Jori Comes Out: The Story
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Jori Comes Out: The Story
Let us go back to an earlier time in the realm of Ai'Onniz...
...Let us go back to Jori'Altania Jacylyn Trashantra's youth.
It was yet another day during summer vacation. Jori, age 14 at the time, had been under the power of her Engulf curse for one year that day. That is, it was her 14th birthday that day. Her best friends came that day and Jori enjoyed an early birthday party. Living at the famous Engulf Manor, Jori and her fellow Engulfs would enjoy the celebration together.
But what is an Engulf, you ask? An Engulf, quite simply, is a monster race of Ai'Onniz. They are blessed with powerful psychic abilities, but one cost. Their Soulfire, which is essentially one's mortal lifespan in both life and death, was weak. To keep it strong, an Engulf must swallow a living being whole. Doing so, the victim dies within them. When this happens, the victim's spirit enters their mind, and their soul re-ignites the Soulfire back to full strength... just once per devouring, though.
In short, they happen to be monsters that depend on vore to keep their lifespan safe.
All of Jori's friends knew it by now, although Jori kept it secret to anyone else other than friends and family -- how else would she get the necessary prey she needed to stay alive? Despite her being a monster, all of her friends accepted her for who she was, from the lowly rat Nix Brownie to the charismatic Rhodesian Ridgeback named Tory to the wolf druid named Tawny DuBois, who, due to the druid laws, legally changed her name to one of her choosing at age 13... and that name would be Violet.
The party was a merry one, but it dwindled down around the afternoon. This was because Jori was to start her career as an adventurer that night, and needed to attend the orientation to it down at her school, Ronnagan City Central.
As her mother, the current owner of the boarding house known as the Engulf Manor, went to work on cleaning up after the party ended, one of her friends stuck by. It was none other than Violet. Even back then she had her long hair dyed, well, violet, and wore gothic-style clothing. Back then Jori's hair was long, as opposed to the short orange hair she usually had, and she wore skirts instead of her slacks she wears today.
"Hey, Vio", said Jori as she approached. "What's up? Why haven't ya left yet?" Jori's voice would have an Irish-style accent, one she picked up from her parents, especially her beloved father who had lost his life permanently two years ago.
"Oh, no reason", said Violet, who had a very subtle Irish accent, a common one amongst those in Ronnagan City. "Well... okay, that's a lie. Come, Jori. Shall we go up to your room?" The tigress nodded, padding her way upstairs with Violet following behind her.
Each member of the Engulf Manor had their own room, and it was a basic one at that; one window to look outside with, with a bed, a bookshelf, a dresser, and some shelves to hold things with. Jori had outfitted hers with a rug, but not much else. Opening the door to the room, Jori stepped in, waited for Violet to enter too, closed the door with telekinesis, then turned and faced her friend.
"So. As I asked before. What's up?" Jori asked.
"Jori... I had something I wanted to ask you... it's a bit private though...", responded Violet.
"Shoot"
"Well... do you remember that talk in class near the end of the year about finding out our sexualities?"
Jori remembered it like it was yesterday, but for negative reasons. Amongst the anthros, who did not listen to most social mores, it was okay to be gay as well as promiscuous. Jori however did not like such thinking. Some religious extremists, called the Judges, viewed homosexuality as a sin, although the holy book of Ai'Onniz, the Lore, did not say such things and even promoted both as means of expressing one's spiritual truth and to share deep affection, respectively. In fact, the goddess whom Jori worshipped with the most fervor, Onniacanna, the nature goddess, was said to be a bisexual herself.
As much as Jori did not want to oppose a sexuality that her beloved goddess supposedly engaged in regularly in her various avatars with the mortals of the dimension, Jori found it a bit saddening to be gay. The stigma given by the non-beast humanoids, such as the humans, elves and dwarves (though elves were less keen on gay-bashing) for it being "gross", the chauvinistic men who murdered gay men but loved lesbians because they were "hot", the religious extremists' condemnation... it was too much for Jori when she found out her oldest friend, Nix, was a lesbian. That, combined with the fact that her father was "perma-killed" by demon-worshippers, is probably how Jori's mild mental ailment of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came out into the open.
When another old friend, a raccoon named Raqueta, was discovered to be gay too and started to date Nix, Jori and her had an argument. Raqueta was a bossy little bitch at times, to say at the least, and Jori was concerned for her oldest ally. When the tigress and raccoon got into an argument over Nix's treatment, Jori had lost Raqueta as a friend, and would not be so much as neutral with Raqueta until both girls were young women. That day Jori believed she had lost two friends to their sexualities. As she learned that her male friend Tory had given a blowjob to another guy in school and liked it, and that Violet hung out with lesbians all the time, herself being a mostly-gay bisexual...
...In short, Jori had issues.
"Em... yeah, why?" Jori asked.
Violet stepped forward in her tall black boots. "I think you know why, birthday girl".
Jori was aghast. She put two and two together in an instant and realized what Violet was up to. "N... no!" she suddenly blurted. Violet was taken aback by the outburst.
"No...? Jori? Are you okay--"
"No, gods-dammit, I am NOT okay! I've lost all of my friends to this... this disease! It's unfair! It's just not fair!" With that, Jori buried her face in her hands and began to sob miserably. Ever since her father had died, Jori had not cried at all.
Now it was Violet's turn to be aghast. "J... Jori!" she gasped. Slowly she trotted over to the cat's side... only to get clawed across the face. "Ach! Gods dammit, Jori!" Violet immediately countered with a punch to the nose, knocking the tigress flat on her ass. Jori did not counterattack, her nose bleeding, and merely sobbed on the floor.
"Jori... Jori... JORI!" Violet's last call for the tigress caught her attention. Violet sighed. The lass, older by one year, waved her bronze-and-silver-bracer-wearing arm through the air. "Spirit of the Healing Jay", she spoke with the authority over the spirits that only a druid had. "Come unto my friend and I and heal out injuries". As soon as she spoke those words, her evocation of one of the spirits of nature, the Healing Jay, would be manifested in her Mana. Her paw would glow the color of her aura, violet (of course), and Tawny would then wave her hand, speaking the word, "Heal".
As Tawny worked her magic, a translucent, greenish "wind" would blow through, covering Jori and Violet's faces before fading away. As the wind swirled about, their wounds would glow green and instantly heal, the blood spilt vaporizing. "There we go", Violet said after the winds vanished. With that she walked near Jori, still sniffling, and knelt down next to her.
"Jori... please, tell me what's wrong," pleaded the wolf. "You're starting to upset me..."
The tigress continued to sob. "I... I don't want to suffer anymore, Violet..." she said with a melancholy voice. "I'd already lost da... and I'm naw friends with Raqueta anymore... I don't want any more loss..."
"Jori", said a concerned Violet. "What do you mean? What does this have to do with who you're attracted to?"
"Vio... I... I think I might like girls, too... they're... I like really frail, gentle people. I don't want to spend me life with someone who would be mean and dominate me all the time... I want to be strong... but I want to be kind and gentle, too. I want someone who I could protect... but the problem is most guys aren't like that. I find meself attracted to girls because they give me what I want... someone to take care of and to love"
Violet's heart skipped a beat, and then began to flutter in her chest. "Oh, Jori", she said passionately. "Is that true? Is that all true?" As the tigress nodded slowly, Violet wrapped her arms around her. "Jori... you are such a kind soul. You have a heart just like the goddess you serve... no wonder you worship Onnia; the more I see you, the more parallels I see between you two..."
Jori still continued to sob, as if the embrace of her friend helped squeeze her tears out. "Violet", she said, "You don't understand. All the bad stuff, all the bad treatment gays and lesbians suffer from daily--"
Violet stood up. "My gods, Jori", she said. "Is THAT what this is about? Fuck humanoids, fuck men, and fuck those hypocrite Judges", she said. Apparently, Jori had told Violet about why she disliked homosexuality before. "They don't know SHIT. They can't see the love of people who, well, love each other".
Violet knelt down once more and gave Jori a kiss on the forehead. "Believe me, I went through the same things you described, Jori. Hence why I hung out with my fellow lezzies. Besides, if being gay is bad, then how come there are gay clerics who can use Divine magic? Don't you need to be ‘anointed by the gods' or some crap like that to use that kinda magic?
"Look. Jori. Please. For the love of the Eight and all the spirits of Terrestria, do NOT let some ignorant assholes run your life for you. You are what you are. Got it?"
Jori looked up with her meek pink eyes. She slowly gained a smile across her little white muzzle. "...Violet, I love you", she said softly. "And I thank you for everything you have said. The druids are a wise people indeed".
"Damn straight", Violet said with a giggle. "So... Jori. The reason I ask you is because I wanted to--"
"Say no more", Jori said, flaunting her hair. "I know you wanted to do me, it being my birthday at all. Oh, Violet, this is the best gift I've received this day!"
Violet nodded, and with that, sat down on the ground and undid her boots. Jori also sat, already barefoot as she usually was, and began to tug off her skirt and panties. Violet unzipped her dress and removed it. Jori was already nude, her tunic off. As Violet began to undo her bra, Jori jumped upon her with a giggle, unhinging her friend's bra for her.
Next door, Callott, Jori's mother, who was eavesdropping the whole time, took a content sip of her tea. "That's my girl", she said to herself with a smile.
As both girls, both equally nude, crawled up onto Jori's bed, Jori's heart was fluttering. She wondered how females even had sex to begin with, amongst other things, but she, with deep trust in her friend, pushed her worries aside. "So...", Jori asked. "How do we do it?"
Violet smirked. She slowly spread Jori's legs apart. "Open your pussy, pussy cat", said the wolf like a silver-tongued devil, lust dripping from her words. As Jori complied, Violet's own legs would open up, and she would scoot closer to Jori, opening her own vagina as well. Violet would then mash their open labias together, and slowly began to grind them against one another.
Jori blushed softly. It felt so nice to her, and reminded her of all the times she used to hump her pillow in bed. "This", said Violet gently, "Is called tribadism, or scissoring. It's easy to do, and fun at that". Beginning to moan, Tawny humped into Jori harder. "C... C'mon", she said after a few seconds. "Hump me back"
Jori nodded slowly. As she did, she noticed the bottoms of her friend's feet. The delicate, five-toed, single-padded feet looked like they were sculpted from clay. As Jori stared more and more at them, she more wet she became.
"Jori!" said Violet, snapping the cat back to reality.
"Em... sorry", Jori said, pleasure washing over her as Violet rubbed against her crotch. "Vio... I... I kind of like... paws".
"So go ahead and play with mine", said Vio with a smile. Jori complied, reaching over and gripping Violet's foot by the ankle. Jori soon began to grind back, their crotches squishing together and making naughty-sounding noise as they did. Violet's pussy was so warm, and left so soft against Jori's own wet folds. Both anthros' sensitive noses caught the delightful scent of their sexes, Jori's own enjoying the sweaty smell of her friend's feet.
Violet moaned loudly, rubbing her breasts in pleasure, her nipples hard as if in the coldest day of winter. Jori purred softly, her spiny tongue slowly lapping over her friend's sole before beginning to suck on her big toe. Their sweet fluids dribbled out from their crotches and began to soak Jori's bed sheets as they made sweet love. As Violet sped up, Jori sped up as well. As Jori ground harder, so did Violet. The two of them did their best to pleasure one another, and pleasure one another they did.
As the electrifying sensations rolled up their spines, Jori began to gasp for air and moan as well. "Ohhh... V... Violet! I... am I gonna... I feel like... like... OH MY GODS!!" Unable to hold herself back anymore, Jori let out a fierce roar. Her cunt exploded with juice, coating her friend's nethers with cum. As she did, Violet immediately gripped Jori by the arms and tugged her in-between her legs.
Her passion getting the better of her, Jori immediately responded to Violet's next command, "Eat me out! Lick, dammit! LICK MY PUSSY OUT!" Jori shut her eyes tight, lapping cautiously at first. It tasted so sweet to the cat inside of Violet's pussy that she began to eat her out ravenously, savoring the bittersweet flavor of her secretions. Violet shivered, groaning before letting out a deep howl, exploding all over Jori's face.
Violet laid back, gasping for breath. Jori licked her lips, getting the last of the wolf's pussy juice into her mouth and swallowing it down with relish. Jori then crawled towards her friend and laid down on top of her, their breasts mashing together. "Ohhh, Violet", groaned the exhausted Jori. "That... that was the best sex I've ever had in my whole fucking life..."
"You... you are most welcome, Jori", replied Violet. "I find a good nap after sex... is the best remedy for the exhaustion it causes. Your orientation doesn't start until 1900 hours, right?" Jori nodded, crawling off of Violet and, being way ahead of her, slipped under her covers. Violet joined the tigress, lying next to her.
"Violet?" Jori asked, yawning.
"What?" asked the wolf.
"Can... you kiss me?"
Violet blushed and giggled. "Sure, Jori". The wolf then wrapped her hands slowly around the back of the tiger's head and pressed her lips to her muzzle, slipping her tongue inside. Jori suckled on Violet's tongue, slipping her own inside of her mouth. As they broke their kiss, they wrapped their arms around each other and, closing their eyes, drifted off into sleep. For Violet, it meant making her friend happy with herself. But for Jori, it meant her whole life was ahead of her... her new life as a bisexual.
(This story is dedicated to all those who had needed the courage of friends to help one come out of the closet. -TT)