In A Boyfriend's Absence
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In A Boyfriend's Absence
by Iffy Jottere
*WARNING! WARNING! OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER!*
The following story included scenes of a sexually explicit nature between consenting adults of at least 18 years of age. Anyone not old enough to view such material, I don't know what you're doing here as you must have read the disclaimer they added to the front page of this very site. You don't want to get me or the good folks at YiffStar in trouble do you? Keep your pants on and your browser window clean, and I promise you we'll still be here next year. Okay? I feel I've done my obnoxious duty to the litigators...now on with the show.
*MESSAGE ENDS*
By the way, all you bi's like me out there, don't worry about those hot guys I introduce today. You'll see them in action soon enough. ;)
Oh and late addition: All characters and the setting of Clawfield are C. 2005 to me All characters and settings are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead, except where otherwise inferred is coincidental.
Iffy took in a deep breath and smiled as he looked out onto the beauty of the beach. Not the beauty of the swirling sand, nor the deep blue stretching endlessly across the horizon until it met the pale azure sky, but the beauty of so many hot and frisky furries sharing the beach with him today.
A pack of wolves was ably playing volleyball in one spot, and looking damn good doing it, too. Watching one male wolf leap sunward for a spike, Iffy admired the sheen of his silvery fur. He found himself wanting to caress those taut, rippling pecs with his lonely paws. That is, until his eyes drifted towards the sweet looking young female wolf in the blue bikini, who was eyeing that male wolf with the same lust and fondness. Iffy sighed happily. Ah, the eternal indecision of a young bisexual male.
He stroked his goatee of whiskers, shrugged, and continued strolling through the happy scene, looking for his friends amid the mass of highly attractive strangers. It was like a minefield here: He didn't want to step on anyone's towels or any sleeping bodies, but the sheer number of furries congregating here made it nearly impossible for anyone less graceful than an otter. He scanned the beach again for his friends, starting from the water. He saw many youngster furs paddling and splashing with their parents in the shallows, as well as a pod of very athletic looking dolphins swimming further out to sea. Had Iffy been a sea otter instead of the freshwater variety, he'd feel a little more comfortable giving them a run for their money. Besides, he had to find his friends first. They were waiting to see him.
There, on the horizon, was a very familiar looking gray tail, waving like a flag across the beach behind it's owner - a very slender male squirrel with very long headfur. From a distance it was easy to mistake him for a female. He was flanked on either side by two males: one rabbit, and one wolf, as they walked down the beach, laughing. The "escorts" each had one arm around the squirrel's waist, and the squirrel's tail posture was such that Iffy inwardly sighed. He remarked to himself, "That is one happy squirrel."
"Hey Allie!" Iffy called out across the beach. A vixen and a marten looked in his direction, thinking it was their name being called. The squirrel, however, stopped walking, turned around and smiled, calling back, "Iffy!" He bounced happily, tail swishing behind him like a sine wave, as he watched Iffy hopping across the beach towards his entourage.
Iffy and Allie met with a warm hug. "You made it!" said Iffy, "Good to see you, sweet squirrely!"
Allie squeezed Iffy tight, then withdrew and blushed. Curling up his tail and cocking his head bashfully, he 'awed' and tickled Iffy's cheek. "You flatter me, hottie-ottie." He said. "Come on. I want you to meet these two. These boys are...ohhh..." He sighed and dipped his legs, almost falling to his knees - a physical expression that said he was melting at the
thoughts in his head.
Iffy giggled as Allie led him to what looked to be his latest two dates. Allie was wiggling his hips as he walked, intentionally and seductively. Much like a girl would in a strip club. "Allie," the otter remarked, watching the squirrel move, "you are the swishiest thing ever. Got the ass for it, too." He smiled, nodding approvingly as he stared at the effeminate squirrel's delightfully curved rump, housed in the shortest hot pants he'd ever seen on anything, male or female.
Allie turned around, bringing the rabbit and wolf in tow. He blushed again. "Oh my...Iffy, you know all you ever have to do is ask. If I hadn't promised myself to these two first..."
The otter sighed. "I know, Allie hon." Allie knew how Iffy usually felt about these things. With groups, he liked to know all partners very well beforehand, so he was sure all would get along well and he could focus on the action. "Better luck next time, huh?"
Allie smiled. "You snooze you lose, honey." He chuckled, but then he saw Iffy's whiskers droop. That joke had hurt Iffy, for he did indeed oversleep this lazy Sunday morning. Allie knew from past experience that Iffy always felt a little jealous when he found his friends hooking up for sex without him while he was asleep, or working or whatever. Even though he knew he'd always have his turn eventually, Iffy mourned every lost opportunity to share anything with friends, especially sex.
"I'm sorry, sweet otter." Allie said as he offered another hug.
Iffy smiled as he wrapped his arms around his squirrel friend. "All is forgiven, sweets." He smiled, and turned to Allie's dates, facepawing. "Oh spoot! I forgot to meet you! I'm Iffy, nice to meet you." He stuck out his paw at the two handsome male furs, though he kept one arm cocked to the side in case these two were the type to hug rather than pawshake.
The rabbit spoke up first. "Larry. Nice to meet you." He wrapped his arms around Iffy, his hips sticking out a bit as he hugged the otter. Iffy hugged him back. He had noticed a tent in the rabbit's shorts, and guessed the bunny didn't want his buckhood poking the otter's thigh when it wasn't invited. Iffy smiled as he hugged the rabbit. He thought he could get to like this one.
The wolf patted Iffy's shoulder and smiled, watching him and the rabbit hug.
"Grant," He said simply, rubbing the otter's back. He chuckled as he did so. "Oooh! Let me get that for you." The wolf wrapped his paws around the back of Iffy's neck and stroked gently down towards his shoulder blades.
Iffy quivered and 'mrfed' in surprise, then melted into bliss. Allie giggled. "Did I not mention that Grant gives great backrubs, sweetie?" All Iffy could do was moan in soft delight as the wolf did his work. Grant growled gently, a peaceful sound of pleasure as he serviced the otter's neck. When he finally released Iffy, the otter turned around and gratefully hugged his lupine friend around the waist. "Mrrrr...thank you, Grant. Nice to meet you too..." He sighed, his nervousness easing up.
Allie chuckled. "So does this change your mind, maybe?"
Iffy sighed sadly. "Don't take it personally, but I was actually in a female mood today, despite appearances."
Allie groaned audibly, while Larry chuckled appreciatively, and Grant simply nodded. Iffy giggled and rubbed Allie's headfur. "Aww, I know sweet squirrely doesn't like girls. Sorry to gross you out. Hope I haven't upset you."
Allie simply smiled and kissed Iffy's nose. "Fish are for otters, not squirrels, honey. Really, I'm okay. You're sweet to care, though."
Grant rubbed Iffy's headfur and said, "That's cool, little otter. We'll be here later this week if you want to get to know us better next time."
Iffy smiled and shook Grant's paw. "That sounds cool. I'd like that."
Allie chimed in again and smiled. "Well, as they say, otter, there are plenty of fish in the sea." He grinned wickedly and pointed out to the ocean, and Iffy stood spellbound. There, backfloating on the ocean, was a gorgeous female otter. Iffy grinned back at Allie, who shrugged and said, "Hey, you don't have to like girls to know a good one when you see one." He winked at Iffy and patted his rump. "Does she meet the otter's approval?"
Iffy's face went flat. Here was the problem: he could never talk to girls for five seconds without nearly dying of a heart attack. Allie noticed his friend's discomfort. "Relax, Iffy. I'm a friend of her sister, and I happen to know exactly what you can say to break the ice. I guarantee, you're going to bed happy tonight."
Iffy smiled, and said, "Allie, what would I do without you?"
"Masturbate," Allie said with a wink.
Iffy giggled and nodded. "Okay, Allie...what do I got to do..."
The girl otter was drifting back towards the shore when her head hit the beach gently. She stood up in knee-deep water, and let her lovely black head fur fall behind her. She swept a few errant strands out of her pale green eyes and off of her breasts. She smiled as her claws brushed against her blue floral print bikini top, sweeping away the hair over her slender shoulders. Her tail swayed slowly in the waves as her lovely tan fur shone brightly in the sun, looking like bronze or even gold.
Iffy smiled as he walked slowly up to her, heart hammering in his chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his hips and his face so fast he thought he'd pass out. He grinned and tried to say that opening line Allie gave him. "Nice place. Reminds me of home."
The ottress giggled. "Yep. All the comforts of home without the annoying sister. Who I'm betting was the one who sent you."
Iffy stammered and said, "Uh, no. Actually, it was..." He gestured towards the hill where Allie was even now taking his dates home for the night.
"Oh, I know. Yeah, Allen's playing matchmaker for me now, too." The young lady otter shook her head, clicking her tongue. "At least he got me the right species this time. What was your name?"
"Allen?" Asked Iffy, scratching his head fur, until it finally clicked. "Oh! Allie! Yeah. That's him."
"Yes, but what's your name?" Asked the girl, with a hint of playfulness overwhelming most of her impatience.
"Iffy," he said. Then he gasped as he felt soft lips wet with sea spray on his nose.
"Relax, Iffy. I think I've heard of you before." She smiled. "Aren't you gay?"
He chuckled. "Only when Allie's around. I'm bi, if you want to know the truth." He blushed harder beneath his fur. "Has Allie been talking about me to your sister?"
"Not really," the ottress said. "Only mentioning your name when he tells her why she's got no chance with him." She smiled.
"My name's Heather, by the way."
"Iffy," he said, offering his paw for a shake even as what he'd done dawned on him. "You already said", I know." He facepawed as Heather giggled and shook his paw. "Oh yeah. There goes my chance to get to know you."
"No," Heather chuckled. "It's alright, really. Actually, my sister wanted to meet you, and I was feeling like going home anyway. Want to come with?"
Iffy's heart slammed against his ribcage. "Allie was right!" He thought in his head. "She's taking me home! Wow! What a switch!"
"Sure!" He said aloud, almost loud enough for the whole beach to hear.
Heather smiled, took his paw, and motioned for him to follow her. "Okay. Let's go." She lead him along, and he looked over the hill to Allie, who simply gave him the thumbs up as he turned away with his entourage, a grin setting into his face so wide it hurt.
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Heather's home. Iffy was amazed at what he'd found out about her during the trip. She was in training for early childhood education, interning at a preschool as her work study in college. Iffy giggled and offered jokingly to help tie them down. He got a laugh out of that one. He confessed to her, in his own words, that he'd missed the boat for registration this year. She nodded, but didn't seem too interested in his schooling. She asked Iffy how he knew Allie. He hemmed and hawed nervously - he didn't know if Heather was prying for intimate details or not, but decided he'd play it off and say simply that they met in his gym class in high school, and had been close friends ever since.
"How close are you, exactly?" she asked with a giggle as she stepped into the house.
"Some nights," Iffy said, holding up two pinched pawfingers, "this close, in most places." He internally winced in case this joke offended her somehow.
Heather just chuckled and petted his head fur. He murred pleasurably as she petted him, not knowing exactly what it meant, but appreciating it all the same. "Her room's upstairs, that's probably where she is. Come on up." She lead the way, tail swaying this way and that, like a pendulum. Iffy's heart beat in time, as his erection throbbed to see her tight rump, the bikini bottom clinging tightly to her curves. He tried looking away quickly when she turned the corner of the staircase, so as not to be obvious in his ogling. Still, he reasoned, she had to know she was a hot little ottress.
He rounded the top of the stairs, and found Heather peering through a door, then turning to tell him, "Hmm. Doesn't look like she's at home, Iffy. She never leaves a note telling us where she is, so maybe you'd just like to hang around with me for a while?"
Iffy nodded. "What's your sister's name, by the way?"
"Huh? Oh. Magnet. That's what all her friends call her, anyway."
"Huh?" murred a confused Iffy.
"Okay, she'd kill me for telling you, but her real name's Margaret. She hates it. Just please call her Magnet, or at least Mag, okay?"
"No problem," Iffy nodded.
"My room's this way," Heather motioned. "I just want to check my e-mail, and we can go downstairs to wait, okay?"
Iffy nodded. Inwardly he thought, "Downstairs? She's NOT going to play with me? Aww..." His heart started to sink towards his blue balls as he walked into her room.
The sharp click of a resolution change sounded as Heather got her computer out of sleep mode, and clicked the browser into life. Iffy paced around, looking at her walls, noticing her many school awards hanging in frames. "Quite a collection of awards you got here," he said.
"Thanks," she said sharply, as she typed in her password.
Iffy, knowing something was wrong, but not being able to pin it down, said, "Should I not be looking that way at all, when you're logging in?"
"What?" said Heather.
Iffy mrred sadly. "Should I not be in the room when you're typing your password?"
Heather had a sudden dawning as to the nature of the clueless otter boy's problem. "Oh! No, it's not that. Shoot, I don't care about that. It's just..." She sighed. "Nothing."
"Iffy's whiskers drooped. He could tell she was sad about something. "No what is it? Want to talk about it?"
"Not really," she said, "but...my mom wants these hung up all around the house so people can see how smart I am. But I hate them."
"Then why hang them up here in your room?" He asked.
"So that way they're hanging somewhere at least, and mom gets off my case about it. She's so proud of me for doing so well at school, but no one at high school saw me as anything but a brain. I never had a real boyfriend until my first year of college, and then he goes to study abroad."
Iffy awed, sighing. "I wish there was something I could do..."
Heather sighed, and clicked off her window. "His e-mail says he won't be coming home this summer, either. Not for another two weeks, at least. He was great when he was here, but..." She rose from the seat, padded over to the bed, and patted the space next to her. Iffy sat obediently, as Heather leaned against him.
"Allie does tell me things about you, Iffy," she said. "He tells me how great a friend you are, and how you're always there for him when he's sad." She chuckled, despite her sad state, then continued. "And he tells me about how great you are in bed."
Iffy's heart leapt, but was kept down to earth when he remembered that she was spilling her guts to him. This was not the time to turn this conversation into a porno flick...at least not yet.
"I know what you mean, " Iffy said. "Never thought I'd find love until I found my boyfriend."
"So you and Allie are...?"
"Not really, no. He's just a... really close friend." He got nervous - he didn't know if she'd approve of his causal sexual relationship with Allie, and not want to be his friend after all.
"So why are you and...where is your boyfriend today?" she asked him.
"Working," Iffy said. "He has to work all afternoon, and well..he told me not to stay at home all alone. He says he doesn't really mind when I have fun without him once in a while...he does it too...but sometimes I'm afraid I'll do it too much on him, and I'd never have any left for him."
Heather made a sympathetic "aww" and petted his head fur, allaying his fears that she'd no longer like him. "I understand. My boyfriend said something similar to me, even though I told him I didn't want to go behind his back. My sister and Allie always try to tell me it's not behind his back if he told me I can do it, but I...I don't know..."
Iffy nodded. "Sometimes I feel the same way, when I'm with Allie. He's told me that even if the rest of the world might call it "cheating", if it's what my boyfriend wants me to do, then no matter what anyone else says about it, it's okay." He looked down at his knees bashfully, cupping them in his paws. "To tell you the truth, that's kinda what I thought you were bringing me here for. To... you know...have... "fun". Guess I jumped to conclusions pretty quickly, huh?"
Heather leaned into him, and kissed him deeply. "Iffy...I did bring you here to...make me less lonely. Allie told me so much about you, I just had to meet you someday."
Iffy could have been knocked over by a fly's breath. "Wait a minute: you mean that Allie set this up from the beginning?"
Heather nodded.
Iffy kissed Heather on the nose. "That...that...I could...just kiss him..."
"You could," Heather said, "but I don't think he would if he knew where your lips had been." She giggled, and kissed Iffy's muzzle again, smiling for the first time in a while.
He smirked and sighed. "That's probably true." And with that, he put an arm around Heather, and rubbed her shoulder while leaning in to kiss her again. She put a paw on Iffy's chest and said, "Wait, Iffy. Let me do this first."
Heather reached for one of the bikini strings slung over her shoulder, and pulled it off. She whimpered to Iffy in desperate need as she reached for the other. "Help me with this please?"
Iffy nodded, and leaned back to get both paws on the knot of her top. Paws shaking, he undid the strings and watched the soft, damp fabric fall away from her body. He smoothed out the matted down fur where the strings had been, and then massaged her back softly, eliciting moans of happiness from his companion.
Heather's neck and tail rolled around as she felt graceful otter paws on her back. She reached up to cup her well-proportioned chest with her own paws while leaning back into Iffy's gentle grasp. She let her legs hang off the bed lazily while spreading her thighs and rolling her head around slowly.
"Iffy," she cooed as one of his paws eased it's way around her body, and under her arm. He wanted to caress her chest now. Those soft globes she'd been so kind to reveal to him were calling to him. Heather turned around slightly, and leaned in to kiss him. He murred, and let his lips reach hers halfway. Muzzles meshed and nosepads bumped as he continued to rub her body from both sides.
"Iffy," she called out again, this time with one paw reaching in between her spread legs, and the thin cloth that lay there.
"I want those lips...here." She smiled down towards her crotch, and Iffy nodded and gave her one more kiss, before sliding off the bed. He rubbed his nosepad in between her thighs, smelling the salt of the sea still caught in her swimsuit, as well as her own scent. It drove him crazy, as did the feel of her warm body through the cloth.
"No Iffy...take it off first...I want you to..." she gasped, her hips rolling towards his muzzle as she lay back and put her legs in the air for him. She had rolled back on her tail, making her wince a bit, but she'd right herself as soon as he finished stripping her.
Iffy stood up a bit. He was flushed and almost panting as his paws reached slowly down her legs, rubbing them as he went. He dare not make this too fast. He didn't get this kind of attention from females often, and he loved to embrace every second of it as long as he could. She moaned, and pushed down at her bikini bottom a bit as she lifted her rump and swung her tail down to the floor. Iffy took this as a sign that he was meant to hurry it up a little bit. He licked his lips, and finally gripped the bikini half, pulling it up her legs, eyes closed the whole time until it was off her ankles and in his paws.
There he saw it, her precious treasure. That tiny bit of raw pink piercing her soft tan furred crotch. It looked so soft and warm, and smelled so musky and sweet that he was brought to his knees. He brushed his chin and whiskers against it, drawing a surprised gasp from Heather.
"Ooooh!" She shuddered as his firm whiskers brushed against her raw pinkness and the light fluffy fur of her outer lips. She squealed happily and almost shut her legs right there, which Iffy mistook for a bad reaction.
"Are you alright, Heather?" He asked, pulling his muzzle away. Her trembling legs stopped.
"No, don't stop, Iffy! I'm good! I'm so good!" She panted a bit as he went back there, this time his tongue slipping in between her folds as he gently pried them apart with his pawfingers. Minding his claws, he massaged her labia with those paws as his tongue did it's work on her clitoris. It responded, and so did she, by lowering her legs around him, locking him in with her rapidly-moistening passage right in front of him. As if he'd ever run away from this.
Iffy found his nose filled with her scent, making his hips tense with anticipation. His blood boiled with his mating instinct, and he craved for her to let him in. He didn't let his heart get too set on the idea - he had no idea how much of her boyfriend's anatomy she'd let him stand in for. Would she really let him do that? Would she let him have at her most
precious treasure?
She moaned, rubbing and kneading her breasts as he went to work below her. Eyes closed, she lay there feeling the need rise in her, too. She needed that attention from a man now, as much as he needed her. She needed someone to fill at least one vacant place in her life until her boyfriend fulfilled his responsibilities elsewhere.
"Iffy," she pleaded, "I need you." She huffed and leaned up to rub his headfur. "I need you," she repeated, neither wanting nor needing to say for what she needed him.
Iffy simply nodded, and stood up, leaning over her to kiss her. She giggled and pushed at him." Iffy. Iffy! Stop, you silly! Let me get that." She reached over for a tissue, and dabbed at his whiskers and lips, now covered with drips of her wetness.
"What?" he chuckled. "It's not like it's going to hurt you, Heather. I mean, it's your own juice."
She giggled bashfully and kissed his forehead instead. "I know, it's just..." She sighed and hugged at him with her legs. "Just...don't ruin it, silly." She rubbed his headfur, and put his muzzle against her breasts.
"Right," he chuckled. "Moving on." Iffy nuzzled her mounds gently, while their hips rubbed together. She could feel the warm flesh of an unsheathed otterhood pressing against her fur and skin. She craved it, and made sure he knew it, too. She pressed her groin against his member and felt his already erect penis brittle even further at her teasing.
Finally, he couldn't take anymore. He reared up, and put one paw on his hard shaft, the other on her lower belly, scritching softly as he guided his maleness towards her. She pulled up her legs, and held them closely to her as she eased her hips forward to help get him into her. His head pressed against her entrance, and he spread those lips with his pawfingers again.
His head finally started to slowly push inside. He let her labia go, and felt them rub against his shaft as he pushed inside her to the music of her approving moan.
"Iffy..." she panted, trailing off as she felt his hardness brush against the bump of her clit while he ground his stiffness slowly into her walls. They slowly rocked against one another, each one feeling more together, more complete, as they began to move together and apart over and over again.
Iffy needed this, in lieu of his hard-working mate. Indeed, even now, as he felt his maleness gliding in and out of the beautiful female in front of him, he longed to have his mate's own hardness embedded in his hips.
Heather, too, felt an absence. Iffy had been great to empathize with, and he was doing well, making her very happy. Still she longed, at the very least, for her boyfriend to be here to hug and hold. She longed to make love to him again. She was also embarrassed to find herself wishing he could be here to cheer her on as she enjoyed herself with her new friend. This wasn't the first time she'd wanted to do this either, she recalled, before bringing herself back to the present.
Both otters' fantasies gave way to the beautiful reality of their mating. They resigned themselves to enjoying what was on their plates for now, and worry about what they were missing another time.
Iffy could feel the tension of orgasm rising in his throbbing member and his pumping hips, which decided to speed up a little bit. Heather leaned up a bit and put Iffy's paw on her belly. She slipped it up her chest to her quivering bosoms, and placed it right in between her breasts as she rubbed her hips against her partner's body. Moving her legs for a bit of leverage, she panted, "Oooh! Iffy! Let me ride you. Oh, please, Iffy!"
He grunted approval as he pushed his hips in hard, trying to stay planted in her as he leaned forward to wrap his arms around her waist. She pushed up from the bed and slowly slid forward, slipping herself off the bed as Iffy lowered himself to the floor. Iffy slipped down, and his cock fell out of her body briefly, causing her to whimper a bit. Heather scrambled onto the floor with him, and kissed him. Then, she straddled his hips, and took his cock in her paw, sliding herself back down onto it with a gasp.
At once the two otters went madly about their business again, with Heather bouncing atop a huffing and panting Iffy. He reached for her hips, groping at her buttocks as she fucked him wildly! Their tails slapped together as they flailed about . They rapidly approached their orgasms together as Heather ground herself against Iffy, whose hips were thrusting steadily faster and weaker the closer he got.
"Ohh, Heather," He panted, "I'm...I'm going to come soon. You want it inside you or..." And his voice trailed. In all the hurry he'd forgotten that this was, after all, a female of breeding age.
Heather eyed the Dose-a-Day on her nightstand, reminding her that she kept herself on the pill for just such an occasion. Especially since her boyfriend was supposed to be coming home for summer.
She nodded frantically to him. "Ohh! Yes, Iffy! Fill me up! Ohh! Do it! Come in me, Iffy!" She moaned as she rode him to their mutual satisfaction. She wanted to feel it with him still inside her. She wanted to feel that rush with his hot flesh still inside her, pumping it's precious seed into her body.
Iffy was about to give her that satisfaction. He could feel the torrent of passion reaching it's peak. "Ohh, yeah! Ohh, here it comes, baby...here it...OOOH!" And with that, he let loose his orgasm on Heather. His sperm dribbled out of her as she bounced frantically on his throbbing member, pushing herself to the brink as his hips wriggled weakly beneath her. She was fast approaching her release.
"Iffy...Iffy..IFFY!!!!!" Heather moaned louder and louder, finally screaming his name as he felt her hips seize up around his already surging cock, making him shoot even harder on the last spurt of his release. Then, at the very last moments of their shared ecstasy, they just sat there, hips locked together, bodies slowly melting into afterglow.
Heather collapsed all over Iffy, and gave him wet, loud kisses all over his face and muzzle. "Oh Iffy, thank you." She panted as she stirred her hips a bit, slowly wiggling Iffy's slack member out of her. Her vagina was still hypersensitive, sending little post-coital shivers down her spine as she pulled him out of her. Iffy whimpered a bit as his dick hit cold air for the first time in what felt like hours, but was really only 20 minutes.
He could only murr his assent to her statement at first, but regained the power of speech as he drifted into his sleepy afterglow."Thank you, Heather. I think that was...oooh...best I've had in a long time." He smiled and rubbed her headfur.
"Better than your boyfriend?" She giggled and kissed his nose as she lay down on the floor next to him.
"Well," Iffy murred, "It's apples and oranges, really: it really is different when two guys are going at it."
Heather nodded. "That's what Allie keeps telling me. And it's different altogether when it's your actual boyfriend."
Iffy hummed thoughtfully, and sighed. "Yeah. It really is. I miss mine."
"Me too," Heather added gloomily. "But at least yours will be home tonight, won't he? Mine won't be home for a very long time, and I don't know if I can...you know?"
Iffy sighed and rubbed Heather's soft headfur again. "I know how you feel, you know. It wasn't always like this. I moved out a long way to be with my boyfriend every day." He murred wistfully, as he remembered those bittersweet days. "He was so far away from me, and I didn't allow myself to sleep with other furs like he gave me permission to do now. I mean, he would have then, if I'd asked him, but I couldn't think about it then, you know?"
Heather nodded. Then, she looked at the clock. "What time is it, anyway?"
Iffy groggily pulled himself off the floor, and gasped. "Oh! He'll be home in an hour! I really wanted to be home to meet him, no matter what." He got up hastily, and looked around for his discarded shorts. "Heather, I'm sorry, but do you think you could..."
She nodded. "It's okay, Iffy, You're not going to get in trouble, are you?"
Iffy pshawed. "You kidding? He's probably going to ask me how you were. And when I say "awesome", he's going to be so happy for me." Iffy smiled. "Especially since having a nice time with a girlfur usually means a great time for him later that night, when I'm all rested and ready again." He chuckled slyly and winked, swishing his tail.
Heather laughed. "You know, Iffy, he's lucky to have a man like you."
Iffy hugged Heather, and kissed her lips. "He is, and I am too. Your boyfriend is lucky, too, for that matter. When he comes home again, he'll see that first hand, I think."
Heather squeezed Iffy tightly, and smiled at him. "Thank you again, Iffy. You make a great friend. As good a friend as you do a lover."
Iffy smiled and said, "I'm just lucky to have so many good furfolk in my life: you and Allie and especially my boyfriend. It's 'cause you're all so great that I do the things I do. Thanks for being there for me." He pulled his shorts back on, and started for the door.
Heather grinned and hugged him once more before he left. "You too, Iffy. My boyfriend would be happy to know I've got friends like you to keep me happy."
Iffy kissed her again and smiled back. "Thanks Heather. I'll see you again sometime?"
She smiled. "Sure. Call me some time. You're in a hurry, so get my number from Allie. And thank him for me, would you?"
Iffy chuckled and nodded, reflecting on just how he'd thank his squirrel friend for helping to set this up, all the way home to see his tired but very happy boyfriend.
The End
Special thanks go out to my boyfriend Mustel, who will be appearing in future parts. It was he who helped edit and name this story and the fictitious place that it is set in. Most of all though, he truly does make me feel lucky every day. Be thankful for your lovers, everyone. I know I am.
Also a shout out to the spiritual inspiration for Heather, who I choose not to name for fear of embarrasing her. She'll know who she is, and she's another very special fur to me.
Oh! And a characters are created and owned by me. Any resemblance to anyone else's characters in name or deed (that I have not already stated) is coincidental. Anyone questions, comments, jibes, praise, jeers, etc. you can post on the boards or e-mail me here:
Thanks for reading, and I'll see you again in Sonic: Chaotic Impulses Part II-Amy's Dream. And also coming soon, Welcome to Clawfield Part II:All I Ask For Is A Warm Bed.