ME: Good nite then! Good luck with your project.
ME: Night*
Brigid dropped her phone onto the charger. She knew just as well as Advrik that neither she nor he was going to be sleeping anytime soon, but wishing him goodnight felt like the right thing to do.
It’d only been but a few days since their first real date and over a month since the two canids had been brought together through some devious exploits of their friends, and she felt as if things had been progressing smoothly, comfortably even.
The urge to be with the wolf was ever present that she would not deny as she was sure he’d felt the same, or at least hoped that he did.
Brigid had run through the only two serious relationships in her life over and over again in her head. Recounting the intoxicating sensation of having been around her (now) exes at the very beginning, the excitement of just seeing and hearing from them, even if it was just a little email or text message.
That thrill was here for sure, further combating the notion that she’d eventually grow out of such things. She felt like a teenager again, and it was wonderful.
“Take that, gra-ma-ma,” she thought, “Dead old racist bitch.”
Outside the wind howled, pressing against the window frame and causing it to crack. Air seeping through a window seal that didn’t quite do its job, causing her curtains and blinds to sway ever so gently.
She’d stepped up to the doorway, ready to join Eligh and Callista, whom she’d invited over for a little girl’s night, then paused, thinking. She was wearing the same long-sleeved pinstripe shirt she wore the night she and Advrik had met way back in April.
The shirt was special now that she realized, promising herself to take extra good care of it in the future. Maybe even wearing it only when she was to be with the wolf.
Gracefully moving back to her phone, she flipped the light switch off on her little bedside lamp. Activating the camera, she turned the front-facing selfie mode on. Her first thought was to send the wolf a cheeky little picture of herself to accompany her goodnight text, which he’d since replied to,
DICKWEED: Good night! And thank you!
She smirked, a devious little idea racing through her mind as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and, lifting it, snapped a quick photo. She appeared on the screen, one eye closed with her tongue sticking out, the same way she took all her selfies.
Only this time, her shirt had been lifted, exposing her black bra and the impressive (for a fox) cleavage of her breasts that it gently cradled.
The bra, which came with a matching pair of panties, had been where the majority of her savings had gone, contrary to what she’d told Eligh on the day of her first date with Advrik.
Her new shirt just so happened to show off just how impressively made the underwear itself was, or rather, just how invisible it could be.
The underwear set had been bought with the wolf in mind, with its feint pattern depicting the moon and its many phases, along with a lacy trim. She wore it for him that day, too, but she had zero intention of letting him see it so soon.
It’d been too early in their budding relationship.
They’d swapped photos of each other frequently, the wolf trying to match the fox’s energy and vice versa, but never once had either of them asked for anything remotely lewd. She’d been content just seeing the wolf’s beautiful red eyes, that shaggy mess of hair, that strong, thick muzzle…
One of the most recent selfies he’d sent had been taken after just getting out of the shower. His hair laid heavy against his head and he clearly had no shirt on, her eyes dancing over his obviously bare shoulders and that cute little tuft of fur that protruded out from his collarbone.
Had that been him asking for something more? And what had her photo reply even been?
She scrolled down to the next photo, sent exactly twelve minutes later, depicting her holding a can of Zero Coke on her apartment’s balcony.
“Well, well, Mr. Drahcir,” she said to herself, opening her texting app and tapping on Advrik’s name. “You’re in for one helluva surprise, wolfy.” She tapped the Attach Photo button, then her latest selfie.
ME: =P
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Quickly dropping her phone back onto its charging dock, she rushed out of the room, shutting the door behind her before she could hear a reply. The gravity of what she had just done hit her almost instantly, her mind racing with what his reaction might be.
She was giddy!
Her whole body tingled in ways she’d not felt in, well, years. She’d always been overly cautious about showing too much of her body to others. Foxes didn’t develop as she did typically, so she kept it a secret from prying eyes; even her second serious boyfriend didn’t see much beyond her in her underwear. Hell, the moment he mocked her about the grey freckles on her ass had sealed the deal on that relationship’s future. The dumbass never got anything more than a hands-off makeout session that night before she “got her period” and had to call it an early night.
She didn’t take sharing her body with others lightly, even if it was something as simple as wearing a bikini or her underwear in front of them.
Whatever it was she felt about Advrik; it was strong enough that it had earned him an unprovoked lewd out of nowhere.
In the living room, the title credits of ALIEN began to appear piece by piece as the camera panned across the vast emptiness of space.
Eligh had taken up his favorite recliner, an entire forty-count bag of pepperoni pizza rolls stacked in the shape of a pyramid bellowed steam before him. Sitting beside that, a tall can of Bud Light. “Hey Brigs, we’re starting the movie!” he yelled as the bedroom door shut.
“I can fucking see that,” the Nostromo drifted across the screen now, showing off an impressively built model and accompanying special effects for something from the late 1970s. “And why the hell do you have all of the pizza rolls, Eligh?!” Brigid chided the big bear as she slid down onto the couch from the back. “And where is Callie?”
“Here, right here,” said a voice from the kitchen, the seafoam blue lion appearing with a second tray of pizza rolls in her hand, this time stacked in two separate pyramids made up of twenty pockets each.
Brigid’s eyes danced from one tray of pizza rolls to the next, her mind racing but failing to figure out the point of the pyramids.
“The aliens helped build them,” the lion said, setting the tray down but then immediately returning to the kitchen for the drinks. Brigid found herself admiring the big cat’s big ass and accompanying thighs as she ventured off. Callista had a figure that no fox, no matter the anomaly in their DNA, could ever hope to come even close to possessing.
It’d probably look ridiculous, to be honest, she had to tell herself, to have the sort of shape and the huge breasts that were standard of lions crammed onto the small body of a fox.
“All right, Brigid, what’re ya having?” the lioness returned, holding cans of beer and a bottle of water. “Getting drunk and watching horror movies, perfect girl’s night, eh?”
“I still don’t get why we had to watch a horror movie when there were literally thousands of other options…” the bear said as he chewed through this third pizza roll.
Brigid laughed, reaching for the bottle of water. “Eligh doesn’t care for horror movies very much. He’s a big puss.” Callista laughed, having never heard the term ‘puss’ before. Pussy, sure.
“I am not; I just don’t see the appeal in evoking those kinds of feelings through entertainment is all.” The bear cocked his head toward the fox and lion and pulled his little throw blanket up to his lap. His form so massive that what could have covered Brigid comfortably looked like a napkin in the bear’s lap.
“Oh yeah, he’s definitely a puss,” Callista said, the two girls breaking out in laughter while Eligh just hung his head.
“You know this was based on a true story, right?” Callista announced, just as the little alien burst from Kane’s chest, “Government tried to cover it up, but it still circulated. I mean, they did cover it up in the end because nobeast talks about it anymore, but still.”
Brigid, who had since changed into one of the old shirts she’d stolen from Eligh years ago, a pair of shorts and a different bra, shifted in her position, uncrossing her legs that had been resting on the coffee table.
“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” The fox declared. Eligh had long since covered his eyes to save himself from further sights of gore and horrific little aliens.
“It’s true,” Callista took another sip of the second beer she’d brought with her earlier. “Of course, they embellished the story quite a bit when adapting it for film, like taking place in space and the whole derelict ship when, in actuality, it happened in Egypt, hence the pizza rolls being stacked the way they were.” The lion wore a simple, loose-fitting tank top, a bra that almost matched the color of her fur and a pair of leggings.
“Can we not, please?” Eligh begged, finally removing his massive claws from his face. “I’ve read about that story as a kid. All but one lone survivor of the crew that tried opening the pyramids had died, killed off by some monster parasite or something,” He said, shivering.
Brigid and Callista couldn’t help but look on at the massive beast that sat across from them, eyes covered and slightly trembling. His pectoral muscles extended far beyond the confines of the simple white tank top he wore, his dark barely visible through the thick fur that covered his chest.
“See? A puss.” Brigid said with a smile.
The trio held small, quiet conversations amongst each other as the movie played on, talking about their life in Brickhedge. The coming elections. Eligh’s prospects and the potential he had for maybe moving up higher. Anything that required little thought and could serve as little distractions for the frightened grizzly bear.
To Eligh’s relief, the credits finally began to roll as the bear climbed to his paws and stretched, not even caring that the tight-fitting biker shorts he’d been wearing gave the girls front-row seats to the ass show.
Callista’s tail began to sway at the sight. “Hoo! Are you totally sure you’re gay? Because godDAMN!”
“Trust me,” Brigid said, coming to the defense of her other friend. “He’s gay. The number of times I’ve had to lay awake at night listening to him and his latest boy toy has been far too many.”
Eligh kept quiet as he looped around the living room and headed for the bathroom. Turning lights on the whole way.
“Why the fuck did the ship blow up three times?” Brigid asked, trying to draw the lion’s attention away from the bathroom door. “Also, I learned something from that movie that I wish more beasts would take note of.”
That one got her attention.
“Which was?” the lion asked. “To never explore derelict spaceships or open ancient ruins?”
“That you should always listen to the woman.”
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