Harem guy's tales
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Hopping through the Forest
(This one is told by Zoey the wererabbit)
Monday’s are the worst days of the week. I have a different reason for disliking them from most people since I don’t go to work or school. I hate them because master is gone for so long. Every other day he comes home by 4’o clock at the latest, but tonight he won’t be home until 7. Even with the other girls here, I’m still lonely without him. Helena said it’s because I’m in love; before he came here I was never lonely as long as the other girls were around.
Today is an especially bad Monday. I’m still kinda scared of thunderstorms. Ok, I lie, thunderstorms still freak me out and the one that had rolled in this morning was really bad. Waking up to thunder outside my window is not something I enjoy. But master knows that I get scared, and soon I was in his arms, letting him rub my long ears as he told me it would be fine. Needless to say stroking lead to kissing and that lead to us making love right there. We stayed locked together after that until he told me he had to leave and that he would be gone almost all day...great, now I feel even lonelier. This is why, unlike some of the other girls, I try and hold off on us having sex, at least until he gets back from town, just so we can be together a bit longer.
I usually take a nice quick run during the mornings, but I sure wasn’t going out in this kind of storm. Maybe the other girls were doing something interesting. My first thought was to find Brandy, since she understands better than anyone how I get during thunderstorms because despite how much she acts like a tough girl, she’s freaked out by them too. I wish I could hide it as well as she does, because Elizabeth informed me she was out hunting despite the weather. She must have been bored, since her “hunts” usually meant “Stalk and catch whatever I can find but turn it loose unless I’m really hungry.” Well, all the other girls are sleeping or doing something boring, so I guess hanging out with Elizabeth wouldn’t be too bad.
That was an hour ago, and right now I’m wishing I had human ears because they’re so much easier to cover then my long ones. Lizzy isn’t that bad to be around, she really isn’t, but she’s only tolerable in small doses, otherwise she just goes on forever. How can someone talk for an hour but not say anything?! I’m so very close to slamming my head into the table to try and block her out when I feel light on my face streaming in from the window. “Oh look, the rain stopped. Well I was planning on taking a short run earlier. I think I’ll do that now, nice chatting with you Elizabeth.” I tell her quickly, hoping I don’t sound too desperate to get away. Before she can say anything else I practically leap out the back door and shut it behind me, breathing a sigh of relief. Well, since I’m out here, I will take that little run of mine. I jump off the porch on to the soft wet grass, enjoying the feel of it between my large toes as I do some warm up stretches before I set my eyes on the tree line and dash off.
That’s better. I won’t hesitate to say that I’m proud of my running speed and the amount of control I have over these legs. There is a feeling I get as I zip past the trees, only my own skill keeping me from colliding with them, for me it’s the third best feeling in the world. I once tried to explain it to master, but I don’t he understood: he compared it to having a fast car and driving with the wind in your hair. I don’t see how this could be anything like that. Cars are so small and noisy; they just end up cramping up my legs and hurting my ears when I ride in them. Well, I could make an exception if master was in the car with me. ARGH! No! I’m not going to think about him right now! I’m gonna enjoy my run! I need something else to help get him off my mind. Brandy usually does her hunting in the northern part of the farm, maybe I’ll go find her. She can always make me feel better when I’m down; after all, what are best friends for?
I get about half way across our property before I hear something that stops me dead cold. Gunshots. Really close too. When we were little, Papa never let us outside during hunting season. Given how small we were, I guess he was worried that we’d be mistaken for normal animals at a distance. Well I’m a big girl now and no hunter can catch me but...better safe than sorry. I’ll find Brandy and we’ll head back to the house, even if have to drag that stubborn puppy every step of the way. Focusing only on that I move again, blocking out everything else to my later regret. I really should have noticed that unusual patch of leaves, I should have heard the twinge of a tightening snare but typical me doesn’t notice anything until the wire tightens painfully around my ankle and I’m yanked up.
I’m surprised I don’t panic right away. First I try release the wire myself and succeed in cutting my fingers on it. Excuse me; I’m going to panic now. I thrash about wildly trying to get this stupid thing off me, but I don’t call for help. The last thing I want to do is attract whoever set this snare. I keep struggling until I can’t move anymore, it just won’t come off. As if someone decided I wasn’t miserable enough already, thunder booms right above my head and the next thing I know I’m soaked with rain. Great, wonderful. The hunter is gonna come back any minute and if he doesn’t kill me on the spot I’ll end up sold to some freak show. I’ll never see my home, my family or the man I love again. Brandy, Helena, master...someone, please save me. What pulls me out of my depressed thoughts is someone telling himself he’ll check the traps one last time. A middle aged man comes into view, but I don’t get a good look at him, my eyes are fixed on his hunting rifle and the large knife on his belt. I guess this is the end, but something compels me to croak out in a weak voice, “Hi. Can you let me down?”
The last thing I expected him to do was stutter out an apology before starting to loosen the wire and commenting on my weird pants. Right, weird furry pants that happen to be my legs. I’m finding myself being very self conscious of my exposed sex and hope this guy doesn’t want to inspect my “pants” too closely. Instead he asks how I ended up caught in this thing. “I was looking for my friend,” I tell him, not entirely untruthfully, “you accidentally set your snares up on my mast-I mean boyfriend’s property.” “Sorry about that. Knew there was a farm in the area, but I didn’t think I was on it. That boyfriend of yours ought to put up some signs or something...and you’re loose.” He tells me as lowers me to the ground. I immediately try to scoot away from the man, which only seemed to rouse his curiosity in me. I feel his eyes roam over me and I tense up: only master is allowed to look over my body. His gaze settles on looking at my head or more specifically my ears, which are starting to droop a bit in the downpour. “Are those real?” he asks me. All I can do is nod, shivering from fear and cold and trying not to cry.
Now that he knows I’m not human, I start going through scenarios. If he’s going to kill me, I hope he uses the gun. That way it’ll be quick and painless. But maybe he likes watching rabbits squirm when catches them so he’ll gut me with that big knife. I still think that’d be better than letting him take me away. I don’t to become a sideshow attraction or, way worse, a lab rat. If what Queen says they do to you in lab is true, I’d rather he kill me. And speaking of Queen...oh no, what he forces me lead him back to house? What he kills master and captures us all? Everyone will hate me! What did I ever do wrong to deserve this? I can’t fight back the tears anymore as I collapse on the ground and beg. “Please! Please j-just pretend you never saw me! I don’t wanna, hic, don’t wanna die! Please pretend this never happened!”
I never hear his answer, someone behind me barks “You get even ONE centimetre closer to her and I’ll rip out your throat!” He gets out all of a “Jesus Christ!” before a very angry werewolf pounces on the man. They struggle for a bit and end rolling closer to me, ending up with Brandy on top snarling at the hunter, his gun pinned between them. And maybe I’m crazy, but he seems more scarred that she gonna kill him than the other way around. It’s clear that Brandy has the advantage; she’s stronger than any human after all, but I don’t think she needs to ki-
BANG
The gun goes off and Brandy stiffens. What have I done?! My best friend tries to save me and she gets killed! If I had only I had paid attention to what I was doing, none of this would have happened. I go into auto-pilot at this point, only aware of a few things: My legs tense up and slam into something which sails through the air before hitting a tree. As I come back to reality, I notice a werewolf lying beside me. She must have rolled off, and that means, “Brandy, you’re ok!” I think I’m crying again.
“Of course I’m fine! That guy could never hit me.” she motions to a bullet hole in another nearby tree. Despite the bravado in her voice I can see her shaking, she’s just as scared as I am. “That was a nice kick though,” she continues, referring to the unconscious (I hope) hunter I guess I must have launched a good couple of meters away. “You o.k., Zoey?”
No, I’m not. I’m cold, I’m wet, I’m tired, and I’m scared. I wanna go home, and I want you and everyone else to be there so I’ll never be alone, and I want master to be there and I want him to hold me tight and kiss me and tell everything will be just fine. But more than anything, I need to cry, and latching on to my best friend for dear life I bawl my eyes out.
The next thing I’m aware of is that it’s much warmer and drier, and someone above me is humming a lullaby, the same one Papa use to sing to us when we ran to him, crying for whatever reason. When I finally manage to get my eyes open I see Helena above me, stroking my cheek while humming softly, and realize the comfy pillow I’m on is actually her tail. She never wanted us to call her mom or mommy, aside from her daughters doing it I think it felt too weird to her. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t a mother to me all the same and just like all moms she picks up on me being awake despite my absolute silence. “Feeling better?” I nod in response, “Good. You gave us all a bit of fright when Brandy dragged you back. Oh, and don’t worry: she went back to check on him and make sure he left. He’s alive but badly shaken. There’s going to be a few more “Bigfoot” sightings for the next couple of months.” She wiggles one of my toes to playfully prove her point, but I don’t feel like laughing.
“He got a g-good look at me and- and...” I stutter through sobs before she gently hushes me.
“It’s fine. With the fright Brandy gave him and the concussion he likely has thanks to you I doubt he’ll recall anything too clearly besides running into a pair of “somethings”. Hardly convincing evidence, I think.” She reassures me, and reminds me of something that just makes me sob more.
“-Didn’t mean to hurt him. He j-just looked, looked like he was, *hic*, curious, not like he wanted to hurt me.”
“Be that as it may, I still find this preferable. Some of the curious types can forget that we have feelings and aren’t merely savage animals. For every human like your father or your master there are a 100 who will try and dissect you because they are “curious” and 1000 who will try to kill you because you exist.” There’s anger rising in her voice as uses her free hand to examine an area of slightly miscoloured scales on her tail and her eyes go out of focus. I guess it’s an unwritten rule that you don’t talk about your life before coming to the house if you’re not comfortable with it. I’m not sure what experiences some of us had with humans before, but I can guess they aren’t good ones. “But that’s irrelevant,” Helena’s eyes focus back on me, “what is important is that my daughter here is safe and sound. Whatever happens next we will deal with as it comes. So no more tears, understand?”
I don’t care if she didn’t give birth to me or if she’s a giant snake; Helena is still the best mommy I could ever ask for. I startle her just a little when I bounce up and hug her, but soon I feel her hug me back just as tightly. Now if only one other person was here, I’d be beyond happy.
“Hey girls! Sorry I’m a bit late, the weather out there is-WOAH!” I hear from the front door as someone tackles master, though it impossible tell who exactly over the 11 voices trying to say hello while also trying to seduce him. I get up and almost make it out of the room when it dawns on me I’m going to have to tell about what happened. I’m going to single-handedly ruin his good mood; he probably won’t even be able to look at me for screwing up this bad.
I hear Helena move up behind me as she picks up on my unease. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to him and he will listen.”
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine telling him.” I say as much to myself as to her. I guess it’s time to face the music, and my heart drops into my stomach as I head to the front door.
Everyone else must know about what happened, because they’re willing to let master go when I say I need to talk to him. Now on top of everything else he’s weirded out since he normally couldn’t beat us off with a stick. Wonderful, he’s going to hate me for sure after this. Still, I somehow manage to get him into the bedroom I share with some of the other girls and even get the door shut to allow us some privacy. He takes a seat on my bed and asks what’s wrong. Wondering how angry he’ll be, I tell him everything that happened as fast as I can. Not knowing or caring if he actually understood a word I said I snap my eyes shut and wish the ground would just swallow me up. I hear a rustling on the bed and before I can get out another apology I feel master’s strong arms around me, his lips pressed to mine. “I’m just thankful you’re safe,” he tells me as he pulls away, “I’m sorry I let you down. Can you forgive me?”
“Master, you didn’t do anything wrong! If I had just been paying more attention-”
“You shouldn’t have to be on your guard here. I’m supposed to keep you all safe and look what happened. I was careless because this place was so out of the way, so if anyone is at fault here, it’s me.” He tells me looking right into my eyes and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so scared. Scared of what nearly happened and scared that he’s proved to himself that he doesn’t deserve us. This isn’t what I wanted at all.
“You have nothing to be sorry for master. “I tell him with a kiss on the nose, “What happened today was an accident, I guess. So I won’t blame myself if you don’t blame yourself. Deal?”
“Deal.” He agrees as he starts kissing me again. This is the second best feeling the world, the two of us close together like this. But I know it can be even better. I wanna be even closer to master, every part of our bodies touching. I start clawing at his shirt trying to get it off him and sensing my intent he pulls away. “You’re sure?”
I lift off my shirt and plant another kiss on his nose to answer. He lets me help remove his own clothes, allowing my hands to brush his chest and legs. I have to fight the urge to stroke his hardness as soon as it’s free. I need to feel that buried inside so bad it almost hurts. Still, I somehow control myself enough to make over to my bed and lay down, spreading my legs open to invite him in. He didn’t hesitate for even a second before climbing in after me, kissing me with a lot more desire this time as he slowly pushed inside me.
He waited as I wrapped my legs and arms around him and pulled us together, wanting to be as close as possible, my pleasure mounting as he gets deeper and deeper inside. I give him my permission before he starts slowly thrusting in out, rubbing his hands all over my body. Yes, master, touch me everywhere; you know how good that makes me feel. He’s always so devoted to making sure I’m enjoying it, but I want him to feel good too. I start bucking my hips to match his movements and whisper in his ear that I want him to cum as deep in me as he can, just as he always does. We start moving faster and faster, I’m so close and he’s nearly there too. I pull him as close to me as possible and scream so loud my ears hurt when I reach my limit and the increasing tightness between my legs brings his release as well.
This is bliss. This is perfect. This is the best feeling in the world and I never want it to end.
Like all good things it does end, but master and I still stay locked together. Master gathers enough strength to lift himself up and look me in the eyes. “You’re not going to let me go anytime soon, are you?”
“Nope!”
“Good.” He smiles then rests his head on my chest and starts affectionately stroking my long ears. He always focuses on making all of us happy, how could he ever think he wasn’t good enough for us? When I was caught the one thing I wanted more than anything was for master to hold me just like this, to chase away all my fears and reassure me just how loved I was. I think it’s time I did the same for him. I take his face in my hands and firmly kiss him, and as I pull away he asks me, “What was that for?”
“That,” I tell him with a giggle and a soft kiss on the nose, “is so you never forget that I love you, master.”
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(And this bit is the master)
It takes me and the girls most of the next two days to find all the other snares and traps that were placed on our property. No matter how much they try and tell me that it isn’t my fault, I still feel it is. I’m just thankful there weren’t any steel foothold traps out here. If Tiffany or Ellen, with their smaller legs, were to get caught in one of those...I don’t want to think about it, I couldn’t live with myself if any of them got seriously hurt. There’s no fence around the farm since we’re an hour and a half from the town and in the middle of nowhere, but I’m going to give some serious though to putting one up. In the mean time however, I’ll have to do with putting up many “Trespassers will attacked by dog” signs just outside the farm boundaries. Brandy’s still pissed about the whole incident and wanted the signs to say “beware of werewolf”, but I negotiate with her to keep it as it is, in return she’ll get me first in morning for the next two weeks. Needless to say she likes this arrangement a lot.
A few days after our close call I was rushing to my class, cutting it dangerously close to being late as usually. When a lamia and a large mouse ambush you at the front door and demand you satisfy them right then and then, you can’t exactly say no. I was lucky though, as the professor hadn’t arrived yet either despite normally being a very punctual man. It was even more surprising that he hadn’t shown up 15 minutes later. A few students had already left when the professor came in nearly 20 minutes late, apologising and holding his bandaged head in obvious pain. There was no way he could...and yet, my curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied until I knew. “Professor, what happened?”
“I had a bit of a hunting accident. Let’s leave it at that.”