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Disclaimer: M/M furry sex, if you are not old enough then don't get caught. (But you are still allowed to enjoy), please write comments because I love to hear from readers and other writers about how I can make my writing better. Thanx. It started as a dream. As most of Jesse's dreams go, this one started out like all the rest. It always began with the orange and black feline writhing in the arms of another fur. Most of the time it was some nameless tan husky. Their rigid shafts would grind together, each soaking the other in its pre. Shivers of pleasure would course through the tiger's spine as the anonymous husky would take him into a deep kiss, their maws dovetailing together as though God had intended it so. Moans and groans would echo and reverberate across some unidentifiable room as the two furs would continue their make out session on silver satin sheets. Jesse could feel his fur drenched in his sweat as the heat that the pair of furs radiated could have boiled water. Instead it just boiled their passion. Jesse the tiger could taste the saliva of the husky's maw, a blend of earthy bitterness and heavenly sweetness. Similar to the taste of carrots and honey. To most, that combination would seem awful, but to Jesse, there in that dream, it was heaven. As the husky broke away from his kiss, a strand of saliva would connect the two males. The lithe tiger would smile abashedly while glimpsing down at the husky's towering pink rod grind against the tiger's veined and barbed shaft, and a blush lit through the tiger's white fur on his cheeks. The husky would always blink at him, his hazel eyes always showing off a mixture of love and lust, but the canine would never say a word. Instead he would draw Jesse into a deeper kiss that would eventually entangle their tongues and as a light-saber battle was waged within the dueling muzzles Jesse, who's paw was always wet with pre-seed would fondle the husky's orbs, who in turn always let out a dull baritone moan. As the feline would administer upon the husky's shaft, the canine would twist his body so that he would start sucking upon the tiger's left nipple and would start pinching the tigers left. Of course this action put electric jolts through Jesse's skin and he would yip like a little bitch, (he never told his friends that part), and would groan as the pressure began to build in his cock. As everything goes in dreams, the husky twisted his body yet again, (dream canine's are surprisingly flexible), and moved his head to take in the full length of the barbed cock that the tiger possessed. Jesse felt his meat being devoured by the warm damp throat and a purr began to build up in his throat as the canine, devoid of any teeth, (another attribute of dream canines), worked wonders on the tiger dick. Warm tingly sensations, like the sun coating you in its warm rays, began to swirl in a vortex around Jesse's crotch. As he continued to pump the slickened cock with his orange, black, and white paw, Jesse could smell the imminent pungent scent wafting through his nostrils as he let loose a roar. Along with this roar, came eleven hot thick sticky white ropes of tiger seed which the dream husky managed to perfectly gulp down, no seed trickling from the side of his muzzle and coating the tan fur in spunk, and the tiger let out a satisfied purr and sigh. The husky would then lift the striped legs to his shoulders and positioned his slickened pink shaft at the position of Jesse's rear entrance. Now, at this point in time in the dream, Jesse the tiger would usually wake up and discover that he had climaxed into his red and blue polka-dotted boxers. However, this is where his dream became different. He didn't wake up. The tan husky plunged his slickened cock all the way into the feline's tailhole, and even though Jesse was a virgin in reality, the pain he felt was all too real. It felt as if someone had shoved a hot poker up his pucker, and he was about to be split in two. His rear immediately clamped up, trying to drive away the foreign implement. However, after a while, the pain died down to a dull murmur and the tiger could smell the husky's arousal as the canine's knot started to form. Every time that the meat pulled out, leaving the tip in of course, a wave of pleasure coursed its way through Jesse's veins Every time the throbbing husky cock would push back in, the tiger's eyes would open wide as a little bit of pain bit into the feline's spine but then it would dull down and send twice as much pleasure, which ran rampant through the tiger's mind. As the husky pounded the virgin ass, which felt all too real for Jesse, the knot kept keeping the full length from entering into the pucker of the feline. However it didn't last long as the knot slammed home, and locked the husky and the tiger together. Jesse felt a whole new kind of pain as his world nearly split in two with the bulbous intrusion. The husky let out a low long howl as he filled up the feline with spurt after spurt of spunk. After all was said and done and the husky was spent, the canine leaned down to give his tiger a kiss. Jesse craned his neck forward to catch a kiss from the unknown husky, but it never came. As suddenly as the sex started, the husky faded in smoky vapors, leaving the husky alone on the silken bed. As is like most dreams, the scenery decided to pull a fast one and instantly switch to a different environment. Jesse the tiger now found himself in the middle of a street in an unfamiliar city, (which is not all that strange, considering it is a dream). There was traffic all around on the streets, honking from frustrated drivers who were irritated about the naked tiger standing in the middle of the road. Myriads of trees dotted the landscape and sidewalk, some growing in the middle of the street, others growing out of the sides of the buildings. Birds, (the non-anthro kind) chirped in the air as the sweltering sun shone obnoxiously down upon the skyscrapers gracing the city. A gentle breeze passed by and Jesse felt a cold draft down in his nether regions and realized as he casually looked down that he didn't have any clothes on. A deep blush rushed to the white parts of his body, and a moment later he was wearing khaki cargo shorts and t-shirt of his all time favorite band, the Twilite Breed. Although Jesse was a tiger, he didn't have a large body like the majority of his species. He inherited his mother's litheness, (she's a lynx, in case you were wondering). Jesse, using cat like reflexes, moved off of the street and out of the way of all of the vehicles. The roaring sounds of traffic picked up and all of the automobiles on the street picked up at a rapid rate. The feline glanced at the street sign on the nearest corner and read the name of the intersection. Fate Boulevard and Fate Avenue. "Okay," Jesse thought, "That's not weird at all." (Bow before the tiger's mastery of sarcasm). The feline's attention soon shifted from the street sign to the store he stood on front of. The insignia on the glass windows was shaped like an octagon inscribed within a circle, with a sword vertically piercing both geometric shapes through the center. Jesse glance up to read the name of the store. It read: This is your destiny, Jesse. The tiger was unnerved but figure it must be part of some message his subconscious is trying to get across. Right beside the store was an alleyway where a fortune teller had set up a table. A silver vixen, age untellable, stood on the far side of the table, peering over a crystal ball. She was arrayed in pink and purple garments with silver trim and her eyes shone an eerie color of pale indigo. She looked up at the apprehensive fur before her, and beckoned him closer. "Come here child, and I will tell you your future. Madam Sylvia knows all things, past, present and future." The vixen spoke with a faint European accent which the tiger couldn't place. (It's the same cheesy accent that all fortune tellers have in the movies). Jesse put up his paws and shrugged his shoulders saying, "Sorry, ma'am, I don't have any money." A silver paw reached out and gestured the young feline forward. "It does not matter. Your destiny is yours. It isn't mine to sell you. I will reveal what you are for free." "What I am? What do you mean by what? Aren't you supposed to say you will tell me who I am, or some shit like that?" The tiger was beginning to feel uneasy and he felt incline to start walking away, but his dream had different plans. He was pulled toward the crafty vixen as if he was made out of metal and she was holding the world's strongest, (and smallest) magnet. "What I mean, child," the fox spoke, undisturbed by the tiger's impudent remark. "Is dat you're destined for great things. Let me see your left paw." With a snap of her fingers, the tiger's paw jumped on its own volition and into the waiting vixen's outstretched paw. She had a very strong grip, like a steel vice and Jesse couldn't struggle free as the Madam Sylvia turned his paw over to look at his palm. "Ahahaha, yes," she sighed, relieved. You are indeed da one." Jesse rolled his eyes and sighed. He might as well play the part of the naïve fool so he can get on with this weird dream. "And what do you mean by that, oh wise and all knowing one", (he's being facetious, for those that didn't catch it), "what do you mean by I am the one." A quick light glinted through the vixen's eyes as she grinned mischievously. "It means that you are the chosen of light, one of the servants of the Earth, and your destiny awaits, should you choose to accept it." As she said this she pulled out a longsword that lacked a guard. The handle was 6 inches and was made out of what, disturbing enough, looked like bone. The blade itself was 3 and ½ feet long, with a base width 1 and ¼ inches and tapered to a lethal point. Both edges of the blade glinted with the razor sharpness only found on scalpels and some writers' wit. Madam Sylvia placed the sword on the table in front of Jesse, who glanced at it suspiciously. "Dis is your destiny, child " the vixen continued. "De chaos weapon of light, Angel's Fang." The vixen motioned for the feline to pick up the sword. Finally, after what seemed an epoch of struggle, the tiger managed to wrench his paw free and he took a couple steps back his paw nearly grazing the whizzing high speed vehicles behind him. "And what if I don't choose to accept it? Huh? There isn't nothing you can do to force me to face anything." "If you don't accept who and what you are?" the vixen repeated, a wicked smile spreading across her face, unnaturally curving until all of her teeth came into sight. "Then you, everyone you know and all of the world will perish, and the Earth will be cast into the abyss of agony and despair." At that she let out a hideous cackle that echoed loudly throughout the dream city as the vixen's face began to distort and melt away, leaving only a skeleton for a face, still grinning wickedly. The rest of her body was still intact, but the fox's skull kept on cackling and the dream turned from day tonight. The fortune teller vanished in an implosion of eerie green light and Jesse turned around to go across the street to get away from the vixen. But there was no street. Where there had been cars only moments before now existed a rushing raging river that relentlessly pulsed through the middle of downtown, violently crashing through the lethal rocks that stuck up from beneath the surface. All of the trees that had been so carelessly planted were all dead, barren and twisted into menacing and sinister shapes, their sharp branches jutting at all sorts of angles. Along the ground were littered the corpses of birds, (again, the non-anthro kind). Bluish lightning flashed through the darkened sky and the wind whipped from a gentle breeze into a mighty wail as it tore glass panes off of the sky scrapers and sent them crashing all about. Thunder roared in the background, and it had the distinct sound of tortuous screams as the azure lightning briefly lit up the darkened night. The crisp disgusting smell of sulfur reeked through the air and burned Jesse's nostrils as he found himself once again, without clothing, ( a much preferred version, I must say). From across the torrent of water an oval of irritating orange-red light appeared from nowhere and started to expand. As it continued to expand, a scaly black hand emerged and grabbed onto the side of the expanding portal. A similar hand, adorned in scales and tipped with wickedly curved black claws grabbed on to the other side, speeding up the expansion of the orange portal. As it continued to stretch a head emerged and Jesse almost lost whatever dinner he had eaten that night before he went to bed. The creature could only be described as a demon. Where its eyes should have been, it had two large gaping sockets filled with the souls of trapped furs, reaching out ghostly paws for freedom. Its mouth curved up like a jack-o-lantern, blood stained incisors the only apparent teeth in its mouth. A horn on each side of his head curled around like a ram's, but there were serrated spirals on the horns. The rest of its head was made up of brackish scales that glistened in slime and a pungent stench emanated from the demon that made the sulfur odor appealing. The portal expanded to the size of a large complex and the rest of the demon's body was able to get through. The head was attached by a small neck, also covered in scales to a spider like body. Eight hairy legs lifted off of the ground and were totally out of proportion with the head. There was no body. The head was just connected to the legs. It swung its head in the direction of the now petrified tiger, who's only sign of life was the constant trembling of his striped legs. "Well, well, well." (Yes, it's classic villain dialogue. So sue me.) "What have we here? A tasty morsel to add to my collection. Come here, little snack and meet some of my friends. They'd be delighted if you'd join them." (Apparently, the demon didn't need eyes to see Jesse). Jesse didn't move a muscle. Not that he could. So the demon decided to scurry on over, making an effort to devour yet another living soul. Just then, from the depths of the darkness the vixen's voice shouted out, "Run, Jesse, run." Apparently, that was all the encouragement he needed. His legs started moving on their own accord and as he moved, husky seed dripped out of his ass and ran down his legs. (Who knew that that was still in his ass?). Suddenly the scenery shifted again and the tiger found himself in a wide park of the same city, for he could vaguely make out the same skyscrapers in the background. He plopped to the ground, his energy spent, and he thought he outran Mr. Spider Demon. He thought wrong. Spider appeared out of nowhere and one of his front legs transformed into a black looking spike which he lifted up and then brought down upon the defeated tiger. "And now," Spider said, "You die!" And then the spiked leg made contact. It made contact with giant brown double edged war axe that was larger than Jesse's head. The collision let off a blast of energy that manifested into a yellow light as the spider demon was repelled and pushed back a couple feet. The axe remained unharmed, as did the cloaked figure wielding it. Jesse didn't know who the cloaked fur was, but somehow he felt really familiar to him, like he had known him for a long time, and the tiger trusted him. The demon let out a roar as its dinned was spoiled. "Damn you. What are you doing here, you bastard. This was my catch. Mine, I tell you. Mine." A deep resonant voice echoed from beneath the hood. "Kazikan." The demon's headed twisted to the side, as if involuntarily when the hooded figure spoke its name. "Kazikan, you won't win. You and your ilk have no power here, nor will you ever. As long as one fur retains love and purity in their hearts, then hope for this world will live on and you and your brothers will never reign supreme." At that the cloaked figure flung off his cloak to reveal the fur beneath. At just a tad above six inches tall, the tan husky stood resilient against the embodiment of evil that threatened to stink 'til kingdom come. Jesse just gaped as the husky from his dreams was here again, and this time he spoke, and he liked him even more. The demon just let out a wicked cackle as its legs recovered from the first attempt of attack. "You speak boldly, servant, but you stand alone. You are no match for me without the aid of your friends and I will prove it. Now both of you will die," the demon said as it reared itself for attack. "And I will have both of your souls." The husky lifted his war axe horizontally and took the extended shaft in both paws. A faint yellow light glowed around the husky as he quietly muttered an inaudible chant. Then the demon charged and as he did so, the canine swung his axe over his head and brought it into the ground screaming out "Grave...Robber. Where the glowing axe hit the earth, a fissure appeared and quickly spread along the ground towards the oncoming demon, a dull rumbling echoing from beneath the ground. When the fissure and the demon met, hundreds of jagged crags of earth came piercing out of the ground and penetrated the demon from every possible angle. The demon let out an unearthly scream and as the crags of earth crumbled, so too did Spider. Jesse stood up trembling as he walked to the side of the canine of his dreams, but the husky's concentration was undivided upon the carcass of the Spider demon. From within eight miniature spider demon's came scurrying out, each the size of a Hummer. Spider 1 cackled gleefully as it chattered in a high pitched voice, "As we said, servant, you are no match for us without your companion's. Your struggling is futile. For we shall win in the end, and the demons shall inherit this earth and they will make it into their liking." The husky just chuckled quietly until Spider 4 interrupted, "What do you think is so funny, servant? You impending doom?" The husky just smiled as his deep voice, albeit quiet, could be heard by everyone present. "What I find amusing is that you all think I came alone." And that is when it happened. From one of the nearby trees another cloaked figure jumped out and gracefully landed in the park sending an arrow through Spider 4 from the sapphire bow that she was wielding. A calm and fluid voice chanted from beneath the cloak and a moment later she audibly said, "River Rush." And a giant torrent of water appeared out of thin air and pulsed through Demons 1 and 8, smashing them to little spider bits. The rest of the demons started to scurry away, but were headed off by yet another cloaked figure, (they must come from the woodworks or something). This one had gauntlets and greaves of flaming metal attached to his limbs as he shouted in a very enthusiastic and violent tone, "Ahhhahaha, come to me. I will tear you up into little tiny pieces, and then feed you to your mothers. Ahahahahaha." This figure moved with frightening speed as he teleported around the park smashing with his limbs Spiders 2, 5, and 6. Spiders 3 and 7 ran into each other and fused to form another big Spider demon, but that didn't last long as the husky's war axed cleaved the demon in two. Then in a hurry, the three mysterious figures gathered up all the remains and joined in a circle around them and started chanting. Blue, red and yellow light radiated off of their different weapons. The light coalesced into a shining ball of rainbow light and shriveled up all of the remains of all of the Spider demons into nothingness. The figure carrying the aqua bow walked over to the husky and said calmly, with a melodious voice, "Well, that takes care of that." And as she said that, the area began to return to normal, as if the darkness had never appeared and no one was any the wiser. The husky turned to look at Jesse and their eyes connected. Hazel eyes met orange eyes, (yes, orange isn't a natural eye color), and then... Jesse woke up in his bed. And his boxers were soaked with his seed. Jesse swore and looked up at the alarm clock that was less than two inches from his face, glaring red digits that signaled it was 5:53 A.M. The tiger swore again as he curled up beneath the two blankets that supplied him with pacifying warmth as he turned over on his makeshift bed, the floor. Aside from a pair of blue-jean shorts and a Hawaiian shirt the rest of his room was bare, imprints on the carpet indicating where furniture had once made its home. The ceiling fan rotated lazily, sending a draft of cold air down to the tiger, which resulted in him trying to hide even more beneath the thick blankets that supplied the satisfying sensation know n to the masses as warmth. As much as he tried to shut his eyes and reunite with his dream husky, he knew there wasn't much probability that he'd fall asleep before his kid brother would come bounding into the room and so graciously wake him up from his slumber. So being a proactive feline, Jesse through aside the covers to reveal his stained boxers, still wet with his spunk, and lazily rolled onto his stomach. Summoning all of the strength in his body, he managed to stand and adjust the barbed shaft that jutted from his fly. He sluggishly put on his clothes, (though he looks better without them), and he navigated the labyrinth of hallways that led to the kitchen. "Good morning sunshine," a lynx called sweetly as she swatted his rump with an egg covered spatula. Ready for the move today?" "Mmmmmmph," was Jesse's reply as he dropped down into a chair at the kitchen table, a piece of toast sliding down his throat. "I'll take that as a yes." The older male tiger at the table glanced at the slouching 17 year old tiger through his glasses. "I'm going to need you and James to help carry the last load to the Rendezvous." (Yes, the sibling's names our Jesse and James. The parent's were feeling rather cruel when naming their offspring). "The box is really heavy and might take some muscle to lift." "Mmmph," again the tiger said as he drained down half a glass of ambrosia, a.k.a. orange juice. As he was enjoying one of the few pleasures associated with the partaking of breakfast, a green blur of feline frenzy pounced around the table like a hyperactive bouncy ball. Closing his eyes and sighing with thoughts of 'why me', Jesse flung out his hand and caught the thirteen year old green lynx-tiger by the collar of his shirt. Once James's momentum had been stopped by the enemy forces, (his brother), he collapsed to the ground in fake defeat, playing dead as he was shot from multiple angles by the invisible allies of his brother. The female lynx, the mother of the brother's walked in with a plate full of scrambled eggs, applewood bacon, maple sausage and honey-wheat English muffins buttered and spread with raspberry preserves. She set the huge steaming plate down on the table, and two seconds later after a blur of orange and green, three contented felines reclined in chairs patting sated stomachs. Mrs. Butcher tsked as she removed the plate from the table, careful not to get her paw bitten off by the rabid brood that happened to replace her family. "Come on," the lynx said. "We'd better get going if we're going to meet the movers." The patriarch, Jim Butcher, got up from the table and signaled his sons to move the heavy box towards the family vehicle. James, the youngling of the family speedily ran over to the box, a giant dust trail churning in his wake, (I kid you not). Summoning all the strength of a feline going through puberty, James managed to move the box about an inch or two, then collapsed exhausted over the container filled with books. Jesse just shook his head as he walked over and picked up the box, brother and all. (Don't ask me where he got the strength from, for I have no idea). As the tiger carried the ensemble out to the car, he turned around to take one last look at the townhouse where he had spent the majority of his childhood. Memories of all the times he spent in that house and in this city flooded through Jesse's mind. All the times he was bullied at school, all the times he had to run from those close-minded furs who threatened to take his life, the tiger blinked and turned around, continuing to the car. He wouldn't miss this house, or this city one bit. He had a chance for a fresh start at a new school in a new city. His father had just accepted a big promotion as the chief engineer at a power plant in Jacksonville, Florida. So not only would the feline get a chance to make friends all over again and this time be more discreet about his sexuality, but there was the added bonus of cheaper orange juice. Score! As the Rendezvous pulled out of the driveway and started making its way to the new two story home that the Butcher family would occupy, Jesse closed his eyes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. A car door slammed shut as James crawled across the tiger's lap, pulling him fitfully from temporary nirvana. As Jesse the tiger shook all of the sleep away from his mind he trudged out of the car and started unloading all of the boxes from the back. The mover's had yet to arrive, so Mr. Butcher took the boys into the house to pick out their rooms. Inside, it was like a mansion. It was a vast spacious two story house with a winding stair case from the sixties. Out back a large pool took up most of the yard, its crystal blue water reflecting light off of the surface. Mrs. Butcher shouted from out front, "Jesse, come out here and meet the new neighbors. They have a son bout your age." The tiger begrudgingly made his way out front to see three furs standing next to his mother. The female had grey fur, gold glittering from piercings in her ears and an African dress wrapped around her as if it were a toga. The older male had dark brown fur, blue eyes and wore an expensive looking tailor made suit. But it was their son that caught the tiger's attention. Standing at a tad over six feet, his hazel eyes immediately connected with the tiger's orange pupils and Jesse could almost feel his heart stop as he was looking at the tan husky from his dreams. (yeah, I didn't see it coming either).