Beatrix and Indie - A commission for Indie
Disclaimer: Kay kiddos, turn away now, 'cause this story is not for you! Seriously! Go! *Sighs* Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you!
Real Disclaimer: Do not view this story if you are under the age of 18 as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Indie Reginal Alighieri and Beatrix Delacourt are ©Indielwl and are used with his permission.
This is a commission story for Indielwl in exchange for his sketch of Frieda. Enjoy everyone.
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"Indie Reginal Alighieri... Indie Reginal Alighieri..." Indie repeated the name over and over. "Fuck..." He swore. "What the hell was wrong with my parents?" He sighed, done musing over the origins of his name. He shoved his books in his pack, heading to physiology class. He laughed as he remembered last year, Beatrix Delacourt had taken a scalpel and accidently sliced her arm open with it. "Crazy Fennec..." He chuckled. "Can't believe I used to date that crazy chick." There was no doubt that Beatrix was in fact, insane. Apart from her antics with that scalpel she also licked knives and often was very obsessive. For weeks she had drawn pictures of him and her together, sometimes in positions best not mentioned in mixed company. He shook his head. "Never doing that again." He struggled to fit his last book in his pack and suddenly a couple tickets fell out. He picked them up as he remembered Friday night. His girlfriend had totally dumped him. He was about to give her one of these tickets to the Rüt of All Evil concert,but as he walked into her room, she was lying on the bed, getting railed by some random guy. He crumpled up the tickets and shoved them in his pocket angrily. "Stupid bitch, doesn't anyone care about more than yiff?" He sighed and tromped off across the campus angrily.
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Beatrix pulled on her pants while hopping on one leg. She smashed the alarm angrily. "You should have been louder damn it!" She growled as she pulled on her clothes that were strewn throughout the room. She at least had the distinction of having the most unique wardrobe. She owned a clothing shop and she made her own designs, some getting some major cred in the fashion industry. Still, her brilliance was often overshadowed by her eccentricity. She grabbed a pot of coffee, gulping it down like there was no tomorrow; Setting it down roughly, causing a loud crash to echo through the dorm, she grabbed her shirt, pulling it on with a grunt. Suddenly she yelped. "Ow, what the fuck?" She pulled a pin out of the shirt, forgetting that she sewed it just last night. "God damn it!" She tossed the pin into the garbage as her arm bled a little. She found another one and stuck it in her mouth, licking the end of it absentmindedly. She checked her arm. "Eh... not so bad..." She crammed her book in her pack and ran outside, not wanting to be late for her first class.
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Indie walked silently to his first class stopping occasionally to enjoy the spring weather. The campus was beautiful, with blooming apple blossoms adorning the path. Only the rich went to this university; fortunately for him his parents had a lot of money. He finally reached the pavilion that Physiology was in. He took a deep breath, not quite excited to smell formalin this early in the morning. Suddenly he was shoved to the side as Beatrix barreled by him. "Move it Indie! I'm gonna be late!"
Indie sighed. "Beatrix, you're 10 minutes early!" She didn't stop though, so he shrugged and entered. He took his seat near the bottom row. Beatrix was already seated, much to his dismay, right next to his usual seat. Not wanting to move from his usual spot and upset all the other students he sat next to her with a sigh. The professer entered and looked at the two of them.
"Ah! Miss Delacourt, Mr. Alighieri, good morning." He sat down at his desk, sipping a little coffee and waiting for the others to arrive. Beatrix took out a pencil and some paper and began drawing. Indie didn't even have to think to know what it was going to be. He was surprised to see clothing designs on the paper, with little Japanese notes scribbled in the margin. Indie sighed under his breath. "Of course... Once an otaku..." Beatrix didn't seem to notice though as she scribbled kanji next to a sleeve. She held her drawing sideways and looked at it closely, before sighing and crumpling it up, tossing it into a wastebin near the professer's desk. He looked up briefly and boredly went back to the newspaper. She started scribbling another design and looked up at it. She nodded approvingly and stuck it back in her pack. She glanced over at Indie. "Oh hey Indie, what's up?"
Indie sighed and pulled out some paper for notetaking, "A little late, don't you think?"
Beatrix smiled and chewed on the pin she had in her mouth absentmindedly. "I was distracted."
Indie looked away. "You're not distracted, you're insane."
Beatrix frowned. "Indie... you don't have to be like that. I'm just a little eccentric..."
Indie scoffed. "If you are 'little' eccentric then Freddie Mercury was a 'little' gay."
Beatrix looked away sadly, going back to drawing pics of her and Indie together.
The whole class was nearly assembled now, and the professor got up. "Good Morning students! Today we will be disecting a fetal pig, he looked over to Beatrix. "And Miss Delacourt, please refrain from injuring yourself this time." Some of the students giggled.
Beatrix hung her head. "Yes sir."
The professor gasped a little. "Are you... chewing on a pin?"
Beatrix spat the pin out and looked at it. "Huh... guess I was."
The professor sighed. "Remind me to get you some safety scissors." He said. The other students laughed as Beatrix shrank into her chair. Indie couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the girl. She cried a little, trying to hide her tears. Indie put a paw on her back and she smiled a little. She leaned over and smiled. "I'll blow you right here."
Indie gulped. "Jesus girl... you're not making a good name for yourself."
She grinned. "Is that a yes?"
Indie pushed her away. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any freakier."
She stuck out her tongue and turned away, obviously hurt. Groups were assigned to check out each of the pig's systems, we were assigned the respiratory system. Beatrix took the scalpel (Indie wondered why she was allowed anywhere near knives, but kept the comment to himself) and cut the skin of the pig with a flourish, using the scissors to cut through the muscle. She worked diligently, sketching out notes in English. ("Stupid Professor should learn Japanese..." She said under her breath.) Beatrix lifted up some organs and looked confused. "Um... Indie? Do you see the diaphragm?"
Indie nodded. "Yeah, it's there... and there... and... there... God you mangled it up when you were cutting it open."
Beatrix shrugged. "Not my fault, muscle is tough."
Indie sighed. "Maybe if you cut more over the ribcage, not the stomach."
Beatrix ignored him. "Well anyway, let's get an inner lung sample." She cut a lung open and Indie coughed as he got a big whiff of Formalin.
"Aw... god! Blech!"
Beatrix grinned. "Pansy."
"Nah I just got a big ass breeze of preservative, that's all."
She still smiled. "You're still a pansy." She leaned down and took a huge sniff of the Formalin. "Mmm... smells good."
Indie retched. "Ugh! That's just wrong..." He shook his head to clear the image and ripped the scalpel from Beatrix's hand, peeling a thin layer of lung off and putting it on a slide. "Ok, let's go look at this." He put the slide in a microscope and looked at an alveolus. Beatrix scooted next to him and went to take a look at it, sketching it in her notes. After a bit of clean up, they were done. Indie silently tromped off, going to his main class, Radio Studies. He aspired to run a Radio station one day and he was in charge of the campus radio. Beatrix, meanwhile, didn't have any classes at the moment and went back to her dorm. Indie silently walked to the station room, drinking a Monster as he went. Indie, like Beatrix, had a real vice for caffeine. He drank obsessive amounts of it, he was trying to get less of it in, but he was always so tired if he didn't drink it. He was secretly happy it was just caffeine, not cigarettes or alcohol like some other students. He got to the station and put on his mic, trying to muster enough energy to perform his normal DJing duties. He sucked in his breath and walked into the studio, where his friend Shiro was waiting.
"Yo, Inderz! What's up?"
Indie cracked his neck. "Nuttin' much, let's get started eh?" He took his normal seat, picking up one of his many CD's from Collage bands, several of them from the collage he was attending. He eyed one, marked "2nd rotation" Followed by several random numbers in a row. He knew this was the tracks played so far in this rotation, he noticed that 7 wasn't up yet, so he decided to play this one next. He popped the CD in and fiddled with the controls. He heard a small beep, which signaled he was up. He took a breath and started speaking. "Morning Fellow students! This is Inderz, and you're listening too WKRP, 93.7! Your local favorites on the campus and for 2 miles outside!" He popped on the second track, adjusting the volume to barely audible as he was talking. "This is our local Christian Rock band Crossfade, enjoy." He pushed the volume back up and took off his mic. The "On Air" light went out and he got up.
The teacher got up and entered. "Great Job indie, keep doing that and you'll go far."
Indie nodded. "No prob, what should I play next?"
"I've got several CD's lined up right now, just arrange them how it feels right, set up 3 on continuous play and then pause for another Ad lib. 4 more and then we've got club announcements and an Interview with a guest speaker."
Indie nodded and arranged the playlist as the song played. "Kay then. Hey Shiro, gimme a coffee!"
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Beatrix sighed as she walked towards her dorm. She missed indie so much, but she had just creeped him out so much, it was impossible to get together with him, he knew her personality too well. She went to open the door for the dorms, but found it was locked. "What the?"She looked up at a sign on the door. "Closed for extermination, please make other housing arrangements for tonight."
She swore. "What the fuck? Can't they ever tell anyone these things?" She sighed and stormed off towards the radio station.
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Indie sighed as he pulled out the CD, pushing in another. "This is Inderz from 93.7, keep listening 'cause we've got- Beatrix?!"
Beatrix pushed the teacher out of the way and pushed the door to the studio open. "Indie! I need a place to stay!"
Indie blinked. "Uh... This is Inderz, um... this is a cover of The Rüt of All Evil's 'Pain' by Baby and the Cribs."
The light went out and Indie grabbed Beatrix. "You just RUINED an ad lIB: "
Beatrix blinked. "A what?"
Indie sighed. "Nevermind, what the hell do you want?!"
Beatrix smiled, completely oblivious to Indie's troubles. "Er... I needed a place to stay, the dorm's been locked for 'Extermination'. Of course they never tell me any of this."
Indie pushed Beatrix back. "You moron! They've been telling all the school for weeks!" He pulled a piece of paper out of his binder that said 'Dormitories 3+5 are being treated for the growing spider problem on April 3rd. It is necessary for students to make other arrangements during this time.'
She looked at the letter. "Oh... Must have missed that."
Indie was quickly losing patience with this girl. When was she going to learn that he wasn't interested?! He sighed. "Of course, you never remember anything important."
Beatrix pinned her long ears back, obviously embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry Indie... I don't mean to act out so much..." A tear formed in her sparkling violet eye, running down her creamy fur. "I guess I can sleep outside tonight."
Indie started to yield a bit to the guilt trip. "Y-you don't have anywhere else to stay?" Beatrix shook her head. He sighed lightly and put a paw on his shoulder. "You can stay with me tonight if you want Beatrix."
She looked up, her eyes sparkling in the light. "You mean it?!" Indie nodded and she squealed, giving him a hug.
Indie couldn't understand why he did what he did next, perhaps it was lonelyness, perhaps it was spite for his cheating girlfriend, but either way, he grabbed Beatrix, who let out a soft gasp, and planted his lips on hers.
Beatrix let out a surprised yelp but slowly closed her eyes and moaned, running her paws gently over his back. Indie stuck in his tongue before he realized what was happening and wrestled gently with hers. For close to a minute they were locked in this tender embrace, everything else fading from the world.
The teacher, unsure how to react cleared his throat. "Uh... Indie, you're on in 30 seconds."
Indie broke the kiss and looked down with a smile at Beatrix. His countenance suddenly changed as he shook his head. "Wait... what the hell just happened?!"
Beatrix smiled and let out a lusty growl. "I don't know... but I liked it."
The teacher pointed to the chair urgently and Indie pushed Beatrix out of the studio quickly, putting on his mike. "Heeeeey South Rock! This is Inderz for WKRP, 93.7. Barring any interruptions from mentally unstable Fennecs we've got some more music coming your way! Speaking of The Rüt of All Evil, we're giving away tickets to their concert on Friday. More than 500 of you entered, but one will win. Now we're holding the drawing, so hold on to your hats, 'cause the lucky dude... or dudette that's going to rock out with RAE iiiis... Shiro Raigeki?"
Shiro coughed over the mixing board, pointing to himself. "Me?!" He mouthed the words.
Indie laughed... "Wow, that was surprising. Yes, I assure you all that drawing was NOT rigged, it just happened that way. Heh... congrats man!" The sound board suddenly started playing a small segue of "We are the Champions." and Indie couldn't help but snicker a little. "Well, sorry folks! Better luck next drawing! This is Inderz and you're listening to WKRP!"
Indie took off the mike and smiled to Shiro. "Dude! You're going to the Rüt of All Evil concert!"
Shiro nodded. "I know! I can't believe it!"
Indie held out a fist, which Shiro eagerly bumped. "We'll go together."
Shiro shook his head in shock. "Dude, you got tickets too?!"
Indie nodded. "Yep! Got them a couple of weeks ago."
Shiro cackled and slapped his back. "Dude! That's awesome! See you Friday then!"
Indie grinned. "I plan on it!"
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After Indie finished the rest of his shift, he went back to the dorm with Beatrix. He was starting to regret kissing her, 'cause now she was hanging around him a lot more closely, even more closely than before. Indie sighed and opened the door to his dorm. "Well, here we are, Kitchen's there, Bathroom... well, you know, all the dorms are exactly the same."
Beatrix nodded. "I really appreciate this."
Indie lethargically waved a paw towards her. "Don't mention it."
Beatrix smiled. "No really! It's a good deed."
"No really, don't mention it; I'm starting to regret it already."
Beatrix meeped a little and sighed, sitting on a tiny folding chair. They sat like this for several minutes while Indie massaged his aching temples. "Oh god... what the hell have I done."
Beatrix looked around the room boredly, kicking her legs out back and forth until her gaze rested upon an odd object in the corner. She got up to examine it further. "Hey... is that?"
Indie looked over. "Hmm?" Suddenly he gasped as she picked up the guitar. "Hey hey HEY! That's a vintage Stratocaster! Get your paws off that!"
Beatrix rolled her eyes. "For vintage, you don't store it well, it was just lying in the corner." She looked over it carefully, gently plucking a couple of strings." She frowned. "Hmm..." She twisted a knob on the headstock a little.
Indie held his head. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Beatrix scoffed. "This." She took the pick and swung her arm down across the strings. A clean chord was produced and she pulled a couple smaller chords off of it. The guitar wasn't amped, but the song was fairly obvious once she began to play the main rhythm. An unplugged "Master of Puppets" was emanating from the strings.
Indie blinked in surprise. "W-wha?" He was captivated as Beatrix's nimble fingers danced across the strings. Beatrix closed her eyes as she got a clean bridge to the solo. Her fretting became a little more complex as another smaller bridge built up more and more, eventually leading into the heavy riff again. After about thirty seconds of this, the solo broke out. Indies eyes rested on her fingers. They danced quickly over the strings, almost impossible to see. Her fretting fingers moved quickly to keep up with the song's pace. Indie was unable to keep up with her strumming hand, the fingers blurred over the strings as she belted out the solo. After that was finished, she went back to the rest of the song, which was pretty much about the same as the beginning. Soon she finished and gently set down the guitar. Indie was flabbergasted. "W-where the hell did you learn to do that?!"
Beatrix let out a cute giggle. "There's a lot that you don't know about me."
Indie picked up his guitar, looking at it as if it was a foreign object. He placed his paw on the fretboard, and got ready to play it. He started to quickly pluck it, switching between notes without strumming again. Beatrix listened closely, it was the beginning to "One Big Holiday." There were several quick Hammer-On/Pull-Offs on that song, especially in the intro. Eventually his notes became more and more spaced and he sighed. "I still can't do that. The notes are just too fast to be hammered."
Beatrix cracked her knuckles and played the intro flawlessly. "You just have to stretch your fingers out Indie. You're never gonna be able to do it if you don't stretch."
Beatrix spent the next half hour or so showing Indie various stretches for his fingers and wrists, and soon he was able to play nearly the whole thing. She smiled. "See? Do that every day and soon it'll become no problem."
Indie blushed, being outclassed in the thing he knew best. He chuckled shyly. "Um... thanks."
She smiled. "No problem Indie, anything for you."
Indie got up and stretched a little. "So, um, can I get you some coffee?" A couple slips of paper fell from his pocket.
Beatrix nodded. "Oh yes! Please!"
Indie smiled a little. Perhaps she wasn't as bad as he thought. He went to go make some coffee as Beatrix picked the tickets up. "What are these?"
Indie looked down and franticly padded his pockets, realizing they weren't in there. "Oh... um, those are tickets to the Rüt of All Evil concert. I bought those a couple weeks ago, hoping to take my girlfriend to it. But then she cheated on me." He sighed. "I spent $120 a ticket on that! Now I wasted my money."
Beatrix smiled and stood up. "I'll go with you Indie."
Indie looked over at something. "Um... uh..."
Beatrix closed her eyes and pulled him close into a kiss. "Indie, give me another chance. I'm not like the others."
Indie closed his eyes. "Alright Beatrix... maybe you're not as bad as I thought."
She giggled a little and grabbed Indie. "Thank you... so much."
He gulped a little. "It's no problem, really." She continued to hug him and he politely pushed her away. "Er... let's get that coffee." He walked into his poor excuse for a kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. "Now we wait."
Beatrix wandered over. "Wow... compared to my dorm this is really clean."
Indie looked over his room. "Jeez... I'd hate to see your dorm."
She laughed a little "I know, it's a real mess."
He looked at the scar on her wrist from her Physiology accident. "So, what the hell happened on that day you got that scar?"
She looked down. "Oh that. That was a stupid mistake on my part... I was trying to twirl the scalpel around and it slipped, slicing my wrist." She rolled her eyes, "That was stupid."
Indie rolled his eyes. "Oh wow..."
Beatrix looked at Indie. "What about that little nick on your cheek there?"
Indie calmly replied. "Biking accident. I fell off when I was 9."
Beatrix was quiet. "Hmm..." They stood there for a few minutes. The only sound in the dorm was the gurgling coffee. She decided to speak up. "So, um... you said your girlfriend cheated on you?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I was going out with her for about 3 weeks, I went to give her a ticket and saw her screwing some random guy." He sighed. "That's girls these days."
Beatrix took one of the tickets. "I would never do that to you Indie."
Indie smiled. "Thanks Beatrix... I know you wouldn't." He looked at her arm. "What happened to your arm? That looks new."
She looked at it absently. "Oh this? I was pulling on my shirt today and it had a pin in it."
"So... you make your own clothes?"
She nodded. "Mmm hmm, of course. I told you I owned a clothing line, it's called Stride, don't you remember? I've got an Anime goods shop too. How do you think I've got all this money?"
He thought back to when he dated her, somewhat remembering her saying this. "Oh yeah... I remember now..." The coffee stopped gurgling. "Oh... I think the coffee's done, how do you have it?"
Beatrix smiled. "Black is fine, thank you."
He took the pot off and poured her a cup straight out without any flavoring. "Here you go."
Beatrix graciously took the cup. "Thank you."
Indie's expression softened a little. "Don't mention it."
Beatrix sipped the coffee and sighed. "Ah... good coffee." She looked at Indie quizzically. "So, where am I going to sleep?"
Indie gulped. "Um... uh... I actually hadn't thought of that. I guess you can have the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."
Beatrix giggled. "There's no need to be so chivalrous, I can sleep about anywhere... even with you if you wanted."
He blinked. "Um... no... and besides the bed is a single anyway."
She thought a little. "True... that would be a little cramped." She went over to the bed, yanking off the blanket, she shook it a little, as a few papers flew off the desk with the breeze. "I'll sleep on this, I'll try to forget what you have done underneath it."
He erped a little. "W-What?! I never..."
Beatrix rolled her eyes. "Of COURSE you didn't..." She set it down on the floor and lied down. "Night Indie."
Indie blinked a couple times. "Its 5:30."
She rolled over. "So? I have nothing to do, all my shit's over at my place." She grinned slyly. "Unless of course you planned on doing something with me?"
He gulped. "No... no... that's fine."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Indie! When are you going to grow a pair and ask me?"
Indie was defensive. "Ask you what?"
Beatrix shook her head. "You want me."
He blushed heavily "I most certainly do not!"
Beatrix shrugged and started to unbutton her shirt. Indie meeped and covered his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?! You're not going to break my will that easily" He found himself peeking through the cracks.
She took off her shirt and threw it at him. "Then why are you peeking, perv?" She laughed as Indie turned a brighter shade of red. "I just wanted to take this off cause I don't feel like sleeping in my shirt, got it?" She threw the shirt at Indie, who caught it.
"Oh... is that all?"
"Unless you wanted to go farther." She said with a wink.
Indie's expression was stone cold. "That's not funny." Still, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her 36-C breasts, kept in check by her lacy bra.
Beatrix shrugged. "Suit yourself." She then proceeded to pull part of the blanket over her and fall asleep.
Indie looked over to the game console in the corner. He was planning on playing it that night, but he didn't want to disturb Beatrix. He shrugged and lied down blanketless on the bed. "Perhaps I could use some sleep anyway..." He said with a yawn.
Soon he did fall asleep and he woke up at around 6 again. "Wow... 12 hours.... that's a lot of sleep." He noticed Beatrix was gone and he rubbed his eyes, about to go to class again. He walked to class very slowly, meandering around the campus aimlessly, after all, he was almost an hour early. He was very refreshed as he walked to class. He noticed Beatrix there, fuming silently. She was wearing the same shirt. He walked over to her. It was fairly obvious she wasn't in a good mood.
"Extermination has run into unforseen difficulties, please continue to stay somewhere else..." She recited verbatim.
"So... you still can't get into your dorm?"
She nodded. "Yes, so I've got to wear the same shirt and go without a shower." she fumed. "Fucking... piece of shit..." She mumbled every explicative known to furkind, and then moved to Japanese and when she ran out of those, French and Spanish.
Indie noticed she was just a little mad and attempted not to anger her more. She turned to him. "Um... if you don't mind me asking, can I stay at your place again tonight?"
Indie blinked. "Um... sure."
She smiles. "OK thank you."
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Classes passed quickly that day, and they walked back to the dorm together.
She entered quickly and began pulling off her shirt. "Ok, I'm not gonna lie, I need a shower, now."
Indie blinked. "Erm... alright, you can use my shower, I'll wash your clothes for you."
She sighed. "Oh thank God." She started unclipping her bra... right in front of Indie.
He turned nearly beet red. "What in the bloody hell are you doing?!"
She scoffed as she pulled off her pants, exposing her frilly purple panties. "It's not like you haven't seen them before."
Indie gulped and looked away. "Um... well... actually..."
Beatrix raised an eyebrow. "Wait... you haven't actually seen a girl naked before?" Indie shook his head as he closed his eyes tightly. "Well... we'll have to fix that eventually."
Indie turned around. "I'm not going to look damn it!" Sometimes he wondered why he even let Beatrix into his 30 by 30 home.
She sighed, wondering why he wouldn't give in. Any normal teenager would beg for a situation like this. Still, she didn't push too hard on him. Not only fearing she would be kicked out and have nowhere else to stay, but also that she might permanently ruin her relationship with him. "Alright... alright, suit yourself." She slipped off her panties and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. "Don't forget to wash those!" She shouted behind her. "And take the ticket out of my pants pocket!"
Indie turned back around, the coast being clear now. He picked up her clothes and held them away from his muzzle. "Whoo! Those ARE rank..." He gingerly picked up her lacy panties, which thankfully were not wet, indicating that she wasn't THAT interested in him, or that she at least had control. He the clothes over to washer, sticking them in with a load of his clothes, taking out the Rüt of All Evil ticket beforehand. He went to go make some coffee, plopping down a guitar tab he had printed out to play.
The coffee had just finished gurgling when Beatrix stepped out of the shower, with a heap of wet towels, wearing one around herself for modesty. "Indie, where's my clothes?"
"They're in the washer."
She swore. "Hmm, guess I'll have to wear this for a while." She dumped the towels in a dryer as she sat down on a chair, crossing her legs so Indie didn't get a good view, not that she would have minded. She looked over to Indie. "So, still working on that Guitar?"
He nodded. "Yeah, trying to work on Bullet With Butterfly Wings"
She looked over to him, adjusting her covering to avoid any undue flashes of pink. "Smashing Pumpkins eh? That one's not so hard."
Indie continued to look over the tablature. "Yeah, I should have no problem with this." He plucked a few strings experimentally... starting to play the intro more slowly than usual, missing a couple of notes, then looking over to the tab again to see what he missed. He nodded as he realized his mistake and started over again. He repeated this process until he got the intro down. Feeling that he got it down pretty well, he plugged the guitar in with a small feedback squeak. He started to play the intro again, this time adding the words.
"The world is a Vampire.... Sent to Draiaiaian...
Secret Desires... Hold you up to the Fla-a-a-ams.
And what do I get?! For my pai-ai-ain!?
Betreayed Desires... and a piece of the game."
He changed slightly as he got to the main bridge.
"Even though... I... know... I suppose... I'll sho-ow, All my cool... and... cold, like old Job Oh!"
He jammed the strings as he got to the chorus and main riff.
"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!"
He went back to the intro rhythm:
"Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?"
He got back to the bridge to the verse again.
"Even though... I... know... I suppose... I'll sho-ow, All my cool... and... cold, like old Job Oh!"
Then the verse:
"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!"
He cleared his throat, playing a heavy bridge.
"Tell me I'm the on-ly son.
Tell me there's no ot-her one.
Jesus was an only son yeah.
Tell me I'm the cho-sen one.
Jesus was the only son for yooooooooo-uuuuuu"
He reverted,
" Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!"
"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a... CAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGEEE!!!"
"Tell Me I'm the only one!
Tell me there's no other one!
Jesus was the only son for yoooou..."
He came to the outro.
"And I still believe I cannot be saved.
And I still believe I cannot be saved.
And I still believe I cannot be saved.
And I still believe I cannot be saved!"
He played a last few notes and Beatrix got up and clapped. "Not bad! Now give me a try!"
She took the guitar and smiled, clearing her throat. She cracked her neck a few times and stretched her fingers. "Ahem..."
Suddenly the guitar let out a super loud riff as she jammed the strings with the powerful intro of "Misery Business."
"I'm in the business of misery let's take it from the top.
I've got a body like an hourglass it's ticking like a clock.
It's a matter of time before we all run out.
When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.
I waited eight long months she finally set him free.
I told him 'I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me'
Two weeks and we caught on fire
She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile."
She played a series of several linked notes, a tiny bridge to the explosive chorus. She bounced up, her makeshift toga threatening to fall off.
"WHOAAAAAAA! I never meant to braaaaag, but I got him where I want him now!
WHOAAAA! It was never my intention to braaaaaag, to steal it all away from you now."
She bounced up and down with each chord in the next part, threatening to send her toga flying.
"But God does it feel so good! 'Cause I've got him where I want him now... and if you could you know you would, 'cause God it just feels soooo..."
She smiled a little as she pulled her towel up a little.
"It just feels sooooo good."
She resumed the regular guitar, which was light and exemplified her singing.
"Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.
Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change.
And about forgiveness we're supposed to have exchanged.
I'm sorry honey but I'm passing up, now look this way!"
Her voice bounced as much as her body was with the next verse.
"Well there's a million other girls that do it just like you,
looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want and what they like.
'It's easy if you do it right'
Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!"
Beatrix got really into the verse, the back of towel slowly slipping off of her, exposing her backside. Thankfully (or perhaps not?), Indie was in front of her, so he didn't notice this. Still, only the guitar strap was keeping the towel on.
"WHOAAAAAA! I never meant to brag, but I've got him where I want him now.
WHOAAAA! It was never my intention to braaaaag, to steal it all away from you now..."
Again, she played chord after chord, her towel flapping as she bounced on her toes.
"But God does it feel so good! 'Cause I've got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would, 'cause God, it just feels sooo...
It just feels soooo good."
She played a surprisingly mellow bridge, nearly whispering the next lyrics.
"I watched his wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you...
Just watch my wildest dreams come true, not one of them... INVOLVING!!!"
She lifted the guitar a little as she started to play the short solo, this was enough to send the clinging towel floating off of her as Indie gasped, turning so red, it would make a stop sign jealous.
"Beatrix! Your tow-!"
She didn't hear him as she returned to the verse.
"Whoaaaaa! I never meant to brag, but I've got him where I want him now...
WHOAAAA!! I never meant to brag, but I've got him where I want him now!
WHOAOAOA! It was never my intention to bra-aag! To steal it away from you now!
But God does it feel so good, 'cause I've got him where I want him now...
And if you could, you know you would.
'Cause God it just feels sooooooooo....
She played the main riff one last time.
"It just feels sooo good." She panted and set down the guitar. "Whoo!" She said weakly.
Indie covered his mouth and trembled, trying to look away.
"Indie? What's wrong?"
He simply pointed at her, trying not to look. She looked down, confused, suddenly widening her eyes. "OH FUCK!" She covered herself using every available paw or forearm. "Holy shit! I hope no one walks in on this!" She meeped and covered her mouth, shifting a bicep to cover her breast. "Oh shit! Murphy's Law!" She ducked behind the couch and sighed in relief when nobody came. "Oh thank God..."
Indie shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head. Beatrix blushed, extremely embarrassed, grabbing her towel. "Sorry, sorry!" She put the towel around herself, blushing heavily. "Oh God..." She looked over to Indie with a slight smile. "Well, did you like what you see?"
Indie just covered himself with a pillow. "How can you joke about that?"
Beatrix shrugged. "You can admit it you know, I won't think any less of you." She smiled, "Did that turn you on? My breasts bouncing..."
Indie closed his eyes. "N-no."
Beatrix was flabbergasted that he would say something like that, unsure whether to be insulted or surprised at his will. "What?!"
Indie sighed. "Fine! Yes! Yes damn it! It fucking turned me on!" As if she needed proof or something, he ripped off his pants, showing his member straining against his boxers. He realized what he did a couple of seconds later, scrambling to pull his pants on as Beatrix smiled. He sighed. "Why can't you wear clothes like a normal person?!"
She pointed to the washer. "Because you are washing them?" She laughed a little. "Though if you have a sewing machine and a bedsheet you are willing to part with, I could make some."
Indie couldn't help but laugh a little, "Well, unfortunately I don't have a sewing machine."
Beatrix made sure to tighten the towel as she walked out from behind the couch. "Well, look at it this way, you just saw a girl naked, you're halfway between 1st and 2nd base" She said with a wink.
Indie blushed. "Oh come on, you know I would never look at it that way."
Beatrix rolled her eyes. "Well why not? I really don't mind if you do that to me Indie."
Indie became a little uncomfortable. "Well... that's awful kind of you... um..." He was unable to think of anything else.
Beatrix walked over to him, sliding the towel down slightly. "Would you like to touch them? Don't lie."
Indie licked his lips a little inadvertently. "Er... I suppose... there's only so much you can learn from anatomy..."
She smiled, kneeling down to put her breasts in reach. He nervously reached over, groping slightly at her. She just grinned and let him explore her breasts. He shakily ran his pads down the surface, tracing a claw around the nipple, which caused her to arc back in pleasure, her nipples hardening slightly. She murred ever so slightly as he caressed her tits, squeezing the nipples ever so gently, feeling them harden more. Eventually he pulled his paw back and Beatrix smiled. "Welcome to 2nd base big boy."
Indie was getting a little more comfortable around Beatrix now. "So... um... how do I get to 3rd?"
Beatrix smirked and unzipped his pants. "This is how..." He looked up at him before starting. "That is, if you don't mind?"
Indie shrugged. "Well, we've come this far, haven't we?"
She nodded, pulling off his boxers, throwing them aside. His cock was certainly nothing special, looking like any 19 year old Jackal's would. Still, it was more than sufficient, a good 6.5" length. He gulped as Beatrix went down on him, suckling the tip gently. Indie gasped in pleasure, it felt so much better when she did it rather than his own ministrations. She looked up at him with a look of happiness on her face and resumed her licking, pushing her muzzle midway down his shaft. He moaned with pleasure as she licked the underside of his shaft.
Indie bit his lip, submitting to her deft licks. "Beatrix that's... goooood..."
She didn't respond, instead grating his member against the top of her muzzle, lapping up the drops of precum that came from his tip. She took it all in, deepthroating him, gagging just a little, but quickly becoming used to the feeling as she licked all over his shaft, trying to give him the most pleasure possible.
He bucked his hips a little. "Beatrix! I'm gonna cum..."
She winked and took it back, preparing for the load. Indie sighed as the cum left his cock, splattering over her throat. She gulped it down eagerly and smiled up at him. "Hmm... you taste nice..."
Indie wiped his brow off. "Wow... I think I'm starting to like this."
She wiped off the end of her muzzle, "No prob, Indie... I'm not sure I'm quite ready to take it all the way though..."
Indie held up his paws. "No, no, it's fine. I didn't expect you too... we'll do it when we're ready..."
Beatrix smiled a little. "Thanks for understanding."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Shiro's voice came through the door. "Indie, you in there man?"
Beatrix cursed under her breath. "Fuck... I knew Murphy's Law would kick in eventually."
Indie silently shooed her over to behind the couch and pulled on his boxers. He walked over to the door. "Um... Hi Shiro... you caught me at a bad time."
He looked down at his boxers. "I can see that... I just came to talk about the tick.....ets..."
Indie looked around. "Um... what?"
Shiro pointed. "Your shower has been used recently, but you are not damp."
Indie sweated and swore in his thoughts. "Fuck! Shiro notices stuff like that, why does he have to be such a detective freak..." Indie lied. "Well I dry off well."
Shiro looked at him. "Yeah, but normally there's at least some dampness left over, and you definitely do not smell like you've taken a shower recently either." He entered the room, taking a sniff. "Ok, where is she?"
"Where's who?"
"The girl, you don't need to be a genius to smell heat."
Indie choked. "HEAT?!"
Shiro cocked his brow. "Okay... that was genuine surprise, I'm guessing you didn't know she was in heat." He snickered. "Sucks to be you."
"I didn't do anything with her damn it!" He realized what he just said and covered his mouth.
Shiro laughed. "Ah... so you admit it, question is where?" He sniffed around and his nose pointed at the couch. "Oh, there." He looked behind the couch and Beatrix scrambled out.
"Oh... um... Hello..." She blushed as she held the towel.
Shiro was delighted. "Beatrix? The girl I introduced to you?" He cackled. "Oh that's priceless!"
Beatrix sweated. "Look Shiro... this is all a big misunderstanding... I'm just staying with Indie until my dorm opens up again."
"Then why were you hiding?"
She pointed down. "Because I'm not wearing anything but a towel?"
Shiro nodded. "Whatever. So Indie, about the RAE concert... what time you going?"
He thought a little. "I dunno, probably five or so?"
Shiro looked over his ticket. "Cool, cool, just wondering, could you give me a ride? My car is in the shop this weekend and I'd REALLY hate to miss this."
Indie smiled. "Sure man! I don't mind, as long as you don't mind riding with Beatrix, I gave her a ticket too."
Shiro found the dirt he was looking for. "Aha! So there IS something going on between you."
Indie muttered. "Shut up Shiro, I'll dropkick you into the next county."
Shiro knew not to take Indie's threats lightly, as he rarely made them, and when he did, he acted on them. "Alright, alright, just joking."
Indie nodded. "Alright, now if you don't mind, I'm busy..." Shiro smirked. "Not like that you perv!" Indie lifted a foot and booted Shiro out the door with a yelp.
Indie grabbed the clothes from the washer, tossing them into the dryer. "You didn't tell me that you were in heat..."
Beatrix blushed, genuinely embarrassed. "I know... I should have told you... but I didn't want you to not want me..."
Indie sighed. "You do realize I would have gotten you pregnant right?"
Beatrix nodded. "I carry a condom with me though, in case the situation ever comes up, I'm not irresponsible."
Indie looked over. "Well, at least you had that." He smiled ever so slightly. "And to say that I didn't enjoy our time together today would be a lie, I should return the favor sometime."
Beatrix got that smile on her face, that smile that you could never figure out what she's thinking. "I'd like that..." She pulled the blanket down. "Well, night?"
Indie blinked. "Don't tell me you're sleeping naked? At least wait until your clothes finish drying."
She sighed. "Fine, I suppose I'm not really tired anyway..."
The dryer was the only noise in the room, making them feel rather awkward. Indie decided to break this terrible silence. "Well, for being in heat, you sure hid it well."
She looked out the window, a little bored. "It's not my first time, I was early, it's been happening since I was ten. I've learned to control it pretty well. I don't act horny." Indie snickered and Beatrix tossed a pillow at him playfully. "Ok, I don't act TOO horny, and I barely put out any fluids. That's one reason I wanted to use you shower though... for... um... yeah."
He looked to the bathroom, a little shocked. "Well, I'm sure you're probably not the first girl to masturbate in there... this building is what... 30 years old?"
She laughed. "Yeah, that's true..." She went to go put the guitar away, which was now lying on the floor. She would have easily been able to pick it up without much problem, but she purposely bent over as she grabbed the fretboard, lifting her tail up in the air, exposing about as much slit as physically possible.
Indie scoffed. "Now you're just being an exhibitionist!"
She wagged a finger. "But you didn't argue..."
He put a paw on his forehead. "Well, there's only so many times a teenager is going to tell a female to stop bending over." He said with a chuckle.
She leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes and brushing her legs together with a sigh. Indie got down onto a knee. "Beatrix? You alright? You don't look so well..."
She nodded weakly. "Indie... can I use your bathroom again? It hurts..."
Indie had a sympathetic look on his face. "That bad huh?" She nodded. "How about I help you, I'll pay you back for doing me."
She smiled weakly again. "You don't need to do that if you aren't ready Indie... I can do it..."
Indie took her paw. "I'll do it Beatrix, I don't want to see you in pain."
She looked into his calm green eyes and smiled, taking off her towel to expose the rest of her body. "Well... you took Anatomy, you should know how to do this."
He grinned. "Well, this isn't exactly a standard area of study, but I can probably figure it out fast."
She spread out her legs to show her nether lips. "Please Indie... eat me out... I need it now..."
He wasted no time getting down on his knees. "Um... could you get up on the couch so I don't have to bend down so much?"
She nodded and pulled herself up, her crotch now parallel to his muzzle. He moved forward, looking closely at that what was before him. Despite her promiscuousness, she was still obviously a virgin, seeing the barrier of a hymen behind the labia. He took a deep breath and nearly passed out at her strong scent. He shook his head to clear it, though it had the expected side effect of making him very horny. He leaned forward and gave her an experimental lick from the base of her slit to the top. She shuddered in pleasure, gripping the couch tightly. After a few experimental licks, he slipped his tongue inside of her, his eyes widening. He didn't know how good girls tasted, it was so much sweeter than his cum. He ran his tongue around her insides, sampling the ridges inside of her, trying to explore with his tongue. She nearly screamed with pleasure, Indie's tongue sending waves over her. "Indie! Oh god Indie! Keep going!" He started to build up a rhythm, flicking her right and left walls, scraping the top and then pushing his rough tongue over her clit. This sent her to heights she couldn't imagine, arching her back as lusty moans escaped her muzzle. "Indie! Take me! Take me!!!" She probably didn't know what she was saying, or was caught in a fantasy of her own creation. He licked at her faster, lapping at the clit continuiously, feeling her juices slosh past his tongue. She screamed loudly, and Indie winced, the neighbors definitely heard that one. "Indie I'm cumming!" He prepared for the flood of juices, but apparently wasn't prepared enough because they came jetting out onto his muzzle, splattering his maw with white specks, while he eagerly swallowed the others, wanting to get that unique taste. He felt the flow stop and took a big gulp. "Wow... I could definitely get used to that."
She sighed on the couch. "I'm sorry... I think I may have soiled your couch..." She pointed downward to the wet stain.
Indie shrugged. "Meh, I'll Resolve it later..."The dryer buzzed. "Ah! Just in time, now... for the love of God! Put on your clothes!"
Beatrix took her clothes, putting them back on without much further ado. "You might wanna wash that off..." Pointing to Indie's muzzle. "I know for a fact that sticks."
Indie headed to the sink in his bathroom, washing off his muzzle, still not believing what he had done. He sighed as he got the cum out of his short creamy fur. When he came out, Beatrix was already sleeping, tired out from her sexual stimulation. He couldn't help but smile a little. "Night Beatrix..." He took out his laptop, getting a few more Guitar tabs before falling asleep.
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The next couple of days were the same story. Indie became a little less awkward each day around Beatrix. Soon, he was completely comfortable in her presence, clothed or otherwise. The days rolled along, Indie still found himself hopeless outclassed by Beatrix when he played guitar, He would play Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World and she would play all of Under A Glass Moon by Dream Theater. He would play Indestructible by Disturbed, and she would bust out The Spirit of Radio by Rush. He gave up trying, besides, it was Friday anyway.
Beatrix finally had the Dorm opened on that day. She eagerly changed her clothes, grabbing a purple tanktop and some skinny jeans, which she had double belted, each hanging from a different side. Indie didn't wear a shirt, anticipating getting a concert tee.
They traveled back to Indie's dorm where Shiro was waiting. "Come on! We're not gonna be able to get a good spot!"
Indie walked out to his car. "Yeah yeah yeah! Let's go! Ich liebe die Wurzel allen Übels!"
They got into the car and took off to the Beach. The concert didn't start till 7:00, but they wanted to get a good spot. It turns out their efforts payed off. He arrived at the Beach and there weren't very many people there, they were able to get almost right next to the stage. A couple of people didn't want to move, but Beatrix was prepared, pretending to adjust her tanktop and 'accidentally' give them a show. They moved out of the way quickly as Beatrix gave Indie and Shiro a wink. Shiro even had to be impressed. ("Wow... she's good...")
Soon the concert started, The band came onto the stage and the crowd roared. Beatrix nearly purred as the lead singer came onto stage. He was a black fox with long blond unkempt hair over his eyes, ragged bleached stripes on his arms (Indie guessed it was supposed to simulate cuts) and a long black tail, though for a fox, there wasn't all that much width to it. She whistled. "Rick Jacobs... now that's a guy who can take me anytime..."
Indie grumbled. "Poser..."
Beatrix turned to him, laughing. "Indie... are you jealous?"
Indie blushed, realizing what he had said. "Um... no..." He turned away, not having believed he had gotten jealous over Beatrix. He didn't have time to think though as the guitarist blasted out a riff that nearly stripped the fur off of their bodies. The crowd cheered somehow louder than this as they played one of their most well known songs, 'Pain'. Indie was thrilled, he probably wouldn't be able to hear anything for the next few days, but at least he was here. He let out a whoop, banging his head to the beat as fiercely as he could manage. Rick Jacobs stepped up to the mic, his eyes flashing in the light for a second before being obscured by his hair again. Taking a deep breath he started to sing:
"30 daysssss ago... a bullet through my head...
Theyyyyy said.... that I should be dead...
Though I survived... They say I should have died... upon that bed I lied...
'It's not without its price' they said. 'Follow our advice, it will hurt like a VICE!!!!'
But I just smiled and said... 'But I like the PAIN!"
Guitar blasted out a powerful riff that made everyone's fur stand on end.
"Don't medicate me! Don't alienate me! It doesn't aggravate me! I LIKE THE PAIN!
YEAH I LIKE THE PAIN!"
The song returned to its original pace.
"Morphine... codeine... they can make it go away...
All these drugs, those stupid thugs.... I want it to stay...
CAUSE I LIKE THE PAIN!"
Bass played some heavy chords which rattled the ground beneath their feet.
"I don't know why I feel... this... way... Pain isn't supposed to make... my... day... My mind is stuck in disarray. I..."
Indie was trying to pay attention to the music, but he found that Beatrix was much more interesting to him at the moment she was bouncing on her heels to the beat and he had found that it had gotten the rest of the crowd doing it too. She looked over to him and ran a shoulder into him, grinning slightly. Indie stumbled. "Hey! Beatrix! Watch where you're going!" He shouted over the song.
"Haven't you ever heard of a mosh?" She shouted back, pushing Shiro, who grinned and shoved her back. She stumbled a little, running into another guy who shoved her back. Soon, the entire crowd was caught in a mosh pit, which continued long after the song finished. She came flying back after someone pushed her particularly hard, crashing into Indie and collapsing on top of him. "Ack! Oops!" She got up and laughed. "Come on Indie! Get in on the fun!" They were playing another song, but he didn't even care as he got up and shoved Beatrix into Shiro, who shoved her back, tossing her back like a rag doll. "H-hey! Come on! That's not fair." As she came back she stretched out her arms and shoved him into someone else. "Take that!" Indie shook his head and they came together at each other, suddenly becoming trapped in an awkward sandwich. They were pressed together and Indie looked into her violet eyes. The next part happened almost naturally, Beatrix stared back and moved her muzzle close to his. He pushed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. They stood like this, in this romantic embrace when all of the sudden the whole crowd was whooping and cheering. They suddenly realized that all of the attention was on them, and even the band was looking at them. Rick Jacobs laughed. "Well, looks like we've found love here."
Beatrix blushed and buried her muzzle into his chest. Rick laughed again. "It's alright girl, what's your name?"
She looked up nervously. "Um... Beatrix... Beatrix Delacourt."
Rick grinned. "Well Beatrix, why don't you come on up?"
She gasped. "Y-you mean it?"
Rick nodded. "Yeah, yeah, come on!"
She climbed up onto the stage. "Um... w-wow!"
Rick handed her a mic. "So, you a fan?"
She smiled slyly. "A fan? I'll show you a fan!" She picked up a guitar and started to play the beginning intro to another of their songs, "Bipolar".
Rick chuckled. "Well... I guess you're out of this one Joe." He looked over to the Guitarist, who laughed and took a seat.
Rick stepped up to the mic as Beatrix played the guitar.
He sang softly:
"Haaaaaaaalf Fuuuuuuull... Or is it half empty?
We feel the push... and the pull, as the world, is bathed in uncertainty.
We waaaaaaake up... float a little higher...
We go.... to sleep... fall into the fire..."
Beatrix played a catchy riff as the song got a little heavier.
"I tried to climb this mountain... yet as I reached the top I fell...
I tumbled down so quickly, into this place that you call 'Hell'"
Beatrix tweaked a string, causing it to squeak as she played a heavy riff.
"LITHIUM! LITHIUM! Everything goes numb...
LITHIUM! LITHIUM! Try to make us dumb...
You can't force us!
I do as I please!
Fuck you all!
You blood sucking fleas!"
Suddenly the song returned to its mellow intro state.
"I flyyyyyy up... the time is coming near...
But I riiiide down... on the back of what I fear...
I'm on top of the world!
The sun shines in my eyes.
But it disappears.
And it all dies..."
She started to play the main riff again.
"All I waaaaaant is to stay... upon this clouuuuud that I lay.
Yet I feel the cloud vaporize... as the COLOR LEAVES MY EYES!"
Beatrix squeaked the string again, playing that heavy bridge.
"HOLD ME DOWN! HOLD ME DOWN! I ascend this bridge.
HOLD ME DOWN! HOLD ME DOWN! The water stares me back.
HOLD ME DOWN! HOLD ME DOWN! My foot leaves the ledge.
HOLD ME DOWN! HOLD ME DOWN! EVERYTHING GOES BLACK!"
The song changed to a sort of chorus.
"But now... I can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
This world cannot hold me.
I can't dieeeeeeeeeeeee.
Everyone can see me.
Do not cryyyyyyyyyy!
No one will miss me.
As I faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall."
Beatrix played a catchy little riff
"As I faaaaaaaaaaall"
She played the riff again.
"4...3...2...1...GO!"
Beatrix jumped and fell on her knees, playing a solo. The crowd cheered, shouting her name over and over. "Beatrix! Beatrix! Beatrix! Beat..."
She grinned a little, returning to the mellow intro beat.
"10 years laaaaateeeer...
They say no one cried...
I can't blame them...
Here in hell I lie...
I forgot them...
The day that I died... Inside...
Rick nearly whispered the last verse.
"Lithium... lithium... Emotions what are those?
Lithium... lithium... I wear these strange clothes...
Animals... animals... Is all we are inside...
Animals... animals... I am no longer alive..."
The song ended on that note, and the crowd roared, the band went up to pat her back happilly. "Good job Beatrix! You definitely deserve the title of fan..." Rick went up to her. "Seriously though, that was beyond amazing, anything we can do for you?"
She blushed. "Well, um..." She leaned up to Rick and gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling back. The crowd cheered and whooped at her kiss. Rick simply chuckled and gave her a wink. She nearly died right there.
Rick waved to her, giving her a lifetime pass. "You ever wanna come to a concert, bring this, it'll get you in anywhere."
Beatrix beamed. "M-my god! Thank you!"
Rick grinned. "Really Beatrix, you deserve it."
She squealed happily and jumped off the stage, the crowd catching her and pushing her back, surfing on their sea of paws. Indie ran back to keep up with her. They finally set them down and immediately jumped on her. "Hey Beatrix! Wanna go out sometime?"
"Beatrix! You were great! I'll do anything for you."
"Beatrix! I lo-"
Indie pushed them out of the way. "She's TAKEN." He said with a snarl.
One guy came up to him. "Oh yeah, judging by the way she kissed Rick Jacobs she's not anything at the moment."
Indie lifted the guy by the collar. He was a lot stronger than he looked. "Get lost." He tossed him a few feet on his back.
The guy got up and walked away. "Fine... dick."
Beatrix smiled. "Thank you Indie... you're quite defensive."
He looked around, realizing they were at the back of the crowd. They were playing another song, and they could still hear it clearly, even way in the back. "Well, no way we are going to be able to get up there again."
Beatrix pointed towards the water. "Well, we are on a beach, wanna take a swim?"
Indie grinned. "I'd like that... but I didn't pack a suit..."
She smiled seductivly, pulling off her tanktop. "Who needs bathing suits?" She unclipped her belts as she walked towards the water.
He followed her, giving a toothy grin as he unbuttoned her pants. She stripped off the rest of her clothes, Indie admired her naked body from the back, as the water sparkled in the moonlight. She held up her arms and dived in gracefully. She floated up to the top, shaking out her head, as well as the water from her large ears. "Come on in... water's fine."
Indie took off his clothes and jumped in with a large splash. She giggled seductively. "Now then... isn't that better?"
He nodded, she smiled and swam over to him. "Goooood..." She nearly purred. She reached a paw down to grasp his crotch firmly.
He gasped. "B-Beatrix?"
She giggled and swam extremely close to him. "You like?"
He nodded, as a retaliatory maneuver he reached under the water and stuck a finger into her slit. She threw her head back, nearly dipping her head below the water. "Oh Indie..."
They came together under the water, kissing madly at each other. They moaned, bubbles floating up at the escaping breath. They rise up again for air, gasping both from excitement and asphyxiation. They dived down again, lndie wrapped his legs around her. She threw her head back in a silent scream, bubbles rising up. He rubbed his crotch against hers and they looked into each other's eyes as much they could. Beatrix grabbed his cock and started to tug at it, the water providing almost infinite lubricant. Now it was his turn to throw his head back, screaming silently under the water. Hi grabbed her and pushed his paw into her slit. Bubbles surrounded them as they both masturbated each other under the water. They looked at each other and nodded, both coming back up for air for a couple of seconds before again plunging into the depths. Indie's paw wandered more into her, the fisting sending pleasure through her every inch. She had to be careful not to accidently gasp and inhale water. He bucked into her paw, which was still firmly clamped on his length. They repeated going up every 20 seconds or so. The asphyxiation was making Indie nearly pass out with pleasure. He couldn't stand it any longer and came under the water, a milky cloud drifting through the water, still retaining its shape, as cum doesn't dissolve in water. She soon came too, juices clouding the water around them. They floated up and took a deep breath, then screamed out audibly in pleasure. They came together, looking in each other's eyes.
"Indie... that was amazing..."
"You too... Beatrix..."
They crawled onto the sand again, both collapsing with a sigh. "Should we get... our clothes?" Beatrix said.
"Yeah... we're bound to get caught in this state..." He got up and shook out his fur before putting his pants back on again.
Beatrix got all of her clothes back on and walked back over to the concert, listening to the music as she leaned on Indie lovingly.
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The concert ended a good 6 hours later, and it was about midnight. Indie was buttoning his pants again, they had again snuck off for a while. Shiro was waiting by the car. "About time, God... what were you doing? Making out?"
Indie looked at Beatrix nervously. "Er... well, you wouldn't be entirely wrong..."
Shiro blinked. "W-wait, you're serious?!"
Indie scoffed. "You're just jealous because the only girl you've ever done had gonorrhea."
Shiro grumbled under his breath as Beatrix covered her mouth trying to stifle a laugh. She failed though and started to laugh hysterically at Shiro. She covered her mouth, snorting a little. "S-sorry Shiro! That's too funny!"
Shiro rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, point taken, let's go."
They got into the car and drove back to the campus. It was past midnight and they were all very tired. They dropped Shiro back at his dorm and waved good bye. Indie turned to Beatrix. "Want me to take you to your dorm?"
Beatrix smiled, leaning very close to Indie. "No Indie... I want you to take me home tonight..."
He blinked. "Um... isn't that what I just offered?"
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh... no Indie... just think about it."
He thought for a couple of seconds before the metaphor registered. "Oh... a-are you sure you are ready?"
She sighed wistfully... "Indie... I've never wanted it more in my life."
He nodded and drove back to their dorms. He led her up to his room and she entered gracefully. She turned back to him. "Enough foreplay for today. We've had enough of that; I want you to take me... now."
Indie nodded. "I'm... not really familiar with this..."
Beatrix nodded. "I'll lead at first... then instincts will take over."
He looked at the bed. "Well, I don't think it's wise to do it there... after all, it squeaks... a lot... and if we don't want the whole floor to hear us..."
She started to strip off her tanktop. "Well, I have a feeling that the whole floor will hear us anyway..."
Indie rollled his eyes. "This is probably true..." He blushed a little. "You sure this is okay with you?"
She nodded. "Really, I want it now..." She reached a paw to his jeans and pulled them down with one thrust, catching the boxers too and tugging them down. He shifted nerviously as he felt himself getting hard staring at her breasts. She tossed back her hair and pulled down her jeans and panties as well, leaving them both standing in the nude.
They looked at each other... Indie coughed slightly... "So... now what?"
She looked for something to do it on. "We'll do it on the floor, lemme get the blanket." She bent over to the bed, grabbing the blanket as her tail swished. He couldn't help but stare at her slit as she knelt down, trying to jerk the blanket off the bed, being caught by the wall. "Grr... Come on! Stupid thing..." She turned towards him a little, exposing her backside completely to him, jerking the blanket again and again, when it finally came loose she held it up. "Got it!" She turned back to him and saw him staring at her. A wide grin crossed her face as he came out of his trance. "Like what you see?"
He gasped. "Sorry! Sorry!"
She dismissed it with a wave of her paw. "Relax... the harder you are, the better." She walked over, running a claw through his chest fur. "Besides, we're about to do it, do you honestly think I care if you look at me?"
He looked back and forth. "Um... no... I guess not."
She nodded. "Yes... now then... I've got something for you. Heat's still hanging around..." She pulled a wallet out of her pants that lied on the floor and handed him a condom. "Here you go..." She unwrapped it and rolled it down his length. He licked his lips as she handled his cock, putting the condom down it. She lied the blanket down on the floor, grabbing Indie and pulling him down, lying on top of him. "Ok Indie... this is it... any second thoughts?"
He shook his head. She grinned. "Good, I'll start out slow to let you adjust..." She pushed down on top of him, spreading her nether lips slightly. She sighed and shuddered as he invaded. "Mmm... that's good... this is my first time too..."
Indie raised an eyebrow. "Wait... isn't your first time supposed to hurt a little?"
She nodded, gasping as he reached her hilt. "Y-yes... but I've used a dildo before... that barrier is gone..." She moaned, her body shaking a little. "Oh my... you're a big boy, aren't you?"
Indie was still getting used to these sensations though... closing his eyes he shook with these new feelings. "It's... really... tight..."
Beatrix patiently continued at the slow pace. "Good... that's good..."
Indie started to buck back slightly, their hips meeting in the middle. Beatrix shuddered, her claws digging into the blanket more and more. "Faster Indie?" He nodded and she obliged, adding more leverage to her thrusts in and out. Her legs shook as she went down onto him. "Oh Indie... I'm really enjoying this..."
His breaths became a bit shallower as she increased her pace. "Beatrix... This is... nice..."
She nodded. "Mmm hmm." She ground against his cock, panting. "Oh Indie... I think you are ready..."
He looked up. "Ready, ready for what?"
She pushed off of him. Indie gulped. "Hey, what the..."
She got off and got on all fours, lifting up her tail. "Take me like the bitch that I am!"
Indie crawled over, grabbing her ass. "You sure?"
She nodded. "Take me, damn it!"
He positioned himself behind her and plunged in. She called out and gripped the blanket. Indie raised an eyebrow. "Sorry... too hard?"
She gasped, her chest heaving. "No! More Indie! Harder!"
He pulled back and thrusted in again, her body racking with the force of impact, breasts swaying. "Indie! Please! MORE!"
He ran on instincts now, his cock now plunging into her again and again. She called out, pushing her front to the ground. She loved the doggy style, being dominated thrilled her... Though she didn't mind being the dominate one if she had too. Indie was the same way, though he didn't know it, after all, sex never really crossed his mind until a few days ago. "Naaaa... Indie! You're doing good! Keep going!"
He bit his lip, he felt her ridges inside her teasing him. He let out his first grunt of pleasure from the mating. His hips met with Beatrix's every second or so, producing a wet slap. She pushed back into his thrusts as well, further magnifying the slaps. The floor shook with each thrust of Indie's hips, faint moans drifted down the hallway, prompting neighbors to wonder if such sounds were really coming from Indie's apartment. Beatrix let out a scream each time she was taken to the hilt. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as she cried out his name, taking a deep breath as she was driven into the floor. Her legs quivered and she fell to the ground, her claws dragging across the blanket. She hyperventilated a couple of times, taking shallow gasps to get her air back. Suddenly her eyes widened, adrenaline shooting out of the top of her kidneys, reaching her heart and causing it to sharply increase. She twitched and screamed out. "OH INDIE! Right there!" She gasped, her chest rising and falling over and over as he hit right on her G-spot.
He gasped as she clamped down on his member. "W-what'd I do?"
She shuddered. "G-g-g-spot... keep hitting it!"
He shrugged and attempted to repeat the same thrust as before. A shudder of pleasure and a gasping breath told him it had worked. "'Bout halfway... there..." She managed to pant out.
Indie wasn't faring much better. The new sensations overloaded his body. It took all his strength to keep from cumming, even more to keep from shouting her name to the gods... and the neighbors. His lip bled as he bit down on it, closing his eyes as small... feral grunts of pleasure and effort left his maw.
The angle that kept hitting her g-spot also hit her clit simultaneously. Her moans of pleasure turned into small yiffs, when those stopped and Indie increased his pace, she continually moaned over and over, soon melding into a long drawn out scream, only stopping to grab some breath. Even that was becoming a challenge in the coming minutes. Finally she knelt down, making tears down the blanket with her claws. "Indie... I'm... I-I'm... Cuh...cum-ummmm...AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Pure screams of nothing but carnal joy echoed down the hallway. Birds flew off the nearby trees with angry squawking. Her vaginal secretions streamed down her thighs, soaking into the now ruined blanket. She settled slightly, becoming lucid, turning back to Indie. "Take me God damn it! Cum!"
He was already there though. His breaths came shallow, his chest heaving. He crossed his eyes as the cum streamed into his condom. "BEATRIX!" He shouted, no longer caring who heard. He gasped a few times, the orgasm coming stronger than he could have ever imagined. "Oh my god!"
They both rode down from their orgasms slowly, chests heaving, legs twitching. Beatrix nearly collapsed on the floor, bringing Indie with her. "Jesus Christ... that was amazing..."
Indie nodded. "Likewise... holy shit... I might just get used to this..."
Beatrix panted on the floor. "Yeah... that nearly knocked me out..."
He sighed. "Yes... me too... I'll take you out on a date tommorrow..."
She murred. "I'd like that Indie..." Her eyelids drooped, preparing to sleep off the yiff.
He sighed, swaying. "Beatrix? I'm gonna pass out."
She let out a tiny shudder as an aftershock hit her. "Go... ahead."
He collapsed on top of her, putting his arms around her. She giggled. "Ah Indie... thank you so much..." She awkwardly turned over so they were in the missionary position, and in a much more comfortable position for snuggling and sleep. She sighed. "I really hope that nobody walks in on this..." She meeped and covered her mouth for a second. "Goddamn... I hate when I say that..." She looked towards the door, anticipating someone to come crashing through. When nobody came, she shrugged. "Ah... fuck you Murphy..."
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Whoo... that's it. 12,500 words later. YOU OWE ME INDIE.
Anyway... what did you think. Yes, I know I made some deadlines that I failed to meet, but I'm a busy guy... I have things to do.
Really though, enjoy, I worked damn hard on this, and I want you to enjoy it.
Merci, et restez yiffy.
-Yukigo Kurosaki