Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna & Chrystal)
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				Title: <strong>Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 20:41:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.localfoxes.net/chubbygirls/531chubby1130/01.jpg)</div>"...For I am a slave to Jeeeesuuuus,<br>"Jesus own's my soooooul,<br>"And when I get to heeeeeaven,<br>"To serve Him is my gooooal!"<br><br>The last worship song ended, and I stood up, cancelling the words from the giant flat screen display on the wall behind me. "Thank you all for coming. Please stay for coffee afterwards. If you are parked in the car park, please wait until those parked on the street have left, as it helps to reduce congestion." I accessed my implant and pulled up a couple of late notices from the Church's network server. "The fourteen to sixteen group is meeting for lunch in Ian Fenton's house. Young Mothers are meeting on Monday night, instead of Tuesday, at Kelly McLanian's, and the Same Gender Group will meet at Graham and Trevor Price's instead of at my place this Wednesday.<br><br>"And now, May the Grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the Love of God, and the Fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us all, now and for ever more, Amen". The congregation joined me automatically in The Grace, and as soon as it was finished, the church erupted in noise and movement. This was probably my favourite part of the service. I made my way to the back of the church, greeting people as I did. Someone brought me a coffee and I sipped it dutifully. Part of me wished they wouldn't, or that the church committee would approve the purchase of a proper coffee maker and some real coffee, instead of this cheap instant stuff. At least I had prevailed on them to use real milk!<br><br>I glanced out of the doors to the foyer where the congregation's pets were tethered. I caught Amelia's eye and smiled at her. Just then someone came up to me to introduce a newcomer to the church and I pulled my attention back inside.<br><br>It was a good hour later when, finally, I managed to get out of the building, turning off the lights behind me. In the foyer I pulled Amelia to me and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "Sorry I was longer than usual, sweetie. Let's go home." I smiled and unfastened her leash from the bar, and tapped her playfully on the chastity belt she wore in public. "I might have a special treat for you when we get home".<br><br>I led her to my car and slid into the passenger seat. Of course, modern cars drive themselves practically, which was the only reason that furries were allowed to drive at all. All she needed to do was press the go pedal and steer to get us out of the car park, until the drive computer engaged with the under-road guidance system, and then watch to make sure the computers didn't glitch. Driving was now one hundred percent safe and one hundred percent boring.<br><br>But I didn't mind. I was too tired after a service to drive myself. I just wanted to get home and enjoy the company of my beautiful lynx. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 02:27:00</strong>
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				What does it take to go to heaven? I always wondered that question. Miss Morton always preached about simply believing in Jesus and being a good person. I believed in him, and I never did wrong to anybody. Would I go to heaven with my mistress as well? I always pondered this question. Every week I listened to my owner preach, and the more I listen, the more I wonder.<br><br>All of these thoughts vanished for just a moment as my owner returned to me. She pulled me close, always grabbing and gently petting my fur coat. I closed my eyes and our lips connected. As I reopened my glance to the world, I saw her smiling. That alone made me happy.<br><br>I followed her closely to her car and moved into the passenger seat. Anything that would make mistress happy or relaxed I would do. As I sat down on the cushioned chair, I was reminded of the belt she made me wear. I never understood why I had to wear the itchy, dreadful contraption. I pressed the touch screen, typing in the code to return to Miss Morton's residence. Several cars parked nearby began to leave in order, all perfectly controlled by the government's new traffic system. Ours followed, moving steadily down the car ways at the slow, steady pace of a hundred miles an hour.<br><br>"M-Mistress Morton? I was listening from the foyer today and something has been on my mind. When I die, will I go to heaven with you? I mean, will we be in heaven together? I believe in Mr. Jesus and I'm a good person, aren't I?" She had put it so simply, and even added in the proper manner to Jesus. Amelia had always been told to use her manners to make her mistress look good, and she tried her best to obey. She put her eyes straight forward, not looking at Katharine. The last time she had taken her eyes off of the road, Katharine had her pull off the road way and spanked her countless times. She never would forget it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 21:31:59</strong>
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				I was staring out of the window watching the scenery flash past as the car drove itself. I kept track of where we were and what was happening around us via my implant. An almost unheard-of accident on the freeway, caused by someone arguing with the car's AI about the correct direction - some older folks still think they know how to drive better that the machines - was causing a small tailback and I checked, wordlessly, with the AI. It had an alternate route already planned and was actually about to contact me - as the sole human occupant of the car - to ask for approval.<br><br>I approved the detour, and went back to the scenery, until suddenly Amelia spoke up. "Heaven? What? Uh..." The question had caught me entirely off guard as I was actually thinking about sharing a nice hot bath with the furry. That was my idea, right then, of heaven. "Uh... I don't know. I don't think so, why?"<br><br>I spoke without thinking. I blame it on the fact that I was tired and that Amelia had blind-sided me. Even as I said the words, I realised that it was probably not the best answer. Felines are bright, agile and armed with sharp retractable claws when used, as mine was, for bodyguard duty. Not that I was worried about the claws, but the intelligent, enquiring mind was something to be wary of. I reached out and patted the kitty on the knee. "I shouldn't let things like that worry you dear. You concentrate on the important things, like the fact that you didn't scoop your litter box this morning. I shall expect it properly cleaned out before you make me lunch, or there will be no treat. And then you will run me a bath."<br><br>I nodded. That should keep her mind of these trivial things, at least for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 21:54:28</strong>
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				I let out a short gasp. I had completely forgotten about the litter box, and the mere mention of it made me a bit embarrassed. Luckily for me, Miss Morton didn't seem too angry. "I'm sorry! I'll do just that first thing when we get back." There was nothing more embarrassing than forgetting to clean up after yourself when you're in your owner's house. "And... and then I'll make you the best lunch I can. And I'll make sure to get the bath just to the temperature you like!" I tried my best to please her. After all, the better I did, the more gentle she was. Miss Morton always treated me best when I pleased her. She would give me tasty snacks and gently pet and finger me. When things went wrong, the opposite happened. She told me it was to get me to straighten up and do things correctly. She was always right, so I deserved what I got in a way.<br><br>But still, the thought lingered in my head. If she thought I would not go to heaven with her, then wouldn't I go to hell? Miss Morton didn't preach about hell much, she tried to keep everybody thinking about heaven. But I often used to sneak into her bedroom and read her Bible. It would mention hell only for the worst of the worst! I wasn't one of those, but if I wasn't going to heaven, then would I be going to hell? My mistress seemed content, relaxing in her chair and pondering some happy thought. I didn't want to disturb her, but I felt I had to. "M-mistress? Does that mean I'm going to hell? Does that mean I'll be separated from you?" My voice was clearly a bit worried, which reflected my own personal thoughts perfectly. I never wanted to be away from her ever. Not for a moment!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 23:34:35</strong>
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				"What?" I jerked back out of my pleasant daydream for the second time. "Hell? Amelia, dear, if you want hell, I suggest you keep on the way you are going, because you are beginning to annoy me. You keep on asking things you don't need to know and I will gladly show you what hell is like! No let's hear no more on the subject"<br><br>I did have my sadistic streak, after all. It was one reason why I'd bought a furry slave in the first place. One of the first Christian Clergy in the world to do so, even while the Church leadership was still debating the morality of the issue. In the end, they came down on the side of common sense. An Anthropomorphic construct was not classified as human as long as it had less than 75% human DNA. Most of the slave classes produced had between 70 and 74 percent. Acording to Amelia's user manual, she had exactly 73.912% human. 21.107% Eurasian lynx and 4.981% Border Collie. That mix, the manual assured me, was designed to give maximum intelligence, the greatest beauty in appearance, superb agility and dexterity and absolute loyalty.<br><br>But the point was that, if furries were not human, they were not subject to laws governing humans. Instead they were subject to animal cruelty legislation. Except there was a get out. Animal cruelty laws were there to protect those creatures unable to speak for themselves from human inhumanity. But what if the animal is able to speak for itself and say that it doesn't mind the cruelty, that it enjoys it? A couple of test cases in US and European courts had ruled that sapient non-humans were exempt from said animal cruelty laws, because they were capable of saying they did not wish to be covered by them!<br><br>We arrived home and I stormed from the car, leaving Amelia to put it away. I moved quickly into the bedroom and opened the "special" cupboard, the one I kept locked except when my slave had stepped out of line. "Amelia, get in here, now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 02:01:53</strong>
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				That tone of voice wasn't uncommon coming from my mistress. I knew that every time she yelled that way, punishment was due. There were no excuses I could make. Miss Morton never accepted excuses. If I offended her, she would punish me. I programmed the car to park itself, then withdrew myself from it's seat and moved inside into my owner's abode. When my owner called me into her room, there were only two options. Firstly, she could be extremely happy and want me to spend quality time with her. Secondly, she could be fuming and ready to inflict her punishment upon me. By her yell, it was obviously the latter.<br><br>I moved to her bedroom door, cowering a tiny bit as I opened it and moved inside. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me, please don't!" I cried. I hated the pain she inflicted. Anything I could do to lessen it I would try. I heard from some of the other pets at church that if they suck up and compliment their owner, the punishment is often lessened. I tried that, and it is a complete lie. My spine shivered with anticipation as I walked into the room. The back end of my fur stood on end; not because I was aggressive, but because I was genuinely frightened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 21:46:52</strong>
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				At that look in her eye, my heart melted. She was just so sweet and cuddly. But I needed to be firm. Consistency was the key, the manual said. If she thought she could get away with something by acting in a particular way, she would use that as a means to manipulate me.<br><br>There were two case studies in the manual, one of an owner who had ended up all but slave to her pet and another of an owner who's pet had to be destroyed after it behaved inappropriately with his family, all because they allowed a look or a word or an expression to stay their hand when punishment was required.<br><br>I sent a signal from my implant to the chastity belt and it folded itself into a little grey box where Amelia's belly button should have been. I made sure my expression was stern. "On the bed, on your knees, face on the sheets, arms spread wide, tail up." I told her.<br><br>If she did as she was told, then she would be punished severely for her behaviour earlier. If she refused, or struggled, or didn't assume the correct position, I would force her into it and then punish her twice.<br><br>As soon as she was in the correct position, I selected a soft but heavy rubber paddle, and hit her hard across the behind with it. "Count them." I told her, and landed the paddle again, and again, three times in quick succession.<br><br>"That is for raising subjects that you do not need to know about".
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				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 22:38:38</strong>
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				I knew apologizing would not help me now. My owner knew that I was sorry, but I understood that punishment needed to be dealt. I walked to the bed, lifting myself onto its soft sheets. I lowered myself to my knees, and then lowered my chest to the bed covering and spread my arms. She whacked my butt three times, each about equal in power. Although my owner was a woman, she didn't hold back and was stronger than she appeared. "One...Ah! Two! Three!" I yelled, panting heavily from the pain.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I love you... I'm sorry..." My face was face down, buried in the sheets, which caused my voice to be muffled. My ass throbbed even after she restrained herself. Was she finished? I never knew. Sometimes she would go further to make sure I understood. She told me it was all to make me a better pet. I believed her, and the results showed. There were so many things that I used to do but stopped because of her leadership. She had beat the thought of heaven out of me... for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 23:11:23</strong>
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				My sweet little pet did exactly as she was told, and I finished her punishment. Just the three strokes this time. "I know you are sorry dear, and I forgive you. I love you too."<br><br>I picked up a tube of soothing ointment, squeezed some onto my fingertips and began rubbing it into the soft, ginger and black fur on her behind. My other hand began stroking her tail from base to tip. This, in my opinion, was the best part of administering a punishment: proving to my pet afterwards that I still loved her and had forgiven her.<br><br>"There, all better, yes?" I lowered my face and kissed her lower lips softly, tasting her sex. My fingers delicately invaded her soft, warm openings, noticing that, as usual, the spanking had aroused her. She couldn't help it, of course, she was built that way. I slid my fingers in and out of her slowly for a while and then pulled them away, giving her a light, playful tap on her cunt with my bare hand.<br><br>"Right, my sexy kitten. You have chores to do, and I have work to do." I wrapped her soft tail around my wrist for a moment, then headed for my study. The comp was in powersave mode and I pinged it with my implant and then down loaded my emails. There was the usual hate-male from the anti-furry lobby, the usual hate male from the anti-Christians, the usual fan male, and the usual spam. I deleted all of those and went though the emails that were of interest: a communiqué from the Bishop regarding Diocesan expenditure, a message from my vet telling me that Amelia was due for her booster jabs, and several messages from parishioners.<br><br>I set about dealing with the business of running a small Episcopalian parish church in late twenty first century USA...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 01:01:00</strong>
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				"Yes ma'am." Was all that I replied. I really wished she would have stayed with me a bit longer, but I knew she had to work to do and so did I. I removed myself from her bedroom, closing the door behind me. I knew that she always wanted her bedroom door closed, and would punish me if I ever invaded her privacy. I walked through the house until I reached the living room which contained a large television, assorted sofas, and some shelves filled with books. In one corner was my own little abode. I was lucky enough to receive a large dog house in which I slept and a litter box. Some of my close furry friends would always mention toys. Miss Morton would never buy me toys, although I had enough fun playing with her that I didn't mind. As I approached my corner, the smell of my own waste filled my rather sensitive nostrils. I instantly knew why she was so disappointed in me. She must have walked by and realized. It made me rather embarrassed to realize this, but at least she gave me a second chance. A small box of scented plastic bags was set along the book case. After disposed of the rest of my waste for the afternoon, I scooped up the pile and disposed of it in the main trash can in the adjacent kitchen. Luckily for me, my next task involved the kitchen as well. After thoroughly washing my hands, I put on a pair of disposal, plastic gloves and got to work. I always had to wear gloves when I cooked due to my hair. Several times my owner found hairs in her food that were mine. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased. I knew that Miss Morton loved large meals. She had to stay happy, and her beautiful, perfect body always seemed to be hungry. During my training I had learned several hundred recipes. Humans were hungry creatures, and cooking was one of the main jobs slaves were required to do. After around ten minutes, I managed to throw together a nice lunch for my owner. It consisted of four sausage skewers, decorated and enhanced by grilling them alongside orange peppers and onions. To compliment, I included a small bowl of lightly breaded, au gratin potatoes. Alongside the skewers was a small filet minon, rare just as she liked it. A mixture of buttered asparagus and broccoli lined the edges of the meat covered plate. I made sure to delicately plate all of the food in a perfect, almost artful posture.<br><br>On that note, I moved to one of the many bathrooms inside the large house. One in particular was my owner's bathing room. She loved warm baths, and never enjoyed taking showers. She had the house custom built with a bath tub large enough to hold five or more people comfortably. It included air jets, and I always kept it restocked on bubble bath and hygiene products. The entire room was tiled with white tile, and a large, stain glass window faced outside. It was covered in pink and red hearts that, although didn't allow vision, shined beautifully when the sun was out. The room also featured a shower, toilet, and two sinks along the far wall, although the tub was clearly the main component. Fancy, animal skin rugs lined the floor edge of the tub. I always wondered if the skin was real or fake. Knowing my mistress and her love for animals like me, I assumed it was fake. I began running the water at a warm temperature. My owner never wanted it to hot or too cold. Whenever I would make the water one of these temperature, she would punish me. I waited for the water to reach its bathing height, turned the warmer on that would keep it at a constant temperature, then left the room. <br><br>I moved back to the kitchen, grabbing her meal that was no longer too hot to eat. It was now a warm temperature and perfect for her. I hoped she would enjoy it, because I knew how much food pleased her if it was prepared to her taste. I moved back down to her study that was near her bedroom and knocked gently on the door. "Mistress? I have done all that you said. Your meal is ready, and your bath is warmed and prepared as well." For some odd reason, a slight purr escaped my lips. She never liked it when I said too much, so I kept my report at that. I lowered myself to my knees, still carrying all of the food on a tray for her if she was ready for it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 18:23:38</strong>
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				I was making a start on thinking about next week's sermon. The Episcopalian Church (or Church Of England, as it is called everywhere in the world except the USA) has a set rota of readings, and the preacher is supposed to base his or her sermon on them, but no-one ever actually told you off if you didn't. Oh, sure, in the Diocesan churches and bishoprics, yes you had to follow procedure, but my little inner city parish with it's five hundred and twenty one voting members was consistently overlooked for just about everything, which, while not good in some ways, did give me a certain amount of latitude.<br><br>I was looking at the official options for sermons and thinking, <em>It's no wonder we are loosing members to the Pentecostal churches</em>. I had an old testament reading about Israel asking for a king, a new testament reading about not trusting in earthly things, and a gospel reading about Jesus casting out demons by Beelzebub and a house divided against itself not standing. Sometimes I wondered about the people who put the lectionary together. There was a common theme in those readings, but it wasn't exactly obvious. I chuckled and shook my head when I spotted it. Trust in God, not in kings, or riches, or demons. Yeah. Like that was going to win any converts!<br><br>I was interrupted by Amelia bringing my lunch and announcing my bath was ready. "Thank you. You're a good girl". I took the tray from her and set it on my work table, reached down and cupped a hand under her chin, lifting her face so I could kiss her on the lips. "You may bring your bowl in here and eat with me if you wish, darling."<br><br>Amelia ate from a bowl on the floor, of course. She was allowed to use her paws to pick food up, but she was not allowed any implements. I was really impressed with the new range of slave foods that Pedigree Petfoods had brought out. Whiskas Feline Anthro range was reasonably cheap, conveniently packaged, could be microwave heated or eaten cold, and actually tasted reasonable. Yes, I had tasted it. Amelia's user manual specifically said that a furry's owner should never feed her pet anything she wasn't at least prepared to taste, and that tasting it in front of the pet lent confidence to the relationship.<br><br>One pet food maker had almost gone bankrupt when they failed to realise this and had been forced to change all their recipes overnight, because slave owners were refusing to buy them!<br><br>I sat and ate, and considered things. And Amelia's questions came back to me. I had become angry, because I had no answer. There was no official answer. Furries were animals, not people. They therefore did not count. They were property. They had no rights, no say, no voice, no vote, no religion, no god. Except, of course, they did have gods. We humans had created them in our image just as God had created us in His. But whereas He had breathed life into us by his Spirit and thus given us Spirits, we had simply modified existing animals to give them human-like traits. We had not, surely, transferred any part of our Spirits into them?<br><br>I didn't know, and thus I was frustrated.<br><br>Still a nice long hot bath would settle that. I finished my dinner, stood and stretched in a way that people have told me was more feline than human, then headed for the bathroom, taking my clothes off as I did and dropping them where they fell. Amelia would pick them up and launder them. In the bathroom I blessed the inventor of the self heating bath. No more worrying about the water going cold! Naked, I slid into the fragrant water and sighed softly. "Amelia?" I called out, the usual hard edge to my voice when I was going to make her do something she might object to. "Get in here, get in the bath and lick me out, now!" Cats and water... if she refused, I would punish her much harder, though, because I wanted that wonderful rough tongue between my legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 03:25:55</strong>
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				I grabbed the clothes my master had disposed of, folding them perfectly and setting them by the door for cleaning later. At her request, I immediately responded. "Yes ma'am!" I didn't exactly love bathing, but I knew she did. It wasn't our first time in the tub together, and with each passing time I grew more accustomed to the water. I hated how it wet down and settled in my fur. Simply awful!<br><br>I lifted and let myself slowly lower into the warm tub. The temperature was perfect, that I could tell. It made me relieved to think that she wouldn't be angry about that. I waded over to her, all of my fur now becoming wet besides my head. I took a breath and moved under water. My paws rested on the insides of her thighs, and although my eyes were shut, I could tell where her slit was. I gently nudged my nose against the flaps of her flesh, followed by a few soft licks. I came up for a breath of air, then continued. I never asked if I should stop. Whenever I did, she would get mad and tell me I would stop when she told me too. It was a complicated business, licking her underwater, but I tried my best to satisfy her. As each round went on, I began to stay under longer and lick more thoroughly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 20:24:57</strong>
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				The fact that my pretty little lynx would actually drown herself for me if I asked her to, that was something special. She kept lapping at me, pausing for air every so often, not complaining, as my hips began to move. I felt my passion building steadily as that hot rough tongue lapped steadily at my slit, and soon I was close. Amelia came up for air once more and this time when she slid back under the water I clamped my thighs hard around her head, and placed a hand on top, fingers entwined in her hair.<br><br>This time she was not coming back up until I climaxed.<br><br>Fortunately for the sweet little furball, I was very, very close. It only took about a minute before I was gasping and writhing in the water, still holding her face against my cunny as I climaxed. But asI relaxed I spread my legs again and tugged gently on her hair, pulling the lynx-girl up. I put both hands under her armpits and hauled her up me, her wet fur trailing across my naked belly and chest. I relaxed back into the warm water, Amelia lying on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her tenderly.<br><br>"Good girl"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 21:49:09</strong>
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				I didn't say anything, I simply enjoyed the kindness she gave me. I wrapped my arms around her body, hugging her gently. She was rather round, but I found that to be beautiful. Our lips touched, and our tongues shared their tastes. My fur was soaked and laid down flat on my body, making me appear much different than normal. I felt her thick fingers wrap around me as well, often slowly stroking my wet fur. Finally, while resting my head on her shoulder, I spoke up. "You are the most beautiful human, no, creature alive. I'm so happy with you. Are you happy too? Is there anything else I can do for you?" I simply wanted to please her. Whenever she smiled, I felt so happy inside. Plus, her slit tasted delicious. It was much better than my daily meals, even underwater. I knew not to move though when she was holding me. She had a habit of simply cuddling with me, and it was a perfect feeling that I always enjoyed. She seemed to have forgotten my misdeeds earlier, which made me content as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 17:28:42</strong>
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				I finally climbed out of the bath because my skin was beginning to wrinkle. I pulled the plug and stood on the soft mat while Amelia dried me off, then lapped herself dry. That afternoon I spent going over the final details of our evening service. We had a guest speaker, and I was interested to hear what he would say. A real fire-and-brimstone guy, or so I understood. He had been told off by the Archbishop more than once, for the way he preached about hell, a place the Episcopalian church no longer acknowledged the existence of.<br><br>He had been invited by my bishop, with whom I often didn't see eye to eye, to speak, and to my surprise the more conservative elements on the parish council had voted in favour, carrying the day against the liberal majority who had mostly abstained. I shook my head at the memory. and dressed more conservatively than normal, putting my dog collar on for the first time in months.<br><br>I grinned at Ame as she looked at it in wonder. "Yes, dear, it is a slave collar, the same as yours, only mine marks me as a slave to my Lord and master, Jesus Christ, while your collar marks you as a slave to your mistress, me." I beckoned her to follow, and we headed back to the car and I let her drive me back to the church.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 01:36:29</strong>
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				The drive was nearly the same as before. The church was like a second home to me, since I almost always traveled with my mistress. She didn't want me to leave her sight, and I didn't want to anyways. The collars weighed heavily on my mind as I programmed the car to transport us to the church. If her collar signified her service to Jesus, and she would be with and serve Jesus when she died, did that mean I would serve her when I died too? She said my collar meant the same thing. They were the same.<br><br>"Miss Morton?" I stammered as we entered into the church building. We had parked nearby and traveled to the front doors together. I knew I was to be tied up shortly since animals were not allowed in the main building. "If your collar means you serve Jesus and will be with him when you die, does that mean since I have one that makes me yours I will serve you after I die too? So we will be together?" I had the brightest smile on my face I think I may have ever held. I was so happy. Finally she would confirm that we'd be together forever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 23:55:37</strong>
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				Suddenly she totally threw me. Did she really think that? I was stumped. How on earth was I to answer that? "Uh... Amelia, dear, I really don't..." But a taxi pulled up and a white haired man in a dark suit, wearing a broad brimmed hat, climbed out of it. He looked at me, saw the collar on my neck, even as I saw the collar on his, and then his eyes fell on my pet.<br><br>"Abomination!" He hissed.<br><br>I quickly fastened Ame's leash to a pet ring and straightened up. "What?" My voice was hostile. The friendly greeting I had prepared for Jerome Tyler died on my lips.<br><br>"Abomination!" He repeated. "Creation of man's tinkering with nature. Soulless golems of animated flesh that walk the earth, tempting mankind into abominable sins! I can see I shall have my work cut out for me..." And he swept past me into the church. <br><br>"Now just a minute!" I strode after him, leaving Amelia in her proper place. "What exactly do you mean by that?"<br><br><hr><br>The service that evening was distinctly disturbing. I had sent our song list to "Saint Jerome", as he was rather scathingly called amongst the liberal clergy, when I had learned he would be speaking. After he had lectured me on the evils of tampering with nature and assured me that I would burn in hell unless I repented and had the abomination destroyed, he had presented me with a play list of some of the oldest and most drear hymns from the century before last. This all took place out of Amelia's hearing, thank God. I know she was only a furry, but I did care for her quite deeply.<br><br>As the service went on I could see a large number of the younger element in the congregation growing distinctly restless. And then Jerome stood up to speak. Or rather, preach. And preach he did, with such captivating fury that even I was enthralled and listened with rapt attention.<br><br>He began by reading from Deuteronomy, one of the passages that was actually proscribed by the General Synod, all about stoning to death those who engaged in "unnatural" acts. And then he launched his tirade.<br><br>I knew he was attacking me, personally, on at least two levels, even if he only knew about one of them. He was condemning me to hell for my sexuality, something which it was biologically proven that a person had no more control over than the colour of their eyes. Oh sure, you could wear coloured contacts, but your eyes were still the same colour underneath.<br><br>But then he started to attack the furry owners in the church, and he <em>knew</em> that I was one of them.<br><br>"... For these creatures that man hath made? They are abominations before the Lord. They should be destroyed, put down. Those that make them will burn in everlasting hell-fire, and those that own such abominable things shall surely join the makers of such if they do not repent! And what of the creatures themselves? They have no souls. They cannot appear for judgement before The Lord, for they are but animals. Each creature will be judged according to its kind. ACCORDING TO ITS KIND! What kind are these? I tell you, they have NO kind. They are neither man nor are they beast. They have no soul!"<br><br>With a sudden shock of horror, I realised that his words could clearly be heard in the foyer, where all the furies were tethered. I watched as a dozen or more parishioners stood up and walked out. "SEE THE SINNERS RUN!" He screamed it them. "They run because they are afraid! Afraid of the coming judgement. But there is no where to run no where to hide! For know, your sins will find you out!"<br><br>I sat, horrified, rooted to the spot. I couldn't move, even when he wrapped up his verbal bombardment and sat down. Everyone looked at me expectantly, and I...<br><br>I stood up, walked the two steps over to where Jerome sat, leering smugly at me, spat in his face, then swept from the church. I untied my pet, my anger barely kept in check, and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Come on, sweetie, I'll drive".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 01:22:23</strong>
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				I felt my owner's fingers dig into my fur as she embraced me. They were gentle, but I shivered at their touch. Had she lied to me this whole time? Was I really just a creature without a soul? Reality struck me hard. At first I didn't want to believe it. But the images of my owner telling me not to think about my soul's situation kept reappearing in my mind. Did she not want me to think of it because this was the real answer?<br><br>I was distraught. <br><br>She had never offered to drive before. We approached the car, and she lifted herself into the driver's seat. I had never seen her move at such speed. She normally took her time, but her walk had increased several fold. For the first time I my life I sat on the side opposite of the controls.<br><br>I couldn't stand to look at her. Had she lied to me this whole time? Was I really doomed to hell? I looked out the window, but I thought nothing of what I saw. My mind was locked on the matter of what the old man had said... It would have been obvious that I was not only hurt but extremely frightened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 11:01:43</strong>
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				The drive home was tense and silent. I spent the entire time trying to keep my anger in check. At one point the car's computer system slowed us to allow another vehicle to emerge and then that vehicle didn't accelerate and I yelled "Get a move on you stupid old fart!" As if this were the twentieth century and the old man behind the controls was actually driving.<br><br>Finally we made it home and I parked the car. I scooped Amelia into my arms and literally carried her into the house, holding her tight. I sat her on my bed, the one we shared from time to time, sat next to her abd gently caressed her ears while trying to think of a way to repare the damage done to her by an unthinking, unfeeling, uncaring zealot.<br><br>"Amie, I am so sorry. If I'd known what that ... Bastard was going to say, I would never have let him come to the church. I am also really sorry for not answering your questions sooner. But it is because I... well I don't know the answers. That man, he doesn't know either. Oh, he thinks he does, but if anyone is going to hell it is him."<br><br>I held her close feeling her shaking, letting her feel my warmth and love for her. "In a way, I suppose it's a good thing, because we get to have this talk properly, but I do wish we'd had it earlier. I am really sorry, dear".<br><br>I stood up and pulled off the collar I wore, flinging it into a corner. I had no more desire to be chained to the same church as that man as be chained to the mast of a sinking ship. I began to pace, trying to get my thoughts and emotions under control, then I stopped, knelt in front of the seated feline and took her paws in both my hands. "What he said? That you don't have a soul? I don't think that's true. You love me, don't you? And I love you. How can something without a soul love? Computers - AIs - they have no souls, and they have no emotions. They don't even think, really. They aren't alive. You are...."<br><br>I took a breath and then did something I wasn't supposed to do. "Amie, do you understand what a hypothetical situation is? Where we pretend that something is true, even though it isn't, just to see what would happen if it were?" That was a deep question, and Amie was in a state of near panic. I just hoped that my loving her and talking of love had calmed her sufficiently, because this was a deep philosophical subject which she had raised herself, and I didn't have an answer to, so for her to understand she needed to be calm and as rational as she was capable of being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 01:44:35</strong>
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				I raised myself from my master's bed and crawled to her feet. Extending my paws, I stopped her pacing and hugged her leg.<br><br>"Of course I love you. I'll always love you. I'm only worried because I'm afraid I won't be with you forever. I think I will because I can't imagine life without with. Life without you would be dreadful."<br><br>I looked up at her, my eyes watering slightly. I was emotional, which was something I was sometimes told not to be by my teachers in my early years. "Please, I hate to see you worried. Relax, let me take care of you. Do you need anything?"<br><br>I didn't realize it at the time but even in that dreadful moment I was reverting to my servant habits. I wanted her to be happy, even though the topic was of my ultimate damnation. <br><br>I did want to know of my fate, but if she didn't know, then who would? I had to find an answer, but my owner's feelings were more important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 20:55:57</strong>
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				What a dear. She was so totally unselfish that, amidst all her trauma, she was only thinking of me. That was, I quicky realised, because she was programmed to think that way. She had encountered something she wasn't able to cope with and had done the behavioural equivalent of running home to mother. Her core behavioural programming was to serve, and so that was what she was doing.<br><br>Did I need anything? Yes... "Yes, sweetie, I need you to listen to me, keep calm and understand, okay?"<br><br>I sat close, pulled her into my lap and gently pushed two fingers into her slit, to relax her. "Now, think. To go to heaven you need to have a soul, right? But logically, to go to hell, you also need to have a soul. If you don't, then when you die you don't go anywhere. It is the immortal soul that lives on after the body dies. So, I don't want you to worry about it, okay? If you don't have a soul, then when you die you aren't going to be separated from me, because you won't be anywhere, but you will live on in my heart and in my memory, and in that way, you will be with me for ever."<br><br>I paused and kissed her on the nose. "But I believe you have a soul, as I already said. Now, if you go to hell because of what you are, dear, then I will be going to hell right along with you. But I don't believe that will happen either. Jesus forgives us our sins and he delights in love, and so, because we love each other, I believe we will spend eternity together, enjoying our love and the love of the Lord".<br><br>And then I pushed Amelia down onto the bed and did something I usually only do when she has been a very good kitty. I lifted her legs, spread them wide and buried my face between them, lapping furiously at her sex, sucking her clit, pushing a finger hard into her tight little tail hole, burying my tongue as deep as I could inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 16:20:43</strong>
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				My owner's soothing words really struck home for me. Nearly all of my doubts seemed to vanish. Not only did her words comfort me, but I really believed them to sound true and logical.<br><br>I was further led into believing them by her next actions. She rarely enjoyed my body in such a way, and she normally only did so when I had done something extraordinary. I laid back on the bed and she spread my legs to the sides. She thrust her face against my sex, beginning to lick and suck on my body. Her licking was amazing, and if anybody asked, the most enjoyable feeling in the world. I couldn't wait to see how much of my hair around my slit was wet with her saliva after that moment.<br><br>I let out soft purrs of pleasure, my head rolling back and forth as I tried to contain my urge to squirm in excitement. My tail curled over her back, partially because I loved to rub my tail against her, and partially because I hoped to move it out of the way of her hand. One of her fingers pressed against my back hole, quickly shoving itself inside as she probed at my body. Her fingers were rather short and stubby, but I learned quickly to love them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 18:00:29</strong>
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				I took the time to make sure Ame climaxed. She deserved it. She was a good kittie and what that arsehole Jerome had said to her was not goiung to be allowed to damage her psych.<br><br>But even while I was comforting my pet, I knew I would have to stop soon, and get to work. There was damage to be undone in other places in my flock.<br><br>As soon as Ame climaxed I stood up, picked a cat hair off my tongue, wiped my face and a retreived the messages that had been piling up on my implant.<br><br>*beeep* <em>Hello, pastor? It's Jo McFierson. Please can you come over as soon as possible? It's Mak. He's gone almost cataonic and I don't know what to do? Please, I realise you have Ame to deal with, but please come?</em><br><br>*beeep* <em>Pastor Morton, please, you have got to help. Loise is crying and wailing and won't stop... Please, I need to talk to you urgently...</em> I guessed that was from Mike Somerton, who owned a squirrel called Loise.<br><br>*beeep* <em>Kath? Hi it's Trev. Was that idiot for real? I don't blame you for leaving like that, but I wish you hadn't, things got ... well, let's say we are likely to have a constitutional crisis. The conservatives are going to call a Parish Council meeting. I think they want to get rid of you, and then make things so bad for the rest of us that we leave too. Anyway, just so you know, that's what I was hearing after. Only about a third, but they are a powerful third. So you know, okay? Call me.</em><br><br>*beeep* <em>Katharine, it's Andrea. I think you owe Reverend Jerome an apology for treating him like that after such an excellent sermon. I shall be expecting to hear from you.</em> That was Andrea Prouse, the ultra-conservative activist and elected head of the PC, only because no one wanted the job badly enough to stand against her. <br><br>*beeep* <em>Miss Morton? Please, it's Len. Master is so upset....&nbsp; I... I don't know what to.... please? He's.... he's saying the things that nasty man said.... Please, Miss Morton, you have to.... Uh, Master, no, I was.... I was cleaning it...</em><br><br>"Holy shit!" I jumped up and headed for the door. "Amie, come quickly". Mark Thompson was not the most stable of my parishioners. His parents had bought him a cute male feline called Len as a protector and someone to keep an eye on him. Len was the highest grade of furry, 74.999% human DNA, and with the most expensive type of pre-programming. Len was more than capable of deciding for himself that Jerome's speech was a load of hogwash. Not so Mark. Mark Thompson was one of those people who believed everything he was told, including stuff that was blatantly not true and completely contradicted what he had been told two minutes earlier.<br><br>He lived literally just down the road from me, and the two of them were regular attenders at my Same Sex Group meetings. Unfortunately there was the river in between us, and while my side was quite a nice area, the other side was not somewhere you wanted to be out alone after dark...<br><br>I drove, with the car on manual, not trusting the cables in this part of town. I pulled up outside the apartment block and climbed out. To find my path blocked by three youths. "Hey priddy lay-dee, wat choo dooeen dis parda down?"<br><br>I didn't have time for this. "Amelia? Claws!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 01:53:52</strong>
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				My claws extended from the tips of my paw and I lunged forward. I had never practiced fighting really, so I always thought it came instinctively. There were three young boys. It was dark, but I could tell that one was taller than the other two and stood in the middle. He had been the one to speak, so I assumed he was the leader of the little group. I heard one mumble a remark about my species, which made me decide to deal with him first. The two on the edges were unarmed, but the taller one had a baseball bat. <br><br>It didn't matter. I rushed forward, reverting to my natural talent of dashing forward on all fours. I jumped up and, before the three could react, clawed up one of their faces rather nicely. It was nothing fatal, but it would surely land the kid in the hospital, not to mention leave some scars. He screamed rather excessively, blood running down parts of his face. I was going to quickly remove him from the pain, but he instead turned his tail and began to run into the darkness that loomed over the area. I assumed it was to return to his parent. I bet he was going to have a fun time explaining those wounds.<br><br>I felt a strong force bring itself down upon my right shoulder and looked up to see the baseball bat. A shot of pain released itself into me, but that quickly faded as I felt the other boy grab around my waist. "Fat, ugly kitty!" He smirked. It was true that I was slightly above the average weight due to my owner's generosity and my own means, but I took this rather offensively. I broke free from his grasp easily and turned to do the same to him as I did to his pal. I clawed at his face, and even let out a sharp growl as I dug my teeth into his arm as he tried to throw a punch. He fainted, falling lifelessly to the pavement.<br><br>I turned to the last remaining member. I let out another low toned growl and began to step towards him. I dove at his legs, tripping him to the ground face forward. I moved over his back and wrapped my muscled arm around him. The silly boys should have realized that I had a much stronger body. With one arm I slowly stopped his breathing, all the while stroking his head with my other paw just like my mistress would do to me. My butt stuck up in the air and my tail swirled around playfully as he slowly went unconscious.<br><br>I turned back to my owner and stood back on my own two legs. I hugged her arm, hoping she was satisfied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 23:43:45</strong>
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				I had never seen a bodyguard furry in action before - oh, sure I'd seen the dramas on TV, who hadn't? And I'd watched the instructional vid that came with Amelia's manual, that did include a sequence of an anthro bodyguard practising on a mannequin, but I'd never seen one actually fight before now. The whole thing was over in less than ten seconds.<br><br>One of the youths hit Amie with a baseball bat that he had been planning to use on me, no doubt, but damn if she didn't just shrug it off. I heard one of them insult my pretty little pet, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth than he was unconscious on the floor and Amie was choking the life out of the third gang member.<br><br>"Enough, pet. Don't kill them." I was reasonably sure she couldn't, it was part of her programming. She could only kill if it was the only way to protect me. And even as I spoke, my wonderful pet was standing up and hugging me. "Well done dear." I had already put in a call to the police via my implant, but with the world the way it was, they were always busy, especially in this part of the city. I put an arm around her, then held her away as I inspected her shoulder. The bones were unbroken, I could tell that much, but she did flinch a little as I prodded the area. "I'll get you an icepack for that as soon as we get home, dear. That was very impressive. The police are on their way, but we need to get inside and see Mister Thompson and Len. That's why we're here. I've explained it to the authorities and they understand. Come on love".<br><br>I don't think I'd ever called her love before, but she had just saved my life and may have saved two, possibly three. She deserved a medal.<br><br>I hurried into the apartment building and used the security override that Mark's parents had given me to get into his apartment. "Mark, it's Pastor Morton, are you here?" <br><br>"P... Pastor? How... I was going to call you..." The voice came from the kitchen and I hurried in. The site that met my eyes was bad, but not as horrific as it at first appeared. Len was on his knees, catatonic and shivering, hands clasped as if he were praying. The male feline's eyes were closed and his ears were down. His chest fur was blotched red in places.<br><br>The reason for that was his owner, standing behind him. Mark's left hand was gripping Len's head hair, pulling his head back. Mark's right hand held a kitchen knife to Len's throat. Several shallow cuts in the furry's neck bled freely, but so far none were life threatening. "I couldn't do it, Pastor. I ... I tried to... I tried to end the Abomination, but I couldn't. I love him too much. P... Please... Will you do it for me?"<br><br>I took a deep breath, and in my mind cursed Jerome Tyler to every hell in existence. "Mark, put the knife down and let Len go, please? I'm here now. There's no need. I will make everything right, okay? But you have to put the knife down."<br><br>I siren sounded outside and my implant lit up an incoming call. I accepted it. <em>Reverend Morton, we have the three muggers. The two outside are in a bad way, but they'll live. We caught the third one sneaking back to his pals. We'll need you to give a statement and we'll need scan your Anthro, as soon as you can. You mentioned an emergency situation, do you need assistance?</em><br><br><em>No, thanks.</em> I told the cop. <em>I have it under control. It's a domestic, is all. The only life in danger is a furry.</em> That sounded so wrong as I sent the words out via my implant, but it was true. Mark had every right to kill Len in whatever way he chose, and in truth I had no right to intervene. Except as Mark's spiritual guide I knew that for him to do so simply because of the words of a bigot that he didn't have the mental capacity to filter out would be the gravest sin. Not for Mark, he didn't know better, but it would be my sin if I didn't try to prevent it.<br><br>I heard Amie moving behind me and snapped my fingers at her. "Amie, stop! Don't move a muscle".<br><br>Mark sobbed and relaxed. He slowly released his grip on Len's hair and the knife moved down, then finally was set on the table. "Good, Mark. That's good, now come here". I held my arms out and the young man staggered into them. "Amie, go to Len. Hold him, and lick his wounds".&nbsp; I carefully led Mark out of the Kitchen and into the lounge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 00:49:30</strong>
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				I moved to the feline who still remained on his knees. He was motionless, obviously stunned and a bit heart broken. I pawed him so that he would roll onto his back and lay down. Straddling over him I began to lick his wounds, the taste of blood rather distasteful, although I knew he needed healing. Within moments his fur was soaked, some strands going in different directions. When it dried, it would be rather funny to look at.<br><br>Imagining their relationship that was rather similar to my own really interested me. Although my thoughts quickly devolved to those that weren't of my intentions to think. I thought of Len's nice, feline cock in his owner's butt. The image was so cute! It only drove me further to save and help him. When I was content that I had finished, I removed myself from on top of him and sat down on the floor. I felt a few inches, so I began to carelessly scratch with my limbs, waiting for Miss Morton to finish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 22:14:07</strong>
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				Len was praying. Praying to Master Jesus that the Pastor Lady would get there. He didn't want to die, but he knew that if he had to, then he would do so gladly. But not like this, please? His Master was so upset, and if Killing Len were the only way to make things better, then Len would let him do so. Len loved Mark deeply with all of the soul the strange preacher man said he didn't have, and Le would willingly lay down his life for &lt;aster Mark if Master Mark so ordered. But this was not going to solve anything. <br><br>He felt the knife cut him and could not help but flinch. He did not want to die. But then it stopped and he felt warm blood flow down his neck. It moved away and then cut again, but again it stopped. And then there was a voice. The words did not penetrate his catatonia, but he felt the hand let go of his hair, and then suddenly a warm soft body was cradling him, holding him, a warm rough tongue was lapping at his neck, staunching the flow of blood. He opened his eyes. "Amelia. You came. Thanks be to Mr. God!" Len relaxed into the Lynx's arms, cradling against her soft, female curves that held no attraction for him whatever. He smiled softly as she moved away and began scratching and preening herself.<br><br>"Amelia? Thank you. We do have souls, you know."<br><br><hr><br>I'd already called Mark's parents. I didn't think it was a good idea for him to be left alone and I had other calls on my time already. I held the young man close, and spoke gently to him, explaining that Tyler was wrong, and that furries were not abominations. I explained in the same way that I had explained it to Amelia, pointing out that it was impossible to love if one does not have a soul. I asked him if Len loved him and he said he thought so. I looked at him hard and asked again, "Does Len love you?"<br><br>He paused and then tears still running down his face but a bright smile lighting it up like a rainbow, he said "Yes. Yes, and I love him. He loves me more than anything in the world!"<br><br>I sighed with relief. "And love is a gift from God. You cannot love if you have no soul." I called out, "Amelia, bring Len in here, please?"<br><br>As soon as the two furries entered I witnessed the touching sight of a human going down on his knees to apologise to an anthro slave, while the slave tried as hard as he could to take all the blame himself. The two of them were very quickly in each other's arms. At that moment the door opened and Mark's parents ran in. I stood and quickly ushered them into the kitchen, putting the knife in the dishwasher as I did.<br><br>I explained what had happened and said that I felt the dangerw as past, but that they should consider spending the night, just in case. That done, I turned to my own slave. "Come, Amelia, I think our work here is done."<br><br>I led the way out to the car. While Ame drove us home, I returned the calls of the other parishioners, all except Andrea Prouse. That stuck-up bitch could wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 00:52:06</strong>
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				As we drove home, I listened to Miss Morton call the other churchgoers. From the way she kept repeating that we had souls, the theory cemented slowly into my mind. At last, I felt like I could truly believe her. The drive home was boring and felt longer than normal, but as we approached the home she had finally finished with her tasks. We entered into the house and I removed Miss Morton's shoes and socks. I stashed them away neatly in the nearby closet, and tossed the socks into a bin of clothes that I would later clean. I had no immediate tasks at hand, so I quickly returned to my mistress. It was growing late, and I guessed that she had no more matters to attend to today.<br><br>My mistress was perfect. She had a habit of often relaxing during the evenings, sometimes watching television or eating dessert. Some would have called her lazy, but I thought she was the most hard working woman I would ever meet. She worked to save people. I was there to do the less important jobs.<br><br>The thoughts of salvation had slipped my mind, and I began to think once again of the normal, every day matters. "Are you hungry? I can make you something if you wish? A strawberry cheese cake, perhaps?" I knew it was one of her favorite things, but she would often ask for something entirely new. I made sure her kitchen was always stocked since she loved trying new food. "I can prepare the couch or bed for you to watch television? Give you a foot massage? I'm at your command."<br><br>I sat on my knees, rubbing my fur gently against her leg. She was mine. Not my object, but my owner. She was entirely my owner, and I was entirely her servant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 21:42:33</strong>
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				I apologised to each of the people I called, first for not calling back sooner, explaining that I had a real emergency to deal with, and then I apologised for causing them such distress in the first place by even considering allowing the hypocritical bastard to speak. I should have kicked him out the moment he revealed his true colours.<br><br>They were all far too forgiving and told me I couldn't have known and that they didn't blame me, but what should they do about their slaves? I asked them, respectfully, what did they want to do, and each of them, individually, gave me the same surprised answer - they wanted to keep them and hadn't considered anything else and they had meant how do they get them out of the terrified state?<br><br>I told them to use love and comfort, and explained my theory that they do have souls, and that this was proved by their love for us. In each case I left a parishioner feeling hopeful and hurrying off to comfort their slave.<br><br>When we reached home, I flopped into my favourite chair. I was feeling emotionally drained and in all honesty the mere thought of doing anything was just too much effort. Ame was there as ever, rubbing against my legs. "Oh you sweet creature." I grinned at her, "Yes, a ... no wait. Amelia I know you only did what you were programmed to do, but you saved my life, you saved Len's life by doing so, and you may well have saved Master Mark's life, because Len means the world to him." I slipped out of the chair and with a great sigh, lifted my precious lynx into it. "For tonight, therefore, I am yours to command". I knew precisely what I was doing. I had no idea what effect this would have on Amie, but she deserved the greatest reward possible.<br><br>So, just as the Lord Jesus had knelt at his disciples' feet, so I now knelt at the feet of my slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 00:58:23</strong>
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				The idea of having Miss Morton actually serve me threw me completely off guard. I wasn't sure how to react as she lifted me into her chair. She had hardly ever allowed anybody to sit in it besides her. Over the years the form of her body weight had impressed itself upon the chair. I was speechless, but the act only made my love for my owner even stronger than it was before. She was so caring, and she hardly ever cared for herself.<br><br>I removed myself from the chair and pushed her gently to the carpet. Straddling over her, I leaned down and licked her cheek. "No, silly! I'm always yours. That's how I want it to be... Although, I do have a request. I want to make us a nice, tasty dessert for us to share. Then I want to spend the whole night with you. I want us to roll around on the floor. And... I want you to bring out your toys. And-and..." I said, talking quickly and not wanting to stop. "I want to make you feel good and happy. And... I want you to spend the night with me in my own bed... I-I just love and want you!" I was so happy I could hardly restrain myself from rubbing my fur against her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 15:03:41</strong>
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				Amelia behaved in a way I suppose I should have expected. She didn't want me to serve her, but as the idea penetrated her programming, she came up with a whole list of things that she wanted. And when I added them all up, what she wanted was to be my equal for the night. I couldn't help but laugh as she lay atop me rubbing her cheek against mine and purring softly. <br><br>The other thing I noticed was that she did not presume to raise herself to my lever, but rather, asked me to come down to hers. This was interesting because my offer had put myself at her level and her at mine. I guess it was in her psyche, that she was unable to lift herself. I decided then and there to keep my reward at that level.<br><br>I giggled and played gently with her tail-hole, my fingers probing delicately. "Okay sweet. You go make us both a nice big strawberry cheesecake with plenty of fresh whipped cream, and I'll get my toys out, then we can both eat cheesecake off the same plate, and lick each other's faces clean." I grinned at that idea.<br><br>"While you're making it, I think I will fuck you with your favourite strap-on." I offered.<br><br>As soon as Amie was in the kitchen I headed to my bedroom and pulled out all the various toys - strap-ons, vibrators, dildos of various shapes and sizes, clamps, handcuffs, chains, paddles, whips, floggers, crops, plugs, I even had an enema kit in there. I set them all out on the living room floor, between the sofa and Amie's pen, stripped myself naked and fitted the big pink strap-on to myself.<br><br>I entered the kitchen to see my pet hard at work mixing ingredients. I must say, cooking was a total mystery to me, and Amie's designers had done a splendid job on her. "Right, sweetheart, which hole do you want it in?" I said as I moved up behind her, the feline's fur warm and soft against my skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 00:46:50</strong>
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				As my owner retrieved her toys, I gathered all of the ingredients necessary and organized them on the counter. I had everything from the eggs to the bread crumbs. I cleaned my paws and retrieved a pair of disposable gloves. I began to prepare the crumbs in the dish just as I saw Miss Morton enter.<br><br>She looked magnificent. Her beautiful stomach was hanging out over her waist, and a large strap on protruded from her hips. She closed in on me and began to rub her body against my back. My fur stood on end. I always adored when she cuddled me in such a way. I stood on my toes, lifting myself up against the counter top due to my anticipation. My fur tail wrapped around her body, rubbing against her lovely back. "My tail hole, please." With my tail out of the way, I gently poked my butt out for her to have easy access. I knew the rest was up to her, so I returned to my own task at hand.<br><br>I lifted some strawberries and starch and let them fall into a blender. Closing the lid, an irritating noise began to fill the room as the blender did its job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:56:19</strong>
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				I loved it when my sweet little lynx wanted it up the back passage. Mostly because it meant I could play with her front. I bent down slightly as she offered her behind to me, and then shoved the dildo in hard. She let out a soft sound that could have been pain or pleasure or both, as she went about mixing the various ingredients in my blender.<br><br>I loved the feel of her soft furry behind against my belly and especially the way that floofy tail wrapped itself around my waist, such as it was. "Sweet, sweet slave", I murmured in her ear as I straightened up, my hands gripping her crotch and lifting her feet from the floor. I quickly transferred my right hand to her chest, both supporting her and playing with her wonderfully soft, furry breasts, while my left hand teased her clit and offered more support. Most of her weight was on the dildo up her arse, though, and I deliberately wiggled it deeper.<br><br>Of course, now she was dependent on me moving her around the kitchen, but this was not the first time we had played this game, and of course it was my kitchen so I knew where everything was. I followed my slave's directions as she told me what she needed next, carrying her on the strap-on. As I walked I placed both hands on her breasts, squeezing hard, enjoying not only the feel of them but also the back end of the dildo being driven into my own cunt.<br><br>Of course, it made the cheesecake take longer to bake this way, but it also made it that much more fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 02:54:54</strong>
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				My owner's strength could never be underestimated. I let out a soft moan as she pressed the dildo into my tail hole. I didn't expect it, but she wrapped around my chest and hoisted me into the air, letting me lean back on her soft, plump body. This also impaled the length deeper into me. Her beautiful hips gracefully kept humping into my furry body.<br><br>"Pour into the... Ohh! Saucepan... Let it boil..."<br><br>The sound of slapping filled the room. Her hips were all I could think of. She was amazing.<br><br>"Whip the creme... Oh, you're so amazing..."<br><br>"Milk... Mix... Eggs..." The processes went smoothly. I could hardly concentrate, so, at times, I had to focus and remember the recipe. All the while she continued roughly pounding into me. She groped my chest rather roughly, knowing that was how I liked it. <br><br>"Just bake now. 20 minutes. I have the oven preheated..." We moved together towards the oven and she placed the cheesecake inside. I squirmed in her grasp at times. Part of me despised the feeling of being off the ground due to my animal nature. "I can't move, I just have to... Take it. Ahh, oo, purr..." I was having a blast, and I only hoped she was as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 14:50:29</strong>
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				With the cake in the oven, all that was needed now was to wait. I carried Amelia to the kitchen table, a big, sturdy thing made from solid oak, and with only a little difficulty, I clambered up onto it, via one of the equally sturdy kitchen chairs. I deposited the lynx on her hands and knees on the tabletop and knelt behind her, all without loosing&nbsp; the penetration of her anus with my strap-on. "Darling, you have permission, as often as you want". I told her. This was her reward, after all.<br><br>And for the next twenty minutes, while the sweet smell of baking cheesecake filled the kitchen with it's tantalising aroma, I buggered my pet lynx as hard as I could, pounding the dildo into her big round arse, enjoying the feel of her fur against the folds of my belly. My fingers wandered over the familiar mounds and dips of her front, twisting and squeezing her nipples, pinching and rubbing at her clit, jiggling her breasts and belly, pushing fingers deep inside her vagina.<br><br>I climaxed at least three times - I lost count - and as for my kitty, I think she lost count as well. When the oven timer bleeped, I was lying, exhausted, on top of her, my hips jerking weakly in the last throws of my final orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 23:29:55</strong>
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				I tossed and turned all over the table top. My juices covered the area, and yet she didn't stop until the timer ran out. I could last much longer than her due to my creation. I was crafted to have high sexual stamina, but my limits were still being pushed. Even as the oven beeped, she kept humping into me. Finally, I rolled off of the table and the strap on slid out of me. My fur was a bit sticky in spots, and it would probably be a bit irritating to handle until I washed. <br><br>I moved behind my owner and hugged her around her large stomach. "I'm so lucky to have you. I love you. I think my tail hole is a bit stretched now... You were amazing. You're the most beautiful human in the world..." I could go on for hours complimenting her, because she truly was perfect. But, I knew I had to stop somewhere. "I'll go finish the cake. You can wait in the living room and I'll bring it to you, my love. Or you can wait here." I flashed a pretty smile.<br><br>I put on gloves and opened the oven. I slowly removed the cheesecake and set it on the counter. I drizzled strawberry juices and decorated the top to finish it off. Perfect! I knew she would love it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 00:05:26</strong>
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				I headed for the living room and sat on the floor outside my pet's own special area. That was her home and I didn't enter it without good reason. And tonight I had told her that our roles were reversed, that she was in charge, and so I sat and waited, looking at all the toys laid out in rows on the floor. I had removed the strap-on, wiped it clean (normally Amie's job) and placed it with the rest.<br><br>I didn't have long to wait. Amelia came in, looking as fresh as a daisy while I felt worn out, and squatted down next to me with a sumptuous desert. I swear, I did not ask for her to be programmed to like larger women, I simply picked the lynx because she was cute, rare and somewhat chubbier than the others. When she started feeding me deserts like this, I had checked over her programming and there was nothing in it about the size of her owner. It must have been a quirk, because in the time since I bought her I had put on fifteen pounds, mostly around the waist and bust.<br><br>She loved me to be big, and I honestly had no objection since they cured heart disease nineteen years ago.I smiled and thanked her, pulled her into my lap face down and smeared a slice of the still warm cake into her cunt. I lowered my face to it and ate it out of her. God but that felt good to do. I grinned. "Amie, darling, you are the best slave ever in the whole world, I love you, and I'm going to do something for you and for all the Furries. It won't be easy on you, mind. It will mean you making a sacrifice, but it will be worth it in the end."<br><br>I said no more. I had probably said too much anyway. I knew the Parish Council were going to try and get rid of me, and I had to find a way to stop them. And I had come up with a plan. It wasn't a nice plan, but if all went well, it would work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 19:04:33</strong>
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				I smiled gently as she lapped away at my cake-covered fur. When she finished, I sliced another piece of cake and sat beside her. "I'll do whatever you say. Whatever I can do so more slaves can be as happy as I am, I will do. I wish everybody could be as happy I am..."<br><br>I held the piece of cake up to her mouth. "Eat. Does it taste good? You better eat it all! We worked hard on it." I wasn't sure why, but I loved seeing her eat. She always seemed happy, and I loved seeing her happy. I set my free paw on her large stomach and rubbed its curves. My tail wrapped around one of her juicy thighs and squeezed it softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 23:33:58</strong>
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				Spending the night in my wonderful pet's bed was quite an experience. It was only just big enough for the two of us to get into and while Amelia was able to curl up into a ball, I couldn't. The best I could manage was a foetal position that still left my back straight. And also, if I hadn't had my warm Furry slave curled up next to me, I would have been quite cold. But Amie was the best as always. She got me all sweaty and hot, using several of my toys expertly on me, even as I used them on her. I learned which were her favourites by the ones she picked.<br><br>And then my precious lynx dried the sweat off me with her tongue - which tickled like fuck in some places, but was more than enough to make me cum again - especially when she got to my sex. She lay curled on top of me as I slept, and I slept well.<br><br>I awoke to her using her litter box and gagged slightly, then glanced up at the clock. Six in the morning on a Monday? Who got up at this hour? I smiled as the answer came and kissed me. I grabbed her. "No. I am back in charge now, and I am ordering you not to get up yet." I pulled her to me and snuggled with her, kissing her softly on the nose and gently folding and unfolding her left ear, even as my other hand pushed a finger delicately into her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 01:11:27</strong>
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				I had been doing my morning business when my owner had awoken. I felt bad about waking her, but she still seemed surprisingly happy, which was probably due to the night before. She grabbed my fur, gently easing me back into our bed. Our bodies mingled, and she playfully toyed with my ear and sex. "Yes ma'am... It's early, did you sleep well? I-I'll never forget last night. You- you are so pretty when you are asleep!" I laid on top of her as she played with my body. She loved teasing me, and I loved to see the smile on her face as I let out a surprised moan when she tried something new. I wrapped my arms around her plump body, allowing her to enjoy our first touches of the morning. I didn't want to out step by boundaries, and I was still a bit tired.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 20:35:20</strong>
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				There was something ever so sweet about waking up next to my pet, and I decided that rules be damned, from now on she was sleeping in my bed. "Would you like that?" I asked, "To sleep in my bed with me from now on?" I smiled. I could order her to, but that would be self defeating I felt.<br><br>Regardless, it was Monday and I had work to do. After pulling myself reluctantly from her arms, showering and dressing in the clothes my pet had thoughtfully laid out for me, I sat down to a delicious breakfast of bacon, fried eggs, pancakes with fresh butter and maple syrup, fried bread and sausages.<br><br>I then set about making phone calls. <br><br>That evening, the first ever meeting of the Church Furry-Owners Group took place in my lounge. Amie served drinks and snacks to our human guests and I made her put water bowls and plates of treats out for all the pets too. Most of the other slaves sat on the floor by their owners' feet. I noticed that Carlos Grebbin had his rabbit Trudie laying face down on his lap in a position of submission. I guessed (correctly) that the rabbit had made trouble on the way here. It was not my place to ask, but Amie found out for me later. Len and Mark were the only two absent.<br><br>I opened in prayer as ever and then to the surprise of everyone, I invited Amie to sit on my lap, face the group and tell them what we had discussed the night before. "Don't be afraid, dear. You will not be punished, just tell all the other furries what you know to be true."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 19:19:17</strong>
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				The offer of sleeping with Miss Morton was one of the greatest gifts I had ever received. I spent the day in servitude, looking forward to the night when we would go to bed. I served food and drinks for the guests, and was caught a bit off guard when my owner lifted me onto her lap and asked me to tell the others what we had discussed. <br><br>I wasn't sure what to say. I hadn't been programmed to give fancy speeches or anything. I blushed slightly, trying to spit out the words. Finally, they just came out.<br><br>"I have a soul."<br><br>From there on, it became easier.<br><br>"I have a soul..." I repeated. "And I believe in Jesus. He died to save everybody with a soul, including me. When I die, he will save me and I will live out the rest of my day's in heaven like the rest of you. I'll be - I'll be with Miss Morton. Forever." I said, adding a rather romantic tone of voice when I mentioned my partner. I looked up at her, cuddling against her body and making an expression to ask if that was what she wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 17:10:49</strong>
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				I held my pet tight and, when she looked up at me for approval, I smiled, said "very well done, sweetheart", and gave her a passionate kiss, in front of all the others, as a reward. A show of how much I loved her, that was what she craved most, and she was getting it.<br><br>The looks of shock and surprise quickly changed to delight on the faces of the slaves and to calculated interest on the faces of the humans. Graham Parks, sitting beside his wife Andrew, their two Doberman furries laying at their feet, looked up at me and asked the obvious question: "Is this official?"<br><br>I shook my head. "It's provable. That's what matters."<br><br>Mike Somerton spoke next. "This would be great, if you can get it past the Parish Council, but that ... " He looked at all the furries in the room, clearly trying to find an insult for Ms Prouse that would render her lower that all the animals present. "... That <em>tick</em>..." I silently congratulated him, ".. Prouse would never let it pass."<br><br>Trevor Bingle laughed. "Mike, you don't know the half of it. She's been trying to get us banned from the church for ... well, since furries first came on the market. Hypocritical b-... insect." He too realised that the word bitch would put Prouse on the same level as his own furry, Fiona, a cute poodle that I sometimes found myself drooling over without realising. "This business with that arse-hole Jerome has given her the ammo she needs. She's called an extra-ordinary general meeting for tomorrow night. If we don't watch it, we'll loose our pastor and the conservatives will put someone of their choosing in place. And that won't just go badly for us furry-owners." His gaze fell significantly on the two same-sex human couples in the room.<br><br>I knew what he meant. It was proven decades ago that homosexuality was genetic and not something one could choose. The church was one of the last institutions in the world to accept that, and there were still those in authority who quoted passages of scripture saying that it was a sin and all homosexuals should be stoned to death. Jerome was clearly one of them. I shuddered at the thought of him in charge of anything, and held Amelia tight against me, my hand slipping unbidden between her legs. I would NOT give her up, I would NOT loose her. And I would keep my job too.<br><br>"Exactly," I addressed the meeting. "And so this is why I want you all at the PC meeting tomorrow, please. Liberals out-number conservatives by three to one in the church membership, but the PC is dominated by conservatives, because us liberals are too easy-going and laid back. This must change!" I was stern with them. I knew that, of all of them, only Trev attended the meetings. He was in fact the token liberal on the council. "I want each of you to ring your friends at church and tell them why it is so vital they attend the meeting. Will you do this for me?"<br><br>They all agreed and, with no further business, we set about having a nice social evening. Of course, the PC meeting dominated talk among the humans. We allowed the furries to mingle and chat in their own fashion. Amelia was the centre of their attention, and I wasn't sure, looking at her, whether she was enjoying it or not. The moment she slipped back off my lap, she was surrounded, being touched, hugged, kissed, by the other slaves. Furries are very tactile creatures. Of course they all knew better than to do anything sexual without explicit orders to do so, but I could tell, and so could the other owners, that our pets were getting themselves turned on. <br><br>Tonight would be very interesting for all, I knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 21:47:18</strong>
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				I slipped down from the chair to allow Miss Morton to finish conducting her business. The other furries seemed to do so as well, and we all moved to the more spacious side of the room with more flooring. Some of the male creatures seemed especially locked onto me. One of the Dobermans seemed to be erect as he started at my body. It was only natural for us to breed, but we restrained ourselves. My body felt heat to ram myself against him as well, but I was more well bred than he was. <br><br>I made my way over to Fiona. She was the epitome of beauty. She had pretty, puffy pink fur that was shaved in some areas to create a gorgeous style. I had a desire to mate with her more so than the others, and I found her very interesting. I stuck by her as the meeting continued. My paws moved across her fur. I wasn't sure how she would react under I felt her skin tingle with delight. "We should stick together. We're the two prettiest ladies here. Although, you're the prettiest." I told her. We weren't supposed to engage in sex in front of our owners, but we could certainly enjoy the company of each other. I expected her to be more shy, but she responded with a simple nod.<br><br>Her own soft paws groped on my layers of soft, fatty flesh. Our snouts connected in a kiss that was almost as enjoyable as Miss Morton's delightful smooches. We sat on the floor together, and she sat in my lap due to her smaller size. Her pussy was covered in pink fur that made me just want to eat every inch of it. I restrained, and instead we just fondled our bodies. The men were devastated, and their natural instinct craved to allow them to mate. Luckily for me, they restrained, leaving the cute Fiona to my own pleasure. I knew our moment of ecstasy wouldn't last too long, so I savored every moment of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 23:07:14</strong>
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				Fiona was nervous. She knew that Master Trevor was one of Reverend Morton's confidants. She had been deeply upset and disturbed by the one they called Jerome, whom her owner was now insulting. Master had been so very wonderful to her that night, reassuring her that she was precious and that God loved her and that she did have a soul and that if they wanted to put her down they would have to do it over his dead body. That, and the feel of his wonderful meaty cock in her every orifice, had made her feel so much better, and his hot cum in her vagina has sent her to sleep, to dream of being in heaven with him.<br><br>And then this meeting. She had not wanted to attend but Master had insisted. She drove him there obediently, and listened attentively, especially as Amelia related her experience. Afterwards, Fiona moved towards Amelia with the rest, simply wanting to be near the Cat who could prove she had a soul, but to her surprise and delight, Amelia sought her out too, and began to cuddle her. Fiona whined happily and enjoyed the caresses and kissed Amelia tenderly, but the moment she did, she remembered. "We mustn't" she whispered. "I want to, but we will be punished if we do."<br><br><hr><br>I was keeping a careful eye on Amie. She could look after herself and any male furry who tried anything was likely to end up a few inches shorter where it mattered, but that wasn't the point. The point was that they shouldn't be allowed to even get that far. I was glad, as I sipped on a cup of tea, that she avoided the amorous attentions of the Parks' male pet. But I admit to being rather pleasantly surprised at the way she began to seduce the sweet little poodle.<br><br>I nudged Trev and he looked at me with an expression that said he'd noticed too and what were we going to do about it. "Want to stay the night?" I asked him. <br><br>He shrugged. "Sure, but... I didn't think you...?"<br><br>I chuckled. "I don't, normally, but that is one very special kitty and if she has set her heart on your pup, then I am willing to make the sacrifice."<br><br>The meeting began to break up and people headed home. Finally it was only the four of us. "Amie, Master Bingle and Fiona are staying the night. Would you like that? Would you like to share our bed with them tonight?"<br><br>I led the three of them through to the bedroom and, with a shy smile at Trevor, began to get undressed. "Pastor," He said softly, "You don't have to..."<br><br>I nodded. "I know, Trev, but I want to. If you do?"<br><br>"Oh God!" He exclaimed, thoughtlessly, and I smirked, until he said, "Pastor, if you only knew how badly I want to...!"<br><br><em>Really?</em> My eyes went wide with surprise. Trevor Bingle <em>wanted</em> me? Woah! I smiled at him as I shed my clothes. "Well then, don't be shy, young man!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 15:47:27</strong>
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				My smile was probably one of the largest I had ever crafted. The whole scene seemed picture perfect. Miss Morton looked happy, Trevor seemed to be in heaven, and my eyes were almost always glued on my sweet puppy Fiona. Normally, the dog furries were more sexually aggressive, but Fiona seemed quite tame. Some of the furries went through sexual training before being sold, and I wondered if she had gone through this. I hadn't experienced it because my owners thought I would be worth more if I was sold as a pure. I belonged firstly and solely to Miss Morton.<br><br>I reached my arms around Fiona's bare stomach. One hand grabbed at her fluffy fur that wasn't shaved around her neck. I let out a soft purr and hoisted her onto Miss Morton's bed. I gently set her down on a pillow, allowing her to recline on her back. I straddled over her, a part of me still afraid my sweet puppy would run away. "You're so pretty..." I commented, leaning down and kissing her snout. "I'll do whatever you ask. I love you. Can you spread for me? How do you feel about me?" I just wanted to hear her sweet, soft voice. I wanted to hear that she loved me too. I didn't notice it, but I was gently rubbing my hips against her own. My mind craved her, but so did my body.<br><br>Trevor seemed to be as blissful as I was. He had paused at first, still stunned by the events that had unfolded. As Miss Morton urged him on, he lifted himself onto the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. He let them slide to the floor. He seemed to not even realize that his pup was being smothered by me, because his eyes were locked solely on my own owner. Nobody had known it until now, but he had always been in love with the pastor. He would go to church just to see her, and then masturbate to her image when he went home. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor as well. A significant bulge stood out in his boxers.<br><br>He had never imagined this moment as possible. Everybody knew Miss Morton was into women. He had thought that his dreams were only just that... dreams. Now that the moment had come, he knew he couldn't blow it with his shy antics. He slowly gripped his boxers and let them fall off the side of the bed as well. He imagined stripping to be one of the hardest parts, but he kept reminding himself that he was the man and shouldn't let Miss Morton be the first to appear in the nude. His cock stood erect, and it was of a very nice length. He was, of course, circumcised. "Pastor..." He seemed to always call her that. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He leaned back on his hands, still sitting on the edge of the bed. He wanted so badly to press her large body to his own. "I-I've always loved you." He stammered, restricting his shy persona that seemed to want to come out in the face of such a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 11:23:03</strong>
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				"Trev, please, if we are going to do this, call me Kath". I felt embarrassed for poor Trevor. His confession of love for me was one I was never going to return. I was doing this as a sacrifice to him and to my precious Amie. He disrobed and I smiled as lightly as I could while reaching out to take his hard manhood in my hand. I chuckled. "Well, it's about the same size as my biggest plastic one..." I told him, probably unnecessarily. Closing my eyes, I did what I imagined that the average straight woman would have no issues with. I took his cock in my mouth and licked.<br><br>The taste wasn't as bad as I'd expected, although it was nothing like how my sweet lynx tasted. I felt his hands go into my hair and pulled away. "No!" I told him firmly. "You lie back and enjoy, and I will be okay. But you don't do anything."<br><br>Seriously, I had never felt any desire to have sex with a man, and I felt none now. But it was something I needed to experience and I could not in all conscience allow Amie to borrow Fiona without giving Trev something in exchange. I lowered my mouth to his cock again and began pretending it was one of those big plastic dildoes that I was lubricating before shoving it into Amie's arse - and the reason she was not lubricating it herselfe was because she was bound and gagged.<br><br>The mental image got me wet and ready and without a word I moved to kneel astride Trevor, lowering my self cautiously onto him.<br><br>It felt good, but not as good as with Amie.<br><br><hr><br>Fiona wasn't sure exactly what was going on. Reverend Morton's feline liked her, she knew, and she liked Amie, but the way they had kissed and touched in the lounge earlier... that had been the way Master trevor had always kissed and touched her. She really wasn't comfortable with it. She was programmed to want that from her master and not another slave. But it was turning her on, and when she was told that Master trevor was staying the night, she was grateful, first that he would at last get to be with Reverend Morton, and second that Amie would be rewarded too for her bravery , even if the reward was to be herself. <br><br>She made a soft mrring noise of pleasure as Amie began caressing her. "You... you love me? No. You can't. You love Reverend Morton!" The poodle was confused, but none the less spread her legs wide as instructed. To be given orders by another slave was weird, but then Reverend Morton was giving orders to her master so it seemed only fitting that Amie should give Fiona orders too. She lay back on the big bed, her tail wagging slowly, her tongue lolling out. "I... I want you to use me as your reward, Miss Aimie." The term of respect came naturally. It helped. If she thought of Amie as another slave it felt wrong, but if she thought of her as a superior, it was okay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 20:30:35</strong>
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				"Oh, ok Kath." Trevor said awkwardly, obviously still picturing Miss Morton as his one and only Pastor. He shut his eyes and leaned back on the bed as he felt his length being thoroughly cleaned and tasted by the plump, old woman below him. He moaned out, breathing and blushing heavily on the bed. After only a few moments, the pastor raised herself onto the bed and moved on top of Trevor. She lowered herself down onto him, nearly crushing him with her weight. His cock, now rock solid, throbbed in between their stomachs. <br><br>Trevor reached his arms around her and held her tightly. His fingers moved over her soft mass of flesh. "You are so perfect..." He was struck with a thought that he simply blurted out. "Is this a sin, Kath? If it is, I don't care... I just want you." His arms rubbed along her back, and he loved the feeling of her large belly on top of him. His length throbbed close to his opening. "Do we need protection?" He said, realizing that it wouldn't be long till the real embrace occurred. The thought of fathering a child with Kath made him infinitely happy, but he knew that wasn't what she desired.<br><br>"Stay. Stayyy." I commanded, raising my paw to Fiona and lowering myself off of the bed. I lowered my body to the ground and pulled out one of several boxes from underneath the structure. I knew this was where my owner kept some of her play toys. I withdrew one of her many strap-ons, but I made sure to leave her the largest for later. I chose one with a blue dildo that was curved, blue, and had many bumps along its sides. I grabbed a bottle of special lubrication and hoisted myself back onto the bed. The lube was in a small, squirt bottle and had a yellow tinge to its color. It was a special brand that always kept warm and had a sweet taste that resembled honey. I attached the belt to my body and moved back towards Fiona.<br><br>"I got us some toys to play with." I said, raising the bottle and smiling. I leaned over her, gently running my hand along her tufts of fur. It was moments like this that made me feel good to be covered in hair and plump. I felt more secure with myself. I pounced on top of her and began to gently nudge my chin to hers. The strap on rubbed along her bare thighs, but I made sure not to let it touch her slit. "But I do love you. I want you to stay with me forever." I felt slightly bad about how submissive she was being, although I enjoyed it. "You're more than a reward. You're my friend." I had never really called anybody a friend. I had my lover, Miss Morton, and everybody else. Now I had a friend as well.<br><br>I was growing increasingly horny, and drool occasionally dripped from my lower lip onto Fiona. "I'm going to sit right beside you. I want you to roll over and present your butt to me. Wag your cute little tail... And tell me what you want me to do to you." I raised myself off of her and sat in front, my eyes looking dead at her. "Good puppy... C'mon, be a good puppy." I teased, not realizing how cruel I was being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 12:34:37</strong>
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				I sighed softly as his hands explored my soft curves. This situation was something I'd never even imagined. It was strange to say the least. His hard cock throbbed inside me and he said something about needing protection. I chuckled. "Oh no, dear. We don't need protection because if you cum inside me I will cut your nuts off and feed them too you!" Then I looked up at the picture of Jesus that hung on my wall. "How can it be a sin?" I asked softly. "Sex is a gift from God. Consensual sex between two people who love each other can never be a sin."<br><br>I played with the soft hair on his chest, and then rode him, sliding myself up and down his cock. It was - different. After a while I could feel him beginning to twitch inside me and so I pulled off him. "Okay, how about trying anal sex?" I grinned. He seemed surprised that I'd suggested it, but he seemed willing enough. Until he saw me reach for the box that my kinky slave had retrieved and pull out a nice small strap-on. "Okay, roll over. On your hands and knees".<br><br>Fiona, meanwhile was having a hard time of it. She stayed when told to, and watched with wide eyes as the selection of strap-ons appeared. "M... Master never put anything like that in me." Amie cuddled her, mounted her and nuzzled her. "I'm ... friedn? Oh, Okay." That sent a warm glow through the canine and she wrapped her arms around the lynx. Amie gave her instructions and without even thinking, she obeyed them. Her tail wagged and her tongue lolled out even as her legs opened revealing her glistening pink slit. "Please Miss Amie, I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you can in both my naughty holes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 03:09:31</strong>
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				For being as inexperienced with a real human as Trevor was, he was a pretty good lover. Pastor Morton wasn't attracted to men in any way, but he was pumping upward into her enough to at least make her feel a nice sensation. He wanted to yell and scream that he loved her. He truly did. But he knew that would probably only end up in him being kicked out of the home. He knew she didn't love him, and was only doing this to pass the time while her own pet dominated his.<br><br>As he heard her mention anal, he couldn't help but jump up a bit. Anal to any man was a dream come true. For most, the strap on would have made them scowl and leave the bed. But Trevor had a much different taste than most men. Not only was he fine with the proposition of being pounded, he was excited to try it. Simply knowing that it was his pastor was all that he needed. <br><br>Trevor didn't hesitate. He moved onto his hands and knees, reaching one hand back temporarily to spread his ass. He moved it back to stabilize him after thinking that Miss Morton would probably do most of that herself. His ass didn't compare to a woman's, but it had a decent shape and wasn't too awfully hairy. "Yes ma'am. Please be rough. I want you to have fun." He truly cared for her, and he desired her to have a good time above all else.<br><br>I was having a much better time on the other side of the bed. My cute little puppy was waggling her tail in front of me, and I couldn't wait to her started. I wasn't the kind to rush into things just yet though. I wanted to enjoy every moment of the delicious flesh in front of me. I lowered myself onto my elbows, my face eye level with the nice rump of Fiona. Although her slit was beautiful, I was more interested in her pretty, pink anus. That part of her butt was shaved, and the hole puckered into a sweet abyss that made me curious. I poked one of my fingers inside of it, trying to not push a nail into the sides. After withdrawing it, I lowered my lips to the spot and pressed them around the hole. While using my hands to keep her butt spread, I pushed my tongue inside and began to wander about the insides of her ass. It was disgustingly delicious, and my own butt swayed out of the enjoyment. I kept her still by squeezing tightly on her ass as I licked rougher as the time went on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 23:46:58</strong>
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				The strap-on went in much more easily that I had imagined it would, even with plenty of lubricant, and I giggled. "You've done this before, haven't you!" I didn't really care if he had or not, I was just teasing. But thrusting hard like that into a male bottom was, in some strange way, amazingly satisfying. Oddly, though, I didn't manage to climax in spite of the nicely padded harness with it's vibrating little insert inside me. It was pleasing, but not exciting.<br><br>Fiona squirmed and whimpered as the feline lapped at her, enjoying the strange sensation of a tongue invading a hole that her owner had never licked at. She gasped loudly and then cried out, "Oh.... M- may I climax please?" Her pleasure had built so suddenly that she was almost unable to stop herself, and her hips were jerking back and forth in the effort to control her orgasm while she waited for permission.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 03:19:47</strong>
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				Grunts and moans escaped the young man's lips as the large woman pounded away at him. He was having the time of his life, but he knew, deep down, that his Pastor was hardly having much fun. Still, he wanted to enjoy his one night of perfection, so he stayed still as the woman's hips popped against his behind.<br><br>My own acts were much more sensual. I loved the puppy that began to rub herself against the bed, and I believed that she adored me as well. "Good puppy. Yes, yes you may climax. Just wait a moment." I stroked her puffy fur as I grasped around her hips and turned her onto her back. My paw reached for the large strapon that was still attached to my waist, leveling it with her pussy. "Spread your legs. Hold your climax in as long as possible, and then let loose. I want you to pant and moan as loud as you want too. You're such a cutie!" I forced her legs apart, grinning ear to ear as I saw her pink slit.<br><br>I shoved the length inside rather roughly, positioning myself on top of the dog in the missionary position. I had experienced Miss Morton's hip movements, so I had a good idea of how to work the strapon to maximum efficiency. I grabbed her pretty, pink nipples in between my fingers and pulled on them. My face was near one of her ears, breathing softly into it to tease her. I wanted to connect our lips, but I wanted to hear her moans and squeaks that much more. Our hip movements weren't as loud as human's. Humans were fleshy and fat, while we had a layer of fur to soften our thrusts. The girl seemed to be in some sort of heat, since her own hips were going wild as she aimlessly thrust against me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 13:53:50</strong>
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				I had no idea how long I was pounding the dildo into Trevor's behind. I had a rhythm going and I just kept at it constantly. He seemed to be enjoying it from the grunts and moans he was making. I heard my precious lynx give his puppy permission to climax, and tutted. "Amie, that was far to nice of you." I giggled at her. "Just for that, you are going to be denied your next two orgasms!"<br><br>Was that mean of me? Of course. But dear sweet Amie would love it, because she knew I wouldn't deny her indefinitely and when I did let her cum at last she would enjoy it so much more.<br><br>Fiona was writing and squirming beneath Amie. She did as she was told and held her climax off as long as possible, especially when she heard Reverend Morton give a punishment to the Lynx. "P- Please Amie, you should punish me in turn, that was my fault!"<br><br>The hard strap-on pounded into her and her hands went to the lynx's breasts, even as Amie began playing with her nipples. Her panting was loud alright and her tongue lolled out.<br><br>But she could only hold it so long and her orgasm when it came was loud. "Hunnn... Hunnn.... HAAAAH! HAAAHHHHH! HAAAOOOOWWWOOOOOOO! WOOOH WOOOH! WOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Do Furries Have Souls? (Visna &amp; Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:12:52</strong>
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				"Quiet, puppy!" I said, grasping her snout and holding it shut after she began to scream. "We don't want to wake the neighbors, my cutie!" My thrusts slowed down, but I didn't stop them entirely. I looked down between my legs and saw how wet she had made the bed. "So cute!" I squeaked, slowly pulling out of my new friend's body. I sat cross-legged on the bed as my eyes looked over her body. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her slit as I cleaned it up nicely and enjoyed her taste. Once I had finished, I rolled back and spread my own legs. "Come here and clean off Miss Morton's toy. Suckle your cum off, and then you are free to go."<br><br>As I waited for the dog to clean off the dildo, I turned to face my owner. She was still working Trevor's ass. The man had came twice while being pounded, and his behind was as red as an apple. Although he liked it at first, it was clear that Miss Morton had grown bored with making him feel good. Instead, she just kept thrusting in harder and harder. No matter what he said, she seemed to ignore it. Her hips just kept going. I was jealous.<br><br>"Mistress! I'm sorry for being so easy with her. Can she come back again soon? If she does, I will be mean and cruel to her." I looked at my friend and grinned. "She is so sweet! She wanted me to punish her to save me from punishment. Don't worry, darling, I love being punished by Miss Morton. I deserve it." I turned back to my lover and smiled. "Do you want me to show them to the door? I'm getting tired. Can I sleep with you tonight in your bed, please? I know I was a bad girl, but it would make me happy." I made an adorable face in hopes of wooing her.
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