Hey guys,
Well I kept good on my promise and decided to write this story. It stars my fursona, Duamutef, and a character that I came up with while staring at a small piece of plastic. Forgive me if the Parts I release come out a bit slower than usual but I’m really busy nowadays, but I should be back on my daily writing schedule in about a week or two. I’m also working on finishing my other story, The Flame of Youth.
But I digress; please enjoy “Dark and Beautiful”!
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Part 1 – A Painful Meeting
“Come on!” Era said, as she reached for the male climbing out of her bed.
“No! I’m sick of your attitude towards me,” Chris shot back; “We’re over!”
Up until a minute ago, the two had been engaged in passionate sex. The sleek, black dragoness slid out of the bed and stood. Her nude form towered over her former lover by almost a foot, even though he stood at six feet and one inch.
“I didn’t mean it,” Era said, looking down at him, attempting an apologetic look.
“You always say that,” the human yelled back as he stormed from the room, “And you always lie. Every time we have sex, all you do is tell me how weak I am and then ridicule how I cum before you do! And I’m sick of it! So, good riddance.”
Era followed Chris through the house attempting to heal the rift between them, but met no success. The homo sapien stormed out her front door and into his car, started the ignition and drove into the inky blackness of night. Era slowly walked back into the house and dropped herself onto the couch. The lay there for a short while, tracing the deep, purple color on her belly with her finger. She stretched, both her arms and her wings reaching as far out as they could before both sets of appendages dropped lazily. Now, literally spread out over her entire living room, she turned on the TV and fell asleep. Alone.
The next day, she awoke and decided to skip breakfast. She showered and brushed her teeth, the whole while staring at the phone, hoping it would ring. She opened her closet and stepped inside. She breathed out heavily as she thought about what to wear. She finally decided on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. She put on some underwear and a bra, and then slid into the jeans, carefully maneuvering her tail through the wide hole in the back. The denim pants now hugging her lean, muscular form, she slipped her arms through the sleeves of the shirt then began to lace up the back. Designed specifically for dragons and other members of the New Race with wings, her shirts were very much the same to other shirts. The only difference was that they tied together in the back, allowing her wings to remain un constricted. She exited the closet and began to collect her personal effects. She filled her bag with her phone, her nametag and a note pad, in case she needed to remember something then left. She took one last fleeting look at the phone before closing the door and going to work.
She pulled up to the mall, and stepped out of her car. She walked through the long building until she reached her destination: VitaShop. She walked into her workplace, careful that her wings did not knock any thing off the shelves. Once she reached the register, she was joined by her fellow employee, Rita. The New Race polar bear lifted her small frame up onto the counter and sat down.
“Morning, Era,” she said, cheerfully, “How are you?”
“Terrible,” The dragoness replied, looking down at the register, “Chris broke up with me last night,”
“Oh my god, that’s awful,” the other female replied, dropping from the counter, “Are you alright?”
“No,” Era replied, sighing, “He broke up with me in the middle of having sex.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rita replied, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Era thought for a second before shaking her head. The polar bear apologized again and went into the back of the store. The dragoness crossed her smooth, black arms and allowed a tear to slip from her left eye. After a second she wiped it away, and prepared to open the store.
***
Across the aisle from the VitaShop, a problem of the opposite nature was occurring. Duamutef stared down at the glass display case which he stood behind. A small drop of barbeque sauce had fallen onto the glass, presenting the New Race Jackal with his dilemma. He removed his reading glasses, and ran a hand through his black fur. After looking around and craning his neck several times to make sure nobody was in sight, he slowly bent over and stuck out his tongue, intent on retrieving the sauce. At the last second, he smiled, anticipating the savory flavor. He instead received a tongue full of disinfectant. His boss had taken a moist towelette to the spot milliseconds before his tongue could get there. The next sensation to strike him was equally unpleasant as a rolled up magazine struck his nose. His boss, a New Race raccoon named Terra, was the assailant.
“No,” she said, “Bad jackal.”
“Hey!” Duamutef said as he rubbed his nose, “That hurt.”
“No licking the display case,” Terra said, throwing away the towelette, “Now get those cards sorted so we can open up.”
Duamutef worked at Noble, a small “collectibles shop”, but he referred to it as a nerd store. They sold trading cards comics and video games. So most of their customers weren’t exactly socially savvy. He selected the rarest of the cards he was assigned and put them in plastic cases, then labeled them as ten dollars each. Once they were safely locked up in the case, he opened the metal cage that kept the store shut and prepared for the day.
***
At the end of the day, Era closed the grate in front of the store and began the walk to her car. Once she had cleared the mall doors it was only about a two hundred foot walk to her vehicle. As she cleared the first fifty feet several drunken men stumbled out of an Applebees attached to the mall. They began to jeer and cat call in her direction shouting descriptions of rather obscene actions. She decided to take the higher path and continue walking. The yelling continued, not phasing her. But soon enough she felt a small touch on her tail. This crossed the line. She reached into her bag and pulled a small can of pepper spray. She spun around.
“Excuse me-aagh!” said the voice behind her. She watched as the character stumbled back wards colliding with the dumpster she had parked by. Then, they fell and the dark form began rolling around in the trash groaning and crying. She then looked up and realized that it was not one of the men who were jeering. She decided it didn’t matter; they touched her when she didn’t want to be touched. She climbed into her car and drove away.
***
Tears flowed freely from Duamutef’s eyes as he stumbled back to his house. That was the last time he walked up to a stranger to return something. He stared down at the three hundred dollar phone in his hand and thought back to its owner. He had only seen her for a second before the rather painful deterrent had been administered to his face. He decided that she would eventually learn of her missing phone and come looking for it. After all, a piece of tech this nice didn’t come without a locator app. He made his way to his front door and stepped inside. It was already nine so he decided that it was time for bed. The canine made his way to the bathroom, dumping all of his possessions along the way. He stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. He smiled and allowed his tongue to hang out as the stinging spray was washed away, leaving him only with the cool sensation of water. He stepped out and grabbed a towel. Once dry, Duamutef threw himself over his couch, stretching his digitigrade feet over the arm and flicking on the television. He stared at the screen, not comprehending what was going on as his vision was still a bit blurry. He considered himself lucky that she had bought the cheap variety of mace, because the expensive kind hurt much more. He then lifted the phone and called his boss.
“Hello?” Terra’s voice came over the line,
“Terra, this is Dua,” Dua said, “I’m calling in sick for tomorrow,”
“How do you know you’re going to be sick?” the raccoon asked.
“I just got maced,” He responded, yawning slightly, “I can’t see clearly. I’ll be in the day after tomorrow.”
“Fine,”
The connection ended and Dua tossed the phone away, continuing to stare at the screen as he watched blurry versions of the “That 70’s Show” characters gallivant across the glass. He soon fell asleep, falling into dreams that were mysteriously populated by the girl who tried to blind him.
***
Era approached her front door, spying the cardboard box on her welcome mat. On it was a note that read:
You left this shit at my place
Inside, she found several sweaters and a couple DVD’s. She easily lifted the box from the ground and unlocked the door. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her. She set the box down and tapped the thermostat. It was stuck on 93 degrees. She attempted to push the buttons, receiving no feed back. Her air conditioning always decided not to work on the hottest days of the year. She walked back to her room and removed her clothes to avoid the heat. Nude, she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, making sure a few ice cubes fell in as well. She turned on the fan in her living room and sat down on the couch. Bringing her legs up, she gently stretched herself out, then reached into her bag for her phone. It was gone. She rifled through the bag and finally gave up. She would just have to find it tomorrow; she had the day off and no boyfriend so she had no plans either way. She stared out the window at the night sky as she sipped the glass of water. She then grabbed a thin sheet and pulled it up to her waist. Comfortable, she finished her water and fell asleep.
She awoke the next morning and dressed once more. She then grabbed the phone and called her provider. They gave her exact directions to the house where her phone was. She stared down at the paper and decided that it was a short enough distance to walk. The dragoness walked for about a mile, but it seemed longer due to the extreme heat. Extremely uncomfortable, she approached the address she had been given. She walked up to the front door, praying that whoever had her phone wasn’t a creep. She pushed the button to the right of the door. Chimes were heard within the house, followed by footsteps. She could tell that whoever was answering was either a canine or a feline New Race, because there was only one thump for each step, as opposed to two, one caused by the heel and the other by the toe. Suddenly, a voice came from inside.
“Hang on,” it said, “My eyesight isn’t as could as it could be and this peephole isn’t helping at all.”
Era recognized the voice inside as the person she had maced the previous night. She thought about leaving, afraid the person would be mad, but the option was never presented to her. The door swung open to reveal a New Race Jackal looking out at her.
“Oh,” he said, “It’s you.”
She looked away awkwardly. When her eyes turned back she found herself investigating his body structure. He was thin, all of his muscle lean, almost no fat on his body. He wasn’t very muscular, as her taste was, but he wasn’t out of shape. She soon looked up at his eyes. He had bleached the fur around them with an Egyptian wadjet eye. Era found herself unable to look away from the pattern.
“How can I help you?” he asked, feeling a bit awkward from her observing eye.
“Oh,” Era said, calling herself back to reality, “I just wanted to get my phone back.”
“Ah, yes,” the jackal said, “The phone that nearly blinded me. Come in.”
He stepped out of the way and led the dragoness inside. She stood around seven feet tall and had to slightly duck to fit through his door. Once inside, the house was revealed to have rather high ceilings, so she could stand rather comfortably. The air was also cool and humid in his house, giving a soothing contrast to the scorching desert outside. She stood in the living room, casually watching the screen of the television. The canine took about fifteen minutes to remember where he had placed the cell phone. He finally bent over the back of his couch and began to dig.
“So how are your eyes?” Era tried to ask casually,
“Oh, they’ll be fine in a day or two,” the canine responded.
Era felt a pang of guilt as she watched the jackal dig threw his possessions. Try as she might, she couldn’t look away from his ass. She stared as he dug, until his tail gave a celebratory wag.
“Found it!” he declared, emerging from behind the couch. He walked over to Era and returned her phone. She accepted it but found herself unable to move from the living room.
“Do you need any… uh… company?” she asked, entranced by the show he was watching. The canine’s ears perked up a bit and his tail began to move with excitement.
“Sure!” he said, gesturing her towards the couch, “Please have a seat!”
Era spent the rest of the day at the jackal’s house, talking and watching TV. His name was Duamutef. By the end of the day, she had befriended him and felt slightly drawn to his cheerful, happy-go-lucky personality. When the sun began to set, she excused herself to return to her own house, but not before scribbling something on a piece of paper. She departed, smiling as she reflected on her day.
As Dua cleaned his living room, he found a folded piece of paper that read:
Call me,
505-459-6296
-Era
The jackal looked down at the small heart drawn next to her name and smiled.
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That’s the end of Part 1 – A Painful Meeting. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please comment!
Well I kept good on my promise and decided to write this story. It stars my fursona, Duamutef, and a character that I came up with while staring at a small piece of plastic. Forgive me if the Parts I release come out a bit slower than usual but I’m really busy nowadays, but I should be back on my daily writing schedule in about a week or two. I’m also working on finishing my other story, The Flame of Youth.
But I digress; please enjoy “Dark and Beautiful”!
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Part 1 – A Painful Meeting
“Come on!” Era said, as she reached for the male climbing out of her bed.
“No! I’m sick of your attitude towards me,” Chris shot back; “We’re over!”
Up until a minute ago, the two had been engaged in passionate sex. The sleek, black dragoness slid out of the bed and stood. Her nude form towered over her former lover by almost a foot, even though he stood at six feet and one inch.
“I didn’t mean it,” Era said, looking down at him, attempting an apologetic look.
“You always say that,” the human yelled back as he stormed from the room, “And you always lie. Every time we have sex, all you do is tell me how weak I am and then ridicule how I cum before you do! And I’m sick of it! So, good riddance.”
Era followed Chris through the house attempting to heal the rift between them, but met no success. The homo sapien stormed out her front door and into his car, started the ignition and drove into the inky blackness of night. Era slowly walked back into the house and dropped herself onto the couch. The lay there for a short while, tracing the deep, purple color on her belly with her finger. She stretched, both her arms and her wings reaching as far out as they could before both sets of appendages dropped lazily. Now, literally spread out over her entire living room, she turned on the TV and fell asleep. Alone.
The next day, she awoke and decided to skip breakfast. She showered and brushed her teeth, the whole while staring at the phone, hoping it would ring. She opened her closet and stepped inside. She breathed out heavily as she thought about what to wear. She finally decided on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. She put on some underwear and a bra, and then slid into the jeans, carefully maneuvering her tail through the wide hole in the back. The denim pants now hugging her lean, muscular form, she slipped her arms through the sleeves of the shirt then began to lace up the back. Designed specifically for dragons and other members of the New Race with wings, her shirts were very much the same to other shirts. The only difference was that they tied together in the back, allowing her wings to remain un constricted. She exited the closet and began to collect her personal effects. She filled her bag with her phone, her nametag and a note pad, in case she needed to remember something then left. She took one last fleeting look at the phone before closing the door and going to work.
She pulled up to the mall, and stepped out of her car. She walked through the long building until she reached her destination: VitaShop. She walked into her workplace, careful that her wings did not knock any thing off the shelves. Once she reached the register, she was joined by her fellow employee, Rita. The New Race polar bear lifted her small frame up onto the counter and sat down.
“Morning, Era,” she said, cheerfully, “How are you?”
“Terrible,” The dragoness replied, looking down at the register, “Chris broke up with me last night,”
“Oh my god, that’s awful,” the other female replied, dropping from the counter, “Are you alright?”
“No,” Era replied, sighing, “He broke up with me in the middle of having sex.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rita replied, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Era thought for a second before shaking her head. The polar bear apologized again and went into the back of the store. The dragoness crossed her smooth, black arms and allowed a tear to slip from her left eye. After a second she wiped it away, and prepared to open the store.
***
Across the aisle from the VitaShop, a problem of the opposite nature was occurring. Duamutef stared down at the glass display case which he stood behind. A small drop of barbeque sauce had fallen onto the glass, presenting the New Race Jackal with his dilemma. He removed his reading glasses, and ran a hand through his black fur. After looking around and craning his neck several times to make sure nobody was in sight, he slowly bent over and stuck out his tongue, intent on retrieving the sauce. At the last second, he smiled, anticipating the savory flavor. He instead received a tongue full of disinfectant. His boss had taken a moist towelette to the spot milliseconds before his tongue could get there. The next sensation to strike him was equally unpleasant as a rolled up magazine struck his nose. His boss, a New Race raccoon named Terra, was the assailant.
“No,” she said, “Bad jackal.”
“Hey!” Duamutef said as he rubbed his nose, “That hurt.”
“No licking the display case,” Terra said, throwing away the towelette, “Now get those cards sorted so we can open up.”
Duamutef worked at Noble, a small “collectibles shop”, but he referred to it as a nerd store. They sold trading cards comics and video games. So most of their customers weren’t exactly socially savvy. He selected the rarest of the cards he was assigned and put them in plastic cases, then labeled them as ten dollars each. Once they were safely locked up in the case, he opened the metal cage that kept the store shut and prepared for the day.
***
At the end of the day, Era closed the grate in front of the store and began the walk to her car. Once she had cleared the mall doors it was only about a two hundred foot walk to her vehicle. As she cleared the first fifty feet several drunken men stumbled out of an Applebees attached to the mall. They began to jeer and cat call in her direction shouting descriptions of rather obscene actions. She decided to take the higher path and continue walking. The yelling continued, not phasing her. But soon enough she felt a small touch on her tail. This crossed the line. She reached into her bag and pulled a small can of pepper spray. She spun around.
“Excuse me-aagh!” said the voice behind her. She watched as the character stumbled back wards colliding with the dumpster she had parked by. Then, they fell and the dark form began rolling around in the trash groaning and crying. She then looked up and realized that it was not one of the men who were jeering. She decided it didn’t matter; they touched her when she didn’t want to be touched. She climbed into her car and drove away.
***
Tears flowed freely from Duamutef’s eyes as he stumbled back to his house. That was the last time he walked up to a stranger to return something. He stared down at the three hundred dollar phone in his hand and thought back to its owner. He had only seen her for a second before the rather painful deterrent had been administered to his face. He decided that she would eventually learn of her missing phone and come looking for it. After all, a piece of tech this nice didn’t come without a locator app. He made his way to his front door and stepped inside. It was already nine so he decided that it was time for bed. The canine made his way to the bathroom, dumping all of his possessions along the way. He stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. He smiled and allowed his tongue to hang out as the stinging spray was washed away, leaving him only with the cool sensation of water. He stepped out and grabbed a towel. Once dry, Duamutef threw himself over his couch, stretching his digitigrade feet over the arm and flicking on the television. He stared at the screen, not comprehending what was going on as his vision was still a bit blurry. He considered himself lucky that she had bought the cheap variety of mace, because the expensive kind hurt much more. He then lifted the phone and called his boss.
“Hello?” Terra’s voice came over the line,
“Terra, this is Dua,” Dua said, “I’m calling in sick for tomorrow,”
“How do you know you’re going to be sick?” the raccoon asked.
“I just got maced,” He responded, yawning slightly, “I can’t see clearly. I’ll be in the day after tomorrow.”
“Fine,”
The connection ended and Dua tossed the phone away, continuing to stare at the screen as he watched blurry versions of the “That 70’s Show” characters gallivant across the glass. He soon fell asleep, falling into dreams that were mysteriously populated by the girl who tried to blind him.
***
Era approached her front door, spying the cardboard box on her welcome mat. On it was a note that read:
You left this shit at my place
Inside, she found several sweaters and a couple DVD’s. She easily lifted the box from the ground and unlocked the door. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her. She set the box down and tapped the thermostat. It was stuck on 93 degrees. She attempted to push the buttons, receiving no feed back. Her air conditioning always decided not to work on the hottest days of the year. She walked back to her room and removed her clothes to avoid the heat. Nude, she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, making sure a few ice cubes fell in as well. She turned on the fan in her living room and sat down on the couch. Bringing her legs up, she gently stretched herself out, then reached into her bag for her phone. It was gone. She rifled through the bag and finally gave up. She would just have to find it tomorrow; she had the day off and no boyfriend so she had no plans either way. She stared out the window at the night sky as she sipped the glass of water. She then grabbed a thin sheet and pulled it up to her waist. Comfortable, she finished her water and fell asleep.
She awoke the next morning and dressed once more. She then grabbed the phone and called her provider. They gave her exact directions to the house where her phone was. She stared down at the paper and decided that it was a short enough distance to walk. The dragoness walked for about a mile, but it seemed longer due to the extreme heat. Extremely uncomfortable, she approached the address she had been given. She walked up to the front door, praying that whoever had her phone wasn’t a creep. She pushed the button to the right of the door. Chimes were heard within the house, followed by footsteps. She could tell that whoever was answering was either a canine or a feline New Race, because there was only one thump for each step, as opposed to two, one caused by the heel and the other by the toe. Suddenly, a voice came from inside.
“Hang on,” it said, “My eyesight isn’t as could as it could be and this peephole isn’t helping at all.”
Era recognized the voice inside as the person she had maced the previous night. She thought about leaving, afraid the person would be mad, but the option was never presented to her. The door swung open to reveal a New Race Jackal looking out at her.
“Oh,” he said, “It’s you.”
She looked away awkwardly. When her eyes turned back she found herself investigating his body structure. He was thin, all of his muscle lean, almost no fat on his body. He wasn’t very muscular, as her taste was, but he wasn’t out of shape. She soon looked up at his eyes. He had bleached the fur around them with an Egyptian wadjet eye. Era found herself unable to look away from the pattern.
“How can I help you?” he asked, feeling a bit awkward from her observing eye.
“Oh,” Era said, calling herself back to reality, “I just wanted to get my phone back.”
“Ah, yes,” the jackal said, “The phone that nearly blinded me. Come in.”
He stepped out of the way and led the dragoness inside. She stood around seven feet tall and had to slightly duck to fit through his door. Once inside, the house was revealed to have rather high ceilings, so she could stand rather comfortably. The air was also cool and humid in his house, giving a soothing contrast to the scorching desert outside. She stood in the living room, casually watching the screen of the television. The canine took about fifteen minutes to remember where he had placed the cell phone. He finally bent over the back of his couch and began to dig.
“So how are your eyes?” Era tried to ask casually,
“Oh, they’ll be fine in a day or two,” the canine responded.
Era felt a pang of guilt as she watched the jackal dig threw his possessions. Try as she might, she couldn’t look away from his ass. She stared as he dug, until his tail gave a celebratory wag.
“Found it!” he declared, emerging from behind the couch. He walked over to Era and returned her phone. She accepted it but found herself unable to move from the living room.
“Do you need any… uh… company?” she asked, entranced by the show he was watching. The canine’s ears perked up a bit and his tail began to move with excitement.
“Sure!” he said, gesturing her towards the couch, “Please have a seat!”
Era spent the rest of the day at the jackal’s house, talking and watching TV. His name was Duamutef. By the end of the day, she had befriended him and felt slightly drawn to his cheerful, happy-go-lucky personality. When the sun began to set, she excused herself to return to her own house, but not before scribbling something on a piece of paper. She departed, smiling as she reflected on her day.
As Dua cleaned his living room, he found a folded piece of paper that read:
Call me,
505-459-6296
-Era
The jackal looked down at the small heart drawn next to her name and smiled.
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That’s the end of Part 1 – A Painful Meeting. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please comment!
See that guy, he's a drifter! But drifting leads to Bickering, Bickering leads to Karate, and Karate leads to flying around between windows and shit! Then a big guy starts shooting lightning everywhere and Kurt Russell Shows up and Kicks his Ass!