Meeting on the mountains
Please, if your under 18, piss off.
All characters in this story are mine, thanks :)
First in the story, not really very 'yiffy'. The next part is already more than half done, a day or two at most before it is posted.
Anyway, here it is! :)
A warm, sweet scented breezed rocks the leaves on the side of the mountain, blowing up along the Roger's Pass. Early summer was just settling in over this northerly part of the world, and the air was still cool, yet the sun fell warm and soothing to the ground, flickering between the branches of ancient pines and all kinds of ever-greens . A lone fur walked this little used trail, a hiking trail often left forgotten in favor of the more easily reached trails lower down the slopes. The figure moved to a rocky rise, the view from the top of said rise showing the pass in all its glory, green trees rippling in the wind, a train passing down the center, the beauty of western Canada.
The figure was, as it happened, a young female squirrel. She sat with her back against a tree trunk, taking a break from the long hike to take in the view and a few sips of water. She was dressed for hiking, with a light blouse of purple cotton, and a pair of short jean shorts, as well as a heavy pack, plenty of food and tools, as well as heavier clothes, and a pair of hiking boots on her feet. Her hair was died a deep purple, and her fur was an off white, with a long streek of the same purple down her tail. She slowly stood up, taking one last look at the view before resuming her climb.
She was making her way to a cabin near the summit of the mountain, it was a few hours hike from where she had parked on a logging road, knowing no other rout to the cabin. Many local hikers used it, weather out of need or for a place to stay for a few nights while hiking around the mountain, it was too hard to reach to be used by most, and many such shelters dotted these mountains, havens in the wilderness.
As she walked, she thought of her reasons for this trip. She had just turned eight teen, and felt the need to prove herself. Her father, an avid hiker himself, worked for companies mapping out areas for logging companies, she needed to prove to him she could look after herself on the mountains, he refused to take his daughter on his risky work as it stood, over protective father or simply wise, it didn't matter, he wouldn't let her go.
She loved the mountains, had ever since her father took her up as a child, climbing the smaller trails near their home in a small town built around the railway. She knew these hills better than almost anyone else. She loved to hike, but often found it hard to find time, high school had kept her busy most weekends, and her friends didn't like the idea of 'walking up and down some mountain' when they did have a weekend without homework. So she rarely saw her treasured climbs during the school year, when the weather was best.
But, after finishing high school a semester early, she was free from that, and had been hiking lower on the mountains often. She felt the need to push herself now, having never made this climb alone, or while carrying her own gear for such a prolonged stay.
Lost in thought, she hardly noticed the change in the smell of the air as the day grew later. It wasn't until the first wet raindrop broke against her cheek that she noticed the heavy, thick air and the darkening skies overhead. She knew what it meant, a storm. Wind and raid and lightening, fallen trees, loose footing, mud-slides and forest fires. She forced such thoughts from her mind and hurried her pace, less than half an hour from the cabin.
Minutes later her walk had turned to jogging, and jogging to running. The young, fit squirrel wove along the path. The wind had not come up, but it was raining heavily, and she was soaked from head to tail. She knew the risk of running on trails in this unused state, knew it was even more foolish to do so when a storm was blowing up, but knowing that didn't help.
She tripped, a rock catching her heel and sending her tumbling to her knees, left ankle twisting sideways as she fell. The pain, something she had felt many times before, of a sprained ankle shot up her leg, causing her to scream out and tears to streak her rain wet face. She ran her fingers over it, to convince her mind she wasn't bleeding, that it was just a sprain. And tried to stand.
Her first attempt was met with disaster, as she put weight on the hurt ankle she flinched and fell again to the mud. She beat her fist against the ground and bit her lip. Her second and third tries met the same fate, one earning her a bleeding knee as well for her trouble. She was crawling toward a large pine, leg in agony, ready to set in for a long and unpleasant night, if not a life threatening one, when she heard it.
At first, she thought it was her imagination, but then it came again. A male voice, calling out from ahead on the trail, 'Is somebody there?' it came again, clearer this time as a figure, barely more than a shadow thanks to the heavy rain, came around a bend in the path. She called out for help, and waved an arm toward him.
Soon enough, she felt a paw on her shoulder and saw the worried face of a young male fox a few feet from her own, "Are you alright?" He asked, looking over her soaked form, seeing no blood, eyes growing a bit less worried at that, no blood, not an animal attack.
She pointed to her injured ankle, "Just a sprain, but I can't walk... " She replies.
He nods and looks around, then up at the sky, "We need to get you to shelter, were you heading to the cabin?" He asks, assuming she was a hiker by her clothing and equipment.
"Yes, I was on my way there when the storm blew in."
"Look, if you can't walk, I'll have to carry you... its not far, but I don't think its a good idea for you to put weight on it, just a sprain or not."
She nodded without pause, and whipped her eyes with the back on one paw, tears still streaming from her eyes from pain and fear, even if the panic had passed. She slid her bag from her back and sat up as best she could.
He leaned down, picking up her pack and throwing it over his shoulders, before picking her up carefully, and smiling, "Don't worry, no more than one hundred yards to the cabin, your lucky you were this close, I wouldn't have heard you over the rain if you were much further away."
She nodded and leaned against him as they walked, hating to be carried, but glad she hadn't had to spend a night under a tree in the rain and limp back to her car in the morning. Sure enough, they hadn't walked for five minutes when a blob of shadow solidified into the cabin a few yards away. It was raining even more heavily now, the roar of the rain against the tin roofing filled her ears. She reached out and opened the door when they got close, pulling it open.
The door shut, sealing out most of the noise, the cabin built to stay warm in a Canadian winter and as such having required thick insulation. The fire was burning low, and the smells of a dinner being cooked within the last two hours still filled the air. He set her down on a couch, worn and a bit dusty, but more than one could ask for in a mountain cabin. There were only three rooms to the small building, the main room, with a large fire place, simple wooden table, couch and a few wooden chairs, the bed room, certainly nothing more than a wooden pad for laying ones sleeping bag out on, and a storage room, ready with everything from hammers to flint to axes and rope incase anyone staying found they hadn't packed for everything that couldn't be expected.
She felt her clothes then, soaked to the bone as she was, her blouse clinging to her, and her boots soaking. She blushed and made a futile attempt to hide the curves of her breasts by tugging at her shirt a little, but all she managed to do was draw his attention to the clinging top which left nothing to the imagination, the cold causing her nipple to stick out, she felt his eyes on her, but said nothing, then saw him blush and look away. She shivered and looked up at him, "Thank you..."
The silence broken, he laughed and walked over, knowing he had just been caught looking at her and trying to act like he hadn't. He sat down beside her and offered a paw, "Names James. And think nothing of it Miss, I'm always happy to help a fellow hiker."
She took his paw and shook it, before folding her paws in her lap and smiling, "Well, thank you none the less James, and you can call me Ashley, or just Ley, whichever you like." She shivered again and wished she could walk over and warm herself by the fire.
Seeing her shivering, he reached for a blanket over the end of the couch, and then stopped, "That won't do any good, your soaking, you need to get out of those wet things before you freeze, Ley."
Her cheek tinted red, inner ears as well, as she looked around. The storage room was little more than a closet, and the bedroom had no door, it was not a place built with privacy in mind, and she couldn't ask him to stand outside while she dressed. She nodded and smiled shyly, "grab me my pack, please, James?"
After he had set her pack beside her on the floor, and she had dug out a warm change of clothes, she blushed again and giggled shyly, "Look away... please?" She asked in a small voice.
He did as asked, looking the other way. She undressed as quickly as she could, but paused and looked up constantly, sure she felt his eyes burning into her. She unbuttoned her blouse and then tossed it onto the table, she wore no bra, and the cool air against her hardened wet nipples caused her to gasp.
As she gasped, he did turn, and before he caught himself, had gotten a lovely view of her youthful, pert c cup breasts, small pink nipples sticking out of the whitish fur. He looked up, and their eyes met, before he looked away again, nobody said a word.
Unbuttoning and removing her shorts proved difficult. The wet fabric clung to her fur, she slide them off, wiggling on the couch to help them slide over the round cheeks of her rump, and then down her strong thighs. She didn't notice her panties had been caught with the shorts until both hit the table, but she wasn't about to pull the wet things back on.
She unlaced her boots, feeling once again his gaze on her as she was bent forward. The right boot came off easily enough, but the left was more work. In the end, after several attempts at going slow ending in sharp pain and her stopping, she bit her bottom lip, and pulled the boot from her foot, tears flooding down her cheeks as she felt the sharp pain shoot up her leg.
All that was left was her socks, once again, the right came off easily enough, but the left refused. Every time she trugged at the wet fabric, she had to blink back tears. After more than two minutes of silent battle, she gave in, "James...?" She said in a small voice.
"Yes?" He said, not turning, having taken a few peeks as she undressed, and feeling ashamed for doing it.
"I need you help... I can't get this sock off..." She mumbled in a small, shy voice, "Could you... help?"
He nodded and reached back, blindly reaching for her leg. Before she was met with a shy giggle and a paw to his arm, "Just turn around and help me? I know you have been looking, and its alright, its just a body, I'm sure you have seen your share... Please, get that cold thing off my foot?"
He laughs a little himself, before turning around and meeting her eyes with his, a smile on his face, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself..." He then bent down, eyes gracing her body once more, before lifting her leg slowly up into his lap and looking at it, "Its... really swollen Ley."
She blushed as she felt his eyes on her again, but found the feeling somehow comforting, warming, as if knowing he enjoyed her body somehow made her stupid mistake a trivial thing of the past. She nodded as he spoke again, "Just... peel that sock off, so I can warm up... " It was a large wool sock, wonderful when hiking, but able to stay cold and wet for hours.
He nodded and slowly stroked her lower leg, lower until her felt her flinch, knowing where it was tender. He patted her shin softly, "This is going to hurt a ton Ley, just try to hold still, it will be done fast, and then you can warm up."
No sooner had she nodded than she screamed, feeling the sock pulled down in a smooth, but fast motion, a flash of hot pain ripped up her tight and ripped a scream from her lungs. Soon she was covering her face, whimpering and shaking, as the pain died down, his arm holding the injured leg still.
"Its OK Ley, its OK, just stay still and the pain will leave." He says as a paw soothingly stroked her shin.
Sure enough, before too long, the pain died back down, and she sat up, careful of her foot, and gave him a hug, regardless of her nude body, and nuzzled his cheek softly, "Thank you James..." She mumbled, realizing what she was doing and blushing deeply.
Blushing as well, he placed the blanket in her lap, and patted her shoulder softly, "Wrap yourself up, I'm going to boil some water, would you like some tea, I have no milk, but there is sugar."
She wrapped the blanket around herself and was glad for the warmth only slightly more than for the privacy. She felt a wetness between her thighs that she knew wasn't from the rain, his touch had been so gentle, she just prayed his nose hadn't picked up the light scent. She bent foward and dug around in her bag, before smiling and waving two small paper packets in one paw happily, "Would you prefer hot chocolate to tea, James?" She asked.
He turned at her voice, from his seat by the fire waiting for the water to boil, and nodded, "I haven't had much but this same tea in days... some hot chocolate would be wonderful." He stood and walked over, left paw brushing a stray strand of damp hair from her face, "Warming up under there Ley?"
She giggles and nods, wiggling her warming toes and slowly refluffing tail. She hands him the two packets of hot chocolate mix and yawns softly, "How long have you been here?"
That started a long line of questions, as the two sat beside one another, talking about everything from high school to the mountains to politics, they drank several mugs of hot chocolate each, warm and happy on the couch. The 16 year old male had taken the semester off after loosing his parents, and this was a trip to try to get the sorrow from its place lodged deep in his heart, he planned to stay in the cabin and embrace the nature and mountains he loved so much, and try to come to terms with the loss of his parents. He never mentioned how they were lost, only that it had happened the fall before.
He was a handsome male, Ley couldn't deny that. Strong and funny, the fox was a almost solid deep red, with a single white marking along his left jaw line, running down his shoulder and arm, ending on the back of his left paw.
By midnight, the fire was burning low, and she was next to asleep, leaning against him and mumbling her replies, not that they mattered, their conversations drifted and there were many pauses of twenty minutes or more. Around one AM, Ley slid down into his lap, leg now wrapped up in a bandage, and rested her head on his lap. This woke him enough to think, and he stroked her hair softly, "Come on you, time for bed." He scooped her up again, as carefully as before, and slowly carried her to the bedroom, laying her down in his bed, a small foam pad with a few sleeping bags overtop, and pulled a warm blanket over her, "Sweet dreams." He whispers in her ear, her owe small voice returning the words, before she half rolled over.
He leaves the room, and sits down on the couch, looking into the fire and finishing his last warm drink. His body ached to cuddle up with her, share her company, and try to write it off as keeping her warm, but he knew better, instead he un-zipped his fly, and did something he hadn't done since coming to the cabin.
His paw slid from base to tip, slowly at first, but as thoughts of her, from her beautiful body to thoughts of her touching him. He let himself dream of her, her paw wrapping around him, her beautiful eyes meeting his, his lips pressing to hers. He imagined her whispering for him to cum in his ear, and he did, long arching ropes of seed left him, most landing on his chest, but a few landed elsewhere.
He panted for a few moments, but soon was asleep, the blanket she had warmed herself with pulled half over him, paw still squeezing his semi hard member.