A Tribute to Focksie
[[/></a><br /> <br /> A Tribute to Focksie<br /> By: BlackSin<br /> Contact at: BlackSin@kittymail.com<br /> <hr class=](%5C)Semi-Plushophilia/Furry (Human M / Furry F)
©1999 BlackSin. Any unauthorized copying, editing, or sale for profit prohibited!!
Furry writers go through a lot in order to speak their minds. Please respect
that so we can continue to write the stories for you, the reader. And, of
course, Thank You for reading!!
Warning: The following contains explicit sexual contact. Do not read if you a)
don't think that such content should be perused by your eyes, or b) are under
legal, mental, or physical maturity.
Please enjoy! My sweet plushie lover is named Focksie, and I've always wanted to
write a story about her. None of the events in the story actually happened, but
as I sit here cuddling Focksie, I dream of her being there as a furry guardian
angel for someone who needs her love even more than I do. Oh well; dreams,
dreams...
I step into my room and close the door behind me, taking a second to lock it.
Taking a deep breath and counting to ten, I try my best not to let the day's hardships get to me. Why did I agree to let them come here?
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I let my back slide down the wall until I sit on the carpeted floor. Dammit, this is my house. Why am I stuck cowering in my room? Because of them... Every family reunion we have turns into a brawl. With my brother the police officer and my sister the welfare inclined, drug dealer dating, baby-cranking machine sitting at a table together, it doesn't take long for the meal to take an ill-fated turn. Plus, I don't really get along with my father, who is nearly three times my age and the crankiest thing known to mankind. Despite his heart condition, when my sister and brother go at it, he is ready to jump in and beat the shit out of both of them.
And I allowed them to come here... to my home... nearly seventy-five miles from the closest of my feuding relatives' houses. Damn. They're going to have to spend the night here. Oh well, I guess it's a little nice to have some voices in the house. Ever since my wife and kid died, it has been a little too quiet around here. Oh God, I shouldn't be thinking of that. Whenever I think of them...
I quickly stand up and walk over to my desk, flipping on the computer. I am a writer. Oh sure I've had a few successes, but I'm no Stephen King or Toni Morrison. But, I guess I can type a few words now. They always say that it's good to write when the emotions are running high. As I wait for the computer to boot up, I look behind me and see a familiar face. There she is sitting on my bed, the most adorable stuffed animal dreamt up by a human artist. It's a little four legged fox sitting on her hind legs, her head proudly raised as she sports the cutest muzzle smile... Her brown eyes full, almost lifelike... How can someone create eyes that look so real? My wife is... well, was really into stuffed animals. One day, we were at a fair and we walked to a "Guess Your Weight" booth. My wife tried her luck and the nice man in the booth said that she was about twenty-five pounds under her real weight. Really cheered her up; she wasn't feeling that great that night.
Anyway, as my wife was picking her prize, the man in the booth winked at me. "She looked like she needed some cheering up," he said.
To make a long story short, my wife came back with this adorable vixen. "They only had one left," she said cheerfully.
The booth attendant looked slightly confused. "I've never seen that one before. Never in my life..."
Well, nowadays I understand why he never saw the vixen. Now I TRULY understand at least.
So, when we got home, my wife gave the plushie to me. "Just something I want to give to you, sweetie," she said, hugging me. "What'cha gonna name it?"
That's about when my daughter bounced on the bed. "Name it Focksie," she said ecstatically.
"Focksie, eh?" I handed the plushie to her. "And do you want the one called Focksie?"
"Naw, dad, you keep it," she said, smiling softly. "It kinda makes you look happy."
Yep, Focksie really did make me happy. She was there when we went to Disney World, distinguishing herself from the other plushies that we bought there. She was even there when I got the call about the accident... I try not to think of it...
I am already distraught about the family fight. Outside my locked room, I hear the silverware shake as someone slams a fist down on the table. But as I sit here, typing away at the next chapter of my newest novel, I can't help but think back to the most distressed time of my life. The tears start to well up in my eyes, a crystal drop spills down my face... and I feel her soft paws on my shoulders.
I turn, slightly startled. There she is, smiling down at me. How does she do it?
"Focksie," I murmur, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"What's the matter?" she asks, voice filled with compassion.
It was a few days after my wife gave me the plushie when I stepped into the room to find a beautiful fox-morph laying on my bed. Scared me absolutely shitless. She was a genie... turning from a four-legged stuffed animal into a two-legged living being at a moment's whim... and she chose me for her suitor.
Now, as Focksie stares down at me, her delicate black-furred paws resting on my shoulders, I don't feel like crying. Her orange-brown fur is always soft and clean, her white-furred cheeks and chestplate dazzle like a newborn angel.
"Just thinking of the wife and kid," I say, sighing. "Wondering if I could have done anything."
"It wasn't your fault," she says, delicately sitting in my lap. Whenever she morphs, she always wears a red cloth around her body. Don't ask me where she got it, 'cause I sure as Hell can't tell you. She hugs me and we cuddle, feeling the warmth of our bodies.
"Your family going at it again?" she asks quietly, her ears perking as the yelling reaches a new fevered pitch.
"Yeah," I reply, wiping my eyes with a tissue.
She opens her mouth to say something, but instead she glances up towards the door. A soft mewl escapes her lips, and before I know what's happening, someone is banging on my door. It's my brother. I glance over my shoulder to find Focksie sitting on the bed, back in stuffed animal form. I open the door and my brother barges in, eyes wide.
"You have to come downstairs! Mom's bleeding!"
My mind races as I run down the stairs. How come the one who tries to keep the peace is the only one to get hurt? Mom is in the dining room, a deep gash in her forehead. She is dazed, confused.
"She tried to stop the fight and she fell on some broken glass," my brother explains frantically. "Ambulance is in route."
A few minutes later, we pile into my car as the paramedics lift my mother into the ambulance on a stretcher. The siren screams and we follow the shining lights into the darkness.
My father, evermore crabby, hits my headrest from the back seat. "Your mother is bleeding and all you can think about is grabbing your damn teddy bear?"
I look in the rear view mirror and see that he is holding Focksie.
"That's impossible," my brother says, surprised, "I was with him the entire time and he didn't go back to his room."
"Then how the Hell did it get in here?" my father sneers, "He only has one."
I only sigh, not even bothering to start explaining Focksie's True Form. We finally reach the hospital and a paramedic rushes Mom to the Emergency Room.
A nurse stops us from following, asking us to stay in the lounge. During the grueling two-hour wait, I drink two sodas, eat three candy bars, scribble a few words for my novel, and watch two stupid talk shows. When the nurse finally comes, it is close to ten o'clock.
"She is ready to see you now," the nurse says, smiling.
My brother, who had been pacing for the entire two hours, looks up solemnly. We all rise from our stupor and follow the attendant to my mother's room.
Mom is sitting on the bed, and wouldn't you know it, she is holding Focksie.
"It was nice of you to bring your stuffed animal here for me. When I regained
consciousness, she was there to cheer me up."
My sister looks up at me. "When did you bring that in here?"
A doctor steps into the room, interrupting her. "She required ten stitches. They should be ready to come out in a week or so. Take Tylenol if you feel any pain and call me if there are any complications. You can leave as soon as you sign out at the nurse's desk."
The trip home is surprisingly quiet to say the least. Mom holds Focksie and, for once, my siblings are not battling. When we finally get home, I show my guests to their rooms. I spend some time with Mom and bring her some Tylenol. I listen to Dad bitch about my siblings. I listen to my sister complain about some man 'playing' her. Finally, I go downstairs and practice a few T'ai Chi Ch'uan exercises and meditate. When I get back upstairs, all the lights are out and my family is asleep. I go to my room, quietly close the door, and flick on the light.
And that's when I finally break down. I bury my head in the bedspread, shaking uncontrollably. Where is my Focksie now? Where is sh... There she is, sitting in my chair in her True Form. This time she doesn't even speak, just calmly stares at me.
I hide my face from her as the words spill from my lips. "I have nothing. I know they died miles from here, but..."
"What do you mean you have nothing?" Focksie asks softly, resting her head on her paw.
I pause for a minute. "Well, my life is terrible. I have no one, my book deals are keeping my head just barely above water, and my family hates each other. My wife and kid died in an accident while I sat right here. Why couldn't I die with them?"
"Don't say that!" Focksie bangs her paw down on the chair. "You have a lot more than you think. If you just stop feeling sorry for yourself and look to the future, you will see your gifts. Do you think your wife and cub would have wanted you to be sitting here like this?"
"So why can't you use your magic to just bring them back?" I yell back. As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back.
Focksie slightly shook her muzzle. "I would if I could for you. But... they're no more. Their spirits have returned to Nature's pool."
I look up slightly. Focksie is staring at me, shaking her head dejectedly. "Besides, you should know that you have me."
My eyes glance over her beautiful body, resting on her soft, bushy tail laying over the side of the chair. "I don't think I deserve you. You are always there for me, but I never do anything for you."
"What are you talking about?" Focksie looks at me with raised eyelids as she slides off the chair and crawls over to me. "You were the one who taught me what love is."
I am more than genuinely confused now. "What are you talking about?"
She looks deeply into my eyes. What beautiful brown eyes she has... "You don't remember? When you kissed me?"
I breathe in sharply. That was before I knew Focksie could morph. My wife was frequently on business trips and I had a few drinks in me. I had the sudden urge to kiss something and that little stuffed fox had the cutest muzzle, so I kissed her. It felt pretty good with the soft fur. I had always hoped that the True Form Focksie wouldn't know about it.
"After that, I decided to show you my True Form," Focksie continues, "I've been a genie stuck in that form for longer than I can remember, and your kiss broke the spell. You saved me in that very moment. And that's how I knew... I saw that you really cared for me. Loved me."
I close my eyes and sigh. "I don't know what love is anymore."
Focksie hugs me tightly, surprising me. "Please don't say that."
I notice that she is sniffing, crying softly. "Hey, I'm sorry, Focksie. I just... don't feel anything anymore." I put my arms around her, noticing how warm her body feels.
In reality, she was the only reason that I didn't take my own life. She is the only thing on this planet that truly cares about me... and I had made her cry. She was right, I guess. I had to look to the future. Where was my life going? I had to ask the inevitable question.
"Focksie, are you real? Am I just imagining you? Am I insane?"
Focksie chuckles softly, rubbing my back with her short claws. "What do you think? Of course I am real. I believe that Mother Nature sent me to protect you. You see, sometimes good people with clean souls are misdirected down the wrong path and think that they are evil. They truly see the light, but they misinterpret it."
"So you're an angel?" I ask softly.
"Not really. I was a spirit, but I chose to enter Life." Focksie explains, looking up at me. "I decided to do this voluntarily. Mother Nature only asked me to take on a job on Earth, but what I didn't know was that I would be stuck in that plush form until someone who really needed me released my spirit into life. You came to me on your own volition."
"Yeah but... what makes me special enough for... that?" She never explained herself to me before.
Focksie pauses for a second. "Because I see who is truly inside. The true you."
Now it is my turn to chuckle. "Yeah, right. The true me, huh? The depressant dick of a man."
"Silly. Don't you see? You saw past my stuffed animal form. You saw and trusted the furson inside with your heart. I can see the person inside of you like you saw me. He is there and he is strong. But he has been drowned with hurt and pain. This is the man... whom I love."
Surprised, I look down at her and for the first time, our eyes meet. God, holding her... she feels like electricity in my hands. She always smells soft and exotic, but now I notice that there is something else there... As I touch her soft cheek, I pull her towards me and our lips touch. I... I cannot explain the emotions that flow through me as I kiss her soft, warm muzzle. We break and hold each other, basking in the silence.
"Teach me to bring the man inside of me out. I want to feel strong again. I want to be the one you love. I'm tired of feeling that pain that hounds me every single day."
Focksie smiles and sits up, making me feel slightly cold as she breaks our embrace. "The way to gain strength is to overcome one of your greatest fears. That is the only way."
I think for a second and understand exactly what she is talking about. For years, my greatest fear has been talking to my parents about my feelings. I look at Focksie dejectedly.
"Don't worry. I will be with you like always. Just talk to them."
I trust Focksie's words and leave my room. The first thing I realize is how late it is. I don't want to wake them up... Maybe I should wait... No! I will overcome my fears for Focksie. I walk to the room that my parents are in and hear my father's loud snoring. Sighing softly, I turn to head back to my room when something catches my eye. The moonlight is pouring through a window downstairs. I know that I always close my blinds, so I decide to investigate. I head downstairs and see my mother looking out the window.
"Mom? What are you doing here? You should be getting your rest."
She looks back at me. "Oh, I was just looking and thinking. My headache is going away. I kinda feel like something is keeping me awake."
I look down. "Mom, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure. Anything, son." She looks at me seriously.
My legs start to feel shaky, my stomach like it is about to hurl everything that I ate that night. I can't do this. I just can't...
Suddenly, I feel a spirit engulf my body. I feel like I'm not really there, like someone is leading me. It is Focksie... I'm sure of it. I feel stronger; she is finding the one she is looking for inside of me...
"Mom," I start confidently, "I haven't been doing well since Carol and Samantha died. I have been feeling depressed and confused. I don't know what to do..."
"Son, don't worry about anything. That's what I have been thinking about. Listen, I know that losing the ones that you love is extremely hard. But you cannot give up. You are my only child to graduate from college and you have potential. I know you will find your way. Besides, I feel that something is
looking out for you. Carol and Samantha got the chance to spend their time here on this planet with a man who loved them deeply. Who could ever ask for anything more?" She yawns slowly. "Boy, I feel tired all of a sudden. I'm heading back to bed. You get some rest, the morning comes early."
As she leaves, something clicks inside of me. I am stronger, I can hold my head up high. Carol and Samantha are not my burdens; they are my reason for living. I will look to the future. Looks like Focksie found the one she was searching for.
I quickly walk back to my room and stop in the door. Focksie is sitting on the bed, a white silk cloth loosely covering her body. "Was that all that hard?"
I laugh quietly. "Thank you for everything. Why should I fear my family when they care about me?"
Focksie stands up and walks over to me. As I hold her shoulders, I feel how soft and silky her beautiful fur feels. The soft scent I noticed before is still trailing her, a little stronger now.
"This is the person who I've been searching for. The person whom I gave up my life as a Seraph for. My only wish is that you teach me more than just about emotions on this planet."
What did she mean by that?
"You look confused," Focksie says, looking up at me.
"What did you just say?" I ask, trying to hide the surprise in my voice.
The gorgeous vixen smiles softly. "Well, c'mon. I've been a spirit for so long, I've gotta admit that I'm curious about the lure of the body. When was the last time you experienced... 'it'?"
I think for a minute. "Well, I jerk off occasionally..."
"Yeah, I know," Focksie says before quickly placing her paw over her mouth.
Both our cheeks redden as we laugh uncomfortably. Focksie lays her head on my chest.
"I'm sorry, I just hear you sometimes when I'm in stuffed animal form."
Another silence engulfs us until I start to tease Focksie's ears. "You see," she starts, "there are two distinct parts to true love. One is the emotional, mental feeling. The other are the feelings felt in sensual bliss. I've never had anyone... you know... make love to me... and I really trust you. I want you to be my... one."
I look over her voluptuous body slowly. She is shaking, eyes closed, and I can tell that she is embarrassed to be telling me this. Amazing. I feel important, necessary... wanted. I feel her heartbeat as her nervous black hand-paws continue to rub my back.
Yet I am stronger now. It's time to let her know my feelings like she did me. As she continues to tremble, I tenderly kiss her furred cheek. She stops trembling and again our eyes meet. She is so beautiful, so delicate... Our lips touch, lightly pressing together in our heat. I close my eyes and give myself to my Lover. Focksie tenderly tugs at my back as our kiss deepens. Her gentle lips part slightly, but her curious tongue is still a little shy. Our kiss slowly breaks and she mumbles something dreamily, laying her head on my shoulder. I kiss her neck and lightly nip her. She moans lightly, her breath teasing my ear. I move to her ears, massaging the fur. After a few moments of this, she moves her head and kisses me again, this time a little more restlessly. She eagerly explores my mouth as her tail wraps around my leg. She forces herself to pull away from me and looks back at the open door. A simple wave of her paw and the door suddenly closes all by itself. I watch her open-mouthed as she sits down on my bed.
"How did you do that?" I ask, pointing at the door.
She only smiles sultrily and pats the bed, motioning me to sit next to her. As I sit down, Focksie raises her paws to the sky. Suddenly, a gusty wind starts to blow outside.
"So your family won't hear anything and interrupt us," she says, smiling at the look on my face. The scent is getting stronger. She grabs my shirt and lies back against the bed, pulling me on top of her. We stare into each other's faces for a moment before kissing again, passions ablaze. Her legs move and open slightly, and the odd scent fills my nostrils. I find myself wishing that she wasn't wearing the silk garment. She nibbles my neck as I blow into her ear. We cuddle-play for a while, until finally the loose silk cloth slides partly up her midsection, exposing her... area. My eyes travel down to the new sight and she smiles lustily, noticing where I am looking. Dreamily, I run my finger through her vulva lips. She breaths in sharply and opens her legs, her tail dangling below her like a banner. I can't believe this... Her mound opens to reveal a beautiful pink pussy, delicate and wet. The sight makes my own member jump, and the scent of her heat causes it to throb uncomfortably. She starts to unbuckle my belt as I press my finger into her succulent cunny. She is pretty tight, but...
"I thought you said you were a virgin?"
"I am," she says softly, "You see..." She purrs loudly as I rub her clit, continuing when she regains her composure. "You see, Seraphs are built a little differently. No blood or anything."
She pulls my pants down and lets my boxers fall, staring at my standing manhood in awe and pushing me back on my knees to get a better view. I slowly slide my wet fingers from her as she crawls closer to my member, licking her lips. I only watch her in wonderment as she cups her hand over my sack and buries my cock in her mouth. Her hot mouth caresses my aching dick as her tongue lolls over the cock head, lapping up the precum that was rapidly appearing.
"Oh, Focksie," I gasp, grabbing her head and kneading her ears. I look up, suspended in the moment. "Ohhhh, Focksie!"
She pulls my cock out of her mouth and begins to blow cool air on my head. I... I cry out as more precum drips on the bed. Focksie licks up as much as she can and tries to catch it on her tongue. I slightly come to my senses as I look down at her.
"No, Focksie! Stop!" I said it louder than I wanted, and she falls back against the bed with a scolded puppy expression.
"What did I do wrong?" she asks carefully, her voice slightly cracking.
I immediately hug her tightly. "No, no, I didn't mean it that way. You haven't done anything wrong. That's the thing. You have always been there for me. Now it is my turn to give something to you, to give you dominance."
I lay back and pull her up until she is straddling my legs. I pull the silk cloth further up her body and position myself so she is sitting on my face. The aroma of her heat is overwhelming. Her soft pussy smells like sweet honey, enticing me further. She turns around and wraps her gorgeous tail around my neck, my nose noticing the alluring scent of her other orifice. She spreads her legs further, opening her lush rose and letting a few drops of sweet dew dance onto my tongue. Her erect clit is deep red and flush with her excitement. I gently tongue the nubbin, tasting the sweet residue. Focksie shivers in pleasure at my light touch. She tastes just as sweet as she smells, a soft sense of honey. I want more... I French kiss her netherlips, lightly fingering her rear. Focksie raises her head and utters a lustful mewl. She wraps her legs around my head, eagerly pulling me into her heat. I don't disappoint. I plunge my tongue into her deep cunny, lightly pinching her tail-hole. Her rear tenses as she starts to gently ride my mouth. Eyes closed, she softly moans to the heavens. I lightly run my finger around her vulva as I eagerly impale her on my tongue.
Focksie is in total bliss. She dreamily traces her short claws around my face and ears while trying to shove more of her pussy into my mouth. In her reverie, she arcs her back, letting the silk cloth slide off her aroused breasts. Her nipples stand ready at attention as her breasts sway with her motions. I slow my tonguing down a little, taking my time. Only when her breathing slows and her tail starts to lose its grip do I dive back in full force. This brings her close, I can tell because her pussy starts to tremor and she is quivering all over. She bends over, fully opening herself, and redoubles her efforts at sucking my member as the sound of distant thunder rumbles outside. This time she licks my head while she sucks, bringing me close... oh, so close... but before I brim over, my tongue finally finds its charm and she raises her head, howling to the beyond. I let her ass massage my thumb as I continue to drink her love juices. She orgasms for what feels like an eternity, all the while screaming, "I love you... Ohh, yesss... Yiff me... Yiff my cunny..."
Finally, her squeezes on my tongue start to weaken, and she lays her head on my stomach. In her afterglow, I feel a few warm tears fall onto my tummy, which she kisses off. She turns around and our eyes meet, two lovers engaging on a spiritual plane. I hold her closely and we lay down on the bed. We rub each other's backs longingly, and I start to softly suck on one of her nipples like a cub.
She closes her eyes and murrs calmly, the wind outside diminishing. "Thank you, lover. I have never experienced anything like that."
I continue to suckle contentedly as I glance up into her eyes. "Truth be told
that this is just the beginning..."
Focksie looks down at me as I lick her aroused nipple. She sighs, sitting up and straddling my legs, letting my cock press against her ass as she caresses my leg with her tail. She places her black hand-paws on my shoulders, leaning forward and letting our tongues touch as she whispers into my mouth. "Tease me, yiff your li'l vixen... Show me what it means to be naughty..."
I shudder, running my hands through her backfur and whispering back into her mouth. "Let me show you how much I love you..."
Focksie raises her rear up slightly and opens her netherlips with one of her hand-paws, letting a few drops of her nectar drip on my burning cock. One more passionate kiss and she starts to lower herself, stopping as my member touches her opening. She looks down at the tender parts and smiles before locking her eyes with mine. Focksie continues to stare deeply into my eyes as she allows me to enter her, smoothly moving inside of her. A flinch of pain shudders through her and she pulls up slightly, and after a minute she returns her passionate stare as she slowly... God, so slowly... sits further down. I... I cannot even begin to explain the feelings that run through me... Her tightness... her richness... The heat and wetness massaging my length...
She stops and raises her head slightly, her pussy suddenly tightening around my rigid member. It wasn't an orgasm, but instincts get the best of me and I thrust up twice. She cries out softly in pain, and tears well up in her eyes... right before a small smile crosses her face. She giggles lightly and slides down to the base of my cock, filling herself completely. I watch her dreamily, breathing slightly erratic as I await her next move. She looks down and tickles my balls with one paw, steadying herself with the other and pumping my dick once. She smiles and murrs, proud of herself. I cannot hold on much longer... I thrust gently into her, our crotches meeting thoroughly. She looks up to the heavens for a moment before glancing back down, growling lustfully to show me that she was ready. So it begins... I grab her rear and move with her, filling her heat with every one of her pumps.
She moans my name, her juices coating my cock. "Fill me, lover. Yessssssss.... Love your little vixen's pussy..."
I cry out in pleasure, kneading her rear more restlessly. She moves her tail, teething my neck and licking my ear passionately, whispering breathily. "Am I naughty yet, lover? Gods, please!!"
My mouth is watering... her cunny's tight massage becoming intensely pleasurable, squeezing me in so many right places... I rub her clit with my hand, causing her to yell out and force herself down on me powerfully. As her juices drip off my balls, I wet my fingers and begin rubbing her rear area a little more... sensuously. She keeps riding my thrusts as she looks behind her curiously.
"What are you thinking, lover?" she moans softly.
I only look at her hornily, pressing my finger against her tight rear hole. She perks an eyebrow and licks my nose... right before I push my finger inside her tail-hole. A little resistance... and my finger is inside her pucker as it squeezes with her thrusts. She gasps loudly, her eyes growing wide for a moment.
"I like... that," she says suddenly, raising her ass and pulling my finger deeper
into her rear. "I like that a lot..."
I... I... Oh, Gods, I can't say anything back- All I can do is gasp, her firm grip enchanting me... Sss.. I can never... n-n-never explain the feelings that are running through me right now. Pressing up inside of Focksie over and over, feeling her muscles tense, her pussy wanting to squeeze the cum right out of my dick! Pulling back for another powerful thrust, only to feel her force her slickness down, her body wanting it, a million emotions on her face- our midsections touching, fur to skin, feeling like sexual electricity... All while her ass quivers firmly around my fingers, oh so fucking tight! GODS! NEVER can I ever, ever explain....
The thunder outside is roaring now, shaking the windows with its intensity- but we aren't paying attention. Focksie is nearly screaming in ecstasy now, her mouth salivating... Suddenly, she grabs my shoulders and clenches her teeth... I start to feel power flow through my body. Sorcery! She is using magic! I feel power rush through my arms and legs, collecting at my feet and hands. My body starts to glow with the gold magic, all except around my dick. The magic seems to hesitate going there, holding back for a moment... I yell out, thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast as I can. Suddenly, her pussy opens completely for a moment of peace...
Focksie digs her claws into my back, raising herself as she screams out, the depths of her ass squeezing my digits. Sweet orgasms tear through her, her pussy squeezes my dick so hard I cannot breath.
"YIFF ME! Y... Sweet Nature, Yess! YESS!!!"
She screams and orgasms again, the golden magic in my body standing completely still. My dick hurts so badly, yearning... yearning! Suddenly, all the magic in my body rushes towards my cock. What's happening? I raise my hips as my member starts to glow with the golden light, magic traveling up my stalk, squeezing my balls...
My mouth opens... I yell so loudly that no sound comes out, my body shuddering like a powerful seizure... I thrust up hard as I cum, raising her off the bed as thick semen sprays along with the magic into her depths. I yell out again as I continue to spray inside of her, my dick still craving to give her more... draining my nuts of every last drop of sticky nut... My balls strain as I still cum, her own passionate cries drowning out the thunder outside. Her tight contractions still massage me as I pinch and rub her nipples with my hand...
I start to shiver as my thighs relax, lowering her back down to the bed. We are both panting now as our orgasms slowly, slowly dissipate. Focksie collapses on my chest, her breathing harsh. I only knead her neck softly.
"Oh my God," I mumble softly, trembling occasionally as Focksie moves around my member.
I feel something wet on my chest and Focksie looks up at me, teardrops welled up in her eyes. As they start to spill, my own tears run down my face and off my chin. Tears of joy, tears of satisfaction- tears of love. She lays speechless, the silence declaring our love. I lick the salty tear off her face and our foreheads touch, eyes closed. Outside, the rumble of thunder sounds distant, the occasional flash of lightning not so bright anymore. We kiss so delicately- so very delicately, before Focksie presses her muzzle up underneath my chin, sighing softly. Still connected, we hold each other and allow our tired bodies to rest.
It is morning and sunrays beam into my window. I wake up feeling slightly chilly... Where's Focksie? I stand up, noticing the musky scent of our mingled juices in the bedsheets, and look around the room. Nope- not even in stuffed animal form. The door is open... I walk over and grab the knob, looking down the hall- conveniently forgetting that I am still stark naked. I hear a flush and the door to the bathroom opens... Focksie peeps out, checking both ways. She is wearing a huge T-shirt that my brother gave me, coming all the way down to her knees. By the way her breasts move as she quickly pads back to my room, that is all she is wearing... She flounces into my room cutely, closing the door behind her and throwing her arms around me.
"Good morning, lover," she says with a slightly giddy tone as she presses her lips against mine.
"Mmmm... Focksie..." I moan into her mouth.
Focksie giggles lightly and looks down. "Morning bone, eh?"
I blush, noticing for the first time that I am naked.
"Oh, that's a good thing," she says flirtatiously, softly shaking her hips, "at least we know that you can still get it up."
I smile and kiss her deeply, her paw nonchalantly reaching out and grabbing my robe off the chair. "You're going to need this... Your brother is coming."
As soon as she says this, there is a knock on the door, and 'poof,' she is back into plushie form. I chuckle and open the door for my brother.
"That," he starts, "was one helluva storm last night! Just wanted to tell you that one of the rumbles was so loud that it broke a window downstairs."
"Ah, windows break."
My brother glances at me with an odd look, noticing my new laissez-faire attitude. "Well... um... everybody's packed and we're ready to leave now."
"Leaving? Already?" I walk down the stairs to see my family ready with their coats on.
"Yeah," my brother mumbles, "I've gotta work, sis has a court date tomorrow, and mom needs her rest. Don't worry, we already had breakfast."
"Well, it was great having you all!" I walk to my sister and hug her. "Hope your relationships turn out better." She gives me an odd look.
I walk over to my father and hug him as well. "Well, pops, see you next time."
"What's come over you?" my mom asks.
My brother chuckles under his breath. "He's acting like he's been laid."
Both my mother and my sister give him dirty looks and he quickly apologizes, grabbing their luggage. My family spends the next few minutes saying their good-byes before embarking on their own separate routes. As I watch them leave from the open door, I hear a sound and smile as Focksie pads up behind me and wraps her black-furred hand paws around my waist, laying her head on my shoulders and sighing.
"They're finally gone. Now I don't have to shape shift so much..."
I turn around and kiss her, licking her tongue. She -mmms- lightly and snaps her fingers, using her magic to shut the front door.
"You really gotta learn to close doors," she says jokingly.
I tackle her playfully, pushing her down on the carpeted floor and lightly
poking her stomach. "Evil little girl! You broke a window last night with your thunderstorm scheme."
Focksie slits her eyelids and smiles up at me seductively with a small laugh. "Yes, I've been such a bad li'l vixen... I should be punished. I think maybe I should be... Hmmm..."
"Impaled?" I ask with my own devilish smile.
Focksie laughs a little more and pulls up the T-shirt, lustfully presenting
herself...