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I had been on the road for four months now, according to a fancy wrist watch I had looted, and it was the second day of September. So far I had only made it into the southern part of Nevada in to a town called Mesquite, and had managed to avoid entering any town, except Las Vegas. Las Vegas had been tempting, as it had still had lights on in the central area, but on the highway in from California had been a sign with a number of bodies hanging by a rope from it. The old highway sign had been altered to read 'Refugees and outsiders will be killed with no questions asked.' I had skirted the outermost parts of the city, only making quick forays in at night for water; which had been harder to find than most places. It had been clear someone was systematically looting the outer areas.

As a result of avoiding towns, I hadn't talked to anyone sense I had woken up in the Pendleton hospital. I was feeling dang lonely at this point, and had to resist looking for people to meet up with. Scrounging for food had shown me more than one body that had clearly been beaten to death or shot. It did a lot to strengthen my resolve about not meeting anyone.

Today however, I was going to have to enter town and scrounge for a while. I was very low on water, pony feed, and I needed new shorts as the crotch of my last pair had torn out two days ago. I also needed to look for basic winter clothing; nights were getting a bit chilly, and it wouldn't be long before it was very cold out. The feed and clothing worried me more than the water; in these areas at least the water still flowed from the tap in many homes.

I slipped into the outskirts of Mesquite in the late evening; with the sun already down behind the mountains, yet still enough light to see by. I entered a residential street and started slipping into homes. I searched pantries and cupboards looking for food; people's rooms for clothing but the homes looked like they had already been ransacked. I found no food that was fit to eat and no clothing that would fit. Well, not that I would wear at least.

The boxer shorts I found were a size two small and gapped open around my sheath, accenting it. Looking at myself in a mirror by flashlight, the tip of my pecker peaked out and I wondered if a girl would find the look sexy. I took them off feeling an odd reluctance that I didn't understand, given how lewd it would have been to wear them, and tossed em back onto the floor I had found them on.

By my watch it was almost midnight when I went across the highway into another neighborhood where the houses were more closely packed together. I had at this point found feed for BJ, and had put some in her nose bag for her to munch. It was in this neighborhood that I screwed up. I think I had grown overconfident, what with not running into anyone so far.

I stepped around a corner leading BJ, as she busily gobbled up her feed, and found myself standing on the edge of a front yard with a dozen or so rats, or maybe mice, in it. Most of them where blatantly and obviously male as none of them wore pants and many were nude. The first thing I noticed about the short rodents though was that almost all the boys in the group had big, and I do mean big balls. As well, all the boys had boners and one was clearly humping some kind of squirrel girl. She was under the rat as he thrust his cock in and out of her; both squeaking in what I thought was pleasure. My ears laid back in embarrassment, as I felt my pecker swell and poke out of my sheath, and I wondered if the damn thing really did have a mind of its own. One of the other rat girls was fondling a rat boy as they watched the older rat hump the squirrel.

I was starting to back away embarrassed by interrupting what they were doing and because I had been trying to avoid people. However one of the boys, who I noted was stroking his boner slowly, saw me and snickered as he said loudly, "We got ourselves a peeping tom and he seems to think its Halloween!"

He felt his ears going flat in even greater embarrassment; he had never given thought to how his armor would look to others. He had worn it for SCA events and Halloween both, in the SCA it had received compliments on the good job him and his uncle had done, not ridicule. He gripped the walking stick he had in his right hand and the lead rope in his left tightly and said as politely as he could, "I'm sorry, I did not mean to walk in on you like this. I'll just go now," He finished as the rat humping the squirrel gave a grunting squeak that sounded of triumph.

Even as I was taking my first step back the rat stood up and turned towards me; jets of white squirting from his boner still as he did. "Now now no need to be hasty," he said to me in a slightly breathless voice that seemed jovial. "We would be happy to entertain you for the night. Beth why don't you help this knight in shining armor to relax," he said to one of the girls who hadn't been sitting with a boy. Then without pause he went on, "Brian, see to that pony of his."

The rat girl smiled at me in a way that made me feel nervous, even as it made my sheath feel tight. Something in her look promised forbidden delights. I took another step back as I said, "No really that's okay," I replied, sounding nervous even to my own ears, "I should be going".

The rat boy laughed and shot back, "Now now, she won't do anything you don't want her too. I do insist you stay though," he told me quite seriously.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I told him as I took another step back clearing the side of the house.

The rat boy who was clearly the leader snarled this time, "It would be in your best interest, mutt!" He was clearly out of patience and motioned to some of the other rats who picked up baseball bats, golf clubs, and big knives. They began to spread out, encircling me. Right then I really wished I wasn't wearing heavy armor with BJ in tow. There was no way I was running away from them I was to hindered between BJ and my armor to do more than jog.

I let BJ's lead rope drop and gripped the walking stick in both hands. It was one of the carbon fiber ones with a sharp point on the end, and very sturdy. The first rat stepped up, and I menaced at him with my walking stick. Another one stepped up on my other side and took a swing at me with the golf club. While I hadn't been old enough to fight on the field with the adults, my uncle had taught me a lot about how it worked, I tapped the golf club aside, and took a threatening swing at the other rat to drive him back. A third rat joined the first two even as I took another step back, and the three of them rushed me together.

The pole of my walking stick blurred as I smacked the first on a punishing blow on the shin that made him give a squeaky scream of pain as I turned and kicked the second in his handily large ball sack. Even as the second one dropped his club and clutched himself with a shrill squeal of agony, I took the third one's blow on my shoulder armor.

The blow landed with a loud crack of metal against metal and I felt the impact as only a bit of pressure on my shoulder. BJ gave a squeal of panic and bolted away, which put her out of my line of sight. The rat leader swore loudly, "Fuck! The damn pony is getting away with the goods!" He pulled out a little snub nosed revolver and with a barking bang, shot at BJ.

I heard an equine squeal and thrashing noises from behind me and suddenly something in me snapped. It wasn't a game anymore; this fucking rat had just shot my only companion for the last three months. I hadn't known until that moment that I had grown to love the pony. I stepped forward towards the rat leader, past the rats in front of me and, snarled low and menacingly, "I'm going to fucking rip you apart, you fucking waste of space!" The pole whistled though the air as the rat leader gaped at me, shocked at the sudden change in my behavior.

His shock was such that he didn't get the pistol aimed at me before the pole hit his wrist with all my strength behind it. The blow left the rats hand dangling at an unnatural angle as he squealed in pain. The next hit took him in the jaw and snapped his head to one side as blood and teeth flew from his muzzle, and then I smashed him in the face from the other side, snapping his head to the other side with more bits spraying away. The blow that followed that, as he was starting to fall, took him in the thigh with a meaty smack. It changed his fall from one going down to falling sideways and he sprayed blood from his muzzle as he continued to scream. I pushed him on to his back with a vicious kick to his nads and then drove the pole down into his upper chest aiming for the heart. The strike had all my enraged strength and weight behind it, and I had been bulking up a lot over the last few months, giving the strike enormous power. The sharp tip on the walking stick punched into his chest and the little plastic circle that was there to keep your stick from going too far into the ground snapped off as I punched the pole all the way through the rat into the ground.

The rat gave an ear splitting squeal and grabbed the pole with both hands, his eyes nearly bulging out of his face as a froth of bubbly blood spurted from his lips. He went slack a moment later, as I was hauling the stick from his chest. I snarled, "Who's next, you motherfuckers?"

Sheer shock at the sudden brutal violence had paralyzed them, but in that moment they all woke up to what had happened. Some backed away, looking sickened but some stepped forward with hate filled eyes. I heard from behind me, "You killed my brother, you son of a bitch!" I felt a hot point of pressure in my thigh and looking down saw that one of the rats I had stepped past had driven his kitchen knife to the hilt in my thigh. The growl that came from me was deep and primal, a growl of an enraged lupus beset by annoying little prey animals on all sides. All the rats I could see pissed themselves at the sound and the rat that stabbed me started to scrabble backwards with terror in his eyes as my pole came around and hammered into his shoulder. As he started to writhe in pain from the hit, I drove the pole into his belly pinning him like a bug to the ground.

I smiled gruesomely at the squeal of agony and started to turn to back to the others when something hit me in the side of the head and sent me staggering. I vaguely realized I had just heard the pistol go off as my wounded leg gave out. I think I stopped myself from falling over with my pole but wasn't sure. There was a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Kinda reminded me of popcorn. "No," I thought as I struggled to focus, like gun fire. I can't remember anything clearly for a while after that.

***** Jess *****

I had watched the whole thing going down from the shadows. The dog had clearly not been paying much attention as he had rounded the corner and encountered the rats I had been watching, and wondering if I should approach. I had been happy enough to observe what happened, to better judge if I should make contact with the rats.

They seemed to be lead by a fellow with some ability to plan. He had spent the day looting with a group of younger rats doing guard duty. They had loaded the things they clearly wanted to keep most into a big RV for most of the day. After sunset they had spent time eating and then they had watched movies, using power from a small generator they had. The movies had started off with things the youngest amongst them had liked until all the children had fallen asleep. There had only been four little ones in the group and that had bothered me a bit, why so few?

After the little ones were asleep in the RV however, the movies switched to porn. Watching the porn had left me wet and aching for a good roll in the hay. It hadn't helped that the leader took a young rabbit girl and started screwing her in front of everyone. Given the reactions of the others though, it was clear this wasn't the first time they had public sex. It was looking like it was going to be an orgy before the dog had come around that corner, and I had really had to resist fingering myself.

Watching I quickly lost any desire for getting laid as the rats went from asking him to join them to demanding the dog stay the night. He started off defending himself well enough but showed no real aggression until the leader pulled what looked to be a saturday night special out and shot the pack pony that had been in the process of bolting away from the fight. Were he hadn't been fighting like he meant if before that, the dog went nuts after and beat the rat leader into the ground like a tent peg so fast it had clearly shocked the rats. In doing so however he left himself open to attack from behind and apparently the leader had a brother who was quite upset at the rather sudden demise of his sibling. Things had gone poorly after that, for the dog although the snarl he had let loose, while not directed at me, had nearly made me piss myself. I wondered how he had managed to pack that much raw menace into it. As I moved to a good position to support, him on the basis of he seemed like a decent boy, one of the rats had grabbed the revolver and shot him.

The good thing for him was that when he went down on one knee he moved aside enough for me to have a clear shot at the rat with the gun. My glock, which I had put a silencer on, began to bark as I started shooting. Silencers, contrary to popular belief, do not make a gun super quite, but the silencer did cut the noise down so it wouldn't carry nearly as far, handy if you didn't want to alert every one for miles of where you could find someone with a gun. These days I thought that it very was important not to advertise your presence. I shot everyone who didn't run away, and a few who took too long to get around to running away and therefore were not out of sight fast enough.

I still had nightmares about killing Juan and the raccoon whose name I never learned, but after not one but two run-ins with bandits, I had gotten over any squeamishness fast. The thin veneer of civilization was rubbing off fast for us all, so it seemed. Dad had said it would, but it had taken living it to make it real to me. When people's basic needs were not meet, they stopped worrying about a lot of things in the name of survival.

Moving up on the dog I watched him closely. I asked him in a low voice, "How bad are you hurt?"

He turned and looked vaguely in my direction and said rather loudly, "I swear marshal, I only hit him that hard because he was rhino hiding."

"Huh?" I responded, confused. What the hell had he meant?

The dog shook his head slowly and then said in the same loud voice, "Aren't you too short to be a storm trooper?"

I blinked, I was admittedly in military gear from the waist up but I didn't think I looked like a storm trooper. I asked, "Where have you been shot?"

He took a long moment to say, "I'm fine, how are you?" Then he toppled over and I swear, even over the crash of his armor on the ground, I heard him say, "Huston the eagle has landed."

He had lost his grip on the only thing like a weapon he seemed to have had on him, so I stepped over and kneeled beside him. Looking down I was shocked to realize that there was a bullet hole in the side of his helmet. He looked up at me and said clearly and calmly, "Red pepper powder in the face."

I shook my head and reached down and unstrapped his helmet and pulled it off to find it had Kevlar lining it. Smart, though it might have been wiser to put it on the outside of the helmet. Checking his head for bleeding he said to me, "They shot Fritz!" He didn't have any bleeding but a bump the size of a goose egg was swelling on the side of his head and his pupils were dilated.

Well nothing I could really do for his head just this moment I shifted to his leg and examined the knife planted there. He was bleeding but not badly given the wound; clearly the artery in the leg had been missed. It needed more than I could do without my field kit so I propped his legs up as best I could and said to him, "I'm going to go check on your pony real quick." He seemed to be conscious but not really aware of what was happening.

I went over to the pony who was still thrashing about on her side. There was no spot I could see bleeding on her and at last I found that one of the packs had been hit, pushing her over. On a closer look at the packs I saw that she had been loaded up on top so heavily that she hadn't been able to get her feet under her. Grabbing the lead rope and taking a firm grip I cut the eighty pound feed sack from her pack loose and she scrambled up onto her feet shakily. She tried to bolt as soon as she had all four feet solidly under her, but I brought her head around and left her facing me. Her eyes still showed a lot of white about them but she seemed to settle down after that.

Leading her back over to the dog I picked him up carefully, one arm supporting his legs and the other supporting his shoulders. I took us back to my hummer as quick as I could nervous that the rats might decide that attacking me while my hands were so full would be a good idea. When I got back to the hummer I put him in the front passenger seat and tied the pony to the bumper.

I got my first aid kit from the back of the hummer and started work on his leg. I put his seat back as far as it would go, getting an inarticulate "Weeee" from him as the seat dropped back. I applied a tourniquet to his leg after propping it up on the dash to elevate it as much as possible. Then I crossed mental fingers and pulled the knife from his leg. The dog gave a whining yelp and bucked once before collapsing bonelessly back in to the seat. I heaved a sigh of relief both at his passing out and that blood didn't come out of his leg like a broken water line.

I flushed his leg out as quickly as I could, while being sure to do a thorough job on it. Then I started putting stitches in, thankfully I had a lot of practice doing that thanks to dad. He would buy whole chickens and sliced them with a kitchen knife, telling me to stitch the bird up. I had always found the exercise gross, but now I was thankful for all that practice. I used the type of thread that would dissolve harmlessly without someone needing to go back in, and prayed that I was keeping things clean enough.

Once all the stitches in the muscle were in, I got to the skin and hit a snag though. To keep it clean I would need to shave his leg I realized. That would take time and if I left the tourniquet on to long it would be a very bad thing. I whipped out my ka-bar and did the best I could at shaving the spot in a short amount of time before stitching his skin back up. I bandaged up his leg and took the tourniquet off and prayed I had gotten it all right. My first aid training was rather spotty, and I was planning on taking time in the winter to study more from books. I monitored him for a couple of minutes while considering what to do with his pony.

Unloading the pony's pack onto the roof rack dealt with the gear, but he was obviously attached to the pony. I didn't have a trailer along, so how to bring her along? It would take days to go back to my place at a speed that she could follow at. Then it hit me; it was crazy but I had heard of such things working. I got the back seat clear put the dogs seat up and then lead the pony up to the open back door and entered it myself tugging the lead rope to encourage her to follow. I don't know if it had been something she had done before or if she was just one of those horses who would do whatever was asked of them but she scrambled right in. She had to keep her head down and didn't look in the least bit happy but she stayed. I was able to lock her lead rope in place by rolling the window up and pressing the rope into the window frame.

I put the dog's seat back as far as I could with the pony on the back bench, and headed for home. I never noticed until the trip home that nervous horses are prone to taking a dump. Other than that little surprise though, the drive home went smoothly. I put the pony out with Dancer and Spots after getting home.

I put him into my bed and stripped him down. It took a while to get the armor off of him as I didn't know how to unstrap it. But the time it took wasn't wasted, as I got a much better look at him as I did. Under the armor was a dog that looked like Rottweiler. Squat and powerfully built, his muscles already were gaining a powerful look to them. I discarded the rag he was wearing about his waist and wondered why he had bothered with the thing; even if the crotch hadn't been ripped out the thing was worn thin and full of holes.

I looked at his sheath and tight ball sack and grinned, wondering what it would be like to have him thrusting into me. Getting wet imagining it; I groped his balls and sheath, liking the warm feeling of his maleness in my hand. I stopped though, after only a few quick feels, now wasn't the time and after getting him stripped down I went to get everything I needed to give him a bath.

Bathing him was a new and different experience. It was kinda fun to feel him up to my heart's content but it was clear that he hadn't bathed in quite some time and was pretty filthy as a result. The muscles under his skin were very firm, and he really was very handsome. A pity I didn't know his name or been able to meet him under better circumstances. For the time being, I decided to call him Roman, though him being a dog I couldn't help but giggle and think of calling him roman dog.

After getting him cleaned up, I went to the front room and chucked my gear onto the couch, all but my glock and shoulder holster. Thinking about it, I decided to put some beef broth to simmer on the pot bellied stove in my room and bring a recliner from the front room in to sleep on. The next few days he would need close watching.

***** Callen *****

I woke to the delightful smell of eggs in a frying pan and could hear them sizzling. Eggs had never smelled so good before, but then the last egg I had eaten had been before my change. I opened my eyes and saw natural wood beams supporting the ceiling, looking towards the noise I found that the person cooking was a short but stocky female horse or pony. She had striking yellow tan fur with a black stripe that ran from her tail all the way up though her mane. I could see that because other than a belt with a pistol and a chef's apron, she wasn't wearing anything that I could see; facing away from me.

A flick of her tail gave me a flash of things boys my age hoped of seeing but weren't supposed too. I felt a breeze on the tip of my pecker and winced, so embarrassed as I was popping a boner that I totally missed the fact that I was naked with a girl in the room until she had turned around.

Her upper lip flexed in what I had learned from BJ was an expression of pleasure. She said to me, "Well I see your feeling better this morning," even as my hands darted to cover my growing boner.

I stammered, "Um uh, err .... Hi?" as I tried to remember how I got here. There had been a fight I knew. How had it ended? Try as I might though I couldn't remember. I did vaguely remember someone leading me to the bathroom and hand feeding me. Also forcing truly foul tasting pills down my throat while using some truly foul language.

She laughed and held out the plate she was holding to me; the plate was loaded with freshly scrambled eggs. The gurgle that emanated from my stomach warred with my desire to keep my boner covered and she said calmly, "The eggs taste best still warm and fresh, so take them. Over the last five days I have seen all of you, washed all of you and even helped you to the bathroom, so stop worrying about me seeing your cock and balls."

I whined ever so slightly at her statement, and her eyes hardened notably and much of the humor left her voice. "Let me rephrase that. I have only three adult chickens just now. Eat the fucking eggs, you need the protein."

Her tone of voice and manner reminded me of my uncle so much that I took the plate without even thinking and sat up to eat. I had learned young that crossing my uncle lead to very unpleasant punishments. He never gave me more than a swat or two on the butt however PB&J sandwiches, water and being kept in a room reduced to nothing but a bed and a desk, outside of school hours and basic hygiene needs, until you finished your punishment, be it exercises or book learning, had proven quite motivational. I took up the fork and shoveled food into my mouth hastily, but placed the plate in my lap to cover up my pecker while eating. She looked satisfied and picked up a bowl and handed it to me, "Drink this as well." I could smell the orange juice even before I looked.

I asked without thinking, "How did you know I have trouble drinking out of cups?"

She shook her head and said simply if a bit sourly, "Messy experience from the last four days. You're sounding much better today though. Today's the first day we have talked and you've made sense. One more random movie quote and I may have screamed. So let's get a few things out of the way, my name is Jessica Huaptman, but call me Jess. What's yours?"

I stopped contemplating how embarrassing it would be to lap up the OJ with someone watching as I wasn't too neat with it yet and answered, "Callen McBride, Cal for short," before lapping up the OJ as quickly as I could without making an utter mess of it.

It suddenly popped into my head that I didn't know what happened to BJ, last I remembered she had been shot! I asked in a rush, "My pony BJ, is she here? She was shot, is she ok?"

Jess whuffed at me as she reached behind her with both hands and said, "She's fine. She's bossing around the boys out in the field. The bullet didn't hit her, it hit her packs. Which you had over loaded by the way, it kept her from getting up and running away." As she finished she took off the apron having untied it leaving her nude but for the gun belt in front of me.

Had I been able to blush, I'm sure I would have been red down to my toe nails. As it was I barely managed to get out, "Oh thank God." I was sure my eyes were bulging and I knew I was staring at her.

Her breasts were very small, but black nipples peaked from each mound to form points. Lower down her pussy was black skinned and looked much like BJ's but for the fact Jess walked on two hooves and not four, or at least what I could see. I didn't know how much of a boner I was getting until I felt it touching the tin plate in my lap, the metal cool enough to make me yelp. I hastily shifted the plate while trying not to show my raging boner. Her lip twitched and she said huskily, "Like what you see?"

I respond with a faint whine of distress in my tone, "Oh uh err," and coughed trying to pry my eyes away. But there was a scent in the air and it was growing stronger that was very distracting.

I tried to draw my thoughts together but before I could answer she giggled and said, "Why Cal, I think you do!" I couldn't help but notice that the lips of her pussy flexed, and I wondered if she was flashing pink like that pony mare had for the stallion. She reached forward as I tried to think past that scene and focus on the here and now and took the empty dishes away from me before I realized what she was doing.

Part of me was embarrassed to have my boner revealed but a growing part of me wanted her to see it; too do things that I had only dreamed of or whispered about with other boys when no girls were about. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it again uncertain of what to say.

She put the dishes aside before gently pushed me back flat on the bed as she climbed in pausing long enough to remove the gun belt and hang it off a bed post at the foot of the bed. I started to ask a question but all I got out was, "What", before she nuzzled my muzzle, her tongue licking as she did. Without hesitation that I could detect she pushed her tongue into my mouth and teased it over mine, my response was clumsy I knew but I licked her tongue in return.

Her upper lip twitched happily and I felt her hand run down my boner. I felt something squirt from it onto my belly even as my hips bucked and I gave something between a whine, a yip and bark in response. Part of it had been pain from my thigh and the rest from the confused blast of emotions I felt. My eyes wide, I felt her shift, warm wet flesh rubbed along my sheath up my pecker and stopped at the tip. She topped licking and whispered into my ear, "Don't do anything, let me do all the work, I don't want you to damage that leg if yours."

I whined softly, with need, trying to hold still when I felt this pressing urgent need to thrust my boner forward. My body quivered muscles tight as a drum, making my thigh ache horribly. Then she shifted and a warm wet velvet tightness was moving down my boner, I couldn't help it and thrust at her with my hips, even though she had asked me not to. My thrust buried my boner into her as far as it could go and what it felt like defied my ability to describe. It was more physically pleasurable than anything I had ever felt; I wanted more of that feeling. Much more!

I tried to pull back but she road me down and tried to pin my hips saying something as she did but I was strong enough to lift her up as my pelvis thrust at hers. I thrust in a frenzy into her pussy, loud smacking sounds being made as I did. There was no thought, no control, no holding back. The ache in my thigh became something I was only aware of distantly, unaware even that I was grimacing.

My boner seemed to swell even larger as I thrust and bucked. I could feel pressure building, as I strove for something that I had only vague experience with I started to growl from deep within my chest. Jess seemed to have resigned herself to the ride, not that I really gave her much thought. My thrusts got more frenzied but shorter, my balls felt tight ready to explode. Suddenly the pleasure crested, and I exploded within Jess's pussy, I could feel it as I started squirting deep within her.

I fell, or more accurately, relaxed back onto the bed, tongue lolling. Even with pain radiating from my thigh, I felt on top of the world. At least until Jess sat up and tried to climb off me. I yelped as she pulled on my pecker and she looked confused as she said, "What the fuck?", and tried to pull away again.

My response was, "Ow ow ow, don't pull on it like that!" I was surprised as she was but I had seen the bulge at the base of my cock a time or two so at least had an idea of what happened.

"I'm not trying to! Why the hell can't I fucking pull off of you?" she demanded. She didn't yank this time but pulled gently away but I was firmly stuck in her.

"Dogs get stuck when they have sex. Or at least so I've heard. I do know that I get the big bulge down near the base of my pecker sometimes. It will go down in a little while," I explained rapidly as I watched her pussy bulge around what I would learn later was called a knot.

She settled onto my lap and blinked deep green eyes at me and said, "Oh, that's different." She paused seeming to consider then asked, "Are you still cumming?"

I blinked at her and said, "Yes?" in confusion. The wet dreams I had woken up to a few times in the last few months had left me dribbling spooge for a good while afterwards. But I was not going a talk about that to a girl!

She gave a snort that sounded amused, and said, "The throbbing of your erection feels nice."

I thought about that and realized that I could feel it as well. "It is pleasant isn't it?", I said with a grin. The asked in puzzlement, "Why does it feel like one of us wet the bed?"

She huffed and looked indigent, "I did not! I just," she paused and actually ducked her head and sounded embarrassed as she said, "I just orgasmed and um well I uh gush a lot when I do."

"Oh," I said. I couldn't think of anything to say about that, that wouldn't probably be insulting or taken wrong. "So um, is sex always like that?"

She tilted her head and asked, "That intense you mean? I'm not sure. I'd be happy though to experiment and find out. Although next time I may tie you down. I need to look at your thigh, you've healed an amazing amount in just four days but I don't know if it was up to that. How does it feel?"

I considered for a moment, "It hurts, less then when I broke my leg but more than anything else I can remember. My head aches a little too."

"Well I can get you some aspirin after I look at the leg. Doesn't sound too bad." She rubbed my chest and changed the subject, "You're quite the enthusiastic stud dog once you get going. Was this your first time?"

She gave a gentle tug trying to pull away and I shuddered, sending another pulse of seed into her. I couldn't help but stare at the mess where our crotches meet, and my boner disappeared into her pussy. "Yes and if you want me to lose my boner so we can get apart for the love of God don't do that again. It's making me spooge more. Was it yours?"

She grinned and shrugged, "No it wasn't my first time. While we wait for you to finish up you can answer some questions for me." She questioned me for a good long while, most of what she heard she seemed to like. However, I could tell my not carrying the guns I had with me on my person had made me look stupid in her eyes. Truthfully, although I was not going to say so to her, I promised myself to not be so unprepared next time.

After the questioning, I had lost my boner and she slide up and off my pecker making me grimace and try not to get hard again but I failed, my pink cock was peeking from my sheath. She grinned but didn't do anything to me right then and there, other than clean the wetness drooling from her pussy where I could see it. My body responded by showing more pink and a few beads of clear spooge drooling from my boner's tip.

Having cleaned up, Jess took off the bandage on my thigh and I could see a line of stitches in my leg, she commented, "Looking good. No bleeding or sign that you over did it that I can see." Poking the stab wound with a finger she asked me, "How does it feel?"

Glad that she had gotten my mind off of sex for the moment, I answered "It aches right now. The poking hurts just a little, like you were poking a bruise not a stitched wound."

She cocked her head and murmured, "Interesting." Then clearly to me, "You're healing very fast from what I can tell. I wish we had a doctor who could look this over."

The grinning at me she said, "Lacking that however, you get more bed rest. I need to do things around here. Do you need to hit the can before I wander off, and did you want something to read while I'm working?"

Naturally as soon as she mentioned a bathroom break I realized I felt the need to pee so bad I thought I might burst, and number two was feeling urgent as well. "Yes, bathroom would be good, and yes something to read I guess."

She helped me to the bathroom and told me to piss in the tub; she could rinse it out after. I had to go so bad that even though she stayed in the bathroom with me, only turning her back I had no trouble relieving myself. Normally just using the urinal in the boys bathroom at school had me plugged up if someone was nearby.

She cleaned up after me and returned me to the bed though without comment. Leaving me with a US Army manual on first aid in the field, she left with a friendly wave and the words, "I'll check up on you around dinner time, holler if you need anything."

With that she left me on my own for a few hours. The distracting scent with her and alone with my thoughts I remembered where I had smelled the scent before. It had come from BJ every so often and I had smelled it on some of the mares I had let out at the stable. Was Jess in heat? Was that why I had been so out of control when she made it clear she wanted to hump me?

Just thinking about what we had done made my pecker stiffen until I had a raging boner. I part of me wanted to hump her again and again but the other part the part of me that had been there before the change had mixed feelings. We were taught in school that such things weren't to be done before marriage. By what I had been taught it was wrong, but it had felt so very right; I felt more relaxed now than I had in weeks. They had taught it was wrong but the reasons had been mostly vague. The only reason they clearly gave was that sex lead to babies.

I knew I wasn't ready yet to be a father but at the same time, I couldn't say when I would be. When was a person ready for such responsibility? In the end I had to shrug and quote something that I had overheard one of my uncle's friends say to him once, 'What will be, will be'. The world seemed so different now; I wasn't sure what of the old rules applied anymore.

Unsure what was to come, I spent time focusing on that instead, when I wasn't reading the book I had been left. Well that, and how long it would be before I was up and walking. Also, when was I going to be given something to wear?