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Based fairly closely to true events from about 3 months ago.~
Smoke billowed out from parted lips, forming tendrils which wrapped their arms around Lola’s spinning head. The dank feeling of the basement floor across the bottom of her feet sent eerie chills up her spine, her eyes sliding open for the briefest of seconds to greet the sweat filled and euphoria flowing scene before her.
She had barely any recollection of how she ended up in this stranger’s abode. The pounding electronic music which pumped from the speakers sent the lines of blow dancing across the mirror. The bodies which swayed in front of the feline’s vision were all one massive blur, like the individual creatures of the night had merged into one fearsome beast.
The most she could recall was following a group of rather sensual looking beings to a party they were attending. Her eyes trained hard on their swaying hips, their voluptuous lips and movements only a swaying palm could imitate. Down a few side streets, down three flights of stairs, and through two locked doors had Lola staring into the belly of an ecstasy induced demon.
From her reclined position on the couch, with two extremely attractive looking felines of some kind sprawled across her lap, Lola eyed a rather curious being sifting through the mass of crammed torsos. A slender and shimmering vixen lighted down on the love-seat across from Lola, their eyes meeting over the hookah which perched on the table between them.
Lola’s lips pursed against the end of the hose, inhaling a steady and intoxicating breath of pomegranate and strawberry blend of shisha. Her mouth barely open, she began to billow out smoke like a chimney, her hand working to form the smoke into some recognizable shape. A draconic image formed, flapping its gray smoky wings through the air until they brushed against the vixen’s cheek. She blinked in surprise and smiled.
The vixen in turn inhaled deeply, her cherry-red lips parting to exhale. The smoke swirled from her mouth in deadly curls, only forming gentle snakes which slid through the air. She was unable to warp the smoke and darkness of the basement air as Lola could.
The Siamese smiled, a new lung full of smoke escaping through her nose. The smoke shot through the air towards the vixen, wrapping around her body possessively as Lola grinned. The girls in her lap began to stir, and noticing the new presence across from them, clung more possessively to Lola. She shook them off.
The vixen shot dagger-like stares at the two felines, though her expression softened when she gazed back at Lola. Although the music still blasted in the background, the two seemed content in the silent conversation they shared. Eventually the women rose from their seats, moving out into the pulsating body of individual dancers.
Lola could barely feel her consciousness, her body moving fluidly against the vixen as she lost all control of mental stability. The monsters of her psyche had retreated, unable to wake her from her euphoric and hypnotic state. Lola was alone in some stranger’s basement, swaying to the bass while endorphins coursed through her veins. Her hips merging with her dancing partner, the two swayed to the beat of the music, hands traveling up and down spines and clawing at hips.
Soon the two were locked in a passionate kiss, tingling sparks lighting Lola’s lips on fire. She had lost her mental connection with the world, her body following the urges which swam through it. The vixen deepened the kiss, her tongue lapping at Lola’s lower lip as her hand subtly pressed palm-ward into the feline’s crotch.
A deep groan wretched from Lola’s throat, her body pressing eagerly against the vixen as they continued to dance. As the night progressed, the two swayed together in perfect motion, hands running over soft fur as the exploration continued, far beyond the end of the music’s incessant playing…
Loud.
Really loud ringing.
Oh god it hurt.
Make it stop.
Make it stop make it stop.
Make.
It.
STOP.
Lola shot forward in her bed, an instinctual arm shooting out to smash her alarm clock into the wall. She sat motionless in her bed with arm still extended, the hair on her head spiked in all directions and her body reeking of sweat.
The Siamese inhaled slightly and shook her head at the smell. She instantly regretted the motion, the contents inside her skull slamming against their container with as much force as a freight train.
But wait, the ringing hadn’t stopped.
The alarm wasn’t the culprit.
The vibration of a phone caught Lola’s attention, pared with the loud and unremitting ringing echoing throughout the room.
Lola flicked open the phone that lay on her night stand, not even thinking of checking the caller ID which shone clear as day on her screen.
“Hello?...”
“Where in the FUCK where you last night?” A shrill and nagging voice shot through Lola’s cranium like a bullet, destroying whatever composure and comfort she had regained in the past few moments.
She sighed, lightly rubbing her temples at the recognition of her girlfriend’s voice.
“I don’t really remember, baby… I was out at the store and I think I went to a friend’s house after…”
“Yeah right, a FRIEND’S house? You tell me you’re just running out to the store and you’ll text me right back, then the next time I hear from you it’s two in the fucking afternoon next day? What the fuck is wrong with that picture?!”
Lola shifted her eyes towards her clock. Damn. It really was two.
“I’m sorry okay, I guess I just lost track of things, Maran… I’m fine, I’m safe and okay, you don’t have to worry about me, everything’s okay ba-”
“YOU are okay? YOU? WHAT ABOUT ME??? I was worried sick about you all night, I called your cell at least 50 times in two hours, I called your house, I called your friends, I called anyone and everyone trying to find you and they had no idea, just up and disappeared on me and I’m left to sit here and worry my ass off about you I couldn’t care less if you’re okay right now because I’m not, you gave me a fucking heart attack and I don’t deserve that kind of pa-
Lola threw her phone across the room, where it slammed violently into the wall and promptly ended the call.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.”
She really didn’t give a flying fuck about her girlfriend right now.
She stretched as much as she could with the pulled muscles she discovered littered her body. With no recollection of the night before, Lola only assumed it was simple period pains of some sort which plagued her so. She crawled out from her bed, heading towards the washroom adjacent to her sleeping quarters. Upon gazing into the mirror, Lola noticed the huge bags under her eyes, but otherwise seemed intact physically. She examined her chest, stomach, hips; everything seemed in order, meaning the crazy-sexual dreams she had had the night before must have been just that: dreams.
Patting her face dry with a towel after splashing cool water against her fur, Lola turned to leave the room as easily as her strained muscle tissue would allow.
Her reflection still showing in the mirror, the Siamese neglected to notice the large and bruise claw marks which scrawled down the length of her back, as well as the multiple bite marks littering her shoulder-blades.
By the foot of the sink lay an owner-less thong.
Lipstick and make up littered the counter top.
Meanwhile, a still-in-pain and rather unobservant Lola dressed herself and made her way downstairs to cook breakfast, neglecting to notice the note which hung to her door frame:
Your voice is as beautiful as your movements, both in bed and on the dance floor. ♥
Sincerely,
Viper~
P.S. Tell the girl who kept calling to get a new hobby besides dialing your number.
Smoke billowed out from parted lips, forming tendrils which wrapped their arms around Lola’s spinning head. The dank feeling of the basement floor across the bottom of her feet sent eerie chills up her spine, her eyes sliding open for the briefest of seconds to greet the sweat filled and euphoria flowing scene before her.
She had barely any recollection of how she ended up in this stranger’s abode. The pounding electronic music which pumped from the speakers sent the lines of blow dancing across the mirror. The bodies which swayed in front of the feline’s vision were all one massive blur, like the individual creatures of the night had merged into one fearsome beast.
The most she could recall was following a group of rather sensual looking beings to a party they were attending. Her eyes trained hard on their swaying hips, their voluptuous lips and movements only a swaying palm could imitate. Down a few side streets, down three flights of stairs, and through two locked doors had Lola staring into the belly of an ecstasy induced demon.
From her reclined position on the couch, with two extremely attractive looking felines of some kind sprawled across her lap, Lola eyed a rather curious being sifting through the mass of crammed torsos. A slender and shimmering vixen lighted down on the love-seat across from Lola, their eyes meeting over the hookah which perched on the table between them.
Lola’s lips pursed against the end of the hose, inhaling a steady and intoxicating breath of pomegranate and strawberry blend of shisha. Her mouth barely open, she began to billow out smoke like a chimney, her hand working to form the smoke into some recognizable shape. A draconic image formed, flapping its gray smoky wings through the air until they brushed against the vixen’s cheek. She blinked in surprise and smiled.
The vixen in turn inhaled deeply, her cherry-red lips parting to exhale. The smoke swirled from her mouth in deadly curls, only forming gentle snakes which slid through the air. She was unable to warp the smoke and darkness of the basement air as Lola could.
The Siamese smiled, a new lung full of smoke escaping through her nose. The smoke shot through the air towards the vixen, wrapping around her body possessively as Lola grinned. The girls in her lap began to stir, and noticing the new presence across from them, clung more possessively to Lola. She shook them off.
The vixen shot dagger-like stares at the two felines, though her expression softened when she gazed back at Lola. Although the music still blasted in the background, the two seemed content in the silent conversation they shared. Eventually the women rose from their seats, moving out into the pulsating body of individual dancers.
Lola could barely feel her consciousness, her body moving fluidly against the vixen as she lost all control of mental stability. The monsters of her psyche had retreated, unable to wake her from her euphoric and hypnotic state. Lola was alone in some stranger’s basement, swaying to the bass while endorphins coursed through her veins. Her hips merging with her dancing partner, the two swayed to the beat of the music, hands traveling up and down spines and clawing at hips.
Soon the two were locked in a passionate kiss, tingling sparks lighting Lola’s lips on fire. She had lost her mental connection with the world, her body following the urges which swam through it. The vixen deepened the kiss, her tongue lapping at Lola’s lower lip as her hand subtly pressed palm-ward into the feline’s crotch.
A deep groan wretched from Lola’s throat, her body pressing eagerly against the vixen as they continued to dance. As the night progressed, the two swayed together in perfect motion, hands running over soft fur as the exploration continued, far beyond the end of the music’s incessant playing…
Loud.
Really loud ringing.
Oh god it hurt.
Make it stop.
Make it stop make it stop.
Make.
It.
STOP.
Lola shot forward in her bed, an instinctual arm shooting out to smash her alarm clock into the wall. She sat motionless in her bed with arm still extended, the hair on her head spiked in all directions and her body reeking of sweat.
The Siamese inhaled slightly and shook her head at the smell. She instantly regretted the motion, the contents inside her skull slamming against their container with as much force as a freight train.
But wait, the ringing hadn’t stopped.
The alarm wasn’t the culprit.
The vibration of a phone caught Lola’s attention, pared with the loud and unremitting ringing echoing throughout the room.
Lola flicked open the phone that lay on her night stand, not even thinking of checking the caller ID which shone clear as day on her screen.
“Hello?...”
“Where in the FUCK where you last night?” A shrill and nagging voice shot through Lola’s cranium like a bullet, destroying whatever composure and comfort she had regained in the past few moments.
She sighed, lightly rubbing her temples at the recognition of her girlfriend’s voice.
“I don’t really remember, baby… I was out at the store and I think I went to a friend’s house after…”
“Yeah right, a FRIEND’S house? You tell me you’re just running out to the store and you’ll text me right back, then the next time I hear from you it’s two in the fucking afternoon next day? What the fuck is wrong with that picture?!”
Lola shifted her eyes towards her clock. Damn. It really was two.
“I’m sorry okay, I guess I just lost track of things, Maran… I’m fine, I’m safe and okay, you don’t have to worry about me, everything’s okay ba-”
“YOU are okay? YOU? WHAT ABOUT ME??? I was worried sick about you all night, I called your cell at least 50 times in two hours, I called your house, I called your friends, I called anyone and everyone trying to find you and they had no idea, just up and disappeared on me and I’m left to sit here and worry my ass off about you I couldn’t care less if you’re okay right now because I’m not, you gave me a fucking heart attack and I don’t deserve that kind of pa-
Lola threw her phone across the room, where it slammed violently into the wall and promptly ended the call.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.”
She really didn’t give a flying fuck about her girlfriend right now.
She stretched as much as she could with the pulled muscles she discovered littered her body. With no recollection of the night before, Lola only assumed it was simple period pains of some sort which plagued her so. She crawled out from her bed, heading towards the washroom adjacent to her sleeping quarters. Upon gazing into the mirror, Lola noticed the huge bags under her eyes, but otherwise seemed intact physically. She examined her chest, stomach, hips; everything seemed in order, meaning the crazy-sexual dreams she had had the night before must have been just that: dreams.
Patting her face dry with a towel after splashing cool water against her fur, Lola turned to leave the room as easily as her strained muscle tissue would allow.
Her reflection still showing in the mirror, the Siamese neglected to notice the large and bruise claw marks which scrawled down the length of her back, as well as the multiple bite marks littering her shoulder-blades.
By the foot of the sink lay an owner-less thong.
Lipstick and make up littered the counter top.
Meanwhile, a still-in-pain and rather unobservant Lola dressed herself and made her way downstairs to cook breakfast, neglecting to notice the note which hung to her door frame:
Your voice is as beautiful as your movements, both in bed and on the dance floor. ♥
Sincerely,
Viper~
P.S. Tell the girl who kept calling to get a new hobby besides dialing your number.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Mammal (Other)
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File Size 17.4 kB
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