title: 'Just This Once, Let Me Carry You' aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [MrExilo] id: [48674213] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 1:55:49 凌晨

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Just This Once, Let Me Carry You

Author: MrExilo Source: Just This Once, Let Me Carry You

Xander had told Marie once, her little body couldn’t contain all the emotions she felt. In this moment, she had to admit he was right. Marie was angry. Marie was so angry, in fact, she felt like she might explode in a burst of fuzz, bone and fire. Her body shook. Her teeth were clenched. Her tiny fists were so tightly squeezed she wondered if she would lose her fingernails in her palm.

“For the record,” the rabbit police officer standing before her said. “Just, for the record. Your full name.” The officer pulled out his camera and began to record.

Marie pushed her ears back over her skull and let out an audible sigh. “Marie Laverne Cotton.”

“What happened?” the buck asked.

“Ramone called in sick. Ramone Ramses. He teaches science. Xander was supposed to have today off. Xander Lowe. He usually teaches writing and language, but the principal called him and asked him to come in. So, he did. Because he always does. He’s always there for anyone.” “This isn’t a trial on his character, ma’am,” the buck said.

Marie felt the anger building in the pit of her stomach and the upper portion of her heart. Vaguely, she was aware she had started to shake. “Ramone left us a lesson plan. For three periods, we followed it. In the fourth, Xander…” Marie folded her ears back. “Xander… smelled something I guess, I don’t know. He took a beaker off the burner though, and put his paw on top of the lid so none of the gas could get out. I could… I could smell the skin melting and the fur burning, but he just kept his paw on top of it. He turned to me, and he said to get everyone out of the classroom. He told me to pull the fire alarm when I passed one, but I had to get everyone out of the classroom. He just stood there, holding the beaker, even though it was burning his paw.”

“This Xander was a feral, right? A… uhm… a four-legger?”

“He is a feral, yes.” She sniffled. “I got the class out. I pulled the fire alarm like he said to. The whole school got out. We practice fire drills a lot. Mr. Trudeau, he’s the principal. I saw him and went up to him and I tried to explain what was happening but then…”

She shuddered, recalling the explosion. The panic of the students and the teachers. The painful ringing in her ears. The red and blue flashing lights as the police rolled up to the school. The hands that held her back and kept her from rushing into the smoking remains of the classroom. Whose hands had those been? She couldn’t remember. Had there even been hands, or was she just rooted to the spot in shock? She didn’t remember anything, actually. She didn’t know how she had gotten here.

Marie turned her head. She spotted a pair of police officers. One, a tiger, was scribbling something on a pad of paper. The other, a lama, was spinning a black dog collar around his finger.

“Hey!” Marie screamed. She pushed past the buck and rushed towards the duo of officers. The lama put the dog collar around his long neck. He took out his phone to take a selfie.

“Hey!” Marie screamed again. “What the fuck are you doing?! That’s Xander’s collar! Take it off! Take it the fuck off!”

“Calm down, ma’am,” the tiger said. “We were just doing a sweep of the affected area.”

“So, what, you gather fucking souvenirs?” she screamed, pointing at the black collar worn around the lama’s neck.

“Take that off,” the tiger said, rolling his eyes. “Ma’am, we are hoping to get a fur sample off it for a proper identification. We… uhm… we can’t find a body of the suspect…”

The lama took the collar off, but rather than put it in an evidence bag, he began to swing it around his finger.

“Xander,” Marie said sharply. “Xander Ian Lowe. That’s his name. And he isn’t a suspect, he’s the victim.”

“A four-legger,” the lama practically spat. “How do we know he didn’t load up all the chemicals to make the explosion?”

“And blew himself up?” Marie demanded. “And what do you fucking mean you can’t find a fucking body?! He’s a five-hundred-pound kritian! He is not hard to miss!”

“Ma’am, calm down,” the tiger said. He bent his knees and came to squat, so his height wouldn’t be so looming.

“What’s a kritian?” the lama asked.

“A feral wolf. That’s what they’re really called. Why don’t you dipshits do your fucking job and fucking find him?” Marie screamed. “He’s a person! And he needs help. Go… g-go help him! Please, go help him!”

“Ma’am, just calm down. Please just-”

“He got blown up, cotton ass,” the lama finally said. “Overturned desks. Tipped over chairs. Broken glass everywhere. Couple scraps of clothing. These collars are basically indestructible. It’s the only thing that survived the explosion. The wolf is dead. There is no body to find, and nothing to help. Who the fuck cares, anyway? It was just some animal. You want to go adopt a new pet? Go to the sanctuary.”

The tiger cleared his throat. The lama rolled his eyes and finally dropped the collar into the evidence bag the tiger offered. The two officers continued on their path, with the lama making a point of swinging his hips as he passed the rabbit. He bopped the side of Marie’s head. She stumbled, but caught herself, and turned, glaring, ready to scream.

“Ma’am,” the rabbit officer said. “We have to finish your statement.”

Marie used a knife to cut the yellow tape that was meant to stop trespassers. She watched the tarps dance in the cool breeze of the evening, still connected by tape to the door frame. She gave a gentle tug to the door. It opened.

Marie wasn’t certain why she was doing this. She didn’t even remember driving here. Did she drive here? Had she taken the bus? In the cool light of the moon, Marie looked down at the knife she was holding. It wasn’t a kitchen knife she brought from her apartment, or a switchblade like something her brother would carry in his back pocket. The design was symmetrical. A dagger, more than a knife. Maybe a stiletto? Marie didn’t know for sure. A polished pearl handle with a blade as long as two of her handspans, and about as thick as two of her fingers at its widest spot. A spear point and symmetrical blade. A golden guard to protect her hand in a fight. Perfect for thrusting, but it could also be used for whittling firewood scraps or marking a tree if you ever got lost in the woods. It felt pleasant in her hand, as if it was a sixth finger. It was a beautiful work of art, it’s polished steel glistening in the moon light. How comfortable the handle was when her fingers squeezed it tight.

“Xander gave it me,” she muttered, stopping in her tracks and gazing at the blade.

“Small, sharp, easy to handle. You don’t have claws or fangs, so always keep this close. This is your claw. I promise, I’ll teach you some tricks I learned in the war, but for now, just keep it close. I promise, I’ll teach you some tricks, but for now, just keep it close.”

Marie gasped and felt a weight behind her eyes. “Xander gave it to me. He gave it to me a year ago, when he took me camping. It’s not a camping knife, it’s not a survival knife, but he just said it’s just… me. I use it as a letter opener at home. Heh. That’s right, I got it from my desk.”

With great reverence, Marie carefully slipped it into the sheath on her belt. She gave it a happy pat.

From the back pocket of her slacks, Marie took out her flashlight. She looked at it for a moment. She didn’t remember buying this flashlight at the hardware store, but she must have. Or, maybe Xander had given it to her for their camping grip. When she pressed the button the back of the aluminum tube, the bright light cut through the dark interior of the school.

Room 152. That was her goal. Even with only the flashlight to guide her way, she knew the path, and was soon standing before it.

The door had been blown off the hinges. It was resting against the opposite wall of the hallway. Marie slipped through the threshold and into the classroom proper.

Somehow, the darkness seemed even thicker in the classroom than the hallway. Marie held her flashlight up, but also placed her off hand on the grip of her dagger. Shattered glass crunched beneath her shoes. She stepped over a toppled chair and pushed a table to the side, finally reaching the epicenter of the explosion.

Marie shined her flashlight behind her and peeked into the duffle bag she wore on her shoulder. She reached into the fabric entrapment, and gathered a bundle of white flowers. “Carnations,” she said softly. “I know it’s supposed to be lilies, but the florist said these are long lasting and very fragrant, so I think they work better. I think you would have really liked them. If you were here. I mean, I just think…” She took a sniff of the flowers in her hand. “I think you’d like these.”

Holding her flashlight with one hand, she squatted and set the bouquet down. Still squatting, she traced her fingers along the ground. When she lifted her fingers and shined the flashlight upon her white digits, she cringed at the black soot that now stained her ivory fur. Despite the grime and filth on her hand, she covered her face, staining her fur with the blackness as she struggled not to cry.

A sound to her side drew her attention. Marie gave a panicked squeal and stumbled back, landing hard on her rump. Her flashlight tumbled out of her grip. Shadows danced as the flashlight rolled through the dark interior. Marie snatched it up and flashed it around the room, terrified some monster would be revealed to her eyes. Another growl, deep and throaty, yet inviting. A sort of desperate noise. A cry for help. Marie aimed her flashlight at the source.

A pair of rich, green eyes. A coating of thick, brown fur. A panting, dangling tongue. With the light shining on him, the little creature stepped out from around an overturned table. His little body quivered with his every step, his entire body quaking in a terror Marie knew quite well, but he finally left the relative safety of his cover. With some burst of energy and bravery, he rushed up to Marie, then realizing the difference in size, came to a screeching stop. The little one planted his rump on the ground and lifted his forepaws over his head, shaking and waving them furiously.

“K-k-kraa?” the little thing barked. “Rarr kra karr?”

Marie stared, confused. The only glow in the room was the kindness of her flashlight and the moon that glowed through shattered windows.

“Kraa?” the thing said again. “Rarr kra karr?” It began to walk forward, despite the minefield of shattered glass. It hurt it’s paws with every step, that was evident by its little whimper and cute little dance as it tried to find a safe spot to set its pads, but it pressed on, desperate to reach her. When Marie flashed her light at it, she could see it’s face drenched in wetness.

“Ma-rah-eh?”

“Xander?” Marie finally asked.

But it couldn’t be Xander. Xander was a giant of a man, an enormous dire wolf whose back she could comfortably ride on. This new creature was closer to the size of a mouse or small rat, a tiny little thing that Marie could gather up with one hand. She tried to do that: she dropped to her knee and reached her hand out, only for a pitiful, terrified wail to sound through the classroom and freeze her on the spot.

She lowered her hand and shown her flashlight. There was Xander, but he had curled into such a tiny ball of fur, it seemed like he would disappear into nothingness if he tucked any tighter. His entire body was shaking in terror and fear, and a low whine was the only sound in the room. When he peeked out from behind his foreleg, his face was glistened with tears. Marie looked down at her paw. It was such a small hand, with such small fingers, but to Xander, it must have seemed like an encroaching monster, eager to gobble him up. He was curled up in shattered glass because that was less frightening.

“You never just grabbed me,” she muttered. “I mean, unless I was having a panic attack and I really needed to feel you against me, but normally you let me come to you, let me climb on your back. I’m sorry, Xander. I should have know better.”

She looked back at him. He was approaching her now.

“You’ve always been there for me, Xander. You’ve always been willing to help me, to carry me. Just this once, let me carry you. Please?”

She placed her hand flat on the ground. Xander walked over, and climbed up into the very center.

Her fingers were the bars of a cage, but he could escape to his left if he wanted. Instead, she felt the warm body of the tiny wolf embrace her fingers. She closed her fingers slowly to keep him secure, but made sure that, at the tiniest growl, yap, or bark, she would open them wide and let him go. Some small part of her expected him to still scratch or bite her fingers in panic, and she prepared for the jolt of pain. Instead, he wrapped his four legs around her thumb and clung to her, even as she brought him up to her face to better inspect him.

“Rarr kra karr?” the little thing squeaked again, looking over his shoulder. “Rarr kra karr, Ma-rah-eh?”

It couldn’t be Xander. The few times she had heard Xander growl or grunt without his collar, it came out as a deep, rich bass-baritone that sent a shiver down her spine and made her tingle in the pit of her belly. The little thing was squeaking.

He was shaking so bad. She could feel it through her soft, warm fur on her palms. She could feel his breath tingling her fingertips. She shined the flashlight to better inspect him. Xander recoiled from the light, curling tighter and tighter into a tiny ball of quaking, quivering fur. Her ears swiveled forward to better pick up the sound of his tiny crying.

“Nak kra, Ma-rah-eh. Kah.”

There was the noise of glass crunching and grinding behind her. Marie looked over her shoulder, but a wash of bright light blinded her. She put the hand that held Xander up against her chest. Her other hand was used to block the blinding light.

“What are you doing in here?” came a voice. Marie recognized it. It was the voice of that rabbit cop who had interviewed her earlier in the day.

“I-I was just…” Marie stuttered. The flashlight moved out of her face. It illuminated the ground, and the flowers that Marie had set down on the ashen floor. “I was just…” Marie whimpered. She used a finger to push the curled up body of Xander deeper into her cleavage before the illumination returned to her. To her great relief, Xander didn’t squirm or struggle. He didn’t howl or growl or try to fight her twin orbs. She wasn’t sure how she could explain the jiggle of her cleavage to the cop if he noticed it. In fact, Xander seemed to be completely still, enveloped between her pert breasts. She was silently thankful she had remembered to wear a bra today.

“Hey,” the rabbit cop said, putting his flashlight to his own face to identify himself, as if there could be any doubt. He did hold the flashlight at a fair distance, giving himself a rather angelic glow, or at least the light wasn’t blinding. He was actually rather handsome. His nose was black, and the surrounding fur on his face and hands, the only fur she could see, was dark brown. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green. Instead of his normal blue of the TCPD, he was now wearing a black T-shirt and green slacks. Civilian clothing. No special armor that filled him with arrogance like the lama and the tiger.

“So, I get a call on the radio that someone set off the motion detectors we put by all the doors. I live the closest, so I said I would come. I figured I would come and find some vandals painting graffiti or a hobo looking for someplace warm to sleep, and I could just scare them off. I find you.”

Having shown his face, he moved the flashlight to the side. It still provided it’s warming glow, but wasn’t as blinding. The flashlight turned back to flowers, and lingered there for several moments.

“He was a friend?” the rabbit officer asked.

“The best,” Marie said with a whimper.

The rabbit cop sighed, and looked around the classroom. He didn’t shine his flashlight, though, and his bunny eyes could not penetrate the dark, but he twisted and turned his head all the same. “I don’t want to see you here again, alright? Just go home. I’ll say I chased off some students or vandals or a hobo or something, alright? I’ll say I didn’t get a good look at them, but they were fast, probably a fox or cheetah or something. And, you’re not going to come back, alright? I see you here again, I take you in, alright?”

“Y-you won’t sir. Thank you sir.” Marie moved past him. With her own flashlight shining down the hallway, she scurried back down the hallway, the way she had come, out into the darkness of the night.

Marie folded a towel several times and set it on her kitchen counter. Unsure if it would be enough, she poked it with her index finger. It was quite soft and squishy. Holding her breath, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Marie rushed into the bathroom and, now before a full body mirror, used her biceps to squeeze her breasts together gently. A tiny, lupine head popped out of the ocean of white fur and sucked a breath of air that wasn’t smothered by her warmth and scent. His green eyes looked around, left to right, at the mirror, then up, and for a moment their gaze met.

“Uhm… X-xander… c-can you give me your paw?” she asked.

She watched intently as the little body shifted and wiggled and squirmed, but finally he offered his right paw to the heavens. As careful as she could, Marie pinched his paw between her index finger and thumb. Xander pulled his other paw out of her smothering cleavage and gripped her nail. She pulled him free of the warm embrace of her boobs. Rushing into the kitchen, she set him down on the folded towel. Xander looked down, at his cushioned bedding, then up at the enormous bunny. She released him, and he fell, landing with an adorable oomph.

From out of the cupboard, Marie took a small glass bowl. She filled it with cool, crisp water. Turning to Xander, she set the bowl down on the counter, a few inches from the towel’s edge. Xander rose to his four paws. With every step, his body shuddered, and trying to step off the elevation the towel provided caused him to crash, face first, into the counter. Marie reached for him, but Xander recovered and continued walking to the bowl. He placed his forepaws on the rim, leaned his body over it, and dipped his long snout to slurp up some drink.

Marie didn’t realize, but she was leaning closer and closer over the kitchen counter. Finished with his drink, Xander pushed himself off the rim of the bowl and back to all fours. He gave his full belly a happy pat with a forepaw and turned, only to let out a frightened bark at the gargantuan rabbit face that loomed mere inches away from him.

“No, no, Xander,” Marie said, backing away. “Xander, calm down. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just… this is so weird. You’re supposed to be, like, gigantic, but now you’re handheld. Like, normally I’m just a little rabbit on your back, but now you’re just a little flea. I mean, you’re so tiny, I could just do anything to you. I don’t even think your teeth could penetrate my skin, and I don’t exactly have thick skin. I’m just a rabbit, but you’re just so small. I just mean…”

Xander’s tail tucked between his rear legs and he took a nervous step back. He was back to shaking and shuddering. His head dipped down. Marie saw a little heave in his shoulders.

Marie folded her long ears back with a sweep of her hands. “I am doing such a shitty job comforting you, aren’t I? When I have a panic attack, the first thing you do is pick me up and let me cuddle up to your chest until I’m calm, but you SHRINK and I just drop the ball.” Marie put her elbows on the kitchen counter and put her head in her hands. When that didn’t soothe her, she dropped her crown until her forehead was resting against the counter.

Against her cheek, she felt the smallest touch of pressure, then the gentle brush of a miniscule tongue licking along her albino fur. She giggled, and tilted her head to the side, just slightly, until one of her eyes could fall upon Xander’s tiny body. He was on his rear paws, with his forepaws against her cheek, and his little snout dipped down to lick and nuzzle her.

“Do you still like the smell of my shampoo?” she giggled.

“Raff!” Xander said.

Marie turned her head fully, so her cheek was resting against the counter. Both of her eyes focused on the little wolf. She watched as he trotted along the counter, coming to her nose. He placed his forepaws against her nostrils and lifted, and resumed giving her kisses and licks.

“I should be comforting you,” she said through her tears.

“Raff rar,” Xander said.

She moved her head again. Now, with her chin resting on the counter, she followed Xander as he moved around her snout to the front of her face. For a moment, he disappeared from her line of sight, but then he saw his fluffy paws appear and come to rest on the tip of her nose. His head came up next. He resumed licking, this time getting the top of her snout. “Rarr krrka kra rarr,” he said.

“Xander,” Marie said softly. “I don’t speak Feral. I can’t understand anything you are saying.”

Xander scampered back. Sitting pretty, he waved his paws over his head until Marie leaned back a little and focused on him. He lowered his paws, then tapped his bare neck several times.

“Your collar?” Marie asked. Xander nodded quickly. “Gone. The cops took it. It’s in an evidence lockup somewhere. Besides, I don’t think it would fit. I’m so sorry, Xander.”

Xander waved his forepaws. He put his right forepaw in front of him, at his middle, then his left forepaw on top of the first. Marie stared, confused, but finally set her hands down flat on the counter. Xander climbed up. He crossed her palm, occasionally wobbling or stumbling over the fuzz, but finally reaching her thumb. He hugged it, wrapping his forelegs tight around the digit, then looking up at her with huge, green, puppy eyes.

Marie walked to her bedroom. She used her free hand to turn the knob, opened the door, closed it, and locked it. She turned on a lamp to give the entire room a comforting glow. She checked her window, confirming it was locked. She pulled the blinds to lock out anyone’s gaze. Moving to her bed, she sat down. Though it took longer than it should have, Marie used only her free hand to untie her shoelaces then kicked them off. She unbuttoned her slacks, dropped them to her ankles, and stepped out of them. Nude, save her bra, panties and socks, she leapt onto her bed. Scooting back, she turned her attention back to Xander.

He was shaking. She hadn’t realized. For her, it had been walking to her bedroom. It had been undressing for the night. It had been climbing onto her bed. It had been her nightly routine. For him, it must have been enduring a thousand earthquakes all at once. Lifting him slightly closer to her face and squinting her eyes, she noticed his facial fur was wet from tears that had squeezed out from his clenched eyes.

Marie put a pillow behind her back and laid herself down. She put her hand above her bare navel and turned it onto its side. Xander clung to her thumb tighter. She turned her hand so it was completely overturned. Xander clung even tighter, even chomping his jaws into her digit. The rest of his body was dangling in the air, even though her white belly was only an inch fall.

“Xander, let go of my finger. Xander, you’re biting me and that does hurt. Let go of my finger now!”

She felt wet warmth on her paw fur, and thought it was Xander’s hot doggy breath. Instead, she realized it was his tears wetting her fur. She was about to shake her hand to dislodge her passenger, when she caught herself.

“Xander,” Marie whispered. “I promise, it’s OK. Please, just let go of my finger.”

Xander’s jaws unlocked, though he still clung to her thumb with his forelegs. He looked over his shoulder, into her red eyes with his little green orbs. He let go of the thumb, and allowed himself to fall. With a cute oomph, he landed on his back, on the vast white savannah of her stomach. He rolled over, and for a moment, they lay there: belly to belly, hugging her. Slowly, he stretched out his four paws, flexed his toes, gripped her fur, and stood.

“I… uhm… I don’t really roll around when I sleep, Xander,” Marie said. “Actually, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping at all tonight. I just… I don’t think I can. So, are you OK there? You want to stay there? Or I can just put you in a shoebox, but I’d kind of like if you stayed there. Do you want to stay there?”

Xander nodded his head. He folded his paws neatly beneath his body and rested his head down. His body shifted, dog-like, and he curled into an adorable circle of chocolate fur against her solid white body.

Marie tilted her head back. She closed her eyes.

She opened them.

She looked down her body, past her perky boobs and to the sleeping wolf just before her navel.

“Xander, are you awake?”

The shrunken wolf lifted his head. Groggy, he shook his head, up and down.

“I just remembered I had this.” Placing her left hand against Xander’s back, she gently smothered him into her tummy. With her right hand, she reached into her side table, until pulling out a micro harness. “It’s even green! You love green! Just do it for me?”

She set the micro harness down just before her breasts. The pitter-patter of Xander’s paws dropping against her stomach, ribs, and finally settling just in front of her boobs made her giggle. Xander was lost behind the wall of her albino cleavage, until he popped up, now wearing the green harness proudly.

“I’ve got an anchor on my ring,” Marie said. She lifted her left hand, showing off the ring that was on her finger. “I don’t remember where I got it, but you know how it works? I would just feel a lot better if you would anchor in.”

Marie set her hand down on her stomach, her knuckles resting on her abdominals, but her pinky pulled up for easier access for the tiny to reach her ring finger. Xander padded over. He licked her fingers softly, he nibbled gently on her fluff, but finally pulled the cord from the back of the harness and secured it to the anchor.

“Thank you, Xander. I feel better now. We’re connected, right? Whenever I connected into your collar, I felt so safe, because we were connected. You feel better right now, right? Cause you’re connected to me?”

“Raff,” Xander barked.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, Xander. Does that mean yes?”

“Raff,” Xander said with a quick nod of the head.

Marie erected the index finger of her right hand. Slowly and carefully, she moved it to Xander’s crown. She gasped softly when Xander lifted his black snout, sniffed the fuzz, licked it. She moved the finger down, along his crown, his nape, down his back and off his tail. She stroked him again, but this time curled Xander’s tail around her index finger. She was extra careful not to rip the tail off his body, instead just letting it sift.

“I know this is terrible for you, Xander. I know you are so scared. But I’m… I’m happy, that just this once, I could… Just this once… You could use me as a cushion, you know?”

Xander looked at her with his little green eyes. “Narr krarr krak kru bak.”

“We’re gonna get you big,” Marie said, accentuating the words with a wiggle of her finger. “And we’re gonna get a collar for you. And you are going to translate every single thing you have said to me. Are we clear?”

Xander smiled. It wasn’t his usual smile, where he pulled his lips but dared not expose his pearly white teeth. It was a true, wide, genuine smile, showing his fangs to her. She had only seen that once in her entire career working with him. He walked along her chest, until reaching her left boob. He placed his forepaws upon her orb and lifted his head. Their eyes met. “Raff.”

Marie smiled. With the tip of her nail, she stroked down Xander’s back. Even shrunken as he was, she could feel the strength and muscle beneath the coating of thick, brown fur. He arched his back, almost catlike, at the pressure of her nail between his shoulder blades. His front half sank into her pert breast. Behind him, his tail was wagging like mad.

Xander opened his mouth wide and bit down, crunching on her erect nipple. Even with the covering of her bra, she could feel his little needles against her teat. Marie bit her lip. The pressure was increasing, Xander nomming and biting and chewing on her nipple in mindless fashion.

She finally let out a little whimper and gasp. Xander unlocked his jaws and backed away in a panic. His eyes were easily twice the size they normally were; huge, emerald orbs that stared at her, unblinking. His tail stopped wagging, and instead was firmly tucked.

“It’s OK,” Marie whispered. “It’s OK. I promise, it’s OK.”

A scratch behind his ear, a stroke down his back, and his tail resumed wagging. He finally used his head to knock her finger away. Turning, Xander walked down her ribs and to her navel. He settled there, a little dollop of brown fur against the ocean of white, curled into a tight little circle. He was just so cute like that. At first, Marie tried to temper her breathing, worried the rise and fall of her stomach might be bothersome for him, but she finally heard the little sounds of his snoring.

Marie tilted her head back. She closed her eyes. The thumb on her left hand rubbed the finger with the anchor. Wrapping the cord around her index finger, she gave it an experimental tug. On her belly, she felt Xander twist and roll, shifting his body to get comfortable.

“Hey Xander, you awake?”

She lifted her head and looked down. She gave the cord another tug, harder this time.

“Xander?”

Groggy, Xander lifted his head and blinked the fatigue from his eyes. Marie reached down and began to scratch and stroke him. “I know this is going to sound weird, but, uhm,” Marie started. “Do you think maybe we’re in a fairy tale?”

Xander didn’t need a collar to convey his amusement. Marie placed her hand behind Xander and sat up. He slid down her white fur and landed in her palm. Marie pulled her legs up and crossed them beneath her. She erected the finger of her free hand and stroked Xander’s soft fur. She had to giggle when he rolled over, onto his back, and spread his four legs wide to display his belly. She smiled, and scratched his stomach with her nail. “If this is a fairy tale, at least we know it’ll have a happy ending, right?”

Xander nodded happily.

“You’re really cute like this, you know? Really cute.”

Xander made some sort of chuckling noise.

Marie lifted Xander to her mouth. Before she realized what she was doing, her lips were gently pressing into his groin, belly, chest and face. Against her lips, she could feel the throbbing of his heart. Against her nose, she could feel his little licks and nuzzles. She pulled the body away. Looking down, Marie noticed that, between Xander’s legs, his little green erection was full and throbbing. The rabbit licked her lips, and for the first time noticed a salty flavor.

“If this is a fairy tale, then I think an act of true love will break the curse. Xander,” she whispered. His ears perked. He looked at her. “I-I promise, I’ll be gentle.”

She hooked her finger into the rim of her panties and pulled them wide, then brought Xander down. Despite his miniscule size, she could hear his panting grow louder and louder. His little body began to squirm and wiggle. She would have thought he was in duress if not for the tail that was wagging like mad.

She set Xander down on her pubic bone. With a pair of fingers on his hindquarters, she carefully pushed him along until she felt the first touches of his wet nose against her clitoris.

Marie groaned and jerked upwards. Xander slipped his hindquarters out of her fingers’ embrace and instead leaned his entire body down, into the warm, wet nethers of the gasping rabbit. He dug his rear paws into her pubic bone and pushed his body along the curvature of her crotch.

A fuzzy bulk stuffed inside her vaginal lips. Marie gasped, and tugged the panties wider to see only Xander’s lower half squirming around. His upper half; his forelegs, head and some of his chest, was stuffed inside her. His belly rested on her clitoris, the fuzz causing a tickle that made her groan and drool.

“Oh god,” Marie muttered. Hooking her thumbs into the rim of her panties, she wiggled and squirmed, working them down to her knee. Xander, with far more room to move, tossed himself over her curve and landed on the bed, between her thighs. Once he had a good footing on the bed, he stuffed still more of his body inside of her.

“Xander!” Marie screeched, stuffing a fist into her mouth and biting down hard. His little head popped up before her swollen, throbbing clitoris. “B-be careful.”

First it was Xander’s emerald erection, sliding into the warm, wet, slapping muscles of her vaginal canal. That wasn’t much of a girth, but just the knowledge it was Xander aroused her to no end. Only when he braced his forepaws on her thighs for balance, and slid one of his rear paws inside of her, did she finally feel a pleasing bulk.

Marie fell back, onto the mattress and pillow. Xander was stretching his paw further and deeper inside, sinking it, then splaying his toes to rub and scratch her wet insides. Marie bit her hand so hard, she tasted salty blood.

His other rear paw met its twin. Holding her thighs, Xander gently worked his lower body deeper and deeper.

Marie wanted this. She wanted it so bad. Her body tugged and pulled the strange, furry, alien bulk deeper in. She began to writhe. Her fur felt like it was on fire. Still biting one hand, she reached down with her other hand and placed her fingers on Xander’s shoulders. “Xander, bite my clit.”

She looked down her body, past her perky breasts and tight abdominals, and to the chocolate face of the little wolf.

“Xander, I don’t care if you hurt me, so please bite my clit.”

She placed a forefinger on the back of Xander’s head and gently, but firmly, stuffed his wet snout against her bulbous clitoris. Just the touch of his snout against her made her gasp, but then he opened his jaws wide and chomped down. Like he had done on her teat. The thousands and thousands of needles that lined his jaws were suddenly sending lightning through her entire body.

Her body tensed and spasmed. Her toes found the edge of her bed and she humped upwards, driving her crotch into the open air but imagining Xander was full sized and shoving his way inside her. A wash of cum spurted out of her. Xander… he must have spread his legs wide to keep himself wedged deep within, even as the torrent of slime rushed out of her and coated his little body. She knew he was fine. Not only could she feel his tight teeth clenched firmly on her clitoris, but she could feel his warm breath against her most intimate area.

Xander recovered first. With his jaws firmly on her clitoris, he walked his rear legs backwards until they were free of the enormous, fleshy cavern. The jaws finally left her throbbing clitoris. She felt him place his forepaws on her thigh and watched with amusement as he scampered up her leg, like a little puppy trying to climb onto a couch his owner had just bought.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Marie giggled.

“Rarr. Krarr rarr krru!”

“Xander, I can’t understand you,” Marie muttered, but when she felt the pitter-patter of his four paws walking over her thigh, to her tummy, and finally to her breasts, she tilted her head down. She spotted his sopping wet, chocolate face staring at her with his huge green eyes.

“Krarr rarr krru,” he said again. Bracing his belly on her mushy boob, he lifted his paws over his head. First he crossed his arms, making an X, then lowered his paws so the back of his palms were resting on her orb. He lifted his paws to the sky, turned them around, and placed them flat on her breast, with his pad mushing into the squish.

“You want me to… roll over?” Marie asked.

“Raff!” Xander barked, and his tail began to wag more than she had ever seen.

Gathering Xander in her left hand, she pinched the cord of his micro harness with the index finger and thumb on her right. Pulling the cord, gently but firmly, she dragged the additional nine feet of cord, throwing the length of cable carelessly so it bundled on the bed. Deed done, she rolled onto her belly and placed Xander on the small of her back. She looked over her shoulder, staring at him, at the little chocolate wolf that was standing on the savanna of her white, fuzzy body.

“I think I know what you want, Xander. I never knew you were such a kink, though.”

“Rark kraa!”

“I-I’m going to guess that means I am just so beautiful, you can’t resist,” she said, folding her hands neatly beneath her chin and closing her eyes. “I’m OK with whatever you want to do.”

The pitter-patter of his four paws as they walked along her spine, over her mushy buttocks. She felt him cuddle and sniff at her cotton tail, he might have even hugged it, but soon enough the weight of his little body was gone from her sense of touch.

“Xander!” she said sharply. “Oh, geez, Xander. Look, I know rabbits have a reputation, and I did a lot in college, but I… uhm… X-Xander, please be gentle?”

“Raff,” came his little voice.

She felt a pair of paws on her buttocks and a set of claws dig into her cheeks. Her rump was parted to an almost painful width, and she was momentarily worried he would be rough, only for her to feel the brush of Xander’s tongue, sliding along her crack. He went from the very end of her vagina and up to the base of her tail. Every time he finished that ritual, he took the time to hug and nuzzle her tail, treating it like its own person, before returning to the task of lubricating her anus with his copious drool. His nose began to nuzzle her flexing vent, then, applying pressure, he slipped his snout inside her and began to lick her tight tunnel. She was stretched wide as his head pushed deeper and deeper inside her, his tongue always working to wet her.

Marie bit her knuckles. She recalled what had happened back in college, but the warm brush of the feral wolf’s tongue sliding in her velvety insides was so much better than anything done to her all those years ago. Her ears twitched at the sound of a wet pop as Xander pulled his head out.

His paw came into play. He scrunched his toes as tight as they could and carefully pushed against the wrinkled skin of her anus. Marie still shuddered and chomped down on her knuckles, but she could not say this feeling was unpleasant. More and more of his paw sank inside of her, until she guessed his entire foreleg was buried. She tried to look over her shoulder, but her ample backside and twitching tail obscured everything from her vision.

“Ki ra krrooo, Ma-rah-eh,” she heard Xander shout.

“I-I love you too, Xander.”

A second paw was stuffed into her backside. In some odd yoga pose, Marie arched her back and lifted her upper body. Xander wiggled, wedging his body firmly between her butt cheeks, and bracing himself, parted his forelegs wide, stretching her tunnel.

“Wow,” Marie mumbled, chewing on her fist as Xander’s tongue returned to its duty of licking and kissing her inner tunnel.

She pulled her fist out of her mouth and spread her fingers. Marie looked over her shoulder, down her slender back and to her twitching tail. She stretched out her shaking hand and groped blindly until she found the warm, furry body of Xander’s. A finger under his tail, and she jammed him inside her. The little lupine body went limp, making it easier to slide him inside her. She pushed him inside until she felt the ring of her own anus against her fingertip, then rolled over onto her back. With the cushion of the mattress against her butt, she realized Xander was trapped inside her.

There was an occasional wiggle or squirm. Once, he stretched his four legs out from his sides. Marie bolted upright at the sudden explosion beneath her tail, then fell back and writhed in immense pleasure. She didn’t mean to clench as hard as she did, but finally Xander’s legs went back to his sides and her tunnel returned to its prior width. If she really focused, she could feel his shallow breathing tingling her insides. Her anus flexed in rough unison with this breathing, giving a wash of fresh air, so she doubted Xander would expire.

She stuffed a pair of fingers between her legs. As a rabbit, she was already eager for another orgasm, and with her partner squirming and wiggling under her tail, she couldn’t resist stroking her warm walls. She began to bounce on the bed, slow and steady at first, but as the squirming in her ass became increasingly frantic, she bobbed more and more.

Beneath her tail, she felt warm fluids lick at her bowel walls. Her body tensed up at the tickly feel, as well as her own orgasm that washed out from between her legs and joined her previous climax.

As she rolled onto her side, Marie kept her fingers buried inside her slick vagina. Reaching behind her with her free hand, she took firm hold of her butt cheek and pulled it as wide as she could with what little strength was left in her body.

She felt the wiggles and squirms inside her bowels. The bulk increased a great deal, enough she let out a pained squeal, but it quickly returned to its prior dimensions. Marie rolled onto her stomach and took hold of her buttocks with both hands. She pulled them wide. Looking over her shoulder and lifting her rear into the air slightly, she could just see the canyon of her rump.

A brown paw pushed out of her vent and groped blindly, finally taking hold of the fur on one of her butt cheeks. The other paw emerged, and finally Xander’s head. He took a deep breath of relatively fresh air. What came next was several savory minutes of the invading bulk from before now squirming and wiggling free of her vent’s tight embrace. She reached back and pinched Xander under the forelegs. He gave a little yap. She was probably putting too much pressure on his ribs, so instead she hooked her fingers under his forelegs. Taking a deep breath and relaxing her body, she gently tugged the little lupine out. Marie rolled onto her back.

She placed Xander down on her stomach. He was exhausted, a sopping wet mess of brown fur that could do nothing save lay there, on the softness of her tummy. She reached out a finger to scratch him, but a loud rumble emerged from the pit of the belly he was laying on. That made him perk up immediately. On all fours, he looked around, confused where such a noise had come. He looked down.

“You know, Xander, I never thought I would say this, but you look kind of… tasty…”

Marie licked her lips. Xander’s eyes opened wide. He took a step back, but his right rear paw slipped on her navel and he splatted onto his belly.

“And, to be honest, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat meat.”

“Kraa?” Xander asked.

Marie began to twirl her left index finger in a gentle loop. Xander was confused about that, until he realized she was slowly coiling the cord that connected her ring finger to his harness around her other digit. Before he could turn to run, she had already gathered up a fair amount of the cord, enough when she lifted her hand into the air, Xander was brought with it and left to dangle.

Marie sat up. The whimpering little wolf was brought to her crimson eyes. Again, she licked her lips, and the wolf gave out a squeal. “Just a taste, Xander. Just a taste.”

She gathered more of the cord up, lifting Xander higher and higher into the air, until there was only about five inches of cord free. She stretched her arm up fully over her head and brought him to dangle directly over the gaping mouth she slowly opened. Before she really thought of what she was doing, she released a few inches of the cord. In freefall, Xander plummeted. His tiny body landed on her tongue. The moment she felt his weight against her tongue, she snapped her teeth shut and tilted her head back.

Xander tasted pleasant, surprisingly so in fact. There was the flavor of his fur and the salty taste of his cum, and the spice of her own vagina’s slime, and a few traces of her own anus. Tilting her head back, she used her tongue to push the little wolf to the back of her throat. She felt the scrape of his claws against her tongue. Once, she thought she even felt him bite down on her pallet. She gasped at the feel as his rear paws slipped off his tongue and came to dangle over the bottomless pit of her throat and gave a tug of the cord, lifting him higher so she wouldn’t accidentally choke on him.

Her right index finger touched her slick, wet vagina. Three times in the span of a few minutes, but she felt the fire building in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. With her other fingers, she tugged the cord so Xander rested more fully on her tongue. His four legs spread and hugged up to the slimy, wrestling appendage.

To her delight, she felt him began to hump. He hugged her tongue with his forelegs tightly, but his rear legs braced themselves on her pallet. Though his nails were a little painful against her skin, she ignored it, finding far more pleasure in the taste of his penis.

She began to suckle. Faintly, she heard a little howl of confusion as the vacuum began, but Marie kept the cord wrapped tightly around her finger. She tugged the cord, moving her hand farther from her mouth, until a little chocolate doggy head popped out from between her white lips. A pair of arms emerged next. They grabbed hold of a presented index finger and held tight. Xander looked over his shoulder, up at Marie, who crossed her eyes to look down at him. “Wond tree,” she giggled, as she began to suck.

On her tongue, she felt Xander go tense. His rear legs kicked and scratched, but her tongue was far stronger than his entire body, and easily overpowered his hits. The tongue rubbed between his legs, brushing his cock, testicles, and the wrinkled anus. Xander hugged the finger tighter. He even bit her fuzz, but it didn’t hurt as much as it usually would.

She didn’t realize, but she had stuffed three fingers into her wet, slimy depths. She was faux eating one of her best friends, and for some reason, it turned her on like nothing else. She rubbed her fingers deeper and deeper inside, while sucking harder. Though she heard the howls and yaps of Xander, by the salty taste that was washing her tongue, she doubted they were screams of pain. This theory seemed true, as the flavor of salt increased tenfold, and the loudest howl she had heard in the night ripped through the night. Between her legs, hot, sticky juice rushed to smother her fingers, hand, and her poor, abused bed.

Marie pulled Xander out of her mouth and brought him up to her crimson eyes. His tongue and penis were both dangling out of his body. Drool was flecking down his lips. His fur was sopping wet from multiple types of slime and cream. She gathered him into both hands so he sat, cupped, in her central palm.

She leaned down and gently kissed Xander on his soggy head. He looked up at her, and she kissed him again. This time, he licked over her lips.

Shifting onto her back, she set Xander down on her navel. Though a loud, hungry gurgle emerged from the stomach beneath him, Xander soon found himself comfortable enough to lay down. The sounds of his snoring were filling the air. Marie smiled, and stroked him with her nail.

Something shook Marie. The touch was gentle but firm. Pressure on her back, belly and boobs. It was pleasant, and she let out a little giggle.

“Marie? Marie, are you OK?”

Marie opened her crimson eyes. She groaned as she pushed herself up from where she was laying. She looked to the source of the shaking, and found a massive brown paw, each toe dotted with a polished black nail. Two of the toes were on her back, one was against her breast, the other on her belly.

“Marie, your heart is pounding. I can hear it from here.”

She used to be afraid of big paws. Big predators, especially young big predators, had a habit of grabbing and groping at someone as small as her. It usually wasn’t malicious, but in middle school and high school, when the lions and tigers and bears and wolves had the mindsets of boys but the bodies of men, they could be a bit rough. College was worse, when innocence turned to arrogance, where big predator boys believed anything they set eyes on was theirs to take.

She recognized this paw. The toes were fat and stubby, not long and graceful like an anthro’s fingers. The paddings were so rough, she could feel it even through her clothing. They were pads that pounded the ground with every step their owner took. This huge, rough paw should have sent a shiver up her spine. Instead, it was something that held her when she was scared. “Marie?”

Marie blinked the sleep and grogginess from her vision. She looked up and focused. “Xander?” she asked. “Xander, is that you?”

A big snort was pushed out of his long, doggy snout. He tried to chuckle in that weird, feral way. “No, it’s the other dire wolf who works here and stays late to grade papers. I swear, you two-leggers-”

“Xander! You’re big again! You’re big again!” She spun around in her chair. Xander’s paw moved away, but she grabbed it by the outer toes and pulled it to her chest. Xander’s eyes bulged and he just managed to move his third nail out of the way, and avoid accidentally impaling Marie in the throat. He carefully curled his paw, hooking the inner toes around her shoulder, and his outer toes under her arms. With his padding against her breasts, he could feel the throbbing of her little bunny heart.

“Yeah Marie,” he said slowly as he sniffed the air. “I know, I put on some winter weight, but I swear most of it is just the puff of my fur. I gotta go to the barber for a trim. Are you OK?” He leaned forward, not too close, but enough he could take in a few more traces of her scent.

“I was so scared,” she said, rubbing her cheek into his left inner toe. “I was so scared! I mean, the night was great, but what do I do in the morning?!”

“What are you-”

“I did it, though, didn’t I? I broke the curse!”

Marie gasped at the feel of his large paw hoisting her up into the air. Xander moved her around his front shoulder and to his back. When sure she was on his back, he straightened his rear legs, creating a vast bed for her to lay on. His shaggy head turned and his green eyes met her crimson orbs.

“Anchor in.”

“No! Xander I…”

“Marie, you’re having a panic attack. Or an episode. Or… I don’t actually know what’s going on, but you smell weird, your heart is racing, and you’re talking like a crazy bun, so just anchor-in right now. Just do it for me, please.”

Hand shaking, chest heaving, Marie reached behind her. She scooped her hand under her dress and took hold of the back of the belt she wore on her slack. She pulled a cord. The cord ended in a carabiner, which she quickly hooked into the back of Xander’s collar. Xander lowered to his belly. Marie kissed him between his doggy ears, then slid down his lupine side until she was resting against the dire wolf’s belly. His closest foreleg stretched forward, moved back, and then his paw took her around the back and butt. He half-tugged, half-pulled her into the warm embrace of his neck. He even moved his elongated snout down, so it rested over her shoulder with his chin down her back. To escape this embrace was virtually impossible, considering the barriers he had put in place, not that Marie would ever want to.

He was so warm. She put her arms around his head to hug him. She buried her face into his neck fur and cheek.

“You must have fallen asleep at your desk,” Xander said softly. “I was just going home when I caught your scent. It’s night out.”

Marie looked over her shoulder, seeing through the window, indeed, it was night. She began to quiver.

“Still afraid of the dark?” Xander asked, sly but gentle.

“I… I just…”

“Don’t worry. I got you. It’s pretty late though. Why don’t you crash at my place? It’s the weekend tomorrow, so I can just take you to your place in the morning. Maybe we can get coffee on the way. I know a great place for hangovers. Don’t worry about me squishing you. I’ll take the couch. You can have my bed. Assuming you don’t mind the smell of dog.”

Marie gulped nervously. “Actually, could we share the bed? I don’t… I don’t move too much in my sleep and I don’t take up much space, and it’s pretty cold, and you have a lot of fur, so I think I’d be really warm if you did that doggy donut thing. Do you ever do the doggy donut thing to sleep? Is that how you sleep? I’ve only found you passed out at your desk. I’d really like that, if you did the doggy donut thing.”

His black nostrils twitched and he leaned a little down her lower body. His snout was so long, he could almost reach her twitching tail. He took a sniff. Leaning back, he sniffed over her face, then briefly her chest. “Sure Marie, whatever you want. We can make it work.”

“We always do,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning into him. He felt her body start to shiver. She gasped at the feel of his paw against her rump. Xander simply moved her around his body and to his back. She threw a leg over her side and shortened the cord of her belt until it was only about a foot. She took hold of his furry shoulders.

Before heading out, Xander looked back at her. She was still shaking slightly, and there was still an odd smell radiating out of her, but when their eyes met, she gave the purest of smiles. It was so cute, so genuine, so sincere and full of love, and directed only at him. He couldn’t help but smile back.