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The Night, Part Five
A sequel to The Eve
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
The two stopped at a water fountain near the edge of the car park, and Daniel’s pawkerchief was used to go over Electra’s face again. He also dabbed at her blouse, despite thinking it wouldn’t do much good at hiding either the stains or the scent.
He started the car after they got in. “So.”
“So?”
He glanced at her and grinned. “Have a good time?”
“I had a great time, Daniel,” Electra said happily.
“Good. Do I rate a third date?”
“Oh, I think so – and a fourth, and a fifth, and however many more it takes.” She waited until he had to stop at a traffic light to lean over and kiss his cheek.
Despite the mild chill in the air, the car had its windows down as it rolled up to the Palace’s rear gate. Daniel showed his license, and they were waved in. “Do you think they noticed?” Electra asked.
“I hope not,” the buck replied, “but I doubt it. If anyone did, we’ll have to rely on their discretion.”
Helen was waiting for them at the top of the back stairs, the wolfess’ tail snapping back and forth. “Your doubles came back about a half hour ago.”
“Is something wrong, Helen?” Electra asked.
Bach glanced back and forth at the two of them. “We lost contact with you both at Lake Ragollon, and – “ she paused, sniffing. Her eyes narrowed. “I see.”
“I need to get a shower,” Electra said, and she kissed Daniel on the cheek before hurrying past the head of her guard detail.
The wolfess frowned at Daniel, who had the temerity to wink at her. “Whose idea was it?” she growled.
“Hers, if you must know.”
“Queen Ariadne will want to know.”
That brought Daniel up short. “Captain, I swear on my oath that we did not have intercourse.”
“I believe you. Nevertheless, the Queen ordered me to report on your date with the Princess, which I will do.” The wolfess smiled. “Good night, Lord Traverside.” As Daniel turned to go, she said, “Wait a moment.”
He gaped as she fished a small USB drive from a pocket of her uniform. “You might find this entertaining. It’s footage from one of the cameras in the park. Don’t worry,” she said as his ears went flat and his tail started flagging in alarm, “this is the only copy.” He took it and she added, “I must ask you, my Lord, to refrain from doing anything like that again. I will give the same advice to Her Highness.” She smiled again, and Daniel started down the stairs.
The whitetail buck went straight to his apartment, intent on getting a shower.
And maybe having a glass of something strongly alcoholic - while watching the file on the USB drive.
***
“Well, that was a wasted night.” The night editor of one of the continent’s largest tabloids glanced up from her coffee as the reporter who worked the Royal beat for the paper stormed into the dimly lit pressroom, followed by the photographer. The fox terrier threw his notepad on his desk and, still grumbling, went to pour himself a cup of coffee.
“I take it things didn’t go well?” the editor asked. The minkess stood up and walked over to the terrier’s desk as he finished making his coffee.
The photographer, a sheepdog, shrugged. “Same thing the previous date, and the one before that – “
“And the one before that,” the terrier complained. “That Princess is a looker, she’s young, she’s bound to screw up somewhere – but so far nothing! She takes some guy out, they smile a lot, have dinner, smile a lot, go to the damned opera or something, and that’s that.”
“I’m getting good pictures of her dresses,” the sheepdog said, which only seemed to irritate the fox terrier more.
“Well, you two are getting paid to be patient, and when she does start acting like a normal person and not a cartoon character, I expect words and pictures,” the minkess said. “What do we know about the schlub she was out with?”
“Baron’s son, officer in the Army Reserve, and a practicing lawyer,” the terrier rattled off. “If it weren’t for the last one, he’d be a complete Algy.”
***
When she got back to her rooms, Electra breathed a sigh of relief. No one had encountered her since she had gotten past Helen and her ears and flag were still drooping at the sight of the wolfess’ disapproving expression. Helen was her guardian, but also her friend since she was younger.
Daniel’s scent clung to her, and she briefly hugged herself, took a deep breath, and grinned happily.
Then she frowned, looking down at her blouse.
First things first, she took the blouse off and shoved it under her pillow. It would serve as a reminder of him and their first actual date – well, second date, but not one where she’d had him tied down and teased. After putting the rest of her clothes in the dirty laundry, she walked clad only in her fur to the shower.
Two showers later (she’d masturbated during the first one), the doe finished dressing for bed. Slipping into bed, her nostrils flared at the traces of buck-scent.
She slept very well that night.
“Good morning, Mother,” Electra said as she entered the small family dining room, dressed for her college classes. Her father smiled and raised his coffee cup to her.
Her mother gave her a stern look.
“Come over here, Electra,” Queen Ariadne said, “and have a seat.” The younger doe’s ears dipped and she hurriedly took a chair. “Herbert, I was given some rather extraordinary news from Captain Bach earlier.”
“Is it about Electra and Daniel getting up to mischief down at Ragollon?” the buck asked, without looking up from his newspaper.
The Queen and the Princess gave creditable impressions of gaffed fish. “Herbert?!” the older doe said.
The King glanced up from the crossword puzzle. He was using the pencil to stir his coffee, and he wiped it on his napkin before saying, “Yes, Ariadne my love?”
“You already knew about our daughter and Lord Traverside – “
“Nothing wrong in them having some fun before their marriage.”
“What? They could’ve been caught – “
“Furs have been getting naked in those trees for a thousand years and more, my dear,” Herbert completed another clue on his crossword before looking up at his wife. “The only reason there are cameras and police around the lake are for criminals, not two young lovers who want to worship the Lord and Lady. But,” and he gave his daughter a hard look, “we have to deal with the press, and they’re nastier than roaches. Don’t get in the habit of doing things in public, Electra. It won’t do a thing for your reputation, and can prove embarrassing to the family.”
“I won’t, Father,” the young doe said contritely as she filled her plate with breakfast. The vegetable strata looked delicious today, and after serving herself she poured a cup of tea.
“How did you know?” his wife demanded.
Herbert glanced at her, put his pencil down, and planted his elbows on the table.
He gazed across the table at his wife.
And very slowly raised one eyebrow.
The older doe promptly blinked before lowering her eyes and blushing furiously.
Sipping her morning tea, Electra guessed that she’d just been granted a flash of sudden insight regarding her parents.
end
PREVIOUS
A sequel to The Eve
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
The two stopped at a water fountain near the edge of the car park, and Daniel’s pawkerchief was used to go over Electra’s face again. He also dabbed at her blouse, despite thinking it wouldn’t do much good at hiding either the stains or the scent.
He started the car after they got in. “So.”
“So?”
He glanced at her and grinned. “Have a good time?”
“I had a great time, Daniel,” Electra said happily.
“Good. Do I rate a third date?”
“Oh, I think so – and a fourth, and a fifth, and however many more it takes.” She waited until he had to stop at a traffic light to lean over and kiss his cheek.
Despite the mild chill in the air, the car had its windows down as it rolled up to the Palace’s rear gate. Daniel showed his license, and they were waved in. “Do you think they noticed?” Electra asked.
“I hope not,” the buck replied, “but I doubt it. If anyone did, we’ll have to rely on their discretion.”
Helen was waiting for them at the top of the back stairs, the wolfess’ tail snapping back and forth. “Your doubles came back about a half hour ago.”
“Is something wrong, Helen?” Electra asked.
Bach glanced back and forth at the two of them. “We lost contact with you both at Lake Ragollon, and – “ she paused, sniffing. Her eyes narrowed. “I see.”
“I need to get a shower,” Electra said, and she kissed Daniel on the cheek before hurrying past the head of her guard detail.
The wolfess frowned at Daniel, who had the temerity to wink at her. “Whose idea was it?” she growled.
“Hers, if you must know.”
“Queen Ariadne will want to know.”
That brought Daniel up short. “Captain, I swear on my oath that we did not have intercourse.”
“I believe you. Nevertheless, the Queen ordered me to report on your date with the Princess, which I will do.” The wolfess smiled. “Good night, Lord Traverside.” As Daniel turned to go, she said, “Wait a moment.”
He gaped as she fished a small USB drive from a pocket of her uniform. “You might find this entertaining. It’s footage from one of the cameras in the park. Don’t worry,” she said as his ears went flat and his tail started flagging in alarm, “this is the only copy.” He took it and she added, “I must ask you, my Lord, to refrain from doing anything like that again. I will give the same advice to Her Highness.” She smiled again, and Daniel started down the stairs.
The whitetail buck went straight to his apartment, intent on getting a shower.
And maybe having a glass of something strongly alcoholic - while watching the file on the USB drive.
***
“Well, that was a wasted night.” The night editor of one of the continent’s largest tabloids glanced up from her coffee as the reporter who worked the Royal beat for the paper stormed into the dimly lit pressroom, followed by the photographer. The fox terrier threw his notepad on his desk and, still grumbling, went to pour himself a cup of coffee.
“I take it things didn’t go well?” the editor asked. The minkess stood up and walked over to the terrier’s desk as he finished making his coffee.
The photographer, a sheepdog, shrugged. “Same thing the previous date, and the one before that – “
“And the one before that,” the terrier complained. “That Princess is a looker, she’s young, she’s bound to screw up somewhere – but so far nothing! She takes some guy out, they smile a lot, have dinner, smile a lot, go to the damned opera or something, and that’s that.”
“I’m getting good pictures of her dresses,” the sheepdog said, which only seemed to irritate the fox terrier more.
“Well, you two are getting paid to be patient, and when she does start acting like a normal person and not a cartoon character, I expect words and pictures,” the minkess said. “What do we know about the schlub she was out with?”
“Baron’s son, officer in the Army Reserve, and a practicing lawyer,” the terrier rattled off. “If it weren’t for the last one, he’d be a complete Algy.”
***
When she got back to her rooms, Electra breathed a sigh of relief. No one had encountered her since she had gotten past Helen and her ears and flag were still drooping at the sight of the wolfess’ disapproving expression. Helen was her guardian, but also her friend since she was younger.
Daniel’s scent clung to her, and she briefly hugged herself, took a deep breath, and grinned happily.
Then she frowned, looking down at her blouse.
First things first, she took the blouse off and shoved it under her pillow. It would serve as a reminder of him and their first actual date – well, second date, but not one where she’d had him tied down and teased. After putting the rest of her clothes in the dirty laundry, she walked clad only in her fur to the shower.
Two showers later (she’d masturbated during the first one), the doe finished dressing for bed. Slipping into bed, her nostrils flared at the traces of buck-scent.
She slept very well that night.
“Good morning, Mother,” Electra said as she entered the small family dining room, dressed for her college classes. Her father smiled and raised his coffee cup to her.
Her mother gave her a stern look.
“Come over here, Electra,” Queen Ariadne said, “and have a seat.” The younger doe’s ears dipped and she hurriedly took a chair. “Herbert, I was given some rather extraordinary news from Captain Bach earlier.”
“Is it about Electra and Daniel getting up to mischief down at Ragollon?” the buck asked, without looking up from his newspaper.
The Queen and the Princess gave creditable impressions of gaffed fish. “Herbert?!” the older doe said.
The King glanced up from the crossword puzzle. He was using the pencil to stir his coffee, and he wiped it on his napkin before saying, “Yes, Ariadne my love?”
“You already knew about our daughter and Lord Traverside – “
“Nothing wrong in them having some fun before their marriage.”
“What? They could’ve been caught – “
“Furs have been getting naked in those trees for a thousand years and more, my dear,” Herbert completed another clue on his crossword before looking up at his wife. “The only reason there are cameras and police around the lake are for criminals, not two young lovers who want to worship the Lord and Lady. But,” and he gave his daughter a hard look, “we have to deal with the press, and they’re nastier than roaches. Don’t get in the habit of doing things in public, Electra. It won’t do a thing for your reputation, and can prove embarrassing to the family.”
“I won’t, Father,” the young doe said contritely as she filled her plate with breakfast. The vegetable strata looked delicious today, and after serving herself she poured a cup of tea.
“How did you know?” his wife demanded.
Herbert glanced at her, put his pencil down, and planted his elbows on the table.
He gazed across the table at his wife.
And very slowly raised one eyebrow.
The older doe promptly blinked before lowering her eyes and blushing furiously.
Sipping her morning tea, Electra guessed that she’d just been granted a flash of sudden insight regarding her parents.
end
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Captain Bach handing Lord Traverside the ‘blue’ USB drive kind of reminded me of that one episode of Pie in the Sky. “It’s what we call a video nasty, Mrs Crabbe. Not for those of a nervous disposition.” Granted, the vid Constable Cambridge was handing over was nothing to do with sex, though it was incriminating…
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