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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:50 pm
He took a shaky breath as his pants were removed, his hands still trembling as he gingerly, awkwardly placed a hand on her side. He was frozen, he had no idea what to do next. Unsteadily pulled to his feet, Anatoli clung to the squirrel for support
How far was he willing to go, taken by the heat of the moment?
It is a mystery.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:12 pm
The lessons learned tonight were quite valuable, not to mention entirely untravelled territory for Anatoli. Even though only the basics were taught -- groping, kissing, and the like, the man clumsily started to get better at it.
Of course, he was still a bit nervous throughout, and his hands were very unsure and unsteady. It'd take a bit more training before he'll be any good, but like everything, it's a start. It helped him forget most of his problems, anyway.
Well.
Up until he got his 'reward' for completing the lesson. Antony was good with her mouth, it seemed, and it reminded him that he should one day play his trombone for her (whether or not swing music is her thing). After all was said and done, he sat at the edge of the bed before her, leaned back on his hands, and he seemed a bit calm for once.
That, of course, wouldn't last. His fingers curled into the sheets, and a worried expression crossed his face.
"What just happened?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:41 pm
The teeth were a bit tricky, but Antony had always been rather creative and resourceful. Since the ends justified the means, she also harbored a bit of extra patience for Anatoli.
In fact, she already found out just how easily moldable he could be given the right application of force and silent threats. Which, given her experience, didn't offer much of a challenge.
Pushing herself up from her knees while wiping the corners of her mouth languidly with her thumb and index finger. An eyebrow quirked in respone to his question and expression. "That," the squirrel woman pointed out with a small, but rather smug smile, "Was a blow job."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:54 pm
"Oh, I know that, I went ta public school in Chicawgo for cryin' out loud-- but-- if Motha finds out about this, I'm gonna get castrated," he babbled, gripping the sheets tighter. "My life is ova! What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?"
He brushed a shock of wavy hair from his forehead with a shaky hand. "Maybe... maybe I can appeal ta my cousin. Ask him not ta send me home. I don't care if I get some animal shot or whateva, I don't wanna go home-- I'm a dead man. Mom's gonna find out if I come home.
If Moreau is watching, he certainly has found some good blackmail material to use against his dear cousin should he ever need it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:06 pm
She waved off his worries, "There's not contact with the outside, much less people leaving." A frown twitched at her lips. "It's a one way ticket... So yeah, you're mom won't find out."
It took a lot of her energy to not roll her eyes or make a mama's boy joke.
Instead, she rubbed his thigh just above his knee in a comforting fashion before crawling up on the bed and patting the bed next to her. As she layed down in a sort of overly relaxed half sitting position, her tails curled around her as best as possible. If he was going to freak out, she might as well be comfy for it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:30 pm
"I guess that's a good thing, but... I... Motha's gonna be so worried," he frowned. He was expecting to at least be able to make a call or write a letter or something, but clearly this isn't the case.
Never seeing his mother again was a double-edged sword. For one, he might actually start having a sex life (and of course, making up for about 17 years of lost time). For another, well... he'd never see his mother again. Home cooking, doting, and nagging would be a thing of the past now. It was almost as if she had died.
"Neva seein' her again, huh?" His voice was choked as be fought back tears, and pathetically crawled over to Antony's side and curled up against her. "I guess... maybe I can get used ta that. Everyone else does..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:36 pm
"They'll make up some bull about you dying in a plane crash or being kidnapped... Something like that, at least." Part of her was surprised when he came crawling to curl up with her like a small child, but then again, he was too big in all respects of the word to be a child. Which was good, because he was still naked.
Taking it in stride and rather well considering, Antony ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face. Not being one for verbal comforting, the squirrelly one stayed quiet and continued her 'petting'.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:50 pm
"That's... that's somehow woise," the man hiccupped. "Instead a' bein' worried, now she'll just be miserable. I was her only son..." He sniffled loudly, and a tear escaped his eye.
"I'm such a disappointment. I'm such a failya. I had ta try ta be the good guy and patch things up with my cousin, now look where I am. Tha shop's gonna go unda, everything's gonna turn ta s**t because I had ta visit my stupid nebekh cousin."
"I'm angry," he said through bitter tears, shaking his head, "I screwed up big time and I didn't even see it comin'."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:58 pm
"Oh quit your bitching," she snapped, eyes narrowing, "I was the only daughter to a man who's wife died while childbirthing me... There's NOTHING you can do about your life back home." Sure she may be being a bit harsh, but he was snivelling like a little girl who just got her pretty new dress stolen.
And Antony really didn't have much patience to begin with.
Grinding her rodent teeth together, she finally brought her voice back down to a semi normal level. "I'm not telling you to be happy... Just suck it up." Luckily for him, she didn't add on her comments about how he shouldn't act like a p***y.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:04 pm
If anything, at least it stopped him from getting TOO whiny. At any moment, it was almost as if he'd slam the door, listen to bad music, and start wearing eyeliner.
"Don't tell me you didn't get upset at all when ya realized you were here for good," he snapped back. "I'm neva comin' home, I'm probably gonna become some animal thing, my cousin's an a*****e, an' I think I'm allowed ta be a little upset..!"
The problem is, he isn't being "a little" upset. Sniveling and whining is not what most would consider "a little" upset.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:19 pm
"Oh I got upset, but instead of crying I got ******** pissed... And consequently violent," she hissed, about ready to give him a healthy bap across the head. Knowing her, a bap would be an understatement. "It sucks but emoing about it isn't going to make anything better, and it will definitely irritate me."
Maybe that would shut him up to a degree?
Granted, Antony had gone and thrown her own little extra s**t fit up on top of the mountain post Joli beating, but it didn't involve whimpering like a two year old either.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:29 pm
Pulling away a little, Anatoli balked as he shrugged his head between his shoulers. He wasn't sure what 'emoing' meant, being in his thirties and not spending a lot of time around younger people, but he got the impression that it had something to do with the way he was whining. Yeah... yeah, you're right," he murmured sheepishly, looking away in shame. See? Hinting at violence was all it took! It keeps him shut up for a good fre moments before he starts talking again.
"I guess I could... look at tha silva linin'," he said dumbly, his voice at least taking on a slightly happier note. "No more naggin'. I can pick my own women -- I guess give or take some fur, I guess, I dunno what all else is here -- an'... an'... start havin' a sex life! I don't need no hand lotion no more. Er... well, not as often as I used ta, at least." The expression on his blotchy, tear-stained face lit up.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:37 pm
Antony chuckled abruptly with his sudden audiable realization, offering him a pat on his head as she relaxed. Thank god for threats of violence. Tucking that bit of information away for future use, the squirrel woman gave him an all knowing grin, fingers on her free hand combing through some of her soft tailfur.
"As long as I stay in a good mood, of course," she added on cheerfully. It was hard to tell if she was kidding or not. Maybe she could milk some other things out of this as well?
Eh, she'd get to that later. Right now, she was lazying in bed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:49 pm
It was probably for the better that Anatoli realized that when he did. Had he carried it on any further, well. Chances are, he'd be fearing more than his mother. He rolled over on his back and stretched out, holding on to the top of the headboard and contentedly sprawling out.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said, smiling. Certainly, Antony would find out soon enough just how trainable this man was. Threatening violence is just scratching the surface! "What gets ya in a good mood?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:56 pm
"Orgasms," she said simply, stretching out herself and closing her eyes, only a hint of a grin apparent on her muzzle. Her tails gave her away though, flicking contentedly against the mattress and through the air.
"And nuts, apparently..." Antony added as an afterthought.
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