FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(The following is mostly a work of fiction, based on a dream Julia Hart had. Desert Mutt is copyright myself obviously, Julia, Shadow and Kev are all copyright their players and used with permission. Cecilia is a one time use character for story purposes and is free for use if desired. Bladed yo-yo ( http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/NachT/Vehicles%20and%20Weapons/Weapons%2BAmmo/YoYo_Of_Death.gif ), Wicked Hammer ( http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/NachT/Vehicles%20and%20Weapons/Vehicles%2BShips/Wicked_Hammer.gif )and Shock Tank ( http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/NachT/Vehicles%20and%20Weapons/Vehicles%2BShips/Shock_Tank.gif ) are all technology created and copyright to NachT.)

"Hey," there was shouted, the young man walking over, "Hey come on. Get up you two. Why come to the park if you're just going to lay there?" He bent down, looking at the two. "Come on Julia, Desert. Get up and come join us."

"We're comfortable Shadow," the other male mumbled. He reached down running his had through the long blond hair of the girl laying against his chest with a smile. "We'll play in a little while, just give us a few more minutes."

"Whatever," Shadow grunted. He reached over, grabbing one of the sandwiches and starting to eat it. "Well Kev and Cecilia are waiting for us." He heads back off, eating the sandwich as he returns to the others. They had a game of Frisbee going, tossing it to the rejoining player. He grabbed at it, missing as he was unable to fully focus while eating.

"I'll be right back babe," Julia said, sitting up, "I have to take care of something." She kissed her boyfriend on the lips then headed off to the bathroom. Desert smiled, his brown eyes watching her shapely rump as she walked off. He then laid back down, eyes partly closed. His mind started to wander, thinking about various subjects without focusing on anything. He stretched out and shifted, unaware of the approaching forms looming over him.

"DOGPILE!" The two males shouted, jumping and flopping onto the third who was laying there blissfully. He jumped, or would of if he did not have two guys on them, then started squirming.

"HEY!" Desert shouted, "Shadow, Kev, Get off me." He let out a sound as close to a growl as a human can make. "Crazy wolves." He squirmed more, pushing one of them off of him. The five of them were furs, Julia, Shadow and Kev knowing each other for a good length of time. Desert came into the picture when he started dating Julia and Cecilia they had met through the chat and had been invited to join along. They had agreed to go by their fur names and use the proper furry terms around each other.

"Where is Cecilia?" Desert asked, looking around. Before he knew what happened, a new weight joined the pile, causing him, and the other two, to let out loud grunts. Being on the bottom with all the weight, Desert's back popped. "Okay," He moaned, "too much weight. Starting to hurt." The others finally broke the pile, climbing off the poor victim. He swung out, smacking Kev in the arm without hurting him.

"Ha," Cecilia said proudly, "I got all three of you." She stuck her tongue out then moved, getting comfortable between Shadow and Kev with a grin on her face. The two of them reached out and started to tickle her, making the girl squeak and squirm as she laughed, trying to escape the trap. The two guys grinned, continuing to tickle her before finally stopping, Cecilia breathing heavily from the attack.

"So THIS is what happen when my back is turned?" Julia asked the four of them as she returned, "You hit on my boyfriend then have a tickle fight?" She crossed her arms, having a mock pout on her face. Desert reached up and grabbed his girlfriend with one hand, the other moving to tickle her stomach.

"Hey!" She shouted and started to laugh, "No fair. You cheated." She tried to pull away as she was held onto and tickled. The hand continued to tickle her for a while, making her laugh and squirm. It finally stopped as she was pulled into her boyfriend's lap, still laughing some as he kissed her on the cheek.

With the food finished and the day getting late, they got up, tossing the trash and packing up their stuff. They started back toward the parking lot where the cars were. There were now two vans pulling up into the parking lot, one moving up onto each side of the line of cars. As the five of them approached the cars, the vans' side doors opened, several men climbing out. Before any of them could react, each one of them were grabbed, pungent smelling fabrics brought up over their mouth and nose. The group blacked out, going limp as they were being brought into the vans.

Julia regained consciousness first, everything looking blurry, as were her memories. The world, as small as it was, started coming into focus for her. They were in a dark room, one of the walls a mirror from about three feet up. There was a chair in the middle of the room, with the single light bulb hanging above it and shining down brightly. As the room came into focus, the memories finally clicked into place. Julia started screaming, the shock finally settling in.

The screams caused the others to wake up. It took them all a moment to get their bearings, the memories falling back into place. Desert moved over to Julia, giving her a hug and pulling close, rubbing her back gently as he tried to get her to calm down. Julia gripped back, starting to turn quiet her, though she shivered slightly. Kev and Shadow stood up, looking around the room curiously. Cecilia leaned against the wall, cradling her legs and rocking gently.

The small group were there fifteen minutes, a short duration of time but one that past agonizingly slow for them. Finally the door opened, a man stepping into the room. He wore a white lab coat, but did not look like the traditional image of a scientist. The man stood at six foot three inches tall. The hair had turned mostly white, but there was still faint hints of black mixed into it. He was well built, with a broad chest and thick fingers. He also had a bit of an extended stomach, showing the middle-age spread. His skin was dark brown with a strong hint of red in it. He did wear glasses however.

"Ah, you've regained consciousness," the scientist said. That was all he was able to say before the others started to attack at him verbally.

"Who are you?"

"Why did you bring us here?"

"Let us go, we didn't do anything."

"Why did you knock us out?"

"What do you plan to do to us"

"I don't wanna be sodomized!" At which point the coherency broke down, all of the captured trying to speak at the same time. Their voices and words mixed, making it difficult to isolate individual statements or even separate words.

"Please!" The scientist shouted, getting everyone to turn quiet, "Calm down all of you and I will explain." He brushed his coat a moment looking at them. "Firstly, I apologize to you for the way you for the method of transportation, however, some felt that it was a necessity. Most people are unwilling, understandably, to come with someone who just pulls up and asks them to get in to be taken away to a secret facility. Also, what I am here to speak of you with is a matter that can't be discussed out in the open as it is supposed to be a secret to those who are not working on the project, or selected to participate."

"Now," He continued after a pause no one interrupted, "As for why you are here. This is a special project of the government, project Infusion. We are attempting to combine genetic material from animals and infuse it into humans. The idea is to improve physical capabilities. The current results of the infusion would be human-animal hybrids. Real life anthropomorphic creatures, or 'furries'.

"With advancements in genetics, we have been able to actually make the attempts at the genetic recombining. Physically, the experiments have been successful. There would be an increase in strength, speed, reflexes and senses. Unfortunately... there were psychological side effects. Most of the soldiers have had negative emotional and over all mental reactions to the physical change. A majority have gone insane and a few have even gone so far as to eliminate their own lives." He paused, cleaning his glasses to let all he has told them this far sink in.

"We have become more successful in the combinations," He finally continued, "We've found that different people react to certain mixtures in different manners. It led us to discover that test subjects actually know on a partial level what creature they would work best to be genetically infused with. Finally, the superiors have come to a decision. We should move away from the soldiers and try to find potential civilians. The first thing we did was start to take notice of the internet and events occurring there upon. That is where the five of you come in."

The five of them had shifted, trying to get comfortable. They remained silent, looking at him intently as they listened, not really wanting to interrupt what he was saying. They stayed close together, the man's demeanor starting to calm them but still very nervous and anxious as they were still feeling like prisoners.

"We found out about furries," The scientist resumed, "people like yourself who would play anthropomorphic animals, which is something very similar to what we are trying to attempt. Someone who would have an interest in animals a partial understanding of their mind would possibly be able to undertake the changes the would occur during the genetic alteration. Now to be honest, we still are unsure what to look for specifically from a psychological viewpoint. Also, we are still trying to figure out how to create a screening system for the potentials. Currently though, we have decided to attempt with the five of you."

He looked at them a long moment, taking in the five of them. "This is all voluntary of course," He finally told them, "If you refuse, we will take you back and let you go home. If you agree to be a part of this experiment, then you will undergo the transformation into actual hybrids, into furries. There is a price to it though. If you do this, you will have to leave your former lives behind and serve the U.S. Government for the next twenty years. Now I know this is not a decision to be taken lightly. So we will take you to some private quarters to let you think about this for a while." With that, the scientist opened the door. Some people came in.

The five of them stood up, somewhere between shock and awe at what they just heard. They went down the way to some rooms, the doors opening to let them in. The rooms were spars. There was a bed, slightly larger then a cot, a desk with a chair, and some lights, overhead and desk lamp. Each one went into the room, taking a moment to think about what they had been told.

Some time later, Desert finally got up, walking out his room and to Julia's. He looks at it a moment then presses a button, making it ring like a door bell. The door opened, letting him in to where his girlfriend sat in the chair by the desk. She looked up, giving him a half smile. He smiled very slightly, moving to sit down on the bed near her.

"I've decided I'm going to do it," He blurted out, turning to look at her.

"Really?" Her voice cracked slightly as she asked, her throat sore from the panic attack she had earlier that day, "So you aren't afraid of this or anything?"

"I'm terrified," He finally admitted, "I mean, I'm going to give up my family, some of my original hopes, and I guess all hopes of a normal life from that point on." He looked down, taking a moment.

"So why then?" Julia finally asked, "If you're so scared, why are you going to do it?" She tilted her head, looking at him curiously.

"It's exciting," he responded, "Think about it. I get to be Desert Mutt physically. I get to be a canine fur. I also get to do something more. I don't know how it's going to work, but it looks like we're going to be working for intelligent people. I am also going to be doing something with my life. Hopefully, I am going to get to fight for the greater good and help people." He looked at her and took a deep breath, "I know it's scary, I know it's a lot, but maybe, just maybe, this is something I am supposed to do. Maybe this has been the purpose I am to fulfill."

"So you decided to do this pretty early on and spent most of the time since working on what you were going to say?" She asked, watching him nod. "Well," she continued, "that was a very good speech. I was thinking about it, and probably might. Now that I know you are, it is easier to agree." She stood up, "And if you think I'm going to let you do this all by yourself, you are VERY mistaken." she walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. The moment was interrupted as several voices went "Aww!" simultaneously and there was clapping.

"Looks like we were early," Kev finally said, "Here we were trying to avoid the mushy love part, and we end up coming it at the start of it." He grinned as the two of them pulled apart, blushing some at being caught even though they knew it was no big deal.

"Well now that THAT moment is over," Shadow spoke up, "the three of us were talking it over in another room." He looked at the others and took a deep breath. "Well... we are a little worried about this a lot... a LOT!... But it is an exciting idea that will be a lot of fun if done right. So, we decided that if the two of you were willing, then the three of us would as well." The others nodded, "Seeing as we heard that you were going to go through with it, I guess there's nothing else to discuss."

"Well since that's all taken care of," Cecilia said cheerfully, "I guess the only thing to do is to go and tell what we have decided then." With that she turned, leading the others out the room and down the hall to tell the project workers the decision.

The consensual choice led to a reminder of the bureaucracy. Each of them had to fill out several different papers, signing their name, initialing, dating, and in triplicate. The five of them all had to fill out a form of consent, an agreement of non-disclosure, forms agreeing not to contact their family until further notice, and a waiver of liability to protect against lawsuits against the project. There was even an IQ test involved.

Then each one had to undergo examination. A full pint of blood was drawn, allowing for blood work to be drawn up. Hair, skin and nail samples were also obtained from them. They were each X-rayed, CAT scanned, and neural scanned. They underwent full physicals, with checking the eyes, ears, nose, throats, and prostate for the males, which one enjoyed more then most would care to admit.

With the testing and paperwork completed, the time had now come for them to under go the genetic alterations that will initiate the transformation. They were led to a medical lab that they had not been to before. It was colder then most, which was unpleasant since the five of them were basically stripped down to their undergarments, boxers, panties, and bras.

The five volunteers were led to the six chamber set into the room. Each member had tubes set into their nose and a larger one set into their mouths, allowing them to breath. With the test subjects now ready, a large tube set down, settling into the groove at the base to create a water tight seal with them each inside a separate one.

The fluid that started to fill the tube was thicker then water however. The golden amber colored substance started to flow, beginning to fill the chamber surrounding them. As it filled up to the ankles, the warmth could be felt, as was that it was gel-like in texture. The tube continued to be filled, encasing the people within with the warm relaxing gel. They never saw it fill up fully as inhalant sedatives were mixed with the air, causing each one to drift off into a deep sleep.

As the test subjects slept, the genetic manipulations to them were begun, turning them into furries in over a week. The transformations to the body to show with the easiest part to influence. The current hair on the five of them, including the nails, fell away, leaving bare skin. The baldness did not last. Shortly, the fur began to grow all over each of them, taking on the proper colors of their new furs, whether the original person had that hair color or not.

As time progressed longer, the changes continue to appear. The nutrients had to be increased as additional muscles started to develop, making the figures stronger. Muscles grew thicker in some then others, leaving a few not as strong but with greater agility. Greater amounts of sedatives had to be introduced as the bones started to shift and grow, jaws expanding out and tails starting to form. Things seemed to be going well, until the system alert activated.

"What's going on?" one of the operation directors asked. The screens were blinking rapidly.

"One of the subjects seems to be having a reaction," The scientist replied, his fingers working across the keyboard rapidly, "the system is going into shock. If it doesn't stabilize soon, we will have to abort and empty the tank."

"No we don't," the director ordered, looking down upon the scientist sternly, "the subject WILL stabilize and NO ONE will know of this." He glared a moment, making the scientist feel uncomfortable, just nodding meekly.

The rest of the metamorphosis went without incident. The five of them were intravenously given nutrients, calories and proteins which their bodies rapidly used to build the new modifications to the bodies. Soon, the change was complete and there were five new furs brought into the world.

When the tubes were flushed and opened, the five of them were put on stretchers and taken to the medical room. The bodies were cleaned off and put into beds with a heart rate monitor and neural scanners attached to them to make certain they were stable. None of the records show a sign of events that had occurred earlier that very day.

Waking up was not a pleasant experience. The physical change was over, but the new bone and skin growth and left a dull aching through out the entire form still. There was a headache, which dulled most of the senses but had also left them sensitive to light at the moment. There was no hunger despite the weeks without food. There would have been, had it not been for the dizziness, nausea and, when fully came to, extensive dry-heaving.

Once each of them had awaken and their stomachs settled down, rehabilitation and training had to begin. The body had undergone extensive change, and they had been immobile for weeks. The previous muscles were softened by lack of use and there was new ones that the newly morphed furs were not used to working.

First came standing up and walking. Julia was able to successfully do such as her feline tail automatically compensated for her movement and counter-balanced her form. Cecilia was second, the thick long squirrel tail being able to give some counter-weight as well.

Now that they were able to move again, the speech therapy began. It took more time as each had to learn to manipulate the muzzle lips and the altered tongue. The therapy was also used with the eating practice, which left the furs more then messy as a result.

One fur was not doing so well personally, however. No one else was aware of the suffering going on when they were all together, or the self-hatred of being alone. The loathing and anger each time a mirror was passed. The once human features now furred and animalistic.

Finally it came to an end. In the private quarters, the mirror was shattered. The shower was turned on, letting the water flow over the fur covered body. A shard of glass was used to cut away fur, taking sections of skin with it. It then moves up, cutting along the insides of the arms, and across the edge of the ribcage and down to the hips. The water was turned up higher, almost scalding hot. As the thick dark crimson of the blood was hit by the warm water, it turned red then pink as it swirled down into the drain. Things seemed to go soft and fuzzy, then started to grow dim. There was a feeling of tiredness, and then...nothing.

There was a knocking at Desert's door. He shut the book and set it down, grateful to take a break from the military referencing he was required to study. He had seen less interesting, but it still was not as entertaining as most things. He stretched as he stood, stretching the altered muscles, walked stiffly to the door and opened it. Julia stood there, eyes filled with tears.

"I requested to tell everyone myself," she said, choking slightly, "I already told Kev and Shadow." She moved into the room, shutting the door behind her. "I... I went into Cecilia's room earlier to wa-" she choked and sobbed before recollecting herself, "wake her up. She wasn't in bed. When I looked...She...Desert, she killed herself." she threw herself into the canine's arms, burying her face in his chest and started crying out fully again.

Desert wrapped his arms around her, feeling strange at the feel of his fur rubbing against her, not used to it. He held the leopard-vixen hybrid close to him, running his paws along the top of her back gently. He nuzzled into her some, the new hybrid nose picking up her scent more. He kept her close to him, some tears escaping his own eyes at the loss of a friend.

The rest of the day was very dark and mournful. Cecilia's remains were cremated and sent to her parents with a short letter giving some form of explanation as to what happened to their daughter, albeit not the real events.

The next day was a turning point for the remaining four as training began. They were awaken at five a.m. and ran several miles. After which there was breakfast then weight training, each fur toning the muscles they had attained. They were taken to a range to work with small, and medium firearms, working to take advantage of the new eyesight and trying to get the hand-eye coordination down. Lunch was massive and eaten rapidly as each was thoroughly hungry both from the work out and from the new metabolism. They would then go through hand to hand combat exercises, followed by work on driving and controlling military vehicles. They would have dinner, then read and study until time for bed, which everyone was more then glad for.

One day, Kev and Shadow was on one side of the gymnasium while Desert and Julia was on the other. Desert was pulling on ropes connected to weights, letting it work on his arms, while Julia was working on the leg weights. The canine nose twitched as he caught a whiff of something he had never smelled before.

He tightened his grip on the reins, pulling harder without realizing it. The canine nostrils flared, trying to take in more. The mutt's body tensed, the sheath starting to swell as he started to get aroused. Desert put his nose up and sniffed around, trying to figure out what it was and where from. It was coming from Julia.

He let the grip go and walked toward her. The closer he came toward the female feline, the stronger the smell got, and the more it affect him, bringing him to full arousal. Julia slowed down on her exercises, looking at the canine curious. Desert leaned forward, sniffing out her curiously.

"Desert?" she asked as she was sniffed, "What are yo-ooooh!" She let out a moan as the canine pushed down against her crotch, grinding as he took a deep whiff. She spread her legs for him, pushing her hips up some to grind back against him. The leopard-vixen hybrid felt herself getting wet at the feel of him pressing against her. She felt herself get hotter as she was excited more then usual.

Desert let out a feral canine growl, not even realizing it himself. He pushed harder, feeling some instinct welling up inside him. Whatever it was he was smelling, he felt a need to have it. A paw gripped his shoulder and dug nails in, clearing the fog. He focused on the feeling and pulled away from Julia, shaking himself and panting heavily.

"What's wrong Desert?" Julia asked, panting heavily herself. Her eyes sparked with lust now after feeling him so close to her sex, the work out clothes the only thing keeping him from actually pressing against it. Her ears perked toward him as she studied his form, seeing the massive bulge in his shorts and felt herself get excited more.

"Uhm..." he started to speak, "Julia. I... I think that you're in heat." He looked at her. He felt like the shorts would rip apart from his shaft, not a sensation he was very used to. The canine nose twitched more, still taking in the scent and making his instincts tell him to take her, breed her, make her his bitch. He shook himself hard and went out of the gym as fast as he can, going to take a cold shower and paw off in this new form for the first time ever.

"Now that basic training for you is over," the commanding officer said to his four recruits, "It's time to prepare you for your first mission." He led them along a corridor, into the briefing room. None of them, however, were wearing briefs. On the table was some of the basic weapons they had seen, and some others that were rather unusual.

He saw what looked like a yo-yo and picked it up. The finger loop and cord seemed to be made of metal wire instead of string. There seemed to be an extra section made into it. The canine's curiosity took a hold of him. He slipped his finger through the loop. The hybrid sent the yo-yo spinning, blades popping out the edge and a spike erupting from the middle of the side. The toy turned weapon continued down then back up, the blades retracting as it returned to his paw. He finally ran up, joining the others and taking a seat so he can listen to the report.

"Our systems have found a relatively hidden encampment in this location," The general said, pointing into a specific area on the projection, "It should be relatively easy as near as we can tell. As such and with most troops busy in other areas, the military has decided that this will be your first mission, led by Mutt."

"...Me?" Desert said in confusion, pointing at himself, "No. No. Something must be wrong there. You must be mistaken." He looked around at the others nervously. He thought he saw Julia shake her head.

"There is no mistake Mutt," the General informed, "After watching you each individually, and having certain people casually ask questions to each one, it was decided that you would lead. While we are aware of a slight problem with making some decisions, each of your team members agreed to following you into combat. Now, the four of you go suit up and report to the garage."

The four of them got up from the table and went to dress. Kev and Shadow were the firsts ready, buttoning up as they headed toward the garage. Julia waved to them as they passed, getting a thumbs up from the pair. She walked along the lockers, thinking a moment, then saw Desert strapping on the Kevlar and ceramic body armor.

"What's wrong?" Julia asked as she approached him, "I thought you would be on your way out already." She stopped next to the canine, looking at him as he dressed. He finally looked up at her, his brown eyes showing the nervousness.

"I'm not sure it's such a good idea for me to be in charge of all this," he admitted, "You've seen me when it comes to decisions. The small stuff, like where to eat I just don't care enough to worry about. The large ones... those are tougher. I," He paused a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, "I want to get as much information as I can before I have to decide. I don't want to make the wrong one. And this one, some of the decisions could be life or death."

"Good," She said, "then we were right to pick you." the feline smiled as she got a look of confusion from him. "This is a serious thing. You should be worried." She moved close, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You just have to make the decision best you can then live with the results. I know at least one decision that I know for a fact you got right." With that she leaned up, kissing her boyfriend on the muzzle with a happy purr.

"what took you two so long?" Shadow asked as the two approached, "Well now that you're finally here, I guess we can get going then, huh?" His tail flicked as he led the way down the hall. They finally reached where several officers were standing. Behind them was what looked like a modified hummer, that was currently being sprayed in a blue tinged gelatinous fluid.

"This," the general explained, "Is a W H mark 1 Wicked Hammer. It has been extended for extra personnel, dual sun roofs, flame thrower, machine gun mount, fuel injection high speed system, nitro booster overdrive, and self-reinflating tires. The fluid you see currently being sprayed is a anti-thermal stealth coating. It will prevent you from being seen on radars and will cause the heat to disperse and be masked so that the vehicles and occupants will not register on thermal any more the air surrounding them."

"Hey," Shadow said excitedly, "Look. It has AM/FM radio, and CD player." His wolf tail wags excitedly. After looking through the booklet on the vehicle, the four went to get the weaponry required and boarded the plane along with the Wicked Hammer. The group boarded as they were about to reach the drop zone.

"Hey, how come Julia's driving?" Kev asked, "It's because she's having sex with our field commander, isn't it?"

"That's right," Julia replied in a teasing voice, "if you spent less time training and more time SUCKING... up, you would be driving this nice hot toy." Her voice turned into a long low purr as she caressed the steering wheel and the controls.

"Behave you three or we're turning this plane around," Desert responded, trying to sound like an adult, "Now, Julia and I haven't uhm..." He blushes some "been intimate since before we were recruited. As to why she's driving, Julia's raced, so she's had experience driving at high speeds in dangerous weather. Besides, we don't know what we'll be facing and you two are better at rapid fire shooting."

The beeping began and the group strapped themselves in. With a final buzz, the bomb doors open, dropping the platform with the loaded hammer soldiers, and large bulk parachutes. The moment was awe-inspiring. The sky seemed to go on forever before meeting the ground. It would almost seem they were not moving at all if not for the feeling of the fall they all felt on their bodies.

The parachutes finally deployed, slowing down the fall of them all with a jerk, and causing them to use at least one barf bag. As they reached one thousand feet, the engine was started and revved, ready to go. As soon as the metal platform they were set on slammed down, Julia gunned it, shooting off before the sand or parachutes had time to settle.

"Kev, Shadow," Desert asked curiously, "Why are you two riding with your heads hanging out the windows?" He looked back at them from the screen a moment.

"We're canines now," Kev responded matter of factly, "It's a natural habit for a... you're not buying this, are you?" Desert shook his head, "Fine," Kev responded with a sigh, "We've always wanted to try it, and now we have an excuse. We had to roll one down to throw out the barf bag anyways. Wouldn't want to keep THAT in here."

"Anyway," Desert finally said, turning back to the screen, "Okay. According to the information here, we are headed straight for the place. If we keep up at our current speed and things keep going as they currently are, then we should make it by nightfall. Which means we would have enough time to scout the place and try to figure out where to attack before morning." He smiled, his tail trying to wag a moment causing him to wince in pain since the seats were not designed for it.

"Man," Shadow whined slightly, "I know it's a good thing and all, but it's kind of boring to have things going according to plan." Which was true so far. The first few hours of the drive went without event.

"Uhm, I think you just jinxed us," Julia replied. She pointed ahead with a finger, keeping a grip on the wheel otherwise. Up ahead was the reflective shine of metal. As they moved forward some, the sides of a tread can be made up, not much else could be made in detail. "I think it's some kind of tank."

"Fuck," Desert swore loudly before trying to calm down and collect himself, "Okay. We have no need to worry about it yet. It's possible that it's a part of a tank or such. If we make a wide loop to get around it, we should be able to get by unnoticed." He tapped across the keyboard in front of him, seeing if he could find anything to help with the tank.

Julia took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the wheel. She slowed off and turned, kicking up less sand by doing so, then pushed back on the gas to regain the speed she had been at. They had started looping around the vehicle.

"It doesn't seem to have work," Shadow informed them, "The tank is starting to head directly toward us... really fucking fast for what's supposed to be a damn slow vehicle." He searched around for the weapon controls in back as well as to see what other weapons were loaded in the Wicked Hammer.

"Alright," Desert growled in frustration, "let's try a different tact. It's possible it's an ally so if we radio the-" He was cut off by a very loud shot that just missed, their vehicle rocking some from the shock. The mutt looked up, trying to see the attacking tank and try to think clearly under all the pressure. Someone started to shout "FUCK!" repeatedly.

"Okay, okay," Desert mumbled to himself before speaking more clearly, "Julia, you have permission to go all out. Circle the hammer around the tank so I can get a better look at it. I need to figure out what to do. Kev, Shadow, ready the weapons." He looked at the screen then at the tank again as best he could.

"ALRIGHT!" Julia shouted happily, her chest rumbling with a massive purr of excitement. She slammed a foot on the brake and turned the wheel hard, making the large vehicle turn and kick up sand as it stopped a moment. She then pressed down hard on the gas. The wheels spun a moment, firing sand, then they shot off straight for the tank.

Kevin and Nash prepared themselves, taking control of the system weaponry. Their tails wagged in excitement as they got the chance to blow up stuff. Desert tried to look at the screen and at the approaching tank both as best as he can. Julia kept her grip on the wheel and eyes on the tank. She started to shift her paws, making the Wicked Hammer start to zigzag and be more difficult to get a lock for firing the large gun.

The tank had stopped moving. It now shifted to fire at them, trying to compensate for the swaying. The Hammer was supposed to be well armored in order to be safe such events, but none of the team members wanted to find out the hard way. The tank fired one shot, causing the wheel to jerk the entire vehicle to shake. Julia turned into the point of the explosion.

"Get ready you two," Desert shouted as they got closer. He pulled is hands away, clenching them in nervousness as he looked at the tank, trying to figure out what to do to stop it from attacking them further. The two wolves got ready. They shifted nervously as they waited to attack, hoping something good would happen suddenly.

"Now," the mutt ordered. The flamethrowers were activated, bathing the tank in a far more direct heat of the chemical fire. When the flamethrowers were no longer of use, Julia hit the used the nitro system, making the hammer rocket ahead and leaving the tank in a cloud of sand.

"Any chance that worked?" He asked nervously, is voice giving a small hint of hope that they would not have to worry about the armored attack vehicle any more.

"Fraid not," Shadow responded from behind, "The tank seems to be undamaged, though a good ways off now. It's... uhm... It's starting to turn around and come after us again. What now commander?" Kev started searching through their equipment, trying to look for any weaponry that would be effective against their opponent with little luck. Julia chanced a glance sideways to look at their rather fearful leader.

Desert was slouched down in his seat. His hands were clenched tight and eyes closed as he thought about the tank. His mind was going over what he had seen, trying to come out with a plausible strategy. Something suddenly stuck out. His eyes shot open and he bolted up as he thought of something that hopefully will work.

The tank chased after them, though not fast enough to actually catch up and over take them. The Hammer started altering the path it followed to keep out of a direct shot for several minutes as things were prepared. It was a one chance plan. It was turned up to seventy-five but did not go higher even though it could. The sun roofs we opened, Kev waiting to stick out of it.

Everyone got ready. Just as they were getting close to the tank, the Hammer's flamethrower roared to life on the tank. It cut off just as the four wheeled vehicle jerked suddenly to one side. Kev stood up out of the sun roof, grenade in hand. Their was a screech as the wheels stopped for a moment. Kev pulled the pin from the grenade and dropped it down into the exhaust pipe. The engine roared back to life, wheels kicking sand before getting a grip and starts moving again. Once again the nitro system was activated as the accelerator was pushed to the maximum. As they four furred soldiers drove off, the tank started to turn, then exploded as the grenade in the exhaust pipe turned the entire engine system into one large bomb that had just went off.

Desert sat down in the seat, breathing heavily in a sigh of relief. He turned and smiled at the other three who were cheering loudly.

"It worked," Shadow said proudly, "We did it. We just took out a tank by ourselves."

"Yeah," Kev replied, "Did you see that fucker blow up? From one grenade in the exhaust pipe. It was AWESOME!" He puffed up, proud of the fact it was he who had dropped the grenade into it.

"Looks like you've had your first successful field test," She said softly, smiling at Desert.

"Yeah," the mutt responded quietly before speaking more clearly, "Alright alright. Everyone calm down. We had success against the tank I know, and that is something to be proud of. Keep in mind though that this is not what we're here for. We now have to find our way back to where we were heading and still have a bunker to take control of." He looked at them all sternly a moment then went back to the lap top to see where they are and head back the way they should "Now, since that's taken care of, lets show them how we are the first furry swat team and why we're going to be the swat team from hell."

"YEAH!" was shouted from the group. The engine revved once more and took off. They started back on the path, heading back toward their original destination. The group started to calm down, the adrenaline from the battle starting to wear off, then relaxed, enjoying a quiet ride toward the enemy bunker. Near midnight they stopped traveling by the Hammer, getting too close for the engine to go unnoticed. The four collected their equipment then walked along until the bunker came into view.

They laid down on their stomachs at the top of the sand dune. Through the night vision goggles, they studied the target for a long moment, watching the patrols and the overall encampment.

"So what now?" One of them asked.

"Uhm..." Desert looked at all before them for a long moment as he thought, "Almost dawn. Okay. I think we can go back to the hammer and get some sleep. Cover the windows and keep the interior cool. Today at sunset we'll take the hammer down there and see from the west. Sun behind us and high beams on. We'll activate the auto-drive and climb out just at the edge. We can see what we have better and work from there."

The four stood up and headed back to the vehicle. Julia got there first. Before she could open the door however, someone reached out and grabbed her from behind, a gun muzzle pointed to her head.

"Alright," A deep, heavily accented voice said, "You three move away. Come any closer and your girlfriend will be shot before your very eyes like a dog like you would be." The man turned to look directly at Desert as he spoke, almost glaring at him.

"Alright," the commanding canine responded, "No need to get violent. You have nothing to worry about from me." He stifled the urge to bristle and growl. He had to get the gun pointed away from Julia. Just for one moment.

"I am aware of that," the captor said proudly, "for I have studied American culture some and know how the male heroes will do nothing to risk the life of females in trouble. So as long as I have this abomination, the rest of you monstrosities will dare not try anything that will risk her."

"You know what?" Desert asked rhetorically, "Screw it. Julia. Go ahead." Before he even finished talking, the feline had grabbed the arm with the gun in it and pushed up to make it point into the air. She brought the thick combat boot down on the man's foot. Her arm pulled back, slamming the elbow into his stomach, then twisted and swung, slashing across him with the claws. It was not deep enough to be fatal, but did draw blood. The leopard looking female slammed her attacker into the ground, giving a firm kick to the side of his jaw.

"I'd call you a son of a bitch," she growled down at the unconscious form, "but that would be an insult to Desert." She reached down, taking the gun that had been held to her head and checking it. She turned, looking at the other three.

"Desert," Kev said quietly before clearing his throat, "I don't think that we can wait until tonight. If this guy is from the camp and was here waiting for us, then they know we'll be coming soon. The longer we wait, the more prepared they will be."

"I think he's right," Shadow spoke up, "Time like this, it would probably be best if we went in as fast as we could and hit hard. Especially since, if he was from the camp, they will notice he's missing sooner or later."

"Yeah," Desert mumbled to himself before speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, "Alright troops. Time to suit up fully. Julia see if you can get a few of the enemy soldiers from back here quickly. Once we're set to go, I'll take the wheel. Julia will give some sniper fire if she can, come with us if she can't. Kev will put a machine gun on top of the Hammer, giving ground fire and Shadow will work the vehicle weaponry."

The four up them put on the rest of their battle uniform. They each already had the Kevlar vests on. An additional vest was placed over, with a hard collar to protect the neck. There were thick arm bands made of ceramic tiles that were strapped on. They could stop a knife. Each put on the goggles, protecting their eyes and using a strap since over the ear was no longer an option. Finally the mini-communicators so they could keep in touch with each other.

"I don't like the idea of us being separated on our first mission," Julia said to Desert, a hint of worry in her voice, "It doesn't appeal to me to be left back here by myself while the three of you go forward directly into the battle."

"Neither do I honestly," the mutt replied to her, "but you are the sniper and any of them you can take down from back here is one less we have to worry about close up. So, were you able to find a suitable spot?"

"Yes sir," she replied, then turned to point. "Up near the top is what looks like a seated machine gun. The walkway to get to it is covered but has a few openings I could fire through. Also while the walkway is covered, the latter from it to the gun isn't so I have one more chance if they get that far." Julia looked down at the sand a moment, a feel of nervousness going through her. She felt Desert moved toward her and his arms wrapped around her, pulling close.

"You can do this Julia," He said softly, " We all can. We'll be fine." He kissed the top of the feline's head and held her close. Julia wrapped her arms around Desert, hugging him back. She pushed close, burying her muzzle into his neck and sniffing the fur, taking in his scent. The leopard-vixen mix started to relax as she feels better. The canine finally let her go.

"Okay Kev, Shadow," He shouted, "Get ready to move out. Julia, be ready to open fire."

"Desert," Julia shouted, "Come back alive... Or I'm going to hold a séance just so I can kick your ethereal ass." She warned him sternly. She got a nod then turned to the Hammer. Julia pulled out a multi-shot rifle with a scope and silencer. Julia laid down in the sand, setting the rifle up on the stand. She braced it with her ankle as one of the feline eyes moved forward to look through the scope, taking a look to see aim at the first opening along the passageway.

Desert Kev and Shadow climbed into the Hammer, this time Shadow getting behind the wheel and starting the engine. There was a final thumbs up given to the sniper to be as they started to move, getting the rising sun behind them and turning the headlights up to the high beams as they started and headed for the encampment.

One of the guards stood up, looking out at the rising sun. There was something strange about it this morning. Seemed to be some sort of warping of the light or something to make a shadow. As he watched, the realization struck. Someone was coming. Why did they not get any other warning prior to him? He started to shout out a warning to the others, sending an up-rise through out the camp.

Luckily for the furs, the warning came too late for it to be used to prevent them from entering. As enemy soldiers ran to approach the gates, Kev opened fire with the machine gun, forcing some to scatter as they were hit. The flamethrowers then went off, searing at the ones that stood near by as wells as heating up the door way. The Hammer finally slammed into the entrance, forcing its way into the encampment.

Outside, Julia was watching. She caught someone she did not recognize running, and squeezed the trigger. The silence rifle let out a puff as it fired, the bullet hitting the target and forcing them down. Her rifle automatically reloaded itself, releasing the expended shell out into the sands. The kitty vixen hybrid shifted as she waited again, feeling there would be another target very soon for some reason.

The Hammer turned hard, slamming into a group of people standing there. It gave a hard turn, the passenger door opening. Desert shot out, rolling along the sand until he came to a stop. He came to a halt at the feet of someone in a uniform. The canine whipped out with a knife, bringing it across the back of one of her knees, then stabbing into the other near the kneecap. He stood up, bringing a fist into the man's jaw. As the target fell, the furry soldier pulled him out of sight and leaned against the wall, looking around.

The activity in the encampment grew faster and more erratic visibly from where Julia was set. She started to fire again, having to do so rapidly. The rifle gave off muffled shots repeatedly as the rounds were fired, working to be as quick as she could while staying accurate. The feline had to keep a mental tally of which shot she was on, she did not want to accidentally fire an empty round when she needs to reload.

Kev climbed out of the vehicle through the sunroof, dismounting the machine gun and holding it. He crouched and readied. When the Hammer turned again, the wolf jumped from the roof, using the momentum to take a full run. He shifted, tightening his grip and laying down a line of fire as he ran for cover.

Desert smiled as he saw one wolf jump from the heavy armored vehicle. He pulled out his own pistol and fired a few shots at some oncoming enemies. The mutt then slid back along the wall, moving backwards into the shadows and moving to sneak closer to the main building.

Julia swore to herself as she reloaded, thinking she had still had one more shot when she did not. She had to keep calm and reload fast. There were still some trying to get to the gun turret up at the top and if she did not start firing again soon, it would be a lot tougher for the other three. She started as she saw someone grabbing at the weapon. The feline gave a quick shot, managing to knock him off. A sigh of relief escaped her as she prepared to fire again.

Shadow ran the flame throwers one more time, scorching several and the walls nearby. He pushed forward hard, accelerating the engine to full speed, then initiated the nitro to boost it further. The darker wolf suddenly hit the brake and swerved, sending the vehicle into a sideways skid that stopped as it slammed into and barricaded a door. He rolled down the window and aimed out, waiting for anyone to come near the Hammer.

People started to flee. This was not something that they had expected to occur. The strange creatures that had appeared were nothing they had seen before and they were very aggressive. Some of them started to shout about demons attacking.

Julia fired one more shot then stood up, slinging the rifle over her shoulder. No one seemed to be going after the turret anymore and the sound of fighting seemed to be getting quieter. The fact that people were fleeing was a clear sign that things were going the way they had hoped.

Desert had slipped into the main barracks. He padded along the halls, the soft footpads and blunted nails letting him move along quietly. He stopped near a corner, pressing against the wall. He pulled out a small mirror and looked around, checking for anyone. When he saw it was clear he turned, continuing down the way until he checked again, this time seeing someone coming down along way. The canine reached down, pulling out a large knife.

When the muzzle of a gun came out of the corner, the mutt lashed out. He grabbed the length and pushed down. He swung with another paw, slashing at the enemy soldier as quick as he could to keep him quiet. He pulled the body out of sight and set it down quietly.

Kev let out a growl as he ran out of ammunition. Instead of reloading, he slung the machine gun over his shoulder. He lunged at someone, head butting them. It left him with a massive ache, but he found it fun as hell. He stopped as he heard something that sounded like an engine. The wolf got up from where he landed, running to check it out.

A dune buggy shot out from one of the doorways, barreling right towards him. Kev watched it a moment, then grinned. The silvery wolf braced himself at the rapid approach, then jumped, letting the small vehicle hit him as safely as he could. He grabbed the driver by the collar of the shirt and with a grunt, tossed the person out of the buggy.

Shadow watched in amusement from the seat. He felt a little disappointed as he did not really have to shoot at anyone so far and everyone that remained seemed to be fleeing the encampment. He dropped his gun and set the parking brake. The darker wolf took a hold of a band of grenades and climbed out of the Hammer. He stood and scanned the area, grinning to himself.

A yell caught his attention. He ran toward the noise and stopped in shock. There was a man with explosives trapped to his chest and he was running toward one of the buildings. A suicide bomber in the base would kill a lot of their own people, but would also do damage and since he did not know where the others were, they could get caught in the blast. He pulled a grenade and tossed it at the bomber. It went off, setting off the man's own explosives in a massive conflagration.

Julia's ears perked as she heard a massive explosion. She started to run full out, kicking up sand behind her. That was from inside the base. The other three were there. It was possible that one of them got caught in it.

The feline vulpine mixed blooded female was forced to slow down as she reached the doorway. Most of the people were running out, trying to escape the battle now. She felt a mewling noise welling up in her chest and throat, her tail frizzing out in frustration at the same time as she tried to push her way through to get to the others. The mew came out as a growl of frustration instead. Julia brought the back of her arm up, slamming someone in the face and walking over them.

Desert's ears perked as he heard a loud noise coming from outside like something had exploded. He doubled his efforts, running along the hallway and trying to find something that looked like a commanding officer or control room.

The canine stopped at a turn and looked. There was a large door with two guards set at it. He reached down, getting his pistol as he laid on his stomach. He focused as he shifted, aiming. The gun fired, but he missed, hitting the door behind them.

As Shadow watched the remnants of the bomber and the marks remaining of the grenade, his ears shifted, catching the sound of the engine coming up from behind him. He moved his hand, getting a grip on the handle and trigger. As the black wolf turned to fired, he stopped, seeing Kev behind the wheel of a dune buggy.

"HEY CUTIE!" Kev shouted with a grin, "Do you need a lift baby? I got me a new set of wheels." He leaned back in the seat, looking at the other wolf with amusement. Shadow just shook his head. He moved over to the buggy, climbing up on the side. The engine revved up and took off again.

After driving for a few minutes, they spotted Julia and started to shout for her. The female stopped, turning to them with a slight smile. She moved and climbed onto the other side of the buggy, getting a firm grip and wrapping her tail around herself to keep it out of the way.

"Great," Kev said to himself happily, "Now all we have to do is find Desert." He made some adjustments then hit the gas, taking off. The wolf drove along, heading toward where their leader should have gone to. The three of them kept a firm grip, feeling a little anxious as they headed around the building looking for the entrance. Julia's tail frizzed slightly and the skin between her shoulders twitched slightly.

"FUCK!" Desert growled as he ducked back behind the corner, then yelped as one of the shots hit him in the left arm. He pushed himself up and took a deep breath, his bicep searing in pain from the heat and sharp pain of the lead. He growled in pain as he looked at his arm. There was blood, but not enough for it to be fatal. Their was also no exit wound, so the bullet was lodged in the muscle.

He tightened his grip on his pistol and took a deep breath as he stood there. He would have to move fast. The mutt turned and fired twice. One hit dead on, knocking the guard down. The other did not hit at all. He ducked back, letting out his breath and trying to focus.

No shots were returned. Something must be wrong. Before he could look and check, an arm reached out, grabbing him by the throat and pulling him forward hard. He was thrown into the wall, slamming into his wounded arm, enflaming the pain with new flare. He snarled then kicked, trying to break free.

The kick missed the attacker. The person pulled Desert forward, trying to put him in a headlock. The canine might not have been as capable in hand to hand combat, but when it came to wrestling, he was a bit of a problem. He shifted and pulled back, slipping his head free before the lock could be held. The mutt shifted his own weight to push the man into the wall, then pulled back to catch his breath.

The man shouted something in a very different language the was very difficult to understand. He then pulled out a knew and threw it. The throw went low, slamming into Desert's right leg and causing a snarl at the new pain. The man ran forward, throwing a punch, which was able to be dodged though.

Desert grabbed the knife and pulled, grunting as he forced it from the muscle. He moved the blade to his left hand. It may not have been as capable but it would give him some extra defense. He reached into his pocket, feeling something round and flat like a.... Like a YO-YO.

The man charged, screaming. The canine kicked out with his right leg. The pain shot through him but it was the best option to kick and without knowing the extend, he had to kick with it as there was the chance that if he used his good leg, the wound would make him collapse to his knee.

The leg slammed into the man's sternum, causing him to double over, but he continued to move. The mutt swung with the knife, slashing the small of the back but also loosing the blade in the process. The attacker was smart enough to grab the knife again, turning to face the furred soldier once more.

Desert found the finger loop and slipped through it, is paw gripping the weapon. He moved back some steps. He hoped this thing would work. It was neat to see back in the base, but he had no actual training with it. He slipped it from the pocket, ready to give the yo-yo the first field test.

The man started to charge again. Desert swung out with his arm, letting go of the yo-yo. It spun through the air, the blades ejecting as it slashed empty space. It went past the charging form, the canine not used to using such a weapon. He jerked the string trying to pull it back. Instead, the wire hit the man, wrapping around him. One of the blades hit the neck, piercing the skin and sinking into the throat.

The mutt kept a grip on the wire, tugging hard to keep it in place. He kept himself firm and his arm tense. The blade stayed penetrated in the skin, the wire digging into the neck and cutting off some of the air flow. The man grabbed at the bladed disk, doing more damage to his hands then being able to pull the instrument out. He finally collapsed as the lack of oxygen and blood loss got the better of him.

The anthro canine slipped his finger out of the loop. He heard the sound of an engine and turned to look. There was a dune buggy coming down along the hallway. He collapsed into a sitting position as he watched it approach, watching as his three teammates approached, stopping before him. Julia jumped off first, running toward him.

"Desert," She said in a worried voice, "Your hurt." She reached down to take a hold of her arm. He reached out, taking a hold of her wrist and stopping her.

"Don't worry Julia," the canine said to her softly, "Okay, I want you and Shadow to go into their and try to catch the commander of this place. Kev, go back to the hammer and get the first aid kit. Someone hand me my gun. I'm slowed down so I will see what I can do from here."

The feline mixed sighed and nodded. There was not really much that she could actually do for the canine without the first aid kit, besides which she was not really a field medic. The half leopard stood up and took a deep breath. She turned and walked toward the doors, Shadow moving to stand beside her. Kev had already started back, heading toward the Wicked Hammer once more.

The wolf and feline both stood at the doors a moment, pulling out their firearms. They looked at each other, giving a small nod as they braced themselves against the doors. The two pushed forward hard. The slid in with the doors, raising their weapons and getting ready to fire.

There were no guards. The room was large and extravagantly decorated bedroom. Their were drapes all over and large amounts of gold coloring. The two moved toward the bed slowly, trying to be as ready for anything as they can. The pair moved to opposite sides, grabbed the curtains and pulled back.

Their was a body laying on the mattress. The eyes and mouth hung open, no sign of seeing anything around nor of any breath slipping from the form. There was no blood. The man had been poisoned.

The two came back and told what they had found. Once the bullet was removed, both wounds were disinfected and bandaged. With some help, Desert was standing once more. The four of them went over the now commandeered base, taking in everything they could find. As the day came to an end, the four stood in the square next to the Hammer, having just finished calling in the fact they had been successful and were to wait for pick up.

"It's starting to get dark," Desert said to himself before looking at the others, "Okay. Kev, Shadow, since you two are made for the colder climates, I'm going to have you take the night watch. I'm sure you two will be able to do fine on it. Julia and I will get some sleep, then we'll take over at dawn." He smiled as he was acknowledged then put an arm around the female fur and leaned against her, walking into the bunker.

As soon as they had entered, Desert pushed Julia against the wall, making her give a fox like yip. He let out a murr as his muzzle moved down, pressing against her own as the two of them kissed. The feline started to purr as she kissed back. Their paws slid along the other's body. They pressed against each other as the kiss broke.

"mm, what brought that on?" Julia asked curiously, her tail giving a brief lash of excitement. She rubbed her legs together some, feeling the moistness forming between her legs.

"I have been waiting a long time for a chance to get out of the base and with you alone," Desert growled lustfully in her ear, "More so since the day in the gym I found out you were in heat." He nibbles on the feline ear, letting out a murr. The canine paws slide around to the front of her body and starts to unbutton the jacket.

Julia lets out a loud moan of pleasure, learning for the first time how sensitive her feline ears were. She shifts to let her lover undress her, her own paws gripping into his back tightly then slides her own paws to mirror his movements and help to undress the canine as well.

The canine let out a growl as he released the ear, licking his way down toward her jaw. He pulled the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. Desert nipped at her neck playfully, moving to pull at the straps for the protective vest.

Julia shifted, taking a hold of one of the floppy ears in her muzzle. The tip of the coarse tongue slid along the surface as she suckled. She let out a deep feline purr, her entire body vibrating some with excitement. The vulpine blood in her took a greater effect, making her aroused further still.

He nipped her one more time then pulled back. Once he undid the straps, he takes a hold of the vest and shirt both, pulling them up off of the lithe, sensual form. The tops dropped along with jacket and the mutt looked at her in a bra.

The dominantly feline female stopped him as he reached for her bra. She grinned and turned around, looking at him over her shoulder as the grin turned into a coy smile. The two soft paws reached around and undid the hooks. She turned back around, holding the bra up with her arms. She then moved, letting the support fall away and exposing the perky mounds and furless nipples that were already hard from excitement.

Desert licked his lips at the sight of her soft, beautiful breasts. He reached down, taking a hold of his jacket to pull it off, The mutt then grabs his vest and shirt, working to pull it off as best he can, exposing his stomach and chest. He grips the feline and pulls her close, licking down toward one of the excited nubs.

Julia let out a low moan at the feel of the smooth tongue against the soft fur and sensitive flesh. She gripped at the canine's back, digging her claws into his skin some. The feline chest pushed forward to press against the muzzle. She leaned forward and took a hold of one of the ears, suckling on it as her tail snuck around to wrap around his leg.

Desert gave the nipple a lick then kissed the tip. He pulled her close and lifted, moving to set the kitty-vixen down onto the bed. He gripped her belt as his muzzle moved down. He nipped the bellybutton, then started tracing his way up along the smooth stomach. He gripped the belt and pulled to start removing it.

Julia gave a low moan, purring louder in excitement. She leaned up some, her own paws reaching out and grabbing the front of the commanding canine's pants. She nuzzled against the top of his head as she pulled the belt off.

The mutt took a hold of the waist of the pants and pulled, forcing her to raise up some as they slid off. He stood up straight, letting his own simply fall away onto the floor. The canine let out a long murr at the sight of the feline now only in her panties.

The leopard fox female smiled as she purred more. Her eyes drifted down to the bulge of excitement in the boxers. Her thighs shifted, the wet spot on her own garments growing larger. The soft hand gripped the sheets more, resisting the urge to rub herself. Although she was sure he would not mind watching her do that some. The tail lashed excitedly as she licked her lips in anticipation.

Desert reached and took a hold of his boxers. He slid them off, letting them fall to the floor and exposing the white fur of the sheath and hard pink flesh of his hard shaft, already glistening with pre-cum. He took a hold of her legs and slide up her calves then down along the firm shapely thighs. He leaned down as his paws took a hold of the garment. As he started sliding them off, his muzzle pressed against her crotch, sniffing at the strong musk of the feline's arousal.

Julia let out a mewl of excitement and want as the last of her garments were shed from her form. Her tail slid up along one of the canine legs, the thick furred appendage slid across the sensitive sac, sheath and flesh of the underside of the excited length. She spread her legs, eyes closed as she moaned at the feel of him nibbling at her inner thigh. She slid her legs up and around the male's chest and stomach, trying to pull him closer to her.

Desert nipped Julia's vaginal hood. He let his tongue slide out to press along her clitoris before he moved his way up. The canine let out a long low murr of pleasure as he moved, pressing his body against the warm feminine one underneath him. His arousal slid along the white fur of the inner thigh, moving up toward the wanting and waiting opening that was drenched in anticipation.

The tip of the cock reached the vaginal lips. There was a moment of pause before the two started pushing together. The canine and feline voices intermingled as they both let out growls of feral pleasure. The fem-sex opened around the head of hard length as it slide forward, entering into the warm, wet, tight depths. The movement was steady until the length was fully penetrated to the knot.

Julia gripped Desert's back, her nails digging into the skin of his back some and threatening to break the skin. The long lean legs reached up and wrapped around the form on top of her, pulling down. Her shapely feminine hips rocked, grinding against the firm flesh pressing into her.

Desert bit onto Julia's shoulder with a deep growl of pleasure. He pushed himself against her and rubbed the swell of the knot against the warm wet lips before shifting. The canine tried to keep himself in control as he pulled back, sliding his way back out of her to the tip.

The two bodies pulled apart until they were just touching. Sounds of pleasure clearly escaped the throats of each. They started pushing together once more, the two bodies seeming to merge as the canine's length sank itself back into the feline fem-hood. The hips pushed together harder, grinding as the hungry lips grabbed at the hard and wanting bulge at the base of the shaft.

Julia turned her head to the side and nipped at Desert's jaw. He turned and kissed her. There was a moan as the two mouths met, opening to let each tongue taste the other and explore their mouths. The leopard's paws gripped at the back more, leaving furrows in the skin under the fur as the mutt's slid up along the shapely thighs, teasing the firm little rump.

The two started to speed up in their motions, the warm bodies pressing against each other more. The canine hips thrust forward faster, pressing against the feline hips that were raising up to meet him and press back. The two started to pant, lost in the feral lust of their instincts, both human and animal, as well as the pleasure of their bodies. Julia's legs suddenly seemed to push open a little more as Desert thrust up, sinking the knot into the warm wetness.

The knot was something new and never before felt by either of them, making the two climax in their own orgasm. The canine bulged to full size as the tight vulpine canal clamped down and squeezed, milking along the twitching length with the muscles. A massive yowl was unleashed and intermingled with a growl as doggy cum pumped from the shaft and into Julia's warm tight depths.

The two pressed together, panting heavily. They were both too satisfied and worn out from their time together for either to speak. The lovers hugged each other more, nuzzling each other as they basked in the afterglow. Soon the two leaned in close, dozing off into a restful sleep.