A Brief Relief
#6 of Chronicles of Sonic Fox
This story is rated "Y" for Yiffy. Reader discretion is advised. I sat in the middle of a field, resting my head on my mother's lap and gazing into the clear blue sky. My mother reached down and stroked her hand over my head, smiling down at me. My father sat down next to her, draping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a small kiss on the lips. I giggled as they kissed, finding the concept gross. "Oh ho, you think that's weird, huh?" my father said as he rose to his feet. Before I could react, he picked me up with both hands and held me at arm's length, spinning me around and around. My father, mother, and I all laughed as we spent the entire day in the field; there had never been such a wonderful day as this. There was a sudden flash of lightning and a boom of thunder, causing me to shut my eyes in fear. When I opened them, my parents were gone, leaving me all alone in the field. The wind picked up, blowing hard as clouds formed overhead, blocking out the sun and sky. The clouds above shifted and changed, forming what looked like eight hooded figures staring down at me. My nerves left me and I ran, sprinting across the field and searching frantically for my parents. As the clouds became darker, the visibility became poorer until everything was pitch black; I could barely see my hands and feet, let alone the ground. I stopped running to catch my breath, panting hard as I tried to keep myself from breaking down and crying. Suddenly, from somewhere in the darkness, I heard a loud growl. I froze, terrified to move from my spot, shaking uncontrollably in the dark. "Mom," I sobbed, tears flowing down my eyes, "Dad? Please, help me." Another growl sounded from the darkness, this time much louder and closer than before. I dropped to my knees and held myself, the terror making feel nauseous. "Help," I muttered, sobbing as quietly as possible. The growls became more frequent and more audible with each passing second; I could hear a deep, ragged panting noise in the dark, echoing from all directions. I shut my eyes tight, crying as the growls grew in volume, wishing my parents were with me. I sniffed and opened my eyes; the growling had stopped. I shivered and slowly rose to my feet, trying regain my balance after huddling close to the ground. Nervously, I started to turn around in an attempt to walk away as quietly as I could. I turned my head and screamed as a large black wolf lunged at me, it's piercing eyes and sharp fangs blotting out my vision.
I woke up with a short scream, bolting up into a sitting position in my bed. I glanced left and right, seeing nothing but my dark room; it was all a dream, or rather a nightmare. I shook for a few minutes, then I snarled angrily and gripped my pillow with my claws tightly; with a loud shout, I threw my pillow against the wall, causing it to unzip and spew out its fluff. I panted heavily and placed my head in my hands, feeling dried tears on my cheeks. For the past few nights I have been experiencing horrible nightmares, some involving my parents while others centered on The Remnant or the wolf. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally; I couldn't go on like this. I needed to get away from everything; I had to go somewhere to relax without any threats of The Remnant, the wolf, or anything else. I decided to leave tomorrow, to go to a random dimension and just rest my worried mind. I would tell Gene the next day and ask him to watch the ship while I was gone; I'm sure he'll understand if I mention I want to go alone. I'll leave in the afternoon, and I won't bring my armor, sword, or gun; with my power, I won't really need them any way. On one hand, it was a risk, but I couldn't keep going on with mission after mission with no down time; besides, this would Gene could explore Compass City on his own, and I could tour another dimension for a day or two.
I walked out of the small alley where the portal had opened and closed, double checking to make sure no one saw me. Satisfied, I moved out of the alley and onto a busy city street. I had randomly opened a portal, something I've never done before, and ended up in an urban setting. As I decided the previous day, I did not take any equipment with me and wore some street clothes I managed to pick up from a previous dimension. My only concern was whether or not blue anthros were common or not; thankfully, as I merged into the crowds, no one gawked at me or anything. I relaxed and began to tour the city, checking in some of the stores to see what the time was and get my internal clock set; it was only 10:30 A.M., giving me the whole day to do whatever I wanted. For an hour or so, I just walked the streets, gazing at the tall buildings and peeking into shops, restaurants, and bars. Even though I had the chance to unwind, I really didn't know how to go about doing so. Suddenly, someone pumped into me, pushing me backwards a few steps while they fell to the ground. "Ouch," a young, light gray cat uttered as she sat on the ground, rubbing her leg. "Oh God," I exclaimed, kneeling in front of her and offering my hand, "I'm so sorry, Miss; I should've been looking where I was going. I'm so sorry." "Forget it," the cat mumbled, sounding a little upset. As soon as she grasped my hand, I hoisted her up onto her feet with a quick tug. While she dusted herself off, I continued to apologize frantically. "I'm really sorry. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you badly, did I?" "I'm fine," the cat muttered, gazing at her wrist watch. "Damn! I'm going to be late, again!" Without another word, the cat dashed off into the crowd, disappearing from my sight before I could say anything. Sighing heavily, I walked down the street, paying more attention to my path. I couldn't help but think of the cat I knocked over; she was young, but had to be an adult judging from her size. The cat was very attractive, but seemed rather sad; I had a sudden sensation of déjà vu, taking me back to a time before I remembered who and what I was. Hands in my pockets and eyes looking ahead, I continued to circle the city, trying to clear my head of the numerous difficulties that plagued my life.
I walked out of the movie theatre, thoroughly entertained by the box office hit "When Pigs Fly"; I had no clue who the actors were or what the critics of this dimension thought of it, but it managed to put a smile on my face many times. Chuckling to myself as I remembered a particularly hilarious scene, I turned down a small dark alley way next to the theatre, moving away from the massive crowd that billowed out of the movie theatre. The alley was dimly lit and empty, seeming to go on for quite a ways and filled with many labyrinth like twists and turns. From around the corner, I could hear a few low voices and the muffled shrieks of a woman; without hesitation, moved as quickly and quietly to the corner and peeked around to see the source of the commotion. A few feet away, three bull dogs had a cat in their clutches; two held her arms and covered her mouth while the other, a fairly large canine in means of girth, held a switch blade in one paw as he groped the cat with the other. "Oh yeah," the large bull dog growled, "Kitty's really gonna get her pussy pounded tonight, guys!" The other two laughed at their friend's remark, rubbing their crotches into the cat's hips and licking her cheeks. As I watched, I felt a fire build in my chest; I hated to see women get roped into situations like this, and I damn sure wasn't going to let these mutts be an exception to a great personal rule of mine. Before I made my move, a bizarre sensation washed over me; the heat that had flickered throughout my torso seemed to cool down, and my demeanor had become more nonchalant. With a small smirk and relaxed stance, I casually walked around the corner and strolled towards the deviants. "Well what do you know," I said loud enough for the dogs to hear me, "Three dogs are about to bother a cat in a dark alley; haven't you sons of bitches heard of a little thing called innovation?" All three bull dogs turned to face in my direction, a little surprised by my sudden appearance. "Who the hell are you?" the biggest bull dog remarked, pointing his switchblade at me. "I suggest you run along and go find some chickens to steal, foxy, cause we're not in the mood for some discolored vulpine to start acting like a hero." The other two canines snarled, gripping the cat's arms tightly and causing her to gasp in pain. "Last chance," I said with a smile, "Drop the feline and go back to the pound you came from, mutts." "That's it," the big bull dog snarled storming towards me, "I'm gonna rip your tail off and use your fur to line my jacket." I simply stood still as the angry canine came at me, switchblade brandished menacingly; just a few more steps plus one false move equals one punished puppy. The bull dog took two more steps and then lashed out with his knife, aiming for my eyes. I ducked below his swing and rammed my head into his gut, feeling the air whoosh out of him like a whoopee cushion. As the mutt doubled over, I brought my knee up and crashed it into his knife-wielding hand, sending the blade spinning up into the air and landing somewhere in a pile of garbage bags. Grinning, I brought my elbow down on the back of his head, sending the canine to ground hard. As the bull dog tried to rise, I raised my foot up and stomped down on his hand; the mutt screamed in pain as his bones cracked underneath my foot and his flesh ground into the rough concrete. The other two bull dogs, seeing their friend in trouble, flung the cat to one side and ran towards me; the feline picked herself up off the ground and ran behind a dumpster, peeking out to see what would happen. One of the dogs managed to reach me before the other and attempted some half-assed karate kick; idiot. I grabbed his leg before his foot made contact with me and spun around once, yanking him off his other foot and whirling him around like a rag doll. The other dog tried to stop before he got too close, but before he could come to a halt, I flung his screaming friend into him, causing the two of them to tumble onto the ground in on top of one another. I stood still, waiting to see if any of them were dumb enough to try and get up; luckily for them, they didn't. Eager for more humiliation, I grabbed each one of the whimpering mutts and tossed them into the dumpster the cat was hiding behind one by one, slamming the lid shut and sliding a broken metallic rod in the rings on the lid to keep them inside. Calming down, I slowly walked around to where the cat was hiding; the feline looked up at me, frightened by what she had just witnessed. "It's okay," I said gently, extending my hand to her, "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you alright?" The cat stared at me for a moment, then cautiously took my hand in hers and allowed me to help her onto her feet. "Thank you," she said quietly. "Did they hurt you at all," I inquired, "Do you need to go to the hospital or anything?" The cat shook her head. "N-no, I'm fine; just a little...hey, aren't you that fox that bumped into me earlier today?" I stared at her, wondering what she was talking about before the answer hit me like a speeding car; this was the same cat I accidently knocked over when I first came here. "Oh, it is you," I said, slapping my hand to my forehead, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you." "It's alright," the cat said with a small smile. There came some soft banging noises from the dumpster, causing the cat to jump. "What should we do about them? We can't leave them in there." "Do you have a phone?" I asked. "I did, but those guys broke it. But one of them dropped theirs when they let go of me," she said as she pulled out a small cell phone. I took the cell phone and dialed 911, hoping that the emergency number in this dimension was the same as the one back on Earth. "Hello," a female voice sounded through the earpiece, "This is the emergency hot line; what is your emergency?" "Hello," I murmured, "I just witnessed three bull dogs harassing a cat in the back alley of the Star Struck movie theatre; they threatened her with a knife and tried to do God knows what. Some vigilante just appeared and locked all three dogs in a dumpster while the cat got away." "Stay calm, sir," the female voice responded, "Help is on the way." I hung up and dropped the phone next to the dumpster. "Come on, let's leave." "Wait, shouldn't we stay here?" the cat asked worriedly. "The cops will come and get rid of these guys; you don't need to hang around just to be interrogated. Besides, this was really traumatic and I want to make sure you'll be alright." I held out my hand once more, smiling at the light gray cat. The cat stood still, possibly wondering about the consequences of following a stranger after what just happened, and then gently took my hand. Keeping the cat close to me, the two of us walked out of the alley way and back into the well lit city street. We walked for a few minutes before I spotted a café; it had been awhile since I had eaten anything decent. "Are you hungry, Miss?" "A little, yes," the cat replied nervously as she walked alongside with me to the door, "My name's Maria, but everyone calls me Mist." I opened the door and held it open for her. "Nice to hear your name; the name's Nikolas, but friends call me Nik." Mist smiled and sat down in a booth not four feet from the door; I took my place on the opposite side, grabbing a small menu and looking at what looked good enough to eat. It was quite for the first few minutes, but after we ordered and received our food, I managed to strike up a conversation with the cat. "So, what do you do for a living?" I asked before sipping my coffee. "Oh, nothing special," said Mist, sounding a little down hearted. "Well, do you make enough money? Do you live anywhere special?" "Just an ordinary apartment," Mist muttered, staring at her soup. "You seem really down," I remarked, "I know you were attacked, but I don't think that's the real reason." Mist sighed and sipped a spoonful of hot soup. "I've been having a lot of problems; work, money, the apartment, and a whole bunch of other things." "I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, "So you don't have any friends that could help you out in any way?" Mist shook her head. "No, and I've been having some...guy trouble as well. It's like ever since...this one boy I liked left me for someone I couldn't possibly see him with, I've been taken advantage of or cheated on." I sat there, praying she wouldn't start crying. "I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to pry." "No, it's okay," Mist said with a forced smile, "It's nice to have someone listen to me. But enough of my sad sap story, what about you?" I thought long and hard about how I was going to answer this without freaking her out. "I'm kind of a drifter; I go about from place to place, making a living off of random jobs." "Like saving girls from a bunch of bad guys," Mist said jokingly, "Are you some kind of super hero?" I smiled back. "I guess you could say that," I said, trying to sound as playful as possible. Mist giggled, making me feel better about her. "So, how long to you plan on staying here in the city?" "I don't know," I replied thoughtfully, "Maybe another day or so, but no longer than that." "Oh," said Mist, looking down at her soup, "That's not a lot of time." "Time for what?" I asked. "Nothing," Mist replied hurriedly, her face seeming to turn red. "Is there something you want from me?" I inquired, trying to get at what Mist had in mind. "It's just," Mist sighed, "You're really handsome, and you saved me from those creeps. You've shown me so much kindness in just one day, more than anyone else has shown me recently. But I was just hoping that we could...see each other from time to time." I reached over and placed my hand on hers. "I think you're very beautiful, and I would love to get to know you more. The thing is, there are some issues that involve my family and I can't run away from what I have to do. I'm sorry that I can't stay." "Don't worry about it," she said with a sigh, pushing her bowl of soup away, "It's the story of my life." I clutched her hand tight, wishing I could help Mist in any way when an idea popped into my head. "Even though I can't stay, would you still like to see me for the next day or two? I have no obligations here and would love to spend time with you." Mist stared at me, looking straight into my eyes before she smiled and freed her hand from mine. "I'd like that, a lot." Mist pulled out some money for the meal and laid it on the table. I would've paid for the meal myself, but I had no money whatsoever in this dimension; I realized that when I had to sneak into the movie theatre. The two of us moved out of the booth and headed for the door. "So, what are you going to do now?" I suddenly realized another problem that had not occurred to me at all. "I guess I've got to find a hotel or something. I've got no place to goooo!" I trailed as Mist grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the café, waving her hand frantically for a cab.
Mist opened the door to her apartment and yanked me inside, slamming the door behind us and locking it. The entire time we were in the cab, Mist held my arm in a death grip, periodically glancing at me and smiling. It was obvious what she wanted, and after hearing what she had gone through I wasn't about to deny her of one pleasurable evening. The apartment was small, but still nice; the walls had a few pictures of her and what I assumed was her family, a small kitchen area was filled with paper work, and a large window made for a breathtaking view of the city. Mist whirled around and embraced me tight, pressing her mouth to mine so fast all I could do was just stand there like an idiot until the message sunk in. I wrapped my arms around Mist and put returned the kiss, wrestling with her rough feline tongue inside our mouths. As we kissed, Mist kept tugging me backwards, trying to get me to move towards a room that I could only assume to be her bedroom. I gripped her butt cheeks and raised her off her feet; Mist received the message and wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to walk into her bedroom. I carried Mist as she kissed me over to the bed and fell over backwards onto it, laying Mist on top of me. Without a word, Mist broke the kiss and started unbuttoning my shirt as fast as she could; kissing my chest with each button she unfastened. I did the same to the eager cat and started unbuttoning her shirt, almost as fast as she did. Before I could finish, Mist got off me and started to full undress herself; she pulled off her shirt and wiggled out of her pants before she unhooked her bra and slipped off her panties. In turn, I flung off my shirt and pulled down my pants, leaving my underwear on. I sat upright and Mist plopped herself down in my lap, nuzzling into my chest with a deep purr. "Interesting tattoos," Mist remarked as she glanced at my back, raking her sharp claws along my markings, "And what an amazing physique you have." Mist licked my chest and purred deeply, my attention still focused on her sharp claws scraping against my back until I felt her hand grab my crotch. "Oh my, you are a big foxy!" I tried to make a witty remark, but no sooner did I open my mouth Mist kissed me again, rubbing her tongue over mine. Mist pulled away and traveled down my chest and stomach, still licking me with that rough tongue of hers. "Never made out with a cat before," I said, rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, "It feels really weird." Mist hooked her thumbs into my underwear and pulled them down; her eyes went wide as she gazed at my stiffening member and large balls. "Well you better get used to it, Nik," Mist whispered with a naughty gleam in her eyes as she gripped my shaft, "Because it's about to get even weirder." With that, Mist slowly licked my cock from the base to the tip with her rough tongue. I gasped as Mist trailed her tongue up and down my shaft, her sandpaper like tongue tormenting my sensitive flesh. "Holy shit," I hissed through gritted teeth, clenching the bed sheets in my hands tightly. Mist simply smirked as she continued to lick over my cock playfully. "What's the matter, foxy," Mist chided, "Is this too much? Well how about this then?" Mist pulled her tongue away from my cock and simply stroked it with her hand, much to my delight; her tongue was incredible, but it was, as she said, too much. However, I tensed up once more as she leaned in and started lapping over my balls, rolling each one with that damned tongue of hers. "Not what I had in mind," I grunted as her tongue scraped across my balls, "If my cock doesn't explode, my brain will." Mist stopped licking and smirked at me. "Well, if you're going to be such a baby I could move to your ass." "Balls are fine!" I quickly replied, not eager to find out what a rough feline tongue would do to my ass. Mist smiled and continued to torture my balls with her tongue, her hand pumping my throbbing shaft faster and faster. I press my hips up into the air, my orgasm setting upon me fast. Mist stopped licking my balls and moved to the tip of my cock, sending intense waves of pleasure into my brain. Mist fondled my balls and flicked her tongue over my cock tip mercilessly, bringing me to the edge and pushing me over. With a loud moan, I came hard all over Mist's tongue, mouth, and nose. I lied on the bed, panting from the powerful orgasm. "God, you're really good at that," I mumbled. Mist giggled and lied down beside me. "I hope you have much more stamina than that, Nik," the cat purred, tracing a claw in my chest fur. "Oh don't you worry, Mist," I replied as I rolled on top of her, "Because now it's my turn." Mist giggled and relaxed on the bed, waiting for me to please her. I nuzzled into Mist's neck, nipping her flesh gently and watching her jumpy reactions. Smiling, I moved down to her ample breasts, taking each one in my hands and gently rolling them around whilst my fingers massaged through her fur. "Mmm," Mist purred happily, "You must do this a lot to be so slow and easy, not like all the others that just squeeze and pinch them." "I know my way around a woman, yes," I replied smugly, sticking my tongue out to flick over her right nipple playfully. Mist giggled as I took her nipple into my mouth, gently dragging my teeth over the little nub as my tongue lapped at it. I enjoyed playing with the cat's nipples and watching her smile and squirm, but as soon as she placed her hands on my head and pushed downwards, I left her bouncing friends and traveled south; I would've loved to stay, but Mist's claws were very persuasive. I moved down her stomach, planting random kisses with each inch I descended, until I reached her inner thighs and her already wet slit. I brought my hand up between her legs and slowly rubbed all over her thighs, deliberately trying to avoid touching her slit. "Ha! Don't tease me, Nik," Mist muttered as she tried to push my face into her thighs. Cringing as her claws dug into my skin, I move a finger up to her lips and slowly stroked them up and down. Mist shivered and lightened up on her grip, retracting her claws and petting my head. With her claws out of my flesh, I spread her lips with two fingers and lightly lapped at her inner flesh, moving my muzzle with her hips as she squirmed on the bed. "Oh yes," Mist gasped, spreading her legs more and closing her eyes, "More, Nik; oh god, please give me more!" Obliging Mist's request, I pressed my muzzle firmly against her pussy, pressing my tongue past her lips and deep into her wet tunnel, tasting her walls and sliding my tongue every inch I explored. Mist wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing it every time I slammed my tongue against her walls. As the cat panted and moaned, I nuzzled into her snatch, my nose rubbing against her clit and blowing hot air on it. "Nik...huh...I'm close," Mist managed to say, turning her head to one side and squeezing my head tight with her legs. I ground my tongue into her pussy as hard as I could, rapidly licking her quivering walls as they convulsed. With a sudden gasp, Mist came; her cum flowed over my tongue, into and onto my muzzle, and splattered against the roof of my mouth. I lapped up her juices like a dog drinks from a dish, smiling as she shivered with each lick. Once I had my fill of her cum, I crawled back up Mist and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. "You taste pretty good, you know," I whispered smugly. Mist smiled and kissed my cheek. "You really are a sweetheart. I can't wait to see what you have in mind for the main event," Mist purred. I gave Mist a playful growl and gently rolled her onto her stomach. "How about I pound this cute little pussy foxystyle?" Mist giggled and rose up on all fours, flicking her soft tail against my balls. "I'm pretty sure it's called doggystyle," Mist giggled. "Not with us foxes, it's not," I replied with a grin. Mist giggled once more and rubbed her butt against my cock, her soft fur teasing my aching length. Taking her hips in my hands, I placed my cock up against her nether lips and slowly pushed inside of her, drawing out long, loud moans from the both of us. "Oooh," Mist moaned, "Did you just stick a rolling pin in me?" I laughed at Mist's remark. "Not quite," I whispered, pulling back slowly before thrusting into her quickly and forcefully, earning a small "Oof!" from the cat underneath me. Switching my grasp to her breasts, I began slowly thrusting into her, pushing my cock into her tight depths. Mist rocked her rear back to match my thrusts, meeting my hips every time I pushed inside her; I could tell Mist really needed this, and I planned on giving her as much pleasure as possible. Once Mist had started pushing back a little harder than I was thrusting, I put my whole weight into each thrust, forcing her down onto her chest and causing her to pant a cry out in bliss. "Oh God, Nik," Mist gasped, grabbing the bed sheets tight in her fists, "You're incredible!" Smiling, I humped into Mist, submitting her beneath my powerful thrusts, the bed creaking with our lovemaking. I was beside myself with pleasure I plunged into the moan cat over and over, enjoying it as much as she was. Mist's pussy started to tighten and squeeze my cock, a clear sign of her climax; but before she could cum, an idea popped into my head. Without warning Mist, I threw back my wait and brought the two of us falling backwards, landing on my back with Mist laying on my stomach. "Nik," Mist exclaimed, startled from my little maneuver, "What in the world are you doing?!" "Just watch and see," I said slyly. I raised my legs and braced my feet against the headboard, bracing myself for my next move. I crossed my arms over Mist's stomach and grabbed her hips, pressing her down onto my cock firmly; then, using my feet to push against the headboard, I began to thrust into Mist as fast and as hard as I could. Mist couldn't manage to say anything; all that came out were unintelligible high-pitched squeals and screams as I pumped into her tightening pussy. The cat screamed and gasped for breath, holding on for a few minutes before she came with a loud scream. Mist's pussy contracted for the second time, squeezing my cock with her hot, slick walls, forcing me to cum after only four more thrusts. My cum shot into Mist's pussy, mixing with her own juices as I slowly reduced the speed and power of my thrusts until I stopped completely. "Well," I panted, stroking Mist's head whilst I pulled my cock out of her filled snatch, "Was that as good as you thought it would be?" Mist didn't answer. I looked at her face and saw that she was sleeping; I guess I wore her out. Smiling, I pulled the covers over the two of us and held her close, running my hand up and down her back. Before I fell asleep, I could've swore I heard Mist purring.
Sunlight poured in through the blinds of Mist's bedroom window, striking me in the face and rousing me from my sleep. Blinking as my eyes adjusted to the light, I gazed down at Mist; the attractive cat curled up next to me and rested her head on my chest, smiling and purring softly. Seeing the content cat sleeping peacefully me made me smile broadly; I stroked her head gently, listening to her purr in her sleep. After a few minutes of lying beside Mist, I managed to climb out of bed without waking the dozing cat and make my way to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I turned the water faucet and flipped on the showerhead, pulling the curtains back for me to get in. Before I entered the shower, I gazed into the mirror that hung above the sink, staring at my reflection. Just two nights ago I had a horrible nightmare, and yet now I feel better than ever; perhaps I'd stay another day with Mist, after all, she needed my help as much as I needed hers. Having fun, Nikolas? I turned around, startled by the voice, only to find no one there. Now I knew I needed to stay here a little longer; I'm starting to hear voices. Suddenly, I felt something tug on my tail; this time when I turned around, Mist stood naked behind me with a smirk on her face. "You really shouldn't waste water, Niky," Mist chided, testing the water with her hand. "Hey," I said with a mock tone of irritation, "I don't call you Misty, so I suggest you don't call me Niky unless you want to pay for it." Mist giggled and steeped into the shower, raising her tail and rubbing her breasts. "Oh, I hope I do," Mist said lustfully. I smiled and stepped into the shower, eager to show her what I had in store for her. Nik and all related characters belong to Sonic Fox. Mist and all related characters belong to DarknessWolf. Here it is, at long last. Sorry it took awhile; getting in touch with someone in a different time zone can be a little difficult, not to mention my previous problem with my computer. At this time I would like to thank DarknessWolf, who has supported me throughout some of my earlier stories and has become a great friend. If you haven't read his stories, I suggest you do.