7 Vol 1. pt. 7 Patch 2.0: Socializing, Raiding, or Fishing? (1/2)
Serra stays close behind Fenrir as they walk. He's worried about hitting her with his tail, so he tries to put some more distance between them, but she always closes the gap. He also catches her staring at it sometimes.
He places himself in her shoes. If he was some normal guy following behind a girl with a dog tail, he would definitely want to try petting it. He would also want to do many other things to her. Many. Other. Things. But since Serra is a girl, or at least pretending to be one, he doubts that she would have such perverse desires.
”Do you want to touch it?” he asks her, stopping in front of her with his head turned back to look at her.
A soft blush spreads across her cheeks as she nods her head. ”I know how it feels, so go ahead. I wouldn't have given myself a tail if the thought of people touching it bothered me. I mean, who doesn't love petting dogs? Not that I'm a dog or anything,” he looks back ahead of him, ”you know what I mean.”
Her soft, smaller hands reach out to tentatively stroke his tail. Whereas it was gently swaying before, now it is completely frozen.
It may not feel as good as a headpat or belly rub, but it's still enough to send shivers up his spine. This pleasurable feeling only grows stronger as her hands run along the length of his tail, gently rubbing it. She even goes so far as to gently nuzzle against it with the side of her face, rubbing his tip against her—
”Alright! I think that's enough for now,” Fenrir interrupts, excitedly taking himself out of her reach. He's just happy that she can't see his face. He is much too red right now.
The rest of the walk has Fenrir making sure that she can't catch up to his tail.
Reaching where he told his friends to meet up at, he sees Oleander and Bone sitting around a campfire with large slabs of meat stuck inside of it on some sticks.
Oleander is clothed with a few large leaves that seem to have been pasted together somehow. It looks like he's wearing a short dress made out of leaves, and he's even put a few flowers in his hair. As for Bonekraka, he's wearing some poor boar's skin. The boar's head rests on top of his own, and the rest of its skin hangs down over his back. It looks like some other animal had its fur skinned off to tie around Bonekraka's waist, but all it really does is hang down and cover his exaggerated green tool. At least they're somewhat covered up.
Though, Fenrir is curious how Bonekraka was able to skin the animals.
”Fenny!” Oleander is the first to spot Fenrir, shouting out and running up to him. ”We've been waiting here forever! What took you— oh, who's she?” he asks, having noticed the girl hiding behind Fenrir. A mischievous grin spreads across his lips. ”This is why I can't leave you alone! I let you out of my sight for just a few minutes and you cheat on me! What does she do for you that I don't? Is it because I don't let you ravage my body enough?”
”Hey, stop that before she misunder—” Fenrir tries stopping the teasing boy, but he should know better than to expect that to work.
Oleander makes himself cry and covers his face. ”I thought what we had was special! Am I not feminine enough for you? Is it because I always want to be the bottom? I'm sorry for being so selfish!”
Fenrir looks back at Serra. She's staring up at him with a very, very unimpressed face. Fortunately for Fenrir, she can't keep up the judging expression for long. She breaks and smiles from the amusing Oleander.
Bonekraka grabs Oleander by his antlers and tosses him to the side. Now standing next to Fenrir, she can see just how huge Bonekraka is in comparison. She's relieved that he's covered up considering that her eye level is at his crotch. ”Who is girl?” he asks.
Fenrir doesn't know if he should say her name or not. She warned him that she wouldn't be talking much around them, so if he tells them her name, it would show that she's talked to him and could make things awkward if she doesn't talk to them as well. ”She found me while I was fishi— I mean, while I was looking for some way to make equipment. I guess I don't have to feel bad about not making anything for you guys. Looks like you've been busy,” Fenrir says, changing the subject.
Seeing the fur and skin Bonekraka is wearing makes him a bit uneasy. Perhaps it's because of his own canid features that he doesn't like the idea of somebody wearing dead animals.
”Found boar, turned boar into food and clothes. Looks badass,” Bonekraka explains, a cheesy American accent being used to say badass. He even gives a couple of thumbs-up alongside the accent.
Oleander gets up from where Bonekraka tossed him to, rubbing his head and butt. ”Look, Fenny! I want to show off too,” he says, walking to the campfire where a pile of odd-looking plant stems has been gathered. Each of the stems is thick, red, and look fairly durable with few leaves on them. He grabs one of the stems, snaps it in half, and then some thick green liquid drips out of it. A demonstration is performed by him using the liquid to stick together a few leaves to a nearby twig.
Fenrir looks captivated throughout the entire demonstration. ”That's awesome! Where did you find those? It could help us a lot if we gather a bunch of it. Oh, wait,” he looks back to Serra. ”Sorry, I haven't introduced them yet. The big guy here is Bonekraka, and that's Oleander.”
She gives each of the men a small wave, and they return the gesture.
”We found the boar eating it. I tried it myself, but it's too thick for me,” Oleander teases. Serra snerks at Oleander's innuendo, and the boy instantly knows he has a comrade-in-arms for lewd jokes.
Neither Bonekraka nor Fenrir picks up on the perverted bond that was just formed. ”I don't remember seeing anything with stems that red while looking around, so it must be rare. Maybe it's like truffles and pigs? Pretty hard to find, but they can sense it from a good distance,” Fenrir theorizes.
”You know too much random stuff, Fenny. You must get really bored when neither of us are online.” Bonekraka nods at Oleander's own theory.