AN: I can't believe I forgot to mention this, but the upload schedule for this story will be Wednesdays and Saturdays. Just like my previous story, MLP Hearts and Hooves Attack. Anyway, a gentle reminder that Marie and Goshen are my original characters. The same applies to Dancer W and his offscreen crew. I chose the name The Daily Spew at random and also because it sounded best for what I wanted. I'm hoping I'm not violating any copyrights with that name. This chapter has a lemon in it. For those who don't want to read through that, I'll state where the lemon starts and ends in bold lettering so readers can skip over it. For those who do like them, enjoy. Hopefully, it's not considered too explicit for this site.
Ch 2: A Birthday Rendezvous
Louis is sitting at the table eating breakfast the morning after the ball. He looks to Azuki at the opposite end of the long table, then to Marie on his left sitting equal distance from the both of them. "So, I've read that high tech equipment designed for espionage was stolen last night."
The morning ritual has begun for the three red deer. Louis always starts the mornings off with major news events, which his wife and daughter will then comment on. Azuki brings up the latest gossip she's heard concerning those who are at their level of social status, which the others will comment on. Finally, Marie talks about the latest trending fads, which her parents comment on.
"What could the thieves want to use it for?" asks Marie.
"Most likely, stealing corporate secrets," says Azuki.
"Possibly," says Louis. "What do you have to share, Azuki?"
"For once, nothing to report."
"Really?" asks Marie. "That's unusual."
"Yes. Not even The Daily Spew has anything to report. The morning edition is rehashing old news." The older hind looks over at her husband. "Surprising, isn't it?"
Louis's eyes narrow at his wife. 'She's seriously still on me about dancing with Juno last night?' "There can't always be something going on. Besides, The Daily Spew is a complete rag. Half of what it reports isn't even true. It's just trying to associate scandals with every celebrity it can." The stag turnst to his daughter. "What's trending right now, Marie?"
The young hind decides she can afford to be more open since she's eighteen now. "There is a popular new internet star known as Dancer W."
"A dancer? This Dancer W must be exceptionally good to be trending. Are they trending worldwide?"
"Yes. He's very good. Dancer W is only seventeen, he comes up with the dances himself based on concepts, and he's only been around for one month." Marie glances over at her mother. "He's also a wolf."
Azuki pauses in her eating. "I see."
Knowing his wife's about to give Marie a roundabout put down for enjoying a carnivore's entertainment, Louis steps in. "This Dancer W fellow must be a truly phenomenal dancer if he's that popular in such a short amount of time."
Marie pulls out her phone and synchs it to their TV. "Here's his latest video. He posted it two days ago, but I have yet to watch it."
Azuki looks at the TV with a glare. 'I have had to put up with lions as our security detail for over a decade at Louis's insistence and now this?! A carnivore entertainer on my TV! This is absolutely disgusting!'
The video starts up and the camera turns to show a sharply dressed brown wolf getting on a stage.
Louis's eyes widen at seeing the dark glasses and the white can the young wolf has. "He is blind?"
"Yes he is," says Marie.
Azuki's distaste takes a backseat to curiosity. "How does he dance and not fall off of the stage?"
"He has sections of the stage scented to let him know where he is onstage at all times."
"Clever," Louis says with the barest hint of a smile. "Making use of that canine nose in a most unorthodox way."
The wolf reaches the center of the stage and grabs at a microphone there (clearly scented too). Dancer W places himself so he's facing the camera head on. He throws his cane offscreen, followed by a clattering sound. The wolf sighs. "Assistant A, did you forget to wash your hands after lunch again?"
"Uh…" is heard offscreen.
"You should wash your hands after every meal. For one, it's sanitary. Second, your total obsession with buttered spaghetti leaves you with a more literal version of butter fingers. Please go and wash your hands."
"Yeah, yeah."
Marie looks between her parents. "Banter is a common occurrence in the videos."
"Sorry for the interruption, viewers," the wolf from the video says without having moved one bit. "Welcome to another video from yours truly, Dancer W."
"He's keeping his mouth hidden by his microphone and the fist holding it," Louis says to his daughter.
Marie nods. "He hides his fangs to not scare away the more sensitive herbivore viewers."
"I won't keep you in suspense," says Dancer W. "The theme for today's dance is…rage."
"Rage?" asks Azuki. "Hard to take him seriously with that gargantuan top hat strapped to his head."
"He likes the hat," says Marie. "I would also prepare myself for Dancer W's intensity if I were you."
"Are you back yet, Assistant A?" asks Dancer W. "You'll be needed to get this mic stand out of the way when I dance."
"I'm back," says the offscreen Assistant A. "My hands are clean now."
"Good. Cameraman B, remember to zoom out before I start."
"You're seriously still holding that against me, W?" asks the guy handling the camera. "I only forgot to zoom out at the beginning of the first video."
"Viewers weren't that thrilled and they commented on it. Make sure you remember that. Maestro C, try to keep up."
"I should say that to you!" shouts a third voice.
Dancer W picks up the mic stand, takes a few steps forward until he's right at the edge of the stage, and gives the mic stand to Assistant A offscreen. The young wolf takes the exact same number of steps back to centerstage. He lifts his arms in a ready stance as the camera's zooming out and a piano can be heard being trilled.
Louis finally notices something about Dancer W. 'He's a lot slimmer than any other wolf I've seen.' The stag forgets this thought as the music starts and the young wolf begins to dance.
Dancer W has made the stage his dancing playground. He's already a master of dance at such a young age. The wolf emulates the theme of rage by slashing with his claws, kicking, and punching while still dancing. Dancer W's stamina, speed, and stage presence are truly amazing. It's as if he's demanding that the world watch him, to see his fury and his anger. As the music is building to its climax, the young wolf goes into a spin. At the end, Dancer W goes into a crouch while slamming a hand down on the floor. He can be heard panting while his head is pointing at the floor.
Louis and Marie both applaud with absolute vigor while Azuki gives a very reluctant clap for the performance.
Dancer W stands up as the camera zooms in again. He steps forward and grabs at the mic stand that's offered to him by Assistant A (still offscreen). He gets back to centerstage and resets the mic stand so the microphone is in front of his mouth again. "Thank you, Assistant A."
"No problem," says the offscreen animal.
"Excellent as always, Maestro C."
"You're surprised?!" shouts the offscreen piano player.
"Cameraman B, did you zoom in and out when you were supposed to?"
"Yes!" the cameraman shouts with annoyance.
"Just checking. Hope you enjoyed the dance, viewers. Now, I'm sorry to tell you all I'm not certain my crew and I will be able to get the next video out by next week. There's a personal matter we all need to attend to. Don't worry, there'll be more videos. Just be patient. Until next time." Dancer W moves the mic stand away and bows to the camera as the video ends.
Louis turns to Marie. "What is his real name?"
Marie wasn't expecting this question. "What?"
"His real name. I wish to meet with the young wolf."
"Really?" asks Marie. Seeing her father nod, the young hind frowns. "I'm sorry, but his real name is unknown."
"Unknown?"
"Dancer W keeps his true name a secret from the public."
"Sounds like a criminal to me," says Azuki.
Louis looks over at his wife with a stoic stare. "Many celebrities tend to hide things from the public to avoid the wrong kind of attention. For example, that horse singer who obscures her face with that multi colored wig made from sheepdog fur."
Azuki's eye twitches. She knows her husband adding in the singer was for the benefit of their daughter. The older hind knows he was really talking about their own political marriage.
"Dancer W also never makes public appearances," says Marie. "It's unlikely you'll meet him, Father."
Louis sighs. "That's unfortunate. I would've liked to compliment him on his talent." He glances over at the clock. "Is that the time?!" The stag shovels down what's left of his food and takes a drink to wash it all down. "I need to be at the office." He gets up and starts heading out. "See you for the birthday dinner, Marie!"
"Have a productive day, Father!" After hearing the front door close, the young hind waits for her mother's criticisms.
"You usually have better taste in entertainment, Marie," says Azuki.
"Did you not think Dancer W was good, Mother?"
"His talent is irrelevant. He is a carnivore. Don't be fooled into believing he has any real worth."
"We've had lions as bodyguards for years."
"At your father's stubborn insistence. They are loyal to him alone. When he's gone, they will make meals of us."
'They would never, Mother. I know all of them on a personal level. You are just dead set on believing carnivores shouldn't exist.' "I will keep that in mind, Mother." 'As evidence of you being an inferior herbivore.' Marie gets up. "I am going shopping today."
"Of course." Azuki gets back to eating.
'It's a good thing you only see me as a willing tool for the company's future, Mother. You don't have a clue about my rebellious act for today.'
Hours later…
Louis is tapping his fingers on the desk in his office at the Horns Conglomerate building. 'There's nothing to do today. It's so slow. We can't improve any further until Henry and Marie's marriage brings his family's company into the fold.' The stag feels a moment of reluctance at the thought before shoving it to the back of his mind. 'What can I do to pass the time?' His fingers seem to impulsively type something into his search engine and hit enter.
"Your daughter made you a fan of Dancer W, Boss?" asks a voice behind the deer.
Louis smiles back at the lion, Dolph, standing guard. "Just this morning. I really like the young wolf. Not only is he an incredible dancer, he also has a stage presence that rivals my own at his age." He turns back to the screen and starts up the first video. The stag observes details as he watches each video. 'Dancer W isn't showing any stiffness or woodenness in his first video. I was a little stiff during my first play. This young wolf has surpassed me in that regard. His tail's a bit shorter than most wolves. Now that I'm looking passed that giant top hat, Dancer W's head is also smaller than that of the average wolf. The themes of his dances are all negative. Misery, loneliness, frustration, the previously viewed rage. It suggests he's had an unhappy life. To think someone blind wouldn't be spared from bullying. They probably picked on him for being a whole lot scrawnier than other wolves. My heart goes out to you, Dancer W.'
A goat intern enters just as another video ends. "Sir, you have a request for a meeting."
"From who?"
"A wolf couple. Their names are Xander and Delilah."
Louis feels rage bubble inside him, but he keeps his composure. "Tell them they have to leave immediately. If they resist, have security throw them out."
"Yes, Sir." The intern leaves.
"Boss?" asks Dolph. "You sure that was a good idea?"
"I don't care if this makes me look specist! I won't do business with those murderers!"
"We used all our connections to look into it, Boss. There was no evidence of foul play. It is possible that it really was illness that killed Philip."
"I'd buy that if Philip's doctor hadn't turned up dead around the same time."
"He got killed by a mugger."
"Who was also killed."
"By a drunken driver."
"Who's jail time was reduced by Xander and Delilah."
"I know it all looks suspicious, Boss, but we really didn't find anything."
Louis turns back to his desk. "Unless there's definitive proof they didn't murder Philip, I will never work with them." The stag relieves his anger by rewatching Dancer W's rage video.
Meanwhile…
Marie's walking down a sidewalk incognito. She's wearing a pair of sunglasses, a shawl covering her head, and a coat. 'I hope this is enough to keep from getting recognized. Agata told me this would work.' She keeps walking until she finds the building she's been looking for. 'The Hotel Rose.' The hind smiles seeing that the animal she was there to meet is already waiting for her by the door. She runs over and hugs him. "Goshen."
The wolf-rabbit hybrid smiles as he hugs her back. "Hey, Marie."
The two stare into each other's eyes with big smiles.
Goshen gestures to the door of Hotel Rose. "Ready?"
Marie nods. "Absolutely."
The pair enters the love hotel, gets the keys to their room, and goes into the room.
Marie removes her disguise before turning to Goshen. Seeing him just standing there by the door and staring at the floor, the hind becomes worried. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"Half that," says the hybrid.
Marie sits on the bed. "What is it, Goshen? Do you not want to?"
"I do. Believe me. We've been dating for over a year in secret. The problem is that I've become addicted to you."
"Addicted?"
"Seeing your face, holding you in my arms, kissing you. I know our first time having sex will make it a million times worse. It might break me when we reach our deadline."
Marie looks down at her hands. "I hate it too. Still, I can't neglect my responsibilities. I must marry Henry for the sake of Horns Conglomerate." Her hands clench into fists. "However, the thought of my first time being with that arrogant bore makes me want to puke." She looks up at Goshen with pleading eyes. "Please, let me have a first time I can treasure."
Goshen blinks. "Those doubts I had were only half the reason I was standing here."
"What's the other half?"
The hybrid smirks before taking off his shirt. "Nervous anticipation."
The hind trembles as her boyfriend approaches. 'I'm afraid, but in a good way. I can tell this is going to be life changing.'
LEMON STARTS HERE
Goshen sits with Marie and runs his clawed hands over her body. 'She's shaking. I think my carnivore half is super aroused by that.'
Marie smirks as her boyfriend starts working her dress off. 'He's in for a surprise.'
The hybrid certainly is surprised after getting the top down passed her chest. "You're not weaving a bra."
"That's not the only thing I'm not wearing."
Goshen has to use all his self control to not tear the dress off. Instead, he lies Marie on her back to ease it off her body. He almost drools seeing his girlfriend's completely naked body. 'Goshen, don't you dare let your wolf half lose control now. You've trained to keep your instincts in line.' Once he feels secure with himself, the hybrid begins to explore the hind's body with his canine tongue.
Marie gasps. 'Oh! His tongue!' She opens up one eye. 'Good thing he has rabbit ears.' She reaches and begins to fondle one of Goshen's long ears.
The hybrid shudders from the sensation. As he laps at Marie, Goshen lowers his pants to free his excitement.
The hind feels her boyfriend's tongue reach a part of her that makes her instantly climax. Her body twitches as she recovers.
Goshen lifts his head and licks his lips with a smile showing off his fangs to Marie. "You taste delicious."
Marie smiles back. "I should hope so."
The hybrid gets off the bed to kick off his pants. Before he's able to return, Marie lurches forward and starts returning the favor. "Oh shit!"
Marie feels a little naughty. 'If this is what a carnivore tastes, I can see the appeal.'
Goshen tries to keep from digging his claws in his girlfriend's head as she's blowing him. 'Keep control of yourself.'
After a while, Marie stops and lies back down on the bed. "Goshen, make me a woman."
The hybrid crawls onto the bed until he's lined up with her. He kisses her as he enters.
Marie moans into Goshen's mouth. The slow process is making her want to hold it where it is to enjoy it for longer and have it go deeper to see things through at the same time. Once her boyfriend hilts inside her, the hind breaks the kiss and lets out a drawn out moan.
"You okay?" Goshen grunts out.
"Yes. Ooh. Alright, I'm ready."
So, the two begin to rock together.
Goshen gently nips at Marie's neck.
The hind gasps with pleasure. 'Mother is such a fool! Tender fangs are wonderful!'
The hybrid runs a hand over one of his girlfriend's thighs.
Marie takes this as her cue to wrap her legs around Goshen's waist. "Yes! Yes! Harder! You're such a good boy!"
That praise drives the hybrid totally wild. Inheriting a canine's natural praise kink makes Goshen unable to stop himself from thrusting mercilessly into Marie.
The hind wraps her arms around her boyfriend's torso. 'The leanness of an herbivore and the sturdy muscle of a carnivore in one body. This hybrid is perfection!'
The couple starts to shake the bed from the sheer force of their love making. They moan, scream, then…they tumble over the edge as one. After they both catch their breath, Goshen and Marie softly kiss.
LEMON ENDS HERE
When the hybrid pulls back from their kiss, he discovers his girlfriend crying. "Marie? What's wrong?! Did I hurt you?!"
The hind hugs Goshen. "I don't want this to end!"
The hybrid understands Marie's talking about their relationship. He hugs her too as a tear falls from his eye. "Me neither."
The couple clings to each other as they cry out their frustrations at their situation.
Half an hour later…
Goshen and Marie exit Hotel Rose without looking at each other.
Marie's disguise hides just how miserable she looks at having to leave.
Goshen sighs. "Hope you enjoy your party with your parents."
"Not likely."
"Oh. Well…see you later then." He starts walking away.
Marie clenches her fists. "Wait." She runs over and kisses Goshen. "I'm addicted to you too." The hind walks quickly in the other direction towards where she knows Agata's waiting for her with the car.
Goshen didn't inherit his father's tail. If he had, it would be wagging up a storm.
Hanging from a nearby rooftop with one hand, a cloaked figure is looking at their phone. On it is a photo of the couple's kiss.
AN: This mysterious cloaked figure has snapped a picture of the secret couple's kiss. What could this mean? Tune in next time to find out!
