Old Wounds Heal
(Please do not continue reading if you have a problem with Cross-Breeding, Bestiality, Impregnation, baby-killing, and real life in general. A lot has happened in the odd months that Cross has been in hiding. Kiiro has left and I have moved on. Please forgive my absence from the world.)
Since the end of me and Kiiro, I have lost the name Cross, now as Zodiark I have a new mate, Pyro who loves me a lot as much as I love him.
I laid upon the bed, kicking my socked feet, the black and red stripes contrasting my pale skin, which was almost like parchment due to being indoors for the summers, "How about this?" I asked, pointing to a coat in the magazine I picked up. It was Christmas time yet again, this time different without Kiiro by my side, but I had found myself with a new lover. More true than before.
The husky looked over, his black and white fur ragged with restlessness, sitting at his desk. "Looks good."
"You weren't even looking at me you.." I giggled, my short shorts showing off most of my ass, "Stop looking at my breasts... they aren't going to grow!"
"Maybe they will."
"M'hm..." I rolled my eyes, looking over at Pyro, throwing a piece of cotton that stuck to his fur, unknown to him. I giggled hysterically kicking my feet.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing..." I contemplated over the coats, my breast poking out of my shirt.
"Yeah... Right..."
Silence fell yet again upon our room, giving me moments to think. Since the death of my newborn pup I had been pretty down and it was true that I was in heat again. Oran was the little cub's name, his fur as black as his daddy his golden eyes matching his mother. I sighed, starting to think about Kiiro, flipping through the pages of my fashion magazine.
Darkness fell upon the woods behind my house, it was a simple walk, like he and I took many a time before, I had our cub in my arms while he slept silently upon our walk. Kiiro and I talked in hush tones, trying not to disturb the sleeping pup and other animals in the wood from their slumber.
"I can't do this anymore. I really can't."
"Kiiro, you decide this now after?"
"It isn't the same.." Hearing my lover's harsh words my tears welled into my eyes, blurring my vision as I almost stumbled over a branch, her ears folded back. My tiny human form tripped.
"So, what you're going to leave me with the child?"
"No... I'm going to kill the child... then I will be out of your life for good."
I contemplated for a second, too upset to catch what he said. In that single second he slashed his claws, knocking the child from my arms, my child hitting his newborn head, his own father snatching him up in his jaws, swallowing it.
I fell to my knees, seeing my first born so brutally eaten...
Tears fell from my eyes, marking the magazine, staining a white coat, I closed the magazine.
"Are you okay, love?" Pyro asked, turning his head to the side, "Thinking about Oran..." He closed his eyes, opening them again to look at me, "Why don't we make our own?" His face twisted into a smile that left his tongue flopping from the side, the smile that made me fall in love with him and kept me from being mad. I buried myself in his fur, him smelling of husky, dinner, and the efforts from his day.
"We could... but... you're going to have to catch me first..." Knowing that feral huskies have strong prey drives I ran, my inner-wolf's heat calling to him, pushing away the scent of leopard on my skin. I darted towards the bedroom door, a giggle heard from behind me as he effortlessly chased.
I shifted my bones, and my being to be more catlike, gaining speed and flexibility as I dived down the stars, landing on all fours, and then darted towards the kitchen. He was still behind me, closer, he was gaining. I darted towards the den, where of course the television sat on but unattended.
That was when he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head, forcing me back onto the couch, pressing himself between my legs.
Heat over took, this one being my first for my new animal instincts, I shoved myself into him eagerly, feeling him hardening under his jeans, "God... eager are we?" he chuckles, pulling off my shirt nipping at my breasts.
"Make love to me..." I whisper, I kissed his lips, running my tongue onto his lower lip, submitting, "I love you..." I said, knowing that he knew without me having to say it but I wanted to remind him of how much he meant to me.
Pyro shoves his hips into my waist with one animalistic thrust, our clothed bodies heated and recoiling from the feel of our sexes so close but so far away. He slipped a hand down, tearing my shorts with his paw, "God you're wet..." he said looking at the soaked tatters.
"Nice to state the obvious huh...?" I said, pushing on his hips with my ankles which locked around his waist, shoving him into me. The weight of his jean-covered bulge being forced into my favorite hello kitty panties was almost too much for me to handle, my mate was no small puppy, he was as well endowed as a horse now that I think about it and he was stronger than average, his body being able to tear mine apart if he wanted to.
Of course, in the heat of this moment I could not think, could not breathe my breath was caught in my throat, caught in the rush of hormones, emotions, and the like that rushed through our bodies, so twined upon the couch. The same leather sofa as I had remembered, a little more experienced now, a little less naïve, and a lot different from my first time. I buried my face into his neck, sniffing the sweet scent of my mate's fur and remembering it... Like some internal cologne that seemed to radiate around him I fought against his paws holding my wrists, not a match for his strength, speed, or instinct which is which drove him into me once again tearing a throaty cry from my lips the sound muffled in his mane.
After a few moments of him shoving himself against my jeans he finally remembered how to take them off, tearing my panties, my poor hello kitty panties and his stewie boxers in the process. His paws moved, one holding down both my tiny wrists and the other positioning himself to my entrance, rubbing his pink doggy-meat outside me, the fur of his sheath and balls tickling my sensitive flesh. It was so frustrating, knowing I could do nothing, but he sat and teased me, teased my sopping slit until I cried and begged for him. His baser instincts took over, as he wildly and roughly forced himself into my sodden puppy passage his hips wildly pushing that love-rod into me, each uncontrolled, feral thrust sending his tapered tip against my cervix. Again and again, the knot rubbed against my gspot, not yet formed enough to lock us together in the mating bind, his tip crashing against that fleshy wall that protected my womb, again and again, over and over, second upon second, hour upon hour.. or so it seemed... Until I exploded, liquid dripping and gushing from my feminine abyss onto the leather, onto his fur, and coating his knot which was now slapping against my inside, too big to enter again unless he forced, as soon as I calmed, still flowing fluids down my legs he did one last powerful thrust of his hips, his knot popping inside of my netherlips with a loud squelching sound, followed by a ragged scream, "PYRO!!" as it tied us together for the first time, bonding us as mates and lovers, he kept thrusting, pumping every ounce of fertile seed inside me, like stuffing a creampuff full of sweetness.
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That night, we had cuddled tied together by his knot and trapped in each others' arms, we do not remember when we had fallen asleep or when his knot shrunk and when he became erect and started thrusting in his sleep again, but that morning I was soaked from the waist down in the scent of sex, sated heat, and the sweet pheromone of love.
My heat was gone in a few days. On Christmas I gave birth to our first daughter, Anastasia. We are planning to create more...