Fran Best friend
Leilani stretched her arms above her head with a satisfied groan, crackling the knots in her back from leaning over her desk for the last few hours. The lamp that she had been decorating with intricately placed, tiny shells was nearly finished, and she smiled, admiring her handiwork.
The shells were of different colors and shapes, all of them found on the very beach her store was set up across. Her business wasn’t the most popular, but she got by easily enough with the tourists that would come in, looking for “wholesome” and “home-made” items. While it was true most of the world had moved on to more technical marvels, Leilani was perfectly content with creating her little pieces, living tucked away on the sandy bank with the sun beaming down to warm her fur. It was a simple life, one that she would not trade anything for.
The tall bar stool she sat upon screeched beneath her when she pushed back from the table, using it to hold herself up and carefully place her feet on the floor. She really should get a shorter desk and a proper chair one of these days. She made a mental note and left it in the back of her mind with the rest of the list of things she’d get around to doing.
Leilani slipped on a pair of sandals upon leaving her office. Which was really just the backroom of her shop. It also served as storage. It was cramped, but it worked for her when she was here. Many of her items, now set for sale, she had also made in the comfort of her home. That was typically when the store was closed or if the weather had her stuck at home.
The thought of bad weather had her pausing and ducking down by the front window, peering under frosted letters on the outside, painting the name of her shop on the glass, and frowning when she saw dark clouds rolling in.
With a sigh, she pressed a button, sending down the blinds, and pressed the button beside this to turn the flashing ‘Open’ sign off. No one would be coming in with a storm moving in. Leilani pouted and grumbled to herself while she closed up, having her heart set on a swim before returning home. There is no way she would stick around to get caught in the rain, though.
A crash of thunder—distant but too close for comfort—had Leilani’s shoulders up to her ears, nearly dropping her keys in the process. A flash of lightning struck the sky beyond her closed blinds, a blue, eerie flash brightening the edges.
“Heck.” She murmured under her breath once her heart had left her throat. A groan followed when she heard the smack of a sheet of rain slamming against her windows.
She stared at the door, the glass muddled from the onslaught of pounding water, feeling herself shrink backward. “Just a bit of water.” She whispered the words Nerida had told her during the last storm they had.
Picking up her umbrella, she held her breath and swung open the door. “Heck. Heck. Heck.” Repeated mumbling squeaked from the small Ferret woman, whose fur was already getting whipped with pinprick rain drops sent under her umbrella from the wind.
Her home was a short sprint; her sandles smacking on concrete turned dark and soggy, sending flicks of water up behind her. She struggled to see through the rain, her eyes squinting, sniffling, and earning a burning nose from sucking up some of the rainwater. Leilani groaned, blaming the local weatherman for her sour luck.
Not fifteen minutes ago, the sky was big and blue with those fluffy clouds that Leilani was always impressed with, when people were able to paint them or recreate them in certain virtual spaces. It was a nice day before. Now, the blue had been replaced with angry, gray rolling clouds, fitting the woman’s mood growing darker.
Twenty paces from her home, a lightning bolt struck through the sky, barely breaking through from behind those near-black clouds. Leilani flinched and flew the rest of the way into her home, slamming the door behind her, dropping the umbrella unceremoniously, and falling backwards against it, arms stretched as if barricading the door from unknown intruders.
Her chest rose and lowered fast, panicking, and her eyes stretched wide. A beat of silence followed, and her eyes adjusted to the glowering orange light hanging above the living room. They then landed on Fran, who sat upon their couch, holding in her hands a pair of knitting needles and a half-finished project.
“Hi Flower.” Fran smiled, setting down her things on the arm of the couch. The hybrid woman (part fennec fox had her with big, long ears and the other a whale, which added to her already large size) lifted her round arms, and Leilani wasted no time to scamper into them, flattening herself into the warm and welcoming squish of her lover’s huge stomach.
Her face nuzzled into the hybrid’s chest, her soft, pillowy breasts a beacon and a blessing. Leilani mumbled into that comfort, and Fran giggled while petting chunky fingers down the ferrets’ head, pulling out the pigtails that held up the slightly damp curls. She paid no mind to the chill the smaller woman had clinging to her fur and the dampness of her clothing. “Are you alright, Lani?”
Another mumble into her breasts.
Fran couldn’t help the affectionate smile that perked her lips upward. She brought the softness of her hand to Leilani's chin and brought her out from the depths of her supple breasts. The weather had taken a turn, and things had grown chilly. Fran, though, was soft, warm, and ready to share this with the little ferret clinging to her tightly.
Leilani’s eyes were swimming with her fright. Wet and on the verge of falling, her bottom lip trembled. “I hate the storms.”
Fran pouted, feeling sympathy. She brought her chubby fingers up to her cheeks, cupping them gently, and brought a gentle kiss to Leilani’s forehead. “No rain in here, Flower.”
Leilani smiled, shaky but true, and sighed, relaxing into the woman’s plush arms and stomach. Fran would laugh softly, bringing her arms around her and resting her chin upon the crown of her lover’s skull. Besides an odd twitch of her ears, she made no movement.
Fran hummed sweetly, and a few moments passed before the quiet rumbles of snores could be felt against her chest. A fresh smile pulled at her lips, and she relaxed back into the soft cushions of their couch, bringing the sleeping form with her.


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