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The galloping riff of my guitar and the pause in the drums let our vocalist, the skinny but nevertheless vicious malamute vocalist say the line that initiated the last breakdown, the final stretch before the end. Gauging the audience, they could barely keep themselves in one spot, pushing each other about and jumping until they could grab the tiles of the low hanging ceiling. The faded white interior of this tiny warehouse building was marked by squeaking shoes, stomping boots, dirt from outside and possibly blood from the participants as they moved their bodies to the metallic sound put on by our ensemble. There was no stage to separate us from the crowd, we were all on even ground and I had to sometimes duck and weave to avoid letting a mosher bean themselves on the head of my guitar. One repeat of the distorted riff from myself gave way to the malamute's loud and scratchy vocals that could make the very blood is his own veins boil and freeze at the same time:

Convince me of the flood and let me taste the blood.

The drummer pounded at his set until the metal bearings and pegs came loose, our bassist jumped and flailed himself about as the low end of the song came through our cheap speakers abrasively with clipping and feedback noise, while I myself was bending the thicker things, being the piece on top for the heavy atmosphere we were going for and goddamn achieving.

The last chord was struck and the night was sealed with an explosive finale. The vibrating strings of the guitar sang a destructive harmony as three strings bent at once to create a dissonant tune, the thumping bass strings sent finality to the rhythm, the drums slammed their last war call and the vocals repeated their last lyrical theme to the audience with feverish rage and tiredness before the room's soundscape was overwhelmed with their response.

As if the night couldn't get any better, the gal of this story caught my eye, and for once, it seemed like that gaze was mutual. She stood out in the crowd like nothing else, but to be fair, if it was for some objective qualities like her astounding height compared to the others. The brown and grey mare stood almost seven feet tall and certainly appeared to be made of stronger stuff than most. Out of the ensuing chaos and mosh pits in the tiny warehouse arena, no one was able to knock her down, especially when she was the aggressor. She was distracting in her effortlessness at knocking others over. This lack of strain was exemplified when several smaller furs tried to take her down, only to be brushed aside to the rising tension of our songs, my playing. Would I tell a lie and say I didn't hit those strings a bit harder upon seeing her carnage? Perhaps not.

At first, I thought fearfully, a bit insecurely, that she was gazing past me and looking at Damien, the vocalist of our group. I was a mere snowy owl in a sea of much more appealing furs to most eyes. The singing malamute was certainly a cutie to most of our consistent fans from our tiny metropolis, coming to every show. Some even came with signs of varying appropriateness. The malamute was about as straight as a circle, but the gals and devoted didn't need to know that. Internal debates no longer became necessary though as I took the guitar off of my shoulder and she came up to me and simply asked me if I was doing anything after the set. Shocked and surprised at how bold she was, I awkwardly paused before stammering that I was free to do anything after I packed up my things. To my relief and belief I botched my response, she told of her satisfaction upon hearing that answer while inching up closer to me before turning away from me, telling to meet her by the lot.

"Had a feeling you would take the tall girls." Marcus, our drummer responded coyly.

"And why is that?" I replied.

"So you have somewhere nice to perch yourself." A chuckle came from the rest of the group before I packed up my stuff and walked down the wooden pier stairs haphazardly attached to the renovated venue house. Throwing my gear into the band van with a disinterested and exaggerated eye roll, I waved to the others and walked off. They knew where I was going and didn't risk ruining it. Plus if they didn't, it would be unfair for the drummer to be left alone with a fan and not let other members get that chance. Kind of easy to attract mates however when you're a goofy but gargantuan bull.

The parking lot of the warehouse was illuminated only by the headlights of people's cars. The closest legitimate light was from the streetlamp out on Park Avenue, this being a side street that the city didn't pay much attention to. The darkness and the recent rain made the pavement shine and shimmer dimly, and to my brief worry, I didn't see the mare anywhere in sight. Was she waiting in a car? That question was soon answered as I received a tap on my shoulder. My head turned around without my body to see the mare standing over me with a slightly disquieting look upon her face.

"Oh, uh sorry." I quickly said as I turned the rest of my body around. "I forgot that doing that freaks some people out."

"Oh no, I'm not freaked out by it. My face possibly gave you the wrong impression." She said with a forced giggle. "Resting bitch face is what some call it." She scratched the back of her head and looked awkwardly away from me. The confidence from before seemed to be absent from her.

I briefly wondered where that boldness disappeared to, but I had to say something regardless. "You were really moving around while we were doing our last song..." She looked back to me but still seemed distant. "The most energy out of the entire room, and if I'm being honest, it was very motivating to play even harder. It was fun watching everyone try to take you down..."

Silence hung before she laughed once more. Her giggles and chuckles were cute and contrasted greatly with her frankly deep but unmistakably feminine voice. "I'm glad I was fun for you to watch. I'm sorry if I...made you uncomfortable by approaching. I guess the adrenaline got to my head."

At that moment, I grabbed onto her hands before hastily telling her that I didn't mind it whatsoever. The cocky smile she adorned minutes ago finally came back as my feathered hand covered her furred one."That's fantastic then." She replied in a sultry and low tone before picking me up without any effort and walking us over to one of the many outside walls of the warehouse covered by shadows and propping my small frame against the cold surface before feigning a question of whether I was open to kisses from her black and thoroughly wet lips. Propping my legs around her waist and supporting my back with her muscular arms, she didn't need a verbal answer as my body spoke for me, a mass of mine pulsating and vibrating against her midriff. Her tall figure was complemented by what felt like a body that was rock solid, perfect to hold myself against. Permission was further granted as my tongue and beak gave no resistance to her long and coarse tongue, freely wrapping itself around mine and wrestling for dominance between and inside each other's mouths. The dark grey extension of hers was longer than I even expected, being able to wrap itself almost entirely around my neck as she kissed and spread herself onto my body.

Fate that day wouldn't be kind however as the parking lot became busy enough to make our shaded hiding spot no longer viable. Both of us were left panting by the others aggressive desire. Begging to be with her for a while longer, I offered her a ride home in the band van. She regretfully mentioned to me however that she lived off in North Attleboro, which was almost two hours away from Worcester. I wanted her to stay with me a while longer and she expressed the same desire, even in a voice that wasn't trying to lure me to bed. We talked and laughed for a while before the band mates came to get me so they could drop my stuff off at my house. My companion introduced herself to him, and I was surprised to learn her name just then, after all of the intensity from before. I gave her mine as well, and I told my band mates that they could go on without me and I'll pick the gear up from Damien's house while I walked Anna back to the train station.

True to my word, I did walk her back to the train station and refused to leave her side until she successfully departed. We talked and talked for almost an hour before the train came by, and I thankfully got her phone number before she left for the night and many more after that. We made each other laugh reliably and I think my evasive but present charm won her over after my stage presence charm introduced us to each other. Just like her aggressive allure introduced me to her, and her cuteness and dorky charm kept me reeled in. I was as helpless as a baby chick when she looked at me with those eyes while standing over me, and I never felt better in my entire life. Not even learning to flap my wings could beat this sensation.

I savored that night for a long time. Anna and I texted and called each other as often as possible after 1 month. Being a broke college student with a job didn't give me many opportunities to go and see her, but I made the effort after the 1st month and took days off, went on that same train I left her on and went to see her. In the time between our first meeting and the second, I did my best to work out and look better for her, which led to many mornings of groaning in pain and unsure if I was actually getting toned but feeling confident regardless. Practiced my guitar more and more to try and endlessly impress.

Her parents were always home, so that passion from that night before couldn't be escalated with the paper thin walls and creaky bed frame. The band was over at that point but she asked for a poster of the group anyways from that brief line of merch we barely had enough pennies to make. This was maybe one out of a dozen made in total: an embarrassingly edgy "pose-off" where the four of us couldn't decide if we wanted to make a goofy Power Rangers pose or all individually have the tortured emo kid look that avoided any direct eye contact with the camera, so it was mix and match, fail and clash. Occasionally I brought my acoustic guitar along to play her some mellow tunes, and sometimes she would rest her head on my thigh while I played, falling asleep to the melody I spent more hours rehearsing than I cared to admit. She asked me to sing once or twice, but I told her no to save her the pain of hearing my awful yodels that are probably against the Geneva Convention.

The restrictions on the two of us, plus the high possibility of her father trying to look in through the keyhole, drove us completely mad. Her breasts pushed upon my chest as she laid on top of and straddled me was one thing, her tongue threatening to move down from my neck to my chest and so forth was another, but feeling the heat from both of our respective crotches rubbing up against each other with some wetness in between was filling us with a literal rage that threatened pillow cases with screaming and fists, bed sheets with wrinkling and tearing, and doors jangled and being ripped from hinges.

Five months pass, three more visits. No luck. No cash for a hotel room and no place to be by ourselves. As much as I hate to say it, that was what broke us apart originally. The closest we got to anything explicit beyond the kissing and groping was the string of lewd text messages concerning domination, rough play and what not. The more time spent steaming and not blowing it off, the worse our schedules got, reinforcing the problem. We got busier and busier with our college lives: I was training to be a teacher and she was going to be a nurse. Even when I was free after four years of schooling, she wouldn't be around for at least twelve. The replies to each other's messages stopped at finals period and I did all I could to muster the effort to text her back, to start another conversation that would inevitably go back to "Oh I wish we could see each other" and just couldn't. So I gave up for a while, even the gals and hunks that came around couldn't replace her. The only benefit they had over Anna was that they lived within the same post code.

That all changed on one fateful night however. Half a year later...

It was October, the middle of the autumn semester at university and the time of year where all the fun festivals were happening. A couple of my friends wanted to go to the Halloween festival at the biggest entertainment center in Boston. Being a last minute announcement to me even though I wanted to go, I decided to throw together the best plague doctor outfit I could possibly make. Haphazard would be a generous term but I still looked good in all the black leather attire. The convention center was bursting with other participants in costumes that even made my prepared friends look amateurish in comparison: some were walking corpses with limbs and patches of skin looking realistically detached while others just gave in and exploded with Gothic creativity and macabre decadence like the vampires, witches and sexy scientists. Many small groups of costumed folk littered the floor, some witches even sitting on the floor as if they were about to start cult chants and bring out the fake blood to stain the navy blue carpet floors. Stands for overpriced merch littered every wall of the center: themed clothes, painted flasks and dollar store fangs; with some of the vendors seeming to even give each other death glares when a customer would pick one stand over the other first.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd overwhelmed most attempts at conversation short of screaming at each other through our rubber masks, so my friends and I found a nice corner to sit in while we let our squealing legs recover from the previous hours of walking the convention floor.

My phone which had been quiet for most of the day suddenly vibrated within my pocket: a text message. Upon unlocking my screen, a strange feeling overcame my face, like someone stealthily glued an anchor to my beak and spine at the same time. The sender was Anna, and I still had a blue heart next to the mare's name that I forgot about. Swiping it open, the message read:

"Hey Leon, are you busy right now?"

With haste, I replied as quickly as I could, making several spelling mistakes and doing my best to eliminate them and create a composed message.

"Anna, it's so nice to hear from you. I'm not busy but if you try calling, I might not be able to hear you. I'm at a con."

I stood up from my friends and looked out the thick glass panes towards the Boston streets, unsure but happy to hear from her after what felt like years. Upon my hoping and staring through the pane, I saw a large figure in the weak reflection. Before I could turn around and confirm my possible delusion, I was picked immediately up off the floor by the figure. The companions beside me just looked up confused and enamored by the one who was carrying me bridal style. The beauty still shined through her costume: she wore scrubs torn and tattered and displayed gore and exposed veins on her fur and skin, a literal sexy nurse with zombification.

"I'm just gonna be off for a bit fellas, I'll explain later." I turned to my friends before Anna turned me around and started huffing in the opposite direction. As she marched on, security guards looked at us with wary eyes but Anna's size probably deterred them or maybe they noticed how much I was enjoying it by nuzzling into her and wrapping arms around one of hers. "You were getting ready to leave anyways? Right?" Anna finally said as the exit came into sight, that cocky smile adorning her face. "No plans for tonight, no girlfriend or boyfriend to tend to?"

"No commitments." I simply said, looking up into her piercingly green eyes. "And I'm all yours."

"Good." She said with a kiss on my plague doctor mask. "Cause unlike before, I have money...and a hotel room." The words escaping her lips sent an excitement through me coupled with a warm sensation my body could barely contain. A goofy smile came upon my face in such force, it made my cheeks hurt and tempted myself to escape her arms and hurry her even more to this supposed destination. The enthusiasm was evident and showed through the mask's eye holes because she gave a small giggle before making larger strides and stepping outside of the convention center.

Minutes later with many odd looks from passers by, we arrived at the hotel Anna was staying at for the weekend, something from a big chain that thankfully seemed to have thick walls and big beds. The only time that Anna put me down was to unlock the door to her room. Both of us were quiet, not even asking each other why they were in Boston, but it didn't matter, all that was important was that there were the two of us together in a private space. The details of the room like if the windows were open or if the bed was even made became obscured as I admired and restricted myself from fondling and tasting her form a minute too soon.

As soon as the door opened, she quickly let herself in before pulling onto my arm with one hand, sending me into her chest, while her free hand ripped the mask and whatever remaining clothes I had off. Wrapping one hand around my neck, she lifted me as if I was weightless before planting her lips on mine, letting our tongues wrestle and push each other down. Pulling me into her chest again, I wrapped my legs around her waist and laid my arms upon her shoulders as she pushed my form into the shutting door. Her tongue lathered my neck while her nails marked my back, I tried to fight or give back but the throbbing of my cock and the chills she sent through my body made it hard to even think, let alone retaliate. A few more wrestlings of the tongue ensued, where I even managed to bite her neck a few times, providing the moans I waited so long to hear again.

The moment to savor didn't last long however as she slid her hands underneath my arms and detached me from her body, lifting me momentarily before throwing me onto the queen sized bed, my bottom bouncing one time before being at rest. Her hands rested upon the buttons of her scrubs, pausing just to give a cheeky smile and undoing only one at a time in a slow enough fashion to be torturous. The wait bored her in time too because with three buttons remaining, she ripped them apart all at once before sliding her pants off in an instant. Marveling at her body, I laid there helpless as my already full cock felt like it desperately wanted to be bigger than it was to store all the blood and more rushing to it. The brown and grey mixture painted her entire body in pleasing ways, with the accents of black upon her nipples, surrounded by the brown breasts and a grey midriff, her toned body finally being in full view of me after so many years of wondering. She grabbed a hold of my legs before pulling me forward and guiding me to sit up at the edge of the bed. Holding my member in her hands, she greeted it with a cute hello and informed me of how long she too was waiting. No witty response came to mind as that long and dark tongue of hers exited her mouth and wrapped itself around the head of my burning red cock, the warmness of her was followed by the flood of saliva she poured onto the top, spreading it around with her hands and then working that tongue down my chest and cradling my balls with her suckling lips seconds after. I gasped and yelped as she lowered herself completely onto my member, deepthroating and making sure the plump of her tongue pushed hard against my head as she slid it all the way to the back of her long mouth.

As much as I was enjoying her conquest of me, I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't just want her, I needed her and I couldn't allow her to be doing all of the work. As she released my cock from her mouth, leaving a mess of drool upon the entire shaft and was about to deepthroat my cock again, I held my hands out and stopped her head. She resisted before giving me a confused look. Wasn't long before that certain expression came back and she stood up.

"I get it, my good little snow owl is hungry too." Pushing me down completely, she moved her hips to where her large, wet pussy hung over my head. "Now dig in if you want me that badly." Wasn't my plan but the wetness and smell took over any critical thinking and before I could even take another breath, I took my tongue and pushed it inside of her orifice as deeply as possible before flicking it up and down to taste and scoop up as much of her moist insides before pulling out and running my tongue flat against her clitoris. She moaned and cursed while lowering herself even further onto me, making it even easier to lap up everything her lovely body could offer me. I would lick her dry if even given the chance, yet she selfishly would thrust and move around enough to make that harder after she just made it easier. The giggles between her moans confirmed her hidden sadism. Soon I freed my arms and pulled down on her arms, keeping her in place as I dug even more into her bounteous juices and felt her twitches and moans beckon even more wetness upon my beak and tongue.

A long suck on the clit was how we ended that part of our welcoming ceremony before she pulled me up to the bed rest and straddled me on the hips, moving in for more passionate kisses, being able to still taste herself on my tongue and myself on hers. She then grabbed my cock and straightened it up before lowering herself onto it, the feeling of my hot member penetrating through her pulsating chamber shocked the both of us with how good it felt. Taking it slow, we panted before smiling at each other, and just as the moment held, I decided to surprise her by suddenly thrusting into her much faster than before. Yelping and screaming at first, that smile grew even wider before she pushed herself back on me, causing me to bite my lip and try my best not to cum right then and there.

"Oh, is something the matter?" She said with a hefty amount of attitude. "Surely you can fuck me harder than that." I grabbed her by the shoulders before pulling her off of my wet and pulsating cock. Pushing her onto her back, I kneeled beside her and pulled her legs over my shoulders before putting myself inside her once more.

Another moan escaped her lips as I used all of my strength to pull her onto my cock instead of thrusting forward, the fluids of her coating me and splashing about on the bed with every moan, curse and dramatic push. Her legs wrapped around my back to force me in even further than before. The look on her eyes switched back and forth from cocky dominance to restrained pleading every few seconds, trying to maintain her aggressive persona.

"If you want more hun, you're gonna need to be more encouraging." I simply said as I stopped myself, feeling her twitch and squeeze on the portion of myself still inside her. Nostrils flared before her hands grasped onto my shoulders with an iron grip. The pain from her grasp was exhilarating to a point of ignoring the obvious pain and fear of her actually breaking a bone. Seconds felt like minutes when she tried to regain control and stare me down.

"Fine..." She grunted, with comical steam expected to appear from her nose. "Please fuck me."

"I need more than that." I retorted with my hand around her neck now and a sudden thrust, letting me touch the farthest point inside her. "Plus I know your voice can go higher than that." The flaring of the nose came again until she pushed me right off of her, slamming into the headrest. As my vision gained focus once more, I saw the giant get on all fours in front of me, her ass in the air and her hands clutching tightly on the sheets.

Her voice adopted a higher tone, prime for begging but her words still held the tip of the knife during this fight. "Fuck me if you think you can actually satisfy me, I've yet to be proven that." Those words pulled at the feathers adorning my neck, forcing me forwards to slap her ass before pushing myself inside once again, even gyrating my hips and feeling myself rub against even more areas inside. Grabbing onto her arms, I pulled her back onto my cock, her ass slamming against my waist as quickly as possible and that brash persona faded from mind and ear immediately as she wails and yelps of joy filled the room, overpowering the squeaks of the frame and the slapping sound our bodies made when they met. Her wetness started to coat even my hips the harder that I slammed into her, and I could feel the sternness in her body start to fade, being tempted to fall into the bed. Her pussy tightened around me where it made me thrust even harder to be inside her and feel the warm and pulsing center of her down-under press against the head of my own pulsing, vibrating, twitching and more in anticipation of the final stretch.

"Please! Fuck me Leon! Oh god, please, please,please!" She yelped, pressing her head down into the bed sheets and moaning consistently. Her words were my command as I let go of her hands and let her sink into the mattress before propping her ass up higher and standing up to have a more powerful stance, able to push into her from above. A small whimper came from her mouth as I briefly exited her body but was followed by a cry of jittery joy as I slid back inside, holding her legs and slamming with all the force possible in my being, stopping only to rotate around her insides and pushing all of the untended areas my tongue couldn't get to before. Her slimy insides tightened more and more around my cock until I couldn't move anymore, she moaned before all out screaming, prompting another flood to lather and gather all over myself.

When she loosened, I immediately went back to thrusting into her, prompting her to yell and moan with shaky delivery, unable to hold her vowels for more than two seconds. Flipping her over quickly while I was still inside her, I thrust even faster and faster, feeling her splash onto me and cover my body in her warmth. She yelled that she was going to cum again to which I slammed into her a few more times, waited for her to tighten and flood once more, before pulling myself out of her hastily and covering her chest in my semen. The amount on display filled the space between her tits, decorated the nipples and slowly formed a river down her midriff.

She gave me an open smile in between ragged breaths. "You could've cum inside me, but this is good too. I've got a good pill." "Well you can never be too careful." I said, taking a deep breath and still astonished by the view. "Plus, you never gave us time to debate." I made a motion towards my neck which might get marks. Worth it. "Well I'm sorry." She said with feigned and melodramatic sincerity. "Guess you'll have to clean me up though. I don't think I brought out the tissues." "Yes ma'am." I answered before running my tongue from bottom of her stomach up to both of her breasts, lapping up the thing I desperately still wanted to cover and fill her with, then flicking the tip of my tongue on her nipples and holding them entirely between my lips and mouth. "Does someone want a taste?" She answered by bringing my mouth to hers and intertwining our tongues together for the dozenth time that day.

As much as we clawed at each other's skin in anticipation for round two, it never came. Instead we looked into each other's eyes and cradled each other, missing even these quiet times, even if what we wanted back when this was common was the louder activity.

I haven't seen Anna in quite a long while unfortunately, even as the attempts for long distance romance continued, things faltered, hopes fell apart the busier that she got and the more I had to grow up.

She found someone else to be with, to support her during her training days. I couldn't blame her and I didn't. I did the same when I needed someone to support me. I didn't want to, but I knew she couldn't wait for me. The world never did, so why should she, even when she was my world, especially for that brief night?

Another phone call, another relationship ended with someone who was nice. Someone who was pretty or handsome even, but regardless if they held a whip and could lift me without any effort, it was never the same as when Anna did it.

The last chord of that show I played in front of her unfortunately remains a staple in my soundscape, so every time I play that three string reverse chord, I think of the movements she made in that crowd, the fidgets she made in our embraces and the strides she made when our naked bodies finally became acquainted. I've never been much of a lyricist, but our times away, when our text filled communications went on for far too long every night, depriving sleep for the next day, did inspire me to try.

I loved her. I know that now, but now I also know that I hate her for what she did to me.