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Dottie and Ray
A Thursday Prompt Story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: thoughtless snide (added condition: 365 word limit)
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“What the hell do you mean, 'Yes?'”
Dottie stood in the middle of her bedroom floor, the jeans she’d just tried on slipping down her legs to pile around her ankles as she gaped at her boyfriend. If the ewe’s looks could have killed, the ram would have had to be carried out in a shoebox.
Ray stood his ground, crossing his arms across his chest defensively. If her look had affected him, he didn’t show it. “You asked me for the truth, didn’t you?”
That caused her to blink. “Yeah, I did, but – “
“Did you want me to lie to you?”
“No! But – “
“Then make up your mind.” Ray took a step toward her, causing Dottie to backpedal. The pile of denim around her ankles tripped her up, and she staggered, teetered, and landed on her woolly rump. She sat up, flustered and rubbing her butt with both paws as he loomed over her. “Do you want the truth, or don’t you?”
She pouted up at him. “The truth.”
“Yes?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
He reached down as she reached out to him and he easily pulled her up into his arms, carefully navigating her backward to their bed and sitting her down. Dottie kicked off the offending jeans and puffed a breath through pursed lips as he sat down beside her.
After a moment he said, “I’m sorry.”
She blinked. “You’re sorry?”
“Well, yeah. Sometimes – well, sometimes a guy doesn’t know what to say to a girl, you know? You might take it the wrong way, or my tone of voice won’t match what I say, or something like that.” He slipped an arm around her shoulders.
“Well if it’s any consolation, it’s not an answer a girl expects, you know.”
“I know. Still, you asked for the truth.” He grinned. “Had a coworker get a new hairdo and fur dyeing, and she asked me how it looked.”
“Yeah?”
“I said that it looked like she’d been filtering industrial waste through her headfur.” Dottie snorted and he added, “She hit me. Don’t know why; she asked for the truth.”
“I love you.”
“But I will admit, your ass looks hot like that.”
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end.
A Thursday Prompt Story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: thoughtless snide (added condition: 365 word limit)
_________________________________________________________________________________
“What the hell do you mean, 'Yes?'”
Dottie stood in the middle of her bedroom floor, the jeans she’d just tried on slipping down her legs to pile around her ankles as she gaped at her boyfriend. If the ewe’s looks could have killed, the ram would have had to be carried out in a shoebox.
Ray stood his ground, crossing his arms across his chest defensively. If her look had affected him, he didn’t show it. “You asked me for the truth, didn’t you?”
That caused her to blink. “Yeah, I did, but – “
“Did you want me to lie to you?”
“No! But – “
“Then make up your mind.” Ray took a step toward her, causing Dottie to backpedal. The pile of denim around her ankles tripped her up, and she staggered, teetered, and landed on her woolly rump. She sat up, flustered and rubbing her butt with both paws as he loomed over her. “Do you want the truth, or don’t you?”
She pouted up at him. “The truth.”
“Yes?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
He reached down as she reached out to him and he easily pulled her up into his arms, carefully navigating her backward to their bed and sitting her down. Dottie kicked off the offending jeans and puffed a breath through pursed lips as he sat down beside her.
After a moment he said, “I’m sorry.”
She blinked. “You’re sorry?”
“Well, yeah. Sometimes – well, sometimes a guy doesn’t know what to say to a girl, you know? You might take it the wrong way, or my tone of voice won’t match what I say, or something like that.” He slipped an arm around her shoulders.
“Well if it’s any consolation, it’s not an answer a girl expects, you know.”
“I know. Still, you asked for the truth.” He grinned. “Had a coworker get a new hairdo and fur dyeing, and she asked me how it looked.”
“Yeah?”
“I said that it looked like she’d been filtering industrial waste through her headfur.” Dottie snorted and he added, “She hit me. Don’t know why; she asked for the truth.”
“I love you.”
“But I will admit, your ass looks hot like that.”
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end.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Bovine (Other)
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 35.1 kB
Listed in Folders
The Truth? You can't handle the Truth! (as I see it!)
And they really get upset when you just smile and shake your head. Got called into the office for 'insulting' a co-worker. I replied that I didn't say or do anything, so what was the perceived insult? They went and asked thew co-worker (funny they didn't already know when they hauled me in), seems they were upset that I refused to make a comment on something about their appearance. I asked HR (another of their mistakes was bring her in) what the company policy was on remarking on a co-worker's appearance. Then I smiled. There were rules in place about saying unkind things of your co-workers, but nothing saying I had to say anything if asked about non-work related things.
Another co-worker off-site asked me why I hadn't just said 'it's fine' like everyone else had. I replied that I hadn't been sure I could stop after 'fine'.
Yep, that there's a fine outfit - if you're getting ready to go slop the hogs!
And they really get upset when you just smile and shake your head. Got called into the office for 'insulting' a co-worker. I replied that I didn't say or do anything, so what was the perceived insult? They went and asked thew co-worker (funny they didn't already know when they hauled me in), seems they were upset that I refused to make a comment on something about their appearance. I asked HR (another of their mistakes was bring her in) what the company policy was on remarking on a co-worker's appearance. Then I smiled. There were rules in place about saying unkind things of your co-workers, but nothing saying I had to say anything if asked about non-work related things.
Another co-worker off-site asked me why I hadn't just said 'it's fine' like everyone else had. I replied that I hadn't been sure I could stop after 'fine'.
Yep, that there's a fine outfit - if you're getting ready to go slop the hogs!
The 'filtering industrial waste through her hair' anecdote actually happened, and our harassment policy doesn't cover saying truthful things. Her hair was indigo purple it the light caught it one way, and from another angle there was a rainbow sheen to it like a skim of gasoline on a rain puddle.
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