Last Tail :: Episode 47: Shower Scene

 The rainy, windy conditions had not only persisted the rest of the day but intensified as well. Residents of Brickhedge were urged to batten down the hatches for the coming storm as the state was placed under Emergency status.

“That’s right, ladies, gents, and everybeast in-between. The governor has just declared a statewide State of Emergency, with the low-lying areas already facing flash flooding and power outages from downed power lines!” Said the voice, as energetic and well-spoken as it was first thing in the morning. 

No beast could claim to know just who exactly the meteorologist was but was one hundred percent certain that they’d been putting on a voice every time they were on the air. Hearing that particular voice so late in the day was even more unusual than when they had chimed in the other day about the snow.

“While we here in Brickhedge are well above any sort of flooding, I must advise that nobeast go outside unless necessary, for we can and, in all likelihood, will experience outages ourselves when trees start coming down!” 

Callista couldn’t remember the last time she listened to an actual radio station so much. Ever since the digital age came into adulthood and streaming services became a thing, all she ever needed was Spotify. Nowadays, however, she constantly finds herself tuning into the digital stream of a local radio station. Leif, the sole male nurse at her practice, had turned her on to it, citing the weather forecasts as the best there are while simultaneously praising how they handle their playlists.

Before hopping into the shower, she had synced her phone up to a bluetooth speaker in the middle of their weekly ‘Y2K Block’, where music from years 1998 through 2001 was played back to back for an hour, taking her back to her early teens. It had been her absolute favorite block outside of the nightly Top Ten Countdown, an interactive show where the listener could vote on their favorite new songs throughout the day.

The Goo Goo Dolls were just about to hit the second chorus in ‘Broadway’ when that all too charismatic voice cut in with yet another special announcement.

She’d listened to his words but found herself focusing more on his voice instead. Whoever could this beast be, she wondered. Was he a patient of hers? His voice sounded older, for sure, but in a dignified and proper way. He was probably a really hot DILF, she’d decided, until further confirmation came along.

She worked up a thick lather of the very expensive shampoo into her green hair, allowing the suds to drip onto her body and slip between her breasts.

Grabbing the equally expensive bottle of fur & body wash from the same shower side shelf, the lion expressed a copious amount onto her black hand loofa, working it well with her hands as the pile of hair and shampoo fell from the top of her head onto her back.

A lion’s fur was thick and plentiful, unlike the general canid fur, which could easily see a body wash worked into by hand. Hers, in particular, was longer than an average puma, thanks to the extra biotin she took daily, so extra care and effort went into maintaining the luxurious shine and bounce that complimented her beauty.

Bending over and starting with her paws, she worked the suds between each toe, careful not to cut herself on her claws as she massaged each paw pad separately. There would be no helping how dry and cracked the pink bulbs of flesh could get. Moving on, she ran her hands up her leg, past the first joint, then to her knees, and finally stopped at her thigh. She repeated the motion on the other leg, each hand going in a different direction as they worked and carried suds into her fur.

Benefiting nobeast but herself, she lathered up some more suds and began to caress her breasts, working it into the shorter but just as dense fur that covered her midsection. Once satisfied with the amount, she dropped the loofa and began working on each breast separately, her breathing growing heavier each time she’d brush one of her thick, pale blue nipples as the thin layer of fur that generally concealed them had been brushed away. 

When she’d felt satisfied with one, she moved on to the other and repeated the actions until the fur on each breast stuck out in every direction, heavy with body wash. Her tail would be the next body part to go through the motions.

The lioness’ apartment building was, on good days, a fifteen-minute walk from the office. Sitting at the corner of Main and Tomato Street, Brickhedge Medical could be seen from the balcony of the two-story apartment complex that Callista had moved into the previous spring. The majority of the building had been empty, built in the late 80s when the town supposedly had a short burst of interest in expanding its presence and attracting more residents in hopes of improving the local economy. 

The actual campaign never took off, falling flat on the floor of the town hall. The series of apartments had been finished, leaving a huge hole in the town’s already small funds pool.

Callista’s room stood on the northern face of the building, with a balcony overlooking Main Street in the distance and the huge hill that loomed over the town. It also gave her a clear view of the woods that outlined the town’s perimeter.

The intensity of the storm had yet to hit its apex, but with winds gusting at close to fifty miles per hour now, the sea of evergreens and oaks that made up the forest behind the building was swaying heavily, some even crashing down onto one another and creating a domino effect. No property damage… yet.

Amid the swaying sea of trees, there were those that moved in a way that denied the direction of the howling winds. Almost as if something was physically pushing them forward…

The lion was just replacing the detachable shower head as the whole room violently began to shake, the vibration knocking bottles from her shelves, as well as the sound of dishes breaking from the kitchen. Pausing for a second beneath the constant stream of warmed water, the lioness focused her hearing on the outside, trying to discern the source of the shaking. 

Thump! The whole building shook this time, even worse than before. Now, the voices of other tenants could be heard.

Quickly wrapping her thick, soapy tail around her body, she rinsed herself off as fast as she could.

Thump!

Wrapping a towel around her body, she dashed out of the bathroom and into the otherwise studio apartment-styled room. Dripping wet, she made a beeline for the clothes she had lazily discarded onto the couch as she stripped down for her shower. 

Lightning flashed outside the big sliding glass doors just as a frantic knock came to her front door. What she saw in what little illumination her ceiling light gave off was a horrifying, heavy-browed face with two big brown eyes set deep within a flat-faced skull.

The big cat’s eyes went wide as the face moved closer, pressing its sore-covered face against the door, destroying the balcony as it moved inward. Its big brown eye focused on her nearly naked form.

Striking her arm outwards, blue and white sparks mingled with a ribbon of dancing flames that trailed from the tips of her claws as it completed its trajectory. What came next had been an eye-rupturing experience for the massive monster.

A fireball coalesced in the palm of her hand faster than the blink of an eye, striking outward like a meteorite as it shot straight through her apartment, impacting the thick glass door half a second later in an outward explosion of shards that had been immediately proceeded by a deep, guttural growl of the monster as it jerked its head back. Its eye had exploded and splattered a fowl-smelling jelly across the lion’s balcony.

The propulsion of the fireball had created enough force behind it that it had blown the towel right off the soaking wet lion. She watched as the giant monster stepped away from the building, disappearing into the darkness and then the trees beyond, oblivious to her nudeness.

What she had also failed to notice was that seconds before, the door to her apartment exploded inward as a group of beasts spilled in, half with visions of playing hero dancing in their head, the other half just wanting to see the monster at a better angle.

They’d all had their cameras out and filming.

What they got was, defying all expectations, the view of the only doctor in town standing naked, smoke billowing off her hand as if it were a chimney stack. Her breathing was labored but stable. The gaggle of gawking onlookers could barely meek out a single syllable before Callista turned to them, gesturing to the towel that had lodged itself on the coat rack beside the door. 

One of the speechless beasts reached for it, then held it out for her as she sauntered up to the awe-struck avian, some pieces of clothing bundled in the crook of her arm. She looked at them and said, “We have a troll.” Before disappearing into the bathroom.