An Egyptian Queen
The day had been hectic. At work their network was attacked. After nine hours of work Tony, Ted, Clarissa, and himself managed to get the network up again, but the company was not happy. In Charlie's opinion, they could take their 'valuable time' and shove it up their corporate arses. Charlie found himself walking down the aisles of a feral rescue center now, closely following his tiger companion Lisa. She had asked if he could stop by on his way home and help her out with some things that needed to be taken care of at her own place of work, and despite his own selfishness he replied positively to her.
She had been relieved to have some help locking the place up. It was a big place, and had relatively no funding, so the staff was very limited. Lisa had gotten stuck locking up the entire place by herself that night. She immediately thought to call Charlie. This is because she had, for a while now, harbored strong feeling for him, and dreamt of him on certain nights when she felt cold and lonesome. As they made the last checks on some on the pens, Charlie suddenly stood stalk still, looking into a pin that Lisa had locked up before he'd gotten there. Inside was a beautiful Pharaoh hound. The dog stood proudly, looking through the chain length walls of her enclosure at Charlie. Charlie turned to Lisa and smiled.
"I've been thinking about adopting a pet for a while now." He voiced to her.
Smiling back at him, she said, "That one just came in today, she's not registered in out system yet," Lisa was already moving to open the pen," if you took her tonight you wouldn't even have to worry about any paperwork."
Charlie nodded, helping her lift the stubborn door so that it would glide as it was supposed to. The canine inside followed without much coaxing, and was in Charlie's car a couple minutes later. Lisa asked if they were still on for lunch tomorrow, to which Charlie agreed they were. Pulling out of their side-by-side parking spaces, Charlie and Lisa waved farewell to one another, then drove separate ways in their own Automobiles.
Charlie led the feral Egyptian hound into the back room of his single bedroom apartment. The Pharaoh hound was not old, at three years of age. Charlie knew that he had to have her as soon as he had seen her in the public kennel. It was so sad, that in a world where only two thirds of the beings where evolved to an anthropomorphic life from, that the more natural relatives of this two thirds had to be mistreated, abused, and abandoned. Charlie sighed; the world was such a cruel place. The back room of his 'pad' was also his bedroom. His closet door hung open, things spilling out into the main room to his disapproval. It's contents a complete mystery to him. He shoved things in there when he was in a hurry and over the years it had somehow become quite full. His computer desktop glowed. A picture of a beautiful dragoness, her body full and well formed adorned it. His bed, an untidy arrangement of sheets and a fleece comforter, beckoned him in his state of weariness. But first he had to feed his new feral companion, Kelsey, something to hold her over until morning.
He sighed, crouching by his computer desk and opening his half scale fridge. The fridge was a good addition to his room; especially considering it was the only one in the apartment. He half smiled as he rambled on and on to himself in his head, as he did almost every waking moment if not in conversation with another living being. He took a bowl out of the fridge, and took the saran wrap off it. Turning around he tossed Kelsey one of the cocktail weenies from the bowl. He popped one into his own mouth, watching Kelsey spit out the processed meat. She sniffed it thoroughly before licking it back up and eating it with careful chewing. So she was careful by nature, interesting. Most would eat it without question. He threw another one to her, then another. After half the bowls contents where in either one of the canines bellies, Charlie put the bowl back in the fridge, forgetting the plastic wrap.
Kelsey jumped onto the soft bed with a certain reverence of the wolf that let her do this. She lay down, and tilted her head, looking over the male lupine with her deep amber eyes. He was tall, and had a fair build. His head was topped with fine, shoulder length hair, which maintained a rich black color. His own eyes where a warm hue of gold. His fur was dark gray, and his tail, which was always moving, even when angry, was moving slowly in his current state. She yawned and hardly twitched a hair as the male sat down next to her. He smiled vaguely, his short muzzle undeniably handsome. His ears laid at half-mast as he reached for her.
"I'm glad to see you feel so at home." Charlie said, at half volume as those who talk to feral animals do. He knew she couldn't understand his words, but also knew she was smarter then he could imagine. He smoothly ran his paw from between her perked ear to her tail base, and then did it again. He had petted her a few times at the shelter, but had not taken time to take note how soft her fur was. It was less course then his, surprisingly so, almost. She was about four feet long, and her fur was light brown. Her tail moved quickly between moments of motionlessness. She was thin enough for her muscles to show with a flowing motion as she moved. Her back looked made perfectly, every muscle the ideal shape and size. She moved, giving a yawn with a wide-open maw, and shoved her front end onto his open lap. He waited while she took her place of choice, and became at ease. He stroked her neck indolently with his paw.
The Pharaoh hound licked Charlie's shirt, still looking into his eyes. She could sense tension in him, his muscles where tight. Licking his shirt again, she returned her eyes to his and gave him a certain look, a gaze of attraction and proposition. Charlie, not enlightened to the idea of a feral relationship, did not immediately understand her subtle gestures. He continued to scratch her neck, his other paw rubbing over her chest. He sighed softly, tired, and clicked the light off. Though it was dark both inside and outside, the wolf's in-tune eyes had enough light to take his garments off and slip under his covers. He shivered slightly, feeling the fur of his new companion nestle up against him, but she immediately warmed his bed. He smiled and drifted off to sleep, a lot easier then he had in some time.
Kelsey closed her eyes halfway, drifting into a restful state of awareness as only a feral cousin to the common furre can. She yawned softly, her tongue extending from her muzzle and lapping across her own nose. She couldn't be so restrained with her intentions on her next attempt to lure this wolf into intercourse. She wanted to mate with him badly. He was strong, intelligent, and caring. That was every thing she wanted in her pups.
The beautiful black furred jackal licked at Charlie's throbbing member, his eyes shut tightly. He murred deeply, claiming a soft intake of air. The jackal continued bathing his testicles, sheath, and shaft with her glistening tongue. Her head pressed into his crotch, her cold nose....
Ah, damn, the dream was lost. His unconscious creations where all that kept him from wasting his hard earned money in brothel. It had been so long. He sighed keeping his eyes closed at he lay in bed. He could still feel the sensations on his bedtime-erection, he could even hear the gently lapping sound...wait, what the...
The wolf sat up, his head reeling for all the possibilities, but his eyes fell upon the happily licking pharaoh, her tail flying through the air. Still half asleep, he only watched her lick on his shining member. Both of his paws were extended behind him on the bed, holding him up. He extended his pelvis forward, in the darkness, gritting his teeth and moaning as his erection flexed and was swabbed from the base of his expanding knot to its very tip with the canine's affectionate tongue. He let out a soft moan, sitting forward and watching Kelsey working on him as well as the light provided. He stroked and rubbed the hound's head, his thumb rolling over her ears, stroking the sensitive flesh. Letting out a long strand of pre-ejaculate, he grunted and saw it sheen with a wet brightness across Kelsey's cheek, running up in a straight line behind her ear. With that his instrument began leak a steady stream of the natural lubrication.
Kelsey, eyes gleaming as bright as the ejaculate on her gorgeous face, sat down on the bed and watched Charlie as he gathered himself in the aftermath of the brief and friendly encounter. He panted, his erection still hot, sensitive, and unfulfilled. Kelsey panted back, excited for what was naturally bound to happen next. Charlie looked at Kelsey now, back under his own control. He looked then at him wondering why Kelsey had stopped. Kelsey grunted softly, nuzzling his balls and pushing his balls to the left with her muzzle. She looked back into his eyes, her tail wagging rapidly, he legs poised to move her small mass. Charlie got to his knees and laid a paw on her rump, triggering her to turn around, her tail raising slightly and wagging even quicker. He wasn't so blind to her proposal this time, however less subtle it was.
He almost laughed as his erection pushed right against the swollen lips of the hormone charged female's snatch. Her height was a perfect fit. He pressed in a little on Kelsey's clitoris and she whined, feeling Charlie's piece slip into her along with his tormenting touch. He pushed the perfect example of a canine's erection into her further and further. He panted, his knot bumping against her vulva at long last. He moaned under his breath, beginning to gradually pull out of her. With a slow forward motion he placed his excitement in her deeply again. He fell into a slow and loving indulgence with his new mate, his shaft running deep into her, and then pulling all but out of her. Speeding up his thrusting, Charlie drove his erection forward and pushed against the sensation deep inside her until she was wiggling beneath him, her passage in tight convulsions. She whined, her juices flowing freely from her wide stretched opening passage and coaxing the wolf's erection. Charlie moved his thumb away from her clitoris, now too tender to touch, and humped against her hard. He moaned softly, his murring lost in the sounds of their fluids meshing. He noticed the intriguing spice of the Pharaoh's scent, for the first time, her orgasm reached his nostrils. Giving one last groan, he pulled out of her and fell backward onto the bed, the feeling of her passage too intense to handle given his long, unwilling, abstinence from the romance of yiffing. What seemed immediately, she was licking his shaft, her face back in his crouch. He gasped, his hips bucking forward as he came. His balls tightened, his knot tensed, and a surge of seminal fluids gushed out of him, followed by a flood of his pure white seed pumping from his shaft. He moaned and thrust gently forward as the feral's tongue licked up all of the spew it could with each devastating stroke.
The Egyptian canine finally drew her head out of his pubic region. She looked up at his face, as he opened his eyes. They made eye contact as she licked her lips, trying her best to clean his seed off her face. He laughed softly, patting his chest and hugging her as she lay by him. Tomorrow he had the day off work. He would have to give her, and himself, a bath. Not to mention he would surely try this again, given the willingness of this Egyptian Goddess.
***
Charlie rolled onto his back, his eyes shut softly but opening slowly to greet the morning's sunlight. His nostrils where given a greeting as well, the aroma of lust. Then he remembered, and sat up feeling his cached pubic fur pull slightly as he moved. He looked at Kelsey and smiled, not sure what to think. She was so beautiful as she stirred, her amber eyes catching the sunlight and reflection it breathtakingly as she returned his stare. The female stretched her legs out slowly in a very pleasuring way as he watched her.
The wolf got out of bed, his limbs stiff as he walked for the bathroom. The apartments bathroom was much bigger then the ones in apartments now, seeing as how it was built a few decades ago. From the bathroom he called for the canine, which came obediently to him. He stepped into the shower, and she followed him closely as he closed the showers glass door until the latch clicked. Charlie looked at her as she stood calmly on the showers tile floor. She had some dried fluid on her face, as well as quite a bit of it around her rear end. He turned the water on with almost no pressure, letting it warm before it was blasted on them. He looked at himself; he was quite a mess as well. He had a loud of damp, and still slightly sticky fur around his sheath. He felt the running water and decided it was the right temperature, and then turned it up until the warm liquid was breaching his fur. The water felt so good he thought he could melt. He rubbed himself down, all his fur flattened to his body. He worked out his fur until he felt free of all filth, then just let the water hit his back for a while.
He crouched next to Kelsey, his paws rubbing her head and neck until they where clean. He stroked her a few times before beginning to rub clean her hind fur. The pharaoh's muzzle found Charlie's crotch and licked his balls with a smooth tongue. The lick almost made Charlie jump, being quite surprised. He smiled. Sure, why not in the shower, he thought, it's a great way to contain the mess.
He moved his paw more over her mound, rubbing it all in one slick motion. His thumb gently rubbed her clit, two of his fingers rubbing the supple edges of her beautiful lips, and even daring to push tenderly inside her velvet walls. Kelsey's tongue ran along the underside of his sheath, before finding the tip of Charlie's erection and tasting it. The wolf's sheath firmed up, the attention from his companion too passionate to withstand. He murred deeply, his entire length slipping out of his sheath and hardening. His fingers pushed deeper into her quivering passage. Water continued to run through the pairs fur as the swift, sexy tongue of the hound swabbed the pinkish meat of the wolf until his thighs and calves where shaking with the immense pleasure felt in his shaft. Charlie moved his fingers about inside her, his thumb still pressing intimately on her clitoris.
Charlie's knot became swollen, the large knob the constant attention of the feral canine's tongue. He gripped his shaft, the fervor irresistible. Completely imbedded three of his fingers into her sex, turning them is circular motions. The gray wolf was almost ready to fall, one paw in the lover, the other working his erection at a zealous rate. Then Kelsey's tight passage squeezed incredibly on Charlie's fingers, making her whimper and shake as a rushing sound filled her head. She closed her eyes, her tongue hanging out and pressing up against his nuts. Charlie pulled his fingers out little by little until they slipped out. Charlie stood up stretching out his legs and standing on his tiptoes, his paw working rapidly as he finished himself off, spurting away with the shower as his canine companion recovered from her own orgasm on the floor of the shower.
After several minutes of after glow, both Kelsey and Charlie began to liven up. Part of the reason Charlie didn't sit there all day was the fact the hot water was quickly running out, and he wanted to get all their fur spotless...again, before it was a cold shower. Working with quick paws, but still a qualitative manner, Charlie managed to be stepping out of the stall as the last of the lukewarm water turned into frigid cold. Using a fluffy, clean, white towel that was hanging on the hook opposite the shower, Charlie first dried himself, the process taking about ten minutes, then Kelsey. Her fur was short, much shorter then his at any rate, and it didn't take long to dry her proportionately smaller body.
The wolf led Kelsey out of the bathroom and into his bedroom again. With a sly grin Charlie crouched behind his lover, and he sniffed her sex a few times, closing his eyes to savor the perfume she secreted so steadily. He slid his tongue out of his muzzle, lapping at her firm mound. His tongue prodded the edges of her slit nicely, letting him taste and smell her at once. She shifted weight and looked back at him licking her nose. His tongue slipped inside her and she immediately started to push back on the slick, fluid appendage, feeling every twist and stroke it gave to her. Charlie inhaled for what felt like the millionth time, the scent making him light headed now. His arching tongue took very little time to fully arouse the Egyptian, and within a few moments her bucking back had turned into a slight shaking and a dense whimpering sound as she drained her minimal fluids into his hungry maw. Charlie swallowed all he could greedily, smelling her orgasmic juice and feeling dizzy despite the fact he was now sitting on the ground.
Charlie pulled his nose away from her tailhole, where it had become jammed in the heat of the moment, while his lower jaw had been spread wide letting his tongue sink into Kelsey as deep as possible. Kelsey's legs shook and she collapsed as Charlie withdrew his tongue. Kelsey panted, her eyes glazed and peering off into nowhere. Charlie quickly rinsed his face with cold water from the bathroom sink, and then dressed himself in his last pair of clean clothes; clean clothes meaning clean underwear and whatever shirt and pair of pants he could come up with. Tomorrow would have to be laundry day, he thought dry. Charlie inspected Kelsey closely, with both his eyes and nose, to determine if she was clean enough to go out and about with him. He wanted to make sure she didn't posses too much of a sexual odor, and damn sure there was nothing left be seen on her cute under-tail region. With a little smile of satisfaction, Charlie slipped a lose leather collar around the canines slender neck. To the collar was attached a thin leather leash, long enough in length that is would have been difficult for Kelsey to gag herself against unless she pulled several feet away from the wolf in a hurry.
Charlie opened the door to his apartment and exited holding the loose fitting leash in his right paw. If it were his choice he'd just let her follow him freely, but the laws were strict. So much so that a canine could be collected simply for being off a leash in their owner's immediate presence and command. As they walked down the side walk towards the humane society on the corner of the next block down, Kelsey kept in perfect tread with her owner and avoided getting the loose leash wrapped around or tangled up in anything. Before long they arrived at their destination, the shelter. Kelsey showed some doubt about entering the building again, but did so slinking behind Charlie.
Charlie made his way to the room in the back of the kennels were all the employee's took their brakes and lunch hours. He waved to a few friendly faces on the way back, the smiled and gave friendly hellos to the small group of three furs sitting around the patio table in the room. He sat in a chair off to the left of the door, with Kelsey at his legs. He waited quietly for Lisa, closing his eyes and thinking to himself. How would he tell Lisa?, he already knew he was going to. He wanted to tell her now him and Kelsey had connected, relationship wise and physically. Charlie decided he would invite her back to his place for lunch, instead of a restaurant. His living room was in decent shape, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing. He listened in on the idle chat of the three sitting furs as they played card for another ten or fifteen minutes before her heard Lisa's voice. In a few moments Lisa had come through the door and spotted Charlie.
"Sorry," she apologized, "I got caught up in something, but you where probably expecting that. Anyways," she continued happily, "I can take my lunch hour now, so if you're still up for a meal...?"
Charlie nodded his eyes now open. He spoke "Yeah, we can go back and eat at my place." He gave Kelsey's leash a tiny tug to signify her presence.
Lisa grinned widely, her pearly white meat shredders, the tiger stripes exaggerating the already massive smile. "Oh! To be honest I'd forgotten," the tigress wasted no time kneeling and petting Kelsey's fur. "So? How are you get getting along?"
"Great," Charlie replied, "let's get going, if you don't mind."
Lisa nodded "Lunch at your place sounds great." she got a wrinkled brow "Say, you don't have any food for her yet, do you?"
Charlie shook his head slightly "But don't worry about it, Lisa, I'm going to get her some later today. She's fine right now."
"Are you sure, because--?"
"Quite sure," The wolf interrupted his tail wagging slightly "let's get going, if you're done with everything."
Lisa nodded "Okay, I'm ready."
***
Lisa shut the door to Charlie's apartment as the wolf took Kelsey off the leash, leaving the lose collar. Charlie moved into the kitchen and Lisa sat down on the couch, looking around the room. She was sitting on the nicest piece of furniture. In the corner there was a recliner next to a book self. The recliner looked a little ratty, it had several holes and was patched up. The tigress had once asked him about it. He made enough money to comfortably furnish his apartment. He replied, 'I keep it because it is so comfortable.', and she couldn't argue that. She loved the drawing he hung on his walls. Some of which where his own sketches, other where from friends. She was just looking at a particularly cute drawing that Charlie had done of her last summer, when she was scantily clad at the beach, when the gray fur came back in from the kitchen.
"Here you are," he said, as he handed her a sandwich. He was obviously a little embarrassed as she looked at the picture he had drawn. "I know the picture is horrible." He said.
The tigress grinned, "Not unless you think I'm terrible looking, because it looks just like me and--"
Charlie interrupted with his own smile "Fine, I think it's one of the best I've drawn." He paused to take a bite from his sandwich, then finished with his mouth full "Is that a better comment? That was a good day."
"Indeed it was," she agreed. She took a bite of her own sandwich and savored the tender fish inside. Charlie sat next to her, finishing his own sandwich already as she just began hers. He cleared his throat and swallowed, scratching his scalp through his hair and looking to Lisa.
"Lisa, something kind of strange happened last night." he began, going on "I let Kelsey sleep in my bed. While I was sleeping I began to have an erotic dream about a wonderful Jackal," he paused a second time, waiting while he took a quizzical look from his friend "Anyways, when I woke in my bed it was still the middle of the night...and, um...well, Kelsey was causing the dream."
The tigress tilted her head a little, curious about what he meant "She was causing it?" she asks, her brows slightly furrowed. "Wait, do you mean--"
The wolf interrupted her for the second time that evening, wanting to tell his story before the events were judged. "She was licking my, well, shaft." He waits for her response, not getting any replies, continues. "Well, I couldn't help what happened next really, I was just so taken with her, that," he trailed off, speaking again at last. "I made love to her." He didn't give her any of the information about the shower or any other of the morning's activities. Charlie let his ears droop, looking almost shamefully into Lisa's eyes.
Lisa swallowed, her heart skipping a beat. She was so strangely taken by his speech. She could feel excitement building in her gut, but was not sure what to do. All possible actions sounded ridicules. After an awkward silence that seemed to last for half an hour, she decided to speak. "Charlie...I know, this is going to sound strange..." she felt a knot in her stomach grow before she finished her sentence. "do you want to show me...I can join even?" She bit her lip, knowing she had to confess two things to have this request make sense. "I've had been attracted to animal my entire life, Charlie." She leans in, hugging him. "and I've also had a crush on you from some time."
Charlie smiled softly to her, his eyes looking to her face once again. Kelsey sat on the ground, looking between the two, tail wagging. She was unaware of what was happening, but could tell something was up. "Yeah," Charlie voiced at last, murring softly to her. He looked towards Kelsey and smiled, beginning to stroke Kelsey's sides as Lisa removed her shirt.
TO BE CONTINUED! (If interest is taken in the first part.)