The Geeky Understanding
_I just wanted to write more stories in the Geeks series. This one really doesn't have much more plot than the previous short story, but at least it has a little bit more of it, and I think the way I glue things together is improving a lot. And the story has has two yiff scenes, so it's even in worst case obviously a lot better than the previous one, which just had one. =)
Oh, and by the way, I have absolutely no idea how correct Fouwrey's formulas are. Unlike Fouwrey, I absolutely suck at mathematics, and his account on how the formulae were found is absolutely correct. =) [Maxidoe](%5C) is a real computer program though, and did help me with these illustrative things._
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It was, of course, a typical Friday morning.
Today, nothing earth-shattering was going to happen. Fouwrey was going to the television studios - the School TV had hired him to talk about school mathematics, and Fouwrey loved discussing calculus with students, because he knew so many of school kids never truly understood how useful derivation was. Noere had a day off, and had decided to spend it home building some new model kits that had arrived the day before.
Noere grinned and giggled as best as she could under the circumstances. She had woken up and noted that Fouwrey had gone to make coffee.
Their mornings tended to be similar, but that never bothered either of them. Noere had definitely expected that as she lied down on the bed face down, and looked dreamy enough, Fouwrey would soon come lying by her side, gently wake her up, then this big wolf would roll atop her and make love to her. That was how they tended to start the day, and while Noere wasn't always> feeling that was the perfect way to start the day, it definitely was one of the greatest and there certainly were a lot worse ways to start the day, anyway.
And today, she was definitely happy as her beloved wolf just appeared here as she had expected. She giggled as Fouwrey rolled atop her. Fouwrey was already half-hard and guided his member, slippery with pre-cum, really fast to where it was supposed to go; Noere yipped with a little bit of surprise in her voice as Fouw gently teased her entrance with his member, trying to hint that he really waited to actually push himself in. "Good morning," Noere said finally, smiling widely to Fouw and giggling a bit.
"Good morning! And what would you like for breakfast?" Fouwrey said as he kissed her, feeling quite happy and cheerful this morning.
"A toast, orange juice, coffee and...this...BIG...wolf... oh my." Noere broke into louder giggle. The wolf had entered her, and she enjoyed the feeling of his half-hard wolfhood slipping in her very slowly. Fouw slipped his hands under her arms and took a good grip of her shoulders, closing her in a fluffy hug. He licked her neck, and thrust a few times, his member growing hard almost instantly. Noere let out an ecstatic yip.
"I guess you want the wolf first?" Fouwrey asked.
"Oh yeah!" Noere replied, "Definitely!... Oh my dear wolf shag me now please oh yes!..." the latter part of the rambling sounding fairly nonsensical, not even considering the sudden, random changes of pitch and volume with every word. Fouwrey found it fascinating that he could consider, in this ocassion, of speed of the speech; oh yes, her mate could speak approximately two syllables per each of his thrusts...
Noere let the relaxation set in in her once again, and quickly melted in her mate's care, becoming a soft fuzzy ball of fur in Fouwrey's care. She wasn't really all that sure if she was dreaming or not, but figured out what she felt was completely real. She yipped quietly each time she felt the big wolf fill her depths.
Fouwrey felt wonderful as he slowly thrust into the fluffy, relaxed, slippery vixen, his entire length easily slipping all the way in her without much effort at all. He was going slowly, but there was something more arousing in the morning air today, something he couldn't really tell what was doing tricks with their minds. It must have been just typical spring mania, Fouw though, as he felt himself nearing some badly charted peak of joy with that cute and fluffy vixen of his squirming under him in similar throes of joy.
In the last moment, he tried to get a grip of himself and actually start making love to her in what might be called a "proper" way, but all he could do now was to pick up some more pace. Noere yipped and thrashed in his grip in what could only be understood as one hell of an orgasm; he thrust a few more times into the tighter but even more slippery vixen. His orgasm was quite a match to hers, as he trembled to the core and felt his body to stiffen and tremble - quite ridiculously, he thought - as he filled the vixen with his hot cum. A yap remained on his lips, and he was quite unable to make it any more than a hint of a yappy howl of joy, making the whole orgasm a quite quiet one - which wasn't a surprise as Noere was also thrilled beyond voices. The neighbors had known them for loud orgasms, but they both knew that if it felt good and couldn't be heard, their lovemaking was definitely a greater success.
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"Now derivatives are handy because they tell the rate of change, and that's why they're very handy in physics", the wolf in television illustrated. "Suppose we have a car whose speed accelerates steadily 10 kilometers per hour. Thus, we could form a function that describes the speed of the car: v(t) = 10t. A derivative function v' then describes the rate of change: v'(t) = 10, which we already saw before: In this case the rate of change is constant at all times."
Noere was watching Fouwrey's television program, which the network had decided to show live for some reason or other. The small television in the hobby room sat on a shelf, and Noere was making a nice model of Scrapairre SC-96 which had already progressed quite well - apart of the fact that she wasn't focusing on the work that well, because Fouwrey seemed so engaging in this program. Noere had already needed to open up the glued model plane, because she had forgotten to add the weight in the model while watching one of Fouwrey's presentations. It was just a shame that he had been taken to a live show with so little preparation - of course, Fouw had expected the thing to be taped and edited beforehand. The model plane was still looking fairly perfect, knowing how carefully the thing was put together and Noere never used too much glue until the plane was completely finished.
A nicely plotted graph was shown on the television screen, a nicely drawn parabola with a cannon at the origin and a cannonball, on the other end of the parabola, just about to land on the ground precisely 20 meters forward. "A little bit more complex case would be projectile motion. If an object is thrown directly up at velocity v, and we know the gravity constant g, the height at which the object currently is can be expressed as h(t) = v t + (1 / 2) * -g t ^ 2." The wolf shuffled the papers. "I'm sorry, physics isn't my forté and I pulled this formula quickly from a badly edited source. Let's just assume, for the sake of discussion, that it's correct. Don't quote me on that! This isn't a physics lesson, just an illustration of concepts!" the wolf pointed at the end of the parabola, sweeped along it as he explained. "The point is this: The cannon fires that ball, it flies in a nice arc, and lands there. The horizontal axis is t, or time, the cannonball flies forward over time; the vertical axis is h, or height. We'll now ignore a bunch of stuff, like the air friction and the angle the cannon is pointing at - as I noted, the formula I gave only applies if the cannon fires straight up, which it isn't doing in this illustration here though - and if we plotted the graph for any given initial velocity v, we'd get that graph."
Hmm, the plane was nicely finished now. Noere now started to work on the other plane, a monstrous big model of already huge BB-363 Mammoth airliner...
"Now, by differentiating we can easily figure out that if this formula really represents the height at which the object is at given point of time, the derivative function represents the current acceleration of the object at any point of time. At least, I think, again, physics is all mumble to me. The point, again, being that you could draw a tangent on the graph, say, here" - a tangent appeared on the point where Fouw was pointing - "and the angle of this tangent can easily be calculated with the derivative function! Assuming what I babbled on earlier, acceleration looks like this: a(t) = h'(t) = v - gt." At this point, Noere full expected Fouwrey to continue something along the lines of "or at least I think so, I missed my morning coffee and that's what Maxidoe cranked out this morning." But rather, Fouwrey just said, "Okay, let's forget those formulas, the point is, by differentiating, we can easily figure out rates of change, which is why this thing is so very useful. Okay! After a short break, we'll talk about how to differentiate. This will be more fun and believe me, it will all start to make sense afterwards. I bet you are all now just as confused as I am, which is not very, but just a bit."
...
"Whoo, Noere, I'm home!"
An unusual reply came from the bedroom. "Zzzblpb."
"Uh, what's wrong?" Fouwrey tilted his head, and peeked around, but couldn't see Noere.
"Nothing, nothing, just dizzy after spending a day with the planes. The glue gets in my head." Fouwrey now noted that Noere was in bedroom, and was definitely happy to hear nothing was really that wrong with her.
"Ah, did you keep the windows open?" Fouwrey said as he checked what Noere had left to the kitchen - an untypical but refreshing kind of food, in this case sausages. Fouwrey, being a wolf, liked sausages a lot.
"Sure, but I still sometimes get this." Fouwrey tried to make sense of Noere's tone: Nope, she's clearly not feeling that bad, she's just tired and dizzy...
Fouwrey was ravenous and ate the sausages quite hastily. "Did you see the program? That didn't work quite like I thought it would, but the television guys were really wonderful!"
"Yep! I think you did fine, under the circumstances."
"Well, that's good to hear. Oh, these sausages are good too", Fouw said. "You should have some too, maybe it clears your head", Fouw said as he undressed.
"Oh, I already had some", Noere noted. "but I could get some other kind of sausages, that might really clear my head", and smiled as Fouw came to the bedroom.
Fouw was amused and not at all surprised about Noere's proposition, and not very surprised to see Noere naked on the bed on fours either. "Well, I knew you'd come to the same conclusion, my dear", he said as he gently kneeled on the bed and took a grip of the vixen's loins, gently rubbing her hips with his fingers, his wolfhood quickly swelling without too much need for any other inspirations. "I think this can be taken care of really easily - mmh."
Noere yapped quietly as the wolf entered her, enjoying the penetration as much as her mate did. "Oh, you were so smart today in television, I really like you for that", she said.
Fouwrey got a better grip of the vixen's hips, that nice round reddish thing, and began gently thrusting. "Smart? You're so confused today. And you're so smart and gentle, I really love you, my dear."
The vixen squealed in joy, grabbed the bedsheets. "Oh, uh, no, you're really smart, Fouw", she said as she fell forward, letting her mate to take her in the leapfrog position as she amused him by brushing his face with her tail. That certainly made Fouw even more enthusiastic. "And thank you for caring, my dear, I feel much better already", she sighed.
As Fouw reached the depths, she felt the vixen get even more slipperier. "Oh, I'm always - mmh - glad to make you happy, and you make me happy too!"
It was wordless from there on. Fouw started to make love to her with such passion that it surprised himself too, thrusting himself deep in the vixen, then retreating all the way up, lingering for precious moments deep in her with each thrust. Noere's dizziness was gone in moments, and she soon looked really funny as she thrashed forth in a joyous orgasm. She felt a bit bad for coming early, but felt great as the wolf made love to her with such cuteness and passion, that breath of his tingling the tip of her tail, his pace steady but caring.
Fouw slowed down a bit, and only moments later, Noere felt her passion surge again, and she just yapped "oh take me now!" - and Fouwrey did as she said. A bigger orgasm rocked her throughouly just as Fouwrey thrust in her for the last time, almost falling backward. He felt his member sink deep for one last time to the slippery vixen, and then felt a tremendous feeling from all the way from his rump to sac and his member as he shot an incredible amount of cum to the vixen, then the same for every second afterwards. Several seconds later, he pulled out of her, still cumming a lot on the vixen's back.
"I really love you, Fouwrey", Noere said.
"And I really love you, Noere", Fouw said. He felt it needed to be said in some fancier way, but right now, he knew that it was all that was needed.
They lied down, and stayed on each other's arms for a while, then dressed up. "So, care to show me what you built today?"
"Sure! A Scrapairre and a Mammoth! Really nice planes from the last decade. Here they are!"
"Nice painting", Fouw said as he admired the detailed insignia Noere had painted on the Scrapairre.
"Thank you! Would you like to hear of the day I was actually in one of these Scrapairres? That was five years ago in Goattstein. It was on the second day of the airshow..."
In a little way, Fouwrey had refreshed Noere's memory on mathematics. Now it was Noere's turn to teach Fouwrey a little bit of aviation history. They both realized that was what they had in common: Even when they admitted they knew nothing of their fields of specialization, they both wanted to know everything, and could teach each other various interesting things. No topic seemed too boring for either of them - and these two topics were definitely from the good end in either case.
The afternoon was going to be interesting.