FSE

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Author's note: I apologize for the chapters being so short. They looked longer in Word, honest! ^-.-^

Let's see... hmm... you know, I think I'm finally ready for Medium difficulty. Gabrela stretched her legs, tapping her bare feet against the pad and scrolling down to the next difficulty selection, then moving through the songs. Too fast... too melancholy... ewww, no. Wait! Oh my, I didn't know they had a dance mix of this song. I'll try it.

Over the last week and a half, the dancing game had replaced jogging as her morning exercise; it was both more strenuous and more enjoyable than running. And less embarrassing than that whole Jazzercize fad, she mentally added, remembering the ridiculously-colored leotard she'd bought just for that one class.

She surprised herself by scoring a "B" grade her first time through, and not even tripping over her feet in the process. Now that she had the pad positions down, it was just a matter of reacting to the arrows and putting herself in position to hit them in rhythm. She was even beginning to work a few of her old dance moves into the whole thing. She wasn't anywhere near the point where she'd want to play in front of a crowd... but she was definitely improving, and quickly.

But before she could select her second song, her telephone rang. She paused the game, turned down the volume and went to answer it; her answering machine had given up the ghost three days ago, and she hadn't yet gotten around to replacing it. "Hello?"

"Ms. Falchayn? This is Jacob Davis of Melehayne, Swiftfoot and Associates. I apologize for calling you at such an early hour, but I have information about your complaint against Angeski Sales Inc."

She sat down on her bed. "That's alright, Mr. Davis. What's the information?"

"After discussing the issues with the other complainants and their legal teams, we have decided that we have enough evidence to go forward to a civil trial. I would like to warn you that this will be a somewhat lengthy process, and there will be some publicity involved, but at the end of it all we believe we can hold the company fully responsible for their actions against you and the others."

She smiled, her tail wagging furiously. "Great! That's wonderful news, Mr. Davis. What is it you need me to do?"

"As of now, nothing, Ms. Falchayn. However, we will need to have you available for testimony in the near future. We'll do our best to give you as much advance notice as possible, but the legal process can introduce unexpected delays. Will you be satisfied with messages left for you in regards to these dates?"

"As soon as I get myself a new answering machine, certainly." She leaned back. "How long do you think this might take, Mr. Davis?"

"That's very hard to say, Ms. Falchayn. I would expect Angeski to have an expert legal team; there's no doubt they'll introduce whatever delays and extensions they can in order to help their case. But I have confidence that at the end they will be held accountable."

"Alright, Mr. Davis. Thank you very much. If you could be so kind, please extend my thanks to Mr. Swiftfoot, and give him the message 'I owe you one'."

She heard him chuckle. "Consider it done, Ms. Falchayn. Good day."

"And you." She hung up, waited a moment, then speed-dialed Bryan. He answered almost immediately. "...oops. Hello?"

"Bryan, hello! It's Gabrela."

"Gabie! You must be psychic. I'd just picked up the phone to call you. What's up?"

"I just got a call from my lawyers. The suit against Angeski is going forward!"

"Great to hear! I've got some good news for you too. One of the interviews I went to went pretty well, and I'm hoping I have a position waiting for me by the end of the week... but I asked about other positions they have open, and I think they've got an opening that'd be perfect for you. It's a lot like the job you had at Northbridge, and the pay is pretty good- plus it's a very forward-looking company, and the hiring supervisor told me they're in serious need of experienced people. I hope you don't mind that I dropped your name on him and got you an interest form."

"Mind? Bryan, I could kiss you! Thank you so much for thinking about me. And I hope that the opening pans out for you too!"

"I've got my fingers crossed. What do you say we celebrate with lunch tomorrow?"

"I'd love to. But this time I'm going to come pick you up. Chivalry works both ways in this day and age!"

He laughed. "Alright then. Come get me at around noon? I should be free and clear."

"Alright, hon! See you then. I'm going to go ahead now and keep being silly on this dancing game. By the way, this computer of yours works great! I feel like I went forward in time forty years."

He laughed. "Glad to hear it. Enjoy yourself, Gabie. See you tomorrow."

"See you then." She hung up the phone, then unpaused the game and went into her next song- only to fail two-thirds of the way through it, as she had let her legs stiffen up during all the talking on the phone. She chuckled to herself as she closed the game and rolled the mat back up. "Need to go easy on yourself, old girl," she told herself, stepping in front of the mirror to look herself over. "Well now... have I actually lost weight? Way to go, old girl! No more paunch for you. Maybe soon you'll be able to wear a two-piece swimsuit again! Ha ha ha." She threw her reflection a playful grin.

After her morning shower, she sat down in front of her computer in just a towel and began checking through her favorite sites. While she waited for some of them to load, she brushed out her headfur; the first one to load was a forum for older people to discuss current events. One of the most commented-on topics caught her attention- a discussion on self-pleasuring. "Oh, Gabie old girl, you naughty bitch," she muttered to herself, even as she clicked on the link and began reading through. A lot of it was dull, some of it was outright disgusting- no way in hell would I put one of THOSE in me!- but a link someone posted went to a rather interesting-looking online shop selling sex toys for men and women. Gabrela found herself scrolling through the dildos, absolutely amazed at the variety they had; from dragons to orcas, a two-headed reptilian one, and seemingly one of every intelligent species. Oh, old girl, don't be such a prude, she teased herself. It's fine if people want to use different kinds of toys. Back in your wild youth you got to know a few of the real ones very personally! Though I never did get to see....

She stopped scrolling at one of the images. An amazingly lifelike replica of a human penis, nine inches long, complete with "realistic scrotum", whatever that was meant to imply. It even had a reservoir to hold scented gels, that could be squirted through the head to simulate ejaculation. It was the silliest thing she had ever seen- but after she checked to make sure it was a legitimate site, she placed an order for one. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her muzzle lightly. I must be going insane, she thought. But I need to do something to scratch this new itch I've got! Before this whole mess with Northbridge I'd never been in the mood to so much as pinch my nipples, and now I've gone to masturbating four or five times a day. I just feel so energetic lately that I can't help but want to pleasure myself. It'd be fantastic if I wasn't fixated on the closest friend I have in the world! She sighed to herself. I can't get enough of Bryan's company. He's been so good about it, too... though I worry I'm cramping his lifestyle with my 'old girl acts young' thing. He's a lively young man and I don't want to keep him from enjoying everything life has to offer.

She ran her fingers through her headfur, then put on her headphones and loaded one of her games. Well, if I'm going to be all angst-ridden, I might as well take it out on those horrors with the chainsaws for arms.

--

"I will tell you this, Ms. Falchayn. I am extremely impressed." Gahan Rorhache placed a thin stack of papers down on his desk and sat down in front of Gabrela. "I think you've beaten many of the 20- to 25-year-olds on these aptitude tests. When Mr. Lainsworth spoke of your abilities, I almost thought he was exaggerating, but I see he was being completely honest."

Gabrela smiled. "Well, Bryan is a big reason why I'm so comfortable with computers. He's taught me a lot."

"And you've learned well, I think. We reviewed your references, and to a one they praised your personality and willingness to help others." He smiled, folding his hands together. "To be perfectly honest, I think you're overqualified for the position you applied for, Ms. Falchayn. I am willing to offer you a different one, one which will allow you to work primarily from home via telephone and computer but still apply your skills at customer service and relations. We are in need of a representative to have a presence on our online contact forums, someone with a good handle on basic technology but also a light touch and a good sense of humor. We've been hoping for someone mature, sensible and knowledgeable, older than the typical early-twenties representative but well-educated and open-minded. You're obviously quite comfortable on a telephone and enjoy helping people, so I'm going to offer the position to you."

She gasped, her ears raising. "I'd be delighted!" she said. "But... I don't think I could do very well for you with the computer setup I have at home. It runs a little slow. I'm hoping that once this affair with my old employer is settled, I'll have the budget to improve it."

The buck grinned, his flat teeth flashing in the fluorescent light. "You won't need to wait that long, Ms. Falchayn. I'm authorized to offer a three thousand dollar signing bonus for exemplary applicants. That should give you ample room to 'ramp up your rig'."

She couldn't keep her tail from wagging. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much, Mr. Rorhache! I can't tell you how happy I am to have this opportunity."

She rose and shook his hand, and he smiled. "I'm glad to give it to you, Ms. Falchayn. I'll get the necessary forms for you to sign, and the guidebooks and program discs will be ready by the time you're done with them."

--

"To gainful employment." Bryan raised his wineglass, and Gabrela tapped her glass against it. "Here, here," she giggled. "And to being able to afford dinner in a wonderful place like this!" she added. "Without these new jobs we'd be doing dishes tonight." She slipped her credit card into the checkbook and handed it to the waiter, who smiled before leaving with it. "I still feel like I should be paying," Bryan said with a gentle smile.

"Never you mind." She reached over and tapped his nose lightly. "You've paid for every other time we've been out together, and I wouldn't have this new job if not for you. So you get to sit back and let me take care of you for once." She looked up as the waiter returned with her card and a receipt slip, to which she added her signature. "However, if you'd like to make it up to me, you can build me a good computer with that budget I outlined. Plus you can help me with that 'Doom' game. I'm stuck in the fifth map."

He grinned. "Those I can do."

She held his hand during the entire drive to his apartment, and even as she walked with him to his door. Once they reached it, she embraced him warmly. "I can't ever repay you for everything you've done for me, Bryan," she said quietly. "I'd probably have fallen apart by now if it weren't for you being there for me."

"That's what friends do for each other, Gabie." He smiled at her, lightly rubbing her back with his palms as he leaned in for a kiss. She expected him to give her another peck on the cheek- and her breath caught in her throat as his lips met hers in a gentle, tender kiss. It was every bit as wonderful as she had imagined, and she closed her eyes, leaning against him, relishing the feel of his body against hers. They parted a long moment later, and she looked deeply into his brown eyes. Bryan, she thought, if you asked me to come in with you, I'd be naked before the door even closed... and I can't even tell if I want that or not....

She wouldn't get the chance to find out. He reached up and stroked her muzzle gently. "Good night, Gabie," he said, hugging her tightly before leaving her arms. "Sweet dreams. I'll see you again soon, alright?"

"Definitely." She smiled at him before turning to head back to her car; as she pulled away, she saw him watching her leave, just as she always had with him. She gave him a wave before driving off.

She couldn't form a single coherent thought as she drove back to her home, overwhelmed by the lasting sensations, the warmth of Bryan's body and lips against her. She parked her car in her driveway and quickly walked into her home, locking the door behind her, and shedding her clothes as fast as she could on her way to the bedroom. On her nightstand was the cardboard box that had been delivered earlier that day- her order from the sex-toy shop, still unopened.

She tore into it like a woman possessed, tossing aside the box, instructions and accessories, cradling the dildo in both hands and gazing at it for a moment. Then she laid down on her bed, propping up her back with her pillows, and slid the toy into her waiting sex.

"Ohhhhhhh." She was much, much more wet than she had thought, and the artificial penis easily sank into her depths, taking her by surprise. She paused for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being so filled. Gads, old girl, has it really been that long since you've had something long and hard inside you that wasn't your own fingers? She squeezed the sex toy with her inner muscles, moaning as she felt the resistance. Then she began sliding it in and out of her, watching through half-closed eyes as the flesh-colored dildo became more and more wet with each trip into her body. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking her fur and the sheets beneath her. Her hand moved from side to side slowly as she thrust the toy into her harder and faster; the smooth, rounded head stroked her g-spot, and she climaxed powerfully, her mouth gaping open and soft whines of pleasure escaping between pants for breath.

Yet it wasn't nearly enough; she still hungered for more. Her free hand pressed against her clitoris, holding it against the dildo as her fingers pressed the lips of her entrance against its sides. She began moving the toy in long, slow strokes, each one bringing deep moans from her throat as she felt each inch of it drag along her most sensitive and erogenous areas. Egads, I forgot how good this could feel... you've been holding out on yourself, old girl!

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, swimming in the sensations, still feeling the warmth of Bryan's skin against her fur and smelling his scent on her. Oh, Bryan... do you know how I feel about you? Are you in your apartment right now, stroking yourself while thinking of me? I shouldn't want you the way I do... you're my friend, the best friend an old woman could have, but... God, how I wish it was you inside of me right now!

Her climaxes seemed to blend together into one long wave of pleasure, cresting over and over again, as she thrust the dildo into her aching, hungry sex. Finally, she half-collapsed from sheer exhaustion, sliding the wet dildo out of her body and wearily dropping it on top of its box on the nightstand. She managed to pull off her sheets and put on another set before simply falling onto the bed in a state of blissful numbness, her entire body tingling in the afterglow of her self-pleasuring.

The only thing that would make this better, she managed to think before dropping into a deep sleep, would be feeling Bryan's semen inside me... and his arms around me.

--

"Hello, Gabrela!" Doctor Wiselma looked up from her chart, a smile on her scaled lips. "I'm glad to see you again! How are you doing?"

"Aren't you supposed to tell me that, Doctor?" Gabrela teased.

"Oh, yes, yes." The reptile grinned. "I'm glad to see that your new job gives you good health coverage. How is that working out for you?"

"Tremendously! I love working for Welshelm Support Services. I somehow got a fan base on the forums after just two weeks! Somebody's signature is 'Gabie has spoken, that is all'. I had a gigglefit for almost half an hour when I read that." A grin spread across her muzzle. "I really love the feeling I get from helping folks- it's even better than when I was working for Northbridge."

"That's fantastic, Gabrela. And it looks like that's not the only thing that's improved for you as well." The doctor tapped her chart. "I told you the last time I saw you that you're the healthiest fifty-year-old I've ever had in here- but this time you're beating out some of the thirty-year-olds! Weight, blood pressure, cholesterol, body-mass index... you are an absolute picture of good health."

She blushed. "Well, I got one of those dancing games. It's a lot of fun and one heck of a workout."

"I ought to start prescribing those. They're a fantastic exercise program in themselves." The doctor smiled. "I hope you've been taking it slowly, though?"

"Absolutely." Gabrela chuckled, leaning back on the padded seat. "Doctor, can I ask you something personal?"

"Of course."

"I've, uh... I've found that lately my energy level has gone up. Way up. But also... it looks like my sex drive went up with it."

"Mmm-hmm." The iguana nodded. "Not uncommon in the least, Gabrela. You're fifty, not dead." She grinned.

"Well, certainly. But... well, to be frank, I've gone from forgetting I have a vagina to masturbating six times a day."

"Oh my." Doctor Wiselma's grin grew wider. "Now I'm getting jealous! Is there someone in your life with whom you can share this newfound desire?"

"I'm, ah... presently working on that." Her blush grew. The doctor nodded, putting the clipboard down. "You're a grown woman, Gabrela, so I know I don't have to lecture you on safe sex. So long as your to-be lover isn't an overendowed stallion, and you don't try any kind of position that could dislocate something, I say go for it."

Gabrela giggled. "Well, now that I have permission from my doctor...."

--

"Well, guys, since I've got all three of you here, I wanted to make an announcement." Serchi sat down at the bar, smiling mysteriously about something. Gabrela's ears twitched. "Well, don't leave us in suspense!" she told him. "What is it?"

The snow leopard grinned. "I asked Missa to marry me last night. And she said 'yes'."

All three of them gasped. "Well I'll be damned," Joe said, grinning. "Congratulations, man!"

"Congratulations indeed!" Gabrela agreed, getting up to hug the young man. "I knew you and she had become close, but this?! I would never have guessed!"

"I didn't want to tell anyone. Well, except Petar." Serchi grinned. "I wouldn't have dreamed of asking her without his permission."

"Oh, now I'm curious," Bryan chuckled. "What did he say?"

"Well, he just sort of looked at me a moment, did that neck-rill thing of his, then put his hand on my shoulder, grinned and said one thing. 'Good lad'."

Gabrina smiled. "I've known Petar for decades. That's got to be the highest compliment I've ever heard him pay to anyone. So have you two decided on a date?"

"Not yet, no. I think it's better to wait until after she has the kits. I'm going to adopt them as part of the ceremony."

Machran grinned. "Good deal. Congrats to both of you. Bartender, drinks for this man here are on me for the night!"

It was some time later, after Joe and Serchi had had to leave, that Gabrela and Bryan were wandering about the arcade when they came upon the dancing game again. The usual weekend crowd had gathered around it; Gabrela was feeling lively enough to turn to Bryan and ask, "Do you have any tokens?"

"You want to play, Gabie?" He blinked. "I'd love to see you have at it. Here you go." He handed her some tokens, one of which she put on the machine to save her place in line. She got quite a few stunned looks from the much-younger crowd as she waited for her turn.

When she got onto the machine, she was joined by a young tiger boy, who had probably just seen his seventeenth birthday. He leaned over to shout to her. "Uh, lady? I can't go easy on you, okay?"

"I'd be offended if you did, young man!" she shouted back. "Are you ready?"

He nodded, and they both put their tokens into the machine. She was given first choice of songs, and she picked one of the easier ones that she knew very well to give herself a chance to warm up. While the young tiger preferred to strut about with quick moves, Gabrela almost swayed from one pad to the next, snaking her tail behind her and holding her arms up in the air in a way that- when she had practiced in front of the mirror- had reminded her of a belly dancer. Both she and the boy scored "A" on the song.

His selection was much faster, and one he was familiar with, but she refused to be daunted. Though she missed a few steps, she kept her rhythm and balance and managed a "B", while the young man got an "S"- the highest rating. He was panting a little when the song ended. "Lady, you're pretty good!" he said.

"You're quite good yourself, young man," she responded with a grin. Her second song selection was an offbeat one, fairly quick and with a couple of tricky transitions that she still hadn't quite mastered on the home version. While she still couldn't quite get them, neither could the tiger, and they both ended up with "B" ratings. Still, the attempt garnered them both a good amount of applause and cheers, and their scores were good enough to grant them a bonus stage, allowing the boy to choose the last song.

When Gabrela saw his selection, she grinned to herself. He'd chosen the very song she'd practiced on for a week straight to be able to reach the Hard difficulty level.

A burst of energy flowed through her body, and when the first arrows reached the top of the screen, she practically jumped on the pads. She spun, she pranced, she even hopped from pad to pad, swaying her hips and swinging her arms, letting the heavy bass of the song drive her on. The sharp contrast between her style of dancing and the tiger's was driving the crowd absolutely insane, and their cheers were music to her ears. She stomped the last pad, bowed and raised her arms over her head as the music ended.

Both she and the young man had scored perfect "S" ratings.

The tiger was panting heavily now, leaning back against the rail. His eyes were wide. "Jeez, lady," he wheezed. "You... you're really, really good!"

She was panting too, but she had never felt so energized. "You're good as well, young man," she returned. "Keep practicing!"

She stepped down from the machine to outright applause from the crowd. Bryan was staring at her in abject wonderment. "Gabie," he murmured. "That...."

"...wasn't too bad for an old woman, hm?" she giggled.

"That was incredible!" he finally managed to say. " 'Old woman' nothing... you'd blow away people half my age!" He put his arm around her waist, and she leaned against him, feeling the rush of energy fade but still thrum through her veins. "You are fantastic, do you know that?" he asked her, gazing into her eyes. "Honestly, Gabie, you are constantly amazing me. You really are wonderful."

She blushed, lowering her ears in deferment. "Just an old lady trying to be a girl again," she said.

He stroked her muzzle gently. "No, Gabie. A beautiful woman being herself."

Warmth spread through her body, and she rested her head against his chest, letting out a contented sigh. "Flatterer," she giggled. "But thank you."