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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.
Icon image done by
MetalManda
Bat’erup
By: Tabitha Thomas
6-11-2021
The loud crash of a bat hitting a ball could be heard as the ball was propelled through the air and slapped the ‘home run’ back wall. There was a loud horn and with it an audience cheer as well as an announcer saying ‘home run’. The blue-furred saber lined up again, swung, watched it hit the same spot with the same reaction, and then lined up again. This wasn’t new to her; clearly, she had come often enough as she didn’t even have to be looking where the ball was being thrown. She could hear it and knew the timing of the next launch to line up for the next.
Topher stood outside the cage having just arrived and held a bag with the lunches inside as well as a couple of drinks he got on his way over, “You sure being here even helps you practice? Looks reparative.”
Spyke smiled back and swung one-handed, “Maybe, but it keeps my arms in a good forum, plus the motion helps keep my arms in shape especially with different bats.” Hitting the next she looked back seeing a twitch of his eyebrow, “Oh sorry, is the constant ‘home run’ announcement too much?” Going to the side of the cage she yelled out waving her hand, “Brent! Brent! Hey, can you turn off the home run buzzer for my stall! Thanks!” Coming back to the center she lined up and punted the ball as it rolled on the ground, “So what did you bring for us to eat? I’m famished! I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“You said in the last text you wanted me to meet you at 1:30 pm. I am right on time if not early. Did you already forget?” He watched her hit the ball with little effort and her swing was almost graceful; he could see it almost as being a form of dance the way she moved.
“Oh, I did? Huh, I must have been half asleep when I messaged because I thought you were coming earlier so I skipped breakfast.” She grinned gingerly.
Topher narrowed his eyes, “You shouldn’t skip breakfast Spyke! Especially with how much training you do. Now I feel I should have brought a better drink than just lemonade.”
“Lemonade! Ooo! I love lemonades!” Setting the bat down she waved to the attendant and the guy shut down her stall. Stepping out she immediately dug into the bag greedily and pulling out the tall bottle she rubbed it on her face, “Ahh, it’s still cold too!” swirling the top off she took a long drink letting out an exasperated sigh, “Ah, that’s good. C’mon, we can go sit at the table over there.” She took his hand dragging him over.
Topher felt his cheeks light up with color from the pull of his hand from the girl but followed her to the shaded seating and he set out a small box for each of them before sitting down with his own drink, “How long have you been here?”
“Since 8 am.”
“What? They don’t open until 10 am?”
“Brent over there, he knows me so I have a spare key for the place.” She stuck her tongue out and then opened the box before her and her eyes gleamed, “Aw, it looks so cute the way I packed it.” The small Japanese bento had a variety of small items. Cooked rice with black sesame seeds sprinkled over it, potato salad, a small variety of sliced fruit, and the main course which was the tonkatsu which was chicken this time with a small container with a savory sauce. She wasted no time in taking a slice of orange using her claws to remove the rind.
“Spyke, where are your manners? Use the chopsticks.”
“I can’t.”
Topher stared in confusion, “What? What do you mean you can’t?”
“I have never been able to use them properly.” There was a shrug as she dug into the bag as if looking for a fork.
He sighed and lifted up and moved beside her, “You animal, you can’t pack a bento and eat it with a fork; you abomination. Here-” He took her hand and placed the two wooden sticks in her hand and adjusted them and gently moved them, “See? Try. Your thumb one should stay fixed while the other on your pointer moves to grasp what you want.”
Spyke watched him a moment then looked down to her own and gripped a cantaloupe piece but it fell, and again, and again. Finally frustrated she stabbed it and placed it in her mouth.
Rolling his eyes, “Ugh you are hopeless. Here let me show you.” He placed his hand over hers and lined the chopsticks in their hands and motioned and lead a piece up to her lips. He saw a grin on her face and he stared, “What? I’m trying to help.”
Smiling she spun the chopsticks in her hand skillfully and then picked up with ease the meat, “I know, it’s cute that’s why I let you.”
He blushed and sat back down, “You tricked me?”
“Yup, of course I know how to use chopsticks, I’m the one who suggested bento boxes; dugh. But It was really nice of you to show me your technique.” She batted her eyes at him and took another bite.
He grumbled a bit and took a few bites as though brooding. He should have known better but he found her lack of knowledge unacceptable but somehow he enjoyed the small amount of hand-holding if only briefly.
“How are your ribs? You don’t seem to be struggling at all today; that’s good.” Spyke sipped her drink then continued eating.
He made sure his mouth was empty before speaking, “The pain is gone and same with the tenderness.” He saw her adjusting as though to poke him and shifted back in his seat with an unamused facial expression, “Don’t prod me when I’m so close to being fully healed. Work will continue as usual come Monday. It’s odd I’m rather looking forward to going back.”
“Do you not normally take time off?”
“I can’t say that I have. I’ve worked there a few years now and I’ve perhaps called in only a handful of times. Usually with being ill but that happens rarely for me.”
Spyke watched him then raised a brow, “What about vacations?”
“Never used them.”
“WHAT!?” She sputtered loudly and gawked at him.
“Ugh! Spyke! You spat rice all over me!” He took a cloth napkin wiping his shift off.
“You haven’t taken any time off for yourself!? You really are a hermit.” Seeing him attentive to the rice on his tee she saw a small amount on his cheek and leaned closer.
Topher had finally got what he thought was the rest of the rice off but upon turning his head his ears went red when he felt a rather rough tongue roll over his lips. He went rigid, not sure how to react, and was not even sure what thoughts were swirling around in his head.
The saber looked to him innocently, “You had missed some on your cheek.” She could see him stay statuesque. The silence was odd for her so she grabbed his jawline and placed a bite to his mouth, “How do you like it?” Seeing a nod and him chewing she then continued her own food. Her own thoughts were on if he was going to be this awkward anytime she dared to show affection. It was frustrating but she also didn’t want to push too many boundaries to truly upset him. He had been at best ‘tolerant’ of her advances thus far. Finishing her box, she drank the last in the bottle and smiled cheerfully, “Thanks for lunch. Oh hey! Do you wanna try to bat a few out?”
“Excuse me? What?” He was violently jarred from his thought train and stared at Spyke.
Spyke tried not to let her frown show and she took her drink, “Come bat some. I’ll be fun.” She went to toss her trash away and came back seeing him staring at her reluctantly, “Cmon.” She pointed behind her with her thumb, “I don’t care if you can or can’t, you are doing this.”
Topher didn’t like her bossy attitude but if he said no, she may make a scene and that would cause more attention to be brought to them; something he couldn’t stand especially in public. He was about to grumble but looked down to his only half-finished meal, “How about I sit outside and you swing a bit while I finish my meal, that way I can still ask you a few questions.” He saw her seem to contemplate and worried it was asking too much, but seeing her nod and hurry back to the cage he let out a sigh of relief. Having bought some time he packed the bag and made his way to the fence and sat on a bench that was provided there for those waiting, “So did you decide on what college you wanted to attend and the majors and minors you wanted to do?”
Spyke hit the ball and kept her eyes forward this time, “The upstate one with the big sports facilities. Majoring in sports of all kinds and then minors would likely be engineering.”
He raised a brow, “Engineering?”
“Yeah, I was thinking auto.”
“You don’t seem like the gear-head type...”
Spyke stepped back and let the ball strike the fence behind her which jarred Topher from the sound, “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t look like. Only I should be the one deciding what I want to do with my future. You may think of me as some dumb preppy sports girl but I know if I put my heart into it, I can achieve anything.” Her tone had shifted to something more serious and when she planted her feet, she swung hard and the crack of the ball could be heart as it smashed into the home run and then fell down in two pieces.
Topher gulped a bit nervously seeing the first side of her wrath beside the time she touched her shoulder which she was much more forgiving for. “Everything alright?” He managed to say despite his quieter voice.
Sighing she hit the next ball as a ball with a small punt, “You said you wanted to help me. Don’t pass judgment on me, alright? I get enough of that from other friends. Please don’t place expectations above or below me.” It was clear in her tone that she had taken some belittlement from others on her idea of careers. Though she put up the front of not caring, deep down it had hurt her.
Topher had seen this and thought she wasn’t looking at him he could tell from her body language and her tone that it was a touchy subject and he certainly didn’t want to be like her other friends. “So, majoring in physical sports with a minor in an auto mechanic. If they have cooking courses as well, are you planning to do them? It’s going to be pricey.”
“That won’t be a problem with the scholarships I get and the sponsors I will have.”
He rubbed his goatee after putting the empty bento in the bag, “Do you really think it will be that easy for you to get them? Scholarships and sponsors normally take a few years to procure unless you have a video and good reputation standing already.”
“I know, that’s where you come in.” She hit the next ball with a smile and hit the ‘home run’ once again. “I’m going to write to apply for my scholarships and sponsors and have a video to submit; this will show my skills which you will handle by recording yourself or hiring a videographer. I’ll of course pay you back for any services I ask of you. Do you think your coworkers would tip knowing they are supporting a brilliant college girl?” She teased and when the bell rang she set the bat down and stretched a bit looking back and waved him in, “You’re not getting out of this.”
With a sour expression, he dragged himself up and stepped into the cage and felt the bat in his hand and lifted it, “I told you not to worry about that. I will take care of it. You just focus on writing for the college. After I read over and review them you can adjust them and we can work on getting that video made.” Topher stood back a bit and barely swung at the ball missing it. Seeing a narrowed-eyed saber, “What?”
“You aren’t even trying. Let me show you.” Walking behind him she spaced out his feet by the mound and then placed her hands over his as her body leaned into his as she pulled back the bat, “Ready, it’s going to come right down the center here.” She pulled his hands along with the bat and then stood fast, “Now.” A swift swing with him and it angled upwards and dropped down. “See, not too shabby if you actually tried.” She could smell his cologne and the small amount of natural musk which had been savory to her nose. Stepping back, she smiled, “Swing again.”
Topher had thought of her body being behind him again and how soft her form had been against him not to mention their hands holding, then there was the lick earlier that had nearly been a kiss. He swung far too early and the ball hit the fence behind him. He saw Spyke laugh and looked back with confusion, “What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking back to last night. I called you a wild animal that wanted to essentially lash out. If that were the case that ball would have been toast. You really are just a really dumb smart person.”
Topher shrugged, “Perhaps I am but this smart person is going to help you get into that college no matter how dumb it may seem.”
“Hey!? You calling me dumb?!” She saw a gentle smile on his expression and her tail wagged in satisfaction seeing it but when their eyes met, she saw him go static again with his rigid look. Smiling she took his hand, “C’mon, we best get back to your place so I can finish packing up your meals for the week.”
Once back at Topher’s Spyke did the cooking and Topher sat at the island and had been looking up the school and their programs along with the video expectations. He took this time to find a videographer and also gauged how much the lunches should be at his workplace when he sold them to others. With a plan of attack made he would discuss more with Spyke on it when she had time next week. He offered to walk her back home but she protested and waved as she normally did and put her earbuds in and sang aloud on her way back. Topher touched his lips feeling them curled upwards once again and stared at his fingers as though confused, ‘What are these feelings? Spyke, what are you making me feel? I want to enjoy it but at the same time I want to push it away...’ With a heavy sigh, he shut the door and set his alarm and with the silence around him he felt an emptiness; avoid, that was clearly missing from the warmth and presence of Spyke.
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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:Bat’erup
By: Tabitha Thomas
6-11-2021
The loud crash of a bat hitting a ball could be heard as the ball was propelled through the air and slapped the ‘home run’ back wall. There was a loud horn and with it an audience cheer as well as an announcer saying ‘home run’. The blue-furred saber lined up again, swung, watched it hit the same spot with the same reaction, and then lined up again. This wasn’t new to her; clearly, she had come often enough as she didn’t even have to be looking where the ball was being thrown. She could hear it and knew the timing of the next launch to line up for the next.
Topher stood outside the cage having just arrived and held a bag with the lunches inside as well as a couple of drinks he got on his way over, “You sure being here even helps you practice? Looks reparative.”
Spyke smiled back and swung one-handed, “Maybe, but it keeps my arms in a good forum, plus the motion helps keep my arms in shape especially with different bats.” Hitting the next she looked back seeing a twitch of his eyebrow, “Oh sorry, is the constant ‘home run’ announcement too much?” Going to the side of the cage she yelled out waving her hand, “Brent! Brent! Hey, can you turn off the home run buzzer for my stall! Thanks!” Coming back to the center she lined up and punted the ball as it rolled on the ground, “So what did you bring for us to eat? I’m famished! I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“You said in the last text you wanted me to meet you at 1:30 pm. I am right on time if not early. Did you already forget?” He watched her hit the ball with little effort and her swing was almost graceful; he could see it almost as being a form of dance the way she moved.
“Oh, I did? Huh, I must have been half asleep when I messaged because I thought you were coming earlier so I skipped breakfast.” She grinned gingerly.
Topher narrowed his eyes, “You shouldn’t skip breakfast Spyke! Especially with how much training you do. Now I feel I should have brought a better drink than just lemonade.”
“Lemonade! Ooo! I love lemonades!” Setting the bat down she waved to the attendant and the guy shut down her stall. Stepping out she immediately dug into the bag greedily and pulling out the tall bottle she rubbed it on her face, “Ahh, it’s still cold too!” swirling the top off she took a long drink letting out an exasperated sigh, “Ah, that’s good. C’mon, we can go sit at the table over there.” She took his hand dragging him over.
Topher felt his cheeks light up with color from the pull of his hand from the girl but followed her to the shaded seating and he set out a small box for each of them before sitting down with his own drink, “How long have you been here?”
“Since 8 am.”
“What? They don’t open until 10 am?”
“Brent over there, he knows me so I have a spare key for the place.” She stuck her tongue out and then opened the box before her and her eyes gleamed, “Aw, it looks so cute the way I packed it.” The small Japanese bento had a variety of small items. Cooked rice with black sesame seeds sprinkled over it, potato salad, a small variety of sliced fruit, and the main course which was the tonkatsu which was chicken this time with a small container with a savory sauce. She wasted no time in taking a slice of orange using her claws to remove the rind.
“Spyke, where are your manners? Use the chopsticks.”
“I can’t.”
Topher stared in confusion, “What? What do you mean you can’t?”
“I have never been able to use them properly.” There was a shrug as she dug into the bag as if looking for a fork.
He sighed and lifted up and moved beside her, “You animal, you can’t pack a bento and eat it with a fork; you abomination. Here-” He took her hand and placed the two wooden sticks in her hand and adjusted them and gently moved them, “See? Try. Your thumb one should stay fixed while the other on your pointer moves to grasp what you want.”
Spyke watched him a moment then looked down to her own and gripped a cantaloupe piece but it fell, and again, and again. Finally frustrated she stabbed it and placed it in her mouth.
Rolling his eyes, “Ugh you are hopeless. Here let me show you.” He placed his hand over hers and lined the chopsticks in their hands and motioned and lead a piece up to her lips. He saw a grin on her face and he stared, “What? I’m trying to help.”
Smiling she spun the chopsticks in her hand skillfully and then picked up with ease the meat, “I know, it’s cute that’s why I let you.”
He blushed and sat back down, “You tricked me?”
“Yup, of course I know how to use chopsticks, I’m the one who suggested bento boxes; dugh. But It was really nice of you to show me your technique.” She batted her eyes at him and took another bite.
He grumbled a bit and took a few bites as though brooding. He should have known better but he found her lack of knowledge unacceptable but somehow he enjoyed the small amount of hand-holding if only briefly.
“How are your ribs? You don’t seem to be struggling at all today; that’s good.” Spyke sipped her drink then continued eating.
He made sure his mouth was empty before speaking, “The pain is gone and same with the tenderness.” He saw her adjusting as though to poke him and shifted back in his seat with an unamused facial expression, “Don’t prod me when I’m so close to being fully healed. Work will continue as usual come Monday. It’s odd I’m rather looking forward to going back.”
“Do you not normally take time off?”
“I can’t say that I have. I’ve worked there a few years now and I’ve perhaps called in only a handful of times. Usually with being ill but that happens rarely for me.”
Spyke watched him then raised a brow, “What about vacations?”
“Never used them.”
“WHAT!?” She sputtered loudly and gawked at him.
“Ugh! Spyke! You spat rice all over me!” He took a cloth napkin wiping his shift off.
“You haven’t taken any time off for yourself!? You really are a hermit.” Seeing him attentive to the rice on his tee she saw a small amount on his cheek and leaned closer.
Topher had finally got what he thought was the rest of the rice off but upon turning his head his ears went red when he felt a rather rough tongue roll over his lips. He went rigid, not sure how to react, and was not even sure what thoughts were swirling around in his head.
The saber looked to him innocently, “You had missed some on your cheek.” She could see him stay statuesque. The silence was odd for her so she grabbed his jawline and placed a bite to his mouth, “How do you like it?” Seeing a nod and him chewing she then continued her own food. Her own thoughts were on if he was going to be this awkward anytime she dared to show affection. It was frustrating but she also didn’t want to push too many boundaries to truly upset him. He had been at best ‘tolerant’ of her advances thus far. Finishing her box, she drank the last in the bottle and smiled cheerfully, “Thanks for lunch. Oh hey! Do you wanna try to bat a few out?”
“Excuse me? What?” He was violently jarred from his thought train and stared at Spyke.
Spyke tried not to let her frown show and she took her drink, “Come bat some. I’ll be fun.” She went to toss her trash away and came back seeing him staring at her reluctantly, “Cmon.” She pointed behind her with her thumb, “I don’t care if you can or can’t, you are doing this.”
Topher didn’t like her bossy attitude but if he said no, she may make a scene and that would cause more attention to be brought to them; something he couldn’t stand especially in public. He was about to grumble but looked down to his only half-finished meal, “How about I sit outside and you swing a bit while I finish my meal, that way I can still ask you a few questions.” He saw her seem to contemplate and worried it was asking too much, but seeing her nod and hurry back to the cage he let out a sigh of relief. Having bought some time he packed the bag and made his way to the fence and sat on a bench that was provided there for those waiting, “So did you decide on what college you wanted to attend and the majors and minors you wanted to do?”
Spyke hit the ball and kept her eyes forward this time, “The upstate one with the big sports facilities. Majoring in sports of all kinds and then minors would likely be engineering.”
He raised a brow, “Engineering?”
“Yeah, I was thinking auto.”
“You don’t seem like the gear-head type...”
Spyke stepped back and let the ball strike the fence behind her which jarred Topher from the sound, “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t look like. Only I should be the one deciding what I want to do with my future. You may think of me as some dumb preppy sports girl but I know if I put my heart into it, I can achieve anything.” Her tone had shifted to something more serious and when she planted her feet, she swung hard and the crack of the ball could be heart as it smashed into the home run and then fell down in two pieces.
Topher gulped a bit nervously seeing the first side of her wrath beside the time she touched her shoulder which she was much more forgiving for. “Everything alright?” He managed to say despite his quieter voice.
Sighing she hit the next ball as a ball with a small punt, “You said you wanted to help me. Don’t pass judgment on me, alright? I get enough of that from other friends. Please don’t place expectations above or below me.” It was clear in her tone that she had taken some belittlement from others on her idea of careers. Though she put up the front of not caring, deep down it had hurt her.
Topher had seen this and thought she wasn’t looking at him he could tell from her body language and her tone that it was a touchy subject and he certainly didn’t want to be like her other friends. “So, majoring in physical sports with a minor in an auto mechanic. If they have cooking courses as well, are you planning to do them? It’s going to be pricey.”
“That won’t be a problem with the scholarships I get and the sponsors I will have.”
He rubbed his goatee after putting the empty bento in the bag, “Do you really think it will be that easy for you to get them? Scholarships and sponsors normally take a few years to procure unless you have a video and good reputation standing already.”
“I know, that’s where you come in.” She hit the next ball with a smile and hit the ‘home run’ once again. “I’m going to write to apply for my scholarships and sponsors and have a video to submit; this will show my skills which you will handle by recording yourself or hiring a videographer. I’ll of course pay you back for any services I ask of you. Do you think your coworkers would tip knowing they are supporting a brilliant college girl?” She teased and when the bell rang she set the bat down and stretched a bit looking back and waved him in, “You’re not getting out of this.”
With a sour expression, he dragged himself up and stepped into the cage and felt the bat in his hand and lifted it, “I told you not to worry about that. I will take care of it. You just focus on writing for the college. After I read over and review them you can adjust them and we can work on getting that video made.” Topher stood back a bit and barely swung at the ball missing it. Seeing a narrowed-eyed saber, “What?”
“You aren’t even trying. Let me show you.” Walking behind him she spaced out his feet by the mound and then placed her hands over his as her body leaned into his as she pulled back the bat, “Ready, it’s going to come right down the center here.” She pulled his hands along with the bat and then stood fast, “Now.” A swift swing with him and it angled upwards and dropped down. “See, not too shabby if you actually tried.” She could smell his cologne and the small amount of natural musk which had been savory to her nose. Stepping back, she smiled, “Swing again.”
Topher had thought of her body being behind him again and how soft her form had been against him not to mention their hands holding, then there was the lick earlier that had nearly been a kiss. He swung far too early and the ball hit the fence behind him. He saw Spyke laugh and looked back with confusion, “What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking back to last night. I called you a wild animal that wanted to essentially lash out. If that were the case that ball would have been toast. You really are just a really dumb smart person.”
Topher shrugged, “Perhaps I am but this smart person is going to help you get into that college no matter how dumb it may seem.”
“Hey!? You calling me dumb?!” She saw a gentle smile on his expression and her tail wagged in satisfaction seeing it but when their eyes met, she saw him go static again with his rigid look. Smiling she took his hand, “C’mon, we best get back to your place so I can finish packing up your meals for the week.”
●・○・●・○・●Once back at Topher’s Spyke did the cooking and Topher sat at the island and had been looking up the school and their programs along with the video expectations. He took this time to find a videographer and also gauged how much the lunches should be at his workplace when he sold them to others. With a plan of attack made he would discuss more with Spyke on it when she had time next week. He offered to walk her back home but she protested and waved as she normally did and put her earbuds in and sang aloud on her way back. Topher touched his lips feeling them curled upwards once again and stared at his fingers as though confused, ‘What are these feelings? Spyke, what are you making me feel? I want to enjoy it but at the same time I want to push it away...’ With a heavy sigh, he shut the door and set his alarm and with the silence around him he felt an emptiness; avoid, that was clearly missing from the warmth and presence of Spyke.
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