{"sf1_id":8901,"sf2_id":"ZeqO7Qvn","title":"Chapter Two: Passion","author":"The Roseblack Dragon","words":3935,"posted_at":"2006-01-16T07:38:00.000Z","tags":["Bunny","Feudal Japan","Fox","Hybrid","Lizard","M/F","Plot Development"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/8901-chapter-two-passion","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZeqO7Qvn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/87/4a/874a8481-e4ab-4dcf-904b-a6df88938315","description":"#3 of Tales of Ippon","content":"_Sometimes things do not go as men plan them to..._  \n  \n  \nAritseru Kajikuro gave a content sigh, smiling to himself. His plan was coming  \nalong nicely. He watched absently as the busty Jyujin vixen he had just taken as a consort a  \nyear before worked her well-trained lips along and over his manhood. Aritseru was thought  \nof as an oddity among the major peoples of Ippon. His mother was Jirajin, but he had been  \ntold that his father was a Kibajin Ronin from the Far north. The result was rather unique, for  \nAritseru's body was lightly covered in hard red scales, but a thick mane of coarse wolf hair  \nran along his spine and down his shorter-than-average Jirajin tail. His face was lupine in  \nstructure, but the scales over his body were there too, making him look quite different. He  \nwas in peak condition, and he knew it. He gave a low, soft grumble of pleasure as the  \nsmaller vixen suckled at the impressive length of his shaft. He grinned, the short talons on  \nhis smoothly scaled fingers combing through the girl's hair, \"Mmmm. Such a Good girl, Hana-  \nchan.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hana moaned in response to the praise, slowly savoring the taste of her lord's  \nshaft, her deft fingers stroking over the soft skin of his sack. Aritseru gently pulled her  \nfarther onto his cock, stuffing her soft mouth with his warmth, but his mind was on his target;  \nUsuyami Shidomori. For over a year she had carefully evaded him and outwitted his  \nadvances, but his newest plan was flawless. He would have her, and she would yield under  \nhim. As he firmly but lovingly moved Hana around, lining himself up behind her and smoothly  \nhilting his solid cock in her silken tunnel. Hana cried out lustfully at the intrusion, but Aritseru  \ndid not hear her. Instead his mind altered her moans to those of the Lady Shidomori. His  \nimagination ran wild as he drove into the vixen hungrily, thinking her to be his true goal as  \nhe drove his harness into her, forcing her snug cunny to fit his still hardening shaft.  \n  \n\"Lord Kajikuro,\" a voice broke in through the moans and sounds of heavy sex, \"I  \nhave news.\"  \n  \nAritseru paused, snapping back to reality, \"what?\" he grumbled, feeling Hana flex  \nherself on his shaft, silently begging him to finish her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The messenger knelt outside the thing shoji door, and both parties could see the  \nother's silhouette easily. \"It's about the Roji, sir. They've sent and envoy to speak with you.\"  \n  \nAritseru growled and gave Hana a quick jabbing thrust, making her yelp in  \npleasure, \"Damn the Roji, I'll see those offal when I damn well feel like it, what else?\"  \n  \n\"The Lady Shidomori has accepted your invitation to your festival,\" the messenger  \nresponded quickly, his own maleness growing hard and the sound of Aritseru pleasuring one  \nof his many women.  \n  \n\"Excellent...\" Aritseru hissed in glee as he resumed his smooth yet firm pounding  \nof Hana's sweet pussy. The Messenger waited to be dismissed, as was custom, and Aritseru  \nonly paid him slight attention as he made Hana squeal in delight more. Aritseru spoke  \nshortly, grunting almost between each word in exertion as he drove the vixen closer to her  \npeak, fondling her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other, \"See to it that she has a  \nplace to stay wherever she wishes when she arrives. I want her to be as comfortable as  \npossible for the festival, Urgh...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hana yelped as Aritseru's knot, part of his Kibajin heritage, popped into her tight  \nhole and locked them together. As she came around the swelling bulb of flesh, Aritseru  \nhissed and gripped her hips hard, pulling her to him as he unloaded pulse after hot pulse of  \nhis virile seed into her clutching womb.  \n  \nThe messenger swallowed nervously, his own shaft staining his loincloth, \"An-  \nanything else lord?\"  \n  \n\"No. Dismissed,\" Aritseru sighed contently, laying the shivering Hana out along  \nside him as he lay on his side, the two of them locked together while his thick knot ensured  \nthat his seed had nowhere to go but inward. He let his mind wander over the details of the  \ncoming festival, and his plans to claim the lady Shidomori as his own. Before he had realized  \nit, his knot had shrunk down to the point where he could safely leave Hana's soft cunny. He  \npulled out of her with a wet sound, and idly watched the remains of his climax seep from her  \ndepths. As he pulled his robe on he stepped to the window and looked out over his city. In  \ntwo days, she would be there... as beautiful as ever and ripe for the plucking.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n  \nMagura Kibotani was not a wealthy merchant by any means, but what he lacked in  \nmoney; he made up for with connections. Across the entirety of Ippon, he was known and  \nliked. His business savvy was not perfect, but his customers and trading partners liked his  \nmethods and morals, and that made for repeat bargains. He was rich in fame instead of  \nwealth. Women wanted him, men wanted to be him, but he was simply happy being himself.  \nHe strolled through the market of Eizu, smiling merrily. Eizu was the place to be at the time,  \nfor the Lord Kajikuro had lowered taxes by half the normal rate for the month of his  \nbirthdate. Merchants were raking in gold and rice, the two currencies of Ippon, though rice  \nwas more accepted among farmers. Magura was no exception to this. He had brought with  \nhim a convoy of a thousand bushels of rice, fifty skeins of silk from Kadomatsu in the Far  \nWest of Ippon, and almost seven hundred bard of gold, valued at about five thousand Ryo  \neach. With all that, he could literally buy a hotel for himself, but the convoy represented his  \nentire savings, and he was not about to squander it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Magura was easily noticed. Not many Jyujin carried the snowfox colorings. He was  \ntotally white, save for gray eartips and handfur. His robes were plain for a merchant, but still  \nfiner than most Samurai or any farmer could afford. He looked up from a young Jirajin girl's  \njewelry booth and saw that his small caravan had stopped. He pushed past the crowd gently  \nto see the fuss. At the front of the crowd, his shock was total. From all he could tell, a pair of  \nforeigners were in an argument with one of Lord Kajikuro's samurai. Somehow they had  \noffended him. Foreigners were almost unheard of in Ippon, and those that were there were  \ncentered in the west, with the ports and fishing villages. To see two of them in a land like  \nEizu was bordering on the impossible. Naturally the pair made a true spectacle of  \nthemselves. The male was Jyujin, but his coloring was muted, being more brown than the  \nbrilliant copper hues of most Jyujin. Atop his head was a strange bowl-shaped hat with a  \nshort brim, while his body was covered in multiple layers of a thick, rough looking fabric. His  \neyes were a bright brown, and larger than most Jyujin eyes too.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The woman was even more of a visual assault on the eyes, and likely the cause  \nof all the ruckus. She seemed to be some kind of rabbit-woman, totally alien in Ippon, and  \ncertainly odd-looking to anyone from the lands there. She was wearing a similar outfit to her  \ncompanion, but in blacks and reds instead of browns, and with a large cylinder-shaped hat  \nwith wide brim and a massively grotesque purple feather sticking out of the hatband. Bright  \nred makeup covered the tops of her eyes, right up to her eyebrows, like a gross parody of a  \nkabuki dancer.  \n  \nThe Samurai, a Rat clad in the blue-black colors of the Arisou Clan chittered  \nangrily at the woman about her offensive appearance and lack of manners. On the other  \nside, the foreign man yapped angry incoherent strings of what Magura recognized as English,  \nidly picking out simple words about not understanding, and a few choice insults about the  \nrat's attitude as well. Not wanting to see bloodshed, Magura stepped forward, but the Rat's  \nsword came out. The foreign Jyujin yanked a strange device from his pocket, but the  \nSamurai was in motion, and before anyone could react, the rat slashed, leaving a thin slice  \nacross the foreigner's chest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It took a moment for the crowd to start clearing out as fast as they could manage,  \nfor Samurai that drew blood were usually dangerous. This was further proved as he stepped  \nover the wailing man, intent on killing the girl. With a wild shriek of righteous rage, he  \nbrought the katana down, but a glimmering shaft of white steel interposed. The Rat's eyes  \nadjusted, focusing on the new intruder. A rather massive spear, with a long, wide blade on  \nthe end, and a big white silk length of cloth tied to the haft just after the blade.  \n  \n\"Honor is not found in killing innocent, unarmed Women Friend,\" the spear's  \nowner spoke calmly. He was a tall, even for a Jirajin, and his thick scales were a brilliant  \nblue, like the color of deep sky. White hair was puled back into a ponytail from under the  \nwide-brimmed straw hat. His outfit was that of any travelling samurai, done in the white and  \nteal colors of the Rokkotsu clan. At his waist were his swords, though he obviously favored  \nthe spear. He was an experienced fighter, for despite the tension in the air, he was calm like  \na sleeping butterfly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Look at her! She is ugly, and I will not tolerate her presence!\" the Rat howled at  \nthe new Samurai, enraged by the interruption, and worked up from his attack on the man.  \n  \nThe Jirajin spoke calmly, \"Perhaps. But she is Foreign, and that allows for  \nconsideration on our half.\"  \n  \nThe Nezujin samurai would not hear of it. \"I will kill her and resolve the issue!  \nNow stand aside before I cut you down as well!\"  \n  \nThe Jirajin bristled, his scales rattling against each other in the shiver of controlled rage. He  \nexhaled and shifted his weight; \"I am Shuji Yarimoto. You will not touch her.\"  \n  \nThe Nezujin hissed, \"Kuji Morisa. You will die before her.\" The Rat wasted no time  \nand lunged, but the stroke was expertly deflected by the blade of the spear. Shuji Yarimoto  \nspun sideways and whipped the spear around, bring the last half-meter of the pole into sharp  \ncontact with Kuji Morisa's rump, making the smaller Rat yowl in pain and stumble headlong  \ntoward a nearby wall. The Nezujin roared and returned the attack, but again, the spear  \nturned the blade aside with no effort and this time the bad end of the spear connected with  \nthe back of Kuji Morisa's head, sending him to the ground in a heap. Shuji righted the spear  \nand sighed. He looked to the girl who was worrying over the fallen man, whimpering \"James?  \nJames?\" at him. Shuji looked around and saw that Magura was still there.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You there, Merchant!\" he smiled, motioning Magura over, \"you speak their  \nlanguage?\"  \n  \nMagura nodded a bit and stepped closer, having the merchant's natural distrust of  \nsamurai, \"Y-yes... a little.\"  \n  \nShuji smiled, \"please convey my apologies for Morisa-san's actions, and tell her  \nthat I will take her companion to my suite nearby to have his injury treated.\"  \n  \nMagura took a moment to decipher the words in his head, then carefully spoke to  \nthe girl who looked up at the shattered English. She responded slowly and looked to Shuji,  \nblushing as she spoke directly to him in equally broken Ipponese.  \n  \n\"Please forgive, I speak little your words. Not have many words, but if talk small,  \nI understand.\"  \n  \nShuji nodded and slowed his speech, making sure to use hand gestures to help  \nconvey the message, \"I'm taking him to be healed. To remove the cut.\"  \n  \nThe Girl nodded and blushed, \"My Thanks to you, Samurai-sama.\" The reply was  \nastoundingly well spoken and her manners were rather polite. Shuji hefted the now  \nunconscious fox easily and carried him, motioning for her to follow.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I will get you some clean things to wear, and we will make sure your friend is  \nhealed,\" Shuji moved down the street and into an inn.  \n  \nMagura looked on, then shrugged the escapade off and got his convoy moving  \nagain, needing to reach the booth he had reserved for his trading.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nShuji nodded and pressed a pouch of coins into the surgeon's hand, \"thank you.\"  \n  \n\"He will live, but he lost a lot of blood, don't expect him to wake up for a few  \ndays, or have the energy to move for a week or more.\"  \n  \nShuji nodded, \"I will tell her.\" He sent the doctor on his way and turned back to  \nsee the foreign girl. He blinked and smiled, \"how does it feel?\"  \n  \nShe blushed and nodded timidly, her ears set back along her hair all of it carefully  \ntied with silk ribbons. Her makeup was gone, replaced by a less striking eyeshadow, and  \nvibrant lip-gloss. She wore a fine teal kimono with bamboo patterns on it, and white Tabi  \nsocks on her feet. \"Feel... naked.\"  \n  \nShuji blinked, then remembered that foreign women wore close-fitting clothes  \nunder their clothing, unlike Ipponese women, who didn't wear such things under their  \nkimonos. \"I see.... Well, I didn't get to see, but I'm certain that even without the kimono you  \nare stunning.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She blinked, not really understanding, \"what you say?\"  \n  \nShuji nodded, setting his hat aside and smiling at her with his deep turquoise  \neyes, \"I said that I think you would be beautiful naked too.\"  \n  \nShe blushed hotly at that and fidgeted in place.  \n  \n\"I am sorry, I did not mean to offend,\" Shuji caught himself, shaking his head. He  \ndid not want the girl to think him crude.  \n  \nShe smiled a little and shook her head, \"I thinking... same.\"  \n  \nHe blinked, confused, \"say again?\"  \n  \nShe blushed and looked down, \"not have word for man and woman together...\"  \n  \nThe idea hit Shuji like a thrown rock. The foreigner wanted to sleep with him? He  \ninstantly ran over all the possible reasons for this. Perhaps the girl was curious about him.  \nMaybe her companion was her lover and she needed the attention. He shook his head and  \nstared at her, \"you are wanting to... be with me?\"  \n  \nShe blushed and looked away a bit, \"you save me. Even James not save me  \nmuch times.\"  \n  \nHe nodded. She wanted to repay his kindness, \"I see... Well, if you are certain.\"  \n  \nShe took a moment to translate his words and then gave a shy nod. Shuji nodded  \nback and set his swords aside, moving to the door and whispering orders to the maids. He  \nmoves back into the collection of rooms and nodded to the girl, leading her toward the  \nsleeping area. The sun was setting slowly and it cast an orange light about the room. She  \nblushed and looked around, \"walls are paper?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Shuji nodded, \"the walls are only paper in mind... if you think wall is brick, or tree,  \nor ocean, the wall becomes such.\" He nodded, smiling and pulling moving over to the corner  \nof the room, pulling his hakama off and his gi top, pulling a plain white sleeping robe on. The  \ngirl watched him, eyeing his muscled back, and admiring the way his scales shimmered. She  \nnoticed that his chest and belly and under his jaw were not scaled, but covered by a smooth  \nwhite skin that looked leathery. She carefully reached back and tugged at the obi on her  \nwaist, untying the wide sash carefully, and undoing the work that the maids had gone  \nthrough to get her in the kimono. The under kimono was enough to sleep in, but she  \nimagined that once things got moving, she'd be sleeping in less.  \n  \nShuji nodded to her and pulled back the cover on the futon. The night was cool,  \nas they were still high in the mountains, but it was not chilly. As the Girl carefully sat on the  \nfuton, Shuji put his hand on hers and nodded, \"Name... what is your name?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She nodded and smiled blushing as she wiggled her fingers under his much larger  \nhand, \"S-Summer Moonlake...\"  \n  \nShuji blinked curiously and licked his lips, his purple forked tongue flicking a little  \nas he tried the odd-sounding name, \"Samurr Moonraek?\"  \n  \nShe laughed and nodded, smiling as her ears moved a little.  \n  \nShuji smiled in return and bowed his head; \"I am Shuji Yarimoto.\"  \n  \nSummer furrowed her eyebrows and wrinkled her nose, \"Shoojee?\"  \n  \nHe nodded and reached up, running his fingers through her hair gently, \"That is  \nperfect.\"  \n  \nShe smiled and nodded a little, leaning into his hand a bit. For all she knew about  \nreptiles, they were cold-blooded, cool to the touch for the most part, but Shuji's hand was  \nquite warm. In fact, it was warmer than she was. She blushed and wondered if she was doing  \nthings she shouldn't, but Shuji didn't give her time to think, as he pulled her in close and  \npressed his lips to her forehead gently, smiling. \"Sleep for now. Perhaps more later...\"  \n  \nShe nodded and blushed; watching him lay on his back and close his eyes.  \nSummer chewed her lip a little then squirmed into the futon a little, nuzzling up against her  \nnew guardian, and lettign sleep claim her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nShuji awoke to the feeling of motion. Someone was shaking him. He moved to sit  \nup, but someone was resting on his chest, straddling him as it were, and his manhood was  \nsurrounded by wet warmth that his sleep-fogged mind registered dimly as someone's mouth.  \nHe groaned and the feeling pulled off of his member slowly, followed by a giggle.  \n  \n\"Awake?\" Summer asked him playfully, her syntax off, but he understood.  \n  \n\"Mmmm... I am now... how long have you been at that?\" He grinned, idly rubbing  \nher smooth leg, the soft fur shifting under his fingertips.  \n  \nShe blinked, \"Eh? Please say again?\"  \n  \nHe shook his head, \"not important...\" with a soft hand he pushed the fabric of her  \nsleeping kimono away from her rear, showing off her puff of a tail and the soft, sweet petals  \nof her sex just within reach. He licked his tongue out, flicking the tips over the short fur of  \nher legs. The taste of her arousal was thick in the air and he groaned, feeling his shaft  \nharden anew, \"Nnnggg...\"  \n  \n\"Ooh...\" Summer giggled, feeling his shaft in her fingers, \"I think someone wants  \nto, Ahhh...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Shuji smirked as he slipped his tongue into her folds, both tips poking at her clit  \ngently before travelling farther in with the rest of his long tongue. He felt her shiver and  \nconvulse, and smiled to himself at how sensitive she was. He wormed his tongue around  \ninside her, taking the time to fully appreciate her taste, which was totally different from the  \ncourtesans he knew  \n  \nSummer nearly lost herself on his tongue. He was much better than James had  \never been, possibly due to a genuine interest in her, but the thoughts were only there for a  \nmoment as another wave of pleasure rippled through her pores, leaving her squirming and  \ngripping Shuji's shaft like some kind of handle.  \n  \nWith some degree of control, he pulled his tongue from her cunny and have her  \nsmaller hips a push, moving her down his chest and holding her waist over his heavy, erect  \nlength. Summer looked back and gave him a worried look and a babble of concerned  \nEnglish. But Shuji gave her a gentle squeeze of reassurance and nodded a little pulling her  \ndown gently to where her petals split over the spear-like tip of his shaft.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Summer squealed as she felt herself get penetrated by the steel-hard cock, the  \nhead of him alone stretching her tunnel nicely. Then as she felt him pull her down more, she  \nnoticed the key difference between Shuji and James. Where James, like most foxes, had a  \nknot at his base, Shuji's member was thickly ridged. The ridges were uneven, but they  \ntickled her nerves as nothing she had felt before. With gasping breaths, she felt him pull her  \nonto his cock more, each tug shoving another inch or more of his length into her tight  \nconfines. She gave a pleasured whimper as her rump met his hips and she felt his tip tickle  \nthe very deepest ends of her pussy.  \n  \nShuji growled in pure delight at the girl now fully impaled on his shaft. She was so  \ntight he was afraid that if he let himself indulge, he would tear the poor girl in half. He  \ngrunted and lifted her gently, and smiled as she moved herself under his guidance, sliding up  \nhis pole and then easing back onto him with a stifled moan. No words were exchanged as  \nShe started to ride him gently, each movement pulling both of them ever closer to the  \nsummit of ecstasy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After a moment, however, Shuji sat up and squirmed out from under her, his cock  \nleaving her pussy with a wet 'plop' and it bounced off of her soft rump once as he moved out  \nfrom under her, waiting for her to turn over. But, she merely smiled and raised her rear,  \nlooking over her shoulder at him with a blush in her ears and nodded, eyes begging him to  \ntake her again. Shuji shrugged and gripped her hips, pulling her to him and expertly sinking  \nhis hardness back into her depths again, making her squeal and grip the tatami as he started  \nto thrust into her with firm, caring strokes. Five strokes he kept himself from hilting in her,  \nbut then on the next three after, he drove completely into her and even pushed a little more,  \nhis tip mashing against her cervix slightly. He kept this pattern up for almost half an hour,  \nthe smaller bunny under him climaxing over his cock twice before he doubled his pace.  \n  \n\"Ahhh!\" she screamed at the sudden increase to vigorous, pounding thrusts that  \nmade her breasts bounce under her. Another orgasm was building inside her again, thrust by  \ndelicious thrust, the ridges and bumps on Shuji's throbbing member causing areas of her  \npussy that she never knew she had to be stimulated. Then with a grunt from Shuji, she felt  \nhim grip her hips and drive into her deeply and hold there. She absently wondered what he  \nwas stopping for when the surge of warmth inside her hit her like a horse kick to the chest.  \nShe couldn't contain the wild orgasm that rippled across her being and wailed her pleasure  \nthrough the paper walls and into the moonless midnight. The last thought she had as her  \nmind drifted to exhausted planes was that a man had just cum inside her for the first time in  \nher life.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Shuji felt her pass out and caught her in his arms, holding her to him as the last  \nfew shots of his own orgasm wracked his lower body, making him wince. He'd never came so  \nhard before, and he was surprised. He lay her out next to him as he lay down again, his cock  \nstill firm and buried in her snug hole, loving the feel of her around him. Sleep came easily  \nafter that, and unlike the rest of his nights, Shuji Yarimoto slept soundly, without nightmares.  \n  \n===============================================================  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Tales of Ippon","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/8679-chapter-one-conflict.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9779-chapter-three-foreshadows.json"}}