Not really a terribly horribly bad day.
Her coffee tasted cold against her tongue, when she woke up at the table, her long tail flicking back and forth, and her long robe opened up to the floor. She yawned, and pulled her head up a touch, before sniffing the air. Outside, it was bright and cheerful, the sun shown in bright and light, and made her feel rather chipper about things. Except the fact she wasn't in her own room, and her fur itched from the treatment of the robes. She stood, tying her robe off, and looked about. But a deep breath, she stretched her back out and flexed her long tail, before padding her way towards the door.
"Leaving so soon?" Her head turned to look at the wolf, who was busily looking over the sketches made by his now sleeping room mate, and then gazed back at her. He looked tierd, but something about him made her heart beat all the faster. Maybe the fact he was almost idealized, if one didn't mind the pudgey belly and love handles. She smiled up to him, and shook her head.
"I, well, I didn't know you were up. I was going to go to my appartment to take a shower." She smiled to him softly, and he aproached, and leaned against the door for a moment, before touching the handle. The great wolf just let out a sigh and reached over to brush a large finger over her ear, and made her give a light coo. "I mean, I don't think you'd like me to use your shower, would you?"
"Maybe." He said, looking at her. "I was actually not going to let you leave until you promiced to have dinner with me, it'll be beef and burgers." His long, white tail flared back and forth as he watched her, and she felt her heart beat faster and harder, with her hands fell to her belly, to brush across the short fur there. She felt exposed, yet he was so intoxicating, his wild, musky scent hot on the air.
"Alright." She gulped, before he let the door open, and she stumbled out and towards her room, aflame in the ears and elsewhere. Her appartment was devoid of his scent when she finally got the code right on the fifth try, and she slammed the door shut while trying to keep her emotions and thoughts calm. She slid into the bathroom, the candles had burnt out, much to her relief. The water was drained, and she quietly closed the curtain, before heading into her bedroom to get her clothing, her real clothing, on. And as she went into the bedroom, she drew open her closet to gaze inside, for a time. Smiling, she pulled on her undergarments and and then the clothing atop that, being a white-T, and a short skirt.
Settling her jacket on, she turned and walked out the doorway and faced the room again, when her stomach rumbled, and she bit back a sigh. She needed to eat, and badly. Turning from the front room she stepped into the kitchen, when a knock at the door sent her back in, again. Great, just great. She stepped out into the kitchen, her tail swaying behind her short clad rump, and she pulled the door open a crack. The wolf, clad in his slacks and jacket, looked at her.
"Care for breakfast?" Their voices raised in unison, and he chuckled.
The ride over was rather uneventful, with nothing coming out of the way to emberess her like yesterday had been. Her white shirt felt nice and smooth upon her body, and he looked rather handsome in the car he drove, especialy when it hugged the curves of the road as well as her white T-shirt hugged her natural curves. He drove fast but well, and she could tell he loved the feel of the great, powerful beast beneath him. Se smiled up, and he tapped her cheek with a paw, softly showing a good sign of affection.
"Well, do you want fast food? Or would you rather I take you to a resteraunt? I mean, I can do one just as easily as I can do another." He turned down another road and in sight she saw six shops not more than a stone throws distance from one another. She looked and gazed, before gesturing to a fast food shop, and he drove in. His type of lady, he turned through the drive through and ordered for both of them.He drove off while she held her drink in her paws, and rested the paws on her knees. She just felt safer, while looking out the window. He turned another corner, and she looked out.
"Where are we going?" She asked, as he smiled soflty to her, before turning towards the park. She could only smile with the sight of the great green trees in the distance, and she slid her fingers down the length of her arm, then tapped the edge of her carbonated beverge. He turned another corner, and she looked at him.
Then she let out a loud screech as he slammed on the breaks, a car zooming out infront of them both and narrowly missing being rear-ended! She squirmed, and then hissed as she felt the soda on her chest, and felt it tickle over her body in a way that made her tingle. She squeaked again, the icecubs making her chest show out, and she looked over at him. He looked at her, and paled, giving her a nervous chuckle. The water showed a sharp contrast between grey fur and white clothing, and he turne dhis head away, averting, especialy when it stuck out just so perfectly upon her nicely rounded chest.
"I hate, I hate clothing." She said, while pulling her jacket off and setting it over her lap and chest, and sat back, grumpy about this sort of thing. Her head tucked down and she swayed her tail irritably, while he looked about for a place to her to change her shirt, or, atleast, take it off without being thought too obscene.
Then he paused, and slowed the car down for a moment. To the right, he saw the enterance to the furrist camp, and his eyes twinkled as he got a most wicked, vicious idea. And without a word, he parked the car and got out, pulling her along when she refused to step out and carried her, over his shoulder, to the camp. Well, he always wanted to tromp around, bare tail naked, with a pretty girl to boot! Kicking and wiggling, she found it to be no use when he sat her down inside of the camp, and pointed for her to remove her clothing, as it was illegal, here, to wear them. Knowing she was defeated, and that it was really kind of fun, she slowly took her top, then bottom off, but flushed when he did the same.
"Did I ever mention I'm a furrist?" He asked her, while setting his and her clothing over his shoulder, and looking at her. About her, she felt the freedom of the air upon her, and the feel of dirt under her pawpads. He smiled, and put an arm around her, before leading her towards the main of the camp, where others were cooking and talking, and one waved towards the new arival. No one seemed ashamed, her morals felt violated, but it looked so entirelyf ree.
"Hello Kaleb." A large older beard spoke, patting the wolf on the shoulder. "Whose your mate? She seems to be struggling still, haven't broken her in yet, have you?" SHe was sat down on a log, and squeaked when her butt hit a bit too hard against the wood. Not the best way to get intimate with something that hard, she wiggled and got comfortable, while looking at the lass beside her, one which prooved to be an elderly, slowly greying mephit who was busy away at knitting a tail warmer in bright pink colors. "Whats her name?"
"She's Meheerah, she's been my neighbor for a while, but I decided she needed a crash course in nudity, and the fact its ok." He smiled as he began to warm a pair of buns, not his own, over the fire pit, and watched as hotdogs were being carefully roasted to seal in freshness and give a slight, crispy crunch with a chewy middle. "Plus, I think she has a cute backside, but maybe that's just me." He smirked a little, before looking at her.
"Since I ruined your breakfast, how about one of these weeniers?" He wiggled it at her, and then flopped it between a pair of well toasted buns, then proceded to liberaly violate it with several juicy condiments for flavor before handing it over to her with a smile. She looked up, and sniffed, before wrapping her lips around it for a taste. Inhaling, she found it to be delightful, and gobbled it down. the juices hot against her tongue.
He smiled down and rubbed her head a little bit as she finished it in record time, her stomach rumbles stopping after a moment, while being given a second one. Already, she felt less exposed about these kindly people, and her boyfriend, did she think of him like that already, was very kind indeed. She smiled up and he sat beside her, with an arm draped about her shoulder for a moment more.
"So, how is this for a first date? I mean, its not like I haven't seen you naked before?" He got curious glances from the other pair, but shook them off with a smile. "Furrism is natural. See? Feels comfortable, the air against your butt, the wind through your hair, the light of your body. Feels good, natural, and healthy? Don't feel your tail caught in a zipper, or something else, right?" She nodded to him, and stroked a hand on his shoulder. It was, well, different, not as icky as she imagined, especialy with everyone else the same to her. Liberation, that's what it was, liberation.
"So, sweety, want to come back here?" She looked away, and nodded, ever so softly, to him. "I do."
He just smiled.