This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity.
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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. Finally, as the name implies, this is part of an ongoing series. It would benefit the reader greatly to examine the earlier stories for background information and descriptions.
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"Full Moon Strays . . ." Part 3
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Red poked her head up from under the covers, barely able to make out the annoying red numbers on her digital clock.
"Crap," she muttered. "Time to get up." 'Time to go deal with the dead,' she thought. Then the lump next to her began to shift and turn. 'I don't want to wake her,' Red thought, 'but I don't want her to come around and not know where I am.' So she reached over and turned on the light.
Jane's face was so peaceful as it pressed against the pillow. Red hadn't seen her that much at peace. Even when she had been spending a lot of her time unconscious after almost being killed (the act that had brought her to the Den in the first place), she had been restless. 'I'm just so comfortable,' she thought to herself. But it was time to get up. She slowly worked her way out of bed and started grabbing clothes.
"What . . . what time is it?" Jane asked groggily, opening one eye and noticing that it was annoying light in the room.
"Almost five in the afternoon," Red said. She knelt on the bed and leaned in, hoping to sneak a kiss. But Jane was ready for it, turning her head and meeting Red lip-to-lip. There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do.
"I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small part to Jane's wrath.
Between the two women who had shared that bed, most would have agreed that Red was more dangerous . . . at least, they would've agreed until the previous night's fight. Red was a second-generation lycanthrope who could morph into a part-human, part-puma hybrid with incredible combat prowess. Jane was a Talent with living hair. It seemed like a silly Talent, until she used that hair to hurl a subway car at her enemies, then beat the attacking Hellspawn to death with their own limbs. Jane was still suffering from emotional issues, and she had taken those issues out on those attacking the only people to befriend the young woman since her father had died over twelve years earlier.
"Shit," Red said. "I was supposed to take the final shift tonight." She turned to say something to Jane, but stopped to admire the view. The smaller girl was in the process of pulling on the jeans that Red had stolen for her, and she filled them out nicely. Red waited until she got a glimpse of those wonderful breasts her lover possessed, then those breasts were covered by Jane's bra and sweater.
"I . . . Do you want to go out separately or . . ." Jane started. She wasn't sure if Red wanted people to know what happened.
Red walked over, put her hands on both sides of Jane's face and kissed her. "I wouldn't have let last night happen if I was going to be ashamed of it. And you shouldn't either." The two women grabbed their jackets and then made their way down the tunnel from Red's personal hidey-hole and into the Den itself.
"I need to find Tarloh," Red said.
"He's out in one of the entrances with Shield, seeing what they can do to improve our defenses. He's called for a meeting at six-thirty," Talia said, emerging from one of the subway cars.
"Hey Talia," Red said with a smile. Talia was her best friend and a fellow lycanthrope (of the werewolf variety), and one of the few people she let herself lean on in times of crisis. "Hey, why didn't you come get me for my shift? What're people going to think if I start blowing off . . ."
"I told everyone that you were going to need your sleep, so I picked up your shift," she said, smiling at Jane who began to blush like there was no tomorrow. "I dropped by and noticed that you weren't alone, so I thought I'd let you get some more rest."
"Talia . . ."
"Red . . ." Talia replied, whining extravagantly. Then she wrapped her arms around both her friends and hugged them together. "I was wondering how long it would take for you two to figure things out." Then she wandered off.
"She . . . knew?" Jane asked.
Red chuckled as she shook her head. "Talia's a little too smart for her own good." She turned and gave Jane another quick kiss. "Why don't you go get something to eat, and I'll see you in a bit."
Jane stared hard at Red's hourglass shape and heart-shaped behind as she headed into the entrance tunnels looking for Tarloh. Jane sighed contentedly, but her contentment was short lived. As she climbed up to the upper platform, she saw a few bloodstains remaining from the previous night's fight . . . some red and some green. The bodies had all been removed and the subway car that Jane had used as a weapon had been pushed to the side. 'I did a lot of this,' she thought. She noticed some of the Strays glancing at her out of the corners of their eyes. 'Are they afraid of me? Do they trust me? Do they know about me and Red? How should . . .'
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Jane shook her head. "Huh . . . hey Anya."
