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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 06/29/2019
Furry Romance
Born 1947, M, from Oceanside, United StatesFurry Romance
Once again, Marilyn glanced at the time piece on the wall of her kitchen. Her anticipation rose several notches; Ronan should be here any moment. As if on cue, she heard scratching against the wood of her cabin door. Looking through the peephole, she saw the eyes of a very large wolf—a wolf that wasn’t Ronan.
Backing away, Marilyn shouted at the door, “Who are you? And what do you want?”
Once again, she heard scratching, this time more insistant. “Go away!” she shouted at the wolf, her anticipation turning into anxiety.
“Can’t leave,” the wolf spoke in a combination of words mashed together with a howl. “Ronan hurt.”
Marilyn gasped, and unlocked the door. Opening it, she let the wolf in. Even standing on all fours, the wolf was almost as tall as the door frame. Once inside, the wolf turned to face her.
“Is Ronan alive?” Marilyn asked, fear for her lover squeezing her chest.
“Don’t know,” replied the wolf.
God, I hope so, thought Marilyn, then begged the wolf, “Can you take me to him?” The wolf seemed to hesitate. “Don’t worry,” she assured the animal. “You won’t have to carry me. I’ll fly above you. You just lead the way.” The wolf nodded then started to head for the open doorway. “Wait a moment,” Marilyn instructed. “I’ll need my broom.”
Haulting half in and out of the doorway, the wolf stood still while Marilyn reached for her witches’ broom.
Once outside, she motioned toward her home’s front door, watching as it closed by itself. Then listening for its lock to click into place, she said to the wolf, “You can start, now.” The wolf began to run.
Immediately, Marilyn strattled her broom, then pushing off, she and the broom leaped up into the air. Making one quick circle, she shot forward, following the wolf from near the top of the treeline.
There was no chance anyone would see her. Marilyn had chosen this spot for her home in the woods very carefully. Her nearest neighbor was about a mile in the opposite direction from which she was traveling. But just to make sure there was no accidental encounters with wandering eyes, Marilyn added a shield of invisibility around her and her broom.
Even though the wolf moved very fast, it was no problem for Marilyn to keep up. But after ten minutes, she wondered where they were going? This direction led to the Capra Mountains. Ronan wouldn’t have traveled to the mountains, would he? There was no real cover there. Anyone could have seen him. But that’s where the wolf seemed to be headed. So putting on a little more speed, Marilyn continued to follow the wolf as it made its way around trees and through bushes, seemingly not following any specific path.
Finally, the wolf broke through the trees and skidded to a hault at the edge of a cliff. The cliff itself dropped into a gully where raging rapids ran. Hovering in the air above the gully, Marilyn asked, “Down there?” Even though the wolf couldn’t see her, it nodded.
That’s when the sharp pain of fear hit her and she wondered if Ronan had drowned, or was he lying injured somewhere along the banks of the river?
Having materialized, Marilyn called to the wolf. “Okay, you can leave now. I’ll search for Ronan myself.”
“Can’t,” replied the wolf. “Ronan friend.”
This shocked Marilyn. Ronan didn’t have many friends. He’d always been kind of a lone wolf. The analogy made her smile for a moment then the reality of the situation came crashing back in, and she began to lower herself into the gully.
“You can stay then if you want,” she called to the wolf.
The wolf lay down near the edge of the cliff with its head on its paws, while Marilyn and her broom continued to drift steadily downward like an elevator toward the rapidly flowing waters below. As she got closer to the rushing waters, she could feel the mist that was rising up like an inverse shower.
Stopping just above the rapids, Marilyn found herself in a quandry. Should she look upriver or downriver? After thinking about it for a moment decided, if Ronan fell into the river, he most likely was downriver. Urging her broom forward, Marilyn began to follow the flow of the waters, moving her eyes from side to side, hoping to see if she could locate her lover.
Would he be in human form or wolf form, she wondered?
Ronan and Marily met one day while she was swimming in a nearby lake. Ronan, who was a Lyman—part wolf and part human— had been looking on with curious interest. He had sensed her magic, and crept slowly forward so as not to frightened her. But what he hadn’t known was that she already knew he was there. And after she emerged naked from the lake, she didn’t even bother to dress as they sat and talked for nearly an hour. Eventually over time, witch and Lyman became more than just acquaintances.
Marilyn had been following the river for about five minutes when she spotted what she thought was a naked human lying half in and out of the water. Turning quickly, she guided her broom over to where the person lay. It was Ronan! Relieved but still fearful, she hopped off her broom then splashed forward until she reached him and could touch the side of his neck. Thank the Godess, he was alive!
Nudging his shoulder, she called gently, “Ronan, can you hear me?” His only response was to emit a very low, weak moan. Even this little bit caused tears of joy to fill her eyes. At this point, not sure he would hear her, she said to him anyway, “I’m going to fly you home.”
Then using levitation magic, she lifted his prostrate body high enough to slip her broom under him. Next, with his body draped over her broom like a wet rag, she positioned herself on top of his bare rump, and then leaning forward, had her broom float the both of them to the top of the gully.
“You may follow us home,” she called to Ronan’s friend, who had been lying there waiting. Nodding, it began to run back the way it had come. Like before, Marilyn flew at tree level.
She arrived back at her home even before the wolf, which almost crashed into the cabin’s front door. Luckily, it slowed down just before it reached the doorway. Once inside, the wolf curled up in front of the door like a huge furry carpet. It continued to watch as Marilyn used both magic and normal human techniques, to attend to Ronan’s cuts and bruises, of which there were many.
Once she was satisfied that Ronan was okay and would rest peaceably, Marilyn turned to the wolf and asked, “How long have you known Ronan?”
Watching her with its large blue eyes, the wolf replied in that combination of word and howl, “Childhood.”
Marilyn nodded her understanding then said to the wolf, “You haven’t been around here lately, have you?” The wolf shook its huge head. At this point, Marilyn could have asked where it had been living, but instead, decided to ask why it hadn’t turned into human form, now that Ronan was safe?
The wolf replied, “Like wolf.” Once again, she nodded her understanding.
In wolf form, Lymans felt less vulnerable. Even Ronan would only change into human form if they were going to converse for a while, or make love.
The Lyman, whose name was Bailyn, stayed with Marilyn and Ronan that night. It wasn’t until the next morning, when Ronan was finally awake, and requesting something to eat, that Bailyn went from wolf form to human. At that point, if anyone would have entered Marilyn’s home, they would have found two naked women and one naked man sitting around the kitchen table conversing and eating.
It was while Ronan was scarfing down what was left of the omlet Marilyn had made for him, that he explained how he had ended up in the river. “I was being chased by a pack of Lymans. Their plan was to take over the territory, and didn’t want any competition.”
“How do you know that?” Marilyn asked.
“I overheard them talking while they were in human form, which was when they spotted me.”
Marilyn turned to Bailyn.“And so how come they didn’t chase you, too?”
Bailyn dropped her eyes for a moment. “I was coming to visit Ronan, whom I haven’t seen in a really long time, when I spotted the others already chasing him. That’s when I saw him go over the cliff. Afterwards, I hid until the pack left. Then I checked the river, but couldn’t see him, so that’s when I came to let you know he was in danger, and might even be hurt.”
“But how did you know we were together?”
Once again, Bailyn dropped her eyes. “I saw you talking with Ronan after one of your swims. It made me sad, because, when we were young, I always thought we’d be together.”
Now it was Ronan’s turn to feel a bit uncomfortable. “Sorry about that, Bay, but you haven’t been around much lately.”
“I know . . . but that’s okay, because I have someone now, too.”
“Are you two close?” Marilyn asked.
Bailyn smiled. “Yes, very!”
“Good!”
Once they finished eating, Bailyn stood up and announced that she was leaving. “You’re not staying?” Marilyn asked surprised.
Bailyn shook her head. “I need to get back to my friend. And besides, you two are probably going to want to be alone for a while.”
This time it was Marilyn whose eyes dropped. “But aren’t you afraid the other Lymans will see you?” she asked.
Bailyn shook her head. “Not really. You see, I’ve been practicing, and even in wolf form, I’ve become very skilled at climbing trees. That’s how I stayed hiden before.”
Marilyn’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m impressed.”
“Thanks.”
And with that, Bailyn went from human form to wolf once again. Then after noding to both, ran out the door.
That’s when Marilyn turned to Ronan and said, “She was right, I do want to spend some time alone with you.”
Ronan smiled. Then pulling Marilyn close to his side, guided the both of them towards her bed.
Later that night, Marilyn slipped out of bed, and then, using a locator spell, found the pack of Lymans. There were eight of them, all asleep and still in wolf form. While hovering high above, an idea that had been circling inside her head, came to the forefront.
It wasn’t in her nature to kill, but seeing how small they looked from so high up, a smile crossed her lips. That’s when she pointed at the pack, and conjuring up a complicated shrinking spell, watched as they all shrunk from huge wolves down to tiny 6-Month-old size puppies.
“See if you can survive that,” she mumbled with a wicked smile. Then turning her broom around, she headed back to her home and to Ronan.
The rest of the night, neither of them got very much sleep.
Furry Romance(Tom Di Roma)
Furry Romance
Once again, Marilyn glanced at the time piece on the wall of her kitchen. Her anticipation rose several notches; Ronan should be here any moment. As if on cue, she heard scratching against the wood of her cabin door. Looking through the peephole, she saw the eyes of a very large wolf—a wolf that wasn’t Ronan.
Backing away, Marilyn shouted at the door, “Who are you? And what do you want?”
Once again, she heard scratching, this time more insistant. “Go away!” she shouted at the wolf, her anticipation turning into anxiety.
“Can’t leave,” the wolf spoke in a combination of words mashed together with a howl. “Ronan hurt.”
Marilyn gasped, and unlocked the door. Opening it, she let the wolf in. Even standing on all fours, the wolf was almost as tall as the door frame. Once inside, the wolf turned to face her.
“Is Ronan alive?” Marilyn asked, fear for her lover squeezing her chest.
“Don’t know,” replied the wolf.
God, I hope so, thought Marilyn, then begged the wolf, “Can you take me to him?” The wolf seemed to hesitate. “Don’t worry,” she assured the animal. “You won’t have to carry me. I’ll fly above you. You just lead the way.” The wolf nodded then started to head for the open doorway. “Wait a moment,” Marilyn instructed. “I’ll need my broom.”
Haulting half in and out of the doorway, the wolf stood still while Marilyn reached for her witches’ broom.
Once outside, she motioned toward her home’s front door, watching as it closed by itself. Then listening for its lock to click into place, she said to the wolf, “You can start, now.” The wolf began to run.
Immediately, Marilyn strattled her broom, then pushing off, she and the broom leaped up into the air. Making one quick circle, she shot forward, following the wolf from near the top of the treeline.
There was no chance anyone would see her. Marilyn had chosen this spot for her home in the woods very carefully. Her nearest neighbor was about a mile in the opposite direction from which she was traveling. But just to make sure there was no accidental encounters with wandering eyes, Marilyn added a shield of invisibility around her and her broom.
Even though the wolf moved very fast, it was no problem for Marilyn to keep up. But after ten minutes, she wondered where they were going? This direction led to the Capra Mountains. Ronan wouldn’t have traveled to the mountains, would he? There was no real cover there. Anyone could have seen him. But that’s where the wolf seemed to be headed. So putting on a little more speed, Marilyn continued to follow the wolf as it made its way around trees and through bushes, seemingly not following any specific path.
Finally, the wolf broke through the trees and skidded to a hault at the edge of a cliff. The cliff itself dropped into a gully where raging rapids ran. Hovering in the air above the gully, Marilyn asked, “Down there?” Even though the wolf couldn’t see her, it nodded.
That’s when the sharp pain of fear hit her and she wondered if Ronan had drowned, or was he lying injured somewhere along the banks of the river?
Having materialized, Marilyn called to the wolf. “Okay, you can leave now. I’ll search for Ronan myself.”
“Can’t,” replied the wolf. “Ronan friend.”
This shocked Marilyn. Ronan didn’t have many friends. He’d always been kind of a lone wolf. The analogy made her smile for a moment then the reality of the situation came crashing back in, and she began to lower herself into the gully.
“You can stay then if you want,” she called to the wolf.
The wolf lay down near the edge of the cliff with its head on its paws, while Marilyn and her broom continued to drift steadily downward like an elevator toward the rapidly flowing waters below. As she got closer to the rushing waters, she could feel the mist that was rising up like an inverse shower.
Stopping just above the rapids, Marilyn found herself in a quandry. Should she look upriver or downriver? After thinking about it for a moment decided, if Ronan fell into the river, he most likely was downriver. Urging her broom forward, Marilyn began to follow the flow of the waters, moving her eyes from side to side, hoping to see if she could locate her lover.
Would he be in human form or wolf form, she wondered?
Ronan and Marily met one day while she was swimming in a nearby lake. Ronan, who was a Lyman—part wolf and part human— had been looking on with curious interest. He had sensed her magic, and crept slowly forward so as not to frightened her. But what he hadn’t known was that she already knew he was there. And after she emerged naked from the lake, she didn’t even bother to dress as they sat and talked for nearly an hour. Eventually over time, witch and Lyman became more than just acquaintances.
Marilyn had been following the river for about five minutes when she spotted what she thought was a naked human lying half in and out of the water. Turning quickly, she guided her broom over to where the person lay. It was Ronan! Relieved but still fearful, she hopped off her broom then splashed forward until she reached him and could touch the side of his neck. Thank the Godess, he was alive!
Nudging his shoulder, she called gently, “Ronan, can you hear me?” His only response was to emit a very low, weak moan. Even this little bit caused tears of joy to fill her eyes. At this point, not sure he would hear her, she said to him anyway, “I’m going to fly you home.”
Then using levitation magic, she lifted his prostrate body high enough to slip her broom under him. Next, with his body draped over her broom like a wet rag, she positioned herself on top of his bare rump, and then leaning forward, had her broom float the both of them to the top of the gully.
“You may follow us home,” she called to Ronan’s friend, who had been lying there waiting. Nodding, it began to run back the way it had come. Like before, Marilyn flew at tree level.
She arrived back at her home even before the wolf, which almost crashed into the cabin’s front door. Luckily, it slowed down just before it reached the doorway. Once inside, the wolf curled up in front of the door like a huge furry carpet. It continued to watch as Marilyn used both magic and normal human techniques, to attend to Ronan’s cuts and bruises, of which there were many.
Once she was satisfied that Ronan was okay and would rest peaceably, Marilyn turned to the wolf and asked, “How long have you known Ronan?”
Watching her with its large blue eyes, the wolf replied in that combination of word and howl, “Childhood.”
Marilyn nodded her understanding then said to the wolf, “You haven’t been around here lately, have you?” The wolf shook its huge head. At this point, Marilyn could have asked where it had been living, but instead, decided to ask why it hadn’t turned into human form, now that Ronan was safe?
The wolf replied, “Like wolf.” Once again, she nodded her understanding.
In wolf form, Lymans felt less vulnerable. Even Ronan would only change into human form if they were going to converse for a while, or make love.
The Lyman, whose name was Bailyn, stayed with Marilyn and Ronan that night. It wasn’t until the next morning, when Ronan was finally awake, and requesting something to eat, that Bailyn went from wolf form to human. At that point, if anyone would have entered Marilyn’s home, they would have found two naked women and one naked man sitting around the kitchen table conversing and eating.
It was while Ronan was scarfing down what was left of the omlet Marilyn had made for him, that he explained how he had ended up in the river. “I was being chased by a pack of Lymans. Their plan was to take over the territory, and didn’t want any competition.”
“How do you know that?” Marilyn asked.
“I overheard them talking while they were in human form, which was when they spotted me.”
Marilyn turned to Bailyn.“And so how come they didn’t chase you, too?”
Bailyn dropped her eyes for a moment. “I was coming to visit Ronan, whom I haven’t seen in a really long time, when I spotted the others already chasing him. That’s when I saw him go over the cliff. Afterwards, I hid until the pack left. Then I checked the river, but couldn’t see him, so that’s when I came to let you know he was in danger, and might even be hurt.”
“But how did you know we were together?”
Once again, Bailyn dropped her eyes. “I saw you talking with Ronan after one of your swims. It made me sad, because, when we were young, I always thought we’d be together.”
Now it was Ronan’s turn to feel a bit uncomfortable. “Sorry about that, Bay, but you haven’t been around much lately.”
“I know . . . but that’s okay, because I have someone now, too.”
“Are you two close?” Marilyn asked.
Bailyn smiled. “Yes, very!”
“Good!”
Once they finished eating, Bailyn stood up and announced that she was leaving. “You’re not staying?” Marilyn asked surprised.
Bailyn shook her head. “I need to get back to my friend. And besides, you two are probably going to want to be alone for a while.”
This time it was Marilyn whose eyes dropped. “But aren’t you afraid the other Lymans will see you?” she asked.
Bailyn shook her head. “Not really. You see, I’ve been practicing, and even in wolf form, I’ve become very skilled at climbing trees. That’s how I stayed hiden before.”
Marilyn’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m impressed.”
“Thanks.”
And with that, Bailyn went from human form to wolf once again. Then after noding to both, ran out the door.
That’s when Marilyn turned to Ronan and said, “She was right, I do want to spend some time alone with you.”
Ronan smiled. Then pulling Marilyn close to his side, guided the both of them towards her bed.
Later that night, Marilyn slipped out of bed, and then, using a locator spell, found the pack of Lymans. There were eight of them, all asleep and still in wolf form. While hovering high above, an idea that had been circling inside her head, came to the forefront.
It wasn’t in her nature to kill, but seeing how small they looked from so high up, a smile crossed her lips. That’s when she pointed at the pack, and conjuring up a complicated shrinking spell, watched as they all shrunk from huge wolves down to tiny 6-Month-old size puppies.
“See if you can survive that,” she mumbled with a wicked smile. Then turning her broom around, she headed back to her home and to Ronan.
The rest of the night, neither of them got very much sleep.
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