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Storm Tossed

By SaberGatomon

Bands of dark storm clouds, pregnant with rain, blocked the sun, giving the appearance of a premature twilight. Periodically, lightening would arc within the clouds, showing the nearer thunderheads in sharp relief. The cold spattering of rain was a promise of the storm to come. The winds had already begun to increase as the hurricane began to make itself felt along the Louisiana coastline.

The powerful storm had been downgraded from a category 3 to a 2 but after the experiences of Katrina, many of the residents had quickly evacuated their homes after boarding their windows and doors. All businesses were closed and boarded up in hopes of that the storm's damage would be minimal, though most held no illusions of the chances of that.

The fur that trotted through the threatening weather held little hope for herself as well. Being a large skunktaur, she couldn't fit in most vehicles. A large step van or pick-up truck could carry her, but any car was out of the question. Her van, customized for a taur to drive, had broken down several miles down the road and, it would seem, she was one of the last ones out. She glanced at the clouds overhead as the rain began to lash at her with the driving wind.

A piece of tin roofing whipped through the air, as fifty to sixty mile per hour gusts carried it along, bowled her over. Luckily, if you could call it that, she was hit broadside with tin sheeting, not the edge, which would easily have cut her in two. Bruised and battered, she climbed back to her feet. Her left flank was abraded and bleeding, she needed to get that bandaged.... She NEEDED to get out of this weather. Tears of defeat began to run through her already soaked facial fur. She was going to die here, despite the fact that she, with her four feet, could run thirty miles per hour for hours at a time. It wasn't that the wind was blowing; it's what the wind was blowing!

Suddenly from the gloom of the storm, a light flashed and she heard the sound of an engine. She looked back down the road and saw nothing. The light flashed again, but now she had located the source. A large sailboat was coming down the bayou that ran down the side of the road. Seventy to eighty feet long, with a small amount of damage from the storm already, the light flashing left to right as it navigated the swollen bayou.

She trotted down to a trawler's wooden dock, the trawler's boat having long been moved to safer harbor, and began yelling and waving to get the boat's attention. The light soon spotted her and bathed her in its welcoming glow, as the boat slowed and veered to the dock. She noticed the name of the boat on the bow, "Master's Dream." The fur at the wheel was a huge equine, his foul-weather gear making him look even larger. He tossed her a deck line as he reversed the motor to bring the vessel to a stop, before throwing the clutch in neutral.

Catching the line, she made it fast to an adjacent piling.

"Come aboard!" he shouted over the wind.

"Thank you, I was beginning to lose hope of a rescue." She said as she hopped aboard the deck, treated with a non-skid coating to prevent slipping.

"No problem. Let's get you out of the rain and dry, shall we?" He said as he turned and lead her to the entrance to the cabin. "You'll find towels in the head on the right as you go in. Have a seat in the galley and I'll be right with you after I secure the bow."

As she made her way to the dry galley, he went forward on the boat and tied the bow to another piling. The rain and wind had started to slack off now that the worst of the band had passed by. But all too soon another band would come through getting stronger as the storm neared.

As he ducked to enter the galley, he noticed a bloodstain where she had brushed against the cabin. 'She's injured.' He thought to himself, entering the galley, reaching to the right to grab his first-aid kit out of the cabinet in the head.

"Here," he said as he adjusted the table to turn it to a bed, "Lay here and make yourself comfortable. I'm sure you're exhausted and I've got my first-aid kit to fix you up. Oh, the name's John Twohoofs."

"Thank you, Mr. Twohoofs. I'm Dorothy Knotway, but they call me Dee." She said wincing as began to clean her wound before bandaging it.

"Oh, call me Johnny, everyone else does. Hummmm, a girl named Dorothy, caught in a storm? Am I in Oz yet?"

"Oh Ha ha." She said sarcastically, "If I wasn't so busy bleeding to death, I might be tempted to trample you." She joked as he bandaged her left flank.

"Well now, you were never in danger of bleeding to death, but you might have been fatally injured if you hadn't gotten out of that storm. But we still need to get out of here. Is there a safe port around here, where I can tie up till this blows over?"

"Yes," She said as she flexed her left rear leg to test the bandage, "There's a transient boat dock several miles inshore in Houma, sheltered by two over-passes. Bridges should be open for emergency boat traffic."

"Great. I'll get us under way and you can rest here." He said as he got several blankets to help warm her after her cold drenching.

As she began to warm up, even though she worried about falling asleep around a strange male, exhaustion overcame her and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

_ _

Hours later

Johnny tied the boat to the dock. It would be useless to hook up to any facilities as power was out all over. He came down into the galley, seeing Dorothy sleeping soundly, he threw some ice in a glass and reaching into the cabinet above, pulled out a bottle of Hennessy Brandy and poured himself a generous glass of the smoky liquor. He sat back, sipping the brandy, feeling its warmth penetrating from the inside out. He looked over his new companion. She was a beautiful female skunktaur. She hadn't stripped off her wet t-shirt or the wet bra. He reached over and touched her shoulder to wake her.

"Oh, hey Johnny. Do you need help on deck?" she asked getting up.

"Nope. All taken care of. I just thought that you'd like it better in the bedroom than in the galley."

"I doubt if you have a bed big enough for me. I mean, look at me!" she said indicating her huge taur frame. At six foot five inches tall, ten feet long and seven hundred pounds, she generally towered over most males.

But Johnny wasn't most males. He was a bear of a male, despite the fact that he was equine. He was a hair under seven feet tall with broad shoulders and huge biceps. His lean waist, tight abs and powerful thighs were easy to see, as he sat there sipping his brandy, his clothes still wet. His cerulean eyes danced with laughter, his dark grey fur and black headfur and tail contrasted with his white t-shirt and pale gray Bermuda shorts.

"Look at me." He said, indicating his own huge frame. "Besides, my bed will fit two of ME. So it won't have a problem with just one of you."

"But.... I couldn't take your bed!"

"You can and you will!" He assured. "What kind of rescuer, not to mention host, would I be if I left you to sleep in the galley, when there's a comfortable bed for such a beautiful femme to sleep on instead."

Dorothy blushed at his description of her. "I'm not beautiful." She said humbly. "I'm just a big four foot. Nothing special." she turned away embarrassed.

Johnny reached out and took her paw. "Surely you don't believe that! I've been around the world in this ship and never have I seen a more exotic femme! While I am partial to skunks, I find you extremely sexy. Now... no more of this kind of talk, drink some of this brandy and get to bed. It'll warm you and help you sleep." He said handing her the rest of his brandy. She drank the brandy and smiled as she felt the warmth penetrating her insides.

She looked at him again and seeing he was serious about it, she went to the Master's bunk. If she was expecting a Spartan bedroom, she was surprised by the luxurious bedroom she entered. While it did have a masculine feel to the room, the room had nothing but the best. The sheets were Egyptian cotton; the quilt that covered the bed was never bought at any store and had to be handmade. The bed itself was likely hewn from teak and the clear polyurethane brought out the beauty of the hardwood's grain. Its four posts were thick with the headboard post being four feet tall while the footboard only stood up about a foot over the mattress. The mattress was so fluffy and soft, that it could only come from China. The goose femmes there, were known to sell their own down to make custom mattresses, and these brought a high price.

What kind of male was Johnny Twohoofs, that had a ship such as this, with this kind of luxury, yet he seemed such a simple male. 'Maybe I'll get a chance to find out.' She thought as she removed her damp t-shirt, climbed into bed and closed her eyes.

Later

She stood on the dock, Johnny in front of her. He took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. Dee felt as though the strength left her legs as his tongue entered her mouth. She returned the kiss with equal ferocity. Her hands went to his shirt, unbuttoning it and casting it to the side. She could feel the lump of his maleness begin to form. She was breathing in ragged gasps of wanting.

Johnny slowly and sensuously removed the shirt from her shoulders. Once stripped down to her bra he began to gently massage her breast. Then once again, he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her like a long lost love, touching every sensitive spot in her mouth. Suddenly, her bra was gone and she stood before him totally naked. He took her breast into his mouth and began to suckle and nibble on her nipples. She gasped as a feeling, akin to electricity, ran through her body. He laid her on her back, her dripping sex now exposed to him. Now that huge tongue, that kissed her so sensuously, began to slowly penetrate the folds of her sex. She wanted it to last, but couldn't wait for it to end. Her orgasm was slowly building, wave after wave of pleasure, washing over her, taking her breath away. She felt as though this wasn't going to be just an orgasm, it was going to be a sexual explosion! Then without notice.... She was there! Her body spasmed as the flood of her orgasm washed over her body and left her breathless.

She rolled to her belly, the bulge of his maleness was in her face, the perfect height for her. She hurriedly stripped him of his pants. His erect penis was out of its sheath, bouncing rapidly with the beat of his heart. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, then slowly moved her tongue around the head as she gently massaged and milked his balls. She closed he eyes as she slowly let his member slide down her throat. His nuts pulsed as she increased the pace of her blow job. She felt them as they gathered up, she'd pull them back down, gently milking them again, feeling the sperm building up inside of them. She knew the time was now, he needed to cum and she wanted to taste his warm seed as it squirted into her mouth. She pulled back till his glands were between her teeth, then began to rub the underside of his glands with her tongue, giving his balls a light squeeze. Johnny grunted as he thrust his cock down her throat as he ejaculated, his salty flavor filling her mouth.

She couldn't wait any longer. She needed his maleness inside of her pussy, satisfying the need inside of her. She turned her sex to him, raising her rear and lowering her face to the ground, supplicating herself to him. But all she felt was a cold emptiness instead of a satisfying fullness. She turned to see what was wrong and he wasn't there! She turned, only to see the "Master's Dream" sailing into the sunset. She screamed "NNNNNOOOOO!!!!"

Back to reality

Her breath came in ragged sobs. She felt as though she'd been abandoned. Her sex was wet with need and her mind was filled with wanting.

Johnny burst into the room, "WHAT'S WRONG?"

Dee threw herself in his arms, sobbing at the loss her dream had left inside of her.

Johnny held her, letting her cry herself out. After her sobbing stopped, he asked, "What happened, Dee?

"I..... I had a bad dream." She said, as the wind continued to howl through the rigging.

"Maybe if you talk about it, you won't have that dream again." He encouraged.

"I d-d-don't know," she stammered, "It was kinda personal."

"Really? How personal? Sexual?"

"Yes," she said, as she lowered her eyes.

"With me?"

"Yes."

"Wow...... I'm honored. That's never happened to me before." He said with a smile.

"But I don't know anything about you! I've never done anything like that before. I mean, I've never even had a one night stand, let alone slept with a male I've just met." She explained.

"So.... You want to know more about me?"

"Sure." She said, wanting to know more about this puzzling fur, who was standing in the room with only his boxers on.

He turned and began bustling about the galley. He brought out a bottle of wine and a platter of assorted cheeses. "Talking can be thirsty work." He said as he poured two generous glasses. Handing one to her, he began his story.

"OK, I'll start at the beginning, so have a seat on the bed and get comfortable. I was born in Orlando Florida. Lived most of my life in a little town called Mims. I used to watch the shuttle lift off right on the beach. There's a bay there, it's where I first learned to sail. Things got tough in the late eighties, so I moved to the Chicago area got a job and stayed there for several years. Then came the day that changed my life. I was in the habit of buying a lottery ticket every Friday, I mean, you can't win if you don't play. Well, I was a single winner of a 40 million dollar prize. Well, before you knew it anyone who ever knew me suddenly wanted to hang out with me again. Knowing these people for what they were, I decided to disappear. I went back to Mims and custom ordered my boat. I bought a small home on the beach and stayed there till the boat was completed, making plans on what I would do after. A few consultations with my CPA and all my money was taken care of. So when my ship was complete I left for points unknown."

"I've sailed across the Atlantic to England, from there to France, Spain and Portugal, through the Straits of Gibraltar to Italy, Greece and Egypt. Down the African coast to South Africa, Madagascar, India, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, Hawaii, California. Then sailed down the coast to Baja and on to the Panama Canal. There was no way I was going around South America, too dangerous!"

"Once I got home, I spent a couple months just being a beach bum. Finally rented out the house and took the ship out to the Keys and did diving charters. I was going out to Galveston when the Gulf decided to brew up this storm right under me and I saved a very beautiful skunktaur that I found in dire straits and saved her life. Which brings us to the present. So.... What do you think?"

She had watched him closely as he spoke of his adventures as he had circumnavigated the globe. She saw the excitement as he spoke of faraway lands and this excited her. She found that now he stimulated her even more. This was more than your run of the mill male, but he didn't brag the way other males did, he just was what he was.

Taking a sip, he savored the wine letting it fill his senses. It seemed he enjoyed everything to the fullest. She noted that he also enjoyed just talking to her and began to wonder just what kind if lover this world traveler would be.

"There's been only one thing missing," he continued, as they started on the cheese and wine. "someone to share it with. I've traveled the world and YOU are the only taur I've ever met. You're the only girl who's ever been on this vessel."

His scent was filling the air in the bedroom. Scent was very important to skunks and his male scent was beginning to overpower her. How could a male smell so good, look so good and be so good at the same time?

She climbed off of the bed, made her way to stand in front of him. "Well, I guess I should reward my hero for saving my life." She said as she put her arms around his neck, noticing for the first time that he was one of the few males she had to look up to see his eyes.

His eyes widened as she pressed against him and brought her lips to his. Though surprised, he soon matched her eagerness as he parted his lips and took her tongue into his mouth and returned her kiss with equal enthusiasm. Her paws began to lightly trace the path of his spine to the base of his tail. If he had ever stuck his tail into a power outlet, he thought, this is what it would feel like. The feeling like electricity raced up his spine and seemed to fog his mind. This beautiful creature was actually coming on to him and it made him feel as though he were really special, for once in his life.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him as they continued to kiss. Moving his paws up her back, like she was doing to him, till he reached her bra. A quick twist of his paw and it was gone, tossed to the side of the room.

She stood naked before him, her breath coming in rapid pants as her dream began to come true. He got to his knees and took her white furred breast onto his hands and gently rubbed her nipples till their pink tips began to show through her fur. She gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth as he lightly pinched and tweaked the other to keep it stimulated. After a few minutes he switched nipples and she felt a haze come over her mind from the sexual stimulation.

He led her to the bed. She climbed in and pressing her upper torso to the bed, she presented her wet sex to him. He couldn't suppress the whinny that escaped his lips as the smell of her sex filled his nostrils. He pressed his long nose to her pussy and breathed deeply. The heady smell of her dripping sex filled his head. From there it must have gone straight to his penis as it protruded from his sheath and began to strain at his boxers.

He ran his tongue lightly around her vulva, tasting her juices as they began to run from her vagina. He then began to explore the inner lips and run his tongue over her engorged clitoris. She cried out and the sudden rush of her juices told him she was almost there. He moved to the entrance of her sex and slowly began to fuck her with his huge tongue. In and out, he moved his tongue, as she gasped, feeling her orgasm growing and growing. He took her tail in his paw, lightly pulling on it, his thumb slowly rimming her anus. He thrust his tongue into her pulsating pussy and felt her start to cum. As she reached the peak of her orgasm, her juice running down his face, the thumb he had been rimming her with plunged onto her asshole. That sharp bit of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure caused her to orgasm again. This time her juices gushed from her sex as she screamed out her pleasure.

Gasping for breath she pulled him to her, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself on his muzzle. Laying him next to her be began to work down his body. His large pectoral muscles and tight six-pack abs were just sights along the road to her destination. The sight of his maleness as it strained against the fabric of his boxers was just too much for her to stand. Growling, she ripped the boxers from his body, releasing his straining ten inch penis. Her mouth was salivating, as she ran her muzzle up its length. Johnny groaned as Dee ran her tongue over the head of his cock. The warmth of her mouth, as it engulfed his malehood was driving him wild. When she began to gently massage and tug on his balls, Johnny's eyes rolled back in his head. The feeling was overwhelming his conscious mind with pleasure. He began to feel it in his asshole, a tingling sensation, it then moved to his balls as she began licking his glands and giving a sharp tug on his balls. His eyes bulged from their sockets, as he arched his back as he ejaculated his seed into her mouth, with an inarticulate scream.

She tried to swallow all of his seed, as it spurted into her mouth, but the sheer volume of it, was too much, as it dripped from her mouth. His body jerked slightly as she licked his cock clean. When she looked to his long face, his mouth was hanging open and his eyes had rolled over white. Suddenly with a shake and several blinks of his eyes he looked up at her.

"OH MY GOD! No one has ever done that to me. I think I passed out!" he said as he pulled her face to him and he kissed her.

"Well Sexy, I sure hope you saved some of that for the other end cause I need filling." She purred.

"Oh, yes Ma-am! I'm not an equine for nothing." He said as he stroked his cock several times. It's full ten inch length was soon throbbing, wanting her hot, wet pussy.

"It's been sooo long. Regular males just don't have what it takes for a big femme like me!" she said as she rolled to her back and spread her rear legs, exposing the matted fur of her wet sex.

Johnny moved between her powerful rear thighs, holding his erect cock in place, slowly entered her hot, dripping pussy. As he laid across her lower body, slowly thrusting his ten inch cock in and out, she wrapped her forepaws around him. Her claws expressed, she gently ran them through the fur on his back. He looked up to her face, to see her arms draped across the headboard, grasping firmly, her breast rising and falling as she breathed. The look in her eyes so full of need and longing, told him just how much she needed this. He took her forepaws from his back, placed them against her chest and started to give her long, hard, rapid thrusts. Her eyes clouded with lust, she began to talk dirty to him in a low growl.

"GGGRRRR...... That's right...... Give Mama that dick! YES.... Fill me up! Oh God.... (pant pant) I'm gonna c-c-c-c-c-c-cuuuugggghhhh........." she said as her orgasm washed over her and she lost the ability to even speak.

Johnny felt her canal grasp his dick in a vice-like grip and it pushed him over the edge and his cries joined hers in orgasm.

Several Days Later

"So..... where are you traveling next, Johnny?" She asked.

"Well, I was headed to Galveston when the storm overtook me. Guess I'll head there."

The loneliness in her eyes was evident as she asked, "Will I ever see you again?"

"I should think you'd see me every day! That is..... if you'd come with me."

"You really want me to come with you?" she said, aghast.

"Sure I am. Lovers as good as you don't come around every day, you know. Besides, what's traveling the world alone worth anyway?" he said as he took her in his arms.

"Not much. Not much at all!" she said as their lips met.