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Life on a Farm (Felixia and Jugger)

Felixia_Luna

Felixia_Luna

Supernova
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Mar 15, 2011
Every night has been the same since she was a child with her parents. The families had always been at odds longer then the families had cared to remember. Her family, Felinis, had maintained a farm on the outskirts of their town, and that farm had strayed into the lands of their enemies lands, supposedly. The foxes took their fun at raiding every so often, forcing the arm to be next to worthless when compared to the more prosperous farms located closer to the family's castle. However, her little clan, which was just a branch in the family's tree, a little stunted branch but still a part of the family, had been put in charge of the farm when it was first created, binding it to their blood. This gave them the will to try to defend their holding, which drained the farm to its current state. When her father died in an accident, her mother moved away, tired of fighting, back to the family's caste, leaving their sole daughter, Luna, in charge of the farm. Barely of age, she was driven to succeed were her father failed, to finally be rid of those damn foxes.

Night had just fallen, it was clear and the stars shined brightly next to the full moon. Hallie was laying in bed, naked, and looking out her window at the sky, feeling content. She had only a small bedroom, with a window facing out to the east, white curtains framing it. To her right was bedtable table with a farming book next to an apple and a small lamp. The candle had been blown out awhile ago, leaving the soft white glow of the moon filtering through the window the only light in the room. On the small desk and chair in the corner was her bed clothes that she normally wore. She had just harvested a sizable crop, at least in her mind, of wheat and knew she could have it turned into the money she needed to fix the fences in no time. The wheat was locked up in the barn, double locks to just be sure, and she giggled lightly. Her black fur was shinning from her recent bath and her yellow eyes sparkled with warmth. She felt accomplished and didn't want the moment to end. She reached to her bedside table and picked up an apple, nibbling on it lightly. She sighed in pleasure and yawned, sliding under the covers and scratched her head. "I hope those thieves stay away this night..."
 
(Felinis. I see what you did there. lol.)

Creeping through the night, several growls watched from the cover that the forest treeline gave him. He watched, not having a name. Never having a name. He had to fend for himself his entire life since birth, having been left alone and fed by wildlife that took him in as their own. He was feral and his instincts were just like that of an animal's. He watched her...watcher her as she worked on the farm but he was more interested in the food there, the livestock. The chickens. The pigs. The horses. Everything, he was hungry and this was easy pickings. When nightfall came, he crept out of the darkness and approached the farm and climbed over the fence, heading over to the chicken coop and going inside and began to start attacking a chicken, biting it in his mouth and snapping its neck. He began to dart out now, having his food.
 
She awoke with a start at the sound of squawking and wrestling sounds. She cursed and jumped up, grabbing her clothes and quickly throwing on the top and pulling her panties up. She ran down the stairs and grabbed her pitchfork from next to the wall and darted out the door towards the chickens. "Damn you! Just go!" She saw him dart out and she cursed, throwing the pitchfork at him, missing but hitting close enough to him to make him drop the bird.
 
The pitchfork landed only about a foot away from him and it startled him to the point that he dropped the dead chicken and looked back at her, seeing she was still there and growled as he darted off once more into the wounds and went back to his usual stalking area...Watching her once more and paying attention to the dead chicken. He would get it later...when the coast was clear unless she would take it. Hell...if he thought he had a chance and two, he would go back and kill yet another chicken when the coast would be clear.
 
She walked over and picked her pitchfork up, and sighed sadly as she looked at the chicken...she was starting to run out. She was down to only a couple dozen now....and most of those were still too young. She picked up the chicken and shook her head, petting the chicken softly. "Poor dear...I am sorry..." She took it back into the house and put it in her pantry, meaning to to clean it and cook it later. She walked out onto the porch and sat down in the rocking chair out there, setting the pitchfork next to her. "And today was going splendid...." She shivered some and wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to stay warm dressed only in a light shirt and panties. Soon, her nipples were erect and she thought of going back in. That would leave the chickens undefended though....
 
The feral watched as she seemed to take a defensive post and he crawled down from the trees and began to crawl on all fours, his body completely to the ground so that he would be unseen in the large grass outside of the farm. He crept up behind the chicken coop, using it as cover as he could get a better view and he peered over lightly, watching her and waiting...and saw her nipples erect through her bra. This set off some sort of natural, primal instinct of lust within him and his breathing slowed as he watched her with great interest...but his mind was still on food. He was hungry and would eat. He just needed her to leave. He growled lightly, which only caused the chickens to start to chirp in confusion lightly but it was still somewhat noticeable.
 
She heard the chickens again and scowled, wanting to go to bed but unable to sleep cause of the damn fox. She stood up and readied her pitchfork, walking over to the coop. She didn't initially see anything but she trusted the chickens senses. She walked around the back and saw him in the grass. "Damnit! I want to sleep! Go away!" She waved the fork at him and jabbed a few times, too far away to touch him but she hoped he would flee. They had played this game many times, but she still thought it would be best if she kept threatening. She stepped closer, making a ready stance but inadvertently revealing her covered crotch.

((Fyi, not wearing a bra. ))
 
(Ah my bad lol)

The feral watched her as she jabbed the pitchfork at him when she noticed him. He crawled back a little and barred his fangs at her with each thrust of the pitchfork but he managed to get a look at her breasts up close and her covered pussy to boot. His eyes stayed on her body and he began to erect, his red rod erecting through its sheathe and he eventually stood up, revealing his naked body but he did nothing to her and began to run, fleeing for the night and without dinner for the rest of the day. He would return tomorrow however and get food one way or another.
 
When she saw him stand up, she immediately blushed hard at seeing his member standing upright and proud. She saw him lope off and she shuddered, hoping he didn't smell anything like excitement. She shook her head and tried to rid her mind of dirty images. With a sigh, she turned back to the farm and went back to her room, collapsing into the bed and smiling. She quickly fell into a deep sleep, enjoying the moment of relaxation, smiling in her sleep.
 
Mid day two days later, the feral would return until then. He had strayed from the farm for now and hunted in the woods due to a small influx of moose that came into the area but like all things, they came and went and now the forest was back to normal with only a few deer among other animals he could hunt. When the feral would arrive back to the farm, he watched for Hallie and had not seen her and crept up to the pig pen. He climbed over the fence and attacked a pig, wrestling it to the ground before he began to devour it from the neck to instantly kill it and start eating it right there, getting his entire body covered in blood and mud as he feasted.
 
She had been in the barn, stacking the wheat, ready for the next day when the merchant would arrive. She heard squealing and ran out, picking up a nearby shovel and charging towards the sound. She saw the fox over one of the pigs and cursed, seeing blood all over. She vaulted over the fence, landing in the mud and nearly falling over, and swung at him, popping him in the back. "Shoo! Go away!" She swung at his head this time. She was dressed in overalls this day, and they were heavily patched due to their great use.
 
When he felt the shovel strike him, he yelped in pain and dropped the dead pig and moved over to strike her, only to get struck in the head with the shovel. He fell to the ground and curled up, whimpering in pain as he held his body and soon he tried to climb through the small gap in a fence to try and get away, hoping not to get hurt anymore. He already ate enough of the pig to be fed for the day. When he was past the fence and technically out of her farm and into the large grass again, he still crawled away, feeling too weak and light-headed to get up and eventually the rustling in the grass stopped and he was unconscious.
 
She looked at the pig and shook her head, nearly half of it gone already. "Damn him...." She turned and followed the small blood trail into the grass, coming across the thief. She grimaced and bent down, touching his neck and still feeling a pulse. "At least it didn't kill you...yet." She picked him up and carried him back to the farm, putting him in the barn and tying a rope around his neck, lashing him to one of the supports. "As long as you don't struggle...it won't hurt." She went back to the pen and shook her head. "The meats bad now...uhg...waste..." She dragged the carcass to the barn and dropped it next to the fox, so he could have food when he woke up. "I'm going to make sure you never bother me again...or at least kill my animals." She went back to work, always keeping one eye on his unconscious form.
 
When he would finally begin to awaken, he did not notice the rope around his neck. He growled lightly as he reached up and held his head and slightly whimpered from the remaining pain that still ached him. Sitting up, he saw the dead pig next to him and began to devour it until nothing was left aside from bones. His entire front was so bloody now thanks to the big and the blood had so much dirt and cut grass in it as well. When he stood up and made for a run, he was caught by the rope around his neck and he came down to the ground and began to cough and gasp for air.
 
She looked up from her work and wiped the back of her hand across her brow, looking at him. "Awake, eh?" She put down her pitchfork and sat down in front of him, just out of reach. She picked up a canteen and took a couple of gulps, enjoying the water. "You have cost me a lot of animals..." She leaned forward and stared at him, "How do you intend to repay that? You have also caused my family grief for years, and so has your family. What can you possibly offer me which can pay off your debt?" She was being sarcastic, not believing he could even speak. He was dirty, matted, and everything else. She stood up and went over to pick up a bucket of water, throwing the water over him, washing away most of the grime. "Filthy animal..."
 
When she came near him, he growled and moved away from her as he listened to her, not understanding anything that she said whatsoever, just taking in her tone of voice and knowing the clear point of whatever it was that she was saying, she was angry at him. And she had the upper hand at that moment. He growled at her lightly until he felt her throw a bucket of water at him and he whimpered at his fur being wet. Moving over to the point, he grabbed the rope and began to gnaw on it, hoping his canines could eventually break through the rope but it only caused him pain and he stopped and looked to her, fangs barred as he looked to her but did nothing.
 
"So stupid...." She sighed and put the bucket down, sitting out of reach again. "At least I will be able to sleep well at night, knowing you are locked up. No way out of here but through the door, heh." She smiled and went back to work, confident he was no longer a problem. She quickly started to sweat again, hating to work in the summer. She continued to work, stopping every now and then to take a sip of water, leaving the fox alone and tied to the post.
 
Eventually he would wait. He was not as stupid as she would make him out to be. He may not have been civilized but he was smart enough to get out of situations and when to do so. When the night came, he waited for her to leave, and if she came close, he began to swipe at her and attack, growling and making his anger obvious. He WANTED her to leave him alone and go to sleep. So when she would go, he turned to the fence post and just began to dig. He dug for hours on end until he could manage to see the bottom of the post and pulled it up and out of the ground, breaking off the other posts that would be attached to it in the process and making a loud cracking sound in the process. He moved over to the pigs and grabbed another one, biting its neck to kill it and then he just made a dash for freedom by hopping over the fence, not caring that he was pulling the post with him as it was around his neck still due to the rope.
 
She woke up to a crash and thee squealing. "Not again..." She groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, putting on a coat quickly and ran out the door, pitchfork in hand. She cursed loudly when she saw the barn, still standing though defiantly weakened. "There goes the new fence..." She mumbled, "Should of killed him when I had the chance." She cursed again and saw another pig gone, dropping her total to around 15. "No pork for awhile..." She followed after the trail of destruction, thought after a little bit she had to go back to get a lantern. She went back along the path, seeing he basically tore a pathway. "Fool..." She continued to follow.
 
When he arrived to what area he called 'home', which was just a small burrow under a tree stump with a large pile of leaves to cushion the floor for sleeping, the pig would be outside, dead and torn in half with the other half just void of meat whatsoever, except for many a scrap or two just barely hanging off the bone. He was a few feet away from it, clawing at and biting at the rope in hopes of breaking it. He had no idea she was creeping up to his little area and soon when he managed to get the rope off, he held his neck and whimpered from the rope burn, some patches of fur gone and some parts of his skin were bleeding, but not by a lot. When he turned around, he would see her and growl before running over to pounce on her, putting her to the ground and had her arms to her side. He leaned down and growled at her for a bit before he looked down to her clothes and started to bite at them and rip them off, remembering that her nipples were erect before and the image never really left his head. He moved to start working on her pants now, biting at the crotch, but only enough to rip off the pants without harming her.
 
It took a couple of seconds for his actions to fit together in her mind, but when they did she exploded, kicking at him and wiggling wildly. "No! Get off! Get off!" She screamed and headbutted him, sending him back, and she covered her breasts with scraps of her clothing. She looked down and saw her lower half was now also bare. "Damnit!" She got up and started away, running and trying to cover herself, leaving the lantern behind. Her tail whipped back and forth behind her as she ran, covering her ass as best as she could. She was already plotting revenge.
 
When the dog had knocked the fox away, the feral growled at her as she ran and just let her go. He had made his point clear. This was his territory and he didn't want her to go snooping around after him. Like she, he would do what he wanted to her if she was on his property, just as he knew that she would do the same thing whenever he was on her property. The only difference was, he didn't have anything valuable for her to steal. He would wait until tomorrow for more food.
 
(Cat)

She retreated back into her farmhouse, and quickly put new clothing on. "Damn...and I liked that pair." She thought of how she could get revenge on him. She snapped her fingers and went to her basement, pulling out some bear traps. "Maybe these will work..." She used the cover of darkness to set the traps out in the big grass, putting some grass over them to hide them a little. She then went back to the house, standing in her window and looking out, still seeing the lantern far away. She had to meet with that merchant tomorrow to get her goods to market.
 
(Same difference. lol.)

The next morning, the feral would be awakened to the sounds of a horse neighing in the distances and the loud sounds of moving wheels. He went out to see who it was and saw it was some man with horses attached to a wagon that had a tarp over it, and from what it looked like, there was a lot of stuff under there. He wondered where this person was going...perhaps food was there. So the feral would creep out of the forest and sneak behind the wagon and slip in, hiding amongst the many things in there as the merchant made his way toward the farm.
 
She smiled as she saw the merchant arrive. "Thanks for making the trip, I can't leave the farm...thieves you know?" She shook his hand, and led him to the barn. "I need another post, some new fencing, and....can you get me a bow and arrows?" She grimaced, hating that she had to hunt. "I also need to load up some animals along with the wheat." The merchant nodded, saying he had brought some cages for animals, knowing that the farm was circling the drain. "I am sorry to hear that...have you considered just selling the farm?" She nodded, "I have thought of it...but....I don't know, I feel like I have a duty to try." She shrugged and picked up a bale, heading to the cart with him. He tossed the back covered off, and they both saw the fox in there. They were both shocked, and she threw the bale at him.
 
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