The handcuffs bit cruelly into Cimarron’s wrists as they held her suspended by a chain from the ceiling. Stretching her legs, she could feel the hot, sandy floor brushing against her hoof tips. Her shoulders burned and her chest ached under the strain of holding her full weight. Her legs were held apart by a spreader bar and ankle cuffs that were locked just above her hooves. Her clothes had been taken, leaving her completely bare to the fur. The air in the room felt hot and stagnant. Sweat rolled down her body, stiffening her fur and plastering her reddish-gold mane to the top of her head and along the back of her neck. She didn’t know how long she’d been here; hours, maybe even days. There was no light; no means of measuring the passage of time save for the seemingly regular visits of her ‘keeper.’
She had been fed and watered at least three times so far, or was it four? It was getting hard to tell. Each time her keeper had carefully slipped a tube passed her gag, pushing it almost gently down her throat before pumping some kind of thick paste into her stomach. This was followed by a brief flow of water that quenched her thirst. The tube was carefully withdrawn and she was left alone in the dark
Cimarron tried thinking back to how she’d gotten here. Her last memories had been of a bar near the campus. It was Friday night and she’d been celebrating the end of mid-term exams with a couple of her friends. Then nothing. She never drank to exc 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
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 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!
ulating,” Midnight replied. “If we do meet, you can ask them. Here come the others. Are you ready to push on?”
We continued our trek and while we found the walk enjoyable, there was nothing of particular interest to make the afternoon noteworthy. As evening approached, we found our campsite at the foot of the ranges in a sheltered spot convenient to a sparkling clear creek. This being a national park, we had brought our own food supplies along, although, if it had been otherwise, any one of us was quite capable of hunting up a meal. The chakats in the group had a distinct advantage though, in that we could eat almost anything, including some things that would kill humans and many other morphs like Trina. We soon had our own (very safe) campfire going and we joked and chatted as we prepared our meals. Finally Goldfur and I started catching up on each other’s lives.
As the sky darkened, we made ourselves comfortable around the fire. The moon was nearly full and the temperature pleasant. A near-perfect end to the day. Trina and Kris seemed engrossed in one another and I had Goldfur snuggling up on my left side and Midnight cosy at my right. Once again I suspected that a little subtle maneuvering was going on. Oh well, might as well enjoy it. It was not that often that I got to me …to be continued!
make cooking fires, but they always worried me. More than a few times, I had seen the consequences of a careless fire and once I even had to outrun a firestorm deliberately started by a firebug.
“Do you smell that smoke?” I asked the others. “I’m going to dash on ahead to the next rise to check it out and try to see the source.”
“I’ll come with you,” said Midnight. I guess that shi too would have first-hand knowledge of the effects of wildfire.
For the next few minutes we were silent as we raced to the next vantage point. As soon as we reached it, we could see the column of smoke that obviously was the source of our concern. Midnight pulled out a pair of small but powerful binoculars from hir carisak. They must have been part of hir standard scouting equipment. I had a similar pair for my work.
“It looks okay,” shi said. “I can see a campsite with several humans and they look pretty organised. The fire looks to be well constructed and safe.”
I sighed with relief. Bushfires were the closest thing I have to a phobia and I was glad to put my mind at ease. “I wonder what they are doing over there? Maybe we will bump into them later and find out. Perhaps they are hikers like us, only doing the route in the opposite direction.”
“It’s pointless spec …to be continued!