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After The Rain

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

The scent of wet rotting wood and rain-swept air filled my nostrils as I traipsed through the underbrush of my favorite park, rain still clinging to the leaves and dripping sporadically to the ground below. Sunlight reflected through the watery beads to spread broken rainbows across my path as I savored the sweet pleasure that only getting away from the city and out into nature could bring. There had always been a feeling of magic whenever I could get away from those confining walls and crowds, a feeling that felt especially strong today.

My feet followed a path I'd followed many times before, a path I had worn in the wild growth of the forest that no creature had marked before. The occasional puddle of water pooled in the dips in the hard-packed earth, ripples occasionally marring the still surfaces whenever dripping water struck them. There was even the sound of frogs and birds singing out around me, only going still when the sound of my approach scared them into silence. Mist occasionally rose up to cling to things, the humidity enough even in the relative coolness of the air left me feeling clammy as the moisture clung to me.

So routine had I become in my walk I almost missed the prints at first, large paw prints that seemed to be going along my path and leading off ahead of me. They weren't like anything I'd ever seen before, larger than anything that should live in the area, and clearly fresh given how recently the rain had ended. It was really quite puzzling; other than a four-toed print I couldn't really sort out anything else.

Curiosity overriding common sense I looked for more of the prints and set off in pursuit of them. Something just seemed to compel me to track them to their source. They drifted off the trail after a few minutes of pursuit, leading off into the undergrowth, making seeing ahead difficult or impossible in places. Still the lure of the unknown compelled him along, even as his paced slowed to locate the prints; some disappeared where patches of ground were too hard or too springy to leave anything but the occasional trace of mud. I was so intent on finding the next print I almost walked right into their source, standing in the latest set just a few feet before him.

Black-furred paws connected to long black-furred legs trailed up before him, leading the way up to a most marvelous sight. A statuesque vixen of decidedly more human proportions and nature greeted his eyes. Walking on digitigrade legs in a bipedal stance more suited to a human she came with russet red fur cladding the majority of her form, with glossy black boots and gloves reaching to her elbows and knees. White fur trailed down her muzzle to her distinctly feminine curves, her modest but still evident breasts covered in snowy white that trailed down to her loins and along her inner thighs. Behind her flicked a distinctly fluffy red-furred tail, the white-tip isolated from the rest by a band of black.

She was quite the magnificent sight, even if I couldn't believe she was real. She couldn't exist any more than Bigfoot or the rest of the oddities people claimed to have spotted could, except there she stood at the end of a trail of foot (paw?) prints that led right to where she was. Emerald green eyes gazed down into mine as they finally finished their travels up along her furry form, her expression seeming one of keen interest although he could hardly be sure gazing upon those vulpine features.

Time seemed to pause as we locked gazes, and a feeling of recognition or connection seemed to jump between us. Impossible as it was I felt something I'd never felt before, something that seemed to satisfy that unexplained impulse that drew me to the forest after it rained. A feeling of incompleteness I hadn't even realized was there flared into awareness before fading away, instead the feeling of being drawn to her took its place. He could see she felt the same as they stumbled towards each other almost as one.

The unpleasantly intense stink of fox that hit my nostrils as the wind shifted and we drew close did little to prevent our coming together. If anything it seemed to strike some hidden chord, drawing me right up to her to get more of her. While her hands took hold of my shoulders digging their claws into my shirt my own grasped her hips, fingers sinking into the luxuriant fur as I pulled her in tight to me. Lips meeting we sealed a kiss between mouths that were never meant to join, yet join they did. Her tongue pressed eagerly against my lips, forcing them apart as she sought to lap into my mouth, proving a most aggressive female indeed.

Something about her brought out my own aggressiveness as well, something I'd never given into before. Whether it was her raw sexuality or just the proximity to a naked female who clearly had more on her mind didn't matter to me as my hands roamed over her furry form. My right hand ran down over her hip and traced across her nicely toned behind, squeezing at it possessively as he pulled up tight to her, flattening her bosom against my chest and raking my fingernails through the fur along her spine. Her tail fanned around behind her as we kissed, heated passion exchanged in that kiss that was hindered by no barriers of species between us.

I could feel her hands sliding down along my arms as they moved down from my shoulders, as unwilling to relinquish me as I was her, although my hands moved with much more eager boldness. My fingertips slid between her furry buns, stroking at her tailhole with a shamelessness I hadn't known I possessed. A little 'YIP' escaped her, muffled by my mouth from the contact, her tail pressed hard to her back as I swirled my fingertips around her anal ring.

A growing dampness against my waist proved more than simply a reaction to the humid air and our close proximity, instead the grinding movement of her hips against me was spreading around the wetness seeping from her furry folds. Her claws had started tearing at my clothes as she tried to get at the prize she was after and I so wanted to give her. Pushing her hands out of the way I took over for her, planting them on his hips to get them out of the way, cupping and stroking her sex to keep her happy while I rescued my pants from her claws.

She quickly left my hand soaked with her musky juices, humping it in her lusty need for release. I could barely manage to unfasten my pants one-handed with her gyrating against me and fondling my backside. Her breath was hot on my neck as she broke the kiss, feral lovebites leaving bruises and little cuts on my skin. It didn't detract from the moment though, simply emphasized the reality of things to the doubting part of my mind that any of it could be real. Once my erection was free it slapped into the fur along her thigh, causing a shiver to run up my spine when I felt that soft fur caressing the sensitive head.

The vixen clearly felt it too given she promptly looked down between us, taking note of my exposed member as it jutted out from my loins and into her. Seeing what she wanted was all it took for me to see a shift in her behavior, the vixen dropping down to the rain soaked and muddy ground and hiking her tail up in the most inviting of ways. I could see how wet she was, the fur matted around her arousal-engorged petals, exposing the pink center. The way she looked back at me left nothing to the imagination, other than how good what was shortly to happen to be.

I wasn't going to disappoint her either, with such an invitation proffered to me, and that unexplained connection I felt urging me on to the next step. Dropping down between her spread legs I felt small rocks and sticks poking against my knees, lacking the protection of my pants of what the vixen was afforded by her fur. It didn't impede my actions as I took hold of her hips, pulling her back towards me and sliding my erection up between her legs. From the way she pushed back she was as eager as I to complete that mysterious connection between us and so I pushed into her welcoming cavern.

Oh God but the wet heat of her sliding so snuggly around my erection was like a taste of heaven! I couldn't think beyond how blissful it felt once I worked my way into her, almost feeling as if I could feel some of how she felt and her how I felt in return. Her honey-coated walls clasped my erection like none ever had before, and her animal sounds of passion spread through the woods around us scaring the other animals into silent witnesses to the singular moment being enacted by the two of us.

I could see her claws digging into the ground ripping it up as I began to mate her, hands holding hard to her hips as I watched my shaft sliding back out from that slick sex of hers, then thrust back between those sweet lips. The way she humped back at me left me eager to give her all I had, pumping up the rate as my lust grew and became something more. The arch of her spine, tilt of her head, and lusty growls all reflected how completely she was caught up in things along with me, fulfilling that imperative that had drawn us together.

The more vigorous things became the harder it was to mate her upright as I was, and soon I draped myself over her. Covering her as much as I could my hands slid up along her sides and up beneath her to cup her breasts, squeezing the nice full mounds that gave me so much to enjoy as I adapted to the new position. My pace quickened, hips hitting against those fur-padded buns of hers, my breath hot on her neck as we mated almost as two-become-one. It seemed like a growing circuit of shared desire flowed between us, drawing us to greater heights.

My face pressed into the fur on her shoulder as I clutched at her, my awareness fully bound up in the scent and feel of her, a feeling that went beyond the mere physical. I could feel her panting rapidly as I held onto her chest, nipples poking through the fur and between my fingers as I used the handholds to thrust into her harder, riding her as she started to buck beneath me in response to that rising pleasure carrying us together to that unique moment of pleasure shared between males and females.

I couldn't hold out any longer at that point, clutching tightly to her as we climaxed in unison, my seed jetting into her receptive passage while her cries of ecstasy sent animals scurrying for shelter throughout a good quarter mile or more. Her slick walls rippled along my length as it rested within her eagerly milking it of every drop of my gift to her. As that moment ran its course I could almost feel what she was feeling, what thoughts were running through her mind, her confusion of where she was and lack of caring once she felt that recognition for him like he had for her.

Strength giving out once the tension of release had passed we collapsed onto the ground, the vixen stretched out in the mud and mess left from the rain, my hands trapped against her breasts. My shaft rested inside of her, throbbing softly with the beat of my heart, feeling the pulsing of her own heart through those clinging walls. Hearts in almost perfect sync we lay there on the forest floor, resting and recovering from that astounding moment of release.

Things seemed so perfect I didn't know what to do, laying there on top of that astounding creature, her tail slipping from between us to curl around me tenderly. Things seeming so fine that nothing needed to be said or done but just lay there and bask in the moment as long as we could, and let what was to come to come as it would. Just as our finding each other had.