{"sf1_id":1662172,"sf2_id":"lmXNbar1","title":"Snow, Spots, and Snuggles","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":1631,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:38:15.000Z","tags":["Greentext","Human","Hyena","Second Person","Snuggles"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662172-snow-spots-and-snuggles","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXNbar1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7c/ec/7cec1f17-2c15-4c69-a658-0cffe5f5d636","description":"[Greentext] Anon helps his girl get through the frigid, unfamiliar Midwestern winter.","content":"\\\u003eAnon on safari  \n\\\u003eYou had taken a trip to Africa for the sights, the food, the wildlife…  \n\\\u003eAnd frankly, the smoking hot tour guides  \n\\\u003eThere were several raunchy pinups of females urging you to take a tour across the Serengeti  \n\\\u003eAll of them anthros of various species  \n\\\u003eYou knew the trip itself was going to be breathtaking, but you'd be lying if you said the women weren't a big factor for your excursion  \n\\\u003eAnd it was a dream come true when you booked a tour led by a spunky hyena girl  \n\\\u003eFuraha  \n\\\u003eShe was witty, boisterous, and quite the tease  \n\\\u003eVisually, she had an amazing coat with an incredible sheen, a muscular frame that towered over you, and a devilishly playful smile  \n\\\u003eSo of course when you got to talking after the tour and invited her to get a drink or two, you didn't expect her to actually say “yes\"  \n\\\u003eThe rest of your African itinerary was chucked into the garbage  \n\\\u003eYou wanted to spend the rest of your vacation with her  \n  \n\\\u003eFast forward several months later  \n\\\u003eYou're eagerly waiting at the airport for Furaha's plane to arrive  \n\\\u003eAs much as she had loved her job, you had changed her life enough for her to love YOU even more  \n\\\u003eSo she called it quits in Africa and vowed to come to the States to live with you  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, her eagerness blocked your warnings about arriving in the middle of winter  \n\\\u003eA Midwestern winter  \n\\\u003eThe plane was temperate, as was the terminal itself  \n\\\u003eBut when you see her in her khaki shorts and shirt you got shivers yourself  \n\\\u003eShe definitely isn't prepared, so you encourage her to pick up some warmer clothes  \n\\\u003e\"I've seen cool evenings,\" she says, slapping you on the back. “How bad could it be?\"  \n\\\u003eStill, she humors you and at least buys a nice jacket  \n\\\u003eYou're at baggage claim when she sees the white powder coming down outside  \n\\\u003e\"Ha! Never thought I'd see this stuff in real life!\"  \n\\\u003eYou struggle to carry her smallest bag as she hefts the rest onto one shoulder and under her other arm  \n\\\u003eYou know snow, and you already felt its bite on your way to the airport  \n\\\u003eBut when Furaha walks outside she almost drops all her luggage  \n\\\u003e\"S-s-shit,\" she says, trying to laugh it off, “I d-didn't expect it to be THIS c-c-cold…\"  \n\\\u003eYou hail a cab and you two pack the trunk with her belongings  \n\\\u003eYou ask the driver to crank the heat up, but it's not enough to keep Furaha from shivering  \n\\\u003eYou hold her for warmth, and she seems to shrink as she buries her head into your chest  \n\\\u003eFortunately your place isn't far away, and soon the cab drops you off  \n\\\u003eIt would be easier to get inside if Furaha wasn't trying to burrow into your coat  \n\\\u003eOnce inside, you do all you can to make the place comfortable  \n\\\u003eYou're making a pot of coffee as she pulls the cushions off the couch and makes a fort out of them to trap the heat inside  \n\\\u003eIt makes you a little sad to see her suffering, but it's also hard not to find it adorable  \n\\\u003eYou prepare the bed at night for the two of you  \n\\\u003eYou had to buy an extra large mattress for Furaha, but it was worth it for her sake  \n\\\u003eShe's actually charging by you before leaping under the covers  \n\\\u003eNothing left but a shaking mound of sheets  \n\\\u003eYou approach the bed, and a furry arm wraps around your waist  \n\\\u003eYou have sudden flashbacks to your younger days, afraid of the monster under the bed that might drag you underneath  \n\\\u003eNow, it's trying to drag you INTO the bed  \n\\\u003eFuraha jerks you under the covers with her  \n\\\u003eThe air is stifling, even more so when she completely envelopes you with her body  \n\\\u003eShe still smells like the Serengeti, and her fur is just as soft as the first time you held her paws in your hands  \n\\\u003eYou stroke her reassuringly  \n\\\u003eEventually, her shaking subsides  \n\\\u003e\"You better not think less of me,\" she says.  \n\\\u003eIn spite of her misery, she keeps her attitude chipper  \n\\\u003eYou tell her you'll do everything you can to make her comfortable here  \n\\\u003eShe just chuckles herself to sleep  \n  \n\\\u003eWhen Furaha takes a shower, steam is billowing from the bathroom  \n\\\u003eShe raids your closet for your clothes; most are a little too small for her, especially when she layers them  \n\\\u003eShe always has a piping hot cup of coffee or tea in hand  \n\\\u003eYou feel bad leaving her, but you have to clear some snow outside that the city hasn't gotten around to plowing yet  \n\\\u003eYou're shoveling as much as possible when you catch a glimpse into your window  \n\\\u003eA mountain of blankets is looking back at you  \n\\\u003eIt has a black-nosed muzzle sticking out of it  \n\\\u003eAnd it's fogging up the glass as it waits for your return  \n\\\u003eIt should have been ample warning for you as you head back inside, because you're devoured by the mass of blankets as soon as you walk through the door  \n\\\u003eCompletely inside, you are shuffled back to the couch fort where the beast's lair is set up  \n\\\u003eShe has a tiny space heater facing the opening, and even more sheets packed inside  \n\\\u003e\"D-don't you dare go out there again like that,\" she whispers to you  \n\\\u003eYou know she's just joking  \n\\\u003eMaybe  \n\\\u003e\"I get c-colder just looking at you out there, all hairless and unp-protected.\"  \n\\\u003eYou tell her she'll get used to it over time  \n\\\u003e\"Y-yeah? When's that?\"  \n\\\u003eWell, it IS the Midwest, so she could always pack on a little winter weight…  \n\\\u003eShe'd probably smack you if her arms were free, so she resorts to just constricting you with those toned arms of hers  \n\\\u003eYou don't think you can even make it to the bed  \n\\\u003eGuess you're camping out in the pillow fort tonight  \n  \n\\\u003eOver time, it seems like Furaha is adjusting to the cold  \n\\\u003eNot much, but enough to bundle up and take brief, wary trips outside  \n\\\u003eYou have to admit, being cuddled by a hyena girl night after night makes you feel almost guilty  \n\\\u003eThe only problem is the hit your heating bill is taking  \n\\\u003eBut you said you'd do everything you can to make her comfortable, and you meant it  \n\\\u003eShe's a good sport about it, and she even lets you talk her into making a snow-yeen in the yard  \n\\\u003eThe landscape looks like heaven, with your angel in the middle of it  \n\\\u003e\"Heaven\" being appropriate, because the snowball is already in mid-flight when you realize the mistake you've made  \n\\\u003eShe's going to kill you  \n\\\u003eThe snowball splats against her neck, soaking into her mane  \n\\\u003eShe glares at you with a bloodthirsty look  \n\\\u003eYou can't even wade more than a few steps before you're hoisted into the air and carried back inside  \n\\\u003eThe door flies open and then slams shut  \n\\\u003eEverything's rushing by as she tears though your place  \n\\\u003eHeading to your bedroom?  \n\\\u003eBefore you know it, she's ripping your clothes off  \n\\\u003eAnd even her own  \n\\\u003eShe whips a blanket around her shoulders and ties it off around her neck, like a cape  \n\\\u003eYou are thrown onto the nest of bedsheets, and Furaha straddles you  \n\\\u003eHer rage-induced body temperature is radiating off of her  \n\\\u003e\"You think you're funny, huh?\" she says  \n\\\u003eShe laughs forcefully  \n\\\u003eAnd it never ends  \n\\\u003eShe reaches behind her neck, where some of the slosh from your prank is sticking on her fur  \n\\\u003eIt melts into her paw, dampening it  \n\\\u003eHer laugh turns maniacal  \n\\\u003eAnd kind of turns you on as well  \n\\\u003eThat is, until you see just where her paw is reaching:  \n\\\u003eYour exposed groin  \n\\\u003eShe grabs your member and starts pumping it  \n\\\u003eFuck, it's cold!  \n\\\u003eBut the chill subsides as your arousal keeps the blood going  \n\\\u003eSoon you're fully erect, and Furaha lifts herself directly over you  \n\\\u003e\"There's more than one way to get all hot and heavy,\" she manages to say somewhere between her cackling  \n\\\u003eHer thighs drop, and your whole length is engulfed  \n\\\u003eShe's in complete control, bucking and huffing  \n\\\u003eShe rubs her paws over your chest, half to punish you some more with her frigid pads and half to warm them up  \n\\\u003eNot like you're not enjoying yourself, though…  \n\\\u003eYou'll have to tell her she looks like a superhero with that sheet-cape flowing behind her  \n\\\u003eWhen she's in a better mood, that is  \n\\\u003eHer rhythm picks up, and you can feel yourself reaching climax yourself  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a cry of pleasure as you spray liquid heat inside her body  \n\\\u003eYou'd think the afterglow that follows such fiery lovemaking would stretch out a LITTLE longer than it does  \n\\\u003eHer laughing dies down, but doesn't die out completely  \n\\\u003eShe undoes her cape and wraps it around herself fully  \n\\\u003eThe two of you are once again snuggled into the mess of blankets and under the covers  \n\\\u003eHer laughing turns to gentle whining as she gives a single shiver, but with you by her side she calms down  \n\\\u003e\"A-anon,\" Furaha moans, “you really do make it all worth it.\"  \n\\\u003eYou stroke her fur as she encases you once more with her entire physique  \n\\\u003eYour head against her neck  \n\\\u003eHer legs intertwined with yours  \n\\\u003eEven her tail wants to get into the middle  \n\\\u003e\"I think I can tough it out until spring,\" she says, “but…\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes your chin in her paw and tilts your head gaze into your eyes  \n\\\u003eJust as lively and spirited as the day you first saw her  \n\\\u003e\"I hope you'll consider moving someplace a little warmer, at least for the winter.\"  \n\\\u003eYour mouth connects with her muzzle, and you share a deep, passionate kiss  \n\\\u003eYou can practically feel the warmth of the African sun as you lie with your hyena lover"}