{"sf1_id":3266,"sf2_id":"GnDj666e","title":"Rescue","author":"Neiko","words":3469,"posted_at":"2004-08-15T05:31:00.000Z","tags":["Human","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/3266-rescue","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDj666e","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=3266\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of The Prisoner","content":"\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \nWARNING - This chapter contains mild references to homosexuality and  \nlove between a sentient, intelligent wolf and a human, as well as a  \nbrief, explicit description of the male anatomy of said wolf. Any  \nwho would be insulted by this, or any children under 18 years of age  \n(or 21 in certain areas) should NOT read this story, and by reading  \npast this point, you afirm that you are legally mature and able to  \nhandle the subjects mentioned above. Also, the writer is not  \nresponsible for any problems which arise by not complying with this  \nwarning. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy.  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \nChapter 1 - Rescue  \n  \n  \nAs I step through the darkness, I wonder if the rumors are  \ntrue... is he here? Have the imperials really captured a wolf-man?  \nI call him a wolf-man, but truly, he is neither wolf, nor man.  \nAn evolved race of the wolves, highly intelligent, though their  \nincredible mind is not as focused as the humans, who have managed to  \ndiscard their feral, wild side and completely embrace technology. This  \n'wolf-man', or Mazuku, as the human race refers to them, stands near  \ntwo feet taller than most normal humans, and that's at their shortest.  \nThe race is known for it's speed and strength, and with an intelligence  \nas intense as the humans and instincts of their long dead brethren,  \nthey have truly become a powerful force in the world.  \nOr they would have. Humans hunted them down, killed each and  \nevery one they found, made sure that there would be no threats of  \nhostility from these new, sentient beings. Even so, stopping nature is  \nimpossible, and a few of them did manage to escape the hunters and  \nassassins. Soon after, the humans forgot about their fellow beings,  \nand for near a century, they were believed extinct. Until now, that  \nis. The humans feel threatened still, by a race of only a hundred at  \nbest... and so again, the hunts begin. This is one of the first  \ncaught... and I pray I am not too late to save him.  \nAs I wander through the cavernous darkness, my blood chills...  \nanother scream of agony rings through the damp, unbending eeriness.  \nHow one could survive down here and remain sane is beyond me... though  \nI suppose most who are here are not entirely sane. I hear footsteps...  \na guard, close-by, too, I must flee! I make my escape into a small  \nsewer grate just in time to avoid being spotted by the human guardsman.  \nWith all the other screaming and noise, he would hardly notice metal  \nscraping on metal, certainly not beyond the other prisoners scraping  \nmetal filings against iron bars. This place was a nightmare I soon  \nfound myself cursing. That anyone could treat others with such  \ncruelty...  \nThere, he went around the corner. Time to continue my search.  \nAs I open the grate, I hear a growling... a guard dog? No, not that,  \ndeeper... wild... this is it! The 'wolf-man', the Mazuku!  \nI follow the sounds to an iron door identical to the others.  \nAs I gaze through the iron bars on the door, I see him sitting up  \nagainst the wall, completely nude, the pure moonlight shining in  \nthrough his tiny window. I suppose the prisoners here aren't allowed  \nthe luxury of clothing. Of course, he seemed unaffected by his lack of  \nclothing, perhaps modesty is non-existant in his culture? As I watch  \nhim, I notice something else... his maleness... somehow, through all  \nthis, it stands rock hard, and I swear I can see it pulse under the  \npale glow of the moonlight. I swallow hard, and adjust the front of my  \npants. My eyes widen as the Mazuku spreads his legs, giving me an even  \nbetter view of him, with the moonlight glistening off his slick  \nwolfhood. Oh how I would love to.... no, that would have to wait. I  \nhad to get him out first. I take out a small device from my pocket, it  \nautomatically analyzes the keypad mechanism by his door, and I hear a  \nloud click as it unlocks.  \nI cover my ears as a loud, blaring noise assaults my senses...  \nsirens?! No, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. I take out a  \nhand-blaster, and aim it directly at the wolf-man, but he doesn't even  \nflinch. In fact, I think I see his eyes thanking me. In one shot,  \nit's all over. The shackles fall from his wrists, another shot, and  \nthe ones around his ankles fair no better. I rush over and take him  \nonto my back, no easy feat, and make a hasty retreat from the room,  \nclosing the door behind me. No need to be too obvious. Afterward I  \nopen the sewer grate, lower him inside, and climb down myself. The  \nsewers here are cramped and putrid, but they lead all the way out of  \nthe complex, and are my only escape. Knowing the security here will  \nalso realize this, I encourage my wolven escapee onward, and he moves  \nwith a speed I'd not imagined. He holds back for me, though I'd rather  \nhim rush out of here and allow me to be captured in his place.  \nFrom what I see of him now... his nude, scarred rear end and a  \ntail that is motionless and hung low... he must have nearly lost hope  \nin there. The many scars on his body tell only a brief story of the  \nhours of torture he must have faced, though I'm sure a few are  \nbattle-scars as well. He is a beautiful creature, in all regards,  \nthough, as I follow after his nude behind, I remember that we must  \nhurry. Pulling together all my strength, I rush forward, and he takes  \nthe hint to move at his fastest. There is a light at the end of the  \npipe. Finally! The end to his suffering is at hand. And as his head  \npokes from the end of the sewer pipe, he stops, and growls. Motioning  \nme forward, I crawl, very cramped, beside him... but then, it was  \npleasantly cramped... he had a distinct smell to him, but it was not  \nfoul as the scent of man seems to be. It was musky, and even though  \nhis fur had become quite filthy during his imprisonment, it still held  \na softness to it that amazed my hands. A quick nudge on the nose  \nbreaks my reverie, and I look to see him looking back at me. I really  \nmust try to stay focused. Looking out of the sewer pipe, I frown. A  \ncliff? Had I taken him the wrong way? Damn, if we try to go back,  \nwe'll certainly be caught.  \nJust as I begin cooking up a second plan for our escape, I hear  \na loud echo from further down the pipe... it has the distinct sound of  \nwater... rushing water, in fact. He slides from the pipe and clings to  \nthe rock wall beside it, but as I try to follow, I'm pushed with great  \nforce from the pipe. Water is rushing all around me... but even now,  \nit seems to stand still... as the ocean waters below race up to meet my  \nface.  \nAnd all goes black.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I awake upon a sandy beach... covered in sand, and feeling  \nsomething wrapped a little too tightly around my arm. Looking at the  \nsource of the discomfort, I discover a long, thin piece of sea-weed,  \nwrapped around most of my upper arm. Reaching my other hand over to  \ntouch it, I wince in pain at just a slight brush of my hand. What  \nhappened to me?  \nThen I remember... the sewer pipe, the rushing water, and the  \nworld flying up at me... no, myself, falling toward the ocean waves.  \nA rustling behind me breaks my concentration, and I jump to my  \nfeet and spin around, readying my hand-blaster to take out whatever it  \nis. But before I get a chance to see, my vision clouds over, and  \nthough I feel myself falling to the side, I never feel the ground  \nimpact me.  \n  \nWhen I next awake, I have a splitting headache, and a desperate  \ncraving for food. I sit up, much more slowly than before, and hear a  \ndeep, almost bestial voice behind me call out, \"Ah, I see you're awake.  \nThere are some fruits I found in the jungle just this morning beside  \nyou, be sure to eat your fill.\" I turn around quickly again, seeing  \nthe very wolf-man... no, Mazuku... that I rescued before, tieing  \ntogether a few large leaves to form a make-shift sachel. Sadly, my  \nsurprise again took the best of me, and I felt my head become light, my  \nvision cloudy. Before my eyes close, I see him rushing to my side, the  \nsachel of leaves dropped and scattered where they had been.  \nI never truly go unconscious this time... I know because I  \nstill hear his voice, comforting me, helping me rest, helping me regain  \nstrength. My eyes slowly open, and I finally feel my surroundings  \nagain, including the warm fur under my neck. I look up, and see him to  \nmy left, feeling his right arm under my head, holding it up slightly as  \nhe dabs lightly at my forehead with a warm cloth... which seems to be  \nthe same colour of dark green as my shirt was. I look down, only now  \nnoticing that my dark green shirt and brown trousers have been removed,  \nleaving only a white pair of shorts on my body. I blush fiercely, and  \nhear him chuckle above me, something I didn't expect from a being so  \nclosely resembling a wolf.  \n\"Ah, so you have life in you yet.\" He says. \"I was worried I  \nwould have to carry you all the way to my people's land.\"  \nThat sparks my interest. His people's... land? He's going to  \ntake me to where he resides? I try to sit up, but feel a gentle  \npressure on my chest, something contained of strength, yet with the  \nsoftness of clouds behind it. \"Do not move, I can't have you going out  \nagain.\"  \nLooking up at his face, I nod my dissent, and he sets me back  \ndown, as I notice my clothing is bundled up under my feet to keep them  \nelevated. I open my mouth to speak, but find only that I haven't the  \nstrength to muster up a single sound. He can't help but notice, still  \nbeing only inches from me.  \nHe looks at me, and appears troubled. I can't tell from his  \nface, it doesn't move. His eyes give all his emotions away. \"Still  \nweak, I see... are all of your race this frail?\"  \nI look up at him, and my eyes give him my answer.  \nHe nods, \"I see. Well, don't move for a while. You've been in  \nand out for nearly two days now.\"  \nIt wasn't surprising, that I'd been out so long. It was a long  \nfall, from what I remember of it. I try my best to speak just one  \nword, wanting to express my gratitude, as well as happiness, that he is  \nalright, but all that comes out is \"w.... wwaaaat.... wateerrr....\"  \nHe smiles, or at least, I think that's what it is. His lips  \nmove little, but his eyes seem almost over-joyed. \"Ah, water, was it?  \nYou're lucky, I found a stream near here earlier today, filled your  \ncanteen with some of it's clear water. Go ahead, drink to your heart's  \ncontent.\"  \nI do so... well, almost. He still has to hold the canteen to  \nmy lips as I drink, and I feel some of it spilling from my lips, down  \naround my cheeks and neck, only a few drops, though, as my greedy mouth almost attacks the source of the clean, cool liquid... at least, with  \nwhat strength I still have.  \n\"That'll do for now, you need to go easy.\" He remarks, and  \ntakes the canteen away from my lips. I resist only slightly, as I  \nrealize he's right.  \nFinally, some color returns to my face, and he again seems to  \nsmile at me, \"By the Gods, you seem better. All you needed was some  \nwater.\"  \nI smile back at him, and clear my throat. It feels like it had  \nbeen scraped raw by the ocean water, but now that some fresh water had  \nbeen introduced, it was much more managable. Finally having it in me  \nto speak, I look up at him again, and feel the words pulled from my  \ntongue even as they are ready to be said.  \nHe's gorgeous... even more than I'd originally imagined. His  \nfur is a light grey, turning lighter around his belly, which I see only  \na small glimpse of from my position laying on the ground. He's still  \njust as naked as when I'd saved him, that much I know, and I can see  \nhis tail flopping up, only to slump back to the ground. His entire  \nphysique is just... marvelous. How such a creature can be hated and  \nhunted is beyond me.  \nAll the while, I stare at him, and I barely even notice him  \nstaring back.  \n\"Yes?\" He asks.  \nSuddenly brought out of my hypnosis, I blush crimson and let  \nout a soft laugh, \"N.. noth..ing..\" It's too bad my voice isn't  \nrecovered in full yet.  \n\"You will still need rest if we are to travel. Stay here.\"  \nWith that, the Mazuku stands up, and walks away, giving me just one  \nmore look at his crotch. I can barely even believe such thoughts are  \nstill on my mind, but I swear, as his furry sheath becomes engraved on  \nmy mind, I begin to feel better already. Still, I take his advice, and  \njust go to sleep. I need my rest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I awake that night, to see a small fire crackling benignly a  \nshort distance away. In the light of the fire I see the Mazuku, the  \ndancing flames playing off each strand of his fur like a beautiful  \nfield of flowers and grasses blowing in the wind. He appears to be  \ncooking something, I can see a make-shift shish-kabob in his hand... or  \npaw, as it seems. What the skewer is made of, I am not sure. I can't  \nsee how he found anything but wood out here in this jungle-like  \nsetting... but he may well be more resourceful in the wild than us of  \nthe human race.  \nHe hasn't seen my wakenness yet, or simply has not responded,  \nbut I decide to make my presence known, by standing up, and walking  \ntoward the fire. He seems shocked that I'm standing, and rushes up,  \ndropping his cooking food on the ground near-by to come to my aid. I  \ntry to evade him, but he is determined and I simply submit. He sets me  \ndown on the ground, and sits right next to me, taking up his dropped  \nkabob and continuing to let it roast over the fire.  \n\"So, how has your recovery been coming? I see you are more  \nenergetic now.\" I can't decide whether he means that I was walking, or  \nthat I now have an ever increasing erection from being this close to  \nhim.  \n\"I... I'm doing... b-better.\" I still sound so weak, I'm  \nafraid to talk, lest I embarass myself further.  \n\"I see. And what of your arm?\"  \nI look at the seaweed wrapping around my left arm... it still  \nseems to sting badly, and each time I try to touch it, I get the  \ndistinct impression I should not.  \n\"It does appear better than it was before, but you should not  \nmove it much. It was cut open and bleeding badly after a rock grazed  \nyou after your fall. You were lucky, that it was only your arm which  \ngot injured so.\"  \nI nod, and look at him a moment, wanting to tell him everything  \nin my mind, yet unable. I strain myself to speak. \"I... I w...\"  \n\"Please, do not strain yourself. As your speech is still not  \nyet well, you should rest your voice. I have a bit to say.\" He pauses  \na moment, and brings the kabob away from the fire, I assume to let it  \ncool before he eats. \"I would have liked to know why a human rescued  \nme from the depths of that infinite hell, when it was humans who put me  \nthere in the first place.\" He glances at me a moment, then back to his  \nfood. \"Please, do not answer. The ways of humans has always seemed  \nodd to us.\" Again, he mentions that there are more of him... how many  \nmore, I wonder? But by now, I've missed part of his story in my  \nthinking... \"...ainst nature, rather than coincide with it. But I  \nsuppose that was simply the route your race took, as mine decided to  \nstay with the trees and the earth. Deer?\"  \nI blink, confusion settling upon my mind. Did he just call me  \ndear? \"I..\"  \n\"Would you like some deer? I hunted while you were asleep.\"  \nI look at his hand... paw... whatever, offering me the piece of  \nbone he'd been cooking with. That explains it. \"Th... Than... Tha...\"  \n\"It is alright, do not strain yourself. Go on, eat.\" As I  \neat, he continues his story. \"Now, as I was saying, I find the human  \nrace beyond my comprehension. They fear us, though we have never done  \nthem wrong, and they fear and dispise nature, as though IT defies them.  \nTruly, it is they who defy it. Know, human, I mean you no ill will  \nwhen I say this. You are as much a member of my family tribe as my  \ndear brother, as I am humbled by your rescue. Truly, no simple human  \nwould risk his own life to rescue one of my kind.\"  \nAs I listen to his thoughts and feelings, I begin to wonder  \nabout the way things are going. Surely, he's noticed by now that I  \nhave found some kind of attraction in him. The way his body looks to  \nme, I can't understand it, but I've fallen for him. Surely, his kind  \nwould never agree, nor would mine... how could I let this happen? I  \nwill simply have to put it out of my mind. I feel a slight jostle to  \nmy side, followed by another, then I feel I'm being shaken near  \nviolently. I blink once, and look to my side, to see the Mazuku  \nholding my shoulders, and shaking me this way and that. As soon as he  \nsees my eyes looking at his, he stops, and again, his eyes seem to  \nflash me a smile.  \n\"Ah, I thought you'd left me or something. You must learn to  \nkeep your concentration, you seem to have a lot of problems with that.\"  \nJust thinking about what he means by that makes me blush bright  \ncrimson, and as I feel his paw brush over my face, I jump up in  \nsurprise, though my body quickly disagrees, and I slump back down.  \n\"Oh, are you alright? Are you hurt? I had not realized that a  \nhuman's face was so sensitive.\" His innocence seems to be much more  \nthat I'd originally thought, though in many ways he's far more mature  \nthan any other person I know.  \n\"No... I-I'm... fine.\" He smiles as I assure him of my  \nwell-being, picking me up in his arms and setting me back down by the  \nfire.  \n\"Now, you need your rest, and I need mine. In the morning, we  \nshould begin our travel, I am sure it is not long before we are  \ndiscovered, if we stay here.\" What he speaks is probably true. The  \nhumans who captured him would do anything to get him back, even  \njourneying out to this place, where ever it is.  \n\"I...\" I begin, trying to thank him for all his help, wishing I  \ncould ask him to sleep by my side.  \n\"Please, rest yourself. I will still be here come morning, you  \nmay tell me then.\" Not entirely true, but I have to live with it. I  \njust close my eyes, and within seconds I feel nothing, and see only  \ndreams... one particular dream of a certain Mazuku...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \ncopyright 2002 - Neiko Mitaki  \nFeel free to e-mail me with any comments you might have, I  \nwould love to hear from anyone at all. Send comments to  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Again, comments and criticisms are graciously  \naccepted. Flames will be ignored.  \nWell, for now I'm looking for feedback on this particular story,  \nas well as just trying to post it somewhere it will actually be seen.  \nThis is by no means the whole story, but without proper feedback, I  \ncan't really be certain if I'll continue it or not. That's all for  \nnow, and just realize, later parts of the story actually contain yiff.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Prisoner","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/3310-sanctuary.json"}}