[18+] In the world we live in, reality dictates that we will need to make life changing choices, but what happens when a wrong choice is made, leaving love to come looking for you?

Today’s story is “Love” by Vixyy Fox, who has been seriously writing since the turn of the century. Fur Affinity is her home, and you can find a whole gallery of stories there.

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Voice

of

Dog.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf,

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today’s

story

is “Love”

by

Vixyy

Fox, who

has

been

seriously

writing

since

the

turn

of

the

century.

Fur

Affinity

is

her

home,

and

you

can

find

a

whole

gallery

of

stories there.

Read

by

Carrizo,

your

Coyote

in

the Court.

Please

enjoy


“Love”

by

Vixyy

Fox

We

made

love.
That

is

to

say,

not

right

away,

but

I

feel

deep

inside,

we

were

always

destined

to

be

thrown

back

together

like

this.
It

was

the

dead

of

winter,

and

I

was

walking

to

work.

There

was

no

choice

in

walking

as,

pretty

much,

the

entire

city had

shut down.

Bending

a knee to

old

man

winter

when

the

snow

comes

down

as

it

had,

was

a

smart

move.

The

few

people

I

passed

were

bundled

up

enough

that I

couldn’t

even

see

their

faces.

At

most,

where

their

mouth

and

nose

was

located, a

small

cloud

of

vapor

seemed

to

hover.

Being

an

old

farm

boy,

this

sort

of

atmospheric

hoo-ha

hardly

bothered

me.

That

I’d

followed

my

parent’s

example,

and

run

away

to

the

city

to

make

my

living,

made

no

difference.

You

were

taught

early

on

to

dress

properly,

and

then

thumb

your

nose at

the

god

of

such

things;

but

never

curse at

them.

That

advice (thank

you

grandpa)

was

solely

meant

as

a

preventative.

The

gods,’

he

told

me

in

his

growling

voice, ‘Can

be

vindictive.’
I’d

just

left

my

brick

building

apartment,

and

hadn’t

walked

half

a

block

when

I

spotted

her.

That

is

to

say,

I

saw

a

mound

of

snow

with

wolf

like

ears

sticking

out

of

it.

Where a

snout and

nose

should

have

been,

appeared

only

a

dark

spot. It

might

have

been

just

a

lump

of

coal

as

if

the

mound

was

a

child’s snowman;

but

my

eyes

caught

a

very

small

vapor

trail.

Uttering

a

curse

towards

stupid

people (not

the

god

of

winter)

for mistreating

animals,

I

shifted

my

briefcase

to

the

left,

and

crossed

to

the

pile

of

snow.

There,

I

gently

brushed

the

whiteness

away

to

expose

the

animal’s

head.

In

doing

this,

I

found

myself

looking

down

upon

a

wolf.

Her

eyes

were

closed,

and

she

was

in

a

deplorable

state.

Tossing

the

briefcase

to

the

sidewalk,

I

began

brushing

with

both

hands.

This

exposed

human like

breasts

covered

in

natural

fur.

These

were

half

hidden

by

a

cardboard

sign

hung

around

her

neck

on

what

appeared

a

power

cord

of

some

sort.

I

instantly

saw

red,

and

looked

up

to

see

who

might

be

watching

this

horrible

joke.
There

was

no

one.
Brushing

further,

I

found

the

sign

to

say, ‘Make

love

to

me.’

Removing

this, I

angrily

threw

it

aside

and

continued

brushing

the

snow

away.

I

could

see

her

ribs,

and

grew

even

more

angry,

if

that

were

possible.

Though

I

took

no

real

notice,

her

feet,

also

covered

in fur as

all

of her

apparently

was,

appeared

more

human like

than

canine.
Standing,

I

looked

down

upon

her,

then

up

again

to

see

if

anyone

was

watching.

Still,

there

was

no

one.
As

I

said,

I’m

an

old

farm

boy,

and

one

of

the

very

first

things

you’re

taught

is

to

help

any

poor

creature

you

find

in

distress.

In

this,

I

heard

my

grandfather’s

voice

telling

me

to

do

what

needed

to

be

done.
Bending

back

down,

I

got

her

over

my

shoulder,

moved

my

right

arm

over

top

to

hold

her

fast,

and

then

snatched

up

the

briefcase

with

my

left.

Her

head

hung

limp,

as

did

her

tail,

and

she

felt

as

light

as

a

feather.

Experience

told

me

she

was

close

to

death,

so

there

was

no

choice

but

to

get

back

to

my

apartment,

and

call

out

sick.

Inside,

I

felt

more

than

an

urge

to

help,

and

I

hurried.
Getting

through

the

door,

I

kicked

it

closed

again

and

lay her

on

the

couch.

Taking

a

moment

to

shuck

out

of

my

winter

gear,

I

checked

to

make

sure

she

was

still

breathing,

and

then

gave

her

a

quick

look-over

for

frost bite…

there

was

none.

Next

was

a

hard

toweling

to

dry her

as

much

as

possible,

and

to

get

her

blood

flowing.

In

this

condition,

anything

else

hardly

made

sense.

Remembering

my

grandfather’s

cold

weather

lessons,

that

skin

to

skin

contact

was

the

best

way

to

quickly

warm

a

cold

body,

I

moved

her

to

the

much

larger

area

of

the

floor.

Pulling

the

comforter

from

the

bed

I

threw

it

over

top

of

her,

shucked

out

of

my

clothes,

and

then

crawled

in

with

her,

holding

her

as

close

as

I

could.
She

felt

like

ice.
I’m

not

quite

sure

what

happened

next.

Wrapping

my

arms

around

her,

I

cuddled

hard,

trying

to

give

her

as

much

of

my

warmth

as

I

could.

My

plan,

that

is

as

much

of

a

plan

as

I had,

was

to

slip her

into

a

warm

bath as

soon

as

she

came

round. I would

then ply her

with

coffee,

scrambled

eggs, and

bacon with

lots

of

toast…

jelly… and…

I

fell

asleep.
My

dreams

were

very

vivid.

She

told

me

her

name

was

Zol,

and

we’d

known

each

other

almost

from

birth.

She

lived

at

the

farm

next

to

my

grandfather’s.

Though

my

parents

were

wary

of

the

family who

lived there,

grandfather

encouraged

me

to

visit.

He

was

old

school,

and

looked

down

upon

modern

technology.

He

understood

the

way

of

the

land,

and

taught

me

things.

His

voice

was

a

part

of

this

dream,

and he

told

me

to

leave

the

city

of

man, and

embrace

the

old

ways

as

I’d

been

taught.
Zol

woke,

and

hugged

me

close.

Now

in

half-dream,

I

could

tell

she

was

not

quite

out

of

the

woods

yet.

Moving

to

each

other

was

almost

instinctive,

and

I

sought

out

the

parts

of

her

that

were

still

like

ice. I

found her scent

to

be

like

an

exotic

perfume. The

more

I

breathed

it in,

the

more

aroused

I

became,

until

the

moment

came

when

we

became

one.
It

was

a

dream.

I

swear

it

was

a

dream…

but

it

was

so

very

pleasant,

feeling

better

than

anything

I’d

ever

experienced.
After

that,

we

slept,

slipping

into

a

deep

sleep

of

struggle

and

change.
Eventually,

I

woke.

Opening

my

eyes,

I

found

only

total

darkness

outside

my

window. The

snow

was

again

blowing.

The

wind

pushing

it

howled

occasionally.

Oddly

enough,

I

found

myself

strangely

moved

by

this

sound,

my

own

howl

forming

in

the

lower

part

of

my

throat,

ready

to

leap

into

the

night.

I

resisted

the

urge,

and

listened

to

the

soft

breathing

beside

me.

She

was

real,

and

still

there.

Pulling

her

close,

I

whispered

her

name.
“Are

you

awake?”

she

whispered

back.
“I

think

so.”
Rubbing

my

head,

I

felt

the

fur,

and

my

now

much

longer

ears.

This

caused

me

to

sigh

in

relief.
“I

was

so

very

worried

about

you,”

she

said

softly,

and

I

could

hear

the

sadness

in

her

voice. “I

tracked

you

for

so

long…

I

knew

you

were

here,

and

I

was

close.”
“I

was

human

wasn’t

I?”
“Yes.”
“You

almost

died.”
“For

you

I

would

accept

that

fate.

Your

grandfather

told

me it

would

be

so.

He

told

me

it

was

serious

this

time,

and

I

should

come

find

you.

He

said,

if

I

did

not

find

you,

you

would

be

lost

forever

like

your

parents.”
This

hurt

me.

Had

I

been

that

self centered?

Did

I

run

away

on

my

own,

or

was

it

something

else?

That’s

when

the ‘else’

found

me

as

the

reality,

and

not

the

dream.

I

became

human,

and

lived

among

people,

taking

on

their

way

of

life.
“What

did

he

tell

you

the

fix

was?”
She

turned

to

face

me

under

that

big

comforter.

Her

hands

found

mine,

and

were

held. “Was

I

wearing

a

sign

when

you

found

me?”
“Yes,”

I

managed,

remembering

how

angry

I

was

upon

seeing

it. “People

are

so

cruel.”
“What

did

it

say?”
“Make

love

to

me.”
Leaning

forward,

she

kissed

me

on

the

nose,

which

was

now

just

like

hers. “I

thought

you would

never

ask,”

she

whispered.
And

so

we

did,

again.
The

following

evening,

we

left

man’s

city,

and

never

looked

back.




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