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#21
As much as Inocencio believed he was fairly knowledgeable about what he was in pursuit of, he still felt the thrill of learning what seemed to work with Fleta, and what did not. Another shiver met his touch as he had gone further down the female's body, but the delicate nibbling bite had caused them to pull away from his touch. Going from the pleasant warmth that the female was providing, to the chilly night air was less then an enjoyable thing, and only encouraged Inocencio to try winning the little game that was being played. A game that Fleta pointed out would be much harder if he remained on two legs, and caused the green-eyed male to wonder if she was unable to shift.

Not being eager to ask a potentially volatile question when so close to his desire, Inocencio just smiled, and sent his hand out in an attempt to run along the female's back while speaking "Were not too different, we both seem to have wolf, and coyote blood, and I think we both enjoy being beside each other. As much as I prefer being on two legs, I can change to four so we can continue.". True to his word, at least for the moment, the Coywolf would start to shift from Optime form, to his much less used Lupus one.

The process in general was not one that Inocencio enjoyed, and especially hated losing his clawed hands. Only being able to grasp with his mouth limited him, and slowly dropping down onto all fours to be much smaller then he was, that added to what the male perceived as limitations. After roughly six minutes, the process was complete, the male quickly trying to find the female's eyes, and grin at them.
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Her question didn't put him off as she had hoped. Or maybe she had hoped it wouldn't. It was hard to figure out what she wanted at this moment. It was scary, so new to her, at the same time so desirable, making her want to rush head first over the edge, no matter what the consequences would be. He smiled charmingly, running a hand down her back again. She found herself pressing into it, despite the fact that she was telling herself to get away from him, that it was safer with more distance so she could think clearly. Even worse, he was removing the one layer of protection she'd been betting on, them being in different forms. Terra was unable to shift while her leg was broken, far too painful to feel her bones melting and shifting around. He was willing to change down though, and that was not a good sign.


Terra watched him shift. It was slower than her shifting, but she had lots of practice, slipping in and out of her different forms with ease. Curiosity burned within her, driving her to move, wishing to explore every inch of this new version of the male before her. She managed to hold still after a step though. Kit might know what the end goal was, but Terra was very uncertain about what they were doing, not knowing what to do, what the rules of the game even were. If she decided that it was fine to break the rules and did as she wished, her secret would be uncovered. If she remained how she was though, she would be easy to manipulate, moving along at his speed. Terra's ears flattened shyly, looking over at him.


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#23
On four legs for the first time in a while, Inocencio was pleased to see that the female was still standing there, and not run off with the turket that still lay near them. Green eyes looked over Fleta with a slightly different perspective, and made no attempt that he was examining, with a widening grin indicating just how he thought about the findings. "If you only stand still, do you think that you can hold my weight up?" Inocencio inquired while he tried to close any distance remaining between them. It was the male's plan to immediately start licking at Fleta's neck, but start slowly trailing along toward her rear, rubbing affectionately against the other canine if possible.

A different sort of warmth was growing inside of the silver-tongued male, along with a desire to climb on top of the injured female. Inocencio knew that carrying his weight would probably be hard, especially since he wouldn't just be resting on top of her if things worked like the male wanted. The only alternative that initially made itself evident was finding something for Fleta to rest on, to keep weight off her leg. Even though Inocencio should have considered the possibility of Fleta suddenly getting cold feet, the lusty male was too caught up in the game to consider that disappointment.
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Kit's eyes slid over her body, measuring her. Terra shifted around accordingly, not having to work hard to capture the nervous shy feeling that she was trying to convey. He had managed to trigger that in her pretty well with his actions, getting her to wonder what exactly he was up to. The grin he passed her was met by one of her own. It looked like he liked her, and Terra definitely liked that. She wasn't sure what she looked like, but knew that it was enough to distract a male while she was robbing him blind.


She didn't get his question. Hold his weight up? Why would she be holding his weight? Kit slid over to her side, licking at her neck. Terra twisted around, able to respond better now that he was down on her level. A soft whine came from her as she nuzzled into his fur, head pressed down as she was able to take in his scent, feel his strength. He wasn't the strongest canine she'd met, but Terra didn't care. Her body simply hummed as he moved along. Getting close to her rear Terra shifted nervously, unsure what he was doing back there, even if it felt nice.


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#25
Inocencio found himself amused by the continued signs that the Fleta was shy, and yet accepting of what he had planned for her. It didn't occur to the male that she might be so naive as to not recognize his movements for what they were, and when a delightful whimper mixed with affection from Fleta, Inocencio assumed that meant she could handle him. Tasting the other hybrid spurred his initially slow progress to hasten, and eventually his muzzle was trying to nose around beneath the female's tail. The smell of Fleta only grew stronger with his increasingly intimate explorations, until it was all that the male coywolf could recognize.

"We'll try, just tell me if you think I'm too heavy with only your one leg." Inocencio nearly purred, his tail instinctively raising slightly in a dominant manner, while his his body would start to align itself with Fleta's, and his tongue tried to dart out toward the treasure that was so close. It was an even more blatant display of what the game was about, and just the attempt would bring a rush of excitement to Inocencio's mind.
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What was he doing, sticking his nose over there? A small growl came from Terra as she moved around yet again, craning her head to see what was happening. He was obviously very excited about whatever it was. Was it something fun? Was he taking advantage of her in some way? Terra couldn't see him gaining anything from where he was unless he was planning on rebreaking her leg. His nuzzle was firm, and his raised tail finally got a reaction from her.


Instincts told her what to do, tail moving aside as she took on a more submissive form. That felt right. She still didn't get what he was talking about, but clambering onto her did not sound like a good idea, not with her leg broken. Terra opened her mouth to protest, only to find a small yelp of pleasure escaping as his tongue darted out, touching an area that had grown very sensitive over what they were doing. It finally clicked in her head, and Terra found herself shaking slightly, want and fear battling inside her. Her first time had been from losing her head because of being in heat, and here she was ready to join with another, this one a stranger. Was she willing? Apparently so as she moved her tail, whacking him lightly.


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#27
No rejection came to smash Inocencio's lust-filled plans, his tongue trailing over Fleta's enticing opening, and the licks only continued once the female's tail flagged for him, bumping into his face on the way. After a few moments of trying ready both himself, and Fleta for what would come next, Inocencio pulled his muzzle back reluctantly. "Okay Fleta, brace yourself. I'll start slow, just tell me if you think I might be too heavy, and we can find a fallen tree or something for you to prop yourself on." the male spoke without thinking, lust obvious in his voice, and long past the point where he was considering the possibility they might not know each other quite well before the night was up.

If Fleta remained where she was, Inocencio planned to move forward after a few moments, his upper body pushing off the ground while his front paws started attempting to grapple around the other canine's thighs. Inocencio did his best to keep as much weight on his own hind legs, and would move into position slowly so that there was time to gauge how much strain he would be putting on what the excited male thought would be his first conquest.
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Terra shifted around as the licks continued, enjoying the unusual attention. It was the first time such a thing had happened to her. She'd had no idea that such a thing was possible, that she could even feel such things. He finally pulled away, a small whine escaping Terra's muzzle. Embarrassed her ears flattened down, body crouched low. How could she react so easily to him, a stranger that she'd met just moments before? It had to be a mistake, she was overreacting.


Brace? He was coming up, and Terra was not prepared. Looking around wildly Terra tried to figure out how she was going to manage this minus a leg. Digging her front legs in she braced herself against the ground, letting him slowly come up. Paws wrapped around her quarters, the first bit of pressure added. It was fine, she could handle it, but it hit too much as more was added, sending her yelping, running forward a short distance. Shuddering she looked back. S-sorry.


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#29
So close, the thing he was lusting after was nearly within his grasp. One moment he was enjoying the mind blanking taste of Fleta's hindquarters, and then she started to allow him on top of her. It was an awkward position he thought to himself, and all the more so due to her one leg not bearing any weight. At first though, Inocencio thought things would work out, but as soon as he started to put more weight on the female beneath him, all support gave out. Surprise filled the males mind, his body falling down, and narrowly missing the female who had managed to pull away.

Shaking his head of the slight daze, Inocencio felt frustration at having been denied the prize, his green eyes looking for Fleta with that unmet desire obvious. It was then that he heard the stuttering sorry, and felt compelled to soothe the awkward situation. "Its alright Fleta, I should have tried to find something for you to rest on first. We can still do that you know..." the male sweet-talked, his body hastily raised back up, and closed the distance if she did not shy further from him. "You know, I've been thinking... How would you like me to take care of you till that leg of yours healed?" Inocencio coaxed during his approach, and sought to gently lick at the female's face, and neck.

It wasn't how the male normally worked, but the thought of having ready access to a willing female seemed like a good deal, and if nothing else might convince the female to keep trying, even with the injured leg making intimacy that much harder.
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The pure want in Kit's eyes startled Terra. What was that? Was that how her own eyes looked? Was that what they were acting on? It was so strong, compelling, dark, and chaotic. It actually pulled Terra closer to him, rather than scaring her off. She loved those dangerous edges, not knowing if it would slice her if she got too close. 'Fleta' would probably have turned tail and ran at the sight. Terra was made out of stronger stuff though, and found herself wishing to explore the world that glistened in his dark eyes.


Kit came over, licking her face and assuring her that it was just fine, the failed attempt. Finding herself wishing to experience it now instead of just being dragged around at his pace Terra nodded her head, eyes scanning the area for something she could use for support. It sucked that her leg was broken, getting in the way of so many things. She smiled at his words, shaking her head. She was certainly getting a lot of offers to be cared for from males lately. His was definitely the most tempting by far, but she was loyal to her pack, and would stay there.


Limping over to a fallen tree Terra leaned over it, turning to glance back at him. Shy again at what she was inviting him to do she silently asked him if this was okay, if this would allow them to continue.


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#31
Inocencio had figured that the painful first attempt would cause the seemingly shy female to run, or at least not agree to continuing. Inocencio had started to consider the possibility he would just have to settle for affectionate licks, and hope that she would stay with him till the broken leg was not an issue. So it came as a surprise to the green-eyed male when she not only allowed his soothing licks, but nodded at the suggestion of trying again. Happiness at the reply was evident in Inocencio's eagerly wagging tail, and playful grin.

Like a lost puppy, Inocencio followed behind Fleta, his eyes fixated only on the female in front of him, and watched with anticipation as she found a fallen tree to lean over. The look that he received was an invitation in the male's mind, his heart racing at being asked, even if it was non-verbally. "Your quiet Fleta, I'm not going to bite, especially someone as beautiful as you are." Inocencio spoke with lust in his voice, while closing the last bit of distance between the two canines. Muzzle darted out to try teasing a little more with his tongue, but impatience led to the male coywolf trying to climb on top of the stranger that he was thinking of ways to keep around.

Front paws sought out just the right place to curl, while Inocencio would try draping his head up near Fleta's own, his hips starting to lightly buck out of instinct.
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Terra grinned at Kit's words. What she wished to speak was sitting right there on her tongue, but that wasn't Fleta. Fleta would never say something so bold and challenging, and Fleta was who she had come as tonight. Thanks. I'm just...unsure. It was the truth. Even if he did manage to set her blood boiling Terra had never experienced things like this before. She had no idea how he had managed to trigger it, but the way that he touched her seemed to be involved.


The tongue flickered out, teasing her again, making her as impatient as she was. Kit managed to get on top of her this time, and Terra braced herself, legs working to keep balanced. It worked this time, the pain lacking as she managed to keep the injured leg off the ground. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it was all forgotten as Kit proceeded to introduce her to a world that she'd never been before except in that one heated moment, hormones overriding common sense. It was amazing, Terra whining and growling with pleasure as time moved on.


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#33
OOC: Takes place next morning

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The feel of morning's first light breaking through the trees was what woke Inocencio, his groggy brain trying to remember why it was he was sleeping mostly out in the open, next to a tree. It only took a moment for the warmth beside him to register, and the male to remember the incredible night he had experienced with Fleta, causing a smile to form on the Optime's face. She had been his first, though the male wasn't about to admit as much to Fleta, and had shifted back to Optime curled up beside the injured female to share warmth. Waking up beside a female was a new experience too, and one that he wondered about how to keep getting.

"Rise and shine Fleta" the male whispered softly, while he tried to nuzzle at the Lupus. Inhaling at the same time, to draw in the pleasant mixture of both their scents. Part of the male still rejected the idea of escorting the female to her pack, when there was no guarantee of a reward, let alone that he would ever see the female again. That faint possibility she would agree to keep seeing him though, that was what had kept him from sneaking away in the morning, or even wandering off the moment he had consumed both his share of the turkey, and Fleta as well.

Was that what his father had always warned him about? He wondered to himself, while waiting to see if Fleta responded to him.
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Terra was having a very pleasant dream about talking to the turkey what it was like to be eaten. Kit was there too, softly nuzzling her and promising to give her more of the sweet feelings that he'd given to her last night. It had felt so good. A sigh escaped her as she pressed happily into the warm body. The soft voice was met by her ear twitching, slowly working her way into her mind, deciding whether or not it was worth getting her up for.


Remembering that Kit wasn't just someone who gave her good feelings, but a scoundrel as well, Terra sat up, looking around. The turkey was gone, probably devoured while she was sleeping. Drat. She had been so determined to keep the turkey for herself. If only he hadn't distracted her. Granted, it had been a very pleasant distraction, but it was still a distraction. Her mind slowly refocused, remembering that she was supposed to be Fleta, and rather shy. Large green eyes turned to Kit, ears flattening a little at the memory of what had happened last night. Good morning. The turkey's gone. I guess we won't be having breakfast together. Terra pushed herself to her feat, exaggerating the wince from the pain shooting through her.


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#35
Feeling Fleta press into him, even if it was probably just a reaction to some dream she was having, it felt good, and brought a light smile to Inocencio's face. The feeling was short-lived however, as she sat up, taking the warmth away from him, and the male watched her seem to look for something. Locking eyes with the shy Fleta, the male felt desire, want, but her words distracted him before the feelings could grow too strong. For some reason, there was a hint of regret that he had not left some of the turkey, since eating breakfast together certainly sounded like a good way to keep the female around him.

Trying to not look a little frustrated at that lack of foresight on his part, Inocencio responded with an attempted lick at Fleta's face, and also justification for why he ate all of the turkey "I'm sorry, I should have saved some for you, but since I'll be carrying you to your pack, I thought it might be a good idea for me to have plenty of energy... since I used a bit last night.". It was a lie of course, he had not thought of needing energy to carry Fleta ahead of time, but it seemed like a good way to impress the female, and mentioning their mutual fun was just to see how she responded.

While waiting on Fleta's reaction, Inocencio sat up, and then moved into a crouch, his arms moving into position to carry Fleta, but nodding at his arms to wait for her to move where he could lift up.
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The look of surprise and frustration on his face at her words almost made Terra laugh. It seemed he rather liked Fleta, and hadn't thought about that possibility. She wondered if he would be disappointed to find out who she really was. She hoped not. Fleta was just an act, not real. Her face was licked, bringing her tail wagging. Doing her best to calm down again Terra listened to his explanation, trying not to laugh at how flimsy it was. Terra didn't know how much energy last night's activities had cost him, finding herself rather tired and happy afterwards. It wasn't the reason for eating the turkey though. That was just him being true to his nature.


Acting as Fleta Terra ducked her head shyly at the mention of what they had done. She had rather enjoyed it, everything new inside her. Just thinking about it actually made her nervous, still not too sure what to think about it. She had liked it, it was just so new, something she didn't know what to do with. Kit moved into a crouch, and Terra happily moved over, clambering into his arms. This had been her end goal, getting him to carry her back. Even if she was supposed to be getting him to carry the turkey as well. Thanks. I hadn't realized it would take so much energy... Terra wondered how often one could do that sort of thing if it was so draining. My pack's east of here, on the coast.


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#37
OOC: I think they would be actually heading southeast wouldn't they? Since they are in Ethereal Eclipse, and headed for Cour De Miracles right? Less shes just wanting to keep him around longer, by having him head west, instead of southeast? Tongue

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There was something desirable about the shy looks that Fleta occasionally would give him, and just the thought that he was more experienced with intimate fun made Inocencio happy. While suspicions had risen during the other night, regarding Fleta's behavior, the amazing experience he had shared with her was enough to make him forget everything else. Inocencio couldn't help but grin at how eagerly Fleta climbed into his arms, but said nothing while lifting the Lupus upward, and trying to adjust her so that he could carry her with his arms supporting the female's back.

"It was a little tiring, but very worth it... I wouldn't mind seeing you again, maybe get to know each other even better." Inocencio teased back, his grin obvious, and would crane his neck down to nuzzle at Fleta if he was able. Taking the first step on the journey to get Fleta back to her pack, it was part of Inocencio's plan to shower the other canine with affection during the fairly short trip. It had got into the male Optime's head that he should try and leave as much of an impression as possible, that meeting her again was something he wanted.
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Kit lifted the small coyote off the ground. Terra did her best to stay still, not wanting to end up on the ground if she wriggled around too much. Shadow might have been able to keep his grip on a moving Terra, but he was also much larger, and easily able to stop the injured female. His arms wrapped around her Terra settled in, liking how close he was, and able to see a view that she couldn't currently enjoy while her leg was healing. With her head where it was she could lean back, hearing how fast his heart was beating.


He liked it? Even if she'd been inexperienced? Terra's tail wagged softly at the thought. Hearing that he wanted to see her again wasn't as easy for her to accept. She was lying to him, and as entertaining as he was Fleta was rather boring, and Terra would rather be herself. The soft muzzles along her ruff were nice. She turned her head, licking at his muzzle gently before remembering that she didn't want him to get distracted, wanting to actually end up home and not taking a break halfway there.


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OOC: Feel free to decide when they get there Tongue

IC:

Kit happily carried the furry burden in his arms, enjoying the same warmth that he had experienced through the night. Distracting was one way to describe what the male felt, and at a few points had nearly lost track of his own slight course change while giving his shows of affection, but feeling a lick across his muzzle from Fleta was what caused his heart to thump a little more loudly then it would have needed for walking. If not for her silence on meeting the female again, Kit would have been without a care in the world, but he knew that showing too much interest was a good way to get the tables turned. He liked what Fleta had been able to offer him, even more then the male thought was possible.

"Your quiet again Fleta, can I just fill in the blanks with what I'd like to hear?" Kit teased at the lack of a response, and added with a mischievous glint in his green eyes "That you'd love to meet me again?". It was wishful thinking perhaps, but even if she had not bit at the idea of him taking care of her, Kit was at least going to investigate the possibility of getting more of what he had experienced, from Fleta if he could manage it. Attention more on Fleta then where he was going, aside from the occasional glance to be sure there were not any trees to be run into, Kit wasn't entirely certain how far they had to go.
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OOC here.

Meeting Kit again was unlikely in Terra's mind, especially the chances of him meeting 'Fleta'. It had been an act, and one that had worked very well. Well, she'd stopped acting the instant he'd shown interest in her, shy and very puzzled by what he was doing. She'd enjoyed it, and that had to count for something. Still, that shy behavior wasn't normally her. She smiled up at him, again tempted to break character and show him what she was really like. It would be nice. She kept her voice quiet, acting like it was a shy admission.


Turning her head Terra looked, tail wagging as the sight of her pack came into sight. Holding still grew difficult at this point, even knowing that she couldn't run home like she wanted to. There it is! The pack of miracles. Terra couldn't hide the pride and love in her voice. It was a lot to her, a pack that let her roam and be as mischievous as she pleased, not even batting an eye when she came back with items she couldn't have possibly gained without stealing.


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