Watching and Hoping
A dream I had...
It was a rainy day, the rain was down pouring, flooding some of the drains, and the sidewalks. The street light mimics the rain patterns as it hits the ground. Sly was super wet, she covered her head with her hoodie, and tried to bare the waters coldness soaking through her sweater, through her fur, soaked into her pores. It was like ice blades cutting through and trying to do some brutal damage. Her jeans were soaked like its been dunk in pond and swimming in it. Her black tail was caked with mud and water. She felt like she carrying a ton of mud that seem to drag with her for miles and miles from work. As Sly can see her townhome was nearing into the blurry rainy view, she picked up her pace faster, running. The close she got, the longer it felt like it was out of her reach. From working as a tattooist, and a car modification, she was exhausted, she just want to be home, in her bed, with Bailey's and a good book. That's a wonderful idea, Bailey's and a good book. Yea....
Without realizing where she was going, she bumped into something, a solid hard object that would leave a bruise later on. She stumbled and almost lost her balance, until a firm paw reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in close to itself. "You okay Miss?" the object has spoken. Sly was amazed by the quick action that the object reacted when she nearly made a wet scene on the street. "Yea, thank you for preventing me from falling. I would have made an ass out of myself. Again, thank you mister?" as she was trying to figure out who or what this object was. "Chrome, Dylan Chrome." and he glide passed Sly like a breeze, clearing all the troubles from work had followed him. Sly turned around and wanted to invite him for a cup of coffee, but he was nowhere in sight.
Mmm... Sly walked up the stairs, keys in the door and ready to turn, she glanced one more time to see if she could catch him. Nothing was there. "Dylan Chrome. Dylan... As she enters her townhome.
From a distance, Dylan was watching from a nearby alley. He opened his paw and had this bracelet in his palm. "Shit... I should have not gotten a hold of that." he looked up at the window where Sly was removing all of her clothes. With his high tech eye vision, he zoomed in on her view.
[Name: Sly LAST NAME REMOVED FROM DATA-]
[Tattoo Tribal: upper arm, mothers favorite rose on her right shoulder]
[Piercing - Belly, ears and pussy]
[AGE: 26]
[Zodiac Sign - Aries]
[Height: 5'9"]
"Holy shit, Sly has grown up so much. She's sort of a bad girl type. Mmmm" looks at the bracelet once more time and leaves the alley to his own layer.
While the rain continued to pour heavily. After a nice shower to get the shit off the fur and tail. And managed to get into the hot bath, loaded with bubbles, a shot of Bailey's and a book. "Now that's the life to live." as Sly slid down into bubble water filled big tub, only revealing her ears at a view. All of the sudden, the quietness turned into an annoying buzzing sound. With a grunt and lift herself out of the tub, she paused as she got her towel. "The bracelet! Fuck! My mom's bracelet! Darth Chops, fuck, no... Dylan Chrome! You motherfucker!" and went after her iPhone and picked it up. -Unidentified Number- was etched across the screen. The screen unlocked by a special touch code.
"I think you are looking for something that you lost. Meet me at the mansion in one hour. A limosine will come and pick you up. Dress warmly. C."
"C? Definitely Chrome. That's epic. What a wise guy this son of a bitch is. HEY! How did he get my number?!"
Sly heard a horn honking outside and peered out and noticed the limousine was already here. Not realizing an hour can go by fast. "HOLY SHIT!" Hurries and gets all dried up, grabs a fresh pair of jeans, and another hoodie, and hops down the stairs trying to get the jeans on, gets the keys, and finally gets the hoodie over her head. Rushes out and locks the door behind her. Quickly the limo door opens itself, and as startled as Sly can be, she didn't want another down pour of torture. So she quickly climbs in, the door closes as soon as she sat down. As the limo rolls away from her home, she couldn't figure out what this was all about. Why her? More bad karma? The drive was a while, so she closes her eyes and zones out. A glimpse of what happened earlier. Dylan. Bracelet. Unidentified text and she instantly woke up with a racy heart.
Noticing the door barely came open. The sidewalk was covered from rain. Sly slid out and she glanced from right to left, seeing the walls stretched up from ground to sky high. Thunder crashed hard as lightening lightens up the black, purplish sky. Before her, a butler, in very well ironed tux, looking old for his age, waved his fingers to tell Sly to follow. She did, and looked around as she followed the butler. The mansion was huge, covered with knights, swords, shields, axes from almost every corner. No feminine touch of any sort. Just so manly. The butler came to a stop, and turned to Sly, "Miss, please go into this room. Master Chrome will meet you by the mantel. Do not go into any other rooms. Master Chrome is very specific about who enters and who does not." and swirled at his heel and walked away.
Sly approached the long strip fireplace and shivered, trying to shake of the fear, coldness and confusion. She heard a scrap from the marble floor, and another one. Her heart started racing, "Hello?" her voiced echoed off the floor and the walls. Sly started shaking noticeably out of control. So she stuck closer to the fireplace to keep warm. Her tail curls under her, ears were slowly flat to her head, slowly baring her teeth.
"Sly?" Chrome said gently. Sly turned around and was about ready to pounce but what stopped her in her tracks was Chrome's appearance. He was muscular. His body armor was black, reflexes the glow from the fire. Seems possible that the armor that might not even come off. Hes eyes were glowing blue, but the town people said that when hes pissed, they go bloody hell red. He was about 61, his paws were huge, but could be gentle on ladys body. His ears were pretty big for a wolf, or about the size of a fox or a mongooses ear. Highly pointy. Sly glanced up with fear in her eyes. Not knowing what he is capable of. Here this got caught in my paw when I caught you from falling over. He opened his paw and reached out to Sly, gestured to take it.
Sly looked at Chrome, to see if there was an expression to see or read. Or if he had any feelings of some sort. But all she sees is the sharpness of his stretched out pointy triangle eyes looking back at her. She slowly, but with skepicalness, she takes the bracelet and latches it on her left wrist. Thank You Mr. Chrome. I need to get out of here. With panic in her voice, she walked away as fast as she could. Sly, dont you want to stay for a midnight fest? Its nothing big. I hardly eat anyway. Please accept my invitation. He said firmly. She stopped at the tall door, gripping her mothers bracelet, thinking it would be fair to just join. No, she thought. She had a hard time deciding what she wanted. Sly? he asked but had some impatience in his voice. She turned around slowly, and nodded. Chrome approached her, and held out his hand, its a big place for a helpless dame like you to get lost. Do you trust me? With a glance at his paw, still in amazement, they were huge, she puts her small wolf paw into his big paw, and he slowly closing his fingers on hers. Gently pulls her from the big guest room, to this area that leads to the front of the house. Each end had stairs that would go up to a bedroom, or two. Chrome was gentle with Sly, and guides her to another room, the dining room. He released his gentle grip on her paw.
When they arrived at this long table, the butler was going to have her sit on the opposite end of where Chrome was sitting. No, I want her right next to me. This isnt medieval. Please bring me an aged Baileys Irish Cream. And some food. Chrome orders the butler. Wow, he knows my drink? God I need to stop drinking by the window! Sly thought to herself. As she was seated by Chrome, as he sat next to her. Sly, I know you are uncomfortable with me in this. I feel safer in this than my original self. I feel bigger in this. Sly glanced at him and tried to calm her stiff expression. If I stay longer, would you show me who you really are? Chrome slowly shook his head back and forth. Its for my own identity and reasons. You will hate me. Sly searched for his expression again, or if she can see through those glass eyes.
The butler arrived with a shot glass and an aged Baileys. Some food was neatly put down in front of them. Fresh and definitely Mexican style. Sly took a good shot of the aged Baileys. Wow! This is creamy. Better than store brought. In Chromes armor, Dylan smiled and felt good. But it didnt convince him to change his mind about his real appearance. It seems like hours had gone by, Sly and Chrome talked. As Sly glanced at the clock. OH FUCK! I got to be at work in 4 hours and I wont have any good sleep. Shit. Chrome, I need to go. I really do. As she got up. Chrome gently cups his paws over her paw, please stay here. Call in sick. You havent missed any work and have excellent work ratings. Just one little flaw shouldnt hurt you. Besides you were caked in mud and water earlier. Please Sly?
When Sly stood up, she could see Chromes eyes change colors, a soft purple, so inviting and dreamy. If I stay, for your sake, and I call in sick, would you reveal yourself? I am doing this to someone I dont know. Therefore, I think its fair that you prevail yourself.
I knew you were going to ask me that. Alright, I will do it, only for you. But you cannot repeat anything of what you see. Or you will be sorry. Chromes eyes went from a soft purple with some red sparking through it. Sly starred at that recent gesture that his eyes made. Okay
Chromes eyes went back to a gently, soft purple, got up and told her that she can stay in the guest room. And to dress warmly since the temperature will drop. He reached his paw out again, and without any questions asked, Sly slipped her paw into his as he gently closes his fingers over hers. And guides her out of the dining room, up the stairs at the front room entry. Into a bedroom that was definitely a feminine touch to it. Comfy bed, tall oak closets, fireplace, books, own bathroom with a humongous tub in it.
Sly felt almost completed. When she turned around and saw Chrome standing there like a statue. Handsome and strong. She felt something inside her, telling her that this is someone she knows. Someone she hasnt seen in years. Sly walked up to this huge window that was just a few yards across from the guest bed, looking out to see the rain was still pouring hard. As she heard a movement behind her, Chrome walked up to her and gently put his paws over her shoulders. Sly begin to relax a little but felt tense, due to not knowing who she is in the room with.
Sly, I want you to stay right there, facing me. And watch me. Chrome says in a firm voice. When Sly turned around, Chrome backed up a few big steps as she watched him cautiously. The armor slowly powered down, the glowing purple slowly faded, which Sly missed most. Steam evaporated from the opening in the back of the armor. Lightening lit up the room as the thunder boomed through the mansion, leaving behind a tremor. Slys face was stiff, worried and very uncomfortable. But she held in, bracing for the worse the nightmare to happen. A dark form stepped back from behind the armor. Sly instantly shuts her eyes.
A few finger tips with claws gently touched her hand, stroking it. Sly? You can open your eyes. There is nothing to be afraid of. I am harmless. Sly opened one of her eye, and the lighting strikes the sky again. She saw pointy ears, just like the armor, but the fur was lighter than the armor. The moment she opened her other eye, the lights came on, and before her, was a handsome fox. Average build, black hair, brown copperish eyes, some reddish glow had shone on his fur from the flickering light. Sly couldnt help it but searched hard for something recognizable. Dylan? Dylan Chrome? The Dylan that I have not seen years? Where have you been?! she exclaimed and ran to him and gave him a hug. Dylan glide his paws through the back of Slys back, slowly soothing, shaping out her curves. Its been too long since I have been wanting to touch you, hold you and love you. Dylan choked on his last words.
What? Sly replied in bewildered and backed up a step. What did you say? she asked again.
We were in high school, I had watched you from a distance, you were the popular girl who had everything. Every guy on school, home block wanted to yiff you because you were a virgin, and you had everything. Money, cars, and beauty. They didnt want you for who you were inside, a sweet wolf with a good heart. Those football players were just lying assholes who wanted to yiff you. They played your heart, I am not that type of a person Sly. I was the one who left notes in your locker, I was the one who left those cute little things on your Accord. I was The Mystery Secret Admirer. Dylan replied.
Sly stared at him in amazement along with confusion. She shook her head as she tried to take in all the shocking information to her brain to process it. She tried to speak, but all she got was nothing. Instead, she approached Dylan slowly. Sly was only a few inches shorter than him, while he was about 59, wrapping her arms around his waist as her paws connected into each other, nuzzling his firm white chest. Dylan was surprised, and responded with his paws gliding from Slys shoulder, down to her back and felt the curves on the side, and guide his paws back up to her shoulders and slightly pushed her away, just enough to get an eye contact from her. Sly didnt want to let go, but she knew that he had something to say or wanted to act upon.
Dylan slowly stroked Slys jet black muzzle with his slightly closed upper paw fingers, and open them up and smooth out her cheeks. With his thumb, he gently rubbed her check, parting his lips and slowly onto her lips, a kiss that was aged, had suddenly so fresh and warm, pressing a little deeper into the kiss, with some tongue work. Embracing Sly by one paw and arm behind her mid section, stroking gently while the other one was on Slys neck. Just to not let the kiss be broken.
A soft sweet moan escaped from her throat, so inviting yet intimidating. Putting her paws on his chest, feeling his heart beat pounding rhythmically against her padded paws. Sly slowly departed and looked at Dylan with her glowing yellow eyes. You waited for me all this time? Why didnt you do it sooner?
Because I wanted to see if you were a strong young wolf who would think of others, or remember me. When I built that suit, I was able to see that you did. You kept my letters, things on the shelf in your room across from your bed. However, you still couldnt solve the mystery. You have stood up for me when the Fuck Jock Skull had tried to ram me into the lockers, toilets, sinks, trash, you were always there to stop them from them doing it. And thats what I admire you most. You were there when it was always closed call. You were like my guardian angel. Dylan reaches out for Slys cheek and touches it gently. She turned towards his paw for a deeper touch, to remind her this is not a dream. This is real.
D, I am so sorry that I didnt think it was you that did all those beautiful things for me. I should have known. I am so sorry. I wish I had --- Sly was cut off by Dylans kiss. He swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed, not breaking the kiss as he lays her down like she was a delicate rose that could fall apart with one wrong move. As the kiss pressed on, he deepens his kiss, sharing his tongue with hers. Dylan was on his right side, supporting himself with one arm, while the other one caress her sweater covered breast. Sly, was so blown by all the news she got, the swept-me-off-my-feet gig, the kiss the touch and what more to come she was on her back, her left arm laced with Dylans right arm, rubbing his back, while her right paw slides down from his shoulder to his wrist, guiding it to under her hoodie. He followed her command and slipped his paw under her hoodie, fondling with her 38 D cup sized breasts, using his muzzle, he tugged on Slys hoodie and whimpers.
Sly unlaced her arm from Dylan and removed her hoodie. All was left was her warm jet black fur, beautiful breasts, the nipples were slightly pink, but definitely hard. Dylan noticed a belly piercing, the shinny silver half ring, a ball on top and below it dangled with a half crescent and a star. Dylan couldnt resist the belly piercing so he played with it with his index finger, one ear moved towards a sound, a giggle, a chuckle rattled in his throat as he used his long tongue and licked the belly ring, going up to the breasts and licks each bump clean, landing on the hard nipple, gently nibbling and sucking each of them. Sly gasped at the pleasure, wrapping her left arm around his neck, caressing his neck and hair, aching for more. Dylan could hear her short breaths knowing she was wanting more. Determined, he trails his tongue from her breast, down to belly ring, and to the trim of her jeans, he gets up, off the bed, and pulls Sly down to the edge of the bed, Whoa! Sly exclaimed in surprise. Sorry he silencely. He went back into business, undoing the top button, zipping down, putting his index finger on trimming of her hip while the jeans were still on. No thongs? questioning Sly. Your limo showed up sooner than the hour was supposed to be clocked in. So I hurried and didnt want to keep The Mysterious Guy that left me the text. So I just got my stuff on and bailed. Sly replied innocently.
Dylan had a light laugh out of it, and back to what he was doing, he pulled off her jeans, and saw glimpse of a shinny metal attached on her clitoris. He spread her legs open, and before his eyes, he regconized the piercing. The loop went through the upper part of her gspot, and what dangled from it was a small heart that he gave her, from the first letter. His shaft instantly got hard, and throbbed. He inserted a finger, and heard a oooh escaping from Slys throat. Putting his long tongue onto the ring, quick little laps and hearing gasping at every lap and longing with a quiet sweet howl. He removed his fingers out of her sweet hole, and stuck his tongue in her pussy hole, twisting, touching every wall in her. Her body jerked up, swayed with every lick that he could possibly do. Sly was moaning, gasping and couldnt control her body movements, she put her paw on his head, Dylan! Oh my god! she felt like she was high on ecstasy.
Dylan smiled warmly, and got up, removed his light weight pants, and Sly couldnt help it but saw this erected cock in clear view. She slid off the bed, down on her knees, slowly creeping her paws up from his knees, thigh to his firm ball sacks, gently massaging them, while the right paw continues up to his hot, throbbing cock, slowly stroking it, and she gracefully puts her mouth on his cock, with the tongue work, she wrapped her tongue around his shaft, than sucking at the tip of his cocks head. Dylan put his paw on her head, and thrust into her mouth, making her deep throat him. He reached for one of her paw and rubbed her shoulder for the other one, Sly wasnt paying attention until she felt something clicked in place. Instantly she stopped, looked up and noticed her paws were bind. Dylan gently tugged on the cuffs and Sly arose. Dylan tossed the rope over the bed canopy, anchored it on the railing of the bed.
Sly looked at him slyly and didnt have fear to give. Dylan picked her up and had her supported on the pole of the bed, he rubbed her thighs and with one paw, he snaked down to her wet pussy, inserting two fingers and massaged her swollen folds. Removing his fingers, he adjusted his entry, moaning, picking up his thrust. Slys head went back, as her eyes rolled up in her head, cletching her teeth as she mufflely grunt with every thrust. She opened her eyes and looked at Dylan. He rubbed her thighs, the firm ass, and felt something was watching him, he looked up and their eyes met. God Sly, let me love you, let me mate with you. I have longed for this. I want you to marry me. He stopped and waited for her reply.
Sly stared at him with confusion, thought about it for a second or two, wondering what it would be like living with him, Hell with it, he loves me more than other guys that I have dated. Those letters, cute little things in the locker, his love, security, all that is perfect Yes, Ill marry you, I want you, I need you more than what I can take. Make me yours forever.
Dylans eyes widen, and placed his lips into Slys tender sweet lips, going deeper into the kiss, as he picked up his thrust, slamming hard into her little self, undoing the cuffs so she can touch him. With his cock inside her, he held her and carried her to the floor, in front of the flaming fireplace, getting down on his knees, laying her down, his arms stretched over her shoulders to support himself. Slys legs relaxed to the side, fuck me hard Dylan, harder while she presses her paws on his back, wanting more and more. Dylans grunts became vicious, fucking harder and harder, Is that all you got Dylan?! Sly yelled as he managed to bite down on her thick shoulders chunk of fur, biting harder with each ramming thrust. Slys yelp and snarls made him bite down harder and fuck harder, as she tries to snap at him at the same time, wrapping her legs over his lower back, locked in so he couldnt buck off and forces the fucking harder and deeper. Dylan had her paws laced with his and pinned down to the floor so she couldnt counter attack him.
A pleasurable with some pain in Slys howl made Dylan climax. He finally released his bitten grip on Slys shoulder, GOD SLY! I am cumming, and its overloading! as he gasp for air, as his thrust became slower and slower, he unlaced his paws and moves them up behind Slys head, burying his face in her wounded shoulder. While Sly was shaking from all the excitement, the climax, the proposal, mated. The word Mated echoed in her head. She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his back, releasing the leg lock and lets her legs rest on his side, the throbbing of her wound was soothed by his gentle licking. I am so sorry for biting you there. I couldnt control it. I am tru- Sly interrupted him with a passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, It happens love. Sometimes urges cant be controlled once its peaking. Its okay. She replied sweetly.
I love you so much Sly. Finally youre mine. All mine. Dylan replied and rubbed her belly for the hope of his future cubs that she will be carrying.
I love you more Dylan. Soul Mates have finally met, at last. Sly smiled peacefully and slowly closed her eyes and lays her head back on his arm that was under her head.
Together, they slept in front of the fireplace.
Mated as One