Author's Note: There seems to be some interest in more of this story, so here you go. This chapter is mostly plot development, although there are some sexy-times scattered throughout.
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Holly woke and lay still for a moment. She felt her head rise and fall with the breathing of Ned's broad chest. She was warm and safe for the first time in a while, and she luxuriated in the sensation. Her eyes looked down at her host's broad chest, which had looked so weird and bare at first. He had a dusting of hair across his front and some wiry hair down below. But otherwise, Ned had bare skin as if he'd had some kind of disease that had made all of his fur fall off. She looked up at his face with its oddly small eyes and short black hair. He was still sleeping, and had a thin trail of drool from one corner of his mouth.
The sight of him should have been off-putting to her. But his skin was soft and felt wonderful to touch. And his brown eyes had been so kind. Not to mention he was also so damn strong. She'd felt his strength last night as he'd gently manhandled her during their lovemaking. She knew that he could force himself on her and she couldn't do a thing about it, but she also knew that she would never have to worry about that happening.
It was a little odd how reluctant he'd been to fuck her. From the way he looked at her, she'd known that he had wanted her. That knowledge had thrown her for a little bit, only to be matched by her own rising lust. But then he had been so reluctant about making physical contact with her. Maybe it was a hang-up for monkey-humans. Proper humans like her viewed sex as a natural and healthy way to blow off steam and get to know each other. Ned had seemed to think that
he
was taking advantage of
her
, which was adorable. She had practically forced herself onto him before he'd relented.
Holly ran her hand along his chest and then down his stomach. Her big eyes gleamed with lust as she saw that a part of Ned had woken up before the rest of him. They had only done it a couple of times last night, and she was hungry for more of his glorious pole. She glanced back up at his face and saw that he was still fast asleep. Well she knew one sure way to wake him up...and she was sure that he wouldn't mind it. Holly gently pushed herself up off of Ned, watching his face all the time to make sure he stayed asleep. Then she scooted down lower and faced away from him as she straddled his hips. She took another glance behind to ensure his continued sleeping, then reached between her legs to position him at her entrance. Holly was already leaking moisture from her rampant horniness. Not to mention that his hardness was already drooling as if anticipating her need. She rubbed his cock-head slightly along her slit to get him well and truly lubricated, then pressed him into her and eased herself downwards.
Her breath caught in her throat. The first time she'd seen him unclothed and fully erect had given her a moment's pause. She had not been sure that she could take him all into herself, but in the middle of her ardor she had ignored those misgivings. And he had indeed fit inside, thanks to both her wanton lust and his gentle strength. Now it was all up to her to get him in, and Holly was grateful that she was already stretched out and ready to receive him. Her praising of his girth and length last night had made Ned blush and stammer that he was pretty average as far as he knew.
Holly threw her head back as Ned's cock pressed itself up into her. She paused at the bottom to catch her breath, and heard a moan from Ned. Then she felt him stroke a hand down her back and fondle her tail.
"It wasn't a dream," he said in wonder. "You really are here."
She threw a sultry glance back over her shoulder and then began humping him with a will. Her ears flattened against her back with her effort. Ned groaned more loudly, and then she felt his hands grab hold of her hips. He began to buck up into her, overriding her own tempo. Holly felt a delicious tingle that spread from her spine and down her legs. Once again she realized just how strong he was compared to her. She leaned forward and gripped his thighs as she held on for dear life.
Her face burned with her rising passion. From Ned's moans, it sounded like he was also getting close to his climax. Holly bit her lip as her own release approached. With one paw, she reached down and stroked his ballsack. That was enough to set Ned off, and she heard him cry out as his hot seed flooded into her. Holly felt her interior muscles clench as she shook with her orgasm. Ned's hands stroked her back as she came down from the heights of her pleasure. After a little while, her ears went back up and she fell back onto his chest. Ned laughed softly and wrapped his arms around her.
"Good morning, monkey-boy," she said. "So do you have a shower in this place?"
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The shower had, of course, turned into another exploration of each other. Ned had really taken to stroking her ears after she'd admitted they were erogenous zones. For her part, she again fondled those strange and permanently external testicles of his, followed by lavishing her oral affection on the erection that then followed. Between her licking and her paws she managed to coax another load of spunk out of him. Then Ned had growled and picked her up like a feather. He pinned her against the tile of the bath and attacked her clit with his tongue until her thighs clamped around his head with her own climax.
Fortunately Ned had a hair dryer, although it was a little underpowered for her needs. But she'd managed to get reasonably dry and then trotted off to the kitchen while Ned got dressed. She used the same oversized shirt she'd worn last night. Her first priority was getting something to eat. Holly thought that some fruit would be nice for breakfast.
Holly found Ned's kitchen to be a strange mix of the familiar and the strange. Most of the appliances and furniture were familiar, although their size was larger than she was used to. But then there were some things that were completely new. One example was the 'po-tat-oes' that Ned had cooked last night. Another was what looked like some curved yellow fruit in a bowl on one of the kitchen counters. She figured she'd ask Ned about them before eating one, just in case they were just for decoration. They had a distinctly phallic shape that made her grin.
Opening Ned's refrigerator showed another mix of known and unknown food. There was one thing that caught Holly's eye. It was lump of red material mottled with white specs that was lying in a foam tray and wrapped in clear plastic. She picked it up and looked closer. There was a label on it, but she didn't recognize what it said.
"Ger-owned Beef," she said aloud, sounding out the words. "Hmm." She pressed a finger into it and felt it through the plastic film. Whatever this stuff was had a strange mushy texture, almost like it was the pulp from some melon or something. Holly leaned in close and sniffed. It had an odd, coppery smell as well. It almost smelled like...blood?
Holly suddenly knew exactly what it was.
She all but threw it back into the refrigerator and slammed the door shut. Her back pressed against it as if to hold in what she'd found. Holly's heart hammered in her chest as her flight instinct kicked into overdrive.
She felt a little whisper in the back of her mind.
Predator. Run.
No, that was ridiculous. Ned was kind. He had nothing but her welfare at heart, he wasn't fattening her up to eat her. Was he?
Run.
Holly told her hind brain to shut up and let her think. One of her feet jittered against the floor as her eyes darted about.
"Holly?" called Ned from the bedroom. "What do you want for breakfast?"
She almost called out but then clapped a hand over her own mouth.
Quiet. Predator. Run.
Before she could do anything else, Ned strolled into the kitchen wearing shorts and a shirt. He stretched his arms over his head and smiled at her. "I was thinking pancakes, but I wanted to see if your people could eat flour first."
Holly couldn't respond; fear had closed her throat. Ned gave her wide, staring eyes a puzzled look, then he looked at the refrigerator behind her. She could see the wheels turn in his head as he put it together.
"Oh. That's right, I had some hamburger in there, didn't I?"
The whisper of
Predator, run
became too much to ignore, and Holly spun away from the refrigerator and dashed out into the living room. She cleared the sofa in one bound and huddled behind it. Every instinct was telling her to run out the door, but she knew that was not the right course of action.
"Holly?" Ned's voice came from behind her, from the other side of the sofa. "Are you okay?"
Finally she found her voice. "You eat
meat
?" The last word came almost as a squeak.
