem Vater etwas trainieren und arbeiten, sich in der eisigen Gegend um Ilé etwas umschauen, in seinem Zimmer sitzen und aus dem Fenster starren während die Lichter am Abend an gingen. In diesen ganzen zwei Wochen fasste er sein Schwert kaum an, es lag eigentlich nur in der Ecke und staubte ein. Surasshu nahm es nur, wenn er damit trainieren wollte.Am Ende machte er sich dann wieder auf den Weg und spürte, dass er sich irgendwie etwas leichter fühlte; nicht in körperlicher Hinsicht, sondern seelisch.Als er dann am Bahnhof den Zug so anschaute schaute er zu den Frachtwaggons, sah das der hinterste noch offen war und rannte zu diesem.Er kletterte hinein, breitete seine Decke aus, legte sich auf sie und wartete darauf, dass der Zug losfuhr. Als er dann losfuhr schlief er auch gleich danach ein und erinnerte sich an seine erste Begegnung mit Luso und fragte sich, ob es Schicksal war das sie sich trafen.Lächelnd schlief er weiter und erinnerte sich an sein gesamtes bisheriges Abenteuer. In CoralPort angekommen begrüßten ihn alle herzlichst und fragte ihn, was als nächstes ansteht."Wie, ihr habt nichts gemacht in diesen zwei Wochen?", fragte er verwundert."Naja, wie haben ein paar Aufträge erledigt, sonst nichts.", antwortete Raio."Wir haben dir ein paar gute Aufträge aufgehoben. Wynn und Rockwell würden die gerne mit dir erledigen.", meinte Shadow zu ihm und zeigte sie ihm. Surasshu lächelte. "Danke, Leute.", sagte er nur leise.Dann weinte er langsam, was alle nicht verstehen konnten."Hey, warum weinst du denn?", fragte Hiita aufgeregt."Hat Natsu dich etwa gepiesackt?""Hey, er ist erst seit fünf Minuten wieder hier!Wie soll ich ihn da piesacken?", verteidigte Natsu sich laut, woraufhin alle lachen mussten."Ach es ist einfach nur das ich froh bin, mit euch in einem Clan zu sein.", meinte er schluchzend und rieb sich die Tränen aus dem Gesicht. „Clan Drachenherz, du bist jetzt mein neues Zuhause.", dachte er sich als er zusammen mit den anderen feierte, zu Abend aß und sich dann ins Bett lag um dann wieder von neuen Abenteuern, die er und sein Clan wohl bald haben werden zu träumen. Fortsetzung folgt.....

Kerr Chapter 13: Homecoming, part II... by Anthony_Lion

#13 of The tribulations of Kerr the White - When Kerr wakes alone in the large bed the next morning he at first stares at the light flooding in through the small windows at the top of the wall without remembering where he is, then the events of the evening before comes back to him. Fearing whatever

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When Kerr wakes alone in the large bed the next morning he at first stares at the light flooding in through the small windows at the top of the wall without remembering where he is, then the events of the evening before comes back to him. Fearing whatever trouble Miera is causing at the moment he gets out of bed and quickly puts on his clothes before dashing out of the room. In the common room the only one he can find is Rhi; his younger brother. "Where's Miera," Kerr asks. "Outside somewhere," his brother replies. "I remembered you as an early riser, and it's almost mid-day already. What happened?" "We didn't fall asleep immediately," Kerr replies, grinning. "If a female ever gets desperate enough, you may find out the rest." Grabbing a bread and a carrot from the table he hurries outside. The first thing he notices is all the locals standing or 'casually' walking past on the road, the next is a low purring noise from behind and to one side. Dreading what he will see he still turns around to find Miera, smiling contentedly, reclined agaist the sloping earth-wall of the house and with the little female child curled up in her lap. Sighing, happy that for once she isn't causing him any trouble, Kerr slumps down beside her and starts chewing on his breakfast. "Why are everyone looking at me so strangely?" Miera suddenly whispers. "Haven't they seen a female before?" "I think they're trying to build up the courage to take the child away from you before she ends up as your dinner," Kerr replies in a hushed voice, low enough not to wake the child, but still loud enough for some of the nearer rabbits to overhear. "Well, she is cute enough to eat," Miera whispers, grinning mischievously, "but she's only a mouthful. All the plump, juicy rabbits walking past, on the other paw..." "Just look, don't touch," he admonishes. "Spoilsport!" she exclaims. Then, in a more somber voice she asks, "I wanted to use the outhouse last night, but..." "The door to the common room was barred?" he asks. "You knew?" "I suspected it," he admits. "Except for the guestroom, there's only storerooms along that corridor, and I noticed someone had placed chamberpots under the bed." "Your mother?" "Yes. It's better than the alternative, though." "And that would be?" "You saw all the males gathered in the commons last night. If my mother thought you were lying last night, well..." --- Afternoon. Miera is out in the forrest, supposedly to find herself dinner, but really to avoid eating the meat in her pack in front of the rabbits. As she often does when hunting, she has discarded her clothes and is only wearing a loincloth, not just because of the feeling of freedom or the warmth of the sun on her smooth, black fur, but also to avoid getting blood on her clothes. She has been successful in catching a small creature and is happily tearing into the still warm flesh when she is suddenly aware of being observed by someone or something. Pretending nothing is amiss she begins to slowly circle the site where she thinks the observer is hidden, always making certain never to look directly towards the spot or making an even circle, but crossing back and forth, now nearer, then further away, but slowly and surely building an image of where the observer is hidden and the best way to approach. Having decided upon a plan she wastes no time to execute it, and starts by pretending to hear something a distance away and cutting towards it, breaking into a light trot at the same time. As she passes the point on her course that is closest to the unknown figure she suddenly kicks out, her toe-claws digging into the hard-packed dirt, changeing her direction and acellerating her towards her target. With her paws held out in front she pounces through the brush and lands on top of a suddenly very frightened female rabbit. "Why are you spying on me?" Miera growls. "P-please d-don't eat me!" the rabbit stutters. Looking the rabbit over and noticing her honey-coloured fur, age, *no older than Kerr was,* where her paws are resting and the total lack of anything that could be used as a weapon, she sighs and gets off the rabbit. "I'm not going to hurt you but I want a good explanation." "I just wanted to see you," the rabbit mumbles uncertainly, as she sit up and begins to brush off her clothes. "I wondered why Kerr likes you so much." Looking down, she begins, "I..." then realises where she is staring and quickly averts her eyes. "What?" Miera snaps, "is there something wrong with my breasts?" "I..." the rabbit again begins. "Just teasing you," Miera interrupts, grinning widely. Getting to her feet and pulling the rabbit up, she orders, "Now, tell me exactly why you were so interested. And you can call me Miera." "I'm Lemana," the honey-coloured female responds. "Kerr was always nice to the younger kids; playing with us, telling us stories he made up, sneaking us cookies, being an older brother for everyone. I dreamed about having him, or someone like him, as mate when I grew up. Then he disappeared. When you brought him back, I couldn't decide whether to hate you for taking him away, or liking you for bringing him back." "You know that when I leave I'll be taking him with me?" the panther asks, slipping an arm around the rabbit and giving her shoulder a light squeeze. "I know," the rabbit replies, sighing, "but at least I know that he's still alive." Sighing again, she adds, "Knowing that he's grown into an adult, so strong, confident and kind, though, doesn't make it easier." "You forgot cute," the panther scolds, "he's still just as cute as the day I stole him away." Then, reaching the small glade where she left her clothes she sits down on her cape and pulls the rabbit down in her lap. "What are you doing?" the rabbit asks apprehensively. "You rabbits are just so cuddly that I couldn't resist," the panther replies. "Tell me, how old are you?" "I came of age this spring," the rabbit replies. "Really?" the panther comments, grinning to herself. Then, placing a paw on the rabbit's belly and rubbing slowly, she adds, "You've probably found a nice male already, then?" "No," the rabbit replies, sighing. "But surely, there must have been one that could make your body go tingly when he stroked your tail?" Miera asks, slipping her left paw down to gently stroke the enticing little button-tail. "No," the rabbit replies, a little uneasy. "You haven't? You've been saving yourself for Kerr?" Grinning even more as she notices the way the rabbit looks down in embarrasment, she continues, "And you've been waiting for him to come back, to hold you closely, caress your tail and stroke your ears." As she speaks she grabs the rabbit's right ear between two fingers and slowly slides them all the way from the root to the tip, making the young rabbbit shiver in pleasure. "Maybe even lick them," she adds, reaching out with her rough tongue to lick at the rabbit's left ear. "Please," the rabbit squeals, pulling at the slim, black-furred arm around her waist. "I'm not going to hurt you," the panther whispers into her left ear before licking it again. Then, rubbing the rabbit's belly again, she whispers, "You would want Kerr to do this, wouldn't you?" The rabbit hesitates, then nods slowly. Moving her right paw up to gently grasp a small, round breast through the front of the rabbit's linen dress, she whispers, "And you want his paws to caress your breasts, stroking them and teasing the nipples, right?" "Y-yes..." the rabbit replies. "Please don't be mad at me." "Why would I be mad at you?" the panther asks quietly. "I get to experience what you dream about." Then she licks the rabbit's right ear a couple of times, sending shivers through her slim body before moving her right paw down and under the hem of the dress and letting it slide slowly up the rabbit's leg. When the paw reaches the quivering rabbit's belly, she whispers, "You would like it to be Kerr's paw that did that wouldn't you?" Getting a cautious nod from the rabbit she moves her paw upwards under the cloth, to catch a breast and gently squeeze it. "You would really like Kerr to do that, wouldn't you? And you want him to be your first, don't you?" "Yes!" the rabbit exclaims, sobbing. "Please let me go. I won't try to touch him." "You misunderstand," the panther whispers, soothingly. "I would have wanted someone like him to be my first, too." Then, squeezing the rabbit's breast again she whispers, "I'm the one that's jealous. You see, you can do something I can never do, carry the child of the male I love. Silly, isn't it? Being jealous of you being born with long ears and a button for tail." Then she leans back, pulling the rabbit along until she's laying flat on her back and with the rabbit's head resting between her breasts. Stroking the long ears sensuously she whispers, "I always get so excited when I go hunting. If you're nice to me I'll give you a very nice reward." "W-what?" "My breasts!" the panther pants, "lick them, suck on the nipples, bite them!" then she grasps the rabbit's head firmly with both paws and pushes her hard against her left breast. "Lick!" Feeling the strength in the paws that are holding her the young female can only comply and begins licking, slowly at first, then as the older female starts purring and she gets a sense of control, she increases the pace, licking, sucking and even once or tvice, lets her large front-teeth drag over the nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through the panther. The panther is panting hard when she a few minutes later pulls aside her loincloth with her left paw at the same time as she pushes the rabbit down with her right. "Lick! Suck! Bite!" she moans. "B... but..." the rabbit stutters hesitantly. "Do it!" the panther orders, grabbing the rabbit's head between her paws and rubbing her muzzle against her dripping wet slit. Reflexively, the rabbit's tongue darts out and licks her nose clean. *Yuck!* The panther's paws pushes her muzzle in again, and this time she can't help but get a mouthful of sticky juices. Gagging and sputtering she uses the only option available for her; swallowing the juices. *Crack!* The sound of a twig breaking makes her tense up, and the sensation of paws touching her butt makes her gasp and squirm. Holding the rabbit firmly, Miera commands, "Hold still, it's only Kerr, come to give you your reward." *Kerr?! Oh no! He mustn't see me like this!* She frantically tries to pull loose from the panther's grasp until the paws on her butt begins to stroke her tail, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and making her sigh. "Who's your new friend?" she hears him ask. "Her name is Lemana," the panther states. "She wants you to be her first, and I'm in a good mood today." "Lemana?" he mumbles, still stroking her tail, "I remember her. Very quiet, not the one I'd expect to find with her head buried between your legs." Then, grabbing the hem of the rabbit's dress and slowly lifting it. "She's grown into a beautiful adult, though." Stroking her now bare butt, he adds, grinning softly, "At least the parts I can see are beautiful." *He... he thinks I'm beautiful?* A few moments later the meaning of his last remark sinks in. *He likes my butt!?* Squealing indignantly she makes another attempt to break free from the panther's grasp. "What?" the panther asks, easing up on her grasp and letting the rabbit lift her head enough to stare into her twinkling eyes, "don't you want Kerr to open you and fill you with his seed? To make you a real adult?" Suddenly the paws on her behind disappears, there's a rustle in the soft grass beside her. "If you don't want me to," Kerr whispers in her ear, "I won't touch you." "You... you won't?" she stutters, turning her head to look into his bright blue eyes. "He's a bit boring that way," Miera whispers, grinning mischievously, "he doesn't want to take advantage of, or hurt anyone. If you want him to open you up, you'll have to ask him to do it." Sighing, she starts scritching the young rabbit's head. "We'll be leaving soon. Who knows if you'll ever get another opportunity." *B-but... This is so... different from how I dreamed it would happen...* "Please," she whispers, nervously, "be gentle." "Of course, sweetie," the panther purrs, then grabs the rabbit's arms and pulls her higher, until her golden-furred head rests on the panther's soft, black breasts. Kerr, taking it as his signal to go ahead, grabs the rabbit's dress and pulls it down, then unbuttons the flap above her tail, freeing it, before lifting the cloth all the way up to her waist. Shivering with nervousness, the young female tries to twist her body to see what is happening, but strong, black paws holds her head firmly in place. "Relax and enjoy," Miera whispers. "If at any time you want me to stop," Kerr whispers, stroking her back, "just say so." She is about to utter something when his right paw begins playing with her tail and his left slips down to catch and gently squeeze her left breast, making her gasp. "Good, eh?" the panther whispers. "W-wait," the honey-colured female gasps, "please." "Something wrong?" Kerr asks. "I-I can't..." "What?" the panther asks, lifting the rabbit's head with her paws and looking her directly in the eyes. "I..." she begins. "Not the way you imagined it would happen?" Kerr asks. Pulling her dress back down, he adds, "it never is." "I'm sorry, sweetie," Miera whispers, stroking the honey-coloured rabbit's ears a last time, then releasing her, "I sometimes forgets that not everyone want sex when I want it, or even to have sex with me." "I... I..." Lemana mumbles, looking down. Standing up, Kerr pulls the rabbit female to her feet, gives her a hug and strokes her cheek with a finger. "Everyone can lose their nerve sometimes," he whispers, "that's nothing to be ashamed of." "Listen to what the cuddle-bunny says," Miera states, "he's the sensible one." A paw lands on the rabbit's slender shoulder and the panteress purrs into her ear, "We'll be leaving tomorrow morning, but if you change your mind..." "Miera!" the male exclaims, "can't you think of anything else?" "No," she purrs, "too many cute rabbits around." There's a rustle as she puts on her tunic, then she adds in a more sombre voice, "Seriously, Lemana, I like you and hope we can be friends." "Me too," Kerr adds. "I wish we could invite you to visit our home some day," Miera states, "but I think some of our neighbours might not want you to leave." "Who?" Kerr asks, "The wolves or the foxes?"

Stitching Strangers by Exilo

_Stitching Strangers_ With only a knapsack to store his sleeping mat and a change of clothes, Exilo had set out on an adventure one day, when he grew bored with his present lot in life. Well, he enjoyed his lot actually, living with his sister in a quiet place, but sometimes he just wanted to walk

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*Stitching Strangers* With only a knapsack to store his sleeping mat and a change of clothes, Exilo had set out on an adventure one day, when he grew bored with his present lot in life. Well, he enjoyed his lot actually, living with his sister in a quiet place, but sometimes he just wanted to walk and walk and never look back. So he did. Tall, but not too tall. Slim, but with a bit of a belly. All and all, he was somewhat average to the eye. Most of his fur was brown, red when in the right light but now on this overcast day, most definitely brown. The brown fur yielded to black at all four of his paws, just above the elbow or knee, his muzzle, and the ears. Still, he was average, save the scars on his face. Technically, one scar starting on the right side, and then spread in to two on the left half of his muzzle. He liked the scars. They made him interesting. "And it will get there by two nights, right?" Exilo asked, giving the letter to the messenger hawk. "Yes sir!" the hawk replied, moving a wing over his eye in a salute. "I will be there ASAP. Come wind nor rain nor snow nor shine, nothing will stop me from delivering this letter. Come hell or high water, I will get this letter to its destination as soon as possible. That's what ASAP means. It means-" "Now, please," Exilo said. "Yes sir!" The bird flapped his wings, kicking up a gust from the sandy streets. Exilo growled, annoyed, and covered his eyes to block out the dusty assault. Stupid birds. He had no real destination. Maybe he would go back to his homeland, meet other wolves, maybe some of his father's family; go back to where ever the hell his mother was from and see if she had any kin there. This city was just a place to rest since he was sick of camping and wanted a nice bed if just for one night. And after that bird, he wanted a bath. A nice warm bath instead of washing in the river, but business was first: he had promised to write to his sister every chance he got. And now with the letter in the air, he set off to restock on supplies. First stop: the tailor. "Is this the biggest size you have?" he asked. "Anything that might fit me?" This land was cold and Exilo wanted a jacket, especially if he backtracked to the East and headed up North, he would definitely need something to keep him nice and toasty. "Well," the she-wolf mused, scratching her chin and mentally taking in the male's measurements. The wolf was quite short, even for a female, but a nice size, so she clearly wasn't sickly. She had white fur and a black ring around her right eye, not quite touching her eye, but circling around it. Her right ear had three piercings, three silver rings that were aligned on the edge. Clothing was a black shirt with a small red ‘X' in the middle of the chest, and her belly was uncovered so he had to smile and lick his lips. Sad to say, she had pants on: black shorts that went down to her knees and a silver chain for a belt. It was when she wagged her tail that he saw the silver tail ring, squeezing the bulky fur a bit before the tip. "No." Exilo sighed. "But I could make you something up if you like, sir." The male wolf reached into his vest pockets and fished out the few coins he still had to his name. "How much would it cost?" The tailor nosed at the coins in his palm and shook her head. "More than that." And he hadn't even bought his rations yet. "Well, thanks anyway." Exilo turned to leave. "Hey, big guy," the tailor called. "Would you be interested in a job?" "No, thank you. There is no way I could do this work." "I wouldn't expect you to do the tailoring. I just find myself in need of a second pair of paws." She cocked her head to the side, taking in his measurements again. "I'm understaffed. I could use some aid. I can give you room and board and make up your clothes as payment. Even if you don't want a jacket, the things you have on look as if they are coming apart at the stitches." Exilo looked down. His clothes were tattered. Scrapes and scratches on his pants and his shirt from a variety of fights he had been in littered his apparel. Some highwayman thought him easy prey or sometimes a street fighter for whatever money spectators would throw. Why was he still wearing his knuckle duster? He pulled it off his hand and dropped it back in his vest's pocket. The vest may have been old, tattered, and cut, but he would never ever part with it. "It's a good deal, big man. And I could really use the help." It was a good deal, and Exilo needed to conserve his remaining funds. He needed clothes and someplace to sleep. "Is this going to end with me chopped into pieces and buried in your basement?" "No." "Alright, I'll take it." "Wonderful!" the she wolf squealed. She took Exilo's paw and began dragging him along towards the back of the shop. Exilo kept having to duck under every door way or low hanging lantern. Yes, his size was definitely a problem now. The she-wolf seemed to pay no heed to his difficulties, and scurried along. "I'm Exilo," he added, realizing he hadn't introduced himself formally. "Pae," the she-wolf responded. "Pae? That's an odd name." "Yeah, cause we just got a million Exilos. Sounds Russian. I'll just call you Exi." "My name is Exilo." "And I'm going to call you Exi, Exi!" Exilo sighed. He was far too tired for this. "Where's my room?" Pae huffed. "Fine, you can stay here." Exilo stepped past her, and inside. It was nice room actually; somehow he had been expecting a broom closet with a blanket. It had a desk, a chair, a bed, a lamp, and a window that looked out into the town. There was a notable covering of dust and the door hinges squealed from lack of use, but he didn't say anything. "You're old employee's room?" Exilo asked. "Sorry for the dust." Exilo shrugged. He had certainly slept in worse. "I've been meaning to clean it up and rent it out. This way I get an apprentice. It's been long enough." Exilo smiled, nodded, and watched Pae leave, taking special note of her tail as she turned and headed down the hall. The bed was a big, bigger than his sleeping mat actually. Soft down cushioned his rump and he yawned sleepily. Wow. He was more tired than he realized. He had down a lot of walking, a lot of sleeping on rocks. He really was tired, so tired, that he didn't even think of asking Pae where the bathroom was so he could wash his fur clean. "You best be getting some sleep," the she-wolf said. "Cause tomorrow, I'm putting you to work." Exilo yawned again, slouching down and putting his head on his shoulder. "Alright," he growled, closing his eyes. --- Work wasn't the right word for what Exilo went through the next day. Torture was more like it. He had done a lot in his life, worked a lot of places, but this just wasn't work. "For the last time, this is how you do stitches!" Pae growled. Dexterous fingers looped through the fabric with expert precision. In, out, in, out, hypnotic in the speed. When done, she tied it off and pulled the excess thread a bit, snapping it cut with her teeth. Exilo took a deep breath and turned to his own project. "In, out, in, out," he muttered. He tried, in, out, in, out. He yelped suddenly, and lifted his thumb to better see the needle that had sunk nearly half way into the pad. Pae growled again, plucking the needle out. "You're such a baby." She poked her own thumb a dozen times with the needle, and each time the pad stayed firm. Taking her demonstration a step further, she pulled a lighter out of her pants pocket. Sparking it, she held her thumb over the dancing fire. "Cool, huh?" "Kind of creepy, actually." Exilo looked back to his work. He took another deep breath and pinched the fabric, pushing the needle through. He was much more careful this time, taking the needle and pulling it through, working a stitch out. He tried for the second stitch, and pricked his thumb, drawing blood in the black pad. "Damn it!" he roared, earning a bop on the nose from the rolled up newspaper Pae was holding. "Keep working on it," she muttered. Exilo did, putting such focus on the project, he didn't even notice as Pae left, coming back a moment later with a step stool. Her trusty tape measure wrapped around his chest, on the pectorals. She scribbled the measurements on a scratch of parchment. "Now your right arm. Now your left." Exilo obeyed each of her commands, and smiled to himself when he managed to get the stitches straight three times before, again, pricking his finger. His thumb was really starting to hurt. Pae looked him over. With the measurements, she could do his shirt just fine. But not his pants. Not that he said he wanted pants, but...She grinned a sort of coy smile and lowered onto all fours, before very carefully slipping under the table. Now under him, kneeling at his chair, she placed a paw on his knee and carefully pulled the tape measure from his clawed toes all the way to his groin, pushing a thumb between his legs playfully. That earned a sudden shout. Exilo pushed off the table, the chair tipping over and he fell back, landing with a loud crash. "Now, Exi, if you're going to be a tailor, you got to learn to ignore these distractions." Exilo panted, and started at the white she-wolf, her tail wagging. She was still on all fours and under the table like a devious puppy. "Stay the fuck away from my crotch!" He growled, reaching under the table and grabbing her by the nape. He yanked her out and set her down, before pulling the chair close and continuing his work. More than the job he was supposed to be doing, it was just frustrating he couldn't get this quickly, like he could other things. This and cooking...he hated cooking. This cloth wouldn't be usable after he was through with it. Even if the stitches were straight and orderly, he was getting blood all over it: crimson thumb prints or just wiping his hand on it to keep his grip dry. Why was the practice cloth white, anyway? Well, red now, but still. "Have a preference of color for the coat?" "Asparagus." "What the fuck color is asparagus?" Exilo cocked his head, gesturing to his vest. "That is a fuck ugly color. You're getting myrtle." Satisfied, Pae scribbled the order down, before again reaching over and plucking a needle out of Exilo's paw. "Alright, that's enough for today. I need your hands intact for when we open." It wasn't hard work, physically at least. Oh, what he would give for physical labor. He was built for that, he liked that. This was just torturous. But so was everything else the little deviant Pae put him through. People came in to pick up their orders, and he had to sift through the racks and racks of finished products to find said orders. People came in wanting their measurements taken, and some, little ones especially, just refused to hold still long enough for him to read the tape measurer and write the number down. "How did you ever manage this all alone?" Exilo asked, during one of the blessed down times where the shop was empty. It was strange. Everybody, EVERYBODY, seemed to come in at once, and then just as quickly they were gone. Why everyone couldn't come in at a steady pace was beyond him. No rhyme or reason even, like people on their lunch break. Just floods, and then nothing. Floods, then nothing. He gave a moan, lying on the floor behind the counter. His paws were throbbing from the prior work, and his head was feeling several sizes too small. And, for whatever reason, Pae was sitting on his chest, cross legged and staring at him with a wide smile. There was only a bit of trouble with breathing. Mostly she was light and he could manage. Pae shrugged. "I just did. I didn't have a choice." "I'm sorry I can't help more." The she-wolf shook her head. "You're doing plenty." He watched her. Her ears, her tail, her chest. He liked the angle. She was pretty. Nice fur, nice body, certainly a nice chest and rump. Her earrings he could do without, but to each their own. He was taken off guard when she shifted onto her paws and knees and leaned forward, brushing her muzzle across his. On the second pass, her tongue came out, rough and hard, and brushed his lips. The bell above the door rang. Pae casually stood up and walked around the counter to greet the customers, leaving Exilo wondering what had just happened. The cool air of the room lapped at the saliva still on his snout and lips. He flicked out his own tongue and tasted her remnants. "Exi, I do need your help," Pae summoned. He stood, leaning on the counter. There was work to do. Best not to think about it, at least until he had more time to really savor the memory. The second day went like the first, only worse since his mind was so exhausted from the first day, but at least Pae didn't make any more moves on him. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? He wasn't sure. The third day went like the second, only even more tiring since his mind was so exhausted from the first and second day, and Pae still didn't make any more moves on him. Well, this time, he made the move, and when she was reaching for something on a high shelf, he carefully moved behind her and took it down. She didn't seem repulsed by the sudden closeness. Her tail curled around his thigh and flanks a moment and she looked up, smiling, before slipping to the side and walking back to her work. On the fourth day, he finally developed a short hand for taking measurements, and learned Pae's shorthand for giving receipts, which made finding orders much easier. Turns out there was some semblance of organization to the racks. On the sixth day, he stabbed his thumb with a needle and didn't draw blood. Fire still hurt. He had learned that the hard way, when Pae grabbed his hand and put a lighter under him. Pae promised that the callus would grow in time. On the seventh day, the shop was closed and Exilo spent the whole morning face down on the bed, head buried into the pillow, not sleeping but not able to move either. Only at night fall did he even try to get up. He managed to shift his head to the door to see Pae standing there. "How long have you been there?" She grinned, and gave a nice little shrug of her petite shoulders, which made her chest heave very slightly. "Is it normal to feel like you head is several sizes too small?" Exilo asked. "Something would be wrong if you didn't feel like an elephant was sitting on it," Pae smiled, walking over. She was smiling wide, at least until her nose quivered. She retracted, pinching her nose. "You smell. Damn, when was the last time you took a bath?" "What year is this?" Pae whined, backing away. "I'll draw you a bath, alright. Do me a favor: burn those clothes." He hadn't taken a bath in so long. Brushing a hand past his ears, he found the bits of sand still clinging from the messenger hawk's take off a week ago. Exilo struggled to get up. His body wasn't tired, but his mind, it just refused to send out the messages out to his limbs. It took him a long time to peel his shirt off of his chest, and he sniffed it, before pushing it away. He did smell. He undid his belt and dropped it to the floor, stepping out of them. Then, in true canine fashion and now unrestricted by clothes, he bent over to all fours and stretched doggie style. It was at that moment that Pae came back into the room. Exilo's elevated tail was facing the door, in all its glory. He looked between his legs at Pae, who just stared back at the curve of his flanks, the sack of his furry sheath, the hanging testicles. "And I thought I was forward," she managed to say, keeping a perfectly straight face before falling onto her back and laughing hysterically. "Do closed doors not mean anything to you people?" Exilo howled. Through cackles, Pae managed: "You didn't close the door. Please..." She stopped, rolling onto her belly and pounding the floor. "Please, put on the towel!"Somehow, Pae managed to throw the towel to the ground in front of Exilo's feet. Exilo huffed, wrapping the towel as best he could around his nether regions. It was still a bit small, but at least Pae stopped laughing out loud, only giggling and grinning every time he looked up at Exilo, who was blushing red under his fur. "It could be worse. Some bears come in every now and then from the North, and they don't have such fine builds as you. Don't wear many clothes either. Yuck, that furry ass in a thong." Pae traced a paw over Exilo's stomach. Pae brought Exilo to the bathroom, where a steaming bath was already drawn. Cracking up, she turned her back and allowed Exilo to take the towel off and climb into the bath. The tub was huge, so huge that Exilo could fully immerse himself without any problem, which felt absolutely heavenly. OH! That felt nice. Instantly he loosened as the water soaked deep into his fur. He growled lowly, sending a vibration through the water. He was so relaxed it took him a moment to realize not only had Pae stripped out of her clothes, but climbed into the bath, and that she was snuggling close, trying to wrap her arms around Exilo's torso and putting her ear on the wolf's left pectoral muscle. Exilo opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, save a long stifled growl that Pae took as invitation to come closer, shifting so she was resting heavily on Exilo's chest. He froze instantly. As she continued to nuzzle him. "Is something wrong?" Pae asked. Maybe she could sense Exilo's hesitance. He was stiff and rigged despite the warm water's comforting effect on him. "No," Exilo said after a pause. Pae backed away. She placed her paws on his chest and pushed up, settling on his hips and staring at him. "Oh no. I'm so sorry. I thought...oh no. Oh, I'm so sorry." She stumbled out of the bath, slapping down on the floor wetly and slipping flat on her stomach. "Oh no, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry. I thought you liked me. Oh jeez." "I-I do," Exilo said quickly, climbing out of the tub himself. He slipped on the wet floor and hit the ground. Reaching for Pae, who was already moving, he just brushed her tail as she fled. "I'm sorry. Oh no, I'm so sorry." She turned to apologize again, only to come face to chest with Exilo. "I'm so sorry," she said, looking up. There was wetness in her eyes, not all of it from the bath. Exilo brought Pae up to his arms, holding her in a wet embrace. "I...do...like you. I-I think. I'm not sure. But...I..." "I went too fast. Damn it. It's just...I don't know what to do and I thought you liked me. And? Oh no." She buried her face in his chest. "Really, it's not you." She was light. Easy to hold. His paw slipped down her back and over her tail, gently brushing her rump and getting a nice grip. He felt her tail wag, the silver band at the end glistening nicely in the light. He smiled softly and turned back to the bath. He swung one foot in, then squatted, slipping into the warm water, sitting up and still holding Pae close. She, in turn, clung a little closer to his wet chest. She was warm actually. Warmer than the water, and very pleasant. He swallowed. "There's really, really attraction. I mean. You're really beautiful. And...That kiss. It felt kind of..." *Just do it,* Pae thought, slowly pressing her muzzle forward towards his. The briefest of licks, then she backed up, whimpering lowly. Again, there was the taste of her lips on his. He flicked out his tongue, tasting what she had left. Slowly, almost as if frightened, he stretched his paw forward to touch her, and his claw brushed her shoulder. She recoiled in fear, but he got a firm grip and slowly pulled her near, and gave her his own lick on the lips. She didn't recoil or back away. She closed her eyes, and he did his, and they simply tasted each other, getting used to it. He felt his heat begin to press out from between his legs. At first he didn't notice. He was so focused on Pae he barely felt anything. His paws explored her body, claws sifting through the white fur and finding her breast, giving it a little squeeze that earned him a soft moan. But when the certain heat between his legs rose to a painful ache he gave a slight groan, turning his head to the side and nibbling at her jaws at a better angle. He distracted her as his paw slowly moved down her spine and to the base of her tail, and gently pushed her down. "Nnn!" She shuddered as she felt him enter, forcing her body to try to relax. She attempted to move off him, but his paw remained firm, and she was trapped between it and his rising heat. "S-stop." "Just relax," he said slowly, the words dripping out of his mouth and into her ear. "Rrr...rrr..." More and more she could feel him fill her, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the pain was making itself more known. She nudged her hips to the side, fresh tears pouring out of her eyes. "Please, stop..." She was tight, she couldn't loosen. She whimpered and cried into his chest, not in pleasure. He had to stop, despite the ache that demanded action. He pressed his muzzle to hers, licking and nuzzling, suckling and kissing. It helped. She felt herself relax, and she closed her eyes and let him calm her with his softness of his tongue. His tongue explored, his snout explored, but his eyes were tight and his vision was dead. Only her scent and taste. That was all he could focus on. Nothing else and he just enjoyed her, not even bothering to thrust. Pae started yipping happily, rubbing her fangs against his, her tongue tasting his, and now that he wasn't delving so intensely, that hot thickness between her legs became pleasurable. She pulled back. "A-alright. I'm ready." She licked and kissed along his muzzle, but if she whimpered or nipped hard it was a sign she needed to adjust. Still, it went well, with few interruption or breaks. And, finally, he was all the way in. He felt his hilt touch her flesh lips. He pulled away from her jaws and just held that, closing his eyes and feeling his erection pulse harder and harder. Her walls reacted, squeezing him gently in return. Pae felt each pulse. Each seemed stronger than the last. There was a boiling heat inside her. Not from him, he was hot and inside, but deeper in the pits of her stomach she felt a pressure that begged for release. "Sorry," Exilo murmured as he pulled back, then pushed forward into the warm mass of she-wolf and felt a final release. His gush, his pressure built then drain out of him in massive spurts. Pae yelped loudly, squirming and howling as he climaxed inside her. She continued to shudder until he was merely trickling liquid, and dropped down, exhausted, onto him. For a long time, neither moved. Neither had the strength. The week of work had been exhausting, but this was in a different league. Honestly, he simply didn't want to move and break the comfort of this position. So it was up to Pae. Slowly she lifted her head from his chest and placed her paws on his shoulder. She pushed up, and slid off him, shivering as his shrinking girth rubbed against her walls. She rose fully, holding it a moment, and he leaned forward and nuzzled at her breast, then flicked his tongue out, rubbing against the black nipple, a sharp contrast to the snowy fur around. "Exi," she uttered, putting a paw at his head and pushing him back. "Stop that." "Oh jeez, what did we just do?" he asked. Animal instinct started to clear from his thoughts. "Mated," she said simply. "We've known each other for a week!" Pae stroked him, and bending her head, ran her tongue up the bridge of his black nose and to the start of his majority brown fur. "I don't know about you...Exi." She forced a smile. "But I really enjoyed it." She chewed on her lip. "I...think I really like you." Exilo stared. He smiled. "We barely know each other." "Well we got the sex out of the way. Everything can just go good from here on out." Again, Exilo reached forward and took gentle hold of Pae, pulling her close to his chest. "Good from here on out," he smiled, cuddling and nuzzling her all night.

Husky Heat by Lycan Silvermoon

Husky Heat Xero stood in front of the large picture window of his home. It was a hot day, He was standing in his shorts, watching the traffic pass by. He had a few fans running and was standing between them trying to get some of the cool air. He wasn't paying any attention to Phoenix as he walked

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Husky Heat Xero stood in front of the large picture window of his home. It was a hot day, He was standing in his shorts, watching the traffic pass by. He had a few fans running and was standing between them trying to get some of the cool air. He wasn't paying any attention to Phoenix as he walked into the room. Phoenix was a large male red malamute. He was wearing a pair of cut off blue jean shorts, and a white tank top. He had been outside working in the yard and was coming in to get something to drink. He noticed Xero standing at the window and walked up behind him. "So this is where all the coolness is. Your hogging it all for your self." Phoenix said, as he put his arms around the Huskies waist. Xero jumped a little, as he didn't know Phoenix was there, but relaxed quickly in his embrace. "I never heard you come in. You scared me." Xero said, turning around to face the malamute. "So I noticed, you seem to be taken by something out there." Phoenix said as he gave Xero a small kiss. "Just watching the world pass by. And waiting for a large strong Red Malamute to come and take me away from all my problems." Xero said smiling. "Well, I wonder if I can find one for you?" Phoenix said, as he pressed his body against the husky, pushing him back against the window. Xero smiled as Phoenix lifted the huskies arms over his head and held them there with his paws. He then began to lick at Xeros neck and muzzle, letting his warm tongue slide along Xeros fur, slicking it down as he pushed his hips against him. Phoenix took both of Xeros arms in one paw and let his free paw slide down along the dogs body. He ran his claws through Xeros soft chest fur and down along his stomach. He stopped at the top of the dogs shorts and slipped his paw into the waist band. He pulled his paw forward and down a little, exposing the tip of Xeros sheath. Xero took a deep breath, the wind from the fans blew against him and down into his shorts. Blowing down along the length of his sheath. Phoenix Pulled on Xeros shorts a little more and began to slowly pull them down. Little by little the huskies sheath was exposed to the chilling air of the fans, sending shivers of cold up the dogs back. Phoenix let Xeros shorts fall, the husky stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Phoenix let go of Xeros arms and he put his paws on the dogs hips, and then slowly knelled to the floor. He pressed his nose close to the huskies white furry sheath and took a deep breath in and took in his sweet musk. He let his tongue slide out and slip along the length of his furry sheath, from his sac to the tip. Once he got to the tip of his sheath, he was greeted by the tip of Xeros cock. "Mmm... I see you really want it hon." Phoenix said as he looked up at the husky. "I always look forward to having you, you know that." Xero said and he started to rub the malamute ears. Phoenix murred and nuzzled his paw, he then went back to licking Xeros sheath, with long slow strokes of his tongue. He moved his paws from the huskies hips and started to let them slide down his legs. He let one paw slip forward and start to rub along Xeros balls he let the furry sac roll around in his leather paw pads. Xeros murrs with pleasure as his malamute gave loving attention to his sheath and balls. Phoenix let his tongue stroke up in a long slow lick along Xeros sheath, He could feel the Huskies shaft growing under his fur, His tip was showing more for his sheath when Phoenix's tongue reached the top. He Licked at the pink tip of the huskies cock. Slowly his shaft became exposed to the Malamutes tongue, the combination of the chill of the fans and the warmth and moistness of Phoenix's tongue on his sensitive member, sent shivers of pleasure up along Xeros body. Phoenix took the Huskies cock into his muzzle as it became exposed. He let the shaft slide slowly along his tongue, allowing the taste of the warm meat slide back his throat. Xeros firm, but not yet hard member, slid with ease into the well known muzzle of the malamute. Once he was into the muzzle of his lover as far as he could, Phoenix moved his head back and gave the dogs cock a long loving lick. Letting his tongue flick off the tip and allowing his cock to fall and bounce before taking it with his paw and starting to stroke it. Xeros member became hard quickly in the paw of his lover. He leaned his head back against the window and moaned deeply. "Oh god.. that feels so good. I love the feeling of your paws on my cock. oh yes... stroke me.. " "If you like my paw, I bet you'll like this even more" Phoenix said. He lifted the huskies cock up and slide his muzzle down along the length of it, taking the hard shaft as deep into this throat as he could, he stopped when his nose hit the dogs knot, which was well formed and hard. He then bobbed his head up and down, sucking on Xeros sweet tasting cock. Xeros moaned with pleasure and joy as Phoenix pleasured his member. The dogs knot swelled and his balls tightened as he could feel his orgasm near. He began to hump the malamutes muzzle. He grabbed a hold of Phoenix's head and thrust into his muzzle, faster and faster, Phoenix allowing the hard throbbing cock to go deep in his throat. Xero thrust forward and lifted his head and howled as he could feel his orgasm fill Phoenix's muzzle with hot cum. Each squirt Phoenix let slide down his throat, the sweet tang of the huskies cum. Xeros heart was pounding and his breath short as his climax calmed. He released the malamutes head and fell back against the window, his cock comming free from Phoenix's muzzle. Phoenix closed his eyes and licks his lips, and enjoyed the left over taste of his mates cum, as he stood up and embraced his husky. He hugged him tight and kisses him gently. "How was that for you hon?" Phoenix asked. "oh my...that was wonderful. But what do to about you?" Xero asked, as he reached down and rubbed his paw against the hard member of the malamute. "I'll figure out something." Phoenix said. " I think I'll go get something to drink." He turned to go into the kitchen, Xero stood there for a moment and through, then a smile formed on his lips, He followed the malamute into the kitchen. As Phoenix was pouring himself a glass of water, Xero was getting a surprise ready. When Phoenix turned around, He was greeted by a husky bend over the table with his tail up and his hole exposed, Xero was looking over his shoulder at him and grinning. "Isn't it amazing what things you see, in your own home." Phoenix said as he took a sip from his glass. "I wonder if I can think of something to do with this Husky ass." Phoenix placed his glass down on the counter and walked up to Xero. He placed his paws on the huskies hips and pressed his already hard cock against the huskies ass. He rubbed his member against Xeros tailhole slowly. Letting his pre cum slick over the huskies hole. Xeros murred at the feeling of the malamutes hard member pressing up against him. "Someone has been a bad doggie, I think I'll have to teach him a lesson" Phoenix said. He grabbed Xeros hips and pressed the tip of his cock against his tail hole and pushed. Slowly Xero could feel the thickness of the Malamutes cock slide into him. His body tensed but relaxed quickly, as he allowed the dog to evade his body. He let his thick cock slide slowly in and out of Xero. Long rhythmic moves of his hips, as his paws gripped the huskies sides, Holding him as he laid his love. Phoenix moaned and murred as he felt the heat of the huskies body slide up and down his cock. Xero Moaned with pleasure as he felt his mates hard meat sliding in and out of him. "Oh gods.. we have to do this more often.. I'm getting to tight." Xero moaned as the pain and pleasure filled his body. "I think..\*ugg\*. we can arrange that." Phoenix grunted as he quickened his thrusts. Xero could feel his cock growing inside him. With each loving thrust, it felt as if he was going deeper and deeper into his body. Even though Xero had already went off, his own cock grow hard between his legs as his body jerked forward with each hump of the malamute. Phoenix moved his body down lower and wrapped his arms around Xeros body, his paws brushed against the huskies hardening cock and he murred as he wrapped a paw around it and stroked it slightly. He then moved his paws together and locked them around Xeros waist. He started to hump faster, pumping his cock in and out of the huskies ass with force, His knot growing bigger with each pass in and out of his body. After a few thrusts his knot was too full and hard to go into the tight hole of the husky, and it simply hit and Phoenix pulled back. His breath was getting quick and shallow, as his balls filled with seed. Xeros heart also was pounding quickly as he groaned and moaned with pleasure, as he was humped quickly and lovingly. Phoenix's hips began to move faster and faster, he rammed his cock hard into Xeros ass, His knot full and hard, he pressed it tight to his hole, and after a few seconds of pressure, it finally popped in, This made the Husky Gasp as the pain shot through his body, but the feeling was just to wonderful to ignore and it over road the pain he felt. Now locked to him, the malamute humped hard, unable to pull out, his hips and balls slammed against the huskies rear, till finally he bit down on the huskies neck and rocked his hips forward and held them there, as his cock spurt forth three or four loads of hot cum into Xeros ass. "Oh, shit..yes..." Phoenix moaned and yelled under his breath as his muzzle was full of fur from Xeros neck. Xero howled with pleasure as he felt the hot seed fill his ass and the feeling of the malamutes thick knot, tying them together. As Phoenix's orgasm slowed, he released the grasp on Xeros neck and laid his head down on him. His cock tired to him and his breath quick. Xero could feel his heart beat on his back and he smiled and relaxed his body on the table. "I love you." Phoenix said as he tried to catch his breath. "I love you as well." Xero said. "I love you more then you'll ever know." The two dogs stayed there till Phoenix's knot shrank enough so that he could unlock himself from Xero, who once he was free from the mating grasp of the malamute lifted himself off the table and turned, The two dogs embraced, their spent cocks pressed together and they kissed. "well, let's go clean up. We've got lot's of work to do." Phoenix said. "I was only comming in for a drink." "Well you did get a nice drink of Husky cum." Xero said smiling. "Yeah, that I did. Now let's go shower, we can get back to work." Phoenix said. "Ok, I guess. After you." Xero said. The two dogs went to the washroom, and took a nice long hot shower together. They went out and finished the work. That night they enjoyed a warm snuggle on the couch and that night, they enjoyed each other again.. but that's a story for another time. The End Ian "lycan" d'Entremont

The Secret - Part 7 by DoggyStyle57

#11 of Jane Doe and The Secret This story takes place in an alternate timeline to the one in my Swiss Mix stories. In this series, Hans and his father Karl are both Americans, and live in a suburban community. This is from the same series as my story "A Sleepover with Jane". Hans cross dresses as

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The Secret - part 7 By DoggyStyle57 - November 2012 Hans and Ryan woke up on Monday morning when Ryan's alarm clock went off at 6:30 AM. The young lovers were cuddled together muzzle to muzzle. Ryan opened her eyes first, turned off the alarm by swatting the top of the clock with her hand, and then she smiled at the eight year old Bernese boy in bed with her. "Ah well - school today, and I need to wash my hair so I can re-braid it," the ten year old collie girl said, as she kissed Hans on the nose. "It's a lot easier to get my hair braided up tightly again if it's freshly washed and wet. Care to split a shower with me?" "Sure!" Hans said, returning her kiss. "Hey, if you can show me how to do it, I could help braid your hair, too. I always wondered how girls do that." "Okay!" Ryan said, as she led Hans to the shower. She went in first and locked the door on their parents' side of the shared bathroom, and then Hans came in and they both stripped out of their t-shirts and undies. One thing that the two kids had figured out pretty quickly after Karl and his son Hans moved in with Melanie and her daughter Ryan was that since Ryan or her mom always did the laundry, and Karl never did laundry when there was someone else willing to do it, Hans could put his bras and panties in the hamper with Ryan's and Melanie's, and just toss in some boy underwear occasionally, weather he had worn it or not, and Karl wouldn't realize that over half of the time his son was wearing girls' panties and a bra under his clothes. As long as Karl didn't catch Hans undressing on the days he wore girly underwear, Hans didn't even need to actually wear boy's undershorts at all! So now Hans only wore boy's underwear on gym class school days - Tuesdays and Thursdays - and the rest of the week he was only wearing silky girls' bikini panties and a sports bra under his faded jeans and t-shirt. The kids got in the shower and quickly washed each other's hair and fur, taking turns scrubbing each other's backs. That inevitably led to some cuddling, giggling and fooling around in the shower. When they were almost done bathing, Ryan knelt in front of Hans and sucked his cock while the boy massaged shampoo into her hair, and then rinsed her hair clean with the shower hose. She didn't stop sucking her boyfriend until he groaned loudly and she swallowed his cream. Then they got out and dried each other off, and Hans started to lick Ryan's cunny while she sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat. \=== In the bedroom next door, Melanie listened to the kids giggling and showering together. She was a light sleeper, and usually woke up as soon as one of the kids started their morning shower. And she'd noticed that every morning, they did more than just shower - even on a school day. When she heard Hans groan, she kissed Karl and nudged him awake, saying, "Shushhh! Listen..." Karl nodded, but said, "What? I don't hear anything." "You will. Just listen," Melanie said. A moment later they both clearly heard Ryan's orgasmic howl through the bathroom door. "Arwoooo!" Melanie grinned and said, "That was your son giving my daughter an orgasm. Not sure if he's licking her or mating with her, but I'm fairly certain that Hans has made sure she has an orgasm every single morning since they were handfasted. Isn't that sweet? And they make love every night when they go to bed, too. I'm almost jealous. I think my ten year old daughter is having more orgasms per week than I am!" "Well! I can't be outdone by my own puppy, now can I?" Karl said. He rolled on top of Melanie and started kissing her passionately. "And I can't think of a better way to pass the time while we wait for them to clear out of the bathroom." \=== "I think the best way for me to show you how to braid my hair will be for me to braid yours," Ryan told Hans. "Do you mind? It'll make your pony tail a little more wavy after we undo the braids and brush it out again, bit that will relax pretty fast. We can go back into the bedroom, and you can watch in the dressing mirror while I teach you how to braid hair." "Naw, I don't mind," Hans said. "Say! That gives me an idea!" he whispered something into her ear that made her giggle, and then she nodded and said, "Yeah! It's gonna be a nice day just like yesterday was, so I think we can do that. We'll ask mom and dad at breakfast." She put a chair in front of the dressing mirror and brushed Hans' hair carefully, parting his wet hair down the middle. Then she showed him how to split the hair on one side into thirds, and the way to hold the hair between the fingers as she folded it over and over again to make the braid. "The tricky part is keeping the tension even," she said. "That lets you make a nice, tight braid that isn't lumpy. It's faster and easier to do it on someone else, but with practice you can learn to do it for yourself." "I think I see how that works," Hans said, as she finished the first braid, tied it with a small black rubber band, and started the second one. He could hear either Melanie or Karl taking their shower in the bathroom, and he wondered if maybe the adults were also sharing a shower in there. He heard his father groan, and grinned because he was pretty sure that Miss Melanie had just done the same thing with his dad that Ryan had done for Hans, and sucked the older Bernese male off. It took Hans a couple of tries on each side to get Ryan's braids started right, but he caught on pretty quickly. "You make it look easy, but it isn't. I think I'm getting the hang of it, though." Ryan looked at herself in the mirror. One of her braids still started higher on her head than the other, but that wouldn't matter, since she was going to fold them under her hat anyway. And they didn't have time for Hans to start over a third time on that side. Their parents had finished in the bathroom and would be eating breakfast by now, and Melanie had to take the kids to school very soon. "It looks good enough. Thanks Hans! I'll let you practice each time I take them down to wash my hair. You'll be an expert in no time!" The kids packed their school packs, and Hans carefully placed a small bundle that both of them prepared at the bottom of his backpack, under his books. Then they went downstairs, with Ryan still holding her hat in her hand. \=== "Hey mommy, look! I taught Hans how to braid my hair! How does it look?" Ryan said, as they joined their parents for breakfast. "It loks very nice dear," Melanie replied, passing out breakfast pastries to the children. Karl looked at his son and groaned. "Oh no! Hans? Why is your hair braided too? You are NOT going to school like that, young man! You look more like a girl than Ryan does!" "Awwww dad! I thought you'd like it! Remember how you said you liked that guy from Texas that sings country music? The one that we saw on that TV special last week? He wears his hair jus' like this, an' you didn't say *he* looked like a girl!" Hans said. "Besides, I don't have time to bush it all out now. I'd be late for school!" "He can wear one of my hats, daddy, and hide his braids the same way I do," Ryan suggested. "The teachers don't ever make me take my hat off at school." She put her hat on Hans, and tucked his braids under it and out of sight. "Oh, all right! Wear that hat to hide it then," Karl said as he slurped down the last of his coffee, kissed Melanie, and headed for the door. "I don't have time to argue. I have an early meeting at the office with a new investor. Be good, you two!" Ryan waited for Karl to leave, and then she said, "Mommy? It's gonna be a super nice day outside. Can Hans and I walk home after school tonight, and play in the park playground for a while before we come home? We won't have many more nice days like today before the fall weather makes the park all yucky. And we don't usually have much homework on Monday nights anyway." "I suppose that would be all right," Melanie said. "I'm glad to see the two of you playing together. You just watch out for each other, and get home in time for dinner, all right? And Ryan, if you two have any trouble, you call mommy with your cell phone! Now, get another hat for yourself, and I'll take you both to school." "Thank you mommy! I'll be right back!" Ryan said, as she popped her breakfast pastry into her mouth and ran back upstairs. \=== At school, no one seemed to notice that Hans was wearing a hat and didn't have his hair hanging down in a pony tail. The morning classes were quiet and uneventful, with a quiz in one class. Then he ate lunch with Ryan and a few of their female friends, played some soccer after lunch with some of the boys he liked playing with, and waited impatiently for the afternoon's classes to be over. When the final school bell rang, Hans and Ryan met in the hallways and walked hand in hand away from the school. A few kids snickered at seeing what they thought were two boys holding hands like lovers, until some of the girls that had Ryan in their gym classes pointed out that they had seen her in the showers, and that they were quite certain that Ryan was a girl. Teachers who saw them quietly commented to each other that maybe Miss Ryan had finally realized boys were good for something other than tackling while playing football with them. The park was less than a mile away through a pretty safe neighborhood, and was only a few blocks away from the duplex that they lived in. Several other kids were heading home along the same route, but no one else who Ryan and Hans knew seemed to take the path that diverged from the sidewalk and into the park. When they got to the playground, there were a dozen or more kids already on the swings and climbing gyms. Ryan and Hans stopped near the bathrooms, and Ryan asked, "Are you sure you wanna do this, Hans?" "Yeah, I'm sure," Hans said. "I don't see any kids I see over there that know me, and there are at least three moms or older sisters watching the other kids play. We'll be fine. You go in first though, and make sure the coast is clear." Ryan ducked into the girls' bathroom and came back a moment later and said, "Okay, it's safe. Nobody's in there." They both ducked into the girls' side of the bathrooms, and quickly went together into the oversized handicapped stall at the far end. As soon as Ryan shut the stall door, Hans stripped off his backpack, ball cap, t-shirt, shoes and pants. He already had on a pair of red silk panties and a pink bra, and a pair of Ryan's black knee socks. He put his black sneakers back on, and then he reached into the bottom of the pack and pulled out his girly pink 'My Fantasy Foxies' t-shirt and his short black skirt, and put them on, while Ryan rolled up his boy clothes and put them back in Hans' pack, along with her spare hat. Then she added a couple of pink bows to Hans' braids, and applied a little pink blush to his cheeks from a tiny makeup kit that she had brought in her own pack. "So, remember to call me Hannah while we're playing, okay?" Hans said, pausing to admire how he looked in the bathroom mirror as they left the bathrooms. "Wow... you look a heck of a lot more like a girl than I do! I think I'm jealous," Ryan said. She paused a moment, admiring her girly boyfriend, and then she said, "Nawww, I'm just kidding about being jealous. I don't wanna look girly for anybody but you. But you really are super cute when you dress like a girl, Hannah. So, let's go play!" For the next hour they played on the swings and on the teeter totters, and played tag with a group of kids that was mostly girls. Hannah didn't flirt with anyone. She just played like the other girls were doing, following their examples. Everyone treated Hannah as if they believed she was a girl the whole time. It was just starting to get dark, and Hannah and Ryan realized that they were almost the last kids left in the playground area. The moms or older sisters had taken all the younger kids away, and there were just a few teen aged boys loitering over near the restrooms. Then even they vanished, and Hans and Ryan were the only ones left. "We better go, Hannah," Ryan said. "There's nobody else around, so it should be safe now to go back into the girls' bathroom and change you back into a boy again." "This was so much fun!" Hannah said, as they put on their backpacks and started up the path together. "Thanks for doin' this with me!" "It's all right. You know, ever since you told me about what you did the last time you came here, I've wanted to come here and play with you like that." Ryan said, as they approached the bathrooms. "Funny you should say that," said a black and tan fourteen year old German Shepherd boy who stepped out of the boy's bathroom. "I was just sayin' to my pals how much I'd like to play with her again too!" He reached out and tightly grabbed Hannah's wrist, and then shouted, "Grab her boyfriend, boys!" Two other teen aged boys - a tricolor smooth collie and a white-furred bulldog who had been lurking around the outside corner of the bathroom - came up behind Ryan and each of them grabbed one of her arms. "We got him, Gunther!" the collie said. "Just relax, 'cousin', and nobody gets hurt." "I'm no cousin of yours, you jerk, even if we are both collies!" Ryan replied, trying to pitch her voice low, so the bullies would continue to believe she was a boy. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, picking on younger kids!" "Hey! Let go of me!" Hannah squealed, trying to break the grip the much older boy had on her wrist. "Ah ah ah!" the boy said, pointing to Ryan, who was securely held between the other two boys. "Now you wouldn't want my friends to rough up your boyfriend, would you? We just wanna play with you again, like we did last month, cutie. Do you remember us now, and how much fun we had? Does your boyfriend know how much you enjoyed sucking off all three of us?" "Oh my God! Hannah! Are these the three boys you told me about?" Ryan said. "Ah! So she did tell you? That makes it easier, I guess. You two are comin' with us, an' we'll have a little cock sucking party. Play nice, and we'll let you both go after everybody's had a little harmless fun," the boy said. "Follow me. It's more private over there on that side path." "Don't hurt h... him!" Hannah shouted, almost betraying that Ryan was a girl, and catching herself just in time. "I'll suck your cocks again - jus' don't you hurt my friend!" Gunther led them down a path and around behind a clump of bushes, where there was a park bench and an open-topped trash can, almost completely hidden from the rest of the park by the curve in the path. He grabbed Hannah's pigtails in one hand, wrapping the braids twice around his fist so he had a really good grip, and opened his fly with his other hand. "Nobody gets hurt if you suck us all off, brat! Now take my cock out and suck it, puppy girl! Show your boyfriend what a good cocksucker you are!" Hannah squatted in front of the boy, still wearing her backpack, and started sucking the older boy's already erect cock. Her tail began to wag slowly as she tasted the pre-cum that Gunther was already leaking. Even though she was afraid that they might hurt Ryan, she just couldn't help wagging her tail. It felt so naughty to be dressed as a girl and sucking a boy off in the park, with Ryan and two other boys watching her. And more importantly, the bullies all still believed she was a girl and that Ryan was a boy! Hannah's tail wagged faster, as her hope rose that she could just suck off all three boys and they could both get away without Ryan or her getting beaten up, and without the boys realizing it was a boy that had been sucking them off, and that Ryan was a girl. "Hannah, you don't hafta do this to protect me. I can take care of myself," Ryan said, though she had stopped struggling now and was watching in fascination as Hannah took the other boy's cock out of his pants and started sucking on it. "Pipe down, kid!" Gunther said. "Lookit her tail wagging! This little bitch loves to suck cocks! Just calm down and let her do our thing for each of us, and then you two can tuck your tails between your legs and run for home, with nothing worse than a messy muzzle for her. Got it? But if you try to fight us, somebody might get hurt." "Don't fight them, Ryan," Hannah pleaded. "They're a lot bigger than us. It's not worth you getting hurt." "Stop talkin' and keep suckin', bitch! I'm almost there!" Gunther said, shoving his cock back into Hannah's mouth. Hannah finished sucking Gunther off and swallowed the boy's cum. It really didn't taste that bad. The only part of this whole thing that Hannah really minded was the threats the boys were making. If they had just asked nicely, she might have been willing to do it for them just for the thrill of it. "You next, Ralph," Gunther said once he had finished cumming. The bulldog grabbed both of Ryan's arms while the other two boys traded places. As soon as the collie had a good grip on Hannah's hair, Gunther tucked his cock back into his pants and took his place holding one of Ryan's arms. "She's one sexy little bitch, isn't she?" Gunther said to Ryan as they watched Hannah sucking off Ralph. "Does she do that for you too, kid?" "Ahhh, n-no?" Ryan said, still staring as Hannah began sucking off the second boy. "Why not? Is she your sister or sumpthin?" Gunther asked. "N-no. We're... not related. She's... my friend, that's all," Ryan said. "I... couldn't do something like that with her. Not out in the open with strangers watching us!" "You ougata try her, man. She's got a really sweet, soft mouth." Gunther said, leering at Ryan. "Okay, zip up and give Hank a turn, Ralph," he added, as the collie boy groaned and unloaded into Hannah's mouth. The bulldog boy was rather overweight - about 120 pounds, even though he was only just over five feet tall. He looked like he was the strongest of the three boys, though. He took Ralph's place and grabbed Hannah with the base of one of her braids in each hand, and pumped his cock into her muzzle like he was fucking the puppy girl. "Damn this feels good!" he said. Hannah gagged for a moment, and then the boy's cock slipped down her throat and she found her nose touching the other boy's pubic fur. The kid started throat-fucking Hannah, groaning with pleasure until he splashed his load straight down her throat and into her belly. When the bulldog finished cumming, Hannah remained squatting in front of him, then looked up at Gunther and asked, "I did what you wanted. Can we go now?" "Naw, I said you had to do ALL of us, kid. We can't leave your boyfriend out now, can we?" Gunther said, as he reached down and started trying to unfasten Ryan's pants. "Get over here and suck him off too, bitch!" Hannah suddenly growled. It was a pretty deep, feral and fierce-sounding growl - so full of anger that the bulldog in front of her dropped his grip on her hair and just stared at her. "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" Hannah shouted. She grabbed the bulldog boy around the knees with both arms, like giving a bear hug, and then she suddenly stood up, like a weightlifter doing a squat thrust. "What the hell? ACK!" Hank shouted, as his feet came off the ground and he pitched forward over Hannah's shoulders, going head first into the trash can beside the park bench. "YOU LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE!" Hannah growled, ducking under the bulldog boy's flying body as he pitched into the trash can, and rushing toward Gunther to deliver a solid uppercut punch - to the older boy's groin! Gunther howled in agony and face planted in the grass, on his knees and holding his nuts with both hands. "Sonofabich!" he squeaked, half an octave too high to be natural. "Girlfriend?" Ralph asked in confusion, staring at Ryan and unable to believe that a four and a half foot tall girl who couldn't weigh more than 75 pounds soaking wet had just taken out his two buddies, single-handed. Ryan tugged off her hat with her free hand, showing her braids, slammed her knee upward and into the collie's balls and said, "Yeah. You three big bad teenagers just got beat up by two pre-teen little girls!" Ralph rapidly joined his gang leader on the ground, clutching his family jewels and cursing weakly. Gunther was moaning something incoherent about 'lezzie Amazon bitches', but still couldn't stand. Hank was still head first in the trash can, and apparently stuck there. "Don't you EVER bother us again, or next time you won't have any balls left at all when we're done with you!" Ryan said, before grabbing Hannah's hand and running away as fast as they both could run. \=== Ryan and Hannah stopped running when they got to the restrooms on the far side of the park. "Are they following us?" Hannah asked, panting and leaning against the restroom building's wall between the men's and women's entries. Ryan peeked around the corner, and said, "No. I don't think they even tried to chase us. Grandpa always said the best way to beat a bully was to bloody their nose and run. Most of them are cowards, and won't keep fighting if they're losing. But you were *amazing* back there! It was like you suddenly turned into Superman or The Hulk! I had no idea you were that strong!" "Oh, that was nothin'. Bernese Mountain Dogs are all strong like that," Hannah said with a shrug. "I can lift more than twice my weight, easy. Like... 160 pounds or more. My dad, he can bench press over 450 pounds. That's all it was." "That's all? You just saved me from three teenaged bullies! And after allowing them all to force you to suck them off, just to protect me!" she kissed him passionately, a little surprised when she realized she could still taste the other three boys' cum in her lover's mouth. "Yeah, well... I didn't care if they made me suck them off, if it protected you. But I couldn't let them get your pants off. If they found out you were a girl, they might have raped you! And they sure wouldn't have used a condom!" Hannah said. "No way I was gonna risk them getting you preggers. Your ma woulda never forgiven me, and I wouldn't have been able to look you in the eyes again, if I didn't at least try to stop them from doin' that!" "Well, you're my hero, Hans," Ryan said. "Now, let's change you back into a boy, and get home before mom and dad get too worried about us. We're already late, so I'll call mom and tell her we lost track of time." \=== At dinner that night, Melanie said, "You had us worried when you were late and didn't call. What kept you two so long? Did you have any trouble?" Hans glanced at his father, and said, "Well... we were just having so much fun playing with each other, that we didn't realize how late it was getting until it started getting dark." "That was all?" Melanie asked suspiciously. "Ryan, you didn't get into another fight, did you? One of the side pockets on your backpack was torn when you got home. It was fine when you went to school this morning." "Well, there *were* three bullies that tried to fight with me," Ryan admitted. "But Hans jumped in to rescue me, and he took out two of them before they knew what hit 'em! He was amazing, mom! Do you know how strong he and his dad are?" "I have a pretty good idea. Karl has a habit of picking me up off the ground when he hugs me, and he acts like I weigh nothing at all. But you know I don't approve of you fighting! What caused it this time?" Melanie asked. "I'm not sure," Ryan lied. "I think they thought we were somebody else. I'm sure that they thought I was a boy. I'd never seen them before, but they grabbed us and said some stuff about last month in the park, and, ummm, me doin' something with somebody's girlfriend?" "Well, I'm glad Hans was able to help you, but I think I want you to be with a larger group of friends, or to have someone older supervising you, the next time you go to that park," Melanie said. "I agree. I don't want Hans fighting, but I've always told him that if he has to fight, he should fight to win. So it doesn't surprise me that he did well. Most people underestimate how strong we are. But that strength carries responsibility with it. We could easily cause a serious injury, as strong as we are. So I've always told Hans I prefer him to try every peaceful way of getting out of a fight, even if it means looking weak or getting embarrassed, before he throws his first punch," Karl said. "Well, it sounds like neither of you were hurt, and that's the important thing. Now you two finish your dinner and get your homework done. It's getting late." "Yes, daddy!" Ryan and Hans said in unison, both smiling at each other.

Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 2 by SilentScale

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**Author's Note** : These Entries are in no particular order, the given numbers are merely the order in which they were posted. This story should not be read if you are under the age of consent. If you are easily offended, or bothered, do not read this as it is based off a game that is a Mature rating. There will be acts of violence, rape, criminal negligance, and other dark themes. I do not own Oblivion and make no money off of this. This is purely fanmade and for personal ejoyment, of which I decided to share with the community. These are the tales of He-With-One-Eye. A Shadowscale Argonian born of the Black Marsh. Imprisoned falsely, thanks to a lying Khajiit. He-With-One-Eye is often called The One-Eyed Dragon, or the Scarred Dragon. It could be because of his brutal nature in battle and even cruller tendencies when it came to getting what he wanted, or the fact he had lost his right eye to some unknown, or rather: untold accident. He was forced into the Imperial Province, but by some fortune of luck, he escaped prison on the blood of the last Septim. How Quaint. **Entry 2** I arrived in Cheydinhal after speeding my way out of the sewers. What kind of awful muck did those Imperials toss in there? Even the Goblins did not seem all that pleased and they usually enjoy hellholes like that. I honestly hated the scent of Imperials. The grasses here were so dry and I much would have rathered to stay in the lake, were it not infested with Slaughterfish. You don't see those kinds of disgusing animals in Black Marsh swamps! Filthy Imperials. I was burdened by a load of gear I picked up off a few bandits stupid enough to trifle with a son if Sithis. The guards glared at me as I entered the gates. I suppose black-scaled *Saxhleel* are not a common sight in this country. I do not travel in the open for your amsuement. I merely wait until the hand of Sithis calls for me. I have trained since birth to kill and hunt in the shadows, becoming one with the darkness. Were it by my choice, you would be dead where you stood, blight spreading Imperials. I was suprised there were so few beggers here, few enough that I needed not my hands to count them on. My talons clicked agianst the cobblestone streets as I strode toward my goal. It was a humble shope, and I stress humble, as it was wedged between the sardined structures called Imperial Homes. They were more like stacks of shitty crates on more shitty crates. I let it go for the time being. The shop was called Borba's Goods and Stores. I would have bet more than my pants had I known I would have guessed correctly an Orc ran the shop. Such a clever and original name... All I wore were the rags I had when I left the prison, well at least my pants, so as not to startle the softskins with my 'nudity', not that there was much else to see besides scales as black as the night. I entered the shop and low-and-behold it was an Orc. Borba gra-Uzgash, to be correct. The shope was dimly lit, and stunk of the drunkards that hobbled in any given time of the day. As I sold my wares my sharp eyes cmae upon a darkly colored cowl. I could easily feel the magic pulsating from it. I motioned my claws toward the cowl, but the Orc was quick to clam up. 'That's not for sale Argonian.' Argonian? Bloody whore knew not her manners it seemed. Such a foul, Imperialistic name. Should I call you Corrupt Elf than you green-fleshed mushroom? For that is what you are. A mere spawn of Boethia, feared for your warmongering and sheer stupidity that can only be matched by Imperials. But I wanted that cowl, so I would bide my time. I would leave the town and raid the nearby ruins and return with treasure. I was smart, I was clever. I was of course of the shadow and knew how to talk my way into and out of situations. I would get that cowl, buy that Orc's trust, literally. Much of my coin went into saving for that cowl. I had plenty to sleep in the nearby inn, but that place stuck of death, I much preferred the grasses. While about I had come to know this beggar by the name of Bruccius the Orphan. He had a bedroll situated behind The March Rider, an armory taht I made note to take my blade to soon for repairs, it was duling. I had easily paid the fool a few shellings to allow me to rest on his bed during the night with him. I must admit it might have been all that time in prison, but even this Imperial was not as offending as most, with their sweat glands and what have you. It could have been due to the fact he slept outside so smelt of grass and dirt rather than ass and sweat. I had called to the beggar one night as we slept back to back. I was feeling particularly horny and was not quite prepared to risk myself in a yet known town. I have been here only three days. I had yet to explore all possible hiding places, namely that abandoned building out passed the market area. 'What is it?' He responded to me half asleep, scratchign some weyward itch. I asked if he wanted to have a fuck. The Imperial was obviously put off, beggar or not. I than offered a good amount of coin if he just lent me his asshole for a while. He became a bit less reluctant after. It wasn't relaly something I could help. With no decent female around to deposit my seed in, so I hadda make due. I rolled around to look to the old beggar, who wisely kept his back to me. I told him to roll on his stomach, preferably on his hands and knees. He did so. I lowered his pants, and was a bit hesitant. I had to remember that mammals had their cocks and balls hanging out in fleshy sacks. After releasing a disgusted hiss I grabbed the old beggar's hips and began to ground my hips against his backside. He was stiff and clearly has never done such a thing before. Like I cared, he accepted the deal. I had continued to grind my hips agianst him until my slit finally swelled and parted, freeing my hard cock from its internal prison. I would never understand why mammals would grow to have their junk hanging out so openly. That was just one more weakness to add ontop of their softskin and disease ridden bodies. Saxhleel as myself were little bothered by sickness, unless it was a sickness of unnatural standing... like Imperial-born vampirism. I felt the pointed tip of my cock cry pre-cum as I rubbed the rock-hard rod of flesh between the old beggar's ass cheeks. I gripped his ass cheeks and and rubbed as much as I could over his puckered entrance. If it was his first go, it was gunna hurt like a bitch, and I honestly couldn't find it in me at the time to care. I just wanted a warm hole, and fast. I couldn't take much of that grinding for long, cause before I knew it my head had been sucked into that hot, tight paradise. I knew I was hissing up a storm, the warm reverberating feeling in my chest only spurred me on. I could hear the old man groan in pain and moan out at the intrusion, but if he didn't want it he wouldn't have said yes. It was jsut nice having that hot tunnel fist around my aching cock. I hadn't had a release in a while, if you can count that barely conscious Imperial many days earlier. It didn't take much for me to start driving into that old man's hole. I'm not sure if he eventually found it pleasureable or not, but having something as big and thick as me in you, you'd cum too, hell I'd cum if I could shove my cock up my ass, but I can't, that's what he's there for, right? I could barely remember that night, don't know how long I stayed in that old man, I know he was limp and his belly was covered in his own cum by the end of it. My cock had released its load into his dead-end tunnel. Too bad he didn't have any eggs to fertilize, my boys would have liked that. I was no heartless brute though. I stayed in the old man after I finished and rolled us onto our sides. I kept my cock plugged in his ass, instinct mostly, making sure my seed took. I reached around his already cum soaked cock and took it in my hand, being careful of my claws. For an old Imperial man he was pretty tough. He was rock hard again in moments. I felt his tight ass pulsing around my cock as I stimulated his fleshy little cock. I used my other hand to fondle that scrotum sack, Imperials liked it beign touched right? Had to have been cause he was fucking my fist like no tomorrow would come. I couldn't much help myself and started humping his hole, which still had my cock tightly nestled in it. All his muscles throbbing like that got me going agian. I pushed into him, driving my head as deep as it would go. He was moaning pretty loud, only hoped no one would call the guards on disturbing the peace or some shit. I made that old man cum pretty hard, cause his ass tightened around my cock hard enough that I came again. I released his quickly limping cock (still amazes me they keep theirs on the outside, reckless and freaky if you ask me) and grabbed his hips, not even caring if my claws dug into him. I thrust unto his tight ass, my instincts to breed buzzing and wanting me to drive deep into that willing hole. Man I came hard, I know I did cause a good weight of that cum spurted right out his ass and all over my slit. The old man mentioned something interesting to me though. After a good fuck, seems he was loose as all Oblivion and decided to tip me on this group that may be jsut up my alley. He had been watching me try and get that cowl from that damned Orc, and knew that most the shit I sold to her wasn't really just from the ruins.... Told me about some group called the Thief's Guild, figured it was something I could get behind and make a quick shilling. So it wasn't all bad eh? I gave the old man one last fuck before I decided to go to sleep. My cock stayed nestled in that tight ass all night. Not that I was being sentimental, just had to make sure bitch took my seed. Instinct, just instinct.

Prolouge by Nequ

#1 of Shifties - Annabelle, aged five, lay in bed as her mother pulled the ruffled sheets up around her. "Tell me a story, Mommy," she whispered. "Tell me about the Shifties." "All right," her mother said, in a hurry to get back to _Fresh Prince_. "Once upon a time, there was a witch. The witch

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Annabelle, aged five, lay in bed as her mother pulled the ruffled sheets up around her. "Tell me a story, Mommy," she whispered. "Tell me about the Shifties." "All right," her mother said, in a hurry to get back to *Fresh Prince*. "Once upon a time, there was a witch. The witch lived in a little cottage in a small town, and the people of the town respected her. Then, one day, an inconsiderate youing man threw mud on her, and he set his dog on her. The witch, defiled and humiliated, descended to the darkest, dankest corner of her basement, and took her most vile book of spells. So great was her ire, that she chose the most terrible spell in the book, the one which would cleave together two beings into one flesh, and turn their mind to that of the basest animal, thinking only of food and the rut." "And then what happened?" asked Anna, though she knew the story well. "The witch, still furious, paid a visit to the boy, whose parents had informed him of the ways and practices of witches in the intervening time, leaving him trembling with fear, and his dog trembling sympathetically. The parents offered repatriations, apoligies, but the witch was jealous and vengeful, caring only for her revenge, and not overmuch concerned about sparing his parents, should they bar her. Eventually, they stood aside, and let her have at their son. All were weeping; the parents with impending loss, the witch with rage, and the young man with fear and regret. The witch spoke the words, plumbed on the depths of her power, and found them sufficient, barely, for her great working." Annabelle had bit her lower lip, and pulled the sheets up to her chin. "She miscalculated" said her mother with a wry smile. "The spell was made to cleave together two male or two female creatures. The dog was female. The resulting being was neither man nor bitch, but an infernal mix of the two, with a female figure, and a male's prong in addition to its own black lips. As the witch, weakened, thought for the first time about the consequences of her actions, the creature rose from the floor. It turned and leaped upon what had been its parents with savage lust. It tore the cloth from its once-mother's hips and forced itself upon her. Before the witch's horrified eyes, the woman grew fur, emitting a hideous keening laugh as her head grew, lengthened, and was human no more. Adding horror to horror, a massive length grew from just above the woman's own moist sex. She was now a creature somewhat identical to her son, barring the graying hairs, and slightly more lupine shape. Wasting no time they both turned on the man shrinking from them in the corner, moisture dripping from their lips onto him. He looked into their eyes, and where he had once seen love, he saw only overpowering, infectious lust. He began to scream. "The witch fled. "Returning to her house, she sought desperately for some way to change what she had done. There was none. This was a situation unprecedented in written history, and she found herself at a loss. The only thing she could do was send word to the ones who had trained her, asking for all possible aid, and cast a spell which should hopefolly protect her from any infection, should they manage to overpower her. Sadly, there was scarcely any magical barrier which could stop them; the only thing which could harm creatures born of magic was cold iron, and the only barrier that they could not cross would be that made of iron, or running water. Arming herself with her sword, a pencil, and paper, she made her way, cursing her impetuousness, to roof of the town baths. "The town was an orgy. "As far as she could see, there was naught but coupling. Maidens being bent rudely over fences, children, even the clergy seemed to be vunerable to the strange creatures. "*What have I done?* she asked herself. "She began to take notes. Children, even babies, once violated violated would mature in minutes; she saw one fleeing mother pounced upon by a wolf, changed into a strange cat-creature, and then drive herself into her baby. The baby stopped crying and instead screamed with pain, and then...something else. Its limbs shot out, and it was covered in fur, becoming some sort of maneless lion. It then reciprocated it's mother's twisted affections, to be joined minutes later by the wolf. The witch turned her head away, unable to bear watching such perversion. Unfortunately, this was the least of what her horrified eyes saw. Eventually, she simply fell asleep. "The mages' council arrived by air the next day, to find their most promising student sleeping on a rooftop, with hundreds of the creatures staring up at her with hungry eyes. A quick vote was taken, and it was agreed to try a spell which had been, previously, a myth. The necessary materials were procured from the area, not without some difficulty. A portal, requiring the strength of all present, was opened. The magic of the spell was such that it would only draw the creatures in. So prodigious was the effort, that the magicians were nearly killed." "And?" "I'll tell you when you're older." said her mother, with a remarkable amount of irony. She kissed Annabelle on the forehead, crossed to the door, and turned off the light."Good night, honey." Years later, Anna would realize that the story was totally inappropriate for a five-year old.

Siara's New Beginning by Tafari

#1 of The Story Of The Nemrock Girl - © Tafari - All rights reserved The Story of the Savannah - Siara's new beginning The day was hot, the sun at its highest and water would not be found within a few hundred Kilometres of where Siara stood. The young lioness was sat beneath a cool tree amongst the

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© Tafari - All rights reserved The Story of the Savannah - Siara's new beginning The day was hot, the sun at its highest and water would not be found within a few hundred Kilometres of where Siara stood. The young lioness was sat beneath a cool tree amongst the blazing dead plains of the Savannah to take a breath from her long journey. Siara had no choice being alone; she never wanted any of this. She once had everything, a caring family full of sisters, brothers and two loving parents until that one day took it from her, leaving her with nothing... no one. This is Siara's story: - 4 Months ago A cool breeze passed over Nemrock, a tall dome shaped ancient stone, riddled with trees and vegetation, not to mention the number of caves. The sun began to rise over the glowing horizon making everything glow in the beauty. The lions of Nemrock would always be awake just before the golden god of the Savannah rose. Siara on this day had slept past sun rise for the first time since her birth. The girl found it a weird sensation to her as her eyes were strained from the invading beams of light hitting her eyes from the cracks in the cave roof. The young lioness rose to her feet and gave an enormous stretch and yawn, waking her up enough to make her way into the heat of the early morning sun. Siara was a young and beautiful lioness. She stood tall for her age and also slender making her very agile in hunting. She wasn't very old but was nearing maturity yet still at the end of her cub hood. Her assets were pretty much developed as well as many other things. She wore a loin cloth made from antelope hide to cover her graceful young figure. The lionesses eyes were piecing and could attract the most attractive males in the lands. As the girl walked down Nemrock towards the lions meeting grounds she feels a little uneasy, something was not right today. The thought soon passed as she saw her family laying there in the meadow at the foot of mighty Nemrock. A smile beamed across her face as she ran to the pride. Two lion cubs were play fighting on top of what was a fallen tree, about the size of your average oak tree. Their names were Kai and Cumba; these were Siara's brothers of whom she loved very dearly. Cumba lost his footing and took a short but quick fall to the meadow floor, making Siara giggle somewhat. Her father and mother turning around to see the beauty of their daughter awake. "Siara... my, you are awake awfully late. Is anything the matter my darling?" Siara's mother asked. "... I don't think so; it must just be the hormones of my age. I am sorry Mother; I do not mean to be disrespectful of Father and yourself..." Siara returned to her mother, a little worried if she was in a spot of trouble. Her mother laughed at Siara and smiled, "Its ok my Baby girl, your Father and I both know that our girl is going through changes" Siara gave a small sigh of relief and made her way down to sit at the foot of her parents. She looked up to her Father who seemed to looking out over the plains, watching for unwanted guests. Siara's father was not a lion to mess with, you could say that is why he King of the Nemrock plains. The tall lion stood proud as his golden fur blew calmly in the early morning breeze. He had not much history, nor many secrets to keep. He was one to keep his word and to protect his pride at all costs. "It just better not be a common occurrence Siara..." the tall lion then commanded down to Siara, who was standing on a proud rock. "Yes Father, I am sorry" Siara apologised in return to her Father. She turned her gaze to her two brothers who seemed to be making their way towards their sister. "Sister! You're wakey! I and Cumba were getting bored of just fighting on our big mean tree! We wanted our big strong sis to fight with" Said Kai, making Siara laugh out loud. The young lioness was about twice the size of the two little cubs and she was almost a mature lioness by now. However, she loved to play fight with them a lot as she felt it helped keep them active. "Sorry Kai and Cumba, I don't know what was with me this morning... I must have just been tired from Father taking me hungry last night..." informed Kai "but tell you what, let me go grab some breakfast and I will be ready to have a match, what do you think?" Kai and Cumba's smiles spread across theirs faces quicker than a cheater after its prey "Oh yes! Hurry!" Siara made her way off in to the cool depths of the Nemrock caves to eat her share of breakfast caught in the early hours of the morning by her Father. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck rose with a chill like cold water. The lioness shook her head rapidly until the chill went. Siara started to have thoughts going through her head as she left the cave, making her way back towards her brothers. Her Mother caught a look of worry upon her daughters face and notified her father. Meanwhile Kai and Cumba ran up to Siara and pounced her to the ground, taking her by surprise. Siara burst out with laughter as she looked at the two lion cubs pinning her down by her shoulders. Kai and Cumba were taken by surprise as she rolled over and pinned each of them with both of her paws, making them unable to move. "One day guys, Dad will teach you that trick..." She smirked at them, leaving them in anticipation of a future lesson from their father. "Everyone, I need you to listen... The scouts of the pride have given me some information that is not good. We seem to have some unwelcome guests on our lands... a lot of them" shouted her Father from the tall rock, Siara's ears perked up as well as the rest of the prides. "... in fact, I don't think there is enough of us to make any sort of retaliation if we were attacked. "Therefore, myself and a few other light footed females are going to try and either take them out quietly or try and fool them in to a trap... " Siara couldn't believe what she was hearing at all, her ears twitched. A few minutes ago the entire pride seemed at harmony. Her Father did not seem to flinch at all when she fist set eyes on him when she awoke. The lioness's attention was drawn to a small lioness standing to the side of her father as she began to speak. Her name was Viorian; she was the lioness in charge of scouts and infiltrators of the pride. "Morning my fellow Pride members, our intelligence is accurate enough to make a decision on how to act. We will not be able to flee as they will only catch our scent, our King and myself thought It was best if were attacked, then on the ground we know." Viorian shouted so all could hear "therefore, we must all stay. A team of lionesses and the king must leave after this announcement to make our attack on the intruders so I make the briefing to you all quick. We need all non fighting pride members to make their way inside the safety of Nemrock, there your scents should be concealed and give the enemy a harder job to find you... any members wishing to aid the attack may step forward now..." The meadow stood silent, heads turned to see who would step forward. Siara went to step up but her mother pulled her back, whispering in to her ear "This is a fight you will not win my baby girl..." "... No more Volunteers? Then we must depart... be safe everyone and dear god, we hope to see you again!" Viorian wished to the remaining pride members. The King and his lioness run over the hill towards to the enemies' location... "DAD!!...No!" Siara shouted and ran as fast as she could to the top of the hill where her father had just departed from. By the time she got there, her Father was gone in to the long grass of the Savannah plains. Siara thought to herself, she did not even get a good bye to her father. Thoughts started ripping though her mind of what was coming their way. They all didn't even know what the enemy was!? Was it feline, Canine? She did not actually want to know. Her mother approached her from behind, "This is going to be a difficult time for us Siara; we need to get inside of Nemrock fast as your Father and Viorian say's..." Her mother spoke, Siara looking over her shoulder to her and pauses for a few seconds. "Yes Mother... Dad needs us to do what he says" Siara replied to her mother, looking back down from the hill to Nemrock, seeing all the pride taking shelter inside the strong walls of the ancient natural structure. Siara and her Mother made their way back in to the rock, entering the cool dark space Echoes bounced off the walls with the sound of lions paw steps. Her mother ran forward and took lead of the pride. A small narrow corridor of rock, nearly vertical appeared before them. Siara's Mother led them all down in to the secret depths of Nemrock, where the light never shone and weird creatures lived. "Everyone, its best to get some sleep... we may need the energy for the next few days" Siara's mother spoke softly. The Pride all took a space on the floor to sleep upon. Siara leaned against a wall with her brothers, shortly joined by her mother gradually falling asleep..... HOURS PASSED Siara awoke in the darkness of the cave; she could not tell if her eyes were open or closed. It was quiet... to quiet. She tightened her arms around her brothers but only to find they were not there. Siara leapt up in a flash and turned around to look at wall, just seeing enough to see her family was not there. "KAI! MOTHER! CUMBA...EVERYO..." Siara shouted before being grabbed from behind and dragged to the other side of the dark cave. The lioness shivered with immense fear, feeling a very strong arm around her neck and a tall figure behind her. Her mouth was covered by a large paw before a deep dark voice spoke quietly in to her ear. "If you want to live... then you will submit yourself to us... or you will end up like your family" The mysterious figure whispered and lets her speak "...What...Where's my family...? Who are you? Where is the Pride?" she questioned before being silenced again. "Now now, your family are in a more... peaceful place now. You can join them if you want, or live with us..." He spoke again. "Come on; let's take a look outside then at the others" Siara's mind was spinning with questions that she wanted to know the answer for right then, but she could not speak. The tall dark figure slung the lioness over his shoulder so he could climb out of the Nemrock caves and in to the twilight of the evening. Her eyes saw blood on the cave floor as she was taken out and believes to know the fate of her family already, as well as the entire pride. The tall dark figure emerges from the cave along with Siara. She can only see the back of him but she sees she is quite high. He slings her down on to the floor and is suddenly taken a hold of by two small dark male lions. Finally, she gets a chance to look upon her captor. "Oh my...god..." Siara says in shock and fear. She looks up at an eight foot tall alpha lion, all black fur and dark black eyes peering down at her. His figure was covered in pure lean muscle and Siara immediately knew that he was the leader. The alpha turns around to speak to his people... "Look's like we have a live young female my Pride!" He shouted, a dark field of lions roared in front him. Eyes all looked up on the only golden furred lion around. "Your pride was foolish to think they could survive an attack from us... especially when we out number them by double! But hopefully, you have sense not to attack now... especially when you're so young and... beautiful" He winked... "STAY AWAY!" Siara shouted at him and tried to wriggle free of the two lions grips but they were too strong. "Oh my dear, you don't have a lot of choice do you?" He smirked and gave a giggle "Our Pride has been with out a female for more than 5 years... I think you can guess how we all feel right now" The alpha said to Siara while pacing a meters. "Now, you have a choice my dear... become our pride female and we will let you live... or die with your pride..." Siara sat there, she had no choice. A tear ran down a cheek as she looked up to the tall alpha that had no pity for her. The smell of blood was still strong in the twilight air. Yet she thought "...but you're a pride full of males... how are you even a pride!" He laughed at her question "We are more logical than most prides rather than traditional, we have changed the rules... Most of us are brothers but we found out over time... a pride full of males is just unstoppable against one with just one. The lack of a female does cause certain issues though, mainly fights." He peers in to space for a second "So... have you made your choice!?" She thinks and looks to the floor before sighing. Siara closes her eyes and admits defeat "I am yours..." A smirk spreads across the lions face and lowers himself to her level. "My my... have we got much in store for you..." TO BE CONTINUED © Tafari - All rights reserved

Lion King : Pride United part 5 by lionkingmaster

Kiara and jewel finally square off - In the grasslands where jewel and  kiara fight  for karo In the grasslands Action:Jewel hits kiara in the chest and kiara slides back.Kiara try's to pin jewel and jewel swipes kiara's feet and kiara falls. Kiara stands with extreme hatred. Jewel swipes at kiaras

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In the grasslands where jewel and kiara fight for karo In the grasslands Action:Jewel hits kiara in the chest and kiara slides back.Kiara try's to pin jewel and jewel swipes kiara's feet and kiara falls. Kiara stands with extreme hatred. Jewel swipes at kiaras face kiara moves out of way and bites jewels leg jewel falls bleeding from her leg.(Jewel's thoughts:Damn what do i do now).Jewel jumps and headbuts kiara's neck and a crack sounded and kiara roar's in pain. Jewel stands over kiara with a worried look. Kiara swiped jewel's neck and cuts deep. Jewel moans and falls hard. Nala looks in horror. Jewel's mother walk's in the arena to retreve jewel. Jewel's mom valtry see's the gash and growls shelooks at kiara and crouches to attack. Nala rush's in to guard her fallen daughter. Don't you dare touch her. Step aside Sister.(The lionesses gasp). You will not harm my daughter. Move or i'll kill you to.(Nala bear's her teeth and retracts her claws Valtry squares up with nala and before they could charge a roar shakes the ground)Stop fighting(karo walks in the circle).Both of you are to good for this valtry i love your daughter. But i can't let you kill my mother. Move prince. Yea move karo. I'll take you both on if you can't stop. As you wish prince.(Both nala and valtry jump on karo,Karo's heart beats faster and his eye's turn red)If you want to fight lets fight(Nala try's to pin karo and with one turn karo pinned both of them)STOP...(Both lionesses shake in fear).You need to calm down karo. You want me to calm down but you attacked me.(Nala stares into karo's glowing eye's)Karo calm down.(Karo turns around and see's jewel)Please stop calm down.(Karo's eye's turn regular and his heart calms just then valtry pinned karo)Mom stop get off of him.(valtry growls and strikes at karo... End of part 5 please comment

MoonLight Rendezvous by Lycan Silvermoon

Moon Light Rendezvous By: Ian "Lycan" d'Entremont Copyright; 2006 It was a warm July evening. The moon was full and bright; it hung high in the dark velvet blue sky. The moon cast its light blue glow over the land. On open filed, acted like a blank canvas for the moon to paint its eerie glow upon

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Moon Light Rendezvous By: Ian "Lycan" d'Entremont Copyright; 2006 It was a warm July evening. The moon was full and bright; it hung high in the dark velvet blue sky. The moon cast its light blue glow over the land. On open filed, acted like a blank canvas for the moon to paint its eerie glow upon the earth. On the edge of this field, watching the horizon, where the earth and sky merged in infinity. A Male wolf sat and bathed in the blue light. Above him the stars danced and hung against their velvet black backdrop. A small Breeze picked up and blew along the land. It brushed against the wolf as he lifted his head. Within the winds held a scent, almost familiar to his nose. He looked down across the length of the field. At first he saw nothing but the light blue colored earth, but soon the silhouette of a figure crested the horizon. Slowly the figure moved closer, the shape of another wolf started to emerge. The wolf on the edge of the field shifted a little as the approaching wolf came close, the unknown stranger. The strange wolf came closer, and soon was in the light. Close enough so that his Grey furred body could easily be made out. He was male, and about a little over 5 feet tall. He noticed the lone wolf sitting on the edge of the woods and approached him. "Good evening." The stranger said as he came within speaking distance. "It's a lovely night to be viewing the night. Do you mind if I join you? My name is Lassander." Lassander stood in front of the wolf and waited for a reply. The wolf that sat on the edge of the woods was almost as black as the night itself. If it weren't for the moons glow, he would have blended into the darkness. He looked at Lassander and nodded. "My name is Stryker. Feel free to join me." Stryker looked up at the new wolf that wanted to join him. His eyes met with a Lassanders Golden Brown eyes. They seemed almost to glow in this light, and it kind of gave Stryker a chill, that was a mix of fear and intrigue. He looked this wolf over a little; Lassanders body was slim and toned. He, like Stryker did not wear clothing when out in the woods at night. He did notice that Lassander was looking him over as well. "Would you like to sit down?" Stryker asked shifting over on the rock he used as a chair, to allow Lassander to sit. "Thank you. I think I will." Lassander sat down next to Stryker and the two of them sat in silence for a moment. "Do you come here often?" "Only on nights that I'm not somewhere else." Stryker said it almost as if he wasn't aware of what he was saying. There was a short pause, and then Lassander started to laugh. "You have a wonderful sense of humor." Lassander said. "Yeah.. I tend to make jokes when I'm nervous." Stryker replied. Lassander looked over at him, a little smile on his muzzle. "Nervous? Do I make you Nervous Stryker?" At first, Stryker said nothing. He just sat there contemplating his thoughts. "Well you see... I am... well...." Try as he might, Stryker could simply not make the words that he wanted to say come out. Lassander Placed a paw on the wolfs shoulder, he felt Stryker tense up a little but relax quickly. "Why don't you just come out and say what's on your mind." Lassander said. Stryker took a deep breath, He turned slightly and gazed into Lassander deep Golden brown eyes. The light of the moon fell over his face and his own ice blue eyes took on an almost ghost like glow. Lassander looked into the face of Stryker, the contrast of his dark black fur and ghostly blue eyes was in Lassanders mind, a very beautiful combination. He waited patiently for what the wolf had to say. "Well to tell you the truth. I kind of think your rather cute." Stryker said. He waited for the unfavorable reply to his confession. Stryker looked at Lassander, he never broke his gaze and Lassander looked like he was neither put off by the remark, nor surprised by it either. "Oh, I see. You like the feeling of a male against you do you?" Lassander asked. Stryker lowered his head down and did not reply. He felt Lassander move and he was expecting him to leave, when he felt the warm touch of Lassanders breath on his face when the wolf kissed his cheek. Stryker looked up. "I also enjoy the warm caress of a male." Lassander said as he leaned a little closer to Stryker. "And I will admit I find you to have a very attractive body." The two wolves sat bathed in the pale blue moonlight. They looked at each other without saying a word. Lassander raised a paw and brushed it against Strykers muzzle. Stryker pulled away from it slightly. "Do you think we should be doing this? I mean we don't even know each other." Stryker said. "Dose the fact that we don't know each other really matter? I mean we are both adults are we not? And we are both physically attracted to each other are we not?" Lassander replied. "Plus I have no mate, are you mated?" "No, I am lone." Stryker replied. "Then why be afraid to explore the possibilities of what we can do? Why ignore the feelings in your body? I know your needs, as I need the same thing. We are both alive and we need the sensual touch of a male, and I know I would be very happy to have your body against mine. But if you would rather not, then I had better leave, as I know I can't just sit here without feeling you close to me." Lassander made to get up when he felt Strykers paw on his leg. "No. Please stay." Stryker said. A large smile graced the face of Lassander. Stryker started to lean forward, hesitated and then continued forward. He moved his muzzle toward Lassanders. He pressed it against his muzzle and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. Lassander placed a paw on Strykers chest and started to run his claws through the wolf fur. Stryker murred deep in his chest. Stryker moved his paw up along Lassanders leg. He let his claws trace up along the wolf's leg, letting his claw slide up along his muscles. Lassander broke the kiss and looked deep into Strykers eyes. Lassander moved a paw up and brushed the back of it against Strykers muzzle. Stryker nuzzled it gentle and closed his eyes. He re-opened them when he heard Lassander moving and felt him pull his paw away. Lassander was sliding down the rock, Stryker watched as Lassander got down on his knees in front of him, gently spreading the wolfs legs. He let his soft pink tongue slide out and move along Strykers inner leg. Moving up along and toward his groin. Stryker watched as Lassander edged ever closer to his sheath. Lassander stopped just before he reached Strykers furry sac, and looked up at him. He was smiling. Lassander leaned forward and took a deep breath through his noses, the scent of Strykers heat filled Lassanders nostrils. The scent sent shivers down through Lassanders body. He let his tongue fall out of his muzzle and slides down along Strykers sheath, which let out a long and deep murring sound. He leaned back a little and gave the wolf all the access he wanted to his readily hardening sheath Lassander let his tongue slide down and along the wolf's fuzzy balls. On the way back up, he could feel Strykers member hardening in his sheath, when he reached the top of his sheath, there he was met by the tip of Strykers cock, poking out. He stopped and licked his lips; he started to lick at Strykers tip, slowly the length of his member slide out of his sheath. Stryker closed his eyes and moaned. "Oh yeah. Oh that feels so good." He said, as Lassander teased his cock, by letting his tongue slide along it and flicking it off his tip. The salty sweet taste of his member, like fine wine in Lassanders muzzle. As Stryker enjoyed the loving attention that Lassander was giving to his member, he never noticed that he had stopped sucking him. When Stryker opened his eyes, Lassander was on all fours in front of him, with his back turned and his tail raised. He was looking back at him and grinning. "I think you know what do to." Lassander said. Stryker nodded and got down off the rock and get on his knees behind Lassander. He placed a paw on the wolf's hip and grabbed his member with the other. He pumped his saliva-slicked member and placed the top of it against Lassanders tail hole. "Are you sure that this is what you want?" Stryker asked. Lassander didn't reply, he simply rocked his hips backward and penetrated himself on Strykers cock. In the silence of the night, the sound of Lassanders voice as he let out a deep and growling moan as the thick member of the wolf penetrated deep into his body. Stryker was taken a little by surprise, but let his instincts take over. As Lassander rocked his hips backward, Stryker started to rock forward. Letting this member slide in and out of the wolf's body. Once Lassander felt that Stryker was starting to take control, he stopped rocking at let his body be taken over by the wolf on top of him. Stryker dug his claws into Lassanders hips as he rammed his cock into the wolf. Lassander growled softly as Stryker dug his claws into him, it didn't hurt, but Stryker just made him feel Feral. Stryker started to pant, as his hips rocked quicker. Lassander could feel Strykers knot starting to hit against his hole. His hips moved and faster and faster, his balls starting to slap against Lassanders body, his breath fast and quick. "OH, my god...I'm going to cum." Stryker said. "Yes, do it!" Lassander said. He wished that he could feel the pain and pleasure of Strykers knot inside him, but he knew that the wolf was going to cum in him before he would get it in and he was right. Stryker let out a deep long howl as he slammed his hips forward and released his load deep into Lassanders body. "Ugggg.... Ah...." Stryker moaned and grunted as he came. He pulled Lassanders hips back making sure that he was close to him, his knot, although not in him, was pressed tight against Lassanders tail hole. As Strykers flow ended, his body shook from the pleasure of his orgasm. Stryker laid down on Lassanders body and tried to catch his breath, Lassander looked back at him and smiled. "Did you like that?" Lassander asked "Oh yeah." Stryker panted. He leaned back letting his still semi-hard member slip out of Lassander. Both wolves gasped as Strykers member slipped out. Stryker sat back on his legs, as Lassander got up his knees and moved toward Stryker. "You did well, I really enjoyed having you inside me." Lassander said. As he kneeled before Stryker, his hard member was pointing at Strykers muzzle. Stryker didn't say a word, but took advantage of the situation and leaned forward, taking Lassanders cock into his muzzle. Stryker placed his paws on Lassanders hips and he moved his head back and forth, letting his muzzle slide up and down along Lassanders juicy cock. The taste of his pre dripped down Strykers throat, he took the wolf's cock as deep as he could. Lassander started to muzzle hump Stryker, who stopped moving his head and let Lassander thrust his member in his muzzle. "I'm not going to last long." Lassander said, as he grabbed Strykers head, Lassander tossed his head back and howled and grunted as he released a load of hot cum down Strykers throat. Stryker let out a gurgled murr as he sucked down Lassanders hot cum. Stryker opened his muzzle and took a deep breath in, the cool air rushing over Lassanders wet member cause him to shiver. He began to remove his member. Stryker closed his muzzle just before Lassander fully removed his cock and sucked hard on the wolf's tip. Lassander moaned loudly. "OH!" Lassander yelped. Stryker smiled and licked his lips. Lassander sat back on the ground and panted. The two wolves looked at each other for a moment. "Are you ok?" Lassander asked. "Yeah." Stryker replied. "I've only one problem." "What's that?" Lassander asked. "I'm going to want more of this." Stryker said. Lassander got up and sat down beside Stryker and put an arm around him. "I would love to do more with you." Lassander said. Stryker turned his head and kissed him. The two wolves embraced each other and lay down on the soft grass. They spent the night holding each other. The night over took them, and they slept. Their hearts beating in time, with the rhythm of there newly growing affection

Tales of Jasper VIII by Carousel Aether

#8 of Tales of Jasper - Jasper lived with Naila on the island for the upside of a year, and maybe as little as ten months before he actually came in contact with someone from the outside. Despite wanting to constantly be with Naila, they normally avoided having sex, though every now and again the

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Jasper lived with Naila on the island for the upside of a year, and maybe as little as ten months before he actually came in contact with someone from the outside. Despite wanting to constantly be with Naila, they normally avoided having sex, though every now and again the urge got a little overwhelming. Miss Adams had dropped off newspapers, toys, clothes, and food about once a month. Things outside of the island were up in chaos. Gliss had arrested Naila's mother for use of narcotics, and she was going to be in jail for three years. Aaron was found hanging from a noose with a note. He felt he had failed Naila as a father, and Lili as a husband. He felt he had nothing to live for and took his own life in his depression. Miss Adams had become a suspect for the disappearance of Naila and Jasper, since she was one of the only links that both of them shared. However, it seemed that Gliss had broken under the pressure and admitted that she had statutorily raped her son. Gliss was placed in prison for twenty years plus five for each year her son was missing. It seemed that everyone assumed that Naila and Jasper had run away, and no one was sure if they were together or not. Miss Adams was allowed to return to her work as a teacher after the investigation. Jasper and Naila had plenty of text books inside the cavern, as if this had been done before. They were a little dated, but teaching science, math, and English... the basics were all there. Jasper and Naila were learning faster than ever having nothing to really do, but study, and play with the few toys that Miss Adams dropped every now and again. The most recent bundle of papers revealed something very interesting. Jack's parents, had apparently gotten a group together to look for Jasper and Naila. In the article Jack promised that they would be found soon and they would be returned home. Everything going wrong only drove Naila and Jasper closer together, and their love developed more and more. Jasper was Naila's little kitten and she grew a little precocious in many ways. The day was seemingly like any other as Jasper and Naila studied in the cave, practicing math questions and learning some higher level studies. Whenever they got to go home they would be ready to skip a couple of grades, not that they would really want to. Jasper sighed heavily, and moved over to Naila getting a little bored. There was very little to do, and they had studied almost every day, just because it was all there was to do. There really wasn't much more they could get from those books, other than practice, not to mention that Miss Adams never stopped to say anything. She dropped boxes and flew away. Jasper placed his head in Naila's lap and he looked up to her as she smiled down to him, stroking his ears gently. Naila shifted position a little and she sat cross legged, rather than on her knees as Jasper nuzzled into her. He purred as Naila trailed her paws over him, and he reached up with his large paws to pet over her ears and pull her head down a little, lapping lightly at her muzzle. She graciously accepted the kiss and lifted Jasper up and pulled him more into her lap to force her wet tongue into his muzzle, their teeth clicking a little as they kissed. Even though they had clothing they did not really wear it, having no real need, since no one was on the island, and they had enough fur to cover themselves, for the most part. Jasper mewled a little into the kiss and Naila's ear flicked to the sound of large wings flapping in the distance. It seemed that Miss Adams was finally going to come in the daytime. The climate on the island hardly changed, save having a rainier season, but even then the cave sheltered the two of them. "Jazzy... I love you," Naila murred a little, smiling to him as she broke the kiss a string of saliva between the two of them before Naila wiped her maw. "I love you to Naila," he said happily sitting up and hearing the same sound as Naila, the wing beats getting closer. Naila held Jasper in her lap, pushing her developing breasts against his chest and rubbing against him a little to tease him. She did not care for any interruptions, having little desire to see Miss Adams again. She never wanted to experience being forced inside of another being again. Jasper clung a little to Naila, kneading gently against her as she held him and rubbed against him. He was well aware of her teasing and he loved to play. "Jazzy, I think we should hide," Naila whispered, rising and helping Jasper to his feet. They had gotten quite a bit of exercise, wrestling, exploring, hiking, walking, running, swimming, and having sex every so often. Naila had gotten considerably stronger and she could easily carry Jasper, anywhere if she wanted to. She loved to cradle him in her arms, being taller than him. She grew near six inches, while he only grew two or three. Naila was going to be a tall wolfess when she finished growing up. Both of them were lean and fairly muscular for being 11 and 10. Jasper had hair almost as long as Naila's and she simply adored his hair. He often had his hair tied up in a top knot and Naila tended to let her hair run free, both having hair almost down to their bottoms. Jasper nodded to Naila, agreeing with her. As much as he wanted to yell at Miss Adams, she was a dragon and she could do anything she wanted to the kids. Naila tugged on Jasper, trying to lead him out of the cave to hide, but alas, they were too late. "How are my little babies doing, now?" Felicia asked, dropping to the ground outside of the cave and eying Jasper and Naila. Anger welled up inside of both Jasper and Naila as she spoke with such a sweet voice, dropping a box on the ground. "You made daddy, die!" Naila shouted, growling, as the fur on her tail bristled. Jasper squeezed Naila and pulled her closer, "Naila... be careful." "I am sorry everything is going so bad for your families, but your dad was a drug dealer, and your mom was a cho-mo police chief," Miss Adams said looking a little hurt by Naila's words, "I am sure things will be alright here. Should I stop bringing you newspapers?" "No!" Jasper cried, wanting to still have some connection to the outside world. "Well, you dirty dragon... You are a cho-mo teacher... so what about you?" Naila asked angrily. "You are right my little baby. I have been a bad girl. If you think you can punish me, then I would be glad to receive," Miss Adams taunted, turning around and waving her tail and butt at Naila. "Naila... stop... she could squish us to death," Jasper whispered, afraid of what might happen, as tears welled up in Naila's eyes. Naila knew she was powerless against the dragoness, but it made her feel a little better to rebel. Jasper held Naila close and nuzzled into her to reassure her and he tugged her back a little. Neither were sure why their teacher had shown up to talk to them, but there was probably nothing good to be gained from it. After a moment Miss Adams reached out to Naila and Jasper with her large reptilian paw. "It has been a while since I have gotten pleasure from Jasper... I think I should have a turn, you cute little bitch," Miss Adams said shuffling closer to them and snatching Jasper away from Naila, holding her down with her other paw. "No! He is mine... Jasper is my kitten!" Naila squealed out to the overbearing dragoness as Jasper thrashed about in her paw. "Mmm... that's it scream for your little mate... I am going to use him like a toy for my aching pussy," the dragoness growled to Naila and Jasper thrashed about a little more trying to break free of her paw, not getting anywhere with it. Miss Adams lowered jasper down to her wet cunny and rubbed his head against her hot slit. The dragoness trembled in sheer pleasure at the feel of Jasper's head sliding along her lower lips and Jasper mewled out as he was drenched in her fluids already. Naila wailed beneath the dragoness paw pleading for her to let Jasper go, but she wouldn't have any such thing, sliding her little kitten toy along that greedy pussy. Jasper felt it quiver against him as the dragoness moaned with delight. "Yesssss, my little baby... keep on squirming..." the dragoness said popping Jasper's head and shoulders into her pussy, making him mewl and wriggle with the need for air. "No! No!" Naila screamed biting at the dragoness' paw, futilely. The massive dragoness popped Jasper into her pussy and started to fuck herself without a care in the world for him. She shoved his body deep inside of her, and pulled him back out, allowing him to gasp for breath, only to shove him back into those wet, hot, clenching folds. Miss Adams could hardly stand it, having not been able to please herself in so long, her orgasm coming quickly. Jasper was shoved in, pulled out, shoved in harder... his whole body flailing a little as his teacher's cum coated his entire form. He was drowning in her pheromones, his kittencock rising from the sheer naughtiness of the situation. "Mrrmmm..." Jasper mewled and growled, nearly choking on the sweet cum he was soaked in, trying his best to resist, only causing more pleasure as he rubbed against that tense inner flesh inside the dragoness. "Oh right there... baby... fuck yeah..." Miss Adams bellowed as she clutched her paw tightly around Naila and started bucking her hips hard around Jasper, fucking herself roughly with him. The dragoness moaned loudly with each thrust and let out a loud scream of ecstasy. Jasper couldn't really breathe anymore with the sheer pressure that paw around him was making and suddenly he felt those tight walls collapse on him, knocking him out completely while a massive flood of cum spilled out of the dragoness cunt. Jasper was released into her eager pussy at first the spasming of her walls sucking him up inside of her, the quivering of her pussy around him making her moan several times, despite the lack of movement. He had gotten bigger from the last time she had done it and it felt so much better. Miss Adams let Naila go, and laid back pushing Jasper out of her pussy with a spray of her cum, moaning deeply as he popped out from her tight slit. "Oh yeah... that felt so fucking amazing... Naila... I don't even need you..." the dragoness said grinning to her, and laying back as she wound down in the afterglow of that intense orgasm. Naila rushed over to Jasper and quickly peeled him out of that disgusting sea of her enemy's cum. Naila dragged him away and started to wipe as much of the excess juices off of him as she could. She learned something from that health enhancement book and she started to perform CPR on Jasper. She was only eleven, but here she was about to save her mate's life... wanting nothing more than to be away from the insane dragoness and to live a peaceful life with him. Jasper started to cough up that cum and Naila gulped it down out of his mouth. Even if Miss Adams was the enemy, her cum was delicious, and with all of those pheromones raging through the juices... Naila couldn't help but feel a little hot herself, as she started to lick at Jasper's naked body, licking up more of that sweet nectar and nuzzling into him. Jasper took a few breaths, feeling a small tongue cleaning his body and he blushed as he started to come to, looking down to Naila. He purred deeply at the sight of her simply lapping at his chest and down his sides, even over his legs. However, the dragoness responsible for the mess started to move, rising to her feet and looking to the wolf and her lynx. "Oh... that's right... Naila... drink my cum off of his body..." the teacher said with a laugh before lifting off from the ground and heading back toward the main land. Naila whimpered in defeat as she continued cleaning Jasper's body off finally stopping just before his hard kittencock. He looked down to her with a deep pink blush tinting his cheeks and he sat up, his mind in a lust driven haze from being doused in the fluid, as well as the sexy scene of his wolfess licking his body. She growled a little and climbed over him forcing her tongue into his mouth and he tasted the sweet cum on her lips. His purr deepened and in the position she was in it was easy to find her awaiting pussy. "Nah... yeah... give me some of it..." Naila whined into the kiss, moaning a little as Jasper's hard shaft ground against her hot passage. "Naila... I am sorry... I didn't want to... I was..." Jasper started apologizing to her, but was silenced as Naila forced her tongue deep into his maw and hilted herself on his rod. Jasper was eager to accept her delicious tongue and he suckled on it some, his paws running rapidly over her back. Naila moaned into his maw, each of her thrusts down met with one of his up. They had learned each other's sensitive spots, and Jasper arched himself a little to run his kittencock deep into her puppy snatch to grind against her sensitive spots. She growled heavily breaking the kiss a mess of cum and saliva linking their maws as she moaned out. She ground her hips hard against his and pinned his paws down at his sides, starting to fuck him as hard as she could, wanting her kitten's cum deep inside of her. "Give me your cum... show me, that horrible dragon does not matter..." Naila growled to him, her teeth grazing down over his neck some as he bucked up into her pussy making her moan in delight. "Naila... I-I am your kitten... I love you... only..." he mewled several broken parts up to her and she pounded his cock like a sledge hammer spiking down rail road tracks. "Cum... Jazzy... cum inside your wolf..." she moaned to him her grip tightening on his wrists as she felt herself breaking over him, his thrusts placed perfectly to her most sensitive patch in her pussy. Jasper did not answer her... though his body thrust as deep as it could inside of her tipping that horny wolfess over the edge. She howled out in orgasm as her snatch flooded around his cock and over his thighs... her twat starting to clench up along the length of his cock, pulsing as if to suck him dry. Jasper flexed his claws and arched his back as he felt his own climax break inside him, that hot seed rushing from his balls and deep into his lover's womb. He yowled in delight for her and started panting, feeling incredibly tired after that sexual encounter. He panted heavily as his back fell back to the ground, his cock throbbing inside of her and making her moan a few more times. "Yes... Jazzy... that is my kitten... my sweet love..." she whispered into his ear licking the edge and then into it a little, "I love you so much..." Naila pulled herself off of him after a moment and a mix of their love gushed out of her. She wondered if he had heard her, as he was out cold. She silently carried Jasper back to their cavern and washed him off properly, bringing some water from the spring, feeling much more content when she was full of his seed. Once she finished she curled up beside the sleeping kitten and fell asleep herself, dozing off with nothing more than the sheer love for her lovely Jasper.

Hunted Down by Philisophical_noone

#3 of Final Masterpiece - Sammy shot out of bed, his body aching. Unfortunately, it wasn't due to the with drawl. The disease was starting to affect his bones. He instantly grabbed the rabbit's throat and pinned her against a wall, "Where the hell did you find that phone?!" She was nervous and

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Sammy shot out of bed, his body aching. Unfortunately, it wasn't due to the with drawl. The disease was starting to affect his bones. He instantly grabbed the rabbit's throat and pinned her against a wall, "Where the hell did you find that phone?!" She was nervous and terrified, but the look in her eyes removed all doubt. She was innocent, "I found it in your coat! I swear! Please, don't hurt me!" He let her go then took a second look at the phone. It was clearly something made by the agency he used to work for since it received the code. Sammy sighed, "At least I still have some allies. Normally, they would just kill me. I got a warning. Lucky me." With a grunt, he picked up his things and left the home. If he smoked another cigarette, the pain would be gone and he would feel a thousand times better. However, the withdrawal would hit him like a ton of bricks. He decided to just walk it off, hoping nothing too serious happens. Something he learned from some military contacts: Hope for the best, plan for the worst. Unfortunately, his plans would be useless. His bones hurt, the EB-666 had about six more hours until it becomes safe to use again, and his vision was blurry. A child armed with a knife could take him with the element of surprise. The streets were lit up by the neon signs and crappy road lights. He could feel someone holding him up, keeping him on his feet, but he ignored it and kept moving. Suddenly, a glimmer of light on a rooftop caught his attention. Without stopping to see what it was, he took cover in a back alley just in time. The sidewalk exploded when the bullet hit it. "Damn, seems I have many more enemies than allies. This is gonna be fun." His knees cried out in pain, but it was nothing he couldn't brush off. He ran down the alley with a limp until he came to an outlet, where he saw yet another glimmer. This time, he had a plan. He jumped from wall to wall, slowly climbing the two neighboring buildings as the bullets went flying by his head. When he reached the roof, he pulled out his silenced 9mm and ducked behind a chimney. He was able to make out a reflection of the sniper's nest by looking into a water puddle. Sammy took in a few deep breaths, then in a second he turned, aimed at the sniper, and shot one time. There was no more glimmer. However, there was at least one more, probably two since that was usually how the agency worked. Have a triangle around the area to close off any exits and pick off the target when the opportunity arose. Sammy smiled since he knew everything, and was the teacher for most of the agency. It was so easy, he decided to make it his goal to take all of them out. Unfortunately, the only way to find their hidden positions was either walking out in the open and hoping for the best, or hoping the one he killed had some sort of information on him. it was worth a shot, so Sammy climbed down the fire escape and cautiously made his way to the other building. Every step was agonizing. He climbed up that fire escape and found the sniper. He was still alive, but barely. His armor was not that of the agency's, but it was similar. They hired a contractor to take him out. Apparently Sammy still had many allies. He went to check the dying dog's body when he reached up and grabbed his shirt. Sammy was about to pull out his gun, but stopped when the dog took off his helmet. Of course, Sammy then knew it was a girl. "You... you you are the one they call the Right Hand of God, aren't you?" her voice trembled. Sammy sighed, "I haven't heard that in a while, but I guess I was called that at one time. You look like you want to ask me something." She was getting very pale, "Y-yes. They... they killed... killed my family. Disguise... get close to you... ask you for help." "Well," Sammy rubbed his chin, "most people just come up to me and ask. Shooting at me with a high powered rifle is a new one. Hurry, before you die." Her head went limp, "Kill... Drakoth. Kill... murderer..." then she was no more. Drakoth was the leader of the agency Sammy once belonged to. He was ruthless, and would kill a target just as quickly as he would kill a member of his own family. Sammy had his eyes on him for a while, and often thought about the different ways to kill him. Since he was diagnosed with the disease, he has chosen his methods. "I'm gonna die anyway, why not take a few more to hell with me? Hmm... only problem is that I helped secure headquarters. Not even I could sneak in. Heh, this is gonna be a fun day after all." He left the body of the sniper on the roof as he dropped to the ground twenty feet down. He had a natural high, and didn't even notice the pain in his leg. A click, and Sammy turned around. It was her, the assassin codenamed Psycho Bitch. The one who had helped him earlier. She was pointing a gun at his head. There were visible tears in her eyes, but her hand did not shake. Drakath knew things before most people could speak, so obviously he would know that someone wanted to hire Sammy to kill him. This was his response, "I'm sorry." she said as she pulled the trigger. It felt as though a brick had hit him in the head, but there was no pain. The sky swirled above him as he hit the pavement. The bullet went directly into his brain, but he didn't die. Something was keeping him alive, and it wasn't the EB-666. His vision blurred and he went back to the brightly lit room, with the two white wicker chairs with a tiny table in between. Just like before, he sat in one, and hoped with all his might that Karma would come back. She did and had her light-hearted smile on her beautiful face. She sat down and just stared at Sammy. "Now is not your time." "Yeah, I know. But there isn't much I can do now, is there? I don't have any real options open to me. Last I checked there was a bullet in my brain. You have any ideas?" He was stressed out, but not angry. Any time she was around, he practically melted and became harmless. "You must open it. The gift I gave to you before I died. Inside is everything you will need to finish your final mission. But first, you must not fear your own creation. Embrace it, use it as a weapon. You are not it's tool, but it is your tool. I remember you telling me that when you die, it will be by your own hand. I... I don't want you to join me, because that will mean your death, but it will bring us together once again. You never were one for abandoning a request." she smiled as Karma and the room faded away. She was right, EB-666 was very dangerous, but he was about to die anyway, so there was no risk. He woke up n the pavement and just laughed. He could tell that she was still standing there with the gun in her hand, and forced himself to his feet. He stumbled, and felt like a zombie. She was terrified, and shot three more times into his chest. However, Sammy stayed on his feet and laughed even harder. "Why? Why aren't you dead?!" Sammy was still laughing, "I still have some things I need to do. If you'll excuse me." he bowed and twirled his hand, trying to act fancy. She shot him five more times, emptying her clip. Sammy pulled out a different case than before, and inside were two syringes filed with a green liquid. He pulled one out, put the case away, the injected himself. His wounds healed instantaneously, and the bullets fell out of his body. "I only have a few hours left, so I'm gonna use them to the fullest. Get in my way again, and I'll kill you as warm up." She was scared, but stood firm, "No. I will kill you. I do not fail my missions. Even when I had to kill Karma, I didn't-" "What?" "Uh, nothing. Forget I said anything." Sammy heard her clearly, but wanted her to admit it again. There went her first and only chance of living. She was going to die. "Heh, say hello to Drakath when I send him to you!" he growled. Sammy charged at her, the injection of concentrated EB-666 making him into a super powered being. She fired blindly at him, but the bullets moved slowly and were easy to dodge. When he was face-to-face with her, he grabbed her throat and lifted her off of the ground. She squirmed and screamed, but this did not alter Sammy's plans. "You took from me the only one who ever made me happy. You killed her knowing that we were close. I won't kill you quickly, I'm going to watch you suffer." She opened her mouth, but there was no sound. In fact, there was no sound coming from anywhere. He was focused on this demon. Hands came into view and tried to pull her away from Sammy's grasp, but to no avail. He was sure that they were hitting him on the back, but he felt nothing. This wasn't EB-666, and this wasn't the disease. It was a combination. According to the doctor, his last moments would be serene. The EB-666 injection concentrated him enough so that he could focus. He had less than an hour left to live. He smiled at her, then said, "Sorry, but I haven't got all day." he twitched his ear then flicked his wrist, snapping her neck. Sammy turned and pushed through the people now crowding the alley way. There were two police cars at the end, with four officers pointing their guns at him. He couldn't hear their demands, or even the sirens. "I haven't got time to play!" for some reason, he could still hear his voice. He pulled out his pistol and shot each officer in the arm. Nothing fatal, but enough to make them give up. He reached one of their cars and hopped in. He revved the engine once, then shot forward. There were red lights and traffic up ahead, but that didn't slow him down. He popped up on the sidewalk and mowed down everything in his path. He was going to die, but not without finishing up his request. There was no reward, no glory, but he didn't care. He had no intention of asking for those. However, he wanted to see Drakath's face twisted in pain before he went. He was the one who ordered Karma's death. He was the one responsible for his depression. It was kind of funny, as Drakath wanted the EB-666 so it could be modified for daily use. Unfortunately, he killed the only one Sammy cared about, effectively destroying any hope of getting the formula. Sammy laughed at the thought, then ran into a police blockade no more than three hundred yards from Drakath's mansion. Everyone knew that he had the police in his pocket, but this was overkill. There were four standard cars, two SWAT vans, and a helicopter. Every one of them was wearing body armor and had some sort of rifle. They were yelling out something, but Sammy couldn't hear anything. He just stepped on the gas and drove head first into the crowd. He knew he was going to survive, but they didn't have a chance. No mindless slave was going to stand in his way, and he made that a point. He slammed through the center of the blockade, easily killing ten cops and destroying both his car and two of theirs. He jumped out and started running towards the mansion as fast as he could. It was going to end here.

De-Evolution - NaNo Day 17 by Eirene Crimsonpelt

#61 of De-Evolution So anyway, masteraaran and I are hard at work on our NaNo story for this year. Day 17: 3,754 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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No matter what, Marco would be there to support her. He didn't want to leave her alone, with anyone, for too long. It was just his instinct. He saw how much it had bothered her, and how much it had taken to get her to release those fears. He smiled back at her when she turned to look up at him, and his fingers brushed her shoulder again, just touching softly. "Alright," he said softly. "Let's finish up whatever we have to do and then eat dinner. I'm hungry." He grinned. His words broke the dead silence, and the tension, as Tisha started to chuckle, then laugh. After a couple minutes, she gasped out, "And you were saying, not that long ago, that you weren't hungry!" Stepping back, she looked into the smokehouse, then barred the door from outside, making sure that nothing could get into the large building to get at the smoking deer inside. "I think we're done for now, but in the morning, I need those hides brought up to the house. I want to get started on them. And I guess I was cooking again tonight?" Both of the boys nodded at her guess and then grinned. Marco broke out into chuckles as well, and then they stepped back to let her shut the door. Now that the tension had been broken, they all turned and headed for the house. "Had I known I would be mashing brains this evening, I would have waited to wash until I was done." He grinned at the two of them, as they stepped up onto the porch and headed inside. Tisha grinned at his statement, shaking her head. "But we were up there *then*, not after the brain-mashing. Besides, you rinsed off in that bucket. And you can wash off at the creek while the two of you get me some water. I need one bucket left empty all night, and tomorrow morning, I want the stove cleaned out of ashes into the dry bucket, before new wood gets put in and the fire for breakfast gets started. And since I'm cooking dinner tonight, one of you gets breakfast in the morning. And since Marco is usually up with me in the mornings, he can clean out the stove before I make coffee. Or it can get cleaned *now*." Marco laughed at her and shook his head. She could certainly be a drill sergeant when she needed to be. He held up his hand and grinned, "I'm sleeping in tomorrow." Then stuck his tongue out, "I'll clean it after you make dinner tonight before we go to bed. Might as well do it and get the work done." He shrugged, then walked over to his pair of buckets and picked them up, "I'll be back." Black Elk picked up his pair as well and they carried the four of them down to the creek. Marco washed off like she had suggested and then they filled the buckets. They watered the horses then, before carrying the full buckets back to the house and setting them down for her. Tisha shook her head at his antics, then sat down in the kitchen, rummaging through the wild vegetables they'd gathered today, and separating them into piles before pulling out a few cans of the vienna sausages, a few more of spam, and then started cutting the meat off the rabbits. They'd need to start culling the rabbit dens while rabbit was still good to eat. They'd need the meat at least until they could get herds of animals up here to raise for food. The meat went into a pot, and as they returned with the full buckets, she poured part of one into the pot. The wild vegetables went into the remaining water so she could get the dirt off them before adding them to the pot for dinner. "The other buckets will be for dishes tonight. But I still need a *dry* bucket for the ashes. I need the ashes for tanning. That's the other reason I wanted them pulled out before we started a new fire in the stove. Once they get hot, it won't be easy to put them into the bucket until they cool off." The sun was setting, and she picked up a couple of the oil lamps and lit them, giving the room a soft, warm glow as she worked on their dinner, while leaving the two of them to figure out how to get a dry bucket and clean the stove out before putting in fresh wood for the fire to cook dinner. "D'oh!" Marco said with a laugh, hitting his head with the palm of his hand. "Stupid! I should have carried only half the load!" He grinned and shook his head. "Alright, let's see. I could dump it over Black Elk's head," he laughed. "Really though, I'll go give the garden some more water." He picked up one of the buckets and carried it back out the door, heading across the lawn to the garden and gently giving the new seedlings some much needed water. He returned a short while later with the empty bucket, "If we have a towel I'll dry it out....then I can clean the stove and we can start the new fire." Tisha grinned and nodded. "Upstairs in the hallway. The linen closet has more towels than what I grabbed to bring up here. We always had a set each that we used to travel from the city to here with. But we kept three sets per person up here." Her hands were in the water, rinsing off the wild onions at the moment, before pulling them up from the water and looking them over in the dimming light. Putting them on the cutting board on the table, she cut the bulbs off, removing the tendril-like roots from them, then cut them up and put them into the pot before chopping the length up and adding the green shoots to the pot. Looking up at Black Elk, she said, "Grab me one can of carrots and two cans of diced potatoes, please." Marco walked upstairs to the hall linen closet and grabbed one of the towels he saw folded up in there. He carried it back down and began to towel out the bucket. Black Elk headed to the pantry and pulled out the three cans that she asked for, then brought them back and got out the can opener as well, "Working in a kitchen." He said with a grin and a cluck of his tongue, "Who ever heard of the future chief of the Lakota working in a kitchen." He grinned. Marco laughed and took the now dry bucket over to the stove, "Do you have like a shovel or a scoop or something to use for this? I don't fancy getting my paws all sooty before dinner." Tisha laughed at Black Elk's words. "It could be worse. You could be working in the kitchen scrubbing everything clean. Or you could be working the stables, shoveling shit." Her eyes drifted to Marco and she just watched the rippling of his fur over his muscles while he dried out the bucket. "Under the sink is where we keep the ash shovel. It's not that large, so you'll have to scoop and dump rather often, but it does have a hand, or - in your case - paw, guard. Of course, I won't be minding the view of you bending over or the view of your muscles rippling under your fur." He laughed again and walked over to the sink, opening the door below it and taking out the small scooper that they had in there to get the ash out of the stove. He went over and knelt on the floor, opening the front of the wood stove and lifting the bucket to the lip of it. He reached in and scooped out a large pile of ash, dumping it into the bucket, then repeated, over and over. Tisha kept to her word, her eyes never leaving Marco as he cleaned out the stove of the wood ashes. Their meeting, just at her lowest moment, was so crucial to her current state of sanity. She had no clue what she would have done had she not met him when she had. Rising to her feet, she took a step towards him, then leaned over him, and kissing his nose as he looked up at her. "I love you, Marco." Marco smiled over at her as she came up to him. He raised his eyebrows and then smiled when she kissed his nose. "I love you too darling," he said warmly, reaching back in a moment later to scoop a couple more piles of soot out of the stove and into the bucket."I think you love my muscles, personally." He grinned, then stuck his tongue out at her and said, "This is almost finished." Tisha laughed and grinned mischievously. "I could wax poetic on those muscles of yours, Marco, but you have a good head on your shoulders too, and a warm, caring heart." Moving back to the table, she finished chopping the items she needed for their dinner, then added the domestic, orange carrots, right along with the wild, white carrots. Finally, she added the potatoes and lifted the pot to the table. She waited for Marco to finish with the ashes, then looked to both of the males. "The ashes can go next to the door, and fresh wood added to the stove. Once we get a fire going, I'll get the pot on the stove and coffee started, then we can move things around for dirty water and clean water. We'll start recycling the dish water on the plants in the garden and the ones we still need to plant around the house." Marco chuckled softly, but his heart beat a bit faster as she told him what she thought of him. He looked away and into the stove, digging about to finish with the last of the wood ashes that were there, before he pulled back and stood up. He put the shovel back under the sink, then carried the full bucket of ash to the door. He walked out onto the back porch then, and picked up several pieces of wood to bring back in and arrange in the stove. Tisha knew she'd surprised Marco with her words, but she hoped it was in a good way. His silence wasn't helping her know how he felt about what she'd said, especially with how he'd turned back to the task at hand. Sighing softly, she sat down, waiting for the fire to get started up on the stove, then got up again, pulling out another pot for the water to heat for the dishes. That freed up one bucket to start draining the sinks into it, one at a time, so the cooler water could be added to the sinks before the hot water. He might not have really known how to respond to compliments like that. No woman had ever told him anything like that before. He took the time while he was out getting the wood to clear his thoughts, and once he came back inside and got the fire going, he watched her working on the pots and pans that they needed to do all the various chores that evening. When she had her back turned to him, he walked up behind her and put his hands on her waist, whispering, "Thank you..." She leaned back against him, rubbing herself against his soft pelt before tilting her head to the side and pressing her lips against his. As she kissed him, she whispered back, "You're more than welcome, love. But I did nothing more than speak the truth." One thing she had noticed was that when she and Marco were in a loving mood, everyone else... well, since they really got caught up in the love they felt, everyone else meant just Black Elk... faded into the background. It wasn't something they did on purpose, and she knew her friend knew that. Giving Marco a wry smile, she gave him another quick kiss, then looked at Black Elk as he put their dinner and the coffee pot on the stove. "The dish water can wait. But hungry folks need food first," he said with a chuckle. Marco's paws rubbed against her sides, up and down along her ribs as she pushed back into him and looked up at his face. He leaned over and brushed his tongue over her lips and then they met. He nodded, "I know, but still, I thank you. No one has ever told me anything like that before." He held her close a moment, concentrating on the only thing that he could at that moment, her. Then, when the moment passed, he was able to pull away and let her get back to work, "Yes, as they say, never stand between a hungry man and his dinner." "Yeah, well, this lady doesn't eat like a bird. Not with just the three of us running this place for now. It might get easier when the tribe and Aunt Melanie and Brielle and Theron and all get here, but at the same time, it will get harder, since we have to feed more people. It's one reason we need the deer meat now. Smoke it and it lasts longer, so when everyone gets here and starts chipping in, we can truly make the meals community meals," Tisha said, a little peeved at the old adage that a woman was supposed to eat like a bird. Though, if she had to live by that saying, she's eat like an eagle. Full meals, not little tiny bites. Marco laughed and shook his head, sending the fur around his face and head rippling. He grinned and nodded at her as he spoke, "No, I don't imagine you eating like a bird..." He chuckled as he moved over to sit at one of the chairs by the table and rest one leg over the other. "I personally think that if we can have lots of hunters getting food it will ease the burden on the individuals...not that I mind hunting down food for us at all." He smiled and turned to lean an elbow on the table and his chin atop his hand. Tisha grinned as she heard Black Elk speak up for the first time in a while. "That's what communal living is all about. Everyone helping each other out. The garden that you planted will help everyone who lives here, and most houses on the property will end up with a small plot they tend to. Once we get some herd animals in here, we'll find out who is best suited to take care of them, and that will be their job, while others will hunt, cook, clean, tan and tend garden. Anyone not doing their share of the work will either have to leave or not get fed or something along those lines. In the old days, as my father would say, if someone didn't pull their weight, the tribe shunned them. They were given no communal food. They had to do everything themselves. And no one would talk to them. They normally left the tribe quickly, or died in the winter." Tisha gave a slight shake of her head. "We can't do that immediately, Black Elk. Most likely, we'll have older people who have a hard time walking around or bending down. So we have to find out the why of things before just kicking them out of the village. But this is all in supposition that more than just tribal members and family members are coming here. We don't know if we're going to have anyone else here or not yet." Marco listened to both of them voicing their opinions on what he had brought up. He understood what Black Elk was saying, it was like what John Smith had said on the founding of Jamestown: 'if you didn't work, you didn't eat'. It made sense. But, then again, so did Tisha's point of view. He looked between them, "I see what both of you are saying. I don't plan to leave anyone behind that looks like they need help. That means women and children that we come across, who are alone, will come without question. Men with families, I could see us taking if they need help...single men....I will be very wary of. Once they get up here we can teach them all how to do the work we need." Tisha gave a slight shudder at the thought of more men around, but she knew she needed to get past the past and work on the present and future. "Triply wary of single men, Marco, but what about a gay couple? We can't just turn them down because you think they're just single men. They are their own family, after all." She gave a wry smile, then shook her head slightly. "Don't get me wrong, I don't think we're not going to run across a lot of them, but in this day and age, it is common enough to happen." He nodded and shrugged, "They're still men...but I can't discriminate. If they're willing to work and not going to try and push their lifestyle on anyone, then I can't stop them." He smiled at her, thinking about how she thought of the feelings of others. He was thinking from the standpoint of safety, of wanting to make sure she didn't get hurt by anyone ever again. He licked his lips and teeth and then settled back in his chair. Tisha grinned at his words, and gave him a quick kiss. "Well, at least there's one thing you don't have to worry about with gay guys around me. They won't be attracted to me, so less chance of them raping me like those thugs did." She leaned against him, snuggling herself against his side, drawing comfort from his nearness, and her eyes sought out Black Elk's. "I still need to learn to defend myself with a knife and barehanded, Marco. Just in case this happens again. I don't ever want to feel helpless like that again!" Marco glanced up at Black Elk, then back at her as she pressed herself into his side and snuggled there. He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her into his lap for a moment, "I don't know about the Lakota or other ways of fighting, but I do know how I was trained, and I can teach you what I know." He wasn't very informative about HOW or who he had been trained by. If she asked he would tell, but it wasn't something he normally broadcast. She lay her head on his shoulder as she sat in his lap, enjoying the moment of peace and comfort, then looked at Marco. "Where'd you get trained, Marco? Was it the military, or the police force?" Unlike a typical teen, she didn't say 'police force' with any attitude against them, but rather, with a restrained respect for the duties of the law enforcement officials that had kept the city safe. And from the sound of it, it wasn't a new respect after what happened to her, but rather a long lasting one. Marco's eyes darkened a bit as she asked him that question, and he took a moment to reply, before speaking quietly, "You don't get some of the skills that I had by being in the police." He looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking how to phrase his next words. "I was a... contractor." He looked back at her. "Not the kind of contractor that you'll think of. I contracted out for missions that were too dangerous or off the record to send troops into. I was trained by a man that I only ever knew as 'Scorpion'. He trained me... us..." He closed his eyes as the memory came back. "Before that, I started out on a swat team. It went well for two years until shit hit the fan and a mission we were on got botched. Some civvies got killed. I left, started doing private security, then, one thing led to another. Anyway...." Reaching over to him, Tisha slid her fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. "Well, I'm glad you have the training you have. Otherwise, we'd never have met and my life would be looking a lot worse than it is now. I kinda hope my brothers were at work when things went bad. At least then, I'd know they're both safe. Well, relatively safe." She gave a slight shake of her head, sighing into Marco's shoulder as the familiar sadness started to fill her. "We'll just have to wait and see if they show up. Both of them were due for some time off." Marco smiled and rubbed her back and shoulder, "I'm glad I had it too. I did some things I'm not proud of when I was younger. I hope that I can make it back now." He kissed her on the cheek. "I don't think your brothers have to worry about getting time off from their bosses now." He laughed. "Don't worry about them. If they are anything like you, they'll make it up here alright." Tisha snuggled into his chest as Black Elk spoke up, "Take Tisha at her strongest that you've seen so far, and multiply it by ten. That's Tristam, or Tris as most of us call him. Multiply it by a hundred and you have Ian. Tris is in the police force and Ian is military." Tisha nodded, then a soft gasp slipped from her. "Ian was supposed to be on a flight the night before..." Her words trailed off, the implication of her rape hanging over them. He slowly nodded his head at the information they gave him, "Well in that case I'm sure they will be fine and trying their damndest to get up here." He heard the fear in Tisha's voice as she mentioned that her elder brother, Ian, was in the military and was supposed to be on a plane the night before the crash. "But that was the night before. I'm sure the plane landed safely and he's on the ground." He smiled and rubbed her side a bit more.

Smile in the Dark by Korrado-Xan

C. 2004 Grey K.                 The long dimly lit strip of tarmac glistened wetly underfoot from the waning night rain, leaving streams of dun colored moisture streaming and pouring into clogged gutters. The night's air was a mélange of alternatively cloying and abrasive scents that clung to the

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C. 2004 Grey K. The long dimly lit strip of tarmac glistened wetly underfoot from the waning night rain, leaving streams of dun colored moisture streaming and pouring into clogged gutters. The night's air was a mélange of alternatively cloying and abrasive scents that clung to the palette, but none enough to make the sneeze hanging in the back of ones throat fully materialize. The district was run-down as it looked, both inside and out, cheap pre-fab plas, concrete and steel buildings squatting along both sides of the street, topping several stories on both sides, barely a handful peeking out of the shadow of the looming sky-scrapers in the horizon of the cityscape beyond. Jets of steam hissed from the grille covered holes underfoot, the detritus of the heating system breakdowns all throughout the shoddy district. The wafting gossamer tendrils of steam clung and danced around the lithe form of a shadow as it stalked along the avenue, barely even stopping to pause as a series of motorbikes slashed through the drizzle, their riders whooping and calling hoarsely in their drunken revel. A pair of bright eyes flicked to the right, then the left as the bright crimson and white streaks passed through their vision, a slight tensing of the muscles around the eyes bringing the riders into sharp focus, slowing down their blurred features into jagged fragments of seconds as the striding form memorized their faces. Keyan hunched his shoulders under his coat, his paws resting calmly in his pockets, his long hair pulled up tight under the ragged cap on his head that he had fished from a rubbish bin a half-mile away. The coat had come from a second hand shop the day before, and under it he wore a long one piece jumpsuit with no visible patches or logos on the charcoal surface of the suit, making it the perfect costume for his job. It also hid his slender frame for the most part, masking his lean, wide chested, narrow waist and wide hipped frame. His androgynous appearance was a plus; no one could tell if he was a short male or a tall female. Even without the heels on his boots he barely scraped 5 foot 9, neither ridiculously short, or overbearingly tall for a male his age and species. In short he was the perfect candidate for hiding in plain sight, his height was unremarkable, his face a blend of features that could have made him as canine, feline or vulpine, his fur one of the most common colors it could be from the dye that would wash out the next time it hit water. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of long, sleek sunglasses, masking the fact they were bright and silver as a newly minted coin, much like the shock of white hair under the cap, which rested between his ears. From a distance he looked shorthaired, despite the nearly waist-length locks that rested snuggly under the ragged and dirty cap. The blare of a neon sign met the slender male's eyes as he looked up ahead, his eidetic memory calling up the particulars of the establishment without even realizing he'd done it, seeing the hallways, exits, entrances and room schematics running through his mind in a blur of images and distances. The red signed building obviously had been a hotel at some point in its lifespan, but by this point was little more then a decaying tenement with a few less worn spots on the inside then the outside. A loud, raucous bar was settled on the first floor of the sagging, loose walled structure of plas, concrete and pitted, scratched windows. Keyan sniffed idly as he entered into the saloon on the first floor, smirking softly to himself in the shadows as he gazed around. The patrons of the saloon barely even noticed him passing by, but he did garner a heavy-handed slap on the ass by a particularly intoxicated canine male that had evidently taken a shining to his backside, regardless of gender issues. The slender male picked his way to the bar, rapping his knuckles on the pitted, stained surface to attract the attention of the harried male behind the counter. The tall, broad, round gutted canine male perked an ear at the rapping, gazing sidelong at the short, slender male dressed all in black with sunglasses. His first thought was cop, but looking at the ragged state of his dress and intensity of the eerily bright eyes behind the sunglasses swayed him away from cop and swiftly into "bad news". Keyan's paw laid a scrap of paper on the bar-top, sliding it over to the looming male, who hesitantly picked the dirty slip of paper up and opened it, still keeping his eyes locked on the almost white irises surveying him from under the dark lenses. A picture stared back at him from the ragged slip of a hardcopy, folded neatly around a very large denominational slip of jack in very good local cred. The tall canine's yellowed eyes went large and round, his muzzle quickly snapping back closed as he shoved the bundle into the pocket of his apron and looked at the smirking male on the other side of the bar. Keyan's brow arched slightly in time with the questioning perk of his large ear, his bright eyes boring into the canine's gaze, making the large male's eyes water as the shorter male didn't blink for what seemed an unnatural length of time. The canine startled at the sharp tap of a long, thin, sharp clawed finger on the bar with a soft *tic tic tic* of noise, the arch of the brow over the intense eyes getting more pronounced. The barmale jerked his head toward the narrow, dilapidated set of stairs. A slight clearing of the slender male's throat made him wince, holding up a pair of fingers at the unasked question. For once the entire time a slight smile tugged at the corners of the light eyed male's muzzle as he nodded and swiftly cut across the room to the shallow stairs. The number 2 was hanging off the door by a very tenuous thread as Keyan eyed the lock, slipping his fingertip around it pensively. He finally removed a slender, flexible rectangular length of steel from his sleeve and inserted it into the jamb of the door; exerting a slight pressure and feeling the door give rather then hearing it. He smirked softly to himself as he simply tossed the slip of metal away, hearing it slide into the shadows. He gripped the knob, breathing once, twice, thrice, then throwing the door open, gliding inside like a wraith and shutting the door behind him with a click. His lips parted in a grin, exposing his white fangs as he saw the pile of bodies on the bed, 3 of them to be exact, 2 females and a male, who was conveniently on top with his back to the door. There was a whistle of steel as Keyan pulled his paw from his pocket, the long, slender double-edged knife springing into being like a cheap wand being pulled from a smiling magician's hat. In his other paw a small canister sat patiently as his index finger caressed the trigger softly, almost lovingly, that grin never leaving his muzzle. The first sign something was wrong in the room was the wide eyes and scream of the female underneath the two above her, the terror being mistaken for pleasure as the male facing her didn't stop his eager, bucking thrusts into the second female sandwiched between them. The male barely registered the pain as the fingers not gripping the small canister locked in his hair and thrust his head forward and down angling his skull just perfectly as the knife jabbed into the right side of his throat, point first, tearing through his fur and skin like a hot skewer through butter. The first gush of arterial blood was deflected by the angle of his own muzzle as the knife skated across his throat, severing one carotid artery, then the jugular, then the windpipe, then the other carotid before being withdrawn and wiped clean on the sheets in one smooth motion. The thrusting male was dead before his hips could even get the signal to stop moving from his brain. The deadweight fell forward, trapping his two partners under the freshly butchered husk of meat, dousing them in choking gushes of crimson. Keyan paused for a split second, his eyes gazing at the writhing pile of scarlet soaked fur, the gaping muzzles that gasped for enough breath to scream, that white grin getting wider as he simply thrust the canister in his paw toward those gaping, screaming sets of lungs and sprayed, the pale green nerve gas would render them both unconscious almost instantly but he didn't stop to wait for it to happen as he slid to the window like a shade and popped it open, looking down at the alley behind the hotel with a wry giggle, simply jumping from the sash and tucking his knees as his foot-paws hit the concrete 15 feet below. The slender male smirked softly once more as he stripped off his coat, cap and bodysuit, tossing them in a large rubbish bin as he walked, flicking open a small napalm pod and playfully sweeping it into the bin with an over arm hook-shot. He shook out his long, silvery white hair, the smirk never leaving his face as he selected a spot on the brick-faced building on one side of the alley and simply thrust the long knife into the gaping of the brickwork, flexing his arm and hearing the blade snap off from the handle with a clear musical chime. He tossed the useless handle at the skull of a ragged male sleeping in a box nearby, giggling as he hear the clear thunk of metal on meat. As the moon slowly drifted into view from behind a bank of sickly green clouds Keyan shoved a card into the slot on a phone terminal, shutting the booth door behind him and waiting as the line clicked and bleeped, before a low, bass male voice issued from the crackling speaker, "Yes?" Keyan smirked darkly to himself, "Packet 345-Alpha is silent." "Good work, as always. We weren't expecting it to be done for another 36 hours. Witnesses?" "Three." "Will they be able to give a positive ident?" "It would greatly surprise me." "As always your work for the magistrate general and Emperor is flawless. As a bonus for your 358th confirmed silencing while in the employ of the reign we will be issuing you an extra million creds. Good work, as always." Keyan's muzzle split into a soft, shy smile as he smoothed his hair, "Thank-you father." He reached into his pocket, withdrawing a long, sleek black metal spike, driving it into the guts of the com-unit and watching as dark tendrils of smoke started to wreath upward before turning and walking into the night.

One Good Deed Deserves Another - Part 1 by gauness

I cursed under my breath as I pulled my car into the gas station's parking lot, easing it into a stall before killing the engine. I sat there for a minute, finishing the cigarette that hung from my mouth, cursing again. "Damn bitch," I muttered. "Can't believe she stood me up..." I sighed a bit,

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I cursed under my breath as I pulled my car into the gas station's parking lot, easing it into a stall before killing the engine. I sat there for a minute, finishing the cigarette that hung from my mouth, cursing again. "Damn bitch," I muttered. "Can't believe she stood me up..." I sighed a bit, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray as I caught my reflection in the rear-view mirror. Reaching up, I adjusted it to get a better look at myself. I'm not that bad, am I? I thought to myself as I looked myself over. Sure, my tan fur was pretty average, but the lighter, sand colored fur that accented it was a rarer occurrance. My cat ears each bore two black stripes and two silver piercings. Sighing again, I brushed a few stands of blue hair from in front of my yellow eyes and stared at my reflection for a moment more before making an impatient noise and exiting the car. "It's her own loss, I suppose," I said under my breath again as I headed towards the convenience store, tossing my empty pack of smokes in the garbage on the way. I reaced for the door handle, when a timid voice to my right stopped me in my tracks. "Ex-excuse me?" I heard the soft voice coming from the shadows underneath a burned out floodlamp mounted on the side of the building. Squinting my eyes, I could barely make out the shape of someone standing there. "Who's there?" I said to the voice. "Come out where I can see you if you're gonna...talk...to...me..." My voice trailed off as a beautiful girl stepped into the light. She was a fox-morph, with gorgeous snow white fur and the fluffiest tail I had ever seen. My eyes trailed up over her tight black jeans and voluptuous hips to her flat stomach, continuing on to her full breasts, held back by a tight, baby blue shirt with the phrase "7r!993r H4ppy" printed on it. My eyes continued to roam upwards till I was gazing into the brightest, most dazzling pair of green eyes the gods have ever gifted to a being. Her long, dark red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail as it flowed down her back. The gods must have been smiling on me after all, to have met such a gorgeous creature at a time like this. She fidgeted a bit as she looked around, almost like she was checking to see if anyone else was watching before she spoke next. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice that almost hinted with a southern accent. "It seems I left my ID at home, and I was wondering if you could pick me up a pack of Camels while you were in there." Her eyes seemed to beg me to answer yes, and the coldness that I had felt towards the female gender that night melted away at her look. I smiled at her and nodded. "Would Camel lights be alright? That's what I'm heading in there for, and it might be suspicious if I bought two different brands." Her face lit up with a dazzling smile and she nodded enthusiastically. "That would be great! Thank you so, so, sooooo much!" I continued to smile as I entered the store, heading straight for the counter and the grumpy looking wolf behind it. I laid a $20 bill down on the counter top and said, "Two packs of Camel lights." The wolf looked up from the magazine he was idly reading and grabbed the packs from the rack above his head, scanning them and ringing me up without saying a word. He grunted a bit as he handed me back my change and I turned on my heels and exited the store. I looked around for the fox before I spotted her leaning against the passenger door of my 206. I gave a short little whistle to get her attention as I walked over and tossed her a pack. She caught it deftly and smiled at me again, walking over to me and slipped a $5 bill into my pocket before leaning up and giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you again for being so kind." I felt my cheeks grow warm at the kiss, thankful that my fur would more than likely hide the blush that was creeping across them and shrugged, "Hey, it's no big-" I was cut off as I heard the shop door bang open and someone shout, "You little bitch!" I wheeled around to find the wolf clerk standing there pointing a finger at my new foxy friend. "I told you not to come round here no more! Well, now you're the cops' problem, they're on their way here as we speak!" My ears drooped and my heart began to race as she and I looked at each other, fear on our faces, before instinct kicked in. I dug my hand into my pocket and whipped out my keys, deactivating the alarm on my car. "Get in!" I shouted at her and she didn't hesitate to comply. We slid into my car and gunned it away from the store. I had spent all my life in this area, and knew all the backroads and sidestreets and where they led. After about 10 minutes of driving, I was sure that any directions the clerk could have given the police to our whereabouts would now be useless as we we now cruising in the opposite direction in whence we left. The adrenaline was pumping through my system and I realized that I was breathing heavier than I needed to be. I relaxed a bit into my seat as I looked over at my companion to find that she was giggling. She caught my gaze and quizzical look and laughed even harder. "I'm sorry!" she managed between laughs. "But you have to admit that that was pretty damn funny!" She collapsed again into a fit of laughter and I couldn't help but join in as we simply laughed for the next few miles. Eventually she caught her breath a brused a tear away from her eye and looked back at me with those dazzling eyes and smile. "My name's Caitlin, by the way. I still don't even know the name of my hero and rescuer." I forced myself to stop laughing and offered a hand to her. "My name's Takeshi, but everyone calls me TK. It's a pleasure to meet you Caitlin. Now, will you tell me what that was all about?" I nodded backwards in the general direction of the gas station. She shook my hand gently before sliding hers away and laughed again. "The bastard back there turned me away earlier when I found out I didn't have my ID. Said that 'no damn kids were gonna get smokes on his shift!' Pfft, what an ass, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh again at her story and nodded a bit before I noticed that her hand had come to a rest on my knee and I felt that twinge of red creeping back on my cheeks. I looked back at her to find her watching me, those green eyes of hers glinting a bit in the lights from the dashboard. "You know," she said softly. "I paid you for the smokes, but I believe I still owe you for saving my toosh back there." She was lightly tracing a finger over my leg now. "Do you have any ideas as to how I could pay you back?" She smiled at me with a mischevious little grin as she continued to watch me. I stammered for a response as I felt her hand move softly and slowly towards the zipper on my jeans and I kept glancing down at it before looking back to her, my voice low as it caught in my throat, "Are....are you sure about this?" She nodded as she unsnapped the button and slowly slid down the zipper, "I'm positive. I don't think I could stop myself even if I wanted to." Her hand snaked it's way into my boxers and pulled out my shaft, my arousal apparent as it bobbed slightly in the air. She murred softly and licked her lips before leaning across the center console and gave my engorged head a gentle lick. I could help but let out a slight gasp as her tongue touched my flesh, but my gasp turned to a moan as she wrapped her velvety lips around my length and slowly slid down it, her tongue swirling around it as she sucked me gently. She continued to take me into her mouth until I was hilted inside and she moaned softly around me and began bobbing slowly. I moaned again as my hand found it's way to the back of her head. I could hardly believe my luck. Not even an hour ago, I was stood up on a date. Now I was being sucked off by this red-headded goddess that I had just barely met. She continued to bob on me with increased vigor. Her sucking and licking driving me on. I felt her sharp teeth lightly graze my flesh and it only pushed me futher as I looked down at her, feeling the pressure building inside me boiling to the surface and I managed to get out, "Caitlin....I'm....I'm gonna..." She took my length into her throat in response and I felt her muscles squeeze me and I lost it. I emptied into her as I let out a growl, bucking slightly up into her mouth as I came. She moaned again as she drank down my seed, not wasting a single drop as I panted heavily. She eventually pulled her mouth off me and gave my head a soft kiss before looking up at me and licking her lips again, smiling. "Well now, how was that, hero?" All I could do was moan and stroke her hair and smile down at her. She smiled back and sat back in her seat, rubbing her legs together a bit as she looked at me, "So, do you have a place we can go to so I can thank you properly?" She winked at me. I watched her, slack-jawed, for a moment before I nodded and turned onto a street that would take us to my apartment. It was a short drive, less than ten minutes, yet she continued to squirm all the way there, fixing me with a sultry gaze and I couldn't help but take notice as the scent of her arousal drifted across my nose and I let out an involuntary purr. We pulled into my complex and parked my car in front of my building. We exited together and took her hand and led her up the four flights of stairs to my door. I unlocked it and pushed the door open as I turned to smile at her as she threw her arms around me, pushing me inside as her lips locked with mine. We stumbled over the entranceway as I kicked the door closed behind us, reaching back and fumbling a bit before I found the deadbolt and flicked it closed. We kissed deeply as she pressed her body tightly to mine and I felt my arousal begin to grow again at her forwardness. She broke the kiss a moment later, her eyes opening slowly, and simply asked me, "So where's the bedroom?" I led her into my room and she wasted no time in parting me with my clothes before pushing me back on the bed. She held a finger up as I made to sit up right and shook her head slowly before turning her back on me. Slowly, her supple hips began to sway to a music that only she could hear, fluidly gyrating to her own mysterious beat. She reached up and pulled her hair out of it's tail and let it flow behind her now as she turned to face me with that mischievous grin again. Her hand slid down her sides so her hips, pausing there momentarily before sliding back up to the hem of her shirt where she took a hold and slipped it up and over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the chill air of my apartment, her small pink nipples growing stiff almost immediately. She continued to watch me as her hands slid down again, over her breasts and tummy, to the front of her jeans where she unsnapped them, pushing the zipper down, and, hooking her thumbs inside the waitsband, she pushed them down her legs, wiggling her hips as they went. She bent over as she pushed them to her feet and stepped out of them, wearing only a pair of lacy, baby blue panties. She smiled at me as she slid those down and off as well, and as she stood back up, I caught a glimpse of her soft pink pussy hiding between her soft thighs. She sauntered over to the bed and climbed on, slowly crawling over me until I was gazing up into her green eyes. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her hot tongue sliding into my mouth and caressing my own. I could still taste traces of my seed on her and she broke the kiss after only a short while. She smiled down at me as she sat back on her legs, the damp lips of her pussy pressing slightly at the head of my shaft that was throbbing madly with want. "Well, you ready for the big show hero?" I nodded and purred deeply, smiling as I ran my hands up over the soft fur of her thighs to her hips, where I gently took hold. She smiled and nodded in return before sinking down onto my waiting length, letting out a low moan as I slowly filled her. It was heaven, feeling her warm folds engulf me entirely. She paused for a second, watching my eyes before she rocked gently, sliding almost entirely off before plunging down again, harder this time which drew another moan from both of us. We fell into a steady rhythm, or hips crashing against each other as sounds of ecstasy filled the room. She was incredible as she rode me like a pro, her tight sex gripping my as her hands planted themselves on my chest, her nails making small furrows in the skin beneath my fur and her tail bushed out even more behind her. Her breathing quickened as my shaft penetrated her at an increased pace and I could tell she was getting close. It wasn't long before she came crashing down on me a final time, tossing her head back as she screamed out her climax, her sweet smelling juices flooding me as she slowly and gently rocked against me. She panted heavily as her eyes flickered open, smiling as she looked down at me, and I returned it with a mischievous grin of my own. I grabbed and rolled her onto her back, hearing the small "Eep!" that escaped her as I moved on top, my hard length still buried inside her as I started to pump her again. She moaned louder as I continued to thrust into her tight, wet opening, her arms moving to circle around my neck as she moved her hips to meet mine. I gave her one last, hard thrust and growled as I came, filling her with my seed at the same time I felt her release wash over me again, her moans music to my ears as we both savored the orgasmic bliss. I collapsed beside her, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair as it pooled on my pillow, my breathing ragged as I gradually came down off the high. I felt her nuzzle gently against my ear as she whispered to me, "How long can I stay?" I couldn't help but smile as I lifted myself up to look back into the emerald like eyes, bringing a hand up to brush away a few strands of her hair, "As long as you want to." She smiled back and pulled me down into a soft kiss. It didn't take long for us to both drift off to sleep, holding each other tightly.

Rogue's Redemption Ch. 2 (part 1) by KarusDaedlyn

#2 of Rogue's Redemption Chapter 2 of Rogue's Redemption - _He was trapped. The collapsed flight console kept his legs firmly pinned down. Twisting and wrenching to get free, he only further injured his already smashed legs._ _There was a clear view outside, as the canopy was in tatters, of a dark

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*He was trapped. The collapsed flight console kept his legs firmly pinned down. Twisting and wrenching to get free, he only further injured his already smashed legs.* *There was a clear view outside, as the canopy was in tatters, of a dark red horizon, and a massive bulk of a ship that had landed on top of his, crushing it into the murky surface. Cackling of demons could be heard inside the ship, mocking the unfortunate pilot's fate. Their high-pitched, screeching laughter forced the pinned pilot to cover his canine ears.* *Up above, in the crimson sky, cries of agony echoed across the entire planet surface. Looking skyward, he saw, in crystal clarity, flaming skeletal figures hurtling down. They were fiery beacons of pain, dozens of lupine specters that were howling their death throes for all to hear. He extended a paw upwards, trying to claw out of his predicament, as if he could vainly catch them.* *The ghastly howls receded, as the spirits impacted on the surface of the dark planet. As they crashed, the face of the planet shook, tossing the pilot about in his cabin of a tomb. From the impact sites, the skeletal figures rose, now silent, and as one, turned to look at the trapped pilot. All extended forth an accusatory digit towards him, blaming him for their damned descent.* *"No!" he cried, "No, no, no! It wasn't supposed to be like this! I was just trying to..."* *He fell silent. It was his fault, he was to blame.* *Spiders, centipedes, and all sorts of various poisonous insects poured out from the foundation of the planet, and began to fill the cabin. He struggled fruitlessly as they bit into him, stung him, and began to tear through his chest fur, burrowing into his ribs. Screaming for release, the pilot wanted nothing more than something to end the agony, as he clawed at himself. He desperately grasped for his blaster, but it was trapped, along with his legs, too far out of reach.* *With a loud crack, the shattered remains of the canopy were tossed aside, and two shadowy figures stood above him. The smaller of the dark figures had glowing, blue eyes. Those eyes regarded him mechanically, as if it were a coroner giving an autopsy. The larger of the figures was massive, towering over the entire landscape. There were no discernible features...save for an incredibly wicked grin at the downed flier.* *The blue-eyed demon raised a blaster pistol towards the wretched canine. He begged him to shoot...to end the suffering, to just have it all be over...* *The massive demon pushed aside the blaster. "No...I think this one is dead enough already...no need to waste a shot."* *And then they turned away, leaving the wolf to his doom.* Karus awoke with a start, screaming in utter terror. The sweat from the encounter with the Vultures was replaced with a new coat of cold sweat in his sleep. A few tears were trickling lightly down his cheeks. He realized he was clutching his sides tightly in subconscious pain from the nightmare. Sitting up, Karus wiped away the tears and attempted to collect himself. He ran his paws through his sloppy golden mane, trying to make it appear less frazzled. Adjusting himself into a lackadaisical position in the chair, he idly turned on the holonet receiver to make it seem as if he were just watching a broadcast. His cheeks felt as if they were on fire, full of embarrassment, and perfectly aware of what was coming. Just as he settled into his 'uncaring' position, he could hear someone leaping up the ladder to the cockpit. Ts'Sai's mackerel striped head popped up, her hazel eyes wide, with ears perked up in nervous anticipation of what she would find. "K--Karus? Are you alright?" she asked timidly, treading lightly into the cockpit and approaching him carefully. He shrugged indifferently, pretending that nothing had happened. "Just watchin' the holonet. No biggie," he replied. He looked at the screen for the first time to actually see what was on. It was a tennis match, Ts'Sai's favorite sport. "Probably just getting...too invested in this game," he continued, somewhat unconvincingly. Percival strode into the cockpit, having gotten cleaned up after the previous ordeal, wearing his fancy lavender jacket, and sporting his bowler's hat and engraved cane. "Is everything quite alright? We could hear shouting from the crew deck." Karus's cheeks burned hotter and he showed his anger plainly in his eyes. Ts'Sai decided to answer for him, saying, "Karus was just watching tennis and got a bit too excited. Glad to see you getting into it too, right?" She had a bit of hopefulness in her quiet voice, wishing that Karus's explanation was true. Percival looked to the screen, clearly unconvinced by the ruse. "Ah yes, tennis," he said, dripping with sarcasm, "certainly a game that warrants primal cries of horror." The wolf dug his claws into the side of the chair, and grit his fangs hard. Ts'Sai backed away ever so slightly, seeing the hound about to erupt. "Percival...I'm *fine*. Lay off of it, alright?" Percival sighed, and went to sit in the co-pilot's position. He extended his arms to Ts'Sai, offering to prop her up on his lap. She hesitantly accepted, worrying about the wisdom of staying too close to an angry wolf. After placing the nervous kitten on his lap, he attempted to question the pilot in his most diplomatic tone. "Please, Karus, you should really talk to us. I know you're reluctant to admit to your...rather active dreams," he said tactfully, avoiding the term 'nightmare' that Karus hated, "But...well, they've never gone away...and your 'self-medication' to deal with them-" "Look, look!" An exasperated Karus interrupted, "I get it, alright? I'm totally fine, by the way." He impulsively tugged on his greasy, unkempt locks dangling in front of his eyes. "I mean...look, guys. I've got...quite a background, if you weren't able to tell already," he said in an uncharacteristically sheepish tone. "Yes, yes, we understand," Percival said encouragingly while gently stroking Ts'Sai's headfur, "But, whatever your past may be, we will accept you. For goodness sakes, dear sir, we've been working together nearly two years now! You've saved this little one's life! Nothing you say right now can take back what an incredible asset, and friend, that you've been." The hound took his paw out of his messy hair to chuckle darkly. "You say that now, boss...But you've got \_no\_idea," he said, looking out to the twisting tendrils of subspace corridors, recalling several exploits and misadventures. He looked downward, half-facing his caring interrogators. "You see...I'm what some might call, a bad dog, pardon the expression...I've done bad things. Still hold a lot of bad ties. I mean..," he trailed off, visibly fighting tears attempting to escape, "There's a reason I can't go back to Lupine space, alright? Some of these things you're better off not knowing." Percival tried to reply, but was cut off again by Karus. Now that he had started, he was determined to finish his explanation. "You see...I'm really thankful for you guys. I'm serious. You two are, well...innocent, in a very guilty galaxy. I feel like, well..," He tried several times to make eye contact with either of them, unsuccessfully. "Like...if I'm able to protect that innocence in you two, it'll make up for some of the bad that I've done." The young kitten, moved by such an explanation, hopped up to embrace the emotionally-embattled wolf. "Oh, Karus..," she said, teary-eyed as she tightly hugged his arm, "You protect us so well...you shouldn't have to worry about protecting us from your past too." Percival rocked a bit in the co-pilot's chair, noting that he couldn't have said it better himself. Karus looked into Ts'Sai's wide kitty eyes, lifting her chin with his forepaw. "Listen darlin', I'm not worried about anything. I'll tell you all sorts of stories...when it's more appropriate. Right now," he said, looking to one of the display panels, "We should be getting ready to dock at Beatrice's place. Only a couple'a hours before we reach the jump point." "Ah, yes," Percival chimed in, reading the same display, "I wanted to discuss this port with you...away from younger ears, but alas, what can one do?" Ts'Sai looked him curiously, not understanding why she shouldn't be involved in the conversation. "Have you...read about Beatrice's lately?" Percival asked, his tone becoming a bit more judgmental. "Such as, what the current estimated murder rate is? Amount of narcotic traffic, illicit goods traded, dangerous mercenary groups, wea-" "Alright, boss, I get it," he said peevishly, taking his turn putting Ts'Sai on his lap. "It's not a nice place. In fact, it's outright deadly.*But*...I know Beatrice. She's an old bovine, she's not interested in playing the Game anymore. Sure, you can't just step out of it when you don't want to play...But she's trying, just like me. Yeah, her hootch isn't registered by any official authority, and is \_technically\_illegal...But are you gonna damn somebody for runnin' a moonshine operation?" Percival adjusted his purple cap, in an ancient Terran style, and fiddled with his cane, deep in consideration of their options. "Well...we do need a place to sell our findings...are you absolutely certain we are selling to someone that, well...won't use them with destructive intent?" Karus laughed heartily while bobbing the kitten on his knee, "They're\_weapons\_boss, torps and missiles. I certainly hope no one's gonna launch those things at a birthday party." The raccoon heaved a frustrated sigh, and replied, "You \_know\_what I meant, Karus. Are these munitions going to be used against peaceful denizens of the galaxy? Could we be finding a few IR missiles on our tail a few weeks after selling them?" "Heh, yeah, I knew what you were getting at. It's just funny to see ya get pissy like that," he said while grinning at Ts'Sai, who smiled in turn. "Don't worry there, Percy. I know an arms dealer there too. Dragon, goes by the name of Chudnov. He used to take out pirates like crazy, before his reactor heat sinks failed in low orbit around Dromini IV. Decided to retire from the business of running the goods himself, and settled down in Beatrice's place selling the big boomers. Now, he might deal with the Hunter's Guild, whom I hate for a number of reasons...but no, he'd never sell to a pirate or raider." Ts'Sai, after listening for so long, timidly raised a paw. "Can I ask something now? I, um...well, I haven't been out of this ship in awhile...and even though it's \_super\_nice, Percival," she said, putting on a sickeningly pleasant tone, "I would kinda like to go out, and see the sights and stuff...and I've never really gotten a chance to wear some of the nicer garb we picked up a few months ago..." Percival and Karus eyes' met, both of them realizing what their young companion was asking, although their reactions were quite different. "Now, Ts'Sai, there's really no reason to draw attention to ourselves, and this is hardly the place for fine dress..," Percival recommended. Ts'Sai's expression saddened immensely. Karus, seeing her expression, decided to chime in on her side, "Now, boss...our little lady here just wants to get some fresh air, and show off some kickin' threads to eyes that aren't a roguish wolf or a prudish 'coon. Don't worry about 'attention,' I'll make sure no one gives her a hard time. Let's let our princess look like a princess in front of a court, alright?" Ts'Sai's ears perked up at this defense, and she widened her eyes as much as possible in a pleading manner to Percival. Karus mimicked the expression behind her, trembling his cheeks to appear even more pathetic to the leader. "Oh, stop it, you two! Fine!" he said, attempting to sound angry but unable to stop himself from smiling. "You know I can't refuse such an adorable request," he said, extending his cane which Ts'Sai nudged with her head. "And you, pilot...stop that ridiculous expression or I will be forced to swat you." "Yessss!!" Ts'Sai exclaimed with glee, hopping up to her footpaws and skittering towards the exit. "I'm gonna go get dressed right now! Don't land without me!" The little feline disappeared with a tiny hop down the ladder. Percival stood slowly to head out to make his preparations as well, pausing for a moment to make a private comment to his canine companion. "Karus...I just wanted to you know...I don't mean to, well...question your integrity, when I make comments like before. I just...worry about you. I know you dislike discussing your past, and...you hate even more when I insinuate that you're still using...those things...but, it's not because anyone is judging you, we just care." The pilot looked downward again, unable to bring himself to face Percival. "I understand, boss. And...thanks. I'll be fine, really. And if I need to talk to y'all, I will. Don't worry. Things are definitely looking up, especially with our little stowaway. She'll keep me on the straight and narrow," he said, trying to convince himself as much as his captain, "Better get ready though. Pack some heat, too. Well, what you call heat, anyways. I figure it should be smooth sailing on the station, but...ya never know. And with being identified by the Terrans, if they're feeling especially vindictive, there could be a contract out for us. I know Beatrice wouldn't sell me out, but if any hunters get word...could be some trouble." Percival nodded, and gave a little salute with his cane to depart, but remembered another subject he wanted to bring up. "Oh, by the way, Karus...could you ple-" "-Se stop disconnecting the targeting computer?" he interrupted, expecting the question. He did his best to keep the annoyance out of his tone, hoping to end the conversation as quickly as possible now. "Well, yes. I appreciate your manual accuracy, truly, but, it \_has\_been proven that our model of computer increases the odds of a more effective strike by 78.6 percent. Besides, I had to root around through some pretty unseemly trash mounds to find it, I'd appreciate it if it were used." The wolf groaned, and explained for what seemed the millionth time to the raccoon, "Look, Percy, I don't trust the things. They're not that accurate, I've had experience, and well, it's another one of those experiences I'd rather not bring up right now. When it's all on the line, I trust myself with the trigger much more than some computer, and don't really like automating what's supposed to be one of the most personal decisions of a pilot. When I shoot, I wanna take the responsibility or credit for whatever I blow up, alright?" Percival shook his head, knowing it was futile to convince Karus otherwise right now. "We can discuss why you feel that the greatest weapons designers are all wrong later, I suppose. It's not like we have anything left to fire right now, so I hope you don't anger this Beatrice while we're docking. I'm going to go prepare for our arrival," he said, heading down the hatch, leaving Karus feeling more miserable than when the whole exchange started. Throughout the entirety of the conversation, he had been wrestling with the thought of carrying out his 'ulterior motives.' There was a pre-recorded holonet message ready to send, hidden from visible files onboard, to notify his dealer that he'd be on the station soon, and where to meet. The wolf stared at the keypad, and fought a hundred battles, back and forth in his mind. Truly, he did want to clean up his act, so as to be a better defender for his companions. And yet...the longer he struggled, the more dire the inner struggle became. No one watching the canine would have known how intensely he was fighting himself. The pilot merely looked lost in thought, tugging his headfur anxiously, rocking back and forth. He recalled the several times he had been caught by Percival, completely drugged out of his mind. There was a close call with Ts'Sai already, where she found him completely passed out in his quarters. Luckily she hadn't seen the hypos carelessly left under the mess in his room. Karus stood in frustration, and anxiously paced pack and forth, flexing his forearms occasionally, wishing fruitlessly that there was something to strike instead of focusing the fight internally. The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he was of his actions...and the more he wanted to forget. As seconds turned to minutes, his mind began to play the cruel trick of rationalization. *You'll be more useful to them with sleep. You can't sleep with these thoughts in your head, so why not get rid of them? They won't catch you, just use a small dose in your quarters when you say you're sleeping. Don't worry about an ambush or anything like that, you'll be in the middle of subspace when you use it, completely safe from raiders or pirates. It'll be so easy to pick up at the station, if you miss this opportunity, you'll be out for weeks. Do you really think you can handle facing what's in your head alone? You worthless, good for nothing....* He quickly punched in the codes, sending the subspace message to the nearest HoloNet relay, to let his dealer know where to be. Immediately after doing so, he felt sick to his stomach, having lied so completely to his friends, but tried to take comfort in the fact that he'd be able to forget, later. It was not very settling. Karus headed out of the cockpit to his quarters, angry at himself. Meanwhile, Ts'Sai was having a blast, picking through her tidy quarters to find the perfect accessories to go with her 'threads,' as Karus called them. The dress she put on was an elegant crimson, with white, intricately laced embroidery adorning the shoulders and back. She remembered that Percival explained something about the style's origins...something about it being loosely based on an ancient Eastern Terran style. She could not recall exactly, at the time she was too excited to be receiving such a beautiful garment during a brief port stay. Percival felt obligated to spend some crew funds on her, as most of her possessions were abandoned on the wrecked colony craft...but she tried not to think about it too much. Ts'Sai was so grateful for a second opportunity at life, she had promised to herself to live ten times as fully, to make up for her lost litter. Next, she picked out a heavy necklace, composed of dark red-brown stones, attached to a dangling obsidian piece. The young kitten could only guess as to how valuable the accessory was, but expected it was a bit more expensive than Karus could have afforded. She did ask him about the cost, but Karus merely gave her a sly wink and told her not to wear it in the main bazaar of the Igobito system, especially not around an 'exceptionally pissed off tiger.' She hummed a little tune to herself as she applied her eyeliner and lipstick, one that Karus had sung, (or tried to sing,) to her as he and Percival treated her for the injuries sustained attempting to survive on the dead, frozen world awaiting rescue. Ts'Sai loved her companions dearly, not just for rescuing her, but also how they took her on as one of their own. Percival, while outwardly seeming a bit impersonal, was adorable as he made his awkward attempts at showing affection. Karus, always gruff, often violent, and certainly well-versed in the more illegal actions of the galaxy, had a very kind heart she was sure she could bring out someday. Percival made his preparations as well, in his somewhat confusing quarters. They were certainly clean, but a bit disorganized in a manner that was organized only to him. Clothing, tools, and reading materials were assorted together in a strange conglomeration that no other living creature could possibly sort through. He donned his fancy lavender jacket, and found an appropriate golf cap to accompany it, in his fascination for old-Earth style of dress and history. The adventurous raccoon had a number of odd hobbies such as that. He was well-read on Draconic poetry, studied the great philosophical works of Lupines, Terran laws of economics, and so on. Percival himself would admit that his great curiosity is what caused his downfall in schooling. The pursuit of knowledge was the reward, not necessarily acquiring a marketable set of skills. Unfortunately for him, his parents did not agree. Instead of returning to his well-bred family as a 'black sheep,' he embarked on his own into the unforgiving galaxy, hoping to leave his mark in his own way. As he double-checked himself in his mirror to make sure he was especially dapper, he pondered the various collections in his quarters. Many of them were acquired during his adventures with Karus. He briefly thought as to how lucky he was that he met the grizzled wolf when he did. Idealism was Percival's strong suit, not necessarily understanding the cold, hard reality of the way the Milky Way truly was. Percival had the notion, leaving behind his life of luxury, to construct a starship entirely of scrap parts, and so hid as a stowaway on a garbage scow, bound for Scrap XIV, one of hundreds of planets that was used solely to dump refuse. What he hadn't counted on, was that such planets are also breeding grounds for a criminal element, being out of sight, and out of mind, for legitimate governments and corporations. Very quickly on Scrap, Percival found himself in danger, being so obviously out of place. His polite mannerisms and soft-spoken language made him an obvious target for cutthroats and renegades. Recalling the moment he and Karus met, he remembered he was cornered in a scrapyard, right against the hull that would eventually become the *Marco Polo*. A local gang of petty thugs was about to make an example of him for encroaching on their turf, when Karus leapt from the shadows on top of the hull and began a dazzling display of marksmanship with his twin blaster pistols. From that point forward, the gangs and mercenaries of Scrap gave Percival a wide berth, knowing that he was under the wolf's protection. Together they constructed their transport. At the time, Percival was very confused as to why Karus threw in with him, and decided to stick around. After the months spent together, however, he was able to tell that the wolf was very familiar with the criminal element, yet disgusted by it at the same time, and wanted a way out of it. It became an unspoken understanding between the two, with Percival in charge of deciding their jobs and destinations, and Karus serving as the pilot and security. However, it came with a downside. Something continuously troubled Karus, as much as he liked to avoid it. And he did avoid it. Typically, with extremely hazardous narcotics that he would sneak onboard. Percival was very aware of the habit, catching the hound completely out of his mind in his quarters...finding him at the flight controls in a daze...he found paraphernalia hidden in odd spots in engineering... Percival found himself deeply saddened by remembering the multitude of times there was evidence of Karus's addiction. The wolf vehemently denied it was an issue, continuously saying that it was a one time thing, regardless of how many times it happened, or that he has no problem with his past that drove him to seek release. The incidents had been slowing down since the arrival of Ts'Sai, and Percival kept himself focused on that, hoping that it was finally kicked. One of the demands he made, upon taking her on as a crewmember, was that if he caught Karus again, he would be gone. For good. Regardless of their prior friendship and bond, Percival would \_not\_tolerate a drug-hazed pilot. Meanwhile, Karus's mind was on the same discussion as he prepared himself in his own ragged quarters. He paced angrily, mostly at himself, amongst piles of junk parts, clothes, and general rubbish. Occasionally he looked at his visage in his spiderweb-cracked mirror on the bulkhead, wanting to strike at it...but remembering that he probably had before. He did not \_want\_to buy any more Necrosia, or Zephract...but they were quick, cheap drugs to knock yourself out, or bring yourself up, respectively. Otherwise...he had to deal with the 'terrors' like before. Sleeping normally was not an option. Insomnia wracked him, merely out of the expectation of further episodes of fear. And...he knew he could never talk about it. He was at least honest about the fact that his past was bad, however...they could never find out quite how bad it was. No, not 'it,' but *him*. They may be very understanding, caring creatures...but everyone has a limit on forgiveness. And if anyone crossed that line, Karus was certain it was him. Dwelling on the depressing thoughts, Karus's dark eyes sought out the two items in his quarters that he always knew of their location. 'Turq' and 'Lav,' his customized twin blaster pistols. They were a beautiful pair, expertly balanced, with a shiny chrome finish, sleek and slender barreled, and their magazines lit brightly with their named-for colors, a glowing turquoise, and exotic lavender. The hound picked up both blasters, checking their power settings for maximum lethality, while trying to clear his thoughts. Unfortunately, the weapons were having the opposite effect. Just the memory of previously owned weapons, and how they presented themselves as a way out of nightmares... *No,\_he told himself, \_I can't think like that anymore*.*Percy and Ts'Sai need someone to look after them, and I can do that. No time to be so far down, I'll just make this pickup, and get what I need to sleep or stay awake. That's all. I'll just be careful so Percy won't find out. It's no big deal anyways...plenty of Anthros, humans, everyone uses. Just depends on how much, I'm still here, so I must be using a safe amount, relatively...* Once he has psyched himself up enough, he set down the weapons to rifle through numerous outfits strewn about the small compartment, combining several credit chits together for the necessary funds to purchase his 'sleeping aids.' He changed his trousers and flight jacket to an all-black outfit, frayed at the edges, and a few scorch marks from close calls before. At least a few of the near-hits most likely came from some of his old jobs around Beatrice's crew, so he figured it was appropriate. Plus, the smell wasn't too offensive compared to other clothing. Finishing the outfit with his specially fashioned utility belt, he holstered his weapons. Attaching his visor once again, he quickly uplinked the two together, so they could function in tandem. Beatrice may be on the older, more trustworthy side, but there were many others on the station that weren't, and if given an opportunity, would have no problem taking Karus or the other members of the crew out. Either for jobs the wolf had worked in the past, or for the possible bounty the Terrans may have called out for looting their graveyard of a system. Karus holstered Turq and Lav, ready to get out of the ship for a bit of business. Heading up the ladder-well into the cockpit, Karus saw Ts'Sai anxiously examining the viewscreen that ticked off the remaining time until they reached the jump point to Beatrice's station, her tail flicking impatiently. Hearing the wolf clamber into the cockpit, she hopped up excitedly and posed for him. "So, whatchya think? Pretty cute outfit, don't ya think?" she said, beaming with pride at her fashionista abilities. "Hah, lookin' pretty fancy there, princess," Karus said plopping unceremoniously into the pilot's seat, checking the readouts of several displays, "And right on time, too. Nearly about to bump back into realspace in just a few." Percival, too, popped into the cockpit shortly after, seeing Ts'Sai bounce around the room excitedly, and Karus setting up for the jump back into realspace. Noticing Ts'Sai's outfit, Percival thought to himself that the little kitten was growing quickly. Perhaps \_too\_quickly, considering their destination. "Ahem, Karus, do you mind if I have a word with you in private? Concerning the attire of our away team?" The lupine pilot batted his dark golden locks a bit with his ear, clearly not paying too much attention. "Sorry boss, trying to jump from one dimension to another. Terribly, terribly difficult calculations need to be made," he replied jokingly. The technology in every nav-computer made the jump from subspace to realspace, or vice-versa, simple as a single button press. Percival groaned, saying, "Don't you think we should draw as little attention to ourselves as possible? No reason to paint ourselves as anyone with something to steal," he mentioned, clearly referencing the expensive piece of jewelry adorning Ts'Sai's neck. "Percival...I know you're talking about me...you don't have to beat around the bush, I'll take it off," she said dejectedly. Karus held up his right paw in a snapping 'stop' motion for Ts'Sai, and then went back to sifting through info from the various displays and holo-interface. With his left paw, he drew Lav, and spun it around a few times for emphasis. "Percy, I think she's fine. I'm holdin' onto these, and to be honest, it shows that you've got ba...I mean, guts, to wear that sorta stuff. I'd rather scare off the wussy hunters rather than try to fly under their radar. If they're gonna gun for us, they will, and hiding just increases their chances of catching us off-guard. Might as well be just out 'n open, and openly pack heat to keep the lesser ones scared enough to keep off. I've got mine, guessing you've got your little squirt-gun?" The frustrated raccoon grasped his chosen armament, flustered by it being called a 'squirt-gun.' It was \_not,\_in fact, even an aquatically-based weapon. He was carrying his sonic rifle, which was capable of non-lethally incapacitating an assailant. Were the settings adjusted for maximum damage, it was possible for the compressed air blast to shatter the bones of an unfortunate target. However, Karus preferred the more 'permanent' solution of his dual blasters, and so chose to deride Percival's choice in weaponry. "Karus...I understand, this station may have a certain criminal underbelly, however...I'd prefer to not invite any violence upon us, or anyone else, if we can avoid it. All we're looking to do is sell our bounty, find a new job, and be on our way. No problems," Percival said, once again emphasizing his pacifist persuasion. "I promise you, for whatever worth my word has," Karus responded, his conscience nagging him about his plan for picking up his fix, "I will \_not\_shoot anyone, if they don't cause a problem first. With a possible bounty out for us, alotta upstart hunters might start getting ideas. They see us packing, they might get scared off. The dedicated ones'll come after us regardless, and we gotta be prepared. Most people here I'm good with though, Beatrice for sure, so we don't gotta worry 'bout the administration of the station screwin' us over." Percival sighed, understanding the situation. He personally hated violence entirely, but understood it as a necessary evil. Even the vicious, psychopathic Vulture pilots that he destroyed with superheated coolant...he felt a pang of regret that such action was necessary. While Karus seemed to relish such encounters, Percival longed for a galaxy in which no lives had to be taken. "Well, kiddo, ready to hop back to reality?" Karus asked the little kitten about to explode with giddiness, ignoring the discussion between adults. "Yeah! Let's go!" she said, giggling, hopping onto Karus's lap. The wolf leaned backwards over the side of the pilot's seat, and pulled a small red lever. The \_Marco\_emitted a whirring noise, and the streaks of light outside started becoming more defined. With a loud 'popping' noise, the ship slipped back into real space-time, with the surrounding system being perfectly visible through the canopy. "Woah," Ts'Sai said, mesmerized at the sight through the canopy, her wide, starry eyes filled with wonder. A massive reddish-orange nebula filled the canopy, back dropping an equally impressive space station, with hundreds of smaller ships coming to and fro. The station was shaped like a massive dumbbell, a giant bulb forming at either end, connected by a smaller shaft. Miniature pipelines led from small pods along the shaft into smaller pockets of clouds that drifted along the outskirts of the nebula. "Big balls at the end are the docking facilities, living quarters, bartering zones...basically the mini-city aboard the station," Karus explained to the obviously eager kitten, "The stick portion with the little bulbs on it, well, that's what Beatrice is famous for. They take the pure stuff...the uh..." "Ethyl formate," Percival interjected to the aid of the less-read wolf. "Thanks boss, yeah, that stuff, and they use it to make some of the best rum this side of the Sirius system. They rent out a few other breweries, to make Pig Swill, Panda brand wine...but none of 'em beat Beatrice's Rum." Ts'Sai never took her gaze from the largest amount of traffic she had ever seen. Ships of all shapes and sizes, darting in an out of the station, some heading right for them and hopping into subspace, others had their engine exhaust ignite brightly, then dash off at cruising speeds to other jump points around the system. "There's a Draconian ship, you can tell by the extra wide cockpit and HellStorm missiles all along the wing," Karus said, pointing while effortlessly bobbing the \_Marco\_through the sea of ships, "There's a Feline Matriarchy fighter escort, you can tell by the swept forward wings...That's a Terran independent trader, can't miss those adverts on the side...oh, that one there is an Equine Federation hauler, with that massive tractor beam on the back..." While Karus explained the fleets of various species to the eager kitten, Percival took at seat at the co-pilot's chair to access the comms system. "To any station security, this is Captain Percival B. Ringwald, of the transport craft \_Marco Polo.\_Respectfully requesting permission to land," Percival said, in his typical proper manner. A flashing indicator on the holo-display of the canopy highlighted the fighter craft returning the hail. "Keep yer pants on, bub," a twangy voice spoke over the comms, "Can't ya see we're a mite busy here? Terrans took down a Vulture 'naught and everyone's rushin' to get their shit out before more of 'em show up." "Eloquently put," Percival said under his breath, "Shall you be the escort commencing our cargo scan?" "Shit, you're actually gonna submit to one? Alrighty then..." The sleek large-engined fighter made an abrupt U-turn to head towards the\_Marco\_, forcing several larger ships to bank away at the last moment. "Yeah, fuck you too, buddy," the pilot broadcast on all frequencies. "Lemme handle this boss," Karus said bemusedly, noticing the raccoon getting annoyed with the clearly unorthodox pilot. He took the comms unit and shouted, "Watch your language, you floppy-eared sack of crap, how the hell did you get a gig flying *security*, of all things?" "Well I'll be damned...Is that you, friggin' scoundrel?" The comms unit lit up as the security pilot opened up video channels. As Karus mentioned, a rabbit, with very long, floppy ears appeared, folded along the back of his helmet. Ts'Sai was intrigued by his fur, a lush green, similar to images of 'grass' she had seen before, in holonet vids. "It is you!" The rabbit exclaimed through his awkward buck teeth, "Heh, never thought I'd see ya 'round these parts after what you pulled last time, and 'specially not in that junker!" Karus motioned beneath the camera's view to calm his captain, clearly fuming at the \_Marco\_being described so. "Well, Jaster, I'm sure all the hooplah died down awhile ago. Besides, I can tell," he said, pausing to hold an open paw out, indicating the vast amounts of traffic, "It clearly hasn't hurt Beatrice's buisness. She's not still sore, is she?" "Aw, hell nah. Heck, if anything, business picked up after that. Beatrice got to be the one closest to ever catching you, and that carries a heckuva lotta weight. Follow me in, buddy. I'll clear this shitstorm right up for ya!" Jaster said, enthusiastically. Switching to all frequencies once again, he declared loudly, "Listen up, dickheads! Fighter escort and transport, inbound to docking bay Oscar two! Bearing zero, three, five. Make a hole!" The fighter spun again, firing a few warning shots that skimmed rather close to an Equine transport. The curses of many pilots and crews were heard before Percival turned down their broadcast receiver, Ts'Sai covering her little ears quickly from the barrage of filth. Many ships, large and small, veered away so that a small break in traffic formed as a cone. Jaster's nimble fighter blasted off right through it, Karus easily following despite the greater bulk of the\_Marco\_. "Yes...quite a nice bunch of friends you have here, Karus," Percival said sarcastically, while the comms were still turned down, "Firing to clear a path? Oh, and what is this stunt you pulled, which may or may not have the proprietor of this station furious at you? While we may have a bounty out on us, as well?" "Heh, musta forgot to mention that part," Karus said, trying to play the incident off as smug arrogance. The truth was that the wolf really did not want to mention many of his past jobs, being in such a criminal element, and taking part in such an underhanded...Game, as rogues like him called it. "I stole a shipment of hootch...big one, too. Meant to give a temporary upper-hand to Arctic Ales, run by..." Karus trailed off, realizing that amount of information was not necessarily needed to answer Percival's question. "And!?" the raccoon asked impatiently, not impressed in the slightest with how his pilot was shrugging off the issue. "Point is, I took a job. A 'legit,'" Karus said, pausing to make air quotes with his free paw, "Job that happened to go against Beatrice. It wasn't personal, just a job. The chase was pretty epic, too. Like Jaster said, it prolly increased Beatrice's infamy up to counter-balance the loss. She came so close to finally downing me, that it sure as hell scared me away from ever taking another job like it, although they were offered. In the end she still got the business deal in Feline space, Arctic Ales ended up being an obscure off-brand, I got my paycheck...Everyone wins!" He said, ending his story with a bright, forced smile to both Ts'Sai and Percival. Neither one looked convinced, and Percival looked downright furious. "Are you telling me, Karus," Percival asked, his voice rising with every word, "That you \_knowingly\_brought us to a station, where you are considered a hostile by the administration!?" Ts'Sai began curling into a corner, afraid of the oncoming confrontation between the two. "Now, I'm not considered *hostile*, by any means, boss. Just neutral. Hell, I helped Beatrice out when she first took over the operation. Blew away tons of rivals, pirates, Vultures...Got some of her important deliveries out underneath authorities radar...Took other jobs, for some of her rivals as well. That's why it's called the 'Game,' Percy. It's a mix of playing governments, corporations, gangs, all against each other, for your own benefit. Too much loyalty to one, and you're gonna end up a tool. Switch sides too often, you're unreliable. Fail on a job, you're worthless...unless you were planning a double-cross from the start, or you make it a believable sell once things go south for ya," Karus said cautiously, occasionally looking from his flight path to judge Percival's reactions. He also wanted to assure Ts'Sai, who was obviously uncomfortable with the situation. "I guarantee we're good here, at least for this trip. Depending on how it goes once we meet the old cow...we can see how lucky we get. Obviously," he gestured towards the banking fighter in front of them, "I've got some connections here, and that counts for something. She can't make too big of a move, it would just...look bad." Percival groaned, but Ts'Sai looked relieved. She was happy that their little dispute did not involve any shouting. It pained her to ever see them quarrel. Despite the kitten's youth, she had a degree of insight. Ts'Sai recognized that Percival wanted to avoid direct confrontations at all costs, and although Karus made every attempt to seem as if he blew them off, she could see the minor winces and twitches that showed he was equally hurt by such conflict. "Oh, nearly forgot their, guys," Jaster cut in over the comms, breaking the little silence, "Startin' up the ol' scanner here...Holy friggin' crapamoly, Karus, how the hell did you get your paws on ion torps? That kinda firepower hasn't been available since those cats managed to ice that dragon station off the orbit of Cygnus!" "Hah, yeah, about that," Karus looked quickly to Percival with a gesture asking permission to take care of the question. Without speaking, they realized it might not be the best idea to admit to lifting the weapons from the Capital Crypt if the Conglomerate had actually put out a bounty for fleeing ships. "Saw a chase going down near a trade gate along the outer rim of Terran space," Karus started off, totally believable. The outer ridges of Terran space were not very well looked after, as their fleets had been decimated after centuries of war. Trade gates were a Terran invention, an artificial singularity enabling jump points to be created, so as to make it possible to travel through subspace to systems otherwise closed off from the beaten path of the galaxy. "Centaurians were really coming down hard on this Warrens corvette," he continued, still a believable lie. Centaurians, a hybrid quadrupedal race along the outer arms of the Milky Way, were absolutely devastated as a population during the War. The survivors of the species mainly took up as nomadic raiders, the few others attempting to integrate themselves into the space of other powers. The Warrens made routine trading expeditions to any sector of space in order to sell their wares, as their manufacturing centers were the most intact in the galaxy. If anyone would make a trip out to forgotten Terran colonies, it would be the Warrens, and they would likely find themselves beset by Centaurians, if anyone. "Anyways, guessing the transpo picked up a few rare torps for whatever they brought, and the 'Taurs found out about it. They were evadin' pretty decent, tryin' to slingshot around a gasser through an asteroid field. Well, they only made it 'bout halfway through the rocks before they got sheared in half by a doozy, and the 'Taurs smashed soon as they followed. We figured, why let perfectly good ordinance go to waste? Gonna pick it up and see what Chudnov will offer for it," Karus said, ending his ruse. Percival gave an approving nod off camera. It was a decent, believable story, that was not tainted by Karus bragging of his own piloting. "Well dayyyum, son. Helluva stretch 'a luck ya found there. Hope it lasts for ya, buddy. Will see if I can put some lipstick on 'fer Beatrice, 'fer yer skin, of course. Dockin' now, I sent the all-good to control," the green rabbit said as their ships pulled up to several of the air-shielded bays, "Gresham will signal ya'll in after. Meet me at Bruster's pal, we got some catchin' up to do!" "Will do, pal. Just don't pull a Corbo on me," Karus said with a smile and a little saluting gesture as the screen blacked out. "So far, so good," Percival said, relaxing a bit in his seat, "Although your 'pal' has obviously poor taste regarding starcraft. The \_Marco\_is a work of art." "Hah, well...Me and Jaster have something of a history too. Worked together, and against each other, and with each other pretending to be against each other, several times. Made some good money, but yeah, he's an idiot. Cockier 'n me, if you could believe it, and would back-stab ya just as fast as shakin' your paw." The nimble fighter craft of Jaster was locked onto by a few of the station's tractor beams, and was drawn through the softly glowing air-shield of the docking bay. As Ts'Sai attempted to stand on her toes to see into the station, the comms unit flashed once again, prompting Percival to receive it. A small, somewhat geeky-looking squirrel appeared on the viewscreen, his eyes rimmed by a thick, blocky, ancient visual aid, and wearing a gawky headset. He began speaking without even looking up from his displays. "Docking control Oscar 2 to the transport craft *Marco Polo*," the squirrel said with a proper, but squeaky and annoying voice, "Standby for our automated tractor beams to guide landing." Karus chuckled a bit, and tapped the transmitter a few times to get the squirrel's attention. "I don't do guided landings, Gresham. Prefer to take her in myself," he said with a wide grin, noticing the shock on the little squirrel's face. "\_Karus!?\_You came back!? Gah...oh, umm...hold on a moment," Gresham responded, obviously taken aback. He furiously typed at his holographic console, and was obviously turning back and forth to look for a supervisor. "Will you...ah, um, err," he quickly stammered, trying to decide between getting up and looking for someone with more authority or dealing with the queue of ships waiting to dock. "Don't worry, champ. How about I land on my own, and you go report that the 'big bad wolf' has arrived, alright? You should get back in time to deal with the chumps behind me, right?" The nervous squirrel shook his head vigorously. "Yes, great idea Karus. Oh, yes, it's nice to see you back, by the way. Hope Beatrice thinks so too. Umm...Yeah, that should be it," he said standing up, the short wire of the headset yanking it right off his head, knocking his glasses askew. "Oh," he said with his face terribly close to the screen, so his voice could be picked up by the downed headset, "Landing pad 4, please. I uh...am going to go report you to security now." Despite the inherent danger of landing at a potentially hostile station, both Percival and Ts'Sai had to turn their heads from the camera to avoid laughing at the bumbling squirrel. Karus acknowledged their amusement with a sly grin off the side and responded with painfully forced enthusiasm, "That would be wonderful, Gresham. I'll see you later!" As the comms unit went offline, Karus scooped up the smiling kitten and sat her on up on his shoulder and seat while he took the \_Marco\_in for the landing. "Better view up here, kiddo. Not much to see, but...it \_has\_been awhile since we could land," he said, understanding Ts'Sai's excitement. Her legs kicked back and forth eagerly slightly against his chest, and her tail whisking about in a lively fashion. As the\_Marco\_passed through the air-shield, a slight buzz echoed within the hull, as sound could now be heard outside of the ship. Passing through halfway, the loud roar of engines finally made their noise heard once again, no longer muted by the vacuum of space. Percival and Karus looked at one another, both sharing an appreciation of Ts'Sai's wonder, as her eyes opened wide at the docking bay. Numerous Anthromorph species were manning the large expanse of a flight deck: canines, amphibious frogs and lizards, felines, equines....it was a veritable menagerie of creatures carrying on many tasks. A sturdy lion was directing takeoffs by signaling in a traditional fashion with bright beacons, teams of equines were operating heavy cranes and hover-tractors, a few canines could be seen decked out in security armor and armed with blaster rifles, and a trio of beavers seemed to be in a heated discussion with a toad, clearly a customs agent. The\_Marco\_ slid sideways with Karus's careful guidance, directly over a landing pad clearly labeled '4.' "Reason I hate landing automated," Karus said, looking at the other craft docked in the bay, "Is that they always keep you facing inboard towards the station. What if someone wants to make a quick getaway?" "Karus, I don't think we really have room to make a 180 degr-" Percival began to protest. It was too late, Karus had made his mind up. A sudden flash of the rotary engines, and the \_Marco\_spun neatly in a perfect circle, missing a collision with docking cranes and other equipment by a few meters. "See? Nothin' to it. People just dunno how to back into a space anymore," the wolf bragged while Percival still looked at the sensor screens, amazed at how they did not collide. Several dock workers were thinking the exact same thing, as Ts'Sai noticed several looking up in surprise at their craft. Karus pulled a few levers, and a metallic shifting and cranking emanated as the landing gear moved outward from the 'belly' of the hull. Guiding gently downward, the crew could hear the hydraulics engage as the *Marco\_came to a stop. The hound briefly thought about leaving the engines running, in case of a less-than-friendly reception by Beatrice...but decided against it as he powered the \_Marco\_down. The reactor \*\_shoooommmed*\_ **\*** \_offline. Percival appeared to think the same thing as the crew stood up to head to the cargo bay to exit the ship, with Ts'Sai skipping and humming, leading the way. "Are you certain you want to stop the engines, Karus? Everyone we've met so far seems to expect this Beatrice to be furious at your arrival. Which would have been nice to know," the raccoon complained as they headed down the ladder-well and strode along the body of the ship. "All about perception, my good chum," Karus replied, with a bit of false bravado, "If Beatrice pulled something on someone that's arriving in all good faith, so long after an incident, it looks bad. Petty, and a bit too obviously underhanded, even for criminals. Depending on how we meet, we can tell how much to relax here, or if we should drop the goods and high-tail it outta here." The pair finally caught up to Ts'Sai, prancing in a circle around the hover-tractor Percival had loaded the ordinance on. "Now, I know you're excited, Ts'Sai, but it may be a better idea to-" Percival started to warn her. "Yep! I know," she interrupted, wanting to get out as soon as possible, "Stick behind you guys, let ya do talking, all that stuff. Hurry up slow-polks!" She smiled widely at them and continued her little dance. "Well boss, ya heard the little lady. Let's try our luck out," the wolf grimaced, roughly cranking the lever to open the back of the cargo bay. Hydraulics buzzed with their metal ring, and awkwardly-fitted gear shafts grated against one another, as the square-backed cargo bay of the \_Marco Polo\_opened wide, the bottom portion extending into a makeshift ramp, bumping to a halt into the flight deck. Percival straightened his purple vest, and adjusted his cap to fit a bit tighter. He took up a position behind the hover-tractor and activated it, with the rare deactivated ordinance neatly piled and ready for sale. Ts'Sai contained her boundless energy for a moment, taking her expected spot in the formation right behind Percival. Karus, as always, strode off confidently in the lead, hoping to assess the situation as quickly as possible, and if anything did go awry, it would happen to him first. As the trio made their way onto the deck, it was fairly obvious they had been noticed. Although the dock workers continued their appointed tasks, hauling, loading or offloading various cargoes, Ts'Sai noticed several glances leveled their way, ranging from surprise, incredulity, happiness, or fear. Percival noticed that all of these glances were directed towards Karus, at first. He and Ts'Sai were considered afterward, followed by a sense of confusion. "I'm guessing we weren't the expected companions of our canine companion," he muttered to Ts'Sai, attempting to respond to her tiny tugs on his vest, out of curiosity. The lupine pilot ignored the dock workers, and was immediately focusing on the entrances to the station. Several of the security forces, mostly canine, with a few larger feline species tossed in, looked at one another and nodded affirmatively. A particularly muscular jackal lifted his wrist communicator to his muzzle, and whispered something. Karus could not see his eyes, due to the darkened visor of the guard's helmet, but it was not necessary, as he was certain his eyes were locked on him. A few guards, breaking their militarized bearing, looked upward to the second deck of flight control. Karus cocked his head to the side, following their gaze. Several dock workers, noticing the typically stoic guard looking, stopped what they were doing for a moment to turn and point upwards, prompting both Percival and Ts'Sai to follow suit. Above on the second deck, an extremely large bovine entered a clear elevator, connecting the two levels. She was clearly aged, her face hanging a bit around her large frame. Her leathery skin was a dull brown, intermittently spotted with white patches. A silvery bun sat made up between two dulled horns, and her busty frame was covered with a thick pair of overalls. Karus was able to make it out, with his zooming visor, that Beatrice had a large wad of chewing tobacco in her mouth, and spat angrily on the floor of the plassteel lift. He cautiously waved his paw behind his back, signaling Percival to take a few steps backwards towards the *Marco.* Percival caught the hint, and took Ts'Sai's little paw in his, and took a few tiny steps in retreat, following Karus's warning. The kitten was confused, and began to question, but fell quiet again as she saw the green rabbit from the viewscreen running from one of the other pads over to Karus. "Yo, buddy! Hey, I tried puttin' a good word in fer ya," Jaster said as Beatrice began to descend in the elevator, "But...she pretty much insisted on being here to see you. I wouldn't worry too much." Karus did not appear relieved, as he disengaged the zoom of his holo-visor and began collecting as much information about the armament of the guard in the few remaining seconds before the inevitable meeting. "I certainly hope you put a ton of lipstick on that diplomatic mouth of yours, Jaster," he said, crossing his arms and attempting to look as nonchalant as possible, "She looks pretty pissed. I figured that was all blown over, *buddy*." "Hey, man, don' blame me," the fighter pilot said, holding his arms in the air, as Beatrice exited the lift. "I was jest guessin', no one can really predict Beatrice, that's why she's still on top after all 'a these years." Everyone on the pad waited with baited breath, watching the approach of the bovine. Without a word or signal of any kind, the well-built jackal and a nearby husky broke their defensive position to flank Beatrice, and a squirrel, Gresham, appeared from behind a corner, wringing his little paws, taking up the rear. The old cow stopped about ten paces from Karus, and let all in view take in her presence. The dock fell virtually silent, as every worker and traveler stopped their business to spectate the oncoming confrontation. Beatrice looked with disdain at the rabbit standing with Karus. She snapped once at him, and pointed with her powerful arm behind her two guards. Jaster looked with a bit of regret at his former partner in crime, but knew better than to speak out. His ears fell a bit limp, and he sorrowfully drug his floppy footpaws to take a position behind the jackal. She slowly chewed the wad in her mouth, and took a few more paces closer to the wolf, who was still standing defiantly with his arms crossed. At this proximity, both Percival and Ts'Sai could see the imposing nature of Beatrice. Despite being an old cow, she stood several feet taller than their comrade, and it was clear that she had a considerable amount of muscle mass beneath her plump frame. Beatrice spat, making a large brown stain on the deck, before finally speaking. "Jest how friggin' dumb are ya, doggie? Yeh steal my booze, try to wreck one 'a the best deals I e'er made, then yeh come waltzin' in here, on top of it all, with a bounty on ya'll's heads fer grave robbin'?" Percival's heart sank, and his grip tightened a bit on Ts'Sai's tiny paw. That confirmed that the Terrans did, in fact, positively identify the\_Marco\_during the fiasco in the Capital Crypt, and had posted bounties for their capture. Worse, it looked like this Beatrice still had an ax to grind with their pilot. "That ol' job?" Karus remarked, as if the incident had slipped his mind. "That's all water under the bridge, sweetheart. Besides, you're the one who finally gets to say you scared me outta the Game. Huge props boost for you, and ya ended up with your contract with those kittens anyways. No one, well...important, anyways, lost anything from the gig. It'd be \_incredibly\_pathetic for you to hold that against me, and look even \_more\_pathetic for you to try to collect some meager bounty on me. What is it? Five, six grand a head? Would the mighty Beatrice really go begging the Terrans for chump change for bringing in a retired rogue wolf?" Her blue eyes seemed to glare with fire, and her large nostrils flared. The escorts behind her gave a tiny check to one another, attempting to decide whether or not they should immediately move to apprehend the arrogant hound. Jaster gave a subdued 'throat-slitting' motion, attempting to warn Karus to stop, and Gresham wrung his paws furiously, unable to look directly at the two for long. Beatrice then held her right hand up, in a 'halting' motion, and the guards stood ready with precise attention for her next command. "What makes ya think, little pup, that mah next motion won't have ya brought down, all tied up 'n pretty ta be picked up by those humans, ready ta put ya down fer good?" Karus uncrossed his arms, and stepped impetuously towards the towering figure. "Cause you're standing this close to me, and we both know if that arm comes down towards me 'n my crew," he said casually, "Neither of us'll be leaving this deck alive. This is just a tactic to see if I'm rusty on the rules of the Game or not." The matronly cow slowly waved forward her left hand, and about a dozen more guards came out of concealment from behind various crates and ships in the bay. "Yah willin' ta bet 'n that?" she asked mockingly. "Sure am, sweetcheeks, just a little joke to try to rustle me up," he responded, with several dockworkers facepawing at such rashness. "Naw, I know that look 'n yer face, puppy-dog. Yer tryin' to see if ya can outdraw these goons and high-tail it outta here," she said, grinning with amusement. "Now, why would I be doing that?" he asked as his visor was giving him predicted firing arcs and a threat list to eliminate in descending order, "When I \_know\_this is all just a prank in poor taste." Beatrice could not contain her smile any longer, she waved off the guards in exasperation, and they, along with the rest of the spectators looked on perplexed. "Damnit, Karus! After all these years I \_still\_can't tell when ya 'r serious 'r not! Come'ere ya big lug!" She shouted, before striding forward and picking up the wolf in a giant bear hug. Karus let out a suppressed sigh of relief, as \_he\_was not entirely sure as he was provoking her. It was all a bluff, and for all that he knew, she \_would\_have had them taken in, if it was clear he was not prepared to resist. Percival relaxed his grip on Ts'Sai's paw, which had slowly turned vice-like the longer he saw his pilot antagonize the proprietor of the station. Ts'Sai just grinned at him, understanding his worry, but not losing faith in the experienced canine. "Good to see you again too," Karus said in her powerful grip. She obviously had not lost any of her strength with age. She unceremoniously dropped him, and he quickly regained his pose. Percival approached with the hover-tractor, with Ts'Sai in tow. "Well, now," Beatrice said, "The rumor mill is 'at ya got scared right outta the Game 'cuz 'a me, and well, can't blame 'a old cow for not trustin' everythang onna grapevine. Jest hadda make sure." "Yeah, heh, guess I can't blame you," Karus said, scratching the back of his head through his mussed-up locks, "But...I've been tryin' to avoid any part of the Game. Got myself a legit captain now, and little stowaway to boot." Percival extended his paw for a greeting, but Beatrice appeared to completely ignore it and immediately crouched down to greet the beaming kitten. "Now lookie here, what a little cutie-pie all dressin'-up fancy-like! Wha's yer name lil' lady?"

The Infection by Arrkay

My second story Submitted onto Yffstar. I can only hope it will do as well as "Phantom" did. If you're expecting a twisted/kinky/bondage story involving nazis, all I'll say is that this is a story about companionship and love, not forced sex. Sorry to dissapoint. Obligatory stupid warning: If you

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My second story Submitted onto Yffstar. I can only hope it will do as well as "Phantom" did. If you're expecting a twisted/kinky/bondage story involving nazis, all I'll say is that this is a story about companionship and love, not forced sex. Sorry to dissapoint. Obligatory stupid warning: If you are under the legal age permitted by your particlar country/state/province then you shouldn't be here. This story depicts sexual intercourse with two males yadda yadda. Enjoy! --- "Zinspection!" The translator screamed at them. Andrew had been forced into this concentration camp not but a week ago and already it was complete hell and misery for him. He and the other inmates from his bunker lined in a single file with the supposed inspectors walking along them, picking out the healthiest. They stopped at him. Andrew didn't speak any German. They talked then two guards grabbed him by his arms and pulled him away from the rest of the line, who were now filing back into their bunk. It was 1942 when Andrew had been driven form his home and forced to move west, not that it did anything to escape the Nazi soldiers. Andrew was a fox, just about five and a half feet tall. He had the regular patterns almost all foxes he knew had. Except that his arm fur was brown from the elbow down, and just the tips of his fingers showed a little bit of white. The soldiers had brought him to a building with the word, written in his language, "Showers" on the side. He knew that it wasn't water that they showered you with. His heart started to race. He began to squirm in the soldiers grasp; one of them smacked him in the head. They got to a small one-manned room with the sprinkler for the water at the top. Andrew began to scream "NO!" when they threw him in, laughing. Still laughing, one of them waved a sarcastic "goodbye" to him as the other reached for a lever. The icy cold water pierced through his thin clothing, he screamed again when it was turned on. He was shocked, and a little embarrassed, to find that it was just water. He stood in the freezing water for 5 minutes, just shivering. The guards pulled him out of the shower tall and brought his shivering body to a room, where someone stripped his cloths and began to dry him. After he was dried, and re-warmed, they brought out a set of newer, cleaner cloths for him to wear. He put them on without question. After that the two guards finally escorted him into what he had guessed to be the officer's quarters building. 'Maybe they'll put me in the kitchens' he thought to himself. Once inside the building, he was dragged up several sets of stairs, to what he assumed was the top floor. They opened a door and threw him into it, and thrust several papers into his hands before leaving him locked in the mysterious room. Andrew got back onto his feet to find that he was placed in an officers quarters. It was fairly simple, a comfortable looking bed in the corner, a table that could fit four people in the middle of the room, plates and cutlery already in place. He began to wonder what his fate was going to be. --- He hated this place, he hated his job. Leutnant Älter Jacob Clemenz walked through the halls of the Resident building. He hated torturing civilians just because he was ordered to. But in all honesty he was just as afraid of the Nazis as were most of the inmates. Jacob was a German Shepard, the only reason why he was aloud in the German military. If he hadn't his family would surly be dead. He was 5 foot 9 inches and rather thin. He climbed the stairs to his room on the top floor and rounded a corner to his door, which he immediately unlocked. When he opened it, he was surprised to find an inmate waiting for him. His first instinct was to ask him what he was doing here, but then he realized that the fox probably didn't speak very much German. So he decided to speak in French, a language that the fox probably knew at least a little, "Papers?" he said in French. The fox looked dumbfounded as he handed Jacob the papers that the guards had given him earlier. The papers outlined that he was his new "volunteer" servant and assistant. Volunteer obviously meant he had just been rescued from pointless manual labour or the gas chamber. "Bediensteter? (Servant)" Jacob asked, not realizing he was speaking in German again. He did not know the word in French. Of course he was always the one to get the leftover's, the ones that didn't speak a word of German. Jacob thought for a minute, "Name?" he asked. "Uh... Andrew..." The fox had finally said. "Andrew." Jacob repeated. Not a really French sounding name. What would his fellow officers think if they heard him calling his servant by name, he thought. It didn't matter, he concluded. He still needed to communicate some how with him. Jacob looked at his watch, realizing that they would be making diner in the kitchens. He preferred to eat alone, in his quarters then with the rest of the soldiers downstairs. He would normally go down himself, but now he had his very own enslaved assistant to fetch it for him. Jacob thought for a long time on how exactly he was going to tell Andrew to do this when an idea struck him. He gathered a small piece of paper and a pen and wrote down a series of arrows, indicating left/right/down and zigzag lines representing stairs, and the word "Kitchen" written clearly in German on the bottom. On another piece of paper he wrote down what he was going to eat for diner. He realized that he had a new mouth to feed, and quickly wrote down some simple things for Andrew to eat. He looked at Andrew and said, using what little French he spoke, "Go... Food?" he waited for Andrew to look over the directions before saying, "Understand?" Andrew looked at him for a moment, then spoke for the second time this evening, "Y-yes." --- Andrew made his way through the building using the crude instructions given to him by what he assumed was going to be his new, for lack of a better word, master. Down several flights of stairs and through several hallways, he found a door with similar markings above it as was there the bottom of his paper. He assumed it meant "Kitchen" or perhaps "Cafeteria". He cautiously opened the door to see the many cooks. He stood in the door way until on of the cooks noticed him and started to scream things he didn't understand. Andrew showed him the other paper his 'master' had given him. The chef looked at it a moment, gave Andrew a dirty look and after a few moments, produced a platter with two plates on it. The chef pointed to a pile of lids and went back to what he was doing. Andrew grabbed on that seemed to fit and made his way back upstairs to his master's room. He began to wonder where it was he was going to be spending the night, perhaps his own bedroom, or perhaps he was going to be thrown back into the bunker with the others again. He walked up to his master's door to find it locked. Andrew knocked twice on it and it was opened to see the familiar dog to open it. He beckoned Andrew inside and took the platter from him. The Shepard put it on the table and took one of the plates. Andrew stared hungrily. The dog looked at him, then said, "Essen sie" pointing to the other plate. Without hesitation the fox sat down in on the chairs and rammed as much of the food in his mouth as possible. --- As the fox began stuffing his face, Jacob began to realize that this was probably the first decent meal he's had since he's got here. Jacob began to feel pity for the scrawny fox, even after being desensitized from all the suffering he had to work with. Within minutes the plate was empty, but Jacob's was still full. The fox looked at Jacob, realizing what he had just done, he blushed. Jacob put down his own knife and fork, picked up his own plate and placed it in front of Andrew, who looked at him as if he had saved his life before scarfing that down as well. "Thank you," He said to Jacob in French. Jacob smiled, pointed to himself and said, "Jacob." Andrew smiled, and in return he said, "Thank you, Jacob." --- During the hour after diner, they had made a small conversation, composed mostly of single words they spoke of the others language. "Where you... uh..." Jacob started. "From? West... farm" Andrew stated, trying to keep it as simple as possible for Jacob. "Family?" Jacob asked. Andrew suddenly looked very sad and shook his head, "Not any more..." Jacob had immediately regretted asking him, having a pretty good guess as to what had happened to them. "Sorry," He said, before getting up. Jacob walked over to his closet, or what he was using as a closet. He opened the door and retrieved several uniforms and boots and looked into the dark, extremely small room. The bed took up almost all of the space. The ceiling was low and had a bar going from one end to another. There was no lighting beside what had crept through the doorway. "Tired?" Jacob asked. Andrew's only reply was a nod of the head, still saddened by the loss of his family. "Sleep here," Jacob said, Andrew looked over. "I... leave door open." Jacob said after Andrew had made his inspection of the cramped space. Normally officers would have to lock the door should their 'assistances' need punishing or simply sleep, in case they should attempt escape, but from what he learned of Andrew, he could be trusted. And this could be used to show an act of good faith. --- Neither one of them slept that night, Jacob, having gone over the days events over his head, disgusted with himself; and Andrew was mourning the loss of his family, had to hold beck his tears, as to not show weakness in front of Jacob. The sun eventually rose, which meant that today's schedule had begun. Jacob rose from his bed and walked over to the small make-shift room for Andrew. "Sleep?" He asked the fox. "No." Andrew replied. "I did not too" Jacob simply said. The days events after Andrew fetched breakfast included a basic inspection of the guard towers, a pile of paper work that Andrew sat through, unable to help at all, lunch, more paper work, and inspection of the newest batch of inmates (which Jacob aloud Andrew not to attend) then diner and then an hour of conversation and language lessons. This pattern continued for a week straight. Jacob beginning to grow attached to his new friend. Another week past by, they were able to talk in an actual conversation and Andrew was able to help with some of the paper work. It was during this week that Jacob had noticed Andrew beginning to act happier, but more fatigued. After some thought, he had decided to ask Andrew about this. "Is there something wrong?" Jacob asked one night at diner. "No, just a head ache, nothing more." Andrew said lying. He had been getting terrible head aches and stomach aches for the past week, but didn't want to show weakness in front of the enemy. But was Jacob really the enemy now? Perhaps it is possible for there to be some good in the other side. He decided it was probably best to stick to his story. And he began to finish his meal. "I think I'll sleep with my door closed tonight, Jacob." Andrew said an hour later as he ducked into his small bed, closing the door behind him, leaving him in pitch darkness. "Goodnight" Jacob had said just after Andrew had closed the door. At least this gave Jacob some 'alone' time with himself. He waited a few minutes for the rumbling of Andrews bed to stop before taking his cloths off and crawling into bed, naked. He began to think of thoughts to arouse him, the usual things, mostly girls from back home that he remembered, but it wasn't quite doing the trick. He let his mind wonder a bit before his thoughts went to Andrew. He instinctively began to rub himself as he begun to think about what the skinny fox looked like naked. 'Wait, no, this is wrong!' his mind told himself. But the body was more willing. His mind was lost, trying to justify masturbating to his male friend. It was something that he would get sent to the gas chambers for, should any one find out. But he was well enough alone, and he thought it would hurt anyone if it was just this once. At this point his shaft had gotten completely tall and rigid, to its full height and hardness at the thought of Andrew. He stroked his dick and moaned in pleasure. He began to think of Andrew sucking his cock, taking his full length into his muzzle, and that only made Jacob moan louder and rub faster. Then the tables turned, he had Andrews penis in his mouth, suckling at the piece of flesh. He was shocked at himself for a moment but continued to grasp at his shaft. He wondered what it felt like, to have another male inside him. The curiosity alone was enough to get him off. Hot streams of cum spurted out onto his chest as he moaned Andrews name, panting. After resting, and re-gathering his thoughts, he looked at what he just did, what he just thought; he smiled realizing that he didn't give a damn. He didn't care if anyone knew. He just lay there, thinking about Andrew until he fell asleep. --- Andrew fell asleep almost instantly when he hit the tattered, worn pillow. He dreamt of Jacob, he didn't know why. They were running away, out of the camp together to live at his old farm house. It was a very strange dream, and he didn't know why he thought it so appealing. The pleasant dream was cut short when he woke up, an unknown amount of time later. He turned to his side, his head in between the little space between the wall and his bed meant for getting in and out. He began to vomit for what seemed like forever to him. Finally it was all out, and the only thing he could remember before he fell unconscious again was the putrid smell of vomit and blood. --- The next mourning, Jacob arose to see a crisp sunny day waiting for him out side. He was in an extremely good mood for someone who was forced into working in a concentration camp. He was still a mess from last night's adventure, and figured it would be best to get the smell off him before he woke Andrew up. He went across the hall to where the washroom was. He picked an empty shower stall and scrubbed off the hardened cum off himself with the soap provided. Jacob walked back to his room and put on his usual uniform. Jacob opened the door slowly, so Andrew wouldn't be blinded by the immense amount of light coming from the window. "Andrew? It is time to wake up..." Jacob said, but received no reply, "Andrew?" he repeated. He opened the door further and poked his head in, only to be hit with thick scent of blood and vomit. "Andrew!" Jacob screamed. He reached into the dark, cramped room for his body. Jacob carefully pulled him out. "Andrew... Wake up!" he said in German. Jacob began to panic. "Oh god, SCHEISSE!!" He screamed over and over again. "Calm down." He told himself. He picked up Andrews body again and ran as fast as he could with him down stairs, outside, across the field, and into the medical building. "Help! Somebody help me!" He screamed at the nurses. "What happened?" One of them asked. "I don't know, I woke up and when I went to his room, there was vomit and blood everywhere. Please you must help him." He pleaded. "Who is he?" The nurse asked. "Uh..." He thought for a moment, "A translator. He interprets the British and Canadian radio waves." He lied. The nurse looked at him a moment and then said, "Alright, get him on a table," "Thank you." Jacob said. --- Jacob waited, and read the battle reports while he did so. The Allied powers had pushed through another couple of miles closer to their position, the entire camp was on high alert and any evidence of the prisoners was being destroyed, including the prisoners themselves. Jacob only glanced at them, his mind completely focused on Andrew. About an hour had passed before the nurse came back, "He has a terrible infection, I think we stopped it, but the rest is really up to him. Can't do much anyway with the supplies we got." "So, is he going to be okay or what?" "I really don't know." "Can he be moved back to his room?" "I suppose, but someone's got to feed and clean him. And I'm afraid I'm already short on staff." "I'll do it," Jacob finished. There was no better way to get him back upstairs then to just carry him by hand, there were no stretchers available, and Jacob didn't want to risk anyone finding out that this "translator" was staying in his room. He put Andrew in his bed, so that he could get at him more easily. He told his superiors he was feeling under the weather and was going to stay in, they bought it. He spent the majority of the day waiting by Andrews's bedside, holding his hand in an attempt to wake him (or so he told himself).Until it was about time for diner. Jacob had made the usual list of things to eat, but when he returned to his room with the food, he realized that Andrew couldn't eat it in his state. And frankly, neither could he. It was about 9 o'clock when Jacob felt a stirring and a slight grip in his hand, "Andrew?" He quietly called out. He heard a small grunt in response. Jacob gasped in excitement and stood over him with great speed, "You're awake." He said in French, smiling. Andrew smiled back and looked up at Jacob with eyes being forced to stay open and a smile that wasn't getting enough energy to get through all the way. "Food?" Andrew said in barely a whisper. "Yes... yes there is food." Jacob replied as he rose to get Andrews plate. He cut off a small piece of meat with the knife and fork and carefully put it in Andrews's mouth. Andrew closed his eyes, clearly unable to keep them open any more. He hopelessly began to open and close his mouth in a vain attempt to chew. After a while on the one piece he gave and forced it back out of his mouth. Jacob looked at the small piece of meat and then at Andrew. Thinking for a moment he picked up the piece of meat and put it in his own mouth. He chewed it until it was swallowable then did the one thing he would have only done as a last resort until now. He put his lips to Andrew's. His eyes were closed and he used his hand to open Andrew's mouth and he force-fed him the pre-chewed meat. He held it for a moment longer then broke it to see Andrew swallow it all. Andrew fell back asleep. Jacob sat there next to him, thinking about the semi-kiss he had just given. He mind was bent on that. He wondered what Andrew would think of it when he woke up. He wondered if Andrew would wake up at all. When he thought this, and thought about what would happen if Andrew had died, he broke out in tears he was trying to hold back since the 'kiss'. After a few moments he was openly crying; hoping that this fox of his would at least see another day. Another day they could spend together. To be Concluded Authors note: Sorry to leave you hanging, I promise i'll finish it. Really. Any way, i'll have the Sequel to this in the next week or two, so don't get too excited. I'm telling you in advance: I won't give away anything about the next one. No matter how much you beg. Cheers!

Chapter 10: First Day of Event Part - 1 by rsareal

#12 of D.M.O.N. - First off I don't own any char of the Digimon series, But I do own a char name Alphonse. Please forgive me if there are grammar and spelling errors so far. I still haven't think of his mother's name yet, but I will keep my head spin so the story keeps on. Until then, enjoy. Chapter

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First off I don't own any char of the Digimon series, But I do own a char name Alphonse. Please forgive me if there are grammar and spelling errors so far. I still haven't think of his mother's name yet, but I will keep my head spin so the story keeps on. Until then, enjoy. Chapter 10: First Day of Event Part - 1 Al rush to the kitchen after Renamon told him that his mother finally awoke. He looked for a bucket or other similar in the kitchen for his mother's vomit. The first thing pop in to his mind was to look at the sink. It usually has a small closet below the sink where the plumber fixes the drain. He opens the closet door and found what he was looking for. A small bucket with a sponge, a rug, and a brush in it. "Got it!" he said and grabbed the bucket and throw away what's inside of it to the side of him. He heard that his mother was about to hurl. In panic he rushed to her mother with the empty bucket and said, "Hold on a little longer, mom!" Somehow his mother didn't hear him and started to hurl louder until she was unable to contain any longer. Thus she start to vomit, flooding the floor with her digested food last night for several seconds. "OH MAAAN!!" yelled Al in agony while she vomiting. "YOU DID IT AGAIN, MOM!!" "Morning, dear," said mother feeling better after vomiting. "Do you have to yell that loud in front of me?" "Look mom, I'm sorry that I yelled at you. It's just that you always vomit every time you arrive at home." He said trying to be calm a little, "It's really not nice to give your only child a hard labor on Sunday." "I'm really sorry about that, dear," replied mom and then hold her head for her headache. "Guess I had too much to drink that's why I still hurling." "Your unbelievable, mom," said Al and then went to the kitchen and grabbed a mop and water in the bucket he held before. "The aspirin is on the table, mom. I've prepare it this early morning." "Early morning?" she asked while grabbing the pills and glass of water to drink it. "That's not very usual for you to wake that early." "Well it was a bad dream, mom." He replied and then started mopping the floor, "That's why I awake so early. You should cut the beer. It's bad for your health." "I know, but the customer always offered me a drink or two, and eventually I got drunk." Said his mother and then went to the window to open it. A morning breeze blowing filling the house with a new air and also excising the foul smell of her vomit. She inhaled the breeze deep filling her lungs with fresh air, "Hmm... fresh air in the morning really calm me down. So will you continue your slumber after that?" All Al did was raising his shoulder with an express of ‘I haven't thought of that' from his whole body, still mopping the floor until it is clean. "Well I would, because I got less sleep on weekdays. Thank goodness it is Sunday so good morning then." She continued and headed to her room where much further way from Al's room. Then he remembered that his door was wide open which makes him gasp in silent when his mother went to her room by passing his. But Al remains silent and observing her reaction when she passes his room, no responds so far. After his mother went into her room with a sound of door closing, he rushed to his front room still holding the mop. What he saw was a complete relief because his door was closed. After that he continued moping the floor until it was clean and shining thanks to his effort for 15 minutes. He went directly to the kitchen, cleaning the mop, bucket and himself and then grabbed some breads and a bottle of water for Renamon. Then he went back to his room. He opened the door and saw that Renamon was sitting at the window looking at the beautiful Sunday morning. "Nice view isn't it?" he asked while closing the door slowly. "Not much." She said without removing her view, "when you compare it to the Digital World." She turned her head and looked at Al bringing more bread and water. "Um... yeah. I think you are right," said Al without a second thought. "Anyway, sorry for bring in more breads. It is the only thing I can get for an unwanted guest without anyone suspicion." "I can understand with that." She replied and then walks grabbing one of the bread. And then went silent for a minute or two. "So, are you going home to your tamer today? The sky is clear right now." He asked trying to get another conversation. "Not really." She replied while munching the bread. "What do you mean?" he asked wondering her answer. "Someone will pick me up." She replied. "And that is all I can say for now. The rest is up to them and you." "Okay... I'm completely lost right there. What do you mean it is up to me?" he asked her but she didn't answer. A moment later he heard a car came by at his front house. He looked outside just to see three women and a man step out of the red car, although that red car seems familiar. Al looked at the man closely. Then suddenly he realizes that the man was Takato. Then that means that car belong to Miss Kari Kamiya. Thus without any more doubts he saw that Kari came out of the car. "Miss Kamiya?" said Al bluntly. "How did she find my home?" He looked again and saw one of the women beside Kari took out something from her right side. She watches closely to the thing she took for a moment and then walks to Al's entrance house. Al dashed right toward the door before the door bell rang. But no avail as the bell rang before he reached it. Al yell, "I'll get it!" while running didn't care whether his mother heard him or not. Al open the door and greet his teacher and her friends which he didn't recognize the other three. "Morning Miss Kamiya. What a surprise to see you in the morning at my house." He then looked at Takato, "Morning Mister Takato." Then he looked at the three new faces. "And who are they?" "They are my friends, Alphonse. And good morning to you too," replied Kari with a smile. "I see. Well then come in and make yourselves at home." He said and opened the door widely and led them inside to the living room. All of the guests looked around his house and they think it was quite decent. "It's not much that you can see in my house. Please, sit down. Can I get you something?" said Al with a smile and a little bit curious. "Water will be fine." Replied a woman with a knot on her pale dark brown hair and the others nod. "Okay then just a moment." Said Al and walked to the kitchen and another five minute brought five glasses of water. He served the drinks to the table. "Sorry for the inconvenient everyone," said Al trying to start the conversation. "Miss Kamiya, Mister Takato. Do you mind introducing me to them?" "Right," said Takato. "First off, the girl who asked for water, named Suzie." The dark pale brown girl greet with a wave. "The glee full woman next to her was Yolei." The long purple pony tail hair greets Al with a ‘Hi!' "And the cold silent type woman here is Rika." The red brown short hair didn't greet Al because she was glaring at Takato. "See what I mean? And these are our digimons." He said while taking a same device like the short hair woman Rika was looking before. "Guilmon, Lopmon, Impmon," Suzie took the same device as well except they were two with different color than Takato's, "and Hawkmon." Yolei took out her device again identical to Suzie and Takato. "Hello there everyone," Al greet with a smile as well. "And where is yours, Miss Rika?" "Oh... you've already met her yesterday." said Rika with a soft voice, very different when Takato told him before. "You mean Renamon was yours?" he asked bluntly without a thought. "Yes," another voice appears from behind Al, and that makes Al jump from his seat unable to withstand his surprise treatment. "I am her digimon." "Argh... Do you have to do that all the time, Renamon?" yelled Al because he is angry at Renamon who use teleportation to reach him and the guests. "Well. In my world, my race was known as a shadow assassin." She said with a smile then walks toward Rika. "So stealth and teleport is a basic skill we have." "Oh yeah, well I will accept your reasons if they didn't give a heart attack again," said Al with a sarcastic tone. Takato nod his head while the girls laughing. "Anyway, back in to the topics at hand." Al looked at the guests for a moment in silent. "I expect that Miss Yolei, Miss Rika, and Suzie are having the same problem like you, Miss Kamiya?" All of them looked at each other and nodded. "Yes, they are," said Kari as their representative. "We are, as you already know, the Digi Destiny. Each us has been bestowed with a partner to fight against evil. " "For several years we keep the world at peace," said Yolei in a serious tone. "And now a new threat has consumed the earth again." "But this time, it is in the game." said Suzie continued the next sentences. "Even though it's just a game, it gave a lot of side effects to the Digital World," said Rika. "Most Digimon has been corrupted by the game program and went berserk. Those who aren't were killed by the berserk Digimon." Said Takato continued the next sentences. "And that's where we come in line," said Kari. "We tried to protect everyone not just in the game, but the tournament as well, just like you saw the event yesterday." "However, as much as we tried to protect them," continued by Rika. "The glitches gave stronger effects to the real Digimon and thus paralyze them on the spot. And to make matters worse is it will become frequent." "Forgive me for interruption. But there was a rabbit Digimon that didn't get the effect. How is that possible?" asked Al remembering yesterday event. "Rabbit Digimon, you mean Antylamon?" asked Suzie. "He has a device that can protect him from the glitches. Our Digimon has the same equipment, except those who enter the battle stadium, because we don't want to get suspicious by the administrator." "But seeing Angewomon and that Beelzeb-guy fell limp at the arena has raise enough suspicion, aren't they?" asked Al again. "True. But the admin didn't watch the stadium directly," said Rika answering the questions. "They only watch it through data logs. So they didn't know if there are changes because of the glitches. Other than that, most people ignore it." "Of course if someone from the admin came and watch it," said Yolei with laughter. "There is no way the admin will notice the glitches behind logs." "What about in the game?" asked Al again. "Will they ever get suspicious too?" "Well about that," said Takato shrugging his head for a while. "Since the admin gladly created an imitation for hunting purpose, it is very rare to see an infected Digimon attack humans. Of course the infection itself didn't happen very often." "But how can you spot which one is infected and which one is not?" "Weird question yet simple to answer," Said Rika, "The one that hasn't been infected was hiding without any human notice, while the infected one roams freely barraging the area." "Man... I gave up." Said Al raising his hand didn't want to argue anymore with them. "Looks like what mister Takato said was true about you miss Rika. Plus, I can't win against adult and more experiences than me that have just start the game." "Wise choice Alphonse," said Suzie with a smile. "Please call me Al." corrected Al while holding his forehead feeling a little dizzy by their explanations. "I rather called by surname instead of full name." "Alright, since I know all of your stories. What are your intentions on coming here with your ... partners?" asked Al after hearing enough all the problems he wanted to hear. "We, the representative of the Digi Destiny, would like to invite you to join the team," said Takato with a serious tone. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* That's it for now. I do you enjoy the stories so far, since from now on it will be a complete slow update. But still a promise is a promise, and I will intend to keep it until the time is right. Thank you for those who have chose my previous stories as their fav.

Ashling by ShadowWolfGirl

Okay here is a preview of my fabulous book Ashling! For more go to: FictionPress and just search Ashling by Wolf Writer Girl! THANKS A BUNCH! -howl at the moon- \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ It crept out of the dark, like it formed from the shadows. It's sharp look

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Okay here is a preview of my fabulous book Ashling! For more go to: FictionPress and just search Ashling by Wolf Writer Girl! THANKS A BUNCH! \-howl at the moon- \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ It crept out of the dark, like it formed from the shadows. It's sharp look paralyzed me with fear. It slinked forward, sizing me up. With a sick twisted grin on its face, it stood there deciding its next move. The creature was wolf-like but it had a more lion-like tail and maine. It's eyes seemed human, intelligent and it was huge. It was a beautiful, but terrifying creature. Suddenly, more appeared, it was a pack. I was surrounded. I growled and crouched down, challenging them to come closer. The leader hesitated, motioned to its pack mates, and showed his teeth at me. He stood up, morphing into a boy about my age. taken by surprise, I stood up, gawking at him. He had tan skin, dark hair, and startlingly electric blue eyes. He was taller than me, which is very tall considering I am around 5'6. Our eyes met, it felt like I was being electric shocked, but trying not to look weak I started to glare at him. He chuckled at me, feeling uncomfortable I shifted from foot to foot. He watched me squirm, I growled at him. He looked up at me and smiled, I frowned. He called off his pack and took a step towards me, I took two steps back. He looked at me questioningly, like I shouldn't be afraid. I wip around to run. He jerks forward to grab my arm. I snarl and snap into my wolf form. He jumps back in shock, enjoying the moment of control, I crept forward smiling. I know my other form can be very intimidating considering I am a large wolf that looks like I'm made of black and gray shadows. He shifted cautiously into his form, circling me. I smile at his skittishness. I lurch forward scaring him back. I take off into the woods laughing to myself. \_ **One month later...** \_ I take off into the darkness in my now tattered dress. I remember when I got it; Cleo and I were window shopping in hopes of finding something for the dance. Suddenly Cleo grabbed my arm, dragged me into a store, and demanded me to try on this dress. It was perfect. Sighing to myself, I take a quick glance down at my destroyed dress. Can't a girl go to one measly dance without getting chased after by some evil guy?! I dig my toes into the ground making myself shoot through the trees like a bullet. I can't change forms in front of him in fear he might be a bounty hunter. He keeps up behind me, advancing at me. Fear seeps into my veins as my legs start to burn, but I don't dare to stop. I move my legs as fast as they can go. I weave my way through the trees, but everything I try he keeps up with me. I step on something strange for a millisecond when I am flung into the air, trapped in a net. As I am trying to escape, the man walks up, and pulls out a gun. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping it will be fast. There's a bang, but no pain. I open my eyes and he is there in his animal form with the man pinned down and helpless. He shifts into his human form, takes the man's gun, and points it straight at him demanding him to leave and never come back. The man nods, gets up and sprints away in terror. He glares in the direction the man ran from, he looks different. I study him to pinpoint what it is, when he looks at me I notice it. Instead of being electric blue, his eyes were a dark gray, almost black color like a violent storm was about to approach. He looked at my face and his eyes lightened to a soft, pale blue. Startled I asked, "who-who are you?" he pulls out a knife and cuts a rope sending me falling to the ground landing on my butt. I try to get out of the net but I can't, I struggle and thrash and I get tangled up more. He takes his knife and begins cutting me free. I press again for an answer "come on, at least a first name?" He stares at me again forgetting about his knife and drops it inside the net. I struggle to reach it but can't. I look around to see if there is enough room for me to transform. I warn the boy to back up, he obliges. I summon all my strength and shift into my wolf form. My whole body looks like its made of shadows, but not truly because I am not see through or are you able to stick your hand through me, I am a solid. His eye color flickers. I close my eyes summoning the shadow realm. I feel my body turn into a shadow, I slink from under the net making sure to grab the knife with my teeth. I slowly close the realm learning from experience if I close it all at once I will be exhausted. As I reform I see his eyes, they are that electric blue. I switch back to human form and hand him the knife. He nods, turns around and takes off into the darkness. Instinctively I take after him. I catch him easily and tell him, "at least tell me your name if your going to follow me around and save my butt!" He runs harder. I keep up after him. He glares at me but his eyes are a blue like a beautiful summer day's sky. I run ahead of him, whip around, and run backwards facing him as I talk. "You know it's hard to look scary when your eyes tell me how you feel." My back rams into a tree, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp for air like a fish, he stops in his tracks and looks at me with fear. I pant for air until I feel a bit better. He grabs me by the waist and hoists me onto my feet. "thanks" are the only words I can muster to say. He chuckles, "you should have seen the look on your face..." I gasp in mock surprise "THE BOY HAS SPOKEN!" he laughs at me. I ask again "now that I know you can talk can you tell me your name?" he sighs and responds, "Blake Hemming." He watches me intently. Coolly I respond, "Ashling Tala." "well, Ashling, I hope I won't be needing to save your butt anytime soon." but his eyes said otherwise. He spins on his heel and jogs away into the woods. I smile and shake my head knowing its not the last time he will try to save me.

A Holiday from the Expected by Korrado-Xan

C. 2005, Grey K.               The bright sand beach was golden and hospitable, warm waves lapping along the shore and the bright yellowish-white sand bright on the shore. The palm trees ripped with a gentle back and forth motion, beckoning to the casual traveler. The islands of the warm sea stood,

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C. 2005, Grey K. The bright sand beach was golden and hospitable, warm waves lapping along the shore and the bright yellowish-white sand bright on the shore. The palm trees ripped with a gentle back and forth motion, beckoning to the casual traveler. The islands of the warm sea stood, naked amongst the bright blue and green water, like a forest of primeval trees poking above the tree-line on an ancient mountain peak, the swelling, ebb and flow of the tide sliding easily in and out amongst the pull and push of the large silvery moon overhead that seemed to never go dark in the inky, black diamond scattered sky of the tropics. Rial stretched against the scratchy fabric lounge chair, leaning back against its tenuous hold against the little grains of sand that held it captive on the golden beach, its demurely bent legs slowly sinking into the golden swirls beneath it like a tired lover settling in to a feather bed for the night in someone's arms. "What the hell are we doing here?" "I thought we were on holiday..." His reply came from a rhetorical source, his partner of so many years, Ian, a tall, lanky lupine, looking for all his years more mature then his 30 years of age. Ian's gray and white highlighted fur seemed to extend along his sides and chest, his lower body encased in a pair of downright ridiculous board shorts, which stretched almost to his knees. "You have a funny definition of being on holiday Ian... Blown 10,000 light-years to the tiny planet just beyond the ass end of space during its renowned stupid ages... Reminds me of the original usage of the word "safe" you used just before you hit that big red button to turn the engines on...You're on holiday, I was running an experiment, if you don't mind, some of us are still aware of our standings and responsibilities. I knew you were trouble from those first magic words you said to me so long ago..." Ian smiled softly, leaning his body toward his feline companion; "Hehe... Kiss me?" "Hang on..." Rial smirked sourly at the lupine's head as it lolled toward him, turning his muzzle with a flick of his neck to stare out over the swirling blue-green water and azure, cloudless sky. "You do what you like pet, but last I recall of our situation we were standing in a lab, slaving over a particular problem having to do with some ungodly complex concept as quantum field variables and such esoteric things as hyperpulse energy and dynamic stabilization fields in star-drives, then the next thing I know, here we are..." "Which is where, exactly again?" Ian looked slightly irked, "You know as well as I do, we seem to be in the first quarter of the 20th century, on a beach, in the middle of the an ocean, on a backwater little planetoid known in our time as Terra, but back then, or back *now*, whichever, temporal mechanics gives me the shrieking willies, but known now as..." He paused, trying to recall the name the navicomp had spat at him just before sensibly bursting into rainbow hued sparks as the gargantuan curve of the planet came hurtling up toward them; "As Eeeorth or something...That isn't due to be discovered by anything more advanced then the common influenza virus for the next *Two Centuries.* Doing nothing but laying in the sun and looking at the native people..." The tall lupine paused, looking thoughtfully insightful for a moment before smiling that smile that the younger male knew well and loathed; "And this is a bad thing, then, is it..?" "Good Gods Ian, we've been displaced by almost 300 years into a scientific stone age, lolling on some beach on an island that no one knows about, drinking and soaking up the sunshine." "Well, sure, when it comes out of your muzzle, it sounds like a *bad* thing..." The lupine shrugged softly, "We did come away from the crash with a few things intact... We can keep the troglodytes significantly impressed well into our middle ages with our flashing buttons and bright noisy shiny gee-gaws and gizmos. Brighten up pet, after all, we could be in a worse spot, we materialized about 900 miles straight up..." "I'm aware, I glanced at the altimeter just before the engine blew up..." "The first time, or the second?" "The second, when it ripped loose from the moorings and made a valiant escape through the broad side of the hull, with most of our reserve power and a goodly portion of our available oxygen..." Rial gazed at his companion like he'd just been fed something particularly sour, his nose wrinkling quite cutely. "Mmm..." Ian grunted noncommittally, "Well, hurtling through the atmosphere of a planet at Mach 4 when the debris shields fail, the engine blows up and there's a giant sucking tear in the hull definitely keeps one busy enough to not think about breathing much, dunnit?" "Yes... As pleasant as regaining my breath was just before the wing stabilizers ripped off and we were plunged into the middle of the ocean was, I could have honestly done without it..." "We had breath masks, it's not like we were going to drown before managing to get out of the ship, besides the water was so warm and pretty, all those fishes..." "Yes... And the *shark*..." Ian's ears quirked softly as he hmm-ed, his straw making an irritating noise as he took another draw of his almost depleted drink; "Was it really? I thought it looked more like a porpoise..." "Porpoises don't have giant *TEETH* and try to make friends by biting your legs off..." "How would you know, have you ever met a porpoise before?" Rial issued one of his long suffering sighs, "At least the natives were friendly enough to fish us out of the drink before I became chum and you were stranded here all alone for Goddess knows how long." "True Luv, but being the tear in space/time we created will likely carry our quantum signature, I have complete faith in the company to rescue us..." The warm sun continued to gaze down at the two as Ian reached up, adjusting the parasol over his head, glancing around for one of the attendants, grinning as he spied one of them down at the other end of their stretch of beach, "Ahh... Salvation at last." "Hmm?" Rial grunted softly, feeling sleepy despite himself as the gentle hiss and roar of the beach washed over him, "You say something Ian?" "Yes, that I'm sure we'll be rescued from our lack of drinks anytime now..." "That's not funny Ian, when do you think we can expect a search probe?" The lanky lupine rubbed thoughtfully at his angular muzzle, stroking his chin; "Well Luv, I'd say it can't be more then a decade or two, but we could always try to hitch a lift back to the more advanced portions of the galaxy..." "I somehow think I'd be safer staying right here then trying to make it from one end of the galaxy to the other with *you* of all people... I think in that light I'm starting to enjoy this little island despite the fact chances are I'll be stuck here with you for the rest of my life surrounded by Stone Age tools... That last one was made of *steel* for Gods' sake! Barely has the tensile strength of an icicle..." "That's the spirit pet, and just think stone age tools, but gorgeous natives, here comes one now..."

Part 2: The Five by Blatzvack

#2 of From the Ashes - Jared ran through the forest, his pursuer right behind him. "Damn! She's right on my tail!" Jared said to himself. Ha, tail. Jared thought, losing himself in his lover's mental image a picture of Veronica's tail flashed in his head. The next thing he knew, he was speared by a

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Jared ran through the forest, his pursuer right behind him. "Damn! She's right on my tail!" Jared said to himself. Ha, tail. Jared thought, losing himself in his lover's mental image a picture of Veronica's tail flashed in his head. The next thing he knew, he was speared by a flash of blue-gray fur. They rolled over the soft grass as they both wrestled for control over the other. Jared used the momentum from his tackling to roll over his shoulder and come out on top, pinning his feline sweetheart's arms to the sides of her head. He made eye contact with her as he smiled and leaned in close to give her a kiss. He parted and noticed the smile on Veronica's face. The smile left her face, though, and turned to a look of puzzlement with a hint of concern. "Why'd you stop, love?" She whipped her long, skinny yet strong tail around Jared's ankles, and she flipped her tail, taking her mate's leg from under him and throwing him off balance. They wrestled a bit until they come to a stop with Veronica on top this time, her pinning Jared to the ground by placing one hand pressing on his chest and the other holding his wrists together, her tail was binding his ankles together. "So I can do this." Jared replied, a devilish grin on his face. Throwing his weight to one side, he rolled his mate over his side and came to rest on top of her, his weight pinning her arms behind her back and he clamped his legs together as he felt her tail creep up his leg once more. "You mustn't do that. This IS training after all. When we go to Wake the others, you might have to fight if the Swarm beats us there." Veronica said, her face concerned. Jared knew that Veronica took these training exercises seriously, but he had been training all day, and was tired of running drills. He had picked up a few survival skills and combat magic that could help him get to safety and decided that that was enough. He wanted to spend time with his mate. They had repeatedly Hopped to the Five Planets that were marked as safe from the Swarm. Here in the planets vast environments, Veronica taught him the ways of Aether and taught him the technologies of a Hopper. She taught him the secrets of the Aether, the force that holds the universe together and it fills everything from rocks to trees, to animals and people. She showed Jared how to draw it out and to bend and shape it. It was basically magic. Veronica had tried explained to him the scientific parts of it, but never having been exposed to it, Jared only caught on to a few concepts. He caught onto the teqniques fast, however, as Veronica's technology and helping hand made calling the Aether up a LOT easier. "Relax, V, everything's going to be okay, the Swarm wouldn't have found the Tube, it's literally off the map. Besides, it's getting late and we've already covered nocturnal tactics. Also, wouldn't you rather be doing something else?" Jared smiled as he ran his fingertips through Veronica's hair, down her neck, over her sides, and down her thigh. Jared knew this drover her crazy, and he knew that she was his. At least until he felt the tail between his legs to slack and began to snake its way up his leg and into his crotch region. He looked down to see her tail tickling his thigh and crotch, and began to feel his trousers tighten. He looked back at Veronica, who winked at her mate. "No fair." He said as he was the one beginning to melt. "I love you." Veronica said, "And I want you, my Jared." They hadn't mated in two days (drills and teachings had left them both worn out. Even though they wanted to, they just didn't have the energy.) Jared rolled over onto his side off of his furry love. "I am yours, now and forever, my love." Jared began to run his fingertips over Veronica's body as he stripped her Hoppersuit off (he had learned that the leotard/one-piece swimsuit she wore was called this. She said that it protected her body from the chill of the Aether when she planet hopped). She lifted her arms as she slid all the technological gizmometry required for planethopping off of her arms. She was left stark naked staring deep into the eyes of her mate. He leaned in close to kiss and lick her neck, something he knew that she loved. He felt her tremble as his tongue rolled over her neck and chin. Veronica undid his pants as she lifted her tail up his shirt, pulling it off as Jared lifted his head and arms to let it come off. She got his pants undone and pushed them off with her hands as her tail dropped his shirt and went to hooking into the waistline of his pants and trousers and pulled them both off in one dexterous move. The two lovers lay there, looking at each other, "You're getting much better." Jared said with a wide grin on his face. Veronica sat up and pushed her lover into a side straddle position. She spread his legs apart, exposing his fleshy member. She kissed Jared deeply, her tongue dancing all over his mouth. She pulled back and lowered her head. She took his cockhead into her lips and proceeded to suckle it, cleaning it of precum. Jared let out a groan and Veronica felt the vibrations of his body's pleasure in her mouth. Wary of her sharp feline teeth, she took him into her mouth, all the way to the base. She held it in her mouth for a second, then let her tongue dance up and down the shaft. Jared was enjoying it, but he liked it better if he knew that she was being pleasured as well. So, he moved forward and lay down on his back. He then turned her hip so they were in a sixty-nine position. He proceeded to massage her thighs as he let his tongue dance around her hole. He licked around, and then ventured up one lip, a quick flick across the clit, then back to the little circles. Veronica let out a muffled moan as she felt this new rush of pleasure, and proceeded to suck in earnest. She relaxed her jaw, making sure that her teeth wouldn't hurt her mate, then proceeded to cover her lover's thick member in her own saliva. She pulled off, then grasped his pole, and started to stroke. First fast, until she felt it getting hotter, then she'd stop, letting air come and cool him off. Then she'd repeat. This method of warming and cooling built up desire within both of them. It wasn't long until they were both moaning and rocking their hips in time with the other's strokes or licks. They continued until they just couldn't stand it. Veronica was the first to make the move. She stopped stroking and got off. She crawled a few feet away, then dropped to her elbows, her butt sticking into the air. Jared got up to his knees and started to walk over. Veronica looked over her shoulder at Jared. She gave her ass a shake from side to side, communicating that her love had his choice of orifice. Jared smiled as he mounted her, pushing himself into her lips. Jared moaned as he thrust into his furry love, and Veronica moaned as she clamped down over Jared's love pole. Jared pulled out so that the tip was just inside Veronica, and then thrust back deeply. He began to feel orgasm welling up inside his loins as he penetrated deeply. He pulled back out all the way, communicating to his lover that he was about to go. With a nod and a look that told Jared that she was about to go as well, Veronica lifted her tail to give Jared access. They knew that they couldn't have a repeat performance of their first time. Although it was physically possible, neither of them wanted to have a family yet, they knew many other things were to pass before that happened. The only reason V had let it pass the first time was that she knew that there was no chance, as they were not Bonded yet, but that night on Earth had gotten rid of that factor. The genes engraved into Veronica wouldn't let her get pregnant without being Bonded to her lover. But now that she was, the risk was open. Jared had questioned why she did it in the first place, Bind to him he meant. She needed him to bind because she wanted to, and she needed Hopper DNA if Jared was to help her open the tubes. And a Binded Hopper was just as good. Jared shook his head as he got up and walked up and pulled his lover to her feet. He walked over to a tree as he pushed V ever so gently onto it. She was face to face with the tree bark. Jared knew that his lover was a little confused that he broke their routine of finishing in the same position as their first time, even if it was a different orifice. But Veronica seemed to go along with it. She knew that her lover would never harm her and would immediately stop should she want to. She felt him slide her arm down to her own love canal and she felt him move her fingers into her own hole. His hand left hers within herself and moved up to stroke her back. Satisfied with V's position, he pushed his shaft into her butt; a sensation Jared loved every time. At first, V's tail was wrapped around his leg in a downward spiral and her leg was in a standing position. Her arm was originally placed around his neck in a backwards hug. However, things changed at Jared started shoving deeper and deeper. Veronica literally melted in Jared's embrace. With each thrust, V was pushed onto her own fingers, and the two sensations turned her into a puddle. Vibrations of pure ecstasy fired from V's crotch up her spine, into her head, then it traveled to her fingertips, her toes, and then up her tail. Jared was startled at first by when Veronica unsheathed her claws, but continued in earnest when he saw that she started to use them to scratch at the tree, leaving deep claw marks in the bark. Jared took this as a sign that he was doing good, as he pushed deeper. V's tail had long since snaked its way around Jared's waist, pulling him closer, causing him to thrust deeper, and at the same time pushed her farther onto her fingers. Jared felt orgasm build again, and gave himself into the pleasure. He pushed deeper and faster, grunting as each thrust caused more white-hot pleasure to shoot up his spine. He felt the familiar rise in temperature around his stiffy that preceded his lover's orgasm, and he knew what he was going to do. Picking up V's legs by the thighs, he pulled her off her fingers for a mere second. He had no effort holding her up; she was strong, but somehow at the same time frail delicate. Still holding her thighs so she was at her lover's mercy, he thrust her back against the tree, forcing both himself and herself deep into her. They both came as Veronica squirted juices all over her own fingers and Jared spewed warm, sticky cum into her. They parted, cum still clinging to Jared's dick and V's hands. They hugged each other as Veronica whispered into Jared's ear, "It seems that I'm not the only one who's improved." They walked to a creek where they washed each other off (Most of V's technology that forms Aether into matter was broken, so they hunted and gathered their resources from the Five), talking about their next plan of action. They decided to read the crystal for the nearest Sleeper Tube. Veronica wanted to stay and train a bit more, but Jared persuaded her that the chances of a Swarm encounter was minimal, and said that their time on the Five Planets weren't wasted on him. He believed that they could do it, and wanted to help. They planned to leave the next morning, as neither of them had the energy for a long Aether jump. Veronica typed in the coordinates obtained from the mana-data crystal, and the blue electric vortex opened in front of them. Jared looked at V uneasily, but strengthened his resolve at a reassuring smile from her. He clasped Veronica's hand as he drew her closer, these jumps through the Aether could be quite chilly, and her fur was quite the conductor. To be continued...

Totalitarian Love by Taro Inu

This is my first story on here...sorry if it doesn't exceed your expectations... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Welcome to the metropolis of Astropok â€" the year is 2050 and the mayoral elections ended last year. Why mention that? It is because that is the beginning of the problem. The mayoral election

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This is my first story on here...sorry if it doesn't exceed your expectations... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Welcome to the metropolis of Astropok â€" the year is 2050 and the mayoral elections ended last year. Why mention that? It is because that is the beginning of the problem. The mayoral election results were very close and had every citizen sitting on the ends of their seats. The candidate for the Astropok Change Committee Party was Arthur Goodpaw and the opposition candidate for the Total Reform Party was Jonathan McKarcass. After 24 hours of hoping and praying, Jonathan McKarcass won the mayoral elections by a landslide. People celebrated in the streets, brothers got drunk and banged their sisters; it was a HUGE celebration! People were finally happy and hoped that he would bring great changes to their metropolis. Oh, he brought changes all right...just not good ones. After a few months, Astropok was being transformed into a totalitarian society before everyone's eyes. Recorders and cameras were installed into every apartment, home, condo, trailer, you name it! The mayor declared that every conversation on telephones and other communication devices would be monitored and never private. Crime decreased to the point where the crime rate was now 2% instead of the 61% that it was only months before. But now that I have explained what has happened...this is where our protagonist comes into play. \* \* \* \~Kowai HQ\~ "Dammit, Ryan! What the hell were you thinking?!" the commander, Commander Chi, shouted at one of his agents. "I'm sorry sir, but I â€"" Agent Ryan, our main character, began. "The cops almost caught you this time! I ask you to stay out of sight and you completely go against my orders!" "Yes sir, I understand. I promise it won't happen again!" "Your damn right it won't! I'm putting you off for a week until you have learned your lesson." "What? What the hell do you see me as, sir? A school boy? I'm the best agent you got!" "It's a risk I'm willing to take. I don't want to lose another member of this team!" Commander Chi shouted. "But, sir!" "No, get out. It's only a week; we will still try hard to bring this regime to an end â€" with or without your help." "..." "..." "...so long sir..." "Vá»›i Thiên Chúa..." Commander Chi began. "... tất cả các vật có thá» Ä'ược," Ryan finished. That is the Kowai group's sign of respect. \* \* \* \~Streets of Astropok\~ Now what do I do? Here I am going home to my obnoxious sister of mine and dealing with her...wasted-ness! Ryan's older wolf sister was a drunk. She always came back to their apartment late at night â€" wasted and giving details about the great sex she had at the club. Ryan always saw her as a slut and nothing more; he never saw her as the sister he once knew and love. He had a lot to look forward to when he got to his (really his) apartment. The strong breeze that whizzed past the shiny and beautiful skyscrapers brought Ryan out of his thoughts and caused his black wife beater and brown cargo pants to go flapping around on his body. He never wore his agent outfit when he wasn't on a mission otherwise he would have been suspected easily. All he wore when working for Kowai was a bullet-proof vest and white sweatpants. Oh and a mask, otherwise he would have been arrested by now! After his lengthy walk, Ryan finally approached his apartment building and walked right in to see the desk woman, who he called "Ms. Cheerful", greeting him warmly like she always did. "Welcome back, Mr. Johnson!" she greeted him with her big grin. "Thank you, Ms. Cheerful," he chuckled smiling back. Ms. Cheerful was a beautiful fox who always seemed to remind Ryan of a model. He always wondered how the hell she got a job as an assistant at a front desk of a 4-star apartment building. Yes, Ryan was working an underground job but boy they never underpaid their agents. "Well, time to go up to watch TV and wait for the drunken whore to come home." \* \* \* \~Ryan's Apartment\~ "You silly little man! You can't eat all those hamburgers!" Ryan laughed at the TV program. "Oh! He's gonna do it!" Suddenly, Ryan heard his door shut loudly and heard the heavy, and clumsy, footsteps on his hardwood floor; his sister was home. The grey wolf shot up like a bullet off of his couch and into the hallway to see his older sister supporting herself by leaning against the wall. She had one hand on the wall, and an empty beer bottle in the other. Ryan also noticed a strap of her tank top had snapped and was showing a good amount of cleavage between her DD breasts. Not only that, but he also noticed stains on her very short skirt. Ryan just had about enough of her habits. "For God's sake, Megan! Do you need to come home like this practically every night?!" Ryan scolded her. "Ha, ha! My little brother still, hic, worries about his older sister. How, hic, cute!" she laughed as she hiccupped a few times. "Well of course I'm worried, you tail-raiser! Worried that you'll come home with an STD or finding out you're pregnant! Listen, I may be a risk-taker but â€" the risks your taking will very well stick with you forever!" "Eh, blah, blah, blah! I use birth control and they use condoms, what's the big whoop?" "I'm not even going to start this Megan! You really are a slut!" Ryan shouted as he stormed back to the living room. "Well you never should have worried about me getting pregnant by those guys!" "And why not?" Ryan asked. "Well, because the only person who I want to have kids with is you!" Ryan's heart jumped and his stomach turned from the words that just came out of her mouth. Ryan's eyes were wide and his muzzle was wide open as well. He began to walk slowly back to the hallway to see his sister still leaning against the wall and looking up at him. "Have...what?" Ryan said unsure if what he heard was correct. "What? Did I, hic, stutter?" she asked. "I don't think so...but you did hiccup." Ryan looked back at her dilated pupils and small grin. She set down her empty beer bottle and began to slowly walk towards him. Ryan backed away afraid of what would come next to the point where he reached the end of the hallway and had nowhere to go. He didn't have the keys for the doors near him; so much for being safe than sorry. "You know Ryan...I never noticed how adorable you are. But I know that you're the only one I want to knock me up." "Now sis, this is just the alcohol. Think about what you are doing!" "I know what I'm doing, bro." "Even so, to you I'm the same as all those horny bastards down at the club! To you, I'm just another sex toy!" "Ryan, I wanna tell you a secret!" she sang-sung, tapping on his chest. "What would that be, Megan?" "I haven't been truthful with you," she whispered into his face. Ryan sniffed her breath for a second. Her breath...didn't smell like alcohol at all! "Megan...you haven't been drinking, have you?" Ryan asked her, shocked. "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Here is your prize!" she giggled. Before Ryan had a chance to act, her lips were pushed into his. Ryan was suddenly baffled at why he didn't try to stop her. Then, without warning, he felt something wet and slimy enter his mouth. It was her tongue! Now he began to ask himself another thing; why wasn't he stopping her? "Hmm, you're not a very good kisser," Megan exclaimed. "Sorry," Ryan apologized. "Don't worry, we'll work on it. We'll work on a lot of things!" She opened up her bedroom door and quickly pushed him inside. Ryan collapsed onto her bed and looked up to see her shutting the door behind her. With that same grin, she walked over slowly and began to take her tank top off in the process. "You didn't know my door was unlocked?" she questioned her dumbfounded brother. "I knew it was, but if I went in here it would have just sped up the process," Ryan lied. "I see." She finally took her tank top completely off exposing her soft and well-sized breasts. Ryan was suddenly overwhelmed at how sexy his own sister was and finally did not care if this was incest or not! This 22-year old was finally about to lose his virginity to someone he cared for...someone that knew him best. "You remember these, don't you little bro?" she giggled lifting up her breasts for him to admire. "Last time you saw these naked, it was bath time 12 years ago. Now why don't you give them the greeting they deserve?" She pounced on top of her brother to keep him from fleeing; which was the last thing he wanted to do. She grabbed his hand and set it on her breast. "You know what to do." Ryan began to need both of her breasts softly and tenderly hoping she would enjoy it. He heard a low, but audible, growl coming from within her. "Harder. Smack them around too, don't be nervous." Ryan obeyed his sister and kneaded them harder. A louder growl began to fill Ryan's ears; growls that came from Megan. Ryan, knowing he was doing well, smacked one of her tits softly and then harder the next time. "Oh fuck! That's it!" Ryan kept it up until he couldn't hold back any longer; he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. "Oh shit!" Megan cried, taken off guard. "Oh, my God. You think I'm going to feed you milk? You have to cum inside me and get me pregnant first!" Ryan wasn't listening; he was too focused on needing and sucking her tit as much as he wanted. "Oh Ryan! Suck my huge tits! They're all for you now! Oh I'm getting so wet!" Megan reached under and began to stroke her bare pussy. She really was a whore, she wasn't wearing panties. She suddenly let herself fall onto her brother, smothering her boobs in his face. "I'll bet you want air now! You got to suck harder than that!" Ryan sucked harder and harder, but she wasn't letting him go! He thought quickly and bit on her nipple. "Ouch!" Megan cried, lifting herself off of her brother. "I love pain, but that really hurt!" "Sorry, I was losing air!" Ryan told her. "No matter, you got another job to do!" Megan turned around and swung a leg right over Ryan's head and backed up to show him her pussy. "You lick and suck me; I'll lick and suck you." Ryan stuck out his sandpaper tongue and took a big lick to her drenched pussy. "Oh yeah! Just like that little bro!" Megan grabbed his cargo pants and pulled them off as quickly as possible. Her eyes got wide as she was staring face to face with an 11 inch long wolf cock and a knot that was bigger than any other she ever saw. "My God Ryan! You're enormous!" "Mph mph!" Ryan replied, muffled by her vagina. She lifted her back end up, "What?" "Thank you," Ryan said, almost out of breath. "You're welcome, now shove your face back in there!" She set her back end down and Ryan continued to smother his muzzle in her pussy. Megan, without a moment to spare, opened up her maw and took Ryan's length into her mouth. Ryan began to groan loudly but was still muffled; however the vibration of his groan made Megan even wetter and made her suck harder. "You love your own sister sucking your cock?!" she shouted. "Mph!" Megan laughed and placed his cock between her breasts and continued to suck him off. "Mph!" "Don't moan, Ryan! Otherwise I'll â€"" "Mph!" "AHHH! SHIT!" Her juices began to gush into his maw and all over his face. He pushed her up so that he could breath. "Ack! Cough! Cough! Cough! Megan, how the hell did you â€" ACK!" Without knowing, Ryan came into his sister's mouth. Megan moaned as though she was enjoying the taste of his cum. "You taste so delicious, bro. I could eat your cum all day!" "I think that can be arranged." "I love you," she said warmly. "How do I know you're not lying?" "I thought I told you, I want you to knock me up. I wouldn't want that if I didn't truly love you." "I guess you're right, but â€"" "But what?" "But I don't think we should have kids yet." "Why not?" "You know!" "...oh! Your job! Right. Well until we'll be able to have kids, let's just have safe sex." "Nope, I'll fuck you without a condom! But I'll cum outside," Ryan promised. "Always thinking of others," she laughed. "I guess." "Well shut up and get that cock in me, big boy!" Megan was not asking, she was demanding! Ryan did not want to get her mad, so he got her on all fours and slammed his cock inside of her. "Come on! Your knot, too!" "What?" "Dammit, I don't want to ask twice!" Ryan did so and ended up getting a loud howl from his sister. "Yes! Oh my fucking â€" yes! Fuck me Ryan! Fuck your sister's pussy!" she cried. "Megan, I've actually been waiting for this forever!" Ryan admitted. "Me too, Ryan. Now give it to me! Make cum all over your cock!" Ryan began to go in and out of her pussy and slamming his knot back in every time causing his sister to howl repeatedly. Megan knew Ryan's cock was going to fit perfectly; after all â€" they were siblings. "Ryan, it feels too good! Don't pull out when you cum!" "Sis, I have to!" "No! Please, I love you Ryan! How many, ugh, fucking times to I have to say it?!" "...fine. I'll try to take responsibility." "Yes, thank you Ryan." Ryan began to pick up speed as soon as he felt his cum beginning to head towards the opening of his cock. "Megan, I think I'm about to cum!" "Do it bro! Oh fuck! Do it!!" "AHNN!!!" With that last grunt of effort, Ryan's cum shot into his sister possibly sealing his and her fate. "You did it, Ryan?" Megan asked. "I did it Megan." "Finally," she began to actually cry, "after waiting...I'm going to have my brother's cub!" "Megan? You're crying?" "I'm just happy Ryan. That's all." "Megan..." Ryan pulled out of his sister and laid her down on her bed. He laid right next to her and embraced her as she began to cry tears of joy till she fell asleep. \* \* \* \~Bureau of Private Communications\~ "Wow!" an officer on monitor watch exclaimed. "Whatcha got, Peterson?" his sergeant asked. "I saw a brother and sister banging each other, sir!" the young officer replied. "Not much of a surprise, we got 3 of those last week. At least we know how many people are desperate in this city. As you were Peterson...and clean up after yourself please." "Yes sir." \=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- This is not over...there is more to come. (No pun intended.) As for what Commander Chi and Ryan said, here's the translation: "With God..." Commander Chi began. "...all things are possible," Ryan finished. (The language is Vietnamese.)

The Lion King Old Stories of the Past 7 by Sevrin Grisha

#7 of The Lion King Old Stories of the Past -   **Sorry it took so long to post this I've been really busy lately with school, and planning on living with my girlfriend, No such luck with finding a place yet. Well here is chapter 7 of my series**   Back in the Wastelands news has hit one more day

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**Sorry it took so long to post this I've been really busy lately with school, and planning on living with my girlfriend, No such luck with finding a place yet. Well here is chapter 7 of my series** Back in the Wastelands news has hit one more day until the wedding, "Ubazai get your tail in here!!" Baya shouted, Ubazai came running in with Viza hot on her heels, "Yes brother what is it?" "Get ready tomorrow is the day of the wedding and the day we wage war on the pride that destroyed our lives," "Yes sir, I'll be ready," "The Jackals will be waiting and watching you, they'll let you know when it's time," "So they'll be watching me the whole time just in case of?" "Yes, so you don't go running off on your own," "Viza cover your ears," Ubazai said, Viza did as she was told, "Baya...why the fuck would I run off, if I run off I'll be killed on sight not only by you and the Jackals but by the Pridelanders, and my being dead will make Viza more of an orphan, she already lost her mother she's not going to lose me!!" Baya was shocked Ubazai never spoke to him that way before, "You watch your tongue, when you talk to me," "Fine, but during the battle it's everyone for themselves no helping one another," Ubazai turned around and picked up Viza and walked to her den that Viza found for them both, "Sorry Viza," "It's okay mommy, when are you going to the battle, "Tomorrow night," "Where am I going to be?" "Here, I don't want you to see the battle that happens," Ubazai said softly, "If anything were to happen to you my dearest little bundle of fur, I don't know what I'd do," the two then began to slumber with Viza on top of Ubazai's neck and head, "Night Viza," she said, smiling, "Night Mommy," Ubazai smiled and slowly started to drift off to sleep, but before she did, one quick thought ran through her mind, 'What if I were to die during the battle? Who would care for Viza? She'll have no one,' Ubazai pushed the thought aside, 'I'll live through it she'll never be alone,' then her eyes closed. Ubazai opened her eyes a few hours later as she felt the weight of Viza on her neck and head was gone, she looked around and found her cuddled against her side, she smiled at the sight. Then she looked out and saw that it was night, but not the night of the battle. Ubazai stretched and rolled over hugging Viza. She then began talking to Viza softly, "My sweet Viza, you'll always be with me, and I will always be with you. Even if I'm gone from this world I want you to live on as my living legacy... heh You look just like I did when I was a cub," she smiled at the sleeping form that lay on top of her, "I love you my angel," she said curling her body around Viza, then resting her head next to hers closing her eyes for a peaceful sleep. When morning came Zuri was pacing back and forth, she was giddier than ever, "Zuri relax the wedding is just hours away," Masa said, "But mom I can't I just can't wait, I haven't seen him in two days, it was hell not being able to wake up in the morning to see him," "I know sweetie, I was the same way with your father, don't worry the male always waits at the wedding spot, he'll be there until you show up tonight," Zuri sighed, but then smiled, "Thanks mom, but what am I suppose to do for the time being?" "Anything you want you can chat with the others you can play with the cubs, get used to the feeling of having some around you," "I think I'll do that thanks again mom, let me know when I can get ready," "Alright Zuri." Zuri then walked away and began playing with the cubs all of them laughing at play growling, Masa chuckled, but then she got an uncomfortable feeling run through her, she shivered a bit, then a familiar voice made her turn her head, "You alright dear?" it was Maana, "Yeah just have this feeling, that something bad is going to happen," "Trust me nothing is going to happen this is a special time for everyone especially your daughter." "I know but it's just a feeling that's all, I mean how many weddings do you know that were ruined by something bad?" Maana knew right off the bat what to say, "Just one, My grandfather died during My parents wedding," "Well it's just that one but there is always a chance that something else could happen, I know I shouldn't be thinking about that kind of thing," "Masa stop your freaking out," "I'm sorry Maana I'm going into the den," "Alright, I'll take a walk to the Water fall to see how the boy is doing." Kishindo sat behind the Water fall of Arari, "Man I can't believe it, I'm nervous as hell, I can't even think straight," Kishindo then rested his head in his paws, just about to drift off to sleep until the Blue Moon rises. "Hey Kishindo you back here," Maana asked as he entered, "Yeah I'm right here," "You nervous?" "Yeah, I can barely feel my heart, I don't know if I'm ready," "Don't worry boy I felt the same way when Masa and I got married, it's a feeling that almost every male goes through," "Really then it's not just me," "Nope, now the time is almost here, it's just a few hours away, when the time is close I'll leave and get the pride gathered around here, and then you'll be seeing your mate, I trust you to the point of seeing you as my heir as taking my place as king." Maana smiled, "Would you like some time alone?" "Please sir," Maana nodded and headed out, "Thank you Maana," "Your welcome Kishindo," and with that Maana left. Night was approaching rather quickly than expected, everyone was getting ready, the Pridelanders and the Wastelanders, Cheers from the Pridelanders and Roars, from the only two lions left in the Wastelands as well as the Jackals. Kishindo waited outside the Water fall, Zuri was grooming her fur, Masa was helping with the grooming using her paws to make her tail tuft look perfect. While in the Wastelands Baya was gathering the Jackals, but someone was missing but whom; "UBAZAI!!!" he shouted, Ubazai came walking in, "What?" she said annoyed, "Where the hell were you?" "Where do you think?" she asked rhetorically, "That little runt again?" Ubazai growled, "I may not see her again, we were saying good-bye," she said looking away from Baya. "She has made you soft, you are not the heartless sister I knew," "She may have softened my heart, but I'm still the Ubazai I was back then, and you don't know what I've been doing in secret with Viza, I've been training her to defend herself and to fight," Baya just chuckled, "She will never survive in a real fight," "Once she's older she will, now are you ready or not, I want this to be over with," Ubazai said hate in her voice. "Let's get going it's going to be one hell of a walk there and one hell of a fight," then they all left. But a little ways away Viza followed. It was Night time by now; everyone was waiting by the Water fall except for the Wastelanders, they were still pretty far off away. Every now and then Ubazai turned her head to see who was following she couldn't help but feel that someone was following them. "What's wrong Ubazai?" a jackal asked, "Nothing I just can't shake the feeling that we're being watched," "Don't worry about it, it's just a feeling," "I guess you're right." At the Water fall the Pridelanders gathered up in two separate lines, waiting for the bride. Then out of the brush came Zuri being walked by both Masa and Maana. Zuri's fur shined when the moonlight hit her fur. Everyone was shocked at how beautiful she looked. They finally approached Kishindo and Zuri turned to face him and smiled, Ponya was standing in between them, "Good-evening everyone," she began, "We are all gathered here today to witness the joining of these two lions in holy matrimony," She turned to Kishindo, "Do you Kishindo of the Wastelands, take Zuri princess of the Pridelands as your one true lioness, to cherish and to hold, and protect with your last breath?" Kishindo stared right into Zuri's eyes, "I do," Ponya then turned to Zuri, "And do you Zuri, take Kishindo as your one true lion, to cherish and to hold, to protect with your last breath?" Zuri also stared straight back at Kishindo, "I do," she said smiling even wider. "I now pronounce you lion and lioness, you may kiss the bride," she said, both Zuri and Kishindo nuzzled each other, and kissed each other. Every one cheered, but then it was interrupted by a loud roar, everyone turned to see Baya standing on the hill top, smiling evilly, "You filthy Pridelanders you took away what was rightfully ours, you kicked us out, you all left us to starve, we will not stand for it anymore," he said, "Attack!! No Survivors," just as he said attack the entire Jackal pack came running down snarling. The Pridelanders turned and began attacking the intruders. Zuri and Kishindo stood close to each other, "Stay with me Zuri," Kishindo said, Zuri nodded, just then a jackal jumped at her, she ducked just in time. The jackal that had lunged at her jumped into the water, she turned and began to drown it. The jackal floated up dead, "Zuri get in the Water fall I'll try to come and get you," "No I'm not leaving you out here," she said to her mate, "Zuri I swore I'd protect you, and that's what I'm doing," Zuri looked at her lover and nodded, "Be careful," she said and nuzzled him, and then she went into the Water fall unnoticed. Ubazai walked casually passed everyone to meet eye to eye with her younger brother. She then got to him without even getting a scratch, "Kishindo this is your final chance to surrender," "I won't surrender Ubazai," "Then you have brought this upon yourself," she raised her paw and struck Kishindo. Kishindo fell to the ground, Ubazai walked to him, "You have brought this upon yourself brother," she then hit him again. From a distance Viza was watching, and then her cub eyes spotted Ubazai. Kishindo got up and quickly struck Ubazai causing her to slide across the ground. Viza gasped, she has never seen anyone hurt her before, she wanted to go there to her and see if she was alright, but what would she say if she suddenly appeared, Viza didn't want her new mother to be mad at her, and abandon her like her biological mother did. So she just stayed. As the battle raged on both sides were just getting started, none were even the least bit tired. Maana and Masa fought side by side, they were pretty scratched up, but still fighting strong, "Maana I don't know how long I can fight, there's too many of them," "I know but we still got to try," just then Baya charged through, and hit Maana in the side causing the King to stumble, Baya just keep up his attacks on the king. Masa turned to see what had happened, Maana was being outmatched by this lion, big mistake on her part from taking her eyes off the oncoming jackal assault, a jackal jumped on Masa sinking its teeth into her shoulder she roared out in pain, but threw the jackal off of her into a tree, killing it on impact. Viza was watching with excitement, she wanted a closer look but that would cause her to be in the middle of the fray, but if she were out of sight and not in the middle of it all, maybe be in a bush that was at least a front row seat. She slowly slid down the slope and started looking for a bush to hide in. once she did a body fell in front of her, she gasped at who it was, it was the king, and he was badly injured. Baya slowly walked up to the king, "Now King Maana it is your end," Baya grabbed Maana in his jaws and began to apply pressure, slowly crushing his windpipe, Baya then shook his head violently, then dropped the body, the king of the Pridelands was dead, "Now time for the Queen," he said as he made his way killing anyone that got in his way. Kishindo saw this in the quickest instant; he dodged one of Ubazai's attacks and knocked her to the ground. He charged at Baya, away from Masa. "Kishindo you traitor," Baya said getting up, "I know I'm a traitor, don't you see what you're doing, your destroying what was once our family, this pride you lived in it, just because what mother and father did," "You watch yourself boy," Baya threatened, "You don't scare me Baya, you may scare others but not me," "I'll make you eat those words," Baya lunged at Kishindo pinning him to the ground, "Your life ends here brother, you could've been great, if I would've died then you would've taken my place," "I never wanted this, this is what you wanted," just then Baya began applying pressure on Kishindo, crushing him beneath his weight. But then Kishindo felt the weight was lifted, Zuia the lioness that had given Ubazai the information had tackled Baya, but Zuai's victory was short lived, Baya quickly turned them around so he was on top, he grabbed her throat and tore it open. Baya turned to face Kishindo but was met with a big paw. Ubazai got up slowly, her head throbbed, "Damn Kishindo," but when her eyes fell upon all that was dead, one especially caught her eye Zuia, "Looks like I won't be needing her assistance anymore," Ubazai then made her way to the wounded queen, "Well Queeny...Remember me?" she said smirking, Masa was confused, "Oh come on Masa, 'Oh please can you help me, I'm stuck in this tree I'm afraid of heights,' don't you remember that?" Ubazai said, Masa's eyes widened, "It's you...Ubazai? Why are you doing this?" "So I can live in peace, because of you and your mate, we've lived in the Wastelands for far too long, we've suffered there without a pride, only living with the jackals, after the death of mine, Baya's and Kishindo's parents, and now, you've brought this war upon yourself, all you could've done was give us a second chance, but now you've brought death to your family, your mate is dead, half your pride is near death, if you surrender I'll call off the onslaught...What do you say?" Ubazai asked, "We are a proud pride Ubazai, your parents never saw that, they thought that we did unjust things, we were fair, they wanted to be dictators, like you and your brother are," Masa said raising her voice. Ubazai growled, "You are saying that I'm doing the wrong thing, in my eyes, you're doing the wrong things, you never accepted us back," "Because, We knew of your plan, if you never had a plan then we would've accepted you back." But then Masa was hit to the side by Kishindo's body. "Kishindo? You okay?" she asked, Kishindo got up weakly; "Yeah I'm fine." Baya towered over Kishindo and Masa, "Now Kishindo I'll enjoy killing you and your new family, and all right in front of your mates eyes," he said motioning his head to where Zuri was standing, Kishindo's eyes widened, "Zuri get out of here now, hurry," he said straining to stand. Baya then hit Kishindo back to the ground, then he tried again but was again struck down. Ubazai just stood and watched, for about 30 seconds of watching her brother's fight, and the older one killing her youngest brother, something snapped. Baya raised his paw ready for the final blow, but to his shock Ubazai stood in the way taking the blow. Ubazai still stood, "Enough you two!!" she shouted, Baya was outraged by Ubazai's outburst, He smacked her aside, but from her wounds she sustained she was in no shape to take another blow. But when Baya smacked her aside he knocked her into a rock causing a large wound on her head to open even more. "You killed your sister Kishindo," Baya said, Kishindo went wide eyed, he couldn't believe it, his older brother had done it, "You murdered her," Baya lied, trying to put all the blame on Kishindo moving closer, "You are no sibling of ours," he attacked Kishindo relentlessly. Zuri stood in on spot she didn't leave when Kishindo told her to leave, she couldn't leave her mate, she charged at Baya when his guard was lowered. She jumped onto his back, biting into his back, he roared out in pain, but then rolled causing Zuri to lose her grip. Baya got up and saw Zuri laying down on her back, "Ah Now I get to kill your mate, in front of your eyes," Baya began to reach for Zuri's neck, but was stopped, by Kishindo's clawed paw across his throat, Baya jolted back he couldn't breathe. "You bastard," Baya managed to say, "You've killed your entire family," Baya then fell, "Congrats, you'll end up being like us, and it seems all our family was meant to die." Baya then died the tyrant has finally died.

Head Case by chiscringle

Head Case   By Paul Calhoun   Summary: Another crossdresser, this time more experienced, tries a new thing and gets into more trouble than he'd expected when his fursuit head gets stuck. Illustrations done by the same person as who did WVI, and so once again you can extend this story with money or

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Head Case By Paul Calhoun Summary: Another crossdresser, this time more experienced, tries a new thing and gets into more trouble than he'd expected when his fursuit head gets stuck. Illustrations done by the same person as who did WVI, and so once again you can extend this story with money or illustrations. PDF with images here: [http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/310/e/7/head\_case\_by\_chiscringle-d329ji6.pdf](http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/310/e/7/head_case_by_chiscringle-d329ji6.pdf) Gregor Birnakov checked the mirror one more time, hefting his white-furred breasts to make sure they appeared real. His white-striped black tail swayed out from behind him, and his silver-white hair hung just above the base of that huge adornment. He'd bought the skunkess costume from its previous owner for the party tonight. He'd done drag before, but though his false female genitals were still usable, the fake breasts he'd used previously were much larger than the previous owner's and so he'd had to pad the suit rather than wear the falsies underneath. The same went for his other 'curves,' meaning that he' had to pad the suit itself in those places as well. And that he wasn't going to be doing anything other than dancing tonight. In addition to stuffing the bust, hips and butt, he'd also filled the head with stuffing. He'd learned two things when he tried the skunkess's face on for size. One was that he didn't like being enclosed in such a small space and the other was that said claustrophobia was only increased by the fact that the head only barely fit and actually took some wrangling to get back off one he'd gotten it on. That modification left the bottom of the skunkess's muzzle jutting out from eyebrow level, leaving the bottom two thirds of his face exposed. By some artful draping of the suit's silver hair and a white-furred Velcro panel over his mouth and nose, he could just about pass for a long-necked female. Especially if he rounded his shoulders and bent his head down. After some experimenting, he'd also tilted the head slightly upward so that it would seem like the skunkess was looking forward when he looked down. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, Gregor touched a tiny choker wrapped around his neck underneath the suit. A faint red light peeking out from under the white belly fur turned green. "Ahhhh." Greg hummed, his gravelly voice changing to a deep contralto. "There we are. Perfect." He touched the point again, red replacing green. "Might as well conserve the battery," he said in his own voice. \*\*\* Gregor was the first of his usual group to get to the party, so he decided to have a drink before they arrived. The bartender of the club they were partying at was an old friend, but not the sort to appreciate pranks, so Gregor ordered his drink without trying to act like the female he was portraying. He caught sight of Lars before Lars saw him, though, and prepared to see how convincing he could be. Lars was dressed in a classical Indiana Jones hat, jacket and whip, and apparently had the same thought as Gregor did when he didn't see any of his friends. As he sat next to Gregor, the placebo skunkess touched her neck with a delicate black claw and drew the Velcro patch over her face. Assuming the posture that made her seem like a girl in a skunk suit rather than a guy with a skunkess face sitting on top of his head, she said, "Hello stranger." Lars turned in his seat and sipped his beer. "Well, hello. I don't suppose an alluring creature such as yourself would come unaccompanied." The skunkess crossed her legs. "I was actually waiting for some friends." Lars put his glass down. "So am I. How about we go out onto the floor for a dance while we wait?" The skunkess extended a petite paw. "I'd love to." Gregor was aware of Lars' attempts to get closer to him during the dance than he should have. Then again, Gregor thought, Lars always thought of himself as a smooth operator and tended to have several pre-party drinks. After his second attempt to 'accidentally' brush the skunkess's breast, Gregor decided he'd had enough. Bending his back and neck for that long was starting to give him a cramp, and Lars was obviously never going to realize the true identity of his dance partner without help. "Hey Lars," the skunkess said, touching her neck. "How'd you know-" "Gotcha!" Gregor said, straightening up and pulling the patch from his face. "Gregor! Not this again." He took a step back from Gregor and brushed his face. "Will you stop doing this? This is the fourth time you've kept me away from *real* women." Gregor shrugged and grinned. "What can I say? I'm a troublemaker." Lars stalked off and Gregor was about to return to the bar to wait for some other friends when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Excuse me, miss. I didn't hear what your partner said, but if he doesn't want to keep dancing with you, I'd sure like to." Gregor didn't know who the stranger was, and he didn't want to take any chances with someone blabbing about his identity. He quickly turned his voice changer back on, pulled the panel over his face and stooped again to present his skunkess face to the newcomer. "Sure!" The skunkess chirped. The music had slowed down for a little and the stranger came even closer than Lars had, though he kept his hands where they ought to be. "My name is Igor." He said. "Belinka," the skunkess replied. They turned slowly to the music and Igor said, "Your costume is lovely." The skunkess took a good look at the stranger. He was wearing a white lab coat and goggles. "Doctor Frankenstein?" She asked. Igor laughed. "Doctor Horrible. I know it isn't very good, but I didn't know I was coming until late." The music got faster and louder and their conversation ended by necessity. Igor twirled the skunkess several times and she was quite dizzy when she tried to do a quick move and stumbled. She tried to right herself, but instead ended up running headlong into the wall. "Miss! Miss Belinka! Are you all right?" Gregor shook his head and wondered who was hurt. He wondered if he'd drunk too much. His head didn't hurt, but he felt like it was surrounded in wool. He must have passed out- "Miss Belinka! Can you hear me?" Gregor realized that he could barely see, and that he wasn't hearing the voice very clearly. He could understand the words, but the voice seemed far away. He put a hand to his face, but it ran into something else first. He grasped something that was in the way and pulled, and the world got a little brighter. Someone helped him up and pulled away more of the stuff whatever it was, and now he could see a man in a white lab coat. "Thanks," Gregor said, and the voice that came out brought back his memory. The stranger, his fall. He realized he was still in the costume, and the totality of his situation hit him when he saw what was in his hand. Polyfill stuffing. The crash must have driven his head into the suit's, forcing some of the stuffing out of the holes in the eyes. He was lucky he'd hit it the way he'd had or he might have been driven backwards and been blinded. As it was, he was having trouble breathing through the stuffing in the muzzle. With the help of the stranger, he reached into the mouth - openable but he'd wired it shut when he'd stuffed it. He was glad he hadn't done too much to keep it closed, and soon enough he was able to breathe and talk normally. "Are you OK, Belinka?" Igor asked. Gregor decided to play along. "I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. I think I'll use the bathroom." "I'll wait," Igor replied. Gregor was no stranger to the ladies room, and didn't hesitate as he entered a stall. He was relieved that it had a mirror, giving him a chance to examine the cause of his trouble. The bottom of the head was now covering the zipper on the front of the suit, so he'd have to get the head off to do anything. He grabbed it and pulled, but it wouldn't budge. He didn't want to damage the suit, so once it became obvious the head wasn't going anywhere, he knew he'd have to get home and extract himself as best he could. Igor was waiting as promised and took his arm as he left the bathroom. "Maybe I should drive you home." He said. "No, please." The skunkess replied. "I'm fine. I can drive myself." Igor didn't let go. "Sorry, Belinka, but I must insist. You hit your head and I doubt you can see very well out of that mask, given how carefully you've been walking. Just tell me where to go, and I'll take you there." Gregor had to admit that he was feeling pretty woozy, and the observation about the suit's vision was dead on. With only a token protest, he allowed himself to be escorted to Igor's car and sat down in the passenger seat. Unlike the bar stools, the upholstered chairs of the car were not tail-friendly and he was forced to sit forward in order to be comfortable. He gave Igor his address and ten minutes later they were pulling up in front of his house. "Thanks," the skunkess said as she exited the car. "I can make it from here." Igor got out of the car. "Let me." He took her arm again and made sure she got to the front door. It took her a moment to fish her keys out from the small pocket Gregor had sewn to her hip, and Igor kept holding her arm as she entered. "Really, I'm fine," Gregor protested as Igor lay the skunkess down on the living room sofa. "Nonsense. I'll get you some water." Gregor would normally have enjoyed the inevitable encounter Igor was gunning for, but he had to use the toilet, he certainly wasn't equipped to pass that night and, of course, he was stuck in a skunkess costume. He tugged at the head again, but it didn't budge. He stopped as Igor entered, but the taller man noticed and caressed the skunkess's muzzle as he put the water down next to her. "That fall jammed you in." He said. The skunkess nodded. Igor sat next to her, and smiled hungrily. "Then you won't have to worry about giving away who you are." The skunkess sat up, but her reply was stopped by Igor's kiss. This was more out of surprise than an inability to speak, since Igor was kissing her muzzle and Gregor's mouth was unaffected. This didn't last long as Igor gently pried the skunkess's muzzle open and turned his head so he could reach Gregor's mouth. Gregor leaned into the kiss with the confidence of experience, forgetting for the moment his problems. After all, there wasn't much Igor could do besides fondle him and- That was when he heard the sound of a zipper opening. And not the one in front. He strained his eyes to see down and saw that Igor was pulling aside a zipper on his crotch. That idiot hadn't told him that it was that kind of costume! Igor, however, had noticed what Gregor hadn't and the skunkess's back arched and her tail wagged back and forth as first Igor's hand, then his tongue went to work. Once the skunkess was "primed," then Igor removed his pants and really went to work. The next few minutes were a blur for Gregor, and the next thing he could remember, Igor was on his way out. "Good night, Belinka." He called back. After laying on the couch motionless for ten minutes, Gregor levered himself up and staggered to the kitchen. He was about to cut himself out when he realized that the suit's mouth was still open wide. With difficulty, he unhooked he lower half of the muzzle and got a grip on the suit's zipper. He peeled the costume off, and dug enough stuffing out to free his head. After taking a shower, Gregor cleaned up the suit and put it away. He wondered if Igor had been a normal person or a sex fiend. He hoped it was the first, since if that suit could drive a regular guy to the level of lustful abandon Igor had reached, then a bit of claustrophobia would be a small price to pay for another night like that. Especially if "Belinka" could take charge and make sure that her partner stayed for seconds. After all, next time the skunkess wouldn't be dizzy. Or at least, only on the outside. For some reason men thought chivalry was a good excuse for a score and Gregor was willing to let them have their illusion if it made them more willing.

Never Judge a Book By It\'s Cover by Slave2theFox

Never Judge a book By it's Cover This story is for my master the Fox. I hope he gets a rise out of it ^^ Frustrated and tired, the wolf decided she had enough of work and was going to go out and actually enjoy herself for once in her life. After turning off all the lights, the wolf ran her claws

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Never Judge a book By it's Cover This story is for my master the Fox. I hope he gets a rise out of it ^^ Frustrated and tired, the wolf decided she had enough of work and was going to go out and actually enjoy herself for once in her life. After turning off all the lights, the wolf ran her claws through her bedraggled mane smoothed down her smart yet sensible looking blouse and locked the classroom behind her. Looking around Miss Wolverine noticed that as usual she was the last member of staff to leave. Berating herself soundly the wolf asked herself what on earth she was doing working until almost dark yet again and on a Friday evening no less. Dedication to work is one thing, but this self imposed life rivalling that of a nun was turning into a bit of a joke with her friends colleagues and family. Driving home on auto-pilot, the wolf opened the door to her lonely sterile house and went to her phone to check the messages. 'Surprise, surprise!' She said to herself along with the answering machine. 'You have no messages'. Snarling, she savagely pulled her blouse off and threw it to the floor of her bathroom. Next, she deftly flicked the catch on her forward opening bra and it too dropped to the cold tiles and at last, her generously proportioned twin globes were free and unconfined. Absentmindedly, the wolf turned the water of the shower on to a temperature barely below too hot, then returned to undressing herself waiting for the water to heat up. With a sigh, the wolf undid the top button of her skirt and let it slide gracefully to the floor. Looking down at her oh-so-practical underpants, the wolf sighed again and thought to herself, 'No wonder these hips don't get to see anyone's eyes but my own. My grandmother probably wears more exciting lingerie than I do!'. Heedless of the delicate fabric, the wolf yanked her pants off and kicked them through the bathroom door where they were met by her stockings and sensible, low-heeled teacher's shoes. By this time, the water had reached the desired temperature, so the wolf pulled her scandalously long tail into the shower and began to slowly turn under the water with her eyes closed, lost to her thoughts and luxuriating under the feel of the needle like pressure of the water cascading down. 'One of these days' the wolf said to herself, 'I will get a larger showerhead - this one barely covers one ass cheek at a time!' After a few untold minutes of losing herself to the sensation of the water's almost painful pressure, the wolf pumped a few handfuls of shower gel into her moist hands and began to lather her generous curves. Careful not to backrub her fur too roughly, the wolf took her time to make sure the rich creamy lather reached into every crevice and over each part of her body that had been confined under the restrictive clothing all day, paying particular attention to her luxurious tail to make sure all the tangles were all groomed out leaving it silky smooth. Turning her back to the cascading water and feeling particularly unsettled, the wolf returned her ministrations to her generous breasts and began to feel a curious tingling sensation she hadn't allowed herself to feel for some time. Thinking of the last time she had felt another's hands on her body in an intimate manner, the wolf traced her fingers over her slowly darkening nipples and in a rough, circular motion. 'Well my dear,' she said to herself, 'That part of your anatomy still works, thank God. Let's see what effects I can manage from other woefully neglected parts of my body shall I?'. Reaching down with her other hand, the wolf lightly touched between her legs and began to rub herself slowly whilst maintaining the rough, circular pressure on her increasingly sensitised nipples. Emboldened by the delicious sensations emanating from her secret depths, the wolf started to rub her rapidly swelling clit as her legs began to spread slowly but surely, apart. With ever increasing speed and pressure, the wolf explored her aching cleft, which lead to panting and even some soft moans. Totally lost to the sensations of her body that had long lain dormant, the wolf was quick to reach a small, but identifiable shuddering climax. With a small skip to her step, the wolf finished the interrupted cleaning of her body and tried to plan an outfit that would be totally removed from her ever present practical type blouse buttoned up almost to the throat, straight A-Line skirt, beige stockings and sensible shoes. Stepping out of the shower in a slight daze, the wolf reached for her towel, only to discover she had forgotten to take one out of her linen closet. With water slowly dripping down her body, the wolf trotted to the closet, unaware she hadn't quite closed the curtains of her front window. Mouth dry, the fox who was just casually passing by to get to his own home situated nearby, was transfixed by the sight that was before him. Shaking his head, the fox didn't know whether to believe his own eyes. Surely that wasn't Miss Straightlaced, quiet-as-a-mouse neighbour, Miss Wolverine, passing by her front window without a stitch of clothing! With water running in rivulets down her body no less! Come to think of it though, the fox thought to himself in surprise, that wasn't a bad body I saw at all was it? Who would have thought that under the no-nonsense skirt and boring blouse would be a body a stripper would envy? Salivating slightly, the fox began to imagine what it would be like to feel those ripe rosebud nipples between his fingers, or what it would taste like to lick those drips of water he could still vividly remember streaming down that body? Shaking his head and laughing slightly to himself, the fox tried convincing himself that it was just his overactive imagination at work.. Besides, Miss Goody-2-Shoes didn't look the type to leave the library, let alone allow another to do even half the things he was fantasizing about. Within minutes, the fox had let himself into his own front door to get ready for work, still half convinced that he was just reacting to hormones and nothing else and no good was to come of such thoughts. Meanwhile, the wolf dried herself off carefully, ensuring no errant tangles ended up in her tail or mane and began a mental rundown of her closet's contents. With force of habit, the wolf reached for her comfortable and practical underwear then after realising what she did the wolf growled softly under her breath and pushed her everyday underwear aside and reached for her long forgotten stash of barely there, lacy lingerie.Feeling particularly sultry, the wolf chose her skimpiest black V-string and matching cleavage enhancing bra that barely covered her lush rosebud nipples and as an afterthought, also took out the garter belt to complete the set. Smiling softly to herself, the wolf found an unopened pack of sheer black stockings to complete the overall effect. Giggling to herself, the wolf carefully slid the stockings on first, leg by leg and after a few minutes, she was ready to choose the evening wear best suited to her slightly more adult attitude. After picking a tight corseted minidress that barely covered the tops of the stockings and eye wateringly high stilettos, the wolf finished her look with carefully applied makeup and as a total removal from her usual look, the wolf decided to leave her mane brushed out loose and shining to match her long silky tail. After one last look in the mirror, the wolf was satisfied with her appearance and began to decide where she would actually spend the evening. After all, she didn't want to accidentally to run into her work colleagues dressed as she was, nor would it be particularly pleasant if she came across any of her students' parents! Pulling out the street Directory, the wolf decided to leave her destination up to choice so she closed her eyes, twirled her finger slowly above the page, then let it fall. Looking down, she saw the name of a recently opened club where she had heard barely nothing about but from the little she knew, it wasn't the sort of place where she would be likely to run into anyone she knew. Purring softly to herself, the wolf then rang for a taxi and waited for it to arrive and whisk her off to her chosen destination. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When the wolf walked into the club, she was not prepared for the discreet opulence of her surroundings. Looking around, she was pleasantly surprised to see tasteful decorating, subdued lighting and none of the glaring techno she was half preparing her ears to be assaulted with. Instead, soft, sensual music seemed to ooze from the floors and fittings, leaving her to marvel at the inclusion of such a clearly expensive sound system. 'Well, well, wel!', Miss Wolverine said to herself. 'The outside did not give even a hint of what was to come inside did it?' Nodding politely to the doormen and smiling secretly to herself, the wolf made her way through the small groups of well dressed creatures like herself, to the spotless and well staffed bar. Within seconds, she had a tall glass of champagne in her hands and an attentive staff member waiting to show her to a suitable seat. Taking a sip of the sparkling beverage, she wasn't too surprised by this time to find that her glass was not filled with cheap screw bottle champagne, but with a delicate and crisp tasting sparkling wine that she was half expecting to be Moet at the very least. Impressed, the bemused wolf made her way to her booth where she slipped into her decadently soft and rich creamy leather seat and half closed her eyes ready to relax and enjoy herself for once. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Sweating lightly, the fox came up from the cellar with another case of alcohol and discreetly began replenishing the wines and spirits as the boss was insistent that every brand of top shelf spirits and every wine label they stocked were to be kept at a constant state of readiness in case a large order was required for a private party or if a group wished to take some roadies home with them without the bother of waiting minutes for their precious supplies.Snorting, the fox thought to himself, same bar attitude found in any dingy place where alcohol was served - just a different brand of take-aways and the patrons were just a little better dressed. Rule number 2 was to always make sure the customers never had to wait for their next drink so there was a veritable small army of staff constantly monitoring tables to make sure that noone was left feeling unimportant or neglected. Shrugging at the pain in the ass mentality of the boss (and incidentally a few of the clientele), the lithe fox straightened and counted to make sure all was in order whilst absentmindedly knuckling the slight kink out of his back. That last load was heavy man, and it would have to be right at the top of the pallets down in the cellar too! A slight movement in the corner booth caught the fox's eye. To his great astonishment, he swore he saw his mousy looking neighbour from earlier, but what on earth was she doing here? Curious and half disbelieving, the fox checked the roster to see who was monitoring the wolf's table and decided to swap duties with the lucky waiter. Winking and whistling softly, the previous waiter was quick to point out he wasn't surprised as the fox's preference for classy wolves was well known.. and boy was this wolf a knockout! When he noticed the wolf's drink was 3/4 finished, the fox made his way to the fox's table to pour her next drink and to see for himself if it really was his neighbour, or whether his hormones were still affecting him and he was seeing what he wanted to see. Mesmerised, the fox watched as the wolf took the last sip from her champagne flute and almost choked when she darted her small pink tongue out and licked the last drop from the side of the glass quickly. Before the wolf could lean over to the bucket of ice where the remainder of the bottle was chilling to refill her own glass, the fox quickly and deftly, replenished the wolf's drink almost to the top and prepared to withdraw to a discreet distance Letting out a small gasp of surprise, the wolf looked up and saw who could only be her neighbour, returning the champagne to it's bucket of ice to maintain the crisp taste and temperature it needed to remain fresh. Eyes darting a little in panic, the wolf was indecisive. Did he not remember her or was she going to have to give up her desire for one little night of forgetting the constant demands of reluctant students, the judging of dissatisfied Principals or the disapproving eyes of the little office workers who treated the front desk like their own private little kingdoms? Strangely enough, it was the thought that he might not know who she was that caused her more discomfort. The fox's eyes widened slightly as his disbelieving eyes that confirmed his hormone driven fantasies of his normally sedately dressed school-marm of a neighbour from earlier. The wolf's sudden tenseness and the way her heart began to noticeably beat faster in her chest, with the artery in her neck beating furiously, the fox was transfixed. The plunging cleavage of her dress was already wreaking havoc with his self control - the wolf's elevated heart rate and fast breathing were threatening to spill those luscious, ripe globes right there at the table! With his low voice husky and rough, the fox pretended he had no knowledge of the wolf's identity and he reassured the wolf that she was free to enjoy herself and asked if madam wanted anything else before he left to see to the needs of other clients? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Returning Returning quickly to the bar area, the fox gruffly asked another waiter to monitor the wolf's table and told everyone he was going to get another case of Curvoisseur from the cellar to make sure there were enough to last the night. Treading lightly but with speed, the fox raced down to the cellar and at last let his fantasies run riot in the privacy of the cool, dark cellar. Groaning, the fox wondered what it would be like to run his claws through the wolf's lustrous long mane, or what it would feel like to grasp that silky long tail. Adding special bondage equipment to his musings took an even shorter time as the wolf's outfit was perfect for what he had in mind. Panting slightly, the fox's body shuddered thinking what it would be like to have her at his mercy, under his complete control, available to fulfill his every fantasy. Now he had the perfect leverage as well. Grinning ferally to himself, the fox checked his appearance to make sure his usual self control was firmly back in place (or it at least appeared to be), not realising he was reinforcing his commanding presence that had attracted the wolf's attention in the first place. Whistling slightly and taking 2 steps at a time, the fox returned to the bar area and continued his discreet monitoring of the wolf's table. Dancing constant attendance on the wolf's table, the fox could see the effect his apparent disinterest and professional manner were having on the by this time, thoroughly discomfited wolf, and was immensely pleased. When the wolf indicated she was ready to leave, the fox had already finished his shift and was waiting for the opportunity to confront the object that had tormented his fantasies all night. In an attempt to make himself indispensable, the fox had already canceled the wolf's taxi and waited until she showed signs of impatience before he made his next move. Stepping quietly from the club's door, the fox walked up behind the wolf and pressed himself up against her delectable backside whilst placing his hand over her mouth to ensure not a sound escaped and licked the nape of her neck. Panting, the fox pressed himself firmly into her silky tail shaft. Restraining her movements to the point where she could wrench herself free if she really wanted to but was unable to cry out, the fox turned the wolf's face so she could confirm just who was restricting her movements in such a commanding manner. Eyes glittering, the wolf, who was by this time incapable of speech, was panting so hard that one of her breasts escaped from the confines of her barely adequate dress. With a smile turning up the corner of his mouth, the fox carefully removed his hand from the wolf's mouth and returned her heaving breast to it's original and confining place and finally felt for himself what it was like to roll one of those rosebuds between his questing fingers. Groaning softly, the fox also allowed the wolf to pull her dress down to a more publically appropriate length (though that was highly debatable to start with) and asked the wolf if she needed a lift home. After all, he reasoned, they were both going to almost the exact same location so it just made perfect sense now didn't it? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Almost in a daze the wolf followed the fox to his bright red Nissan and as he helped her into the car, the fox accidentally brushed his arm across the wolf's by now sensitised nipples and was pleased to discover them both slightly engorged and as delectable as he remembers. 'Oh yeh!', the lithe fox thinks to himself. 'By the end of this night I will have a new pet to add to my collection'. Throughout what seemed to be an extremely long drive home, the fox was tormented by the sight of shapely thighs exposed by the wolf's already obscenely short dress, the lacy silk of the wolf's stockings and the hint of what could only be a garter belt - one of his most favoured items of lingerie guaranteed to make him lose control. The wolf couldn't help but notice his reactions and couldn't stop the sensual smile from lifting the corner of her mouth as she planned how best to use the situation to her advantage. Shifting slightly to ensure even more of her creamy thigh fur was exposed the wolf lightly ran her polished claw across her ample chest in a movement designed to distract the already reactive fox. Growling softly under his breath and applying more pressure to the gas pedal, the fox was eager to reach his destination so he could exact his revenge on the wanton wolf's lush body. Smile firmly in place, the wolf used the same claw to trace a path across her delicate collar bones, down the cleft of her ripe mounds already threatening to spill out of her bodice and slowly traced her claw back up to her moist mouth. Mouth dry, the fox had to use what little self control he had remaining to keep the car on the legal side of the road instead of drifting off into fantasies of what he would like to be ramming into that warm moist orifice where her finger was being sucked and licked in such a shameless manner. Within minutes, the fox had arrived at his destination. He wrenched the handbrake on, turned to the wolf and eyes glittering, reached over and pulled the wolf's heaving mounds out of the dress and began squeezing them almost to the point of pain. Gasping in a curious mix of pain and pleasure the wolf attempted to evade the fox's masterful hands but was pulled up short by the door handle which was digging into the small of her back right where the tail joined. Tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, the fox let out a slight growl as the sight of her scantily clad sex was exposed by her attempts at evading the fox's strong hands. 'Oh shit!', the wolf said to herself. 'What have I awakened?'. The fox noticed with pleasure the slight widening of the wolf's eyes and the quickening of her pulse as she came to the conclusion that teasing this beast probably wasn't exactly the smartest move she could have made. With one hand still grasped tightly around one of her lush breasts and continuing to roll the rose bud nipple between his fingers, the fox grabbed the wolfs mane behind her head and forced her face into the bulging crotch of his erection that was straining to be released from the confines of it's material prison. Panting, the fox ordered the wolf in a hoarse voice to undo his belt and pants so his aching member would be free to teach her a lesson she would not quickly forget. With trembling fingers, the wolf did as she was ordered. Within seconds, his heavily engorged member sprung free from is restraints where the fox could enjoy the effect seeing such a huge specimen would have on the trapped wolf. Eyes widening in shock, the wolf was mesmerised by the sight of the huge, thick cock only inches from her disbelieving eyes. Before the wolf could do more than whimper, the fox again grabbed the wolf by the nape of her neck and pushed her hot, moist mouth onto his aching shaft and began slowly rotatating his hips so more of his cock could reach into her mouth and down her throat. Almost gagging, the wolf was forced to swallow the fox's member whilst he proceeded to run his hands around the base of the wolf's quivering tail and roughly rubbed her rapidly swelling clit. Once the fox felt the first rush of the wolf's pussy juices against his questing fingers, he knew she was primed for the next step in training his still wild and unpredictable pet-to-be. Before she knew what had happened, the fox pulled her mouth off his shaft and looked into her glazed eyes. With just a raised eyebrow, he asked her if she was willing to follow him into his domain. Nodding bemusedly, the wolf gave her consent and attempted to put her still heaving breasts back into her dress but was stopped before she could do more than reach for herself. The fox shook his head and pointed to what she thought was the door of his garage leading to the rest of his house, all the while moving his hand up and down his own engorged shaft. Startled, the wolf opened the door leaving her twin mounds exposed to his ferocious gaze and proceed to the slightly ajar garage door but when she got to the front of the car, she was roughly pushed onto the bonnet face first onto her stomach where the sharp cool metal instantly seeped into her already sensitised nipples.and made her arch her stomach away from the unaccustomed coolness of the metal where she inadvertently pushed her ass and tail into the waiting fox's exposed crotch Laughing softly, the fox pushed the wolf's stomach back onto the bonnet of the car and grabbed both her hands and held them behind her back and used her own mane to lightly bind them, freeing both his hands to continue their devastating mission. Roughly pulling the wolf's dress above her hips the fox's eyes devoured the her scantily clad ass and with deft fingers, began lightly running a sharp claw over the exposed ass cheeks, into the cleft and towards the wolf's clit, just stopping short of the actual spot. After a few minutes of this exquisite torture the wolf was panting and the fox could see the juices of her pussy seeping through the barely there panties and was threatening to drip down her leg. He then grabbed her left leg and holding it under the knee pushed it up on the bonnet of the car so her whole inner depths were exposed and waiting to be filled. With one rough yank, the wolf's panties were torn off her aching pussy and without stopping, the fox howled his triumph as he impaled the wolf on his humongous, throbbing cock. Breathless from the effects of the fox's masterful torture, the wolf was unprepared for the swiftness of the fox's impalement and screamed aloud. The fox was gratified to discover that the wolf's pussy was so tight and hot as it confirmed his suspicions that it had been a while between 'rides' for the delectable creature currently panting and gasping and writhing on his car bonnet. Grasping the wolf firmly by the tail, the fox pumped his enormous shaft deeper into the wolf in an effort to encourage it to widen enough to allow his full length into as it was so tight, it was threatening to push him out with every stroke. It might take a few 'lessons', but in the end she would stretch to fit him all in. 'Je-sus!' The panting and writhing wolf thought to herself, 'He's even bigger than I imagined! I can't possibly take anymore, but it feels so damn good!' Feeling herself building up to what would be an earth shattering climax, the wolf was totally lost to the moment as the fox pumped harder and faster into her hot, slippery pussy, her juices already running down her leg. Grunting deep in the base of his throat, the fox forced himself deeper into the wolf's tight inner depths by using the bumper bar of the car as leverage. Within seconds, the wolf was screaming aloud as a huge rush of sensations cascading down her body as she came in a continuous rush, tears streaming down her face. Upon feeling the wolf's ultra-tight muscles spasming on his deeply buried cock, the fox bore down into the wolf's mane and pumped even harder as his hot searing seed was pumped deep into her throbbing pussy. As soon as the fox could feel his raging hardon starting to subside, his wits returned and he planned what he would need to do next to establish his dominance and control over the his new pet. After discovering for himself just how damn amazing it felt to fill that achingly tight pussy, the fox knew he couldn't let her get away for some other dumb schmuck to claim. He had many plans for the vessel who he had so very recently pumped his thick hot seed into. Leaving the wolf with legs trembling on the car bonnet, still exposing her pussy to the elements, the fox pushed his still partly engorged cock covered in a mixture of the wolf's sweet pussy juices and his own jism into his trousers, and grabbed for his stash of dominance gear. Grinning, the fox turned the wolf onto her back and placed a wide collar around the wolf's neck with the leash attached and pulled her roughly to her feet. Cheeks reddening in humiliation the wolf could feel the fox's cum dripping down the inside of her thighs, but with the collar around her neck and her hands still bound in her mane behind her back, the wolf had no choice but to look deep into the fox's eyes. Eyes deep and unreadable, the fox stood up straight and forced the wolf to look even further up. Smiling, the fox uttered those fateful words that firmly established the relationship that started in a quiet dark carpark only a short time ago, 'You may call me Master, Pet. From this point forward, you are mine alone to do with as I wish. You are to be at my beck and call'. Grabbing his own cock and testes in his hands, the fox jiggled them slightly and continued his instructions. 'This is for you alone. When I want it sucked, you will get on your knees and swallow me. When I want it licked you will not hesitate to run your tongue up my shaft'. Next, he pressed his fingers deep into the wolf's pussy and stated firmly, 'Your cunt has been claimed by my seed. It is mine alone. Any time I want.. So any time I demand it, you must spread those legs to me and me alone'. Last of all the fox roughly grasped the wolf's lush, rosebud nipples in his fingers and squeezed to the point of pain, then gently cupped them in his expert hands and traced a path across her mounds. 'These are for my eyes only. When I want to lick them, you will pull them out to me or I will tear your undergarments from you myself.. When I want to feel your nipples in my mouth, you will shove them in my face on command. Any time, any place. All of it is mine and mine alone. Am I making myself clear Pet?'

Stud Exercise Program 2: Advanced Stretching by FuzzWolf

#1 of Stud Exercise Program - Stud Exercise Program 2: Advanced Stretching By FuzzWolf Starring Trevor and Sinclair Trevor closed his locker door, tucked his fur shampoo under one arm and headed to the shower behind him. He looked out the corner of his eye as he pulled the shower curtain aside.

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Stud Exercise Program 2: Advanced Stretching By FuzzWolf Starring Trevor and Sinclair Trevor closed his locker door, tucked his fur shampoo under one arm and headed to the shower behind him. He looked out the corner of his eye as he pulled the shower curtain aside. Sinclair was undressing a couple of lockers down. The fox whimpered as the impressive wolf slipped off his sweaty shorts, revealing his long lupine sheath. He quickly ducked into the shower as Sinclair turned around. He was a little embarrassed by how easily the wolf's act of undressing had aroused him. The shower stall was quite small. The blue tiled walls were a close fit, and Trevor had just enough room to turn around. He turned under the powerful shower head, sighing as he felt the sweat being washed away and the water massaging his tired muscles. He began to slowly soap himself up. The slim vulpine had to stifle a moan as he washed his sheath. Gods, he was hard! He closed his eyes and let the water cascade over his head. His right paw moved as if on auto-pilot as he took hold of his aching foxhood and began to stroke himself firmly up and down. He thought of what it would be like for his lover to slip in beside him and have his way with him. Between getting so caught up in his thoughts and the water blasting over his head, he didn't notice Sinclair slipping into the shower with him at first. Suddenly, he felt a paw on top of his as he stroked his foxcock. At the same time he felt the all too familiar thick sheath rubbing against his rear. "Slow down foxy, save some of that for me," his wolf lover whispered into his ear. "Oh, how'd you know?" Sinclair chuckled as he nuzzled Trevor's ear. "I can always tell how bad you want it, Trevor...but it's nice to hear it anyway." Trevor felt the wolf's paws grip his wrists tighter. Sinclair held his paws up and pressed them against the opposite wall of the shower. He held the fox immobile, his muscled body pressed hard against the fox's back. He growled into Trevor's ear as he rubbed his erect wolfhood under the fox's tail. "So, tell me fox. Tell me how bad you need it," he growled, giving Trevor's ear a little nip. "I need it bad, sir," Trevor whimpered, maybe a bit theatrically but he loved this kind of play. "Good boy," Sinclair grinned and pushed forward gently, his thick cockhead rubbing against Trevor's tight little rosebud. Sinclair braced his feet at the edges of the tiny shower stall, and then moved his paws to Trevor's shoulders. The fox kept his paws just where the wolf had left them. As he moved around, the wolf's cockhead teased gently as his partner's needy opening. "Here it comes, sexy," the wolf whispered into Trevor's ear as he pushed forward with his muscled thighs. "Ohhhh, ahhhh," Trevor cried out as the long, thick shaft split him open. Sinclair didn't hold back at all. As soon as he was hilted deep inside his fox, he withdrew quickly and began to yiff Trevor hard and deep. Trevor's body quivered, impaled on the shaft of thick meat under his tail. He moaned in pleasure and cried in pain at the same time. Long ago, the pain of Sinclair's rough entrance would have left him curled up in a ball, but he'd since gotten used to it and had actually begun to crave it. The pain of entry quickly faded and was replaced by a pleasant full sensation and the overwhelming pleasure of his lover's cock pummeling his prostate. Sinclair licked and nipped at Trevor's ears as he humped hard and fast. He growled gently now and then. For his part, Trevor was so overcome with pleasure he could do little but stand there and take it. Now and then he was able to give his lover a hard squeeze on the deeper thrusts. One of these hard squeezes on his thick member made Sinclair groan deeply. "Oh, you naughty fox," he whispered. "What am I going to do with you?" Trevor played along, "Guess you'll have to mount me twice as hard, big boy," he growled back wantonly. "If you insist," Sinclair gripped Trevor's neck in a mating bite and humped him hard and fast now. Trevor was a bit taken by surprise; he hadn't thought the wolf would have been able to do him any harder than he already was. He decided to give his partner a challenge. After all, even though it was just a shower quickie was no reason it shouldn't be fun. He deftly moved his feet closer together slowly. He wondered if Sinclair even noticed at first. He gritted his teeth a little as he brought his legs together with his feet planted firmly side by side. He then leaned forward a little and squeezed his hips and buttocks together. Sinclair's thrusting had rapidly slowed by this point. Trevor moaned as the wolf's cock felt three times thicker now that he'd just made himself so much tighter. "Damn you, fox," Sinclair grinned. The big wolf's thrusts slowed to a crawl and he slowly thrust his aching cock deep inside Trevor's viselike passage. The fox now felt even tighter than virgins he'd been with in the past. Trevor's versatility continued to surprise him even after all the time they'd spent together. He had to give the fox a run for his money though. With a sly grin, he buried himself to the hilt inside the submissive vulpine, then reached around to tease Trevor's nipples. The fox gasped a little at the light and gentle touch on his tender nipples. Just as he was getting used to the light teasing, Sinclair squeezed them much harder. The wolf roughly pinched them between his fingertips, making Trevor whimper and press back against Sinclair's muscled body. The pain made Trevor's cock pulse with arousal, even more than it hard already. "Ready to play nice now foxie?" Sinclair asked as he continued to squeeze Trevor's tender nubs. "Nnnn-no," the fox whimpered back, enjoying the pain and pleasure too much. The wolf grinned, he loved it when Trevor played naughty like this. He wondered what the fox's upper limits were sometimes. He thought about how much it would be to find out as he squeezed Trevor's nipples even harder. He tried to control himself as that made the fox whimper and squeeze down on his wolfhood even more. The two went back and forth three more times until Sinclair was squeezing as hard as he could for as long as he could. Trevor's nipples were swelling and turning red when he cried out and leaned forward, leaving his tailhole vulnerable once more. "Good boy," Sinclair moved quickly. He bit down on Trevor's shoulder, holding him there. Trevor moaned as he felt his lover's sharp teeth against his skin. He was held hard, but completely safe. He sighed in relief and spread his legs wide, welcoming the hard mounting he so richly deserved. Sinclair held the subjected fox close to him and hammered into his tailhole hard, fast and deep. He had been aroused for so long now, his knot was fully formed. He knew they couldn't tie here for long so he began to thrust his knot in and out of Trevor, slowly stretching the fox's body to its limits. Trevor squealed a little as the thick knot opened him up wide. Each time the knot pounded inside him, the thick wolfhood smashed against his prostate. Trevor felt his cock pulsing with need. It was torture, being so aroused and unable to touch himself because Sinclair was holding him tightly and he needed his arms to keep his balance against the shower wall. "Oh, I'm getting close...," Trevor moaned. Sinclair slammed forward suddenly; Trevor cried out and came hard. Sinclair slammed forward again, forcing another shot of foxcream from Trevor's abused body. Trevor felt like he couldn't take much more. Luckily, on the third hard thrust he felt Sinclair's cock unload deep inside him, filling his guts with the wolf's cum. Sinclair continued to pound away, spreading Trevor open with his thick knot, until he had emptied his balls fully. He then held himself inside the fox, keeping his knot just outside Trevor's tailhole to avoid a tie. The two stood there for another full minute, not noticing at first that the water raining down on them was turning cold. "We should get out of here," Sinclair said as he gently nuzzled Trevor's headfur. The fox sighed, "Do we really have to?" Sinclair chuckled as he turned the water off. "We can get cleaned up properly at home." When the pair came out of their shower stall, they saw that a crowd of at least a dozen furs had gathered. All were stroking full erections. 'Were we really that loud?' Sinclair wondered to himself. One burly bear looked lustfully at Trevor. "Hey wolf, you mind sharing that pretty vixen with the rest of us?" Inside, Trevor gulped nervously. Outwardly, his cock throbbed to life again as he thought about it. He was thinking about it...

Eric gifts his cherry by k9k

#5 of Eric the mouse - Eric smiled, today was Samson's birthday, the mastiff's 20th, and Eric knew what he was going to give the love of his life. Eric smiled as he sat up in the bed; he was on Samson's broad chest and smirked as he saw the massive tent in the sheets. Eric chuckled; the mastiff was

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Eric smiled, today was Samson's birthday, the mastiff's 20th, and Eric knew what he was going to give the love of his life. Eric smiled as he sat up in the bed; he was on Samson's broad chest and smirked as he saw the massive tent in the sheets. Eric chuckled; the mastiff was perfect, kind, silly, and loyal and also enjoyed cheesy zombie flicks. Eric smirked; Samson was spread eagle on the bed, mouth open, and tongue hanging out. However, what drew the mouse's attention was lower. Eric pulled off the sheet with a smile. Like everything else about the mastiff, he had a "Mass-Stiff". The organ was easily 7 inches long, most likely 9 or 10; Samson had been too embarrassed to let the mouse measure it. However, what made the cock most fitting was its thickness, even with two hands; Eric couldn't fit his paws around it. The head was a wedge-shaped triangle, covered with veins. It was fire brick red; Eric had talked Samson into getting paint chips for the "proper name." Eric himself was coral pink. Samson's knot was a large round mass of flesh, about as round as a bocce ball. Eric licked his lips as he looked lower, and saw the two massive orbs. Each testicle was the size of Eric's fists. They hung low in the scrotum and were quite heavy. Eric chuckled, as much as he wanted to molest his pooch; he had a birthday to plan! Samson woke an hour later and stretched, frowning as he saw Eric had left. Samson shuffled to the bathroom and was surprised to see a note Dear Samson, no whacking off today, you will ruin your surprise. Samson smirked as he stepped into the shower, turning the water a little colder then normal to help out. Samson stepped out of the shower and began to dry off when he found another note Dear Woofy, no clothes for you; I have a sweet tooth for eye candy. Samson chuckled as he dried off, Eric was odd at times but he was Samson's little mouse! Samson was surprised when he walked into the kitchen; laid out was his favorite breakfast, skim milk with biscuits and gravy, served with sausage. Samson ate with a mild blush on his face as the drafty air kissed his still drying fur. He kept hearing skittering paws, which let him be relaxed, it meant Eric didn't leave him alone for the day; rather, he was planning something. Samson washed his dishes when he saw an arrow point to the living room. Following it, he saw a square thing wrapped in silver wrapping paper with his name on it. He unwrapped it and smiled, inside lay the collector's edition of an obscure show he watched. Samson spent the next hours on a wild goose chase, following arrows all over the house before one pointed out the back porch. Samson blushed as he walked out back. His home was in a clearing in the woods and next neighbor was a mile away. Samson blushed as he followed the path out to the shed and opened the small jewelry box on the work bench and gasped. Inside was what he had wanted, the Warhammer symbol of Chaos, it was arrows pointing in all directions. It was made of antiquated silver with an antiquated gold boss in the center. Samson was surprised, how on earth did that mouse know he wanted this? Samson smiled as he put the black lever throng around his neck; tail wagging as he saw it fit perfectly. As Samson walked back inside, he grinned, there, out on the table, was a pineapple pizza! Alongside it was a 2 liter bottle of sprite. As Samson ate, he heard the skittering paws again along with a giggle. Samson was surprised when he saw another arrow as he cleaned up and spent the next hour going around in circles outside before finding a bag of his favorite candy, circus peanuts, with a note Don't eat them all at once dear. As Samson headed back in, he saw laid out was his favorite meal, tortellini pesto. As he ate, he read the note next to the plate Dessert is in the bedroom but first you gotta wash your furry ass. Samson chuckled as he ate and upon doing the dishes, headed to the bathroom. As he stepped in, he gasped, it was like a dream. Candles were lit everywhere, and from the smell, it was his favorite, jasmine. Jasmine petals floated on the water of the bath tub and he heard the opening chords of his favorite song. As he slipped into the water, smiling as he saw a gift basket of various bathing items, all in his favorite scents and styles, he heard Eric's very happy voice "Don't dawdle, you still have dessert." Samson didn't take too long but he did take his time, savoring the bath and the scents. As Samson got out, he smiled as he got out and dried off, leaving his balls and sheath damp, he knew Eric loved that for some reason. Samson chuckled as he followed the trail. There were several empty tubes of various lubes heading toward the bedroom and he smiled as he walked in. Eric was lying on the bed, naked save for the birthday hat on his head and the one on his groin. Eric said "Happy Birthday Samson." Samson smiled; the room was candle lit the scent of jasmine in the air. Samson walked over and kissed Eric, broad tongue sliding into Eric's mouth before he said "This is the best birthday ever." Eric smiled as he said "Samson, we have been dating three months yet I feel like I have known you my entire life! You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." Eric sat up more as he said slowly "I...I want to give you the most valuable thing I own, my virginity." Samson cooed "You don-"Eric cut him off "I want to, no matter what happens, I will remember this day for the rest of my life." Samson nodded as removed the hat from the mouse's crotch and chuckled. Eric was wearing a bright pink condom. Eric smiled as he said "Less mess." Samson stroked the shaft, smiling as Eric moaned and squeaked before sliding a hand lower, surprised as he felt a slick fluid coating the insides of Eric's butt cheeks. Eric smiled as he said "I wanted to make sure I didn't tear." Samson smiled as he easily slid a finger inside the tight mouse hole, earning a sharp inhale from Eric. Samson moved his finger about, getting those sexy squeaks from Eric, each outburst causing another inch of his mastiff cock to slide out. Samson inserted a second and then a third finger, stretching his mouse open as he said "If it hurts too much, say stop, okay?" Eric nodded and whimpered as the fingers were removed. Eric took a deep breath and relaxed as he said "Just push the head in straight, otherwise I will tense." Samson nodded and when Eric took his next breath, thrust forward, the head popping in. Eric's breath went deeper, his pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, his mouth was open. Samson growled, it felt like god was giving him a blowjob! The mouse's innards were smoother then silk and as slick as can be. Samson used one hand to brace Eric's hips as his other helped guide in the thick dog flesh. Samson's growls got louder, Eric was so tight it almost hurt his cock yet it seemed to be sucking him in. Eric was frozen as he felt like he was being split right in two. As the thick dog cock buried deeper into the virgin core, spreading it apart wider then it had ever been, Eric wanted to scream but no sound came, his ass was on fire and his guts felt like they were going to explode. Eric froze as he felt the huge knot slide in with a burp, his back arched and one could see the outline of a dog cock in Eric's belly. Eric didn't know whether to scream in pain or beg Samson to fuck him silly. Eric lost track of everything as Samson slowly pistoned in and out of him, lost in the mix of high pain/high pleasure. He felt his body and innards move with each motion, it felt like the devil was ripping his innards apart while an angel blew him. Eric let loose a screech that was at the very edge of Samson's hearing range as the mastiff orgasmed, the hot fluid flooding the mouse's intestinal track because Samson's girth had completely sealed the end. Eric passed out as he orgasmed, the condom's reservoir just shy of its breaking point as it filled with Eric's seed. When Eric woke up, he was lying on Samson's chest, the condom removed and tied off, laying on the night stand. Samson was still tied with him, lazily leaking semen into his hole. In the coming days, both would be sore, Eric would be unable to sit for a week and Samson's cock sore to the point he couldn't get an erection without agony. However, Samson smiled as he hugged the mouse, who replied "Happy Birthday Samson."

The Bet Part 2: Monday by CityOwl

As the bet begins to draw out, things heat up, and things get strained among all the questions that surround Mordecai's strange behavior. Characters belong to Cartoon Network and J. G. Quintell -   Part 2: Monday                 The day before had been too shocking for Rigby to fully grasp what had

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Part 2: Monday The day before had been too shocking for Rigby to fully grasp what had happened. But Now that some time had passed, questions were coming to him in a flood, and he had answers for none of them. How long had Mordecai been trying to do something like this? What else did he have planned? And most importantly, why was he doing all of this in the first place? Rigby didn't think Mordecai was in the closet about anything, but he had made Rigby give him two more blowjobs, one yesterday and one today. Nothing seemed to make sense. Rigby knew that Mordecai was hiding something from him, though. Whenever Rigby had tried to question him or accuse him of anything, he refused to answer. Rigby knew that if he wanted this whole thing to stop, he could play the best friend card. There was no way Mordecai was willing to sacrifice his friendship with Rigby to continue to take this bet too far. However, if Rigby did that, there was no way he would ever find out what was up with Mordecai. He felt it was important, so he submitted to Mordecai. At this point, servicing Mordecai wasn't as personally violating as it was at first. Time and a hunt for the truth had helped him accept the act. Besides, Mordecai didn't seem to be out to humiliate him, but this only led to more questions. That day, Mordecai and Rigby had been told to rake the leaves around the park. During that time, everything seemed as if nothing was different. They went to the coffee shop, stopped at the arcade, took frequent brakes, and occasionally raked leaves. At some point during the leaf-raking part of their day, Rigby looked around the park and saw how many leaves were still on the ground. "Ugh! How long have we been raking?" Mordecai checked his watch. "Since our last break? Fifteen minutes." "I need to sit down." "Me too, dude." They found a spot under the nearest tree, laid down their rakes, and sat. After a moment, Mordecai spoke up. "Hey, dude. You know what I'm thinking?" Rigby looked at him. "Not here, dude! There are people around. We could get caught!" He paused for a moment. "At least wait until we can get back to the house, and then I promise I'll do it." Mordecai seemed to think about it for a moment. "But there's no one here. We're not gonna get caught." "Mordecai, I'm begging you. It's one thing to make me give you blowjobs, but you can't risk having everyone else find out!" "I promise that no one is ever going to know. But they will if you don't hurry up." Rigby felt more anger than anything else towards this, but he didn't argue. Mordecai would just remind him about that stupid bet. With a frustrated breath, Rigby moved in between Mordecai's legs. He took his cock out, semi-erect but firming up quickly. Rigby had no idea how Mordecai could get so turned on by this so quickly. Rigby had gotten hard from this once and had finished himself off afterwards, but Mordecai seemed to always be looking for opportunities to get a blowjob from Rigby. Rigby lowered his head unceremoniously and took Mordecai's meat in his mouth. He didn't even feel the need to close his eyes. It was all becoming habit to him. After just three blowjobs, Mordecai's hard flesh had to become familiar, and he had begun to figure out what Mordecai really liked. He started slow, letting the sensations wash over Mordecai. Rigby wanted to get this over with, but he knew that rushing things would actually just draw the whole thing out. So he teased the tip at first, licking over it with his tongue and putting the few inches back in, sucking and tilting his head as his tongue weaved around the flesh. "That's it, man..." Mordecai encouraged. He placed his hand on the back of Rigby's head, which Rigby took as his signal to get on with it. In one swift motion, he shoved as much of the thick shaft down his throat as he could. He had gotten a little better at taking more and more of the length, but he still couldn't get past six inches. From there, his nose was tickled by Mordecai's feathers at the base of his cock, and his throat felt absolutely spread. Rigby slowly lifted off, inch by inch, lashing the underside of Mordecai's erection as he went. He was met with a moan of satisfaction from above, and he began to suck faster, pushing towards the base only to head back for the tip. Saliva began to coat his mouth, and he could taste Mordecai's precum in his mouth now. Rigby bobbed and slurped for a while, but Mordecai just wouldn't cum. He persevered, practically ramming the cock down his throat, Mordecai moaning his ecstasy, but no climax. After a while, Mordecai pushed Rigby off with his hands. "What's wrong?" Rigby asked. "Dude, now that you've gotten used to this, you can do better." Anger flared inside Rigby. "What did you have in mind?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Well, for starters, I have balls you know." "Fine," Rigby spat out the answer. Mordecai stood, replacing his hand on Rigby's head. Mordecai guided him to his sack, and Rigby wasted no time in bathing Mordecai's balls. Once he had swept his tongue over every inch of the heavy sack, he gently took one of his friend's balls in his mouth. He knew not to pull, instead sucking gently. "Ohhh, dude," Mordecai moaned. After coating that testicle with his tongue, Rigby moved on to the other one, sucking and licking like he did the first. Mordecai's grip grew tighter, and Rigby felt his mouth being pushed towards Mordecai's taint. Without much choice, he took a breath and began to sweep his tongue across the sensitive skin, Mordecai's balls resting on the bridge of his nose, nearly in his eyes. Rigby moved between that area and Mordecai's balls for what seemed like ages. Precum began to dribble down Mordecai's shaft onto Rigby's forehead and nearly into his eyes. He just wished that Mordecai would finally let his suck on his cock so he could climax and be done with it. Eventually, he felt Mordecai's hands ease up on the back of his skull. Rigby moved back, blinking precum out his eyes, and Mordecai used a hand to angle his throbbing erection down to him, offering it to Rigby. Without a thought, Rigby opened his mouth and began to suck again, hard and fast. However, six inches was still Rigby's limit. In between moans, Mordecai spoke. "You think you could go any farther?" Rigby took the cock out of his mouth to speak. "What, like, deepthroat?" "Yeah. That would be awesome." "Dude, it's bad enough you're making me do this already!" Rigby felt that anger flare up again. "Can you at least try?" Rigby's jaw clenched. He felt like he wanted to punch Mordecai, or yell at him. For whatever reason, though, he didn't. Instead, he moved back towards Mordecai's cock, gripped it in his hands, and began to suck again, harder and faster than ever. Rigby's head began to pound as he shoved as much of Mordecai's manhood down his throat as he could over and over again. The tip jabbed at the back of his throat, but in his blind rage, Rigby forced more down. Each thrust forward with his mouth sent slightly more meat down his throat. Soon, all eight inches were down past his lips, his nose burying into Mordecai's pubes. Mordecai could only moan loudly. Rigby was fucking his cock with his mouth, and the bluejay's thoughts were washed away by pure hot-blooded pleasure. He tried to hang on as long as he could, just to extend the ecstasy. Rigby deepthroated for several minutes, not gagging once. Precum and spit coated his face, and lewd slurping and slapping noises were the only things he heard above Mordecai's emphatic moans. Mordecai could only hang on for so long, though, and Rigby could sense the impending climax. Once it came, Rigby didn't slow down one bit until the last moment. As soon as the first spurt of cum hit his tongue, accompanied by a loud call from Mordecai, Rigby shoved every inch of Mordecai's erection down his throat, his lips hitting the base without resistance. Mordecai thrust forward as much he could, his orgasm long and messy, his balls churning more cum than he ever had before. Rigby gulped down every drop, feeling wave after wave of hot, sticky semen slide down his throat. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Once it ended, Mordecai softened and withdrew his member from Rigby's lips. "Dude. That was incredible." Rigby stood, brushed himself off. No one seemed to have seen them, but Rigby was still feeling flares of anger. Calmly but curtly, he said, "Well, I hope it was worth it Mordecai. I'm only going to say this once, and then I won't ever bring it up again, so listen carefully. I know I lost the bet, and that I have to do this stuff for you. But once this is all over, it's going to be really hard to be friends with you. So my request to you is to enjoy it while you can. Jerk." With that, Rigby tuned, wiped his mouth, and walked back to the house. No matter how hard Mordecai tried, Rigby refused to say a single word about it. Mordecai didn't make him do anything else that day, and almost all of their time together was spent in a heavy, tense silence.

Kerr Chapter 14: The strangest of places... by Anthony_Lion

#14 of The tribulations of Kerr the White - Waking slowly, Kerr luxuriates in the feeling of the soft, warm sheets. Rolling over on his left side to cuddle up to Miera he is surprised to find only empty bed. Turning the other way and opening his eyes, instead of soft, black fur, he see a smooth,

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Waking slowly, Kerr luxuriates in the feeling of the soft, warm sheets. Rolling over on his left side to cuddle up to Miera he is surprised to find only empty bed. Turning the other way and opening his eyes, instead of soft, black fur, he see a smooth, white wall. *Huh? Where am I? Where's Miera?* Slowly the memory returns to him: Miera and him returning from a fruitless search late in the fall. She spotting something up a mountainside and insisting they detour to investigate. Finding a large metal... *something,* larger than the biggest house he had ever seen. The strange door in the side of it that opened by itself when Miera leaned against a panel. The door slamming shut again when he touched a blinking light. The ground shaking, followed by *something* pushing them both down on the floor. The strange lightness when the pressure disappeared. Seeing a blue-and-green globe slowly shrinking away outside the glass-like window and realising that it was their world. The worry a few days later when Miera's food ran out. Forcing bits of bread, soaked with his own blood, into her an eightday later in the hope that it would sustain her long enough. *Long enough for what?* Puzzled, and somewhat worried, the rabbit sits up and takes in his surroundings: a large, white room with the large bed in the middle, a weak, yellowish light coming from openings in the roof and on the wall directly opposite him what must be a door and the largest, clearest mirror he has ever seen. As he is sitting there the light brightens and the door slowly opens -- not swinging in or out as he expects, but splitting down the middle and the two parts sliding quietly aside -- letting a tall, hooded figure enter. "Don't be afraid," the unknown figure -- a female he realises -- states as it approaches to stop before the bed. "W-who are you?" he whispers, "and where am I?" "I'm a doctor," the female replies quietly, "and you're in my care. Please don't be afraid." "Afraid?" he asks puzzled, as though she is taller than him, she hasn't done any threatening moves and her stance, though odd, looks relaxed, not tense. "I probably look strange to you," she states, slowly lifting her arms and grabbing the hood with slender, strangely furless fingers. *Oh!* For a minute or more, he just stares, slack-jawed at the stranger before him. "Uh... Miss?" he finally mumbles, "a-are you sick?" "What kind of doctor would I be," she retorts, smilig broadly and showing off pearly white, blunt teeth, "if I couldn't even keep myself healthy? "B-but..." he mumbles, "your fur? What happened to it?" "I cut my hair short," she replies, running one of her strange, five-fingered paws over her head, "but other than that, my people doesn't have much hair." *Her people?* Puzzled, Kerr makes no attempt to move away as she sit down on the edge of the bed and slowly reach out to touch his left arm. "How is your arm?" she finally asks. "Try moving it a bit. You had a rather nasty wound and I woyuld like to make certain that it healed properly." "My arm?" he asks, pulling it out of her grasp, only now realising that she is holding onto it. "Oops, sorry," she responds, smiling gently, "I didn't mean to scare you." "You didn't," Kerr mumbles, "I... was only a bit surprised." "Great!" she exclaims. "But where are my manners? I completely forgot to introduce myself; I'm Florence." "Florence? That's a nice name," he states, "I'm Kerr." *A female who doesn't immediately try to jump my bone? That hasn't happened too often since I met Miera. Miera?* "Miera!" "Huh?" "Where is she?" Kerr almost shouts, looking everywhere, "where is Miera?" "Who is Miera?" "She... she..." he begins. Then a horrible thought enters his mind, *No! She must be alive!* Grasping Florence's left arm and tugging on it he pleads, "Please, I must know!" "If you're talking about the black-furred female," she begins, lighting a glimmer of hope in him, "we've locked her up where she won't be able to hurt you again." "H-hurt me?" he asks, shocked, "b-but Miera wouldn't hurt me!" When she looks meaningfully down at his left arm, he exclaims, "She didn't hurt me! I... She... There was no more food for her..." "Y-you mean?" she gasps, "you cut yourself? To save her? Oh, dearie me..." "What?" "I'm afraid that when she woke up yesterday and *insisted* that you be brought to her, we restrained her." "Restrained?" "Tied her to the bed," she replies quietly. *Ouch! If she's been tied down since yesterday...* Tossing aside the blanket and getting up, he asks, "Can you take me to her?" "You may want to put on some clothes first," she responds, quickly turning away, "there's a robe on the chair." *Oops. Must have gotten too used to not wearing clothes after all that time.* Locating the robe, he quickly puts it on, only to find that there's no hole for his tail, so doesn't fit too well. "You can turn around again, now." *She's a doctor and must have seen me naked, so why did she turn away?* Following the strange female, Kerr walks through he doors and into another room, out the doors on the other side of that and down a long corridor which for some reason seems to curve upwards. *What is this place? The walls are so smooth, and the light? Where are the lamps? Why aren't there any windows?* "Uh, miss?" "I'll answer all your questions later," she interrupts him with, "but first we must see to your friend." "She's not my friend!" Kerr exclaims, "she's my mate!" Not having a good response, the female quietly leads him to a door just like any other in the corridor and places her palm on a panel beside it. *That panel? It's just like the one on the... whatever it was. But that was old and Miera thought... Can Florence really be... B-but...* Kerr's train of though is suddenly interrupted as the doors glide open and the female beckons him to enter. He steps through the opening to find himself in a small room with one wall covered by lights; red lights, blue, green and even a few yellow, some blinking, others shining steadily, but none of them can hold his attention because the wall directly opposite the entrance contains another door and a large window through which he can see a bed -- similar to the one he woke up in, he realises -- and in it he can make out a black-furred head resting on a white pillow. "Miera!" he shouts, startling the other occupant of the small room. "A moment," Florence states, then walks over and whispers something to a short male with skin the colour of old parchment. He nods, then places his paw on a panel. Patterns of light dances across the wall for a few seconds, then goes out entirely. "I've disconnected the tubes and diagnostics." Reaching over, he picks a metal disc from a shelf and paws over to Kerr. "Place this on the red panels on her restraints and they'll open," he explains. Florence steps over and paws open the door, then gestures for him to enter, stating, "We'll let you two have some privacy. If you need me, push the green panel above the bed and I'll be here as soon as I can." "Thanks," Kerr mumbles, focused on the female in the other room and not really noticing the others quietly leaving the small room. Stepping quietly through the door and walking towards the bed he barely registers that the door slides shut behind him. Reaching the bed he looks down on Miera. Finding her asleep, he reach out with his right paw to caress her tear-streaked face. Not getting a reaction, he leans in and begins to lick off the salty tears. "Huh?" the pantheress mumbles, opening her eyes and looking straight into Kerr's blue eyes. "Kerr!" "Missed me?" he whispers, grinning softly. "A little bit," she admits. Then she tries to put her arms around him, only to find that she's still tied down. "Uh... Could you help me free?" "Maybe," he responds, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "or maybe I enjoy seeing you trussed up like this." "Grrr," she mock growls, tossing and pulling at her restraints, "if you try to..." The rest of the sentence is lost as his right paw slips under the blanket to tickle her side. Licking her muzzle again, his paw moves to gently rub her belly. "I was so afraid that I had lost you," he whispers. Moving down the side of the bed, he lets his paw glide along her shapely leg until he finds the thick band tying her down. He lifts the blanket with his right paw and places the strange metal disc on the glowing, red field. The colour changes to green, there's a soft hum, the band splits down the middle and the two ends disappears into the mattress, leaving no trace that it was ever there. "Hurry!" Miera exclaims, "No," he whispers, grabbing her other foot with his right paw and gently stroking the long arch from her heel to her toes. Reaching the leathery pads, he scritches them, making Miera giggle and struggle to get loose. "Lie still!" he admonishes before catching her other foot with his paws and giving it the same treatment. "S-stop!" she finally manages to gasp between giggling fits, "please." Grinning to himself, Kerr licks her toes, then releases his grip on her foot and focuses on the lock on her other leg. It, too, yelds to the effect of the metal disc. Moving up to her left side, he caresses her muzzle for a moment, then steps back and removes his robe. "What?" she asks, puzzled, "what are you doing?" Instead of replying, the rabbit grabs the blanket and slips under it to lie next to her slim, black-furred body. Moving slowly, he first licks her left breast, then her right before working his way up to her throat while at the same time crawling on top of her. With his tongue moving all over her throat and muzzle, it takes almost a minute before she notices that he has unlocked her left arm and is surreptiously trying to move the key to his other paw. It takes all her patience to pretend not to notice as he struggles with the metal disc, but finally the last restraint disappears and she can finally do what she wants, *no, needs.* Wrapping her arms around him she quickly spins them both around, trapping him under herself. "I..." she begins, almost crying, "I was so scared! I thought you were..." *Sob.* "They wouldn't tell me..." No longer able to hold back her emotions, she buries her face in his soft chest-fur and starts crying. Not knowing what to do, Kerr can only pat her back and whisper soothing words in her ears until she, completely spent, rolls over on her side and falls asleep, still holding him tightly.

A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being by Cimmaron

#2 of Different World -   A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being By: Cimmaron Spirit \*WARNING: This story is smut. Plain and simple. And with a lot of kinks and fetishes that you may or may not like, such as transformation, hyper, stretching, excessive cum, etc., etc. If you don't like

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A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being By: Cimmaron Spirit \*WARNING: This story is smut. Plain and simple. And with a lot of kinks and fetishes that you may or may not like, such as transformation, hyper, stretching, excessive cum, etc., etc. If you don't like it, then read something else. This story contains little, if no, plot or character development, and is designed to be the basis for an entire universe of smut stories. Thank you! \* \<\> \<\> \<\> Rick grunted as he drove his massive piece of horseflesh, rock hard at twenty inches, and as wide as his muscular forearm, deeper into the black furred wolf anthro. Despite having done this multiple times by now, Geuafide's ass was still tight, clamping around his cock like a vice, only lubed by the disproportionate amount of preseminal fluid that the horse's heavy orbs produced. The wolf growled lowly as he was taken again and again, his stomach having been bloated out a ways by the sheer force of the horse seed. The aroma of the ocean air wafted through the wooden cabin on the edge of a beach, though that smell was enhanced by the musk, sweat and of sex that surrounded the two male furs mating with each other. The past few hours here in Azhilohk had been a dream come true for Rick: no worries, no concerns; just the continual pounding and slap of flesh against fur-covered-flesh, and the groans and cries of lust and passion, the feeling of warm, soft, smooth fur against his body and hands as he groped, the taste of the canine's mouth as they explored between sessions. With nary a warning, Rick whinnied out loud, spraying yet another bountiful load deep into the canine's bowels. After the orgasmic high drained the horse of his cum, Rick collapsed onto the back of the bloated canine that murred softly at the feeling of his body stretched out. "Alrighty, horsie boy," Geuafide grinned, craning his neck around to lick at the equines face. "I think seventeen times in a day is enough; don't you?" Rick moaned softly, before forcing himself up to pull the softening horse length from the canine's anal passage. "Yeah, I guess," he nickered, lying on the soft bed beside the wolf. His slick penis, covered in cum, was attended to by the canine, making Rick again groan softly, and started to buck his hips upwards into Geuafide's muzzle. "Easy there Seabiscuit!" the wolf said, pulling his maw off the already hardened cock. "You have to learn to control yourself, you know?" The stallion groaned, and then sighed, his tail whooshing lazily under him. "Alright... but later?" The wolf chuckled, before rustling the chestnut colored stallion's brown mane. "Well, you know you can try other things here as well," Geuafide whispered, using his claw to trace along the thick muscled chest and abs, making the stallion groan and nicker contently. "Anyway, there is one thing you have to do, as you are a "guest" here, and not born here like I was," the wolf continued, rubbing his paw along the chest of the stallion, before dragging it along his thick, bulky thighs. "And what is that?" groaned Rick, shivering as the sharp claw traced along his legs. "A series of tests throughout the land, which will culminate in a challenge before the Great Lord of Azhilohk himself, the ruler of this land," Geuafide explained. "You will learn much, including the different things that are done here, as you go. You will gain power, strength, and knowledge, which will help you in the final test." Rick looked over to the midnight dark canine with a look of puzzlement. "What if I don't?" Geuafide shrugged. "Then you will go back to your old life, but every memory here fresh in your mind, but no chance to return. Ever." The chestnut anthro horse looked away from the wolf, looking off to the distance, at the ocean that lapped at the shores. In the distance he could see other islands, but they were but green specks in the vast blueness, almost like the ocean could simply swallow them up if they want. Sure, his old human life had been alright, being big, strong and in tune with nature had allowed him to be. But still... what could be wrong with constant, daily fucking, even if he had to go on a quest like one of the hero's in a video game? "Well, when do I start then?" Rick asked, raising an eyebrow. Geuafide grinned, before pulling the equine into another kiss. "After round eighteen, buckshot," the wolf smirked, turning his ass toward the equine, raising his tail to show the tight pucker. Rick grinned, his cock already hard and leaking precum. Man, this was going to be fun. \<\> \<\> \<\> Rick shuffled on his hooves while he fastened the leather belt around his waist, and positioned the almost too small leather pouch in the front that cupped his genitals and held them close to his body. He licked his dry lips as he watched Geuafide handing over a large leather satchel, already heavy with food, small weapons and some gold coinage. The stallion took the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Other than the bag and loincloth (which still left his tight, muscular ass open to the world), Rick had nothing else on him. He brushed at the pure white fur feathers on his arms nervously. Then again, whenever he went somewhere he never did before by himself, he always got this way. It was nothing new. Geuafide stepped forward, and leaned in to kiss the stallion lightly, which Rick returned. "Keep safe. The potions I gave you are only a small amount, but you can always get more. Be very careful, as many in this land have different ways of pleasure than a simple ass fuck. You will learn of them quickly, and possibly find yourself enjoying them," The wolf warned with a smirk, while Rick suddenly felt a bit queasy at the journey. However, he was ready, and he might as well get it over with. "Alright, so where is the first trial?" asked the chestnut stallion. The wolf pointed to the West. "Go in a straight line from here, and you cannot miss it." He gave a good whack to the stallion's exposed rear, making Rick jump and whiney in surprise. "You better hurry!" Geuafide chuckled. "It's getting late, and you might not want to be in the forest at night." Rick nodded, before at last clopping his way off to the forest, looking back to see the black wolf waving, already stroking his half-erect red canine cock. It almost made the horse turn around and get his ass drilled again, but he had more important things to do. He focused on the task ahead as Rick continued on his quest. The minutes turned into hours, the sun continued its journey across the blue sky. All this time the stallion, followed the path which lead due west. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he continued into the forest, the light growing dimmer, blocked out by the tall trees that reminded him so much of the forest he lived next to as a human, and where he most likely would have still be in, had he not been dragged here. Something was rustling in the bushes, making the stallion stop humming. The noise stopped, but now his ears were busy listening to the area for something. Rick sniffed the air, but only the heady scent of the trees, grass and forest, as well as his own musk, was all he smelled. His hoof snapped a twig, making the horse pause again. The bushes to his left were still, but he thought he could see someone behind it. Rick reached into the bag for one of the daggers he was given and quietly crept up to the bush, before jumping behind it with a loud whiney, landing on the other side... ...to see nothing. It looked like something had been here recently, though, as the grass was packed down, but whatever it was, it was gone. The equine anthro sighed. His imagination must have been playing tricks on him. Rick chuckled a bit and looked up. "Looking for something, pony?" the tall, muscular stag asked, with a voice that seemed a couple octaves too low. The stallion looked up in awe at the stag, easily twelve feet tall, with muscles that put most body builders to shame. On his head was a pair of antlers that would crush any other ordinary deer, but seemed to almost be a nuance to the stag. As Rick continued to stare at the deer, pass the luxurious brown and white fur, stretching over the thick muscles, threatening to burst free at any moment, he was caught by the enormous sheathe that was positioned between the stags calves, with a sac that looked like it was holding melons instead of testes. The horse blushed at the sight, which the stag noticed. "You see something you like?" the stag smirked, taking a step closer to the horse, and then another till his genitals were in the horses face, which, considering the stag was twice as tall as the stallion, was not hard. Rick tried to say something, but the overpowering musk of the stag assaulted his senses, making his own member strain at the tight leather pouch it was tucked into, while his mind felt like it was flooded with the smell of sex and sweat. The tall deer grabbed hold and pushed the horses muzzle into his balls with his hand, the size of Rick's face. "Take it in, pony," he commanded in his deep voice, making the stallion shiver. "Taste it. Savor it." The horse meekly pushed his tongue out to meet the massive balls. The taste of the sweaty, musky fur made the stallion nicker, and soon Rick's tongue was lapping at the fur. The stag groaned, pushing the horse deeper into his furry ball sac. "Good pony. You're doing well." Spurred on by the giant deer, Rick used his hand to massage the nut sack, or as much as he could, while sniffing and licking. The two furs moaned, until Rick felt hot flesh starting to grow on his red. He glanced up to the see the stag's cock starting to emerge in a flaccid state, already easily dwarfing his own member. Rick continued licking the balls of the stag, who gasped in please, his knees already feeling week. Nobody had been able to do this to him before... or, not for a long time at least. The deer fell backwards with the feeling of pleasure rushing through him, taking the smaller stallion with him. The stag tried to keep him balance, but soon impacted the ground with a mighty crash, making the ground shake. Rick's muzzle at last free, he started to lick upwards, toward the stag's massive prick. His tongue lavished the cock, making the deer bellow in pleasure. Already pre-seed was cascading down the cock, soaking the stallion's muzzle, giving Rick a taste of what the stag had to offer. It was intoxicating; Rick needed more. His cock, large for a horse, but dwarfed by the deer's that he was playing with, pushed at the loincloth Rick wore. The stallion, without taking his mind off his play toy as big as he was, quickly used a hoofed hand to slip it off, allowing his already dripping cock out, adding yet more seed to the pool that was flooding the path through the forest. The equine's tongue at last reached the source of the fountain, easily slipping his tongue into the deer's cum slit, making the stag shout in ecstasy. Rick tried to get his mouth over the head of the deer's cock, but it was too big, and the ever increasing amount of pre-seed was pouring out of his mouth, though he was swallowing as fast as he could. The rich, hot and salty seed seemed too much like a drug... the stallion was now hopelessly addicted to it. And more he got. The tongue of the horse at last made the genitals of the deer explode, giving out wave after wave of cum, drenching the stallion from head to hoof. Another thick shot, and another and another washed over Rick, while he tried to drink as much as he could. The stag was withering on the ground, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. And the cum he received made the stallion whinny out loud, shooting his load over the stag, the first few shots of which splashed against the proud antlers, the next few shots landing on the muzzle and mouth, then the chest, of the stag, before petering out. The stag gasped for air, his orgasm over at last, though cum still dribbled out of the titanic cock. "You... you... are skilled with that tongue, traveler," the deer panted, using his own tongue to lick at the stallions cum on his anthropomorphic face once he caught his breath. "Th...Th...Thank you," Rick replied, tired, please and tense. "Um... what now?" The stag looked up to the horse, and smiled softly. "I am Jerackon, and I am the overseer of this forest. It grants me great powers, so long as I protect it." In that moment as he explained himself, the stag saw something in the stallion that the horse himself could not see, like a bright light, an aura emanating from the stallion. "I see you have great powers, but don't know how to use them. In this world, beyond a small rural village that you never leave, it can spell your doom." The stag sat up, his cock at last starting to soften. "However, I can teach you some of the things you should know, which will allow you to continue your journey with some hope of surviving Azhilohk." "Um... what do you mean?" Rick asked, lowering his defenses. The stag looked around, and saw a dead branch, about five feet long, and as wide as Rick's muscular arm. Jerackon grabbed it, but before Rick could think, the deer cock was erect again, drooling pre-cum. The stag smirked, before shoving the log into his urethra, making the gap open to accept it, and the deer groan. Rick gasped, surprised at the suddenness, and the apparent ease that the deer sounded himself. Although that display of a fetish that the stallion had only heard about till now startled him, what happened next confounded and freaked him out. The cock seemed to swallow the log, pulling the dead piece of wood deeper into the massive prick, making Jerackon shudder and arch his back. In moments, the hungry cock devoured the log, the imprint of the branch pressing itself along the cum tube, before at last disappearing into the massive right orb, before dissolving into nothingness. The stallion took a step back as the cock moved of its own will, aiming itself at Rick, looking for another meal. However, Jerackon willed the cock to stop, and it simply straightened up, almost like if nothing happened, and that the stag merely got horny again. "You see? That branch could have been you. I myself don't vore other living beings, but many others do not share this feeling, and will use a defenseless creature as a meal, be it for stomach, cock, anus or... other bodily parts." The stag grinned as he watched the nervous horse. "However, anyone can be trained to survive using their body, besides weapons and wit. The things you cannot train to do, potions and magic will allow you to, for limited periods of time." "This world is so fucked up," Rick moaned, almost wishing he could back to his old life now. But something still drew him in to Azhilohk, whether his mind was repulsed by it or not. "Why the hell did I come here?" "But, if you do well in this fucked up world, it will be yours for the taking, if you wish," Jerackon shrugged. "And, since you are a Guest here, you can leave... but why would you? Your one step from being nude, you can have all the sex and perversions you wish, and you are part animal. Why would you want to go back to... human?" Rick nodded, his loins stirring again from the thought of taking Geuafide again and again and again... "Alright," the stallion decided. "I would like to train with you, and learn all the secrets I can to fight my battles." Jerackon grinned, heaving his frame up onto his massive hooves, then looking up at the darkening sky. "Very well. Tomorrow, we shall start. For tonight, we eat, drink and enjoy each other's company, and entertain our erotic ideas! Let's go!" The stag lead the horse away from the spot they had met and played, deeper into the forest, toward Jerackon's home. But, at the site they left, a mysterious, dark shadow, darker than the falling night, appeared, growing to form the shape of a bipedal creature, cloaked in a hood. The creature reached a clawed hand to the large puddle of cum, taking only the tiniest taste from the pool, before touching the claw to his tongue to savor it. The creature grinned. It was not just the normal taste of a local's seed. No, it had a flavor that was exotic, foreign... A true opponent. A transformed human. With great, but yet unharnessed power. The best kind. And just as soon as the hooded shadow creature appeared to survey the area, it vanished, leaving the darkening forest to itself.

Demonslayer Chapter 1: In the Beginning.... by Bluerichmund

Prologue Every heroic story you have heard has a taste of truth behind it...This is the story of the mighty Bluerichmund Furryswipes. It begins at the Prometheus Research Facility where the ultimate creature was being created. The experiment was doing fine in the beginning, that is, until the

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Prologue Every heroic story you have heard has a taste of truth behind it...This is the story of the mighty Bluerichmund Furryswipes. It begins at the Prometheus Research Facility where the ultimate creature was being created. The experiment was doing fine in the beginning, that is, until the prototype escaped..... In a pair of cryogenic tubes sat a sleeping black fox and a black dragon. The black dragon had red eyes, a blue horn, and long blue arms. Two scientists, a pink vixen named Mandy Kitsuna and a male green wolf, Professor Morningstar, were marveling at the discovery in front of them. To the amazement of the scientist duo, the two creatures awakened, their eyes open, but with a blank stare. Professor Morningstar looked at the tube and called out to the creatures inside. "Tyson! Tyrel! You two are going to be the ultimate defense against the demon clan! if they ever so happen to attack the furred kind again, you two will be destined to stop it! in a few days, you will be able to walk among us and be our assistants!" Kitsuna looked to them and said "May the power of science guide you through the many trials that await you!" At that moment, the capsule containing Tyrel started cracking. The dragon shattered the tube and jumped out, running on a rampage through the facility, killing everyone in his path, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Professor Morningstar yelled "STOP!" as he chased Tyrel, but the black dragon jumped into a teleportation pod and escaped. "FUCK!" yelled Morningstar as he walked back to the lab to awaken Tyson from his cryo-sleep. "Tyson, you must go down to earth and destroy your rival! He is a giant black dragon with red eyes! Destroy him and save the planet!" Tyson simply nodded before he jumped into a teleportation tube, disappearing in a blast of particles. "What now?" asked Professor Kitsuna as she looks up at Morningstar. "No idea...I guess we'll have to start from scratch again" 3 years later In a lonely cryo-tube is a blue fox that appears to be no more than 8 years old. "Professor, do you think it will work this time?" asks Kitsuna while pressing a hand lovingly against the tube. Morningstar nods to her as he places a hand on her shoulder lovingly. "What are you going to call him?" "Blue...Bluerichmund. How are the others doing?" She turns around and looks up at Morningstar with eagerness in her eyes. Morningstar asks "Shall we?" Kitsuna nods and replies "Yes." They walk to the other part of the lab and look at the capsules that contain a bunch of foxes. "What are you going to call them?" asks Morningstar as he gestures to the foxes. "I'll call the blue female Raith, the red male Exishio, and the green male Grant." Watching intently, Blue's eyes opened slowly with a fierce determination in them. Guessing that a dream showed him the way, Kitsuna drained the liquid and opened the capsule as the young blue warrior stepped out and hugged her. "Hello, mother." She smiled in shock and hugged him back. "Hello Blue." Morningstar took a picture of the two and put the camera back in his pocket. "Are you my father?" asks Blue as his head tilts to the side and his ears fold back in curiosity, the little blue fox gazing at Morningstar. "Yes and we are going to raise you into a brave vulpine, Bluerichmund." "But im already brave! I can take out even the strongest demon!" Morningstar turns to kitsuna and whispers, "Awaken the Sleepers." His mother slowly walks into the back room and awakens the remaining foxes in the other capsules. A red vulpine walks out of his capsule and he draws a katana that extended from its hilt and thickens, eventually splitting into two. He places them on his back. "EXISHIO FURRYSWIPES REPORTING FOR DUTY SIR!" Next, a green vulpine walks out of its tube and tosses a wrench in the air and catches it. "GRANT FURRYSWIPES READY FOR ACTION!" Stepping out next is a blue vixen who takes out a scythe made out of pure energy and twirls it on her paw. "RAITH FURRYSWIPES READY TO KICK SOME TAIL!" Finally, a yellow vixen with black tips on her ears walks out holding a whip-sword. With a crack of the weapon, she yells "LEXINE FURRYSWIPES READY TO PROTECT THAT MATTERS MOST!" They all walk together into the main room where they meet Blue. They put their hands together in the middle of the circle they formed. Blue looks all of them in the eye. "From this day forward we will be the greatest omen the universe has ever known. We shall be known as the Demonhunter Society!" They all clap their hands and yell "AGREED!" 4 days later Blue wakes up groggily to a loud explosion. When a second goes off, he turns the light above him on. Its red glow makes his yellow t-shirt and blue sleeves glow orange and black. He tosses the covers off and runs out into the hallway, yelling. "Exis? Grant? RAITH!" The foxes gather in front of Blue's room. "Did you guys hear that?" The foxes nod. "Let's go find out what it was. Weapons at the ready, we don't know what to expect." He turns around and looks back over his shoulder. "Be careful guys and good luck to you all." Meanwhile back at the lab, Tyrel had bust in the door. "TYREL? ITS IMPOSSIBLE!" yelled Kitsuna. A larger demon walked in from behind. It had a single white horn on top of its head that resembled a red fox. Its eyes were two different colors; one was red, the other yellow. He had two long vampire fangs and two large black bat wings spread out from his back. His legs and arms were pearl white and like a human's. He had a sky blue fox tail, goat feet and the claws of a bear. His upper body was jet black. "Hello." Tyrel looks behind him and steps aside, snickering evilly. "Say hello to the great Lord Dyinamogashi ...King of demons!" The mutant furry quickly pushed past Kitsuna and started to destroy the machinery all over the lab. "WHAT ARE YOUS DOING?" shrieked Mandy in pure fear. "ARE YOU MAD?" The black dragon took Professor Kitsuna in his big hand, then threw her into a wall. He walked up to her and pressed his muzzle close to hers. "I am making sure you dont create any more of me! or better yet, anymore FREAKS!" He thew her into a holding cell, walking away laughing, disappearing without a trace. When the foxes walk down the hallway they hear a loud banging against a door. Exis opens it up. "Mother, what the hell happened to you?" Grant sees her beaten-up body and stretches his voice. "Daaaaaaamn" Lex turns to Grant, annoyed. "Shut your maw, you stupid mongrel!" Raith slaps Lex across the muzzle. "You shush, bitch!" Annoyed, Mandy yells, "EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!" all was quiet. "Thank you. A demon attacked us and is after your baby brother! Our only hope is to leave him behind and escape together!" Exis places his swords on his back. "I second the motion." Grant runs up to Kitsuna. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What's with all this 'leave him behind' shit? We are a family and blue is NOT being left behind!" Kitsuna sighs and shakes her head and places a hand on his shoulder. "Blue is stronger than you Ex. stronger than all of you. He needs to be here so he can be trained to harness that power! Two scientists are going to look after Blue from now on. Everything will be okay, guys. I'm going to leave a note with Morningstar and we are on our way out." A tear streaks down the side of her muzzle. "Farewell, Bluerichmund Furryswipes!" The foxes teleport away, gone in the blink of an eye. Blue finds the note next to the capsule and quickly runs to Morningstar. After the professor read the note his head dropped, tears streaming from his eyes. "Father, it's going to be okay... We'll get that guy, Papa. Don't you worry!" Morningstar smashes a fist into the wall and yells out of anger, then quietly says "Nothing is alright, boy. My Mandy is gone forever! Only you survive, Bluerichmund. I don't know what's going to happen to us from here on; but I do know this: my worst enemy is out there and you need to take him out!" Blue raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders. "How? I have no weapons!" The Professor turns to Blue, his eyes burning with passion. "Kid....YOU are your own greatest weapon! Listen to me and see what I mean!" He sighed before continuing. "But... But for now, it's off to bed with you. You have a hard life ahead of you"

A Tail of Long Distance Love: Chapter 3 by MtnFresh

_Hi guys. sorry this took so long, and sorry it's kinda short, hope you like it_ Chapter 3: Arriving The sound of the train whistle was no more than a mile away, it was 5 days since Folly told me he'd be here, I stood outside the train depot waiting anxiously, my tail twitching in anticipation. I

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*Hi guys. sorry this took so long, and sorry it's kinda short, hope you like it* Chapter 3: Arriving The sound of the train whistle was no more than a mile away, it was 5 days since Folly told me he'd be here, I stood outside the train depot waiting anxiously, my tail twitching in anticipation. I had been sitting there for at least 2 hours to be sure I didn't miss him. The train pulled into the station slowly. Was that him? I was sure I saw him in the window. Yes! He was waving at me. I got giddy and ran to where the conductor would let him off the train car. Here's the conductor, setting the steps down and now unloading. And he stepped off, there he was. The love of my life whom I'd met online. I ran up to him and we hugged for what seemed like an eternity. Then the conductor interrupted by taping on Folly's shoulder. "Sir, here are your bags." "Ah, yes, thank you" Said folly in his British accent that I practically melted hearing it for the first time in person. "Folly" I whispered. "Yes Ronnie?" "You have no idea how happy I am that you are finally here." "I have a pretty good idea, we've talked about it for so long." We then broke our long embrace, I hadn't noticed that the train had already left. "So, what hotel are you staying at?" "Um... hold on a second." Folly then pulled out a printed reservation confirmation paper from Priceline "I am staying at the Turner hotel, do you know where that is?" I smiled and almost started laughing. "Oh boy, Folly, I was kinda afraid you'd be staying at one of the hotels across town, and since there are no cabs we'd have to walk with all your bags. The Turner hotel is just across the street." We then proceeded to take short walk across the street to the hotel, we talked about how happy we are to see each other. We walked into the lobby holding hands, bags slung over our shoulders. Folly showed the feline at the front desk his reservation and she handed him the room keys. We lugged the bags to the elevator and went to the room. There was one king sized bed, an old color TV and a bathroom. "How many days are you staying here?" I said while I set down some of Folly's bags. "Just two nights, then I'm moving into my apartment." "Hey, my mom thinks I'm spending the night at a friend's house, I could stay here and keep you company." I blushed after I said this, and then Folly smiled and chuckled "Of course you can. But first, may I ask you to show me around town?" "I can't do this very well, I only have a bike which is parked across the street, I did bring my laptop with me, I can show you using Google Earth" We turned on the TV and got comfortable, I pulled out my laptop and opened Google earth, I spent the next hour showing him where the school he'll be going to is, where the fast-food restaurants are, where some of the places are to shop. Then he gave me the address of the apartment he'll be staying at. "The guy who arranged this for me said it was one of the best places in town." I typed in the address and it zoomed in on the town square, a small building that has a couple apartments above a shop. "Folly, you're lucky, those apartments above the square are almost always taken." "Actually, I'm lucky to be here with you." I blushed and turned around. "No, I'm the lucky one, I'm lucky that you're finally here and that we can finally be together." Folly then leaned in and kissed me gently, how I longed for it since we met, and it's just like I dreamed it would. Folly then pulled my shirt off slowly, I smiled at him as he pulled his shirt off. "Folly, I'm a bit nervous..." "Why, first time?" I blushed and hid my face with my shirt "Maybe..." Folly gently pulled my hands clutching my shirt from my face and smiled. "It's okay, we don't have to now." "But... I want too" I was then kissed suddenly and passionately, before I knew it my pants were on the floor, and so were his. We laid there for several minutes, kissing, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears, and groping each other. Then I felt a paw go down my underpants, his touch, one of a kind, I wanted him. All of him.

Weregarurumon X Leomon by omegan12

Weregarurumon X Leomon IF YOU ARE NOT A PERSON WHO DOES LIKE GAY, EROTIC, MEGA, AND MUSCULAR GROWTH IN ALL PARTS OF THE BODY (INCLUDE THE CROTCH.) PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. IF YOU LOVE GAY DIGIMON STORIES, PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!! I had given you a chance to think, but if you want to read this so bad.

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Weregarurumon X Leomon IF YOU ARE NOT A PERSON WHO DOES LIKE GAY, EROTIC, MEGA, AND MUSCULAR GROWTH IN ALL PARTS OF THE BODY (INCLUDE THE CROTCH.) PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. IF YOU LOVE GAY DIGIMON STORIES, PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!! I had given you a chance to think, but if you want to read this so bad. Here it goes. Part 1 In the digital world, Matt had left Weregarurumon in the evolution form. He had to wait for a day or two until Matt comes back. Weregarurumon was bored, and so was thinking about a thought of the special power he has. He had a secret that of which had never told anyone. His secret was that he was gay for real!!!! His special power is that he can make his body grow in a very imaginably size of when he has an urge with a gay digimon. He usually can control the power, but sometimes can't control it. When his power is not in control, the body will keep growing without stopping. This has happened twice in his life. As he was walking down in to the forest, he saw Leomon working out. Weregarurumon had noticed something that was happing to Leomon while he was working out. Leomon had a pretty big (not too big) bulge down in his pants. Weregarurumon was so addicted to it that the crotch in his pants was growing and his power was so close of activating. His bulge was a big as a big orange, but he had stopped the bulge. He said to himself "Yes, I have to meet that sexy Leomon and ask him to have sex with me if he is gay. Weregarurumon was addicted to Leomon's bulge and when he was Leomon was leaving. The Leomon's bulge had made Weregarurumon so excited to meet. So he ran to the place of where Leomon is going. A few minutes later, Weregarurumon was in a nice town filled with huts. He had sooner found Leomon walking in the dirt while eating some noodles that he got from a store. So Weregarurumon had ran to Leomon and asked him "I have a question?" "What is it? Weregarurumon" said Leomon "Are you gay or straight?" said Weregarurumon "I have never wanted to say this, but I need to let it out of my chest." Leomon said "I AM GAY!!!" "Oh, yes" Weregarurumon said in a cheerful way "I am about to go around the hut town and find a room to stay." "Do you want to go with me, Leomon?" "Sure" Leomon said As Weregarurumon had found a room, Leomon was looking at the room. Leomon hadn't noticed, but Weregarurumon was urging of not trying to do a sex surprise. Weregarurumon couldn't hold it, and then his crotch had grown 2 times bigger. He couldn't make it from stopping it, and also he was growing about 15 lbs of muscle and grew about 4 inches taller. His crotch was usually a size 10 but it changed to a sized 18. As Leomon turned, he saw Weregarurumon had made a leak of cum in his pants and said "What is wrong with you?" "Do you love me?" At an instinct, Weregarurumon had jumped into Leomon. They were on the bed together. Weregarurumon was on top of Leomon. "I can't take it anymore." Weregarurumon said in a desperate way "I need to have sex with you NOW!!" Weregarurumon was in a sex position of which their crotches were touching each other from the inside of the pants. "I am now going to activate my power." Weregarurumon said In a split second, Weregarurumon was growing pretty slow and he had turned into a 6 foot 5 inch Weregarurumon. His crotch had changed again from an 18 inch to a 25 inch. It was so big that the button and the zipper of his pants had ripped and the underwear he was wearing was hanging low down. "Do you love this body or do you want the crotch a lot larger?" Weregarurumon "Yes but I have to tell you something." Leomon said "What is it?" Weregarurumon said in a sexually way "You are ready to have sex?" "No, but I have a thing I want to get out of my chest." Leomon said "And this thing is that I know you are using that power to make yourself grow." Leomon said "And I bet that you think that you are the only gay digimon who has this power?" "Do you?" said in a questionable way "Well, I guess so." Weregarurumon said "Well, you are kind of wrong." Leomon said "I have this power, too, but My Power is a little better than yours." The next second, Weregarurumon had felt a rumbling feeling through Leomon and it did have pleased him well. Weregarurumon had noticed that Leomon was growing and when he knew that he had stopped. Weregarurumon had said in astonishment "Holy god, look at this." Leomon was about a few inches taller than Weregarurumon and his body was more built in and muscular than Weregarurumon. Leomon's veins was showing more visibility and Weregarurumon had loved it. The biggest and I mean BIGGEST thing that made Weregarurumon so addicted to Leomon more was that his crotch. IT was so big that it was a size of what Weregarurumon thought of it was around 28 inches. The bulge was so big that his buckle to his pants was ripped and that was including the pants. The speedo that he was wearing was ripping and it was hanging out by a little. "Well, do you love this body, Weregarurumon?" Leomon said "I ...I don't know what to say but this is so relaxing and I mean relaxing." Weregarurumon said Their crotches were touching so much or as I mean that they were a few inches away because of their bulges. Weregarurumon had never felt anything better, and something had happened. Weregarurumon had noticed that his crotch not his body was growing and it had felt some pain. He knows that he will let out a lot of cum from his crotch. "Uh oh" Weregarurumon said "What is the problem, Weregarurumon?" Leomon said "I feel some pain and now I am going to let out some cum and it may be too much." Weregarurumon "I think that you may need to move, Leomon." "I don't want to move, and I am ready for that cum." Leomon said In a few seconds, Weregarurumon had yelled and then it happened. A lot of cum were coming out of his underwear and when he looked down. He saw Leomon was drinking it and he loved it. Leomon must have drunk about a few cups of cum. As soon as cum was done coming out, Weregarurumon had saw his crotch hanging out and the underwear was ripped. He knows that his crotch grew a few more inches. He loved it. He noticed something different about Leomon, too. Leomon's crotch was a few more inches bigger, too. Leomon was looking at Weregarurumon and had his hand in Weregarurumon's member. Weregarurumon had loved that feeling and he was soothing through the feeling. Leomon was grabbing hard and then said "I am SO ready to have sex with for real now since our members are large and in charge." "And I know your beautiful addiction to me and now I have the same addiction to you, now!!!" "Well, let's get started then." Weregarurumon said As soon as they was to begin, Weregarurumon had said "Well before we have sex, let me clean up my body from all this cum." "No, let me." Leomon said Leomon had opened his mouth and then licked the cum that was on Weregarurumon's tip of the member. He licked at every side of the tip of the member. Then, he had put his whole mouth over the member but he couldn't put his mouth all over it because Weregarurumon's member was 25 inches. Weregarurumon had saw some of the cum on his mouth which was the cum that he was drinking earlier. Weregarurumon had went close to his mouth and licked the cum out the sides of the mouth with his tongue. Weregarurumon couldn't stand the feeling the sucking of his member from Leomon's mouth. He was making moaning sounding. He was loving it so much that some cum had burst from his member and Leomon had some of it on his face. As soon as it happened, Leomon had rose up and then jumped into Weregarurumon, but as he had jumped into him, Weregarurumon had moved and Leomon was lying of the bed alone. Then Weregarurumon had jumped on Leomon and then he had put his member into Leomon's ass. Weregarurumon was pushing his member back and forth. Leomon was being hurt and was moaning hard. "Go slower, Weregarurumon." Leomon said "You are hurting me especially with that 25 inch member." "I will go slower." Weregarurumon said As Leomon was now relaxed and now he was leaking cum from his member and it was spreading on the covers. Weregarurumon was done and then they went under the covers. They had put both put their member on top of each other. The members were on each other's muscular chest. "We need to do some more, but I fell so sleepy." Leomon said "Me too" Weregarurumon said "Let us stop for now and we will continue after our sleep." "Before we sleep, let us have one last good night kiss, alright." "Yes, yes, alright." Leomon said in a sexually voice They had kissed very sexually. Their lips were moving left and right especially since one of them has some cum in their lips. Their tongues were touching and including their teeth. Then they finally had hug each other really, really close. They loved each other especially when they were hugging so close that their members were touching hard. Finally, their ability had deactivated and they were back to their original size. "Good night, my love." Leomon "Good night to you, too." Weregarurumon said "My sexy lion." In a few minutes, they fell asleep. At around 11:00 A.M, Weregarurumon woke up and say to Leomon "Good morning my love." Leomon had woken up after hearing that words and then said to Weregarurumon "Good morning to you, too." "Well, let us get off this bed and get started with the day." "Alright" Weregarurumon said As Weregarurumon had got off the bed and saw the alarm clock. He noticed that he only has about 2 hours with Leomon because he has to meet up with Matt later. So he had gone to the shower and was cleaning himself, but he noticed that Leomon had come in. "Let us have a shower together." Leomon said "Thanks for the company." Weregarurumon said While they were cleaning themselves, Weregarurumon had told Leomon "We only have about an hour and 45 minutes left to do thing together before Matt comes to the Digital World." "Let us hurry up then so that we can share our love more before you have to leave." Leomon said When they were out of the shower, they dried themselves and was about to wear their clothes, but they remember that their clothes were ripped and dirty. So they tried their best and wore the clothes the best way they can. They had to go to a store that sells clothes. 10 minutes later, they found the store and got some clothes. They had soon had some new clothes, but the same. The difference was that they were in a different color. They had left and Leomon had heard a growl. "I am sort of hungry right now." Weregarurumon said "Let's get something to eat." "Let's go to that restaurant over there." When they went to a restaurant, they had ordered a meal (Not separate either).They had eaten the meal together. Leomon hadn't noticed but Weregarurumon had put his hand in Leomon's chest and came close to him and kissed him in the muzzle. Everybody was looking at them in a weird way. Leomon had reacted back and put his hand on Weregarurumon's leg and add kissed him back after Weregarurumon had stopped his kiss. "I love you so much, Leomon." Weregarurumon said "I love you, too." Leomon said As soon as they were done kissing for another 25 minutes, they went out and walked around the dirt. They had seen a tree and went to it. They had lain under it and ask a few questions. "When you leave, will you come back and meet me again?" Leomon said "Ultimately yes, I may come back as soon as Matt leaves again from the Digital World later." "Thank you for coming back for me." Weregarurumon said Weregarurumon had soon close for a few minutes and then he felt a body on top of him. It was Leomon. "We can't have sex now." Weregarurumon said "We had these new clothes and I only have 25 minutes until I have to leave." "Who's said we were going to have sex." Leomon said "Only thing I want to do is kiss our last time before we leave." They had kissed for a while and then they noticed that their bulges in their pants had grown by just a little. They kissed for 15 minutes. Now, they had to stop since Weregarurumon had to go. "Well, this is it." Weregarurumon said "I have to go now, but don't worry." "If you stay at this town for the night, you will meet me again." "I will wait for you then." Leomon "One last hug before you go." They had their last hug for right now. They had released themselves from the hug and Weregarurumon had said "Good-Bye" "I will see you later." "Good bye to you, too." Weregarurumon had left and Leomon had walked back to the hut disappointed. Weregarurumon had reached the place and then he saw Matt there. "Well, did you have a good day while I am gone?" Matt said "Yes, it was the best day of my life and I am hoping to make it happen again." Weregarurumon said He was smiling and then thought of Leomon and him holding hands together. Then, they had left. This maybe the end of it or not. I may have some flaws b/c it is my first story that i ever done.

The Taming of Mitchell Anick, Episode 4. by Wolfie Steel

#4 of The Taming of Mitchell Anick - **_The Taming Of Mitchell Anick._** _The following story will contain the use of Violence, Bad Language, and Gay Furry Sex. If you are not old enough to read such material or the material offends you in anyway then read on no further._   **_PART:_** 4.   I have

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***The Taming Of Mitchell Anick.*** *The following story will contain the use of Violence, Bad Language, and Gay Furry Sex. If you are not old enough to read such material or the material offends you in anyway then read on no further.* ***PART:*** 4. I have no idea what time it is, but we are all woken up by the sound of an alarm, in my still dazed state I have no idea what the alarm is, but Rick is only too aware of it. "Yo Manick, get out of your bunk, the fire alarm is sounding, and this must be the real deal because they don't run fire drills during the early hours" I quickly come around from my sleepy state and roll out of my bunk; suddenly the cell door is opened by a very worried looking bull. "Guys, we need to evacuate everyone out onto the yard, a fire has broken out in the kitchens and has taken hold" Both Rick and I quickly head out of our cell and into the stream of prisoners heading towards the exercise yard, once we are all outside a roll call is called, in the distance the sound of sirens can be heard. I listen to the names as they are called out, each one getting a reply.....all except one, Jonas. The guard calls Jonas's name again and still there is no reply, the guard hands his clipboard to another guard and runs back into the cell area, suddenly there is a huge explosion as a massive ball of flame belches from the entrance to the cells. I need no further provocation and I run towards the entrance. Rick is hot on my tail shouting at me to get back. I ignore Rick's advice and run into the building, I run towards Jonas's cell and I see the guard lying just inches away from Jonas's body, I shout out to Rick and he follows me into the cell block to help me retrieve the two bodies. "Manick you fucking damn fool, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" I quickly take hold of Jonas's left arm and wrap it round my neck, I then get back to my footpaws and begin to drag Jonas's body from the cell, Rick follows suit with the body of the guard hunched over his back. We make it back to the cell block entrance just as there is another sizable explosion; fortunately, both Rick and I manage to exit the building unscathed. A group of guard's rushes to our aid, the bodies of Jonas and the guard are removed from our backs and then laid down on the ground; the prison medical team is quick to action and quickly manage to revive both Jonas and the guard. With both Jonas and the guard back in the land of the living, the medics check both Rick and I over for any signs of burning or any other injuries, fortunately for us we suffer nothing more than some slight fur singing, while the guard and Jonas both have minor cuts and are suffering the effects of smoke inhalation. As the fire brigade battle to bring the fire under control the four of us are led to the unaffected medical wing, we are all placed gently into neighbouring beds, both Jonas and the bull guard have their injuries tended to by the medical staff, and then we are left alone with only a single guard sat outside the door to keep watch over us. It's been one hell of a distressing night so we decide to try and get some more sleep; after all, we are all going to be on the medical wing for a day or two. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Breakfast time comes around so quickly that we hardly feel as though we have got any sleep. We finish our breakfast and again we are left alone apart from the single guard outside the door, Jonas rolls slowly on to his side and faces me. "Yo Anick, tell me, why did you do it, why did you save my life, especially after what I did to you?" I turn on my side and face the pit-bull and make my reply. "Well Jonas, I could claim your ass as mine, you owe me big time, but I'm not like that, I maybe a common thief but one thing I don't do is turn away when someone is in danger.....regardless of who they are or what they have done" Rick looks towards the pit-bull. "Jonas, you are one lucky son of a bitch, if you had done to me what you did to Manick, I would have let you fry" Jonas cowers down in his bed, unable to face either me or Rick, he replies in a voice that is just barely audible. "Mitchell, I'm sorry for what I did, but thank you for.....rescuing me" The guard leans up on his elbow. "Mr Anick, you and Rick here have earned two unlikely friends, I know that inmates and guards don't really mix, but my friends you will both forever have my friendship and gratitude" \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Two days have passed and Rick, me and Jonas are back in a cell block, both me and Rick are cooped up in an isolation cell while Jonas has an isolation cell all to himself. Sure it's not as luxurious as the main cells but with our cell area being badly damaged in the fire this was the only place they had left. Our cell door is opened and Mace walks into the cell, man is he a sight for sore eyes, he is carrying two personal item bags. "Manick, Rick, time to put your personal clothes on, in an hour you two are both going in front of the judge again" I look at Rick and he looks back at me, then we both look back to Mace who is now wearing a beaming smile. "You two reprobates are heroes, so they have convened a special parole hearing for you. I think that we can safely say that either one of you will be seeing the inside of this cell again, or any cell for that matter" As quick as a flash both Rick and I take the bags from Mace's paws, Mace then leaves the cell so that we can get changed into our clothes. It seems that Rick has lost quite a bit of weight as his pants won't stay up, so I remove the belt from my own pants and hand it to Rick. Rick takes the belt from my paws and puts it on. "Ya know Manick when we went back into that burning cell block, I thought you were off your head, and I know that you wouldn't have left them in there to burn, but it has actually worked out well for us, so if we get out, the job at my company for you is assured" Once we are dressed I tab on the cell door, the door opens and I stand face to face with Mace. "Ok guys, I have to follow procedure, so I have to cuff you, but I will just cuff you both together, no need for two sets of cuffs, then we will start our journey towards the truck that will hopefully lead to your freedom" With both Rick and I cuffed together Mace leads us to the waiting transport. Once inside the truck we begin the journey to the courthouse, the same one that just over a week ago had sentenced me to serve time. After a journey of half an hour we arrive at our destination, again Mace leads us from the truck and into the courthouse, this time there is no jury to face, just the man with the curly wig. We are both led into courtroom number 4 and into the stand to await the judge's arrival. Two minutes later and he makes his entrance and sits in his seat. "Gentlemen, though you are both paw cuffed together, I will take you both as individuals, you have both committed crimes worthy of time in prison but to process you both as one would be the wrong thing to do. I will first start with you Mr Lynch, as I see here in your records you were sentenced to fifteen years for the murder of one.......Alexander Harris; I also notice that you were soon due for a parole hearing. While your crime was a violent one, I see from the prison records that you have kept your nose clean to the point of helping out with new inmates, in fact it says here that you even took your fellow prisoner Mr Anick under your wing" The judge then looks towards me and continues. "That brings me to you Mr Anick again from your file I note that you were sent down for 8 years for armed robbery, many counts of armed robbery in point of fact. You were due for a parole hearing in 18 months. I notice that you stand a little uneasily, why is that?" I hang my head a little and make my choked reply. "Your honour, one of the other inmates raped me" The judge nods his head as he already knows the story. "Thank you Mr Anick, I just needed to hear you confirm what I have in front of me, the fact is that you were raped by the very inmate that you pulled from the fire in the prison block. Now at this point I will look at your actions of two days ago, and since you are both involved I can process you both together" The judge looks at his notes and then continues. "At two forty three am on May 10 2011, a fire started in the kitchen area of the prison, that fire quickly spread to the cell block in which you, Mr Lynch and inmate Jonas Maiden were being held, an evacuation was completed but upon the guard, Jet Danson, calling a roll call it was found that Mr Maiden was unaccounted for, Mr Danson duly went back into the cell block, a short time after there was an explosion" The judge took a sip from his glass of water and then continued. "Neither Mr Danson nor Mr Maiden emerged from the building. Mr Anick you selflessly re-entered the building closely followed by Mr Lynch, there was yet another explosion, but you and Mr Lynch managed to bring out both Mr Maiden and Mr Danson, thus saving their lives. Mr Anick, this is not the first life that you have saved, you have also saved the life of Detective Mace Smith after the car he was travelling in left the road" The judge now turns to Detective Smith and speaks. "Detective Smith, I believe it is your paw cuffs that bind Mr Anick and Mr Lynch together, would you please remove them" Mace's smile grew wider as he gladly removed the cuffs, with the cuffs gone the judge continues. "Now then guys I'm going to release you both on licence, what that means is that for a period of six months, you both must attend your local police station on Friday of each week at ten am, failure to do this will get you back inside prison, I also want you both to gain full time employment and somewhere to live, providing that all these terms are met.....you are both free to go" Mace now clears his throat. "Your honour, may I please approach the bench?" The judge nods his head and Mace makes his way to the bench and speaks to the judge. "Judge Saunders, you made one of the terms of the licence that they find somewhere to live, if it's ok with you sir I would like to offer them both a place to stay, at least until they get back on their footpaws" The judge considers Mace's request and then addresses both Rick and I. "Mr Anick, Mr Lynch, it seems that you have already fulfilled one of the conditions of the licence, I am therefore going to release you both into the custody of Detective Smith. You are both free to leave" I let out a huge sigh as does Rick, Mace then returns to the box and speaks to us both. "Ok guys, we'll head back to the truck, they will take us back to prison........where we will get into my car and head back to my place and your licensed freedom" We both follow Mace out to the transport and willingly climb aboard. As we make the journey back to the prison parking area, Rick stands before me. "Manick, I told you that I would not take another man's partner and that is still true, but I was wondering if I could just give the guy who helped me gain freedom a kiss?" I blush as red as a stop sign but gently nod my head. Rick leans forward and takes my muzzle in one of the sweetest kisses I have ever had, after a minute we break from the kiss and Rick speaks again. "I just hope that Smithy knows what a fantastic guy he has as a partner?" We both sit facing each other as the truck continues its journey towards freedom.

Long distance Plesure by Zaiaku

#1 of Forbiden love - Please forgive the bad spelling.....i never did well in english so bare with me on this one. This is a edited version.....I have done it to the best of my abilities...if their are still mistakes tell me what they are eather by Privetmessage or post em in the forum and i will be

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Please forgive the bad spelling.....i never did well in english so bare with me on this one. This is a edited version.....I have done it to the best of my abilities...if their are still mistakes tell me what they are eather by Privetmessage or post em in the forum and i will be sure to fix them ok... It was early Saturday morning and Angel couldent sleep. Although her clock said it was only 11:30 PM, she knew it was 4 AM where her love was. She haden't talked to him in 2 days and she missed him severly. Angel had bin waiting for over 3 hours because he said he had to work till 4 AM; She hoped he would be back soon. Becoming impatient, she sat up allowing her black dragon blanket to fall around her waist. Her body flexed as she yawned. She was totally nakid from the waste up. She was a cute young looking vixen; her slender body gave way to rather thin thighs. She scratched under her firm C-cup brests. She had soft, redish-orange fur with a white chest running down between her legs. Her tail; bushy, soft and sweet smelling, the kind of tail you could get lost in. her tail had a white tip. Her paws had black soxs and her ears had black tips. She stood up and the blanket fell to the floor reveling the rest of her body. As she stood she could feel her juices matting her soft mound. As she walked to the kitchen she rembered what he said befor he left. "I'll be back....in a few hours" he moaned breathing heavely. She knew what he was dooing, he was masturbating to her voice. "we will finish this....when i get home" he moaned befor he told her he loved her and went offline. She would get so wet when he moaned her name. She got somthing to drink and returned to her room. Needless to say that she was very wet. She left a small trail of her juices on the hardwood floor when she walked in. she took a drink befor looking back at the screen. She squeeked cutely when she saw what she had bin waiting for; Her love sent her a message while she was away. She Frantically typed back hoping that he was still their. When he messaged her back, her heart skiped a beat. He said he was horny because her voice was still in his mind. She was also horny for she had his voice in her mind as well. They began to Rp their sex. She got up and went to her dresser and looked under the bottom dawer like he had just told her too. She put her hand in the darkness and pulled out a dildo shaped like his member. She didnt even know it was their. He told her he left her a suprise befor he left but didnt tell her about it till now. She sat on her bed and typed that she had his present and began again. She immanged what he would be dooing if he were their now while she played with her slit and sentive clit while pinshing her nipples under her soft fur. Her fur became more matted as she grew wetter. They acted that he started to make love to her so she took the dildo and gently pressed it agenst her wet slit gently sliding it up and down. She slowly moved it inside her slit, giving her time to adjust to the 7 inch member. They both liked it rough and RPed it so. She thrust all the dildo deep into her slit moaning loudly, panting hard. She moved the member in and out and then thrust it deep inside her again, leaving it their a few seconds to type her actions. He was moaning her name too and this made the dildo inside her become drenched in her juices. befor she could type anything else, she tensed up and clung to the sheets hard as the dildo started to vibrate widely. The plesure shot up her spine and made her nipples hard and sentive. She moaned loudly in her plesure rembering how he made love to her while he was with her. She took hold of the soaking shaft inside her and began to move it in and out moaning his name and typing her plesure to him. She was about to reach her climax and pinched her hard nipples hard while she thrust the dildo all the way in humping it hard. she exploded in her climax, screaming in plesure, pushing the dildo into her, riding out her climax, feeling her cum flow from her slit. She pinched her nipple hard causing her milk to spray out misting over her face and mouth still panting and moaning still riding her climax. When it finally clamed and her breathing slowed, the dildo slid out of her slit gently and it layed between her legs as she typed what she had done and how she had came for him. He typed back that he came when she did. They both were tired and said that they loved eachother and he told her that he had another suprise for her buit would have to wait untill tomarow to get it. She pouted but said ok. she kicked the dildo off the bed and crawled under her black dragon blanket. she fell asleep happy and full of wonder because she had talked to her lover. -THE END-

Snow Bunny - Ch. 9 by Mokarran

#9 of Snow Bunny Jesse works hard for the money -- mostly foreplay Finally, the yiff begins! Just a word of warning -- I always write really long, detailed sex scenes, so they will most likely take more then one chapter to play out. Next chapter: Jesse earns his tip - Clyde approaches the bed,

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Clyde approaches the bed, seemingly in no hurry. His warm brown eyes move over me as he stops beside the bed, and for a moment he just *looks* at me. I can't remember the last time a john actually looked at me. He moves slowly, kneeling on the mattress beside me as he picks up the restraining strap next to my left arm. "Tell me if this is too tight," he says, and wraps the padded cloth strap around my wrist. I expect it to buckle, but it's Velcro, and it's not tight at all. "It's fine," I tell him. He nods and leans over me to do the same to my right arm. He smells good, like soap and deodorant and musk, and I close my eyes as I take a deep sniff, letting him fill my senses. I don't often have moments like this, moments that I *want* to remember, and I want to remember every part of this. Once the restraints are wrapped snugly around my wrists, he climbs off the bed, walking around it and tightening the straps where they are buckled around the bedposts, gently pulling my arms until I can't move. He leaves my legs free. My heart starts to pound and I swallow hard as he climbs back on the bed beside me. "Lovely tattoos," he says, running a finger along the edge of one ear, making me shiver. "Must have hurt." "Yeah," I say. Hurt like hell and took five visits to do both of them, and a lot of 'begging' on my knees to get the artist to give me a discount. Still, I'm very fond of the intricate purple scrollwork. "You're used to pain," Clyde says, his intelligent brown eyes burning deep into me, like he can see right into my soul and read my whole, dirty history written there. I'm not often ashamed of the choices I've made, but with this rich, handsome horse looking at me like that, I am. I close my eyes, but it doesn't seem to help. "You've learned to block it out, to ignore it. You expect it." His fingers touch my face, stroking my cheek. "I wonder what you're expecting now. More of the same, perhaps? I wonder if you'll be able to ignore what I'm about to do to you." A breathless whimper escapes me as he brushes his knuckles down my cheek, to my throat and down to my chest. I open my eyes, watching him as he folds back the top edge of the towel that covers my body, exposing my chest. I gasp as he touches one of my nipple piercings, teasing the silver ring and making the sensitive nub harden. Biting my lower lip, I concentrate on my breathing, trying to detach my mind from my body, because he's right - I know how to block it out. Except, I can't. He switches to the other nipple and my skin tingles, my breathing growing faster. He runs his warm, broad hands over my chest, fingers combing through my fur, his thick, hoof-like nails scratching lightly at my skin. I can feel myself getting hard, and he hasn't even *done* anything yet. All of a sudden, I wonder what I've gotten myself into. His hands slide down my chest and he folds the towel back again, to my waist, and he starts touching my stomach in the same way, fingers sliding over my ribs, his thumb tracing small circles around my navel. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what his game is. Who would really pay ten grand to do *this*? He draws back and I bite my lip, expecting him to fold the towel back off my groin, but he doesn't. He shifts to the end of the bed and starts touching my legs, massaging my calves, his fingers playing over the curve at the back of my knee. That tickles a little and I can't help but squirm. I expect him to tell me to hold still, but he says nothing, and just shifts his hands to my thighs, sliding them up under the towel, where he grips my hips before shifting his hands beneath me and cupping my ass, his fingertips teasing my tail and ghosting along the cleft between my cheeks. A soft sound escapes me, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and I press my lips together, breathing hard and fast through my nose. Clyde leans down, his warm breath stirring the silky fur on my belly as he nuzzles just above the edge of the towel. "Don't worry about the noise," he says. "I want to hear you." He kisses the indentation of my belly button, one hand gripping my ass as he shifts the other to the bed next to my side, supporting his weight as he moves over me, laying a trail of light kisses up my stomach. When he reaches my chest, he turns his attention my piercings, licking one, then the other, the air cold on the wet nubs. "Oh!" I gasp, my back arching as he closes his lips around one of the rings, his tongue flicking my nipple as he sucks, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I'm panting when he releases my captive flesh, and I moan as he gives the other nipple the same treatment. When he finally lets the ring slip from his mouth, I realize that my dick is poking out of its sheath, my Prince Albert pressing against the folded towel over my crotch, every breath making it rub against the thick terrycloth. Clyde nuzzles up my chest, to my throat, and he lets go of my ass, reaching up to run his fingers back through my purple-dyed hair, his velvet-soft lips moving against the side of my throat, up to my cheek. He strokes one of my ears, making me shiver and squirm because my ears are *really* sensitive, and then I feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. Is he going to kiss me? I never made any provision about kissing - it never occurred to me that someone would want to - and I'm not sure how I feel about it. "May I?" he asks, brushing his nose against mine, and any problem that I might have had with it vanishes. Anyone polite enough to ask deserves a kiss. "Yes," I whisper, glad I brushed my teeth before we came here. His lips claim mine with skill and confidence, drawing a low moan from my throat as he steals my breath and leaves me gasping, my heart thumping in my chest. I stare up at him as he kneels over me and there's a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before, a want that catches me by surprise. I'm used to guys who want nothing more than to forget their problems for five minutes, but this is something much bigger. "Do you remember our deal?" he asks. "Keep from cumming and there's an extra five just for you." I nod, thinking off all the things I've done for an extra five bucks, but then I realize he means an extra five *thousand*. I'm so shocked I barely notice as he crawls backward down my body, not until he pulls off the towel and exposes my hard cock. "Mmm, very nice," he says, slowly stroking my sheath, but he doesn't touch my dick. "Have you guessed why I didn't want you to prepare yourself?" he asks. "Why I haven't put the restraints on your legs yet?" I try to think, but he's still touching me, making my hips shift restlessly. I finally just shake my head. "Because lube doesn't taste very good," he says, pushing my legs apart. His hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips, and his thumbs spread my cheeks. I squeak in surprise as I feel his warm, velvet lips against my hole, and then his tongue, wet and hot, slides over the puckered muscle, and *ohmygod* I've never felt anything like it. On reflex, I draw my knees up, my feet twitching as he goes to town, licking at my hole until I'm gasping and moaning, precum leaking from my cock and making the fur low on my belly wet and sticky. That strong, clever muscle flicks and circles my entrance, jabbing at my hole, pushing against that barrier ring, and I find myself pushing back, relaxing to allow him inside, and then - *Oh, shit -* he's inside, he's inside and he's fucking me with his tongue, pistoning in and out, and I shudder as a helpless moan escapes me. He draws back, the air cold on my wet, open hole. "You're not going to cum, are you?" he asks, his deep voice rough and husky. I shake my head. "No...no, sir." It'll take more than getting my ass eaten, though I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't take much more than a few pulls on my cock to get me there. Clyde rubs his broad nose against my balls, making me squirm and whimper, then he licks me, slowly, sliding his tongue deep inside, the tip curling against my inner walls, flicking, teasing, tickling, until he has to grab my ass firmly to hold me still. After another minute, he pulls back. "I think you're ready," he says, licking his lips. "Ready for what?" I ask, panting. He gives me a crooked smile filled with that same want and need. "For what comes next, of course."

Rogue's Redemption Ch. 2 (part 2) by KarusDaedlyn

#3 of Rogue's Redemption Part 2 of Chapter 2, as my chapters are too long for SoFurry. - The young kitty performed a flowery curtsy and said, "Name's Ts'Sai, Mrs. Beatrice. Glad to meet'cya! Doubly glad ya didn't shoot my buddy either!" "Aahah ha-ha!" Beatrice laughed, standing up and slapping her

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The young kitty performed a flowery curtsy and said, "Name's Ts'Sai, Mrs. Beatrice. Glad to meet'cya! Doubly glad ya didn't shoot my buddy either!" "Aahah ha-ha!" Beatrice laughed, standing up and slapping her knee, "Don' worry yer purdy lil' head, missy. Karus 'n I go way back, e'nuff at least his last scheme don' ruin anythin'. 'N trust me, if yer flyin' with him, well, as long as ya stay in the cockpit at least, he'll git ya down safe. This ol' hound's landed things that're more holes 'n ship, ain't that right?" The wolf sheepishly tugged on his headfur with an uncomfortable grin, hoping that she was not going to expound any more. "Yeah, that's about right..." "N'aww, don' git all shy \_now,\_after bein' all ruff-'n-tuff a'fore," she teased, stopping to pinch the wolf's cheek, "As long as ya keep this doggie off the sauce, 'r hypos, 'r any o'er kinda dope, he does a pretty good job. Hell, I remember sometimes ya'd git past an all-out \_blockade,\_with mah goodies, then yah'd be too hopped-up to handle traffic control!" Karus gritted his teeth hard, with the one thing he did not want to be spoken of getting brought up. Knowing he had already arranged a clandestine meeting with a dealer just made it worse. Little Gresham decided to chime in, "I can attest to that," adding insult to injury. Noticing the distress of his pilot, Percival decided to come to his rescue, finally forcing himself on the conversation. "Ahem, well, yes. I am Captain Percival B. Ringwald, of the \_Marco Polo\_transport. Obviously, you know my pilot...and have already met our co-pilot, Ts'Sai," he said, and Ts'Sai smiled that much harder at being included as a crewmember, "We are here to sell our cargo, refit, and, if possible, to find a...'legitimate' job. That is, if this bounty on our heads allows us to operate legally." Beatrice straightened up, and turned to face the raccoon addressing her. "Hah, I wouldn' fret too much 'bout no bounty, pal. It's only ten grand a head, hell...Karus was up to sixty-thou cred 'imself at a few points. Any hunter this side'a the Sagittarius Arm know better'n ta take that job." "Ninety-five thousand," Gresham corrected, although left ignored by everyone. Beatrice began inspecting the weaponry on the hover-tractor. "Sheet, son. These 'ol weapons could put a few decent-sized potholes inna this station, should some'un git that in 'er heads. 'Ol Chudnov'll be giddy as all get-out to his claws on this. Guessin' that's the plan?" "Yep," Karus said, thankful for the conversation to shift away from him, "Hit a dry spell for a few weeks, tryin' to find some work. We and the ship gotta eat, so...kinda hit up some salvage to make it for awhile." "Dang, bud, ya shoulda-" Jaster tried to comment, before Beatrice snapped her fingers again to render him silent. "What yer 'buddy' wants to tell ya is...we got a lil' robin aboard the station, claimin' to be representin' some business 'n the outer regions. Somethin' with tha Osten-Wallens Syndicate 'n Terran Navy," She informed them, but scowling at Jaster, "Thing is...job looks ta be legit. Paperwork checks 'n all...but-" "Why would an authorized corporation, conjointly with official Terran Navy, be looking for a contractor in a place like this?" Karus said, finishing Beatrice's rhetorical question for her. "It's got trap written all over it." "Yeah, my thoughts exactly," she responded, still glaring at the rabbit for the suggestion. "But...I'm 'fraid it'll be the only 'legit' job ya'll find here. We been pretty booked with e'ery job since word got out 'bout that Vulture 'nought gettin' iced. Ya'll have somethin' ta do with that?" "Somewhat," Percival answered, doing a poor job of pretending to be modest, "But perhaps we can look into this legal work, it may just be a transaction requiring a light touch, that would be harder to conduct if contracting a larger firm." "Well, I'll let ya'll figure that out. Personally, I wouldn' trust 'em. Then again...I been playin' the Game far too long..." she said, looking off with a deep sadness in her eyes. She took out a small PDA and typed a bit. A holographic image displayed, with a picture of a middle-aged, stern faced robin, and various information. "Here's the contact details, if ya'll stay int'rested." Percival took out a smaller but similar device, and downloaded the contact details. "Thank you very much, Beatrice, now, should we also discuss the cost of refueling and refitting the *Marco*?" "Hah, well...this one'll be on me," she said, with a soft smile looking at Karus and his new crew. "If ya'll 'r able to keep this hound outta trouble, and offa' the dope...I'm more'n happy ta lend a hand. Besides, lookin' at that thing, ya'll 'r gonna need all the help ya can git." Both Karus and Percival looked at each other, sharing a moment of frustration, both of their buttons being pushed, but suppressing it in light of a blessing. "Can't thank ya enough, Beatrice," Karus said, ready to end this reunion and get moving, "We're gonna be headin' right away to sell this to Chudnov, but ah...one tiny thing, if I may ask?" She raised her eyebrow and gestured for him to continue. "Well, now that ya know, seein' my new pack 'n all," he said with an open paw towards Percival and Ts'Sai, "You know I'm not lookin' to do anything sneaky-like. Think you might uh...keep my arrival on the down low here?" "Heh, no worries yeh hound, I won' be goin' around broadcastin' anythin'. That goes fer you dummies too!" She said loudly at her collection of cronies. "'Specially you there. Dumber 'n a box a rocks," she directed at Jaster. "Last bit 'a advice, sonny," Beatrice said softly, so as to not be heard by her escort, "Once ya git outta this whole Game, stay the hell out, whate'er ya do. Not alla us'll ever git that kinda shot." She turned away, but half-faced Percival and Ts'Sai to bid farewell over her shoulder, "Hope ya'll enjoy yer lil' visit to my humble abode here. Lil' missy, ya better make Karus take ya to my galley on the upper-decks. They haven't been feedin' ya enough!" Beatrice walked away, and her cronies followed, with the exception of Jaster. "Hey bud, I wadn't tryin' to set ya up 'er anythin'," he said, once his boss was out of earshot, "Just figure, y'know, if you \_wanted\_a job that wasn't shady..." Karus waved off the apology, saying, "Heh, no worries bud, you were pretty always ready to jump into a job regardless of how it looked. Can't believe we took that gig for that...'Leviathan Arms,' that one time. Damn, that was stupid." Jaster laughed, "Haha! Yeah, I prolly coulda read the fine print a bit better, prolly woulda recognized all the typos and coordinates that don't exist. Made for a helluva fight, though." "Yeah, paycheck woulda been nicer, but...Hey, pal, I don't mean to hurry on, but I'm holdin' up my whole crew here, and even if Beatrice's been nice as can be, I don't wanna turn this into an extended visit. Prolly should vamoose ASAP." "Yeah, I know..." Jaster said wistfully, "But, if ya get a shot, meet me up at Bruster's pub. Just...not too much, that is. And no shooting this time." Karus grunted in annoyance at his...addictive personality being referenced again. "Yes, Jaster, I'm all good now. And I will try to meet ya for a quick one, just...don't talk about that old stuff so much. I'm over it now." "Oh, well, good! I mean...just lookin' out for ya, Kar. You're a pretty swell wingman, miss havin' ya around. Welp, I'll see y'all later, I guess, have fun 'n such...You two should prolly stick to the main passageways though, just ah...'cuz," he advised Percival and Ts'Sai, "Need anything, ya know my frequency!" The awkward, floppy-eared pilot gave a small salute, and departed towards his craft to resume his patrols. "Well now...that was certainly an...interesting 'reunion,' to say the least," Percival commented, finally comfortable without the crowd around them. "Your friends are kinda scary...not to be mean Karus. Not sure why you used to hang out with 'em though," Ts'Sai observed with her typical innocence. "You and me both, kiddo," Karus muttered, "This way, to Chudnov's place." The pilot led the way, with Percival taking the hover-tractor, and Ts'Sai following behind. "Oh yes, before I forget...I know you were worried about Beatrice, from your last escapade...But, is there anyone else that would be looking for you? I'm just curious as to why you would want her to keep your arrival quiet, if she was the only one you were worried about being...upset," Percival asked, as they crossed from the hangar area into the main passageway for the deck. "Heh, yeah, there's prolly a hundred people looking for me," Karus answered, still bitter about his prior bones getting dug up, "But...what I'm mostly worried about are young hunters. Anyone with a lick of experience, like Beatrice said, knows that it's not even worth the trouble to come after me for such a small bounty. It'd cost at least twice as much in ordinance to bring me down. Pups though, they might have eyes bigger than their teeth. It \_would\_be quite a notch on their belt, if they could get me...even if the payout is light. Notoriety alone would get 'em all sorts of work. Now, it would be easy for me to just...'handle' it, but...I would actually like to get through this job without needing to do that. It's easy to feel good about blowing Vultures into star dust...not quite as easy to shoot some misdirected pup who's head got too big..." Percival was watching his comrade closely, although he had been speaking over his shoulder while leading the way. It was clear to him, based on the occasional, suppressed cracks in the wolf's voice, that he was speaking from experience.

Silly Humans, Card Games are for Foxes--Chapter 4 by BaiBai Cringe

  Silly Humans, Card Games are for Foxes -Chapter 4 \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The Grizzly and Fox made their way through the group of Yugioh

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Silly Humans, Card Games are for Foxes -Chapter 4 \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The Grizzly and Fox made their way through the group of Yugioh players, who were already heading to their assigned tables. The vulpine examined the pairings sheet and his eyes opened in surprise, he turned to see the Grizzly with a smirk plastered on his face. The pairings sheet read\_Aki N. (1-Win/0-Loss) vs. Rafael M. (1-Win/0-Loss) Table 5.\_ They proceeded to their assigned table number, sitting across from each other. Who would've thought that they would be dueling each other this early in the tourney? Well one of them was going to lose, and the vulpine wasn't going to hold back, and neither was the grizzly. They each rolled out their play mats, the vulpine's Tragodia mat adjacent from the bear's Gladiator Beast Gyzarus mat. Rafael had been a huge Gladiator Beast player even before the fox had met him. But his deck had changed vastly since they had first met. They both rolled a die, the vulpine beating the bear's 3 with his 4. "I'll lead." He said as he drew the first card of the game. "I summon Infernity Avenger (Lv/1 ATK/0 DEF/0), and I'll end my turn by setting 5 facedowns." He smirked; being able to become handless turn 1 gave him a little advantage since now his infernities would now gain their effects. The bear drew his card, "I summon the monster Gladiator Beast Darius, in attack position." The vulpine flipped the trap card Solemn Warning. For the cost of 2000 life points, he was able to negate the summon of the monster and destroy it. The grizzly ended his turn by setting two facedowns. The vulpine hoped to pull a monster during this draw; Avenger would be obliterated by any monster that his opponent managed to summon. To his despair he drew the quickplay spell Forbidden Lance. He set it in the only empty card slot there was, and ended his turn. "Ok, I draw, and I'll start off by summoning Gladiator Beast Laquari (Lv/4 ATK/1800 DEF/400) "The vulpine flipped over his second solemn warning and attempted to negate the summon of the GB, but the grizzly flipped over a counter trap of his own, Seven Tools of the Bandit. He paid 1000 life points to negate the vulpine's trap card, causing the fox to lose 2000 life points for no result. Aki-4000 Rafael-7000. The 1800 hundred monster easily sent his avenger to the grave, lowering his life points to 2200. Then it's effect activated since it battled, during the end of the battle phase it can return to the deck to special summon a different Gladiator Beast monster. The grizzly special summoned Gladiator Beast Equeste, which let him add his Gladiator Beast Darius from the grave back to his hand. And with that he ended his turn. They vulpine growled in frustration, he had to draw a game changing monster or he would surely lose this duel. He drew, and smiled, "I summon the monster Dark Grepher to the field, and activate the trap card Call of the Haunted to bring back Infernity Avenger from the graveyard in attack mode!" The grizzly flipped over his face down quickplay spell card Book of Moon, in attempt to prevent the fox from synchro summoning a monster to the field by putting his tuner monster in facedown defense position. "Since I have no cards in hand and I control an attack position Infernity monster, I can activate my counter trap Infernity Barrier. Negating your spell card!" And with that the fox sent Dark Grepher and Infernity Avenger to the grave as synchro material monsters, "I now synchro summon the monster Stygian Sergents (Lv/5 ATK/2200 DEF/1800). Now I attack your Gladiator Beast Equeste with Stygian Sergents, inflicting 600 damge to you." Aki-2200 Rafael-6400. "But that's not all, now since my Stygian Sergents destroyed a monster by battle and sent it to the graveyard, he gains 800 attack points and can attack once again!" Aki-2200 Rafael -3400. "And with that I'll end my turn." He said with a sigh of relief. He had managed to come back from a rocky start. If he kept this up, he could still win this game. The bear, shaken from such a comeback drew his card. "I'll set one card face down and end my turn..." The fox was disappointed that he didn't summon a monster; his Stygian Sergeants would've been able to hurt him more if he did. "Alright I draw, and I'll attack you directly with Stygian Sergeants!" Aki-2200 Rafael-1200. The tide had turned, the vulpine was now in the lead, and had control of the board. "I'll set one card face down and end my turn." The bear drew, hoping for the card to be a game changer... it wasn't. "Good game." He said with a smile, extending his paw in defeat. The vulpine shook with a smirk. "That was a close call," He said with chuckle. They both gathered their decks and other belongings, and parted ways. They would probably meet up after the tourney to eat or just hang out. He headed towards the back of the shop to report his win to Ray, when a small group of players were hovering over a table where what sounded like a heated duel was going on caught his eye. He decided to see what was going on, the peered over the shoulder of a Boa. And what he saw made his eyes go wide in surprise. On one of the player's field, there it was. Trishula, Dragon of the Ice Barrier. Not one, but two! His eyes darted to see the player behind those beautiful dragons; it was a slender Labrador retriever. His fur was a golden blond, and his eyes were a clear blue that seemed so graceful. He had an expressionless face as he played, just like he did when he and the fox had dueled long ago. His bright blue hues met the vulpine's as he muttered "Game..." To his opponent, that stood no chance at all in the first place. The fox growled quietly as he pulled himself from the duel and continued to the back. Reporting the win to Ray, he turned back to the shop full of players. He had won both his duels so far, if he could hold out until the finals he could make top 4 he thought to himself. Today had been interesting to say the least so far. "Alright..." He muttered to himself, he went towards the tables to look for it. He knew that he was going to duel him. And he wasn't going to have a very good chance without it. He needed to get his paws on a Trishula.... To be continued...