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This is a personal story revolving around my character Spyke more for her found here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....er/67586/Spyke
and Topher an Ænelathype (who belongs to
LongshotRaven more about his species here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/18499981/
Trials of friendship, love, discovering emotions and other tribulations expected.
Both Longshot and I have rights to our individual OC's and I was given permission to use his character while writing. But all rights to Topher belong to Longshot.
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MetalManda
Peculiar Saber
By: Tabitha Thomas
9-26-2020
The following morning Spyke sent out a text asking if he had decided to go to work today; sure, it wasn’t her business but she was still concerned over his well-being despite the fact he may not be. She also made a note to him to pack those lunches that she made for him and take pain meds. Realizing she was likely baby-ing him she stopped texting him and got ready for her day at practice. Grabbing her small duffel, she stuffed spare clothes and large bottled water then stuffed her rugby gear in on one side then her soccer ball in the opposite. She honestly hadn’t expected him to answer in a timely matter but he had; smiling she was relieved he was staying home another day to rest up. Being asked what her plans for the day and evening were, she replied: Soccer practice from 8-2, rugby 2-6, and a cooking class 630-8. Even she had to wonder how she fit so much in a day. She quickly added that the class was allowed to bring a +1 and if he wanted to join for a free meal. Seeing his reply, she growled giving a pouty face, and dialed his number.
“Yes, Miss Winters?”
“Why won’t you come?”
“Cooking isn’t really my thing. Besides per your orders, I should stay home and rest; am I wrong?”
“Ohh, you think you’re so smart! Using my own words against me; that’s pretty cold even for you. Fine, stay home and rest; you sure you don’t want me to bring you anything?”
“I believe you have done enough. When is your next not-so-busy day?”
“Hmm, want to shoot for Thursday night? I only have practice till 4 pm then I can get home and shower then head over to your place.”
“No, I can come to you. Would 5 pm be alright?”
“Sounds good to me. And if you go to work don’t take that same route alright?” She warned and heard a pause, “I mean it otherwise I might make sure you don’t take it by finding your work.” She smirked hearing an even longer pause, “See you Thursday then 5 pm.” Hanging up she hurried ahead and smiled warmly, “Heh, It’s a date.”
From the start of the week, she checked in on him making sure he packed his lunches on his way to work. She was certain he would forget since he likely wasn’t used to packing them. In the evenings she had also made a point to text him asking if he made it home safe. Wednesday morning, she was a little shocked that instead of her texting first, it was him. “Ha, he does care.” Going about her day she thought she needed to make time to clean before he visited; not having much time to clean during the days due to her long schedule, she made a note tonight to at least start. After a long day she was exhausted and hadn’t had time to message Topher; seemed he messaged to make sure she was alright. He asked if rescheduling would be easier on her; she stated if they could meet closer to 7 pm they could keep the day. She was glad he agreed because she really needed a small nap at least and perhaps more time to pick up.
Finally, Thursday had come; she was able to clean as soon as home, then shower and laid out on the futon to rest her eyes. An alarm was set to wake her before he would show up and also texted him her address before laying down. There was a soft knock which brought her eyes slowly open and she sat up rubbing her head then took her phone seeing missed alarm as well as the time. He was prompt. Dragging herself up she opened the door rubbing her eyes and saw him swiftly looking away from her state of undress, “Really? I can’t even be comfortable in my own home? Fine, lemme go put some shorts on. Make yourself at home.” She made her way down a small hallway and turned right into a bedroom.
Topher stepped in and peered right at the futon and coffee table then a small TV on a bookshelf with a record player and a stack of albums in a milk crate. Gazing left he saw the living room had been lined with all her sports items and then a small kitchen past it. Moving to the futon he sat back and winced lightly at a small amount of pain from his ribs but set his briefcase to the side and removed his jacket and seeing a hand he looked up to Spyke and felt his cheeks turn red as he saw down her black tank-top to the blue top of her breasts. He averted his eyes handing it to her, “You will have to let me know your schedule so we can plan better for meetings so it doesn’t go too late into the night.”
Taking his jacket, she hung it on the back of the door then went to the kitchen getting two glasses of water, “Well that’s kinda hard in itself, to be honest. I’m busy the entire week. I can show you my schedule though.” Bringing the waters over she set his down and then sat down drinking her own, “Sorry if I’m out of it, I’m still tired.”
“You sure you don’t want to reschedule?” He watched her carefully, he could tell she was exhausted, and clearly, from her wall of sports gear there seemed to participate in every activity, “Why do you overload yourself with so much?”
“Sometimes I ask myself the same thing but it’s so much fun. I get to be with friends and play against other teams to not only better myself but others. I know I have a lot going on but I really do enjoy it. It’s overwhelming but I like it; busy body, quiet mind.” Giving a sheepish smile she handed him her phone and it was a calendar of her week.
Sunday
9-11 Track
11-1 Soccer
1-3 Rugby
4-6 Softball
Monday
7-12 Volleyball
1-4 Softball
4-7 Track
Tuesday
8-10 Track
11-5 Rugby
Wednesday
8-2 Soccer
2-6 Rugby
630-8 Cooking
Thursday
8-10 Track
11-5 Rugby
Friday
7-12 Volleyball
1-4 Softball
4-7 Track
Saturday
7-9 Track
9-3 Soccer
4-6 Rugby
6-8 Softball
He looked over the schedule and rubbed his head, “You hardly have any free time and not one day of rest. So- wait, when you helped me you took a day off? No, you left early enough to still make it back to practice.”
“Yeah, I could take Saturday and Sunday off but those are my days to practice so the schedule alternates a bit sometimes but I try to keep it the same.” She sipped her water then yawned.
He stared at her raising a brow, “Why would you do that? You need at least one good day of rest. That’s what all the sports teachers say right? You give me such a strict regime and yet you don’t even rest yourself. Double standards much?” He saw her sit back and her heavy eyes; had he upset her? Clearing his throat, he took a drink from the water she left for him, “Look, I know It's not my place to tell you what to do but you should at least slim those days down to half and split them up.”
Her tone grew rather sharp, “What are you going to do? Tell my coach? Threaten my scholarship?”
Her remark had hurt more than he expected as he recalled the time, he had indeed threatened both; this time he would be better with his words especially with how much she had been helping him, “No, I won’t be telling them. I am addressing you because your health concerns me.”
“Because you suddenly give a damn?” She slowly crawled up into his lap and pressed closer to him as her eyes looked into his, “Is that really how you feel, or is it because you want something else?”
His eyes went rather large as he felt her hips grind into his; the action he hadn’t quite expected had thrown him off but then again there was that text from the ’scumbag’. He felt her face draw closer and he felt his heart rate increase as the saliva had vanished from his mouth and he nearly didn’t speak but he quickly blurted out, “Are you a harlot?!”
Spyke paused looking at his face seeing his shock as well as what looked to be a hint of fear. Seeming to take a moment she tilted her head, “You didn’t come here for that did you?” Her tired face slowly turned to a smile, “I can be if you want me to.” She teased and pressed closer and hugged around his neck as she scraped her fangs across his neck and collar feeling his body grow tense. “Are you one of those men that like to be called daddy?”
At that remark he carefully but firmly pushed her onto the seat beside him, “I came here to help you with scholarship and resumes as well as grants; if you insist on trying to tempt me, I will be leaving.”
Spyke narrowed her eyes and tackled him down onto her futon before holding him down, “Why are you helping me? I didn’t do that much to deserve your help so clearly; I’ve just been a nascence and you want something of me. I can’t pay you in money so is this going to be good enough?”
Topher stared up at her a bit shocked that she had pinned him so easily but then again, the girl had muscles, likely from all her activities. Slowly his eyes met hers and he let out a soft breath before speaking, “I have no intention of taking advantage of you. I was honestly going to offer help and in return, if you wouldn’t mind cooking for me and doing meal prep again; It would be payment enough. And of course, if you needed any help besides the school stuff, say saving for a car or an apartment bigger or closer to your next campus I would be willing to set money aside for you since you would be shopping and cooking for me. $30/hr to cook, I cover the shopping but tack on the extra $10/hr for your time. Not to mention but you may have to double that as several of my co-workers seem to think I have a wife that can cook and are insisting to pay for lunches.”
Staring at him she looked a little confused, he really hadn’t come here to have sex with her; now she felt a bit guilty. He hadn’t been interested in her at all and was urging for this partnership and here she was damn near taking advantage of him. “$40/hr? You sure you don’t want to just fuck me... you know for $100/hr I will gladly be your wifey.” She smirked then slowly pulled back and adjusted her short shorts and looked down at her water, “No one has ever denied my advances. I’m sorry if I pushed so strongly; I honestly didn’t know.” She smiled and laughed, “I must seem so sleazy to you.”
Adjusting his shirt and pants he looked overseeing her sullen face and looked down and away, “Not sleazy; just promiscuous. It’s fine. And don’t think for one moment that it’s because you’re not pretty; on the contrary, you are quite radiant and beautiful. I myself am just not interested in... that.” He cleared his throat taking a drink of the water.
Smiling she slid on a set of glasses and adjusted in her seat as her shorts hugged her thighs tightly, “That’s sweet. Thanks, Topher.” Taking a folder from the table, she handed it to him, and seeing his eyes widen she rubbed the back of her head, “I told you, you would have a challenge. The last time I did resume writing was maybe two years ago. Also, I have never written for grants or scholarships.”
He looked over the stacks of papers in the folder which were some old resumes and a lot of logged hours for her teams as well as volunteer work. He pulled his briefcase and pulled out a laptop, “Let’s start with the basics and go up from there. I need to know what schools you plan to apply to, to figure out how neat your writing needs to be and what to type for your grants and scholarships.”
“Oh, thank you, hubby!” She hugged his arm pressing it between her breasts not wearing a bra.
“Hey! Let go of me! And don’t call me that!” He adjusted himself and went back to his professional stance and then looked over, “What?”
“You’re cute.” She smiled and kissed his cheek before taking his laptop and typing in new tabs the schools she had been applying to, “I will cook for you and your coworkers.” She smiled and handed the laptop back, “I just so happen to have an opening on Saturday afternoons. I can be at your place by 2 pm to go shopping then come back and cook a week worth of meals and of course lunches for your coworkers. Say, Oh, I don’t know. $50/hour and $10 for each co-worker's meal? You can charge them $15 if you like?”
When she called him cute, he looked to the schools she had applied to and rubbed his face and goatee thinking. His thoughts had slightly swarmed at the fact he hadn’t taken her advances more seriously, if he asked for that, would she deny him? No, not likely but it wasn’t right. He wouldn’t take advantage of her kindness like that. He was glad that his own urges were in check and there was no tent in his pants. He cleared his throat and smirked, “Don’t you worry about the business with my co-workers. I will handle that; you focus on my meals for now and then we can add on more. Let me handle the business side; alright?”
She couldn’t help but smile seeing the joy of him calculating in his head payments for her, what he would charge the work buddies, and how much shopping costs would be. Sitting close to him she pointed to the tab and began to go over each one and application info and processes. They worked on her resume and he gave her a rundown on grants and scholarships for each one. He stayed until close to 9:30 pm and decided to leave as he was seeing her eyes grow heavy as she was writing things on her own tablet.
“I’ll see you Saturday at 2 pm then. Don’t be late.” He insisted before waving.
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https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....er/67586/Spyke
and Topher an Ænelathype (who belongs to
LongshotRaven more about his species here:https://www.furaffinity.net/view/18499981/
Trials of friendship, love, discovering emotions and other tribulations expected.
Both Longshot and I have rights to our individual OC's and I was given permission to use his character while writing. But all rights to Topher belong to Longshot.
Icon image done by
MetalManda*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: ※ ·❆· ※ *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:Peculiar Saber
By: Tabitha Thomas
9-26-2020
The following morning Spyke sent out a text asking if he had decided to go to work today; sure, it wasn’t her business but she was still concerned over his well-being despite the fact he may not be. She also made a note to him to pack those lunches that she made for him and take pain meds. Realizing she was likely baby-ing him she stopped texting him and got ready for her day at practice. Grabbing her small duffel, she stuffed spare clothes and large bottled water then stuffed her rugby gear in on one side then her soccer ball in the opposite. She honestly hadn’t expected him to answer in a timely matter but he had; smiling she was relieved he was staying home another day to rest up. Being asked what her plans for the day and evening were, she replied: Soccer practice from 8-2, rugby 2-6, and a cooking class 630-8. Even she had to wonder how she fit so much in a day. She quickly added that the class was allowed to bring a +1 and if he wanted to join for a free meal. Seeing his reply, she growled giving a pouty face, and dialed his number.
“Yes, Miss Winters?”
“Why won’t you come?”
“Cooking isn’t really my thing. Besides per your orders, I should stay home and rest; am I wrong?”
“Ohh, you think you’re so smart! Using my own words against me; that’s pretty cold even for you. Fine, stay home and rest; you sure you don’t want me to bring you anything?”
“I believe you have done enough. When is your next not-so-busy day?”
“Hmm, want to shoot for Thursday night? I only have practice till 4 pm then I can get home and shower then head over to your place.”
“No, I can come to you. Would 5 pm be alright?”
“Sounds good to me. And if you go to work don’t take that same route alright?” She warned and heard a pause, “I mean it otherwise I might make sure you don’t take it by finding your work.” She smirked hearing an even longer pause, “See you Thursday then 5 pm.” Hanging up she hurried ahead and smiled warmly, “Heh, It’s a date.”
●・○・●・○・●From the start of the week, she checked in on him making sure he packed his lunches on his way to work. She was certain he would forget since he likely wasn’t used to packing them. In the evenings she had also made a point to text him asking if he made it home safe. Wednesday morning, she was a little shocked that instead of her texting first, it was him. “Ha, he does care.” Going about her day she thought she needed to make time to clean before he visited; not having much time to clean during the days due to her long schedule, she made a note tonight to at least start. After a long day she was exhausted and hadn’t had time to message Topher; seemed he messaged to make sure she was alright. He asked if rescheduling would be easier on her; she stated if they could meet closer to 7 pm they could keep the day. She was glad he agreed because she really needed a small nap at least and perhaps more time to pick up.
●・○・●・○・●Finally, Thursday had come; she was able to clean as soon as home, then shower and laid out on the futon to rest her eyes. An alarm was set to wake her before he would show up and also texted him her address before laying down. There was a soft knock which brought her eyes slowly open and she sat up rubbing her head then took her phone seeing missed alarm as well as the time. He was prompt. Dragging herself up she opened the door rubbing her eyes and saw him swiftly looking away from her state of undress, “Really? I can’t even be comfortable in my own home? Fine, lemme go put some shorts on. Make yourself at home.” She made her way down a small hallway and turned right into a bedroom.
Topher stepped in and peered right at the futon and coffee table then a small TV on a bookshelf with a record player and a stack of albums in a milk crate. Gazing left he saw the living room had been lined with all her sports items and then a small kitchen past it. Moving to the futon he sat back and winced lightly at a small amount of pain from his ribs but set his briefcase to the side and removed his jacket and seeing a hand he looked up to Spyke and felt his cheeks turn red as he saw down her black tank-top to the blue top of her breasts. He averted his eyes handing it to her, “You will have to let me know your schedule so we can plan better for meetings so it doesn’t go too late into the night.”
Taking his jacket, she hung it on the back of the door then went to the kitchen getting two glasses of water, “Well that’s kinda hard in itself, to be honest. I’m busy the entire week. I can show you my schedule though.” Bringing the waters over she set his down and then sat down drinking her own, “Sorry if I’m out of it, I’m still tired.”
“You sure you don’t want to reschedule?” He watched her carefully, he could tell she was exhausted, and clearly, from her wall of sports gear there seemed to participate in every activity, “Why do you overload yourself with so much?”
“Sometimes I ask myself the same thing but it’s so much fun. I get to be with friends and play against other teams to not only better myself but others. I know I have a lot going on but I really do enjoy it. It’s overwhelming but I like it; busy body, quiet mind.” Giving a sheepish smile she handed him her phone and it was a calendar of her week.
Sunday
9-11 Track
11-1 Soccer
1-3 Rugby
4-6 Softball
Monday
7-12 Volleyball
1-4 Softball
4-7 Track
Tuesday
8-10 Track
11-5 Rugby
Wednesday
8-2 Soccer
2-6 Rugby
630-8 Cooking
Thursday
8-10 Track
11-5 Rugby
Friday
7-12 Volleyball
1-4 Softball
4-7 Track
Saturday
7-9 Track
9-3 Soccer
4-6 Rugby
6-8 Softball
He looked over the schedule and rubbed his head, “You hardly have any free time and not one day of rest. So- wait, when you helped me you took a day off? No, you left early enough to still make it back to practice.”
“Yeah, I could take Saturday and Sunday off but those are my days to practice so the schedule alternates a bit sometimes but I try to keep it the same.” She sipped her water then yawned.
He stared at her raising a brow, “Why would you do that? You need at least one good day of rest. That’s what all the sports teachers say right? You give me such a strict regime and yet you don’t even rest yourself. Double standards much?” He saw her sit back and her heavy eyes; had he upset her? Clearing his throat, he took a drink from the water she left for him, “Look, I know It's not my place to tell you what to do but you should at least slim those days down to half and split them up.”
Her tone grew rather sharp, “What are you going to do? Tell my coach? Threaten my scholarship?”
Her remark had hurt more than he expected as he recalled the time, he had indeed threatened both; this time he would be better with his words especially with how much she had been helping him, “No, I won’t be telling them. I am addressing you because your health concerns me.”
“Because you suddenly give a damn?” She slowly crawled up into his lap and pressed closer to him as her eyes looked into his, “Is that really how you feel, or is it because you want something else?”
His eyes went rather large as he felt her hips grind into his; the action he hadn’t quite expected had thrown him off but then again there was that text from the ’scumbag’. He felt her face draw closer and he felt his heart rate increase as the saliva had vanished from his mouth and he nearly didn’t speak but he quickly blurted out, “Are you a harlot?!”
Spyke paused looking at his face seeing his shock as well as what looked to be a hint of fear. Seeming to take a moment she tilted her head, “You didn’t come here for that did you?” Her tired face slowly turned to a smile, “I can be if you want me to.” She teased and pressed closer and hugged around his neck as she scraped her fangs across his neck and collar feeling his body grow tense. “Are you one of those men that like to be called daddy?”
At that remark he carefully but firmly pushed her onto the seat beside him, “I came here to help you with scholarship and resumes as well as grants; if you insist on trying to tempt me, I will be leaving.”
Spyke narrowed her eyes and tackled him down onto her futon before holding him down, “Why are you helping me? I didn’t do that much to deserve your help so clearly; I’ve just been a nascence and you want something of me. I can’t pay you in money so is this going to be good enough?”
Topher stared up at her a bit shocked that she had pinned him so easily but then again, the girl had muscles, likely from all her activities. Slowly his eyes met hers and he let out a soft breath before speaking, “I have no intention of taking advantage of you. I was honestly going to offer help and in return, if you wouldn’t mind cooking for me and doing meal prep again; It would be payment enough. And of course, if you needed any help besides the school stuff, say saving for a car or an apartment bigger or closer to your next campus I would be willing to set money aside for you since you would be shopping and cooking for me. $30/hr to cook, I cover the shopping but tack on the extra $10/hr for your time. Not to mention but you may have to double that as several of my co-workers seem to think I have a wife that can cook and are insisting to pay for lunches.”
Staring at him she looked a little confused, he really hadn’t come here to have sex with her; now she felt a bit guilty. He hadn’t been interested in her at all and was urging for this partnership and here she was damn near taking advantage of him. “$40/hr? You sure you don’t want to just fuck me... you know for $100/hr I will gladly be your wifey.” She smirked then slowly pulled back and adjusted her short shorts and looked down at her water, “No one has ever denied my advances. I’m sorry if I pushed so strongly; I honestly didn’t know.” She smiled and laughed, “I must seem so sleazy to you.”
Adjusting his shirt and pants he looked overseeing her sullen face and looked down and away, “Not sleazy; just promiscuous. It’s fine. And don’t think for one moment that it’s because you’re not pretty; on the contrary, you are quite radiant and beautiful. I myself am just not interested in... that.” He cleared his throat taking a drink of the water.
Smiling she slid on a set of glasses and adjusted in her seat as her shorts hugged her thighs tightly, “That’s sweet. Thanks, Topher.” Taking a folder from the table, she handed it to him, and seeing his eyes widen she rubbed the back of her head, “I told you, you would have a challenge. The last time I did resume writing was maybe two years ago. Also, I have never written for grants or scholarships.”
He looked over the stacks of papers in the folder which were some old resumes and a lot of logged hours for her teams as well as volunteer work. He pulled his briefcase and pulled out a laptop, “Let’s start with the basics and go up from there. I need to know what schools you plan to apply to, to figure out how neat your writing needs to be and what to type for your grants and scholarships.”
“Oh, thank you, hubby!” She hugged his arm pressing it between her breasts not wearing a bra.
“Hey! Let go of me! And don’t call me that!” He adjusted himself and went back to his professional stance and then looked over, “What?”
“You’re cute.” She smiled and kissed his cheek before taking his laptop and typing in new tabs the schools she had been applying to, “I will cook for you and your coworkers.” She smiled and handed the laptop back, “I just so happen to have an opening on Saturday afternoons. I can be at your place by 2 pm to go shopping then come back and cook a week worth of meals and of course lunches for your coworkers. Say, Oh, I don’t know. $50/hour and $10 for each co-worker's meal? You can charge them $15 if you like?”
When she called him cute, he looked to the schools she had applied to and rubbed his face and goatee thinking. His thoughts had slightly swarmed at the fact he hadn’t taken her advances more seriously, if he asked for that, would she deny him? No, not likely but it wasn’t right. He wouldn’t take advantage of her kindness like that. He was glad that his own urges were in check and there was no tent in his pants. He cleared his throat and smirked, “Don’t you worry about the business with my co-workers. I will handle that; you focus on my meals for now and then we can add on more. Let me handle the business side; alright?”
She couldn’t help but smile seeing the joy of him calculating in his head payments for her, what he would charge the work buddies, and how much shopping costs would be. Sitting close to him she pointed to the tab and began to go over each one and application info and processes. They worked on her resume and he gave her a rundown on grants and scholarships for each one. He stayed until close to 9:30 pm and decided to leave as he was seeing her eyes grow heavy as she was writing things on her own tablet.
“I’ll see you Saturday at 2 pm then. Don’t be late.” He insisted before waving.
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