FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Off in their separate worlds, they sat awkwardly in camp, both lost on thought. Embarrassed and ashamed of herself she flattened her ears to her skull and pressed her paws more firmly into the space between her crossed legs. She hadn't seen Lila in a long while and she hadn't intended on it either. Lila was outgoing where Micha was conservative and naughty where Cassie was innocent. But they were all her. She could blame none but herself for not taking into account that her heat was coming up. For not realizing that Lila would pounce on the first attractive male nearby, or in this case, the only male nearby. She couldn't even bring herself to be indignant about him calling her Mitch. She sighed and curled up to avoid looking at him. She felt as if she had defiled him. She had accosted his person and attempted to take advantage of him. She bit her lower lip in shame. Her ears pressed flat into her skull as she tried to disappear into her tail as hot tears pricked her eyes.

But even as she drifted into a fitful, cramped sleep Jason looked her over and sighed. He couldn't let all the blame rest on Micha. He'd been ten seconds away from having her on all fours and begging for more. Micha had come to save him, and he felt better about that than any middle-of-the-woods fornication ever would for him. He let the silence fill the cooling air around them and considered Lila. She was certainly a character, he mused. He couldn't help but think of them all separately. Cassie was a kit, playful and trusting. Micha was a fullbodied woman with enough bitterness and venom to shoot a hawk from the sky. Sassy and quick. Lila was all sexuality. Rounded curves and eyes that even the memory of them had him throbbing. Lila was...a succubus he thought drily. And would probably be his end, but he found he felt bad for Micha, who knew what had occurred. The embarrassment wasn't hers to bear. It was nearly dawn again, but instead of heading out to find water as he normally would, he quietly slipped his cloak upon the ground beside Micha, and stretched out beside her. His arm found its way around her slender middle, while his face buried in her tail, enjoying the scent of the vixen, heady and thick.

Micha woke groggily and in pain, but warm and comfortable despite it. Her curly hair mussed and one eye half open she popped her head from her tail and found herself bombarded by Jason's scent. A bit wild eyed, she took in her surroundings. Instead of his usual absence for water, she found him curled against her, one strong arm around her waist, his face cradled on her tail like a pillow. An incredulous look came over her face for a moment before she decided she didn't care. Her cramps were more bothersome than her tail being reduced to pillow duty. She whimpered and curled in on herself as another one tore through her. It was her body's way of telling her to get a mate. It was too bad her mind didn't want one. She licked Jason's face to wake him and nuzzled his cheek. It was high time they got water, and then got moving. Movement would surely help keep her cramps under control.

He had gotten substantially good rest when snuggled up against the vixen and yawned into his fist. He simply nodded, and rose a bit unsteadily, eyes fuzzy. He shook it off as nothing, and clipped his scabbard to his belt and gathered up what remained of their food. Their supplies were in a sorry state and he frowned at the light food sack. One piece of travel bread, only half a strip of meat. Only for emergencies, now, he tucked it into a pocket and started off.

The day passed uneventfully, and the boy said nothing to her, figuring she would appreciate the silence. He hadn't any idea what he'd say to her in the event that she wanted to talk either way. Days passed in the same tense silence before he could take no more of it. Even an ex-soldier needed companionship and her silence was driving him mad.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking up into the star-lit sky one night. He lay near her, watching her carefully before looking up again. He almost didn't want to know how she'd react. "It wasn't just you. I wanted to more than I've ever... I figured it would have just been another thing for you to tack onto your list of things to hate me for..." he trailed off a moment. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of, it was me that should be ashamed... I'm sorry." he picked up his cloak and left her alone for that night, picking a tree a good distance away to wait out the darkness, only moving again when the sun was nearly up. He knew he was avoiding her now, but couldn't bring himself to face her after his admission. He needed to clear his head. He needed to hunt.