A Night He'll Never Forget (Unfinished)

[TheRedFox8]

Contains a few curse words and one nude image.

•     The rain thudded lightly against  Rikimaru’s bedroom window while he was happily asleep curled up under his  covers.
  The time was  Tuesday morning, 6:29 to exact. His high-tech slow-waker alarm clock was  nearing its final stages. It had started to play soft nature sounds, activated  a soft but slowly growing light, and started to release a pleasant vanilla  aroma in the air. The only light in the room was from the red digits from his  clock and its lights on the side.
                  One  minute later, the clock transformed from an easy gentle machine to a harsh  buzzer as the alarm activated.
                  Immediately  it was silenced by a black clawed hand of a startled sleeper.
                  Rikimaru  sat up in his king-sized bed and pulled a switch on his ceiling fan, turning  the light on.
                  He  waited as the harsh light adjusted the slit-like pupils of his amber eyes.
                  “Morning  already…” he said to himself with a small grin. It disappeared when one of his  ears flicked and he turned toward the window. He got out of bed and approached  his window, opening the curtain. “Just as I thought,” he said with a frown.  “It’s raining. This is going to be fun…”
                  He  did a couple of stretches to pop a few bones and went to the bathroom. He  relieved himself in the toilet and set to work on his morning routine. He  brushed his teeth, which was difficult because of the toothbrush made for  humans. After that he took out an aerosol can of deodorant and applied a  three-second spray onto his white chest.
  When that was  done, he took out a hairbrush, grabbed his large fluffy tail and smoothed it  out. When one hears of bedhead, he imagines spiky, messy hair. Rikimaru has a  case of “bedtail.” The thing messes up every night, and it gets quite annoying.
                  Being  a Vexan, it can be challenging to groom one’s self, but it has to be done, especially  to look nice to a particular girl.
                  River  was her name, and she was stunning. They have been friends for four years,  since seventh grade.
                  They  were seniors in high school now but their relationship hasn’t escalated much.  Wanting to court her and possibly become her mate one day, Rikimaru knew that  he would have to do something before it was too late.
                  Blinking  at his image in the mirror, he checked his teeth. Good. He checked his eyes.  Good. Nose. Good. Ears. Good.
                  When  he was done, he walked back to his room. He approached his closet and pondered  over what kind of shirt to wear today. All of them were dull-colored and  loose-fitting. Just the way he liked it.
                  He  decided on a dark green long-sleeved turtle-neck shirt, since it has been  getting colder recently. When he pulled the shirt over his head, he put his  arms through it and slid it down over the rest of this torso. He adjusted it to  his likeness and picked up his cargo pants from the red-carpeted floor.
                  Judging  by their smell, the pants were nearing their expiration date: tomorrow. Then he  would have to change them out so they could get washed. Pity, these were his  favorite pair.
  
                  Oh  well, at least he can put these on now, he’d worry about it later. He slipped  them on, carefully threading his tail through the hole in his pants. He didn’t  bother with socks of shoes since they weren’t built to accommodate his feet.
                  When  he was finally done dressing he left his room and entered his kitchen.
                  The  kitchen was stocked with mostly the basic but critical devices such as a  stove/oven, microwave, refrigerator, and counters. Off to the side was a small  round dining table with two chairs pushed into it for himself and possible  company.
                  Yawning,  Rikimaru opened up his pantry, which was mostly completely empty save for a few  odd cans here and there and a box of shredded wheat, his personal favorite. He  tried the frosted kind, but he didn’t care too much for it.
                  Lifting  the box from its shelf, his heart sank when if felt incredibly light to him. He  popped it open, and his fears were confirmed: it was empty.
                  “Fuck!”  Rikimaru shouted as he threw the box across the floor. It slammed into the side  of the counter and rested on the floor where it struck.
                  At  the same time his stomach growled impatiently, demanding its breakfast.  Rikimaru crossed his arms and looked around his kitchen. “Guess I’m starving  today,” he said with a slight smirk, knowing that his payday doesn’t come until  Friday. He would have to stretch his one dollar he currently had all week. He knew  he was poor, and it was slightly foolish to buy that alarm clock, but it had  worked wonders. He didn’t buy his bed, it was his when he was living at his  parents’ house and they let him take it with him when he moved out.
                  At  least he has a job, mostly thanks to the “equal opportunity employer” law that  allows all sexes, races, and ages into employment. His job was at a local  restaurant, a four-star one at that, to use his excellent nose in the kitchen  for determining what kinds of spices a dish needed. The job reminded him of  that movie called “Ratatouille,” which he loathed. He didn’t know why, but he  hated to compare himself to that damn rat. Such lowly creatures they are.
                  Looking  at the clock on his microwave, he decided he might as well head to school  early. No sense staying here and bitching about the lack of breakfast.
                  He  walked to his front door, grabbed the backpack he usually kept there, and  exited the house.
                  Thankfully,  the rain let up slightly since he had first seen it this morning. Rikimaru walked  to school mostly because he doesn’t have a car, but it is only three-fourths of  a mile away anyway. He enjoyed the walking.
                  As  he walked down a couple of streets he came across that same gas station he  passed every morning. He rarely went in there, but he did not know that it  housed day-old sausage biscuits: for only one dollar.
                  It  was at that particular time his stomach decided to growl. Realizing this,  Rikimaru whimpered. He really didn’t want to use his last dollar so soon.
                  Without  thinking about it, he dashed inside. Once in, there was no going back. All of  the hot food items’ scents hit him at once. It was incredible. The wrapped  biscuit sandwiches under heat lamps, sizzling hot dogs on heat rollers,  taquitoes, all of it. He walked over to the dollar sandwich shelf and his heart  fluttered: only one left! He snatched it up, paid for it, and left.
                  He  was on the dirt path that led to his school as he unwrapped his prize. The  smell was wonderful in itself. The warm buttery biscuit mixed in with that  moist sausage made his mouth drool and his stomach flop over. He was bringing  it up to his mouth to take a bite when it was abruptly snatched from his paws.
                  He  looked up and saw two boys with a blond mop for hair and short-cut brown hair  with a braced smile.
                  “Thanks  for the biscuit, bro!” the blond said and took a rather large bite out of it.
                  He  chewed, gave a disgusted face, and then spat it out. “Ugh! This shit’s nasty!”
                  “Let  me try it,” the other boy said. He took a bit of it and spat it out as well. He  threw it on the ground and stamped it in with his foot.
                  Rikimaru  watched in silence as the cheap biscuit crumbled easily on the ground. Soon it  was no more. He was now pissed. That was his last dollar.
                  “You…  owe me a dollar,” he muttered.
                  “Fuck  you!” the blond shouted as he punched him hard in the stomach, effectively  bringing him down rather quickly.
                  “Let’s  see if he has anything good on him,” he heard the blond say.
                  “Good  idea.” On the ground, Rikimaru felt his backpack relinquished from him. He  heard them open the zippers and rummage around inside.
                  “Papers,  shit. Several pens, shit. Cheap calculator, shit. Some-“
                  “Just  empty it upside down, dumbass.”
                  “Good  point.” Rikimaru cringed when he heard the noise of his backpack being emptied.
                  “Dude,  it’s all shit!”
                  “Let’s  just go, then.”
                  “Fine.”
                  A  few minutes after they left, Rikimaru set to gather up his stuff. He saved his  textbook first, because it was so expensive, and gathered up the rest of his  wet dirt-encrusted papers.
                  Standing  up, slinging his bag on his shoulder, he looked mournfully at his biscuit and  continued down the path.
                  Finally,  the building of his school emerged from the slight fog that the rain provided.  He entered the building and made his way to the cafeteria.
                  It  was still early in the morning, so hardly any people were there. He settled  with sitting at a vacant table and watched the students scurry across campus  like mice to get out of the rain.
                  Suddenly  he heard a slapping noise on the table he was on and a rather large aluminum  foil-wrapped object slid into view.
                  He  didn’t touch it, because he knew it was someone’s bad aim that brought it  before him. He looked around for its owner and was amazed to see River walking  to his table with a grin on her face, holding a similar object.
                  “You  look unhappy,” the Vexan said with a laugh. “I thought I’d try to cheer you  up.”
                  “You  mean this is for me?”
                  She  looked around the empty cafeteria. “Uh… yeah. It’s yours.”
                  “But  why?”
                  She  sat down next to him, picked up the object on the table and held it in front of  his face. “I’ve told you, my foxy friend. It’s to cheer you up.”
                  In  Rikimaru’s opinion, River was foxy as well, even more so than he was. She likes  to call him that since they both share the same race. It was a joke in-between  them.
                  “No,  don’t waste your money on me. I already ate.” His stomach must have heard that  because it made a rather angry screeching noise.
                  River  raised an eyebrow. “Sure you did.”
                  Rikimaru  looked down and cursed at his stomach for making such a loud racket.
                  In  one quick motion, River shot out a paw and turned Rikimaru’s head toward her.
                  “Listen.  Either you eat that, or I will hold you down and shove it down your throat. Got  it?” She let go, placed the object on the table, leaned back, and crossed her  arms. Her tail was moving up and down impatiently.
                  Rikimaru  swallowed nervously and took ahold of the object. It was warm and squishy.  Carefully he unwrapped it.
                  It  appeared to be a croissant sandwich. Warm ham and gooey melted cheddar cheese  were in between the two halves of the croissant. It smelled heavenly.
                  “Well?  Are you going to eat, or are you going to stare at it?” River said.
                  Rikimaru  hesitated for a minute, then took a bite. It was unlike anything he ever tasted  before. The ham, cheese, and croissant joined together to make the perfect  blend of flavor. As he was chewing, his face nearly melted. River giggled at  his facial expressions.
                  “How  was it?” she asked as Rikimaru swallowed the last bite.
                  “River,  I can’t thank you enough. I—“
                  She  suddenly smiled. “Good. Now let’s discuss payment.”
                  “WHAT!?”
                  “Shhhhhh…  It’s simple. We go out for dinner tonight.”
                  “But  I haven’t the—“
                  “I’m  buying. I won’t ever buy you a sandwich and expect you to buy me dinner. That’s  just stupid. Also I’m driving. I’ll pick you up.”
                  Rikimaru  let out a sigh of relief. “What time then?”
                  “How  about seven O’ clock?”
                  “Sounds  good.”
                  “Good.  I’ll see you tonight.” Then to his amazement, she actually walked over to him,  bent down, and gave him a hug. The feeling sent electrical sparks shivering  down his spine. With that, she left the cafeteria.
                  Rikimaru  waited until the last few white hairs of her tail were gone before he slammed  his head on the table. He couldn’t believe it. He had actually gotten a date  with the girl he loved.
                  He  continued to sit there for a little while as the sun continued to rise. Soon  the bell rang. School was starting at last.
                  Morosely,  he rose from his seat and headed to his first class: English. It wasn’t a  difficult class, they were studying poetry. It was a boring subject in  Rikimaru’s opinion, but it will be over soon.
                  And  he was right. Before Rikimaru fell asleep, the class was over. History,  Algebra, Biology, a lunch time when Rikimaru, of course, didn’t eat anything,  Historic Literature, and finally Consumer Sciences followed suit. At 2:35, at  last, school was over for the day.
                 
  
  
  

[TheRedFox8]

Sighing  with relief, he began the nearly one-mile walk back home. It  was still  raining, but not as badly as it was this morning. He enjoyed  seeing his own  breath in the form of steam in the chilled air.

                  When  he got home, he shut the door and dropped his backpack  off to the side of the  door. He went to his room and looked at his  clock: 3:06. He had about four  hours to get ready for tonight. Plenty  of time.

                He  looked around his room and frowned. He  had no homework; he did not want to get  ready too early, so there was  nothing to do. Sure he owned a Sega Genesis and a  TV, but he has only  one game he has beaten hundreds of times, and he gets no TV  service or  even uses a “bunny ear” antenna.

                He  wandered through  his house with his arms crossed. After the fifth time he  looked back  to his room. Sonic the Hedgehog 2 it is.

                He  turned  the TV and Sega on, went to the ingame options screen and changed the    player to Tails. He liked playing as Tails not because they were both    essentially foxes, but he personally finds him cool. He can freaking  fly. He  hasn’t found out how to do it in the game but he vowed he will  figure it out  someday.

                All  the while he was  playing, he kept thinking about tonight. Tonight would be the  first  date, and he didn’t lift a finger about it. To him, he found it slightly    suspicious, but he passed it over.

                After  he  destroyed the final boss, again, and watched the ending, again, he  checked  the time: 6:17.

                He  decided not to watch the  credits and switched the game off. First thing to get  ready was to  bathe.

                He  stripped down to his boxer shorts, grabbed  a clean pair from a drawer, and  entered the bathroom. Once inside, he  shut the door and let his boxers fall to the  floor. He stepped out of  them and placed his clean ones on top of the toilet.  He ran his shower  water and waited for it to warm up. Once it was of reasonable    temperature he stepped in, closed the shower curtain, and pulled the  knob over  the faucet.

                Though  he had taken the  precautions to warm up the water, the initial blast still hit  him with  icy-cold water. Yelping a little in shock, he reminded himself to turn    the shower faucet facing down to let the cold water out before turning  it back  up.

                Since  it was too late to do that now,  he went ahead and wet his entire body. He  applied shampoo to his paws  and worked it over, being careful to cover every  inch. When that was  down, he rinsed and picked up his special bottle of  conditioner.

                  This  bottle held a conditioner that works wonders for his  external appearance. When  applied, it brings out his fur color. It  makes it look brighter and more  vibrant. However, he doesn’t use this  every day. The conditioner was  ludicrously expensive and he only uses  it for special occasions, such as  tonight.

                After  he  finished bathing, he turned off the faucet and stood there, letting the    water drip off this wet body and into the tub. He stood there for a  minute and  then opened the curtain. He reached over to the towel rack  and found that it  was bare.

                “Goddammit,”  he hissed  under his breath. He remembered that yesterday was when he washed the    towels and left them in the laundry room to do later. He had forgotten  to  restock the towels in the bathroom.

                He  shook  himself off the best he could and left the bath tub. He left the    bathroom, crossed the entire house to the laundry room, scooped up a  towel from  the dryer, slung it over his shoulder and made his way back  to the bathroom.  Even when completely stark naked, Rikimaru did not  mind or really care to be  like that for a short while. Sure he was  civilized like that for a short while.  Sure he was civilized and  normally wore clothes, but he was part animal, and he enjoyed  the freedom every now and then…

                Unless  your  girlfriend is standing in front of the front door.

                To    his complete and utter embarrassment, she managed to get a good look  at his  exposed penis before his reflexes kicked in and he covered  himself with his  towel in due haste. She blushed and turned away,  giggling.

                “River!”  he cried. “What are you doing  here so early?”

                “I  couldn’t wait to see you,” she  replied with a grin that Rikimaru did not like  at all. Her eyes burned  with a mischievousness that unnerved him slightly.

                  “Why  didn’t you knock first?”

                “I  did. Ten times.  You didn’t answer , so I let myself in to see if anything was  wrong.  You should see the look on your face. I was standing right here when you    walked right past me to your laundry room, completely oblivious of me!  Believe  me, I saw everything!” her smile widened.

                  Rikimaru  flattened his ears and felt himself go red. He took a step  back and said, “You  should have honked the horn or something.”

                  “And  piss off the neighbors? No thanks. Besides, I got to  see a good show up close!”

                Rikimaru  arched an  eyebrow.

                “Don’t  worry about it. Go dry off and get  dressed and get ready to go. Though you may  like being naked here, it  is unacceptable in public.”

                Rikimaru  narrowed his  eyes in anger. Her teasing was getting a little under his skin.

                  “I’ll  be waiting in here for you in the meantime, okay?”

                  “Fine…  be right out,” he muttered.

                  When  he entered his room and shut the door, he let his towel drop off  of him and he  slumped on the bed, feeling incredibly stupid about what  just happened. So much  for making a good first impression on her on  their first date night.

                He  sighed and stood back up.  Any longer and he won’t make an impression at all. He  gathered a clean  pair of boxer shorts from a drawer, slipped on a clean pair of  light  brown-colored cargo pants, and donned a thick red turtle-neck sweater.  It  gets quite cold outside at night time, even to him with his coat of  fur.

                Without  worrying about shoes or socks (he did  not own a pair), Rikimaru left the  bedroom and found River in the  kitchen holding the empty box of shredded wheat.

                “Why    is there a random box of shredded wheat on the floor?” she asked in  confusion.

                “Oh,  I was trying to get some this  morning, but I was out. I threw away the box in  frustration. Sorry.  Guess I forgot to throw it in the trash.” He scratched the back  of his  head nervously, trying not to give the impression that he was poor. Last    thing he needed was sympathy from his girlfriend about that. If she  sacrificed  some of her funds to him out of pity, then he would never  forgive himself.

                The  empty box was laid to rest in  the trash can and the two exited the house,  Rikimaru remembering to  lock the door behind them. River unlocked the car, a  green Chevrolet  Malibu, and slid into the driver seat. Rikimaru climbed into  the  passenger side and buckled his seatbelt.

                After    pulling out of the driveway and driving off, Rikimaru’s insides did a  little  twist. He could not believe what was happening. It appeared that  he was nearing  his goal of making her his mate. He just needed to play  it safe and not to do  anything stupid.

                Without    warning, River took one of her hands, reached over, and placed it  directly on  his crotch. And Rikimaru was here thinking he    should not do anything stupid.

                Realizing  what she  had done, she snapped her head in the direction of her hand and jerked    it away, turning bright red.

                Rikimaru  gave a grin  to himself that she could not see because her eyes were on the  road.  They were now even on the terms of embarrassment.

                  “C-could  you get the box of tissues in the car door pocket, please?”  she asked, voice  quavering.

                Without  a word,  Rikimaru handed over the box and set it in the console in between the    seats.

                All  he received was a “thank you” and the  tissues were not used for the rest of the  car trip. This made him  slightly suspicious but it was dismissed quickly. She  was probably too  embarrassed to use them anyway.

                When  he realized  where they were going, Rikimaru’s stomach plummeted. They were  pulling  into the parking lot of Mustavo’s: where  he works.

                  “This  is where we’re going?” he asked meekly.

                  “Oh,  yes! I’ve heard so much about this place! Why do you ask? Is  there something  wrong with it?”

To be continued