Envy Green
Originally the first of a series called Film Noir; I ultimately decided it was better off as a stand-alone. Heavily inspired by Sin City.
Envy Green by RaptorianOne She wears green. Vibrant, glowing green, almost like a neon street sign. Envy Green, I call it, because I envy whatever lucky bastard gets to spend the night with her. The green stands out against her grey fur and accentuates her curves. Her body is caressed by an expensive skirt and a tight blouse. Her clothes just barely protect her modesty, but I can tell she's not afraid of showing off what she's got. I'm not afraid of looking, either. I can't help but let out a wolf-whistle as the graceful wolfess walks by...
Yeah, I'm kind of pathetic. I would've deserved a good smack. What I get instead is my boss yelling at me.
"Get back to work, Pete!" says my manager, Mr. Robertson. "Jesus Christ, where does your mind keep wandering off to?"
"A better place," I answer, once he's out of earshot.
I can think of a lot of things I'd wanted to be as a kid, but this isn't one of them, not by a longshot. I'm just a pencil-pusher. Name's Peter Tinsley, but I'm lucky if they call me that. Usually it's just "Hey, you". Really, thinking about it, the Communists have a good thing going. In their system, everyone is a hopeless working stiff.
The ugly brown rabbit in the mirror stares back at me. Blue eyes, black headfur, and skinny. Too skinny. But I smoke too much to gain any weight. I'm wearing clothes that don't fit. They're too tight and too uptight. Buttoned-up blouse, slacks, nice shoes. No glasses, but this still isn't me.
I look again. I have a five-o'-clock shadow. I'm the only furry I know who has facial hair. Not that I want it. It's just there, and it stands out like an unwanted erection. Shave every day, but it just keeps coming back.
There's a flash of Envy Green behind me.
"Working hard, Peter?"
I smile. She's the only one who doesn't call me 'Pete' or something worse.
"I was gonna take five and have a smoke."
"Those things can kill you, y'know."
"If they don't, this job will."
She laughs. I smile. It's good to know I have a sense of humor.
And then she drops a bomb. "Do you think I could join you?"
It takes all my strength to restrain myself from shouting 'Hell yes!' Instead I say, "Only if you ain't borrowing one of mine."
She rifles through her purse. Envy Green, just like her eyes and her clothes. Then she frowns. "Well, shit. I don't have any left."
"Then you're out of luck, sister." And I coolly walk away.
Funny mental image. A gangly, nerdy rabbit walking away from a pretty girl like that. And the real crazy thing is, she follows me.
Seventeenth-floor balcony. It's raining, but I don't mind much. The tarp overhead keeps it dry enough to light up. I turn toward the door as I see Envy Green drawing near.
"Missed me that much, did you?" I tease.
"Go to hell, Pete." She flips me the bird. Beats being slapped. "I needed some fresh air."
"Uh-huh. Twenty-story building. Balconies on every floor past the fifth. And here you are with the guy who's smoking a cigarette. 'Fresh air' my furry ass."
Her paws lift, open-palmed in surrender. "Fine. You caught me."
"Uh-huh. So what do you want?"
"Mr. Robertson needs you to do something for him."
"Tell him I'm taking a break."
"Right now," she insists.
"Fuck." I take a nice, long drag from my cigarette. "Doesn't he always ..."
"I don't suppose I could have a smoke now?"
"I'll tell you what, lady ..."
"Sandra," she murmurs.
"Alright, Sandra. You look pretty executive, so I'll tell you what. You get the boss to do his own busy-work, just this once, and I'll give you a cigarette."
"You promise?"
"My word is my bond."
She leaves. In her haste, she leaves her purse behind.
By the time she comes back, I've finished my cigarette. I flick what's left of it onto the street below. There's only one left.
"Deed's done, Peter. You happy now?"
"Yup." I take the last cigarette from the pack and hand it to her.
She goes through her purse again. Then she realizes. Her face goes grim.
"Jesus. I don't have my lighter. Give me a light, Pete?"
"I only promised you a cigarette, not a light."
"You son of a--"
"However," I cut in, "I'll give you a light ... if you do me one little favor."
"I could get you fired for this, you know."
"Getting me fired would be doing me a favor. Be my guest, sweetheart."
She sighs, admitting defeat.
"What do you want?"
"Go out with me."
She chokes on her gum, then forcefully spits it out. "What!?"
"Did I stutter?" I smirk. "Go out with me. On a date."
Win-win situation. A date with the hottest woman in town, or a chance to enjoy my last cigarette in peace.
There's a long, awkward silence.
"Fine," she concedes.
Damn. That cigarette was starting to look good.
"Fine, I'll do it." She's sulking, but a small smile is beginning to play over her muzzle. It's pretty, just like the rest of her.
"Uh-huh." I hand her the lighter. I feel like a kid in a candy store, but somehow I'm maintaining my poker-face. "So, why? You wouldn't go out with a guy just to relieve your nicotine withdrawals, right?"
She lights up, tosses the Zippo back, and takes a puff. Then gives me a look. Envy Green eyes peered right through mine. "No ... I have a man. And ... all things considered ... I shouldn't complain."
All the good ones are taken.
"But," she continues, "he just doesn't know how to satisfy a girl like me."
But they aren't always happy about it.
"So what?" I quirk a brow. "You think I could satisfy you any more than that guy?"
She shrugs and smiles slightly. "You seem like my type."
Maybe there is a God after all.
"You're cute," she says. I blush. It's hard to see, but my ears show it. She notices, and we both fall silent.
Talk. Say something, Pete.
"You're ... the most beautiful female I've ever seen."
Her smile is so sweet, I feel my teeth aching. "Really?"
"God, yes," I answer. And it's not far from the truth. If I score with her, I can die happy.
She puts a paw on my shoulder. "Want to walk me home?"
"I'd love-- wait..." No, no. Don't say it. "I get off at eleven. It's only ten." Motherfucker. Stupid shit. You blew it. You little lapine son of a...
"Consider it taken care of," she says.
Oh, God yes. "You're too kind." Understatement of the century. This woman is an angel, and she's just given me a glimpse of heaven.
"I need the company." She murrs, running a claw along my face.
I feel like I'm melting. Literally. I'm completely at her mercy now, and I'm not complaining.
Minutes later, we arrive at her house. Nice, nice place, like a one-story condo. She smiles sweetly and nuzzles her head into my shoulder as we walk to the door together, paw-in-paw ...
We turn towards each other, sharing a tight embrace. She begins to lean her muzzle towards mine ...
Be strong, Pete.
"Think I could come inside?" I ask.
"Maybe ..." She smiles, tightening her arms around me, almost squeezing me. "Think you'd shut up for a few seconds and kiss me?"
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't say no to that.
Her lips taste sweet. Heavenly sweet. I'm lost in them, pressing myself into them. She suckles on my tongue.
Right through the house, from the door to the bedroom, we never stop making out.
She smokes ... she curses like a sailor ... and she's secretly a nympho. I think I'm in love.
We fall onto the bed together, a rolling mass of fur and clothing. I quickly get undressed. I think I'm an ugly son of a bitch, but the way she looks at me suggests otherwise.
And now I'm naked as the day I was born. "Your turn, sweet thing ..."
I'd thought she looked hot with her clothes on. I'd seen nothing yet. Her curves are so perfect, almost beyond words. She has just the right amount of meat on her bones. Her bosom is nicely sized, probably a C cup from what little I know of bra sizes. My eyes trail down over her slim belly and her shapely hips. Between her legs, her nether lips just slightly peek out through the fur. Not far below, her thick, beautiful tail is accompanied by a wonderful-looking ass.
I wolf-whistle again. It only seems appropriate.
"Very funny," she mutters, her tail swishing idly ... but in an oddly seductive way. She spreads her legs apart, showing me everything there is to see.
"H-holy fuck," I mutter with an anxious gulp.
My rabbit-hood quickly makes its way out. It's big enough. Sandra grins, toothy and predatory. "Do me, bunny boy."
Oh, I don't need an invitation. I'm already climbing on top of her, burying my muzzle in her fur, just letting myself drown in her scent. My hips shift, positioning my cock until I feel its tip pressing against her wet slit. I lift my head and look into her eyes.
She nods.
I close my eyes and slide in. If my eyes stay open, it'll be over too quickly, because goddamn she feels just as good as she looks. The hot, tight folds around my cock make me shudder and shake, but somehow, I get all the way in. I'm enjoying and savoring it too much to get into my rhythm just yet.
Her pussy is just another piece of heaven. All around my shaft is warmth, and silky tightness. The wolf's moist sex tugs and clenches around my cock, just making it that much better. I honestly don't know if I can last much longer -- and I just started.
Her eyes drift shut and her muzzle opens, as if to let out a silent moan. She exhales hot breath into my fur, and I begin to pull out. I pull about half of my length out, then push back in.
She moans, and I go at it again. This time, I pull almost fully out, only to piston back in.
Another moan. I'm so lost in my own pleasure that I'm just glad we were both enjoying it.
I give in to the passion, rocking and rolling my hips, humping her with all my resolve. Turns out there's a reason they say 'fucking like rabbits'. Faster, faster, faster ... her pussy massages every possible part of my length ...
Then, without warning, her inner walls tighten, feeling ten times hotter and wetter. Sandra moans out in ecstacy, her eyes closed, her body shaking ...
Holy shit, I made her cum.
I can't enjoy her orgasm for long, because mine is not far behind. Sandra's climax make her folds tighten and ripple and squeeze on my length, sucking and milking it dry. I moan loudly, my back arching as every last drop of my seed blasts into her.
And then it's over. Afterglow settles in. We breathe slowly, chests heaving, eyes meeting.
"Gabriel isn't home tonight ..."
There's an unspoken offer in that, but I can't oblige her.
"Sandra ... I'd love to spend the night with you. But I gotta work tomorrow. Can't stay up all night having sex."
"So you'll night playing with yourself instead?" she giggles.
"That's a low blow." I start to get dressed. "Really, I'm sorry. You're the prettiest wolf I've ever laid eyes on, but duty calls."
"What about that date?"
"You mean this wasn't our date?"
"How about another one?" She winks.
God damn. With the luck I've had today, I should've bought a lottery ticket.
"How about a movie?" I ask.
She nods her agreement. "Friday." She says it with a wink, and seals it with a kiss.
Oh, the whole office is gonna hear about this!