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Code-Shark In reply to ??? [2017-08-23 13:01:14 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, it seems that fewer and fewer artists use the cross hatching style to shade so I am happy to keep it alive.

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-16 15:22:08 +0000 UTC]

Alas, she's not that kind of fox. - and she is mute. XD

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-17 01:42:19 +0000 UTC]

Sign language?

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-18 00:56:20 +0000 UTC]

That and note paper for those who do not know how to interpret sign.

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-18 14:08:14 +0000 UTC]

Mute by birth or accident?

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-18 15:50:18 +0000 UTC]

Birth, though it has not stopped people from trying to do her neck harm

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-19 23:50:27 +0000 UTC]

Maybe she should look into an Artificial Larynx?

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-20 03:09:50 +0000 UTC]

Explored, but in this case it would not be applicable do to her odd condition. T.T

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-20 15:33:23 +0000 UTC]

Odd condition?

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-20 18:13:30 +0000 UTC]

She is missing her vocal cords. T.T

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-21 10:00:03 +0000 UTC]

Then that's not so bad because the Artificial Larynx works with the tongue and palette, not the vocal cords. In fact, some models replace the vocal cords with a throat speaker implant.

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-21 11:23:47 +0000 UTC]

I will make those options avaliable to her, but truth be told she seems more comfortable as she is now.

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-21 22:50:55 +0000 UTC]

Well, if that's what she is comfortable with, then she should go for it. Still, she should think about how she communicates over distance since she can't use phones or radios.

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-05-22 02:07:00 +0000 UTC]

that's what texting is for. She can speed text like no one else.

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-22 14:12:01 +0000 UTC]

Makes sense.

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Code-Shark In reply to pvzbrony [2017-05-10 13:13:26 +0000 UTC]

Ah, but she is cute enough already, just look at those eyes.

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pvzbrony In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-10 21:24:18 +0000 UTC]

cute ENOUGH.
but she could be CUTER!!!
 

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Code-Shark In reply to bluewingfairy [2017-05-10 13:14:51 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, and good morning. She is a very petite little vixen, and don't worry, the one she is waiting for will be there soon enough.  

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Code-Shark In reply to MviluUatusun [2017-05-10 13:15:48 +0000 UTC]

That he is, she's more than just any vixen too. She'll be quite happy when he arrives.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-10 13:30:53 +0000 UTC]

Hazel eyes burn brightly, contrasting nicely with the sun's reflection on the waters around you. At the mention of a prehistoric abomination her eye brows arch for just a second, clearly that bit of information has taken her off guard. In an effort to pass of her dismay, Sirse leans in and plants a delicate kiss on your cheek, feather light, yet carrying a warmth to it that radiates over you.

Raising her arm, to reveal an what looks like a rectangular watch, large for her frame, yet somehow stylish with its sleek glass cover plate and black finish. A singer finger with an immaculate claw picks away furiously and after a brief pause, Sirse's voice whispers in your ear.

'I find your terms to be agreeable.' She smiles, though there is enough warmth there to easily convey her pleasure in seeking you has out weighed her annoyance with your tardiness. Adding with a quick flourish of her finger. 'And I could not 'Fry your brain' even if I wanted desired it.'

Tilting her head up her smile widens to spread across her face, and she slips her hand into yours. 'Your really don't know how magic works do you?' A playful touch in her voice, takes on a sweet sound in your ear.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-10 14:07:51 +0000 UTC]

"I know enough not to tamper with it." I reply with a smile, thankful that she was only mildly irritated. I wanted to please this little creature before me as she was starting to play a bigger role in my life than before. "Maybe, with your help, there will be a day when magic and technology can coexist harmoniously. For now, I dare not attempt anything without a proper guide." 

I stand up, reaching out a paw to her. "Come! The day is young and I don't wish to waste any more time unless it is with you. The picnic site is just around the bend where I have a small cabana setup. It will allow us a modicum of privacy with the camouflage fabric I had built into it. Also, your very presence is as intoxicating as ever and the walk will do me good to clear my senses." I say grinning at her. "I like the upgrade to the app. The watch definitely suits your needs better than lugging a tablet around. And," as I grasp her paw in mine leading her to the private cabana, " most importantly, it frees your paws for me to hold." I say with a wink.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-10 14:41:24 +0000 UTC]

Giving your paw a squeeze of approval Sirse smiles up at you, with that knowing look of someone who has been caught planning a surprise.

As she lets you guide her to the cabana, she lets you do the talking, unable to respond without taking back her hand. And being content to let you clasp her little paw in your massive hand, Sirse accepted the little sacrifice.

Approaching the cabana, she moves her hand over and clicks out a few thoughts quickly.

'It is an improvement from carrying a tablet along, or a cell phone. There are still modifications I would like to try and make, but technology has limits. And as you said, it does free up my hands a little.'

To emphasize the point she runs her free hand over your arm, tiny fingers tracing the muscles under the fur.

Almost absently she adds, clicking away.

'There are a people called Tecnomages. People whose mastery over technology is such that the common man can not tell the difference from tec and magic.'

'In a way Magic is much like technology. I can not just will something to happen.'

Striding away, she looks up examining the cabana with its camouflage fabric, a wicked smile crosses her face. Shifting, her back arches several inches before she continues.

'Magic is a science of its own, most 'spells' require the caster to use a visual, verbal, and even...' completing her circuit of the cabana, she runs a hand over your chest. 'A physical component to function.'

This close to her, her sent begins to radiate from her, warm and sweet. Though, there is a touch of sadness in her eyes. Silently she taps her throat, and clicks away.

'Without verbal incantations to insulate the casters mind, anyone attempting a spell would likely die from the backlash.'

Slipping in to your side, she presses herself to you. This close you can just see the outline of her silver necklaces witha teardrop black jem.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-10 16:12:35 +0000 UTC]

I smile at her openness with me. She had begun to share more of herself after our last adventure. I shuddered inwardly because of the nightmares that came to me from time to time...of having lost her in that wretched jungle.

I kneel again and gather her into my arms. "I wish to hold you for a moment, in order to chase away my foul dreams, to feel you here, physically present. To make sure you are real and not a creation of my imagination." As I hold her, I brush my paws against her soft sable, aware there were times sharp claws threatened to tear her perfect skin asunder. I gaze into the warmth of her eyes, mesmerized by the deep amber, not unlike the ones we had found in the mines back on the island.

"Funny that you should mention Technomages because I was going to ask for your help with interviewing a few new recruits who I precisely hired with those skills. I am aware of how magic and science are closely related," as I run a digit softly against her cheek, "and I decided it was time I explored this avenue, most especially since I met someone as fascinating as you."

I then hold my paws up to the side of her throat. "If you will permit me to examine your neck? I have something in mind but I need to know if you have vocal chords or not. If you do, what I carry in my pocket will please you. If not, I'll need my staff to check out another avenue."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-10 18:23:44 +0000 UTC]

Wrapped in your arms, you catch a glimpse of something new cross Sirse's face, an expression so fast that by the time your mind acnoladges it, it has vanished. Little hands move over to embrace your figure, running over you, and lingering on your forearm. The message subtle, but there. You have them too.

The tender moment lingers broken softly by your mention of recruiting. Hesitantly, she picks at her watch,

'I know enough of technology, I may be able to assist you in selecting a candidate.' At the mention of further exploration, a slight blush creeps into her cheeks. Though she had not intended it to happen, she trys to conceal the joy from her face.

At your sudden touch to her throat Sirse tenses, as though you have just threatened her life. Fingers this close you can feel her pulse qickin as that fear creeps into her eyes.

It takes her several breaths to relax, but she forces herself to, permitting your massive hands to examine her neck.

'I...'

'I do not...'

Her voice very quiet in your ear, and suddenly very sad. A quick glance down reveals those bright hazel eyes are full of tears.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-10 22:47:42 +0000 UTC]

I gently wrap the suddenly fragile creature into me, cradling her form against my chest, ashamed that I had caused her to cry. "My apologies, mon petit cheri. It was not my intention to fill you with sadness." I rumble softly into her ear. I allow her to let her tears fall onto my chest, to let the frustrations out, providing a release of repressed emotions. We stayed like that for a while, she on my lap while I sat on the sand embracing her into a cocoon of protection.

After she had recovered, she shyly smiled and tapped a few words into my ear. "I'm usually not this emotional."

I give her a gentle smile, shaking my head. "We all have our vulnerable moments. I'm usually the emotional wreck as I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. Thank you for showing me yours." I say as I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. I reached into my pocket and produced a small black choker lined with sparkling jewels. "I was hoping that my new gadget would have helped you with your desire to practice technomagic. It was meant to pick up the vibrations from your vocal chords and translate it into speech using any device such as your watch, your phone, tablet or even to my earpiece. For now, it is but a mere trinket and I am loathe to give it to you because of the grief it may cause you."

"However, never fear! I am not easily dissuaded. I will make sure you will have a chance to practice technomagic. Anything that I can do to make you happy, if it is within my power, I definitely will make it my goal. You have my word on that! For now, let me get you to our private cabana where you can get out of the sun." I picked up my companion bridal style and carried into the tent where I had previously arranged for some chilled white wine, fresh fruits and chicken masala for our repast. I gently placed her on the sheet covered massage table sitting up. I take a stemmed white wine glass and pour a moderate amount into it. I pass it over to my companion and I lift my own to hers, clinking it. "Cheers! To happier times and may your frowns always be upside down!" I smirk.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-11 00:08:28 +0000 UTC]

Giving her head a little shake Sirse wipes her eyes, and takes a sip, examines the glasses contents and takes another tentative swallow. Tapping on her wrist her usual happy demeanor begins to creep back into her voice. 'You are terrible with puns.'

Looking around the cabana she smiles, the warmth returning to her features. 'So this is your romantic retreat?' She runs a casual hand over the massage table, fingers working their way through the soft fabric, and adds.

'I'm sorry for what happened on the beach, you took me by surprise.' She hesitates, as though weighing how much she can safely say. 'There was an accident.' 

With a tilt of her head to better expose her neck, she brushes the fur back across the skin, a thin scar runs at a sloping angle down her throat. As she moves the fur, and rotates her head, the length of the scar becomes horrifyingly apparent. Whatever left it there, had opened her neck clear across the jugular, from side to side. With a final shake of her head, settling the fur back in place, she looks back up at you conveying with those huge eyes. And now you know. Without saying a word.

Those huge eyes, fix on yours, as her hands move across to take yours, as she picks away at her watch.

'I apologies for not being able to use your gift.' Her little shoulders slump a bit. 'It is quite pretty, but there are things you... It is...' Her shoulders slump further. 'It is not possible for me to become a technomage.'

The corners of her lips crease down, as though she is trying to figure out how to best explain something that is difficult to put into words. Little fingers tensing, she takes another sip of wine. With delicate care she punches in her next few words.

'I would have to show you.' 

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-11 14:39:20 +0000 UTC]

Wiping away a few tears from my eyes, I try to regain my composure. It would not do to be an emotional mess in front of her. I sensed her reluctance to share and did not press. Clearing my throat to gain some time, I straighten up but did not release her from my embrace as she did not seem to object to the physical contact. Smiling warmly, I say, "I'll be happy to, mon petit cheri. And if it piques your interest, I'd gladly put you in charge of the program...if you're willing and your employer does not object. But I am being selfish here...today is not about me. I promised I'd be your servant for today plus a soothing massage as well. Business can wait, time is precious and I wish to savour these moments with you before the world comes rushing in. First order of business," as I release her and turn to a nearby control pad, "is to put us into privacy mode."

if if anyone had been outside, observing the tent, they would have seen a slight shimmering then the tent disappearing from sight as the camouflage mode engaged. The electronic barrier, disguised as four tiki torches seemingly randomly placed around the area activated, which would give any uninvited mammal a nasty shock and time to alert us if they attempted to breach the invisible cordoned strip of beach.

"Second, I was reminded that alcohol is not one you imbibe in quite often, so to counter any ill-effects," I say turning to gather a plate to scoop some chicken masala onto it along with some naan bread, "we need to get some food into you. I hope you find this to your liking." I ask as I pass the plate to her. She takes the plate from me and then looks around for utensils. Finding none, she turns to me in annoyance, a paw on her hip as if to say, And how do you expect me to eat this without a fork or spoon?

I chuckle at her look. "Have you forgotten our time on the island? We ate with our paws remember? To be honest, I found it quite...sensual. Plus the fact you deliberately teased me by licking the remnants from your paw in order to clean it. So...primordial!" I smirk. "This time, since I'm your servant for today, I wouldn't mind cleaning up your paw for you," I tease, waggling my eyebrows at her in jest. 

I pull up up a small stool so that I am sitting in front of her. "And third, while you're eating, allow me to give you a hind paw massage. Just let me know if I'm tickling you." I reach for a dainty paw and slowly start to knead the muscles and the sole, gently pressing on the various nerve endings on her pads, marvelling at how adorable her toes wiggle as I apply pressure.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-11 22:42:42 +0000 UTC]

Though unable to verbally convey her pleasure, Sirse's body visibly relaxes as you begin to work on delicate pads. So carefully kept, despite her lack of footwear, that adds another mystery to her layered persona. The park, had it been that long, the memory was, hazy, somehow, she would have to investigate that further, but at a later time.

For now, she contented herself with a tiny bight of the chicken masala, savoring the flavors as she let her tongue explore it fully. Picking at the Naan bread, she used the flower to balance the potency of the chicken, it made an repellent neutral medium, and washed it down with a sip of white wine. It was something she had been taught long ago, savor the first bight, to the fullest, there was no need for haste, that would ruin the meal.

A shudder of pleasure rolled up from her toes, arcing up through her spine, and almost causing her to drop her plate. Smiling, she hope he had not seen her sudden loss of grace, and reformed her grip on the plate. For a creature with such large hands, he could use them so deftly. For a moment she let her eyes slip closed to better experience the moment, strong fingers pressing into the sensitive arch of her pad and gradually working out to caress each toe. Absently her mind played with the question of how good it would feel to have those hands run over her body.

With a start her eyes came open, she could feel the tendrils of her desire manifesting themselves, reaching out through the glamor to touch him. Invisible to those without the Sight, he may not be able to see them, but he would feel their, her, longing for him. Warmth rippled through her, and it took an effort of will to slowly recede her passions to a warm glow around her.

Leaning forwards she smiled, taking a piece of the chicken between her delicate fingers and held it out, hoping he would do as she though he would.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-11 23:42:51 +0000 UTC]

Grinning fiercely at the food she offered, I gently took the piece but sneakily licked at the paw that held the morsel without letting up the pressure I was applying on her paw pads. I sensed the warmth of her power flowing out of her into my paws and travel throughout my being, wrapping me up in the pleasure she was feeling. A sort of feedback loop, I mused. Then her scent had shifted to a sweet tangy odour that reminded me of the citrus groves of my youth. It was fresh and invigorating. I tried not to show my excitement given that my nose was level to the source of it. I shifted slightly to give myself a little relief given the effect she was having on me. I look into her hazel eyes and I see she noticed my movement. A small sly smile appears on her face giving me a smug half-lidded look. "You will definitely be the death of me, my dear." I smirk as I playfully huff a gust of my breath at her face. I take a few drops of lotion and finish of the paw massage by applying it to her pads to moisturize it. "That's done. Now, of you've finished your meal, I'd like you to lie face down on the table so that I can start on the full body massage."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-12 00:14:54 +0000 UTC]

If any creature could make the act of lying on a table a seduction, it was Sirse. Slowly drawing her legs under her, she arched her shoulders back exposing her thin neck, in a casual grace of someone who is just stretching. With that same grace, she let her hands move down her body, slowly accentuating her small curves.

As her hands near her hips, her thumbs hook the sides of her bathing suit and begin to work the edges down over her slender frame. Rolling with the motion to conceal herself, she pressed herself to the table, back to the canopy, her fluffy tail moving enough to hide, shift, tease, and conceal again as she lets her legs slip out of the fabric.

Delicate hands move up, to clasp the knot holding her bikini in place, and with a gentle sway of her body, she frees her small breasts. With a final stretch, spreading her arms before her, Sirse tensed her body, extenuating her tiny frame, and settles onto the table, the ghost of a smile playing over her face.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-12 02:27:25 +0000 UTC]

With the display she was putting on for me, I was mesmerized like a mouse before a cobra waiting to strike. And she was definitely one very sexy and sensual mammal. I knew if I didn't do something right away, I'd be unable to perform my masseuse duties and I might act in an inappropriate manner. I quickly grab the ice bucket where the wine bottle was stored and pour the contents over my head minus the bottle, soaking myself in ice-cold water. Having dealt with the arousal she had elicited from my very willing body, I quickly step out to shake the excess water from my coat, not wanting to spray the little vixen. I then step back in to see her doubled up in laughter, not bothering to cover herself again. I smile impishly and grab one of the towels from the pile and quickly wrap her into one, not unlike a burrito, pinning her arms to her side. Grinning like a hyena, I stare at my helpless female companion as she herself grinned like a banshee back at me, her eyes blazing with fire and passion. I slowly lower my lips to her...and kiss her nose. I then release her and boop her nose with my claw. "I promised I would behave like a gentlemammal though you sorely push me to my limits, I will not take unfair advantage of you.  Now," as I raise the sheet and pat the massage table with my paw, "get your sexy, perky, naked little rear under the sheet so I can start the massage."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-12 15:49:11 +0000 UTC]

Tail slowly flicking back and forth, she stretches herself out over the table, rolling with the motion just slowly enough to reveal the corner of a breast.

With a sigh of relaxing muscles her for settles onto the table, hazel eyes smolder up at you through half lidded eyes.

Nude, save for her tail that has moved to conceal her lower half, her size becomes striking clear. So, small, even for a fox.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-13 01:22:33 +0000 UTC]

Rolling my eyes at the way my little temptress was behaving, I cover her lower half with the sheet and pour some lotion onto my paws. I put on some relaxation music on low volume. I begin with her shoulders, looking for the stress points and knotted muscles. There were many that I found, proof that she was perpetually on edge. I work my big paws over her shoulders then start to run both thumb digits down her spine and outwards, again looking for the tightness in her body. My goal was to reduce the lactic acid buildup that was surely there given how stressful her work was. I repeat the process and reverse the motion of my paws to again grasp her shoulders and firmly squeeze them, pressing away the tenseness that I found. After about five minutes of this, I then start on her lower back just above her tail. I run my digits and press just hard enough to feel the kinks popping under my ministrations. Though she is unable to make any noise, I hear her claw scraping at the sheet as both pain and pleasure mix into one. I concentrate on her lower back because although we were evolved mammals, our bodies were primarily designed to walk on four legs. Now that we were bipedal and walking upright, gravity tended to put more demand on the lower back, all the more if one sat more than eight hours a day and tended to be inactive. In Sirse's case, her line of work was both dangerous and stressful which in return reflected on how her body attempted to absorb the punishment. After several minutes of my treatment on her lower back, she was pounding her small fist onto the massage table in her attempt to convey the pain she was feeling. I then quickly rub my paws together, generating heat via friction and placed my now warm paws on the areas of her back. I do this several times, each time running my paws up from the small of her back, up her spine and then along her arms, pushing out the bad energy that had built up over the years. I then cover her again with the sheet and fill a glass with ice water, a slice of lemon and place a straw in it. I move to the front of the table where I crouch before her so that I can see her face through the face cushion. Her eyes are closed, her features are relaxed, and a small smile plays on her face. I smile at this as this means I had been able to help her. I gently whisper into her ear, "Sirse...mon petit cheri...are you awake?"

Eyelids flutter open, she smiles and I fall again under her spell as I gaze into amber liquid pools. I lift the glass I hold and place the straw into her mouth. "Drink," I urge her knowing from experience she would be dehydrated from the exertion. She thirstily obeys, closing her eyes again, savouring the cold liquid as it refreshes her parched throat. When she finishes, she releases the straw from her mouth and settles back with a happy sigh. Her face, however, froze in fear when she heard my next words.

"That was only one-fourth of the treatment, my dear. I still have to do your lower extremities then your front as well."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-13 18:59:06 +0000 UTC]

The cool water was heavily as it slid down her throat. Warmth was spreading down her back, from where the knots had resided.

There was still pain from where gruff hands had worked at the knots in her back, but the tension that had been there was washed out now, a shadow of its former self.

Silently she wished he had worked the muscles just above her tail a little more, as when his hands found her spine she had shuddered with pleasure.

Only a quarter of the way? Hesitantly she mulled that over, then, let her fears subside. Smiling, she wondered how he intended to handle the forefront of her body, and the urge to antagonize him returned.

Giving her best innocent look, Sirse laid back down, letting her tail gently brush your side. And giving you a brief but tactful view for the briefest second.

For the first time in a long while, Sirse felt herself relaxing on a new level.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-13 20:12:58 +0000 UTC]

The slight brush of her tail against me was all the answer I needed. I stood up and returned to move up the sheet that formerly covered her lower body. I took in the sight of her perky little tush topped by her luxurious long tail. Her body was perfect. And I planned to give it the attention it needed.

Placing more lotion on my paws, I gripped both of her lower cheeks and squeezed gently with my thumbs, rotating them in a circular motion, massaging the firm muscles underneath. I paid special attention to her gluteus maximus as that was where most of the larger muscles were. I then moved down her thighs and I was surprised to find the amount of muscle there. If I didn't know any better, she has the legs of a brawler...or a fighter. I wonder how many battles she's fought. And, if I can't see any scars or markings on her, I wonder what her opponent looked like afterwards? Saving the questions for another time, I move down to an area where many mammals, including myself, take for granted: her calves. I could feel the tightness and I called out to warn her: "This will be painful. Bear with me for a while but I assure you in the end, you'll feel much better. Tap my thigh if you can't take the pain." I start pressing my digits into the sides of her calf to break up the lactic acid build up and the many knots that I could feel. Underneath my skilled paws, they felt like tiny sheets of bubble wrap that as you pressed them, they started to pop. Her calf muscles were no different. I concentrated on her lower extremities for a good ten minutes but avoiding her tail as I was reserving that for the last. I marvelled at the toughness of my vixen because even though I could see her shoulders tense as I worked her calf muscles, she refused to tap my thigh to indicate she couldn't handle the pain. I smile at her bravado.

As I finish working her calves, I return to squeezing her shoulders to relieve the stress brought about by her flinching. I then daringly plant a kiss in the middle of her back. I see her shiver in pleasure and her tail start to wag. The scent of citrus spiked in the cabana. I was sure she knew I knew. I smile and start to place more kisses on her back, slowly moving upwards till my head was next to hers and I whispered breathily, "please turn over my dear so that I can now do your front."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-14 02:44:37 +0000 UTC]

With a simple, get graceful motion, Sirse began to roll her body. Starting at her shoulders she began a slow arch that drew her back from the table, her slender form accented in the act. Continuing the roll she let the twist move down her body, pivoting at hips to complete the roll. Little hands moved upwards to cup her breasts, as her tail curled inwards to conceal herself below the waist, as it came to rest over her body like a soft pillow.

Smiling, Sirse took the end of her tail and fluffed it under her chin. And with delicate hands worked her body into a relaxed position. Warm eyes watch your face, seemingly to study it, drink in each and every feature. Even without words, her eyes were inviting, the subtle twist to her body, her fingers beckoning you downwards to her as a simple warmth and scented fragrance wafted around her.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-14 04:07:09 +0000 UTC]

She never failed to affect me in such a manner. Giving me that 'come-hither' look as she beckoned me to come closer, I knowingly take the step off the end of the high diving board as I plunge into the gaze of her hazel eyes. Her scent is intoxicating as my mind begins to cloud. I place both paws on either side of her and slowly snuffle my way to her, breathing in her fragrance, quickly exhaling it only to suck it into my lungs again. I sniff her beginning from her belly and slowly make my way up, past he pert little breast, giving the valley in between a small lick and continue the nape of her neck where I breathe in her sweet lavender odour.  I then lean in and touch my muzzle to hers, slowly rotating mine so that our lips touch, softly. Once. Twice. Thrice. On the fourth, I no longer retreat and linger there much longer, extending the contact, applying a little more pressure with my tongue. Then, I begin to feel a warmth course through me, enveloping me. This must be her power, her life force, her chi. I surmise. It makes my every nerve ending tingle, allowing me to hear and feel the very blood in my veins pump through my enormous body, filling me with passion and lust for the little vixen underneath me, enticing me to rut with her. Then, my eyes fly open and I pull back in suddenly in alarm, startling her and at the same time seeing a fleeting look of annoyance cross her face.

"Apologies, my dear," as I try to slow my racing heartbeat and gasp for breath. "I was...about to lose control and..." as I blush, "we have not really talked about our 'size' difference. I...care for you...a lot. And I don't want to hurt you. But given my feelings for you and the primal urges I am feeling, I may just do that." I sighed, hanging my head in shame.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-15 08:59:34 +0000 UTC]

That brief flare of irritation fades quickly, replaced with one of mixed feelings salted with regret.

Regret, rejection, and guilt, she had expected a reaction to her invitation, but not like this. Had she pushed him to far, to fast?

Closing her eyes, she could feel the fire within her burning wildly. Hungy, and full of desire.

A deep breath, then another, and one after that. Slowly, the fires receded, to something more of a controlled blaze. Looking at him, it had not occurred to her how much she wanted him to slip, to let loose his primal side.

Or, that doing so may scare him, that he was worried of harming her.

Guilt crept over her as she watched his head hang. Lifting herself from the table, she reaches over to grasp your paw.

With her free hand she clicked away.

'I am sorry.'

With a reassuring squeeze she tried to convey her regret. The last part of his statement still hung in her mind, there was a size difference between them. One she did not know how to handle, or even if she could.

Pushing these thoughts aside, she pulled herself up, pressing her body to his, and kissed him.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-15 14:50:20 +0000 UTC]

I hug my companion gently and return her kiss, still with fervor, but no longer with the burning desire that had consumed me previously. I savour her taste like a wine connoisseur savours an exquisite brand. My paws roam her body, this time to squeeze and tickle playfully, unlike previously where they were about to violate her. I did not want that for her.

I break the kiss so that I may stare into her eyes. Ah, how easy it would be for me to lose myself forever in her gaze, I think to myself. Aware that my female companion has nothing on but the fur she was born with, I give her a towel so that she may cover herself.

"I would like nothing better to do than stare at your exquisite body and let my paws explore every nook and cranny of it...but my mother would be appalled at my behaviour if I did not act like the gentlemammal she raised me to be." I wink at her.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I should have been prepared for your power especially after releasing the blocks you had deliberately put up to protect me. My massage relaxed you to the point that your energy flowed freely and washed over me like a giant wave crashing upon a lonely sandcastle on a secluded beach. I am not afraid of you but I must respect the strength of your abilities."

"And I suspect if we ever find a way to copulate safely, I am aware that the energy may consume me...literally. Are my assumptions correct, so far?" I inquire of her.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-15 19:00:42 +0000 UTC]

Listening, Sirse's head drops, unable to look you in the eyes. Pressed against you she clicks out her message.

'It would not consume you, not in the manner you think.' Still unable to raise her head, she adds. 'But it is dangerous. And, addictive.'

Slowly she raises her eyes to meet yours, deep eyes, sudden full of restrained longing.

'If we were to join, I, would make...let you...I, you would feel things. Experience sensations you only dreamed of, all your desires, wants, what drives you I could grant. I could show you so much that you would weep with joy, and never want our joining to end.'

Sirse drew in a ragged breath, the warmth hums around her, almost glowing in manifestation.

'Now imagine what it would be like if someone takes that away from you.' Her face sad. 'Most choose to end their lives, others go mad with grief, and some, some go hunting and never stop, consumed by their hunger. They become horrible monsters.'

Pulling herself very close to you, she buries her face into your chest, the towel almost slipping, and hugs you in her tiny arms.

'I want you.'

Even through your fur you can feel her body shake, as though she has just admitted a terrible truth.

'I would be lying to say otherwise. I want to be with you, around you, feel your warmth, smell your fur, look into your eyes...'

Her words trail off, and she holds onto your form. Small hands digging into your fur.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-16 03:07:40 +0000 UTC]

I gather her into my arms. "You've just described how I felt when I was newly married...and how I feel now with her gone. Be not afraid little one. That is only what true love feels like. I have experienced it and yes, it does make you go mad...madly in love. We become monsters when jealousy enters into the relationship and is not dealt with properly."

"You have made me happy, just by your very words. My life has been rather empty and joy has been sparse. You have brought light into my life. You have become my centre of being, my reason for waking up each morning. And I am not afraid to love, because if I were, I would not be alive."

"Do you remember our first date?" I ask her. "I showed you the Dampening Stone bracelet my team had created? What if I were to tell you that I've found stone, very common and abundant, that acts as the Yin to your Yang? It doesn't dampen, but rather complements your power, allowing the wearer - with certain technological modifications built into it - to ride out the fury of your power."

"We might be able to make it work? Would you be willing to risk it with me? I would, for you, you know that?"

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-16 13:34:40 +0000 UTC]

Pressed against you, Sirse calms herself, letting the wave of emotions slowly ebb and retreat. With her barriers down it took an effort of will, her desire for the bear next to her, the urge to fully unleash her powers over him, to take him as her own, this was the most difficult to beat down. Her regrets, and doubts were next, what woulds, and what could happen to him, to her, if anyone found out.

The wayward energy coursing around her slowly subsided, drawing it back into a controlled state of being, she blew out a breath into his chest. A wave o emotional relief moved with her exhale, and she wondered if he was beginning to feel her moods this close to her?

Tapping her watch she clicked out her next message: 'I remember. I remember thinking that if you had shown that at a fey court gathering that you would have caused an uproar, and how such a though made me want to laugh.'

At the mention of a dampening stone, Sirse pushes away from you, so she can look up directly into your eyes. A sudden shock and seriousness is there, her hand flying over her wrist 'You found a fragment of the Dampening stone? How is that possible?'

With deliberate care, she pulls at the fur around her neck, revealing the silver chain with the teardrop stone attached to it. 

In your ear, Sirse's voice is a hallowed whisper: 'That stone you have found, it is an artifact of great power, sometimes refereed to as the Black Diamond, the Neutralizer, or the Dampener. Before it was shattered, the gem had the power to negate All magical power around it. All magic.'

Looking up at you she considered your last words carefully, never taking her eyes off yours.

'I am willing.'

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-16 16:10:56 +0000 UTC]

I chuckle at her. "Nothing as earth-shattering as finding the Holy Grail, mon petit cheri. I have merely researched on crystals and their various powers. For example, there is Rose Quartz, known as the "Stone of Love". Rose Quartz soothes, comforts & reassures, bringing about deep inner healing. It gently removes negativity & attracts the energy of love bringing peacefulness & calm to relationships. Then I combined it with Moonstone, a “stone of changes & wishes”. It helps to clear obstacles on the path of destiny. It also supports well-being & enhances awareness of body rhythms allowing for a better balance of the body's natural energy. There are more examples but you get what I mean."

I reach underneath the massage table to bring out a small wooden box the size of a cigar humidifier. I opened it and several pendants with various stones lay on a velvet cushion.

"I took the liberty of bringing some of the stones the new Technomages designed according to my specs. They told me that in order for these to work, they need to be activated by another who has the power to do so. I was wondering if you would do the honours?"

As Sirse hesitantly reaches out a paw to caress the precious gems, I immediately close the box before her paw can reach for them. A look of irritation crosses her face as if to say, "WTF?"

I embarrassingly grin an apology. "My bad, cheri. I forgot to mention there is one caveat when it comes to these gems. These are near-perfect flawless stones of which legend says has the power to drain the magic from the wielder the more it is used. Since they are flawless, their ability to absorb is almost limitless. The implication here is that the more that we use it for lovemaking, the closer you will be to becoming a normal mammal and you will lose your Changeling status forever. I cannot ask that from you. But know this. I will love you no matter what you decide."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-05-16 21:22:43 +0000 UTC]

For the briefest second Sirse’s expression of shock plays over her face. Turbulent feelings welled up within her, tearing at her again and again. She could feel her heart picking up, dangerously fast, as she looked at the box.

He means well, please let him mean well. The idea of having the magic drained from her, the very energy that was responsible for life, creation, growth, suddenly being drawn out of her filled her with an unspeakable horror. She had seen something similar, experienced something like this once before, but in a much more brutal fashion. Five stones had been used, one on each wrist, each ankle, and her neck. Closing her eyes, she buried the memory, that was long ago. And the creature responsible was now dead.

Suddenly she felt very cold, even under the warming sun reflected in the canopy above.

Raising her shaking wrist, Srise fumbled, but managed to reply: ‘I, please – do not make me choose this. Not here. Not now.’

Eyes rimming, she fought back the tears with fiery determination, as she looked up into your eyes.

‘Please, do not take this as a rejection – I, I never explained to you…my history. What I am, and why if I take this, it…will force my hand.’

There was so much to try and tell him, how, were to begin, so much history. Did he not know what happened to most changelings who chose to embrace their mortal heritage? Of course not, let alone her circumstances, her employer had made that clear to tell anyone would be disastrously fatal.

Yet…here he was, confessing his love for her. Unbidden a saying her employer loved to quote came to mind: ‘The things we love the most, always destroy us in the end.’ Shaking she tried to shed the thought.

Head low, she punched in her next words knowing that she may be setting off on a path of destruction.

‘Gus…I need to tell you about my history, about who I am. I…I hope you will understand.’

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-05-16 22:00:53 +0000 UTC]

I reach out a digit to caress her cheek, to still her trembling. "Shhhh...relax little one. Do you not trust me? You know I would never hurt you, yes? Why do you think I take such precautions whenever I bring in something regarding magic to you? And fear not," as I place a digit under her chin, to lift her face so that I can gaze into her eyes, "I have accepted you as you are, no matter what the consequences may be. Remember, I am no spring chicken and I have seen, heard and experienced many things that normal mammals would faint just at the thought of. Don't you think my declaration of love has taken into effect that you are a Changeling, an immortal, who may even outlive me?"

"If anything, I am the selfish one because if we were to love one another, I would ultimately pass away and you would be left with only memories of me. Yet, I cannot imagine the rest of my life without you. I will willingly listen to what you have to tell me but I want to assure you, I will not run away. I am here to stay."

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