{"sf1_id":1349872,"sf2_id":"AnKakGEe","title":"Laissez Dare","author":"DecoFox","words":3425,"posted_at":"2018-07-10T00:40:45.000Z","tags":["Bonding","Breast Fondling","Camping","Canid","Canine","Car Sex","Compassion","Consensual","Coyote","Cuddling","Date","Desert","F/M","Female","Hiking","Human","Love","Male","Modern","Nudity","Orgasm","Realistic","Science","Soulmates","Straight","Suggestive","Summer","Sunset","Teasing","Vanilla"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1349872-laissez-dare","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKakGEe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/28/59/2859dd64-4423-468e-ace0-273463956f60","description":"Greentext  \nSecond Person Present  \nDirect sequel to You Wouldn't Dare  \nContains mild sex scene  \n  \nAfter all this time the two of you finally got together, and now Annie's got a job. It's a long way from home, but where better to start a new life together?","content":"Laissez Dare  \n  \n\\\u003eThe trip odometer turns over its 600th mile just after 11:47, and you shudder to a stop on a lonely, heat-cracked road on a hill maybe twenty minutes outside of Roswell, New Mexico.  \n\\\u003eThe lights of the city stand out sharply against the desert, twinkling gaily through the inky darkness in nostalgic shades of red and gold. They strain your tired eyes and set them burning again, but still you're glad to see them. You've been wading through the twilight an awful long time now.  \n\\\u003eIt's been ten hours, at least, but maybe as many as twelve. Ever since you took over for Annie, which, come to think of it, had been when you'd stopped for coffee in late afternoon.  \n\\\u003eBy now you ache all over.  \n\\\u003eYour back is propped uncomfortably in the driver's seat, your spine as stiff and fragile as dried spaghetti. Your dead pedal foot fell asleep hours ago, and even as the engine ticks and cools you can swear you can still feel it rumbling.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\\\u003eAnnie's pretty worn-looking too, even in the faint red hue cast by the hazard switch.  \n\\\u003eShe's leaned back in the passenger seat with an empty bag of gummy worms in her lap, legs propped on the dash and crossed there, and tail spilling out onto the floor. The lights on the horizon glow glassily in her golden eyes, and her ears wilt like week-old roses. Her breath whistles softly through her canines, just loud enough to hear over the faint ringing in your ears.  \n  \n\\\u003e “This the place, Annie?\"  \n\\\u003eYour voice shatters the silence like a wrecking ball. It's almost enough to make you jump. Her ears prick suddenly and she hauls herself back to sitting, but then they melt again and fold over at the tips.  \n\\\u003e “Yeah. Yeah, I think this is it.\"  \n\\\u003eYou pop the driver door, and the desert greets you with a soft, electric warmth that tickles your skin like the static that gathers on a cathode television.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYour legs seem to creak under your weight as you spill out of the driver's seat. The dusty wind nips testily at your eyes and nose, and the strange, mixing smells of petrol and buckwheat wash over you.  \n\\\u003eYou take a step, and then another. The muscles in your calves and the small of your back unfurl uncomfortably, but between the movement and the air you feel a little life come back to you.  \n\\\u003eAnother door latch cracks the silence and Annie stumbles out behind you, eyes low and tail slack behind her. Her jeans sag at the waist, belt clasp open and hanging.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou can't help catching a glimpse of her panty line, but with nothing but the stars for light, there's little to see but a shadow.  \n\\\u003eMaybe she'd meant for it; maybe she hadn't. Something had changed that night in the tent six months ago, and you still weren't sure quite what.  \n\\\u003eYou supposed you loved each other now, as if you hadn't always.  \n\\\u003eYou supposed you were what people would call together, as of you had ever been apart.  \n\\\u003eSomething had changed. You didn't know. You doubted she did either.  \n\\\u003eBut by the time you unzipped the tent flap that morning, the both of you knew the score.  \n\\\u003e “Good morning, honey,\" you'd said, “what'll you have for breakfast.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd she'd asked you what kind of a faggot you were, calling your best friend and partner in crime “honey\", like that.  \n\\\u003eAnd then she'd said she wanted sausages, if you wouldn't mind. And thank you for making her stay, and for the evening you'd shared.  \n\\\u003eYou both knew the score, but it was strange to see it up on the board like that.  \n\\\u003eStrange to call her your girlfriend.  \n\\\u003eStrange to say that you loved her.  \n  \n\\\u003e “What's up, Annie? Thought you'd want to stay in a hotel tonight.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're staring out over the desert vista, hands hooked in your pockets by the thumbs. Even in the new-moon darkness the rocks and sand glow a faintly rusty shade.  \n\\\u003eShe picks an old wind-worn rock beside you and sits. She pulls her knees up to her chest, whiskers dancing faintly in the breeze.  \n\\\u003e “Come on, Anon. I'm not that bad anymore. Not with you watching my back. And I told you, it's a surprise.\"  \n\\\u003e “What, the view?\"  \n\\\u003eYou have to hand it to her, it's pretty stunning.  \n\\\u003e “Partly. The girls and I were lost as shit when I found this place, but I've never been so happy to be lost. I remember wishing you were here with me. I remember praying you were safe.\"  \n\\\u003e “You? Praying? To whom?\"  \n\\\u003eShe shrugs and sighs a long, thoughtful sigh.  \n\\\u003e “Whoever manages electron spins, I guess. Whoever decides if the cat's living or dead.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Anyone who might help you come home like I dared you.\"  \n\\\u003e “You know I've never gone back on a dare. And that was a double dog dare, the coming back part. What makes you think I needed help? Just who do you take me for?\"  \n\\\u003eShe yawns and punches your shoulder.  \n\\\u003e “Someone I missed. Bad. Someone I wanted to see something like this.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gestures up at the sky, but there's nothing save the twinkling of stars. She drops her paw and beckons you.  \n\\\u003e “C'mere. It'll be starting soon.\"  \n\\\u003eYou sit beside her and dangle your feet over the edge. You give her a few inches, but she grabs you by the waist and pulls you in until her whiskers tickle your neck. She squeezes you tightly.  \n\\\u003e “I'm sorry about this trip, Anon. I know it hasn't been quite what you hoped for, what with my working all the time. I didn't mean it. Really. It's just that they gave me a real job at a real observatory and--\"  \n\\\u003e “I know, Annie. It's alright.\"  \n\\\u003e “...and you stuck right with me anyway. I'd be scared to death to face them with my shitty little Masters degree if I didn't have you backing me up. I owe you for that.\"  \n\\\u003e “You don't owe me anything, Annie.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pushes a little closer, burying her muzzle in your shoulder and wrapping her tail around behind you. Her breath brushes gently over the collar of your shirt, still faintly sour from the worms.  \n\\\u003e “Then I dare you to let me give it to you, because I want at least the last night out here to be the way it was supposed to be. No laptop. No spectroscopy charts. No sixty page lab report. Just us.\"  \n\\\u003eShe squeezes you again, almost tight enough to make you gasp. Your right arm wanders up the curves of her waist and finds its way to her ears. Her fur sifts finely under your hand like the chalky, crumbling dust left under a potter's wheel.  \n\\\u003eShe sighs contentedly and so do you, scarcely noticing the pain lingering in your lower back.  \n\\\u003e “I wanted it to be just us, and--\"  \n\\\u003eShe jolts up from your shoulder and turns back up to the sky, a quiet little gasp whistling between her teeth.  \n\\\u003e “...and this.\"  \n\\\u003eYou follow her gaze up along the tropical shades of the Milky Way and into the vaulted reaches of the sky.  \n\\\u003eAnd there's nothing at first, or you don't see it.  \n\\\u003eJust faint twinkling and the galaxy's cool, white glow.  \n\\\u003e “Huh?\"  \n\\\u003eShe squeezes harder and trusts a blunted claw skyward.  \n\\\u003e “There!\"  \n\\\u003e And then you see it.  \n\\\u003eThe slowest moving shooting star you've ever seen.  \n\\\u003eIt creeps across the western sky like the Star of Bethlehem, shimmering in festive hues of white and red and blue and spitting sparks and flashes.  \n\\\u003eA strange sense of awe tightens across your chest as another another bursts onto the upper horizon, and another after that.  \n\\\u003eThey multiply like guppies and spill out into the sky in an ever-widening shoal, lighting the night and wispy cirrus clouds in candlelight shades of copper and gold.  \n\\\u003eAnnie works her arm up your chest and jolts you tighter, her muzzle damp and spongy on your cheek. You can feel her heartbeat through your shirt, and the warmth of her body soaks its way into your skin like bathwater, even as your mind scrambles to rationalize what it's seeing.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eThey look like tracers, or missiles even, but that can't be.  \n\\\u003eIt's like something out of a comic book, or War of the Worlds.  \n\\\u003eYou find yourself holding her back, and holding tight.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eTight like how she held you that night in the tent.  \n\\\u003eBut whatever they are, you can't quite bring yourself to worry. They're most beautiful thing you've ever seen.  \n\\\u003ePresently Annie wriggles a little in your embrace.  \n\\\u003e “Used delivery vehicles,\" she whispers breathlessly, “NASA, SpaceX, ESA, Blue Horizon. All of them. All at once, to burn up in the atmosphere.\"  \n\\\u003eThe streaks grow thin and white as they march across the sky, but their light only seems to brighten. They reach out to the hills and buttes to the East with spindly, fracturing fingers, and vanish in the hint of blue along the horizon.  \n\\\u003eIt was only a few at first, but now they fill the sky like mayflies.  \n\\\u003eDozens, maybe hundreds of them, glowing most every color you can think of.  \n\\\u003eYou loosen your grip and turn to her.  \n\\\u003e “What were they doing up there?\"  \n\\\u003eShe grins a broad, audacious grin.  \n\\\u003e “Building Goddard Shipyard.\"  \n  \n\\\u003eA long, plodding minute passes under the dancing lights, the sandstone soft and warm beneath you, and Annie firm in your grasp.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYour hand wanders up from her waist again, burrowing its way into her fur, and then the rolls of the old t-shirt she's wearing. Inch by inch you work your way higher, waves of warmth and closeness seeping their way into your veins as the worn-out cotton pins your hand to the curves of her stomach.  \n\\\u003eShe sighs again, and her muscles slack. Her weight slumps gradually against you, her muzzle resting back in the crook of your neck, and arm falling limp over your shoulder.  \n\\\u003eSlowly the streaks overhead stop multiplying, and then begin to thin as quickly as they'd come. The sky begins to darken again, and you feel your eyelids sag.  \n\\\u003e “That was beautiful, Annie.\"  \n\\\u003eHer tongue slips between her canines and she nips plaintively at your cheek.  \n\\\u003e “No sleeping yet; I still owe you.\"  \n\\\u003e “Annie, I--\"  \n\\\u003e “Shut it, Anon. Now look. There, West by Southwest.  \n\\\u003eAnd like before there's nothing but the faint purple on the horizon.  \n\\\u003eNothing, and as seconds drag by you work your hand a little further and a little deeper.  \n\\\u003eFurther until you can feel her breast against your thumb.  \n\\\u003e “There!\"  \n\\\u003eShe points, and from behind her claw emerges a ball of brilliant white.  \n\\\u003eIt seems to hover there in the distance, lighting the rolling desert hills like a chinese lantern.  \n\\\u003eAnd then it begins to claw its way into the sky.  \n\\\u003eSlowly at first, and then faster, and faster still as you trace the lines of her stomach with delicate, architectural strokes, kneading at the fur like cookie dough.  \n\\\u003eIt sprouts long, white tails that dance and twirl as it climbs, spitting dazzling sparks into a yellowing wake of phosphorescent blue.  \n\\\u003eSomehow it only grows brighter and bigger as it arcs into the heavens, tails spreading wide over the world beneath it.  \n\\\u003eWider and bigger as something slips into the waist of your old Levi jeans,  \n\\\u003eBrighter and more brilliant as it pops the button there, and spreads the zipper.  \n\\\u003eAnd then, as a flash shatters the whirling blues and whites overhead, you feel her on you.  \n\\\u003eOn you, and stroking with the same patterns and rhythms your fingers press into her fur.  \n\\\u003e “I'd touch your heart if I could reach it,\" she murmurs.  \n\\\u003e “This'll have to do.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd overhead the shimmering globe divides and spits a pair of dwindling candles out to cartwheel in its wake, and you slide your hand around behind her and pop the straps of her bra free. They fall limp in your hands and slide into the folds of her shirt.  \n\\\u003e “I love you, Annie.\"  \n\\\u003e “I love you too.\"  \n\\\u003eThe globe dims, its glowing wake thinning into wispy, phosphorescent clouds.  \n\\\u003eHer motions slow, and so do yours. A moment the two of you lie there under the dimming sky and bask in each other's warmth, the desert breeze brushing delicately at you where she's pushing back the strap of your boxers.  \n\\\u003eAnd then finally she slides back out, seizing your waistline in her blunted fingers and pulling your pants up for you.  \n\\\u003e “Come on,\" she says, “It's not over yet.\"\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eThis time it's your old winnebago she points to.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eSo you stand slowly and shuffle that way, your pants held up in her claws, and her bra dangling under her shirt in your fingers.  \n  \n\\\u003e “You know, I used to daydream about us being each other's firsts.\"  \n\\\u003eYou chuckle, popping the rear door with your off-hand.  \n\\\u003e “Wouldn't that have been something.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sighs, a sly smile spreading down the length of her muzzle.  \n\\\u003e “We could pretend.\"  \n\\\u003eThen she goes limp in your arms.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eFor a moment a shot of fear jolts down your spine, but then she turns and looks up at you, head resting on your chest and eyes laughing.  \n\\\u003e “It took us long enough, Anon, so let's do it right. Carry me, Anon, like a fucking fairy tale.\"  \n\\\u003eSo you prop the door with your shoulder and slide your off hand and down onto her ass, and then thighs, and she yips as you hoist her into your arms. And then grins, eyes wide and glowing sweetly in the honey of the interior lights.  \n\\\u003e “You know,\" she says, tucking her tail for space as you weave your way down the narrow aisle toward the bed, “companion stars, like the ones from the nova, exchange coronal mass when they get real close.\"  \n\\\u003e “One star,\" she continues, working her way back into the waist of your boxers, “pulls gasses from the surface of its partner and wraps them all around itself, and they become part of each other, tied by a chain of gravity and the ionized hydrogen whipping along it.\"  \n\\\u003eYou set her down and she pulls free again, turning her attention to her own zipper. She leans back on her elbows and kicks her jeans off, teeth bared and eyes wild.  \n\\\u003eAnd then she's looking up at you and grinning, laid bare save for that tattered shirt and a pair of dark black panties with the words “Schwarzschild Radius\" embroidered in silver along the waist.  \n\\\u003e “Come on, Anon,\" she says, beckoning with a twitch of her tail, “Be my companion star. I dare you.\"  \n\\\u003eWithout her there to hold them, your jeans flop uselessly to the floor.  \n  \n\\\u003eIt's not the biggest bed, nor the most comfortable, but as you climb in beside her you swear you've never felt so good in your life.  \n\\\u003eShe's in the waist of your boxers again, and you're pulling her shirt over her head. Then her breasts are free and you pull her close. You drag yourself through the plush fields of fur about her midsection and rest your head on her shoulder, your eyes locked and swimming in each other's gaze.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eSlowly you reach down and snag the elastic of her panties, and at once she grabs you by the shirt collar and pulls your lips to hers. Her tongue invades your mouth as she drags you atop her, and when she pulls away she's got your shirt pulled up over the both of you, her fur brushing every inch of your skin and her tail wrapped clumsily around you. You notice she's holding you between her thighs now, your boxers long gone.  \n\\\u003e “There's no going back now, Anon. Nothing escapes; not even light.\"  \n\\\u003eSo she grabs you by the shoulders as she releases you, and you ease forward.  \n\\\u003eForward until you touch, and then a little further.  \n\\\u003eA warm shiver rooted somewhere in your pelvis creeps its way up your spine, and she whines softly.  \n\\\u003e “Now,\" she breathes, the embers in her copper eyes burning brighter, “when your companion star is a white dwarf, she needs all that coronal mass. You see, as hot as she is, she doesn't burn so brightly herself anymore. She doesn't have any more hydrogen, and she needs yours.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pushes herself away a little, and you push yourself closer.  \n\\\u003eAnd then again, and the creeping shiver doubles and triples in amplitude. Her eyes burst into flame.  \n\\\u003eAgain.  \n\\\u003eAnd again.  \n\\\u003eSlow at first, like the rocket, and then faster.  \n\\\u003eFaster as she moans and yips; faster as her fur flows like water beneath you.  \n\\\u003eFaster as those reverberations in your spine spread aridly through your ribs and skull.  \n\\\u003eFaster as you arc into the heavens together, as if there were no bed at all.  \n\\\u003eAnd then she pauses and so do you, her eyes wild and breath fast and shallow. She holds you firmly at the shoulders as she pants, voice soft and unsteady.  \n\\\u003e “...as you pile matter onto your white dwarf,\" she wheezes, “her mass builds and builds. She wraps herself again and again until it's all too heavy to stand, and--\"  \n\\\u003eSuddenly she yanks you in again, eyes spreading wide and jaw flopping open.  \n\\\u003eSo you gasp and start again.  \n\\\u003eFaster.  \n\\\u003eHer fur flies by like a Santa Ana wind and that creeping warmth spreads over and swallows you.  \n\\\u003eFaster until she cries out with a low, lilting howl, and until you buck and shudder, and fall atop her.  \n\\\u003eAnd then there it is again, faint over your rasping breaths.  \n\\\u003eThat little bit of ringing in your ear.  \n\\\u003eThe song of silence.  \n  \n\\\u003eThe warm shivers recede in a steady, rushing tide, and you flop on your back and slide your arm under her.  \n\\\u003eYou pull her close, the two of you staring up at the stars through a little skylight in the ceiling.  \n\\\u003e “...and then fusion begins again,\" Annie whimpers, “The hydrogen blanket you gave her ignites, and she blows it off into the sky in brilliant, flowing, mixing shades of every wavelength we've put on a spectrum. And they call her a nova.\"  \n\\\u003eShe slides her tail underneath you, wrapping the both of you in the waves of her fur.  \n\\\u003e “I studied a lot of novas in grad school, Anon. We use them to help us find distances, and to understand what happens under all that pressure. I suppose I understood well enough; I could explain it to you six ways to Sunday. There's a lot of theories in astronomy though, Anon, and one of my private theories was that it must feel something like this did.\"  \n\\\u003eYou fish around a little for her paw, then snare it in your palm when you find it at her side. You work your fingers between hers, pads and claws rubbing at your skin like the back of a sponge.  \n\\\u003e “You're not going to write a paper about it now, are you?\"  \n\\\u003eShe tightens her grip on your hand and smiles sweetly, canines breaking over her lower gums and shining like jewels in the light.  \n\\\u003e “I call it Annie's Law,\" she says, burrowing her muzzle back into your shoulder, “but I've got all the proof I need. I don't think you need any peer reviews.\"  \n\\\u003eKeeping hold of her, you reach to the wall and flick the light switch off.  \n  \n\\\u003eTwilight falls very suddenly around you, and then there's nothing to see but the glow of a seven-segment clock, and a sea of stars that speckle the windows like rain;  \n\\\u003eNothing to feel save for the warmth of Annie's fur, and the folds of the blanket as she pulls it over the both of you,  \n\\\u003eAnd no sound but the briney, cat's-tongue lick of desert wind against the aluminum walls.  \n\\\u003eShe presses close again, nestling her neck into the crook of your arm and resting her head beside you.  \n\\\u003e “You, uh, don't figure there's any skinwalkers out there in all that darkness, do you Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eYou ruffle her ears a little.  \n\\\u003e “You don't believe in skinwalkers.\"  \n\\\u003e “That'd be great if they were like fairies and died just because I didn't.\"  \n\\\u003e “There's no skinwalkers, Annie, but I'll leave the light on if you'd really rather.\"  \n\\\u003e “I think you'll be enough.\""}