Flat out, this is probably the darkest story I've ever written. This was supposed to just be a short fetish piece and it grew and grew. There is a lot of sex in this one, and the downgrade is pretty major. I hope you guys like it!
Away A Home
by: Theo Winters
Rena snuggled up to her boyfriend, running her fingers through the wolf's dark fur. "You are always so much fun," she said in a soft voice, a rolling purr filling her chest.
He chuckled softly and kisses her forehead. "I try to be hon," David said, his voice soft as he nuzzled the nap of the lioness's neck. His paw slipped down to grabbed at her hip, squeezing gently at the tan fur.
"I'm going to miss you. Six weeks is far to long," she said, turning over in the bed until her reasonably ample chest was present against his firm body.
A frown passed over his muzzle. "I know, but it's my job. I'll be dreaming of you every day and night."
She smiled and slipped her hand down to squeeze at his limp cock. "Getting off too I hope?" she said. His equipment was fairly nice, thick and just perfectly long enough to hit all the right places inside of her, and she loved it when he tied with her.
"Of course hon," he said, his eyes half closing as a low growl left his lips.
"Oh, all in your secret fantasy, hum?" she teased, fondling him. In the year they had been together she had learned of many of his fantasies, but he still kept one from her, the one that seemed to arouse him the most.
He nodded his head, a smile fluttering over his lips. "Yes it is hon, but you know I love it."
"I wish you would tell me, I could try to be that for you," she said with smile, kissing his black nose.
"You wouldn't like it," he replied with a frown.
"So? Hon, it's what you love! I would be willing to try it, even a little bit," she answered.
David frown deepened. "Are you sure? It's not really a causal thing. It's more of a radical change."
"Would I need surgery, or dress up like a whore?" she asked. She had heard stories about some of the crazy things men wanted, and she wasn't willing to try something like that. She liked her body just the way it was.
"Oh no, nothing like that. But it's not easy, it would take everything you have to really and truly fulfill the role," he said in a whisper.
She smiled and kissed him again. "I can take it hon, I know I can. I just want to make you happy, no matter what it takes."
The wolf looked a bit concerned, but finally nodded his head. "If you really want to, you can, but you have to truly want it."
"I do," she said, breathless.
He kisses her passionately. "Oh love, you have no idea what that means to me. When I get back from my trip we're going to have so very much fun!" he said, his paws running down her belly until he was stroking her sexy, her lips still wet from their lovemaking.
Rena kissed him in return, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him as close as she could, forcing his fingers inside of her snatch. "I hope so hon, I know I'm going to have fun!"
Licking her chin he pulled away and let out a groan. "Shit, I have to get home if I want to be ready for the trip," he said.
She frowned, watching him slip out of bed. He still insisted on living in his own place across town. It was a nice house, but one that she didn't spend much time at, he liked to come to hers instead. He said the trip made him a better lover.
"Do you have to go?" she asked with a pout.
He nodded as he pulled on his pants. "Sadly yes, but I will see you in six weeks love and when I do I'm going to fuck you like I've never fucked you before," he said, leaning over the bed and giving her a kiss.
"I hope so," she replied as they broke the kiss.
David pulled his shirt on and flashed his tail at her. "Have a good night hon, dream of me while I'm gone," he said before he slipped out of the door.
She sighed as he left, pulling the sheets up over her chest. "God, I love him," she whimpered happily, wondering what it was that so turned him on so very much.
Part of her debated getting up to make dinner, but the rest of her just wanted to bask in the glow of the sex she just had. She could still feel his spunk leaking down her hips from her well fucked pussy.
Finally she decided to lay in bed, letting the afterglow sweep over her. Before she knew it she feel into a deep sleep, one deeper then she had even know. Her dreams were of David, and how much she loved him.
* * *
It was a long week, and it took it's time in passing. Rena did her work, doing everything she could, but the nights were long, and the weekend was very boring for her.
The only bright point was when she got a ring in the mail on Saturday morning. It was a simple ring, just a gold and silver band with a small black stone, but if fit her finger perfectly. There wasn't a name attached to it, but she knew that it was from David.
When Sunday night came she didn't sleep, instead she played with herself; enjoying her touch late into the night as she dreamed of her man, and what she would do to him when he got home.
Monday morning started poorly and quickly began to spiral down the drain. Rena had woken up late, well past her alarm thanks to a power outage that seemed localized just to her neighborhood. She showered and dressed in the dark, working as fast as she could, even so she was over two hours late leaving the house.
Traffic was even worse and her car was protesting the whole way. She had gotten it serviced a few months before, but it sounded like another trip was in order. She hoped she could afford it. There wasn't that much money in her bank account.
By the time she reached work she was over an hour and a half late, and found Debra waiting for her inside of her office. The mare had a look of amusement on her face as she saw the lioness. "Well well, it's about time."
"I'm sorry, everything seemed to go wrong today," she told Debra as she dropped behind her desk, trying to log onto her computer, but finding that it wouldn't take her password.
The mare chuckled. "Bill wanted to see you as soon as you got in," she said.
"Why?" Rena asked, feeling a bit concerned. The advertising firm wasn't all that large but she didn't like dealing with the owner if she didn't have too, he wasn't always a pleasant man.
"Just go," Debra said with a smirk.
Rena signed and walked back around her desk and down the hallway, the mare following her the whole way. She looked into Bill's office and found him looking very sever. "Sir?" she asked.
Bill motioned for her to come into the office. "Rena, close the door, it's time we speak about a few things," he said.
She nodded, and did as she was told, sinking down into the one other chair in the room. "What is it?"
"It's about the Hendrix file, as well as the Belladonna file," he said, pulling a folder from his desk and flipping it open. "I've been looking over your work on these projects."
A smile rushed over her muzzle. "Yes sir, I worked very hard on them," she said.
"Oh, I know it, and they are very happy with your work. Still I have some concerns."
She shifted in her chair, looking up at the bull. "What concerns sir?"
"You copied quite a lot of information from these files, I believe to take home with you," he said.
"Yes sir, Debra--"
He cut her off. "Told me everything. I will not allow you to steal my clients to start your own business. You are fired, you will be escorted back to your office to collect your things, then you will leave this building."
Surprise cut through her face as her mouth fell open. "But... I worked hard on those, I wasn't trying to do anything like that," she protested.
"Now is to late for your lies. I've made sure to call all our clients and our competitors. You won't be working in this town again," he said, picking up his phone and quickly dialing.
She stood up and tried to protest. "But... I didn't do anything. I was just trying to do the best I could."
"Be thankful I'm not calling the police," he said as the door opened and two security guards entered into the room. They took her by the arm and dragged her out, past a smirking Debra.
The mare waved as she watched the lioness go past, a look of glee on her long muzzle.
The pair of guards watched her intently as she packed up her personal items then took her back to her car. They didn't shove her out the door, but it was a near thing. She caught her jacket in the door which tore apart as she tried to walk away, sending her falling to the ground.
"Fuck, this was my last pants-suit," she said, pulling her jacket free and climbing to her feet. Picking up her things she walked back to the car, climbing inside as fat drops of rain started to pelt onto the windshield.
She managed to make it most of the way home before the car finally sputtered and died, right in the bad part of town. She sighed and hit the horn for a moment, trying to compose herself.
"Can this day get any worse?" she asked as she climbed out of the car and into the heavy rain. She had a cell phone, but it was at home, forgotten in her rush to get out of the door.
The rain fell hard on her as she locked the car and started slogging her way home. She pasted a few homeless cuddled up in the doorways, trying to stay out of the cold rain, but it still soaked into their dingy clothing.
Wrapping her arms around herself she kept walking, hoping to find a taxi, but doubting she would. At least not until she got past Maple.
That came to an end when a lion in a leather coat stepped in front of her and flashed a knife. "I want you purse," he said.
She pulled back in fright, feeling the rain soak into her fur. "It's been a bad day, I don't need this," she said.
Another lion came up behind her, grabbing her arm and twisting it hard. She let out a scream and fell to the ground, trying desperately to fight but failing. The first lion bend down and used the knife to cut free the strap of her purse and pulled it from her body. Her keys fell from the broken strap, landing in a puddle as the two men ran away.
"Fuck!" she said, slapping at the puddle as she finished out her keys. It was a small blessing that it was something for her to keep.
She continued on her way, starting to cry as the water washed down her fur, weighing her down. She slogged on past Maple and continued on her way home, wishing she could call for a taxi. It took two hours before she finally reached her house, and by then everything she had on was nearly ruined from the rain.
Rena shrugged off the clothing and dried herself off, throwing her jacket on top of the radiator to dry. She knew she had to take care of her credit card before it was too late, but she couldn't find the strength. She just dropped onto the couch and closed her eyes, hoping for the day to come to an end.
After a bit she reached out, trying to turn on the television. She pressed the wrong button and turned on the DVD player instead of the cable box. The image flickered onto the screen showing a women in the middle of sex.
She snorted, it was one of David's movies. He liked his pornography, and left pieces of it when he visited. She didn't mind, it seemed to relax him, and she liked watching him pawing his cock to the images.
Her eyes half closed she started the paused movie but stopped as the gasping of the women filling the room. Rena closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of it as her paw slipped down to stroke her cunt. Even after all that had happened the images were making her horny, her sex starting to quiver in anticipation.
Quickly growing wet she slipped two fingers into her quim, her thumb rubbing gently at her lips as she let out a soft purr. With one eye she watched the image on the screen, enjoying the image of the well endowed skunk screaming out in pleasure as an otter worked inside of her.
Rena started stroking herself in time to the movie, working her fingers a bit deeper with each thrust, her wetness soaking into her fur. She wished it could be the otter fucking her, but for now her paw would have to do.
Her own moans started to match the sound of the movie, the two voices becoming one as the sounds of fucking filled the room. She reached up with her other hand, stroking at her nipples until they were hard, then gently rubbing the nubs.
She brought her tail up, taking the tuft in her paw and shoving it into her sopping pussy, feeling it wigging and squirm inside of her, almost like a real cock. Humping at the air she started to moan, her body shaking as her pleasure rose sharply.
With a low squeal she lifted her hips and slammed them back down onto the couch as her organism rushed over her. She squirted juices out from her cunt, over her thighs and her tail.
Rena closed her eyes, panting softly, basking in the glow of the sex, allowing it wash her troubles away, at least temperately. She let out a sigh and relaxed on the couch and drifted into a warm fugue.
By the time the evening came she had stirred herself back to something like life. It was too late in the evening to call who she needed to, so she made a note to do it first thing n the morning. Wandering into the kitchen she dug around for something to eat, but nothing was appetizing. Instead she settled for one of the beers in the fridge.
Normally they were David's but she was in the mood to be drunk. Opening the top she slurped some down, wincing at the bitter taste, but continued to keep drinking.
"How am I going to get a job? Bill is so god damn vindictive," she said with a grunt as she dropped back onto the sticky couch, turning on the TV, but finding nothing of interest.
It would be hard to get a new job, and it wouldn't be in anything she had any skill in. Maybe she could find some kind of secretary job, assuming of course she could get her car repaired, and that was a big assumption. What money she had in her account were probably already gone thanks to the muggers.
She finished her beer and went back to get another, swallowing it down without much thought. She leaned against the counter, her tail flicking against her legs as she tried to work out her options. Nothing was coming to mind by the time she finished her third, and last, beer.
Rena was starting to enjoy the feeling of being drunk, but with the beer gone she needed something more, Digging around she found a nearly empty bottle of scotch. She slugged it back, feeling it burn on the way down.
"I'm going to need more," she said, setting the bottle down on the counter. It nearly missed, instead just teetered on the edge. She walked up to her bedroom and pulled on some clothing, not bothering to clean herself first. It was nothing to much, a dirty pair of panties, but no bra, some scuffed pants and a ratty shirt. She pulled her long hair over the collar as she dug around her room, pulling up he emergency cash out of the lock box. A few hundred dollars bills, but it would do for the moment.
It would be a bit harder to buy anything without an ID, but she knew a less then reputable place about a mile away. It would be a bit of a walk, but it would be worth it.
She pulled on thin windbreaker and stepped back out of the house, locking it behind her. The rain had almost let up but it was still wet out, and slowly started soaking into her fur. She trudged her way down the street, jumping over a few large puddle, but was unable to avoid the splash of a car as it rush past, the dirty water crashing over her body.
Rena grunted and shrugged it off, it had been a bad day, and nothing was going to make it better. Eventually she made her way to the store, brushing off the extra water as she stepped inside.
The store was a bit dingy, which was shown by the bright florescent lights that snapped in the ceiling, giving everything an ugly glow. She walked to the back of the store, where they kept the hard liquor. She picked through it, selected a few bottles of whisky, a couple of rum, and two six packs of beer.
She took her collection to the front and watched the teller ring it up for her. Something about him seemed familiar, but she was to drunk to tell it was one of the man who had mugged her that afternoon.
"Is this all of it, or do you want something special?" he asked, a bit nervous.
Fumbling with her money she pulled out a few bills. "Unless you have more then this," she slurred out.
He nodded and put everything into a bag, only keeping the whisky out to put in another bag. He took a hundred from her, far more then seemed right, but she didn't protest.
"Thank you," She said, taking her bags and walking out of the store, her tail dragging on the ground.
The lion smiled as she walked away. "Have a fun time," he said.
She waved a paw at him and continued on her way. The rain had started to lighten up, but there was still enough to mat down her hair. She walked along in the darkness, the weight of the alcohol pulling her down. When she was half way home she pulled out the bagged bottle of whisky and opened it up.
Rena knew she shouldn't be drinking while out on the street, but she couldn't really help herself. It smelled so good, but with a hint of bitterness. Wrapping the bag tightly around the bottle she took a swing of it, feeling it rush though her body, warming every part of her.
She walked a little briskly towards home, occasionally taking another swing from the bottle. It wasn't all that good as far as whisky went, but it made her feel a lot better.
That feeling ended as she rounded the corner to see two fire trucks down her street, and a fire reaching into the night. She didn't get more then two steps before she realized it was her house that was burning.
Coming to a stop she watched the flames, taking a huge gulp of whisky before she could even think about it. Carefully she screwed the top on and put the bottle, now half empty, into the bag with the rest. It wouldn't do for the fire department to see her drinking.
She stumbled down the street, watching as the fire burnt everything she owned, everything but the clothing on her back. She was finally stopped by a fireman who had a concerned look on his face.
"I can't let you any closer," he said.
"That's my home," Rena said, pointing to the burning building.
The fireman winched at the stink of her breath and helped her to the sidewalk. "Sit here, I'll get you someone to talk to," he said, then turned back to the fire.
Rena sat and watched the fire as her home collapsed. It was still burning when a police officer approached her, a concerned look on his face.
"Ma'am?" he asked, a strong looking bear.
She looked at him. "Officer," she replied.
"This is your home?"
"Yes sir, I'm Rena West," she said.
The officer looked her over, then to the bag that lay at her feet. "Have you been drinking?"
She nodded her head. "It's been a very bad day, I lost my job, I got mugged, and now this," she said, motioning to the fire.
"I understand, no harm done. I'm going to take you to a hotel, once you sober up we can take your statement, okay?" he said, offering out a hand to her.
She took it, rising up to her feet, feeling very light headed. "Thank you," she said, her voice slurring to the point that even she noticed it.
He nodded and picked up her back, escorting her to the police car, and helping her inside. She leaned her head against the window, looking out as the firemen put out the last of the flames, but not before everything was destroyed.
Rena watched with disinterest as they drove to the closest hotel. It wasn't the best place in the world, but it wasn't a bad place either. He helped her to the desk and helped her sign in.
Luckily she still had her money, and was able to pay for a couple days. The officer eyed her with interest, but said nothing as he helped her to her room.
She entered inside and dropped onto the bed, her head feeling fuzzy.
"Will you be alright?" the bear asked.
"As best as I can be," she said, sounding a bit calmer then she felt.
He nodded his head. "Alright, someone will be here to speak with you in the morning."
"Thank you," she said, falling back on the bed and hearing the door close. She struggled up to her feet and locked the door, then went back to her bag. She dug out her open whisky bottle and pulled off the cap, throwing her head back and drinking down most of the rest of the bottle, spilling some of it onto her fur.
Gasping hard she wiped her face with her sleeve, realizing she was still in her thin jacket. She pulled it off and threw it to the floor, then drank the last of the liquor.
As she lilted her head back something fell out of the bag and smacked her on the nose. She coughed, setting the bottle down and picking up what she found. It was a small bag of pot.
Snorting she tucked it into her pants pocket. "Not my shit," she said, curling up on the bed and drifting off into an empty sleep.
* * *
Rena awoke with a start, her head pounding with a hangover. She rolled off the bed, letting out a gasp as she hit the ground, knocking the wind from her.
Slowly she pulled herself to her feet, shaking her head to try and clear it. She stumbled around until she found the bathroom, winching as she turned on the light. Blinking in surprise she saw her refection: her fur was a mess, her clothing was dirty, and she looked like she had been through hell.
"I hate being hung over," she muttered. Once nature had been taken care of she poured herself a glass of water and went back into the main room, letting out a groan as she saw the clock by the bed, it was already eleven in the morning.
Not that she could even go to work... or even go home.
Letting out a short gasp she put her head in her paws and started to cry. Long gasping cries that made her chest heave as the tears ran down her face. The thought that everything she had, everything she owned, was gone, burnt to the ground, it was worse then the hangover. She had lost everything, her photos, the letters her mother had written, everything about her parents... it was all gone.
She curled up on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest as she cried. All she had was the dirty clothing on her back and the little bit of money in her pocket. The only other thing she had was her car, but having been left in a bad part of town, it was probably stripped already. She hope to look into it, to be sure, but didn't trust that anything good would come of it.
Rena wanted to call David, but he was on the other side of the world, and without any form of communication. She had no real friends... at least none that she didn't work with, and no family. She was alone, with no one to help her.
Unwrapping herself, tears still staining her fur, she walked over to where the bag with her liquor sat. Quickly digging through it she pulled out a can of beer. It was warm but it would do. Popping the lid she gulped back about half of it, feeling the warmth as it hit her body, in a few moments she felt her headache starting to quell.
She gulped down the rest of it can, dropping it on the desk before she opened a second one and drank down another gulp. Letting out a soft moan she placed her paw on her head, rubbing her ears.
Time past slowly as she tried to work out what she was going to do. There was insurance, it would cover most of the damage; maybe not her car but at least her home. She drank the beer as she thought, working her way through her current can and half way through a third before there was a knock at the hotel room door.
Gulping a bit she looked at herself in the mirror, brushing her hair back to try and look presentable, but failed miserably. Finally she turned and opened the door a crack, seeing the police officer from the night before.
She opened the door all the way and smile to it. "Hello officer," she said.
The bear narrowed his eyes as her breath washed over him, then looked down to the can held in her paw. "How are you doing? Holding up?"
"It's been pretty bad," she replied.
He nodded and offered out his hand. "You need to come with me, I have a few questions for you," he said.
Rena nodded her head, looking back into the room as she drank the last of her beer and placed the can with the others. Looking around she found a card key sitting near by. Scooping it up she shoved it into her pocket, the only other thing inside was the small package of pot, and walked up to the officer. "I'm ready to go," she said.
"I see," he said, reaching past her to close the door. Together they walked down the length of the building until they reached a police car. He climbed into the drivers seat, and she got into the passengers side.
She adjusted the seat as best as she could, trying to get comfortable. The beer had helped the headache, and the heartache, but she could still use a shower and some clean clothing.
"How old are you?" the officer asked as he drove.
"Thirty-two," she replied.
He nodded his head. "Where do you work at?"
"I just lost my job," she said darkly.
"I see, well that's too bad," he said, falling into silence, but looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
Rena nodded her head and crossed her arms over her chest, scratching at her dirty fur. She wondered how one properly recovered from the worst day of their life. Maybe she could beg Bill for her job back, but she doubted he would be willing to grant it.
They pulled into the police station, the bear turning off the car as they entered the garage. He left the car and walked around to her side, opening the door for her
She stumbled out of the car, finding herself less stable then she would have liked. She wobbled a bit as she followed behind the officer until they reached a plain room.
They walked into it and each took up a place at the one table in the room. The bear glanced up at her with a fairly neutral look. "Now, I want you to tell me everything that happened lat night," he said
Rena nodded and recounted everything the best she could, starting for her car stalling, and her mugging, then her trip to the store. She left out the part about pleasuring herself. It took about an hour to go through everything she knew and she went over it three times. Each time it seemed like she had forgotten something, and the officer always picked up on it.
Finally he seemed satisfied by what he had, jotting a last few notes as he gave her a critical eye. "Is there anything else you would like to add?"
"No, that's everything," she said.
"Very well, I just need you to sign this," he replied, pushing a few papers over to her.
She sighed and pulled her hands paws from her pockets, her tail flicking in agitation as she signed her name onto the papers, then pushed them back over.
The bear took then and tucked them into a folder. "Would you like something to eat before I take you back to your hotel?"
"That would be very nice," she replied, rubbing her forehead. The headache was starting to return.
He took her gently by the arm, walking her to a small cafeteria. The smell of the food was greatly satisfying to her and she pilled her plate with everything that she could. The officer paid for her and watched her intently as she ate the food.
Partly through the meal another officer came up to him and whispered something in his ear. A small smile crossed the bears face as he looked to Rena. "If you would excuse me?" he asked.
"Go ahead, I'm not going anywhere," she replied, still working on her food.
The officer nodded his head and slipped away. He was gone for about ten minutes, only to return looking slightly disappointed and a touch angry.
He watched her intently as she ate. "Ready to go?" he finally asked as she finished the last bite.
Rena nodded her head, standing up and patting her belly. "Absolutely," she said, failing to suppress a fairly impressive belch.
The bear winched a bit, but said nothing. Instead he took her back out to his police car, then back to her hotel. She waved to him as he drove off and started back to her room. Eager to get some more beer to take the edge off the persistent hangover.
Fishing out the key card she never even noticed that her pocket was otherwise empty.
As soon as she was inside she grabbed another beer and quickly drank it down, then dropped down on the couch with a sigh. She scratched at her chest, the shirt was rubbing her breasts and making her braless tits hard. She needed to get it clean, hell she needed new clothing before anything else.
Not that she had enough money, she needed to call the insurance company before it got to late in the day. Finishing the beer she fished out a bottle of rum and popped open the lid, sipping at it.
She dug out the phonebook and flipped through the pages until she found the number for her insurance company. Taking a long drink to build up her courage she dialed the number.
"Hello, my name is Rena West and I need to file a claim," she said as soon as the phone was answered, slurring her speech.
"Yes ma'am," the man on the other end of the phone said. "Give me a moment to pull up your information."
She nodded her head, taking another drink of the rum, enjoying the warmth it gave to her body. It made her feel very good.
"Okay ma'am, I need your phone number and your address," he said.
Rena rattled off her information, almost drunk enough to not feel the pain at the loss of her home.
There was the sound of tapping on the other end. "So what can we do for you?"
"My house burnt down last night," she said.
Silence came over the line, lasting for a few seconds before he spoke again. "I see, that's too bad. Have you filed a police report?"
"Yes, I have," she said, rubbing her eyes, starting to feel tired.
"Okay then, do you have the report number, or the name of the investigating officer?" he asked.
She shook her head, and when he said nothing after a few moments finally said. "No, I don't." she took another drink to wet her drying throat.
The insurance man signed and typed something else. "I will contact your local authorities to get the relevant information. Do you have a place to stay?"
"Yes, I'm at a hotel," she said.
"I'll need the number to contact you there."
She looked at the phone, finding the number for the hotel and the room printed on it. She rattled it off to him and heard more typing over the line.
"We'll process your claim as fast as we can, but it will probably be Friday before we can provide you with any money. Will you be able to get by until then?"
"Of course!" she said, shaking her bottle of rum then looking into the bag with the rest of the alcohol. She had a fairly good supply.
"I'll contact you if I need more information, and please don't hesitate to contact me if you need anything."
"Thank you," she replied, then hung up the phone.
She dropped down onto the bed, taking another drink of her rum and then pulled her shirt off, tired of how it itched against her tits. She looked down over the fur of her breasts, smiling a bit as her thick nipples poked out like small rocks.
Setting the bottle to the side she started to rub her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her paws rubbing over the sensitive flesh. With one paw she undid her jeans and pushed them off, kicking away her dirty panties as well.
Laying back on the bed she closed her eyes and ran one paw down until it brushed the edges of her sex. A shiver ran over her body as her fingers teased into her warmth. After all that had happened she knew she shouldn't be so aroused, but she couldn't help it. It just felt so good.
Slowly she started working her fingers into her twat, pulling herself open as her other had rubbed her firm breasts. A low purr was growing deep in her body as she started to finger herself, rubbing the flesh in all the right places.
Moaning softly Rena closed her eyes. "I need a man," she whimpered, twisting her fingers, trying to press in deeper but failing. Grunting in annoyance she looked around the room for something she could fuck herself with.
Her eyes drifted to the bottle of rum, it was thick and square, and reasonable long. Grabbing it she quickly drank down the last half of the bottle, letting out a belch as it was done. With a wet sucking sound she pulled her paw free of her cunt and pressed the bottle into it, moaning as it spread her open wider then ever before.
Rena squealed and started to hump the bottle, abandoning her breasts and using both paws to slide the bottle into her cunt. She clenched down on it, biting her lip, a little afraid that she may break the glass, but the rest of her not caring.
She started to hump down on to the bottle with all her strength, her juices running thickly down her legs and onto the bed. With one last hump she felt the top of the bottle press deeper into her then ever before as her orgasm rushed over her.
Throwing herself flat on the bed she let out as scream of pleasure and joy as she came. Her tail flicked wildly against her leg, her cunt spasming against the bottle, causing it to throb in her sex.
As the orgasm finally past she collapsed on the bed, panting and covered in sweet and cum. She closed her eyes, enjoining the after glow of one of the best masturbation sessions she had ever had, and hoped to do it again soon.
She finally drifted off, the bottle still lodged in her pussy, warm in her alcohol induced haze.
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Wednesday morning starting with her stomach rumbling and waking her up. She rolled off the bed, grunting a bit as the bottle shifted in her quim, her dried juices making it tacky.
Rubbing her head she discovered that her hangover had returned. Slowly worked the bottle free and placed it next to the bed. She eyed it a bit and licked her lips.
She knew she needed to get something to eat and some clean clothing, but she couldn't go out looking she was. A shower was called for before she did anything else.
Walking to the bathroom she worked off both of her earrings, a simple pair with ruby stones that she had gotten for herself after graduating college. They were nice and offset her fur. She then slipped off her new ring and placed it such that it wouldn't be lost.
Rena climbed into the shower, turning the hot water on, letting out a low purr as it ran through her fur. Closer her eyes she let it start washing away the dirt and grim of the last few days.
With her head pounding she reached for the provided shampoo and started working it into her fur. She had to put in extra effort around her groin to work lose the matting from her juices. She was tempted to play with herself, but the headache dissuaded her from doing anything more then was needed to get clean.
She tried to pull her mind together as she rinsed off her fur, the warmth of the water helping her focus and to bring her thoughts together. She needed to call the insurance company back, she was sure she hadn't told them everything they needed. Not to mention trying to find her car. She doubt that she could recover that, an abandoned car left in that part of town didn't last more then one night.
"I hate feeling like this," she said, pressing her head against the shower stall as the water cascaded down over her back and along her tail. It felt good to be clean again, she had gotten so dirty over the last few days, she couldn't understand why she had waited so long to take the shower.
It was probably all the liquor, she normally didn't drink, let alone as heavily as the last few days. It wasn't the best feeling in the world.
And the hangover was almost as bad as losing her home.
Rena folded a bit at the thought of her home, tears starting to well up again. She would have to contact the red cross, they would be able to help her find someplace to stay, and some new clothing until she was on her feet again. Her old college roommate might be able to help as well, at least provide a couch for a few weeks.
She shut off the shower and shook her body, shedding as much water as she could. The only downside was all the movement made her headache worse.
"No more drinking," she said as she picked up one of the hotel towels which was surprisingly fluffy. She started to work it over her fur soaking up the excess water.
The hotel didn't have a large drying tube, so she had to be satisfied with the hand held one, even if it shook so bad it nearly made her paw numb. Using her fingers to brush through her fur she got herself as dry as she could be for the moment.
Walking out of the bathroom she picked up her earrings, putting them into her round ears, pleased at the familiar weight. She then put the ring back on, twisting it around her finger as she got it seated.
She pushed her hair back, letting it fall down her back, almost to the base of her tail. Dropping onto the bed she tried to think about where to go to get something to eat. She didn't know the area, so she wasn't sure, so she hoped someone at the front desk would be able to give her directions.
Rena picked up her pants and pulled out her cash, quickly counting it and finding that it was only two hundred dollars. Not quite enough, but it would do for now. She tried to work out how much he could spend and still be able to afford the room until the insurance came through.
The hangover was making it very hard to think, and left her with a bit of a sickness at the back of her throat. She sighed and rubbed her head. Without really thinking about it, she got up and dug through her bag and pulled out another beer.
Popping the top she took a long drink, purring as it filled her belly. "I may not be much of a drinker, but this still feels nice," she said to herself as she walked around the room.
She moved between drinking the beer and pulling on her clothing. The panties were cruddy, but she didn't want to go completely commando, being braless was enough. The jeans were easy, they were a bit dirty but without being nasty. She could keep them for a bit longer. The shirt was about the same, but the front had collected a few stains for her different drinks, but without much choice she pulled it on.
Finishing the beer she grabbed her money and her key card. Her headache was starting to fade a little as she walked out of the room and to the front office. The sky was dark and overcast, threatening to rain but for the moment it was still dry. It would be snowing in a few more weeks.
She walked into the front office, looking at the older fox behind the desk. He was in his forties, a bit over weight, and the moment she walked in he looked directly at her nipples which were hard from the cold.
"I need to find a place to eat," she told the fox as she walked up to the desk.
He nodded his head. "You're the girl in 127 aren't you?"
Rena nodded.
The fox turned to the computer a typed a few things in. "You've paid for two night, if you want to stay longer you need to pay for more," he said.
"How much is it?"
"Ninety-five dollars a night,"
A frown played over her face as she realized it left her with almost nothing "Okay... I can pay for tonight, but if want anything to eat I can't pay for tomorrow. I should be able to get something out of the bank," she said, her frown growing deeper as she realized what money she had was surly gone by now.
"That's fine, just have it by tomorrow afternoon," the fox said, holding out his paw. His eyes still hadn't lifted from her furl breasts.
She placed a hundred dollar pill in his paws, and waited patiently for the change. "Is there any place good to eat around here?" she asked.
"There's a place about a quarter mile up the street that has pretty good burgers. It's called 'Stews'," the Fox said, pointing in the right direction as he spoke.
Rena smiled. "Thanks, hon," she said, giving her chest a quick thrust forward before leaving the office. She debated walked that far in her bare feet, but didn't have much of a choice.
Rubbing her still aching head she started on her way. The day was cold, even though it was past noon. it made her nipples fairly hard causing them to push out the top of her shirt. The sky was starting to sputter out rain as she found the place, surprised to see that it was a small bar.
A smile crossed her lips. "Perfect" she said, purring the word as she walked inside. The barkeep, an old looking mule with a gut that hung over his belt, eyed her as she walked inside.
"What can I get for you?" he asked as she sat down at the bar.
She smiled. "I hear your burgers are pretty good."
"The best, anything else you would like?"
Rena thought for a moment, looking at all the taps and bottles that lined the wall. "I could use something strong," she said.
He lifted his ears a bit and sniffed at her. "You sure? You smell like you've been hitting it pretty hard."
Glancing down at her shirt she smiled. "That's all from last night, anyway I'm walking today," she said.
"How about a long island ice tea?"
She waved her hand. "No, nothing mixed, just something strait up."
"Ever have bourbon?"
"I don't think so," she replied
The mule nodded and poured her a glass, placing it down in front of her. She took it and sipped at it, getting a taste for it. It was strong, and very warm, filling her belly and then quickly moving through the rest of her body. "That's good," she said, taking a larger drink.
He nodded and walked away, leaving her alone for a while as she worked her way through the glass, finding that it was smaller then she would have liked.
Thankfully by the time she had finished her drink the bartender had returned with a large hamburger and a pile of chips.
"That looks good," she said, eating it without further statement, the meat was warm on her tongue and in her muzzle, and tasted fantastic.
She was also pleased when she saw that the bartender had refilled her glass. She picked it up and took a drink, using it to wash down her meal. In short order she had finished both the burger and the bourbon.
Feeling very happy, her headache finally gone, she pushed back from the bar and pulled out her last hundred dollar bill. The bartender took it and brought back her change. It was less she was expecting.
She looked down at it, realizing that she didn't have enough money for one more night at the hotel. Maybe she could talk the fox into letting her stay Thursday night, once Friday came she would have the insurance money.
Rena put the money away and started back to the hotel, frowning a bit as she walked into the rain. It was cold, quickly soaking through her clothing and her fur. Her top, mostly white other then the stains, quickly became far more transparent. The wet fabric showing all of her breasts, and her dark tits.
Hunching her shoulders she covered her chest with her arms, making sure she didn't give a free show for everyone to see. As she walked she tried to think about how she was going to get enough money for one more night, if she couldn't convince the fox otherwise.
By the time she returned to the hotel she was soaked through, her shirt clinging tightly to her body. She was happy to get out of the rain and back into the room, pulling her wet shirt off as soon as she was inside. She dropped it over the bar for the shower curtain so it could dry. The water dripping from it and over the edge of the bathtub.
"Well, I guess that's washed now," she said, returning to the main room. A blush rushed over her ears when she saw that the curtains were open. She hurried to pull them closed, damming house-keeping for leaving them open and exposing her to anyone who might have been looking.
Once she felt safe she walked back to the table with her alcohol on it and pulled out another beer, drinking it quickly. After the bourbon it was rather bland, but still felt nice in her. She turned the TV on, watching the news as she finished that beer and started on another. She only had a couple left, and she couldn't spend her money to get more.
At least she still had a few bottles of hard liquor, she would just have to drink them. It wasn't exactly a hardship. She decided to save the beer as she took out her last bottle of rum and twisted off the lid.
Crossing her legs on the bed she drank the rum as she watched the television, finding it even more boring the usual. By the time she had finished the last of the rum she was feeling light headed and horny.
She wanted to play with herself, but found herself to drunk to even get her fingers into her pussy. The combination of the bourbon and the rum was too much for her. With a sigh or regret she wiggled out of her pants and slipped into bed, feeling the cover warm around her. She reached out to turn off the light, wondering what the next day would bring.