The stream went long and hard, and not the way I would’ve liked it. Instead, I streamed for almost eighteen hours straight. It was a marathon run that wiped me out even with [GET ME PREGNANT!] boosting my stamina to an insane degree. I loved flirting and getting rises out of people, but going straight for that long wore out my mental.
By the end of the marathon, I’d managed to climb up from Initiate, which was brick rank, all the way up to Sentinel VI, which was bronze. Out of the thirty three games I played, I only lost two of them. I didn’t have the presence of mind to calculate the win rate, but it was pretty good.
I would’ve liked to hit Eternus all in one go, naturally. It’d probably take several streams before that could happen though. I needed to grind through way too many games, and I’d only slow down more as I climbed the ranks. Ironically, the matches would be shorter at a higher rank, but the matchmaking times would make up for that. At least it was guaranteed content.
My viewer count had steadily climbed throughout. No, not just climbed. It was closer to an explosion of viewership that left me sitting around 40,000 during peak hours. The thing with long streams, though, was that viewership fluctuated quite heavily throughout. New faces, names, and people came through as others checked out to work or sleep.
I ended my stream right as Bella’s started, bringing 25,000 viewers in for a massive raid on the Demon Princess. I would’ve liked to check her stream out, but I was tired enough that I instantly flopped into bed to take a nap. And after that, a nice long shower.
I was still toweling off my poor tails when a knock came from the door. The sound was heavy and consistent like whoever it was had absolutely zero patience. I was proven right as an annoyed voice called through the door. “Seren! Open up, you overgrown cotton ball!”
”Hold on, hold on,” I shouted back to Sable. I really shouldn’t have told her where I lived back when she asked. Stupid horniness making me do stupid things. I tossed a towel on my sink, and moved out to my closet. Ugh, what bad timing.
I quickly threw on an oversized t-shirt that hung loosely around my thighs. It clung to me in damp patches where I hadn’t bothered to dry off completely. My hair soaked the back of the shirt almost immediately, making it cling tightly to my skin.
My back quickly grew so soaked thanks to my hair that I might as well have not put on anything on. Something told me Sable wouldn’t have cared, either.
My nine heavy, waterlogged masses of pink fur swayed like depressed cats as I walked. I left a trail of water all the way from my bathroom to the front door. The floor felt particularly cool under my skin, which was still flushed from the heat of the shower. I flicked the lock, and pulled the door open.
“Took you long enough,” Sable said as she shouldered past me into the studio apartment. She had a bag full of clinking bottles dangling from her hand, and her scent instantly filled my apartment.
“I just got out of the shower. You should try one some time.” I shot back, and locked the door behind her. The intrusive wolf walked around my apartment like, well, a wolf staking out her new territory. “What are you doing here?”
”Brought drinks?” She lifted the clinking bag, and grinned at me. Sable looked like she’d just rolled out of some grungy bar, dropped by the liqueur store, and unceremoniously decided to drop by.
“Right, ‘cause that gives you the okay to barge into my place like some kind of feral dog.” I gave her a slow once over. “You look like one too.”
Honestly, despite my words, she looked good. Black jeans hugged her hips and thighs. A faded flannel clung to her muscled arms, covering up the shoulders that were exposed by a grungy tank top. Her sharp wolf ears poked up through a chaotic tangle of black hair that she casually brushed to the side. She had that kind of ‘just rolled out of bed’ appeal that was seriously unfair for any woman who’d spent hours doing makeup to somehow look worse.
”How much longer you going to check me out?” Sable arched her brow with a stupid smirk on her stupid face that made my insides twist. Her tail swayed in soft, satisfied swoops as she likewise eyed my body. She shuffled over to my kitchen, and dropped off her back of drinks on the counter. “Or what, is feral your type?”
”It just might be, wolf.” I smirked at her. Unfortunately, whatever charm I was going for was ruined by looking like I just crawled out of a river.
“What happened to you?” She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms. Her amber eyes darted around the wet patches of my shirt, and drifted down where the hem covered my thick thighs. Her eyes darted up to meet my own rose-gold ones, though she didn't look embarrassed by so blatantly eying me in the slightest. “Look like you lost a fight with a swimming pool.”
”I just got out of the shower. Or are you so lost staring lovingly into my eyes that you can’t see I’m soaked?” I brushed a hand through my still wet hair, freeing several droplets of water that splattered across the tile floor. As if my tails weren’t getting the place wet enough. “It takes forever to dry off, okay?”
Sable pushed off the counter with an irritated sigh. Her wagging tail and perked up wolf ears told the truth even if her mouth didn’t. “How the hell did you survive this long? Totally useless without help.”
”I’m not useless,” I muttered. She closed the distance between us, stopping just in front of me. Sable was quite a bit taller than me, and covered in lean muscles that only further accented the aggressive confidence she carried. Not to mention the sex appeal radiating off her without even trying. Once she started streaming, her viewers were going to be a lucky bunch.
My sensitive nose picked up cheap whiskey. Just underneath it, there was a hint of something wild and untamed that made my tails swish happily. Her amber eyes roved over my damp hair and flushed skin before settling on my soggy tails. One of them twitched as if in acknowledgment of her gaze.
”C’mon.” She grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the bathroom. “Can’t have you dripping all over me while we drink.”
I probably should’ve come up with a witty remark about me dripping all over her again. Instead, my mind was thrown completely off track as her calloused hands wrapped mine. Her rough fingers felt so incredibly warm interlaced with mine. There was a certain level of intimacy in the motion that sent a shiver down my spine.
The bathroom was still warm and steamy from my shower. Sable grabbed one of the many towels I bought, and gestured for me to sit on the edge of the tub. “I can do it myself.”
”Sure you can, fox.” She moved behind me without another word and got to work. The towel dragged along my tail, making me bite my lip slightly. I usually didn’t notice when I was doing it to myself, but my tails were super sensitive. That fact was proven again and again as she worked the towel down the length of my tail. “Are you only wearing a shirt?”
“Why don’t you check and find out?” My voice came out a lower husk than I meant it to. “I didn’t have time to put anything else on.”
Her tail froze for only a second before she forcefully adverted her eyes from my slightly parted thighs. “You’ll catch a cold at this rate, cotton ball.”
“Whatever, wolf.” There was something way to intimate about her touching my tails and drying me off. I’d felt people’s hands on my tails, of course. People got curious while I was moving down the streets. I even felt a cock wrapped in one once. It couldn’t compare to this, though. “You, um, really going to just dry me off like this?
”You clearly gave up halfway through, so someone has to.” Her fingers dug into another of my fluffy limbs, wringing water from the fur before dragging the towel down to dry it off the rest of the way. The way her motions sent my blood pumping was probably just coincidental. This story is hosted at novelping.com.
“I didn’t give up. Some wild dog showed up at my door, and I—“ A stifled gasp shut me up as her knuckles grazed the base of my tails. Goosebumps instantly bloomed across my spine, and my ears flattened against my head.
Sable paused for a moment. “Sensitive?”
”No I’m not,” I said way too fast. I held back another shiver as the towel slid down my fur. And the most unconvincing lie reward goes to Seren!
“I believe you,” she said in a way that made it abundantly clear that she didn’t actually believe me. I kept my head down, but I could practically feel the smug, flea-bitten wolf’s smirk rising.
Thankfully, she dropped it and moved onto the next tail. I grabbed a hair dryer to finish the first one off the rest of the way, and the two of us worked through all nine of them one by one. Slowly but steadily, my pink tails turned from soaked rats to fluffy clouds of pink once more.
By the time we finished up, my breathing had turned shallow and uneven. The warmth of her hands along my tails did something to me that made my thighs press together under the hem of my shirt. “T-thanks.”
”Yeah.” Sable tossed the towel in her hand onto the sink, and walked back out of the bathroom without another word. I sat there for a few minutes trying to get my breathing back under control before following the wolf out.
She’d already opened a bottle and poured two glasses. Despite the scent of cheap alcohol that clung to her, the whiskey she’d brought smelled like surprisingly high dollar stuff.
Alcohol and her sounded like an extremely bad decision. I shuffled over to her anyway. It was a good thing I liked bad decisions. “What’s the occasion?”
”To your successful debut.” Sable lifted one of the glasses. That annoying smirk that she usually wore faded to an almost genuine smile. “Try not to let it get to your head.”
”Too late.” I took the glass, and clinked it to her. “And to your debut tomorrow night. May it be just as successful.”
The first sip was warm and sharp. It spread down through my chest like liquid fire. I tried to hold strong as it burned through me, but ended up coughing anyway. I took another sip of the stuff right away to hide the fact that I was a lightweight.
Sable laughed as her tail swished lightly. It was a low and rough sound that spread a different kind of fire through me. “Can’t hand your booze?”
”I just don’t drink often, okay?” Actually, now that I thought about it, was this my first time ever drinking? Did I drink before my memory loss? I must’ve at some point, right?
”Uh-huh.” She grabbed the bottle and dropped onto my bed like she owned the place. She sprawled wide over it with her legs dangling off the edge.
“At least take your boots off.” I dropped into my gaming chair, and rolled over beside her. My tails fanned out lazily behind me as we made ourselves comfortable. The whiskey worked its magic, loosening my limbs and blurring my thoughts into each other.
”You did great yesterday,” the wolf said after a while. Her voice lost the teasing edge that it usually had.
”You watched me?” I looked up from my glass in surprise.
“Just the first bit.” She swirled the glass in her hands, eyes locked onto the liquid. “Had to go take a cold shower after that.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through my chest that probably had nothing to do with the alcohol. “Might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
”Don’t get used to it.” She tried to cover the smile twitching at her lips behind the glass as she took another drink.
By the time we finished the first round of drinks, the bottle was a third empty. Sable shifted further onto the bed, propped against my pillows. She thankfully kicked off her boots, and her flannel sat discarded on the edge of the bed. She looked totally lazy and loose like a contented predator laying in the sun.
I stood up, and stretched out. My shirt pulled up along my thighs, and I felt her eyes immediately snap to the hem. My tails spread out, letting the fabric pull higher and higher before stopping just short of revealing anything. “Like what you see?”
“It’d be hard not to.” Sable shamelessly admitted as she sipped at her glass of whiskey.
”Pour me more.” I crawled onto the bed beside her with my glass in hand, and settled down just next to her. My tails curled around us both like blankets. One draped over her thigh, and another loosely drooped onto her stomach, though she didn’t push them away.
Sable popped the lid off the bottle, and filled my cup back up. “We should play a game.”
“What kind?” Hopefully it was something [God Gamer] could work on. Something about Sable made me really not want to look weak in front of her.
“A drinking game, of course.” She downed her glass in one shot, and filled her cup back up so we were even. Not counting whatever she drank on the way here, at least. “Unless you're scared.”
”Like I’d be scared of that.” I tilted my head to the side, letting my pink hair spill away and expose the pale skin of my neck. “What are the rules?”
Her amber eyes dipped to my neck for several long moments before she found her voice again. “We both ask questions. If you don’t want to answer, you drink. No lying.”
Two of my tails swished lazily beside me, creating waves of air that helped to calm down my heated cheeks. “Sure?”
“Sushi.” I returned her easygoing smile. “You?”
The game started off easy. It was favorite food, then worst habit, and then I managed to dig out the story of the first time she’d ever gotten drunk. We traded answers back and forth, taking drinks occasionally when a question drifted too close to an uncomfortable question. Laughs and groans filled the air as the bottle steadily drained away. The air grew thicker with every question, and the distance between us grew smaller and smaller.
I held out my glass for her to fill it one more time. Sable’s knee pressed against my thigh, and I could feel the heat of her through the black denim. “Why’d you come over tonight?”
She didn’t answer me right away as she lifted the empty bottle up. She looked down at the amber liquid in her own glass as if trying to decide whether to drink or not. Her ears tucked lower. “I wanted to see you.”
“You could see me on the stream.” My tail thwacked her arm playfully. I’d noticed her ears pulled back ever so slightly when she lied. “What’s the real reason?”
”You’re much more beautiful in person.” Her eyes flicked up, and locked on my own rose-gold ones. After a moment, she blinked and the truth spilled out. “I’m nervous about tomorrow.”
“You’ll kill it, Sable.” The tail curled around her leg brushed up and down soothingly. “I can’t wait to watch my favorite wolf debut.”
”Favorite?” The smile that sprang to her lips was so pure that it made my glass slip out of my hand slightly. My tail brushed forward to hold it stable as my heart sped up.
”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took the chance to put my empty glass on the ground, avoiding her eyes. My cheeks had been feeling flushed for a while now, but it hit a fever point as I settled back down beside her.
“My turn, then.” Her darkened eyes stayed locked on my own, though her smile never faded. “Did you get wet from me rubbing your tails in the bathroom, or was it just me?”
Heat bloomed across me once more. I grabbed her class, and down the rest of its contents in one swallow. The whiskey scorched at my throat as she took the glass from me and set it to the side. “Knew it.”
“That’s not fair.” My thighs pressed against each other. One of her hands dropped onto my hip, and slid up my side over my shirt.
”You’re the one that drank instead of answering an innocent question.” Her thumb traced a lazy circle over my shirt.
“You asked a stupid question.” I glared at her, but it was probably ruined by the burning face. Her stupid smirk widened as her hand drifted down to the bare skin of my thigh. Her touch left a flushed trail down my thigh.
It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one this flustered… so I leaned to the side and pressed a kiss to her neck. Her chin lifted, giving me better access. I sucked on her skin hard enough to leave a red mark. She let out a rough moan as her hips bucked ever so slightly against me.
My tongue darted out, flicking over the red mark. Her entire body shivered as I left a trail of saliva on her. “You like being marked, wolf?”
”Depends.” She rolled me over until she was straddling me, pinning me down below her. She was close enough that our noses were almost touching. “You going to leave any more of them?”
I pressed a kiss to her jaw. My lips pulled back ever so slightly, brushing one of my fangs across her skin. ”If you even think you’re going to be able to walk out of my apartment tomorrow without having to cover your neck and arms, you’ve got another thing coming to you.”
“Fuck.” Her hands moved up to the back of my head, tangling in the pink strands. She dropped into a soft kiss, and pulled away before it could deepen. “Why does that thought turn me on so much?”
I smirked triumphantly, and tipped my chin upward. “Because your actually a submissive little—“
Sable cut me off by sealing my mouth with her own. It was a hungry and messy move that left me more flushed than the alcohol ever could. Her tongue invaded my mouth, bringing with it the taste of whiskey. Her tongue darted out, brushing against my fangs before slipping against my own.
My tails went wild as the kiss deepened. Several wrapped around her arms, waist, and thighs. My hands slipped under the hem of her tank top and explored her toned body. Her skin was feverish under my palms, feeling simultaneously soft and firm.
Sable broke off the kiss with a sharp hiss, and her forehead pressed against mine. “Someone’s eager.”
”Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” I leaned up, and pressed a kiss to her lower lip.
”You won’t regret this?” She pulled back slightly. Her hands slipped down to my shoulders to toy with the exposed skin peeking through my oversized t-shirt. “We’be been drinking.”
“I wouldn’t have let you in my apartment if I thought I’d regret it,” I promised as my tails explored her body. I hadn’t gotten a chance the last time we were together like this, and I wouldn’t miss it this time. “You’ve already seen everything back then anyway.”
“Not everything.” Her voice dropped into a low rumble as her hand slid down to my breasts. My nipples were already hard and poking through the fabric. “These perky puppies were covered up last time.”
“No way you just called my tits puppies.” I let out a laugh as my hands settled on her hips. Her thumb brushed over one of the pink buds, drawing the rough fabric over it and sending a wave of heat through me.
“Why?” She leaned forward, and brushed her lips down my neck. “You going to do something about it?”
The first scrape of her teeth against the soft flesh made my whole body shudder. It seemed she didn’t like that submissive comment, and she planned on making sure I never made it again.