Vignette: A Place for Us
#14 of Notebook
(Meta note: the events referred to in this story can be found in this story. Those who are reading for more than just yiff can read that one first.)
Vignette: A Place for Us
"Let's try it!" Trevor laughed as he drove the flyweight transport back onto the dirt road. "Ready!?"
Serina, his passenger, firmly nodded with an expectant smile on her face.
The moment he finished the turn, the cheetah amped up the current, and the fuel cell's electrical hum turned into a loud buzz as the truck lurched forward. Had it anything on its bed, it certainly would have fallen off.
Trevor felt the suspension doing its best to try and handle the continuous rumble and uneven ripples of the dirt road as his speed rose past 60 kph. As he gripped the wheel harder and harder to keep the vehicle on course, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Serina grabbing onto her hand holds tighter and tighter.
But that only encouraged him. He kept pushing it harder as the wind started whipping his spotted fur and his adrenaline kicked in. It was the thrill seeking impulse that being a Lieutenant in the GDF had not yet trained out of him -- and possibly never would.
"Isn't this great!?" he yelled over the wind as he approached 80 kph.
Serina didn't answer, but seemed to enjoy the wind in her hair -- even though her grip on the top of the open frame was relentless.
But when he saw what he was looking for, he suddenly yelled, "aha! There it is!" looking at an otherwise nondescript tree.
Immediately, he slammed on the brakes, giving her an actual startle. But a scare of his own soon followed, as skidding on the gravel road made the entire truck start drifting a bit sideways.
Trevor had to twist the wheel back and forth in a panic, to try and keep them on the road... until, just shy of tipping them over, the the tires finally got their grip, and they stopped.
There was a moment of silence, before Trevor said, "um... maybe I shouldn't do that again."
"Why ever not, my dear? It was fun!"
"No no, I meant the stopping part."
"Oh! Very wise of you," she stated.
And inexplicably, the tension came out of both of them in the same way: a tremendous fit of giggling. Trevor started it, and as he knew, she found his giggling irresistible when he got started. Sure enough, she was giggling too, in that supremely childish way that she never seemed to like, even though she was happy.
After a good minute or so, getting both of their chests sore and eyes watering, Trevor, still panting, reached over and hugged the hyena. She hugged back. And the feeling of her fur was finally enough to break his spell of endless giggles.
Once recomposed, Trevor slowly turned off the road, carefully rolled down the short embankment, and drove at a much more sedentary pace up to the tree. He looked briefly over at her, and smiled -- but found the mirth had left her, being replaced with her most common expression, heavy contemplation.
Though she could experience joy, he knew her heart had to be heavy, based on what day this was. But he just wanted to give her an opportunity to forget about that if she wanted to. And he felt certain that the destination he had driven them to was sure to do that.
The cheetah drove up to the tree, parked, and turned the fuel cell off.
He listened for a moment to the wind blowing in the grass before asking: "You remember this place, don't you?"
She seemed a bit disoriented at first, but swung her feet out of the open cab and stepped off the bench seat. She walked around in a couple foot circle -- probably getting her bearings, Trevor thought -- before she suddenly turned back around toward him.
"Is this where you first asked for my affections?" she asked.
Trevor smiled. "And do you remember what I promised you?" he asked warmly.
"Many things," replied the much older hyena with a coy smile.
She walked over to the driver's side of the truck, and when Trevor gazed up at her, the sight of her radiant eyes, scraggy fur, and wonderfully lived-in and wise face struck him. Without even thinking, he brought his muzzle toward hers, since it was so close.
She seemed to recognize what he was doing, and though neither asked, neither resisted as their muzzles brushed past each other and they slowly embraced.
It was enough that the cheetah's planned pulling-away-the-curtain moment was put on hold. He just felt her cheek fur on his nose, and hers on his, but spent most of his time inhaling her wonderful scent. It was a change from the rather barren wind; strong and earthy, yet comforting and familiar.
It was a long and lovely embrace before Trevor finally allowed his muzzle to leave hers, taking one last brush of his cheek to feel the heavier, longer fur and wonderfully lived-in skin beneath it.
The feeling simply enhanced the visage he looked upon as he pulled away: quiet and gentle, showing great wisdom from her greater number of decades, but still protecting a reservoir of energy that could be called upon if she so desired.
"I love you," was all Trevor said.
She said nothing, but smiled shyly -- surely difficult, Treavor thought, for a creature as radiant and wise as her.
"I'm just glad you can be so happy," he added -- getting her eyes to instantly harden and the smile to mostly drop away. He immediately regretted saying it.
"Yes, well... I still miss him," she admitted, turning her gaze away from him for a moment.
"I know," replied Trevor, trying to bring it back as his heart rose up into his chest. "And I know I don't have his 40 years, and --"
He paused momentarily, getting her eyes back on him as he tried to soften the blow -- to her, but mainly to himself.
"-- And the life expectancy tables say we probably can't get there. I just... want you to be happy."
That got her to give one of her special, coy smiles: you worry too much, it said. It was a message that Trevor could not accept lightly; could not accept, if he was honest, from anyone but someone of her experience and intimate trust.
"Um, and that's why," he continued, taking that as a cue to continue, "I'm here. This is to repay you and keep one of those many things I promised," he concluded, trying to get back up on the imaginary stage, and grasping the imaginary curtain.
He stepped out of the transport with a flare, taking her hands in his. "I'll ask again," he repeated, "do you remember the most grandiose promise I made?"
It took her a moment to think of the answer. "I know!" she suddenly exclaimed, grabbing his gray GDF uniform sleeves at the wrist. "A place for us."
"That's right," he answered with a nervous smile. "That was almost a year and a half ago. I wish it could have been sooner, but I finally --"
Suddenly, looking toward a cluster of trees, she gasped. He presumed she was familiar enough with it this spot to tell that the surrounding landscape had been significantly altered.
"You didn't!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"I did!" he exclaimed back, stress making him almost as giddy as her, "would you like to see it!?"
"Of course!" she cried in excitement, the energy she drew making her eyes light up as she let him go and dashed over to look at it.
Trevor jogged in the same direction, not trying to keep up. Despite being twice his age, she insisted on continuing to hunt and fish for herself, in spite of her daughter having taken over her previous duties as Shamaness for her tribe. Meanwhile, he'd been transferred from tribal GDF rep to a back-office position a couple years ago, and this was just another reminder he needed to get back in shape.
In the end, he got there not too long after she did, though quite a bit more out of breath. As he rounded the corner of the last tree, he watched her gaze in awe at his achievement: a rough-hewn cabin made of wood from the exotic trees on the sub-tropical edge of the Free Zone.
He just watched her stare at the cabin with total amazement, as if she had never seen one. The longer her eyes -- and soon, her legs, wandered around the structure, the more joy and awe he felt her radiating.
"This isn't owned by the GDF, either," the cheetah added, as if she'd asked a question, "it's owned by no one, just like the land in the Free Zone."
"It's a special place," she sighed, stepping up the short flight of steps to the raised front door.
"It should be," he answered. "And the only things I had to bring in," he added, "are the windows and the fire pit."
She pulled open the wooden door, with neither bolt nor lock, and stepped inside.
Trevor hoped it was what a member of her tribe might build for her if they had the patience and his sense of aesthetics: rough-hewn walls, solid floors, two sets of shelves, several hand-made tools hanging on the wall, and a tremendous pile of pillows and blankets instead of furniture.
The only things that were clearly imported, as he said, were the four skylights, two large windows on each wall, and steel-rimmed fire pit in the corner capable of supporting a three-foot bonfire if she wanted one.
"My only regret," he added as she padded slowly around, "is that you couldn't stand on the ground as you are used to. I had to raise it up to prevent rain from ruining everything."
He let her wander slowly around, studying everything as was her natural inclination. She spent a good ten seconds looking out all the windows, and around at the room, seeming to feel its essence.
When her excitement seemed to peak, he asked, "What do you think?"
Without any warning, she suddenly spun around and grabbed him in a bear hug. "It's wonderful, my dear!"
Trevor couldn't help but laugh, as her feeling of joy washed over him too, though significantly less intense. That was an expression of happiness that he seldom saw the former Shamaness, whose position had seemed to instill a great deal of reservation and thought to her actions.
She then did something even more uncharacteristic: took a running jump into the pile of pillows close to the extinguished fire pit.
That was enough to get Trevor just as excited -- though in a different way. Instead, he got a bottle of wine from one of the shelves, and stepped over to her. "May I join you?" he purred.
"Of course!" she enthused.
Trevor didn't jump in, more like dropped in, keeping the wine in his arms. He landed right next to her, the light feathers compressing and the heavier cloth catching his fall. His heart started racing as he pulled the cork from the wine bottle, which was half empty.
"This is what I built this for," he sighed. "Want some?" he asked suggestively.
"Certainly, my dear..." She took the bottle from him and immediately took a large swig.
He just watched her, eyes entranced -- and pounding heart now moving the bloodflow to his dick, which was starting to grow at the mere thought of what would soon happen as a result.
She seemed to settle down, and just gently held him. But his excitement was going in another direction.
"There's one thing I haven't shown you yet," he murmured to her, looking upside down to see her chin. Once he saw her turn her head down, he cast his eyes to the corner nearest the front door, which had a little dual-90 bend in it; a privacy corner.
"Oooh, let me guess --"
"Shhhhh," he hushed, pushing the bottle back to her face.
She took another gulp with a smile, letting him shut her up.
"Yes, I thought of that too," he concluded.
"Does that mean I can --"
"Yes, without leaving," he interrupted. "Essential for any cabin, I'd say."
At the mere though of what he was referring to, Trevor's face started to flush.
"Ohhhh," she teased, noticing his reaction, "does that mean you designed it so that you can --"
"Shhhhhh," he hushed, "you'll find out everything when... it's time."
She gently pulled his uniformed body up her chest a bit, getting the back of his shirt to contact her hides. Trevor helped her by situating himself between her arms and legs, feeling her leggings and loin cloth in the small of his back. That didn't help ease the discomfort of his erection, but it felt good to know that part of her was so close to him.
But soon, as the topic continued to hang in the air, and his body continued to react to it, he felt a different, much less pleasant form of tension start to build up. She was doing what he implicitly wanted, by not talking about it, but it was simply such an intimate part of himself that his heart wouldn't let it stand. And even a swig or two of wine wasn't going to change that.
"Serina... please, tell me something," whispered Trevor, as he steeled himself for the undressing he was about to receive.
She took another gulp of wine, and said nothing.
"Why did you... let me follow you that day?"
"Don't be silly, my dear," she answered calmly, "why wouldn't I?"
That was not the answer Trevor was expecting. "I never saw anyone from the tribe follow you... is it not impolite?"
"Few would wish to see me without my usual attire," she answered, "and those who did would never wish to look in the bushes while I was there. At least, until you, that is. Oh-so-special you."
She smiled affectionately. But her words only made Trevor's blush worse.
"So... you really didn't mind?" he insisted.
"Why would I mind? It was you who I expected to mind... until I found out you actually wanted to see me pee."
Trevor flinched at her directness, as if she had poked him.
"I still cannot understand, child," she continued, adopting the lyrical tone of her former position, as she gently stroked his head between his ears, "why the idea makes you turn red. Is this another one of those strange Politeness rules?" she asked playfully.
Put that way, Treavor almost felt insulted, but he knew what she meant. "You could say that," he answered. "It is part of the greater focus on clothes in my society. And when I was young... well, I was very curious. It is reminds me of memories that have burrowed deep into my mind."
"Are they painful?" she asked with a voice of some concern.
"No," he answered, running out of words as the images flashed through his mind, "it was simply an unfulfilled wish. And every time you... let me watch you, it is a little piece of wish fulfillment."
"Then you should be pleased," she sighed, "for I shall fulfill your wish yet again before long."
She gulped more wine. Trevor looked at the bottle to find, much to his delight, it was a quarter gone. She would indeed.
But as they lay there, and he tried to just relax into her presence and her open-ness, he found his nerves did not abate much. After the silence hung a moment, he got up the courage to ask. "Be honest: what do you see in me?"
"Oh my dear, don't be silly."
"Really, I want to know. What made you decide that you would rather keep an 'outsider' in your thoughts, instead of finding someone else from your tribe? Especially after I got transferred far away?"
"If you're trying to sound like Ahan, you're succeeding."
"Who?"
"He's gone -- and it's probably a good thing for my daughter, too. He was the biggest troublemaker you have ever met. He tried to split our tribe in two."
"Really? Why?"
"Because he wanted power. He was trying to strip females of their rights and make it all about the males."
Trevor looked up at her incredulously. "Really?"
"I barely kept them all in line," she sighed, pausing to take another gulp of the wine. "This is just wonderful, by the way."
"The wine? I made sure --"
"Everything, my dear. Everything. You really know how to make me happy. And that is why I stay with you."
She continued her gentle strokes with affection that only she could express. He could feel her nails were a bit too long, and her skin was much less supple than it used to be, but for him, that was not a deficit, but an asset. She always felt, in everything she did, like an ancient power embodied.
"I just want you to be happy," he repeated.
"So I'll keep making you happy," she added, with a wry smile.
"And I just want to... be with you. Every way you could mean it. You are just beautiful. I want... to watch you as you grow older and wiser."
She sighed contentedly. "Older? Yes. Wiser? I have not felt any wiser since my daughter took over."
"Nonsense! You have lived two of my lives, doing something I could never do. You have been though many struggles, and you are better for them. You wouldn't be who you are without them... someone I can only gaze up in awe at... and be drawn to." He looked at her upside down from her lap, and felt a bit of that awe.
It must have showed in his face, because after her next swig, she looked down, and hugged him. "Thank you, my dear. You have such kind words for me."
Silence fell for a moment.
"Do you want to tell me about Hanar?" he gingerly asked.
She told him, slowly, as the wine began to work, about her former mate. She did not seem distraught so much as resigned to his passing. She had accepted it -- but that didn't mean she didn't have a lot to say.
He did what she wanted him to do: listen. No comments, no jokes, no interruptions. And somehow, before Trevor knew it, she was falling asleep. He decided to join her not long after.
***
The first thing Trevor heard was a groan.
"Ungh... my dear, are you awake? Unnnnngh." He felt his body being jostled a bit.
He sat up as quickly as he could. "Serina?" he asked, getting his bearings. Cabin, pillows, and underneath him --
"I really need to pee," his mate insisted, "please show me this toilet of yours."
That got him awake in a hurry, and his wood to start returning almost as fast as his other senses. "Of course," he replied, groping for the floor through the mass of pillows, and upon finding it, pushing himself up to his feet.
She had a bit more trouble, whether because of the wine or just her slumber was unclear. In the end, he helped her up, and once standing, she started uncomfortably crossing her legs.
"Let's go," she insisted.
"Right this way," he purred, inviting her toward the corner.
It was so urgent, Trevor let her push him aside, and brush through the grass curtain.
"It's lovely," she groaned, "but where do I go?! Here!?"
Trevor stepped in, and from a slightly raised part of the floor, pulled up what appeared to be a small flat square of wood with a handle resting on it. When he did, it revealed a hole.
"That's what I thought," she stated quickly, "thank you."
She stepped over to it, and squatted down in the position she always used. Sure enough, it was the right height -- both for her, and for him. With nothing more than a sigh, a strong, hissy stream of liquid began spraying out of her.
As Trevor stared, eyes transfixed by the sight, he got to his knees, pulled his uniform pants to his thighs, and crawled submissively toward her on the lower par of the floor, looking up at the strong yellow stream which was now just above him.
She took a moment of breathing and peeing to look down at him. "Oh, is that what you want?" she asked with a coy smile, seeming to ignore the tiny fire hose that seemed to be inside her muff.
"Please," Trevor groaned lustfully, moving his head closer and closer to the gushing water as he moved his muzzle toward the hole, wanting a stronger sniff.
She pinched the stream off for a moment, with some difficulty based on her face, and reached down to pull Treavor's head toward her spread legs.
The cheetah panted with excitement as he crawled more, allowing his head to be brought beneath her. Once he was close enough, he closed his eyes, and breathed deep, sniffing her wonderfully familiar scent as his head hung over the pit.
"Please," he repeated, mouth hanging open -- eyes closed because he knew what was coming.
And without another word, she sighed loudly, and the rush of water resumed, this time all over his face with more than a bit of the uneven spray hitting his mouth as she moved her labia around with her two fingers.
The smell and taste -- so familiar to him, and so reminiscent of the way she smelled -- got him immediately to start pawing himself. He couldn't wait for her to finish, he wanted to cum now.
As he breathed it in, letting a little bit run into his mouth before spitting it down the hole with the rest, she slowed down, and trickled to a stop. But he was too busy living in the space of "smelling her" to notice. His nose and tongue were saturated with the taste of her hot, bitter liquid and the slightly earthy smell he could often detect in her sweat, mixed with her sweet fluids.
Trevor was so strongly aroused, and so fully intoxicated with the sense of her, that he pawed himself for another little bit while he listened to the faint sound of her lips dripping their last drops, until he finally orgasmed with a groan. He felt his muscles start pumping his seed out, but didn't really care where it went. He thought he felt some of it land in his pants, but he wasn't sure.
And once the rush of orgasm had washed over him, he felt a pair of hands gently push his head forward to rest upon the wood in front of the hole. He just laid there, panting and satisfied.
"Feel better?" he heard her tease.
"Much," he gasped, still catching his breath. "How about you?"
"Much," she replied, her sigh much smaller.
He opened his eyes to find her smiling down at him. He smiled back up at her.
"Do you think... we can stay here until my leave is up?"
"Of course," she answered. "But you'll have to fish for yourself, unless you can... make it up to me."
"I will do my very best," he purred, licking his lips.
"Then I should go. It will probably get dark soon."
Trevor slowly got back to his feet, and reassembled his pants as best he could. "I'll be waiting for your return. Eagerly," he added.
She stood, and after getting a spear off the wall, left for the river.
The End.