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The first time that I met her, the circumstances were far from ideal. However, to say then that our chance encounter was a disaster would have been doing it a severe disfavor. Sometimes wonderful things evolve from seemingly inexplicable and unexpected happenstances. At the time, I for one was not looking for what she was looking for, yet despite this, we bonded in a way neither of us was expecting. Of course, I'm speaking for myself only.

The day of this chance meeting dawned grey and wet, with a storm front bringing the region rain off the Sea of Japan. I was an American engineer on assignment with my company to oversee equipment installation in a joint venture with a local firm. I had been put up in a house high on the side of one of the heavily wooded mountains that dotted the island. It was a beautiful spot; classic in its traditional beauty and construction, complete with an immaculate garden and landscaping.

This was a free day for me and with the intention of doing a little exploring I climbed into the company car and headed down the road to check out a few of the historic Shinto shrines that dotted the area. I was pretty hardy, so a little rain was hardly enough to dissuade me from using my time wisely. I wasn't going to be here forever and wanted to make some memories.

I drove down the winding road, and upon passing the second curve was confronted with the unexpected. The visibility was poor of course, and the road wet and slick. Thus, when a large shape dashed across in front of me I neither could see clearly what it was nor could I stop in time to avoid a collision.

I just caught it with the front bumper, sending it sprawling. It was thrown clear of my vehicle, landing with a thud into the brush alongside the pavement. I wrestled the car to a stop not far away and slammed it into park. I sat there, heart pounding, fingers tight on the wheel as my lungs sucked in air to fuel my adrenalin-induced panic.

"Shit! What the hell did I just hit?"

The only answer that came to my ears was the blood pumping at high pressure through my auditory canal. The pounding on my eardrums was a staccato rhythm that nearly drowned out the rain beating down on the metal roof.

It dawned on me fairly quickly that I may have struck a person. What I hit seemed a little small for a person, but this was Japan. It also seemed a bit large for an animal, and besides, I could have sworn in the mere blink of an eye that I saw it, that it was walking on two legs. The clothing, if it were clothing, was odd. I backed the car up until I was opposite the figure and wound down the window for a better look. If this was a person, I was all set to help.

It was making a moaning sound, which meant it was still alive. But the sound fell short in answering the question of what it was, for unless the raiment I saw was merely a costume, I had no idea who or what this was. I wasn't aware of all the local fauna, but nothing even remotely close to this came to mind, not even the known primates on the island. With the rain coming down and the fact I could run the risk of getting bitten by a wild animal, I was all prepared to dial up the police and make a report. It wasn't that I was cruel, but I had no idea what I was dealing with.

That was when I heard the voice. "Watashi o tasukete!"

Shit! It was a person. Knowing I should call an ambulance, but feeling that the weather was making this all the more dangerous by the minute, I made a snap decision and scooped the person up and carefully pushed them into the back seat. I slammed the car into gear, turning around and heading back up to the house. I figured I'd call the ambulance from there.

My understanding of the Japanese language is limited, but I know a cry for help when I hear one. Whoever this was was a bit unusual, wearing such a strange costume in such horrible weather. I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be, but it was yellow and white and made of some sort of faux fur. It looked like something from a comic convention or maybe a local deity festival. Hell, I didn't know. This was Japan after all.

I carried the nearly limp form into the house, dripping as I went. Because of the water I laid the form on the floor, noting that there didn't seem to be any blood showing. Of course a suit would hide it and the rain would have washed any leakage away. Whoever was in this suit was either very small or a child. I figured an assessment would be easier getting them out of it, but search though I did, I could find no seam, snap, Velcro or zipper. This thing was a masterpiece of ingenuity!

Whatever this suit represented, it was obviously female. The breasts, hidden under a mane of white fur, were pale, soft and perfectly sculpted, with exquisite little nipples atop them. I had to guess that they were neoprene or something similar, though I was surprised by the suppleness of them and the warmth they exuded despite the recent soaking of cold rain. I did eventually find a slit, in the crotch, where I assumed it was located for ease of urination. Nothing cramped your style I suppose than having to take the whole damn thing off just to use the bathroom.

The rain had penetrated the suit here, for the interior was wet and warm and... It was weird, but this couldn't be what I was thinking it was, as my fingers quested about. The voice nearly knocked me off my feet when I heard it again.

"Anata ga tanoshimi o motte imasu ka?"

I don't know Japanese that well, but I did realize that my fingers had somehow gotten somewhere they shouldn't have been. "I'm sorry! I was just..."

What had I been doing?

"Ahh, American is it?"

"Yes! You speak English too?"

"Among others, yes."

"Wait, what are you?"

"Injured."

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry about that." I fell to the floor even as I spoke for my eyes watched the mouth moved and the eyes blink and the chest heavedwith each breath this thing took. This was no fancy suit, but a living creature! But it couldn't be, not looking like this and being multilingual!

"Is this some sort of prank?"

The voice, which was as female as the body, got a little shrill. "Prank? You hit me and you think it was all a prank on my part?"

"Sorry! Of course not...but what are you?"

"You do not know? I am called Renamon. And you?"

"Me? I'm Mark. Mark Sheffield. What are you?"

"Did you hit your head in the accident Mark Sheffield? Your brain seems befuddled. I already told you, I am Renamon."

"Yes, you did say that. It's just that I've never seen anything like you before."

"Your loss then. Say, would it be a great hardship for you to get me a towel? Getting caught out in the storm was bad enough, but I am now totally soaked."

"Towel? Oh sure!"

I got up in a daze and walked to the bathroom, grabbing every towel I had and returning with the stack. I handed this thing the top one and sat down, because I didn't think my feet would hold me. She was rubbing her fur and ears, sopping up the water that clung to her like a second skin. She stopped for a moment before motioning to the stack.

"You could help make this go faster you know."

I shook the fog from my brain and started to towel off what I could reach, suddenly acutely aware that those artificial breasts were any but artificial. This thing, this Renamon, was very intriguing. I hardly knew how to classify her, whether it was intelligent animal, a forest spirit come to life or some sort of alien. Then I recalled where I had stuck my fingers and I felt a flush come to my cheeks.

She yelped a little when I rubbed her one knee.

"Careful there. That's where your vehicle struck me."

"Sorry."

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"You do not believe your eyes, do you?"

"I don't know. I mean, you seem real enough, but yet you can't be real."

"You have touched me all over, and you see me, and you hear my voice, and yet you still do not believe? What would it take to convince you your mind is not unhinged?"

"Time. I'm trying to come to grips with what you are."

"Wet is what I am. Please grab another towel. There are parts of me not yet dry."

I complied. I was almost too embarrassed to look at her, after everything I had done. Hitting her was an accident of course but my groping was out of ignorance. I felt like a fool. After a while she seemed satisfied that she was toweled off properly.

"There is only one spot that still has lingering moisture. Would you be so kind as to handle it for me?"

"Uhh sure. Where is it?"

She reached up and took the towel from my hands, took my hand and placed it on her crotch. "Here. You were eager to explore there earlier. Might you be interested in furthering your goal with my permission?"

"I don't know. Before I was just, well, just trying to figure out what I thought was a suit."

"Are you saying you would be more interested in a suit than a real creature such as I?"

"No! It's just that..."

Those eyes seemed to melt me.

"Good sir, I have need of reparation for the rough treatment at your hands in striking me down. What I ask is so little. Do you not find me to be desirable?"

The stirrings in my loins grew to the point I was soon embarrassed to have an erection over something obviously not human. But she was right. For some reason I was really getting turned on. Truth was, I hadn't had a good bounce in the bed in a few months, for my job kept me moving. I was hard to establish a relationship when you were never around.

"I wish I could say no, but the fact is I do. But what about your knee?"

"My knee? I hardly find that to be an object of sexual desire. I would think you would much prefer something well lubricated, slippery and pink."

"I meant, shouldn't you be careful. I did just hit you with a car."

"Let me worry about the knee. You worry about making it up to me for striking me in the first place."

As it was, my own clothing was damp. I had ignored that fact in lieu of everything else going on at the moment. One way or another; one reason or another I did need to get out of them. I almost felt embarrassed undressing into front of her, but something told me she would only chalk that up to more foibles on my part. It seemed obvious this creature was interested in having a fling, and while thoughts of bestiality fluttered about in my head, I found it hard to come to grips with this being anything quite so low as that. This was no stupid animal I was looking at.

I stripped, much to her delight, for it took me only a moment to pull off the wet stuff and toss it aside. My obvious arousal was immediately noticed, and a wicked little grin crossed her face.

"So, you do have an interest in me? I was so hoping you did."

"Look, I'm still a little unsure about this..."

The words were cut off with a kiss. She was still damp, and her embrace was a little chilled because of it, but the warmth of that touch as her lips pressed into mine was electric. Powerful arms mashed my face into hers, and a wickedly active tongue snaked between my lips and merged with mine. In that instant any reservations I might have had disappeared like fog in sunlight.

As her tongue fought with mine, I did then only sensible thing and picked her up, hauling her off the floor and carrying her to the bedroom. If nothing else, the comforter would help absorb more of the water. At the least, we weren't going to have a hard floor under us, making something I hoped was going to be extraordinary ending up merely as something hard on the tailbone.

I was still a little thrown off, largely because I was suddenly so receptive to her advances. True, I had inadvertently groped her, but I had never suspected it would lead to this. It was going to take some getting used to. Even with my eyes closed I could tell the difference in her body from that of a human, but strangely, that difference was really growing on me. I had no idea it was caused by something she was doing. It eventually reached a point where I no longer cared what the cause was. She was desirable and that was all that mattered.

I sat her down and she released my mouth, curled around on the bed like a cat and gave me what can best be described as a come-hither look. I say that with some uncertainty because I had never seen it done at this level before. It was the look to launch a thousand ships. It oozed open invitation overlaid with an impetuous demand for my services. IT was totally irresistible.

As I climbed in with her, she reached out with a delicate touch that didn't at all forewarn of the incredible grasp behind it. With a single pull she had me down on top of her like a ton of bricks. I was ready to apologize, but her mouth found mine again and thus forming words was out of the question. She seemed needy; desperate to get laid. I was willing to comply, but it was going a little too fast for me to comprehend and react in an appropriate and expected manner.

She on the other hand knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it. Her body enveloped mine and clung to me like a spider. My cock had little choice in the direction it was headed, and was rammed straight into her hole. It was a good thing it was wet for I split her labia apart in one fell swoop and burrowed all the way to the end of the tunnel. In that instant I was smitten beyond measure.

This Renamon, whatever she was, had the strangest dimensions, at least when applied to a human. Her weight was rather light for her frame, which in itself was on par with a petite female. Any resemblances in mannerism to said girl were distant to non-existent however. In that regard she was more animal than human.

Her unique mouth was once again in a desperate embrace with mine, even more now that we had been formally joined at the hips, so to speak. Her soft furry mane tickled my chest as those magnificent breasts pressed against me, the nipples making little indents where they jutted sharply against my skin.

I drove it in with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, which was about a hundred percent more than I ever had before. It was like my libido had been hijacked and was careening out of control. I went a little wild, and I say only a little, for her grip was like iron. I had just enough range of motion to allow my hips the necessary freedom to pound away at her like the madman I had become. It was my only source of release and I took it and ran. The rest of me was locked down tight and bound to here for the duration.

The groan that escaped her throat was drowned out by my own moans clashing with hers. They commingled in my mouth in much the same manner as her tongue. Rather than be allowed to reverberate around the bedroom they remain confined to their source. What a sound they would have made! Her lips were still clamped on mine, muffling any sound either of us happened to make. The rest of our movements were equally constrained for the moment, though she eventually and only reluctantly loosed her grip to allow me a little leeway in moving more freely. It was a decision she didn't regret.

I tore free from her grasp and gripped the bed sheets, feeling her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as she found a new position for her arms. Her hips were bucking wildly as she found one spot after another that needed to be dealt with. The entire bed was beginning to bounce on the floor, making me glad there wasn't anyone else in the house. The noise was reaching raucous proportions.

I nearly stopped when she clamped down so hard on my cock that I almost yelped when I tried to pull back and couldn't. It didn't hurt, but those incredibly strong muscles held me as firmly as glue. Still, I learned to shorten my strokes and literally churned her insides with each movement more than I was actually drilling them. It bothered her not in the least, and since it was an incredible feeling for me, I kept pace with her needs.

This was how things went for a while, and I was afraid I was going to drop from exhaustion. I'm an engineer, not an athlete. This creature, while intelligent, had reserves of energy I couldn't begin to tap. She was obviously more active than I was and it was showing. I had spent a few too many years behind a desk.

I felt her begin to tremble and that tight, constricting hole went wild. It relaxed just a bit, and I took the opportunity to get some depth to my thrusts, but in the next instant, she went rigid and her hole spasmed as tightly as before. This time however, it did so with regular contractions that built in tempo until I lost track of the timing. All I was good for at this point was slamming away with as much power as I could muster. It was good enough.

I suddenly couldn't hold back any longer and let my body do what came naturally to it. I cut loose inside her and pumped that hole until the fluid started frothing out around the sides. Her nails dug into me as she released my mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. There has never been a wilder, more passionate utterance of fulfilled lust than there was that day, in that house, on that mountainside. It shook me to my bones.

As I lay there gasping for air, I had to remark on how, as the minutes passed by, my cock remained good and stiff. Normally I had some downtime between acts, whenever I was lucky enough to have a second go, but this creature's internal workings were massaging my cock like it wasn't ready to release me just yet.

Since I was worn out, I didn't move. Under the circumstances, I wouldn't have anyway, but the sensation was wonderful and I was content to feel he warmth and the seductive twitching coming from the inside. After a few minutes she whispered in my ear.

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Are you ready again?"

My pride had to take a back seat. "I'm worn out."

"Part of you isn't."

"I know. But the rest of me is exhausted."

Without a word she managed to roll us over, nearly off the bed. I clung to the sheets and heaved us back to the middle.

"There Mark Sheffield. We shall resume. I have the energy enough for both of us. You just lay there and relax."

I did just that. I felt lazy, but then again, I wasn't too broke up about it. She was moving those hips with such an erotic swivel, almost like a dance, and that despite her general appearance, she felt more like a woman than any other female I had ever been with. Her weight was negligible for her size, and just by closing my eyes I could imagine the wickedest of scenes taking place, all involving underage girls.

I was already coming undone along my moral seams.

I knew some weird stuff happened in Japan, but I had never felt a lot of it was real. I can attest that this was as real as things got. I had no idea what the origins of this creature were, whether natural or otherwise, and I wasn't about to ask. The fact that she was solid, warm and vibrating with pent up sexual energy was evident to even the most nearsighted or jaded of persons.

She soon had me slippery over a wide area, for she was making great sweeps with her body, rising off of my cock before wiggling back down upon it. Then she would hump me for a while and then slide off again, pushing her body forward while she leaned back, then resuming her upright position and slipping back over me.

The purpose behind it, if there was one, was unknown to me. It was nice, for each time I slipped back inside her it was like popping a cherry all over again. She could make that wet hole of hers so damn tight it was unbelievable.

This little game went on for a while, and I took it to be some sort of tease on her part. But on one withdrawal, she slid forward and then slammed down hard. The next thing I know I was cock-deep in her ass! I would never have the audacity to do this unasked-for with a lady of any station, but for her to do it on her own blew my mind!

She must have anticipated my thought, for she grinned as she ground herself down upon my manhood. "What's the matter? Something wrong with changing things up a little?"

"Uh, I don't mind. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Nah. That's mostly in your head. I know of your human girls. Some are ok with it, but some get all tight and tense like this."

She clamped down hard. I thought she was going to pinch the damn thing right off at the base!

"You see Mark, I like a lot of things. But it's difficult to find someone to do them with. You humans seem to dwell on my kind, and yet, when confronted with us for real, shy away as if we were evil."

"I'm afraid I know nothing about you."

"That is a good thing. Having no preconceived notions helps our relationship immensely."

"You mean, because I don't know the local stories, I'm not likely to be put off or be scared of you?"

"Precisely. What they think they want, when confronted with it in real time, proves to be too much for them. You are different."

"Well, I don't come from here. For all I knew, you were something normal."

"Are you calling me abnormal?"

There I was, getting trapped in my words with yet another female. "Yes, in a way. I have only ever known of humans as being able to speak. You speak both Japanese and English. I find that to be unusual."

"Then you are confusing your words. I am extraordinary, not abnormal. I am completely natural, as I hope you now see. There is nothing to me that isn't flesh, blood, bone and fur."

"I see and feel all those things. But it's still hard for me to come to grips with all of this."

"Hard? Grip?" She clenched her muscle tightly and nearly pulled me up off the bed by my cock.

I sucked in a breath. "Yes. Would you rather I lie?"

"No, I guess not. Honesty is a rare trait, and one I do happen to value. I also value getting my pleasure when I feel it is due me. Shall we refrain from conversing for a while and concentrate on more satisfying matters?"

She had started the dialog, but I felt it was impolitic to mention that. Besides, her suggestion was well worth considering. Any female who can pull you nearly off the mattress with the power in her legs and the sphincter in her ass is a female to be reckoned with; as much as time would allow under the circumstance. But hey, it was my day off, now wasn't it?.

I wasn't into anal, in part because it always seemed to be a dirty sort of sex. I'm sure that in some instances it is. But this was so slick and smooth and incredibly tight that it was hard to differentiate between the other. I mean, normally an ass is tighter because it isn't designed to be the first hole of choice, but with her; well - I think the difference to be felt was from her end, not mine. I guess I was hitting a whole separate set of nerve endings and that was what was doing it for her. As long as she was happy, I was happy.

Things continued to be wild and eventually I had to consider that our sex was getting a little one sided. The word rape crossed my mind, as in being the recipient of it, and yet I could hardly find pity for myself in the situation. I had recovered, getting my second wind, and if she ever tired out, I was ready to take over again.

Like I had ever, even once, been in charge of this unholy union!

She rode me hard, running her strangely formed hands over her body and down across her long ears, neck and chest. She was literally luxuriating in her pleasure; wallowing in her lust, and apparently quite content with her situation. I soon thought of her in terms of a vixen, which wasn't too far off from what her appearance might have been if you had taken a real fox and turned it into a humanoid figure. Change the coloring too, for this yellowish color almost seemed outlandish in a mammal.

She seemed pleased when I joined in, caressing her breasts and her face with as much tenderness as I could manage. It was a little hard to do things in such a delicate manner with her grinding away on my cock like it was weed needing to be pulled. If it was still there by the time she was done, I'd be making my way to one of those shrines just to leave an offering of thanks.

Thankfully, she eased off just enough to allow me to relax. I think she was just showing me who was boss. I say any female with that kind of power and prowess can do what she likes as long as she leaves me in one piece. I work better as a complete set.

Perhaps feeling that I was able to resume in a more normal fashion, she slid off and over to the floor, bending over the bed.

"You take it from here, will you?"

I was on my feet and positioning for her pussy, but her hand came back and guided me higher. "Finish here first. I haven't had a load there yet."

It didn't take me long. Since she had been so rough with me, I felt I could return the favor. I fucked her ass so hard I managed to shift the mattress over the frame until I was straining to keep from falling over. All the while she clung to the sheets and weathered out the storm. When I finally cut loose again, I was as a roaring manic. I dumped a load so deep inside her it might not see daylight for a week.

I stood there, crouched a little and pressed against her tight little ass for as long as my legs would allow me, but I finally had to drop to the floor. I was halted for just an instant as she clamped down again. Thankfully, she released me before the situation got to be problematic.

I should have known she wasn't done. My face fell forward and her legs managed to somehow snag me just before she forced my face into her butt.

"Or would you prefer I roll over?"

"It might be easier," I said with a muffled voice. I was speaking directly into where my cock had just been.

She released me and flipped over, using her legs to pull herself and the mattress back into some semblance of order. I buried my face in her crotch and handled it as I would any other pussy. It was formed nearly the same as a human's, except that instead of crotch hair there was crotch fur. Otherwise, she had all the right parts.

I had done this a few times in the past, so it wasn't my first rodeo, but she was quick to grab my head and direct me to where and how she wanted matters attended to. Her clit had apparently been neglected during all of our previous engagements and was now in need of its own sexual therapy to make her happy.

It was a little larger than most and turned very erect with just the slightest provocation. I rolled my tongue across it, eliciting a moan from this creature that was so substantial that I felt it in by bones. It was like being next to an idling tractor-trailer rig, only much more pleasant. It was like feeling the bass from a concert as it rumbled through your flesh.

It was just incredible and it made you feel alive.

Her legs came up around my shoulders, but she restrained herself when it came to exerting that phenomenal power she had control over. My neck could have snapped under that power, but all she did was use the leverage to assist me in reaching the right spots.

I shifted and brought up a finger, slipping it in between those saturated lips and into the narrow confines she called a vagina. Every now she would clamp down it, exhibiting her uncanny ability to manipulate her body in a way no human could ever match.

I laid it on thick, sucking her pink bit of flesh until she was writhing on the bed, pleading for me to do it harder and harder. I complied, careful not to get my teeth involved, for with the pressure I was applying I myself would have cried uncle within the first few seconds had I been the recipient of it. But to her, it was just perfect. I sucked it in and held it tight as my tongue played across the tip.

My finger worked her insides as far as it could go, pressing up under her pelvis to apply pressure from the inside, directly under where I was licking her into a frenzy. I soon had to contend with her bucking hips again. I hardly had the strength to control her, and when she reached her next orgasm, I wisely let go and fell back away from her.

Her thrashing was enough to throw the mattress to the floor with her on it. She continued to buck and jerk for what seemed to drag on for an hour, though I am sure it was only a few moments. She looked like someone had hooked her up to live electrical wires and was doing some unspeakable torture to her.

I climbed up beside her as her throes subsided, stroking her fur in an attempt to calm her. At one point she opened an eye and grabbed my hand as it strayed towards her face. She made as if to bite it, but in the last second sucked it in and tickled it with her tongue.

"You're a keeper Mr. Sheffield. Have you a wife?"

"No. I travel too much for that."

"And I have no mate. Is there a chance of convincing you to pair with me?"

"Uh. I don't really live here. I live in America."

"Yes, I have heard of that place. I would be the first of my kind to live there."

"I think you're overlooking the fact that getting you there would be close to impossible."

"Perhaps, but wouldn't I be worth it?"

"Yes!"

I was a little quick in my answer. The fact was, there was going to be equipment getting shipped back home, so one more box might go unnoticed. It would take so doing, arranging food and such, but not impossible. That's what being an engineer was all about.

She shifted and I jumped, a bit startled out of my thoughts and in doing so bumped her knee with mine. I remembered the accident and winced for her sake.

"Sorry!"

"Why? It doesn't hurt."

I propped myself up on my elbows. "What do you mean it doesn't hurt?"

She didn't respond. But a cute little smile spread across her face.

Things came slowly to my sex-befuddled brain. "You jumped out in front of me on purpose, didn't you?"

There was a distinct sort of rumble coming from her chest. "I told you you were slow. I'll work on improving you as time permits. Thankfully, you seem to catch on with the right instruction. I don't mind being a teacher."

And I never minded being a student. My lesson plan never looked like this before, and I had a feeling that I was going to be gaining knowledge that I would never be able to share.