The sun hit the town again in the full beauty of morning... damn
shame... Jez felt like shit... having practically abused poor Grey,
driven a stake to the heart of Jiffy, and probably earned the hatred of
anyone who got to hear about it... he felt very much like crying again...
 Instead the brown ferret just turned around to lie on his back...
he had gone to sleep on the broken paving on which he had cried so
much...  He looked upwards at the morning sky, seeing the tops of the
wrecked houses lining the deserted street... it felt good to see
something so bad... it was appropriate instead of jarring...
 He thought of Grey... the sarcastic little squirrel... who took
pride in whinging about everything... he never said it... but he found
the rodent funny, amusing, charming... sighing, he admitted it finally to
himself...
"A just love the little bastard..." it was the first words he hadn't
wailed or whined for hours... and they shocked the hell out of him...
"Ho man..." he groaned, "ye bastard..."
 He hurt right through his body, and right through his soul... it
was as though someone had planned the incident to hurt...  It was the
worst kind of hurt... when a good person does something bad... and has
everything to blame on theirself...
 
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 Jiffy had held him tightly all night... sitting on that couch...
He hadn't gotten any sleep... when Jiffy was hurt she hugged him like a
cuddly toy, and she sure had some grip in this state... she was hurt.
 Dawn was breaking outside... god kows what time it was... again
he rubbed the back of the form covering him... feeling her smooth fur.
She stirred slightly and he stopped... she was better off asleep, he
decided.
 Out of the window the sun rose with such majestic beauty that
Grey couldn't help but watch the world change mood...  Eventually Jiffy
woke up with a sigh...
"Grey..." she moaned, "I never hoped to see this morning..." he didn't
ask her what she meant... there was no need to know.
"Grey," she continued, "promise me you'll not leave me?" she sounded
desperate... he suddenly felt very cold...
"I wouldn't leave you Jif'..."
 She loosened her grip and pulled herself further up him, wrapping
her legs around his waist as tight as a vice.  Her head now directly
above his, her tone became serious as death...
"How can you be so sure of that?  You might run away for what he said...
you may run to him for all I know..."  Grey shook his head,
"I wouldn't leave you, and why would I run to Jez?"
"He loves you."
 The words cut into him and he couldn't speak for the shock...
"You've got to've noticed by now, damn you..." he shook his head... was
she just being jealous?  It'd make sense... fox's are really jealous with
their mates... and Jiffy was very possessive...
"I can see it, why can't you?  The way he looks at you... the way his
scent changes, and the way he acts...  The way he was being so protective
of you... even the way he jumped on you..."
 Grey just lay still... it was his turn to be weak...  Jez loved
him..?  That just couldn't be... it just could- well thinking about it,
it did make sense yes, but how hadn't he seen it..?  Damn, it was so
obvious... the passion in that kiss he gave him... the way he had held
him... so tightly, so lovingly...
 He groaned and she kissed him lightly on the forehead...
"You really didn't know..."
"No..." he gasped... "but how didn't I know?"
"I don't know..."
 Grey moaned...
"Bite me..." he muttered suddenly, she was visibly surprised...
"What..?"
"I mean it... bite me... draw blood... possess me..." he looked into her
eyes, feeling the odd desire wash over him... "please..." he asked,
glassy eyed...
 Before he could utter another word she slickly leant down and
pressed her fang-like front teeth to his throat... carefully she bit
in... he gasped at the sharp pain of her carefully sinking in her teeth
without cutting into his throat...  As the warm wetness of blood began to
spread through his fur, she began lapping at it...  He gasped at the
familiar licks and moaned happily...
 She let go of his torso, pulling his t-shirt off over his head,
and slid her slim hands around his head, grasping his head tightly as she
drew out her teeth and began the process elsewhere... beginning the game
again with a fresh wound on his chest...
"I'm yours..." he gased breathlessly as the larger mammal took her
pleasures on his soft, frail body... stroking her hands through his thick
soft grey fur, licking at what was to her, sweet blood...
 The ill feelings of before faded away to the odd passion... her
felt every hot breath as she began nipping him around the chest and
shoulders with her teeth.. occassionally drawing blood...  He knew fine
and well from the pattern that she was wanting it now... wanting him...
She would have him... whether he liked it or not...
 She pulled her elasticated top off quickly, and began pushing his
pants down as she continued biting... supporting herself with one hand,
getting ever more bloodthirsty...  He could feel it in her breath...  He
was limp under her, and it suited her fine... in her animal mind... she
was enjoying her captured prey...
 Kicking off his pants onto the floor, she stopped supporting
herself and balanced on her teeth, which were sank into his flesh...  He
squeaked in pain and cringed, which only heightened her desire...  He
heard fabric tearing as she removed her bottoms the simple way...
 Their naked bodies now pressed against each other she murred
lustfully and grabbed his erect cock... half guiding, half pulling it to
her waiting wet muff...  Repositioning herself so that her legs stuck out
to either side, bent, and her hands held the armrest...  She thrust
herself down, impaling herself on his cock...
 Her breasts slapped his head as she violently rubbed herself back
and forth on him, lustily riding the squeaking squirrel...  She began
yelling out her pleasure, murring and gasping loudly... he could only
squeak in fear, lust and pleasure as he was used by the vixen...  he was
thrown up and down on the cushions, pushed back and forth by the violent
fuck...
 In an instant of incredible heat and pleaure he came, screaming
out as he cummed into the still pumping vixen who was just at the moment
beginning to scream herself...  The walls of her 'fit' vagina suddenly
clamped down onto him like something to crush a car...
 Whole minutes passed of simple, still panting and heavy
breathing... it was hot... the air was soaked with sweat and scents...
Jiffy moaned happily as the little squirrel underneath breathed rapidly..
 There was no more needed to be said...  Grey wasn't going to
leave her... he trusted her, he loved her, and she loved him madly... She
could easily have killed him in the heat... but she knew that he knew it
was worth that risk... and that there was no-one finer for that risk...
 
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 Jez had been wandering the dead streets for hours... it was noon
now...  So many dead homes representng so many dead families...  The
Withredans, when they nuked the place, had used low-yield, high-diffusion
fusion warheads, effectively a massive firestorm... one that would burn
everything in the area of effect, but not ruin the planet...  What he was
walking through now was the 'dead' zone, the area not yet restored...
 Seeing such a dead place made him somehow feel more alive... not
like a scumbag who deserved to suffer...  It was depressing, just as the
dead zone of Eldon was... there there had been a small mercy... there had
been a strong solar storm as the Withredans had bombed new Brittainnia...
With the targetting scrambled, Eldon suffered a near miss and was half-
burned... though about another 35% died from the smoke, dust and fumes...
 Eldon was lucky... the Withredans aim was worse there than almost
anywhere else on that planet...
 His time in deaths town streets at a decided end, he headed back
for the populated area... in need of a drink.  He cursed at himself... he
still felt piss-soaked... he wasn't really, but that was how it FELT...
He was shit, he was a bastard, AND HE BLOODY KNEW IT.
 He began crying again as he walked... from street to street he
hated himself 'till there was no more fuel for the fire...
 
                             *      *      *
 
 They sat on the couch together, Grey slouching against one
corner, Jiffy slouching on him, cuddling his tail.  The air was still
thick with hormones, and Grey fond himself sinkong off to a contented
sleep like the vixen on him...  He was hers, and that was the best thing
he had about him...
 
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 What wouldn't he do to be back in Eldon?  To be back where he
would never have met Grey?  Familiar places, sunsets and accents... he
felt disjointed from reality as he wandered into a bar and checked his
wallet... he had enough for a decent binge...
 Walking through the near-empty pub to the bar he didn't even look
at the morph serving the drinks as he asked for "whatever strong lager
they had"...  Time passed in quiet contemplation, and soothing drink...
 "Someone biting ya?" muttered a voice from the shady figure next
to him... an otter, staring into a pool of spilt beer...
"What's it t' yee?" he replied quietly, not bothering to look at the
otters face...
"Maybe I can tell you a thing or two... maybe I can get you to not make
my mistake..."  Jez was compelled to listen... he was sure he should
really be telling the otter to shut the fuck up... but somehow...
"What've ye got to tell me then?"
"Do something about it."
"An that's it?"
"You'd be amazed," the otter gasped, "at how important that little nugget
is..."
"I've done enough already..."
"I don't pretend to know who, or why... but you have to resolve it... or
you can be sure that for the rest of your life... you'll hate yourself
for not doing it..."
 With that, Jez stood up and walked out of the bar, back into the
daylight...  He wasn't sure what to do... he sighed and slumped,
"Apologisin' would be a bloody start like..."
 Slowly he walked back to the house, through streets of morphs
trying not to look at the ragged, dirty form... his brown fur mucky as
hell...  Eventually he reached the door he could barely open...
 He stepped into the house and closed the door behind...  Jiffy
got up from where she was sleeping on the couch, completely naked, and
glared...
"What the fuck are you doing back!?" all he could say was...
"A'm sorry...  A'm sorry for what a did and what a said..."
"And that's meant to make it alright?"
"'S only a start... a've spent the last day hating me-self for it..."
 She just stood there... eyes burning with anger, but glassed with
remorse...  He picked up the scent she undoubtedly had... Grey was hiding
in the kitchen, scared...
"All a can do is hope to forget this... can yee at least dae the same?"
"Get upstairs and shut up," she sighed...
 There was no explaination, no reason for why she so quickly let
him back... he just accepted it and did as she asked.
 Jez walked up the stairs and went into the shower... dirty and
stinking of his own ferret-smells.  Undressing quickly he switched on the
shower and waited for the water to warm up.  He stepped into the shower
and let the warm water soak him through... it felt good.
 He didn't want to think of the day... he was willing to let the
memory go... a 24 period of hell he could easily let go of...  Instead,
he concentrated on the warm water running down his long thin body,
soaking his fur, cleaning him, warming him...
 As he finished, he rubbed his eyes and stepped out onto the tiled
floor, claws clicking.  Finding the towel quickly he dried himself almost
will-lessly.  As much as he wanted to let go... he couldn't, it hurt too
much.  He had hurt Grey, and Jiffy... both friends, neither case for any
good reason...  He had made sure that his love for Grey would neer see
the light of day... and perhaps that hurt the most.
 The last thing he expected was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" he asked cautiously... the voice replied so quietly he had to
listen very hard...
"We need to talk."
"Can it wait 'till I'm out?"
"No."  Jez was suspiciously curious... he unlocked the door anyway, and
before he could get out, Grey barged in, and locked the door behind.
 He was only wearing a long t-shirt, which covered his privates,
but made it hard for Jez not to stare... his eyes were glassed, and he
smelled of fear...
"Jez," he said at the edge of a whisper, "we have to talk about this
'love' issue..." Jez was shocked, how did he know..?
"How did y-"
"Doesn't matter," Grey interjected more sternly, "I have to hear you say
it..."  Jez gulped... 'sudden' somehow seemed innapropriate and small...
"Aye, a dae..." he muttered, voice starting to quiver...
"Why?"  The question was strange, but valid...
"B-becuase yee're funny, an witty... an gorgeous... Grey..." he replied,
holding the towell tightly to himself...
 Grey sighed and paced around the bathroom,
"When did it happen..?"  Jez didn't want to reply to that...
"Why are yee interrogatin' us man?"  Grey slopped pacing and looked Jez
in the eyes...
"You're shaking Jez."
"Well-"
"TELL ME JEZ!" he shouted suddenly, Jez started sniffling, and a tear
rolled from his eye...
"A can't be sure... a-a only admitted it to myself today..."
 Grey shut up... Jez began to cry openly... a gaping wound in his
soul...  They just stood there... Jez quietly crying, Grey staring at
him... glassy eyed, no longer smelling of fear...  It was obvious who the
soft one was.