\n Please Note: Even though this story contains no actual sex, it does contain adult themes.

\n Sunday 30 October:

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 I know I haven't written in aaages and I am very sorry but I think when you hear what I've been up to, you'll forgive me.

\n So the last time I wrote I was saying how mad I was that Hale still hadn't replied to my suggestion. I literally just got off the phone to my principal because she was upset I'd missed class for a few days and hopes to see me back for the new week tomorrow. Apparently she's been trying to get hold of me for days...

\n I'm sorry, I'm still trying not to giggle too hard, The Parent is downstairs. So anyway, after I got back from school... Wow. I really have to stop saying sorry. I just read over that and if sorries were fingers this'd be a fist-fest.

\n A-ny-way... I got back from school and wrote that entry, then Mila and I went out to see Fauntleroy and the Bejeesus (Good Band ,|,,|) and got a little tipsy, so we went back to mine and watched movies in my room. I think it was halfway through 'Tails from California' that she drifted off. I was inbetween 'that phase when you aren't tired and carry on having fun even thoughh everyone else has nodded off' and 'the one when your brain starts to shut down' when I heard the noise. It was a rustling coming from the bushes outside my window and it frightenend the heck out of me because I was in the middle of a fantasy in which I had started to lick Mila's thighs, just below the scrap of pale blue silk I could see under her skirt, when she woke up and, instead of freaking out, she moved the cloth aside and looked at me like she looked at Jason Milhardy. I was kinda glad when the noise snapped me out of it cos I think I was dangerously close to reaching out a paw and taking a sniff.

\n I jumped up and padded over to the sill, peering out into the semi-darkness. I could see the bushes moving, all right, and it wasn't a little rustle. It was the not-so-stealthy shifting of a large form that thinks it is sneaking silently. I opened the window and hoisted my solid frame through it, dropping silently to the soft earth underneath. The thing had stopped moving by then and I saw just a small glimpse of pale throat. I was in a weird, zoned-out mood so I shook myself gently once and sprung at the bared throat, feeling my jaws connect with it and the rest of my body thud into a soft, yielding side. A silent yelp was all it managed before I had it pinned neatly between my forepaws, teeth bared at its throat.

\n I literally gasped and my jaw hung open when I looked down into the face of a very frightened Hale. His yelow eyes widened to an impossible size when he saw me above him, pinning him down and showing sharp, wet teeth. I remembered myself and snapped my muzzle shut, feeling a grin start to creep onto it.

\n He smiled uncertainely and licked his maw, still a bit uncertain as to whether I was going to eat him or not. His dark ruff of head- and neck-fur stuck out at crazy angles and one ear flicked in irritation as a piece of grass tickled it. 'Um... So hi.' he whispered, his eyes settling back into their usual narrowed gaze.

\n I jumped off him and batted at his head with a padded paw. 'Don't ever sneak around my house like that again!' I whispered, only a little cross. He laughed out loud and I covered his delicious face with a footpaw, hissing at him to shut up. 'What aer you doing here, anyway?'


\n 'Mmpg m m-mph' I uncovered his face and he looked at me mock-disgustedly, raking out his silvery face-fur with a clawed paw. 'I said,' he muttered under his breath, 'do you want to
\n go for a walk?'

\n My heart raced. 'Who, me?' He nodded happily. It had obviously never ocurred to him I might say no. I love being obtuse so I smiled a big smile and leant in close to his ear. 'No.'

\n His reaction was not what I had expected. He gave me an exhasperated sigh and grabbed my forepaw, dragging me into an enthusiastic hug. I am ashamed to say I giggled like a schoolgirl. I am one, though, so neugh.

\n He was warm, bristly, a bit skinnier than I like but so male. I found myself staring at one of his lower nipples and took an experimental nibble. This elicited a low growl from the musky coyote and his paws crept lower down, covering my backside. I liked the way they cupped my cheeks, his thumb-claws stroking me through the thick cotton home-shorts I was wearing. I couldn't resist another nibble, travelling downwards a little this time. He is quite a bit taller than me, and I found I only had to look down to see his waistband. I flicked out my tongue and took an experimental lick under the belt-buckle. Some silky hairs got trapped on my rough tastebuds and I rolled them around, feeling how they tickled my palate. I sent my long tongue in again, lower this time. I could feel the elastic of his boxers and moved one paw down his stomach and into them a little way, the other still playing with his nipples. I teased him mercilessly, always staying just shy of actually touching the gradually hardening warmth I sensed there.

\n He squeezed my cheeks even harder, then took one paw off my backside to cup my chin and tit my head roughly upwards. I began to protest at this but his eyes had darkened to amber with desire and I could feel his claws digging into my ass-cheek a little. A dark tongue, thinner than mine but just as long, reached out from between his gleaming teeth and washed over my nose. I replied with my own eager lick inside his muzzle. He jumped in mild surprise but didn't hesitate to respond. His tongue became more and more urgent, his body making every effort to meld to mine. I took the slick  muscle in my maw and sucked it down into my throat, tasting and squeezing, loving the meaty feeling of it. My hand crept deeper under his waistband, massaging circles in his inner thighs, digging my claws in and tickling the sensitive flesh. He started twitching from the sensations, his nose practically buried in my soft cheeks as his muzzle locked with mine in an awkward dance.

\n He pulled away from my experimenting paws and I yelped, disappointed. He stood back and studied me with greedy eyes. His tongue ran over his lips, ears twitching back and forth. I had never been with a coyote before, but all these signs, coupled with the bulge straining against his jeans, told me all I needed to know. I stood back so he could admire me in all my sheltie glory. I say that sarcastically, of course. My fur is marked chocolate, cream and black and I keep it quite long. I have larger than average nipples and they are always straining against my shirt. I could see him taking it all in - my stocky frame, curvy hips and thick tail. He seemed to find all this ordinariness unusually attractive for some weird reason. I wasn't about to correct him.

\n His soft fur, sabled grey and silver, shone gold at the tips from the streetlight. It all combined to give him quite an angelic shimmer. I just hoped he would treat me in a very non-angelic manner tonight...

\n He stepped suddenly towards me, scooping me up so my footpaws were either side of his slender waist. 'You know,' his breath tickled my ear as he whispered into it, 'I have wanted to do this for a very long time.' Then he snuffed my neck in a way that ruffled my fur and drove me mad. I wriggled in his arms, the groove in my shorts rubbing over the stiff material of his jeans. He squeezed me a bit harder to his chest. His arms were not very big but surprisingly strong. I snuzzled into his throat, nipping playfully. He groaned. 'Ungh, you are so sexy T...'

\n I liked the way he shortened my name, but I was getting bored. I pulled my head away from his chest and looked at him with my dark eyes. 'Hale?' He blinked at me expectantly. 'When are you going to shut up and screw me silly?'

\n Well, I am not going to bother telling you every detail of what happened after that, I haven't got the time and there are jucier things to get to. Suffice it to say I got what I wanted. He was more timid than I expected, but did everything well etc blah. I decided to add Coyote to my list of tastiest animals, he asked me if I'd go with him to his family's cabin and I agreed. So that is where I've been the past while.

Monday 31 October:

\n Diary! Journal! Confidant! Whatever the heck I call you...

\n Today was weird. You know that fantasy I was having about Mila when Hale showed up? Well, Last night was weird. She called me and asked if I'd ike to come over for a sleepover this weekend. Just before she put the phone down she cooed: "And don't bother with a pillow, we probably won't get much sleep..."

Tuesday 1 November:

\n So today I woke up at four. I cannot sleep, thinking about Friday. What the heck did Mila mean? I am so caught up in it I ignored Hal completely yesterday. He just sent me a text saying can we have lunch together. I said "yeah" but I have to snp myself out of this funk so I don't seem distracted. He's been good, giving me my space after the weekend, but I can tell he wants more.  I have to get done and go in to school anyway, write more later x
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