Only Because I Care ( Part 1 )
#1 of Only Because I Care
My first babyfur story! Feedback is welcome!
Only Because I Care by JaneCat
Part I
Putting his jacket on as he pushed the exit doors open, Nightwind finally was out of that cramped office building. "Thank God my shift is over", he mumbled to himself. The red fox hated his day job, and would much prefer to be at home in front of the T.V. However, he knew he needed to make ends meet, and that was the only thing keeping him there. He always wondered how he ended up in the occupation he had, because he hated talking to others and kept to himself while he could. And here he was, talking to dozens of clients a day about buying and selling stock. He just wanted to forget about his dreary day and get a drink.
Nightwind walked down the dark sidewalk, only a few street lamps and the occasional car headlight to light his way. He went straight for a few blocks, then turned right into a tiny cul-de- sac of restaurants and clubs. He immediately walked into an establishment called Larry's Lounge, a privately owned bar which belonged to his friend, you guessed it, Larry. As Nightwind entered, the new atmosphere set in. Multiple furs here and there drinking and having small talk. He did take note of the slow night he was having, in comparison to his usual busy Friday nights. He walked straight up to the bar to see Larry drying a shot glass. The brown bear was big, but the opposite of scary. He lost all fear factor with his bright yellow shirt and big smile.
"What will it be this time shorty?" He chuckled. That was Nightwinds childhood nickname, still holding true today. Multiple times he had been mistaken for a 7 year old, but he manages. Nightwind smiled and said "Moscow Mule please". "Oh, tough day eh?" Larry ventured. Nightwind shrugged. He just felt like getting loose, and forgetting about his daily stresses. Larry went right into mixing his drink, and Nightwind continued the conversation. "I just had a couple of impatient clients, blaming me for misplacing money or purchasing the wrong stock. They think help desks should be able to fix reps mistakes as fast as they were made. It gets pretty tiring after 5 years". Larry just nodded in agreement. Larry was considered a therapist by many, and seemed immune to the possibility of talking his ear off.
This idle talk had passed over the course of three drinks, effectively starting Nightwind's tab. As Larry went to tend to other customers, another fur sat next to Nightwind. He glanced to his right, and amazed by what he saw. A beautiful white bunny, with a slender body, sky blue eyes, and two dainty ears. She clearly had wealth, with her assortment of diamond bracelets and necklaces. Not to mention the purple, shortcut designer dress. What would such a woman be doing sitting by him, in a bar of all places?
"Hello there handsome" She said. NO WAY! This must be some type of trick or prank. Was she really attracted to him? "Who might I have the pleasure of meeting?" She asked. Nightwind quickly responded "Uh...*ahem* Nightwind madame. " He answered as he politely shook her hand. She looked pleasantly surprised. "How well-mannered you are! Forgive me, my name is Rose. I just saw you looked a little sad, wanna talk about it?" Normally he wouldn't explicitly talk to a stranger about his troubles, but he found himself complaining about his crappy job, love life, and anything else that you could think of. All the while, he was drinking. Six, Seven, Eight. It got to a point where he was pretty drunk, but relatively conscious of his surroundings. "Oh my! What a tab you have racked up my dear! Let me get that for you sweetie, then we can have some fun. " She hinted, playfully pulling his red suit tie. Again, normally he would have a serious issue with someone paying his bills, especially a beautiful woman. But in his current mental state, he had no problem whatsoever. She paid in cash, and flirtatiously pulled him into the back parking lot.
Even in the poor lighting, he saw her car: a bright red ferrari. If he was fully alert, he could have noticed something seriously off about this entire situation. It was too late however, because she had successfully set him in the passenger seat. She closed the car doors, and started to kiss his neck. He was just about to return the favor, when he felt a tiny prick. Obviously shocked, he looked at her syringe filled hand. He was quickly losing consciousness. The only thing he could process was the humming of a lullaby and the stroke of a gentle hand.