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Published: 2017-08-31 12:48:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 1051; Favourites: 43; Downloads: 0
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A Commission forSirse really wanted a sandwich of her own.
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"AH!! Not the triple pumpkin caramel latte!! I can't bear to be outfoxed like this!!"
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"You have any idea how much Star-Buck charges for a small one?!"
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'...' '...' '...' gives eyes.
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"Dang it! I can't stay mad at ya!"
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Poor sweetie. 👍: 0 ⏩: 0
And that was how moving in works. Espeshaly if your significant other is a fox.
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Wait... where are her clothes...
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Gus is to busy trying to pry the nude fox from his face to notice.
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Alex helps remove her gently. Sirse frowns, wanting to go back to hugging Gus's face.
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Is this why she didn't need a private security?
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That too. She is very competent in her own right.
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O.O not the coffee! Nooooooooo
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No coffee and attacked by a squirrel.
It was a good day till then........but that's training!
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Lol, don't let Sirse here that - she is a fox you see.
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Send my apologies!!!
I prostrate myself in penance.😊
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Lol, I am sure Sirse will accept your apology, being only mortal and knowing how to properly apologies to one of Fey blood line helps a lot.
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NOOO! NOT THE COFFEE!
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I noticed that Sirse was becoming a little more...fierce? Feisty? Demanding? All of the above? It had all started when CS finally allowed her to live in with me. I did find out that there was a condition attached to that. She was to train me in the ways of becoming a Vanguard. The same way he had trained her. Although, I did not think it involved leaping at your opponent while completely naked.
"Sirse!" I glared at her as I recovered from her attack which was slightly difficult as I was becoming cross-eyed from my viewpoint as she had latched her fangs and claws into my muzzle and wrapped her legs around my neck. Also, my back hurt after being forced backwards on the floor. "I thought we agreed that you'd stop attacking me at the front door!"
She merely smirked at me and without releasing her grip on my muzzle with her fangs, she signed to me, "You agreed...I never said yes. Besides, you're late...again!" Signing the last word with a flourish as she resumed digging her claws again for added emphasis, all the while attempting to choke me with her strong legs which was a bit difficult given my neck girth. I could, however, feel her strength as her muscles gripped me while my paws unconsciously caressed her legs.
Grumbling under my breath, I made to get up until I smelled the scent she was giving off. This was a new one. One that was almost similar to the one she gave off when she and I were making love or when I had taken her dancing till we almost dropped from exhaustion. But this was sharper. Stronger. Piercing, even. Then, I recalled that for foxes, the approach of winter made them go into-
"Are you in heat?" I asked, stunned.
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Sirse’s jaws, still latched onto your muzzle faltered for a moment clearly a little taken aback by the straightforwardness of your question. Recovering a second later a mad fire blazed in her hazel eyes, and for a terrible second something primal looks back at you, primal and hungry. Claws let go of your neck and in a snarling rage Sirse begins to attack your jacket trying to rip it off your body.
Buttons go flying everywhere bouncing down the sidewalk up to the house, while others go flying into the grass never to be seen again. Letting out a cry of frustration Sirse buries her face into your chest fur drawing in a deep breath then pivoting on the spot charges down your prone figure and taking your belt in her jaws snaps it clean through. Claws out in a manner that would cause any male to cringed in fear of his manhood being lost to a raptor, Sirse suddenly was airborne as a well-placed paw saves your pants from annulation.
Spinning through the air, Sirse’s nude form landed on all fours snarling, her hazel eyes ablaze. Then breathing deeply, the fire fades and her expression melts to one of shock and horror.
‘In heat…’ A voice echoes in your head.
Then turning on the spot Sirse flees into the house, scampering up the stairs in a blind panic she trips and falls several times before making it to the top. There out of sight a door slams and the distinct sound of a door lock clicking echoes through the house.
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I stared after her. "What have I done?" I thought in horror. I had not only made her very angry but I had embarrassed her because I had engaged my mouth before my brain had kicked in. I knew I had to make it up to her and had to apologize, before the damage I had done festered. A gentlemammal did not talk about a female's estrus cycle, much less blurt it out in public for the whole world to hear. I quickly gathered the remnants of my shredded clothing and changed into fresh clothes. Next, I prepared some spaghetti bolognese with large turkey meatballs and warmed olive bread with butter balls on the side. I picked out a young, fragrant and fruity Merlot wine to go with the meal. Next, I programmed the computer to pipe in some soft jazz music throughout the house while I got my acoustic guitar and slowly tuned it to the song I had in mind. I gathered everything along with the special package I retrieved from the car onto a dinner trolley and quietly wheeled it to the room she had locked herself in. I knew I could have had the House Master Computer unlock it for me but I needed to respect her boundaries.
I sat in front of the door and as I began to strum my guitar, I crooned to her my apology song from the well-known artist, Bryan Adams:
It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
It's getting better baby
No one can better this
Still holding on
You're still the one
First time our eyes met
Same feeling I get
Only feels much stronger
I want to love you longer
Do you still turn the fire on?
So if you're feeling lonely, don't
You're the only one I'll ever want
I only want to make it good
So if I love you, a little more than I should
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We're still getting closer baby
Can't get closer enough
Still holding on
You're still number one
I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves
I remember you yeah
I remember the nights, you know I still do
So if you're feeling lonely, don't
You're the only one I'll ever want
I only want to make it good
So if I love you a little more than I should
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
The one thing I'm sure of
Is the way we make love
The one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm praying
That's why I'm saying,
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Babe believe it, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, if I can't stop loving you
No, believe me, I don't know what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
I can't stop, loving you
After I finished my song, I gently knocked on her door. "Sirse, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said at the doorway. Please...let me in."
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On the other side of the door, Sirse sat, her head clutched in her hands with her back to the door. How has she not seeing it coming on? Had she become so lax, so relaxed around Gus that she had neglected to watch even her cycle. Her employer had been of no help either, upon the first sign of her mood beginning to flare, he had always sent her to a remotely primal planet and told her to bring back several trophies, and not to return until her blood lust had been satisfied.
But there were not forest to hunt in here, no wild beasts to stalk and fest upon, nothing to stop the pain that was searing through her body, making her want to curl up into a ball and scream until her throat was raw. Banging her head against the wooden door, she cursed not being more careful – she, there were medications, remedies that aided in her time of passing, but these all existed back at the office where her employer had established his residence. They may as well have been on the mood for all the good they would do –
A sound caught her attention, breaking through the destructive cycle of thoughts raging through her head. Slowly the words came into focus, and she listed to the sad song, let it radiate through her. Eyes shut closed she could still see Gus’s horrified face as she had torn into him, tears threatening to drown her, she balled her hands into her eyes. It has all gone wrong.
Half listening, she tied to collect herself, he should not see her like this. She could tell her fur must be a mess, and, and… she tried not to think about the rest of her body.
The sound of a soft rap on the door, confirmed her growing dread.
‘Sirse, …Please… let me in?’
Hand shaking Sirse looked up at the lock on the door. Her only defense between her and reality. Very slowly, she reached up and clicked the lock. Waiting for the world to come crashing down upon her.
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Gus woke up when he heard the door unlock. He quickly got to his feet and slowly entered. He found his mate sitting on the floor, her tail protectively curled around her, looking at him...afraid. His heart broke again at the sight of her.
"Mon petit cheri," he sighed as he also lay on the floor so that his face was level to hers. "You should not be afraid. I am the one to apologize for being an uncouth mammal. I seek your forgiveness.What you are going through is only natural and I should have expected it as Winter is coming on soon. Mi amor, please be patient with this old bear as sometimes my mouth runs ahead of my brain. Please," as he extended his paw out to her, palms up, forgetting to hide the bloody cuts he had gotten for strumming on the guitar for hours. "What can I do to help? You are my mate. I love you. I am here for you, no matter what. Talk to me please. Don't shut me out."
While he was speaking, he took pains to repeat what he said in sign language. He put extra emphasis on the word 'love' as he signed.
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It was good that Gus repeated himself, or she would have likely not heard the words, as Sirse’s full attention had snapped to the bloody groves on his paws. Half ashamed, half angry, Sirse was a loss of how to react – why? She wanted to scream looking at the blood welling on his paws.
Head shaking, she sprang up, her fury getting the better of her. Her had closed over Gus’s wrist as she wrenched him to his feet, the feeling of guilt and shame all but evaporating at the sight of his hands. Dragging him forwards, and ignoring their obvious height differences Sirse marched him down to the bathroom, the cabinet door exploding off its hinges as she entered to small room. Hands flying so fast the words become a jumble as she grabbed a roll of bandages, and stuck a tube of ointment between her teeth, all while trying to sign in a rage.
‘Men…Your hands…Why?’ Her hand shaking as she undid the coil, the spool slipping from her shaking hands and rolling across the floor. ‘Men! Don’t – you… Your hands!’
The ointment she had been keeping in her mouth explodes as her sharp teeth puncture through the tube, causing her to reel, coughing and sputtering she half staggers over to the toilet to support herself. Her free hand still trying to savagely gesture out words, but due to her choking on the ointment most of what she is trying to say is lost.
‘Hands! – Claw Eyebrows off…Hands – m-ade me do… dead…’
At this point the whole hysteria of the moment becomes too much, and abandoning any attempts to sign, Sirse grasps the sides of the toilet in both hands and begins to wretch uncontrollably. After several undignified purges, Sirse chocked back a gurgled spasm and sank down, crab walking across the floor to the far wall where she planted her back. Driving the palms of her hands into her eye socks her mouth opens in a silent scream of hysteric frustration and guilt.
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Alarmed at the sight of his mate silently screaming out her frustration, he quickly rushed over to her and enveloped her in his arms, crooning softly into her ears, "Hush, mon petit cheri, hush. I'm here for you. Let it out, let it out."
He slowly rocked her back and forth, allowing the warmth of his body to seep into hers, keeping her in a firm embrace but not too tightly to allow her to beat her small paws against his large chest. He had forgotten about his bloody palms as he had been too caught up trying to apologize to her. His main concern was her mental state right now as she was too upset to think clearly. So he kept her close to him as he placed butterfly kisses on her muzzle, trying to calm her down. As he embraced her, he started to croon one of the old love songs his parents had sung to one another.
Como una promesa, eres tú, eres tú.
Como una mañana de verano.
Como una sonrisa, eres tú, eres tú.
Así, así, eres tú.
Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan.
He wasn't sure if it would work but he felt the soft calming melody would help.
And only forever can I say I love you
And only forever have I lost you
But only a dreamer could wake up as I do
And hope it's still yesterday
Touch the wind.
Catch my love as it goes sailing
Touch the wind
And I'll be close to you
As he softly sang into her ear, the words seemed to reach her and she stopped beating his chest. Instead, she made her anger and displeasure known by digging her claws into his arms yet at the same time, she started to respond to the soft kisses by attempting to capture his lips with hers. He brushed her tears away. "Mi amor, are you feeling better now? I'm not used to you going into hysterics. Talk to me, please. I cannot stand the sight of you crying. My heart aches at the very thought of you being sad. What can I do to make you feel better?"
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Very slowly Sirse composed herself, her body still ached as though she had just gone through The Race several times over. Insides cramping, she just wanted to curl up and die somewhere, preferably somewhere quiet and warm if possible. And in her lover’s arms seemed as good a place as any right now. Her cycle had come and gone before, but not like this, not this strong or as painful. Or emotional. A little voice quipped within her head. That was becoming a growing problem too, the longer she spent around Gus the more they seemed to creep up on her. Suppressed feelings that would normally have gotten in the way of her doing her duty now were bubbling up and for once she found herself hard pressed to deal with them.
Not sure how to begin to explain any of this, all the madness that was running around insider her, the fear, the desperation, the need to vent, to escape, it was beyond any words she could explain. Suppressing another scream, she instead signed ‘I could use a hot beverage. Chocolate if you have it, a corn pillow, and a basin of water, hot as you can make it.’ A series of cramps cut short the rest of the list though she hoped he understood and brought a sponge along with the basin, she was going to need it.
Still angry that he had destroyed his hands, and worn his voice to nothing serenading her Sirse found it hard to keep the anger fresh. It just kept fading, every time she tried to grasp onto it, master it as her employer had taught her too.
With a resigned sigh, she motioned to the couch, and let her lover carry here there, where she promptly curled up upon herself, bushy tail wrapped securely around her like a fuzzy shield.
‘We will talk when you come back.’ She signed with one hand.
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I waited a few more minutes but she still had yet to open the door. I was now more worried than ever. She was truly in a foul mood. I tried another song, this time an oldie from a band known as Mocedades, one that I had heard my father serenade my mother many times whenever he had the chance:
Como una promesa, eres tú, eres tú.
Como una mañana de verano.
Como una sonrisa, eres tú, eres tú.
Así, así, eres tú.
Toda mi esperanza, eres tú, eres tú.
Como lluvia fresca en mis manos
Como fuerte brisa, eres tú, eres tú.
Así, así, eres tú.
Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan.
Como mi poema, eres tú, eres tú.
Como una guitarra en la noche,
Todo mi horizonte eres tú, eres tú.
Así, así, eres tú.
Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan.
Eres tú...
As I strummed the intro to the next section, I hoped that this would assuage the anger in my little one. However, I was prepared to sit here all night if I had to, singing to her as many songs as needed. Some wise old mammal had said that 'music soothes the savage beast'. I prayed that he was right.
I woke up this morning and my mind fell away
And looking back sadly from tomorrow
As I heard an echo from the past softly say
Come back, come back, won't you stay?
I wanted to reach you, let you know I still care
And lost in the silence of my sorrow
I put a promise in the wind, on the air, to fly away to you there
Touch the wind.
Catch my love as it goes sailing
Touch the wind and I'll be close to you
I'll be easy to find
On the winds of the morning, I'll come sailing
I'll be easy to find
And, baby, I'll be close to you
And only forever can I say I love you
And only forever have I lost you
But only a dreamer could wake up as I do
And hope it's still yesterday
Touch the wind.
Catch my love as it goes sailing
Touch the wind
And I'll be close to you
I'll be easy to find
On the winds of the morning, I'll come sailing
I'll be easy to find
And, baby, I'll be close to you
Touch the wind...
Again, I gently knocked on the door. "Sirse? Please...come back to me."
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I waited outside the door, my nerves on edge and my heart beating wildly in my chest. "I don't want to lose her!" I screamed internally. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Maybe a third song? After all, Feys always do things in threes. Maybe the third time is the charm as they say." I took a seat on the floor, my back to the door, hoping that she would hear the love I had for her in the words that I sang.
Wise fey say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my paw
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my paw
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
After the song ended, I closed my eyes and rested my head against the door; fearfully whispering her name as I was afraid of not receiving any answer. "Sirse...please..."
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Hours had passed and I had lost my voice after about the fifteenth song. Still I kept strumming my guitar, playing whatever came to mind. By this time, however, I was starting to waiver; exhaustion was starting to creep up on me and I could barely keep my eyes open and was no longer able to feel the guitar strings underneath my paws. Still, she refused to open the door to me and I was losing heart. In a final burst of energy, I feverishly strummed an energetic chorus...only to have a guitar string break. That was the last straw. I roared out in frustration and crushed the instrument between my paws. Collapsing back onto the wall, I closed my eyes as a tear escaped and drifted off to sleep.
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Growling snarling and crashes can be heard down the road still.
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I hope everything's going to be ok
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As you think this, the sound of a chainsaw reving can be heard from inside.
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(Offscript; this is in their house??)
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Thankfully, for if it were out in the streets it would be an issue.
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(Ah ok)
Oh my word! I hope that's the tv...
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Just as the TV, a wide screen goes flying through the window to land on the lawn.. .
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Nope... *gets out of my house and i head over and knocked on their door *
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