The Great Pumpkins

Sadness soon gave way to delight as Artorias skirted away from her, returning moments later with a dagger that he placed at her paws. Big brother did have it covered. Molten heat swirled through Bowen's core and soon, the knife wouldn't be the only thing that was covered. With one paw on the hilt of the knife, Bowen stepped forward, raising her muzzle so her lips could meet those of the black, blue and silver wolf. She wasn't shy about her kisses and soon her lips nudged his apart so that their mouths could feed upon one another. Bowen stepped into Artorias, one delicate paw raising to rest upon his chest just over his heart which she felt beating strongly through the pale, pink pads. Nothing felt more right than this. The two of them together. Lovers. This was how they were supposed to be.

If Bowen didn't stop herself, she was going to consume him right now. The volcanic heat of her lust would devour him whole and they would become slaves to one another for who knew how long? There were things that needed to be done first. The girl's ivory paw pressed against Art's chest and she pushed herself back, breaking their kiss. She swiped her tongue across his lower lip and took a step back. "You did have it covered and maybe later... you'll cover me." The girls heat filled gaze met that of her brother before she turned and moved back towards the giant field of gourds.

As she strolled along, Bowen sliced through the thick pumpkin vines, making her selections. There were so many different colors and textures that she wouldn't be able to bring back everything that she wanted, but she would be able to bring back a lot. She supposed that just meant that they would have to make a return trip at some point. More sibling bonding time, right?

The bumpy looking gourds had particularly strong, thick vines. Bowen needed one for her collection, so she worked hard to cut through the living chain that held the pumpkin in place. As she sawed through, the knife slipped and sliced into one soft, blush colored paw pad. Bowen released an involuntary hiss of alarm and turned her paw over to watch the blood well up from one digit and quickly trickle down the side. Gods, she really was useless sometimes...

"Bowen & Artorias"