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Amazing Discovery

By

Charles E. Terrell jr

aka Nightmask

I hadn't realized what was happening at first when I came across what I had. After all, who expects to find a five and a half foot tall humanoid fox when they're walking through the woods behind their house!

My shock wore of quickly when I realized it had to be hurt from the way its fur was matted and filthy. When I walked closer and rolled it over to find out if it was still alive a was shocked to find out that it was female!

When she didn't react to my touch I decided to carry her down to my house and see what I could for her. It was tough going with her being so much taller and heavier than I am but I managed, although how I'll never know.

Once I got her into the house I carefully laid her out on the couch, not really worrying about getting it dirty. Once she was arranged comfortably I hurried to get something to clean her up. Once I had a washbasin filled with warm water I carried it back, set it down next to her and began to wash her off. It required several trips to refill the basin before I could remove most of the filth.

Once she was clean I dried her off carefully, especially around the cuts she had. With the majority of the dirt removed I set about cleaning up her wounds as best I could, taking care not to cause her any more pain. Once done I took care to cover her with a large towel.

She stirred only slightly during the cleanup and doctoring, barely noticing my efforts. Deciding she might need something to eat I heated up some soup for her, hoping the smell of it might help her to awaken.

Luckily I chose correctly for as soon as I brought the soup into the living room where she could smell it she began to stir, her nose sniffing at the air.

I sat there expectantly, wondering where such a wondrous creature could have come from, hoping that she could answer my question.

Her eyelids began to flutter slightly, then opened with a snap! She looked around with fear in her eyes and began to struggle upright.

"Calm down," I said soothingly while trying to restrain her, "your safe here." If not for her obvious exhaustion I would probably not have been able to restrain her at all.

"No! No! I won't go! I won't!" she tried to yell, but in her exhausted state it was too much for her.

Once she settled back onto the couch I sat back in my chair, moving carefully so as not to scare her.

"Don't worry, you're safe here. I won't let anyone have you." I said in my most reassuring tone of voice, trying my best to calm her fears.

"You...You...You mean you're not one of them."

"No I'm not. I found you up in the woods and brought you back to my house, cleaned you up, and fixed you something to eat if you're hungry."

"I have not eaten much in a long time."

"In that case let's save the questions for after your through eating."

It took a bit of work to feed her properly, since she had apparently never seen silverware before but we succeeded in the end. Once she had eaten all of the soup and appeared calm did I ask her any more questions.

"Are you feeling any better?" I asked, letting my concern show in my voice.

"Oh yes! Thank you!" Her voice was rich and throaty, the kind that sent shivers up and down a man's spine.

"Your welcome. Now, how about telling me your name and I'll tell you mine."

"I have no name." she replied, looking very sad.

"But everybody has a name!" I said, surprised at this reply.

"Those who made me gave me no name." She seemed to curl up inside herself as she said this.

"Well, in that case, how about I give you a name, okay?"

"But only people have names." She said, looking at me with such pain in her eyes.

"Not as far as I'm concerned. In fact, I think you deserve a real special name, something like Miranda."

"But I'm not worthy..." she began to say.

"Wrong! You're more worthy than somebody's pet dog or cat. Now, do you like Miranda or would you prefer another name?"

"Oh, It's a wonderful name! I would be happy to have you call me Miranda."

"Well, now that we've got that settled, you can call me Jason."

"Okay, Jason." She was hesitant when she said this, almost as if afraid to offend me in some way.

"Good. Now, why don't you just get some sleep so that you can recover from whatever happened to you and we can talk more when you wake up."

"Only if you stay in here with me."

Seeing how frightened she was I agreed, setting things up so that I could rest while she slept.

I was grateful that my parents were on vacation for the week so that they wouldn't prove too much of a hassle. It seemed so incredible that I could have found something that before I had believed I could only meet in my dreams.

As she lay there sleeping peacefully I felt glad to be of help to someone who appreciated it. I had grown tired long ago of the people who were quite glad of my help when they needed it but forgot all about it when I needed help.

I must have dozed off because when I woke it was after midnight, the house shrouded in darkness.

As I looked over at her sleeping form I felt a wave of tenderness flow through me, the idea that someone was depending on me giving me a feeling that I had never felt before.

She slept somewhat curled up, her claws reflexively extending and retracting. It appeared that she was in the throws of a bad dream. When I went to comfort her she awoke with a start, fear evident in her eyes before she recognized me.

"Oh, it was awful!" she said, grabbing me in a bone-crushing grip, her child-like need for security coming across like she was holding up a sign.

"There, there. It's okay. Your safe here."

It was a long time before she calmed down enough to talk, her grip relaxing enough to let me breath freely, not to mention remove her claws from my back.

"I was dreaming about where I was created," she began, "They were trying to get me to kill, and when I wouldn't do it they would punish me. Then they locked me up without food, caging me like any animal."

"You won't have to worry about anything like that around here Miranda." I was outraged that anyone could do such things to another living creature, particularly one who was self-aware like Miranda.

"Are you hungry again or would you like to sleep some more?"

"Could we clean me up all the way? My skin itches from the dirt in my fur."

"It's a bit late but if you want to then sure, just let me fill the tub with water."

"Thank you. Where may I use the bathroom?"

"I'll help you in there once I get the water running in the tub."

Once I got the water running and helped her into the bathroom I fixed myself a cup of tea to settle my nerves, since I knew I'd have to help her bathe and it wasn't something I was used to doing.

It took about ten minutes for the tub to fill up to where I felt it needed to be. It was a bit hotter than I liked but considering how dirty she still was it wouldn't hurt her too much, except probably in her cuts.

Miranda required lots of reassurance to get her into the tub, especially when the hot water stung some of the cuts on the pads of her feet.

Once she was fully immersed in the water she seemed to enjoy it more as the hot water soothed her aching body.

"This feels better than I thought it would, " she commented, looking pleasantly surprised.

"I'm glad it does. Now, just lay there and let me take care of everything."

With a sigh Miranda closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the water.

It was easy at first to clean her fur, since I started with her arms, gently scrubbing and rinsing them, making sure each section was clean before going on to the next. It got more difficult when I got to her chest, her full breasts sticking up out of the water. With a blush rapidly spreading across my face I began working on the fur on her chest.

As I carefully worked on her breasts her nipples began to stiffen from the unintended stimulation and another sigh escaped from Miranda. Hurrying on I finished the fur on her stomach and moved on to her legs, giving them the same attention I gave her arms.

It wasn't until I had finished with her legs that I found the nerve to clean around her thighs, embarrassment at being around her most intimate parts gripping me hard.

It was even more embarrassing when she began to react to the presence of my hands around her privates, pushing her hips upward slightly against my hands. Luckily for me it didn't take long to finish cleaning up where I was.

Now that I had finished her top I asked her to roll over so that I could get to her back and tail. Although it was obvious she hated being roused from her pleasant position she complied, rolling over so that her posterior rose out of the water, presenting a most interesting view.

Doing her back and tail went quickly, her pleasure due to the long awaited cleaning evident from the contented look on her face.

Now that the majority of the work cleaning her up was done I had her sit so that I could as a finishing touch shampoo the long head hair that she had.

By now I realized that it was kind of fun taking care of someone this way, although it also proved most embarrassing. Embarrassment that faded when I saw how happy she was.

Once I finished up the shampoo I started the tub draining and started up the water again so that I could give her a thorough rinsing, which would also help keep her warm until I could set things up so that I could dry her completely.

With the water at a comfortable temperature I set the water to come through the flexible waterjet head and finished her bath off with a complete rinsing of her fur, getting out anything left in it.

Now that she was clean I gathered up some large towels from the clothes closet and stretched them out on the floor in the living room near the couch where I could reach the wall outlet. Finally I got an extension cord and plugged it in, then I got the hair dryer and hooked it up.

Miranda was getting a bit chilly by this time as her wet fur dried so I got out another towel and began drying off some of the water, so that I could finish the job up easier later.

Escorting Miranda back into the living room I asked her to lay down on the towels so that I could finish drying her off. With a puzzled look she complied.

Since she probably hadn't seen one before I explained what the hair dryer was for and turned it on to show her it was harmless. When she saw that it was harmless she stretched out on the towels, trusting me.

Unfortunately I had forgotten a brush and had to go get one but the interruption went unnoticed by Miranda. I began by moving her head hair and tail out of the way so that I could take care of the main part of her first, since the drying fur would chill her badly, unlike her drying tail.

You could tell once things got going that Miranda was enjoying the feel of the combination of the hot air and the brush through her fur, arcing her back in response. As her fur dried under my careful ministrations you could hear the crackle of static electricity in her fur.

It took over half an hour before she was completely warm and dry, her contented form stretched out on the floor, fur sticking up from the static charge it carried, although a judicious use of water managed to bring her hair under control.

"How do you feel now, Miranda?"

"I feel wonderful," she said drowsily.

"I'm glad you feel that way. This is the first time I've ever done something like this before. Now that your cleaned up all the way, how about I help you to my bed, since it's more comfortable than sleeping on the floor or couch."

"But where will you sleep?"

"There's enough room for both of us, and this way you shouldn't feel so afraid. Maybe it'll prevent any more nightmares."

"Okay, Jason."

It took work to help Miranda to my bed, since she was a bit too relaxed to walk easily. Once I had her on the bed I removed most of the covers so that she wouldn't be overheated by them.

With Miranda situated I found myself in a bit of a quandary; I had never before slept with another, not even in the innocent way that was soon to happen. Then with a wild surge of chaos I did something I rarely do and broke from my restrained, inhibited self. I stripped down to my shorts and got into bed, giving Miranda a gentle caress as I lay down beside her.

Miranda let out a small sigh, her happiness evident in her contented smile. In no time she fell asleep, her deep relaxation and feeling of safety speeding her along. The last thing she did as she drifted off was pull me close to her, pressing herself firmly against my back.

I'd always liked the feel of fur, although I'd never liked the natural fur industry, and the feeling of her soft fur against my bare skin was almost electric. I felt as if a current was flowing through me, filling me with energy.

There was a scent about her as well, not just the faint foxy smell of her fox heritage but some undefinable something that brought a rush to my head, stirring my emotions like nothing ever had before.

As she drifted in the realm of dreams, comforted by my presence, I lay there enjoying the feelings she stirred within my lonely heart.

I found myself slipping my hand into hers so that I could more fully enjoy the feel of her. This served to generate a sigh from Miranda, who responded by sleepily hugging me even closer.

I don't know how long I lay there, luxuriating in the feelings I was experiencing, before I fell asleep. I couldn't help but wonder at the incredible twist of fate that had brought Miranda and me together. She had a personality that was perfectly in sync with what I had been searching for in a woman.

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I awoke wondering why I felt so hot, and had this weight on my chest. It took me a bit to realize it was because Miranda had ended up half covering me! Somehow while I slept I had gotten onto my back and Miranda had ended up on top.

I could feel the slow, easy rhythm of her breathing, her breath caressing my neck. She seemed so contented that I avoided awakening her at the moment, and instead began to softly stroke her back with my free hand.

Miranda responded by arching her back against my hand, coming awake slowly, enjoying my attentions. When she was fully awake she began licking my face. Although I was startled by this I didn't stop her, finding it strangely nice. Eventually I decided it was time to move on to other things and decided to start things off.

"Good morning Miranda," I said.

"Good morning Jason," she replied when she stopped.

"Did you have a good nights sleep?"

"Oh Yes! You were right. I slept much nicer than I have in a long time."

"Wonderful! Now that you've had a good nights sleep, are you ready for breakfast?"

"I'm starving!"

"Then let's see about getting up and getting some. How about you get up first since you're on top of me, and be careful with your claws."

"Okay."

It felt nice as she slid across me, although her fur was damp from where it had been against me for too long. She was a wonderful sight to look at once she was up, her unkemped fur not taking away from her appearance at all.

"Miranda, you look wonderful," I blurted out.

"Why, thank you," you could almost see her blush, "Uh, can I help you up?"

"Sure."

I found that I wasn't too concerned with my style of dress this morning, although I did take time to close the curtains in the kitchen so that no one who might come would see us.

For breakfast, since I lacked any real cooking skills, I found something in the canned goods section of our house. Once I had it ready it took work to get her to use the silverware, not to mention keep her from gobbling it down. When she was finished I took time to clean off her muzzle, which prompted her to lick off what I hadn't gotten around to cleaning off on myself. I realized that I was beginning to like it more and more. I also found it surprising that I was controlling the urges due to her presence as well as I was.

Looking at her, I realized that part of what drew me to her was the fact that she was female enough to interest me, yet not human enough to trigger my normal response to women. Normally, I didn't trust women because of all the trouble they had caused me over the years. Heck, they treated me like dirt.

When Miranda finished licking my face I led her back into the living room where I sat her down on the couch. Sitting down next to her, I was determined to find out more about her cruel past.

"Miranda, do you think that you can tell me more about your past?" I took her hand to give her a little more comfort.

"I, I don't know," Miranda's hesitance to reveal the horrors of her past was obvious and understandable, but I knew that she needed to get it out to help her better cope with it.

"It's okay to tell me. Whatever they've done to you, don't hold it in, it'll do you more harm than good. Let it out, I'm here for you." I took the time to let go of her hand and draw her into a comforting hug, letting her know that she could trust me.

"I guess it began when I first opened my eyes," she began slowly, "I remember these bright lights and seeing these funny things in white clothes. They asked me how I felt. I felt strange. I couldn't understand where I was or who I was. When they helped me off of the table I was on I found that I had trouble walking at first, but they told me it would pass."

"Were you frightened?"

"No. I didn't have any reason to fear them at first. They didn't smell threatening, only excited and curious.

"They led me out of the room down a corridor to a room that had some other people. I was frightened by them, they smelled dangerous, I could sense that they were a threat. They wore a uniform of some kind, and the way they looked at me," Miranda shuddered as she remembered, "I wanted to run but couldn't."

"What happened next?" I prodded her gently when she faltered.

"After they finished looking me over I was led back out to the room where they kept me from that point on, except when they were teaching me."

"What did they teach you?"

"At first they taught me history and math, but when they were done they started teaching me how to fight. First in self-defense but eventually to kill. When I balked at killing they started punishing me." She barely got out the last part when she broke down once again.

"There, there, it's all right. I'm here for you. Your safely away from them now and you have me to take care of you."

"I know, but it was just so terrible the way they treated me. They shocked me and starved me and other things."

"What do you mean, other things?"

"No! I can't tell! Please, don't ask me to remember any more!"

"It's okay," I said softly, holding her firmly," I won't ask you anymore about it, I'll wait until you feel your ready to tell me."

"Th-Thank you," she sobbed. "Just hold me!"

It was over an hour before she stopped sobbing and crying. My chest was covered by her tears, and my back was pretty punctured from her claws. It had taken incredible control to fight the pain, but my concern for Miranda overrode any effort to separate us before she had cried herself out.

Once she settled down Miranda noticed the smell of blood, which left her horrified. She had hurt the only person who had cared about her!

"Oh no!" she cried out, "I've hurt you! Please, forgive me!"

"Don't worry about it! I'll heal!"

"But I've hurt you! Your blood is on my claws!" she wailed.

"I'm okay!" I said as I stroked her hair. "You didn't mean to hurt me, and you needed to release at least some of your pain."

"But I hurt you," she repeated, unable to believe I could forgive her for hurting me.

"Shhhh, " I said, pulling her close once again, "It's no worse than the pain I feel in my knees at times, and at least this pain comes from helping someone in need."

"But why do you care so much!" she wailed, "I'm just an animal made to look somewhat human!"

"You aren't an animal!" I cried, shaking her, "Your human in all the ways that count. You think, you feel, you seek happiness at no one else's expense. An animal wouldn't care about hurting me. You are everything a man could want in a woman."

"Re-Really?" she sniffed.

"Really. Now dry your tears and help me get something on my back."

"Oh, I forgot about your back! Let me take care of it."

"You can find some salve and bandages in the bathroom closet."

"I can take care of it."

When Miranda came back a few minutes later I was surprised when I felt her licking my back!

"Miranda, what are you up to?"

"Be still. The people who created me found that my saliva was also a powerful antiseptic. Now let me finish."

It took her some time to fully clean up Jason' back, the taste of blood sickening her. The only reason she continued was because of her desire to make up for her hurting him so. Her own distaste was pushed aside by her concern for him.

When she finished I turned around and faced her, letting a smile play across my face. I motioned her silent and then reached out to stroke her cheek, enjoying the feel of her soft fur under my fingertips. As I ran my fingers along her muzzle she arched her head upward, her eyes closing, a smile teasing around her mouth.

"You know, Miranda," I said softly, "in my eyes you are the most beautiful person in the world."

"Do you really mean it?" she said, a shiver of delight passing through her.

"Yes. Over the years I've felt a lot of pain due to the rejections I've gotten, until I found inner peace. My heart is free and I can now see the beauty in others, allowing my love for such beauty to grow."

"You love me!?" Miranda's eyes opened wide in surprise at what she had heard.

"I've always had a week spot for beautiful women, Miranda, and with no blinders on my feelings I can tell that you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. Your inner beauty blazes up around me, illuminating the dark shadows within me."

Miranda sat there stunned, emotions spiraling through her. She had never expected to hear these words said about herself, never believed someone could care about her so much, particularly after so short a time together.

Impulsively she reached forward and enclosed Jason in a passionate embrace, taking care not to hurt his back further.

Going with my feelings I embraced Miranda as well, enjoying the feel of her fur against my chest and face. With a sigh I rested my head on her chest, enjoying the smell of her, drinking in her heady scent, feeling my pulse quicken. My whole body seemed to tingle as her closeness enhanced and strengthened my attraction to her.

As we sat there holding each other it seemed as if we could sense how each other was feeling. With our growing awareness of each others expanding love toward the other I decided to see how well a kiss would do so I withdrew just enough to draw her into one.

Surprised as she was she didn't jerk back or otherwise break contact, instead she went along with it. I found myself soaring as I experienced my first truly romantic kiss. It was like enjoying the sweetest of strawberries, the most luscious of grapes. I could hear a melody so wondrous it was beyond my ability to describe.

Puzzled at first Miranda soon found herself enjoying the kiss more and more as she picked up my own joy in the experience, until finally we were locked in a moment of almost indescribable joy, as the feedback between us caused the feelings to grow larger and larger.

It's hard to say how long we were locked into that moment, so lost were we in it, but eventually we broke the embrace, needing a moments thought before we could continue, if that was what she wished to do.

"Miranda, do you want to continue?" I asked, afraid after all this that I would be rejected once again.

"Oh Jason! That was so wonderful! And there's more?! Oh please, show me all there is to know! I want no one but you to show me!" It was impossible for anyone to miss just how much she loved me.

In no time I was caressing her, running my hands down her sides, enjoying the stimulating softness of her fur.

Leaning forward, Miranda began licking my face, the feel of her tongue on my face and lips proving more stimulating than I would have thought possible.

Sliding off of the couch, I did what I hadn't thought I could do before. I reached out, picked her up, and carried her to my bed, enraptured by the feel of her breasts against my chest and face.

Once I had her laid out on the bed I rolled her over on her back and began to massage her as I had earlier. Working down from her neck I carefully kneaded the muscles in her back, knowing I was doing a good job from the way she sighed. This time I avoided nothing, giving her all that I could give. It was wonderful to feel the fine muscles she had hidden under her fur.

She became more excited as I played around her buttocks, lightly touching the lips of her pussy, sending little waves of pleasure through her.

When her squirming grew more agitated due to my attentions I rolled her over and kissed her once again, enjoying the taste of her.

Miranda wanted to do more for Jason but couldn't gather up the motivation, distracted by the wonderful feelings he was bringing out in her. Reaching out she began running her hands across his chest, taking pleasure from the contact with her lover.

She gasped in surprise as I began to kiss and suck on her breasts, stimulating her sensitive nipples, surprising her with her own sensitivity to such attentions. In was unbelievable how hard and pointy her nipples became, poking up nearly half an inch above her breasts.

Once she was this stimulated I moved on to the final event. Reaching down I began to play more earnestly with her pussy, carefully massaging her clitoris until she began to buck against my hand, demanding more.

"Miranda, what comes next may hurt some at first," I said, wanting her to be fully informed, "do you want to go on?"

"I trust you. I know you wouldn't do anything to harm me. Please, keep going!"

"Get ready. I'll try to be as careful as I can."

I got the rest of the way on the bed, after stripping off what little I had left on. Maneuvering myself over her, I let myself come to rest just outside her pussy. Reaching down with one hand I carefully spread her lips to make it easier to enter her.

It was slow going, new to this as we both were. She gasped as I slid into her, until I came to rest against her maidenhood. Having no choice, I warned her of what was to come and then I thrust forward with all I had, breaking through with a sharp burst. Once I was all the way in I rested a bit, to give her time to adjust. Plus I needed to get the ringing out of my ears from the sharp yelp of pain she released. Luckily for me she kept from breaking my back as she clenched me to her when the pain hit.

It wasn't long before she let me know that she was ready for more. With slow and steady strokes at first, I made love to her as gently as I could, knowing she would be tender for awhile.

The stimulation she felt began to increase her passions once again, her breathing becoming more and more labored, until she began to thrust her hips up, the need for release building within her.

I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer either so I increased my pace, driving into her with more and more strength, using my hands to massage her breasts.

It wasn't much longer before she climaxed, the sounds of her release filling the house with her joy. Her shuddering climax pushed me over the edge, bringing me to the peak of pleasure as I came, filling her with my seed, as she milked me for all that I had.

It was several minutes before we wound down, collapsing onto the bed in a sweaty heap. It was wonderful to lay there basking in the afterglow of our most incredible journey into discovery. Since Miranda didn't want to let me go I didn't press the point; after all, it felt nice there in her arms, still lodged within her, the powerful musky smell of her filling the air and tantalizing my senses.

"I love you Jason." Miranda said, once she regained her senses. Her voice sounded huskier from their lovemaking.

"There is no one I want to love more than you, Miranda." I replied before kissing her gently.