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This vignette was written for Kemper as part of my themed Patreon request day for the month of December 2018. This month's theme was a location prompt of "Log Cabin", and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults. ^^

Fey and Fortune

Kemper blinked as he glanced down at his map, then back up at the opening in the forest before him. There was no clearing marked on what was otherwise a really detailed trail map of this hiking route, and there definitely wasn't a cabin marked upon it. Nevertheless as he took just a few more steps along the path and peered out around the sunlit clearing, shafts of golden light fell upon what was undeniably a small log cabin, a pale column of smoke rising from the stone chimney-breast set into its northern wall. The sabretoothed cat padded towards it curiously while glancing over the map he'd purchased at the trail-head ranger station just hours before, wondering if maybe this was an old edition with recent changes not marked upon it. Sure enough though the map had only been produced the year before, and this cabin looked as though it was much, much older than a year, with moss growing on several patches of its wooden walls and a lush, flower-strewn garden surrounding it and the path which passed right by its front door and windows.

Unsure whether to carry on or to explore a little, not wanting to trespass on someone's property but utterly intrigued by what he'd found, Kemper hefted his backpack and stepped forward, thinking that at the very least he could slow his walking pace as he passed the house and get a little look inside it that way. Before long the aroma of those beautiful flowers filled his olfactory senses, sweet in a way that was almost more fruity than floral. In fact, as Kemper raised his head slightly and inhaled more deeply, he realised that what he was smelling might not have been the flowers alone. There was a definite rich sweetness in the air, a smell more akin to jam or something being baked with jam than anything which even the most richly scented flower could provoke.

Before Kemper could identify the source of the smell by sight though, he heard it. Or rather, he heard her. A gentle humming coming from what appeared to be within the cabin itself, and of which as he continued forward on legs that seemed unwilling to stop until they were directly in front of one window of the house, he saw the source bent over to pull something out of a black iron doored, stone walled oven. Kemper's eyes bulged as he saw the bare ass of the woman so gently and pleasantly humming to herself, plump, ample cheeks coated in dark fur with a lush black and white striped tail raising high up above it. He turned and looked away immediately, ashamed for having so perversely, albeit accidentally peeped in on this person who clearly lived here and was obviously making full use of her expected solitude. Clenching his fists in anger at his own curiosity, he was about to push on forward and get away from this woman as fast as he could before he risked embarrassing her or violating her privacy any further, when he heard the humming abruptly stop, followed by a voice speaking out instead, muffled but still audible through the glass of the window before which he was still standing.

"Oh. Well, hello there."

Slowly, horrified that he had been seen but equally stunned by the woman's friendly and gentle tone when by all accounts she should have been aghast at being found in her current state, the sabretoothed cat turned on the spot once more. He jumped slightly as he saw the skunk no longer on the far side of her home's little kitchen area, but resting with her head propped on her hands, elbows positioned upon the inside of the window ledge. She was peering out almost playfully at Kemper, smiling as she regarded him with big eyes of the most stunning emerald green, and not seeming to be the slightest bit bothered by the fact that she was bringing herself into even closer proximity of his gaze while wearing not so much as an apron to cover her voluptuous form and in particular the ample breasts which were currently on full display, framed by her angled arms as she fluttered her eyelids at Kemper.

"Uh, h-hi... sorry to uh, I mean... I didn't know anyone lived out here."

He apologised even though the woman didn't seem the slightest bit perturbed by his presence or her own nudity, and his eyes widened a little more when the skunk's reaction was simply to giggle, to pull away from the window and not walk but skip her way to the front door, opening it and slipping out into the bright sunlight so that she could walk right up to where Kemper was standing.

"I've lived out here for... well, gosh, it feels like an eternity. But I don't get visitors that often. Would you like to come inside? I just baked a pie."

Kemper didn't really get a chance to answer that question, because before he could even think about the answer, let alone state it aloud, the skunk had grabbed him by both hands and was dragging him with surprising strength back to the front door and into her home. Once inside she released his hands, but only so she could dart around him and close the door. Then she was pulling off his backpack, then his jacket, then... his eyes widened as she began to unbutton his shirt, and he gently placed his hands over her own, stopping them before they could get any further.

"Did you say something about pie? I... I'm, uh... really hungry."

He nodded sincerely as he spoke, and truth be told he was rather hungry after the hours of hiking he'd already put in that day. The skunk's eyes widened, and she withdrew her hands in an instant as a more serious, sombre expression crossed her face.

"Right! Pie! Food. Yes, you need to eat food, process calories for energy. Carbohydrates, proteins, fats. Vitamins and minerals! They'll all help to keep your energy up when we..."

She plucked the pie off the wooden counter-top where she had left it to cook, swept around in an almost balletic motion and set it down on a small dining table with just one seat, a bowl and spoon already present at that single place setting as though perfectly pre-prepared for his arrival. Seamlessly, without finishing her other comment but equally without stopping talking, she patted the chair and beckoned Kemper over.

"Come now. Eat! My pie is fresh and sweet and good. You'll love it!"

She picked up the spoon resting beside his bowl, dug it into the still gently steaming pie from which the most rich and delicious jammy fruit smells were indeed emanating, and scooped out a sizeable portion for the sabretoothed cat as he padded over and sat down with bashful gratitude. All the while Kemper was trying not to look at the utterly shameless and clearly nudist woman's body while simultaneously trying not to look like he deliberately wasn't looking. It wasn't made easy though as she bounced and jiggled on the spot, and no sooner had he sat down, she darted around the table to stand right beside him, gorgeous breasts perfectly at eye level as he picked up the spoon and prepared to take his first testing bite of this mystery fruit pie.

He blew on the steamy, jammy fruit filling once, twice, three times, then finally lifted the spoon the rest of the way to his muzzle, opened his wide, and slipped the spoon and its contents within. The pie tumbled onto his tongue. Rich fruit, sharp but sweet enough to cut through that, warm, with buttery, flaky pastry clinging to it. It was good. In fact, it was more than good. Kemper's eyes widened, and a soft whimper escaped him as he scooped up a second bite and hungrily devoured it. A third followed, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and... he gurgled as he saw the bowl growing rapidly empty before him, and glanced longingly to the pie dish where a good seven eighths of the pie's total volume remained. His gaze soon turned to the skunk, and so breathlessly he felt like he'd either just finished a run or concluded a particularly vigorous bout of masturbation, he pleaded to her.

"Ohh... ohhhh god that's... that's the best pie I've ever tasted. Could I... if it's not too much of an imposition, could I have another slice?"

The skunk's emerald eyes flickered even though there was neither firelight nor sunlight present in the kitchen to reflect in them, and she licked her lips as simultaneously her head began to shake.

"No."

She answered simply, but with a gravity that knocked the wind right out of Kemper, or at least threatened to before she dangled a baited hook of hope before him.

"Unless..."

His clawed fingertips gripped at the table's edge, and he gave a pleading, feverishly needy moan of desire.

"What? Name it. Anything, I... I'll do anything."

The skunk smiled, walked around behind Kemper and pulled his chair out from the table a little. She then walked around the other side of him, swung a leg over his crotch, and sat down upon his lap, facing him head on as her eyes pierced his very soul.

"Fuck me."

She moaned as she wrapped her arms around Kemper's neck, and pulled his muzzle close to hers in a kiss that made Kemper's head spin like he'd been drinking for a couple of hours and had only just realised how tipsy he was. A kiss that somehow tasted just like the jammy filling of that pie, and which for the duration that it lasted entirely fulfilled Kemper's longing for more of the pie, only to bring it back more hungrily than ever when her lips parted from his.

Mewling with desperate neediness, Kemper nodded. This woman was gorgeous, naked, and straddling his crotch, in fact the longer she spent sitting on his lap the less she was just sitting and the more she was beginning to hump and grind against him, ensuring that if her nudity hadn't rendered Kemper helplessly aroused already, he most definitely would be now.

"Say it. Tell me you'll fuck me. Tell me you'll spend the night here with me, making me cum again and again. Promise. Please, Kemper. Promise me."

It never occurred to Kemper that he hadn't given the skunk his name yet as she peeled off his shirt and began to somehow unfasten his belt and zipper without ever once stopping her grinding against his crotch. Between the desire for pie and sex surrounding him and flooding his heart and mind in equal quantities, all he could think about was doing anything and everything this phenomenal woman asked. Thus he gurgled and nodded once again as she ever so briefly pulled herself away from him just to strip off his trousers and underwear, leaving him totally naked before she sat down upon his lap a second time. He tried to find the words, tried to find the coherence of thought required to form any recognisable speech whatsoever, but only when her warm, damp outer lips encircled the head of his straining cock did he feel a lightning-sharp burst of clarity crash over him, and thus it was then, as she sank down onto him and began to ride his erection before even hearing his answer, that he made that promise.

"I promise! Oohhh god, yes. Yes. All night... with everything I have, I'll... yes! I'll do it. For you. Just for you. Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhhgod! Ahh, yes!"

What followed was a day and a night like something out of a wild erotic fantasy, far more so than anything based in reality. They were insatiable, both himself and the skunk whose name he found himself wailing in orgasm despite never having heard it any more than she had heard his.

"I'm... aahhh, yes. Titania! I'm cumming, oohhh god, don't stop!"

As soon as one bout of passionate sex was over, they were tumbling over themselves, laughing, giggling, embracing, chasing around the log cabin or the flower strewn clearing beyond it, playing and capering for a brief while before laughter turned to moaning, and play to passion all over again. Kemper fucked the skunk doggystyle in the flowers, feeling her cum around his cock over and over again almost unceasingly as he pounded into her, and soon after that he pinned her against one outer wall of the cabin and flooded her depths with his own cum without the slightest respite since the last time he'd done so. They wrestled in the grass, rolling over and over, humping, snarling, wailing, kissing and embracing all the while. Then what felt like moments later they were back in the cabin, sunset light streaming in through the western window as Kemper was led to Titania's beautiful bed, clad not in sheets but soft moss and hay. A bed in which he lay as she rode him hard and fast until it was pitch black aside from the vivid green of her eyes and the glow of the moon outside, and from which at times Kemper simultaneously thought, feared and prayed that he would never again leave.

It must have been well past midnight when Kemper and Titania burst outside into the clearing once again, Kemper roaring and laughing as he chased the skunk on all fours like a wild animal, finally pouncing upon her, tackling her to the ground and beginning to breed her savagely, roughly like a beast finding its mate in heat. After a while though, after countless orgasms not just for Titania but Kemper too, not a single instant of calm or rest between them, their passions mellowed. Their rough fucking became more gentle, tender love-making, and Kemper kissed the skunk's neck, her breasts and the fur over her thundering heart as she arched her back, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and screamed a scream of such pure and wild ecstasy that the sabretoothed cat remembered distinctly blushing and fearing that genuinely the whole world might be able to hear them.

Some time around dawn, Kemper must have passed out.

He didn't remember it, at least he didn't specifically remember which orgasm, which act had been the one to finally break him, but as Kemper awoke once more in bright morning sun to the sound of chirping songbirds, he did remember everything that had happened to him in incredible vivid detail. His cheeks flushed, he moaned in awe and joy and gratitude, and as he rolled over to take Titania in his arms, to kiss her and to make love to her once again...

...

...

...he blinked, and lifted his head up off whatever it was resting upon, which turned out to be a neatly folded stack of his own clothes.

Kemper sat bolt upright a moment later, and whimpered as he looked around at the empty clearing in which he was lying. No cabin. No wildflowers. Just... he glanced around in confusion, just a circle of smooth bluish grey stones and what looked like white and red speckled mushrooms, in the middle of which he was sitting right now. A little way off beside the path he saw his backpack resting untouched by wildlife or anyone else, but other than that, nothing. At least, almost nothing.

His eyes widened, and he glanced to the left as he heard something. A giggle that sounded familiar, wonderfully familiar. All he saw though was a flash of light which might have just been the sun catching his eye. A flash which darted past him if it was anything real at all, carrying with it that same sound of wonderful liberated laughter, and the faint smell of sweet jam. It blinked out of existence a moment later, and as Kemper's head turned to follow where it had been, the light moving far faster than his vision had been able to follow, his eyes widened as he saw something resting upon what before had been a perfectly clear patch of grassy ground.

There, sitting in its dish, still steaming fresh and with a spoon sticking out of it, was a pie. Or rather, seven eighths of a pie.

Kemper blushed. He smiled, and as he reached for the pie and began to eat it right then and there, utterly famished and entirely unconcerned with his own continued nudity or how his hard cock was still twitching and dripping pre-cum to the grassy earth below with every mouthful, he moaned between each delicious, perfectly satisfying bite with pure and unfettered gratitude.

"Oohh... Tatiana. Thank you. I... ohhhyess... thank you!"

By Jeeves

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