Innocence Lost - Chapter Two -

Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry

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Kanga turns on Christopher, telling him why she bred with him when he was still only a child, and confirming her own fears and suspicions, but once the truth is known, both of them admit their faults, and like two close friends - their disagreement is forgotten - as Kanga asks for a special gift - only one Christopher, now he has 'come of age' can give her..


Innocence Lost

Chapter Two

  1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

22nd September, 2017,

All Rights Reserved.

Christopher stared at the back of Kanga, who wept piteously, before his anger melted away and he timidly reached out and touched her shoulder.

"Kanga..."

"Leave me alone!" Kanga sobbed, as she flinched. "You're right about me, all of it! What I done, was wrong, and you should hate me for it...I did what I did, out of love for you, don't you understand? How many times did you take me as a plush? You..modified me - "

Christopher winced, as Kanga's words struck him like a mallet.

"How many times as a child did you externally mate with me, rubbing your little...thing...against me, moaning my name and then you'd gasp and flinch away – spraying that – stuff – into a tissue? Later, when you matured – you would put that thing on...and once again, deny me that which I so craved! Do you not think I wanted your gift?"

"You...knew?" Christopher moaned softly, eyes widening.

"No, but you just confirmed my suspicions!" Kanga sobbed, then slammed a long foot down on the floor in frustration, her paws clenching in anger. "Did you not stop, even for a moment, to wonder at the magic of it all? How your love for me, even as a child, gifted me with life and sentience? How I craved to hold you in my arms, feel you inside me and watch your face as you gave me that which I so desperately desired – your valuable seed? Yes Christopher – I desire that most of all – Roo would love a baby brother or sister – yet your own selfish needs always took priority, didn't they? Oh, use me for your own sexual pleasure and gratification – imagine how it'd be with us – you knew how much I loved you, how much it pleased me to turn for you – to feel you inside me...do you have any idea, what it felt like? The love, the warmth, the compassion as you mated with me...yet you were too young to give me that which I desired above all else!"

"I never..." Christopher whispered, as he stepped up behind Kanga, then slid his hands around her hips, stroking her quivering flanks.

"No, you never thought!" Kanga snapped, echoing his hurtful words back at him. "Now you've come of age, as a young man, you still used me to relieve yourself – didn't you? Why else would you have...done what you done to me? How did it feel, sliding you...thing...into that silken fake cloaca? Did you gasp and moan, imagining it was real, that you were mating with a real, willing Kangaroo Doe? Then when you'd finished, that wonderful, warm, salty gift...would be wasted – but oh no, that wasn't good enough for you was it? You had to put aside childish things – me – you found yourself another, haven't you? Does she do the things I used to do to you? Does she? Does she hold you tight when you're sleeping, lick away your tears and cuddle you like I used to do, when the storms come and you were afraid?"

"Kanga...please - " Christopher whispered, as he felt her words lashing his psyche like a whip.

"No, you abandoned me Christopher – when I needed you the most – I waited years for you to finally be able to help me conceive a joey...yet you threw me away when you 'grew up' and no longer needed me – but what about me? I needed you!"

Christopher felt Kanga's anger making her tremble, before he released her and sat on the bed, clutching his head in his hands and sobbing, overcome with the guilt that Kanga had unleashed on him – it was true – all of it – he had turned away from her, he had used Kanga just as she said – when he was barely able to achieve an erection, then years later, he'd hump her, moaning and trembling, his penis thrusting against the tight silk of the SPH he had sewn into her groin, his penis coated with lube and covered with a condom which he later flushed down the toilet...

He had no answer for Kanga, his mind turned inward in hatred and self recrimination, remembering how many times she had – turned – as she put it, letting him mate her, the warmth of her cloaca as she squeezed down with her powerful vaginal muscles, her leathery paws on his back, the short claws gripping his shoulders as he moaned and squirmed – unable to give her anything more than the pleasure from their mating – now, he felt Kanga's full wrath descend upon him, as he'd never suspected, or even imagined, Kanga desiring his sperm...so she could conceive a joey...was that even...

"Possible?" Kanga whispered, as she looked over her shoulder, then began to turn, as if reading his mind. "I can smell your scent Christopher, arousal mixed with sadness and fear...you hurt me Christopher – I can't hide that – but in my own way – I hurt you as well...I can't undo what I caused you, I wish I could wave my paws and make it alright...but I can not – I can...only ask...you forgive me...for what I done...."

Christopher fought with his conflicted emotions, before he glanced at Kanga, who stood there, eyes shimmering with tears, before he held out his arms and Kanga leapt into his grasp, the tears spilling down her muzzle and cheeks as she gripped him painfully tight with her paws, pressing her warm, furred body against his shirt and trousers.

Just like that, the animosity, the grief and the hatred they had thrown so bitterly against each other, was melted away in a heartbeat...

*

"Kanga, I'm so sorry - " Christopher wept, as he crushed her close, stroking her back and ears, feeling her thudding heart against his shirt.

"I am sorry for what I done to you - " Kanga sniffled, before she pushed herself back, looking into his eyes and then sniffling, giving his face a gentle lick of affection.

"How...can you ever forgive me?" Christopher moaned softly, before he felt Kanga tremble, and her paws gripped at his shirt.

Christopher blinked, before he smiled weakly and pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing his naked chest. Kanga rested her paws on his shoulders, before she leaned even further back and looked at his surprisingly well muscled chest. Kanga's muzzle fell open, as she looked at him, then timidly placed a paw on his chest, her blunt claws slowly trailing over the well formed pectoral muscles, then down over the ridges of the abdominal muscles themselves, her claws making Christopher tremble and moan softly before Kanga's claws trailed over his trousers, feeling the distinctive lump that was forming in them.

"Oh..." Kanga murmured, then pushed Christopher, so he fell backwards onto the bed, where he fell with a thump, then giggled nervously.

"I think you'll find, Kanga, a lot has...changed since we last mated..." Christopher blushed, as he slid his hands down, then unbuckled the belt and fumbled with his trousers, sliding them down his hips.

Kanga looked down, then she gasped, her muzzle falling open a she seen what strained at the tightly fitting boxer shorts, its outline unmistakable as Christopher blushed, then slid his boxer shorts down and Kanga's eyes widened even further.

"I - " Kanga stammered, before she swallowed the lump in her throat, her muzzle falling open again.

"I'm not the innocent, naieve child I once was Kanga..." Christopher smiled weakly, as he gently pushed her mouth closed, then lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I don't even know...if...you know...if we..."

Kanga looked back down at his penis, then she used her paws to measure it out, before a deep tremble ran through her body and she whimpered softly. It come to nine paw spans in length, and Kanga could barely wrap her paw around its girth.

"I think..." Kanga began, then trailed off and swallowed again, before she squirmed.

"Kanga, I don't want to hurt you...I never did, but I don't know if we – if we can mate, like we used too – "Christopher whispered, as he stroked hrs thumbs along her furred cheeks.

Kanga wrapped both paws around Christopher's length, her claws lightly pricking the firm flesh, as she trembled helplessly and looked down, tilting her head and flicking her ears back against her neck.

"I...can I?" Kanga whispered, as she crouched, her elbows on the edge of the bed, still holding his penis firmly in her paws.

"Please Kanga...be gentle..." Christopher shivered, then he gasped as Kanga's soft tongue began at the base of the shaft, then timidly licked upwards, as she gripped the sensitive foreskin with her paws and pulled it down, giving the sensitive head a long, sensual lick.

Christopher grunted and trembled, before Kanga flicked an ear and looked up, her dark eyes narrowing in a look of fear and concern, but Christopher gently stroked her ears and nodded.

"I can't..." Kanga whispered, before she licked it again, this time from the tip down.

"I know Kanga, as much as I once enjoyed you suckling me like that – there is no way your muzzle could...stretch that wide, without hurting you...your tongue feels...amazing Kanga, it always has and - " Christopher gasped, then trembled again as a small squirt of pre-ejaculate fluid spurted over Kanga's muzzle, instantly soaking the fur and making her snap her head back and cough in fright.

Christopher grunted as she dragged her paws up his length, then he swallowed and gently pushed Kanga away, before he lay down on the bed and pet it, watching as she struggled up onto the bed, then lay down, looking at him and licking away the sticky fluid off her muzzle.

"Kanga...can I...can we try something? Something I've...always wanted to do and - " Christopher asked her, as he stroked her ears lovingly.

Kanga frowned, before Christopher rolled off the bed, then lay down again, the opposite way to what Kanga was laying, as he wriggled closer, pressing her warm body against his, then Kanga smiled and nodded, her paws once again gently wrapping around his penis and pulling it towards her muzzle, with Christopher gasping and awkwardly pressing closer, to give Kanga easier access, before he feathered his fingers lightly across her cloaca.

Kanga quivered from ears to toes, the toes curling in pleasure as she moaned softly, before Christopher timidly spread apart her cloaca with two fingers, gazing at the pale pink folds. He saw her urethra, then the ridges of her labial folds before a small, slender tunnel up into Kanga's warm depths. He had studied kangaroo physiology at school – so he knew this wasn't right – as kangaroo's had two vagina's – Kanga only had one...but he didn't mind, as he pulled the outer lips further apart until he felt Kanga gasp in pain, then he relaxed his fingers and lowered his head – tongue beginning too lick and was against those slender flips, working his way deeper and deeper, as Kanga began moaning and quivering.

They shared each others sexual pleasures orally, for nearly two hours, Christopher surprising Kanga with his remarkable self control, as pulse after pulse of pre-ejaculate was spurted into her muzzle – and sometimes onto it – yet despite her caressing paws and licks, she couldn't bring him to orgasm – Christopher on the other hand, within fifteen minutes of using his fingers and tongue – Kanga had grunted, moaned and squealed in a breathless gasp – experiencing a dozen orgasm, each more shattering than the last.

Finally, Kanga pulled her head away and she shivered, before she scratched gently at Christopher's thighs, making him stop. He felt Kanga's sweat soaked body pressed against him, heard her moaning gasps and pants, and he snickered, before climbing off the bed and laying back down, right side up, then gazing into her eyes.

His erect penis rubbed against Kanga's well lubricated folds, and she sniffled and quivered in fright – fearing he wouldn't be able to mount her, but as he rolled over, Kanga frowned, then he retrieved a small bottle from the bedside drawer, then squirted some onto his penis. Kanga smelt a strange scent, one she couldn't place, but he just looked at her and smiled nervously, before he rolled back and placed a sticky hand on Kanga's trembling hip.

"I'll be gentle Kanga...I promise..." Christopher whispered, as he stroked her flank and kissed her on the furred lips, before he moved slightly and pressed his penile head against Kanga's quivering cloaca, then she sniffled, blinked and nodded, but he felt her trembles, and knew it'd take all his self control – not to hurt her...

To Be Continued...