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Blogs > SabersandSpurs > Sabres and Roses

The Furry!  

SabersandSpurs 70M
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2/16/2013 8:31 am

Last Read:
12/24/2013 5:48 am
The Furry!

It was a beautiful August morning at the battlefield park! I, in my usual 1760's attire. Jays, Cardinals and wrens flitted about in the warm sun, the green canopy of leaves, fresh from an early morning rain, mitigating the rays of the sun

I in Hunter green stockings, tam-o-shanter, waistcoat. Osnaburg shirt and linen breeches. Black shoes with brass buckles. Around my waist, secured by a plain brass buckle, a wide black leather belt... small boned-handled Damascus skinning knife, bone-handled Damascus dagger, cast iron tomahawk in the small of my back. About my shoulders, a maroon trimmed haversack, possible's bag and powder horn. That day, I chose to carry my brass-trimmed forty-five calibre Jaeger... a short but powerful flintlock rifle.

I settled onto an old Maple stump to enjoy a meager breakfast. Cool water from a wooden canteen, sharp cheese, smoked sausage, dark bread and claret.

A couple approached on the path, she hidden behind his large middle-aged frame. As they grew nearer, they stopped. She, much smaller, peaked from behind.

She, at most<b> eighteen </font></b>years old, stepped from behind, he holding her close. Her furry ears at the top of her head, a very revealing hot fur top, brief (very brief) fur panties, thigh-highs, the most delighful long tail... All in a stunning hot pink!

"Wow!", she blurted, "I need a picture with you! May I?"

Before I could speak, this scantily clad maiden, this pink-furred vision, was holding me close, posing for a series of pictures. Whispering in my ear, "He's not my boyfriend, you know, he's my uncle."

"They all are, love" I repled, at which they both broke out in laughter! Her furry silvery laughter seeming so right.

Taking my arm, she dimissed her "uncle". "Would you show me the battlefield?" she said with a wink of her sparkled eye (yes, there where pink sparkles on her cheeks.

We walked for a bit, coming upon soft green grass. just off the trail, shaded from view.

Well, a gentleman does not tell the details!

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