Claps, whens the sequal
Insanity has never brought me closer
On Mon, Nov 30, 2009 at 5:24 PM, Hunter X <hunter2049x_at_yahoo.com> wrote:
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> It was hot and cruel out there. The sand still seemed to be stuck to my
> skin, the adrenalin of the fight long gone, sunken away into the flickers of
> dreams I had while I drifted in and out of consciousness. It wasn't worth it
> was it, had I won? I'd fought too hard, fought too long, must have been
> ready for it, but why did I feel the sheets that I felt under me. Distantly
> I heard an air conditioner humming, the usual ruckus of a house and there
> was her voice.
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> I felt so weak, and for some reason I could swear I felt fur rubbing
> against my thighs, waves of distant pleasure flickered through my brain; but
> only on occasion...But soon enough it stopped, apparently I was being viewed
> as unworthy of the attention now. Though I know not what was happening, it
> was definitely a female, but the fur? Why did I feel fur when I felt her rub
> against me. Hallucinations. I must have been hallucinating.
> What time was it? What day of the week, how long have I been like this...
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> I know my energy was still low, but if I could just get up and stay up long
> enough to look around for a clock. My muscles feel soo unfamiliar as I move
> to prop myself on my elbows. 'Click.' Something; the door! The motion of her
> head canting is the first thing that grabs my attention, my eyes following
> the ears to the fur of black and white, swirling patterns down her face and
> along her barely clad body. Oh my god, barely clad body.
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> "What...who are you?"
> She just cocked her head and spoke something in English, I just barely
> understood that she asked me if my body was whole? Language barriers, ugh.
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> I tried to stand, feeling so vulnerable on my back, so weak like that but
> as soon as I made the attempt my knees seemed to liquefy under me, furred
> hands and charatuese eyes caught me and settled me back into her bed. I lay
> there, settled into her lap with a rich, thick smell of musk on my senses, a
> cool rag mopping the sweat from my brow. Then she moved, leaving me there in
> my confusion to stare at the door she left out of so swiftly. The grace of a
> fox if only she weren't a skunk.
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> I listen for her, my mind drifting to the softness of the pillow under me
> as I took in the room. There lay magazines, an old computer open to what
> looked like a fan site labeled "SkunkWorks," and in the corner a cage. Cold
> metal, shackles and a muffler, or a muzzle or...whatever it was, one of
> those things you'd use to quiet people in the throes of all lust. I
> swallowed hard, shaking my head and turning my attention to the skunkish
> female that strutted into the room holding a tray out to me, kind of shoving
> it towards me and pointing to her mouth saying, "Eat, it's food." That I
> understood.
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> Ravished I took the tray from her as gently as I could without ripping it
> from her hands and shoveling it all down my throat. Obviously this was a
> gesture of peace, this little offering of sustenance. I just ate, my mind
> consuming the food along with my mouth, my whole being concentrated on the
> nutrition I was taking in. I didn't even notice her for the few minutes I
> ate but by the time I laid the tray down aside the bed, she had stripped.
> Standing there in all her grace with a mischievous look across her muzzle,
> coming closer until she'd straddled my hips, gently pushing my shoulders
> back against the bed.
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> Hesitating, giving her a slight push until she started cooing for me that
> it as alright. At least I thought that's what she was saying. But I didn't
> really have much reaction time before her muzzle rubbed against my face, her
> tongue flicking out across the ridge of my ear, her clawed and padded paw
> like hands spread across my chest. Attention enough to drive the heat down
> in to my loins to reach the temperature I already felt from hers that drove
> against me already.
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> "My name is Natasha," And she thrust against me where she'd positioned
> herself, driving herself onto my organ with a little animalistic sound. It
> seemed an eternity of lust filled me as she moved. My hands on her thighs
> felt as she pumped herself against me, rode me like she would be put to
> death the next day and this was the last time she could prove herself to
> anyone. It built, driving noises from both of us until I released into her
> as her vaginal muscles clamped around me.
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> My breath was lost, her huffing slowing as mine did and her claws stopping
> their digging into my shoulders where she'd clung.
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> "Please, let me stay with you,until I fully mend." My heart was hers, she'd
> hear it in my voice.
> "Oh, you have yet to meet my sisters..." She smiled.
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> The End?
> Yared is © 狼 Natasha//Sunkworks is © James hardiman
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