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When it rains, it pours...

It was one of those dingy, wet and cold November nights. It had already rained when he came back from work, and now it was pouring down. Hank had taken his nightcap at his usual bar and was now on his way home. It hadn't been the same since she was gone. She had stayed for a while and they had had a lot of fun together, but she was a restless spirit.

"Travelers should not be delayed."

That's what his grandmother had always said. Hurk had not been happy, but knew he would not be able to stop her. He fervently hoped she would return someday. Hank had discussed long and hard with Hurk that they would deal with it, and that Hank would find other ways for Hurk to vent.

So far, he had been unsuccessful. Hurk was just out of his league for most women, and even the ones who were up for it... well let's put it this way... Monetary compensation can't make up for everything either.

Hank sat in his truck driving through the dark, rain soaked streets. He was lost in his thoughts when he saw a splash of color in all the black and gray. For a moment, hope sprouted. Could it be...

In the shelter of a bus stop, someone had huddled in the corner. The person wore a thin, garishly patterned windbreaker and had pulled it tightly around him. Hardly the right clothing for this weather. It was already much too late, the last bus had left hours ago. Hank stopped at the bus stop. He opened the window and called over to the person.

"Where are you going?"

The person didn't respond at first. Hank wondered if maybe he should get off to look. He knew that this was definitely a ploy to commit robberies on motorists. He was less worried about it. His truck was so old, no one would steal it, and most of the local criminals knew him well enough not to try something like this. He called out again.

"Hey... You can't stay here, you'll catch your death. Where are you going, I'll give you a ride."

Now the person moved. She lifted her head slightly and looked over at him. It was hard to pin down an exact age, but the exaggerated makeup, colorful hair, and piercings tended to suggest a rather young person. She shook her head and was about to lower it again when Hank called out once more.

"Now come on over here. I'll drop you off where you want. You can't stay here. It's not safe and besides, it's getting way too cold."

*Hehehehe like it's safer in here... Shut up Hurk, we're just dropping him off somewhere. We're not playing games. You got that?... we'll see...*

Hank's expression darkened for a moment.

*No, we won't.*

The person in the stop hesitated, but when Hank finally opened the door she gave a jerk and came running to the truck. She hurriedly got in and pulled the door shut behind her. Only now could Hank see that she was completely soaked.

"Oh..."

Escaped him and he quickly stripped off his leather jacket.

"Take off those wet clothes and put these on. You'll catch your death."

He said quietly before focusing back on the road. His jacket was hesitantly accepted.

"Where are you going? Where do you want me to drop you off?"

He asked as clothes rustled beside him. The slapping sound as the completely soaked clothes fell to the floor of the truck revealed how wet the person underneath the clothes must be. No answer came to his question. When he heard the zipper of his jacket, he looked over briefly. His passenger had huddled in the corner of the cab, knees drawn up to below his chin and arms wrapped around them.

Clearly completely terrified and probably half-frozen. He turned up the heat and tried again.

"So. Where do you want to go? Come on, talk to me, I won't bite."

*You don't, I'd quite like to... Hurk shut up, you're the last person I need here right now... hehehehe...*

"mmmrmrmmnnrm..."

The muttering was lost in the collar of the jacket and the constant sound of the engine. Hank looked questioningly at his passenger.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you."

A nose and mouth briefly became visible.

"I have nowhere to go."

Was this simple statement before the head sank back into the collar of the jacket. The voice was young. Too young to be living on the streets. He wasn't quite sure what gender his passenger was, but he was leaning toward a young woman huddled in the corner of his passenger cabin. Hank closed his eyes briefly and stopped the truck. He turned around and waited a moment. He ran through the possibilities in his mind. Run away from home, kicked out of home... he discarded the others, the condition was still too good for that. To the police, to Child Protective Services, home? None of the possibilities felt right at the moment.

*Take her with you. If she ran away, she won't want to go home, she'll have her reasons. If she was kicked out, the family won't want her back. Neither police nor youth welfare office will help there. You know that as well as I do.*

Gritting his teeth, he had to agree with Hurk. There would be no satisfactory solution that night. However, he didn't have a good feeling about the idea of taking a young woman home with him. He didn't know where else to take her, though.

"OK, I'll make you a deal. You can crash on my couch for the night. Until your clothes are dry again. There's also a hot shower and something to eat. Tomorrow we'll see what we'll do with you."

For a moment, it seemed to him that his passenger's eyes lit up. All he got in response was a slight nod. He smiled.

"Fine, but don't give me any ideas. OK?"

Another nod. Hank nodded, too. Their destination agreed, Hank drove on. The road to his home wasn't long, but spending it in complete silence felt strange.

"Come a little closer to the air intakes, warm up a little. And tell me, why is someone like you sitting lonely at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere at night, in the rain?"

His voice seemed calm and collected. It was a moment before he heard his passenger shifting on the heater vent.

"I ran away from home."

She muttered. And yes it was definitely a she. And judging by the tone of her voice, she was not at all happy about the situation. She held her hands over the heater vent and ever so often rubbed them together. Hank kept his eyes on the road as he asked.

"Trouble with the parents?"

She shook her head. Droplets of rain flung from her hair onto Hanks arms from the shaking.

"No...they're not my parents...It's some foster family."

She spoke extremely softly, as if she almost didn't want to be heard. Hank nodded silently, he knew parts of this system and knew it was completely insufficient, at least in part. There were in essence only two options.

"Abuse or neglect?"

He finally asked. She shifted uncomfortably remaining muted. She looked down at her hands, still on the heater vent.

"It's OK, you don't have to tell me. I'm Hank. What's your name?"

She remained silent for a while, looking at him. It was almost as if she had to check if he was worth this information first. Finally, she said softly.

"Natalie, but everyone just calls me Nats."

Hank looked over at her for a moment. The unfortunate pronounciation possibilities for that name did imply a rather unplassant circumstance.

"Nats? Well that's nice..."

She shrugged her shoulders. He smiled slightly before asking.

"What do you want me to call you?"

Again, it took a while for her to answer, she seemed to mull over the question. Needed to assess if he really meant it or not. Hank, meanwhile, turned into his street.

"You're welcome to call me Nats. That's all right, I've gotten used to it."

Still her voice sounded almost toneless. Hank nodded.

„OK. It's Nats then."

His voice sounded warm and benevolent. He parked in front of his house and stopped the engine. It was still raining quite heavyly and so Hank rummaged behind the seat for something. He finally pulled out a tarp.

"Here take this so you don't get wet right back."

He said calmly and picked up the wet clothes from the floor. He pointed to the house that was only a short sprint away through the rain.

"We are here. Mi casa est su casa."

Nats looked out the window. The house wasn't very big, but it looked friendly. She took the tarp and held it over her head and opened the door. Hank got out and ran after her. The rain had let up a little, but it was no less cold. By the time he got to the door, his t-shirt was completely wet and virtually see-through. Nats was standing at the door waiting for him. He reached for the doorknob and just opened the door. He didn't lock it on principle. Nobody who wasn't completely crazy broke into his house. There was nothing to take from him, and the damage burglars would do by breaking down his door would be greater than the damage they could do by stealing. Nats looked at him a little startled.

"Don't you lock the door?"

She asked in a surprised manner. Hank shook his head and smiled.

"No one breaks in here."

He said calmly and entered the house. With purposeful grips he turned on the light, hung his key on a hook on the wall and reached for a towel hanging on the jacket rack and roughly rubbed his head dry. He took off his shoes and put them next to the door. Nats came hesitantly into the hallway. She took down the tarp and looked around.

"Where to...?"

Hank smiled and accepted the tarp and folded it. Then he stowed it in the umbrella stand. Nats was about to take off the jacket, but Hank gently stopped her. He feared she might be naked.

"I'll go get them some clothes and then you can take a hot shower first. Warm up your bones a little."

He said and walked down the hall to his bedroom. Nats took off her shoes and socks, which were all completely soaked. She took a few steps down the hall and looked into the first door. The living room by the looks of it. Across the hall, Hank came out of the door carrying sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Here, they'll be way too big for you, of course, but I don't want you to have to walk around here naked until your clothes are dry."

Nats took the clothes and smiled slightly. Hank nodded and led the way to the bathroom. He turned on the light and put her wet clothes in the washing machine.

"You can put the rest in the machine, too. Just let it run. We'll put the clothes in the dryer later. Towels are there in the closet. If you need anything just call."

Said Hank with a grin and left the bathroom. Quietly he closed the door behind himself and went back to the Bedroom to get himself a dry shirt first. After that he walked into the kitchen.

*Are you thinking the same thing I'm thinking?... I can guess what you're thinking and no, I'm certainly not thinking the same thing! You keep your hands off her!... Why? She's there, I want my fun!... Have you looked at the little one?... Yes I have, she's delicious. I want her... The fuck you will. She's way too small, way too young. You'll break her!... We'll see...*

Hank hated it when Hurk interfered. But this time he would really have to watch out. The little one would never survive a night with Hurk. He concentrated on scraping together a small dinner. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, some hashbrowns... more breakfast than dinner, but hey, better than nothing.

Nats, meanwhile, was in the shower. Her slender figure looked lost in the large shower, but she enjoyed the feel of the hot water on her. She wasn't sure what to make of Hank. He seemed nice enough. He hadn't yet made any attempts to get his hands on her or made any lewd comments. He seemed genuinely concerned. Maybe she could stay here for a few days before the cops inevitably took her back to that awful foster home.

"Only two more months. Then they can all go fuck themselves."

She told herself as she leaned her head against the wall and let the water run down her back. She looked down at herself. She was actually quite presentable, even if she didn't see herself that way. She was slim, more than slim, she was bordering on malnutrition. Not that she wasn't hungry, but the slop that was available at her foster home couldn't be eaten. She touched her forearms. Now that her almost white fur was completely wet one could see the many scars well again. She would have to dry herself well so Hank wouldn't see them. The scars on her belly and thighs were also much more noticeable now.

"What stress can do to you..."

Had said the child therapist. Pah stress... what mental cruelty did to one was more like it. Admittedly, her foster parents had never laid a hand on her. What they had done had been much worse. They had punished her with contempt. If you persuaded a small child long enough that it was the last shit, then a child believed this at some point. And if the child then tries to lighten the burden of the parents and get itself out of the way, then there is only more trouble and more contempt.

She slid down the wall and sat in the shower. Slowly, she ran her finger down each scar. Each one of them a cry for help. Each one of them unheard.

At some point, a child stops calling.

She had been through multiple suicide attempts. None of them had ever been really thought through. Actually, she didn't want to die, but... well, maybe it was the easiest alternative.

In any case easier than returning to this so called family.

She laid her head back against the wall and let the water splash on her face. It washed away the tears.

There was a light knock on the door. Nats didn't hear it at first.

"Nats? Are you all right?"

Hank's voice sounded muffled through the door. When she didn't answer, he knocked again, this time a little louder.

"Nats?"

She still didn't respond. She was used to being ignored and didn't care any further. It wasn't until Hank was standing at the shower with a hand in front of his eyes and a very concerned look on his face that she couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Girl, what's wrong, I was worried."

It didn't sound reproachful, it sounded genuinely concerned. She looked up at him, and she could no longer suppress her crying. She began to sob. Hank took a deep breath and got into the shower. He slid down on the floor next to her and opened his arms.

"Come here."

That's all he needed to say. It was the first time in her life, someone cared for her. Normally, if she was found crying, she was just been ignored. In this case, her foster-mom would have just turned of the water and left without a word. This time, there was someone, who shared her grieve, who wanted to help her. It was of no matter, that this person was a complete stranger. She crawled onto his lap and literally crawled into him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"It's all right. Let it out."

He said softly as he sat in the shower with the crying girl.

Silently he stroked her back and gave her the time she needed. There was no need for dialogue. There was just the need for support. She buried herself deeper and deeper into his chest and stayed there. Ever so often she was shaken by convulsions and sobbing. After a while, Hank turned off the water and fished for a towel. She looked so tiny on him. How old might she be? It was hard to guess by her slender build. The piercings in her ears and eyebrow suggested she was older than she first appeared. He covered her with the towel and continued to stroke her back over it. Exactly how long they sat like that he couldn't say. But as it began to get cold, he decided that now was the time to dry off and get dressed again.

"Hey Nats, what do you think about clothes and food?"

He asked while rubbing her back. She lifted her head slightly and looked at him from completely puffy eyes, her lower lips still quivering.

"Oh my...that looks cruel."

He said softly, dabbing the tears from her cheek with the tip of the towel. His harmless smile brought an implied smile from her. It felt heartwarming.

*Oh man, have you seen those little tits. I want to suck on them. ... Hurk shut up. Sex is the last thing she needs right now... Who cares what she needs? ... Hurk, NO! End of discussion. ... Who is discussing here? ... I'm warning you!*

"Come on, get up girl, dry off, I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

Said Hank and helped Nats to stand up. It was surprising that she didn't directly cover herself completely when she finally realized that she had probably been sitting naked, on the lap of a complete stranger, in the shower for half an hour or more. She merely tightened the towel around herself and nodded. Hank closed his eyes as she stood before him. There had to be at least that much decency. Not that he hadn't seen it all anyway, but he didn't want to give his body any more time to form a suitable reaction to a naked, wet girl right before his eyes. Not to mention, making it even more embarassing for her. He slowly and laboriously stood up and took off the soaking wet t-shirt while still in the bathroom and threw it into the sink.

She could clearly see the many scars on his back. He wasn't overly muscular now, but the physique of the bear in front of her was already frightening. His massive frame, compared to her petite figure made it look like the biblical image of David versus Goliath. Still dripping, Hank left the bathroom, leaving her alone. He hadn't been out of the bathroom long before she slowly walked to the sink and grabbed the shirt. Even though it was completely soaked, his smell still clung to it. She took it and sniffed it. The tangy, mochus-like smell that clung to the shirt did something to her. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but she had noticed it just now when she had been sitting on his lap. On the one hand, the smell was reassuring. It made her feel safe, secure. On the other hand, it stimulated her. She felt herself drawn to the smell, or perhaps rather to the person who gave off that smell, it created a warmth and it excited her. She had never known anything like it before. She put the shirt back and went to the door. On the way over she lost the towel, she was to focused on the task at hand, to even notice. His leather jacket was still hanging there. She opened it and sniffed the lining inside. Yes, the smell was much stronger here. That she hadn't noticed that earlier... She resisted the urge to put the jacket back on. She was content for the moment to inhale the smell deeply. The feeling in her stomach made her smile. It was a sort of tingle. Deep inside. It made her shudder. It was a nice but hitherto completely unknown feeling and she wanted more of it. She indulged in the feeling for a moment before realizing that she was already touching herself the whole time. Embarrassed, she let go of the jacket and herself.

Hank was sitting naked in his bedroom. His wet pants and underwear were in the hamper and he stared at his reflection on the dressers mirror. From the mirror, Hurk stared back.

*Why do you want to spoil my fun? You know exactly where this is going... Yes exactly, I know where it is going. And that's exactly why I won't let you have your fun... I'll restrain myself. I can do that by now. It worked with her too... That's something different, she was a grown woman who could have defended herself at any time. Who was superior to you in every way and, to make matters worse, was into it when you touched her roughly ... And what should be the difference now? ... The girl in the bathroom is probably 14 or 15 years old, she has nothing to stand up to you. You're going to break her, figuratively and literally... You're exaggerating... oh yeah? Am I? Do I have to remind you? Again? ... No, it's okay, I know what happened then... Good, then this topic is finally closed now? ... no it's not. You want it too. Or do you want to tell me that between your legs is a salami? ... You can't compare the completely normal reaction of my body to a naked body with your desire for rape and murder... Now listen. Who is talking about rape and murder here?*

Hank ground his teeth loudly. It bothered him massively that Hurk had a point. He hadn't had sex for as long as Hurk, and the encounter with Nats in the bathroom had put his temper to the test. His body never tired of telling him what it thought about the subject. It didn't help, though. He got up and went to his clothes drawer and dug out a pair of underpants, then he went to the dresser, in the mirror of which Hurk was still grinning maliciously, and took out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Just as he was dressed and leaving the bedroom, the bathroom door opened and Nats came out. She was wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants and looked almost ridiculously too small in the clothes. The t-shirt reached her knees and the pants, well you couldn't quite tell to where she had pulled them up to, but she had folded her legs over several times.

"Well, are you at least feeling a little better?"

Hank asked in a calm tone and Nats nodded. Was that a smile on her face? He smiled relaxed and directed her to the living room and kitchen.

"There's not much, I wasn't expecting company. But I hope scrambled eggs and bacon and hashbrowns are agreeable."

He could literally see the gleam in her eyes, as she heard what was on the menu.

"Scrambled eggs made with real eggs? Real bacon?"

Her voice almost rolled over and Hank was a little taken aback. As they entered the kitchen-part of the livingroom he explained.

"Of course. Is there any other kind? I mean... bacon is bacon and eggs are eggs..."

He said, pointing to the ingredients lying next to the stove waiting to be processed. Nats took of like a cruise missile.

"Oh my God... oh my God... my prayers have been answered... My foster parents only use vegan eggs and vegan bacon. They always say, we're not cannibals after all."

She oogled the ingredients and almost began salivate over them. She smelled the bacon. Hank could see her start to shake. Sensory overload.

He grinned and slowly approached her from behind. Carefully, he put his hands on her shoulders. She shrugged startled but since he did nothing else she relaxed soon after.

"You can have as much as you like. But the way you look, you should start back very slowly. Why don't you sit down and let me prepare it?"

She looked up at him, incredible desire in her eyes. Was it the hunger for the bacon or something else. Hank couldn't quite put his finger on it yet, though. She quickly went to one of the bar stools and climbed on it. Hank turned on the stove put some grease in the pan. While he waited, he turned to Nats. She sat on the counter, propped up on her elbows, waiting patiently her tail wagging happy.

"So Nats. I know this is going to be a little awkward, but we need to work out a few kinks while you're here."

His voice sounded serious, but not angry or stern. Nats' gaze darkened a little, but she nodded.

"So."

Began Hank.

"First of all, how old are you? I mean, I realize you're not 10 years old anymore, but for legal reasons, I need to know who I'm dealing with. Second, I know you don't want to go back, we're not going to be able to stop that in the medium term without me getting prosecuted, so we should talk about how long you want to stay. Third, anything else I should know about, illnesses, allergies, medications?"

Hank counted off on his fingers. He remained very calm about it and the expression on his face remained good-natured and gentle. Nats slid back and forth uneasily on the stool. Her ears were hanging low and her fingers were fidgeting with her hair.

"Take your time with your answers. We won't do anything until tomorrow morning. But I need to know these things."

He added, turning to the pan where the fat sizzled. He cracked the eggs, mixed them with some spices and let the liquid flow into the pan. His moves were practiced and quick. You could tell this wasn't the first time he'd done it.

"Seventeen...almost eighteen, two months to go."

Was the quiet answer behind him. He nodded and continued cooking.

"I know I have to go back. And I don't want you to get in trouble either. I know the cops will be looking for me the day after tomorrow at the latest. I just want to live a normal life for a few days before I have to go back there."

Her voice sounded more annoyed than really angry. She knew the consequences of her actions and she knew, she couldn't do anything against it. Hank glanced back briefly and saw Nats slumped over the counter with her head buried under her arms. He took a deep breath.

*Man 17... yeah I know, I never thought... damn, there's nothing on her... I feel sorry for her. ... Hurk? Are you sick? ... No, why? ... You feel sorry for her? ... Hey I'm an asshole, but I'm not that bad... Point taken.*

He stirred the mixture in the pan again and then divided it between two plates. He added the bacon to the pan and the hashbrown mixture. The smell that was already spreading through the kitchen made his mouth water.

"Listen, Nats. You're welcome to lodge here for a few days, we'll work it out with the cops. Most of them know me pretty well for various reasons. Until then, relax a little."

He could hear the rustle of her clothes and the tap of her bare feet on his floor. It did surprise him when she hugged him from behind. Well she tried. Hank let go of the pan for a moment and turned to face her. She went just below his chest. He could not yet tell exactly what all was in her, but from the large ears and the inherently light coat he guessed desert fox, but there had to be something else in there. He stroked her colorful head. She pulled herself tighter against him and buried herself in him. He smiled and turned back to the stove with her. He turned the bacon over and stirred the hashbrowns.

"OK. Sit back down, we're having dinner...well more like a midnight snack."

He said jokingly and spread the bacon and hashbrowns on the plates. He gave her a significantly larger portion. Nats silently went back to her seat and waited. Hank took the plates and set them on the counter. He rummaged in the silverware drawer and handed Nats her knife and fork.

"Just a minute."

He asked quietly and turned to the refrigerator. Armed with ketchup and two cans of beer, he turned back to her.

"But don't tell your mother."

He added with a mischievous grin as he placed the can in front of her. Nat's eyes widened when she saw the inscription on the can. As she looked over at Hank, she seemed to positively beam.

"Yeah you can have one. It won't kill you, and don't tell me you didn't have one already when you are seventeen."

He grinned and opened the can. The crunch of the cap in the silence of the room sounded almost eerie. He took a big gulp and set the can next to his plate, then picked up the plate and smelled the meal with relish.

"Dig in."

He wished as he put the plate back down. It was amusing to watch Nats struggle with the can.

*OK maybe she actually didn't have one yet...*

When she finally opened the drink and took a sip of the tart liquid Hank knew for sure: yes, this is her first.

He had to admit, beer was a taste you had to get used to. She placed the can next to her plate and took the fork. Food seemed to suit her more. She dug in as if there was no tomorrow.

"Slow down girl. No one's taking anything away from you. Don't want you to spoil your stomach."

Said Hank softly, continuing to eat with relish himself. Nats looked up briefly, saw the man across from her eating completely relaxed, and began to eat more slowly as well. Hank could see how she suddenly began to enjoy what she had eaten. She reached for the can again and took another sip. Again she made a face, but this time less. Hank smiled.

When he finally finished his portion, he put his fork on the edge of the plate and picked up his can. He turned it back and forth, looking at the droplets of condensation on the aluminum. He took another sip and looked over at Nats, who was eating the last of her meal. He placed the empty can on the counter and put his fingertips together.

"Do you want to tell me why you ran away again so close to your eighteenth birthday?"

She seemed to suddenly have trouble swallowing the last bite. After washing it down with one last big gulp from the can, she looked at Hank. A series of different emotions flitted across her face. Finally, a mixture of discomfort, fear and anger remained on her face. Hank remained as calm as ever. His expression was completely relaxed and radiated something like goodwill. He looked perhaps a little tired.

"Where to start..."

Nats finally said, playing with her knife. Hank had noticed the many scars all over Nats' body. He knew where they came from the moment he saw them and it made him sad. Sad and worried.

"...My parents. As in my real parents, they gave me up for adoption right after I was born. They didn't want me. I spent my childhood in different orphanages, hoping someone would want to adopt me. But pah, nobody wants a scrawny brat who is too scared to talk to the others. As I got older I became more and more withdrawn. The therapist said it had to do with my DNA. I am part serval. I have a lot of trouble forming attachments. I don't get along with strangers."

She told him as she examined the sharpness of the knife. She ran a finger up and down the edge, looking closely as if lost in thoughts. Hank didn't intervene, not yet.

"I was taken out of kindergarten because the other kids were afraid of me. Of me. Who I had retreated to the far corner so I wouldn't have to interact with anyone. So I was alone again. While the children were in kindergarten, I sat with a bunch of nuns in the orphanage and was forced to listen to them telling me that God didn't like me because no one wanted to adopt me. When I was 7 years old, I ran away for the first time. On the way to school, I dropped off. It has its advantages when you are the smallest and no one misses you. Of course, I didn't get very far."

She said as if it was selfexplanatory and pointed to her legs. She wiggled them a bit.

"Short legs don't lend themselves to running from the cops. Well, you can guess, there was a lot of trouble. Beatings, threats, grounding...the usual. I got into this foster home when I was 9 years old. They already had, I think 10 or 11 kids from the system. They finance themselves with it. They basically didn't care about the welfare of their kids. As long as we made money, we could do whatever we wanted. Such an environment is not good for a severely underdeveloped character. My therapist had a lot of fun with me..."

She put the blade to her wrist and performed a sawing motion but didn't put any pressure on it. Hank raised his eyebrows. She smiled slightly but her expression was uneasy.

"... Don't worry, I'm over that, thankfully. But I think you've seen the results..."

She covered her wrists with her hands. Hank nodded. He knew the problem. Even if he hadn't ended up in the system, he'd had enough problems of his own during his childhood and had the scars to prove it. Hank gestured for her to continue. Nats nodded.

"And well. In the last few years, it's all just gotten worse. I did manage to crawl out of my little house, but that just exchanged one set of problems for another. My "parents" didn't care about us at all anymore. And since they went vegan there is only strange stuff to eat. The nuns in the orphanage at least took care of us, even though they were constantly beating us. I ran away to see if they would even notice if one was missing. Even before that, if anything, the other kids and the teachers noticed..."

Hank nodded silently.

*Pooh at least they didn't touch her...that would have been at least better than this...what do you mean? ...Well, at least then they wouldn't have completely given a damn about her...right...*

Hank took the plates and forks and put them away. When he turned back to Nats, she held the knife out to him. Carefully, he took it from her hand and put it back in the drawer. Then he handed her his big paws over the counter. Instinctively, she put her tiny hands in his. Gently, he clasped them.

"I do care about you."

He said softly in a very serious tone and slowly nodded never breaking eye contact with her.

It didn't take much for Nats to leap over the counter into his arms. But so she was content to start crying very slowly. He was probably the first person who had ever said it to her like that. Hank smiled gently. He could understand how she must feel. She was left completely alone, with no one to take care of her.

"Don't worry too much about it. Tonight you'll have a warm bed, no one will bother you, and tomorrow the world will look better."

He finally said. Nats pinched her lips together and sniffled, but she nodded. Hank let go of her hands.

"Come on let's go set up camp for the night."

He said and stood up. Nats slid off her stool and followed him. Hank walked into the living room and lifted the seat of the couch. He reached for a blanket and some pillows. Satisfied with his selection, he let the bed drawer fall shut again. He rearranged the pillows on the couch and fluffed up the blanket. All in all, it looked quite respectable. He had spent many nights on this couch, he knew it was quite comfortable. He sat down on the couch and tapped next to him. Nats slowly approached. She was unsure if she really wanted to sit next to Hank. Hank smiled.

"This is your kingdom for the night. Is more comfortable than it looks. Will you be okay with it?"

He asked quietly. Nats looked at the couch. It was certainly no worse than the simple bed that awaited her at her foster home. At least here she was welcome. She sat down at the other end of the couch. It really was surprisingly comfortable. Hank smiled wider and nodded.

"Good, I think it's time to go to sleep then. If there's anything, don't be shy about coming over. That's OK. I'm usually a light sleeper."

He explained and slowly got up from the couch. Nats looked up at him. She looked very indecisive. Her eyes wandered back and forth between the couch and him.

"Yeah well. It's all a little unfamiliar, but that's to be expected. I'll be fine. Thanks."

She finally said. She almost managed a smile on her lips. Hank smiled and nodded.

"Well, sleep tight."

He finally said.

"Thanks. You too."

Was the short answer before he turned and left the room. While Hank went to his bedroom Nats made herself comfortable. She snuggled under the covers and pulled them up to her nose. She sniffed the blanket. She smelled like Hank. Not too strong, but it smelled like him to her. She relaxed and took a deep breath of her host's scent.

There it was again, that comforting feeling of security. She felt so amazingly safe when she smelled Hank. It was like an unshakable rock in the stormy surf of the sea. No matter how hard the waves pounded against the rock, it didn't give way. She lost herself in the smell that now literally surrounded her with the blanket and pillow. She could feel herself relaxing more and more. It was as if tons were being lifted from her. A comforting warmth spread through her and that funny feeling, that tingling in her belly was back.

"Hmmmm"

She hummed softly and pulled the blanket tighter around her. She gently stroked herself under the blanket. It was a completely new experience. Of course, she had pleasured herself before, but nothing had felt even remotely as intense as the touches now. And all the while, she was only caressing her breasts and belly... over her t-shirt, at the moment. She paused for a moment. Yes she could still hear Hank in the bedroom. It sounded like he was just going to bed. She would have to hold off a little longer. He had said he was a light sleeper. So she would have to be really quiet, it was going to be difficult. Already the feeling was overwhelming. She bit her lip and held herself back. Her body was literally demanding that she touch herself, but if she just did that now, she would surely make too loud a noise. She couldn't wait any longer, she had to touch herself at least a little. Maybe play a little on her breasts, just to relieve the pressure. She slid her hand under the borrowed T-shirt. Her hand felt burning hot. Trembling, she ran it over her belly to her ribcage, climbed up her lower ribs, and placed her hand on her small breast. That touch alone was like burning hot electricity running through her. She sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lip again. She couldn't moan now. He would hear it. She could feel her little nipple as it bored rock hard into her palm. She squeezed a little and trembled as the stimulus shot down her back to her rump. She felt herself getting wet all of a sudden.

How could it be that his scent was throwing her off like this? She could taste blood. She had bitten her lip so hard it was bleeding. Just thinking about it made her shudder again. Her fingers trembled as she tried to get a grip on her nipple. Her breath came in quick gasps. Her nipple was so sensitive that just the touch of her fingers made her toes tighten and her vagina contract so much that she almost ejaculated just from it.

In the bedroom, Hank lay in bed. He rolled his eyes. The girl didn't know how good his ears were. He was pretty much getting everything that was going on in the living room. He grinned. The youth.

*Man, I want to go over there. I want to show her how it's done...yeah you'd like that, I'm sure you would...of course I'd like that. Wouldn't you?... well... don't lie to yourself Hank, your body is betraying you... yeah I'd love to fuck her... see... but she's so small... hey she's grown up. Well almost... even if she wanted to, it would never work...*

Hank made every effort to relax and not give his body any more opportunities to focus on what was happening in the living room.

It was no help to hear the muffled moans of Nats and imagine what she was doing to herself right now.

Nats had given up by now. Her body was desperate for attention, and it would get it, come what may. Her left hand alternately kneaded her breasts and pinched and pulled at her nipples. Her right hand was deep in her sweatpants, rubbing her clit. It was amazing. The sensations were so extreme and yet no orgasm would come. It was like her body was trying to drive her completely insane. She chewed on one of the couch cushions and moaned into the sound deadening material of the stuffing. She was so hot she was afraid she was going to melt, at the same time every time she moved her fingers on her pleasure button it sent icy chills up her spine and gave her electric shocks. Her abdominal muscles were in complete spasm. She was trembling all over her body as she slowly but surely rubbed her way towards her climax. Sweat and tears ran down her face. She panted into the pillow, whose cover was already completely soaked from her saliva. Her claws dug into her nipples and her fingers rubbed her clitoris raw.

When it finally came, her orgasm hit her with overwhelming force. She kicked out so hard that she pushed herself off the couch. She heard several vertebrae crack in her spine and she thought she was going to rip off her right nipple. She held her breath. Her eyes bulged and an unnatural grunt escaped her throat as her abdominal and pectoral muscles gave their all to push the air out of her lungs and make their pleasure known in a collossal scream. It was a mixture of pain and horniness like she had never experienced before. Her previous orgasms had not deserved the name compared to this feeling. Her brain and heart seemed to stop for a moment in which everything went white and she felt weightless. The feeling didn't last long though and so it felt like she was falling.

At that moment, her head hit the wooden floor with a hollow sound.

"Hrrrrk..."

Escaped her into the pillow that she had dragged with her into the abyss. She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. She took the pillow out of her mouth and pushed it onto the couch. Then she pulled up the T-shirt and examined her maltreated nipple. It was quite swollen and radiated an unnatural heat. She didn't dare to touch it. She blew lightly and even the breath of air hurt. She didn't dare look further down.

"Are you OK?"

Came the question from the bedroom. There was amusement in Hank's voice. Had he overheard something? She had tried so hard to be quiet, after all.

Hank lay in his bed and had to suppress his laughter. His member was pulsating between his legs and it took all his control not to just lay a hand on it. When he had heard her fall off the couch he had been tempted for a brief moment to get up and walk over, but with his huge erection that would only lead to extremely embarrassing questions. He had settled for a shout and now waited for the explanation from the living room.

"I just fell off the couch. Turned awkwardly. I'm fine."

She sounded quite out of breath for only having fallen off the couch in her sleep. Hank shook his head and had to grin.

"It's OK, then off to the couch with you. Sleep tight."

He called over, still having to stifle a laugh.

*Why don't we go over and convince ourselves that everything is OK? ... and traumatize the little one with our boner? No for sure... Oh come on. It'll be fun... Hurk you're sick... Yeah I know and that's why you like me... Idiot...*

Hank could hear Nats settling back on the couch. He smiled, turned around and tried to relax again. He stared at the ceiling and was contemplating what to do next. He could feel himself slowly slipping into sleep.

He was almost asleep when he heard Nats get up again.

*Probably she has to go to the toilet...*

Thought Hank and remained lying with closed eyes. Only when he could hear her footsteps coming closer to his bed, he slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to her. She was standing in front of his bed and rubbing her arms. Her expression was slightly stressed and she was stepping from one foot to the other.

"I can't sleep."

She finally said. Hank smiled tiredly and turned to face hers. He thought about it for a moment. Yes he had left his underpants on. He opened his blanket.

"It's OK. Do you want to sleep here?"

He asked sleepily. Nat's eyes widened. She hesitated for a moment as if struggling with herself. On the one hand, she wanted infinitely to lie under a blanket with Hank. Cuddling sounded really good. On the other hand, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself if she were in his arms, so close to him. Surrounded by his smell, enclosed in his arms. Just the thought made her feel wet again. How would he react when he noticed? Would he push her away, or... oh my god, what if he took advantage?

She chewed on her lower lip while Hank raised his eyebrows.

"Come on. I know you want it and it's fine. I won't bite."

He said softly and performed a welcoming gesture. Nats grinned slightly and slipped under the covers. She giggled softly as she finally snuggled up to him. He was incredibly warm and soft and warm...and his smell...she was literally drowning in it. Hank closed the blanket around them both and put his arms around her. Gently, he pulled her close and hugged her to his chest. He could feel her trembling. He knew it was from excitement. He could feel her heart racing.

Nats was simultaneously in her own personal heaven and in her deepest hell. She felt like nothing could happen to her, no matter what, she was safe. On the other hand, her mind raced from one high to another.

*Oh my God, I'm lying here with him, in his bed, under his covers. His smell is drowning me. His arms are crushing me. Please, please don't ever let this moment end...*.

She thought. She was hot. Unnaturally hot. She wanted to get rid of her clothes, hoping that would help, but she was sure Hank wouldn't approve...would he? She could feel his calm, regular heartbeat, the deep pounding of his heart was so completely the opposite of her heart's frenzied staccato. His breaths were slow and deep. She could feel the movements of his chest against her back. Her whole body was tingling. Her vagina was literally leaking and her nipples were so hard she felt like they were going to burst at any moment.

Hank felt her tension, the heat radiating from the center of her body. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. She was highly aroused. He closed his eyes. He could feel Hurk knocking. He was very forceful.

*Hurk. No ... Sure. She's lying here, she wants it ... Yes that may be, but not like that ... you want it too, what's the problem ... She's probably still a virgin, did you see how small she is? ... yes of course I saw that. I can feel it ... you know how big we are ... yes, I know that too ... she probably shouldn't have her first time with someone whose dick could act as a birth simulator for her. Don't you think? ... Hey, it's all stretchy... Hurk, for the last time. NO...*

He took a deep breath and sighed. Nats literally flinched. Hank stroked her.

"It's all good. I'm just having a little argument with my inner demons."

He whispered. Nats raised her head and looked up at him.

"Inner demons?"

Her voice sounded very curious. Hank hugged her a little tighter. She could feel something pressing against her rear end from behind. Was that his...?

"Yes, inner demons. I have a voice in my head telling me to take advantage of this situation. I'm trying to fight it, but it's hard for me."

Explained Hank calmly. Nats pushed his arms away from her slightly and turned to face him. She swallowed and searched for the right words.

"What... what if..."

She paused and pulled herself up a little higher to look Hank in the eye. Her breathing was hot on his face as she started again.

"What if I want...you to take advantage of the situation?"

Her voice trembled but before Hank could say anything, she pressed her lips to his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Hank was completely overwhelmed by this development. He had not expected that Nats would throw herself at him. However, this was very convenient for someone else. Hurk took advantage of the situation and pushed Hank to the bench. Before Hank could react Hurk was at the helm. Nats didn't notice at first. She was pleased that her kiss was returned. It might have seemed strange to her that Hank, who had been so reserved a moment ago, now seemed to be the driving force. He deepened the kiss and his hands sought their way under her t-shirt. Nats enjoyed the affection and the familiarity of the touch. She herself held onto Hank's neck and slid her tongue into Hank's mouth. She was welcomed by his tongue and they both spent the next few minutes exploring each other's mouths. Hank slid his hands under her t-shirt and stroked her back. She noticed his hand slowly making its way into the waistband of her pants. She broke the kiss and gasped. Hank's gaze seemed kind of wild. When Nats caught her breath, she stopped Hank's attempt to kiss her right back.

"Slow down Hank. This is happening too fast."

She said softly. Hank blinked and then grinned widely.

"Hank's not here right now."

Said the bear in front of her. Nats looked at him questioningly. She didn't understand what he meant.

"What do you mean? You're in front of me."

She looked uncertain and for the first time she realized that his arms and paws were like vices. Once caught in them there was no escape. The bear continued to grin.

"Well. I'm Hurk. Hank hasn't mentioned me yet. Whereas...yes he has. He called me his inner demon."

Nats' eyes widened. She was getting scared. She slowly began to try to free herself, but she had no chance whatsoever against the bear's superior strength.

"No...let go of me...where is Hank...I don't want to be with you..."

She kicked at him and pushed away from him. Hurk remained completely relaxed, Nats was in no position to harm him or escape in any way.

*Leave her alone Hurk... why bother. Everything is going great... nothing is going great. On the one hand you are scaring her on the other hand you are hurting her... that's not true at all... Hurk, I am warning you. We've played this game before...*

"Calm down now, child. I'm not going to hurt you. Let me explain."

Hurk tried, but his attempts to explain fell on deaf ears. Nats was beginning to panic.

"Let go of me. I want to get out of here!"

She shouted, lashing out. Hurk took a quick breath. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again he seemed completely changed. All warmth, all affection was gone. Replaced by a coldness that made Nats' blood run cold. His movements were incredibly fast and his strength was all overpowering. With a flick of his wrist, he had her arms firmly in his hand behind her back and her muzzle tightly gripped with his other hand. His gaze was completely blank as he began to speak.

"So... now we'll start all over again. Hold still. You don't have a chance. You're not the first one I've had to teach this to like this. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to."

He said in such a hushed tone that it sent an icy chill down Nats' spine. Tears were streaming down her face. Her arms ached and her muzzle protested against the pressure. But he was right, she was completely outmatched. She had nothing at all that she could counter his tremendous strength. She looked at him out of widened eyes.

"Well, I'm Hurk. I'm a part of Hank. Hank is inside of me. He's the kind, gentle, obliging, helpful part of us. He's boring. I am the crazy, violent, fun part of us. I usually let him handle the day-to-day, he's better at that than I am. I take over this part, at least when he's not paying attention."

Continued Hurk. He loosened his grip on her muzzle a little. But not enough to allow her to speak. Not yet. She continued to look at him in utter horror.

"You and I have something in common. No? Yes we do, we both want to have sex with each other. Yes, but you want that, too. Otherwise you wouldn't have masturbated earlier. Yes, we overheard that, you were not to be overheard. No that's not bad. I'm going to let go of your muzzle now, but only if you don't start screaming right away. Can we agree on that?"

He looked her in the eye, naked panic looking at him. She nodded slightly. He grinned and slowly released his hand. Nats just whimpered.

" Good, good girl."

He wiped the tears from her face. He could be so tender and yet completely ruthless at the same time.

"Now, where was I? Oh, that's right. I...want...to make love to you. I don't want to have to rape you. You agree with me on that, right?"

His voice had something completely detached about it. Nats opened her mouth, but said nothing. Hurk stroked her head tenderly.

"You may answer. I love to hear your voice. But don't scream..."

He sounded almost loving, but only almost. The words were there, but the tone was all wrong. Nats shivered.

"No...don't rape...please...please just let me go...I won't say anything...I..."

"Shh shh..."

He put his finger to her lips. Nat's eyes twitched left and right in panic. There had to be something she could do.

"I can't just let you go. I didn't catch my other self off guard for nothing. We'll have our fun. You'll like it, too."

His voice was low and insistent. He took his finger from her lips. Nats only blinked. Hurk put his paw on her cheek and looked deep into her eyes.

"I'm going to let you go now...and you're not going to try to run away. If you're good, I won't have to hurt you, I won't have to rape you... If you're good, you'll get just as much if not more even satisfaction out of this encounter than I will. OK?"

Hurk waited and Nats nodded slightly.

"Good girl."

Said Hurk, releasing her wrists behind her back. Nats very slowly pulled her arms protectively in front of her body. Hurk smiled.

*Hurk you sick fuck. Leave her alone already... Why? We've come to an understanding... The fuck you have. She is so scared that she doesn't dare to do anything... YES. And that makes me get what I want... It doesn't work like that Hurk... Yes it does. You see... AAAAAARGH...*

Hurk stroked her face tenderly. Again, he seemed almost affectionate. The gesture was there, Nats wanted to believe in it, but the intention behind the gesture was the wrong one and she felt it.

"What happens now?"

She finally asked in a trembling voice. Hurk's smile widened.

"I want to see your body."

He sounded like a request, it was worded like a request, but it was a command. Nats knew that much. She was about to frantically remove her t-shirt when he surprisingly gently stopped her.

"No... not like that..."

His voice sounded incredibly calm, and the tone was almost passionate. He sat up and used his brute strength to make her sit up as well. For a man who had been talking about rape not 3 minutes ago, he was incredibly tender.

"I'm an epicure. You understand that, right?"

Nats considered for a moment, but then nodded.

"Good, stand here."

Hurk gestured in front of the bed and Nats reluctantly complied with his request. Hurk sat down on the edge of the bed. He was visibly aroused, but outwardly appeared perfectly calm. Nats stood trembling before him, her hands clasped in front of her chest. Hurk smiled, that empty, aloof smile that had so nothing in common with Hank's smile. But his eyes didn't seem so empty anymore.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

He asked. It was a purely rhetorical question, he didn't expect an answer. He gestured for her to begin. Nats hesitated, you could tell she was thinking about escaping. But she was sure she would never be fast enough to escape.

"Nats. Stay with me with your thoughts. Apart from the two of us, nothing else exists right now."

Whispered Hurk. It was completely strange to hear him say her name. She shuddered. Slowly she moved. She rubbed her arms and her hands wandered over her chest. She rocked her hips back and forth. The movements of her arms kept faltering because she didn't know what to do. Hurk tilted his head.

"Girl wait."

Nats paused and looked over at him. Hurk's aura had changed. Something like warmth had returned to him. She couldn't really interpret it.

"Come closer girl. Don't be afraid. You're doing fine. But I think you're missing something..."

He said softly and gestured her to step closer. Nats hesitated. She looked around.

"Come on over here. I don't want to hurt you. I'm not angry."

Hurk assured, repeating the gesture. Nat's look reflected her fear, but she stepped closer to him, afraid he might get angry if she refused. She was now standing almost directly in front of him. Standing, she was a tiny bit taller than him. He looked up at her and smiled. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed it on her cheek. He could be so incredibly tender when he wanted to be. Very gently he pulled her down to him. It wasn't even a pulling, it was more like a guiding. He gently bent her head down and kissed her on the forehead. It was a gesture of affection, a proof of his love, at least in his eyes. For Nats it was more of a show of power, but one that showed her that he really didn't want to hurt her. It would have been easy for him to just rip her clothes off, or otherwise humiliate her, but he hadn't.

"Calm down. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. At least as long as you don't make me."

Hurk said softly as he released her cheek again. Nats straightened up again. She was still shaking, but she didn't seem quite so panicked anymore.

"Imagine I'm not even there. Imagine standing in front of your mirror and practicing. Show me how sexy you are. Show me how much you want it."

Demanded Hurk. His tone was calm and relaxed, but there was no doubt at all that saying NO was not up for debate.

"But... but I don't want it..."

Stuttered Nats, already bracing herself for a punishment that didn't come. Instead, Hurk grabbed one of her hands and looked at her.

"Nats. Of course you want it. Your body wants it. You've been literally leaking since you laid on the couch. I can smell it and you can feel it. I know you're scared, that's why we're doing this, so you can lose your fear. But you want it...deep down you know you want it."

Hurk wasn't wrong. She wanted it...she really wanted it, but not with him...not with Hurk...if anything she wanted it with Hank...but even if Hank was there NOW....

She looked down at Hurk, tears forming in her eyes. Hurk raised his hands to her face and wiped the tears away.

"Na na na... don't cry. Everything is all right. Shh shh..."

He spoke softly, as one would speak to a child to comfort it. He wiped her tears again and then took his hands back down. Nats seemed to calm down.

"Good, now show me how sexy you are."

Nats took a step back. Hurk smiled. He tilted his head and winked at her. Nats began to move. Her movements seemed much smoother this time. She ran her hands over her body, trying to accentuate her soft curves. She ran her hands over her hips, slowly pulling up her t-shirt. When it reached about waist level she ran her hands under the shirt and over her belly. All the while she was swaying her hips back and forth. She tried a suggestive expression on her face and Hurk's smile widened. He nodded at her and cheered her on.

"You're doing very very well. You're phenomenal. Show me your body..."

Nats felt strangely goaded. It felt good to be in control. She grabbed the edges of the T-shirt and pulled them high over her head. Her small breasts rose just barely above her rib cage. She tossed the shirt to Hurk, who caught it and sniffed it with pleasure. His smile bared his fangs. Nats ran her small hands over her body, pushing her small breasts together and playing with her nipples. Hurk could see how aroused she was and in turn made no heel of the fact that he was ready. She was cold, yet hot. The sweat on her body shimmered in the semi-darkness and gave her silhouette something supernatural. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands traveled down over her belly to the waistband of her pants. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic, and along with the swing of her hips, she pushed the pants down, inch by inch. Hurk licked his lips his excitement was palpable. When she reached her little mons, she stopped short. Hurk straightened up. He was about to protest when she came up to him. She stopped wide-legged in front of him. She took his paws and placed them on her flanks.

"Be... be... be kind to me, and I'll be kind to you..."

Her voice still sounded uncertain, but there was a certain fire in it. Hurk nodded silently. Her sweaty fur felt cold, he could feel her muscles trembling under her skin.

"Touch me..."

She whispered as she continued to move under his hands. His paws slid exceedingly gently over her fur up to her ribcage and from there forward onto her belly. She seemed ticklish, at least he interpreted the muscle play under his fingers as such. She felt incredible. Because she was so petite, everything about her was firm, yet soft. He had the feeling that if he were to really squeeze even once, she would simply break. Fascinated, he traced her muscles on her belly. Counting the individual separations.

"Unbelievable Nats. You're the first girl I've ever known who had a six pack..."

He purred. Nats had to laugh unintentionally. She had not expected such a compliment. She put her hands on his and guided them upward to her breasts. They were small. They weren't even noticeable under the t-shirt. But still, they felt incredibly sexy. It was like there were two little soft pads under her fur. Two little pads with rock hard nipples.

"Hnnnn... please be tender... they are sensitive... haaannn..."

Moaned Nats as Hurk pinched her nipples with his fingers. He remained tender. It would lessen his pleasure if he pushed her too hard now. She should want it, too. If his partners were also having fun he could have much more fun. He let go of her breasts for a moment and ran his hands around her flanks, gently pulling her closer to him. Before Nats could do anything, Hurk had already closed his lips around one of her nipples. Carefully he sucked on it and played around it with his tongue.

"Hnnnn... nyaaaa..."

Gasped Nats and took her hands to Hurk's head. Carefully, so as not to upset him already she pushed him away from her. Demonstratively, she put one hand on her nipples and wiggled the other index finger.

"Ouch... you glutton..."

Hurk just grinned.

"You're just so delicious. Makes one want to take a bite."

Nats snorted and stuck her nose up. Hurk looked up at her and his grin widened again. She seemed to feel more secure. Very good. She turned around and put her hands to her pants. In one fluid motion, she pulled down her pants, accompanied by.

"Lick my ass!"

Hurk didn't have to be asked twice. He took her hips in both hands and licked once across her buttocks.

"Hiiiiiii....."

Nats squealed and lunged forward. She hadn't expected Hurk to take her at her word. She stood three steps away from him and turned to face him. Her face was a mixture of complete surprise, shock and outrage. She ran her hand over her now naked butt and pulled her wet hand forward again. Hurk didn't quite know where to place this facial expression, but Nats was visibly overwhelmed.

"You...are...kinky..."

She finally blurted out, while Hurk licked his lips with relish. He looked hungry and devious. He lured her to him with one finger. Nats tried to cover her shame with her hand, which only made Hurk grin even wider.

"Delicious... I love it when you're so shy. You're beautiful. And I bet you taste amazing... come here, let me taste you..."

Muttered Hurk. Nats, who just now seemed to have had something like the upper hand, was now unsure again. Hurk was playing with her. He was in power all the time. He only let her have a little more leash now and then. Now he was pulling her in again. She realized that she couldn't really fight back. And so far Hurk had always remained gentle. Devious, yes, but not violent. If she continued to play along nicely... maybe she could get away with a black eye that way. She approached him slowly. She let her hips sway, but held her hand in front of her shame. Hurk smiled relaxed and let her come to him.

"Remember. Be kind to me... then I'll be kind to you..."

She said. Hurk nodded.

*Just be nice to her. You hear me?..don't worry, I'll be nice to her...Hurk, I'm warning you...oh man will I be nice...Hurk!...*

She was practically standing right in front of him now. Hurk's grin was so wide it pained him. It didn't take much and he would start drooling. She lifted her hand and put it on his chest. She applied minimal pressure, but he let her and let her push him backwards. He fell backwards onto the bed. Before he could say anything, he felt her climb onto the bed. She stood over him and gave him a view. He could feel her legs trembling.

"Will you be nice?"

Her voice trembled. He could see how wet she was. Not all of it was sweat. He licked his lips.

"Yes... Yes I will be nice."

He said in a voice vibrating with excitement. He brought his hands up and held her by the hips to help her. She was so light. Nats bent her knees and sat right on his muzzle. Hurk's wet and cold nose pressed directly on her burning hot pussy. A moan escaped her at the sensation of this feeling. Her hands were between her legs resting on Hurk's nose. Hurk helped her push herself back up a little so he had more room to move. Her smell was incredible so close to her shame. She smelled sweet, spicy and her taste was slightly sour. Hurk had to hold back a lot to not just give in to his carnal desires. He inhaled her scent deeply and let it do its work.

Meanwhile, Hurk's hot breathing was also having an effect on Nats. She knelt over his face, her back arched, leaning on Hurk's hands on her hips. His hot breath alone, blowing regularly against her lips, made her shiver. He was the first... the first man who had seen her naked, the first man who had touched her, and now he would be the first man....

Hurk licked gently over the inside of her thighs, taking in and tasting precum and sweat.

This sudden touch sent shock waves through Nats's body. She sucked in her breath sharply and held it while Hurk cleaned the other thigh. He could see her pussy pulsing her wetness dripping down on him and just that bit of licking had almost sent her over the edge. He couldn't wait any longer, his impatience was almost killing him. He lifted his head a little and ran his tongue over her labia.

"Nyaaaaa..."

Nats almost collapsed over his face. She literally screamed her pleasure into the semi-darkness of the bedroom as her muscles struggled to keep her upright. She had never felt anything even comparable before. It was that mixture of adrenaline, cortisol and endorphins that had made her so much more sensitive. It felt similar to what she had felt before on the couch only much more intense. It wasn't an orgasm, but there wasn't much missing. If that was what Hurk was aiming for, then she was almost okay with it.

Oh my god, was this feeling horny.

Hurk, who had now tasted blood, would not be stopped. Again and again he let his big tongue glide over her lips. With each new lick he pushed his tongue deeper between her folds. Nats bit her lip, her muscles tensed and she bent down deeper. Slowly, the sensation crawled up the back of her spine and finally made itself heard with a loud moan.

"Hhhaaaaaaannnrrr..."

Hurk could feel her vagina twitching and pulsating. He pushed his tongue into her entrance. He didn't get far before he felt resistance. She was still a virgin... His eyes widened. He didn't get to think about it further, though, because Nats' orgasm clenched her thighs so abruptly that he bit his tongue. Nats reared back. Her whole body was electrified. As she screamed out her climax, she fell over backwards and her body jerked convulsively. Her legs unfolded and kicked out. Hurk pulled his arms protectively in front of his face. He knew she couldn't help it, but he still didn't want to get kicked in the face.

It took a moment for Nats to calm down. She was breathing heavily. The orgasm had come so suddenly when Hurk had penetrated with his tongue that she had not been able to prepare for it. She was still lying on top of him she could feel his warmth under her. He certainly would not be satisfied with having satisfied her orally. He hadn't had any fun yet.

Hurk took his hands down. He licked his lips with pleasure. This had been fun, but he hadn't gotten to enjoy it himself yet. He waited a moment before holding them and slowly rising to his feet. When he sat back on the edge of the bed, she was basically sitting on his lap. Still breathing heavily, she looked up at him. His eyes reflected desire. His lips twisted into a grin. He slowly looked down at the girl sitting on his lap. She was covered in sweat and trembling. When he slowly looked up again, her breathing had halfway calmed down.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

He finally asked. His voice was filled with excitement and anticipation. Nats swallowed, she knew what he was getting at. She nodded.

"Yes... this is my first experience with a man..."

Her voice trembled slightly. Hurk nodded his hand gently stroking her cheek. Despite his desire, he could still control himself. Not least because Hank never tired of threatening him with punishment if he messed up.

"Are you scared?"

He asked calmly. Nats nodded mutely. She had imagined her first time completely different. Even if Hurk was more tender than she had feared, it was still perfectly clear that he would not take no for an answer. He would be her first, whether she wanted him or not. And since she was sitting right on top of "him", she could feel even through the thin fabric of his underpants that this would not be an easy undertaking. He was huge compared to her petite stature.

Hurk continued to stroke her.

"You don't have to be afraid. Nothing will happen to you. I'll be careful."

His voice was soft and it sounded empathetic. Nats felt him only getting harder under her.

"It's my first time...it's going to hurt..."

Hurk nodded. Yes it would hurt. And with someone his size, it would be a whole other challenge. Nats looked uncertain again. Hurks smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Relax. The more you think about it, the worse it gets in your head."

He said softly and slid his hands under her butt. Nats looked at him with wide eyes. What was he going to do now? Hurk stood up and just lifted Nats with him. She was so light that it was easy for him to just take her with him. She clung to him as he turned around. He stood in front of the bed with her in his arms. He bent down slowly so as not to startle her. Finally she understood and let go. She flopped onto the bed and stayed there with her legs spread. Hurk straightened up again. He took in the image that presented itself to him with relish. In front of him on the bed lay a young woman, almost still a child, naked, defenseless and willing in the broadest sense. His grin widened again, showing his fangs as his mouth watered.

" Delicious... very delicious!"

He let slip. He reached for the waistband of his underpants and was about to pull them down when Nats stopped him.

"No... wait..."

She said. Hurk paused and tilted his head. With raised eyebrows, he looked down at her. She didn't think he was going to stop now, did she? Or did she? Nats straightened up and sat down in front of him. Sitting down, she barely reached his belly button. Trembling, she lifted her hands and placed them on his.

"Let...let me do it..."

Her voice was still trembling and she couldn't keep her hands still either. She swallowed as Hurk took his hands away from his underpants and let her have it. She took a deep breath. And reached for the elastic. She looked up at Hurk's face. He looked aroused but at the same time completely relaxed. He nodded slightly. She looked at the big bulge in the middle of the underpants. She pretty much knew what was hiding behind the fabric. She had seen pictures. She had watched the one or other porn video. But the reality was something else, especially when it concerned herself. Slowly she pulled down the waistband. She could see the base of his shaft.

*Oh my god it is huge. This will never fit inside me...*.

Her mind raced as she continued to pull the underpants down, inch by inch. Along his shaft, which seemed to stretch on without end. Her eyes grew bigger and bigger. With her mouth open, she continued to pull and finally arrived at the glans of Hurk's cock. As she carefully pulled the waistband over it, Hurk's member straightened erratically, jutting out almost horizontally toward her. Nats squinted slightly as she looked at the tip almost touching her nose.

*Fuuuuck how long is that thing, 10 inches? And look at how thick it is...*.

Nats sat there with her mouth open. Hurk's little Hurk was almost as thick as her forearm and almost as long too. She breathed heavily, trying to put into perspective the size relationship between her body and Hurk's member. Her breath, meanwhile, brushed over his member and Hurk shuddered. He'd been waiting for it for so long now that he was pretty close to his limit himself. His member bounced up and down now and then as he reflexively tensed his muscles, and he could see his pulse throbbing in the veins on the surface. He stroked her cheek.

"Do you like to give it a kiss?"

He asked softly and Nats was pulled from her thoughts. She looked up at him and her eyes reflected how overwhelmed she was with the whole situation. She looked back down at his member and swallowed again.

"Go ahead. Don't be afraid."

Encouraged Hurk and very gently he guided her head closer to his member. Nat's eyes widened.

"No... I... ca... hmmm..."

She stuttered until her lips touched the tip of his member. He didn't hold her but let her pull her head right back. She took a deep breath. Her hands rested on his hips, still holding the elastic of his underpants. She felt like she should gag, but her body wouldn't. She looked up at Hurk. But before she could protest he said:

"See, it wasn't that bad. Try it again. All by yourself. You're a big girl after all."

Nats took a deep breath before turning her attention back to Hurk's appendage. She let go of the elastic waistband and reached for his manhood with trembling hands. It was warm, if not to say hot. Firm and yet it gave a little. She smelled intensely of Hank. That strong, primal scent. The longer she concentrated only on the penis in front of her and ignored who was attached to it, the more the desire to take it into her mouth grew.

*I don't know if I'll get it in at all...*

She thought and opened her mouth. She came closer but stopped just before. She backed away. It was so bizarre. She started rubbing her hand up and down along the shaft a little. She gathered her courage again. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She hesitated. Hurk could see how much pressure she was putting on herself. Finally he intervened and put his hand on her cheek and guided her head back.

"Not like that girl... not like that..."

He said calmly. If she didn't enjoy it and she struggled, she wouldn't enjoy it later. He stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"I'm proud of you, you gave it a try. We'll come back to it later..."

His voice sounded benevolent and this time it even seemed genuine. Nats looked up at him. Her lips were trembling.

"No I am neither angry nor disappointed. I didn't expect you to be able to do it right away, not on your first time."

He pulled his underpants down another inch with his other hand and they fell to the floor at his feet. Gently, he guided her into a lying position.

"Now relax. Let me do the rest. I'll be gentle..."

*well, as gentle as you can be when you want to park an omnibus in a bicycle garage...*

Nats let him. She tightened her arms around her chest and bend her legs and waited for the inevitable. Hurk approached the bed and climbed on it. He knelt in front of Nats, sat on his heels and grabbed her ankles.

"Okay Nats. I'll be careful and gentle. It will most likely still hurt like hell. Try to relax."

He said calmly and gently opened her legs. She offered no resistance in that sense, but he noticed her hesitation. Hurk stroked the insides of her thighs as he slid closer.

*Oh man, this is never going to fit Hurk... but it will... Hurk, look at our fucking cock... Yeah, isn't it magnificent?... it's fucking huge, at least compared to her body...*

He looked down, his member still hanging in the air. He looked at Nats, whose expression was a mixture of fear and stress. He slid a little closer until he was virtually direct on her. Hurk placed his member on Nat's belly. She looked down in horror. Like a leaden weight he lay on her belly and reached up to her navel.

"This will never..."

She whispered. Hurk leaned down and stroked her face.

"Shh shh... don't worry. We'll be real slow and careful. It will be great."

She held his paw tightly and looked at him pleadingly.

"I'm scared though..."

Hurk tilted his head and smiled gently. I continued to stroke her.

"I will be gentle. Trust me. Nothing will happen."

Nats swallowed. How could she trust him? How could she trust Hank after he hadn't told her about Hurk? Hurk slowly withdrew his paw. Nats held it for a moment longer, but let him. He straightened up and looked down at her intimate area, which was still covered by his penis. It didn't help, if he wanted to have his fun, now was as good a time as any. Carefully, he spread her legs a little more and leaned back. His member slowly slid over her mons and in front of her vagina. Hurk took it in his hand and gently rubbed it over her lips. Nats was wet enough, her body betraying her. Her body wanted what Hurk was offering it. Maybe not quite in the way the bear imagined, but from the thing as such, Nats' body was all for it. It felt great. Hurks reveled in the feeling of coating his cock with Nats' pre.

Nats himself was at odds with himself. On the one hand, the feeling of Hurk rubbing his manhood against her was driving her almost insane, on the other hand, she knew it would probably be very painful to have him penetrate her vagina. More than one or two of her own fingers had never been inside her folds. Unlike others her age, she had never experimented with objects. She had never slept alone and had never been able to form a bond with her roommates close enough to try such a thing.

Hurk's member was by now completely covered with Nats' wetness and very slippery. He was sure now it would go. He repositioned himself slightly and brought his member into position.

"Very cautious..."

He murmured as he gently pushed the tip of his cock between her lips. He could feel her entrance.

"Relax... We're going to have to stretch you..."

He added as he saw Nats clench her teeth and tense up. He waited a little so Nats could relax. Nats breathed deeply and forced herself to relax. Hurk nodded slightly and began to apply pressure.

Nats knew it was useless to try to escape or stop him, he would just force her to do it in the end, if in doubt it would be done by force and the pain would be all the worse. She felt his member pressing against the entrance of her little love tunnel. She tried everything to relax her muscles, but the stretching stimulus was just too great. Her muscles worked reflexively against this much too large object. She knew that holding her breath would only make it worse, so she forced herself to breathe. She focused entirely on her breathing.

"Breathe away the pain..."

Someone had said at some point. She tried long, deep breaths, but with each millimeter Hurk penetrated further, it became more difficult.

"Hhaaaaa... Nnnnnnnggg... Hhaaaaa... Nnnnnnggg..."

Tears came to her eyes and she bared her teeth. It was unbelievable. She felt like she was being split in two. And then Hurk paused. She looked down at herself and Hurk. She couldn't see anything clearly through the veil of tears, but he seemed to be waiting for something. She continued to try her hardest to relax herself. She succeeded very slowly. It was as if her vagina was getting used to the stretching.

Hurk looked down at Nats. She was soaking wet. The pain, the stress, the fear... it had all caused her body to try to sweat it all out. He looked at the target of his efforts. Nats was stretched to the max. He would probably actually be able to rent out his cock as a birth simulator. He had barely been able to get his tip inside her before he had encountered the resistance of her hymen. He had decided to wait a moment, give her a chance to catch her breath and get used to him a bit before he would deflower her.

He had never understood this hype about sex with virgins. Sure, being first was something this woman would never forget. She would never forget who had taken her virginity, and if one had done reasonably well, she would probably even remember it fondly. But as a rule, the first time was a stressful affair, fraught with pain and trauma, and most girls had only limited fun the first time with a partner. It was much more satisfying to have sex with a woman who already had a little experience, who could get much more involved with him and who might even take the reins herself.

Hurk licked his lips and looked at Nats, who was looking at him out of watery eyes.

"Are you OK? Are you ready?"

It was a purely rhetorical question. How could anything be OK at this moment, and how could she be ready for what was about to follow. But YES, she was OK in so far as the pain was halfway bearable and that she had prepared herself as well as possible for the pain that would now follow. With clenched teeth and flattened ears, she nodded curtly. Hurk took a deep breath and penetrated her. The resistance that the hymen offered him he overcame with ease. The resistance her vagina offered was another matter. If he hadn't been holding her by the hips, he probably would have just pushed her across the bed.

The searing hot pain almost took her breath away. Her body reared up against the intruder and she wanted to scream. But she couldn't produce a sound at that moment. The stifled grunt that her body produced instead of a scream was also more a sign of the tightening of her abdominal muscles as they tried desperately to push Hurk's genitalia back out of her body. Hurk was merciful in that he paused after the thrusting and gave her time to adjust to the new situation.

"Breathe girl... you hear me?... Breathe..."

His voice sounded almost worried. He knew the breathing reflex would force her to breathe, but it was better if she started breathing on her own before then. Only now did Nats notice that she was holding her breath. It took a surprising amount of convincing to get her body to breathe. Gasping, she forced the old air from her lungs and eagerly sucked in new. It was more like panting than breathing. Hurk remained patient. Only when he was sure she was halfway okay did he start to move his hips. When she noticed he was about to move, her hands groped for his. She got a hold of one and clung to it.

"... Pl... Please... slowly..."

Gasped Nats. Hurk took her hand and held it tightly. He nodded and leaned down. He kissed her hand and then placed it on her lower belly.

"Here, can you feel this? Here you can feel me moving. I'll be very slow and careful."

Said Hurk calmly and lovingly. Nats groped on her belly and felt the bump under her skin. Something like fascination sprouted in her. It distracted her from her pain for a short time. Hurk let his Paw rest on hers and slowly began to move his hips. Slowly but steadily he let his member slide inside her vagina. First back, toward the entrance.

Nats could feel him moving inside her. It was a feeling of complete relief as he pulled his cock out of her. Just before he was all the way out, though, he stopped and began to penetrate her again. The resistance to his penetration was already much weaker. Nats felt every millimeter of his length. She moaned at the stretching of her innards and drew in a sharp breath. However, when he was felt again under her hand, she had to giggle briefly. It was such a strangely bizarre situation. His penetration still hurt, but at the same time it stimulated so many nerve endings that each thrust gave her electric jolts that seemed to run up her spine. And then there was this sensation that she could feel from the outside as his cock moved inside her. She was constantly moving back and forth between pain and lust.

Hurk, on the other hand, was just in heaven. Her vagina was tight, wet and hot. Every movement inside her drove him to new heights. It was only thanks to Hank, who was constantly on Hurk's collar, that Hurk didn't leave it all behind and fuck Nats across the apartment. He exercised extreme restraint by his standards by taking his thrusts slowly and checking each one to make sure he didn't go too deep. He didn't want to hurt her unnecessarily, it was a wonder anyway that she hadn't simply suffered a perineal tear. Slowly he could also feel Nats getting used to the act. Her moans sounded less painful and her muscles seemed to resist him less. Imperceptibly, he picked up the pace and was rewarded with louder moans from his partner.

"Hnnnn... Haaannn... Nnnyaaa..."

Her voice was divine. Her moans only fueled his lust and desire. It was harder for him to control himself with each emitted sound of pleasure. He looked up into her face. Her tears were still flowing, but the expression on her face was no longer just pain. It was this mixture of pain and pleasure... but that was something else, something he couldn't quite interpret. Her breathing rhythm was determined by his thrusts. With each thrust into her, Nats exhaled and screamed her pleasure and torment into the bedroom, sucking in new air with each pull out. By now she had clawed her hands into the sheets of the bed and lay there in a puddle of sweat, tears and blood. She was being pushed back and forth by Hurk's increasingly brutal thrusts. Articulate speech was not possible. Nats lived in a world in which only her survival instincts functioned. Every push into her innermost caused pain, but every pull out was filled with orgiastic horniness. She had surrendered completely to her body, which seemed to cope at least halfway with this situation. She had imagined her first time quite differently.

She could feel Hurk speeding up once again and his movements becoming more choppy and erratic. She knew enough about sex that she knew he was about to climax. Hurk was indeed close to his orgasm.

*Just pull it out...but why?...The last thing she needs and we need is for her to get pregnant...with her I was always allowed too...YES, with her we knew she was on the pill too...she's almost 18, surely she will...NO she won't, she's from a foster home...Yeah, I know...they're not likely to pay for her to take the pill...probably not...SO?!...yeah it's ok...*

Hurk bared his teeth and a long plaintive growl left his throat. He paused for a moment and then pulled his cock out of Nats. He was just about properly out of her when he spurted. In long strings his cum flew across her belly and landed all over her torso. Hurk slumped back and squatted on his heels. Breathing heavily, he looked down at his handiwork.

Nats couldn't quite figure it out, why had he pulled him out? Basically, she was glad he had. It was supposed to be a safe day, but better safe than sorry. She was lying in front of Hurk and couldn't feel her legs, now all kinds of muscles, bones and joints were calling out, not to mention other soft tissues. She breathed heavily and tried to swallow her pain. Carefully she tried to slide away from him a little. Hurk looked up at her and grinned with satisfaction.

"Wait, I'll help you."

His voice sounded completely relaxed and... happy?! He took one of Nats' legs and gingerly lifted it over him to the other side. He moved it slowly, knowing that she would certainly be in pain. Nats turned on her side and slowly pulled her arms and legs together into a fetal position. Hurk let her have her way. He had had his fun, that was all that mattered now. He dropped sideways onto the bed and enjoyed the afterglow of his climax some more. He was completely out of it. On cloud nine, so to speak. He didn't notice Nats shakily get up and leave the room. It wasn't until she was gone that he noticed she was no longer on the bed.

*Must have gone to the bathroom...*

He thought and stretched out. There was nothing better than that liberated feeling after a proper orgasm.

*We should check on her...why? Where would she go... You raped her, traumatized her... Yes? So?... Hello? Are you crazy?... She's already been through several suicide attempts... if you really want to check it out, then go yourself...*

With that, Hurk left the field to Hank again. Just as he was about to get up, Nats came back into the bedroom. She looked terrible. Her fur was completely disheveled, she was stained all over with cum, her eyes were red from crying and she was limping. She walked silently toward him. She was carrying something, but he couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Hey Nats...I need to get back to you..."

That was as far as he got when she jumped at him and jabbed at him with the big chefs knife.

...

"Haaaaaaargh..."

Hank startled out of his nightmare. Hectically he ran both hands over his chest. He was unharmed. Breathing heavily, he looked around. Next to him, Nats lay naked in bed and slowly turned to face him. Out of sleepy eyes she blinked at him.

"Jeez Hurk... first you fuck me to the hilt and then you don't even let me sleep..."

...

Hank snapped his eyes open. It was quiet in his bedroom. Only the monotonous ticking of his alarm clock could be heard. And the soft but regular breathing of Nats. He very slowly turned his head toward her. She was sound asleep. Carefully, he lifted the blanket. She was still wearing his T-shirt and sweatpants. He sent a short, silent nudging prayer to heaven and lowered the blanket again. He took a careful deep breath. He didn't want to wake Nats. Then he heard.

*He...he...he...he...what are you laughing at...oh you know. Your dreams are my dreams too...how could I forget...so I had my fun. Didn't you?...Hurk, if I wasn't so tired, so worn out, and so fucking fucked up about this dream...then what?...Then I would be discussing with you right now how fucked up this all was, what an absolute sick asshole you are, and if it wouldn't be better to throw us off a bridge...Be my guest...Fuck you...I love you too...*

Hank was happy that it had only been a dream, even though it had felt really damn real. He lay awake for quite a while, listening to the ticking of the alarm clock and the breathing of the young woman next to him. How he would miss that when she left.

*Let's keep her... we've already had that subject... Yes, and I stand by it, she would be better off with us... better? With a psychopath I can't fully control, you just witnessed what would happen if I let go of you even for a moment... man, that was a dream. A nightmare... don't tell me it would have been different if it wasn't a dream... who knows?*

Hank gritted his teeth. Hurk got on his nerves so bad sometimes with his know-it-all attitude. They both knew that the scenario in the dream had been one of the better ones. There had been others in the past. He looked once again at Nats, who moved slightly in the dream and mumbled something unintelligible, only to fall deeply asleep again immediately afterwards. Hank smiled and relaxed. Gradually his eyelids grew heavy and he slowly drifted back to sleep.