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Warning Lemon ahead. No likey, no lighty. You know the drill.
It was weird. Sometimes you wake up feeling refreshed. Sometimes you wake up feeling groggy. Despite these arrays of contrasting awakenings; one awakening can overtake all when it comes to irritability and that's where today starts.
Zoe constrained a moan as she brought her fingers faster along folds. She was now in an ample position for doggy style, splayed open for the world on her bed but instead of being taken, she would just have to settle for her own hand. Her fingers slipped in and glided back out as she raised her rear further up into the air.
"Mmm. Fuck… so close…" The vixen groaned into her pillow as she pressed on with satisfying the burning sensation within her, coursing and pulsing, the force that drove her on went wild.
It wasn't fully pleasurable for Zoe of course. It reminded her of her issues and why she was here now but right this very second, Zoe needed the high that the pleasure would bring. The three digits that the Zorua had been using sunk all the way in. An electrical ecstasy escalated within her nether region as she tipped over her peak and all in one held breath, Zoe quietly groaned as she came onto her hand.
Knock, Knock, Knock. It was the sound of her bedroom door.
"Hey, Zoe, you up yet?" It was Max's voice that resounded as Zoe remained frozen but now she felt fear. Her orgasm hadn't ended yet but with great effort and skill, the Zorua managed a simple, uninterrupted response.
"yeah."
The wash of pleasure slowly flowed away and out of Zoe's hands. The Zorua was now left, rump in the air as her tail curled up to reveal her goods.
'Please don't come in. Please don't come in.'
Zoe kept repeating those words in her head as she awaited her fate. To be caught pleasuring herself. It was a fate that was akin to public indecency, except Zoe knew Max and for him to see her like this would summon the final monster to end any chance of him fixing her. An awkward event to end them being together.
"Just letting you know that we're heading out in half an hour to go out. Be ready, but don't worry too much about what you wear, just look presentable."
With that said and done, Max left the door. His footsteps retreating to leave the vixen in her own afterglow.
Zoe hadn't even realised that she was suffocating until she breathed a sigh of relief. She let her legs slide and her body flatten out to lay her naked, exposed form onto the mattress below. It took her a second but after she was done mentally high-fiving herself, Zoe went to lift exhausted form off the bed to a slouched stand.
The view of Zoe's room consisted now of a bed with duvet discarded to one side and Zoe's typical bedtime shorts and top laying off to the other. Zoe usually wore clothing for peace of mind against her fears of being attacked by a predator but while alone, it felt decent for her to grow habituated in her form. In some way, the idea of fur on her breasts perplexed the vixen herself as she ogled herself in a nearby mirror.
"Maybe… Maybe he likes fur?" Zoe whispered to herself as she looked her form up and down, taking her hands to brush herself experimentally. Her hands gliding into every curve and groove with comfort. She knew she was acceptably decent looking but still…
'A human, falling for me. I don't think the chances are high. I mean… All it takes is for a human or even a more attractive anthro…'
Zoe's mind-set sank into a state of depression. Her rambling coming to a grinding halt.
There was a more attractive anthro, much hotter, curvier, cuter and sexier that Zoe was. One that could easily nab Max from Zoe's hold.
And the cow lived in the same house as she did.
As much as Zoe wanted to mope around all day, she couldn't. Max had promised to take them out yesterday and so with that in mind and hips in hands, Zoe made her way to her bathroom as to where she decided that a shower wouldn't go amiss. She took a hand and twirled the dial, the machine whirring to life as water began drenching the shower tray below.
Zoe grabbed the fiery red towel lying over the radiator and hung it over a hook that Zoe had loosely installed beside the shower.
'I'll worry about clothes when I get out." Zoe stated as if this was a skipped life decision, because like Max had told her:
"…Don't worry about what you wear…"
Zoe tested the waterfall emitting from the shower with an outstretched paw. It was a high temperature but Zoe couldn't care less. She was still fighting a burning that somehow, dealing with earlier had just led it to be worse.
Zoe looked down at herself, then to the door. Her mind raced with both excitement and worry.
'Surely another five minutes in the shower wouldn't hurt…'
The Zorua leaned towards the bathroom door and locked it firmly. Her hand then slowly snaked around and sinking down her form. Zoe felt every move of her own as her hand moved over her breasts, across her stomach, circling across her hips before meeting Zoe in her most intimate spot. It began with a single finger. She groaned mildly quietly as the pleasure had already set in. Zoe went in with a second finger.
Zoe's folds slid wider as she pushed in harder. The Zorua took her other hand and bit lightly into her flesh. With the way that she was furiously going at herself, it wouldn't take long for her to finish. She pursued her fastest pace as she held her eyes shut.
And three makes a group as Zoe went all out. Her hand wiggling around inside of her entrance caused Zoe to feel an array of sensations as her legs crossed as if begging for her to continue and that she did. The vixen, with one swift and sweet push, brought the building rise of orgasm in one big tsunami which, in her hormone hardened rampage, Zoe hadn't prepared for.
"Hrmm. Mmmm. Fuck yeah." Zoe whined as she leaned against the sink. Her ecstatic high bringing the Zorua away from reality and into temporary bliss. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her but it soon declined, slowly dying out as Zoe was brought back down into a mess of herself. Zoe was now back in the bathroom. Water pouring heavily in the empty shower as the Zorua had only milked a few seconds out of herself.
"No… No…" Zoe went from fearless raging power to a puddle of emotion. Zoe felt that this wasn't right. She should have held out at her peak for longer but…
"You bastard!" Zoe's voice broke. Leaving the poor fox to whine as tears rolled down her face before falling into the endless void that Zoe couldn't fill. Like a worn out battery, Zoe had been used so many times that she could no longer work properly. No matter how hard she tried. Zoe couldn't maintain her high for more than mere seconds, a kilometre contrast to how things with him, would seem to go on forever.
End of lemon
You can cover bruises with bandages and cuts with clothes but block out the past as soon it will be told. But as much as you'd hate it, the sickening truth will unfold. No matter how much you heal, how much you cry. Something you never knew you needed will have certainly died.
As much as Zoe tried. She just couldn't bring herself to be cheery once more. Her life felt like a piece of paper that had been defiled by an ink tray and thrown to the trash. The glass door for the shower slid open and shut as Zoe stepped in. The light shivers of hers would make you think that the water wasn't scalding her.
But she didn't care.
Max stood in the kitchen. He had propped himself against the counter top and was waiting. Max wore his usual shirt and jeans but also accompanying was his phone, the device glued to his hand as he tapped away. A frown spread across his face.
"Max? Are you in here?" It was Natasha. She poked her head in, her ears swivelling to point themselves in Max's direction. she stepped in to join Max who moved to pocket the device he had just been using.
"Take a seat where you want. We're in no rush." Max gestured to the seldom used dining table and the counter top beside him.
Natasha strode over, her hips swaying in a pair of regular cut jeans that didn't try to centre her behind as the focus of attention but instead showcased her assortment of tails in tow. The appendages flicking and swishing as if seemingly alive. Her tank top was relatively tame as the fabric hung from the she-wolf's shoulders and used her natural figure to create form and grace. Nonobtrusive.
"So… I do think it would be safe to say that Zoe is the cause of delay?" Natasha asked with certain curiosity. The vulpine parked herself right next to Max as to be at his side.
"Yeah but there's no rush. Things can wait." Max dragged out a long breath. He seemed to be deep in thought as he took glances at the woman next to himself. Natasha could be heard softly tutting at the abhorrently extensive delay that Zoe was somehow causing.
"It's weird…" Max spread out like dry peanut brittle. It was almost painful for him to continue. He had to stop to fetch himself a glass of water.
"What is it that's weird?" Natasha urged Max to go on. The human filling the glass he had found by the sink with water. He took long, steady gulps before setting the glass down.
"This is the first time that you're wearing casual clothes. I never knew that you still had that tank top never mind a pair of jeans like those. It's… Different to your tube tops and yoga shorts or those O-T-T dresses. I prefer this you."
Max was right. There was the one faithful day when Natasha just… Stopped being a care-free creature and became the spitting image of 'perfection'. Max thought… wished it had been a phase of hers but he proved to be dead wrong. Max's eyebrows furrowed.
"Why are you always so serious? What happened to my friend? Y'know… The times when we did stupid stuff and raised our fingers to the world? The adorable, simple fox friend of mine? I realise now just how much you've changed. I don't like… I think I… I prefer the old you." Max blurted out as he contemplated past events.
It hit Natasha like a ton of bricks. She wasn't ready for what he'd said. She didn't think she'd ever be. Wasn't this what he wanted? The perfect, most divine woman? One he could fall for and be completely open and intimate with without question or doubt? Every insignificant detail she had stressed over had been for nought. Had those magazines been wrong?
"…?" Natasha asked with a shiver.
"… … … … …" Max admitted without words. A sigh slicing through the silence.
'But I still love you' Max played out him picking her up and locking lips as she wrapped her legs around him. They would pull away to look at each other and with glowing ambers gazing back she would mouth her confessions. But that was just a thought.
"...I'm sorry… But I left something upstairs." Natasha spoke within an inch of a whisper, her voice failing to leave her like she did Max.
Max was now by himself. Somehow, despite having only spoken out his thoughts, he felt as if he had criticised Natasha in a way that was too harsh. Even for himself.
"I should probably apologise to her… she tries her best and I'm nit-picking… Great. Now I feel like shit again. It doesn't matter how hard I try not to, I always hurt someone."
Max ended his monologue. Looking down, he figured that the best course of action would be to round up the gang and take them to the 'surprise.'
One excruciatingly lengthy, silent car trip later.
The group had been pulled up, by David, to the front of a large of a seemingly desolate building. The place looked to be some sort of event hall but the only sign of life was the humming of traffic on a nearby motorway. Both Zoe and Natasha had picked a side of Max's and stuck close to him.
"Don't worry. It's just in here." Max reassured both Vixens, only to have Zoe blurt out:
"Isn't that what every evil guy says before he reveals some plot or scheme?"
Max sighed.
"Oh no." Max jokingly wailed before continuing in the tone of a maddened villain.
"You figured out my plans to rule the world. Now I'll have to eat you both to get you out of the equation. Mua ha ha."
Zoe rolled her eyes at Max's cheap display while Natasha thought of a different sort out 'eat' 'you' and 'out' experience with burning, rosy cheeks. Zoe spoke up.
"I dare you. Love to see you get past all the fur. Zoe joined in with the horribly executed banter. The Zorua was getting a kick out the terrible conversation none the less.
"But you would be dead by the time I'm done cooking you… Ugh… Just forget it." Max gave up on thinking how he would 'best serve Zoe on a platter.' Max thought the Zorua had dealt with enough recently, never mind himself having originally brought up the conversation and acting evil.
Zoe rolled her eyes. She had expected more from the human but she would still take solace in her small, insignificant victory.
"Yeah, let's just go wherever, before you drive me and Nat away." Zoe spoke. The golden fox who had been silent before had perked up.
"Don't call me that. You know that I would prefer for you to address… call me by my real name. You should know better that to associate me with such… distasteful slurs."
"Fine Goldilocks…" Zoe was more than prepared for verbal warfare with the cow but Max was quick in halting the bickering before it had a chance to escalate.
"Oi. Quit it the pair of you… I swear you two are just like little kids who don't agree on the play-park rules… We'll go in and hopefully you'll both not have gnawed each other's heads off by then. Alright?" Max barked. Silence ensued.
The walk to the building was drawn out by both the apprehension that Zoe and Natasha had created during their argument and the cold, chilling feel that the darkening sky and desolate car park created. Both foxes could feel their fur stand on end as stones crunched under their feet. Max started whistling a small tune as if to ease the tension in the air but stopped nearly instantly as the tune just collaborated with the creepy.
The front of the large building led into a dully lit but warm lobby that looked to be some lobby like that of a hotel, save for there being no-one behind the reception desk and it still remained that the three were the only people present.
"Ok. Zoe, you go first, then me, followed by Natasha in that door." Max casually remarked while pointing at a set of double doors.
"Ok, Max. But you're freaking me the fuck out." Zoe voiced as she started in the direction if the door.
"Don't worry…" Max placed a hand on Zoe's shoulder, a hand of the vixens came up to grab on to Max's with a firm but comfortable hold. Reassured she pressed on.
"…I'm here." Max finished.
They continued forth as they came closer and closer to the doors. Zoe, overcome with a lingering sense of fear yet overpowering curiosity, kept at a rushed pace as she towed Max with her.
The doors were now in front of the Zorua. She looked at each of the two doors before looking back.
"You sure it's through here?" Zoe asked. Somehow something was off. Zoe was familiar with the feeling, the pure instilled fear of enclosed spaces while being told what to do… It reminded her too much of her previous unfortunate scenarios of torment and pain.
Zoe now stood candle like. With one hand clenched as if ready to strike, she lifted the other to stretch out and pushed one of the doors open.
Pitch black.
The kind that feels empty but as if there's always someone watching. Even Natasha could sense that, despite there being no voices or movement, there were definitely people here.
"Hey Natasha, you creeped out as fuck too?"
"~Eeep…" The vulpine muttered. Not managing to bring herself anymore to an answer, she resorted to grabbing Max's arm.
"You two ready?" Max's voice echoed through the room as he smiled.
"Zoe… It's time to meet your makers." Max added.
Lights shot on and with blinding force, all three covered their eyes as the intensity was too much to bear. The trio waited for the light level to drop as shuffling could be heard by both girl's sensitive ears.
Zoe held her eyes closed as her dark typing wasn't the most forgiving as her eyes were having the hardest time of all adjusting. She felt the two hands of Max's on each of her shoulders as she shielded her eyes. She heard him speak on the bottom of his breath.
"I know things have been tough but you're done now. Go be a part of your real family."
Zoe forced her eyes away from her face. She could see only pure, white light as shapes began to form. Zoe focussed her attention straight ahead as the blobs of colour became sharper, more refined before she realised what was happening.
There were tables filled with a variety of people on each side of a walkway that spanned from Zoe's feet to a stage ahead.
There they were. A woman, stood tall with blond hair and gleaming oceanic eyes accompanied by an equally as anxious man that was a spitting image of a smaller boy by the foot of what the dark fox could only presume was her father.
"D-a-a-a-a…" Zoe couldn't manage any rational vocalisations. The poor Zorua didn't know what to feel. Anger? Longing? Disgust? Happiness? Betrayal? Belonging?
"We missed you…" The woman spoke with a smooth, sympathetic cry that was the start of a small stream down both mother and daughter's cheek.
Max watched, Natasha's mouth curling into a smile, Zoe's a frown of sheer, unrivalled dread.
'He wants me gone…' Zoe kept running the same sentence through her head.
'He wants the bitch gone!' Natasha kept running over in her head.
Zoe realised something. This, despite being a gorgeous moment of a lost member being reunited with her family, Zoe felt the true weight of what was going on.
This was worse that when she was taken from her family…
Worse that being confined to one room for years…
Because at least she had hope.
But what hope was there in Max loving her after him giving her away?
Zoe cried hot tears as she broke down inside. All those moments when she and Max would lie down with her when she was depressed and just be there… Or when he would rescue her from situations that she didn't feel like she could cope with on her own… Or the times that he would, without question, hug her for hours until she either felt better, or they fell asleep in each other's hold. Had that meant nothing?
Zoe had been beating around the bush with her feelings and now… Now she had lost the chance to tell the most important person she would ever meet how he had changed her world. Not just because he helped her or healed her, taught her trust and emanated empathy at her darkest moments in her new form. No.
He taught her that, despite her previously horrible misconception of what a relationship was or how she thought that there were only perverse ways to show love, she still had the capacity to learn the right way to love someone through her want to be with Max. But despite everything. Her efforts and subtle hints. She would still only be the 'victim' in his eyes.
"Y-you bast-t-tard." Zoe managed as her gaze remained rigidly fixed to the floor, tiny droplets of sadness falling from her in an ever increasing storm. The Zorua morph stood in a puddle of herself, sobbing. Max reached out, he tried to catch the shoulder of the broken Zoe. He set his hand down on her, trying to comfort her. Max held his hold, even as Zoe tensed up.
"Let me go." The Zorua commanded in a stifled cry. Zoe looked ready to lash out, tensed and coiled up like an over-compressed spring, she was either going to strike or snap.
From the platform ahead, Zoe's peers had moved to try approach and help but Max raised an arm, signalling them to stay put. He may not know what to do but to be truthful, when had he ever? There wasn't a one-stop book for all your fragile people problems.
"But, Zoe, I only want the best for you. I know that you never said anything out loud but the look on your face when you made that call, that first call to your real mother and father… Plus I can only hold onto you for so long. My side of the contract ends here… I… I want to have you around, keep you as one of my family but… but I…I…" Max paused to hold back forming sorrow.
"I can't keep you… I'm sorry."
Zoe's heart sank. It was so clear yet so vague. She understood that she had to go but why? She was more peaceful with him. She felt as if she had belonged when she was around him.
But he didn't want her gone. Zoe looked up to Max and through puffy, soaked eyes. The Zorua observing and while holding on to a shred of hope she asked one, simple question:
"D-do you really not want me gone?" Zoe whimpered. Max could only smile as he refrained himself from crying. He had no idea that she thought that he wanted her gone. Which in reality, would be very difficult for him to want, especially after having grown more than attached to the adorable vixen.
"Why on earth would I say such a thing? You know that I lo… look out for you and I would never want you to leave." Max explained to Zoe. The dark type just continued to stare. Not in relief but in confusion. A building dam of tears breaking the cemented figure of Zoe as she wondered why this was all happening.
"B-but if-f you wan-t-t me ar-round. Why d-do you wan-t me g-g-gone?" Zoe stuttered through collected breaths and confused actions.
"I don't want you gone… but neither do they." Max gestured to Zoe's parents who watched with concern for their daughter.
"Please. I know it will be hard. But look at your… your real family. They need you more than ever and I don't think that I can come between you and them. Zoe…"
"B-b-but I… I…"
"Zoe, if you need me. You'll know where to find me. Be with them." Max was torn inside. Be felt like despite all his kindness, he had turned his back and was releasing her to the world's cruel clutched once more. He just wanted to grab her and show her, in actions, what he truly felt.
Zoe, with one final breath, one final gasp, let out her true emotion. Not in a cry or a kiss.
She hugged Max. He, obviously, returned the gesture.
That's when she whispered the stress, anger, pain, anguish, uncertainty, and refined hate into the shoulder of the unsuspecting Max.
"But… Max…"
Zoe held on tighter, there forms close as to where warmth was exchanged alongside woe.
"…I love you..."
Cliffhanger, muahahaha!
Yeah but sorry your local dealer has been late with his delivery. I'm sorry to announce that I have a life and so with fluctuating planning and holidays, you may need to make these chapters last longer. (Plus Pokémon go is out. Whatcha expect?! (I'm disappointed by the lack of Zorua but can live with Vulpix for the meantime.))
So with this chapter being done… Smoke a little at a time koopatroopa… And don't tell your local law lads who gave you some Zoeweed and Natashajuana.
