I'm Just a Country Gal
A Furside Tale by Misterebony
Furside is a huge place. But it is not the whole of New Terra. In fact, it covers only about a fourth of the world. The rest is farmland and villages, interpopulated by furs and humes and generally not tied to the rules of the city.
Oddly, this was why there was a HUGE population of halfbreeds in the area. Millie was one of these halfbreeds, looking at the glowing lights of Furside from her home in what was once North England. She looked human for the most part, but she had mouse ears and tail, as well as a mousey nose. She was wearing a set of overalls special made for halfbreeds like her, with a hole in the rear for the tail but not to show her round bottom. She was pretty, with flowing brown hair and dark eyes, but she was also hungry. She kept a ranch in this area of Humes, and she often ate her picks of the herd.
She, outside of Furside, things like Hume slavery were not only legal, they were common. WHy not? In America some Humes had big fur farms for making those full sized coats everyone in the city bought, and te African region was full of kiddie karnivals, basically public mat shops for Hume and Fur cubs. outside of Furside it was all perfectly legal. Besides, not like they didn't like it.
Hell, that was how she was born.
**************
Her mom was the ranch owner years ago, and she was famous for her brand. They called her the Maneater, because of her cattle prefrence. No cubs, no females, just the best studs for miles, and all Humes.
Course she loved them all. And they loved her. She spent time with each and every one like they were her best friends. Left little time for contact with other furs outside of buisness deals, but BOY did her Hume courtship routines get good.
Then she bought the man who would be Millie's father: a handsome former resident of Furside named Walter. He was kind and selfless, always working in the house on the carpentry, and always eager to help the Maneater. The grew to be friends. Then it became more. She knew he loved him when she skipped buisness deals just to have lunch with him.
So, they married. In the coutry this was VERY common, and Furside was full of romance tales about it. this could easily have been one of them, since she and he were happy all their lives, and even had a child: Millie of course.
But while being eaten made life longer lasting, Humes and Furs were still mortal. Even with all the advances the two races made in medicine, death came for everyone. It hit Walter first, and the Maneater a day later. But they died happily, Water especially, breathing his last while holding the hand of the woman he loved. and the Maneater did not have long to wait to see him in the afterlife.
When they died, Millie got the ranch. She had done well for herself, but it was hard work, and no Walter's among the herd. Her main joy then was at night, when the herd slept in the bunkhouse for the meat, and she would climb to the top of the farmhouse. From there she could see the glow of the city. She chuckled as she saw it, thinking of the silly idea of Humes on one side and Furs on the other.
"Hell, I got both in one body. Look like a Hume, eat like a Fur." She said with a giggle. She chuckled a little at the thought, wondering how it would look for her to enter into a resturaunt in Furside and order a Manburger.
That idea always made her laugh.
**********
4 years had passed since her parents died, and she was now 29. She missed her family, or any company she didn't eat. Hell one of her teen herd Humes was turning on the bbq spit. But who came to see her but buisnessmen, and boy were THOSE guys dull as paint peeling.
"Excuse me?" A deep voice said. Millie looked up, and was wide eyed at what she saw.
He was no buisness dude, but an honest to God country Fur. He was in nothing but fur. BROWN fur, like chocolate, her favorite dessert. And those eyes. Blue like sky.
And then she noticed he was not a FULL fur. He just wore a fur coat. As he removed it, he showed his feline features. Cat ears. long brown tail covered in fur. Fur patches covering his nipples. And leather pants.
"yes?" She squeaked, overtaken by art. He seemed just as flabbergasted as he stared at her. His mouth dropped open as he watched her tail sway back and forth.
'well,' she thought with a sly grin, 'this halfbreed must be a male me. no way I am that pretty.'
She rethought that statement as he slowly came in. He was ver handsome, and she guessed he thought she looked pretty. Of course, instinct might have something to do withit to. After all, they were both half Fur, and his half ate her half in the old days. Well, the days before Humes anyway.
On the other hand, She ate Humes, and he was half Hume. a very DEEEEELICIOUS looking one at that. better than the bbq she had cooking.
"Er....um......er......may I sit?" He stammered, the mouse going to sit up to give him a seat... and falling prompty on her face.
"ow..." She said. So much for the pretty and graceful lady.
"You alright?" He said, moving forward to help and hitting his knee on the table. They were both crying in pain for awhile after that, then laughing at how silly at was.
"So much for the tough tabby cat." The feline halfbreed said, his whiskers by his flat nose twitching.
"And me, I hope you were not expecting the lady of grace and charm." Millie replied. the halfbreed guy chuckled.
"My name is Tabby. and I am here to buy some stock for breeding." He said, scooting over.
"Oh, you a Hume breeder?" She said, scooting next to him.
"Nah, just raise girls who want some guys who don't have fuzz all over them. I may own them, but man are they hard work."
"Tell me about it." She said. "But it goes alright. One gets out of line and I eat them." She then went wide eyed. "Oh! The BBQ!" She shot up and went out back, slowly pulling the spit off the rack. That was one thing she was glad she got from her mom: Fur strength. Boy did she need it some days. But as she went to set the meal down, the feline was out helping her with the load. She smiled at him as they took the well roasted guy into the house. He licked his lips as he smelled the meat.
"Ahhh, you raise good Humes I see. He looks delicious."
"Oh they are. Fed only the best and given a lot of love."
The feline nodded. "Smells like you are a good cook too."
"I dabble." Millie said. "I mainly just cover them in honey and sugar and eat them au natural. It is a wonder I am not big and fat."
The fleine hmmed some. "Well, as a mouse and being a cat myself, if you were I might eat you. YOU look tasty to!"
The mouse chuckled. "As do you. I LOVE Humes and halfbreeds." the two chuckled some. The Hume that was roasted was steaming hot on the table.
"Well, before we eat each other, perhaps we can share in a meal first, then we can talk buisness."
Millie sighed. Knew it would get serious soon enough. "Sure."
**********
As it turned out, the meal was wonderful, and not just the BBQed Hume. Tabby was a real exciting guy, usually heading into the city for supplies. Imagine! A real traveller to Furside around here! Turns out he had good reason.
See, he was not just a breeder. He also was what was known as a Cub Cooker. A specialist in the prep of Hume and Fur cubs, ALL AGES. They were sold as individual meals, or were delivered for big hoedowns in many of the villages, even on the Leviathans that landed nearby. As a result, much of his stock was underage. The female herd helped with their care, but since they also had to be sold and bred, their dutues were light. So the feline had to stock up often on supplies, especially toys and games.
Millie found the stories about these kids comical. He told of kids who kid in the mouths of dragons to sneak away to Furside for awhile, and of a few who snuggled with human toys called Teddy Bears for sleep. He heard of children who bested him at games, and were themselves bested. For once, the shop talk was not dull, it had soul and life. It was.... fun!
By the time he finished his tales the duo had eaten the Hume BBQ all to the bone. They rubbed their bellies, slurping at mugs of beer (Humes sure knew how to make the stuff!) and laughing at how fast they ate.
But they were still hungry.
"Hmmm..." Millie said, licking her lips. "You know what? I could use a... Catcake."
The feline smiled, grabbing playfully for a carving knife. Since all food eformed it was hardly a threat. "Some Mouse Moosse sounds scrumptous for dessert." They lept at each other, getting into a rumble, each trying to pin the other, laughing and squealing. They rolled on the kitchen floor, knocking over the table and sending bones flying, spilling beer all over them. Their knives tore the clothes they wore to shreads, leaving them both naked. A half hour later the kitchen was a shambles, and the two ranchers were sweaty, naked, and somewhat cut up.
And then it happened: Millie began to emit her pheromones, and Tabby began to sweat. They gazed into each others eyes. Then they embraced.
Tighter...
TIGHTER...
Their sex found each other, as did their lips.
Their tails interlocked, and they began to get close.
Right there on the kitchen floor, she was taken for the first time in her life. And oh how good he was.
'not sure how good he is at Hume breeding...' she managed to think as he sexxed her good, 'but DAMN he is a good halfbreed breeder!'
She licked his neck, his chin, his lips. Her tounge went in his mouth and tasted his delicious Hume parts. He was sweet and creamy, and she hungered.
She then felt his teeth at her neck, nomming on it, making her crazy and lustful. She bit at his cheek, making him mrowl in dleight.
Bite marks and scratches formed on both of their faces and backs, and he shot his seed powerfully as the rough sex continued. Still he was not done as he shot the first load, thrusting deeper.
Still SHE was not done, smushing him against her breasts.
For two hours it went non stop. When it was over, the duo, surrounded by broken table parts, overturned mugs, puddles of beer and spooge, and even a little of their blood from the scrapes were bathed also in darkness.
"Ok."He said. "I forgot completely why I came."
She smiled lustfully and stroked him. "Then you have a reason to come back."
"More than one." He whispered, kissing her on the lips. She had NO idea what was to come. She probably mised a chance to eat this cat.
No matter. she finally had someone to talk to. Strange, considering that it was likely they would have little to say.
Well, little besides perhaps "Damn hon, do me more."
Course that may just be wishful thinking.
"More." The cat cried, kissing her again.
Huh, maybe not.
THE END
A Furside Tale by Misterebony
Furside is a huge place. But it is not the whole of New Terra. In fact, it covers only about a fourth of the world. The rest is farmland and villages, interpopulated by furs and humes and generally not tied to the rules of the city.
Oddly, this was why there was a HUGE population of halfbreeds in the area. Millie was one of these halfbreeds, looking at the glowing lights of Furside from her home in what was once North England. She looked human for the most part, but she had mouse ears and tail, as well as a mousey nose. She was wearing a set of overalls special made for halfbreeds like her, with a hole in the rear for the tail but not to show her round bottom. She was pretty, with flowing brown hair and dark eyes, but she was also hungry. She kept a ranch in this area of Humes, and she often ate her picks of the herd.
She, outside of Furside, things like Hume slavery were not only legal, they were common. WHy not? In America some Humes had big fur farms for making those full sized coats everyone in the city bought, and te African region was full of kiddie karnivals, basically public mat shops for Hume and Fur cubs. outside of Furside it was all perfectly legal. Besides, not like they didn't like it.
Hell, that was how she was born.
**************
Her mom was the ranch owner years ago, and she was famous for her brand. They called her the Maneater, because of her cattle prefrence. No cubs, no females, just the best studs for miles, and all Humes.
Course she loved them all. And they loved her. She spent time with each and every one like they were her best friends. Left little time for contact with other furs outside of buisness deals, but BOY did her Hume courtship routines get good.
Then she bought the man who would be Millie's father: a handsome former resident of Furside named Walter. He was kind and selfless, always working in the house on the carpentry, and always eager to help the Maneater. The grew to be friends. Then it became more. She knew he loved him when she skipped buisness deals just to have lunch with him.
So, they married. In the coutry this was VERY common, and Furside was full of romance tales about it. this could easily have been one of them, since she and he were happy all their lives, and even had a child: Millie of course.
But while being eaten made life longer lasting, Humes and Furs were still mortal. Even with all the advances the two races made in medicine, death came for everyone. It hit Walter first, and the Maneater a day later. But they died happily, Water especially, breathing his last while holding the hand of the woman he loved. and the Maneater did not have long to wait to see him in the afterlife.
When they died, Millie got the ranch. She had done well for herself, but it was hard work, and no Walter's among the herd. Her main joy then was at night, when the herd slept in the bunkhouse for the meat, and she would climb to the top of the farmhouse. From there she could see the glow of the city. She chuckled as she saw it, thinking of the silly idea of Humes on one side and Furs on the other.
"Hell, I got both in one body. Look like a Hume, eat like a Fur." She said with a giggle. She chuckled a little at the thought, wondering how it would look for her to enter into a resturaunt in Furside and order a Manburger.
That idea always made her laugh.
**********
4 years had passed since her parents died, and she was now 29. She missed her family, or any company she didn't eat. Hell one of her teen herd Humes was turning on the bbq spit. But who came to see her but buisnessmen, and boy were THOSE guys dull as paint peeling.
"Excuse me?" A deep voice said. Millie looked up, and was wide eyed at what she saw.
He was no buisness dude, but an honest to God country Fur. He was in nothing but fur. BROWN fur, like chocolate, her favorite dessert. And those eyes. Blue like sky.
And then she noticed he was not a FULL fur. He just wore a fur coat. As he removed it, he showed his feline features. Cat ears. long brown tail covered in fur. Fur patches covering his nipples. And leather pants.
"yes?" She squeaked, overtaken by art. He seemed just as flabbergasted as he stared at her. His mouth dropped open as he watched her tail sway back and forth.
'well,' she thought with a sly grin, 'this halfbreed must be a male me. no way I am that pretty.'
She rethought that statement as he slowly came in. He was ver handsome, and she guessed he thought she looked pretty. Of course, instinct might have something to do withit to. After all, they were both half Fur, and his half ate her half in the old days. Well, the days before Humes anyway.
On the other hand, She ate Humes, and he was half Hume. a very DEEEEELICIOUS looking one at that. better than the bbq she had cooking.
"Er....um......er......may I sit?" He stammered, the mouse going to sit up to give him a seat... and falling prompty on her face.
"ow..." She said. So much for the pretty and graceful lady.
"You alright?" He said, moving forward to help and hitting his knee on the table. They were both crying in pain for awhile after that, then laughing at how silly at was.
"So much for the tough tabby cat." The feline halfbreed said, his whiskers by his flat nose twitching.
"And me, I hope you were not expecting the lady of grace and charm." Millie replied. the halfbreed guy chuckled.
"My name is Tabby. and I am here to buy some stock for breeding." He said, scooting over.
"Oh, you a Hume breeder?" She said, scooting next to him.
"Nah, just raise girls who want some guys who don't have fuzz all over them. I may own them, but man are they hard work."
"Tell me about it." She said. "But it goes alright. One gets out of line and I eat them." She then went wide eyed. "Oh! The BBQ!" She shot up and went out back, slowly pulling the spit off the rack. That was one thing she was glad she got from her mom: Fur strength. Boy did she need it some days. But as she went to set the meal down, the feline was out helping her with the load. She smiled at him as they took the well roasted guy into the house. He licked his lips as he smelled the meat.
"Ahhh, you raise good Humes I see. He looks delicious."
"Oh they are. Fed only the best and given a lot of love."
The feline nodded. "Smells like you are a good cook too."
"I dabble." Millie said. "I mainly just cover them in honey and sugar and eat them au natural. It is a wonder I am not big and fat."
The fleine hmmed some. "Well, as a mouse and being a cat myself, if you were I might eat you. YOU look tasty to!"
The mouse chuckled. "As do you. I LOVE Humes and halfbreeds." the two chuckled some. The Hume that was roasted was steaming hot on the table.
"Well, before we eat each other, perhaps we can share in a meal first, then we can talk buisness."
Millie sighed. Knew it would get serious soon enough. "Sure."
**********
As it turned out, the meal was wonderful, and not just the BBQed Hume. Tabby was a real exciting guy, usually heading into the city for supplies. Imagine! A real traveller to Furside around here! Turns out he had good reason.
See, he was not just a breeder. He also was what was known as a Cub Cooker. A specialist in the prep of Hume and Fur cubs, ALL AGES. They were sold as individual meals, or were delivered for big hoedowns in many of the villages, even on the Leviathans that landed nearby. As a result, much of his stock was underage. The female herd helped with their care, but since they also had to be sold and bred, their dutues were light. So the feline had to stock up often on supplies, especially toys and games.
Millie found the stories about these kids comical. He told of kids who kid in the mouths of dragons to sneak away to Furside for awhile, and of a few who snuggled with human toys called Teddy Bears for sleep. He heard of children who bested him at games, and were themselves bested. For once, the shop talk was not dull, it had soul and life. It was.... fun!
By the time he finished his tales the duo had eaten the Hume BBQ all to the bone. They rubbed their bellies, slurping at mugs of beer (Humes sure knew how to make the stuff!) and laughing at how fast they ate.
But they were still hungry.
"Hmmm..." Millie said, licking her lips. "You know what? I could use a... Catcake."
The feline smiled, grabbing playfully for a carving knife. Since all food eformed it was hardly a threat. "Some Mouse Moosse sounds scrumptous for dessert." They lept at each other, getting into a rumble, each trying to pin the other, laughing and squealing. They rolled on the kitchen floor, knocking over the table and sending bones flying, spilling beer all over them. Their knives tore the clothes they wore to shreads, leaving them both naked. A half hour later the kitchen was a shambles, and the two ranchers were sweaty, naked, and somewhat cut up.
And then it happened: Millie began to emit her pheromones, and Tabby began to sweat. They gazed into each others eyes. Then they embraced.
Tighter...
TIGHTER...
Their sex found each other, as did their lips.
Their tails interlocked, and they began to get close.
Right there on the kitchen floor, she was taken for the first time in her life. And oh how good he was.
'not sure how good he is at Hume breeding...' she managed to think as he sexxed her good, 'but DAMN he is a good halfbreed breeder!'
She licked his neck, his chin, his lips. Her tounge went in his mouth and tasted his delicious Hume parts. He was sweet and creamy, and she hungered.
She then felt his teeth at her neck, nomming on it, making her crazy and lustful. She bit at his cheek, making him mrowl in dleight.
Bite marks and scratches formed on both of their faces and backs, and he shot his seed powerfully as the rough sex continued. Still he was not done as he shot the first load, thrusting deeper.
Still SHE was not done, smushing him against her breasts.
For two hours it went non stop. When it was over, the duo, surrounded by broken table parts, overturned mugs, puddles of beer and spooge, and even a little of their blood from the scrapes were bathed also in darkness.
"Ok."He said. "I forgot completely why I came."
She smiled lustfully and stroked him. "Then you have a reason to come back."
"More than one." He whispered, kissing her on the lips. She had NO idea what was to come. She probably mised a chance to eat this cat.
No matter. she finally had someone to talk to. Strange, considering that it was likely they would have little to say.
Well, little besides perhaps "Damn hon, do me more."
Course that may just be wishful thinking.
"More." The cat cried, kissing her again.
Huh, maybe not.
THE END
I'm Just a Country Girl
By MisterEbony -- Report
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