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Furry: The Chronicles of the Seraphim
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
As someone posted part two of this I promised to dig out part one and
here it is. I've had a quick look through it and cringed at the way I
said some things but I thought... ah what the hell! Hope you like it.
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WARNING! / ATTENTION! / ACHTUNG! / KIKEN!
This fantasy story contains scenes that some may consider to
be bestiality. If this will offend you please stop reading now as it is
not my intention to upset anyone. Thank you.
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T H E C H R O N I C L E S O F T H E S E R A P H I M
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Part One
By Redvane Fox
Allasiel looked up from the ancient tome as the soft evening light
bathed his study in the high tower. Realising that he'd spent the
entire day pouring over the contents of the dusty volume he rose and
walked to the window. Throwing open the leaded panes he stepped out onto
the balcony into the russet glow of the setting sun.
Forest ruled the world for almost as far as he could see, a
seemingly endless green canopy stretching to the mountains marching
across the horizon, their snowy caps rose-pink in the evening light.
Allasiel breathed in the pure air rich with the scents of warm earth and
green leaves. A twittering disturbed him and he turned and looked
skywards. About the eaves of the tower's roof two house-martens
whistled and spiralled, chasing each other.
"Come my friends," he whispered and the swift birds flew to his
outstret- ched arm and perched, heads cocked, looking at him.
"Many insects a-wing tonight wizard!" they chorused to him, joyful
in his company. "There has been just so much to eat!".
Allasiel smiled at them as they fluttered from his finger and back
to the eaves. Always rushing the swallows were, busy but happy, much
like himself. There was always so much to do, so much to keep his
occupied. He wandered back to the ancient tome he had been studying and
nodded to himself. It had been a long search but the work had proved
most rewarding. Contained in the dusty pages was a key, a key to unlock
the secrets of another world. Allasiel and his compatriots had
dedicated themselves to searching out such marvels and he had found yet
another. What wonders would this new world reveal he mused as he walked
from his library. Soon he would turn the key in the lock and see.
Still, he thought as he walked down the winding stairs to the
gardens of his tower, all work made for a dull life and he felt as
though he had earned a little relaxation.
The little creature in the garden heard his footsteps on the
stairs. She raised her head and rose quickly to her hooves, shaking her
snowy mane as she did so. There was but one of her kind in the known
worlds and far from being sad at this she was more than happy in her
uniqueness and love for the mage who had given her life. She appeared
as a small horse, no larger than a staghound, fine limbed and sleek like
the swift steeds of the desert but no horse of any world sported a pair
of feathered wings. All colours of the rainbow they were, shimmering in
the sunlight like a treasure trove of jewels: deep red rubies, verdant
emeralds and sky-bright sapphires all set against the pearly whiteness
of her hide. Regally she settled her wings against her flanks, nibbling
an unruly plume back into place and then trotted across the manicured
lawn to the door of the tower where the young man in purple robes waited
for her
"Equara my dear," Allasiel whispered to her as she danced across
the lawn and reared up before him, "Have you missed me,"
The little creature affectionately pushed her head against his
chest and the mage scratched between her ears. Slowly he stroked her
warm, silky neck and together they walked towards the overhanging
branches of a dark yew tree and settled down on the soft grass. Long
they looked into each other's eyes. "The Lords of Life were gracious
the day I called you forth," Allasiel whispered to her as he caressed
her. The tiny pegasus said nothing for she had no speech of humankind
to answer him with; instead she nuzzled his chest, her way of thanks
for his words and her pledge in return. Gently he held the wonderous
creature, feeling her warmth, the vibrancy of her life, the bright spark
of her soul, his hands stroking her neck as she pushed herself closer to
him, wriggling her lithe frame to be as close as she could be to her
love. Slowly his hands moved down to her wings,the soft pinions
rustling under his touch. Equara snorted softly and lapped at his face
with her warm, wet tongue. Allasiel kissed her nose, breathing softly
into her nostrils in the way of horses, her wings trembling slightly at
the touch of his breath.
He felt her shiver and knew it's meaning for she was a creature
of passion. Allasiel remembered her when she came forth from the Circle
of Summoning and all but begged for him to cover her: winking her
seductive cuntlips at him, her silky tail raised into the air as she
looked over her shoulder with a coy "come hither" stare. The Pardashan
Eagle Tamarind, his tutor during the long years of his apprenticeship
burst into his cawing laugh and wrapped a wing around his shoulder.
"She has your measure, Allasiel. A welcoming introduction to the ranks
of the Seraphim!" From that day forward he had been one of the council
of master mages from many worlds, The Seraphim, the great Family of
Powers and Equara had been with him too from that day. As he was a
gentle man who could bear no creature to suffer long (indeed the code of
The Seraphim demanded it thus) he soon rose to her challenge and a sweet
and blissful consummation it was. Now he looked down at the beautiful
creature below him, soft and willing, her eyes closed and her head lain
back on the tender grasses of the lawn, her breathing slow and steady
under the touch of his hands. Her tail swished from side to side,
brushing against his legs. Allasiel breathed deep, his senses roused,
his need becoming as great as his familiar's. He whispered a minor word
of power and his mage's cloak shimmered and was gone.
He pressed himself close to her, his hand feeling the rippling
muscles under her pristine coat as he moved towards her quarters . Ever
so gently he touched the base of her tail, gently scratching her dock.
As he did so the silken tresses rose high and she whinnied in delight.
Allasiel slipped his fingers to the wet crevice of her cuntlips,
touching them tenderly. At his caress Equara moved back, pushing her
hindquarters towards his questing fingers, snorting her need as he
fingered her deliciously wet cunt. Lightly he slipped first one finger
and then another into her burning cleft. Her cunt seemed to pull them
into her, sucking on them hungrily. Allasiel moved so that he could see
her better and a delightful sight met his eyes. Below her raised tail
lay the sweet pink lips of her cunt, wet and swollen with lust, his
fingers buried deep within her depths. Slowly he pulled them out, her
sweet juices and the lips of her cunt clinging to them; raising them to
his lips and scenting the heady aroma of her lust he tasted her, his
precious love in heat. Her cunt pulsed at him in the ages-old rhythm of
lust, the seductive pink lips parting and revealing the depths of her
cavern, her luscious red folds beckoning him. With a sigh he put his
tongue to her and she rolled over further to her back. Tenderly he
kissed her, breathing deep the sweet scent of her musk, the smoky scent
of horses mingling with the heady sexual aroma of the female in heat.
He lapped at her cunt, the outer lips at first and then the crevice of
her perfumed cavern, caressing her fragrant folds. Allasiel felt a
warm breath upon his cock, then the dove-like caress of soft lips and
the touch of a hot tongue. The first time she did this to him he'd been
astonished at her agility and he still was amazed at this delightful
feat. Quickly her long tongue wrapped itself around his cock and pulled
him into her mouth like a stalk of grass, her gentle lips closing around
him. She sucked hard making him first gasp and then lick even more
fiercely the cunt of his beautiful winged horse. His hands caressed her
cuntlips while his tongue lapped up the hot, pulsing crevice to her long
clit, now swelled and standing like a little cock. He took it between
his lips and gently nibbled at it. Equara tensed for a moment and then
quivered, her whole body shaking with passionate release of her coming.
Her tongue lapped harder at his cock, still enfolded within the hot
wetness of her mouth, stroking all his cock at once like no woman's
could. Looking up from her slowly pulsating cunt he glanced to where he
all but swallowed his cock. Her beautiful head at his groin, foam on
her lips like that of a racehorse who worked his bit, a most precious
sight. He felt his own release coming to him and so he gently withdrew
from her.
She opened her deep brown eyes and looked at him, a look of love
and passion. He smiled in return and she scrambled to her feet to stand
before him, her hindquarters raised, her tail to one side swishing over
her cavern like a veil, her soft ruby lips winked at him. She looked
over her shoulder, her eyelids fluttering in ancient invitation.
Allasiel needed no further bidding and leapt at her, his cock burying
itself in her burning cunt. As he took her she began to work her own
magic upon him, her cunt pulsing upon his prick, tightening around him
like a fiery velvet glove. Allasiel thrust deep into her, his hands on
her flanks as they heaved under him, the muscles under her soft
horsehide tensing and relaxing she she worked her cunt on his cock. His
body pressed against her coat, the touch of her beautiful silken hide
upon his skin ecstasy to him. Equara whinnied and tossed her mane,
pushing back to meet his thrusts. Again and again they met, thrusting
hard in a wild and delicious coupling as she delighted in his hard cock
within her and he in the gripping wet softness of her cunt. Dimly
Allasiel saw her before him, her white back arched to meet him, her mane
shaking as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her, her tail against
his chest, her breathing heavy like a hard running horse. The lust in
his loins and the lust that flowed from his beloved was too much and
with a strangled cry he thrust once more and spilled his tribute inside
her.
Gasping they sank onto the grass and wriggled so that he could
caress her head and neck and she could press herself to him. Closely
they embraced, each tight against the other as the last deep reds of
twilight melted into the purple blackness of night, their hearts beating
slow, each feeling the pulse of life in the other.
As the first stars of night began to shimmer in the ebony firmament
Allasiel felt a strange shimmering in the air close to where he and the
winged horse lay. He knew immediately what work of magic flowed here;
Equara sensed the change too for she was magical by her very nature.
They both looked toward a spot some few yards away. The air there grew
thicker moment by moment, becoming more translucent and taking on
colours in the soft blue-white glow of the moon peeping above the
forest's trees. Suddenly the colours resolved themselves and where
seconds before there was nothing two figures now stood. The first robed
from head to toe in deep vermillion robes and at her feet, no bigger
than Equara, a small dragon sat, his green and gold finely scaled head
looking up at the creature who was his beloved.
"Greetings Allasiel, Brother Seraph," A female voice spoke, dark
and husky. "You are still as attached to your familiar in your own
rather special way I see." For all the mystery in her voice there was
an undercurrent of gentle power.
"Well met, Sister Alopexa," Allasiel replied in greeting. "And do
not tell me that Fuega there has ceased sharing your chamber on the long
winter nights of Tenebra." The dragon, hearing his name, looked at
Allasiel and Equara. As he caught sight of the winged mare his eyes
brightened and he gave a rumbling growl in his throat, two puffs of
steam curled from his nostrils into the night air.
The woman chuckled deeply and stepped towards them, "As well you
know I have not forsaken the warmth of my familiar and it seems that he
has not forgotten the sport he and she had the last time you visited
us." As she approached she cast back the hood of her cloak. Her head
was that of a red fox, whiskers bristling, coal-black eyes glinting in
the moonlight like the jet of her claws in her furred paws. She was of
the race of Serachas, the fox-people. It was the custom of the Seraphim
to have but one representative of each people in their ranks; Allasiel
was that for the humans, the once mighty people of far ancient Earth,
now but few in number. Once, so the books in Allasiel's library
testified, they had covered this world but now huge areas such as the
forest where he made his home stretched without so much of a trace of
the once fecund race.
Allasiel rose as Alopexa the Serachan came closer. She whispered a
word and made a tiny gesture with her clawed hands and suddenly her robe
melted away into the air. Her lithe body was covered in the russet
foxfur, her chest white; behind her a bushy tail of red and brown
twitched.
"You're as beautiful as ever my dear," Allasiel whispered as they
met. "You never seem to change."
They embraced warmly, holding each other close. Allasiel sighed as
he felt her warm fur against his skin delightfully caressing him. He
held her close to him and she too pulled him closer. "You too,
Allasiel. You bring pleasure to me like no other." She opened her jaws
and set them lightly on his shoulders, the sharp white fangs gently
pricking his skin in the kiss of her kind. Slowly they drifted apart,
hands running down arms until they held hands and faced each other.
"So what brings you to the forests of Old Earth my friend?"
"An invitation Allasiel. I have decided to have another... ah...
party in my manse upon Tenebra, will you come?"
Allasiel raised an eyebrow. Alopexa was famous for what she coyly
called her parties. Her research was almost solely involved in the
erotic arts of many worlds and her gatherings almost invariably ended in
the most wonderful orgies. "Of course I shall. Have you a special
reason for holding the event."
"In a way I do and it is mainly because of you that I can. The
world you discovered some moons ago?"
Allasiel nodded, "Helmand's World, yes I remember."
"The three main species call it 'Herillia'. They have the most
delightful mating rituals designed to keep the three species in unity.
I have befriended a small community and they will be there."
"Purely for study of course." Allasiel cocked his head and smiled.
"Of course," she replied with a twinkle in her eyes.
A whinny distracted them and they looked over to where the sound
came from. There by the tree stood Equara her wings half spread and her
hindquarters raised. Behind her Fuega the dragon lapped at her cunt with
his forked tongue, beneath his belly hung two cocks, one above the
other, swollen and red, twitching wetly in the moonlight.
"And we may as well practice our study now it seems," Alopexa
murmured. Allasiel gestured and a comfortable chaise-longue materialised
behind them. Together they settled down to watch their two companions at
their sport.
The small dragon's weaved from side to side as his thick forked
tongue caressed Equara's ruby lips, flushed and full with her lust.
Equara's cunt pulsed with a steady beat as the dragon licked her, first
one side and then the other; occasionally his tongue slipped between the
swollen lips into her cavern, disappearing deep into her depths only to
slowly slip out once more, Equara's cuntlips clinging to it, the red
forked tongue shiny with her juices. As he withdrew his tongue he
lapped at the other lips that nestled close to the base of her tail,
lubricating the tight white skin of her anus. Equara stood before him,
her wings fluttering quivering with delight. Harder and harder the
dragon licked with his own peculiar technique, his forepaws grasping at
her snowy hindquarters pulling himself to her. Allasiel saw that her
other lips, tight as they were, were now well lubricated by Fuega's
tireless forked tongue and he knew well what the little dragon intended.
Beside him Alopexa nestled closer, her fur warm against his skin; he
felt her hand upon his thigh, the sharp touch of claws and the velvet
softness of the pads that sheathed them. Slowly her paw moved toward
his cock, rampant and proud. Taking it softly she began to caress it's
length and he sighed and settled back, moving closer to the lithe
foxwoman. His own hand stroked her, moving across the smooth fur of her
belly towards her cleft; he parted the fur that guarded her treasure
and slipped first one, then another finger into her fiery crevice,
hearing her gasp as he started to stroke her cunt.
Before them on the lawn the little dragon layed his head upon
Equara's back and with a jump he was atop her. His two long cocks
sprang to attention, seeking out their goal. Steadily the tip of the
upper one made contact with the opening of her rear and began to push
it's way inside. Equara whinnied shrilly as the glistening thick pink
cock entered her. Allasiel had taken her that way on a few occasions
when the mood had taken them both but even he was not as well endowed as
the scaly green dragon. Equara arched her back to receive him as the
second of Fuega's cocks made contact with the lips of her cunt and
slowly the dragon pushed his twin throbbing pricks deep within her.
Slowly he withdrew and thrust again, Equara's lips clinging to his
thick, glistening cocks. His foreclaws gripped her where her wings met
her body, his fine head rubbing against her neck, twin coils of steam
billowing from his nostrils with each thrust of his cocks into her;
Equara pushed back at him, muscles rippling as she held him within her.
Allasiel was lost in wonder. To see his beauty, his precious
companion, pleasured like this was a beautiful thing to behold. For a
moment she looked at him as Alopexa caressed his cock, her brown eyes
sparkling with delight. They were happy for each other for what they
most desired was the pleasure of the other. At that moment Fuega thrust
mightily and Equara's eyes closed as she shook her mane, climax
quivering through her body, her shimmering white hide tense in the
silver light of the moon. Allasiel heard a whisper in his ear. "Take me
Brother. Like our companions take each other."
Alopexa dropped on all fours before him, standing for all the world
like a human sized vixen, ripe and ready for covering. Allasiel needed
no further prompting and knelt behind her, slowly rubbing the tip of his
cock against her wet lips, taunting her. She pushed back against him,
whimpering softly in her need. "Steady my love," he whispered to her,
"Do you want something?"
Her answer was a growl of protest, almost a snarl of anger at being
denied. He rubbed against her once more, the tip of his cock slightly
parting her lips, sighing as the soft touch of her slippery cunt sent a
delicious tingle along the length of his rod. Reaching forward he layed
his hands upon her russet-furred flanks, stroking her back to her bushy
tail which ran through his fingers, pulling it to him and revelling is
its silkyness against his skin, the raw scent of her possessing him with
lust. Reaching down he felt for her crevice, sliding a hand down her
tail and around her rump, across the knot of her nether lips to the
slick wetness of her cunt. She groaned in anticipation as he touched
it, running a finger along the slippery cleft only to slip it inside
her, parting the lips and caressing the inner folds of her lust. She
moaned and her luscious cunt sucked on him. He slowly withdrew his hand
and guided his cock to the entrance of her cave and gently slipped
inside, sighing as her warmth enveloped and pulled him in deeper. As
though in a dream they merged together, two lovers melting into one
creature joined in body and spirit. Allasiel fell forward onto her
enraptured by her delights, feeling her soft fur upon his thighs and
belly, her tail brushing his chest, her yelping mating-cry, her muscles
pushing back at him. Gently he nuzzled her neck and she turned to him,
meeting in a flurry of tongues. He remained still within her, his cock
pulsing as she squeezed upon it with her muscles.
A roar before them made Alopexa and Allasiel look up. Fuega thrust
furiously into Equara, his clawed hands grasping, cocks deep within her
two caverns, tail thrashing the ground as he came, his essence tricking
from her as he plunged and reared in a furious coupling. Equara stood
transfixed, her wings limp, her whole body trembling in the throes of
passion, the lips of her cavern clinging to her possessor as she drained
him.
Alopexa began to move slowly, sliding backwards and forwards as she
watched her familiar take his pleasure, feeling the lovely thick cock
stroking the deep secrets of her cunt, plundering her depths. Faster
she moved, drinking pleasure from him. A different pleasure from that
her darling Fuega gave her when he had first taken her, driving his twin
cocks into her. It had been like nothing else upon any world and since
that day she had loved to be taken by him, to feel his weight upon her,
the ridges of his scales, the friction of his cocks deep inside her, to
hear his hissing breath as he bucked and thrust towards his climax.
Allasiel was different but no less delightful; even now her held her
close, his hands around her chest, his skin against her fur, his pulsing
cock warm within her, hardly moving but so beautiful and strong,
inflaming her with his gentle power. With a moaning growl she let the
blessed release take her, her cunt grasping at the cock within it,
flooding it with its lust, pulling it deep within her.
After an age they slipped apart to sink onto the sweet grass.
Their companions came to join them and flopped down beside them, tired
but happy. Allasiel took Equara's head in his hands and cradled her as
they looked at each other tenderly. Allasiel became lost in her soulful
eyes, deep wells of joy and contentment. Her silken tail swished from
side to side and Allasiel could see her lips, swollen and red, milky
dragon come trickling from them. Allasiel reached down and stroked the
puffy red lips, feeling his little love tremble in his arms. He tasted
the dragon's fluids clinging to his fingers, the taste strangely sweet
and heady; ideas began to form in his mind of what might pass in the
future, but not this night for the hours were drawing on.
"It's very good for you," Alopexa murmured beside him. Looking
over she saw that she fondled one of her dragon's cocks and that she too
tasted his essence.
"Let's go inside," Allasiel said at last. The night will grow
chilly soon."
Together they entered the tower and went to the great bedchamber.
Mulled wine awaited them, warm and sweet with the taste of strange herbs
and cinnamon. They all clambered into the huge canopied bed and settled
down with many traded caressed and kisses, all snug and close like a
nest of foxes, for all that only one of them resembled such. Scales and
silken hide, fur and skin all pressed close as they sank into a deep
slumber. When the birds of morning chorused in joyful praise at the
rising sun Allasiel awoke to find Alopexa and Fuega the dragon gone and
yet something furry pressed against his groin. Throwing aside the silk
covers he found a small vixen asleep, a golden ribbon around her waist.
Gently he removed it to read the flowing writing along it's length. It
was Alopexa's invitation to her gathering. The little fox awoke and
yawned, sighting Allasiel she yelped and jumped at him, licking his face
excitedly. Equara stirred from her slumbers, her head peeking from
under her wing before she harrumphed and fell asleep once more.
"Well now, my little party invitation, let's get you some breakfast
shall we," Allasiel said and he picked up the vixen and carried her from
his chambers, she all the while licking at him in happy friendship.
The sun had risen high into the sky when Allasiel finally entered
his library to resume work upon his latest discovery. The little vixen,
having eaten her fill of the food he made for her had trotted back to
the woods from which she came but as he reached to scratch his nose he
caught the faint tang of her scent upon his fingers, sharp and poignant
in the memories it brought. As a lad, long before Tamarind his tutor
had found him, he had loved the foxes of the forest and had spent many
long days watching them at their hunting and play. Maybe this was why
Alopexa was so special to him and had been since they were students of
their Seraphim tutors. Equara lay on the balcony, dozing lightly.
Allasiel left her to her dreams and returned to his studies.
There were many worlds, he mused as he opened the volume and began
to decypher the strange signils and words that were the key to another
place far from the realms of men. What delights and pleasure would this
one reveal.....
(END OF PART ONE)
Copyright © Redvane Fox. 1992, 1994.
All rights reserved.
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