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This is not mine it was writen by Bernard Doove
I was enjoying watching the unfamiliar scenery passing by. We were in a ground car on a back road in America on the way to a foxtaur community where Goldfur’s mate was to introduce us to his family. My mind wandered back a couple of days to when we were first introduced to him.
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We met Red soon after we had gotten back from our mountain retreat. Kris, Trina and I arranged to have Goldfur bring him over for dinner. They arrived at exactly the appointed time with Goldfur’s usual remarkable timing. Red seemed a bit shy and shi had to urge him inside to meet us. He was a handsome foxtaur, his coat having the common red fox markings, but the colour was an unusually deep shade of red, thus earning him his nickname. His fur was well kept and shiny, and his tail was proud and bushy. His only clothing was a wonderful soft leather vest that looked home-made, but with great craftsmanship. We all gathered in the spacious living room for formal introductions.
Goldfur announced, “I would like everyone to meet Garrek, my love-mate. Garrek, this is my sister Forestwalker.”
I stepped up and embraced him and said, “You are welcome in our home Garrek. And please, just call me Forest.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he returned the hug. He definitely was a shy one! He said, “I’m pleased to meet you after hearing so much about you from Goldfur. And all my friends call me Red.”
“Well, Red, I would like you to meet my life-mates, Kris and T (more…)
This is not my story it was wrote by Bernard Doove
The day had dawned still and clear. There was a chilly bite in the air that made it all the more refreshing. My fur and Trina’s easily kept us warm, but Kris’ fur was lighter and he preferred to wear a jacket, although I suspected that he wouldn’t need it for too long. The hike would soon warm him up and the weather promised another hot day.
We had our breakfast before dawn and we were prepared to leave shortly after sunup. It was our intention to make our way to the mountains to the south where the trail made its way through a high pass and it intersected with another path from the east. There we would meet with my sister, Goldfur, who would join us for our hike for the next couple of days. Shi seldom got the opportunity to travel with us as hir work as a starship technician kept hir a long way from Earth for many weeks. After about an hour of walking, the trail started winding its way up the mountainside. Unlike yesterday’s emergency, there was no rush, and we could take greater care negotiating the path, although it wasn’t as dangerous as the cliffside trail. We paused at one of the open areas to gaze out over the valley. The sunlight was reflecting off ripples on the lake and a flock of cockatoos was noisily making its way to some feeding site. Everywhere else was virtually unbroken green with the bluish tinge that results from eucalyptus oil in the air. I felt very possessive of this beautiful country and I’m pleased to be able to contribute to maintaining it in its near pristine state.
We proceeded with our hike and it wasn’t long before we ha (more…)
This is not my story it was wrote by Bernard Doove
The sights and smells of the eucalyptus forest were always special to me. It was spring; the rain and sun had worked its usual magic on the plantlife. Everything was in full growth because it was too soon yet for the country to start drying out. Numerous small creeks could be heard making their way down to meet their larger brethren and the soil and compost beneath my paws was moist and smelled delightfully earthy and alive.
I was making my way along a barely discernible track that meandered between towering mountain ash and around stands of tree-ferns. No easy walking trail this; it also turned into a rock-climb in parts. It was infrequently used due to its length and difficulty, but I was in heaven. I loved this temperate bushland and I was always pleased to find an excuse to come out this way. I am a chakat, a feline taurform morph named Forestwalker. I had earned my adult name from my frequent excursions into the bushlands that so suited lifeforms such as me. My human friends tell me how much they enjoy the sights and sounds of the forest. How much more my far sharper senses could tell me. My nose alone could tell me more about what was happening around me than a human’s full range of senses. As I travelled the trail, I was exploring the area by sound and smell, as well as sight, and it was utterly delightful.
However, today’s trek wasn’t a mere bushwalk. Today, I had a goal. I was heading for a hut built in a clearing near a small lake deep in the national park. Some hiking enthusiast had built it many years ago, but as it was on public land, it was available to any weary hiker passing b (more…)
Our tactile and sensual natures had already nearly overwhelmed us and we were enjoying this too much to want to stop. It helped to know why I had been put into this position. As much as I loved my lifemates, and they me, my mates knew that I needed more interaction with my own kind. I once confessed that I wondered about having a cub one of these days. I could not become pregnant by Kris, nor could I fertilise Trina, and though my need was not urgent, they knew that my desire for a child would keep growing. So now it looked like they had conspired with my sister to play matchmaker. Undoubtedly Midnight was in a similar situation and we had been thrown together to see what happened. Not that I was going to get pregnant tonight. For starters, I wasn’t in season yet; but more importantly, despite our passion, we had known each other for only part of one day and having a cub meant so much more to a chakat than a mere frolic with a new friend. However, that didn’t mean that we couldn’t enjoy each other to the fullest. Casual affairs were common for us and, because I believed my lifemates had conspired to bring about this meeting, I knew that there wouldn’t be any jealous feelings on their part. I was feeling deep pleasure and I was about to step up the pace when our intimacies were rudely interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. It wasn’t too close but we all heard it clearly and all activity ceased. Moments later, there was another shot. …to be continued!