0 comments/ 48957 views/ 4 favorites The Phaedrah Chronicles Ch. 1 By: Furry Darkpaw Night is falling in the Realms. The evening, though heralding darkness, is colorful. The rosy-purple hues of the sky just beginning to give over to the deeper indigoes and blues of night. Autumn reflects off of the trees that are lit by a small, cozy campfire. The reds, yellows and golds of the leaves winking merrily in the flickering firelight. The camp is occupied by two figures, entwined comfortably in a bedroll by the fire. Their conversation is hushed, endearing, and rising in intensity. The larger of the two figures faces the fire, briefly. The light reveals the strong, regal face of a noblewoman. Her dark hair was wispy, framing a wide brow, piercing gray eyes, and a full, expressive mouth. The severity of her features are set off by her nose; a small, upturned little pug that gives a sense of mischief and adventure to her other, more stern and austere features. "So, you say that I am a creation of magic?" I look at her, nonplussed...this is news to me. I have no recollection of the past three days. And this body is beginning to make me very uncomfortable. "Yes, lil' one...and you will find that this may be to your advantage, in the future." She smiles down at me, her gray eyes glinting with the flames... "And to your disadvantage, as well." With this she smiled faintly and pokes me playfully in the ribs...my (hind leg?) jumps in sympathetic arousal to the rest of me...and that damned tail began to wag again. (Hiatus) I know, I know, ..."WAIT A MINUTE!" you say...Is the same thing that I said when I woke up three days ago from a deep slumber on the soft floor of a forest that I have no recollection of ever seeing before. In a body that is not coherent to the laws of nature... My name is Brian, and I lead (led?) a fairly normal life in the suburbs of Midwestern USA. I work with a small software firm that provides op systems for online Role-Playing and gaming. The most popular of which was my own baby, a program that supported real-time html interaction between "Furry" enthusiasts across the USA. (For those not familiar with the term, a "furry" is usually an anthropomorphic mammal with human characteristics, something that I have always found to be rather erotic.) The action got hot and heavy at times, but the subscribers were always prompt with their payments and the website's popularity was growing... Then I started to RP, myself. It was innocent curiosity, at first. Then I started to form friendships online. Close friendships that impinged upon my real life. I was driving home, I remember that much...after a particularly "sweaty" session in the "Realms". I was thinking of a singular character whose unique charm had captured my imagination. " A golden tigress, riiiight." I chastised myself for my overactive libido. It took just a millisecond, but there was the median in my headlights...my whole world rotated with my POV, a shower of dirt and rocks flying toward me through the shattered windshield of my SUV is the last thing I remember...until now. (rejoin firelight) "How do you figure that?" I flinch away from her touch, growling (growling?) at her. I grab the end of my tail and hold onto it, desperately. Trying to will away it's existence in vain. "This is ridiculous! I'm a man! A human!" The Lady glances down at my buxom, furry form and smiles... "Not from where I'm standing...although I'm not trying to insult you, in the least!" she says, chucking me under my (muzzle?). "But I remember being in another world, entirely!" I say...my ears folding back in annoyance. "And what's with this body, anyway? I am a man, a male...not this, this...puppy-freak!" I glare at her suspiciously, as if she had some obscure part in my predicament. "And don't touch me, that weirds me out..." I turn from her, gazing down at myself. I would have found this form to be a major turn-on if it hadn't been housing my consciousness, at the time. (Imagine a Cocker Spaniel, well mostly spaniel...and cross him with the sexiest woman you can envision...I stand about 5'2" tall and have a large penis and prominent breasts, and a few other juicy bits, too...tadaaah...it sux.) "Silver, or what ever your name is, all I wanna do is get back outta here. I'm not interested in any quests or holy grails...I just wanna get back to being who, and what, I was." Her gaze darkens, slightly. She turns and looks me up-and-down. "My name is Silvermoon, and I would think that you would prefer this form, to the one in your "other world"." "Why is that?" (So I'm naive', gimme a break.) "Because that form lies at the bottom of a stone gorge, the wrecked metal of some sort of mechanical carriage surrounds it. That form is without life, my furry friend. I would assume that you want to live on? " (She's got me there...) "So, what do you want from me, then...?" I ask her outright. The look in her eyes is answer enough, but I want to hear her say it. "Just to be your companion, my furry friend. To be there with you when your destiny is fulfilled. "You, have no designs upon me, then?" I'm almost disappointed, well...more than almost. " I didn't say that...but it will come in time, and so will you." Her eyes glint again, this time no firelight can be blamed for the glow that they emit. She touches my cheek, smiling. Her hand runs down my side to rest upon my hip, caressing the flesh there. A sigh escapes my lips, unbidden, and I'm beginning to think of this body as a traitor. My nipples harden in spite of the protests that I mutter as she tickles my softer parts. " You should just relax and explore yourself...like I am." She grins up at me from between my legs. Her tongue flicks out and encircles my semi-hard shaft and my forepaws grasp my breasts, my head thrown back in near-ecstasy. My misgivings about my predicament are momentarily forgotten as the sensations from her tongue wash over me. I thrust my hips forward as she engulfs me, completely. "OOOOoooooooh!" she cooes, pulling her head back and fumbling underneath my scrotum. She finds the soft petals of my labia, spreading them slightly. "What do we have here? Another surprise, furry one?" I had not mentioned the rest of my femaleness to her before, telling myself that it was none of anybody's business. I look away and blush even deeper beneath my reddish-brown facial fur. My arousal at her stimulation of my maleness was still raging. I look back into her eyes again, pouting slightly. "So the tits aren't the only thing female about me, so?" I rise quickly and pad over to the other side of the campfire, sitting down across from her and feeling miserable and confused. " Little one, what are you afraid of? I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you. When I found you asleep in the underbrush this morning I thought that you were passing strange to look at, but not entirely uncommon in these woods. But there is something different about you. A spirit, an intelligence that is very rare in beings such as yourself. You intrigue me and I find myself falling for your soft fur and piercing green eyes...but it is mostly your naïveté' and innocence that bring out the love that I feel for...(she casts her eyes downward at that moment, the last word coming out a whisper)...you." "We just met this morning, but my heart tells me that you are special to me...and I ask you to tell me your name." Her eyes pleading with mine. I blink at her for a minute, my own mind in a daze. I have no name anymore. Brian Murdoch died in a car accident three days ago. I might as well accept it. " I don't have a name, Silver...I am a new person, a new body with a very timid and confused spirit. And by naming myself I would cheapen this into an exercise in tabloid fantasy. I leave this to you." I gaze at her over the dying flames, firelight glinting in her cool, gray eyes. A slight smile spreads across her face again. "I shall name thee after a very dear soul that departed from my life not long ago, little one. From hereon ye shall be known as Phaedrah. Now come back over to me. The night grows cold." I get up and pad back over to her side and slipped back into the bedroll, huddling against her for warmth and, most of all, comfort. I felt like crying as more and more of the reality of my situation became evident. " Will I ever be a normal human again, Silver?" I blink at her as she shucks the homespun shirt that she had worn as pajamas. Her breasts swung free and I marveled at their full beauty and felt a stirring in my loins. She smiled and sighed in pleasure as I licked her nipples tentatively. "I hope not, my little furry one...Goddess help me, but I hope not." Her hands went under the blanket and found me erect and throbbing again. She stroked the tender, hot flesh and chuckled as my body once again betrayed me and shivered in delight. She pushed my shoulders back and straddled me, guiding my dog-like member to her moist portal. I thrust my hips forward, all embarrassment and confusion forgotten as I slid all the way into her molten depths. My head fell back as my shoulders hit the bedroll and my tongue lolled from my panting muzzle. Her sighs echoed softly through the clearing as we moved against each other's desire. Her pace quickened as we both felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm start. My eyes widened as I felt another, not so familiar feeling start in me belly and spread throughout my body...the orgasm that hit me crashed through my soul like a tsunami...leaving me gasping and trembling in her embrace. I whine questioningly up at her and she smiles, touching my furry face gently. " You did say yourself that you are not all male, or female...didn't you?" I nod, still not catching on. "You have never had a female orgasm, before now...did you like it? Phaedrah?" My soft snores were the only answer, as I had dozed off. The fire died down to embers and the two figures silhouetted in the moonlight are silvered by her full gaze...their sleeping spirits entwined, and happy for now. (To be continued) The Phaedrah Chronicles Ch. 2 So I look like a dog…I'm getting used to the stares. My name is..er….was… Brian Murdoch. I was once a software designer in Midwest USA. After my human body was destroyed in an SUV accident a while back, I woke up from a deep sleep in the middle of this strange forest. I now inhabit a hermaphroditic, 5' 2", buxom body with golden brown fur. And some of the stares I get me rather nervous. Thank Goddess for Silvermoon. She is the woman who found and befriended me…. I think she's some sort of important person around here, a noble…. perhaps. She has the look of someone who is used to having her way. After watching her make short work of a few ruffians with her short-sword, I feel secure at her side. We approached the gated town together, my mind at ease. "What's this place Sil?". I looked up at her in query. " It is, a place of memories, a place of friends and allies. We will find lodging for the night here and I will contact my sisters in the morning." She continued walking without another word. Her silence as we plodded along further gave me the impression that these words were all she was going to offer by way of explanation. I noticed a shadow moving toward us as she strode along, apparently oblivious. I tensed and touched the jeweled hilt of the Elvin dagger she had given me on the morn after our first night together. "Sil?" I whispered harshly. "I see him." She spoke in low tones, not breaking her stride. Her strong hand touched my knife-arm, stopping my draw. He got closer and gathered speed to intersect our path, reaching into the shabby rags that hung from him like so much garbage. "Sil??" I pushed against her restraining hand. "Hush!" she hissed. He blocked our path and raised one arm as I yelped and hid behind Silvermoon. I took the opportunity to draw my blade, holding it outstretched in front of me. His voice grated the air like a rusty hinge. "Mistress Silvermoon…Thou art needed. Your sisters request your council." He handed her a sealed parchment and then faded quickly into the shadows, disappearing into the gathering mist. I gazed up at Sil's face and watched as her brow darkened with worry and impatience with each sentence she read. Most of the worry seemed to be directed at me. I sheepishly lowered my knife. "We must find lodging for you, little one." I blinked at her, a feeling of dread rising in my throat. " I will sleep by your side, tonight? You know I'm defenseless in this realm…. and this stuff is still totally new to me." I felt my eyelid twitch in a nervous tic. "No, dear Phae…I have pressing affairs. * Sighs * But you will be entrusted to good and capable hands. This I promise." She continued to stride down the dirt street. Peering off into the distance. I followed as best I could, resisting the urge to lope forward on all fours (that is frowned upon in "civilized" parts of this realm). We finally stopped in front of a cozy-looking tavern called Callahan's Cross. Sil took my forepaw and led me inside. A screech from the very depths of hell greeted us as we entered, and a formidable red-head came dashing up to Sil grabbing her up and tossing her about like so much fluff. "Mistress Moon!!!! Ye are back! My poor heart sings again with joy!" Sil allowed herself to be hugged and kissed by this force of nature in a barmaid's apron, now holding her fast. She grinned down at me in slight embarrassment. "Phae…meet Mare. She is to be your guardian and company for tonight." Her grin widened a bit. I stared up at the plump but shapely woman just now releasing Sil and turning her bright green eyes toward me. Her broad, lovely face broke into an even wider smile as her eyes traveled up and down my furry body. She laughed and scooped me up into her arms and held me against an ample bosom. I noticed the softness of her fiery braids against my cheek as she pulled me to her shoulder, an aura of innocent affection radiating from her. "And who might this be, Mistress? Is this your new familiar? What's her name?" Her deep green eyes gazed at me intently as she suspended me from her strong hands at arm's length. I tried to smile as friendly as possible at her. "Does it talk and everything?" Mare exclaimed. "No Mare, she is neither my familiar, nor a she, exactly. May I introduce you to my new friend Phaedrah? Phae, this is Mare." She smiled an almost feral grin at me as Mare squealed and hugged me close again. She held me out at arm's length again, my body hanging limp and my mind racing. I began to eye convenient escape routes out the side door, when I felt her grip tighten ever so slightly. She glanced at me curiously, her eyes going wide. She turned to Sil, a voice little more than a quavering whisper escaped her lips. "But the name, mistress…. that's the name of…" "That is enough, 'little pony"…We will talk of this later. Right now I need you to accommodate this innocent one for the night…for my coven has need of me." She nodded purposefully at Mare. "Hey Mare! Are you still workin' or what???" An angry patron yelled at her, his drink having been forgotten when Sil and I had entered. I felt sure that he would soon be decorating the wall behind the bar with his head. Her reply to him surprised and tickled me. "Go piss up a rope, Sven! I got visitors! Flag down Penny, her shift is on in just a minute! " She turned back to Sil, her gentle, rough hands holding me firmly in their grasp. Sil brushed a stray strand of hair away from Mare's face and smiled belatedly. "I must go, dear pony…take good care of my Phae. I shall see you on the morrow." With that she slipped out the door of the tavern, leaving me at the mercy of this boisterous but beautiful country girl. Mare set me down on the floor and smiled at me. I shuffled my feet a bit, growing increasingly nervous without Silvermoon's presence to comfort me. Mare's continued gaze made matters worse. "Umm, you mentioned something about your shift ending now, Miss Mare?" I twisted a little to look around the bar. Mare startled me again with another of her delightful explosions of mirth. She reached her rough but loving hands for me and I felt a momentary urge to run for my life. My hopes for a spectacular escape were foiled instantly…. she had a grip of iron. "Come then, Phae…ye shall enjoy my hospitality till Mistress Silvermoon returns." And with that she tugged me out the door of the tavern, tossing her apron back through the entrance like an after-thought. The next thing I knew, we were making our way down a side-ally and toward a modest storefront. The sign outside read "Rooms to let." Both the storefront and the sign were silvered with age and weathering. I returned to enjoying the sway of her skirt and the surfaces underneath that had made it move in such a fetching manner. I was quite caught up in the sensuous interplay between flesh and fabric so was surprised when she suddenly stopped in front of me. I bumped into her bountiful rear before I could stop. "Ooof! Um, sorry Mare…" I stared up at her…feeling the blood rise up my neck. My knees turned inward in an attempt to hide my rising..emotions. "Whatever for, little pup?" she muttered, looking back at me from over her shoulder. I felt sweetly pierced by her intense stare. She broke our gaze with a grin and tugged me toward the entrance…chattering about mundane trivia but keeping a firm, loving grip upon my forepaw as we made our way through the lobby. She smiled briefly at me before checking her messages at the desk…. promptly canceling two appointments for the evening. The desk clerk looked at her oddly until Mare hissed softly and signed Silver's name…two fingers of the right hand tapped to the left palm and drawn across both eyes. The clerk glanced at me sullenly as he retrieved her room-key. I began to feel the extent of Sil's prominence with these people, as well as Mare's value to the boarding house. The desk clerk must have been losing quite a commission at the evening's cancellation. I tried to ignore the nasty feeling of his eyes on my back as I followed Mare quietly up the stairs to her small but warmly comforting room. She threw open the door and stepped across the threshold. Her gentle expression and the aura of her room spoke to me of her genuine love and affection for herself and her "men". "Um, do you not have business to attend to, miss Mare?" I stared at her straight in the eyes. Her gaze never flinched a bit as a grin tugged at the side of her mouth. "That I do, fuzzy one. But it concerns you, exclusively. My card has been wiped blissfully clean for the night. And I am not worried about the lost clients. This is a dream come true…a fantasy-dark that is soon to be fulfilled." She sighed and pulled loose the ties at the neck of her blouse…"Do you find me attractive, little one?" I stared blankly at her half-exposed breasts, her gypsy-lace blouse hanging precariously from her shoulders. Then I shuddered excitedly at their sudden, joyful dance as she began to laugh again. Only this time her mirth was tinted red and boiling, for she grabbed my tender ear and urged me toward her magnificent bosom. " You reserve your opinion for the first time this evening, my pup…why now?" " I do not wish to be disrespectful, miss Mare…so I must beg your forgiveness. Am I to actually sleep with you tonight? In the same bed?" I blinked at the half unearthed treasure that hung before me. "Yes…Phae. Unless you think you would prefer the barn to the comforts of my room. The choice is yours, as I said before." I was beginning to get annoyed at her smug grin. The soft lilac scent of her bedroom was much more preferable to the barn, which was the usual lodging for my kind. My kind is treated as slaves, at best…in the human realms. This lesson I had learned well, having almost paid for it with my life. The flash and dance of Sil's short-sword played like a song of strength and assurance in my memory. I snorted and grinned amiably at Mare… "Do you snore?" She grabbed my ear again, laughing softly, and tugged me into her room, tossing my whimpering ass onto her wide, soft bed. She then pulled the door to and sealed my fate by turning toward me and pushing her full, curvy ass against the latch until it, too, succumbed to her and fell obediently closed and locked. That faint click echoes in my mind still. (How does one describe being sweetly tormented for an entire night by a playful, mischievous, voluptuous, uninhibited, and oh-so-powerful child of nature? Brother, let me fill you in. If the opportunity arises for you, don't miss it. Period.) I blinked up at her from her bed, watching her peasant skirt and lace blouse fall away from her like a morning mist before the sun. She then stood before me in her loose cotton underwear and pouted. I blinked in total loss of brain function. The soft, pale expanse of her was overwhelmingly desirable. The swells of her mountainous breasts were tipped with thick, rose-colored nipples. My muzzle hung open a bit as I watched the tender morsels stiffen from the sudden cool draft. Her pout deepened as I stared. "Ummm, I'm sorry…am I neglecting something?" I stammered nervously, looking at the floor. I almost bolted from the room when she reached for me suddenly, grasping the clasps of my leathers in expert fingers. I started to pull away and protest, succeeding only in part. My protests stuttered to a halt at the sight of her thick, fiery-red, pubic mound. I could just barely make out the protrusion of her plump labia through the flaming bush of hair. Her voice brought me back to partial coherence. "Oh, my! You are a special one, aren't you?" She tossed my leathers into the corner beside her bed. I felt the touch of her fingers and instinctively stood up on my hind paws again to follow the motion of her hand. My full breasts swayed at the sudden motion. A soft touch invaded my consciousness and my nether regions as she encircled my semi-hard cock with experienced fingers. Her other hand gently brushed my sensitive nipples, causing a soaring crescendo of pleasure to rip through me. "Miss M-Mare! Mercy! I beg you!!! Please!" I pled with her and backed away to huddle at the corner of her spacious bed. Her hands stopped, and then withdrew. I felt her clear green gaze upon me again, and risked a peek up at her face. Those enchanting emerald orbs were fastened to mine own, an expectant light glowing in them. "You are different from the usual morphs we get in here, little Phae. You are smarter and much more emotionally developed. And Mistress Silver is most protective of you…what's your story? You owe me that much at least." She pulled a silk sheet around her shoulders and sat next to me on the bed. Draping part of it over my own nakedness and smoothing it with a gentle hand. I proceeded to fill her in on the details of my arrival into the realms. The terror, confusion, and disbelief, I had felt of finding myself in a strange universe, with a body that seems to enjoy rebelling against my every wish. As I recounted my tale to her, though, I noticed her expression growing brighter with each anecdote. My annoyance at her obviously intentional ignorance of my plight finally came to a head as I threw my arms up in disgust and yelled at her. "I'm a Dog, for Goddess' sake! With Tits, even!!" She just smiled at me and wrapped me in her inexorable affection, and her soft, strong arms. I calmed down, in spite of myself, and huddled into her for the comfort that she so eagerly offered. Mare stroked my head and my ears, paying close attention to the sensitive spots at the base of each ear and under my cheeks. I felt my annoyance and fear dissipate, only to be replaced by much worse. I started to get a hard-on, again "I find canines to be noble, loyal, and very loving, dear Phaedrah. You are no exception. Lie down and get comfortable while I get ready for bed." She tossed me easily over into the middle of the bed and covered me in soft silk. I peered out at her from over the covers as she hummed softly to herself and washed her voluptuous body in lilac-scented water from the bedside basin. I felt myself become aroused again, my sheath retracting and my nipples and labia swelling slightly. The silk against my body was not helping matters. She turned down the wick of the oil lamp that was the room's only illumination, plunging us into a soft, dim world of silk sheets, lilac skin, and Mare's unrequited desire. I stretched out beside her as she crawled into the bed. I heard her breath catch in her throat as she spotted my disproportionately large member, now fully erect and throbbing. "Oh my…you were hiding quite a bit of things from me, weren't you, Phae?" I started to answer her but gasped instead as her lips touched the glistening head of my cock. She reached down to cup my balls in her hand and found my other "secret". To her credit, she only hesitated for a split second before stroking my tiny clitoris with her finger and engulfing my cock completely in her mouth and throat. I saw brilliant flashes of light behind my closed eyelids as she pulled up her lips to midway along my shaft, only to plunge down again and again on my shaft. I was dimly aware of her fingers prodding at my virginal nether lips, as I became wet with her saliva and my own arousal. Her finger suddenly slipped inside of me with a slight, tearing twinge and I felt a warm flow wet my inner thighs and Mare's hand, but was too far gone in the throes my orgasm to notice much. I threw back my head and howled as my back arched, driving my cock deeper into her throat…and her fingers deeper into my aching pussy. I surged into her mouth, filling her tender, sweet throat with my cum. I felt her hand being drenched by my pussy juice as the orgasmic wave hit me again. "Stop! Oh, please…. Miss Mare!" I writhed up the bed and away from her heavenly mouth and experienced fingers. "Let me catch my breath, please…milady!" In the dim light I could see her face, shiny with sweat and juices, smiling at me from between my legs. She lifted the finger that she had pierced me with to her lips and tasted the liquid on them. I heard her grunt in puzzlement and watched as she leaned over to turn the wick up on the lamp. I saw bright red blood on her finger and panicked. "I'm hurt!!! I'm bleeding! What did you do to me??? Help Siiiiiiil!!!!!!!!" I leaped to my feet on the bed and made a leap for the door. She easily reached out and caught me by the scruff of my neck, restraining me. I flopped around for a minute or two before calming somewhat, and gazing at her fearfully, breathlessly. "You are fine, little one. There is nothing wrong with you at all. The same thing happens to all females at one time or another in their lives. It even happened to me, when I was fifteen." Mare calmly wiped the blood on a handkerchief, placing it in a small chest on her nightstand. I stared at her blankly, my eyes widening as she glanced back at me and started laughing. "All virgins bleed when they lose their virtue, little one. You are now a woman…well, a non-virgin." She crawled on all fours over to me at the edge of her bed and held me close. I felt her breath on my shoulder and leaned my head against hers, my body suddenly weary and weak. She pulled me back onto the pillows and snuggled up next to me. "Dream sweet, furry one…Mistress Silver will return with the light of dawn." She said softly. I went to sleep with her soft hand held in my forepaw and her words drifting through into my dreams. To be continued... The Phaedrah Chronicles Ch. 3 I woke up, the light of the morning sun warming the fur of my face. The scent of lilac and musk tickled my sensitive nostrils. I stretched out underneath the soft coverlet and hugged my pillow closely, pricking up my ears and listening for sounds of any nearby activity. I caught the faint murmur of voices below me and recognized them as belonging to my two new friends. Silvermoon's words were hushed and insistent, whereas Mare was answering in a flat monotone. My tail thumped absently against the mattress as I strained to hear what they were saying. (Yes, I have a tail, fuzzy ears, and a coat of fur that covers my whole body. Let me introduce myself, my name is Phaedrah. I was once a software designer in that world which you call reality. Let me tell you something. That world is not only one of many, but it is also quite boring and mundane compared to the one the consciousness of a certain Brian Murdoc woke up in after the accident. I remember swerving off the road in a moment of distraction and poof (!); here I was in a different reality, inhabiting a body that (despite it's obvious erotic advantages) was not what I would term comfortable. I am a furry. To be more specific, I am a hermaphroditic, canine furry. It is most unsettling to wake up in a body that possesses the sexual plumbing and adornment of both genders. But, I must say, my breasts are most fetching, and I am endowed with much more "package" than I have a right to wish for.) I stretched and yawned, deciding that it was time I moved my lazy carcass out of the bed. My toenails clicked against the wooden floor as I padded naked over to the doorway and peeked out into the hall. It was deserted so I ventured softly out and down to the stairwell, where I could here the voices more clearly. "You are stalling, my pony girl. Tell me what I want to know at once!" Moonstar's strident tones echoed up the stairwell. "Was it a virgin, or not?" Mare's softer voice was harder to hear. But with my heightened canine senses, I easily made out her reply. "Yes, my mistress, the little one was indeed a virgin. And I have what you require locked in my jewelry chest." Her tone was sad. The confusion I felt at Mare's miserable tone of voice was cut short as a thin silken cord tightened around my neck. I barely had opportunity to slip my left fore paw in between it and my throat before my world became focused upon one thing, trying to breathe. The edges of my vision began to darken and I vaguely felt myself being pulled backwards toward the other end of the short hall. I then remembered the sullen clerk from the night before and his obvious distaste at the sight of me. I also remembered that his room was three doors farther down the hall than Mare's room. I redoubled my efforts to struggle free but the cord was digging harshly into my forepaw and neck. I flopped around enough to loosen the cord as my attacker tried to get a better grip on me, and twisted away from him. I instinctively snapped at his hands and kicked out with my sturdy hind legs. My perverse luck helped me evade death once again, as the night clerk was launched back into the wall. His hands were bloody, and he was gasping for breath. I felt a brief flare of pride for being able to defend myself successfully as my inertia carried me toward the opposite wall, and the open garbage chute. I fainted in terror before I hit bottom. I awoke to darkness…and stench; a repugnant, foul, and inescapable stench that began to permeate my very being. Finding that nothing was broken, I attempted to navigate the garbage piles toward any means of escape. This involved much slipping and sliding until my fur was matted and sticky with slime. Then, as suddenly as I had arrived, I escaped my rubbish filled prison by falling through rotted gating over the cart access. I found my shabby, high-smelling ass out on the busy, midmorning street. After losing the tip of my tail to a wagon wheel, and a notch from my ear to some mangy, flea-ridden cur (growl!), I tumbled over to the other side of the street and into a quiet alley. I huddled, naked and smelly, behind a row of rain-barrels that lined the narrow, dark alcove. I had figured on watching the entrance of the boarding house for Silvermoon or Mare to show up outside in search of me. I changed my mind when a soft, tremulous whisper from the dark end of the alley made my blood run cold. "My, little one, you look more wretched than even I feel. Come closer, and let's have a gander at you." I blinked into the shadows and sniffed the air. But my eyes didn't reveal any secrets and the smell of the garbage that still clung to my fur was overpowering. "W-who are you?" I growled. I stood and took a stance that Silvermoon had taught me, head down and shoulders canted to present a smaller target. "Speak! I have no patience for tricks or flattery!" A gentle chuckle meandered out of the shady dead end and broke my façade of bravado with ease. I shrunk a bit and sat back down against the barrels. " I cannot hurt you, little pup. Of this I assure you." A slender white hand flicked out from the shadows and into the sunlight. It immediately began to smoke and blister. A quiet moan followed the path of the chuckle and the hand disappeared as quickly as it had come. " I am…allergic to sunlight. Please forgive me if I don't come out to greet you. I was just curious as to your species. Most half lings aren't near as intelligent or eloquent as you. I only mean to talk, is this acceptable?" I thought I glimpsed a pale, regal face drift close to the light, but it could have been anything. I never got a chance to reply, though. A strong, loving hand grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and lifted me over the barrels. "Phae! Me lovy! What's happened to ye? Ach, ye smell foul! What have ye been in, the garbage heap?" I found myself dangling in front of Mare's bright green gaze and comforting smile. "You'll need a bath, ye will. Come along!" she scolded. I was bodily heaved across the street and bustled into the kitchen. If you have never been unceremoniously dumped into a sink full of crockery and hot, soapy water… I don't recommend it. The effects on your dignity are quite devastating. I allowed myself to be washed and rinsed in sullen silence. But when she tickled my inner thigh while I was climbing out of the sink, I snapped at her hand and grumbled something about not being in the mood. Her eyes briefly misted over but she shrugged and smiled, apologizing primly. " I'm sorry too, Mare…it's just that I was attacked and nearly raped this morning. The idea of any playfulness is the farthest thing from my mind." (I'm not totally heartless) " I am only concerned with his capture and just punishment." "Aye, milady Silver has him. I believe she was interrogating him when I left to see if you had escaped outside. We should go to her before the lad is damaged beyond recovery." Mare said, matter-of-factly. She dried me off and pulled a simple cotton shift over my body. I felt so much like a child at her hands that I was smiling at her when she helped me down off the counter to the kitchen floor. I held my hand out to her and she followed me out into the dining room and parlor. There I saw my assailant, trussed to a chair and looking a bit battered and bruised. "Filthy mutt!" He spat at me, earning a hard slap from Sil's gloved hand. "Don't make me cut out your tongue, Garrick. You are in enough trouble as it is." She turned to me and smiled in relief at my apparent safety and health. "There you are, little one. Are you unharmed?" "I am ok, no thanks to this creep." I muttered, glaring at Garrick and showing him a canine or two. "What are you going to do with him?" "That is not for you to worry about, little Phae. You just run along with Mare and stay out of trouble." She kissed my head and clucked in concern at my wounded ear, then waved us toward the door. "Mare, take it to the market and buy it some travel clothes, preferably leather. I'll finish here and join you for supper this evening at Callahan's Cross. Now shoo!" I spent the afternoon trying on clothes and decided upon a leather harness top with a short skirt. Since I already sported a fur coat, the clothes were for mere modesty rather for protection against the elements. The top had two sewn-in sheathes at the shoulder blades, so I entreated Mare to take me to a weapons dealer for matching knives. I chose a pair of wicked looking elfin throwing blades with bone hilts. They fit into each sheath perfectly and felt like next to nothing. I was ready to take on anyone. We headed back toward the tavern as the sun was dropping below the horizon and reached it as the sky faded to rosy purple. As we entered a chorus of voices raised in greeting at Mare and she was pinched a half dozen times before reaching the bar. She laughed, slapping at their hands in mock annoyance. "Your late, Mare. Who's the mutt?" The grizzled bear of a man behind the bar winked at me, eyes crinkling merrily. I unconsciously started wagging my tail as I smiled and winked back. "This is Phaedrah, Cal. It will be staying for some of that awful slop you call food around here." Mare laughed at his grumbled reply and put on an apron. "You sit here and wait for Lady Silvermoon while I work, love. She won't be long." She turned and waded into the crowd of patrons, fending off playful pats and offers of sexual bliss and marriage with ease and grace. "Here you go, pup. You might as well have one on the house while you wait." I turned to see Cal pushing a wine goblet toward me, smiling. I nodded happily at him and lapped the tart, dry vintage carefully. I watched as Mare and small group of regulars exploded in laughter at a particularly bawdy joke, raising my cup to have another small sip. " You clean up nice, little adventurer." The wine choked me as a soft, familiar voice spoke from directly behind me. I leaned over on my stool and coughed, heaving desperately for air. Through the corner of my eye I watched him approach. He was tall, slender, and darkly handsome (I speak of his hair and eyes…his skin was very pale, almost translucent.). He reached over and thumped me gently on the back and I raised my head to get a closer look. I peered directly into his eyes for the first time and was transfixed by their smoldering intensity as he looked at me in concern. "Are you well, Phae? Can I get you anything?" His voice ran chills through me and I backed up against the bar, drawing away from him slightly. "I know what you are, so keep your distance!" I hissed under my breath at him, my hackles rising slightly. I glanced around the room, but no one else seemed to have noticed that an undead entity walked in their midst. I swallowed hard as he smiled slowly and stepped back. "As I said before, little one…I bear you no ill will. Nor do I mean to harm you in any way. You really must trust me on this, if we are to be friends." He sat beside me at the bar and adjusted the folds of his long cloak with an absence of attention that spoke of long practice. "And what ever gave you the idea that I wanted to friends, vampire?" My hackles raised more and I glared at him, defiantly. "Please, fierce one…I yield!" He chuckled. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Silas. I only meant that we should become acquainted, as we are to be traveling together for the next day or two." My shocked expression sent him into another soft breeze of laughter and I looked around the room for Mare in near panic. My relief at seeing Silvermoon walk through the door was intense. " 'Scuze me!" I squeaked and ducked off of the barstool and between the revelers toward my protector and friend. She smiled, catching my eye and walking toward me. I covered the last few feet in the air as I leapt into her arms and huddled there. "Are you happy to see me, furry one?" She smiled and blinked in pleased surprise. "Yes, I am extremely happy to see you." I gazed at her for a second, realizing that most of the conversation in the room had ceased. There were more than a few eyes upon us when I turned to look for a reason for the sudden silence. The only sound was Silas' damnable laughter and the quick footsteps of my beloved Mare. She plucked me off of Sil and tossed me over her shoulder like a fur wrap, walking wordlessly to the bar for another round of drinks. The murmur of conversation rose again to a slightly lower level as Sil smiled at my hanging there like a limp rag. To my rising dismay, she strode over to Silas and sat down beside him. Mare finished gathering the next order and scooped up the tray, walking past the two of them. I was firmly plopped into the stool adjacent to Sil's and told to be quiet and still. I stared mournful eyes up at Mare and she smiled softly, leaning over to kiss me lightly on the nose. Properly consoled at my indignity, I turned to the conversation unfolding between Sil and the vampire Silas. "It doesn't know any better, Silas. It is not from this realm. You should be ashamed, laughing that way." Sil's words were stern, but her tone was amused and…affectionate? My day was not getting much better, at all. "But it should notice the respect you garner from all those who love you, milady. Perhaps I gave it too much credit as far as intelligence is concerned." He looked at me and raised a taunting eyebrow. "I mean, it obviously thinks I have designs on its blood supply, and has been quite rude and unsociable." I snorted and leaned back behind Sil as he winked at me. "It has much to learn, but it is surprisingly resourceful and very lovable, brother. I heard that you two met earlier, during the ruckus with Garrick. Is this true, Phae?" She turned and looked down at me, reaching out a finger and closing my lower jaw, which had dropped open again. "Brother?" I stammered. The moonlight found me trudging gloomily beside Silas and two pack mules down a dim forest path. The trip was uneventful and broken only by terse, staccato exchanges about essential things like the midnight meal, and when I had to go pee. (Ex: "Vampire…I gotta go." "Again? You just went two hours ago!" "I go in the woods, off the trail, or I go on you leg…your choice." "(Unintelligible expletive) fine then…go!" …. Lotsa fun, huh?) We finally crested a hillock and caught the first rose light of morning. Silas grumbled and quickened his pace. His haste at reaching our destination finally hit me, broadside. I felt like a shit-encrusted heel. The dawn was his enemy, a killer dressed in deep orange and gold…and possessing an inescapable pursuit. My aching bladder seemed insignificant and petty, and I started to view Silas in a different way. His insufferable patience and subtle, jibing wit had never wavered. Yet he was surely aware of the approaching peril that was sunrise. I shut my fuzzy yap and quickened my trot, not looking at Silas. I was too much the coward to witness the skin of his face and hands start to smolder instantly at the touch of the rising sun, and the fleeting wince of pain that he quickly forced from his eyes. "How much farther, vam…er, Silas?" I stammered. I was rewarded with a genuine smile that caused his face to transform. The cold turn of his chin became the solidity of strength. His spare, austere features softened to gentleness and affection as he pointed to an ancient stone and timber barn lying off the track to our left. I nodded and guided the pack mules toward his chosen sanctuary. I led the mules into the abandoned barn, tucking them into stalls and unpacking them as he climbed quickly into the darkness of the loft. My eyes followed him as I wondered at the sheer courage it took for him to vow his life to my protection, when simple, gentle daylight could be his very destruction. "Silas?" I called, brushing down the last mule and tucking the feedbag around his ears. "What is it, little one?" "Um, do you require anything?" "No, dear Phae…I am fine, now." A rustle of moving hay marked his turning to look down at me through the loft entrance. "But I thank you for asking…" "Um, where do want me to sleep, Si…?" I looked around for a convenient corner with some comfortable straw to bed down upon. "Silver said that you would have to sleep as near to me as you would allow, little one." I looked up and met his burning yellow eyes with my own amber ones as he gazed at me from his lofty perch. " It is your choice, furry friend. But I must go to bed, now…the dawn approaches. I went to sleep watching the sunlight paint streaks of brilliant reality on the floor of the barn. I awoke to moonlight and arousal. There were hands at my breasts and a very insistent but nice movement at my tail end. I thought about protesting but the feeling was so nice that I soon forgot what I was going to protest. I arched my back and pushed my breasts into the questing fingers and was rewarded with a dancing tattoo of pleasure around my sensitive nipples. I (?) pushed my ass against Silas' hips and thrusting member, reaching between my legs and stroking him softly. (Hey! I say…. what's this??) **Hush human, this is the way it's supposed to happen** I tried my best to ignore the inner voice that spoke to me, attempting to twist away from him, but a force took hold of me and held me against Silas, his stony erection pushing against my feminine opening. He slipped inside of me and my protests changed from strident dissent to moans of need. "Oh, no…. I'm not built for this, Si…Um…(Uhh!) *sigh* (Oh, my…)" "Silas?" "Yes, little one…" "Don't stop?" I don't know why, but his thrusts set me on fire…my whole body flaring into a bonfire of sensation. I pushed my hips into him, engulfing even more of his sizable cock within me…my own erection brushing sensuously against my belly. I reached down and touched myself timidly as he pushed further into my feminine opening. I smiled in delight as my forepaw met his hand on my throbbing maleness, and we started to stroke me...together. " *Gasp* Silaaaasssss! This is not happening!" The macho facet of me railed against the pleasure I was feeling. " Do you want me to stop, little pup?" His smug tone was insufferable, but his cock felt so good in my new opening. "Stop and die, Silas…you started *moan* this…" His thrusts were becoming stronger, faster. I met his plunges with uninhibited glee, grinding myself against him. I swung my legs over his shoulders and grabbed his hips, and pulled him deeper into me. I looked up into his pale, handsome face and howled softly at the twinges of pleasure that began to grip my body. I cried in desire and release under his relentless thrusts. Pushing up against him to make (my?) orgasm build to even greater heights. We pumped my own cock furiously and I slammed my hips into his thrusts…moaning at my impending climax. "Now Silas! Now!" I could not believe the words that issued from my mouth, but all thought was washed from my brain as a feminine orgasm ripped through me… I watched as my rebellious organ swelled and waved in the air, pulling tight against my stomach. My eyes rolled back in my head as I came from my pussy and my cock…drenching his burning shaft and my heaving belly with my juices. I huddled against him and massaged my own cum into my soft belly-fur, sighing in spite of myself. I am/was not gay or even bi in my "real" life...but this experience was entirely different. My eyes drooped as I spontaneously kissed Silas on the neck and chin. Sleep came very quickly for me that dawning. Held in Silas' arms and feeling safe and secure for the first time since I awakened, I dreamt of being part of this realm forever, for the first time. The Phaedrah Chronicles Ch. 4 Walking along the trail the next moonrise with Silas was awkward and the conversation was forced. The light spilled out over the lightly forested countryside and even cast our shadows out before us as we clipped along in silence, giving up with the talk and concentrating on making distance. The lovemaking we shared that morning weighed heavily upon my mind and I was still trying to sort it out, and the implications were myriad and confusing. Here I was, a small furry humanlike canine with a voluptuous figure and a sizable male member…walking along a moonlit trail with a tall, slender nobleman who just happened to be a vampire. It was like a scene from some anime film from Japan. My name’s Phaedrah...Phae for short. And this realm into which I found myself cast has held many surprises. Some were pleasant, others not so pleasant. But after waking up in the middle of the forest a week ago I have learned to adapt. The first and biggest blow to my shaky sanity was finding myself in a body that defied all normal conditions in nature. It is half-human, half dog, and more interestingly, a hermaphrodite. It is a far removal from the mundane life of a computer programmer and all around normal guy that I used to lead, to be sure. But I digress, and right now I was trying to figure out why I kept wagging my tail and pricking my ears up at Silas each time he looked at me with those burning yellow eyes of his. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, little one. What happened between us is our secret. No one will know, for it is of no one else’s concern.” He spoke softly to me as we rested by the wayside of the trail, supping on hard bread and jerky. “What makes you think I care if anyone knows, Silas. It was a wonderful experience, but one that I never dreamed would happen.” I added a note of petulance to my voice as I gnawed at a crust and then blinked at him. His lack of a reply goaded me. “Why do you eat regular food, anyway? I thought vampires only fed on fresh blood?.” I did a little goading of my own. “Oh, there is plenty of that in the bread, Phae.” he said. I sputtered and threw the crust from me, looking at him horrified disgust. He laughed merrily and reached for me, taking my forepaw and holding it in his delicate hand. “I’m sorry, little one. My sense of humor sometimes makes me cruel. I was only jesting about the bread. I get the blood I need from this.” He held up a wineskin for me to see. “ And that is full of b-blood? Whose?” I shuddered to think. “ No, little furball. This is Bloodwyne, a vintage developed by my ancestors that gives my kind the sustenance we need, without the loss of life to our subjects and friends. My people have become rather proficient at genetics and breeding.” He took a sip and tucked the wineskin back into his cloak. I felt like a supreme idiot and refused to answer his gentle smile with one of my own. His gaze pierced me and held me fast. “ You still look at me with disgust, little one.” His tone was mournful. “ Could you just leave me alone for a while, Si?” I pleaded. “I cannot, little pup. I promised my sister that I would look after you. If I were to leave you alone…something could happen to you.” He gazed at me, unblinking. “Did that include practically raping me this morning?” As I said it I felt a pang of regret, for his face fell and he turned toward the trail. “As you wish, Phae. I shall scout ahead and see about some shelter, for dawn comes in about an hour.” He quietly faded into the forest and left me sitting on the side of the path. My only comfort was the lantern that I had insisted upon before we set out on this journey. (Now you’ve done it, you nit…he is the only protection you can count on! And he is undead, fer Christ sake! The perfect bodyguard!) I tried to ignore the voice in my head, as I felt bad enough for hurting his feelings. All because I was angry at being teased. The noises of the forest pressed down upon me and my heart sped up in fear. I joined my inner voice in cursing myself for being rude to Silas. I sniffed the breeze and cringed, a dry rustling of leaves and fur assuring my ears that my nose had indeed smelled an intruder approaching. I slid off of the stump where I had been sitting and hid behind it, huddling into a slight hollow formed by the ancient, gnarled roots. “ Here, puppy, puppy….Az will be nice to thee, puppy…. here ya go.” The smooth contralto voice tickled my ears, and I yearned to peek over the stump and get a look at the owner of it. My fear for my life outvoted my libido, this time. I stayed hidden. Dry leaves and a trickling of soil rained down on me as the owner of the voice sat down on the stump that I hid behind. I was horrified at the sneeze that was building in my nostrils… “WAATCHOO!!!” (I never sneeze small…) “Bless you, puppy. You are gonna stop hiding from Azrael, now?” The smooth, contralto voice caressed my ears again, tinkling with laughter. A tail curled down in front of my face, my watering eyes gazing at the smooth, gray fur that covered it. The voice in my head suddenly screamed “FELINE!!” with deafening clarity. I felt the overwhelming urge to break cover and give chase. Instinct won out over my rational mind as I exploded out from my shallow hiding place and dropped to all fours. Strangely enough, I heard rapid barking ringing in my mind as I ducked low and nipped at the heels of a striking beauty of a cat-morph. Her eyes widened with fright (excitement?) and she darted off, her puffed up tail held straight out from a shapely, athletic, and totally naked behind. I growled and gave chase, my own wag-stick doing its’ thing as well. Ever had to try and run and wag your tail at the same t (?)…um, never mind. The chase ran merrily through thicket and grove, over fallen tree and bush, the ringing echo becoming actual joyous barking as I let my canine side run free (pardon the pun). I was catching up with her as she jumped up and caught a branch eight feet up above the forest floor, smoothly arcing her lithe body over it and coming down directly on top of me, straddling my neck with lovely soft-furred thighs. I crashed and slid indignantly through rotten leaves and detritus to come to a messy halt a short distance away. “ Gotcha’!”, she cried triumphantly. Pulling my head up off the dirt by the ears, she purred into my left one, “Is puppy going to be nice for Azrael?” “Does puppy have a choice?” I choked, barely able to breathe. She shook my head by tugging on alternating ears (everyone of you have done it to long eared dog at one time or another, admit it!) and laughed mischievously as I yelped in pain.. “Not hardly… but if you are nice then Azrael can give you a treat before they get here.” She dropped my head back into the dirt without waiting for a reply. She then surprised me by letting me turn over and sit up, still straddling my thighs. I was afforded the first good look at my captor and was stunned. She had gray, striped fur that faded to white on her belly and chin and (ahem), nether regions. Her luminous green eyes stared back into my own brown ones and a small smile played across full lips. “Before who gets h…”. My question was interrupted by the breath being knocked out of me as she punched me full in the stomach and simultaneously popped the front of my harness leather top free by smoothly cutting the straps with very sharp fore claw. She cooed as my breasts sprang free and roughly pushed me onto my back on the pile of leaves and rubbish that I had plowed up moments before with my face (my night was turning out to be a bad one). She held her hand against my throat and tickled it with all five of her extended claws, encouraging my obedience. I held still as she fished around underneath my leather skirt and found my partially tumescent cock, stroking it with her other hand. With her claws retracted, thank goodness (maybe not so bad a day?). “Azrael is curious as to why you are important to them, but is not as curious as horny after that chase.” She gasped, working my prick until it was fully hard. I was amazed that even in my terrified state, the thing was glistening red and throbbing in mere seconds. Did I mention that her fur was incredibly soft? “Who is *them*?” The last word was a squeak because her claws had extended on the other hand and one idly tickled my balls. She lifted them up by the scrotum with a “disarmed” thumb and forefinger and clucked in surprise as she observed my female slit that ran underneath. “Now I see! You are holy one!” She gazed back up at me with renewed interest and unmistakable lust. I had taken the hint and wasn’t about to ask any more stupid questions, so I laid back and stared up at her in trembling silence. “You have nothing to fear from me, sacred one,” Her eyes flared up a notch, “Azrael would never hurt you. Azrael was thinking of something entirely different.” She put actions to her words by lifting up and impaling herself on me, screaming softly at the sudden intrusion. She shivered and sat down all the way Her cunt was glorious. Hot, slick, and tight as a vice, it was. Her breathing became rapid and she closed her eyes as she started to grind against my pubic bone. I risked a little skin and put my hands on her slim hips and pulled her to me, thinking that in the heat of climax I might see an opportunity of escape. Her eyes flew back open and fixed me with a stare, but that was all as we started a rhythm. Her rapids breaths turned to squeals of delight and she squinted a bit, but her gaze never left mine. I became bolder and reached up with one hand to caress and tease her small but perfect nipples and breasts. She rumbled her approval and quickened her pace; bouncing up and down on me and making me lose my concentration for a moment. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer and she still hadn’t closed her eyes. Having seen her in action, I knew I couldn’t match her speed. I had hoped to whack her with a rock or something and make my getaway (much as I would have liked to have stayed, considering). The only chance I had been given so far I had literally screwed up by my own hands. The chance finally came as she arched her back in climax, threw back her head, and yowled at the full moon overhead. I kneed her forward off of my prick and hooked my heel across her throat. Straightening my leg, I threw her off of me and backward onto her head. It thudded resoundingly against a leaf covered stone and she stiffened for a second, and then went limp. I was too busy to worry too much as my climax washed over me and I spewed all over my fur-covered belly, moaning helplessly as the wave crashed and subsided. I rolled over and picked myself up off of the ground, brushing at the sticky, leafy mess that was my orgasm and looked at the still figure of the cat-morph Azrael. Her chest rose and fell, to my relief. I had not wanted to kill her. I dusted my hands in self-satisfaction and turned to start my search for the trail, knowing that could just follow my scent back (doggie senses do come in handy, sometimes). I stepped right into the bulky form of a huge panther-morph. He looked down at me with pure hatred and thumped me on top of my head with a large, clenched fist. I briefly saw other shadowy forms behind him, then stars, and then nothing at all. ………… The small clearing filled with felines of varied species, eight in all, and whispered commands were hissed as the two unconscious lovers were picked up and silently spirited off into the deeper forest in the distance. Five minutes later Silas skidded to a breathless halt in the vacated clearing. He desperately brought his breathing down and sniffed at the air, sensing the party had grown from two to ten. He then glanced to the east and noted the lavender of approaching dawn. His brow wrinkled in helpless frustration and a cry rose from his throat to call a challenge to the retreating kidnappers. It echoed, fierce and terrible for long seconds until finally fading and ending in a shout of anger. Silas turned reluctantly and retreated under fading night to find cover. The group of felines paused and looked at each other uneasily, thanking their goddess for the lightening skies before they continued on with their two sleeping burdens into the trees. The Phaedrah Chronicles Ch. 5 I awoke to a throbbing headache and dying embers of a campfire surrounded by furry bodies. The smell of genus felis hung thick in the air, making my nostrils twitch and my heart race. It was a dire predicament, indeed, for a dog like me. I sighed and resigned myself to quietly surveying my situation. The huge panther that had knocked me unconscious was lying next to me, rumbling softly in his sleep; so I was very...very quiet. Two pair of luminous green eyes faded into view at the edge of the clearing, fixing me with their intensity. My "friend" and benefactor Azrael stepped into the rough circle of sleeping felines, leading a gray-whiskered copy of her carefully around the slumbering, forms. Az looked at me with a slight smile of (what I hoped to be…) affection. The venerable grimalkin she respectfully catered to just looked at where she was placing her unsteady hind paws. They eventually made their way to the fireside and sat down across from me, the old (but lovely) Tabby looking at me with amused scrutiny. "You have nothing to fear, visitor…after we speak together for a while, you are free to make your way." Her emerald gaze crinkled merrily at me. "Hallo, I am Phae; and I have not the foggiest idea of what you are talking about." Her eyes never wavered from mine, but they widened a bit. "They have not told you of your importance, this is good. Had you known, we would have been forced to imprison and possibly torture you for information on the human and vampire clans." She spoke the words with a detached warmth that I found disconcerting, at the very least. Again, her eyes never left mine. "Who…?" I shut up quick at the slight tensing of muscles from Azrael. She rose partially, but settled back down at a slight gesture from the elder cat-morph. We exchanged daggered looks as the old one continued. "You are very special to us little one….the very existence that we enjoy depends upon your continued life in this realm." She refused to acknowledge my shocked expression with an explanation, but gazed into the dying embers, instead. "What is it with you, and this place?!?!?" I am not of this realm! I don't wanna be here! I ……." So I woke the whole camp, wouldn't you be upset, too? I moved closer to the elder feline, for she seemed to be my only island of protection from the awaking sea of fur, claws and teeth. I was stabbed by many knives that were thrown my way by the eyes of the waking tribe. She chuckled softly. "They will not hurt you, little one. They aren't happy with your liaison with my Granddaughter, and less than joyful at her resulting lump on the head. But you are quite safe here." I huddled closer still, not trusting her words. I was even less sure that she could have done anything for my defense if the tribe decided to dispatch my furry carcass once and for all. I gazed fearfully at the hulking form of the panther-morph as he stretched and yawned. I felt faint at the sight of his ten-penny nail teeth. His golden eyes opened and fixed on me and his upper lip rose in a silent snarl. "Yah, tell him that." I squeaked from behind the Elder. "He hit me on the head and knocked me senseless." "You had very little sense to begin with, mutt." He rumbled. "I just helped rearrange it to my liking. Even elder Mina could not save you, had you hurt my precious Azrael. I would have had you for a snack, and then made your mangy hide into a hat for her." "That's enough Roagan. You've made your point, now leave it be. It is an unwitting pawn in this most delicate situation." Mina's words cowed the great panther into silence, much to my secret delight. Azrael was staring at me, incurious and alert to what was being revealed about this "situation". "Does this have to do with the prophecy, grandma? I thought that applied only to the cat-tribes? What does this pup have to do with it?" Az looked back at me with a little friendlier expression on her lovely face. I heard Roagan growl something about "old fools and fantasy" and tried not to smile. I might live through this after all, I thought to myself. Throwing caution to the winds, I timidly cleared my throat and asked the gray furred Mina the question that had been itching at me since I first met Silvermoon, six days ago. "Ma'am, is it too much to ask to be allowed one bit of knowledge? Why me? Why am I so special?" I felt foolish after the words left my mouth. A hysterical giggle threatened to break out of my throat. I fought it down and resumed my silence. "You are correct in saying that you shouldn't even be here, Phae…or should I call you Brian?" I stared at her, my jaw dropping. "How did you know?" I blinked at her smile. "I also know, just as the clan Silvermoon has from the beginning, that your real body lies living but comatose, in a healer's bed in your realm. You are a traveler, a visitor, and you are disrupting the balance of energy and political power in this realm just by being here. It was prophesied that a very special morph would unite the tribes under her and lead us to victory over the human and vampire clans. This morph's name would be Phaedrah." She paused and let this sink into my head. "This is nuts, and it's getting nuttier by the day. I am no one's savior, I am just scared, confused, and trying to figure things out!" I trembled with inner turmoil and anger. "A hard task indeed, for a small mind such as yours, mutt." Roagan smiled toothily at me and a few of his cohorts chuckled at his wit. I had had enough and whirled to face him, my diminutive stature momentarily forgotten. "Piss off muscle-head! Or I'll tear those whiskers out and feed them to you!" His look of surprise was worth whatever fate awaited me at his hands. I never got to find out. For the camp was suddenly surrounded by dark-robed figures and one, short, plump redhead…all armed with swords and mail. All weapons were drawn and at ready. "It would be to your advantage to release the wee one to us, Mina. It is of no use to you and your tribe. Not if you are all dead." Mare's cherubic face was set in a scowl that chilled even my heart; though she looked great in her fighting leathers and breast plate. (Biiiig breast plate, I might add.) Mina hissed at Roagan but he didn't listen, instead turning to face Mare in a battle stance. A tall, slender figure strode forward to face him; burning yellow eyes bore through his demeanor as he shrunk back a step. Silas' soft voice cut through the silence from beneath the heavy cloak. "We already have a score to settle, feline…do not make it any worse with your stupidity." I thrilled at his gallantry, padding forward toward them. I was brought up short by a spitting snarl and dagger-like claws at my throat. Azrael held me from behind by the throat and forearm. "The holy one will die before we let her go back with you!" A small trickle of blood dripped down my chest fur and pooled between my breasts. This was getting too crazy. "Now drop your weapons!" She shook me a bit to demonstrate her serious intent. "Granddaughter," Mina hissed, "If you hurt it I will kill you myself! Release it!" The claws were reluctantly removed from my throat and I scurried across the camp to where Silas and Mare stood. Mare sheathed her sword and scooped me up in her arms, hugging me tightly to her breast and backing slowly out of the clearing. Silas stood staring at Roagan for a moment longer and then followed, never taking his gaze from the big cat. The other robed figures faded into the mist around the feline tribe and soon they were left alone in the woods. I heard howls of rage and embittered argument that soon faded to nothing as we made our way quickly through the misty dawn to a waiting wagon pulled by two magnificent Equine morphs. Both were chestnut-brown with white blazes and both were very, very male. One looked at me with mild interest and smiled at my openmouthed gaze. Silas kissed Mare gently and chuckled at me, ruffling my ears. I squirmed out of Mare's arms and stood in front of him, tail wagging and ears up. "I must away to meet my sister, dear pup. I leave you in very capable hands." He kissed my muzzle, having to stoop to do so, and nodded a friendly farewell to the horse-morphs. I watched him fade into the mist and sighed wistfully. Mare chuckled and slapped the larger of the two horse-men on a muscular rear, and scooped me up again. He tossed his mane and laughed at her, swishing his tail. "This is Chet and Michael, dear pup," they both raised their heads proudly at mention of their names. "They are friends of mine. They agreed to help us in our escape. Up you go." Mare tossed me up into the wagon and climbed up after me, clucking her tongue at the (horses?) and we began to move. They pulled the wagon easily and without any guidance by traces or reins. Only the occasional verbal direction from Mare was all they apparently needed. I waited until my merry benefactor had taken off her breast plate and then jumped up into her lap, nuzzling her generous chest happily. I got a well needed hug and kiss from her and almost felt like a human being again (What am I saying?…an almost human being). "Aye, I missed thee too, little one." She pressed me close and I felt deliriously happy. We watched the scenery pass by in silence, just enjoying each others presence for a while. I noticed that our handsome team was beginning to sweat with exertion. It must be hard to pull a wagon, I thought to myself. I began to feel sorry for them and asked Mare if maybe we should get off the wagon and walk, so as to lighten the load a bit. "I doubt you would make much of a difference, pup. Mare, however, would be a different story." The larger of the two (Michael?) spoke and joined his brother in another gale of whinnied laughter. "That would be a horse of a different color." I groaned at the excruciating pun and looked up at Mare, expecting her temper to flare. Instead she just laughed along with them and threatened to buy a riding crop at the next village. "What, you've already worn your old one out? You just bought it a week ago, Red." Chet snorted merrily at Mare's all over blush. "Hush Chet, or I shall wear one out on you and you alone." I decided not to inquire about the exchange and settled myself in Mare's lap to enjoy the trip. I drifted off to sleep gazing at the muscular legs, broad backs, and cute (yes, cute) behinds of our kindly team. The moon was rising when I awoke, curled up in a soft bedroll beside the dying fire. My headache was gone and only my severe hunger remained. The camp seemed deserted so I rummaged through Mare's pack for something to gnaw on. A slight noise from the underbrush made me jump back and crouch, a low growl rising in my throat. To my intense relief, Chet made his way back into the camp to sit by the fire and poke at it. He fed it some twigs and looked up, seemingly noticing me for the first time. "Hello, pup, did you get enough sleep?" He smiled at me, his long face making the smile look odd. "Um, yeah, thanks." I stammered a little, noticing that he was unsheathed. I tried not to stare, but it was so big! Can you see a blush underneath a coat of fur? He could. I looked away in embarrassment, remembering the fact that I was p[art fem, after all. He tingle in my stomach was pleasant but foreign to me. The rustle and sigh from the bushes sounded again and I broke eye-contact with Chet for a second to glance that way. He smiled at me and sighed. "It is them, for sure." He sighed. "Who? It is whom, horsie?" I was enflamed with curiosity. "Your Mare and my brother, of course. How do you think she got the nickname?" His snicker was too much. I crawled over to the edge of the clearing and peered into the dimness that had produced the sounds of passion. I saw my savior and love mounted upon the thick, massive meat of the horse-morph Michael. She was enjoying herself immensely, moaning and writhing as she repeatedly impaled herself on him. I felt a gentle touch on my rear end as Chet's voice tickled my left ear. "She is lovely, no?" he whispered hoarsely. "Yes, she is….and most desirable, Chet." I turned to look at him in confusion. He read my expression and smiled. "I am more interested in my own sex, pup." I cocked my head at him. "You would call me gay, in your world." His miserable blush tugged at my heart. "I like guys….morph or human, vampire or living…I like guys, pup." He smiled shyly and turned away. What was I thinking? I automatically reached for him and hugged him to me, holding him tight. His sweaty pelt and thumping heart called to the fem in me. I was becoming aroused against my will…and I didn't mind. He was tragic and sweet, this horse of a different color. "I am part male, Chet." I smiled up at him as I stroked his swelling member. He pulled away from me and blushed deeper, covering himself from my gaze. I snorted in arousal and decided to pursue the point. "Thou art a holy one among furries, pup. You possess the capacity to experience both sides of our corporeal existence. I could never presume to impose myself upon you." He looked so cute and demure, huddling in upon himself that way. "Even if I insist, Chet?" I stared at him with a desire that surprised even me. I cursed and blessed my ambiguity at once, then discarded it as irrelevant. I tugged at the cotton dress that Mare had given me to cover my nakedness. It fell to the ground, leaving me bare and slightly aroused. Chet raised an eyebrow and smiled shyly. I leaped over the boundaries of preference and tickled myself idly with my fore claw. My cock jumped in sympathetic arousal as it unsheathed for him, joining his own outward arousal by pulsing in time with my heartbeat. He stared at me for a moment, then leaned over and touched my glistening erection tentatively. He drew back when it jumped, but returned to lick it gently, smiling when I sighed in pleasure and leaned back to offer him more access. I watched as his own package grew to enormous proportions. "Time to explore new things, kid." I told myself as I reached for his swelling shaft. I was dripping from my pussy with desire as I took his magnificent cock in my fore paws and gently stroked it up-and-down. His gasp of surprise and pleasure spurred me on to do more to it. I licked the head and giggled nervously as he bucked his hips, trying to come in contact with my tongue. "You like that?" I teased. He snorted a very horse-like comment under his breath and engulfed my cock in his soft lips and mouth. I never knew such pleasure existed in any realm. I returned the favor as much as I could by sucking his massive member into my mouth, surprising myself by taking the better part of it into my mouth and down my throat. He moaned passionately and worked my own shaft into his mouth, massaging it with soft fore hands and swishing his tail in excitement. I pulled away from him and settled between his legs, stroking his meat in total abandon. "I've never done this before, Chet." I was understandably confused at my extreme arousal. "You don't have to do anything, blessed one." His words caused me pause for a half-second, then I resumed my ministrations to his growing tower. "I want to, Chet…you are sweet and lovely and I like the way you smile." I gazed at him over the head of his cock. I licked around the head like I had seen so many girls do to my own cock, then tried to engulf as much of him as I could. My throat muscles clenched in protest but I persisted, taking eight of his thirteen inches into my mouth and throat. I moaned softly as I drew back to look at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing rapidly, his massive chest rising and falling in a sweetly desperate rhythm that spurred me on to do more for him. I licked the length of him while I stroked him gently, watching him clench his eyes shut at his approaching orgasm. "I can stop, I you wish, dear horse….." I couldn't resist teasing him a bit. I tickled his shapely ass while I played with the huge penis before me, enjoying an abandon that I had denied myself until now. "You would be most cruel to this poor draft animal if you were to deprive me of your tenderness, Mistress Phae," he moaned in a whispery voice. My eyes were glowing like coals as I moved against him, stroking him rapidly and watching his eye-lids flutter in approaching climax. Suddenly he arched his back and thrust into my fore paws, letting loose with a shower of sticky semen that covered my arms, face, and breasts…dripping down off of my muzzle onto my thighs. Michael's deep voice startled us both as he spoke from the darkness at the edge of the clearing. "You are full of surprises, pup. What else have you in store for us, hmmm?" I heard Mare giggle softly in the darkness behind him as he strode back into the fading firelight. Gazing softly at Chet, I rose above his supine figure and pushed against his semi-erect tool with my own rock-hard member. Grabbing him by the head, I straddled him and rubbed his cock-head against my pussy and ass. I suddenly couldn't decide where to put him. Chet made that decision for me as he thrust into my ass, causing me to cry out in desire and pain. "I'm sorry, dear little pup!" He started to pull out of me and away…I held him close and shushed him. Looking at Michael and Mare in petty defiance, I slid myself down onto Chet and stroked myself. I pulled and rubbed my cock in an effort to ease the pain from such a massive intrusion into myself. The gasp of envy I heard from Mare was satisfying indeed. Then I found that the pain had lessened, and a strange but wonderful pleasure had taken its place. I grinded myself against him as my ass-cheeks met his sweaty pelvis, my own erection throbbing and waving around aimlessly. "I am giving Chet what he needs, I think..." I spoke breathlessly but clearly as I started to move up and down on this new sensation. Mare laughed out loud and strode onto the firelight, naked and lovely. She took hold of my cock and stroked it, making my body quiver. She then stated that I had been caught in a common but effective ploy of these two brothers. I stopped in mid-thrust and looked at her. "Chet is playing with your tender affections; dear pup….he is bisexual. We have enjoyed many sessions together. But do not let me stop you." Her smile was eager and enticing, so I changed positions. Pulling Chet from my ass, I rubbed his glistening head against my pussy, and then grunted as I shoved myself down upon him. Michael had stepped further into the firelight, and I felt his admiring eyes upon my body. My belly was touching Chet's and my member was trapped between us in a sweet deadlock. I threw caution and inhibitions to the winds and raised my tail, wagging it at Michael. I raised my shapely ass a little and panted at him and Mare. They both moved to me and Mare took hold of my throbbing desire, while Michael walked around behind me; caressing my back and ass with a practiced hand. I couldn't resist pushing into his touch as I pumped myself against Chet. Michael then positioned himself behind me and I felt the wet, throbbing head of his own cock rubbing against my ass. By this time I did not care what happened, I was a purely sexual being and only wanted to please and be pleased. Mare leaned over and licked my cock as Michael sunk into my ass with his massive member. I shivered with passion and pushed back into the penetration, gasping at the feel of two hot slabs of meat within me, and the pleasure of Mare's sweet lips upon my own maleness. All the thoughts of normalcy and conformity from my past in another realm were then discarded; this is where I wanted to be. This is where I belonged. I cried out in orgasm as the three lovers gave me such pleasure as I had never before experienced. I felt the brothers' copious splash of scalding cum against my cervix and in my bowels, causing me to thrust up into Mare's waiting mouth to do some splashing of my own. She moaned and drank all of it. I felt a slight pang of jealousy because I thought that maybe I was missing out on something, still. But who knows what the future holds? We curled up and nuzzled each other till we slept soundly.