Head home for a shower and nap

From Create Your Own Story

Your in season induced lust quenched for the moment you decide to head home for a shower and a quick nap.

You smile distractedly during the entire uneventful walk home. At your flat you dig the keys out of your purse. The door is already unlocked. Your flatmate Ginger must be home.

"Hello?" you call out as you open the door.

Ginger grunts an acknowledgment from the sitting room. As you hang your keys up on the hook next to the door Ginger looks up at you from the couch. She had been reading a magazine and sipping from a cup, it smells like tea from here. Gingers nostrils flare. With a grimace she waves her hand in front of her muzzle. "Go take a shower, you smell like the locker room floor at a whorehouse."

"I intend to, thanks for the heads up." You flip your middle finger at her as soon as you are sure that she can't see you. Leave it to that skinny ass Palomino to ruin a perfectly good mood.

Ginger's comment makes you aware of the musky smell of sweat and semen that seems to surround you. You hurry into the shower. Not only does the hot shower feel good, it also seems to take forever for all the little reminders of your afternoon with Reggie to dribble down your inner thighs to be washed down the drain. You take your time.

Out of the shower, your fur still damp, you wrap yourself in a fluffy robe and flop down on your bed. Feeling warm, clean and relaxed you instantly doze off.

It's dark when you wake up. You check the clock on your nightstand. It's ten thirty. Perfect, you have plenty of time to run a curry comb through your fur, dress and head out to the bar and meet Penny.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to get brushed and dressed. You mane is still a bit of a mess but what the heck, bed head is always in right? In a good mood you trot down the stairs, the apartment is dark and you don't see Gingers keys on the hook. With any luck she'll be out all night and you and Penny can have the place to yourselves later.

You lock up and head to the bar, you get there just a little past eleven. Plenty of time for some drinking and picking up guys before Penny gets off work.

At the bar you are amazed at the number of equines. You haven't seen this many in one place since you left home. You know one or two of them but most are complete strangers and, bonus, almost all of them are stallions! It's wonderful, it looks and smells just like home.

A large Bay Hunter surrounded by an entourage of smaller stallions eyes you up from the bar. He motions to you from his seat. You glace around him to see if Penny is behind the bar. No Penny, but you recognize the scarred up old yellow feline, Rigger, the owner, pouring drinks.

You wade through the herd in the general direction of the Hunter. He's almost as big as you and kind of cute. No hurry though, your afternoon with the little zebra took the edge off, you can afford to be picky.

A little Palomino and a Gray make room for you at the bar next to the Hunter. The Hunter whistles, "Well, you were sure worth waiting for! Welcome to the party!" He pats the bar stool recently vacated by the Palomino. "Hey, Cat! Whatever the lady wants it's on me!"

You wince, Rigger is pretty calm for a feline, but he's still a Puma. From the stories Penny tells you're pretty sure Rigger didn't get that eye patch and those scars from falling out of bed. Rigger notices your wince, he shrugs and winks his remaining large yellow eye.

"What will the..." Rigger coughs, "...gentleman get you Kayde?" Rigger motions to a bottle with his chin. As you follow his lead you see that he's motioning to a bottle of fifty year old single malt scotch. Your eyes widen, Rigger flashes a grins and nods almost imperceptibly. "I'll have some of that Bruichladdich if you please Rigger." You put your hand to your muzzle to stifle a giggle.

"Very good ma'am, A double?" Rigger drawls, deadpan. It's all you can do to keep from bursting into laughter. Cats have such a nasty sense of humor. You figure it's better that Rigger takes a bite out the guys wallet rather than a bite out of his jugular.

"Please."

Rigger carefully pours a double into a glass and adds just the correct amount of cold water, no ice, just the way you like it. He hands it to the Hunter. Unaware, the Hunter then hands you the glass, five hundred and fifty dollars worth of booze. Rigger knows his scotch. That's one reason you are so fond of him.

You sit down and sip your drink. The Hunter's hand lands on your knee and begins a slow creep up your thigh. You figure what the heck, twelve hours ago or so you'd already be in his car, or something, humping his brains out. Giving the guy a little feel was no big deal, after all he did just buy you a glass of one the most expensive scotches in the world.

The Hunters grope is interrupted.

"Kayde!" Penny squeals. She throws her arms around you and gives you a big hug. "I thought you'd never show up. I called and called but you never answered."

"Sorry, I left my phone at work." Actually your phone is in your purse. You turned it off as you were taking off your clothes in the office and never thought to turn it back on. Grinning at the memory you wonder how many other messages have you missed?

Penny slaps at a hand tugging at her tail. "Winston!"

The Hunter, Winston laughs, "God, how lucky can a guy get, two mares, no waiting." Winston must be drunker than you thought, he's slurring his words.

You glance behind the bar to see what Rigger was up to, luckily he was busy at the other end. Rigger is not fond of customers feeling up his help. You see a movement out of the corner of your eye, a thin Palomino mare in an expensive looking little black dress just walked in the door. "Oh great", you mutter under your breath. It's Ginger, figures she would show up and ruin your night.

Ignoring Ginger for the moment, you cock an eyebrow in Penny's direction, "Winston? Is he one of yours?"

Penny laughs, "Yeah, in a way, it's Winston's party, he's getting married!"

You frown despite yourself, "Married? People still do that?"

Penny shrugs, Winston mutters. "Yeah, I'm getting married, it's more of a financial transaction than anything really." Winston presses his muzzle close to your face, blowing alcohol fumes up your nose. "My family has lots of money and no land, her family has lots of land and no money." Winston snorts, "A match made in heaven I tell you." Winston downs a shot and wipes his muzzle with the back of his hand. "Everyone gets what they want and all I have to do is knock up a skinny ass mare."

A couple of the stallions at the bar chuckle. The Palomino stallion frowns and clenches his glass so hard you are afraid that it's going to break. The really big guy, a cold blood, Percheron or something like that, gets a mean glint in his eye as he glances down at Winston.

You are suddenly uncomfortable.

Winston grabs you around the waist and buries his muzzle against your neck. "I much rather stick my dick in a nice juicy filly like you, I wouldn't mind knocking you up..." he pauses to slap Penny on the rear, "or our little friend Penny here. Hell I'd fuck just 'bout anyone..." Winston mumbles something, "that frigid, bony nag Gin..."

A sound like a shot rings in your ears, Winston's head rocks to the side. Ginger is standing in front of you, quivering with rage, shaking the sting from the hand that just slapped Winston.

"Frigid...bony...NAG!"

"Shit." Winston whispers, so quiet, but he could be heard clearly in every corner of the now silent bar.

Ginger slaps him again, "Fuck you Winston." She spins on her heel and storms out of the bar.

"Winston, you'd better fix this..." The Percheron's huge hand drops onto Winston's shoulder so hard that Winston is nearly knocked off his stool.

"Shit" Winston mutters again. He drains his shot glass as he dashes out the door.

Within five minutes most of the bar had emptied out quietly behind him.

Rigger gives Penny a questioning glance. Penny shrugs, "No problem Boss, most of it was paid up front and I have an account number for the rest."

Rigger grins, "Cool." He takes the bottle of Bruichladdich down from the shelf, "Want another Kayde?"

Like I said, cats have a mean, nasty sense of humor.

You and Penny huddle up at the bar. You with your second five hundred dollar scotch and Penny with a beer.

"So, sorry, P" you begin, "no pick and pluck tonight I'm afraid."

Penny shrugs, "So'kay, Kay. So, was that really your roomie? The Palomino who slapped Winston silly?"

"Yeah" you grimace.

"She didn't look skinny, I thought she was kind of sexy."

• Ginger may be a pain but she shouldn't be alone tonight
• Hang at the bar...home is going to be toxic for awhile

Furry Status (you)
Health	100	Equipment: Evening Clothes
Gender	Female
Species	Equine