And the adventures of Trixsie, Vixen at large, continue! (in part 4):
The fox leaves Tyga setting up the sleeper cab and heads to the toilet block to clean up. Her pack is soaked and her shattered art set and toiletries have leaked and almost everything is ruined. The lighting is cold and flickering from cheap fluorescent lights and the mirrors are metal but she could still see she looked terrible. She fills a sink with hot soapy water and takes off her blouse, washing it as best she can. Once sleeve is ruined and she tears the excess away and removes the other side to match, drying it off under the pawdryer. Setting it aside she rinses her hair, the warm water like the reviving breath of a paramedic first on the scene of an accident. To think, a day ago I would have worried that I don’t have conditioner. She puts her hair up wet while she cleans her injuries and does an all over wash. Those wolves are gonna pay, I’m sure it will spare some poor future vixen harm, but it’s not for them, it’s for me, for revenge, for justice. The fox lets her hair out and uses the pawdryer again smiling that this is the first time she’s done this outside of a nightclub. Getting dressed she heads back to Tyga only to find him sitting on the swings. He turns his head at her near silent footsteps, wordlessly beckoning her over with a soft smile. The vixen sits on the swing beside him facing the opposite direction and swings while he remains still. “Wow, um, I mean… “ Tyga stares at the transformed Trixsie clearing his throat he starts over “I didn’t realise you were a red fox, figured you were a Rodent Of Unusual Size”, the fox laughs at his Princess Bride reference, throwing her head back in the joy of the moment as he continues “I just wanted to talk briefly before we eat. You might say talk business before we relax. I’m not sure where you’re headed but the next town along the highway is Lextalionis. I can take you there, but I can’t take you further… my uh, current contract is very specific about no passengers” the tiger’s pale blue eyes search the ground idly, a look of doubt on his face. Bringing her swing to rest the fox stands before the great cat, his soft ears still higher than hers, despite sitting so low. “Tyga” she speaks his name like a blessing but he continues to study the dirt “you saved my life. You’ve been thoughtful and chivalrous and you’re worried you can’t take me further?” He looks up then and sees her expression as their eyes meet, a low growl of desire escapes him involuntarily and the impulsive vixen kisses him suddenly. His reservations forgotten, he returns her kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her off the ground as he stands. The fox, oblivious to the fact she has been swept off her paws, has her eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Her mouth filled with his breath and the touch of his tongue, her mind filled with his eyes and his strength; time is lost to her.
The mid-morning sun wakes her and she scents her favourite prey: bacon. Opening her eyes she sees she is in the luxurious sleeper cab, she is bundled in blankets. It is not clear whether the second bunk has been made or not unmade Oh my Dog… coffee! “Morning little one” calls the tiger and continues his whistling as he tends the small cooking fire. The bacon is crisp and the coffee is bitter, they tiger and the fox sit in pleasant silence, neither aware that this is the happiest the other has been in a long time. They work as a team to break camp and before long they are on the road again.
“So” asks Trixsie “what is there in this…” “Lextalionis?” Tyga finishes her sentence, “not much, a general store, a mechanic, a hotel or brothel depending on the time of day and… I suspect the wolves will be there too. If they are the ones I suspect you had your run in with”. The fox grins “well, that’s for the best then. It doesn’t sound like a place to linger in and the sooner I explain their mistake to them, the sooner I can leave the town and the wolves behind me”. Her eyes are bright and Tyga is wise enough in the ways of vixens that he spares them an argument she will never concede. As they journey onward they talk of music and books and jokes and realise over and over how much their tastes overlap. Tastes overlap thinks Trixsie and remembers their kiss, the rest of the night as blurred as the ‘Welcome the Lex Talionis Falls’ sign they race past.
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