Lost & Found by ChrisWolf {racker6@aol.com}
In some urban city where most furs live, was a wolf named Chris. Chris lived in his apartment for years on the 3rd floor alone, with no companionship from others.
Chris doesn’t even give his fictional city a name. Off to a great start! He doesn’t have friends and lives alone. Hmm…I wonder why that could be…
"Oh man, I'm tired of living alone. I'm gonna take a walk up towards the country for some air and excercise," Chris said to himself. So he grabbed a 20 ounce water bottle from his fridge and scooted down to the first floor and outside.
I’m imagining him scooting down each stair like a little crab. Note that he specifies that his water bottle holds 20 ounces. Chris likes to include exact measurements for everything.
Chris began walking up towards Main Street, where it is busy most of the time. Anyway, he dashed through quickly while the sign still flashed "DON'T WALK".
He doesn’t say what he dashes through quickly. Was it the intro to this story so he could get to the good part?
Than Chris than sat down and drank some of the water in his sports bottle. He than headed down past Pine Lawn road, which was the last paved street before hitting the rural area of his home city.
I have the feeling that Pine Lawn road is a real place. He didn’t give any other part of this city a name besides Main Street.
After crossing the road and making a 2 mile walk up the dirt road, he stopped and layed under a tree and took a short nap.
Just taking a little sleepy poo, you know?
During that time, a female wolf about 5 foot 6 and apparently in season, saw him napping under the tree, so she went to him and layed across him.
How did Chris know he walked for 2 miles? Did he bring his GPS with him? If a man snuck up to a sleeping person and laid on them, it would be insanely creepy, but since it’s a woman, it’s probably okay. He knows that she’s “in season”, like she’s a local vegetable, and tells us her exact height. How much does she weigh, Chris?
When Chris woke up, he sees the beautiful female across his lap, and talks in surprise, "Who are you and what is your name?".
The fem replied, "My name is Jenn and I'm looking for a mate".
Chris knows what a female smells like if they're in heat.
How does he know what a woman smells like if he’s never spoken to one?
He then bends his nose down towards Jenn's crotch and takes a sniff.
CALL THE POLICE, JENN!!!!!
"Mmmmmm..what a scent, you sure are in heat," he says with a blush on his face.
"yes indeed," she giggles and licks Chris's nose. Chris nuzzles Jenn and stands up.
"My, you are such a sweet girl, Jenn. Want to come to my apartment and make love?"
He just gets straight to the point, doesn’t he?
This is how serial killings happen.
Jenn blushes and holds him tight against her slim body.
"Ohhh, please do Chrissy my dear. It is your instinct to mate with a female like me that is in heat".
This dialogue is so hot and sexy that my pants fell off. For the record, Chris never introduced himself. Does Jenn have telepathy or something?
Chris smiles, kisses her, and walks adjacent to Jenn, walking down the dirt road. As Chris walks towards his apartment and up to the 3rd floor with his lover, he leads her to his bedroom and speaks to Jenn.
"Wait here, let me go to the bathroom and I'll be ready for you".
Jenn nods and watches him dash to the bathroom.
What, does he have to take a shit? That’s not very romantic, Chris! You’re supposed to poop on your lover in a furry porn story!
Don't worry folks, we got scat in this collection too.
When Chris came back, he finds Jenn on his bed half naked, with just undies and her bra on and his eyes enlarge a bit and meeps.
He meeps? Chris must have turned into Beaker from the Muppets.
Just her undies and her bra and his eyes enlarge a bit and meeps? I know he's supposed to meeping but now I'm imagining his eyes growing tiny mouths and doing that. Probably a fetish for that too...
"WOOOAAHH! you look like the most beautiful female in the world.”
Imagine stripping in front of someone for the first time and they say “WOOOAAHH!” like a surfer.
Probably better than screaming, crying and running away.
"Yesss I do, Chris. Want me to take these off?" Jenn mrowls to him. So as any yiffy male would, he nods yes.
What if the hypothetical yiffy male is gay, though?
Chris sits about 3 feet from her and watches excastially her strip the rest of her clothes off.
Yeah sorry Jen, just got to allow room for my huge cock.
The “rest of her clothes” are two pieces of underwear. Chris knows he was sitting 3 feet away because he always brings a tape measure with him. You can tell the author is getting excited because he makes even more typos than usual. I think he was trying to write “ecstatically”.
Jenn than moves closer and next to Chris and notices he has a bulge in his pants. Jenn moves her paw slowly on his jean shorts and slowly unzips them.
[siren whoop] RED ALERT! RED ALERT! CHRIS WORE JORTS TO HIS OWN SEX FANTASY!
Chris murrrs happily and slides his boxers off, exposing his 8 inch hardened penis. Jenn flops down on her back and spreads her legs.
Again with the overly precise measurements! You forgot to add a couple millimeters to your dick size, Chris.
"I have always wanted to do this for a long time, and finally I am" she softly speaks.
"Me too my love, I've been wanting to mate with the opposite sex, and here I am, ready to give you what my reproductive system offers," Chris said.
THE CLAP!
My underwear is sodden. It’s like being hit on by an anatomy textbook.
He looks at his clock. "6pm, my favorite time."
What? What does this mean? Why does he feel the need to say it’s 6pm and why is it his favorite time? This question will hang above your head for the rest of the story, because he never explains it.
Suddenly, Chris drives his cock down deep into Jenn's cunt.
"Oooooh!" she moans.
Damn, Chris, no foreplay? You aren’t gonna finger her or eat her out? Bite the pillow, Jenn, he’s going in dry!
Feeling the warmth the two are sharing, Chris begins to thrust in and out of her wetness. Both Chris and Jenn stick with that for 10 minutes.
It’s 6:10 pm. He’s been watching his clock.
I know the author wants to say that they just fucked for ten minutes but there's this strangely resigned tone to it, like "yeah, we just did that I guess".
All of a sudden, Chris's knot expands inside Jenn, locking them together.
Hold on. Time out. Time out. Every furvert knows the bulbis glandis expands UPON orgasm, not before it!
"This feels soooo gooood! It's almost there, my love," Chris meeps.
Chris meeps.
Meeping again. He’s definitely transformed into Beaker.
Jenn groans and mrowls as he feels her mate get closer and closer to climaxing. About 3 minutes later, Chris shudders and clamps his body down onto Jenn, and begins shooting tons of his warm cum inside her. Jenn screams pleasurly and bucks wildly for a couple of minutes.
Considering Chris’s story is filled with overly precise measurements, I’m surprised he managed to squeeze in some hyperbole to describe how big his load was. You’d think he’d write something like “5 squirts of cum totaling about 2 teaspoons”. Then again, our author is not very good at abstraction. He might have meant “tons” literally. Chris ejaculated more metric tons of semen than he could count. The force of his mighty load blew Jenn’s head clean off. Then she grew a new head because this is a magic sex world where hot chicks are so attuned to the needs of random men that they already know their names.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OOOHHHH YESSS!! THIS FEELS..SO...SO...SO WARM!!"
I…guess this is Jenn cumming? He doesn’t specify whether or not she climaxes. Satisfy your lady, Chris!
Chris grunts and shoots another spurt of semen into her body and shudders,feeling spent, collapsing on top of her and feeling his furry belly rub with hers. Jenn looks at Chris in the eyes and smiles.
"I have always loved life, and hopefully we just started one."
What the fuck, Jenn?! You’ve known this guy for about 71 minutes and you’re already baby trapping him?
I mean, this is the same woman that goes around lying on random men in public.
Chris blushes, kisses her, and unlocks from her cunt.
Wait? How long were they tied?
Several hours past and Jenn was eager to find if the miracle started.
"We can find out, I'll run to the store and pick up an EPT you can test yourself with," Chris said.
Yeah, because those pee sticks can detect pregnancies within hours!
After about 15 minutes, Chris returns with one EPT box and hands it to Jenn.
"here you go. please test yourself, I would like to know the results," he murred. Jenn goes into the bathroom and does the test, which took 10 minutes. After that time while Chris was reading a book, Jenn pads over to him with the results.
Chris is reading “The Very Hungry Caterpillar”. He’s still working his way up to chapter books. He’s disappointed that Eric Carle didn’t specify how many minutes it took for the caterpillar to eat each piece of food.
"What's the results?" he questioned her. Jenn smiles and puts her arm around his shoulder, showing him the results.
"Congragulations, you are going to be a father. It's positive, and I'm pregnant with 1 boy," she says. Chris smiles and kisses her deeply.
CONGRAGULATIONS
THIS STORY IS HAPPY END, THANK YOU
The technology in those pee sticks has gotten crazy lately! They can even figure out what kind of junk your fetus has!
"I've always dreamt of having a son, and it finally came true, with your help."
About each week, Chris looked at Jenn's stomach, which slowly increases in size each time.
It got bigger every time he looked at it like a water balloon on the end of a hose.
Finally, about 9 weeks after they mated Jenn went into labor for about 1 and a half hours, which really stressed her out.
Pregnant for 9 weeks?! In labor for an hour and a half?! Chris! For the love of god, Chris! If you actually loved extremely precise measurements, you’d do your homework on gestation and childbirth!
The fact it only lasts nine weeks tells me he doesn't have a pregnancy fetish. While this does line up with real wolf gestation, these are humanoids so it's still weird no matter what.
At that time, Chris wasn't home, but when he entered 10 minutes later about 100 minutes after Jenn went into labor, he was hearing yelps and a final "UNGGGGGGGGGGHH!!" coming from his room.
Chris was out getting cigarettes during the birth of his own pretend son.
Chris dashed to his bedroom and saw her on his bed on her back with her legs spread and a little pup next to her slit.
I like the implication that Jenn is a guest in his apartment, even though they’re basically married. It’s not their room, it’s his room. It’s not their bed, it’s his bed.
Chris's eyes widened and went to get get something to cut the cord with. He found sterile scissors and went back and snips the umbilical cord that connected his mate to his newborn son. Chris picked up his son and kissed him on the head.
Because people have sterile scissors lying around. Chris forgot to mention whether this momentous occasion took place before or after 6pm.
"I'm very glad to see you, my son." He handed him to Jenn, as she has a big smile on her face.
He looks just like you," giggled Jenn. "Let's name him after my father," she asks.
"OK," Chris replied.
You gonna tell us what your fake son’s name is?
So than Chris & Jenn raised their new child and lived a happy life.
The End
Guess not. They probably named him Chris, anyway.
Chris 2.
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