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Holy hell was this one tough. Trying a very different field here and by myself.
Have a look at the beginnings of Ferdinand, focusing on... a very special part.
Speical thanks to
Herr Wozzeck for all the help. every quote in (("brackets")) symbolizes the Swedish langauge is used.
============================================
Stockholm, 1990
((“Hurry up Michelle, the bus will be here anytime!”))
((“I said I’m coming Malin, gosh!”))
The marbled polecat quickly shuffled through her belongings to get what was needed for the day. Ever since choosing to start her internship program for physiotherapy overseas instead of staying in her New York comfort zone, life was nothing short of hectic. From the crash course in Swedish to housing and budgets, Michelle kept herself busy, but all in all, the reputation of overseas training would be too good to not have under her belt of successes; European sport centers are commonly considered top-notch quality facilities, and working with young contemporaries would be her most ideal scenario.
The shuttle arrived to the Polarsken Arena, just outside of the downtown area. The polecat was mesmerized at the small metropolis of a building. While she ogled the minimal and efficiency-first trademark Swedish design was commonplace since she flew in, time was of the essence for her employers, so her entire group was quickly taken for the tour of the facilities as well as the rundown of the working rooms. As they were treated to the sight of the main court, adorned in navy blue with yellow highlights, the marbled polecat couldn’t veer away from the athletes warming up, her tail swishing slowly in interest. Interest in sports was deeply ingrained in her family, but the fact that she was likely going to work around fit, young people was a fit bonus. Overall the team looked predominantly Swedish, the fair share of canines and ungulates. A hare, a mink and-
“Huh… interesting...” she hummed to herself, gazing over at the marbled polecat shooting from the 3 point line.
Over on the hardwood, said polecat got in position and threw the ball, which bounced around the rim before sinking in.
((“Toes on the line...”)) an older wolfdog chimed in.
“Fan! Hrm...”
((“Nice form anyway, but remember, always step farther than you think...”)) the canine looked up, where the clear windows of the hall upstairs showed a cluster of furs. ((“Hey, Bengtzing, check it. Live audience.”))
((“So soon? I only just got in Stockholm!”)) the polecat grinned, pulling his hairband out, letting his locks fall.
((“I know you’re supposed to be the hot young thing, but we can’t have the Bursa entourage fly over in just yet. You might be talked about, but head in the game, not in the tail!”))
((“I kid, Andrzejewicz, no need to always have a sermon.”))
((Heh, alright. C’mon, practice is over. Gotta hit the showers, I'm gamy enough…))
((“We still gotta go up to the ninth floor? Are the locker rooms still under maintenance?”))
((“Hey, with guys like Armbruster and Svenquist, is a miracle the sewer didn't break with all the shedding! Musk ox and Buffalo, had to happen sooner or later. C’mon let's go!”))
Back up in the hall, the female polecat watched as the pair walked away into the building along with the rest of the players. Something told her this place was going to be just right…
“Möt mig i Rum M-21...Våning nummer Tio, ja?” ((Meet me in the Room M-21, Floor number Ten, yes?))
“Ja”
...If she knew where exactly she was working in this stadium. “Wait what was-fuck!”
Getting “acknowledged” to the players made her miss directions, finding herself alone on a stadium she didn’t know. She tried her hardest to recall the instructions she overheard. “Okay, Michelle… focus…what was it… Våning nummer...Nio? Nio, yeah...” She quickly made her way through the narrow halls, attempting to find any stairs or elevator. Getting fired for tardiness on the first day wasn’t an option. Once she reached the ninth floor, she scurried through all the doors, trying to find hers.
((“So which one you would want to chase first, Bengtzing? Turkish or Swedish tail?”))
The polecat disrobed nonchalantly, standing stark naked alongside his teammates. At some point on this career, you’ll lose the eventual shame with those close, ((“Oof… hard one there, Gundersen...You can’t compare two very different kinds of beauty...”))
((“One night with the hottest of each country, who?”)) the stoat replied, also getting ready to clean himself.
((“Well, once you get a year in there you’ll see it’s a damn different-”))
Only then he realized the change of shadows, prompting him to look at the door which had swung open a while ago. There stood a female marbled polecat, petrified in her own embarrassment at the sight of a completely naked players; including a fellow marbled polecat, pretty much flashing off everything to her.
“Va' fan?!” Ferdinand tried to find something to cover up, hastily grabbing a big bottle of fur wash to cover his decency.
The sudden burst of his voice made Michelle react, shaking her head and looking away. “S-Sorry! Sorry!” she quickly covered her eyes and attempted to clumsily shut the door, sprinting away as quick but inconspicuously as she could.
((“I’ll take that as Turkish tail...”))
((“SHUT UP KARL!”))
New York, 1991
“YOU. DID. NOT!” a flashy doe jested. “You’re shitting me, baby...”
“How was I supposed to kno-” the polecat choked in laughter, burying her face in her paws. “Nio, Tio...They sounded the same to me!”
A hyena drank from her cup of coffee and shifted in her chair. “I just can´t believe you got away that easy! You told Malin?”
“I never told no one, Janet, I had a job to keep after all. When I finally found the room I had to be in, I had to pretend nothing happened even if my fur was standing. I didn't dare talk to anyone that day, barely small talk… but it all got back to normal, thank GOD!”
“Guessing you blocked him away and ignored him for the rest of your stay?”
Michelle chuckled. “Actually...”
“What did you do next, hon?”
“Me?! I let things go their course, it all happened naturally...”
“What happened ´naturally´?”
“Well, you're not gonna believe me, guys...”
_***_
The months passed by, as the mustelid tried to stay as focused as possible on her job. Lessons, practices and avoiding that marbled polecat athlete like the plague. She tried her hardest to erase that incident from her mind, and thank heavens he didn't report it to anyone. Although, that was not an obstacle to have some glances at the members of the Stormvind. How couldn't she? Svenquist's enormous biceps, Gundersen's lovely frame…. Even the forward who was her equal in species was a pleasure for her to look at, locker room accident and all.
It all became pretty routine: When the team was away, she focused on the theory of her job; when they were home, the therapy team offered their services, from routine procedures to injury treatment. Due to her lack of experience, she was always accompanying her seniors when it came time to help injured players. Between some ogling the male ones and gossiping with the female ones, her job was pretty enjoyable.
Not to mention, VIP first seat to all the home games, added entertainment and she was an important part to keep them up. They started strong, some scarce losses, but they were well on their way to playoff land. That night, it was an intense game versus local powerhouse London; easily the most heated game to date. The good news? Win. Bad news? Four players down, two with longer term injuries. Time to get to work.
((“Back sprain and hyperextended knee. They’ll need care, but they’ll be back soon. Crnjac, follow me, you’ll help me...”))
((“Yes, Miss Svensson...”))
The pair tended to the female elk swingfur’s sprain first, with Michelle instructed to take notes half of the time, including walking through the halls. ((“Silvia will recover quick. This one requires a bit more of time...Hello Bengtzing, regretting that dive?”))
Michelle’s heart skipped a beat. Him? Out of ALL players? The polecat on the stretcher didn’t seem to notice her at first, greeting the main therapist in charge of him.
((“Hope you don’t mind some company today; she’s new and will just take notes most of the time and help me as you get better”)) she said while taking a look at his knee.
The intern seemed familiar to him, not entirely putting his finger on it. ((“Yeah, sure Lotta...”))
The female polecat had her eyes fixed on her notebook, drawing cubes or actually writing what she was instructed, everything possible to not look at the polecat she already saw more than enough on their first meet. He glanced at the meek student when she didn’t look, she glanced at the athletic injured mustelid when he didn’t look.
((“Don’t know why she’s such a shut-in now, since she’s very gossipy around people...”))
Ferdinand shrugged, cringing at the feeling of stinging pain in his left knee. ((“Maybe a twisted knee is what really gets her?”))
((“C’mon Michelle, don’t be antisocial, you gotta learn of this first hand too...”))
“GODDAMNIT LOTTA…” she glanced a quick stare at her supervisor as she went over to the athletic polecat, trying hard to not look at him, focused on what Lotta had to say of his injury. Ferdinand however, finally recognized her as the one from that day in the locker room. Instead of ratting out, he chose to play a bit sly once the senior therapist walked out to get the correct brace.
((“It is not that hard, you know...”))
Michelle turned to the voice, to the polecat in the stretcher more specifically.
((“I’m Ferdinand, just in case if you just know me by my last name only. You?”)) he pointed to the back of his jersey.
She looked away for a second. ((“Michelle. Pleasure is mine...”)) she replied.
((“Not what I would’ve thought after that day when you opened the wrong door”))
The mustelid blushed at the thought, stroking her highlighted hair, not realizing she went back to her native English. “Sorry… about that. New to the place and… all that”
Ferdinand chuckled. “No sweat. Not first time.”
She smiled a bit at his thick Swedish accent. At least it looked like he wouldn’t blame her and tell on her, so maybe the relationship can be more norma-
((“Crnjac! Need you to move to Silvia’s case again!”))
“GODDAMNIT LOTTA!” she thought. With a polite goodbye, Michelle made her way to the other room she was called in.
“Is ok, Michelle. Guess I will see you later...” Ferdinand smiled, nodding, which she replied with one of her own.
Ferdinand faced his current caregiver. “Lotta?”
“Hm?”
((“When do you think the new girl will be able to handle a twisted knee on her own?”))
----**----
Days passed by after that meeting, and Michelle’s mind slowly phased out the other players in favor of the polecat. Not only was he a perfect specimen of a mustelid she’d be all over on, but his calm and nice demeanor was a soothing contrast from the quick-paced new yorkers she came to date before. Ferdinand was knowledgeable, serene and what she could only describe as “European”. They only managed to meet very sporadically between her studies and his planning, but each time, she always made sure she had a nice perfume or pamper herself a little bit more on any special dates.
((“Crnjac, change of plans, you’re going to take Farina’s rehab patient while she takes yours. Scheduling.”))
((“Ja ja, who was hers again?”))
((“She takes Andrzejewicz, you take Bengtzing...”))
Her eyes shot wide open. ((“Hyperextended knee? That Bengtzing?”)) “Herrejävlar...”
((“His knee is healthy enough for you to take over without any help. You know what to do.”))
((“Y-Yes ma’am...”)) she hid her feelings. So, destiny put her and that dreamy polecat in the same room for days? Win. Trying to remain as stoic as possible, she made her way to the room.
“Hi, Doc.” the injured mustelid grinned.
Michelle scoffed. “Doc...How are you feeling?”
“Much better, but walking still...stings...” Ferdinand grunted, moving his jersey away, showing his topless body to the therapist.
Michelle flickered her ears at him. “Ja… so… guessing I may see then…”
There was no way Michelle could deny it: Ferdinand was extremely attractive, and that their first meet was the worst way that could have gone didn’t make it easy on her whenever she wanted to talk or see him. But as the days went by, his easygoing demeanor and “foreign” charm made Michelle feel at ease around him; getting to know each other just a little bit more by each session. It did (and paradoxically didn’t) help that the player seemed to feel the physical attraction she had. In one instance, while she was busy with her nose in her notebook reviewing instructions, Ferdinand sneakily directed his tail to touch the tip of hers, causing her to jump on her seat and look at him, only for him to look coy at her surprise. Michelle soon found relaxed with him, but still wary about going any further. One thing was for certain, he was still as dreamy to her as he was on day one.
((“Today’s the day?”))
((“Yup, just... let me check something real quick...”)) Michelle said reaching her notebook.
Ferdinand laid back, arms behind his head. ((“I understand coach’s paranoia with my knee, but I think is really due time that I would get out and p-”)) he gasped, jumping in his seat in surprise. The female polecat apparently didn’t see the bottle of water next to her pen, spilling all over her patient. ((“Argh! Cold, cold, cold...”))
Michelle’s ears perked and she was taken aback in shock. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry… I’m...” As she hastily reached for a towel and tried to pat dry her accident, the sight of Ferdinand’s abs, which the water accentuated further, was becoming a main focus in her mind. Her tail flicked side to side as she got lost in Ferdinand’s body. The male polecat was starting to become amused at her, smiling a bit at her. But her lunging at his snout for a peck at his lips was definitely unexpected; the slight blushing on his ears not matching Michelle’s reddened cheeks. Back in her meekness, she started packing her things, ready to leave the room.
“Guess that… I maybe should go… you should be… be ready to play for tomorrow...” she softly said, her ears dropping, heading towards the door.
“Oj oj…” the polecat muttered. “...Michelle?”
“Hm?”
((“Well, if you want… no one really works tomorrow since we have kind of a break, I can invite you a coffee tonight at my place… if you’re interested...”)) Ferdinand asked, baring his teeth in a warm smile.
Michelle’s tail swished gently, looking into his amber eyes. “Ja… would love too...” She wasn't sure how she ended in this… but boy was she glad she ended up in this. That polecat was sure great in all aspects. Ferdinand shifted in his seat, making sure he could look at the female polecat one more time. Not short after, Lotta walked in.
((“How it went Bengtzing?”)) the senior therapist asked.
The mustelid snickered. ((“Exactly how you expect…”))
((“Oj oj… Anyway, coming from “The Big Apple” as she puts it, is amusing how shy she turned out around ya”))
((“I guess, starstruck much? Heh… Anyway, thanks for collaborating.”))
((“I hope you ain't sacrificing your knee for a hookup, honey...”)) The squirrel raised an eyebrow.
((“Nah. She knows what she is doing, you know…”)) Ferdinand grinned.
----**----
The frigid night came by. Michelle made sure to dress comfortably; she wouldn't style up unless the event demanded so, plus, she didn't think about it too much after Ferdinand saw her in a dull uniform most of the time. The door opened, and she was greeted by the fellow polecat, who had a good foot in height over her, on a similarly casual style with his hair not tied up for a change, letting his locks fall down. If she pictured him in a swimsuit and a surfboard he could have been a spot on West Coaster.
“Hi Michelle…”
“Hey Nandy…”
“Hm? Nandy?”
“I mean, a nickname?”
“Heh… never heard it like that before...”
“Great going Michelle. Fucking up…” She shrugged, smiling and going into the household. While it has some semblance to what she imagined it would be like after their talks, him still living with his parents. What she could detail that was different from the standard “parents guy” house was some very beautiful ethnic trinkets decorating the house, breaking the Swedish monotony she grew accustomed to. It sure added some more intrigue to this polecat.
“Huh… didn't know you or your family was much into Middle Eastern stuff…”
Ferdinand looked over. “Mom is Turkish… I was actually in Turkey for most of last year on the league.” He said, reaching over the Pinstolar Bursa jersey he had stored on one of the drawers. “They thought it was good start for me to play professionally until I was brung back to Sweden…” The mustelid noticed his guest giggling as he spoke. “What happened?”
“… No worries. I just think your accent’s… kinda cute…” she replied in a flirty way.
“Heh, same, never heard that colorful English before…” the Swedish polecat added, shooting a coy look at his guest.
Michelle shrugged. “Joisey…” she noticed Ferdinand cocking his head in confusion “Around New York”
“New York? Pretty city, ja!” he went back to store his jersey. “I just had...not lots of English practice recently. It is Swedish or Turkish…” Ferdinand added.
“You know Turkish?” The female polecat asked, interested.
“Tabii…” he switched to Turkish flawlessly. “Was raised in two...in two… languages!” he switched not as flawlessly to English, prompting her to smile at him.
“Heh… I enjoy cultures and travelling… kinda jealous you do so often…”
The evening passed by serenely between the two, learning a lot from each other, from her knowing Ferdinand’s affinity towards his family and all his experience as a player; best pizza ever in Milan, getting mugged in Liverpool, jossing with the Finns in Swedish, to his fascination with the United States and where she hailed from, her amusement at his interest on what she considered her run-of-the-mill native New York. There was no denying there was a connection between the two. They both had their experiment with one night flings before, (Granted, shy muslim Turkish women and New Yorkers with possibly scary connections much different), but they both ticked a lot of the other’s boxes.
“I only went to the US once. New York with the Turkish team to visit, it was amazing!” Ferdinand chimed, looking over some polaroids while taking a sip from the coffee he made.
“Yeah… There’s the Empire State, The World Trade Center…it’s a wild place, but it’s beautiful to live once you get how it is…” she fixed her hair, shivering a bit at the temperature drop. “Ever thought of going to the FBA?”
Ferdinand bit his lip. “Ja… but… is big trip, big change… I am happy here so far…”
The shorter mustelid nodded. “Well, I was told you play very well, who knows what the future will hold for you…”
“Ja… ja…” he sighed, noticing his guest shivering a bit. Considering all that transpired, he guessed it wouldn’t do harm for him to make his own moves. He took position behind her for a cuddle, resting his chin over her head, Ferdinand having some fun with his height advantage over her, his tail resting on her lap. “Heh, no worries, I know Sweden is not kindest some nights...”
Michelle was surprised, but couldn’t deny the larger polecat read her like a book… or that his warmth was extremely soothing, leading her nuzzling the taller polecat’s warm chest and neck, taking the scent of his fur. She leaned back, her weight making both of them lay down where they were, nuzzling and purring at each other as they dozed off.
While not much happened that night; both mustelids falling dead asleep on the couch, Michelle was clear that waking up on Ferdinand’s chest, hearing his soothing heartbeat was the best feeling she experimented in Sweden by a long shot, this one being topped by the kissing they engaged in once Ferdinand woke up.
----
“You bagged a keeper, Mimi!” Deena laughed. “Too bad you only had to escape America to get it!”
“Pfft, c’mon...” the mustelid rolled her eyes.
“Just kiddin’ baby...”
“But yeah… he is special… definitely better than…”
“Sammy?”
Michelle cocked an eyebrow. “We agreed to not mention him. Ever…”
Deena dropped some bills on the counter as a tip. “Any plans for tomorrow? Michelle? Janet?”
“Ya know it babe...” the hyena replied.
“Actually, gotta go pack, going overseas tomorrow again...” Michelle replied.
“Pretty swanky, Mimi… Where this time?”
“Back to Stockholm. I only have so many vacation days here in New York...”
“Oooh, so when are we going to meet your Thor?”
Michelle scoffed. “Who knows...But yeah, I am gonna see him once again, hopefully...” she smiled.
“Can you bring us hot men for us too this time, you selfish bitch?” she laughed out loud.
“Pfft… Fuck ya Janet…”
Have a look at the beginnings of Ferdinand, focusing on... a very special part.
Speical thanks to
Herr Wozzeck for all the help. every quote in (("brackets")) symbolizes the Swedish langauge is used.============================================
Stockholm, 1990
((“Hurry up Michelle, the bus will be here anytime!”))
((“I said I’m coming Malin, gosh!”))
The marbled polecat quickly shuffled through her belongings to get what was needed for the day. Ever since choosing to start her internship program for physiotherapy overseas instead of staying in her New York comfort zone, life was nothing short of hectic. From the crash course in Swedish to housing and budgets, Michelle kept herself busy, but all in all, the reputation of overseas training would be too good to not have under her belt of successes; European sport centers are commonly considered top-notch quality facilities, and working with young contemporaries would be her most ideal scenario.
The shuttle arrived to the Polarsken Arena, just outside of the downtown area. The polecat was mesmerized at the small metropolis of a building. While she ogled the minimal and efficiency-first trademark Swedish design was commonplace since she flew in, time was of the essence for her employers, so her entire group was quickly taken for the tour of the facilities as well as the rundown of the working rooms. As they were treated to the sight of the main court, adorned in navy blue with yellow highlights, the marbled polecat couldn’t veer away from the athletes warming up, her tail swishing slowly in interest. Interest in sports was deeply ingrained in her family, but the fact that she was likely going to work around fit, young people was a fit bonus. Overall the team looked predominantly Swedish, the fair share of canines and ungulates. A hare, a mink and-
“Huh… interesting...” she hummed to herself, gazing over at the marbled polecat shooting from the 3 point line.
Over on the hardwood, said polecat got in position and threw the ball, which bounced around the rim before sinking in.
((“Toes on the line...”)) an older wolfdog chimed in.
“Fan! Hrm...”
((“Nice form anyway, but remember, always step farther than you think...”)) the canine looked up, where the clear windows of the hall upstairs showed a cluster of furs. ((“Hey, Bengtzing, check it. Live audience.”))
((“So soon? I only just got in Stockholm!”)) the polecat grinned, pulling his hairband out, letting his locks fall.
((“I know you’re supposed to be the hot young thing, but we can’t have the Bursa entourage fly over in just yet. You might be talked about, but head in the game, not in the tail!”))
((“I kid, Andrzejewicz, no need to always have a sermon.”))
((Heh, alright. C’mon, practice is over. Gotta hit the showers, I'm gamy enough…))
((“We still gotta go up to the ninth floor? Are the locker rooms still under maintenance?”))
((“Hey, with guys like Armbruster and Svenquist, is a miracle the sewer didn't break with all the shedding! Musk ox and Buffalo, had to happen sooner or later. C’mon let's go!”))
Back up in the hall, the female polecat watched as the pair walked away into the building along with the rest of the players. Something told her this place was going to be just right…
“Möt mig i Rum M-21...Våning nummer Tio, ja?” ((Meet me in the Room M-21, Floor number Ten, yes?))
“Ja”
...If she knew where exactly she was working in this stadium. “Wait what was-fuck!”
Getting “acknowledged” to the players made her miss directions, finding herself alone on a stadium she didn’t know. She tried her hardest to recall the instructions she overheard. “Okay, Michelle… focus…what was it… Våning nummer...Nio? Nio, yeah...” She quickly made her way through the narrow halls, attempting to find any stairs or elevator. Getting fired for tardiness on the first day wasn’t an option. Once she reached the ninth floor, she scurried through all the doors, trying to find hers.
((“So which one you would want to chase first, Bengtzing? Turkish or Swedish tail?”))
The polecat disrobed nonchalantly, standing stark naked alongside his teammates. At some point on this career, you’ll lose the eventual shame with those close, ((“Oof… hard one there, Gundersen...You can’t compare two very different kinds of beauty...”))
((“One night with the hottest of each country, who?”)) the stoat replied, also getting ready to clean himself.
((“Well, once you get a year in there you’ll see it’s a damn different-”))
Only then he realized the change of shadows, prompting him to look at the door which had swung open a while ago. There stood a female marbled polecat, petrified in her own embarrassment at the sight of a completely naked players; including a fellow marbled polecat, pretty much flashing off everything to her.
“Va' fan?!” Ferdinand tried to find something to cover up, hastily grabbing a big bottle of fur wash to cover his decency.
The sudden burst of his voice made Michelle react, shaking her head and looking away. “S-Sorry! Sorry!” she quickly covered her eyes and attempted to clumsily shut the door, sprinting away as quick but inconspicuously as she could.
((“I’ll take that as Turkish tail...”))
((“SHUT UP KARL!”))
New York, 1991
“YOU. DID. NOT!” a flashy doe jested. “You’re shitting me, baby...”
“How was I supposed to kno-” the polecat choked in laughter, burying her face in her paws. “Nio, Tio...They sounded the same to me!”
A hyena drank from her cup of coffee and shifted in her chair. “I just can´t believe you got away that easy! You told Malin?”
“I never told no one, Janet, I had a job to keep after all. When I finally found the room I had to be in, I had to pretend nothing happened even if my fur was standing. I didn't dare talk to anyone that day, barely small talk… but it all got back to normal, thank GOD!”
“Guessing you blocked him away and ignored him for the rest of your stay?”
Michelle chuckled. “Actually...”
“What did you do next, hon?”
“Me?! I let things go their course, it all happened naturally...”
“What happened ´naturally´?”
“Well, you're not gonna believe me, guys...”
_***_
The months passed by, as the mustelid tried to stay as focused as possible on her job. Lessons, practices and avoiding that marbled polecat athlete like the plague. She tried her hardest to erase that incident from her mind, and thank heavens he didn't report it to anyone. Although, that was not an obstacle to have some glances at the members of the Stormvind. How couldn't she? Svenquist's enormous biceps, Gundersen's lovely frame…. Even the forward who was her equal in species was a pleasure for her to look at, locker room accident and all.
It all became pretty routine: When the team was away, she focused on the theory of her job; when they were home, the therapy team offered their services, from routine procedures to injury treatment. Due to her lack of experience, she was always accompanying her seniors when it came time to help injured players. Between some ogling the male ones and gossiping with the female ones, her job was pretty enjoyable.
Not to mention, VIP first seat to all the home games, added entertainment and she was an important part to keep them up. They started strong, some scarce losses, but they were well on their way to playoff land. That night, it was an intense game versus local powerhouse London; easily the most heated game to date. The good news? Win. Bad news? Four players down, two with longer term injuries. Time to get to work.
((“Back sprain and hyperextended knee. They’ll need care, but they’ll be back soon. Crnjac, follow me, you’ll help me...”))
((“Yes, Miss Svensson...”))
The pair tended to the female elk swingfur’s sprain first, with Michelle instructed to take notes half of the time, including walking through the halls. ((“Silvia will recover quick. This one requires a bit more of time...Hello Bengtzing, regretting that dive?”))
Michelle’s heart skipped a beat. Him? Out of ALL players? The polecat on the stretcher didn’t seem to notice her at first, greeting the main therapist in charge of him.
((“Hope you don’t mind some company today; she’s new and will just take notes most of the time and help me as you get better”)) she said while taking a look at his knee.
The intern seemed familiar to him, not entirely putting his finger on it. ((“Yeah, sure Lotta...”))
The female polecat had her eyes fixed on her notebook, drawing cubes or actually writing what she was instructed, everything possible to not look at the polecat she already saw more than enough on their first meet. He glanced at the meek student when she didn’t look, she glanced at the athletic injured mustelid when he didn’t look.
((“Don’t know why she’s such a shut-in now, since she’s very gossipy around people...”))
Ferdinand shrugged, cringing at the feeling of stinging pain in his left knee. ((“Maybe a twisted knee is what really gets her?”))
((“C’mon Michelle, don’t be antisocial, you gotta learn of this first hand too...”))
“GODDAMNIT LOTTA…” she glanced a quick stare at her supervisor as she went over to the athletic polecat, trying hard to not look at him, focused on what Lotta had to say of his injury. Ferdinand however, finally recognized her as the one from that day in the locker room. Instead of ratting out, he chose to play a bit sly once the senior therapist walked out to get the correct brace.
((“It is not that hard, you know...”))
Michelle turned to the voice, to the polecat in the stretcher more specifically.
((“I’m Ferdinand, just in case if you just know me by my last name only. You?”)) he pointed to the back of his jersey.
She looked away for a second. ((“Michelle. Pleasure is mine...”)) she replied.
((“Not what I would’ve thought after that day when you opened the wrong door”))
The mustelid blushed at the thought, stroking her highlighted hair, not realizing she went back to her native English. “Sorry… about that. New to the place and… all that”
Ferdinand chuckled. “No sweat. Not first time.”
She smiled a bit at his thick Swedish accent. At least it looked like he wouldn’t blame her and tell on her, so maybe the relationship can be more norma-
((“Crnjac! Need you to move to Silvia’s case again!”))
“GODDAMNIT LOTTA!” she thought. With a polite goodbye, Michelle made her way to the other room she was called in.
“Is ok, Michelle. Guess I will see you later...” Ferdinand smiled, nodding, which she replied with one of her own.
Ferdinand faced his current caregiver. “Lotta?”
“Hm?”
((“When do you think the new girl will be able to handle a twisted knee on her own?”))
----**----
Days passed by after that meeting, and Michelle’s mind slowly phased out the other players in favor of the polecat. Not only was he a perfect specimen of a mustelid she’d be all over on, but his calm and nice demeanor was a soothing contrast from the quick-paced new yorkers she came to date before. Ferdinand was knowledgeable, serene and what she could only describe as “European”. They only managed to meet very sporadically between her studies and his planning, but each time, she always made sure she had a nice perfume or pamper herself a little bit more on any special dates.
((“Crnjac, change of plans, you’re going to take Farina’s rehab patient while she takes yours. Scheduling.”))
((“Ja ja, who was hers again?”))
((“She takes Andrzejewicz, you take Bengtzing...”))
Her eyes shot wide open. ((“Hyperextended knee? That Bengtzing?”)) “Herrejävlar...”
((“His knee is healthy enough for you to take over without any help. You know what to do.”))
((“Y-Yes ma’am...”)) she hid her feelings. So, destiny put her and that dreamy polecat in the same room for days? Win. Trying to remain as stoic as possible, she made her way to the room.
“Hi, Doc.” the injured mustelid grinned.
Michelle scoffed. “Doc...How are you feeling?”
“Much better, but walking still...stings...” Ferdinand grunted, moving his jersey away, showing his topless body to the therapist.
Michelle flickered her ears at him. “Ja… so… guessing I may see then…”
There was no way Michelle could deny it: Ferdinand was extremely attractive, and that their first meet was the worst way that could have gone didn’t make it easy on her whenever she wanted to talk or see him. But as the days went by, his easygoing demeanor and “foreign” charm made Michelle feel at ease around him; getting to know each other just a little bit more by each session. It did (and paradoxically didn’t) help that the player seemed to feel the physical attraction she had. In one instance, while she was busy with her nose in her notebook reviewing instructions, Ferdinand sneakily directed his tail to touch the tip of hers, causing her to jump on her seat and look at him, only for him to look coy at her surprise. Michelle soon found relaxed with him, but still wary about going any further. One thing was for certain, he was still as dreamy to her as he was on day one.
((“Today’s the day?”))
((“Yup, just... let me check something real quick...”)) Michelle said reaching her notebook.
Ferdinand laid back, arms behind his head. ((“I understand coach’s paranoia with my knee, but I think is really due time that I would get out and p-”)) he gasped, jumping in his seat in surprise. The female polecat apparently didn’t see the bottle of water next to her pen, spilling all over her patient. ((“Argh! Cold, cold, cold...”))
Michelle’s ears perked and she was taken aback in shock. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry… I’m...” As she hastily reached for a towel and tried to pat dry her accident, the sight of Ferdinand’s abs, which the water accentuated further, was becoming a main focus in her mind. Her tail flicked side to side as she got lost in Ferdinand’s body. The male polecat was starting to become amused at her, smiling a bit at her. But her lunging at his snout for a peck at his lips was definitely unexpected; the slight blushing on his ears not matching Michelle’s reddened cheeks. Back in her meekness, she started packing her things, ready to leave the room.
“Guess that… I maybe should go… you should be… be ready to play for tomorrow...” she softly said, her ears dropping, heading towards the door.
“Oj oj…” the polecat muttered. “...Michelle?”
“Hm?”
((“Well, if you want… no one really works tomorrow since we have kind of a break, I can invite you a coffee tonight at my place… if you’re interested...”)) Ferdinand asked, baring his teeth in a warm smile.
Michelle’s tail swished gently, looking into his amber eyes. “Ja… would love too...” She wasn't sure how she ended in this… but boy was she glad she ended up in this. That polecat was sure great in all aspects. Ferdinand shifted in his seat, making sure he could look at the female polecat one more time. Not short after, Lotta walked in.
((“How it went Bengtzing?”)) the senior therapist asked.
The mustelid snickered. ((“Exactly how you expect…”))
((“Oj oj… Anyway, coming from “The Big Apple” as she puts it, is amusing how shy she turned out around ya”))
((“I guess, starstruck much? Heh… Anyway, thanks for collaborating.”))
((“I hope you ain't sacrificing your knee for a hookup, honey...”)) The squirrel raised an eyebrow.
((“Nah. She knows what she is doing, you know…”)) Ferdinand grinned.
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The frigid night came by. Michelle made sure to dress comfortably; she wouldn't style up unless the event demanded so, plus, she didn't think about it too much after Ferdinand saw her in a dull uniform most of the time. The door opened, and she was greeted by the fellow polecat, who had a good foot in height over her, on a similarly casual style with his hair not tied up for a change, letting his locks fall down. If she pictured him in a swimsuit and a surfboard he could have been a spot on West Coaster.
“Hi Michelle…”
“Hey Nandy…”
“Hm? Nandy?”
“I mean, a nickname?”
“Heh… never heard it like that before...”
“Great going Michelle. Fucking up…” She shrugged, smiling and going into the household. While it has some semblance to what she imagined it would be like after their talks, him still living with his parents. What she could detail that was different from the standard “parents guy” house was some very beautiful ethnic trinkets decorating the house, breaking the Swedish monotony she grew accustomed to. It sure added some more intrigue to this polecat.
“Huh… didn't know you or your family was much into Middle Eastern stuff…”
Ferdinand looked over. “Mom is Turkish… I was actually in Turkey for most of last year on the league.” He said, reaching over the Pinstolar Bursa jersey he had stored on one of the drawers. “They thought it was good start for me to play professionally until I was brung back to Sweden…” The mustelid noticed his guest giggling as he spoke. “What happened?”
“… No worries. I just think your accent’s… kinda cute…” she replied in a flirty way.
“Heh, same, never heard that colorful English before…” the Swedish polecat added, shooting a coy look at his guest.
Michelle shrugged. “Joisey…” she noticed Ferdinand cocking his head in confusion “Around New York”
“New York? Pretty city, ja!” he went back to store his jersey. “I just had...not lots of English practice recently. It is Swedish or Turkish…” Ferdinand added.
“You know Turkish?” The female polecat asked, interested.
“Tabii…” he switched to Turkish flawlessly. “Was raised in two...in two… languages!” he switched not as flawlessly to English, prompting her to smile at him.
“Heh… I enjoy cultures and travelling… kinda jealous you do so often…”
The evening passed by serenely between the two, learning a lot from each other, from her knowing Ferdinand’s affinity towards his family and all his experience as a player; best pizza ever in Milan, getting mugged in Liverpool, jossing with the Finns in Swedish, to his fascination with the United States and where she hailed from, her amusement at his interest on what she considered her run-of-the-mill native New York. There was no denying there was a connection between the two. They both had their experiment with one night flings before, (Granted, shy muslim Turkish women and New Yorkers with possibly scary connections much different), but they both ticked a lot of the other’s boxes.
“I only went to the US once. New York with the Turkish team to visit, it was amazing!” Ferdinand chimed, looking over some polaroids while taking a sip from the coffee he made.
“Yeah… There’s the Empire State, The World Trade Center…it’s a wild place, but it’s beautiful to live once you get how it is…” she fixed her hair, shivering a bit at the temperature drop. “Ever thought of going to the FBA?”
Ferdinand bit his lip. “Ja… but… is big trip, big change… I am happy here so far…”
The shorter mustelid nodded. “Well, I was told you play very well, who knows what the future will hold for you…”
“Ja… ja…” he sighed, noticing his guest shivering a bit. Considering all that transpired, he guessed it wouldn’t do harm for him to make his own moves. He took position behind her for a cuddle, resting his chin over her head, Ferdinand having some fun with his height advantage over her, his tail resting on her lap. “Heh, no worries, I know Sweden is not kindest some nights...”
Michelle was surprised, but couldn’t deny the larger polecat read her like a book… or that his warmth was extremely soothing, leading her nuzzling the taller polecat’s warm chest and neck, taking the scent of his fur. She leaned back, her weight making both of them lay down where they were, nuzzling and purring at each other as they dozed off.
While not much happened that night; both mustelids falling dead asleep on the couch, Michelle was clear that waking up on Ferdinand’s chest, hearing his soothing heartbeat was the best feeling she experimented in Sweden by a long shot, this one being topped by the kissing they engaged in once Ferdinand woke up.
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“You bagged a keeper, Mimi!” Deena laughed. “Too bad you only had to escape America to get it!”
“Pfft, c’mon...” the mustelid rolled her eyes.
“Just kiddin’ baby...”
“But yeah… he is special… definitely better than…”
“Sammy?”
Michelle cocked an eyebrow. “We agreed to not mention him. Ever…”
Deena dropped some bills on the counter as a tip. “Any plans for tomorrow? Michelle? Janet?”
“Ya know it babe...” the hyena replied.
“Actually, gotta go pack, going overseas tomorrow again...” Michelle replied.
“Pretty swanky, Mimi… Where this time?”
“Back to Stockholm. I only have so many vacation days here in New York...”
“Oooh, so when are we going to meet your Thor?”
Michelle scoffed. “Who knows...But yeah, I am gonna see him once again, hopefully...” she smiled.
“Can you bring us hot men for us too this time, you selfish bitch?” she laughed out loud.
“Pfft… Fuck ya Janet…”
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Liked this a lot! Love the interaction between Ferdinand and the guys, Michelle and her friends, and how they change when they finally get together. You certainly didn't disappoint even with the change of subject :)
...and of course, the fact it's set in Stockholm is definitely a plus. XD
...and of course, the fact it's set in Stockholm is definitely a plus. XD
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