The currents of Fate
#2 of Spilt Milk
So, here's the second in the series and the start of the episodes (it's going to alternate between the two main characters). If you're reading this as a stand-alone story ignore everything after the four stars as it's only stuff for the series.
Also sorry about the length this one is pretty verbose but gotta get those plot points in somewhere.
As always, 18+ only contains under-age anthro-blah
Stacy:
‘Come on you slow bloody clock' is all that pounded trough Stacy's head as she stared at it, hoping to manipulate time or at least cause it to explode so it could stop mocking her with it's blank face.
"Maybe if you threatened it's family it'd speed up?" suggested Beth derisively leaning over the her. Beth was Stacy's best mate, after Rob. She was a fox and a year younger; dressed in the school uniform that was designed to deter anything as problematic as promiscuity, ‘cliquing' or fun. It was a stylish little number of a grey pleated skirt (or grey trousers for the guys), with grey socks, a grey shirt and grey jumper with a darker shade of grey for the crest on the breast.
"Shaddup" came the reply that had all the warmth of a corpse. Stacy was in no mood to joke around; she missed Rob. Unable to truly act like his girlfriend in school because they were in different circles and unable to see after because the god-awful amount of homework he had for being a know-all in the higher classes, all she had were her paw and the memories of the previous week when they decided to have sex on Rob's couch. At first they would be worried that they'd be caught out; after snoozing for half an hour, they had to quickly get dressed and start another game to create credibility. Even after that, Stacy was worried about such juvenile stigmas as ‘de-virginised stink' that would alert her parents to what she and Rob did.
All in the clear, Stacy was starting to get the ‘itch' and this time it was worse, knowing what she was missing was causing more problems than not-knowing; it was becoming unbearable at times especially as she heard Rob's moronic rock music blare across to her room making her swell with lust and longing for his companionship. Luckily, this was all going to change, tomorrow being the first Saturday of the month; Stacy's parents were visiting her Aunt and would be staying over. Stacy declined an invitation, claiming she and Beth had set up a shopping-day. She would miss not being able to giggle like a loon with her cousin but knew that time with Rob would be better than anything.
When the bell decided that they'd stewed enough, it rang for a second before being drowned in the raucous cries from the relieved students. It was the end of Friday, no homework for once and the promise of a brilliant, sunny weekend. As they left the classroom, Beth turned to Stacy with a concerned face; "you're really not getting that maths are you?"
"Nope damn it. Why are we learning it anyway? It's not like we're going to need half that stuff" Stacy sighed as she remembered struggling with the problems they were given.
Putting in a comforting arm around her friend, Beth said "well we kinda need it for the test". "Look, I feel that all you need is a little help so I asked Duane to help you kay?"
"Er..." Duane was a maths whiz, he was also a star athlete and lord did he know it. There would be a collapse of the universe if he didn't have a new bimbo cheerleader as arm-candy every other week. Despite this, he was actually quite friendly. She and him got on quite well and joined in with her and Beth's discussions or games or whatever. He was never too ‘holier-than-thou' which was a relief and he always helped younger kids which just added to his popularity.
"I asked him to go to yours on Saturday because your parents're out and won't think you two are dating kay?"
"Er..."
"I'll see you Sunday and see how you two go on kay?"
"Er..."
With that, Beth jogged to catch up with Duane who, for once miraculously, didn't have his arm casually draped around a girl. Stacy stood there still trying to register what happened in the last exchange when she felt somebody's arms wrap around her waist right before she had "what's up stinky butt?" yelled in her ear.
‘Crap, that means me and Rob can't be together Saturday' she thought. Part of her collapsed and she went slightly limp in Rob's arms before turning around, ensnaring Rob's neck with her arms and pulling him into a kiss. "Hey, nothing much, just really want to be out of this place."
Rob smiled, "yeah I know what you mean come on". They started down the road hands held and fingers entwined. All of a sudden, Rob turned his head to her "Stacy, I don't have much homework this weekend do you think we could... I don't know... hang out?"
Her heart melted at his endearing awkwardness and she so wanted to tell Duane to go away and leave the two of them alone on Saturday. Problem was, she was too nice; ‘damn sense of morals' she cursed inwardly. "Rob, I wish we could; I really do but Beth's brother said he'd help me with maths, it's already been set up and I can't just tell him that I'm flaking out on him and on Sunday Beth is going to see how well I did and you know how she won't take no for an answer."
Rob's face broke like a dropped glass. "Yeah, yeah school's really important and stuff" he mumbled, looking at his shoes. It was heart-wrenching to see him so sad.
"There's always next week isn't there?" Stacy bravely offered.
"Yeah", Rob sighed, "next week". Stacy could tell something else was wrong, that face that always betrayed the fact he was hiding something and she wanted to ask what it was, trouble being that she had too much on her own mind to try and work it out.
That Saturday, Stacy dressed in her favourite white butterfly shirt with camo three â€"quarter lengths and a pair of pink ankle socks. Duane came over around one dressed is his sports gear as always. ‘Man, that shirt's tight' Stacy caught herself thinking before blocking it with a vision of Rob. After an hour of maths, the two took a break and decided to talk about the first thing that came into their heads. All of a sudden, Duane pressed his lips against hers. It was only a quick thing, faster than plane.
When he pulled back, he took a deep breath and said "I really like you".
Multiple things went through Stacy's head. ‘Wait!' And ‘what?' Were the foremost while, guiltily, then runners up were ‘Yes!' And ‘I should hope so'.
Duane put his arms out and pulled her into his chest. "All this week I haven't been with any girls because I realised how much I really like you; at first, I thought it was only because you and Beth were so close you were like a sister to me. But no, I like you so much."
Stacy's mind was in overdrive at this point; ‘wow his abs are rock hard, his body's so warm, I'm really starting to get turn... no, wait! Bad body, you're supposed to be Rob's puppet not Duane's you only melt for Rob. On the other hand, this feels really nice and kind of right.' Her longings won over and she returned the embrace and kissed Duane, snaking her tongue into his muzzle.
Kissing Duane wasn't at all like kissing Rob; with Rob, it was like wrestling; Kind of like the games the regularly played. With Duane, it was like sliding their tongues over each other. Very soon Stacy felt herself being pulled in such a way that she was straddling Duane's lap. Already she felt a bulge pressing up from underneath her crotch. Before she could register it, her shirt was pulled off and Duane's paws were expertly peeling off her bra. With it gone, Duane came up for air and grinned sheepishly; "the fox has caught his rabbit" he breathed.
Stacy, too wrapped up to respond, just lent back, exposing her chest further. Duane, needing no other invitations, grabbed each mound in his paws and started squeezing hard. Stacy flung her head back to let the moan burst out of her muzzle. Duane's hands were so skilled in what they were doing; groping, rubbing and tweaking were what they were made to do. It was exhilarating the feeling left her breathless.. It was all she could do just to hold on to his shoulders. After a while, she managed to flop off him and pull him into a kiss which lasted to an eternity to her. Her heart was racing and her lust was rising; her groin was starting to ache with the lack of pressure within her but that was something she was going to fix.
"My room, NOW!" she demanded grabbing his shirt and pulled herself off the couch, dragging him with her. She didn't get anywhere near the hall that lead to her room as she was pushed against the wall.
"Needless delay" was the response breathed into her neck before she felt his muzzle press passionately against it. She didn't know what to do, she was out of her depth. Duane wasn't though, he kept on pressing all her buttons. But despite how good it felt, it was delaying what she wanted right then. She undid the knot of his track pants and sharply pulled them down along with his boxers. But, before she could eye her reward, she was pulled up and her shorts pulled down.
"You're mine now" growled Duane as he hoisted her up and positioned himself at her passage.
"Foxy's caught his bunny" Stacy giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. ‘Did I really just say that?' Maybe she should just give up all self respect and have done with it after that remark. Duane didn't seem to mind as he slid himself inside her, pushing a moan up to her mouth and across her lips. Without the fear of the pain of her first time, Stacy relished the feeling of being intruded upon, like a welcome thief or an invited stowaway. Duane started his rhythmic thrusts at a fast pace, making her slide up and down against the wall in time. His face was buried in her neck making guttural noises in between kisses down her throat.
Stacy's mind raced about the feelings coursing up and down her body; this new feeling sending waves of electricity through her, giving a plethora of sensations that her body needed to vocalise. The feeling wasn't lost on Duane either by the way his growling and panting became more frequent and intense. All of a sudden, a bubbling happened in the pit of her stomach. It spread it's way up and down her spine, the feeling causing her breath to become very short each pant becoming more of a squeak. Duane also started to become frantic and hasty, each thrust becoming rougher and rougher. At a point where both were at a point were neither could breath; they fell back to earth with a squeal and a growl. Mingled juices ran down Duane's leg as tongues clashed one last time.
After getting dressed and cleaning any wet patches on the carpet, Duane turned to Stacy and said "that was great, maybe we should do this again?"
"Yeah sure maybe just less maths next time kay?"
"Sure hon, whatever you want." With this, he left her standing in the door, both smilling at themselves and what just transpired. ‘I wonder what Rob's doing right now' was the first thought that came to her as she sat back down on her couch. When the reality of what she really just did hit her, she lay down on her back and cried.
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Rob:
That night, Rob was listening to Pearl Jam and reading one of his favourite books again for the fiftieth time when his mother came into the room and announced Stacy was outside and wanted to talk to her. ‘Here we go' he thought as he walked out to his front garden wall looking rather upset. He sat beside her only to have her throw herself at him. "Rob, I'm so so so so so so sorry" she said despairingly.
"Why, what's up?" He thought, his heart racing, ‘too many things at once' he mused bitterly.
"Well, when Duane was over, I dunno, He was there, and he's hot, and I missed you, and I wanted to be with you and..."
"Whoa, ok start from the beginning and relax, it can't be that bad can it?" He offered hopefully although the response he expected wasn't the one he received.
Stacy began to cry in earnest "we... We did it Rob, I CHEATED on you!"
"Oh" and that's all he could say, nothing else. That oblivious pit that just sucked in his heart sucked away all his words as well. "Um... well maybe it's for the better..?" He said.
"Wha'? What?! Rob how can you say that, I just texted Beth telling her that I wanted to spend tomorrow with you and THAT'S what you have to say?!"
"Stace", He began pushing her back so he could look her in those tear-soaked eyes, "I'm moving... Away... To another town that's pretty far from here. Truth is, I didn't have any homework for most of this week because I didn't need to do it. I just wanted to avoid this conversation for as long as possible. I'm moving tomorrow, I'm going my mom told me I had to move school and everything on Wednesday. I'm sorry, I wish it could be different but... I guess this is it for us... We'll always be best mates though won't we?"
"Yes, and even though I'm a stupid whore, I'll always love you Rob... Always." Rob pulled her back into his arms, not saying anything but not needing to either. He was scared, that's why he didn't hate Stacy, he was going somewhere new and he wanted to always have his best friend and first love. Just for someone to talk to. But he savoured this moment; as far as tomorrow was concerned, it was another year away right then.