FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Note: There are no names in this story, this is deliberate. The story has much development, and there is no sex until chapter 5, nearing the end. Biting and some blood is present, as well as some language.

Chapter One: That which needs no title

The morning dew splashed around her shoes as she stepped through grass. The air was cool and possessed that amazingly fresh quality always found in forests. There was no real sunshine, just a cold light filtered through the leaves of the trees surrounding her.

She loved forests. And mountains. She'd grown up in them after all, until her family had moved here. God knew how happy she'd been when she'd found out there was a fully untouched forest just behind her school. She often took walks here during breaks, and now that it was Saturday, she could spend the entire day here.

She frowned a little though as she remembered just why she could spend an entire day here. He probably wouldn't even notice the fact that she'd left, or even care if she did. No, all he cared about right now was the bottle of vodka clutched in his hand, and it would stay that way until next morning, where all he'd care about was a bottle of aspirin. Perhaps that was why she came here so often in the first place, to vent, to get away a little. There was no way a person could lack parents, unless an alcoholic father counted as a proper parent, and not want some solitude. Her breath misted over before her as she sighed.

She vaulted over a fallen tree and continued on, knowing the path all too well. It went very deep into the wood, but it led to a place that was absolutely wonderful, and she knew the terrain like a blood hound. The very composition of the land was lain into her mind, from the ponds and streams that dotted the land to the web of branches that closed over her head. God knew how often she climbed trees here, she just found it relaxing to sit in a branch, not really doing anything. From a psychological stand point, a counselor might have said that she was socially insecure, and that by climbing to a place others could not reach she was mentally distancing herself from others. To her though, it was just pleasant, she was happy when she was high, and not high in the sense that most people thought of.

The morning was particularly warm, a mere ten degrees in Celsius, annoying to most people, but she liked it that way. Cold was infinitely preferable to heat, and she didn't even feel it that much either, as her clothes were pretty warm. Plain jeans, a blank gray shirt with short sleeves, and a brown, wool jacket keeping her warm. She liked simple attire, it was efficient, loose enough for climbing or running, and she disliked labels anyway. Disliked just about every trend for that matter.

After about an hour of solid hiking she reached a small enclosed clearing next to a stream. A few steps later and she'd settled down beside a tree trunk, just resting. Time always seemed to switch off in places like this, she could just stare at the foliage for hours without even moving. Her gaze constantly moved over to anything of interest, snapping to some movement automatically. While her subconscious paid attention, her mind thought about things. Usually people, usually the problems that involved people. She sighed a little and settled back, tracing a hand through the grass while her thoughts demonstrated that which she never spoke out loud. Why was it that people were so obsessed with things they didn't understand; perhaps had never even seen? People had so many opinions over matters they knew nothing of: religion, sex, sports, politics, and whatever else. She chuckled slightly, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. It was April, and she'd just left a protest yesterday. April. the day of silence. There was so much trouble over homosexuality, so much spouting of words like 'sin' and 'marriage'. She couldn't count how many people had told her just how sinful sexuality was, and yet just how many of these very same people would go home, get on their computers, and watch two girls have at it with no problems at all?

She muttered very quietly to herself, so quietly her voice couldn't even be heard, just the words, "Homosexuality is a sin yes? But lesbians are perfectly alright."

And on the opposite side of the spectrum, there were the people yelling about supporting gay rights. She honestly just wished people would shut up about such things. If you were straight, you were straight, leave everyone else be, and likewise to the others. Her philosophy was very simple, "Do whatever thou will, so long as it does not harm or manipulate others against their will." In her eyes, if people simply let each other to their business, the world would be a better place, and surprisingly enough, she'd never had sex before. Most people in her generation had experienced it pretty early, sometimes before they even broke fifteen. She was nineteen, and still hadn't found a good guy in that kind of context, but despite this, she was a very sexual girl. She enjoyed it, there was nothing more to say. She found it pleasant to use the imagination granted to people, and she'd come to terms with who she was a long time ago, which was one reason why she felt this way over the constant problems people found. She wasn't a bisexual in the least, but still openly admitted to herself that she found the feminine body attractive, and yet if she voiced this she'd likely never hear the end of it. That was something she'd never understand.

With a sigh, she stood up and brushed any leaves or bark from her back before walking to the stream, hopping over it and continuing on her way. In truth, she was just an open person, someone that actually tried things out before judging them. A slight smile played about her lips as her thoughts turned to memories of old friends. They'd used to talk about the strangest things, and not what modern high schoolers considered "taboo" strange either. Probably one reason she acted the way she did now.

It took another twenty minutes to finally reach the cliffs. The trees opened up into a clearing some ten meters long, at the end of which was the sheer edge of a rocky cliff. Beyond that, she could see the forest below her; huge, tree covered hills covered in silver morning mist. Three was always wet mist in the air, sometimes rain. She stood at the edge for a few moments, that weird feeling playing around in her stomach whenever she did something like this. A few moments later she sat down, looking around carefully. This was essentially her own little place, she never saw anyone else here, and could always could do anything she wanted. Sometimes she climbed, other times she'd just napped. If she'd wanted to, she could have played around with herself or let her mind wander to thoughts generally considered private. She could do just about anything she felt like doing really. She hadn't brought any books today because she really hadn't planned ahead, today she'd just wanted to get away somewhere, and so she'd come here. for what could easily be the twentieth time. Perhaps she could just horse around later. For now she just wanted to sit here a bit on her own.

Her heart had sped up a bit from the cold, and after a while she ended up taking off her jacket. Cold was a strange thing to her, sometimes it made her feel better, making her body focus on something besides problems with her family. Besides, the damp mist had actually slightly moistened her clothes, making them rather uncomfortable. She considered it for a few moments and looked around to make sure no one was there. She didn't know why she felt embarrassed, she knew it was stupid, but still couldn't help it. She guessed that clothing had simply become something like armor to people, wearing it was almost instinctual, and she couldn't resist embarrassment at this. Once she was sure no one was watching she took a hold of her shirt and slowly pulled it off, placing it on top of the jacket. The frozen air circled around her skin and her heartrate instantly elevated as adrenaline flowed into her bloodstream. She sighed and lay back, her clothes acting as a pillow. She didn't wear a bra, she'd never seen a good reason for one, and she ran a hand over her stomach once, resting it there before she turned over onto her stomach. The combined numbing of cold and tingling of heat from her hand dulled her mind and her eyes slowly shut, her mind starting to wander. Before she realized it, she'd drifted off into sleep.

Chapter Two: Unforeseen Consequences

Her eyes opened lazily, and she sat up with a slight groan, facing the cliff. Her breathing was slow and deep, her mind still clouded with the tendrils of sleep. She yawned and leaned forward, stretching. Her muscles tensed as fresh blood pulsed through them, and she settled down with her knees up. It was still early morning, she couldn't have napped beyond half an hour, but the morning mist had coated her skin with a sheen of moisture. She ran a hand over her stomach, collecting water droplets until a thin stream trickled down her side. She seriously should have considered bringing a towel if she was going to be lying around in wet fog like that. With a sigh she stilled herself and looked out over the valley before her. She stayed that way for several minutes, watching the light reflect off silvered mist below, just her and the woods.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice was quiet and calm, and yet somehow rough, as if the speaker was only slightly hoarse, as well as possessing a slight accent which she couldn't place.

She just froze, her body not moving at all. Despite the stillness, her heart was pounding in a surge of adrenaline while her body burned as if it had been dipped in alkaline. She stayed absolutely frozen like that for a short bit, though each individual second seemed to drag on for much longer than it should have. After several moments her mind finally kicked in, and she reached over to the side without turning around, dragged her jacket out from under the shirt., and without a word she tossed it over her shoulders and zipped it up, covering her breasts. Without a shirt, the material felt strange against her wet skin, rough but warm. She hardly noticed it though, her body still aflame from embarrassment.

To her gratitude, her voice sounded calm and not expressive of her actual emotion, and then she started to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation she was in, "Yeah it is."

She stood up and turned around, looking to whoever had spoken. Only no one was there. She took a step forward and scanned the place in a slow, broad arc. She just couldn't see anyone there though. What the hell? Had someone been watching and just ran for it? Well that was certainly embarrassing. T

hen as her eyes turned up to the trees, searching for someone among the branches, she heard a quiet laugh, "I'm down here."

This time she locked her eyes to the source of the sound, which turned out to be nothing but a few trees and a shrub. She blinked, starting to feel stupid, and then she saw some movement right where she was looking. The person was shaking their head, looking down at the ground, but she could hardly see them, and then the person looked up, a grin on their face. Just like that, her eyes seemed to focus, the image showing up clearly now. Black lips, triangular ears, and a long pink tongue in a laughing mouth. She shook her head. A fox? A laughing fox? Wait wait wait, what was she thinking, laughing? The fact that it was laughing wasn't a problem, the fact that it was standing up, stood taller than her, had it's back pressed against a tree, and had folded it's arms over it's chest, was a problem. Was this a fox or not? It's head looked like one, but the body was almost like that of a human. With the exception of the fur of course.

The fox took one look at the incredulous look on her face and started to laugh harder. "Honestly, is everyone blind? Or is it just that you weren't looking for brown fur?"

Even though her mind was numb, she still found the dialect strange; each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, sometimes pausing between words, even when it wasn't needed. She shook her head, not really understanding. He sighed, still smiling, turned, and took a step to his right, away from the tree. The camouflage that his fur had provided no longer showed against greenery, and now she could see him clearly. All in all, he looked just like a man, except he had the head of a fox. and brown fur covered his body. Unlike the rest of him, his chest and stomach were clothed in short white fur, though she could still clearly see the muscles of his abdomen and chest. His hands, or paws, she wasn't really sure, were clothed in black, the fur darkening at the forearms, and he was quiet obviously a male. She tilted her head to the side, trying to dispel the illusion. She simply had to be seeing things somehow, and yet no matter how she looked at him she still saw an upright, human fox.

He looked to the forest and then looked back at her for a moment, "Well, seeing as this place is obviously occupied, I'll be on my way. Ta."

With that parting response, he turned around, and walked away into the trees. For some reason, all her mind was focusing on was a long bushy tail, and she stood still for several moments, and without a word, she took off after him, not even remembering to retrieve her shirt.

She caught up to him in moments, staying a few meters behind him as if it were safer. After a few moments of following she found words again, "Wait... You're a fox."

He didn't stop moving or even turn around, just gave an affirmative, "Mmmm".

His response sounded pleasant. well, light hearted at the very least, as if this was some big joke. After this, she just automatically followed him, clumsily tripping on roots and stepping in mud since her eyes were staring at his back and not the ground. He, on the other hand, stepped lightly around, as if he were walking on plain asphalt, his tail swishing now and then. She continued after him for several minutes at the very least, not really keeping track or even fully realizing she was doing it.

Her mind only snapped back from it's reverie when he stopped and turned his head back to her, "Isn't it considered rude to just follow people around like that? The very least you could do is offer an introduction... or strike up conversation, rather than becoming a stalker of sorts."

He paused for a while after the word introduction, and again after the word conversation, speaking with the same mannerisms. He said all this lightly however, a smile still on his lips.

She just shook her head slightly, "You're a fox," she spoke more firmly this time, as if she was confirming some undeniable fact, which she was.

He spoke more slowly this time, "Yes...and you're repeating yourself."

"Foxes don't walk... Talk."

He sighed, "Surprisingly enough, you were somewhat articulate when you were sitting on a cliff without a shirt on, and now you're chasing after me without any apparent reason and unable to use that fantastic imagination we're given to form a sentence beyond seven words."

She wasn't eve sure if this was supposed to be taken as an insult or not. The speech seemed to be extremely amused and not derogatory at all. She wondered what the hell she was supposed to say here, but still couldn't come up with anything besides the fact that she was talking to a bloody fox.

He waited expectantly for a few moments, and upon seeing that she wasn't saying anything replied, "You know that if you just remove the word 'fox' from your vocabulary, and remember that there are several other subjects in this world besides myself, we might be able to get a proper conversation going. If not, than the least I must ask is, just why are you following me?"

She took a deep breath and just said the first thing she could think of, "So...wait, what's your name?"

He exhaled forcefully, with a slight laugh, in what was akin to a chuckle, "Bob. Or John. Or deoxyribonucleic acid. Pick one."

She shook her head again, more sharply this time, something that was becoming a constant occurrence. "No, seriously. What's your name?"

He crouched down now, running the back of his hand across some grass before fully sitting down. "Yes seriously, don't bother with names around me. Names., "He sighed out loud, "they're among the ultimate of constrictions. As long as you have a name, you officially exist, and as long as you exist, you end up having people jump on you."

She sighed, not really even trying to understand what he was saying. Gathering up some more nerve, she walked closer and sat down in front of him, though it was easier to do than if he'd been human, as if he couldn't tear her throat out either way . She took in his image, absorbing the details. There was no way that this was some psychopath running around in a costume. She could the muscle beneath the fur, the saliva in his mouth. A faint vein ran up from the inside of his leg and to the side of his abdomen, Iliac vein. Speaking of which, what kind of costume had genitals? Because he did.

She was interrupted from her thoughts as he said, "And it's also somewhat rude to stare. My eyes aren't exactly focused on your crotch right now are they?"

She jerked her eyes to his own, blushing furiously. He laughed with enjoyment at her reaction, amusement shining in his eyes.

The yellow eyes were the farthest thing from blank, a deep and thoughtful intelligence was behind them, currently touched by humor, "Alright, now that I'm sure you're satisfied with the fact that I'm not some optical illusion, is there anything you want to talk about? Besides me that is."

Speech had emboldened her, and she found it rather easier to say, "No, not really. I mean, I'm talking with a fox, and this just.shouldn't be real now should it?"

He leaned closer to her, she didn't move away. "Alright, so you have faith, believe in America placing a man on the moon, and in Russia having now gone two miles under the North pole, when you've only read about it in newspapers, and yet you are having a positive mental breakdown over me when you have actually seen me with your own eyes?"

"No, it's just that..wait." She just realized what she was about to say was exactly what he'd just told her, that because no one else had ever told her about talking foxes meant they didn't exist.

She started to speak up again but he interrupted, "I don't mean to be rude, but if you're going to go on about whether I should exist or not, then please don't bother. On the other hand, if you want to talk about something else please do. For instance, why were you here in the first place?"

For a moment she forgot who she was talking with, looking down to the ground between her legs. "I just wanted to be on my own a little. I like it here."

She looked up again and he nodded, now looking at the grass besides her left leg. "Well if that's the case than I'm sorry for interrupting you, whatever your intentions may have been." he swept his eyes over her chest and then to her face, and she blushed for some reason, having just had the strangest feeling as if she were naked again.

Not wanting him to get any wrong ideas she quickly said, "No no, I just wanted to.sit there. And that's pretty much it."

It sounded particularly feeble. She honestly didn't know why she took off her shirt, she'd just felt like it. Wait a minute, why the hell was she explaining herself to a person she'd never met? A fox, for that matter?

Despite her constant reactions of belief and embarrassment, he seemed to understand, and suddenly she just wanted to touch him, or to shake his hand, just something to ensure she wasn't lying in a hospital after having overdosed on five bottles of vodka. She reached out the back of her hand, just to brush his shoulder, and suddenly his eyes had snapped back from the ground, and her wrist was caught in his grip. She hadn't even seen him move, just a blur, and his grip was tight enough to hurt. She felt a strange jolt in her stomach when he touched her, something akin to fear, but not quiet at that level.

Almost immediately however, he let go, casting his eyes aside in a slightly guilty manner. "Sorry, just reflex."

She took a look at her wrist and saw the red marks, ashen skin striping in between. She truthfully didn't know what she should have been saying. All she found was herself apologizing, even though she'd not done anything in particular, "No it's ok. Sorry I...I don't know, I just felt like...sorry."

He looked back to her face and his eyes narrowed in thought. He paused for a few moments and then spoke again, "It's alright, I can certainly understand that, considering that you've reacted as if you'd just found yourself in the presence of plutonium. At any rate, if we're going to continue, then I'd like to ask whether you actually want to talk beyond five minutes?"

She didn't really realize that it was a direct question at first, and when she did, she wasn't sure whether the answer was yes or not. She sure as hell wasn't doing anything else, but she didn't know what to talk about either. The result was a shrug. A positive shrug she felt.

His head dipped a little, as if nodding, though his eyes remained focused to hers, "Is that a yes?"

She sighed through her nose, shrugging again, "Yeah."

He smiled again, "Well then, I'd like to invite you to a more sheltered place, seeing as it's going to rain soon."

She took a look up at the sky. There weren't even any clouds. "What rain?"

At that, he gave her a very odd look, as if she'd said something absurd. "Can't you smell it?"

When she shook her head he looked a little taken aback, and then chuckled, "Both blind, and a poor sense of smell. Just how humans have survived long enough to group together, I'll never know."

He stood up and looked down at her, "So, are you coming?"

She honestly still wasn't sure. Truth be told, she did want to, if only because she wanted to talk with an actual fox, but she did have some doubts all the same. After all, she didn't know this person at all. For some demented reason she felt he wouldn't harm her, simply because he wasn't human, although there was nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wished. Some manic psychology that felt animals were harmless. In the end though, her urge to meet him overpowered any logical caution.

When she stood up he looked at her for just a second, and with a smooth fluid motion, turned and walked away. Her mind still wondering, she followed, this time staying closer for some reason. She found herself questioning it though, honestly, why was she following him? Because she wanted a conversation? Because she'd never had a chance to speak with an animal? Oh what in the unholy Hell..

He moved in a rather strange manner, much like a particularly acrobatic human, and yet he all to obviously was something else, his motions too quick, too fluid and accurate. He often leaped over obstacles, and when he moved around them he never seemed to break his motion, twisting around trees like a breeze. She followed much slower than he moved, though neither was running, and he'd end up pausing to wait for her when she started to fall behind, and yet he rarely looked back, only once or twice when he'd actually stopped to wait.

Her mind was still buzzing with questions, but she truly didn't know what to ask, and ended up just following him without a word. After while, he slowed down in general walking much slower than his usual pace, though he still slipped around low branches with evident fluidity. She quickly caught up to his side at this pace, but ended up falling behind again, feeling a little out of place when she was next to him. Realizing that she was staring at him again she started to look around instead, just remembering that she had no idea where she was. The place they were in was noticeably darker; the trees grew closer together and the branches filtered out most light. It felt like being in a room with the blinds closed than anything, and she shortly felt very stupid. If he vanished right now she'd probably spend days wandering around in here. It was a dual conflict, at once she was wondering just what in hell had put such stupidity in her, and yet she was too intrigued to leave.

Chapter Three: A Foxes Domicile

A short while later, he stopped, turning to the side so that he looked at her, and when she stopped as well, he gently jerked his head, gesturing toward a small cave in a rock. More like a depression really, but it was lined with branches and some leaves. Overall she felt that he'd led her to a shack someone had built when they were lost. But it looked cozy enough, probably warm.

The moment she looked back at him he asked ever so quietly, almost whispering, "Well?"

She sighed slightly, fascinated at her own curiosity, "Yeah."

He nodded, and for a moment something lit up in his eyes, a sort of joy, as if she'd done him a favor. A moment later he was gone, quietly walking over to his domicile, her following in his footsteps. As they reached the entrance she realized it was really much larger than she'd originally thought. It was just so dark she hadn't really been able to see anything. He stepped to the side of the entrance and gestured with a hand, inviting her in. Hell, he almost bowed, his manner being nothing more than that of an English gentlemen. Not really sure what to expect, she obliged, stepping over the threshold, though watching him out of the corner of her eye. It was just a heap of emotions in her, one second she felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, and the next she felt like the rabbit tumbling into a canine's trap. His gaze followed her movement, and then he stepped into the dwelling himself.

The floor was lined with large leaves and some branches, but the walls and ceiling were completely walled in with wood, leaves intertwining the open spaces between them. The air was much warmer in here, which wasn't much of a surprise, considering the insulation. What was surprising though were the ashes in another depression within the rock. It was surrounded by some stones and well away from the actual walls, though a stack of wood leaned against the wall beside it. The ashes were illuminated by the warm glow of embers buried beneath them.

Against the back wall was a rectangular bundle of pine boughs covered in some large leaves she wasn't familiar with. She guessed that was his bed. The wall opposite the fireplace had the stone floor exposed, and a constant stream of water ran along the wall and into a depression in the rock before flowing out of the shelter. The whole place smelled of wood smoke, a quiet pleasant smell really. Honestly it was surprising. She'd been expecting some run down shelter made of wood, but this beat a tree house any day. Fire, water, bed. the only thing lacking was a fridge.

He stepped past her, moving to the ashes. "Feel free to sit down if you like."

He gestured towards the bed without even looking at it, breaking some small pieces of wood in his hands. She felt slightly grateful, after walking around for so long she wanted some rest. She moved by him and took a seat on the boughs. It was surprisingly comfortable, soft and springy, and as she was sitting there, she had a sudden feeling of giddiness. She felt like she was about to see some movie she'd waited a long time for or was reading a new book and saw a favorite character. It was just.giddy.

The relief she felt from sitting down though incited her to actually lie down, not knowing what to say to him. She just felt like staying there. She didn't close her eyes though, instead watching him. To be completely honest, (which she wouldn't admit) she liked looking at him, however short their meeting may have been. He was pretty elegant. and he had a nice tail. She liked tails.

What the hell was the matter her?

He'd kept on tossing some twigs and needles onto the ashes before steadily adding larger branches. After only a minute or so, a fire was blazing merrily, illuminating the dim place. Shadows leaped and danced along the walls, and along with the open entrance, it felt simultaneously light and enigmatic. It was only after this that he walked over to the wall next to her and sat down, leaning back against the wood.

"I want to ask you something. Why did you just follow me and then come here? You don't know who I am, if I'm mentally stable, or if I kill and devour people. I somehow doubt you would have came here were I...eh, human, so you've peaked my curiosity."

It was actually pretty strange. Lying on the makeshift bed, she didn't feel any of the caution she'd previously felt. It was more as if she were over at some long time friend's house for a chat. She stretched slightly as she answered, "I'm not sure. I just wanted to meet you I guess. I mean, you're different from others.obviously" And of course she was speaking about that which was all to clear.

The smoke from the flames gently curved along the roof and out of the shelter, leaving no more smoke in the shelter than incense. She watched the smoke for a bit, waiting for a reply. He didn't answer though, at least, not to that remark. Instead he asked, "Have you ever read Dostoevsky?"

She blinked. Why on earth was he asking about that? "Some, just the major works. Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov...why?"

He merely nodded, and somehow they started talking about it. He explained some of the more symbolic view points while she would offer her own opinions. A normal, albeit extremely interesting, conversation. Somehow they branched off onto Dostoevsky himself, and then onto astrology, and from there onto astronomy in general, and from there onto politics between America and Russia, due to the fact that they'd gotten onto the moon landings. It turned out the guy was actually pretty heavy on Russian influence, he quiet proud of it, although whether or not he was born there he never said. They just talked about so many various subjects, from Russia and America, submarines and deep sea drops after they got onto Russia going beneath the North Pole, and from there about theories and philosophies she'd read in such as the anthropomorphic theory, and from there onto other theories like the messenger theory. After a while it started to rain. Not in a little drizzle and then escalating, but just like that bucketfuls of rain were pouring down. She was slightly taken back when she realized she must have been here for at least two hours, probably more, and the rain was so heavy she couldn't even see beyond the entryway, it was just heavy sheets of water. When the water dropped, he paused and stood up, hauling across a crafted wooden door. If nothing else, it prevented water from spraying into the shelter. He tossed a couple more logs on the fire, and then lay down on his side, head propped up on a hand and looking at her.

She kept on forgetting who she was really speaking to. She'd feel like it was some old friend or person, forgetting just what she chatting with before she was jerked back to it when she noticed the ears or the tongue. The pattern repeated itself every few minutes.

After a while they got onto society and he explained his views, "Personally, I feel that human society can be determined and summed up by just four instincts. The first is species survival. In other words, sex. Think about it, animals like salmon or spiders actually die after mating, or even willingly offer themselves up as food. To them, passing on their genes is more important than their own survival.

The second instinct is individual survival. Besides humans, nothing, no creature that walks, crawls, swims, flies, floats, or infects, wants to die. Some feel that reproduction is more important, but they would never just commit suicide or let themselves die for foolish reasons. Humans are the exception. Some kill themselves for sheer stupidity, others let themselves die because they don't want to lose something. I like to call this the "Saw" principal, strange is it may seem."

Like a film dictated, some people are unwilling to save themselves because they didn't want to cut out an eye or lose a limb. If you put a fox in a steel trap it will literally gnaw off it's own leg to escape and survive. Most humans won't do that."

"Those two instincts are what I call the common instincts. Every animal feels them, sentient or not. As a result, the last two are called the sentient instincts, because when you think about it, a question arises: Just what is sentience? The knowledge of self? Once considered, I think you'll find that the problem is that many humans don't actually have that which can be defined as 'self'.

You see, the fourth instinct is entertainment, and strangely enough, it is vital. The mind needs to be entertained, and not necessarily through films or games, but the mere act of cutting down a tree or remembering something provides the mind something to do, something to focus on. That's entertainment, whether your life depends on the action or not, the mind takes it in. If you were stripped of your body and had your mind tossed into some place where nothing exists, Limbo, and you never see, smell, hear, taste, or touch, wouldn't you lose your mind? Eventually you'd get so bored you'd go insane. It might take a couple years for you to go through all your memories, but after that, you'd lose it. Finally. we have social instinct. The one that drives people to move together."

He paused for a moment, thinking about what to say. She didn't want to interrupt, what he'd said so far seemed perfectly alright, though she was starting to get a little tired. After a few moments he went on, "Anyways, to cut short the essay monotone, what you end up with is people only caring about trends. Popularity is what becomes most important, with people throwing away perfectly good phones just to get another one because it has a new video function in it. They gossip about others because they're not wearing the latest shirt or listening to the most popular band, either that or because they're homosexual or because they do something that others don't agree on.. Even if the band is completely insulting to music or if the clothes serve no purpose whatsoever. It's pathetic, so many people choose to ignore a certain sexuality or political stance just because everyone else follows it. Sometimes I often feel this earth is populated with mindless zombies and I'm one of the last sane people alive."

At this she felt a question biting at her tongue, "You know, if that's how you feel about people, why did you call out to me? I mean, if you dislike people in general why just call out to some random girl in a forest?"

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e cocked his head to the side, laughing slightly, "Do you really think I'd enjoy talking to some unintelligent, nearly illiterate, and downright stupid girl who's sole purpose in life is to talk on the cell phone, resist her parents for no good reason, and practically worship her myspace? How is it that I, a person who's native language is foreign, can read and speak English three times better than many people born here?

"Such people usually don't take walks in forests, particularly as often as you do. We've just had an interesting conversation. An intelligent one at the very least. So there you have it."

She sighed, and then realized something, "Wait, you've seen me before?"

He smiled and said, "Of course. I live here after all, and with the frequency that you visit, it's only expected. Don't worry about anything though, I'm exactly a stalker."

They continued on after this, she avidly discussed several topics with him, always finding something else to debate over when they'd finish one subject. The firelight lit the place with an orange glow as the rain outside steadily fell down in sheets. Darkness fell, she didn't even care about problems with her father right now. Last time she'd seen him, he'd been too drunk to stand, if she arrived tomorrow morning he wouldn't even remember the day before. She was perfectly ready to spend the night here, if only he'd allow it.

Chapter Four: Black Heart Pines

The rain droned on, pouring even harder rather than letting up. She'd found her eyes growing heavy a while back; every time she closed them it got a little harder to open them again, and soon she was listening to him with closed eyes, responding softly and sleepily. A few moments later he stopped talking and she heard him move, standing up apparently, "Obviously it's quiet late, and you're tired. If you like, return home, but I highly don't recommend that for obvious reasons. The forest is raining as if the tears shed in Hell have started to fall. Ah...if you're all right with it, then stay here. I promise you I'll lead you back tomorrow."

She opened her eyes slightly, they were unfocused and she saw him in a blur. There was absolutely no need to say "yes", she was about to drift off as it was. The fire was just so warm. Her voice was so sleepy that she almost felt embarrassed, "What about you though? Where'll you sleep?"

He laughed again. "You should try sleeping on the ground sometimes. you might learn to enjoy it. So that's where I'll be sleeping tonight."

Actually, she knew what it was like to sleep on solid ground, she did it herself sometime, and she knew it wasn't as simple as he described, at the very least a pillow was needed. However tired she felt, she was still rather shy and humble, and her personality prevented her from doing anything but hating herself when she inconvenienced anyone who was showing hospitality.

She felt slightly irritated by speaking and moving her head up when she was this sleepy, not against him, but just in general, "No, wait. Look, this is your place, you've already done all this for me, I can easily sleep by the fire myself. I'm alright with that. I mean,

I'm a guest, it isn't right to work in this way."

He responded with an equally frustrating and relieving sentence, "Ah, but seeing as you're the guest, then that makes me the host, and a proper host does everything they can to make the guest appropriately comfortable, including at their own expense."

She put her head back down, not really having the energy to argue the point, though still feeling rather guilty.

Perhaps he knew this, because a moment later he rhetorically asked, "What, you'd prefer for me to sleep right besides you?"

She smiled very slightly, blushing as well due to the potential possibilities the dirtier part of her mind tossed up. "In all honesty I would prefer that." She said this quietly and drowsily, but yet with a slight tone that didn't imply any true seriousness. More like nonchalance.

He was silent for a few moments, and at first she thought he was lying down, but then she heard padded footsteps, and he lay down behind her, with his back to the wall and her back against his chest. It was in a completely non intimate manner; he was just lying down for the night, and both of them completely understood that, But she instinctively snuggled back a little bit, his warmth comforting her, and this rare moment of physical contact with him gave her a feeling of safety and comfort. By pressing closer to him however, she unwillingly forced him to place his arm on her side. He didn't wrap it around her, but rested it on the side of her ribs and shoulder, deliberately kept away from unnecessary contact. It was an almost shy touch, as if he was worried about offending her..

His head shifted over hers and she snuggled under his chin, resting her head on his shoulder. The position was so damned cozy that it quietly and quickly lulled her into deep sleep.

She awoke in a calm manner, slowly regaining her sense of touch again. Her eyes opened just slightly; the fire was still burning strong, and it was literally pitch black outside. Only several minutes must have passed since she'd fallen asleep. She felt his breathing against her back, his chest rising and falling, and she could hear the deep, peaceful breaths. However comfortable she felt here, she knew why she'd awoken in the first place. The shelter was well insulated, there was a fire burning, and she was wearing a jacket. On top of that his own body and fur warmed her very well and now she was hot to the point of perspiration, her skin itching from sweat against wool. She was still far too drowsy to move or get off onto the ground, and she didn't want to move away from him anyway, she felt to.safe next to him.

Slowly she reached up a hand to her neck, finding the zipper and quietly opening her jacket. The cool air from outside flowed under the material and over her skin, relieving her heated body. They were both sleeping, and she could close her jacket at any time, so even though this exposed her body, she didn't really care that much, and her already sleep befuddled mind started to drift away again. Her subconscious however, wasn't so tamed as to curl up in a corner and remain silently. With this new vulnerability came thoughts of intimacy. Disjointed images flashed through her mind before she banished them. They were of her and him, which she felt instantly embarrassed about. She liked him...ok, maybe she liked him a lot, but it wasn't right for her to have sex with him, not when she only knew him for a day.

Strangely enough, the fact that he was a fox never factored into her rejection of the idea, only that she didn't know him. Soon she stopped blocking the fantasies all together, just letting her mind drift off to sleep again, even thought it was thinking about sex, and the warm feel of his body against hers only furthered it.

She awoke sharply, her heart pounding rapidly as adrenaline flooded her system. She didn't reflexively sit up, but her eyes were open and looking around. Unconsciously, she'd grown accustomed to the sound of rain, and it was still pouring, but then a painfully loud crashing noise caused her head to jerk up reflexively. It was louder than a gunshot, and she would know. Fear spurred her into action, and just as she started to get up, and she felt a hand take hold of her shoulder and firmly push her back down. A moment later she felt warm breath against her neck and his warm, quiet voice sounded in her ear, "Relax..."

She turned her head slightly and saw his head just a few centimeters beside hers. Then he looked back out the entrance, a hand still on her shoulder. Her mind kicked into place again. It was thunder. Just thunder. The rainstorm had escalated into a full blown thunder storm. Then she saw a bright flash, lasting barely a millisecond. Cancel that, make it a lightning storm.

She let her head drop back down, taking a few deep breaths to relax. Seeing as she'd calmed down a little, he took his hand off her shoulder and rested his arm as he'd had before. The weight of his arm was comforting to her though, as was his body behind her.. He wasn't completely laying down anymore, but rather lying on his side, resting his head on a hand propped up on the elbow. He kept his other arm on her side, but his attention was focused over her and out to the rain. She wasn't exactly frightened now, just very nervous. She hated loud noises, unless she knew what it was and if it was controlled. She didn't have any problem with gun fire because it was familiar to her, but something like this made her extremely uncomfortable. Her head reflexively jerked each time thunder boomed, a fresh surge of adrenaline spiking. His hand gently took a hold of her forearm at this, and she slowly calmed down even more, not that she was anywhere near sleeping again. The adrenaline rush had woken her up better than if she'd overdosed on caffeine.

It was still nighttime, still pitch black outside, but the fire had burned down. It was still burning, but little more than flickers. The whole place was lit by the orange-brown glow from the flames, giving it a cozy and slightly mysterious appearance. She suddenly realized she was very cold. Much time had passed since she'd last awoken, and the forest had dropped to what felt like 0. Her entire back was warm, but her face and front were freezing. Then she remembered that her jacket was still open. Calmly, she took one side of the material and pulled it over the other. The thought of what he might have noticed didn't even cross her mind. At this point the could have been staring at her naked body and she wouldn't have minded. Now she wondered what to do... It wasn't probable she'd be getting back to sleep, and he didn't really seem in a talkative mood right now. He was quietly and intently gazing out into the rain, lying over her like a guarding sentinel. Still felt his breathing against her back, and she turned over on her stomach, using an arm as a pillow turning her head to the side, facing his shoulder. She felt safer facing him, not to mention much cozier, and soon she started trying to sleep again. At the same time, her thoughts wondered about if she could do anything to occupy herself.

Moments later she realized she was still wearing her shoes and socks. Pretty uncomfortable really. For some reason, she didn't feel self-conscious around him, and using one foot, she pushed a shoe off and gently kicked it away to the side. She repeated the same with her other shoe. The socks stayed on though.

She heard him speak soon after, "This forest has no name, but when I see rain such as this, I feel that it needs to be titled 'Sacred', because nothing is purer than such rain."

After this he fell completely silent as she contemplated the words.

After a while her thoughts turned to sex again. After all, she was rather sexual girl by nature. The difference here was that she was fantasizing about a fox and not any human. She didn't have problems with animals, and she didn't even fully view him as an animal anymore, not that there was anything truly bad about animals in general. After all, he talked, he was intelligent, and had his own opinions. Sleeping with him was no different than laying with a human, and he was one of the nicest people she'd met. These thoughts over morality weren't what she was focusing on though. Her mind was more intent on contact, the Hell with morality. Slowly her senses faded as her mind sunk under a dream, a lustful reverie. She wasn't asleep, just focused on something else to the point of actual arousal. Her body was tingling slightly from the ideas, the want to reach lower becoming insistent, but however far her imagination might have taken her, she didn't dare. She could deal with simple arousal and relieve herself later. She really did want to have sex with him though, and not just fantasize about it, but she was too timid to even dare, and she just didn't know how sexual he was. For all their discussions she'd never asked how he felt about it. She didn't know whether he would sleep with humans, or even would have liked her in that context, but hesitation couldn't stop imagination, and she felt her body lubricating, her heart speeding up in expectation.

Chapter 5: Fur and Lust

He finally stopped looking outside and lay his head down besides hers, apparently resting, but he seemed to have done it for a reason. She could see from under her arm that he was looking at her and she lifted her head a bit to look at him directly. He was breathing short, shallow breaths, and gently ran the back of his hand over her cheek, brushing aside a length of hair to look at her eyes. She didn't react at all, if anything, she welcomed the touch. He seemed to have an air of curiosity right now, she wasn't sure why though. He moved his head forward slightly, his black nose beside her neck, and slowly breathed in, smelling her neck before moving back and looking at her eyes again, and then she saw that he was extremely amused. He was a fox, and obviously had a very keen sense of smell, and lustful desire wasn't a scent he'd overlooked, and apparently he found it funny. Somehow she felt only slightly self conscious, actually grateful that he'd noticed, if only out of hope. He himself wasn't embarrassed, or reacting in any negative way, he was just amused. But that touch from him, his muzzle besides her neck, his hot and soft fur against her skin, all of it just pushed her already aroused body into a state of primitive and simple lust. She felt the slippery sweat and liquid between her legs, forced to breath deeply from the rate at which her heart beat. She turned on her side, facing him directly. Unable to resist, very slowly, she reached out a hand to his shoulder. She moved closer, gently running her cheek up his neck and then over the tip of his moist muzzle. He may as well have become a stone, he never moved, not even a quiver.

She kissed him on his lips, fully serious in the touch. He didn't kiss her back, didn't even flinch. She moved back a little, feeling embarrassed, even worried about offending him, and looked at his face.

Instead of anger or blankness, she saw that he'd only been taken by surprise. His eyes shone in the same manner when he was taken aback, and his ears pricked up as she looked at him, and then a very surprised grin spread across his black lips. Surprised he may have been, it was pleasantly so. He hadn't realized that she'd been thinking of him. She smiled just slightly, both her body and mind infinitely grateful. If he refused right now it'd be alright, but she was happy she hadn't made a bad mistake. She'd hoped he'd at least understand.

He didn't fulfill her desire of simply understanding. He went beyond that.

He slowly licked her across the cheek, and she kissed him again, running her hand along his side. He kissed her back, their tongues meeting. This contact aroused her to a state of near ecstasy, her breath catching, and they kissed very passionately, exploring each others tongues and mouths as she ran her hand underneath his arm and down across his ribcage before moving her fingers to his spine, getting closer to him. He reached out his own hand to her navel, the tips of his fingers contacting the exposed skin between her jacket. The final touch that she'd been waiting for so long caused her to break the kiss, releasing a giddy sigh of contentment. Her muscles clenched, out of both, pure joy and arousal. From the tips of his fingers he simply pressed against her stomach with the flat of his palm, her back arching from anticipation and breathing in with a quiet whimper. She'd been wanting this so much.

The cold her body had felt now caused her flesh to burn from his heat. It was a fiery tingling anywhere he touched her spreading out into the flesh. He pressed her stomach again , and then slid his hand over to the side, sliding it under her jacket, just below her ribs and over to her spine, hugging her closer with just the one arm as he lightly rolled onto his back. She moved with him, partially laying on top of him. She lay just on his side, her right leg between his own legs, and his between hers. She pressed her lips to his muzzle, wanting, needing his tongue again. She rubbed her pelvis down just once and she felt his leg between hers, her wet center sending signals of pleasure from the sensation, even through the jeans. And then she was pressing her lips to him muzzle again, wanting him. He kissed her briefly and playfully licked her nose, and then hugged her close to his body with his other hand, pulling her directly on top of him as he kissed her back. The hand underneath her jacket now moved up to her shoulder, pushing the jacket off and away. She broke the kiss with a deep and primal sigh, and pulled her arm from the sleeve of the garment. He wrapped his other hand around her back from the other side, and took hold of the edge of the jacket, pulling it around and away from her as she removed her other arm. He dropped the jacket to the side and the two of them rolled over partially. They were on their sides again, but now she had her back against the wall and his back was to the entrance. Another kiss ensued as she pressed her body against his. She felt his fur against her bare torso, against her breasts. She absolutely loved it, breaking off the kiss and moving her head over his shoulder, hugging herself tightly to him and clenching her muscles again from excitement. She involuntarily pushed him over onto his back again with her weight, not lying down this time but just barely keeping above him. One of his hands held her close, sweat from her skin rubbing against his fur. His other hand traveled down her spine to the edge of her jeans, pushing it under them, under her panties and over her rear. His fingers traveled in between, coating in the sweat before moving down and around her thigh. The tips of his fingers passed so close to her aching pussy that she let out a vocal groan from the desire for him to touch her there. She quickly ran a hand down his back and felt his tail before pressing her head into his fur, inhaling deeply, smelling his own sweat, completely focused on his hand against her pants.

He circled her thigh and brought his hand back up along her hip, almost teasingly avoiding contact with her pussy. As he ran his hand up again, he gripped the edge of the fabric and opened the pants one handed, also running the zipper down, exposing her already dampened panties. Finding it impossible to resist any longer she slid a hand down her own stomach and to the tips of her underwear, needing the contact, but she found his own hand placed over hers and pushing it away to the side, forcing her to wait. She whimpered from longing, but he gently pushed her a little to the side and down, sitting out from under her and running a hand along her leg to the ankle. She was lying across his legs her eyes clenched shut from the pleasure she was feeling just from arousal, Her breathing was rapid and hard, almost panting, and he hadn't even touched her there yet.

He smoothly and quickly removed her socks, pressing his hand along the bottom of a foot just once before laying it around and across her back. She opened her eyes for just a split second and saw the pink flesh of his own erection, and then his arm turned her over so she was lying on her back, on top of his left side and, his palm on her breast. Her rear was over his crotch and she felt his hard erection against her backside. She hadn't realized just how highly aroused he himself had been, and he was still playing with her even though he was fully prepared to enter inside her wet body. Just by feeling the size of him, she forced herself to wait and instead placed her hand on his own. He gently massaged her breast while his other hand reached down and pushed the jeans down from her waist, down to her thighs. She helped him, arching her back slightly and pulling the jeans off her legs by pressing her foot against the ankle and pulling down. Still under her, he wrapped both arms around her and squeezed, a hug that caused her pounding heart to flutter. He shifted out from under her again and turned over so that she was on her back and under him now. His weight was on her body and she found herself absolutely thoughtless. All she wanted was him, she could have clutched him for eternity at the moment, she just needed to feel his body against hers, his warm fur against her sweating skin. He pressed his mouth to her again and his tongue ran deep into her mouth, licking over her throat. This alone made her feel faint, and he slid his head down along her cheek, over to her shoulder. He opened his jaws, and then closed his teeth around her neck. She whimpered and groaned at once, utterly submissive to the canine fox that held her life in his jaws. He bit down slowly, pressing his teeth against her throat, and her body arched in a tense spasm from mental pleasure. With that pressure, he owned her now, she didn't care. She just wanted him to take her, to bite her, to do whatever he wanted to do to her, it didn't matter anymore, she belonged to him. Her voice was small and pleading, begging for him to go further.

His hot, wet tongue slid over her jugular, and then he ran his teeth down her neck and over to her shoulder. A moment later his hot jaws bit down, hard. His teeth sank into her flesh, blood instantly welling in trickles around his lips and down her shoulder. She gasped, not only in pain, but in sheer delight, a lustful love at the position she was in. She wanted to please him, wanted him to fuck her, and the bite sent involuntary tremors through her body as his tongue lapped up the blood, taking from her. She gave it willingly, she would have done just about anything he wanted at the moment, and her arms wrapped around his body, pressing him tight against her, urging him forward to bite and lick her all he wanted. Her voice had degenerated into little puppy whimpers, displaying her own desire and joy.

His teeth slowly pulled away from her flesh, leaving streams of blood trickling from the puncture wounds before they were lapped into his mouth and swallowed. He kept on running his tongue over the bleeding flesh , each smooth pass over her skin inciting another whimper from her. Only after he'd had his fill did he close his jaws around her shoulder once again, bit down much more gently, and then licked her at her face, coating her cheek in saliva and traces of blood. She kissed him again, still hugging him so hard that she couldn't distinguish her own flesh anymore. He kissed her back, just as deep as previously, and then he slid down over her body until his head was positioned over her waist. He took hold of the jeans with both hands and pulled them down from her before taking hold of them at the ankles and gently but quickly pulling them away from her legs. Her panties were wet and damp, dark stain over her pussy. His black fingers slid in beneath the fabric, rubbing against her slick skin, and as his fingers rubbed against her center, pangs of pleasure tensed through her muscles in a wave. He rubbed her for a few seconds, and then pushed his fingers deep inside her. Her back arched in a spasm as she let out a vocal sigh, his entire hand coated in her liquid arousal as his fingers stimulated her flesh. Her sighing escalated to out load groaning as her own hand massaged her breast, her other hand reaching down to him. She didn't touch him on the head, didn't feel it was her place, and instead let her fingers touch his own, which were still moving in and out of her body. Constant spasms coursed through her tense muscles as she neared the edge, and then he slowly pulled his fingers away, leaving her aching body shaking in desire, a dog like whine sounding from her lips, wanting, needing that contact. He only left her in that position for a moment however, and his other hand quickly pulled her soaked underwear away from her body. He gently pressed against her pussy with his other hand, but his pink tongue was lapping at the hand he'd pleasured her with, licking the juices into his mouth. Moments later he leaned down and brought his muzzle over to her aching center, gently touching her with his nose and inhaling deeply, taking in her scent. A moment later she actually cried out, her eyes shut tight as his long tongue slipped between her lips, running along in between her legs. She was panting like a dog from the anticipation, any possible dignity long since gone, replaced by primal desire, and his tongue continued to run over her flesh, lapping up her juices as each individual lick drew a vocal gasp from her, rapidly escalating into something much more.

He was grinning widely from her arousal, quiet enjoying himself. They both felt the same, she now belonged to him, flesh and blood, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy pleasing her either. Each sound that escaped her lips made his breath catch, gaining pleasure from her own joy. But he wasn't going to finish this quickly, he wanted her to feel it for a long time. He pushed his tongue harder against her flesh licking even deeper between her body, and she almost climaxed then and there, small tremors running through the muscles inside her. At this he barely flicked his tongue over her clit and lifting his head from her. Her constant cries now turned into panting, her mind was begging for more, absolutely enchained by the sexual instinct that pleasured her. He grinned, his tongue running up along his jaws, licking away the juices from her that coated his fur. He let her wait for a few moments, playfully rubbing his palm against her pussy, and then lowered his jaws to her again. At first he merely pressed his muzzle into her, inhaling again and gently nuzzling the flesh. Her feelings started to escalate yet again and he pushed harder, sending a rippling wave of tension through her, but he only nuzzled for a few seconds more seconds before he stopped pushing into her and brought his tongue into play again. One slow, wet, rough, and deep lick and she climaxed. She felt the contractions rack her body as she let out a voiceless cry. It was little more than a pleasure torn gasp as each contraction sent a jolt of nerve wracking ecstasy through her mind. He didn't stop licking her though even through the orgasm. He held a hand just below her navel to keep her body slightly steady and continued pushing his long pink tongue deep between her legs, the movement of each lick pulling her flesh along with it, mixing he own lubrication with his saliva. Each lick incited further pleasure pangs, ending in the longest orgasm she'd ever experienced . Even as her body's contractions slowed, his persistent muscular tongue continued providing her the best pleasure she'd felt in her life. No masturbation, no playing, nothing had been remotely like this. And she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more, endlessly more of this shaking pleasure.

He was now alternating between licking and rubbing her with his muzzle, and ragged gasps continued to sound with each motion. In the short minutes that he'd gifted to her, she'd become dependant on him. His touches, his hands and tongue.it was almost an addiction. Thin streams of blood ran down her back and chest, mixing with sweat, and her hand smeared it across the skin as it massaged her flesh.

She could feel another orgasm building, the burning waves of pleasure escalating again, and then he moved his muzzle back down to her completely soaked pussy and pressed his muzzle hard against her, pushing his tongue through the slick muscle, forcing his long, canine tongue inside her. Her rhythmic gasping ceased, replaced by a voiceless ecstasy of pleasure; no more forest, no more shelter, bed or body. Only the thick powerful muscle that was his tongue gliding over the muscle inside her body, tasting the juices and each individual contour of muscle, granting her that agonizing and heavenly pleasure. Her body tensed and clenched up, a hairs breadth away from an climax. She moaned continually unable to speak words; she was about to orgasm, just a tiny bit away, but not tipping over. The pleasure remained at a constant level, constant, it didn't stop. She'd never heard of this, never known it was possible.

As her muscles pulsed in pleasure, He moved his head up along her body, pressing his tongue upward against the inside of her he did so. The motion of his head pulled his tongue out from her, the gasps escalating in her state of tension and climax as his tongue slowly ran over the top of her pussy and clit And then as the tip was drawn from her, he jerked his head up, the tip of the tongue pressed one last time against her clit as his head snapped up, his tongue withdrawing to his grinning mouth. That last bit of stimulation tipped her over, another orgasm wrenching her body. It was even better than the first, and this time a wave of dizziness passed in her mind from the amount of time her body had been held at the edge. She couldn't even make a sound, her body clenched too tightly as the pangs pulsed through her. He was sitting back, slightly cross-legged now, watching the look of her eyes and grinning amicably and lustfully at her. He'd truly enjoyed pleasing her like this, and it showed on her face. As her trembling body relaxed a she breathed in short, shallow panting. He moved over to her side, but as he passed by her waist he reached out a hand and slid it up over her burning pussy, dipping two fingers in before sweeping his hand up to her stomach, the quick contact sending further little pulses through her.

He licked at his fingers as he drew level with her, wanting more of the sweet fluid. It wasn't over though, surely not for him, but not for her either. After several moments, She sat up a little and took hold of his shoulder, kissing him passionately and pulling him down on top of her with her weight. She held his shoulder with one arm and ran the other down his chest and stomach. She could feel the individual muscles in his abdomen, the strong healthy surge of blood beating through his veins, and however intelligent he was, his body was that of a powerful animal, and even after two orgasms she wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than to be fucked and fucked hard by this powerful and muscular animal, She wanted his him inside her, to feel the movement of his muscles as he pushed against her body. She looked down along his stomach and ran her hand lower, touching his erect and red shaft. She gently ran two fingers along it in the shape of a v, more playful than anything. It was hard and moist, slippery. It looked like a canine's but was shaped like a humans, and she absolutely didn't care. All that mattered now was that she wanted him inside her again, wanted him to thrust hard muscle into her body, to feel the pumping of blood and more.

He'd given her much more than she could have ever wanted, and now she wanted him to do what he wanted, to alleviate his own desires. He exhaled with contentment and positioned himself slightly lower, licking once over her breast and up along her neck, lapping up blood. She lightly kissed the side of his muzzle, fully willing for him to go ahead. He'd licked her just as a way of showing his understanding of what she wanted, and also of what he wanted; he was finished with teasing and foreplay.

She kept two fingers touching his erection and smiled in anticipation, his tongue had been so wonderful, and this red muscle was large.

Without any more hesitation he pushed into her, not slow but not very fast either. She felt him exquisitely, pushing against her muscles, rubbing against the flesh inside her. He pushed deep into her, and she'd never felt this full in her life, had never been touched that deep. He drew back and started thrusting gently and at the same time roughly, his red penis glistening with the fluids from inside her body. The speed and force of the thrusting didn't matter to her that much, what mattered was the rapid intensity of tension building inside her from the mere touch of stiff muscle inside her pussy. It rubbed against her lips and inside her, immediately causing the light panting to return. The pleasure returned rapidly, but once it did it built slowly. She wasn't about to climax immediately, not for a bit. His foreplay and tongueplay both were absolutely wonderful, and the amount of time it took for him to stimulate her caused much more pleasure to erupt from her body than natural. But however great it may have been, it was quick. This was slower, giving her time to enjoy the thick muscle pumping in and out of her.

She gave small gasps with every thrust into her, the pleasure building up and her pussy contracting around his cock with small pulses. With very motion he made she felt hot liquid spraying inside her, from the beginning to the end of her pussy. It caused the pulses of pleasure to come on faster, each time the spray hit inside her a little pang spread through her body. He picked up his pace after some short time. She felt absolutely full now, the liquid filling her up. The clear fluid steadily streamed from her lips, coating her thighs and dripping between her rear. It ran over her tailbone, coating the skin in his own fluids. Every time he thrust into her she felt a splash of the slick liquid.

He lay down close to her panting body, which was truly screaming in delight. She could feel the pleasure building up again, already reaching wonderful levels, levels beyond anything she'd felt before he'd begun licking her, and still she didn't feel anything like an orgasm besides the pulses in her. She no longer felt the spray hitting her, but could feel the pool of liquid inside, it's heat radiating out through her entire body.

As he moved over her she felt his fur rub over her skin. It was damp and soft, sweat coating it. She wasn't even sure if it was her sweat or his own. His own mouth opened slightly and a very quiet panting came from him. Then he started thrusting much faster and harder, instantly causing the same orgasmic pleasure to wrack through her body, accompanied by harsh cries. Her sense of composure quickly vanished into oblivion once again. She crossed her arms around his body, raising her legs and wrapping them around his waist also. The angle caused his thrusts to enter her much quicker and her pleasure rapidly escalated. She felt the heavy powerful surge of his blood pulse against her legs and arms. She was practically clenching herself into him, feeling the rise and fall of the muscles of his back, her fingers sinking into his fur and the contours of his back. She tried to pull herself into him with each thrust, tightly squeezing her legs around his back before sliding them down around his own legs. She slid her hands down across his back and over his buttocks, clasping at him there, feeling his tail against her hands with each movement. The position and size of him cock, the liquids inside of her, the pleasure had been built beyond what his tongue had offered, but it wasn't complete yet. Her muscles hadn't tipped over, she hadn't climaxed, but this was so good, so much better than even before. She hugged his body close against hers and with each thrust his rippling muscles and fur slid over her body, over her breasts. She was coated with quick sweat.

And then he was panting audibly, she felt the tension build in her, felt a few heavy contractions start and stop, felt liquid between her legs and the soaked fur of his body. A continuous moaning cry of delight and ecstasy came from chest. She wanted to yell something, to say something, couldn't. Couldn't voice anything as she felt an extremely hot and heavy fluid spray inside her, his thrusting stopped with an audible, sigh and she felt the continuous impact of his come hitting inside, deep inside her pussy, deep from the entire length of his body inside hers. And she went over the edge, her muscles contracting in the third orgasm she'd felt, the third and greatest sensation to yet wrack her body. She almost screamed as the contractions tightly squeezed his cock, white liquid mixing with clear fluid and running out from her pussy, completely filled. The orgasm continued, the seemingly endless spray of his cum keeping it going as he pressed his teeth into her neck with moderate force, the tiny pain further pushing her into the mindless and shattered world of sex.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, a wonderful heaven of eternity, her body slowed and stopped. She could feel the pulsing of his penis inside her as the blood pumped through it, but the spray of cum was over, a large amount of the sticky fluid between her legs, between her rear. His teeth were still closed over her neck and he was panting through the clenched mouth, his chest pressing against hers, the sweat and blood between them making it slide over her a little. It took a full few minutes before either of them wanted to move again. They could still feel the aftermath of ecstasy, the pleasure that had coursed through both their bodies, and it was only after those minutes that it faded enough to permit doing anything else. He finally removed the pressure from her neck, leaving imprints of his teeth. A strand of saliva stretched and broke.

He lay down on her side, still panting, and her arms were still wrapped around him. She turned to the side and the two of them were face to face, lying on their sides, his cock still hard and inside her. His fur was damp and soaked, her skin slippery and moist. They gently kissed, touching each other tongues as the world slowly came back.

Chapter Six: Pleasant Repercussions

She woke up feeling cold and warm at the same time, her returning thoughts immediately recalling their lovemaking.

She quickly noticed that he wasn't besides her, but didn't get up just yet. Rather, she smiled to herself and squeezed her legs together in a slight stretch. Her eyes were still closed as she ran through the recent incidents. How she'd lain in his arms after their heartbeats finally slowed, after he'd pulled out from her streaming body, the fluids still running out from her and neither of them bothering to clean each other off, just content by each others sides.

After much whispering, and after the fire had completely vanished into red embers, he'd cleaned her up in the complete darkness. She was too spent to have another orgasm, but it still felt so refreshing and good to feel his hot tongue licking away the stickiness between her legs. She hadn't even thought of dressing again and the cold had burned her skin again, further adding to her enjoyment of the heat from his licking. It was really nice to be unable to see anything, only to feel his wet tongue against her flesh again.

He'd thoroughly moved over her pussy, between her lips and over her rear. He'd even ran it over far over her tail hole, pulling the flesh slightly as each motion reached her tailbone.

It was after he'd cleaned every inch of her pussy and ass that he'd hugged her again. She would have gratefully returned the favor, but he'd preferred to do it himself.sometime later in the night. After a long time in his embrace the time in between her whispers grew longer, slowly and comfortably falling asleep in his arms, her cheek against his chest.

As her thoughts turned back to the present she realized something was missing. Something different that had awoken her. She opened her eyes and looked out to the now open entrance, seeing only the gray light of early morning. The rain had stopped. That was it..The sound of falling water had become accustomed to her mind and with it's cessation she'd awoken.

The fire was blazing high again, and only a few feet out from the shelter she saw him moving around, several branches tucked under an arm. She smiled in appreciation one more time and sat up.

He'd draped her in her own jacket, laying it across her torso. That was why she'd felt the strange feeling of warmth and coolness. Her legs and arms had been exposed to the open air. The air still felt nice against her skin as the jacket slid off her body and onto the bed. She sat still for a moment, slightly tired and sleepy. Then, smiling, she reached down and ran the tips of her fingers lightly over her pussy. Just once, constantly focused on last night, hardly able to think of something else. After several moments she tossed her jacket up over her shoulders, not zipping it up, and started searching for the rest of her clothes.

He stepped inside as she was pulling on her panties, still showing the remnants of sweat and liquid sex. He was soaked in water, large drops gathering at the tips of his matter fur and whiskers. He'd probably gone out in the rain getting wood, but wet as he may be he was smiling. He nodded his head to her, quietly saying, "Fresh Morning."

She responded with a simple positive "Mmm." and started pulling on her jeans as he stacked the wood he'd gathered in the already large pile.

He stacked up all the branches he held but one, which was small enough to place on the fire without breaking it. After this he simply lay down on his side right besides the fire, looking into the licking flames. She finished clothing herself but left her socks and shoes off, walking over to him barefoot. She lay down in front of him, but besides his feet so as not to interrupt him, and looked at the fire along with him. The heat was actually pretty intense this close, hot enough to make her cover her torso with the jacket. She heard the soft thumping of his tail behind her; he steadily swung it from side to side, the fur making a quiet noise against the floor. She realized that he was drying himself off as well as laying around. His fur probably insulated him from the heat of the flames, but she eventually just turned over so she was facing him instead, the heat now against her back. His kind eyes gazed at the fire quiet intently, and not really knowing what to say she closed her eyes again, laying her head on an arm. Without even quiet realizing it, she slowly started to fall asleep again. It was still very early in the morning, and from all the love last night.

Her lips unconsciously twitched, the corners turning upward as the steady thumping of his tail lulled her deeper to sleep.

But she never did fully fall sleep again, just into the semi-darkness between the dream world, and the real world. Soon though, she felt the back of his hand gently stroke against her neck and sleepily opened her eyes. He was lying on his stomach, head propped up an arm and gently waking her. His previously matted fur was relatively dry, but the wonderful color still somewhat darker from moisture.

She rolled over a little so she was facing him on her side, arm splayed out towards the fire and her head on the shoulder. He smiled slightly, black lips pulling back and up in the joyful canine expression. He spoke quietly, and a little slowly, as if he himself was fatigued. His voice was calm and serene though, slightly hoarse or not. "I didn't like to wake you up this early, but there's a small complication which needs to be taken care of now."

She opened her eyes a little wider, and rolled over on her stomach, lifting her head up to look at him directly. He spoke again, "When you feel like it, you'll soon need to go back. People are going to start missing you soon.father or not."

An instant moment of regret harshly squeezed her stomach. No way was she going to leave here. Not now. He was the first person she really qualified as friend.her only real friend. The first and only person she'd made love with, and the only person she really cared about as if he were family. Nah-uh, no way.

She didn't want to respond though, didn't want to even discuss the possibility. She rolled over again, this time on her back, shifting so her head was lying right besides his chest. She took a small breath and shut her eyes again, gently reaching out a hand over his abdomen. After a few seconds he took her wrist in his own hand. A recent memory ran through her mind, the quick and sudden pain of his grip over her wrist. The almost as instant release.and that jolt she'd felt.

His hold on her wrist was as gentle as could be, his warm skin holding her palm against his fur. Then he lay down right next to her, she felt him close enough to feel the warmth from his body. She opened her eyes again , rolling up on her side to run her hand over his ribs. He slowly let go of her wrist slowly and slowly brushed his fingers over her sternum, between her jacket. Then she brought her hand over under his arm and behind him, pulling him over gently and rolling so he was above her. A very slow and quiet playing began, the two of them gently rubbing each other, sometime rolling together, other times moving under or above each other. Her jacket got in the way, so she took it off. It never really got sexual though, it was just a slow playful romping, sometimes hugging each other close.

Hands ran over warm places, gently massaged the muscle of a back or slowly traveled over a tail.

She lay on her back, wrapped her arms around his chest and held him close. Getting a little caught in the moment she moved her head over to his wrist by her neck and gave a small lick, just wanting to run her tongue over him. She wanted to go farther than that, to taste his sexual body, but not enough to break the playing. He moved a hand underneath her shoulder and pulled her up, ending up with the both of them against a wall by the fire, where she just lay her head on his side, his arm around her.

Very softly, her voice almost not even taking form, she whispered, "I don't want to go back. I'm not going to leave." She actually felt a slight burning in her eyes. She really didn't want to go, not away from him.

He was honestly surprised, his triangular ears pricking up and he looked into her eyes. He leaned in close, his black nose almost touching hers, and asked a very simple and quiet question, "Why? Just come back whenever you want to."

As her poorly thinking mind finally understood what he'd meant by leaving, she brought her arm across his chest and hugged him, slowly standing up. He stood up along with her, his own arms around her body. She looked into those golden eyes and hugged herself as tight to him as she could, his tail pressing down and around his leg. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut from simple love, head over his shoulder. He slowly moved his head down, and affectionately licked the back of her neck.