It was a year ago today that Lucia came into my life. I was 17 at the time, and not too popular with the girls. I’m a tall, somewhat lanky nerdy lad. Skin whiter than bone and messy brown hair. Anyway, back on topic:
I was walking in the woods near my house, as I often did. I’m a loner, you see, always was. The woods were like a safe haven. But on this day, as I walked through a particularly dense grove of pine trees, I heard sobbing. It was quite, but as a softy I had to investigate. At first I thought the crying thing in the bush was a big fox, it certainly had the fur and the tail of one, but I noticed it had long ginger human hair from its head. It was sitting down, one hand bracing itself on the floor, the other I couldn’t see. Yes, I said hand. The things feet were paws, but it’s hands were indeed human hands. The thing must have heard me, because she turned around. I say she, because on her chest were the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. She had the face of a fox, but it had an odd human quality. I don’t know how to describe it, but the face seemed beautiful to me, like a human female model. She sniffed, and I saw the tears in her brown eyes.
“Are… Are you ok?”