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Chapter 9

I thought I knew the town inside and out. Turns out I only knew one small corner of this town, namely the residential section. The wolfboy and I quietly walked along this one road past one of my clients' houses; I'd always wondered where this road led to, but had never had the time or interest to actually find out. I always thought it led to the countryside farms.

Which it did, but it passed them by more than leading to them. It was actually pretty scenic, seeing the farmlands all cloaked in soft white. Then sun was breaking through the clouds too, leaving these very pretty streams of yellow and white filtering down and gently pulsating as the cloud fragments moved by. Come to think of it, that was probably my first ever "walk", just a leisurely travel, not in any hurry to get anywhere. It was rather relaxing, and it helped settle my mind a good deal. Until...

"So um...I'm sorry about before, if I...if I made you feel awkward," he said, breaking the silence. He was looking off to the side, away from me. "When something strikes my interest I have a bad habit of staring...you just remind me of someone but I can't place who." As usual I was silent, just giving a nod, though I doubt he saw it. Silence fell again, albeit awkwardly. "Um...do you ever talk? You're awful quiet." He looked at me as he said this, probably to see if I'd react. I just shrugged. "I see..."

The wind suddenly picked up, making me shiver and draw my coat closer. Wait no...it wasn't my coat. It was his. I had forgotten I was still wearing his jacket. The wind didn't seem to bother him though; he tilted his head up a bit and closed his eyes, letting it ruffle his fur. A question was burning on my mind, finally forcing my mouth to shape the word. "Why?"

He looked at me again, eyes a little wider than before. "What?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

I stumbled over my own tongue and just looked at the ground.

"Oh...why am I doing this?" I just nodded. "Well...you seem lonely and lost, and you apparently need new clothes. I just wanted to be nice and help you." He rubbed his neck, looking away again. "It's...another one of my habits...when I see someone in need I just gotta help them somehow or else it bugs me the rest of the day." I think he was blushing, though I couldn't tell through his fur. That's a problem with Furs, you can't tell when they're blushing or not until it extends to their ears and tail. By the time their ears flatten or their tail curls, that means they're REALLY embarrassed or shy or nervous. ...Do Furs even blush in the first place? Ah, that's not important. What was important was what lay ahead as we passed the third farm. I saw what looked like a huge upright rectangle, just a shade darker than the wintery haze in the air. As we drew closer it darkened even more, some other shapes around it coming into view. I didn't even notice the "Welcome to Pathgal!" sign by the road, my eyes were drawn to the buildings rearing up before me. Gigantic towers with strange, rather organic designs that were apparently made to reduce wind stress. Low-lying store complexes with graceful "ergonomic" curves to the walls and roofs. Small, elaborate walkways spanning a huge garden and pool beneath (granted, all brown and dead from winter, but still, it was a sight!). Trees both real and carved or sculpted dotting the sides of the paths. Overhead walkways and tram paths curving through the air, held in place by more curving poles that were fashioned like plant growths, with fruit-shaped lamps. A central complex shaped like a shallow amphitheater, in the middle of which stood a 30-foot-tall eagle sculpture with an outstretched wing, a set of arrows clasped in one talon and a laurel wreath around the ground it stood upon. In the chipped and fractured tiles around it, one could make out the words "E Pluribus Unum". This was apparently the mascot of the Old World America that the Humans were from!

"Parthgal..." my associate said, looking around. "One of the many interracial cities still left over from the war. This is the Human district; to the east is the Dragons, and to the North is the Furs. They each have their old-world mascots that symbolize what each race contributed to making this world work in harmony. Of course, there was a lot of internal feuding over which mascots would be used, but in the end everything worked out." A dim pulsing sound reached my ears and we both looked up to see a strange flying vehicle with something spinning atop it, heading into the heart of the city. "Ah...another medivac chopper...I didn't know helicopters were used this close to residential areas."

"Medivac?"

"Medical evacuation, probably some soldiers that were attacked trying to preserve the peace. They're being taken to the Parthgal Hospital over there."

So that's where my uncle was.

If I was impressed by the city, what was next nearly sent me into overload shock. The Mall. Now, after the war, things were still getting back into business and operation. There were no vehicles save for those used by authorities, and most of the buildings were without the majority of their power. The Mall wasn't functional as a building complex, but my gosh, it was bustling as a bazaar haven! Makeshift stalls were lined up in the hallways broadcasting all sorts of different wares, and some of the larger rooms were opened up and lit by glowsticks or crystals to illuminate larger merchandise that couldn't be fit into a hallway stall. Some of the Dragon vendors even had ceiling stalls, with chairs suspended from the ceiling and their merchandise affixed to the rafters in nets. It was crowded, colorful and so diverse I didn't think it was possible. And that was just the shopping part! There were thousands of Dragons, Humans, Furs and hybrids browsing the stalls or walking around or sitting or eating in the food court...the food court...my stomach grumbled as my partner led me through the halls, the smells of barbeques, sauces, meats, vegetables, spices, breads and sugars assaulted my nose. Everything was out in the open. Salads, sandwiches, fish, kebobs, all sorts of wonderful exotic recipes...

"First time here huh?" he asked with a grin. He seemed to be enjoying the awe in my face. "Let's go get you some clothes first, then we'll see to that complaint in your belly."

I blushed...I'd forgotten that wolves have excellent hearing, he'd heard it even over the clamor of shoppers and hagglers.

"Let's see...aha, here's good outlet." How he knew, I had no idea since very few stalls were labeled. "A lot of them have prices marked as final, but if you're good at bargaining you can get some good stuff for a good price." He then showed me some very beautiful jackets and skirts and shirts and even some very soft lamaro undergarments (it's kinda like cotton, but softer). And everything was new and in very good condition. I could have cried. All he did was smile and nod as I held a few things up against myself in question of how they looked on me, though as usual in public I spoke not a word. When I was finished he took the clothes form my arms and brought them to the counter. This was my first experience in bargaining.

"Ilchrons. Twenty twenty-three five eleven eighteen thirty-five." "Keep. Eighteen twenty keep nine fifteen twenty-seven." "Nineteen twenty-two keep ten seventeen thirty." "Eighteen twenty keep keep fourteen twenty-five." "Keep keep keep ten fifteen twenty-eight."

He slid the "keeps" out of the way. They kept at this over the remaining articles until finally the vendor said "Keep" to the last one and the prices were settled.

"Thank you sir," the wolf said as he took the bag of clothing.

"Thank you, you and your girlfriend have a nice day." We both looked at each other nervously; I had to fight from turning beet-red. Down at the food court he cleared his throat.

"Eheh..yeah. Forgot that shopping with a girl would give that impression. Sorry." Scratching behind his ear nervously he looked around. "Why don't you go find something you'd like to eat and...I guess I should walk you home or something, if you're okay with it that is."

I had to think about that, especially after the dealer having thought us to be in a relationship. I didn't know what to choose for lunch though, or well...dinner by now, I didn't notice it was getting dark until I finally ordered some fried scallops and hachimarlu fish. I was really hungry for seafood, and this was definitely satisfaction for my hunger. Scallops and rice fried together on the side of a filet of buttered fish...and it was cooked just right, the sort of flavor that melts in your mouth...mmmm. He got himself a few kebobs of various meats and vegetables, it smelled delicious but I was more in a mood for fish. As we ate in silence, watching everyone else around us, I started to feel a little awkward. He'd just spent a bunch of money on me and I hadn't said a word. Looking up at a window I realized it was getting really late, the sun was setting and dad would be really worried.

"You...don't have to walk me home...it's getting late and..." He turned his eyes to me as he chewed. "I'll just...get there faster flying."

He nodded. "Alright. I just hope I was able to help you today. I'll take you to the edge of town since it's easy to get lost in the evening here."

I nodded, but still felt awkward, unable to make myself say anything. After we finished we headed out. Now I was feeling exhausted. I guess it's called sensory overload or something, but wow, sitting there with all that noise, all those new sights, it was overwhelming. I felt myself starting to crash. When we reached the edge of town he sighed, rubbing his neck. "Alright...well...be safe going home."

I nodded. "Thank you...thanks for today..." I took a few steps, then paused. I don't know why I did it, but the next thing I knew I was hugging him tightly, trying not to cry. He'd given so much in just a few hours...no one except my dad had ever done so much for me... "Thank you so much..."

I think I surprised him because it took him a few moments to recover, but I felt him hug me back. "You're welcome. If you ever need help, just ask around for Calin. Mind if I ask your name?"

"Anne..."

It took me a bit to settle myself, but eventually we broke off and I launched myself into the air with my bag of new clothes. From the ground, I had no idea where I was, but from the air I could easily see the hill and woods of the mansion. Rather than meandering through town, it was about a ten-minute flight straight home at a good clip, thankfully the sky was clear now and the sun hadn't fully set. Everything was a deep golden orange color with mauve shadows, it was really pretty. As I landed on the driveway and trotted to a slower walk from the inertia, I suddenly felt afraid. Was dad going to be upset at me for being out all day? I hesitated at the door, my hand frozen on the handle. With a heavy sigh I pulled it open, grimacing at the loud, echoing creak. Dad was right there in the entry hallway sitting on a chair, from which he immediately stood up.

"Anne! Where have you been??"

I shivered and then burst out crying, thinking he was angry. "I'm sorry dad I'm so sorry..."

He came up to me and hugged me close, gently rocking me. "Anne, please don't ever do that again, don't disappear all day...I was so worried about you, I thought you'd been kidnapped or something." In a way, I had been. I'd had my heart kidnapped that afternoon. I was silent, handing dad the card from my pocket. He just flicked it over his shoulder and picked me up, hugging me close. "Where were you all day?"

I lifted up the bag of clothes. "Someone took me shopping in Parthgal because they saw I needed new clothes."

I couldn't quite read his face but I think he was relieved. "As long as nothing bad happened... but please Anne, don't ever disappear like that without letting me know where you're going. I was so scared I'd lost my little girl again..." He set me down, then laid his hands on my shoulders. "But you're home and safe. How about you show me these new clothes then?" he added with a bit of a smile. I nodded with a small grin.

"Dance lessons?"

"We can do that too." After a little more hugging he led me to one of the side rooms I'd cleaned last week and sat down on a chair. "There's a curtain you can change behind if you want."

I shook my head and grinned slyly, setting the bag down. Not bothering with the curtain I stripped naked before him, slowly pulling my underwear down with my tail hiked to give him a full view of my netherlips. I could almost hear the fabric of his pants strain a bit as his erection bolted upright. I took my time putting on my new bra and underwear, teasing him, then slipped on my new blue skirt and one of the shirts, a light lavendar with some soft mauve swirls. He smiled and clapped softly. I took off my shirt and put on the new one, his eyebrows raising at the gradients of white and blue complementing my ice-blue hide.

"Very beautiful...excellent choices. You'll catch a lot of attention in those."

Grinning, I sauntered over to him. "There's only one attention I really want..."

He smiled and stood up, taking my hand. "We can do that after your dance lessons." As we walked upstairs he sighed a bit. "I'm sorry, Anne...I should have taken you shopping for new things to wear, but...it's all been so much at once that it completely escaped my mind. I should think more about your needs...when I'm feeling strong enough to go outside again, what say we go shopping together at The Mall?"

I nodded with a smile and leaned against him as we approached the familiar huge gold-trimmed room. We spent a good hour and a half in the dance hall, dad teaching me a few new extravagant moves like twirling and catching, where he'd spin me in front of himself right into his waiting arm, leaning me back. It was really romantic, having such a big, strong dragon tenderly guiding my motions. It was also kinda nice to dance in clothing, since our previous dances had been undressed. Finally, as the music began drawing to a close, he picked me up bride-style. I leaned in and kissed him, purring, enjoying the passion he showed back as he kissed me while carrying me upstairs to my bedroom. I guess he planned on sleeping with me in my bed instead of the vice-versa. After our showers separate I came back into my room, toweling myself off, to find him already on the bed reading a book, his penis half-extending lazily from his sheath. He smiled up at me and placed a bookmark in it as I crawled onto the bed by him and knelt over him, my breasts hanging over his chest. His hand gently rubbed and massaged my left breast, making me purr contently.

"So, how was it today?" he asked.

"Fine." I moved over him, straddling his hips, laying myself down atop him, his penis nicely sandwiched between our bellies. "I never knew Parthgal was an historic site."

"We haven't quite reached that section of your world history lessons, but yes. It's one of the main centers where interracial agreements were reached in times past." He purred and shifted a bit as I ground my hips up along his length. His penis twitched up, the head pressing right against my labia. We both moaned softly as I slid back down, my tight passage spreading around his shaft until my clit was pressed right up against his sheath. His penis was so warm, so filling inside me...it felt as if it had been custom-made only for my vagina.

"Dad...for making you worry...is there something you wanna do?" I asked, slowly grinding my hips side to side, feeling him move around inside me.

He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back, nibbling my neck. It made me shiver, how tender he was. "Just a night with my little girl is all I need."

"But I wanna do something for you..."

He sighed through his teeth, looking at me. I could almost see the gears grinding as he thought. "Well, there is something we haven't tried. Want to try breast sex?"

I nodded and pulled off him, shivering again as his penis slid out of me and poked my clit. He gently rolled me onto my back and then straddled my chest, his hands pressing my breasts together as he slid that wonderful 8-inch length between them. I held his hands and giggled, watching the head of his member appear and then slide back as he started to slowly thrust his hips. It was an oddly arousing idea that the same penis that had made me was now being pleasured by the breasts it had helped in forming... He smiled down at me and teasingly pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Chills of bliss shot through me as he did that, I couldn't help moaning. I pressed my breasts a little more firmly around his shaft, smiling back as his eyes closed and he groaned softly, his hips thrusting a little faster. His penis poked my chin, so I gave it a little lick, watching him shiver. As he ground that wonderful length between my breasts, letting me suckle on the tip every few thrusts, it came to my mind what he'd said about himself being so "frail" when we first met... in the span of a little over a month he'd gone from a silent recluse to a strong, caring father with energy to spare for me. He still hadn't recovered his old sexual stamina though, for it didn't take long for his knot to start swelling up. I closed my mouth around the head of his penis and gave him a few slow, loving suckles, listening to his moan rise into a muffled roar as he hilted his sheath against my breasts, his shaft throbbing heavily. A torrent of thick, creamy warmth flooded my mouth; I gulped it down eagerly, still suckling on him to draw out as much of his cream as I could. It was a little more bitter than usual, but still oddly addictive. After giving me his midnight snack, he lay down by me in a haze, staring at the ceiling.

"Tired?" I whispered, licking some of his cum from my lips.

He nodded slowly, then turned over and smiled at me. "That was the first time I've ever done that. I've seen it done but never actually done it."

I purred happily at the notion of giving him a first time. He leaned in and we both hugged as our lips met, our chests rumbling with a happy purr. It only took a little bit of this intimate cuddling to arouse us again, and feeling that he wanted another go, I rolled over so my back was against his chest, offering myself as I lay my left leg over his. He nibbled my shoulder affectionately as he slid his erection into me. How I loved the feeling of his penis inside me... As usual I was silent, simply enjoying this as we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. In the back of my mind though, I knew I had to find some way of reading those labels on Alfred's paints. It kept bugging me, now that I wasn't distracted by shopping. Something told me I had to read those before he got back. But why?