Act 3: Something That Matters

>Wednesday morning

>Your eyes crack open

>You feel Sam against you, his form is as familiar as your own clothing at this point

>WOW he feels warm, even through your clothing

>Like a little ball of magma clinging to you

>What time is it?

>You check your phone

>It's only 6:30 a.m.

>That explains the lack of light showering in from the crucifix-shaped window

>You have another hour-and-a-half before school

>You stretch out delicately as Sam shifts, his leg kicking, snared in a dream

>Dawww

>Usually when one of your friends falls asleep on you, you feel mildly uncomfortable

>But this is not like one of these times

>It just feels right to have him next to you

>Alex snores away like a bulldozer crushing a field of glass bottles

>You're about to shut your eyes again when you hear someone moving around on the old wooden bench

>You turn your head

>Jenna is up and moving, smoothing her sweater, running her paws through her unkempt fur

>She must not notice you, because she starts licking at her arm, smoothing it out with her thin, pink tongue

>You wonder what it's like to groom yourself with your tongue

>It's like always having a brush on hand!

>Part of you wants to try, but the lucid part of you knows how disgusting that would be

>Jenna turns to start on her other arm and bends her neck low to reach her thin wrists

>When your eyes meet

>…

>You swear, you can almost hear the little voice inside Jenna screaming with shame

>The vixen glows beet red 

>She tries to play off her grooming as her smoothing out the fur on her arm, briskly running her paws across her fur, back and forth

>Ruffling and un-ruffling

>"Morning…" she whispers, still glowing red

“Were you just-"

>"NO!" Her voice rings out in a thin staccato, fueled by embarrassment

>She catches herself quickly and claps a palm over her muzzle

>Sam shifts his body and mumbles something you can't hear

>Whatever

>Not a big deal. You've been caught picking your nose plenty of times

>Jenna points to the exit doors of the church

>Immediately you know what she wants

>Untangling yourself from Sam is more of a challenge than you expected

>You worm your way away from him, trying to get him to lean against the back of the pew instead of on you

>Gravity has other plans

>The bunny slides downward, his head landing directly into the crook of your lap

>…Right on your-

>Yeah

>You flush red and stifle a frustrated groan that swells in your throat

>Fucking hell

>Now what do you do?

>You look to Jenna, desperate for help

>But the vixen is fucking useless

>She's bent over, fighting the giggles

>You can hear each one of her fits pop inside her mouth like little balloons

>Foxes and their gekkering

>You blush even harder as your eyebrows slope downward into a viscous scowl

>Which makes you just look constipated

>And makes Jenna laugh even harder

>When you get out of this you swear you're going to tell everyone she still licks herself to groom

>Don't most mammals grow out of that?

>Whatever

>You still gotta get Sam off

>…

>OF YOU

>Not 'off'

>Fuck

>You slowly, very slowly, slide his head over your thigh

>You plunge your hands into the tangles of his hair and fur, holding him in place so when you slip out from under him, his skull doesn't smack the hardwood of the pews

>He feels INSANELY hot to the touch

>His body radiates warmth like a tiny little engine

>If Sam were an engine, he'd be a dirt bike or something

>You bite your lower lip

>Shit

>What if he's getting sick?

>With all of this going on, the last thing you need is a sick bunny

>Before school you'll go to the store and get him some medicine

>But he NEEDS to be in class

>You're not going to ruin his life and get him expelled for absences

>You've already ruined his life in one way

>If he makes it out of this alive, you'd rather not have it ruined academically

>Here goes nothing

>You gently lift his head

>Slide out underneath him

>And then lay him gingerly back down on the pew

>As if he were made of delicate glass

>That dumb little bun just curls in on himself and doesn't seem to even notice you're gone

>When you stand up, you have to brush off the stray strands of Sam's fur

>Uselessly doubled over on herself, Jenna is now gasping in the quiet air as she chokes back laughter

>You swallow the knot of shame that's lodged in your throat

>Keep it together, Anonymous

>Burn that image of her licking herself into your retinas

>Jenna is still laughing as you two slip out the back doors, but once you're outside in the brisk air, she stops

>She gives you a very inquisitive look, one of her eyebrows raised in confusion

>She inhales deeply through her nose

>"Hold still," she commands, before-

>What the hell?

>-Putting her nose on your side and sniffing

>You flush red grab her by the ears and pull her away like she was a clingy toddler

“What the hell are you doing?" You demand

>Jenna takes one last whiff before pushing your hands off her sensitive ears

>"You smell like a female in heat."

>Wat

>"I smelled it last night," she continues, oblivious to how uncomfortable and confused you are right now.

>Must be instinct

>“But I can't figure out why… I'm not even close in my cycle, and even if I were, I take estrus blockers."

“C-Could be anything!" You assure her

>But you're really only assuring yourself

>You have absolutely 0 idea why you'd smell like a female in heat, but the idea that you reek of something like that frightens you

>Who knows how you've smelled this entire time? All throughout high school even?

>Like a sex-drunk bitch, walking down the halls, dragging a trail of pheromones off of you? 

>Christ

“How do you know it's a… female's scent?" You say, holding onto a modicum of hope

>Jenna shakes her head

>"Oh, no, I'm sure of it. A female in heat will be pretty noticeable. It smells a little bit like sweat or onions, only more…" she looks to the sky, as if the words were written in the fading darkness “… more sensual, seductive? Like a perfume you really like."

>Oh

>You can't say you've smelled anything in the church other than the lingering wisps of incense — charred and aromatic, burning your nose, but in a pleasent sort of way 

>"I must just be losing it. After all, I'm fighting vampires and werewolves with you guys, right?" Jenna shrugs her shoulders. “And unless you're secretly a girl, then I'm just imagining things."

>You manage to smile a bit

>Who would pretend to be the opposite sex? Like LMAO what would you gain from it?

>Only an awkward weirdo would do that

“I promise you, I'm not a female in heat," you assure

>the vixen nods

>"Yeah I thought so. Shame though. I think you'd look cute as a girl. Anyway, plans? What are we doing?"

>Ah yes, plans

>You've been /so/ good at making and implementing those

>Shit, you were just planning to run to the store really fast and get everyone some breakfast

>And Sam some medicine

>You tell Jenna, who volunteers to stay behind and wake up Alex

>"I just wouldn't go to The Shop N' Save down the hill with Mike. I'll explain later," Jenna assures you

>Sure, whatever

>You're long past the point of needing explanations for things

>Though Mike is still asleep in your car

>You wonder if he'd be up for a ride this early?

>Afterall, it's still dark

>And cold

>And Sam has your jacket still

>You wrap your arms around your shivering body and stride towards your car, your chattering breath disappearing in wisps of steam