Eligh ran his massive claw through his greased-back hair, the same auburn color as his beard and mustache combo. The gigantic grizzly wouldn’t have looked out of place in a red plaid shirt, serving up coffee in a trendy cafe somewhere.
What did look out of place, however, was the stuffy suit and tie he had crammed his mighty muscular form into. His expansive chest and ultra-wide shoulders made him look more like a caricature of a politician than an actual politically minded beast.
“Brigs, I appreciate the thoughtfulness, but if you ever need to…” he swallowed the next word that had perched itself on his tongue. ‘If you ever need to F somebeast up, then please do so, and don’t take me into your calculations.”
The fox, he could tell, wanted to laugh. It was a well-established fact that Eligh, the big seven-foot-tall grizzly bear, did not swear. And even though the two had been living together for close to a decade now, he had thus far resisted the influence of his little roommate’s more abrasive tendencies.
Brigid splayed herself across the middle of the well-worn couch. Head on a pillow between the first two cushions, one leg on the couch arm and the other dangling over the side. She’d tossed her plaid shirt onto the kitchen table as soon as she had entered the apartment, then promptly flopped down onto the couch in nothing but her sports bra and favorite pair of black pants.
“For real, Brigs, I appreciate you considering my career here, but you have to take care of yourself in your own way. It’s not like you to just run away like that.”
“I didn’t -just- run away.” She said matter of factly. “I also told him to fuck off.”
“Did you really?”
The fox was silent for just a second too long.
“Brigs, come on. This isn’t like you… You’re also wearing quite a bit less clothing than you normally do. What gives? Is the mountain air getting to you?”
The simple matter of fact was that Brigid was known for wrecking anyone who had come on too strong. The ones that dared touch her ended up even worse, saved by the sole fact that Dispel fields had become customary for major metropolitan areas. Brigid was well attuned with magic arts and had no qualms in using them when possible.
Eligh took to his massive paws, attached to massive trunk-like plantigrade legs. Towering high above the lounging fox as she eyed him down while he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well-defined chest beneath, a white crest of fur amid a sea of dirty blond that covered the other ninety-nine percent of his body.
She wolf-whistled him, knowing that it made him feel uncomfortable. “Now the pants!”
He growled, ignoring her as he loosened the tie around his neck. “You’re really going to do that after what you experienced today? Plus, you didn’t answer my question.”
“I know that.”
He stopped at his bedroom door, the frame oddly littered with claw marks. “And are you going to?”
She shrugged, watching him as he stripped his shirt off at last before disappearing into his bedroom, shutting the door gently behind him, the sight of his equally muscular back the last thing she saw.
He stepped up to the L-shaped computer desk where he did all of his work, several bottles of medication sitting near the wall along with a pill case and notepad. A steady routine of antidepressants and anti-anxiety medications had been the way of life for the bear ever since his late teen years, just as he started developing an interest in politics. Something that Brigid had attempted to draw a connection to, much to his denial.
With a great mind riddled with sometimes crippling anxiety and chronic depression, he’d been just another statistic in this country’s greater mental health problem, but unlike some, he’d been able to weather the storm and still wedge his way into the local political scene, becoming an intern at the governor’s office back in Colorado. Without going into the long tapestry that would be the events to follow, the connections he had formed there would net him a job in Brickhedge a decade later as the town’s planner.
The warm spring sunshine beamed in through the bear’s window, capturing his majestic form in its rays as he plopped down on the corner of his bed, stripping off his pants and tossing them to the side. Today had been his first formal meeting with the mayor of Brickhedge, and as nervous as he had been during it, he felt equal measures of accomplishment now.
Taking up a job that had him constantly interacting with, talking to, and even arguing with other powerful beasts had been the last career choice one would have expected such a timid, gentle beast, and while the title of town planner hadn’t been his first choice, but it was a paw in the door of the bigger room.
His roommate knew that if his door were shut, he’d be off limits until further notice, so taking the opportunity, he splayed himself out across his twin-sized bed. Wearing nothing now but a pair of underwear that hugged his ass and created an instantly discernible outline of his penis as it pressed uncomfortably against his leg. Something that felt far worse whenever he’d get a freak erection through the fog his medications had created.
Wanting desperately to destroy the sense of dread that he’d developed, Eligh closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift towards lighter subjects while the Xanax bar he just popped got to work.
Regrettably, his first thoughts drifted towards the outbursts he had been victim to by his family years ago after being built up by the very same fox that silently stalked the apartment for which he shared. She had managed to talk him up enough to come out of the closet to his family. An act that would turn into months of ridicule, shaming, and talks of disowning.
One would be remiss to think that this was where the bear’s mental problems began, but alas, that goes far deeper and is a subject for another day.
The headboard on his bed had many claw marks similar to the door frame, which this side also sported. One interaction with Eligh and a beast’s immediate takeaway wouldn’t be that he was this overly confident, impossibly handsome, muscular beast of a grizzly bear but that of a timid and incredibly shy cub. Even his voice, which was deep and gravelly, had betrayed his appearance.
He had no issues picking up dates; however, even if the vast majority of them were kept to strict one-night stands, the results were present everywhere the bear’s lovemaking sessions had commenced.
Brigid, who had acted as his wingmate on several occasions by weeding out any female that had approached the bear while scoping out potential bedfellows, was the total opposite in her endeavors for love. Where she was withdrawn and looking for ‘the one’, even going as far as hiding her special features more often than not from “the undeserving”, Eligh was a total slut and would sleep with just about any male that could talk him up.
He could really use a good pounding right now, thinking to himself as he turned over to his side, allowing the sun’s rays to warm the fur on his back. The cradling sensation by the big star had its desired effect as he began to feel himself drift toward sleep. A nap would undoubtedly do him some good. Thinking coherently just wasn’t possible in his current riled-up state of mind.
Darkness soon overtook him, and the world drifted away…
Until it came right back to him.
He was back in the mayor’s office, fully dressed in his business suit once again. The clydesdale sitting across from him at his desk as he sorted through the paperwork he’d provided the horse upon entering the office this morning, sending Brigid on her way with some coffee and a muffin.
“Well, I do say, for such a young cub, you have a rather lengthy resume here. Not that a lack thereof would have changed the matter of fact, mind you,” the horse said with a smile, sounding like an old cartoon character. “I think Brickhedge will do just fine with you helping to maintain it. The locals might not like to acknowledge the fact, but we’ve stagnated in recent… decades.” The horse recompiled the bear’s documentation and handed it back.
The noisy old fax machine in the corner of the mayor’s office chugged to life, taking a ludicrously long time to spit out a single piece of paper. The once white and grey plastic now sporting a yellowed appearance.
Looking around the town hall as a whole revealed a lot of outdated technology, giving the bear the sense that it wasn’t just the townsfolk that was content in being stuck in their ways. For god's sake, the receptionist was still using a typewriter!
“Ah yes, the governor is requesting my presence this coming week.” The horse said looking over the fax, ink laid so thick that it bled in some places across the paper.
Once he took up a seat in the building this coming week, he’d try and rally for some more modern updates around the office, starting with the busted air conditioning and receptionist desk.
“…ligh!”
“Hm, did you say something, mayor?” Eligh questioned, but the horse had not heard him.
“Eligh…”
The bright morning light outside the windows quickly faded to black, becoming empty voids that trumped even the darkest of moonless nights.
“Eligh, would you wake the fuck up? It’s been hours!”
The bear’s entire reality snapped to complete and total darkness, the feeling of nothing suddenly being replaced by the cushiony mattress below him, the feeling of two soft hands pressing heavily against his chest and something heavier against his dick.
Opening his eyes, the first image to greet his bleary, waking vision was the small expanse of the fox’s cleavage, two sizeable breasts held firmly within a stylish black sports bra. The white fur that ran down the center was sandwiched like a cookie cream between fields of lavender on either side.
“Will you wake the fuck up already? I’m hungry!” the angry little fox yelled, grinding her pelvis against his crotch, knowing the reaction it’d elicit from the giant bear.
With a startle, the bear grabbed the fox by her arms and literally tossed her across the room, sending her crashing against the bedroom door, where she lay crumpled in a laughing fit near the point of tears.
Eligh, realizing that he’d just tossed his best friend across the room like she was an empty bag of chips, quickly climbed to his paws and scrambled over to her. “Brigid, I am so sorry! Are you hurt? Oh god, I didn’t mean—“
The fox could do nothing but raise a hand, exposing the soft pink pads that lined her hand, laughing so hard that tears had finally formed in the corners of her eyes. “That was so fucking funny. The look in your eyes was priceless,” she laughed, turning into a raspy cough as she tried to do three things at once, all requiring her mouth and throat. “You’ve thrown me farther before, though; I barely touch the door this time.”
“You’re not hurt, are you?” Eligh asked once more, patting his little fox friend with his huge hand. “How many times have I told you not to wake me up like that? You know I have that knee-jerk reaction.”
Brigid finally climbed to her paws, brushing herself off and readjusting her bra. “Think I landed on a tit though, ouch.” She groped and readjusted herself. “Sensitive as shit, these are.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Said Eligh as he quickly made for his dresser, removing a pair of cargo shorts and slipping them on.
“Aww, show over?”
“Would you mind explaining something to me, Brigs?” His voice contained a rare tinge of sternness
“Sure thing, big guy.” She said, leaning against the door frame.
“How is it that a beast such as yourself with such a protective nature over her own body, to the point that wearing a sports bra seems borderline nudity in your eyes, can be so blatantly disrespectful to others’ own privacy?”
“Oh that’s an easy one,” she said, not even taking a second to think it over. “It’s because it’s you.”
“And what does that mean, exactly?” Eligh’s voice muffled by the heavy grey hoodie he slipped.
“You’re like the gayest beast I have ever seen. You turn your eyes away from nudity in movies if it doesn’t involve other males. That, combined with the fact that I love to antagonize my friends, should tell you all you need to know.”
The fox wasn’t wrong. Eligh would shy away from a pair of breasts as an alt-right conservative might jump away from the sight of another male’s penis. He was aware his reaction was far too extreme, but it wasn’t something he could simply control.
Not wanting to take the discussion any further than it needed, not that it’d matter. Brigid was who she was, and he wouldn’t try and change her for the world. He admitted defeat, tossing both hands up.
“All right then, where do you want to go eat?”
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