Dexter & Lacey: Fighting Ensues
#4 of Dexter & Lacey
The sun crept in through the crevices of the window, the rays falling across his fur, brightening the brown spots. A corner beam landed gently between his one visible eye, the other hidden beneath his paw, his muzzle buried into the floor and little sleep still paralyzing him. "No, morning, no," Dexter moaned. "Don't come. Please," he whimpered, turning over in his sleep to hide his face from the cruel
sun.
His body ached from the night of immobilizing himself, the drugs still not vacant from his system as he curled up on the floor. Moments passed before he could piece together where he was, why he lay on the floor, and whose floor it appeared to be. He turned to his right only to see the jaguar, her limbs tangled and the curves rising and falling gently as she breathed in her comfortable sleep. A smile crept upon his lips as he watched her, reaching with a paw to carefully push the messy bed hair out of her face.
In some ways, the jaguar resembled him: they had the same onyx fur, and emerald eyes to make the brightest gem quiver in comparison. But where his body was long and lanky, hers was chiseled with toned
muscles perfecting every slope. And he would know, as she lay naked next to him. Dexter allowed his eyes to graze the length of her body, starting at the outlines of dyed green streaks in her hair, resting on her breasts. His heart raced, the memories from the night before coming forth, recalling her perfect body laying beneath his in a state of pure ecstasy...
***
"Oh, Dexter," the lustful voiced loomed out of the bedroom, a tone so mesmerizing that the drugged out Dexter could not resist. "Aren't you going to come in here? I have a surprise for you." In almost one fluid
movement, the wolf bounded into the bedroom, his body wavering like liquid back and forth, crashing against the wall. He peered out from the corner only to see Naomi, the jaguar, sitting on the bed. Her paws draped over her knees, legs crossed slightly off the side. The smell of incense clouded his mind, and her outfit - or lack thereof - was not doing much to help the situation at hand. Her breasts were cupped in a light pink lace bra with a black ribbon in the middle, and as he glanced down her toned abdomen to her waist and lower, he realized she wore matching underwear, a relatively thin piece over her fur.
"You're so sexy, Naomi," he said, surprised that it had come out sounding so nonchalant. She smiled at him encouragingly. Resisting the urge to purr in delight, he raced over to her, his foot paw catching on discarded laundry as he came toppling down atop of her. She laughed silently, but Dexter could feel it vibrating through his ribs as she lay beneath him. "Slow down, wolf. We have all night." Her voice lowered then as she brought her muzzle to his, the tips of their noses brushing ever so slightly as emerald eyes interlocked. He propped himself up with each of his paws, his arms straight beneath his shoulders, and one knee on either side of her furry waist.
She reached a paw up to pull his muzzle closer to hers as she began nibbling on his ear. He let her bite and lick his ear all she wanted as his right paw traveled from her shoulder to her neck and hovered above her chest, resting with slight pressure on her left breast. He kissed her neck then as he traced the lace in her bra with his fingers teasingly. Her paws were suddenly everywhere along his body - they stroked his back, traced his abdomen, wrapped around his ass and tugged on his waist. Sneaking his paw beneath her bra, he tickled her nipple with his fingers, holding it between two pads and rubbing them back and forth. As a heavy breath escaped her lips, she bit down on his ear and pulled his waist to press against hers.
He didn't fight her as she pushed him over with one paw so that he lay on his back on the bed. He momentarily wondered if she could see the sweat seeping from his skin and dripping along his forehead as she straddled his waist. Raking her fingers through the fur on his chest, she brought herself down to kiss along his abdomen, down his waist. Her paws on his hips, she kissed around his erection teasingly before sitting back up and rubbing his member against the lace of her underwear. She looked at him down her muzzle and smiled. He reached his paws up and began removing her bra with his fumbling fingers, then
leaning up and sucking on her left breast, lapping it up. Her sensitive nipples harden as she closes her eyes and begins grinding her still clothed pussy against his member.
He suddenly became very aggressive. Continuing to suck on her breast, he reached down her waist and peeled away her lace underwear. She pushed it down her legs and flings it across the room, rubbing her
clit against the head of his member as he thrust up into her. She purrs. At the same moment she adjusts his cock to penetrate her, he bites down softly on her nipple, nibbling. With all the thrust he was
dying for, she rides him, grinding and thrusting into him. She throws her head back in pleasure as they simultaneously release small moans, their bodies moving as one entity.
They fucked like crazy. Her hips floated, her hands behind her head holding her hair up over her neck, their pace increasing and breaths heaving. As their moans increase, they quicken, and both know what is coming - and he releases his seed inside of her. They have both been released and she collapses next to him in bed. That great whoosh of numbness washes over them, like their whole body fits in a warm hand.
***
She arose from her near restless sleep, finding Dexter lying beside her, eyes glazed over and bloodshot. Minutes turned into hours as they both moved haphazardly about the room, turning over blankets and sheets to find their articles of clothing from the previous night, most of which were torn and ripped in one way or another.
As Naomi finally managed to find and slip on her shirt, she stood awkwardly in front of the bed, flattening out the inevitable creases. "Hey, Dexter..." her voice trailed off, a weak tone clouding the air.
"Yeah..." he spoke weakly, barely able to contain himself in his current predicament. He was high off his ass, a carry over from the night before, and he was on the verge of puking his brains out. Having to lean over and dig around underneath the bed for his missing tee just added to his list of problems.
"Can...you drive me to the mall?" Naomi's voice was barely audible, but he could hear her. She had just finished sliding her jeans on over her hips, sucking in her stomach in order to button and zip up the tight
pair. Plopping down on the bed, the room echoing a loud squeak, she exhaled.
"Yeah, no problem. Yo, mind if I like... go with you?" He still couldn't find his shirt but didn't think anything of it; he could just pick one up at the mall once they left. She nodded assurance.
"Thanks, babe."
Close to an hour passed before the two finally made it down the stairs and to Dexter's car. It was some crappy old Honda, just barely able to start in the cold winter, when heated up. Time moved quickly on the
highway, unlike before, and Dexter and Naomi arrived at the mall. By this time, the drugs had worn off the two, but this was something they didn't want to experience.
"Here, take a hit of this." Naomi held out a pipe, filled with some sort of unknown white substance. Dexter nodded, and as soon as the metallic tasting smoke had entered his lungs, he lost complete control of his mind. Colors like ribbons intertwined and smudged. His vision was a canvas of colors splattered with water, bending off the surroundings and bleeding together. He blinked, but the act was useless.
"What is this shit?" The world around him became a blurry rotating carousel of destruction. His breath stammered as the car closed in on him and he began noticing impossible details: the shape of the numerous fingerprints on the dashboard, every single slight scratch in the corner of the side window. The black wolf turned to Naomi, and she began to turn to face him. But as her head moved, it seemed to go slower, slower and slower until finally coming to a complete stop as she stared at him. He was completely convinced she was a statue. But then she spoke.
"It's called Angel Dust, just trust me, this shit is amazing." She had just begun to take a hit herself, her eyes soon glazing over. Time itself was normal, but nothing even close to reality as they made
their way to the mall.
Hours had passed and the two had already bought a hundred dollars in music, and over three hundred dollars in clothing/drug paraphernalia. Now it was time for the food court, and the two were starving, unable to admit they hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. Picking up an entire pizza at the Sbarro to share, they dropped their money at the counter and did not bother waiting for change. They made their way through the maze of tables, bumping their hips into chairs and angering those eating until they finally found an empty (and clean) table when -
"Dexter?!" The voice lingered over his head. He peered over his shoulder, overlooking the two nearby scowling panthers eating Chinese food and scanned the tables, but wasn't able to find the source of his name. Dexter turned back forward to see a familiar face: a husky dressed in a WHS cheerleading uniform. "Dexter, what are you doing here; it's so good to see..." The husky's voice trailed off as she noticed the female jaguar sitting across from him, a slice of cheese pizza between her paws as she munched away. Even eating, Naomi was pretty, dumbfounding the husky.
"Lacey... is that... HOLY SHIT! Lacey, oh my god; come here." He pushed his seat back from the table, abandoning his half eaten pizza. Rising from his seat, stumbling along the way, he darted over to her as best as he could. She couldn't help but smile upon seeing her friend again - twice in one week. They embraced each other, tears nearly spilling from Dexter's face as if he hadn't seen her in years. "Lacey, I can't believe you're here, please, please sit down..." He waited for her response, hoping to the gods she would oblige.
"I'm sorry; I was just on my way out... I have like... 5 essays to finish in the next 2 days. Ugh, I hate AP English." She just smiled at him. It was then she saw how his eyelids drooped over his bloodshot eyes.
"Lacey, come on...don't be a fucking bitch, I just want to spend 10 minutes with you...come on." Once the words escaped his mouth, redness from her cheeks emerged through her face fur. She had dealt with him several times when he was high, even happy to do so despite how much it hurt her. And somehow, he always managed to sober up before disappearing. Tears formed in the back of her eyes just before she
spoke.
"Don't you ever call me that again, Dexter. What is wrong with you?!" He tried to mumble for her to calm down; rolling his eyes, but this seemed only to enrage her further. "I have been there for you through everything, and you treat me like shit all the time. What the hell?! I can accept you like to get fucked up all the time, but you do it in front of me. We're friends, Dex, just stop... just stop this, Dex..." Her sudden burst of anger had died down, the furs sitting around the nearby tables eyeing the two with pure curiosity as if they were merely watching a new television show. Once she had finally said it all, she realized she couldn't take anymore. A friendship based off of memories forgotten is not a friendship. Tears now streaming down her face as she turned to walk away, taking a few steps before turning back to speak again. "I-If you ever come to see me like this, again... I-I don't want to see you again. Please, Dex..." She walked away, gone before he could get a word out of his mouth. The neighboring tables averted their eyes then, as the show was clearly over, and Dexter ran over the events in his mind as he stared down at the floor... Lost in thought, only Naomi's voice broke his concentration.
"Dexter...who was that?" The jaguar was lost as to what had just happened, though she had had enough decency to stay out of it until now.
Dexter sighed to himself. "That... she's just an old friend. I barely talk to her anymore. She's just some stupid bitch..." He turned back to Naomi, speaking once more. "Come on, I got some coke I need to get rid
of." He tugged on her hand, rushing away from the maze of tables, leaving their still uneaten slices of pizza on the table.
His body was shaking all over, the massive amounts of drugs taking complete control over him. Drugs weren't the only thing controlling the young wolf - pain broke through his euphoric state, a wave of depression rushing over him. They walked out of the mall, deposited their bags in Dexter's car, and then made their way around the side of the mall. Dexter pulled the bag from his pocket, the cocaine filled to
the brim of the small bag. Without even thinking he opened it up and snorted as much of the sugar as he could, bringing the bag to nothingness.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about. You're gonna be so fucked up, Dex." Naomi cheered him on, she herself collapsed on the ground unable to walk. As Dexter sunk to the floor, she managed to get up and lay herself atop of him, trying to kiss him as best she could. He gave in to her demands, the two now interlocked in the piss stained alleyway behind the mall.
"Oi! Dexter... why don't you get your hands off of her, she's mine." A large silhouette came from the street, a long shaft in his hand. Naomi rolled off of Dexter, for good measure, sizing up the large bear looming towards them. He was similar in size to the rest of his species, but most of his body was covered in excess amounts of muscle, excluding his large gut. In his right hand was a dangerous looking metal bar.
"Paulie, why don't you fuck off, this has nothing to - AHHH!" Sounds of bones crushing and the metal bar shook Dexter's mind. He was on the ground, knocked out from the blow to the head. Any attempt to move seemed irrational - the only movement being the blood trailing down into the sewer, a crimson swirl.
"Yeah, you can fuck off, dickhead." More sounds of the metal bar shattered the night air accompanied by screams that chilled your body. The sound of death encroaching upon the wolf as he was mercilessly
beaten like a piece of meat. Dexter soon faded out, the smell of blood piercing his nostrils, and the hits turning into nothing; he was lost.
***
She looked up from her computer screen and over to the annoying sounds of the telephone. However, she did not move, busy with her studies. The phone rang over and over again, causing Lacey to flare up. She
glanced at it after every ring, glaring in hopes that it would go to the answering machine quicker. There was a long pause before the caller had spoken, "Lacey... I-it's Mrs. Townsend." The voice on the phone was muffled, sounds of tears in the background. "D-Dexter... he, he's in the hospital... he'd want to see you..." She couldn't speak nay longer; a few seconds went by before she had hung up.
Lacey sat in her chair, in complete shock. She couldn't believe what she had heard. How was it possible? Her body shook as she ran out the door, grabbing her car keys and slipping on a pair of sandals.
The drive was long and treacherous; she nearly hit several cars on the way there, almost going off the road a few times as well. Her eyes were bloodshot, the tears never ceasing. She had just seen him, perfectly okay, other than the fact that he was drugged up... but the point was that he had been just fine several hours ago. What could have happened to him that he needed hospitalization? Lacey shuddered at the possible answers that welled up in her mind, her fingers shaking the steering wheel and her fur matted to her face in tears and sweat.
Lacey arrived at the hospital, not even bothering to stop at the visitor's desk. She just ran as fast as she could around the hospital, looking in each room for her friend. She came to room 416, and sure enough, there laid Dexter. His head was plastered in bandages, most of which were stained with blood. His body lay motionless and his breathing could barely be heard. "D-Dexter..." Lacey was stunned; it took all of her will to even look at him for so long. She had seen him high in the past, but this was something different - he looked as though he was on the brink of death. The husky padded over, wobbling to the side as her legs started to give out. She lay her head across his chest, tears running down the sides of her face, staining the bed sheets in a salty anguish.
"Dexter, don't die... you can't," her voice trembled, a quivering sound lingering in the air. "I-I love you..."
"Luh, luh..... Lace?"