Speak For Yourself!
WARNING The following tale is one of angst, betrayal, romance and hordes of smutty heterosexual descriptions that may possibly be deemed unsuitable for net-surfers under the age of 18 (though given some of the programmes they're now airing during morning TV that's starting to seem less and less likely). Regardless, if you are under 18 or whatever the legal age is in your neck of the woods, please do not read any further. NOTES Not much to say about this one. Just that after looking it over I sincerely hope the excess of dialogue doesn't make this come off as reading like the literary equivalent of a 'talking heads' strip. To recap the standard stuff, all characters in this story are copyright Klesk Vadrigaar 2005 and are available for anyone else who wishes to use them, just please ask nicely first. If after reading this you wish to leave a comment (doesn't matter if it's good or bad, just please let me know what you think), send it to [email protected] Speak For Yourself! Written by Klesk Vadrigaar The atmosphere outside the Insomnia dance club could be described in pretty much the same as one would the exterior of any other hot spot at 8:00 on a Saturday night: dark and still but with a vibrant tinge on the air that signalled it was only the calm before the storm and in due course the place would be swamped with morphs all prepped up and ready to gorge on the delights of the night life. But that was a few moments away and for the moment all was still, save for the calm breathing of the rhino bouncer as he adjusted his tie and took his usual position at the side of the entrance way, and the more frantic breathing of the well dressed dingo who was staring the club through the windscreen of the black minivan across the street. "Oh jeez he's already outside; they're getting ready to open!" He glanced at his watch. "Crap, she's gonna be here any minute." "Perfect, should be just enough time for a few deep breaths to steady your nerves." A grey squirrel casually attired in a 'Flaming Lips' t-shirt and jeans quipped from further back in the van as he adjusted the settings on his radio receiving equipment. "Or alternatively I have some tranquillisers in the glove compartment if that's easier for you, Tim." The dingo sucked in a huge amount of air and exhaled it at mach velocities. "It's only nerves Zack, same as accompanies every first time event." He clambered into the back of the van and stood up. "It's just, after months of trying, I finally got up the courage to ask Tiffany out and she agreed so I really want to make sure I don't screw this up!" He glanced over as the squirrel continued to adjust dials and change frequencies. "Are you about done there?" "Just gotta turn the volume up a tad more...and, there we are!" Zack picked up what looked to be a safety pin from the console and tapped the end of it lightly, the vibrations from his fingers booming out through loudspeakers. "Testing....testing..." The squirrel said into the tiny microphone hidden in the clip, his voice reverberating through the interiors of the van. "Yep, loud and clear as expected." He picked up a fake pink flower and swivelled around to pin it to the lapel of Tim's blazer as the dingo wrung his paws nervously. "You're sure this is gonna work?" "Don't sweat it mon ami. These new bugs can pick up anything within a five mile radius and unless that coat's fitted with some super dense foam I'll be able to hear every titbit of dialogue exchanged between you two with ease." "Somehow I don't find that to be of much comfort." Tim said under his breath as Zack turned back to the console and grabbed a small object that looked somewhat like an ear plug used for swimming. Taking a moment to grab one of Tim's tan furred ears and hold it open against his head, the squirrel then proceeded to push the plug in, much to his friend's discomfort. "Ergh, hey take it easy will you?" "Oh quit your whining." The grey furred morph swung himself around and grabbed a headset. "Okay, can you hear me?" He said into the mouth piece, causing Tim to grab his ear and cringe in pain. "Yeow, feedback!" "Sorry." Zack scooted back a bit. "Is this better?" The dingo rubbed his ear. "Yeah, that's more bearable." "Good then let's go over the plan then, you just gotta go through the motions while I talk you through what to do and say. If all goes well then tonight Tiff's gonna see a whole different version of you then the one you say everyone else does, a guy with a perfect balance of wit, sophistication and charm." Tim's unsure expression didn't change at the squirrel's words; he merely just snuck another look out of the van's windshield at the morphs who were now lining up outside the club. "Are you sure all this is necessary though? I mean yes I'll admit to having a somewhat severe lack of self-confidence and a virtually non-existent sense of humour but aren't these enough?" He tapped the device in his ear then pointed to the flower. "To get you in the door perhaps. But from what I've heard, Tiffany is a girl with a knack for putting on a face that bears no indication to her true feelings underneath." He reached into his shirt pocket and held out a tiny microchip on a square of adhesive. "This is why you're going to need to stick this sensor on her cell phone if you get the chance. It's designed to activate when she makes or receives a call, as she most likely will. Then all I have to do is match the frequency and we'll be able to see if you made the right impression on her." Tim scraped the tiny chip out of his friend's paw and regarded it, the device being small enough to fit perfectly on the tip of his index finger. "I don't know, I mean it still seems like an invasion of her privacy." Zack groaned and rolled his eyes. "And letting a third party eavesdrop on your intimate conversations with her isn't? Come on Tim, if I'm going to make a career of doing this I need to know my equipment works properly." The dingo nodded and held up his paws. "You're right, sorry. Thanks a lot for helping me with this." Zack looked back at his instruments gave a shrug. "Well it's not like you've been exactly subtle about your feelings for Tiff and this seemed like a perfect opportunity for a test run of the stuff, as well as giving me a night off from both Trixie and Charlene so I figured what the heck ?" Tim groaned at the casual confession before he glanced back over his shoulder and froze. "Dear God, there she is!" He bolted to the front of the van and pressed his face up against the windshield, almost breaking it in the process. "Shit! And she looks even better than ever!" Zack squeezed in next to the dingo with a pair of binoculars, feeling his mouth go slack when he focused in on the female greyhound standing outside the Insomnia club, dressed in a strapless yellow top, short black skirt, fishnet stockings and high heel shoes which all hugged the curves of her athletic form like a second skin. "Woof! I forgot what a babe she is!" Tim didn't seem to notice the remark, preoccupied as he was with feverishly wringing his paws as though trying to unscrew them from his wrists. "Okay, okay, I can do this. I'm fit, I'm ready, I'm cool." He took a few breaths in rapid succession as Zack turned away from his gaping stare and cocked an eyebrow. "Dude just chill, it's gonna be alright." He patted the dingo's shoulder. "Just stay calm, listen to what I tell you and this won't turn into the most embarrassing episode of your life." Tim looked back at his squirrel friend and gave a rather unsure smile before he opened the passenger door and stepped out while Zack climbed into the back and put on his headset. *Okay, time to make some magic.* The squirrel adjusted the volume and frequency a fraction more then leaned over to look through the side window as his friend's voice came through the headphones. "Tiff, hey Tiff!" The dingo said as he waved and ran across the street to the club. Through his binoculars, Zack made out that the greyhound was saying something in response which the dingo's microphone picked up the tail end of as he approached. "...-d you could make it." Tiffany said nonchalantly with a smile that, though sweet and probably well intentioned, seem to only be put on because she knew the dingo expected her to do so. Ignoring this fact, Zack momentarily glanced back to check the settings on his equipment one last time before placing a paw on one of his phones. "Alright Tim, you're both coming through like crystal on my end. Scratch the nape of your neck or something to show me it's working both ways." Across the street the dingo reached behind to rake his claws over his neck fur as the two got in line. "Perfect, now remember, tonight is the night you're going to prove that you can be assertive, you are sensitive to her needs and you definitely know how to be funny. Let's start by telling her she looks absolutely beautiful tonight." Tim nodded again as they shuffled along to the doors of the club. "Wow, Tiff you look really stunningly beautiful...tonight!" He said, adding a bit more emphasis to the last word after realising he'd mistakenly paused. Zack rolled his eyes. "Okay, you improvised a bit there, that at least shows you're not totally at a loss for what to say. But this is going to require a specifically tailored structure to your communication so let's try not to change the inflections too much alright?" The dingo across the street gave a momentary glance behind him, his expression showing he clearly hadn't understood a single word the squirrel had said. "You mean tonight I'm stunningly beautiful?" Tim looked back. "Yes, of course, that's what I said." "As opposed to every other time you've talked to me?" The greyhound asked teasingly. Zack brought his binoculars up again and saw the canid tentatively licking his lips as he tried to think of a response. "Absolutely not." The squirrel said. "You've always looked beautiful to me but it's only tonight that I've had the chance to fully appreciate how positively gorgeous you are." A wry grin crossed his face. *That oughta get her swooning.* Unfortunately Tim didn't seem to share the feeling, busy as he was at nervously wringing his paws while trying to remember such a mouthful. "Uh, absolutely not! You've always...uh...looked beautiful to me but it's only at night that I've had the chance to...uh...um...fully depreciate how positive at gorging you are." It seemed like divine intervention that while Tim was saying this the bouncer opened up the doors to let another couple ahead of them in which meant the last half of his speech was partially drowned out by a burst of music from inside the club. "Sorry?" Tiffany said confused. "Uh...gorgeous! I meant how positively gorgeous you are tonight!" He quickly said while Zack groaned from across the street. *Nearly blew it there!* "Well, uh thanks, I guess." The greyhound replied as she noticed the flower on his coat lapel. "Ooh that's a nice touch." She reached out to run a finger over the pink petals, her eyebrow rising slightly upon realising they were synthetic. "But wait, it's...fake?" Tim suddenly felt his jaw go rigid as his eyes quickly cast back to the van on the opposite side of the street. "Yes my sweet it is." "Y-Yes my sweet, it is!" Tim piped up enthusiastically. The confusion on the greyhound's face muddied even more. "Erm, why?" "Because for me, a real flower is only beautiful when it is like you: standing tall and in full bloom." Zack soothed as he watched through his binoculars. "Because, for me a real flower only likes you when it's beautiful, standing tall and full of balloons." Tim got out, and then clamped his tongue between his teeth when he realised what he'd just said. "Excuse me? I'm afraid I didn't quite understand that." Tiffany said with a tone that indicated she wasn't sure whether the dingo was complimenting her or experiencing a bout of schizophrenia. "Well, I mean is that I only wear fake pink flowers because real ones remind me too much of you and your beauty so I can't bring myself to pick them." He put on a nervous smile while Zack massaged his brow. "Dammit Tim, just give me a moment to think of a response; don't try to make up your own!" But Tiff just nodded her head as if she now comprehended the dingo's meaning. "Ahh, I see." She said before the two morphs in front of them stepped into the club. "Oh look, we're next." The two showed their tickets and ID to the rhino and stepped into Insomnia. "Okay let's try to make amends here, lead her over to the bar first." Zack ordered while trying to listen in through the dance music that was suddenly booming through his phones. *Damn, it's louder in there than I'd anticipated.* "Alright," The grey squirrel said, raising his voice. "Even though this isn't a restaurant remember that you're still a gentlemorph, Tim. Offer to pull out a seat for her." Inside the club, Tim glanced over to the stools and took a deep breath. "Tiff would you, um, like to sit down for a moment while we have a drink?" He rested a paw on one of the stools while the greyhound turned around to regard him. "Oh, thank you very much Tim." Relieved that he'd at last managed to get something right, the dingo placed his other paw on the stool and attempted to push it towards her. Which just served to make it all the more embarrassing when the stool refused to budge and Tiffany ended up clipping it with the rear of her skirt as she tumbled to the floor. "OWW! TIM!" The poor canine cried out as her bottom crashed onto the hard flooring, the resulting pain shooting up like a bolt of lighting to be joined halfway by a second bout from having her back dragged against the stool's metal rim. *That didn't sound too good.* Zack cringed outside as he pressed the headphones closer to his ears, hearing a series of grunts as Tiffany extracted herself from the floor followed by some meek whimpering from the dingo. "Oh...God. Uh...um" Tim clenched his paws together as he stepped back to give the greyhound some more room. "Well go on, apologise to her you dumbass!" Zack shot through his earpiece. "I, I am so sorry Tiff." He looked down to examine the stool a littler more closely and noticed a ring of large screws anchoring it to the floor. "I guess these don't move." "It's alright, it's alright." Tiffany groaned as she adjusted her clothing and rubbed her sore rear. "At least these new skirts provide some degree of padding for the scant amount they cover." "Do you want me to help you sit down?" Tim smiled as he gestured to the stool. "Uh, no thanks. I'll just stay standing okay?" Tiff leaned against the bar as a female gecko in a bartenders uniform came over. "Hey there you two, what can I get you tonight?" She asked. "Let her order first, Tim." Zack instructed. "She can go first." The dingo gestured to his date. "Well to help ease the pain of that ungracious tumble I just took, I think I'll go with a gin and tonic." Tiff said with a slight grimace. "Good, now compliment her choice." "Hey that's great, I love gin and I love tonic even more so!" The dingo grinned widely, bringing a synchronised look of bewilderment from the two females. Back out in the van there was a very audible groan. "Tone down the enthusiasm a bit okay? Now order something completely different, show her that you two have something in common but at the same you're also adventurous." Tim glanced at the menu. "Uh, I'll have a vodka and cranberry, with one of those sour apple flavoured shot chasers." The gecko nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll get right on it." She placed some coasters and napkins on the bar and turned around to begin mixing up the drinks. "Now, it's time to take the initiative. Do something that's spontaneous and at the same time affectionate." Zack pondered for a moment. "I know, look to see if she has a paw resting on her lap. If she does then take it and hold it." A brief pause ensued which was promptly broken by a sharp "Eep!" from Tiff. "That was unexpectedly sudden of you." "Sorry, I just thought it'd be nice to hold your paw." The dingo came through. Another brief pause. "Oh...well thanks." Tiffany sounded a little perturbed. "Erm, do you think you loosen your grip a bit though? You're cutting off the circulation." Zack massaged his eyelids and moved back to his equipment. "Alright Tim, you've at least gotten a foot in the door, now force yourself the rest of the way in. Turn around and look into her eyes, look right into them." Several more moments passed then Tiffany's increasingly creeped out voice came through. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Zack grinned. "Because my sweet, I simply can't keep my eyes off you." Back in the club, Tim's expression followed suite. "Because my love, my eyes simply can't keep off you." The greyhound cocked her head in bewilderment, not sure wether to take the remark as an expression of affection or a confession of pervertedness. Fortunately aid soon came in the form of the gecko bringing them their drinks. "There you go you two, that'll be..." The lizard broke off as she was greeted with the sight of a dingo staring at his greyhound date in a way that reminded her distinctly of Hannibal Lecter, while said greyhound was casting quick glances of bewilderment at her as if to disprove her assumption that the two were together. "You know what, I'll come back to collect payment after I've served the couple down there at the end." The gecko said, giving the greyhound a look of sympathy as she left. Nodding in agreement, Tiff broke the eye contact to pick up her drink and take a sip. With a silent word of thanks, Tim blinked his eyes to relieve them of the dry feeling that was beginning to creep in from maintaining the unrelenting stare and followed suite. "Okay Tim, we can still fix things here. Tell Tiffany you have to ask her something." The grey squirrel's voice sounded out. Hoping it would steady his nerves somewhat; Tim downed the chaser then took a big swallow of his vodka and cranberry. "Um, Tiff, there's something I have to ask you." The canine turned around. "And what's that?" "Do you know how much I think about you?" Zack stated, thinking to himself. *If he screws that up then there really is no hope.* "Do you know how often I think of you?" He heard the dingo say, much to his surprise. "No, how often?" The squirrel leaned on the console. "All the time." He said softly. "Everyday, 24/7, non-stop." Tim was heard to reply, prompting Zack to let his head droop in aggravation. "Elaborating isn't going to win you any points right now." He said. "So what, are you obsessed with me or something?" Tiffany responded as if to back him up. "See?" The squirrel leaned back. "Now tell her that you simply just have a hard time expressing yourself and you just wanted her to know it." Tim forced a large amount of phlegm down. "No, no of course not Tiff, I just have a hard time with expressions." His eyes went wide at his words but there wasn't anything he could do now except finish the statement. "And I just wanted you to know." Although Zack couldn't see it from the van, he guessed the greyhound's expression was probably somewhat similar to one who has just had trigonometry explained to them by an amoeba. "A hard time with expressions? What do you mean by that?" Tiff asked, clearly wanting to see how the dingo would answer. Zack pinched in between his eyes and thought fast. "Tell her you have a hard time getting expressions across." "I, well, I... just have a hard time getting things across." Tim answered. Tiffany raised an eyebrow then turned to contemplate her drink while one paw surreptitiously slipped into her purse. "Okay, let me try to follow you here. You have difficulty with expressing expressions is that it?" "Uh, no...no!" The dingo said with a bit more force. "I just can't express how...how much I like you!" Again for a moment all sounds ceased save for the relentless thumping of dance music that boomed throughout the club and in the squirrel's headphones as he leaned forward with curiosity. *Hello, did he just try to take the intiative without me?* All pondering on the subject was suddenly halted abruptly by a high pitched ringing sound that pierced through the cacophony of the club and very nearly ruptured Zack's ear drums as well. "Ack! Dammit!" The squirrel said as he tore off his headphones. Inside, the greyhound looked down at her purse in surprise. "Oh, excuse me a moment." She pulled out her cell phone, instantly reminding Tim of the adhesive sensor Zack had given him. The dingo wiped his sweaty palm on a napkin and slipped it into his coat pocket as Tiffany garbled for a while. "Mmhmm...look it's kinda hard to hear you where I am, hold on a sec while I move to a quieter area." Tiff said before turning to the canid. "Sorry, I'm gonna go into the bathroom so I can take this." Taking courage in his paw, Tim pressed the tiny chip onto his thumb and then gripped the paw his date was using to hold her phone. "Fine by me, I think I...uh...need a bit of fresh air anyway." He said while covertly sticking the sensor onto the back of the phone's housing. Tiff gave him another raised eyebrow then got up and wandered to the back of the club. Gazing after her as her cute tail swayed gently from side to side over her shapely leather clad rear, Tim couldn't help but heave a huge sigh of humiliation as he pulled out his wallet and tossed a couple of notes onto the bar to pay for the drinks before getting up to walk out of the Insomnia club. Back in the van, Zack was tapping continuously at his headphones, confused at the sudden cessation of the music which had been replaced by what sounded like a door swinging open followed by footsteps trudging over gravel. "Tim? Tim are you moving outside now?" Grabbing his binoculars, the squirrel moved to the passenger seat and peered out the window, scanning the club's car park until he spied Tim leaning against the wall with his shoulders slumped like someone had just dropped the weight of the world on them and then added an extra 500 pounds. *Ah geez.* Zack thought to himself. "Tim I got distracted there for a moment, what happened? Did Tiffany go the toilet or something?" The dingo nodded sorrowfully. "Did you manage to attach the sensor to her phone?" Tim closed his eyes and nodded again. "Okay stay put for a second, I'll see what she really has to say about your performance." The squirrel groaned as he moved back and began flicking switches. *Can't really blame her if she's less than impressed though. I mean it's not her fault that guy can't recite a line properly if his life depended on it.* Adjusting the frequency, Zack was treated to a cacophony of garbled speech and overlapping signals. Gradually weeding them out one by one he at last heard Tiffany coming through like a bell. "Thanks for staying in tonight and calling me back Kirsty. I was afraid I'd be in need of an escape route." The greyhound sounded weary. "Date not going according to plan?" The voice on the other end of the line asked sympathetically. A pause followed. "I don't know, I mean he is kinda cute and considerate and the like but he keeps talking in weird sentences, he can't seem to go for five minutes without shivering, wringing his paws or going bug eyed or something and, get this, he's wearing a fake flower in his button hole." As the gossip continued, Zack just sighed and leaned back while he ran his paws through his hair, almost as if he'd been expecting this to happen all along. "It's all just freaking me out a little too much." Tiff concluded. "Damn girl that's a real shame, and he seemed to have such promise at first." "Yeah, well looks like I was once again gravely mistaken." A sigh could be heard. "Dammit, how many more guys am I gonna have to go through before I find one who can just sweep me off my feet and take me away?" Zack stopped what he was doing and looked at the recording equipment with renewed interest. "I don't know but it sounds to me like you should just ditch this one and run." Kirsty insisted. "I've got booze over here, want to get drunk and make fun of how idiotic males are?" "Sounds ideal, just give me a minute here to pee and go finish off my drink." "Okay girl, love ya!" "Same to you, bye!" The beep of a phone being hung up could be heard and then silence. Zack took off his headset and pondered for a moment. *Well our dear dingo clearly has had it, and she's probably now more open to invitation than she'll probably ever be at any other time...* The squirrel lifted the microphone to his mouth again. "Tim, stay where you are, I'm gonna come out and meet you." He placed the headset on the console and flipped a few switches to the OFF position. *What the hell. At least for one of us the evening won't be a total flop.* Grabbing his jacket, Zack opened the back doors of the van and walked across the street to where the dingo was standing. Hearing footsteps approaching him, Tim looked up and cast the squirrel a crestfallen look. "Tim, I..." The dingo held up his paw. "I know, I know, I totally blew it." He curled his still trembling paw into a fist and gripped it tightly. "I just...couldn't help it. Between the way she was acting so cool and confident until I tried talking to her, and the music and you screaming in my ear, my mind just got completely jammed up." Zack gave a shrug like what the dingo had just gone through was no big deal as he tossed his jacket over the railing leading up to the door and leaned against the wall. "Well at least you tried. Guess you just didn't have what it takes." Tim gazed down at the ground, feeling like something lower than a week old piece of discarded chewing gum that had been trod on and run over so many times it was permanently grafted onto the filthy sidewalk. Slowly he let his body slink down the length of the wall until he was sitting on the asphalt with his head cradled in his paws. "What the heck is wrong with me Zack? There I finally had the chance to prove myself to a girl with class, you had the reigns with that normal banter of yours that makes anything with two X chromosomes swoon, all I had to do was follow your leads and I couldn't do it!" The grey squirrel shrugged again. "Maybe she was just a little out of your league. I mean while I can't fault you on your ambitiousness, you gotta accept that some femmes simply won't be attainable unless you work on improving yourself a bit." He reached down and patted the canid on the shoulder. "Try practicing with some lower class, easier going girls and then you can try going for one of Tiffany's caliber again in a few years or so." Tim shut his eyes and looked like he was about to cry. "Let's get out of here Zack; I don't want to force her to endure any more of my pig headed ignorance than I already have." The squirrel nodded. "Fine, but sitting in the van has left me needing to take a major league crap so why don't you go back and wait for me." Tim nodded with a heavy sigh as he reached up to take off the fake flower and the microphone safety pin then pulled the plug out of his ear. Zack smiled and stepped around him to enter the club as he got up; totally ignoring the jacket he'd flung over the railing. Seeing this, the dingo picked it up and then, figuring the squirrel would most likely want his equipment back, dropped both the pin and the plug into the pocket. "Zack, you forgot this." He held the jacket out to the squirrel. The squirrel turned around and smiled again. "Oh yeah, man where is my head at tonight?" He snatched it off the dingo and casually flashed his ID to the rhino bouncer like some big shot detective before striding in. Sighing again, Tim took his blazer off and slung it over his shoulder as he began to walk back to the van with heavy steps. *Why can't I deal with this stuff? Zack never has any problem getting on a girls' good side yet even with his counsel I still screwed up big time.* His head dipped lower as he closed his eyes again. *The guy was right, I tried shooting for something beyond my reach and now I've lost any remaining chance to get it. Might as well just-* And then the dingo's thought process was brought to an abrupt halt as he barrelled into somebody. "Oof!" Came a light, feminine sounding voice followed by the sound of a body hitting the pavement. Tim stumbled backwards from the impact and opened his eyes to see a cheetah lying on the ground in front of him. "Oh my!" He said as he got down and tried to help her up. "I'm...I'm so sorry. Are yoy all right?" "No, no it's fine. My fault entirely." The feline said with embarrassment. "I should've known better that to try dashing across the car park on a leg that still isn't back up to full use just yet." Confused, the dingo looked down and noticed a walking cane clasped in her paw. "Oh, do you need some help?" The femme blushed and offered up a small abashed smile. "Thank you, that would be very much appreciated." With great care, Tim placed an arm under her elbow and helped the feline back to her feet. "Thanks again." She said, wobbling somewhat as she leaned on the cane. "Sorry, it's just I kinda tripped and did my foot in during running practice yesterday so I have to go easy on it for while." She grinned somewhat nervously. "I, I didn't mean to get in your way like that." Tim quickly held up his paws. "Oh no, I'm, I'm great. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." The cheetah shook her head and dusted off the blue button up dress shirt she was wearing under her coat. "Oh don't worry about it. I mean you couldn't have done any more damage to me than I've already done to myself." She turned around. "I'll be good as soon as I can get inside and find a place to si-ARRRRGH!" The cheetah cried out as she attempted to take a step forward and nearly fell over again. Fortunately Tim was quick to lunge forward and grab her as she lost her footing. "Geez, are you sure you're alright?" Again the feline gave him a polite if embarrassed smile. "I...I think that fall might've twisted my leg around a bit more." She giggled nervously. Tim looked at the foot paw, noticing how it bent outward at an odd angle as if it had been sprained. "Well, I have some bandages in the van to help hold that in place and take some of the strain off if you want." The feline looked at him with surprise. "Are you sure? I mean I don't want to trouble you anymore." Tim cast his eyes back at the club and sighed softly. "Believe me, you won't be. I was planning on leaving anyways as soon as my friend is done in the toilet." He glanced back down. "And anyway that doesn't look too bad. Just let me bandage it up for you and you should be fine for tonight." The cheetah cocked her head and smiled slightly. "Well thank you again; you're a very kind soul." Now it was the dingo who looked surprised as he helped her stand up. "I'm Sherry by the way. What's your name?" "T-T-Timothy." He stuttered as he helped her to the back of the van. "Nice name." She said as he opened the rear doors and helped lift her up so she could get inside. "Just sit down on the floor for a moment and keep your leg straight." He folded up his blazer and placed it under her foot to prop it up before going over to retrieve the first aid kit. "Nice do up." Sherry commented as she observed the sound equipment. "Are you a recording artist or something?" Tim tensed a bit but figured she was probably just curious. "Something like that." He pawed through the variety of antiseptic wipes, plasters, eye-drops and so on until he found the rolls of bandages and splints. "It's my friend's actually. He does a lot of things with sound." "Cool." The cheetah said as Tim removed her sock and shoe and then gently lifted her foot to place two wooden splints on the top and bottom of her ankle. "Okay, I need you to help hold these in place for me." Sherry set her cane down in between them and leaned forward to hold onto the splints as the dingo unrolled the bandages and began to carefully wrap them around her foot paw. "Again I'm sorry about this." She blushed. "They said they were going to put it in plaster tomorrow but I had non-refundable tickets for tonight so I just couldn't wait." "It doesn't bear thinking about." Tim assured as he concentrated on wrapping the bandages around her sole, causing her to giggle slightly when his paw brushed against her sensitve pads. "Hee hee hee, that tickles." She said. "Oh, sorry." He quickly secured the end and moved down to wrap the rest around her calf. "No don't apologise, I like it." Sherry was quick to reassure as the dingo finished dressing the sprain. "There, that oughta hold you over till tomorrow." The cheetah lifted her foot a bit higher and tested the dressing. "Thanks, that feels better." She gave him a little smile. "You're quite the field medic aren't you?" "I've done a couple of first aid courses." Tim remarked while he put the left over bandages back in the box. "Seemed like a worthwhile use of my time." Sherry nodded. "Well that was still very considerate of you, even if it is just for a clumsy little kitten like me." She said in a slightly downcast manner. Tim turned around in surprise. "What? You were in a hurry and accidentally ran into me, no harm done." "Wasn't the first time I've done it though and, it certainly won't be my last." The feline sighed. "Hasn't exactly helped to make me popular as you can imagine." Tim looked back at Sherry for a moment, seeing how down she appeared to be and, without thinking, scooted over to put his arm around her. "Well I know you didn't mean it, so consider yourself forgiven." He put on a gentle smile as he tried to think of something else to say. "So, um, are you here alone?" "Nah, agreed to meet a couple of friends here." She smiled and gave an embarrassed shrug. "Took me a while to put together an ensemble that wouldn't hurt my foot too much so I turned up later than expected." Tim took a moment to look over the blue shirt and short purple skirt she had on and how nicely both accentuated her tan, black spotted fur. "Well it was worth the extra effort. You look great!" Sherry turned and giggled at that. "Thanks, you're sweet."She cocked her head. "Actually come to think of it, what are you doing out here on your own? Figured a nice guy like you would want to be inside impressing your date." Tim looked down at the floor. "Well when I first set out tonight that was my objective. Unfortunately, it didn't turn out too well." Sherry looked confused. "What went wrong? I mean that is if you don't mind my asking." Tim held his head in his paws. "Pretty much everything. I was so full of nerves, and didn't what to say and, well, I just really scared her off." He closed his eyes and shook his head in despair until he felt the strange sensation of a paw gently rubbing his back. "Wow, sorry to hear that." Tim looked up to see Sherry staring at him with sympathy. "I've my fair share of bad dates too." The dingo sighed and scrubbed his face. "But why? I had someone coach me in how to act, how to speak and do everything else to impress her and then my mind just goes into gridlock and I ruined everything." Sherry shrugged. "Maybe you just tried too hard." She said as she fondled him behind his ear. "And anyway I don't think you're that bad. I mean you've been speaking to me for the last five minutes and you haven't done anything wrong." Tim stopped what he was doing at that as her words registered in his head. *She's right! I haven't stuttered or mixed up my words or anything!* Surprised and a little confounded, Tim looked over at the cheetah who was tapping her fingers together, not sure if she'd said the right thing. *Is that it? Would I have done better to have just forgotten about Zack and gone under my own steam?* All pondering on the subject suddenly ceased as he heard the cat say. "Though if it'll help in any way, you can accept this as proof that I'm not just saying that to be nice." Tim opened his mouth to ask what she meant and immediately felt his jaw go slack when Sherry leaned in and pressed her lips against his. For a moment the dingo felt like his mind had completely blacked out, the notion that mere minutes after losing one pretty girl he was now being kissed by another one seeming too fantastic to contemplate. Fortunately he was quickly brought back to reality by the rough texture of a feline tongue lightly running over the inside of his mouth and remembered that both participants were supposed to put something forward when engaged in this sort of thing. With trepidation, Tim placed a paw on the cheetah's shoulder for some leverage and tried to kiss back, his own tongue cautiously rising up to make contact with hers and help guide it around his mouth. Sherry seemed to welcome the help as she cupped her paw around the back of his head and held the two of them together while her tongue ran more enthusiastically across his. Feeling the added sensation it was all Tim could do to stop himself from hyperventilating. Sensing his lungs were gradually getting more desperate for air he plastered his tongue to the bottom of his mouth and withdrew his lips. "Oh." Sherry exclaimed as she felt the kiss being broken. "Uh, that wasn't too sudden for you was it?" Tim closed his eyes and slowly drew in a deep breath to calm himself. "Sherry, I...I didn't mean to do that, it was just, well as you said, unexpected." Noting a look of worry that she'd committed a grave ill registering on the feline's face he quickly took hold of her paws and smiled. "Thank you very much though." Worry gave way to relief. "Good, I was hoping that would lift your spirits a bit." For the first time that night, Tim actually found the will to laugh. "Yeah, you certainly did accomplish that." He leaned in and kissed her on one of her forehead spots. "And for what's its worth you're a pretty good kisser." Sherry giggled again. "Thanks, you're not that bad yourself." Tim nodded and then pulled away as a thought occurred to him. "Well anyway, as nice as that was we'd better get you back inside now." He stood back up and stepped forward to help her up, oblivious the walking cane in between them. "My friend's probably going be back any second and I'm sure yours won't want to be kept waaAAAIIITIIIING!" He screamed as his foot slipped over the cane, sending him hurtling backwards into the equipment console and knocking most of the switches on it from OFF to ON. Desperately trying to regain his balance, he flailed his arms around and managed to grab hold of the headset only to have it disconnect from the console as he fell to the ground. "Goodness are you okay?" Sherry crawled over to the dingo who was rubbing his rear. "No, I'm fine, just forgot to watch where I'm ste-" He broke off as his ears registered a bizarre wet slurping sound coming from somewhere behind him accompanied by soft moaning. Confused, both morphs looked back at the console as the moans coming from the speakers intensified a bit. "Ohhh, ooh my you're good at that." An instantly recognisable male voice said. "Well, I guess I have had my fair share of practice." The equally recognisable female voice sounded back. Tim could do nothing but get up and stare wide eyed at the recording equipment. *My God, that's...but how?* "Heh, heh, I knew I'd found something good when I saw you sitting there all alone at the bar." "Well my date seemed to have ditched me after several hours of attempting to complete a coherent sentence and failing so I'd decided to just finish up my drink and head for home." Another chuckle could be heard as Tim thought back over the course of the night and remembered the microphone equipped safety pin he'd dropped in his friend's jacket pocket. "Well, you needn't worry your pretty little head no more. Even if it has to be around the dumpsters out back, I'm here for you now my sweet." The squirrel said in a kind, fatherly like voice while Tim's shock slowly melted and fermented into anger. *That...that utter chump!! How could he do this to me!?* Behind the dingo, Sherry perked her ears up. "Hey, that sounds like Zack." Tim immediately stopped his seething and whipped around to face the cheetah. "You, you know Zack?" "Sort of. At least my friend's always going on about what a great and caring boyfriend he is." Tim growled quietly as the indisputable sound of a wet muscle being dragged across a hot piece of slick flesh reverberated out. "Well I think I've lubed you up as much as I can, care to get started on the main order of the night?" Tiffany requested. A shuffling sound could be heard followed by another chuckle. "Wooh, a woman who prefers to get straight to the point. Liking it!" Zack said lustfully while Tim bowed his head and snarled. *As if cheating on two other girls wasn't enough, he's gotta pull this too!?* "Tim, is something wrong?" Sherry asked. The dingo closed his eyes. "Remember how I said I had a date here tonight, as well as somebody to help coach me on what to say to her?" Sherry gasped as her mind put the connotations together. "Ooh. Oh dear." She scooted over and reached up to pat the canid on the back. "Tim, I...I am so sorry." The dingo grumbled and shook his head as a cacophony of grunts and moans emanated out, signifying the pair on the other end had well and truly gotten down to business. "It's not your fault. I should have seen this coming a mile away." Anger soon gave way to sadness on his features as he listened to Tiffany's pants and moans as Zack no doubt subjected her to the same treatment that had made him such a hit with the other females around town. "I just, don't know what to do now." Sherry pondered for a moment as she studied the canid, his shoulders slumped in depression, eyes closed tightly as if trying not to cry, lips pulled back to show his teeth in anguish. "Well, I don't know if this is the right thing to suggest under the circumstances, but if you want we could try copying what they're doing." Tim's eyes snapped open upon hearing that. Tentatively he looked around at the cheetah who shrank back slightly. "I mean, it's only if you're...you know, interested." Tim cocked his head, seemingly having difficulty comprehending the idea that, after knowing her for all of fifteen minutes, the feline was actually willing to let him screw her. "Are, are you sure about that?" Sherry gave a small shrug. "After how nice you've been to me, I really hate to see you feeling so glum." She rubbed her bandaged leg. "And anyway I still haven't properly thanked you for fixing me up." Tim remained looking flabbergasted as more moans permeated through the van's interior. Slowly he turned back to the console as if silently begging it to shut up while he tried to make a decsion, and then felt his eyes go wide when he noticed a stack of empty CDs on top of the speakers. A louder howl from Tiffany was all it took to settle the dingo's mind right then and there. "You know what; just hold on for one second." He grabbed a CD and inserted it before pressing 'Record'. Taking a moment to dial down the volume, Tim took a deep breath and turned around to face the cheetah. "Alright then, how do you want to do this?" Sherry pondered then decided to take advantage of their current positions. "Well, how about I start by doing what she was doing?" She smiled as one paw reached up to lightly caress over the groin of Tim's pants, bringing about a sharp intake of breath from the dingo as he felt his member twitch slightly. "Wow, never knew my touch was that effective." The cheetah giggled. She caressed the area again with more care and Tim exhaled a little more slowly as he gradually got used to the feeling. "Uh, Sherry, just to confirm, you have done this before right?" He asked as her other paw reached up to undo his belt. "Sure, once or twice." She looked up and did her best to give him a reassuring smile. "But I can always make do with more practice." She got his belt undone and then carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Tim closed his eyes and tried to maintain a steady rate of breaths as his pants were gently slid down his tan furred legs, causing him to shiver slightly. Noticing this, Sherry placed a paw on his thigh and began to gently rub through the fur to help soothe the dingo. "Just relax, this'll feel great." She looked up and gave him another smile as her paw trekked northward along the front of his boxers before hooking into the waistline and gently pulling them down to reveal his tan coloured sheath and soft furred sac. "Well, uh, just to let you know, I...well...don't have a lot of experience in doing this." The cheetah looked up, her smile never faltering. "Well as I said I'm not exactly a seasoned professional either so this should prove to be an elightening experience for both of us." She took a moment to gaze at the dingo's genitals and then leaned in to nuzzle his sheath with her nose. "At any rate it looks like you've got more than enough to work with here so there's nothing to be ashamed of." She ran her nose up the length and took a sniff. "Smells pretty good too." "Th-Thanks I-I always make sure to wash thoroughly." Tim half-whispered, half-moaned at the feeling of the nose skin caressing over his rapidly stiffening shaft. Glad to see she was doing the right thing, Sherry let her tongue snake out and ran it over his ball sac, probing at the two supple orbs through their soft container and murring quietly when she felt the dingo's paws resting on her head to hold it in place while she licked him over. Placing a paw on his legs to keep rubbing them, Sherry dragged her tongue up along the sheath, getting a taste of the dingo's musk before withdrawing the muscle so she could kiss the pink tip that had appeared. A warm tingly sensation flowed over Tim like a soothing waterfall, helping him to relax as the cheetah continued in her eager but caring manipulations. Gazing down, he couldn't help but groan a little more loudly as the cheetah placed her other paw on his length so she could rub that too while her tongue assaulted each tender inch of flesh as it worked its way out until the whole thing was standing proudly to attention. Tim swallowed as the cheetah moved back to examine his endowment. "Yep, nothing wrong with that size." She leaned in and kissed it again. "You're too k-i-i-ind." The dingo stuttered as she used two of her fingers to angle it down slightly before slipping her lips around the tip. A louder moan from the speakers chimed in, almost perfectly synching with Tim's moan as his length was swallowed and then sucked on slowly. Feeling each sensual caress of the feline's tongue, it was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing Sherry's head and start bucking into her face. Instead he took his paws from her head and wrapped them around the edge of the console, holding onto the metal with an almost death like grip while his tail wagged happily and his eyes started to water with the wonderful feeling of the cheetah's mouth. Encouraged on by what she was hearing overhead, Sherry pursed her lips to form a tighter lock over the dingo cock while closing her jaws ever so slightly so the points of her sharp predatory teeth grazed over the sensitive skin. Feeling her canid friend tense a bit at that, she ran her paws up over his sides, enjoying the feeling of the slightly longer fur ruffling in between her fingers and under her pads until she came to the hem of his shirt. Pausing her sucking momentarily, the cheetah looked up and concentrated on undoing the buttons so she could continue to explore him. Getting the idea, Tim began to unbutton the top of his shirt, gradually working his way down until the two's paws met in the middle. This caught them both off guard and for a moment they had to stop while trying to decide wether to take the initiative and undo the last button or wait for their partner to move first. As more soft moans permeated out from the sound equipment however, Tim decided to be nice about it and took hold of Sherry's paws to help her slide the plastic disc through its hole before opening his shirt and placing them on his stomach. Sherry murmured a quiet 'thank you' around the cock in her mouth and resumed her sucking, putting in some extra vigour while continuing to feel over the canid's body. Glad to see he'd done the right thing, Tim leaned back and sighed at the feeling of the kitty's fingers working their way through his fur. He wasn't muscular or anything like that but he did make an effort to keep his average build lean and free of any unwanted fat. It obviously was enough to appeal to his feline friend as she 'mmphed' happily at the feel of his flat stomach and the glossy fur covering it. Feeling his mouth was starting to twist upwards into something of a smile, Tim reached down to stroke through the cheetah's shorter but no less enticing head fur, another low moan wafting past his lips as she continued to work his shaft with her nimble tongue. Up until he felt several small points press a little too deeply into his flesh and winced in pain. "Eeeeegh, Sherry your teeth! Mind your teeth!" Horrified, the feline immediately opened her jaws as wide as they could go and slid her muzzle off the cock. "Oh, sorry Tim! Uh, guess I got a little too excited there." She scooted back as the dingo slid onto the floor next to her. "I didn't hurt you did I?" The canid looked down as his shaft. It was a tad sore but she hadn't drawn blood, and based on the way it was still upright and throbbing she clearly hadn't done anything to dispel his excitement either. "No, no I'm fine." He assured reaching over to caress her cheek. "You were doing a pretty good job there." Relieved to hear this, Sherry giggled. "Yeah well, I suspected as much from what your tail is telling me." Tim glanced behind him and chuckled nervously when he saw the appendage in question wagging so hard it seemed it would snap itself off. "Let's try something else. Our 'friends', can only last for so long after all." Both looked back to the console from which louder moans and growls could still be heard, punctuated at regular intervals by Zack spouting such egotistical nonsense as "Yeah babe, milk that sucker for all it's worth!" and "Ooh God, never had to pry apart a vice like this before!" *Guess I can't fault the guy on his stamina.* Tim thought as he reached up to turn the volume down a bit more before facing the cheetah. "So, what do you want to do next?" Sherry thought for a moment and blushed. "Well, since you were kind enough to let me caress you over, want to feel me?" Tim nodded and carefully helped her to move her injured leg so she could shift position and lie down. Taking a moment to steady himself, the dingo reached forward to take one of Sherry's shirt buttons and undo it while she slipped her paws in between to again rub over his stomach and chest. Murring at the feeling, Tim continued to work his way down her shirt and then paused as he noticed a strange greenish glow winking out from under the fabric. Confused, he unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way and opened it to reveal Sherry's spotted B-cups in a neon green bra which shone like a beacon inside the van's darkened interior. "Wha-?" He started to say while the cheetah giggled nervously. "Like it? It's, uh, glow-in-the-dark paint." She smiled in embarrassment as she thumbed in the direction of the club. "A bit of an odd idea I know, but it looks really cool under their UV lights." Tim fought for something to say and was rather surprised when inspiration suddenly just popped into his head. "Actually yes I do like it." He smiled. "Really accentuates the perfect shape of your breasts." He swallowed while Sherry beamed. "You're so sweet to say that." She took his paws and guided them to the clasp on the front which he undid and then gently pushed the cups aside so he could have full access to her mammaries. Taking a moment to look into her eyes and seeing all the permission he needed to carry on, Tim carefully took one of the furry globes in his paw and began to fondle it. He still had doubts about whether or not he could pleasure the cheetah as much as she'd done to him but feeling the supple flesh under his fingers he knew he had to at least try. Exhaling, he cupped the other tit and squeezed it gently, loving how her chest was sized so that each breast fit perfectly into his paws. Squeezing just a fraction more, Tim started to do a scratching type motion with his fingers on the other breast, gently raking them over the areola and the hardening nipple while Sherry purred and twitched underneath him. "Oooh, oh Tim that feels wonderful." Feeling a relieved smile draping over his muzzle, Tim leaned down to kiss one of the beautiful orbs before moving up to repeat the action on the feline's muzzle. "Heh, heh, don't feel you have to be limited to just my top half though." The dingo nodded and released his hold on one of her breasts to trail down through the lighter fur of her stomach while Sherry reached down and unzipped her skirt before raising her hips slightly to shuffle it off and reveal a glowing green pair of string tied panties. Tim paused for a moment to admire the slender curves of her mid-section before lowering his head to nuzzle against her stomach, making Sherry giggle as she untied her panties and tossed them aside. Seeing this, the dingo straightened up and moved over in between her legs to be met with the sight of her sex, quivering with anticipation as a small glistening trickle ran down over the petals. For a moment Tim felt himself freeze as he gazed upon the feline treasure, the realisation of what he was looking at jamming up the part of his mind that was supposed to instruct him on what to do next. "Do you like what you see Tim?" Sherry asked hesitantly. The canid shook his head to try and knock some sense into him. "It's...beautiful. Like a flower in the opening rays of dawn." He heard himself say before blinking in surprise. *Hey, that wasn't half bad.* Sherry purred a bit louder and reached down to press his paw against it. "Go on, it feels even better than it looks." Slowly, Tim began to run his fingers over the slick supple flesh while his mind tried to work out just how he'd managed to think of such a poetic statement on his own. *Maybe it is better when I'm just being my normal self and not trying to wow a girl like I was with Tiffany.* His head leaned in slightly to watch as more juice seeped out under his tender ministrations, gradually growing from a trickle to a steady flow. *Course, the fact that she's as nervous as me does help somewhat.* He glanced up to see Sherry with her eyes closed and a content smile on her face, moaning and purring quietly as she enjoyed his touch. Looking back down at the increasingly moist pussy, Tim felt himself leaning in a bit more so he could catch a wiff of the feline's scent before finally deciding to take the plunge and extending his tongue out to lick at the tempting lips. "Ahh, yeah that's great." Sherry moaned. Nodding, Tim licked her again, finding the taste of her sex to be surprisingly nice. Wanting to try a bit more he began to lap at it with quick thrusts of his tongue as if he were drinking from a bowl while his paw reached in between his own legs to stroke along his throbbing cock. "Eee, oh my God!" Sherry screamed in ecstasy as she looked up to see the dingo nestled in between her legs, enthusiastically licking up her juices while continuing to paw himself off. "Ooh, please Tim." She took hold of his head and lifted it off. "Please, go ahead and mate with me. I know you must be desperate for release." The dingo went wide eyed and backed away. "Uh, are you absolutely sure Sherry? I mean I don't think I have any protection with me." He hung his head. "I'm sorry but...well I didn't expect anything like this to happen tonight." The feline smiled and caressed his cheek fur in the same way he'd done for her. "It's alright; I'm not in heat at the moment so I don't think we need to worry." She cradled his head. "Just please, enjoy yourself, for me." Tim stared back at the cheetah, seeing the want in her eyes to match her words and sighing. "Okay, if that's what you want." Sherry spread her legs a bit wider as the dingo gripped her hips and moved forward so his shaft was pressing against her lips. With a quick in take of breath, he began to push in, slowly sinking the pole into her depths until he'd reached his knot. "Nnnnggghh." The cheetah gritted to his concern. "Sherry? Are you okay?" His response was her paws again rubbing through his chest fur as she looked up and smiled warmly. "It's fine, go ahead and give it to me." With another quick breath, Tim began to pull out until he was about half way then slid back into the cheetah's wet depths, a deep throated moan reverberating through him at the pleasurable tightness on his length. "Yeah, yeah that's it Tim...oogh...oh you're doing great!" Sherry coaxed, gripping his fur a little harder and trying not to hurt him with her claws as a pleasurable tingle radiated out from her loins. Moaning louder as the canid began to build up a rhythm, she laid her head back down and squirmed under his thrusts, thankful if for nothing else than that she'd gotten to have this opportunity with such a kind hearted individual. On the other end, Tim was just wallowing in the congenial amazement that after making such a public disgrace of himself he'd then had virtually ever single one of his misgivings about himself proven wrong by the most pretty and understanding (if slightly unconventional) kitten he'd ever met. Looking down and seeing her face screwed up in ecstatic delight, Tim took hold of her breasts and began to massage them again as he thrust in harder, wanting so badly for the cheetah to feel as good as he was at that moment. "Mmm, God that feels incredible!" Sherry cried, her sex clamping down harder on his shaft as he continued to pump into her. She arched her back and reached up to grab his shoulders as the sexual gratification tightened its grip on her body. Spurned on by the action, Tim plunged his length in as far as he could go without pushing his knot in as well (no way would they be able to finish up before Zack got back if that happened) before withdrawing and doing it again, producing a satisfying slurping sound followed by a pleasure filled scream from the cat each time. Feeling a distinct tightening in his balls which signalled he was getting close to climaxing, the dingo pinched Sherry's nipples in between his fingers and thumbs while simultaneously grinding his hips against hers so his cock rubbed against her inner walls. "Tim, oh God I'm close, God I'm..." And suddenly the feline felt the world around her shatter, leaving her unable to do anything else besides writhe on the floor and scream in orgasmic bliss as her body was wracked by pleasure. Watching and feeling her juices flow freely over the length of his penis, Tim began to piston in as hard as he could, wanting to make every last second of Sherry's climax feel as good as was physically possible until he felt a paw grab his arm. "P-Please, just l-let yourself go." The cheetah pleaded before grabbing his hips and pulling him back into the vice-like grip of her convulsing walls, producing an almost werewolvian howl from the dingo as the tightness set him off too. "Ooh, oh that's so wonderfully warm." Sherry mewled softly as jet after jet of canid seed flowed into the depths of her womb. At last spent, Tim collapsed on top of the feline, panting and holding her lovingly while she licked his face. "Sh-Sherry, that was...unbelievable." The dingo lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. "I, I don't know what to say." She pondered for a moment then smiled softly. "Well, then just say thank you." Again Tim found the will to smile as he hugged her more tightly. "Thank you, Sherry. You have no idea how much that meant to me." The feline blushed slightly as she leaned up to kiss him on the forehead. "You're a wonderful morph Timothy, I'm just glad I was able to show you how appreciative I am of your efforts." The dingo nodded before a thought occurred to him. Quickly he leaned over and turned the volume back up on the sound equipment. The clink of a glass being set down on a hard surface came through the speakers amidst the never ending stream of dance music. "Ah, that's the stuff to revitalise you." Zack was heard to say. "Sorry I can't stay scaley girl but I've got an acquaintance outside who's probably wondering where the hell I am." A rustling sound was heard followed by footsteps as the music faded away. "Crud, couldn't have cut it any closer." Tim quickly reached down to retrieve his boxers and put them on before starting to button his shirt back up. "You're friends are probably wondering where the hell you are too." "Ah, they'll just think I decided to take it easy on my foot and not come." Sherry explained as she clasped her bra and then buttoned up her own shirt. "And at any rate with the bandage you put on it, I should have a much easier time getting home so in the end it was worth missing out." "Oh that reminds me," The dingo ejected the CD he'd recorded Zack and Tiffany's little amorous rendezvous on and slipped it inside a plastic envelope. "Here, take this and make sure your friends hear it." Sherry seemed surprised as she was handed the CD. "Think of it as my way of saying thanks. For showing me how wrong I was to ever trust Zack and for making this such a special night." Taking a moment to turn it over in her paws she looked back at the dingo with a grateful expression on her face. "Tim, you truly are an exceptional individual. Which is why I'll only accept this under one condition." He cocked his head. "What's that?" Sherry giggled and stuck out her other paw. "You have to give me your phone number." The dingo stood there dumbfounded, cutting rather a humorous figure with his pants around his knees and his eyes as wide as dinner plates. Fortunately the sound of a door swinging open followed by feet stepping onto asphalt jolted him back to his senses. Quickly he grabbed a scrap of paper and scribbled the number down before thrusting it into the cheetah's paw as she zipped up her skirt. "So you, you really want to see me again?" Sherry thought for a moment then giggled again as she grabbed her panties and tucked them into his pants pocket. "Well looks like I'll have to now, if only to get those back." She smirked. Tim looked down at the glowing neon green undergarment sticking out of his pocket and chuckled before he helped the cheetah to her feet and handed her her cane. "He'll probably come in through the back doors. Get out on the driver's side and wait until we leave." The cheetah nodded and kissed him on the lips. "Alright. I promise I'll call." She said before shoving the CD in her jacket and making her way to the front of the van to get out. Tim quickly belted his pants and did a quick visual check of his surroundings. Noticing the headset on the floor he picked it up and reconnected it to the sound equipment before flicking all the switches off and then sliding into the passenger seat. Barely a second later the back doors opened up and in stepped a rather dishevelled and very satisfied looking grey squirrel. "Well, that certainly was a much needed shit." He said as he sat down in the driver's seat. "Not to mention a long one." Tim said back as he stared out of the window. "Yeah, well after I came out I was kinda dehydrated so I decided to have a drink." "Meet anyone interesting?" Zack thought for a moment and shrugged. "Bartender was pretty cute but aside from that no, not really." He cracked his knuckles and looked over at his tan furred friend. "Hasn't been too lonely out here I hope?" Tim smiled and shrugged as well. "Guess I can't really complain. Shall we blow this joint?" "Suits me." The squirrel fished some car keys out of his pocket and got ready to start the van before turning to observe the dingo's oddly pleased expression and cocking an eyebrow. "Something happen while I was away Tim? You're looking a lot chipper than when I left." Tim leaned against the passenger door while his fingers surreptitiously tucked the rest of Sherry's panties into his pocket. "Oh I had a think over what you said, about how Tiff was out of my league and I should try for a lower class girl." He turned to face the tree dweller. "I decided you were right, I'll get a lot further with them and by doing so, I won't have to bother you any more to boot." The squirrel stared back at him for a moment before smiling. "Well, that's good to hear." He inserted his keys and revved the engine up. "Right then, better drop you off and then swing around to Charlene's house to kiss her good night. Best keep her sated so I can dedicate all of tomorrow to Trixie." The squirrel sighed as he began to pull away from the curb. "I swear, one of these days those girls are gonna run me right into the ground." He stepped on the accelerator and stared through the windshield, never once noticing Tim's smile growing wider. *Buddy, you have no idea.* * * * Several minutes later... Sherry sighed happily as she watched the van disappear into the night, glad that she'd met Tim and even more so that he'd turned out to be such a caring soul. Reaching in to pull out her cell phone and the scrap of paper, the cheetah slowly began to make her way over to the Insomnia club as she entered Tim's number into her phonebook and then dialled out another call. "Hey there, it's me....no don't worry about it you did fine, everything went smoothly....Yeah I'm outside right now." She walked up to the entrance doors as a smiling greyhound stepped out and pocketed her own phone. "I knew I could count on you." Tiffany said as she wrapped her arms around the cheetah and hugged her tightly. "Whoah, easy there Tiff, I'm still not that steady on my feet." The cheetah replied, prompting the canine to kiss her on the head. "Sorry, I'm just so glad you managed to pull it off." She gently released the cheetah and then put an arm around her to provide support as the two walked away from the club. "So, what'd you think of him?" Sherry leaned on her cane and smiled as her cheeks began to turn red again. "Well, I'm kinda embarrassed to admit it, but when you first described what a kind and gentle, if rather shy morph he was, I had my doubts." Her gaze averted as she held up her phone. "But now after meeting him in the fur I really do owe you a most sincere apology. He's absolutely everything I'm looking for in a boyfriend." Tiff took the phone off her friend and had to stifle a laugh when she saw Tim's number now sitting underneath her own in Sherry's phonebook. "Well I hated seeing you so down after you sprained your foot and had to be taken off the running team so I thought it'd be a nice surprise." She handed the phone back. "You think he's interested in you?" At that Sherry just blushed harder as she lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her lack of panties. This time Tiffany couldn't stop herself from laughing out loud. "Oh come on Tiff, it's not at all funny. You have any idea how much he was hurting after Zack told him about your phone conversation?" "I know, and I'm sorry." Tiff wiped her eyes. " I'm just relieved it worked out between you two. I mean he's such a decent, if slightly misguided guy and all, and after pestering me for months on end I couldn't think of any nice way to tell him I'm not interested in any more boyfriends for the time being." She glanced back at the club and groaned. "Especially not after having to finish up with that loudmouth of a squirrel, God that bastard had absolutely no concern for me, other than my helping to get his rocks off, and he wanted to do it twice." The greyhound grrred and shook her head. "When I get home I'm gonna have to see if Kirsty's up for helping me shower. Anything to get his scent off my body and the thought of him out of my mind." Sherry smiled and patted her friend's shoulder. "Well, you'll be pleased to know your efforts brought me the necessary time to dig up enough dirt on him that we can permanently bury the bastard." She pulled the CD from her jacket. "Here, courtesy of our mutual dingo friend. Your voice is kinda recognisable but it's solid proof nonetheless." The greyhound looked at the CD then grabbed her friend and gave her a big kiss. "My shining star! This will be just what I need to convince Trixie to finally severe all ties with that wretched acorn muncher." She tucked it into her purse and grinned. "That'll teach him to go around trying to impress every girl with tales of his expertise in communications and sound recording. I knew what he was up to the instant I spied Tim was wearing a fake flower." Sherry nodded. "Well, I guess tonight went off pretty well then." She looked down at her bandaged foot and winced. "Even if we both had to go through a world of hurt in the process." Tiffany looked at her friend and groaned as she felt over her still somewhat sore rear. "Speak for yourself!" * * * She can do anything What does she see in me I wouldn't change a thing I no longer feel so empty So I'm listening No words that I can hear But I'm seeing For the first time things are clear But I'd still like to know What do I do for you Wanna be a part of me Take all you see Anything of me I've been in love And I held on to it's bliss Never realized That this kind of love exists So I'm listening Your words are what I hear You have shown me It's so simple when your near I've been in love And I hold on to it's bliss Now I realize That this kind of love exists I'm listening For the first, for the first time Mullmuzzler - Listening * * *
FINIS
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