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"Sunrise Train: Lonely Hearts" 
   by Horatio Wolf


The Train bounced up and down softly as Terrace tried to fill out
his paper work. Terrace had never fought in the Cat Wars, and was
never really worried about any of that political bull-shit. If
the Canutan Alliance and the Felanus Empire wanted to fight, that
was fine by him, he didn't care, probably why he was still one of
those Lonely Hearts. But the Sunrise Train was a strange place,
where dreams could change and the darkest imaginations of fate
could come true. The Sunrise Train was named such because
wherever it was, it was always sunrise. The train moved fast
enough, or slow enough, that the sun was always rising overhead.
Caught in a perfect hue, the Train had become a popular
destination spot for celebrities and the rich alike. Terrace was
second in command; not the conductor, but something of a quasi
Security chief. It was his job to take the tickets, punch them,
and then give them back to the visitors as souvenirs. The Train
was all high-technology and utilized the latest in Grav-sled
technology, but It looked like an 18th century Terran Train, even
down to a few cargo Box-Cars and a simulated clicking of rails.

Terrans, Canins, and Felanians enjoyed the Train to great extent.
Another popular group that enjoyed the train were the Foxes,
Terrace liked them the best, especially the vixens. That was
probably the reason why he was here in the first place, always
travelling; at least the girls were nice - though never nice to
him. He didn't exist to them. He was just part of the atmosphere -
a piece of the scenery. Terrace stood from his desk and shook his
head slowly. He sighed to himself in the realization that he had
to face the crowd again. He stepped away from his chair and
realized that his tail was caught in a desk drawer. He couldn't
reason how he hadn't noticed it, a thing like that should have
sent pain spinning up his spine and into the back of his skull.
He pulled out his tail and winced. He grumbled as he reached for
a first aid kit and began to wrap the end of his tail in the
medical gauze. He ripped the end off of the gauze and tied it so
that the wrapping would stay in place around his tail. He grabbed
his ticket puncher and his hat and headed off to add a little
nuance to the train.

Terrace reached up and engaged the manual release on the
passenger car door. He reached over and pulled the door across.
It screeched as he pulled it, in this age a squeaking door was -
like him - part of the decor. When the door was finally fully
opened, Terrace stepped out and viewed the crowd. There were
Vixens, and wolves, and Terrans, and cats, all clambering about,
talking, enjoying themselves, and they were all rich. How people
could get pleasure out of just sitting and staring out the window
at a permanent sunrise Terrace would never understand. Maybe it
wasn't a sunrise, maybe it was actually a sunset, Terrace had
always thought about that.

"Tickets please, have your tickets ready," Terrace said, lifting
up the ticker. The people gasped, and mothers pointed their
children towards the wolf. Smiles, giggles, and all the rest
rippled through the car. A beautiful vixen stood and left the car
by the rear as soon as the words left Terrace's mouth, but he
didn't care, since everything was paid before hand this ticket
stamping was only for show. Terrace sighed again and started
clicking tickets.

A few hours, and several passenger cars later, Terrace was
finished. He looked down at a small bag he carried the clippings
in. He looked down at it with misery and threw it into the
garbage chute. A sudden clank behind him caused the wolf to spin
on his heels. Probably some tourist got lost and ended up in the
box car again, and there was nothing in there to see but brown
hay. No reason to bother with checking it out, just a waste of
his time. The sooner he got back to his office and to sleep the
better. When the sound came again, it was more artificial, more
hurried, as if somehow beckoning him into the boxcar. Terrace
sighed again and decided that he'd best check it out; if a
tourist got hurt in there then it would be his pay check bouncing
for the medical bill.

Slowly, Terrace activated the control panel and the door slowly
slid open. He stepped into the boxcar, piles of hay were stacked
against the wall and sheets of the brown stuff covered the floor,
looking fake. Light streamed in from simulated cracks in the
boards of the boxcar. There was a time when tourists came back
here to play cards, and pretend to be hobos or cowboys, but
nobody had been back here in years.

Slowly, Terrace looked around the boxcar, searching for whatever
had made the sound. Then he saw a face, watching him from behind
one of the stacks of hay.

"Hey," Terrace began, "Come out from behind there, you're going
to get hurt," Terrace rolled his eyes and went in after the face.
He rounded one of the stacks and came across a beautiful young
vixen, crouching against one of the stacks of hay, a worried look
on her face. She was dressed in cheap civilian clothing, the kind
you'd expect on a hobo. She had ripped open one of the hay
barrels and had spread the brown stuff into a makeshift bed.
"Come on then," Terrace said "Come out of there."

The Vixen stirred, and then she opened her mouth, "I don't have a
ticket..." she began, trailing off at the edges. Slowly, she
emerged from her hiding place and approached the wolf. Her body
coming into full light; her fur was red, short, and well kept,
She sported black ears and both her arms and legs were covered
with the dark fur - as if gloves. Her underbelly was marked by
soft white fur which ran from the tip of her snout to her pussy.
Her tail, which flicked behind her, was tipped white at the end.
Her head was covered by a thick brown hair, which she had tied
back into a ponytail; she looked as if she had a second tail.
Terrace was enthralled with this creature before him. "I need to
get to new Vertofrim City," She said after giving Terrace enough
time to undress her with his eyes.

Terrace sighed again, it seemed to be becoming a hobby for him,
"Only paying customers can ride the train, we'll have to set you
off at the next stop."

The Vixen stepped forward, her face distorted, nearly into a
devious smile. "There are... other ways of paying," she reached
up and kissed Terrace on the underside of his snout. "If I give
myself to you, would you not tell anyone I'm back here?"

Terrace thought about that for a moment, but he wasn't about to
pass up the opportunity. He reached down and gingerly took a hold
of her chin and turned her face to his. She closed her eyes and
allowed him to kiss her; and by that seal the agreement was made.
She let herself go. She melted into the embrace, her arms falling
limp to her side.

Terrace released the Vixen's snout as he placed his hands down
unto her hips feeling her supple shape. She was lean and well
formed, and she smelled of sweet perfume; the expensive kind you
can only get off-world. Slowly, Terrace began to unbutton the
dirty, brown, leather jacket from the vixen's body. Once all the
buttons had been undone, he smoothed the jacket off her body
leaving a clean white blouse below. The blouse was unbuttoned at
the vixen's chest and Terrace noted that she wasn't wearing a
bra. They stopped kissing for a brief moment, to catch their
breath, but Terrace soon pounced back unto the beautiful
creature's lips, forcing her into a passionate kiss, their
tongues mingled in the Vixen's mouth and the creature moaned
quietly with pleasure.

With a quick peck, Terrace released the Vixen and stepped back.
The red and white creature never stirred, only stood longingly
with her eyes closed. Terrace gripped the Vixen's blouse where it
was open, and ripped the fabric open. The buttons exploded off
and bounced around the cabin with sharp pings. He smoothed the
remaining garment off the Vixen, the fabric rustling to the
ground.

Spread before him was the Vixen's supple breasts. Her breasts
were half and half - half red thinning out from her back and the
rest was part of the Vixen's white underbelly. Her nipples were
firm and erect, like little stones on rolling grass hills, and
Terrace went right for them. He dragged his rough tongue over
their pink contours.

"Oh, yes," The Vixen moaned as she suddenly drew in her stomach,
arching her back. Her breasts and nipples were suddenly pushed up
into Terrace; he accepted the gift and bit the small nubs
gingerly with his front teeth. "Nnngh," The Vixen stifled a grunt
of pleasure as she grit her teeth, her eyes remaining closed.
Terrance put an arm up around the creature bracing her as she
continued to arc backwards. She spread her legs in an attempt to
balance herself, and a low rip could be heard from the tight
fitting, ancient, genes which she wore. With his free hand,
Terrace began to massage the Vixen's free breast. "Mmmmm..." She
began in a low hum. Slowly, she seemed to regain control and
placed her hands on top of the Wolf's head, and she began to
expertly massage his ears. The enticement didn't cause a pause in
Terrace, as he continued to bite and suck and the Vixen's
nipples. They tasted wonderful; like strawberries.

As Terrace continued pleasuring the Vixen, he became aware of a
distinct odder rising from the Vixen, cancelling out her fragrant
smell. She was in heat, and the smell of her sex rose from her
with a power that could overcome the sanest person. As he worked
her body the smell grew even more intense. After a few moments he
became aware of his own sex pushing at the inside of his uniform,
but Terrace paced himself - there would be time for that later.

Slowly, Terrace gripped one of the Vixen's nipples in his teeth
and pulled at it with a force that was far from ginger. The
Vixen's closed eyes tightened and she bit her lower lip against
the pain, but as Terrace released her, she let out a great moan
of pleasure.

Sweat was already beading on the Vixen's fur, and Terrace moved
from the Vixen's breasts to her stomach to enjoy the rich bounty.
He lapped at her sweat, it was salty but it intoxicated him. As
he moved to her navel, he noticed that there was a small golden
ring pierced through it. This Vixen was full of strange
contradictions; and it enthralled the wolf. Up until this moment
he hadn't been allowed to partake of the fruit, but now he felt
truly free.

After he had his full of the Vixen's sweet body liquids, he went
for the ring, pulling at it softly. "mmmm..." She began, enticing
Terrace to pull more on the ring. "Right there..." She said
between pangs of joy that rippled across her body. Terrace let
his other hand stop massaging the creature's breast and move up
her neck. The Vixen took Terrace's index finger and began to play
with it in her mouth. She sucked on his finger and upon releasing
it, began to lick at his hand leaving large amounts of spit
running down his arm. He smiled a quirky smile as he wiped her
spit in her stomach, causing her body to glisten even brighter in
the small streams of light.

Slowly, he reached down to the pants which were more then a size
too small for her body. He reached a hand down to her slit, and
noticed that the genes were soaking wet, she was ready. The Vixen
let out a cry of pleasure at his touch, and licked her lips
awaiting what was soon to come. Regaining both his hands, he
undid her belt and slid off the ripped pants. A line of her
juices followed the pants as they fell to the floor. Terrace was
now in a crouch, and he stood so that he was eye to eye with the
Vixen, whose eyes continued to stay closed. He kissed her on the
cheek, but her body never moved. He placed a hand behind her
back, and once again she arced. With his free hand he reached
down and pushed his fingers into her slit.

"Ahhh..." She gasped as Terrace slowly worked his fingers inside
her count. After a few moments he pulled them out and brought his
fingers, which were covered in her juices, up to her mouth. She
accepted the offering and drank in her body juices lovingly. When
she released them he went back and squeezed her nub. She breathed
in quick, so suddenly that if Terrace had not been there to grab
her, she would have fallen into the hay. Terrace pulled at her
clit and continued to squeeze it, eventually letting go and
allowing his fingers to slip back into the Vixen's body. "Yes,"
She began, "Fuck me."

"Shssssh," Terrace said slowly as he offered her his fingers,
still covered in her juices. They flowed free now, and made their
way down her legs.

"Mmmm..." She said as she drank her own juices. His fingers went
down for a third time, and penetrated her body, violating her,
taking her, and she enjoyed every minute of it; wishing that his
violation of her body was greater. As he pulled his fingers out,
the Vixen lapped at her lips, expecting to receive the prize
again, but it never came. Terrace wiped the juices on the Vixen's
nipples, and then went in for the kill. He licked at her juice
covered nipples. The sweet taste and aroma was too much, this
wouldn't do.

Terrace crouched down, and keeping one hand firm on a breast and
the other pinching her clit, the juices flowed freely. He pressed
his snout into the Vixen's pussy and drank directly from her
body. He lapped at her lower lips, his tongue flicking into her
every few seconds. He gnawed at her lips, gently, lovingly,
making sure not to hurt her with his sharp teeth.

Her head fell against her shoulder and she opened her mouth,
"Don't stop," She said, but Terrace did stop. He stepped up, his
own urges had stopped him, now at long last, he was ready.

Terrace stepped back and undid his belt buckle. As he did the
Vixen caught the movement and her head snapped forward, her eyes
shining a bright blue. She crouched quickly, she was on a
mission. She pulled away Terrace's uniform pants and found his
cock waiting beneath. It pushed out of the sheath searching for
its prey, but it wouldn't have to search long. The Vixen smiled
to herself, knowing that this would be one payment she would not
dislike. She took the Wolf's meat into her mouth, allowing her
saliva to mix with his pre-cum. Terrace grunted with her
movements - she was skilled. He placed his hands upon her head
and began to massage the black-tipped ears of the creature. Her
head moved in beautiful movements as she sucked him off. Her tail
moving back and forth as she made sounds of great pleasure; her
juices pooling on the floor. She worked her head with great force
and conviction; Terrace could feel it with every movement. She
was in ecstasy, the large piece filling her mouth, making her
juices flow even more free then before. She moved slowly at
first, then picked up the pace.

"Ahhh..." Terrace said as the Vixen continued to do her job. She
was moving with one purpose. Terrace tensed up and stifled a
grown. He came in her mouth. The Vixen closed her eyes and
muffled sounds of great enjoyment. Terrace's cock filling her
mouth with his seed, but he was far from empty. He pulled out of
her quickly, a line of spit and cum following from the tip of his
cock to her mouth. He moved the Vixen to the bed of Hay and lay
her down. Terrace pulled off his shirt, his naked body in her
full view. Slowly, he got down on top of her so that his cock
brushed against her pussy. She smiled with delight.

"Fuck me," She began, smiling.

"I intend to," Terrace said as he continued to tease her sex with
his. His movements provoked her to waves of pleasure. She reached
out and grasped at the straw and threw her head back. Slowly, her
head came up again and looked into Terraces.

"Please," She pleaded, "Please, do with me as you will." She
wrapped her legs around his thighs, and releasing the dried
grass, looped her arms around his neck. He smiled down into her.
"Please fuck me."

Terrace couldn't wait any longer, he granted her request and
speared into her, hitting into her womb on the first move. She
cried out in ecstasy as she clawed at Terrace's sweat slackened
back. She had no claws, and her hands slid across his back as he
pumped his meat inside her. Time and time again he moved against
her, her pelvis automatically moving to greet each movement. In
and out, out and in, he pumped inside her. The paced quickened
with each movement, and then she tightened, she screamed. Terrace
stifled a grunt as he speared her one last time, reaching into
her honey pot, he deposited his seed deep within her.

The Vixen wasn't out of requests, "Please," She began again, her
face slackened with sweat, her eyes drooping, her body convulsing
and trembling, "fuck me in the ass." Terrace liked the sound of
that. He helped her turn over and present her back-door to him.
She wanted to be treated like an animal, and Terrace was ready to
make that sacrifice.

"Brace yourself," Terrace said as he gripped unto the Vixen's
tail and positioned his length at her asshole. She grit her teeth
and nodded quickly indicating that she was ready for the final
violation. Terrace pulled on her tail, and forced his way into
her body, she screamed. Her ass was tight, and felt warm and
inviting around his cock. He would enjoy this final pleasure. All
things melded, he moved with her, they were one. They reached
climax together, she screamed, he stifled a noise, but it
escaped. He howled, and outside the train continued.

Terrace and the Vixen couldn't stand it anymore, they were
exhausted. Terrace rolled to the side and his cock began to slip
back into his sheath. The Vixen was already asleep, but Terrace
couldn't move, he lapsed into unconsciousness and the both slept
quietly with the sound of the clanking outside.

When Terrace awoke the Vixen was still asleep. She lay with her
legs spread apart, and Terrace didn't want to pass up the
opportunity. He moved his fingers into her slit and began to
massage her clit. In her sleep she made a few muffled sounds of
enjoyment. As he continued to pleasure her, Terrace's eyes fell
on a duffle bag within reach. He was curious, so he opened it up.
Inside was an elegant dress and many expensive jewels. Among
these items was a ticket for the Sunrise Train to New Vertofrim
City. He smiled happily to himself, one of those Vixens had
finally paid attention to him. He clipped the ticket, and felt a
new birth, now he was free. He quickly brought the Vixen off and
then reached over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you," He began, as he stood, got dressed, and left the
boxcar.

New Vertofrim City was a huge place, and soon the train would
have to leave or it would lose the sunrise. Terrace checked his
bags, everything was there. He took his old hat, and placed it
into the bag, though he wouldn't need it anymore, he still wanted
it. He descended from the Train, and with a puff of smoke, it
began off again, on its journey chasing the rising sun.

"Sir, destination?" A wolf asked from the sideline. The Wolf was
wearing a dispatchers uniform, and was directing people to there
next stop.

Terrace pulled a ticket out of his coat pocket, "Catchpule
Station," He said, smiling.

"Yes Sir, a good choice, third star port on the left, platform
34C-Delta. Next." He said, handing the ticket back to Terrace and
waving for the next passenger. Terrace moved off heading for the
platform, he looked over at the sun, and watched it rise slowly,
into the sky. He had always wondered if it was actually a sunrise
or a sunset but now he knew, the train lived up to its name. It
was a sunrise.


                           -- The End --


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