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Crime Of Passion by greldon	Crime Of Passion „Ich liebe Dich auch, Oregana", flüsterte Tylon in ihr Ohr und streichelte die Füchsin zärtlich ihren Rücken hinab, ihr weiches rotbraunes Fell zwischen ihren Krallen genießend. Es war kurz nach Sonnenuntergang, ein herrlicher lauer Frühlingsabend. Die beiden hatten sich heimlich im	[ "Anal", "Bisexual", "Captivity", "Death", "Dragon", "German Language", "Gryphon", "NC", "Rape", "Rimming", "Scat", "Watersports" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10066-crime-of-passion	Crime Of Passion „Ich liebe Dich auch, Oregana", flüsterte Tylon in ihr Ohr und streichelte die Füchsin zärtlich ihren Rücken hinab, ihr weiches rotbraunes Fell zwischen ihren Krallen genießend. Es war kurz nach Sonnenuntergang, ein herrlicher lauer Frühlingsabend. Die beiden hatten sich heimlich im großen Park getroffen, in einer Ecke, die von nicht allzu vielen Spaziergängern frequentiert wurde, dafür trafen sich da aber umso mehr verliebte Pärchen und genossen ihre trauten Zweisamkeiten. „Leider muss ich nun nach Hause", meinte Oregana. „Meine Eltern warten und die dürfen davon nichts mitbekommen. Und dann ist da auch noch dieser Griffin. Ein unmöglicher Kerl. Wenn der von uns beiden wüsste..." Tatsächlich war die Beziehung zwischen Tylon und Oregana nicht ganz unproblematisch. Abgesehen davon, dass die Füchsin gerade einmal halb so viele Lenze zählte wie Tylon, handelte es sich bei Tylon um eine Drachin aus bestem Hause. Die beiden hatten sich vor ein paar Jahren auf einem Empfang kennengelernt, den Tylons Vater, ein Drache mit lukrativen Beziehungen in den höchsten Adel, anlässlich seines Geburtstages ausgerichtet hatte. Für Oregana und Tylon war es sozusagen Liebe auf den ersten Blick gewesen und noch am selben Abend waren beide heimlich in eines der Zimmer verschwunden, dabei kichernd wie verliebte Teenagerinnen. Bei dieser Gelegenheit entdeckte Tylon, dass sie sich mehr zum weiblichen Geschlecht hingezogen fühlte denn zum männlichen. Verehrer hätte sie ja genügend gehabt, kaum ein Drachenmännchen (oder auch ein Männchen einer anderen Spezies, ja sogar so mancher Menschenmann) konnte sich ihrer Schönheit entziehen: Samtige weiß-blaue Schuppen bedeckten ihren Körper, ihre Brust war mit cremefarbenen Hornplatten gepanzert. Eine Mähne, weich wie Federflaum, floss weiß wallend ihren Hals und einen Teil ihres Rückens hinab. Die beiden tauschten noch ein letztes Mal zärtliche Küsse aus und dann machte sich Oregana auf dem Nachhauseweg. Tylon blickte ihr noch lange nach, seufzte tief und machte sich dann ihrerseits auf dem Weg. Zwei funkelnde Augenpaare verfolgten gespannt das Geschehen. „Hast Du gesehen?" knurrte eine tiefe Stimme. „Diese Schlampe hat was mit ner Drachin. Dabei ist das meine Füchsin." „Jetzt reg Dich ab, Griffin", versuchte der Angesprochene zu beschwichtigen. „Aber eins muss ich sagen, deine Füchsin hat sich gleich ein ganz hohes Tier geangelt." „Wieso das?" wollte Giffin wissen. „So weit ich weiß, ist das die Tochter vom alten Cerebus. Der ist doch Senator oder so was in der Art. Jedenfalls, man erzählt von ihr, dass sie nie nen Kerl an sich ranlässt. Jetzt weiß man ja auch, warum." „Mir geht das eigentlich total am Arsch vorbei, wer die Drachin ist, die hat mir meine Oregana ausgespannt und diese Schlampe macht da auch noch mit." Der Greif klackte zornig mit seinem scharfen Schnabel und nahezu unbewusst drückte er seine sichelartigen, scharfen Krallen in den weichen Boden. Sein Löwenschweif peitschte die Luft. „Oregana gehört mir und ich möchte, dass Du mir hilfst, Rascall." Der graugrüngeschuppte Drache sog geräuschvoll die Luft ein. „Wie meinst Du das, Griffin?" „Na, was wohl?" Der goldfarbene Greif reckte sich und sträubte sein Nackengefieder. „Den beiden eine Lektion erteilen. Und mit der Drachin fangen wir an." Rascall wich erschrocken einen Schritt zurück. Sein Freund konnte durchaus furchteinflößend sein, wenn er so zornig war wie jetzt. Dazu kam, dass Griffin auch für einen Greifen besonders groß gewachsen war. Zwar war ihm der Drache an Größe und Maße immer noch ein wenig überlegen, aber dafür war Griffin ein ausdauernder und zäher Kämpfer. „Wie stellst Du Dir das vor, Griffin?" fragte Rascall und war sich zugleich sicher, dass er die Antwort gar nicht hören wollte. Der Greif blickte der Drachin hinterher und meinte beinahe träumerisch: „Nun, Du scheinst sie ja zu kennen, zumindest ihren Alten. Vielleicht weißt Du ja auch, wo sie genau wohnt. Naja, und wenn so ein knuffiger Drache wie Du eine Drachendame vielleicht nach der Uhrzeit fragt, dann wäre das doch auch nicht weiter verdächtig, nicht wahr?" „Klar weiß ich, wo sie wohnt, aber wieso sollte ich sie nach der Uhrzeit fragen?" Rascall war mal wieder ein wenig schwer von Begriff. „Idiot", zischte der Greif. „Du sollst sie doch nur irgendwie aufhalten, dann schnappen wir sie uns und zeigen ihr dann, wer der rechtmäßige Besitzer der Füchsin ist." „Mitten auf der Straße? Was ist, wenn uns da wer sieht?" „Überlass das nur mir. Ich habe da schon eine Idee." „Ich verstehe nur eines noch nicht, Griffin", wandte Rascall ein. „Warum ziehst Du mich da mit rein?" „Weil Du weißt, wo die Drachin wohnt, ich Deine Hilfe brauche und Du mein Freund bist, Blödian. Und jetzt beeil Dich, sonst ist sie noch vor uns bei sich zu Hause. Ich will das jetzt gleich geregelt haben." Tylon wollte die herrliche Nacht genießen, daher hatte sie sich dafür entschieden, auf ihre Flügel zu verzichten und zu Fuß zu gehen. Sie hatte schon mehr die Hälfte des Weges durch den Park zurückgelegt, als sie ein Rascheln vor sich hörte. Sie blieb stehen und ihre Augen fixierten ein kleines Gebüsch direkt vor ihr. „Ist da wer?" fragte sie leise in die Dunkelheit. Doch anstatt einer Antwort verspürte sie einen dumpfen Schlag gegen ihre Brust und sie sah gerade noch etwas bläulich blitzen, bevor sie bewusstlos zu Boden ging. „Cool", sagte der Greif anerkennend. „Ich wusste doch immer, dass es praktisch ist, einen magiebegabten Drachen zum Freund zu haben." „Wir sollten uns besser beeilen", raunte Rascall und blickte sich nervös um. „Der Zauber wirkt nur ne knappe Stunde oder so. Ich konnte keine höhere Dosis an Energie abfeuern, das hätte sie umgebracht." „Und wenn schon", knurrte der Greif. „Komm, fass mit an, wir binden sie und schaffen sie dann weg." Ein widerlicher Geruch von fauligen Kartoffeln und Schmutz drang an Tylons Nüstern. Was war bloß geschehen? Sie erinnerte sich nur vage an einen blauen Lichtschein, einen Schlag gegen ihre Brust und dann - Filmriss. Wo war sie? Allmählich begann sie, Konturen wahrzunehmen in dem Dämmerlicht, das sie umgab. Sie wollte sich aufrichten, doch wurde sie von etwas zurückgehalten. Es dauerte einige Zeit, bis sie sich darüber bewusst wurde, dass sie von stabilen Lederbändern gehalten wurde. Sie war auf brutale Weise gefesselt worden, am Rücken liegend, ihre Hintereine durch eine schwere Metallstange gespreizt. So lag unbequem auf ihren Flügeln und die Fesseln scheuerten an ihren Schuppen. Ihre Brust schmerzte heftig. Offensichtlich befand sie sich irgendwo in einem Keller oder einem anderen verlassenen Lagerraum. Hatte man sie entführt? Sicherlich, ihr Vater war vermögend und auch einflussreich, des fteren schon erreichten Entführungsdrohungen ihren Vater, doch man hatte die Gefahr niemals als akut eingestuft. In dem Dämmerlicht konnte sie auch nicht erkennen, wie lange sie hier schon gelegen hatte, war es Tag oder Nacht? Sie hatte jegliches Zeitgefühl verloren. Scharfer Raubtiergestank benebelte ihre Sinne und noch bevor sie einen klaren Gedanken fassen konnte, fühlte sie etwas Nasses, Warmes auf ihre Schnauze treffen. Instinktiv schloss sie ihre Augen. „Mach Dein Maul auf, Drachenschlampe", grollte eine tiefe Stimme drohend und gleich darauf vernahm sie ein leises Zischeln: „Endlich aufgewacht, dann kann der Spaß ja endlich beginnen." Angewidert versuchte Tylon ihren Kopf wegzudrehen, doch es war ihr unmöglich. „Mein Freund befahl Dir, das Maul zu öffnen." Bevor Tylon in dem Sprecher den graugrünen Drachen erkannte, spürte sie einen brennenden Schmerz, der ihren gesamten Körper durchzuckte. Sie schrie auf - und der Greifenurin rann in ihr Maul. Allmählich klärte sich ihr Blick und sie bemerkte den gewaltigen Löwenkörper, der über ihr kauerte. Der Geschmack war widerlich und nur die Angst vor einem erneuten Schmerz, der zweifellos ihren Köper durchzucken würde, wenn sie nicht tat, was die beiden ihr befahlen, ließ sie den Urin schlucken, auch wenn sie dabei ständig gegen den Brechreiz anzukämpfen hatte. Es erschien ihr wie eine Ewigkeit bis der Greif seine Blase in sie entleert hatte und sich dann langsam umdrehte. Er blickte mit gelb glühenden Adleraugen auf sie herab, sein Schnabel klickte drohend. „Hör mir gut zu, Drachenschlampe. Du hast etwas gestohlen, was mir gehört. Ich werde das nicht hinnehmen." „Aber...wer seid Ihr denn? Was soll ich genommen haben, was..." Tylons Stimme war tränenerstickt. „Halts Maul", schnappte der Greif und im gleichen Augenblick verspürte Tylon wieder den grausamen Schmerz in ihrem Körper. „Mein Freund versucht Dir zu erklären, dass von nun an alles von Deinem Verhalten abhängt." Rascall war nun ebenfalls nahe an Tylon herangetreten. „Sei ein braves Mädchen und Du wirst den Raum halbwegs aufrecht gehend verlassen können. Machst Du Zicken, dann wird man Dich auf einer Bahre heraustragen." „Aber...was wollt Ihr denn von mir?" fragte die Drachin ängstlich. „Dir mal zeigen, was Männchen gegenüber Weibchen für Vorzüge haben", grinste Rascall zahnig und zielte nun ebenfalls mit seinem Glied auf Tylons Gesicht. „Nein, bitte..." Doch der Protest ging unter als sie nun den bitteren Geschmack des Drachenurins in ihr Maul bekam. Als der graugrüne Drache fertig war, rieb er sein nasses Glied an Tylons Nüstern. „Rieche dran, Schlampe. Gib doch zu, dass Dich dieser Geruch erregt. Riecht doch besser als so eine Füchsin, oder?" In der Tat verspürte Tylon, auch wenn sie es sich nicht eingestehen wollte, eine gewisse Erregung, als der schwere Moschusduft Rascalls in ihre Nüstern drang. Gleichzeitig durchzuckte sie eine Erkenntnis: „Dieser Greif da. Das ist Griffin, oder? Und Oregana, Du begehrst sie. Sie hat von Dir gesprochen!" „So, Du kennst mich also." Griffin kniff sie mit seinem scharfen Schnabel grob ins Ohr. „Was hat Dir das Fuchsluder über mich noch erzählt?" „N..nichts weiter. Nur dass Du hinter ihr her bist und..." Erneut zwickte der Greif zu. „Unsinn. Sie ist meine Braut, ich werde sie als mein Weibchen nehmen, sie wird mir eine treue Dienerin sein. Und Du wirst Deine dreckigen Krallen von ihr lassen, ein für alle Mal!" Griffin wandte sich seinem Freund zu. „Da fällt mir ein, Rascall. Seid Ihr Drachen wirklich so geschickt mit Euren Zungen, wie man sagt?" Rascall drückte sein Glied noch einmal gegen Tylons Schnauzenspitze und grinste. „Probiere es doch einfach aus. Ich glaube, diese Drachin würde gerne auch mal an einem Greifen riechen, nachdem sie ja deinen Saft auch schon geschluckt hat." „Das wollte ich hören", schnurrte Griffin und stellte sich so über Tylon, dass sein Hinterteil genau über ihrer Schnauze lag. „Rieche an mir, Schlampe." Rascall beobachtete lüstern die Szene und spürte, wie sein Glied ersteifte. Der Greif hatte seinen Löwenschwanz steil erhoben und enthüllte seine Rosette, die alles andere als sauber war. „Niemals. Ich....", weigerte sich Tylon und rümpfte angewidert die Nase, als sie den strengen Greifengeruch wahrnahm. „Ich glaube aber doch", brummte der Greif und hockte sich so auf die Drachenschnauze, dass Tylon kaum noch atmen konnte. Der Greif gurrte erregt, als er den warmen Atem der Drachin an seinem Hinterteil spürte. Er schloss kurz seine Augen und sagte leise, mehr zu sich selbst denn an Rascall gewandt: „Wenn Du wüsstest, wie lange ich mir das schon gewünscht habe - einmal von einer Drachenzunge gesäubert zu werden." „Du hast es gehört, Drachenschlampe", schnurrte Rascall und entblößte seine Zähne zu einem boshaften Lächeln. „Mein Freund würde gerne von Dir gesäubert werden. Tu ihm doch den Gefallen." „Das werde ich nicht", brachte Tylon gequält hervor, Tränen liefen ihre Wangen herab. „Das ist so widerlich und ich kann..." „Leck' sein Loch sauber, habe ich gesagt", herrschte Rascall die Drachin an und im gleichen Augenblick durchzuckte sie wieder jener unglaubliche Schmerz. Widerwillig ließ sie ihre warme, nasse Zunge über den schmutzig-schmierigen Greifenanus gleiten. Es war widerlich, der Geschmack war sehr bitter und ranzig. Griffin strich mit seiner weichen Löwentatze über den Unterleib der Drachin und bemerkte, dass sie zwischen ihren Hinterbeinen feucht war. Er lachte laut auf: „Sieh an, ich scheine Dich zu erregen! Sieh nur Rascall, das ist das, was Weibchen wollen. Und es fühlt sich einfach nur geil an. Ich sollte meine Füchsin wohl auch dafür trainieren!" „Wer weiß, vielleicht haben die beiden das ohnehin schon immer miteinander getan. So wie sie Dich hier ausleckt, macht sie das bestimmt nicht zum ersten Mal", erwiderte Rascall. „Ich hab's doch schon immer gesagt", stöhnte der Greif. „Drachinnen seid einfach nur geile Schlampen." Griffin spürte, wie sein eigenes Glied ersteifte. „Mach schön weiter, Drachin. Hole alles aus mir raus, was noch in mir ist." Lüstern stemmte sich der Greif gegen Tylon, die gehorsam mit geschickten Bewegungen ihrer Zunge seinen Hintern aufs Gründlichste reinigte. Nach einiger Zeit fragte Griffin seinen Gefährten: „Was meinst Du? Bin ich sauber hinten?" „Lass mal sehen", antwortete Rascall und der graugrüne Drache schob seine Schnauzenspitze an das Hinterteil seines Freundes, das eben noch von Tylon verwöhnt worden war. Er schnupperte daran und schnurrte: „Du riechst hinten nun nach Drache." Ohne Vorwarnung drückte er seine lange, gespaltene Zunge tief in seinen Freund, ertastete ihn. Der Greif stöhnte laut auf in Lust, sein Glied war nun zu seiner vollen Pracht ersteift. Rascall roch die Erregung seines Freundes und zog seine Zunge heraus. „Die Schlampe hat ganze Arbeit geleistet. Du bist sauber. Du solltest sie belohnen." „Meinst Du wirklich?" Der Greif erhob sich und drehte sich um, rieb sein hartes Glied an der Drachinnenschnauze entlang. „Dann lass doch mal sehen, wie geschickt Du damit umgehst." Fordernd drückte er sein großes Glied gegen Tylons Lippen. Die Drachin war von sich selbst überrascht, dass sie beinahe automatisch ihr Maul öffnete und begann, mit ihrer Zunge das Greifenglied zu liebkosen. Es war offensichtlich für Rascall, wie sehr Griffin die geschickte Drachenzunge genoss und beobachtete erregt, wie dieser lüstern in die feuchte, warme Grotte stieß, tief in ihren Rachen. Doch auch Tylon schien nun gegen ihren Willen erregt. Ihre Säfte begannen zu fließen und die Luft war erfüllt von dem Geruch ihrer Hitze und dem Moschusduft des Greifen und des männlichen Drachens. „Genug", stöhnte der Greif und zog sein Glied aus Tylons Rachen und Maul zurück. Er brachte sich nun am hinteren Ende der gefesselten Drachin in Position und fing an, sein durch den Drachensabber glitschiges Glied an den Schamlippen der Drachin zu reiben. „Ob ich diese ffnung nehmen soll?" Er drückte sein Glied fordernd ein wenig in Tylons Scheide. „Oder ob ich doch lieber den Hintereingang wähle? Ja, ich glaube, das ist geiler." Tylon schrie auf in Schmerz, als Griffin grob sein Glied in die enge, jungfräuliche ffnung der Drachin drückte, laut zischelnd vor Lust und Leidenschaft, als die Körperhitze des Drachens den Greifenpenis umfing. Bald hatte er seine gesamte Länge in ihr versenkt und packte mit seinen Vordertatzen die Drachin an ihren Flanken, dabei seine Krallen durch die blauen Schuppen in ihr Fleisch bohrend. Blut sickerte aus den Wunden heraus, wo die Krallen eindrangen und Griffin begann, in einem harten, aber steten Rhythmus in Tylon zu stoßen. Es fühlte sich wunderbar an und er ließ sie jeden Zentimeter seines Gliedes spüren. Rascall konnte sich nicht länger zurückhalten und stellte sich an Tylons Kopf. Er packte sie grob und stieß ihr sein großes Drachenglied in ihre Schnauze. „Wollen doch mal sehen, wer von uns schneller kommt!" rief er seinem Freund zu. „Aber verspritze nicht gleich alles in sie", erwiderte Griffin. „Du musst unbedingt mal ihr Hinterende versuchen. Sie ist so schön eng." Der Raum war erfüllt von dem lustvollen Stöhnen von Greif und Drachen, wobei das Stöhnen der Drachin jedoch eher schmerzerfüllt war. Doch sie hatte nicht die geringste Möglichkeit, sich zu wehren. Gnadenlos stieß der Greif in ihre enge Körperöffnung, während sich Rascall an ihrer Schnauze verging. Sie hatte mit dem Würgereiz zu kämpfen, als das gewaltige Drachenglied immer wieder in ihre Speiseröhre stieß. Tylon strampelte in ihrer Fesselung, doch ihr Widerstand schien ihre beiden Peiniger nur noch mehr zu erregen. Ein seltsamer Laut drang an Tylons Ohren und in diesem Augenblick spürte sie, wie der Greif förmlich in ihren Darm explodierte. Es war eine Mischung aus Brüllen und Zwitschern, als Griffin seine Lust herausbrüllte. Er stieß immer weiter in sie, sich vollständig entladend und noch bevor sein Orgasmus abflaute, pulsierte das Drachenglied in ihrer Schnauze. Der dickflüssige Drachensamen schoss in ihren Rachen und sie schluckte tapfer. Hauptsache, es würde bald vorbei sein. Offensichtlich hatten nun die beiden ihren Spaß gehabt.... Als Rascall fertig war, zog er grob sein Glied aus ihrer Schnauze und grinste boshaft seinen Freund an: „Du hast Recht, vielleicht sollte ich auch einmal das Hinterende von ihr probieren." Griffin ließ sein Glied mit einem leisen ‚Plopp' aus Tylons Hinterteil gleiten. „Dann komm her. Es gibt nichts geileres, als in ein Loch zu ficken, das bereits ein anderer schon mit seinem Samen gefüllt hat." „Ach, ich steh nicht so sehr auf anal", erwiderte Rascall. „Ich mag's eher klassisch." Damit gesellte er sich zu seinem Freund und rieb sein immer noch steifes, samenverschmiertes Glied an Tylons Schamlippen. Diese waren nun ganz feucht und er konnte ohne Probleme tief in sie eindringen. Er zischelte auf in Lust, als die feuchte Hitze Tylons sein Glied umfing. Griffin hingegen war wieder zu Tylons Schnauze zurückgekehrt. „Sauber machen!" befahl er barsch und hielt ihr sein schmieriges Drachenglied hin. Tylon hatte mittlerweile ihren Widerstand vollständig aufgegeben und gab sich ihren beiden Peinigern hin. Ja, sie spürte tief in sich, wie sich langsam ein Höhepunkt in ihr aufbaute. Der Greif packte Tylons Kopf und genoss ihre geschickte Zunge, die ihn von seinem Samen und ihren eigenen Rückständen säuberte. In seiner Lust stieß er erneut in das Drachinnenmaul und ein neuer Orgasmus traf ihn bereits nach wenigen Augenblicken wie eine Welle. Er explodierte förmlich in die Drachenschnauze und obwohl Tylon sich bemühte, alles eifrig zu schlucken, rann ein wenig des Greifensamens die Mundwinkel der Drachin herab. Tylon musste sich eingestehen, dass sie den Geschmack von Griffins Samen mochte. Er schmeckte besser als der des männlichen Drachens, leicht nussig. Sie spürte die kraftvollen Stöße Rascalls tief in sich, sein breites, langes Glied weitete sie und sie schwamm in einer Woge aus Lust und Schmerz. Sie leckte gerade die letzten Tropfen Greifensahne von Griffins Glied, als sie Rascalls Liebessäfte in sich verspürte. Dieser schnaubte in seiner Lust, kleine Flämmchen züngelten aus seinen Nüstern, als er sich kraftvoll in sie entlud. Schließlich ließen Rascall und Griffin von ihr ab. Beinahe flehentlich blickte Tylon nun auf zu ihnen. „Ihr habt nun bekommen, was Ihr wolltet. Bitte lasst mich gehen", sagte sie leise. Die beiden Freunde blickten einander an. „Was ist mit Oregana?" fragte Griffin schließlich. „Ich will, dass Du sie in Ruhe lässt. Sie gehört mir, mir allein." Drohend drückte er ihr eine Kralle an die Kehle. Tylon schluckte schwer. „Aber...wie lieben uns doch", sagte sie leise. Griffin lachte höhnisch auf. „Liebe? Was versteht eine Drachenschlampe schon von Liebe? Du hältst Dich jedenfalls von ihr fern, oder ich bring Dich um, verstanden?" Tylon keuchte auf, als Griffin mit seiner scharfen Kralle ihre Kehle ritzte, um seinen Worten Nachdruck zu verleihen. „Ich..ich werde mich von ihr trennen", sagte sie schließlich schwach. „So ist's brav, Mädchen", gurrte der Greif und wandte sich dann an seinen Freund. Er zog Rascall ein wenig beiseite und flüsterte ihm zu. „Dir ist klar, dass wir sie nicht weglassen können? Wenn die das weitererzählt, dann sind wir geliefert. Ich habe aber keine Lust, auf dem Schafott zu landen, Du etwa?" Der graugrüne Drache schüttelte seinen Kopf. „Was sollen wir mit ihr machen?" fragte er. Griffins Augen blitzten boshaft auf. „Kannst Du Dir das nicht denken, mein Freund?" Die Sirenen heulten durch die Nacht, die von hellem Feuerschein erleuchtet war. Ein altes Lagerhaus am Stadtrand stand in Flammen und die eilig herbeigerufene Feuerwehr versuchte verzweifelt, den Brand zu bekämpfen. „So etwas habe ich noch nie erlebt", sagte der Feuerwehrhauptmann, ein grauhaariger Wolf, und schüttelte resigniert seinen Kopf. „Dieses Feuer scheint magisch zu sein, wir können es nicht löschen. Falls irgendjemand in diesem Gebäude war..." Er brach ab und schüttelte seinen Kopf. Niemand hörte in jener Nacht das Schluchzen der Füchsin, die in ihrem Briefkasten einen Abschiedsbrief ihrer Geliebten Tylon gefunden hatte... ENDE.
Chapter 11 by tfamonk	#11 of Return to Decadence Whoo, sorry this took so long, bit of real life getting in the way. - The talks continued, but it dissolved into mostly discussions of technical details, like who could be moved where to do what at which time, and it became easy to tune out. Eventually, Chiboom and Nate	[ "Character Development", "Fantasy", "Human", "Imp", "M/M", "Story Progression", "Story Series" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696588-chapter-11	The talks continued, but it dissolved into mostly discussions of technical details, like who could be moved where to do what at which time, and it became easy to tune out. Eventually, Chiboom and Nate were politely excused and lead by the half-naked butler Imp down the corridors until they reached a room that had beds haphazardly scattered all over, hammocks slung all across the top of the ceiling, and small flat platforms jutting out of the walls. Pillows were strewn about, but there seemed to be few blankets and sheets. The butler Yobal informed them that they could sleep in any bed they wished, and would be served breakfast the following morning before he bowed and flapped away. "So... now what?" Asked Nate, looking to Chiboom for guidance, not quite sure what the etiquette here was. The orc snorted, and pushed some of the small beds together, creating something she could lie upon. "We sleep. Not much else to do kid." She sat on the edge of her creation, and removed some of her armor. Nate was still somewhat confused, and began to look around, "You have any idea where the bathroom might be?" He asked, and was met by a shrug from Chiboom. "Well... thanks for earlier, by the way." Chiboom looked up from her armor, which she had been inspecting. "For what?" "For saving me, from that arrow." Nate looked somewhat uncomfortable, although he was aware that it wouldn't have killed him, it still scared the crap out of him. Chiboom shook her head, "It was nothing, it's my job after all." Nate smirked, not sure how to continue, "Well, thanks for doing your job then." "Keep it down...!" A whiny voice suddenly came from above them, and a sullen light green Imp peered over the edge of the platform. "I've been the Imp-in-the-middle for two whole days and I need my sleep!" Nate raised an eyebrow, "Imp-in-the-middle? Middle of wha-" He stopped as he realized the likely answer, "Oh god damnit, I didn't need that image." Chiboom rolled her eyes before she glanced up, "And you are?" The Imp just grunted in annoyance, glaring at the two of them through bleary eyes. "I am an Imp who's so used up he can't even get hard right now, so what does it take to make you both stop talking and sleep?" "Where's the bathroom?" Nate asked, "I just need to get ready for bed." Chiboom nodded, "What he said, I just want to head to sleep anyway, he's the one keeping me up." The Imp grumbled, but pointed a disinterested claw out one of the doors. "Go that way, keep to your left, fourth door down is a washroom for you big types. Mind the peepholes, but probably no one is watching right now." He slid back out of sight, and they soon heard steady breathing coming from the platform. "The whats?" Nate deadpanned, not exactly excited to hear that he might not be getting the privacy he desired. Chiboom sighed, "Let me go first then, chances are, if there are any Imps watching, they'll leave as soon as they see me, and I'll just threaten to stab any that stay." Nate nodded, and sat down on one of the beds, realizing he would have to do the same as Chiboom had to get something he could sleep on. Chiboom found the room where the grouchy Imp had said it would be, and it swung open on rusty hinges. The inside was clean, but it had the feel of disuse about it, and the water came reluctantly when summoned. It seemed as though it had been a long time since a non-Imp had come to visit. With her heightened senses, that came from being both an orc, and one specialized in the detection of sneak attacks, she easily spotted where the majority of peepholes were, and that they were in fact, mostly abandoned. After washing her face, she approached them, noting that the few that had been there when she entered had already left, likely not interested in females. She could sense, however, that there was still one left, and she leaned against the wall right next to the hole, which was invisible to most, it having a weak conceal spell on it. "So," she said, her words echoing in the empty room, "are you going to leave now, or am I going to have to march next door, and bury my axe in between your eyes?" There was a few seconds of hesitation as the watcher waited to see if she was really serious, and when she made to leave the room with her axe in hand, he made a frightened yelp and fled, leaving the room entirely unwatched and safe for one's modesty. Chiboom returned to the guards barracks several minutes later, now stripped of her armor and in more casual attire, fit for sleeping in. "Alright kid, I cleared it out, and threatened them that if they came back anytime soon I'd eviscerate them. But I suggest you make it quick, just in case." Nate nodded and quickly made his way to the bathroom, noting how spacious it was, despite their otherwise cramped rooms. He soon got a bath going, and, after listening for a few seconds for anyone that might be on the other side of the wall, took off his clothes and hopped in the water. Far away, Zericho sensed that something demanded his attention, but he couldn't imagine what it could be. He was just left with a disappointing sense that he was missing out on something important. After a few minutes of scrubbing away the layer of dirt and sweat that had accumulated over their journey, Nate hopped back out and quickly dried off before slipping back into a new set of clothes. He quickly finished up and made his way back to the barracks, finding that Chiboom had already fallen asleep, and soon lied down upon his own bed as well. --- When Nate awoke the next morning, it was because he found himself growing uncomfortably warm, and had the oddest sensation of being tied up. As his awareness grew, he would realize that there were Imps all around him, hugging him and laying on top of him, all quietly snoring without the slightest hint of respect for his personal space. One was wrapped around his leg, one was draped across his head, one was hugging him from behind, one was cuddling against his chest, and another was embracing his arm. None of them were wearing clothes beyond the skimpiest of garments, and there was no telling if he was being rubbed against someone's junk or not. Nate's eyes were now wide open, and was currently suppressing the desire to yell at the top of his lungs and fling himself from the bed, dislodging his... passengers. He instead, slowly, and shakily, began to pry the imps off of him, trying his best not to think of how they had probably been there for hours. It wasn't the easiest task; they had a killer grip, to the point where he was suspicious that they weren't actually asleep, were it not for the fact that they seemed to automatically cling to one another when he set them down on the beds. After about three minutes of him suppressing his screams, he was able to pry the last one off of his back. He was shaking heavily and sweating profusely; not from exertion, but from the sheer feeling of panic and embarrassment he felt. In a room full of Imps to witness his humiliation, not a single one was ever aware it happened, as the sound of gentle snoring was the closest he came to hearing any kind of mocking laughter. Indeed, there were Imps everywhere in the room, filling up every bed, hammock and platform, most of whom were naked and cuddling with another Imp or two. Chiboom was asleep on her bed, and though Imps were piled on top of her as well, they were draped over her and made no attempt to cling, just using her as a heat source instead. Nate shivered as he looked over the scene, glad that the ones clinging to him had all had at least some form of covering, even if it wasn't much. He quickly decided he had to leave, and grabbed his clothes and made for the bathroom again. After banging against the wall where Chiboom had said contained the peepholes, and convinced that no one was on the other side, he swiftly changed into his normal clothes. When he stepped through the doorway, he nearly walked face first into Yobal's bare crotch. The Imp butler remained impassive as he lowered himself down slightly to be level with Nate. "If you would follow me, sir, I will take you to breakfast." Nate nodded silently, not only embarrassed by the sight of the Imp's flaccid junk, which he quickly averted his eyes from, but also from what had just happened. He followed Yobal, not saying a word. The Imp made no attempt to coax him into conversation, and seemed content to silently lead the way down to the same dining room as the night before. If Nate paid careful attention, he might have noticed that they hadn't returned by the way they had left, confirming Zericho's warnings about the twisting nature of this fortress. At the dining table an array of bread, vegetables and slices of the boar from the night before were laid out in the form of a sandwich bar for him to construct his breakfast as he wished. "If sir requires anything else, please do not hesitate to summon me. I will not leave you unsatisfied." The Imp promised him in a serious tone. Nate nodded silently, not quite sure if that was intended to be a double entendre or not; although chances were fairly high it was. He made his way over to the low table where the various foodstuffs lay, looking over the collection with a shrug, he wasn't very hungry at the moment, so the cold meats, cheeses, vegetables, and breads weren't very appetizing. He made a small sandwich for himself and sat down at the table, noting that there were few people around yet; he must have woken up early. It was several minutes before Zericho finally flew in, yawning and landing unsteadily in his seat. He leaned back with a tired groan and glanced over at Nate. "Hey, kid. How was your night?" He swallowed a bite of his sandwich and shrugged, "Well, I wasn't molested... at least I don't think. So I guess I can count that as a win." The imps that had been sleeping on him didn't seem to have any ill intentions at the time, at the very least. "Good for you! Wish I'd said no to Xiggle joining in with me and the Warden; that bastard got me so mad I spent half the night eating him out. Eh, at least he won't be able to sit for a while." He yawned, and then brightened. "Oh, boar slices! I need to restock my protein." The prince eagerly began building his own sandwhich, which was considerably larger than the one Nate had made for himself. Nate was suddenly very glad that he had already finished the majority of his sandwich, as there was no way he would be able to eat for quite a while with that image in his head. "Zericho, I know this sounds insane, but could you try maybe not talking about the intimate details of your daily encounters when I'm around? It makes me just a little uncomfortable... just a smidge." "What? It's not like I described the noises he made or the way he squirmed while I was doing it." Zericho retorted, his tone one of wounded dignity. Not that it seemed to impact his appetite, though, as he began eating his sandwich with great enthusiasm. Hopefully, it wouldn't remind Nate of what else he'd been enthusiastically eating half the night. Nate buried his head in his hands, "Why me? Seriously, I know I'm not the most upstanding individual in the world, but why did I get stuck with you?" He sighed as he looked at the remains of his sandwich, and pushed the plate away, "So, what are the plans for today?" "You poor guy..." Zericho crooned as soon as he had finished chomping and gulping his sandwich and licking the crumbs off the plate. "Forced to be escorted by the most desired guy in the Impire, given comfortable rooms and lodging half the time, and an armed guard to protect you as you make your way back to your deeply repressed world and the jerks you left behind. You must have really upset the Brothers to earn this purgatory." The instant that he was sure Nate no longer wanted his sandwich, Zericho snatched it up and finished it off before he began constructing another one. "The plan is that we restock and get the idiots I laughingly refer to as 'soldiers' to go with us to the border of Xelto's territory before we see about winning this war. I guess you can go read your book and try not to think about what I'll be doing with like half of the guards here at around noon." Nate seemed to suddenly turn sullen, upon Zericho's flippant dismissal of his complaint, "I...I'm sorry." He had a hurt look on his face as he hung his head, "You're right, I could have it a lot worse..." The prince stopped, and set down his bread to regard Nate with his hands on his hips. He'd been expecting an argument, not for Nate to just turn over like that. Was he really trying to control his anger now? Zericho was reminded of their talk from the day before, and sighed. "...Alright, kid, I'll make you a deal. I'm not going to stop whoring it up, but I will stop talking about it in front of you if you promise to control your temper. Or at least stop swearing all the time. It's bad luck." His tail extended in front of Nate like an offered hand. "Deal?" Nate nodded with a sad smile, and accepted the handshake, "Deal, I'm sorry if I've been getting angry a lot lately, it's just this has all been really stressful for me. Normally I have my parents around to help at the very least, but... now it's just you and Chiboom, and I'd feel kind of like a huge... is chode a curse? A huge chode, going to you guys to whine about my problems, I mean I already did it yesterday." The Imp shrugged. "We all got problems, kid, and not a single one of them is gonna get solved with just one talk. Heck, the others and I had a long talk last night, but freeing the Impire is still gonna be one hell of a chore, and you can bet your a... ankle that I'm gonna keep bitching about it. So go ahead and talk about it if you want to." He began to eat his next sandwich, when something occurred to him that made his shoulders shake with mirth, but he couldn't say it out loud without breaking his deal with Nate, so he forced himself to swallow his laughter along with his sandwich. Although Nate was curious as to what was so funny, he decided to let it slide for now, "Saying ass is fine, just so you know. So... any tips on how to cast my magic, now that you've got a semi clear head? I mean, I've been casting duds the entire last week, so anything that might help would be great." Zericho paused in his feeding frenzy, only just now remembering that Nate had mentioned this, but it had been lost in the general haze of lustful frustration he'd been enduring at the time. "Oh yeah... Sure, I have some time. But you should probably eat some more, you'll be using plenty of energy." He would have mentioned that energy could be shared between beings through sexual congress, but he dismissed it, as it would never apply to Nate's situation. He nodded, and continued slowly picking at his sandwich, finding he had little appetite. "So uhm... are we going to be involved in like... battles and stuff?" Although it had dimly passed through his mind earlier, his encounter yesterday with the arrows had brought this to the forefront of his mind. "Kid, try not to worry. They'll be aiming at me, remember? And Chiboom managed to save you from a dart in mid-flight, so I think she'll do okay at punching any wussy Cubi that attacks us. Just concentrate on keeping us both alive, and we'll all be fine." Zericho was at least slowing down in his frantic eating, and more leisurely picking the crumbs off the table to eat them. "I... okay." He sighed lightly, and continued to nibble at the bread, "Anything I should know, by the way? About where we're heading next or whatever? I mean, I know a lot of it's probably on a need to know basis, but just basic stuff like that is all I really want to know." Well, he wanted to know a lot, but he knew he wouldn't get much, so best to keep his request reasonable. "If that lazy fool is where I want him to be, we're headed to a forest." His expression soured, as though he'd just caught a whiff of something foul. "...A fairy forest." The Imp shuddered at the memory of his last visit to that hated place. "Brace yourself, kid. We're talking dancing with little bells on your shoes, singing that only involves endlessly repeating the word "La!", and adorable little houses built into the trees." He pretended to retch. "It's so saccharine you'll need to eat dirt just to keep yourself from getting sick at the sugary, over-the-top act they try to put on." "Fairies?" Nate was surprised, yet another fantasy creature off the list he supposed. That said, he somewhat sympathized with Zericho, if there was anything that made him want to hurt something, it was listening to children's music. He had a bad experience as a camp counselor once, and he had vowed, never again. "If they're as bad as you say, feel free to be your usual self around them, it might make them shut up."When Zericho glanced over at him, confused at his change in attitude, he shrugged, "I hate kiddy stuff." For once, it seemed the two of them had something to agree on, and Zericho gave him a predatory grin. "Can do. Hells, sometimes the only way to shut them up is by sitting on their face." He sighed and wandered over to sit on the edge of the table by Nate. "It's partly our fault. When the Impire took over, there was a lot of culture shock as half their males decided they liked-" He froze, glanced at Nate, and reconsidered. "-Tails. They liked 'tails' a lot. But a lot of the damn buzzing pests are still in denial, so they go overboard in acting all cutesy and innocent, like no one is gonna notice that the nymphs, dryads, satyrs, pixies and tanuki all want 'tail' as much as any Imp." Nate rolled his eyes, "I can take you saying 'sex', it's just the more..." he blushed, "graphic descriptions, that end up bothering me." He smiled slightly, glancing at Zericho, "So how small are they, anyway? Like, should I watch my step or something? Because back home, there are stories about them, but they range in size in them." "Your super-represssed world got it right, there. Don't worry, though, anything small enough to get stepped on has wings and the brains to not stand underfoot." Zericho flapped his wings to demonstrate. "Their sole redeeming feature is that they have strong magic, so Zyg-Zayg is studying it for the Impire's use. Which is why we're headed there, and how we can potentially kick those damn Cubi's muscular asses out of my Impire." "Sounds... fun? I mean, maybe they can help me with my magic." Although he'd rather start with Zericho; as annoying as he could be, the fairies sounded far worse. "So, should I do anything? Like, I'd like to be helpful in some way, you know?" "Learning how to heal will probably save our lives at some point, so let's focus on that, kid." Zericho said firmly, hopping off the table and flapping his wings to gain altitude. "Did you bring your knife? Oh, and you should probably give it a name, that sometimes helps when you're dealing with magical tools." He fondly recalled his first magical dildo, Lord Pounder, and the many happy nights it had labored to satisfy him. Nate nodded, "It's in my pack, I'll go grab it. Should we meet somewhere else? This isn't exactly the best place to practice I imagine." He looked around, noticing the other imps slowly filtering in. "Good point, we'll head to one of the sparing rooms. I'll have one of them guide you." Zericho jerked his horns at one of the incoming Imps. "See ya soon." "Uh, hi." Nate waved meekly at the imp, who was a dark yellow color, bordering orange almost. "So, I'll go get my stuff, and we'll meet back here?" "No." Zericho grabbed the Imp in question by the tail and yanked him down. "You. Go with him, then lead him to the third sparring room, got it?" The Imp opened his mouth to protest, and Zericho pressed his face against the other male's alarmed features. "No, no arguing. You don't want to be excluded from the fun later, do you? I didn't think so. Go!" The dark yellow Imp was blushing deeply as Zericho gave him a firm spank to send him scuttling towards Nate, and watching him anxiously. Nate looked down at the imp with a slight blush, "So, follow me I guess? Or I follow you? I mean, I think I remember the way back to the barracks." "Barracks? Okay, got it, let's go go go!" The Imp grabbed Nate's sleeve and started tugging him back towards the barracks, eventually pushing Nate into the nearly-empty room. "Hurry up, I have to lead you to the sparring room now!" "Geeze, okay, no need to be so pushy." Nate made his way over to his bag, glad to see it had gone undisturbed, and reached in to dig through it, he eventually found the knife, managing to avoid nicking himself with it. "Okay, let's go now." The Imp looked dubiously at the knife, though he rose into the air and began to lead Nate through the deceptive corridors. He kept glancing back uncertainly, until his curiosity got the better of him and he asked outright. "Are you really going to spar with the Prince?" "What?" Nate was surprised for a second, before he shook his head, "Oh, no, this knife is magic, he's going to help me with spell casting." "Oooooh... 'spell casting'." The Imp smirked. "Lucky you. I can't imagine how it must be to travel with the Prince all the time." Nate's guide sighed deeply, looking dreamily off into the distance. Nate's face took on a very flat look, "Oh yeah, it's a dream come true." He deadpanned, wondering if everyone was just going to assume from now on that he and Zericho were having some kind of escapade on the side. Actually, the rumors were flying thick in the air as the Imps speculated on the role a handsome human would play in the Prince's journey, and the explanations ranged from Nate being a spy from the human lands to some kind of secret weapons against the Incubi. It occurred to absolutely none of the Imps that Nate and Zericho were not having sex, however, and the dark yellow Imp was convinced that Zericho would be bouncing in Nate's lap before the 'spell casting' was over, and would gossip accordingly. "Here we are! Don't let him wear out your wand..." The guide gave Nate a wink as he opened up a side door and revealed a large stone room, in which Zericho was waiting impatiently. As Nate stepped into the room, he looked over at Zericho and sighed, "Yo... you do know that everyone thinks we're having sex right?" Zericho rolled his eyes. "I never told anyone that we were sliding and sinning, so don't start blaming me. And it doesn't bug me that everyone assumes I'm having fun with the hot guy I'm traveling with, so I'm not in a hurry to convince them that we aren't. Does it bother you that much?" "Hot guy?" He shook his head, focusing on the task at hand, "And no, it's just really annoying I guess, people assuming things like that. Let's get to training I guess?" He pulled out the knife, holding it how the book had taught him. "Alright, show me what you can do, and I'll try and figure out what you're doing wrong. Try to cast a spell on me." Zericho spread his arms wide and raised his eyebrows at Nate. "Okay, let's see if I remember this correctly." Nate swung his arm back, then flicked it forward, smoothly as possible, the knife glowing for a moment before sputtering out a few sparks. "And that's what's been happening." Zericho flinched, holding his hands over his ears as he grimaced at the knife. "Oh, that sounds awful...!" He poked a finger into his ear and wiggled it around before shaking his head. "You just shot off a spell that sounded like you tossed an instrument down a flight of stairs and you didn't even react." He frowned now, rubbing his chin and pondering, then snapped his fingers. "I got it! Okay, Nate, when you cast a spell, how do you sense the magic? Do you get a weird tingly feeling, do you hear a funny noise, do you see something bright, do you smell something weird, what?" Nate was confused, "Um, my hand tingles a little bit, but I'm pretty sure that's the knife heating up because there's energy going through it. Otherwise... no." He wondered if maybe that first spell was some sort of fluke, that maybe his immunity to magic meant he couldn't cast it either. "Why, what should I be sensing?" "Basically, your body and soul work together to cast magic. It gets more complicated than that, but that's the bottom line. Here..." Zericho approached Nate and offered his hand. "If you felt a tingly feeling, you might sense things like my dad does, which would actually be pretty good. Gimmie your hand, and I'll show you how it should feel." He cautiously reached out, and took Zericho's hand, it felt a little leathery, yet smooth. "Okay, um... now what?" "Okay, your magic has felt like this..." Zericho's eyes glowed, and Nate felt the familiar tingle. "But you need it to feel like this..." This time, the tingle was more pleasant, like a tickle, or the sensation of someone's hands moving through his hair. "You just gotta adjust the magic to make it feel like that. We'll do it together." Nate smiled nervously and nodded, "Okay, but... how? I barely know how to do it in the first place. I'll need some advice on how to adjust it." The Imp frowned in thought. To an Imp, magic was second-nature, as simple as flapping your wings or swinging your hips. He tried to phrase it in a way that a magic-resistant human would understand, and pressed the tip of his finger against the middle of Nate's chest. "Okay, like this... concentrate on your heart, and how it feels when its beating, and how your magic feels. Try to pretend that the tingly feeling is moving from your heart..." He gently traced the tip of his finger from Nate's chest to his shoulder, and then slowly down his arm. "And try to focus on it becoming the better tingle, and then cast the spell. Understand?" Nate blushed as Zericho traced a finger across his body, but nodded none the less. "Okay, I'll try." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath through his nose, and concentrated on the center of his chest, trying to feel his heart beat. As he focused, he could imagine the tingling sensation, it felt strangely comforting, and felt it spread, moving from his chest to his shoulder, and then down his arm, and finally reaching his fingers. He slowly flicked his hand, and felt the tingle leave, opening his eyes to see the knife aglow. "Whoa." Zericho laughed in delight, beaming proudly at the knife. "I knew you could do it, kid! Now, you feel up for testing it out?" Not waiting for a response, Zericho flew backwards and raised his hand to his mouth before biting down on it until the blood began to flow. "Zericho!" He exclaimed, annoyed at him, "Damnit, you better hope this works you idiot!" He flicked his hand again, aiming at the imp, and watched as what appeared to be a small orb flew out and hit him, causing him to glow for a moment. He looked at Zericho's hand, but was unable to see if it had worked, the blood that already leaked out obscuring the bite area. "Well, how does it feel?" "Uh..." Zericho began, holding his hand away from him at arm's length. "I think your magic overcompensated again..." The blood that had been obscuring the wound had stopped dripping down, and as they watched, it began to reverse direction, flowing back into the indentations that resealed themselves without a mark. But that wasn't what had made Zericho nervous, as Nate's attention was drawn to the Imp's claws, which were growing longer and longer as the prince spread his fingers to avoid impaling himself. Dismayed, Zericho saw that the claws on his other hand and his feet were growing as well, but at a slower rate, and he could feel his hair starting to stretching lower and lower on his back. "...Well, technically it worked..." Nate blushed brightly in embarrassment, "Um... maybe we should stop for today, before I give you cancer or something." This type of accelerated growth definitely wasn't good, and he didn't want to know what would happen if he tried to reverse it. "Do you know how to reverse that? Or should I just get like some nail clippers and a pair of scissors?" "Nah, they'll stop on their own and then I'll chop 'em off." Zericho said nonchalantly, trying not to discourage Nate on his first real solo success. "At least we know the first time wasn't a fluke. You're gonna be great once we figure out how to fine tune your power, so you aren't making Chiboom bust out of her armor or something." "Please don't put that image in my head, I've seen enough in the past few weeks to traumatize me." He smirked, watching as the growth slowed to a stop, "Besides, if that did happen she'd probably bash my head in." "Nah, she likes you. She's immune to my charms, for whatever reason." Zericho was secretly relieved that his claws were no longer growing, as he had no idea how potent Nate's spell might had been. "It might go the other way, and you'll turn her into a child or something. Healing magic goes in weird directions sometimes." "Gee, I wonder why." Nate snarked at the imp, knowing perfectly well why his 'charms' had no effect on her. "And that sounds like it could be just as dangerous, especially if it turns out Chiboom was less in control of herself back then." Something told him that a 10 year old Chiboom could still beat the shit out of him. "Agreed. But yeah, let's take a break for now. Is that offer to get me some scissors still on the table?" Zericho hoped that he could fix this without any of the other Imps finding out about it. Nate smiled, "Yeah, sure, wait here, I'll be back." --- Idly scratching himself with his newly shorn claws, Zericho hoped there wouldn't be any side-effects to the spell. He'd burned the hair and nail clippings to ensure that no one could use them for sympathetic magic, but he wasn't sure if his body would have any lingering symptoms from the growth and loss. As they walked back towards the barracks, he decided to put it out of his mind for the moment, and flew closer to Nate to nudge him with a sly grin. "Not bad at all, kid. Once we fine-tune it, your magic is gonna be the envy of the Impire. Oh, speaking of magic, gimmie your Charm, lemme charge it while I'm still thinking about it." He held out his hand for the glowing bracelet on Nate's wrist. Nate held his wrist out, smiling slightly, "Thanks, it's nice to know I'll be somewhat useful on this trip." He was glad that he had been given a little instruction at least, maybe he could save someone's life or something like that with these powers and his medical knowledge. "So, what next? I mean, how long until we have to head out?" "It's gonna be at least a few hours, so feel free to try and figure out that spell while I'm busy. Remember, it goes something like this..." Zericho turned his back to Nate and trailed the tip of his tail up along Nate's spine, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake. "Got it? Now lets get you back to Chiboom and you two can... do whatever it is people do when they want to pass time but don't want to have sex for whatever reason." Judging from his smirk, he fully understood how his action could be interpreted. Nate followed, rolling his eyes at Zericho's comment, "A) Don't do that thing with your tail it's... weird." He shuddered a little at the remaining tingling, "B) There are things in this world besides sex. Like reading, don't you ever read?" Back home, he would have said TV or video games, but something told him those weren't a thing here. "Sure I read. There is plenty of erotic books back at the castle. I'll show you my collection if you like." He teased him, but didn't press the issue. Not having Nate yell at him was a nice change, and he wasn't in a hurry to break their truce. "I doubt there are any books that aren't about guys and their games around here, though, so I hope you and Chiboom have become dynamite conversationalists in the past ten hours, otherwise you're gonna be really bored." "Even if not, I've got my thoughts, those are usually enough." He smiled sadly, not mentioning that they were usually all he had back home, being relatively friendless. "And before you go there, because you will, no they aren't thoughts about sex." "I don't know how you live like this." Zericho confided in tones of mock-seriousness. "Anyway, here we are!" He bowed with a flourish to the door that lead to the barracks, where Chiboom was sitting on one of the many small beds. "Comfy? Cozy? Good! I'm off to motivate the troops!" Nate rolled his eyes as Zericho made his way off, flapping his wings, "Good luck, just don't talk to me about how you did it." He made his way over to Chiboom, who had been inspecting her weapon. "Weren't you doing that just last night?" He asked, curious if she had some sort of obsession. She nodded, "I did, but I went to their training rooms, tested it out, I'm checking to see that everything is still good. Nothing sliding out of place, no frays, all that." She looked up from her inspection, raising a brow, "And you? How'd your lesson go? He didn't try anything, did he?" Nate shook his head, "No, he actually helped a lot, even if he was still annoying." Of course, that was so expected that Nate might has well have not said it. "I think I might be able to help at this rate in maybe a week or two, so that will be a nice change." Chiboom shrugged, "That's not your job kid, so don't worry too much about it. In the mean time, I suggest you make sure that you have everything packed up, we'll be going in a few hours, and I doubt you want to leave anything behind." After about an hour of relative peace, a wet and naked blue Imp flapped in clumsily, bumping into the door frame and the wall with exaggerated reactions. He attempted to fly up to one of the platforms, but flew right against the bottom of the shelf instead, and tumbled down to land with a bounce on one of the beds. He weakly rose and looked around blearily. "Iz thiz the barracks...?" He slurred at the two of them. Nate had averted his eyes the second he realized the Imp was naked. Unlike Chiboom, who glanced at the newcomer before rolling her eyes, more than used to this sort of shenanigans, he still had no desire to see dicks on this adventure. "Yes, it is," she sighed. That seemed to satisfy him, and he wiggled his hips as he got comfortable on the bed, then he paused and looked up at them both. "You are... the Prince's consorts...?" He didn't wait for an answer, he just smiled dreamily. "You are lucky..." With a happy sigh, his head hit the pillow and began to snore... and then started to hump the bed in his sleep. Chiboom snorted at that, "The day I'm anyone's consort, let alone his, is the day I slit my throat." She went back to her weapon inspection, ignoring the muffled sound of humping. Nate meanwhile, looked at the humping Imp for a moment before sighing, rubbing his temples as he readied his bag for the trip in a few hours, "Everyone's going to assume that, aren't they?" Chiboom nodded and he frowned, "Great." He pushed two together, and lied down upon the beds, "Well, I'm going to take a nap before we go, might as well." Chiboom only shrugged, and Nate slowly closed his eyes and tried to ignore the noises.
The Chance To Explore: Part 5 Committed (reupload) by WanderLust	(I've gotten a message saying that this chapter has disappeared so I'm putting it back up just in case.) _Chapter 5: Committed_ _If one were to disregard bad dreams, illnesses, hangovers, and one annoyingly happy puppy you could expect Jaden Quinn to wake up nearly every morning in a state of	[ "Anal", "Cum", "Diapers", "Gay", "Horse", "Human", "Otter", "Sci-Fi" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249173-the-chance-to-explore-part-5-committed-reupload	(I've gotten a message saying that this chapter has disappeared so I'm putting it back up just in case.) Chapter 5: Committed If one were to disregard bad dreams, illnesses, hangovers, and one annoyingly happy puppy you could expect Jaden Quinn to wake up nearly every morning in a state of complete calm. He didn't moan and bury his head under a pillow. Nor did he jump out of his bed and plant his fist into an offending alarm clock. Nope, every morning he would naturally draw in a deep breath, open his eyes and sleep would peacefully melt away. This morning, however, was different. Jaden awoke feeling as if something was out of place. The muscles in his face were pulled down into a frown, his pulse was beating faster than normal, and his body still felt tired. Lifting his head from his pillow, Jaden opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room, taking none of it in. What was wrong? Was he late from something? He up his head back down and tried to get comfortable. Maybe then he'd figure out what was bothering him. It took the human a minute to realize that his "pillow" was breathing...and had a heartbeat. Suddenly it came to him. He wasn't sleeping on a bed, he was sleeping on someone. Looking up he came face to face with a pair of nostrils and beyond that, a dark set of eyes staring back at him. "Oh. Oooooooohhhh." Jaden said as memories of the past night washed over him. "Good morning" Lieutenant Commander Breyson said. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah...I mean yes I did, sir." The big horse smiled. "I think, given our actions last night, you may call me Breyson when we are off duty. Or 'Brey' if you like. You kept moaning that in your sleep." Jaden blushed so hard, he was sure his entire body was red. "Your skin has changed color. Have I embarrassed you?" Breyson guessed correctly. "Are you ashamed of what we did?" "No!" Jaden replied honestly. "I liked it....a lot." His body went even redder. The dark stallion relax and wrapped his furry arms around the human. "Good. I did as well. It was been some time since I've shared my bed with another; just before we reached Earth in fact. I was beginning to get....frustrated." "Yeah. It's been awhile for me too." Answered Jaden rolling off the stallion. "I should get going before Lieutenant Corri-whoa!" The instant the human had risen to his full height, his heart started pounding in his ears. So much so that he fell back into Breyson's waiting hands. "Oh hells." The human cursed as he sat back down. "I'm never drinking again." The other male snorted in amusement. "Yes, the head cook's home-brew can make one wish to swear off intoxicants for a time. Just keep your head down and it will pass." He rubbed the poor human's back for a few minutes. "Feel better?" Jaden didn't answer. He was too busy looking at his crotch or rather, at what was covering his crotch. He stood up and this time managed to stay on his feet. It looked like he had on a pair of white briefs; only it was thicker and padded. ":Lieut- Breyson, what am I wearing?" The horse cocked his head, confused. "I told you last night, do you not remember? It's an absorbing fabric we wrap around our offspring during the period when they haven't been trained to relieve themselves in a toilet." The human took a step back. "Are you telling me that this is a...a...diaper?" Again the stallion cocked his head, only this time it looked like he was listening to something. Obviously his nano-translators were hard at work explaining what the unfamiliar word meant. He eventually looked back at the young man and said, "Yes." Jaden paled. \ \_*Great, I'm the first human to have sex with an alien and I ended up doing it with a pervert.\_\_ \* "Why am I waring one?!" He demanded angrily.\_ Breyson blinked at the aggressive tone. "As I said last night, it will prevent you from staining the bed and your uniform when you start leaking my \<Unable to Translate\> The nano translators' automated voice was so loud inside Jaden's head that he instinctively covered his ears. This caused both of them to stop talking; they knew what had happened. Breyson had said a word that the nanites hadn't been programmed with. And Jaden now had two choices. One he could have the horse repeat the whole sentence until the blasted little machines adapted and did whatever they did to add the new term to their vocabulary. However, this didn't always work. Three days ago the ships first officer, Commander Sapphira, had been leading her weekly cardio class in the Majestic's recreation hall when she said something 'untranslatable.' At the end of class, the sleek Awrooook'Ta (dragon; yes everyone on Earth was shocked to find out that dragons were real too) told everyone to get to the showers and wash their asses. At least she meant asses. The nanos, after hearing her say it 3 times, chose the word donkeys instead. This latest incident, if nothing else, confirmed Jaden's suspicions that whoever assisted the An'Mas with programing the English language into the translators, only provided the PG rated version. His second choice only applied if he knew the correct word. All he had to do was repeat the sentence with the new word included and that would be the end of it. And, oh boy, was he pretty sure he knew the word. "Cum" he said. "It will prevent you from staining the bed and your uniform when you start leaking my cum." Jaden smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead and sat back down. "There has to be a better way than this." "If we were planetside then yes of course there is.." Breyson answered him. "You could bathe in a pool or a maneuverable shower and cleanse yourself of most it. Sadly, neither facility exists on board the Majestic Explorer." He then literally picked the human up and settled him into his lap. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, many who work in space and have larger lovers wear them from time to time. On this very ship no doubt." Jaden had been considering simply never letting the equine near his rear again, until... "Lovers?" "Of course. Did you believe that this was only going to last one night? I never take anyone to my bed without the possibility of there being something more. You do wish to see where this is going, don't you? The young man took a minute to consider. Last night had been amazing and being held in the big males arms made him want to remain there forever. But what if someone found out? If Walter Jefferies ever found out, he'd feel that it was his moral duty to report it back to Earth in the next broadcast. And considering how easily things leaked to the press these days...Jaden could already see the headlines. \_ Human in Twisted Gay Sex Relationship with Alien Horse! Bestiality or Not? You decide \_ "I'm just worried. If anyone discovers what we're doing..." he said, voicing his concerns. But he was silenced with a kiss. "The vast majority of the crew wouldn't care. As for your follow Earthers," Breyson took a moment to consider his words. "I do not understand the human compulsion to become involved with things that harm no one and have nothing to do with them. We can keep this a secret as long as you wish but in the end you must learn not to allow the whims of others to influence how you go through your life." Jaden looked away and then back again, smiling. "So, how long do I have to wear this thing?" The horse laughed an almost whiny kind of laugh. "I shall check." And with that, pushed a hand down the back of the padded briefs and rubbed two fingers against the human's hole. The smaller male gasped and thrust his hips backwards. Not only was he extremely sensitive but now that someone was touching him, he could feel something warm running down the crack of his ass. Breyson pulled his hand free and rubbed his index and middle fingers with his thumb. Jaden could see some milky liquid coating them. "Not much longer; maybe an hour. But since we hare both free from duty today, we could always pick up where we left off last night." Jaden was tempted but pulled away. "I need to get back to my own quarters. Corri will probably want to know where I-hey!" The young man nearly tripped and fell over a large bag resting near where his uniform lay. His bag. "Hey, this is mine. What's it doing here?" "I heard that you and your roommate where having difficulty adjusting to each others presence. So I used my position as second in command to move you here." The stallion squeezed his love's aroused cock through the padded material. "Sadly my own bed is too large to allow for another one, we will have to share. It will be a tight fit but I think we can manage." Jaden felt himself go weak kneed. "Since I have no where else to be, get me outta this thing." The stallion placed his palms on either of his hips, the fabric split and the "diaper" dropped to the floor. 2 days later "I am so sorry." Jaden said to Breyson as the stallion began slowly lowering him onto his stiff cock. "Uh!" The horse groaned as his head popped into the warm, prepared ass. "I am not the one you should apologize to...But I believe the medics..so tight...will be able to regrow Chef Miri's facial fur soon enough. And...only 3 people developed food poisoning." Jaden had to bite his lips to keep from crying out as another inch entered him. "I...told them that I couldn't cook the moment they tried downloading culinary skills into my head." "Now they believe you....please, Jaden, can we now focus on making lover now?" No sooner had the words leaped from his mouth that the door chime sounded. The pair froze. Jaden was now fully impaled and Breyson gripped his thighs about ready to help his lover ride him. "Don't worry." He said. "I engaged the privacy setting. Whoever it is will come back later...but feel free to tighten your muscles again." \<Emergency Medical Override Engaged. Admittance Granted\> The large stallion had just enough time to mutter an 'Uh-oh' before the door slid open revealing a very angry otter. "I knew it! I knew it!" Dr. Sen yelled marching into the room. "The minute I learned Mr. Quinn had changed quarters, I knew something was going on. You! Get off of him!" Jaden had been trying to do just that, but having a horse's dick inside of him made it difficult and he kept sliding on the loose bedding. He'd rise a few inches, slip and fall back down; effectively fucking himself on the oversized cock. And Breyson, enjoying the stimulation, provided no help at all. Eventually, whether due to the doctors shouting or Jaden's fingers digging into his back, he took hold of the human and held him still. "Doctor perhaps you should give us a few minutes alo-" "Not a chance. I know you too well, you big \<Unable to translate\>. I leave and you'll just finish what you started!" Jaden didn't know which was more humiliating. The fact that the old doctor watched as he finally managed to withdraw the 17 inch pole from his ass. Or that when the long horse flesh completely emerged, it made a rather audible sound when it hit the bed. "I'm very disappointed in you, Commander." Sen commented, looking at the equines penis instead of his face. Medical code 127-A clearly states that an exam must be done before mating with a new species. Do you want another incident like what happened to Ensign Cho'wey?" "Who's Ensign Cho'wey?" whispered Jaden as the otter continued to rant. "An Ookamari helm officer." Brey whispered back. "Mated with a male Awrooook'Ta. It wasn't until later that we learned that because of their very low birthrates, Awrooook'Ta males were given the ability to impregnate nearly any living being." "Imagine my surgical teams surprise when a growth they were going to remove from the ensign turned out to have wings and a tail." The doctor added finishing the story. "Now both of you get dressed. We're going down to medical for a full examination." Jaden nearly flew to his feet. "Uh, can't you do it here?" The doctor regarded him suspiciously. "I could but why would I want to?" It was the second officer who answered. "My young companion would like to keep our relationship secret for now. He believes the other Earthers would not understand. Surely you understand the value of a secret. I believe I helped you cover up that little trouble you got into on Peyllana..." "Alright, alright." Said the otter quickly. He pressed his wrist and the spoke into it. Medbay...,I'm going off-com for an hour, try not to let anyone die." He went over to the naked human and began pulling equipment out of a small bag. "You're just lucky I brought a portable med-pack." Jaden just sat there as the doctor waved a small device, focusing mostly on his stomach. "Congratulations or condolences...you are not pregnant." He nearly snorted but after seeing the serious looks on the rooms other two occupants, Jaden suddenly didn't find it funny anymore. The elder male asked him some questions and waved several more devices over him. Then he had some blood and saliva taken before the otter turned back to the small pack and pulled out a thin vial and what looked like long, thin wand. "One last sample, here 'nurse'" he said handing the vial to Breyson. "you can collect what comes out. Crewmen Quinn, if you'll get on your hands and knees." It wasn't until he got into position and felt a small furry hand spread his buttocks. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Don't worry. After what you just had up there, you probably won't even feel this." And with that the doctor pushed the small wand into the loosened pucker. Jaden was about to protest when a shot of electricity shot through him. "Aaaahhh!" he shouted and began to jerk as cum surged out of his dick and into the vial Breyson had been holding against the head. He bucked wildly trying to thrust into a non-existent partner as his prostate was being worked over by the wand. "Oh gawd, oh god!" The device was removed and the human just crashed, exhausted. He turned over and saw his stallion handing the little bottle to the doctor. "Wha-what was-" "Rest there while I examine the Lieutenant Commander and then you can assist." Doctor Sen said repeating what he had done to the human. Not long after that, he ordered Brey onto all fours. The large male didn't wait for Jaden to move, he simply knelt over him and smiled. "Here use this." Said the medical otter, handing Jaden a much larger vial. "You're going to need it." And with that stepped behind the horse. Jaden took Brey's limp, unsheathed cock into his hand and waited. But both he and his lover turned to look at the doctor when they heard a large slapping noise. "Doctor, what are you planning to do? Where is that device you used on Jaden?" Breyson asked when he saw the otter rolling a long glove up his arm. "That's for small males, it wouldn't do anything to your freakishly large body. I do have one that will work on you," he smiled evilly. "But it's in the medbay. I'm afraid we'll be doing this the old fashioned way. Oh look, you have lube I need right here." The stallion turned back to Jaden with a 'you'd better be really grateful for this' look on his face. The human could only smile apologetically and shrug. \_As the arm entered his meaty ass, Breyson began breathing hard, the warm air washing over Jaden's face. While he had been mounted in the past, having a whole arm inside of him was something different all together. He could feel nimble fingers purposely seeking out his prostate and lightly dancing over it when found. \_ The good doctor tried to remain professional but being so close to a huge beautiful rump made it difficult. He made several thrusting movements, pretending that he was just as endowed as the second officer. The human began jerking the beautiful member in his hands; starting at the thick base and moved to the ever expanding head. Already clear fluid was flowing out, pooling at the bottom of the bottle and Jaden slid his free hand down the shaft to where the free hanging balls lay. He massaged them, noticing that they were starting to pull up toward the stallion's body. "Stand ready, Mr. Quinn." Almost immediately the stallion screamed and released. The first blast of creamy cum hit Jaden in the chest but the rest made it into the phial; he was so tempted to toss it aside and place his mouth over the cock. Something he had not done yet. "There." Said the doctor. "That wasn't so bad, was i-Stop kissing at once!" 5 minutes later The door to Breyson and Jaden's quarters opened and the small otter stepped out. "It will be a few days before I have the results. Until then, if I get one whiff of you guys doing anything!...I'll put the both of you into comas." The door shut and the two lovers were once again alone. Jaden turned and curled up against the horse and looked into his dark eyes. "Know any good stories?" Just to let you know I'm not turning this into some crazy diaper story or anything. I asked people to give me ideas, I like challenges and this was the only way I could think of getting something else into the story. It's nothing gross, at least I don't think so. Quick question, what did you guys think of Dr. Sen? I've been trying to model him after Dr. McCoy from Star Trek. Did I get it close? Anyway I hope you like the update and if you find a mistake let me know. Take care.
The Three Thousand Heroes by Darryl the Lightfur	This is but one of the many legends spoken of by the wolves in the Kandai region: The wolves of Kandai knew that their town was doomed to be destroyed. A large invading army had been sighted in the villages to the west, destroying everything in their path, ransacking towns, the Kuro-okami (the Black	[ "Feudal Japan", "Military", "Short", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97653-the-three-thousand-heroes	This is but one of the many legends spoken of by the wolves in the Kandai region: The wolves of Kandai knew that their town was doomed to be destroyed. A large invading army had been sighted in the villages to the west, destroying everything in their path, ransacking towns, the Kuro-okami (the Black Wolves) were coming. The feared Kuro-Okami who left nothing in their wake and took no prisoners, ruthless warriors who emerged from the battles with the blood on their disgusting muzzles and would not think twice of killing even the youngest cub would make an example of Kandai for sure as they took over Japan. The citizens of Kandai, wolves of a much lighter complexion than their would-be assailants had no way of defeating these intruders. Decades ago, a peace treaty was signed by the wolves of Kandai never to take up arms again, as they sought to be a city of intellectual development and farming. The standing army was disbanded and made to work in more peaceful professions such as police work, teaching and farming, the use of force completely disregarded as an effective tool. But now, with an invading army so close to the city walls, it was obvious that a change to these rules would be necessary, "We need to abolish the peace treaty. That is the only way to defeat these incoming warriors and save our way of life," the citizens would say to the chief and his Council of Twelve, a selected group of advisors and elders. But the chief had a plan, an ingenious plan that would prove to be the salvation of the city and the surrounding countryside, that would satisfy every condition of the treaty and repel the invading dark-furred wolves. Ashitaka was the chief's name, a descendant from a long line of brave warrior-kings and sages who gave the citizens of Kandai a national identity and their own literature. And much like his ancestors Ashitaka was very much in tune with nature, perking his ears to hear the wordless voices that spoke to him alone. The spirit of the kami and his ancestors communicated through him and though he was very young, he was the wisest wolf in the land. His reasoning was invariably correct, exact, and final- a natural-born leader who could weather any storm, no matter how large. "You say that we are doomed and that a large army has come. But we have made preparations," the wolf said to the Council of Twelve gathered inside his palace. "I am fully aware of the peace treaty our nation signed. And I know that there is a movement to break it. But if we break it, then we are as villainous as the invaders for our dishonesty. But through my research, I have discovered a way for certain members of this kingdom to fight, in spite of the contract. Though what we signed is legally binding, it was signed twenty-five years ago." Members of the Council of Twelve raised objections. "What is the significance of twenty-five years?" one said, obviously wanting to know. "The treaty applies only to those alive when it was signed. Your children were not alive to agree to it thus it has no binding on them. They are free to fight as they choose and many have indeed taken up the path of the warrior long since abandoned. Your love of peace is admirable but protection is a necessity. And I will be the general for this young army." No one had ever thought of this before- the wolf had come up with a solution that allowed for the country to raise an army without violating its own decrees. The entire Council was amazed at the incredible wisdom of such a solution. For years, their children had, under their very muzzles been practicing the same forbidden art which would now be their only hope of victory. "But we can't raise an army in a few days and teach them the art of war," another Councilor said. "Do not worry! I have trained them for three years in the scrolls of war. I have seen the works of these young wolves and I can tell you that no army shall prevail against them. They have shown courage and valor in delivering food to the poorest villages over the mountains, in apprehending thieves and bandits. Your cubs are strong and never cease in doing what is right for the country, and they will take the weapons of war to defend their land." As dangerous as it sounds, no one would even think of questioning the wisdom of Ashitaka the wolf. As a matter of fact, the youth of Kandai ranging in age from 18 to 25 were whom the chief deemed ready to fight, after a rigorous training program, regarded him as a father figure for teaching them the art of war. They were extremely proficient in whatever mission they were called, be it policing the outlying villages, capturing lawbreakers, or helping the poor. They trusted their leader to the point of being called the "Sons of Ashitaka" and they numbered exactly 3,000. These young wolves knew that there would be a large battle upcoming, a battle which would determine the fates of their parents and so they would fight with desperation and strength, as though they were cornered beasts. When the Kuro-Okami were sighted, Ashitaka's Sons marched out of the city to meet the invaders, peerless archers and excellent students of the blade, hardened by years of missions and practice. Ashitaka knew that a defeat would mean not only death but disgrace for him and yet the wolf remained calm in the times reaching to this battle, as he sat on the hill overlooking the village. When at last the time came for the two opposing armies to clash, something strange and marvelous occurred. The Kuro-Okami were being absolutely destroyed by Ashitaka's Sons- the archers with their accurate aim cut down the advancing invaders and the swordsmen outdueled their counterparts easily. The battle which was supposed to be the end of Kandai was an absolute joke as the discipline and professionalism of this young army was too much for the invading Black Wolves, who used conscripted slaves to build their army. The invaders retreated and in what was the greatest surprise of all, not a single one of Ashitaka's Sons were killed or even severely injured. And thus the wolves of Kandai were able to protect their territory while retaining their honesty. And though centuries have passed in the Kandai region, many male cubs are named "Ashitaka", service organizations dedicated to this hero are everywhere and his great actions have stirred the hearts and minds of the poets, so that this story is immortalized in story and song. The actions of the Three Thousand Heroes continue to resonate in the minds of the cubs of Kandai and people of all ages look to these nameless heroes as role models in this region of Japan.
Spike, The Possessed Emu: Story 2 Part 1 by vampish malkin	Spike felt the anger of the ghost inside him start to overflow. "What do you mean you won't marry me?" he yelled at Selene. "What have I done to make you think I'm not worthy?" "You just haven't accomplished anything yet in your life, Spike. That, and you're possessed by an evil spirit." Spike stood	[ "Fantasy", "Mild Romance", "No-Yiff", "Sci-Fi", "Story Series", "Various Species" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51549-spike-the-possessed-emu-story-2-part-1	Spike felt the anger of the ghost inside him start to overflow. "What do you mean you won't marry me?" he yelled at Selene. "What have I done to make you think I'm not worthy?" "You just haven't accomplished anything yet in your life, Spike. That, and you're possessed by an evil spirit." Spike stood up, almost knocking the table and their dinner over. Did she not know there was nothing he could do to get rid of the spirit? Did she not love him for what he was and not what he'd done? He was sick of this. The same thing every time. Spike couldn't stand it any longer. He walked out of the restaurant and left Selene there to pay the bill. "The consequences of falling in love with an emu that's possessed by an evil spirit" she said to herself as she took out her wallet. Now if you're just joining us, you probably don't know what is happening. If you have read the first story, and already know about it, you can just skip this paragraph. Our main character, Spike, is a twenty-something emu who is hell-bent on world domination and just happens to be possessed by an evil spirit. Spike wants to marry his girlfriend, Selene, a beautiful young emu, who won't marry him yet for reasons we discovered in the last paragraph. Then we have Spike's best friend, Dax, a moose who is, well, to put it nicely, not the brightest Crayon in the box. We love him anyways though. There's the rest of their motorcycle gang, Hell's Emus, but we'll meet them later. Last, but not least, we have the Devil Duckie, the evil, unholy ruler of Hell who just happens to have his eye on Selene. I think that's all the introduction we need for now, so let's get back to the story and see what's happening in the lives of our friends. Spike went home and put on a couple of death metal CD's to listen to. He always found that screaming along with Arch Emu or Morbid Angelfish made him feel much better. He was about to go get himself a beer and one of those microwave burritos that always taste the same no matter what flavor, when it started raining pieces of drywall and plaster. "What the hell?" said Spike, "My music's not up that loud..." when suddenly a thousand pound moose fell on his head. When Spike came to and opened his eyes, he was staring up at a huge hole in his ceiling. "Damn it, Dax!" Spike said as he was getting up, "That's the third time this week!" "I'll pay for it," replied Dax (Dax inherited the internet and has an infinite supply of money). "Let's go for a drive. I just got my Porsche back from the mechanics! We could go by The Whiskey and see who's playing tonight." "Alright Dax, let's go," said a defeated Spike, "Maybe it'll help me get my mind off Selene." So Spike and Dax left Spike's house and got into Dax's car. Selene had just gotten home, and was planning on taking a nice, long, hot bubble bath when the doorbell rang. "Ah damn," she said as she walked to answer the door. She looked through the peephole, and saw Spike standing on her doorstep. "What the hell..." she murmured under her breath as she unlocked and opened her front door. "Spike," she said, "what are you doing here?" "Selene!" he replied, "I finally did it! I got rid of the spirit! I'm free! And my plan for world domination! I've perfected it!" "Wow..." said an amazed Selene, "How did you..." But she was cut off by Spike getting down on one knee, and pulling out a box with a beautiful white gold ring adorned with opals, rubies and diamonds. "Spike, I...I don't know what to say," she said. "Just say yes," said Spike. Selene laughed. "I will as long as you never try to be romantic again. You're no good at it." He smiled at her, and stood up to kiss her. Selene smiled back, but couldn't help thinking that something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. "Dax!! Slow down!" screamed Spike, "I really don't feel like dying right now!" "Chill out, Spike. I'm only doing ninety-four. I always drive this fast on Fridays." "Ok Dax. I trust you... I think." Dax and Spike continued to fly down the freeway at a steady ninety-four miles per hour. "Hey Spike?" "Yeah, Dax." "You're wearing a seatbelt, right?" After Spike had left her apartment, Selene finally got to take that bubble bath she wanted to. She took a sip of her coffee, closed her eyes, and thought about what had just happened. What was wrong about Spike? What was different about him? Something was very wrong. Selene opened her eyes, and looked at her engagement ring that Spike had given her. The rubies and diamonds threw glowing embers of light on the walls. It was a beautiful ring. It must have cost a ton of money. Where the hell did he get the money to buy this from? Selene picked up her phone and dialed in Spike's cell number. Spike's cell phone started to ring. "Dax! Turn down your music! I gotta answer this call!" Dax turned his stereo off, and Spike's ears rang for a second in the sudden silence. Spike took out his phone and answered it. He sat there for several minutes listening to Selene's voice through the phone, with a look of horror on his face. "Oh shit," he said, turning to Dax, "we gotta get back to Selene. Now." Selene had just finished getting dressed and drying her hair. She checked the clock. 11:19. "The guys should be here soon," she said to herself. She opened her bathroom door and saw someone standing right outside and screamed. "Selene! It's me, Spike!" said the figure. He stepped into the light coming from the bathroom so she could see him. "Thank God you're here!" exclaimed Selene. "I've been so scared." She went up to him and hugged him. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's ok, I'm here. We're gonna figure everything out. Now let's get going. Dax is waiting outside." "Ok," she said, "let me just go get my shoes." Selene was in her room putting on her shoes when she heard a car door slam just outside. She looked out the window and saw Dax and Spike getting out of Dax's car. Before she had time to react, someone hit her on the head. She saw little stars floating around, and then everything went black. Spike rang her doorbell for the second time, and still no one answered. "Dammit, Selene!" Spike shouted, the evil spirit inside him starting to take over. It almost forced him to break down the door, until Spike regained control of his body and took out the key that he had to her apartment. He unlocked and opened the door, and the two walked into the dark living room. "Selene!" called Spike. "Selene, are you here?" "Selene?" said Dax, looking into the fridge. "Dax, why would Selene be in the refrigerator?" asked Spike. "You never know, Spike, you never know." Spike punched Dax in the back of the head. "Ouch! What was that for?" "You're stupid." Dax looked at Spike and rubbed the back of his head where Spike had just punched him. "Come on Dax." said Spike, walking in the direction of the bedroom. He stopped just outside the bedroom door, looking at something on the ground. "Dax... come here at look at this..." Dax walked to where Spike was standing and looked inside. There was a huge, scorched patch burned into the carpet in the center of the room. A couple of papers were still on fire, and the room was filled with smoke. "Damn!" cursed Spike. He turned around and punched the wall, leaving a huge hole. "Did she spontaneously combust?" questioned Dax. "No, you idiot! It was the Devil Duckie! He took her!" screamed Spike. "Oh shit!" said Dax as he ran after Spike towards the front door. Dax drove them to the Wishkah café, where they met up with the rest of Hell's Emus: Skully (Dax's wife), Mouse (Spike's brother), Bruce (Selene's brother), Slade (Dax's brother), and their friends Vic, Chip and Ray. Spike explained to them what had occurred that night. "So what the hell are we supposed to do?" asked Skully. "We are gonna go get her," replied Spike, "but you're not going anywhere but home." Skully was pregnant and due the next day. "Well how are we supposed to get her?" asked Mouse. "We have to go down to Hell to get her back." said Spike. "And how, exactly, do you propose we get there?" said Mouse. Spike grimaced. "We gotta find the Devil Duckie." As soon as the words left Spike's mouth, the bar and their drinks were extremely hot. They all reacted quickly, dropping their glasses and jumping off the bar stools. The walls and ceiling caught on fire. Flames crawled along the ceiling, blackening the tiles. The glass bottles of alcohol cracked and burst, spilling burning alcohol, fueling the fire. The wooden chairs and tables caught on fire. They all stood in the middle of the room, away from the majority of the fire, while ash and burning embers fell on them. They became aware of an evil, maniacal laughter that was growing louder. The room grew much darker, completely black in some areas where the blaze didn't reach. In the darkest corner, there was a pair of red eyes glowing in the blackness. "You bastard!" yelled Spike at the laughing duck. "What did you do to her?" "Nothing." replied the Devil Duckie, with an evil smile playing at his lips. "She's perfectly fine. You are your friends, on the other hand, I would be worried about..." Red hot metal bars shot up from the ground, enclosing all but Spike in a fiery prison, leaving him standing alone outside the bars, face to face with the Devil Duckie. The spirit completely took possession of Spike's body, pushing his conscience into a back corner of his mind. Spike's body reached down and pulled the concealed blade out of his boot. He stood up and looked the Devil Duckie in the eye. The Devil Duckie had taken out his knife and stared right back at Spike. "No!" screamed Spike from his internal confinement even though no one could hear him. "It's useless! All your going to do is get us and everyone else killed!" Spike screamed in vain at his body, which, under control of the evil spirit, continued. Spike's body and its ghostly possessor raised the sharp, jagged knife and lunged at the Devil Duckie. The duck threw himself out of the way and turned, intending to stab the knife into Spike's back, but was surprised as Spike went down and knocked his legs out from under him. Spike came around to finish off the helpless Duckie, but found him to be nowhere in sight. While Spike was temporarily confused, the Devil Duckie hit Spike on the head with the handle of his blade, knocking Spike unconscious. When Spike came to, he found his wrists and ankles to be chained to the ground. His head hurt badly, and was slightly bleeding. The spirit inside him was extremely angry for losing a fight. He started to look at his surroundings and saw his friends still in the prison. He then saw Selene standing in the middle of the cavernous room. She was wearing a wedding dress, and appeared to be in some sort of a trance. In front of her was an altar, and beside her stood the demon duck Himself. Spike realized that they had been tricked to come down and be witnesses to the wedding of the Devil Duckie and his own Selene. He tried with all of his and his possessors' power to break free of the chains, but found that they were not to be broken. He unwillingly gave up, and sat in a huddled heap on the floor, crying and silently cursing himself. Everyone was quiet as the unholy wedding proceeded until a shadowy figure walked out of the corner of the room and approached the Devil Duckie. He drew a submachine gun and shot the Duck twice in the skull. The Devil Duckie let out an unearthly scream as a whirlwind of ash and fire consumed everything. Spike opened his eyes to find himself lying on a moonlit, black sand beach. He was almost positive that he had died until he saw Dax and all of Hell's Emus lying on the sand near him. He sat up to be sure of where he was, and on closer inspection the beach was no beach of earth. There was a strange beauty about the place, and the way the twin moons reflected light on the vaguely luminescent, black ocean gave Spike the feeling that he had been here before. Spike was about to stand up to get a better understanding of where he was, when he saw the shadowy stranger who had shot the Devil Duckie sitting next to him. He looked at the man as he took off his cloak, which had concealed his face. The man was about the same stature as any human male, but was very different. He had jet-black hair that fell in his face and concealed his intense purple eyes. Enormous black wings protruded from his back, and an intricate black tattoo that curved around most of his body. He helped Spike up and flashed a worried grin at him that showed a pair of fangs. "We need to save Selene, go wake up your friends," said the stranger. "Who are you?" asked a very confused Spike. "And how did you kill the Devil Duckie?" The stranger looked at Spike, and answered, "You can't kill him." "What do you mean you can't kill him? You can kill anything; you just have to know how to do it! And who are you?" Spike demanded of the stranger. The stranger laughed at him, and stood up. "My name is..." ...to be continued...
For the love of a Dragon by DemonDragon	He didn't resist when they caught him sleeping in the caves, he didn't resist when they jabbed at him with spears and spurred him forward to their small village near the cliffs edge, he didn't resist when they encased him in metal restraints, he knew he'd break free easily, but for now, he waited	[ "Abduction", "Anal", "Cuddling", "Death", "Dragon", "Hyena", "M/M", "Oral" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10067-for-the-love-of-a-dragon	He didn't resist when they caught him sleeping in the caves, he didn't resist when they jabbed at him with spears and spurred him forward to their small village near the cliffs edge, he didn't resist when they encased him in metal restraints, he knew he'd break free easily, but for now, he waited and bided his time. He'd been flying earlier that day, but hadn't noticed the updraft ahead, and it'd caught him by surprise, and as a result, he overcompensated, and strained a muscle. It'd take a month at most to heal, so he'd taken refuge in the cave, one of the village must've seen him, as they were upon him within hours, there was little chance of escape, and he had no interest in harming them. The first day was rather rough, he'd noticed them, watched their race, females were larger, by a fair amount and seemed in control, shoving the smaller males and shouting in some god forsaken language, the males in turn cringed and whimpered pitifully. It didn't take me long to realize they were a matriarchial society, but he did find it odd, since the females still stayed indoors mostly, and barked out orders from their windows, or their seat. He could only imagine how mating with them could be, how males here, must have cringed in fear for being the most attractive, and being chosen, the horrors the females put them through in their bedrooms, leading to war stories, rather then jokes about bragging with whom they'd bedded. The first evening, a large pile of meat was brought to him, something that would have fed at least half the village by his count, it had a horrible odor, but he didn't let on that he could smell it, he instead dug in, and pretended like he was starved, the female overseer, and male guards seemed pleased, and once they'd left my field of view, he tossed the rest hard, towards the cliffs edge. He knew the scent of Dragonsbane, something used to weaken dragons and keep them that way, he knew the odor by heart, and the meat must've been saturated with the flower. It was later in the evening, that he smelt something getting close, he barely slitted his eyes and watched the intruder, it was a male of the species, small, brown fur, dark spots down his pelt, certainly a odd creature. It came close and inspected him as he pretended to sleep. The male come close, sniffing at the dragons throat, then his chest, as the males muzzle lowered the dragon got worried and let out a soft yawn to announce his being awake. The male backed away and stared at him, gauging the dragons movements, the dragon only smiled, and looked at him. The dragon looked over his shoulder, the two guards were talking quietly and looking over their own shoulders, probably watchful of any female guards coming to check up on them, and himself. He smiled and turned back to the younger male, tilting his head, the beastman smiled back and moved closer, he must've been...17...maybe 18, barely an adult by the dragons standards. He leaned in close and sniffed the dragon again, chuffing softly before sitting back, looking at the taller reptile, before whispering "Veran" the dragon nodded his head and whispered back "Dragon" the male looked confused and shook his head, pointing at a guard "Korrin" then the second "Serie" then he pointed to himself again "Veran" he looked at the dragon expectantly, before the dragon replied "Dragon" he smiled to himself, knowing what the younger male wanted, but was unwilling to give his name, for if the male knew of the dragon oath, he'd be in a much worse predicament. Veran moved close and pressed close to the dragon, the soft warm fur against his scales, it made the dragon smile and relax, he'd been laying down and now had a small male, maybe...two or three foot smaller then himself trying to cuddle with him, while the rest of his village most assuredly...had other plans for his scaley hide. He shut his eyes and put an arm around the young man, this must have made Veran happy, because he started to purr, the dragon thought. They stayed like this for several hours, the smaller male speaking in his native language, going on and on about something or other, the dragon had no idea, but he listened, it seemed the young male needed someone to listen, and being a prisoner, the youth must've thought the dragon had no where to go. He could smell many scents on this young fellow, some female, some....not female, none of the scents flattering, and for the most part, obvious what they'd done with the young male. He tightened his arm around the young male, making him murr or purr, whatever noise he made, louder. Veran nuzzled into the dragons neck again, and whispered quietly "Dragon" and smiled, before he kissed the dragons neck and slowly stood up, sneaking around the side of the village to not be noticed. The next day was much the same, the female brought another stack of meats, with the same odor and he devoured almost a fourth before she left with the guards and he tossed it over the side, it was no question now. They had intended on drugging him with dragonsbane, and fattening him up with the meats, his lifespan was most assuredly going to be shorter then what he intended, unless he started formulating a escape plan, if his wing wasn't strained, he could break the metal bonds effortlessly and just fly away. But it wasn't, and there was little else he could do. After nearly a week, of the same routine, get fed, dispose of most of it, lay around and listen to the others shout and bellow orders, the terrified look of males as females would approach, and drag them off. The return of Veran, each evening, they'd lay together in the cool night air, the young male speaking for hours and hours in his language, the dragon, never understanding a single word. He must've wanted the dragon for more then a willing ear, as each evening, the male would press close, his back to the dragons chest, with the males rear pressed against the dragons groin, and always, Verans little stub tail would wag profusely when the dragon hugged him close. It made him smile each evening, when Veran came to see him, though neither understood one another, it was the simple comfort of anothers presence that was all either really needed. Love was likely not felt on either side, just the need for companionship. It was a mutual feeling, the dragon thought, but he could never understand the males words, perhaps it was so much more to Veran, then it was for himself. The following evening, when he waited anxiously for Veran to arrive, the guards came over and inspected his restraints, he'd taken care not to tug too heavily on them, lest he give away that he wasn't eating his meals, and aware of their plans, once they were satisfied, they went back to their posts, and Veran didn't show up that evening, he started to fear the worst, what if they'd caught him coming over, and thought he was freeing the dragon, or perhaps they'd thought he was doing something else, and were punishing him. A pang of guilt hit the dragon, the young male had only wanted comfort, and someone to hold him, the dragon knew that feeling all too well, and was agitated that they'd punish the male, he'd wait for tomorrow and if Veran didn't show up, he was going to try and find him. He shut his eyes that evening, having a somewhat restless sleep. The dawn broke with it's usual banter, the beasts changing shifts, the sickening laughter from them filling the air, he kept his eyes shut as he heard them doing something in the middle of town, and he was fairly sure what they were doing. He kept silent and faked being asleep for most of the day, knowing by now, that the dragonsbane in his system, should have him near death, if he'd ate it all like he had pretended to. When dusk came, he kept his nose sniffing lightly, waiting for Verans scent to approach, he was relieved when he did, and he looked over, the young male didn't look hurt, till he came closer, and the dragon saw the bruises, busted lip, blackened eye. The scent of another male was all over Veran, covering him, and hiding his own faint musk, the dragon had a good idea what had happened now. Veran ran to him, not even caring if anyone saw him this time, it seemed, as he pressed close to the dragons warm scales, the dragon in turn hugging the male, holding him tightly, and nuzzling the top of his head. Verans tears soon stopped flowing and he began to murr lightly again, the dragons claws gently raking down the males back, and Veran moved to sit into the dragons lap, while the male had a large amount of awe for the dragon, he no longer feared him. The thought of that making the dragon feel better, as he gave the male a soft squeeze, he smiled and Veran leaned back slowly, looking at the dragon, then, down. The dragon wasn't sure what Veran was thinking but, when he felt the paw moving down his chest to his garment, it was all too clear, the dragon thrummed in his chest softly, and with the guards under the impression he was unconscious, they'd not posted guards tonight, giving the dragon the impression, that tomorrow would be his last sunrise. He stayed as silent as he could, before he felt the young paw unclasping his leather belt that held his loincloth on, his own musk was fairly strong by this point, having no access to a bath, or water aside from what little he was offered. The young male let out a delighted whimper, and his muzzle delved between the dragons thighs, causing him to moan quietly, and spread his legs apart. The young muzzle didn't know where to begin, but started around his heavy scaled orbs. Dragging his tongue over them and collecting the salty taste that had gathered down there, the dragon, having not had any attention in this manner for...many days, leaned back, placing his palms down. His sheath giving up it's thick contents eagerly, the red arousal pushing upwards and laying against his stomach as the smaller male licked and suckled at his seedmakers, making the dragon squirm lightly. The dragon coo'ed softly and looked down at the smaller male, smiling, before his claw gently stroked his headfur, Veran looked up and blushed heavily, seeing the dragons arousal hanging so heavily over his stomach. He swallowed and leaned forward, letting his smooth tongue trail from the lip of the dragons sheath, upwards to the crown, where his lips parted further and the warm muzzle started to engulf the dragons arousal, he hissed softly and stroked his claws over the back of Verans head. The younger male was eager to please this dragon, his muzzle taking as much of the dragons lenth as he could, before he leaned back, then forward, sending little shivers of pleasure through the dragon, making him groan and writhe faintly. It only took a few moments, before the dragon was panting, with Verans paws on his lenth, stroking up from the base, to where his lips could reach, then back down, getting the dragons hips to lift time to time, he wasn't going to last, if this was how things were going to be, the dragon reached down, and cupped the males chin, pushing him away slowly. Veran whimpered and looked up at the dragon, confused. The dragon smiled and reached over unclasping the furry males own loincloth and smiling, as he stroked a claw over his rear. Veran understood immediately and blushed, removing his garments and pressing close to the dragon again, pressing his lips to the dragons own. His soft furred paws massaging and stroking the dragons neck and chest as he moved close, standing over the dragons arousal, before he moved to sit in the dragons lap. The dragons claws already holding his lenth upwards, so when Veran lowered himself, his lenth was gently nudging the males hidden tailbud. Veran tensed up, and let out another whimper, the dragons free claw stroking the males side and rear, helping to calm him, it was a painful first step, but after Verans soft whimpers and the dragons faint growls of pleasure, his arousal had started to fill the younger males rear, with the dragon holding his lower half, Veran all but surrendered, letting the dragons strenth decide how fast his rear was used for the dragons pleasure. It wasn't long at all, before both males were moaning quietly, the dragons arms guiding Veran up and down his turgid arousal, as it disappered into the furry crevice and sunk into the smaller males body. Veran, his paws gripping the sides of the dragons neck as he licked and kissed at the dragons snout, softly groaning with each movement, and his own arousal, bouncing with each press of dragon shaft, inside of him. Veran was the first to tense up, and let out a restrained howl of pleasure, into the crook of the dragons neck and shoulder, hot spurts of seed erupting against the dragons chest and stomach. The dragon, driven by his need for release, pulled Veran further down, pushing his member further into the spasming male, growling and groaning, nearly to the hilt, before he tensed and held Veran tightly. The smaller male whimpering submissively, as hot pusles of dragon seed flooded his rear, marking him as claimed territory, much like what the dragon assumed had happened the day before. Both males sat in the warm afterglow of release, the dragons claws gently rubbing up and down Verans back. He smiled and kissed the furred male softly, before slowly lifting Veran, who pushed the dragons attempts away, resigning himself to having the male in his lap, he went to lay on his side, and the smaller male shifted around, so his back was against the dragons chest again, and his rear pushed firmly down around the lenth, wanting to keep the feeling of warmth and the dragons show of affection within himself, at least for tonight. The dawn came earlier then expected the next day, shouts and angry barks of hate filled the air when the dragon felt himself stirring, he awoke with Veran still in his lap, his arm around the smaller male protectively, he looked over and noticed several females and males all with spears and and bows at the ready. Veran stirred soon after and whimpered, he looked at the dragon then at the two dozen others of his race, shouting something, which most of the males gasped at, and the females glared hatefully. The dragon had a good idea of what was said, and knew Veran would be killed after he was, he looked at the gathering, then at Veran, he leaned down and kissed Verans forehead, whispering softly "I'll protect you little on" he slowly pulled himself from Veran, while not fully hard, he was still somewhat unsheated inside of him. He slowly got up and shook his back and muscles, most of the females seemed unhappily shocked by this, and gripped their weapons tighter as he growled, he stood up on his hind legs, and stretched, the chains snapping harmlessly and dangling from the manicles around his wrists and halfway down his tail. He turned to Veran and offered his claw, then looked out over the nearby cliffs edge, Veran looked to teh dragon then the cliff. He smiled, before turning to the rest of his village, shouting something in their language, before he took the offered claw, and pressed close to the dragon. Both smiling softly as the dragon picked up the younger male, and started for the cliff, the females screaming as several arrows and spears were thrown, the arrows hitting his scales bounced off harmlessly, and the spears whizzing past on either side of him, he lept from the cliff and spread his wings. Veran smiled and nuzzled close against the dragons chest as he felt the air rising around them, he looked at the dragon and hugged tightly, trusting him completely. When the dragons visage turned from one of joy, to one of dread, and fear, Veran was worried. He looked at the dragon, then at his wing, one was fully extended, and the other, wasn't moving hardly at all. Veran understood the implications, and whimpered, but pressed tightly still, at least he was with his dragon. The dragon shut his eyes, feeling the wind ripping past them, it would only be a matter of moments before they ran out of sky to fall from. He looked at Veran and shut his eyes "Forgive me Veran....there is no other way" he whispered, and rolled his weight, letting his back aim downward, as he looked into Verans eyes, a soft smile, as tears welled in his eyes, he squeezed Veran tightly then released him, a orange glow encompassing the male as they fell. He watched Veran's eyes, terrified as he was released, and he smiled at the male "The love of a dragon...is not without it's price" he smiled still, trying not to cry, he didn't want Veran to remember him crying. Veran sat by the dragons side, crying his eyes out, the dragons eyes left open in a sickening look of death, his body in a odd contortion as he'd hit the ground, Veran knew little of things outside of his village, and certainly had no idea what the dragon had said, but his safe landing by the dragons dying body, covered by the orange haze that soon dissipated as soon as his feet touched solid ground told him all he needed to know. He held the dragons claw and cried still, watching the life slowly drain away from the male that had saved him from his village, and from his eventual death, for bedding the dragon the night before. Veran knew he had to leave, it would take the village at least a day to go around the valley and get to where they were, and he didn't have time to properly bury the dragon, or do anything to spare him the fate that he knew the village would do to the dragon, he had nothing with him, not even a stitch of clothing. He hugged the dragons maw, before turning and running down the valley, away from where he knew his kind would come from, going to fully use the gift the dragon had died, to give him, and live his life, in the dragons memory.
morning beginings by dbj_rab	another old wip file - The large wolf sat and stared as the fox dipped into the water and swam for a while. How graceful he looked. He swam fast and strong. Finally, he shot up out of the water and shook off the wetness. His fur puffed out from shaking, making the wolf start to	[ "Gay", "M/M/F", "Rabbit", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464047-morning-beginings	The large wolf sat and stared as the fox dipped into the water and swam for a while. How graceful he looked. He swam fast and strong. Finally, he shot up out of the water and shook off the wetness. His fur puffed out from shaking, making the wolf start to chuckle. The wolf quickly muffled his mouth, he didn't want to scare the fox away. However the fox already alert was staring back in the wolf's direction, but turned around again probably thinking it was a small animal. None the less the wolf was crouched down hiding in the shadows of the trees and the brush. " He must be new to this forest, I've never seen him before ", he wondered, " he'd sure be a helluva lucky dog if the morning forest patrol found him, they're usually all vixens. There's very few males around here ". Then he realized why the fox was so alert in the first place, he had a small pouch fastened to his leg, used for carrying letters. He was a " letter carrier ". Sometimes they'll relay messages over 40 miles taking days, some of those messages are valuable. He'll be very protective of that pouch, not only that, he can outrun anyone - only the fastest runners get to be letter carriers. The wolf was wondering how to approach him without seeing him disappear in a blink. As he was backing up slowly from the brush, he lost his footing sliding down a small muddy part of the small bank of the creek right toward the water. It was muddy from the rain the night before. Covered in mud, the wolf opened his eyes staring down at the water seeing his muddied reflection. " Damn ", he cursed to himself, " that fox is probably a mile away by now ", he thought. Still slipping, he lifted himself up and dived into the water to clean himself. As his fur was finally clean, he stuck his head back up out of the water agains't the edge, as he opened his eyes his heart jumped. He was nose to nose staring into the curious fox's deep green eyes. " So you finally came out of your hiding place ", the little fox laughed. " I knew you were watching me for quite a while. " The wolf, from shock couldn't say anything, his heart pounding even more. Close up this fox was incredibly gorgeous. " I like the big, strong ones ", the fox said shyly. OK.ya dats enough fer now " You're probably wondering why I didn't run. " the fox said still almost nose to nose. " Uh ", the wolf stuttered in reply. " You must be Raggs, am I right? " asked the fox. " Uh yeah, right, how'd you know? ", he replied as he tried to scramble out of the water. " You were at the Great Forest Ball, I saw you with that coyote. " Raggs slipped back into the water, which made the young fox chuckle. " Oh, how cute! ", Raggs thought making him shudder. His heart was pounding so fast. " Umm wh what's your name? " he managed to stutter out. " Huh? I thought you knew, that's why I didn't run. I've been without any action for months and it's not everyday that a gorgeous big black wolf stares at you. I knew you must be hungry and would just love to eat me up. " Raggs' heart stopped and jumped up into his throat. " Well, since you don't know, it's Chance. " " HOLY SHIT!", Raggs thought, " Velio's apprentice!" At that, it was such a shock to the wolf that he fainted and sank back into the water. Raggs felt warmth as he opened his eyes. He was somewhere on the opposite bank, the sun shining on him and laying under an enormous weeping willow. Around the weeping willow was a ring of small pink flowers, and a wonderful spring smell was in the air. As he got up he felt something soft beside him, it was Chance. He must of exhausted himself hauling the large wolf's body out of the water. " I'll have to repay the favor. " Raggs thought. He looked at how peaceful Chance slept. He leaned closed and sniffed his fur. " Mmm, he smells wonderful too. " As Raggs was about to pull away, Chance in his sleep reached out grabbing Raggs' shoulders and pulled his face close and began kissing him passionately. He also woke up from this. " Wow, what a way to wake up! " he whispered. Raggs heart was racing again. " Are you always nervous? " Chance asked " Well it's just..." " Yes I know, I'm Velios apprentice, Velio The Master Of Fellatio. " " And you're gorgeous ", Raggs said as he fought the nervousness. " Well thank you. " he replied. " How'd you become his apprentice? " Raggs boldly asked. " I'll make the story short, since I have my mind on something else. Anyway it happened about a year ago, I was running letters for General Aran in Oasis Forest. As I was running a very important message at the time, I took a shortcut going over a large mound with a humungous thick oak on it. I think it was oak but, anyway. I was going pretty fast when my foot sank through the ground between the roots. The large root in front of me stopped me still and I fell down as the ground beneath me crumbled away. On the way down I banged my head on a thick root knocking me out cold. When I woke up with a splitting headache I was lying in a bed looking up at the sky through a roots and a hole in the ground. ' Are you OK? ' a voice asked. I turned to my left to see a cute but rugged fox a little older than me staring back at me. ' Who are you? ' I asked and also said, ' sorry for what I did. ' He said it was Velio. But my head hurt too much, I started moaning from the pain. ' Do you have anything to make the pain go away? ' I moaned. ' As a matter of fact I do ' he replied, ' its a good thing you picked my house to fall in. Man I've been without some one for weeks. ' As I laid back down he jumped right on top of me. ' Huh, what are you doing? ' I asked frightened. ' I'm going to take away your pain. ' he said. And at that he put his mouth over my cock and licked it frantically with expert tongue movements, making me gasp for air. ' Oh by the way, ' he said, ' they call me Velio Master Of Fellatio. ' He spent two hours on me completely taking my head ache away. There was a clock beside the bed. He said later that sex was the best pain killer. Anyway he made me cum three times make scream so loud that the tree vibrated. ok that it for now will continue tomorrow. " And sex was the best painkiller indeed. In those two hours, he made me cum three times, making me scream so loud that the tree ( which is part of his house ) vibrated. After that he introduced me to his gorgeous 8" cock, which he rammed into me for an hour more. That bed of his almost broke in two. To repay the damage I did, I helped him fix it and gave him some action. Since I was going to stay for a while, he decided to teach me everything he knew. He found some of his other friends and invited them. He made me show each one my talents and later that was how I became known as Velio's Apprentice. Since falling through his roof I had stayed with him for a month. So that's my story. " " That's quite a story. " The wolf said now totally relaxed. " Let's see if you live up to it. " " It's about time, " Chance replied, " I was starting to get impatient." He climbed up on top of the wolf feeling his muscles and started to wildly kiss him. Raggs was almost suffocating from the kisses. Chance lifted himself up and asked, " So what do you want first? " The wolf grinned, " Prove you're his apprentice. " Chance licked his fur and slowly went down to his rock hard 9" cock. Slowly, very slowly Chance inched his fuzzy soft muzzle down Raggs' shaft doing movements with his tongue that made the wolf's head spin. Raggs' cock was so thick that Chance couldn't even completely close his mouth around it. Feeling Chance's small teeth rubbing hard agains't the sides of his cock shot new waves of pleasure through his body. He spasmed, arching his back backwards as Chance slid further down his pole. Raggs started to moan loudly and gasp for air, writhing like a snake on a hot rock. " By the gods, " Raggs thought, " this pleasure is surpassing that of an orgasm but I'm not even close to cumming yet. He truly is Velio's Apprentice. " Never had he felt anything so incredible. He was sweating and his body started to quiver. He clenched his teeth as he felt as if he were going to pass out from the intense pleasure. By now Chance was already deep-throating him and then started to wildy slide up and down his cock and licking insanely like lesbians do when they're at their highest point in ecstasy. This was better than he had ever saw at some of the swinging forest parties he went to. Raggs had seen some wild neurotic male on male and female on female action, but all of that action combined was still nothing compared to this. His body spasmed and writhed as he could feel a scream trying to escape from his throat. Raggs didn't care if even everyone could hear his screaming. He let it escape. He couldn't breathe, and tried to gasp for air as he continuously screamed echoing through the whole forest. " let everyone hear, " he thought, " they'll know that Velio's Apprentice is working on me. " Raggs was in an ultimate state of ecstasy, in Sexual Nirvana. There was no time as a second felt like a millenia. Raggs could feel the intense pleasure throughout his entire body right to the tips of his ears. Slowly Chance worked him up to climax. He could stretch this out for up to an hour thought Chance, but it was his first time with him. Raggs could feel the orgasm coming and yipped and howled with every one of Chance's lick's as it got closer. Finally, what seemed like eons, Raggs exploded down Chance's throat so hard that the pressure and rushing of the cum produced a little pain as it shot up through his cock. Chance pulled Raggs' cock out of his mouth to let some of his hot wolf spunk spray agains't his teeth and then plunged it back down his throat creating and extra wave of pleasure that made Raggs scream so loud that he lost his voice. Raggs threw up his hips violently trying to ram his dick further down the little fox's throat as he shook from the contunuing orgasm. " How did he do it? " he thought while still at the very edge of the orgasm. What felt like another minute passing, the orgasm finally was winding down shooting the last of his cum inside Chance. Finally as his " bodyquake " was over Chance lifted up his head off of Raggs' cock, laughing with his mouth filled with wolf cum. Raggs laid back with exhaustion and started to cry. " What's the matter? " Chance asked still laughing. " I don't know. Oh by the gods that was so great. " Chance climbed up the wolf's strong muscular body and kissed him more passionately than ever, letting Raggs taste his own spunk. " Anyway, I'm going to be more late if I don't hurry. I forgot I have an incredibly important message to deliver, so I can't stay. I really wanted to feel that big 9 incher inside me. " but as Chance finished his last sentence he saw that Raggs was already passed out from the intense job that he did on him. " Well till we meet again, " he said, " and it better be real soon, like tonight. " And with that he bolted from the willow through a clearing and into a deep thicket. " HALT " a female voice demanded. " Oh no, an enemy patrol. " Cance thought. " Catch me if you can! " He yelled laughing. At that moment Raggs awoke from his little slumber and looked over to his left, seeing in the distance in another clearing further up a small fox running as fast as lightning, while six vixens each wearing a thin black collar were in hot persuit. " Lucky little guy! " Raggs thought, " I wonder if he can outrun THAT morning patrol? " Only the fastest get to be in the patrols, heh heh. And those one's I know happen to be the fastest. " " Who are you? " asked a strong loud female voice behind him. Raggs spun around to see another morning patrol, four vixens and a larger grey and white female wolf ( who was the leader ) staring at him. " Uh? " Raggs nervously stuttered.
Birthday fun by Kraz	This is a birthday story for my friend Lapseph from FA. Sefra grinned as he spotted Kraz walking along. The bunny slowly moved up behind the moogle and pounced, getting a eep from him. Kraz wiggled a bit underneath Sefra, which caused the bunny to snicker down at the moogle and slowly started to get	[ "Anal", "Bunny", "M/M", "Vore (soft)" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51551-birthday-fun	This is a birthday story for my friend Lapseph from FA. Sefra grinned as he spotted Kraz walking along. The bunny slowly moved up behind the moogle and pounced, getting a eep from him. Kraz wiggled a bit underneath Sefra, which caused the bunny to snicker down at the moogle and slowly started to get off. "Hey there moogle." Sefra said as he helped Kraz up. "Meep, S-Sefra!" Kraz said somewhat nervously as he stood up. "Sooo, what'cha get me?" Sefra asked with a grin, tilting his head at Kraz. "G-Get you?" Kraz asked, blinking. "Yup, what'cha get my for my birthday?" Sefra gave an even bigger grin. "Meep! Y-You're birthday? I got you, um..." Kraz shuffled his paws as he spoke, thinking fast. "M-Myself!" "Really?" Sefra asked with a grin down to the moogle, who let out a nervous kupo at the grin. "I-I mean the presents at home." Kraz said with a nervous smile. "I'll go get it." Sefra just grinned as Kraz started too walk away. He stepped up behind him and grabbed him, giving a little growl and squeezing the moogle. Kraz started to wiggle some against Sefra, trying to get away, blushing as he felt something pushing up against his rear. Sefra only murred and squeezed the moogle tighter before pushing him to the ground and laying over him, causing the moogle to blush even more and try to crawl away. Kraz groaned as he was held tight, giving a little wiggle before meeping as he felt something pushing up under his tail. Sefra only murred as he rubbed the tip of his shaft up against Kraz's tail hole, smearing pre over it, helping to wet it down for what was to come. Kraz gasped and clenches down as Sefra starts to push in, getting a moan from the bunny who slides his tip into that tight hole. Kraz tries to squirm away again, but is held fast by Sefra who just feeds inch after inch of his member into the moogle. After a minute both Kraz and Sefra laid panting, Sefra hilted into the smaller moogle. Pre flooded into the moogle as Sefra started to pull out, getting to the tip before pushing back in, getting a moan from Kraz. Sefra started up a rhythm of pushing in and pulling out, slowly picking up speed. Kraz just laid there, pre leaking from his own cock, panting and moaning as he was pounded. Sefra kept on getting faster and faster as he humped into the moogle, a flood of pre helping to lube up the tight rear. It didn't take long before Sefra slammed forward and hilted in Kraz. Moaning out, rope after rope of hot rabbit cum filled the moogle, causing him to pant and moan. Kraz let out a small whimpermoan as he tried to bring a paw around to get himself off as well, but was held tight by Sefra. Sefra just mmed and murred as he finished filling the moogle, grinning some down to him as he kept him held tight. Leaning down he gave the back of Kraz's head a lick, mming and licking his lips. "Mm, now that I've had fun with my present I think it's time for some cream filled cake." Sefra said with a grin as he opened wide. "W-Wait! I'm not a cake!" Kraz squeeked out as he started to squirm. Sefra just snickered as he took Kraz's head into his muzzle and started to suckle and lick it over. Any of Kraz's protests where cut off as his head was taken in, though he still tried to wiggle and squirm free. Sefra mmed as he licked the moogle's head over before swallowing and pulling his head deeper in. He kept on licking down everything that came in, getting it nice and wet before swallowing and sending the moogle's head down his throat. Kraz let out a small squeekymoan at the tightness and warmth, but still tried to squirm himself free. Sefra ignored all of Kraz's squirms and held him tight as he gulped more and more of the moogle down. Getting his chest in and starting on his stomach Sefra brought one of his paws down to the moogle's rear to lift him up. Kraz couldn't help but let out a small moan at the grab, and then another as he felt one, then two, then three of Sefra's fingers pushing into his cum filled rear. Kraz moaned out and gave a few jerks forward, his cock throbbing as he was teased by Sefra's digits. After another big swallow and then push with those digits he let out a kupo moan as he came, ropes of hot moogle cum splashing against his chest, and then Sefra's muzzle as he finally got his release. Mming and grinning Sefra swallowed down the limp moogle more quickly now. Kraz's chest, then waist, then legs vanished down Sefra's muzzle as he was gulped down. Finally Sefra moved his paws up to Kraz's feet paws and slowly pushed them in, getting a wiggle from Kraz as they where taken in and licked over. Sefra gives one last large gulp, sending Kraz fully down into his stomach, forcing him to curl up inside. Kraz gives a few wiggles and squirms, pushing out at the walls, but with the lack of air and from having just orgasmed he soon drifts off to sleep inside the gurgling stomach. Sefra mms and licks his lips one last time, letting out a wet burp as he rubs over his churning stomach, settling back to rest after enjoying his moogle present and cake.
a monster rancher tail by dbj_rab	a quickie old lemon of monster rancher - Note, characters in this tale are copyrighted by Fox Hare and Tiger were fighting again. "Were do you get off, telling me what to do?" Hare shouted at Tiger. "I tell you what to do, because you don't seem to know otherwise," he growls back. "Yo guys. Cool	[ "Gay", "M/M", "Rabbit", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464048-a-monster-rancher-tail	Note, characters in this tale are copyrighted by Fox Hare and Tiger were fighting again. "Were do you get off, telling me what to do?" Hare shouted at Tiger. "I tell you what to do, because you don't seem to know otherwise," he growls back. "Yo guys. Cool it. You have got to quit fighting and make up," Kenki said. "Why don't you go and find some wood and food, all right?" he says. "Fine." Both of them say. They soon leave the others, still glaring at each other. "Hey, bet I find more than you do," Hare said. "Feh, yeah right. All you care about is money," Tiger said. "That's not true," Hare replied looking shocked. "Yeah, whatever," Tiger responded. They soon go their separate ways. Soon both have found enough wood for a fire, and start to head back towards camp. "Well, looks like we're both even," Tiger said. "Humph," Hare responded. "I'm going to cool off in the river," Hare replied. "Fine by me, I think I'll join you," Tiger said. Both reached the stream and start to wash up, splashing each other, making the other mad. "What is it that you have against me?" Hare shouted. "I'll tell you when we get on land," Tiger growled. As they get out, Tiger comes up close to Hare, and pushes him down. "My problem with you is that you make me so fucking horny," Tiger growled lustly. "Huh? I do. Wow, I feel the same way about you," Hare replied eyes bulging a little. "So what are you going to do about it?" Tiger asked. Hare responded by reach down towards Tiger sheath and started to pull his fur wear off, revealing a 8" dick. Tiger moaned as he felt Hare's paws caress his dick. He pulled down Hare's fur wear and started to lick and suck his 7" dick. Both started to pant and moan, as they felt their dicks get harder. "HMMM, that feels so good," Hare pants. "OHHH, same here," Tigers groans. After sucking each other to hardness, Hare turns himself around to get on all fours. He lift his bunny tail up, "C'mon Tiger, Fill me up with your white gold," he pants. Tiger respnods by mounting him and placing his paws around Hare's hips. He spread them further apart and begins to rub and thrust his dick in Hare' waiting rosebud. Tiger grunts as he feels Hare's ass tighten around his invading cock. Hare grimaces a little as Tiger pushes in deeper. Tiger soon starts to rub his paws tighter around Hare's hardening dick. Hare eyes bulge as he feels his ass and dick on fire. Tiger growl softly and pants as he pumps in and out of Hare's tight ass faster. Hare groans as he feels himself reaching climax. He convulses as he pants and starts to spurt his bunny cum all over the ground. Tiger growls and howls as he feels Hare's ass tighten around his dick and he pushes in deep, pushing his knot into Hare's ass, making the ring expand. Hare cries as he spurts again feeling Tiger's knot invading his ass and Tiger spurting his wolfseed against Hare's prostate. Both are gasping for breath and lay collapsed on top of each other with Tiger still inside him. "OHHHHHHH, that was wonderful, Worth every drip of you white gold," Hare panted. "HMMMMMM, I now love you, Hare. We've got to do this again soon," Tiger panted eyes looking down at Hare's lovingly. Both soon drift off to a quick sleep.
Closest Friend by Tatski	Basic warnings... this is a story that includes sexual intercourse between two males. if you find this offensive of are under age... don't read it. Feed-back would again be appreciated. Finally, I let my body fall forward... I gasped slightly as my body hit the frozen ground. I could feel my body	[ "Anal", "Fantasy", "Fighting", "Fingering", "Fox", "Love", "M/M", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10068-closest-friend	Basic warnings... this is a story that includes sexual intercourse between two males. if you find this offensive of are under age... don't read it. Feed-back would again be appreciated. Finally, I let my body fall forward... I gasped slightly as my body hit the frozen ground. I could feel my body heat sapping slowly away, so tried to cast a protectance spell. As my eyes closed from exhaustion, I prayed the Tolen would not be able to track me. I awoke when my body began to freeze. I stood, my head spinning, it was almost night, I needed shelter. Forcing my body to move, I crept slowly up towards the summit of the mountain. I knew I would not be able to survive the night if I could not find some sort of shelter... but in the fading light, my time was running out. I concentrated the energy I had recuperated while I was unconscious too my eyes and cast the enlightenment spell. Feeling the blood flow increase to my eyes, the terrain around me was slowly revealed. I saw the energy flow within the creatures buried within the ground, flying in the sky, miles of landscape appeared to me and I caught sight of a small hut which appeared empty near to where I was. I quickly scanned around me for any sign of a treat, and released the spell. The miles of landscape were snatched away from me and I moved slowly forward. I am unsure how I made it to the hut, but by the time I reached it, the light had faded around me, and my body was shivering uncontrollably. I fell against the door of the hut, unable to keep moving further. Inside, a deep grey wolf drew his sword and stepped towards the door. Pulling it open, the light from his candle revealed a shocking scene, a fox dressed in shredded black mage's robes lay unconscious in front of him...a trail of blood lay around the fresh tracks in the snow, he had almost certainly been in a fight. Picking him up, he caught a glimpse of the fox's face, his heart missed a beat.... Working quickly, the wolf dressed the fox's wounds, and carefully removed the Tolen arrows he gently sniffed on of the blades... poison. I was completely unaware of what was happening around me for what must have been weeks... until I slowly opened my eyes to see a wolf sat with his back towards me... I groaned slightly trying to sit up which made him turn... 'Your awake then...' he smiled 'I thought I had lost you' 'A...Anerea?' 'Yes Chaos, it is me...' Overwhelmed, I fell back into a deep slumber... When I awoke once again, it was light, Anerea was sat in the chair beside me. Sitting up slightly, I found, to my surprise, I could move quite easily. 'I thought you were dead Anerea... When the Tolen raided our town... you disappeared... I searched for you...' Anerea looked at me 'I'm sorry Chaos... I wish I could have stayed with you, but the Tolen were killing any who opposed them or posed a treat... I had to leave to try to fight them off...' 'I fought as well... I couldn't find you... I... I needed you...' He stood and turned to the door. 'Rest...' After a few days, I was able to walk again, and began practicing spells... My body was still weak, so I did not have much luck for a few months... Whilst I was recovering, I stayed with Anerea, helping to catch food, and talking about the years we had spent apart... Anerea and I go a long way back, we spent our childhood together, but were split when we joined the guilds, Anerea became a swordsman, and I became a mage. When we returned from our training, we began working together and I fell in love with Anerea while we were still young... we were never accepted at home, so we left our. During our travels, we met new people, formed friendships, alliances, but I never told Anerea my feelings for him, I was afraid of the impact it would have on our relationship. We coped for a few years travelling here and there, until the Tolen appeared... The Tolen believe in a dictatorship, they dislike anything that is different, and press ganged people into joining them. It was fine until they became violent and began forcing there ideas upon others. People were forced to renounce their positions, to fight for them or die. The idea spread quickly, and the major cities were soon forced into compliance... Anerea and I were forced to keep our relationship secret, to keep to ourselves, to live a lie. The first uprising marked the beginning of our separation... many citizens had planned to overthrow the Nightguard in a town called Algarde. Anerea and I signed up at the first opportunity, and plans were soon put into effect. The battle took place weeks after, too no success, the town was burnt and the citizens 'suppressed' any that were not killed that night, were exiled, and hunted down... After being separated from Anerea, I presumed he was dead, and lived only for survival. Years passed before the guard were able to track me down... I learnt that Anerea had stayed here, near the old town to stay low and help with the second uprising. I myself had heard of such an event, but my heart was too distraught over the loss of the one I love. As I spent more time with Anerea, I felt my love for him grow stronger, each minute rekindled the bliss my heart had felt when I saw his face, saw him alive. We spent the following weeks building a second room onto the hut, as Anerea thought I would enjoy some privacy, and I couldn't tell him how comfortable sleeping near him felt, his soft breathing, his scent, and, every now and then, how he would speak my name softly in his sleep... When the room was complete, I hugged him tightly, Anerea was some two feet taller then me and the feeling of his sweat cover body against mine, the feeling of dominance and power began to arouse me. Afraid he would notice my scent, I yelped 'wait a minute' and ran into the forest. By the time I was alone, I was fully erect, I dropped my robes and began to stroke myself gently. Slowly, feeling the tension fade from my and my orgasm approaching, I gasped slightly and began to quicken the pace. As I approached my orgasm, months of sexual frustration left me and I threw my head back panting. I lent forward and closed my eyes as I emptied my self onto the floor. I continued to stroke myself for a while after. The hyena creped slowly behind the Fox, feeling himself grow more as he stroked himself through his trousers. He hadn't been able to express himself since the Tolen took over. He missed this sight from the Assassins guild and wasn't going to pass an opportunity to relinquish his desires. He was truly sorry he had to kill the fox, but a job's a job. I thought I heard a rustling behind me, so I quickly put myself away and released the Enlightened eye. I looked around me, my gaze passed over the hyena behind me without me moving my head. I studied his energy, contemplated where to hit, planned that I would place energy directly to his heart to kill him quickly. I turned a second later, ploughing my open palm into his sternum and releasing energy directly to his heart. The hyena yelped and then fell silent. With this, the rest of the pack attacked. I took down three with the same technique, and the others retreated and drew their arrows. I carefully observed their movements all around me, and waited to see which would fire first. Concentrating energy to my lungs and releasing the elemental seals within my mind, I spat fire at the five behind me. Moving energy to my feet, I leapt over tier heads and behind them, to kill them with a summoned blade. Panic struck me when I realised that they were Tolen. I ran as fast as I could back to the hut, to see Anerea fighting off a small party of fifteen. I stopped for a moment to cast a spell, I visualised the seals within my mind and concentrated energy outside my body. I was just about to cast when I heard a scream that pierced my heart. Losing concentration, I saw Anerea impaled on one hyena's sword. As Anerea's blood fell on the hyenas face, he tossed his limp body away and turned to me. I felt anger and hate brew up inside me, I could feel my heart and mind tearing, a lump rose in my throat and I saw red. I ran at the murderer and hit each of his nerve endings. I watched the hyena scream in agony, but this was not enough to quell my heart. I noticed four of the soldiers walk towards me, so I used my magic to burn away their bodies. Still furious, I turned to the hyena writhing on the floor and tore his arms and legs off. I watched as he bled to death and then crushed the rest of the soldiers. As my mind cleared, I realised what I had done and why. Running over to Anerea, I pulled his body close to mine and wept. As I was losing hope, I felt a faint heartbeat. Suddenly, overcome with joy, I concentrated all of my energy in and around his body. I released the healing seals and let my life flow into his. I would give my life for his. I felt my I began to feel weaker and struggled to keep my eyes open. I kept conscious long enough to see his wound healing and sealing up completely. My head felt light and I slumped forwards onto him just as he woke up. Anerea sat up slightly and placed his hands over his chest, where he had been stabbed. He looked around at the destruction around him until his eyes fell on the body of the fox. At first it appeared that he was sleeping, but as he shuffled closer, his heart knew what had happened. He blinked away the tears from his eyes and felt it hard to restrain the lump forming in his throat. He pulled the foxes body up towards him and wept. I felt my heart stopping... my body felt heavy... I was dying... Arms reached around me and pulled me out of the darkness. Suddenly, I was aware of my surroundings, I felt weak, but I was alive... something was holding me tightly so I couldn't breath... salty water dripped down my cheeks. 'Anerea..... that hurts...' I whispered. The wolf looked at me....then pulled me into a deeper hug. 'Don't ever do that again you fool' He released me from his grasp and I looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes. I lost myself. After what felt like a lifetime, I whispered 'I love you Anerea...' and kissed him gently on the cheek. Not knowing quite what his reaction would be, I blushed deeply and wriggled out of his arms to face him. 'I'll leave if you want me too...' I said after a few agonisingly long seconds. He studied my face, slightly panic stricken... 'No... why would you... I mean... don't leave...' With this he pulled me into a kiss. His arms moved around me and pulled me closer. My heart melted and I was in bliss, my deepest desires coming true. I opened my mouth slightly and allowed him to explore my mouth. We stayed like this for a few minutes, our hearts beating together, breathing as one. I was in heaven. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes again. He looked at me, wondered if he had done something wrong. I smiled... he looked so adorable. I stood up and stepped inside the hut, beckoning him to follow. As the light was fading, I lit the candles in the room and arranged them around the bed with magic. Anerea looked utterly bewildered, but I heard his heart beating faster and began to smell the scent of arousal. I dropped my robes and lay back on the bed, and let Anerea study my body. Is eyes moved from my face across my toned body, to my crotch. This alone made me hard. The feeling of appreciation as my loved one studied me so carefully. As if unsure of himself, Anerea stumbled forward and began to undress. By the time we were naked together, we were both brimming with lust for each other. I kissed him again and pulled his body against mine. His cock felt warm against my chest and the feeling of fur against fur was blissful. I pulled away and pushed him back onto the bed. I positioned myself facing downwards so his cock brushed my lips and mine, his. I took a rough lick of the head and tasted the sweet precum. Anerea gasped behind me and followed suit. As I sucked, my body came close to orgasm.. the feeling of his muzzle around my cock, and the feeling of his own in my mouth was a truly un comparable experience. I used my hands to massage his thighs, balls gooch crotch until they fell near his tailhole. I drew one finger around the brim and pushed it gently in. he moaned slightly and began sucking more furiously. I pushed my fingers in deeper and began massaging where I knew I would get a reaction, where I had played with myself before... As he began to stroke my legs and crotch I felt that I was close. I soon emptied my self into his mouth. He murred slightly behind me and swallowed as much as he could. With that, I pulled away from him, I didn't want him cuming just yet. I turned to face him and lifted my tail up across my back. I sat back and pushed the tip of his member inside me. As I felt myself part, I gasped a little and spread my legs a little more. Taking it slowly, I sat back until he was completely inside of me. I stopped for a while to adjust to these knew feelings and emotions. Slowly I began to move up and down his cock... the feeling of him inside of me was truly amazing, I began to pant slightly, as Anerea moaned. I looked down and watched him. He was lying with his head back, his tongue lolled out, gripping the bed sheets with both hands, squeezing gently on each stroke. I watched him until his body posture changed slightly. He sat up slightly and began moaning more frequently. Realising he was close to his limit, I quickened the pace slightly until he bucked his hips slightly, emptying himself inside of me. I rolled next to him with him still inside of me, panting until I began to drift off to sleep. He took me in his arms and whispered in my ear... 'I love you too...'
War tails of the white Wolf (Ch 9) Future Goals by Rrahkarr	#9 of War tails of the white wolf - OK I'm back. Here's the next chapter of War tails of the white wolf. Again not much happening in this chapter but it holds foreshadowing for not only the next chapter of this but also of my other series. It's not hard to find but good luck...please vote and feel	[ "Albino", "Human", "Military", "Plot Development", "Story Progression", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97656-war-tails-of-the-white-wolf-ch-9-future-goals	OK I'm back. Here's the next chapter of War tails of the white wolf. Again not much happening in this chapter but it holds foreshadowing for not only the next chapter of this but also of my other series. It's not hard to find but good luck...please vote and feel free to leave a comment! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "I told you, you'd be seeing me real soon." Lliam had a troubled look on his face as he said "Oh no." and laid his ears back as he looked up into the face of a rather large wolf. This large wolf had grey fur with white fur on his chest, stomach, under his muzzle and other areas. He stood eight inch's taller then Rrahkarr at six feet eleven inch's total. He had short silver colored hair, brown eyes with a very muscular build, he inherited the recessive timber wolf genes from his mother's side of the family and with the recessive genes he got from his father he was born a timber wolf. His chest was wide and his shoulders back as he carried himself with pride. He was dressed in a fleet officer's uniform with Colonel Pips on his shirt collar. This was Rick. Rick had a devilish smile on his face as he looked down at Lliam. Lliam on the other hand had a fearful look and you could hear him start to whine before Rick easily picked him up out of the chair; like he was a pup, and hugged him before saying "How's my little cousin doing." "Rick...please, would you put me down." Lliam asked as Dan and Nate laughed a little. "Of course William." Rick said as he set Lliam onto his feet "How've you been?" "I've been better. How bout you?" "Good." Rick said as he took a seat in the other chair at the table and got relaxed. "So Lliam who're friends here?" Rick asked just in time for the three of them to notice his rank pips. "Corporal Daniel Barker Sir!" he said as he stood up and saluted. "Corporal Nathaniel Barker Sir!" he said and did the same. "At ease fellas, there's no need for that." Rick said as they took there seats. "When did you earn your bird Rick?" Lliam asked. "Just before my current assignment actually." Rick told him. "What's your current assignment, unless it's classified?" Lliam asked "To scout and explore a world recently found. We're hoping that it will turn into a fairly safe colonial world." Rick said. "So what are you doing here?" Nate asked. "To board the ship that will be exploring the sector to make sure that there are no pirate havens or pirates in general in the area. While the team that's here with me sets up a camp and starts exploring the new world." Rick explained. "And what ship would be doing that?" Dan asked as he leaned back in his chair. "...The Darwin." Rick said as Dan tried to get the chair back on all fours but tipped over instead. "Ow...you mean..." Dan started. "Yep, I'll be joining with Darwin for a while...do you think one of you could take me to see your captain?" Rick asked. "I'll take you." Lliam said and looked over to the Nate and Dan "Catch you later." He added as he left with Rick. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* A little while later as Lliam led Rick towards the Darwin he started asking him about the world they found. "So does this planet have a name yet?" "Not really, right now it's called ACX-004. and if everything goes well it will be open for colonization in three and a half years." "Really...how long will it take for your team to scout the planet?" Lliam asked as they turned a corner that ended with the entrance to the Darwin. "About...half a year." Rick answered then stopped and added "Then in about three years after that, colonists will come...which leads me to talk to both you and Rrahkarr about something." "Why...what's wrong?" Lliam asked. "I'll tell you and Rrahkarr at the same time." Rick said and continued walking with Lliam leading the way onto the Darwin. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* After a few minuets of halls and one turbo lift ride later, Lliam and Rick arrived on the bridge of the Darwin. Neal; being on bridge guard duty today, greeted Lliam as he walked in but looked a little surprised when the nearly seven foot tall wolf behind him walked in.. "H-hey Lliam, who's this..." Neal started when he saw Ricks Coronal Pips and saluted him. "Is the captain of the ship in?" Rick asked. "Yes-sir, Admiral Keeton is in his day room." Neal said and walked Rick into the Admirals day room. Lliam stayed outside but heard voices that sounded like old friends catching up. This confused Lliam because as far as his knowledge went, Rick had never met Admiral Keeton...but there was a lot about Rick he still didn't know so he let it go. A few seconds later Neal came out and closed the door behind him. He looked at Lliam and smiled before he said "You might want to go find something to do. From what I caught this may take a while." "Sure thing...do you know where Rrahkarr is? He hates being surprised by Rick; I think I should go tell him he's here." Lliam said. "And ruin the fun, why would you do that?" Neal said as he laughed a little then added "What does the Captain do when he surprises him?" "Well...the last time Rick surprised him, Rick ended up chasing Rrahkarr through the house. He likes being able to pick us up like we weigh nothing and Rrahkarr hates it." Lliam told him. "You mean he can lift Rrahkarr up off the ground with ease?" Neal asked; surprised. "Yeah he did the same to me but I'm only five foot nothing...how do you think Rrahkarr feels being sex foot three? The last time, Rrahkarr jumped through one of the windows to get away...and ended up having to go to the emergency room." Lliam said and laughed at the memory. "What happened?" "Oh he decided to jump out of a window that was on the second floor and ended up getting covered in glass...hell one piece went right through his hand, and he also got a broken leg." "Damn...so why are you laughing at that?" Neal asked. "We may like Rick but we hate his greetings, it's kinda stupid but we usually hide for a little while before showing ourselves. Or that hulking mass somehow sneaks up on us and scares the hell out of us. I'm laughing because jumping through the window was a little extreme; he had to pay for it too out of his own money." Lliam told him. "I see that's kinda funny." Neal said. "So do you know where he is?" "No I don't sorry. You might check in the hanger bay, the med bay, or ask Sara...she usually knows where he is." Neal said as he scratched his chin. "Hmm...I see. Well thanks anyway Neal. Catch ya later." Lliam said and walked out of the bridge. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* An hour later Lliam was heading towards Sara's room to ask her if she'd seen Rrahkarr, he had searched where Neal told him and even a few other places. He was twenty feet from Sara's room when the door opened and Rrahkarr stepped out and noticed Lliam coming. Rrahkarr raised his hand and waved as Lliam approached and said "What's going on?" "There you are...I've been looking everywhere for you." "And why would you be looking for me." Rrahkarr said and chuckled. "Oh just to tell you that Rick is right behind you." Lliam said as Rrahkarr's eyes widened and he jumped forward and in mid air turned around to face Rick who wasn't there. "Where is he?" "Meeting with the Admiral." Lliam said and laughed. Rrahkarr let out a sigh, then said "You little bastard." Then chuckled after thinking about what he had just done. "Sorry I had to. You always do something...(sniff)...funny once you...(sniff, sniff)." Lliam tried to say but a peculiar scent had reached his nostrils. "What's up with you?" Rrahkarr asked. "SO that's why I couldn't find you." Lliam said with a devilish smile. "Damn you and your sensitive nose, what do you smell?" "You were mating with Sara weren't ya?" Lliam said. Rrahkarr realized now what Lliam had smelt. A grin split his muzzle as he fought back the laughter building in him and said "Damn...and I took three showers too. I should've put on some cologne or something." "It wouldn't have helped much." Lliam said. "Yeah, she's in heat and all. This was actually the third time today...I'm a little worn out." Rrahkarr said. "Third time today?! What are you trying to do, get her pregnant?" Lliam asked as they both started walking down the hall in no particular direction. "You know how hard it is for a wolf and fox to mate and have pups...or kits. The odds are way up there." Rrahkarr said. "Hell now you just jinxed yourself." Lliam joked. "Please don't say that...I don't feel like being a father just yet, or at least not while I'm in military." "I understand but we have to go see Rick. There was something he wanted to tell us." Lliam said as the headed back to the bridge. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ They got there but Neal told them Rick had left already with an escort to where he would be staying while he was onboard. He told them the room number and what deck it was located on before they left in search of him. When they got there it didn't surprise them that he wasn't there. Lliam sighed and Rrahkarr shrugged. "Lets wait for him in the coffee lounge." Lliam suggested. "Sure thing" Rrahkarr said as the headed off "Oh but we'll sit at a booth where we can see him enter." He added. "Yeah I know...you don't want to be surprised by him...hell he snuck up on me in the stations food court." Rrahkarr laughed along with Lliam as they headed towards the coffee lounge. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ They got to the coffee lounge and found a booth where they could see anyone entering the lounge from, and had been sitting there for ten minuets talking when they spotted Rick entering the lounge. He didn't notice them sitting there watching him as he went up to JJ and started talking to him. They watched as JJ nodded and poured a mug full of coffee and handed to him. Rick asked him a question and JJ pointed over to them. Rick looked over and saw them watching him and smiled and walked over to them. Since Rick didn't have the opportunity to sneak up on Rrahkarr he decided to just give him a normal greeting this time. "Hey there RJ how've you been?" Rick asked. "Good...I see you've been promoted?" "Cant complain...even if I have to do a ton of paper work the pay's not bad." Rick said as Lliam moved against the wall so Rick could sit down. "So what're you here for?" Rrahkarr asked. Rick told Rrahkarr the same thing he told Lliam earlier then started to tell them both something else. "Ok now time to tell you something about the colonists that will be colonizing this world." Rick said as both Rrahkarr and Lliam gave him all their attention. "Lliam, after you gave Admiral Keeton your message to send he added one of his own for me. The reason why I'm leading this mission is because he thought I would be best because I'd have reasons to do my best. That and I'm turning out to be a promising commander." Rick said. "What's the reason why you'd do your best for?" Lliam asked. "The same reason why both of you are going to help make sure that everything goes smoothly." Rick said. "And what is the reason?!" Rrahkarr asked more sternly. "David, Ada, and Maya are going to be colonists on this world. That's why the Admiral believed I would be one of the better choices...I'd have family participating in the colonization effort. Once we find suitable areas for colonies to be built on the surface and document some of the life forms and plant life, we'd search the system for pirates and when that was done we'd set up some defense platforms to defend the colonists." "And when were they planning on telling us that they'd be colonists?" Rrahkarr asked. "Now...when I came aboard, here's a holo disk they recorded that I'm to give to you two." Rick said and handed the disk over. "I'm guessing that you'd want to get underway soon then...to scout out the new world?" Lliam asked. "Yeah...they wanted this done a few months ago but there were no destroyers...hell let alone any federation ships near this system and none that would be close except the Darwin, so the sooner the better." Rick informed them. "Who's going to set up the defense platforms?" Rrahkarr asked. "My team once the Darwin has searched the system for any hostiles. We've brought along the platforms with us...in fact I just got clearance to bring them aboard with some other cargo." Rick said. "I'm presuming that the defense platforms are unmanned?" Lliam asked. "Correct but after the first colonists arrive, a Core Tug will be arriving, bring with it the core piece to start building a space station. Then lots of freighter ships will be bringing along the rest of the station in pieces...you know build as you go." Rick said. "So when do we leave?" Rrahkarr asked. "Immediately...soon the Admiral will announce to everyone that it's time to go." Rick said when the ships PA system activated and the Admiral began speaking. "Attention everyone, the Darwin will be setting off at 0900 hours ship time, 1500 hours station time. We have new orders and need to get underway as soon as possible. I'm sorry but we have to cut shore leave short a couple of days. Everyone to your stations and prepare for the station launch sequence. That is all." The Admiral said and disconnected. "0900 hours! That's in ten minuets!" Rrahkarr said. "What about everyone still on the station?" Lliam asked. "About twenty minuets ago the station announced that the Darwin would soon be leaving so everyone has gotten onboard or are working on it already." Rick said. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Ten minuets later the Darwin was given permission to leave. People onboard the station all watched as the large federation destroyer undocked from the station. It wasn't often that the people on this station saw an I.S.F type ship dock or undock, let alone a destroyer class ship at that. Murazar watched from one of the windows as the Darwin started to head out into deep space. Onto the next mission that only the crew of the Darwin knew. He headed towards an information terminal and asked where the ship he'd been assigned was located. The terminal showed a ship on its screen. The information on it showed that it had been assigned to one Freelancer Delta and was located not far from where he currently was. He then began heading toward the ship but stopped when he saw some crew from another ship that was hastily reading for launch. He noticed the patch that all of them wore and his eyes widened for a split second in recognition. He looked for the emblem on the ship and there it was clear as day to everyone who looked. Murazar knew well what the emblem was down to exact detail; it was a cross with hands on the bottom holding others down, hands on the left and right pushing others aside while hands on the top lifted a select few above everyone else. It was the symbol of the Electus the chosen few who are held above all others. And of course they didn't have to hide the emblem...they were known far and wide as a pharmaceutical company to almost everyone. It didn't fool him though. He must have been standing there for a while because the next thing he knew the ship was launching. Then the ship began heading out to space...only it was taking the same path the Darwin just took. Then it hit him...they were following the Darwin. Several thoughts crossed his mind and he wondered if they found out that both Rrahkarr and Lliam; two descendants of Tro'nen, were onboard. He didn't trust this situation and hurried to his ship. Once onboard he requested immediate launch from the station on code F-325; the code that a Freelancer uses to get immediate clearance to leave once that code is issued and only when it's an emergency. "We're sorry Freelancer Delta but a cargo ship is about to dock and it'll be blocking the dock port that your ship is docked at." The station control tower operator said. "If you don't open that hatch I'm going to blast my way through it, then blast my way through that ship killing a lot of the crew. Then I might just destroy the tower that you are so comfortably sitting in." Delta said and a moment later the hatch opened and Murazar quickly launched. The unfortunate circumstances were that the ship he was in, while only launching fifteen minuets after the Darwin and seven minuets after the Electus ship, would reach the Darwin after half an hour after it was engaged in battle with the other ship.
coyote and pat by dbj_rab	an old straight story wrote - Coyote and Rabbit part 2 © by me, DBJ Use for commercial use is prohibited. Coyote soon walked off, after getting off with Rabbit. He was looking for a female now. He thought of some of the creatures he saw earlier, and decided to try to see if he could trick one of	[ "Coyote", "M/F", "Rabbit", "Straight" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464049-coyote-and-pat	Coyote and Rabbit part 2 © by me, DBJ Use for commercial use is prohibited. Coyote soon walked off, after getting off with Rabbit. He was looking for a female now. He thought of some of the creatures he saw earlier, and decided to try to see if he could trick one of them into sleeping with him. He soon came upon the beach, and was looking for the female rabbit he saw earlier. He soon spotted her, with another and approached her. "Hi. Great day today isn't it?" Coyote asked. "Yes it is," the rabbit replied, looking up at Coyote's buff body, thinking "Holy cow, what a hunk!!". "So, are you with anyone? Want to go for a swim?" Coyote asked. "My aren't we bold. If you must know, I am single, and I would love to go swimming with you" she replied. "My name is Patricia. What's yours?" "You can call me Fred." "Okay, Fred. Nice to meet you. Let's go." Patricia responded. They soon went into the water, and started swimming around, boasting who was the better swimmer. "I bet you can't swim all away towards those woods," Coyote pointed. "Ha. I can swim there and back before you know it. What do you wager?" Patricia replied. "At last," Coyote thought. "Now's my chance to see if she'll go for it." "How about the loser gets to perform whatever sexual act they desire." "My, feeling horny are we? Well, I don't know, my Mother wouldn't approve of this. She's old fashioned. But what she doesn't know won't kill her, especially if you use a condom." Pat said. "Okay you're on. Let's go." She started to swim off towards the woods, before Coyote had a chance to react. He quickly caught up with her, and then stroked harder to get ahead of her. She cursed as Coyote went by, trying to catch up. She reached the shore, just as Coyote turned around to go back to their starting point. They quickly were head to head, but Coyote had an inch or so ahead of her. "Damn, you're fast. Guess I lost, and I'll have to live up to my end of the bargain." Pat said. "Okay, when do you want to do it?" Coyote asked. "How about now? My mother won't be back for some time, as she's visiting some friends of hers at a camp site down the road.," she says, thinking "I can't wait to see what he looks like down there, if what I heard about Coyote's are true, then I'm in for a treat." "Well, let's go some where we'll have privacy." They soon left to go towards a small cottage deep in the woods. As they neared, they saw some other "couple" leave the cottage, a male bear and a male human. "Well. It looks like we're not the only ones who know about this place," Pat said. "hmm..." Coyote murmured. "Oh well, at least we'll have it to our selves now." They soon entered, and Coyote noticed Pat began to undress from her bikini. Coyote stood still, stunned by the beauty that he saw. Her breasts were pretty big, and she had a cunt that was one to die for. He howled softly as she turned around so he could see her tight ass. "What a bod." Coyote said. "Thanks. Now it's your turn to show me yours." Pat said. "Allright, but don't forget who's in charge here," Coyote said as he dropped his pants to reveal his 10" dick. "Woah! I hope that doesn't impale me in half," said Pat. "Heh. Don't worry. I'll try not to hurt you too much." "Shall we get started?" Coyote asked. "I want you to simply lay down on your back, while I explore your body, and then get on all fours when I tell you." She soon laid back, as Coyote began to suck on her nipples. He then moved his tongue down to her belly, and soon her pussy. He licked it and parted the lips to send his tongue in deep. Pat gasped with pleasure as Coyote explored her clit. "Ohhh. That feels so good. Don't stop," she moaned. Coyote then told her to get on all fours, and he lifted her tail up to sniff her ass. He then started to lick it as well, while stroking his throbing member to hardness. He soon couldn't stand it, and started to hump her. He soon positioned himself over her puckered hole, and started to push himself past her anal ring. Pat soon groaned as she felt Coyote pushing his dick up her ass. He soon panted and grunted as he temped up his thrusts in and out of her ass. He soon growled as he spurted his seed into her ass, and as she felt him cumming, she climazed as well all over his paw as he played with her clit. They soon cuddled in the afterglow, and Pat said, "Now it's my turn." She pushed Coyote back onto his back, and started to suck his dick, which soon became hard again. She then started to mount him, placing his dick into her pussy. She started to clench her cervix tight, and moved up and down on his pole. Both soon gasped and panted with sweat as both started to cum again. Afterwards, they cuddled again, thanking each other for the "quickie" they gave each other. They got dressed and left the cottage, to return to the beach. "Well, that was amazing," Coyote said. "Yes. We'll have to get together again sometime," Pat replied. They soon parted their own ways, before giving each other a quick kiss and exchanging phone numbers and e-mail addresses. The End....
Rebound by Glenox8536	I wanted to die. I wanted to die more emphatically and more viscerally than I ever thought possible. I lay underneath four blankets, still wearing the same clothes I had worn last night, a wad of suffering and despair. I smelled awful, the room was stifling hot and between my four winter-weight	[ "Character Development", "Fingering", "First Time", "Human", "Love", "Lucario", "M/F", "Vaginal", "Virgin" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249186-rebound	I wanted to die. I wanted to die more emphatically and more viscerally than I ever thought possible. I lay underneath four blankets, still wearing the same clothes I had worn last night, a wad of suffering and despair. I smelled awful, the room was stifling hot and between my four winter-weight blankets, the sheet, and my dress pants and silk shirt I was fairly soaked through with sweat. I didn't care. I dimly hoped I would succumb to heatstroke, but I knew I wouldn't. I was too damned resilient for that. And I knew the oversized guilt lobe in my brain would kick in before too long and make me get up and take care of my responsibilities. If I managed to die before that it would be a whole lot easier, but knowing my luck it wouldn't be the case. Sure enough, I heard the doorknob turn, muffled by the thick layer of cloth between me and the outside world. I didn't move, hoping beyond hope that my roommate would leave me alone, I was most decidedly not in the mood for her lighthearted teasing. It would be like rubbing sulfuric acid into a gangrenous genital wound. I heard her walk across the room, disturbing numerous glass bottles and various plastic wrappers as she did so. Then I felt a paw slide under my sweltering shell. I gripped the blankets and held tight, I wanted to be left alone! "Four cases of ginger ale, six packages of jerky, and I can't even count how many snack cakes. What happened?" There was real concern in her voice. Right on schedule I felt guilt boiling up from the dark abyssal depths of my psyche to wash over me in a veritable tide of fresh misery. "I don't want to talk about it." My roommate finally wrested the blankets from my grasp and peeled them back, wrinkling her nose a bit at the hideous smell. "If it's this bad I think you need to." I was lying face down so I could only see her out of my left eye, her vaguely canine muzzle was pinched in concern. I didn't dare look her in the eyes. "I can't." I whispered. She looked me over for a moment without saying anything and eventually nodded slightly. "Okay, we can talk later, but right now you need to bathe....and wash this bedding." She was going to extract the story from me, I'd been living with her long enough to know that she was capable of getting me to tell her anything. "Yeah...I'm sorry." She looked even more worried after that. "It's fine. Come on, I'll clean the room up while you take a shower." "I can clean-" "You need to take a shower. I can clean up the mess." "But-" "Adam." Her tone was gentle, but she was adamant. "You're right, sorry." I walked to the small bathroom attached to the bedroom, grabbing some fresh clothes out of the laundry basket as I did. I could hear her cleaning up the mess I had left as I stripped out of my disgusting clothes and pulled soap, a washcloth, and deodorant out of the bathroom closet and set them on the edge of the sink and in the shower stall respectively. I turned the water on and stepped in, not bothering to adjust the temperature beforehand. It was lukewarm; I listlessly scrubbed the filth off myself and pondered my roommate while I did, anything to distract myself from the agony permeating my soul. My roommate was a Lucario I had been given when I was twelve years old. She was a gift from my foster parents Ross and Catherine, I had always loved pokemon and gotten along with them, but other people...not so much. I had never had a real friend before she came along. I'll always remember the day we first met, just thinking about it made me feel a little bit better. \flashback\ I had just gotten off the bus home from school, where I had been laughed at the whole day because I kept tripping over things, the doctors said my growth spurt was coming early and that this was totally normal, but to me it didn't matter. It was just one more thing everyone made fun of me for. I walked home slowly and miserably, swearing I could still hear the last of the jeering taunts from the bus. Normally walking up the long gravel driveway made me feel better, a signal that I had survived another day, not today; I was so depressed I nearly walked right into Ross' car. That was odd, he normally wasn't home this early. He was the dean of medicine at Pastoria's only hospital, he could work some incredibly long hours and he was never home before seven on weekdays. I opened the front door quietly; suddenly worried that I was in trouble, why else would Ross be home early? It would be just my luck, I must have done something wrong at school and one of my teachers had called mom, who had called dad and now I was going to get yelled at. Great, just great. I mentally prepared myself for what was to come and stepped through the door timidly. "Mom, dad, I'm home." "Adam, come into the kitchen, we need to talk." That was dad, he didn't sound mad, but I could never tell. I walked to the kitchen, sure I was about to get yelled at, stopping only to drop my backpack. Mom and dad were both there and they looked serious, this was going to be bad. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked nervously, what did I do? I can't think of anything that could've made a teacher call home, I don't think I even raised my hand to answer a question! Catherine started, motioning me into a chair as she did. "Honey, we've been talking...we know you're having a rough time at school." No duh. "And we're worried. You never talk about having any friends." I looked down, they had always tried to help me make friends by signing me up for after school sports (I was so clumsy I had to withdraw after the first week), an acting class (my awkward bumbling and stage fright ruined that too), and my crowning achievement of failure: scouting. I liked it, I really did, I was just so clumsy I couldn't do any of the stuff the scoutmasters wanted me to do. I could understand the theory, I just couldn't do anything right. "I...I don't have any." Catherine knelt down and hugged me. "Why not?" "Be-because they all laugh at me. I can't even walk in a straight line without falling over." "It's normal to be a bit clumsy when you start going through puberty. I know I sure was." Ross said, kneeling down to look me in the eye. "It will happen to the rest of them soon enough, but that's not really why we wanted to talk to you." Wait, what? Then why had they brought it up? "Then...then why? Am I in trouble?" Ross shook his head. "No, you're not in trouble." Catherine smiled brightly, reaching into one of the cupboards and pulling out a box, it was covered in wrapping paper...a present? "It's not my birthday." Was all I could think to say. "We know, but we've been talking and we think you've earned something special." Now I was really confused. "Huh?" They were both smiling now. "Despite all the times you've been sick," I had always been sick a lot, the doctors had never figured out why, my stomach hurt a lot, so did my arms and legs and eyes. The doctors said my arms and legs were growing pains since I was growing so fast, they couldn't explain the eye pain. "And the hard time the other kids give you you've never gotten anything less than an A in any of your classes, you've always followed the rules, and you've gone the extra mile to get ahead in your classes and help your teachers. We can't tell you how proud we are." Now I was crying, proud of me? I was a complete failure. The only reason I was doing well was because I helped my teachers so they would like me. "Your teachers all tell us that they love having you in class and how responsible you are. You've earned this." "Go on, open it up." Catharine said. I didn't understand what I had done to earn anything, but if I didn't they would get mad. I carefully removed the tape, trying not to rip the actual paper. Once I got it off I pulled the top off the plain box to reveal...paper? I picked it up and started reading it. The print was tiny, I had to squint real hard to make it out...oh, it was upside down, that explains a bit. I turned it over and...my heart stopped. I read the first line over and over, not sure if I was dreaming or not. "T-this license certifies A-adam Benoit legally eligible to keep, trade and b-battle pokemon." My pokemon license, I had always wanted one, but I didn't think I would get one for...for years! Tears were streaming down my face now, I couldn't believe this! Catherine pulled me into a hug, and held me while I cried, I was dimly aware that I was still holding the license in my hand as I did so. "You've done a great job honey, we're so proud of you." "We applied for it a week ago, the card should come in the mail in the next few days." I pulled away from Catherine enough to see Ross, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand and sniffling a bit, suddenly embarrassed, I shouldn't have been crying like that. "But the license isn't the only thing in the box." I grabbed the box and sure enough, nested inside a layer of tissue paper was a single, tiny pokeball. "Congratulations honey, we know you'll make a great trainer." I carefully pulled the ball out of the tissue paper and held it in my hands, shocked and happy beyond words. Catherine got up and Ross patted me on the head. "You should go meet your new friend, Adam. It'd be a shame to keep them waiting." "I...I...thank you. Thank you so much!" My parents both laughed at that, and mom nudged me towards the back yard. "Go, I'm sure they're dying to meet you!" I ran out the back door and into the large back yard, we lived far out of the city on a house that had been in Ross' family for generations, so the yard was huge; with plenty of open space bordered by trees. I ran to the middle of the yard and looked down at the pokeball in my hands, still unable to believe how things had turned out. I pressed the button on the pokeball, making it enlarge to its full size, then I dropped it on the ground. I couldn't wait to see what kind of pokemon it was! The pokeball hit the ground and bounced up, opening and spilling red light as it did. I caught the ball (barely) as it fell again and watched eagerly as the red light took shape. It formed itself into a small, lithe, biped with long ears and large eyes. I couldn't help but stare as the body fully materialized and the Rilou shook itself. It blinked and looked around quickly before its eyes settled on me. "Hi! Are you my trainer?" Its voice was light and cheerful, definitely female. "Yeah! Um..." Oh, geez, what was I supposed to do now? My pokemon books never covered this part. Thankfully, she saved me from an inevitable blunder by interrupting what I was about to say. "Wanna play?" She piped, she was humming with energy, suddenly I didn't feel so awkward about this anymore, she didn't seem to think I was weird, so maybe I wouldn't have to worry. "Sure! What do you-" "Tag! You're it!" She sprang off, laughing. "Hey! No fair!" I ran after her, smiling as I did. We ended up chasing each other around the yard until nightfall, I fell down a whole lot, but she didn't laugh at me for it, she just waited for me to get up and let me get close again before running. Despite my clumsiness I managed to tag her a few times, which honestly shocked me, it was the most fun I'd had since school started. Mom and dad called us in when it started to get dark, by that point we were so tired we weren't going to last long anyway. After a quick dinner it was time for bed. After I bathed brushed my teeth I walked to my room to find my Rilou standing next to my bed. "Are you gonna put me back in the ball?" I looked at the pokeball on my dresser, where I had left it when I grabbed my pajamas earlier. You were supposed to put pokemon in their balls at night right? The more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to. "Not if you don't want to go back." "Then...are we going to sleep on the bed together?" She cocked her head to the side, it was really cute. "I guess so. Come on." I pulled the covers up and she crawled up onto the bed, burrowing underneath the blankets briefly before her head popped out at the head of the bed, on one of the many pillows there. I crawled in after her and pulled the blankets over us both, she giggled as I settled myself in. I was about to ask her what was so funny, but I yawned before I could stop myself; that made her yawn too. "G'night." Her eyelids were drooping already. "Good night." I had just closed my eyes when I felt something soft and warm brush against my chest. I looked down to see her snuggled against me, smiling and already asleep. That brought tears to my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and held her while she slept; I stayed up a long time that night. I didn't get to sleep until past midnight, but I didn't care. I finally had a friend. \end flashback\ I didn't end up giving her a name until the next day, it was kind of funny when I thought back on it, I totally forgot until the bus ride home from school. I had been thinking about her all day but she didn't have a name yet. I picked Lucia, a very common name for female Lucario (not that there were many trainers who had them). It may have been cliché, but I liked it a lot. We quickly became inseparable, even more so after I was transferred to a special trainer's school instead of a regular one. We excelled in our classes even though I hated battling, I couldn't stand to see her hurt. Over the years we got so close we finished each other's sentences, I could always count on her. She actually saved my life once, that story came to mind as well, it wasn't nearly as uplifting as the story of how we met, but it had everything to do with why I was so miserable today. You see, I'm a hybrid. Scion of a relationship between a pokemon and a human, a pariah scorned and vilified by human society. Hybrids are rare because, well let's face it, there just aren't many combinations of pokemon and human that can viably conceive. Most of them fighting types, given the similarities in body structure, other hybrid crosses were possible, but the offspring rarely carried to term. The few hybrids that did survive were all marked in some way, usually quite obviously. A machop/machoke/machamp and human cross would usually have a blue skin tone and markings on his or her biceps for example. My father was a Lucario, somehow I'm the most human looking hybrid I've ever seen. I look totally normal physically, the only thing that sets me apart is my eyes, I have blood red eyes; but that's what color contacts are for. Hybrids live a lonely, stressful, and often dangerous life; pokemon accepted us just fine, but humans hated us. It wasn't as bad in the big cities anymore; it wasn't great by any stretch of the imagination, but not as bad. The smaller towns were worse. In some small rural towns...well, lynching wasn't unheard of. Most of us hid our parentage by any means necessary, and those of us that didn't often had to enter protective custody for fear of being mobbed. On my worst days I couldn't stand the injustice of it, it wasn't our fault! We couldn't choose our parents, so why punish us? I knew why of course: fear. Humans feared us. It turns out trying to cross humans and pokemon doesn't work very often, but when it does it produces strong offspring. I, for instance, am capable of Aura manipulation. Not to the extent that a Lucario is, but I can use Aura sight and manifest Aura spheres; they aren't as powerful as a Lucario's would be, but they can punch holes through trees and walls easily enough. I'm also much stronger and more resilient to damage than any normal human. I can bench press five hundred pounds without really trying. These traits help me out on my job tremendously, but I have to be extremely careful not to do anything that would make anyone suspicious. Humans fear us because we are more powerful, and they persecute us to try and keep us from 'taking over'. Please, as if we would want to. All the hybrids I've met and talked to (the ones who knew about me and vice-versa) share a kind of deep-seated disdain for politics and politicians, more so than most humans. Politicians would do anything to remain in power, and if enough people called for Hybrid Registration... A few radical politicos suggested such things every election, thankfully there weren't many. Their plans were almost all identical and they would all make us second class citizens at best, lab rats at worst. We would be taken from our homes and families, our pokemon taken away from us, and we'd be 'studied' in the interests of 'understanding us'. Thankfully they never made any progress, I could never be sure why, but I had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the fact that a lot of the private contractors that police forces hired when things got severely out of control, or governments hired when things had to be done 'quietly' happened to be hybrids. I had actually gotten a job offer by a mercenary captain once, I had turned him down politely but I knew he had his eye on me. I also knew that if a Hybrid registration law did pass, he and his men would do their damndest to make an example of whoever passed it. I was lucky really, normally a hybrid finds out he or she is a hybrid in one of three ways: 1. Their parents come out and tell them, 2. They have obvious markings that give them away, and 3. They are found out in a medical examination. There weren't many medical tests that could confirm hybrid status, but some hybrids were so radically different than humans on a biological level that inconsistencies in more common tests were so great the doctors put two and two together. In case you were wondering, the way I was found out was somewhere between two and three. I was a fairly sick kid, there was always something hurting: eyes, ears, arms, legs, stomach, head, take your pick. Since my foster father was the dean of medicine I was able to get the best medical care, and I really have to hand it to those doctors; they really did try their absolute hardest. They just couldn't find what was wrong. A few months after I got Lucia the pains got worse, and more frighteningly I started going blind. It wasn't really noticeable at first, things got a little blurry, but things rapidly escalated. Within a few weeks of it starting I could barely see. Mom and dad were frantic of course, and the doctors at the hospital were baffled. I showed had an increased white blood cell count as though I was sick, but every test they ran came back negative. I was healthier than most kids my age, there was no medical reason I should be losing my sight and in this much pain. Ross tore himself apart trying to help me; it really speaks to his character how far he went. Since he was the dean of medicine he pulled rank and got copies of every test they tried on me, and he would stay up late every night, pouring over every medical text he could get his hands on, it was futile. There just weren't any answers anywhere...until one night something caught his eye. My eyes. They were the key. \flashback\ I was in my room, I had gone to bed at eight or so, it was midnight now but I was still awake. Ever since I my eyes started going I had trouble sleeping, the pain was manageable, but not the fear. It's truly terrifying to lose the sense you depend on most. Lucia had become my guide by necessity, right now she was curled up in bed beside me, her evolved form tucked against my side with a paw around my waist and her head on my chest. She was worried about me, not that I could blame her. I barely slept anymore, and I ate less than half of what I should have. I lost thirty pounds since this started two months ago, they really aren't pounds I have to spare, I'm skinny as it is; down thirty pounds I'm cadaverous. Lucia stirred suddenly, breaking my reverie. "Ross is coming." She said, keeping her arm around me. We technically weren't supposed to sleep like this anymore, but I didn't care. Having her here was the only way I could sleep anymore. Before I could answer Ross opened the door. "Adam, come to my study. I think I have something." He turned and walked out, clearly expecting me to follow. I got up and went to walk out but Lucia stopped me. "I'll help." Suddenly I was angry and embarrassed, I could find my way through my own house thank you very much! The indignation faded quickly, and guilt took its place. She didn't deserve that. I held out a hand and she took it, leading me along. I could have made it on my own, but she was upset too, and this helped her. When we did get to the study Ross sat me down in a chair across from him and told me to keep my eyes open and look at him. I was more than a little confused, but I did as he said. He pulled out some of the pictures they took of my eyes and started looking back and forth. After a while I got seriously cold, the house could be drafty and I was only wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt. "Your eyes are changing color." He said suddenly. "What? I thought your eyes didn't change." What did that have to do with anything? "They normally don't, but this is a clue! If we can figure out why they're changing maybe we can figure out what's wrong and how to fix it!" He was excited; I let him have his moment without sharing my own private doubts. "What...what do you think could make his eyes change?" Lucia was even more uneducated about human biology than I was, and she was probably more confused than me. Ross looked at her and was about to say something but then he froze. As close as we were I could make out his face enough to see the glimmer of an idea cross his face. It wasn't fully formed, but he had a hunch. He studied my eyes closely and then looked at Lucia; he switched back and forth for a while, growing more intent as he did so. And more grave. Then he shuffled through some of the papers on his desk and looking at them in quick succession. The dawning of realization on his face turned to denial...and fear. "I...I think I might know. But I need to do one more test, to be sure." He reached into a small box and pulled out a needle and an alcohol swab. "I need a sample of your blood." I hate needles. Hate hate hate hate hate. "O...okay." Ross scrubbed the crook of my left elbow with the alcohol swab and I looked away as he inserted the needle. Lucia put her paws on my shoulders reassuringly. I hated myself for being such a baby, but it felt nice. It was over quickly. I put a bandage on the sluggishly leaking puncture myself, trying to salvage a little pride. "Okay, go back to bed now. I should know for sure tomorrow." He sounded like he hoped he wasn't right, that couldn't be good. I let Lucia lead me back to my room, we were both silent as we went. Once we were both back in bed neither of us could sleep for a long time, exhaustion finally set in sometime around three in the morning. The next day I was a mess, barely three hours of sleep, in pain, and preoccupied with what had happened the night before, thankfully my teachers were more than willing to cut me some slack. When I got home I found that waiting was even harder than it was at school. I couldn't focus on anything that could pass the time. Three o'clock rolled around, then four, then five. By the time dad got home at eight I was so strung out I was ready to snap. Mom tried to talk to him when he came in but he interrupted her before she could get a single word out. "Come to my study. I know what's happening." Needless to say, we followed. When we got in dad actually locked the door, as if he was afraid someone was going to burst in. I was too anxious to sit, so were Lucia and mom. "I was able to run the last test I had to do without anyone noticing. There aren't any records of it; no one knows it was performed. Adam, all the aches and pains you had weren't growing pains. Your body is changing on a fundamental level." "So I have some kind of disease?" Please let him know, I just want to know. "No, Adam. You...you're a hybrid." Silence. "W-what?" No, no I couldn't be! "It was your eyes that made me start thinking. They were changing color. That didn't make sense, and when I took a look at Lucia's eyes, things began falling into place. I ran a specialized dna test on your blood Adam. Your father was a Lucario." I couldn't speak, there...there was no way. I looked at the test results, they were clearly labeled. Realization slowly set in. "I...I'm an abomination." I said slowly. Mom was crying, she was about to stop me but I didn't let her. "I'm a freak. If...if anyone finds out they'll-" Mom hugged me, hard, like she was trying to keep me from running away or something. Dad hugged me too. "No one will find out Adam, I've made sure of that." I hugged them back, after a moment Lucia joined in as well, careful of the small spike on her chest. I just stood there, unable to believe what was happening. I couldn't let anyone ever find out. I would always have to be on guard, I couldn't do anything abnormal. My friends would have to be watched for signs of suspicion...I'd never be able to marry. That came a as a serious blow, being an orphan I had always wanted a family and I had always planned on getting married and having children. Knowing that I would never be able to let someone get that close was more painful than I ever thought possible. "Sometimes when a hybrid is born...the changes aren't obvious at first, they grow slowly. When puberty starts it acts like dumping nitrous oxide into an engine: it speeds them up. That's what's happening." Ross explained. "The good news is that there have been a few case studies of Lucario hybrids that were in the hospital records. The eye changing is normal and your vision will come back, there's no way of knowing what traits will manifest themselves, but you will be able to see again." That would have been relieving if it weren't for the fact that my life was, in effect, over. "What do I do?" My voice was tiny, even to my own ears. No one said anything for a while, then Lucia spoke up. "You survive." I blinked and looked at her, confused. She met and held my gaze. "Being a hybrid doesn't change who you are. What you are and who you are...they're completely different things. It doesn't matter who your father was, you are still you." "How...how can you be so certain?" How could any of them even stand to be in the same room as me? "I have known you all my life Adam." She said, quietly. "I know who you are. This changes nothing." She sounded so...sure, like she was telling me that the sky is blue, or the grass is green. I clung to that. I needed it. "We can get you some color contacts for your eyes, and we can hide whatever else comes up. It will be okay Honey; you don't have to do this alone." Mom said, she was crying too. We all were, except Lucia. I felt so small, so vulnerable. I didn't know if I could do this even with their help. I pulled away and we all broke apart, standing awkwardly. "What are we going to do if...when my eyes magically get better?" We all looked at Dad, he was the only one who could answer that one. "There are a few rare diseases that have similar symptomology. I'll find the right textbooks and work from there. If worst comes to worst...a few people owe me some big favors." I didn't understand what he was saying for a second, when I got it I recoiled. Dad never played games, he never took bribes, he was fair. Always. "B-but that could...you could lose your job!" I all but shouted. "If that's what it takes, then so be it." No, no, he couldn't do that. "You can't say that! If you lose your job then-" "Then I will have lost my job protecting my son!" He said vehemently. Dad had always been very non-political, but at the same time he had always firmly believed that hybrids deserved to be treated fairly. Mom, who had been quiet until now finally broke her silence. "I...I will stand by you, Ross. No matter what happens." I couldn't believe this; they were willing to risk everything...for me. "Nothing in this world could take me from you, Adam." Lucia said, with the same bedrock assurance she had before. Maybe...maybe I could do this. I yawned, suddenly exhausted. "I think we should all go to bed. You especially, Adam." Said mom, I wasn't about to argue. "Yes, you need to sleep as much as possible. Your body is burning through a lot of energy just going through puberty, and the changes aren't making it easier. You need to eat more as well." Dad was in full-on doctor mode now, speaking on automatic while his mind was mapping the next step, medically speaking. "Okay...thank you." Lucia gently took my right hand in her paws and led me out as mom and dad said their goodnights. Neither of us spoke as we returned to my room, I changed quickly into my regular sleeping attire, pajama pants and a t-shirt; and climbed into bed. Lucia climbed in after me and pulled the blankets over us both, then she draped an arm over me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, she didn't protest. "Good night." She said softly, nuzzling me. "Good night." The next few weeks were hard. Murphy being my perpetual nemesis, the bastard, had seen fit to ensure that I found out the most soul-searing news you could ever hear right before finals. Under the best of conditions I am a nervous, high-strung wad of stress and anxiety; after learning the truth about my parents I was a complete ruin. My teachers all remarked to me that I looked horrible and perhaps I should stay home, given the circumstances they would be perfectly willing to let me take my finals a bit late, and even if I didn't take them at all I would still pass my classes. I politely refused, giving them the cover story Dad concocted, some rare disease that affects the optic nerve or some such. I can't even remember whatever it was he called it. I couldn't pronounce it anyway, it was thirty five letters long (I counted) and I ended up having Mom copy a page out of one of Dad's medical texts about it to avoid the trouble. I took my finals, despite the fact that everyone told me that I didn't need the stress or that I would pass my classes anyway so I shouldn't risk my health. The only one who didn't join in was Lucia, I think she understood that I needed to do this. I needed the normality to keep myself together. I aced all my finals, much to the amazement of my teachers and parents, if not exactly their pleasure. According to Dad I was now in the worst phase of the changes, it sure felt like it. I ached constantly, I was always exhausted, always hungry, yet too sick to eat much. I looked like a corpse not quite old enough to really rot, and even if the tests didn't require much energy (or thought for that matter), going about my regular school routine left me almost unable to move seeing as I was sleeping even less than I had been before. I was able to finish the tests themselves fairly quickly, and thankfully my teachers chose to look the other way when I put my head down and proceeded to lose consciousness until the bell rang. After finals were over and the school year ended I had no idea what to do with myself. If I stayed awake I couldn't help but think about my biological parents and what possibly could have happened that lead to me being born, so I settled for sleeping as much as possible. The downside to all of the free time I had was that I became obsessed. I sank into despair, which quickly turned to anger. I became thoroughly unstable and prone to fits of rage and depression. This put strain on everyone else, but I was too far gone to see it. I also ended up taking multiple trips to the hospital where I was 'treated' for whatever disease Dad had made sure I was diagnosed with. The only thing that could be done about the changes was to wait them out, and so I did. The extra sleep and food (practically shoved down my throat by mom) did wonders for my physical health, if not my increasing depression. I gained back the weight I lost, and a little more in the way of muscle; the constant aching finally stopped, and my eyesight came back; for which I was profoundly thankful. Things were not all sunshine and roses, however, with the return of my physical health also came the manifestations of my...unique biology. The first thing we all noticed was a sharp increase in sheer physical strength. I didn't get much in the way of muscle bulk, but what I had was quite powerful. Then my eyes, they finally changed from the same chocolate brown of my hair to blood red. We would have been grateful if things stopped there, so of course they didn't. Not long after my sight came back I was reading a book in my room and all of a sudden everything went black and blue will-o-wisps appeared everywhere, I just about had a heart attack. That was the first time I ever used Aura sight. It was bloody creepy then, and it's still bloody creepy now. After that first incident it seemed like my eyes had a mind of their own, Aura sight kicked on and off with increasing frequency and seemingly for no reason. The final straw came when I was out helping Mom in the garden and in a fit of ended up throwing my leather gloves at a thorny plant I had been trying to uproot after one of its thorns managed to pierce the leather and give me a painful jab. Instead of just throwing my gloves like I intended I also threw an aura sphere. It was unstable (if no less powerful for being so) and blew a nice two foot crater into the yard. Lucia walked over after seeing that and grabbed me. "Come on, we're going into the woods." I was, needless to say, confused. "What? Why? I have to help cl-" "Your abilities are out of control, I'm going to teach you how to reign them in." I couldn't argue with her logic, but as angry as I was with the world I'm afraid I wasn't very pleasant to anyone and I let that get the best of me. "I don't want to-" Lucia's paw caught me high on the right cheek and sent me sprawling before I could do anything about it. She had never done anything like that before. Ever. We all looked at her, Mom and Dad out of shock, me out of hurt. "You might not want to use these abilities, but you need to learn control. Now. Otherwise you will hurt yourself or someone else. Now come on, we're going." She sounded angry, not that I could really blame her. I had let my anger make me a thoroughly nasty person. She had had enough. I got up and followed her out into the woods without a word. Once we were sufficiently deep into the forest and away from any prying eyes she promptly found a clearing and pulled me into it. "First things first. Your power depends on your Aura. Aura is what humans would call life force. All living things have it, all living things need it to live. When you use Aura sight all you are really doing is feeling the aura of the living things in the area and translating it into a picture. Any questions?" She wasn't going to allow any games, or any stupid crap from me. I wasn't about to tempt fate. "Um...how do I turn it on and off?" She paused to think for a moment. "Will it on and off." That was helpful. "So...just tell it to turn on?" "If it helps, try imagining opening your eyes again after you've opened them. Try using it now." The visual aid helped, a bit, but I still wasn't able to get it to activate on command after a few minutes of staring into the woods looking like an idiot and growing more and more frustrated. Eventually she stopped me. "You can stop now, you're too frustrated to-" Right on queue it turned on. I had just turned to reply to her and ended up stumbling and falling to the ground. "Ow." She ignored me. "Hmm...looks like it's been activating when you get upset, that's normal. Now get up and try and walk around without your eyes open." "I'll just fall again!" I said, trying to brush the detritus off my pants, and not succeeding. "Without your eyes open you won't have visual overload trying to make sense of two different pictures at once, now get up and walk." I obeyed, managing to make a full circle around the clearing after ten minutes and multiple pratfalls. Nothing was as clear like this, the trees were indistinct towers of dim blue flame, and there were so many of them that almost all I could see was one big blue haze. Lucia stood out more, as did a few other pokemon in the area, but neither stood out very much. "Stop, that's enough for now. As you practice things will get clearer. Now turn it off." I only managed this after five minutes of concentration. "Now I'll teach you about aura spheres. Sit down, this will take a while." I did so, mindful of the bruises I'd just given myself a few minutes prior. "Can we go back to get lunch?" I was hungry, even if I had recovered my stomach was still delicate and I had taken to eating a miniscule breakfast to avoid nausea. "No, we're not going back until you've gotten enough control over yourself to avoid damaging something." She stared me in the eye, daring me to argue, I didn't. If things came down to a physical fight she would snap me in half. "Good. Now, Aura spheres are exactly that: spheres constructed of your own Aura. They can be extremely powerful, but they are dangerous in more ways than one. They are, of course, physically destructive, but more than that they are dangerous to you. Your Aura is your life force, it is not a toy, every time you form an Aura sphere you are expending some of your own vital energy." "So these could kill me?" I asked, horrified. "No, not directly. But if you use enough of your Aura you will lose consciousness, which will leave you vulnerable. You can't use enough in one go to completely drain yourself and die, but using too much over a short time can weaken your health or, if you were monumentally stupid and repeatedly drove yourself into unconsciousness you could shorten your lifespan." "How long does Aura take to...recharge?" I asked hesitantly, the more I heard about this stuff the less I wanted to use it. "It depends. It's affected by how much you eat, how much sleep you get, if you are injured in any way and your emotional state. The more you feel the more powerful and unstable it becomes. Sound familiar?" I winced and looked away. "Good, you should be upset by that." She said Coldly. "You could have seriously hurt someone, and that is why you are going to sit in that spot until you can manifest small spheres at will. That is nowhere near the level of control you need, but it will have to do for now." I didn't think I would ever be able to look her in the eye again. "How do I manifest them?" "Feel your Aura and push it towards your hands, then shape it like a snowball." We must have been there for hours, my stomach started growling ten minutes after her instructions, but she glared at me so fiercely when I looked up to ask if we could take a break that I didn't even open my mouth. I sat there, trying to 'feel my Aura' without any kind of results until I was ready to snap. While I sat there all the anger, all the despair, all the self-loathing that I had been soaking in since I found out about my parents started to simmer, then boil, and finally overflow. "I've had enough, I can't do this!" I shouted, standing up and turning to go home. Lucia was in front of me, blocking my path in an instant. "I didn't tell you to stop." I was too angry to care about anything anymore, I was in a blind fury. "And I don't give a shit! I'm done!" I took a step to the side but she was in front of me, paw raised, with an aura sphere sitting lightly on it. I froze, shocked even through my rage. "What the hell?" "If you go back without learning any kind of control you'll hurt someone, I won't let that happen. Sit. Down." "No! I'm don-" She didn't waste any time, the next thing I knew I was flying backwards, vaguely aware that I had taken an aura sphere to the chest. Then my back hit a tree. Hard. I was back on my feet in an instant, she was had covered half the ground between us in the mean time and was showing no signs of slowing down. The next few minutes are a blur of rage and pain as she ran circles around me and beat me into the ground. The last clear memory I have was getting up for the nth time only to see her paw headed towards my face. Then everything went black. When I woke up it was night, the stars were out and I could hear nocturnal pokemon going about their business. I managed to get to my feet, barely, only to see Lucia standing ten feet away. "Have you decided to give up yet?" I wanted to go on fighting, but I knew it was a lost cause, she had demonstrated painfully and thoroughly just how much she outclassed me. "Why?! What's the point? I'm obviously incapable of learning to control this!" I shouted, I had proven just how complete a failure I was, why couldn't she see it? "You are not going back without learning control." She said, uncrossing her arms and getting ready to fight again. I screamed in frustration and slammed my fist into the tree beside me. At the last second an aura sphere gathered around my palm and all but detonated the tree. I flinched away from the blast, but I couldn't protect my hand or arm. A shard of wood the size of a chef's knife was buried in my right bicep, pierced all the way through, it hurt like I couldn't believe, but I welcomed the pain. I reached up and jerked it out, not caring about the wound, or the blood, and with the pain came a sudden epiphany. This had been where I had been headed all along. I had been consumed by self-loathing and anger, and I had been self-destructing. That's why I hadn't been eating as much, even after I wasn't really feeling sick, I had managed to make myself sick. That's why I had insisted on taking the finals when I should have rested and taken the offers of a makeup day. And I realized how I had been treating everyone around me and suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I sat where I was, head bowed, silently examining how far I'd fallen since I'd learned I was a hybrid for a few minutes before I heard Lucia approach. "Care to say something?" There was nothing I could say to make up the way I had treated her. I was silent for a long time, what could I say? "I've been acting like a fucking moron." I finally whispered. "I was so obsessed and selfish I neglected everything...and everyone. I fucked up." She knelt in front of me, but I couldn't look her in the eye. Not after the way I had been acting. "Look at me." The anger was gone from her voice, but it was still stern. I did as she told me to. "You are right. You did screw up. You did become obsessed...and that is why your power was out of control." I must have looked as confused as I felt. "Huh?" "Remember when I told you your Aura is affected by emotion?" I nodded. "Think, how have you been feeling the past few weeks?" Arceus, I didn't need to think to answer that. "At first I was...in denial, then I guess I got really depressed...then angry...at everything...at everyone..." "And yourself." She added quietly. "As constantly upset as you were, there was no way you were going to be able to control yourself. Just getting Aura sight to work even sort of on command when you were like that was a miracle. You were never going to get an Aura sphere on command." She let me look away and think. All I could think about was how stupid I'd been, I couldn't help but think I deserved the wound I'd just given myself, already clotting but still painful. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for how I've been." I would have to do a lot to make up to her. I might not ever be able to. Her left paw gently pushed my chin up so I was looking her in the eyes. "I forgive you." She whispered. "B-but-" "Adam, no one could blame you for feeling the way you did. No one. The mistake you made was trying to hide it. You started blaming yourself and acting out of that anger. You realized your mistake, now you just need to start working on fixing it." She made it sound like I had dropped something or was late to a meeting, not like I had abused our friendship the way I had. "You...you aren't mad at me? Even after how I've been?" She shook her head. "No, I'm not mad Adam." My cheeks were disgustingly wet as I timidly held out my good arm, half expecting to be reprimanded. She hugged me, not hesitating for a second. I hugged her as tightly as I could with only one arm. "You don't have to hide anything from me." She let me stay like that for a long time, occasionally reassuring me that she wasn't angry and that I had been forgiven. But eventually she pulled back. I saw her glancing at my arm and I figured I knew why. "We should probably go back shouldn't we?" I asked. "Yes, your parents are sure to be worried. We'll have to get your arm taken care of, and I'm sure you're hungry too." She said as she gave helped me to my feet, and I was suddenly ravenous. "Lucia, I'm sorry for making you do this." I might have been forgiven, but I still owed her an apology, and more besides. "I told you Adam, I forgive you. Now come on, let's go home." She smiled and I followed her. It took us a while to get home, and when we did get back Mom and Dad were not happy. Almost the instant I was in the door Dad had his little medical bag out, and was cleaning off my arm while both he and mom took turns yelling at me for staying out late without telling them. They weren't angry about that though, they were worried certainly, but they were tired of my behavior, not that I could blame them, and this had been the final straw. I sat there, not saying anything until they were done. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?" Asked mom, as dad finished cleaning off the cut with alcohol swabs. "Yes." I said, subdued. "I've been acting like an idiot for the past few weeks. You didn't deserve that, and I've been way out of line. I'm sorry." That gave them pause. "I believe him." Said Lucia. "He's already apologized to me." Mom and Dad looked at each other, and eventually Mom nodded. "Okay. We forgive you Adam." "Making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person, learning from them makes you a good one." Said Dad from his place in the chair beside me. "I'm going to have to stitch this shut, and I don't have much besides extra strength Tylenol for the pain." "That's fine; I've more than earned it." I said, accepting the pills he handed to me and swallowing them dry. "Don't start down that road again. That's what got you here." Said Lucia, she wasn't angry or yelling at me, for which I was very thankful. "Accept your mistakes, but don't let them rule you." I was about to respond, but Dad started stitching. That stopped me from saying anything. I swear the stitches hurt more than getting the original wound did. By the time he was done my throat was raw from holding back shouts. "There, done." I sagged into my chair, breathing heavily. "Now I think we should all go to bed, it's after midnight." "Y-yeah...I need to eat something first." I said, shaky from pain and low blood sugar. Even though I hadn't eaten since technically the day before nothing looked appetizing, and pain has a wonderful way of making you a mite queasy, but I had to eat. I settled on some left over chili that I mixed with left over caesar salad. I've always had unique tastes in food. Lucia, who was currently demolishing a few bushels of pecha berries looked at the mixture and all but gagged. "You...you can't seriously like that?" I looked at her, confused. "Sure, why not? So what if the lettuce is a little limp? It's still crunchy enough to make a nice textural counterpoint to the chili, plus the creamy texture and flavor compliment the chili nicely. And besides, I like chili and I like caesar salad, so why wouldn't I like them both at the same time?" She just looked at me like I was insane, then she just shook her head. I grinned, this was...normal. Normal felt good. I like normal. "Just...don't make yourself sick." She said doubtfully, then she walked over and hugged me gently, careful of my arm. "I'm going to bed; see you in a few minutes." I awkwardly wrapped my left arm around her (the one I had been eating with) and bade her goodnight. I finished the rest of my meal quickly, my exhaustion eclipsing my hunger, and followed her. She was still awake by the time I made it to my room. The house was bloody ancient and my room had a nice bathroom attached, which I really liked. I stripped out of my soiled clothes, and grabbed some sleep pants, underwear and a t-shirt before heading to the bathroom and taking a shower, not too warm lest I fall asleep in the stall...don't look at me like that, it has happened. I can sleep anywhere. I toweled off and changed in my room, the bathroom floor was old and years of getting wet had damaged the flooring a bit. Dad had called someone in to fix it, but they hadn't come in yet and no matter how many times Dad said it was fine it still made me nervous enough to habitually change in my room. Being naked around Lucia had long since stopped being embarrassing or awkward, she was fuzzy on the whole clothing concept and never quite understood why humans wore clothes, despite my numerous attempts to explain it to her. After the fifth time she poked her head into the shower stall to ask me something, it just didn't seem as important anymore. After I donned my night clothes I crawled exhaustedly into bed, Lucia made room for me and after I settled in she pressed herself against my side, Arceus it felt nice to be like this again. "I'm sorry Lucia." Her eyes opened and she looked at me sleepily. "Adam, I forgive you. Nothing more needs to be said, it's in the past." She yawned. "Don't beat yourself up over it." "Still...is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" "Yes, go to sleep." She grinned and gave me an affectionate nudge on the shoulder and laid her head back on my chest. I draped my left arm over her and after I gathered up some courage I leaned down and kissed her cheek. She smiled tiredly and snuggled closer. I smiled back and closed my eyes. The next day Lucia informed me that she would be continuing to teach me how to control my abilities, and teach me how Lucario fought. According to her it was instinctive, but I might need some help granted I had 'all that human in you, mucking things up and making you paranoid'. I chose not to comment on that, but I was a bit nervous about fighting with my arm still not recovered, it was much better than any normal human's arm would have been, but it wasn't healed. After we ate breakfast (still not much in my case, as it turns out, chili and ceasar salad doesn't make for a nice morning after, thankfully Lucia didn't indulge her right to say 'I told you so'). Lucia led me to a different clearing, one by a stream this time and started teaching. This was totally different than the last time. First off, she didn't have me trying Aura spheres, second: she went slower and explained things more thoroughly and third: she let me rest periodically. The rest of the summer followed this pattern almost without interruption and I have to say, Lucia was a great teacher. She was patient with me, she only pushed when I really needed it and most importantly she realized that this was a very emotional subject for me she never made light of how I felt about it, and she made always pointed out what I had accomplished whenever I got discouraged or depressed. She was the best teacher I've ever had. Even more so after the last of my abilities reared its ugly head. I can't exactly remember much about the first time I used Extreme speed, just that before I used it Lucia and I had been joking around and she had taken my shoes after we had gone swimming in a small pond and I had been chasing her. Then things get real fuzzy. As I heard the story later I activated Extreme speed while I was chasing her and ended up running face first into a tree and knocking myself unconscious. When I woke up a few minutes later I was groggy and confused. Lucia led me back to the house where Dad deduced that I had a concussion. (He asked what happened and I {or so I was told} replied: 'I'unno...go fast. Then treebark scratchy.') Bless her heart, Lucia never laughed; even though it must have been hilarious, I know Mom and Dad sure thought it was. Thankfully Extreme speed was easier to get a handle on than my other abilities; it was literally just like flipping a switch. By the end of the summer I had mastered my abilities to the point where I wasn't a danger to myself or others, which I was happy about, now if only I could be more sanguine about going back to school. \end flashback\ The water in the cramped shower stall was getting quite cold, I must have been in here for at least an hour. With the end of my reminiscing my despair came back like a tsunami rushing over a beach, though I wasn't as paralyzed by it now. I turned off the water and got out. I dressed lethargically and stepped out of the bathroom, preparing myself for Lucia's inevitable well-intentioned prodding. I found her sitting on the couch in the living room/dining room/kitchen of our small apartment. She looked up at me as I came out of the bathroom and was about to say something but thought better of it as I walked over to her and sat down next to her. She wrapped her arms around me worriedly, I returned the gesture, feeling a bit better as I did. "What happened?" "I was with Amy...things...didn't go well." Amy is...was, my girlfriend of three years. I met her not long after I entered college (at seventeen), we had met in a class and I would have thought nothing more about her after the class was over, we got along well, but I tend to obsess with my studies and I've never really enjoyed the company of people as much as I do pokemon, with a few notable exceptions. She, on the other hand, was quite interested in me and ensured that we ran into each other repeatedly. I was totally oblivious to her (in retrospect) increasingly obvious overtures, and mistook them for her just being friendly, I reciprocated the conversations she initiated and was always polite, but after a while I began thinking it was a bit creepy. Eventually she broke down and asked me out on a date point-blank. I was surprised, but accepted, not having any idea how to go about dating, but having even less of an idea how to say no. We had been together ever since, and things had gotten progressively more serious between us. We had both met each other's parents, she and Lucia got along well, and there had even been talk of marriage, the only reason I entertained that at all was the fact that she had always believed in hybrid's rights. She was a member of multiple groups supporting them, and she actually participated in the group activities instead of just signing up for the sake of saying she signed up. I was planning to propose: I had the ring secreted away on my person, I had made reservations at a very nice restaurant that we both really liked, and we had gone on a walk to a scenic (and secluded) overlook with a terrific view of the sea near Pastoria city. There was only one problem: she didn't know I was a hybrid. I had to tell her that before I proposed, it wouldn't be fair to her to find out after she had said yes. I had agonized for days over how to tell her, Mom, Dad, and Lucia said I should just be upfront about it, but I wasn't nearly as sure as they were. I thought about it constantly as we walked. When we got to the overlook and she started talking about marriage, I knew I couldn't postpone it any longer. \flash back\ The sea breeze was gently caressing the sweat on my face and hands, chilly but welcome. I could smell the salt from the sea and the rain on the storm not far off. I turned to look at Amy, dazzling in a simple but elegant black skirt and white blouse, she had never been one for overly fancy clothes, something I appreciated. Her light brown hair falling over her shoulders beautifully, she was beaming at me as we stood at the overlook, watching the sea. I belatedly realized she was talking to me. "Adam? Are you with me? You've seemed a little distracted tonight, what's up?" This was it, the moment of truth. I took a deep breath and turned to face her. "Amy...I love you, we've been together three years now and you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." She had seen this coming, but didn't look any less happy for it. Now I really felt sick. "But...before we commit to that...you need to know something." She was confused now. "Adam, what are you talking about?" My heart was beating faster than I ever thought possible. My vision honed to crystal clarity, the world seemed to slow down. There was nothing for it now. I reached up and pulled out the color contacts that disguised my eyes and looked at her. She gasped when my she saw my sanguine eyes. "Amy...I...I'm a hybrid." She was stunned. Frozen in a state of shock. Silence reigned as I tried to think of something to say, she beat me to it. "You...Arceus, your eyes." She was scared, no no no! "Amy, I'm not any different than-" Her right hand caught me across the cheek, silencing me. "S-stay back!" She was backing away frantically. "Amy, I-" I took one step forward and she screamed and ran. I stood there with my arm half outstretched for a few moments before fear kicked in. She was hysterical, there was no telling what she would do. If she told the police I had assaulted her I would end up in jail, no judge in the world would take my side. I hastily put the color contacts back in and activated my Aura sight. She was running through the woods near the point, a stupid idea, especially at night. At least she wasn't heading towards town and the police. I ran after her, hanging back far enough that she wouldn't notice me. Eventually her course bisected a bike path and she slowed down, following it for a few minutes until she found a bench. She collapsed into it and started crying. I waited, hidden off the trail and out of earshot. I didn't want to hear her as well as see her, hunched over with her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking. To my sight her aura was dark and oily, she was miserable. And I had caused it. I waited until the crying stopped before cautiously approaching, deliberately making enough noise to announce my presence before she saw me. When I did appear she winced and moved back a little, but she didn't run. I stopped where I was and waited for her to say something. It took a while, but she eventually spoke up. "You...you never told me." "I've been keeping it secret for years." She looked up at me. "Did you not trust me?" She might as well have stabbed me in the heart. "I told you tonight because...because I made up my mind that you were the one." She looked down and didn't respond for a long time. After what seemed like years she finally spoke. "I...I don't think...I don't think I can be with someone who would keep secrets from me." That came almost like a physical blow. I hadn't had a choice! "And...and even if I could...you're a hybrid. If anyone ever found out..." I was suddenly too tired to point out that she had always supported hybrid equality. I just didn't want to do this anymore. I just wanted to curl up in some dark corner and stay there. Maybe forever. "I understand." I said tonelessly. We stayed where we were for a few moments, but she eventually got up. "I-I won't tell anyone. But we can't...we can't see each other anymore I'll tell my parents...something... I'm sorry." She left, walking the wrong way to get back to town. For a second I debated letting her take the long way back, but if I gave her any reason to expose me she might do it. "Town is the other way." I said, just loud enough for her to hear. She froze for a second, and then kept walking in the same direction she had been. Fine, have fun walking an extra ten miles in the dark. I turned my back to her and set off through the woods. \end flashback\ "Adam..." "I know." Silence. "She was wrong." I laughed bitterly at that. "No, she was right. I kept a secret from her, what else am I hiding?" I said, sarcasm infusing my voice, getting up and pacing for a few steps before the anger died away and grief took its place. "She should have accepted it! You proved that you are a good person, this just proves that she is weak!" Lucia snarled. I jumped, I didn't expect Lucia to be so angry, but she was practically foaming at the mouth. "If she can't accept you for who and what you are after getting to know you for three years!" Words failed her, and she growled fiercely. I was shocked to see her like this. I had never seen her this angry before. "Lucia!" She jerked and buried her muzzle in a paw, breathing heavily. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten like that." She suddenly turned and hugged me, squeezing painfully tight. "But that still doesn't excuse her." I hugged her back, wincing as I did. "It's alright Lucia...come on, let's go to bed." She nodded and followed me to my room, helping me put new bedding on the bed. The apartment was a two bedroom, and the other one was hers, but occasionally we still slept in the same bed, a habit we didn't really try to break, we both knew we should, but right now I didn't care, I just wanted to know she was there next to me. Maybe then I could sleep. We crawled in bed together and she cuddled up against me, like so many times before. Neither of us was able to get to sleep, and we just laid there, silently, for a long time. "She had no reason to do what she did." Lucia wasn't ready to let this go apparently. "You would be a fine mate." "I can't blame her for-" Lucia suddenly rolled on top of me, pinning my arms with hers and pressing her lips against mine. My eyes flew open wide, unable to believe this. After a long time she pulled back. "You may not blame her, but I do." Her voice was thick with emotion, and she hadn't moved her arms. "You are a great male, you would make a wonderful mate...I saw that a long time ago." She sounded like she was going to continue, but trailed off. Slowly, I realized what she was saying. "Lucia..." She overrode me, now that the floodgates were opened, they couldn't be closed so easily. "You were always gentle, kind, even after finding out you were a hybrid. You had some trouble at first, but who wouldn't? You put your friends before yourself, and you make me feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt me when you're close by. It was horrible, watching you get close to her. I wanted to be happy for you, but I couldn't. I wanted to beat her until she stopped moving, but you were so happy. I...I couldn't do that to you." She was rambling, not even looking me in the eyes, just venting everything she had felt. I eventually found my voice again and spoke up. "Lucia...I...I can't do this now. I'm sorry, but it's too soon. If we do something we regret later..." She winced. "I know. I know!" She sniffed. "I...I've just been holding this back for so long that I needed to say it. I needed to tell you. I know it's too soon and I know how you must feel about this kind of relationship but...Adam, I love you." Her voice was tiny at the end. She was in just as much emotional turmoil as I was, I realized, she had watched the one she loved with someone else for years, unable to do anything but smile and encourage it. It must have killed her inside. After I found out I was a hybrid I never thought I'd be able to marry, because what woman worth marrying would be willing to marry a hybrid? None. When Amy came along, it was too good to be true. I didn't want to look a gift ponyta in the mouth, but I had gotten burned anyway. Lucia must have felt the same way as I had, caged. Trapped by unfair circumstances and left to slowly decay inside. That must have been awful. I could see the emotion on her face, and now that I looked back I could see it. Each time I had been with Amy must have been a stab in Lucia's heart. Suddenly I found myself not caring about Amy as much. She had spurned me after three years of a great relationship. I had always been a gentleman, always complimented her, always pulled out chairs and opened doors. I had never pushed for sex, we had held hands, hugged, and rarely kissed. She had always said, time and again, that hybrids deserved equality, and in the end she dropped me because I was a hybrid. Lucia was still hovering over me, unsure of what I would say. "Lucia...you've always been there for me when I've needed you. You've supported me, helped me, stopped me from making mistakes...you would be the best mate anyone could ever have." Tears were falling down her cheeks now. She shifted when I tried to move my arms, moving her paws. I reached up and cupped her cheeks in my hands, brushing away tears. Then I pulled her muzzle slowly down until it was pressed against my lips in a kiss. We luxuriated in the kiss until we were forced to break apart for air. After we had caught our breaths Lucia moved in again and we repeated the whole thing. Things got intense very quickly and before either of us knew it she was laying on top of me. "Adam...if we keep going..." She said, breathing heavily. We both were. "If we keep going...we might..." "I know." I said, pulling her down again. She didn't resist. She clung to me, pressing the length of her body against mine. My arms were wrapped around her, one on her lower back, and one between her shoulder blades. After another kiss she spoke again. "Are you sure...you're okay...with this?" She said between gasps. I was not in any shape to think about this, I was in a very good shape to act though. Instead of replying verbally I gently rested my left hand on her cheek and slowly trailed it down her body. She closed her eyes and wallowed in the feeling, I repeated the motion, gradually making my way to more...sensitive areas. Just about the time my hands were reaching her chest her paws maneuvered their way under my shirt and began pulling. A few seconds later the only clothes left were my underwear. Lucia was much more primal than I had ever seen her. The release of the emotional turmoil she'd been living with for three years and the acceptance of the one she loved combining to strip her of any sense of inhibition she had. She was looking at me so intensely I was surprised I didn't ignite, and she was straddling me, grinding herself against my erection through the cloth of my underwear. I reached down and pulled them off, Lucia helped me very eagerly. Now she was grinding herself directly against me, I moaned. I couldn't help it. She grinned and continued the grinding, her grin getting bigger each time I vocally expressed my pleasure. I wasn't going to last. I knew that much. I reached up and took hold of her sides, pulling her down to the bed. She went along with it, lying down and spreading her legs to give me access. I awkwardly rolled on top, careful not to crush her or hurt myself on her small chest spike. She was smiling widely now, squirming eagerly. I slowly began thrusting, trying to find her entrance. It took me a while, and I had to move slightly, but I found it. She arched her back, moving her hips up and presenting me with complete access to her warm body. I pushed myself into her slowly, stretching her body and eventually I felt her hymen give way, we both moaned as it did. I held her as close as I could and kissed her cheek, letting her adjust to me. She felt soft and slick, better than I ever could have imagined. After a few moments of rest I pushed in a little further, then a little further still. After I hilted myself I stopped and simply luxuriated in my first penetration, Lucia wasn't as patient. She began moving her hips awkwardly, just as ignorant of what to do as I was. I resumed my thrusting gladly. Soon I felt something growing in my loins and I peaked before I could tell her. I moaned explosively as I finished, ejaculating inside her. I stopped, gasping to regain my breath. Lucia looked frustrated, I couldn't blame her. Thinking quickly, I fought through the surge of drowsiness that washed over me and pulled out; laying on my side beside her. She was about to move, but I stopped her and lowered my hand to her entrance, fingering it lightly, using some escaped semen as lubricant. This silenced any objections she had and I continued fumbling around, trying to note what made her moan and repeating it. "Tell me what feels good." I said as I softly played with the outer folds of her labia, enjoying her reaction. "Oh...that's terrific, don't stop." That felt really nice to hear. In fact...that was making me hard again. I moved my other hand down to my slowly hardening shaft and began helping myself along; it didn't take much to get myself fully ready again. I smiled and moved on top again, she looked at me surprised, but moaned ecstatically as I rubbed the head of my penis against her folds. She leaned up and whispered in my ear, as if she was afraid our neighbors could hear. "I love you Adam...please keep going." I nuzzled her and granted her wish, entering her again, slowly. This penetration was easier; my semen was providing more lubrication this time around. We were both awkward, and it was more than a little fumbling, but we loved every second of it. Lucia held my gaze and beamed at me the whole time, her arms wrapped around me. I tried to make it good for her, listening to her moans and trying to figure out and copy what I had done to cause them, but all too quickly I felt a familiar sensation building again. "L-Lucia. I'm gonna-" That was as far as I made it. I finished again. We both stopped moving, gulping air rapidly. I pulled my softening penis out of her and resumed playing with her folds. Bound and determined to give her an orgasm. She moaned and started thrusting her hips rhythmically against my hand, it took us a while but eventually we reached our goal. Her moans built to a crescendo despite all she could do to silence them, I kissed her, muting the sound. Her movements became erratic and I felt her walls contracting on the finger I had inserted inside her. I kept rubbing until she sagged onto the bed, then I carefully removed my finger and gathered her close to me. She snuggled against me happily, but this was different than the hundreds of times we had done this before, we were closer now. It was glorious. She looked at me tiredly, with a few tears falling down her cheeks. I brushed them away with the back of my hand. She smiled and nuzzled me damply. "I love you." She said, her voice thick with impending sleep and emotion. I nuzzled her back. "I love you too. Good night." I said, fighting off a yawn. Lucia wasn't able to suppress hers, and instead she nuzzled the crook of my neck and settled down to sleep. I wrapped my arms around her and followed her example, happier than I thought possible.
The Start Of High School: A Second Chance by Shyboy69s	#4 of The Start Of High School - As I drifted off into my dreams. I started to dream of being rejected by everyone as they restrained me with chains and As they passed by me they would hit me and laugh evilly.The pain I was feeling almost felt real, but yet it wasn't.I then realized that I was	[ "Bad Language", "Dalmatian", "Fox", "German Shepherd", "Kissing", "Wolf", "Wolfox" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51552-the-start-of-high-school-a-second-chance	As I drifted off into my dreams. I started to dream of being rejected by everyone as they restrained me with chains and As they passed by me they would hit me and laugh evilly.The pain I was feeling almost felt real, but yet it wasn't.I then realized that I was having a nightmare which was similar to the dream I had when I was little.The nightmare I was having was so terrible that I could feel my heart break apart slowly from it as it was starting to be filled with pain, but Suddenly out of no where came a loud ringing sound which woke me up.When I opened my eyes I saw that my clock was the one making the loud noise and for once in my life I was glad that it did. After a minute of recovering from the nightmare I turned off the alarm and I got up.I then walked to my closet and got some clothes and headed straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower.Once I was done I went downstairs to eat breakfast and saw my cousin eating pancakes I was surprised to see 6 on his plate.Because I couldn't even eat 3 without being completely full from eating the first two.Then I remembered that my cousin could eat as much as he wanted and never gain weight.Which made me kind of curious of how he was able to stay the same with out a slight change of appearance.Even when I was like 6 years old he was still eating a lot.Which actually made me think that he was a fat ugly alien who had eaten my real cousin and replaced him.Because I never met or thought that anyone in the world could eat that much. He then noticed me "oh hey cuz good morning" he said smiling "uh good morning to you too" I said after I was completely snapped out of my thoughts My mom then turned around "well good morning honey why don't you come down and eat some pancakes" my mom said in a happy tone as usual I then walked downstairs and sat next to Ken as we started to talk about our plans on how to spend our day today.After a minute of talking with Ken my mom had finished making me my breakfast and I was about to eat my it until I noticed Ken looking at it with his mouth opened and his eyes darting it.I then looked at his plate and found it completely empty. My jaws then dropped "your down already?" I asked with a surprised look "well yeah I'm a fast eater remember" he said with a grin on his face I then sighed "do you want it?" I asked him as I knew he wouldn't stop looking at my breakfast "can I really?" he asked in a extremely happy mood as his tail wagged uncontrollable from left to right "yes" I said as I sighed again "Thanks a lot" he replied still in the same mood as he started to eat it with big bites "jeez slow down its' like you haven't eaten for days" I said as I was amazed as it only took him below a minute to finish the pancakes He then drank water before replying "come on you know I always eat like this" he said smiling as he putted his arm on my shoulder "well I know, but I got to feel sorry for who ever brings you to a restaurant" I said Laughing "hey that isn't a nice thing to say" he replied as he attacked and pinned me on the floor "now boys no rough housing" my mom said cause she didn't want anyone to get hurt even though she knew I was the one who would actually get hurt. "sorry auntly May" Ken said as he got off me I then got up and saw the clock behind him "Oh my god I'm going to be late" I shouted as I grabbed my bag and ran to the door, but before I stepped out the house Ken Grabbed my bag and pulled me closer to him. "now cuz don't forget we have plans later cause I only have like 6 more days to stay" he said smiling "ok, but if you don't mind I'm going to be late to school" I said as I was trying to get out of his grip to run to school. "ok see ya later then" he said with a grin as he let go of my bag I then began to run to school as I tried my best to avoid anything in front of me.After 15 minutes of running I made it to school and only a few more minutes before the bell rang.I then walked in the school and noticed Skye and the others.Skye then saw me as he waved his hand "oh hey there Roberto we thought you were never going to come" he said smiling "I'm sorry its cause I was talking with my Ken" I said panting as I was still exhausted from running "Is Ken really here?" he asked with a surprised look "yeah" I replied still panting "cool" Skye said in a happy tone Then Kenneth and the others entered the conversation "whose Ken?" Kenneth asked with a curious look as he wondered who he was "yeah is he your boyfriend?" Jake asked also curious about who he was I then blushed "no he is not my boyfriend he is my cousin" I said now fully recovered from running to school "so what's he like?" Steven asked still curious my cousin I was about to tell them, but the school bell rang "aww its time for class I guess you got to tell us later" Steven said with a depressed look as he and his bro walked off to there class.Then me and the others started to walk to our class too, but suddenly I froze in my steps as I saw Dante walking towards us.Once Christen saw him he started to growl, but it was strange Dante just gave me a glance with nothing hidden in them not hatred nor sadness as he passed by us.We all then just stood there for a minute until he was a couple feet away from me. Then we continued to walk to class, but for someone reason I couldn't stop thinking of Dante its' like something was troubling him then I thought that it must an been the letter I left him.Once we got in class and sat down I started day dream off Dante, but then I was snapped out of my thoughts as Skye spoke "are you alright Roberto?" he asked wondering if I was feeling ok "Y-yeah" I replied "are you sure you look like something is bothering you" he said with a worried look "yeah its nothing" I replied trying not to look depressed He then looked back at me as I started to wonder in my thoughts again, but suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts again as the school bell rang signaling everyone to walk to there next class.I then got up and told Skye I'll catch up with them in a few minutes cause I had to use the restroom.I then walked alone to the restroom and when I got there I just turned on the faucet and splashed my face with water to get my self back together.After a few minutes getting a hold of myself I walked out of the restroom and started to walk to class, but I froze in my steps again as I saw Dante walk towards me, but like early he just gave me a glance as he passed by me.I then looked back at him with a confused look And took out my cell phone to send him a text message asking him what's wrong, but he didn't reply.After a few classes with thoughts about Dante troubling me the school bell rang as it finally had become time for lunch, but As soon as I had reached the table with a troubled look everyone started to ask me what what was wrong.I then just looked at them and told them I was fine.We then began to eat lunch, but it felt kind of weird since no one was talking it was just an awkward silence.Until the bell rang then we just got up and walked to our class still silent waiting for the day to be over.A few hours later the last school bell rang as school has finally ended.Me and the others then walked out of school still silent, but suddenly the silence broken by Christen "ok I just can't be quiet anymore so whats wrong with you Roberto your acting stranger then usual" he asked looking a little pissed "its nothi-" I was cut off short "don't say its nothing just say what's the fuck is wrong with you were your friends so you can tell us anything" he shouted now more pissed off at me Skye then walked in front of me "its' about Dante isn't it?" he asked in a concerned voice I then nodded my head "yah its' just because today he just passed us by without a word or even a expression" I said looking depressed "why the fuck would you care for him he hurtled you remember" Christen shouted still mad "I k-know, but he use to be my boyfriend a-and I still love him" I said nervously Everyone then had a surprised look on there face "really?" the twins said in sync "yes" I said looking down Skye then hugged me "its ok Roberto there's nothing to be sad about" he said trying to comfort me Then out of no where I heard my cousin's voice "Hey Skye long time no see" my cousin said in a good mood "oh hey Ken" Skye replied as he broke the hug and waved at ken as everyone else's jaw dropped.I guess I wasn't the only one who thought he was sexy He then walked up to me "are you ready to go to the mall?" he asked with a smile "yeah" I replied now with a happy look not wanting him to wonder what's wrong Then suddenly Christen putted his arm around me "so are you going to introduce us" he asked with a grin "oh yeah' I said almost forgetting about Christen and the others "well Ken this is Christen, Kenneth, and the twins Jake and Steven" I said as I walked to each of them to show who was who "well hello guys its' nice to meet you all I'm Ken Roberto's cousin" he said with a smile "so would you like to join us to the mall" I asked seeing that it wouldn't be nice of me not to invite them "yeah" they all Shouted "well it seems were going to have company huh cuz" Ken Said with a giggle "yeah I guess so" I said smiling till I got a text message I then checked who it came from. My eyes then widen as the text message was from Dante. The message said that he wanted to talk to me at the park near his place. So I had to think on my feet of what to say to everyone so I could go see him without them being suspicious. "uhh guys I got to get something at home why don't' you go to the mall without me" I said trying my best to keep a straight face "ok cuz just hurry well be in the mall so just call us when your there" Ken said with a curious look I then ran a few blocks from the school before reaching the park. After I got there I started look around, but I couldn't find Dante. So I just walked to a tree and sat under it for shade while I waited for him to show up. After a few minutes of waiting I heard Dante's Voice. It sounded like he was behind me so I looked behind the tree and saw him also sitting down. "D-Dante why did you want me to come here" I asked him nervously "I just called to you here to give you my answer to the message you left me" he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I then closed my eye and was glad that he was going to change back to his old self, but Suddenly he broke the kiss. "so would you give me a second chance Roberto?" he asked "yes, but please don't change again" I said as I hugged him He then lifted my chin up with his fingers "I'm sorry I only changed cause I was afraid of losing you to someone else" he said as we gazed into each others eyes I then leaned forward to whisper into his ear "As long as the chain connecting our hearts together doesn't break the bond we share shale live on through out our death and into the night sky of the moon" I then kissed him as time seemed to freeze in the world I have entered. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* I'm sorry if this is kind a hard to follow, but I had some family issues so it was a little hard to write this and I rushed this story a little, but anyway I hope you enjoyed it ^^ (I'm still bad at punctuation and some other things so sorry readers) Oh and I'm sorry that there was no sex in this one, but ill try to get some in the next chapter
Captivated: Arrival by Xijque	#2 of Captivated Second part, fox takes his new pet home. This is short and unfortunately as far as I ever got with this story - Captivated: 1) [Abduction](http://sofurry.com/page/95942) 2) Arrival The trip was indeed long. The first hour was fine, but at some point, the adrenaline rush wore	[ "Captivity", "Character Development", "Fox", "Light Bondage", "M/M", "Molesting", "Short", "Suggestive", "Unconciousness", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97670-captivated-arrival	Captivated: 1) [Abduction](http://sofurry.com/page/95942) 2) Arrival The trip was indeed long. The first hour was fine, but at some point, the adrenaline rush wore off. It was hard for the fox to keep driving with a defenseless wolf sleeping next to him. He would have loved to pull over and take advantage of him right then and there, but knew that waiting would make it that much better. Besides, he wanted the wolf to be conscious during his first sexual experience with another male. Because of this, the miles seemed to stretch on, never ending. The fox knew that this it would be like this before he left to get the wolf. He didn't like it, but such distance was necessary to keep the level of suspicion low. Although the fox had connections that allowed him to abduct people at will, he realized that it would be bad to shopping for toys in the same place. In a few days, someone would notice that the wolf hadn't been seen recently. The subsequent search would, of course, turn up nothing; the fox saw to that. Sometimes, if the object of his desire is high profile, some extra strings would be pulled, and the person would mysteriously "die" in an obscure place. No body would be recovered. This was the fox's specialty. Acquiring people and turning them into the perfect playthings for whoever had the resources to get one. Sometimes, it would take almost no effort to break them. Other times, it would take months for them to accept their place. The fox suspected that this would be the case with his newest project. The only difference between this wolf and any of the other myriad of others was that he was doing it for himself. This canine was going to be his, not sent off to someone else. After arriving at what could only be described as a mansion, the fox drove into an underground garage and haphazardly parked the car. Even though the lupine should be asleep for a few more hours, he didn't want a surprises. Carrying the large male wasn't easy, but the fox managed to get him into an elevator before having to put him back down. The fox lean him against the corner of the small room and hit the down button. His estate was once a test facility used for developing nuclear technology. Due to the nature of it's existence, few people ever knew it was created, and even less still knew. This made the large, underground building the perfect location for the fox, especially after it an even larger building was built above it. The cruel, yet cunning, canine could do whatever he wanted, without fear of being discovered. After a minute of staring at a flickering LCD screen, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Sighing at the renewed need for exertion, the fox hoisted the wolf over his shoulder and lugged him into a specially designed room, tossing him onto a bed. In all likelihood, the wolf wound not leave this room for the next month or two. This is where he would eat and sleep, in addition to everything else the fox would have him do, for a lengthy period of time. He wouldn't like it, of course, but he would have to earn the right to leave. Before the fox left the wolf alone, he grabbed a bag he'd hung over the bed post the day before and dumped its contents out next to the sleeping canine. These were the implements he thought he'd need to keep the wolf in line the next few days. Some of them were things he'd put to use now. Others would have to wait until his victim was awake. The first of these objects was a collar. For most of his time in this room, the collar would be the only thing the wolf would be permitted to wear. Since the vulpine wanted to see if he could get the wolf to undress himself, though, the clothes stayed. For now, though, he just tightened the strap around the captive's neck, turning it until a small black box sat under the wolf's Adam's Apple. For some time, the wolf would be annoyed by the feeling of the collar on his neck. Eventually, though, he'd get used to it. Originally, he planned on making the wolf were the collar and leaving him alone until the next day. However, the wolf was more feisty than the fox had expected; some extra precautions would have to be taken. With this in mind, the dominant fox tied a pair of mitts around the wolf's forepaws and secured one of his legs to a bed post. This, hopefully, would keep the lupine from being able fight back when he was awake. Deciding that he had better things to be doing, the fox walked out of the room, his tail swooshing behind him. Before leaving, though, he reaching into the wolf's shorts and groped him. He loved the feeling of molesting another guy. Sighing, he pulled paw back, gave it a quick sniff, and left. A few moments later, the door slid shut and the cluck of an electromagnetic lock engaging echoed across the room.
Our Divine Discontent by Squirrel	This wasn't supposed to hurt ... was it? Was this supposed to hurt? Ketchy sat on the couch. In the near-dark. Unblinking. Waiting. Waiting for him to come home (to their quarters). He was late. As usual. As always. And, as always, he would ... brush it off. Say he was too busy with stuff in	[ "Character Development", "Foreplay", "Leopard", "M/F", "Romance", "Sci-Fi", "Squirrel", "Suggestive", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10069-our-divine-discontent	This wasn't supposed to hurt ... was it? Was this supposed to hurt? Ketchy sat on the couch. In the near-dark. Unblinking. Waiting. Waiting for him to come home (to their quarters). He was late. As usual. As always. And, as always, he would ... brush it off. Say he was too busy with stuff in engineering. Stuff. What was stuff? Who was busy with stuff? He was too closed-off to elaborate on it. Or on anything. He'd been like that ... when they'd met. But she'd been lonely. Been desperate. Had thought, naively, that she could change him. Make him open up. That she could make this work. But he wouldn't change ... he was afraid to show emotion. Was afraid to talk of deep things. The kind that ... she didn't even know. She didn't know! Cause he wouldn't TELL her ... would not communicate. She longed to share herself. To communicate in ... full flower. To ... that's what mates did, wasn't it? Mates were close. So close. Mates were ... would give their lives for each other. That's what mates did. But she knew, if asked the question ... she would reply that, no, she wouldn't give her life for him. She wouldn't even need to hesitate ... in saying no. She was fond of him. She was ... had convinced herself, maybe, that this was love, but ... ... again, she came to the fact that ... this relationship was born out of desperation. Both of them had needed some kind of intimacy. Neither had thought it through. Neither was compatible, but ... they'd forged blindly ahead. And, now, it was falling apart all around them. And everyone knew it. She could see it in their eyes. How they looked at her with a gaze that seemed to say, "Poor Ketchy ... won't she ever be happy?" She felt their pity. And it made her sad ... when Fredrick got sad, he got MAD ... he had a rage problem. No one knew about it but her. She had seen him angry. Oh, he hadn't hurt her, but ... he'd scared he more than once ... with his glowering gazes. With his stalking, out-of-nowhere rants. And, now, Ketchy had fled into the arms of the ship's only otter. Denali. He was strong. He was ... sweet. He whispered things into her ear. He would do that. He would ... do lots of things with her. And to her. Oh, the things ... Ketchy closed her eyes. It would be too one-dimensional to blame this all on Fredrick. But she wanted to. She had tried so hard to make this relationship work. She had put SO much energy into it, and what had he put into it ... in return? What had he given back? What was his problem? And, if he HAD a problem, why wouldn't he TELL her what it was? She sighed in frustration. Opened her eyes. Still waiting. No one knew, yet, of her affair ... maybe Adelaide knew. Did she? Ketchy couldn't be sure. If you had a secret on this ship, you steered clear of the bat. And of Field, too ... the both of them. They were too moral for their own good. They would sense it. They would want to help, and ... all that ... But she didn't think anyone knew yet. But they would. It would only be a matter of time, and ... she needed to end this (with Fredrick) before that happened. She didn't want to be branded as a cheater. As someone who was prone to be unfaithful. She didn't want to be branded in any sort of bad way. No, she would ... dump Fredrick. And go stay in Denali's quarters. And ... something like that. Maybe ... she didn't know. She hadn't really thought this through ... not in clear fashion, anyway. She was simply in a lull. In a daze. Just ... accepting the heaviness of her reality. Where was he? Why did he spend so much time away from her? Field and Adelaide, Wren and Rella ... all the other duos on the ship, they ... were in LOVE. They LOVED each other, and they spent almost all of their free time with each other. Why didn't Fredrick spend time with her? Where was he? Engineering? Was he really in engineering, or was he doing yiffy things in the simulation room? Or ... was he on the snow rabbit station? Getting drunk ... or something. No, if he'd been getting drunk, she would be able to smell it. And tell it ... right? Wouldn't she ... But, ultimately, this was a ship of, what, eighty-four furs? Everyone knew everybody else. And they had NO mission ... right now. Other than to orbit the snow rabbit world. Other than to ... simply live. Simply survive. No, Fredrick stayed out at nights ... because he didn't want to come back to her. Because he didn't want to talk. Because things gotten so awkward. And how had it happened? How did it ever happen ... She was mated to him. And yet she was making love, daily, with Denali ... the otter. He worked in the science lab. He was the back-up medic. And it had been so easy to fall in love with him. And STAY in love with him ... while, at the same time, falling out of love with Fredick. And STAYING out of love ... with Fredrick. She dreamed, like all furs, of ... that one, magical mate. Who would forever satiate every desire. Every need. Who would be as much for you ... as you could be for them. Who would be your equal. Your ... partner. Your ... everything. She was jealous of so many of the other furs on this ship. Like, Assumpta and Azure ... the snow leopard and squirrel. What an unlikely pair. What a recipe for ... malfunction. And, yet, they were still together. And they were fine. You could see it in how they looked at each other. In how he smiled, and how she protectively positioned herself next to him ... in social situations. They'd been in a relationship of impossible odds. And they had made it work. Ketchy had gotten into a normal relationship ... with a normal squirrel. The odds should've been great. Should've ... The door swished. Ketchy turned her head. Fredrick stepped in. Pausing. And his whiskers twitched, and his tail jerked about (like a flag that had lost its luster). "Hey," he said, not really making eye contact. And going for the kitchen area. To the food processor. Getting an orange juice. He drank orange juice at all times of the day. She once asked him why he liked orange juice so much, and the response she'd gotten: "Dunno." That was always his response ... and she wasn't going to listen to that for her entire life. She wasn't going to ... she didn't want to hear that word ever again. "Fredrick," she whispered. No answer. His back turned to her. He sipped his orange juice. "Fredrick ... we have to talk." "I'm gonna take a shower ... " "No," she said. "My fur's all matted." "I don't care," she said, more harshly than ... her norm. "We need to talk." He looked to her. "And if you don't wanna talk ... fine. I'm used to it. But you're gonna listen," she said, voice getting quiet again. Her breath shook. "I'm ... I don't think this is working," she said. For she didn't know what else to say. How else to word it. It was the truth, wasn't it? "Well ... " "Well, what?" she pressed. Eyes boring into him. "What?" "Well, maybe you're just tired ... " "What?" She made a face. "Maybe if you get some sleep, in the morning ... " "No. No, this will NOT ... " She reigned in her frustration. Breathed. "This will not be better in the morning. It will not be better tomorrow. It will not be better next week. It's ... it's not working. Darling," she said, and trailed. When was the last time she'd called him darling? She didn't even remember. She cleared her throat. "I'm ... I have to leave," she said, eyes watering. Eyes darting. "I ... I've spent the past year ... you know, as ... " She shook her head. Breathed, breathed. "It wasn't a waste of time, but ... I mean, I don't regret it. I mean, there's no reason to regret things," she said, "in life. We can't change them. But we can learn from them. These things ... these things," she said, "make us who we are. Who we become. I believe in fate," she said. "This had to happen." A breath. She slowly brought her own tail around (to her front) ... and held to it. "And it has to end." She looked back up at him, eyes watering. She swallowed. A lump in her throat. Why was this so hard? Again, if it ... if this love wasn't working ... why was it so hard to let it go? Why was she crying now ... quietly, quietly crying. Fredrick went to the table. Sat down ... several feet away from her (and the couch). And he turned his glass around. Staring at the orange juice. He wore a blank expression. Didn't he even care? Wasn't he even going to show emotion ... even now? Now, of all times? Was he that cold ... "I honestly ... I don't know what I saw in you," she managed, through her sniffles. Paws wiping at her own eyes. "I know that sounds cruel, and I'm sorry, but ... I hate lying. I'm not gonna lie ... anymore. I ... and I think you know it, too. I don't think you love me. I don't think ... think ... I don't ... " She had to stop for a few seconds to compose herself. "I don't think you find me attractive." She gave a little sob. "I don't ... when you touch me, there's no fire in your eyes. Just ... a mechanical instinct. I hate it," she said. Fredrick twitched. Saying nothing. But his teeth were clenched. "You can get mad if you want, but you've ... you've no right to," she told him. Accusingly. "I gave you so much of myself!" A cry. "And you took it all for granted ... you ... oh, just ... I can't ... I can't do this anymore. I can't ... we're not mates anymore ... I'm leaving," she said. Her words coming erratically. "Fine," he said, almost growling it. With a disdain. "But I'm keeping our quarters." Ketchy buried her muzzle in her paws. Shaking. And she sniffled ... no, he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it ... she, after a moment, stood. And hesitated. And went into the bedroom. Emerged a second later with a bag. She had already packed her things. "Where are you going?" he asked casually ... dully. As she went to the door. "I'm going to live with Denali. I'm going to be his mate." Denali lived on E-deck, a few quarters away ... from Field and Adelaide. "Denali? The fox?" She sniffled. "He's an otter ... you ... " She was going to call him some kind of name, but ... didn't. "He's an otter. And I love him." And she added, as a verbal dagger, "And I don't love you. I'm not sure ... if I ever did." In a way, she regretted those words ... as soon as they'd been spoken. But, in a way, she ... it had been satisfying. And maybe it was true ... maybe what she thought was love ... never was. Maybe she didn't yet know what love was. Maybe she would find it with Denali. Maybe she would finally be a happy fur. A fur who, when seen in a room, everyone would say, "I'm glad Ketchy's here. She makes everything so bright." Fredrick shrugged. Obviously angry. And he looked to her. "Whatever," was all he said. "That's all? Whatever?" she spat. "Just get out," he whispered, looking blank again. She nodded, clutching her bag. Her belongings. "I will ... don't worry, I will ... " Her voice shook, and the plain-brown fur on her cheeks was matted from her salty tears. And she ... hesitated. And turned. And left ... ... and didn't make it twenty feet down the corridor before she had to stop, slump to the wall, sink to the floor ... and sob. Gnaw ... gnaw-gnaw ... "Heh ... my foot-paw," whispered Dotna. "You're gonna leave it attached?" "If I gnawed it off ... I wouldn't be able to chew on it anymore. Would I?" Pyro asked, looking up from his task. Red, red eyes ... glowing. Red eyes knowing. And knowing what? Sometimes, it was hard to tell. Sometimes, the wolf was hard to figure out. But he had a spark about him. He had a levelness about him. And, even after this short while, the chipmunk loved him. Did love need a timetable? Could young, sudden love ... be as pure as long, gradual love? Were there different degrees of love? Love ... say it enough times, and the word (like the emotion) would stop making sense. "Why do you love doing that?" Pyro looked up ... from his position (on his belly, facing the opposite direction ... she was on her back, her shoulders and head propped up by pillows). His muzzle was at her foot-paws. He was nibbling. He never hurt her ... with his teeth. Never. He was so careful. He put those sharp teeth to her fur, to her body ... and pressed. So she could feel it. Feel his love-bites. And he would suck and gnaw and ... "Why do you bite?" His red eyes met her forest-green ones. She had emerald eyes. She waited. "I'm not entirely sure," he confessed. "I like ... putting pressure," he said, "on things." "Why's that?" "Things under pressure ... adapt. Things under pressure ... show their strength." A giggle. An eye-dart. "So, what does ... that doesn't make sense." "I guess I bite, also cause ... I mean, I can touch you with my paws," Pyro said. "And you feel soft. And you feel warm. And you feel real. I can touch you with ... my nose. And I can smell you. Smell your fur. The soap you use. The sweat from the day. Your own natural scent. I can ... but to make contact with your lips, with your muzzle," he insisted, "is the most intimate kind of touch." She watched him. Her belly and breasts were a lighter shade than the rest of her. A bold, brown stripe ran down her back. Her tail was long. But not wide. Not bushy. More like ... a bit like a fuzzy wire. But not as snaky as a mouse's tail. "Kissing, tasting ... biting," he said. "When I nibble on your body," he whispered, giving her the most intense, masculine stare (that seemed to raise her own body temperature several degrees). "When I nibble on your body, I know, without a doubt ... how real you are. How warm you are. How intimate ... such contact is. I ... I don't know." He looked away. To the sheets. "I love to bite," he whispered. Eyes glazing over. "Well, you are a wolf," she said, smiling. "Even if you're a prey-like wolf, you're still a wolf." He gave her a head-tilt. And a smile. "I guess so." "You guess so?" she teased gently. "Don't you know?" A sly shrug. "Mm ... " She reached out a paw. Ran it over the fur on the cheeks of his rump. On the backs of his strong legs. "Well, I gotta say ... no one's ever wanted to nibble and gnaw on me before." "I'm sure they have ... " "Oh, I've been kissed. Been hugged. Never ... never nibbled or gnawed. Not until you came along," she said quietly. Reflectively. "Well, I guess I'll have to make up ... for your lost time. Have to nibble you raw." A giggle. And she tugged at one of the periwinkle-blue sheets. But he tugged back. Starting a tug-of-war. "Hey," she whispered playfully. "You don't need it ... are you cold?" "No ... " "Then what ... you don't need to cover yourself." She flushed. "I've seen it up close," he reminded. "Yeah ... I know." A pause. "You know, squirrels are ... they have beautiful tails. And mice ... are so adorable, and ... you know, chipmunks? We're sort of ... lost in between them. You know?" "You feel inadequate?" "No, I just ... I feel I have to fight harder to get noticed." "Well, I notice you," was Pyro's response. "I notice you, and ... " He returned, in the dimness of their room, in the lateness of the hour, in the softness of their bed ... to biting on her toes. Delicately biting on her toes, and then ... on the rest of her foot-paw. Moving to nibble at her ankles. "You're ... sure," she panted, "you're not a meat-eater?" An almost-shy question (with a cheeky grin). "Is pussy a meat?" A giggle. And another. "Um ... don't know. Don't think so." "Well, then ... I'm not a meat-eater. But I do love to nibble on a nice chipmunk now and then. Most delicious." "Only delicious?" "Scrumptious," he corrected. "Ooh ... " She sighed. As he nibbled on the fur (and, beneath it, the flesh) of her thighs. His teeth grazing through her fur. "Ooh, I've ... never been called scrumptious." "You have now." She couldn't argue with such logic. Oh, he was impeccable! "I want you to learn ... to learn," he said, "how to bite back." "My teeth aren't as sharp as yours." "You can still bite, though ... right? You still have a muzzle? Still have jaw-bones? Still ... " "Yeah," she giggled. "Yeah ... " "Well, you'll like it." "So, there's a method ... to your madness, huh? To biting? There's a style? You don't just ... bite at random?" "Oh, no ... no," he breathed. "To make it sensual, to make it ... to make it feel good, you have to know what amount of pressure to apply. Have to know the sensitive spots," he whispered, "of your mate's body. Have to know which directions to graze your teeth ... through fur. To go against the grain of each strand of fur ... so that you can feel," he said, "the fur parting. Have to know ... so much. Biting," he confessed, "like so many aspects of love-making ... is an art." She couldn't argue that ... couldn't argue anything ... for his was nibbling and gnawing his way up, up ... past her groin. To her belly. And up and around. "You're not gonna ... bite my, uh ... my ... " "Nipples are for suckling ... not biting," he whispered. Breath going faster, faster. "Thought everyone ... knew that," he said, blowing a warm breath onto her left breast. Her left nipple. Body half draped over hers, and his brushy, ragged wolf tail in the air. Wagging ... wagging ... Her eyes squeezed to a shut. And her paws reached out and clutched the back of his head, holding him in place. He suckled ... And she sighed ... forgetting all the question she had meant to ask (about his past). Forgetting all the worries. Simply a prisoner to his tongue. His teeth. His lips. Literally ... being muzzled. And loving it. Piano. Flute. Or oboe? Something trilling ... holding its note, trilling, and trailing. Something going solo ... in a bed of brass sounds. "What is this?" Assumpta asked. Angular ears swiveling. "I do not recognize this piece." "I got it from the snow rabbit database. Bailero from Chants D'Auvergne." Azure took a step (a bare step) toward her. Body bare. Foot-paws bare. In the open air of their quarters. Once more, it was night. And, once more ... hours of soft, sweet delight. With each other. With words, with touches, with glances ... and, now, with dances. They were going to dance. Just like they'd talked about (but hadn't yet done). "The instrumentation," the snow leopard whispered. "You like it?" Azure whispered back. Meeting her half-open eyes ... from half a foot away. "Yes. It is ... pleasing," she whispered. A smile. A bright smile from him. And she gave that eye-smile. She practiced that look in the mirror. When her mate wasn't around. She practiced smiling in the mirror. She practiced smiling every day. And ... ... he put his muzzle to her cheek. And gave a soft kiss. A soft, soft kiss. And slipped his arms around her waist. She was, being a snow leopard, stronger than the squirrel. A bit taller. She was the predator, and he was the prey ... and he slipped his arms around her waist. And leaned his head on her shoulder. And closed his eyes. She brought her white paws, and her white, grey-striped arms ... around his back. And held him close. And also closed her eyes. And purred. Oh, she purred! "You don't know," Azure whispered (with such delicacy), "how much I love it ... when you do that." "When I do what?" "Purr. I ... your purr," he whispered to her. "It's the most beautiful sound. It's the safest, warmest ... most wonderful sound," he said, sounding so innocent. So vibrant. She breathed inward through her nose. And purred against his neck. Moving her muzzle to his ear. And purring in there. "Oh ... " The squirrel relaxed in her grip. Relaxed ... so utterly. In her arms. And she kept purring, and she started turning them in a slow circle. To the sound of the music. To the operatic, femme voice ... of whatever snow rabbit was reciting the words that accompanied this classical piece. This slow, slow ... romantic swaying music. Azure hadn't wanted to waltz. Hadn't wanted to ... move all about the room. He had wanted to sway. Swaying was a kind of dancing, wasn't it? It still counted, didn't it? Sway ... sway ... slowly. In circles. Bare foot-paws, pads of foot-paws ... shuffling on the carpet. Toes bumping into each other. His weight clinging to her. Her weight supporting him. They danced like this, in slow, swaying fashion ... for minutes. Eyes closed. Her purring, and him ... chitter-squeaking. Making their little sounds. Holding to each other's soft, warm fur. His tail, larger, bushier ... twitching regally behind him. Her tail snaking ... so gracefully ... behind her. "Gataki," he whispered. Using an alien word for "kitten" ... oh, his kitten. His gataki. "Gataki," he whispered again. "Yes ... " "I'm glad you wanted to do this." "Why would I not wish to?" "I don't know," he whispered, eyes still closed. He breathed in through his twitching nose. "I know predators don't dance. I know it's a prey thing. I know ... you must thin it's frivolous." "Not at all," she assured. "No, I ... I think this is," she told him, "quite romantic." Her voice at a delicate, purring hush. "I would not rather be doing anything else ... but dancing with you." "You mean that?" His voice rang with quiet joy. And he opened his eyes. They were blue. Deep blue. Like a sky. "Of course." She breathed of his scent. "Oh ... " She sighed. And they swayed. And the music melted into the background. Into their ears. It became such an accompaniment ... that they hardly noticed it. They became ... part of it. Their movements, their motions ... became an extension of the music. Trickling piano sounds ... quivering woodwinds ... ... and quivering breaths. "Meow," he asked. Quietly. "Please ... " She hesitated. "I love your purr ... but you rarely meow. I love it when you meow ... " He hugged to her. Oh, hugged to her. And she took a breath ... and meowed into his ear. Once ... twice ... before returning to golden, thrumming purrs. "Oh ... " A deep breath. "Oh ... " They turned in slow, shuffling ... circles, circles. Circles in their eyes. Paws running circles in each other's fur, and ... ... they found themselves bumping into the couch. Azure's chest rose, fell. Rose ... fell ... his paws feeling all over her breasts. Cupping them, tracing them. Thumbs waggling over the nipples ... and he huffed. And eyes darted to hers. Her eyes ... star-lit! Like the stars outside their window. Like the icy-blue of the planet below them. That's how her eyes were. They were crystalline. They were pure. Just like her. And she ... met his gaze. Did not break it. Did not let go of him. Was never going to let go of his energy. His innocence. His emotion. His joy ... his radiance. He was so alive. And he made her feel things. Made her feel emotions. Things that, for predators ... were frowned upon. Things that, by instinct, were buried ... ... but, oh, he was digging them up. And, oh, she was giving a throaty growl. And pulling him onto the couch. A tangle of fur and limbs. Sinking to the cushions. And lips coming together in greedy smack-smacks. In greedy sucks. Paws ... roving over hips. Over bellies. Over each other. "Oh ... oh ... " Purr ... ... squeak! Chitter! "Our dance," Azure breathed. "Our ... you wanna ... " "We shall have to dance," she panted, "lying down ... " A giggle. He giggled into the fur of her shoulder. "Was that a joke?" A beam. "Mm?" "A statement of fact." But her eyes, meeting his, glowed. "Well, then ... " And the two furs, the two mates ... predator and prey ... 'danced' in the embers of the dying day. Ketchy, bare now, in his arms now ... was pressed up against Denali's chest. As an otter, he had a solid build. He had rich-brown fur. He was the rugged (but slender) type. Thinner than she was, but ... he thought she was beautiful. He told her so. She exhaled onto his chest-fur. Her ear very near to where his heart was. She could hear it beating. Oh, she could his heart ... beating. Beating ... thump-thump ... thump-thump ... Denali's fingers and paws delicately scritched at her. In her fur. Lazily. "Why didn't ... " She faltered. And managed, "Why didn't I fall in love with you ... sooner? Last year ... or ... whenever. Why ... didn't I ... why are we only now," she whispered, "together?" "I don't know," was his whisper. "I think you know ... there's no good answer to that. Other than: we ARE together. Right now. And ... that's all that matters. Now, and ... later. We still have time." "I hope so," was her yearning. "I love you," she confessed. Fearing he wouldn't say it back. Fearing he would be like Fredrick. But he wasn't ... For ... "I love you, too," was his easy, soft reply. Giving her a squeeze (as he breathed in). And exhaling. Adding, "My mate. My pretty mate." She smiled. So tired, but ... she had a new mate. One who ... was so warm, and so kind, and ... "Sleep, hun," the otter murred. Stroking her softly. And she, closing her eyes, did so. She'd always been afraid of dreams. They always got crushed. But, as she drifted out of consciousness ... as she dozed off, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe tonight, she felt, the dreams would be good. Maybe, tonight, in her dreams, all her discontents ... oh, in her dreams, every discontent would be divine. And all the love she'd needed ... ... would be, upon waking, there to find. And Ketchy sighed and smiled. And slept. Head nestled to Denali's chest. At the docking hatch, an Arctic fox ... a spy ... surgically altered (at great pains and efforts) to look like a snow rabbit ... strolled aboard. Looked around. It was late, and no one was up. No one would notice him ... and, if they did, well ... he looked like a snow rabbit, didn't he? And, oh, he could act the part. He'd had years of practice. Alterations such as his ... were permanent. He would look like a snow rabbit for the rest of his life. He could never return home. No, he was an eternal spy. And, if he was caught ... well, the snow rabbits would torture him. They were prey, and they claimed to be victims, but they had ways about them ... But sacrifices had to be made. The fox had given his life ... to serve his kind. To monitor the snow rabbits. And, now, he'd been ordered to monitor Luminous. Back home, on the other side of the border, on the other side of the DMZ ... there were fears that Luminous (a very advanced ship) had joined the snow rabbit fleet. And would lead an assault on the fox's territory. Perhaps that was paranoia ... but, regardless ... The Arctic fox spy was here (this time) to observe. To scan the ship's interior. Get the frequencies of their hull plating. Learn everything he could about this ... Luminous. So, that in future, when her destruction was necessary ... ... nothing would get in the way. The spy went to the nearest corridor. Looked one way. Looked the other. And set off on his stroll. Scanner in paw. In twenty minutes, his survey would be over. And he would leave. But he knew he would be back ...
pie sex by dbj_rab	another old straight story i wrote - Derek yawned and stretched out in his sleep, wearing nothing but a huge overnight shirt. He mumbled slightly as he began to dream of certain things, and his shirt started to tent ever so slightly. The young lad squirmed as he dreamt of having hot sex with	[ "M/F/F/F", "Orgy", "Straight" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464051-pie-sex	Derek yawned and stretched out in his sleep, wearing nothing but a huge overnight shirt. He mumbled slightly as he began to dream of certain things, and his shirt started to tent ever so slightly. The young lad squirmed as he dreamt of having hot sex with females, as well as a more adventurous life, and his cock started to twitch and pre in his shirt. He moaned and panted as he dreamed more of having sexy, and wanting it to be so real, as his hips started to thrust slightly upwards. He dreaming of fucking a woman up her pussy and feeling it's tight wetness around his cock. He moaned a bit louder as the wet dream continued and gasped in his sleep, as he shoved in deep as can and his cock twitched and suddenly cummed all over his body under the shirt. As he was dreaming, an odd thing began to happen. A slowly but surely growing shimmer of light was surrounding him and his bed. His dream and desire was so intensive, that it answered the call to a dimensional rift. The shimmering lights, suddenly opened a hole, right as he got done cumming and dreaming onwards of being with the hot luscious femms in scantly clad clothing. Derek yawned as he suddenly woke up, feeling that something wasn't quite right, and since felt a odd object rub against his ass. His shirt disappeared as he fell through the hole, and there was a catsuit that was near him. It somehow was his exact size. As Derek, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and glanced around, he suddenly noticed that he was naked for some reason. He shivered as he looked around the harsh and jungle area he is now in. He pondered how he got here, and why was he naked, as he then noticed the odd catsuit laying near him. He picked it up and glanced it over. "well better than freezing to death" he thought as he put it on, and felt warmer. He peered through the foggy woods, and decided to try to walk around, and see what he could see. The teen slowly moved through the thick woods and harsh environments, as he heard sounds of animal calling and the occasional branch snapping. As he moved deeper into the woods, in hopes of finding some form of civilization and to figure out where he was, and how to hopefully go back home, he begins to hear sounds of something being chased. Derek pondered as he got closer to the sounds, and wondered who and what was making them. He approached carefully and parted some ferns out of the way, as he suddenly saw some huge scantly clad women talking and carrying spears and swords. As the teen gazed at the strong, yet beautiful looking women wearing hardly nothing at all to cover their huge breasts and groin areas, he couldn't help but pant softly to himself and feel his cock hardening, and tenting the catsuit slightly. He was so busy looking at the tight bikini wearing females in front of him, he didn't notice nor hear two of them creep up behind him, and suddenly grab him. He squirmed and said to let him go. They laughed and dragged him into their camp. The females took interest in this new capture and slightly fondled his tenting groin. They grin, "well well..what have we here? A cute lil sex boy slave eh?" Derek blinked at that. Sure he wanted to have sex with woman, but not to be used as a sex slave. He struggled more to get away, and suddenly dove between their legs and scampered off into the woods. The females grumbled angrily and immediately chased after him. Derek panted and paused for breath slightly underneath a tree, as he heard the coming after him and he pondered his options of escape. He goes off again deeper into the woods, with the women heaving pursuing him. He pants and gasps slightly as he sees another woman ahead of him. He slows down a bit and gets a better look. This woman was a bit differently dressed then the others. She seemed more kind, despite wearing a tight fitting bikini made of slight golden color, rather than the black ones the others were wearing. The teen gets surrounded by the golden bikini wearing women, and they ambush the black wearing ones. The blink in surprise at being captured so easily, despite a few tried to fight and get away. The women tied them up and took the catsuit wearing teen along with them. Derek paused for his breath as he walked along with them and began to ask questions. He wondered who they were, and if they were going to use him for a sex slave as well. They replied that, while yes they would love to have sex with him, they don't treat their males in that manner. They are able to go and be with who they wish of their free will, as long as they obey certain rules. As they get closer to where the live, the females then instruct the others to take the captives to the prison. As Derek eyes the females walking away slightly, he turns his attention to the others remaining. "where am I going ?" he asks, They respond that he is going to be greeted before their queen, and that he must not react at all, as he will be man handled before her. They enter the queen's throne room, and Derek gasped slightly as he sees the stunning blond haired woman before him. His catsuit tents even more, as he admires he scantly clad golden cups, barely holding her huge breasts in, and her tight looking pussy slightly peeking out of the thong. The women murmur their respects and present him before her. She smiles as she steps closer and admires his physique. "hmmm my such a handsome and strong young man you are," she purrs as she fondles his groin more, and the others slowly strip him out of the catsuit. He shivered slightly nervous, as his groin and hard cock pops out for all to see. The queen gasped in pleasure at seeing the now well hung cock and pair of balls before her. "hmmm my yess. Such a hard and good looking man you are" she says as she fondles his balls slowly. He panted slightly, and said thank you. "if I may ask, what is going to happen to me?" he wondered. As he asks this question, the catsuit gets pulled down to his thighs, and he glances down slightly.. suddenly surprised to see that he has become very more well endowed then he was before, and slightly more muscular. "well you are free to stay here as long as you wish, and can do whatever you want" she says as eyes him hungrily. She then says, "come..walk with me. I shall take you on a tour of our place" Derek smiled, as he began to follow the queen around, eyeing her tight looking ass as his cock twitches and dribbles pre slightly, his catsuit still bunched around his legs. He begins to get quite aroused at thought of being seen and able to walk around naked in front of these ladies. The queen and her followers, eventually go down to the dungeon, where the ones who threatened him are being held prisoner. As they go down, she notes that aloud to him. "since these ones threatened you, you can inflict whatever punishment you desire." Derek balked slight, at what their idea of punishment might be. He didn't like the idea of torture, as seen in movies and such. The queen glanced at him and noted his face of displeasure. "oh don't worry, we don't mean torture in the way you must be thinking. There is a special means of punishment that is keeping in our customs." She says with a smile. AS they travel closer to the prison, Derek sees the captives all completely naked and spread out eagle style on special racks, and chained up. His cock stirred slightly as the sight of so many naked, huge breasted females. They writhe and shout out explimants, which are cut short as they now see his hard and hung cock. They marvel slightly as this still bunching catsuit man, and his hard abs and stomach rippling with muscles, while his hung cock is throbbing and preing more at the sight of them, and ponders their punishment. Derek grinned slightly as he hears of how he can punish them, and his cock seems to grow even more slightly. With growing excitement, yet in a calm voice, he orders for his pies to be brought out. A cart of whipped cream pies is suddenly brought out towards him, and he idly glances them over. They don't seem very special to him, but he was told of what affects they would have on the captives once he throws them on them. As the teen picks up one of the pies, he decides to say a silly little a dittie. He begins to throw one of them at a brigand, and says "roses are red, violets are blue, I like this pie, but it's better on you" As the pie gets thrown, the brigand began to sing a ritual song while being tortured, since they have nothing else to do while being chained up, the pie suddenly hits her in the face as she hits a high note. She sputters slightly, and gasps as the magic of the pies begin to work on her. She writhes and moans.. "oh master.. please give me more pies.. make me yours," she shudders as her lust for the strong boy grows more and her pussy wets slightly. Derek mmnnned to himself slightly as he sees the huge woman writhe and beg to get pied on more. He sees her pussy wetting and gasps slightly to himself, never really seeing that happen before. His cock is extremely rock hard, as he begins to throw another pie and another at all of the brigands. Soon they are all covered with the whipped cream pies, and writhing around in lustful agony for the hung teen. They pant and plead for him to pie them more and to shove his huge cock into their pussys and mouths. To use them as he sees fit in his sexual desire. Derek grinned at that idea, and slowly rubbed his huge cock a bit as he throws a few more pies on them, and then pushes a hidden button. The women feel the floor drop out and they gasps slightly as they suddenly fall through the floor, screaming slightly as they fall, yet stop and land into a huge pie. Derek grinned as he watches the naked women writhe around the pie and struggle to get up. He announces that as warder, he can have a harem of slaves, if they prove themselves worthy. The women suddenly start to fight each other, as they writhe and wrestling around in the huge pie pan. "the master will fuck me, not you bitch" they shout as they try to gain the upper hand and be seen worthy in their new master eyes. Derek pants in excitement and can't take it anymore. He moans as he leaps out of the catsuit and into the pie. He pants and moans as he begins to fuck the slaves senselessly and moans. Derek panted and shuddered as his cock slammed in and out of a tight pussy and cummed hard, then moved out and immediately shoved it in deep and hard into another willingly writhing slave. He moans as he fucks her and plays with her breasts. Meanwhile, the queen watching on suddenly jumps up and runs into the pie pile. She moans and commands the hung boy to fuck her blind. As the slaves scream in orgasms, he moves and grins. He pants as he slowly fucks the queen's tight pussy in and out with his huge cock. Derek moaned and licked her breasts, as he squeezed them and shuddered, suddenly slamming in deep into her pussy and cumming hard. He moans as he slowly pulls out and then begins to fuck her ass doggy style. The queen gasped and cries out as she pushes back against his thrusts, and shudders in pleasure. They both moan and scream as suddenly climax at the same time. Soon everyone lays still and pants from the orgy and orgasmic bliss. Derek smiled happily as he sits and is now the warder for the prison and makes sure that they keep on fighting for the right to be with him in the pies and jello, making sure they don't take up arms again in his queen's kingdom.
The Law of The Pack by Ragnarok1234	#8 of The Law of the Pack - _It is the law of the pack_... Young wolves heard that, every day of their lives. Every disappointment, _it is the law of the pack. It is the way it has always, and will always be._ The name called out changed; _Jimmy! James! Jim! _ from time to time, but he never could	[ "First Person", "Mild Violence", "No-Yiff", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249191-the-law-of-the-pack	It is the law of the pack... Young wolves heard that, every day of their lives. Every disappointment, it is the law of the pack. It is the way it has always, and will always be. The name called out changed; \_Jimmy! James! Jim! \_ from time to time, but he never could avoid the oppressive law of the pack. "James Michael Darnay, get over here, right now!" I got up, still tired, and stretched, before shouting toward the front of the cave. "Coming, Mom!" I yawned, and exposed a set of white teeth that I took good care of, because I knew (from many scoldings) that I would need them until the day I died. I wound my way to the front of the cave, avoiding a dozen other snoring wolves, and met my mother at the front of the cave. She was only slightly smaller then I, but she was capable of being a vicious bitch, if provoked. Needless to say, I'd gotten nipped on the tail enough in my life to learn respect for her wishes. "Your father wants to see you, up on the Howling Rock, now," Emily said sweetly, brushing Jim's fur with her muzzle. "Mom," I whined, "Dad never talks to me up there unless it's something boring, and more often then not useless! Please, can I just go back to sleep?" Emily growled, and settled the matter right then and there. I paced out of the cave, and climbed up the steep stone hill to the great Howling Rock, which was a special place to our pack, though no one really ever bothered to explain why. My father was sitting on his haunches at the end of the rock, simply staring at the full moon, and I also felt myself somewhat inclined to howl at it as I walked toward the ledge that hung out over the hill beneath our cave. "Dad?" I asked, cautiously padding up next to him, and sitting down on my back haunches. "Son, there's something I need to talk to you about," my father said, sighing. "Oh here we go," I thought, rolling my eyes. "Every pack must have an Alpha, who must lead the pack through times both good and bad. It is the law of the pack, and it always has been. It always will be so, also. I feel as though the time has come to choose a successor. I won't be around forever, and I am not getting any younger. I need someone who is strong, but also wise, and who will admit his mistakes, but avoids making ones big enough to hurt the pack. I wondered, who would you choose?" I was taken aback. My father never asked me for input regarding the running of the pack, let alone of this magnitude. "You're asking me?" I asked, nervously backing away slightly. "Yes, son, I'm asking you who you believe would be capable of leading this pack," my father replied. I took another step back, afraid this was not what it seemed, and that I was going to end up hurt. "I..." I said, not sure, "I... Don't really... know who would make a good Alpha..." I stammered, genuinely confused. "Surely, you must know someone who can do the job," my father said. "Well," I said, thinking. "Hey, wait a second, you don't mean... You aren't asking me... You can't possibly be!" "I've given it great consideration, and I've chosen my successor as Alpha. I want you to lead your pack, son." I cocked my head sideways at what I believed was humor, something altogether unknown to my father. "You can't be serious?" I said, to which he nodded. "Wouldn't one of the other wolves be better suited?" "Well," my father replied, "You're the oldest of my three sons, and I would keep it in this bloodline at all costs." I grew slightly irate at this point, and I said something I probably shouldn't have. "Yeah, well what if I say no? Maybe I don't want to be Alpha," I said, worried that I would screw up and cost lives. My father growled, and turned to face me. "It is the way it is, son, and it's time you accept your responsibility," my father "you can't go on living your life the way the Omegas do. Life is responsibility, not all fun and games. It is the law of the pack, the way it is. You'll start Alpha training tomorrow morning, end of discussion." At this point, I had had enough. "Yeah, well what if I say no?" I asked, fed up. "Maybe I like my life the way it is; maybe some of the Omegas are more fun then half the people I should be hanging out with, and maybe I don't want this job. You never even stopped to think about what I want. You never do!" "Pup, you had best not talk to me like that," my father growled, "or you won't like what I'll do. I've given you an honor, and you would be wise to accept it, and make do with what fate hands you. I don't want to hear anything further about it, you're starting training, or else." "Or else what?" I asked, sarcastically. I recieved a sharp paw to my muzzle for my lip, and felt a drop of blood run down my snout. Shock crossed both of our faces, and I backed up, before turning to run. "Wait! Wait, Jim, I'm sorry!" My father shouted to me, as I bounded down the side of the hill. He didn't try to chase me, though, as I ran, and ran, through the pines and the oaks, past hundreds of trees I had never seen before. I ran for close to an hour. Eventually, I got tired, and stopped, panting. I knew where I was, at a place I had discovered while exploring. I had been here several times with some of my friends, and I knew it was safe from prying eyes and ears, due to its location. It began to drizzle, and I crouched up underneath the shelter of a tree, feeling the pain of the cut on my muzzle, and the pain of being smacked around by my own father. A tear rolled down, and mingled with the blood that oozed from the wound. Back at the den, my father slowly advanced down the hill, his head hung low. Emily was waiting for him at the entrance to the den. "William, what is wrong?" she asked, seeing the look on my father's face. "Jim is gone. I told him, and he spoke out against me, and... I hit him, and he ran. I am ashamed," William told his mate. "Oh, William," Emily said, "He'll be back, don't you worry. He may act like a child, but, deep down, our son is a leader. It might just take him some time to realize what he is. He'll be back..." William nuzzled his mate softly, and walked into the den to take his place at the head of the sleeping pack of wolves that he commanded. He turned to face away from his packmates, so that none of them could see the tear that dripped from his eye.
A little relief by Scottdiggy	The small lupine sprawled out on the bed, awaiting for his one night stand to finish in the bathroom. Zack was an interesting wolf to everyone. You don't see a black wolf with golden brown fur lightning bolts all around his body everyday, at least not natural ones. The one nighters' name is Clyde.	[ "Anal", "Horse", "Leather", "M/M", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97677-a-little-relief	The small lupine sprawled out on the bed, awaiting for his one night stand to finish in the bathroom. Zack was an interesting wolf to everyone. You don't see a black wolf with golden brown fur lightning bolts all around his body everyday, at least not natural ones. The one nighters' name is Clyde. It was pretty fitting considering he was a Clydesdale; a golden, shimmering god of muscle and fur. To say no to him would either mean death, or death by rape. Some would prefer the later. But this time, it was not Clyde who asked Zack out, but the other way around. Earlier at the bar, Zack was drinking his water as usual, staying sober to help stay one step ahead of the drunks laying around like they own the place. Zack only noticed him when he was a few feet away and getting closer. Thunderous booms marked each step he took closer to the bar. "Coca-Cola please, no ice" said the large Clydesdale. Zack did a quick inspection of the horse. Near seven feet, towering over Zack by at least a foot and blond fur with a long, well groomed mane. He also had quite a bit of muscle to him, rivaling any body builder Zack had seen, but the real muscle left its own bulge in the Clydesdale's pants as well as Zack's. "Only Coke?" Zack asked, "You drink like you don't want to be taken advantage of. What's the matter, scared?" The Clydesdale looked at Zack and snorted at him. "No one in this bar can take advantage of me, pup. Those who have tried ended up in the emergency room... after I got in their asses." Zack popped a small smirk out of the corner of his mouth. Zack knew this guy inside and out now. Zack never bragged about it, but he could read most furs like an open book. This horse wants a sub, but not just any sub, he wants one that can take him several times a night and worship him like a god. Typical. What most might not have known about the Clydesdale was that he wanted someone to love. He might not have even known it himself. The pause in his sentence led Zack to believe that. "Oh, really now? Sounds...kinky" Zack winked at the large horse. The horse was paying little attention to him now, waiting for his drink. "But," that got his attention, "I don't need that in my life... the emergency room I mean. I need to sex." Zack shivered. "Oh how I need the sex. Most people just can't seem to keep up with me though. Most get to tired, and those who don't just aren't big enough." The Clydesdale watched the lupine out of the corner of his eye as if evaluating him. Zack was desirable enough. He was lean, even had some muscle tone, but was for the most part, an average wolf. "My name is Zack by the way" Zack said holding out his paw. The horse turned his head slightly. "That's an interesting fur pattern you have. Is it natural?" Hook... "Yup! Most people think I just went crazy with my fur, but I love being au natural" "Name's Clyde" Clyde's hooved paw overwhelmed Zack's paw as he shook it. Line... "Nice to meet you. Now," Zack stood next to Clyde, only coming up to the middle of his well built chest. "Do you want to teach this wolf what tired really means or do you want to wait for that coke?" The horse's eyes shifted for a moment before he reached around, grabbed Zack's ass and lifted him into a deep kiss. As Clyde's large lips wrapped around Zack's muzzle, there was a moment's hesitation before his tongue shot forth. Zack moaned as Clyde overshadowed and kissed him. Clyde was indeed a great kisser. Clyde's massive lips constantly rolling over Zack's as Clyde pulled him farther into his shadow. Zack could feel his member start to peek out of his home, ready for the release this kiss was promising. A moment later, the kiss was broken by the sound of a glass hitting the bar. "Coca-Cola, that'd be three bucks" said the bear bartender. Clyde turned and glared at the bear who seemed unfazed then reached into his pocket and slammed a five on the bar. In two big gulps the soda was gone and so was the money. "My place. Now. Move it pup or I might not be nice anymore" said Clyde. "Ooo, a man of action. That's quite a turn on" Zack said as was quickly being scooted out of the bar. --- The small lupine sprawled out on the bed, awaiting for his one night stand to finish in the bathroom. Zack would have been lying if he said he wasn't horny. Clyde did not let a second get wasted once they had left the bar. He had insisted on going to his place because he had his bed reinforced to withstand the weight and force from hot nights like tonight. Zack stayed quiet about how he had the same thing for his bed, he was busy licking up Clyde's semi hard shaft slowly as Clyde drove. Fifteen minutes later, they were kissing passionately in the stairwell oh Clyde's house, moving four steps at a time thanks to Clyde picking Zack up. The door slid open and Clyde threw Zack on the bed as he headed for the bathroom. "Undress before I get back, I need to get something" said Clyde before slamming the door shut. Once Zack was undressed, he it was only a minute before Clyde walked out of the bathroom in all of his glory as well as wearing some leather straps across his chest. "Well flip me over and fuck me hard, you look hot" said Zack as Clyde strode closer. The lights were dim, but even in the dark; Zack could see every muscle in Clyde's body strain to move his massive frame. Clyde smirked as he stood at the end of the bed. "Good idea, let's see you put it into action pup." This was a good as time as any to start, Zack thought. Zack stood on the bed, only just reaching Clyde's eye level and walked over to him. "I know you want me. I also know you thought I was just going to be a quick fuck, but listen to me; I listen to people's rules very well, but only if they listen to mine as well." Zack continued as he rubbed against Clyde's massive chest. "Your rules are just as important as mine and," Zack began nipping at Clyde's neck as Clyde's eyes closed and he groaned in pleasure. "I only have one." "Give me control." As Zack said that, he grabbed Clyde's harness and threw him to the bed. Clyde snorted and tried to get up, but for some reason stopped when Zack straddled his waist and licked his nose. "I am not saying bottom for me big boy, just control." Zack traced his claw around Clyde's nipples, sending sparks through his body, making another groan of pleasure escaped Clyde's mouth. "Now what do you say big boy?" Zack made his final argument by grinding into Clyde's growing length sprouting from between the two of them. Zack could feel even his massive balls under his ass, churning, preparing to mate. Clyde bit his lower lip and shook his head. The wolf's soft fur was too soft, with firm muscle underneath he could hardly keep from shouting. The lupine had a touch Clyde had not felt in years. Zack smiled, leaned down, wrapped his arms around Clyde's neck and pulled him into another deep kiss. As they kiss, Clyde had gotten fully hard. 18" of pure horse cock pulsed between the two. Clyde could not help, but buck up slightly, trying to relieve the tormenting pressure his cock wished to release. Zack lifted from the kiss and smiled. Clyde had not noticed until now that the lupines eyes were a deep hazel. They show brilliantly even in the half light. Zack lifted his arched his eye brows twice and licked his lips ever so slowly. It would not take a rocket scientist to realize that Zack wanted cock. Well Zack was going to get some cock, a lot of cock, Clyde thought to himself. Clyde grabbed Zack's waist and began to lift him over his cock. Zack's own has come out quite a bit as well, eight inches and the knot had begun to take form already. Zack grabbed Clyde's chest fur and moaned as the tip started to push against his rectum. It was big, no doubt about it. As the blunt shaft finally sunk in, Zack lost his balance and slammed a few more inches into himself. "AH! Ah ah ah! Ohh! God you feel wonderful!" Zack groaned. He felt so filled already, he didn't know how he could take all eighteen. Clyde was not as doubtful... or he just didn't care. This was the tightest thing he had fucked in a while. He wanted to be in there, no wolf, no matter how much he was like him, would stop it. Clyde gripped Zack's waist harder and began to push him down. Every inch was an eternity of ecstasy to Zack. It kept on filling and filling him. It filled past his prostate, making the rest of the shaft rub against it the whole time. "AAHHH!" Zack screamed. It was too much for him to hold. His tapered cock spasmed and shot into the air, hitting the headrest with a splat. Clyde watched as Zack's face relaxed and he panted with his tongue out to the side. He stopped pushing until Zack finally shook his head for the go ahead. Zack felt another few inches push into him. It felt wonderful. His body was a machine of pleasure. Touching the horse on his tightly knitted abs felt like he was touching silk. Zack slowly moved his paw up Clyde's chest, feeling the mountain of solid muscle tense as it pushed its cock deeper into his bowels. Clyde snorted loudly as he made one final slam into Zack. Hilted. Zack would have fallen backwards if it was not for Clyde and his dick holding him up when he threw his head back as he moaned and shot another load. Clyde nearly lost his load feeling the lupine squeezing around his entire shaft. Every inch felt the sweet smooth caress of the smooth hole it was buried in. Zack recovered faster this time. He faced Clyde with a wicked smile and began to lift himself off of Clyde's cock, squeezing the whole way. Clyde groaned and snickered as Zack slid upwards. It felt better than anything he had remembered in a long time. Every pulse of his cock tightened the hole. Every movement forced him to feel more pleasure. Zack picked up a quick rhythm, every time he pulled up, he squeezed, and every time he pushed down, he wriggled and hilted. It wasn't long now. Clyde started meeting the motions, pushing up as Zack went down, savoring every feel of this cock inside the ever tightening tightness of a hole Zack had. "Fuck! Fuck fuck FUUUUUCCCK!!! MATE ME CLYDE!!" Shouted Zack. Clyde pulled down and thrusted up one final time as Zack grabbed onto Clyde's leather straps and pulled himself down. With a snicker and whinny, Clyde's ball's seized up and shot his load. One load filled whatever was left of room in his backside, but when the second load came, it had nowhere to go but down. Clyde continued mating into Zack as the cum trying to escape made the passage tighter and tighter. A quick kiss broke Clyde from his post orgasmic glow. Zack was smiling at him. "That was the best I have had in a long time" said Zack softly. Clyde nodded his head and kissed Zack back. "Care to do it again sometime?" "How about every night? I have this problem where after I sleep, I am just as tight as I used to be" Zack said as he smirked. "Oh? I will need to help you with that." "Please do, sir. Please do." Zack said as he laid against Clyde's chest and slowly sank into slumber.
coyote and rabbit by dbj_rab	another old story i wrote - Please note that this story is written by me, and any duplication for commerical use is prohibited. This is copyrighted © 2,000 Dan Ball, Jr. Enjoy this short story. Coyote was walking down the road, enjoying the sunshine. He was walking along, feeling a bit frisky. He	[ "Bisexual", "Coyote", "M/M", "Rabbit" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464052-coyote-and-rabbit	Please note that this story is written by me, and any duplication for commerical use is prohibited. This is copyrighted © 2,000 Dan Ball, Jr. Enjoy this short story. Coyote was walking down the road, enjoying the sunshine. He was walking along, feeling a bit frisky. He soon came upon a camp of his old friend, Rabbit, who was sunbathing by himself. Coyote thought, "hmm. I think I'll play a trick on Rabbit." He crept up to where he was behind Rabbit. He suddenly swished his paws around Rabbit's eye. "Guess who?" Coyote said. "Hmmm" Rabbit said. "Is it Bear? Fox? Skunk?" knowing it was Coyote all along. "No. Not right" Coyote said at each guess. "All right, I know it's you Coyote," Rabbit said. "Correct." Coyote said. He then turned around so that he was facing Rabbit and leaned close to give him a quick kiss. "What brings you by?" Rabbit asked. "Oh nothing. Just wandering around, enjoying the views." Coyote replied. "I'll bet you were. See anyone interesting?" "Well.. besides you I did see a male lion, a female dog, another female rabbit, and a male wolf." "So, I'm last on your list huh?" "No, silly. You're going to be the only I'll fuck at first, if you want." "Hmm. That would be good. It's been awhile since we've done it. Now's a good time as any, since my wife and daughter are swimming." "Good. Let's get started then. Shall we?" Coyote then reached down Rabbit's shorts and placed his paw against Rabbit's sheath, stroking him slowly. Rabbit soon moaned as his dick came out to greet Coyote's paw. Coyote then pulled down Rabbit's shorts, and leaned to suck him. Rabbit reached behing Coyote's baggy pants, and fingered his tail hole. Both began to moan a little as they got through the for play. "Let's get down to business." Rabbit said. He then picked Coyote up, and began to remove his pants, and suck on his dick. Soon both of them were sixty nining each other. After a few licks, they both had pre-cummed. Coyote soon dug his face into Rabbit's ass, and began to lick it. Rabbit moaned as Coyote began to finger fuck him. "Ahh. Yes, do it to me. Fuck me, hard and fast, Coyote." Coyote then placed his dick against Rabbit's tail hole, as he rubbed it against Rabbit's balls. Rabbit gasped as Coyote started to thrust himself into Rabbit's hole. Coyote soon groaned as he felt Rabbit's ass muscled clenched around his dick, making him hornier. He soon started to thrust faster, deeper into Rabbit's ass. Both groaned as Rabbit jerked himself to Coyote's thrusts. Soon Coyote felt his dick throb, and he howled as he spurted his Coyote spunk into Rabbit's ass, some of it spilling out, covering his ass and hind legs. Rabbit moaned, and groaned as he felt Coyote fill his ass with his seed. He soon kissed Coyote, and then made Coyote lean back, and lifted his legs up. Coyote panted as he prepared for Rabbit to fuck him. He lifted his tail out of the way, as Rabbit began to lick it. Coyote soon felt himself getting hard again, as Rabbit pushed his 8" dick into his ass. Both groaned again, and Rabbit began to penetrate Coyote's hole. Rabbit wasted no time in getting off into Coyote's ass. He thrusted deep and hard. Forcing himself in deeper, and deeper until he felt his dick throbbing and then spurting into Coyote's ass. Both then leaned forward and hugged each other as, they licked themselves clean. "Thanks Coyote. That was just great. We'll have to do this again sometime." Rabbit said. "Yes we will. I have never cummed so much. You are so sexy." Coyote replied. The End ?? I hope you all liked this short story. This is the first time I have written something like this.
Prologue by Pierce	#1 of Tale's of the wanderer's - Authors note This is the first story I am submitting for public view, any and all constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged, I would vary much appreciate any helpful advice or guidance, Thank you. -Ctthuruate Prologue It was miserable for Ayden to open his	[ "Adventure", "Fantasy", "Fox", "Human", "Jackal", "Lion", "New World", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51553-prologue	Authors note This is the first story I am submitting for public view, any and all constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged, I would vary much appreciate any helpful advice or guidance, Thank you. \-Ctthuruate Prologue It was miserable for Ayden to open his eyes. The dank interior of the stockade dungeon was difficult to see in, let alone pleasant to see in. the chilly vault was poorly lit by two flickering flambeaux, the vault itself was badly encrusted with niter which was deposited deep into the cracks of the cyclopean masonry. The poor fox's legs ached badly from lack of movement, his cell only 4½ ft tall and 5x4 feet long & wide made any movement almost impossible. The feted stench of the open drainage trench in the middle of the floor filled the room made all the worse as his captors let his use it one every day before tossing him back into his tiny hole. From above he could only hear the guard cackle in their foreign language, but no matter how foreign it seemed it became all to clear as to what was happening. He had been trapped in the forests of Gaillan, been shoved in with other confused and frightened clansman into a tiny room aboard a ship, barely fed reducing his already small build, and then spirited down to an unknown land and then being shoved into this cell for two weeks... It did not take a sage to determine the situation. The fox hugged his aching knees close to his naked body to try and gain some warmth in the frigid dungeon, a soft whimper escaped from his muzzle... * + + + Nafusir grimaced, as he looked over the once proud city of Whiteport, like cancer spreading through the veins, the braziers of the Hatusa lit the streets formerly under his control. It was now that his almond shaped pupils drifted to the fortress like temple of the Hatusa; a few lights were lit from within. The tiger felt his heart beat with crimson hate as he looked at what he viewed as a parasite in his city. "My lord," "Why have you disturbed me Sababa," his voice murmured drearily. "My lord, Balad has is growing more impatient, he demands an answer," "Tell him to wait" His voice more irritated. "My lord, if I may ask, you seem... distracted," "... Sababa, you are but a Servant... I would suggest you not dig into the affairs of others," Nafusir reprimanded. "My lord, I spoke out of term" "Leave me," He commanded, not one in the conversation taking his eyes away from the window. His almond shaped eyes narrowed, his ears stood on end as he heard the drums of the temple, another sacrifice...the lion thought grimly... * + + + "The Portland astrological society has informed us that a rare astrological phenomenon will make an appearance in the skies of northern Maine tonight, so you farmers who are within the western half of Aroostook county will get a nice light show tonight..." Marcus could hardly listen to the radio, he would change it but if it was one thing his father had taught him it was that you should always keep an eye out for the weather, and at 7:48 at night 114.8 WKGY was the only one that broadcasted the weather. Marcus hated being a Nightfly as his father always referred to Night airplane Flying. "Tonight's forecast is expected to be clear I'm Rick stander, this is 114.8 WKGY..." Marcus looked at the dash clock (8:02 P.M.) he quickly returned his gaze to the window. His breath was taken away... * + + + Nauil looked over the gleaming Water. The mid day sun made the water seem like shards of the sun. From the city docks it seemed less intimidating. Nauil let out a soft sigh as she looked over the massive ocean. For many years the wolf girl looked over the White Sea to calm herself. But there was little to be calm about these days. The various factions of the city were pulling the city brick by brick. The slightest spark could ignite the city in a bloody civil war. To make the volatile situation worse pressure from the southern border of Seran & northern border of Altra was a war in the making and the city-state of Blackhook would burn in it. Nauil's father had already lost his life in the strife, during a deadly market riot. The city swelled with refuges that were fleeing the border of Altra & Seran Blackhook the only neutral territory along the two was full to bursting point. And the surrounding farmlands could not support all of them. Her fears of safety grew each day. In all honesty she was scared stiff... * + + + The weight of the chains against Sibuna's back served only to increase the jackal's rage. The shadows of the bars blended with his fur perfectly. His body ached from the beating he received from the guards The last thing he could remember was six guards in the arena pounding him into blackness; oddly enough Sibuna could not remember what he had done to piss off the guards "THAT'S HIM! THAT'S THE ONE WHO TOOK DOWN KRUSSK!" Sibuna looked up to see a boar with black eyes, split lips and cuffed ears. Next to the yelling boar stood a rather tall lion. "YOU SON OF A WHORE I'LL GIT YA! I'LL GIT YA GOOD!" the boar yelled again he open snout revealed a few freshly broken teeth. Sibuna began to grin only for the porpoise of pissing the boar off. The boar flew over the edge and began pounding on the edge of the bars "I'LL KILL YA!! I'LL KILL YA!!" The jackal spat at the boar and a slimy wad of spit hit him in the face "WELL THEN DON'T STAND THERE COME ON IN AND I'LL FIX YA LIKE I DID LAST NIGHT!" The lion pulled the boar away from the bars "SAVE YA BREATH! HE GETS THE ROPE IN AN HOUR ANY WAY" The boar sneered at the jackal, he lowered his voice "That's right, you gonna hang for killin Krussk, An I'll skin ya corpse and make a belt outa ya," Sibuna spat at him again, this time hitting him square in his black eye. The boar's pudgy hands shot up and covered his eyes. The lion had to pull his fellow guard away from the bars... * + + + End prologue Tales of the wanderers
The First Skirmish by Golgamoth	A story which is intended as a gift to my new mate. I posted it here however seen as most people in the chat enjoy my writing style and I thought id share this with other furs in the hopes that they will appreciate it. At anyrate enjoy and please rate this story i enjoy reading the reviews Edit:	[ "Anal", "M/M", "Oral", "Raccoon", "Werewolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9768-the-first-skirmish	A story which is intended as a gift to my new mate. I posted it here however seen as most people in the chat enjoy my writing style and I thought id share this with other furs in the hopes that they will appreciate it. At anyrate enjoy and please rate this story i enjoy reading the reviews Edit: Forgot to put in that this story is very long so those looking for a quick yiff story had best be going somewhere else. --- part 1 --- The envirolights flicker on dimly as the day cycle begins. Casting a sickly greenish glow about the room they illuminate a figure crouched at a desk shuffling through papers and checking a data pad every once in a while to confirm to him what he'd being reading throughout the night. Rubbing my eyes with a gloved hand I lean back in the chair and the audible sound of popping bones can be heard about the room. Turning around in the swivel chair I get up and walk over to the showering receptical in a corner of my sparsely furnished quarters. Removing my dirtied cloths and dropping them in a chute next to the cleaning unit i showers in only a matter of minutes. Stepping out from the cold water of the shower I run a towel through my body fur and over the hard metal of my bionic parts. Looking seemingly through a large stand mirror is a raccoon fur with his right arm, upper bicep and more then half of his face replaced with the shiny slightly bluish metal of bionic parts built to preserve his life force. All across this furs body you can see the scars of many a war wound the most noticeable is the ragged slightly pink line where the metal meats the flesh of fur. Moving to a dresser of polished wood so ancient its taken on the golden hue of aged varnish and wood. I pull out a pair of boxers and standard issue army fatigues. Donning them hurriedly I begin clipping my weapons belt on to hold up my pants seeing as I could never find a proper fitting pair. Shrugging on a olive green sleeveless-T I walk over to my rooms door and don my old flowing commissar's coat. Seeing as most commissar's keep their clothing polished and kept in the utmost perfect condition you can tell that I am not one. The red is stained and dirtied from many a battle field and upon closer inspection you can see dark patches among the original material apparently holding together the cloak from various weapons that have nearly wounded me and killed me. Connecting the last few buttons on the worn coat a nock is heard on the cold metal of the only door the small quarters have. "You may enter soldier" I says in a gravelly voice like two stones grinding together. Although barely whispered the door opens none the less and a young sergeant walks in in full battle dress. Saluting he hands the data chip over to me and he nearly shouts his orders at me as if it were a parade drill. "Orders from the lord general, captain Golgamoth" He burst out as i stare at the data chip thoughtfully. Turning back to the data pad on my desk I insert the chip and stand their for a few moments waiting for it to decode the information hidden on the chip. "How are the soldiers are they prepared sergeant Nevis." I asks without looking at the young sergeant. "As ready in the amount of time the lord general has given us as they can be sir" He barks back. A small whirr is heard from the data pad as it spits out the information from the chip onto its small screen. Perusing it thoroughly but quickly i rubs my eye's again wearily at what ive read on the small screen. " Have them prepare the transports we will be on our way in a few short moments. " The sergeant turning to leave is stopped in mid stride as he hears me give him the last order that ill ever issue him "Send my armor with a private to the bridge ill be their and I need to be fitted for battle" I turn and look at the data pad once more as if it's merely an after thought. "Sir" The soldier salutes before hurrying off to complete his orders. Leaving my quarters I turn down the hallway in the opposite direction the soldier was headed . I step on a motorized walkway as it speeds me past corridors filled with moving squads of soldiers and that same pail green light which was in my quarters. After only a few minutes I'm sped up to a pair of polished steel doors. Steeping of the motorized pathway I walk up to them and they slide open quickly with a cry as metal scrapes against metal. Walking past the polished doors I pass many a tech priest on my way to the captains bridge. Walking past various open consoles with their wires spilling out like some grisly war wound. I walk into a relatively large room in the fact that it is a wide open space. The amount of navel officers running to and fro on various task make the space seem much small however. Walking past a few bunnies conversing by the stairs to the captains seat I pay them no mind as my gaze locks on that of a human officer standing proud in front of the captains chair hands resting on the guard rail directing the actions of those below with shouts and bellowed orders. "You sent for me about my mission Lord General" I shout to be heard above the commotion around us as I snap a perfect salute. The lord general screams a few more last orders before looking down from the raised platform at me. " So I see that sergeant Nesis got to you with the orders I sent him with" The Lord General replies as he salutes back then sits in his chair and swivels it to face me. " Aye sir he did" I tell him. Even with the fact that he's sitting down the platform is raised a few feet higher so he still towers over me. "About these new orders you've given me, to capture any heretic troops we encounter. This goes against standard procedure and I fear I will lose more men if I go about trying to hunt down and capture every unit that comes within a mile radius of the drop zone." I state bluntly. Looking down at the fur standing before him, he still manages to tower over me bye a good 2 feet. " The drops zone as you are well aware of is deep into enemy territory and units that you happened to come across may hold coordinates or information vital to us winning this battle. It has raged on far enough and the Emperor has decreed that it shall be ended within the next 5 years even if we have to virus bomb the planet to achieve victory." He orders as he turns his chair effectively ending the conversation. Turning around I motion the guardsmen who arrived carrying my gear as I spoke to the L.G. to follow. Walking back onto the moving walkway the soldier fits me in my custom carapace armor and hands me my trademark pistols and ammo belt. hitting a few buttons on my bionic wrist I immediately hear coms chatter as command squads and troopers alike check their comms units. Speaking as if to no one my voice rings throughout the hanger amplified by the many speakers mounted on the commboxes carried by the troopers. Mount up and prepare to move out I tell the men. As one all 2400 men in my company move into their designated drops ship. Walking over to my command ship I walk inside the dark opening to be greeted with salutes and warm smiles. Amongst my command squad are a myriad of furs armed with the best the imperuim has to offer. Amongst the soldiers I spot my mate Deadeye a wolf anthro cleaning the sights on his scope as he checks to make sure everything's clean and in working condition. Walking over to the door of the cockpit I push a button mounted on a wall speaker sending a faint crackling sound emanating through the compartment. "Are we ready to take of pilot" I near shout at the speaker. Letting the button go for a moment I hear the static continue as he picks up the line on his end. " Alls well and ready for your go sir" He reply's giving me the answer that I hoped for. " Take off then soldier I want to be the first on planet side" I say letting go of the button and walking over to Deadeye plopping myself down next to him and sergeant Grox our heavy weapons man. Clipping my harness and tightening it just in time as the shuttle jolts to a start I lean over as I watch my mate clean his weapon. The military normally frowning on relationships, especially those of homosexual origin decided to ignore this small breach of conduct seeing as it was either dishonorably discharging a medal carrying marksman, and a war hero. They also found out that my relationship gave the troops some hope that they to would be able to settle down after the war and hopefully have a family of their own. A moral booster, I think not but it did seem that the army did favor our relationship. Looking over the other soldiers as they prep and prime their weapons. I move my hand down as I check my plasma pistol. Holding it up to the weak light of the cabin you are still able to make out the flourishing script of the Tec priests as they blessed my weapon with the spirit of the machine god. Satisfied that the power cells are charged fully. Holstering my pistol I give my mate a kiss before putting on the blast shield and falling into an uneasy sleep as the shuttle rockets me to a war I had every intention of wining. --- PART 2 --- The walls shake violently as mortar rounds plummet down from the sky only to fall a few meters away from our makeshift hideout. Staring out from the rubble strewn super market I glance upon the enemy units surrounding the town square. Cultist armed with a varied selection of firearms stand in crowds of 6 or 7 looking of into the distance or chatting idly. Taking a quick head count I make out at least 60 along with 7 auto cannons and a lascannon dug up from only god knows where. The cultist not being the unit to worry about I stare bleakly the Chaos Marine as he scans the buildings for possible engagements. Standing 12 feet tall in his pox and disease marked power armor. I curse my luck at finding a company of plague marines leading the rebellion along with rumors of a demon prince hiding somewhere amongst the ruined capital. Sighing silently as I turn to my squad I look upon the battle worn faces. Low on supplies and running out of ammo my forces are slowly dwindling leaving me with hardly a dozen squads left. I curse the lord general and his so called intelligence force at giving me false information letting the rebels shoot down more then half of my force before they even hit planet side. Having to fight our way mostly through the shattered and bombed out city I gathered as many soldiers as I could and for the past few weeks weave bin wagging guerilla warfare at the cultists from within the once prosperous city. Already loosing 2 soldiers from my command squad I look over who I have left. Dead eye sitting in the corner as he nurses a torn shoulder muscle from a diving out of the path of a tank shell I thank the emperor that I didn't lose him. Zin and Brak the Geiger brothers sit watchfully at the two windows with their hell rifles scanning the shadows for possible enemy's. Grox having run out of ammo a long time ago discarded his customary rocket launcher and replaced it with a scavenged auto cannon from the cultists. Kroon weighed down from the bulging packs of shells he has to carry for grox leans against the wall as he checks his laspitol. and Manok tuning into different frequencies with his comms unit gives the thumbs after a few moments to show me that the mortar blast didn't scramble its frequencies as he picked it of the dead corpse of the previous comms officer. Replaying in my mind the last message that I received from the L.G I look down at the map on my data pad to make sure that this square is the extraction point. the L.G scared that if we didn't take out the chaos marines then they would skip town and he'd be denied a victory which would put him higher up on the magistrates list of officers deserving their own planet to rule over. The remnants of my army seemingly arriving here within only a few hours before extraction amazed me and I began to think that the Emperor was finally giving us his blessing. All that went to hell however as this unit led by the plague marine marched in and took command of the square. Knowing that if we didn't take them out soon their could be no chance that their would be a pickup. Thinking fast I sent Sergeant Hazly and his men over to the other side of the street giving him strict orders that once he was in position to unload everything he had on the plague marine hoping that it would fell the beast. Using the built in com set I issued orders that the men were to open fire on the cultists position when Hazly send out the first shot. Waiting for that first shot and knowing the troops have their orders I walk over and drag Deadeye to his feet. "I expect you to be able to fight soldier" I say with a smile on my muzzle as i roughly thrust the sniper rifle into his gloved paws. Suppressing a wince of pain he looks me in the eye firmly, nodding that he will indeed fight. I put a warm paw on his muzzle and i caress him gently as I look into his eyes lovingly. Hating myself that I might have hurt him. The squad ignoring our tender moment out of courtesy and respect for their commander get to their feet as the moment approaches. Walking over to the blown out remnants of what was part of the wall I pull out my plasma pistol and power sword as I charge them up. Letting out a dull whine to tell me that have charged fully I motion for Deadeye to pick out the heavy weapons crews as grox sets his sights on the plague marine. waiting as the seconds tick by I start to here ruble and the muffled curse as the other squads of guardsmen move into position. Hoping and praying that no one is stupid enough to let go of our positions. Alas not all is as I planned it and a yelp is heard from one of the ruined buildings as some fur trips on something. The marine obviously hearing the noise turns toward my position and I could swear by all that is holy he sets his foul diseased filled gaze squarely upon me. Knowing that the element of surprise is lifted I bellow out in a commanding voice " FIRE AT WILL SOLDIERS AND MAY THE EMPORER PROTECT YOU" The flare of a hundred lasrifles streak towards their targets punching half a dozen cultists of their feet. Seeming to have no effect on the plague marine the lasbolts bounce of harmlessly. The Chaos marine lifts his plasma rifle into the air as he points it at a building swarming with imperial guardsmen. Pulling the trigger the large ball of plasma slams into the ruins killing half a dozen guardsmen and collapsing the already weakened structure trapping only god knows how many more beneath the rubble. Picking another target the space marine lifts the rifle to his shoulder only to stagger back as the glass lens on his helmet shatters and a spurt of puss filled blood dribbles down his mask. Turning to look at the shooter he looks pissed more then hurt is what I make out of it Looking over I see Deadeye cocking the rifle again as he aims up another shot. Turning back to the battle the heretics now aware that some one is opening fire at them have dived behind what cover they can find and have begun opening fire on the guardsmen. Sergeant Hazlys squad finally moving into position start to open fire on the hulking marine. Their lasrifles merely bouncing or fizzling of his armor don't seem to do much harm but as I watch 2 missiles careen towards the armored monolith and explode sending a shockwave through the ground. After a few moments the smoke clears and the marine standing their with an arm missing and badly damaged turns Toward the squad and fires another orb of plasma into them incinerating them in a horrible explosion. The fire slackening on my side of the battle as more and more troops fall to the heretics heavy weapons. I command my squad to fall back as the marine trains his sites on our empty building again. Only just managing to get out it seems as we hear an explosion from the ally way as another blast of plasma flies into the building. Hurrying through the garbage and rubble filled alleyway I bring my squad into another building a few doors down. Telling my mate to open fire on the heavy weapons squads he starts picking them off in a timely fashion as Grox opens up with his auto cannon flinging heretics this way and that as shells rip through their body's. With only a few dozen or so heretics left with the deadly marine I scream into the comm ordering all units to charge the vile monster in hopes that it will nullify the awesome power of his plasma rifle. Screaming prayers to the emperor what's left of my company streams out of the buildings and rushes across the 15 or so meters to the heretics position. The remaining soldiers of my company smash into the few remaining heretics clubbing their way to the beast behind the back of their enemies. Using the heretics as a shield from the assault the marine drops his rifle to clatter into the dirt as he draws a power sword easily as big as a man. He thumbs the power cells to life swinging the massive sword through ranks of guards man and heretic alike he scythes through them monstrously by the dozens as he wades through the ranks. Running along with the pitiful remnants of my army I down a few of the vile creatures easily with my power sword. Looking around to get a better grasp of the situation I feel a cold tingle run up my spine as a large shadow looms over me. Turning around I look up into the abominations face as my muzzle wrinkles in disgust at the smell of infected and rotting meat that the marines body is made up of. I turn and fire my plasma pistol into his chest boiling away the armor as it burrows itself deep inside the infected tissue. Seemingly not able to feel pain the space marine pulls back for a mighty swing seemingly wanting to cleave this impudent creature in two as it damaged him slightly. Swinging the massive power sword through the air I juts barely manage to crouch underneath it as i feel the power field around it singe the fur on the top of my head. Rolling between its legs I swing my own power sword through the air trying to lob of its leg. Cutting through its armor like it was butter a flicker of hope rises into my breast as I feel it start to cut through flesh. Suddenly the large armored figure kicks forward dodging the blade and kicking a hapless guards man who just happened to be in the way a few dozen feet into the air. Lifting up his leg he stomps down powerfully at me trying to crush me beneath the heel of his power armored boot. Scrambling to the side he manages to crush my bionic arm into the ground. Destroying it utterly and pining me in place. Bringing his power sword up in what would be the killing blow he stabs down at my chest seemingly to fast for one so large. Closing my eyes as he thrust down with his sword i wait for the inevitable to happen. Hearing the familiar sound of an auto cannon go off I feel the pressure lift off my destroyed limb and I look over to see grox blazing away at the monster as it crumbles to the ground the heavy shells of the auto cannon punching through its armor like it was paper. Standing up awkwardly as I observe what's left of the square. Only a few heretics remain to fight back as they are clubbed down into the dirt. Not wanting to run as they fear their master more then death if they were to fail they fight to the last man, as what's left of my company swarms over them. Taking a quick head count it looks like more then half of the guardsmen are dead or unaccounted for. searching around worriedly I see Deadeye tending to the wounded along with what little medics I have left. Ordering the guards men to set sentry's I carefully remove the old commissars jacket and look at my destroyed arm. Everything below the elbow has being torn away and what's left is a mess of torn wires and shattered plasteel. Sighing as id have to get another replacement from the medical bay aboard the command ship I lean against the hard plasteel of the fallen marines foot. Waiting for the drop ship I look around thinking that more soldiers could have made it out if things only went smoothly. --- part 3 --- Flexing the new bionic arm I walk down the corridor after giving my report to the L.G. Not very happy in the fact he didn't stick with his "war would be over in 5 days". He was even less happy when I told him that I was not able to capture any heretics. Walking towards the med bay to check on deadeye I open a pack of S.B.F. rations and snack on them along the way. Walking through the glass doors of the med bay I watch deadeye clothed only in his army fatigues flex and stretch his shoulder following the doctors orders. Chewing silently on the ration pack I enjoy the view as he looks over noticing me watch him. Jumping off the table he puts a clean shirt on as he listens to the medics orders. Saluting the orderly he hurry's out of the room and I hug him as he runs up to me. "I'm glad i didn't lose you in that tank attack" I say swallowing the rations and kissing him passionately. Opening his maw to say something I place a finger on his lips as I smile warmly dragging him out the doors and to my cabin. Getting a few stares on the way I just wink back at them as we walk through the doors of my quarters. Pushing him onto the bed so that he's laying on his back I straddle his hips and kiss him again slipping my tongue into his muzzle to play with his. Breaking the kiss after a few moments I undo my belt and drop it on the ground swiftly followed by my fatigues as I stand in front of him naked and rubbing my already hardening member. Undoing his pants and dropping them on the floor next to mine I kneel before him as I suck on his furry sac and sheath. Arousing my mates 7 inches quickly I suckle and lick the head teasingly as I squeeze and rub his fuzzy orbs gently with my paw. Swirling my tongue around the head I lap up the beads of pre as he lays back and moans happily gently bucking his hips into my muzzle. Spending a few more moments licking and teasing him I murr happily as I slide his throbbing meat into my mouth. Sucking gently I lower my muzzle onto him till my nose is touching his soft fur at the base of his member. Stopping for a moment to enjoy my mates aroused musk I lift my muzzle up until only the head of his member is left in my muzzle. Licking his pre before going back down I continue sucking him agonizingly slow. Lifting his head up after a few moments he whimpers as I continue my slow pace. Giving the head a last quick lick I climb up onto the bed and I grasp his member with one paw as I straddle him. Aiming his burning hunk of meat at my tail hole I slowly lower myself onto him till the head of his cock is just parting me. Steadying myself with on hand on his chest I smile at him hungrily as I slam down on his rod spearing it into me. Letting out a loud moan as I feel him part me I stop for a minute to adjust myself to his girth before lifting myself off his hips before plunging back down again. deadeye leaning back on the bed as waves of pleasure roll over him grabs my ass with his paws and squeezes them harshly as he starts to pant and moan as I ride him. Holding my head back and moaning as a warm pleasant feeling grows throughout my body I thrust down powerfully onto his hips with a slap as we connect. Moving my free paw up to my manhood I begin to furiously paw myself off as my mate bucks up into me as I thrust down onto his hips. Increasing the pace I rock up and down on him at an amazing speed as I feel my orgasm begin to grow in me. Letting out a throaty growl as my pleasure peaks I slam down onto his hips hard spraying my seed over his chest as my muscles clench rhythmically around his shaft. Not being able to hold on through the increase of pleasure my mate lets out a howl as he tightens his grip on me claws drawing little droplets of blood as he jets his cum into my bowels. Continuing to rock atop him trying to milk him for all he's got a few rivulets of spooge dribble down his shaft and sac to fall onto the mattress covers. Leaning down atop him for a moment as I catch my breath I lift up and he slide out letting a small stream of cum dribble down onto his crotch fur. Rolling onto the bed covers beside him I kiss him tiredly as my body catches up with itself from today's activities. Moving under the covers we hold each other tight kissing passionately as sleep over takes us.
first time by dbj_rab	and old orgy story i wrote - First Time © 2,000 DBJ. It's early morning, and I'm running along the track getting my daily exercise, when I noticed a lion following me. I decided to see if he was looking at me the way I think he was. I noticed a bench and sat down for a rest. The lion soon followed	[ "Gay", "Lion", "M/M/M/M", "Orgy", "Rabbit" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464054-first-time	First Time © 2,000 DBJ. It's early morning, and I'm running along the track getting my daily exercise, when I noticed a lion following me. I decided to see if he was looking at me the way I think he was. I noticed a bench and sat down for a rest. The lion soon followed suite, and sat down next to me. "Hi. My name is Dan. What's yours?" "I'm David," the lion replied. "Nice weather were having huh?" he said. "Yes. It's pretty cool and warm. Great for running," I replied. "Do you run here often?" "Yes. I run here every morning before I go to work." "Heh, so do I. How come I haven't seen you before?" "Probably because I run faster than you." "Oh, really? Want to bet on that?" "All right. What do you propose?" "How about whoever runs to the bathroom first, gets to have a blow job?" "Woah, you sure don't waste time, do you? All right that sounds good." We soon took off, making sure we were following each other. I was in the lead, but then David came close. We both reached the restroom at the same time, so it was a tie. "Well, it looks like we both get blow jobs," I said. "Hmmm. All right it's agreed." David then pulled me into the last stall, and he sat on the seat. He then began to fondle my bulge and dropped my pants, to expose my puny 6" inch cock. He started to lick it up and down, while fondling my balls. I moaned as he put my dick in his mouth, and started to suck hard. I gasped at the sensation I was feeling. I have never felt anything like this before. I groaned and panted, as I knew I was about to cum. I started to thrust my hips into his mouth, deep throating him. He felt my cock twing as I soon spurted my juice down his throat. He drank every drop. "Hmmm. Salty." He said. "Oh. I have never felt anything like that before," I replied. "Well, now it's my turn." I soon pulled his shorts down, and gasped at his huge member that sprang forth. His dick was at least 8 inches and he wasn't even hard yet. I gulped; as I bent down to do the same thing that he did to me. I fondled and licked his balls, and then started to put his head into my mouth and started to lick and suck it. I heard him groan as I started to try and put more of his dick into my mouth. I only got about half of it in. I started to bob my head up and down, while sucking him as hard as I could. I heard him panting and groaning, and then felt him throbbing as his climax approached. I quickly put him out of my mouth before he could ram it down my throat, and jacked him off. David soon spurted lion cum all over. "Wow. That wasn't bad. How come you didn't eat me?" "I'm not really into eating cum," I replied. "Oh. That's okay. Say do you want to go to a party I'm having later tonight?" he asked. "Sure that sounds good." "Okay, here's my address and the time," he handed me a card as he puled up his shorts and then left. "See you at eight," he said as he left. "Okay. I'll be there," I replied as I cleaned myself up. I soon started to run again, but more slowly, as my legs were wobbly from the blowjob that David gave me. I then finished my run, and got on board the bus towards home. I quickly got dressed, and headed towards my classes for the day. I couldn't really concentrate on anything, since David was on my mind all day long. I eagerly waited for the last class, so I could get ready to go to his party. I double-checked the address, and which bus I needed to get there and then hoped on. Pretty soon I reached his house a little bit earlier then intended. I felt a little nervous as I walked up to his door, and summoned courage to go through with it. I rang the doorbell, and David answered it. He was completely naked. I felt my jaw drop as I looked at him. "Welcome. Did you find the place okay?" he asked, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "Ummm, yeah I found it okay. Do you realize you're naked?" I said. "HMM oh yeah. Sorry I forgot to tell you that this is an orgy party." "An orgy party? Okay. I'm game then. I've never been to one before." "Well, come on in and meet some of my other friends." I walked in, and David introduced me to some of his friends. "This is Tom, Don, Rob, and Jerry," he said. I looked at the different creatures, and said hello. Tom was another Lion, Don was a Fox, Rob was a Mouse, and Jerry was a Skunk. They looked me over and said hello. They were also devoid of clothes. A little later, several others showed up, a dog, a horse, a bear, and a rabbit. Everyone was simply walking around naked, eating the horderves, and enjoying each other. I walked around, a little embarrassed, since everyone else was hung like there was no tomorrow. Soon after everyone has finished eating, David stood up and said, "Welcome everyone. I'm glad you could come. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves. Shall we start the real fun?" Everyone shouted agreements, and then started to pick out a beginning partner to work with. The dog chose me. "Hi. My name is Dan as well. Nice to meet you." "Like wise. You've got such a great body. I wish I had the dislipine to work out like you must to get it in shape," I replied. "Well, when this is over, maybe I'll tell you where I work out," he said as he gave me a wink. We then gave each other a kiss, and started to move our paws around each other's body. His fur was soft to the touch, and felt smooth. I slid down further towards his sheath, and his dick soon popped out, gleaming read and sticky with pre-cum. He panted as I bent down to touch it, looking at it closer. I wiped the pre-cum off, and started to jack him off. He growled a little, and began to pump mine as well. I gasped and grunted as he quickly rubbed his paw against my cock, causing me to spasm as I did the same to his, as well as beginning to suck on it. As I was doing this, I looked around and noticed that everyone else was doing the same thing. I gasped at how huge their cocks were, and because the dog started to suck mine to the fullest. I knew I wouldn't last if he kept up the pace, and so I started to finger fuck him, while at the same time jerking and sucking him off. I came first, and he ate every drop that came out of me. I groaned and panted as I felt his throbbing and he gave a little howl, and spurted all over me. We then hugged each other, and looked around as others were cumming all over the place as well. I was astonished at the sight. I have never seen so many males cumming and growling together before. I was like watching a sea of arms and legs moving around. Soon everyone chose a different partner. This time I approached Don, and asked if he would be the first to break my anal cherry. He said he'd be delighted. We then started to embrace each other, and started to roll around as our dicks were pressed against each other. I gasped as I felt his huge hardness rub against my belly. He smirked at me and said, "Never had a fox before had you?" "No I haven't. I haven't had anyone up my ass before. You'll be my first," I replied. "Oh wow. It's been a long time since I fucked an virgin. I'll be sure to go slow and easy then, but before the night is through, everyone will want a piece of your ass and you'll feel like a new person." I gulped and soon braced myself for the agonizing pain I knew that was going to come. He bent down and flipped me over, so that I was on all fours, and began to lick my ass. I groaned at the sensation of feeling his rough tongue lick my hole, and his finger penetrated it. I hissed as I felt such fire going through me from his probing. He then asked if I was ready. I grunted "Yes. Fuck me. Do it to me, lover." He then rubbed his sheath against my back and hole, and his dick soon grew hard again, and he slowly thrusted himself inside me. I cried out as I felt his head moving slowly towards my ring, and I tried to relax, knowing it should help him to slide it in easier. He then pushed himself in deeper, and I felt my ass go on fire as his head broke through my anal ring. I felt my tears going down my face, and he stopped making sure I was okay. I replied that I was and he continued until he was all the way in. I gasped as I felt his belly rub against my back, and that all of his 9" cock was in me. I moaned again as I felt someone licking my tears off my face, and Don was sliding himself out of me. He kept this up, and then started to thrust faster and harder. I was soon on fire, not being able to control myself as he pumped and pumped himself in and out of my ass. I then felt a dick press against my lips, and saw David. He then shoved it in, and I sucked on him while Don kept fucking me. I soon felt Don panting and he started to thrust harder and deeper, then he shoved in as deep as he could go, and filled me with his fox spunk. I gasped as I felt him filling me up, and then David came all over my face. I moaned as someone sucked at my dick, and I came rapidly. I moaned and said, "Guys, I don't know if I can keep up with this kind of pace." "That's okay, you just rest, and then when you're ready go ahead and join in." I then moved away, and sat watching the others grunt and cum all over. Soon everyone was in a free for all, grabbing what ever ass they could and stated to fuck. I soon felt my self getting hard watching the action, and decided to join in. I moved over to the one who was on bottom, a skunk, and rubbed my ass against his huge cock. I felt it go in, and if felt a little less painful than when Don fucked me. I was thrusting my ass back as I could enjoying the feeling of another dick in my ass. Soon everyone was sweating and swearing, and they came inside each other. Everyone was still horny, so the simply switched places. I was then on top of the bear, and was fucking him in his tight ass, and quickly came for the fourth time. I gasped and moaned never feeling tired and sexually satisfied as I have then. Everyone else was also panting for breath and moved off to lick each other clean, and dozed off to rest. I did as well. The Beginning.....
Behind Locked Doors \| Part 6 by Rivard	#13 of Inner Dilemma - First of all, I'm so sorry for the wait. I had to stop writing for a bit because of finals. Now that those are out of the way, I can continue this series! Speaking of that, I've mapped out the rest of this and it should go until part 10 and then the epilogue. But enough about	[ "Gay Relationships", "Police", "Story Progression", "Story Series" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249192-behind-locked-doors-part-6	First of all, I'm so sorry for the wait. I had to stop writing for a bit because of finals. Now that those are out of the way, I can continue this series! Speaking of that, I've mapped out the rest of this and it should go until part 10 and then the epilogue. But enough about stuff that you don't care about, let's get on with the show! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Kyle and I made our way back up to Mike's hospital room. My mind was still clouded with all the new things that I just learned about Kyle. I felt horrible for Kyle and everything that happened to him. This came with a growing hatred towards his father. Then I remembered the way that I treated Mr. Grey mistaking him for Kyle's actual father. I made a mental note to talk to him after seeing Mike once more. Once Kyle and I entered Mike's room, I noticed that Kyle's family was no longer in there. It came as a sort of relief to me because I just avoided an awkward moment for the time being. Mike noticed us as soon as we stepped in. I heard the beat of his tail against the bed and that helped me feel better. "I was wondering where you went off to." Mike said with his usual enthusiasm. "Yeah, sorry about that." I said. Mike lifted up his paw, "Don't worry about it. So, anything new going on since, you know, last time?" Oh yeah, a lot happened since the last time we had spoke. I looked over at Kyle and knew that he was thinking the same thing as me. "Nope, not really," I answered. "At least I didn't miss anything," Mike said without noticing the glance that Kyle and I shared and grabbed a deck of cards for the small table next to his bed and started shuffling them. "You guys want to play some poker? I've been dying of boredom here." "Alright," I said, "you got chips?" "Already taken care of," Mike said pulling out a case of them from a bag, "one of the benefits of being in the hospital for saving someone else is that a lot of people like to give you gifts." "Can I join in?" said a voice from behind me. I looked around and saw John standing there leaning against the doorframe with his tail swinging behind him and a smirk on his muzzle. It was really good to see him again and it had been a while since I had seen John and that made me feel a little guilty. John walked up to the bed. "It's good to see you again," he said to Mike holding out his paw. Mike took it and pulled John in and they both used their other arm to give a brief half-hug. John grabbed a chair and we commenced to play poker. Mike took the deck of card and started shuffling them like a pro. "Alright bitches," he said, "This here is Texas Hold 'Em." We played for what seemed like hours, but we didn't care about the time. It was the first time that all of us were together happily for a long time. After I had taken just about everyone's chips, a nurse walked into the room. "I'm sorry," The feline said, "but you all need to go. Mike needs his rest." Mike chuckled, "Come on Laura, I just came out of a coma, I've had plenty of rest." "Don't you use that tone with me," Laura replied with a playful smile on her face. Mike blushed under his fur after Laura spoke. I wasn't sure if anyone else noticed it but me, but I kept quiet. I looked back at the nurse. She seemed young and by judging from her looks, she seemed only a couple years older. Mike looked at me and I looked back at Mike and gave him a quizzical look raising one eyebrow and darted my eyes between him and Laura. Mike got the message because he turned redder. He then shook his head slightly and said to everyone, "Sorry guys, but I can't say no to her, otherwise I wont get extra pudding." We all said our goodbyes to Mike before stepping out of the room and down the hallway making our way around other visitors, doctors, and nurses. As we walked I turned to John. "Hey John?" I asked him. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm really sorry for being so distant lately. If it seemed like I was pushing you away or avoiding you, know that that wasn't what I was trying to do." "It's okay Allen, you're going through a lot right now." I put my arm around John and pulled his shoulder against mine and he did the same to me as he returned the bro hug. We let go and with a smirk on the fox's muzzle he looked over at Kyle, "you better watch out Kyle, Allen's a player." I gave a teasing punch against John's arm, which he overplayed and acting like his arm was broken. I then felt Kyle take a hold of my paw. "Don't worry," Kyle said, "no one's going to take my wolf." We made it to the lobby and saw that Kyle's family was still there waiting for us. Kyle went to talk to them as I went to get a drink from one of the water fountains. I lapped up the water, even though it had on odd taste to it. I stood upright to join everyone else when I saw Kyle's dad standing right behind me. "Oh!" I jumped, "Mr. Grey, sorry, I didn't see you there." "It's okay Allen," he said. "I wanted to talk to you." He made is way to a secluded part of the lobby out of earshot from anyone else. I followed half a pace behind him. Once it seemed like he was satisfied with the privacy he stopped. "Allen," Mr. Grey said, "it has come to my attention that you know more than you let on." I knew exactly what he was talking about. My ears drooped down and I replied, "Yeah. I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier today." "Don't worry about it Allen, Kyle told me about what you heard with the Detective. Personally, I don't think that that detective should have brought you along. That's not what concerns me right now though. I does have me worried is that Kyle also said that he told you about his past, from his actual father to how he ended up here. "Yeah he did," I said, "he," I paused, "he told me everything." I lowered my head not in shame, but sadness. "It's a tough story I know," Mr. Grey said as he put his paw on my shoulder. "As his father now, it's hard to hear." I could see his eyes water a bit, but he wiped them with his paw and continued, "But now that you know everything, I have to implore you to keep quiet about all of this. I know you want to get justice; I do too. To be honest if I saw his actual father, I'd strangle him in a second, but you have to keep your head down. A lot of work has been done by a lot of people to keep Kyle and Cole safe. If anyone hears about this, then you put both of their lives in danger. Kyle should have never told you, but since he did, you have to swear to me that you will not breathe this to another soul." "I swear Mr. Grey," I said, "I won't do anything to harm Kyle or Cole." "I know you wont," he said. \--x-- The bus came to a squeaking halt downtown. I made my way around a couple people and hopped off of the bus. The doors closed behind me as the hunk of metal rolled away. I turned to my left and made my way down the couple of blocks downtown to where the police station was. The familiar sight of the stations met me as I entered through the double doors and stepped in. I walked over to the receptionist at the front counter. "I'm here to see Detective Bosh," I told her. "Do you have an appointment?" the sheep said without looking up from her computer. "Uh, no," I answered, "but it's important that I see him right away." "Are you here to report a crime?" she said in her monotone voice. "No," I answered again, "I just need to talk to him. He knows who I am just say that I need to speak with him," She finally took her gaze from the computer and looked at me, "I'm sorry, but Detective Bosh is busy right now and can't see anyone unless he has told me of it in advanced." She then looked away and went back to her computer. I stood there for a second to find something to say but nothing came to mind. I turned around and took a few steps away when I stopped to look down the hallway. People in suits and others in casual clothes were walking through the hall and coming in and out of doors. I took a quick glance over towards the receptionist whose eyes were still transfixed on the monitor. I took a few steps closer to the hall while still looking at the sheep to make sure she didn't see me. When she made no indications that she saw me, I headed down the hallway to Bosh's office. I had to weave my way around a bunch of people in the hall until I saw the door with Bosh's name on the front. The door was ajar and I didn't hear anything going on inside. I hesitated for a moment as I contemplated whether or not I should open the door. I figured that I had already gone this far, so I put my paws against the door and opened it slowly. Bosh didn't notice me open the door and walk in. He sat reading papers in a manila folder. I took a few steps closer to Bosh's desk and said, "Detective Bosh?" Bosh looked up quickly when he heard me. He quickly closed the folder when he saw that it was me and hastily pushed it to one side. "Allen," he said, "What are you doing here?" "I, uh, I came to see what you found out about Kyle's dad." I answered. Bosh had a confused look on his face for a split second, but it then went away as fast as it came. "Well, I looked into it and I couldn't find anything on Mr. Grey. I know this must be hard to hear but-" I cut him off, "I mean about Kyle's biological father." Bosh raised an eyebrow at me, "so you know." "Yes," I answered, "Kyle told me everything. I figured you would have found out too. Now, what are we doing about it?" "We?" "Yes, we!" I yelled, "I'm not going to sit here and see what happens, I have to do this for Kyle, for Cole, and for Mike." "What about yourself?" Bosh asked I paused for a moment after hearing that question. I wasn't sure what to say to it. All that could come out of my muzzle was, "What?" "Allen, you've gone under enormous stress since I first saw you. Everything that has happened to you is sending you into something very profound. You feel as though you are responsible for everything that has happened. What you need to realize is that you can't always take care of things by yourself. As hard as that may be to hear, it's the truth. You're a college student, you need to be worrying about your finals and not Kyle's father." "Not care?" I asked, "How the hell am I suppose to not care about Kyle? He is everything to me. Not just my boyfriend, but he is the reason I haven't gone insane. The only thing that can completely put me at ease is if I can resolve this somehow." "Trust me, if it were up to me, I'd let you in on what's going on and have you help out because you've got a knack for this sort of thing. But the fact of the matter is that you cannot legally do anything. We have professionals that can do this sort of thing and I cannot let you do anything with me. The one thing that you should do is to be with your boyfriend and with Mike. You can give them support." Frustrations took over all emotions. I wanted to burst and yell at him for not letting me get involved, but I knew that I had to hold back. I just stood there. Then a tear formed in my eye as I realized that there was nothing that I could do about it. I stormed out of Bosh's office and slammed the door behind me and into the hallway. I saw a restroom across the hall and I pushed the door open and walked in. No one was inside, which was perfect for me. I went to the door of one of the stalls and punched it in my frustration. The impact from my knuckles against the door made a sizeable dent in the door and my knuckles hurt really bad. I shook my paw in pain as I instantly regretted doing it. I walked over to the sink and ran some cold water. I cupped my paws to collect some of it and splashed it on my face and muzzle a couple of times. I grabbed some paper towels and dried off my fur. Once I threw the last one away, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My reflection looked back at me in a kind of defeated expression. The feeling of giving up started to win me over. I closed my eyes and shook my head saying, "No. I am not just going to sit around and hope for the best." The feeling of giving up started to subside and my confidence came back a little. Only one thought stood in my way, How? My mind raced as I thought of different ways that I could get back involved, but nothing came up. I felt the anger rising up again when it hit me, "the folder," I whispered to myself. I closed my eyes as I started to think back on my entry. As soon as I entered, he looked scared and tried to hide it as soon as he saw that it was me. Would he have looked so nervous if it didn't involve me or Kyle? There was no harm in trying, but I had to figure out how to get a look into the folder. I put my paws on the sides of the sink and I racked my brains on how to get Bosh out of his office and me in. I thought about creating some sort of disturbance to distract him, but then I'd have to get someone else to do it and I didn't know anyone here that would be willing to help. I slammed my paw against the counter and squinted my eyes shut in hope that I would think of something. I heard the door to the bathroom open and I jumped. I whipped my head around to see that it was just a squirrel that walked in. The squirrel seemed confused as to why I was jumpy. I put my head down and walked out of the bathroom back out into the hallway. Once the door shut behind me, I looked at Bosh's door, which remained closed. I turned to my left and headed down the hallway to an unoccupied bench. I sat down and put my head in my paws trying to come up with something. The sound of a door opening caused my right ear to twitch and I looked up to see Bosh leaving his office. He pushed the door behind him to close it, but it didn't close all the way. Bosh seemed to be unaware of that and kept walking down the hall where he then disappeared behind a corner. I didn't want to waste this luck. I immediately stood up as soon as Bosh was out of sight and headed towards his office door. I push the door open slowly afraid that there was someone else inside, but found that there was no one occupying the room. I headed straight for the desk and walked around it and stood next to the chair and searched the surface. I found a manila folder and opened it. Inside was about some sort of robbery case. Seeing that it was unrelated to what I was looking for, I closed it and motioned to put it back when I saw another manila folder that looked like it was shoved under a pile of papers. I pulled it out and read that the tab had nothing written on it, but across the front read, GREY INVESTIGATION. I opened it and inside was Kyle's face accompanied with a list of basic information about him such as eye color and his previous name. I flipped the paper and saw another sheet of paper with a small photo of a Doberman attached to it by a paperclip. The paper consisted of a bunch of small notes that read "OFFICER JOHNSON" "UNDERCOVER FOR 3 YEARS" "ASSOCIATED WITH FRANZ" I looked around at the other notes written down and then I saw the number 555-3327. I looked around for a sheet of scrap paper that Bosh wouldn't know was missing when he got back. I opened up the drawer directly underneath the desk and saw some sticky notes. I figured that Bosh wouldn't notice a sticky note missing so I grabbed a pen and hastily wrote the number down. I looked back on the sheet of paper in case there was anything on it that I should know. I saw, scribbled below the phone number, "GOES BY ZIG" and "CODEWORD EVEREST." I wrote those down on the sticky note and shoved it in my pocket. Fearing that Bosh was coming back soon, I closed the manila folder and place it back under the papers and tried to align it so that it seemed like it was undisturbed. Once I was satisfied with how it looked, I quickly walked around the desk and to the door. As soon as my paw rested on the doorknob, I went back into stealth mode. As quietly as I could, I opened the door and stuck my muzzle out of the door. I check to my left and my right to make sure that no one paid any attention to me. To my gratification, no one seemed to notice or care that I came out of Bosh's office. I took off down the hallway toward the front entrance. I was about thirty feet from the reception desk, when Bosh came around the corner. My heart missed a beat and I immediately turned around so that only my back faced him. I saw a water fountain a few feet in front of me and I took refuge to it. I bent over and lapped up the water coming up as I heard Bosh walk past me without noticing. My body shivered a little as I thought of how close that was. Once Bosh was well past me, I stood back up and headed out of the station.
Companions Chapter 33: What Mares Know by Evoquus	#34 of Companions - [Companions Chapter 33] \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under	[ "Anal", "F/F", "Horse", "Human", "Lesbian", "Oral" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1007-companions-chapter-33-what-mares-know	[Companions Chapter 33] \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inappropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \* \* \* \_COMPANIONS\_ \* by Evoquus \* \* \* (c) Copyright 2003, Evoquus, All rights reserved. \* \* Feedback is appreciated: [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) \* \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, F/F, Human-Stallion-Mare, Anal, Oral [Author's quibble: Part 12 (Chapters 33-37) was originally intended to be included with Part 11 (Chapters 30-31), telling the two tales simultaneously by volleying back and forth between them. Fortunately, I regained my sanity and properly separated them. For those of you following the timeline, Parts 11 and 12 take place at the same time over the same two days, starting the day after Part 10.] Chapter 33: What Mares Know Any morning that Daniel Racher woke up with his nose buried in the genitals of another Hipponaur was a good morning. It did not matter if it was raining, snowing, or hailing molten lava rock; it could be nothing but good. This morning was not so much a good morning as it was a great morning, for the sun peeked benignly over the horizon as it had done every day of Daniel's new existence, and this human-turned-Hipponaur learned something new about himself. He learned that the gender of the good morning genitals that nuzzled his nostrils and saluted his salivary glands mattered not in the least. Before this particular sunrise, had vulvae and testicles both been on the breakfast menu at IHOP, Daniel would have ordered only the latter. But now there was proof that if the server had screwed up his order, not only would the man in the equine suit not send the feminine delicacy back to the kitchen, he would smile and thank the minimum-wage-earning nincompoop and make sure to tip at least twenty percent. To Daniel, this was truly a great revelation, because it meant that his chances of waking up on a good morning had just doubled. On this morning he awoke intimately sampling the posterior perfume of Tantau's surrogate mother, Shianna. This happenstance was to no one's surprise, really, for it was how he had wearily fallen asleep after an exhaustive evening of carnal indulgence. Together, Daniel and Shianna had teamed up against Rovaun, partaking in an orgy of debauchery and abstinence. The two of them had titillated and tormented their blindfolded beau, intimately attacking him with surgical precision, then retreating before he could react and penetrate. Rovaun had remained good-natured throughout the ordeal because it was a new experience for him as well, despite the tremendous sexual frustration it wrought. Though they had honed their hit-and-run tactics to an art form, Daniel and Shianna had soon discovered that the greatest torment required the least effort, simply by ignoring the hapless stallion altogether. Loud and uninhibited, the two mares had made out passionately just out of Rovaun's reach, leaving him with only his imagination to fill in the blanks, often with generous hyperbole. For the amorous mares, it was all about teasing Rovaun, at first; then it was all about proving to themselves that the animosity between them, as alluded to by a particularly nefarious campfire saga, was non-existent. But as the heated night wore on, the two had discovered that they needed no other reason or false pretense to make love. They both truly enjoyed each other. The words, "I love you, Danny," had escaped Shianna's lips more than once, and not merely to prolong the exquisite agony of the blindfolded stallion. She had meant it, and Daniel had understood it as such, never failing to respond in kind. Often he would remind her that it was her honorable duty to remain with him and Rovaun to bring up their kids, and that the two mares had a further obligation to demonstrate to the young ones how very much their mothers loved each other, as well as their father. It always evoked a bubbling giggle from the white mare, warming Daniel's heart to know that it would be so. And now in the amber glow of morning, Daniel found himself still there, still at the gated entrance to Sex City. Without a second thought, he pushed his equine tongue past those gates, encountering his own virtual semen that had somehow survived the night. His ears detected a happy purr from the gatekeeper. No hounds would be released to chase him off. His powerful tongue made a formidable penis, and he used it as such, pushing in and out to loosen up the mare. He licked at her inner walls and then concentrated on her inverted clitoris, lingually vibrating over the sensitive organ to wake it up, but to no avail. Evidently it was tuckered out having taken quite a licking the night before. That was fine with him; he adored a challenge. "If I didn't know better," whispered Shianna with a dash of sarcasm, "I'd say there was a man back there." "Not quite," he replied as his tongue continued to burrow. She raised her head and smirked. "I know. But for a mare, you are remarkably man-like." "Well... yeah?" He wasn't quite sure what her point was. She sat up and gently pulled away from him, then swiveled around on her knees and nuzzled his face. "I know that you know how to be a man, Danny, but don't you think it's about time that you learned how to be a mare?" "Uh..." The black Hipponaur stared back at her and then gulped uncomfortably. It had not occurred to him that it was necessary to BE a mare just because his soul inhabited one. "You aren't afraid, are you?" smiled Shianna with head a-tilt. Daniel glanced over to Rovaun who was still blindfolded and blissfully dead to the world. He turned back to Shianna and said nothing, for it was the only way he was able to not lie to her. The white mare brought her nose to the black's and managed to make contact with no more pressure than that of a ladybug alighting on dandelion down. Daniel appeared mortified as Shianna barely brushed his nose fuzz with her own. Despite his obvious trembling, her seduction continued confidently, carefully cracking opening the attic trunk of his femininity. He meekly exhaled an "Oh..." as her dainty muzzle brushed past his cheek to breathe steam into his twitching left ear. He turned to kiss her but she backed away, then eyed him with a simultaneously seductive and reproachful leer. No words were necessary to convey their meaning: Behave yourself and pay attention. Daniel allowed her to continue. "A mare enjoys a light touch from her lover," she soothed. He could not agree more, but found it impossible to respond coherently, which itself, was the response she was expecting. "She likes to be desired," she continued, moving down his neck. "To be told as such, and to be reminded often." Pause for a delicate nuzzle and peck. "... Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so a mare cannot feel beautiful unless she is told so by someone she respects..." She continued to run her mesmerizing muzzle along his back. "... How very... very... beautiful... she is." "Shianna," he gasped, "I think you're incredibly beautiful!" But the words tumbled out like a muffler dragging behind a Chevy, not at all with the finesse of Shianna's prose, which was pure poetic narcotic. "A mare must be kissed, too." She planted one lightly on his lower back, nuzzling the spot and then kissing it again. Daniel thought it quaint, and whickered in appreciation, but was eager for the kissing to progress to more sensitive areas. Shianna did not comply, and instead remained fixated on this one mundane spot. Daniel turned to see what all the fuss was, and then silently shrugged when he saw that there was none. Still, Shianna continued to nuzzle and kiss and make love to this one area of his hide. "I love you so much," she barely whispered, while tenderly probing him there with her nose. And then something changed. He felt himself becoming marked by the mare. It was the Hipponaur equivalent of a hickey, but with two notable exceptions: it left no visible blemish, and it would last, quite literally, forever. The longer she dwelled, the more Daniel loved it and the more he wanted her to remain. The nerves under his skin exulted joyfully with her touch, as if she had somehow altered them to respond only to her attention. A Hipponaur stallion used his essence to physically bond with a mare. Daniel discovered that mares could bond too, an emotional bond-made-physical that was arguably much stronger. The body that Zhorelle had bequeathed him was no longer entirely his own. Shianna had claimed twenty square inches, and as she continued to brand him, he felt as if she had awakened an unknown invisible sex organ on his lower back. There was nothing really there, and there was nothing particularly special about that spot, but it didn't matter. This mare who knew how to be a mare had created a button that only she could push, and from now until the sun dimmed, no matter what the circumstances, if she chose to nuzzle him there, she would have his unyielding devotion. She eased up briefly, and Daniel's heart sank. He turned to her with pleading eyes, and she smiled knowingly. "Be there for her," she said, returning to Daniel's new G-spot, a joyous whinny escaping his lips. "Love her and stay with her." "I will..." he promised. Shianna moved farther back, but Daniel no longer felt abandoned. He knew now that Shianna would never leave him. How could she? She owned him. "When it's your first time with her," she whispered, "tell her how excited you are..." She nuzzled the back of his leg, which instinctively nudged out from underneath him. She ran her muzzle delicately over his left hock, then nipped the sensitive skin just above it. Daniel answered with a squirt. "... How long you've admired her beauty..." She licked the love bite tenderly. "... Her radiance that was unsurpassed, perhaps even intimidating..." More butterfly kisses moving slowly up his leg. "... You wondered whether you would be worthy of her affection..." She was inches away now, inching closer. "... Fear of rejection had held you back for centuries, but now you and she were finally together... and it was always meant to be." Daniel was unsure of what he was hearing. Were these Shianna's secret feelings toward Zhorelle? Never in a million years would he have imagined it, but he didn't care. It was happening now and would happen from now on if he had any say in it. Shianna was incredible. Daniel found himself speculating what his life might have been like had he been born a lesbian. In short hot puffs she signaled that her mouth hovered over its target. Daniel's tail shot straight up to provide unimpeded access. She held her position, breathing hotly onto his labial lips. Then, with a will entirely of its own, Daniel's clitoris reached painfully out to kiss her. The white mare could have prolonged the torture just as she had done with Rovaun earlier, but that was not the purpose of this lesson. She lightly pressed her lips into Daniel, and showed him what every mare knows. Daniel whimpered and moaned under her oral ministrations. She was so light, so gentle. Her tongue flitted more like a hummingbird's than an equine's. He quivered under her spell and climaxed several times, but his desire never ceased nor did the lovemaking. Penetration was not necessary - only companionship, emotion, and technique - it was a "gal" thing. Shianna lapped up his copious emissions. He would have done the same, but for entirely antithetical reasons. For him, the dirtier the sex, the better, and drinking sex pee was high up on that list. For Shianna there was nothing "dirty" that exuded from a mare's loving passion. Her emissions were to be shared, savored, and celebrated, not wasted upon the ground. "Raise up, my love, just a little," she said, as she backed away from him. He did so, and turned his head to see her rotate around with her own tail raised, and her own dripping clitoris poised. She backed into him, and Daniel held as still as possible to improve the chances of a successful mating. It was a challenging maneuver that required both of them to relax their buttocks while simultaneously applying a couple hundred pounds of precise pressure for the recessed female organs to meet. As their tails caressed and sized up one another, the mares tweaked their positions until they both knew they were on target. Then Daniel pushed back hard, his clitoris straining to detach from him. He wanted this mating more than anything, but he did not know why. And then it happened. And then he learned why. The moment the two female organs met, a dormant area in Daniel's brain brilliantly burst into flame. His body flowed with adrenaline. His muscular buttocks melted away, sliding off to the sides, enabling him to easily push back harder and deeper. His manic female penis rattled like a snake, probing, attacking, raping, and pounding its sister. Shianna held fast, reveling in the sexual onslaught of Daniel's clitoral clobbering, that, despite its efforts, could do no possible damage to the other clitoris that regularly encountered phalluses a hundred times its size. The effect on Shianna was not nearly as intense, but nor was it entirely non-existent. She playfully batted back the marauder, which brought pleasurable grunts and snorts from its deranged wielder. Daniel's head swam in colors and sounds that he had never known. Ideas of love and sex and mating, tenderness and playful brutality, all whirlpooled in his head. Similarly, his clitoris played out this crucible of emotions, alternately battering and then caressing and kissing his opponent, waltzing with her one moment, then slam-dancing the next. But of all the strange conflicting feelings spinning in the emotional maelstrom of Daniel's brain, the most overwhelming and perhaps even more bizarre was that of total contentment. This was what it meant to be a Hipponaur mare. This was what they did. This was why mares existed, and this was why they lived so long - so that they could mate like this forever. The feckless stallions had no clue. They fucked, they came, and they left. The mares had a secret that put them to shame, a secret that every mare knows, and we mares must not reveal that secret, EVER! "Shianna knows," Daniel thought to himself. "She knows what this feels like. She's feeling it right now. Feeling it with me. Feeling it because of me. And I'm feeling it because of her. She chose me. And I choose her. We don't need no steenkeen stallions." Daniel's sexual tension meter remained pegged at redline. This would never stop, for there was no reason to stop it, not as long as life pulsed within him and his mate. Shianna, however, had decided that Daniel had had enough, so she ended it by surrendering and playing dead. Daniel continued to pound and pummel his limp mate, which began slowly retreating into it's labial cave. His own organ declared victory, and celebrated with a rousing climax that brought forth a long, loud, bellowing whinny from the black mare. The colors and sounds faded. Muscle tone returned to his mashed backside, driving the mares apart again. The dusty ground beneath them had transformed into a ripe, steaming swamp. It was over, but a new life for Daniel had just begun. "That was AWESOME!" cheered Rovaun. Startled, the two mares turned to the grinning stallion, who had destroyed his blindfold in desperation. Shianna looked down and blushed. Daniel could not care less what Rovaun thought, but was terribly concerned that he was there, that he had seen the whole thing. A stallion had witnessed their coupling! He turned to the mare for guidance, who undoubtedly was feeling the same angst. "Shianna," he said tenderly, "are you okay?" She looked up and smiled at him. "Of course I am, Danny. How about you?" "I... don't know what to say..." He looked at her with such longing. "I love you so much." Instead of blushing at his heartfelt compliment, she scowled at him and looked away, which baffled him to no end. "Companion..." uttered a distant stallion. What had he said? What was wrong with saying it? How could Shianna reject him? Maybe she didn't understand. "Shianna, you are the most..." "I think your husband is talking to you," she snipped. Daniel stared at her silently, utterly crushed by her spurning. To humor her wishes, he turned to Rovaun, who simply smiled warmly at him. "Companion, perhaps we should have a little chat, stallion-to-man." Daniel looked back to Shianna, as if needing her permission to do so. She did not return his dumbfounded gape. Reluctantly he stepped out as a human, and then stumbled dizzily to his feet. "Whoa..." The instantaneous pendulum swing from female to male was thoroughly disorienting, far more so than the dozens of times he had done it before. The virtual man steadied himself for a moment, then glanced at the recalcitrant white mare who still avoided eye contact. The eyes of his stallion, however, burned with a familiar loving warmth that melted Daniel's heart. Feeling his loyalties returning to normal, he wrapped his arms around the handsome equine's neck, and kissed his mate as passionately as ever. "Good morning, Husband," he nuzzled. "Good morning, Companion," Rovaun nuzzled back. "Do you know that every time I regain my sanity and realize that you are the only soul for me, your sexiness instantly doubles forever?" "I know," he sighed immodestly. "I love you, Husband," said Daniel into his eyes, "a lot more than I love Shianna." The man smirked at the white mare, who was now willing to face him again, but with a scornfully-raised eyebrow. "I'm fine, now, honestly," he said to her. "Cut him some slack, Shianna," said Rovaun. "It was his First Time." Daniel briefly shot him a worried glance. Did he know? He wasn't supposed to! Although the stallion was his mate, Daniel still had an obligation to his fellow mares. Rovaun's apparent knowledge of female Hipponaur affairs was forbidden. Shianna sighed with a hint of a snort, but then relented. "Okay." She joined the pair, accepting a nuzzle from Rovaun and a scritching from Daniel. "I shouldn't have done that," she apologized. "We should have been more discreet," scolded Daniel in a whisper. Rovaun chuckled. "Nonsense. I never miss an opportunity to watch a mare-a-thon... and with my two favorite mares! It was superb!" He nuzzled Daniel. "When you have recovered sufficiently, my Dear, I hope you will show me the same courtesy." Daniel gawked at him. "You know... about mares?" Both Hipponaurs snickered at his naivete. "Of course he does, Danny," chuckled Shianna. "Everyone does." "But... it's supposed to be a secret." "Some secrets are easier kept than others." "So, you know, uh, what it's like?" Daniel asked his mate. "It has been a while," replied Rovaun, "but yes, Companion. I have experienced it with a link. It is quite something, isn't it." "Whew," said Daniel, relieved that he would not have to keep this impossible secret to himself. "Shianna, I apologize for my emotions running amok. You have my permission to clobber me anytime I fall out of line like that." He turned back to Rovaun and swooned, "I'm married to this wonderful guy forever." Rovaun neighed happily. "And don't you forget it," said Shianna. "Like I said, just clobber me," he smiled, not taking his eyes off his mate. "Husband, it was so intense... so - FEMALE!" "I know, Companion." "Being a stallion, I don't think you do. I don't think any link could do justice to what it felt like!" He looked over his shoulder at his vacant body. "I'm almost afraid to go back in there... and yet..." he winked at Shianna, "... part of me can't wait to learn more." Shianna shook her head. "I don't think so." "What? Why not??" Not doing it again now seemed unthinkable. "Because, Danny, although I love you dearly, I'm afraid it is more like the love of a sibling." "All right!" grinned Rovaun. Shianna sneered at the stallion's sophomoric remark. "Shianna, I don't regret at all what happened," said Daniel sincerely, "and I agree with you that I need to learn this stuff, since I plan to be here a while." "Maybe you should find another teacher, then," she said. "For me, you will always be a man. I suppose that's why I never really got into it with you." It was a severe blow to Daniel's ego to think that he could never please Shianna the way she had pleased him. It wasn't his fault, but he still shouldered the blame. "Well, don't give up on me, Shianna," he said in earnest. "With my Husband's support, I'll strive to do better." "Absolutely!" agreed Rovaun, "but no more blindfolds." Shianna snorted at the clueless males. "It's not just about sex!" Rovaun and Daniel shrugged at each other. It WAS just about sex. Wasn't it? The white mare shook her head contemptuously at Daniel. She had opened up to him and shown him a new, deeply personal and intimate side of himself, but after everything he had experienced, he obviously learned nothing at all. And Rovaun stood there with him, just as guilty, just as ignorant, just as male. She growled her disgust at the both of them and stormed off. The guys watched her disappear in silence, then Daniel turned to his mate. "Husband, do you know what's great about being a male?" "What is that, Companion?" "Having testicles." "A-men." Under a battered tent relocated inside Parceph's indentation he called a cave, Jeremiah and his stallion made love. Prominently displayed outside was a "Do Not Disturb" sign written in twelve languages including Hipponaur. The chances of anyone reading it were nil. The chances of anyone reading it and heeding it were even niller. While Jeremiah preferred his privacy, Parceph preferred Jeremiah's privates. The man lovingly stroked his partner's mane while the horse nursed, taking his time, making it last decades. Jeremiah hissed happily as he inhaled through clenched teeth. "Danny-boy, was right, Lover. This is the afterlife." The stallion smiled and continued to slowly suck the afterlife out of the man's penis, a penis that was not quite the same as he remembered it from two hundred years ago. "It is interesting, Companion," remarked Parceph, "how two centuries of constant exposure to my essence has selectively altered you." Jeremiah was hoping to avoid this conversation. Parceph continued, "You look the same, sound the same, taste the same, act the same, yet there are two distinct improvements that I find very delightful and even more enigmatic: your cavernous colon and your horse-choking shlong." "Perhaps you shouldn't look a horse-choking shlong in the mouth." Parceph whinnied with laughter and then gagged on his Companion. Jeremiah chuckled, "Yeah I know that didn't come out quite as intended." The stallion settled down and continued slurping. Jeremiah just smiled warmly and caressed his mate some more. "I don't have any answers for you, Partner. I am just so happy to be here, to be with you again, now and forever. You have no idea." "Oh, I have an idea, Companion, believe me." "Well I'll let you in on a personal secret," said the man to his mate. "The other Parceph would have been put to miserable shame by your performance as a one-horse orgy last night." Parceph smiled allowing horse drool to seek refuge in Jeremiah's pubic hair. "It was nothing." "Nothing! Ohhh, Lover, I can't imagine what SOMETHING would be like if that was nothing!" "All right," the stallion confessed, "it was my best effort ever. I just felt terrible about what Danny and I did to you last night, ruining your story like that." "You didn't ruin it... Okay, you DID ruin it, but you knew I wasn't that pissed off, didn't you?" "Well, to be honest," he hesitated, "no, I didn't know. Your tale was told so masterfully, I nearly called off the severed head thing, just so you wouldn't know that we rewrote the ending." "Well, I'm glad you didn't, 'cause your ending was a whole lot better'n mine. And that amazing bit with Danny-boy's head - how long did it take you two to come up with that?" "We didn't have much to go on. The only thing Danny knew was that sometime during the evening, you planned to fake his death. But then I found your cow skull and knife and deduced your plan. Danny spent a couple of hours perfecting the illusion, but most of it was ad-libbed on the spot, based on elements in your tale." "You made it up right then?" "It wasn't that difficult. You offered all of the details yourself in your dreary drama, which I must reiterate, was entirely spellbinding." The horse paused long enough to kiss his mate with his penis breath before returning to his all-day sucker. "Well, thanks, Partner. Coming from you, given how stingy you are with the compliments, that means a lot to me." "So, how long did it take you to come up with the story?" "Oh, I dunno," shrugged Jeremiah. "I just ad-libbed most of it." Parceph released him and stuck his nose in the man's face. "Liar." Then he went back to suckling. "What - you don't think I'm as quick-witted as you?" "Companion, I know that you are not the dim, drawling hick that you portray in public, but even Shakespeare could not have come up with the details and situations you described without a considerable amount of forethought. I find it difficult to believe that you just made up that convoluted plot with Danny, Danielle, and Garson while picking your nose and roasting marshmallows." "Well then, I guess that's the difference between me and... Y'ALL." That last emphasis was especially corny. "Liar, liar, pants on fire," muttered Parceph as he bobbed. "It ain't the only thing on fire, Stud," sizzled Jeremiah, changing the subject. From a distance it appeared as if the virtual man and his stallion were engaged in their usual osculatory activities, but closer examination revealed that Daniel was actually brushing his mate's teeth with a virtual toothbrush fashioned on the end of his virtual tongue. It was not so much a serious dental cleaning as it was a mindless, intimate activity that the two companions enjoyed. Despite the initial "mareness" of the morning, Rovaun still had his man, and Daniel still had his stallion. Nothing was wrong. Everything was right. "This is the happiest day of my life," whickered Rovaun. "Don't be silly," said Daniel, licking equine enamel. "I am being entirely truthful. I am the happiest I have ever been since the day I was born." "Oh, I get it," said Daniel with a smirk. "It's because you got to see me bump rumps with Shianna." Rovaun smiled at him with his bright dark eyes. "As a great man once said, 'Nope.'" "So you're telling me that you are happier on this ordinary day than on our wedding day?" "Yep." "Okay, I give." Rovaun nuzzled him. "Today is the happiest of all days, dear Companion, because it is now, and you are with me." "I see," said the man with half a smile. "You're trying to be romantic." "And your cynicism cannot even put the tiniest dent in my happiness," he cheered. "Good. I'm happy for you." Daniel tightened his arms and buried his nose in the stallion's neck. "And I'm happy for me, too... I'm trying not to be so cynical all the time, but it's just who I am, I guess. Thanks for tolerating it." "No need for apologies, Companion. Your cynicism has saved our butts on more than one occasion." "Mmm. I'm glad I saved your butt. It's scurrrrrumptious!" "Heh-heh. You see? The happiest day of my life." Rovaun initiated more nuzzling, hugging, and kissing, which made a convert of Daniel. This could easily be the happiest he had ever felt, too. The contented man could not think of a single thing that could possibly be wrong about any of it. But the cynic in him managed to come up with something. "Do you think we'll ever get tired of doing this?" "Nope," reiterated the stallion. "How do you know?" "Because I have dreamt it. I told you. You and I remain together for as long as I can foresee, which is a very long time." "That's very comforting, Husband, but I thought you no longer took stock in your dreams." "I can pick and choose, can't I?" "I suppose, but as I recall, you also dreamed of a future married to Zhorelle." "And that has come true, too." "But not the way you thought it would." "No, thank God." "Hee-hee-hee, you are so adorable. Come here, happy horsey." It seemed that the two of them would not be able to get past first base on this happiest of days. No one cared, such was love and life. And as Daniel continued to kiss and slobber over the most wonderful creature he could ever imagine, he found his happiness eroding. He loved being happy, loved the thought of being happy forever, and that made him unhappy, because it was a treasure that had to be fiercely guarded, for Destiny had thieves waiting in the wings. "Huthban," uttered Daniel, his tongue speaking from inside the horse's mouth. "Yes, Companion," sighed his dreamy mate. "I'm afwaid." "Afraid of what?" moaned Rovaun, unconcerned. "Afwaid of loothing you." "Nonsense." The stallion continued necking without a care in the world, but then felt guilty about ignoring his companion's angst. He let go and allowed Daniel to rest his forehead on his own. How quickly emotions turned. "Companion," said Rovaun in his most soothing of intonations, "need I remind you of how old I am, and how old you are, your body, that is." "I know." "There is no reason to believe it cannot continue. We are safe here. You like it here, do you not?" "I love it here," he said, more with a tone of despair than delight. "Then this will be our life," assured the stallion. "We will raise Tantau and Tattoo and thousands of their siblings." Still looking down on the nostrils of his lover, Daniel smiled at that terrifying thought. "Can you imagine a more beautiful future, Companion?" "No," he said, shaking his head and nuzzling his mate at the same time. "Not if every day is like this." "It will be, Companion." Daniel looked up into his eyes again. The dark orbs truly reflected the words he spoke, but Daniel would forever have doubts. "What about her?" he said, staring anxiously at his body. "What about her?" "She's not the same. I'm not the same." "You need not be concerned about that. You were disoriented by mare sex, that's all, and you happen to enjoy it. That is a GOOD thing." "But something's going on in there." "That is quite possible, Companion. You had an intense and unique experience today. But I have every faith in you. You will be able to deal with it. Probably embrace it." "That's what worries me, Husband. I'm not sure I WANT to embrace it. I'm afraid..." He returned his gaze to his mate, who saw the fear in his eyes for himself. "... That I won't want to embrace you anymore." Rovaun believed his mate's phobia to be irrational, but that didn't make it any less real. "Companion, the only way to address your fear is to face it." "You always say crap like that!" "Because you know my crap to be true." "Can't we just stay like this forever? Me holding onto you with human arms and scritching your mane like this? I know you like it." "Yes I do, Companion, and you have my solemn promise to always allow you to hug and scritch me any way and any time you want, but..." "Then I want to keep doing it now." Annoyed, Rovaun glared at him silently, then switched off his personality and stared straight ahead. Daniel continued to hug and rub the equine statue, but it was apparent that his own empty Hipponaur shell was more animated than the stallion. At first this presented itself as an amusing challenge. Daniel caressed and kissed and nuzzled, but the stallion did not break. There were things the man could do that would surely get a rise out of him, but Daniel did not want to go there. Despite having a stubborn streak that could outmatch Rovaun's any day of the week, he really was not in the mood for this game. If anything, he felt as if he were losing his mate already. "Okay, okay, you win," he surrendered. "I'll face it. Geez! What's the big deal, anyway." Rovaun turned to him as he headed back to the mare. Daniel spun around and pointed a finger. "But only on one condition: You swear to me that you'll NEVER give me the silent treatment again. I HATE that." The stallion nodded. "I am sure I can come up with more creative ways to motivate you, Companion. I swear to Hipponaur that I shall never again give you the silent treatment if I can at all help it." That was good enough for Daniel. He turned around, took a deep breath, and then merged with the mare. Rovaun cocked his head and smiled as the mare locked eyes with him. She shook her mane and swished her tail a couple of times, then stared at him in silence. Finally, with a sigh of boredom, she looked around and peered off into the distance, then said effeminately, "I wonder where Shianna is." Rovaun whinnied with laughter. "You do not fool me, Companion." "No?" smiled the mare. "Not for a second. I am far too sexy." "Heh-heh, yes, Husband, that will forever be your ace in the hole," said the mare as she sensually strolled around her mate. "How do you feel, Companion?" "Frankly," said Daniel, stopping to speak the honest truth. "I still feel very different in here... It feels all right... I'm not sick or anything, and I don't feel like I don't belong here, but I definitely can tell that something has changed. I'm not the same as I was yesterday. In fact, I have never felt like this before, either as a human or a mare." "Can you describe it?" "Well," said the mare, sauntering around again, "now that it's just you and me, stallion and mare, the only word that can describe my feelings is: heterosexual." Rovaun laughed again. "I'm glad you find that so amusing." "You will not hear me complain, Companion. When the right mare comes along, I am a closet heterosexual, too." "No you aren't and neither am I!" insisted Daniel. "For the last decade I have known for a fact that I am a gay man, and my gaydar registers off the scale when it points at you. You are, beyond a shadow's shadow of a doubt, a Yiffy - Gay - Horse!" "I heartily disagree with you on that point, Companion. The concept of 'gay' has little meaning for me. I am attracted to your soul, regardless of the gender of the body you inhabit. Shianna has an attractive soul, too, as does Parceph. I have sexual feelings for them, as well. If you think about it, you will find that your feelings are not so different from mine. For example, if my soul were to end up inside a toad, would you no longer be sexually attracted to me?" "A toad? Hmm. Well, maybe I'd lick you. But definitely not a spider." "Of course not," shuddered Rovaun. "But you told me you preferred me as a man." "Yes, because that is your natural form. But I will take you any way I can get. And now you are feeling more feminine than usual. So what? You still have that spark that I love so much. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your wit. You are the same being you always were. We shall be companions forever. Of that I have no doubt." In Rovaun's presence, Daniel's fears faded. The extreme femininity he had felt earlier was not nearly as intense now. Having existed for a while as a man had helped dull the effect of whatever it was that Shianna had awakened within him. Daniel felt sexy. Daniel felt feminine. Daniel longed for the comfort and protection of a stud stallion, and a perfect example was staring him right in the face. The mare positioned herself parallel to her beau to rub cheeks. She let out a big happy contented sigh, but then found herself startled by its tone. The effeminate timbre exactly mimicked Shianna's. Rovaun sighed contentedly, too, but he still sounded like a stud. Did it matter? Daniel was still madly in love with his husband. So what if he became his wife. That was the natural order of things anyway, and Rovaun didn't love him any less. And he could always become a man whenever he wanted. This wasn't so bad. He was making it bad just by worrying about it. Rovaun was right - if the stallion's soul ended up in a toad, Daniel would love that toad till death, and mourn it every day afterward. Neither gender nor species mattered one whit. "You are a goddess, Companion," whispered the stud as he nuzzled. Those beautiful words struck Daniel's heart like an arrow from Cupid. They spoke of love and desire, of yearning and admiration. Yesterday, Daniel would have snorted at their insipidness; today he simply longed to hear more. "I love you so much..." "Oh..." the mare squeaked. "Husb..." Suddenly she backed off, then a man leapt from her body and clung tight with arms and legs to the stallion. "I love you, Husband," he cried into the powerful neck. "Are you still having trouble in there, Companion?" "No," he trembled. "It's just that, when I'm a mare, I can't hold you like this." Rovaun understood completely, because his mate was right. There was nothing so perfectly bonding, so unfailingly reassuring as a strong human hug. The man took several deep breaths then let out a cleansing sigh. "It's great to be gay again," he said. Rovaun snorted playfully. "I thought we had settled that argument." "No, I think we only established that, in general, Hipponaurs are more attracted to spiritual features than physical ones. Humans, are a different matter." "Is that so?" "I like looking at pictures of naked men, and I still do." "Hmm." "Especially pictures of naked men on top of, and underneath, other naked men. I have no idea what's in their souls. They could all be satanic baby kitten stompers, for that matter. But if they're hot, I like 'em." "You have a point, Companion. Perhaps there is a subtle difference between our two species in that regard. If it will make you feel better, I shall concede that you are gay. But consider this: what if you KNEW that the naked men were all satanic baby kitten stompers. How would that affect your desire for them?" Daniel smiled at his wise stallion. "I think I see your point, too." "When you see an attractive man, your subconscious assumes his soul to be a good one. That way you can enjoy his image on a purely visceral level. I doubt that you would ever masturbate to a naked image of Hitler, no matter how attractive he may have been without clothes." "You are so smart," grinned Daniel, "but you still don't know everything. You'll never really know what it's like to be a mare... Oh... my... Goddess!" Daniel's virtual jaw hit the dirt. Rovaun recognized that look of enlightenment, even though to the untrained eye, the man's stupid gape could easily be mistaken for a congenital disorder. "You wish to tell me something, Companion?" "Husband! You experienced it! You know what it's like!" "If you are referring to when two mares make love, then yes," he said calmly. "And I therefore know why it has affected you so dramatically." "But don't you get it?" said Daniel, astonished that his mate had not drawn what seemed to be an obvious line connecting two even more obvious dots. The stallion stared at him and shook his head. "Get what?" "That feeling! That feeling of wanting to be with a mare - any mare, as long as it has a clitoris instead of a penis." Rovaun tried to analyze the ancient feelings. It had been centuries since he had experienced them, but without dwelling on the memories since then, the feelings had lost their edge; softened, but not forgotten. He understood what his mate was talking about - raw desire - but he had never thought to draw a conclusion from it. Many years ago, Rovaun had been instrumental in the rescue of a Hipponaur mare that had been captured by humans. When the two were safely away, the grateful mare had felt an obligation to her honorable savior, though he really wasn't her type. "I cannot thank you enough," she had said, hoping he would accept a hug as compensation for risking his life. "Allow me to mount you and we will call it even." Normally the mare would have capitulated, but the thought of Rovaun covering her had suddenly made her nauseous, so she offered him her only other asset. It was an offer that could not be made lightly, because it could be made only once to any particular stallion, and each time it was dolled out it lost some of its value. "Hmm-hmm, that hardly seems fair," she said coyly. "I have allowed studs to mount me just for sharing an infested apple they found on the ground. How about something to truly remember me by..." After linking with the mare, Rovaun had never admitted to anyone that for the next several days he had become exclusively heterosexual. No stallions interested him. Not even a glance in their direction, except to determine their gender. He had even lost interest in seeking his Companion. All he could think about was how beautiful mares were. Every one that caught his eye gave him a hard-on, whether he knew her or not. Most wanted nothing to do with him, but he desired them nevertheless. Rovaun stared at Daniel. "I... lusted - for mares," he said bewildered, "for a short while, anyway." Daniel nodded. "They could have been satanic baby kitten stompers." "And I would have fucked every one of them without blinking." "Doesn't that go against your fundamental thesis? That Hipponaurs are more attracted to the soul than to the gender?" "Completely, Companion," he admitted in dismay. "So, not only were you not gay, but you were entirely STRAIGHT!" Rovaun nodded. "And from the mare's perspective?" pointed out Daniel. "I felt what she felt. She felt exactly the same way - about other mares, and she was not the only one. They all feel that way, which makes Hipponaur mares entirely gay." Having experienced the mare's desires for himself, Rovaun was convinced that this conclusion had to be true, except that in reality, it was not. Now he did not know what to believe. "Do Hipponaur mares, in general, form homosexual relationships?" asked Daniel. "No, Companion. Only about fifty percent, which statistically supports my thesis: it is the soul that is attractive, not the gender." "Not if you jumped to the wrong conclusion, my dear stud," laughed his mate. "All right. You know something. Spit it out!" "Oh, no, no, no. It's far too much fun playing Socrates." Rovaun snorted, but was glad to see his mate have a good time. "Okay, Mr. Ancient Greek Fart, ask me your questions." "Do Hipponaurs reproduce asexually?" "No." "So they require heterosexual sex to perpetuate the species." "Yes." "So nature designed Hipponaurs to be heterosexual." "Probably." "Of any given heterosexual species, about what percentage of their population are homosexual?" "It varies. Ten to twenty-five percent." "Significantly less than fifty percent." "Yes." "So why are there so many lesbian Hipponaurs?" "I don't know! If anything, fifty percent is too low. If the way I felt after that link is how mares feel every day, then you would think they would ALL be gay!" "YES! YES! YES, Husband! They should all be gay! Every mare knows how good it feels to be with another mare. They're SUPPOSED to be gay - but they're not!" "Companion? I still do not..." "Husband, I'm surprised at you," grinned Daniel. "Think about that feeling - the awakening at the precise moment that the two clits meet. Doesn't it seem just the tiniest bit familiar?" Rovaun thought about it again, and then he dropped his head, completely ashamed of himself, and entirely in awe of his mate. He looked up at this human who always managed to figure everything out in mere minutes what millennia never revealed to the stallion. "It is another Primitive." "Bingo!" "Varyl planted a Primitive in the mares as well as the stallions," posited Rovaun. "That's my bet." Daniel hugged and kissed him gleefully without yet comprehending the impact of this revelation. "In my defense," smiled Rovaun, justifying his deductive failure, "that was a long time ago, and I had nothing to compare the female Primitive with until last month. Furthermore, you must admit that the male and female Primitives are significantly different. There is no bloodlust in the female." "That's because Varyl gave them a different agenda. The male Primitive was designed to prevent the conception of Anthrauns by killing the human parent. The female Primitive was simply another tactic for population control." "Hmm," agreed Rovaun. "A mare bonded to a single stallion can still get pregnant." "So turning her into a lesbian might reduce that chance just a little bit more." "But not completely. Many mare couples have raised foals." "And Varyl didn't want to completely eliminate the species, just manage it." "I wonder why he did not reveal this to us," pondered Rovaun. "He admitted to imbuing the stallions with a Primitive. Why not the mares?" Daniel shrugged. "Why should he? It would just stir up more bad feelings. And the mare's Primitive doesn't really harm anyone..." Daniel looked at the patient black mare, then returned a worried grimace to his mate. "What is it, Companion?" "Husband, I have a Primitive in me!" "Yes you do, Companion, and so do I. It is quite manageable, I assure you." "But your Primitive lusts for me. If we're right about the female Primitive, then mine is designed to drive you away!" Suddenly Rovaun understood the gravity of their situation. Until now, his Companion's encounter with his feminine side had seemed a harmless delve into self-discovery, as with all sentient beings, a journey that is necessary for personal growth. With the caring pride of a father teaching his son to ride a bicycle, the stallion had watched from the sidewalk as Daniel struggled to keep both feet on the pedals of his mareness. But the brakes on this she-beast had been tampered with, and what was now awake within his mate could easily pose a real threat to their future. The unthinkable evoked a half whimper from the stallion, like that of a sad little puppy. "You... you do not have to let that happen, Companion." Daniel clung even tighter to his horse. "I'm NEVER letting go," he cried. Rovaun brought his chin down to pin the man's arm underneath it. "And I shall hold onto you as well." "Thank you," he whispered, kissing the stallion just below his ear. "I swear that no matter what happens, I will love you forever." "And I you, Companion." Daniel and Rovaun held each other close for the better part of an hour. During that time, the world did not end, nor did it even hint at tearing them apart, and each began to feel a little more comfortable that perhaps this wasn't the Armageddon that it had seemed. Rovaun was the first to consider that the worst case scenario might not be all that bad. "Companion, just for argument's sake, let us say that your Primitive ultimately rules your destiny. What do you suppose would happen to you?" "Well," he thought, "I guess I'd want to move in with Shianna, if she'd have me." "Precisely. And she would because she likes you, but more to the point, she likes me, and I would insist that she accommodate you." "But I wouldn't want to be in a one-sided relationship with her." "And you wouldn't be. Don't you see? If you embrace your mareness, you will become more feminine, and Shianna will recognize it. She will see you as a mare, not as a man, and the two of you would be able to satisfy each other." "But where does that leave you?" "Where do you think?" smirked Rovaun. "In the very front row." Daniel chuckled for a moment. The stallion was right. No matter what happened, neither he nor Shianna would ever abandon him. They would be a trio forever. "But each day would not be the happiest for you anymore," Daniel suggested. "It would be hard to imagine otherwise, but who is to say? And in any case, that is still the very worst that could happen. Already, Shianna does not desire mares. There is every reason to believe that you will not." Daniel brought his head back. "That's right - she doesn't. And she knows what it feels like, but she still prefers you. Why is that?" "Well," said Rovaun feigning modesty, "I would think that was obvious, but perhaps you should ask her." "Let's!" Releasing his mate, Daniel whirled around and stopped dead in his tracks when he encountered the harmless and foreboding black mare. "We have been through this, Companion. Nothing has changed. You can do it." "I know," he said, shaking out his neck, hands, and feet as if preparing to run a fifty-yard dash. Instead of dashing, though, he strolled eloquently to the mare. At the last moment he stopped to brush some unsightly crust from her eyelids. "I see that Hipponaurs get eye boogers just like the rest of us." Then the procrastinator decided to appreciate his own beauty for a while. "Any time now, Companion," said Rovaun losing patience. Ignoring him, Daniel gazed at the previously flawed face of the mare, now made perfect with eyes wiped clean. "Husband, do you suppose that I am truly perceiving my Hipponaur face as it exists right now? And if so, then how is it that I know what I look like?" "I can answer the second question much easier than the first, Companion. Zhorelle never missed an opportunity to admire her reflection. She knew every hair on her body, and especially her face." "Pardon me for saying so, but I think I know why. Husband, I am BEE-YOU-TEE-FULL!" "Yes, you are, my Dear. Your external beauty is surpassed only by your inner beauty." "So, my pancreas, kidneys, and gall bladder are just as gorgeous?" joked Daniel. "If not more so." "Then you must have felt pretty darn lucky eons ago when the Elders gave you Zhorelle for a bond mate." "Luck had nothing to do with it. I did not wish to be Zhorelle's bond mate, which was why the Elders selected me." Suddenly Daniel's feminine side took a hit to the groin. He turned to his mate. "Didn't you think that I... or rather, she was beautiful back then?" The man knew fully well that she probably looked exactly the same now as she did then. "Companion," chuckled his mate, "All of Hipponaur are in unanimous agreement that Zhorelle's physical beauty ranks among the top one percent of Hipponaur mares. OF COURSE I thought she was beautiful! And that is why I wanted nothing to do with her. I did not want to suffer the wrath of my envious fellow stallions." "I see... And did you suffer their wrath?" "I still do." "I'm sorry that I'm so lovely," grinned Daniel. He turned back to the mare who, for a brief moment, was grinning as well. "Did you see that?" he gasped. "See what?" "My face... Danielle was smiling." "It was probably gas." "I don't think so..." Daniel's virtual eyes drilled into his equine orbits searching for life on another world. "Are you in there Danielle?" The mare offered no further clues. Mildly disappointed, Daniel sighed, "You're prettier than a 'Danielle,' anyway." He straightened her forelocks, making her look better than perfect. Then he lifted her head and turned it slightly in order to beautify her mane as well. As he brushed her neck with his hands, he kept thinking how amazingly smooth, black and glossy her coat was. And he wasn't the only one thinking lustful thoughts. Rovaun nickered, and then both of the males saw her smile again. The smile vanished simultaneously with Daniel's perception of it. He turned to Rovaun and understood what caused her fleeting cheer: Her stud was semi-erect. Suddenly it all made sense. "A mare likes to be told she is beautiful," he said under his breath, "by someone she respects." Daniel stepped back. "Husband! Tell her how stunning she is, and make her and me believe it." Agreeable to this simple task, the stallion walked up to her, then nickered and postured in equine language. He nuzzled and snorted softly, bobbing his head to rub against her. Then he raised up, holding high above her, as if to indicate it was now her move. The mare responded by lowering her head in submission. Then she tilted and leered up at him seductively. "Hello, Danielle," grinned Daniel. The moment she heard that name, she went deaf and dumb. The man raised his eyebrows to his mate. "Husband, Jerry was right! That bit in his story about giving her an identity." "But she turns off when you refer to her by name, Companion." "Because 'Danielle' isn't her name. It sucks! He was right about that, too. I don't like it, so she doesn't like it. She needs something with more pizzazz." Daniel tenderly rubbed underneath the mare's chin, just as Jeremiah had instructed in his fictional fable. "Hello, Beautiful," he said, staring into her eyes. But the mare knew his words lacked sincerity, for she also knew his agenda. She did not stare back. "I can't outsmart myself," he sighed. "Try faith." "Huh?" "Instead of outsmarting yourself, Companion. Try believing in yourself." "Easier said than done, Husband. In the back of my mind, I'll always know that I'm trying to be manipulative." "Then don't be manipulative." The stallion nuzzled his mare again. "There is no need to manipulate such a creature as this, forever blessed with a face and body that can bring any stallion to his knees." Rovaun got down onto his knees and nuzzled the insides of her front legs. "I love you, my dearest Companion," he whickered in that world famous silken voice, a voice that Daniel would always believe in. The mare nuzzled the top of his head. It was a natural response that Daniel had expected, for how could she possibly ignore such a gesture from her mate. He watched and he finally understood. The mare was alive. "What is your name?" he asked her sincerely. She looked up at him, but did not know the answer. "I know it isn't Danielle." She faded briefly but then recovered. Daniel walked up to her and scritched her mane. She remained conscious but was on the edge of retreating. "You don't know your name, but I bet you'll recognize it when you hear it. It's got to be something unique. Something pretty. Something that does justice to your looks and persona." The mare peered back at him in agreement. "'Black Beauty'... no, too cliche. 'Black Gold'... hmmmmmm... no. 'Ebony Equine'... oh gawd, forgive me. Maybe something less overt. 'Night Mare'... nyet. 'Midnight Mistress'... ugh. 'Elvira!'... no, tits aren't big enough. Come on, Husband, help me." "The only thing I can think of is [horny snort-grunt-pant-whinny]." "How do you spell that?" "With an exclamation point." "Thank you, you're worthless, but something tells me we're close." Daniel put his hands on either side of her face. "You've got a name that is as perfect as you are." By now Rovaun felt this exercise had become moot. The mare was alert, and she had remained alert, even when her identity for two seconds had been the atrociously forgettable 'Ebony Equine.' But Daniel understood the importance of getting this thing right. Out of respect for her, he continued to search for a name she deserved, a name that was appropriate, and a name she would be happy with. "You know, don't you," he said to her. "You feel it too. We're close to solving this." The mare was his reflection, staring back at him with eyes that agreed with him, eyes that were just as determined. "Something pretty, but not saintly. Something mischievous perhaps, but not evil. Something that adequately depicts this can of worms that Shianna op..." The man stopped in mid syllable. Rovaun looked up to see a grin broadening both human and mare cheeks alike. "Uh oh," he said, standing up. "I can't wait to hear it." Laughing with the enlightenment of a man who stole a bite from the Fruit of Knowledge, Daniel raised his face to the sun overhead, challenging the fireball's brightness with his own dazzlingly smile. "Not a can, Husband," he exulted. "Shianna didn't open a can!" The bemused stallion didn't quite follow. "Not a bottle, not a crate, not an egg carton..." burst Daniel. "Shianna didn't open any of those things! Shianna opened... her BOX!" The man gave the mare a powerful hug and cried, "Happy birthday, Pandora." Pandora pinned him tightly under her chin and whickered in gratitude. "Congratulations, Companion!" whinnied Rovaun. "I love it!" Human and mare hugged and rocked, whimpered and whickered together. Then they let go simultaneously. Daniel smiled at himself from both perspectives. "I'm not afraid of you anymore," he told her. She nickered at him as if to say, 'Ditto.' "Hee-hee-hee." He hugged her again and kissed her neck. "You can be as feminine as you like! Heck, maybe Shianna will be more attracted to you while I'm out here. Would you like that?" The mare raised her head and whinnied. Daniel and Rovaun both laughed along with her. "She is only agreeing with you because you agree with her," said Rovaun. "I know, Husband, but suddenly I feel so invigorated. It's like my humanity has just increased a couple of notches. After we find Shianna, we'll have to hunt down Jerry and thank him. Then I'm going to throttle him until he spills his guts about all of the other useful secrets he's been keeping from me." Rovaun chuckled. He, too, would personally thank Parceph's Companion for this gift. "I believe Jeremiah has already indicated that you might get better results using a carrot instead of a stick in that regard." "You mean offer him my naked blindfolded virtual self in exchange for information?" "Bingo." "Okay, but only if you supervise." "I would not miss it, Companion." Daniel gleefully leapt into Pandora, then reared up playfully. "Ahh, it's great to be straight." "You still find me attractive, Companion? No wandering eyes for a white mare?" "Out of sight, out of mind, dear Husband." The mare pranced around her mate, then stopped behind him to stick her nose between his hind legs. "Husband, do you know what's great about being a mare?" "What is that, Companion?" She opened her mouth and engulfed the stallion's balls. "Having testicles!" "Ha! Ha! Ha! A-MEN! After savoring his stallion for a minute, the human emerged onto the mare's back and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Pandora, you are without question, the world's most beautiful Hipponaur. Would you mind taking me to Shianna, please?" The mare whickered and started up in a slow gait. Rovaun came up alongside them and smiled proudly at the man on the mare. Daniel furled his eyebrows at him, informing him that he was being rather rude. Rovaun nodded and then smiled proudly at the mare as well. "Do you think Pandora can manage a quicker pace, Companion?" "Why don't you ask her?" "Pandora," addressed Rovaun, "can you try to keep up with me?" The mare snorted the equine equivalent of, 'Of course I can!' "Very well... and by the way, I concur with your rider with respect to your unparalleled beauty." Rovaun trotted off with his mare following close behind, while her virtual rider admired the bucolic countryside that was his paradise. [End of \_COMPANIONS\_ Chapter 33: What Mares Know] [Next in series: Chapter 34: Jeremiah's Secret]
Should've Known Better by ChefJeffBadger	Two young cubs decide to be heroes and go find out what happens to cubs that have been disappearing from a local restaurant. But, things don't go as planed... This was a commission for Jamieclaywater that I had a lot of fun doing. And I hope you all enjoy as well ^=^ - "You ready, Ritz?" Saki	[ "Cooking", "Cub", "Gay", "Gore", "M/M", "Pain", "Raccoon", "Snuff" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696592-should-ve-known-better	"You ready, Ritz?" Saki whispered to the friend sitting in the seat next to him. The young normal colored raccoon squirmed next to his cream and pink ringed friend. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" The young raccoon squeaked as he squirmed in his seat. "I don't wanna get in any trouble..."The cream and pink raccoon tapped his younger friend on the arm with his fist. "We won't be in any trouble, we'll be like heroes or something, you know, like Kyrpto or The Green Bone. Once we find out what happens to those kids, they'll give us anything we could ever dream of!" The raccoon said as he squirmed excitedly. Ritz seemed to perk up as his friend said that, his stubby ears wiggling as he grinned from behind his mask. "Alright, I trust you Saki. I know you won't let anything bad happen to me.""Yep," the slightly older raccoon glanced out the window and saw his dad walking back to the car from paying for gas, before turning back to Ritz. "Oh crap, there's my dad, we'll talk about it when we get to your mom's."Saki's father pulled to a stop in front of the tall apartment building where Ritz spent every other week. The raccoon looked into the rearview mirror. "Alright were here. You two head on up, Ritz's mom should be home waiting for you guys." The driver paused, and then turned back to his son with a stern look. "And remember what we talked about... I don't want you two going near that restaurant under any circumstances, got it?" Aaron said in the best fatherly tone he could muster. The two boys in the backseat nodded, and each grabbed their backpacks from the floor and nodded. Saki said "Yes Dad".And Ritz followed shortly after with, "Yes Mr. Procyon." "Alright, boys. Have fun at your sleepover." Aaron had a twinge of sadness come across his face, and he reached forward to grab his son and hug him tight. "And remember Saki, I love you." He said before giving his son a quick kiss on the cheek. Saki pulledback, rolled his eyes and said "Daaaaad, don't embarrass me like that in front of my friend." Aaron chuckled, "I'm your dad, its what I do. Anyway, off with you two! I have dinner plans later today and I need to get ready." The boy's nodded, bolted out of the car, and both yelled back "Byyye" as they strode up to the door of Ritz's apartment building. Ritz pretended to ring the doorbell, and they waved at Saki's dad as he drove away. The two watched and made sure he was long gone, before Saki nudged his friend with his elbow and the two of them headed towards the alleyway next to Ritz's mother's building. The two boy's walked down the dark alley a bit, before Ritz grabbed his friend's arm. "I really don't think this is a good idea, Saki. I mean, the whole reason were doing this is because we wanna find out what happened to those other cubs that went in this place, right? Why are you so sure that we will come back?" Saki smiled confidently as he slid his backpack off, opened it up, and shuffled around through his "adventure" gear until he came across a metal bracelet. He pulled it out, and showed it to his friend. It had a slight green tint to it, and there was a bone etched into the surface. "Because I have this."The younger raccoon's eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped in shock. "Is that what I think it is?""Yep, its the official Green Bone telekinetic communicator bracelet powered by will. I ate through like a bajillion boxes of cereal to get it just for tonight. That way I know if we get in trouble all I have to do is focus hard enough I can get The Green Bone to come and save us." Saki said with a swish of his pink ringed tail. Ritz seemed to swell with energy, "Wow, you are soooooo smart, Saki. I know we'll be safe now." "Yep, alright, let's go. The place is right behind your mom's building, right?" Saki asked. "Yeah, I've watched out my window a bunch of times as kids get brought in through the front or back and never seem to come back out. Like I said, my mom keeps telling me I just fall asleep before I do, but it still seems fishy..." The younger raccoon said as he slipped his backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a flashlight. It wasplastic, yellow, and had a red tip. Saki did the same, pulling out a flashlight that looked just like his friends. The two boy's flicked them on, and shined them down the dark alley. "Yeah, but we need to hurry, if your mom comes looking for us she'll ruin everything." Saki said as they slowly walked down the alleyway, the smell of cooking food growing stronger as they went. The smell soon began to mix with the smell of garbage as the boys neared the 4 way stop that connected 4 different alleyways. The one right to their left leading behind the restaurant. Saki slapped on his power bracelet, and moved close to the wall to peer around the corner. Ritz slid between his friend's legs, and peered out from under him around the corner as well. Their masked eyes scanned the alleyway, looking for signs of life. Once they saw the coast was clear, Ritz looked up and Saki looked down, the two nodded at each other, and stood to their feet. They began to silently creep towards the restaurant's back door. There was a guest of wind that whipped through the alleyway and a piece of paper shot up and wrapped around Ritz's face. The young raccoon shrieked and he ran forward at full speed, slamming into a set of plastic trashcans, knowing them over with soft thud, spilling the contents across the ground. Ritz thrashed on the ground for a moment, before Saki dashed over to him, pinned him down, ripped off the paper, and covered his muzzle with his hand. "Shhhhsh doofus!" He growled, and the two boy's froze as they waited to see if anyone had heard. A few minutes passed before Saki stood up and sighed in relief. "Alright, I think were good." Ritz nodded, and he went to get up when he heard a crack from underneath him. He looked at the ground and noticed he'd snapped a bone sticking out of a trash bag. "Hey, what's that?" He asked as he pointed towards it. Saki slipped his bag from his shoulder again, and he shuffled around before pulling out a pair of plastic glasses that had plastic lenses he could flip down to "magnify" what he was looking at. "Step back." He said in a commanding tone, before crouched down and he flipped down one of the plastic lenses, looking over the bone. "Its a bone."Ritz rolled his eyes. "I know that... I meant what kind of bone." "Yeeesh, I'm getting there." He poked at the bag and tore it open, pulling out the long thigh bone that still had bits of meat stuck to it. He looked over it, making quizzical noises, going "Hmmm", "Huh", and finally "Aha!"Ritz's ears perked up, "You figured it out?" The young raccoon asked excitedly. "Nope, but I can definitely tell it came from inside." The younger raccoon looked underwhelmed at that statement. And he went to say something, when Saki stood up, and spoke before he could. "Welp, I guess the only way to find out is to go inside.""Maybe we should just..." Ritz was cut off again as Saki put up his hand and pointed to his bracelet. The younger racoon just nodded, and his tail happily swished behind him. The two boys worked their way towards the large metal back door of the alley, and as luck would have it, it was propped open with a coffee can filled with cigarette butts. The two boys slowly opened the door, peeking around it, and looked down a large red carpeted hallway. There was a set of rubber straps hanging from a doorway to their right, to the left was a set of swinging doors, and straight down was another door. "We'll try the door at the end first." Saki said and his friend nodded. The two of them crept inside; tip-toeing down the hallway. They carefully walked past the set of rubber straps, Saki's ears perking up as he thought he heard someone whimper from within. He wanted to check it out, but he made a mental note to check it on their way back. They could feel the heat of the kitchen as they walked past that large set of double metal doors and their mouths watered as they smelled what was coming from inside. They neared the door at the end of the hall, and they repeated what they did earlier in the alley. Saki peered out of a crack in the door, and Ritz crawled from under his legs. What they saw made both of them turn pale. They looked at the fancy restaurant and at the debauchery going on within. Every kind of species was at one of those round tables or booths, and in front of most of them were what looked like the cooked bodies of cubs. They'd been prepared in every way imaginable. Clear bowls filled with soup and chopped up bits, spit roasted, barbecued, sliced, diced, and served whole as roasts and there was even a dessert cart going around with heads that had been sliced open and filled with sugary treats. The two boy's fell backwards, Saki in shock and Ritz shaking madly from what they'd just seen. "W...we need to get out of here." Ritz said, his knees too weak to stand. Saki was quit and just nodded. He stood up, and helped his friend to his feet. The two of them started to walk out on shaky legs, each too shocked to say a word. They went to pass by the swinging doors when one swung out in front of them, and knocked them both flat on their butts. "Hey watch where you're..." The ferret stopped talking as he looked at the boys on the floor in front of him. He checked the notepad in his right paw, and grinned before slipping it into his pocket. "Oh, I know just where you two belong..." The waiter said as he quickly lunged forward and grabbed the boy's by the scruff of their necks, he was small and lanky, but he was surprisingly strong.The two boy's squirmed as they hung in the air, "Wait! Let us go!" Saki yelled, while Ritz just shook with fear. "Oh I have just the place for you two..." He said with a grin as he kicked open the doors to the kitchen, where chefs and their assistance dashed around from pans, to ovens, to boiling pots, and spits. The boy's began to cry as they looked at the cubs around them each in various stages of preparation. The boy's could see skins and heads hanging from a rack on a wall, cleavers coming down to chop limbs away from bodies, and cubs still squirming on spits as they rotated over a fire, tears sizzling on their furless cheeks. The ferret strolled over to a pair of heavy set horses. The two were casually talked to each other as they cleaned a set of bloody knives. "Oh Hansel and Gardell, look at what I found." The two massive horses, brothers from the looks of it, turned around. Each had flexing muscles that bulged from under their white chef's uniforms which had been stained with fresh blood already that night. The brothers looked alike, they both had the same build, facial structure, french roast colored fur, but one had his mane pulled back into a pony tail, while the other had had his cut short to his head and neck like an army cut, and there was a scar across his right cheek. "Oh? Do you, Pip?" Hansel, the pony tailed horse asked. "Yes, I think they'd be perfect for that celebration order that we talked about earlier." Thewaiter said with a grin. The older, gruffer looking horse snorted. "Wonderful... I've been looking forward to this." He reached forward and gingerly stroked a knuckle across Saki's cheek. "I always enjoy orders that ask for those special twists." The act made Saki cringe. He looked over at the horse, "Please sir, just let us go. We won't say anything. Promise!" Hansel shook his head, "Sorry kiddo, we have hungry mouths to fill. I hope you had fun today, because it was your last." Hansel looked over at Pip, "Which order needs to go out first?"Pip looked over his notepad, "Well the celebration dinner isn't until a little later, and you only need one part for the appetizer they ordered from the plane looking one. So start with the roast, and then go onto the spit roast." The two horses nodded, and one each took a cub from the the ferret's paws. Pip checked his notepad, and without another word he went to check on the hippo medley that was already 15 minutes late. The brother's each grabbed a set of handcuffs from their prep table, the boys could both see the blood stains and scuff marks where others had tried to escape before them. The cub's arms were forced behind their backs, and then locked in place. They were shoved onto the stainless steel counter, and they watched in horror as each horse picked up a knife. They both waited to feel the sting of the blade, but instead the knives were used to cut off their backpacks, and then their clothes. "No please... I want my mommy, don't do this mister. I'm sorry. Please, just let us go." Ritz sobbed as he was slowly stripped by Hasel. It was like a game to him. He would just make a little knick on Rit's clothing, and then shove his finger in and slowly rip downward. The fabric would just slowly unzip beneath his finger, each inch revealing more of that grey and black coat. Ritz shivered as the horse moved lower and lower, before sliding his finger across the raccoon's fat belly, and letting the last threads of his shirt snap.Meanwhile Gardell was being a bit more rough with Saki. He was quickly sliding his knife under the boy's clothes, making quick work of everything. Saki tried not to cry as he felt the knife slide under the leg holes of his undies, before they fall into the pile with the rest of his things. The horse began to poke and prod the naked boy, mumbling to himself. Saki hecould hear a few words like "Sauce", "Stuffing", and "Can't let it dry out" but most of the rest was too much like gibberish for him to hear. Hansel snapped his fingers and three assistants come up, "You boys know the drill." The assistants nodded, and they pulled the chef's apron off, and undid the front of his pants letting his hard pulsing cock out. It throbbing in the air as Ritz looked on in horror, two of the assistant held him down as the other one slide olive oil covered paws along the horse's massive dick. The horse grinned as he walked up right behind the poor young raccoon and that cock is pressed right to the pucker, and with a loud pain filled yell that monster slides right inside of that young hole. Meanwhile the third assistant began rubbing a thick lather over the boy's body as that massive dick throbbed inside of him. He covered the boy the best he could, before taking out barber's razor and began to shave the poor lad. "Ritz! No!" Saki screamed as he watches his friend impaled as that horse begins to breed that young body as his assistants defur him. He glances down at his wristband, and he feels hope surge through him. Maybe if he... his thoughts were dashed as the powerful horse grabbed his arm. "Oh now that's neat." Gardell said as he undid the clasp and yanked it off Saki's wrist. "Nooo! Give it back!" The pink and cream raccoon sobbed as he thrashed, unable to reach out and grab it as the horse dangled it from the tip of his finger in front of the boy. "Oh you will, trust me... but for now, I have some prep to do with you." Gardell said with a grunt. Gardell grabbed a bottle of olive oil, and pulled out a stool from under the counter. He sat on it, and then forced Saki on his back. Saki's head was pinned against the steal as he watched his friend slowly lose his fur, the poor cub crying for help. Begging for Saki to save him. But Saki knew he couldn't do a thing. He just had to watch. His one and only hope was his telekinetic communicator and the horse had taken that away. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt cold wet fingers slide across the picker between his pink furred cheeks. He whimpered as he felt a thick digit slide in and start to poke around inside. He whined as it was joined by a second, a third, and then slowly slid in and out as he watched his friend become a hairless rodent. It felt so strange having something inside of him like that. It felt so horrible, but there wasalso something deep inside of him that made it feel kind of good. He felt those fingers slip out of him with a warm wet pop, and then he was shifted into the horse's lap. He shuddered as that horse's thick erection stuck up from between his legs, poking at his pink balls. He could feel that horse's unflared dick pulse as his fingers traced along the raccoon's left leg. "Oh, looks like your friend is almost ready... They're getting ready to turn him over and do his back." And almost as if on queue, an assistant grabbed the raccoon's long fluffy tail, and with a quick slice, severed it. Ritz yelled louder than he had in his life as the pain surged through him. Then the assistant doing the shaving said "Flip" and the two helpers twisted the boy around the horse who was still fucking him. Ritz writhed with pain as his insides were twisted around Hansel's dick, while the horse nickered with pleasure. "Now that is a fun sight to see..." The horse whispered into the raccoon's stumpy ear, "I watch my brother take a little sweet cherry like that at least 12 times a week, and it never gets old. It makes my dick pulse just thinking about it. It reminds me about what we did to my old man when we... ah never mind, I shouldn't get too attached to you." Gardell said as he started to lift Saki up. The raccoon gulped, "What?" He asked as he felt the tip of that unflared cock (that was just a smidge bigger than his brother's) kiss his puckered hole. He could feel the horse starting to loosen his grip, Saki's hole doing all it could to stay closed, but it was slowly losing the war. "Don't worry about it, colt." The horse whispered as he gave a little thrust forward and forced the head of his dick into that sweet puckered opening, grinning as he let the cub's own weight started to slowly slide down his black and light pink length. "Just enjoy the show, I know I am." The horse cooed, before leaning up to nibble on Saki's stumpy ear. Ritz was like a ragdoll now, he'd blown out his voice sobbing, and salty tears ran down his shaved cheeks. The assistant was finishing up the last bit of fur between the pads on his feet, as Hansel gave a lustful snort. He reached forward toward the magnetic knife holder on the wall in front of him. He grabbed a fillet knife and reached down to grab the shaved balls of the raccoon. He squeezed them, making the broken raccoon boy whimper, but not do much else. Saki had tears in his eyes as he felt the root of the horse's dick pressed up against his pink furred cheeks, his little pink ballsresting on the horse's heavy colt fuckers. "This is always one of my favorite parts..." Gardell whispered into the raccoon's ear. He reached down and slid his hand over the young raccoon's nuts. "I'd do it to you, young one. But, we have other plans for you tonight. So you'll have to settle for just watching." Saki didn't say anything, he just went to look away. The pain of knowing he failed his friend was just too much to bear. But Gardell was quick to grab the raccoon's head and force him to keep his eyes glued to what was happening. Saki could feel the horse behind him start to breath heavy, and his hips start to buck, plowing the tight pink ass in his lap as he watched his brother work. Hansel whinnied as he grabbed those sweet shaved nuts and squeezed, the broken cub beneath him just simply whimpering. He took the knife to the neck of the boy's sac as his powerful dark chestnut colored ass flexed and he humped away at Ritz's stretched and twisted hole. Hansel grinned, and flicked his wrist, with the skill of a master chef he severed that sac and cock with ease. The horse whinnied as he dick, thrusting in and out of that raccoon as fast as he could, before his own ass flexed and he blew his third load of the night into that raccoon's belly. The slice made Ritz yell out in pain as the only thing that would have made him a man was severed from his body. The raccoon twitched, and he fell still against the table. The only sign that he was alive was the fact his shorn chest slowly raised and fell. "Almost there..." The gruff horse whispered into the pink and cream raccoon's ear as he bounced the boy along his thick colt fucker, the sting having turned to a numbness inside of Saki as he was ridden like a toy. "Your friend is almost what he was born to be; meat." Saki still had tears to give as he just let himself be used by that chef. Saki was forced to watch as the panting horse sliced along the sides of the defurred raccoon's body, slicing a square around the flesh that made up the raccoon's belly. He stuck his fingers under that flesh, and with a grunt he peeled it off in one large chunk. He handed it off to an assistant who began to thinly slice it into what looked like bacon. The young raccoon could see his friend's organ's twisted around the horse's erection as it created a lewd outline inside of the younger raccoon. He watched as the horse took his blade and held it firmly. That horse slid his knife inside of Saki's friend, he flicked his wrist a few times, and then he reached his second hand in andpulled out Ritz's still beating heart. Ritz gave one last pained whine, and then he was gone. Saki whispered "No" under his breath as he was bred by that massive horse. Who whinnied louder than ever, and he grabbed the boy's shoulders, shoving him down with all his might as those massive balls CHURNED and unloaded themselves right into his pink ass. Saki could feel that huge load of horse cum filling up his insides, making him feel like he'd just eaten the biggest meat of his life as his friend's body was gutted, and some of his organs were brought to a huge grinder and tossed in to be fed into sausage casings made from the raccoon's own stretched out guts. Hansel began cleaning off his cock with a scrap of Ritz clothing as Gardell nibbled along Saki's neck. "Is he ready?" Hansel asked. "Yep, now we just need to prep him." Replied the Gardell."I'll leave you to that while I take care of his friend." Hansel replied as he turned his attention back to the raccoon, before grabbing a knife and starting to saw through the boy's ribs. Gardell nibbled on that raccoon's stubby ears. "This was fun sugar, but like all things it needs to come to an end." Saki cringed at that, wondering what gruesome fate was awaiting him. His weakened eyes glancing over at his communicator bracelet, wishing he had someway to get to it, and he could do something about this place even if it was too late to save himself. Gardell pulled Saki off his large dick, the boy moaning as he felt that long shaft slide out of him, until just the still flared head was still in his ass. The boy bit his lower lip and a soft cry of pain escaped his lips as it popped out of his abused pucker. The horse laid him over the steel counter on his belly, letting the boy's legs dangle off the side as his ass stuck straight out. Again Saki's head is tilted so he could watch as the meat that was once his friend was prepared. The boy's ribs had been cracked, and now were sticking straight up, a coon sausage speared on each rib, while his body cavity was filled with cut up potatoes, carrots, and onions. They'd scooped out his eyes and now those sockets had been filled with what looked like mini apples for decoration. The chef was currently stitching together the boy's stretched hole, remarking "and this should hold all the juices inside of his chest cavity as he cooks" before setting it up so the boy's feet were flat against the pan and his knees pointed up. The chef took another apple, and sliced open a slot where Ritz's package had oncebeen, and shoved it inside so the jagged flesh there wasn't so evident. "Hansel, could you get the melon baller?" Gardell asked.Saki wondered what that was for, but he knew soon he'd know. He wanted to ask. He wanted to fight. But he was just too weak. And he didn't have the will anymore, who could go on after knowing the brought their friend to their death? He could feel the presents the massive horse behind him, he could feel him hovering there as he prepared. He heard the sound of a plastic bucket hitting the tile floor under his dangling feet. "Oh I almost forgot..." The horse said in his normal grizzled tone. "They wanted you in the "glory" position." The horse said before reaching under the cub, and starting to rub softly at his sheath. "That means that want this little pecker of yours sticking straight up when we bring you out to their table. Isn't that wonderful? You'll show them just how much you enjoyed this. Just how much you enjoyed being made into meat for them to devour. Then when you're all bones the waiters will come by and throw you in the trash, just where you racoons belong and all the other boys and girls from this place go." The horse teased, just trying to add insult to injury. Saki's stumpy ears lowered at that and he felt even worse knowing that he'd be the center of attention for one whole meal and then he'd be forgotten. He could feel the horses fingers rubbing at his pink sheath and he whimpered a bit, he felt something like the pleasure he'd been feeling when the horse's cock was inside of his ass, but this was more intense. He felt something that he usually only woke up to happening. He felt his cock start to swell up, rising from his sheath, until it was throbbing in the Chef's hand. He whimpered and squirmed a bit as the Chef made sure to run his oiled thumb across his coon's sensitive tip. Saki's cock throbbed and he whimpered a bit, and the horse behind him snorted lustfully. The horse got up for a second and came back with two things in his hand, some twine and the boy's bracelet. He showed them to the boy. "See these?" He asked, "Well the string is going to tie right around your dick to keep it hard as possible as you cook, those fatty juices running down it and sizzling in the fire, while this metal ring gives it a nice finished look... though it'd work a bit better if you still have a sac when you go out but that'll come off when we skin you."Saki squeaked, and his dried outeyes looked at the horse. "Skin me?""Yep, that pelt of yours is rare so its worth a lot of money... in fact we already have a buyer lined up, one we've worked with a few times. After you're nothing but meat he's going to tan your hide and turn you into a sex doll for his collection. Isn't that wonderful? Even after you're long dead you'll still be getting pounded like the little meat slut you are. You'll get used again, and again, and again, until you're all wore out and thrown away. I can't think of a better fate for a raccoon, really." The horse boasted, before moving down between the boy's legs. He quickly tied off the boy's cock near the root and he clipped that last vestige of hope around the boy's balls and cock, making it tight as possible so those perky orbs pulsed against the inside of their tight pink furred sac. Saki felt hope surge through him for a moment. He was tied into the wristband again, " maybe... just maybe I could call The Green Bone!" he thought, joy filling him as he tried to focus, ignoring what the horse was doing. Gardell grinned as he looked at the boy, and said "I can't harm that pelt... but I can still make that meat a little tender before I start." The horse said as he laced his fingers together, lifted them above his head, and slammed them down onto the boy's back. Pain shot through the raccoons body, and he went to scream, but he felt another jab into his his with the horse's massive fist, shattering one of his ribs and sending shot of pain pulsing through his body. He wanted to say stop. He wanted to say anything, but every time he went to another jolt of pain would just shoot through his body as another fist slammed into his meat. Then he felt it. He felt the horse grab his swollen cock and balls. He played with them for a bit, teasing that raccoon's little boy package, before his vise like hand clamped down around those nut's and squeezed. Saki yelled out louder than he had all night, and he thrashed against the counter, his face accidentally smacking against it and pain from his face joining the pain between his legs. "Nooooo! Stop!" He yelled. "Don't worry, I won't break them. I just want them tender." The horse licked his lips, and squeezed a little harder, before sliding down on his knees and letting his broad flat tongue lick across those pink balls. Before wrapping his lips around them, and suckling on them. He chuckled around them and pulled those boy orbs over his blunt front teeth and began to slowly squeeze and release, over and over, each timegetting a little rougher, and making the raccoon yell and squirm even harder. Saki was in hell. One he wanted to just end. He tried to pull away from those big blunt teeth, but as he felt one of his nuts slide across the horses squeezing teeth, and and ever worse pain shot over him, he realized he should know better. This went on and on, each time the horse would squeeze down Saki wondered if his buddies would pop in their sac, and he'd end up like his friend. Eventually the pain became the raccoon's world and he just laid on the counter, drool coming from the corner of his muzzle, twitching as that horse squeezed down again. The horse pulled his muzzle back letting the raccoon's pink and blue bruised sac slide from his muzzle, before standing back up. Gardell ran a finger along the small of Saki's back, smirking as his spent thick horse cock twitched between his legs. He pulled up the boys tail and took in the wonderful sight of a cub filled with his cum with bruised swollen balls underneath, before he brought his fingers to that stretched hole. When he touched it it tried to wink, but the muscles were too sore from his massive cock to do it. The dark dark brown horse took fingers and brought the tips up to that stretched hole, and he began to push his arm forward. He watched as that hole lewdly stretched around his digits, and his whole hand popped inside with ease, his cum lubing it as his arm began to sink deeper. Saki was having a hard time focusing as he felt that arm slowly filling him, his whole body seeming to wrap around that arm as it went deeper and deeper. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his body screamed out that it was in pain. He cried dry tears, whimpering, and softly crying as he saw a shadow wash over him. He looked at the owner, it was Hansel. The horse's white uniform had some new patches of blood, and he held what looked like a small icecream scoop in his hand. Saki watched as he smiled and cupped the side of his face, stroking at his tear soaked cheek. "I wish I could say I was sorry to do this, but I'm really not." The horse grinned, and his stroking fingers grasped Saki's face. Making the boy cry out, watching as the metal scoop moved towards his face, he tried to close his eyes but Hansel forced his eyelids to stay open as he brought that metal scoop to the boy's right eye. That hazel eye darting around as it was cupped by that metal. Saki screams landed on deaf ears as Hansel hit the button on the hilt, and the sharp blade connected to the melon baller shot around in Saki's eye, severing the connecting tissue in the back, and making the boy cry in agony. The horsetwisted his wrist and the eye fell right out on the counter. "That made him clench right up, Hansel." The horse boasted as the younger one moved onto Saki's other eye. Bloody tears streamed out of Saki's right eye socket as his left eye darted around, trying to find some hope of escape as his eye was covered with the melon baller, darkness covering his eye before he heard that metallic click and he was permanently cast into darkness. He felt the horse twist his wrist again, and he heard the thump of his other eye on the counter. He was blind now and he knew it. He knew he'd never see his mother and father again even if he some how got out of this, which he most likely wouldn't. He was trapped in this hell and he'd never get out. He felt his insides being arranged to slide out of the way of that horses hand, grinding them against the inside of his belly and making the bulge against the counter. "Alright, the big show..." Gardell said as he spread out his fingers, grabbed a hold of something inside of Saki, and pulled. He groaned, Saki screamed, and there was a wet popping sound as his arm yanked out of that abused hole, carrying a good chunk of Saki's intestines with it, they hung underneath this tail as Gardell guided them to the bucket, before shoving his hand back into that loose hole. He grabbed Saki's stomach and yanked, pulling it out, and letting it fall out along with his liver. Saki was screaming louder than he thought he could as he felt the Horse shove his hand in a third time.Gardell savored the feeling for a moment. He could feel his fingers touching that heart as it beat under his fingers, he traced them across it, before gingerly wrapping his fingers around it, clutching it without squeezing, and with a loud whinny he yanked back, tearing that heart out right from Saki's ass. The boy gave one last pained cry, and he knew he was going to die. And he was happy about that. His lungs gave out, and his last breath escaped his lips as he passed on. The meat was hollowed out, all of his organs shoved into the bucket to be made into something later, before the two horses went to work. They scrubbed his pelt, getting off any blood they could, before using their skill to carefully strip that pelt from the the raccoon's body. Once that was off Saki looked much like any other coon as he hung from a meat hook by his neck, his lifeless eye sockets glaring at all the other cubs in the kitchen that night. His balls dangled freely, no sac to protect them as his cock still jetted out just above them. Gardell undidthe green bone ring for a moment, so he could enclose the boy's balls in a dough, molding it to look like a ball sac around those exposed testicles, before wrapping it it in some kind of green palm leaf. And wrapped that bracelet that had once given Saki hope around the neck of that dough sac and his cock. The two horses laid him out, seasoning his meat with a dry rub, which they then covered with a glace to help keep his juice inside. They lifted up the boys skinless legs, and began stuffing his body cavity with vegetables, as well as a strange metal cylinder that Hansel had made. It was filled with cake batter and while Saki cooked, dessert would cook inside of him. The two finished up by leaving that chubby raccoon's belly bulging and stitching up his tailhole to keep everything inside. The tie the raccoon meat to a large metal roasting spit, letting the former boy cook over the flickering fire for the next few hours. Pip pushed his cart through the sets of tables, each in its own stage of its meal. He grinned as he passed by a table of wolves that were tearing into a familiar raccoon boy. That young raccoon was almost down to bones, and there was a sausage or two on his ribs that stuck out from his chest. "The brothers had really done well tonight." He mumbled to himself with a smile as he worked his way towards a booth where 4 raccoons sat drinking, laughing, and picking at an appetizer he'd brought out earlier. One that had been a masterpiece itself. The brothers had taken the chopped up bits of the Ritz's cock and his intact balls, wrapped each piece in some cheese and the raccoon's own bacon, and then deep fried them. The ferret moved closer to the table, and he smiled. "Hello Mister and Misses Procyon, and the former Mister and Misses Mcconnell, how were your appetizers?" Aaron took a sip of his wine before taking a sip, "Wonderful, if I'd known their son's cock tasted that good I would have put it my mouth a while." The women next to him rolled her eyes while the other two raccoons chuckled. The other male raccoon, Mr Mcconnell grinned. "Well his balls were great too, there was something really thrilling about eating my own future grandchildren." "Wonderful, are you all ready for the main dish?" Pip asked."One second," Aaron said as wiped off his muzzle with a napkin. "I'd like to make a toast first." He cleared his throat, and then began to speak. "All of us have lost something tonight, but it also gives us a lot to celebrate. For the couple across from me they have lost their son, but their divorce is finally settled now that they don't need to fight over custody of Ritz. This is their chance to have a clean slate, and start their lives anew away from the burden of having child to worry about." He glanced at his wife. "And while we may have lost a son as well, we'll always have something to always remember him by. The vacation home his pelt money buy us in Florida. When we take his brothers and sisters there, we'll be sure to tell them that this was their brother's gift to us." The raccoon chuckled under his breath, "And last but not least, this is a toast to children, who can always be sure to do one thing, which is to never do as they are told. They should've known to listen to me, if they'd had, they might still be here. But, at least our plan worked. So here's to a wonderful meal." They all cheered and clinked their glasses together, "Alright" Aaron said, "Let's see Saki."Pip grinned and shifted the large covered dish onto the table, and he lifted the lid. The raccoons at the tabled clapped softly as they looked over the boy's cooked form. He was on his knees, a metal pole tied to his back keeping him standing upright, he was cooked a perfect dark brown. He had a little charing on his meat, but just enough to add to his flavor and not take away from it. Juice dripped down his body, over his belly that hung extended, held up by his cock that had had a metal spit shoved through it to keep it rigid. The party looked at the boy's bits, the leaf had been removed and now a perfectly cooked large bun sat between the boy's thighs, a meaty swollen tender treasure inside. All of it was capped off by that bracelet he'd worked so hard to get, framing that package, showing just where it'd need to be sliced to bring the whole thing off in one piece. Their gaze moved up to his face. A large apple had been shoved into his muzzle, and his eye sockets had been filled with plums. The table was salivating at the sight of that cooked cub, "Damn Aaron, it was like you'd raised him just to be meat! Look at that marbling."The father of the roast smiled softly, "Well, he did love making sure his daddy was happy. I'm sure he'd love knowing he made me happy even when he was like this." He looked at the waiter, "Could you slice off hispackage behind that green ring? I want to make sure the best part of my boy becomes a permanent part of his father." The ferret grabbed his set of knives, "I'll get right to it."The rest of the night the couples, ate, drank, reminisced about their children, and future. But Gardell had been wrong about one thing. Both sets of parents made sure to take what was left of their children's bones home with them to make sure they rested in peace after the wonderful meal and sacrifice each boy had made.
From Our Eyes Chapter 3 My Pain by Sada of the Dawn	#3 of From Our Eyes - Another couple years have passed and gone. Good news is, I'm finally a fully matured European dragon. Bad news, it's getting more and more difficult for Syor to hide me. Why does she keep me, I'm just a nuisance to her and Tsuki. It cost more to feed me now that it was when I	[ "Dragon", "Human", "No-Yiff", "Non-Anthro" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97680-from-our-eyes-chapter-3-my-pain	Another couple years have passed and gone. Good news is, I'm finally a fully matured European dragon. Bad news, it's getting more and more difficult for Syor to hide me. Why does she keep me, I'm just a nuisance to her and Tsuki. It cost more to feed me now that it was when I was a chick, I crave more food. It's so sad that my once peaceful life is now becoming hell. It won't stay like this for long, she won't be able to hide me forever. So much pain those two go through just to keep me safe. Why do they do it? Why do they do this for me? What good am I? I'm just an extra piece of burden they carry on their long perilous journey through life. What will happen to me if I am found by the villagers? Where will I go if I don't have Syor and her drooling beast, Tsuki? What will I do? "Memory!" Syor called my name, knocking me out of my trance. I looked down at her, her face full of life and joy...like always. It never leaves, that smile of hers. It always stays and tries to bring comfort to others, but doesn't she ever get tired of smiling, of never showing any other emotion. Who knows, maybe one day I'll see this side of her. "What's wrong, Memory? You've been deadly quite for some time now." I shook my head, smiling warmly. "Nothing, Lady Syor." I answered, my voice calm and gentle but powerful at the same time. "You seem to be getting a hang of the talking thing, your voice is better than before also." She said, proud of my new ability. "Yes, it is better than that squeaky child voice I had. It seems that as the days pass my voice sounds like the proper age I am." "It seems to be that way." Tsuki's barking attracted their attention to the outside world. But it was strange, the smell of smoke filled the air and the sound of screams echoed through the barn. "What's going on?" Syor question and walked out. What's happening? Wait! What's that smell? Is it.....blood? My eyes widden as my ear perked up to the sound of Syor's scream. I can't stay here, I have to get out. I banged my head against the barn door, watching as it swung open. I looked around noticing in the distance the village being consumed in flames and a mortal man riding a horse with Syor along with him. I gave a loud roar not caring any more that villagers will now know I'm here. I flapped my wings and took flight towards the mortal man. I hovered above him, his horse and Syor, who was knocked out. His armor clanked together with every gallop, but it was strange. I've noticed he wasn't going back to the village, he was heading some where else. I shook my head and got my mind back on the main important thing, help Syor. I lower more closer to the horse and mortal man. He horse suddenly came to a halt and I accidentally flew past them, leaving me open. "Shit!" The man swore. I made a quick turn and landed in front of him, roaring loudly. His horse stood on its hind legs, frighten by my roar. The man quickly grabbed Syor and jumped off, watching as his horse took off in fear and than looked at me. I gave a low growl as a warning but he just sighed, gently laying Syor down. "I don't know what a dragon is doing in a village like this, but I can't let you have this woman." He said, drawing his sword. His sword was bigger than him, standing at least 6 feet, and was the color of blood as if it has been forged and dipped into the blood by a dragon. His dragon armor covered his eyes as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He let out a long breath and got into a fighting position. "Come at me foul beast!" He snapped. I snorted, fire blowing out of my nostrils. I looked at the mortal man and notice he wasn't like Syor. He was not of Syor's kind, he wasn't human. "You do not smell like a human." I muttered to myself. "That is because I'm not a human! I'm a NightElf!" The knight yelled, obviously hearing me. "You also seem like you do not wish to fight me." I took a few steps towards him. "But I must unless to save this woman." He readies his weapon for attack. "I will not harm you as long as you give Lady Syor back." "And why should I do that, beast?" I chuckled and shook my head. Such an ignorant elf, he just doesn't know what he is in for when he messes with a dragon's master. I quickly stop my laughing and gave a loud roar, charging towards Syor for a quick grab. The elf threw himself in front of her, making me grab him instead. I growled and began flying towards the sky. "Do you know what it is like to fall thousands of feet from the air, elf? Let's just say it won't be pretty." I roared out of anger. "I can end this here, what will stop me?" "Memory! Don't do it!" A familiar voice called. I froze and looked down to see Syor, awake and unharmed. She looked like she always did, smiling, not a care in the world. "Syor." I whispered. I looked at the elf in my claw and sighed. He looked at me amazed at how loyal I was to her and that the fact I was actually sparing him. I flew down to the ground, landing in front of Syor and putting down the elf. He quickly took a few steps back than collapsed to his knees, holding opened wounds. Syor went to his side quickly, questioning if he was okay. The elf shoved her help away and stood back up, glaring at me. "Memory is your name, beast?" The elf asked. I nodded. "It is the name Lady Syor has blessed me with." I said. He looked at Syor and looked away. He put two fingers in his mouth and gave a loud whistle. The horse from before galloped towards him. He jumped on the horse's back, quickly, not even letting the poor beast stop. He waved us off and continued riding towards the burning village. I quickly looked at Syor, anger flaring in my eyes. "Why did you want me to spare that evil creature?" I snapped, clearly angry about her command. "He wasn't trying to attack me, he was trying to help me." She answered. "Help you! You were knocked out on the back of his horse!" "It was a mistake, Memory. He came to me and warned me about the rampage of his people, but he came a little too late. One of his people came out of the house, bow and arrow ready and fired." "So that scream was from you getting shot." I questioned. "Yes." I sighed out of relief and regret. I attacked the NightElf with out knowing he was actually trying to help Syor. If only I could apologize. I suddenly felt a pain hit my back. I looked behind me to see rows and rows of NightElfs, ready to kill and I was the one they wanted. "Lady Syor, leave these creatures to me." I said, turning around and spreading my wings wide. "Don't you dare die on me." She muttered and ran back into the house. The elves ready their arrows and fired. I took in a deep breath and fired my emerald green flames, burning the arrows to a crisp. The leader, drew his sword and pointed at me to single attack. I gave a loud roar and charged towards them. I felt arrows and spears pierce my body, I could feel blood trickle down my body. I was pain, but I had to protect my family. I grabbed the nearest elf and threw at another, watching them fly, I felt so alive. Why am I in joying this? Their agonizing screams, the sound of their bones crushing. It sounded so good, it feels so...good. I took in a big breath and blew, burning the elves in front of me to a crisp. Their cries of pain echoed through out the dark night. I felt more stabs come from behind me, feeling more blood pour out. I stretched out my wings and quickly spun around, sending a huge a gust of wind towards the elves. "Capture the beast! If I find out you men killed it, it'll be your heads" The leader barked. The elves gave out a battle cry, and began to climb on me, determined to win. I gave out a roar, but it was silenced by ropes being thrown over my mouth and neck. I tugged at the ropes and saw only that they were lifted only a bit off the ground. I was growing weak, I've lost too much of blood. More and more ropes began to wrap around my body. They continued to pull. All of their eyes held determination, they were all willing to give their lives, and they were ready to do what ever it takes to make their leader happy. The elves' cries grew louder as the started bring out the chains and started throwing them onto my body. But to my surprise, I felt spikes from the chains dig into my body. I tried to cry out, but the ropes held me back. I continued to thrash around, continuing to try to escape from the ropes and chains. The elves began to pull on the chains and ropes, pulling me into a cage. I continued to fight, but it was useless. I've lost and I know it. I can't accept that thought! I have to continue to protect Syor. I could feel a tear fall from my eye, mixing in with my blood. I felt the metal prison become closer and defeat was ever drawing. I bowed my head in defeat. I've failed. They slammed the door shut, tying the ropes to the bars. I was lucky enough to get the ropes on my mouth off and I had a chance to catch my breath. The elves around me cheered at their victory, they all patted each others backs and cheered for their leader who held his sword proudly. "Alright, men! Let's take this victory home!" He yelled, kicking the side of his horse and pushed forward. The Night Elves cheered and followed their leader. They pulled the horses, that was carrying my cage, forward. I sighed, my head hanging low. I glanced to the side and noticed one of the elves riding towards me. I gave off a low growl, warning him to get away. "Why didn't you run away?" He questioned. I recognized his voice right away and turned my head from him quickly. "I had to protect Syor." I said, my voice weak and sad. The NightElf shook his head. "Foolish dragon." He muttered, kicking his horse to catch up with his leader. What is in store for me now?
The Broken Mirror by Hawk	The Broken Mirror by H. A. Kirsch Copyright 2008 Warning: contains breath control, blood, drugs, and slavic accents. * * * I lie in bed, unable to control myself any more. I writhe against the sheets, trying to throw my scent onto them. My tail beats at the smooth fabric. If I was not alone, I would	[ "Anal", "Cougar", "Drugs", "Human", "Leather", "M/M", "Oral", "Violence" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51560-the-broken-mirror	The Broken Mirror by H. A. Kirsch Copyright 2008 Warning: contains breath control, blood, drugs, and slavic accents. --- I lie in bed, unable to control myself any more. I writhe against the sheets, trying to throw my scent onto them. My tail beats at the smooth fabric. If I was not alone, I would cover my mouth as a kitten-mrrwl comes out. So hard, so excited, drowsy yet raging with need. There are gloves on my night-stand, black, leather. Damascus Patrolman, smooth cabretta with a longer cuff. Damascus makes police gloves, but these are meant for faggots, not officers of the law. Custom made for some company, for men to wear while they hold their hand over the mouths of slut-boys, to hold cigars with, to hold whips and paddles and their cocks with. I take them and slide them on, claws having to poke out small holes, a lot of fiddling to line up correctly, leather touching leather, smoothing it down. So hard now, wet into my fur.¬† I take my dick and think about what I did the weekend before, to some young man I met off the internet. His hair was cut like a marine, covered in tattoos. He wanted to be beaten, abused, but I do not like that, those who want it. So I tied him up, left him there for hours until he was pissing himself, cut him down and told him to fuck off. But thinking of it makes me hotter still, my gloved fingers start to spread precum around my ghastly dickhead, touching over the nubs there. I yowl and cover my mouth, holding my muzzle shut, wheezing air. Now I think of something else, a strong man holding me down, choking me with his glove, penetrating hard, burning pain and pleasure. He beats my cock, and I scream, as I beat my cock, leather smacking flesh hard, semen erupting all over my fur, my gloved hand. I feel filthy now, huff in a deep breath, then look to my gloved hand. White is smeared all over the smooth, supple leather. I splay the fingers and lick it clean, until there is only light dampness that I buff away with fur. The urge is gone, and I can think, and I think about what I will do this weekend for fun. --- I am a cat, a cougar. Mountain lion, puma, even panther, it is the same. I do not care for the name, what is the point? I am Polish, this explains the way I speak, and there are no cougars in Poland. I come to America to find cougars. No, I came because my family came. I grew sick, extremely rare to get the disease that leads to hybridization by way of misguided human bullshit. My parents cannot afford a visa, they are deported. I become a new person under the laws, an orphaned teenager struggling with myself, then a pervert. For tonight, I need clothes, sharp and attractive, and leather. All leather. Except for the shirt, I like those to be fine silk. First, black leather jeans. Straight leg, very fine leather, lambskin I believe. Lined with smooth leather, a wonderful sensation against the fur as I slide into them, my cock and balls cradled in the hide. A fine leather belt to keep them on, black and polished, a simple angular chrome buckle. White dress shirt, silk, unbuttoned down to the middle of chest,¬† I hate being collared by only a fucking shirt. A pair of leather cowboy boots, sharp toe, underslung heel, smooth leather, black. Featureless, no stitching, nothing. They come up almost to my knees, tricky to put under the pants, so worth it. Those who know will see the shape under the leather, understand the hidden power of tall boots. A leather blazer, worn open, made of fine black alligator. Expensive, it costs eight thousand dollars, a sign of status more than fetish. No gloves, yet; I leave those for when I find someone. I go to bar for discerning faggots. No tough men in motorcycle leather staring through their cigar smoke only to talk like prissy queens, no sucking in the corner. Only expensive drinks and well-dressed idiots. Few hybrids, mostly canines, a table of them playing poker. I wonder if it is a joke on their part, or a foolish coincidence? The rest are human. I go to bar and lean over, to order a drink. There is dog there, maybe he is a pitt bull terrier. I am bad with dogs like this, he is white and hefty and pointy. He is tough, not like rest of patrons. He sees me, and makes a grin. "Awww, it's a kitty-cat." I ignore this. "Is the kitty going to have some milk?" Why does this dog give me shit? I turn to hiss. "You want me to have milk?" I turn to the bartender, who finds this funny. I grab his shirt, pull him over, say things into his ear. He nods, and fixes drink. It is like milk, a little.. uh, tan is it? Brown. Milk and amaretto. It is delicious, but.. "There, I have a drink. you can have it," I say, and push the drink to the dog, and take his. It is a dry martini. "Cats cannot drink milk, ass-hole dog." This dog does not get angry. There is something to his response. I know there is, I can tell, he grins at me. Maybe I am stupid and have forgotten something. It is not important.¬†I am interested in the humans.¬† I sit for long while, enjoying... something. I do not have words for it, and it is not my clothes. They are there, always, always a sensation of being in leather, the cat fur in me never stops feeling things I have done one hundred times. I do not like crowds of people, unless they are all trying to do one stupid thing, like get drunk and find warm hole to fuck. Finally, there, a smug and lonesome human by the bar. Black tousled hair, expensive leather 'scooter' jacket, straight zipped, fitted. Bluejeans, dark indigo, Wranglers that hug the balls and spread rump apart. I catch a glimpse of boots, motorcycle harness boots under the pants cuffs. The look is almost hipster. He has earrings, little studs in each. Very tan. Does he see me? After twenty minutes of him drinking alone, then having small conversation with someone nearby, he sees me. I catch him looking, he sees my stare and quickly looks away. His head turns, eyes looking for me again, then away. He is not afraid of the stare, I think. If he was, he would not keep looking. But who can avoid a stare? Humans cannot, they must look at it even if they hate it. I have noticed this over time. I cannot tell how humans feel, I only have trained myself to recognize looks and movements, match them up against what I know. If they are wrong, I am lost. I do not think I am lost now. He is interested. Maybe it is expensive leather, maybe it is cat with a martini glass. Either way, this human is interested in me. I catch him adjusting himself. What a display for a nice bar like this! I down my drink, wipe it off my muzzle, then get up to go to the bathroom. I am quick, no dawdling, right into a stall to sit, my tail curling back around the flushing pipes so it does not drag in the piss and water on the floor. I am not going to shit, I am going to wait. Soon enough, the door opens, I hear boot heels clunking at the floor. I look down to the gap between stall panel and tile, I see a boot there, a harness boot, black leather. The human is standing next to the stall. A zip, then a soft grunt, the wet hiss and trickle into the urinal. The bathroom is badly designed, I see him there. I see his cock, a nice dick. He has to slide skin back to piss, I can smell it from behind stall wall.¬† He has jeans worn over the boots. He is a little drunk. He has black shirt, some kind of soft fabric, a little shiny under that jacket. Strong jaw but he is skinny. Maybe he does drugs. Expensive watch, who needs watch to tell time? I have a phone, I do not need a watch. I do not get hard watching this human piss, because he is pissing. This is not exciting, it is life, it is not sex pissing into a urinal. It is life pissing. I pick up a boot, move it over to very edge of stall, almost to underneath the gap. I am not going to make him know I want to fuck him. I am doing two things. I am tempting him, and I can see reflection of him looking in the boot leather. He is looking at it. I am looking at him. I see a shape, and that is enough to know. He flushes the urinal, then leaves the bathroom. I wait, a long time, then follow. He is not in the bar. This makes me mad, I feel it prickle up my neck, I want to hiss and grab my claws into things. I smell him, traces here and there. I know he was there. I am not careful sniffing around. I glare at those who glare back, then I leave out the back. I smell his scent that way, I know he left out the back. I know it. And is he there, standing half-way down the alley, about to light a cigarette? I barge out of the door, stalk down the alleyway. I am not quiet, my boots clack and scrape, leather creaks, I huff like animal. He is lifting flame to the cigarette, then stops. He puts it down, his body shrinks away. Instant fear. It does not matter that I walk on two legs, I am a cat, I am a predator, and every human sees this. "I see you in the bar," I say, coming up within three feet of him. I have my shoulders lifted, hunched forward. I tilt nose down, eyes up. This is not smug, this is doom for the human. He is getting a fucking erection! Doom for him, but he is so hard. I smell it, see glimpse of it. Sick. "I see you looking at me." "What?" He said. "Looking at you?" I am putting on gloves, a riding pair I keep in my jacket. His lighter gets too hot, he lets go of it, drops it with a bad word. He looks down. When his head is up, he sees a black-gloved hand holding expensive metal lighter. I give his cigarette fire. It is not tobacco, it is all lumped and twisted like a.. I forget the word for this, it is pinched at the ends. "I see you look at my boot, I see you as you stand there and piss and stop because you get hard, when you look at my boot." He inhales from the joint, hard. He coughs. "Oh, the bathroom." then inhales again. "Okay, so I was looking at your boot." I creep closer. I start to purr. This is not kitten purr, house-cat purr. This is chainsaw, idling truck. I open my jaw, lick my lips. It makes the sound rattle out of my mouth. He is harder, there is a spot in his pants, wet and slick. "I know what this means. I know what you want." I put the lighter back, then reach out to touch him.¬† But I don't touch him, I put my hand back in my coat. I watch him watch, there is a note of sadness as my hand disappears. His eyes wanted to see the leather around my fingers, not my coat. "Why do you come out here to smoke? No one will care in the bar." "Dude, it's fucking grass, I can't smoke it in the bar." "Why do you smoke this?" I ask, moving closer. I turn, back to the wall, so I do not scare him more. Now we are edging together. He nervously takes more of the drug, coughs, then tosses it out. "Whaa? I uh, well... you know." he says. He looks stupid. I can see him embarrassed, and yet numbing with the drug. A shameful smile, humans say shit-eating. It is a grin like a dog who eats shit, I see the root. I think to touch him, I want to. I want to hold him by the left shoulder, push him to the wall, get my face close to his. But it will make him too scared. Just as I am about to speak, he interrupts. His eyes light up, fighting the red glaze. "So ou're that guy. The, uh, photographer." This is unusual. No one recognizes me, I am not famous, I am a sick artist. It makes me uncomfortable. "What do you say?" "You're that photographer. You were in uh, Underworld last month. You did that scene. The one with the prisoner cat and the wolf guy? What the hell was that, was he some big black dude?" "He was black wolf-" The man shook his head, ran a hand up through his hair. I could see him changing. His fear was now just sex. "No, I mean, he didn't have any \_fur\_ or anything." "He is strange black wolf. So you know what I take pictures of. Do you like these things?" I am in a situation that I am not often. I am interested in someone, and they know everything about me. I bleed into my pictures, and he knows smell of my blood. "They serve me uh, real well," he says. I stare at him. It means nothing, I have to think hard. I have to find this phrase in my head. It does not come. "I ask you, do you like what I take pictures of?" He looks at me as if I am speaking another language. Maybe I am. I am frustrated, it may have been Polish. "Yeah, dude, I like your fucking pictures. Holy shit, and I'm the one who's stoned. You want to come back to my place? I have a lot of stuff." Shit-eating again. I shake my head. "No, you come to my place. Maybe I take picture of you, while I do it." --- I do not take him to my home. I take him to studio. I used to live and work in the same apartment, but now I separate. We do not talk while walking. He says a few things, but I think they are drugged, and I do not answer. People see us, see him with his cock raging in his fucking pants, me with my expensive leathers, my tail that lashes and moves and hits them as they go by.¬† We reach my studio, it is a loft over old factory. What they do in the factory floor, maybe it is illegal, maybe it is boring shit. I don't care.¬† My studio is on good street, not bad street, the entrance a walk-up. There is no sign, it could be bad, maybe worse, but instead it is nice. A loft, big open room with open ceiling to pipes and machines. I have drop ceiling in one corner, for lighting. There is equipment everywhere, lights and things, props, furniture. There is large partition, black wood with a door. I take him right to that. Now this other studio. No friendly things, only pain and suffering and maybe pleasure if you are sick. A dentist's chair, with black leather padding, welded-on hooks. A sawhorse, to cut wood on and not for fucking, with padding that my friend Jakob made. He is black wolf I speak of. Stocks. St. Andrew's cross; whipping people. Whipping is for friend of mine, he loves to see it, to do it. A toilet drained to pipe over a platform, a urinal with similar things. A gas mask, with a hood, the hose to the urinal. This was for photo shoot last week. Very hard to coordinate, 30 men and animals to use this one person, made terrible smell. Funnels and more masks, endless masks, an entire wall of masks and hoods and respirators. I have to have ladder to reach them, like an old man's library in a movie. Wardrobes with so many things, I cannot list them here without boring you to shit. I walk around, my boots clop against the floor. His are dull thunks, mine are sharp clacks. I have metal studs in the heel, for sound, and it works. Each pound brings his attention back. It is sick. I do not tell him to go sit in the chair. He just does, it is most comfortable thing in the room. I do not tie him down yet. His eyes burn so hot now, he will not fight until the end. "What do you want? Just point to it," I say. He gets up, wanders across the room. "Anything? Wow." I sigh. "What do you fucking want? You are too high for this?" "No, no, I, uh, I..." His mouth hangs open a little. I climb onto the chair. "I fuck your mouth. Get down, to the floor. I sit, you work." I get off, and he climbs down, sinking onto the floor. He is at my boots as I sit down, his face rubs them. It is almost like cat, and I don't like this. It bothers me. But, at the same time, he loves my boots. I feel them like that when I am home alone, I love them too. I take out my cock, I am big for cat. It is half human, swollen head, flesh that slips back and forth, but when I am hard it is always back. There are bumps, I think they are spines if I was a real cat, around the head. It looks strange to me, disgusting, I do not really like to see it. But this human does, he loves to see it. He moves up and starts to rub on my cock like my boot, it is disgusting, but it is good, I purr and swat at his head. He stops. "No, ass, you suck me, don't just touch it," I hiss. Humans smell like shit and acid and chemicals and talk like idiots and do all kinds of things, but their mouths, I cannot say this in English, there are no words. Maybe this man is prostitute, but I have not paid him, he sucks like one. Eager and hard, loud and sick slurps and cracks of air past spit. It is not enough, I grab him and yank him down, he gags and chokes, hands pull at my pants, groping like blind cub. If he throws up, asshole, I will kill him. He does not throw up, he just gags and chokes, over and over, body heaving and fighting as I pump his head up and down. So good, so good. It is horrible when I come, I never do this in other homes, only my own, alone because it is so loud. It is a scream, blood-curdling, howling and spitting. I come so hard, so hard, and I let go because I cannot see, it is so hard. He backs away and slumps down, and gags, and I watch as white pumps up and over his lip, a splat to the floor. He then slaps a hand to mouth, swallows. "Unh. Sorry man, I ain't, I uh, I don't, you know, I don't do that usually. Like I gag a lot." I ignore his display of retching semen. Whatever, he is dumb human, he cannot swallow, I do not care. "Take off your clothes, you can have anything here, for now. It is mine, I let you use it." I ponder setting up my camera. Then I think. This human, whose name I didn't even know, was not a model. I did not want to profit from him. I do not even want to keep picture for use by myself. ¬†He takes off his clothes, too stoned to do strip-tease. He reaches for his boots, then pauses. I stare at him, and he pulls hand back. "You do not answer me, so I answer for you." I give him what I want. The wall of masks. I want to see his face, his eyes, his sweaty black hair, so it is not a military gas mask or a hood. I want to take things from him, so it will not be a tiny medical air mask. I find the thing I want. It is a flight mask from army jet, maybe it is russian, I do not care. I paint away anything on it, it is only black, there are still wires from the front.¬† A rubber mask, with locking head-strap, there is padlock on it. There is air hose as well, with special valve, to let air go both ways, or one way. The outlet, with more valve, to allow air or block it. I turn, holding the mask, and the human fidgets in the chair. I bring it to his face, fit the cup to his mouth and nose. His eyes are terrified, bloodshot. He breathes hard into the mask, loud huffs, a grunt, a groan of sick need. I know this need, it is my need too. I lock the straps around his head, then I fit his wrists to straps at the arms of the chair. He struggles, but it is to test, his cock tenses as he finds that I am no idiot and he cannot escape. I do not want this human. I want his reactions. He is meat and skin. I think of all the things there are about him that I do and don't want, and my own feelings, I pick the words and leave them in my head, to say later, when he will listen. Now, he would hear nothing, his head pounds with drugs. I think of that, then I think that he will get what he wants until he is sick. I bend down, find his pants. I take his wallet out. He sees me and starts, pulling at the chair. "I don't know who you are," I say. "I am Tomasz Dusic." "That means, it means to strangle, right?" He says, into the mask, valves slapping shut after his words. I have made this valve special, with springs, so it makes a loud slap when it closes.¬† I want to hiss at what he says. He knows even that, he knows I steal my name from Polish, he researches things. Did he wait for me at the club? Did he stalk me? No one stalks me, I am a cat. I bristle under the leather, lash my tail hard enough that it will thump at chair. I say nothing in response. I pull his pants over, I crouch by the chair and face away. I push my gloved fingers into the pockets, they come out with another joint. I fit it into the end of the air-hose, glove leather sealing. He tries to breathe, then grunts as he can barely do it. I know he is getting harder. I would be hard if I could barely breathe. I find my lighter, flick it. The hose twitches as he realizes, perhaps? Maybe he can see what I do, around shoulder or something. I light the cigarette, and human gasps and pulls hard at air. He exhales hard, and I look over shoulder to see. He does it again, then coughs, smoke spraying from air-vents. I do not like drugs, I do not do them, but I like to see them ruin other people. He is a machine, blowing smoke, a train going deeper into black woods, where the tracks end. ¬†I do not let go of the hose, and he heaves and strains, shaking the chair. "You want to have drugs, I give you drugs," I say. The joint is about to burn my fingers, and I pull it away, crush it as I stand. He breathes hard, inhaling clean air, exploding with a cough. I wait. It is much more than in the alley, and I can see the changes come. Skin darkens, eye whites creep over with blood fire, a strange thing as his balls loosen and droop lower, his breaths come hard and heavy. I touch my gloved hand to the mask, his eyes watching, crossing as they see black leather against black rubber. Now I am getting a little hard again. I feel down the hose, to the end, watch his body move, hips lift. I do not give him what he wants, he slumps back down. "You know what I take pictures of, moments of life. I do not take life, it is boring, to see someone die. I see this once, it was boring, that is how I know. I want to see moments of life in you. These moments I choose." I start to go through toys. What toy for him? I do not decide, and bind his ankles to the chair instead. Then, a belt to keep him from flexing too far. His cock is wet, from piss-hole down over foreskin, his shaft. It is nice cock, bigger than mine, it is maybe ten inches. Very big. Maybe he does movies. The head is deep purple, swollen and glistens, the skin almost covers it, the crown bulges it out. I like this cock. I decide on a toy. I find it, a custom thing, hard to make. It is a sheath, for balls and cock, but a sound as well. You know a sound, it is for... I remember, it is for curing some disease from fucking, where your pisshole closes up and you die, I suppose. This one is not metal, it is not medical tool. This sound is a tube to let out piss and cum, but the tube is inside of sheath, stiff silicone or something, featureless and smooth. Human does not know this about sound, he just sees latex, eyes begging. I bring it to him, fit it to his cock, begin to slide the tube inside. I take it off, pour in silicone lube. I begin again, careful to push tube into cock-flesh. He is no stranger to this, there is no scream, only a groan, the flex of muscles, squeak of straps holding him down. He is so hard inside the sheath, the latex too small, compressing rubber to flesh to sound. I touch the sheath, a bare claw stroking along it, the underside, between lumps at the head. I claw around the piss-hole, stirring the sound. He howls and mewls, jerking chair, more slime oozing from it. It is no longer cock, it is almost as if it is part of a machine. It is fascinating, and I regard it for some time. I go and find more things. This is what he wants, it is what I want too. This is mutual satisfaction for now. I find another hose for gas-mask, then another, then a rubber thing. It is a bag, a safety valve for air, a restriction hole for effect. More things, a bottle, cotton. I wet one with other, the poppers fumes for loosening everything that is sick human. I come back, touch at his mask, stroke the outlet holes. Tail lashing again, thump-thump-thump at the chair. I am happy, excited cat now. I switch the outlet air off, his breath huffing out just in time to have me twitch the other valve, air sucking down the hose. The special valve is strong, it makes loud stuttering noise. His eyes look at me. I hold up the cotton to the end of the air hose, he inhales, I take it away and he huffs it out. I attach the other hose. He starts to redden, the drug flushing him, widening arteries. His head rolls, hips jerking up at the belt, sheathed and penetrated cock moves. I touch cock, he howls into the mask, mumbles something. It is good something. This time, I take hose and wind it around his neck, the extra section leaving coils at his neck from collar to chin. I insert hose under bulged part from the joint, then give him more of the poppers from the cotton. As he exhales, I screw on the rubber bag. His breath huffs through the orifice, puffing the rubber up. I screw on the safety cap. He sees this and groans again, the bag collapsing and swelling. Then, he puffs out hard, straining it. I release air and fumes from the safety hole, then cap it again. He inhales hard, and rubber slaps up to itself, a wet slurp coming through it. Do you know how this sounds? Farting suck through the tube, slap of the bag, rubbered uh, huffing air into it. Human groans again, body shifting, arms pulling at straps. More fresh air to the bag, the flutter as it swells and slaps shut. Human is not there. He is an animal now, desperate for air, helpless with lust from the head-rush, words eaten by his own drug. It is hard not to look at the masked face, the panicked and distant eyes, but the bag, I love to see that, inflating with life, deflating as life goes back. He will see me staring like a house-cat, or a zoo animal, at his situation. I creep up onto him, and I rub my face against the bag. It is hot with breath, squirming against my face. I gently take it into my mouth, I want to carry it away for some reason, I have to make myself let go and climb down. I grasp at his sheathed cock, tug the latex, pulling foreskin back and forth, jostling and thrusting sound-tube. He cries out, body lurching. I stroke just latex, teasing him.¬† He is breathing harder, rapidly to hyperventilate. Then, the barks, a whuff of air bringing a haahh!, then cough, then gasping and snorting. Shock again, another cry. He barks loudly now, like a dog, thrashes his head, tries to beat the mask away from his face, body starting to thrash and jolt almost as if he convulses. He screams, howling like a dying animal, and I think I may come in my pants from this, but I cannot, I cannot yet. I jerk his cock, beat on it, slap and punch and yank and thumb at the head, forcing sound in deep. Another scream, filling the bag, and semen erupts out, spraying his chest despite the tube. I unscrew the bag, human gasps in air and is making strange sounds. I then lean down to lick at his spurting, black-rubber dick. He gasps into the mask, heaving his chest with air. Oh, is he crying? Sobbing?¬† No, just a reflex. In moments, his cock sags, seed drooling. I lick it clean, and he mumbles into the mask. First person I do this do, cried for ten minutes. Like baby. This human, he does not cry, he enjoys it. Somehow, I do not like this. I take him off chair, let him move if he likes. I turn and move towards the wall of masks, cock still hard. I inspect the rubber coverings, I see in one shiny eye-plate that human is standing, touching his sheathed cock. He cries and chatters his teeth, stimulating himself too much. There is something about him that irritates me, more and more, beyond humanity. It has not appeared yet. I see he is looking at masks. I know which mask he is looking at, that is the irritating thing. It is the cat-mask. Full-head hood, gas mask, with jowls of cat, furrowed brow, ears. I wear it when in my own photographs, not to hide me, but because I want to see my face like that when in pictures. If I am a cat, I will be all cats, not Tomasz Dusic. I do not put it on. I just wait. Human leans on the chair, pulling at his latexed cock, precum dribbling out onto fingers. He is hard again. Then, he speaks. "Oh man, I wanna be a cat." "What do you say?" I turn my head over my shoulder. "I¬† said, I wanna be a cat. Oh god, I'd love it, having all that fur to be petted, tail to wave around. I could hear everything, rub my whiskers on someone's boot..." That is it. That is what irritates me. The anger inside me is so sharp, it is a blade that cuts with no pain. He does not see it. He sees the stare of an animal. He touches himself across his sweaty chest, then giggles, confused by the drugs. "Hahah, mew," he says. He says the word, a sound. He sees the stare for what it is, as I approach and slowly turn my head to the side, eyes still on him. He has seen this, maybe he has cats who play, or who eat birds outside. He moves from the chair, backs up. "Mew?" I do not think human is smart. Smart human would know the cougar can jump ten meters. I jump. With boots, not so far, less traction, but I fly at him and hit chest to chest, and crash him to his back. His head hits, a thump. I wonder if I have killed him? He stops moving, staring at me. Then his chest heaves, wheezes of air. Only have knocked wind from him. He fights with no warning, beating at my face. It hurts, one fist before I seize that hand, another fist to shoulder before I seize that one. I finally get off him and he scrambles up, runs past. Idiot human, he is running into wall! Right into the masks, colliding and grasping, then into corner, then spinning and into wardrobe. I block him, he grabs at things, holds up useless object. A rubber shirt. I rush him¬† backwards onto chair again, he holds up shirt to struggle with me, I push it to his face. This is interesting, and I like to watch the rubber fit against skin, compress it. He heaves air out, a rude sound like gas as it flaps rubber. Then he inhales, the material sticking to his teeth. I rub my face against the suffocating rubber, lick rough tongue at his lips and teeth. He does not bite, he is human, he is choking for air, kicking and thrashing. I back off to give him air, and he swats at me. I swat back. It is not even thought in head at first, but there is a trail of thoughts leading to it. I hit his face one way, with claws. They sick out from gloves, did I say this? They do, it is hard and annoying, I do not like claws, except now. Hit one way, then the other way. He stops fighting, hands frozen. Red welts line his cheeks, lines towards mouth, three each. Pinky-claw did not fit. Deeper red, deeper, the lines are growing jagged. Oh, oh, I have hurt the poor human. I do not feel that as concern, just a fact. He is a toy, I play with toys. I am sadist, if he was mouse I would throw him around until there was no more twitching. I am not that strong.¬† He does not feel this pain, he mumbles. "Whathefuck?" He touches his face, smears the blood around, looks at his hands. He sees dark red. He wipes them on his chest, there is the red. I watch his face, the skin turns pale, uneven, sick. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!" he says, until he is shrieking. He tries to swing at me and I leap back. He is terrified, thrashing at me. He kicks me, one is between the legs. I scream, and he claps his hands to his ears, smearing blood there. If there was glass in dungeon, it would break. Human runs, and I crush him chest to floor, body sliding a few feet on hard tile. I am near toys, I sit on his back and grab some. A leather arm-sac, which I get on him after several minutes.¬† He is gasping, struggling, bleeding on floor. It is not lethal, but the face is so sensitive, tender. I find metal bar with cuffs, secure his legs. And, finally, object to humiliate him. A dish. I put it on floor in front of his face. "You want to be cat? Now you are cat," I say, and get off him. I start to jerk off, come soon, yowling and hissing. White seed spills into the dish. "You are cat, and this is milk for cat. For the kitten." I grab his hair, show him the dish. He does not want it. "Why do you not want this, kitten? You mewed, cried for it!" I show him again. He still does not want it. I push his face into it, he yells and cries, sobbing, wet eyes and a nasty heaving sound. It is now blood-milk. "Milk is for kittens! Drink!" I am loud, very loud, shrill. I do not realize this until sound echoes back into ears after split-second. He drinks. Wet laps of his tongue, the wrong way, he is stupid human, tongue curls forward to drip the seed instead of bring it up. Then he kisses it, sucks the dish, wet slurps. I see him swallow. His skin is cold, wet with sweat. I think of this, it is familiar. I do not know medicine, but he is in shock. He does not bleed enough for it. I think harder, why is he in shock. Oh, the drugs perhaps. I will solve this maybe. As he licks it up, I penetrate him from behind. He does not stop licking. He is loose, muscles clinging on but like wet plastic, not tight rubber. "Idiot, you want to be cat? You want to be cat? I am cat, I do not want to be one! I am cat because of human mistakes! Stupid bull-shit! I am born human, I am smart. But I am torn from family by your government, I get sick from your disease, I get twisted to monster-cat by your doctors, I get abandoned to adoption, I rage with feelings you never understand, and now, you want to be cat? You want to be like me? Now you have whiskers, drink from bowls, you are cat!" I am hitting him, fucking, pounding him, boots scrape the floor, the smack of leather on skin. I am coming, it is not from talking, I am thrusting hard, violating him, and it is so good. It satisfies me, a long yowl as I seed him, then pull back. He falls over, breathing fast, eyes dull. There is bad thing coming. I pull him to his feet, he barely moves except as I pull. I find something, take it from drawers, a tube. I take his clothes, put them in grocery bag, lead outside. He is zombie now, sweating and bloody, eyes staring. No one sees, it is dark, there is vacant lot.¬† There is bum in a box by the building, maybe. I throw human into tall grass,¬† he falls. I take him again, right there, nothing better to do. I do not care if anyone sees, they are drunk or stupid or think they are dead people. Satisfied again, his asshole dribbling semen, I solve his problem. He is dying, he is terrified and chemically broken. I have injection thing. I am big cat, but I am allergic to bees, so I have Epi-Pen. It will make the heart pound fast, send blood around again, close up his fucking arteries or something. I stab it into his ass, it injects him, he groans and doesn't move yet. Then I stand and leave. --- I do not want to sleep. It is night now, dusk is past into black. Human does not follow me. Maybe he will forget what happened. It is sticky night, warmer than the day, some weather past while I was playing. He will not die in the plants. My needs are dull, and I feel empty inside. The world is outside, happening around me, and no current runs through my brain. It is the best time. I walk down the streets of the city, staring at people. I see myself in the mirror, and for fraction of second, I see another cat. I smell nothing, so I do not worry. Then I see myself and turn away. I need food, I have to eat, I am starving. Sex is gone now, it is like I am bored, it is when your house-cat stops playing with its felt mouse and just leaves to wash its cunt or whatever. I go to favorite place, Midori Sushi. Midori is mellon, and green, I think, I do not know Japanese. It is all green in there, strange and, uh, is word eccentric? They know me, chefs greet as I come in. I fill out a little card, give it to them, have seat by window. I buzz in my pocket. It is phone, I take it out. "Hello, Tomasz." "You gave Jerry a hard time at the bar." Voice is gruff, it is canine, there is no lilt or anything. "Aahh, Jakob, why are you calling me?" "Because I can see you across the street. You gave Jerry a hard time at the bar. He says you gave him some shit about milk." Jerry. Who is Jerry. The bar. Is that the human? No. Milk, shit, it is the dog. "Oh, I do not know him." "Yes you do. Whatever. I'm coming in with you." In few minutes, there is strange wolf. He is naked from waist up, black skin, no fur except a little hair like human. Fur on head is short. He wears sunglasses, expensive and angular, but they are some computer thing he has. He has Sam Browne belt, duty belt, leather breeches, tall square-toe boots. Everyone stares at him. He is Shenaus, a very long story. He stops at the bar, the chefs make some cone roll thing with fried whatever in it, he picks up food to bring to me. "You left some guy in the lot," he says, handing me tray of sushi. Sashimi, one of each. Expensive, it is like sixty dollars. Wolf gnaws at his thing. It is like dog with toy. I want to smile, or throw up, or both. Instead, I eat piece of fish by bending down, picking it up in my mouth. "Did he die?" "No, he was wandering around, mumbling stuff. He put his pants on and left. What the hell did you do to him? He looked like a rape victim." Jakob was cop, or military, or something. Now, he is... he does things for money. I have money, so he does things for me. "I claw him, I am sorry. Am I in trouble?" "No. I'm not going to tell anyone. He probably won't. He probably won't even remember what happened to him. You want to tell me what happened to him?" I hiss. "He is stupid human, he wants to be cat." "He wants to be a cat?" "No, he wanted to be cat. He does not any more." And that is the night, I could tell you more but it would be boring, maybe. I leave you with my sushi, I am eating it, I enjoy it. Cats love fish, it smells, so they eat it. I can see my reflection in the mirror. I look angry, there is some fish in my teeth, I hiss at myself. Fucking cat. Jakob makes a laugh while he eats his strange rolled thing. I look away, and now we are two people, having late dinner. Like a cat playing with his felt mouse, or with a human, I am now bored, and I stop talking to you.
camping trip by dbj_rab	an old bi story i wrote - It's a cold day, up in the mountains. I can't believe how long it's been since I've been camping. I just love the snow. I wish it snowed where I lived, oh well. I get to enjoy it more by coming here during the summer. I'm walking around and I see my friend, Spirit Fox.	[ "Bisexual", "Lion", "M/F/M" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464056-camping-trip	It's a cold day, up in the mountains. I can't believe how long it's been since I've been camping. I just love the snow. I wish it snowed where I lived, oh well. I get to enjoy it more by coming here during the summer. I'm walking around and I see my friend, Spirit Fox. She's setting up a tent. As I watch her, I get a tinkling for some fun. As soon as she's done and leaves, I quietly go towards it, and tie a rope around the main support pole. I quickly bury the rope from view as I hide in some bushes, making sure I creep down into the snow. I'm lucky since I'm mostly white and black, so that anyone who looks at me will think I'm a pile of rocks in snow. I quietly wait for Spirit Fox to return, laughing softly as I think of what her reaction will be. She soon returns carrying some wood, and lays them next to the tent. I see her go in and then she starts to change her clothes. As soon as I see her naked, I pull the rope and the tent collapses. She reacts by shouting, baring her fangs and shivering as the cold cuts through her body. She glares around and finally spots me, laughing and rolling on the ground. "So, you're the one. How dare you?" "Hmm. can't take a joke huh?" "Oh sure I can take a joke as well as the next person, but can you?" Spirit Fox asks with a smirk. "Yeah right, like you can trick me." I boast. "All right, how about a contest? If I trick you, you'll have to perform whatever I want. If you win, I'll have to perform. Are you game?" "Sure. What do you propose?" "How about we play a kind of hide and seek?" "Sure that sounds like fun." "Great. Now get over here and help me warm up, before I freeze." "No problem," I say as I head over and begin to hug and squeeze Spirit Fox. I quickly lick her and rub against her breasts and pussy. She groans and pants a little as she gets hotter. "Oh, oh that's enough," Spirit Fox pants after several minutes. "Save the rest for after you lose." She gets dressed and then starts to count to twenty. I slip away quietly, and head towards the woods, hiding between the trees. I dig myself into the ground as I hear her near the end of her count. "All right, here I come," Spirit Fox shouts. I burrow deeper and move underground, hearing her paw steps come closer. "Hmm, he was here. I can see his tracks. Where did he go?" Spirit Fox thinks to herself. I burrow along until I reach the tent. I pick up one of the pieces of wood that she gathered earlier, and go to the middle of the land. I make it look like it's me trying to hide myself in plain view, but not quite completely. After I have dressed up the dummy, I dig a hole in the ground in front of it. Not too deep and then place snow back over it. I go and hide nearby to see if Spirit Fox falls for it. She comes back out of the woods, and notices the dummy. "Aha, there you are!" she exclaims. She speeds off towards me, not noticing that I'm not moving. As she nears the ground beneath her falls under and she falls into the hole I made. I hear her curse as she climbs out. "All right, you got one. But we're not done yet," she shouts. I move away again and she sits there thinking of how to trick me. "Fat chance," I think to myself. I move back into the woods, and I climb up the trees to get a good view of the area. I see her shaping the snow into her shape. "Feh, she's ridiculous if she thinks I'm going to fall for that old trick," I think to myself. After she finishes she goes off out of view. I decide to call her bluff. I go out and move towards the snow dummy. I creep down low, pretending to pounce her. I stop before I do so, saying "Hah. You have to do better than that Spirit Fox." I hear her laugh, and I didn't notice that the snow dummy is made up of pitch hidden in the snow. "Oh, crap. I can't move," I think. "All right, you win," I say. Spirit Fox comes out of hiding, smirking "You didn't see that one coming did you?" she asked. "No, I did not. Well, are you going to help me out or what?" I ask. "All right. It'll give me a chance to practice what you'll be doing for me," she says as she nears and begins to wash off the pitch. "Gah, that's cold. Couldn't you heat the water?" I shiver. "Oh don't be a baby. You're a big strong male. Surely you can handle anything." "Ha, ha. Just hurry up before my balls freeze off." "Oh don't worry. I won't let that happen," she says as she bends down and fondles them. I gasp as I feel myself responding to her hard rubbing. My dick soon gets a bit hard, and she gently cleans that off. "Hmm, can't wait to really get it on," she murmurs. Soon, I'm all cleaned off, and we go back to reset up the tent. "All right. Get in," she commands with authority. I comply and wonder what in the world I have gotten myself into. Spirit Fox quickly pounces me and pushes me down to the floor. As she holds me down, I say "Nothing too rough, okay? I'm not into that kind of thing." "Don't worry. I'm not either." She then places her paw over my cock and starts to rub against it, which makes me groan as I start to get hard. She then puts it into her mouth and starts to suck hard. I relax, enjoying the sensation. She bobs her head up and down, sucking and fondling my balls. After I'm hard as I'm going to be, she gets up and starts to place herself in position to mount me. She pushes down against my dick, and she grunts as I feel it slip deep inside her. I groan as well, feeling her tight vaginal muscles clench tight against it, making it hard for me to move. Spirit Fox is in complete control. She then moves up and down, making me gasp and moan with pleasure at her tight pussy. She's groaning as well, as she feels my cock being pumped in and out of her. I place my hands on her bouncing breasts and start to suck on them. She grunts "Yes, that's it. MMm keep it up." I soon start to thrust my hips up to her tempo, and feel myself coming close to climax. She feels this and stops moving, letting me do the rest of the work. I grunt and quickly push myself in deep as I feel my cock twitch and spurt my bunny seed in her. She moans and starts to cum as well; playing with her clit and feeling me empty myself inside her. She yells, baring her fangs and holds me tight as she climaxes. Both of us fall into each other's embrace as we take a quick nap. Spirit Fox is the first to wake, and wakes me up. "Let's go. We got more to do." "What?!" She bends over and says, "I need you to fuck me in the ass." I answer by rubbing myself against her, and I get hard again. I soon finger her hole, to make sure she's ready, and then plunge in. I gasp at the tightness of her ass. I push myself in slowly, getting used to the feel and for her to get used to it as well. I push in and out, finally pushing past her anal ring. She screams in pleasure at I push in as deep as I dare. I grunt and gasp, knowing I wasn't going to last. As I'm pumping in and out of her tail hole, I lean over and fondle her breasts and play with her clit. She moans as she cums again, and I grunt as I quickly pull myself out of her hole, and jerk myself off spurting again all over her backside. As we pant and try to cool off our sweat covered bodies, Spirit Fox says, "Hmm. Not bad lover boy. We'll continue in the morning." "Oh boy. I can't wait. You're so sexy and tight. I love you," I respond. "And I you," she says as she hugs me close and gives me a lick before falling asleep. I soon sleep as well, thinking of how lucky I am to have met her...... End of Day 1. Day 2 The next day, I decided to go fishing. Spirit Fox doesn't feel like going, so she decides to stay near the tent. As I'm walking towards the river, I don't realize that she's about to have a sexy encounter with a lioness. Spirit Fox is in the tent, trying to keep warm, when she hears pawsteps coming towards the tent. She peeks her head out, and sees a figure wearing a lot of clothing coming towards the tent. "Ho in the tent, may I came in and warm myself?" asked a husky feline voice. "Sure no problem," Spirit Fox replied. She opened the tent flap and let the stranger in. "Ah, thank you. It's so cold, I don't know how other furs can stand it," said the lioness as she started to remove some of the excess clothing she was wearing until she's down to a T-shirt and baggy pants. "Thanks again. My name is Leona." "Spirit Fox, nice to meet you. So are you from around here or on vacation?" "On vacation. My husband insisted that we go to see some snow in the mountains at least once while we are here," Leona replied. "How about you?" "Oh, the same. I live in California and I'm here with my friend." "That's nice. So... anything interesting around here?" "No not really. He's gone fishing, and other than that, there's only snow to play in or camp fire to build." "Hmm... I can think of something else to do," Leona says, thinking "Gods she's so sexy. I wonder if she'll go for it?" Spirit Fox was thinking the same thing. "So, have you ever played stripoke?" "No, what's that?" "It's a simple game where the losers strip an item of their clothes when they lose a game." "Oh, sounds interesting. Sure I'd like to play." "Great. I've got some cards." Soon Spirit Fox and Leona are playing strip poker. It doesn't take long for them to lose their clothes. Both are very horny and each knows that by their strong scents. As soon as both are naked, they look at each other, admiring each breasts and pussy. "Hmm.. my, my. I heard that foxes were big, but wow. Now I know. You're beautiful," Leona said. "Thanks so are you. I've heard of the lioness hot sex drive. Is it true that you fuck every fifteen minutes?" "Yeah, but only during certain times of the month/season." Leona then starts to come close to Spirit Fox, and then hugs her. Spirit Fox hugs back. They both then kiss and start to rub against each other gently. "Hmm. You're so soft and cuddly," Spirit Fox says as she fondles Leona's breasts. "So are you," Leona says as she bends down to lick the fox's pussy. Spirit Fox gasps as she feels the lioness's tongue rub against her clit. She begins to moan and groan as Leona probes deeper with her tongue. Spirit Fox begins to twitch and shudder at the impact. Leona soon places her cunt in front of Spirit Fox. They begin to lick and finger each other in the 69 position. Both are gasping and sweating as they suddenly cum for the first time together. "Wow. That was unbelievable." Spirit Fox says. "You haven't seen nothing yet," Leona says, as she grabs Spirit Fox and rubs her pussy against hers. "Ohh, Ohh that feels so good. Oh gods don't stop," Spirit Fox moans. Leona soon growls a little, as she rubs harder and faster. As she's rubbing, she reaches back, and fingers Spirit Fox's tail hole. "ooooh, yeah. That's it, finger me baby." Spirit Fox groans as she feels her body tingling with excitement and nearing another climax. Leona soon growls louder and pants as she suddenly rubs hard and spurts her seed all over Spirit Fox. Spirit Fox can't take it anymore and she climaxes again as well. "Ohh, It feels so good to be with another woman," Leona says as she hugs and kisses Spirit Fox. "Same here," she responds. "You know, I brought a special toy with me, just in case something like this happened," Spirit Fox said. "Oh? What kind of toy?" Leona asks. "Here it is," Spirit Fox says as she reaches in her bag and brings out a strange looking contraption. "What in the world is that?" "This is something that will feel a little weird at first, but you get used to it fast," Spirit Fox says. She then leans close to Leona and says, with a twinkle in her eye, "Want to play with it?" "Sure." Spirit Fox then begins to she Leona how to place the toy on her. She places the double-ended dildo into her pussy and Leona's. Then she places the two single ones into each other's ass. She places the straps securely on, and begins to push the ass dildos in. When they're in as deep as they can go, she then pushes Leona down on her back and begins to mount her. Spirit Fox quickly kisses Leona as she begins to push the double-ended dildo into her pussy. Both females grunt and yowl and the dildos go in and Spirit Fox begins to move up and down. Leona soon roars and begins to claw a little bit at Spirit Fox's back as she experiences one of the greatest fucks of her life. "Growl.. This is incredible. I feel like I'm on fire. Gasp, how can you stand it?" "I can't. I'm in the same position as you." Spirit Fox, then fondles Leona's breasts as she pushes the double ended dildo into both of them, also causing the ass dildos to move in and out. She keeps this up for about fifteen minutes, until she quickly grabs Leona and sucks hard on her breast and cums all over. Leona roars as she feels herself cumming as well. Both females lay against each other, covered in their sweat and cum. "Oh.. man. This is just awesome." Spirit Fox thinks to herself. Both furs hug tighter as they fall asleep in the afterglow. "Don't leave so soon. Stay for awhile," Spirit Fox asks. "Don't worry. I won't. I have to wait for my husband to come back from fishing." Leona says. They soon fall asleep together, resting. Meanwhile, I'm fishing, and admiring the beauty of the land and water. As I'm casting, I hear a noise behind me, and see a lion coming up the trail. I call out "Hey. You're here to fish too?" "Yeah. I thought I'd be the only here. You know this spot, huh?" he replied. "Yes. I have come here before. The fish bite pretty good," I reply. "Great. Mind if I fish with you?" "No, not at all. I was hoping for some company. The friend I'm with didn't want to go with me." "Well, then I'm Tom." He said. "I'm Ben," I reply as we shake hands. "What kind of fish are around here?" he ask. "Well, there's trout, bass, rainbow trout, and others." "Great. I love fish." "Me, I just love to catch fish and then let them go." "Well, that's good as well. It's a good sport to try to catch the biggest one. What size have you caught?" "Oh... let's see. I've got a 6 foot one once. How about you?" "I've caught a 12 foot one on the ocean." "Wow. That must have put up quiet a fight." "Yes it did. Now how about we go fishing?" We then sat in silence, try to catch some fish. As we were sitting, I couldn't help but notice his bulge. It was huge looking. I tried to quickly look away whenever I felt his eyes in my direction. What I didn't know was that when I turned my eyes away, he was looking at my bulge. After we fished and did some more small talk, we decided to head back. Along the way, he walked a little bit close to me and placed a paw on my shoulder. I gulped as I felt his warmth, and got an erection. He couldn't help but notice, and said "So, I take it you like what you're feeling right now?" He then leaned close and gave me a quick lick. I glanced up in surprise. "Wow. So you are like me, huh?" "Yes. I need to feel you in me. I've never had a rabbit before." "I've never had a lion before." "Great. So we're new to each other then. Let's do it," he said with a twinkle in his eye. I looked up into his dark green eyes and feel into them. I reached up and scratched his chin, giving him a kiss. He purred softly and then began to move his paw down towards my pants. I moaned a little as I felt his paw slide into my trousers and fondle my dick. I reached over and fondled him, as well. We then went off the trail and laid down quickly taking off each other's clothes. We sat and admired each other for a quick minute, and then started to 69 each other. I almost gagged as I placed his huge 10" dick in my mouth. I heard him mew softly as I started to suck a bit harder, and I gasped as I felt his tongue lick against my tip. We were soon both pumping our heads up and down, suck hungrily. I new I wasn't going to last, and I moaned and thrusted my hips as I came into his mouth. He lapped it all up. I heard him growl softly as he suddenly came. I quickly pulled his dick out, and watched in amazement, as his seed seemed to spill out non stop. "Wow, I've never seen so much cum before," I thought to myself. "oooh. That was good," he said. "My wife never gives me head, and it feels good to have it." "Well, you're good as well. I've never felt such a rough tongue being handled softly," I responded. "That's only the beginning," he said. I smiled back at him, knowingly, and lay on my back as I lifted my tail up to expose my pink hole. He slurped and bent to lick and finger it. I groaned as I felt his cock like finger probe me. I twitched and gasped as Tom kept probing me with one then two fingers. He soon stopped and started to place his dick near my hole. I tensed a little bit as he rubbed against me, and then entered me. He started to enter me slowly, allowing me to get used to the size of him and the pain. "Ohh, gods you're so huge. It hurts but feels so good." I moan. He grunts and then starts to pump in and out faster, growling with each thrust. I push my back up and shiver at his impact. I feel myself getting hard again, as he plunges in and out. It seems like forever before I spurt my seed all over as I feel him suddenly plunge in deeper and roar clawing the ground beneath me as he spurts cum after cum inside me, a lot of it spilling out of me. We soon hug each other in the aftermath. "Gods, do you always cum so much?" I crocked. "Hmmm, only for special people," he said with a laugh. "Okay, now it's my turn." I said as I gain back some more strength and push him onto all fours. He lifts his tail up and I finger his tight black hole. He hissed as I finger fucked him, and moaned as I started to rub against his hole and then plunge in. I grunt as I felt his tightness. "Oh gods, I've never experienced anything like this," I thought to myself. I pushed in deeper and deeper until my balls touched his. I leaned forward and started to pump in and out as fast as I could, while fondling his dick again. He groaned as I jerked him off while fucking his ass as hard as I could. I gasped and shivered, covered with sweat as I pushed in as deep as I could and spurted for the last time inside his ass. His ass clenched around my cock as he felt me spurt and he then mewed as he came again and spurted all over the ground and on my hand. I just collapsed onto his back and lay there, panting for breath. I heard him panting for breath as well. "That was unbelievable. I've never cummed so much before." He said. I couldn't say anything and we both feel into a quick nap with me still inside him. We soon woke up as it was getting dark. "uh oh. We better get back." I said. We quickly got dressed and cleaned each other off. "Why don't you stay with my friend and me. We wouldn't mind another person," I asked. "Well, that is tempting, but I have to get back to my wife. She's probably wondering where I am." Tom responded. He followed me to the tent, and then was about to leave, as I saw Spirit Fox with a lioness. "Wait," I called out. "Yeah?" "Is this your wife?" I asked as he turned around and saw her. "Why yes. Hey honey what are you doing here?" "Well, I got tired of waiting for you and decided to go looking around." She replied. "I ran into Spirit Fox here, and we got acquainted," she said with a little smirk at the word acquainted. I took a look at Spirit Fox and saw that she was blushing a little. "Had a little bit of fun huh?" I asked. "Yeah, it was interesting." She said. "Well, why don't we all stay together then? It'd be fun." I said. Everyone murmured their agreement. We made some dinner and chatted a bit about each other. "So, where are you guys from originally?" I ask. "We're from Florida," Tom says. "Wow, that's quiet a ways away. How do you like the snow?" "It's okay. I just wanted to go into a woods-like environment at least once," Bard said. "I don't really care for it much, but Ben was insistent," Spirit Fox replied. "Hey, I thought you'd like to go camping at least once in real woods. Don't blame me if you thought it would be different," I say. "Uh, uh. Mr Outdoorsman. You usually stay in the city working or going to classes all the time," she barks back. "That doesn't mean I don't like to be outdoors, I just don't usually have the time to do so. I like being outdoors enjoying nature." "I agree with you there," Tom said. "I enjoy nature photography. It's such a great thrill to be taking pictures of things that most people take for granted." "Yeah, same here. We'll have to share photos," I say. "Hmmph. Just like the men to ignore women when they're chatting among each other," Spirit Fox says. "It's not so bad. At least we get to gossip. So how about you, where are you from?" Leona asks. "I'm from California, Ben's from Oregon." "How did you two meet?" Leona aked. "We met in an online club. It was something that both of us were interested in and we kept in touch, soon deciding to meet," Spirit Fox says. The dinner soon gets eaten and everyone soon relaxes. "Hmm that was a good meal," Tom says. "Thank you," Spirit Fox said. "It was just a simple thing to cook." "So, are you as good as Leona says?" she asks with a sly smile and twinkle in her eye. "Hmph. I thought she'd keep that to herself, but oh well. Yeah it's true." "Care to prove it?" "How about it? Want to go at it?" I ask Leona. She looks at me, and shrugs. "Sure. I never had a rabbit before." Spirit Fox soon moves towards Tom, as I move towards Leona. We both begin to undress the other, and each other. We sit admiring each other, and soon start to fondle. I lean over and start to suck on Leona's breasts and I hear Tom gasp form Spirit Fox's beginning blow job. I grunt as I suck and finger Leona's pussy. She growls softly as I probe deeper with my fingers and teasing her nipples. I hear Spirit Fox grunt as she feels Tom's harsh tongue lick her clit in a 69 position. Leona soon grabs me and starts to push her breasts into my face, then quickly picking me up and starting to suck hard on my cock. I grunt as I feel her tight mouth suck on me like a vacuum. Soon we're all moaning and groaning from the foreplay and start to move into the serious position of fucking. I push Leona's thighs apart as I start to rub against her clit and enter her pussy. She hisses as I slide inside her, and I lean over her giving her a quick kiss as I start to pump slowly inside her tight twat. I glance over and see that Tom's on his back while Spirit Fox mounts him, pushing his 10" dick inside her. She arches her back and gasps as it enters her. Tom mews softly as he feels her muscles tighten around his cock. I return my attention to Leona and start to pump in and out of her. She roar a little as she starts to cum for the first time. She pushes me against her and growls for me to fuck her faster and harder. I comply and start to sweat and grunt from the effort to do so. She's incredibly tight and is making me about to blow my wad sooner than I'd like. I soon gasp as I feel my dick twitch and throb, quickly pulling out of her and jerking myself off all over her belly. She purrs loudly as she slams her finger inside her and start to cum as well. I collapse onto her and look over at Tom and Spirit Fox. They're sweating and Spirit Fox grimaces a little as she cums with Tom inside her. He quickly roars and pushes her off of him and jerks himself off all over her back. All of us are soon panting and still feeling horny. After resting for about fifteen minutes, we go at it again, but this time with each sex. I move towards Tom as Spirit Fox moves towards Leona. She gets the dildos, while I grabbed the double-ended one. Spirit Fox places the single ones inside her ass and Leona's. Both grunt as the dildos worked their way inside them. As soon as they were secure, she leans forward and gives Leona a kiss. Leona places her paw on her head and kisses back. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard and fast," Spirit Fox says. "You know what to do," Leona replies. While they were doing this, Tom and I were placing the double-ended dildo into our ases. We groaned as it moved in deep, and started to push towards each other gasping as the dildos entered deeper into our holes. Tom leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back as he started to clench his ass tight and started to pump up and down forcing mine in as deep as it would go. I cry out a little as it goes in deeper, but force my ass to relax. Soon we trade places, I clench my ass tight as I force Tom's in deeper. While we were doing this, Leona and Spirit Fox were gasping and twitching as they came for the umptenth time. Their dildos were coming in and out of their asses as they rub their clit and breasts together. Both were groaning and moaning as each tried to give the other the ultimate climax. "Oh yeah. It's coming, it's coming," Leona roars. "Yes, yes, do it to me," Spirit Fox gasps. After for what seem forever, the girls soon growled and panted as they spurted onto each other from rubbing against their pussys, looking like a river of white pouring from their vaginas. Tom and me started to grunt as we reached near climax, pre-cum soaking our bellies. We removed the dildo and started to pump into each other. Tom placed me onto all fours and start to mount me, pumping in without any care. He growled as he pushed in hard and deep with one thrust. I gasp as I feel all of his 10 inches go inside me, making me shiver and groan. He then just keeps pumping in and out faster and harder. After a few minutes, he roars and starts to push deep spurting his seed inside me, forcing me to have my face to the ground. After he spent himself, I pushes him back onto all fours and begin giving him the same treatment. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard, Ben. Do it to me," he said softly. I answered by doing just that. I grunt and pant as I feel his tight black hole tighten around me. I don't say anything and just pump for all I was worth, knowing I wasn't going to last that long thanks to the foreplay earlier. I feel myself getting nearer and push in hard and deep, feeling my ass clench as I reached my orgasm, spurting into the Tom's ass. Soon I slump onto his back, spent out. "Ohh, gods that was just great. I never had an orgy like that before," I said quietly. Everyone soon cuddled together, gasping for breath and enjoying the afterglow. "Let's get together again sometime," Spirit Fox says. "Yeah, we'll definitely do that," Leona and Tom say together. Soon we fall asleep, holding each other. In the morning, we al get up and start to pack up. "Well, we have to get back to our camp. Be sure to e us when you want to get together again," Tom says as he gives each of us a kiss. "Bye, you guys were great," Leona says as she gives us a kiss as well. As they walked off, I turned to Spirit Fox and say, "So, what do you think of camping now?" She turns to me and says, "It's good. Not great, but good Ben. We'll definitely have to get together and do this again." The End ??
The Wizards Cave by C Doe	#2 of The Wizards Cave - The Wizards cave Part One By Chali Doe So this is it? Joseph though to himself as he looked around. It was obviously some ones fantasy sim, he was in the middle of a forest and there was a stereotypical cave of 3v1L!Õ not twenty meters in front of him. But other than that	[ "Bisexual", "Fox", "Gender Shifting", "Impregnation", "Rape", "Tentacles" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10070-the-wizards-cave	The Wizards cave Part One By Chali Doe So this is it? Joseph though to himself as he looked around. It was obviously some ones fantasy sim, he was in the middle of a forest and there was a stereotypical cave of 3v1L!Õ not twenty meters in front of him. But other than that the sim didnt look much different than any other out there on the internet. "I hack into the private server of 'Wizard' one of the greatest VR innovators on the planet and all I find is.. some..." He sputtered to a stop as he realized how bizarre his mouth felt. It wasn't that it felt different, it was that it felt exactly the same as his mouth in real life! He'd never even heard of a virtual reality engine so powerful let alone used one before. He examined his body for a full two minutes, just getting over how mind blowingly real everything felt and wondering how it was done, christ the clothes he was wearing even smelled like clothes! Then he remembered he was here on borrowed time. The owner was currently not home according to his hacking of the companys security system, but there was no telling when he would be. And since he wouldn't be able to use the same trick to get back in more than once or twice he needed to use all the time he had now to find a wizards alcove. Most if not every sim had one, a single out of the way chamber from which the programming of the sims various functions could be handled. This made good practical sense because sometimes programming wasnt perfect. And although VR related deaths were rare it wasnt unheard of for a person to get stuck in his own sim because of a glitch that he couldnt fix while in the simulation himself. Joseph looked around but didnt really see anything like a pathway leading away from the cave. In fact the forest didnt really seem all that open. The space between the trees hardly looking promising. So it must just be this cave the sim centers around. Joseph thought. Pity, Engine power like this and a sim as bland as vanilla to go with it. With a grin on his face Joseph walked into the cave, imagining what he would do with an engine like this if he had a computer powerful enough to run it. First off, ditch this fantasy BS and run a real mans sims. Something involving every model to have ever appeared in playboy magazine and a tweak to his own personal settings to allow a permanent hard on. He didnt even really notice which way he went as he wound his way down the tunnels into the depths of the earth. He wasnt worried about getting lost as he could just log out anytime he felt the need to. All he was worried about was finding the controls to this place and seeing what he could do with them. Eventually he hit a dead end. He turned back around to go back and try a different route only to find himself face to face with another rock wall. He was closed in on all sides. "What the hell?" He muttered, tapping the rock just to make sure it was there. It was. "Shit." He said silently. The sim must have some marginal amount of security programming itself, or maybe it was just a quirk of the design. Either way he was so out of here. ... ... Like. Now... An all too realistic sweat broke out as Joseph realized his logout was being blocked. "SHIT!" He screamed as his repeated attempts to access his mental command prompts got zero feed back every time. Feeling slightly desperate now that his primary exit had been blocked and security likely already notified of his presence he began looking around inside the sim world for a way out. All he found was cold hard stone in each direction. Defeated, he sagged down to the floor and wept. "No! No damnit this isnt fair!" He sobbed. He'd never known defeat like this before in the world of the internet, only temporary set backs and challenges he wasnt quite ready yet to hurdle. Oh god, am I going to prison? He thought to himself suddenly, bile rising in his simulated throat and his sobbing growing as the thought occured to him. After several minutes of careful consideration he finnaly reigned his despair in. Im not going to jail. Im fourteen, It'd be insane for me to be charged as anything other than a minor. Especially when I convince the psych how I had absolutly no ill will in doing what I did and didnt understand at all what the harm was in doing it. The thought of how ridiculusly easy it would be to skip legal punishment helped his mood quite a bit. There was still going to be some major fallout with his parents but that he could handle. So with that thought in mind he sat down and waited for security to come and arrest him. \\\* And waited... \\\* ...And waited... \\\* And... "Okay. What the crap is going on!?" He finnaly shouted, breaking down and demanding answers from the walls. He didnt get any. Instead he was left to wait... \\\* With a start joseph realized he had fallen asleep inside the sim. He stood up and shook himself out, he was still inside the god damn sim. Oh shit! He thought as something suddeny occoured to him. What if it is just a glitch in the sim and there really is no one coming? Then some one will eventually come along or the safety programming of your chair will kick you out of the sim before your body starts needing to take care of bodily functions or way the hell before either of those mom will come in and manually log you out, chide you for staying online all night and get you some breakfast. "Sorry but no. Mommys not going to be coming along to send you off to school any more." The walls said. "What the crap!?" Joseph replied. Then it occoured to him that this must be the guy who owned this server and designed the engine himself, come home to find an intruder stuck in his broom closet. "Do you want to know something Joseph?" The voice asked, emanating from the walls. "Uh..." "I made this reality engine at least four years ago and do you want to know the reason for why I havent been able to sell the design?" The wizard asked, then before Joseph could reply the walls started jabbering again. "Because the degree of control this engine has over the brains senses is completly unprecedented. It not only allows me to completly control everything you feel and even the way that you feel it but it also gives me control over the motor functions of your body." He paused to let that sink in for a second. "Enough control to put your conscious brain in sleep mode then instruct your body to hook up to a mobile connection device and guide your body all the way here to my lab without anyone knowing about it." "WHAT?" Joseph screamed. Panic blinding his thoughts as he wondered if this person could really do that. Then his fear nearly doubled as he asked himself 'Why' would he want to do that. "Oh dont worry, your bodys fine. Ive already hooked it up to a long term connection terminal here in my mansion that could sustain it for years. Its your mind you should be worried about." The wizard said in a gleeful tone of voice. Joseph didnt like at all where this was going and said as much. "Well Im afraid theres really nothing you can do about it. Your not the first l337 hacker to take up a permanent residence here in my basement. Theres not a lot of them here, but they've all been residing in my virtual domains long enough without hope of escape or even death to be completly broken to my will." Tears were streaming down his face as Joseph realized this guy was some kind of a sick pervert and that there was absolutly nothing he could do if what the wizard said was true. "Oh but how I do love it before they do become broken to my will. How they struggle and cry and fear what will be done to them. I havent had this hard a stiffy in such a long time!" He exclaimed with glee. "First things first though, Your form. Believe it or not im not actually gay Josey, its just a sad fact that every single hacker to try and break into my personal server has been male." Josey? Joseph thought to himself, confusion almost overclouding his fear. "But thats readilly enough fixed!" Those words echoed for a while in his mind. What the hell was that supposed to mean, he wondered furiously as long minutes ticked by without any further word from the wizard. "Allright! Ive got your new body all programed and specced out for you. Hope you like fur because I like it a lot!" The wizard gloated. Suddenly the world went black for Joseph. \\\* When he woke he wasnt sure how much if any time had passed, but he knew one thing for certain. He felt different. He sat up quickly, but fear locked his head in place, preventing it from looking down. It was only forestalling the inevitable though because he could still feel his new body easilly enough. Eventually he couldnt possibly ignore it any longer and he shakilly looked down. First thing he saw when he stopped thinking about not thinking was his muzzle. A foxÕs muzzle he somehow knew, just like he knew what the weights on his chest were and why he couldnt feel anything between his legs anymore. He let out a howl of terror and jumped to his feet, ramming his back into the wall in blind panic and yelping when he hurt his tail. He stepped into the middle of the stone room and realized suddenly it wasnt a room anymore, but the dead end of a tunnel again. "You know I think im going to try something different with you. Im going to let you roam around and whatever you stumple upon will be my entertainment for the night." The wizard said. Joseph cowered back against the wall again. The alienness of his own body and a fear of what might lie down those other corridors rooting him to the spot. After several seconds his vulpine ears perked forward on his skull to catch the distant sound of some creatures roar. "Of course if you want to wait for my entertainment to come to you thats fine too. But In the spirit of the game I felt you should know that there is a passage that although it will not lead you to freedom will give you my respect as a fellow gamer and earn you a night free from my whims seeing as I have others who would actually be eager to please me." That made up Josephs mind. He knew the guy had to be some sort of sick saddistic bitch, but ANY chance of avoiding what he thought was coming was worth it. He took off down the halls as fast as his feet would take him. Actually he noticed they werent feet anymore, they were paws. And they felt as immenseley real as his bobbing breasts did now. He was getting really really annoyed with those things with each running step he took. His shirt did little to contain their energy as they bounced around like a pair of basketballs, they were even the size of godamn basket balls! And the feelings it gave him as 'his' nipples brushed against the fabric over and over again was really disturbing and even a bit... kinky.. NO, DAMNIT! He thought as he stopped and slammed his clawed fist into the wall. I AM NOT A GOD DAMN CUNT! IM A GUY! The battle between his disbelief and what he was feeling waged on inside him for a good three minutes. Thus it really shouldnt have come as much of a surprise when he heard the echoing of footsteps behind him somewhere. He let out a startled gasp and without a second thought broke into a run straight down the tunnel he was in. He heard the thing behind him make pursuit but he was so incredibly afraid of looking back that all he did was run as fast as he could. He came to a corner and rounded it, he caught a glimpse of the thing chasing him as he did out of the corner of his eye and for a second the image distracted him. Minnataur. His mind said. Then as it caught back up to its senses, it said. Falling. ... WAIT WHAT!! He screamed as he fell down into the darkness of this vertical tunnel. His anguish growing as he realized how feminine the scream sounded and yet still felt the urge to scream until he was hoarse. After several seconds the vertical tunnel emerged into the roof of a large cavern. Joseph saw this cavern to be filled with water about half a second before he hit it. \\\* He coughed up another lung full of water as he finnaly regained consciousness. He must have hit the water going fairly fast, or maybe it had been fairly shallow he thought. But if he had been knocked unconscious why then was he out of the water? It took a couple seconds for him to fully awaken. When he did he realized something was suspending him out of the water by his legs. When he looked up he saw it was two somethings. One long scaly tentacle wrapped around each of his ankles. He traced the tentacles back to their roots and had his jaw drop open despite his heads orientation to down. The tentacles came out a large plant like creature that was secured to the roof of the cavern. Hundreds of other slimy tentacles hung from the main body. And the main body was had to describe. The only way he could think of to describe it was that it was plantlike and dripped something he could only call ooze. The tentacles lifted him up closer to this body and Joseph screamed again. He was cut off in mid scream as one of the smaller tentacles shot forward and jammed itself into his muzzle. He tried to bite down or gag or something to stop it but the well oiled appendage forced its way into his throat before he could do anything. He thought he was going to suffocate and that would be the end of it but no luck, the tentacle seemed to be releasing oxygen as it began to move back and forth and fuck his mouth. A number of tentacles lashed out and bound his arms behind his back before it even occoured to him to try and free himself with them. Another one slithered undearneath his very tight shirt and up his body. Going in between his enormous breasts and then out of his collar before ripping his shirt right off of him with a loud tearing sound. Joseph was forced to watch, helpless as two smaller bladed tentacles came down and began the slow careful job of cutting his jeans loose. And although he was very worried about was happening down south he was completly distracted when two more tentacles with what looked like large suction cup ends attached themselves with a wet sound over his now very sensitive nipples. Joseph found he didnt have any tears left to cry when he realized that not only were his nipples now sexually sensitive to touch, but that his... his.. GODDAMN IT HIS CUNT! He mentally screamed in anguish. His cunt was beggining to lubricate itself up as he found himself turned on by what was being done to him! Im a guy, a guy. I. Am ... AHhhhhH!! His train of thought was derailed as the tentacles began suckling on his nipples. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and made his tail wag. Worse than that, when another pair of tentacles began massaging his breasts he found that it was actually.. pleasurable! That last word tasted foul like garbage in his minds mouth but the tentacle pumping in and out of his mouth tasted kinda like fish. His eyes went very wide when he felt a large rod poking into his groin region. He tried to force himself not to look but the tentacle in his mouth pulled his head up to see he had been drawn up towards the main body of the plant. And that protruding from the plant was something that caused him more despair than anything that had come before. A three foot long, four inch wide phalus, that was litterally drenched in the same ooze substance that covered the rest of the plants body. Before it even occoured to Joseph to try and do something the monster cock found the entrance to hsi woman hood and pushed in. Even with the tentacle cock in his mouth Joseph still tried to scream his lungs out and found he still had a few tears left to cry as his flower was taken quite painfully. For a few minutes all he felt was that haze of pain, as the cock slowly pushed its way inside of him. He opened his eyes again when he felt it press up against something inside of him and looked up see he had more than a foots length of the rod inside of him! In fact he could see his belly was visibly distored from the object inside of him. No... He finnaly gave up. Their was just no fighting this place. It wasnt Joseph anymore. Joseph doesnt have a cunt. It was Josey. As if to punctuate this point the rod suddenly pushed again, it wasnt as painful this time as when she was first opened up but the cock didnt stop this time until it hit the back wall of her uterus. She didnt need to look now, She could feel every pulsing vein on that massive cock against the walls of her vagina. She could FEEL that she had at least two and two feet of it inside of her body. She felt something incredibly odd though that defied her prior knowledge of sexuality. Some part of the massive phalanx inflated inside of her, locking her to the monster. When this happened all of the tentacles holding her suddenly let go and retracted back into the plant. Even the one in her throat pulled out. Leaving her gasping as she was suspended from the air by the plants over sized dog like cock. Then it began to bob her up and down. There was nothing she could do to fight it. At first her screams were of pain and horror, but then as time passed and her vagina was stimulated again and again and again by that massive cock inside of her those screams began to sound more pleasant. "Oh god, oh god... oohooHHHH GOD!!" She screamed. Not believing what was happening to her. But even more surprised that... Good god, she was enjoying it! Being fucked like this was like nothing his fourteen year old mind could possibly have imagined. He kept having this feeling that he should be doing something to fight this, but he couldnt think of anything. The only thing going through his mind was how ridiculously full he felt inside and how close he was to... "Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodhOOHHGOD FUCK ME! FUUUCCK ME! PLEASE!! FUCK ME HARD!" She howled as her first female ograsm built inside of her loins and electrified her whole body. "AhhhAAHHAHHHAAHHH...AHHHHHHHH!!!" Her body spasmed uncontrollably as her ovarys released their eggs into her crowded uterus. The plant finnaly stopped fucking her and held her motionless in the air for a few seconds. It took all of her effort to look up and when she did she the cock inside of her pulsate as something inside of it moved. A second later she felt that something splash against the walls of her uterus like hot milk from a fire hose. "AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" She screamed again as her orgasm erupted into full force. Her ovarys killing themselves to try and push out an amount of egg to match the seed being jetted into her womb and not realizing how futile that was. She felt her stomach begin to stretch outwards as she howled in ecstasy, but didnt notice it consciously until at least five minutes later when she began to come down from her high. Panting, she looked up and gasped when she saw she looked almost nine months pregnant! Before she had a chance to think about this the cock pulled out of her slightly, still inside of her but now outside of her womb. It had finnaly stopped jetting its seed into her but now it jetted something onto the entrance to her uterus that felt different. Some kind of cold liquid that seemed to harden inside of her, after a few seconds she felt the cock pull out a bit more then realized all of the liquid inside of her was staying there despite the pressure it must be under. It must have sealed me up! She realized. This realization was shortlived though as the knot suddenly deflated, allowing her to slide off of the cock and plunge into the icy water below. \\\* It had taken her at least twenty minutes of the hardest swimming of her life to reach a shore and when she did she had no energy to do anything but fall down on the cave floor. As she slowly drifted into unconsciousness she caught herself stroking her inflated belly with one paw like hand in a way she had seen mothers do. She laid her head down against the floor and cried without tears. "Please. Please, someone tell me this is just a dream... please..."
From Our Eyes Chapter 4 My Attempt to Freedom by Sada of the Dawn	#4 of From Our Eyes - "Breakfast!" the cell keeper called, throwing a piece of rotting meat in my cell. I stared at the disgusting scrap of meat, and spit a blast of fire to get rid of the smell in my evil hell hole. I laid my head on top of my claws and sighed, sadly. I've been in this hell hole	[ "Dragon", "Human", "No-Yiff", "Non-Anthro" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97681-from-our-eyes-chapter-4-my-attempt-to-freedom	"Breakfast!" the cell keeper called, throwing a piece of rotting meat in my cell. I stared at the disgusting scrap of meat, and spit a blast of fire to get rid of the smell in my evil hell hole. I laid my head on top of my claws and sighed, sadly. I've been in this hell hole for three months, it feels longer though. I wonder if Syor is alright? I looked at an old skeleton and thought of the possibilities of what could have happen. Syor could have died by those creatures. They could have hanged her, slit her throat, burned her alive, they could have tortured her. I shook my head and put my claws over my eyes. I have to think about the good things. Syor could be at home waiting for me, she could still be alive. I just pray to Quinmeartha she's alright. The sound of metal opening rung through out the cell, I listened as the keeper jingled the keys against my cell door and open it slowly. A boy with midnight black hair to his back with bangs the color of blood. His eyes were different from his people, one was topaz and the other was sapphire, both holding gentleness that was strangely comforting. Who was this elf though? I growled, telling him to go away like all the other visitors. "Now that isn't the way to treat someone who is trying to help you, Memory." He said with a smug smirk on his face. "How do you know my name you heartless creature!?" I growled. The man chuckled and walked closer to me. I tried to move, but the chains kept me down. "That human you protect ever so loyalty is very trusting. I'm sorry I couldn't stay and protect her for you." He said and bowed. "I'm Xalphor, 2nd in command of the army you fought." "You're that elf that tried to help Syor." "Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" he laughed standing back up. I looked at him, my dragon brow raised at his sudden outburst. He was a strange one, that was for sure. "So, why are you here elf?" I question, trying to relax myself. "My name is Xalphor and as I said before, I'm here to help you." He said, checking to see what the guard was doing. The guard gave a loud cough still looking around, obviously not listening to the conversation. I stared at the elf for a few seconds than snorted, putting my head back on my claws. "Why should I trust you? I may be grateful you saved Lady Syor, but I still don't trust your kind." I snapped, now ignoring him. "Look here you stubborn dragon! I may not be your precious Lady Syor but I still want to help you. I don't approve of my people doing this to others and seeing creatures like you suffer. I'm going to help you like it or not." Xalphor said, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough not to let the guard hear. "I'll believe it, when I see it." I muttered, closing my eyes. He snorted and left the cell, to leave me alone in my solitude yet again. I sighed. Could that elf really help me escape from here? The day soon ended and I still laid in my cell thinking about the possibilities of escaping with my life. The guards stood watch at every corner of the castle and not one missed a person who passed by. No light was in my cell, it was all pitch black. Not even the moon shone into my cell to give me hope of escaping. Darkness welcomed me with open arms. The sound of clanking metal caught my attention as a guard left his post to check out the noise. "Xalphor, sir? What are you doing here in this time of day?" He asked. I continued to listen also wondering why the elf returned. A weak cough escaped from the guard's throat before more silence filled the cell. I snorted. I knew that elf couldn't be trusted. I heard keys jangle against the door and it squeaked open. Footsteps closed in on me. I looked up to see a dark, familiar face. "Told you, I'd help." He said, smirking and dangling the keys to my chains. "Now let's get out." He began to remove the chains from my legs and body. I watched his every move as he lifted the chains off. "Why are you helping me? You'll be rejected by your own people." I muttered. "I've always been rejected. I was never like them. I could never take a life for the joy of killing. My people may be one with nature but they'll never be able to control nature." I heard another pair of foot steps walk in on us and Xalphor quickly turned to them. "I knew you'd disappoint us. You always do." The man said, holding his eagle like helmet at his side. He wore blood red armor and seemed to have many experiences in the way of the sword. The man drew his sword, holding no emotion in his eyes. Xalphor stood up and stared at the man. "Come now son, you wouldn't want to disappoint me and your mother now?" The man said walking closer and dragging his sword across the ground. "I could never impress you father and mother never acknowledges my existence. Ya'll never cared about me." Xalphor snapped. "Die than!" His father yelled and charged. I stepped in front of the two NightElfs and roared at Xalphor's father. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me as if he was studying my next move. He was trying to read me. I snorted, flames shooting out of my nostrils. "It seems you have befriended that beast. Hn...you'll got to hell for helping out one of these servants of the devil." "I'm not a servant of the devil you godforsaken monster! What makes you think all these pointless killings are the way that nature wants it?!" I roared, trying to hold myself back from attacking the NightElf before me. "It is the will of god that drives my people! It is god's wish for every single one of my people to purify this land he created for us. To send those, that have defied the laws he created, to the place where they rightfully belong!" He yelled. "I am the right hand man of god and I will do as god wishes, for I am the lord and savior's servant!" "How can you believe in such foolishness?! How is this the will of good!? What makes you think god wants all this blood spilled in his name!?" I snapped. "You'll never understand, foul beast. You are a servant of hell and will always will be." "If this is really the will of god than never count on me to be a follower of him or any other higher power. I shall find my own way through life rather than relying on a higher power." "Hn...Than burn in hell!" Xalphor's father charged at me, fire burning in his eyes. I got in position to burn the foul creature to a crisp. I took in a deep breath and blew, but before I knew it, Xalphor stood in front of the green flames his sword sucking in its power. He stood there now with a sword shrouded in green flames. His and his father's sword clashed and now the fight was of pure strength. "You will die with you hell driven pet, Xalphor!" His father yelled. "I will show you father, that there is more to life than god." Xalphor said and pushed hard against his sword. His father flinched from the intensity of the flames and was left to bind to his knee. Xalphor finally pushed with all his strength, knocking his father back and slicing through his armor. The fire dispersed from the sword making it shined more of blood red than it ever did. He stared at his father's knocked out body, knowing he wasn't dead. He put his sword back in his sheath and looked back at me. "Get out of here, Memory. I must pay for my crimes." He said as if he was about ready to break down. "Tell your Lady Syor that I will meet her again some day." I chuckled and shook my head, grabbing a hold of the elf and placing him upon my back. "Tell her yourself." I said and took flight, breaking through my once stone cell. Xalphor held on for dear life not thinking twice of letting go. The people below began to scatter, scared that there was no order in their once peaceful home. Xalphor stared down at his people and sighed. He began to mess with the bracelet on his left wrist and quickly looked away. "Look, I know you don't want to leave but sooner or later you were going to have to. I knew I would never be by Syor's side, but I promised her I'd return. Maybe one day you can return to your people and make a change for the better than what your father is doing." I said trying to comfort him. "I guess so...Thank you, Memory, I shall pay your kindness back some how." Xalphor said, actually putting on a smile. Hopefully I can learn from this being, probably we can become...friends. But one thing is for sure I must learn of another way than flying every where. Sooner or later someone will strike us while we sleep. I must learn a new ability.
Giving In by vampish malkin	Jezebeth stood behind the chair where her friend, Seth, was sitting. She was a stunning red vixen, with soft pink fur running down her belly. Her long hair that fell down beyond her shoulder blades was a brilliant black with highlights of deep red, so that when it hit the sunlight it looked as if it	[ "First Time", "Jaguar", "M/F", "Vixen" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51564-giving-in	Jezebeth stood behind the chair where her friend, Seth, was sitting. She was a stunning red vixen, with soft pink fur running down her belly. Her long hair that fell down beyond her shoulder blades was a brilliant black with highlights of deep red, so that when it hit the sunlight it looked as if it had rubies spun into it. She held her fluffy tail between her paws, idly twirling it between her slender fingers. She watched Seth sitting in front of her, her petite ears pricked to attention, as they searched the Internet for anything interesting. It was noon, and they were bored beyond belief. Jez yawned wide, threw up her arms and stretched lazily. She looked at Seth again, wondering if he knew the way she felt about him. Seth was a jaguar, and a beautiful one at that. His black fur shined even in the low light of her window-shaded bedroom. His muscles didn't bulge under his fur, neither were they unapparent, but perfectly sculpted, begging for someone to run their fingers along them. His glowing pair of amber eyes peeked out from under his always-unkempt hair. She loved being around him, but it was torture for her. She had wanted him for what seemed like an eternity, lusting for him in her darkest fantasies, but fearing to ever let him know the truth. She wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to feel his gleaming fur pressed against hers. She could hardly ever keep her mind off of him, even now. Jez suddenly realized she had been blankly staring at Seth for a while, and he was staring back at her, wondering what she was doing. Jez felt a blush starting to creep up her face. "Uh, Seth... I, um..." she stuttered. Seth stood up and took her face in his paws. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. He hesitated and pulled away quickly, looking embarrassed. He let go of Jez, and started to turn away. Jez stopped him, pulled him back to her and kissed him. She felt the desire that she had hid for so long rise. Her quick tongue darted into his mouth, quick, gone before he could truly notice it was there. Seth took the thought from her, letting his tongue wander to hers. The kiss, which had started shy and innocent, quickly turned hot, urgent, full of desire and need. Jez became the bolder of the two and shoved Seth against the wall, pressing her body into his. She ran her tongue up his neck, and then sank her sharp canines into his unyielding flesh. A moan escaped Seth's lips, and Jez felt a surge of lust flow through her veins. Seth was hard, and she could feel it through the layers of jeans as he ground his hips against hers. He was driving her crazy. Seth slid his hands down Jez's sides, leaving a trail of chills in their wake, until he reached her thighs. He wrapped his hands around the strongest part of her legs and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, crossing her delicate ankles at the small of his back. Once she was completely enfolded around him, he walked them to the bed. He bent over, setting her down on her back, and laid on top of her still positioned in between her legs, a spot which he rather liked. Seth kissed her deeply as he entwined his fingers in her hair. Jez explored Seth's back with her hands and kissed him more passionately than she had ever kissed someone before. She reached for his tail with hers, and wound the tip of her tail around his. Seth opened his eyes to look at her and found her looking at him. His eyes were beautiful, amber with rings of honey, as he found her vivid green eyes. Jez found the bottom of his shirt with her fingers and pulled it up and over his head. She threw it aside once she had freed it from his body. Jez rolled Seth over onto his back and straddled him. The sight of his shoulders and chest transfixed her, and she found herself breathing heavily at the thought of what was to come. Seth took the delicate fabric of her shirt in his hands and slowly pulled it off. He reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell to the side, exposing her breasts. Cool air caressed her skin, and a shiver passed through her body. Seth flipped her over so he was on top again. He licked and bit her neck, pressing his hips into hers, fondling her breasts. Jez moaned as he kissed her neck and chest, slowly moving down to her sensitive stomach. The feeling of Seth's warm fur pressing against hers made her crazy. His hands moved over her, and the realization of his power aroused her even more. His hands found her belt buckle and fumbled with it until it was undone. He undid her jeans, and pulled them off of her legs. "I'd really like to taste you." He breathed, smirking up at her from his position near her lap. The heat of his breath from the words he spoke graced the tender skin of her bare thighs, and traveled through the sheer fabric of her underwear, making her shudder involuntarily. Seth gingerly took hold of the string of Jez's panties with his teeth, pulling it down over her hip, fully revealing her to him. He moved them down the rest of her legs with a single claw, slipping them over her feet and throwing them to the side once they were freed from her body. He opened his mouth, and rolled his tongue in one line up her snatch. Jez gasped, pleasure already riding her body. She gave in to his warm tongue, flowing like hot liquid over areas she only fantasized would feel him. Seth's tongue delved into her tunnel, eliciting more desperate cries from his lover. He paid special attention to her delicate pearl, licking ever so gently as he heard her cries and smiled to himself. Not wanting to bring her to orgasm, just to tease, he brought his mouth from her sensitive flower and began to kiss back up her stomach. Jez was breathing heavily as Seth once again reached her lips and ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip. Jez moved her head up to meet his, breaking his attempt to toy with her by kissing him intensely and grabbing his rear, pulling him hard into her, expressing her terrible need to have him inside her. She unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, anxious to feel even more of his bare body grazing against hers. He took off his pants, and she wrapped her legs around his as she kissed him deeply. She could feel the heat of his erection through the thin cotton of his underwear. She moved her tail to his groin, and gently teased that sensitive shaft, nipping his chin playfully as she did. They rolled around on her bed until they were both completely naked. Jez felt drugged by him, in a trance that only he could break. She surrendered willingly as he moved his hand between her thighs, and with his strong fingers brought her to orgasm. She bit his neck hard enough to draw blood, dug her nails into his back, and cried out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed through her body. They were both breathing hard when Jez grabbed Seth's erection and squeezed it. She was enjoying this attention, but she was more than impatient to feel him inside her. They could take as long as they wanted next time, anyway. "Take me." She whispered in his ear. Seth growled seductively. He lifted himself above her and entered her in one powerful thrust. Jez cried out as Seth began to move faster within her. Seth said something to her, but she didn't understand. She couldn't think. All she was aware of was their bodies moving in perfect rhythm and her growing climax. Seth pulled her hair fiercely, and she moved her head to the side as he kissed her neck. She moaned and started to shudder as she began to climax. Seth cried out as her came deep within her. After a few minutes when they had caught their breath, Seth kissed Jez on the forehead and gently pulled himself from her warm center. He moved to the side of her and they held each other, enjoying the afterglow. She nuzzled his chest with her nose as he ran his claws through her hair, over and over. "Next time I'll do better." Seth told Jez. "What do you mean?" she questioned, "It gets better?" "Oh, yeah." He gave an evilly seductive smile as he moved himself out from under her and moved slowly down her body...
Invading Will Chapter 6 by Ahndeleck	#16 of Invading Will - Invading Will Chapter 6 By: D. C. Henry ("Ahndeleck") Raogothcar awoke the next morning earlier than he wanted to. After Deanna told him that he would go with her to the library he had been excited about the trip. He tossed and turned most of the night wondering	[ "Adventure", "Character Development", "Dragon", "Fighting", "Human", "Magic", "Novel" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249207-invading-will-chapter-6	Invading Will Chapter 6 By: D. C. Henry ("Ahndeleck") Raogothcar awoke the next morning earlier than he wanted to. After Deanna told him that he would go with her to the library he had been excited about the trip. He tossed and turned most of the night wondering what Palitos would be like on the ground. He flew over it several days ago while he was looking for a den to live in. His father would not explain much of the city to him, so it felt like a big adventure to discover what could be there. The library was most important of all though. He had decided the night before that he would bring his journal. There would certainly be some time on the way to rest and write in his journal. He would need to write down everything for others to remember. He felt embarrassed with himself that he hadn't been writing as much as he did before arriving in Freeraven. If he kept neglecting his journal it wouldn't get an honored shelf in the Volumes of Memory. As he walked down the stairs to the entrance hall, he wondered what he would learn when he went for his first pilgrimage of memory. The only things he could think of that would be worthy of such a trip would be to learn more about humans. His father had never told him of his visits to the Volumes of Memory, and Raogothcar wondered what he had done when he went for his first time. Deanna and three other guards were waiting for him when he got into the large hall. Deanna wore nothing but brown. Light brown shirt, and darker brown pants. Raogothcar wondered why when she had the chance to change the colors she could wear that she wore things like brown. He could never change his colors, but humans had the amazing gift of clothes. It was always interesting to see what all the humans wore. Raogothcar recognized two of the others with Deanna. Jacob wore a light white shirt with a green vest with brown pants. Helen decided to wear light blue shirt and pants. Then the man he didn't recognize was dressed similar to Jacob, but instead of a vest he had a long flowing shirt. Each of them had a small patch on their shoulders, which had the emblem of Freeraven, the winged sword. Deanna turned as Raogothcar got closer to them. She turned back to her three other charges and waved her hand at each as she introduced them, "These are our escourt, Jacob, Helen, and Travis. We're not expecting any trouble on the way so this should be a quick trip. We should be back in a week's time." Raogothcar nodded to each as Deanna introduced them. Then he watched Deanna who stared back at him for a few moments. Then Raogothcar noticed they were all standing staring at each other. Deanna spread her arms and Raogothcar thought she looked impatient. "Are you ready or waiting for something else?" "No, I was just waiting for you to say what we were going to do next. Although I am a little curious if I can have one of those little blue things you are all wearing." "Maybe when we get back. Are you ready?" "Um... Yes, but none of you have very much. We're not taking anything with us?" "We've got it all packed on the horses right now," Jacob said, "Its easier that way." With a quick turn Deanna pointed towards the tower's great doors. "Let's get on our way. Get to your horses; we'll be over the mountain by nightfall." The sun had not yet risen over the mountains and the world outside was still gloomy as the five stepped outside the tower. There were stable hands checking packs and saddles on four horses in the yard, most still rubbing the sleep from their eyes or yawning. Raogothcar waited as the other four gave one final check of everything and mounted their horses. Not even an hour passed as the five left the outer gates to the tower and began their journey over the mountains. They stopped for camp after they had reached the foothills on the other side of the mountains. Raogothcar had tried a few attempts at conversation as they traveled but never managed to get much from any of the soldiers. After the camp had been set up for the evening, Raogothcar excused himself to go hunting. He managed to find a lone deer north of the camp in a clearing, and satisfied his hunger, then quenched his thirst at a nearby stream. When he returned to the camp near nightfall, only Deanna and Travis were still awake. He quietly walked into the camp and lay down on the far end of the camp and watched the two. Deanna paid the dragon no attention and continued sharpening her sword. He had never seen her work on the blade before; she seemed to treat the dark blue steel as if it was a living thing. He looked back at Travis who was looking after the horses. Raogothcar wondered if he might become more friendly with time. Each time he tried talking with the man, he seemed unsure of anything to say. With a shrug, he curled himself up and tucked his head under a wing and fell asleep. \* \* \* Deanna woke just as the first light of dawn broke into the morning world. She looked around the campsite. Whenever she was traveling she always made sure to sleep light and check her surroundings when she woke. After she satisfied herself, she pushed the cured hide cover off her and stretched the stiffness out of her joints. She heard Travis stirring behind her as she began collecting her portion of the camp. Travis sat up and scratched his head for a few moments, then he too started packing. Deanna watched him out of the corner of her eye, the man had joined the scouts and she wasn't sure what to think of the man yet. He was one of the few that knew more magic than weapons, and if he could handle himself well then he would be a good addition to the scouts. The dragon still got on her nerves. She would have been content in silence the entire trip, but he had interrupted her thoughts nearly every step of the way. The chatter among the other scouts didn't bother her, since they knew to leave her alone when she wanted to think. This dragon never seemed to pick up on the fact. Despite how annoying he could be, she could tell he was trying to help. That small piece of him she appreciated. When Deanna finished putting the packs together, she woke the other two. Their shuffling about woke the dragon who had taken his head from under his wing. The dragon lay there watching everything silently with glazed eyes. Deanna took care of cleaning up the rest of the camp while the other three packed up. She noted that Travis started before the other two and was the last to finish. The sun had moved just above the horizon as they were mounting their horses. Deanna looked through the sparse trees, up at the top of the mountains they had traveled through the day before. She frowned up at the clouds that threatened rain for later in the day. She hoped hat they would reach Nicksville before the rain came upon them. Their luck wasn't meant to hold out against the weather. As they saw the first few buildings the rain saw its first few victims. Deanna saw movement in nearly all the windows as people came to watch the newcomers, especially the dragon. Ravenstone had Heraseth visit once a month and this kept them used to a dragon's presence. Deanna knew the people of Nicksville never got dragons as visitors, so their dragon was a surprise few expected. The Inn keeper was nice enough to let them all have a warm breakfast, at a discount for being on official business. The soldiers had to help the inn keeper with a few tables and chairs to help let the dragon in, and the dragon sat at the bar with the rest of the travelers and ate a small helping himself. He sniffed at it for several moments until he apparently saw the keeper starting to get offended, then the dragon made a show of eating the food like it was a delicacy. After Deanna finished her plate, the man walked up to the table where she sat alone, and took a seat. He sighed as he sat down, then looked across at her and spoke in a hushed voice, "You know, ma'am, your dragon troop here is not the only strange thing to happen around here lately. Just a couple days ago a large group of men came through, most of them dressed really funny for these parts. They just camped a little north of here and kept to themselves. We even offered them a place to stay here, but they wouldn't even talk with us." Deanna leaned forward taking in everything the man said. When he stopped, Deanna narrowed her eyes at the man, "How many of them were there?" She hoped for sixteen, but dreaded a much higher number. "There were quite a few actually, ma'am. Much more than your group today. But I don't know how many there were, too many to count all at once. They almost seemed like a small army to us here in town. In the morning they just all got up and left. Some to the west and some to the east." "Were they all dressed in dark green?" The man nodded, "Yes ma'am I think they were. Did you run into them somewhere?" "Yes we did. Killed several in the tower a couple days back. We're hunting for information on these men. What else can you tell me about them?" "We hadn't gotten such news! If we had known that they were out to cause mischief we would have sent word right away." Then he leaned forward again and began wish his hushed voice, "There are more out there though. I heard from Nathan out past the edge of town that his son saw several of those men headed east. Is that the way you're headed ma'am?" Deana nodded slowly without a hint of surprise or emotion about anything the man had said. "Oh you best be careful then ma'am. They are bound to be out for more mischief that's for certain. They won't be welcome in this town, no ma'am. I'll see to that myself." The man shook his fist with emphasis as he talked. "Yes, do see to that. It sounds like my men," She paused or a moment, as she looked over to the dragon still sitting before the bar with the rest of her soldiers, " my men, dragon, and I need to be moving on then. I thank you for your hospitality." "Won't you wait till the rain is past? I am sure those fugitives won't be traveling far in the weather." "No," Deanna stood and raised her voice, "Travis, Jacob, Helen, and you there dragon. Come on we've got a lot more of the road to travel on." The rain had let up after their breakfast at the bar, it turned to only a constant drizzle. The horses didn't mind, the soldiers didn't mind, and the dragon seemed only slightly annoyed by it. They had left the small town a while back, and it was getting close to noon. The entire time they all remained silent, including the dragon. Deanna considered this to be a nice reprieve from usual, she guessed he was lost in his own thought, or self pity. Then she noted he had come up from the back of the line up abreast of her. She figured if maybe she remained silent that he might leave her in peace, but she didn't have much hope for it. The dragon just walked beside her for several minutes, a deep thoughtful look on his face. He only strode forward, looking out ahead, the rain dripping off his wings and his head the whole time. "Deanna?" the dragon asked. "Yes what is it dragon?" "Do you think we'll see any more of the Cickrack while we're traveling?" "I doubt it." "I don't travel on foot very often, so I don't know if this'll be dangerous or if we'll run into more of the Cickrack or something. There are always things behind the trees and now there are people that want to kill us all. Everything seems so dangerous." "I don't think we'll have much to worry about today dragon." "But my father never told me about Cickrack crossing the Crater Mountains. He didn't tell me about assassins like that either. It all just seems terrible." He glanced back at the others before continuing in a whisper, "I have nightmares of them now. I'm scared that those bugs or the other humans could have killed me." "Dragon, that happens to everyone. We all have the thought that maybe if you hadn't have done what you did, you might be dead. Look at us now though, we did what we had to do and we're still here. That Cick isn't, I had this sword buried pretty deep in it. I don't think its going to be eating you any time soon." She saw the dragon turn his head and open his mouth for some reply but she cut him off, "And if we do see another one, I am pretty sure we can bury my sword pretty deep in that one too. The scouts and I can take care of any assassins." The dragon closed his mouth as the spines on his head and back seemed to fall flat on him. He hung his head and slowed his pace and took back the spot in the line he had left several minutes ago. The dragon was like a new recruit, scared of his own shadow and worried about everything. She wondered why the dragon came to her at all for anything. What made things even worse the dragon came to her with problems and insecurities. The last thing she wanted was to look like a caring mother that held children's hands. The rest of the scouts would see that as weakness, and that would lead others to see her actions as weakness. Weakness bread trouble, and she'd had enough of that. Of course the dragon so far had acted when trouble appeared. Perhaps there was some hope for the recruit yet. Although, without any way to watch and test him, he could crack under the wrong sort of pressure. If he did, she'd try hard not to hurt him too much if she had to get him out of the way in a fight, maybe knock him out or stun him. Still she hoped that if anything happened on their trip that the dragon would at least act rather than panic. There were assassins in the woods. The road was well traveled she knew, and the path in front of her was of good solid stone. It made for wonderful traveling, and excellent footing in a fight. The woods grew right up to the edge of the road, which made for easy ambushes. She had her scouts check the road often to make sure no bandits decided to harass travelers. It was impossible to stop them all, but her scouts kept the kingdom safe, so far. She gazed through the trunks and branches that spread out around her. They made an endless web of places to hide and places to make ambushes. She never liked the woods much, but knew enough to keep from making anything easier for whoever might be out there. She couldn't be sure that there was anyone out there at all, but she felt the need to act as if there was. More than once when she acted as if there was trouble ahead, she could avoid it. Deanna hoped it would work this time as well. \* \* \* The dragon kept his head down, his spines obviously drooping. He hadn't bothered her anymore, but something was obviously bothering him. She hoped he would find his own answer than bothering her with trivial matters. Maybe if he approached her, she could have him talk to Jacob, he had his head on straight. Late in the day the rain finally stopped, but the clouds never let up. When the sun finally dipped below the mountains to the west, and then the clouds devoured the dwindling light making for very gloomy travel. The group made camp much like the day before, and just like the day before, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Deanna had them all take short watches during the night since there was trouble lurking somewhere in the woods. When morning broke they all packed and moved further on. The clouds let up mid-way through the day. For the evening, the dragon offered to hunt for the soldiers and Deanna agreed. When he returned the soldiers were pleased with the deer he brought back with him. That evening the dragon and the other soldiers seemed to have a pleasant evening. They told each other stories and joked with each other. Deanna sat to herself, pondering what their enemy out in the woods might be doing. She had expected them to attack or capture them during the day or the night before. Since nothing happened she was becoming more suspicious of the enemy. There were doubts beginning to form in her mind as well, that maybe this other group either waited in ambush somewhere else, or possibly had abandoned them completely. Deanna supposed it was even possible that they didn't even know that she and her soldiers were even there. Her instinct told her however that they knew, she just couldn't explain why. The next day passed much like the one before it, very little happened to the small group as they traveled. Deanna saw no sign of the enemy traveling their route, or of any camps or ambushes planed anywhere. They passed several places on the way the past couple days she expected to be an ambush, but she was glad she had been wrong. On their fourth day close to the evening, she asked the dragon to head up into the sky and see if he could find any hint of what might be lurking out in the woods. She and the others set up their camp again and waited for the dragon to return. When he did, Deanna was disappointed when he told her that he had found nothing. Deanna woke up first on their fifth day of travel. While she was packing up her things, she heard the dragon sit up. She heard the dragon behind her, "Good morning Deanna." He sounded like his sleep was restless the night before again. Deanna continued her packing but decided to respond for the first time on this trip to his morning greeting, "Morning dragon." She couldn't see why he had to greet her every time he saw her. But she never felt annoyed by his morning greetings, he was only trying to be friendly. "We could get to a large river today I think. Its not too far from here, over in the east." The dragon scratched some itch on his neck with a hind leg. "That river is the border between Freeraven and Nyland." Deanna had stopped for a moment and looked at the dragon, then she went back to packing the camp. The other three were stirring awake. They would be on the road again soon. Through the day, they kept a constant pace. Deanna was the only one looking for any signs of trouble, the rest of them seemed certain that the enemy had never known their presence and had moved on. Deanna was inclined to think that was the case as well. In the afternoon however, Deanna noticed several footprints join the dust in the road from some small path out of the woods. She immediately became suspicious, but the others seemed to shrug it off. That evening they came to the river the dragon had been talking about. The banks were steep muddy drop offs roughly the height of a man. Small trees hung out over the river in places, while larger trees grew on either side of the river. The dirt road they were on led up to the stone bridge. Deanna and her three soldiers could easily ride side by side across the bridge. The river slowly meandered through its course, hardly making a noise except for splashing around the bridge in places. Deanna had the group stop before the bridge for a moment. Her eyes scanned the banks and the bridge itself for any signs of hostile life, but she found nothing. The others just indulged her but didn't help any. The dragon sat patiently looking around, but only to take in the surroundings. When Deanna was satisfied she waved to the group for them to start once again. \* \* \* Peter Forter knelt in the bushes as baron Kyle Landol had told them. Their entire group had been laying in wait here for most of the day. The baron was completely certain the only real obstacles to their plans would be walking across this bridge in the future. This time however, the baron wanted to get directly involved with the problem. Peter checked his bow once again, knowing he would be using it sometime soon, though he wish he knew when. He was also anxious about the dragon, the arrows he had didn't seem like much of a weapon against a dragon. He only took comfort in the confidence of his baron. As he waxed the string to his bow, he heard someone slowly walking up to his hiding spot in the bushes. He peered through the leaves and saw Kyle coming to him. He sat patiently and waited for the master to come and tell him what he needed to know. Peter looked up to the man when he arrived, even if Peter had been standing he would have to look up to the man. Kyle whispered down to him, "Go tell the others that they're here now." Peter silently nodded and scrambled off to obey. He looked back over his shoulder and saw Kyle face the bridge and point his finger toward the river underneath it. The magical force the man suddenly began to use crept around him, invisible. He was no mage, but the power being used now could easily be felt by anyone. Noiselessly, Peter arrived at his position and waited for Kyle's barrier to be in place before he started his men's attack. \* \* \* Deanna had Travis and Helen riding in the front. She and the dragon came next, while in the back was Jacob. The only thing she heard was the soft movement of the water somewhere below them and the clomping of the horses. She looked out at the banks and wondered decided that she must have been wrong about the outlaws out in the woods. It could have been they were simply deserters from the main group. She might never know. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked back ahead of her. Then she saw the dragon stop out of the corner of her eye. She reigned in the horse to stop and looked back at the dragon. He stood completely still, his eyes fixed in a hard surprised stare ahead of them. "Dragon, what is it?" She hadn't seen the dragon do this before, and it bothered her. For a moment the dragon just continued to stare, then he slowly looked down at the bridge and murmured, "Magic, someone is drawing a circle. A big one. Right here." "How big is it dragon?" "It's the whole bridge," The dragon said as he turned his head slowly, as if watching something move around them. "They're still drawing it. Something to do with the water below us, but I don't think its going to be good Deanna." "By the two gods," she drew her sword and pointed the way they had come, "Move! Get off the bridge!" She heard the other three and the dragon turning to follow her, but she saw it was too late for any of them. She saw the river on either side of the bridge lift up and quickly flow through the air towards her. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as whole sheets of water sailed quickly through the air and stop directly in front of her, sealing her path with a shimmering, rippling wall. The horse skipped to a stop and reared back, neighing wildly. The others behind her came to a stop, and she heard someone curse behind her loudly. The water slowly started moving toward them, and Deanna could see the rest of the river rise in a giant circle around them. In moments the water had built a large dome around the entire bridge. She stared up at the watery prison as a grim realization dawned on her, they had walked right into a trap. She looked back at the dragon, "Dragon, what do we do?" The dragon had been staring up at the dome with the rest of the soldiers. Deanna's question brought him out of his trance, his voice was high with fear. "I don't know," He looked around them slowly, his eyes wide betraying his fear as he repeated slowly, "I don't know." "We're not leaving the bridge," Deanna swung herself off her horse, "Get on the ground and ready yourselves, over there by the rails. We're about to see what this mage wants with us." Deanna jogged to the stone railway hoping it would be enough cover. A moment later the other three guards knelt with their backs to the stones as well. Kneeling, Deanna let her magical grip on her sword tighter as she felt the magical force around them. She needed to know more about what they faced, but the water distorted the world outside their watery cage. "Dragon," Deanna turned to face the dragon crouched near her, "what can you tell me about this? Where is it coming from? Is there anything else this is going to do?" The dragon had been staring down again, but looked up at her and whispered back, "I don't know. This spell is huge, bigger than most I've ever seen. Let me study it though, maybe I can learn something from it if I have enough time." "Dragon, I don't want to wait. This isn't right and every second you spend without an answer is another second whoever did this can make our lives miserable. Travis, you know magic right?" "Um, some I think." He said as Deanna's hopes fell. "What can you tell me?" "I don't know circle magic, I'm sorry." "Why did I bring you anyway?" Deanna shook her head and looked at the further end of the bridge, "Dragon find us a way out, before anything worse-" An arrow clacked off a stone near her head, and Deanna flinched in mid words. She looked at the wall of water across from them just as more arrows began raining out of the water. Travis swung his sword wildly up towards the arrows, most veered wildly as if they struck invisible stonework. The remaining arrows clattered harmlessly around them. "Now I know why I brought you Travis." Deanna said, "Jacob, see if you can shoot back at them." "Just me? One arrow against twenty?" "Do it Jacob, or-" Travis grunted as he swung his sword again. The sound of arrows flying through water, echoed and sung inside their prison. "Now Jacob." "Alright." Jacob said as he pulled an arrow out of his quiver. "Helen, be ready for anyone coming at us on foot, we can't rule that out." Travis began swinging faster as the arrows began coming through the walls irregularly. Deanna could feel the mental tingle of the magic he was using and guessed he wouldn't be able to keep up for much longer. "Deanna," Jacob called, "My arrows are just getting stuck in the water. I can't get anything out." "Dragon," Deanna turned to face him, "how can they get arrows through and we can't?" "Its got to be part of this spell." The dragon said as he turned his head back and forth. He looked as if he was frantically reading the stonework of the bridge, but Deanna guessed he was seeing the lines of magic below them. The clatter and splashes of the arrows around them began to speed up. Deanna noticed more were coming from behind them. Archers had surrounded them completely. "This spell looks like it works to stop anything coming out of it to hold it in place," She heard the dragon say beside her. "but will let anything from the other side pass easily. I don't know anything that might stop this either." Deanna shook her head and cursed again. Then she looked over the stone hand rails at the other bank. "I guess there is about ten on this side, maybe more. Travis how many do we have over there?" "Some? Maybe say um." Travis waved his sword wildly at the arrows coming in at them. Helen managed to knock an arrow to the ground as it sped towards the dragon. "Another ten on this side." Deanna heard one of the horses give a cry of pain, and looked back. The horse bolted and hit the edge of the water. In the animal's blind panic, it pushed through the wall and then seemed to become trapped half way through. The animal struggled in place while the other horses panicked at far side of the bridge. The dragon shook her with the palm of his wing, "Deanna! When you throw that sword-" The dragon let out a short yelp and jumped slightly, as an arrow punched through the softer membrane of his wing and stabbed into his side. After looking back at what hit him, he turned to Deanna with gritted teeth, "You throw the sword with magic right?" Deanna held up her sword and nodded. "Will it go through?" The dragon gave a short nod, "It should. This circle protects against..." But the dragon never finished his thought. Deanna stood up and threw her sword hard towards the wall of water. She let her mind guide the blade. When the blade neared the wall, she could feel the circle magic trying to hold her back. With added determination she felt her sword break free and fly home. She could feel her sword tear through one of the archers outside the sphere, but couldn't hear any cry. The arrows from that side for a moment seemed to stop, and Deanna felt a glimmer of hope as she pulled the sword back to her. Before she caught it, an arrow passed right beside her and she heard it strike someone behind her. As she caught her sword she turned to see the arrow protruding from Jacob's thigh. He collapsed on the stonework of the bridge and let out a breath of agony, his bow clattering on the stones. Deanna let her sword fly once again this time she felt it pass through the barrier easier this time, as if it wasn't sure how to stop this blade. Within another moment, a second archer lay on the ground as Deanna's blade returned to her hand. She caught the blade and knelt behind the railing once again and looked at her soldiers on the other side of the bridge. Helen had crawled over to Jacob and was pulling out a few strips of cloth from a small pouch on his leg. Jacob pulled the arrow out of his leg with a grunt and looked over at Deanna, "Its not bad. I'll be fine. Just make these bastards stop." "Dragon tell me you can bring this circle down!" Deanna stood and threw her sword out towards the bank. "I can't, its too big." "Then what can you do about it dragon?" Deanna felt her sword land in dirt and pulled it back to her hand. Deanna saw the arrow, but couldn't move quick enough to stop it. Its path led it to land on the dragon's side, the second arrow to hit him. The dragon yelped and shrunk to the railing of the bridge. "Dragon, what do we do? How do we stop it?" The dragon looked away from his side, his wing held out as a shield over his body. "I think its coming from over that way. I can feel the energy flowing into the circle." He pointed with one paw, "If you can distract him long enough-" "I intend to kill him dragon!" She roared as she let the blade loose. The wall of water made seeing her target impossible, but she decided to land near the large tree she could discern. The blade dove into the side of the tree, and she felt the sword slip once it hit. It felt like she had splintered the side of the tree. Bringing her outstretched hand back behind her, she called the blade back to her. A moment later she had caught it and flung it forward once again. She vaguely heard Travis strike down more arrows, and wondered how many other strikes she hadn't even heard. She let her blade strike the ground near the tree and called it back. When she caught the blade she ducked below the railing. "Travis, how are you holding up?" "Getting tired!" He said as he swung wildly again sending arrows scattering in mid air. She noted he was panting, the strain of flash magic slowly eating away his strength. Deanna stood and threw her sword again. This time at a different angle and aimed at a large bush near the tree the dragon pointed out. Se felt the blade catch and snag on roots. She ducked down as she moved her grip on the sword and tried to pull it out. If she had to, she would destroy that part of the river one throw at a time. But she hoped Travis could hold out that long. "Dragon are you completely sure that's where it's coming from?" "Yes! Right over there, not far at all." "Deanna," Travis said, "The arrows, they've stopped." She looked around their watery prison and found Travis was right. The wall rippled and waved, but without the splashes of arrows flying through. She stood and looked around the river sides. At different places she could see a dark wavy shape retreating quickly into the woods behind them. "Yes, they've stopped." She said, watching the shapes as the last of them slipped into the woods. "Thank he gods." Travis dropped his sword which clattered on the stones, and slumped against the stone railing. "I'm so tired, I've not worked like that ever." "Glad you did though Travis," Helen said as she tied the last bandage on Jacob's leg, then sat against the railing as well. "Otherwise we'd all be dead I'm sure." "No we'd all be dead if Raogothcar didn't figure out where this mess was coming from." Travis said. "I didn't do very much." The dragon said as he winced, "I just read the magic. I should have done more. I'm sorry I didn't do anything." "You did well enough dragon." Deanna said, "Let's get those arrows out." Deanna turned back to the wounded dragon. He had been the most trapped of them all with nearly no cover, but he told her right about her sword. Without his reading the circle, and finding where the mage was, she would have never known where to throw her sword. She walked to where the dragon lay. He turned his head and raised his left wing to let Deanna to the arrows protruding from his side. She pulled them out and the dragon winced. She stared at the bloody arrow tip for a few moments then tossed it over the side of the bridge. "They weren't poisoned, you'll be alright." "It still hurts though." the dragon complained softly. Then he let out a deep breath. Deanna looked up at the dome around them, "How long till we can get out of this?" "It shouldn't take too long." then dragon said absently, as he sat looking down at his side with a frown. "Magic like this needs a lot of energy, and since the mage is gone it will wear out eventually. At least I think it will." Helen looked over at her captain as she waved a sword at the end of the bridge, "Now that they are gone can't we just cut our way out or something?" "I don't think so. Just look at your horse over there." The dragon pointed where the horse was still struggling to break free of the water. It was growing tired of its struggle, and was mostly hanging in place its head hanging low on the outside of the wall. "Good thing it got its head through. I'd hate to drown on top of a bridge." Jacob laughed then said, "Drown on top of a bridge, I'd never believe it if anyone ever told me." Deana walked back around the dragon to the edge of the railing and stretched out her mind to her sword once again. In a few moments she sent it sailing slowly back through the dome and to her hands. She wiped it dry from her pack on the ground then sheathed it. "Let's just wait this out. The dragon said this needs power, it will out sometime. Hopefully soon." The dragon closed his eyes, and mumbled softly, "It will." "Helen see if you can't calm those horses, we'll need them again in a bit." Helen jogged towards the horses milling on the other side of the bridge to take care of them. Meanwhile, Deanna gathered up the packs the horses had shed in their panic. It didn't take long, most of their things had been tied up well the morning before. As she was walking towards Helen as she worked with the horses, she heard a deep pop above her. She looked up with everyone else to see a small opening at the top of the dome. The water seemed to tremble for a moment longer, then fell as a single sheet. Everyone was drenched at once as a roar of water swirled around them for a moment. A second later the water had found ways to drain back into the river below with a constant trickle. Deanna looked at Helen who just stood there for a moment. Behind her, Deanna heard the dragon mumbled, "Well, that felt good at least." Jacob looked at the dragon for a moment, then laughed. "Only you would say that." The dragon tilted his head as he raised it to look at him, "Why would you say that?" Deanna turned to the group behind her as she shook water from her sleeves, "Alright, come on. Let's get on the other side of this river and camp. Travis go get that other horse. Dragon, Jacob, see if you two can find a camp somewhere over there." She pointed to the eastern side of the bridge. Then she turned and helped Helen with the horses and packing them back up. \* \* \* That evening they dried off and rested. The dragon and Jacob both assured her that they were alright. Both of their wounds were shallow. Deanna was glad they had managed to sneak away from the ambush with so few scratches. They could have easily been killed in such a well planned ambush. They managed to make a small camp off the road. Deanna felt certain they were safe for the night. She insisted on watches through the night, and no one disagreed now. Deanna sat staring at the small fire they had. The ambush they managed to escape from troubled her. She was scared what the ambushers would try next. The ambush had left her with no further clues than what she already knew. What worried her more was now she also knew this enemy had some powerful mage working with hem as well. None of the criminal groups that she knew kept this sort of talent, it was usually too expensive or too hard to find. There were fugitive hunts she had been on when her team had to handle a dangerous mage. Each time the scouts fought hard, and usually some died. She wasn't looking forward with dealing with a determined mage that was ready to kill others. This one could have easily been the most powerful she had ever dealt with personally as well. Captain Tillson though was known for fighting with mages. She hoped she would do as well. Jacob, Travis, and Helen all lay around the camp sleeping already. The dragon sat a few steps further from the campfire writing in his oversized book. Deanna decided to take the first watch, the rest of them seemed to tired to stay up while she felt as if nothing had happened. She could tell that the dragon was tired, but something about having to write down every little detail kept him awake for some reason. She could not imagine why it would be important enough to write down. Despite how she felt, Deanna sat back against the trunk of a large tree. She let the chirping of insects and the few last birds unable to sleep sing in odd melody around her. Everything sounded normal to her, and soon she began to ignore the sounds completely, and stared into the fire once again. Looking into the waving flames of the fire, she recalled the events at the bridge. Everyone had done a good job she had concluded before, and she was glad now that she brought each of them on the trip, even the dragon. She hadn't thought what would have happened if the dragon hadn't come with them, or if the dragon decided to fly rather than walk with them. Without the dragon's direction they would have all be fighting blind. Deanna wasn't sure she would have ever been able to discern where the magic was coming from and they would have all died. She looked up at the dragon nearby, he certainly wasn't brave nor very powerful, but he had helped them greatly again today. She wondered why he tried so hard when the other dragons in Freeraven held only apathy for humans. Was there something wrong with this dragon in the right sort of way? The other scouts had opened up to the dragon through the trip she had noticed. Perhaps this dragon was good enough to even trust to some level. The dragon closed the book he was writing in and Deanna turned her gaze back to the fire. He carefully placed the book back in his leather bag he had brought. After a short yawn, the dragon stood and slowly walked in her direction. She didn't avert her gaze from the fire, but watched him from the corner of her eye. Then after she lost track of his movements, she heard him flop to the ground near her. She guessed that he would need to ask her something and she waited for whatever the dragon wanted to ask. "Deanna, what is the city of Palitos like? All my father ever told me about was the library, which doesn't sound like it would be much for the rest of the city." "I don't know dragon," she said as she turned to look at him, "it's a lot like Ravenstone." "I didn't get to spend much time in Ravenstone really, so what are they both like?" "What do you want to know about them?" "Interesting things, and things about them." "The city is both an industry city as well as a trade city." She turned back to gazing into the fire as she recalled facts from different reports she was given from scouts. "They are the major grain producer for the entire Southerlands. But being built on the major east-west trade route and a major north-south road brought trade in the city to a good level. Freeraven gets most of its flour from Palitos, several times a year a small wagon train purchases flour. The Freeraven army has been guarding the train for several years now. Due to the city's size they have a small standing guard troop at all times. General-" "No," the dragon interrupted, "I mean like how they got the library? What are the people like? Do they like dragons there? My mother told me that where she came from there weren't as many dragons that visited the cities." "How would I know things like that dragon?" "Isn't that things you would know? You've been in cities before, you're a human." She stared at the fire as the dragon's last comment rolled in her mind. She had never cared about what other people thought about, normally that only lead to more work. For most of her life she had been more concerned with where the immoral and illegal parts of town were, how to eliminate them, and who would get in the way when she did try to eliminate them. The things the dragon wanted to know could get in the way. Histories made you feel sorry for criminals when you learned they couldn't feed their families. Knowing backgrounds gave one compassion for the murderer whose family only beat him and all he knew was hatred and malice. "Dragon," she turned to look him in the eyes, "sometimes you can't know those things. I don't know the histories of Palitos because its not my job to know them. I know what I know about Palitos because that's what I need to know." "Are humans all like that?" "No, I don't think so dragon." She said as she turned back to the fire. "Then why're you like that?" "Because not everyone can be the way you want them to be." The dragon furrowed his brow and turned his head to watch the flames as well. She didn't mean to sound as angry as she was. She wasn't used to being questioned, usually she was the one that did the questioning. What she had said was true though, and the dragon would have to learn to deal with it. Deanna didn't want to seem angry with him though. "When we get there," she said quieter, "we might be able to find someone that knows a little more about Palitos than I do." "That would be nice I think." "It could be." "Well," the dragon said as he stood, "goodnight Deanna. I'll see you in the morning." He didn't wait for her to say anything in return and walked back to where he had left his bag. She didn't know what to say back to him anyway. She hadn't met anyone in the tower or in the city that was quite like this dragon. She couldn't understand why he would bother with any of them after all the attacks. The dragon laid on his side and closed his eyes, his spines and wings drooping. Deanna remembered when she was left to train new recruits into the scouts, how they would ask questions and look for ways to fit in. Many tried to get on her "good side" only to find she never favored anyone. Favoritism lead to bad decisions, and lead to people getting killed. There were others that did better than she did in training new recruits, and it seemed she would need to get the dragon with one of them. With as much as he had been helping the scouts, he might as well be one of them now.
medieval story by dbj_rab	another old story i wrote in medieval setting - The rabbit yawned and sighed as he stretches and woke up from his nap. He twitched his ears and looked around for any "predators". He yawned again and patted his clothes then pondered his next move as he noticed a pair of eyes watching him and smirked	[ "Bear", "Gay", "M/M", "Rabbit" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464057-medieval-story	The rabbit yawned and sighed as he stretches and woke up from his nap. He twitched his ears and looked around for any "predators". He yawned again and patted his clothes then pondered his next move as he noticed a pair of eyes watching him and smirked slightly as he moved on towards the nearest town. The fox grunted a bit as he continued to watch the rabbit and closely followed him as bet as he could without being seen. He swished his tail a bit as he trailed the bunny idly wondering in the back of his mind as to why he was hired to follow this rabbit and judge whether he'd be good for certain tasks. "He doesn't seem that special to me" he thought to himself as he continued to follow the rabbit. Sean grunted softly as he sat down in the bar of the small village. His ears twitched as he ordered a drink and then moved to a dark corner and waited to watch what the fox will do next. Shawn flicked his tail and looked around for the rabbit and spied him. He moved to the booth and smiled , "Mind if I sit here good sir?" he asked, pouring on the charm. Sean smiled "No not all. Go right ahead." "my name's Shawn by the way. Nice to meet you." "My name is Sean. Like wise I'm sure" he grinned a bit as the male servant brought their drinks. Sean gave the teenager money and a bit of a tip as he grinned and smirked slightly and patted the young bear's rump as he moved off towards other customers. The bear smirked softly as he wriggled his rump to the rabbit knowing what he'll be wanting later in his room. He softly mmrred to himself at the thought as he softly smoothed his brown and white fur, and then greeted the next customer. The rabbit smiled as he sipped his drink and looked the fox over. The fox was of usual redish orange and black foot and hand paws coloring. Yet his hair fur was dyed purple. His green eyes sparkled and regarded the rabbit in return. The bunny grinned to himself a bit as he noticed the fox adjusting himself slightly and continued to drink. "So what brings you around here?" the fox asked as he sipped his wine. "oh not much. Just traveling around and what not" he smiled as he sipped his fruit juice. "that's good then " the fox remarked. "Well I must be off.. it was nice meeting your acquatance. " the fox smiled and got up to go to his employer. "It was nice meeting you too. Take care on your journey" The rabbit said, then waved a paw bye. The rabbit then hopped off to his room and decided to take a nap before the hot cute bear came along for a hot night of fucking. He grinned to himself and waited. After several hours has passed, he twitched his ears as he heard a knocking on his door. Enter he called out and smiled already naked knowing it was the bear waiter. The bear grinned and closed the door and then strated to slowly strip out of his clothes. Sean grinned as he watched the hot hung bear get naked and then patted the bed. "come on over here Greg." He said. Greg smiled and wasted no time in getting there. Both moaned softly as they began to play with themselves to more hardness. "mmm oh yeah that's it " Sean panted a bit as he moved his paw up and down on Greg's hot huge 9 inches of preing cock. "oohhh Sean gods yyess more harder" he panted and spreaded his legs slightly as he got more turned on. Sean grinned as he then moved on his back more and lifted his legs. "ok big boy.. put that hot huge dick of yours up my ass and fuck me hard " he panted and smiled. Greg mmrred softly as licks the rabbit's tight tail hole and moaned softly as he fondled his balls and pred more. Then slowly rubbed his length along the rabbit's ass crack and panted as he got more turned on and moaned "ooh fuck . gods you are sooo tight " he whimpered panted and shoved his cock head into the bunny's ass. Sean grunted and panted as he pushed back against Greg's huge cock and shivered in pleasure as he tightened his ass slightly and began to slowly paw himself off as he watched Greg's hung bruin cockk slide in and out of his ass. "ooohhh fuck fuuucckkk yyeessss" he cried out. The rabbit panted and moaned more in pleasurea s he cried out and mrowled loudly tightening his ass as hard as he could as spurted all over as the bear grunted and frowled softly and trusted deep as he could into the rabbit's tight ass and nibbles his neck as he spruted and cummed deep into his ass... Greg panted and gasped softly as he moaned in pleasure and thrusted a few more times while cumming into the bunny's tight ass.. Sean panted and moaned ohh gods oomm yess as he shivered and smiled at Greg. He giggled "my turn now " . Greg smiled and smirked and then maoned as he pulled out of his ass and they changed ;positions for the rabbit to fuck the hot bear. Greg grunted softly and growled as Sean pushed his hard preing cock into his ass. "oohh gods you're so huuugee " he panted and maoned..pushing back against the rabbit's hard deep thrusts going in and out faster and harder as he grunted and panted preing hard into the bear's tight ass. "ohhh gods yyess sooo tight " he panted and maoned.. sweat dripping all over their bodies as Sean grunted and maoned pushing in deep as he could and pounded away as he suddenly twitched and cuummedd hard into the bears ass. Greg patned and moaned suddenly tightening his ass and spurted all over again as he felt the rabbit's cock spurt into his ass. Both panted and maoned in pleasure as they simply snuggled and kisses enjoying the afterwloe and resting up. "ooh gods you are such a good fuck" Sean panted and girnned. "So are you good sir" Greg panted and smiled. They soon fell into slumber and remained throughout the night cuddling.
Eternal Phantasia - Chapter One - The first Appearance by ZachBear	So this is the first chapter, and a rather amazing one at that.. Or I hope so. Anyways, this chapter will be explaning.. um, the slight creation of final boss which is.. well, in an way, the "final boss". So shall we get started? The same copyright yada yada, zaku, mr.toshina, and today's appearing	[ "Action", "Adventure", "Character Development", "Fantasy", "Mild Violence" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10071-eternal-phantasia-chapter-one-the-first-appearance	So this is the first chapter, and a rather amazing one at that.. Or I hope so. Anyways, this chapter will be explaning.. um, the slight creation of final boss which is.. well, in an way, the "final boss". So shall we get started? The same copyright yada yada, zaku, mr.toshina, and today's appearing character zachary are all my character's. Please do not copy or use with out permission and um.. Sorry about the typo party above, i'm still waking up. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* ......? Why is it so quiet?.. So dark?.. Where am I, how did I get to this place? A forest? Lake? I don't reconize this place, and yet it feels as if I have been here before. Fur matted in a cold sweat as zaku's eyelid's flash open. His bright blue orbs darting left and right around his room as if searching for something. He then rised up into a siting position, leting his right paw reach up and gently rub over his forehead, wiping off the sweat and panting softly. A odd dream had woken him up from his sleep, which was what caused him to pant and panic. Something wasn't right "..What's going on?". He then pulled the sheets off his legs, nude underneath and sliping his legs over the edge of the bed. Leting his feet gently touch the soft carpet floor and then rise into a standing position. His tail slowly curling and uncurling. "What time is it?" Eyes gazing over at the end table next to his bed, seeing his alarm clock show it was one fourty five in the morning "Jeez... I should go see if zach's up, I could use some.. Time away from this house." ... The cricket's were loud and rather annoying as he exited the mansion and walked down the main street which was called "Lenard". He noticed people walking about here and there, with car's driving down the street time to time as well. It was one of those mornings where no one wanted to be late, and no one was awake inless on their way to early work or drunk out of their minds and can't seem to find their way home "Ah life of the city..."He mumbled while fixing the black sleve less t-shirt he wore which was odd for him, also wearing normal jeans. He didnt wear his usual inverted cross medallion or earings. Just walking the street looking like another teen. It didn't take long before zaku reached the rather nice looking apartment which was actually a type of loft at the same time. The apartment room being one gaint room but with an upstair's that looks kinda like a balcony inside the room. As he walked up to the door and knocked, a crash was heard followed with shattering glass and a odd "what the hell." look on zaku's face. The door slowly opened a crack as someone with a rather deep but plain maleish voice saying "Who is it?" "It's zaku moron." The door then flung open, the shirtless coon standing infront of the door with his bright brown eyes gazing at the silver fox and having a wide smile on his face. His tail even wagging as he said "Dude, why are you here?" "..Long story, just having sleeping trouble..." "Oh no, another dream. Alright, come on man."The fox nodding happily as he entered. Once in the light of the room, you could notice the coon's build. It was toned, and rather muscular looking compared to the stereotype coons. You could tell he was a athlete and did alot of runing and joging. He was actually on the track team at his school, and second best next to a cheetah that goes there "So whats the problem this time?"The coon asked while taking a seat on a couch right in the front room. Zaku closing the door before walking over to the couch and siting next to him. Ears pricked back as he sighed, head then lowering while closing his eyes ".. The dream, I am in a forest with a lake... It's dark out, and I can't see anything but the lake which moon light is shining into.. Then the lake starts moving and then..... I don't know, I always wake up right about then." "Sounds slightly odd, but you shouldnt let it get to you zaku, your a good guy. It's probably just a dream." He then sat closer, leting his arms slip around the fox's waist and pull him close. Leting the back of his head rest on his gray fured chest "You gonna stay here the rest of the morning?" Looking down at the fox with a concerned face. "Yeah, I think I will."Zaku said as he looked up at his coon friend, smiling at him as he said "Thanks zach, for being here for me." "No problem zaku, you know I would do just about anything for you......" ..................... "Zaku........ Zaku....... ZAKU!" "Huh!?" The silver fox snaped back to reality, standing on the sidewalk and facing in the direction of zach who's arms were crossed. It was the third day after zaku's father's release of eternal phantasia and it was a big hit. Him and zach were on their way to try the game for them selves to see what the fuse is all about "Uhhh.. Was I out for long?"He asked. "You stood there for 20 minutes staring at nothing as I flailed my arms and yelled your name like hundred's of times!!"The coon was looking odd, but very attractive. Having on a sleve less blue t-shirt, some blue jeans with the knee's cut open, a blue beane with holes in the top for his ear's to poke through and a gold hoop earing in his right ear. He was a very good looking coon, and standing at 5'11. Zaku shook his head and smiled with a blush, wearing his usual leather vest, pant's and inverted cross medallion. Nothing new to him today as the fur on his muzzle turned a slight pink and said "Heh, sorry.. I guess I dazed off." "You think? Now lets go!"He said with a smile, runing down the street with zaku standing there... But then took off sprinting following zach.. It was one of those day's, where the sun was shining, a cool breeze blew through the area and everyone was doing something relaxing. It was a saturday, and a beautiful one at that. All the cherry tree's in town that Mr.Toshina had planted years back were in bloom and the street's were covered in a light blanket of pink cherry petals. One of zaku's favorite sights. Speaking of sights, as they ran, zaku couldnt help but stare at the sight of his friends rear and grin almost evilly. Soon they reached the closest phantasia center and entered the large building. The room was filled with beings of all sorts, fur's, human's, and everything in between. It was amazing. People were talking about the game, making statement's or discussing how the system was better than any normal rp they played. Zach and zaku went to the front desk, with zaku saying "I am mr.toshina's son. Identification number 23478560145." The lady human wearing white and having long green hair then said "Identification number reconized, hello zaku sir. How can I help you?" "Me and my friend request a teleporters for eternal phantasia, have any open?" She started typing into the computer on the front desk, giving this "hmm..." and "OH!" looks as she then said in a rather pleasent voice "We have ten teleporters open today.."She pointed at two behind them on the wall "You may use those, and I hope you enjoy your experience."Zach frowned while zaku lead the way, zach had a thing about human's and it made him uncomfortable. But stoped hiding as they reached the door's to the two teleporters. Standing side by side as zaku said "See you on the other side." "yeah, you too..."Then they both steped in, closing the door's behind them.. Zaku gazed around the small space like closet that was blue and had a monitor infront of him. A voice emiting from it. It was a woman voice, and it said "Welcome player, will you be playing a new character, or exsisting?" "New." "New character profile setup loading. Real name please." "Zaku Toshina." "Character/Username?" "Zaku Silver Fox." "Thank you........... Name registration complete. Do you have any codes you would like to enter?" "No..(codes? He even gave the game codes?)" "Thank you. Welcome user zaku silver fox. Please hold as I scan your eternal data." A blue beam of light Emited from the montior, moving over zaku's body then retracting back into the monitor "Data scan complete. Ready to be teleported Zaku Silver Fox?" "Yes..." ".. Teleporting."The rooom started shaking to him, then everything changed as he seemed to fall through a vortex of multi colored lights and odd waves of energy. It made him feel wozy, but just as quick as he entered the vortex, he exited. Now standing in a clearing in a lush forest. Zach appearing next to him. "Welcome player's Zachary Coon and Zaku Silver Fox. Zaku Silver Fox. Class, magician. Abilities. Can phase through solid matter, use low and meduim class magic except for summoning, eternal, telekenetic, and some time magic. You can also use magic ritual circle's to use summons, high class spells, and transformations but it has a 70% chance of failing.. Zachary Coon. Class, Telepathic Master. Abilities. Can use any form of telepathic and telekenetic powers. Also can use any class of water and wind magic. Even summonings. You also have the hightened ability to manipulate minds... Weapon's usable to your classes? Zaku Silver Fox is limited to using only saber's, magic orbs, staff's, battle fans, and rod's. Zachary Coon can use any sword weapon, bow, staff, and gauntlet weapons. Armor limit none, here you may use any type of armor.. Starting armor, zachary coon has on mythril chainmail, silver armlets, and silver legings. Zaku Silver Fox has on scale plate mail, gold armlets, and silver shin gaurds." "Woah, gold!? Gah, black and gold is so tacky!." Zach turning to look at zaku with this "..what the hell?" look. Arms crossing before his ears twitched to the sound of the woman saying "Zaku Silver Fox, would you like to change the color of any armor you have on?" "Yes, change my armlets and shinguards black." "Yes zaku... Color change complete, anything else?" "No.."He said, smiling as he looked at his wrist, the once gold bands around his forearms now black to match his outfit "Character registration complete.. Please pick a weapon to start out with." "A.. Weapon?" Zach asked. "Magic orb/Saber sword!" A green sphere would appear before zaku, and then it would change into a green bladed saber with a blue hilt, then change back into an orb "Is this the weapon?" "Yes." Reaching out with his right paw and taking it out of the air, smiling as it transformed right in his paw, now griping the hilt of his saber. "Silver Long sword for me please."And as requested, a silver long sword in a brown sheath would appear "Is this the weapon?" "Yes"He said with a smile, taking the sheath and tieing it to his belt, then unsheathing his sword by griping the brown hilt tightly and drawing it out in one swish. "Thank you for waiting. You may now play, enjoy.." "...Ok.. Now what?"Zach asked zaku as he then said "Monitor, party registration. Name, crimson blades. Leader, zaku silver fox. Party member, zachary coon." "Party reconized, all players please stay close to the leader inless in a town, city, excetra. Enjoy Crimson Blades." Zaku grined, his tail wagging as he looked at zach and said "Follow me.."Zach mumbled something but followed zaku as they walked down a dirt road. But just then, a part of four would jump out of the tree's. Landing infront of the two fur's as the leader who was a cheetah from school.... Also zach's rival in the track team "Brad.."He said with a growl, the cheetah dressed in a white tank top, and some jeans but holding a long sword "Heh, so zach is a noob to phantasia. Hmph, this will be fun. Lets take them out."He said. Zaku shaking his head as he readied himself. Zach standing beside zaku, also ready as he glared at brad "Bring it on!" "Party battle reconized, The Yellow Titan's Vs. The Crimson Blades. Activating battle area."A dome then formed around the area, it then turning transparent but having an odd blueish look to it "May the battle begin, enjoy." Zach grined, eyes turning dark blue as waves of telepathic energy circled around two of the other parties member's. Freezing them in place before thrusting his right arm out, blade clashing into brad's as he tryed to slash at the coon while using his powers. Zaku just gave a sway of his body before briskly walking up to one of the people who tried to slash at him, but phased through him and stood behind him. Saber diving into his back and out his chest. Blood trailing down the front of the being's shirt and down his back. Zaku growled as he noticed blood was on his vest "Gah, you got my fucking vest wet with blood."And then with a yell, he would pull out his saber and drive the tip right back into his back. The player then vanishing as the woman voice said "Green Momba defeated, retracting from eternal phantasia." Zach jumped back, grining as he binded brad's legs and arms. "Heh, looks like you and your team is immobilized." "Not yet."The cheetah said as his eyes turned red, a burst of flame's erupting right on zach's chest as it sent him back and slaming back first into a tree. Groaning as he held his chest with his free paw. Zaku was behind a tree, preforming a magic circle which was red with blue runes with in it's lines. The other player's were released from their binds. And zaku's spell failing "Fuck!!....." ....Everything seemed to slow down as the forest grew quiet. The other team's player's stoping while glancing around "B-brad.. Is it..." "No... I-it couldnt be.."He stuttered. The woman voice now saying with a rather warning/concerned voice "Battle feild dome destroyed, final boss entering area. Do you wish to be retracted from eternal phantasia?" "No way, me and my team can handle that idiot monster." "Crimson Blades, wish to retracted?" Zach cringed as zaku was kneeling next to him and rubing his chest. Slowly healing it for him "No, we will just run.. We will never get good at this game inless we stay." "So be it.." A black beam shot out of the tree's, erasing the tree's as it went by and completely disintergrating brad's last two party members as the monitor said "Hulking gaint and ninjitsu girl defeated by boss. Retracting from eternal phantasia. Character data erased." Brad gulped as he heard that, he heard that when final boss defeats someone they have to start over and arent allowed to return to phantasia for a week "....Uhhh... This game's been out for only afew days and people are already being deleted by final boss. Who made that thing anyways!" "Creation unknown. Final boss is a name we gave the creature for it has the strongest energy level on this world. Chance's of it being defeated at this point in time? 2%." A loud laugh echoed around the area as another beam zaped brad who yelled out and vanished "Cheetahling defeated by final boss. Retracting from eternal phantasia. Character data erased." Zach and zaku gulped, zaku now siting next to zach as he pulled the coon to his chest and kept his arms around him. Growling as they waited. A large being who made almost no sound while walking entered the clearing. It's dark red eyes gazing at the two fur's as it spoke in a husky, deep, and a slightly enchanting voice "Fox of silver ore.. Why are you here on this land?..." "Uh.."His eyes gazing up into the large black beast which looked more like a shadow.. A large shadow "I-I came because I wanted to see what the big deal was about eternal phantasia.." "You do not belong here, the one with blood hair should be here. If not, the two world's shall corrupt and no longer exsist.... Bring me toshina!" "...I.. I am toshina's son, zaku.."He stood up, growling as well as having a rather confident look upon his face. Paws clenched into fist. "Son of toshina. Your presence here disturbs the balance. Heh, as punishment for coming here with out permission.." Zaku's eyes widened, blue electricity runing up his body before his head tilted back and yelling out in pain. "You shall be cut off from the other world. And then killed. With you gone, toshina will have no choice but to come. And then I shall destroy him. Thus ending the two worlds." Zach gasped and yelled "No you can't do that!." "I am sorry gray coon."Zach yelled out as a sphere of darkness wraped around his body and then vanished. Followed with the same voice saying "Zachary Coon's presense lost, unable to find Zachary Quinlan. Unable to retract player. Chance of survival, 20%." Zaku fell to his knee's, tears runing down his face. Not from pain, but from what he heard. Was zach dead? "no.." "Yes, and now to finish you son of toshina.." ................... ................... "GRAH!" Final Boss cryed out as something happened, a black figure darting around behind tree's. It was rather large, and had a long tail but was hard to see. The large creature growled as he said "Seems he has returned, i'll be back for you son of toshina.."And just like that, he vanished into thin air... Everything seemed to spin to zaku as he fell to his face and blacked out. His world darkening in his state of unconciousness..... "Final.. Boss.. My dad. What the hell is going on?..." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Ahh, chapter one complete. Slightly rushed, i'm sorry. I promise to make it better and more thought out. It's just I didnt have alot of time. Anyways, i'm sure there are typo's. I'll proof read it later and resubmit it ok? Anyways, zach has mysteriously vanished. Final boss is trying to destroy both worlds. And a new figure has appeared, is he friend, or foe? Ah, I love a twist. Also, remember that the begining of the story is a flash back to the first night, of the two days before zaku's dad went into isolation to study and make eternal phantasia which took two years. And there will be more flash backs to that time. So some things will be explained during the flash backs. Ok? Good. Any questions, e-mail me, or if you have msn messenger. Add me [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)
Delay of Game by Squirrel	Bounce-bounce-bounce. Adelaide swapped. Her paw! Swipe! But Field had already moved to the right, trying to go around her. She spun, pursued, and leapt up. He was on the left side of the goal. She expected him to go for the lay-up, or stop for a jump-shot. But the mouse leapt before reaching the	[ "Bat", "Character Development", "M/F", "Mouse", "Romance", "Vaginal" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9769-delay-of-game	Bounce-bounce-bounce. Adelaide swapped. Her paw! Swipe! But Field had already moved to the right, trying to go around her. She spun, pursued, and leapt up. He was on the left side of the goal. She expected him to go for the lay-up, or stop for a jump-shot. But the mouse leapt before reaching the paint ... and went under the basket. Under, with an arm outstretched, paw pushing the ball up. In mid-air. Ball off the glass. Like a reverse lay-up. Two points! Field huffed, as the ball went ... ... bounce-bounce-bounce. On the cement of their makeshift court. Behind the house. In front of the pasture. The lines drawn in black paint. Adelaide reached down and picked up the ball before it stopped bouncing. And dribbled, backing away. Backing to where the cement ended and the grass and dirt started. Her back to the alfalfa fields across the gravel road. And the tilted telephone polls. Her short, foot-long tail ... giving her balance (her tail being meant more for the air, not the ground, though). "I'm leading," Field stated. Dishy ears swiveling at the breeze. "Yeah?" A toothy grin. "Twenty-two to ... fourteen. We're going to ... " Adelaide leapt. From behind the three-point line. Leaving an arm in the air ... as the orange-colored ball arced. As it swished through the net. And the bat, panting, nodded at her mate. The mouse. "Thirty. We're going to thirty. I believe I have seventeen." Field giggled, nose sniffing. "Ooh ... " "Come on ... get the ball." The pink-furred bat bobbed on her foot-paws. Wearing a pair of old barn sneakers (that were Field's). She opened and closed her paws (which had sharper claws than the mouse's, giving her a better grip on the ball ... when she had possession). "This is a best-of-seven series, you know," Field reminded her, retrieving the ball, and dribbling it to the back of the smallish (but big enough to have a three-point line) court. "I got you worried?" "I'm leading two games to zero." "Ooh, I'm really scared," she taunted. Field giggled. "Adelaide, I swear ... " "What?" She showed her fangs. Her teeth. Grinning. Challenging. "I may be meek and milk-mannered, but I take my basketball ... very," he said, speed-dribbling to the left. "Seriously," he huffed, making a drive for the basket. The bat pursued, and Field stopped. And she jumped on by. Faked out. And the mouse sank the two. "Twenty-four." "I know the score ... " Adelaide retrieved the ball. Dribbling. And going to the grass, picking up a water bottle. Putting the ball down for a second. Pouring water onto her muzzle, into her mouth, on her face. It dripped from her in drops. And she tossed the water bottle to Field. Who drank of it. Whiskers sniff-twitching. Bare, furry chest rising, falling. Slender, but toned. Wearing a pair of tattered jean shorts. Wearing sneakers with holes in them. The mouse watched the stray water drops cling to her muzzle, her chin ... he wanted to lick the dampness off her. Suck her fur. Oh, to ... "You need a belt," she teased, smiling, dribbling again, walking around the perimeter of the three-point line. "I can see your briefs." She could, the white band. She tried not to stare. "Is that a complaint?" A giggle, and a head-tilt. "No ... " And she tried for the three again, but Field had already taken a step or two forward, had already leapt. Paw tipping the ball, which sailed to the right and went into the grass. Out of bounds. "Still my ball," she claimed. "You knocked it out of bounds. You retrieve it." "It went under the electric fence," Field noticed. "Need me to get it for you?" "No." A head-bob. A giggle. "No, I just ... you've been shocked by that thing. You know how it feels. I don't wanna get shocked." "Then don't touch it. Problem solved." "Like I touch it on purpose?" He was already strolling into the grass. And paused. "Bet you," he called back, "I can jump over that." "Like a hurdle?" "Yeah ... yeah, like, a running start, and I jump over it." She squinted. Walking into the grass with him. "How far off the ground is that thing? I don't want you to get tangled in it." "Um ... four feet. Three and a half." Pause. "I can do it." "Go for it, then ... " A smile. "What are you gonna give me," he asked, turning his head, smiling. Whiskers twitching. Ears swiveling in the springtime sun. The air was near 70 degrees. It was so nice out today. The blue, and the ... creek-bugs. Everything. It was later in the afternoon, so they needn't worry about the sun burning their fur-less parts (their ears and noses ... were susceptible to sunburn). "My admiration." "Ooh ... " A giggle. A fidget. "Get the ball, Field. You're just trying to chill my hot streak." "You're on a hot streak?" The mouse took a deep breath, and took to a run. "Yes," she called after him. "I am ... " The mouse reached the fence, the white wire that was strung between little polls in the ground (a fence meant to keep the cows from getting out ... to keep them in the pasture and out of the road and fields). He cleared it, landed on the other side. Raised his arms. Adelaide clapped. Field giggled, and turned around, and decided ... he didn't have the momentum to try that again, so he got on his belly and rolled under the fence (on return trip). Finally arriving back at the court. And tossing her the ball. "Score?" she asked, eyes on his pert rump, and the tail that strung out of his spine ... other species might've had flashier tails, but there was NO tail like a mouse tail. It was perfect for nibbling. Nibbling. Mm ... and twining it around your paw, reeling him in like a ... "Twenty-four to seventeen, right. Game three ... " The curves of her body, her hips ... unmistakable. Her breasts, the outline of her nipples ... that he could see through her tank-top. Her pink, velvety fur ... oh ... The bat was already bolting, and Field lunged, swatting the ball away. "Second time you've done that," she said, retrieving it. "You gonna let me get a shot in?" "You mean, am I gonna LET you win? Should I?" A grin. "I'm a femme. You may be the submissive, wispy half of this mate-ship, darling, but ... you're still male. Gives you an unfair edge in ... this." "So, what, I should spot you points?" "You should let me get a shot off." "I have been ... " She jumped. At the top of the key. Swish! Field's whiskers twitched. He retrieved the ball. "You're trying to distract me." His eyes were on her thighs, And her filmy wings ... delicate, flowery things. But so functional. He liked to lick the webbing of her wings. It felt so different ... on his tongue. Not like fur, but not like flesh, either. "Not that hard to do, mousey. Not that hard ... " She smiled, nodding. She was dressed in shorts, too, and a tank-top shirt. And she stretched her wings. Taking some of the five-thirty sun. But unable ... to get her eyes off those muscles. His arms, his ... chest. Those cute, little nipples. Slender hips. And he was semi-erect. She could see the bulge in his jean shorts ... and she, herself, felt moister between the legs. Anyway, now that it was getting warmer, they could spend more time outside. And being that they lived in the countryside, it ... wasn't hard to persuade them. And this (basketball) was good exercise. And was fun, and ... it was fun to play. Though Field had been playing since he was a little mouse. And he was a Hoosier, so ... but so was she. And she wasn't going to give up on this. Even if he was winning. Field dribbled. Swipe! Miss! Field pulled back, and ... went to the left. As did she, and ... he went tot he right, and she followed, and planted herself in front of him, legs slightly apart. Arms open, waiting for his move. She would follow him ... no matter which direction. She would aim for a steal. Or a foul. They were playing with fouls, though ... it was hard for them to correctly determine what was a foul and what wasn't. Being that neither was impartial. Being that both of them wanted to win. Field, without a word, quick as he could manage, bounced the ball ... right between, right under her legs, and ... spun around her, chasing it. And she, blinking, pursued. But instead of going for the lay-up, the mouse scurried to the left corner of the court. The far left corner, and ... while running, pulled up for the three. A fading shot, and ... ... in! "Yes," he squeaked. Giggling. "That's SO unfair." She chittered. "What? How?" Adelaide went and retrieved the ball, which hadn't stopped bouncing. She continued the bounce-bounce, and ... went to the back of the court. To reset the possession. "No, you just ... you've made that shot four times in THIS game. I mean ... " "It's my favorite place to shoot. You should anticipate me going there." "You're too fast," she accused. Oh, his legs ... oh, those foot-paws ... " ... my mate," she posed to the air, "is made of squeaky-squeaks, whiskers, a mousey-mouse tail, a bit of twitch ... and a whole lot of scurry-scurry." Field smiled brightly. "I'm a mouse. I'm built for speed on the ground." Why couldn't he stop stealing glances at her belly ... "Well, I'm built for speed in the air," she reminded him, "and don't think I can't jump." "Oh, I know you can jump," Field teased. Smiling. Loving their verbal back-and-forth. The playfulness in both their voices. The energy. The huffing for air. The passion to play. The passion for each other (which rang in their voices, and stemmed from a deep, emotional love ... something so pure). The sun, it warmed their fur, and the birds were singing. The mockingbird was on the roof of the house, watching them (with the lightning rod ... and Field had an image of the mockingbird and lightning rod calling color commentary on their game here). Adelaide bounced, bounced the ball. "You got twenty-seven?" "One possession game," Field reminded. Whispering it. "Yeah ... yeah ... " She bounced, bounced the ball, and ... turned her back to him, backing up, up. Backing up to the basket. The mouse's arms open and trying to defend, and when she'd gotten him below the basket, she turned to her left, faked the shot, and leapt. Field's arms and paws tangling with hers. "Oh ... foul," she insisted. "Foul." "Foul?" "Yeah ... give me a break." "Alright, alright ... two shots." She nodded, going to the foul line, and dribbling. In this series, she'd made nine foul shots. Out of twelve taken. He'd only taken eight, but had made them all. She dribbled, bending her knees. And did a little jump. The ball went up, bounced on the back of the rim, and ... went in. Point. Field bounced the ball back to her. "You don't have to jump when you do foul shots," she noted. "You can sink threes without ... really aiming." "I've spent more time playing basketball than every other sport combined." "I know, but ... you're good, is what I'm saying. How come you never played in school?" "I was too shy. I mean, I'm ... " He watched as she shot the ball. And made her second shot. "I played in elementary. My parents wanted me to play ... later on, as I got older, in high school, but I didn't. I mean, I like to compete for fun, you know. Like you and me. Here. Just ... playing. I'm not very aggressive, though ... not enough to play organized ball. Besides, I'm shy, and my ...anxiety," he said, trailing. "I just like to play for fun." "Just saying you're good, is all." The mouse smiled, going for the water bottle again. The honey-tan fur on his chest ... matted a bit. With sweat. "Well ... thanks." "Well, I still think you've got unfair advantages playing an actual GAME with me," Adelaide defended. "I mean, seriously." "Hey, you agreed to it." "I'm not complaining ... " A chuckle. "No?" "No." A toothy grin. "I'm just saying, Field, let's play a game of 'horse,' huh? Or 'around the world,' yeah? THEN we'll see who wins." "You wanna play those, we'll play those ... but you're not getting out of this series. You can't withdraw." A toothy grin. Angular, swept back ears ... picking up the mouse's heartbeat. His slight panting for breath. "Oh, I don't plan to withdraw." His tail, thin and silky, snaked behind him ... as he dribbled round the arc. Back and forth. She stayed a few feet away, prepared to leap. Prepared to pursue. The mouse was biding his time. He didn't need to win the game with this possession, but he wanted to. Wanted to sink that fading three again. But not from the corner this time. From the top. Off the glass. He had a way of being able to bank in his threes. But if he thought about it too much, he couldn't do it. He just had to let go and ... allow his body to go through the motions. Basketball was a game of actions and reactions. Of constant movement. Of precision aim. You couldn't think TOO much about how you were releasing the ball or ... how you were jumping ... or you would get too self-conscious. And would start to miss. Bounce-bounce-bounce ... Adelaide watching. Field swallowed. "Make your move," she dared. Licking her lips ... "I will." Chest heaving. "Don't worry," was his returned whisper. A breathless promise. And he pump-faked his arms. She fell for it. Again. And he squared up and let the ball fly. As it went, as it hit the glass (higher up than he'd anticipated), and it fell to the front of the rim, bouncing off the front inside of the rim and hitting the glass, and ... going through. "Oh! Yes!" The mouse raised his paws to the air. "Ooh ... " Adelaide smiled at his enthusiasm. "Three games to none, darling." "Field, I hope you're not gloating." The mouse wore a wide-eyed look of innocence. So cute! "Gloating?" She giggled and gave him a gentle shove, right up next to him. Whispering, "You're beating a femme at basketball, Field. Really something to brag about." She grinned. "You saying you're a bad player, then? Femmes are worse players than boys? So, my win is ... so, you lost cause you're a femme, and femmes can't play?" She squinted. Ooh, he got her there ... trapped her. "Are you saying that?" "I'm not a bad player," she said. Smiling slightly. Wanting to giggle. "Field, just ... alright ... you win." "No, you can't quit." His eyes glowed. "I'm, uh, not quitting ... just taking a timeout." Her belly was now against his. "Let's use all our timeouts." He bit his lip, squeaking silently. Smiling. "You're ... tempting." "I'm your mate. I would hope so." A giggle. "Well, isn't it ... you know, I read in an article once," Field said, "that ... after climax, the male body loses energy. But the femme ... has more energy." "Where'd you read that?" "The newspaper," he defended. "So, you're saying I'm ... seducing you so I can win the next game?" "I'm saying ... " The mouse trailed. What WAS he saying? "Okay." He tossed the ball away, taking a deep breath. "Okay ... timeout." He nosed her. Breathed of her ... hugged her. "Mm ... " She put her muzzle on his shoulder. Breathing. Closing her eyes. "Pick a tree. We'll ... be in the shade," she said, "for this." The mouse swallowed. "The sycamore." He pointed to the other side of the pasture. Where the creek was. "That's a walk," she remarked. "The sycamore. You told me to pick a tree, and I said," the mouse whispered, "the sycamore." "Wanna make love under a sycamore?" A grin. "Why?" "No reason. Just ... " A giggle. Eyes darting. "This is silly." "Yes," she whispered, paws clutching his chest fur. Pulling him toward her. Head tilted, muzzle putting a kiss on his lips. Soft, sweet. Succulent. Scrumptious! Saliva stringing as the kiss broke. "Yes, it is ... silly." She felt light-headed now. "I'm not gonna make it as far as the sycamore." The mouse swallowed, paws on her sides, running up and down (beneath her tank-top). Over her pink, soft fur. "Neither ... neither am I." They settled for the grass. In the late-day sun. The warmth, the heat ... making them sweat, making them pant all the more. Maybe it was because they'd been running around, bumping into each other, sweating ... for over thirty minutes. Maybe it was because they were in rural confines. But they both felt aflame. Her tank-top peeled off ... bra tugged off ... the bat's body arching as the mouse kissed her belly, up her chest. As he nosed her breasts. He kiss-kissed all over her front. He cupped her breasts. "Shoes," she panted. "Off ... off ... " She kicked her own shoes off, and he did the same, sliding out of his jeans. His shorts and pants got stuck at his ankles. One of her bare, pink-furred legs slid between his, her foot-paw working the clothes completely off the mouse. She huffed. A nipple being suckled. And then the other. Field's body sprawled atop of hers, having her pinned to the grass. She clutched a paw at his tail, tugging it ... tug-tug ... A good eighty percent of the time they yiffed, Adelaide was on top. (Or in whatever position was dominant for their chosen method of yiff.) Field was a natural sub. And she loved being the dominant one ... but, sometimes ... oh, THIS time, it was part of the twenty percent. Field was going to play dominant this time. His confidence still brimming, his body still hyped up from the competition, he was already erect. Already whimpering for her vaginal grip ... pre stringing from his tip to her furry folds. Their hearts were hammering. His mouse-hood poking her labia ... flesh jabbing flesh. "Field, h-honey ... " She gripped his sides. "Slow down ... calm down." She huffed, chuckling, patting his rump. "Over-eager ... huh, boy?" Field's cheeks and ears flushed hot. "Um ... I ... " "I'm only teasing," she whispered gently. Stroking his sides from beneath him. Wrapping her wings round his back. "Just ease in ... ease in ... I'm not going anywhere." Field huffed, swallowed, and nodded. Easing his pink, pointed cock-head through her furry folds, angled to her vagina. Poking into her opening. "Uh ... " She gripped his rump ... with her foot-paws, which raised off the ground. She dug her paws into his upper back. Feeling his shoulder blades. She latched to him with her limbs. She grinned with glee, unable to help it ... feeling her mouse mounting, readying for his ride. She didn't bottom very often ... but when she did, she relished the safety of it. The warmth of it. Which she felt now ... ... as his pink, smooth mouse-hood slid slowly into her feminine sheath. "Oh ... " The sun warmed his bare, arching back. Matting his fur with more sweat, but ... making him feel like he was melting, too. Which he was liable to do ... his shoulders angled and then sagging. His sac between his legs, snugging closer to his body with each passing minute. Balls getting tight. Adelaide closed her eyes ... began licking his neck. Numbing a spot for her bite. She didn't even know she was doing it. It was total instinct. Bats HAD to bite during intercourse ... if they were denied their bite, they would become aggressive ... antsy. But the biting instinct was triggered only by the onset of intercourse. Once bitten, the fangs couldn't be safely removed ... until the biter and the bitten ... had their orgasms. Bats had complicated sexual systems ... which Field LOVED. Her fangs were in his neck at least once a day (except for her bi-monthly heat ... an eight-day stretch every two months ... bats and mice were just compatible enough to successfully breed ... and Field and Adelaide simply couldn't risk it right now ... the one time they'd risked it, Field had worn a condom, which didn't stay on ... but they'd been too far gone to stop; they'd gotten lucky) ... She gripped and kneaded his rump. More, more, pressing her finger right at his soft, fleshy tail-base, where his tail connected to his furry rump. "Oh ... huh," he huffed, working a paw between their heated bodies. "What are you do-do ... ooh ... " She sucked in air, head lolling to the side. He was applying the gentlest of pressures ... to her clitoris. "Uh ... " She flushed. He massaged her nub for a minute, and then withdrew his paw ... putting both paw-pads on the grass. Hump ... hump ... huff. Turning paw-pads over, sliding them underneath her shoulders. He pulled back ... and slid in. Began to find a humping motion. Her wetness and his pushing and pulling ... making a slick, slurping noise where their bodies were joined. The sound of it nearly lost in their huffing. Hump, slurp, slick, sigh, chitter, squeak! Sexual symphony. She bit. Bit deep. White drops of her mating milk clinging to his fur. Stray drops. For most of it was being pumped into his blood. Linking them ... the bite, for both, was pure pleasure. Her eyes watered shut. Her mouth produced more saliva. Her bite always made her heavily drool ... which soaked the mouse's neck-fur. Field's neck muscles SO loosened by this ... he felt a drunk euphoria. "Uh ... uhn," the mouse squeaked, humping slowly (sweetly) in and out of her. Bitten from below, humping from atop. His vision blurred. He, too, had to shut his eyes. "Ohhh ... " Adelaide gurgled, teeth embedded, drooling onto his neck. FEELING it from his perspective. The stiff sensitivity of his mouse-hood. The tightening of balls. The mouse feeling his own nipples harden as he felt, from her perspective, the bat's nipples being swept over by Field's sweaty chest-fur ... with each hump. Their own pleasure. And each other's. Their own thoughts. And each other's. And one shared love. The bat, on her back, legs spread ... clutched at him. Urging him on with her mind. Unable to actually speak (due to her embedded teeth). Penis and pussy continued their tug of war. One drilling, pumping ... the other squeezing, encompassing. Perfect fits. Perfect friction. Perfect pleasure. "Mm ... mm ... " "Uh ... " Field's maleness was absolutely marinated with femme fluid. The scent of which ... found his twitching, sniffing nose. Slip, slide, slip ... The sweaty, bare furs, whimpering, writhing in the grass ... began to tense. Field's squeaks shifted to their pre-orgasm pitch. High pitches. Effeminate moans. "Uhn ... ohn, ohh ... uhn. Uhh ... uh! Uhhhh ... " There, there! Orgasm ... oh, orgasm. Just like that. His movements erratic, he seemed to deflate, panting, squeaking. His mouse-hood twitched and flailed in her body, milked by her muscles. Spurting, sowing seed. Born of such want and love and need. He huffed and lay, in pleasure, shock, on top of her. Unable to move. Cum leaking from their joined spot ... stringing lazily to the grass. "Uh ... " Soft, soft sounds, trailing ... The bat's body shuddered at his orgasm, and she growled from her throat ... as she lost it. Spasms! Shudders! Warm, wet waves ... dripping of her own fluid. Pussy swollen, moist, filled. Spasms ... oh ... " ... ohhh. Oh, uhn," she grunted, clutching to him, smelling of sweat and sun. Field whimpered. Pawing at her body, clutching, stroking. She huffed. Hugged. They were matted in sweat and seed and ... smelling of fur and sex. Heaving, unable to think clearly. A minute passed. She pulled her teeth out of his neck, severing the direct link. Throat dry. Wings tingling. He rolled off of her body, to the grass beside her. His chest heaved. They nuzzled. Side-by-side, they nuzzled. "I think I'm ... all tuckered out," she whispered eventually, breathing deeply (with contentment). "Mm ... delay of game," he whispered. "Permanent," he breathed, "delay of game." A giggle. Field scritched her hips. Staring at her (eyes now open). "Oh ... you're lovely. Darling ... look how the sun lights your fur. You're ... beautiful," he breathed, swallowing. Trying to slow his heart. "So are you," she breathed in reply. "My handsome country mouse." A warm smile. Breathing. The both of them. Waiting for their shot clocks to reset ... so they could have another go at each other.
Roo and Mutt by Lynx-Hunter	Note : this story takes place in the rain forest/sugar cain farms/banana farms area of north Australia Joe stood up tall from his hard work, stretching his paws high over his head till his back cracked, as sweat made dirt rivers down his arid red fur. The red kangaroo looked around seeing	[ "Canine", "Feline", "Interbreeding", "Kangaroo", "M/F", "Vagina", "breed", "cross" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249220-roo-and-mutt	Note : this story takes place in the rain forest/sugar cain farms/banana farms area of north Australia Joe stood up tall from his hard work, stretching his paws high over his head till his back cracked, as sweat made dirt rivers down his arid red fur. The red kangaroo looked around seeing himself alone he fanned his face with his hat and half walked, half hopped back to his beaten truck and pulled away as the sun started to kiss the horizon. He nodded to the bar tender as he hopped into the pub, removing his hat, his broad chest covered by a sleev- less shirt, sleeves were too hot in this weather, even at night. His kaki pant shuffled as he sat down at the bar, nodding to a few of his mates, everyone knows everyone in a small town. "Damn Joe" the collie wiping a glass for him said "what's got you down, mate?" Joe smiled his whiskers twitching "just work ya know?" the collie barked with a short laugh and handed him his beer "I hear that" Collie's brown eyes flicked up to the door as he watched four cain toad walk in. he didn't like serving these guys, rude and mean, and that was when they were sober, and a taste and a full pocket for getting drunk and causing a mess. They croaked eyeing the kangaroo; Joe nodded sharply to them but turned away. An old grey rabbit nearby shifted nervously on his chair. The black and white collie cleared his throat watching the toads sit at a table and kept talking to his friend "I hear your gramps uncle Ernie, the elder is showin' a few collage kids around the forest parts, to learn about the ecosystem or somethin'" Joe raised an eye brow at his friend "how's that goin'?" he shrugged "dang if I know mate" he brushed his white and black fur back and picked up the four beers the toad-men ordered and left Joe sitting by himself, he sniffed and shifted on his seat taking a sip of his beer, his strawberry blonde head fur flicked a bit of dirt on to the bar, his long ears flicked as he heard the door open and a few girl's and guy's voice he didn't recognize, 'must be them rich kids' he thought and snorted, some were always coming here, to learn about the forest, or the birds, or the banana farms, or to tell the cain farmers, like him, that their doing it wrong. He let out a heavy sigh and took another sip, a toad croaked approvingly at the new comers, making a few lude comments, the roo snickered hearing the reply of a girl and heard them sit down, the collie was back at the bar and wiped it down, the small pub was filled with idle chit chat, Joe munched on some seeds idly, Collie looked up his tongue lolled out as he eyed one of the new group, Joe poked him gently snickering at him, the collie blushed and move paw to paw, "what? I like poodles" he said embarrassed, Joe shrugged, Collie frowned "well I aint ever seen you look at a girl you like" Collie pointed out to him, Joe grunted and shrugged "there's no shelias that are worth my time" the dog snorted "that aint right mate, even if you look at men that's fine, but all ya care about is your work mate, it aint healthy" the roo shrugged, "don't see the point in shelias long term mate, pretty sure, very fun but still..." he shook his head and shrugged Collie rolled his eyes at him, "one day soon, a girl is going to walk past ya, and you won't know what hit ya" the dog shock his paw at him "oh so like you then?" Joe snapped back at him, Collie's ears drooped "that was below the belt, mate" he turned and left the dirty kangaroo by himself, as the small bar would let him, a cute little white poodle walked up and lent on the bar "hi sweetness, been waiting ages for some service over there love you going to or what?" the collie blinked at her, confused, Joe heard another pair of feet walk up "Christ Bree, it's a pub not a restraunt" the girls voice was sweet but Joe didn't care only listening out of boredom, staring down into his drink, Bree rolled her eyes, her earrings making annoying jiggerling noises "just go sit down, I'll do it" the second girl said to the poodle, who barked "whatever Sarah" and walked off, "thank god for that" the other girl said and smiled at Collie "sorry she's more of a bitch than she looks, I've had to spend 2 weeks with her and the rest of those city slickers" the girl laughed, Joe's ears flicked, her accent was funny, it wasn't like the other girls, but it wasn't local ether, "should of seen her freak out when we walked through mud! She got so dirty!" Collie laughed too "well what I can get you then?" he said, point his head to the groups direction "To keep them quite at least" she leant against the bar "ah they'll be fine for a few, kinda sick of them" Joe could hear the smile in her voice "but I guess a round of drinks would be good, just beer, I'll tell them it's light" she snickered "sure thing" Collie laughed and started pouring the drinks in front of Joe. "so I take it you're not from the city like them?" the dog made idle chit chat as he poured "ah yeah, they don't like me very much, too much dirt under the nails, I come from gold country, but the family is in sheep" she shrugged "they don't like me cause I'm a mongrel and I know more about this stuff then them" Joe blinked hearing her words, none of the shelias around here farmed, mostly nurses or wives, never out in the paddocks, he looked up at Collie and the dog grinned at him, Joe looked confused and stole a glance at her, his jaw nearly fell into his drink. She was more gorgeous than he could of guessed, he couldn't put a finger on her breeding though, her body and paws said she was a kelpie, but her tail, ears and face said she was somewhat feline. Her dark green shirt hugged her body gently, her white bra straps visible across her shoulders, her cream pants were a little too low cut for the top but perfect for her fluffy tail swishing behind her, her fluffy fur a mix of blacks and browns, but where visible on her stomach and throat (and he couldn't help but wonder where else) was the cleanest white, her long flowing head fur was pure black and fell in a curly mess down her back and over her face in a fridge, her bright green eyes wondered over the walls as she talked, a small thin silver necklace shimmered across her fur and hide just under the neck of her top. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, as he eyed her shapely body, her pants showing off her nice rump but hid anything lower, she smiled at him and he quickly turned, Collie laughed quietly, and handed her a few drinks and helped her take the rest to her table, Joe stared dumb-struck ahead of him, his long ears twitching at the slightest sound of her table as they chatted but she was quite, only making a well placed comment here and there that made people laugh, when Collie came back he shook his head at Joe and waved his paws in front of his eyes "well.... I didn't mean it that soon but hey that's timing aint it?" he laughed, Joe shock his head to clear his thoughts "huh?" he asked "whatever I'm going to need a refill" he pressed his glass to the Collie "sure, sure" the dog snickered again. Though out the night Joe kept stealing glances her way, hoping to see her, but she was hid in amount of the other city furs, few times when he saw her and picked her out, she looked totally bored, having heard the argument of who is hotter than who a few times, he rarely heard her name uttered unless to pass the nuts. A few more towns people wondered in, rabbits, toads, dogs, birds, mostly all men. Collie was soon running everywhere on his feet and the room got hot and stuffy, the toads got louder and louder everyone heard a few sexual jokes about the city slickers, Joe growled lowly when he heard one or two jokes about 'the mongrel girl' and gripped his glass tightly but didn't do anything, Collie watched at him carefully, he went to say something when the large city group started getting up and walking out the door, mostly in pairs of boyfriends and girl friends or friends leaving Sarah, she padded quietly up to the bar "sorry it's getting late for them" she smiled and paid for their drinks, Joe only watched her out of the corner of his eye, finishing the last of his beer as he could of sworn she made a small smile and looked him over as she turned to leave. He sighed putting his glass down and looked around, he and Collie were the last ones there, Collie lent on the bar top looking at the door where she just left "I don't think her friends will wait for her" he said, Joe looked from him to the door and grunted, "you need to shove off too mate" Collie said with a smile, Joe nodded and headed to the door "add it to my tab" he mutter before walking out to the cool night air, he hadn't planned on staying so late but he had so he was cold now. His ears flicked hearing some voices ahead, still too far to actually hear what was said but they were mostly males, one female, they were arguing. normally he'd just keep walking but something was wrong, the voices were to adulated and she didn't sound happy, he looked around quickly, then hopped as fast as he could, self conscious if anyone saw him, to the voices, he nearly tripped as he recognized the toads from the pub and Sarah. He skidded as he turned a corner, she was calling out, trying to get away from the group of men, it was still too dark to see clearly but he knew where they were, they were drunk "come on love! surly you like me!" the toads words were slurred but his movement aggressive, he grabbed her arm "I said no, so let me go!" it would of been fine if she kept her voice assertive but panic was seeping in to her voice "let me go!" she kicked out at one but another grabbed her leg, holding her there "Now come on don't be like that" he said, his wart covered lips kissed up her arm, she gagged and tried to pull away but his hold was too strong. "Let her go" Joe snarled rising up high as he could on his feet, using his strong tail for balance, they turned sluggishly and looked at him in contempt "This aint none of yours business roo-ie, fack off" the toad who was trying to kiss her said, she wriggled in their arms "help me! Please!" her voice was high pitched in panic. He snarled as he stomped forward "let her go" he boomed at them, the smallest one of the four took off running, the one not holding her walked in front of the group "no." he folded his arms across his chest and half croaked half laughed, Joe growled rearing back lifting his legs off the ground supported by his tail and kicked him hard enough sending him flying onto the empty road, normally it would of tore up the toad's belly leaking his guts but Joes feet claws were kept short for safety and by day to day walking, the other two looked for each other to Joe, the one holding her leg let go and shoved her on to the brick wall where she slumped to the ground, the other soon followed Joe went to hop after him but he let a frightened spurt of poison out from his back landing on the red kangaroo. Adrenalin and alcohol was pumping though his veins rapidly, he carefully walked over to the girl leaning down carful "hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" he asked a bit unsteady on his feet, she mumbled a response, shaking her head "its o- ok" he swayed, "you might have a concussion" he said resting his hand on her forehead kinda lost in how soft her fur was, dots danced in front of his eyes, he shook his head, and scooped her up into his arms hopped clumsily to the bar. Collie barked seeing him, Joe carefully laid her on to the table as Collie called an ambulance, Joe's large form teetered to the side, the adrenalin fading off, and he fell heavily. Joe blinked softly, his eyes adjusting to the light seeing his roof he sighed and shifted slightly, pain shot though his sides and he groaned. What happened? every muscle sore. He thought about what he could remember. Was he dead? Was he asleep? Did he dream it all? He blinked softly. His long ears flicked as he realized someone was in his kitchen, he tried to get up but his muscles protested heavily, he sighed and laid back "hello? is someone there?" he called out, his throat hurt, and his voice sounded horse and the harsh sound made him wince, the movement stopped, he sighed, but his ears pricked as he heard footsteps coming down the hall, the was a knock on the door "can I come in?" a feminine voice asked he didn't want to speak but he had to "sure" his voice cracked. The door opened slowly, Sarah's face poked in, she smiled softly at him "hey there trooper" she nudged the door open further with a bump from her backside, juggling a tray of food in her arm. She walked in quietly, watching what she was doing carefully as Joe just blinked, watching her stunned, how could this be happening? she sat at the edge of his bed, her fluffy tail sitting over his legs, only the sheets separating them, "Can you sit up?" she asked her green eyes softly gazing at him. He nodded wriggling up, trying not to show on his face how badly it hurt. She smiled and placed the tray of food on his lap "I uh didn't know what you liked" she blushed softly, there was bacon, eggs, pancakes, cereal, bake beans, toast, it was a whole buffet. He cleared his throat "wh-what happened?" he looked up though his long lashes, his brown eyes studying her closely. Now she cleared her throat "can you at least eat while I talk?" she asked. He nodded and started on his food, rarely looking away from her though. she thought for a moment "well when I was walking back to my group I got jump by those guys" she gently brushing out the fur on her tail "then you came, but I ended up with a skull injury still, only minimal" she smiled looking up at him "but poor you, the poison got on your fur, and your body had a nasty reaction to it" she gently moved the sheet back to show where he remembered the goo had fallen, the fur on his leg was oddly short and his leg twitched under it spastically but calmed as she gently laid her paw on it, he could see her paw, feel how hot it was but only around the area, not on the area itself "I had to stay cause the hospitable didn't want me flying with my head injury, and no one was going to be here taking care of you when you got out, so I volunteered, it's the least I could do for the man that saved me" she smiled but Joe blushed his eyes flicking down to where her paw was on his thigh his eye brows pressed together "will I am able to walk soon? I got work to do" She laughed at him, making him blush with embracement. "Calm down Skip, your neighbors heard about what happened, everyone is helping out with your farm" she smiled "and the guys are doing their time don't you worry" she leant over and brushed his head fur out of his eyes, causing her eyes to fall into his as she smiled, she blushed softly and picked up his empty tray "well I'll be here if you still want me to, but for now you need to rest" she flicked the sheet back over his leg as walked out "if you need anything just call for me" she was about to close the door behind her "oh I'm Sarah by the way" she smiled, "I know" he said dozily, the look on her face was amusement and shock "I'm Joe" she giggled "I know" she said and closed the door. Joe woke in the middle of the night, he lay awake, trying to hear what he thought woke him, and he could hear nothing out of the ordinary. He grunted softly and gently moved himself out of his bed, gently lumbering down the hall way favoring his unhurt leg, till he reached the end of the hall way, the lounge room, kitchen, dining and front door all met, he looked around in the dark, he signed, lumbering to drink of water, he gulped it down and turned to leave but noticing the outline of the couch rise and fall steadily, he realized it was Sarah, he hadn't thought about where she was sleeping, he didn't have a spare room. he looked down the hall to his beckoning room, but he silently limped over to her, her tail poked out the bottom of the sheet, her bare back to him, she shivered gently in her sleep, he pulled her blanket up over her shoulder, he saw a cut in her scalp, hidden mostly by her hair but it was there, he squatted and leaned close peering at it, it was relatively new, like his leg, his paw gently traced the scar tissue, hitting a tender bit she grumbled in her sleep and pulled away, he stood up gently and went back to his cooling bed, laying down, but he couldn't sleep, thinking of her black shape breathing gently, outlined in the dull light. As the time grew on Sarah and Joe grew closer as Joe grew stronger, he started showing her around the area and his property, on night when Sarah was sick of cooking she convinced him to come out. "Sarah I'm telling you there's no decent places to eat 'round here!" he said, but she was stubborn "oh come on Joe, let's just go out to the pub! please!" she looked up with him with big eyes and a little whimper, "that's cheating" he pointed to her puppy dog face, but it only made her green eyes bigger, her ears lower, and her lip tremble. He sighed place his paw over his eyes "ok ok ok! You win!" he laughed, she giggled and hugged him, almost dragging him out the door. She was always bouncy and happy and it was starting to rub off on him, the whole town was starting to visit him, all of his friends, some brought their families, wives bringing him food before meeting Sarah with raised eyebrows, she was even good at entertaining the little kids, playing hide and seek and chase-y outside while the adults talked, but Joe's brown eyes couldn't help but slide to her and smile watching her tickle one of the bunny girls mercilessly. He always felt a twinge of guilt when he was able to see the back of her head, even though all her long lovely hair he could see her scare bright as day, but she hid it well and never even told him, he couldn't help thinking if he hadn't seen it, would he know about it? Probably, he thought. He smiled limping slightly as they walked though Collie's pub, it was early, no one off work to drink yet, Collie looked up at them surprised, "oh, wow, hey guys, long time" he smiled but his eyes looked sad as they wondered down to Joe's leg " yeah I can finally start walking distances now", Joe smiled and shook his paw "tomorrow back to the salt-mines" he said proudly , Sarah shook her head at him "do you know he's been saying that since he could get out of the bed?!" she laughed and face pawed, mock horror plastered Collie's face "no! Really!? Would never of guessed eh Joe?" the red kangaroo rolled his eyes at them both but laughed "I'll just be right back" Sarah smiled and left the boys her jeans shuffling as she walked to the bathroom, Collie laughed at Joe's face looking after her " well she's sure as hell good for you Joe mate" Collie smiled at his friend patting him on the shoulder, Joe blushed and shrugged "so when's the wedding?" Collie teased. "Wait, what?!" Joe jerked looking at him, Collie barked laughing hard "calm down buddy" he snickered "Unless there's something you need to tell me, I was just joking". Joe laughed uneasily, Collie's face went blank "shit mate you aint got her pregnant have you?" Joe's jaw dropped, "Collie, mate, I just started fricken walkin' how the eff am I meant to..." his paws waved uneasily trying to say the word with actions. Collie's jaw dropped "are you serious?" he blinked, Joe growled, Collie put his paws up in defence"Hey I'm not saying she's not a lady, I just sayin'" he looked around the walls hoping they'd say the words for him, his paw waved in the air absently "uh well, she's just so... with you" he shrugged. Joe rolled his eyes and sat down "you're crazy, mate" Joe shook his head at his friend as Sarah walked back in and both men's head turned to her. She smiled "My ears are burning" she winked at Joe causing him blushed deeply, Collie went to give Joe a beer "no thanks mate, it's not good with my meds" Collie blinked and raised his eye brow but shrugged and handed it to Sarah, who lapped at it, her tongue long and flat like a dogs, Joe averted his eyes and pick up the food they had ordered before she left and went to a booth just as the first lot of people started to traili in. She sat down beside him and he laid her stake in front of her, stealing a chip, she barked and stole one of his lettuce leaves and looked at it "I think you got the better part of the deal" she giggled and put it back, but he ate her chip, she kept lapping at the tall glass of beer, soon it had dropped to below half "whoa slow down Sar - that's a big pint" Joe said moving it slowly away from her, she let him, but kept drinking. Soon it was dark and Joe got up to leave, Sarah slide out of the booth to, stumbling slightly, Joe caught her gently and shot Collie a dirty look before half walking her half carrying her home. They walked along the dark deserted streets, the air crisp and cool, Sarah breathed in deep and sighed stumbling as she walked, not from drunkenness but staring up at the sky, she lent against his shoulder, holding his paw for support, not looking away. "Joe" she whispered to him, he grunted, ears flicking "yeah?" she smiled and giggled gently, "you know there are no stars where I'm from? the city, it's so bright, it drowns out them all" he nodded and kept walking making sure she didn't fall as she stared, "at home, home there are some, but the city is a monster" she whispered to him, her free arm moving widely as she spoke "its stomping and making its drowning way out to my home" she sigh and lost her balance, he caught her just before she hit the ground, her tail dirty, she giggled manically, he rested her down like a child, worrying over her, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she giggled, enjoying how soft her fur and hair was before shaking his head and returning to what was happening. She giggled looked up at him and he smiled, she purred and nuzzled into his paw, Joe blinked surprised never hearing her purr before. She ruffed softly "can I get up now?" she giggled. he sighed and gently helped her up, but she nearly fell again and he quickly caught her, she nuzzled into his arm, her tail swishing which wasn't helping her balance, "I need to get you home but you can't walk..." he wondered looking at her giggling body "how about a piggy back?" he asked she looked up at him "don'tchya have a pouch?" she slurred, he roared with laughter, she frowned at him "what did I say?" she was genuinely confused, she snickered and smiled "pouches are for the girl kangaroos, I'm a boy" he laughed again seeing her turn a bright shade of pink, "come on hop on" he smiled leaning down so she could get on his back, after stepping on his tail and finally holding tight he smiled at her "if you puke on me that won't be good for you, but I think you'll enjoy this anyway" he grinned and held her legs to him and bounded hop after hop down the road, she giggled and shut her eyes tight against the wind, her hair streaming out behind her, as he bounded effortlessly down the path under that star studded sky, his powerful legs working up and down, his muscles rippling, soon he slowed and stopped and let her down gently and helped her up the steps to his house "was that fun Sarah?" Joe smiled widely, she clapped and nodded "holy cow! that was so fun!" she giggled and hugged him unsteadily, "we have to do that more often" she smiled, and he chuckled but was secretly loving every touch and glad she loved how he hopped, he looked at the couch that had been her bed but it didn't seem like a good idea, "come on your stay with me tonight" he smiled leading her down to his room, scooping her up and snuggling her under his sheets, she ruffed and purred, her big green eyes glittering in the darkness "thank you" she smiled, he kissed her forehead and watched her eyes close slowly, he looked up at the open door about to leave down the hall way when he heard her faint voice "Joe... don't go, don't leave me here alone". he blinked his ears twitching, he lumbered back to the bed and laid on top of the sheets facing her face, eyes still closed, but she smiled and snuggled up to him, he could see her tail wag under the sheets and feel the top of her head pressed to his chest, he sighed contently and patted her head, humming a lullaby he knew, she purred, her body vibrating against him as they both drifted off. Sarah blinked looking into the darkness before her, she fumbled for her watch on her wrist and her eyes hurt as it lit up 4:25am, she hear a groan and a shift under her ear and she bent her head to look, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness again, she gaped as she saw she was in bed with Joe, she quickly checked her pants and underwear, and sighed thankfully, they were still where she had them, something moved in the darkness, one of Joe's paws came over and pulled the blank over her more, she purred, and noticed he was shivering on top of it, she gently sat up and pulled up the blanket at their feet over him and nuzzled into his chest, listening to the beat of his strong, slow heart, and the evenness of his breaths, "Sarah?" his voice was soft but loud in the small space and silence, "yeah?" she whispered back looking up at him, "are you awake?" he said, she smiled watching his whiskers twitch "yeah I am, are you?" she felt him stroke her arm and he chuckled softly "yes" he smiled, leaning down and kissing the top of her head between her ears, she murred at her weak spot pawing gently at his chest, she wriggled up so she could lay eye to eye with the kangaroo, watching his dark eyes flick in the non-light, she leant forward softly, kissing the tip of his nose, he made a strange sound and she giggled, it sounded a cross of a moan and a gasp. she flattened her pillow and closed her eyes, but opened them feeling him kiss her nose back, she giggled and smiled wriggling close, which he copied, closer still, then they were touching again, she kissed the side of his muzzle, and he kissed her back in the same place, she nuzzled over his jaw, he copied, this went on and on, what she did, he did, soft strokes, gentle kisses, nuzzling, even when she laughed softly, he did too. she stared at him, gently touching his side, her heart was in her throat as she thought of something, she could taste her pulse, "Joe..." she whispered, "hmm?" he answered half asleep, she kissed his nose and whispered to him rapidly "I love you" she quickly snuggled her head into the nock of his shoulder, she felt his breath catch and she held her own worried she did the wrong thing, but she felt his paws on her chin, drawing her out, her heart pounded and she felt him kiss her lips, a bit timidly, but soon got more powerful as she kissed him back, his paws gripped the side of her arms holding her tightly to him, she broke the kiss, panting and smiling ear to ear, he held her closely to him, stroking her soft ears, his head light. He felt her kiss his chest and he smiled. "Sarah?" he asked, "hmm?" she purred half asleep and blissful in his arms, it made his fur stand on end, "marry me?" he whispered but her canine hearing picked it up easily, he felt her stop breathing for a moment, he was starting to panic trying to think of ways to try and back track, when her heard her whisper something, he couldn't understand. "What?" he asked, she griped his fur tightly in her paws and kissed his throat "I said yes" she barked at him too loudly, grinning. she eked playfully as he whooped joyfully and hugged her tightly, kissing her deeply, she giggled and pushing him back after a bit "carful big boy, need to breath if you want me to marry you" she giggled and kissed him, his heart was pounding he could feeling her pulse in her throat doing the same as he ran his paw over her neck as she giggled and murred, stroking over the back of his head and neck, running her paws though his long hear fur and short strawberry blonde body fur. They broke their kiss panting, holding each other tightly, nuzzling and murring to each other. they lay there together in the darkness, wide awake in each other's arms, enjoying the closeness they both been begging for, for so long, the watch the shadows fade and form as the world outside theirs warmed and lit. Sarah purred closing her eye and slowly drifting off. He watched her, hoping he'd never need to wake from this surreal dream and just hold her forever, he chuckled feeling her tail wag against his legs, he snuggled close to her as he could, sighing contently. Sarah shifted in her sleep, frowning as something poked her, she opened her eyes, still in the kangaroo's embrace, she looked back at him as his long ear flicked and his leg kicked gently in his sleep, she turned back, looking at the time, it was midday, but she didn't care, she shifted again, feeling something boney poke her in her back again, she went a deep shade of red as she realized what it was, she had to admit, she kind of didn't mind it, she never noticed him having morning wood before, she murred and slipped off her pants and underwear as still as she could, soon naked from the waist down, she guided one of his paws down her body, it went eagerly, playing with her fur in his sleep, she murred and started him over her thighs, he gasped softly but still asleep, she gently rolled so she was facing him, soon putting his paw on her inner thigh, her breath caught as he went straight to her sex, she shivered and his eyes blinked, trying to realize what was happening, she gasped as his paw stopped working and he turned pink as she smiled and he went to take his paw away, but she held his arm "please..." she whispered as she looked up at him. He was shocked but he didn't take his paw away, slowly starting moving it gently in and out of her, she murred, resting her forehead on his as her slick sounds and their breathing was the only sounds in the room. He gulped loudly, pausing his working paw as he lent and kissed her softly, she kissed him back eagerly, her tail wagging under the sheets as he gently rolled her to the side, kissing and licking along her neck softly before she pulled his muzzle to hers. "Joe..." she whispered "yeah?" he gazed down at her, drunk on her beauty. "I..." she panted her body growing warm with need, "...I need you Joe... " she tugged at his shirt, gently tugging it off, she murred in awe of his broad shoulders and chest and soft coat. He smiled down at her, slipping her shirt off and kissing her deeply once more, his paws wondering down to her white breasts, her pink flesh visible tough it as he teased and rubbed them, running his paw down her belly and up again, feeling her warm body under him, beckon him to her, she mewed softly as he found one of her belly nipping hidden in her fur, he smiled down at her as he kisses of her chests and breasts, licking teasingly at her as he felt his member throb for her more. Her paws gently scratched his belly fur, as he kissed and teased, then she side his pants off as they grew more eager and excited for one and another. "Sarah I... I love you so much" he moaned to her, before she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, "I need you, I need you so badly Joe" she whispered to him, rubbing her body against his softly. He gulped and slid off his pants tossing them aside and tossing the blankets back. She mewed softly, finally getting a good look at his fully naked form. Well toned from years of work, built up subtly, his thick coat golden and his eyes shining, her tongue lolled out noticing... how unique he was, with his beans above his sausage like all male kangaroos, causing her to blush deeply, eyeing his pink, thick, long curved member calling her. He shifted nervously "I uh, have to admit your sought of my first, so I don't really have any thing... to compare myself to..." he scratched the back of his head nervously "your... wow huge actually" she murred, taking her eyes off him to look into his eyes, "I'm just not well versed in kangaroo" she giggled. He gave a faint smile leaning over her and kissing her softly as she gently spread her legs either side of his as he pressed himself closer to hers, their heart rate jumping, their musk growing stronger to the other's nose, Joe paused, inches from her entrance, waiting. "Joe... I want you, I want you so badly" she whispered to him "I want to be yours and only yours and I want you to mate me..." she looked up at him, his face burned but he grunted and nodded, easing himself forward and her lips apart slowly, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he gently started stretching her, he stopped at her groan "you ok?" he whispered, brushing the hair out of her eyes, she smiled and nodded, watching her carfully as he pressed deeper still till he was hilted in her with a perfect fit, she moaned, her body throbbing around his member as it struggled to adjust to the sudden size, he whimpered softly above her before drawing him self back and thrusting himself forward in her making her breasts bounce gently, she murred loudly as he began to move faster and with more confidance each time, thrusting harder and harder into her. She yowled and arched her back to him, pressing their bodies together as her sex clamped down around him, he grunted and shivered feeling her cum on his member. He pressed all the deeper with a grunt and moaned, holding her tightly as he came into her. They panted, holding each other tightly in the coolness of the room, sweat though out their furs. This was written by Lynx Hunter [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lynx.hunter/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lynx.hunter/) All writing and characters belong to Lynx. Do not use or reproduce without the author's permission!
romance lessons by dbj_rab	another old straight story - Romance and Lessons Commission by DBJ The birds sing with the rising sun, as a lone raccoon climbs up the steps up to a very posh and Victorian style homestead. His tail swishes as he knocks on the door, and waits expectedly as he glances around slightly and admires	[ "Horse", "M/F", "Straight" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464058-romance-lessons	Romance and Lessons Commission by DBJ The birds sing with the rising sun, as a lone raccoon climbs up the steps up to a very posh and Victorian style homestead. His tail swishes as he knocks on the door, and waits expectedly as he glances around slightly and admires the small garden to the side of the porch, as well as the ornate 'Summers home' sign hanging above the steps. The wait isn't that long, as the raccoon hears steps towards the door, and it opens to reveal a very stunningly beautiful daft horse femme. She smiled and suddenly hugged the raccoon tightly against her breasts. 'Cyranno, so glad you could make it' she says and grins at him, before they kiss quickly. Cyranno grins and nods, as he steps back slightly, and the horse turns away from her boyfriend slightly to shout " hey mom, going out", and moves out as her mother says "Ok, Gloria. Take care now". "So my lovely model of a horse, where do you want to go this morning?" Cyranno asks, as they walk towards his car. "Hmmm how about IHOP?" she says and smiles, as they climb in the car and soon speed off towards the nearest IHOP restaurant. Soon they are sitting and eating their breakfast order, and chatting idly about little things when their super senses hear slight cries of help, from someone being mugged. They quickly go into the restroom, and change into their superhero outfits and are soon rushing off towards the nearest crime activity. Cyranno, now the Masked Musketeer and his girlfriend, who is now Lady Liberty see an old woman being mugged by a gangster type fiend. They quickly ran off after him, and easily catch him. After they put him off to the nearest police station, telling the officers what happened, the check on the old lady and return her purse. She smiles happily and says thanks, as the purse contained her months rent that was due that day. Things are going smoothly with the very easily dispatched normal street thugs, when they happen to glance up and see an arch foe, tyring yet again to bring about destruction and chaos to their fair city. Masked Musketeer grins and asks, if the Lady Liberty would like to handle this one. She gins and says "sure why not?". The daft horse heroine is soon speeding off towards the robot that Black Hood, Lady liberty's old enemy is at it again. She grins and knows the dance with him very well. "Well looky here, if it isn't my old 'firend' Black Hood' " she shouts and flys in front of him. The goat villain grunts slightly, as he sees her. Black Hood just looks at her, and does'nt say a word. He then quickly charges after her and tries to crush her, with the robot hands. She just smiles and flies out of reach easily, idly amused as she watches the goat inside the huge robot, adjusting and pushing all sorts of control buttons, making the robot doing his bidding. He growls slightly in frustation and then fires a sudden diamond laced netting at her. Lady liberty blinks in surprise and thinking it's a normal net, flies towards it to rip through it, when she suddenly feels slight restraint. The masked musketeer, meanwhile glances up, and sees his beloved caught in the shimmering net. The lyth raccoon suddenly jumps up and climbs up the robot's leg. He pants and calls out, "don't worry hon. I'm on my way to get you out". The daft horse smiles down slightly at him, and keeps trying to break the diamond net, which is hard to do even for superheroes, as it's the hardest element around. Dark Hood glances at the monitor and sees the raccoon climbing up his leg. He laughs as pulls in Lady liberty closer to him, and towards the opening that will hold her. He pushes a button and the raccoon is caught by slight surprise, as a hidden arm pops out of the robot's thigh and tries to grab him. He easily dodges the grasp and climbs faster up towards the control booth of the robot, where the evil goat is grinning stupidly, thinking he'll have won at long last. Lady liberty meanwhile just accepts that she can't fight free of the net, and simply waits for her raccoon to free her, knowing he'll do so with ease. The Masked Musketeer finally reached the arm holding the net, and moves fast towards her. He grins as he pries open the robot's hand and opens the net, freeing his love. She grins and kisses him quickly on the cheek. They both glance towards the goat, who is now swearing and fuming, tyring to figure out how to get out of the mess he's in. He keeps trying to push more buttons, but can't find the one with mass weapon of destruction. Lady Liberty and Masked Musketeer both fly down and wrap the net around the robot's legs, and topples it over. Black Hood swears even more as the robot tips over, and the dome he's in smashes and sends flying glass all over, several pieces cutting him. He does try a quick attempt to run away, but the duo catch him easily enough and dispatch him off towards the jail, keeping him in the diamond netting. "heh, I always fighting him. He's so easy to capture, and makes a good warm up for others" Lady Liberty chuckles. The raccoon chuckles as well, and nods. Soon night is wearing down, and all rest of the evening's been peaceful and hardly anything that really required their attention. But suddenly, they hear a loud booming sound. They glance around, tyring to pinpoint where the sound is coming from. "Hey I recognize that sound. It sounds like sledgehammer," Lady Liberty says. The Masked Musketeer agrees and soon the see the evil stegatorious (dino) and he's holding someone hostage. As they fly closer, the duo see that it's his ex-girlfriend, and he's about to smash her head in. They gasp and suddenly rush towards the scene. The dino glances up, and and urks slightly as he sees them rushing towards him. He tries to act out his vengence faster, but they quickly grab his heavy, bulging arms and put them around his back. He struggles with all his might, but his strength, while very strong among normal standards, is no match for the superheroes. "Damn you bastards," he swears as they fly him off towards the special jail for super villains. "now, now that's no way to treat a lady" the Masked Musketeer says. Lady Liberty makes sure the dino girl is all right, and then catches up with her bou. As they head back home, they kiss each other and tell how much they love each other. Storm clouds approaching and raining fast. Rather than walking back towards her house, she suggests they go back to hear mom's place, as it's closer and would keep them relatively dryer. Cyrano agrees, and nuzzles her as they approach Gloria's mom's house. She silently opens the door, and they then tip toe up to her room, that her mom lets her sleep in at times when she's in need of it. They slow pet and kiss each other,as they climb up the stairs towards her room. Gloria shivers, as she gets goose bumps from all the heavy petting, and cryano grins as he feels himself hardening slowly at the thought of seeing his beloved naked and then making love to each other for first time. They both stop kissing and petting each other, as Gloria goes over and closes the blinds and door to her room, while cyrano turns on some music. The stereo blasts China love by Janet Jackson plays in the background, as they slowly turn to each and grin blush. Cyrano pants slightly as he slowly strips for his girlfriend, while she moans and rubs against herself stripping for him at the same time. The raccoon moans as his cock pops out of his sheath and he admires her naked equine body. "oh gods you're so hot looking my luv" he murmurs as he moves closer towards her. The horse smiles and blushes slightly. "you're not so bad yourself either , my hunk of a raccoon" she grins coyly. The two moan as the press against each other , gasping as they feel their nakedness pressing harder against each other. "oh gods this feels so good," she pants as her paws rub up n down all over his body. "mmnn baby, yeah that's it. Feels so good" he pants as he rubs his own paws up n down her back and tight ass. "oh luv.. feels so good to be with you" the equine pants and shudders in pleasure, her nipples hardening and her pussy preing heavily. He pants and moans as he slowly rubs along her ass cruve, and softly wriggles his fingers against her pussy, making her gasp and squirm even more in lust. "ooohh god ooohhh gods yyyessss" she gasps and falls onto the bed. Cyrano pants and shudders himself slightly, as his own cock pres even more and moves down to suckle on her nipples softly, while kneading her huge breasts, and rubbing her twat even more in circles, stimulating her even more. "hmmmm baby, feels and tastes so good" he pants softly. She writhes and gasps as her body goes into overdrive with lust and sexual need. Shuddering and panting, her pawing sessions never felt like anything she's feeling now. Cyrano moans and pants as he kisses her and softly pushes his finger into her tight pussy. She gasps and arcs her back slightly.. grunting and crying slightly at the pain of being penetrated, despite having done so many times herself with her own paw and dildo. "Are you ready for more my love? " the raccoon asks, as he keeps pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy. She writhes even more as she pres all over and climaxes suddenly, panting loudly "oh gods luv yes s yyeesss" she shudders, "fuck me". The raccoon moans and grins. He slowly removes his fingers from her twat, and rubs his preing cock against her opening. She squirms and cries out as her senses go into overload. "oohh gods luv yess yeess do it.. fill me up" she moans and he grunts as slowly pushes deeper into her pussy. He gasps and shudders at her tight warmth, and grunts preing heavily as his cock slides fully into her tight pussy. She pants and cries out in pleasure, as her raccoon fills her up with his hung length. He gasps and holds her tightly, moaning as slowly pushes himself in and out of her pussy. "oohh gods luv I love you so much" he pants as he gets closer to cumming into her pussy, girnding his hips against hers. She pants and neighs slightly, as her pussy tightens harder around his length. " oohh gods my raccoony, yess yesss spurt your spunk in me" she gasps and moves with his thrusts, getting closer to cumming along with him as well. Cyrano gasps and spasms, not able to hold it in any longer and moans, shoving deep into her pussy as he can and gasping/panting heavily.. nnngghhh he cries out as his cock swells within her teat and suddenly explode his cum into her. "ooohh gods soo good" he grunts and kisses her, as keeps thrusting in and out bit. She squeals and grunts "ooh luv fuck yyesss" she gasps and tightens her pussy even more around the hung member inside her and suddenly squirts her juices all over and along his length. They both pant and grunts,a s cuddly tightly and kiss each other in the afterglow of their long love making. They soon fall asleep afterwards, with his cock still in her and throbbing slightly. Soon morning comes, and the light wakes Gloria up. She quickly gets up and dressed, hearing a knocking on the front door. She passes her mother, and says hello, while opening the door. Her friend and roommate Kelly is standing there, and smiles hi/morning. She smiles back and invites her in. As the two step into the kitchen, her mother asks how her date went yesterday. "oh it was fine mom. Thanks for asking" The then go on to talk about the days event, but as they do so, Kelly looks up and sees cyrano trying to sneak out the back door, which is locked and alarm set. He cringes as he sees the door's looked, and tries to think of how to get out, when Tabitha turns and sees him. Gloria turns red all over, as her mother quickly glances back towards her and asks who the hell this guy is. "Uhmm well mom.. the truth is, he's my boyfriend." Gloria says, and her mother immediately takes a negative reaction to that. "Oh hell no. You're not dating a no good carrying disease raccoon" she shouts and fumes. Gloria shouts back "mom that's enough. It's my life and I love him very much. " Cyrano quietly says the same thing after things die down slightly. Tabitha glances back and forth from the two, and then sighs slightly and concedes to their wishes. "well you're right daughter of mine. You are and adult, and despite that you'll always be my baby girl, and I wish the best for you" She however moves to cyrano and bores him with questions. He does his best to not let some things private slip throught, but under her hard stare that all women seem to get, he squirms and silently says that he did 'sleep' with her daughter. She grunts and says thought so, as she turns to Gloria and then afterwards tells them both and they should use better judgement and to do it in her own apartment and not here, cuase if they ever do it here again, she'll tear of his balls and make her life miserable. They both chuckle nervously, and then grin to each other, as they notice she's smiling as she says that, and all laugh at the joke.
Never knew I could buy love... by Gaz888f	?This is my super cool fandic about yaoi Foodfight between Dex Dogtective and Daredevil Dan and Bat Person, hoep uenjoy - Vlad Chocool was walking home from his boring, mundane life, when all of a sudden he saw in a dark alley, Dex Dogtective and Daredevil Dan were talking behind some garbage bins..	[ "Foodfight", "M/M", "Other" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696595-never-knew-i-could-buy-love	Vlad Chocool was walking home from his boring, mundane life, when all of a sudden he saw in a dark alley, Dex Dogtective and Daredevil Dan were talking behind some garbage bins.. "Okay Dan, you want some of this?", Dex said while waving his doggy dick in front of the young squirrel's face. "Hell yeah I want some o' dat fine cock in my ass, mmmh" replied Dan with pure glee. Vlad, who was watching from afar, popped up a wicked boner in his tiny pants, he loved chocolate men but he could never tell anybody. Dex and Dan started kissing and fondling each other. Dex got his tongue deep within Dan, and Dan could feel a tingling within his trousers, he tried to keep it contained for longer, but it was no use, Dex spotted a meaty treat that he wanted to chew on. "Mmmhhm, what's his I see, has the easter bunny left me a nice surprise?", Dex said in an alluring voice, wanting to get his jaw around Dan's chocolate treat. Dan nerviously laughed, and obliged to Dex's dominant behavior.By this point, Vlad's erection was so big, he could no longer contain the beast within his pants. As he watched Dex wrap his mouth around Dan's lovely chocolate dick, he began to feel steamy. Dex was really going at Dan's cock, licking the head and kissing it lovingly and gently, like a newborn child in his arms. Vlad got out his big bat penis out and began to slowly stroke it as he watched Dex and Dan get it on ever so lovingly begin to make love to each others buff, ripped bodies. Vlad started off slowly, sweating, feeling every bit of cum pulsating in his big cock. Then all of sudden, Vlad couldn't take it, and before ejaculation, he fell over and knocked a garbage bin over. Dex and Dan came to a halt, "W-who goes there!" shouted Dex, before glaring over and the bat, whom had his giant cock out. Dex and Dan smirked at each other and began to grin.Dex grabbed Vlad by the ears and trusted his massive doggy dick straight through his ears, and then straight into his mouth. Dex kept trusting and trusting into poor Vlad's mouth until Dex came a bucket load straight down Vlad's throat. The impact was so daunting that semen came flying out of Vlad's butthole, causing great pain in his anus. Vlad never thought he'd lose his virginity like this, but deep down, he was actually, really enjoying it, and he never wanted the pain to last forever. He wanted to feel his anus throbbing forever, his butthole was currently as red as chilli's in lava, with only the cold, white jizz to cool down his asshole."My turn!" shouted Dan. This daredevil had never been this daring, but he was willing to shove his massive black chocolate dick into the butthole of the bat that knelled before him. Vlad's ass had endured torture for the last 2 hours from the dominance of Dex, but he was still willing to have a big black dick go straight into his red, pulsating anus. "Oh no! No more please! I hate this torture!" Vlad lied as he loosened his anus for more submission. "Too baaad, bitch!",Dan shouted, "I'm about to bring the painus into yer anus! HWOYAAH!". Dan began to fuck Vlad straight up the ass, he fucked him so hard that poor Vlad was bleeding from his anus. But Vlad didn't mind, Vlad's dream had finally come true, he was being violently fucked by a big, lovely chocolate boy. He knew he would never feel the same as Dan unleashed an abyss of white, sticky, hot jizz from his black, veiny dick.Vlad fell to the floor, he lay there, almost breathless. Dex and Dan began to laugh as they left the bat freak to lay in a giant puddle of dog and squirrel cum. Vlad turned onto his back and gazed into the lights of the supermarket. "Why..." he muttered. "Why must God give me a lovely chocolate man only to take it all away hours later..." Just as all was said and done, the light began to shine brighter... Vlad looked above, with a long look on his face, much to his surprise and loving please, there he saw, a giant big black veiny cock descended from the heavens above to give Vlad a round two. "Hallelujah!" he scream as Vlad began to open his mouth wide. Looks like things worked out after all...with love from Jams ;(
birthday gift by dbj_rab	another old bi story i wrote - "Hey love. How are you doing today?" a sexy feminine voice asked. I leaned over to look at my gorgeous lover. She's such a great woman. She's a white with orange fur vixen, petite breasts and a great pussy and ass. "I'm just fine, thanks. You were incredible last	[ "Bisexual", "M/M/F/F", "Multiple Species", "Orgy" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464063-birthday-gift	"Hey love. How are you doing today?" a sexy feminine voice asked. I leaned over to look at my gorgeous lover. She's such a great woman. She's a white with orange fur vixen, petite breasts and a great pussy and ass. "I'm just fine, thanks. You were incredible last night," I chuckle still admiring her. "Well, so were you," she smiled back, admiring my soft white bunny fur and lovingly playing with my black ear tips. "Well, do you want to make breakfast or shall I?" she asked. "I'll do it... as a tribute to you, dear," I said smilingly. She laughed and got up to take a shower while I went to the kitchen to make us breakfast. Thankfully she doesn't mind the occassional veggie in our foods (Foxes are omnivors).. I made a simple egg omelet with veggies and some sausage in it just as Viva came out of the shower. "Hmm, smells great. You're such a good cook," she smiled. "Thank you dear." We set down to eat, and after we're done she goes to wash the dishes while I take my shower. After I get done and dressed, Viva asked, "So.. have you decided what you want on your birthday?" "Not really. You can just surprise me," I reply. She smiles a knowing smile, I can sense that she had indeed a big surprise for me planned. "Well, off to work," I said. "See you home soon, dear," Viva replied. I start riding my bike to where I work as a freelance newspaper reporter and or ad layout person... Luckily since I got a head start, I decided to take a detour and go through the park. While riding, I noticed my other lover riding ahead of me. "Hey, Dave!" I call out as I approach. He turns around and waves back, slowing a little so I can catch up. "What are you doing here?" the big dog asked. "Just taking a short detour to work since I have a bit more time," I reply. "That's great," he says with a smirk. I grin back knowing what he's going to say next. "Say, if you have more time before work, how about a quick yiff?" he growled softly. "I thought you'd never ask," I reply feeling very yiffy since last night and seeing him in those tight bicycle shorts. We ride a bit further and then go off into the shadows of trees that are nearby. After making sure no one is around and that we're well hidden, we start to kiss and fondle each other. "Gods, you make me so horny," Dave said as I rubbed hard against his sheath and tweaked his nipple. "Hmm, you do the same thing for me buddy," I groan as he finger my hole and bends to quickly lick inside my sheath. "Gah," I cry out as my dick pops out of it's sheath. I hear Dave moan as his dick comes out of hiding as well. Soon we're both on the ground 69'ing each other.. Both of us pant and humm as we're sucking on each other, trying to make the other cum first. I don't last long against Dave's tongue and soon thrust up to empty my bunny spunk into his mouth. He slurps it all and soon growls as he thrust into me and spurt his dog spunk into mine. "Gasp, that feels so good when we do that," Dave pants... "Yeah. Damn you're good with that tongue. No one else can make me cum so fast," I reply.. "Feh.. you're not so bad either.." he replies. We both then get dressed and head off to work, riding along in silence and giving each other quirky looks. Later that day, after finishing some paperwork and a few articles, I'm able to get off work, and I decide to take a detour to the gym before heading home to work out some unwanted stress and to clean up. Afterwards, and thinking some wishful thinking after looking at some of the guys, I head home. I enter to my house seeing nothing but blackness. "Hmm, looks like Viva planned something for my birthday.." I think to myself as I enter. As soon as I close the door several people popped out and shouted "Surprise!". And I was surprised cause they were all naked!!! I stared at the bodies of my friends Dave, Ben (a bear), his wife Francine (a lioness), and Frank a new found lover I had (a horse) and lovers.. wondering what was going on. "Hey, bunny boy. Happy Birthday," Viva said. "Thanks, hon. Why are all of you naked?" I ask, couldn't help but stare at some of my friends' well endowments, and breasts. "Why, were here to give you an orgy birthday present," Dave replied. I shivered a little in ectasy at the thought.. Before things got started how ever, we had a "traditional" birthday party.. cake was made and passed out, I opened up a few presents they bought for me, and then things got really raunchy. We were soon playing adult version of some kiddie games, such as spin the bottle- only this version was spin the vibrator. Who ever it pointed to, the person who spun it got to use it on that person and him/herself.... Needless to say, everyone was hard and horny soon after. Soon everyone was whispering amongst themselves, and I sat "innocently" waiting to see what they had planned for me next...... Viva soon reached behind me and pinned my arms back. While she was doing that, Dave came over and bent down to lick and suck on my bunny cock. After he got started, I felt a finger probe my tail hole, and then another feminine one. After they withdrew, I felt Ben's huge dick push against me. I groan and gasped as I felt Dave sucking me and Ben soon began to thrust harder into me, pushing my anal muscles apart. While he was doing that, I felt Viva release her hold on me and tied me down. Soon she and Francine entered my field of vision. They soon started to play with each other, as their husbands sucked and fucked me. Frank moved before me, his huge equinine dick standing in front of my face. I soon started to lick and suck on it as he started to thrust himself into my throat. I hmmm and moaned as I felt my climax nearing, much sooner than usual thanks to the guys' sucking and humping me. Meanwhile Viva and Francine were going at like wild cats. Francine was slurping and sucking on Viva's breasts while Viva was tonguing Francine's pussy. Both were murring with pleasure as they came again and again against each other. Soon I felt myself grunting as my dick spurted hot bunny seed down Dave's throat, and my ass muscles tightened against Ben's huge bear cock in response causing him to roar and thrust deep into, spurting his bear seed deep into me, hitting my prostrate. Frank soon throbbed hard and started to spurt horse spunk. He quickly pulled out and spurted all over me, and my other male lovers. All of us were laying together, hugging each other and gasping for breath after our climaxes went down. "Oh, gods. Do you guys know how to give a guy a present or what!" I groaned. "Well, just be glad we only do this once a year. You'd probably wouldn't last if we did it twice," Viva teased. "Oh, really? How about we find out?" I asked, getting up and moving towards her. Everyone laughed as she pretended to squeak a bit as I came down into her and the others moved into position to fuck me and her again...................... To be continued ????