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The night thankfully passed without major incident, the minor ones being Kelsey running in her sleep a bit, her legs kicking about, and the sound of raccoons messing around near the car, who got growled away. The two of them awoke stiff as boards from sleeping in the car, crawling out as best they could and stretching more than they would have liked to.

“Ungh! That was an awful idea, how did people do that?" Kelsey asked as she tried to bend backwards onto the hood.

“Most of the time people didn't, it was too uncomfortable. Emergencies only." Erik chuckled, running his hand over his head, the short brush of brown hair grazing his hand. “Well, should we get going? The walk might help us stretch out a bit."

“Yeah..." She looked around. The landscape seemed a bit unfamiliar. “Uh, which way did we go from town...?"

Erik tried to think. He couldn't remember, all he remembered was dragging her away from the potential fight. “Did we go west...?"

“I think so? Maybe? Damn... are we lost now?" Kelsey's mind was too distracted to focus on directions like usual this time.

Erik tried to retrace his steps. “I was there, at the lake, fishing. We came from that way. I think." He pointed down the coastline, east of their position.

“No, that can't be right. We were in that forest, right? I'm sure we've gotta head this way." She countered his internal compass with her own, pointing west instead. “I... it's nothing personal, Erik. But I don't want to be lost out here with you."

“You don't?"

“Well, you know what state I'm in right now. And that's the problem, isn't it?" She laughed, her tail flopping. “I have to get to my suiting. And I want you to be there to see it. You've become a trusted friend of mine very quickly."

“I'd be honored, Kelsey. Of course I'll be there."

The morning air was slightly foggy. The woods around were alive with the sound of birds and squirrels, so nothing had yet spooked them, including them. They were actually quiet enough that they eventually spooked a deer. As it bounded off into the bush, Kelsey commented on it.

“Beautiful, aren't they?"

“Quite. I'm happy to see nature is still alive and well after all that's happened."

“Mostly the same old nature for you, but you're a new nature for us, I guess. Interesting times."

“Yeah. I look forward to seeing where the future takes us. Who knows what new places this world will go."

“Shame we won't get to see the distant future. I'm just focusing on the short term. My lifetime, and my children's lifetime." She commented, putting her hands on her hips. “I will have lots of children, just to make sure."

Erik simply chuckled, not adding anything to the conversation.

She tried to include him in it more. “Don't you want to have lots of children too?"

He shrugged. “I've always wanted to have at least a couple, but like I had mentioned, it was hard enough just to find someone, let alone have kids and such. It was a concept I had basically given up on in the final days. I was just concerned about surviving."

“Right." She held her chin and looked at him mischievously. “About that bunny... They have lots of children, you know."

He paused her with his hands. “Whoa, let's take one thing at a time, I don't even know this bunny."

She giggled and wagged her tail as they continued to hike. “Well, Jenny's her name, she's pretty nice. Likes trying to figure out old gadgets the humans left behind, sometimes I show her old junk I find. I don't know how she feels about humans in the flesh, though. But if we have time when we get back, I'll run the idea by her, if she's up to it, maybe I'll introduce you two."

He knew she was being kind, trying to play matchmaker. “Heh... thanks, Kelsey."

After about an hour of walking, Kelsey spoke up. “Erik. I think I was wrong." She stopped and looked at him. “You were right, I think we're walking the wrong way."

“Do you want to go back?"

She thought for a second. “Actually, no... I want to get away from that town in case those guys or Colton come back to get either of us. Damn, I think we'll have to keep going. Even if it is the wrong way." She looked down at her feet in resignation.

“Think about all the salvage we can find if we go a new direction."

She looked up to him, out the corner of her eye and smirked, her canines showing a bit. “Now you're getting the hang of it."

They continued their forced march, over the hills and through the trees, eventually leading up to a creek. Next to the creek was another house, a worn-down sheet metal shack of a house.

“What a dump." Erik commented, his hands on his hips as he looked at the place. “Looks ready to fall in on itself."

“Did people live like this often?"

“Not usually, but things got pretty rough in our final days. A place like this was probably a hunting cabin before, since everything else is wilderness." He explained, as they approached the cabin. The old screen door had long since fallen off its greened brass hinges as the wooden door frame rotted out from behind it. The floor inside was soft and pliable, meaning the wood would probably give out soon, too. For the moment, it seemed stable enough to venture inside.

As they entered, Kelsey jumped slightly and barked. A destroyed deer head was mounted on the wall. “Ah! Oh, definitely a hunt camp. Hh... I don't understand why humans used to keep the heads like this."

“They only did it sometimes, but taking a trophy, usually of your first kill, was a way to show your achievement to people. Or they'd take the antlers if they got any. Just for show." He explained, poking around at things left laying about the place.

“Kind of savage if you ask me."

Erik picked up an old shot glass, decorated with tiny little oranges, a souvenir from Florida. “I guess anthros only hunt for food." He put it back down. Nobody cared what Florida was here, and it would be too small to be useful.

“Yeah. Even for those with that real hunter blood, the wolves and such, they don't do it for sport. There's so many other things we could be doing for fun."

He nodded as he continued looking around. “That makes sense." In a cupboard, with puffy old cans of what was once food, he found a toolbox. “Hm. Wonder what's in here?" He put it down on the kitchen counter and tried to open it. Locked. “Ah, damn."

“Who locks a toolbox?"

Erik shrugged as he took out the lockpicks. “No idea, but there must be something in it if it's locked up and stashed away like this. And I'll bet toolbox locks suck." He slipped in the tensioner and a lockpick into the first latch, and it practically opened itself up when he started fiddling with it. The next one was a bit stiffer, worn with age, but the lock gave way eventually. “That was easy. Barely worth having locks on it."

“I told you, you're just that good!" She laughed.

“Heh, sure, it's all me. What's my prize, hm?" Erik opened the toolbox. “Several packs of beef jerky, hermetically sealed. Still looks good, actually..."

“Is that meat?"

“Very well-preserved and tough meat, yes."

Kelsey's eyes lit up and she gasped. It wasn't fish. “No way! I want some!"

He carefully opened one of the bags, simply labeled as plain beef jerky, removed a piece and sniffed it. No mold, no strange scent. Just meat. He gave it a small taste. “Hm. Tastes a bit stale, but, it's still good."

As soon as he finished his critique, Kelsey swiftly nabbed the piece from his hand and popped it in her mouth, chewing with a big, mischievous grin on her face, her tail wagging playfully. She had a feeling he wouldn't mind. “Hehe."

He just grinned back in response, happy to see her happy. “Looks like we found a keeper."

She patted him on the back. “Good find, Erik. You're like a good luck charm out here!"

They kept searching after packing up all of the jerky. A small box of nails. Bar of soap. Roll of gauze. Three plastic mason jar mugs, handles and screw caps. Three metal coat hangers. An old shower curtain.

“Not a bad haul for such a junky place." Kelsey seemed impressed as they left the shack, walking back into the woods.

“Not bad at all, I think. This trip is my first time doing this. I never would have thought about raiding homes where I came from."

“Well, you're more than earning your keep, Erik."

As they approached the small creek nearby and began to hop across the stones that weren't submerged, Erik had to comment on something, as he went first. “I noticed you don't call me Skinny anymore."

Looking back, he watched her soft, fuzzy feet as they danced over the stones completely silently. “Well, when I first saw you, I didn't know what to make of you. Skin, not fur, just like the stories? Weird. And you were – are – pretty thin. I thought Skinny sounded good." She landed in front of him. “But I decided to give you a chance."

“Heh, anthros gave me lots of chances, it seems. Someone even snuck me in a blanket the first night."

Kelsey chortled at the comment. “Heh, someone. I did that."

He was a little surprised by that. “You did? I always thought it was your mother." He turned to start walking, and she began to follow.

“Hah, that does seem like her, you're right. But it wasn't her. I wanted to see how you'd react."

“And?"

“It was almost cute how happy you seemed to get that old thing. You seemed to be a good human, and I think that continued."

“Me, cute?" He teased.

She pointed at him, eyes opened wide, her tail flailing around again with the playful banter. “You, don't even get me started. Yesterday was... difficult."

He pushed his hands out. “Alright, you're right, sorry."

“No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put pressure on you, I don't mean to."

“Kelsey, it's fine. Really. I understand."

The two had been walking the woods for hours now, not even stopping for lunch, but munching on the jerky every now and then. Despite the lack of pollution, the water that ran through the land didn't taste the best for Erik, but he coped with drinking it alright. Eventually, though, the sky would start to darken. Not only was night coming upon them, but it looked like rain was in the forecast as well.

“Looks like we'd better make camp for the night, we're not going to get anywhere near home before the rain hits. I'll find wood, you start setting up a shelter. You good with that, Erik?"

“Yeah. Go ahead, I'll find some stuff."

As Kelsey walked off to find dead wood, Erik split off to find shelter wood. A fallen sapling was nearby, stripped of many of its branches by the wildlife. It made a good central post to lean on something. Nearby, another hemlock tree was available to strip some branches off of. Their wide needle layouts made for good shelter material, he recalled. He started by laying the main branch over the end of a big rock, then and then began leaning the branches one by one against it, hoping it would make a decent shelter in case the rain did hit. After a little while, and a lot of branches, he had what looked like a decent little shelter built, reminiscent of the one Kelsey had made the other day. The small shower curtain was placed over it, tucked under some other branches so as to not blow away, which would hopefully keep most of the rain out. The doorway of the shelter was open to what would be the fire, and there was enough room for two under the boughs to stay mostly dry. There were even some left over, so they could close it up if they needed to.

Night began to fall and so did the rain, slowly. However, Kelsey had yet to return. He began to grow concerned, but just then, he heard her voice in the distance. “Erik!"

He walked out to look, but couldn't see her. “Kelsey?"

“Hey, come help me move this!" She shouted again. He followed the voice to find her dragging a huge log of dead wood, dried and withered over the years, many of its branches still intact. He quickly rushed over to grab the other end and helped her to move it to the fire pit.

“Nice find."

“Yeah! I bet these branches will snap off and burn nicely!" She responded loudly, exertion from lifting the tree up changing her voice a bit.

“I thought you were lost for a bit there." He strained under the effort of moving the log.

“Nah. I can smell you from all over." She commented. He looked back and she flared her small, black nose to him with a smile.

He chuckled. “Is that good or bad? Should I take a dip in the lake?"

“It's fine, everyone has their own scent. It's your signature." She chuckled. “Sometimes, I wish you could smell like we do."

As they dropped the trunk down over the fire pit, they both began to break off the dried branches they could, and gather pinecones and needles from around the ground near them. They would have to get a fire going quickly, if they were going to keep it going in the rain. The forest floor litter made for a good fire starter, and the branches burnt well, but the log didn't burn so easily. It took all of the sticks and branches just to get it to begin to burn well.

“We'd better get in the shelter. I think it's going to be a long night." Erik looked around, shielding his eyes from the rain. It had begun to come down a bit harder.

“Yeah. You first, I'll man the door."

“Wait, gonna do something first." Erik took out the three jars, and opened them up to catch the rain water, setting them aside to check in the morning.

“Ah, that's a good idea. You need better water to drink, your body isn't as tough as mine."

He shrugged as he began to slip into the shelter backwards, putting his pack at the foot of the shelter, with enough room for hers as well. “Guess I'm weak, yeah."

She clicked at him as he crawled in. “Now, don't be so hard on yourself. You're just different, that's all."

“Yeah. I'm different." Erik mumbled, laying down to face away from the door, sleeping on his right side. Kelsey slipped in after him, using the spare branches to partially seal off the doorway, dropping the rest of the curtain over it, and loosed off the waist of her pants. It was time to rest, and there was no need for them to be tight. Most of the rain couldn't get through, but the heat from the fire still radiated into the shelter, warming the two as they lay in close quarters. Kelsey lay slightly separated from his body, any closer and she would be the big spoon. “Goodnight." He mumbled simply.

“Goodnight." Was her quiet response. With her head beside his, she couldn't help but smell the air. More than the smoke and the heavy humidity from the rain, she could smell him. His natural body odor, the smell of a man who had been hiking and not bathing for a few days, would have repulsed any human woman, but to Kelsey, he reeked of pheromones. He didn't know he was doing it, and he didn't think she could be affected by it. Not being in tune with that sense that the other anthros knew very well was perhaps one of his greater failings as a human. Those pheromones began to invade her mind, after her nostrils.

“Oh, oh he smells like... salt. And meat. And something else... so much else, something strong." She thought to herself, as she tried not to stare a hole in the back of his slightly hairy head, her nose huffing quietly, hoping she wasn't found out. “His skin. His hair. Even his shirt now. Oh, rots, why does the human have to smell so good? What's wrong with me? Is it just the heat?"

Her paw reached up a little bit and draped over his midsection. He twitched ever so slightly, surprised at the touch, but didn't really do anything about it, just laid there quietly trying to sleep. She just couldn't help herself, she had to be closer, she had to smell more, feel more. She scooched a bit closer, her warm but camo-clothed body pressing up against him, her nose on the back of his neck, and her arm found itself wrapping around him. She whispered to him, being so close. “Are you cold?"

“I'll be fine, I'm sure."

“I'm warm. And fluffy."

“Kelsey." He responded, somewhat exasperated again.

The internal struggle continued, fighting with herself for a moment before she curled up her paw and jerked her arm away, and tried to roll over to face away from him. “Oh, shit. I'm doing it again. Sorry." There was still that smell. The dirt, branches and campfire couldn't mask it. His signature smell.

They laid back to back for a while, as the slightly smoky atmosphere in the shelter turned to a massive cloud of confusion that kept them both awake. Who or what was right? How could either of them proceed? And why would they? The air had to be cleared, some way. Erik took a deep breath, and rolled himself over onto his left side instead, draping his arm over her side, not fully going over her body. The shock of his mere touch sent shivers up her body. This time, he was doing something. Her tail flailed as best it could, mostly being stuck against him. Him being close enough to stop her tail from wagging excited her even more than she already was.

“Oh, Kelsey. This is a mess, isn't it?"

“It's a big mess, Erik. I'm a big mess." She put a paw over her face.

“Maybe we should have postponed this excursion. I'm so sorry that you're in this position."

“Right now, t-there's no position I'd rather be in..." She stumbled with her words a bit. Emotions were running extremely high. She thought to herself, somewhat angrily, knowing that was a stupid thing to say.

He let it slide. “I don't know what's right out here. But I know it's hard to see you suffer with everything that's going on in your life right now." He finally draped his arm over her, touching her stomach. Her hand instinctively found his, holding over top of it. The pads on her hands were warm and smooth to the touch.

“I don't know what's right anymore, either, Erik. I don't know if any of the things I'm thinking or feeling are okay. Everything has been flipped on its head since we hit those crossroads." Her hand pressed his down into her fluffy body, as if it could pull the stress from her.

He tried his best to give her advice, his voice slightly reverberating through her woodland clothing, but also buried in her silvery mane. “Sometimes, the best way to handle a difficult time is just to grin and bear it, and punch through. Maybe it has bad repercussions, who knows. But at least the decision is 'you'. That's why I beat those guys with a hammer, and didn't go to get help instead. The smart thing to do was get help. The right thing to do was just buckle down and deal with it."

“Oh." She responded stupidly. It was clear her mind was a thousand miles away from dialogue. Her hand, still on his, began to move lower, and he felt the friction sliding across his fingertips. Down her top, grazing against the fur that got exposed on her belly, and down the waist of her pants.

“Kelsey, what..." He responded quietly with some concern, but never moved his hand. Her chest swelled with air and excitement as she continued to move it down.

“I can't control myself, Erik..." Her voice was shaky. “I-it's like I'm possessed."

He breathed heavily into her furry mane of hair. The only one who could stop this was him, but he knew this was an unstoppable force. To stop it might even cause more harm to both than to allow it to happen.

“Please. Don't stop it, Erik..." She continued to slide it down. His hand got hotter and hotter as it descended down into her pants. The mixture of moisture and fur was an unusual texture for him, but a familiar feeling awaited his fingers, the warm crease of a hot-blooded woman, brimming with excitement, and the softest fur he had touched yet. Her whole body shuddered as his fingertips glided over that sensitive fur. “I-I feel like I'm going crazy, Erik. I just can't stop myself. I have to blow off this steam. And I won't do much for it..." She groaned. Her voice rapidly turned desperate, babbling, trying to save her image, at least somewhat. “I know it's a big ask, I don't know if it's right, I don't know how you feel, and I'm super curious about that... but... oh, please help me. Just until we get home." It was clear she had trouble talking about this, it was extremely embarrassing. Her personality seemed so different. There was no aggression, there was defensiveness. She was vulnerable, maybe for the first time ever. But moreover, she was being vulnerable to him. She trusted him to be with her in this situation.

He squinted for a moment as he contemplated the things that were happening, as time seemed to stand still. This was the point of no return. Was he in violation of something? Probably. Was she? Maybe. Would things ever be the same again? Doubtful. Was he uncomfortable to be put in this position? Was she? Probably both. But time was still ticking. He could only really ask one question.

“If this happens... I'm not taking advantage of you, in your heat, am I?"

“Rots, no, Erik. You'd be helping me. I-I would never ask this of anyone."

This was definitely bizarre. He was never interested in this at all, but he was about to throw caution to the wind and engage in a lewd act with a dog woman... a good friend. His fingers felt along his target, her hand still on his. There was no speech, only communication through the energy between them. She sensed he was ready to do this. She helped him find the right spot, and slipped a finger in. The heat built even more, the electricity of his touch coursed through her body. Just a mere finger, feeling inside of her body, could almost make her dance. The tickle as it rubbed against the shape of her vaginal walls made her squirm with delight, her digitigrade legs kicking and twitching, but being somewhat subdued, trying not to kick down the shelter. Her body heat made a fire almost moot as his hand felt like it was melting in her, and that feeling slowly extended up to the rest of his body as well. It was magical, this feeling. She was almost giddy at the mere touch. But it had to be put on hold for a moment.

“H-hold on, Erik..." Kelsey stammered, then quickly wriggled out of her pants and pale blue underwear, pushing them down her legs and out of the way. “Okay!" She signaled the start again with a playful giggle in her voice, her tail flailing, and the magic continued. Knowing now that her clothes wouldn't get wrecked, he was able to work a bit harder, a bit faster, and rub the right areas. Her paws didn't need to be there anymore, she sometimes put them back over her face, embarrassed and unsure of how to handle the intense pleasure. This was all new territory for both of them but it was enticing territory. Her body twitches, the deceptively soft fur under his hands, her overwhelmed growls and whines, they all excited him. If he were able to detect pheromones like she could, he would have been out of control. But his hesitation had evaporated and he was in complete control. He was determined to see her get off, and he knew only he could provide the pleasure.

For minutes, but what seemed like an hour, his right hand worked at pleasuring her, while his left pet her head. The stimulating touch down below and the gentle caress above washed over her with a feeling of extreme comfort. She was getting close now, her muscles were tensed up, itching to release. “Oh! Erik, I – oh..." She panted out some words she could manage, her tongue hanging out of her toothy mouth.

He whispered to her, his face near her fuzzy ears, the hot breath coming out of his mouth tickled the surface of them as he spoke. “It's okay. Let it out, Kelsey."

Everything was perfect. He had made it perfect for her, like he knew exactly what she needed. She shuddered, her paw gripping onto his working hand again and her hips bucking, slapping back into his crotch, still safely kept away in his pants. Her body was ready and willing for absolutely anything, but this was to be her simple pleasure for the evening. He used the last bit of energy he had to pour on the pressure just a bit more, to ensure she finished on the extreme. She literally howled in pleasure, certainly not a quiet one, and her body convulsed as he held her steady while she completely lost herself to the emotion. The eruption of energy overtook the entire shelter.

It was exhilarating, and exhausting. Her muscles finally let go, and she collapsed next to him, just panting and shaking. Erik had finally retrieved his hand, and wiped it off, the natural lubrication being added to a branch of the shelter. He wrapped his arm back around her to hold onto her in her afterglow.

“Feel better now?"

She slowly craned her head to look back at him, exhausted, confused, even a bit scared. “Sh-sh-shit, Erik... I-I feel amazing, you have no idea."

He put his head back down, a slight smile to his face. “Good, I'm glad. Now let's get some sleep, alright? We have a lot to do before we get back."

“Oh, I want so much more... but okay. You're right. We have to sleep." She conceded for a moment. “C-can you still pet me? That felt really good..."

He sighed, and let his hand lazily stroke the hair on her head. “Goodnight for real."

She leaned into the force slightly and made herself comfortable. “Goodnight, Erik." She replied with a satisfied sigh.

He had certainly gone further than he expected to, but he gave her a much needed release. And he knew that it was good for him, too. When was the last time he got to pleasure anyone? He couldn't be sure.