Forest Furlough
#1 of Forest Furlough
Forest Furlough
Victor Cast & Chloe Swift
By ShadowFox_97_
Dawn
The fox sat on the edge of the water, playing all the low notes on his guitar in harmony during that early summer morning. His ears twitched and fluttered with every note he played, a smile on his maw as he hummed to the tune. The gentle light of the sun grew steadily stronger as it crept across the meadow he lived in, the meadow that sat on the edge of the forest and opened out to the grand ocean. Victor would come out every morning and practice with his guitar until he came up with a tune to play before he went out on his hunt for breakfast.
"...Something's different..."
For some reason, the wind had an ominous draw that morning- something that Victor felt before. If it was something bad the wind would make an empty feeling in his chest but now... It was as if something exciting were about to happen. Victor had stopped playing and looked around where the wind was blowing from and just stared. After a moment there was a rustle in the bushes, then a rabbit -a feral one- came tumbling out from the brush and scrambled back to it's feet, making haste as it bound across the grass in the distance. A female wolf came flying out after it, the same as Victor but chasing her prey on all fours. "What the hell is she doing out here?" he said to himself
She was relentless, never letting up on her speed, her maw opened wide to capture the animal in her jaws, her eyes fixed on the rabbit as it chanced a turn towards Victor. The fox was simply awed at how vicious she was- as if she were still a in a pack of wolves from days long gone. The moment the rabbit she was chasing after had realized that it was headed for another predator, it made a clever turn and had snapped its feet into a springing motion through the legs of She-wolf. It vanished almost immediately in the brush just beyond the clearing leaving the wolf to stumble and crash into the water, splashing everywhere as she dove almost gracefully in her failure. In a moment she dragged herself back out of the beach and shook, flaying water everywhere as she took up an odd stance.
Victor was beside himself with what had just transpired in his territory. It wasn't until now that he realized that the odd scent he detected in the past few days was the female! Something that if he had recognized right away he would have hunted as if he were starving for three straight days, It's been so long since he's even spoken to one and she was practically exposed completely. Her fur was dark gray and unkempt -some parts were still glistening from the water and spotted artfully with dead leaves- Her modest breasts hung as freely as the long, wild and black hair that draped down her back, her legs were spread apart for balance and exposed a faint glimpse of pink. She was truly a sight to behold.
"Have a good run?"
Her eyes snapped open, revealing the glow of ocean blues that looked down Victor with surprise. "I trust you had a fun hunt!" He said with a smile as she backed away, realizing how unlady-like she must have been. Victor tilted his head slightly at her as she backed away, his ears folding against his head when she covered herself up.
"I... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."
"It's fine! I barely get visitors around here... Are you alone?"
"Ye..." She nodded "Yes- Please... I... I didn't mean to trespass"
"I said it's no problem... You look like you're hungry- I have some bird in my den if you want some"
The she-wolf looked up and blushed, tightening her arms over her breasts and crotch. "But I'm so indecent..." she said in a wavering tone. "I have extra clothes... Although they might be a little big for you." Said Victor bashfully, "Come in and I'll treat you to the good life". The wolf girl blushed even more and stepped closer with a small whine. "You promise not to try anything?" Victor nodded quietly, loosing his smile as he thought what may have happened to her out in the forest.
Noon
It was noon now and the sun was high in the sky, the air was warm and thick- too uncomfortable to stay out of the shade for too long. Victor was thankful that he had found a bear's den in a hollowed out tree a long time ago. The old hunk of wood was no more than a hole in the ground with barely any protection from the rain but it was fixed up in the first few days that he was living in it. Now it was a very presentable home that was always a few degrees more comfortable than the harshness that was usually out in the open.
"How do you like the shirt?"
"Well... It's like you said. Its too big for me."
"Hmm... Give it to me for a little bit, I'll fix it for you." She promptly took the old and worn piece of cloth and covered her self again, turning away as she tightly wrapped her arms over her breasts. "Don't worry, I wont look." Victor smiled at how shy she was, it was refreshing from being alone in so long and now that he had company, he intended to make it last as long as possible. He'd restrain himself from letting his instincts get the best of him and treat her the way that human gentlemen treated their women. "Ok... It's done. Now turn around and raise your arms."
"What?"
"Don't worry! It'll only be for a hot second... Trust me." The wolf girl whimpered again and reluctantly raised her arms into the air while he reached around her with the tied up shirt. "There! How's that?" The she wolf looked at the cloth bra that was made for her and turned back to face Victor with a smile. "T-thank you... Um..."
"Can you tell me your name?"
"I.. I was just about to ask you the same thing."
"Heh! Ok, I'll go first. My name Victor Cast... welcome to the meadow of the northeast forest."
At that moment the she wolf had a look of being stunned. "Wow... I didn't realize I traveled so far..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Uhh... Maybe I should explain first. My name is Chloe and I'm from one of the south-central wolf packs..."
"South-central? You came all the way from the center of the desert region? How did you survive?"
"I pulled a caravan together with a few friends of mine a while back and we had enough water to go on for a week..."
"What happened to your friends?"
"Our old pack and a few others attacked us. The raiders killed all the males that they could and kidnapped the others..."
"And you got away?"
"Whenever there was a dust-up I ran for cover in some of the dunes. When the attack was almost over I'd jump back out and take one of the horses away from them."
"No one got away with you?" Chloe shook her head and sighed.
"By the time I got to the edge of the forest, my horse was dead and I was exhausted... I'm just thankful that it was raining the night i got there."
Victor nodded, knowing that water would hide any scent and had been the reason he'd only go fishing on rainy days. She was staring at the dirt floor and rubbing her arm as she thought about all that happened to her. Victor did the same, pulling his seat to face her as he scratched the back of his neck. "Why did you run from them?"
"They hunted our prey into extinction and a tyrant took over the group. They were planning to... to..."
She couldn't say it and covered then end of her muzzle to hide sorrowful whimpers as she fought back tears. Victor reached to grasp at her shoulder. "If it was that bad, you have to tell me. It's always easier to get over something bad if you share the pain." Chloe looked up at Victor and saw the sincere sympathetic look in his deep red eyes. The tears streaming down the fur on her face was only the surface of how depressed she was from her travels. "Just whisper it if you can't say it out loud..."
And she did whisper it to him. She told him that her old pack's leader had intended the omegas to breed so that the others could eat. She told him the horrible plan that she knew would drive her insane, to be raped at any given moment and then have to wait while the rest of her pack looked on with drooling maws until she gave birth... only to have her cub devoured. "That's horrible!" Victor said, unable to think of anything with more substance. He would have said that he would fight them all to the death to protect her- he had bred himself to be that much of a man- but couldn't. Though his kind were few and far between, Foxes had a treaty with wolves which said that none were to fight each other.
He knew this rule all too well and wished he knew better of it for loopholes. All he could do was give her shelter, hide her and her scent, maybe even lead them in the wrong direction but no more. Victor let out a tired sigh as stared deeply into her eyes and, as if with an almost motherly knowing, Chloe knew how much he had cared to involve himself with her problem. "If what you say is true, then there's just one thing that I think I can do to protect you..."
As if all the gloom was lifted, Chloe glanced up at Victor with a hopeful look in the crystal blue of her eyes, examining that shy look in his. "We'd... Uhh... we'd have to become mates. The treaty would count you as part of the fox clans and would protect you if they came looking." She didn't shy away; In fact she was elated to hear this and jumped up to hug Victor. The idea of him as a mate saved her from having to go through the inevitable of returning to the desert and finding a new pack for her to join. She pulled away from him with her face getting hot just under her fur as she looked into his eyes again and gasped when he closed the gap between them to kiss her full on the maw. Her eyes became hazy and tears rolled down her cheeks as she enjoyed the warmth they shared.
Night
Victor spent most of the afternoon remodeling his den to accommodate Chloe, using his fox magic to make more rooms and enlarge the bedroom among other things. He wanted to be completely sure that everything was not only to her liking but that his den would be better than her home out in the desert. When he was close to being finished he thought about it and came to the conclusion that it probably wouldn't really take much to please her since she had it so rough. He looked at her feeling embarrassed- she must have thought that he was some kind of prince among the forest. "What are we going to have for dinner?" he said
"I dunno... I'm not really hungry right now"
"Hmm... Well... What about rabbit?" Virgil smiled at her "sound good?"
She shook her head saying, "I'm not really in the mood for a meal..." and got up to walk over to him as he willed a few more windows onto the walls, letting in a gentle moonlight. Her feet made a gentle piff-paff as she walked across the dirt floor and rested her hands on his shoulders just as he conjured a bed. Victor seized up and slowly turned to her. "You may not have mating customs, but I do... I hate my old clan but tradition is still tradition." Victor pulled himself from her grip and looked her full in the face.
He really was unsure of what to say to her right now, Chloe had a stiff expressionless look on her face that barely had a twinge of a smile. It was almost like she was afraid of something. "What do you want me to do? Should I call some friends or..."
"It's nothing as public as that. Its more like a general agreement that's more permanent than putting a ring on your mates finger."
"...I'm not following you."
"You have to make love with me... But first... we..." She looked down and took a deep breath, Victor leaned in with concern unsure of what her tradition demanded. "We have to bite into each other's shoulders, deep enough to leave a wound... A lover's scar." Victor stepped back, but he wasn't disgusted. Instead it was more of a surprised expression. "So... What exactly does a lover's scar mean?"
"Its... it used to be a symbol of trust but now its just a sign that You own Me and own you and although we're bonded, it's your duty as the male in our relationship to find at least one other mate like me."
"You're talking about bigamy. You want me, after pledging myself to you, to purposely cheat on you and mate with other females?"
"It's not cheating. Not really... and they don't necessarily have to be females. You could find other males for me too...." She seemed less enthusiastic about the latter part of her proposal and started rubbing her arm again.
"Ok... If it'll make you happy" he said, grinding his fangs. Apparently, the desert wolves were a more lecherous far cry from their feral counterparts- the concept of a harem wasn't completely lost on him but it still felt that he should be faithful to his first. He had just started to contemplate why Chloe would want something like this when her sweet voice chimed in again. "Victor?" Snapping out of his reverie, he saw that she had turned her head to better expose her right shoulder to him- She was actually smiling.
Victor rubbed gently at his throat and stepped forward. "Don't worry about hurting me... I want this." she claimed, her eyes fluttering before closing completely. It was like she was trying to seduce him into another kiss. Taking a deep breath, Victor opened wide and closed his mouth over her shoulder. He could feel her soft fur on his tongue and between his fangs, flicking at his gums with every breath he took. Her scent was intoxicatingly thick now- eliciting an erection from the faded white of his sheath. He inhaled sharply when he felt Chloe's hand press on the top of his head and pet him. Gently brushing her hand over the fur of his large and pointy ears, she whispered, "don't be afraid... I'm ok as long as I'm in your arms..."
He could feel her hands moving down from his head to his waist as she nuzzled her head past his into a similar clasp that he had on her shoulder. She was prepared now to bite him when he bit her- it at least made Victor feel better that she would be getting back at him for this- it always made him feel uncomfortable about hurting a woman. That one thing was worse than sin in his mind because women are sacred. He let out another long shuddering breath at the thought of biting her and finally let his fangs slip through her flesh.
He could immediately taste her thick and sweet blood in his mouth- the taste spiked with something else he couldn't quite place, something so good he wouldn't really forget. Almost at the same time, his eyes blurred with pain in his shoulder as Chloe bit into him and pulled away. He shut his eyes, sure that she would scream, and was surprised to ear her moan. He swallowed the mouthful of salty-sweet blood and opened his eyes to the sight of her digging her claws into the little bite-marks he made as she moaned. His hand quickly went to his own wound and found that it was warm and wet with his blood but the wounds she had left were already half-way healed, sure to leave a scar.
The sight of Chloe moaning as she forced her claws into her wound was scary... but strangely erotic. She pulled her hand from the wound and licked at her claws while eyeing Victor seductively. "Um... Are you ok?" He thought he was scared but couldn't help but want to taste her again... It was like there was something that he tasted in her that just made him more aroused. "I... I thin- Mmph..." She stuffed his mouth with her blood drenched hand and tasted it again. He realized what the taste was at that moment. Chloe had sunk into a deep and possessive heat and planned to take him with her.
He pounced on her just then and held her down on the bed he created as he licked at her neck, her hands cupping at his cheeks as she kissed at the top of his head. He murred quietly into her shoulder as he licked to groom her fur. "I'm feeling much better... We should get started." Victor nodded and sat up, grinding his dick against her slit in long and slow rotating thrusts. His hands came down from her shoulders and rested on the cusp of her hips as he rubbed her gently to get her warmed up for what was coming. His throbbing member was still teasing at the lips of her sweet gates when she finally whispered. "Please... I've been waiting for this since you said you'd have me, don't keep me waiting."
Victor put on a sly and almost evil grin and gently wiggled the tip of it into her. He could feel a resistance and tried to go as slow as possible to keep from hurting her. Just as it was tight against him, he thrusted his hips into her and made her let out a quick scream. Her hands, still cupped on his face, jumped to his shoulders and dug under his fur and into the flesh there. She was holding onto him as hard as she could as she dealt with the stinging pain, whimpering as he thrust even deeper into her.
It quickly faded into a tingle that called for a feeling that was hiding deep inside of her. He could feel it too, but it was so much more vivid. If he didn't slow down he'd go over the edge and free fall into it. His thrusts were hard, fast and deep. A loud squelch filled the bedroom when he forced himself in and his breath was quick. Chloe was more calm and relaxed, her breathing more tame and slow than his. She loosed her grip on his shoulders and brought them back to his face.
The look in his eyes were filled with a sort of panic, but the look in hers calmed him. He wanted that feeling so badly that he just wanted to rush in and never look back. "Take it slow. I don't want to be alone when it comes...." She whispered, her breath getting shallow as his thrusts became more drawn out for her. He looked down at his hands and saw that the ends of his claws were digging into her. He eased his grip and started to gently rub at her belly. The slow rubbing of his hands was at the same pace of his thrusts, his palms inching over her breasts as he rubbed until they were in his palms for him to grope lustfully. The furred flesh of her melon-sized tits spilled between his fingers as he gripped her and she moaned in a hushed low breath.
The way that she felt around him was so.... different. He could feel a sort of wetness surrounding him as he went in, the kind of wetness that you feel on you when coming out of a warm shower, but it was thick and sticky when he came back out. It was also tight- very tight but so soft that it didn't really matter. For every thrust that he made, he pulled out agonizingly slow until only the head of his member was still in and then forced back in just as slowly with his back arching so that he could get as deep as possible.
She felt him inside of her, invading with that pulsing rod splitting her open and deep. The feeling mixing pain and pleasure until she couldn't tell the difference. She didn't really care for his size or how he was doing it, the only thing really drawing her to him was his promise to her and that he would keep it. She knew he was honest by the way he treated her, by the way he smelled. That truth was what was slowly dragging her to the edge with him, to the edge he was rushing for. As long as he was slow, she would be with him when he went over.
He kissed at her breast, looking up at her almost motherly smile as she nodded. The nod letting him suckle at the pink bit of flesh that peeked through the soft grey of her pelt. He licked it slowly, pulling back his tongue with the first salty taste of her. He lashed out again and let his tongue trace around her nipple as she let out another moan and then kissed it, sucking her nipple between his thin black lips with a subtle swick-swick as she hummed to him. She ran then ends of her claws through the fur on the top of his head as he sucked. "Faster" she whispered with her hands cradling his head.
His lips pulled off of her breast as he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers and he saw that she was sure. He took a few quick breaths and started thrusting into her like he had been before, his upper body curling into her like a whip as he picked up speed. Ramming into her, she called out to him with quiet Ooohs and Uhhs and he answered back with a line of Unfs until they were shaking their bed.
His eyes were closed as she felt his way into the back of her sex until he finally heard her moan even louder than he could remember for most of the night. He opened his eyes, sight hazy from being un-used and everything faded into nothingness.
He was floating in a hazy white, not blinded but still squinting because of the brightness. Instead of moving freely it was slow, like trying to swim in water or something thicker. At one end of the white vastness Victor could see something small and red, staining the white around it in a sweet crimson. He floated towards it with arms outstretched and licking his fangs as he got closer. His ears twitched and flicked when he heard it. It was a slow and rhythmic thumping in the air- a heartbeat. Just as he heard it, he could make out the features of the little red thing in space with its veil of glowing red light. It was crystalline and hard-looking but it was moving with the beat as if it were alive.
As victor got closer, he could feel the beat thrumming in the air all around him. It was warm and powerful yet gentle and frail, like a combined feeling of the sun on a hot summer day and a thin shred of cloth that could tear at a moments notice. He reached out for it with both hands and cupped it, taking a deep breath as he did, and expected the feeling of something hard. Instead it was soft and silky to the touch. The edges of the heart-crystal "changed" and washed over the surface like light on water- making victor look at it more intently. The white haze around him seemed less blinding and he thought, Its so fragile... I could crush this in my hands. But he didn't.
Instead he brushed his thumbs over this silky-soft thing and listened to the beat it made while its staining red spread out, almost engulfing him. He was awed and terrified by it, he couldn't let it go because he feared that if he did it would stop beating. He feared that the world around him would shatter. He grasped it tight and kept his grip gentle as he pressed this heart to his. And then he felt it. A warm windswept feeling spread out from his heart and under him. And it came from behind- so strongly from behind that when he looked up into the white void, he could see the white peeling away into blackness.
He could feel it. He could feel the blackness flowing around him, flowing into him, flowing out of him, flowing through him. He could feel what the blackness was made of- and knew no fear. The blackness chased away the poison and loneliness of the white void and filled him with so much happiness, so much joy, so much euphoria and so much ecstasy, that he almost wept with the only fear that he had now. The fear that it would all end.
He wanted to stay blind in this darkness, worried that the white would return and was reassured. He was reminded of the light in his hands, the gentle beat now thrumming rapidly and the scarlet stain of its light glowing even brighter than before, and was reassured that the blackness would return to be with him just as he would protect it. She would be with him, just as he would protect her, keep her, and be with her.
His sight returned and he could feel himself shaking. The sound of his heart and one other was loud and pounding in his head until he could hear a faint scream returning to his large ears. The scream was Chloe's moan from the orgasm. He looked down and realized that he was trying to do the same but couldn't because his voice was caught in a dry croak. The feeling of the blackness before still had a hold on him when he came out of the trance and he realized that the silk-heart that was in his hands was Chloe, Her heart in sync with his when they came.
He curled over her, still shivering, and embraced her. Her arms crossed over his back as she kissed him and he kissed her with their lips locked in smoldering passion. They both faded into a deep and joyous sleep that they both never wanted to wake up from yet wanted to stay out of.
Continued in Part 2