Herbal Essences
#2 of Furpleasure
"Yourka Bekkers!" Judge Stone's voice rang out. "For illegal possession, dealing, and ingesting of Marijuana, and this being the 10th , TENTH! Time you have been brought before this court on this charge, I sentence you to Fourteen months community service as a security guard. Let's See how you like upholding the law yourself for once!."
This Pissed me the hell off of course. I mean JEEZ! Ive been smoking since I was ten, when I found my dad's stash. Ive never hurt anyone. Ill go to my normal job at the bank, as an upstanding citizen, come home to my pet fish and feed it, then go outside and toke with a couple friends. No one ever died, or even drove when we were high. Somehow I keep getting taken in, that pig in the squad car loves it when he gets patrol on my block, he lingers and waits... Good ol' officer Marty, busting my ass with his nightstick and taking me in for possession. Normally it didn't hurt, but he had a new recruit work me over this time. She was actually pretty cute, I'd never enjoyed an ass whoppin' so much in my life. Regardless, this next year was going to suck.
Well, as you heard, my name is Yourka, I'm a Mexican wolf of about twenty years old with white fur. My hair is usually dangling in front of my face, but when I'm at work, I have it in a band, pulled back so people think its nice and neat, hehe. I'm fairly short, never measured, and light, and until this passed weekend I smoked pot pretty regularly. There really isn't anything bad about it, Ive never been addicted, Ive never stolen or hurt anyone for it, Ive never let it intervene with life, just a relaxing passtime after a stressful day at work. Apparently Officer Marty and the good people at the Proteus police Dept' don't agree.
When they took me in, it was a sight to see, I walked through all the usual places, they took a urine sample, they took my fingerprints again, the copy from my first time was framed up on the wall with my original mug shot. Apparently, everyone loved the big happy expression on my face and the thumbs up really threw them off. Everyone knew my name, and it almost seemed like they were happy to see me. It made me laugh a little. When I walked into the tank, I felt like I was walking into a bar. I had been hauled in for this about ten times, but never convicted for one reason or another. A fine, a probationary period, etc. I was a good kid and they knew it, they didn't want to send me off. This time, however, I lost my job, I got evicted from my apartment, the whole shebang. Judge Stone threw all he could at me, telling me to see how it feels to be on the other side of the law, as if I had done anything but made them get out of their car for 5 seconds. I never put up a fight.
The only good thing about my punishment was that I got to choose where I was going to be keeping security. Luckily, there was an outlet mall just inside of town that was overrun by nothing but old fogeys and toddlers. This old armadillo woman ran most of it and the most exciting thing that ever happened around the Proteus Prime Outlet was a tantrum in the FB toys. I figured it'd give me a chance to knock this out easily and without much trouble so I signed up, I even got to sleep in the monitoring room.
The next day I started the community service. I managed to get a little pay out of it because of my situation. Apparently it's just the government who doesn't care about people, the old armadillo, Suzie I think her name was, cared about my problems and offered me a paycheck for my services. Turns out, she was a major chiefer in the day, hehe. Anyway, for the next few weeks, things were pretty uneventful. I got up, patrolled the place, made friends with some old people, learned a couple cool things about life and living... Haha agnus, this one tortoise I met told me this hilarious story about how her boyfriend in college found out the hard way that she was a "snapper." I thought i'd busted a gut. I think the only real exercise I got was having to break up a fight over a hand bag between a crane and a buzzard. Shiela really got her feathers fluffed up that day, but then again, Harold, the old buzzard really wanted that thing for his wife. I guess it was a noble venture, till she cracked him with her purse. I think I left with a few emotional scars that day, hehe, not to mention a crane scratch that didn't exactly go away overnight. Then there was that one day I got a little treat. Some asshole human brought in an "actress" to dance for the old people. Apparently it was the only work this chick could get. She wasn't bad, but ain't nothing to write home about. Regardless, I liked her leotard.
About four months in, I began to lose my friggin mind. I'm pretty sure senility is contagious. I was getting bored, I was getting antsy, I couldn't stand it anymore. I began pacing the mall without a word to anyone, I barely ate, I couldn't smoke, the only person I still spoke to was Suzie, but that was just to keep my home. I still had ten more months of this and I knew I couldn't make it. The people stopped seeing me as someone to listen to their stories. I became someone to listen to their complaints and problems. "Hey sunny, how do these fit, help me go tot he bathroom, chew my food for me, I have a bad hip, could you babysit my youngerns?, why is this so expensive, carry my bags, he keeps hitting me, why is there so much frosting on that donut, you'll get porky, don't drive your cart so fast , you'll flip it, why when I was your age...!!!" I had about had it.
Month 6 had just ended and I was on the brink of the halfway point. I wasn't going to make this, my room was too small, my fish was LONG gone, the whole place smelled like peanuts and two-cent soap, My hair was about to start falling out. I had no choice but to find another place, but then comes the dilemma. The Judge said I was allowed to change my security guard location, provided both locations agreed to the transfer and it was within city limits. Well, the roller rink was overstaffed, the arcade didn't want me anywhere near them seeing as all I would be doing is beating the other cubs' asses at DDR. The real mall was so fucking rich they had real police running their security, and Suzie was reluctant to give me up so easily to the hobby lobby. I didn't know of any other places, so there I stayed.
It wasn't a week after I ended my search when I saw one amazing looking cougar strutting her way down the walkway. She was with this little white cat. He was short and lithe and cute, but her...She was taller and much more, um........Voluptuous? ((Is that PC enough for you Var?...what?...oh we don't have to be pc?.. great :D)) She had some Big ol'...((what?...you mean you Still want it tame? X_X..make up your mind, jeez.)) She was hot. She and the little white cat worked their way through every store, and I jut watched... amazed at the only two people to walk my way in this place who weren't older than dirt.
She seemed happy to see me for some reason, she walked right up and started talking..."hey, do you know where I can find a thrift shop in this place? I'm working on a retro theme for the club." Without thinking, I just pointed. The cougaress giggled and walked off, the white cat smiled and winked at me before he followed her and the word "club" FINALLY registered in my head. I set off to find them again and ask about it.
I found the thrift shop, but Betty, the goat who ran the place, just sat there with a big smile as she told me they had just left after buying almost half her inventory and pointed towards the FB toy outlet. I rushed out and skidded into the store in time for josh, the only employee under 50 besides me, said this hot young thing just bought all the old foam swords they had and headed for the record store. How fast were these people X_X, the record store was all the way across the mall... I rush into the record store and find no one there but the old bat Gerard, who ran it. I come in panting and he immediately points out the door. I asked him what he was doing and he Lightly replied, "Only one thing can make a young fella get into such a frenzy, and she just went that way." Four stores, two bottles of water, and three cramps later, I ended up by the vintage comic shop. Finally I found them. It seemed the little cat was really into Zelda because he had a Link plushie bigger than him in his arms and he was bouncing up and down with an enormous smile on his face. I had never seen such big happy eyes on such a small little kitty. I all but limped to the door, out of breath and the cougaress laughed out loud as she approached me, patting me on the back and straightening me back up. "I've been told I have that effect on guys, but its rarely tested," she giggled out, straightening my tie.
"I..Im..*pant* *pant *"
"I know who you are Yourka." My heart almost dropped. How did she know my name? I was so confused... So I asked.
"How do you know my name?" See? Told ya.
"Please, everyone in this place loves you to death, they cant help but talk about ya. I know all about you." She spoke as if she'd known me for years, I would have been breathless if I could still breathe. "They say you're looking for a transfer," she said. "I think I can help you out." She told me about her club. FurPleasure, a club started by a friend of hers that she ran out of respect, love, and fun. I couldn't believe I had never heard of it. Well we took the application to the judge, and with little resistance, the old bull agreed that I could work for FurPleasure as their security guard for the rest of my sentence. I almost jumped out of my pants. So for the rest of my sentence, here I am.
I'll never forget the first day I was there. The colors were so vibrant, I could see it from the dock beside it. I walked in and there weren't that many people in yet, it was the beginning of the day. I do remember, though, that Kit, the cougaress was there, in all of her curvaceous glory, along with that sweet little white cat she met me with; he ran up instantly and gave me a hug when I walked into the door. I also remember the only other two in the club that early was an adorable little pink bunny, snuggling up to a black fox....or was he a cat... the club was so dark, I could barely tell.
Anyway, I have two weeks left on my sentence now and Kit says I can still be a Guard, but wants me in a management position, since I seem to have found my niche around here. I cant say I'm not ecstatic, and theres so many more people here than that first day. All kinds of beautiful people who are just great to be around, bunnies and foxes of all colors, friends, relations, loved ones, and one...who I just can't take my eye off of... Shes a sweetheart and I'm workin' up the courage to ask her out... Shes special, this one... I guess you could say shes a jewel.