History

               Jan 2, 2000 to July 10, 2000 (cl) Destiny Inc.

   Here is the second part of Hunting. It contains M/M sex so if this 
offends you, leave now. If not, come on in. George is (cl) Afril again 
and the characters may be used by any author who wants to, just ask 
first please. Note: Some of what the Prince says I heard in a dream. I 
kid you not.




   I sit, feeling my eyes start to glaze over as the man in the perfect 
business suit with the perfect hair and perfect teeth goes on about 
stock options and gross annual income. The jargon goes over my head and 
I reach up to gently rub my one temple. 'Please. Running from hunters, 
shooting rapids, climbing a mountain. That I can handle, but this is 
pure torture.' I glance over at the man in the suit to my right. His 
long, brown/gold hair is collected in a neat ponytail at the base of 
his head. He looks about as bored as I am and I lean over and whisper 
softly. "I'll give you a $1000 to shoot me."

   "No way. You have to shoot me first." He replies and I chuckle, 
covering it with a cough. 

   "So, what do you think?" the perfect man says finally.

   "Well, I'll have to pass this information onto my people and let 
them hash out the details. I'll let you know what we can come up with 
in a few days." He smiles his perfect smile at me. I reach out to shake 
his hand again. His hand is soft and well manicured. I can see him 
flinch slightly as my well callused and scarred hand touches his. 
'He'll likely go sanitize his hand after this.' I smile back and my 
associate and I exit the room. 

   The perfect man follows, jabbering about stuff I am barely listening 
to, but I nod and smile. Along the way, we meet up with a woman with 
sable gray hair done up in a tight bun on her head dressed a smart 
ladies business suit and two large gentlemen dressed in suits also. 
Both are a bit taller than I am with neatly styled short red/orange 
hair and sunglasses. They nod to me slightly as does the woman with the 
gray hair.

   We exit the office and head for a long black limousine parked out 
front. The driver, a rather large and tall gentleman wearing a 
chauffeur's uniform opens the door for us as we enter. As we pull away, 
I sigh and settle back into the seats. "If I ever get an idea like that 
again, sit on me until it passes."

   "Well, it was your idea to come here to see about potential 
recruits." George, the man that was in the meeting with me says, 
chuckling. He reaches up to rub his face; it shimmers slightly at the 
point of contact. 

   "That reminds me. Toshier, are we clear?" I call to the driver.

   He scans the various displays projected on the inside of the 
windshield. "Clear." George reaches for the crown pin on his lapel and 
the illusion fades. 

   A lion takes his place. He reaches up to pull the tie from his name 
and gives his head a shake. "Aahh, much better."

   The woman and the two other gentlemen do like wise. A female 
chinchilla and two male tigers that are twins appear. "Mmmm.. Much 
better indeed." The chinchilla stretches. The twins do likewise and 
loosen their ties and jackets. I pull my tie and jacket off, opening my 
shirt up. 

   "So? Any potential recruits in that place?" The twin on the right 
pulls out a small data organizer and inserts it into a slot in the one 
hand rest. Holographic displays appear in mid air in front of all of 
us. 

   "We found six in their entire database that show high potential." 
The left-hand twin replies. We all study the displays, reading dossiers 
on each one.

   I nod. "Okay. Suggestions as to how we approach them?"

   We spend the rest of the drive talking, Toshier adding his own 
suggestions. By the time we approach Destiny Inc., we have a plan 
hashed out on how to approach them. The limo pulls into a secured 
underground garage area. We stop and exit, the chinchilla having shed 
most of her outfit, leaving her clad in a pair of light blue bikini 
bottoms and a short top of a matching colour. The twins have removed 
their jackets and shirts, white belly fur with orange and black stripes 
on their backs and heads. George has shed his jacket, but left his 
shirt on, unbuttoned. I sling my jacket over my shoulder. Our driver, 
Toshier, has shed his illusion to reveal a seven-foot tall, black 
furred wolf with blood red eyes. He has also removed his jacket, tie 
and shirt. 

   He claps a six-fingered hand on my shoulder and squeezes. "That was 
fun! We have to do that again."

   "You only like it because you can freak out the other drivers by 
dropping your illusion for a few seconds." He grins toothily at me. We 
head in to a large elevator, the car pulling away and parking itself in 
a maintenance bay. In the elevator, I hold my hand to a normal looking 
elevator control panel. The numbers shift and change to another set 
entirely and I push one. We start up, the lift rising smoothly. A soft 
chime as we stop and exit on an upper floor.

   "Welcome back!" a six foot tall praying mantis chatters, mandibles' 
clicking slightly.

   "Bright sun, Er'wol." I reach out to brush the inside of my forearms 
against the outside of his forearms. 

   He chitters happily and rubs back. "Bright sun, David. Did you find 
what you were seeking?"

    Roken, the right twin, pulls out the organizer and hands it Er'wol. 
He studies it, mandibles licking and antenna's twitching. "Yes, yes! 
I'll get on these immediately!"

   I sigh softly. "Many thanks, Er'wol. Have fun." He scampers off, 
chittering to himself. 

   We walk past various humans talking or working with canines, 
vulpines, felines, equines, avians, insectoid and reptilian beings as 
though it was normal. Around here, it was normal. One by one, the 
members of my party head off. The chinchilla, Syree, heads off after 
giving each of us a hug and kiss. Toshier never left the elevator and 
continued on up to his suite. The twins, Roken and Akire, also give 
George and me a hug and kiss and depart for their quarters. A lioness 
comes up and snags George, kissing him.

   "You know I don't like to be kept waiting." Sirana purrs, fondling 
George. He purrs and kisses her back. "And you!" She points a finger at 
me, then comes over and starts to fondle me. "Need to come by more 
often. It is so much more fun with you there too."

   "Yes my lady." I shiver. She rubs her scantily clad body against me; 
I can smell her arousal and almost follow her, but give my head a 
gentle shake. "Another time Sirana. I have a few things I need to 
finish up."

   She pouts, then smiles and hooks an arm around George, leading him 
off. I wave to both of them, smiling. Sirana has George's shirt off and 
rubbing his chest as they vanish around a corner. I head for my own 
quarters, talking to the various employees as I go. I finally enter my 
quarters and head for the bathroom, stripping the rest of my clothes 
off and tossing them into the laundry chute. A long hot shower, 
followed by a good meal relaxes me even further.

   Clad in a black T-shirt and trackpants, I walk across the soft rug 
to a very comfortable chair behind my desk. Soon, I'm typing away on a 
computer the likes of which no one has seen before. After about an hour 
of working, I save the files and push back, reclining the chair. 'Might 
as well check in with the others.' I relax and call the Crown into 
being. I can feel it settle on my head as I pull it from the ether. 
"Light as air, but heavy from the wisdom it holds." I say softly. I 
close my eyes and relax my mind, then launch consciousness across 
countless dimensions to communicate with my various agents and 
contacts, confirming information and setting up meetings. 

   I close the link, feeling my consciousness flow back to me and 
settle back in the chair. Doing this is like having yourself divided 
into a hundred parts, each one an identical copy of you, then bringing 
them all back together and sorting and absorbing the data. Sounds 
simple in theory, but to actually do it is like reading the entire 
Encyclopedia Britannica in under a minute and dealing with the 
information overload. I reach over and tap the desktop. A glass of an 
emerald green liquid appears and I sip it, savoring the taste.

   The windows around the suite are one-way, armored against anything 
up to and including a small missile and not like anything this world 
has ever seen. I can see the crown on my head and smile. "To think that 
being hunted got me you." And I close my eyes as my memories take me 
back.

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   'Mmm. Great day for a walk.' I gaze up, sheilding my eyes from the 
sun. I brush my hand against the barn as I walk by it, feeling the sun 
warm wood under my callused. Parents away for the day, chores done and 
nothing to do until this evening. I start away from the barn, just 
relaxing, when I hear a familiar whining sound. Too familiar. I duck 
around the side as a faint shimmer appears in the air about fifty feet 
from the barn. A bright flash and what looks like a disc, twelve feet 
across with a railing around it appears. With a figure I hoped to never 
see again at the controls. The disc settles and the figure, clad in 
hunting yellows, grabs a spear from beside the console. 

   "Oh Lorack." He calls in a voice that is nice, but has a meanness 
underneath it. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He sing songs. 

   I grit my teeth and carefully move back, gazing at the house. 'If I 
can get there, I can get my 12 gauge and give this creep the permanent 
brush off.' about 100 feet separates me from the house. I start running 
hard and fast. A faint whistling noise and what feels like a 
sledgehammer hitting me between the shoulder blades knocks me face 
first into the ground. I start to get up when my spine lights up with 
what feels like a huge lightening strike and I pass out.

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   Voices. I can hear voices, but can't make out what they are saying. 
Slowly, the sound resolves into recognizable words. "Toshier, he's 
waking up." I open my eyes then close them fast, the light is way too 
bright.

   "Easy." Rumbles a soft voice and something cool is dribbled onto the 
corners of my eyes. "Now open then slowly." I squint a bit, then 
opening them fully. A couple of blinks brings everything into focus. A 
black wolf with blood red eye, mouth open and fangs gleaming greets me.

   Most people would freak, but I just smile. "Hello Toshier."

   The lupren chuckles. "Hello David. Welcome back." I grunt, then go 
to sit up and my back explodes in pain, making me hiss through clenched 
teeth.

   Two tigers come over and help me up. "Easy." The right one says.

   "Let us help you." The left one adds. 

   I sit up, breathing and trying to keep the pain from getting to me. 
Toshier goes around behind me, gently removing the remains of my shirt. 
"By Ki'sad! He burned you!" And I hear some scratching. I stiffen and 
gasp as something that feels like liquid nitrogen is put on my back. 
The pain quickly fades and I sag against the two felines in relief. 
They hold me, talking softly and stroking my head and neck. "You'll be 
OK in about half an hour. The salve will help heal those burns." he 
hands me a glass of water that I gratefully down, then hold the glass 
out. He refills it and this one I sip. Roken, the one tiger, goes over 
to a cabinet and comes back with a light tunic for me to wear. I slip 
it on, tucking it into my jeans, then go to stand, wobbling a bit. 
Akire grabs me until I steady myself and stand up. 

   Angry voices come to us from down the hallway. "But I caught him 
Father. The Lorack is mine!"

   "Seqain, we have been over this before. The Lorack is a myth, a 
figure from a fable. He doesn't exist!" Replies a deep but gentle 
voice.

   "Father! He is the Lorack! My Mentor says he is. With him as my 
slave, he will lead me to the Crown of Destiny and I will be King of 
the Cosmos!" Seqain replies. The figures come into view and the four of 
us drop to one knee in respect. 

   Seqain's father, King Ijar, enters first. He stands just over six 
feet in height, dressed in the royal colours of purple, gold and red. 
His clothes look like a cross between something from King Arthur's 
court mixed with modern fashion. A simple crown with various gems rests 
on his brow. His face was strong, but very gentle, his eyes are purple 
and his hair is a deep brown colour, cut just above shoulder length.  

   To his left is his wife, Queen Kireeh. She has a breathtaking beauty 
to her. Long white hair that almost glowed with an inner light, a face 
that would make any man want to die for her and eyes of sapphire blue. 
And a voice that made you just want to sit and listen to her forever. 

   The Prince, Seqain, entered last. If you ever saw Warriors of 
Virtue, his face looks like Komodos, but is a bit narrower with brown 
hair and eyes. But when you look in his eyes, you can see darkness in 
them. He can smile and act charming, but the darkness remains, cold and 
cruel. His voice is nice. But underneath it, you can hear a bite, like 
one out of tune instrument in a symphony.

   "But Father.."

   The King waves his hand. "We will discuss this later." He turns to 
me. "I see you are once again here, David."

   I lift my head. "Yes your majesty." I turn to Kireeh. "Good tidings 
to thee, my lady." I bow my head.

   "Good tidings to thee, David. I trust you are well." She says.

   "He would be better, your highness, if the young prince had not 
burned him." Toshier says quietly.

   "Burned?" Kireeh queries. Toshier stands and motions me up. He 
removes my tunic and I turn so my back is to them. 

   A gasp from Kireeh and Ijar glares at Seqain, I catch this in the 
reflections from the mirrored cabinets. I can see a red X, going from 
the tops of my shoulders to the bottom of my ribcage, with the center 
being right between my shoulder blades. I can also see a smaller scar, 
as big as a twenty five cent coin at the small of my back from the last 
time Seqain got me. 

   Ijar is fuming. " Seqain! You know hunting with a Pesan Lance is not 
sporting!"

   The prince glares back. "My Mentor says the Lorack is to be hunted 
and taken by any means. It was within my rights to use it!"

   The king sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "We will discuss 
this later. Now David, what are we going to do with you?"

   Toshier speaks up before the Prince can open his mouth. "With Yirwa 
retiring as the old slave master, I could use an assistant. David 
helped myself and Yirwa before with the slaves and knows what has to be 
done." I hide a smile as I slip my tunic back on.

   Ijar hides a smile as well. "An excellent idea. I hereby name you 
Assistant to Toshier." The prince looks like he is ready to blow a 
gasket and I pray he does. Instead, he turns and stomps out of the 
infirmary. The king comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Again, 
I must apologize for my son's behavior. His Mentor has been putting 
ideas into his head again."

   "It's OK, your highness. I'm used to him." He smiles and gives my 
shoulder a pat, then turns to Toshier.

   "Toshier? Get him outfitted and report to the throne room. I am told 
I have a, "gift" arriving, from Baron Liquoi." He said with some 
disgust in his voice. We all knew what that meant.

   "We will be there shortly, your highness." Toshier replies and bows, 
with all of us copying him. The king and queen leave and I go with 
Toshier. A new tunic, light blue with a small, stylized, seven-point 
silver star on the front. A brown leather pouch goes on my left hip and 
matching boots go on my feet. "Come on." Toshier growls and I hurry 
after him, tying my hair in a ponytail as I go. Together, we enter the 
throne room.

   Every time I enter here, the sheer grandeur overwhelms me. Compared 
to cathedrals on earth, this room is ten times more beautiful. We walk 
on a long red embroidered carpet and arrive at an elevated platform 
with two thrones on it, occupied by the king and queen. We stop at the 
base of the platform and kneel.

   "Slave master Toshier and his assistant David are here to serve you, 
your majesties." I intone as we bow our heads.

   "Very good." the king says. We stand and walk over to his left side 
at the base of the platform. From an entryway just across from Toshier 
and myself, two guards walk in, towing a wretched looking dog like 
being. 

   "The Baron Liquoi send his regards to your majesties. And this slave 
as a token of good faith." The left guard says, pushing the canine 
forward. Toshier nods slightly to me and I walk over. The canine stands 
with his head lowered, a muzzle/gag is fitted to him and his paws 
shackled together in front of him. A collar is around his neck and a 
short kilt covers his loins, his tail hanging limp in the back. He 
stands, swaying slightly and breathing hard through the binding on his 
face. I get close, seeing his ribs showing through a coat with markings 
that look like that of a german shepherd. 

   'He hasn't been fed well.' Liquoi has a reputation for not treating 
his slaves very well. My hand gently touching his face makes him wince 
and move unsteadily back. I shh softly and put my hand back up, lifting 
his head. He doesn't move and opens eyes of a red/brown colour. His 
pupils are dilated and I reach into my pouch for a small light, 
flicking it over them. 

   They respond, sluggishly, and I catch a whiff of something on his 
breath. Like strawberries and cordite. I lift his lip and see his teeth 
are stained a faint purple/green colour. 'Drugged.' I move my hand 
gently down to his collar. It's tight and when I touch it, he whines. A 
closer look reveals the edge of some small sores from where it has 
chaffed him raw. 

   I glance over at Toshier and nod, winking my left eye. He barely 
nods and I put my arm around the drugged canine's waist and gently 
push. He staggers and starts to slowly walk with me. "He is in good 
hands now, your majesties. We will take care of him." Toshier puts an 
arm around as well and I can see his lips pull back in a silent snarl. 
"I'd like to get my hands on Liquoi and feed him a dose of Xiwea." I 
just nod.

   Xiwea saps the will, makes the being like a puppet, easily 
controlled. Some of the lords and such here will use it on their slaves 
to keep them in line. Ijar and Kireeh are among a few nobles who have 
decided to not use it on their slaves. In the past, it was used a lot 
when slaves were hunted. You know all those people who just seemed to 
vanish with no trace? They ended up here as slaves. 

   Seqain caught me when I was out hiking about a year back and I was 
able to escape after about four months. That sled, I learned, could 
also travel through time as well as dimensions so I was able to go back 
to a day after I was caught. Since then, I had been doing some training 
to be ready as a precaution. But he never did play fair and used high 
tech weaponry to catch his prey. Namely me.

   We arrive at the empty infirmary and get the canine to sit on the 
table. I undo the gag, slipping it off the canine. He whimpers, it was 
done up tighter than it should have been. Next the shackles come off 
and I rub his paws gently to get the circulation back, examining them. 
Toshier comes over with a glass of a pale red liquid and coaxes the dog 
to drink it. I get a pair of power cutters from a drawer and carefully 
remove the collar. A yelp escapes the canine as I do this and toss the 
thing in a bin for later examination.

   From the look of the sores, he's had them for quite a while. I look 
at my hands and see they are dirty from his fur. Toshier sees this and 
taps the gold star on the front of his tunic. "Akire, Roken. Run a bath 
for our new guest. And get some hot food ready as well." A confirmation 
comes back and the two of us help the canine up. I slip the kilt off 
him and together we gently coax him into a door off to one side that 
leads to the baths. 

   Once there, I slip my clothes off and get in the one steaming tub 
and help ease the canine in. He whines, then sighs as the hot water 
soaks through his fur. I grab a handful of the soap gel and gently 
start to lather him up. He whimpers again as I feel some welts under 
his fur and curse under my breath as to what I would do to Liquoi. 
Toshier sits down on the side of the tub and starts to lather up the 
canine's head and shoulders.

   He is looking more alert and must think this is heaven, having two 
beings care for him. We end up lathering him twice to get his fur 
clean, then some conditioner. Working together, we ease him out and dry 
him, then wrap him in a long robe. I dry off and put my clothes back 
on. We move him back to the infirmary and I tend the sores on his neck 
while Toshier hands him the tray with a bowl of soup and some bread on 
it. I finish by winding a soft bandage around his neck, the food having 
vanished in nothing flat.

   Toshier takes the tray away and the dog looks like he wants more. 
"Don't worry, you can have more to eat later. You need to rest now." he 
focuses on me and his eyes look much brighter.

   "Where am I? Who are you?" his voice is a bit hoarse. He clutches 
the robe tight to him, as if afraid it would be taken from him. 

    "You are in the castle of King Ijar and Queen Kireeh, rulers of 
Uipk, largest continent on the planet Yuled. As for me, my name is 
David, assistant slave master. He," I point to the lupren. "Is Toshier, 
slave master. Who are you?" I kneel down by his digitagrade feet and 
gently start to inspect his pads.

   He visibly relaxes when hears where he is. "My name is Garren." He 
squirms slightly as I check his pads over and he looks around somemore. 
"I barely remember coming here."

   "Not surprising." Toshier come over with a medical scanner and plays 
it over his head and body. "Xiwea tends to interfere with memory and 
cognitive thought, as well as making you a slave." He reads the display 
and heads for a cabinet, coming back with an injector and goes to press 
it to the canine's neck. Garren shies away from it. "Relax, it's just a 
vitamin supplement and something to help you get over that drug. You 
are a bit under nourished." He nods and holds still so the lupren can 
give him the injection. "There. Now you should get some rest. And there 
will be more food once you wake up."

   "Whu.." Garren says, his eyelids drooping slightly.

   "I also gave you a very mild sedative so you could sleep. Don't 
worry. You are in very good hands here." the canine smiles and Toshier 
and I move him to the slave quarters. 

   Basically, just a big room with sleeping pallets, like futons, in it 
and a floor locker to hold a few belongings in at the foot. A male 
otter, nude, looks up from getting his clothes on and smiles. He runs 
over, giving me a hug, chirping happily. "David! What brings you back 
to our happy little corner of the cosmos?"

   I have to smile as I hold the otter. "A certain stubborn prince." 

   A barking laugh escapes him. "Seqain still thinks you're the 
Lorack?" I just nod. Tyree smiles, whiskers quivering. "He has a lot to 
learn yet. I have to go. Talk to you later?"

   "Definitely Tyree. Now go, don't want you getting in trouble with 
the slave master." The otter smiles' lifting his head to give me a wet 
kiss on the cheek, then goes and pulls his shorts and vest on before 
heading out. Toshier has moved Garren over to an empty pallet and 
slipped his robe off. I help get him in and he just sighs at feeling 
clean sheets and a warm blanket around him. In no time at all, he's 
sound asleep. "I'll watch him for a while, Toshier."

   Smiling, the lupren nods and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'll send 
someone by to spell you off in a while."

   "Okay, Toshier. Meet you later." he heads out. I get one of the form 
cushions from the storage closet and settle down beside Garren, 
watching him as he sleeps. Relaxing, I close my eyes and focus. As 
always, I feel a spot develop on my forehead when I do this. I focus on 
Garren and can feel he is still a bit scared, but calming down. 

   'I see you are here again.' A warm voice says in my head. 

   'Yes, my lady.' I reply.

   'Our new guest seems to be settling in nicely. I know you will take 
care if him.' 

   'That I will, my lady. That I will.' A light sound like laughter 
comes to me and the voice fades from my mind. Like always, I have no 
idea who the voice belongs to or how I can hear her, and I'm guessing 
it is a female. But it was comforting, even if it scared me a bit at 
first, thinking it was a side effect of what I had been shot with. I 
relax my focus and the feeling fades from my head. Gazing at Garren, I 
wonder what he did to be treated like he was, but that can wait. I 
relax and before I realize it, drift off into a light doze.

   A gently shaking wakes me and I gaze into a red and white furred fox 
face. "Are you okay, David?" the vixen asks.

   I yawn and blink a few times. "I'm fine... Janna." She smiles at me.

   "That's good. Toshier sent me to take over watching our new guest." 

   Getting up, I stretch and feel no pain from my back. "He will likely 
be hungry so have something ready." She nods and strokes one of her 
black furred paws over my cheek. Thinking of something, I stop by the 
infirmary and give the collar a once over. A remotely operated 
mechanism makes it contract and small metal studs line the inside. 
"Figures Liquoi would still use an old choke collar." I make a note on 
a pad, then put the collar into a secure lock box. Ensuring that if 
there were something I missed, it wouldn't cause any damage. Hopefully.

   Leaving the infirmary, I re-enter the slave quarters and head for a 
door at the opposite side of the room. I rap softly on the door and get 
a reply to enter. Toshier's room is a fair size, with a larger version 
of the sleeping pallet on the floor and the usual stuff you would find 
in a bedroom. He is there, sitting on a padded stool, nude, oiling his 
pelt. He turns to me. "How's Garren?" he runs the oil brush down his 
chest, making his fur gleam.

   I walk over. "He's sleeping, but I think he will be OK." I take the 
brush and keep brushing, working the oil in to the roots.

   The lupren growls in pleasure. "That’s good," he says softly. I keep 
going and he stands so I can do the rest of him. Toshier moans softly 
and I brush his stomach and move lower, running the brush very lightly 
over his sheath and balls. His legs are next, and then I go around to 
his back. I always hate that he has no tail, it would make his rump 
even more perfect. I give in and hold the handle of the brush in my 
teeth so I can maul his butt with both hands, feeling iron hard muscles 
under his soft fur. 

   That makes him growl and his scent glands kick in, filling the room 
with his musk. I growl now and rub myself against his backside, 
reaching around to stroke his front. "You always could bring out the 
beast in me. Finish up." I reluctantly let go and finish brushing his 
ass and back of his legs. He turns quickly and grabs me, holding me 
tight. I hug him back and breath in his scent, it sends tingles through 
me and they congregate at my groin, making me hard.

   He feels this and his own member slowly emerges from his sheath, 
sliding up the front of my tunic. I pull back, then lower down to 
suckle on the tip. Toshier growls and pushes up, forcing more of his 
cock into my mouth. I keep suckling, tasting the salty/sweet pre as I 
pull my own clothing off. My head is pulled, pre spattering me as it 
jets from the deep red maleness. 

   Toshier grabs me and lead me over to the bed, pushing me down on it. 
He soon follows, rubbing his body against me, marking me with his 
scent. I rub back, my cock jousting with his as pre covers our bellies. 
He licks my face, then kisses me hungrily. I return the kiss and growl 
softly, reaching up to rub his ears. This makes him growl more and he 
starts to hump against my pre slick belly, making me need him even 
more. I whimper, lick his nose and lift my head, signaling my 
submission. 

   He rolls onto his back, his cock flopping onto his belly. At 9 
inches long and 2 inches across, he is average by lupren standards. I 
only wish I was that well endowed. He grabs a tube from the dresser and 
hands it to me. I open it and start to spread the gel over his member, 
getting him ready. He growls and pre mixes with the lubricant as I 
gently run my hands over him. I work some in and loosen myself up. He 
takes the tube from me and I move over to straddle his hips, lifting 
his cock up so it nestles against me, feeling some pre squirt over and 
into my butt.

   Shifting, I start to push back and groan as he enters me, stretching 
me. I stop as the head slips in, liquid heat squirting into my bowels. 
Toshier give me a kiss, then starts to push on me, forcing more of his 
tool into me. I pant as I feel my body stretching to accommodate him, 
tingles of pain racing over me. Toshier just growls and run his hands 
over my front, stroking my cock and encouraging me to relax. That does 
the job and I'm soon settled onto his lap, the pain fading as his 
sheath presses tight to my anus. We stay still, him stroking me as I 
let myself get used his cock being inside me once again. Soon, warmth 
is filling me and I squeeze him, earning a guttural growl.

   "Don't tease me! It's been way too long!" he growls, grabbing my 
cock and stroking it. I start to rock; feeling his cock hit nerves that 
send sparks over my body. Toshier puts his six fingered hands my hips 
and starts to lift and lower me on him. Moaning and closing my eyes. I 
feel the veined length brush over my prostate. I open them and lean 
down to kiss him, licking his mouth. He snaps and catches my tongue in 
his fangs, holding it. I whimper and tears come to my eyes from the 
pain. He starts to mate me faster and harder, bouncing me in his lap, 
causing my own cock to strike his belly. 

   I can see the lust in his eyes as he gets close and flips us over, 
releasing my tongue as he does so. He growls lustily as he holds my 
legs and then really starts into thrusting, plowing that lance of his 
deep inside me. His balls' wetly slapping my ass from the pre that has 
leaked out of me. The veins and ridges on his member are playing an 
erotic tune on my tunnel and prostate, my steadily leaking cock 
drooling over my stomach. My fists are clenched white knuckle tight in 
the bedding, my mind and body reeling from the animalistic way he is 
mating me, making me his.

   A yell escapes me as my balls suddenly ignite, my seed hitting my 
face and chest. Toshier howls in pure ecstasy as I feel the ridges get 
bigger and lock him inside me, his cum jetting into me. He growls now 
and does short thrusts, the ridges on his cock sending signals over my 
hyperstimuated rectum that make me see sparks of light and I pass out, 
still hearing his vocalizations.

   Consciousness returns slowly, a heavy breathing the first thing I 
hear and the thick scent of sex my first smell. I open my eyes and see 
blackness, but realize Toshier is laying over me, panting hard. A 
throbbing inside me means he is still locked and I shift, feeling his 
member tug on me. A soft growl escapes reaches my ears and he grabs me, 
claws pricking my skin.

   Teeth graze my neck, then hot breath followed by a wet tongue 
flicking across my skin. Reaching up, I start to stroke his head and 
ears, a soft whine escaping him. Moving together, we shift slowly so my 
back is to his front, his cock still locked in me and will be for a few 
more minutes. The feel of those ridges rubbing sends me into a 
shivering fit, making him pull me close.

   "Mmm. You still have a nice tight ass." Toshier whispers in my ear, 
licking it. "Maybe I should ask Roken and Akire to come in and help you 
loosen up." He teases. 

   "And I'll still have a tight ass." I reply, smiling. He chuckles and 
cuddles me close to him. Time passes pleasantly for us, me stroking his 
arm and him nipping and nuzzling my ear and neck. I groan as I feel him 
slip from me and I roll onto my stomach, clenching myself tight, then 
get up and race for his private bath. 

    I come back, finding him in the same position and lay back down, 
moving so his front is against my back once again. A soft moan escapes 
him and he puts his arm back around my waist. "I'm really glad you are 
back, David. Missed you." He says sleepily, resting his muzzle along 
side my neck. 

   "Missed you too, Toshier." I stroke his forearm. He pulls me close 
to him and we both settle down, sleep quickly over taking us.

   End, part 2.

   Okay. I would imagine some of you want to kill me for the flash back 
thing I have adopted in my writing, but with this one I won't be 
flicking between the past and present. Part 3 will be a continuation of 
the scene I have left above. I have New Life to work on, and a few 
other things I have simmering on the back burner I should get to before 
they burn, so I have no idea when part 3 will be coming out. 

   Wish me luck and if any of you want to be writer, just write. Never 
be afraid of it being bad, just learn from it and try better on your 
next one. And if it doesn't read right or it starts to drive you crazy, 
stop, put it away for a few days, then go back to it. A good friend 
told me that and it does help. Good luck to everyone.
   
   Sincerely,
   Dream Tiger