12-24-2010, 09:59 AM
This is a request for AbleArcher (FurAffinity).
Warning: This contains sexual intercourse between a human and a furry.
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Prisoners of War, by DragonMasterX.
War.
Known as a necessary evil in order to maintain nature’s balance over things. It is the consequence of a grave misunderstanding, or incident to which the involved parties do not wish to be fully responsible for, but it always starts as one conflict. A conflict usually begins small, but as time goes by and the aforementioned parties resign themselves to their unmoving, prideful ideals, the once small gash begins widening and hurting the mutual relationship between them.
This now gaping fissure slowly blanks out every good that at a time kept them from going at each others’ throat, eventually consuming it all with the fog of anxiety that clouds judgment.
Over the course of the centuries, war has never been any different and its basic concept has been seen to be repeated over and over be it with man, beast, and both. War has never changed in the least.
Such has been this crude reality that the participants of this genocidal event have been all but lost to the anxiety and fear that clouds their hearts, never expecting anything else from the outside of their refugees but murder at the hands of their enemies. Roots and histories of peaceful interaction between the races and their own cultures have been all but lost to the raging wars that have razed with everything and everyone that once cared for them.
The warring tribes of humankind and kitsunes, the demon fox clan. These two used to cultivate and harvest the joy of shared labor and a fruitful reciprocate relationship many moons in the past. Today, they have all but forgotten what started their first conflict, and all that fuels their ambition to kill each other is to determine who had been right then and there, supposing they would ever be able to recall what was what had actually broken their trust in the past.
But the anxiety is like a monster that devours from within, consuming man and beast alike until it drives them to self-destruction. The fear, the paranoia, coming out of one’s house only to see their loved ones on the ground with an arrow impaled through their head, knowing who, or rather what did it. Beast-kind hated mankind and vice-versa. It was the rule Bernardia, the biggest continent in the world.
Divided in three, Bernardia was torn between two conflictive factions and a small, neutral grounds with no interest in war. To the west were the men, to the east, the beast.
They would incessantly charge at each other every single day, sending out small armies to intercept and burn down advance posts or to destroy their mobile resources. The tribes were slowly tacking at each other, but as their respective resources diminished, their daily battles became fewer and fewer until they were directing attacks one day a week, needing time to restock.
This restocking usually was cruel to those that had no choice but to supply their leaders with what they produced. Farmers sometimes could not meet demand, as turning their harvest would mean not being able to feed their families or themselves at all. This usually translated to the leaders making the so-called necessary sacrifices in order to maintain their powerful armies.
Victims of war. A term often used for the families of the dead soldier that bravely fought for the nation’s well being or their ideals, also used to describe the innocent prisoners of war being held against their will, tortured to gain an advantage over the opposition.
Those aren’t always necessarily the only ones.
The clouds roared mightily with the thunder that announced an oncoming storm. The first few droplets of rain began falling, being carried by a gentle afternoon breeze in the fields of Marcelus, at the edge of the country of men.
Ex-Knight Matthew Captivus reached for a stone slab where the first raindrop fell and smeared the dew with his gloved palm. The first day of winter, he contemplated as he briefly looked up from the hood of his garb, his brown eyes looking at the gloomy, lightened up skies. He slowly got back up from his praying position and looked down at the trio of graves on the ground. Matthew’s sister, her husband and child, the latter having been buried between the graves of his parents, the tragedy assaulted his mind every night.
A flashback at the back of his minded reminded him of a different contrast, a bright summer morning when he still marched as a proud warrior of the King. His unit had been returning victorious, when he horrifyingly witnessed the death of his family’s at the hands of his own compatriots. Matthew had never once questioned the judgment of their leader. Farmers were necessary alright, but their necessities came second to the army’s.
Resistance went hand-in-hand with death, as opposing the King meant opposing the God directing him.
Matthew felt his faith wane when he realized their God had willed upon his hard-working family the fate of oblivion. He did not have it in him to question them for what they had done, as he had done the same to other unfortunate families in the name of his King, who he had always until then maintained loyal to.
Ever since that fateful day, Matthew could only bring himself to defect and get as far away as possible from this, but he always found himself returning to the graves of those he wanted to forget. He wasn’t responsible, he knew that, but Matthew still felt like he had had some part in it. “Flora…” the words dryly escaped his trembling lips. Matthew didn’t want to remember them; they vivid image of their horrified expressions only served to bring pain to his heart.
Whatever battle he had been waging across the lands, beasts and humans alike that he had taken lives from, it had all been wrong. How could he have been so blind to that? How could he have become a death reaper in the name of an unforgiving man willing to sacrifice those he has sworn to protect? It began pouring.
Matthew stared at the only keepsake of his sister, a golden family trinket they had always kept with them. Now he had his and hers, and despite his want to discard the latter, he had always kept it with him. After a final prayer, Matthew put the keepsake away and readjusted his hood over his blonde hair, making sure he wouldn’t get anymore wet.
He had chosen to live his new life, or what was left of his old one, far from any conflict or other humans for that matter. Somewhere he would be allowed to think, somewhere he would be allowed to forget.
Twenty-six years old, Matthew knew how to take care of himself quite well. He had managed to acquire a stone shack from a humble family that used to inhabit it for half a dozen gold coins. He now lived there, secluded from the rest of his own kind and far away from those he once had fiercely fought against before.
Or so he thought.
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It had been several months since Lena’s unit had been dispatched to make an advance reconnaissance post. Her soft, bushy tail swayed from side to side as she idly watched from the wooden watch-post they had built. Her unit was a passive-aggressive team charged with the surveillance of the assigned perimeter. Sadly to the warriors under her charge, their mission differed from the others in that they never got to test the lethal assassination skills they were known for. Their leader was never too cautious, always littering fragments of his army in strategic positions in order to have the advantage of never being able to be surprised.
The full months of inactivity, however, had worn her soldiers anxious. Men trained to be killing machines, with the goal of brutally assassinating their foes in combat in order to prove the dominance of the demon fox clan. The first two weeks had been bad enough, but now she could feel the tension at camp to the point she wasn’t in the least thrilled about going down. She could see the killer instinct in their eyes, the same her father had, the same she had. But with discipline, Lena had managed to overcome the bloodlust common soldiers were assailed by constantly, feat which had indubitably warranted the higher rank among her peers.
As a result of this, the purple light garb she wore was adorned with a bright yellow band circling her slender waist. Lena had taken the looks of her mother as well as her shape. She had developed nicely during her puberty, and now she sported a great body to be envious to. Nonetheless, the garb she was wearing was meant as a dress code for their military’s different purposes. Dark purple was for everything related to information.
She cursed her superiors, but she couldn’t as well blame them. Their nation’s military was crumbling thanks to the scarce supplies. Instead of experienced soldiers trained for reconnaissance, she was stuck with leftovers from boot camp.
“You bastard! That was MY ration!”
“What are you going to do about it? Will you fight me, you coward?!”
Lena sighed. “There they go again,” she whispered to herself, grabbing the pole above her and gracefully swinging herself back to the ground.
The kitsunes on the ground were wearing the same purple attire as hers, minus the golden waistband. They were all male, and they seemed to be scoffing at each other for meaningless reasons. Again.
“You are acting as misbehaved children, men! Sizzle up!” Lena growled. Before they could talk, she stomped her foot paw on the soiled ground, “I don’t want excuses. We’re here on a mission, you’d do well in remembering that!”
“What mission?” one of them objected. Lena frowned, it was the first time one of them had actually raised one. Her surprise seemed to have left an open opportunity to continue, so the soldier did: “We have been here for months, ma’am! We haven’t received rations in a week.”
“Yeah!” chirped another, “The Great Kitsune has forgotten about us!”
Lena cursed lowly at the sound of ungratefulness “The Great Kitsune has not forgotten about us. Do not forget that humans are more resourceful than most of us give them credit for. They must have intercepted the diligence.”
“Now you’re just spitting bullshit!” barked the kitsune with the ration box in under his arm, “Humans are on the other side of the forest, had they tried to intercept what came from our empire, they would’ve had to get past us first!”
“You’re lying, Lena!” another accused. Lena was starting to get annoyed at their incessant banter, she oh so did not need this. Her paw was clenching and unclenching, as if ready to strike at the next wise-guy trying to open their maws.
“We all know about the Great Kitsune, we know about how he takes care of unproductive units,” the kitsune with the ration growled, “We know that only its head returns to the empire.”
Lena’s eyes widened. “What gave you that idea?”
“I knew it! You were planning on killing us all along! That’s why there hasn’t been a resupply in a week!” he roared. The others got wary and leaped behind him.
“No, not a mutiny…” Lena grimaced. While it was true that the order to dispose of unproductive recruits had been issued to her, she had never once intended on carrying it out. She had no idea how they had gotten their hands on this information however as it was top secret. She wondered if the accumulated anxiety for battle had driven them beyond normal paranoia.
Men who had been ready to slit each others’ throats just a minute ago stood ready to go for hers because of sudden and sick twist of fate. She didn’t have time to think. As one of her subordinates lunged for her, ready to stab her with a kunai at short distance, she made use of her far more agile and trained body. It was nothing short of a moment to disable the male by side-stepping and swiftly delivering an incapacitating jab to the base of his neck.
“Stupid, you guys are just tense! Stop this nonsense!” she cried as a second kitsune ferociously let out a feral roar and ran up at her on all fours, ready to gash her with one of his sharp claws. Lena anticipated the oncoming blow, however, and blocked it with a swift kick that stopped the male cold in the air.
She spun and delivered a round-house kick which sent him flying onto a nearby tree. The third and fourth proved no bigger challenge whatsoever, even when they tried to get her from her flanks at the same time. Jumping high, she spread her legs in the air and stamped their faces with the base of her feet, knocking them cold with the brunt of the impact from their careless sprint and her air-split.
As Lena landed on her feet, she sighed in disappointment, “I wouldn’t kill my subordinates even if I saw them being gruesome pigs as you four have been for the last three months,” she muttered to herself, looking at the unconscious body of her first attacker, contemplating him with pity. “Treason, however, is what we cannot allow,” she closed her eyes as if in prayer, but suddenly she felt a strong blow to her back. Stinging pain began spreading among her body from the focal point of her right side. Lena carefully looked down to see the edge of a kunai protruding from the now torn fabric of her suit, the crimson hue of blood smeared on the tip of the knife. The liquid dripped from the light yellow fur of her flank that could be seen within the torn hole. She grit her fangs to endure the pain and looked back to catch the sight of her cowardly assailant that had got her from behind.
It was the same guy who had tried to attack her with claws. He wasn’t saying anything; he was just dumbly chuckling, as if he had accomplished something. “At least one of us would get you, Andelyn” he softly worded as he panted from exhaustion. Lena was dumbfounded at the claim, grunting as he had used her father’s name to direct himself at her, but she was absolutely enraged at the surprise stab. She tried moving in an effort to dislodge the kunai from her body but the kitsune just pushed more of his body weight onto her. “Heheh. We’ve been enduring this for months just until we got our orders to kill you, wench. Guess which day is it, eh?” he laughed. Lena grunted, agents of the rebellion, and they had tricked her!
Absolutely furious, Lena wildly thrashed her arms, connecting her elbow with her assailant’s face, sending him backwards staggering. The pull forced the kunai to slide slightly, making her wince in pain. She wasted no time in pulling the kunai out by using a hand-protecting rag in her pocket; in a way, she was glad she had been backstabbed or she would’ve had to waste time removing it from the back instead of pulling out of her front. At least she wouldn’t lose a lot of blood after taking it out. She promptly discarded the weapon and turned around only to have the now enraged kitsune come at her; with her wound and lowered guard though, it would’ve been impossible to put up an effective guard. Lena’s eyes instinctively closed as she braced for the impact but just as she began to prepare for more pain, only a cool breeze went past her, followed by the grunt of the traitor as he fell to the cold ground, unmoving.
Upon re-opening her eyes, she saw what seemed to be a wooden arrow sticking from the male’s back. He had been struck in the spine, killing himself instantly, and just in time, “But by whom?” she thought. As she clutched her wound to keep more blood from seeping out, she looked left and right if to at least make sure this was an ally and not yet another foe trying to pick them out. “Show yourself!” she yelled, starting to slowly lose consciousness from the pain in her mid section. She thought she saw the silhouette of a person carrying a bow and quiver advancing in her direction but Lena’s vision quickly fell prey to the darkness before she could make out who it was. All she knew was that it had been no kitsune like her.
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It was raining. The moisture in the air awakened her. Lena’s eyes flung open and the dull, rustic ceiling of a house made of stone and wood greeted her vision. She felt weak and numb, but her insides didn’t hurt.
The flashbacks of her battle assaulted her mind as she tried to recall all of the actions she had taken right until the moment she had collapsed. There was no indication of there being memories of what had happened next. She figured whoever had saved her had carried her to her present position.
She silently scanned the modest room she had been sheltered in, carefully feeling with her paws to know where she was sitting at. The mattress was firm but at the same time terse, the ragged covers kept her warm. Removing them, she carefully looked at her body, seeing that her upper-half had been stripped naked.
An annoyed snort left her nostrils, but as she felt her side, she saw her flank had been carefully mended with cotton fabric and tape. Her only worry was if her mysterious savior had disinfected the wound before mending, she would have to ask later. Whoever it had been had put her in decent care.
As the skies lit up with lightening, followed by the thunderous explosions underground, Lena’s blue eyes fixed on the window that she hadn’t noticed until now. A frown formed in her face as she started to think about what had happened back at their post.
She had been stationed in that camp for nearly three months. In that time, she had had to deal with what she thought had been rookies in their first assignment, but as evidence pointed out, it had all been a façade from their part. Someone had gone out of their way to send assassins to play the role of her subordinates for longer than ten weeks, and had just ordered her life to be taken today. “Had they wanted me dead, why not assassinate me during the first week?” she mused, when pieces slowly began fitting together.
The rebellion. A defective group within the nation of the kitsunes that doesn’t share the ideals of their leader, the Great Kitsune, and condemns him for his cruel actions against his own country. A radical get-together led by a person of mysterious identity; as far as anyone was concerned, they didn’t know if they were led by more than one person.
Lena recalled the discussions about their methods to cripple the empire. They were careful; every move was planned as if to make it appear to be an accident, from the disappearance of caravans with resources to mysterious murders at the outskirts of inner villas. The civilian population was slowly being convinced that the Great Kitsune’s distribution methods were failing him, wasting resources, and people. The rebellion used this to their advantage, always attempting to convince the base of the empire to start looking at their leader in a different light.
It was no secret to anyone that the empire was becoming cannibalistic with its military, having to drain the more useless soldiers in order to maintain the better ones, just as Lena had been tasked with.
She grimaced. There was no other explanation. The agents sent to kill her had played the façade in order to make it look like the lack of supplies and the months of inactivity had driven them to kill each other. If a high-ranking officer was found dead as a result of a mutiny, then it would impact the empire’s reputation negatively. Even if she did survive, the responsibility of their deaths would be on her paws. The rebellion would never be exposed. “Damn them!” she punched the mattress, groaning as her side hurt from the exertion.
“Are you alright?” the soft voice of a male made Lena’s pointy ears stand up at attention. The shadow of someone entered the room followed by the silhouette she had spotted before. “I heard you yelp. You shouldn’t be moving yet.”
“Who are you?” asked Lena, almost barking. She didn’t want to be ungrateful to the one who had saved her life, but she was wary around strangers. A tall human dressed in brown rags with a hood entered, he was drenched. The male removed the hood and put the coat away, revealing to be a short-haired blonde with brown eyes.
“Human…” Lena muttered. Rising her voice, she continued: “Were you the one who saved me?” Matthew nodded. Lena grimaced again, how pathetic she must have looked at that point. “How many days have I been out?”
“Just a day,” Matthew replied.
“Why?” she dryly questioned.
“You’re a kitsune, so it’s only natural that you think it odd,” Matthew shrugged his shoulders, taking a seat on the chair across the bed, “I’ve seen horrible things in my life, and one of those things is to witness one’s kin destroy each other. I had been hunting when I saw the ones you were with gang up on you. I simply couldn’t bear to witness such a ludicrous event.”
Lena smirked and let out a small chuckle, closing her eyes in disbelief, “A human with ideals. I think I have now seen everything there is to see,” she ironically said.
Matthew shook his head, “Believe me when I tell you that I don’t wish to take part in any more conflicts for the rest of my life. But the situation you were in… I…” Matthew stopped. “Nevermind. You require rest.”
Lena eyed him quietly. What had the human been trying to say? It was none of her business, but the sad tone in his voice made her feel emphatic. Maybe it was the fact he had saved her from near-death, or that he hadn’t restrained her and had given her nice shelter, but Lena couldn’t bring herself to hate him in particular, despite it having been her sworn duty since joining the military.
As Matthew stood up to live, she briefly stopped him, “Your name.”
“Matthew Captivus.”
“Lenaria Adelyn,” she said, and as he turned his gaze to her, she turned her face away. A small blush gave more color to her yellow cheeks, “I thank you for your assistance, Matthew Captivus.”
“Don’t mention it,” the ex-knight said with a soft smile, leaving the room to allow her to rest.
But Lena didn’t want to rest. She sat up on her bed to assume a comfortable position, her eyes looking at the door frame he had just gone through. Why all of a sudden she felt so relaxed, as if she had been familiar with this human forever? Lena thought that Matthew, physical characteristics aside, reminded her of her late father. Alabaster Adelyn had been a renowned assassin for the empire, his death under mysterious circumstances having impacted the morale of the military as a whole.
The kitsune had always shown to be caring around his daughter. He had always been kind, with that refreshing smile of his, same as Matthew’s she thought. Alabaster had taught her many things, and among the most important ones was honor.
Honor is something intangible and abstract, something that can’t be seen or easily found, but yet one fully knows when the other is being honorable or not. Lena had been taught to honor her name everywhere she went, be it fighting as a soldier or by repaying favors.
The rebellion had no honor. Their anger and discomfort at the Great Kitsunes were understandable, but their methods were nothing different from the corruption they were trying to fight.
It felt only right to have set her pride aside to thank that human. The tension she had been feeling when she realized what Matthew was had almost vanished, and she now felt she could relax.
She would have to lay low for a while, after all.
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After two more days of resting with constant caretaking from Matthew, Lena had shown major improvement, to the point of a startling complete recovery. Matthew knew kitsunes healed quickly, but the rate of regeneration in this one had far exceeded what he knew. “You look like you’re better,” the man casually said.
Lena smiled, “It’s been all thanks to you, Matthew,” she humbly replied. During the course of their short relationship, the human had grown on her; in fact, his unnatural kindness for her made her feel right at home.
Matthew brought her a bowl with freshly cooked stew so she could have lunch. The human took a seat on the same chair as always and stared at her, “It surprises me how well you’ve been taking this. I’ve never been in the same room with a kitsune for longer than ten minutes.”
“Likewise,” Lena said after slurping some of the food up, she had a big appetite. “But I know you’re no enemy, obviously. The only other variant is that you would be using me for information, which is what explains why I still am alive.”
“But then again, you could be restrained to your bed to prevent your escape, and seeing as though you still haven’t left, I’d to say you don’t believe it’s the case,” Matthew continued. Lena liked the human’s way of reasoning. “I guess you remind me of someone very dear to me. You’re strong-willed to have stood up to all four of those soldiers, and not having killed them for what they did to you.”
Lena grew silent for a brief moment. “I don’t believe in needlessly taking the lives of others. There is enough death in this world with this never-ending war,” the kitsune said, setting the bowl on the nightstand on her left.
“I’d say you were in need of defending yourself at that time.”
“Not until I got the information and proof I needed from them.”
“Information? Proof?” Matthew blinked.
Lena took a deep breath, it looked alright to tell him. “I was stationed in that camp in order to feed intelligence to the empire, but the men that were put under my command were actually phonies.”
Matthew’s look turned stern, he had an idea of where it was going, he was familiar with the discrepancies within the kitsune nation “I see.”
“When they tried to kill me, I needed to know why. I already have an idea about it, but no proof,” Lena sighed in a disheartened manner. “To the eyes of the Great Kitsune, I either killed them by carrying his command or in self-defense. No proof exists in order to point a finger to the rebellion, and even if there was, the empire would never admit that there was a breach. They’d rather have me silenced.”
“What do you mean they’d kill you for reporting useful information?”
“Such is the way of the Great Kitsune’s order. To prevent further separation of the people and the empire, they’re willing to remove those that could potentially bring down the status quo among the civilians.”
Matthew grimaced at the irony, but even more so at the stunning revelation of how similar his culture was to theirs. Blind to everything but their pride, beast and men weren’t so different.
Lena suddenly spat: “I don’t wish to return.”
“Why would you?“ Matthew sarcastically asked.
“Honor. Soldiers are meant to follow orders, even those of high ranking,” she said, “I was meant to return in a few more days, but now only dishonorable death awaits me.”
“Honor isn’t throwing your life away for nothing,” said Matthew, “If your empire is willing to sacrifice you in order to maintain their image, I’d say they are the ones lacking the honor you’re talking about.”
“That might well be, but I still can’t turn my back on my nation.”
“Even when said nation has already turned your back on you?”
“How are you so sure?” darted Lena. “What do you know?”
“From what we’ve been talking about for the last few days, they like wasting people to maintain those that strengthen themselves. That is to say… once a person’s use is no more, they are dead to them. Why do you believe in such a nation?” The rebuttal was hard to accept. But there it was.
Lena stayed silent for a few more moments. Matthew said no more, allowing her to collect her thoughts. He continued once she shook her head. “I don’t want to push my beliefs on you, but I’ve to say our countries aren’t that different, Lena.” She was about to chuckle, when Lena noticed Matthew’s stern look.
“Lena, during my service as a knight, I carried out orders very similarly as how you did. Just as you served your leader, so did I mine. Now, I wish I hadn’t been so blind with my judgment,” he sadly let out a sigh.
“That’s right, you never told me why you quit as a knight, your prowess with archery is impeccable from what I’ve seen, so your skills haven’t waned with time.”
Matthew fiddled with his fingers a bit in reluctance, but continued nevertheless: “I… witnessed as my family was slaughtered for resisting the acquisition of their produced goods. My sister and her husband had a little child to feed, they couldn’t afford getting food from their neighbors anymore. My sister was the one to resist first but her husband took the first slash,” his eyes began swelling with tears, “I arrived to see them kill the poor boy, who I bet couldn’t begin to understand what it was all about.”
“…” Lena couldn’t bring herself to speak. The tears in Matthew’s eyes told her the silence was, albeit painful to bear, necessary.
“I attacked the knights who stood at the top of their bleeding corpses, or that’s what I want to say to myself, but I could only watch as I was restrained by my own partners, yelling and thrashing so they would let me go see my dead sister” he grit his teeth together. “You see, Lena. Our countries aren’t so different when it comes to what they want to do in order to win this war that has lost meaning.”
“You’ve suffered.”
“…”
“I don’t know what to say. What did you do after that?”
“Nothing. I just… Gave them proper burial. They allowed me that at least.”
“I am sorry, Matthew.”
“I was a coward, I was a knight and I failed to protect what was most important to me” he said, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes to get rid of the tears. While his tone hadn’t changed at all, the painful memories never ceased to kill his iron nerves. “I’m afraid that I’ve talked too much,” he suddenly stood up, ready to leave.
“Wait,” asked Lena, standing up and rushing to his side, “Look, I don’t know what your life was before, but I see what you were trying to tell me. This war… it really has lost its meaning. During the times I’ve to myself I often ponder the why of it, and I always come empty handed,” she said to him, grabbing his arm firmly. “I don’t want to go back. Not because of what awaits me, I could easily avoid it, but I wouldn’t be able to change anything.”
Matthew looked in her direction.
“That’s why you quit, right?” she asked, “That’s why you’ve decided to live far away from it all. You’ve given up on life but… But it doesn’t have to end there, Matthew.”
His eyes were looking at her from above. At six foot five, Matthew was five inches taller than her. She continued, gripping his arm harder, as if forcing him to turn to her side, “Matthew I… I think I understand what your point is. This world is wrong, but that doesn’t mean the past has to haunt you. You can always start anew.”
“Anew?” he repeated.
“Yes. I…” Lena bit her upper bit slightly, “You and I now have a lot in common, and I’ve realized that mankind and beast kin aren’t so different after all.”
“Lena, that would never be enough to cauterize the petty conflict our races are waging war by,” his words carried a certain weight about them, but her mind seemed settled.
Lena grabbed at both of his arms, she was impressed at how hard his muscles were. Her eyes were going crazy, eyeing his features as if she was attracted to him. She didn’t understand why she was doing this or why she was saying these things, but one thing was clear, her fondness for Matthew had grown into a whole new level.
“Lena, you’re grabbing too hard,” the human groaned. Matthew had been wondering about this sudden emotional outburst, having become confused by Lena’s actions as well.
“Matthew, please, I want to stay with you,” the vixen suddenly said. His eyes widened, but so did hers. That sentence had been going in her head ever since she had first seen him but she never remembered willing herself to say it. The words had just come out of her mouth on their own. Her paws were gripping even harder, she was rubbing against him now.
“Gnngh, Lena! Stop gripping!” Matthew shouted using his bigger body in order to push her off himself. After she landed on the floor, Lena looked up at the blonde man with a horrified expression. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Matthew asked in concern, rubbing his own arms where two punctured wounds were lightly bleeding.
Why had she been so forceful? Why had she begun rubbing against him? Did she have a physical attraction for humans? The questions bounced at each other in her head before they crashed into pieces, being replaced by the answer to them all at once. She was in heat.
Upon not receiving any answer, Matthew crouched on one knee and reached with his hand to help Lena up. “Here, let me help you…” but before he could actually grab her hand, Lena’s paw grasped his forearm and pulled him down on top of her, where she wildly grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into a kiss. Matthew was half-surprised by the amount of sheer physical strength she must have had in order to pull a man of his dimensions down with such fortitude.
At first, he was baffled and shocked at the way she had seized him in her control, as well as the nature of the situation in itself, but Matthew quickly discovered that kissing Lena wasn’t much different than kissing any other human girl, save for the thicker tongue that is.
Kitsune and man began making out in a passionate exchange of saliva and tongue-wrestling. Her hot moans told Matthew that Lena was absolutely consumed by lust, and somehow, he could feel himself slowly descending into the same kind madness. Unbeknownst to him, the kitsune’s pheromones, this close, affected him in the same way as it would to anyone of the same race as her. Matthew’s pants began bulging painfully, as if he had been touched by a goddess of pleasure the moment Lena’s paw began rubbing against his crotch. He couldn’t believe how wrong and how good it felt at the same time.
“Lena, Lena...” Matthew tried, his moans of protest being silenced by her passionate maw engulfing his lips, her intruding tongue easily overpowering his more docile one. As lust-ridden as he was becoming, he could still maintain enough sanity in order to try to reach out for her, but nothing worked. The more she fondled, the weaker his protesting groans rumbled. Matthew’s cock was hurting against his tented pants, as if begging him to let it out.
Eventually, he couldn’t fight it any longer and gave in. He began to take her in his arms, the arousal apparently endowing him with more brute force than she had displayed. Forcing her on her back, he started to strip his clothes off while writhin and almost roaring in arousal, as if he had been posessed by a demon.
For some reason, now that he was handling her, Lena had become significantly more passive, not having done much else than having clawed her purple tights off, revealing herself in full splendor to Matthew.
Decency could be a relative term between kitsunes. Males usually needed at least loin-cloth in order to cover their noble parts, but females didn’t need anything more than their fur to hide their privates. Lena was no exception, her pristine white furred underbelly was more than enough to conceal her vagina, while the generous tuft of fur on her chest made sure that nobody saw her mounds. She let him, however. After reaching for his forearms again, Lena pulled Matthew’s hands to her chest, almost forcing him to squeeze her tits through the tuft of chest fur. The human didn’t need to be told anything further, proceeding to squeeze hard enough to elicit an aroused howl from the horny fox. “Yes! Yes, squeeze harder!” she begged.
Matthew said nothing and instead followed with his rough treatment, kneading her mammaries energetically, making her groan in both pleasure and need for more. He beastily thrust his head forwards, tugging on her left one hard, getting his lips around the aerola to begin sucking on Lena’s nipple in order to provide even more pleasure. Matthew seemed to be satisfying some sort of wicked fetish for Lena’s breasts by working them with his mouth that was now alternating between the two sizable tits, which only made her want more of it. His tongue repeatedly lashed out at her nipples, his palms squeezing them together with their respective boobs, licking at them at the same time again and again.
Lena was now pronouncedly wet, made evident by the patch of darkened fur on her crotch, revealing a thin pink gash that was her sweetly scened cunt. After several minutes of playing with her chest, Matthew eventually had enough and stood up, snorting dominantly as he stroked himself. It was as if Matthew was another fox, commanding his mate to assume position.
Lena needed no instructions of course. The sight of his hard shaft told her he was ready; going down on her hands and knees, Lena swished her tail away to present her firm behind and drooling pussy. She was ready to take him.
Matthew wasted no time and got behind Lena, his hands having stroked hard enough to keep his seven inch long member rigid and with its foreskin retracted. He thought he was going to put his hands on her behind and do her in that position, but a sudden annimalistic urge such as the one which had been seemingly controlling his actions made him pounce and mount the vulpine. Lena grunted his name with a dry tone, as if she couldn’t take the lack of stimuli anymore. She needed him.
Upon mounting her, Matthew quickly positioned himself and thrust his rock-hard dick past Lena’s folds. The incredible amount of segregated juices worked wonders as a natural lubricant, allowing the human to penetrate unhindered. With the little self-control he had left, Matthew allowed his brain to process the thoughts of admiration for her anatomy and womanly body; he had never dreamed of entering a female this easy without any sort of foreplay to moist his shaft up, he was aware that he was quite big and thick. But it lasted so long. He needed her too.
She must’ve been barking and growling at him to continue, but in his short mental trip he had ignored her. Lena was bucking her hips against Matthew’s crotch as if telling him to go on. Matthew recapacitated and quickly threw his arms around Lena, cupping and then grasping her boobs in order to maintain his balance. Matthew started humping her energetically, thrusting his cock in and out, the upper side of his dick rubbing against the sensitive nub of her clitoris bulb. Grunting, his thrusts began picking a fast pace to them. “Grrr, Lena...” Matthew groaned. She looked back at him with a needy face, gasping hotly for his attention.
He began riding her like animal, precum beggining to spurt into her vagina as he humped harder and faster by the minute. Lena howled in bliss as her pussy clenched hard, her orgasm hitting her very hard like a wall of bricks she had ran into. Matthew obviously felt this as her love canal enveloped and held his throbbing dick in place. He found it hard to thrust after a few seconds, but continued making the effort nonetheless. Their moans escalated in volume as he announced himself, “I’m coming!” with a mighty bellow.
And there it went. Matthew’s cock stopped throbbing only if to ejaculate all the pent-up seed that had been awaiting inside of his testicles. Lena’s hungry cunt accepted it all and with the inhuman clench of her hotbox sealed the sperm inside for several minutes.
Matthew had never humped a woman so hard, so fast, so beast-like, yet it had all felt extremely comfortable, almost to be concerned of. But his mind and body had all but been spent as well as his now empty balls. Lena’s wild moans had been reduced to a constant humming as her insides worked with Matthew’s cum. The exhausted human collapsed on top of his mate.
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After that strange afternoon and having awakened with a strong headache that reminded him of a bad hangover, Matthew found himself lying on the ground next to Lena. The memories of their- his actions not ceasing to attack his tired mind. Matthew put a hand to his face to wipe some of the sweat off his brow, before a soft white paw came to his cheek and began rubbing it.
“Matthew... I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful about...”
Lena’s lips were silenced by Matthew as he grabbed her by the wrist and smiled “We should have been more careful about it. But it doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it,” he paused. “Did you?”
Lena’s smile returned to her face. She didn’t feel weird anymore, the heat had ended for her, and that only meant one thing. But Lena decided it wasn’t time for that as his arms softly held her to his chest. Somehow, she felt two heavy weights had been taken off her back. For some reason, she felt as though Matthew was experiencing similar if not the exact emotions. Returning the hug, the pregnant kitsune and her lover locked into a kiss of passion and love, instead of one of pure lust.
There are many victims in war. Some of them are destined to disappear and be forgotten, whilst others are destined to forever suffer for their play in it. Some people call them the true prisoners of war.
Souls who have decided to fight against that destiny and forge their own path in life, with a strong resolve backing their will up, are often rewarded with events that could some times be considered miracles.
The child of a man and a kitsune. A glint of hope for a forgotten world.
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Warning: This contains sexual intercourse between a human and a furry.
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Prisoners of War, by DragonMasterX.
War.
Known as a necessary evil in order to maintain nature’s balance over things. It is the consequence of a grave misunderstanding, or incident to which the involved parties do not wish to be fully responsible for, but it always starts as one conflict. A conflict usually begins small, but as time goes by and the aforementioned parties resign themselves to their unmoving, prideful ideals, the once small gash begins widening and hurting the mutual relationship between them.
This now gaping fissure slowly blanks out every good that at a time kept them from going at each others’ throat, eventually consuming it all with the fog of anxiety that clouds judgment.
Over the course of the centuries, war has never been any different and its basic concept has been seen to be repeated over and over be it with man, beast, and both. War has never changed in the least.
Such has been this crude reality that the participants of this genocidal event have been all but lost to the anxiety and fear that clouds their hearts, never expecting anything else from the outside of their refugees but murder at the hands of their enemies. Roots and histories of peaceful interaction between the races and their own cultures have been all but lost to the raging wars that have razed with everything and everyone that once cared for them.
The warring tribes of humankind and kitsunes, the demon fox clan. These two used to cultivate and harvest the joy of shared labor and a fruitful reciprocate relationship many moons in the past. Today, they have all but forgotten what started their first conflict, and all that fuels their ambition to kill each other is to determine who had been right then and there, supposing they would ever be able to recall what was what had actually broken their trust in the past.
But the anxiety is like a monster that devours from within, consuming man and beast alike until it drives them to self-destruction. The fear, the paranoia, coming out of one’s house only to see their loved ones on the ground with an arrow impaled through their head, knowing who, or rather what did it. Beast-kind hated mankind and vice-versa. It was the rule Bernardia, the biggest continent in the world.
Divided in three, Bernardia was torn between two conflictive factions and a small, neutral grounds with no interest in war. To the west were the men, to the east, the beast.
They would incessantly charge at each other every single day, sending out small armies to intercept and burn down advance posts or to destroy their mobile resources. The tribes were slowly tacking at each other, but as their respective resources diminished, their daily battles became fewer and fewer until they were directing attacks one day a week, needing time to restock.
This restocking usually was cruel to those that had no choice but to supply their leaders with what they produced. Farmers sometimes could not meet demand, as turning their harvest would mean not being able to feed their families or themselves at all. This usually translated to the leaders making the so-called necessary sacrifices in order to maintain their powerful armies.
Victims of war. A term often used for the families of the dead soldier that bravely fought for the nation’s well being or their ideals, also used to describe the innocent prisoners of war being held against their will, tortured to gain an advantage over the opposition.
Those aren’t always necessarily the only ones.
The clouds roared mightily with the thunder that announced an oncoming storm. The first few droplets of rain began falling, being carried by a gentle afternoon breeze in the fields of Marcelus, at the edge of the country of men.
Ex-Knight Matthew Captivus reached for a stone slab where the first raindrop fell and smeared the dew with his gloved palm. The first day of winter, he contemplated as he briefly looked up from the hood of his garb, his brown eyes looking at the gloomy, lightened up skies. He slowly got back up from his praying position and looked down at the trio of graves on the ground. Matthew’s sister, her husband and child, the latter having been buried between the graves of his parents, the tragedy assaulted his mind every night.
A flashback at the back of his minded reminded him of a different contrast, a bright summer morning when he still marched as a proud warrior of the King. His unit had been returning victorious, when he horrifyingly witnessed the death of his family’s at the hands of his own compatriots. Matthew had never once questioned the judgment of their leader. Farmers were necessary alright, but their necessities came second to the army’s.
Resistance went hand-in-hand with death, as opposing the King meant opposing the God directing him.
Matthew felt his faith wane when he realized their God had willed upon his hard-working family the fate of oblivion. He did not have it in him to question them for what they had done, as he had done the same to other unfortunate families in the name of his King, who he had always until then maintained loyal to.
Ever since that fateful day, Matthew could only bring himself to defect and get as far away as possible from this, but he always found himself returning to the graves of those he wanted to forget. He wasn’t responsible, he knew that, but Matthew still felt like he had had some part in it. “Flora…” the words dryly escaped his trembling lips. Matthew didn’t want to remember them; they vivid image of their horrified expressions only served to bring pain to his heart.
Whatever battle he had been waging across the lands, beasts and humans alike that he had taken lives from, it had all been wrong. How could he have been so blind to that? How could he have become a death reaper in the name of an unforgiving man willing to sacrifice those he has sworn to protect? It began pouring.
Matthew stared at the only keepsake of his sister, a golden family trinket they had always kept with them. Now he had his and hers, and despite his want to discard the latter, he had always kept it with him. After a final prayer, Matthew put the keepsake away and readjusted his hood over his blonde hair, making sure he wouldn’t get anymore wet.
He had chosen to live his new life, or what was left of his old one, far from any conflict or other humans for that matter. Somewhere he would be allowed to think, somewhere he would be allowed to forget.
Twenty-six years old, Matthew knew how to take care of himself quite well. He had managed to acquire a stone shack from a humble family that used to inhabit it for half a dozen gold coins. He now lived there, secluded from the rest of his own kind and far away from those he once had fiercely fought against before.
Or so he thought.
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It had been several months since Lena’s unit had been dispatched to make an advance reconnaissance post. Her soft, bushy tail swayed from side to side as she idly watched from the wooden watch-post they had built. Her unit was a passive-aggressive team charged with the surveillance of the assigned perimeter. Sadly to the warriors under her charge, their mission differed from the others in that they never got to test the lethal assassination skills they were known for. Their leader was never too cautious, always littering fragments of his army in strategic positions in order to have the advantage of never being able to be surprised.
The full months of inactivity, however, had worn her soldiers anxious. Men trained to be killing machines, with the goal of brutally assassinating their foes in combat in order to prove the dominance of the demon fox clan. The first two weeks had been bad enough, but now she could feel the tension at camp to the point she wasn’t in the least thrilled about going down. She could see the killer instinct in their eyes, the same her father had, the same she had. But with discipline, Lena had managed to overcome the bloodlust common soldiers were assailed by constantly, feat which had indubitably warranted the higher rank among her peers.
As a result of this, the purple light garb she wore was adorned with a bright yellow band circling her slender waist. Lena had taken the looks of her mother as well as her shape. She had developed nicely during her puberty, and now she sported a great body to be envious to. Nonetheless, the garb she was wearing was meant as a dress code for their military’s different purposes. Dark purple was for everything related to information.
She cursed her superiors, but she couldn’t as well blame them. Their nation’s military was crumbling thanks to the scarce supplies. Instead of experienced soldiers trained for reconnaissance, she was stuck with leftovers from boot camp.
“You bastard! That was MY ration!”
“What are you going to do about it? Will you fight me, you coward?!”
Lena sighed. “There they go again,” she whispered to herself, grabbing the pole above her and gracefully swinging herself back to the ground.
The kitsunes on the ground were wearing the same purple attire as hers, minus the golden waistband. They were all male, and they seemed to be scoffing at each other for meaningless reasons. Again.
“You are acting as misbehaved children, men! Sizzle up!” Lena growled. Before they could talk, she stomped her foot paw on the soiled ground, “I don’t want excuses. We’re here on a mission, you’d do well in remembering that!”
“What mission?” one of them objected. Lena frowned, it was the first time one of them had actually raised one. Her surprise seemed to have left an open opportunity to continue, so the soldier did: “We have been here for months, ma’am! We haven’t received rations in a week.”
“Yeah!” chirped another, “The Great Kitsune has forgotten about us!”
Lena cursed lowly at the sound of ungratefulness “The Great Kitsune has not forgotten about us. Do not forget that humans are more resourceful than most of us give them credit for. They must have intercepted the diligence.”
“Now you’re just spitting bullshit!” barked the kitsune with the ration box in under his arm, “Humans are on the other side of the forest, had they tried to intercept what came from our empire, they would’ve had to get past us first!”
“You’re lying, Lena!” another accused. Lena was starting to get annoyed at their incessant banter, she oh so did not need this. Her paw was clenching and unclenching, as if ready to strike at the next wise-guy trying to open their maws.
“We all know about the Great Kitsune, we know about how he takes care of unproductive units,” the kitsune with the ration growled, “We know that only its head returns to the empire.”
Lena’s eyes widened. “What gave you that idea?”
“I knew it! You were planning on killing us all along! That’s why there hasn’t been a resupply in a week!” he roared. The others got wary and leaped behind him.
“No, not a mutiny…” Lena grimaced. While it was true that the order to dispose of unproductive recruits had been issued to her, she had never once intended on carrying it out. She had no idea how they had gotten their hands on this information however as it was top secret. She wondered if the accumulated anxiety for battle had driven them beyond normal paranoia.
Men who had been ready to slit each others’ throats just a minute ago stood ready to go for hers because of sudden and sick twist of fate. She didn’t have time to think. As one of her subordinates lunged for her, ready to stab her with a kunai at short distance, she made use of her far more agile and trained body. It was nothing short of a moment to disable the male by side-stepping and swiftly delivering an incapacitating jab to the base of his neck.
“Stupid, you guys are just tense! Stop this nonsense!” she cried as a second kitsune ferociously let out a feral roar and ran up at her on all fours, ready to gash her with one of his sharp claws. Lena anticipated the oncoming blow, however, and blocked it with a swift kick that stopped the male cold in the air.
She spun and delivered a round-house kick which sent him flying onto a nearby tree. The third and fourth proved no bigger challenge whatsoever, even when they tried to get her from her flanks at the same time. Jumping high, she spread her legs in the air and stamped their faces with the base of her feet, knocking them cold with the brunt of the impact from their careless sprint and her air-split.
As Lena landed on her feet, she sighed in disappointment, “I wouldn’t kill my subordinates even if I saw them being gruesome pigs as you four have been for the last three months,” she muttered to herself, looking at the unconscious body of her first attacker, contemplating him with pity. “Treason, however, is what we cannot allow,” she closed her eyes as if in prayer, but suddenly she felt a strong blow to her back. Stinging pain began spreading among her body from the focal point of her right side. Lena carefully looked down to see the edge of a kunai protruding from the now torn fabric of her suit, the crimson hue of blood smeared on the tip of the knife. The liquid dripped from the light yellow fur of her flank that could be seen within the torn hole. She grit her fangs to endure the pain and looked back to catch the sight of her cowardly assailant that had got her from behind.
It was the same guy who had tried to attack her with claws. He wasn’t saying anything; he was just dumbly chuckling, as if he had accomplished something. “At least one of us would get you, Andelyn” he softly worded as he panted from exhaustion. Lena was dumbfounded at the claim, grunting as he had used her father’s name to direct himself at her, but she was absolutely enraged at the surprise stab. She tried moving in an effort to dislodge the kunai from her body but the kitsune just pushed more of his body weight onto her. “Heheh. We’ve been enduring this for months just until we got our orders to kill you, wench. Guess which day is it, eh?” he laughed. Lena grunted, agents of the rebellion, and they had tricked her!
Absolutely furious, Lena wildly thrashed her arms, connecting her elbow with her assailant’s face, sending him backwards staggering. The pull forced the kunai to slide slightly, making her wince in pain. She wasted no time in pulling the kunai out by using a hand-protecting rag in her pocket; in a way, she was glad she had been backstabbed or she would’ve had to waste time removing it from the back instead of pulling out of her front. At least she wouldn’t lose a lot of blood after taking it out. She promptly discarded the weapon and turned around only to have the now enraged kitsune come at her; with her wound and lowered guard though, it would’ve been impossible to put up an effective guard. Lena’s eyes instinctively closed as she braced for the impact but just as she began to prepare for more pain, only a cool breeze went past her, followed by the grunt of the traitor as he fell to the cold ground, unmoving.
Upon re-opening her eyes, she saw what seemed to be a wooden arrow sticking from the male’s back. He had been struck in the spine, killing himself instantly, and just in time, “But by whom?” she thought. As she clutched her wound to keep more blood from seeping out, she looked left and right if to at least make sure this was an ally and not yet another foe trying to pick them out. “Show yourself!” she yelled, starting to slowly lose consciousness from the pain in her mid section. She thought she saw the silhouette of a person carrying a bow and quiver advancing in her direction but Lena’s vision quickly fell prey to the darkness before she could make out who it was. All she knew was that it had been no kitsune like her.
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It was raining. The moisture in the air awakened her. Lena’s eyes flung open and the dull, rustic ceiling of a house made of stone and wood greeted her vision. She felt weak and numb, but her insides didn’t hurt.
The flashbacks of her battle assaulted her mind as she tried to recall all of the actions she had taken right until the moment she had collapsed. There was no indication of there being memories of what had happened next. She figured whoever had saved her had carried her to her present position.
She silently scanned the modest room she had been sheltered in, carefully feeling with her paws to know where she was sitting at. The mattress was firm but at the same time terse, the ragged covers kept her warm. Removing them, she carefully looked at her body, seeing that her upper-half had been stripped naked.
An annoyed snort left her nostrils, but as she felt her side, she saw her flank had been carefully mended with cotton fabric and tape. Her only worry was if her mysterious savior had disinfected the wound before mending, she would have to ask later. Whoever it had been had put her in decent care.
As the skies lit up with lightening, followed by the thunderous explosions underground, Lena’s blue eyes fixed on the window that she hadn’t noticed until now. A frown formed in her face as she started to think about what had happened back at their post.
She had been stationed in that camp for nearly three months. In that time, she had had to deal with what she thought had been rookies in their first assignment, but as evidence pointed out, it had all been a façade from their part. Someone had gone out of their way to send assassins to play the role of her subordinates for longer than ten weeks, and had just ordered her life to be taken today. “Had they wanted me dead, why not assassinate me during the first week?” she mused, when pieces slowly began fitting together.
The rebellion. A defective group within the nation of the kitsunes that doesn’t share the ideals of their leader, the Great Kitsune, and condemns him for his cruel actions against his own country. A radical get-together led by a person of mysterious identity; as far as anyone was concerned, they didn’t know if they were led by more than one person.
Lena recalled the discussions about their methods to cripple the empire. They were careful; every move was planned as if to make it appear to be an accident, from the disappearance of caravans with resources to mysterious murders at the outskirts of inner villas. The civilian population was slowly being convinced that the Great Kitsune’s distribution methods were failing him, wasting resources, and people. The rebellion used this to their advantage, always attempting to convince the base of the empire to start looking at their leader in a different light.
It was no secret to anyone that the empire was becoming cannibalistic with its military, having to drain the more useless soldiers in order to maintain the better ones, just as Lena had been tasked with.
She grimaced. There was no other explanation. The agents sent to kill her had played the façade in order to make it look like the lack of supplies and the months of inactivity had driven them to kill each other. If a high-ranking officer was found dead as a result of a mutiny, then it would impact the empire’s reputation negatively. Even if she did survive, the responsibility of their deaths would be on her paws. The rebellion would never be exposed. “Damn them!” she punched the mattress, groaning as her side hurt from the exertion.
“Are you alright?” the soft voice of a male made Lena’s pointy ears stand up at attention. The shadow of someone entered the room followed by the silhouette she had spotted before. “I heard you yelp. You shouldn’t be moving yet.”
“Who are you?” asked Lena, almost barking. She didn’t want to be ungrateful to the one who had saved her life, but she was wary around strangers. A tall human dressed in brown rags with a hood entered, he was drenched. The male removed the hood and put the coat away, revealing to be a short-haired blonde with brown eyes.
“Human…” Lena muttered. Rising her voice, she continued: “Were you the one who saved me?” Matthew nodded. Lena grimaced again, how pathetic she must have looked at that point. “How many days have I been out?”
“Just a day,” Matthew replied.
“Why?” she dryly questioned.
“You’re a kitsune, so it’s only natural that you think it odd,” Matthew shrugged his shoulders, taking a seat on the chair across the bed, “I’ve seen horrible things in my life, and one of those things is to witness one’s kin destroy each other. I had been hunting when I saw the ones you were with gang up on you. I simply couldn’t bear to witness such a ludicrous event.”
Lena smirked and let out a small chuckle, closing her eyes in disbelief, “A human with ideals. I think I have now seen everything there is to see,” she ironically said.
Matthew shook his head, “Believe me when I tell you that I don’t wish to take part in any more conflicts for the rest of my life. But the situation you were in… I…” Matthew stopped. “Nevermind. You require rest.”
Lena eyed him quietly. What had the human been trying to say? It was none of her business, but the sad tone in his voice made her feel emphatic. Maybe it was the fact he had saved her from near-death, or that he hadn’t restrained her and had given her nice shelter, but Lena couldn’t bring herself to hate him in particular, despite it having been her sworn duty since joining the military.
As Matthew stood up to live, she briefly stopped him, “Your name.”
“Matthew Captivus.”
“Lenaria Adelyn,” she said, and as he turned his gaze to her, she turned her face away. A small blush gave more color to her yellow cheeks, “I thank you for your assistance, Matthew Captivus.”
“Don’t mention it,” the ex-knight said with a soft smile, leaving the room to allow her to rest.
But Lena didn’t want to rest. She sat up on her bed to assume a comfortable position, her eyes looking at the door frame he had just gone through. Why all of a sudden she felt so relaxed, as if she had been familiar with this human forever? Lena thought that Matthew, physical characteristics aside, reminded her of her late father. Alabaster Adelyn had been a renowned assassin for the empire, his death under mysterious circumstances having impacted the morale of the military as a whole.
The kitsune had always shown to be caring around his daughter. He had always been kind, with that refreshing smile of his, same as Matthew’s she thought. Alabaster had taught her many things, and among the most important ones was honor.
Honor is something intangible and abstract, something that can’t be seen or easily found, but yet one fully knows when the other is being honorable or not. Lena had been taught to honor her name everywhere she went, be it fighting as a soldier or by repaying favors.
The rebellion had no honor. Their anger and discomfort at the Great Kitsunes were understandable, but their methods were nothing different from the corruption they were trying to fight.
It felt only right to have set her pride aside to thank that human. The tension she had been feeling when she realized what Matthew was had almost vanished, and she now felt she could relax.
She would have to lay low for a while, after all.
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After two more days of resting with constant caretaking from Matthew, Lena had shown major improvement, to the point of a startling complete recovery. Matthew knew kitsunes healed quickly, but the rate of regeneration in this one had far exceeded what he knew. “You look like you’re better,” the man casually said.
Lena smiled, “It’s been all thanks to you, Matthew,” she humbly replied. During the course of their short relationship, the human had grown on her; in fact, his unnatural kindness for her made her feel right at home.
Matthew brought her a bowl with freshly cooked stew so she could have lunch. The human took a seat on the same chair as always and stared at her, “It surprises me how well you’ve been taking this. I’ve never been in the same room with a kitsune for longer than ten minutes.”
“Likewise,” Lena said after slurping some of the food up, she had a big appetite. “But I know you’re no enemy, obviously. The only other variant is that you would be using me for information, which is what explains why I still am alive.”
“But then again, you could be restrained to your bed to prevent your escape, and seeing as though you still haven’t left, I’d to say you don’t believe it’s the case,” Matthew continued. Lena liked the human’s way of reasoning. “I guess you remind me of someone very dear to me. You’re strong-willed to have stood up to all four of those soldiers, and not having killed them for what they did to you.”
Lena grew silent for a brief moment. “I don’t believe in needlessly taking the lives of others. There is enough death in this world with this never-ending war,” the kitsune said, setting the bowl on the nightstand on her left.
“I’d say you were in need of defending yourself at that time.”
“Not until I got the information and proof I needed from them.”
“Information? Proof?” Matthew blinked.
Lena took a deep breath, it looked alright to tell him. “I was stationed in that camp in order to feed intelligence to the empire, but the men that were put under my command were actually phonies.”
Matthew’s look turned stern, he had an idea of where it was going, he was familiar with the discrepancies within the kitsune nation “I see.”
“When they tried to kill me, I needed to know why. I already have an idea about it, but no proof,” Lena sighed in a disheartened manner. “To the eyes of the Great Kitsune, I either killed them by carrying his command or in self-defense. No proof exists in order to point a finger to the rebellion, and even if there was, the empire would never admit that there was a breach. They’d rather have me silenced.”
“What do you mean they’d kill you for reporting useful information?”
“Such is the way of the Great Kitsune’s order. To prevent further separation of the people and the empire, they’re willing to remove those that could potentially bring down the status quo among the civilians.”
Matthew grimaced at the irony, but even more so at the stunning revelation of how similar his culture was to theirs. Blind to everything but their pride, beast and men weren’t so different.
Lena suddenly spat: “I don’t wish to return.”
“Why would you?“ Matthew sarcastically asked.
“Honor. Soldiers are meant to follow orders, even those of high ranking,” she said, “I was meant to return in a few more days, but now only dishonorable death awaits me.”
“Honor isn’t throwing your life away for nothing,” said Matthew, “If your empire is willing to sacrifice you in order to maintain their image, I’d say they are the ones lacking the honor you’re talking about.”
“That might well be, but I still can’t turn my back on my nation.”
“Even when said nation has already turned your back on you?”
“How are you so sure?” darted Lena. “What do you know?”
“From what we’ve been talking about for the last few days, they like wasting people to maintain those that strengthen themselves. That is to say… once a person’s use is no more, they are dead to them. Why do you believe in such a nation?” The rebuttal was hard to accept. But there it was.
Lena stayed silent for a few more moments. Matthew said no more, allowing her to collect her thoughts. He continued once she shook her head. “I don’t want to push my beliefs on you, but I’ve to say our countries aren’t that different, Lena.” She was about to chuckle, when Lena noticed Matthew’s stern look.
“Lena, during my service as a knight, I carried out orders very similarly as how you did. Just as you served your leader, so did I mine. Now, I wish I hadn’t been so blind with my judgment,” he sadly let out a sigh.
“That’s right, you never told me why you quit as a knight, your prowess with archery is impeccable from what I’ve seen, so your skills haven’t waned with time.”
Matthew fiddled with his fingers a bit in reluctance, but continued nevertheless: “I… witnessed as my family was slaughtered for resisting the acquisition of their produced goods. My sister and her husband had a little child to feed, they couldn’t afford getting food from their neighbors anymore. My sister was the one to resist first but her husband took the first slash,” his eyes began swelling with tears, “I arrived to see them kill the poor boy, who I bet couldn’t begin to understand what it was all about.”
“…” Lena couldn’t bring herself to speak. The tears in Matthew’s eyes told her the silence was, albeit painful to bear, necessary.
“I attacked the knights who stood at the top of their bleeding corpses, or that’s what I want to say to myself, but I could only watch as I was restrained by my own partners, yelling and thrashing so they would let me go see my dead sister” he grit his teeth together. “You see, Lena. Our countries aren’t so different when it comes to what they want to do in order to win this war that has lost meaning.”
“You’ve suffered.”
“…”
“I don’t know what to say. What did you do after that?”
“Nothing. I just… Gave them proper burial. They allowed me that at least.”
“I am sorry, Matthew.”
“I was a coward, I was a knight and I failed to protect what was most important to me” he said, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes to get rid of the tears. While his tone hadn’t changed at all, the painful memories never ceased to kill his iron nerves. “I’m afraid that I’ve talked too much,” he suddenly stood up, ready to leave.
“Wait,” asked Lena, standing up and rushing to his side, “Look, I don’t know what your life was before, but I see what you were trying to tell me. This war… it really has lost its meaning. During the times I’ve to myself I often ponder the why of it, and I always come empty handed,” she said to him, grabbing his arm firmly. “I don’t want to go back. Not because of what awaits me, I could easily avoid it, but I wouldn’t be able to change anything.”
Matthew looked in her direction.
“That’s why you quit, right?” she asked, “That’s why you’ve decided to live far away from it all. You’ve given up on life but… But it doesn’t have to end there, Matthew.”
His eyes were looking at her from above. At six foot five, Matthew was five inches taller than her. She continued, gripping his arm harder, as if forcing him to turn to her side, “Matthew I… I think I understand what your point is. This world is wrong, but that doesn’t mean the past has to haunt you. You can always start anew.”
“Anew?” he repeated.
“Yes. I…” Lena bit her upper bit slightly, “You and I now have a lot in common, and I’ve realized that mankind and beast kin aren’t so different after all.”
“Lena, that would never be enough to cauterize the petty conflict our races are waging war by,” his words carried a certain weight about them, but her mind seemed settled.
Lena grabbed at both of his arms, she was impressed at how hard his muscles were. Her eyes were going crazy, eyeing his features as if she was attracted to him. She didn’t understand why she was doing this or why she was saying these things, but one thing was clear, her fondness for Matthew had grown into a whole new level.
“Lena, you’re grabbing too hard,” the human groaned. Matthew had been wondering about this sudden emotional outburst, having become confused by Lena’s actions as well.
“Matthew, please, I want to stay with you,” the vixen suddenly said. His eyes widened, but so did hers. That sentence had been going in her head ever since she had first seen him but she never remembered willing herself to say it. The words had just come out of her mouth on their own. Her paws were gripping even harder, she was rubbing against him now.
“Gnngh, Lena! Stop gripping!” Matthew shouted using his bigger body in order to push her off himself. After she landed on the floor, Lena looked up at the blonde man with a horrified expression. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Matthew asked in concern, rubbing his own arms where two punctured wounds were lightly bleeding.
Why had she been so forceful? Why had she begun rubbing against him? Did she have a physical attraction for humans? The questions bounced at each other in her head before they crashed into pieces, being replaced by the answer to them all at once. She was in heat.
Upon not receiving any answer, Matthew crouched on one knee and reached with his hand to help Lena up. “Here, let me help you…” but before he could actually grab her hand, Lena’s paw grasped his forearm and pulled him down on top of her, where she wildly grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into a kiss. Matthew was half-surprised by the amount of sheer physical strength she must have had in order to pull a man of his dimensions down with such fortitude.
At first, he was baffled and shocked at the way she had seized him in her control, as well as the nature of the situation in itself, but Matthew quickly discovered that kissing Lena wasn’t much different than kissing any other human girl, save for the thicker tongue that is.
Kitsune and man began making out in a passionate exchange of saliva and tongue-wrestling. Her hot moans told Matthew that Lena was absolutely consumed by lust, and somehow, he could feel himself slowly descending into the same kind madness. Unbeknownst to him, the kitsune’s pheromones, this close, affected him in the same way as it would to anyone of the same race as her. Matthew’s pants began bulging painfully, as if he had been touched by a goddess of pleasure the moment Lena’s paw began rubbing against his crotch. He couldn’t believe how wrong and how good it felt at the same time.
“Lena, Lena...” Matthew tried, his moans of protest being silenced by her passionate maw engulfing his lips, her intruding tongue easily overpowering his more docile one. As lust-ridden as he was becoming, he could still maintain enough sanity in order to try to reach out for her, but nothing worked. The more she fondled, the weaker his protesting groans rumbled. Matthew’s cock was hurting against his tented pants, as if begging him to let it out.
Eventually, he couldn’t fight it any longer and gave in. He began to take her in his arms, the arousal apparently endowing him with more brute force than she had displayed. Forcing her on her back, he started to strip his clothes off while writhin and almost roaring in arousal, as if he had been posessed by a demon.
For some reason, now that he was handling her, Lena had become significantly more passive, not having done much else than having clawed her purple tights off, revealing herself in full splendor to Matthew.
Decency could be a relative term between kitsunes. Males usually needed at least loin-cloth in order to cover their noble parts, but females didn’t need anything more than their fur to hide their privates. Lena was no exception, her pristine white furred underbelly was more than enough to conceal her vagina, while the generous tuft of fur on her chest made sure that nobody saw her mounds. She let him, however. After reaching for his forearms again, Lena pulled Matthew’s hands to her chest, almost forcing him to squeeze her tits through the tuft of chest fur. The human didn’t need to be told anything further, proceeding to squeeze hard enough to elicit an aroused howl from the horny fox. “Yes! Yes, squeeze harder!” she begged.
Matthew said nothing and instead followed with his rough treatment, kneading her mammaries energetically, making her groan in both pleasure and need for more. He beastily thrust his head forwards, tugging on her left one hard, getting his lips around the aerola to begin sucking on Lena’s nipple in order to provide even more pleasure. Matthew seemed to be satisfying some sort of wicked fetish for Lena’s breasts by working them with his mouth that was now alternating between the two sizable tits, which only made her want more of it. His tongue repeatedly lashed out at her nipples, his palms squeezing them together with their respective boobs, licking at them at the same time again and again.
Lena was now pronouncedly wet, made evident by the patch of darkened fur on her crotch, revealing a thin pink gash that was her sweetly scened cunt. After several minutes of playing with her chest, Matthew eventually had enough and stood up, snorting dominantly as he stroked himself. It was as if Matthew was another fox, commanding his mate to assume position.
Lena needed no instructions of course. The sight of his hard shaft told her he was ready; going down on her hands and knees, Lena swished her tail away to present her firm behind and drooling pussy. She was ready to take him.
Matthew wasted no time and got behind Lena, his hands having stroked hard enough to keep his seven inch long member rigid and with its foreskin retracted. He thought he was going to put his hands on her behind and do her in that position, but a sudden annimalistic urge such as the one which had been seemingly controlling his actions made him pounce and mount the vulpine. Lena grunted his name with a dry tone, as if she couldn’t take the lack of stimuli anymore. She needed him.
Upon mounting her, Matthew quickly positioned himself and thrust his rock-hard dick past Lena’s folds. The incredible amount of segregated juices worked wonders as a natural lubricant, allowing the human to penetrate unhindered. With the little self-control he had left, Matthew allowed his brain to process the thoughts of admiration for her anatomy and womanly body; he had never dreamed of entering a female this easy without any sort of foreplay to moist his shaft up, he was aware that he was quite big and thick. But it lasted so long. He needed her too.
She must’ve been barking and growling at him to continue, but in his short mental trip he had ignored her. Lena was bucking her hips against Matthew’s crotch as if telling him to go on. Matthew recapacitated and quickly threw his arms around Lena, cupping and then grasping her boobs in order to maintain his balance. Matthew started humping her energetically, thrusting his cock in and out, the upper side of his dick rubbing against the sensitive nub of her clitoris bulb. Grunting, his thrusts began picking a fast pace to them. “Grrr, Lena...” Matthew groaned. She looked back at him with a needy face, gasping hotly for his attention.
He began riding her like animal, precum beggining to spurt into her vagina as he humped harder and faster by the minute. Lena howled in bliss as her pussy clenched hard, her orgasm hitting her very hard like a wall of bricks she had ran into. Matthew obviously felt this as her love canal enveloped and held his throbbing dick in place. He found it hard to thrust after a few seconds, but continued making the effort nonetheless. Their moans escalated in volume as he announced himself, “I’m coming!” with a mighty bellow.
And there it went. Matthew’s cock stopped throbbing only if to ejaculate all the pent-up seed that had been awaiting inside of his testicles. Lena’s hungry cunt accepted it all and with the inhuman clench of her hotbox sealed the sperm inside for several minutes.
Matthew had never humped a woman so hard, so fast, so beast-like, yet it had all felt extremely comfortable, almost to be concerned of. But his mind and body had all but been spent as well as his now empty balls. Lena’s wild moans had been reduced to a constant humming as her insides worked with Matthew’s cum. The exhausted human collapsed on top of his mate.
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After that strange afternoon and having awakened with a strong headache that reminded him of a bad hangover, Matthew found himself lying on the ground next to Lena. The memories of their- his actions not ceasing to attack his tired mind. Matthew put a hand to his face to wipe some of the sweat off his brow, before a soft white paw came to his cheek and began rubbing it.
“Matthew... I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful about...”
Lena’s lips were silenced by Matthew as he grabbed her by the wrist and smiled “We should have been more careful about it. But it doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it,” he paused. “Did you?”
Lena’s smile returned to her face. She didn’t feel weird anymore, the heat had ended for her, and that only meant one thing. But Lena decided it wasn’t time for that as his arms softly held her to his chest. Somehow, she felt two heavy weights had been taken off her back. For some reason, she felt as though Matthew was experiencing similar if not the exact emotions. Returning the hug, the pregnant kitsune and her lover locked into a kiss of passion and love, instead of one of pure lust.
There are many victims in war. Some of them are destined to disappear and be forgotten, whilst others are destined to forever suffer for their play in it. Some people call them the true prisoners of war.
Souls who have decided to fight against that destiny and forge their own path in life, with a strong resolve backing their will up, are often rewarded with events that could some times be considered miracles.
The child of a man and a kitsune. A glint of hope for a forgotten world.
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Whew this became dang long. Whee. Another finished request <3
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