Furry World/Male Dragon-Rabbit/Sit and talk to Valerie
From Create Your Own Story
You take a seat across from the calico cat. She looks rather cute in her pink robe - it looks very comfortable, you think to yourself.
Valerie starts the conversation. "So, tell me a little about yourself, Ron."
You think for a moment on how to start. "Well, Jenny's my mom. I guess you knew that since Barbara told you already. I graduated from high school this year, and I was thinking about what I wanted to do next."
The feline blinks. "You're only out of high school? I would've thought you were at least done with college! You're so ... manly!" She chuckles a little. "I think that makes you the youngest guy here, then, right?"
You say, "I think so, yeah. Everyone else has been here a while, huh?"
She glances toward the door. "Well, not everyone. Jill only joined a couple weeks ago, and she's pretty young, like 20, maybe? So she's kinda in the same range as you."
You nod. "I could see that. I met her and Rebecca earlier."
"Becky's 22, so pretty close. I'm 21 myself, so that's not too far off either. But then you've got Flo who's 26, Shelly who's 30, Jenny's pushing 40, and Mom is at least 40 now."
You're confused for a second when she mentions your mother and "Mom" at the same time, before you remember that Barbara has that nickname. You reply, "It's so weird hearing 'Mom' and it not being my mom. I don't think I could call Barbara that. Would just be too confusing and weird for me."
Valerie grins. "You're not alone. We had another situation like that last year, too. One of our camera guys brought his sister in to audition, and she got terribly confused when she heard 'Mom'. Family relationships always make that sort of thing awkward." She reaches forward and puts a hand on yours. "Don't worry, though. Barbara is Mom to many of us, but you don't have to call her that. She's fine with that. Just don't call her 'boss', or try to use her last name."
You chuckle. "I don't even know her last name."
Valerie grins again. "Good. Keep it that way. She hates formalities." The cat withdraws her hand and leans forward on the table, resting her ample bosom on her arms. The way she's sitting props up her breasts so you can see their tops more clearly under her robe, with a clear view right down into her cleavage. "So, tell me more. Were you thinking about college?"
You try not to stare at her chest as you answer, "Yeah, I thought about it. Was all ready to apply to some big ones, but, uh..." You catch yourself looking at her chest again, and force yourself to glance away. "Uh, I also thought about enlisting. But I couldn't decide, so I looked at what my mom did for a living, and, uh..." You blush a bit, thinking back to your past girlfriends and all the wild sex you had with them - and the fact that your mom knew about them. "I had some experience, uh," you're looking at the cat's boobs again, "you might say." You force yourself to make eye contact again.
Valerie giggles to you. "You're awfully cute when you talk like that. And yes, they're real."
You blush again and scratch the back of your neck. Despite the "big and bold" talk from Barbara earlier, somehow this girl has you at a disadvantage. She's so attractive, and sexy, and ...
You take a swig of water to give yourself time to collect your thoughts. Then you say, "I only told my mom that I wanted to try this out last night. I never thought I'd be working here the very next day!"
Valerie gets up and says, "I'm going to grab a snack real quick. Want anything?"
You wonder if you just said something that put her off, but decide not to say anything. "Uh, sure. Got any barbecue chips over there?"
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Man stuff |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Dragon-Rabbit | |
