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Viola (right) (c) SAME!
Patches (doll on the right) (c) Hasbro .... probably.
It was always a shock when Viola remembered how her mother dropped her off at her Aunt Donnovan's house and never came back. It took her an entire month before she realized her mom probably wasn't coming back.
The coyote never really had much purpose and spent many sleepless nights playing with her doll, Patches, a hand-me-down from her older cousin.
Being a scatterbrain and mentally awkward from a deadly car accident a few years ago, Viola tends to bug the hell out of her older cousin, Vera Donnovan, with her lack of interesting or coherent conversations. She also lacked respect for privacy and has weird voyeuristic obsessions with simply watching Vera type on her computer at night (not creepy, just fascinated of course).
In this house, Viola did not have much to do because the Donnovan adults were seldom home and Vera tended to ignore her.
Viola had no real friends. Not yet, anyway.
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One night, while counting her Fig Newton treasury, Viola heard a knock at the window. As she pensively approached, the sight of two dilated pupils pierced through the darkness. Viola, however, was not afraid. She was more entranced than anything; having somebody stare at her from the second story window was rather confusing and amazing at the same time.
Viola opened the window just to have the distant sounds of police sirens infiltrating her room. Odd, she hadn't heard police sirens since she left her old home but she was still quite used to it.
Out, in cold night and hanging from the window sill, was a trembling Welsh Springer Spaniel; her teeth glistening in the light of Viola's room from her somewhat strange and distorted smile. She had twigs and sticks in her hair and also stuck to her clothes.
"¿Hola?" Viola greeted curiously; leaning her head outside to get a better look at the canine.
In an almost fake and forced tone, the girl outside softly responded "Hello! Uhm... Re-- I... I need some help for uh..."
Her breath was visible as she held up her arms to show off a palette of fresh cuts illuminated in the orange tinted light. Viola gasped and, being the overemotional girl she is, started to tear up a bit. She pleaded for this stranger to enter her room and so the stranger did -- quite awkwardly too as she rolled inside and fell flat on her back.
Viola sniffled as she pulled out her "emergency booboo kit" for she was no stranger to injuries being the self-destructively clumsy girl she is. (She liked to consider herself a fully certified nurse after Vera once slightly injured herself cutting carrots. Vera, of course, wanted nothing to do with Viola and helped herself. Why Viola still considers herself a nurse was a mystery) Viola began to clean and bandage the little doggie's wounds and she was finally able to get a good look at this girl. In Viola's mind, she was deemed as something worthy to poke at. Therefore, very attractive.
The girl, looking back at Viola, deemed her as something worthy to not hurt. Therefore, she was attracted to Viola's car accident scars... plus her favorite color is yellow and Viola's eyes were quite yellow.
They introduced themselves to one another in a very disjointed manner. The girl said "Somethingsomething.... Ree goes by Ree, please call her this".
The switch to third-person would have been jarring if Viola caught the shift.
"And... my name is Viola... Viola is pronounced... VAI oh LAH!"
Her fingers danced as she emphasized her unnecessary 3-time pronunciation. Ree was very amused, this being a quick realization that they both had very odd speech impediments.
They spent the rest of the night telling each other stories as Viola meticulously cleaned out the dirt and twigs stuck in Ree's fur and hair. Viola made it very clear that she hated dirtiness and snuffed it out as soon as she could. Ree laughed at this.
"Ree is always dirty." she nodded.
"Ahh, no bueno, will clean you when you come here then." Viola responded.
At some point, Viola shared some of her precious off-limits Fig Newtons. Ree did not like them but ate them like it was an entire dinner. It was either through respect or sheer starvation.
Throughout the night, Viola had this never-ending case of tummy-butterflies to the point where she felt like she was going to be sick... but in a good way of course. She also noticed that her cheeks were burning up -- maybe she really was getting sick. She didn't know about that, but what she did know was how whenever Ree told a story or even said... anything... Viola had extreme reactions of joy and other weird emotions. Ree talked about her eye itching and it nearly made Viola cry.
Ree felt unusually comfortable and found herself talking about things she normally wouldn't even address to herself. Odd. Her cheeks hurt from laughing so much. Ree also found herself amazingly aroused whenever Viola would lie down on her back which prompted her shirt to slide up revealing a big ugly scar on her little tummy. Ree looooved scars.
After Ree left in the wee hours of the morning, Viola found herself back to her amazingly dull rut. She sat in her room with her legs crossed almost all day. Darn, Ree was probably never going to come back. She felt very hungry, but even when she ate enough to get full, she still felt hungry. It was very strange.
Then, that night, an amazing thing happened. She heard a knock on her window and saw those creepy dilated eyes pierce the darkness.
"Ree... opened up her cut today..." The Spaniel shoved a box of Fig Newtons at Viola as a tribute of sorts. "Can Viola fix Ree up again, pleaseplease?"
This became a nightly ritual between the two where Ree would show up around midnight with fresh cuts in odd places. Some of them even looked intentional, as if Ree was looking for a reason to show up in the first place. Viola genuinely loved Ree's company either way.
One night, Ree felt very perturbed. She really wanted to do something, but couldn't ascertain what it was until Viola suggested to introduce her to a closet full of bootleg toys. (Viola's obsession with bootleg toys knew no bounds)
"This is Mockey Mouse, my Shrukbank, my PockyMan ball, my collectors DVD of National Man, my ... uh... grandma's bowling shoes and here is Obama10... oh, and my older cousin Vera's old stuff." she swayed her doll, Patches, as she pointed out each of the toys to Ree who had inexplicably began to take off her extra large T-shirt and jacket.
Viola didn't really know how to respond to a mostly naked Ree standing before her with only her underwear and AnthroSmart handkerchief. The butterflies in her tummy became angry hornets and she began to tremble as Ree pulled her out of her pajamas and hooked her tail under her training bra and slid them off.
Ree's actions had no meaning but they continued anyways. There was no build-up, no reasoning, but Viola just went along with whatever Ree was doing.
They both shared their first kiss in this dark closet illuminated by the skinny slits of light from her room while Patches watched like he always does. Viola, being a crybaby about most things, began to happily bawl her eyes out. Ree felt a weird sensation of power and joy at the same time and was legitimately enjoying herself; even watching the tears fall from Viola's eyes. Though disliking Fig Newtons, she loved the taste of it on Viola's lips.
Though not engaging in anything overtly sexual afterwards, both of them felt similar ecstasy as one who had just finished having sex. They did, however, shyly show off for one another leading to Ree ogling over Viola's many bodily scars. Ree called them sexy and Viola retreated back into her clothes, her shyness overwhelming her.
They did, however, share a few more kisses before the morning when Ree had to inevitably leave again.
Viola couldn't wait for the next night.