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Rocky Mountain Way: Part one, Into the cold

It was cold. So cold that I wasn't even sitting in my sneakers. The blood had long since escaped from my fingers leaving them blue as fresh berries. The lining of my nose cracked, dry, and aching. Blood clotted and hunks dryly hitting the floor as I forced an exhale. I was struggling to breathe. The air was thin and that light headed euphoria was taking over. You know the kind that comes right before death.

I was almost ready to ride that wave. Ready to sink into the darkness and surrender. Fear is all that stops me...as the cold grows colder. By the second the temperature drops, I get closer to slipping. I didn't want it to end like this. Freezing like a hot dog in a fucking dead, frozen car, during the winter. I could see the headlines "Victim of Storm Freezes to Death in Car," "Snow Storm Claims another Life!" Another statistic for people to read and pass off as life happening.

How long had it been? 30 minutes an hour? It didn't seem to matter. The storm raged on and time slipped out the door cracks and was swept away by the wind. Time. Time was just something we used to measure how fast we lived, and how quickly we could accomplish nothing. I mulled over this thought for however long letting anger falsely warm my blood. So many things left unsaid. Memories filled my head like the heat of a stove into an iron pot; slowly at first, but each expanding and heating and warming.

Intense heat.

The kind produced only by the sun bouncing off the darkest concrete of an urban street. Basketball. The sport city kids played to pass the time. To feed the dreams and delusions of grandeur before reality brainwashed truth into us. For the hours we played each of us were legends in our own right. We all had something, the meanest spin, the smoothest J, the tightest trick pass. Legendary moves. Game after game we'd play till the sun had faded and the concrete began to absorb the coolness of the night. Those were good days. In the winter we would go snowboarding. We would drive the couple of hours to the slopes and enjoy the ride there.

There was nothing like the spray of fresh powder. Nothing more golden than the hazy winter sun melting ice in thin air. It was the second time we went. Rodney thought he was good, better than the best. To this day we still laugh at how he busted his ass, rolled, and broke his arm while trying to do a front-flip. He spent the rest of the weekend in the cabin, head hung low sipping hot coco. The memory of Rodney sipping coco triggered something within him. Something that was clouded with anger, with sadness.

As the memory ended a dull flash passed by, probably just my imagination. The irony of me freezing in a car on the way to that same cabin, late (as was my trademark) would strike the guys as funny. If I live I'll be sure to laugh more often. I might even show up on time, might. "Damn, It's cold!" my voice cracked as I allowed the precious heat of breath to escape in exchange for a moment of anger. My throat hurt, vocal chords freezing in place. I didn't even recognize my own voice. If anything at least those memories were warm.

Still the cold was oppressive and stagnant. So cold the outside world was still and distant. The storm had slowed but I still couldn't walk it. From the edge of the storm red eyes began to approach. Like the eyes of a low creeping beast. The snow swirling in the air gave the eyes a sinister smile. I didn't care what it was, it just creped closer and closer, I just gave in. Let go, fell into the abyss of memories and escape that was heaven. I could feel the warmth of the concrete, hear the bouncing basketball, and see the fresh powder glimmer in the light and fall to the ground below. The lights went out and the red eyes come ever closer, closer, and closer before it all disappears and darkness is all that's left.

Coughing, hacking, bits of lung, and frozen spit coming out and mingling with warm water and hot air. Where was this? The smell in the air was sweet. The rough upholstery was unbecoming of the vision before me. Fluffy, shining hair bouncing left and right, eyes peering over me. The blurry-ness of my eyes played tricks on me. She shined with an unequal light.

For a minute I thought I had truly died and gone to heaven. She shook me, right out of my bliss and into her voice. "Are you ok?" I nodded, soaking in her voice and not wanting the moment to end. After a few minutes my eyes cleared and she, the vision, came back into reality. Her hair was short, and lacked the bounce I remember it having; but it shined every bit as bright, red, as I could have imagined. She was not in a white robe nor was I dead, the pain of my fingers coming back to life reminded me of that. She wore a gray uniform that loudly pronounced her name as Shawna in red stitch. She looked over me and again in that heavenly voice she spoke "sleep." She placed her hand over my face and closed my eyes for me. The softness of her hand putting me into a sleep; sleep that man could only imagine, she was a goddess. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not but if this was what my last moment would be then I could die happy.

Chapter 2

His eyes snapped open and his body throbbed that too warm feeling of blood stretching frozen veins open. He felt the stiffness of his frozen fur had abated. His ears drooped, still a bit soggy and the soft brown colored tips faded into his pure white fur. He sat in a chair fireside, wrapped in a blue and red blanket. The fire roared in front of him; sparks of wood crackling as sap spurted out. The fire was like life. He breathed deeply and felt soreness all over, but nothing broken. "Thank God...," he thought, "nothing broken, still alive, still here. But where's here and who was she?"

He looked around and saw he was in a comfortable log cabin living room, not dissimilar from the one he and his friends rented. Black leather furniture and sturdy wood and glass tables filled the floor. The carpet a fitting white.

As though his question about her was answered, she stepped in the room from the kitchen door. He guess it was the kitchen, for she had mugs of coffee. Sweet smelling coffee with rich cream and sugar. His nose twitched at the rich aroma. She was huge. Well, at least to him she was. From her smell, she was purebred. A full grown Rottweiler bitch. She had pitch black fur, cut short and traditional, it let her physic show through well. She towered over him at 6 ft to his 4ftt 11. She stood in front of him, he saw the curves of her waist, and soft cup of her breast jiggle in front of him. He examined her ass as she turned to the side. Bending over just enough for the light to rise right and "DAMN!" Her ass was right.

Perfect, peachlike, her scent was like honey.

The glasses clanked on the table and her soft fur caressed his face as she removed the blanket from atop his head. His ears dry sprung up, finally warm again. Her voice came out in a soothing but husky tone, "You had a nasty little spill there hone. I hope you weren't going anywhere important, that storm came out of nowhere. The ski slopes are shut down and the say we could be in for the next three days."

"Three days..." Suddenly, he heard his voice. It was soft, he became aware of his skin and shape. He was naked under the blanket and he felt the soft cups with hard and sensitive nipples at the ends that were his breast. The silky line that was his waist and warm area that was his pussy. He gasped as he touched it. "I'm a girl? But that makes no sense. Since when, how?" She was in a panic. She started breathing heavy and the back of her head started hurting. She was overtaken by blackness, confusion, and finally sleep.

Shawna picked up her limp form in her arms and carried her to the bed. She peeled back the covers and set the rabbit down. She could not help examine her petite curves. She was sexy for a rabbit. White fur with brown tips on her paws and feet and ears. Soft as down feathers. Cute bouncy tits Short boy cut brown hair. It was her season and everything was making her horny. She hoped the rabbit wouldn't smell it. She brewed strong coffee to help hide the smell but it would be there for a while.

Chapter 3

Sam woke up to the sounds of a shower running. She guessed it was her host Shawna, cleaning herself up before breakfast. The light of the morning sun shone through the windows and danced off the deep blue sheets. Her head throbbed from back to front. A thick gauze bandage covered the back of her head. She stood slowly letting the sheets fall from her naked body and examined herself in the tall mirror. She was a petite thing. Standing just less than 5 ft tall she was a bombshell in disguise. Sam admired the clothes on the bed: baggy blue jeans and a red turtle neck sweater that was highly unflattering and a knit hat that her ears could fit through. It was no wonder she thought she was a boy. From her clothes, no one could tell the difference. But she remembered everything as though she was a boy; basketball with the boys, swimming in trunks, driving fast cars, and kissing girls. The thought of kissing another girl turned her on. It sent that jolt through her stomach and she began to feel weak in the knees. She covered herself with the blanket and lay back in the bed. She tried to make sense of the muddled mess melting in the pot of her head. Her

She fell asleep, hard, fast, and sound. Memories of what was and what happened danced through her brain in brief flashes like Christmas lights. Her car had froze on the side of the road and somehow was swept into a ditch. The collision caused her to hit the side of her head on the window. If she weren't already unconscious that would have done it. She remembered the gruff hands pulling her from the car. The brief flash of a gray uniform and the red letters floating through her vision, Shawna had saved her life.

Another memory jumped into her mind. It was a boy she kissed. Rodney, that wolf older now standing nude with Blue-black fur and toned muscles. In the old days they would have called him a werewolf.

Everything of him reeked of thick love. He rubbed his scent up her body as he groped at a smaller white rabbit's breast. Their lips locked. Her panties hanging off one foot, legs wrapped around his waist. He held her up against the wall filling in her space with his manhood. She recalled how his knot spread her lips open making her cream. The gyrations of their hips grinding soft white fur and pitch black fur. He wrapped his jaws around her throat, growling obscenely. Rolling his tongue over her tiny Adams apple, and gently squeezing with each thrust. He wrapped his arms under her shoulders and crammed her full of his cock. Her gentle curves being wracked up and down.

She ran her hand down his chin, his chest, his abs, his crotch and balls, rolling her fingers around her stretched hole to reach his sac. Shaking her head back and forth, as her hand rested on her stomach feeling her pussy walls accept his dick without question. The memory was powerful and as she reached that dream orgasm her eyes snapped open and her body cramped together. Her legs drew up and she utter a soft, "oooohh.." her eyes slammed shut and her orgasm overtook her.

Her femininity returning to her with that moment of bliss, her identity, her childhood, her family, her lovers, her Lover, all returning in the moment.

Her body fell limp and she dozed back off into a peaceful sleep; basking in her afterglow, her scent thick under the covers. In her sleep she cried tears staining the pillow. Grateful to be alive to find her lovers arms again. Grateful she was herself again, but confused. Why was Shawna so attractive to her? Why couldn't she stop staring at her curves, why did she think she was a man for 24 hours? What was missing? That orgasm assured her of her femininity. "Girls like boys, girls like boys..." she rustled in her sleep. "Girls, like boys."

Chapter 4

Shawna entered the room, the smell of jasmine and white lilacs flowing out with steam of her shower. Her curves made an hour-glass shadow as they passed through the doorway, the light from the bathroom illuminating her glossy fur. There was a smell, a smell that awakened the hunger within her. It was dull, faint, but it was powerful. She involuntarily drooled on the carpet. She went ridged and marched to the closet, retrieved her clothes which were a sports-bra and red skirt, and marched out of the room; struggling to maintain control, to not go smell the rabbit girl. She wanted her body, it had been a while. Living in the mountains made company scarce. She set the vegetarian breakfast she mustered from her supplies on the bed. It would still be good when she woke up.

The last time she had company it was another Rottweiler bitch. Roxanne. They didn't get along well at first. Shawna's brother needed to hide his women sometimes and her place was perfect. Quiet secluded. She hated it, but for family it was just another favor. Roxanne hung around the house. Inviting herself into the fridge, leaving her mess around the house as though she was moving in. It was even worse when they went into heat. Their tempters flared and they were at each other's throat. It was about half-way through the month when it started between them. Arguing over who should wash dishes and take out the trash. Shawna could not see why his brother liked that girl. She was loud and picky, excessive about her looks even when no one was around. Shawna had caught her rubbing her curves in the mirror in the bathroom. She stood and looked and rubbed herself up and down for the better part of an hour letting her scent grow stronger and stronger to tease herself. Shawna watched through the keyhole and although it was another woman she was still turned on. She was wet and in heat and in need of relief.

Maybe it was the heat, maybe the arrogance of that Roxanne to use her bathroom in such a vulgar, familiar manner, but something snapped inside of Shawna. A latent urge that came from ancestors long dead, the need to establish her territorial rights; Shawna knew not how long she would be and she had to act fast. She slid into her room, ripping her closet drawers apart. She found her harness and scrabbled beneath the bed for her manhood. "Hercules," and adequately named, seemed to jump out of her stash box. Three inches wide, 13 inches long with one massive vein running up the side, the texture and shape was human but it would due. On the base of it there was a semi gelatinous bulge that bounced against her clitoris. She had others, "Knight" from the movies, "Stable ready, stable able," "Killer" made after the pound's in house porn star. ( He would make fortune on the market and when released he would go on to make several flicks. He was most famous with lonely housewives and ex cons.) She strapped Hercules onto the harness and felt it smash and form around her clit, quick.

Her walk back to the bathroom was filled with bouncy steps. She was going to show this bitch that the house was hers. She stood next to the door only long enough to see Roxanne still in the bathroom. The door swung open with the sound whuuush following it. Shawna kicked the door in. Before Roxanne could turn around a black mass was upon her. A swift paw grabbed the back of the unweary bitch's neck and slammed her body against the wall. Firm tits pressed flat against the wall. Her perky ass pushing out as she struggled to move from the pin. Shawana held her against the wall tight. She locked her jaws around the back of the bitches neck. She saw her eyes going wild with fear. Were it not for the teeth on her neck, there was a chance she would try something. She grabbed her ass; palming in, squeezing it, pulling her pussy open and close. She roughly jammed a finger into her cunt. Working small circles. Roxanne's tongue hung out her mouth with drool dripping lightly and finally her cunt clenched onto the new digit being forced into her. Shawna growled a demanding masculine growl. She grabbed Roxanne's hair and yanked. Snatching her whole body from the wall and bending her over the sink and laying her bare breast against her back. Shawna was ready. She palmed "Hercules," rolled the head around her soaping wet entrance.

"Right now," Roxanne whispered.

Without more than that being said, she roughly inserted the head. She felt her pussy give in and then accept the dick. Her second stroke stretched her tight cunt open to it max. 8 inches of the three inch girth went deep and they both shared a moan; Shawna's bliss increased as her clit was rolled and pressed on by the dildo. She pulled back and rammed home the other 5 inches. Her balls slapped against Roxanne's clit. She pulled her cock all the way out, dragging the pussy with her.

"Sluts like you need a hard fucking!!" She roared into Roxanne's ear and smacked her ass so rough that she could not help but cry out.

Shawna pulled on her sexy hips, tearing Roxanne away from the sink, a shocked yelp escaped Roxanne's maw as she fell face forward to the floor into her towel.

Shawna needed release. She slammed home all of her monstrous length, pulled it all the way out and slammed it home again. She crushed her clit with the buldge at the back of the "Hercules." She loved the force of her fucking and furious pace. She held her cock deep.

Roxanne's came hard. Her pussy stretched wide and tried to close but couldn't her juices ran down her legs. She rocked back and gave in to the dick.

She felt Roxanne's body quiver, shake, writhe for a brief minute as her pussy took the monster cock and milked it with spasms.

Roxanne's cervix was held open. Spasming against the flesh rod. The weight of Shawna falling on her back. Her hot breath in her ear, "Hercules bitch, now say it!"

She yipped twice but could not form the words. "Hercules" was pulled completely out and all 3 inches rammed back into her. Spreading her lips, streching her opening, swelling her clit, and presuring her crevix. Her cervix clamped hard againgst the impending head. Shawna looked down at her prize. Allowing the grindings of her cock into the womb of her new bitch. "Say it, Slut!" She plunged the last 3 inches of "Hercules" deep. Reopening her cervix and rolling the veiny mass inside her womb.

The gentle pulling motions of "Hercules" being rolled around massaging Shawna's clit made her come. Her banged up clit made her pussy spasm, and like Roxanne she came hard. Leaking juice onto the floor and over her balls.

Roxanne lost control. She crawled forward, trying to release the pressure built up inside. Her orgasm sucking in "Hercules." She gave in and in desperation to relive the pressure inside, to flood her wanting pussy hole, she whispered the name. But the pressure would not go, so she screamed it, with her face pinned against the bathroom wall and breast against the floor; she screamed "Hercules! ahhh! Ahhha! .

She wanted to proved herself the alpha, show her who she was dealing with and make her accept her servitude. Shawna's stomach clamped down as the pressure on her clit hit its peak. They came again, together with grunts and groans, and soft growls. Shawna lost herself for a moment. She came back when she roughly yanked Roxanne off of her cock. Her juice ran Squirting out slightly. It ran down her legs to the floor and her pussy winked as more juice dripped from her pleased clit. Shawna stood over her prize, letting her senses return. Roxanne lay quivering on the floor.

Shawna lifted her by the hair, "Oh God, no more! Please, you hurt my little pussy, please!"

"Wash the fuckin' dishes!" Shawna growled.

Roxanne's head nodded and she crawled past Shawna on all fours. She received a swift swat on the ass as she went pass and she scooted along faster. "Now, Bitch!"

Needless to say, Shawna had no problems out of that pussy for the rest of the month as Roxanne did exactly as she was told. Before the month was out she had taken all of Shawna's cocks; even managing to take "Sleven" the race horse from "Lucky Derby 7." They even hugged as Shawna's brother took Roxanne back to the city.

The memory was warm and spread her scent through the house as she became heated thinking over her last good fuck. There was fresh pussy in the house but this was not a matter of alpha, or love, or trust. It was one of control. The heat from her season could drive her wild sometimes, it was apart of the reason she lived on her own. The bunny was safe for now. She was in control but she did not know if she could control herself with her around and smelling so ripe. But only time would tell.

• to be continued

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