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Raining Love

Chapter one

I guess it was midnight- because I couldn't even see a foot out of the window- It was dark, cold and stormy. The weather was always pissy like this. One minute it'd be clear, calm, as if you wanted to go outside and have a picnic, then it would change near instantly to the bitchiest storm you could imagine. It was cold, raining. No. Not raining. Pouring. I didn't even want to think about how long this storm would go on. The rain was pounding on the roof, and the wind was sending the trees screeching against the windows. The loud was ear-piercing, and near scared the shit out of me when a tree cracked, doubled over and slammed against the roof.

I wanted to sleep, but it was a lot harder a chore than it sounded. The noise was deathly, my head was reeling. My entire body hurt from what we'd done at school a day earlier. You try running ten kilometres non-stop. I felt completely like shit. There was only one thing that had gotten my hopes up: Tomorrow, my friend- whom I'd never actually met- was coming down. His name was Steel- Mine was Krystal- We'd met online three years before. He'd always treated me with great respect and care, with love, if you think about it. I guess I'd been stressed- My fur was messy. I began to straighten it, my tail was absently swooping back and forth beneath me. I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts and sounds out of it, to give myself some time and strength to get to sleep. I'd finally managed, and, judging by the already-rising sun, I'd fallen asleep between four and seven in the morning.

Chapter two

It was noon. I'd woken from my rather unrestful sleep, scratching my right ear and rubbing my eyes. I looked around for a bit, trying to re-focus on reality, I got up and stumbled into the kitchen, my tail still swishing a bit. I stepped to the annoyingly loud-beeping coffee maker, jamming my finger down on the power button, grabbing a cup and tugging out the bucket of coffee, pouring myself a glass, stumbling to the fridge and grabbing some cream, I stir it into the coffee and quickly take a large sip. The hot, sweet liquid filling my muzzle quickly. A very faint purr can be heard erupting from my chest, I smile a bit to myself. I guess it took a long time to drink that coffee, because when I was done, the sun was quite further in the sky. I looked at the clock. 2:00. Steel should be here in about an hour.

I flopped onto the couch, much more alert than when I'd awoke, grabbing the remote and flipping the TV on. As usual Sunday TV is, there was shit-all on. "Dammit." I'd exclaimed, flipping it into video and jammed on the power button for my Wii. As usual, the health and safety blah-blah crap came up. (Who reads that junk anyway?) I ignorantly crushed the A button, carrying on to the channels screen, flopping to my side as I press A over the Splinter Cell: Double Agent Icon. In my pissy mood, I abandoned stealth, and silence, and stormed in with a shotgun. Boom. Threat neutralized. "Bitch." I'd say. Every time I took a shot at anyone, Slamming in doors and firing near consecutively. Annoyed with how I got killed, I growled and slammed the reset button, taking an assault rifle now rather than a pump gauge. Again, I storm through the building, and my game of course, being the technology that it is, freezes. "Fucking piece of shit!" I shouted, ripping the cords out of the wii, rather than "Safely" turning it off. Yes, I was pissed off. But, I managed to kill fourty five minutes, which was better than nothing. I decided, for the last fifteen minutes, to play Mortal Kombat

There was me, Raiden, Versus Quan Chi.

Round one, Fight.

The battle was long and drawn out, the bastard never seemed to die. Being the ass that I was, I finally get him down and press Down-down-up-left-right A. Fatality. Streams of lighting rush down from the sky, cooking the shit out of Quan Chi, until, inevitably, and randomly, he explodes. "Good, bout damn time." I'd said, stretching. I looked at the clock. 3:03. He'd be here soon so I turned off the wii, and waited, rather impatiently.

Chapter Three

There was a knock at the door. I pick myself up off the couch and yawn, shaking my head a bit before stumbling to the door and yanking it open. Hell of a greeting I got. Rather than a "Hello" or a handshake, It was more of a... tackle. I rip the door open, and am near instantly plowed down by a giant, five-eleven, hundred-seventy-two pound panther. "Christ!" I yell, falling onto my back. "Hi there, sexy!" He says, laughing aloud atop me. "Uh.. Hi." I'd replied, still unsure of what the hell was happening. Minutes later, after getting myself back, I shake it off and look up to him.

"Steel?" I'd questioned. He nodded quickly, a big, stupid grin crossing his face.

I look up at him, a bit of a scowl on my face, before squirming about underneath him. Of course, like most males, he doesn't want to let me go. I squirm a bit more before finally he releases his hold on me and helps me to my feet, rubbing my headfur, and making quite a wonderful mess of it. I smile a bit to him, looking over his sturdy, jet black frame. I won't lie, he was big. Five eleven, a good one-seventy pounds- All muscle- He was good looking. There was no doubt about that. He was, for lack of better term, Sexy. He was everything you could imagine in a man, strong, smart, kind, loving-He'd never give up on you- He was perfect. I quickly invited him to take a seat, helping him carry his bags (He was going to stay for the week). I stumbled off into my bedroom-I had a double bed- and crammed his stuff next to his side of the bed. I quickly pad back into the living room, looking at him for a second as he sits on the couch.

"Can I get you anything?" I questioned, almost interrogated.

"Nah, I'm fine. Come sit, dear." He smiled, nudging at the seat next to him.

I nod a bit, a noticeable blush crossing my face as I seat myself at his side and he wraps his arms around me, me, being the quiet, subtle type I am, start to shake nervously. He laughed at me-Not chuckled- Laughed, for Christ's sake. That helped none.

"What's so funny?" I asked, in a freakishly unstable voice.

He continued to laugh, pausing to catch his breath and reply.

"You, you're ridiculous!" he exclaimed, leaning over and kissing my cheek. That set me off. My cheeks flashed a very noticeable red, my body starting to tremble a bit more as I let out a faint squeak. He just smiles, nuzzling against me and not saying a word. We must've sat there on the couch for hours, I was getting tired and it was dark again.

Then the bitchy weather came back.

Chapter four

The wind was strong again, the fact that there was a downed tree on my house helped none. The rain slammed hard on the steel-plated roof, creating an annoying pitter-patter sound that was near ear-piercing, and man would it piss you off. I looked at the clock, as I usually do.

11:12 said the annoyingly bright red digits. I was tired as hell, and I stumbled off to the bedroom, practically throwing myself into bed and nearly destroying my clothing as I yank it off, sliding under the blanket and stretching with a great yawn. I curl up and close my eyes, my near-perfect resting interrupted by a loud "SMACK!" as Steel pounced his way onto my bed.

"aah!" I exclaimed, nearly rolling off of the bed completely.

"Relax!" he shouted, pulling me back into the bed and tightly against his chest.

This was about where it got awkward. I was never really a popular vixen amongst the men- I'd certainly never been held this close to one- but this wasn't the kind of awkward where you walk into the bathroom obliviously, and there's someone using it. This kind of awkward felt good. I wanted it to stay but I didn't know exactly what it was that I felt. Y'know, people say that when you're in love it feels like someone punched your stomach. Not true. It feels a hell of a lot more like someone gauged out your innards. It's disgusting, really. Impossible to describe, hurts like fuck but you don't want it to go away. I enjoyed my time with him, that night we'd slept, arm in arm, I could've gone without the blanket, he was so warm, so soft... but that's a different matter.

The night seemed to pass quickly, unlike the usual ones alone and cold. The day was clear, and for once it might actually stay that way. It was a beautiful day, really, perfect temperature, beautiful sunshine-not a cloud to be seen- and the birds songs were of the most beautiful melody one could imagine. We'd risen early, had our coffee and breakfast and sat down for a while. It was around noon when I suggested we should go to the beach. Truth be told, I just wanted to see him in a bathing suit. I bet he wanted to see the same thing, because he jumped at the idea and grinned like an idiot. We left at 1:30, planning to return at four.

When we arrived at the beach-I was walking behind him, trying to catch an eye of that firm rear of his- the sun was a bit along in the sky, I assumed it was 2 o'clock. I padded up the hot sand, trailing close behind Steel and set down my towel, he does the same right beside me.

"Race you to the water!" he shouts, laughing playfully.

"Alright," I replied, "Three, Two, O-"

He'd cut me off, barging towards the beach before I could even say go. I look at him for a minute with a stupid grin now on my own face before starting off after him. He makes it to the water, and stops running. He must not have expected me, because I pounced him smack down into the water. He laughed a bit and spat water at me; I blocked it with my forearm and splashed at him.

We continued our play for about an hour, finally squirming out of the entanglement of fur and water-and love- and stumble to our towels, collapsing on them. I smile and lift my tail out of the way, so that the sun can get to my rear and dry it off, Steel, must've thought I didn't see him, and glanced over at it. A bright blush crossed over my face and I looked down to the sand.

"Steel..." I said, pausing.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Why did you do that, why did you look at that, I'm not used to that..."

"I'm sorry... It's just that you... you're so attractive. I've never been with a girl before."

A deeper blush crossed my face as I turn to him.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah... I've never even dreamed of someone as beautiful as you are." He said, smiling a little.

I was basically cornered. What was I going to say?

"Do you... want to be with me?" I asked nervously.

He looked at me, obviously dumbfounded with the question. He stuttered.

"W-What? S-s-seriously?" he asked, not really comprehending himself.

"Yes... Steel, you are attractive, too... I haven't said it yet, but you make me happy. I want to be with you... do you want to be with me?"

"Yes, sweetheart, that...would be wonderful." He said.

"Then, you are my boyfriend?" I ask, a smile crossing my face as I ease up.

He smiled wide. "I guess so, sweetheart."

We were both clearly happy as pigs in shit, because we'd have those same stupid smiles on our faces for the next six hours. The rest of our time at the beach was spend sun-bathing, before we finally returned home, Two hours later than expected, and crashed on the couch to watch some TV. That night on the couch, I'd rested against the muscular panther. I never expected I'd get this close to a male, let alone this one, in my life.

Chapter five

We slept again, arm in arm, this night, but this time it was a bit more passionate. We'd not only slept against each other, we slept muzzle on muzzle. We'd absently fallen asleep late during a make-out-initiated by me- and never actually let go of one another. When I awoke to see his face right against mine, my tongue still tugged and locked into his muzzle, I squeaked and tugged a bit, jerking him awake. He opened his eyes and they practically popped out of his face as he opened his muzzle and immediately spilled out apologies. He had no reason to be sorry.

I needed to shower. I got up off of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom and shoved the door closed, stroking the fur over my breasts and down my stomach. Tugging open the curtain, I turn on the hot water and step into the shower, prodding the switch to turn it from the bath-head to the shower-head, letting the hot streams of water soak over me as a light murr rumbles from my chest.

Standing under the water, my mind travels to Steel. To our romance. I can't help my instincts, I wanted him. I won't lie, as much as I try to keep the image, I'm just like everyone else. We all want one thing; we want love. We want to feel love, we want to experience love first hand. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. But I couldn't have him. Not here, anyway. So I did the next best thing. Closing my eyes, I seat myself down under the hot flow of water and let my paw trail down my stomach to just above my pelvis, letting it fall just a bit further down until I feel a hot, wet fold of skin, moaning quietly as I spread my lips a bit, a third digit stroking up and down my cunny. Christ, how wonderful it felt. The pleasure swept over me like wind in a desert sweeps over the sand. My head was sent reeling near instantly, I slide two digits of my paw into myself, wriggling them around a bit. Quickly, my nipples harden through my fur. I couldn't help but move my free paw up to stroke over one of them. Purring loudly, I continue to pleasure myself, I never wanted this feeling to end.

Then the door opened.

Chapter six

"SHIT!" I screamed, standing and quickly pulling my fingers out of myself, covering my body as best as I can, a deep blush spreading over my face.

Steel looked up and jumped, yanking the door shut after he stepped back out.

"Fuck, Krystal, I'm sorry, shit, shitshitshit!"

Panting loudly, I give into my instincts again. "S-Steel... Please come in here..."

He pauses. "Why? You're naked-"

"Come in!" I shout, letting the curtain go.

The door opened. He stepped through and blushed deeply, looking at my naked body.

I smile to him, stepping out of the shower for a minute and shuffling towards him, he squeaks nervously and continues to stare at my cunt, and nipples, consecutively. I step up to him, hooking a digit into his boxers and yanking them down to the floor, tugging him to the shower and pulling him in, sitting him on the bench and sitting on his knees, my pussy dripping onto his leg. He looked at me nervously, as, uncontrollably, his sheath started to swell. I eyed it, and instantly smiled, sliding up on him and grinding my wet lips against his. "Please... sweetheart... I know you want this too..." I say, looking into his eyes.

"God... I do... so much..." he replied, almost monotonous.

I smile wide, stroking his sheath and waiting for his length to prod out. When it finally does, I stare at it, wide-eyed. It was huge. I've never seen one this big, not even on the internet! Gods, it must've been nine inches long. I shake a bit, wrapping my hand around it and prodding it towards my entrance. I look up to him and slide the tip into myself, murring loudly. It felt good when I did this with myself, but never this good. I quickly hilt him in me, starting a quick motion up and down over him. We both must've loved it, because it was the most passionate thing you could ever imagine. His paws were stroking endlessly over my nipples as I continued to pump him, working my hips up and down-somehow masterfully- coaxing groans and pants from him over and over. He arched backwards, gasping and screaming out, and I felt a stream of something hot and thick spray into me. Cum. My god, that feeling was near hypnotic. You'll never feel anything like that...

Oh. Sorry. I got off track.

Together we sat, under a stream of warm water, panting. If you would have walked in at that time, all you would have seen is a giant, huffing ball of wet fluff. Both of us were completely tired out, I slowly slid off of the muscular panther I was playing with and crawled over toward the water faucets. I Turned both of the knobs until the water stopped and shook off.

"Wow, Steel..." I gasped out and made my best attempt at a smile.

He must have been really exhausted, because he didn't reply. All I heard was the heaving of his breath, and all I Saw was a fluffed up panther with a hard-on big enough to choke a horse.

I crawled over to him and kissed his head. "You did wonderful dear... good job."

He stretched and looked up to me, a big, stupid grin on his face. "That was great."

I smiled, slowly getting to my feet. I stepped out of the tub, my fur completely drenched. I offer him a paw, and reach for a towel at the same time. He grips my paw, that same, familiar, muscular grip he always gives... or maybe just to me. There was no doubt, we loved each other.

Chapter Seven

We sat on the couch for a while, arm in arm, watching TV. But as usual, there was nothing on. Steel sat there, holding me and absently flipping stations, not really looking for anything. We weren't even focussed on the TV, I guess, because we were interrupted while making out by an idiotically loud advert. "Dammit," I said, pushing power on the remote and throwing it across the room. I return to where I was. "Sorry, Steel, dear. I do not like getting interrupted when I'm having so much... Fun."

He grinned excitedly, and I felt his paw slide down my back and grab at my ass. My only reaction to a move like that is to yelp.

"Oh no, did I hurt you?!" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

"No... I'm just... not used to being touched there." I blush deeply, looking down at the couch.

"Well... you have nothing to be ashamed of, dear... it's very beautiful."

"You don't mean that... you don't like it at all."

"Yes I do, Krystal." He turned my muzzle to face his. I did my best to point my eyes elsewhere.

"N-No you don't, Prove it!" I blurted out, without thinking. Big mistake.

"Alright... I will." He gave me a rather evil look, that sent shivers down my spine, the fur on my back stood up. The first thought to run through my mind was "Damnit, girl, why do you have to be so bloody stubborn?"

Everything seemed to disappear as I was engulfed in bliss, grunting and slapping sounds coming from behind me seemed to fade out. My entire body was shaking, and I Sat on all fours on the couch, a wild stretching feeling engulfing my rear end. It was so thick, I'd never felt it spread any part of me this far, and I was surprised I Was still in one piece. I bit down on the couch to stop from screaming, as Steel seemed to work tirelessly into me. God, he had stamina. I'll give him that much. Overwhelming feelings took control, I Was unsure exactly what was going on, it was too much. I remember feeling a thick, fuzzy thing prodding at my cunt, then I Guess I must have blacked out from the pressure. I woke up a while later, still feeling that spread sensation. I Reached back to feel the damage done, and blushed as I found a warm, thick creamy liquid running down my cheeks. I turned my head to see steel lying against me, panting. "mmm... Have I proved myself yet?" he asked, smiling.

"M-Most... definitely..." I panted, still trying to get with the now.

"That was the first time I've ever felt something up there..."

He smiled to me. "Well, any time you want it again... just ask me."

I nodded a bit, blushing. "mm... I'm tired..."

He smiled, standing up and grabbing under my rear and my neck, picking me up and carrying me off to the bedroom. He set me down on the bed and slid in next to me, covering us both with the blanket. I slept like a baby that night.