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Pandora wondered for the hundredth time what had possessed her to try to cross the old rope bridge. It had obviously been decaying, unused for years, and it was difficult enough for a foxtaur to cross even in the best of conditions. Yet here she was, broken ropes tangling a foreleg, her hind legs slipped between the rungs, her weight basically on just one dangerously creaking rope, while her balance was barely maintained by hanging on to another overhead rope with her hands.

Try as she might, she could not get her paws into a position to regain footing to continue across what remained of the bridge without overbalancing and toppling into the rapids that were swirling noisily below her. However, her arms were trembling now from the effort of maintaining her tenuous hold, and it would not be long now before she would be unable to hold on any more.

As all the previous times, the only thing that she heard above the noise of the rapids was a faint echo from the walls of the gorge. She felt her tired fingers slipping on the rope, and no longer had the energy to regain their grip for the thousandth time.

Because of the sag of the rope and the position of the owner of that voice, Pandora could not see who was calling, but he sounded male. This time she thought she glimpsed a head but had missed seeing more as her eyes had followed the line.

The rope halted its slide as it was rapidly pulled back. After a brief moment, it sailed out again, this time landing roughly on her shoulders. You can manage that much! Stung into action, she struggled to get the rope under one arm, taking all the strain with the remaining arm.

She barely got the first hand back before the other slipped, then dropped the weary arm for half a second before she raised it tremblingly to slip it through the loop. She immediately felt the rope pulled taut. With a sigh of relief she let go of the overhead rope. If she had not been so exhausted, she was not sure if she could have relinquished it so readily, but she no longer had the energy to do otherwise.

For a brief moment, she flew through the air above the water before crashing into the side of the gorge. Fortunately her legs were able to brace for impact, although the slightly less than perfectly straight swing meant that she might have some sore ankles later.

Right now though she was wondering if her rescuer could manage to haul her up. Although hers was a smaller breed of foxtaur than average, she knew she still weighed a lot more than could be easily lifted. She felt herself being lifted, then there was a pause and another lift. In this manner, she was brought up to the lip of the gorge.

Her arms finally regained enough strength to help out, and she grabbed the line and started scrabbling with her legs to gain even a small amount of purchase on the steep sides. Abruptly she was over the side and sprawled safely on the bank, and for several seconds she panted and trembled in relief and tiredness. Eventually she raised her eyes to look at her rescuer. She was surprised to see that he was a human. The only things at all out of average were the strikingly blue eyes that regarded her with concern.

Whom have I got to thank? She was foxtaur vixen with strongly orange fur. Like many foxtaurs, she had white fur running down from her throat, between her breasts and over the stomach, then between her forelegs and covering her lower belly. There was one other feature that drew his eyes though, and that was her heaving bust. As was common with foxtaur vixens, she wore no top, and the breasts that rose and fell as she panted were plainly visible, and obviously very ample, at least an E-cup or more if he was any judge.

Tearing his gaze from the hypnotic sight, he met her green eyes and realised that she knew that he had been staring. He hastened to get her mind off it anyway. Why on Earth did you try? Were you in that much of a hurry? Pandora paused, contemplating whether to answer that, then decided to tell him more.

Something told me that I should cross this bridge even though it looked unsafe, and I stupidly did so. Then one of the rungs broke, followed by one of the hand ropes when my weight was thrown onto it. I barely managed to hang onto the other, and that was where I was stuck until you came along.

I lost track of the time I spent hanging there calling for help that I thought would never come because this is such isolated country. Speaking of which, what are you doing in foxtaur territory? Pandora was startled by that revelation. Two people without a specific goal meeting like this was a bit too coincidental for someone who believed in spirit quests and destiny.

She decided that this would have to be tested for a while longer. However one thing more immediately important came to mind. Have you got something to drink?

The nearest water is a bit out of reach," she added wryly. Pandora took it gratefully and squeezed a stream of the revitalising liquid into her muzzle. She drank half the contents before halting. I needed that badly. Have as much as you want.

I can easily refill it. There are some lovely clear streams flowing through here. Care to join me? The time of year should be good for that. Pandora said, "I thought so. Give me a moment. She reappeared a moment later with a small backpack. It was pulling me further off balance, and I wanted to get rid of the extra weight.

It was a very awkward throw and I almost missed. It was sitting on the lip just over there. Then she pulled out a piece of clothing. It was a halter top and she proceeded to don it.

Karl tried to politely ignore that, but his eyes kept straying back to the sight of her breasts being settled comfortably into their confinement. Far from helping, it made him even more aware of the delightful attributes as the cloth hugged their curves tightly. His attention was dragged back as the vixen spoke again. This statement startled Karl. Why on Earth would looking at her breasts disturb him? Pandora looked at him as if he was a bit daft, missing the blindingly obvious.

Then he startled her by vehemently protesting. Pandora looked at him curiously, noting the redness of his complexion, realising his reaction despite unfamiliarity with humans. Even so he hesitated before answering her. They are not grossly huge. Yes, if they were any bigger they could be too big, but you have the perfect body shape to make those work beautifully. Pandora was astonished though, not at all expecting that reaction. She could scarcely believe his words even now.

Pandora had a ready answer for that. Because all the other vixens have sleek figures and mock me for the way I look! However, all the anger and frustration had come boiling up out of her then, released by the relief of surviving a near-fatal experience. He let her cry her heart out in much-needed catharsis.

Finally she was done, and she gently disengaged from him. Pandora was almost overwhelmed by that concept. For years she had nothing else to go by but what other vixens said. None had been busty vixens.

It had taken a human to tell her that she was not a freak. She gazed at the man who had saved her, both in body, and now perhaps emotionally too. This was hardly a question Karl had ever expected a female to ever ask of him, and he was briefly stunned.

Pandora wondered at his reaction. Had she offended him or made him nervous? If you like them, would you like to touch them? As a reward for rescuing me? But as a reward? He could cope with that. She stepped up close, undoing the halter top, smiling expectantly. He lifted his hands to her breasts, caressing them. She sighed, her eyes closing as she savoured his touch. He was surprised at how firm they were for their size, and the silky fur over them made for a delightful texture.

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Karl groaned but complied. He had started getting out of the habit of early rising since he had begun drifting. He was a bit ashamed though to find that Pandora had not only gotten up, but also had the fire going, the billy boiling and food cooking. He freshened up quickly and gratefully accepted the plate of food that she served up to him.

As he ate, he observed the mist drifting through the trees already beginning to burn off from the morning sun. The gentle roar of the nearby river was punctuated by calling birds. It seemed an idyllic setting to him, and when he turned his gaze back to the sexy vixentaur, it all seemed to enhance her in his eyes. She smiled at him. Rinsing them off with the remainder of the hot water used to make tea, she quickly and efficiently started packing up.

Karl hastened to pack his tent and was barely ready when Pandora was. If we maintain a pace like yesterday, we should make it there comfortably before sunset. The two set off, Pandora in the lead, following a near invisible trail, with Karl following close behind. It took only about twenty minutes before they hit a large, well-used trail that led to the bridge.

It too was made of rope, but unlike the other, was built far more sturdily, was well-maintained, and had wooden slats to give a secure footing to all users. The handholds were a bit low for comfort though, so it was obviously built mainly for the convenience of the foxtaurs. Pandora crossed it quickly, but Karl took it a tad more carefully.

Pandora settled into an easy trot beside him. He still cast the occasional glance at the wonderful bosom bobbing alongside, but Pandora never said anything more. However her happy smile seemed indelible all morning.

Both walkers conserved their breath for travelling, but eventually Pandora called for a break. Karl looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it was already past midday. Prior to meeting Pandora, his days had seemed to drag. At this point most were easy to cross without getting feet or paws wet. They elected not to take the time and trouble of building a fire for a hot drink, but they did fill up their water bottles. They sat down to eat some trail food and rest for a little bit.

Conversation had been almost lacking between them up until now, but it had been a comfortable easy quiet. However, finally Pandora broke the silence. For the first time though, the vixen looked embarrassed. On the inside, I mean? Despite having been forewarned, Karl was still felt himself blushing at the question. He thought about it though and attempted to answer her.

I suppose the thing to ask now is: Felt like one too! Their mutual discomfiture seemed to cancel each out mostly, and Karl was able to smile and say, "No, it was wonderfully comfortable. Pandora put her arm around his waist and hugged him. Soon after, they recommenced their walk, but this time the conversation flowed steadily. The awkwardness had been dealt with, and now they could just be two companions enjoying the hike. They made it to the village in good time. The path opened up to reveal a glen through which a stream flowed.

On either side, sufficiently high enough to be out of reach of floods, foxtaur dens, gardens and other trappings of villages lined the sides of the valley. It seemed pleasantly bucolic, and Karl liked what he saw. He hoped that its inhabitants were similarly agreeable.

His hopes were to be somewhat dashed very quickly. Pandora paused long enough to put her halter top back on As they walked down the main trail that paralleled the stream, two vixens approaching from the opposite direction accosted them. Her cheeks and forehead were the same orange as her main fur. Going to give us a milking demonstration, Pannie? Again, she looked a lot like Pandora, although her face was all orange-furred, and the tailtip was black this time.

The biggest difference though was that both vixens would struggle to fill a B-cup. He was about to respond when he felt Pandora squeeze his arm warningly. The two encountered only a couple more vixens and one tod as they passed through the village. Pandora turned off on a lesser path that led up the sides of the valley. After a few minutes, they came to a den set into the hillside. Pandora stepped up to the door and opened it, then said, "Welcome to my home, Karl. Umm, better watch your head.

Built to foxtaur scale, the lintel of the main entrance was just above eye level on Karl, and he ducked his head to enter. At first gloomy inside, the room was soon flooded with light as Pandora opened the shutters on the windows. Simple and rustic, the room was nevertheless attractive and homey. Karl liked it immediately. Pandora then indicated a small doorway. Karl unloaded himself as Pandora likewise divested herself of her backpacks and stored them away after removing a few items. Taking off his boots, Karl cooled his feet on the flagstones tiling the floor.

I never anticipated having two-legged company. I do have the basic tools, but nothing very fancy. You just relax there on a lounging rug for now. I tend to prefer going to bed early and rising early too. The kitchen area was an alcove of the overall living space, so the two could talk while she made the meal. Karl observed how almost nothing of high technology showed, a typical attribute of foxtaur dwellings. Rough wood and stone were the typical building materials, and some of the walls were the bare rock of the hillside.

He realised that the den must have been built partially into a cave. What Karl noticed though was a lack of memorabilia. The meal was tasty and filling, but awkward to eat. Although she had a table, Karl was forced to stand. He resolved to make the chair a high priority.

He helped clean up, then Pandora invited him to follow her outside. She led him to one side of the den where there was a clearing that was just slipping into shadow as the sun set.

It was apparently positioned to take the maximum advantage of available sunlight, because the whole area was filled with vegetables in neat rows.

This is how I make a living. I trade for meat with the hunters, and occasionally earn a few spare credits to spend on a luxury item. Fortunately the mild weather has allowed it to survive okay without me for the time that I was away. I admit that I was a little worried about bad weather. I need to store a lot to get through the winter. She smiled indulgently back at him.

That hit the spot! And now, as I said, I really should be heading for bed. Then she turned to look him earnestly in his eyes. Her bed was basically a large futon with an extra large pillow. She laid down on it, draping herself seductively across the pillow and waited for him expectantly. This time there was no shyness or hesitation. Karl disrobed as Pandora watched appreciatively. She smiled as he revealed that his cock was already at full attention.

Karl knelt on the mattress in front of her, his smile matching hers. To him, a companion who wanted him for himself rather than for what he could give her was a dream come true, and species was also irrelevant. Like the first time, there were a few moments of awkwardness as the two figured out how to kiss with two different kinds of mouths, but when both were comfortable, the kiss went on for ages.

Karl shifted to a position behind Pandora, reaching around her to start caressing the nearer of her firm breasts. Beneath his fingers, her nipple hardened in excitement. Then his hand shifted to the other breast to do the same, but at the same he leaned forward to start suckling at the first breast. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the large nipple in his mouth and the weight of the other breast in his hand. His excitement was building and his cock was beginning to ache with anticipation.

Pandora was a bit surprised when he started suckling, but that rapidly changed to great pleasure as the erotic nature of the action turned her on immensely. I wish I had milk to give you! By now though, Pandora was beyond words as the pleasure flooded her being, and when he resumed suckling, it triggered an orgasm that left her panting.

I can hardly believe it! Do other vixens get them? Are mine extra sensitive? Karl had noticed her stiffening and trembling as the orgasm hit her, and when she was done he lifted his head to smile at her.

Join with me, my lover! He shifted position until his penis rested in the damp fur. Rubbing against it, he got it moist with the lubricant before parting the lips of the labia. Pandora watched in anticipation, then gasped as he pushed himself smoothly into her. They were one once again, and it was beautiful. Karl resumed pleasuring them both by fondling and suckling her breasts, but he also started a gentle back and forth motion of his hips to elicit more waves of pleasure from her vagina.

Pandora in turn responded with her limited sexual experience by trying to use her vaginal muscles to squeeze the rigid flesh that they surrounded. Briefly she looked at them both united in pleasure, human and foxtaur, and knew that it was right and beautiful. Then she lost herself in their mutual lovemaking. When their climax came, it exceeded their first together.

They cuddled as they enjoyed the afterglow. Eventually Karl propped himself up on an elbow to look at her and noticed that she was crying.

She shook her head. Karl woke, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. The blanket over him seemed strange too. Then he remembered where he was and was startled to realise what his blanket really was. He was curled up with Pandora wrapped around him, his head pillowed against her breasts, and her huge fluffy tail covering most of the rest of him, keeping him perfectly warm. You make a very comfortable blanket. In fact so comfortable, I hate to move. Besides, last night gave me a huge appetite!

Karl realised that he too was hungry once it was pointed out. However, there was one thing that needed attention.

Karl grabbed his clothes. Yesterday he had checked out the facilities. The toilet designed for taurs had taken a bit of improvising to use, but it vaguely resembled a traditional Japanese style one, and if they could use that, so could he.

The shower was still a shower though, although the stall had more manoeuvring room for a taur body. Hot water was in abundant supply too, and he was quickly invigorated and feeling much cleaner. There was nothing bigger than a handtowel though, but it was obvious that a foxtaur needed something other than a towel to dry all that fur. He found the switch for the fans that blew strong draughts of warm air through the stall, rapidly drying him, then he dressed and rejoined Pandora.

Breakfast is ready anyway. Karl savoured the meal, then cleaned up as best he could. Pandora was back more quickly than he anticipated. She took Karl outside and opened a door to a small shed that was recessed into the hillside like the den. I also have some screws, nails and materials for doing repairs. Hopefully you will find what you need to make that chair you need.

She trotted off and Karl started taking materials out of the shed and setting himself up. Aside from the shed roof overhanging a simple workbench, the area was open to the elements. It had been a long time since Karl had worked under such primitive conditions, but he was going to enjoy the challenge of getting back to the basics.

He then took a bit of time assessing the materials he had to work with before deciding on a design, then set willingly to work. The weather had been kind in her absence, but some plants badly needed a drink by now. If it had been any warmer, she would have had to make sure they were watered last night instead of relaxing after the journey. She next attended to the tomatoes which needed to have the offshoots thinned out and then tied up to their stakes.

She was still doing this when Karl arrived, surprising her. Even without all the tools, this was a pretty straightforward job for me, and it's only a very basic design. I will need to get some sandpaper to finish it off though. Some stain too if I want to make a complete job of it. We can go to the general store and get that sandpaper and stain for you right now if you wish.

I can always do that a bit later. I can do a bit of trading for stuff we need at the same time. Karl carried two hand-baskets also though. They then walked to the village centre to the trading post, fortunately encountering none of the malicious vixens, although the human garnered a lot of curious stares. The place was actually not only the general store, but also where farmers, hunters and crafters exchanged their goods.

Typical of foxtaur males, he had no human-like hair, only fur on his head. It seemed like he did though because the orange fur met the white fur on his face about where a hairline would be, and made it look as if he had closely cropped hair. His whiskers were grey, and the black ears were now salt and pepper instead, but his eyes showed that he was still full of life, and missed nothing that went on around him.

I see that the rumours were true. You did return with a human. Let me introduce to you my friend, Karl. The tod took it firmly. Not too many of those around this village. Come right this way. Karl chose the sandpaper he needed, then the three of them worked out their other needs that could be afforded with what they were bartering.

The tod seemed to have an uncanny knack of knowing exactly what they needed almost before they asked for it. All the time, he also elicited a general explanation of how Karl came to be there, although both Karl and Pandora refrained from revealing any of the more private details. Then the trader bade them a cheery farewell as he left to attend another customer.

By the end of the day, everyone will know everything about us. He liked you straight off, by the way. He also seemed very friendly to you, unlike what you told me about the other tods.

Karl thought about that for a bit. Pandora snorted in amusement. Pandora stopped walking to look at Karl earnestly. I even told you that I had had an Obligation assignation. I chose him precisely because he is a good tod who was sympathetic to me. I just found it strange to picture you and him together. Karl put his arm around her shoulders. He made our night together so much better. By the time that they got back to the den, Pandora declared that it was time to have a lunch break.

Karl enjoyed some of the freshly picked tomatoes and lettuce on bread that they had just procured. After lunch, Karl headed off to finish the chair and Pandora went back to the fields. Karl rejoined her when he was done and volunteered to help Pandora for the rest of the day. It was hard work, and of a type that he was not used to, but he still enjoyed spending it with the vixentaur.

Pandora declared that work was done for the day when the sun got sufficiently low. After putting away all the tools, the grimy pair headed to the bathroom to clean up. When Karl offered to let Pandora shower first, she had simply pushed him into the stall ahead of her and they showered together.

She scrubbed his back for him, while he returned the favour, shampooing her fur and rinsing her off. It took them twice as long as it needed to, but they both had other things on their mind besides cleaning themselves. That evening, Pandora cooked a roast dinner, a rare treat but one that she was glad to be able to make for two people. She was very impressed by the chair that Karl had made.

That made his speed even more impressive. He sat opposite her at the table as they ate their dinner. This made her feel happier than the excellent food. After cleaning up the dinner mess, they spent a bit of time talking about what Pandora grew and how much she got at the market for it. He told her about the furniture business, and how you had to have an edge to be a success. His ability to produce stylish goods from the rarer woods had got him that edge, but he acknowledged that it was his foxtaur suppliers that had enabled it to happen.

Pandora promised to take some time one day to see if they could find some suitable wood for making more furniture. Then they headed off to bed early again. She merely laid on her bed and patted a spot next to her. Karl willingly joined her. They made love, and while it might not have been as earth-shaking as the previous night, both were more than satisfied.

That begun a habit that they would not break for a long time. The next few days were much the same as each other until market day. Each morning after they ate breakfast, Pandora went out to her fields to work. For lack of anything better to do, not to mention a desire to pull his own weight, Karl joined her. They soon caught up with the backlog accumulated by her absence.

One afternoon they spent a lot of time harvesting a wide selection of fruits and vegetables, loading them onto a cart designed to be pulled by a foxtaur.

Early the next morning, they headed into the village, the slight downhill route making the going not too arduous for the vixentaur. They encountered many more foxtaurs than on previous occasions, all heading towards the market apparently. As before, several of the younger vixens made snide remarks to Pandora.

However Karl noted that the more mature ones tended either to ignore her, or were quite pleasant. Karl found the market to be fascinating. Farmers, herders, hunters and crafters not only haggled with each other over the value of their respective goods, but they also seemed to treat it as a major social occasion.

More than one foxtaur was curious about him and what he was doing there. A couple of vixens tried to stir up trouble, but were quickly told to move on by Elders.

The market closed about midday and the two went home with very little left over. After having lunch, Pandora said, "I need to work on my accounts this afternoon. The rest of the day is free. A couple of hours later, Karl came inside to get a drink. He found Pandora sighing over a pile of papers. Pandora smiled briefly at the endearment, but then sighed again and indicated the papers. Our community is small, and as you saw today, I have competition for the goods that I supply.

Pandora came over to him and put her arm around his waist reassuringly. Karl smiled back at her. I may have an answer to that problem. I suggest that you put away your paperwork and have a nap. Moments later he came back in.

Then he left again. Pandora decided to trust him and took his advice about a nap. She curled up on a patch of grass in the shade outside the den. Karl returned to the den to find Pandora lying on the grass with a half-forgotten mug of tea in her hand, seemingly just looking at the view. She looked preoccupied, but when she saw his grin, it made her feel more optimistic.

I just lined up the job with Tobar, the village tradesman. I talked to him earlier at the market. I thought originally that I might be able to make some things to sell through his business, but a full-time job is more reliable. Also, as he pointed out to me, foxtaurs do some things differently from humans, and I would need to learn a few new tricks. If every goes well though, I will very quickly be promoted to full tradesman status again, with a commensurate increase in wages.

Pandora laughed and hugged him. They want you out of the village. The council would have to convene and rule that you be ordered to leave, and that would take some time. However, the complainants have clan tradition on their side which says that while visitors should be made welcome, they should not overstay that welcome.

After being so excited again about his trade after so long, his hopes looked like being dashed. Pandora came to a decision and said, "Karl, will you come walk with me? They walked to the side of the den that was opposite to the gardens.

After several metres, they came to a side path that she turned into. The trail headed up the side of the valley, switching back and forth to make the climb easier as it got steeper. Eventually they passed over the rim of the valley and the path opened up to a wonderful view down its length and overlooking the village.

Pandora picked her way between the low bushes until she reached a solid rock ledge. He did as we asked, and she settled down next to him.

The sun was lowering to their left and the sky beginning to redden, but the sunlight lined up with the valley so it was still well lit. The stream sparkled as it wound through the village and down through the valley.

A sea of redwoods and cedars spread on either side of the village, unspoiled as far as the eye could see. I think it inspires all of us at some time. Karl thought about that for a bit, then said a bit hesitantly, "Are we lovers, Pandora? She looked at him with both hope and uncertainty. Karl, will you be my Denmate?

Despite the events of the past few days, he had not seriously looked at their relationship. And yet, she was so sure, and it was the vixens who proposed when they knew they had the right potential mate. She had already made her decision, so what did he really want?

She was getting better at reading human expressions, but she was still unsure of how he was leaning. She decided to argue her case. And even if it was possible for me to bear you a child, I would never take her away from you. I just want to love you and have you share my life. Do you want to spend yours with me? Can you love me back? Karl gazed longingly back at the vixentaur, but he still had some questions. We both like each other, and the sex has been great. I see nothing physical, mental or spiritual that would hinder us becoming mates.

I want you to love me. I want us to make love as often as possible, and I want us to share the rest of our lives. I just would be happier knowing that you can stay without problems if you officially become my mate. I love you, Karl, with all my heart, so I ask you once again, will you be my Denmate?

The emotion built up so much that Karl felt himself starting to be overwhelmed by it. Pandora was the opposite of Isabel in almost every way, and yet despite the fact that she was so different to him physically, she was right for him in every way that his ex-wife had been wrong.

But was he ready yet to take another risk so soon? Pandora had known this, but her hand had been forced by the potential eviction. She was eager but sincere; he was tempted but afraid. Then she suddenly leaned forward and kissed him, human style. The kiss was long and passionate, but when their lips finally parted, it was as if all had been made clear to him at last. She squealed with joy and hugged him fiercely, tears of happiness flooding from her eyes.

They stayed close for a long time, watching the gorgeous sunset together. She had her muzzle resting lovingly on his right shoulder, one arm around his waist, the other stroking his chest. He laid his left hand on hers and stroked her foreleg softly.

Pandora could hardly believe how much such a simple thing was arousing her. My quest has truly ended. She persuaded me to do this shared journal where we both will write the highlights of our lives, and also the lowlights that needed to be remembered.

If our unique relationship succeeds or fails, perhaps this will help point out where it worked, and where there were problems. At the very least, it might make for some amusing re-reading in the future. Nevertheless, I expect to use the journal more to relive these early days in our relationship when almost everything seems wonderful and yet promising even more.

Right this moment, I am happier than I have ever been in my life. Like any other couple, we occasionally disagree and quarrel. What is unusual is the infrequency and brevity of these events.

Only twice have I resorted to actually sleeping alone in the spare den that I was given the day that I arrived, and both times I woke to find Pandora cuddled up with me on the bedding, her tail in its usual place keeping me warm. Our love for each other is such that neither of us can stay angry for long, and I can confidently say that the foxtaur community has no other members whose devotion is stronger than ours.

After an unbelievably long period of mated bliss, we had our first major disagreement over my insistence on installing some up-to-date hypernet equipment. After about a year and a half of working for Tobar, I had started producing fancy furniture of my own design again, and was seeking to establish a market for it.

Pandora, like the majority of foxtaurs, is a staunch stick-to-the-basics kind of person, and wanted none of that in her den. We have a CF generator that supplies power essential for running the water pump that not only supplies the den, but more importantly irrigates the fields. Pandora also has power tools where the desire for basics is outweighed by sheer bloody hard work.

Efficient electric lighting is also used in places, although lanterns are just as common. She could not however convince herself that a computer and satellite link belonged in a foxtaur den. Eventually she stormed off to the bedroom and sulked. We two, because of our histories, have promised we would never hold the other to ransom physically, particularly sexually, so rather than confronting her, I decided to make do with the sleeping mat in the spare room.

After being mated for all this time, I had come to both expect and need our easy physical intimacy. I padded silently into the other room and watched him slumbering for a while.

I smiled fondly at the human who had made my life so joyful, and wondered why I was being so pigheaded about the new equipment. Deciding that I would concede to him on this, I felt that it was okay to take my rightful place with him. I was an idiot. I kept insisting that she should take the opportunity when it arose, and I could not understand why she kept getting angrier and angrier. She got up and stalked off, presumably before she bit my head off, and went home.

I picked up our things and followed, but found that she had gone into the sleeping den and closed the door, something that we never did. She obviously did not want my company then, so I made our dinner. For the first time in almost two years though, I ate alone. I went to bed in the spare room and spent a miserably long time trying to figure out what I had done wrong. Eventually I managed to go to sleep, but woke up when Pandora joined me.

Only then did it get through my thick head how she truly felt about our relationship and her attitude towards children. In the morning, I simply told her that I was sorry and I would never be so insensitive again. Such is the love she has for me, she forgave me instantly. I hardly deserve such a wonderful person. Of course he deserves me, just as I deserve him. I believe that we were destined to be together. I believed it from the day that we first met.

Karl made sure that he finished up promptly this day. Pandora had told him to be on time or else! Not that he wanted to be late anyway. Two years of being mated to the most wonderful vixentaur on Earth. No human could possibly be luckier, or happier, than he was right now, and he hummed in cheerful anticipation as he cleaned up before hiking back home.

For the meal, or later on the bedroll? Let me know what Pandora thinks of it. Tobar easily lifted the other and they manoeuvred it out the door of the workshop. Your success with the other furniture shows you know what people like. Taking me in so soon after I came here made a huge difference to my life, and you know it! I just saw the potential, and since no young foxtaur was looking for a career as a carpenter, I was serving my own interests in taking you in. With a large number of the vixens giving Pandora hell, you risked a lot by associating with me, her lover.

The vixens seem eager to try to attain the unattainable. Karl smiled to himself. He already knew that his friend rarely lacked for company in the sleeping den, despite the fact that he was quite a mature tod. As they reached it, Karl called out in the imitation of a foxtaur yip to announce his arrival. It was an affectation that amused Pandora, and she came to the doorway immediately. Her eyes widened at the sight of the coffee table. Pandora threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, lick-kissing him liberally.

Letting him go except for one hand holding his, she admired the workmanship. Pandora looked at him curiously, but decided to wait to ask what he meant later. She turned to Tobar with a smile. Grinning, he accepted the hug with pleasure. This was an old game they played. He gave them a cheerful wave as he disappeared around a bend. Pandora turned to Karl who was grinning at their by-play. She was extremely curious, but then there was the dinner she was preparing. With a sigh, she resigned herself to be patient.

Pandora helped Karl get the table inside and told him where she wanted it. Karl pulled out a bottle of red wine from his backpack and put it into the fridge to chill a bit while he showered and changed into casual den clothing. Then he helped Pandora with the final preparations for the meal, carving up the roast lamb that he loved, but they rarely were able to have.

Karl poured two glasses of wine, passed one to Pandora and held his up in a toast. They clinked their glasses together and drank some of the wine, a fine vintage from Australia. The two enjoyed the meal immensely, but not merely because the meal was delicious, but also for the joy of the occasion. After a second serving for each, Pandora judged that an apple pie that she had left baking was ready, and went to remove it from the oven. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

They looked at each other in puzzlement, not expecting any visitors. Karl, who had just got the cream out of the fridge for the pie, went to answer the door. Upon recognising the person standing there, he dropped the jug of cream, shattering it on the floor.

Pandora came to the door to investigate. Hearing the name, the vixentaur was immediately on guard, her hackles rising. She glared at the unwelcome intruder who coldly regarded her. She is a vixen, and more to the point, she is my wife, and you will not insult her, especially in our home! Shall we talk about it over a drink? How the hell did you find me anyway? I stopped at a certain trading post where I saw some fine furniture made with an extremely distinctive style.

I asked the proprietor about it, and he kindly informed me about a man named Karl who was living in this village, so naturally I had to pay you a visit. When I settled our divorce, it was with the agreement that you never bother me again. She knew that this woman was scheming something.

Isabel said, "That was a verbal agreement, and you know what they say about those: How can you possibly think you can get away with such a ludicrous idea? He looked at Isabel keenly. Your excessive lifestyle was always getting more and more exorbitant. Did you also spend the money meant for your brat? I may have provided the seed, but that brat is solely yours. At this point Pandora broke her silence. Up until then, she had just stood there seething in anger at what Isabel was saying, but the woman had gone too far.

Your laws do not have legal status here. While Karl lives on Foxtaur Clan territory, he is out of your evil grasp. Isabel reeled back, genuinely frightened by the sudden verbal attack by the angry vixen, not to mention the dangerous teeth mere centimeters from her face.

Karl was in awe of her defence of him, and how she dealt with Isabel. The woman tried one more feeble riposte. We stand together as lifemates, and any attack on him is an attack on me, and I bite hard when attacked.

Isabel lost her nerve and turned and ran. The expensive shoes she wore definitely were not made for running, but fear allowed her to make good time anyway. Neither said anything for a few moments more, both needing to calm down after the unwelcome visit.

He felt the tension drain from the vixen as she responded. Eventually they broke and Karl, with adoration in his eyes, said, "What finer anniversary present could I get than to have my mate defend me so well? I promise that you will never have to face her, or any other peril, by yourself.

We two are forever bonded. Then Karl remembered something. We are well past the year minimum requirement as denmates, and I see our lives just getting better and better. I truly want you as my partner for the rest of our lives," she finished earnestly. With their love and commitment reaffirmed, they hugged and watched the sunset in perfect companionship.

As twilight set in, Pandora suddenly remembered something. Karl gave her a crooked grin. Cold pie will be fine, love. You serve it up while I clean up this mess. Let me just get one thing first. Then he gave Pandora a lascivious grin. Pandora did so, beginning to suspect where this was going. Karl started undressing as he continued his explanation.

You will note that the height of this thing, while very suitable for a coffee table, has been perfectly measured to bring your sexy hindquarters up to the level of my waist. No more awkward hunching over. No more makeshift props. However, she had a surprise for him too. This table brings something else within easier reach now," she said as she hefted her lush breasts, now bare also as she had taken off her halter while Karl stripped.

Karl grinned in pleasure. Both people thoroughly enjoyed his delight in her unusually large but sensitive breasts, and he willingly postponed his test of the table. Fondling one, he said, "Is it my imagination, or are these looking even more firm and full than usual? They never looked lovelier! He teased her a bit more before putting his mouth to it and suckling.

A moment later, he started back in surprise, looking at the moist nipple while licking his lips. Pandora grinned, delighted with the surprised look on his face. My breasts are indeed a bit fuller than normal as they now have milk filling them. In response, Karl put his mouth back to the nipple and started sucking enthusiastically. He felt the warm milk squirt into his mouth, enjoying the unusual taste.

Pandora found the sensation extremely pleasurable too, and growled in delight. Karl pulled away reluctantly, licking his lips. This is such a great present, but how did you do it? Pandora enjoyed it for a moment before beginning her explanation. She stroked his hair lovingly as she continued. Oh, yes, keep that up! When I explained why I wanted it, she was a willing accomplice. The tricky bit was to figure out the correct dose to have the milk ready for today. Karl stopped what he was doing just long enough to say, "Such a thoughtful and delightful present.

Only then did he finally get to prove the worth of the design of the new table as he made love to her until they were both exhausted. It helped reaffirm the loyalty and love that Pandora and I have for one another on that special day. The coffee table is indeed the perfect height!

Nor am I a foxtaur, adapted physiologically and sociologically to having multiple mates. So what does one do when the perfect match comes along for your mate? Randan picked disinterestedly through the items being offered at the trading post.

What a hick clan! She smiled in what was superficially an apology, but was more an expression of interest in the handsome tod. He sighed and gave her a polite smile back, but turned again to the goods as if he was actually interested in buying something.

Not a decent rack amongst them! Over the years, his stunning good looks had gained him the attention of many foxtaur vixens, and not a few bipedal ones also. He had never been slow to take advantage of that fact either. Although in this female-dominated society, a tod could not ask a vixen for a liaison, he never lacked for one or more of them inviting him over for a meal, and to stay the night.

An hour later, he was about to give up and accept the approaches of one of the vixens when he laid eyes on a newcomer who made his heart stop. He had hit the mother lode, and best of all, she seemed headed in his general direction. Randan positioned himself to best advantage, both to let the vixen get an eyeful of his bold and handsome coat pattern, and to be a seemingly accidental obstacle in her path.

By standing sideways between the stalls, he effectively blocked the way through, thus giving her a reason to speak to him. Pandora had just noticed the unusual foxtaur tod, his black and silver pelt standing out like a beacon amongst the more common colours.

Stepping up to the seemingly oblivious tod, she said with a friendly smile, "Excuse me, but I need to get past you. Randan looked up and allowed a look of pleased surprise onto his face. Please forgive this visitor to your picturesque village. I am Randan Silverstreak, a humble itinerant trader. I know that I would remember that fur pattern!

Randan assumed a pose of studied casualness, leaning one arm against a stall, the other on his hip, and crossing his forelegs. He grinned disarmingly, and his rakish tuft of white headfur made him an almost irresistible target for the eyes of any vixentaur. Now Pandora was a level-headed sort of person, not prone to being swayed by flattery, but after spending all her mature years as the subject of mockery due to her extraordinary physical assets, the forthright compliments caught her unprepared, and she found herself blushing.

Randan was momentarily nonplussed. Hardly a surprise, I suppose. A sexy vixen like her has got to have had half the tods in the village lusting over her. She may not have had the moves put on her by the local tods, but she could recognise them when she heard them.

Randan gave her a regretful smile. He may have lost round one, but there would be other opportunities. You can be assured of that! What the hell is going on in this crazy village? I can't believe that she can be satisfied with that two-legger. I'm going to give her the chance to find out what she's been missing! If the weather continues to be kind, we could make a bit of extra money this season and get a couple of luxuries for a change.

By the way, who was that black and silver foxtaur tod that I saw talking to you? It seems that I caught his eye. Sometimes I forget that not everyone is like those in my village, and it was nice to get some honest appreciation of my looks for a change. You never fail to make me feel beautiful. He still felt that Pandora was going to miss not being with her own kind sooner or later, and although he felt that she deserved to have a liaison with a foxtaur tod, he did not know if he could remain emotionally distanced from that.

She may have met her perfect match, and he, his perfect rival. Afterwards, when everything had been cleaned up, Pandora had to spend a little time working on paperwork for the contract. Karl took the opportunity to catch up a bit on his own business. Sales of his custom furniture were picking up, and their future was looking rosy. Then the two retired to the bedroom, and all thoughts of the visiting tod were cast aside as they made love, as deeply and enthusiastically as they had been doing for over two and a half years.

Karl was minding the shop while Tobar was meeting with a supplier, so he attended the counter when he heard someone enter the workshop. Karl was used to that though, as not too many visiting foxtaurs expected to see a human resident here. Can I help you? After all, this was probably a potential customer. I find that rather unusual. I work for him, and specialise in custom furniture.

So, is there anything in particular that you were after? Randan looked about at the samples of carpentry goods. They were all well made, but unexceptional. He sells my general stuff and acts as my agent for the custom pieces. Here in the village, any special orders go directly to the customer when completed, so I have nothing to show you.

I would have liked to have seen some of your work. Perhaps you have some in your home that you could show me? It brought us together and grew into love.

Now we are lifemates. Randan quirked a silver eyebrow. That hit Karl hard. If she ever finds the need though, it will be her choice, not yours.

How can a vixen ever be happy with just a human? This was the wrong thing to say to Karl. It might have been a safe subject for two foxtaur tods to discuss, but not with a human whose mate was the subject of the discussion.

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