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Birds flew high into the clouds, soaring and chirping in pure glee as harmonious calmness drifted through the scene. The streets were clean and free of crowds as people of character and good will walked among one another, talking and chatting contently. The trees slowly danced and swayed with the winds as the grass bowed to every care passing by on the street. All was in sync and perfect. Until it starts. The sound of AC/DC rung through the town making the people stare and the birds flee.

The voice of a pathetic singer rung loud from the apartment, "T.N.T. I'm dy-na-mite!"

It was a Monday morning and Andy Hunt had just woken up (late as usual). He was a dark blue wolf with dark eyes. He had short, scruffy hair with sharp ears and a black nose. He stretched and rubbed his eyes.

"T.N.T. I'll win the fight!"

A knock on the door was deafened by the loud music.

"ANDY! TURN IT DOWN!!"

A frantic banging on the door finally got Andy's attention and he turned it down.

"Sorry Miss Pelly."

Andy was a bit of a slacker who grabbed life by the horns then was trampled on by it. His fiery tenacity can only be matched by his clumsiness. He wore long khaki cargos and a blue 'Clutch' t-shirt. Grabbing his keys her rushed out the door, down the stairs and in his car. Today was a special day for Andy. After a long interview with quite an angry bulldog and a lot of begging, Andy had bagged a job. This was his first day. All he had to do was sell computers to people and work on the customer helpline. Very little could go wrong. However, for Andy, it normally did. The tyres screeched as the car pulled up outside the tall office block. Andy made his way up the marble steps and through the large front doors. The large marble lobby extended far into other rooms and offices with a receptionist sitting quietly in the corner.

"Hello there!"

The receptionist pulled her head from her papers, "I'm Andy Hunt and I'm here for my first day at work."

"Oh right," she grabbed a pile of her papers and scanned through them carefully, "floor six."

She returned to her work with a sigh.

Andy decided to help her, "Excuse me, sorry to bother you again but you seem to be troubled. What's up?"

"You wouldn't understand..."

"Try me."

This seemed to brighten her up as she looked up again from the papers, "Really? You want to know?"

"Might as well tell someone huh?"

"Well okay. I have.....a friend....called.....Hannah. Anyway I...er Hannah has just split up with her boyfriend but she doesn't know why. She seemed to be quite bored with him. He didn't really enjoy going out with her but she still misses him." Andy thought long and hard, puzzling what to do.

"Well what did 'Hannah' do with him?"

"Went shopping and to the theatre a few times."

"Well there's the problem. She needs to try and take him out to places he wants to go rather than where she wants to go even if she doesn't enjoy it. Show him that you take an interest in his hobbies and he should brighten up. Try a rock concert, that's where I go!"

"Hey yeah! I...I mean she was being quite selfish. Thanks erm, what was your name?"

"Andy, Andy Hunt."

"Well thanks again Andy Hunt and I'll see you later."

"You too and tell 'Hannah' I said good luck."

The waved goodbye and Andy rushed up the stairs. Andy rushed into the silence of the office. Serious people in suits sat around him typing away or taking calls from other serious people. As soon as his presence was detected, the room went silent. Andy stood there with the silent accusation around him.

A roaring voice thundered from the other side of the office, "Oi! All of you back to work!!"

The phone calls and typing continued as everyone forgot Hunt's presence.

"Hunt! Get over here!!" the voice sent shivers down his spine as he rushed into the office at the end.

The closed the door behind him and sat down in front of the boss. The bulldog sitting in the chair was not best pleased. He wore a brown suit and had the name tag 'MR HODDINS' on his front pocket.

"Your late Hunt." "Sorry sir but I was..."

"No excuses Hunt, I hate excuses. Your late and an excuse won't turn back time, no matter how much I wish they did. Another point I come to is what the hell do you think you're doing wearing that?"

The large bulldog eagerly pointed at Hunt's shirt, "Don't you like 'Clutch', Sir?"

"Don't get funny with me Hunt, you should be in a suit."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

"Good now go and find your work station and get on with it."

Andy was shooed out of the office and into the seriousness of the main office once again. He walked slowly between the tall cubicles, serious eyes watching pass and making snide comments as he did. Soon he came to a cubicle with an empty space and his name on the desk. On the opposite side of the cubicle was a female hawk sitting quietly and respectfully typing up her work. Andy walked in, placed his stuff down and then sat down.

"Hi."

"Hello," without little emotion and without turning round, the Hawk replied to him.

"How are you today? I'm Andy."

"I'm fine Andy but I'd be better off if you would stop talking and let me do my work."

Andy was normally quite nice but he didn't like impoliteness, "Listen, I don't know where you come from but where I come from if I tell you my name and you don't tell me your name, that's a bit rude!"

The hawk slowly turned round sharing the same serious look on her face as everyone else, "My name is Rachael Duveaux and I have a lot of work to do."

"Save it. We should chat."

"I don't think so."

"What's the matter? Scared of Mr Hoddins?"

"Who wouldn't be look how big he is."

"Oh he's not scary I bet he's a big softy inside."

"So you're a good judge of character then?"

"More than that. Tell me what Clutch songs do you like?"

"How do you know I like Clutch?"

"You've been staring at my shirt for a while."

"'Burning Beard'."

"No way, I love that song!"

"I love most of Robot Hive/Exodus."

"Me too, but you can't deny Blast Tyrant."

"So true!"

Both laughed and giggled merrily to each other.

The day passed quickly as the two chatted happily onward into the evening, turning round frequently to start some more work. One by one each serious face around them disappeared and soon only a handful where left. Mr Hoddins wondered through the centre, listening intently. A sound was attracting his attention and disrupting his quiet working environment. The source was Andy's cubicle. Andy was playing air guitar while Rachael was watching, clapping and laughing at his singing.

"YESTERDAY'S FOR - MICE AND GODS!!!"

"MR HUNT."

Hunt cut the music and sat down, "This is not a dance club Mr Hunt. And you, Mrs Duveaux, I expected better."

"No Sir it was only me."

"What??"

"Mrs Duveuax was trying to concentrate on her work. It is not her fault."

"How very...courageous of you."

This new confidence seemed to surprise Mr Hoddins.

"Pardon me Sir, I'll just go and photocopy these documents."

Andy respectfully walked away, "So have you two got any work for me?"

"With Andy's help I finished all my weeks work."

"You did?!?"

Rachael produced quite a tall pile of papers, all filled out and completed neatly. Andy filled the paper try up on the photocopier and pressed the button, whirring and fizzing the ancient machine into life.

"Noble are we, Mr Hunt?"

Andy turned to see that Rachael was at the door, "I didn't want you to take the blame."

"Oh how cute!"

She closed the door and seductively walked over to him, "Maybe I should return the favour."

Her hand meet his crotch and she became excited, "Wow you're really carrying something here, huh?"

A large grin began to appear on her face as she began to undo his fly.

"Rachael, what if we get caught?"

"I'll just say I was trying to find some office 'equipment'".

His large member flopped out, measuring an impressive 11 inches, maybe more including his growing knot, "I hardly think my penis constitutes office equipment!"

"Oh quit moaning, you'll love this!"

She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. She massaged his length in her hand, tossing him off making him groan as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He soon fell to her knees and began oral. Her tongue rubbed and licked at his shaft while she bobbed the head in and out. Andy held the back of her head for support.

"Oh God!! So good!!!"

His warm pre coated her mouth as she attempted some deep-throat.

Suddenly she stood back up, "Andy I can't take it anymore, do me."

"Are your sure 'cause I don't want you screaming and..."

"DO ME DO ME DO ME!!!"

"Fine just quieten down."

With her laying down on the photocopier she displayed herself to him and guided his length in. It took a few pushes but soon his member slipped in and immediately began to stretch her.

"Too.....TIGHT!!!!!"

He began to thrust slowly with her pulling him forward with each thrust, begging him to go deeper, "Fuck me Andy!! OH YES!!!"

His huge member stretch her to such a limit she soon climaxed.

"KEEP GOING!!! DON'T PULL OUT OF ME!!!!!"

"Your too loud."

He began to pull out when she pulled him back, "I WANNA CUM ONE MORE TIME!"

Andy had no choice and he continued with his rhythmic thrusts.

"OH GOD ANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Andy are you in there???"

The knock on the door made Andy panic so he shunted Rachael off the copier and zipped up his fly, pushing his erection down on the side of the copier.

Mr Hoddins walked through the door, "Andy, where you screaming just now?"

"Oh...er yes Sir I.....er.....touched the copier and it gets very hot."

"Oh yes I see, I does to come and think of it. Anyway Andy I just wanted to say sorry for today. I did shout at you but in one day you have proved yourself to be a hard worker even though it doesn't look like it. I went through your work load and from the parts I've seen I'm very impressed. Also you seemed to got on well with Miss Duveaux which is promising."

Miss Duveaux's voice quietly whispered, "'He got on me alright!"

"What did you say?"

Andy began to panic, "Oh I said....I hope this copier is working right....it wasn't earlier."

"It should be...I'll just get your copies."

Mr Hoddins made his way to the other side of the copier and picked up the sheets of paper, "Yes these look good..."

He looked through one sheet and then another, "Yes these are fine...no problems.....HUNT?!?"

Mr Hoddins turned one sheet around. The picture of an ass was clearly printed on the next 50 sheets of paper.

Andy slowly walked down the street dragging his feet, "Fuck sake..."

The sky was dark now and the streets were loaming and quiet. Only the low street lights provided a clear path.

"Every time I try and sort out my life something goes wrong and fucks it all up again."

He strolled slowly with his hands in his pockets, kicking at the dirt in front of him. Passing the city limits he strolled down the road past the farmers fields.

"Maybe if I keep walking then I'll reach a place where life's little ways of putting me down can't reach me. Either that or I could get hit by a truck."

Andy stopped and leaned against the fence post in deep thought. Out of the silence came a quiet buzzing sound. It soon became considerably louder, so loud that Andy had to cover his ears. The sky lit up with fire. In the middle was a growing spot. A huge chunk of metal fell from the stars and hurtled towards the ground. The craft crash landed, thundering through the fields and pushing Andy back several feet. As Andy pulled himself to his feet, he decided that curiosity was far too strong and made his way towards the settling cloud of dust and smoke. The crater was huge but the craft still was not visible. The sound of a hatch opening and seatbelts snapping could be heard. Footsteps of someone approaching made Andy afraid but it stood in complete shock.

A dark figure with a large helmet appeared from the smoke with a sort of futuristic rifle, "HALLA MARLEK!?!?!?"

"What?"

"HALLA MARLEK!!!?!??!?"

"I don't understand!!"

The figure banged a sort of device sparking from the side of the helmet and it sprang into life.

The voice was deep and jarring as it stared down the rifle sight, "FRIEND OR FOE!?!??"

"FRIEND!!! MY NAME IS ANDY HUNT!!"

The figure stood down from it's attack stance and slowly removed the helmet. It was a she; a female rabbit to be precise. She was a caramel colour with long, flowing, brownish hair and tall ears. She had puffy cheeks with thick fur and a serious look on her face.

"I need help in hiding from some of my enemies, tell me native if you have adequate transportation for me and my vessel to a safe haven?"

"What?"

"The translator is functional?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you not understand my dictation?"

"..."

"Forget it biped, I will find my own means of survival."

She shooed him away as he began to walk away, his heart a fluster.

"She was SO cute!" he thought to himself, "Why didn't I ask for her name? Stupid stupid stupid!!!"

A familiar noise caught Andy's attention as two more vessels fell from the sky, creating two equally powerful quakes.

And a certain rabbit sprinted towards him and pulled him with her, "You are my only hope, we must hide now!!"

"You can't get enough of me can you?"

"Shut up and run!!!"

Andy struggled to keep his breath behind her brisk pace, "Okay......I have....a pad.....you can cra......crash at!!"

The two sprinted off down the road and away from the other vessels. The door swung open and there stood the rabbit with Andy behind her. She held a strange device in her hands that beeped and whirred as she moved it about the air, scanning for whatever she was looking for.

"What are you looking for?"

"Toxins, bio signs, resonance levels..."

"Right.......cool..."

Soon the machine growled and she put it away, "This environment is adequate for habitation."

"Why the hell do you speak like that?"

"I am speaking the native tongue of this planet."

"No your speaking very posh-like."

"My Transvocal Harmonic Alteration Unit is still scanning your language and it will soon place me into a satisfactory tone and grammar for communication."

"Whatever you say..."

"Where can I find adequate sustenance?"

"What???"

The machine begin to click and soon powered down, it have finished it's job, "Do you have any food 'round here?"

"Now your speaking my language."

Andy dived into the kitchen and searched the cupboards for something that could be classed as edible as the rabbit tried to make herself comfortable in the living room.

He emerged several seconds later, triumphant, "I put some grilled cheese sandwiches on, they'll be a few minutes."

"Sounds good, do you have a communication device a..."

"A phone???"

"I guess that'll do."

"Tell me your name."

"What?"

"Tell me your name."

"Look I don't have time for this, I need to get in contact with the rest of..."

"Name first, then phone."

The rabbit just sighed and began to speak, "From looking through your language I have no name for which you would call normal like Tim, Mike or Andy for example. On my home world, we were named after our Mother, Tribe and Planetary Area."

"And that for you would be?"

She took a deep breath, "Caramana Youfeshi Reoturn."

Andy sat in awe with his mouth wide open, "...I'll call you Caramel."

"Caramel? Is this a fucking game to you?!?"

"Well it's better than Caramana You-thingy Something-or-other."

"Caramana Youfeshi Reoturn and now may I please have access to your phone?"

"Fine but only because you said please."

Andy got up from the sofa and opened the draw in the corner of the room to find the phone under a pile of papers.

"You keep it...in a drawer?"

"Yeah, otherwise I trip on the wires."

He handed her the phone and returned to the kitchen where the sandwiches were done. He dished the two onto a plate and returned to the living room. Caramel had placed the phone in the middle of the room and held a tube over it.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm administering some Living Liquid to the phone which will take the co-ordinates I have programmed it with and boost the signal to my home planet.

Andy again sat down beside her in confusion, "That's...cool..."

The liquid seeped into the phone and Caramel picked up the headset.

"Hello? Father?"

"Caramana Youfeshi Reoturn oro nora felstud. Gleff in sigt. Heygo finu Signit. Heygo finu Skirmishers."

There was under silence in the room as Caramel dropped the phone to the floor and tears began to run down her face. She held her eyes and rushed from the room in tears.

Andy walked into the bedroom, "Caramel?"

She laid on the bed with her back to him in floods of tears, "This does not concern you."

"I know. I just brought you your sandwich."

She stayed silent apart from her sniffles and cries.

He sat down behind her and rubbed her head slowly, "If you need to speak to me about it then I'm here for you. Enjoy your sandwich."

He stood up and began to leave, "I was a princess."

Andy stopped in the doorway, "My planet was one of the most fabled in the galaxy. Our prosperity, land fertility and wealth was legendary and we were a powerful force on the battle field as well. I was the princess who would take up the throne from my Mother. I was on a routine flight around the planet, doing a patrol as I enlisted myself in the defence core. I had sighted an armada of Signit ships, the race living on our moon Chitium and being our sworn enemy. They sent an attack squadron after me but I had to hit hyperspace if I were to avoid their fire. That's when I crash landed here and those two ships after me were the ones that followed me through hyperspace. It seems that the armada was larger than I had first anticipated and it was enough to overthrow my parents from the throne. A Signit commander picked up my communication message, they're in the palace and there's nothing I can do."

Grasping the sheets around her tight she tried to hold back the tears. Andy returned to her side and held her while she cried. Both fell asleep together.

(((Without further ado, meet my fursona, Andy Hunt. He's incredibly clumsy but he's a free spirit looking for a job and love.)))