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The Chronicles of Rogue

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I own the character Rogue, as well as the plot to this story. Any likenesses between characters owned by another person and my own are merely coincidence. Also, this story depicts the exhibiting of homosexual erotic behavior. If you do not like said behavior, then please, spare yourself.

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Wulf pushed forward slowly, grunting softly with the effort of restraining himself from just going all out on me. I will never be able to describe the feeling of his fat, tapering tip entering me. The best I'll ever be able to do to put into some vague form of understanding is with these four words: Yes. Ow. Love hurts.

I didn't actually understand how big he was until then, my mind was a tailspin of thought, blinded by passion and urged faster by love. One second I was thinking 'What if he's too_big?', then I was thinking, _'He's so gentle.', and then the rest just cascaded afterwards, even vocalizing themselves in a mashed up moan that sounded kind of like this: "Nnnnn,". It was accompanied by me arching my back and curling up my tail as I gritted my teeth through the discomfort of just his first few inches. It wasn't that a few inches is all I could take, of course not. I've experimented with dildos before, and managed to take a ten inch canine one. I was about to move onto a horse one... but I just never got around to it. He was just so thick, it felt like my body was being split open.

A terrible thought pierced the gale of my thoughts. What if I did split open, or get hurt in a life-threatening way? I knew my bones didn't exactly break easily, but what about my insides?

I spoke up softly, my voice cracking a little as I endured the first quarter of his giant shaft. "What if you're too big? Could I get hurt...?"

He stopped, pulling out a bit, but I tightened my legs around his waist, preventing him from going too far. He looked down at me with a soft gaze, devoid of the burning passion I saw just earlier. His face was a persona, er... fursona, of concern as he spoke to me. "Well... normally, yes. If you were still human, then by all means you would have probably bled out by now. But the transformation caused by the illness did something to our anatomy, it made our internal organs... stretchy. Simi guesses that we somehow got more elastin fibers in our connective tissues during the transformation, due to the stress on not only your organs but on your skeleton as well. They, according to her, needed to be able to snap back into shape, and so our bodies quickly adapted - or were instructed - to produce mass amounts of elastic fibers to help cope with everything. The reason I say they were instructed is because I think the whole thing was a conspiracy. But that's a story for a different time." He nuzzled me softly. His - Simi's - explanation made perfect sense, and I started to purr a little, nuzzling him back.

"So why does it hurt a little...?" I asked.

"Well, you might have gotten more elastic fibers, but your nerves remain unchanged. Simi says that almost any blunt object that will fit inside you won't be able to tear anything, and I'm being gentle to try and help you." He sighed softly and started going forwards again, pushing himself in once more. I could tell I was tight, his eyes were half-closed and he had this look that dogs get when you scratch their belly.

While he was talking, it stopped hurting so much, and I got a little more comfortable with him. That urge from earlier was growing again, gnawing at me, demanding I let this sexy wolf hilt me. Then, it was saying, we would fuck like the animals we were until he would tie with me, and then we'd both cum. Then, we would switch positions and do it again, and again, and again, and again. My thoughts on this dirty plan was manifested as a lustful growl from my throat, a tightening of my legs around his waist, and a tightening of myself around his member, which was well on its way to being halfway inside of me.

He gasped at the sudden increase in tightness around himself, and I smiled to myself mentally as he bent over and kissed me again, picking up the pace as our tongues tangled together. Within seconds, he was fully inside me, all fifteen inches of himself that wasn't in the form of a knot. I winced as his knot bumped against my thighs, still outside of me. I didn't even want to know how thick it was. I groaned and arched my back, feeling his massive cock going up against the bottom of my chest cavity, somehow everything stretching out of the way without compromising functionality as the four inch thick shaft pulsed and throbbed inside of me. I was panting, his precum pooling near the tip of his cock, buried inside me.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just panting. His head was resting next to mine, our cheeks pressed together snugly, as if our cheeks were sculpted individually for each other.

He propped himself up a little and gazed at me with his soulful eyes.

"You ready?" he asked, with infinite patience.

"I've forgotten what it feels like to be unprepared." I replied calmly, finally used to the massive thing inside me.

He smiled, chuckling a little. "Well then, please excuse me as I continue taking your cherry..." He smiled and got down to business, drawing out and thrusting back, gyrating his hips upwards as he thrusted back in, causing his large cock to forcefully bump my already crowded prostate, sending electric pleasure shooting through my body. He grunted at the occurrence of a very hard thrust , and I moaned loudly at the jolts of fire flying up my nerves, being sent over the edge so early from him. The pleasure going through my body coalesced around my crotch, and I nearly cried out as I felt myself beginning my first of many, many orgasms.

The first rope of cum arced gracefully through the air right until it nailed Wulf on his bottom jaw with a wet slapping sound. I jerked my hips with the motion, the barbs on my cock catching on the fur of his stomach and becoming stimulated, taking the harsh glow of pleasure burning in my loins and magnifying it into an astronomical sunburst of feeling. I tensed up my insides reflexively and Wulf groaned with pleasure, but kept thrusting as I continued to orgasm, his thrusting matching the spurts of cum being jettisoned from my cock as his own cock continued its relentless stimulation of my prostate.

I stopped cumming after what felt like my largest orgasm ever, it left my stomach and chest nearly soaked. I wanted more, though, and amid my labored panting and groin-based cognitive processes, I somehow made that point across without speaking.

Wulf started licking at the cum on my chest as he thrusted, gradually pulling out more and more just to shove it back in with a rock of his thighs, sending his bulbous knot crashing into my rear end. He was building up force, and I found myself rocking back into his thrusts, wanting him to go just a little bit deeper every time he hilted me. The feeling was amazing, but the smell in the room... it smelled of cat, wolf, sex, men, and sweat, all blended together in a musky odor that permeated the whole room. I doubted I'd ever get the scent out of my sheets when we finally finished, but then again, why would I try to?

I gasped loudly at a randomly powerful thrust, and it took all of my willpower to hold back the slutty moan I had on the tip of my tongue. He just kept at it, gyrating his hips as his balls slapped against my ass with every thrust, it was so overwhelming, I almost didn't notice that I was feeling hotter than usual.

I opened my eyes, for some reason I had closed the earlier, and saw Wulf, his frame emanating a soft red glow that flickered and pulsed in time with his thrusting, and then I noticed that heat was coming off him in waves, especially from his cock. It was hot, so hot, in both temperature and slang, I realized he was using his Influence to make himself literally hotter. And I must admit, it was hot.

Did I mention how hot it was? It was like a day on the beach under the sweltering sun. Only this sun could move, and had a monstrous penis.

The precum that was still leaking out of his cock was lubing me up nicely, and Wulf was able to thrust using what felt like at least half of his entire length, and he was drawing back just a little bit more every time he hilted, his knot bumping against me just a little bit harder every thrust.

My ears flicked, and my tail uncurled and curled up again, and I arched my back a little, noticing the bulge in my stomach that his large cock made inside of me as Wulf started heating up a bit more. He was emitting growls and yips with every thrust, his eyes still half lidded as he continued to gyrate his hips. He opened his eyes and looked at me, as if he somehow knew I was looking at him. It was intimidating, yet romantic. I guess I looked kind of out of it, because he looked at me with concern.

"You okay, cat-ness?" He asked me, stopping his thrusting and getting down on the bed next to me, his cock still inside of me. He wrapped his muscular arms around me, and I wrapped mine around his chest, burying my muzzle in the crook of his neck.

"You're not gonna just... ya know... leave me, after you're done with me... are you?" I immediately regretted saying it as I looked up and into his eyes, their shine clouded by sorrow. He hugged me just a little bit closer to him, and I enjoyed how warm he was.

"I will never leave you, if you let me get close enough to hold you tightly every night, just like this." He said softly. "Cockstuffing optional." His eyes brightened a little and he smiled. I smiled too, because that's what I wanted to hear. I wanted to know I had given my cherry to someone committed to a relationship.

I thought about this for a bit, feeling his strong arms around me, and feeling his large canine member inside of me, throbbing powerfully in time with his heartbeat, which I could hear fairly well with my head pressed against his chest. Did I really want this? Was I willing to risk it...? It might have been my penis talking, but yes. Yes I did.

"When you're ready to cum, I want you to tie with me." I said it somewhat hesitantly, the exceedingly large cock in my ass making me only slightly uncomfortable.

He nodded, squeezing me tightly one last time before he rolled over once again, taking me with him as he rolled onto his back, setting me atop his chest. I drew my legs up so that, if I didn't have a nice muscular Wulf underneath me, it would have looked like I was kneeling. My tail flicked around somewhat anxiously as he placed his paws down low, sliding them down my sides and down to my ass, taking a pawful of feline butt in each. He started grinding then, this excruciatingly slow thing that drove his cock deeper than ever, nudging his knot closer to the junction of tying me while teasing my prostate.

I moaned softly and growled in his ear. "You're such a tease..."

He lifted me off his cock for a few seconds before driving me back down his length, hard enough to almost cause me to orgasm again, the sensual pleasure was that much. "The biggest." He wore a cocky smirk that matched the rest of him. Cocky. Incredibly cocky. In the sense that the volume of his cock was bigger than that of his forearm.

He continued doing that, not even panting from the exertion of thrusting like that in such a difficult position. I was a mess of moaning and grunting, pressing my cheek against his chest before spying something that looked a little fun. I noticed his nipples, one on each of glorious pecs. I was immediately seized by the haunting desire to tweak them. Hard.

And so I did. Just when I felt like he might be about to climax, I started purring softly and moving my paws up his chest, roaming around with my paws while I tried to get towards my goals. He suspected nothing, and I was nearly on the edge. I knew I couldn't last much longer, so I did what every homosexual cat with a third leg up his ass would do: I wrapped my tail around the base of his balls, squeezed gently with that, and put my paws around his nipples, tweaking them both hard and even twisting them a little while clamping down on his cock with my ass.

It was like squeezing two magic buttons.

My Wulf's eyes widened suddenly and he plunged his cock into me with a deafening howl, knot and all getting shoved in with a near supercanine effort

The sheer force of his knot punching right through my anal ring and bumping my into my prostate sent me over the edge again almost immediately. I arched my back, releasing his nipples as I moaned loudly, orgasming onto both of our stomachs and chests with my thick feline cum.

He didn't cum yet, and as my inside clamped around on his cock, he gripped my ass firmly and began to pull, literally pulling his knot right out of me. He got it right after a few seconds, and his knot came out of me with a sickening pop, and I was immediately filled with a partial sense of emptiness as the large phallic bulb was extricated from my ass.

Lost in my own orgasm, I almost didn't notice him tying me again just to pull his knot out once more, sending a jab of sheer pleasure through me as his knot rammed into my prostate again. If I wasn't already cumming, I knew I would have came again simply from that forceful bump to the most erotically stimulating part of my anatomy.

My orgasm dragged on as he continued to knotfuck me, shoving his massive sphere of flesh into me just to pull it out and do it again as he grunted with the exertion. It felt like my body was being overloaded with sexual stimuli, and I felt myself fading as he pulled back one last time nearly all the way before ramming his entire cock into me once again, knot and all, in one swift thrust accompanied by a loud howl once again.

I felt his hot canine seed starting to pump into my body, and I relished the strange yet arousing feeling of it slowly snaking its way through my insides as the floodgate that was Wulf was released. I groaned softly as my own orgasm tapered off to an end while Wulf just kept cumming and cumming for who knows how long. I had my head on his chest and my eyes were closed. If they were open, however, I would have seen my world slowly fading to black as my brain was quickly overloaded by the mass of sensory information.

I was aware of a painful ache underneath my tail that seemed to go halfway up my spine, and was nearly immobilized by how sore I was. It didn't hurt too much, just a dull echo of what I probably felt last night, but was too aroused to have felt the pain when Wulf was...

My memory trickled back slowly. I opened my eyes and looked at what I had guessed was a fluffy pillow beneath me, and instead looked into a pair of smiling eyes, delicately closed. Wulf looked a little younger when he was sleeping, and I was seized by a few small doubts that squandered what was left of my normal semi-happy I-just-woke-up-it's-a-new-day mood. I prodded his nose softly with one of my paws to wake him, and his nose twitched as he grumbled softly but did not wake.

I was starving, and I noticed that I definitely needed a shower, along with the sheets. The smell of stale sex was everywhere in my room, and I groaned softly as I recalled the events of last night, my sheath stirring softly despite myself being sexually drained.

Sighing, I tried to extricate myself from the Wulf arms around me, finding that I couldn't move. It wasn't his arms, though. I yawned and realized with a start that all of my cum must have dried between us. I hate getting cum out of my fur, it's annoying and sometimes you pull on a strand of fur a little too hard and it hurts like a bitch.

So, I thought to myself. I have this wonderfully sexy wolf I'm laying on with who knows how much dried cum sticking us together; I haven't had anything to eat in over a day - curse me skipping breakfast and lunch out of habit -and I desperately need a shower. First order of business, wake up the wolf. And shower together.

I nodded slightly to myself and prodded his nose again. He roused a little, grumbling again as his eyebrows knitted together a little as if to question whatever was poking him as he shifted around with me on top of him still. One last time I prodded him nose, whispering a little 'boop' to him, turning the action known as prodding into booping. He slowly opened one eye, then yawned toothily as he decided it was apparently time to wake up.

"Hnng... Hello cat-ness." He said sleepily.

I looked at him expectantly. "Hi."

"What's up?" He scooted back, moving the pillow out of his way so he could put his back against the wall, still holding me close to him.

"We're stuck." I said bluntly.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"My.. erm... my cum dried and we're stuck together..." My ears drooped down a little in embarrassment, and I felt a small blush that was hidden by the dark red fur of my cheeks.

"Is that a problem?" He smirked suddenly, "Cuz I kinda like having you there." He winked now, charming as usual.

"Well, it normally wouldn't be... but I'm hungry, and I need a shower." I rested my head under his chin and he rested his chin on my head.

"Well both of those are easily fixed, you know." He straightened a little more, noting the persistence of the impromptu adhesive holding us together.

"I know... but I didn't want you waking up when I'm not there, thinking that I left you or something." I said it shyly, figuring out just how silly it sounded outside my thoughts.

He chuckled. "Now why would I think that?"

"It's what I would have thought if you were gone when I woke up." I admitted.

"Is that you being vainly protective of yourself again?" He continued to smirk, his ears flicking with amusement.

I was suddenly reminded of how intently this wolf had said he studied me. I tilted my head slightly in the crook of his neck, my tail curling up a little apprehensively. "Probably," I said, my voice falsely reflecting my mood as somewhat nonchalant and blunt.

"You know, hiding small things like your current feelings from someone who's interested in you is a pretty big turn-off to your personality. It doesn't suit you, you need to relax and let it all hang out." He said sympathetically. "Now, if you start cheating on me or something, then it'll be okay to hide your feelings, even though it just makes things worse, it's instinctual, and you my catness, are very instinctual. Instincts might keep you alive on the streets, but they'll only make you distant when in a lover's arms. Unless it's the primal urge to make love, which I welcome with open arms and and erect penis."

I laughed softly, something I've done more of in the past eighteen hours than in the previous seven years. "Well if you call me catness I'm gonna start calling you HornWulf, on account of your rather large 'horn'." I growled into his neck a little, taking a bit of his advice and trying to relax. It certainly did help my playfulness, and he growled back, kissing the top of my head softly. I made a note to keep track of how many times we kissed mouth to mouth, simply because it would make me happy and take my mind off things every now and then.

"Well I might just have to show you my 'horn' again just to make sure you remember how big it is." He drew his paws slowly down my back, gently combing his slightly dull canine claws through my black-cherry-colored fur, eliciting a small purr from me as my tail brushed against one of his legs. My stomach growled and I was reminded of the yawning pit that was hunger resting in my belly.

"Can we get something to eat first, please? My tummy's shouting 'FEED ME D:' to my brain right now. Emoticon included."

He chuckled again. "Sure. Would you like to get unstuck before or after food?"

"What if I like it here, and don't want to come off?" I asked him back, snickering.

"Well then we'd better reapply the adhesive whenever possible," his paws trailed lower and gripped my sore ass firmly with both paws, and I couldn't help but moan softly.

With that, he scooted to the edge of my bed and hefted me up with ease. I wrapped my arms around his neck to help him out a bit, and noticed once again how sturdy he felt.

He carried me out of my room and into the hallway, tiptoeing past Simi and Demi's room, even though neither of us really knew what time it was, other than it was morning-ish, and through another door at the end of the hallway. It led us into the 'laboratory', and from there the doors leading off from the lab somehow got us to the kitchen, which really looked like the back cooking room of a restaurant.

"Eating might be a little difficult like this." I managed. I was a little disoriented by being led around an unfamiliar compound while looking opposite the direction we were traveling. I tried my best to note the location. I made lots of notes nowadays, I realized, and guessed that it was because my life was changing drastically once again. It seemed right, after all I'd been using the same notes for the past seven years, and those notes were trained on the subject of survival, which clearly were not needed in the arms of someone like Wulf.

"Well I have a trick for that, as long as you don't mind a little heat," he told me. I shook my head. He nodded and put his paw where I was stuck to him, and I felt a slowly growing heat emanating from it. Somehow, with his heated-up paw, he got the cum unstuck from us both, though the faint smell of singed fur wafted through the air afterwards.

"That's very nifty," I told him, slightly amazed.

"It's useful too, when you're someone like me." He got that cocky grin again.

My stomach growled in protest to not being fed and I looked around for a refrigerator in the room, and, spying one embedded in the wall, darting towards it hungrily. I opened it with haste, and was greeted with a tiny breeze of cold air that made my whiskers twitch and my eyes sting a little. Inside was, of all things, a plastic-wrapped platter of cooked fish and roasted apples. Fapples. I gave Wulf an incredulous look.

"What? I told Simi to plastic-wrap them up and save them for you if we never came out to eat," he shrugged. He walked over and reached past me into the fridge to get a foil-covered circle out that I could only imagine was a meat-lover's pizza. He took it and peeled back the foil, the aluminum making its characteristic crinkling noise as he stripped what was, in fact, a meat-lover's pizza, of its shiny exoskeleton. I returned my gaze to the fridge, seizing the fapples by their saran-wrap-covered plate and whisking them away with speeded paws to what, if I had to guess, was a table. It was more like an island. Ah, details. The point is; cat hungry, cat take fapples, cat tear fapples open, cat eat fapples. Then cat has hot steamy shower with hunky wolf.

Wulf pawed me a fork that he procured from somewhere and I ogled at the meal for some time. The fist looked fairly seasoned, its slightly spicy aroma tickling my nostrils a little as I sniffed it, mixing with the delicately sweet smell of the roasted apples into a combo that, to my sense of taste, was astonishingly more real than any of my fantasies that previous night. I guess that's the point of fantasies, though.

I switched the fork from my right paw to my left, being left-pawed, and, before I transformed, left-handed. Wulf raised an eyebrow to the switch that I only half registered. Was a left-pawed fur so difficult to come by? Oh well.

I lowered the fork to the plate and chopped off a little piece of the fish, noticing that Wulf was still looking at me expectantly. I shifted uncomfortably where I was standing, fork jabbing into the bit of fish as I wasted no time, despite my unnerved state of mind. It got to my mouth and I had a little mind explosion over how tasty it was, just the right amount of what I guessed was a perfectly balanced mix of soy sauce, along with what might have been sesame seed oil, and even a bit of garlic. I turned and looked at Wulf while chewing, and my eyes must have had stars in them or something, cuz he chuckled to himself and moved his hand in a round-about motion, as if to tell me to continue. I turned back to the food, ready to take a bite of the apples.

I didn't bother with the fork this time, but I felt the need to use my right paw for something, and so I picked up a slice of the roasted apple and took a bite. It crunched deliciously in my mouth, the savory juices spilling over my feline tongue and mixing with the amazing aftertaste of the fish that I had just eaten. It tasted slightly of cider and caramel, spicily sweet and tangy, as if the fire it was cooked over had some sticks of cinnamon thrown into it before or during the cooking process, and possibly caramel, though that idea was a little farfetched. Who threw caramel into a fire? No one I knew, that was for sure. I felt two large, furry arms wrap around my waist and hold me gently.

"Do you like it?" Wulf whispered into my ear, soft as a leaf falling through the autumn air that was no doubt making people want to carve up pumpkins.

I was flabbergasted; I had absolutely no words to describe the delicate tastes that were doing a slow waltz inside of my mouth. It didn't seem like the tastes of soy, sesame seed oil, garlic, cinnamon, apple, fish, salt, and pepper would really go together, but they were balanced just right in a way that completely blew my mind to little itty bitty bits.

I just nodded, tilting my head back to nuzzle him, my tail making a happy loop before uncurling and wrapping itself loosely around his left leg. He chuckled and licked the top of my head affectionately. Was this what it was like to be loved- to have someone there? What does it feel like to love someone? Does it feel like your chest is about to burst when you see someone smile? Is there love in food you make for someone you care about; is there love in a simple touch, a meeting of eyes, a shared smile?

What could love possibly be, other than something given freely to another with asking only for itself in reciprocation?

I knew I loved fapples.

I knew I loved having a bed to sleep on and a room to live in.

I knew I loved feeling.

I knew I loved Wulf.