{"sf1_id":1400016,"sf2_id":"Vm2ov7gn","title":"Michigan Winter","author":"Mantrid_Brizon","words":799,"posted_at":"2018-12-25T12:51:55.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Boy","Cat","Cave","Drama","Fear","Feline","Female","Furry","Girl","Human","Human/Furry","Human/anthro","Lion","Lioness","Love","Male","Mystic","Never Seen Sex Act","Pet","Poem","Poetry","Prison","Rhyme","Romance","Ropes","Slave","Snow","Story","Tribal","storm","tribe"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1400016-michigan-winter","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2ov7gn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/21/3c/213c37ac-91b6-4368-b9c1-efa0f3d72616","description":"A bit of Christmas poetry, because I'm still a poet, if ever a terrible one. A man struggles to escape a frigid storm, only to find himself in a cave. Exploring the cave, he encounters more than he could have ever possible imagined...  \n  \nAuthor's Notes: 1) Like \"Voodoo Shark\", this is a poem-story, with roughly 760-ish words. 2) The title has little to do with the actual poem's subject matter, and there's a reason for that. My first Christmas poem, \"Tennessee Snow\", was written in Tennessee and during a snowstorm. It's a simple enough title theme. :3","content":"Michigan Winter\n\n(12/25/2018)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was lost in silver haze,\n\nWandered as though in a maze,\n\nMy camp was deep within the snow,\n\nAs the frosty wind did blow,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIcy shards that stung my skin,\n\nStumbling back and forth again,\n\nShelter from the storm I sought,\n\nBut changing life is what I wrought,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI found a cave to hide into,\n\nAs my skin was turning blue,\n\nTwigs and leaves I pushed together,\n\nWhile shivering like solo feather,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSparked a flame to warm my berth,\n\nAmber glow from simple hearth,\n\nEyes that scanned the rocky walls,\n\nNoticed there were several halls,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMade a torch of wood and resin,\n\nDarkness loomed and silence deafened,\n\nSlowly walked toward my left,\n\nEerie wind was courage theft,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCrept within the musty pit,\n\nJust the step before was lit,\n\nCame upon a wonderous sight,\n\nMassive cavern of glowing light,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFar below a single tree,\n\nSaw something I couldn’t foresee,\n\nBeasts that walk around like men,\n\nLiving in expansive fen,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI gazed upon a land like Zion,\n\nTheir paw-like feet and heads like lions,\n\nCoats of fur and swaying tails,\n\nFollow them like deadly flails,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStanding on an upper tier,\n\nI could not help but to leer,\n\nSat upon the ledge of rock,\n\nI fused myself like concrete blocks,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor unknown time I sat and stared,\n\nFinally they saw me there,\n\nAt my presence ire made,\n\nAnd t’was I who was afraid,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTried to flee but rocks were slick,\n\nAnd the cat-folk were too quick,\n\nCaptured me without a struggle,\n\nWrapped me like a tinder bundle,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCarried me into their home,\n\nLaid me down on sky blue brome,\n\nA language I can’t comprehend,\n\nOf my fate they did contend,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKnowing not what to do with me,\n\nThey tied me to their splendid tree,\n\nContinued on with daily lives,\n\nCommunity buzzed like a hive,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter some time a being came,\n\nAnd grabbed my arm as if to claim,\n\nCut the ropes and pulled me up,\n\nI felt like a frightened pup,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking at a female form,\n\nThat otherwise was of the norm,\n\nSlender waist and ample breasts,\n\nHer figure covered in a dress,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI found in her a strange appeal,\n\nThough my freedom she did steal,\n\nShe took me to a little hut,\n\nA door of hide she quickly shut,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat did she have in store for me?\n\nWould my tomorrow ever be?\n\nAll of my dramatic thought,\n\nPreparedness was all for naught,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEven though I was confined,\n\nThe lioness was very kind,\n\nOf my needs she would attend,\n\nShe became my only friend,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA simple language we did share,\n\nCommunicate with awkward stares,\n\nSubtle gestures and gentle touch,\n\nAbout each other we learned so much,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith the night came restful sleep,\n\nThe lioness made nary a peep.\n\nShe pulled me in and held me tight,\n\nHer grip I didn’t want to fight,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer embrace was comforting,\n\nAnd quickly I was slumbering,\n\nBut dawn would bring another strife,\n\nThe lioness begged for my life,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTheir king I met and he did speak,\n\nMy future was looking bleak,\n\nI shivered as my fate unfurled,\n\nBut they gave me to the girl,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA toothy maw she smiled with joy,\n\nAnd clung to me like a child’s toy,\n\nAmused chuckles and little grins,\n\nCame from many of her kin,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut I was under her protection,\n\nShe showered me with much affection,\n\nShe didn’t care what the other’s thought,\n\nMy fate we were no longer fraught,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMany weeks would come and go,\n\nFriendship and beyond we sowed,\n\nHer language she would teach to me,\n\nI practiced with the utmost glee,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI learned her name and so much more,\n\nA love for me she quickly swore,\n\nHer man who came from the beyond,\n\nI did not know how to respond,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe truth is that I felt the same,\n\nMy feelings weren’t sickly or lame,\n\nThe lion girl who spared my life,\n\nFor her my love is ever rife,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith our sincerest confessions,\n\nWe enjoyed passion’s expressions,\n\nOur love was just barely sated,\n\nBut we felt invigorated,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter which we made a pledge,\n\nA marriage that we would allege,\n\nSeeing my sincerity,\n\nHer clan then slowly warmed to me,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo longer in captivity,\n\nI now have my liberty,\n\nBut with the tribe I live my life,\n\nAnd stay close to my caring wife,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI once was lost but now I’m found,\n\nThe wind that howled like a hound,\n\nIt’s icy fire on my flesh,\n\nWinter storm gleefully threshed,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd sheltering inside the cave,\n\nWhere my future could be saved,\n\nI found more than a reprieve,\n\nNew life and love I did receive.","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1385317-red-claw-s-rhyme.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1400158-the-ballad-of-drunken-santa.json"}}