Dancing In the Moonlight (Might Be Offensive...)

[dj_gir]

The following a little piece I wrote up a few months ago for "Kindred Melange", my furry soap opera. I tried my best to remove any and all references to previous stories, and I think that I did that pretty well. The only two things that you need to know is that Allen is a human and that I call furries "morphs" (it's short for "anthropomorhpic"). The reason why I said that this tale might be offensive is because the two lovers are women, and I have no idea how you guys react to a lesbian relationship. This is the only reason why this story got a "warning label". There is and will not be any gratuitious anything (sex, violence, drug use, fanservice, etc.) in any of my stories, since I abhor the practice of using a cheap ____ scene to "fill up space" or excite my fanbase. That being said, enjoy my story.


"I don’t believe it,” Sue said, slowly awaking from deep, restful sleep to find that her other was missing in action. For a moment, she decided to ignore it, to let it pass by her like so many other things in her life, but she ultimately decided against it. There was just something about that moment that told the rabbit morph she had to talk to her other, and fast. “Out of all of morphs that I could have fallen for, I had to have picked a nocturnal one,” the rabbit morph mumbled as she pulled her limp, napping body out of the protective cocoon that was made from her mother’s favorite quilt and into her old purple robe. “I swear. At least the other guy could actually sleep during the night.”

It had been two months since Sue’s former fiancée, the deer morph known as Ariata, had moved out and her new flame, Ally, moved in. Although both Sue and Ally felt at the time that Allen’s idea of her moving in was rushing things a bit, in hindsight, it was the best thing for the new couple. Ally’s laid back demeanor and carefree attitude was just the kind thing that Sue needed to help keep her mind focused, and Sue’s passion over thinking things kept Ally on her toes. In all, they were the perfect pair – except when it came to sleeping. Sue liked to go to bed at Allen’s recommended bedtime of eleven o’clock and sleep the whole night while Ally, on the other hand, was against the whole “sleeping thing” entirely. She would often keep herself awake until four on five in the morning, doing nothing more than lightly sketching in a notebook. “Why must she do this?” Sue thought as she quietly made her way from their room to Ally’s studio, a personal refuge that Sue herself had once called home. As Sue opened the door, she saw her sitting in front of the giant wall of glass that once had held so much appeal, a pencil in one hand and a sketch pad in the other. “Hey Ally, why don’t you sketch the bed? It’s three in the morning, and it’s getting lonely.”

“I think I’d rather not,” smiled the artistic rabbit morph as she continued working on her picture. “The moon is providing all of the light that I need and on top of that, I can’t pass this scene up,” she whispered, pointing to the sight of a doe and her fawn quietly grazing in the field in front of them. “I’m sorry, but I need to get this.”

“No, you need to go to bed,” replied Sue, who by this point was not only standing right behind her girlfriend, was putting her hands on her shoulders. “You always do this. You go to bed at four in the morning, and don’t wake up until one in the afternoon. Does every artist do this?”

“Yes, except for the ones that do heroin. Well, at least you know that I don’t do heroin, right?” She chuckled, making Sue laugh quietly to herself. Try as she might, there was no possible way for her to stay mad at Ally, and she knew it. “Anything else on your mind?”

“Yeah… But I don’t know if you feel like talking about it,” she said tentatively, causing Ally to sigh loudly. “Yes, I mean ‘that’. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t. I don’t care. Really, I don’t.” Ally simply turned her head and smiled meekly, making Sue sit on the paint stained carpet beside her.

“That’s all right Sue. We need to talk about it some time, so why not now? I told my mother about us yesterday, how I left my loft apartment in the big city in order to live you and your family in the country. It… It…” Ally couldn’t say anymore. It was just too much for her to bear. She dropped her pad and started weeping against her lover’s head. “She called me a whore, Sue! She called me a whore! She said that only whores would degrade themselves by letting their lives get manipulated by a person of the same gender. She said that all that I was doing, being both a morph and a lesbian, was making God angry and her look bad. I… I… We’ve been together for two months, and we… I just…” Sue just smiled as she handed her other a tissue.

“Don’t worry about it Ally. This kind of this has been going since the beginning of time. ‘I won’t let you marry blank because he’s too poor.’ ‘I won’t let you marry blank because she’s too ugly.’ ‘I won’t let you marry blank because he’s a foreigner.’ There is really no difference between that old-timey stuff and now in the grand scheme of things,” she said calmly, making Ally stand. Sue, not one to take a person sitting down, followed suit, maintaining eye contact with her girlfriend at all times.

“I don’t know. I just have the feeling that some will think that we’re out to prove some point.”

“And when we did we start to care about what everyone else thinks? We met while you were locked away in a nuthouse, one of our best friends is a severely retarded mermaid, and we have our arguments at three in the morning. It should be pretty obvious that we really don’t care what everyone else thinks,” said Sue as she hugged her partner. At that moment, the world seemed to stop for the young couple. There was no crying, no laughing, no noise of any kind. There was only the couple, happy that they found each other so early in life and Allen, who was playing paparazzi in the doorway with his instant camera. They stayed this way for what seemed to be an eternity, until Sue noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Look.” Sue said, pointing at the window, “Your perfect scene is leaving.” Just then, Ally noticed something hanging on the door. It was a picture of the tender moment that the couple shared just a few seconds before, and this note:

To Ally:

Here is another one of those “perfect moments” you have been searching for. Please do it justice, as I won’t accept anything less.

To Sue:

It warms my heart to see you so happy. I overheard your little speech there, and you’re right. Just do what makes you happy and if starts to bug us, we’ll let you know.

To All:

GO TO BED.

Love,
Allen

“Well, it’s hard to ignore that kind of order,” Ally laughed. Sue just nodded her head in agreement.

“So brings the end of one day, and the beginning of another.” With that, the young couple left the room to rejoin the land of sleep and dreams, knowing deep down that there were many wonderful nights to follow.