FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Untitled Story

A Weston Praxley Tale

Authors note

Hey everyone, just wanting to get started on a story I've had in my head for a bit now. Comments and criticism are welcome, anyone have any ideas and whatnot they would like to see, post it up and I'll see if I can't work it in somewhere. Enjoy!

P.S. I do not like Twilight, I just thought it would fit well, considering my story. And I know my story is long, and its not even half way over yet. Please don't let length intimidate you, I want to hear what you all think.

A my woke in her bed, shivering despite the heat. It was summer in California, and the heat was rolling in like the waves at the beach.

It made little sense as she stretched the kinks out of her neck with a yawn.

Why am I shivering now? I don't even remember...

She felt a slight disturbance in her thoughts. She had been having a dream of some sort, although the details of it eluded her. She wrapped her creme tail around her waist in thought, attempting to just remember something of her dream. Or perhaps it was a nightmare?

Frustrated, she stood up and padded off to the bathroom to shower. She took a glance at the clock as she passed it. It read 5:49. She had woken up with about 10 minutes until her alarm went off.

At least 10 minutes won't throw off my sleep schedule.

She threw the knobs of her shower to the side, and the water began to flow. Slowly she undressed, her night shirt peeling away from her sticky, sweaty fur. She blinked, a bit surprised that she had been sweating that much, even in the air conditioned bedroom of her apartment. She could feel it in the bathroom, though, the heat was absolutely unbearable. Even though she was a 15 minute walk away from the beach, it was rediculously hot. She sighed, knowing that the day would only get hotter as the sun rose in the sky. She tested the water before jumpipng in, letting it soak her hot fur, cooling her down slightly. The thing about being an anthro, she mused, was the trouble of cleanliness.

Humans have it easy...

True. They only had to worry about the hair on their heads, not on their entire bodies. She sighed again and scrubbed the shampoo into her fur, trying to recollect what her dream was about the previous night.

It still eluded her.

"God damn it..."

Normally she wouldn't worry about it, she'd chalk it up as another dream or nightmare, whichever. Yet this time was different. She couldn't get rid of this sense of...she didn't know what exactly. All she felt was anxious.

She finished washing herself out and quickly set to drying her fur before it poofed.

Once her shower was over, she headed back into her bedroom and retrieved appropriate work attire. A green blouse, and black slacks, with some sneakers. She positioned herself in front of the mirror and combed out her red hair, before applying a scrunchie and making it into a ponytail. She leaned forward and stared into her own eyes, wondering.

Why can't I remember this? Why??

It was absolutely frustrating her.

She blinked at her reflection, yet all she could see was the brown of her own eyes. She sighed yet again and grabbed her purse, and her keys. She had a drive to work, so she needed to get going.

On her way down the stairs, she passed the elderly human lady who lived a few doors down. The lady gave a smile, with a friendly "hi". All Amy could manage was a small wave as she passed. Downstairs at the communal garage, Amy hopped into the driver seat of her Nissan Maxima. It was a 4 door, with a gold paint job on it. Nothing flashy, and it was old, but it got the job done.

Slowly, she pulled her way out of the lot and began the drive closer to Los Angeles, where her place of employment was located.

Just today, then its the weekend...2 days to relax.

Relaxation sounded wonderful. She needed a little time to unwind, anyway. Vaguely she thought about what she would do during that time. Perhaps she would call her friend, Kat and see if there were any parties going on. If not, Maybe Eden had something going. If all else failed, she could always curl up in her bed and read a book. In fact, there was still that book that she had been wanting to read, Twilight. Her friends raved about it, and it had already been spun off into several movies. Her copy sat unused somewhere in her apartment. Perhaps she would look for it after work...

She saw a man standing off the side of the road, and nearly slammed on her brakes.

Its him! I know him!!

Instead, she veered off to the nearest turn and pulled to the curb, hurrying out of her car as fast as she could towards him.

The man was human. As she approached him, he didn't turn to see her, rather he continued to gaze out towards the sea. He was about 6 feet, maybe 6" 1, and he stood with a calm demeanor, yet it somehow radiated confidence.

He had long dark hair, swept back behind his ears, and a scruffy looking beard that adorned his face. As she approached, she could slowly make out more details, such as his attire. He wore sunglasses, and had on a nice black, buisiness-like shirt, open three buttons down, presumably to let in some cool air. He wore black slacks much like hers, and had on, she guessed it, black loafers. He leaned against the sidewalk railing, and she even caught sight of a pair of fingerless gloves on his hands, also in black.

This was the man in her dream. Seeing him had jarred some of her memory. She recalled seeing him, and he had said something to her as he was roughly yanked away...

She casually approached and stood next to him, pretending to also be enjoying the view of the ocean beyond, half expecting to man to say something.

Instead, he remained completely quiet, still as a statue. Amy would have continued to wait, but she had to get to work, and the sun was up and about. She didn't want to be in the sun any longer than she absolutely had to be in this heat.

She looked him up and down again. He wasn't exactly thin. He was bordering more on pudgy, maybe overweight. Itwas more noticable in the sides, as his stomach seemed well in tone. His arms and shoulders even held some definition, betraying a hint of real muscle underneath the fatty outer layer.

"Any reason you're staring at me?"

Amy practically jumped when he spoke, completely taken by surprise.

"I...err..."

"Ok, lets back up. Any reason why you pulled over specifically to come stand next to me? Considering the way you're dressed, you must be on your way to work."

Amy blinked in silence for a moment, before catching up her nerve. She took a breath and spoke, wondering how this man observed her when he had not once even glanced in her direction.

"I saw you standing here, I thought you'd want some company."

He finally did look at her. At least Amy assumed he was looking at her, his sunglasses were far too dark to see his eyes.

"That's a bit of a thin reason, Miss."

Amy wrapped her tail around her waist, and her ears flattened slightly.

"What do you want me to say, sir? You seem a bit out of place on this hot Long Beach day."

"What does our location have anything to do with it?"

It was then that Amy realized that she was right, he was pale. Like he hadn't been outside for months.

"You're white as a ghost, and you're wearing black, which is about the stupidest thing you can wear for standing around in the sun on such a hot day."

He just shrugged and resumed staring at the ocean.

Then Amy realized she had a problem. This felt important. Important enough to pursue, yet she didn't have any idea how she hoped to accomplish this without seeming like a weird stalker.

"Well, whatever your attire, you seem like an interesting man. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink and talk for a little while."

"I'm sure you have other plans right now."

Amy flattened her ears completely now, as she was becoming a bit annoyed at his dodginess.

"I didn't mean right now. I meant later, if you're not busy."

He slowly turned his head to her and stared at her silently for what seemed like an hour. Finally he spoke,

"Sure, I suppose there's no harm in it. Tell me where and when."

It was then that Amy noticed just how strikingly handsome the human was, even despite his apparent weight problem. She shook her head quickly and forced herself to think.

"I get off work at six. If you can wait until around six thirty or so, I'll meet you here again."

The mysterious man shrugged and nodded.

"A man of few words, I see...I'll see you tonight, then."

She turned and began to stride away, her shirt already clinging to her fur before she stopped, remembering one last thing,

"Umm, I don't think I caught your name."

"I never threw it."

Amy mentally sighed,

"Well can I get it?"

"Victor."

"Ok Victor, I'm Amy."

The man, Victor waved once in a dismissive gesture, and Amy was barely able to contain her outrage at being brushed off like that.

Don't know what has gotten into me, I must be flipping stupid to approach a random man like that and ask to meet him.

She hustled to her car, reminding herself it wasn't the first time she had chased a man around. Neither was the last time. She knew how to get a man if she wanted him, and she had to admit to herself she found Victor slightly attractive. But looks weren't everything, and Amy felt like there was alot to learn about this mysterious man from her dreams...