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“Such a beauty…! The curves…, the thighs…, the freshness…! I would love to have my way with her…,” I mutter to myself as drool tries to leave my mouth. My eyes narrow, “if only that busty redhead would leave her alone.”
“Tryna fondle yer food again, Kess?” Dass whispers into my ear, as I watch a wild cow being petted and talked to by some random, teenaged, red-haired girl who, really, shouldn’t be here. We’re in the depths of the Great Plains, leagues away from even the most adventurous people. Why’s she even here?
“I wish,” I whisper back. “Say, won’tya distract miss boobage and draw her away so I can have some quality time with my future meal?” I nudge him.
“I dunno, man…,” he sighs, sounding very apprehensive, “she’s not really my type, ya know…?”
“Come off it, man…,” I retort.
You know…. A long moment of silence for us gave way to an idea popping up in my head. A plan, so cunning, I wager, you could call it a coyote and chase after it for having kidnapped your prized possessions.
I start to walk away, and before Dass can turn about I reach over and rap his butt with my open palm. The sound echoes through the trees, and both the cow and the girl straighten up and jerk their heads in our direction.
I’m already making my way around them, though, so they’ll only see Dass. For his part, Dass was trying real hard not to make any more noise. He gives me a look while I creep around the little opening where the two females are.
As hoped, the teen rushes over to Dass and starts fawning on him. I divert attention back to the cow, eager to take her down and taste her succulent flesh.
“Kess, you bum!” blurts out Dass as I set up to charge the cow. I see him scamper over to me, with the girl hot in tow behind him. “I sure as hell never asked for this!”
“Aww…!” I mock-pity him. I glance back through the opening to find the cow has gone away. “Great, you scared her away,” I sigh, deflated.
“Eeeeek!! Two Anthropes! Together!” squeaks the girl while bouncing on the balls of her toes, causing her ample bust to bounce equally happily. “I’m the Peregrine! I’ve always wanted to meet two Anthropes in one place!”
“Good job, Dass,” I pat his head, frowning, “why’d you hafta go flap yer gums in front of her?”
“Says the git who spanked me…!” huffs back Dass. His large eyes narrow.
“So, are you, like, lost or something?” I address her. “There aren’t exactly any settlements anywhere nearby, ya know….”
She doesn’t respond within a suitable length of time, instead just staring excitedly at the both of us with her little hands clutched to her massive chest. The sack-like garment draped on her body looks uncomfortable.
“Uh…, yooooo…?” I thrust my head towards her, so my muzzle sits just inches away from her pointy little nose. I raise my left paw and prod her cheek with it, several times.
“Oh!” she starts, “I’m sorry! I’m looking for my Academy.
“Hey!” she cheers happily again, “won’t you two help me find the place? I’ve been searching and searching but it seems things have changed here so much I just keep getting lost!” She giggles like a girl, and I, at least, roll my eyes at her.
“And why’d we do that?” prods Dass, who now shoves his muzzle into her face, in my place. “What’s in it for us?”
“Because you’re not Evil…?” she tries us tentatively, shrugging uneasily. Of course, she’d expected us to just oblige her; we’re not your average folks, though.
That said, she steered clear of the usual kinds of reasons Dass and I were used to receiving from females when we were growing up. Her attempt was actually more thought-out than that. Not by much, though….
“Still don’t help us out, in the end,” I emphasize Dass’ second query.
“I’ll feed you during the trek, and I’ll do my best to do all my own walking every day of the trek.”
Dass and I then exchange looks at the same time. She’s offering more than I’d expected her to, but we both still feel not quite convinced helping her is worth our while.
“Yeah, still not feelin’ it,” we both chortle simultaneously.
“Wow!” she perks up yet again, amazed, “that was, like, perfectly in-sync!” Almost immediately after that, though, her expression turns to that of being deep in thought. “Maybe I should ask you two what I can do to make your accompanying me worth-while?” she poses to us after a moment. It’s the best query she’s asked so far….
But, she’s still missing something important. “Yo, don’t matter what makes it ‘worth-while’; we ain’t gotta clue where yer stupid ‘Academy’ is in the first place! Can’t help ya!” Dass practically reads my mind (something we can usually do with each other now, having been life-long, best friends).
She suddenly gasps, perhaps more exaggerated than one would expect of her in this situation. “Goodness! You’re so right! My apologies, guys, I didn’t mean to trouble you like this.”
Is she for real? How scatter-brained is this “Peregrine,” anyway?
“Well, good luck,” I wave as I turn about and walk off. Dass doesn’t even give her that much as he does the same.
“Wait! Pretty-please, can I have your names?” she begs, and we stop.
“We’ll give you our names if you’ll give us some time with that huge-ass rack,” I reply back to her slyly.
“Well, I guess that’s fair enough,” she shrugs and obliges us.
I walk back over to her, and quickly jerk down her garment so that it falls over her breasts but stops short of her hips. Dass and I meticulously inspect the “goods” for several minutes, concluding at last that the experience is well worth us giving her our names. Embarrassed, yet complacent, she hikes her sack of a garment back up when we finish.
“Right: I’m Kessen, the awesome-est steppe-wolf alive,” I introduce myself rather flavourfully. “People who know me call me ‘Kess,’ though!” I quickly add as Dass tries to open his mouth to speak.
“And, I’m Dassan, ‘Dass’ for short,” bows Dass, “and I’mma steppe-deer…, that can talk.” The Peregrine giggles, thinking we’re so cute.
“Thank you,” she nods to us. “I hope we’ll meet again sometime.”
“Sure…,” I shrug, then head myself on out again. Again, Dass keeps quiet as he follows suit.
“Goodbye!” she cheers us on, which is the last we hear of her.
I still gotta eat….