His Breath So Warm by: Kidzero6 Brian awoke one day to his alarm clock on a Monday morning in December. Feeling as warm and cozy as a canine morph could be he did not want to get out of the bed but he knew he must. To wake up quickly he went to the shower and started the hot water. He stripped off his boxers he unnecessarily wore because of human laws of decency. He wobbled into the shower as an icy blast of water startled him into full awake ness . The fur on his body shivered as it slowly got wet, he had a very thick coat of black with stripes of silver. His water pipes were somewhat frozen and the ice jetting out of the shower heads quickly told him that. He shivered for a while not being able to move, somewhat paralyzed by the cold, his morning wood shriveling away before his eyes. finally the warm started to seep into him as the ice melted into a relaxing stream. At least he was now fully awake to enjoy this as he washed himself and walked out into the kitchen to see what he could cook up today. He saw nothing but Pop-tarts on the counter as he watched his coffee brew. He walked outside to pick up his paper, the headlines said that there was a prison break and a highly skilled female ninja had escaped and is was expected to have reached the area of Brian’s village. His expression of shock was disrupted by children laughing in the background. His conscious came to him as he realized he hadn’t gotten his clothes on yet. He abruptly turned and went inside cursing, he didn’t mind the laws created by humans, he just thought that they were troubling at times. A wolf morph does not NEED to be restricted in tight clothes, he wanted to be free, he wouldn’t even mind the humans taking a break every once in a while. Brian believed that every one should be the way god intended them to be, in an unconscious freedom. His coffee was still steaming hot so he poured his cup and sat down resuming his thought about the jail escape. It was a scary image that flowed into his mind, thinking that a ruthless murderer, a NINJA none the less, was running around killing mercilessly. After eating and donning some light grey shorts and walked outside, the smell of the market flooded to his nose as he told the first breath of the brisk morning. He could smell the cinnamon rolls that one of his friends was making fresh for sale. There was another odd scent to the fray of all the commotion but he could not single it out , there was too much going on around him as the scent he had never smelled escaped him. He knew every smell in the village but this could not be from around these parts “strange”, he muttered. At first he thought that the slave traders had come but it was a Tuesday the wagon was not due for another 12 hours. He shook the thought and resumed his original mission, he continued along the road occasionally stopping to look at some items on display in his favorite intimate shop the “High Tailin” he saw that there were many different types of female apparel, he found several outfits that he would love for girls to put on but alas he had no girlfriend. Brian was no virgin he had two brief relationships with women but he was deeply hurt when they turned out to be nothing more than betrayers who ditch after love. He did have a stash at home but was waiting for the opportune moment to use them or give them as special gifts at Christmas. Sweating in the weather he walked around the entire village greeting and groaning as his hunger drove him to a local restaurant where he could have the best pheasant meat. “Hey Jacques have any new fowl for lunch?” The bartender nodded and quickly headed to the backroom where all food was prepped and preserved. Out of the corner of Brian’s eye he heard whisperings of a unfamiliar badger…“yea I got me a new shipment o’ slaves, tryin ta’ git rid of em before the police are on to me…” This attracted his attention almost immediately but he tried to not look like he was watching, Brian was so intrigued and angered at the same time, he wanted to know who these slavers were and wanted to kill them and liberate the slaves they have caught. Jacques handed Brian his meat still smoking lightly. He leaned forward and said to Brian, “You don’t want to go messing with those morphs, they’ve been nothing but trouble since they got here. They are the new punks who capture innocents and torture them, *then* when they’ve had their fill of fun the slaves are sold.” Brian was astonished by this and wanted even more to liberate the captives. “What else do you know about them?” Brian wanted to know his enemies before starting a bar fight. While Jacques informed Brian of all that he had heard the thugs had left and were heading out to the 135 acre field where the wagon was stationary. He followed closely behind, out of sight, his fur tingling with excitement. He expected there to be more slaves in the cart but only one was visible, it was a female fox (a vixen if you will), she appeared to be unconscious, her bright red coat glistening in the bright sun, darkened by several wet dark red spots, Brian assumed it was blood from the torment of these horrible beings. His blood got boiling hot as he readied himself for a fight of freedom.He had to wait though, he wanted every advantage he could get, as he was very fast but not that strong…. “My teeth and claws are a little duller that I usually keep them so they won’t do me much good if they wake.” when he was positive they were all asleep he crept out of his hiding spot and proceeded towards the wagon cart, “Damn! The doors are locked, I’ll have to search their filthy bodies and look for the stupid keys.” He gently lifted up the left hand fold of the badger’s jacket luckily this allowed him to see the key ring on his belt. At this point Brian’s pads were sweating profusely. His breath had become slow and deep, moist steam appearing when he exhaled in the cold dark camp. Gently he undid the clip of the ring and made sure to put the clip back slowly so it didn’t snap and alert the morph of his presence. Brian easily found the matching key to the lock as they were both rustic in color. He tapped the fox on the shoulder carefully as not to touch an injury, she stirred slightly a single moan escaped a little her mouth. He wanted to hush her but he seemed entranced by how familiar she smelled. *!!!!*That’s what that smell was, you were just in town today.” At this she seemed to flush with movement, he held onto her shoulder and tapped harder, she sprung to full awareness and shrunk back to a far corner of her cage. “It’s alright! I’m here to get you out of this cage,” she looked as if she were thinking but her fur stood on edge just in case. She must have accepted his offer because she tried to speak but only wisps of audible language came out. She then signaled that her throat was hurt indicated by the teeth marks on the underside of her muzzle. “It’s a shame,” he thought “such a beautiful morph tied and beaten to hell itself.” As he put the key in the lock she ran back to her solitary corner as if she was fearing something, “don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you….” he reassured her, but it seems she was not looking *at* him but she was looking PAST him…. A claw grabbed Brian’s scruff on his neck and almost shook him while saying in a booming voice, “No… But I will!” Brian felt himself get picked up and thrown back about 5’ landing on his chest and sliding to a stop at a bush. Brian quickly went into his feral rage he usually reserved for serious enemies. He bared his fangs and gave a deep warning growl, “What? You think you can take a tauren (minotaur like morph)? Don’t make me rip that fur out of your hide!” Brian had to think quickly as he was not planning a long battle, Brian tried to circle around and expose the kidneys of his enemy. The bull realized this soon and charged to blow Brian off balance, thanking his dad for his incredible reflex training, as he rolled down to the side of the raging bull, his enemy stumbled trying to regain balance. Brian took this opportunity to slash the back of the tauren’s leg, when he heard the ground shaking roar that followed he’d wished he had just knocked him out. The bull turned and looked down at the nimble wolf. Realizing he had put himself in a vulnerable position Brian raised his paws and bent them in a way that is covering his head. The bull simply picked him up by the neck and raised him to eye level while saying, “that was a bad idea…” he raised Brian head to his horns “he is going to kill me? I can’t let this happen…no…I’ve come…too far for it to end this way.” Brian suddenly got a confident gleam in his eye, even the bull saw this and said, “Do you not fear death?” Brian replied, “No…I DON’T FEAR YOU!!!” at that Brian lifted his dangling legs and vigorously scratched the bull face and chest causing the tauren great pains, his grip loosened enough for Brian to do a very athletic flip, launching himself off the bull’s shoulders and spinning in mid-air so he would land facing his foe. Brian crouched when he landed with one paw out to absorb shock, then broke out into a dash that even the fox thought brave. Brian thrust his claws out before he reached the unaware bull, screaming a vengeful growl he struck the back of the tauren and the sound of ripping flesh filled the air as he slashed as hard as he could. He felt his claws hit their target but did not know how hard, when he stood and looked at the bull he was sprawled out on the ground before him with a good 15” slash on his back. At this time the badger was awake and huddled against a rock scared to an extent to where he lost control of his bladder and wet himself. Brian got up and glared at the whimpering badger and said, “My name is Brian Hart, I am the one who frees slaves and severs the bonds holding them against their will. I will give this fox a life INSTEAD of taking yours!” at that Brian got up and turned to the cage where the girl did not look to be in stable condition. He opened the lock and cage containing the once again unconscious fox, gently he lifted her placing one paw under her head, the other under the fold of her knees. Slowly he spun around and casually walked back to his house. She was remarkably light for a fox, though he was not used to the constant weight in his arms, and three quarters of the way home he was incredibly tired. At times he wanted to stop and rest, but he knew the quicker he got her to his house the quicker he could use his potions he had stocked and heal the one who was becoming heavier as his arms begged to give out. He slowly waddled into town carrying the bloody vixen in his blood soaked furry arms, he got to his house and laid her down in his bed as he had forgotten to make it as usual. He didn’t care that she was bloody he would soon fix that, he ran to his supply closet and pulled out many different sized and colored bottles of liquids. He set them down right next to her and opened a bottle labeled “clotting oil”. He got a rag and poured some on the rag then searched her for cuts and any other parts that were bleeding. He found deep cuts and teeth mark in random places such as her throat, shoulders, below her breast, on her right arm, and her legs. He found and bandaged them after applying the oil. She lay still in a deep sleep for many hours, but Brian waited patiently staring in wonder at her bandaged body. Her fur glistening slightly. He cared for this girl for three days then she awakes at night seeing the wolf who’d rescued her leaning forward in a chair as if he tried to stay awake and make sure there was nothing else he needed to do for her. She sat up slowly realizing what he had done and remembering what happened at the wagon. Her fur quivered as her stomach grumbled for food, removing the covers of the warm bed she slowly slipped out and kissed Brian on the snout. She began to walk around Brian’s strange home curiously. She also realized that he had given her some flannel pajamas that were a little big for her, but cozy. She also felt embarrassed that he must’ve seen her without her clothes on. It didn’t matter too much to her as he DID save her life and give her a nice place to rehabilitate her. She was a fox anyway she only liked spandex or tight leather outfits preferably the color purple or a dark blue. She quickly located the food supply and ate the pop-tarts that were sitting out on the table. She explored the entire house searching for some appropriate clothing for what she had in mind. She found a robe made of velvet, she liked the way it had a pair of matching pants that were attached to the inside of the robe so she had to step into it. It still pained her to walk but she could not stay were she was or she would be discovered by someone else. She put the hood on and enjoyed the feel of the velvet rubbing against her soft hair. She wrote a note thanking Brian for what he had done, and that she must leave for many important reasons. The fox gingerly opened the front widow without making a sound and hopped out. She was in a rush to find an appropriate place to hide as she dashed into a darkened alley. Brian awoke slowly and yawned feeling a strange emptiness on the bed his muzzle was laying on, he suddenly sprung awake discovering that the fox had left. He scrambled around his house seeing if she had just gotten up to eat or something but he realized that it was not so. He walked into the kitchen and saw the window open, deep inside he knew she had left and would never return. He slumped down on the kitchen chair and saw the note. After reading it he understood that some morphs take longer to trust someone than others. Brian didn’t know why he felt like his heart was ripped out a third time, this was just an act of kindness on his behalf. He didn’t expect anything big, he just wanted to wake and see her one last time. He dressed and went around his daily schedule occasionally listening to the local gossip that circulated the village. Mostly it was about the recent jail break and that the ninja has been seen in this village, but it was nothing new to him the people he heard it from he did not trust it to be factual. Soon after Brian had finished his shopping at the market he walked home and sat in his favorite recliner dreaming of the fox he had rescued, he still felt the sweaty grip of the minotaur on his throat. As he lay on the brink of slumber his ear flickered at the sound of something slump and knock at his door. Cautiously he got up and walked over to his door, looking through the peephole he saw nobody but he just had to open the door or else his curiosity would kill him. He undid the lock and slowly wedged the door open, as if something were pushing because an enormous weight slammed forward surprising Brian enough to jump back and stare at the object that now lay on the floor almost lifelessly and shrouded by some kind of cloak. He inched over to the figure and saw blood pouring from what might’ve been the arm, aware of the situation that this figure was cut badly. Gingerly he picked up the figure the weight felling familiar to him, when he placed the body down on his previously occupied bed the hood fell of and in his shock he almost fell backwards, it, she, was the fox he rescued previously! Regaining his wits he counted the numerous wounds on the vixen and ran to get the appropriate medicine. The wounds were more than the last time, she had a deep cut on the inner part of her thigh, this one he was worried about the most, he needed to clean it but was hesitant to because the cut extended to her privates. He decided to clean the others including the previous wounds that had reopened first. “My god what do you keep getting yourself into?” he pondered this question while preparing to see the extensive damage to her underparts. His fur quivered at the thought of touching a women without permission, but it was necessary because she was bleeding profusely and the injury could get infected. Just as he started putting rubbing alcohol on the lower part of her leg she suddenly sprung awake and pulled a kunai dagger out of nowhere and put it to Brian’s throat she was so fast he didn’t even flinch. Then the idea hit him hard, “You’re the, ninja? It’s okay, you're okay, your safe and nobody’s going to get you.” still holding the dagger to his neck she stared at his eyes in wonder, then Brian saw a wince of pain in her as she started having trouble keeping here arm up. “If you keep straining, you’ll open your wounds again.” She finally recognized the wolf as the one who saved before and just went limp with a sigh and calmed herself in his comfy bed. “This cut on your leg is deep and long, it needs to be cleaned or else it could get badly infected.” She seemed to know what he was getting at and groaned in pain and said, “just do it, but be gentle , please don’t try anything, I’m grateful for getting me away from those slavers but if you take advantage of me I’ll have no problem killing you even if I am hurt. Understand?” he was appalled at this response but he accepted her terms. Brian washed his hands to get rid of the rubbing alcohol and blood, then he pulled a type of leaf from a jar and said “this will sting a little.” she nodded and he chewed the leaf in his mouth to turn it into a paste which he applied to her special area. She growled in discomfort and grit her teeth, her fur raising in anger. He paused to make sure she was alright with him doing this. He continued to rub on the cut until it was entirely covered. Surprisingly she didn’t feel much pain at all, “Thank you,” she said, “again, I never expected there to be wolves that are nice.” Brian was hurt by this comment but accepted it with grace. “Yeah, well I didn’t expect to see you again after you left me abruptly!” She averted her gaze and stated, “I’m sorry for what I did, I should have at least told you that I was leaving in person, I..I… didn’t think you would care for me this long.” Brian smiled and said, “I will care for anyone who needs it.” Brian took a deep sigh, “Even when I was little as a pup, I stumbled across a kit fox and begged for my mother to let her into our family, we nursed her and cared for everything she needed. I accepted her as my own sister, we even made names for each other, she called me Sanji. I always liked calling her…” He was cut off by her saying softly, “Kitsune.” His eyes widened as he lost the ability to speak and only sputters came out . “I was adopted when I was little, my real family had gotten slaved away. They hid me in hopes that I would survive, I can remember being found and raised by canine morphs, I even had brother, his name, was Sanji.” She had begun to walk towards Brian slowly a strange look in her eye. “This makes it the third time you have saved me, I’m really grateful…Brother.” Brian smelled a scent in the room suggesting her slight arousal, he quickly said, “Wait! What are you doing?” She continued to advance to him until she wrapped him in a warm furry embrace and whispered in his ear, “making up for lost times… and repaying your favors.” She slid the left side of her cheek against his right, pulling until their snouts met, their noses taking in the unique scent of the other. “Are you sure about this? I mean if you are my adopted sister , I …”At this she put a warm padded finger up to Brian’s lips before they could form words, she stuck her moist tongue out and licked the fluff under his chin, he shuddered at the feeling of her warm body pressed against his. She slowly sucked at his neck and gamely nibbled his shoulders and ears. “Come on, this is my way of repaying you…. especially you, big bro.” She continued working her way up the side of his muzzle and stopped at his ear for a wet lick. “Please, I want this for you, it’s the least I can do.” He understood and slowly gave in to the affection. When the smell of Brian’s arousal came to her nose she said, “that’s it, give in and let me do the work.” She gently nudged him to sit on the bed, he tried desperately to contain his peeking erection. Brian’s sheath was becoming sweaty and warm, she seemed to notice his member poking out because without looking she slid her left paw down to his slot and massaged him by rubbing slowly and squeezing every while. This made him go crazy, he loved it, not even those slut girls that left him before could match up to what Kitsune was doing. He put a paw on the back of her head and pulled it closer to his mouth, she realized he was submitting and doing what came naturally. He locked muzzles with the beautiful fox, and as he slid his wet tongue down her muzzle and felt around her mouth. Her tongue met his and they caressed each other with prodding licks inside their mouths. His free paw moved down to where she was still playing with him, he began to move her paw to where his balls were tightening under his cock. She took the hint and squeezed his nuts a little to stimulate the knot (a big lump at the base of most canine penises). After seeing that she had this under control he said, beginning to pant, “If you want, I can save you a fourth time.” she took the joke and giggled as she laid both of their sweat filled furry bodies onto the bed, she was questioning if he wanted to taste her but he seemed to be doing fine right now as he had latched onto her left breast and began to prod around for the nipple with his tongue separating the light fur on her top he started to suckle them and flick them repeatedly with his mouth. She seemed to get incredibly horny because it wasn’t long before she started leading him into the 69. His huge member twitching ticklishly at the feel of her damp mouth suck onto him. He spread her labia apart and stuck two wet fingers into her pussy and started to pump and swirl to stimulate her further. She went on a lustful rave with her tongue wrapped around him in the most interesting way. He squirmed in ecstasy as he felt her warm saliva lubricate his cock. He went into a licking frenzy to give her the same pleasure. Her vagina tasted like sweet honey, he could not get enough of her fluids she excreted. When their pleasure could only be exceeded by one thing they aborted the 69 as Kitsune got on her elbows and knees with her legs spread to ease Brian into her clit. He pried the tip in just to tease her, she moaned in a loving desire for more. He had a full raging hard-on, knot and all, he felt as if everything was throbbing inside as he pushed a little further in. Letting her have some but not all at once. She began to yelp a little as he pumped further and further into her furry sweat laced cunt. She spasmed her hole so it clamped on him and made him almost go over the edge. They began to thrust faster, picking up momentum as the bed creaked furiously trying to keep up the ever increasing speed of the pair. She started cumming as soon as he inserted his knot and balls fully into her sex drive. That was all Brian needed to push him to the bricking point, the wolf howled as he thrusted and pounded kitsune’s fox cunt for everything he had. Orgasming at the end of the miraculous speed. They both lay down face-to-face, still breathing heavily as Brian said,“You’re definitely……safe here.”----His breath so warm lulling her to sleep, snuggling with her brother.