It was springtime in the mountains, the season of love and new beginnings, and I was pining for a mate. Well, okay, pining was a bit much, but I've definitely been keeping an eye out ever since we moved up here. It's not like I'm some lovesick horny teenager or anything like that, but I could do for some romancing and a sort of companionship that I can't get from my roommate.
I stood naked in front of my body-sized mirror, the steam from the extra-long shower I took slowly receding and revealing the reflection beneath. I ran the second towel over my body, starting from my chest and the tuft of fur that grew out of my collarbone. I was reminded every single time I showered why I was so thankful that our body fur had a different keratin amount as opposed to our hair. I simply could not imagine what it'd be like having your entire body holding onto moisture the same way your hair does.
I'd never been one that was super wrapped up in her looks and appearance, outside of the late 2000s when the whole Scene and Goth style was the "thing", but I can tell you how uncharacteristically pleased I am with how my body had developed.
Foxes aren't known for having curvy body types, and I am certainly no major exception to that rule. We're a species that leaned itself more speed, stealth, and general nimbleness. One look at any female in my family is evident enough of that.
But my body, during that wonderful time known as puberty, had attempted to buck the norms. As that internet saying goes, I'm just built differently(That's a stupid saying, by the way).
For starters, we foxes rarely ever develop breasts any more prominent than a B-cup at best. However, I kept developing and capped out at that fine line between a C and a D-cup. Proud of my girls as I was, I was even happier with how I developed an actual figure! Granted, it's nothing like you'd see on, say, a wolf or a mountain lion, but for a fox, I was well outside of rules that my species' fucking genetics had predetermined for us. Pear-shaped, I was not, but I had a figure, and I was pleased.
I dropped the second water-laden towel into the hamper, then grabbed a third dry one and proceeded to tackle my tail, the fluff returning to the appendage as I allowed it to return to its neutral position at my back. I lazily swished it back and forth for good measure.
Placing one hand on my hip, I looked my reflection up and down, starting from my paws and working my way up. My sight traveled along my long, slender legs to my hip and thighs, where the purple met the white fur. It was around here where I always had to come face to face or face to ass, I should say, with my single most major gripe about my body: The freckles!
The area around my tailbone, my hips, and the entirety of my ass are mottled with grey spots of fur, ranging anywhere from the size of a Skittle all the way up to a quarter. No one has ever said anything to me about them, snotty remark or otherwise, but then very few beasts have ever actually seen them outside of that one Spring Break trip I took with some friends when I was seventeen.
A boy who I guess had liked me was agitated that I wasn't returning the interest, so he 'accidentally' tripped and pulled my bikini bottom off.
I kicked that little shit in his pug-bitch face, knocking a few teeth out in the process, all the while standing there with a bareass for the beachgoers in Florida to see. It was then I realized that I had a hell of an attitude when triggered.
I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder as my black hair came to a swishing halt against my lower back. It was almost long enough to cover my butt.
And suddenly, without notice, the doorknob on the bathroom door turned, and in came the biggest motherfucker you've likely ever seen!
"Morning, Brigs," He said in a deep, gravelly voice as he pushed past me, stepping over the moisture-laden towel. He stepped up to the toilet, lifted the seat and whipped his junk out, and started pissing right in front of me.
Eligh Brannigon is my best friend in the whole world. We'd met right before college, just as I was relocating with my family from Vancouver to Michigan.
I stood there, not in shock or anything, but still opting to cover myself with a hand bra and towel wrapped around my waist, waiting for him to finish taking a piss as I now eyed him the same way I looked myself up and down.
He was a big guy that was for sure. Topping out at just over seven feet tall, with enough muscle and raw good looks to back the height up.
And I would be totally lying if I said I wasn't pining to take a peek at his front right now, gushing stream of urine or not. He seemed to have picked up on that as well when he said, "No peeking." His big blue eyes pierced me as he gazed down upon me from over his shoulder.
Did I neglect to mention that he was about as gay as they come? Yeah, I probably should have led with that. Even still, I kept my private features covered.
"So, are you about done in here?"
"Sure," I said, grabbing a pair of black panties from the clothes rack beside me. "Are you going to walk around the house all day in your underwear, or are we going to hit the town?" I slipped on the panties, then buttoned the little clasp that went over the top of my tail. "I mean, I certainly don't mind, but I don't quite think the new neighbors would appreciate it very much... But then, maybe they might."
Eligh and I had only moved to Brickhedge this week and were still in the midst of unpacking, as evidenced by the plastic tub I nearly tripped over, leaving the bathroom.
Eligh had booked one of the many available two-bedroom apartments that were available months in advance and even drove up here from Michigan to survey the town and take a look at the apartment firsthand. Eligh did; I stayed behind to square away things with my family, none of which sounded either too enthused or ecstatic about my announcement, making the whole relocation expedition a bit of a dud.
I bet you're asking yourself, "Why exactly DID you move up here anyway?" to which I would reply by saying that Eligh had accepted a job as a Town Planner in Brickhedge, New Hampshire. The requirements for said position required him to relocate across several states.
I, however, am unemployed but actively seeking opportunities for work... Or will be, as soon as I get situated here in Brickhedge. Eligh's job will be enough to support us for the time being with no problem, but I wouldn't let him shoulder all of the financial burdens alone. I don't care how broad or solid and muscular they are.
Slipping into my bedroom in nothing but a pair of black underwear and a hand bra, I literally streaked across the bedroom floor, headed for another tote marked "Brigid's Clothes (Spring/Summer)". I dug through the obviously hastily packed clothing, pulling out a wrinkled black tank top, my favorite black and pink plaid button-up(also wrinkled), and an old pair of chinos(Guess what? Wrinkled!)
Now, standing in front of my mirror, I spent the next several minutes braiding and feathering my hair. I contemplated tying the old red bandana around my head but decided against it today. I'd already caught a few of the locals staring at me with a side-eye glance while we were moving in, so I'd better tone it down for now.
I finished the day's prep work by pinching and twisting the whispy tufts of fur that tipped both my ears and my tail.
The way in which my ears and tail tapered off gave the impression of having been dipped in a rich, black ink. The fur itself was no different texture-wise to the rest of my body, yet it still looked different somehow.
Giving myself one last once-over in the mirror, turning to all sides, I was content with how I was presenting myself to the town today.
Watch out, Brickhedge, Brigid's here!
Joining my big gay best friend at the front door, who had been waiting on standby in a very modest outfit of a hoodie, backward baseball cap(The Yankees, no less), and a pair of simple cargo shorts. Eligh looked less like a public official and more like a frat boy about to go out on the town to get "rekt".
"Aww, you waited for me," I said, unable to resist a smile that showed my pearly white fangs.
"Had to," He shrugged, "You have my debit card."
"Me? I-oh shit, I do! Hold on a second." I hadn't realized it at the time, but as we rolled into town the other day, I had been driving and was using his card to pay for the trip's necessities along the way. I'd fathom a guess that the excitement of finally arriving at our destination(and the subsequent popping of our eardrums) had made me totally forget that I was currently committing theft against my best friend, unknowingly or not.
I reappeared from the laundry room a few minutes later, having located the pair of pants I'd slipped the card into the back pocket of. I flourished it in front of his big, gentle face and wiggled it. "Take it, and don't ever let me have it again."
"That makes how many times now you've said that?" Eligh replied, slipping the card into his wallet and then wallet into his shorts pocket.
"Oh, what, seven? Six? No more than eight, at least. Anyway, are we ready to go?"
It was the first real week of spring here in the tiny mountain town, according to the issue of Weekly Brickhedge that had been left out on a nearby brick wall, shriveled and ink awash from the morning dew. Eligh's apartment was on the same side of the street as Town Hall, and though I couldn't see it from where we stood, I knew it was more than a brisk walk to work for the big bear, and so he'd be out and about with the massive SUV on most days.
Meaning I'd be on paw more often than not if I had any errands to run.
"So, where do you want to go first?" He asked, his tone not sounding too totally sure itself.
"Ummm," I pondered the question for a few seconds. I looked to my left, then my right. It was pretty early out still, yeah, but already the streets were bustling with activity. Everybeast looked so nice, even when they were silently eying me down from across the street. I'd assumed they just weren't accustomed to many new faces moving here, let alone one that was in charge of a lot of developmental plans involving their very own town.
"Let's try and locate the coffee shop first. Priority numero-fuckin'-uno!" I said, probably a bit too loud considering the reaction I got from the pair of elderly lemmings that had just crossed our stoop. They were looking back at us over their shoulders as they shuffled down the sidewalk.
"Good first impression there, Brigs." Eligh took two steps for every one I took as his massive gait took him from the top of the stoop to the sidewalk in half the time it took me. He gestured his head for me to follow him, and so off we went. His fine ass ahead of me, my fine ass taking up the rear.
And that was when I saw him.
Across the street, they were entering what appeared to be a hardware store with a storefront that screamed "Great Depression!" in its decor, untouched by the ravages of time. Clearly, it was cared for by the town, and the old signage and whatnot was refurbished to withstand the ebbs and flow of time. But enough about the fucking storefront.
The wolf! That, admittedly short for his kind, brown wolf that had been approaching the hardware store, no doubt intending on venturing inside. The shaggy brown hair, those long, powerful legs...
"H-Hey, Eligh," I whispered, "Did you see that wolf just now? Across the street, I mean."
"I did, actually. You're talking about the beast that entered that building?" He said, and I nodded, "Yeah, A damn gorgeous one at that, though a bit short, admittedly."
As much as I wanted to fawn over the first cute local beast I'd seen in town, I was going to have to let it slide for the time being. It was a small town and there was no doubt in my mind that we'd reencounter the wolf again at some point.
I hoped we'd encounter him. He wasn't dressed like any of the locals, either.
That train of thought was quickly derailed as the aroma of freshly brewing coffee slapped me square in the face.
We'd found our coffee shop!
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