Mobian Daylife #9: Return to Riverside

 Lanolin’s motorcycle screamed through the city, cutting tight corners around intersections as she headed south, leaving behind a steady stream of thick magenta Wisp energy in her wake.
Using more environmental friendly means of transport had steadily become the way of life all across Mobius in recent years, but the greatest advancements had once again, with the advent of the Wisp and the secrets to unlocking their energy.
Weapons using the Wisp had come about first, dubbed Wispons. They forever changed the way battles were fought on Mobius. The alien’s assistance didn’t come without trust, and though they could technically be captured in their corporeal state, they didn’t go willingly. Something that had always put them in favor of the good guys.

The sheep put the pedal to the metal as she hit the open highway, clearing the city limits with a burst of extra energy from Maggie that fanned out in a quickly dissipating purple shockwave!
Lanolin felt the tightness around her waist suddenly grow stronger, her riding partner likely having nearly fallen off as she floored it without warning him beforehand.
“You all right back there, wolf?” She yelled over the roar of the wind. “Didn’t scare ya, did I?”
Laik released his grip around her waist, much to her dismay. “Oh, no way, ya know I was just thinking about how awesome it would have been to return to Riverside with road rash and all that,” he looked over his shoulder at the big rig that barreled down the highway behind them. “Or, you know, end up as roadkill.”
She shivered as she felt him bury his muzzle back into her wooly ponytail. 

The scenery blazed by, with countryside populated by the occasional farmhouse, barn or small neighborhood quickly transitioning into open land dotted with trees, hills and boulders as the city receded into the horizon.
Laik had agreed to return to Lanolin’s hometown in order to apologize to the residents for that week-long horror film he had put them through as he honed his new moon-based transformation, or mutation, or whatever it is.
She insisted he drive with her, and he agreed without much arm-twisting. 
He had, however, expected a car, and not sitting on the back of a Wisp-powered motorcycle, with only a thin piece of plastic between his head and the pavement at a hundred miles per hour.
“This thing goes faster than I can run!” He yelled through her wool.
Lanolin’s eyes rolled inside her driving goggles. “No duh, you think?” The sheep eased on the brake, signaling to the driver behind her that she was turning off to the shoulder as the bike’s roar was silenced.

The traffic that had somehow amassed behind her, despite pushing a hundred miles per hour, blew by. A bunch of Mobians living out their need for speed, because sometimes running just wasn’t enough.
If half of these people could run as fast as Sonic, they’d never use their vehicles outside of work, she figured.
“Why’d we stop?” Laik asked, sliding off the back of the bike and stretching his back, his spine popping in multiple places as he pushed in on it.
“Because you were choking the life out of me, that’s why. What was the deal with that?” Why was she bellyaching over the fact as well? She liked it. She liked the wolf being close… touching her.
She’d not admit to anyone but herself, but this trip wasn’t just to clear the air for the residents of her hometown, but for her to finally confess things to Laik… or at the very least find out what his feelings were, if any. She wasn’t going to deal with the excruciating pain of waiting out another one of his offworld excursions.
Especially now with Renfri in the picture. Freaking maned wolf.

“Why?” He asked metaphorically, “Because if I fell off suddenly, I wasn’t surviving getting run over by that big rig. Let alone every vehicle that trailed it.” 
The sheep rolled her eyes as she leaned against her bike while Laik stretched. He couldn’t help but grab the occasional glance at the sheep: Dressed in a faux leather vest with large pockets over each boob. If she had a bra, it was well hidden because the peach-colored flesh that matched her muzzle was perfectly visible on her chest, creating a lovely track of cleavage that ended in a tuft of wool on her collarbone.
“I call shenanigans. You know as well as I do that only physical contact with other Mobians can cancel out the gravitonic aura. You’d get beat up and tossed under a tire or twelve, but you’d walk away.” She chided him, her tone staying playful and lighthearted, something Laik deeply appreciated; Not just because getting yelled at all the time wasn’t any fun, but because it was another side of Lanolin that seldom had a chance to come out.
When she turned away to rummage through her bike’s sidepack, Laik’s eyes drifted once again to the sheep’s casual wear: this time her blue denim pants, which hugged her buttocks almost too perfectly. The view was immaculate, but…

He better be taking this in, she thought to herself, wagging her little wooly tail in a further bid for attention. Ain’t no way the wolf is this dense.
“Here,” she finally turned, trying to breath in her too-tight pants. She hated denim with all her being; Too restrictive, rigid. What she liked, though, and that was all she liked about it, was how good it made her butt look.
“Wha’cha got? Oh!” the wolf asked, snatching the flying apple from the air. “Golden delicious. My favorite. How did you know?” He said, biting into the crunchy apple, perfectly ripe on this early October day.
She bit into her apple, the abundant juices overflowing against the pressure of her teeth as they punctured its flesh, causing the sticky-sweet fluid to drip from the corner of her mouth, straight into her cleavage.
She closed her eyes against the bite, pushing back the frustration. She dressed like this on purpose, but here she was constantly berating herself for it and wanting to blame Laik… who had not witnessed the embarrassing display.
“What the heck does that farm feed these apples?” She said to no one but herself through a mouth of chewed apple flesh, “So much juice; Like a freaking tomato.”
But Laik hadn’t looked. His focus elsewhere, looking out over the horizon, toward Riverside. The moon was just coming up over the mountains now, and she wondered if that meant something for the wolf and… whatever that thing is he turns into.

“I hadn’t intended on scaring the whole town like that, Lanolin,” Laik said, after swallowing another big bite of apple. “Heck, I only scared the first guy because he happened across me while I was exercising it that first night.”
She held up a hand. “Hold up. You were ‘exercising it’?”
“Well, yeah. It’s me, but at the same time it isn’t. Look, there’s a lot I still don’t understand about it, but the gist of it is it’s a being that’s tethered to me via moon energy, and the more moonlight I’ve absorbed, the stronger that tether is, resulting in tighter control over what it does.” Another line of vehicles roared past, headed to who knows where.
Lanolin remained silent as she processed the new info. He hadn’t reported any of this yet, which ignited a flicker of distrust in her. Just a small flame, but a flame just the same.
“So, if I am following you, then if you transform into this thing two days in a row,” The sheep crossed her arms under her boobs, propping them up and causing one to bulge out of the top of her vest. “It would be akin to letting a monster loose, and all you could do is watch. No multiple discharges…” 
Laik pursed his lips as the sheep pondered aloud this new info. Trying his best not to laugh at her last remark, he finally cracked, letting loose a snort-like laugh.
The sheep’s pretty blue eyes turned up, an eyebrow cocked. “What are you laughing— Oh, oh no.” She let loose her own bout of laughter, which caused Laik to finally cave and join in the laughter with her.
“Phrasing, Lanni! Phrasing.” He said through the laughter.

The moon had quickly moved into the sky, ushering in the chilly night air of autumn and the dark, but star-filled night sky. 
Riverside was just a few short minutes away now as the moors around it glowed with moonlight. Lanolin took quick glances to her left and right, wondering now what else gave off energies that the world was unaware of. Wisp, moonlight, emerald and even phantom energy. The latter of which were modifiers as they’d discovered, distorting Wisps and corrupting them. 
And then there’s whatever it did to Laik and that monstrous were-form of his. The Phantom Ruby had done far more damage to the wolf and the world as a whole than anyone could currently quantify.
There’d be no fixing every problem, not tonight at least. Tonight, she’d focus on easing the fears of the people from Riverside, from her hometown.
Laik had pulled himself closer to the sheep, his cold arms having wrapped around her entirely. At least her exposed midriff was no longer getting bombarded by chilled air, but the pants had already made breathing difficult; the extra pressure from Laik’s grip wasn’t helping even if it did make her feel tingly.
“Oh no…” Lanolin growled to herself as Riverside came into clear view, and the realization that the lights in her family’s home were on.
“Laik, eyes up. Mother’s home.” She said, drawing the wolf’s attention from the moors to the building that grew in stature before him as they approached it.
“…mother?”