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A short mouse traveled with a green cloak at her back while wind blew through her black fur. Clear blue eyes watched the wind passing through the leaves, rustling them along with the long branches of the trees before she turned her attention towards the great expanse in front of her. Verna found herself away from home in the ageless forest for her daily bit of exploration. Out here, out here she was free to explore as she desired no matter how dangerous the people back at home might make it seem. At her side, she had a pack full of what she needed to navigate the ageless forest without getting herself lost like an idiot-- and possibly dying. She fished through that very pack, moving aside a canteen and pulling out the old dusty map that she had drawn with her grandmother so long ago. The burrow where she lived was somewhere off towards the mountains in the south where the safest portions of the forest were, meaning, where the least interesting things were. There were settlements around that area with other mice, rats and rabbits looking out to protect that area, but that wasn't what she was interested in. Her grandmother and herself had been interested in something much different. Verna had been raised on stories of creatures and monsters that had threatened the settlements and even the burrow itself at one point. Her eyes still lit up when she heard tales of mice fighting off hoards of creatures that betrayed expectation. It was with this interest in those beasts that she explored the deeper parts of the forest to find them. She especially liked to sketch them out if she could and figure out what made them tick, not that she was some sort of great scientist, she was more of an adventurer with a knack for cataloging and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone stop her from doing what she enjoyed. With a claw, she tapped at the spot that she wanted to head to and looked up from her map toward an expanse of forest that thickened with more branches that created a shadowy stark difference to the sunshine she was standing in. She was heading in to find herself a Tor, and goodness she expected to have a great time.

Verna's steps crunched on leaves and branches alike making plenty of noise until she got to the darkness. Once she reached it, she trotted along the darkened portion of the forest with care and what noise she made came from the subtle in and out of her breathing that she could not quiet unless she wanted to stop living. Through the darkened wood she made her way crouching and looking about with a paw on her dagger at her belt and her ears raised high. She had just stepped in, but she knew the risks of being in this neck of the woods and respected that well. Grandma had always said to never fear nature, but respect it and respect it Verna did.

As she made her way deeper into the forest she found that interesting quirk of this part of the ageless forest start to show. The trees turned gnarled and blackened with their branches curling and their leaves flecked with glowing blue along the edges. A smile crept up her cheeks as she saw the glowing blue of the leaves spread into the scenery. The very same blue that touched the leaves, began to sing along the bark and twist into the grass even with strange flowers and plants. It was an entirely different world here in this portion of the forest, and she loved it.

In the other part of the forest she could hear the wind howling, birds chirping and other feral animals moving about their business, but here the land seemed to be devoid of sound and life. The wind never kissed the leaves or the grass and the sunlight never made it through the thick canopy of strange blue leaves. The trees themselves seemed to be alive and she swore despite the lack of wind she saw the branches curling out like arms tired of remaining in one position for too long. It was an eerie sort of place that disturbed many but only made her curious.

Monsters were her main interest, but a nearby flower caught her eye. It had bright blue and purple petals that seemed to shine and shimmer with sunlight that did not exist. The stem curled up a tree where little roots pressed into the tree to keep it anchored and safe. Verna grew further curious as she saw little spores fall from the flowers open bulb, spores that were glowing in the dim light of the forest. She stood before it and fished through her pack for her notebook hoping above all else that she would be able to sketch it undisturbed and uneaten.

Just as she felt her paw grazing what she needed in her pack, she heard a sound that brought a shiver up her spine. She turned quickly as she heard a roar loud enough to shake the leaves passing her ears. She looked to the flower once more before frowning and turning to the sudden sound. She started walking carefully towards the noise, but the baying of the beast suddenly took a turn in tone that to her sounded like pain and her curiosity sparked into a quickening flame along her chest and she could not stop herself from sprinting towards the source of the noise. Whatever it was, it would be something interesting at least.

With perked ears and raised tail, she continued through the strange forest ignoring everything in favor of that noise that seemed to grow more restless by the second. Verna soon found herself in a clearing covered in bramble bushes that had long vines strewn about the ground. She would normally avoid such a place for fear of getting caught, but her eyes were glued to the field as she saw the source of the roaring. There at the center was a creature with a canine body and a diamond-shaped head. Four glowing red eyes opened and closed slowly as the grey-furred beast tried to bring itself from the bramble vines only to yowl in pain and fall over defeated by its situation. Perhaps it had been chasing prey, or maybe it could have been running away, but either way, it was stuck in a mixture of vine and thorn. More than that, this beast was the creature she had been looking for: a Tor.

Verna scrambled through her pack for her notebook and something to draw in it but paused as she heard the creature utter out a pathetic whine. She looked up to see the beast was staring at her with four pleading eyes. At this point, the beast was on its stomach and was entirely still except for the rising and falling of its breathing. She chewed on her cheek and sucked in a breath as she saw blood dripping from its body in places where it had tried to struggle too much against the tightening bramble. She could sketch this scene, but that would be cruel. Setting aside her pack on a rock where it would be safe, she reached to her belt and pulled her dagger out before taking a deep breath and calling out to the beast, "I'm coming to help okay? Be good and I'll cut you out...But you leave those pretty fangs of yours in your mouth, got it big guy?"

The creature only let out a terrible whine that cut through her heart like a knife through butter, "Goddess be good...Just wait right there big guy I'm coming." And with that said, she began her trek through the bramble to try and free a beast that could snap her in half.

Verna inched her way through the bramble, stepping over vines and moving to avoid any pointy bits while heading towards the sharp end of a lithe monster with fangs the size of her head. As if to demonstrate, the creature let out a mournful noise while opening its mouth wide. Every single row of sawtooth fangs were on display and she couldn't help but feel her heart thump as she found herself just a few steps away from that maw. Slowly, she inched the dagger towards the beast and paused when she saw that it was staring at the knife. It rumbled and she saw its long tail start to lash about, but it did not try to snap at her. When she felt safe enough, she slowly edged the dagger against the vines caught around the creature's leg and she started to cut away.

The beast had quieted down as soon as she started to cut away at the vines. Where she began, the vines were tightly packed around the Tor's leg as if they had been quilted in a knot. It was a horrible tangle that needed to be hacked at, but she moved slowly as to not cut into the creature's hind leg. Bit by bit she began to free the monster's leg and she then moved to work on the other portions. The monster's rumbling growl turned into a strange excitable chirring. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but as she moved to the creature's front paw, it nudged her lightly with its head.

At first, she thought the motion might have been a mistake, but again it bumped its head against her as she knelt down and she had to smile just a bit. With one careful paw, she moved to stroke through the fur of the creature's snout, carefully scratching the skin beneath before turning back to her work. The front wasn't as bad as the back. The vines had only tangled and caught around the creature's limb here rather than turning into some sort of knotted mess. When she finished, the beast began to rise and she felt her heart rate rising along with it.

Rather than stay still, she moved to pull the bramble vines from the beast's back and watched in amazement as it shook itself and stretched before raising its head to let out a howl that shook the leaves of the trees and sent her onto her rear. Verna watched with wide eyes as the creature lowered its head and turned to look at her with those four red eyes. She was holding her breath while the beast slowly leaned in until its sharp snout was touching her nose and right about now she was wondering if she had finally gotten herself into some sort of trouble she couldn't get out of and if she'd be meeting her late grandmother right about now.

The Tor opened its massive maw and that was when she expected the end. She could at least admire the amazing fangs on the beast before her. Verna felt shocked when the creature didn't snap down on her. Instead of biting her, the creature's tongue slapped against her cheek and nearly knocked her over onto her back. She winced and looked to see the beast with closed maw staring at her with those bright orbs. Heart racing, she raised her paw to feel over the creature's snout, careful as she could be and allowing herself to panic and be excited all at once.

Befriending a monster of the ageless forest was akin to a fairy tale. It was never heard of, never seen and certainly, no one had been dumb enough to try it, but here she was stroking through the fur of a wild Tor and watching it coo and purr like a common pet. When she got up, the creature turned away and began to walk. She expected to be on her own way, but the monster paused and turned its head to her. It let out a huff and its tail flicked from side to side. Verna moved to reclaim her bag and watched as the beast continued to make noises at her. Finally, she decided to move towards the monster with careful steps and marveled at the fact that it started to walk as well. Did it want to lead her somewhere? It might not seem like the best idea, but there was a chance to learn something new and excitement was always welcome. Following a beast into the abyss shouldn't be that bad.

Verna walked at the side of the monster and watched it with curious eyes. Its great lumbering form seemed to be limping and she couldn't help but wonder if she could do something to ease the pain it must be going through. Surely she had something in her pack. At this point, she really wished she had learned something about healing magic back at home. Verna heard the creature's steps stop suddenly and she froze in place. Removing her paw from her pack she looked up to see that the creature was staring at something. She followed its sharp snout all the way to the very same flower she had been trying to sketch before hearing the beast roar. Was this the same flower? It could be, but it could also just be another of the same kind.

More importantly, why did the creature lead her here? Verna watched as the beast shook itself before stepping into the light produced by the flower. With a careful motion, it brought its front paws onto the tree and pressed its snout into the flower before letting its tongue out to flick against the center of the flower. She watched with fascination as the creature's wounds began to close and she could not tear her eyes away even as she rummaged around her pack blindly for pen and notebook. Verna sat there on the grass and dirt with her knees drawn up and her notebook resting in her lap as she began to detail and sketch the scene before her. The flower had some sort of healing property and Verna guessed that it might be the nectar or it might be the seeds, either way, it was fascinating and captured her fancy. The creature finished before her sketch was done, but she had enough there that she could clearly remember what the creature was doing and how it looked. Her eyes were now glued to the paper, ignoring the hulking monster that moved towards her to curl around her and lie down while watching what she was doing. Verna was in her own little world.

When she finished, she looked at the drawing and the notes she had taken. Surely she could put a name to this flower when she got home, but more importantly was the fact that it served as a place of healing for wounded animals, or perhaps just this one. Verna wondered if it was only the Tor that knew of the healing properties of the flower, or if the beast was the only one whose body could handle whatever the flower had to offer. Lost in thought, she leaned back and squeaked as the back of her head hit the body of the Tor that had been at one point nursing from the flower.

Verna's artistic trance had been broken and the realization hit her that she had been reclining against a beast that could snap her in two. Interestingly, the creature seemed intent in lying there with her rather than trying to kill her. Even when she moved the creature remained curled around her leaving enough room for her to wiggle out if she desired.

Feeling suddenly unsure and nervous, she got up from her grassy seat to start moving while dusting herself off, "Well, it was nice of you to show me something so interesting and it was great to be around you for so long without you snapping my head off, but I do think it is time I get back home. Everyone is probably worried and everyone might wonder if I'm dead or not. I do hope to meet you again though."

With her excuse given, she started to walk away from the creature with her eyes set firmly on the path that would take her home, but she squeaked as she felt something heavy trap her tail. She turned to see the creature with both paws on her tail and its head atop of its paws as it looked as if it were poised to pounce. Death called and rang her number aloud in her heart and mind as she felt her body start pumping with adrenaline ready to fly into action, except she was already trapped.

Verna yelped and yelled as the beast pounced on her. She was thrown on her front and she rolled onto her back with her heart hammering against her chest as she tried to scramble away, but could not. The beast brought its full weight down on her with its chest pressing down on her body and it growled as she tried to pull away. Now that she was trapped beneath the beast, she shut her eyes and trembled as she expected to feel jaws on her head, but just like before she only felt the creature's tongue lapping against her cheek. Opening her eyes, she saw that the Tor's maw open and its tongue flicking out against her again and again. She sighed but soon found herself gasping as the creature's tongue started to dip lower against her chest and then lower still until that wet thing was between her legs and against a rather sensitive place.

Feeling flustered and embarrassed, she placed her paws between her now upturned legs and pressed down on the creature's snout, "Just what do you think you're doing down there?! I'm not some sort of candy prize to be taken!"

The beast grunted and looked up at her with those four knowing eyes as it planted its chin on her crotch. She saw it nudge and nuzzle at her body and she wondered what was stopping it from doing what it wanted? It certainly wasn't her paws on its nose because she could easily be overpowered, so then, why was it pausing in its advance? Feeling awkward now, she wondered if maybe the creature just wanted to thank her. It wasn't as if anyone would see her here doing this with a monster. With that thought, she slowly moved her paws off of the creature's snout and narrowed her eyes, "Hm, well...On second thought, I don't see the problem in indulging a bit. Just give me a warning next time big guy."

Verna kept the frown on her face right where it was and spread her legs for the creature. The Tor cooed as it opened its maw to plant it very carefully on her crotch, its tongue sliding against her cunt. Slowly, the beast dragged its tongue up and down against her outer folds before pressing inside. She squeaked as she felt the tip of the tongue twist and press against her entrance before stretching her apart as it slipped in deeper and deeper before the beast pulled out to drag back up and then down her slit.

Verna's toes were curling in, her paw gripping the hood of her cloak to pull it over her mouth to muffle her moaning. She hadn't expected this type of attention from the beast and certainly hadn't expected it to feel so good. Again and again the beast continued to twist and pull its tongue in and out of her pussy and her insides clenched to that wet tongue. Her breath came out panting and one of her paws clawed at the ground as she tried to regain control of herself, but she couldn't keep herself calm. She had to moan and squeak as if the beast were playing her like some sort of instrument with that tongue of his.

Every so often, the creature would pull its tongue free of her pussy only to shoot it all the way inside of her, letting that flexible muscle remain inside of her before pulling it out slowly. Verna's face was flushed beneath the fur and her eyes were half-lidded and dreamy as she found herself growing ever so closer to an orgasm, but the beast denied her that.

Verna looked up when she suddenly felt the absence of the creature's tongue and it didn't soon return. The beast had taken its tongue from her cunt and was staring at her with those sharp eyes. Their gazes locked only for a moment as the beast moved to drag itself over her. She squeaked as two claws dug into the ground near her head and then again as she saw the creature's cock resting against her stomach. A fat red member sat on her and heavy balls brushing against her leg.

She trembled as she could feel the warm twitching thing against her stomach and she reached to feel over it while whistling, "I don't know if this will fit...But by the Goddess do I want to try."

As if the beast could understand her, he brought himself back so the tip of his cock edged against her entrance. Verna watched with wide eyes and her tail curled in preparation for the pain she assumed she had coming. The beast let out a wild howl and thrust half of his cock deep inside of her. The motion jolted her forward and brought a surge of sensations along her spine that she barely had time to register. Verna found herself moaning and crying out both curses and blessings as the beast pounded her raw. More than half of his member slammed inside of her with every thrust and the Tor only seemed to try and force more and more inside of her. Verna found herself unable to express her surprise at being able to take every inch of the creature's cock as her mind turned blank from the sudden pounding she found herself taking.

She had been so close before that the sudden rush of pain and pleasure that hit her like a storm barely mattered as she found her climax rising through her mind and falling like a hammer down back to her body. Verna gasped and hissed as she suddenly felt the creature's cock grow at the base, the knot tying them together as the creature flopped atop of her. She thought to strike the creature for giving her such a sudden rutting but found that she could only moan weakly, her toes splayed as hot cum poured inside of her.

"Oh fuck." She sighed as she laid back with her eyes fluttering and her claws digging into the grass.

When she adjusted to the feeling of being filled by the monster's cock, she brought herself up on her elbows and looked up at the beast, "Listen, I'm glad that you waited for permission, but was being so rough necessary? Could have at least taken it easy at first."

The beast simply flopped atop of her making it rather hard to stay up. With a sigh, she allowed herself to lie there while she looked to the side at the forest encroaching around them. She definitely wanted to visit this beast again out in the forest, and more than that, she wondered if she could somehow sneak the creature home.