a nightime encounter, long ago

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some fiction, not IC in the journal, of events Grr remembers well, whilst he had fled the 7RAR-L coming for him in Tox
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you come in from the cold, the room is dark, and you move by memory, not needing the lights for the easy steps. Dropping your things, shrugging out of your coat, your boots clomping casually as you move our of the entrance, towards your room. Safe and secure in the knowledge that everything is where you left it. Walking to your room you feel the doorframe, reaching out to it by instinct and brushing it with fingertips as you catch the odd light here and there, the LED of the entertainment system, the light from the kitchen, the clock. You start to shrug off clothes, not wanting the glare of bright lights to rouse you after a long and labourous day.

As you step into the room, you barely feel the soft uneveness of something on your floor, loose clothing, which you must have casually dropped, unthinking, then another. You pay it little mind, then another, again, nothing too unusual, you barely remember lunch, let alone getting up. Pulling your top off, over your breasts, over your head and shoulders, frilling your mohawk as it goes, brushing your myriad of piercings as you pull it free. Unclasping bra, you roll your shoulders, the weight and heft released as you sigh with the relief that comes from standing bare and proud. They fall to the ground as well.

You drop to the bed, sighing, a long day, busy, hectic, fraught with stresses and dangers, over. You reach down to unlace your boots, the ritual continues, soothed by fatigue and the dark. Laces whip your hands and wrists, and one foot after another is free, pulled from boot like hand from glove. With a clump each falls to the floor, and then standing again to strip off pants, wriggling them over your hips and curvaceous ass. You sigh with the relief as the seams come away, and again, you drop them to the floor. You bend to take of the long striped socks and a creak from the floor beside the bed alerts you. You whip towards upright but not fast enough.

A brush of hair behind you, as you were bent, and a flash of heat, then a dampness on your thigh and you suddenly smell it, the musk of damp hair, of maleness. Feral maleness. You jerk sideways and roll, and there is a clump in the dark, and a brief padding. You reach your holster, and the light, and with a flick of one wrist, and a slide of the other, you have a drawn weapon in one hand and the lamp in the other. You switch on the lamp, massive pistol wielded in front of you, and drive back the shadows to an empty room.

"it'd be awfully nice of ya ta turn off tha light, sweetness, ya never know who's watchin' " comes a voice from behind the far side of the the bed. The tip of a sandy orange grey tail is barely visible over the top of the messed up bedsheets, swaying back and forth. " i surrender . . ." Comes the voice again. You chuckle, the scent now warmly familiar as the voice places it in your mind, with the flash of fur to back it up. Anger and shock give way to mirth and fondness, as you holster the weapon, and switch the light back off, shaking your head as you do. More light padding from in front of you as you strain to see in the darkness, moving cautiously but cheerfully back to the bed.

You don't quite make it when there is a brush of warm air, and that scent again, and soft fur bumps against your hand, pressing. You run upwards and feel a flank wriggle against you, you slip downwards and grab the base of my tail, giving a none too gently yank. "you almost got perforated, furball . . ." you half-seriously state as I flick my tail back and forth, pressing my bare back to you, twisting my torso to swing my muzzle down to your face and rubbing the side of my head against your cheek. "Good thing i heal up right-quick then ain't it?, i couldn't help it, i wanted ta see ya" I offer as explanation.

Standing, bare flesh against fur, curves and street-hardened body against wiry muscle and canid bone structure. We’re not as awkward as my gangly body might look, a terrific blend of our two forms, my back and flank pressed against your front, fluffy tail still in your hand, you reach around to cross my chest with your free hand, as I reach back behind me to wrap your waist. My muzzle still against your cheek, my hot breath huffing softly down your neck as you feel again the fast hot wet touch you now know was my tongue, on your shoulder and the base of your neck. You run your fingernails through my fur, tracing the old scars under the guard-hairs, and you feel the clink of canines against your lip rings. My ruff tickles you and I RRRR softly, you feel it more than hear it, and I rub my back against you, pressing fur against your breasts, the rough hairs parting to expose the softer inner hairs, enveloping your nipples as they perk and jut. The rougher hairs still tickle your full breasts, the layering a delicious new tactile development in the dark of your room.

Twisted as I am, my muzzle still reaches around so that after my canine clinks you, and as your lips part with my back fur rubbing you hard, my soft, wide and dexterous tongue licks at your teeth, inviting you to kiss. Your grip on my tail loosens and I turn to face you, which sends another rush of feeling as my fur brisks past your bare skin as I swivel. Our mouths meet, in that strange way as the two shapes come together. Tongues battle, teeth and piercings clink and clank passionately, and hands roam in time with paws. Fur offers a good grip to fingers, and my claw tips first trace the same lines that catch my eyes, touch and scent covering for sight in the dark. Claw tips twitch and hold you for a moment as I growl again at the feel of you pressed against me, cool skin sliding against ever-warm fur. “Raaaar, luv, its been too bloody long . . . “.

You can feel my heart beating fast, metabolism pushed harder by desire. Gripping you tight, and squeezing you hard against myself, you feel my sheath slip over your hip and I whimper, and shudder. Kissing you again deeply, before breaking away, dropping my muzzle down to shoulder hight, and nipping you, holding the shoulder muscle between upper and lower canines on one side, panting, tongue lolling against you, flicking this way and that.. You push forwards, and we both step, staggering, towards the bed. This time you stand on what can only be webbing, the rustle and clank of hardware, carelessly discarded on your floor. You smirk, knowing my ears will hear the wet click of your mouth, as my heel clips the edge of the bed, and we collapse in a heap. I feel your breasts heave and thup against my chest, and as I land, legs akimbo, you land on what in the dark you know to be the glistening red head, peeking out, hot and slick against your thigh.

"ya feel good, smell good." my voice is husky and you feel my breath in your ear, and the cool dampness of my nose bumping your ear, piercings explored as we snuggle and wriggle. I run a paw up your side and cup a breast tenderly, humming and a shiver runs through me. I squeeze tightly then grip with claw tips, withdrawing my paw so my claws trace five lines to your hard nipple where they close again, holding you again. Feeling your breast so full, firm and soft in my paw makes my hips grind, and you feel my cock slide full and long along your thigh.

You, laying with one arm outstretched, and one crossed in front of you trace a hand over my ruff and take one of my ears and rub it between thumb and finger "mmm"ing to yourself. Your others hand walks fingers down my flank, across belly and down to tender groin, swiftly grasping my exposed cock by the middle of the bulbous shaft. Slow, firm, tight strokes elicit a throaty gasp, my fangs release for a moment then with a rolling growl they return, firmly but not really painfully to grip you in that most canine way. At the same time my paw presses back onto you, cupping you firmly, nipple poking out between paw-fingers and I fully harden in your hand in moments.

You let go, and again I "Raaar" into your shoulder, releasing you and shuffling down your body, down the bed, my fur sliding down your chest, belly and thighs. Claw tips scritch down you, tracing you in the dark as i settle between your thighs, a clawed hand gripping a striped sock, and lifting it, places it over a furred and lithe shoulder, my ruff padding it, but the real story is lover down. Your inner thighs are tickled by whiskers, and hot breath, followed by a brush of cool as my nose snuffles in and grazes you. The hottest feeling though, follows in a moment, when a wave of heat and light pressure caresses your mound as i lap you. Long, slow, thorough laps, as I drink you in, savoring the taste and scent of your skin, your sex. Hearing your murmur, I smirk, chuckle and begin to more intently work you over with my tongue. Long canines brush your thigh and your outer lips as i begin to lap you, parting your lips, and rubbing your clit, alternating between the two and pressing inwards, with every third or fourth lick, to enter you a little more each time with my long, muscular tongue.

Gripping at the back of my head, and ruffling my fur as you go, you hold me in place, and both guide and constrain me. Once I get into a good rhythm, your hand finds its way to my ears, and again, you take them between thumb and finger, rubbing, kneading me as the pleasure builds, filling you. My nose now presses firmly against your clit, grinding, with each twist of my head, and each slurp and growling moan into you as you keep building, roaring yourself, deep, hoarse moans and throaty screams as wave after wave crashes through you. I go on, keeping you there, not letting you relax, not letting up until you can do nothing but shudder and gasp. That is when i pull away, to your ragged breathing, and the feel of wet fur slips up from your thighs and you pull me up towards your lips.

"Get up here Grr, you crazy Coyote" I paw my way up, on all fours, naturally, till my dripping, matted sweet muzzle comes up to your face, we kiss again, i'm panting slightly, and you taste yourself all over me, just the way you like. As i reach you, you feel the unmistakable feeling of the pointy tip of my cock, pressing and sliding against your thigh. With a quick adjustment, and a guiding hand, you place the throbbing, slick and dribbling tip against your clit, and i grind against you, trying to drop lower, but you hold me in place for a moment, before with a roll of your broad, grippable hips, you open to me. Slick as you are from my eating, i slide easily inwards, the pointed tip finding its way in, in the dark, then the flattish head, and along the shaft to the bulbous middle, all along, little squirts of precum are oozing from me, making you even wetter. With a cry from you, and a growling whimper, i pull back and press back, slipping in again, this time opening you up further as i slide the middle easily past your lips, and deep inside you.

"RRRAAARRRRR" is all i can say, you hear my claws digging into your sheets and the wet slurping of me sliding in and out of you slowly. Then i let slip, and start to pump you, fur of my belly rubbing yours, my chest fur, just as soft, slipping over your breasts as i hold myself up. My foot paws are kicking and gripping at the bed as i drive into you over and over. Every third or fourth thrust, you can feel me squirt some more precum, drenching you, just as i feel you shuddering, clenching and hissing in my ear. Faster I pump, harder, deeper, until the world goes away, and al that exists is flesh on flesh, fur on skin, and our entwined breathing. Feeling you beginning to clench, shudder and throb against my cock as it glides in and out of you, the fat middle pulling your lips open with each passing, I run a paw over your face in the dark, holding you, and you drag your nails down through the fur at the base of my neck, and send me over the edge. "gggGGGGRRRRR . . . BBBBrrrOOOOOlllllLLL" is the noise i make as my body shudders, spasming, spurting deep inside you, driving away the dark, and the unseen becomes crystal clear as the lights dance from within, as without.

Literally.

The after-images remain in your eyes for a moment as the ringing continues. The faint sound of breaking glass then follows, and a not too distant car-alarm. "Aww, bugger, sounds like they found one of my surprises." is all i can huff in your ear as we lay together basking for the briefest moment. "Crap, Grr, what have you done to my place?" you manage, as we both roll apart, wetly, rummaging beside the bed for discarded weapons. "Nothin, much, well, just left a bit of a Willy Pete strung across yer back fire-escape, figured if they did follow me, err, I didn't want ta be disturbed." I pad across to you, in the dim light of burning debris in the alley below, and kiss you deeply, un-catching the safety on my rifle, then slinging my arm around to hug you. "At least ya don't have ta worry about burglars, right?, i'll help ya repaint . . . i can getcha any shade of khaki ya like"

Postcard

A bent and folded postcard, showing farmland, cows and fields of plants with the title "
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Koo Wee Rup: Australia's largest asparagus growing district" On the back in a cramped, messy hand is written . . . dated 10/1/08
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Pack-Mates,

I hope this bloody message gets to ya, its had ta come through a few paws ta get here. still hidin out, trying ta shake tha bloodhounds from tha 7RAR-L. Bloody SNARL's, they trained us not ta get caught, now they're payin fer it. Might be another week er so till its safe ta show my muzzle in tha old haunts. Same as before, if any 'yessir, nosir" Aussie types show up lookin fer me, ya ain't seen me, they'll get theirs . . .

Hope ya all takin care, lookin out fer each others tails, we're tha only Family we got. Stay Safe, Happy Huntin, and Good Scoutin to ya all.

draft of a letter

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a draft of a letter, it has been wet, so some of the ink on the paper has run, but it is written in the same wide, messy hand. tucked in behind a postcard, dated 10/1/08
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Sweet Cer,

G'day from me on tha run. As far as I can tell I haven't quite given tha bastards tha slip, they trained us too well at trackin and stalkin. Er maybe its just a healthy dose of paranoia, but I wanted ta let ya know that I'm still kickin around out here, layin low and keeping my fur on.

Been thinkin a lot about spendin some quiet time in, if ya know what I mean, and bein holed up like this gives a fella plenty of time ta think about all tha things he misses most. Anyway, I guess I was just wonderin. I mean, just saying. You know, it'd be nice, you know. Ta spend some time with ya. Just good times, err, yeah, you know, cause it's good ta be around yer mates, and well, yeah. I'm not too good at this kinda thing . . .

Right, my courier is here, I better pass this over to the fella, I got a system, gonna have this letter in a letter, and they'll get it and deliver it to ya. Could I ask ya ta pass on tha postcard inside to one of tha Alphas or Betas in tha Pack? Or just pin it to tha wall in tha Den, if ya cant find them . . .