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This is a relatively recent story, compared with the last (or first- Adoration, Complication). I just finished writing this a few days ago after a long haitus away from writing stories. Mostly from writing anything I posted on the internet.

This story (as put by my brutally honest husband), is much in the vein of what I usually do- good ol erotic stories. I love the story, and I can't wait until my readers read through my book, as all of these stories tie into my main story.

For the time being, enjoy the read! Let me know what you think, it feeds my inspiration for future stories, and improves my writing skills. <3

Setting, Characters and Story are (c) Sanura Mosi", "writing": "The Deflowering of Jahk's Kindness\n\nby Sanura Mosi\n\n Jahk grinned at the farmer’s familiar, and very bad, jokes about horseshoes as he cooled the shoes for his horse. Occasionally, he fancied the farmer destroyed his big draft horse’s shoes sometimes, just to come in and tell him jokes. The badger was lonely after his wife had died years ago, so he was too polite to say so. Besides, he was good business either way, and his mentor would kill him if he offended a client. Well, not literally, but he’d wish he was dead after all the guilt he’d lay on him.\n His face sobered at the memories of all the guilt trips Martin had laid on him over the years to get him to do something. A lesser wolf wouldn’t take something like that, but Martin was right, he owed him quite a bit. After all, he’d heard stories of much worse from some of the other orphans from The Orphanage outside Deepforest. Particularly some males who’d been “adopted” by a rich otter who lived a couple miles outside of town. His jaw twitched as he remembered the young fox who’d killed himself a year ago he didn’t like to remember what went on in that house.\n George looked concerned and he realized he was scowling at the last horseshoe in the middle of the shop, and grinned sheepishly and told him he’d been doing too many horseshoes lately. Must be getting to him.\n George laughed amiably, and stepped just out of his way as he walked over to the faithful old draft horse and reshoed his last hoof. \n “Jahk!” The familiar bellow came from the direction of the shop’s connection to Martin’s house. Martin didn’t blacksmith at all these days- he had a bad back for years now ever since an incident shortly before he brought Jahk on as an apprentice. He was just washing his hands in the water barrel when Martin materialized in the doorway. \n Martin smiled a welcoming, shop-keepers smile at George. “Oh, hi George! I didn’t know you’d dropped by today.” He waddled out of the doorway, he heavily furred, and gone-soft bison’s body only got in his way these days. Martin, not only had a bad back, but with his lack of activity his body was aging rapidly as well. \n He made his painful way over to Jahk, and George solicitously hurried forward to help him across the shop. Were it anyone but a customer, Martin would have barked him back, stubborn and still independent, but he gritted his teeth and let the badger help him over.\n Jahk dried his hands and resisted the urge to brush George aside and help the old bison himself. George was showing his age, and he was more of a burden then a help, but he knew his offer would only make Martin more uncomfortable.\n As it was, he met them halfway. “What was it you wanted, sir? I’ve just finished with George’s shoes.”\n The formal greeting seemed to please the old man, so it was reluctantly that he relayed his message. “Katherine is here to see you. I left her at the front door of the house so you could clean yourself up before you went to see her.”\n A light he couldn’t prevent lit up his eyes- he could almost feel it happen. Katherine was the love of his life, and his best friend. It was an odd paring, a wolf and a mouse, and most people in town didn’t approve.\n Martin smiled, and waved him along. “Go on! I’ll finish up with George.” And when he didn’t move, looking in sceptical concern at George and Martin. He ordered sternly, impatient. “Go! Now!”\n Jahk made sure to hide his amused smile until he turned away and jogged into the house. As it was he chuckled happily as he made his short way to the front door. Any easy way to get himself ordered away was to question Martin’s ability to do something. He figures he’s bought himself about a half an hour or more. He remembers at the last minute to take off his heavy scorched apron and smooth the fur on his head and face before he opens the door, then all thoughts of anything but a certain mouse disappeared.\n She turns at the sound of the door opening and the other fact of his life is apparent, she smiles at him fondly and holds out her hand formally to be kissed. She doesn’t see him as anything other than a nice friend. “Jahk!”\n It kills him to be treated so formally by her, but he takes it because he fears losing her more than he hates his situation. “Hello Kitty Kat.” He kisses the back of her hand and grins merrily back when she wrinkles her nose at the name.\n “Please, Jahk. I was planning on being nice to you today.” \n Jahk laughs deeply before stepping out of the house to walk with her down the main street. He, as many (and much more rich) gentlemen before him, presents his arm and takes a small delight in the feel of her tiny hand on his much larger arm. They’re quiet, enjoying the cool breeze of the day, and he ponders, not for the first time or the last, at how odd they looked together. A small mouse (she was small even for her race), and a large, heavily muscled wolf. Jahk wasn’t large for his race of brown wolves, but he wasn’t small either so he dwarfed her in size.\n He smiles back as a few older vixens pass and smile fondly at them. A few older ladies in town loved the romantic picture they painted, particularly how gentle he was with her.\n “I need you to help me get to the market early tomorrow.”\n This brought him out of his revery fast, and he looked down at her in surprised curiosity. “By when?” And Why? Was his unspoken question.\n She answered both questions probably without meaning to. “I need to get to the market by sunrise before the Gypsies get there.”\n He was glad she wasn’t looking at him when she responded, but looking along the main stretch of road. His face immediately darkened at the mention of the Gypsies. This was one point they couldn’t agree on, not that Kat would see that. She had always had a preoccupied admiration for the Gypsies. Not a standard one either, she’d even gone so far as to tell him how beautiful the males were and how dexterous they looked when they’d seen them one morning.\n Somehow she always missed the looks of pain and frustration on his face.\n Now if appears she wanted to sneak out of the house to see them at the market. He cared about her too much to force the subject on their relationship, but he hated how she didn’t see them for what they were- normal people. She’d put them on a pedestal as a child and she’d never grown out of it.\n She was expecting an answer to her demand, so she looked up at him to find him smiling down at her, having recovered just in time.\n “Sure.” He was glad she didn’t pay enough attention to notice he was trying not to grit his teeth. “Meet me outside your parent’s house before dawn and I’ll help you.”\n He thought he saw her smile in satisfaction, but when he tilted his head to look closer she gave him her usual innocent smile. He smiled back and mentally shook his head, sure he’s imagined it.\n They walked down the street and back up, mainly talking about local goings-on, such as the harvest festival coming up after the Gypsies left town. She was volunteering to help plan it, as usual, and she ran her ideas past him. They were good friends, so he gave his honest opinion, as he usually did, and told her what he thought were good ideas- and what weren’t.\n They got back to the shop, and he said goodbye, aching to kiss her, but had to make due with a wave as he watched her walk back to her parent’s house nearby. They ran a jewellery shop nearby, and so were some of the wealthiest in town. Everyone assumed their daughter would marry someone rich, maybe even with a title with how pretty and delicate she was, but she’d yet to show interest in anyone. At least in public- in private he was fairly certain she planned on catching a Gypsy’s interest, and she’d probably make her move right in front of him tomorrow morning.\n And he’d help her, because he wanted her to happy. When he got into the house and closed the door, he pounded his rage at this thought into the stone wall near the door, and looked on in almost satisfaction at his blood on the stone. He didn’t dare growl his anger, although he desperately wanted to. He’d clean the spot later, after his work for the day was done.\n He passed Martin in the hall and just nodded a greeting at his inquiries about Katherine’s visit, not acknowledging the older man’s amused knowing smile.\n He grabbed his apron and decided he’d work his frustrations out in the smithy, if that didn’t work, there was always the forest. It used to be frightening to a young pup that had lost his older brother to it, but now it served as his refuge away from prying eyes. Yeah, he’d visit the forest tonight after work… after he cleaned up the wall next to the door.\n \n She fought off the strong urge that night to follow him into the forest. Patience, Kath, patience. You’ll get him soon enough, if he doesn’t do anything after tomorrow morning he’s not really interested.\n She knew he was though, could read his frustration and passion quite easily, especially after growing up with him. She still couldn’t believe he thought she was so blind. She knew all too well, she was just so tired of him treating her like cut glass. Sure she was small, but she was much sturdier than he thought; both inside and out.\n Now the wild animal she’d seen in the forest one cool night- that was what she wanted all to herself. She still blesses the day she decided to find out where he went at night, she didn’t tell him, but she’d gone to see him a few nights and had been told by Martin that he’d gone off somewhere. Curious to see what her mild-mannered friend was up to these evenings, she waited one night and followed him into the forest. What she saw almost literally blew her mind- it certainly blew her perceptions of him out of the water. Him being nude would have been enough at that young age (he was also young at only 18, but with his constant work at the forge, his muscular body was mouth-watering, if a bit frightening. Not because of his usual manner, but because he let himself go wild in the forest, he destroyed mature trees, raced with lightening speed through the forest, and hunted. She’d stayed in her hiding spot still and more than a little frightened near the end, when he lay panting and exhausted, clothed in nothing than his bare fur and blood from various cuts and abrasions from his rampage. She’d only been able to move a few minutes after he left, realizing what could happen to her alone in the forest at night, then she’d hurriedly followed him out to the town. \n She had lain awake in her room all night that night thinking about it. She’d gone over the years of knowing him and after a few hours of agonizing, suddenly saw the signs.\n Her mild-mannered wolf had a wild, passionate side. She also began to realize, over the next few months, he was doing it because of her some nights. This had shaken her even more than witnessing it herself the first time. It made her realize, she felt the same way about him.\n It was then she’d realized something she could wager her life that he thought she was still oblivious to. The passionate something she’d been looking to the Gypsies for, thinking no one she knew felt the same way as her, was right in front of her the whole time. She’d idolized them since she was a child, and had never believed the bad names they had amongst the town folk. \n Most of this was due to the fact that, after the midwife hadn’t been able to help her struggling mother trying to have her younger brother, her father had gone in secret to the Gypsies. One of their healers had come immediately, and had not only been able to save her mother’s life, but her little brother’s as well. She’d been there that night, and had been amazed to hear the Gypsy had refused the large sum of money her father had offered in payment. She knew the midwife hadn’t refused the large sum of money she hadn’t earned.\n The gypsy woman had even risked much to come back before they moved on to another city to check up on the mother and child.\n After that, the entirety of her family didn’t believe anything the townspeople said about the Gypsies. They knew otherwise. Later, when she was older (and the townspeople had almost made another awful mistake by wrongfully accusing another Gypsy), she’d told Katherine about the camp’s response to their urgent news. When her father had arrived on a horse, thundering up to their guards, he’d been in tears, as the midwife had claimed his wife was going to die and not only was she going to take their tiny child with them, but there was nothing anyone could do about it.\n The Gypsies had reacted with amazing speed and sympathy, he learned on the way back to town, that among the Gypsies, children were prized above all else. They were treated fairly, but their welfare was fiercely important. The Gypsy woman had come without a moment’s hesitation with a strange, highly upset mouse to save his wife’s life and that of his child. \n Now she was going to do something that was probably amazingly stupid. She was going to venture to the Gypsy camp at night, on her own. The only way forward was to talk one of the Gypsy males into helping her make Jahk jealous enough to make a move. She had a feeling they’d help her, probably enjoying the romantic notion, but she had to go to them to ask. They didn’t venture into town often- even now that it wasn’t illegal to do so; they were reluctant to face the townspeople who were not very forgiving, even when they were wrong. \n She would be using her own smaller, faster horse to go there; she knew she would be safest going that way, since horses were pretty rare in these parts. She was still reasonably leery of the Bandit Zone, but she was certain she could avoid most anything on foot long enough to get to the safety of the Gypsy camp.\n If anyone she knew, knew she was doing this, they’d not only try to talk her out of it, they’d be in too much shock to say anything at first. She paused and looked her horse, Gypsy, in the eyes. She smiled and reached up to stroke his muzzle. “It’ll probably be boring, there’s nothing to worry about.”\n Gypsy didn’t look convinced, but she ignored that as she took a deep breath and mounted. She arranged her dark, deeply hooded cape around her, and then nudged Gypsy forward into a run.\n\n Jahk lifted his muzzle from his recent kill to a high, piercing scream. His instinctual brain took a moment to realize it was a person and not an animal that had made it. He didn’t hesitate the moment he heard it, but sped off in the direction of the scream, nude and full of adrenaline. \n When he heard a second scream he went to all fours for more speed. The screams were coming from the main road outside of town to the river shore, and that could only mean one thing- bandits.\n He was vaguely aware of shouts coming from another direction, but they were far off, much too far off to help him, as he sensed more than saw that he was very close to the road now. \n He came with such speed to the road that he came to a skidding, dexterous stop in the middle of the road. What he saw, as soon as the road came into view, was a wolf- a grey wolf- standing over a small figure clothed in a dark cape with a dagger in hand and a snarl of pleasure on his face.\n It wasn’t until the other wolf turned to see what had come crashing into the road, that Jahk saw the figures face- it was his own Katherine.\n Everything turned cold at that point, and he realized a lightly coloured, large figure merely feet away from Kat was her horse Gypsy, with its throat slit. Somehow this angered him more, and he growled low in his throat, instinctually taking a threatening, aggressive posture unique to wolf society.\n One of the bandits mistakes was grinning in amusement, the second was turning back to continue what he’d been planning for Katherine. “You can’t have her, I saw her first.”\n The grey wolf probably never realized what had hit him, but Katherine definitely did. Jahk raced over in what appeared to be two huge leaping bounds, and tore the wolf right off of her, his muzzle around the other wolf’s throat already in midair.\n As he hit the ground with the bandit underneath him, he felt the bandit struggle helplessly against the powerful jaws at his throat. Jahk was not only well built from hours of daily smithy work, but he was also riding a wave of adrenaline, so when the bandit stabbed him in the side, it did little more than make the animal that was Jahk growl aggressively, and squeeze hard enough to snap his neck, killing him instantly. \n Jahk rose from his kill to slowly face the approaching footsteps, and returned to Katherine. He was standing over her protectively, mixed blood all over his muzzle, nude, and still highly aggressive when the small party of Gypsy guards appeared around a nearby corner.\n Katherine was shaking behind him, he could feel it in his heightened state, smell her fear. The gypsies never hesitated, but spread out and immediately went on high alert drawing their daggers and slowly closing a circle around him.\n Jahk, his mind full of adrenaline and aggression, crouched and growled low in his throat, his head moving from side to side as he eyed his opponents.\n It was Katherine that prevented the oncoming bloodbath. She rushed forward and took a mighty chance, by placing herself close to Jahk, right in front of him.\n “No!” Her first shout, weak due to the fear in her throat, didn’t have enough impact, it made some of the gypsies pause, but Jahk merely growled at them again. “Stop!” This one was strong and loud, and they did as she asked.\n She was still shaking, and she was starting to cry, but she forced the words through. “He just saved my life.” With that, she gave in to her fear, and collapsed, sobbing in front of her nude, bloody and bleeding childhood friend.\n One gypsy she recognized looked past the two of them and saw the dead body of the other wolf behind him, and the horse beyond that, and held up his hand to the others. “Put your daggers away! Mrinsh! Hurry back to the camp and get Hiersa ready. She’ll be needed in a few minutes. The rest of you will be needed to help lift the body.”\n Jahk was vaguely aware of Katherine’s head shooting up and looking back at him, but his red vision was quickly fading to grey, and he was trying very hard to stay standing, finally his fight dwindled to not falling on top of her fragile body. He barely won that battle as he passed out from the deadly combination of the adrenaline rush and blood loss.\n \n Katherine was in a terror-induced daze for the next hour before she finally came out of it in a beautiful, soothing mongoose’s tent at the camp. The female mongoose was incredibly caring; she held Katherine the entire time after the males took her back to the camp with them. It was actually the fact that she recognized the mongoose’s face that started to bring her out of her shock.\n Katherine, after staring at the patient woman for a few minutes, finally spoke softly. “You’re mother was the healer who saved my mother’s life, wasn’t she?”\n She smiled, her face lighting up as she hugged Katherine to her with one arm, then let her go, getting up to get her some water. “Yes, she was. She still sneaks into town to visit your mother occasionally. We’ve tried to talk her out of it, but she doesn’t listen to any of us.” She turned and handed Katherine a clay cup of water with beautiful glazing on the outside.\n She drank deeply, and with her thirst taken care of, and her mind clearer, she looked over at the healer’s daughter, her face full of a different fear.\n “Is… Is Jahk dead?”\n She laughed. “Of course he isn’t, he just passed out. Heirsa’s taking care of him right now, actually. He’ll be weak, but he’ll be fine when he wakes up.”\n She relaxed a bit, and then buried her head in her hands as a realization hit her. “I almost got Jahk killed. I’m so stupid! I can’t believe I thought nothing would happen.” She looked up at the other woman. “I never asked your name.”\n She smiled warmly and stroked the small mouse’s cheek soothingly. “My name is Nanvi. You don’t have to apologize for anything, least of all what you did.” She chuckled and looked at the entrance of the tent as if looking beyond it. “I don’t think you’ll find many gypsies who don’t have a similar story. All the women admire what you did, and to be honest, those of us who have seen Jahk, know why.”\n Katherine blushed and giggled. “He’s pretty magnificent isn’t he?”\n Nanvi just gave her a look back. “Gunari says he’s got a good story for the married ones later, and I certainly bless that I’m one of them. I’m anxious to hear the whole story.” She levelled a serious look on Katherine as she continued. “But you have to tell that man how you feel. All of it. Tricking your mate is never a good start to a relationship.” She saw her doubtful expression and smiled. “Trust me, you’ll love the results.”\n Just then, the Mongoose she was almost certain was named Gunari peeked his head through the tent opening with a grin on his face. “He’s close to waking up, so we should probably get her in there now if you hope to keep Heirsa’s tent in one piece.” His eyes sparkled merrily and he ducked back out before Nanvi was able to throw back a response that matched her flat, doubtful expression.\n She looked back at Katherine and grinned soon after his head had disappeared. “He’s right though, you should be there when he wakes up.” She stood and motioned for Katherine to follow. “Come; let’s go see this man of yours.”\n Katherine was about to say that he wasn’t hers yet, but she stopped when she realized he’d been hers since they’d met as children. She was smiling at this thought when she stepped into Jahk’s tent. \n Her smile was wiped clean when she realizes they hadn’t bother clothing him as she’d assumed they would. He was draped with a blanket for some sort of modesty, but other than that he was bare except the bandage on his ribs; he’d even been meticulously cleaned of all the blood on him. As she watched he started to stir and she wasn’t aware of Nanvi leaving the tent at all as she moved slowly forward.\n She reached forward and touched the fur around his bandage, remembering the dagger plunging into his side, and was startled when she felt his hand cover hers. Her head shot up and she met his fully awake eyes, his expression unreadable.\n She tried to take her hand back, but was surprised when he held it in a gentle, but unbreakable grip. She bit her lip as she looked away, at once for a loss of words.\n “Why did you come to the gypsy camp?”\n His voice was low and firm. She looked back to him, trying to read his feelings and failing. \n “I came to ask one of the gypsy men to help me… make you jealous.”\n She wasn’t certain what he’d been expecting her to say, but this definitely wasn’t it. “Why would you do that?” He was looking at her closely now, almost painfully serene now that his violent rush was over.\n She tried to get her hand back again in a hard tug, but he wouldn’t give it back to her. She responded in a stubborn, defensive tone. “Because you’re always too damn nice.” She looked up at him, her feelings in her eyes. “You treat me like cut glass, and after… after what I’ve seen that’s not what I want.”\n Her slip caught his rapt attention and he sat up, oblivious or uncaring of the way it made the blanket slip dangerously low. He used his grip on her hand to pull her closer and he took her shin in his other hand, looking closely into her eyes. “After what?”\n “After seeing you in the forest.” She stood looking at him defiantly, stubbornly not wanting to admit what she’d come here to tell him. Then it came out in a rush. “I can’t take your kindness when I know how you really are. You take so much abuse from everyone, including me. I’m starting to think that’s what you were really like, not the wild, passionate thing I watched deep inside the forest.”\n Her short passionate, disparaging speech seemed to snap something, and he dropped her hand, taking her head in his hands and kissing her deeply, passionately, and roughly. He let go of her suddenly, leaving her to stumble back and steady herself on one of the tent poles.\n She stared at him in shock, touching her lips with hand. He was looking at her with that predatory, watchful expression, and she suddenly grinned and ran the few steps to the bed and leapt on top of him.\n She grabbed his longer chest fur and used it as leverage to pull him to her and kiss him with an equal fierceness. Just like that, his hands seemed to be everywhere, and she revelled in it as he tore her clothes off and laid her underneath him. He broke the kiss finally to give her a sexy grin and kiss and nip his way down her body to her small breasts, which he lavished before grabbing hold of her squirming body and without any pretence, shoved his muzzle into her short white thatch surrounding her nether lips. He played there with fingers and tongue until she started to scream at the pleasure, and she was clawing at his hands and forearms, drawing blood through his thick fur in some places.\n He was panting and wild with the strain of his agonizingly hard shaft as he looked down at her. He was driven almost to the brink when he saw that her eyes were just as wild, and when she ordered roughly. “Now!” He didn’t hesitate, but drove it into her.\n He stilled as he entered her, waiting for her to scream from the strain and painful entry, but she used her grip on the fur of his sides to start moving against him, her face the very picture of pleasure.\n It occurred to him briefly that he had some questions for her before he was lost in the haze of thrusting in and out of her, holding them both up with one arm, as he used the other to hold her up against him.\n After they both finished in a fiery rush a few moments later, he licked and nuzzled her neck as he felt his knot expand inside of her. \n “I love you.” He whispered against her neck, their bodies plastered together.\n He picked up his head when he heard her sniffle, then felt a sob. He looked at her in concern and was about to ask her what was wrong, when she smiled through the tears and responded.\n “I love you too, so much!” She threw her arms around him and buried her smaller head and muzzle into thick chest fur. He gently turned onto his back and laid with her on top of him, cuddling her to him.\n\n When Hiersa poked her head into his tent a couple hours later, she found them exactly like that. She grinned and tossed over her shoulder to Gunari behind her.\n “You owe me two bottles of wine!” \n Gunari through back his head and laughed. “Good. This is one bet I was more than happy to lose. Now where are you going to sleep tonight?”\n He laughed again when he saw Heirsa’s confused look. “Come with me, I’m sure your daughter can stand some company tonight. Besides, I have a story to tell, and I’m sure everyone’s going to love it.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Deflowering of Jahk's Kindness

by Sanura Mosi

     Jahk grinned at the farmer’s familiar, and very bad, jokes about horseshoes as he cooled the shoes for his horse. Occasionally, he fancied the farmer destroyed his big draft horse’s shoes sometimes, just to come in and tell him jokes. The badger was lonely after his wife had died years ago, so he was too polite to say so. Besides, he was good business either way, and his mentor would kill him if he offended a client. Well, not literally, but he’d wish he was dead after all the guilt he’d lay on him.
     His face sobered at the memories of all the guilt trips Martin had laid on him over the years to get him to do something. A lesser wolf wouldn’t take something like that, but Martin was right, he owed him quite a bit. After all, he’d heard stories of much worse from some of the other orphans from The Orphanage outside Deepforest. Particularly some males who’d been “adopted” by a rich otter who lived a couple miles outside of town. His jaw twitched as he remembered the young fox who’d killed himself a year ago he didn’t like to remember what went on in that house.
     George looked concerned and he realized he was scowling at the last horseshoe in the middle of the shop, and grinned sheepishly and told him he’d been doing too many horseshoes lately. Must be getting to him.
     George laughed amiably, and stepped just out of his way as he walked over to the faithful old draft horse and reshoed his last hoof.
     “Jahk!” The familiar bellow came from the direction of the shop’s connection to Martin’s house. Martin didn’t blacksmith at all these days- he had a bad back for years now ever since an incident shortly before he brought Jahk on as an apprentice. He was just washing his hands in the water barrel when Martin materialized in the doorway.
     Martin smiled a welcoming, shop-keepers smile at George. “Oh, hi George! I didn’t know you’d dropped by today.” He waddled out of the doorway, he heavily furred, and gone-soft bison’s body only got in his way these days. Martin, not only had a bad back, but with his lack of activity his body was aging rapidly as well.
      He made his painful way over to Jahk, and George solicitously hurried forward to help him across the shop. Were it anyone but a customer, Martin would have barked him back, stubborn and still independent, but he gritted his teeth and let the badger help him over.
     Jahk dried his hands and resisted the urge to brush George aside and help the old bison himself. George was showing his age, and he was more of a burden then a help, but he knew his offer would only make Martin more uncomfortable.
     As it was, he met them halfway. “What was it you wanted, sir? I’ve just finished with George’s shoes.”
     The formal greeting seemed to please the old man, so it was reluctantly that he relayed his message. “Katherine is here to see you. I left her at the front door of the house so you could clean yourself up before you went to see her.”
     A light he couldn’t prevent lit up his eyes- he could almost feel it happen. Katherine was the love of his life, and his best friend. It was an odd paring, a wolf and a mouse, and most people in town didn’t approve.
     Martin smiled, and waved him along. “Go on! I’ll finish up with George.” And when he didn’t move, looking in sceptical concern at George and Martin. He ordered sternly, impatient. “Go! Now!”
     Jahk made sure to hide his amused smile until he turned away and jogged into the house. As it was he chuckled happily as he made his short way to the front door. Any easy way to get himself ordered away was to question Martin’s ability to do something. He figures he’s bought himself about a half an hour or more. He remembers at the last minute to take off his heavy scorched apron and smooth the fur on his head and face before he opens the door, then all thoughts of anything but a certain mouse disappeared.
     She turns at the sound of the door opening and the other fact of his life is apparent, she smiles at him fondly and holds out her hand formally to be kissed. She doesn’t see him as anything other than a nice friend. “Jahk!”
     It kills him to be treated so formally by her, but he takes it because he fears losing her more than he hates his situation. “Hello Kitty Kat.” He kisses the back of her hand and grins merrily back when she wrinkles her nose at the name.
     “Please, Jahk. I was planning on being nice to you today.”
     Jahk laughs deeply before stepping out of the house to walk with her down the main street. He, as many (and much more rich) gentlemen before him, presents his arm and takes a small delight in the feel of her tiny hand on his much larger arm. They’re quiet, enjoying the cool breeze of the day, and he ponders, not for the first time or the last, at how odd they looked together. A small mouse (she was small even for her race), and a large, heavily muscled wolf. Jahk wasn’t large for his race of brown wolves, but he wasn’t small either so he dwarfed her in size.
      He smiles back as a few older vixens pass and smile fondly at them. A few older ladies in town loved the romantic picture they painted, particularly how gentle he was with her.
      “I need you to help me get to the market early tomorrow.”
     This brought him out of his revery fast, and he looked down at her in surprised curiosity. “By when?” And Why? Was his unspoken question.
     She answered both questions probably without meaning to. “I need to get to the market by sunrise before the Gypsies get there.”
     He was glad she wasn’t looking at him when she responded, but looking along the main stretch of road. His face immediately darkened at the mention of the Gypsies. This was one point they couldn’t agree on, not that Kat would see that. She had always had a preoccupied admiration for the Gypsies. Not a standard one either, she’d even gone so far as to tell him how beautiful the males were and how dexterous they looked when they’d seen them one morning.
     Somehow she always missed the looks of pain and frustration on his face.
     Now if appears she wanted to sneak out of the house to see them at the market. He cared about her too much to force the subject on their relationship, but he hated how she didn’t see them for what they were- normal people. She’d put them on a pedestal as a child and she’d never grown out of it.
     She was expecting an answer to her demand, so she looked up at him to find him smiling down at her, having recovered just in time.
     “Sure.” He was glad she didn’t pay enough attention to notice he was trying not to grit his teeth. “Meet me outside your parent’s house before dawn and I’ll help you.”
     He thought he saw her smile in satisfaction, but when he tilted his head to look closer she gave him her usual innocent smile. He smiled back and mentally shook his head, sure he’s imagined it.
     They walked down the street and back up, mainly talking about local goings-on, such as the harvest festival coming up after the Gypsies left town. She was volunteering to help plan it, as usual, and she ran her ideas past him. They were good friends, so he gave his honest opinion, as he usually did, and told her what he thought were good ideas- and what weren’t.
     They got back to the shop, and he said goodbye, aching to kiss her, but had to make due with a wave as he watched her walk back to her parent’s house nearby. They ran a jewellery shop nearby, and so were some of the wealthiest in town. Everyone assumed their daughter would marry someone rich, maybe even with a title with how pretty and delicate she was, but she’d yet to show interest in anyone. At least in public- in private he was fairly certain she planned on catching a Gypsy’s interest, and she’d probably make her move right in front of him tomorrow morning.
      And he’d help her, because he wanted her to happy. When he got into the house and closed the door, he pounded his rage at this thought into the stone wall near the door, and looked on in almost satisfaction at his blood on the stone. He didn’t dare growl his anger, although he desperately wanted to. He’d clean the spot later, after his work for the day was done.
     He passed Martin in the hall and just nodded a greeting at his inquiries about Katherine’s visit, not acknowledging the older man’s amused knowing smile.
     He grabbed his apron and decided he’d work his frustrations out in the smithy, if that didn’t work, there was always the forest. It used to be frightening to a young pup that had lost his older brother to it, but now it served as his refuge away from prying eyes. Yeah, he’d visit the forest tonight after work… after he cleaned up the wall next to the door.
    
     She fought off the strong urge that night to follow him into the forest. Patience, Kath, patience. You’ll get him soon enough, if he doesn’t do anything after tomorrow morning he’s not really interested.
     She knew he was though, could read his frustration and passion quite easily, especially after growing up with him. She still couldn’t believe he thought she was so blind. She knew all too well, she was just so tired of him treating her like cut glass. Sure she was small, but she was much sturdier than he thought; both inside and out.
     Now the wild animal she’d seen in the forest one cool night- that was what she wanted all to herself. She still blesses the day she decided to find out where he went at night, she didn’t tell him, but she’d gone to see him a few nights and had been told by Martin that he’d gone off somewhere. Curious to see what her mild-mannered friend was up to these evenings, she waited one night and followed him into the forest. What she saw almost literally blew her mind- it certainly blew her perceptions of him out of the water. Him being nude would have been enough at that young age (he was also young at only 18, but with his constant work at the forge, his muscular body was mouth-watering, if a bit frightening. Not because of his usual manner, but because he let himself go wild in the forest, he destroyed mature trees, raced with lightening speed through the forest, and hunted. She’d stayed in her hiding spot still and more than a little frightened near the end, when he lay panting and exhausted, clothed in nothing than his bare fur and blood from various cuts and abrasions from his rampage. She’d only been able to move a few minutes after he left, realizing what could happen to her alone in the forest at night, then she’d hurriedly followed him out to the town.
     She had lain awake in her room all night that night thinking about it. She’d gone over the years of knowing him and after a few hours of agonizing, suddenly saw the signs.
     Her mild-mannered wolf had a wild, passionate side. She also began to realize, over the next few months, he was doing it because of her some nights. This had shaken her even more than witnessing it herself the first time. It made her realize, she felt the same way about him.
     It was then she’d realized something she could wager her life that he thought she was still oblivious to. The passionate something she’d been looking to the Gypsies for, thinking no one she knew felt the same way as her, was right in front of her the whole time. She’d idolized them since she was a child, and had never believed the bad names they had amongst the town folk.
     Most of this was due to the fact that, after the midwife hadn’t been able to help her struggling mother trying to have her younger brother, her father had gone in secret to the Gypsies. One of their healers had come immediately, and had not only been able to save her mother’s life, but her little brother’s as well. She’d been there that night, and had been amazed to hear the Gypsy had refused the large sum of money her father had offered in payment. She knew the midwife hadn’t refused the large sum of money she hadn’t earned.
     The gypsy woman had even risked much to come back before they moved on to another city to check up on the mother and child.
     After that, the entirety of her family didn’t believe anything the townspeople said about the Gypsies. They knew otherwise. Later, when she was older (and the townspeople had almost made another awful mistake by wrongfully accusing another Gypsy), she’d told Katherine about the camp’s response to their urgent news. When her father had arrived on a horse, thundering up to their guards, he’d been in tears, as the midwife had claimed his wife was going to die and not only was she going to take their tiny child with them, but there was nothing anyone could do about it.
     The Gypsies had reacted with amazing speed and sympathy, he learned on the way back to town, that among the Gypsies, children were prized above all else. They were treated fairly, but their welfare was fiercely important. The Gypsy woman had come without a moment’s hesitation with a strange, highly upset mouse to save his wife’s life and that of his child.
     Now she was going to do something that was probably amazingly stupid. She was going to venture to the Gypsy camp at night, on her own. The only way forward was to talk one of the Gypsy males into helping her make Jahk jealous enough to make a move. She had a feeling they’d help her, probably enjoying the romantic notion, but she had to go to them to ask. They didn’t venture into town often- even now that it wasn’t illegal to do so; they were reluctant to face the townspeople who were not very forgiving, even when they were wrong.
     She would be using her own smaller, faster horse to go there; she knew she would be safest going that way, since horses were pretty rare in these parts. She was still reasonably leery of the Bandit Zone, but she was certain she could avoid most anything on foot long enough to get to the safety of the Gypsy camp.
     If anyone she knew, knew she was doing this, they’d not only try to talk her out of it, they’d be in too much shock to say anything at first. She paused and looked her horse, Gypsy, in the eyes. She smiled and reached up to stroke his muzzle. “It’ll probably be boring, there’s nothing to worry about.”
     Gypsy didn’t look convinced, but she ignored that as she took a deep breath and mounted. She arranged her dark, deeply hooded cape around her, and then nudged Gypsy forward into a run.

     Jahk lifted his muzzle from his recent kill to a high, piercing scream. His instinctual brain took a moment to realize it was a person and not an animal that had made it. He didn’t hesitate the moment he heard it, but sped off in the direction of the scream, nude and full of adrenaline.
     When he heard a second scream he went to all fours for more speed. The screams were coming from the main road outside of town to the river shore, and that could only mean one thing- bandits.
     He was vaguely aware of shouts coming from another direction, but they were far off, much too far off to help him, as he sensed more than saw that he was very close to the road now.
     He came with such speed to the road that he came to a skidding, dexterous stop in the middle of the road. What he saw, as soon as the road came into view, was a wolf- a grey wolf- standing over a small figure clothed in a dark cape with a dagger in hand and a snarl of pleasure on his face.
     It wasn’t until the other wolf turned to see what had come crashing into the road, that Jahk saw the figures face- it was his own Katherine.
     Everything turned cold at that point, and he realized a lightly coloured, large figure merely feet away from Kat was her horse Gypsy, with its throat slit. Somehow this angered him more, and he growled low in his throat, instinctually taking a threatening, aggressive posture unique to wolf society.
     One of the bandits mistakes was grinning in amusement, the second was turning back to continue what he’d been planning for Katherine. “You can’t have her, I saw her first.”
     The grey wolf probably never realized what had hit him, but Katherine definitely did. Jahk raced over in what appeared to be two huge leaping bounds, and tore the wolf right off of her, his muzzle around the other wolf’s throat already in midair.
    As he hit the ground with the bandit underneath him, he felt the bandit struggle helplessly against the powerful jaws at his throat. Jahk was not only well built from hours of daily smithy work, but he was also riding a wave of adrenaline, so when the bandit stabbed him in the side, it did little more than make the animal that was Jahk growl aggressively, and squeeze hard enough to snap his neck, killing him instantly.
     Jahk rose from his kill to slowly face the approaching footsteps, and returned to Katherine. He was standing over her protectively, mixed blood all over his muzzle, nude, and still highly aggressive when the small party of Gypsy guards appeared around a nearby corner.
     Katherine was shaking behind him, he could feel it in his heightened state, smell her fear. The gypsies never hesitated, but spread out and immediately went on high alert drawing their daggers and slowly closing a circle around him.
     Jahk, his mind full of adrenaline and aggression, crouched and growled low in his throat, his head moving from side to side as he eyed his opponents.
     It was Katherine that prevented the oncoming bloodbath. She rushed forward and took a mighty chance, by placing herself close to Jahk, right in front of him.
     “No!” Her first shout, weak due to the fear in her throat, didn’t have enough impact, it made some of the gypsies pause, but Jahk merely growled at them again. “Stop!” This one was strong and loud, and they did as she asked.
     She was still shaking, and she was starting to cry, but she forced the words through. “He just saved my life.” With that, she gave in to her fear, and collapsed, sobbing in front of her nude, bloody and bleeding childhood friend.
     One gypsy she recognized looked past the two of them and saw the dead body of the other wolf behind him, and the horse beyond that, and held up his hand to the others. “Put your daggers away! Mrinsh! Hurry back to the camp and get Hiersa ready. She’ll be needed in a few minutes. The rest of you will be needed to help lift the body.”
     Jahk was vaguely aware of Katherine’s head shooting up and looking back at him, but his red vision was quickly fading to grey, and he was trying very hard to stay standing, finally his fight dwindled to not falling on top of her fragile body. He barely won that battle as he passed out from the deadly combination of the adrenaline rush and blood loss.
    
     Katherine was in a terror-induced daze for the next hour before she finally came out of it in a beautiful, soothing mongoose’s tent at the camp. The female mongoose was incredibly caring; she held Katherine the entire time after the males took her back to the camp with them. It was actually the fact that she recognized the mongoose’s face that started to bring her out of her shock.
     Katherine, after staring at the patient woman for a few minutes, finally spoke softly. “You’re mother was the healer who saved my mother’s life, wasn’t she?”
     She smiled, her face lighting up as she hugged Katherine to her with one arm, then let her go, getting up to get her some water. “Yes, she was. She still sneaks into town to visit your mother occasionally. We’ve tried to talk her out of it, but she doesn’t listen to any of us.” She turned and handed Katherine a clay cup of water with beautiful glazing on the outside.
     She drank deeply, and with her thirst taken care of, and her mind clearer, she looked over at the healer’s daughter, her face full of a different fear.
     “Is… Is Jahk dead?”
     She laughed. “Of course he isn’t, he just passed out. Heirsa’s taking care of him right now, actually. He’ll be weak, but he’ll be fine when he wakes up.”
     She relaxed a bit, and then buried her head in her hands as a realization hit her. “I almost got Jahk killed. I’m so stupid! I can’t believe I thought nothing would happen.” She looked up at the other woman. “I never asked your name.”
     She smiled warmly and stroked the small mouse’s cheek soothingly. “My name is Nanvi. You don’t have to apologize for anything, least of all what you did.” She chuckled and looked at the entrance of the tent as if looking beyond it. “I don’t think you’ll find many gypsies who don’t have a similar story. All the women admire what you did, and to be honest, those of us who have seen Jahk, know why.”
     Katherine blushed and giggled. “He’s pretty magnificent isn’t he?”
     Nanvi just gave her a look back. “Gunari says he’s got a good story for the married ones later, and I certainly bless that I’m one of them. I’m anxious to hear the whole story.” She levelled a serious look on Katherine as she continued. “But you have to tell that man how you feel. All of it. Tricking your mate is never a good start to a relationship.” She saw her doubtful expression and smiled. “Trust me, you’ll love the results.”
     Just then, the Mongoose she was almost certain was named Gunari peeked his head through the tent opening with a grin on his face. “He’s close to waking up, so we should probably get her in there now if you hope to keep Heirsa’s tent in one piece.” His eyes sparkled merrily and he ducked back out before Nanvi was able to throw back a response that matched her flat, doubtful expression.
     She looked back at Katherine and grinned soon after his head had disappeared. “He’s right though, you should be there when he wakes up.” She stood and motioned for Katherine to follow. “Come; let’s go see this man of yours.”
     Katherine was about to say that he wasn’t hers yet, but she stopped when she realized he’d been hers since they’d met as children. She was smiling at this thought when she stepped into Jahk’s tent.
     Her smile was wiped clean when she realizes they hadn’t bother clothing him as she’d assumed they would. He was draped with a blanket for some sort of modesty, but other than that he was bare except the bandage on his ribs; he’d even been meticulously cleaned of all the blood on him. As she watched he started to stir and she wasn’t aware of Nanvi leaving the tent at all as she moved slowly forward.
     She reached forward and touched the fur around his bandage, remembering the dagger plunging into his side, and was startled when she felt his hand cover hers. Her head shot up and she met his fully awake eyes, his expression unreadable.
     She tried to take her hand back, but was surprised when he held it in a gentle, but unbreakable grip. She bit her lip as she looked away, at once for a loss of words.
     “Why did you come to the gypsy camp?”
     His voice was low and firm. She looked back to him, trying to read his feelings and failing.
     “I came to ask one of the gypsy men to help me… make you jealous.”
     She wasn’t certain what he’d been expecting her to say, but this definitely wasn’t it. “Why would you do that?” He was looking at her closely now, almost painfully serene now that his violent rush was over.
     She tried to get her hand back again in a hard tug, but he wouldn’t give it back to her. She responded in a stubborn, defensive tone. “Because you’re always too damn nice.” She looked up at him, her feelings in her eyes. “You treat me like cut glass, and after… after what I’ve seen that’s not what I want.”
     Her slip caught his rapt attention and he sat up, oblivious or uncaring of the way it made the blanket slip dangerously low. He used his grip on her hand to pull her closer and he took her shin in his other hand, looking closely into her eyes. “After what?”
     “After seeing you in the forest.” She stood looking at him defiantly, stubbornly not wanting to admit what she’d come here to tell him. Then it came out in a rush. “I can’t take your kindness when I know how you really are. You take so much abuse from everyone, including me. I’m starting to think that’s what you were really like, not the wild, passionate thing I watched deep inside the forest.”
     Her short passionate, disparaging speech seemed to snap something, and he dropped her hand, taking her head in his hands and kissing her deeply, passionately, and roughly. He let go of her suddenly, leaving her to stumble back and steady herself on one of the tent poles.
     She stared at him in shock, touching her lips with hand. He was looking at her with that predatory, watchful expression, and she suddenly grinned and ran the few steps to the bed and leapt on top of him.
     She grabbed his longer chest fur and used it as leverage to pull him to her and kiss him with an equal fierceness. Just like that, his hands seemed to be everywhere, and she revelled in it as he tore her clothes off and laid her underneath him. He broke the kiss finally to give her a sexy grin and kiss and nip his way down her body to her small breasts, which he lavished before grabbing hold of her squirming body and without any pretence, shoved his muzzle into her short white thatch surrounding her nether lips. He played there with fingers and tongue until she started to scream at the pleasure, and she was clawing at his hands and forearms, drawing blood through his thick fur in some places.
      He was panting and wild with the strain of his agonizingly hard shaft as he looked down at her. He was driven almost to the brink when he saw that her eyes were just as wild, and when she ordered roughly. “Now!” He didn’t hesitate, but drove it into her.
     He stilled as he entered her, waiting for her to scream from the strain and painful entry, but she used her grip on the fur of his sides to start moving against him, her face the very picture of pleasure.
     It occurred to him briefly that he had some questions for her before he was lost in the haze of thrusting in and out of her, holding them both up with one arm, as he used the other to hold her up against him.
     After they both finished in a fiery rush a few moments later, he licked and nuzzled her neck as he felt his knot expand inside of her.
     “I love you.” He whispered against her neck, their bodies plastered together.
     He picked up his head when he heard her sniffle, then felt a sob. He looked at her in concern and was about to ask her what was wrong, when she smiled through the tears and responded.
     “I love you too, so much!” She threw her arms around him and buried her smaller head and muzzle into thick chest fur. He gently turned onto his back and laid with her on top of him, cuddling her to him.

      When Hiersa poked her head into his tent a couple hours later, she found them exactly like that. She grinned and tossed over her shoulder to Gunari behind her.
     “You owe me two bottles of wine!”
     Gunari through back his head and laughed. “Good. This is one bet I was more than happy to lose. Now where are you going to sleep tonight?”
     He laughed again when he saw Heirsa’s confused look. “Come with me, I’m sure your daughter can stand some company tonight. Besides, I have a story to tell, and I’m sure everyone’s going to love it.”", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Deepforest Setting: The Deflowering of Jahk's Kindness", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "45" }