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"No. NO! You're fucking kidding me! How can they get away with that?!" Gabrina stared in disbelief at her phone as the lawyer on the other end continued to throw legalese at her. "No, you listen to me, you shyster- yes, shyster, look it up you dipshit! Did you understand that better?! There is no way I'm going to let you people get away with this. NONE. You decided to pick on the wrong old bitch. Now GOOD DAY!"

She slammed the phone down on its cradle, growling deeply at it and resisting the urge to throw it through the nearest window- and almost giving in to that urge when it rang again. She clenched her fists and waited for the machine to pick it up.

"Gabie? It's me, Bryan. I hope you're there... I'd like to talk if you have time."

Gabrela's anger dissipated like a fleeing thunderstorm. He sounded upset; his voice was hoarse, as if he'd been yelling- or crying. She snatched the phone back up from its cradle. "Bryan?" she asked.

"Gabie? What's wrong? You sound upset."

"I could say the same about you! What's going on?"

She heard him sigh. "Things came to a head at Northbridge, Gabie. I'm now unemployed, as are about two dozen others in our section alone. We all walked out. They tried to cut our pay by a third, remove most of our benefits- but when they told Missa Lawralchek that her kits wouldn't be covered by their new health plan, AND that she'd get only the barest maternity leave the law required... we'd had enough. She was in tears, Gabie. They didn't have the right to do that to her!" She could hear the anger in his voice. "We took turns telling that 'transition team' what they could do with their new compensation packages, and stormed out."

"Oh dear God," she breathed. "Bryan, why do I feel like the CEO of Angeski Sales is Satan?"

"I wouldn't argue with you on that one. Now tell me what's got you upset, Gabie. Please."

She sat down on her love seat and leaned back. "I got a call from a lawyer just before you called. They're telling me that since my employment was terminated involuntarily, my retirement package is void. They're trying to get me to sign off on a severance package that isn't even worth one-tenth of what I'm owed."

"No, fucking, WAY." His growl was one any wolf would've been proud of. "I hope you told them where to stuff it, Gabie. You need to get a lawyer."

"Oh, a couple of my oldest friends are lawyers, very good ones at that. I think I'm going to aim them at this entire fiasco and bleed these corporate sharks for a change." She shook her head and sighed. "What about you though, Bryan? What kind of savings are you sitting on? Have you heard anything from your resumé postings?"

"Not yet. I'll be fine for a month at least. Don't worry about me, though- I got by for six weeks on ramen and cheese sandwiches when I went to college."

Despite herself, she managed to laugh. "That can't have tasted any good. Did you put the ramen on the sandwich too?"

He laughed as well. "I don't think I ever got THAT hungry." Then he was quiet for a moment, and she heard him sigh again. "Dammit, Gabie, what is going on? I think I know how your punching bag feels."

"It's been getting a workout, believe me." She reached up and rubbed her ear. "I am REALLY looking forward to Friday, Bryan. I'm going stir-crazy as it is, and now all this garbage going on with the company... I feel like I'm going to explode. If I didn't have you to talk to, I think I'd have gone stark raving mad by now."

"I definitely feel the same, Gabie. And... crap, I apologize for swearing at you. Sometimes I have a filthy mouth when I'm angry."

"Bryan, hon, the tirade I gave that lawyer who called me would've burned those cute rounded ears of yours right off." She giggled. "You don't need to hold back with me. I'm a big girl, I've heard it all."

"Well, the guys are hoping you'll tell them more about your interesting life. So am I, for that matter. So since you and I are now both among the gainfully unemployed, what do you say I pick you up earlier than last time? Say, around five?"

"Five would be perfect, Bryan. I'll see you then. In the meantime, I've got another round with the punching bag coming up. Guess whose faces I'm imagining hitting?"

He laughed heartily at that. "Give them a good right hook for me, Gabie."

--

"Say, where are the boys?" Gabrela glanced around the bar, but saw no sign of the trio. "Do you think we're too early?"

"I don't think we are. Hmm... I might know where to look, though." He held her elbow gently and walked with her to one of the reserved party rooms; she flicked her ears in surprise. "What would they be doing in here?" she asked.

"Watch." He opened the door, revealing the packed room to Gabrela's shocked gaze. Inside were at least three dozen people, all of them familiar- I know them all from Northbridge! she realized. "What... what's going on?" she stammered.

"I never said we stopped planning that party for you, Gabie." Bryan grinned mischievously. "But now it's a 'Northbridge refugee' party. I still wanted it to be a surprise for you, though."

She smiled. "It certainly is! And... is that pasta I see on that table? Let me at it!"

There was a good amount of overeating and commiserating, but it was all done with a light tone, as friends sharing each others' company. Gabrela spent a lot of time fawning over Missa, as did many of the others; the visibly-pregnant fox woman was still upset, but obviously grateful for the attention her former co-workers were giving her. Several people were discussing- out of Missa's earshot, of course- putting together a fund for her in case she couldn't find another job before the kits came. Gabrela spoke at length with Serchi and Petar about that; the young snow leopard had some connections in his financial-planning company, and the old iguana had decades of experience in the stock market. Gabrela was confident that between the two of them, they could support the young single mother in any difficulty she could run into.

It was good to see Petar so lively as well. The pale-scaled reptile, usually so stoic and analytical, had taken Missa's well-being as his personal charge and responsibility... and it would be a rough time for anyone who dared put it at risk. To her further surprise, he and Serchi got along tremendously well; after all the jokes she'd made about the iguana never liking anyone under forty, it seemed that he'd found a contemporary in the younger felinoid. She left them to chat about market trends and investment portfolios and returned to Bryan's side, squeezing his shoulder as he turned to smile at her. "This gathering was a great idea," she told him. "It's got to be the best thing that's happened to any of us since the merger was approved."

"No argument here," he replied. "I've got some good news as well. Joe's been blogging about the trouble that Northbridge has been seeing, and a major online-news outlet picked up the story. They're talking about doing interviews and possibly making an exposé on the whole affair. I think it'll be great for putting pressure on the company to quit trying to screw us over."

Gabrela's ears rose. "That's splendid news! Is there anything I can do to help?"

"He'll need your Email address. He's going to be doing the interviewing, and the site will be editing and publicizing the whole thing." He chuckled. "He asked me what your Email address was, and I realized I don't even know it.'

"Oh, I've never given it to you, that's right! I'm sorry." She lowered her ears. "I don't know yours either, actually. I'll write down mine for you when I get a chance, you can give it to Joseph, then you can send me an Email when you get home tonight, perhaps?"

"I'll do that."

Eventually, the food and drinks were all gone, and the group dispersed into the rest of the plaza. Gabrela went with Bryan and his friends- whom she had come to affectionately call "the boys"- to race again. They chose a more advanced track, but she surprised herself by coming in third- out of eight, as others had joined in as well. Poor Machran had gotten caught up in a nasty crash on the fifth lap and had never quite recovered. "I think I'm going to have to practice more," he joked. "Gabie has definitely ramped up the challenge for me."

She giggled demurely. "There's something to be said for experience, what can I say?" she joked.

She and Bryan walked back through the arcade, but she paused at an unusual-looking game on which two young women were dancing. Loud, energetic music was pumping out of the large speakers underneath the display. "What kind of game is this?!" she shouted at Bryan, trying to be heard above the din.

"It's a dancing game," he shouted back. "See the arrows on the screen? The players have to hit the pads there when the arrows hit those outlines at the top. The better you do it, the more points you get."

"And of course, if you look good doing it you get asked out," she giggled, watching the two girls sway and undulate across the pads.

He grinned playfully at her. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Me?! Oh definitely not! I'd look like a granny up there. I definitely can't pull off the moves these two can... not to mention their wardrobe!" She had bathing suits with more fabric than these two girls were wearing.

"I don't know about that." He gently nudged her with his elbow. "You should give it a try, though, maybe when the place is less crowded. It's fun!"

"Maybe I will." She smiled at him. "Why don't you show me how it's done, though?"

He grinned. "Well, I'm not nearly as good as those two, but I suppose I could," he said. He placed a token on the counter next to a few others, apparently reserving his place in line. After the girls were finished, a few other people took their turns, including one poor young man who tripped and fell while trying to show off on a particularly difficult-looking dance step involving a backflip. He was fortunately unhurt, aside from his pride.

Even though her ears were ringing a bit by now, Gabrina leaned in to watch closely as Bryan took his turn at the machine. He selected something called "Solo", which seemed to cause a bit of excitement in the crowd around the machine; it took Gabrela a few moment to realize why- it meant that Bryan would have to use both sets of panels instead of just one.

The young man picked songs that she hadn't seen any of the other players choose; these were somewhat slower, but more melodic and complex songs that Gabrina found herself enjoying, even though the lyrics seemed to be in Japanese. While Bryan wasn't quite as flashy or athletic as some of the others who had played, he was confident and agile, moving across the pads with precise moves and getting no small number of "Great!" and "Perfect!" messages flashing on the screen. His execution was nearly flawless, getting him a very nice score and a good amount of applause from the crowd when he finally stepped down. Gabrela gazed at him in awe. "Bryan, I never knew you could do things like that!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, it's taken me a while just to get where I wasn't fumbling over myself," he answered with a deferring wave of his hand. "I do it to enjoy myself, not to show off."

"That's the best reason of all for that, silly." She smiled. "But honestly, you amazed me. I'm learning so much about you these days."

"If I can be completely honest, Gabie, the best thing this entire mess with the company did was bring you more into my life." He gave her a gentle smile that sent a tingle through her. "I'm kicking myself for not getting to know you better sooner."

She rubbed his shoulder. "Be careful with that. With the moves you have, I think you could land a pretty painful kick."

He laughed at that, and she joined in, walking alongside him as they continued to wander around the arcade.

--

"So I'll be seeing an Email from you when I wake up tomorrow morning, I hope?"

Bryan nodded, smiling. "I promise. I'm going to be sending you links to some of the resumé sites I've used, and I hope you'll at least give them a look, hm? I don't want you being left without any options if your lawyer friends can't knock some sense into Angeski regarding your retirement package. You've got way too much experience and knowledge for any sensible company to pass you up."

"I'll give them a look, I promise you." She hugged him tightly to her, kissing his cheek lightly and feeling his lips against her cheek in return. He feels so warm, she thought, only reluctantly releasing him a moment later. "In the meantime, you keep me updated on how your job search goes, alright?"

"I will." He held her hands for a moment, squeezing them gently. "Sleep well, Gabie. I know I definitely will."

"This old wolf might not make it to the bed, but I know I'll sleep well. Good night, hon."

Once more she watched as he drove off, leaning her head against the door before closing it. She wearily stripped herself bare and settled into her bed, pulling her blanket up to her shoulders and resting her head against the pillows.

The last thing she saw in her mind's eye before sleep claimed her was the smile Bryan had given her in the arcade.

--

"Excuse me... where can I buy tokens for the games?"

The attendant turned to look at her. "Oh, over there," he said, pointing. "The machine takes bills up to twenty dollars. Do you need change?"

"No, thank you." She went over to the token machine, fished her wallet from the pocket of her jeans, and bought five dollars worth of tokens, taking a small paper cup from near the machine to keep them in. She made her way through the nearly-empty arcade- not many people like to play games at 2PM on a Tuesday, I guess, she thought- and walked up to the dancing game. She reread the instructions, mounted the platform and put her tokens into the machine.

It was quieter than she'd expected; apparently the staff turned down the volume during the day. Her ears were grateful enough for that. The onscreen instructions were a bit difficult to understand, the wording a bit off probably due to translation from another language, but she figured them out quickly enough and chose an easy song to make her first attempt with.

It wasn't quite as difficult as she'd thought, but she was still grateful that she'd thought to wear sneakers instead of flats. She had to remember to bring her feet up lest she trip over the edges of the depressions the pads were in. She failed on the second song she tried, and sighed softly. Who am I kidding? she chided herself. Look at me, an old woman almost killing herself on this silly machine! This is for kids, not old ladies.

...no. Bryan would never let me think this way! And I promised him to keep my ears up... so, old girl, you're going to learn to do this and have fun doing it! Resolutely, she shoved more tokens into the machine, selected another song and began moving her feet.

She ended up spending twenty dollars on the machine, and by the time her tired legs finally forced her to give up trying, she was panting heavily. When she stepped off the machine and turned around, she found a couple of the attendants staring at her. "What?" she questioned them.

"Um... just kind of amazed you could dance that long," the older one said. "I guess. Sorry, didn't mean to offend."

"No offense taken. I imagine you don't get many old ladies trying this thing, hm?"

"Well, some older folks, sure, but a lot get frustrated. I guess they see the kids with the incredible moves and give up trying it themselves."

"Those kids must spend a fortune practicing on these machines."

"Actually, most of them probably have the home versions on their computer or console."

"Home version? You can buy a game like this?" Her ears pricked. "Where at?"

"Any video-game store would have some. There's one right across the way." He pointed out the door.

"I wish you'd told me that twenty dollars ago," she laughed. She slowly walked across the plaza, pausing along the way to rub her shins gently, then made her way into the software store. Games were lined up along the walls, more than she had thought could ever exist, but she quickly noticed a trend- the covers of most of them bore either a sports star, a large man holding a larger weapon, or a scantily-clad woman. She laughed softly to herself as she made her way through the store. "Excuse me," she asked one of the employees, who turned to give her a disinterested stare. "Yeah?" he asked.

Great, you're going to be about as useful as a sex toy in a convent, aren't you? Hm, I guess a little lying is in order.... "I'm, err, looking for a game for my grandson," she said. "He said it was some kind of dancing game, can you imagine that? But anyway, I wanted to find out how much it would be to get him that game for that computer-machine of his as a Christmas present. Can you tell me where to find it?"

"Yeah, sure." He walked her over to the computer-game section, pointed to where some larger boxes were hanging up, then walked off. "Thank you so much for the help," she murmured after him, before turning to the displays. The attendant in the arcade had been right- these games did have the complete setup to copy the arcade version, though with a thinner fabric dance pad. But the "system requirements" on the side of the box left her confused- could her computer actually play this game? The employees here would probably either talk down to her or try to sell her things she didn't need.

Gah, what's wrong with me? I'm close friends with someone who builds computers! Bryan can tell me if my computer is up to snuff. She took the box up to the counter and paid for it, then made her way back to her car and tossed the bag into the passenger's seat. She paused to rub her still-sore legs once more, then started the car and drove out.

Several messages were waiting for her on her answering machine. Two of them were from the lawyers she'd contacted; the first confirmed that the issues were being examined, and the second spoke of a good case foundation and further resources being devoted into investigation. Gabrina slid her shoes, jeans and T-shirt off and sat in her desk chair in just her bra and panties, smiling to herself as she massaged her aching legs."Go get 'em, boys," she said to the machine.

A third message was from Angeski's lawyers, once more urging her to sign the severance agreement before it was retracted. The message promised her that should she refuse, she would face the likelihood of not getting a single penny from the company. She snorted to herself as she deleted the message. The fourth was a wrong number, so she deleted that as well, then picked up the phone and speed-dialed Bryan's number. He answered after two rings. "Hello, Gabie!" he said. "What can I do for you?"

"Hello, Bryan. I kind of need your help here, actually. Do you remember that dancing game you played at the arcade?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Well... I've gone and done something rather impulsive, actually. I bought the home version of it for my computer. But to be honest, I have no way of knowing if it will actually work! I'm sorry to say that I'm completely ignorant of just how my computer works. The classes I took dealt with how to use programs, not how to deal with the computer running them."

"That's alright, Gabie. I can walk you through it. Do you have your computer on now?"

"No, let me go ahead and do that." She switched the old thing on, waiting through the various status and loading screens. She heard Bryan humming over the phone. "I'm sorry this takes so long," she apologized. "I think this computer is nearly as old as I am."

"Not nearly as cute, though, I bet," he returned, making her laugh. "It's alright, I have time."

Finally the desktop icons popped up. Bryan walked her through bringing up the system information screen and displaying her computer's stats; to her dismay, the machine wasn't up to snuff in a variety of areas. "That is a pretty old system, Gabie," Bryan acquiesced. "Likely it would cost you far less to replace it than to upgrade it. In the meantime, though, I have a spare system you can use."

"You do? Bryan, I could hardly take a computer from you!"

"Don't worry about it, Gabie. It's one I built for someone a while back, but they decided they didn't want it, so I kept it as a secondary for data storage and Internet routing. It isn't cutting-edge, but it's pretty well above what that game requires. I can bring it by and drop it off for you, and help you transfer all your data onto it later. Much as I'd love to now, in half an hour I'm going LANning with the guys."

"Oh, that's quite alright. But... err, what does 'lanning' mean?"

"The guys and I play computer games semi-competitively in a group against other gamers. We go to one of the local computer stores and play on their network so that Internet quality isn't an issue, and we can compete on a level playing field. In other words it's a bunch of grown boys and girls playing 'shoot-em-up', just on computers."

"And here I'd been impressed when Pong came out." She chuckled. "So... is there room for an old lady to watch all this, or is it more of a private thing?"

"Of course you could come, Gabie! I just wonder if you wouldn't find it boring."

"I have yet to find doing anything with you boring in the least, Bryan. You said half an hour? That'll give me time to wash up and dress if you'd like to bring me along."

"I'd love to, Gabie. I'll be by in about twenty minutes. See you then!"

Gabrela took a quick shower, dried herself off and put on some fresh underclothes, then went into her closet. She picked out a pair of dark jeans, then paused a moment at her shirts; in a fit of bravery, she pulled out a rather close-fitting, light-blue blouse that she had always thought went with her eyes, but that she hadn't worn in a long time due to being too self-conscious. She slipped it on and buttoned it, then went out to her mirror to get a good view of herself; amazingly enough, she still had the figure to pull it off, though her stomach showed just a little bit through it. She pulled on her jeans and belt, slipped on her flats and waited for Bryan to arrive.

Exactly on time, she heard a knock at her door, and she went to open it. He stood outside with a large black computer in his arms and various other objects in a bag on one hand. The look on his face as he saw her was wonderful. "Ga... Gabie," he stuttered. "Wow. You look... stunning."

"Thank you," she replied, smiling. "You don't think this old wolf is a little overdressed, though, do you?"

"You aren't going to hear a single complaint out of me." He grinned. "Where can I set this thing down, though?" he asked, indicating the computer in his arms. "It's a bit heavy."

"Oh! Yes, please, by all means." She held the door open for him. "My desk is in the bedroom over there; you can just set it down on the floor nearby. Maybe we can donate that old relic of mine to the Smithsonian."

He chuckled, bringing the computer into the bedroom and placing it next to her desk. He gave the machine a quick look and whistled. "Vintage 286," he said. "This computer has to be almost ten years old. I'm surprised you've kept it running this long."

"I threaten it with a sledgehammer regularly," she giggled.

"I bet that helps." He patted the computer he'd brought. "This one is already loaded with a newer version of Windows than you've got, so you won't have to worry about upgrading. I think all your programs should work just fine, but if not there's ways to work around that." He smiled. "But that can wait until later. Are you ready to go?"

She wagged her tail. "After you, good sir."

--

"I don't know why you called that 'boring', hon. It was pretty funny listening to you make up battle cries!" She closed the door behind him. "Do you want something to drink? I've got soda, sweet iced tea and bottled water."

"Iced tea would be great, Gabie. Thanks." He leaned against the bar, looking around. "This place of yours is great," he said. "Completely yours?"

"Absolutely. I paid off the mortgage fifteen years ago." She poured him a glass of tea with a few ice cubes in it, then opened a bottle of water for herself. "I could take out an equity loan on it if I had to, but I much prefer being out of debt."

"Oh, I can understand that. Took me forever to pay off my student loans, it seems." He raised his glass to her in a toast. "And speaking of battle cries... what was it you came up with again? Oh yes. 'Rockets just mean I care enough to send you gifts!'" He grinned at her. "You got the whole team cracking up on that. I think I got nailed twice before I could stop laughing enough to play right."

"And I apologize for that." She winked. "But I did enjoy myself watching you all play. I think maybe I might want to try games like that sometime."

"I could probably pick up a couple older games for you that would work on the computer I brought you. When you get things settled with Angeski, I can see about building you a good gaming computer."

"How much would that cost? Two thousand dollars or so? That's how much I keep seeing new computers advertised for."

"Oh, no way, Gabie. Those are overpriced pieces of crap. I could build you a pretty good system for modern games for around eight or nine hundred dollars."

She whistled. "Oh, I think I could definitely afford that if we get everything settled how I want it."

They finished their drinks and then headed back to her desk. Bryan took a small box of tools out from a bag next to the computer and began disconnecting and disassembling her computer. "Not much dust in here," he said approvingly. "I see you heeded my words about keeping the computer clean."

"After that mess you showed me from the inside of a smoker's computer? How could I forget?" she responded. "So what are you taking out from there?"

"This is your hard drive, where all your programs and data are stored. I'm going to hook it into the new computer and copy everything over so you can keep all your information and programs."

"Well that's handy!" She smiled. "I must seem like a complete... what's that term? 'Noob' to you. Everything you did to teach me about computers and I still know almost nothing about my own."

"You're no noob, Gabie. Besides, I'm always happy to teach you." He finished taking the part out of her computer, opened the panel on the new one and slid the part in, hooking a couple of plugs to it. She watched in interest. "That doesn't look too hard," she commented.

"It isn't, not really. A lot of these things can only be connected to one cord, one way." He removed her computer, keyboard and mouse from her desk, placed the new ones in their spots and hooked the computer up to the monitor, then turned it on. It started up MUCH faster than her old machine, and in no time at all the desktop was up. "First I'm going to scan your old drive for any sort of viruses or whatnot," he said. "I know you're careful, but you can never be too careful." He ran a program that took a little while to work, and she went and poured him another glass of tea, as well as getting another bottle of water for herself. When they returned, the program was finished. "Nice," he said. "Completely clean. And you think you're a noob?" He gave her a playful wink. "I see you've been careful."

"Well, you can't get into a lot of trouble on the speed of my Internet connection," she chuckled. "A lot of the Web pages I visit take forever to load."

"I can recommend a good broadband service if you're interested." He clicked a few things. "Alright, I'm going to go ahead and copy everything over for you. A hard drive this old probably doesn't have much of a life expectancy left, so I'll wipe it for you and make sure it's disposed of properly. I'll let you sort through your data whenever you like and see what you still want to keep." A couple more clicks, and he paused. "This folder is bigger than most of the others," he commented. "Did you put this on here?"

She looked at the screen, then blushed profusely. "Oh my! Um... yes. I'm sorry, that's... err." She took in a deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh. "That's... some erotic videos I downloaded."

He grinned, chuckling quietly. "Ahh, I see. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a folder like that on my computer. You don't need to be embarrassed." He gave her a wink. "Alright. It shouldn't take long for everything to copy over. Let me have a look at that game of yours in the meantime."

He opened it up, took out a pad and CD and set them on the floor. "USB," he said. "Pretty easy. All you have to do is plug this in right here and run the program when you want to play. It looks like there's a site to download extra songs from too, but you probably don't want to try that on a dialup connection." He smiled. "And it looks like the copying's done." He turned off the computer, took out the old hard drive, and turned it back on, then slid the CD into the computer. "And there we go," he said after a bit. "Just click that icon there when you want to play. The speakers you've got on this monitor aren't spectacular, but they'll do the job."

She pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much, Bryan!" she exclaimed. "I feel like I've been so demanding, but you've been especially patient and understanding. I truly appreciate everything you've done for me."

He returned the embrace, gently rubbing her back. "You haven't been demanding," he told her. "I'm always happy to help you out. I don't want you to hesitate for a moment if you need me for something." He kissed her cheek.

Their embrace lingered for another long moment, with Gabrela becoming very aware of the warmth of Bryan's skin, and the gentle flow of his breath over the fur of her neck. Finally, and with no small amount of reluctance, she broke the embrace. "I think I'll go ahead and start trying to figure this game out," she said quietly. "Did you want another drink?"

"No thanks. I'd better get back home; I've been expecting responses on one or two of my resumé postings."

"Good luck with that, hon!" She saw him to the door, and hugged him again. "Thank you again. Keep me updated on the responses, alright? I'll be sure to keep you informed on what's going on with the story and the lawyers."

"Great. Good night, Gabie." He kissed her cheek again- but this time, it was just against the corner of her lips, causing her to shiver slightly. He stepped away from her and gave her a quiet smile before heading out to his car and driving off.

She let out the breath she'd been holding when she saw the car vanish around the corner. Dammit, Gabie, what is wrong with you?! she scolded herself. Bryan is your friend, and half your age to boot! Bad enough he knows you're a pervert with a pornography collection on your computer, but now you're going to practically rub yourself against him while wearing a shirt tight enough for him to read your bust size on your bra?

She sighed quietly as she stripped down to her undergarments and sat in her desk chair, clicking around a bit. Everything was quicker, sharper, more responsive; programs loaded up almost instantly, and didn't freeze up when she did something complicated.

Then she found herself pointing the cursor at the folder with her erotic movies. Almost despite herself, she clicked it, then scrolled down to one of the movies- the one entitled "wolf_blowjob". She took in a deep breath and shifted slightly in her chair, then clicked it.

Her movie player sprung up, immediately showing her the image of a wolf woman kneeling before a tall human man. Her hand slipped between her legs, gently rubbing herself through her panties as she watched the woman in the video lap at the smooth, rounded tip of the man's penis, collecting drops of his semen on her tongue and gulping them down greedily. Gabrina slid her hand underneath her panties, stroking the outer lips of her vagina with her fingertips, her moan counterscoring the groan of the man in the video as the woman took his length into her muzzle and began sucking on it. Gabrina panted softly, rubbing the edges of her slit faster and faster, her other hand quickly freeing a breast and squeezing it roughly. She watched as the woman in the video engulfed the man's length completely in her mouth, and then snaked her tongue out to lap at his sack even as she continued to suck against him; Gabrina's fingers caressed her clit and nipple with the same slow, even pace that the wolven woman's tongue used. There was a jarring cut in the video, and then the woman was stroking the man with both hands, her mouth wide open; the man climaxed, and his semen spurted over her muzzle, across her bared chest, into her mouth... and she eagerly slurped and swallowed every drop she could. Gabrina had seen this video before, many times, but it seemed that this time it held so much more power over her....

...what would it taste like if I took Bryan in my mouth like that...?

The orgasm took her completely by surprise, and she let out a gasping cry of pleasure as her hips arched off of the chair, her entire body trembling as the pleasure coursed through her. She could feel a veritable gush of her juices flood past her fingers and soak through her panties, making a wet noise when she finally dropped back onto the chair. The video had ended with a perfect shot of another stream of human semen falling onto the wolf's outstretched tongue, and almost seemingly by their own will, Gabrina's fingers continued to stroke her clitoris even faster, bringing whines of pleasure from her throat as her head lolled back. All she could think of was the image of the wolf in the video swallowing the seed of the human, and the intense pleasure radiating through her body as she brought herself to a second, even more powerful climax. Finally spent, she dropped back into the chair, panting heavily.

...I haven't fucked myself so hard in a long time.... she managed to think. She realized that she had completely soaked her panties as well as the fabric of the chair; she slowly stood up and stripped out of her underclothes, then put the chair in the hallway. She gave the video one last wistful glance, then closed it and shut down the computer, rolling the dance mat up against the desk. She paused in front of her mirror, looking herself over; her headfur was disheveled, and the fur covering her crotch and thighs was sopping wet. Oh, Gabie, old girl, she scolded herself, shaking her head. What are you doing?! You're too old for this... you don't even have being in heat to blame it on; you haven't had a heat in a decade! You are old and withered and do NOT need to be screwing yourself silly thinking about the closest friend you have, who happens to be a lively and attractive young man who could probably land any beautiful young woman he looked at! Now go wash yourself up, and stop being such a slut!

Yet standing in the shower, fingering herself to a third and then a fourth orgasm, she realized that despite her own mental protests, she wasn't yet too old to be abjectly horny.