The Coming Storm
It was a strange feeling that morning. The light softly filtered through the slit in the soft, wafting curtains, a morning breeze slipping it's way through the crack of the window. The air had a rather deep, body smell of it, the feminine scent sweet and hot hung powerfully in the air. My nose softly twitched to greet it, a pleasant and alluring fragrance I had not experience before. Everything normally smelt so...sweaty. So manly and clammy. It wasn't a great smell. My body would palpitate with the waves of heat resonating from the thick covers and the beams of sunshine crashing down onto the cream shag of the floor. My eyes slowly opened too the scene, the usual dust dancing within the spotlight of the curtains, happily paying tribute to the events of the night before with a merry waltz of the morn.
And then...a strange feeling... It was not the bulging bicep around my waist. In fact...I felt nothing hold onto me. I only felt hair...long, smooth hair upon my chest and stomach and the odd sniffles and snores of a peaceful female at rest. I felt an arm draped across me in a comfortable arms, and my arms cradling a warm, soft, curvaceous form below me. It only took my eyes seconds to move down to see the awakening vixen known as Chloe cradled against my form. Her sparkling eyes fluttered open to join mine in the scene as they looked up, accompanied by a soft smile.
"Morning Sal', sleep well?" came her voice over the dreary start too the day.
Like I normally do...I began to panic. A pulse of shock rushed over me as I flailed, flinging the vixen too the side as she squealed, tumbling out of bed and falling into a heap on the floor...a naked heap on the floor. And she wasn't the only one that was naked. I pulled the thick duvet across my body, wrapping myself up tight and trying to cover my bare fur and parts.
"What's going on!!?" I gasped in a perplexed manner.
Chloe pulled herself to her feet, reaching out to calm me down, "Sally, relax!"
"No, not 'Sally relax'! What the bloody hell is going on!!"
"You should know," she scowled, obviously unhappy with my changing behaviour over the past two days, "You're the one who pulled me into a kiss and dragged me to bed!!!"
My eyes locked onto her, and took in what she had to say. Then, through the lifting haze of fatigue, my brain began to paint a mental picture of what had happened the night before. And she was right, I had kissed her and dragged her to bed.
"Oh my God...we had sex, didn't we? Oh God...I can't believe I..."
"No, we did not have sex!" interrupted Chloe, her hands on her hips, "We were both soaked through. We both stripped and you pulled to me bed and held me to calm yourself down. And I stayed with you. I didn't touch you anywhere sexual. NOTHING happened!"
I sat amidst the covers, feeling rather embarrassed as I looked up to the vixen, almost in fright of what I thought was going to happen, "Well...can we not? Please Chloe, I mean, I don..."
"Sure, no problem!" she smiled happily before turning for the kitchen.
This response came as a shock to me. So accustomed was I to sex in the morning after a long night that my partner refusing was just...just strange. So I just sat there in the silence, my brain still putting the jigsaw of events together before I pulled myself from the bed, still wrapped in the covers. Finding Chloe in the kitchen, I saw she had kitted herself out with an apron and was pulling out a frying pan from the cupboard above the stove, pouring in some oil and opening the fridge, "Got any eggs?"
I gave a hesitant supple, my eyes following the natural wagging of her bottom and hips before they broke their gaze, "Up...in the fridge, the top shelf on the door."
She looked back and gave me a cute wink, "Thanks babe!"
"Please don't call me that..."
"Call you what?" she asked, retrieve the box of eggs from the top compartment in the door, "Babe?"
"Yes. That." I grumbled, sitting at the table.
"Hehe, baby. How you kissed me last night? How you held me close? Mmmmmm, I can still feel your warmth! You're definitely not straight."
And, there it was, my sexuality was called into question. A proud, heterosexual female would lash out, snarl and fight against the accusation. But I just let the thought rumble around in my head, the body lighting the flush on my face. Meanwhile, Chloe had dug through the top drawer of the kitchen. She had taken the tin foil and was cutting long strips of it, before fashioning it into a sort of shape.
"Here's a tip," she sniggered, breaking the eggs into the pan as I listened to them sizzle, "Use some tin foil to hold the eggs in a shape and get something nice out of your breakfast!"
After a short time, a plate of two piece of golden toast was placed in front of me. On each piece was a fried egg, the shape of a heart with a generous little dollop of curled butter in each toast corner, for the leisure of my own spreading.
"Isn't that cute?" she giggled in her endearing little tone as she sat opposite me with the same dish, liking her lips and picking up her knife and fork.
This too came as quite a shock to me. I looked down at the plate placed in front of me, then back at Chloe with a questioning look. One which was displaying such a foreign understanding of such morning rituals.
"Thank you?" was all I could manage in a rather questioning tone.
"Hehe, you're welcome! Never had breakfast before?" she sniggered, placing a nice piece of egg in her mouth.
"Not cooked for me, no..." I muttered, picking up my knife and fork.
"Get out of here! You never been cooked breakfast? What about Alex?"
"I cook him breakfast!" I replied proudly (although not entirely sure why).
Chloe just smiled and nodded, "Oh? And why's that then?"
"I guess it's just a woman's job..." I said softly.
I took quite a while for my words to sink in. The aroma of the impatient eggs faded away, and the light's seemed to dull, leaving only me in the recess of my mind. I gave a soft blink, trying to figure out the words that seemed to have materialise on my lips. It was only the docile tones of Chloe that broke through my have; "Do you truly believe that?"
"No..." was what I whimpered.
I was so sunk into my own self pity that I didn't see Chloe get up and walk around the table. Softly cradling my muzzle in her hand, she placed the most tender peck on the lips I had ever received before giving me a soft, loving smile, "Then good morning, baby."
***
Chloe had shown me something I was looking for for a long time. She gave me an escape route. She set me free from the shackles of monotony. She broke down the walls of taboo and dragged me from the heteronormativity that drove me to a pre-existing destiny. Boy meets girl. Boy loves girl. Boy gets girl pregnant. Well, not anymore. My eyes were open, and the world seemed so much more full. So much brighter. I could see the full picture, and everything seemed so pure and righteous.
Chloe took me everywhere with her. But, unlike last time, we were more than just friends. We were special friends. If I felt down, she'd come for a sleep-over. We'd snuggle all night long. Or, if I was sad, she'd give me her special massage and make me a sundae before kissing all my worries better. When Alex was out with his mates, Chloe was around, helping me try on clothes and giggling as I pulled out all my old clothes from the 90's. We had a lot of fun, and Chloe was the ying to my yang.
Yet, I was still with Alex. I mean, Chloe was special, but I had to be with Alex. However, I could never come up with a reason why. I normally talked about how my parents liked him or how they expected it. Or how he got on great with my friends. So, that Wednesday, for the bank holiday, I decided to finally break the ice between the best friend I had found and the man I was with. I was nervous about Chloe's reaction, but she seemed fine with the idea.
So, there I was, sitting at the booth in the pub opposite Chloe. We both had a little bet on that we couldn't balance a spoon on our nose. It was a little game we played, and we were laughing and giggling in no time. Chloe had skilfully allowed the spoon to lean against her muzzle before using her tongue to keep the bottom secure and balanced. Yet it was not long before Alex trundled in.
Alex was quite an attractive male, a suave and sophisticated man with a good scene of fashion. We was a powerful wolf male, a sort of urbane alpha, with thick, black hair covering him. His eyes, cutting blue, kept everything deep within his sights. He was well-built, with a powerful chest and a chiselled six-pack within his form, shown off by his tight, grey tank. His jeans were a dark blue, tight around him to show off the bulge of a manhood that was rather obvious. His voice, quite stern in it's pronunciation, but fluent and strong like a commander keeping the morale in his platoon going. His face was sharp, giving him a rather young look, with short, sensible heart to finish it off.
"Heya Sally baby!" she cooed, waiting for me to stand before he pulled his powerful arms around me, resting on my rump in an intimate, rather forward hug.
"Hey hun," I replied, hugging him as tight as my smaller frame could, "This is the friend I wanted you to meet. Chloe Vickers."
The wolf's eyes snapped from me to the female vixen who stood from the booth with a smile. Chloe seemed unnerved, even unimpressed by his strong, masculine presence.
"My, my, aren't you a delectable sight! It seems like Sally has a good taste in friends!" he chuckled, releasing me to go for a more soft, friendly hug.
"I shall take that as a compliment!" giggled Chloe, her meaning rather snide but her tone crystal clear innocent.
"Oooo, and frisky too! I like girls that play hard to get!" he grinned, moving a hand down to give Chloe's backside a soft squeeze.
She gave him nothing.
We all sat down at the table, Alex on the seat and I on his lap like a trophy on it's shelf.
"So tell me about yourself, Chloe," sighed Alex happily, adjusting himself on the seat and then I on his lap, draping himself over me, "I bet you hot little number like you has all the guys begging for her number!"
"Oh yeah, I have to fight my way through the crowds of them!" she replied, rolling her eyes in a subtly hiss of a laugh.
"Oh baby," he sneered, "You shouldn't fight it. I bet a gal like you could have a great time. Not being rude, but I've tried to get Sally into it myself. The guys would love her."
"Between you and me," began Chloe, leaning in slightly, "Groups are common place for me. Nothing better than being in the middle of a pack of needy furs. But Sally seems a bit too...delicate for that sort of treatment."
Alex only chuckled, slapping the table to show his delight, "Mmmm, you're getting me hot already, baby! Yes, my Sally is my little angel...and devil, if the mood takes her."
The large male then began grooming me, in a rather indifferent fashion. I felt like the clueless baby daughter on the knee of a rather conservative father, being petted and showed casual attention as he sits in a meeting.
"Maybe we could have you around one day," added Alex, the rumbling of his loins beneath me making me blush, "A girl such as yourself would...play rather well with Sally and I. Maybe you two could give it a try?"
Coming from most people, the direction of such a conversation would be rather rude and off-hand. But, from the charismatic lips of the wolf who's lap I was forced to perch on, it seemed like a business man discussing matters of simple finance. As if it was not out of the ordinary
"Playing with Sally? Well, that sounds a most splendid idea!" giggled Chloe in her signature tone.
"Oooo, perfect. You two would create a rather naughty pair! How about tonight, if you're free?"
Chloe shook her head, "Sorry love, I have a lot of work to do over the nights of this week. But sometime in the near future, hmmm?"
"Oh," scoffed Alex softly under his breath, "I look forward too it."
***
The conversation went on between the pair. I seemed to grow more and more self-conscious as I sat upon the rather cold wolf's lap. However, every time Chloe would reply to Alex's tainted suggestions, she would give me a soft, friendly wink. One that told me that I was not being ganged up on, it was Alex that was being fooled.
Soon, we gave our goodbyes, and Alex and I returned to his apartment. It seems the wolf had missed my body, and it was not long before he was carrying me through the door, a big smile on his face.
"That friend Chloe of yours is amazing!" he roared, "So sexual...so dirty! Mmmm, I can't wait to get a hold of her! You two would be perfect together, baby!"
"Perfect together..." I said softly, as if a thought rushed into my mind, then dropped back out again.
"A double blowjob? Mmmm, that must be intense!" he chuckled, removing his shirt before looking at me hungrily, "So? Are we going to play or what?"
"Alex, hun, I don't want too...erm...embarrass you. But I doubt Chloe will play with both of us?" I concluded.
"Oh? She seemed rather keen in having a go! I mean, two girls kissing is natural!"
"No babe, you misunderstand..." I said softly, wondering how to break the news that the last few hours of talk was a futile dream for Alex, "Chloe's...a lesbian."
It took time for Alex to process this information, his male brain working through the motions of analysing the word, before trying to define it. To be honest, knowing Alex, I doubt he knew what it meant since he would never be interested in what it meant.
"Hehe, yeah right. Then why would she be...?" he began, before looking at the honest on my face, "You're serious?"
I gave him a small nod to answer his question. And that seemed to set him off. I could see the spark in his eyes, the fire of anger as the fact he had been played crept into his mind.
"She was a fucking dyke!!? And you just sat their while I played along!?!" he snarled, "Why didn't you fucking say anything!?"
In all honesty, I didn't have an answer myself. Normally in social interactions, Alex seemed to control the situation. It was rare for him to be made the fool when he was the centre of attention. I guess I just found it funny to knock him off his perch. To break away from the status quo is how Chloe and I had fun!
Alex obviously was not pleased; "I don't want you hanging around that...rug-muncher anymore! She's bad news, stupid little whore..."
"Hey, she's my friend!" I growled back defensively.
"But you're straight. You're not some useless cunt like she is."
"I maybe straight, but it doesn't mean Chloe and I can't be friends!"
"Sally baby, I'm putting my foot down. Now behave and go get undressed."
***
It was almost instantaneous that I turned tail and walked out of there. Arrogant asshole that Alex was, I definitely wasn't going to cave into his carnal pleasure after such talk. I was just so...blind to this before. I sat there, some sort of little toy, a trophy for him to show off to his friends as he said those things about me. Because it was all I knew. I was too afraid to change. And then...one rollerblading vixen changed my life.
That vixen opened the door instantly when I came knocking. I was not crying, but she could tell something was up immediately.
"Sally!? My God...what's wrong!!?" she cried, rushing to me straight away.
Soon as I felt her touch, I felt safe, and the tears began. Endless, painful tears as I bite down hard upon my lip, stuttering as each tear squeezed itself out to roll down my cheeks/
"Alex...h..he..." I muttered, crying and fighting to keep some composure.
"That's all I needed to hear..." she replied, pulling me inside.
Never had I felt so secure, her arms wrapping around me like a relieved Mother finding her lost child. The warmth of her body and the powerful beatings of her worried heart soothed me instantly. The only time she left my side was to put the kettle on and returning with hot chocolate only minutes later. The mug on the table was of mint hot chocolate with whipped cream, colourful sprinkles and a malteaser taking it's pride of place on top...just the way I liked it. Alex never made me hot chocolate...
***
I spent the night in Chloe's arms, keeping my head at her chest and allowing myself to drift off to the sound of my special friends pounding heartbeat. It took me a while to drag myself out of bed the next morning. But I found that I could not burden myself on Chloe any longer. She pleaded me to stay; it seemed like Alex had gotten under her skin and she knew something bad was about to happen. And she could not have been more right...
It was thee early evening when I returned home. I found myself opening the door to hear only the soft drone of the television. Sitting on the sofa, his hands in his lap rather quaintly, was Alex. He looked up to me, his large, heavy eyes locking onto my form before a soft smirk hit his face. All he did was thump his large hand softly down on the cream leather, a signal for me to join him.
"Sally," he began, as I softly dropped myself down beside him, "It's clear to me that you were...confused when you took such defiant action against me. This new female friend has come into your life, and she's filled your head with lies and deceit. Don't you remember the boyfriend you had in high school? Or Mark at college? You're not gay, Sally! You're just confused!"
His tone was aggravating, his wispy little verse making it immediately clear he was patronising me. And Chloe never taught me to be gay, but she taught me to be strong.
"If you weren't such a knuckle head and a thug, you'd know that Chloe is only a friend. You're right, I'm not gay. But I'm not going to be intimidated by you anymore."
I squealed as I felt the sofa move under me, a large equine sitting himself down beside me with Alex giving a grunt. Another male, a bull, sat opposite us in an arm chair. The self righteous pride that fuelled me to rebel seemed to quickly dissipate.
"Poor, confused Sally. What would your Daddy say if he knew how to talk to me? Luckily, my mates here have kindly agreed to help fix this little identity crisis of yours!"
***
It was three in the morning when I was able to escape...and the same time Chloe opened the door in her dressing gown. My eyes were red from crying, my clothes unkempt with points to showed stress. My face and body had dabs of creamy white and my fur was scruffy and sticky at points. Alex had spend the evening showing me the 'pleasure' of the male body with his friends...and didn't stop until I had promise never to see Chloe again.
"Sally!?" cried Chloe, enveloping me in a hug before the door was even full open.
I was quivering, the pain and torture I had been put through causing Alex's command to avoid Chloe actually manifest in physical fear. It took me a while to raise my arms but, when I did, I would not let her go. I could not let her go. She was all I had now, she was my lifeline. The shower ran for hours that night, and Chloe held me in the warm jet stream until I fell asleep. I could not wash the memories away...and they soon haunted my dreams...