FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A/N Start:

Yeah, a one-off story. I'm sure you have come in with expectations or concerns.

Wouldn't be right without the good old:

Adult themes ahead, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.

Alright, have fun (or cry).

I do not own Palworld or its characters. This is a fan-made story based on the game's setting, Palpagos Islands, and includes Pals from the franchise, as well as a custom male character.

A/N End

"Uh… okay then." I reiterated for the umpteenth time. My farewells had proven more lackluster than I cared to admit, and it was beginning to annoy me.

"J, are you sure you don't want to stay a night, think stuff over? We know you're capable, we just don't see the rush." My ex-leader, exuberant as ever, made it a point to dip each of his words in a pool of upsetedness. He wouldn't be the 'kind' and 'caring' leader everyone revered if he didn't make sure to demonstrate the value he saw in members, plus the great despair it put him through to see someone leave.

At least, I was trying to leave.

I wanted to say, "Edward, fuck this. I'm out," but such behavior would ruin my scheme. Most members of the "Ragtag Legends" were grunts, corralled by a couple jock mouthed influencers. Edward was one of those jocks, currently present at the clan's single base, whereas others were out conducting tasks or meandering on-site. This meant Edward needed to show himself, which I wished to exploit.

If this were a regular clan, and I were met with a moment where I chose to live out on my own and no longer with friends, a simple parting gift would probably go unasked for. In this case, I was about to leave with nothing. Everything belonged to the clan, even if a majority of tools, medicines, and supplies were organized by me, and crafted. I wasn't going to just take what I wanted. I was confident in my ability to establish myself, yet held out hope he would demonstrate his generosity to a parting member in front of others.

However, Edward never did like me. I was stoic, efficient, and upbeat. My ideas were always better than his, which wasn't too hard but the takeaway from that was I made him look bad. Despite my efforts and contributions, Edward filtered all of my success onto his conceited shoulders, taking the clan's compliments and crediting himself however he could for its continued success.

With me coming out of the picture, he was both happy and nervous. He wasn't going to give me a thing if I left, yet didn't want me to depart.

"J!" Someone, whose name I couldn't recall, walked up to me. Alongside her was a Wixen, holding a steaming cloth bundle. The only thing I remembered about this pair was saving them from a starved flock of Nitewings.

"We wanted to wish you luck..." The short girl nudged Wixen, who brazenly held the cooked goods out to me. Wixen was like a fire elemental cat mage, the cloak and magic hat a solid giveaway. A fiery pompom crackled atop the end of her hat, contrasting against eyes that shone like a pool of mana. Her white fur complimented red clothing, accented with orange by the chest piece that puffed out, as well as the underside of her clothing. I grabbed the bag, watching her ashen claws reflexively loosen up and pull back, her dimples pulling back into a small smile. Excitement, nerves, perhaps both were revealed by the brushing of her furry white tail.

Why are pals so tall...?

"I-it's food, for your journey." The girl's foot pressed into the ground, rotating left and right on her heel. I immediately felt bad, a sense of responsibility clinging to me toward what would happen to the poor folks who stuck around here. I gave a small smile, both to her and Wixen, stepping to the left and blocking Edward from my sight.

"Thanks, you two," I started aloud, looking at the contents of the food for a couple of seconds before tucking it away. My voice lowered, wanting to address the lost look in the girl's eyes. Wixen more so seemed content, though wanted her friend to express herself fully and kept looking down encouragingly.

"Wixen says thank you too. We won't forget your help." Upon being spoken for, Wixen's eyes darted with shock, between me and her. Her tail flicked with energy, feeling prompted to confirm this, and with anxious gusto, embraced me.

I was six feet tall, yet found myself at this creature's chest. I was caught off guard by affectionate gestures from pals at times. Sometimes it felt natural, and other times, my brain would keep replaying certain parts over and over; this was one of those moments.

The way her stance widened, a padded paw gracefully sliding in an outward arc. The same twitch in her claws, this time taking instead of giving as her arms outstretched with surprising reach. She barely had to lean forward to pull me in. Her gaze felt as possessive as the gesture, any shyness I had speculated seconds ago replaced with a well-hidden desire to express her gratitude.

A weird part of me found the behavior suggestive, though would never dare hint at having the thought. My heart merely skipped a beat before leaning into her pull, arms wrapping around the waist and patting around her lumbar. Beneath the cloak was a surprisingly firm torso.

"Don't stay here too long." My voice was hushed, muffled by Wixen's body, and catching only the intended ears. Both she and the girl, wanting to follow me immediately, hesitantly acknowledged my words. The girl stared almost helplessly at me, whilst unbeknownst to everyone, Wixen's hand gripped downwards and brushed my ass.

As I moved back quickly, Edward looked confusedly at me when he saw how my eyes were wide in surprise. However, he quickly brushed this off.

"This is from me," it was gear Edward happened to be holding: some pal orbs and a pickaxe. I took these things, nodding at him. My attention mostly remained on Wixen, eyeing me with determination. Where the hell had this sudden interest in me arose?

Not wishing to be rude, I waved shyly in front of the three of them, nodding and breathing deeply. I had gotten enough to start this journey and certainly didn't need to give those two time to commit to following me, nor for Edward to plot something.

One thing I also had handy was a Pal. Once the base was out of sight, I fished the orb out of my pocket and released its inhabitant. Shimmering into view was an Eikthyrdeer. I technically wasn't supposed to have him, all Pals were the clans, but Edward could suck it up. I wasn't even sure he'd notice, plus I had caught this Pal myself.

"Pmmf!" He stomped his hoof a couple of times, ready for me to stop thinking and standing idly. It was a sunny afternoon, light reflecting off his white underbelly and chest to create a yellow hue. His turquoise nose twitched curiously, already aware that this was out of the norm for me to take him out at this time.

"Time to ditch the dump," I hummed, mounting his royal purple back. Eikthyrdeer was elated, familiar with my trash talk of the clan and having experienced it in some ways when I wasn't around. It was nice the Pals understood human speech pretty well. It made this moment a bit more relatable and the trips out of base a bit more interesting.

"Unless you want to go back to Edward." The corners of my lips tugged into a smirk as his eyes flashed with an anger that made his red irises look dangerous. He immediately bucked forward and urged me to hold on, huffing and taking off into the plains.

"Yeah, me neither," I huffed in return. My attention lingered briefly on areas around us: grass, trees, bodies of water, mountains, a scenic mix that seemed very providing. The only problem was Edward's existence around this area.

While running in a general direction, I opened my Paldeck and viewed the map. A volcanic area in the bottom left corner, glacial on the opposite side, and some desert spots connected to the forest areas. Forest was my most favored, and there was thankfully a lot of it, though I decided to look for an in-between.

Within a solid hour of traveling, we found ourselves near a beachside. A mountain divided an elevated woodland area that rested above, whereas down the shoreline was a desert scape that howled with the wind. While traveling, I gathered some berries, meat, and wood, and caught two Pals: Pengullet, and Foxparks.

Work began quickly. The sun warned I only had a few moments of help from my Pals before they'd want to sleep. I built a pal box atop some wooden foundation, not bothering to set up walls and focusing on the flooring. At first, a house on the beach seemed cool, but I quickly realized how uneven it would be. Instead, I chose a cliffside view, staring down upon the beach with easy access to it through a trail that winded downwards.

The top of the cliff yielded stone, coal, ore, and wood all together. I made a chest and some beds right before nightfall hit, and my Pals went to their three beds to rest. Wiping sweat from my brow, the salty cool breeze called out to me.

I shook my head, wanting to at least make a refrigerator to store the food I had gathered. Without help, this took a little while, the moon creeping to its peak. Once done, I proudly looked around at the start of my base, which accommodated for storage, my pals, food, and basic levels of production.

Someone I quickly began to miss as I scanned the area was Leezpunk. He was a chill purple lizard that sported a black hoodie. I had caught one that raided the base long ago, finding out that they resided in the Southwest region where I hadn't even ventured. They were in a beach area similar to the one I was near, leading me to wonder if they possibly dwell where I was.

Energy was still pumping through me. If I could catch one or something nocturnal, then things would operate much smoother. I walked off from the base, leaving my bed untouched and traveling down the cliffside path. Excitement beat in my chest. The beach always was a fun site. Hearing the waves from afar filled me with a sense of serenity and adventure.

Chilling sand hit my toes, having lost the sun's warmth long ago. I ran out into the middle of the beach, looking around like someone who had excitedly burst into a store's opening debut. To my disappointment, I didn't find anything that interested me along my travels. As I went further and further, I looked behind me at the cliff, its peak dimly glowing orange where my campfire had been set up.

Feeling brave, I went into the desert that wasn't far off. Looking at my Paldeck, it informed me that I had arrived at a new location, Twilight Dunes. The first thing I noticed was that the Pals around here were pretty high-level. This cut my night short when another realization struck me.

I didn't bring any Pals with me.

As if to make the thought any more rattling, I heard something scamper behind me. My peripherals caught only shadows, trying as fast as it could to follow the source of the sound. My steps in the sand started to feel heavy. If I were to run from something, I wasn't going to be as fast as I could be on grass.

This was no time for thinking. I ran as soon as I realized my situation. What had danced in my side view wasn't just a trick of the eye. A shadow escaped into the mountains ahead of me. If my gut hadn't told me a pair of eyes was watching me, I would have thought the mysterious figure had run ahead and away, but something told me my movements were being monitored.

My feet pounded into the beach, sand kicking up behind me and garnishing the ground in sprinkles. It sounded very loud, but I didn't care. Whatever it was following me was all too aware and choosing not to approach. All I could stare at was the orange light at the top of the cliff. It was over a mile away, but I did not stop running.

Whatever it was had lost interest in me, I assumed, because I eventually made it back in one piece. My chest heaved, my body hunched over, and I had to collect myself for a few moments as sweat dripped off my chin. The night air lapped at my skin, making the drops of sweat that tried to keep me cold beyond so.

I welcome the chilling rush, ripping my shirt off and resting my arms on my knees as I hunched in front of the campfire. Just as a deep breath flowed throughout me, it hitched in my throat when I heard a squeak.

Looking up in disbelief, I prepared to glance around the campfire and meet my pursuer, who I assumed had followed me the whole way here. Instead, I saw Pengullet.

"He-" My voice stopped. Pengullet wasn't at all acknowledging my presence, in fact, his eyes were glazed over.

Had he come back from the forest?

There was no reason for him to be out there, in the dark. It served him no purpose, and I doubted he'd willingly go out there to work this late at night, nor would I order such a thing. Beneath his flipper, something reflected light from the campfire. As he hopped up onto the foundation, I realized it was a bottle. He absentmindedly dropped it, waddling to bed and immediately folding. The rise and fall of his form told me he was asleep already.

I walked over and grabbed the empty bottle. It was open, consumed, and reeked of medicinal quality.

"Suspicious juice," I whispered aloud in thought. None of this explained what happened, at least nothing I knew about. Did Pengullet see a chest or something shiny during a waking moment? Did someone drug my Pal in my absence? There seemed no reason to do so, but my skepticism during the sprint back to base had me on high alert.

Perhaps he just found something shiny and consumed it idiotically.

The thought, though amusing, didn't reassure me completely. The last thing that crossed my mind was my chest. I hadn't locked it yet, so checked it and found that nothing had been stolen. This prompted me to put a lock on it, helping me calm down slightly as I trudged over to bed. While walking toward there, something caught my attention that spawned another surge of adrenaline.

Breadcrumbs were on the floor, surrounding my bed. I leaned over to pick up a piece. With a sniff and taste, I picked up on a sweetness that led to one deduction: someone had eaten cake around my bed.

"Snap!"

I flinched and my eyes momentarily squeezed shut. Jerking behind me, I saw something run off. The only thing I could make out was what looked like a prehensile tail that swished swiftly as the creature turned to flee.

"...Fuck," I breathed out, shaking my head and standing up fully. My hand gripped my heart, acknowledging annoyedly the amount of unwelcome excitement coursing through me. Though tired, I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep the rest of the night. Whatever had followed me back seemed gone, but I decided to wait the night out. I cleaned the mess up, as well as my bed sheets, due to a stain that I hadn't remembered being there. It wasn't going to clean itself by merely thinking though, and by the end of the night, I had dry sheets hung over a tree branch, as well as some structural additions to the base.

Walls, open windows, a door, and a roof amounted to a cozy dwelling. It was spacious, and housed my bed, whereas outside was a deck that stretched around the building's perimeter. A thatch roof hung overhead, most of its space empty currently, but showing promise as it held three Pal beds and could easily support more.

Corralling Pals inside was a pain, plus they seemed to like sleeping outside much more. My sense of accomplishment was quickly followed by exhaustion. With perfect timing, my Pals arose from slumber. I trusted I had enough food for them to eat in the basket, though didn't have an idea of what they'd do throughout the day.

Reluctantly, I did what I needed to create a logging site and stone pit, placing them near some storage containers. Eikthyrdeer seized this opportunity to begin accumulating wood. The stone pit made me aware that none of my Pals could gather stone. Too tired to care, I chalked that up as a problem for future me, believing I had left enough for my Pals to work with through the day. Lastly, I assigned Pengullet to the fridge and topped off the campfire with raw berries for cooking. Foxpark quickly got the memo and I dragged my feet to bed.

Thoughts about the many tasks that awaited me only made my body more exhausted. My eyelids quickly resigned, and by the time I was awake, it was nighttime. I could hear my Pals snoozing, swinging my legs from the bed, and eagerly scoping the scene.

Wood was piled up around the logging pit. Tons of berries were cooked, to which I transported some into the food bin, then the refrigerator, and pocketed some for myself. It took a bit of tidying, but I quickly cleaned the workspace of everyone's efforts, looking proudly at my sleeping Pals.

I'll have to make a hot tub soon.

I looked up at the moon, beaming down at me from the middle of the sky. My sleeping schedule was questionable, but with a newly established independence, I found myself not caring. Progress was progress, and there was plenty to do, even during the night.

I desperately needed a nocturnal Pal, which I decided was my first goal. I didn't want to take any of my sleeping Pals out with me, which meant I simply wouldn't go to the Twilight Dunes where I had spotted high-level Pals.

A torch and metal axe instilled me with confidence as I set out into the forest. I simply needed to capture more pals, and then begin developing my base and its operations. Having run a base in the past, I already met many requirements that would usually slow progress, possessing many useful blueprints and methods that accelerated the development process.

Within a few minutes, I caught a Chikipi that was caught by surprise, then successfully weakened and captured a Daedream; my first nocturnal companion. Daedream was a bit injured, however, floating beside me exhausted after being caught, staring with somewhat of a scowl.

Her imp-like, colorful features were ethereal. If not for the celestial hair, her black body would blend easily into the night, though I supposed the bright red eyes would stick out like a sore thumb.

"That frown will be upside down soon enough," I said with a wink. She crossed her arms, her pride injured at having lost our scuffle and getting caught. I walked forward and gestured with the tilt of my head for her to follow.

"I'll give you a couple of days to see how you like my base, and get to know my friends. I like to consider myself interesting enough to want to live around," As I talked, Daedream listened thoughtfully, though maintained a glare that began to seem forced.

"You're not the first Pal to give me a hard time after being caught. Give it some time though." What I didn't add was that I'd leave her with the choice of leaving my base, should she despise my way of living.

Some Pals adjusted quickly and even embraced my style of living. Productivity, relaxation, it all came in a balance. I liked to believe I presented a harmony that many Pals were drawn to. In cases where Pals didn't adjust well, I'd end up releasing them. It wasn't worth the dampener on me or their mood, having a Pal who was miserably abiding by a new way of life.

Like with the Wixen and the girl, there was something to be said about the Pal and human relationships. My and other humans' intellect, our ability to organize and create collaborative spaces, and making use of many unique Pal's abilities, composed a charm that I noticed many Pals embraced. It was as if aside from living naturally, they had gained access to using their powers in a way they never needed to, harmonizing with us and feeling useful in ways they otherwise never would have felt.

These takeaways brought forth a cognizance that reflected on the humans involved. For a positive system to be possible, the aforementioned openness I exercised toward recruiting willing Pals, versus being a stone-cold, self-centered leader, heavily determined the types of lives Pals could have the opportunity of exploring.

"My base isn't much, so don't judge me too harshly. I just left a jerk named Edward who was running the previous clan I contributed to." Daedream listened curiously, looking around the area for my base. Perhaps she was ready, and I decided it would be best if she ate and rested up before I got myself into trouble.

"Why don't I show you around, then you can recover and get situated?" I stopped walking, turning back towards home and facing her fully.

Suddenly, her expression had morphed. It was hostile, prepping an attack directed at me. My mouth opened to say something but decided against it, reactively folding my knees as I fell back with a painful lean and caught myself with my hands.

Daedream released a dark sphere that flew over me. Sinking into the ground and rolling over, I immediately realized that her gaze was focused behind me. A mere two feet from me, the attack exploded against a Pal who had been right behind us.

A familiar tail, pink and twitching agitatedly, spun in a circle with the Pal's twist. Producing incredible force, Daedream was smacked to the side and tumbled across the ground, crying out and going silent. I couldn't bear to watch the tumble, knowing she was unconscious from that. I recalled her with a Pal orb, stumbling back and getting up.

With fierceness, I jabbed my torch in front of me and shone it knowingly at the figure, recognizing it as the thing that had pursued me last night. The torch crackled and flickered, whooshing at my panicked movement as the light revealed a set of slender, pink reptilian legs.

This thing is tall...

My breaths quieted, wanting to make myself less threatening and gaining the impression that this was not a battle I wished to initiate. The Pal had to be almost ten feet tall, causing me to almost fall back as I stared upward. Romantic innuendos adorned her body, the first I recognized being a heart-shaped patch that covered the female's crotch. The patch connected to a cloth that streamed along her underside and connected to two purple and pink tassels that flowed behind her, resting on the ground. They slithered back and forth, moving along with her thick swaying hips.

Just as her waist thickened outwards, her body curved back in. A four-fingered hand rested on her hip, the other hand open and hovering beside her. Her hanging hand lingered openly, thumb brushing against her index finger. Up her belly, was a creamy white, surrounded by a light pink. The subtle colors allowed for her hot pink accents of fur to stand out greatly. A heart-shaped tuft appeared on her chest, large and teasing the contents within. Despite being unrevealing, the suggestiveness and contrast begged you to stare at the vibrant features hiding questionable parts of her body.

My eyes briefly made contact with hers. Half-lidded, eyelids a darker shade of pink, lashes naturally long and black, framed around a purple set of orbs that stared down at me inquisitively. Her muzzle clashed in color, the top part light pink and the bottom part connected to the white that ran down her body. A streak of hot pink ran along the topside and over her head, between two thin ears that poked up like squishy antennae.

As soon as her muzzle twitched, sharp teeth showing slightly, lips turning up, and I looked down. Her calves were naturally thinner than her hams, and I noticed how tight her skin seemed to hug her body and accentuate her muscles. The bones in her feet especially stood out. I could see the carpal structure connected to her three toes shift as her feet pointed at me, digging into the ground.

She was shifting her weight forward, looming and resting both hands on her hips. Her chest alone cast a shadow beneath her belly, wiggling with a hinted firmness that suggested what lay beneath that tuft of fur.

My experiences handling wild Pals were nothing like this, feeling a level of intellect grab hold of my chest and squeeze tightly. I maintained my stare and stood up to back away.

While doing so, she watched with... amusement. My predicament was only becoming worse as I analyzed the situation. I had no Pals capable of fighting and had dropped my axe at some point. It glowed against the light of my torch, though the thought of battling with an axe against a Pal I was pretty sure came from the Twilight Dunes, was a stupid one.

As she sauntered in circles around me, I aimed my Paldeck towards her and looked for information. She didn't even flinch as I did this, eyeing my torch and actions curiously.

Lovander

"Seeking a night of love, it is always chasing someone around. At first, it only showed interest in other Pals, but in recent years even humans have become a target of its debauchery."

Was this entry serious? Debauchery? My Paldeck dropped to my side, to which Lovander's eyes gleamed gleefully. She could sense my realization, and it amused her! Quickly, her hand opened up more, fingers curling in readiness to grab something.

I flinched, and she stopped, smirking and reaching behind her. The cape behind her head shifted slightly as she grabbed something that hung from her tail. My lips pursed, frowning as she waited to reveal what she had grabbed, savoring my reaction.

Another thing I had read was that she was exceptional at Medicine, Handiwork, Transporting, and could Mine. More importantly, she worked during the night. Looks aside and the current state of my safety in question, this was a useful Pal I wanted to have around. Uncertainty complimented that desire, not sure if her dynamic would suit me and other Pal's day-to-day lives.

Behind her gaze that relished in the control she wielded, was pride in her power. She didn't seem like the type who would want to live with me and be productive. Her reason for following me here left a wild feeling in me that reminded me weirdly of my interaction with Wixen, though this was much more severe.

"I apologize about Daedream," my hands came up, and she tilted her head as I began to speak. What else was I to do but stall, whilst she teased me and I considered running?

"Then again, it was you who followed me yesterday, wasn't it?" I added this questioningly. Lovander made a humming sound, thinking of my words in a drawn-out manner. Upon sensing my growing anxiousness, her smile only grew.

Yanking one of her hands out, she revealed what was being hidden and caused me to flinch again. Lovander snickered as my brow furrowed, recognizing immediately what was in her hand.

"That's... my shirt," I stated flatly. Lovander wiggled it subtly, guiding it to her nose and inhaling deeply. The sound of her deep huff caused me to shiver, noting how small the cloth looked in her clutches as she hungrily devoured my scent.

Then, slowly, she held the shirt in front of her and ripped it in half, revealing her face behind the fabric. There was an immense desire in the sultry gaze that had formed behind her actions.

It was painfully clear to me now what had happened to Pengullet last night. I didn't spare much thought over it though, taking another step back and twisting my foot to run.

My fear excited Lovander greatly. With extreme speed and agility, she stepped forward and flung her tail out with great reach. It slapped my hand that gripped the torch dearly. As it flew from my grasp and hovered in the air, her hand caught the wooden shaft. It crunched under her powerful grasp, stunning me at the powerful display while my eyes locked in on the flickering light, praying for the inevitable to not happen.

Of course, she leaned forward and with a powerful huff, blew out the flame. Where the flame left, purple eyes shone in a dreadful darkness that welcomed me to Lovander's twisted games. Her playful stare told me one thing.

Run.

Spots in my vision challenged my ability to navigate the forest as I charged uphill. All I could see were remnants of the torch's light, struggling to distinguish what were trees in the forest versus remnants of the torch.

Lovander chittered with delight, giving into the chase. She was way taller than me, way more powerful, and she knew that. Ripping my shirt was a promise, and I had seen it in her eyes. My base wasn't too far, but what did it matter? None of my current Pals were capable of fighting her, and I didn't have the gear I needed for a battle like this. I was lucky enough that she didn't seem the violent type, but violence still wasn't completely off the table.

With a morbid acceptance, I turned to face her, despite it being the last thing I wanted to do. My eyes had adjusted somewhat, and as I pivoted on my heel in a hasty half-circle, met her outstretched hands. I responded with my own, batting both out of the way. However, her hands followed my motions, grabbing each of my arms with superiority. I grunted and used her strength, tightening my core and lifting a leg to kick her back.

Lovander trilled at this, beyond delighted by my struggle. She met my knee before I could even get a foot up, absorbing the blow with ease using her hip. It was too late to pull back. Though every muscle tensed in retaliation, her grip was firm, and I was too close to make any vast movements.

Her grip strength was too tight. Any resistance prompted her to squeeze until I loosened up. This response to my struggles prompted me to lessen my thrashing, too wary of the repercussions of having a fractured bone, should I continue.

This was a defining moment for Lovander. Her prey, submitting, making it easier for her to indulge in her desires. My head had stopped jerking, leaving only my chest to heave as she soaked in my defeated form.

Taking a step forward, her legs pushed into mine and they were forced to lose balance. Sheer strength held up my body as Lovander leaned us downward, an arm wrapping behind my back. Though this freed one of my hands, I didn't dare use it to resist, instead holding her back as my weight relied on her one arm that embraced me.

I was playing right into her hand. The way this large Pal effortlessly handled me was appalling. With little time to divulge a plan, her muzzle crashed down. There was a sweetness to her forward kiss, along with a growing obsessiveness that morphed the mood. Her once playful demeanor gripped me more possessively.

With our faces level to each other, my feet dangled around her kneecaps. She was holding me in the air, like a bent-over bride who had been swept from the ground. It was already becoming difficult to breathe, having not prepped myself for a kiss and already being short of air. When her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I choked on her sweetness. My head lurched, to which she let go of my other hand to caress the side of my head and hold it in place.

All while doing these things, she openly analyzed: My dwindling spurts of resistance, followed by fear of resisting, and topped with a growing confusion that encouraged her. Lovander seemed to understand the weirdness more than I understood it myself, her fingers petting me slowly, running through my hair, admiring my figure.

She measured my reaction for a few more seconds. Upon blinking, I realized that she had set me on the ground, scanning my form and nodding curtly.

It was a nod of approval. Once delivered, her hands rested on my waist, feeling the hem of my shirt. A hand retreated, reaching behind her again. I wasn't sure where she stashed items, but what came from behind alarmed me.

It was memory-wiping medicine.

I reactively swatted the vial out of her hand. The action surprised even me, not expecting to feel so strongly against the sight of it, but there was no way in hell I was letting her tamper with my memory.

My heart fell with the vial, and as it shattered, I could see Lovander's eye twitch slightly. In the process, she had reared up and leaned to catch it. Malice leaked into her irises, and I quickly scooted backward. My legs slid from under her crouched body, and she reached for my foot with a snarl.

I kicked successfully, her hand getting pushed aside. My defiance was not appreciated a second time. Not interested in the results of my reaction, I sprinted frantically back to the house. All of my Pals slept soundly, my door was ajar, and loud footsteps were right behind me.

I wasn't sure what the hell I was going to do, but it felt a smidge better to be back in the light. Turning around, my grand plan was to defuse the tension, but I was out of time before I even started. A pink hand grabbed my neck, and all I could look at was the hot pink cuff that wrapped around Lavander's wrist.

"W-wait! Wait, wait..." I held my hands out frantically, choking slightly when she threatened to hoist me in the air. Instead, she snarled and yanked me forward, teeth bared and staring me down.

"I-I didn't want my memory wiped," I breathed out, my hands shakily resting on her arm. Not pleased, and feeling like she could even bite at any second, I said the first thing I could think of in desperation.

"We can still do this!" That stopped both of us in our tracks. I blinked a few times, half-expecting to get thrashed yet receiving nothing. For a brief moment, I caught a fleck of confusion and vulnerability. As soon as she caught me observing, a veil of sultriness masked whatever had drawn me in.

"Hmph," She harrumphed and gripped my shirt. In the midst of leaning back up and bringing me with her, it tore. This angered her further and with a lightning-fast jerk, my shirt was ripped in two, exposing my body.

I staggered back, looking at my bare chest in shock, then at her. Seeing me shirtless lightened her mood slightly. She stepped forward, I stepped back again. It was the wrong move. Her snarl returned, grabbing my underarms and throwing me over her shoulder.

Swaying slowly, she invited herself into my home, ducking under the door and remaining crouched. With the memory wipe potion out of the equation, Lovander's demeanor had changed. Even with her romantic facade, I could sense what I could only guess were second thoughts.

We arrived at my bed. I was plopped on my back, facing up where she hunched over me. I could see conflicted desire placating her. Perhaps scoring on a human was a rarity, or even a first time for her. Compared to Pengullet, the prospect of my body was probably much more alluring to her, as was the struggle that led to this moment.

"You would have wiped my memory after this," I whispered. Her hands froze, and she glared at me for having brought it up and taking her out of the moment. I couldn't help my provocations, sensing that same vulnerability in her shuddering form.

What was that feeling I had felt when Wixen touched me? Why did my heart skip a beat, as it's doing now but more severely? I had fought, but it was because I feared for my safety. Now, I felt not just safe, but concerned. The more I showed it, the more Lovander seemed to become disinterested in me.

I bit my lip, wanting to push further. Instead, my hand found its way to hers. It was smaller, barely able to lace between her four fingers. As soon as her hand closed, I stared and marveled at our size difference, yet similarities in physique.

Lovander was stupefied. Here was this human, previously scared and helpless, now part of a moment that she never expected to have. She could tell I had been somewhat mortified, but if I were being true to myself, that feeling had dissipated as soon as I realized she wasn't going to hurt me.

With both parties aware, Lovander was somewhat hesitant to push forward, but I could feel my actions pulling her closer. My desires, fed by a dangerous curiosity and sense of compassion, urged this Pal to continue with her behavior, even without her concoctions and methods used on previous victims.

Victims. Previous Pals, maybe humans, who had no memory of her indulging in those caught. The more aware I seemed, the more uncertain she became. Lovander had made it onto the bed, which cried under our combined weight, not having enough surface to support her whole body. She had to bend her knees to keep her feet on the bed, straddling me and hovering a foot from my body, hands pressed into the mattress by the sides of my head.

The size difference was... attractive. It reminded me of her power, used only to demonstrate her level of desire. I'd be lying if I said it didn't entice me. I had felt the same when Wixen grabbed my ass, feeling a fleeting sense of excitement hit me that I had run away from. There was something about a Pal's lust, it being a more predatory and expressive, in turn enamoring me.

What I initially found off-putting was becoming exotic.

"Lovander..." I breathed. She had zoned out, looking at me with wide eyes. "What's on your mind?" I asked. She willingly let her expression grow vulnerable, something plaguing her thoughts and causing hesitance.

Reaching behind her, she revealed another potion. I recognized it as suspicious juice. I had never consumed it but knew of its effects, that being an increased mood at the cost of your sanity. It was also the same vial I recalled Pengullet holding. Though this wasn't the time to think about that, I couldn't help but visualize that tiny penguin getting pursued by her.

My hand reached out and held the vial with her, guiding it to the nightstand beside the bed. With little force and encouraging squeezes, I prompted her to let go. As soon as she did, she looked at me carefully. I had strayed her from her usual process. Now, the 'fun' in her actions wavered, relying on my consent to enable her pent-up desires.

With a swallow, I knew it wouldn't take much. I wasn't sure if there was any other way to win her companionship, and at this moment, felt I was on the verge of uncovering a special bond.

"Are you still... interested?" I quipped, looking up from her hands. It was an obvious question, yet asking it prompted a unique response.

With a flutter of annoyance, Lovander lowered herself and kissed me. It was much shorter than her first kiss. I was able to confirm that beneath that furry chest were breasts that pressed against me. Our lips parted, tensions high while she gauged my reaction.

Before I could respond to her actions, Lovander's patience had become spent. All of those conflicting thoughts, failed attempts at drugging me, they led to one thought that drove her next actions.

She didn't care what I thought anymore.

With thirst, she kissed me again. Her actions would usually be complimented by her victim's drunken pleasure, but her pleasure this time was gained from indulging regardless of my reaction.

I gasped, tilting my head sideways. My hands groped her chest unintentionally, trying to push her back. Her body tensed under my touch, backing up slightly.

"Have you... done this with a human?" I could tell this was a new experience for both of us. Lovander shook her head, and that was the last question she'd let me ask.

Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, hands grasping my head as her fingers disappeared beneath my hair. In response to her unleashed hunger came my own desires. My hands traveled up her back, feeling her muscles tense everywhere I touched. I pulled her into my body, the frame of the bed whining as she fell forward slightly.

Lovander's elbows dug into the bed, allowing for her arms to snake under and pull me up with her. Our saliva exchange was intoxicating, and Lovander wanted to make it clear she couldn't get enough. One hand cradled the back of my head, preventing any movements that would hinder her oral intrusion, whilst her other arm moved to my lower back and brought me upward.

My legs remained splayed out, channeling beneath her body. I could feel her tail brushing back and forth between them, slapping my foot in excitement whenever she could bat my tongue out of the way and cause me to gag. Excitement from the somewhat rough treatment was becoming evident.

I grew acclimated to her invasiveness, beginning to suckle on her wet appendage each time it shot into my mouth. Lovander thrummed heatedly, sensing my growing need and happily responding.

With a playful push, I gasped and fell onto my pillow. Her hand flicked downward, resting on my chest and petting in a praising manner. All of the nerves were gone. I had responded positively to her advances, even without the drugs, and now she was ready to have fun again.

With one hand staying on my chest, she brought her waist up and near my crotch. The heart shaped patch pressed against it, an exchange of heat between our groins that elicited a groan from me, and a sharp inhale from Lovander.

Needing to grab something, I migrated to her powerful legs, squeezing and moving toward the heart patch. Lovander chirped, but grabbed both of my hands before they could reveal the prize. She pulled me up and smothered me with her chest.

I felt my face vibrate from the growing thrum within her as she began to grind slowly. A guttural growl escaped me, muffled by her breasts as I slipped further into her cleavage. She was having none of my adventurousness, clearly wanting to be in control.

The feeling of fabric against fabric was torture. I felt my dick twitch from within its clothed prison, begging to feel more of Lovander's bare body. My hands grabbed both of her ass cheeks, enjoying the ride as her teasing ensued.

Lovander squeezed her boobs, engrossing me in the world that existed between them and focusing on nothing but her musky scent. Any attempts at moving my head to look up at her, or to pull back, were met with her controlling hands shoving me back in and continuing to ride me.

It hit a point where I thought I was going to go insane. I had tried sneaking one of my hands so many times to our groins, either to pleasure myself or her, that she finally had built up enough excitement of her own. Huffing, her hand grabbed mine, then she let me look up from her boob job and at her eyes.

It was time to see me fully unclothed. Her bedroom eyes were fully engaged, ready to feel more. Forcing me to lay down, she grabbed my legs and pulled them up. They bent and slipped from beneath her, allowing for her to grab my shorts and yank them vertically so that they flew off to another side of the room.

Letting both legs fall over one shoulder, she ran a hand from the top where my foot was, down and toward my dick. Her eyes locked with mine the whole process, head accompanying her hand as she hunched further and further down with it. Finally, she reached my cock, drawing in a deep breath.

A tongue poked out the side of her muzzle, licking along the side of her lips and retreating back into her mouth. Her pupils dilated, honing in on my dick like she was going in for the kill. Without removing her gaze, she brought one of my legs over her head and to her other shoulder, allowing her to poke in between my legs.

Slowly, her tongue reappeared, parting her lips and approaching my shaft. Anticipation built up, her breaths hitting me before anything else. Lovander grew tired of her own slowness, empathizing with my readiness and engulfing my dick. It happened fluidly, her tongue wrapping around the base versatilely, only to slide up to the head and fully moisten my shaft, pulling down and sandwiching my cock between her tongue and gums.

I watched in lewd fascination, feeling a tingle run up my spine as her muzzle closed. For a moment, I saw her teeth clamp downward with the motion, yet received no bite. Lovander spared me an amused glance at my tense form, brimming with a hungry confidence and resuming.

She left no wiggle room, bobbing up and down while sucking, keeping my ass gripped tightly and held in place. Each time my hips bucked, despite my greatest attempts at stifling the reaction, she would effortlessly move with me, becoming more voracious each sign of pleasure I showed.

My body was approaching a fever pitch, indicated by my quieting breaths. They were growing quicker, smaller, and my body was getting rigid in warning. As tempting as receiving my seed orally seemed, this wasn't on Lovander's to-do.

Reluctantly, she stopped sucking. My cock left her mouth, saluting as soon as it was free of her hold and twitching like a bomb. Lovander leered at the tip, risking a kiss before sitting up.

Her thrums had grown so intense and continuous, I could feel a ripple in the air and a slight tingle all over my body. She sultrily felt her body starting at the chest, directing my eyes at her crotch. The heart-shape patch twitched, her hands forming a triangle over it and demanding I remain focused on that area.

I hadn't realized the patch was a third part of her rear tassel, it being one that parted from the middle. The other two tassles were long, this one simply tucked under her and covered what she now revealed: her wet pussy.

I was speechless, consumed by her seductive powers. An inviting fragrance hit my nose, prompting me to unconsciously lean forward. A finger stopped me, touching my agape mouth and sliding to my chin. Keeping my jaw held down, she gracefully leaned in, obscuring the sight of her dripping sex with her chest and face.

A chortle bounced out of her, honeyed breaths hitting my nostrils and snapping me from my daze. Despite her obstruction, I had still been staring in the direction of her sex. Finally looking at her, she licked her lips and gradually enveloped my body with hers.

I could feel the approaching heat that my cock remained stiff for. Trapped in a moment between our stares, her eyes searched mine for every detail, wanting to capture the moment when she ensnared my dick.

It came, and with little resistance. I felt her lips part, the head of my cock easily gaining entry. The rest was a blink. I gasped, she kissed me, and every muscle in my body tensed. Lovander was so tall that she had to keep my head tilted upward in order to lean down and become so lost in a heated passion, saliva immediately was exchanged.

It was a growing frenzy between us. My hands held her hips, no hope of guiding her powerful body as she began riding me and taking my full length immediately. I truly just needed to feel her, every inch of her body I could manage while trying to focus on kissing her.

Every flex of her muscles, the "plap" of her pussy squishing against me, and smack of our lips when we parted in unison for a quick breath, only to collide again in a crescendoing craze, I was rendered lovesick.

My fingers ventured into the depths of her fur ridden chest, instinct leading me straight to the nipples and pinching. A moan vibrated against my lips, her actions losing rythmn for a split second. This caused me to thrust upward out of sync, my abdomen slapping against hers.

She mewled in surprise, the sound turning into a growl. Pace was quickly regained, letting me continue my physical ventures, so long as she could maintain control. The clenching of her walls were spastic at times, waves of wetness making my cock easier to stimulate.

Lovander had climaxed three times already, and was not letting up. I was beginning to feel outmatched, her insatiable urges overtaking me. With a wet smack, a strand of saliva hung between us and was quickly flicked to the side by her tongue.

Lovander was ready for my release, her attention shifting to my cock. I was surprised at its resilience, though as soon as I lost focus of our kiss, the pleasure from her pussy spiked.

The grand reveal happened. She leaned back and in all her glory, exposed the sight of her vulva, working up and down my shaft as it glistened with her juices. It was a full sight, her chest bouncing up and down and body tensing each slam, only to loosen up at the retreat.

Her hand rested on my chest, rubbing it fondly and keeping me pushed down, as if to say, "Enjoy the show, give me your seed." With nothing else to focus on, I bit my lip and felt my breathing choke up. Her movements quickened, waiting until I froze up to plant herself firmly, the full length of my dick going nowhere but deeper.

A shaky breath left me, and my head swam in pleasure as I felt ropes of semen shoot inside her. I noticed little things that heightened my euphoric moment: the way her abs tightened, how her labia twitched around my shaft, the way the tips of her fingers splayed out and moved inward atop my chest, praising me for my ejaculation. Her toes, resting beside mine, curled slightly as my seed went inside her. Both of her ears quivered, one resting to the side in a spent way, indicating to me that this was the finale.

After a couple moments of electric silence, Lovander sighed contently and came off of me. I watched my dick slip out, not a drop of cum escaping her. Lovander slid off the bed, getting on her knees and resting at its side. I turned to face her, to which she leaned in and I quickly followed.

It was a heartfelt kiss, though cut short with a huff. Lovander caressed the side of my head, a fulfilled look concluding our moment. To my shock, she stood up and I realized she was ready to leave.

"Wait," I gasped, my hand grabbing hers immediately. She tensed up, confused by the action. Was this what she did after her fun? Leave, and her victims would yield no recollection of what happened?

"Don't leave." I didn't want that. I practically flew out of bed, holding her hand and looking up at her. Lovander was foreign to my actions, though curiosity kept her at bay.

"I'm not... I haven't forgotten about this." I stated, shaking my head and feeling her grip tighten. "I don't want to," I added, biting my lip with an unblinking, pleading expression.

"You don't have to run this time." Every ounce of me hoped she didn't want to. It seemed Lovander had considered this, though didn't believe staying around was a possibility until I had asked her directly. I swallowed, looking at a Pal orb that rested on the nightstand. She followed my gaze, reading my thoughts.

A snarl left her, pushing away but I held tight and shook my head quickly.

"No, no! It's not like that", I assured quickly, sensing her distaste for the orb. "I simply want you around. The orb doesn't mean anything, other than the fact no one else can catch you. But..." My thumb traced circles on top her hand, choosing my words carefully. "I know you're capable, and can take care of yourself. I just... really want you to be with me." My mouth closed, a nervous bout of air entering my nostrils.

Lovander measured my words, her glare toward the orb shifting as she reconsidered. The iciness in those purple eyes eventually melted. She grabbed it, delivering a final look between the orb and me.

"It'll be like the orb doesn't exist, it's just a promise," I coaxed, closing the little distance there was between us and tilting my head back fully. My hands left hers and wrapped around her waist, pulling her into me. "I can show you what happens after sex, other than running away," I added.

Lovander's doubt was replaced with trust. I watched her disappear into the orb with resolve, a glint of curiosity evaporating with her body, piqued by what I said. In a few seconds, she was caught and I released her from the orb immediately.

She looked around, facing opposite from me. While turning and finding me, her eyes searched for the orb, which I had set on the nightstand, choosing to hold my hands up calmly.

"Don't fret," I cooed. I rested back on the bed, looking at her invitingly. "If you ever wanted to leave, had second thoughts, I'd let you do so immediately. Though for the record, I don't want you to leave, at all." Lovander's eyes sparkled. She had never experienced this type of affection before.

Gradually, she laid in bed, looking at me vulnerably. This was new territory for her, though under all of that nerve was excitement. "This is called cuddling," I started, laying out on the bed with open arms.

"You do this instead of running after sex." I blushed as I delivered what felt like a follow up tutorial to having sex. Lovander laid with me, towering my body with hers. She quickly understood the change in mood, embracing me with a heavily beating heart.

As soon as we were pressed together, I could feel her body relax. Her jaw rested on top my head, squeezing me like a stuffed animal. My legs wrapped around one of hers, and she curled possessively around me, her tail wrapping around my ankle.

"Perfect," I whispered. Lovander had calmed down, petting my hair and demonstrating a fondness for this new concept. Within minutes, she was asleep, and I was in her embrace.

Pals never failed to surprise me.