Lost Furry finds love, looking for a guy

perfectvirgin

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Hi this is going to be my first furry thread that I have done myself. Basically, Miranda is a Furry, and she is lost in the big city, after getting stuck there by falling off the back of a truck. She doesn't know anyone, and she's scared. People don't know what she is, at least not the right people, that is except you. She is 18, and innocent, just having been taken from her home in the forest. Everyone has heard of Furries in this world, but always thought they were stuff of legends. Looking for someone that takes her in, and they fall in love.

Picture that the link is for, is also shows what she's wearing when you find her.
 
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hmmm...tempting...i'll consider it, if no one else jumps her...erm, it....
 
okay, looks like no one's jumping on her...erhm, it...any preferences for character?
 
No preference, just whatever you feel would be interesting in this type of situation. Looking forward to this, it should be interesting.
 
is that your intro post? do you want me to do some kind of character bio?
 
No need for a big bio dragon, and here's my intro post, that was just a description of her, and stuff.

IC:

Miranda had been captured from her village when it was attacked by hunters, not your ordinary hunters, but the type that go and find the furries, and take them out to be sold to collectors, zoos, private collections, people who just want them as a slave/sex toy, people like that. She was riding in the back of a truck with three of her sisters, but was on the edge, because it was packed with other stuff also. Unbeknownst to the driver, and to her sisters, who were asleep at the time, her crate bounced out when the truck hit a pothole. She was wearing nothing, but had a blanket that was with her in the crate. They hadn't done anything to her, because they found that she was still innocent, and that she would bring them bigger money if it still was. She was shivering in an alleyway, wrapped up in her meager blanket, and sitting in the remains of her crate. She didn't know what to do, and didn't trust any humans, so she sat there shivering and crying.
 
Ben Stokes was taking his morning walk. Now, most people, when they took their morning walk, meant they walked to their car. Ben, however, had the habit of walking everywhere if he could help it. In this instance, he was on his way back to the warehouse he'd bought at a low price, which he was in the process of converting into a dance club. His home occupied the office portion on the second floor. He'd moved everything in immediately, and gotten his cable, power, and heating hooked up in hours. He carried in his arms a few bags of groceries and some other things, as it was shopping day for him.

Suddenly, he heard the distinct sound of a young woman crying. He raised an eyebrow, looking around. He couldn't find the source of the crying, until he walked a ways further. There, in the middle of the road, was the smashed remains of a crate, and in the remains was a young woman huddled in a blanket. He walked over to her, and looked down. He'd not seen her face yet, but he knew he had to help her. "Come on, let's get you out of the road. Wouldn't want you to get run over, now, would we?" He held out one hand to her, after shifting all his bags to his other arm. His brown eyes surveyed the area, then fell upon the huddled form at his feet.
 
Miranda looked up at the man that had offered her some help, and wasn't sure what to do. She didn't trust humans, after what happened to her family, but he had a kind face. She nodded and took the offered hand and stood up. She had the blanket still covering her shoulders, but not much else, she wasn't ashamed of her body, and in her home village they ran around without clothing anyway. "Hi, thank you for your help sir." She spoke in a lilting english, a soft type of voice. He could tell that she wasn't human tho once she stood up.
 
As he watched her take his hand and stand up, Ben slowly registered the fact that she wasn't human. It wasn't her appearance that made him aware. It was the hand she put in his. The soft, silky fur covering the slender, clawed fingers were a dead giveaway. He stared at her, almost not catching her thanks. Then he shook some sense into his head, and smiled. "I'm Ben. You okay? Need a place to stay? We should get out of the road first."

He led her over to the sidewalk, and under an awning as the rain fell. "You're...you're a Furry. A real, living, breathing Furry." His next words were muttered as he surveyed her from all angles. "The first Furry I've ever seen outside of internet animated porn, and she's absolutely gorgeous." Then his eyes widened again, as he realized something. "You're...not wearing clothes." He shook his head. "We've got to get you something that fits."
 
Miranda looked at him wondering what he was talking about. "I'm Miranda, and what are furries and clothing?" She looked at the funny skin he had and wondered what clothing was, she never wore any, and was curious. "Yes I could use a place to stay, and maybe something to eat, fresh meat would be nice." Her animal instincts kicked in there with a small smile at the thought of some nice raw meat.
 
Ben blinked, confused by her question regarding clothing. Her question regarding furries, however, was what really stumped him. He had no idea how to explain that SHE was a furry. Then she mentioned being hungry. At that, he grinned. "Come on. I'll get you something to eat." He took her to the warehouse, and unlocked the door. He ushered her inside, and then followed.

Once they were inside, he headed up the stairs to the second floor, and unlocked the office door, inside which was his apartment. He grinned again at her wideeyed expression. He shook his head, and went to the kitchen he'd set up. After a few minutes, he'd found some steaks that had been marinated. "How do you usually take your steaks?"
 
Melinda looked at him funny when he asked that. "Like theres any other way, raw and bloody, the fresher the better." She looked at him, getting some strange smells from the meat, wondering if it was still any good or not.
 
Ben raised an eyebrow, then laughed. He considered that for a moment. "Well, these ones are marinated, so they'll have to be cooked somewhat. I can make one or two rare for you though. You don't have an allergy to teriyaki flavor, do you?" He smiled, and he warmed up a George Foreman-style grill. Then he put some steaks on it, and let them start to cook. The fat would melt off and drip down, which was the beauty of the machine. He'd have to take hers of early, so he had to pay close attention, even if his mind was wondering over the fact that he had a beautiful, nude woman in his house.
 
"Tery--tery--teryaki, never heard of this, so I don't know til I try it. Please don't over cook them, I like my meat raw." She smiled, showing him her sharp teeth.
 
Ben grinned, and nodded. After about a minute, he took several of the steaks off the grill, and put them on a plate. "They're hot. You might want to wait for them to cool. Don't worry, they're only cooked on the outside. Personally, I'm more of a Well Done guy. You eat anything other than meat? Vegetables, maybe? Potatoes?" He put her plate on the table, and prepared some brocolli, cauliflower, potatoes, and cheese for himself. By then, his own steaks were done. He took them off the grill, shutting it off, and set his food on a plate, sitting down at the table.
 
Melinda smiled her thanks at him and looked at the vegetables he had. She wasn't sure about them, but she was willing to try it. She extended a claw, and snagged one of the green things (brocolli) off his plate, getting a bit of cheese sauce with it, and popped it into her mouth. Her face went through some weird expressions, but there is eventually a smile. She nodded and went back to her steak without saying another word.
 
Ben raised an eyebrow, watching her reach out and spear a piece of brocolli with one claw, then pop it into her mouth. Her expression went odd for a few minutes, changing several times. When she smiled, he grinned, and went back to eating. He ate quietly, letting her do the same. Then he stretched, and looked at her. "So, how are you doing? Want to take a shower or something? You look cold in that wet fur."
 
Miranda looked at him with a look of amusement. "I am not that cold, just wet. I don't think a shower will do me any good, whatever a shower is. I don't need to get wetter, maybe something to dry off will help." She smiled at him sweetly. She was completely comfortable being naked around him, she never wore clothes before, so why start.
 
He raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "A shower is a high pressure series of jets of water with an adjustiible temperature. You can put it as hot as you can stand. Still, I suppose I could get you some towels to dry off." He stood up, and walked down the hall. He eventually came back in with several big fluffy towels, and tossed a couple of them to her. "Try those."
 
(OOC: Now let's see what he thinks of this, remember she is a Cat Furry.)

She looks at them with a strange look, and then at him before sitting down on the floor and starts cleaning herself with her tongue, giving herself the full treatment off all her fur. Just like a cat would, he would think, but with how she looked, it was very erotic also.
 
Ben blinked, staring at her for a moment as she started licking herself in the manner a cat would. When he realized he was getting a hardon, he turned away, and looked out the window over the club. He should have expected it, but he was still not quite registering that she was more feline than human. That, combined with the fact that she was nude aside from her fur and well endowed.... "You know, those towels are cotton. Very absorbent fabric made to soak up water."
 
"Oh I'm sorry, do you need cleaned up also?" She asked like it would be completely normal for her to lick him clean also. She got up and walked up to him, and started licking him clean, starting with the face, her tongue being rough like a cats tongue, and pressing her firm breasts and supple body against his.
 
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