WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It will contain drinking and graphic sexual content later on in the thread. Reader discretion is advised.
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Date: Forward dated to July 12th
Setting: The AniWayan border
Time: Around 6 o clock in the evening
Character Form: Optime
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Since her reunion with Leon things had gotten a little better in her life; things did not seem nearly as hard now. She had some friends within the pack and they had been great; helping her through her rough time and actually made her feel wanted after she had felt useless for so very long. Sure it would take her some time to finally start getting over what she had been through, but this was a step in the right direction. And yet despite the fact that she had been horribly violated in a very scaring way, a deep part of her was starting to miss the sensual touch of a man or woman. Not that she would ever allow another male to touch her again in that way for a long time; no if there was ever a male she would allow to mate her ever again it was going to be Leon. The way that he had made loved to her had nearly ruined her for other wolves, as tacky as that might have sounded in her head. She was so conflicted that she could not even confide in Leon, and that really said quite a bit about her troubles.
After spending the afternoon with him at the stables, just so she could watch him take care of the horses and watch them run around to make her feel better. She stopped by his place and borrowed a bottle of alcohol, just so she could spend some time to drink her troubles away for a few hours. She was no stranger but if she got hammered enough then she would not remember the rest of the night; even a hangover was welcomed at this point in her life. Bottle clutched to her furry white chest as she headed to the borders, just so she would not be interrupted by anyone she wondered what her friends were doing this evening. Ralla and Ayasha were most likely spending quality mother and daughter time; a time that she would never dare intrude on no matter how lonely she was. Pushing the sad thoughts from her mind as she neared the border, looking forwards to getting drunk off her furry rump and not even worried about the hangover that was sure to come the next morning. So many things that she wished to put past her this night, so desperate that she had to turn to her old friend the bottle.
Out all alone sitting on a fallen tree with her tail slumped on it, bottle open and she about to take her first swig of it. Half an hour had passed and a little bit of the bottle was empty and she was already starting to giggle just a little bit. She was a bit of a lightweight and she knew that for sure, but she was already starting to feel much better the drunker and drunker she became. By now her ears were perked up and her tail was wagging happily, troubles were already gone from her mind for the moment. She did not have a care in the world as she took another swig at her alcohol, feeling light headed now. And as she got drunker she got friendlier and friendlier, pretty much meaning that any advances would be met with her flirting with whoever she wished. The old Amaterasu was pretty much back for the night and any male wolf who came upon her would get a night of crazy sex that she would not remember the next morning. Her deeply missed feeling of a mans touch was back, and she really wanted to satisfy it.
Every time Bartholomew woke up, he was in a new place. It was weird, and he had to wonder why the hell Mars was moving so much. This was the fourth different place that Bartholomew had woken up to. It was strange and Bartholomew sometimes wondered if there was another other than him and Mars whom lived in the body and whom had a different lifestyle than both Mars and Bartholomew. It was true, there was another but not like Bartholomew thought. Mars, the dominant personality had been driven from his old home in DDM to the place where Pixie Frost lived, Crimson Dreams. Bartholomew hadn't left those lands without finding his otter fur skirt and his white leather jacket. He was unsure of the land around him for he had never traveled so far south, and the male would continue to do south when he got out of the safe lands of the Crimson Dreamers.
Sooner or later the man would find himself at the borders of a curious place that smelt weird. Feathers and birds perhaps? It was a very weird base of a scent, but that's what he smelt. He was confused for some time and he looked across the borders, wondering if there would be any scouts about. He knew not of this land, so he had no reason to tread upon it, other than to be curious as to what the land had to offer. Bartholomew didn't need much reasoning, and if he was Mars at the moment, he more than likely would have turned the other way and gone home. Nope, not Bartholomew. He was curious as to what this place was and he was going to find out one way or another. Wha' the hell issa this places? the man asked himself before he had caught a scent of a woman. His ears swiveled back on his head and it cocked to the right. He lifted his nose to the air and then followed the scent that would get stronger and stronger with every pace he took.
As he got near, her form would come into view, a beautiful young ivory luperci female, her body curvy and desirable. If he was Hurricane, he would not have hesitated to rape her. He was Bartholomew though, so he'd at least get drunk and talk to her first. She giggled and stumbled around like a drunk, which meant that her party already had started. The male with the curly tail had approached and put a handsome smile on his lips and then opened his maw to speak to her. 'Ello! May I join ya' party? the man asked, his accented voice attempting to charm the woman right off the bat. Mah namesa Bartholomew Cubbins, who might ya' be, lil' lady? the man asked her, offering the girl his ivory hand, his red tattoo on his wrist visible to the woman. It'd been awhile since he had gotten drunk and been with a woman, he had only been with Krystalle for some time now and it was rather against whom he was to only be with one woman, even though he did love Krystalle, he just was not a one woman man. He was too much of a free spirit.
When it came to drinking a little went along way with her; a third of the bottle was not even gone and already she was feeling tipsy. She had to admit she was a bit of a lightweight but that did not really bother her, since she rarely drank in the first place. Already most of her troubles had left her mind for the moment. Tail was wagging against her butt and ears were perked up, showing that she was excited and having a good time. Giggling to herself as she nearly fell off the log she was sitting on. Even if she fell on her back she would not have cared at all. The world seemed like a better place when she was drunk; but the negative effects of drinking were not worth it to do it constantly. Not knowing that there was going to be a male with black fur approach her; and had she been sober she would have run away and ordered that the pack deal with him. No she just had the bottle tipped up to her muzzle and she continued to drink from the bottle. She simply wanted to drink herself to sleep and forget this night.
Her senses were dulled because other wise she would have been able to smell an approaching wolf that she had never met before. Heard the sounds of his paws on the ground but of course she did not. He could have been hostile and she could have been in danger; she could have been killed and no one would notice until a few days later. That was when she looked up and saw him; black fur covering what she could only guess was a muscled body that she would like to run her paws all over. She could not help but notice a handsome smile spread across his muzzle; oh yes she certainly wished to get to know him better. Then when that accent hit her perked ears she could not help but stand up and sort of stumble over to him. This man would have easily reminded her of Lucifer; and that would have sent her packing in the other way. However in her drunken stupor she just got closer to him; bottle still held somewhat loosely in her paw. “You sure can handsome” she said in a hearty tone of voice. She wiggled her hips a little to show off; to show that she could handle him if he dared to try her.
She took his paw and shook it, with his fur in total contrast to hers. Males with darker furs than her just seemed to attract her more. “A pleasure Bartholomew, I am Amaterasu” she said with slightly slurred speech. Drunk and with no shame she pressed herself against his body; admiring how soft and warm his fur felt to her. With paw in hers she walked him over to the log and took another sip of whiskey. Giggling even more she sat down and then offered him the bottle, better to get drunk with someone then all alone. She would have been on him already but she could not just assume that he wanted to mate with her; which of course in this state she would have been all for.
The tri-colored wolfdog looked at the woman as she had stood up from her log seat and she had stumbled towards him, and her slurred words spoke of how he could join her and how he was handsome. He knew that already but he always did like the compliments. She shook her hips at him, showing off those curves that he could go for right about now. The smile still was on his maw though, and he made no move towards her yet. He wanted to loosen up as well. She took his coal hand into her white, and she shook it and then introduced herself as Amaterasu. The unique name ran over a few times in his head, since he had never heard such a name before. Itssa pleasures, Amaterasu. her name had to be as long as his was when it was written down on paper, he assumed, since it sounded like a really long name. The male looked at the woman, and he noticed that scar on her face, and he could only wonder what had happened to her for that to happen. He had his own scars, on his arms and legs, as well as some on his sides, but they were mostly covered by the male's white leather jacket that hugged his shoulders.
She moved to press herself against his body. He actually let his fingers briefly touch her sides, her soft fur touched beneath his fingers. He would have wandered her body if she had not been so quick to grab one of his hands and lead him to the log, and then offer him a drink. He quickly took the bottle from the woman and he had put it to his lips and tipped it back. He wanted to be on some level of drunkenness, so even he might not remember this night. He already had the feeling that tonight would be rather adventurous for both of them, because not only was Bartholomew willing to waste the time with the woman, he honestly didn't care whom she was. He was willing to lay with most any woman, even though he only got to lay with half of them, and then Krystalle, whom he was able to go to most any time and ask if she wanted to tumble in the sheets. Lately it had been awkward between them, so this was the reason he needed to walk away from her though, and to lay with another woman. Do ya' minds tellin' meh where we are at, Rasy? the man asked, already giving her a nickname because he felt like the drunker he got, the less chance he would be able to pronounce or even remember her name, so he figured he'd make it shorter and hopefully he wouldn't forget that part either.
The male handed her the bottle back, the whiskey that was in his mouth slithering down his throat, a satisfying burn at the back of his throat. A shiver ran up his spine and he turned his icy blue eyes to the woman, a pierced brow cocked. Issa dis place nice? Ya' live here, yeah? the man asked, cocking his head to the woman.
Amaterasu was not really aware of how foolish she looked while she stumbled around drunk; though she would not really care all that much in the first place. The male seemed to be enjoying himself and that was all she cared about right now. Had she been sober his black fur would have easily reminded her of Lucifer; which of course would have scared her senseless. For now she was focused on having fun with him; and that took priority over her other drunken thoughts. She smiled as he shook her paw; at the very least he had manners and that was another plus for her. She somewhat caught him looking at her scar and well it was very difficult to miss in the first place; though she was not really ashamed of it anymore. She felt his fingers softly touch her sides; and she would have loved for him to explore more of her body but she was far too busy dragging him over to the log to join in her own little party. He happily took the bottle she offered him and tipped it back; taking a very generous swig and hopefully he would be as drunk as she was and soon.
While he enjoyed the drink she decided it was time to get closer to him; since it was painfully obvious where this was going to lead. Slowly standing up to make sure she would not accidentally topple over on the ground. She turned to face him and straddled his lap; legs on either side of him as she sat very close to him. She giggled a little as a grin spread across her muzzle; it was strange feeling leather against her fur for the first time. Her chest pressed against his as she started to kiss his neck a little; leave it to her to get this thing going. He remained quiet the whole time which had her a little worried; she had to wonder what was going on his mind this very moment. When she spoke she nodded just a little; it had never occurred to her that it was possible he would have no idea where he was. “You are on the AniWaya border, handsome” she said in her drunken slurred tone of voice. She took the bottle back and placed it on the ground for now; too focused on his multi colored fur against hers; her other paw going down to get to his jeans.
She nodded again to both his questions since she was starting to get horny at the thought of him fucking her senseless. Her sexual frustration had been slowly building up over the months and she truly needed a release. She pressed her muzzle to his in a kiss as her paws started to rub against his body; wanting to explore every inch of him. Finally she got his jeans unzipped and tugged them down just a little bit; starting to rub his crotch slowly so she would get a rise out of his cock. She wanted him to be rough with her right now; make her his bitch and not stop until she passed out. Truly drinking ruined her inhibitions and a damaged girl could become sex crazed.
