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He saw blackness.

He wasn't knocked out from the shock of what had happened to him but he came to in a daze of utter confusion. He looked around as his body went through the trauma of being displaced. The world seemed to be spinning in the artificial light of the large spacious room. But it was in fact he himself who was turning in circles as his head tries to sort itself out. He collapsed to the ground holding his head in his paws, knees planting on the solid wood of the floor. He felt sick and disoriented. He lost consciousness.

When he opens his eyes again he finds himself in the passenger seat of a moving vehicle. He no longer felt disoriented but feels slightly groggy. "Can you hear me?" A loud yet sweet voice calls to him from the drivers side. "Can you hear me?" It calls again. "What's your name?" He looks over and sees a young beautiful vixen looking at him, the concern in her eyes very evident. His eyes widen as he sees her. The beautiful red fur, thick bushy tail, bright green eyes, the coppery orange hair. She looked like Nightfall. It couldn't be though. She' didn't know his name. Unless he had been sent back to a time before they met. It was possible but it didn't seem quite right.

"I'm Sylvir" He says quietly, feeling a slight throbbing in his head. He brings a paw up to rub at at it a bit and winces immediately from a jolt of pain.

"Don't do that sweetie. You hit your head rather hard on the floor when you passed out back at the barn." He hears her voice say softly. "I'm taking you to the hospital to get checked out. I'm Susan by the way."

"No!" He suddenly says in a in a voice that trembles with slight panic, drawing a look of curious apprehension from the lovely vixen. "N-no hospitals, p-please," he adds lightly stumbling over his words. Trying to not sound so up in arms about being taken to a hospital and hoping he doesn't seem ungrateful. "I don't have any insurance or medicare." He says softly. Trying to sound a little embarrassed to make the admission, hoping she'll buy the excuse. It wasn't really an excuse per-say. Hunters just did not like hospitals. Too many questions and forms. He was also suspecting that the demigod he'd been fighting had used his temporal mojo to blast his tail into another time. He no idea if he was now somewhere in the past or seeing a glimpse of the future. It was best to avoid going anywhere he didn't need to go until he could gather more information.

"Oh." The caring fox woman replies. "I'm sorry to hear that. I could just bring you to my place. Keep an eye on you for a little bit, just to make sure you're ok." She says sweetly, giving him a soft kind look. Not knowing why she was being so nice to this stranger who was trespassing on the farm where she worked during the summer months while her son was at camp. She also pitched in there whenever he was off at his grandparents for a visit, like he was this week. Her husband wasn't home either so there would be no one to object to her bringing this unknown person home. Not that she was planning to do anything wrong or inappropriate. She simply wanted to take care of this young man for reasons that still weren't quite clear to her.

"How did you get way out here anyway?" She asks, her curiosity getting the better of her as she gave the exotic male a look over. His fur was a striking shade of greyish silver and he had stripes on his arms that she could see below the arm cuff of his t-shirt. His tail on the seat between them was so long that it might wrap around his waist two or three times. She caught his gaze for a moment. His eyes are beautiful and multicolored; one blue, one green. "The farm isn't exactly an easy place to wind up at." She adds. Her voice sounding kind of dreamy.

He couldn't tell her the truth about the how of the situation. But he didn't want to lie too much to this sweet and helpful woman that had cared enough to try to get him medical help despite not knowing him. His mind did a loop trying to think of something reasonable to say but he couldn't come up with anything that didn't sound horribly made up. "I'm not sure..." He replies. "I'm not even sure where I am to tell you the truth."

She grinned cheekily at that reply. "Yeah, I know how that goes." She says slyly, then adds "I had some wild drinking benders when I was a bit younger."

He smiled back, chuckling slightly. He could see her as a wild party chick who didn't know when to draw the line. She also seemingly provided him with an excuse. "Yeah. I guess I don't know my limits sometimes." He says softly.

They exchanges knowing looks and chit chat idly about the small things in life while she drives. He does his best to steer the brunt of the conversation to be about her since he doesn't wish to reveal too much about himself. It worked for the most part as she was happy to talk about herself.

She was cheerful and upbeat and came across very energetic and a generally happy young vixen. She had found the love of a good fox in her teens and was married with a home and a child. The only thing she seemed to have a qualm about was the amount of time her husband was away on business. She was happily married, but also a lonely housewife when she wasn't working to pass the time during his absences.

He couldn't help but think to himself that he could probably seduced this beautiful fox easily and fuck her brains out. But he had a sweet and loving vixen of his own back home, even if that home was somewhere in the past or future. Still though, like any hot blooded male he couldn't help but imagine just a little bit rubbing his cock over every inch of lovely red fur on the woman's very shapely body.

Roughly fifteen minutes after she had left the farm with an unconscious hybrid male in the passenger seat of her pickup truck, she pulled into the driveway of her home.

It was a modest little white two story house out in the country. A nice big yard with a swing set on the front lawn and a big professionally built looking tree house in a very large very old oak tree about twenty paces away from the swing set. The trees branches were bare spare a few very discolored leaves that refused to accept their fate to fall. There was a nice big front porch framed by flower beds with rock wall borders. A nice cobblestone path led from the driveway to the porch. As they walk along the path in silence and up the short set of stairs he notices that the flowers are all lifeless and decayed. Tell tale signs that where ever he is, it's the autumn season.

She bends over to pick up the newspaper on the welcome mat, her hips and tail swaying a little even though she doesn't mean too. His eyes can't help but watch the slightly hypnotic brief sight before she straightens up and unlocks the door. He follows her inside and takes his cue from her as she slips out of her somewhat dusty work shoes to do the same. He sets his combat boots on the mat next to the door and follows her into the kitchen where the paper is casually set down on the island counter. "Would you like something to drink?" He hears that soft sweet voice ask as the fridge door is opened and she leans into the open appliance a bit and begins to read off the options. "Water will be fine, please." He replies as he pulls the newspaper towards him and checking the banner headline to find the date.

It read 'November 5, 1989.'

His eyes widened a bit. "Not the past again..." He sighs to himself under his breath. He'd had time traveled once before with the help of a friend. It had not been a very good experience.

"Did you say something Sylvir?" The vixen asks as she sets a tall glass filled with ice cold water on the counter before him while giving a curious look.

He looked up kind of surprised that she might have heard him. His gaze meeting hers for a moment before each looks away bashfully with slight smiles on their muzzles. "Was just reading to myself a bit." He responds lifting the glass to his lips and taking a long drink. The cold liquid feeling good on the way down his dry throat.

She smiles as she watches him drink, then steps away from the island. Wondering if his eyes were following her as she walks into the living room but not wanting to look as her tail wags slowly.

He did watch. Curious as to why she would take her eyes off him in her home. She seemed to trust him but he didn't understand why. Is she just naturally trusting and friendly with strangers? It was possible. She was a country girl and it was the eighties. The world hadn't slipped to far into the pit at this point in time. He grins ear to ear as an AC-DC song starts to play from a stereo. Not so much the country girl after all He thinks as he looks around the room waiting for her to come back. He sees that the garbage can is somewhat full. That was the excuse he was looking for. He quickly pulls the bag from the can and ties it up as she walks back into the kitchen.

"Whatcha doin?'" She asks. Looking a bit puzzled that he was taking it upon himself to do such a chore in the home of someone else.

"I'm gonna take the garbage out for ya, ok." He says softly as he makes his way to the front door and steps into his boot. "Only be a moment."

Before she can object at all he was out the door and heading to the end of the drive with the white bag in his paw. She thought it was sweet of him to do such a thing. She opens the fridge again and pulls out some containers. Intending to prepare them both a quick meal. Her mind swimming a bit with thoughts of the male she'd just met and wondering why she felt so drawn to him. Normally she would never have brought a person home like this. She sang along to the words of 'Shoot to Thrill' while serving potato salad onto plates.

"Raziel..." He spoke out walking to the end of the driveway with the bag of trash in his paw. "I Don't know if you can hear me but if you can I need to talk to you right now." He dropped the garbage into the container on the opposite side from the mailbox and waited a moment. He didn't know if his celestial friend could hear him from the past. Even if he couldn't, it was possible the angel from this now might answer him. "Come on, Raz!" He shouted this time, growing frustrated. He needed Raziel to get home. It was the only way he knew of other than finding the demigod in this present. He could, but he couldn't force the thing to send him back.

"I'm here Sylvir." The familiar voice suddenly speaks to him from behind.

He turns to face his friend with a smile on his muzzle. "Damn it's good to see you. I didn't know if you'd hear me or not." He says to the divinely occupied lapin vessel before him. He adds, clearly beaming. "Ok, let's go, It's back to the future time."

There was a brief silence between them.

"I can't." The angel rabbit flatly states. Almost not sounding like himself as was often the case when he said so little.

Sylvir's brow raises a bit, giving him a 'deer in the headlights' expression as another brief moment of silence passes between them. "What?" He asks in reply. His voice a bit stunned. "What do you mean you can't zap me back. Look around Raz. It's nineteen-eighty-nine. I'm not supposed to be here."

"Not everything is as random as it seems. I don't help you because I remember this event from my past Sylvir." Raziel says as he looks around. His body turning as he spoke to the tiger-wolf. This time his voice was right as he explained his position in more elegance. "Twenty four years ago I watched and listened from heaven as you spoke to a different me from the future. I know how you got here and I know you make it back to your time on your own because I remember watching over you Sylvir." He paused for a moment admiring the view of the scenery in this little country place.

Sylvir watched the rabbit move about as he spoke. The brown trench coat he wore over a casual looking business suit fluttered in the breeze softly. He had taught the angel to do as such when speaking, fondly recalling how he would stand perfectly still as if he were a soldier in uniform. It had been so unnatural, so he had trained him how to appear more human when he was walking the earth. Raz had become quite good at it. He could pass for anthromorph or human if needed.

"So let me get this straight Raz," Sylvir began to reply. Trying to not sound to angry at his angelic guardian but probably came across more gruff than he intended. "Because you're in two places right here right now, watching yourself talk to me from up there..." He paused himself a moment running his words through his mind again in an effort to keep the tenses straight as he spoke. "The you in front of me won't send me home because you remember being up there watching yourself not send me home because I'm here for some reason and I'm on my own with nothing but a 'good luck' from you. is that right?"

Raziel stopped moving about as Sylvir spoke and merely stood facing the anthropomorthic man. "I never said good luck." He replied. Drawing a slight growl from Sylvir. "But yes, That is correct. I can't send you home because events can not be altered from how they've already played out. From my perspective anyway." He added. Seeing the mix of hurt and anger in the eyes of his friend.

"This is why I hate this time travel crap!" Sylvir retorted rather angrily. His paws balling into fists as he spoke.

This gesture was not lost on the divine creature in the rabbit meat suit. He knew most likely that the silver furred hybrid before him had a bit of a temper when things didn't go quite the way he expected them too. He also knew that if he were capable of feeling pain that Sylvir would probably slug him across the muzzle for what he no doubt considered a betrayal. But it couldn't be helped. Things were not done here yet.

"You are here for a specific reason my friend." Raziel Spoke softly. "When it is done, you will make your own way home. From my perspective you have already done it." He smiles at the tiger-wolf.

Sylvir sighed heavily, kicking softly at the dusty cold dirt as bit as he looked down. Feeling kind of bad to have been short with my friend. "Don't suppose you can tell me what this 'thing' I'm supposed to do is, can ya?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"No. I can't reveal that either." He replies. "I'm the keeper of secrets for a reason. But I will tell you that some of the questions you've been asking yourself will soon be answered." He adds. Giving Sylvir one last knowing smile as he speaks. Then as quickly as he had come, he was gone and Sylvir was alone.

She had just finished making up a few meatloaf sandwiches from left overs when she heard the door open and the foot steps of the handsome stranger as he stepped back into the house. "I fixed us something to eat." Her voice calls out cheerfully hearing boots being kicked off and arranged on the mat. A bright smile forming on her lovely muzzle as he steps back into the kitchen. "Thought you might be hungry."

"He drinks in the scent of the tasty looking meal she had whipped up while he had taken out the trash and made his long distance call. "Thank you. It smells fantastic." He says softly seating himself upon one of the chairs that surround the island counter. "You didn't have to prepare anything though. You've already done so much for me." He adds looking at her with a sweet smile and sounding a little bashful.

She blushed a bit as he spoke. "Don't be silly cutie." She replies softly. Not realizing she'd called him 'cutie.' She wasn't aware of how much the presence of this stranger was affecting her actions and her thinking. "It was really nice of you to take out the garbage. I'd almost forgotten what it's like to have a man around the house." She says as she takes a seat as well across from him and takes a bite of her potato salad. She watches him bite into his sandwich and almost giggles as the murmuring sound of satisfaction he makes, clearly loving the taste of her cooking. "So Sylvir..." She says swallowing her food. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm in pest control." He says between chews of the yummy and flavorful food in his mouth. He'd never had a meatloaf sandwich that was this tasty in all his travels. Not even in the places where the signs had touted their local fame. "This is heavenly." He says cheerfully. Looking at her as he pays the compliment, seeing her face light up, her cheeks turning crimson beneath the soft orangish-red fur. "You could make a fortune selling these. I'd buy one every day." He adds before taking another bite.

Her smile is bright and she bashfully lets her eyes fall to her plate. She idly pushes around a chunk of potato with her fork. "Thank you." She replies softly. "I use ground bacon mixed into the beef along with shredded mozzarella and Italian seasonings. Nothing special." She adds before taking another bite of the salad. Her eyes coming back up to gaze at him again as he enjoyed his sandwich.

He swallows another bite. His tail in full wag mode behind him displaying his true level of pleasure at what he was eating. "Trust me cutie. I've had meatloaf sandwiches from far and wide in my travels," he sets down the uneaten portion in his paws as he speaks. "Some of them supposedly world famous," his paws make quotation signs as he says 'world famous' then quickly scoop up the sandwich again. "Those weren't even close to this little beauty right here. This is a work of art." He finishes then takes another bite. Grinning like a stupidly happy puppy getting a tummy rub.

"Wow. Thank you." She replies. Still smiling brightly herself from his kind words while trying to not giggle at how charmingly boyish he looked in that moment. "You really like your sandwiches dontcha?"

He nods happily. Mouth chewing thoroughly. Savoring.

"I'm glad." She says softly. Taking another bite of the potato salad. She wasn't all that hungry and had only fixed herself a plate because she had feared him turning down food if she wasn't having something as well. "So, pest control." She says looking at the male across from her. He didn't look like the type who would kill bugs for a living, at least not in her mind. He looked more the kind who did something psychically demanding. He looked very fit. Very healthy. "Like killing bugs? Spraying houses? An exterminator?" She asks. Her voice very sweet and alluring in its tone, trying to seduce the answers from him that might not easily come otherwise.

"Sort of..." He says after swallowing another bite. "Not just bugs and insects, although I do those on occasion." He adds. Launching into the short version of the very old and well rehearsed story that was always told when someone inquired. He did feel kind of bad to repay her kindness with lies. But he couldn't tell her the truth. As he spoke he noticed more and more the way she looked at him. The way she rubbed her paw against one of her cheeks as her eyes seemed to be undressing him. He couldn't help but be flattered. A married woman willing to give herself to him was something he considered an honor. To be held in such high regard as to be considered a special exception was heartwarming to him. He knew that wasn't how normal people were supposed to think though, as his brother had once pointed out to him. Which caused him to wonder from time to time how screwed up his mind was from the life he led.

As he spoke, she listened intently. Mindlessly nibbling away at cubes of potato and bits of the flavorful meatloaf she picked away from between the slices of bread with her fork. She sensed he wasn't being completely truthful with her. There was something hidden between the lines of his story. Something that he couldn't reveal. Something that although seemed dark, didn't make the man seem like a threat to her. It was the complete opposite in fact. He was some kind of protector. She felt safer with him around.

A while later. After they had finished eating and he had selflessly washed up the few dishes that had been dirtied, they found themselves in the living room. The AC-DC tape had been switched over to Skid Row and they talked like old friends while the music played softly in the background. Chilled glasses of rum and coke in their paws being sipped slowly. They talked of and exchanged stories of past experiences and lost loves. They traded tales of first sexual encounters and most daring escapades. Talked of old times and how much fun they had each had on so called 'best night of my life' adventures. They reminisced of things lost and moments they wished could be done over.

They danced together to the one song on the album that was slow enough to allow them. A soft love ballad that had them holding one another in a tight embrace. Their paws exploring each others back sides as they momentarily gave into mutual longing desire. Their lips locked together in a long passionate kiss that carried on as they stopped moving to the music and stood with their bodies pressed together in the center of the floor. But before it can go any further they pull away from one another, both panting a little heavily. The flesh beneath their fur equally crimson.

They returned to the couch, picking up their recently refilled drinks from the coffee table as they sat down and continued to talk. Both were feeling the warmth of the alcohol that now coursed through their bodies. It had made him loosen up a little and smile more than he had in years while at the same time making her slightly tipsy and more

As the time passed on and the music changed and the drinks were refilled again, they came to the realization that there was something between them. Some deep connection that they could both feel but one neither would bring up for fear of sounding crazy. They only exchanged long soulful looks over their drinks as the conversation continued on deep into the night.

At one point when she had returned from one of many trips to the bathroom to relieve her bladder, she carried with her a camera. She snapped a pic of him on her couch, the flash catching him by surprise. She giggled when he complained of being blind.

When she sat back down upon the couch, she took a seat much closer to him this time. Pressing her body closely against his and holding the camera to him. "Your arms are longer than mine cutie. Mind snapping off one of the two of us?" She asked sweetly. "I want to have something to remember you by. Something tells me you'll be gone in the morning." She adds. Masking the disappointment in her voice behind a veil of cheerfulness.

"How could I ever refuse such a request my lady." He replies feeling the warmth of her lithe curvy form against his own. He can feel that she's no longer wearing the bra she had on earlier when they were dancing together. He pretends he didn't hear the part about him being gone. He didn't want to acknowledge how right she was in her assessment. Part of him didn't want to make her sad; part of him didn't want to leave although he knew he didn't belong here. He held the camera out as much as he could. "Smile sweetie." He says, then presses the button.

Later on. After they had said good night. After they had engaged in another bout of passionate kisses and embraces from which they had once more turned away from each other; not feeling quite right to go ahead with the carnal sin that they each wanted, he found himself on the couch. Counting down the time. Wanting to make sure to wait until she was asleep before making his exit. He knew he needed to go, and every moment he stayed made it harder. Should she come now and ask him to stay he might never leave. He still couldn't figure out why.

She was so much like Nightfall. They had bonded so quickly, just like he and his future girlfriend had.

He and Nightfall had just had this odd spark between them that night they met in the bar. Something almost magical that felt right. As he thought back more on it, he realized that even at that first glace of her seated in that corner booth he had felt something for her. Like they were destined to find each other that night. That they hadn't just fucked in that hot tub; they had made love. As odd as that seemed to be to admit to himself, he knew it to be true. He had never tied to a random hookup girl before. It was a rule for him. 'No knotting. Just finish so you can leave quickly if ya have too." But he had given her that most intimate act of bonding without her even begging for it. It had just been a low and sweet "tie me Sylvie."

It had been the same feeling then as it was now. He would have tied her had they gone that far.

He smiled a bit at that thought as he rose from the couch, as quietly as he could and made his way to the door. After slipping on his boots he opened the door silently and slipped out. Despite the time of the year the nights were still somewhat warm. He walked quickly to the large garage on the side of the house. After a few minutes of carefully rummaging around he had uncovered the motorcycle she said he could borrow. He made his way out while pushing the bike along beside him. He wheeled the bike to the road and continued on that way for almost a half mile before he started it up, wanting to be far enough away that the sound of the engine wouldn't wake her.

Then he was gone.

She woke the next morning with a heavy sadness in her heart. She knew already that he was gone and she would find the house empty. She regretted having not taken him to her bed the night before, despite the fact she was a married woman she wished she had mated him. As she walked through the house, finding their empty glasses still on the coffee table and the scent of him still in the house, she sighed gently. She didn't realize just how much she had enjoyed his company until now, and she still couldn't figure out why. Something about him had been so right; even though he was a perfect stranger. She silently wished to see him again. That he would make good on his promise to bring back the bike she had lent him.

Almost eleven days pass before she gets her wish.

In the late night hours of the sixteenth she awaken by some odd sensation. Something she can't quite place. Just the sudden feeling that if she didn't wake up right now that she'd miss something very important. While having no idea what could possibly invoke such a powerful feeling inside her she sprung from the bed and quickly checked the house. Darting from room to room checking for fire or who knows what. She didn't know what she was looking for. Just to look for something.

It didn't help that she was alone once more. Her husband had returned home a day after Sylvir had left. But he had to go out of town on emergency business again later that day.

They hadn't even been able to have a welcome home roll in the hay. Which had upset her deeply because she had been hoping that he'd be home during her heat cycle. The very heat cycle that now raged through her and made her feel like her baby maker was a volcano spewing hot lava. The pills, which she hadn't taken yet would help to take the edge off but she was putting off taking them. What she really wanted was a good dousing from a male fire hose. Nothing else could calm that fire quicker. She clenched her legs together at the thought of being filled with that special liquid that would make her feel instantly better.

With a sigh she returned to her room, having found nothing in the house that needed her or could quell her need. She was just about to lay back down when she happened to turn her gaze out the window. There she saw what her subconscious must have sensed. It was him. Pushing the motorbike up the driveway like a reverse thief in the night. Returning it like he promised he would.

Sylvir had come back.

She quickly slipped into her housecoat and headed downstairs in the dark. She flipped on the lights in the living room and headed to the stereo where she hurriedly rifled through the cassettes. She jammed a mix of Def Leppard into the tape deck and pressed down the play button, then rushed over to the fire place and lit it up, flames roaring to life in the small opening. This was almost to perfect in her mind. The male she desired had come back during the high point of her heat. She perceived this to be some sort of divine intervention. An angelic paw guiding two souls to each other at the right moment. She had no idea just how right those thoughts really were.

He had replaced the bike and was now about to walk the few miles back to the barn to perform the ritual that would send him home. The pack on his back was heavy with the materials he would need to cast the spell and the also contained the weapon he would need to kill the demigod upon his return. If he timed it right, he would be returned to a point before he was sent back. That would give him the element of surprise. Would allow him to kill the creature before it even knew what had happened. He was already wearing a smirk of triumph when he noticed the light in the livingroom window. He could hear music as well. The sounds of one of his favorite bands wafting out into the night from the dimly lit windows.

She couldn't be... He thought as he turned toward the cobblestone path that led to the door. She should be asleep. Why are you going to the to the door you idiot? Stop. Stop! His mind seemed to almost scream the last words at him but it was already out of his paws. He couldn't stop himself. As he climbed the short staircase he seen a shadowy figure approach the door. A moment later it opens and he saw her once again. A goddess in orange-red fur that smiled sweetly at him and motioned for him to come inside. The door clicked shut behind him as he stepped through the door.

The first thing that hit him was the scent of her heat on the air. It struck him like a baseball bat to the groin. Only instead of making him double over in horrible pain, it instead roused his genitals to a state of unbelievable hardness.

He felt her arms wrap around him from behind, holding him tightly.

"I missed you Sylvir" She says softly. Her sweet voice filled with a hormone induced neediness. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"I didn't intend to see you again Susan..." He replied gently. His soft as soft as her. He didn't want to hurt her feelings at the moment, but he no longer had full control over most parts of himself. The sweet alluring scent of her estrus had stripped away his defenses in an instant. He was now vulnerable to her and he couldn't stop the truth from coming forth, even though he still tried to skirt around it by only addressing his replies to only the things she said. He couldn't answer what she didn't ask.

"Why didn't you want to see me again?"

The question came. As he knew it would. He didn't want to answer. He shouldn't answer. But the assault on his senses was almost overwhelming. The fact he wasn't between her legs already spilling his seed was testament to the willpower he possessed. But that willpower was fading fast. That scent was so powerful. More powerful than any he'd even encountered. Almost as if it was designed to trap him here on this night.

"Because I'm not supposed to be here..."

The answer came sullenly from his lips. A moment of silence passed between them.

Her embrace did not lessen.

The sexually charged lyrics of of the Def Leppard song playing on the stereo filled the room.

"What do you mean Sylvie?" She asks softly. Not wanting to let go of the man she was now risking her marriage upon.

He took her arms in his paws and loosened her embrace just enough to turn around to see her. He owed it to her to say what he was about to say face to face. "I'm from the future." He says sadly. Almost sure such a revelation will be seen as a lie and will be tossed out on his tail within moments. "The reason I suddenly appeared out of nowhere in that barn is because I was zapped here from the future. I'm from the year two-thousand-fourteen. I'm a hunter." He continues. Unable to stop himself from spilling his secrets now as he looked into the vixens beautiful deep green eyes that so much reminded him of the sweet girl back in the future. "I kill monsters. Vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters. trolls, witches, ghosts, demons. They're all real and I am one of the few out there in the darkness defending everybody who doesn't know about them from them." He pauses, taking a deep breath from having spilled so much on that one statement. He turned his head away sadly, expecting to be thrown out of here in her next breath.

She didn't doubt his words. She somehow believed them all. She could see it in his eyes. A secret pain rooted so deep that such an explanation had to be true. It just had to be. She stepped back from a him just a bit, taking his paws in her own and bringing them together. A look of sad uncertainty in his eyes as she brought his paws to her muzzle and kissed them sweetly. "I believe you." She states simply. Her eyes locked on his.

He's unsure of how to respond. No normal person has ever believed the real story of what's out there before. He wonders for a moment if he's finally lost his marbles and if this whole thing from the moment he arrived here has just been his Swiss cheesed brain making up a reality for him to live out while his real body is locked up in a mental ward back in his own time. He simply smiles at her. "I think one of us is crazy Susan..." He finally says. "And I don't think it's you." He adds sadly. "Anyway, the barn is my focal point for returning home. The return spell can only be cast there."

She smiles sweetly. Her paws moving to push the leather jacket that he acquired during his absence from his shoulders. As it slips down his arms and falls to the floor she sees the signs of battle upon his clothes. The rips and cut marks. The splattered dried blood trails. The healing wounds on his arms. No doubt that he had been busy while he'd been away. She caressed over his arms and took his paws in her own, holding them and squeezing them softly. "I want you to up stairs and shower sweetie. Can't have you going back to the future looking like that. I'll set out some fresh clothes you can put on when you leave." She stated simply. Sounding like she was giving him a command.

He smiled at the confidence in her voice. "Ok." He simply replies. The scent of her burning want that filled the air made it easy for the part of him that wanted to be a 'good boy' to obey. He turned and walked away from her, heading up the stairs and locating the bathroom.

As he followed her commands, she busied herself in the kitchen. She poured fresh drinks for the two of them. Mixing his extra strong. Although she was sure it wasn't really needed, she just wanted to be sure he wouldn't back out. She had her heart and her loins set on feasting on that magnificent males cock tonight and she would not be denied. She downed her drink and poured another. She could hear the shower running now.

She thought for a moment of interrupting him but decided against it. She wanted him to take her; not for her to be the one on the attack, no matter how badly her sex burned.

She found some clothes that should easily fit him. A old faded pair of her husbands blue jeans and an old well worn unisex Def Leppard t-shirt. She even grabbed a new pair of socks and underwear from the bottom drawer of the shared dresser where her mate kept a supply. She took these clothes to the kitchen. If she left them somewhere he could see them upstairs he might come downstairs dressed. She didn't want that. She heard the shower shut off. Come to mama big boy. She thought lustfully as her paws untied the belt of the housecoat. She tossed it in the direction of the table where it pooled on the floor. She could already feel the fur of her inner thighs becoming matted with her desire.

A few minutes later, after having checked outside the bathroom door and inside what he had guessed to be the master bedroom for the clothes she had promised but were nowhere to be found. He had ventured back downstairs, a wet towel wrapped around his waist.

He saw no sign of her in the living room where the stereo was now playing the would be classic anthem 'Pour some Sugar on Me.' He simply grinned, loving her taste in music. "Hey, Susan!" He called out heading to the kitchen door. "I thought you were gonna..." He words cut off as his jaw fell slack and his eyes widen at the sight of the nude orangish-red furred vixen standing at the counter island.

She giggled slightly at his dumbfounded response. "Mmm," she murmured softly. "Thought you might enjoy finding me like this." She cooed at him. Pursing her lips sweetly in an inviting gesture as her paws slid up and down over her incredibly sexy and shapely body. Feeling the stickiness of the juices that coated her thighs on her pads and dragging that potent nectar up over her fur as she petted her tummy and cupped her large breasts. The nipples already erect from the constant torture of her estrus. She turned around slowly as he watched and she spread her legs. Taking a wide stance and she bent over at the hips, pushing her lovely well toned tush outward. Her tail lifting high to give him the full view of her presented womanhood. "Or maybe you find this position more inviting?" She asks huskily, making a sound that almost sounded like purring.

He was speechless as his foot paws moved him forward forward. The sight of her exposed potent dripping sex acting like a magnet. He felt his member swell within his sheath then begin to slip free. He lowered to all fours like a true animal as he padded the rest of the way to her. His muzzle nuzzling the slick fur of her hot sticky thighs. His tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick and lap at the sweet nectar that coated them so liberally. The heavy aroma of her burning need pouring from between her legs clouds his mind in a haze of carnal lust.

She grinned from ear to ear and moaned softly feeling his muzzle rubbing between her legs. "Good boy." She says sweetly. "But don't be a tease now. Get up in there and lick that pussy like it belongs to you." She adds, spreading her legs even wider.

He happily obeys. His head rises slightly and his lips touch those of her vulva, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her as his tongue sinks into the cleft of her wet willing flesh and probes the hot pink inner flesh. He purrs loudly at the flavor that now surrounds and overwhelms his taste buds.

The vibration of his tongue against her inner walls feels so good that it makes her legs shake. She gasps and moans hotly feeling the hot slippery piece of muscle swirling against her insides. She claws at the countertop as he eats her out in a way that she's never experienced before. "Oh god Sylvir." she wails out loud. Bucking and grinding her hips against his muzzle involuntarily. It felt so good. Her husband had never given her a licking like this in all the years they'd been together and she felt like she'd been deprived all this time. She feel that wide hot flat tongue press against her g-spot suddenly and it makes her cum faster and harder than she ever has in her short life. Her whole body trembles and shudders in sheer delight as her spraying juices force his tongue out and cover his muzzle, glazing the short fur with her hot female honey.

But he doesn't stop licking. His muzzle and tongue are instantly pressed back against her now dripping pussy and he continues to lick and lap expertly, cleaning her outer lips of every delicious drop of of her sweet nectar. Seemingly unable to get enough in her hormone drenched juices.

She has to literally push him away with her legs as she pants heavily. "Good god Sylvir..." She says in a voice that's almost out of breath as she turns to face the male that rising to his feet, the towel around his waist now quite tented. Her thighs now even stickier and more matted than they had been before he started. "That was fucking incredible." She says with a grin on her muzzle that is wide and lustful as one of her paws finds its way between her legs. A deft finger dipping into her honeypot for a moment then coming back out coated with her special sauce. She brings that soaked digit to her mouth and sucks it dry as he watches. She murmurs softly at the flavor, noticing the way the drying cloth around his waist as his cock visibly moves as his member clearly twitches at the erotic sight. "I think its time you lose the towel Sylvie." She say's as the finger slips from her maw and she begins to slowly pad over to him. "Mommy needs your cock."

The corner of his mouth curls upward slightly, baring the fangs on that side as his paw takes hold of the tucked corner of the towel. "Yes Mistress." He replies pulling the cloth loose and away from his body. Revealing his impressive sex to her as the towel is flung carelessly to the corner of the room.

Her eyes widen upon seeing it and she blushes quite heavily. "Oh my..." She begins to say. Trailing off as she reaches and takes the girthy pole of male flesh into her paw, making his body tense up slightly from the intimate contact. "I've never seen a blue cock before." She comments, unable to take her eyes off the impressive mast of masculinity between his legs. "But it's just what I was hoping you'd have for me sweetie." She adds. Her voice husky and dripping with lust as she sunk to her knees to admire his colorful joystick more closely. She couldn't believe her luck. This has got to be eight inches at least. She thinks to herself as her paw slowly strokes to the tip and back down to his sheath. The sky blue flesh very hot to the touch as she leans in and begins to rub the large spire of hybrid meat all over her face. Giving into her deepest urges as her other paw comes up and cups his furry pouch, feeling the heaviness of his pent up balls. "Mmm, looks like you haven't shot your load in awhile. Do you have a big load of man milk for mommy?" She asks almost dreamily as her fingers caress over and lightly squeeze his orbs, making him yip softly.

He growls playfully looking down at her, watching the way she rubs his pre drooling pole all along her muzzle and over her cheeks. Matting the fluffy white facial fur as her eyes look up into his.

"You're so thick." She says sweetly giving the large cock in her paw another slow squeezing stroke, making a large bead of sticky precum ooze from the tip. She licks it up with a soft murmur, enjoying the gooey almost candyish flavor on her taste buds. "Hope I can fit it all in my little mouth." She adds coyly. Her muzzle opens wide and slowly takes his marvelous manhood inside. She listens to his gasp and begin to moan gently as her experienced lips slide further and further down until she's swallowed every delicious inch of his meat. Her tongue firmly massaging the base of his canine steak, moaning a little herself feeling the steady throb of his heartbeat through his pulsing flesh.

"Daddy has a very big load for mommy." He says with a sheepish grin. His voice soft and almost docile as he brings a paw up, placing it between her ears and petting the silky reddish hair. "But you're not going to get to taste it." He adds as their gazes meet and the desire that he sees burning in those bright green pools intoxicates him further, chasing away the thoughts of the girl in his future. Is it cheating if my girlfriend hasn't been born yet? He briefly ponders feeling her tongue working the underside of his blue pole. He genuinely didn't know and in this moment he's to drunk from the chemically impairing effects of her pheromone to really care. He only cared that this bitch needed a breeding and his was the only cock around to give it to her.

"Oh?" She seemingly questions. A sly grin gracing her lovely lips as she laps down his impressive length again, tongue licking deftly over and behind the slowly swelling bulb at its base, drawing a soft whine from tall male. "We'll see." She simply states then swallows that yummy slab of meat once more, making him moan with his tip embedded lovingly in her throat.

The kitchen becomes heavy in the sounds of their sexual play. Tails swishing and thumping against various objects, some of which are knocked to the floor. A slurping tongue and suckling muzzle muffling the hungry moans of a lusty vixen gobbling the large meal of man meat being fed to her by the growling and purring half cat half dog crossbreed.

He pulls his pre dripping dick from the vixens drooling mouth and smacks his hot flesh against her pursing lips, grinning as they obscenely kiss at his batting meat stick. He begins to pad backward slowly, beckoning for her to follow with an inviting finger. His throbbing tool bobs slightly from his backward movement, tail wagging a bit as he passes through the door into the living room.

She follows obediently, crawling on her paws and knees like a sex starved female who's just pleading for a good breeding. Allowing her tongue to hang from her open muzzle while looking up at the sexy beast of a man, giving her best seductive stare as her tail sways sexily. She pursues him all the way to couch where he's patting at the cushions.

"Come up here and lay down sweetie." He says softly, commanding her like she was a feral.

She's only too happy to play along. Finding it even hotter that he's taken charge in such a way. She crawled slowly onto the sofa, taking the opportunity to play his skin flute again as her muzzle trails close enough. Her soft lips once more sliding slowly up and down his blue soul pole, drawing another low purring moan from him as she looks at at him hungrily; not breaking that eye contact as she pulls away and lays down on her back. The thick bushy tail draped over the side and along the floor a bit.

"Such a good girl." He says soft, eliciting a sly grin from her in response as her tail thumps against the floor.

He joins her on the sofa, taking position between the legs that spread wide to welcome his body as their lips meet in a passionate embrace. He feels her paw take hold of his member and guide him home; making him gasp and her cry out blissfully into the kiss as her incredibly tight glove of secret female flesh wraps around and grips his cock. He thrusts the rest of the way into her wet hot tunnel with a growl. Holding himself hilted within her depths for a long moment to make her feel every thick solid inch.

Her lips tear away from his as she feels him pressing hard against against her cervix. She moans and whimpers from the delightful sensation of being so completely filled. It's what she's been craving; has been needing. "Fuck me Sylvir..." She says. Her voice almost a whisper but it's tone clearly one of begging.

The corner of his lips pulls upward in a fang revealing grin as he moves his hips back slowly, making them both shiver joyfully until only the tapered tip of his azure flesh remained nestled within the folds of her hot wet slit. He pauses. Tail swaying slowly behind him, almost hypnotic in it's motion as he purposely tortures her. He gazes longingly into her eyes, wanting her to beg for him one more time.

She whines lowly. That smooth hot flesh teasing just inside her dripping snatch is driving her up the wall. "Please Sylvie." She starts to say through a shivering moan, her tail rising and falling against the hardwood floor. "Please be a good boy and give mommy what she needs. Mommy needs your thick fucking cock to give her pussy a good stuffing."

His grin becomes a soft smile and his body answers her request. His hips finally push forth again, making them both moan happily. Her arms wrap around his back and pull his body close to hers to hug him tightly; fingers combing through his soft fur as she feels his key glide fully into her lock then slip back out only to be slide in again.

Both of them groaning their pleasure to the other as their chests rise and fall pressed against each other as their breaths become heavier and more labored.

Her paws come up and grip his shoulders. Claws sinking into the fur and pressing softly into the warm flesh beneath, enticing a throaty growl from him as she runs one down the length of his striped back and grips his firm ass. Giving his tail a teasing squeeze as well, then the other paw does the same. Over and over again as she enjoys the yummy feeling of his thick milk bone plowing itself in and out of her front yard.

His lips begin to nibble and kiss at her throat as his hips settle into a medium rocking motion. He can feel her hips rolling under him, matching his pace in perfect rhythm. His lips and tongue trail down to her left breast. Licking and kissing the silky white fur of the large feminine orb until he reaches its hardened peak. His lips close over the perk soft pink nipple, suckling gently as he takes the sensitive nub gingerly between his teeth and flicks his tongue over it while pulling softly.

She cries out joyfully, relishing in the pleasurable assault his mouth was devoting to her breast, feeling herself on the brink again as the slight tingle became a raging inferno in her loins. She moves a paw from his back and slips it down in between their grinding bodies, her finger pads seeking her clitoris and starting to rub in hasty circles. Her moans become louder and suddenly she cries out gleefully, her eyes closing tightly as her body begins to surf the waves of another crashing climax.

His tail abruptly straightens and he yelps in surprise. His mouth comes away from her breast as he feels her inner walls clamp down like a vice on his rod. The tightness was almost painful as he finds himself being held in place within her, unable to pull out or thrust forth further. He closes his eyes. Growling through gritted teeth, moaning a bit loudly as his body suddenly turns the pain to delicious pleasure. Almost causing him to collapse on her from sudden overload. He purrs softly and begins to thrust once more as her body calms down and her pussy finally releases its death grip on his tool.

Her arm slips back up from between them then wraps around his back to join the other as she hugs him warmly again, holding herself tightly against his strong frame. She nuzzles him affectionately, rubbing her muzzle slowly all over over his face until her nose slips under to his chin. She nudges his muzzle up and kisses him passionately, moaning softly feeling his hard manly flesh still thrusting steadily between her legs, the thick knot thudding against her opening every time. "Let me ride that magnificent cock you beautiful hybrid beast." She commands in a husky whisper.

He slips his right arm under and around her shoulders. Holding as tightly to her body as she is against his own then plants his left paw on the back of the sofa, using it to help push not only himself but her upward as well. A moment later, with his legs readjusted and stretched out under them, he leans back with her laying on top. His hard hot hybrid bone remaining buried within her wet tight hole as they resettle on the couch.

Her legs nestle into his sides as she now straddles him. Her hips begin to rock gently as she plants her paws in his firm chest and pushes her torso upward. Her large white breasts bouncing enchantingly before his watching eyes as she relishes the sensation of several inches of his godly love obelisk is revealed from her desert oasis before being sunk back inside. "I love the way your dick feels inside me future boy." She coos happily, smiling a sweet sultry smile she spoke. Her words drawing a cute blush from him. Her paws run over his chest, massaging and clawing playfully at his pecs and tummy where she could feel the definition of his muscle under the soft slightly damp fur. She leans down and licks his nose, grinning as he wriggles it, giggling from the ticklish sensation as he does. She grinds her clit against his knot a bit on every down stroke, their moans mixing together in unison and she can feel his body beginning to tremble in pleasure under her. "That's it sweetie." She purrs softly, nuzzling all along his muzzle as the sounds of their mating become a symphony of long moans, soft sighs and quivering gasps. "Fill me up with your big hot load." She whispers while looking deep into his multicolored eyes.

He whines loudly, his paws pushing down on her hips. Trying to make her take his knot but she's clearly in control and not allowing that to happen. He gives her a begging look of confusion, not understanding her refusal under it seemed like she wanted it so badly.

"Not yet sweetie." She says with a soft smile between moans. Her hips rolling effortlessly as she expertly rides this misfurred stallion. "Mmm, this is just the first round silly boy. Mommy wants to enjoy this nice cock more than once. If you tie me now I'll have to wait a half hour before you can fuck me again." She says matter of factually. She moans loudly, on the edge of another release as a particularly high pitched whine pours from his open panting muzzle.

He moans through one last whine, eyes clenching shut as he roars out in climax. Every muscle in his body tensing, tail whipping about erratically in the throes of orgasmic joy as his overloaded balls begin to drain into the beautiful young vixen.

Her eyes widen in a shock of pleasure as she feels the first jet of his seed erupt deep inside. That incredible jolt of heat pushing her over the edge again. Bringing waves of pure euphoria crashing down upon her shores and cries out as her female juices spill from her spasming pussy, soaking and matting the fur of his groin as his nuts continue to pump his large load into her. The heavy throbbing rhythym of his spurting cock feeling so incredibly good to her that she wished he'd never stop cumming. She purrs softly at the spreading warmth she feels at the core of her being.

Then without warning, in one sudden fluid motion she lifts her hips away from his. Moving down his twitching body very quickly and wraps her lips around his still pulsing cock just in time for a creamy spurt of hot man milk to splash against the roof of her muzzle and drip onto her tongue. She moaned happily at the sweet taste and swallowed then suckled him hungrily, wanting every last drop he had to give. Her right paw pumping his shaft, coaxing the last few spurts from his waning orgasm while her left reaches up and pets his tummy as she drinks the last gooey drizzle. She notices his eyes are open again and makes a satisfied murmur as she lets his still solid meat slip from her mouth and gives it a nuzzle with her cheek.

"Just had to have a taste didn't ya." He says with a grin. Chest rising and falling as he pants. Tail trapped under her body.

"Mhm." She replies giving his long rod another slow lick. Looking very much like a kit in a candy shop. "Told you I would." She adds with a smile, then lifts herself up and turns around. Taking position on all fours, tail wagging enticingly as she present to him again. "Round two."

He needs no further encouragement. He quickly moves behind her and guides himself back into that hot tight love juice soaked tunnel. Both moaning as he begins to move his hips once more. Thrusting harder and faster than he had previously, making her tits jiggles and his balls slap against her clit.

She moans and pants heavily, having not received such a passionate pounding in quite some time. She wraps her tail around his waist and once against slips her paw between her legs to rub as his thick blue pole pistons in and out of her. The room filling again with the sounds of their mating and she's thankful for the first time that she has no nearby neighbors whom might possibly hear them.

Over the next twenty minutes their voices would mingle together as they moaned and cried out each others names.

The night becoming one that neither would ever forget and would never be able to be explained to anyone in a way that would make sense. One of them betraying their marriage, the other betraying a sweet young woman that he loved very dearly and owed his life to, yet didn't exist in this here and now.

She had felt some sort of cosmic connection to him when she found him laying on the floor of the barn, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

He had felt it when he woke up in the cab of her truck.

Neither of them had understood it then but in this moment it didn't matter. They were doing what they had been brought together by fate to do; doing what needed to do, what they could no longer resist doing. Creating life.

They both howled out as his knot forced its way into her body and he started to pump another large load into her fertile womb. He bites down on the back of her neck, symbolizing that this night had been about love more than lust and she moans his name out softly feeling the pleasant heat of his seed radiating outward from her depths.

Then they laid quietly tied together. Their breathing heavy and rhythmic. Tails intertwined as he licked at the slight wounds he left on the back of her neck. Neither of them spoke. He simply held her close in his arms for awhile.

Eventually, with a little work she was able to turn her body around with him still in her so she could lay face to face. She wanted to see him for real one last time, knowing that he would be gone when she woke. She admired the strange little talisman on his necklace for a moment then wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. "I'm going to miss you." She whispers sadly.

Then that was it. She passed out in his arms. She she woke, he was gone.

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It was another full hour before he had left her house.

After carefully slipping out of her arms and positioning her on the center of the couch so she wouldn't fall off he covered her with a blanket that had been draped over the back.

He had gone to the kitchen and dressed in the clothes that belonged to her husband, trying not to dwell on how much he'd taken from that stranger he'd never meet. He hadn't noticed that his talisman was missing. The old piece of lace that his necklace was made of had been snagged by one of Susan's claws while they cuddled and had gently torn away from his body when he slipped out of her embrace.

Before he stepped out the door, he gave her one final kiss on the forehead, like he had given to Nightfall on so many of their hunts when he'd feared that one of them might not see the other again. He whispers his goodbye then left the house, locking the door with the key under the mat.

About two hours later he was standing in the middle of the barn floor. A large circle painted in blood decorated with enochian symbols and siguls. At the center of the circle was a bowl filled with the ingredients that would activate the spell he needed to use to go home. Raziel stood by his side, making slight adjustments to the spells wording.

Sylvir pulled the last item from his back pack. A large knife soaked in enchanted blood. "You sure this will work?" He asks his angel friend.

"Quite." The rabbit replied. "This is the return spell for the spell that was used to zap you here. But since your plan is to go back early and get the drop on him just after he zaps you, this adjustment should place you in the barn earlier that day. You'll just have to wait then strike."

"Ok then." Sylvir says back, giving the rabbit a knowing look. "You knew, didn't you?" He asks bluntly.

"Yes Sylvir. I knew." Was the only reply that came from the angel.

Sylvir only smiled a bit. "Ok, lets get me home." He say then kneels before the bowl with the peice of paper.

"I'll clean up here once your gone Sylvir." Raziel says.

Sylvir reads the words on the paper, then tosses a lit match into the bowl.

The flash of light could be seen miles away in the darkness of the night.

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Nightfall cried out as Sylvir disappeared before her eyes in a blinding flash of light that made her recoil and shield her vision from the painful brightness.

"What did you do to him you son of a bitch!!!" She screams at the demigod. "If you hurt him I swear I'll skin you alive!"

No reply came forth.

Then a paw took hers and helped her to her feet.

"It's ok sweetie. Sylvies here." She heard his sweet voice say.

She opened her eyes slowly, the fuzzy blur before her slowly took shape into the face her knew so well now. "Sylvir!" She cried out, throwing her arms around him. "What happened? I thought he killed you." She says, trying to fight back tears. She looks to the floor behind him, seeing the beheaded entity.

"It's a long story sweetie."

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He had been gone almost two hours when she woke up alone on the couch. Not noticing right away that she had been covered up with a blanket. She called out his name but deep inside she knew that was gone. That he was on his way home. Returning to his time.

She couldn't help but feel an incredible sadness inside. In one short week she had fallen in love with a wonderful and kind stranger and had given herself to him, betraying her marriage in the process. She wept quietly, but not for what she had done. Her tears fell at the realization that she hadn't even gotten to say good bye. That hurt the most somehow.

As she pulled the blanket away she felt something dangling from her paw. She thought she had caught a loose thread but when she looked to see what it was she froze.

It was his necklace.

She figures it must have been accidentally torn away from his body in the throes of their mating. She held the the little oddly shaped facial figure in the palm pad of her paw and traced over the curves of its horns with one finger, thinking it to be a strangle little thing but felt that it was somehow important.

That he never would have left it behind.

She rushed to the kitchen and grabbed her housecoat, then the keys from the hook board in front of the door and she was off. She doubted that she'd be able to catch him in time but knew she had to try. As she jumped into the drivers seat she felt a slight squishy dampness between her legs, the evidence of their earlier activity still leaking from her a bit. She realizes the burning desire has passed and smiles as the engine roars to life. She was pregnant.

The farm had just become visible in the headlights when a large flash echoed outward from the large barn, illuminating the sky for a brief moment.

She had just missed him.

It was a few minutes yet before she would be standing in the spot where he had first been found passed out. A smoking bowl laid in the center of a large painted circle filled with intricate looking shapes and squiggles on the floor.

She had no real idea what she was looking at, but knew that this was where he had worked whatever magic he had used to go home. She began to weep again and dropped to her knees, just watching the smoke continue to softly billow from the bowl. She fished the necklace from the pocket of her housecoat and made a new knot where the old worn string had broken then slips it over her head. She held the little talisman in her paw firmly and whispered a sweet goodbye, calling out his name.

As she turned to leave she caught a only a brief glimpse of an angel in bunny form reaching for her. Then she saw nothing till she awoke the next morning on her couch, still clad in the housecoat. She tried to recall how she had gotten home but was unable. She remembered seeing a tallish looking rabbit in a suit and trench coat and then everything had gone white. She remembered hearing an angelic voice telling her to not worry. She reached for the necklace and when she felt it was still around her neck, she smiled warmly.

One day she would give that talisman to his son or daughter, so that they would be able to carry some real piece of their true father with them. Hoping that it would protect them somehow and that it would protect her.

In the years to come when she would think back on that night, whenever she replayed the events in her head. She would remember his confession word for word. She never changed it because she had believed him. She had been right about him. He was a protector or sorts; out there defending the innocent from monsters that were supposed to be only children's stories. From time to time when she was alone; she would pull out those old polaroid photos she had taken of them together and just look at them. She would smile fondly as she remembered the love she shared with that good man and the little girl that had come of their one night of loving passion. Even thought she would never tell his daughter about him, she always saw him in her. Especially when she would see the talisman dangling from the silver chain around her neck. She wanted to tell her, she truly did, but she simply couldn't. How do you tell your little girl her real daddy was a time traveling hero from the future?