by Robin Roseau
I turned to glare at her, but then played the role the way she was narrating.
"And I'm not even at all vain," Angel added.
I pretended to flirt with my own reflection in a mirror, earning me chuckles. I heard June say quietly to Benny, "Yes, she's gorgeous, I know. You're allowed to appreciate her, and you can even tell her she's gorgeous. But remember, you belong to me."
Angel said to the crowd, "Now, we need to pause in the story at this point. Michaela insisted. She knows it's been an entire twenty-four hours since any of us have seen her fox, and she knows you'll need a minute or two to admire her before we can go onto the story. Again, don't blame me, I'm just repeating what she told me to say."
There were chuckles, but I played it, prancing around in front of them. What the hell, I am truly a gorgeous fox. Even June thought so. I posed for Benny, then finally walked back to my place.
"Now, everyone tell her how gorgeous she is, or she'll sulk the rest of the night," Angel said.
They laughed, but then I heard appreciation for my appearance.
"All right," Lara said. "That's enough. She's my fox!"
"Don't be greedy, Alpha," said Elisabeth. "She's the pack fox!"
I pranced around once more, then resumed my place, ready to move through the rest of the story.
Angel spoke. "I finally tore myself away from the mirror and stepped out the door and up onto the roof. But, in spite of being a very clever fox, somehow I had forgotten that it's a very, very long fall off a two story roof, and the only other space to jump down was the one story roof over the front entrance, and there were two big, mean, nasty, and presumably smelly wolves down there. Not that I would know about the smelly part, what with this worthless nose of mine."
I ran back and forth as if I were looking for a place to jump down.
"But then I heard the sound of breaking glass. Those horrid wolves were breaking into my house!"
Rory and Elisabeth mimed bashing my front door in.
"We've got you now, little fox!" Rory said. And he howled.
"Don't sensationalize, Rory," Angel said.
He glared at her. "And what is it you are doing?" The crowd laughed. "Oh, all right. David said..."
"Ms. Redfur. We just want to talk."
"Pretty scary demand, isn't it?" Angel said. "But with the wolves inside my house, it was safe to jump down onto the lower roof, then down onto the ground. This would have been a simple game of hopscotch to a real were, but to a little fox like me, it was quite a jump, and I rolled on the ground for a moment after jumping down."
I rolled over twice, then came to my feet and shook my head and fur, shaking the dirt out.
"Ha! Stupid wolves! You won't catch me now," Angel said.
Lara was waiting on the other side of the fire from me. I began creeping along the side of the fire between us. "I ran around the house, looking over my back to make sure the wolves hadn't seen me."
I ran around the fire, looking backwards, and ran right into Lara. She immediately grabbed me by the scruff. "Got her!" she said. Then she turned me to face her.
I hated being picked up by the scruff. Lara winked at me.
"What a stupid fox I was!" Angel said. "I run away from the wolves only to run right into the biggest, baddest, smelliest wolf of them all! And then, like a helpless kitten, she picked me up by my scruff. Why, I ought to..."
"We just want to talk, Michaela," Lara said in a small voice. And I did what I had really done. I went crazy.
People gasped. We'd made the entire story one of humor, but suddenly I was reminding them I was fox, dangling from my neck like this. I spat and tried to bite Lara.
"Knock it off, Michaela," she said. "We only want to talk."
She knew it was coming, but when I sunk my teeth in her arm, she winced. I hadn't meant to do it so hard, and I immediately whimpered an apology. She leaned forward and kissed me on the nose, forgiving me.
"I'm pretty sure there weren't any kisses the first time, Alpha! Please, can we get back to telling the story with some degree of accuracy?" said Angel.
Lara scoffed at that.
"But still," Angel said. "The horrible and foul-tasting alpha wolf was stubborn, far, far more stubborn than I was, and I am the most stubborn fox any of you have ever met, that big smelly wolf refused to drop me, but instead she shook the stuffing out of me."
Lara shook me, but far more gently than she had originally.
"You call that shaking the stuffing out of her?" Angel asked, her hands on her hips.
"Poetic license," Lara said. "Let's move on."
"Shocked and stunned after having my delicate fox brains rattled around in my skull like a pair of dice, I hung limp, pretending to be dead."
I fell limp, dangling from Lara's arm by my scruff. I whimpered a little, and Lara kindly pulled me into her arms properly, supporting me. I licked her briefly.
Angel made a dramatic sigh. "The wolf, perhaps not quite as bad as anyone thought, pulled me into her arms, but I bit her, hoping she would drop me."
I licked Lara's hand.
"Bit! Bit! I bit her," Angel said. "I didn't lick her."
I put my mouth over Lara's hand.
"That's better," Angel said. "The wolf didn't drop me, but she swore at me."
"Knock it off, Michaela," Lara said. "We're only going to talk. We already had breakfast."
"And then she dangled me by my scruff and carried me into the house." Lara held me properly, not by the scruff, and mimed walking into the house with me. Angel glared at her. "By the scruff."
"Poetic justice. Or perhaps the narrator would care to experience being carried around by her scruff," Lara said.
"I mean, she carried me sweetly into the house, because she's a sweet, kind, lovely alpha who would never carry someone by her scruff."
"That's more like it," said Lara with a smile.
"The wolves from the back door walked in, and one of them remarked at how beautiful I am."
Eric stepped forward and said, "Oh good, you caught the mangy thing."
I lunged for him, Lara nearly dropping me, and snarled.
"In the original story," Angel said. "When I was being carried by my scruff, and when Eric didn't realize how fearless a fox I really am, I actually managed to bite him."
Eric turned to face her, and there was blood on his face.
"Oh dear," Angel said. "Maybe you shouldn't have called me mangy."
"Damned fox!" he said, and he raised his fist. Lara immediately shielded me with her body.
"The alpha fox, who I had by now decided didn't smell at all as badly as I thought she would, shielded me from the wolf who smelled badly enough for the rest of them. And suddenly, I was fourteen fifteenths in love with her. I would have been fifteen fifteenths in love, but, well, she was a wolf, after all."
Lara chuckled.
"And then she carried my upstairs and gave me a bath because, unlike the wolves, I did smell," said Angel. "But afterwards I shifted to human and fed them breakfast."
Lara shielded me with her body while I shifted back human and quickly pulled my clothes back on. We mimed going back downstairs.
"Over breakfast, I ordered the alpha to set the table, ordered two of the other wolves to cook, and told the last one to fix my front door or he'd find fox fur in his breakfast."
Angel got a series of looks from that.
"After breakfast, the big mean wolves shoved me rudely into a chair, shined bright lights in my faces, and told me to answer all their questions or they would break all the mirrors in the house so I couldn't look at my own reflection anymore. So I answered all their questions and begged them not to break my favorite mirrors, of which I only have eleven."
Lara laughed. "I told her why we were here and then she went for a run while she decided if she was going to help us. She came back and told me everything she knew about why I had come to visit. Then she asked if we were going to be friends, and I couldn't imagine my luck. Because while Michaela wasn't f
ourteen fifteenths in love with me, I was at least five fifteenths in love with her."
We kissed, and Angel said, "And that's how Lara and Michaela met."
We took our applause, then Lara and I pointed to Angel, and she took a second, separate applause.
Later, Benny caught me. "How accurate was the story?"
"We hammed it up. At the time, I was terrified."
"You really bit her."
"Every chance I could. It didn't do me a bit of good."
"And now look at you."
"Yeah." I rubbed my neck. "I hate being carried by the scruff."
He smiled. "I imagine. Good story."
"Thanks."
* * * *
"How is your neck?" Lara asked. "You've been rubbing it."
"Maybe if you kissed it and made it better," I suggested.
We were in our room. It was late, but I felt loved and was insanely happy. Lara stepped up to me and drew me into her arms, reaching over me to kiss my neck. I pressed into her, enjoying her strength.
"What's the word from Greg?"
"Progress," she said. "No sign his investigations have been noticed. No sign anyone from Chicago is going to bother us immediately. He thinks we'll be able to start taking our first real action by next week."
"I feel a little guilty. We're basically on vacation here while they are doing all that work."
"I know," she said. "But we couldn't do it ourselves. So I hired the best people we could find, and now I am staying out of their way while they do their jobs."
I stayed pressed against her, loving the feel of her arms around me. I don't think she noticed when I used one hand to undo the buttons on her shirt. But when I brushed it off her shoulders and down her arms, she said, "Sneaky fox."
"I want to see you naked," I said. "You have an amazing body, Lara."
She did, and I marveled every time I saw it. She was tall and broad, with taut muscles but silky skin. I kissed her shoulder and ran my fingers along her back, releasing her bra and pulling it off her. I moved to a nipple, taking her into my mouth.
It was always clear that Lara is all woman, even with her athletic figure and small breasts. They weren't as small as mine, of course, but small for her size. And absolutely perfect. I loved taking them into my mouth.
"Little fox," she growled. "You are being very forward."
"I want you," I said. "But my neck is sore. I don't think you can be on top."
She laughed and reached for my shirt. In response, I dropped to my knees in front of her and began working at her jeans. She ran her fingers through my hair while I pulled her jeans and panties down her body, and then she stood in front of me in all her magnificent glory.
Still on my knees, I looked up at her. "I can never get enough of you, Lara."
I ran my hands up to her chest, kneading her breasts, while I fastened my mouth to her stomach, sucking at her. Then I moved down, nudging her legs apart.
She growled.
"On the bed," I said. "Sit on the bed. Let me do this. Please, Lara, I need to do this. I need your taste in my mouth."
She backed up and I crawled after her. She smiled languidly as I crawled up to her and between her legs. I fastened my mouth over her vulva and began to tease her, too impatient for real foreplay.
She growled and leaned back, granting me better access, and I used my lips to open hers, then slid my tongue into her slit. I licked, all the way up to her waiting clit.
"You taste wonderful," I told her. I fastened my mouth over her and sucked, flicking at her with my tongue the way I knew she licked. "Let me do this," I said again. "I need you, Lara."
I slipped fingers into her and then, slowly and steadily, brought her passion forth.
"I am yours," I told her as she drew close to her orgasm. "Your fox, Lara." Then I pulled her into my mouth, drawing heavily on her.
Lara didn't actually like giving me this much control, but my words helped push her over the edge. She clutched at the bed, and I felt fresh wetness as she came in a burst, gasping with her pleasure. Her entire body shuddered, and she pulled my fingers deeper inside of her with her contractions.
Afterwards, with her panting, she pulled me to her, licking her taste from the outside of my mouth, and we cuddled. Her heart was pounding, she was flushed, and I was happy.
Once she caught her breath, I expected her to need to fully dominate me. She usually did, reasserting control. Instead, she was gentle, and I asked her if something was wrong.
"I hurt you so badly the other night," she said.
"I see," I said. "Do you know what I want?"
"For me to be gentle?"
"For you to take from me everything you want."
She kissed my nose. "I like being gentle."
I sighed then dipped my chin and surprised her by wrapping my mouth around her throat.
She growled in surprise, shoved me away, and slammed me onto my back onto the bed. I lifted my chin, and her mouth was on my throat. She growled, and I whimpered submissively.
She stilled, and then she began laughing.
"Seriously?" I said. "You're laughing at me?"
"No." She sat up. "I'm laughing at myself. I am so predictable."
"Hello. Horny little fox here. Small, delicate, helpless, but scrappy fox who won't submit to a wimpy wolf but only to a true alpha wolf."
She shifted her weight, pinning me to the bed with her weight. "Oh, little fox, you will submit to me all right," she said. She bent down and kissed my jaw very delicately. "On my terms." She caressed my side. "Slow." She twirled a finger across my nipple. "Gently." She kissed my nose.
I tried to push her away. It was like trying to move a brick wall. She smiled sweetly then kissed me a chaste little kiss.
"What's the matter with you?" I asked her.
She shifted, and her leg slid between mine, spreading my legs, and then there was a delicious pressure against my clit. She rocked, slowly, and I gasped.
"Oh," I said. "Yes. That's nice, Lara."
"I know it is," she said. "Little fox."
I tried to clutch at her, but she grabbed my wrists and shoved them to the bed above her, clasping them together in one strong hand. I struggled, but she just smiled at me. "You look so hot when you struggle, little fox."
"Stop messing around, Lara."
She continued to rock against me, sliding her leg against me just a little, and it was driving me crazy.
She took her time. She never touched me with her hands, but just used her leg, pressing, releasing, and sliding, teasing me, and my body climbed towards an orgasm.
"I wonder if you can come this way," she said.
"Please, Lara. Use your hands. Please."
"Not yet," she said. "Not until I'm ready for you to come."
"I'm ready now!"
"Oh, not anywhere near ready enough," she said. And still she rocked, and still she pinned me to the bed, and still I couldn't move.
She got me close like that, talking quietly while, equally quietly, I asked her to take me properly. She got me really close, and then she stopped moving.
"What are you doing? Lara. Please, I need to come."
"I know you do, little fox. But you'll come when I say you can come."
"Finished it," I said. "Or I'll do it myself."
She chuckled. "Go ahead," she said. "I'll wait."
But she held me pinned, and I couldn't move, and my attempts to press my crotch against her leg did nothing but amuse her.
"You can't hold me like this all night," I said, opening my eyes to look at her.
"Little fox," she said. "Which of us is more stubborn?"
I closed my eyes and whimpered, and she pressed her thigh into me for a moment, sliding against me. "Yes, more, Lara. Please. I want you inside me."
"I want to hear you tell me that you are mine, little fox."
"I'm yours, Lara. Yours."
She slid her hand down my side, tickling me, and then her hand slid between us, and I felt her fin
gers part my lips. "Again," she said.
"Yours, Lara," I whispered.
And she slipped one finger inside of me. I gasped.
"Keep saying it, Michaela. If you stop saying it, I'll stop, and I won't start again for a long time. You know I can out stubborn you, Michaela."
"Yours, Lara," I whispered. "Yours." Over and over, and she began to move her hand, slowly, bringing me to a crest, then holding me there.
"Louder," she said. "I want our guards to hear you."
"No, Lara! Please don't embarrass me."
Her hand stilled.
"Yours! Lara! Yours!" I said in desperation, and her hand began moving.
"Louder," she said. "Or I stop. Convince me you mean it. Convince everyone you mean it, and you may come."
I was so close, and she held me right there at the edge, and then I began screaming it, over and over, and then she pushed me over. "Come now, little fox," she ordered. "Come right now!"
And I did, screaming that I was hers.
She held me as I shuddered, over and over, intense waves of pleasure driving into me. And when I grew still, and my voice was hoarse, she lay back in the bed, pulling me into her chest, and I panted, exhausted.
I drifted there, unable to think anything beyond what she'd had me screaming. And it felt so good.
I came back to myself, I'm not sure how much longer. Lara was still awake, still holding me. "I hate you," I said.
She chuckled. "No you don't. But if you say it enough, I might believe it."
"Oh Lara, I don't hate you," I said. I curled more tightly, clutching at her. "I just don't want to admit how good you make me feel."
"And how much you enjoy when I make you scream to the world."
"Be gracious, Lara. We both know. Do you have to tease me?"
She didn't say anything, and I thought she was waiting for me to say something.
"I have pride, Lara."
"I know you do."
We lay together like that, my thoughts drifting, still filled with the bliss she'd given me.
"I am yours," I said quietly.
"Yes," she said.