Innocent, Or Not?
No one over 18, no minors, don't read if you'll be offended, anon and anon.
Okay, this is going to be a new story, branching of into new characters. This is not set in the same universe as previous stories of mine, so here goes. This story is about an innocent learning to love. Which character is the innocent? I'll leave that up to you. Both characters will be recurring. Also, this is my first time doing canine anatomy, so be lenient.
Randall, a twenty something Coyote yawned, stretched his arms out, and sat up in his bed. It was Tuesday. Tuesday's were the days that he went hunting, and checking his trap line. Normally, he caught non morphic creatures, but occasionally, he found an anthromorph. He normally let those go, unless he was completely out of food. So far, that had only happened once, and he still felt guilty over that. In the city, non morphic prey was common, but he still thought of it as cannibalism. He tried to keep an omnivorous life style, but he still needed meat. Still though, he tried not to harm fellow anthromorphs. He got up, dressing in a functional vest and pants. He took his bow and hunting knife off of the wall, and grabbed a quiver.
He intended to check his trapline first, and then do some hunting. His stores were full, but he needed to keep them stocked for the upcoming winter. Randall didn't much like raccoons as food, but they were common in this part of the world. He frowned, hoping that he didn't catch any. He wanted to catch some squirrels. Squirrels, at least the non morphic ones, made an excellent stew. He opened the door of his cabin, heading north, where the first trap in his line was. It was a pitfall, a large one, built for deer. Next, he would proceed to his smaller, squirrel and beaver traps. When he arrived in the area of his pitfall, he could already tell he had caught something. Branches were lying about cracked and broken. Whatever it was, it was big. He jogged to the edge of the pitfall, and glanced down. He blanched, at the bottom, a morphic squirrel lay curled up in a fluffy ball of fur. She was breathing, but probably couldn't climb out, since the walls were coated in resin, to make them slick.
He called down to her, and she started up, an fearful gleam in her eye. He tied a bit of rope to a sturdy tree, and threw It down, indicating that she should climb up. She shook her head, indicating her leg, which was bent at an odd angle. Randall groaned at this, realizing that she had broken her leg. He threw a leg over the edge, then began to repel down the side, soon he reached the bottom. she drew back in fear. He held out his open hands in a ritualistic "no harm" gesture. She relaxed, but still shivered. And why shouldn't she be afraid, he was a predator, built to kill. "No!" Randall pushed the thought from his mind. He was here to help here, not harm her.
He advanced slowly, trying not to stare. Unlike himself, who came from the city, she was a natural dweller of the forest. She wore no clothing, but was doing her best to cover herself with her tail. She was mostly successful, but it was still a very provocative scene. He knelt next to her, tearing a length of cloth from his cloak, and wrapping it around her leg. He snapped the arrow heads off of a few of his arrows, and made a makeshift splint. Then, helped her to her feet, knowing that pain she was likely in, he gently forced her to lean on him, taking the weight off of her leg. Then, he swung her around, and onto his back. He began to climb the rope, trying to ignore the feel of her breasts pressing against his back. When they were back on solid ground, he began to support her again. It was only a half mile walk back to his cabin, and he need to look further into her leg, and dress it properly. She walked with him for a while, but eventually, she grew tired, and he lifted her up, carrying her rest of the way. This seemed to decide something for her, and she relaxed, and seemed to appear less afraid. After a while, she fell asleep in his arms. Soon, he reached his cabin. He laid her down on his bed, and began rummaging around. Soon, he found the first aid kit, and some of the clothing that he had originally brought with him from the city. He had been less thin and muscular there, and the shirt no longer fit. It would be long enough to offer the squirrel some modesty though. He crossed the Spartan living quarters that he had set up for himself, and sat on the bed. He untied the splint, and dressed the cuts with antibacterial solution. The cool sensation of the liquid woke the squirrel up, and she looked at him with innocent brown eyes. The break was not a bad one, and it had already been set, possibly by the squirrel herself. Using some of the supplies, he cleaned her cuts and scrapes, and bound her leg in a more permanent cast, using gauze and resin. After he had cleaned all of her cuts, he handed her the shirt, and she pulled it over her head. She stood carefully, testing the strength of her cast, and her legs. Randall indicated that she should stay where she was, quickly went to the kitchen, where he had stored the expensive, utility, walking stick that he had bought and never used. If he recalled correctly, it could split into a pair of crutches. He crossed back into the bedroom, and handed her the crutches. She hobbled about for a moment, and then grew used to the way that they worked. Randall glanced over at the clock, one of the few city things that he regularly used. It was late, as the walk had taken longer than he had expected. He had been out and about for nearly seven hours. It was approaching four o' clock. Randall went out to his icebox, where he kept a large amount of his food. He had mostly meat, but some fruit and vegetables were in evidence. He removed these now, along with a large bag of nuts and acorns he used as squirrel bait. He returned to his cabin, and found the squirrel in the nude yet again, cutting up the shirt into a more functional set of clothing. She had also taken the curtains, much to Randall's chagrin. she had already fashioned a bra and panties, which she wore. She was fashioning a cloak out of the curtains, and she quickly finished it. Randall placed the offerings of food on the table, and she abandoned her creations to sit down. She arranged a platter of fruit and acorns, then began to eat. Randall sat opposite of her, and began munching on an apple.
"My name is Sophie, what's yours?"
"My name is Randall."
"So why didn't you eat me?" She asked, in a soft, high pitched voice.
"I don't eat morphics, its wrong," Said Randall, in a slightly indignant tone.
"Thank you," she said, "I don't want to die."
"Don't worry; I will never let anything harm you"
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Why do you ask?" queried Randall.
"You were staring at me, when I was naked. You're a predator, and I'm prey, what did you see in me?"
Randall thought for a moment, bringing his thoughts into order,
"Yes, I do think you're beautiful. You seem vulnerable, but I don't want to hurt you, only protect you. Your eyes have a certain innocence to them. You seem fragile, without being weak. I apologize if I stared, I tried not to."
"Would you like too?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you like to stare, to touch me?"
Randall panicked. This had not been part of the plan at all.
"Why would you want me to do that?"
"I have been touched by a predator, and my people will never take me back. Don't you want me as your mate, isn't that why you brought me here?"
Randall stood up in a huff, his emotions conflicted. While it was true that he found the squirrel beautiful, he really had not truly thought about her in the manner. Now that he did, he thought about her in a different light entirely. His mind flitted back to the brief glimpses that he had seen of her fully nude body. The soft curve of her breasts, her round ass smoothly transitioning to a light, fluffy tail.
"That's not why I brought you here," Randall protested feebly, his desire to protect conflicting with the temptress that this squirrel had become. Finally, he decided.
"However, I find the idea of a squirrel as a mate highly appealing."
"And I find the idea of a coyote as a mate, interesting."
Randall blushed at the blatantly seductive tone that the squirrel was using now. He felt a stirring in his loins, and he felt his cock began to grow. The squirrel, possibly realizing the effect she was having on him, stood, and unhooked her makeshift bra, allowing her tits to tumble free. Her nipples were already erect. This had a significant effect on Randall. His penis grew to its full length, and his knot began to thicken. The squirrel, seeing this crossed over to Randall's bed, and lay down. she slowly tugged her underwear off, presenting her very aroused pussy to Randall. Still in a daze, Randall came up behind her. He set his penis against her pussy, and slowly penetrated her. She was surprisingly still a virgin, and she bucked her hips back on Randall, spearing herself on his cock, and effectively deflowering herself. Randall began to rock back and forth fucking the squirrel. She continued to moan, and whimper in pleasure. Randall began to close in on his orgasm, and the squirrel picked up the tempo of their fucking, nearing climax herself. Stopping for a moment, she turned around onto her back, spreading her legs wide, and allowing deeper penetration. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Randall bucked forward, his knot tying the squirrel to him. She screamed in pleasure at his, and began to buck in her own fiery climax. They lay there together, until his knot began to recede. Randall thought that it was over, but it wasn't, not by a long shot. As he drew out of the squirrel, she began to lean forward, gently pulling him into a sitting position. She crawled onto the floor, and looked up at his partially erect cock. She began to rub it with her breasts, until it sprang back up once more. Then, in earnest, she began to move her breasts up and down along his cock, sucking on the tip, whenever it appeared. Soon, she abandoned her breasts, and began to suck him off in earnest. He opened his mouth wide, as a flood of sensations racked his body.
Then, he came.
Cum spurted out of his cock, and into the squirrels waiting mouth. She clamped down on him, sucking for all she was worth. One hand was between her legs, fingering herself furiously. She came again, trying to scream around a mouthful of hot white cum.
Finally, he finished, sinking onto the bed in exhaustion. His new mate, still hungry for sex, shrugged her shoulders and climbed in next to him. There would be ample time in the morning, to see just how far the poor innocent city dweller would go.