Made for Him (IrishWolf & Soumis)
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				Title: <strong>Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 03:58:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://imagesus-ssl.homeaway.com/mda01/4be838ba-25b4-4b68-998a-803ef03ad3fd.1.10)</div><br>The booming peals of thunder, echoed and rang through the small valley, nestled deep in the Green Mountains, as the storm crested the peak, on the far side from the remote cabin. Like some host of evil from a fantasy novel, their trumpets heralding their arrival, the dark clouds advanced across the sky. Bright forks of lightning, flashed down from that mass, beautiful and deadly, striking the ground or dancing over the surface of the small lake, at the valley floor. Ahead of the storm, a strong wind blew, shaking the mighty pines, firs, spruce and primal hemlocks, far up on the rights or rattling the leaves of maples and oak, down in the valley, where such trees stood in ranks with beech, birch and ash. <br><br>Rogier Vonkers gave a content sigh of relaxment, as he watched the force of nature flow across his valley, from the porch of the cabin. He had been more than grateful for this weekend getaway from the heat and pressures of Washington. There were times, especially in election years, he almost regretted getting into politics. Admittedly, the power and wealth normally made up for it and in fact had allowed him to buy this relaxing vacation home but there were still days, when the stress of it all, started getting to him. He couldn’t think of anything else, he would have wanted to do with his life, although he had dabbled in writing a novel once but had given up fairly quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>The Representative from New York closed his pale blue eyes and just listened to the storm, his right hand idly stroking the short, neatly trimmed red-brown beard. He hadn’t arrived at the cabin all that long ago but already he had shed the suit jacket and tie, his button-up shirt untucked and hanging loose around his frame. The expensive italian leather shoes, left at the door and he had even taken off his socks, so he could lounge his six foot three form on a deck chair. This was one of the few places he could be sure there weren’t any news vultures hanging around, as there was only one road up here and he had left his bodyguards at a small house at the start of it. They would stop anyone from driving up on his property and for all of the ten years he had own this place, none had ever made there way through the thick woods, to bother him. <br><br>As the clouds raced overhead and the rain started up the valley, towards the cabin, the only other things he needed to relax, were a drink and Deka. <br><br>Above, there was a massive boom, as if the Thunderbird of the Iroquois Mohawks, who once ruled here, had returned and flapped it’s great wings, the lightning turning all the world into a flash of pure white for a heartbeat. <br><br>Rogier Vonkers smiled, as he blinked away the blindness. He felt alive in the middle of the storm, the energy flowing through him, even as the rain drops began to fall upon him. Miniature rivulets ran through the curly beard he had grown, which was starting to get a little wild. He was in need of a trim, something he might remember, if the thought didn’t get lost in the morning, when he sat down to work on the next chapter of the seventh book in his Steampunk series. He tended to forget things like that, when he was writing, things like the cabin needing cleaning or eating. <br><br>The rain came harder, making his plain black tee shirt stick to his lean frame. While it was true, many many days he just spent sitting in front of his computer, typing, he had kept from getting fat. Mostly from the aforementioned forgetting to eat but also because he needed to chop wood, in order to have heat during the winter. The cabin was still very rustic, with its fireplace and wood burning furnace. In fact, when he bought it ten years ago, the only updates he had made, were to install a propane stove and have a buried cable run out, so he could have internet access. <br><br>Still, smiling, he stood up from the chair, thinking of the bottle of Drie Fonteinen, he had from the Hill Farmstead Brewery and turned towards the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 07:40:35</strong>
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				This storm was perfect. It created such a romantic atmosphere, and this weekend was the only time that he really had to relax. Knowing that he'd want a drink as he enjoyed the storm, she'd stayed inside and mixed what she knew he would want. A scotch on the rocks, from a very expensive bottle that he kept around to enjoy at times like this. She poured him a healthy serving before turning to the freezer for a couple of ice cubes, just like she knew he liked it. Deka knew almost everything about his likes and dislikes, after all, she was essentially built for him. As filthy rich as he was he had purchased a companion, and so she had been created. Their likes and desires were the same, and they fit like two pieces of a puzzle; not exactly the same, but compliments of each other. <br><br>They'd been together for a few years now, long enough for them to truly feel comfortable with each other. As a testament to that she was currently completely naked. The warm, charged night air felt good on her fur. Her long, mostly black hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her ears protruding from the same area that her bangs started. They swiveled as she listened to noises around her, her lover outside, the rain on the roof, the rumbling thunder in the distance. The rest of her body was multicolored too, with her arms and legs being mostly black, but her body a dusky orange color with various white and black spots. Her breasts were covered in pale fur, her hard nipples protruding. Her face was coated in black fur as well, with white markings around her eyes that made them stand out. She had always thought she was beautiful, if a little strange, but Rogier had showed her how stunning she really was. <br><br>But to Rogier she was more then just a bed warmer. Deka helped him in the office as well as at home, working almost as a secretary would. She scheduled meetings for him, filed paperwork, and was someone he could bounce ideas off of. They were inseparable both at work and at home. In fact, they had found out very quickly that if she went too long without attention from him she could become physically ill and depressed. It was a side effect of being made expressly for him, but one that he took in stride. She was blessed; he lavished her with attention and anything else she wanted. <br><br>While she finished with the drink, something odd seemed to happen. Her wet nose twitched at the end of her snout, and Deka was suddenly overwhelmed with an electrical smell, like the very air around her was vibrating with electricity. The thunder seemed to get much more intense, and she could see lightening flashing outside.&nbsp; Suddenly she became very dizzy and lightheaded, and she grabbed onto the counter for support. The world around her seemed to spin, and she could hardly stay upright! She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the counter, hoping she would be able to stay upright. In seconds the sensations had passed, and she pried her eyes open, taking deep shaky breaths. Immediately, something was off. The drink she had been making was no longer in front of her, and although she wasn't quite sure, she thought that the drink wasn't the only thing that was misplaced. Everything seemed different, and her forehead wrinkled with confusion. <br><br>Immediately she turned to the door, knowing that Rogier had been just outside enjoying the storm. Deka almost ran into him as he entered the cabin, but immediately the hair on her body stood on end. His beard, which had been neatly trimmed just the way she liked it was longer and wild. His clothes weren't the same, either. Instead of his button down and slacks, he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and was nearly soaked though! The Rogier she knew never would have done that. <br><br>"Who...Who are you?" She stuttered, eyes narrowed. "Where's Rogier?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 08:33:59</strong>
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				His vision still blurry and full of spots, Rogier made his way to the door, more through memory then the ability to see and swung it open before him. Stepped inside, he all but collided with someone coming towards him. His eyes suddenly narrowed, not that it helped him see much better or quickened his returning sight. He lived alone, enjoying the quiet of the mountains and this was not one of the rare times he had visitors. There wasn’t a reason anyone else should be in his cabin, at all. <br><br>Not to mention, even with his blurred vision, there was something wrong. This stranger was human in shape or at least they seemed so, parts of them seemed to blend in with the dark interior of the cabin and there was something or somethings poking of the top of their head, kind of like the ears, he had seen convention goers wearing. There was something else, perhaps a tail? He couldn’t tell and the flashes of lightning behind him only revealed sudden patches of orange and white.<br><br>He had a sinking feeling a fan had finally figured out where he lived. One of the odder ones too, the kind who wore cat ears or other kinds of ear and clipped tails on the seat of their pants as part of their everyday clothes. He had a couple of run ins with those kind before, back when he lived in New York and those had been compelling reasons to move out into the country. Some people just went overboard if a character they liked died. But then, she and it was a she by the voice, asked who he was and where Rogier was. A fan would know that, his picture was in every book, on the back cover. <br><br>“I’m Rogier” he growled in annoyance, “And just what are you doing in my.......”<br><br>His voice trailed off, his a finger found the light switch and flicked it on. The warm glow of a handful of yellowish lights filled the front room of the cabin and Rogier was struck dumb for a few seconds. Conflicting and somewhat panicking thoughts crashed against the stuck gears in his mind, as the whole process of thinking shutdown. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at, a humanoid figure, covered in fur and devoid of clothes. Female if the breasts were anything to go on and utterly alien to anything in his experience.<br><br>“What.....are...you” he finally asked, finding the ability to speak again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 08:54:54</strong>
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				Her ears flattened against her head at his expression, and she held her hands up in front of her as if in defense. Hands that were tipped with nails that were much more like claws then anything humans had. She regretted being naked, feeling almost violated by this man's stare. His eyes lingered at her breasts and the apex of her legs, right at her furred womanhood. Her long, furry black tail tipped with white curled around her, covering her naked body. <br><br>He insisted he was Rogier, which befuddled her. "You're not Rogier," Deka snarled, baring her teeth. She was torn between wanting to attack, and wanting to figure out what had happened. Subtle things in the house were wrong, she could see now that the lights were on. Furniture was different and misplaced, and the house wasn't nearly as modernized as Rogier's had been. Hell, this human still had a wood burning stove! Although, now that the lights were on, he looked an awful lot like her Rogier. In fact, if only this human had trimmed his beard, she didn't think she'd have been able to tell the difference. Squinting her eyes, she could see that even his shape was the same. <br><br>This was very odd. <br><br>He seemed shocked by her presence, but much more shocked by her. For a second, he clearly wasn't able to speak. Anthropomorphs were fairly common, and she'd never seen a human react the way he had. It was quite rude, and she took an unsteady step back, growing increasingly anxious. <br><br>"I'm... I'm an Anthro, Rogier picked me out himself. Wild African dog and human, that's what I am. He thought I was perfect." Her voice wavered, and she sounded defensive. Deka took a deep breath before gesturing to the cabin around her, starting to panic. "What did you do with all of his stuff? How did you do it so quickly? You look so much like him... I don't understand what happened." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 19:49:03</strong>
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				Thoughts swirled in confusion, inside his skull, as the writer continued to stare at his visitor. An Anthro? He had heard the term before or at least he thought he had, some people had claimed that a handful of his characters were those. Looking up what they meant had been an interesting voyage into the depths of the internet. He had bounced between art, roleplays, porn and something called otherkin, some of which had been very interesting and others off putting. She claimed African Wild Dog and Human? Something clicked and he realized that she did look like the pictures of African Wild Dogs he had seen in a NatGeo once, if in a humanoid shape.<br><br>Was she an escaped experiment then? <br><br>That couldn’t be true, not with the way she kept insisting that he wasn’t Rogier and asking what he had done with this man’s stuff. And she said he looked like him. Besides, no one would be running secret experiments up here. Those always took place in the desert right? While it was remote enough up in Northern Vermont, the forests and mountains would make it much too easy for anything that got away to hide and they were much too close to the Canadian border. Any secret government researchers ran the risk of violating national borders if something got away.<br><br>So how did she end up in his cabin? <br><br>Rogier intended to find out. Even as he wrestled his own confusion and fear under control, he noticed that she was near panic and getting defensive. With those claw-like nails, it looked like she could do a bit of damage, if she attacked him. Things needed to calm down, before anything regrettable happened. Drawing in a deep breath, he changed his stance, dropping his own defensive position and standing taller, his hands on his hips, unknowingly assuming the commanding image his political counterpart used on his campaign posters. <br><br>“I am Rogier Vonkers” he said in a calm voice, “I’ve owned this cabin for a decade now and I assure you, nothing has been moved out of this room in almost five years and it was rather empty when I bought the place. I don’t know just what you mean by Anthro but I’ve never heard the term used for anything but artwork. Why don’t you tell me your name and where your from and we can start to work things out?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 02:23:37</strong>
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				The minute he changed positions she calmed down. He looked just like Rogier, with his hands on his hips in a position that left no question about who was in charge. That was the exact pose they had used on his campaign posters, and it seemed to make him more familiar to her. Lowering her hands, Deka stepped back, but was still wary. Her tail was still in front of her, wrapping around her body and covering her up. Nervously she held on tight to it, wrapping her fingers in the soft fur. <br><br>He was right, and the calm way he spoke was reassuring. They needed to figure out what had happened, and freaking out wasn't going to do that. Deka took a deep, shaky breath, and met his gaze with bright eyes. <br><br>"My name is Deka. I was made for Rogier Vonkers, the state representative of New York. This is his Vermont house that he comes to so he can escape. I'm his companion, his partner, his secretary, and whatever else he needs me to be. We had come here for the weekend, and he was on the porch enjoying the storm and I was making him a drink. I suddenly got dizzy and smelled something funny, and when I opened my eyes I was here." She gestured to the cabin around her. "It's the same cabin, but all the furniture is different. You look like him, but he had a trimmed beard. I don't know what happened," For a second her eyes welled up with tears. <br><br>She was terrified. The man she had been made for, her other half, was presumably far away. Could she survive without him? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 03:33:53</strong>
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				Rogier’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he listened to the Anthro girl explain that she was made for someone that looked liked him, had the same name and owned the same cabin. But it seems there were several differences. For one, the man she was looking for was a state representative and came from somewhere were they could make a person. Was she a person or a pet? He wasn’t sure, she said that she was this Rogier’s companion and partner, which sounded more like she was person. <br><br>So the question still remained, where did she come from? The only thing he could think of, was a short story he had read about. It had something to do with a parallel universe. Well, that and the one episode of Star Trek with Spock sporting a goatee and Kirk in a shiny gold vest. But this was the real world, evil twins from another universe just didn’t pop out of thin air. If he suggest something like that, she’d think he was a loony but then again, he was talking with a furry humanoid, naked girl. So maybe it wasn’t that crazy an idea. He needed to follow up on these thoughts and do a little research, it might make a good book. <br><br>However, he gave himself a mental shake. He needed to focus on the situation at hand. The girl. The naked girl, who must be very uncomfortable, given the way she was attempting to cover herself with her tail. That would be an easy problem to tackle. Anything he had in his dresser should fit her. Maybe not well but at least she should be able to get it on. That might make things a little easier, at least in the short term. <br><br>“Okay Deka” he said, keeping his voice calm, “I don’t know the how or why your here but you are, so lets get you something to wear, while we try to figure this out. I don’t suppose I need to show you the way?”<br><br>Rogier let out a weak chuckle at the lame joke. It really was the best he could do at the moment. He gave her a self mocking smile, as if to say he knew just how bad it was, before stepping further inside and turning down the short hallway the cabin boasted. The kitchen was open and just off the large, front room. On either side of the hallway were doors, leading to a bathroom, a room turned into a study and guest room, along with a storeroom. The bedroom was at the very end of the hall, not off the side and was the second largest room in the cabin. <br><br>Opening the room, he walked inside&nbsp; and around the bed, to the large dresser. After a moment, he pulled out a blue tee shirt with a Red Sox’s logo on it and a pair of cotton pajama pants. He thought the pajamas would be a better fit, given that she would have to wear them low on her hips, because of that tail and could keep them in place with the drawstring. Turning, he looked to see if she had followed him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 05:55:35</strong>
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				The only thing she could come up with that explained their situation was absolutely ridiculous. He was already looking at her like she was nuts, the last thing she needed to do was freak him out even more. Whatever had happened had happened with the lightening and thunder, and then boom, she had been transported here. Although it was the same place with basically the same person, she had a feeling it wasn't the same time. For all the incredible technology that there was in her time, alternate dimensions still weren't a sure thing. There had been murmurs, stuff about time travel and different realities, but none of it could really be proven. At least, until now. <br><br>For some reason she had been brought into this alternate reality. Although he clearly wasn't a politician, Deka wondered what other similarities there were between the two Rogiers she knew. Watching him closely, she could see the same facial expressions working their way across his face as the ones she knew so well. He had come to some sort of conclusion, but clearly didn't feel comfortable talking about it yet. <br><br>The awful joke he tried made her smile; she was glad to see he was trying. He certainly didn't need to show her the way, not if he used the same bedroom. There were a few, but there was only one Master, and it was nearly as big as the front room! It was directly at the end of the hallway, and even though she knew where he was headed she followed behind him. It was generous that he was willing to let her borrow clothes; she was glad this Rogier was as generous as the one she knew. <br><br>He handed them to her and she slipped them on, the shirt a little big but still managing to hint at her lovely curves. The pants were a decent fit, as long as she&nbsp; wore them low on her hips and tied the string tight. They also allowed for her tail to slip out the back, and didn't keep it confined. Nervously she played with the ends of her hair in the ponytail, curling them around her fingers. <br><br>"Thank you, they're perfect." Deka hazarded a smile up at him, for some reason nervous, with butterflies in her stomach. "What are we going to do, Rogier?" She felt vulnerable, and it wasn't something she was used to. Her whole life she'd been wanted and cherished, and now she felt like an intrusion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 07:28:05</strong>
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				Rogier had been returning Deka’s smile, once she had gotten dressed but it fell away from his lips, when she asked the big question. What were they going to do now? He wasn’t that sure himself but he did know in his heart, an ugly truth. There was no way, he could bring her to anyone for help. There were far far too many people, who would either go crazy over her, as fans or who would want her locked up. He knew fans and just how unsettling they could be, however his experiences would pale in comparison, should the online community of furries learn that their wet dream, had just manifested in the flesh. Not to mention the government types, who would want to put her in a cage for experiments, from the mundane to the horrible. <br><br>Admittedly, he could make a ton of money, if he turned her over to any group or party but he wasn’t like that. Presides, he already made plenty and he didn’t have ethical or moral qualms to do it. But that still left what should be done and all he could think of, at least t the moment, was to keep her hidden away from prying eyes. No one deserved what would happen to her, if the public, private or government sector found out. <br><br>“I think” he said, sounding sad but confident, “You should stay here. I don’t know if we can get you back where you belong Deka but I’m afraid of what would happen, if other people found out about you. I have a spare room and I don’t mind sharing my cabin with someone, so displaced.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>02-08-2016, 03:56:57</strong>
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				The confidence in his voice soothed her fears. He was right, there was no way she could go anywhere else. Deka had no idea how things worked in this world of his, but in her world if someone like her was alone and on the streets she'd be snatched up. She also wasn't made to be left alone, so it gave her a modicum of comfort that she'd be staying with him. Even though he was different, there had to be parts of him that were still the same. <br><br>Knowing Rogier the way she did, there had to be a huge part of him that was anxious about this. Hell, anyone would be anxious about this. Letting a strange, mixed breed, fanciful creature from another world stay with you while things got figured out. Deka knew that with some time, even though he wasn't the Rogier she knew and loved, she could win him over. She had literally been created as a partner for him, and knew him in and out. Still, even with that knowledge she was worried. Not many people would react favorably to a surprise like this, and she didn't want to overstay her welcome, or step on any toes. Suppose he had a significant other? Suppose he wasn't single? But, it didn't make sense to worry about that right now. Baby steps, that was the important part. <br><br>Deka nodded, siting herself down on a chair, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her calves. She rested her chin on her knees, her anxiety plainly written on her face. <br><br>"Maybe you could tell me about you? My Rogier was a politician, but I don't get that vibe from you." She grinned a little hesitantly, hoping he had a good sense of humor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 06:25:05</strong>
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				Rogier took a long moment, to once again study the strange, well she had called herself an anthro, girl, as if he still didn’t believe that she had suddenly appeared in his house and if he looked away, she’d vanish. To be truthful, he wasn’t all that sure which was more irrational, believing that a furred being made from an African Wild Dog and a Human had crossed over from what was more and more seeming like a different universe or believing that such a being would vanish, if not closely examined.&nbsp; He honestly really wanted that beer he had been thinking about, just before this all happened. However, it was a time for sobriety, if there ever was one. <br><br>“A politician”&nbsp; the writer mused softly, reaching up and performing the stereotypical action of a thinking man, by stroking his beard with one hand, the other resting on one hip. He stood there, quietly, looking at Deka but not really seeing her. His lips moved in silent words, as if he was conversing with himself but only mouthing one word in three or four. If someone had tried to read his lips, it would have only come out to a strange collection of seemingly unrelated phrases. Finally, he nodded, as if agreeing to something and refocused on the girl, moving to sit on the edge of the rather large, at least for a man living alone, bed, which dominated the room. <br><br>“I was almost a politician” he said, looking closely at his strange guest, “I started college with a political science major. Decided it wasn’t for me, after getting involved with student government and switched my major to english. I can tell you, my father was very disappointed but my grandmother was very pleased. When my dad refused to co-sign for further student loans, she stepped in to hep me. She lived to see me publish my first book and I’ve always dedicated my books in her memory.” <br><br>“If you haven’t guessed” he added with a smile, “I make my living writing. I have four series going on right now, with another two I’ve completed. I’ve had several best sellers and there’s been rumors that a studio has been looking into buy the rights to at least one series. I hope it’s true and that it’s HBO or AMC.” <br><br>“So I’ve got a question or several” Rogier continued, “How common are....well your kind and are you as much a slave, as it sounds, at least from what you’ve said?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 07:50:40</strong>
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				Deka stayed quiet, observing his mannerisms as he thought and spoke. Although there were so many similarities between the two Rogiers she knew, there were many differences too. This Rogier seemed to have a habit of mouthing words to himself before speaking, especially if he was thinking. It was odd, and although she tried to follow the way his lips moved to discern words, it was difficult and the things she caught didn't make a ton of sense. She didn't interrupt though, and instead observed him with rapt fascination. <br><br>It was so odd, seeing the Rogier she knew and loved with such subtle differences. It was like a body double who hadn't studied for his role, and she found herself unable to look away. <br><br>She was a little startled when he said he had originally gone to school to be a politician, but had lost interest. Deka was even more shocked when he mentioned his career as a writer, as she had known that at one point her beloved Rogier had dabbled as a novelist. It was such a strange connection between the man in front of her, and the man she had been created for. Almost everything he did amused her. The way his lips curved upwards in a gentle smile she knew so well, how he described parts of his life for her so she could get to know him. <br><br>Deka remained quiet as he finished, turning around and asking her a few questions. She didn't mind them, and was happy to explain how things worked in her world. Although, her snout wrinkled as he described her as a slave. <br><br>"I guess if you're not familiar with the concept, a slave is very much what I sound like. Rogier and I hated that word though, he always insisted I was so much more. Imagine being able to create a best friend, someone who has all the same interests, the same sense of humor, and the same wants and needs. I'm a personal assistant, a maid, a best friend, and a lover all rolled into one. It's a fairly popular concept for anyone who can afford it, as the process is pretty expensive. Animal-human hybrids are popular though, and many different options are available." Deka stayed balled up with her legs against her front and her arms wrapped around her legs. Already she was starting to crave Rogier's physical touch, but didn't think this new stranger would take kindly to that yet. <br><br>"Do you live here all by yourself? Don't you get lonely?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>15-08-2016, 03:18:12</strong>
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				Rogier listened carefully, as Deka attempted to explain how she wasn’t a slave. She did sound enthusiastic about the different roles she performed for his counterpart in another world. There was even a logic to her argument but this custom creation of a living, thinking life, sounded far too easy to abuse, at least in the sense of creating independent beings.&nbsp; He could already see, if such a thing were available here, just how to exploit the system to create a perfectly obedient slave, wired correctly to never see themselves as a slave and thus keep them in unseen chains. Then again, freedom is slavery and war is peace. <br><br>“Yes” he said, answering her question as he still pondered the social implications of Anthros, “Its rather nice up here, quiet and peaceful. The only place I could think of to be better for writing, would be a private island but I’m not overly fond of hurricanes. That and I like all four seasons and real maple syrup.” <br><br>A grin, slightly self mocking spread across his lips. It could be said that he had taken the native Vermonter view on what most of the country called pancake syrup, the slightly maple flavored corn syrup to be found in the likes of Mrs. Butterworth’s and Aunt Jemima, instead of the real stuff. Of course, he too was a flatlander, having been born in New York but he had spent plenty of time up in the Green Mountains by now and paid call to many sugar shack for a pancake breakfast. <br><br>“And I’m not up here alone all the time” Rogier continued, shrugging a little, “I get visitors from time to time, mostly just from my sister and her family in the winter. Although it has been getting harder for her to get up here, now that she’s back to work full time. Oh and I go to conventions, get way too much human contact then.” <br><br>“So” he added, “A politician huh? State or Fed? I’d like to know about this.......other me.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>15-08-2016, 08:21:46</strong>
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				She liked hearing him talk. He had a sense of humor too, which was good. There was a lot about him that was like her Rogier. Deka giggled about the maple syrup, knowing that it was something she herself enjoyed, and she also knew that sometimes Vermonters could be a little pretentious about it. She was glad that this man she had ended up with was so personable and kind. <br><br>His life sounded so lonely, but that must be how he preferred it. Deka couldn't imagine that a good looking, funny man like him had trouble finding a woman. She wondered then, if she was an intrusion. The wild dog girl was very self-conscious, and very aware that she was incredibly different from what he was used to. It was clear he had never seen an anthropomorph before, even if he was handing it incredibly well. <br><br>Suddenly she wanted to cry. Somehow, through some huge mistake, she had ended up here with this very generous man. Deka felt very alone, and very, very small. <br><br>But he seemed to know what to talk about. He brought up her favorite subject, Rogier. She couldn't help but smile, momentarily forgetting her discomfort. <br><br>"You're a lot like him, I think." Deka's tail swished back and forth as she thought. "He was a representative for the state of New York. As far as his politics, he was a little more liberal." She giggled, glancing up at him. "People like me aren't always popular with the conservatives. He wrote before he became a politician, but it wasn't something he pursued. He was very kind, and you have the same sense of humor. In fact, I'm glad you're so similar. It makes this much easier." <br><br>"I have to be honest, this whole situation has me so upset..." She trailed off, her eyes filling with tears. The worst part was, it had been a few days since she and Rogier had been together because of his schedule. The longer she and Rogier were apart, the worse she got. Anxious, headaches, nausea, depression, they were all symptoms of her and Rogier being apart too long. This was supposed to be their weekend together, and afterwards she would have felt much better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 23:39:22</strong>
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				The grin on Rogier’s face had changed from that of self mockery, to one more natural, amused as the strange girl began to talk about his counterpart, more so because her tail had come unwrapped from around her and begun to wag. He had a sudden urge to lean forwards and start rubbing her ears, with the usual assorted babytalk about who was a good girl. An urge he had to quickly tamp down, lest he act upon it without thinking and the idea of which, he had to keep from bursting out laughing at. <br><br>Other than the swishing tail, he could tell from her voice, that she was becoming more relaxed, after what must be considered both a literal and figurative world shattering event, as she talked about this other him. A relaxation which was fleeting, when she suddenly trailed off, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He wanted to get up and hug Deka, to tell her it was all going to be okay. But he didn’t, unsure of the reaction that would get and while he was a storyteller, he was a bad lier in person. There was no way any of this could be okay, anytime soon, unless whatever forces had brought her into his cabin, suddenly returned her to the world where she belonged. <br><br>But he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.<br><br>“Deka” Rogier said softly, slowly standing up and taking a few steps forwards, letting him place a hand on the anthro girl’s shoulder and deliver a hopefully comforting squeeze, “Its been an....exciting evening. Why dont you take the guest room and we’ll see what the morning brings? Maybe some sleep will help with ideas?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 01:18:54</strong>
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				She glanced up at him as he moved towards her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently. Deka had to resist the urge to nuzzle his arm; she was desperate for some form of contact, and the squeeze on her shoulder wasn't enough. He was right though, it was definitely time for bed. She was exhausted. Running her hand through her hair, she flashed what she hoped was a brave smile up at her new friend. <br><br>"I think that's a good idea. Thank you for your hospitality, Rogier." Standing up, she headed towards the guest bedroom. Was it weird for him that she didn't need directions around his house? Deka was intimately familiar with the layout. Closing the door behind her, she looked at the bed warily. She wasn't sure that she could sleep alone. She hadn't slept alone since she had been created. Well, she would give it a try, she supposed. <br><br>Taking off the clothes he had loaned her, she crawled between the sheets. <br><br>Thus commenced an hour of tossing and turning, in which she was riddled with anxiety. She knew that it was from the lack of physical contact she'd had, but it didn't matter, she was still freaking out. She was also completely unable to sleep. For a few minutes she debated just not sleeping, but she was so, so tired. <br><br>Grumbling and throwing on the t-shirt he had lent her, Deka wandered into the master bedroom. She clutched her tail, running her fingers through it anxiously. <br><br>"Rogier." She whispered, watching for any sign of movement. "Rogier... I can't sleep by myself. I've never slept alone. Could I... Could I stay in here with you?" If he didn't wake up she would climb into bed with him trying not to wake him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 02:41:51</strong>
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				It was, somewhat unsettling, even giving the rather strange events of the night, to have someone so familiar with his home, that Rogier didn’t need to show them the way to the right room. Admittedly, the cabin wasn’t small but it was still cosy and there were only so many doors to choose from, so there were good odds at getting it right on the first guess. Still, she was a stranger or was she? There were still so many questions to answer and there was an itch in his brain, which could only be soothed with research. <br><br>Most of the next hour was spent in his study, no lights, save the glow from the screen of his computer. He read quickly and quietly, jumping from page to page about multiverse theory or string theory and even a tab he had opened to read about the Berenstein/Berenstain Bears theory. Already tired from the oddity he had encountered that evening and the lulled by the soft pattering of rain, it had been a struggle to read and understand the amount of information, not to mention the rather advanced ideas behind the theories. At a little under an hour, he had called it quits and gone to bed. <br><br>As he had every day or rather, every night of his life, since he had left his parents home (and the few times he had visitors or it was an extra cold night), Rogier had stripped naked before crawling into bed. It was one of the few things, which would have deviated him from his counterpart in Deka’s universe. The other Rogier always wore boxers or like but then again, as a politician, he might be called upon at any time in the night. There had even been some days, mostly in the summer, when he never got dressed at all, which was something his doppelganger had never done. <br><br>The sweet seductive embrace of sleep, had only held him for a few moments, when the bedroom door opened. The sound, so unusual for someone living alone, was enough to draw at least some part of his mind back to the waking world, one eye opening slightly but not truly seeing, as his head turned towards the doorway. The whispers of his guest were heard but not understood, to which he gave a mumbling, muzzy response, which was more a sound of agreement, than words, as he rolled over on his side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>22-08-2016, 07:33:41</strong>
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				Although he didn't say anything clearly intelligible, whatever he muttered sounded agreeable. It wasn't weird to her that she was standing in his bedroom with just a t-shirt on, no panties or pants, waiting for permission to climb into bed with him. If she was honest, the only weird part was waiting for permission to sleep with him! She and Rogier spent every night together, so it was a given that they would sleep in the same bed. Her tail was pulled from her fingers and started to wag as she tip toed over to the bed, pulling back the blankets and sheets on the side her new friend wasn't currently occupying. <br><br>Making almost no noise Deka slid herself between the sheets, making sure to keep some space between herself and her bed mate. After snuggling down under the blanket, she really focused on going to sleep. She was surprised at how easy it was! Rogier's scent, her Rogier, filled the room. She buried her snout in the pillow, inhaling deeply. The stress she was feeling seemed to melt away, and in only a minute or two she was asleep. <br><br>Although she had worked hard to not invade too much of his space when she climbed into bed awake, asleep was a different story. She and Rogier usually woke all tangled up together in the morning, prompting a few giggles and usually some morning sex. In her sleep she migrated towards the man in bed with her, soon pressed up against him. His warm, firm body against hers was comforting in a way that nothing else could be, and she slept a deep, dreamless sleep. It wasn't weird to her that he was naked, that was usually how she and Rogier slept anyways! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-08-2016, 01:25:13</strong>
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				Whatever little part of Rogier had awoken, was well back into the realms of dreams by the time, Deka had slipped into bed with him. Deep was his own sleep, as the night went on, neither the end of the rain or the Anthro girl snuggling against him, brought him back, although he did slowly roll over again at some point. Above them, the dark clouds, which had brought someone from another universe into this one, gave way to an endless sea of stars, the small points of light glittering in the vast darkness, as if to show just how many different variations of this world, there might be. <br><br>As the sun began to peek over the tops of the Green Mountains. Rogier stirred slightly, drawn from a warm, lovely dream he wouldn’t remember. But it was one of those dreams, the kind men couldn’t lay on their stomachs for. As he slipped into the waking world, there was a smile on his lips, as he could still feel a nicely shaped rump in his hands and breasts pressed against his chest. A soft sound, a low rumble of arousal, built slow in the back of his throat, as he imagined he could still feel the girl from his dreams, as he rolled his hips, rubbing a demanding erection against what he was sure was a phantom form. <br><br>Opening his eyes, he found what he thought was an incorporeal form, was in fact another body in his bed. As his eyes focused, panic and shock shot through his mind, as the face he was looking at, registered as inhuman. For a moment, fight or flight instincts flood his blood stream with adrenaline, every muscle tightening, ready to spring and his hands reflective clenching, making what was a rather light grasp on her rear, much much stronger. Just as he was about to sprung away, memories of night before and the strangers who had appeared in his cabin surged into his conscious mind, warring with his instincts, forcing logic and relaxation through him. <br><br>“Deka” Rogier half grasped, when he finally found the ability to speak, his hands flying off her butt, as he pushed himself back, getting a little space between the pair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>25-08-2016, 05:03:47</strong>
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				At some point during the night, Deka had not only gravitated towards Rogier, but moved so that she was sleeping with her head on his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his front. She didn't remember it; she slept like an absolute baby. Deep and dreamless, she didn't even wake up until his hands tightened on her behind, and even then it was only to giggle. Deka loved how playful he always was in the mornings, it was delicious to wake up to! <br><br>"Rogier...!" She giggled, feigning indignation. However, she woke up more fully when his hands flew from her behind and she could feel space growing between them as if he was scooting backwards. Rubbing her eyes, Deka rolled over to see what the problem was, and was shocked to see Rogier with different facial hair, and unusual surroundings behind his head. Wrinkling her brow, it all came back. Her eyes widened as she realized what had happened. At some point during the night she must have rolled over and slept against him like she usually did, and when he woke up it startled him. <br><br>With all of her jostling around the shirt she wore had ridden up, exposing everything below her breasts. She wasn't shy, and didn't move to hide anything. After she had worked through what was going on, she realized she was staring at a naked Rogier. It amused her that he slept naked like her Rogier did, but she was sure he was not nearly as amused as she was. <br><br>"Oh God, I'm sorry," She muttered hastily before jumping out of bed, facing away from him. "I must have curled up against you at some point last night, it's how Rogier and I usually sleep, I'm so sorry!" Deka was mortified; he was such a gracious host, and here she had gone and made him uncomfortable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>27-08-2016, 03:29:25</strong>
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				Rogier was treated to one of the more interesting sights he had ever seen, as Deka hopped out of his bed. In shape, the Anthro girl was very very human and with just the right proportions to insight passion within him. Indeed, had she been a human woman, there would have been nothing on Earth, Heaven or Hell, which would have been able to stop him from pressing up against her, his arms wrapping around her torso, so he could run his hands over her chest. But she wasn’t and the situation was far too new and strange, to bring him to such acts. However, it didn’t stop him from admiring the sight before him, although the rising sense of awkwardness and confusion which he was feeling at that moment, did prompt him sit up and pull the sheets around his waist, covering his still erect manhood. <br><br>“Its alright” he said, after taking a deep, calming breath, “I was just a little unprepared for someone to be in my bed. I thought you were going to be in the guest room?”<br><br>He didn’t sound mad or accusing, upon waking up to her being all but naked and snuggled up to him. He did sound wondering at that fact, although now that he was very awake and thinking, possible reasons started drifting through his mind, for why she had chosen to join him. She had just said that she and the other Rogier always slept like that and he supposed he was a good surrogate for the man she was created for, given that they were counterparts. She had said they looked nearly the same, did that mean they smelled the same or was there some slight difference, like the apparent different styles they wore their facial hair? He almost wanted to ask. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>28-08-2016, 07:51:24</strong>
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				Deka heard a rustling of the blankets, and assumed that Rogier had covered himself up. She twisted her head over her shoulder, confirmed that he was covered up, and turned to face him. Her distress was evident on her face, and by the way her ears were pressed flat against her head. Her tail was once more in her hair, and her fingers twisting and tugging on the fur anxiously. During the night her ponytail had loosened, causing loose hair to fall around and frame her face. He didn't seem to remember her joining him in the middle of the night, and she was nearly sick with anxiety. She should have just stayed awake in the guest bedroom. She knew it. Not even one full day with this stranger, and she'd screwed up. <br><br>Although his tone didn't sound upset, Deka was still freaking out. <br><br>"I just... I've never slept alone before, and I couldn't sleep, so I came in here to see if you were awake and you said that I could sleep with you after I asked, well, you grunted, but it didn't sound like a 'no', so I crawled onto the edge of the bed but at some point during the night I must have moved across the bed over to you, and I'm really sorry." Everything came out in a gush of words, and she spoke very quickly. Almost immediately afterwards she burst into tears, her hands leaving her tail to cover her face. <br><br>"I'm... Sorry," She cried, shoulders heaving. The stress of the past few hours seemed to hit her all at once, and had cracked through the facade she'd had up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-08-2016, 22:35:13</strong>
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				Rogier thought he was ready for just about any reaction at this point. Embarrassment, apologies, maybe even her asking if he had liked her butt (she had said that she was the other Rogier’s lover) but he wasn’t ready for Deka to burst into tears. He had been nodding, in both acceptance and encouragement, as she explained that she hadn’t slept alone in her life and that she had come to him to see if he had been awake. While he was normally a heavy sleeper, he could see the possibility of him waking up enough to give some sort of grunt, if she had slipped in early enough after he went to bed.<br><br>A blink of surprise came, when Deka’s hands shot up from the worried grasping of her tail and covered her face, just in time for the sobbing to start. For a moment, he was confused and unsure of what to do or say. But then instinct kicked in, that social mentality tucked away in the human mind, ordering and demanding that he give comfort to those in distress. The idea that he should embrace her being forefront in his mind. For yet a moment more, he paused, considering the sheet he had covering his lower half, wondering if he should try to hold it around his waist but in the end, abandoning the idea. She had just slept with him naked and assumedly knew what he looked like without clothing, if she truly was his counterpart’s lover. <br><br>Luckily for him or at least in this situation, his erection, proud as it was when he had awoken, had softened. The heartbreaking sounds of her sobs, having driven away his arousal and any lingering memories of his hands squeezing her rump or the sensation of her pressed against him. There couldn’t have been anything more awkward, then hugging the crying girl, with a throbbing manhood at full mast. So thankfully, as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands rubbing her shoulders, there wasn’t anything to poke her. <br><br>“Hey hey” Rogier said in a soft voice, “It's alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just a little unexpected okay? Your fine.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2016, 05:28:52</strong>
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				She wasn't sure how long it was between the start of her tears and the warmth of his embrace, but almost immediately his touch had a calming affect on her. It didn't even register with her that he was naked, all that mattered was that he had gathered her in his arms. His smell, his touch, even the strength in his arms was so familiar that for a moment all of her anxiety and her fears were forgotten. <br><br>As he folded her into his arms she turned, pressing her face into his shoulder. Her sobs turned to sniffles after a few moments, which then turned to silence as she calmed herself down. In truth, this was the most physical contact that she'd had in over twenty-four hours, and his touch did more then any soothing words would have. His hands on her shoulders gradually massaged the stress away, leaving her looser and much more relaxed. <br><br>"I'm sorry," Deka mumbled, her voice muffled because she didn't remove her face from his shoulder. Deep breaths that were infused with his scent slowed her heart rate down, and she couldn't remember feeling this calm since her world had turned upside down. <br><br>The only negative effect of them being so close was her arousal. Finally she had realized that he was naked, having climbed out of bed sans sheet to comfort her. Being pressed against him with only a thin t-shirt separating their skin, his smell and feel surrounding her, it all made a heat start building in the pit of her stomach. His morning wood had wilted, but that wouldn't stop her. She had never had a problem growing Rogier's erection, and he'd never had trouble getting hard when confronted with her feminine wiles. <br><br>It helped that she was naked below the waist. <br><br>Pretending to be ignorant of the way their bodies pressed together, Deka squirmed a little in his arms, rubbing her stomach against his cock. She wiped away any remnants of tears still lingering on her furry cheeks before smiling bashfully up at Rogier. <br><br>"When's the last time you held a woman in your arms?" She tried to joke, hoping she hadn't made things awkward. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-08-2016, 23:37:02</strong>
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				“Its alright” said Rogier, as the anthro girl mumbled a final apology against his shoulder. There was a small smile on his lips, has he stood there, still holding her. It more a reflection of his relief that she had calmed down and that her distress had ended so quickly, once he had hugged her. He had been honestly worried about her and more than understanding, given the unparalleled (if one could forgive the pun) circumstances they found themselves in. There would of course, be time for her to grieve her losses but perhaps it would be better if that happened once they had found some stability and explored the confines of her new reality.&nbsp; <br><br>Which meant he was little caught off guard, when Deka started rubbing against him. The already sensual sensation of an attractive female body pushing against him, was further eroticized and exotified, by the feeling of soft, short fur against his already primed length. He couldn’t help the deep breath, almost a groan or a gasp, escaping, as his heartbeat picked up. Hot blood raced through his veins, making his cock pulse and throb, as shaft thickened and lengthen, responding in a subconscious and primal level, even as his mind went in different directions. His hands paused on her shoulders, fighting both the urge to slide down her back and grasp her butt, as he had been while they were in bed and the desire to push her away slightly, so he could figure out what was going on.&nbsp; <br><br>“Its...huh...well” mumbled Rogier, his cheeks turning red, as he tried not to focus on the feeling of his hardening manhood against her stomach, “Been a while......I...ah...get really focused....on my writing.....and well.....its hard....ah....well, its tough to....remember to....socialize......Ah, Deka...ah...just what are you doing?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2016, 07:20:03</strong>
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				Deka resisted the urge to crow in triumph as she felt him grow hard against her belly, knowing that Rogier had always enjoyed the feel of her short fur against his cock. How interesting would it be if they had the same interests and turn ons? She endeavored to find out. Glancing up at him, she could see his cheeks turning red from her straightforward question, and knew that it had been a while since he had been so close to a naked, alluring, woman like herself. <br><br>She could understand his confusion, though. She had made a complete one-eighty degree turn, going from a sobbing, anxious mess, to a sensual, horny beast. She'd had fits like these before when she'd been without physical contact from Rogier: anxious and depressed one minute, but the moment he laid his hands on her passionate and lustful. It was how she had been built, Deka couldn't help it! <br><br>"Rogier," She nearly purred, reaching between them to grasp his cock lightly in her hand, stroking him almost as an afterthought as she spoke. "I think I need the comfort of intimacy, to make me feel better. Why, I bet I know what sorts of things you enjoy... Let me thank you, Rogier, please..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-09-2016, 04:47:57</strong>
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				Rogier couldn’t help and wasn’t sure he wanted to stop, the low grunt of pleasure, from escaping his chest. As he had said, it had been a while, a long while if he was being honest, since any hand by his own, had been stroking his manhood and hers felt so very good. There was still that erotic and exotic feeling of soft fur, which made Deka all that more intoxicating. He didn’t even think, as his hands slid down her back, as he pushed himself a little closer against the unique female, his mind fogged with a growing lust. There was a chance she might just disappear from this universe, so why not take the chance, while she was offering it? <br><br>“I...ah” he muttered, before shaking his head a little and smiling, “Ah hell. I think I’d like to...find out...what you think I’d enjoy.”<br><br>His hands grasped her rear and squeezed, almost lifting the shorter girl up, as he finally gave in to his own growing need. Breathing hard, he leaned in, as if going for a kiss but paused, considering her for a moment in slight confusion. Just how did one kiss somebody, who had a muzzle, even if it was a short one? Did it work the same way as a human or would it be somewhat different, given the shape of her mouth? Well, there was only one way to find out, wasn’t there? <br><br>After the heartbeat he had paused, Rogier moved forwards again, pressing his lips to the front of her muzzle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>08-09-2016, 08:14:43</strong>
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				Deka growled low in her throat as he pulled her closer to him, snaking his hands down around her waist and gripping her ass in his hands. It felt so good to be held and wanted by him, even if he wasn't 'her' Rogier, he would make an excellent stand in. She would be able to think so much better with a clear mind, and he didn't seem opposed to helping her clear her head. Her head tilted back almost subconsciously, sensing him coming in for a kiss, and also sensing his hesitation. His erection in her hand said that he would move past whatever was making him pause, and she was willing to give him the time. She continued to stroke him, her furred paw gripping him tightly and starting to move quicker up and down his length. Deka brushed her thumb over the head of his cock, smirking at the bead of pre-cum that had accumulated. <br><br>Finally he leaned in, pressing his human lips to her more wolf-shaped muzzle. Her lips moved against his much like a human's would, and the familiar taste of him was the greatest comfort. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him more firmly down to her as she stood on her tip toes to kiss him more passionately. <br><br>As they kissed she stepped backwards, leading him towards the bed they had both just left. When the backs of her calves hit the bed she paused for only a second before pulling him towards her, tumbling them both onto the sheets. <br><br>The sex between her and Rogier had always been spectacular. She had been made for him, created with his wants and needs in mind. He had always had a dominant personality, and she had naturally been submissive to him, and enjoyed it. Of course, playfully, she had fought back a few times and things might have gotten a little rough, but it was always something she enjoyed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>10-09-2016, 05:20:10</strong>
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				Rogier found himself lost in the passionately returned kiss. New sensations ran through him, strange but yet familiar. He didn’t even notice, as her hand left the length of his cock and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling them tighter against one another. Almost of independent of his mind, his hips began grinding against her, rubbing his manhood against the softness of her belly, which sent tingling of pleasure racing up his spine. Nor did he notice she was leading him back towards the bed, until they suddenly toppled onto it, their bodies intertwined, Deka on her back and him atop her. <br><br>When the surprise shook from his mind, a laugh escaped him, before he gave his Anthro partner a second, quicker kiss. Smiling, he pushed up with his hands, lifting his upper body and keeping his cock pressed against her stomach. For a moment, he looked down at her, as he got his knees under him, finally completely supporting his own weight. A low rumble of desire built in his throat, as his sight drank in her exotic nature. His smile grew, as his hands grasped her sides and slowly started sliding upwards, gliding to her front and pushing up the shirt she was still wearing, until he was cupping her breasts. <br><br>Moving his whole body down slightly, he leaned in again, place a third and much deeper kiss against her lips. His hands began to squeeze and knead, folding her breasts, as his hips started grinding again, this time rubbing his cock against her sex. A groan of primal pleasure escaped him, as his lips parted slightly, his tongue probing against her mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Made for Him (IrishWolf &amp; Soumis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soumis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2016, 11:12:06</strong>
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				His laugh as they fell onto the bed was music to her ears, as was the short, sweet kiss he planted on her before he propped himself on his arms, holding himself above her. Deka could almost physically feel his gaze on her, drinking her in. Her smile mirrored his as he looked down at her, and it felt so natural, him above her. His hands came to rest on her flanks, sliding up her body and moving the shirt with it, exposing her inch by inch. His touch was light and it tickled, and she couldn't resist a giggle, but she wasn't laughing any longer when his hands cupped her furry breasts. <br><br>She groaned softly, silenced when he pressed another kiss to her lips, her body arching up to meet his. <br><br>It was like she was home. <br><br>Deka sighed against him, the feel of his cock so familiar but still exciting. Her sex was slick and aching for the feel of his cock, and she ground herself against him. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she tangled hers with it, reaching up to place her hands on either side of his face. She lost herself in the kiss, her tongue caressing his. After a few moments, she reached between them wrapping her hand around his cock and rubbing it against her slit before she broke the kiss. <br><br>"Don't you feel how wet I am for you, Rogier? Come on, take me... Fuck me, Rogier," If she wasn't half dog, she would have been purring. 
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