Cant you feel that love is in the air
"Can you feel that love is in the air, can't you see them dancing everywhere, now I know why my heart is blue I'll feel fine, fine, fine, for you". Music poured from the speakers and the bass shook the ground. Strobe lights flashed and illuminated a sea of glow sticks as furs danced wildly, all worries forgotten for the night. Friday was my favorite night of the week for Friday was rave night, the one night I could let loose and shake my ass on the dance floor. I had been waiting for this night all week, I had a shit-load of work from my professors due on Monday and lately a lot of pressure was beginning to get to me, mainly my constant paranoia that someone at my college would figure out the secret I've been hiding since middle school... the fact that I'm a tail raiser. I knew the paranoia was silly but I just couldn't shake the feeling that someone, somewhere suspected, or even worse, knew, about my secret. The last thing I wanted was to be branded the queer kid, especially after seeing what happened to the last kid who was unwillingly outed, the thought alone sent chills down my spine.
I finally managed to snap myself out of my little trance and back to reality which was, at least at this moment, that I had nothing to worry about. I was at the one place where I could just blend in with everyone around me, not that I had much trouble with that at college, I wasn't the kind of person that caught much attention. By all appearances I was just your average fox, with the generic fur pattern and fur color, I was about average height for my age and was pretty much average weight. There was, however, one feature that stuck out... my shiny, bright blue eyes, not that blue eyes are uncommon or anything because they sure as hell aren't, but mine were an intense blue color that really stuck out, which wasn't always a good thing, I had to deal with a lot of shit about them in 6th grade, apparently some people can find a way to make fun of anything.
I was beginning to get a bit tired and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't beginning to feel a bit depressed, I have a habit of thinking negatively. I made my way through the sea of furs to the bar and sat myself down at a stool after ordering a glass of coke (I know it sounds lame but I'm still not 21, I'm only in my first year of college after all). I was sitting there, lost in some depressing thought, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find a handsome husky smiling at me. "Hey sexy" he said, grinning broadly, "what're you doin over here when you could be out there, shaking that cute little ass of yours?". All I can say is thank god for orange fur; I was blushing so hard my face had begun to burn. "My you're... forward." I replied, still blushing like mad but feeling my temper begin to rise "Is this how you treat every pretty fur you meet? Like some they're some cock hungry slut?". I knew I was being a bit overdramatic but I hated being used as someone's one night stand, I had been used too many times before. His smile faltered, "I'm sorry" he replied "I'm just used to seeing fur's who'd rather skip the formalities and just yiff" he explained. Suddenly I felt bad for snapping at him, he seemed like a nice person. "I'm sorry" I replied, looking down "I guess I may have overreacted, I just hate being used". "I know how you feel" he replied, causing me to look up in surprise, " I've never been with a guy that wanted anything more than a quickie" he added, looking dejected, "I'm sorry I bothered you, I'll just go now". As he stood and turned to leave I jumped up and caught him by the arm. "wait!" I shouted, he turned around, a surprised look on his face. "I never did catch your name..." I said, grinning. When he heard this, a huge grin spread across his muzzle. "I'm sorry, where are my manners" he replied, "I'm Matt". "Well, Matt, how would you like to dance with me" I asked, grinning devilishly, "I was getting a little lonely out there and could use a hot fur to come shake his ass with me". If his grin had gotten any bigger his muzzle may have permanently cracked. "Well, of course" he replied, "I wouldn't want my cute little foxy getting all lonely". With that I grabbed his arm and yanked him onto the dance floor.
We danced our tails off for almost an hour; he sure knew how to rave. I watched as he got lost in the music, shaking his cute ass to the rhythm, swinging his side to side, his hair bouncing with every jolt. He was amazing, I swear I spent more time watching him than actually dancing, and the more I watched the more I fell head over heels in love. Just being around him gave me a feeling I hadn't felt in years, that warm feeling in your chest that even the greatest writer on earth could not sum up in words. In my mind there is no such thing as a real romance novel, for love is a feeling that cannot be trapped on paper, it is a feeling that must be free to flow through your heart and soul in a way that no mortal man can describe, for we are not meant to tell of love or describe love, only to feel it, and feel it I did.
The time passed far too quickly and before I knew it, it was time to leave. I left the party with Matt's soft arms around my waist. I giggled as he gave me a squeeze then pecked me on the side of the muzzle, his soft lips brushing against my furry muzzle.
I couldn't wait for the night I had ahead of me...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- know its short but this was never meant to turn into a story, its just a writing practice that went out of control. depending on the feedback i recieve i may or may not continue it
side note: the song at the beginning is feel fine by tune up. i did not write it and claim no credit