And so it began, a conversation of angst that ultimately progressed towards a promise to see each other that night.
I’m getting ahead of myself – I should explain the buildup behind this little encounter. I’d known him since high school, and there’d been a—spark between us, something built on our shared love of death metal and perusal of darker religions. I fell in love with his eyes first – a piercing ice-blue, they took my breath away and seemed to raze my soul each time I looked into them. Sounds childish, sounds crushy, but it was true. His hands were large, the fingers long and lovely. He was freakishly tall – or was I merely short? – and my forehead barely reached his collarbones when I hugged him after class. I began writing about him in my diary, in such lovingly explicit tones that it sometimes shocked me. I didn’t love him, but the physical attraction was there and it was tangible. I suppose I was young and stupid then, definitely too stupid to have hidden my secret writings in a better place.
My mother found my diary. That night, I was forced to read it aloud to my parents at the dinner table, while they took turns dissecting the writing and shouting at me about what was wrong with it, why I shouldn’t have written it, and what the repercussions of my diary would bring. I remember seeing my sisters cowering in the bedroom, my mother’s tearful face, my father’s disgusted tone, as he all but disowned me, his anger based on the awkward, hormonal rants of a teenage diary. It ruined me, and broke my friendship with my beloved wolf – for a year and a half I did not speak with him. And I stopped Continue reading
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 Continue reading
“Nice pair of tits you got there sister. Maybe you and I could have some fun together, eh? ”
What!!? Apparently my turning around had let the camp lights illuminate my form. I hadn’t taken the time to put my halter-top back on and now, despite the inappropriate situation, all this human could think of were my bare furry breasts. That wouldn’t stop me from taking advantage of this lecherous boor’s distraction. I began playing up to him, trying to keep his thoughts on me. If Midnight was doing hir job, shi would have seen what had happened and would be doing something about it. I hoped it would be soon. Somehow I didn’t think that my looks would keep me safe for long, especially if he realised that I was an hermaphrodite. Many human males were uncomfortable with us because of that and I’d probably be a candidate for skinning. A chakat pelt would be a rare prize indeed. Suddenly a shadow snaked out from a nearby bush and yanked the rifle out of his hands. It was Midnight’s long, prehensile tail that had disarmed him. I had been prepared to act at any moment and I was on that creep in an instant. Unarmed, he was no match for a chakat and I knocked him out. The question was: did anyone hear our scuffle? I hauled his unconscious form onto my back and then, with Midnight’s help, carted him away from the camp and hid him, gagged and tied up with rope from my carisak. …to be continued!