By: Fhuzky (Furaffinity writer)
Art by: Reptiel (Furaffinity Artist)
It was a warm and early summer evening, the afternoon rush hour of metropolis traffic had finally died. The dark sky loomed over the glowing city. It was a Thursday, a night not many go out on. For others however, it'd just begun. Among the endless activities of the metro nightlife, was one in particular. Remamian Takashi. Her penthouse suite overlooked the city from all around, a balcony encircled her place of residence. The lights inside were off, save for a sliver that cracked through the frame of her bathroom.
She was of human complexion, her tan skin as smooth and toned as a dolphin's. Her hair reached down the length of her back, the auburn color fading at her buttox. Her intricate tattoos traced from her fingers, then hands, to wrists, to arms, then shoulders, and finally across her chest to meet at her neck. Stars littered the patterns, each with a tale of their very own to tell. The patterns were as tantalizing and curvy as she was. Her breasts as perky as they were large, 32DD/34E to be exact. Her nipples glinting at the barbells that pierced them, even the third one below her left breast was pierced, and just as pert. Her toned abs shimmered, housing a perfectly trimmed happy trail, to two well hung appendages complete with foreskin that covered almost all of it. She had two star tattoos right above her pubis, one on each side of her professionally styled pubes. Resting nestled comfortably beneath her two penises, a full pair of heavy testes, having been without attention for more than a day. They were perfectly smooth, round, with no hair around them. Her slim waste exentuated her big hips and thighs, which tapered into well-toned calves, who were covered in a similar design as her arms. Lastly, her dainty feet stood as small and delicate as Cinderella's herself, cascading in pearlescent, bubbly water.
Remamian, or Remmy, stepped out of the shower. Her foot planting on the soft, plush bath mat right on the other side. Her other foot followed while she tilted back and wrung her hair in the tub. Her form was covered in beads of water, lazily making their way down her body. Remmy reached for the towel that hung by the shower, proceeding to dry herself. Once dried, Remmy wrapped her hair up, and smeared the moisture off the reflective glass. She smiled to herself, knowing well her plans for the night were no less than devious. Her green eyes stared over her features, once down and then back up. Her snake bites and labret shimmered in the vanity light. Her eyes remained locked on herself, as she pulled off the towel. Her hair, still damp, fell in place. Her face partly covered, she imitated faces that she'd be making at unsuspecting strangers. It was time she found herself a new friend.
With the assist of a blow drier, Remmy was done in no time. She stepped out of the bathroom, the opening door pushing the steam as it spread over the floor. Slowly Remmy made her way across her home, approaching the master bedroom. The walls were lined with various tools for pleasure, and pain. Her four post King-sized bed was prominently displayed in the center. Below the tools that hung were chests and drawers lined end to end, the only acception was the doorway. At the foot of the bed was her evening wear, an intricately laced black outfit, complete with screen mesh and fishnet. Remmy dropped the towel, it's weight with water falling onto the floor with a soft thud. She bent over and held up the outfit by the thin spaghetti straps, eyeing it over, checking for flaws. After a few seconds of inspection, she was satisfied.
The black laced, less-than-paper-thin fabric hugged Remmy in the best ways. Her curves more prominent, exposed, tattood flesh peered through the mesh and fishnet that covered her torso. Below that, was an equally thin black skirt. She grinned as she glanced at the sizeable bulge that shaped at the center. Though flaccid, her flexing brought them to life. She pulsed her meat hooks for a moment, giving them their proper attention before setting out into the night. At the front door leaned a pair of black corset heels. In seconds she wove the lace around her feet, a skill she's mastered through plenty of experience.
Remmy stepped out the front door, and descended the brightly lit concrete stairway and onto the sidewalk. She took in the warm night air, and exhaled softly. Her eyes wandered, the sidewalks were empty, and the streets scarce with activity. Not even a cab could be seen, she huffed in a pout of disappointment and put her right shoulder to the street, and headed toward the subway station. Conveniently just a block away, it was her primary mode of transportation. Typically faster than cars, it's something that's always on time, and something you never have to park.
Her footsteps echoed throughout the station, her heels clicked against the tiled stairways as she descended to the first platform. The noise of announcements, warnings, brakes and doors in the near and far distance slowly overpowered any other sound. Remmy stood against the wall close by the stair, awaiting for the next train to appear. There were only a few others there, each minding their own, each lost in their owned vice. Headphones, touch phones, a book, one appeared lost in thought. Remmy focused on the one who just sat on the bench with her hands folded, her elbows resting on her knees.
She had her hood up with her bangs down, covering her eyes. She wore a simple red hoody, with a toony dinosaur on it, below it were the words "rawr". Her bangs were dyed a bright green that staggered into the jet black that bathed the rest of her hair. Her nails were painted, each with a good amount of detail in it, designs of her own expression. She wore a pair of dark blue stressed skinny jeans, and sneakers covered in permanent scribbles. She couldn't have been any older than 21, Rem had guessed.
Their attention was drawn to the sound of an arrival, their eyes focused on the numbers that branded the trains to their infinite trail. Remmy faced the rails as the others stood up, standing in the same direction. When the cars had stopped, the doors opened. One or two people vacated while the others silently communicated their place in line as they followed each other in.
Remmy glanced over her shoulder, the young woman was still sitting there. Rem pursed her lips and pressed her pointer against it, pondering if this train was for her or not. She muttered incoherently to herself, her eyes remaining focused in front of her. The final boarding call announced, and the young woman stood up quickly and rushed into the car. Rem followed closely behind, just making it through the closing doors.
Remmy stayed by the door, hanging onto the rail for balance as she quietly stood, her peripheral never losing sight of her new female friend. She observed closely, watching her sit in the back of the car. There were only two others in there and they were in the front, having been deeply invested in whatever they were discussing. At least their discusion didn't make it uncomfortbaly quiet. Rem slowly moved away from the door, and moved towards her new interest. The female shot Remmy a glance, and quickly looked back down. So quick that by the time Rem attempted a friendly smile, she was already looking away, staring at the floor. Remmy pouted while walking passed the female, and quietly sat behind. “Excuse me.” Remmy spoke.
The mystery woman jumped, her hood falling back, exposing a noticeable bruise on the side of her head, on her right cheek bone. She scrambled to get her hood back on, but was stopped by Remmy's gentle yet firm grip. The woman again, jumped, sobbing uncontrollably. “P-please don't!” She cringed, anticipating some sort of increased contact from Remmy, to which she withdrew her grip.
“No! I wouldn't dare think of it!” Remamian protested. “A-are you okay? Though?” She leaned in closer, trying to get a good look at the stranger's face. The stranger held the sides of her hood and scrunched up, crying quietly. “If you need to go the hospital, tell me. Please?” The stranger shook her head frantically, and not doing much else. Remmy sighed, thinking. “I'm gonna sit next to you, it's kinda weird talking like this.” With that she got up, took the few steps to go around and sat next to the stranger. “That's better, right? I'm Miss Takeshi!” She smiled, despite knowing that the other wasn't looking. A few moments had passed, Rem sat with her hands in her lap, her eyes appearing focused on the ads that were end to end above them.
“Audrey. My name is... Audrey.” The sudden blurt after some silence surprised Remmy, causing her to jump and squeak in her seat. She adjusted her glasses and turned to face Audrey.
“It's nice to meet you!” Remmy replied, smiling warmly. She shifted her position a bit closer, her hands remained in her lap. She tilted her head slightly, recognizing something about Audrey. “Hey, I actually think we've met before! Do you remember a week or so ago? I think I saw you at the rock bar by the airport, though you looked a lot better back then. Oops! I don't mean any offense! It's just that you don't look like you're having any fun at all now.” Remmy gasped, clasping her mouth with both of her hands. Audrey appeared lost in thought, and was brought back when Rem had removed her hands from her lap.
Audrey winced at the memory, confirming Rem's suspicions. It took some time, and a lot of patience. Rem sensed that this person had no one, and could possibly be in danger. They sat mostly in silence, occasionally sharing a tid bit. Rem slowly found out that Audrey was on a train because it was the safest place to be. Easy to get off, easy to get on, cameras, and witnesses. Audrey was not hiding the fact that she was afraid for her life.
“Hey, Auj? You must be very tired! I've got a room you could sleep in. As long as you don't mind my decor choice, no one would bother you. You need a key just to get to my floor!” Rem cheered, hoping it would reassure her new friend. Audrey shrugged, but didn't shake her head as she had done before. Rem gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and rubbed her back. “Don't answer now, the train still has to go back my way.” She spoke softly, keeping her motions light and around her shoulders and neck. Audrey seemed to enjoyed it.
Audrey moved closer to Remmy. She leaned over to Rem, who extended her arm around Audrey before pulling her close. She leaned against Rem's shoulder, silent, her body was signifacntly tense. Rem tilted her head and rested it on Audrey's.
Some time had passed. Audrey had leaned more and more into her riding partner. Remmy's eyes widened as Audrey's face leaned over, her face sliding across and down her bosom. She had a bit of a snore, an indication of deep sleep. She jolted from the train, maybe a loosened rail. Enough for her to plant face down right onto Remmy's skirt. Her breathing was noticabely louder now. Her skirt-fabric filtered the air Audrey was taking in. She didn't wake, and Rem was frozen stiff from shock. Still, she could feel Audrey's breath soak through her skirt as she exhaled. The same when she inhaled, only it cooled. The sensation was, unignorable.
Remamian froze, her eyes peering around the car. Though it was empty, she remained still. Her left hand rested on Audrey's waist while her right remained by her side. A few moments had passed, nothing but the steady thumping of the rails being passed underneath the subway. The lights in the car were bright, Remmy couldn't help but feel exposed despite sitting in the very back and being the only ones there. The frequent stops had put Remmy on edge, expecting to see someone step in. No one did, every station it stopped at was empty, vacant.
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