{"sf1_id":1977619,"sf2_id":"J1OWwdg1","title":"ND: Talia Path Day 6 (Resistance)","author":"LiveIron","words":5389,"posted_at":"2023-04-18T20:39:41.000Z","tags":["69","ADHG","AHDG","Adult","Adult Content","Adventure","Alternate Society","Amazon","Anthro","Anthrostate","Ass","Ass Worship","Ball Fondling","Big Boobs","Big Tits","Blowjob","Booty","Breast Fondling","Butt","CYOA","Camp","Camping","Canid","Car","Choose Your Own Adventure","Clit","Cock","Compassion","Couple","Cuddle","Cuddling","Cum","Cumming","Cunnilingus","Deep Throat","Desperation","Dream","Dystopia","Emotional","Erection","Eventual Happy Ending","Eventual Relationships","Eventual Romance","Eventual sex","Explicit","F/M","Facesitting","Fear","Fellatio","Femdom","Flirtation","Fondling","Foreplay","Forest","French Kissing","Friends to lovers","Friendship","Fucking","Gray Wolf","Greentext","Grin","Grinning","Groping","Gun","Guns","HMOFA","Hard-On","Heterosexual","Hiking","Hug","Human","Interspecies","Kissing","Laugh","Licking","Love","Lupine","Lust","M/F","Male/Female","Mammal","Mild Erotica","Multiple Species","Musk","Naked","Night","Novel","Nude","Nudity","Orgasm","Outdoors","Pain","Penis","Pussy","Relationships","Restrain","Riding","Romance","Scent","Second Person","Series","Sixty-Nine","Size Difference","Smothering","Snuggles","Story","Story Series","Straight","Suggestive","Timber Wolf","Tongue","Tree","Unconciousness","Vagina","Various Species","Weapon","Wolf","Wolfess","Young Romance","relief","travel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1977619-nd-talia-path-day-6-resistance","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OWwdg1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/11/de/11de0c62-18eb-4e19-a845-746054b0d716","description":"Anon and Talia continue their journey to the north, but it isn't quite as easy as Anon would have thought.  \nThis one actually has an active poll -- Closes on the 21st, so hurry and get your votes in!","content":"\\\u003eYou're in the forest, naked. Talia is there, sitting on a log -- the lighting feels off, like it's daylight here and night everywhere else.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCanopy is just denser than you remember.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she wolf is wearing her flannel and nothing else. She's smiling, proud of her fuzzy curves.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot just fuzzy as in furry, but slightly out of focus, too. You rub your eyes, but she doesn't come into focus. You need water, probably.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe motions you over with a finger, producing a bowl of water from nearby. You feel relief as you move closer, but you're still a little on edge. You didn't think the forest was this dense when you made camp.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe lays you down, resting your head on her lap, and pours a little water on her paws. She gingerly rubs your head and groin, and you suck the beads of water from her fingertips.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSoon you feel yourself panting. The she-wolf coos, her words unintelligible as she looks down at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe sky above her is off too, you realize, a bright white against the black leaves and branches.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's hard to focus on that or the uneasy feeling; the water is warm and soothing, her pads soft.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel warm, sluggish, like you want to sleep but are unable to. You close your eyes but it's all still there, Talia's cooing continuing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSlowly, a figure forms above the two of you, hanging there in the sky.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt takes you a minute to realize it's Patricia, that evil smile unmistakable.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia seems blissfully unaware, continuing to make her low, animal noises as she strokes you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou try to work up the willpower to move, to warn her, but it's useless.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou still try harder as the shepherd begins to descend like a spider from the sky, fangs bared, joyful malice in her eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf's nose bleeds crimson as it all falls apart, her words gaining form.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, hey! Anon, I'm here!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia holds you still when you finally can move more than a few inches. She comes into focus, and her nose isn't bleeding anymore, her smile gone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou jerk again as the figure above the two of you appears again. Talia presses down on your shoulders, and you realize the figure is just shadows in the top of the tent.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Calm down, dumbass, it's okay. I'm right here.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pant a little as you wake up properly, finding yourself in her lap. It's not quite like the dream, her stomach above your head rather than beside it, but her thighs are beneath it all the same.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You have nightmares every night?\" she asks, stroking your cheeks and hair.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No, I -- no, I don't...\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf grunts, closing her eyes and leaning back.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"...You know, 'dumbass' is a great thing to call someone when they just wake up...\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe snorts, pinching your lips gently. You realize her pawpads are damp, and that there's a new smell in the tent.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Shut up, Anon. You --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe stops as you bat her hand away, sniffing the air.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Why the fuck is your hand wet?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe way you can feel her fur poof out against you makes you shiver; you look up, and see that she's no longer looking down at you from over the hills of her breasts.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel a cool breeze down below and realize you're at half-mast, your groin just a little wet. Similar to your face -- and the thighs beneath you, you realize.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Talia!\" you say, scrambling away from her and turning around. She doesn't quite look at you, her ears folded back.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What were you doing?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf lowers her muzzle and looks off to the side, her hands covering her chest.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I... I knew the chaffing was going to irritate you, and make you go slower, so I... I was licking at it. Trying to make it better.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"And my dick?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe looks at you, and you see a hint of that lust from the day before.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"It was right there! And your legs seemed better, so --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"So you started sucking my dick.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No! I was just licking it!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou laugh, watching her ears flatten.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Quite the difference, ther--\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia tackles you this time. She stays on top, her paws on your shoulders as she looks down at you. That pseudo-blush is still there when she speaks, but her tone says nothing of embarrassment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I've been imagining you like this since January,\" she says, her claws digging in a little. \"After yesterday morning, that's all I thought about while we were walking.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe leans in close, ignoring your hands on her arms and giving your face a long lick as her muzzle nears your ear.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"In the back of my mind, I wondered what it would look like. What it'd feel like. What it'd _taste_\u0026nbsp;like.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer lupine tongue darts over your ear with her last words, and you shiver.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I waited all day, and then all night,\" she whispers with a slight growl. \"I don't want to wait any more.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe nips your ear, then at your neck. You dig your fingers into her fur and try not to wince.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"W-what about my face?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf pauses, looking up at you while keeping her teeth on your clavicle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What?\" she asks; you shiver again as her breath flows across your chest, the tenor of her words vibrating through your bones.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"It -- my face was wet --\" you stutter, spotting her tail wagging in your periphery.\"Did you -- you lick me there too?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer chuckle is husky, and you wish she still had her teeth in you while she did it. She sits up, pressing her weight on your lap and spreading her legs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No,\" she says, spreading the fur between her thighs. \"Not quite.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stare at her slit, seeing the white-ish fur around it has become slightly dark. It's not... puffy, or that triangle shape you've seen sometimes. It's been a while since anatomy class, but you --\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Anon.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look up; Talia's staring down at you, attempting to look annoyed. The smile gives her away.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Are you just going to stare at it, or are we going to pick up where I left off?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe shifts with a smirk, feeling your dick press up against her asscheeks; this time, though, there's no embarrassment. From you or her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eJust lust.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"D-don't we have to get moving?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer eyes widen for a second, then she throws her head back in laughter.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, you little prick,\" she chuckles, turning around on your body. Her fluffy ass is right in your face, and you make a worried sound as your legs are lifted and spread, your ass coming up off the ground.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"T-Talia?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf chuckles as you try to move, only to find your arms immobilized and your legs tucked up under her arms.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Tali-!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe sits back, smothering your words in fur. Damp, musky fur.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe sighs, pressing more of her weight on your face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I was going to ask which you wanted to lick first,\" she says, shuddering a little as you manage to get your hands on her ass. \"But now I think I'll decide for you.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen she begins to grind gently, the soft fur of her thick cheeks rubbing up against your face. Your nose scrapes along her cleft as she moves, and you feel disoriented, unsure where exactly you are besides beneath her. You feel around her ass, trying to ground yourself when she does it for you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou gasp when you feel her cold nose on your balls, able to hear the drawn out sniff she lets out. As you take your breath, you realize what that odd smell from before was, your mouth close to the source now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour dick twitches.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Oh ho ho, you like that, huh?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe kisses your head before you can respond, and your legs spasm under her arms. You nod into her perineum, feeling the lower curves of her ass rub against your forehead.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf shudders, pressing more of her weight down on you. She sighs as her lower lips meet yours, and your fingers dig into her fur.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Get to licking, Anon,\" she says. You do, tentatively at first, and you feel her shudder more.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can taste her before you even get to her folds, the fur around it soaked in her arousal. Parting the fur to get to her labia seems to be just as pleasing to her as when you actually lick her slick slit. She shifts above you, cocking her hips so you can reach more than just the lower bits.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe tastes of salt and excitement.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Go-od...\" she hums, twitching you into place. \"Now just keep at it, and --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't know if it's a moan or another hum, but her breath washes over your cock.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"--Try not to think about my teeth.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou do, of course, and grip her ass tighter with a muffled squeak. But there's no stopping the warm, wet maw that slowly engulfs your member, that lupine tongue swirling around it before her jaw sets and her lips seal.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can't feel her teeth, but you feel her tongue continuing to tease you. You're pressed up against the soft, ridged walls of her mouth, all of it wet and warm.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can even feel the difference between the top and bottom of her tongue, the former like felt and the latter like silk.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer lips move slightly against your base, her furry mane occasionally touching your thighs as she wiggles your dick like a joystick. She opens her mouth, letting your head dig into the meat of her tongue while she chuckles.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou reflexively take a breath as she lifts up, still teasing your member with her tongue.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"'et 'ack to 'icking,\" she commands.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can't help yourself, even with her 600 pounds hovering above you like a guillotine; you laugh.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"'at? 'AT?\" the she-wolf asks, lifting even higher and letting your lower half slide away from her to see what the fuss is about.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe growl she gives tells you she doesn't like what she sees.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Shut the fuck up, dumbass...\" she grumbles, pulling your legs back under her arms.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou continue laughing until she drops back down on you. Her only response to your immediate scrabbling at her ass is a huff. She twitches herself into place before settling her weight on you, her wet folds on your chin now. She rubs herself against your stubble, grinding your nose into the lower part of her ass and pressing her perineum to your lips.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Now get licking!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou obey, struggling to open your jaw against her until she pops up with a whine, your chin scraping against her folds. Tonguing the thin fur beneath her holds her at bay for a little bit, more high-pitched squeaks and embarrassing noises coming from her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut then she sinks down completely, rocking herself on your chin while you draw patterns between her thighs. You can feel them tense against your arms as she hisses.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe feeling of her snout against your member once more gives you pause, but you've learned your lesson. You keep licking as she brushes her muzzle alongside it, though her wet nose makes you jolt every time it touches your sac.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e...Maybe she learned her lesson, and is taking it slower.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen you feel that long, lupine tongue slide along the upper side of your dick, pushing up against it as it twitches.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNo, she probably hasn't.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour toes curl as she folds her tongue around you and begins to bob her head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou shudder; her mouth is still open, the sensation of her panting breaths running along the underside of your shaft unlike anything you could have imagined. You actually feel a little faint.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhen she lifts to readjust herself on your face, you realize that was from your empty lungs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou let out small whimpers between your rapid gasps, the morning light making the white curves above you glow.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia pauses, letting your member fall from your mouth. You moan again, and the she-wolf lets out a rumbling hum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Those -- happy noises?\" she pants.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour response is unintelligible, but she seems to know its positive.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Good,\" she says, feeling you shudder as she grabs your shaft again. \"You sound so... vulnerable...\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou splutter, and it's not just from her fluid dripping onto you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Vul -- vulnerable?\" you laugh weakly. \"What kind of -- pillow talk is that?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf growls; you go back to the faint, embarrassing noises.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I don't know,\" she asks...\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen everything goes black as she sits back on your face, pinning your head beneath her furry cheeks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"...Seems accurate to me,\" she says, the words somehow reaching you as you struggle against her butt.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia's only response is to shift around on your face, grinding your face deeper into her ass. You only stop your struggles when you feel her teeth on your sack; the squeak as you stiffen easily cuts through her thick booty.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"That's what I thought,\" she says as she lifts up, shuddering at your immediate gasping breath.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't have time to try and respond before she clamps her mouth over your member again. You manage a small cry before she begins to suck.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer front teeth scrape along your base, and you can feel the others rub up along the sides. They don't hurt as much as you'd feared -- that or the pleasure just drowns it out.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer maw is warm, wet, and seems just firm enough, every bob of her head sending shocks down your spine. You can feel her tongue shifting ever so slightly, and your head slips further and further towards her throat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're not proud of the noise you make when her nose begins to tap your balls, but the sensation overwhelms you. You think you feel her shudder when you do, but you're only focused on two things: trying to breathe, and what she's doing to your nethers.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhen your hips start to spasm, your breaths frantic between her thighs, Talia's grip on your legs tightens. She takes you further in than ever before, the back of her throat so smooth against your head as it pulses, and you're spurting in moments.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can't tell if the white in your vision is her fur or headrush.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou only realize her nose was pressed into your gooch after she pulls away, her canines scraping against your balls as she tries to stifle her choking.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe managed to fit your sack in her mouth, too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Holy... fuckingshit...\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe gives your member another cleansing lick, interrupting you with your own moans until she slowly lets your legs and lower half slide back down to the ground.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You... you fucking... had my balls in there...\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf sighs heavily above you, and her folds descend dangerously close to your face once more.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I did.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou blink a little as she rolls away, arcing her leg over you slowly. That's when you realize your face is soaked in her fluids, the smell of her burned into your nostrils.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia stands, stretching. She tries to stifle her deep breaths, but her heaving chest betrays her. Her breasts move a _lot_...\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Gonna go outside and piss real quick,\" she says, halfway through the tent's flap, \"then we'll get moving, alright?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou nod, still trying to recover. You roll onto your side, crawling over to the pile of discarded clothes from the day prior.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOnly after you wipe the goom off your face do you remember this is the only shirt you've got for the foreseeable future.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou try not to think about that too much as you get dressed. The fact that your thighs don't burn when you pull on your pants distracts you -- maybe she really\u0026nbsp;_was_ making things better.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe wet spot on your shirt seems extra hot when the she-wolf comes back in as if she weren't completely nude. She's smiling, her eyes still a little tired and her tail fanning behind her as she looks you up and down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia grabs your chin and presses a hard kiss to your lips.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Good job,\" she says as she pulls away, moving to her pillow of discarded clothes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stare at her ass again when she bends over; your face was right there not just a few minutes ago.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRight in those warm, soft curves.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRight in her scent, in her fur.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRight in her --\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You can get to emptying the tent,\" she says. \"I'll handle breaking it down.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hop to it with an affirmative sound, hoping she didn't catch you staring; the look on her face as she watches you deflate the sleeping mat tells you she did.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo does the way she's 'struggling' to button up her flannel.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll she does is sneer, though, helping you drag out the gear out into the small clearing the two of you made camp in. You consolidate the gear as she tears down the shelter, folding the old surplus thing into a tight square.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSoon enough, you're actually setting off; Talia gets a rough reading with her compass, shifts the straps of her pack, and says \"well, let's go,\" before pushing through the underbrush.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"That's it?\" you ask, grunting a little as the branches scrape at you. \"Just pick a direction and go?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Border's north, Anon,\" the she-wolf replies. \"Long as that's mostly where we're headed, we'll get there.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"But... no covering our tracks? No tasting the dirt to see if it's gonna rain, or what the terrain looks like ahead?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe chuckles; you're out of the undergrowth now, back in open forest. She slows a little to walk beside you, a paw going to your hair.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Nah. I know what's ahead. Mostly forest, some roads here and there, maybe a few old fields.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe sniffs, craning her neck for effect.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Doesn't smell like rain either.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't know if it's true or not, but you suppose it doesn't matter. It'll come either way.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eKind of like Pat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What about what's behind us?\" you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"...What do you mean?\" she asks after a moment, not looking down at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What about the path we're making? The trail?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhen she doesn't answer, you add: \"What about how the State is going to come after us?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia sighs, but her pace doesn't slow. It speeds up a little, in fact, forcing you to half-jog to keep up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"We don't know if they're coming--\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"They are.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"-- and if they are, there's not much we can do.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou almost stop, but keep marching mechanically after her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Trying to hide our trail would cost too much time, doing that to camp alone would take at least half an hour. That's a good mile or two that we could've walked.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe numbers from last night loom large in your mind; with 60 to go, every mile will certainly count.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Plus, it'd slow our pace even more.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou barely detect the slight noise she makes after she says it, but the way her tail stiffens is easy to see. You've got no doubt who the other thing is that's slowing pace.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"It's a race, Anon. Our best bet is to be out of here before they even start.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA small part of you wants to disagree. Part of you wants to put your cowboy gun to good use, and have a standoff with a certain crooked sheriff.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou know it's foolish, and that you'd be mowed down in seconds. Or even worse, Bad Sheriff Birch would take you in alive.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut that doesn't stop you from thinking about how it might be inevitable.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia sighs at your silence.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I'm in no rush to deal with them, either.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou grunt, cinching your pack tighter and check the 1901, making sure it's tight too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Let's go, then.\"\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou make it a little more than halfway through the day before the doubt begins to seep in.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe two of you have been marching for the better part of six or seven hours, and whatever miraculous effects the she-wolf's saliva had seems to have worn off. The first signs of discomfort are showing up again, compounded by the tiredness of your lower half as a whole.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn shape or not, you need a rest after yesterday. Your body isn't ready to do it all over again so soon.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut you wave Talia off when she gives you those concerned looks, asks if you're okay when you stumble or grunt.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're not going to ask her to slow down, nor are you going to ask her to lick at your legs again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot only are you not ready for that, but it'd cost the two of you even more time.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhich means it'll cost you distance; those mile numbers float up again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOne of the few things the two of you have talked about is the terrain ahead, and it all looks the same. Undisturbed, lightly-hilled forests might make for good greeting cards, but they're lousy for judging distance traveled.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOccasionally the trees are interrupted by fallow fields, usually surrounded by overgrown trees and vines that require a good bit of cutting and cussing to pass through. The fields themselves are little better.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEach time you cross one, you're amazed that the various ticks, burrs, and bugs you and Talia pick up aren't roasted by the sun.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere have been a few roads, too, but they're not in the sun. The canopy above stretches over them, the shade allowing grasses and ground cover to flourish wherever the gravel or dirt isn't too compacted.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere are few other markers of civilization out here, and they too show their age, coming from a time before the Anthrostate.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOld lawn chairs by crumbled piles of bricks, dilapidated piles where wood hunting blinds used to be. Corpses of old cars that you've only seen in movies, transported here to the middle of nowhere as if by magic.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSomewhere in the back of your mind, you find it beautiful, mysterious. But right now, you're too focused on the soreness that's already creeping up your legs, the headache that's forming, and how the heat is sticking to you, despite it being relatively dry.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour body moves mechanically, one foot in front of the other, your mind completely occupied by how much you want to rip your pants off, down all your water, and chow down on a nice burger.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd how you can't do any of those things, and how instead you've got to keep walking for another 50-some miles.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd how if you don't manage to do it in the next day or so, both you and this crazy bitch that sees you as dead weight are going to probably get your asses dragged into custody by some squad of hyped-up, horny State agents that will 'play' with you the whole ride back down to New Apple.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt sends your thoughts back there, to everything you're leaving behind without even a courtesy call. Like --\n\n \n\n\\\u003e...well, to be honest, you're not sure how much you really\u0026nbsp;_are_ leaving behind.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour dad is gone, your relationship with your mother is strained at best. You've got no siblings, and your best friend -- now lover -- is hiking to her doom with you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere's people you'll miss from the range, but no one that you relied on, no one that relied on you. No one from the library either; the job was nice enough, but nothing you couldn't live without.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour personal library and museum, though, you are going to miss. It hurts to think about all of it, all the notes you've taken and the antiques you've saved. The books, the videos and recordings, even the songs that you've saved either physically or digitally from the State's scrubbery.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd that doesn't include the miniature, ancient arsenal that's hidden in your cedar chest. That bit hurts to think about.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can still remember the field-stripping process for each and every one, all the little quirks that they each have, all the little repairs and adjustments you had to make in order to get them to run right.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd now all of them are likely going to end up in a scrap pile, or at the very least getting the shit scraped out of them and their receivers scarred with an electropen.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe thought elicits a shuddering sigh from you; you meant what you said when you told Talia you loved her, but you didn't quite fathom the meaning of leaving it all behind until now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou see the she-wolf glance at you in your periphery.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You good?\" she asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah. I'm fine.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe grunts, but doesn't stop.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Doesn't sound like it.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou let out another heavy exhale.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Just a headache, is all,\" you say. \"A nice burger wouldn't be bad, either.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia chuckles slightly, but you can tell it's a little forced.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"We can stop if you want. Don't think we've got any burger MREs, but maybe beef jerky will do.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou grunt, but don't stop. You can feel her amber eyes on you, and you do your best to ignore them.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Maybe we should stop,\" she says, \"You look red. Could use some water.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe growls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yes.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't stop, but she does. Talia lets you go on until she sees you -- more likely hears you -- having trouble climbing over a fallen log. You struggle to keep going as you hear her footfalls behind you, but raising your knee those last few inches up to your hip is suddenly a monumental task.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, stop.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou ignore her again. This time, she doesn't let it slide.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I said stop!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf turns you around and gives you a shove. It's hardly more than a tap, but you end up sitting on the fallen log all the same. She puts her paws on your shoulders, keeping you there as she crouches down and gets her hear close to yours.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No lying, remember?\" she says. Her voice is firm, but there's a hint of tenderness there.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What's wrong, Anon? You still hurting?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe slight pressing of her claws tells you she doesn't believe you. You don't look up, instead staring blankly ahead at her chest while you catch your breath.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Bull-fucking-shit. What's wrong?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"My legs are sore, alright? That's it. Just turn me around so I can get over this thing, and let's --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look up, slightly surprised.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"We're not moving until you tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is will irritate you more and more, and it'll slow us down.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe 'even more' is implied, of course.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou close your eyes and take a deeper breath, bracing yourself.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You really want to know?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't hesitate, nodding and giving you a positive hum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I was thinking about everything we're leaving behind, and I'm kind of regretting it.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look up at her, forcing yourself to stay steady.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Lyons said we all but won. I could have kept all my guns, had a job -- hell, we might not have needed ones after a countersuit against Pat!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah,\" Talia says, tone firm as her eyes. \"We could have stayed 'friends,' and wondered how long it'd be before Pat tried something again or before we'd be recommended for assignment.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Instead, we're miles-deep into the middle of nowhere,\" you say, \"no car, no cabin, just what we can carry. We've got to cover -- what, 50 miles? -- in two days, preferably less. On foot, trailblazing, with our incentive being fucked in the ass or shot full of holes by State goons if we don't!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou swallow; your voice cracked.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Putting aside the fact that us not getting fucked and shot full of holes by the cops on the _other_\u0026nbsp;side of the border isn't a guarantee, our chances of getting there are slim, because I'm dead fucking weight.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, you're not --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I am!\" you shout. \"I know you slow down to my pace! I heard you when you said 'covering our tracks will slow us _even more_!'\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou take a breath, nearly as shuddering as the sigh you let out before.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I didn't bring enough food, I didn't bring enough bottles, all I brought was this stupid fucking shotgun that'll vaporize any -- any rabbits or squirrels we come across. And -- and now, I can't even cross this stupid fucking log!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour throat is sore, but you keep your look at Talia firm. She's staring at you with apprehension, ears back and fur puffed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You should've left me there. You should've gone on. Now we're both fucked.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf says nothing, just watching you, tail still. You let your gaze dip, down to your worn-out legs. Your backpack slips off slowly, falling on the other side of the log.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhen you move to do the same, Talia grabs your shoulder again. Her ears are pricked this time as she looks down at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Fuck off, Ta--\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're on your feet in an instant, the she-wolf wrapping her arms beneath yours and lifting you with ease. Your feet touch the forest floor as she draws you close, but just barely.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Shut up,\" she says as your face comes to rest in her flannel-covered cleavage. \"I -- Anon!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou ignore her again, pushing at her ribs to try and escape her embrace. It doesn't work as crushes you against her. She leans back, her breasts pressing around your face and your feet coming off the ground.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Calm down or I swear to god I'll smother you with these!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer rough voice vibrates around your head; she gives you a squeeze, showing you she means business as her claws dig into your hair. You hold out as long as you can, but shortly you're pushing and tapping at her breasts with desperation.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I let you come with because I love you, dumbass,\" she says, loosening her grip enough for you to take some scent-laden breaths. You're not sure what to think.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen she begins to stroke your hair, still keeping you firmly locked against her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You couldn't have been prepared,\" she says, her voice soft. \"You didn't know. You didn't know we'd be doing this. I didn't either.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou sniffle -- because she squashed your nose, not any other reason.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Things might be tough, but you want to know something?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAfter a few moments of silence, she squeezes you again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I said, 'you want to know something?'\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou give her a muffled, mumbled reply. She accepts it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"When we... fucked earlier... When you were under me, making those noises -- it made me want to protect you. Care for you.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSlowly, your hands go around her waist.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"It made me realize what we said yesterday wasn't just hormones and bullshit.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou let out a half-choked chuckle; she hums happily against you, her tail brushing against your hands as it wags.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"We'll make it,\" she says. \"I'll make sure.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFor the first time in the past 24 hours, you somewhat believe it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Now, let's take a break and have food until you're not so cranky, okay?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou snort as she lets you pull away; there's a little mischief in the smile she gives you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You... you made some pretty 'vulnerable' noises too.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer eyes widen, and the woods are filled with barking laughter.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You little fucker!\" she laughs, grabbing your head and shoving it against her breast. You fight back again, though this time it's a token effort.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's got the flannel open and your face on a tit before you can even realize it, guiding you to her nipple before pressing you deep into her plush chest-pillow.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Now you can suck until you get me making those noises again, you little prick,\" she says.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe pinches your ass even as you begin to latch on, making you yelp.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"...And hurry up, dumbass. We've still got ground to cover.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou give her fluffy butt a smack before grabbing onto her massive awoobie, feeling her shudder as you squeeze it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSlowly, her hold on your head slackens until she's just petting you, watching you bob against her, muffled moans already beginning to bubble up from you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"...Good boy, Anon.\"\n\n \n\nPoll:  \nhttps://strawpoll.com/polls/XOgONe1Arn3  \nYeens:  \nhttps://strawpoll.com/polls/7MZ0Aoemwyo","series":{"name":"Negligent Discharge: Talia Path(s)","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1977608-nd-talia-path-day-5-resistance.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1982757-nd-talia-path-day-7-resistance.json"}}