Stripeless Love
Chapter One
Cherryton Academy, Girls' Dorm, Room 101
4:30 PM
Juno was in her bunk, resting on her side while propping her head up with her arm. With her free hand, Juno was writing in her diary, a disappointed look on her face. Her roommates were gone for the afternoon, and so Juno was comfortable enough to write without closing the bunk's curtain. As she wrote, Juno thought, "It's always the same. I don't know what's wrong with me. Whenever I think that either of them is sending me signals, I'm always dead wrong. You'd think I would've learned by now!" As she made the final punctuation mark, the disappointed expression became one of frustration.
10:30 AM
In the halls of Cherryton, Juno hurried past her classmates, having spotted a certain gray wolf in the middle of the crowd. Approaching him from behind, Juno said, "Hello, Legosi!" Caught off-guard, Legosi straightened his back and whirled around. Upon seeing Juno, Legosi spoke with his trademark low energy, "Oh, hi Juno. Didn't see you until just now." Juno giggled slightly, finding his awkwardness as cute as ever. "Notice anything new about me?" Juno asked while gesturing up the pink beret on her head. Legosi reached out and touched the beret, "Oh, it looks nice." Juno smiled at the sensation of Legosi touching her head, but then the bell rang. Legosi's ears perked up, "Oh, better get moving or I'll be late. See you in drama club, Juno." Legosi then walked away, while Juno couldn't help but stand still with a disheartened face.
12:30 PM
The bell rang once again, and Juno emerged from the classroom along with the other students. Juno clutched her books close to her chest with her head tilted down, still visibly irked by Legosi's prior obliviousness. In her distracted state, she soon bumped into someone and dropped all her things. "Dammit!" Juno blurted out. As she kneeled to collect her books, a stern but familiar voice said, "You really should be more careful, my dear canine." Juno looked back up and saw a familiar red stag, "Oh, Louis!" Juno said as she blushed, "I'm so sorry!" Louis's stoic expression didn't change at all, "I'm sure of it, but caution is important nonetheless." Juno stood back up after collecting her books, "Thanks, I guess I do need to pay more attention." Louis nodded silently, and then continued down the hallway. Juno watched him depart, still blushing but with a frown on her face.
4:35 PM
Juno closed her diary, then rolled onto her back and placed her hands behind her head. A moment later, she rolled onto her other side and crossed her arms in frustration. "I swear," she grumbled to herself, "I should just cut my losses and not speak to either of them again!" Suddenly, there was a loud thud, followed by a series of smaller thuds. Juno instinctively leapt out of bed and positioned herself defensively. Realizing the noises were coming from upstairs, Juno grabbed a chair, climbed on top of it, and placed her ear to the ceiling. From this position, Juno heard what sounded like a heated argument, but was unable to make out exactly what was being said. "Yikes," Juno muttered to herself, "at least my drama is quieter."
Cherryton Academy, Girls' Dorm, Room 201
4:30 PM
Bill was sitting on the edge of the lower bunk, tapping his foot impatiently. A moment later, the tall muscular tiger stood up and began pacing the floor. Another moment later, he stood still and crossed his arms in frustration. Glancing at his watch, he grumbled, "Oh come on, what's taking her so long?" Rolling his eyes, he unbuttoned and removed his vest, "Might as well be ready when she finally gets back." He then pulled off his shirt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Spotting his image in the mirror on the wall, Bill stopped for a moment. He took the next sixty seconds to admire his nearly nude body, flexing his firm muscles and wearing a cocky grin.
Just after he stepped out of his pantlegs, Bill heard a lock clicking and a doorknob turning. Whirling around, Bill saw his girlfriend, Kamala. The comparatively short and slender tigress was dressed in her white school uniform, her purse slung on her right shoulder. Bill did enjoy how form-fitting her clothes were, but he was already picturing the intricate, winding black stripes that always drove him wild with desire. His non-tiger guy friends never understood the attraction, and Bill couldn't help but feel they were missing out and didn't even know it.
Gesturing towards her, Bill said, "Oh finally! Quick, close the door." Kamala did as he said, sliding the deadbolt into place for good measure. Half a second later, Bill wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her left shoulder. Caught off guard, she dropped her purse and squirmed as Bill tightened his grip. Bill sighed in annoyance, "I thought you'd be used to this by now." Kamala rolled her eyes, "It's just that I don't like getting surprised like that." Bill's expression became a mischievous smile, "No surprises? Then I guess I should say 'heads up' right now huh?" he said as he removed his arms. Kamala was confused, and then felt two hands go up her skirt and grasp her butt with all their might.
Kamala nearly leapt out of her skin, "Bill, let me go right now!" Bill smirked and chuckled smugly, "No, don't feel like it." Kamala tried to wriggle free, but Bill had an iron grip and a will to match. Bill continued snickering, oblivious to the tigress's discomfort. Sensing an opportunity, Bill used his forearms to lift Kamala's skirt and expose her bottom. Even though they were partially obscured by her panties and his large paws, Bill smiled lustfully at the sight of his girl's butt cheeks: round and juicy but still firm and adorned with a bold mosaic of black stripes. Bill's face was rife with excitement, while his tighty-whiteys suddenly felt much tighter.
In his contented state of mind, Bill didn't notice the incensed look on Kamala's face, nor did he care to. After silently fuming for several seconds, Kamala growled harshly, reached around and slapped Bill's arms with great force. Bill leaped back in shock and landed on the floor with an audible thud. While he clumsily tried to pick himself up, Kamala fussed with her now ruffled skirt and wedged panties. After finally getting back on his feet, Bill glared at her. "What the Hell was that for?!" Kamala gaped at him and shot back, "I can't do this anymore! You've got a one-track mind, and you treat every word I say like it's a joke. You and I are THROUGH!" Kamala turned her back on Bill, "Don't be here when I come back." She grabbed her purse, opened the door, and stomped down the hallway in a huff.
Bill was left alone in the room, standing in his underwear in a dumbfounded state. He blinked and shook his head, then grabbed his pants off the floor. As he did so, he saw his reflection again. Eyeing his developed physique and still-stimulated manhood, Bill couldn't help but wonder, "What is the matter with her?"