{"sf1_id":10552,"sf2_id":"pnGDVNK1","title":"Emara and Worrin","author":"Keva Stonemane","words":3245,"posted_at":"2006-04-28T21:04:00.000Z","tags":["First Time","Fox","M/F","Milk","Missionary"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10552-emara-and-worrin","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGDVNK1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7e/bd/7ebda18d-0afb-4383-b4a9-afc816bbb1a3","description":"","content":"Okay everyone, you're witnessing history in the making, the very first piece  \nof literature I plan to submit to Yiffstar!  \nI'd like to thank first my friend Ookami Shichiyou, who introduced me to the  \nsite, and secondly my friend Ryan, who got me  \ninto the idea of writing up this sort of literature. (He's read my other  \nworks and thinks I'm a kickass writer, so why not  \nuse that skill to help some people spill their seed after a long day?)  \nP.S., Comments are greatly appreciated, thank you!  \n  \nIn any event, I now present to you my first furry lit, Emara and Worrin!  \n  \nIn the darkness of a forest clouded always by mists of physical and mental  \nnature, through which no true path led and in which no seen creature  \nresided, there was of sorts a mansion, a small castle if you will. It was  \nbuilt in basic design, a rectangle of ornate red wood and white stone with  \nfour higher towers at each corner, all capped with softly black slates which  \nwere separated from the wood by gold trim. The numerous windows were not  \nquite shaded, but the view into them from inside was faint, no true forms  \nable to be seen as much as simple shapes. These windows, along with the few  \ndoors, were rimmed with silver, leading one to the conclusion, and  \nrightfully so, that the owner of the estate was a very rich person. To be  \nexact, a very rich girl. Her name, as you might have gleaned, was Emara.  \nShe was tall, perhaps six feet or more, and her limbs were thin, yet muscled  \nto some extent. Her eyes were a brilliant green, a shade that had won her  \nmost of her current servants, and the lashes were long and seductively  \nabundant. Her fingers were long and gentle, and gave a calming touch that  \ncould settle even the angriest or saddest soul she encountered. Truly, she  \nwas a beacon of beauty, and those few who had seen her in the night, a tall,  \nshapely vixen lurking through the trees and staring with her almost glowing  \neyes, regarded her almost as a legend.  \nBut what they could not glean from what they saw were some vital points to  \nher description. For one, her entire body was covered in chestnut brown fur,  \nexcepting the white over her chest, stomach, and loins. also, the hair  \nflowing long from her head was a lighter brown, as was another unusual  \nfeature she possessed; her foxlike tail. Her face was different also from  \nthe humans that achieved rare glances of her, shaped like a fox as the rest  \nof her seemed to be to some degree. Her hair she usually tied up, so that it  \nseemed a second extremely bushy tail had sprouted from the back of her head.  \nThis was the so-called 'Spirit of the forest'.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Today, however, her good natured smile was gone, and her normally good  \nattitude was now stressed and irritated. She had been this way for days now,  \nand no one, not even herself, could understand why. It seemed that she had  \nsome sort of... craving, but nothing she did could satisfy it. She had eaten  \nfull as she could many nights, but it was not hunger. She had read of her  \nbooks long into the late hours, but it wasn't a thirst for knowledge. She  \neven took to sprinting about the woods around her, but even that didn't stop  \nthe craving. For the life of her, she couldn't place what this odd craving  \nwas. In truth, there were two of them, but they always came and went at the  \nsame exact time. One took the form of an ache directly between her legs. The  \nsecond was a duller throb in the left side of her chest, not the breast  \nitself, but deeper in. For four days now, she had been feeling them and  \ntrying to work them off, but they had ony gotten worse. What WERE they...  \nFinally, during a rest in one of her moonlight runs, she found a possible  \nanswer. For one, in her books someone always found someone they were happy  \nwith, not as a friend but as something much sweeter and deeper. When she  \nread about these things, the throbbing in her chest worsened. She had never  \nhad someone like that... all she had were her servants, the numerous talking  \nfoxes that helped manage her home. All the time, they would sneak off to  \ndark corners and do who knows what, loud moaning and cooing coming from  \ntheir meeting places. Before, she didn't care what they did there, or think  \nthat there might be emotional attatchment. But now, she realized what they  \nwere doing, and the love that it (Sometimes) entailed. she needed this love,  \nto fill the craving she had. What the other ache was, she couldn't figure  \nout just now.  \nBut who was she to get this love from? There were none like her around, she  \nhad never seen anyone or anything except the foxes that infested her estate.  \nMaybe one of them...?  \nMost of them had already made bonds within their own group, and those that  \ndid not seemed rather runty or too dull to be chosen for this. So which one  \nwould it be...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As she pondered this, a small, rhythmic swishing sound announced that one of  \nthem had entered her room. She turned her attention from the world outside  \nand her own fawning thoughts to the newcomer. The slight breeze ruffled her  \nlarge, fluffy hair and made it partly cover her eyes as she looked him over.  \n\"Hello, little one,\" She said in a melodic tone to the medium sized, bushy  \norange fox before her. His eyes were large and brown, a bit adoring of her  \nlooks as he took a moment to remember his intent.  \n\"I... uh, came here to say your feast is done, Mistress...\"  \nShe smiled at his bashful manner and swung her legs from the windowsill to  \nlook at him fully.  \n\"Call me Emara, and your name is...?\"  \n\"My what?\" he said, his eyes giving the impression of being snapped back to  \nreality.  \nShe giggled and kneeled down to his level, petting him gently and smiling at  \nthe dreamy expression he let come on.  \n\"Your name, little one, what are you called?\"  \n\"w-Worrin...\" he said in a shuddering voice, almost fighting to keep his  \neyes open.  \n\"Is something wrong, Worrin?\"  \nAfter a moment, he choked out, \"Y-you smell v-very pretty...\"  \n\"Well, thank you, Worrin,\" She said, smiling wider as she picked him up,  \n\"Would you like to be my escort down to my 'feast'?\"  \nHe stammered for a while before Emara put a finger over his lips, noting  \ntheir softness.  \n\"Calm down, then try again.\"  \nHe took a few deep breaths then, with eyes closed, repeated, \"I'd love to.\"  \n\"Good,\" she replied, holding him close to her C-cups as she left the room  \nswiftly. During the feast of her servants and herself, Worrin got the  \nhonored spot sitting on her lap and eating from her hand, which seemed  \nalmost to make him faint with happiness. When they were done eating, Worrin  \nhad attempted to leap from her lap, but she caught him midair and held him  \nto her chest again, adoring his shy behavior and his soft fur on hers. To  \nthe annoyance of some of the other foxes, she brought him immediately back  \nto her room, shutting the door behind them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Miss Emara?\"  \n\"Just call me Emara, I've told you that.\"  \n\"Right... Emara?\"  \n\"Yes, little Worrin?\"  \n\"...why are you making me watch you undress?\"  \nHer body now relieved of all but her most private garments, she turned away  \nfrom her mirror and smiled at the small creature on her bed.  \n\"I'm not making you, you're choosing to.\"  \nShe pulled a chair up to herself and sat down, beginning to brush the mass  \nof hair coming from her head. In the mirror, she noticed that he was still  \nfixedly watching, and she smiled at his stark interest not in her hair or  \neyes, but just below her back. After a while, she turned and put her hands  \non her lap to talk to him.  \n\"Do you have anywhere you need to be? A little playmate waiting for you?\"  \n\"No...\" he said quietly, looking down at the bed ashamedly, \"I'm sorta  \noutcast...\"  \n\"Why is that?\" She crossed her legs and tilted her head, her hair bouncing  \nslightly from the motion.  \n\"I don't know... I just don't make friends...\"  \nShe took a moment to look him over, then she smiled and drew her back to  \nfull height.  \n\"I'll be your friend, if you'd like.\"  \nShe smiled inside at how his little eyes went wide as they could in  \nexcitement. For once, she saw him smile widely and start to wag his tail.  \nFor some reason, the cuter he kept acting, the more the ache in her loins  \nvoiced its need to be satisfied...  \n\"If you're going to be my friend,\" She started, \"You need to help me with  \nsomething.\"  \n\"Anything!\" he blurted excitedly, his tail starting to audibly swish.  \n\"Okay, but it must be a secret, okay?\"  \nAt his frantic nod, she stood up and walked over to his other side, sitting  \ndown on the bed again. She noted once more how his eyes followed either just  \nbelow her neck or just below her back.  \n\"I've been having a little problem,\" she whispered into his attentive ear,  \n\"And I don't quite know what it is or how to stop it. Do you think you can  \ntell me how to stop it?\"  \n\"What is the problem?\" He whispered back, taking his ear from her mouth and  \nputting his mouth to hers.  \n\"I've been having some sort of ache; one right here, and one here,\" She  \nexplained, touching first her crotch, then the left side of her chest.  \nHis eyes dared not follow the first, but the second made him smile a little  \nbit.  \n\"You need a boyfriend,\" He explained, trying not to laugh at her confused  \nexpression.  \n\"A boyfriend is a boy who... thinks you're really, really special, and he  \ntreats you better than any other girl.\"  \n\"Why would he do that?\"  \nWorrin thought a moment, then propped himself on his feet to look taller.  \n\"Depends on the girl he likes. Like for you, it might be cause you're  \npretty, and nice, and you always make people feel better when they talk to  \nyou, and-\"  \nShe hastily put a finger over his mouth again, a bit wide eyed at all the  \npositive things he had just rattled off. Very slowly, she let him open his  \nmouth again.  \n\"So, the first ache is needing a boyfriend... what's the second one?\" She  \nasked.  \n\"If you had a boyfriend, he'd take care of it.\"  \n\"How? It feels almost... inside me...\"  \nSuddenly, her mind chanced on an idea. He knew how to rid her of the aches,  \nand he seemed more than willing to help her with just about anything she  \nasked...  \n\"Worrin?\"  \n\"Yes?\"  \n\"I think YOU should be my boyfriend.\"  \nHis eyes went wide and he swallowed heavily.  \n\"Well, you like me, right? For all those reasons you named?\"  \n\"...I guess...\"  \n\"And since you're kind enough to help, you should be my boyfriend.\"  \nHe didn't respond immediately, and it wasn't his voice that spoke when he  \ndid. Instead, he propped his little paws upon her thighs and, to the  \nsurprise of both, planted a kiss upon her lips. When they touched, for some  \nreason the ache was both relieved and strengthened by it, like this was the  \nright way to go, but it needed much more.  \nSlowly, she put her arms over his smooth, furred back, delighted at the  \nreassuring feeling of it. Almost instinctively, she began to move her ow  \nlips about gently as Worrin was, but she felt clumsy compared to him. After  \na few minutes, she pulled back from him, mouth open and panting ever so  \nlightly.  \n\"What... was that?\"  \nWorrin gave a dreamy smile and licked his lips a little.  \n\"It's called a kiss... and that was my first one.\"  \nNow the ache in her loins was screaming its needs, and it even felt a bit...  \nwet to her. She put a hand down to check on herself, and found that it was  \nindeed a bit moist for no reason she could place. But the ache there seemed  \nslightly calmed by her own touch, and she looked to Worrin for an  \nexplination. She found that his eyes were glued to where her hand was, his  \nmouth slightly open and his tongue lolling out, and his tail swishing madly  \nin excitement. Most of all, she noticed his erect member, given that he  \ndidn't try to hide it and it was a decent six or seven inches long, one and  \na half or so wide.  \nIt took him a moment to realize this, and when he did he tried to hide  \nhimself awkwardly from her view. She brushed his paws aside and took a hold  \nof it, causing him to shudder and take a shakey breath as the ache between  \nher legs told her that this would be a good way to satisfy it.  \n\"I think I know how to take care of the ache down there,\" He blurted out,  \neyes shut and his legs fanned slightly.  \n\"But you said only boyfriends could do that,\" she replied, starting to  \nabsent-mindedly move her hand up and down. He gave an anxious moan and  \nstarted to move his hips so that it slid more in her grasp, and she stopped  \nhim.  \n\"Are you or are you not?\"  \nHe took a long moment to calm himself, but his member didn't calm in the  \nleast.  \n\"Well?\" Emara said, a combination of anxious and impatient.  \n\"Emara...\" He swallowed once in anticipation, \"I would... like to be your  \nb-boyfriend...\"  \nShe made a little sound of excitement and went to hug him, but he held  \nhimself back to keep his cock from hitting her chest and getting hurt. She  \ngiggled, put him down, and smiled.  \n\"Now how do we get rid of my problem?\"  \n\"You need to get rid of those,\" He said, pointing to her panties with the  \npaw not slowly rubbing himself. She was confused, but did as he requested.  \nWhen she did, he moved to his front two paws were over her curvy hips, the  \nback two against her thighs.  \n\"Now, take the other one off, lay down, and I'll handle the rest,\" He  \nsmiled, his tail starting to swish once more as he supressed the urge to  \nrush into it yet. She quickly removed her bra and propped some pillows  \nbehind her head, undoing her hair and letting it cascade over the velvet  \npillowcase like a silky waterfall. She batted her eyes at Worrin and smiled  \ndown at his lean little frame, so eager to please...  \nHe gently rocked his hips and slid himself into her, wincing a bit at her  \ntightness. She let her eyes flutter shut and let a quiet, soft moan escape  \nher slightly open lips as her hands went to gently pet at his back, almost  \nurging him on. He put up his head to lick and nibble at her wrists while he  \nstarted to gently move himself back and forth. All the sensations he was  \ncausing, the tickling on her arms, the tingle in her loins, the feeling of  \nhappiness, they were all so... wonderful!  \n\"You're very good at this...\" she panted, her eyes closing a bit more as her  \npetting fell into a soothing rhythym to his thrusting. Her fingertips could  \nfeel the bucking of his hips beneath them through his silky smooth fur, and  \nher arms could feel the gentle caressing of his tongue and lips upon them.  \nMost of all, her clenched, wet slit could feel his hardened tool sliding in  \nand out, plenty lubed by her own secretions already and only getting wetter.  \nThe ache between her legs begged her to make him go harder, and with a  \nbreathless moan she whispered, \"Harder, Worrin...\"  \nHe gripped the sheets under his paws and began to pump his slightly dampened  \nhips harder, letting up the licking and amorous nibbling upon her arm to  \nbetter the pleasure of his lovemaking. Her toned, slim stomach felt his head  \nlean upon it as he closed his eyes slowly, panting hot on her fur. Looking  \nup, he could see her open moan of excitement between her breasts, and he  \nbegan trying to move his mouth up to them, still pumping his hips to a  \nquickening pace. Without taking himself from the tender pink of her pussy,  \nhe made his lips wrap around the top of one of them and began to lick and  \nsuck, making her back arch slightly and her moans climb higher and louder,  \nher lips clenching tighter around his rod.  \nShe put one arm behind his head and the other over his back, grabbing the  \nhip on the other side almost frantically tight. to her surprise, she slowly  \nbegan to let something seep into his mouth, making him moan and hum in  \nhappiness upon her trembling skin. The hand on his back began to slide down  \ncloser to his ass, adoring the feeling of it pumping back and forth faster  \nand harder each time he sucked the warm, soft secretion of her chest.  \nWith no forethought, she put her hand up and gave him a rough spank, making  \nhis arms come closer to her sides so he could fuck her harder. But no matter  \nhow rough his hips went, the ache in her slit kept ordering her to get him  \nfucking harder and harder still, her sex starting to tingle as it kept  \nsteadily getting wetter and wetter. She could tell his own loins were  \nstarting to get worked up as well, from his climbing moans and tightly shut  \neyes. His thrusting kept getting harder until his sack started to make rough  \ncontact with her lips, a small skin on skin sound tickling her ears as she  \nkept nearing her climax, feeling like her pussy was about to explode in the  \nmost pleasurable way she could imagine.  \nFinally, she felt something give inside her. A sudden rush of her essence  \nand a rough tightening of her soft pink lips signaled that she had come, her  \nback arched high and her head thrown back as she almost screamed out in  \npleasure. Her grip was now so tight that it almost didn't let Worrin pull  \nback out each thrust, clinging onto all seven inches of his hard, warm cock  \nalmost desperately. She felt it tighten and twitch, and worrin rammed  \nhimself in up to the base as he gripped her tight as he could, his body  \nshivering as his own orgasm released a warm, thick essence into her tender  \nslit. Her back fell to the bed and her eyes loosed, but remained shut.  \nFor a while, all they did was pant deeply, before he went to pull himself  \nout of her. She clenched tight on his so he couldn't, and shook her head,  \nsmiling weakly and petting him slowly, her soft hands trailing over his head  \nand down the silky fur of his back.  \n\"You stay right there...\" The murmured, on the verge of an exhausted sleep.  \nHe smiled up at her and crawled up into her arms, still slightly inside her,  \nand snuggled up to her breasts as they both passed out with wide, loving  \nsmiles.  \n  \n\n"}