Collar
Part of a trifecta of 'stories featuring ladies with big tits' that I wrote for the entertainment of my friend Maximillian. :)
No actual sex in the story, just people talking about sex!
Ken's phone buzzed.
Lil: Hey woof
Lil: this is hilarious
Lil: But remember my roommate
Lil: the one with the tits ????
Ken sighed, and looked around the hallway reflexively. There was no one there, and who can read anyone else's screen without a magnifying glass anyways?
Lil: you remember the tits right ????
He signed again. People made jokes about dating foxes. He gamely defended foxes, that's a trope, ha ha, funny joke, no really you can stop. But then they lived up to them. Honestly he never knew which one, or which ones-manipulative, sex obsessed, just crazy-were in play, or if she was just messing with him.
Someday soon he was going to meet her family. He refused to think about it until it happened. A room full of foxes who were socially empowered to judge and test him. The chill was waiting to run down his back.
Ken: Yes I remember your roommate
Ken: What's up?
Lil: I figured since you looked at her tits you probably remembered her
Ken clenched her teeth. Once. Foxes missed nothing. Not if they could tease you about it forever.
Ken: Oh that one right! Not the other flat chested roommate that you don't have
Lil: Ha right
Lil: So the other weekend when we went to that leather shop with my friends
Lil: I bought something
Ken: Oh
Lil: Are you going to ask me what it was ????
Ken: I assumed you were going to tell me or not tell me
Lil: It's a collar
Lil: Super hawt
Lil: And Tisha tried it on
The attached picture was tilted at an odd angle, and it was a black leather collar with a narrow chain running along it, and a ring at the front. The wide cream-furred swell of the chest below it, and a spotted shoulder in the foreground, were definitely not his girlfriend.
Lil: Did you look
Ken: It's great, can't wait to see it on you
Lil: That's the problem it has a lock
Lil: and dumb hyena is stuck in it now
Lil: Are you near the apartment, I need you to help her get out of it
Ken: Wait what
Ken: Yes but why do you you need my help
Lil: got a client, I'll give you a call in a min, head over there
Ken: What am I supposed to do
Ken: Lily
He waited for a minute but there was no response. Of course. He sighed.
****
The apartment wasn't that far away from where he lived, so he was there, with a few more not-responded-to messages to Lily. He didn't have her roommate's number, so he was there at the door like a lunk.
He was happy to help with...whatever, the hyena seemed like a totally nice lady. Lily said she did something with books. Ken was polite and not a creep, he wouldn't check out his girlfriends' roommate, and he didn't, just...looking.
The door opened abruptly-he had knocked-but only partway. Tisha's face looked out at him with a neutral expression, big round glasses over the natural dark mask over her eyes, just barely learning around the edge of the door. "Ken," she said, a little slowly. "Hey. Lily's not here. She's at work."
"Ah, yeah. Right, I know, I was just talking to her on the phone. She said, uh." He held up his phone and waved it around aimlessly. "You were, um, stuck in a collar and needed help getting out of it."
The hyena's face went blank, and then slowly crinkled in that glower that hyenas were famous for. And she shut the door shut in his face, emphatically.
You know, when you actually said it out loud, it DID sound kind of stupid. Ken stood there for a moment, face doubtless getting red, and headed back to the elevator. He let the phone dangle in his hand, not having a response.
"Ken!" Tisha had poked her head partly out of the door. "Hey...Ken. I'm sorry. That response was for Lily. Not you. Please come back, let me make you some tea or something." She waved him back. "Please. Let me apologize."
Ken shook his head. "Hey, it's okay. Just Lily at it again," he said, attempting lightness. He was ratted, but felt so relieved. "I'm good."
The hyena's face disappeared. "Close the door behind you when you come in. Be right back."
Ken stood there for a moment, then turned back towards the open door.
*****
It was the same apartment, he'd been in it several times, but it was much quieter without the manic vixen in it. He was sitting at the table in the breakfast nook right next to the kitchenette, where the tall hyena lady was rummaging through the fridge. "Sweet or unsweet?" she asked.
"Sweet? If you have it."
"Of course." She stepped back to the table and handed him a bottle. "I don't know why I said 'make you tea.' 'Hand you a bottle' doesn't sound as hospitable. Even if that's exactly what I did." She smiled and sat opposite to him.
Tisha was the polar opposite of Lily. His girlfriend was small, lithe, almost boyish, modern, stylish. Tisha had generous curves and was nearly as tall as Ken was, and he'd always seen her dressed in a prim manner, businesslike, on the conservative side of that even.
Apparently he'd only seen her work outfits. She was wearing a black denim skirt that hugged the curve of her hips, with a silver chain looped down from one side of a heavy black leather belt. The T-shirt she was wearing had a band name and an abstract skull logo on it and had lived a long life, the black was faded, and it was oversized and loose, but still stretched over her generous breasts.There were rips in the sides, a symmetrical deliberate pattern, edges frayed. It wasn't indecent, but, well, she wasn't wearing anything under it. That collar that he had seen in a cell phone picture was there, ripped loose neck opening of the T-shirt below it. Without the high angle of the phone camera the silver ring at the center was partly obscured by the tuft of creamy fur at the top of her cleavage.
Her black mane was done up in a prim bun and didn't match, and neither did her librarian classes. And she was watching him looking. He slowly turned red again, but her expression was amused.
"I'm flattered, Ken. And the collar is -mine-, has been for months." She patted the table. "Let's talk about your asshole girlfriend."
"Lily."
"Lily is a wonderful and terrible roommate. She keeps me on my toes. So her previous boyfriend...I won't trouble you with details, I like you, Ken...she conned him to show up here on one of my days off to 'help me with my stopped up plumbing.'" She laughed. "It's funny now...oh god, he didn't get it until it was explained to. And I'm not sure he even got it then." She looked at him with a nice smile. "I think she's actually being kind of nice with you. By her standards."
"Oh good." Ken rubbed his face. "Tisha, I am so sorry..."
"Pff. Foxes exist to teach us lessons. That one does anyways." She quirked her muzzle to the side. "So I have a story about her that I probably shouldn't tell, but...screw propriety where that vixen is concerned." A toothy smile spread.
"Yeah?"
"So one night, late Saturday, I had been asleep for a while, and I realized that she had stumbled into my room, walked in to my nightstand with a crash, and then got into bed alongside me, not wearing a stitch. Stank of alcohol and stole all the sheets."
Ken's jaw opened a bit, but his brow furrowed a moment later. "Did she used to drink?"
Tisha shook her head and smiled sweetly. "She had been out with some of her friends, she smelled of smoke, and she definitely stank to high heaven of booze. But when she rolled over and kissed me, her breath did not."
Ken said, "Um."
The hyena gave him a very close look, with a sly grin. "I checked very thoroughly." She laughed. "Okay, good, I didn't -think- you were that guy that would be offended by his girlfriend hitting on another lady. Let me specify: if for a moment I thought that she was actually drunk, I would have carried little miss fox back to her room. Given that she wasn't, though,well. I am not a lesbian, Ken." She said that firmly, and looked over his body over playfully. "But apparently, given the opportunity...let's say if she gets that idea in her mind again, well, feel free to encourage her." The hyena took a deep breath, then a long drink.
"That's..." Ken shook his head. "I don't know what someone says in response to that." He laughed. "I totally believe it. And maybe kind of hot."
Tisha barked laughter. "I know, right? And I don't think she had my one-upping her in her playbook. Her look of surprise was precious. Her drunk routine dropped pretty quick when I, um." She grinned, and stopped. "You should ask her about it. Tell her about this conversation. See if you can put her on the defensive for once."
Ken laughed again. "As if. Maybe."
"Tell her we had a loooong conversation. And that we made plans." She rubbed her chin. "Maybe...actually make plans. I'm a library technician but I'm not boring, and if you can put up with demon vixen then you have my respect. And, you know, naked foxes. We're okay with that, right."
Ken held out his plastic bottle, and Tisha clunked hers against it.