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The guys that did a rock version of ‘Lollipop.’”\n\n“Don’t forget Dynamite Hack’s reimagining of ‘Boyz in the Hood,’” the bat chimed in.\n\n“Hey, can we add that one to the list?” the drummer spoke up.\n\n“No,” Megan giggled. “Oh my god, Headmistress Gaithers is a sweet old woman, but she can be a hardass if you piss her off. If we played that, she’d probably see to it that we never got a paying job again.”\n\n“My point is,” the reptilian boy continued, “is that there’s nothing wrong with these songs. We just need to take them and put a Roman Incident spin on them. That way, we stay true to ourselves and our style, and the kids at the party still have fun.”\n\n“Exactly,” Megan nodded. “I haven’t been practicing bass three hours a day every day just so we can get up on that stage and suck.”\n\n“You’re getting a lot better,” Vivy said.\n\n“Thanks,” their singer replied with a slight blush. “Roderick’s been giving me lessons on my lunch breaks at school.”\n\n“Yeah? He’s cute. You gonna fuck him?” the taller girl teased.\n\n“No,” Megan said as her blush deepened. “We’re just friends. Besides, he’s not my type, and I don’t think I’m his, either.”\n\n“That’s right,” Vivy prodded. “You’re into horses nowadays. About ten inches deep, I’d guess, after watching her give you that Jacobs Ladder. All healed up yet?”\n\n“Mostly,” the bat said with a soft smile. “Thank god, too. I’m starting to get antsy.”\n\n“Alright, ladies,” Jack said. “If we’re about done picking out our song list, I have someplace else I need to be.”\n\n“Just about,” the giraffe girl answered. “I can think of ways to tweak all of these to fit our style, but I refuse to play that one.” Her finger came to rest on the paper where Megan had scrawled ‘I Love It - Icona Pop.’ “I fucking hate that song.”\n\n“Fair enough,” Megan said. “I’ll think of a song to replace it, and share it with you guys on Monday.”\n\n“Hey,” the reptilian teen said. “We’ve been short a keyboardist ever since we lost Ross, but I think we could use a little more depth to our sound on some of these songs, especially these three.” His scaled finger came to rest on the proposed set list. “I know this girl, Makena, who DJ’s at some raves. What do you think about possibly of having her join us on stage for part of the show?”\n\n“What’ll it cost?” Vivy asked.\n\n“I can see if she’d do it for five-hundred. That way, the three of us each still get fifteen, and we put on a better show,” he answered.\n\n“I like the idea,” the bat replied, “but I don’t want to commit to it without meeting her first, and seeing how she gels with the rest of us. If she likes the price, bring her to our next practice, and we’ll go from there.”\n\n“Sounds good,” their guitarist said with a grin as he slipped his arms into his leather coat.\n\n“Going to go see your girlfriend?” Vivy asked.\n\n“Yeah,” he responded as he fished his keys out with one paw as he slung his guitar over his shoulder with the other. “She’s got her first indoor soccer game this afternoon.”\n\n“When do we get to meet her?” Megan asked, but he didn’t answer. Honestly, he didn’t know how to introduce them to River. He imagined that when they found out that he was dating an eighth grader, they’d think less of him, maybe even kick him out of the band. Instead, he pretended like he hadn’t heard and rushed out the garage door towards his Blazer.\n\n[center][b]-----[/b][/center]\nThe young otter girl was sweaty and exhausted as the team slowly made their way back towards the locker room to shower and change. Despite their best efforts, Manticore lost a close game by one goal. She’d played a great match, scoring a goal and setting up Lyra with a pass that resulted in a two-two tie, but at the last minute Manchester managed to slip one past Grace. She felt like she’d let her team down, and her friends and family, Amelia, George, Juno, Daphne, and Jack. The consoling pats on her back from her teammates did little to help cheer her up.\n\n“River,” a sweet-sounding voice called from behind her, carrying a hint of a Canadian accent. Turning around, she saw Leslie approaching. The young vixen’s head hung low, and she wrapped her arms around the otter girl, pulling her into a friendly hug. “I… I wanted to apologize to you. You fought so hard to keep us in the game, and I couldn’t stop their forward from getting past me. [i]Je suis désolé.”[/i]\n\n“It’s not your fault, Les,” River said softly, patting the fox girl on the back. “Lots of things didn’t go our way today. We, as a team, could have done better, and then you wouldn’t have even been in that situation. It was just bad luck and bad timing.”\n\n[i]“Merci,”[/i] Leslie said as she broke the embrace. “You are [i]un très bon coéquipier. [/i]We will get them next time, then. No?”\n\n“Sure thing,” she replied, a soft smile forming on her lips. It was nice to be liked, respected, and appreciated among her teammates for her talents. Back in Salt Lake City, the other girls had been petty and spiteful, doing anything they could to make her look bad, even if it cost the game. While she wasn’t a fan of losing, she respected the efforts and opinions of her new friends and teammates, which was much more than she could say for her old squad.\n\nIn the locker room, Coach Archer did her best to give her girls a pep talk. “I’m proud of you ladies,” the kestrel woman exclaimed as she looked over her team. “You went out there and you played your hearts out. Yeah, we lost the game and didn’t get any points in the standings, but that doesn’t matter.”\n\nRiver nodded along with the coach’s speech, smiling to herself. Leah Archer was the first female coach she’d ever had, and it was a refreshing change. In the past, the other girls would do their best to make her look bad in front of their male instructors, craving the attention of an older man. That wasn’t the case here. The girls didn’t have the same look of sexual hunger in their eyes when they looked at the avian woman, and even if they did, Coach Archer didn’t like a showoff. [i]‘It doesn’t matter how good you are; if you can’t be a part of the team, then no team will want you, and good luck winning by yourself,’[/i] she’d say.\n\n“It’s the first game of the season, and the first time many of you have played together. Some of you weren’t eligible last year, others weren’t even in this country. But you worked well together out there, and you girls did your best. That’s all I can ask for. The play was a little sloppy sometimes, but again, this was just the first game, and it’s my job to make you better. And I will. I promise. Don’t beat yourselves up over what happened today,” Leah continued.\n\nNot only was it refreshing to have a female coach, but it was also a pleasant change to have a coach that was committed to the cause. No one ever got scolded for making a mistake, or questioned mercilessly. Coach always took it upon herself to take notes of the mistakes, and focused on improving the skills that needed improving, rather than call the girls’ heart or intelligence into question. River knew she was going to enjoy playing at Manticore, and wondered what other sports, if any, Leah Archer coached.\n\n“Believe it or not, but you need to know how to lose before you know how to win, because you’re not always going to win. Maybe you will always win in sports, I don’t know, but what about in life?” Seeing a few confused looks, she smiled and knelt down in front of Grace, the goalkeeper.\n\n“It might sound a little backwards, but beating somebody on a scoreboard? That’s not winning. Winners can still lose. Winning is what happens after the victory. You know how nobody likes it when a kid throws a tantrum when he or she doesn’t get what they want? Well, nobody likes a sore loser. Winners are poised and respectful. Winners don’t blame the refs, or point out injuries on the team. Winners accept the fact that they got outplayed and congratulate the victor,” Leah said as she patted the little muskrat on top of her head then stood back up.\n\n“Just like how winners can lose, losers can win. They’re called sore winners, and people don’t like a sore winner just as much, or maybe even more, than a sore loser. Real winners understand how it feels to lose, and are sympathetic towards the feelings of their opponents. They don’t gloat. They don’t tease or taunt. Because they’ve been there themselves, and they didn’t want it rubbed in their faces, either. Nobody enjoys defeat, but when you carry yourself like a winner, you’ll never lose. You ladies were all winners out there today. Remember that,” Leah allowed a moment of silence for her team to process her words, beaming proudly down at them. They were looking back at her, attentively, big smiles on their muzzles. “Now, go get yourselves cleaned up and changed, and meet up with your families. I’ll see you on Tuesday at practice. Great job, girls.”\n\nLess than ten minutes later, River pushed open the set of double doors leading out to the parking lot. Her eyes quickly darted around the almost-vacant lot until she found her boyfriend leaning on the hood of the car.\n“Hey, don’t look so down. You did great out there,” Jack said as she dejectedly trudged her way to his Blazer.\n“It’s not that,” she sighed as he opened the door for her and she climbed in. “I haven’t gotten that much exercise since before I moved here. My everything aches.”\n\n“Well, how about when we get back to my place I give you a massage?” he asked.\n\n“That sounds amazing,” River cooed as she slumped her tired body down in the passenger seat. “You’re so sweet to me, Jack.”\n\n[center][b]-----[/b][/center]\n“You okay?” the reptilian teen asked.\n\n“Great. It feels wonderful,” River moaned softly.\n\n“You’re pretty tense here,” he said as his strong paws worked her body over.\n\n“I know,” she sighed. “I didn’t realize until you touched me there.”\n\nJack ran one scaled paw down the otter’s slim waist, pressing a bit harder with his thumb. River sighed again from the pleasant sensation. He kept it up, his paws running down the young girl’s waist then fanning out over the gentle rise of her panty-clad butt cheeks.\n\n“Oh!” she gasped, causing a playful chuckle to escape her boyfriend’s mouth.\n\n“Good?” he asked, his warm breath tickling the fur on her ear.\n\n“Better than good,” River murred.\n\nOn Jack’s next stroke, his fingers snuck beneath the elastic of the small otter’s underwear, and she wiggled her hips back at him. River felt like she was melting with each stroke of her lover’s firm but gentle touch. She envisioned herself turning into a puddle on his bed.\n\n“Okay, that’s enough of that for a bit,” Jack said with a snicker. “I can smell your arousal, and I haven’t even done your footpaws yet.”\n\nRiver was mildly disappointed at first; he was right, the sensual rubdown was turning her on, but as soon as he touched the aching pads of her soles, she forgave him. The strong crocodile hybrid worked his thumbs, easing away the pain and tension, then pulled on each of her toes, slowly working his way up her slender legs.\nHer phone rang just then, but she just muttered into the pillow, “Just let it go to voicemail. This feels too good to let you stop.”\n\nThe cell rang, ignored, until finally getting to her voicemail. Jack’s powerful paws continued to creep further up her legs, reaching between her thighs and teasing torturously close to her dampening cunny. She bit her lower lip and softly hunched her hips towards his roaming fingers. Just as his claws grazed the edge of her panties, his phone began to go off.\n\n“Mmmmm,” she whined. “It must be Amelia. Just tell her I fell asleep on the couch, and that you’ll bring me home in the morning.”\n\n“No,” the reptilian teen said as he checked his screen. “Do you know a number that ends in 9802?”\n\n“That’s George’s number,” River said, sounding slightly surprised as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Answer it. Maybe she’s gone into labor.”\n\n“Hello?” Jack said as he took the call.\n\n*Jack? This is George Lacroix, Amelia’s boyfriend,* the voice said through the phone. *Is River with you right now?*\n\n“Yes, sir, she is. Is everything okay?” he asked. He could vaguely hear River’s aunt talking in the background. He couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but by the tone of her voice and George’s, he could tell that they were worried. River looked at him, cocking her eyebrow questioningly.\n\n*No, I’m afraid not,* the polar bear replied. *We need for you to bring her home right away. It’s a family emergency.*\n\n“Yes, sir. Can I tell River what’s going on?” the reptilian teen asked, making a motion for the young otter to get dressed.\n\n*No. I’m sorry,* George sighed over the phone. [*It would be better for her to hear it from her mother. Please, get here as soon as you can.*\n\n“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Jack promised before ending the call. As he started putting on his own clothes, he looked over towards his young girlfriend and explained, “Your Aunt needs you home right away. I could hear her talking in the background; I don’t know what she was saying, but she sounded sad. George wouldn’t say why, but it sounded urgent. He said your mother should be the one to tell you.”\n\n“My mother?” River paused, her jeans halfway pulled up. “Why would…? Oh, God! Dad!” Her eyes went wide with panic, and suddenly she started scrambling to get dressed as quickly as she could. The little otter was still in the process of buttoning her shirt as she ran from Jack’s bedroom towards the coat closet.\n\n[center][b]-----[/b][/center]\n“Mom!” the thirteen year old shouted as she shoved open the front door.\n\n“Hold on, a second, Brooke. She just got home,” Amelia said. As she handed the phone to River, she looked at the big polar bear and said. “Come on. Let’s give her some privacy.” George took the pregnant woman by the paw and gently helped her stand. River fought back the tears that had welled up in her eyes out of fear. If something had happened to her father, her aunt would have stayed to comfort her. She chided herself for panicking, and sniffled as she wiped her runny nose with her coat sleeve.\n\n“H-hi, Mom,” she said anxiously. “Is everything okay? Are you and dad both fine?”\n\n*Hi, Sweetie,* her mom’s soothing voice sounded calm and warm. *Your dad and I are both doing well, don’t worry about us.*\n\n“When I heard it was an emergency, I freaked out. I-I was afraid that something happened to dad. I miss you guys. What country are you in now?” the little otter asked.\n\n*Right now, your father and I are in Ghana, about to get on a plane to Morocco. Don’t worry, you’ll get to see the both of us in a couple of weeks,* Brooke answered.\n\n“The emergency?”\n\n*That’s right, Sweetie. Do you remember Mr. and Mrs. Talbot?*[i] [/i]her mom asked. River had to think for a moment, but vaguely remembered a fennec couple that her parents used to associate with, before Mr. Talbot’s work made them move away to Minnesota. Mr. Talbot - Anthony, maybe? - was her dad’s college roommate, while Maria Talbot had been Brooke’s best friend since grade school. As she recalled, the couple met at her parents’ wedding and hit it off immediately. Even with the distance, the bonds of friendship made them keep in touch regularly through email and the occasional call. They had a daughter, Ashley, but it had been nine years or so since they moved away, and River honestly didn’t remember her.\n\n“Kind of. Did something happen to them?”\n\n*Yes.* Brooke’s voice was heavy with grief, and it took her a moment to continue. [i]*[/i]There was a… a home invasion. When neither one of them showed up for Ashley’s soccer practice, she got a ride home with a teammate. She… she… Oh, God, River, it must have been awful…*[i] [/i]The phone went quiet for a moment as her mother fought to compose herself. *In their wills, it was stated that if anything should ever happen to the both of them, your father and I were to be entrusted with her care. We’re on our way to pick Ashley up now and sign the necessary paperwork.*\n\n“Oh, wow,” the young otter replied. “That must have been terrible. I’m really sorry for her loss, and yours. I know that you and dad were close with them.”\n\n*We were, Honey,* her mother sighed. *They were good people, and deserved so much better than this. Hold on, your father would like to talk with you. I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?*\n\n“Okay, Mom,” River replied. “I love you.”\n\n*I love you, too. Tell your aunt Amelia that I’ll call again once we land in Minneapolis.*\n\n“Okay.”\n\nA moment later, she heard her father’s comforting voice on the other end. *Hey, Princess.*\n\n“Hey, Dad,” she said. “I’m sorry about your friends.”\n\n*It’s not your fault, so there’s nothing for you to apologize for,* he said warmly. *But thank you.*\n\n“Is there anything I can do to help?” the teen asked.\n\n*Just be there for Ashley, okay? Your mother and I can handle the big stuff,* Wade answered. *But you’re going to have a new sister, and she’s going to need your help and support. She’s been through a lot.*\n\n“I understand,” she replied, before she realized something. “Should… s-should I start packing my things to move back to Utah, or are we going to live in Minnesota?”\n\n*You should start packing, yes,* he responded, making River’s heart sink like a stone. She was going to miss her friends and teammates, but most of all, she’d miss George, Amelia, and Jack. She almost started to tear up, but what her father said next made her day. *But you aren’t going to have to go very far. We’re moving to Marblecliff.*\n\n“Y-you are?” River asked, hardly able to believe her ears.\n\n*Well, your mother and I know how much more you like Marblecliff than Salt Lake City,* her father said. *And Ashley should get a change in scenery after everything she’s been through. Plus, Amelia will be giving birth in just a few weeks, so we’d like to be there for her and watch your cousins grow up.*\n\n“Have you guys found a house yet? What about jobs?” she asked, trying to contain her excitement.\n\n*Your mom is going to take some time off to help your aunt and Ashley. I just updated my resume and got it out there on Monster and a couple of other job sites,* Wade explained. *We still have most of the money from selling the old house, and we’ve found several houses on Zillow that we like in and around Marblecliff. Once we know exactly when we’ll be in town, we’ll start scheduling appointments to look at houses.*\n\n[center][b]-----[/b][/center]\n*Hey. Is everything okay?* Jack’s tired voice asked as he answered the phone. It was almost two in the morning, and although it was Saturday, River knew that he had to be at work in a few hours.\n\n“Yeah. I think,” she said thoughtfully. “Mom and dad are both fine. They’re on their way back to the States early. Some friends of theirs died.”\n\n*Ouch. That sucks,* he replied. *So, what happens now?*\n\n“Well, they’re on their way to Minnesota to pick up Ashley, their friends’ daughter. It looks like I’m going to be a big sister.” The young otter wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. It wouldn’t be the same as bringing a newborn into the house; Ashley was already eleven years old, had her own personality, her own identity. “The good news is that, with Amelia’s cubs due any day now, and Ashley’s need to get away from everything that happened, my parents are moving here, to Marblecliff. So we’ll still be able to see each other.”\n\n*Will we?* her boyfriend asked. *Think about it, River. The reason you and I are able to spend so much time together is because your aunt and George have their own lives, their own careers, to keep them busy. When your parents get here, you’re going to have your paws full getting to know Ashley and catching up with your mom and dad. You can’t bring me around them. How would you introduce me? As your friend? Your boyfriend? That second one would get me some suspicious looks, for sure. And we’d never be able to get away, just the two of us. Look, I’m not mad - your family should always come first. But if we try to keep this going under their noses, we’re both going to end up in a lot of trouble, me especially.*\n\n“Wha… What are you saying?” River asked.\n\n*River, we both knew they’d be coming back eventually. Yes, we thought we had more time, but we don’t,* Jack explained, but the otter girl refused to accept it.\n\n“We also thought I’d be moving back to Utah when they did,” she pleaded. “But I’m not. Jack, I’m staying in New Hampshire. We don’t need to -”\n\n*River, stop,* he snapped. *Trust me, I don’t want to end this, but I can’t risk it. If anyone ever found out…*\n“Why are you being so selfish? Don’t you love me?” the young girl asked, fighting unsuccessfully to keep the tears at bay.\n\n*Of course I love you,* he said, his voice getting softer. *And if we end it now, we can pick things up again in three years, once you’re sixteen. But if I got to jail… River, it would ruin me. I’d never be allowed around kids, and it would be on my record. I’d never be able to give you, or anyone, the future they deserve.*\n\n“Fuck you, Jack,” River sobbed as she broke down, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about how you used me and decided to bail as soon as things got difficult. After all, it’s not rape if I asked for it.”\n\n*River, wait!* he said, but it was too late.\n\n“Good-bye, Jack,” she whimpered softly as she buried her face into her pillow, her small frame shuddering as she let out the anger and sadness that consumed her. The little otter cried into the late hours of the night, finally stopping when exhaustion won over heartache.\n\n\n[center][i]~ It’s Not Rape If… Series End[/i][/center]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
It’s Not Rape If

Asking for it

by VerbMyNoun


November 5, 2013

“No,” the teen giraffe said as she shook her head. “No way in Hell I’m playing these songs. Next thing I know, you’ll be singing that fucking song from that fucking ‘Frozen’ movie.”

“You got us this gig,” the bat said, shutting down her friend’s protests. “What did you expect? That a mosh pit would break out in the middle of a high school formal? What kind of school did you think I go to?”

“No…” Vivy sighed, her long neck craning downward with resignation. “I just never pictured myself playing drums on teenie bopper dance songs. I… Did we sell out?”

“Think of it this way,” Jack spoke up. “Alien Ant Farm covered ‘Smooth Criminal.’ Social Distortion remade ‘Ring of Fire.’ And there was the band, what were they called? Framing Hanley? The guys that did a rock version of ‘Lollipop.’”

“Don’t forget Dynamite Hack’s reimagining of ‘Boyz in the Hood,’” the bat chimed in.

“Hey, can we add that one to the list?” the drummer spoke up.

“No,” Megan giggled. “Oh my god, Headmistress Gaithers is a sweet old woman, but she can be a hardass if you piss her off. If we played that, she’d probably see to it that we never got a paying job again.”

“My point is,” the reptilian boy continued, “is that there’s nothing wrong with these songs. We just need to take them and put a Roman Incident spin on them. That way, we stay true to ourselves and our style, and the kids at the party still have fun.”

“Exactly,” Megan nodded. “I haven’t been practicing bass three hours a day every day just so we can get up on that stage and suck.”

“You’re getting a lot better,” Vivy said.

“Thanks,” their singer replied with a slight blush. “Roderick’s been giving me lessons on my lunch breaks at school.”

“Yeah? He’s cute. You gonna fuck him?” the taller girl teased.

“No,” Megan said as her blush deepened. “We’re just friends. Besides, he’s not my type, and I don’t think I’m his, either.”

“That’s right,” Vivy prodded. “You’re into horses nowadays. About ten inches deep, I’d guess, after watching her give you that Jacobs Ladder. All healed up yet?”

“Mostly,” the bat said with a soft smile. “Thank god, too. I’m starting to get antsy.”

“Alright, ladies,” Jack said. “If we’re about done picking out our song list, I have someplace else I need to be.”

“Just about,” the giraffe girl answered. “I can think of ways to tweak all of these to fit our style, but I refuse to play that one.” Her finger came to rest on the paper where Megan had scrawled ‘I Love It - Icona Pop.’ “I fucking hate that song.”

“Fair enough,” Megan said. “I’ll think of a song to replace it, and share it with you guys on Monday.”

“Hey,” the reptilian teen said. “We’ve been short a keyboardist ever since we lost Ross, but I think we could use a little more depth to our sound on some of these songs, especially these three.” His scaled finger came to rest on the proposed set list. “I know this girl, Makena, who DJ’s at some raves. What do you think about possibly of having her join us on stage for part of the show?”

“What’ll it cost?” Vivy asked.

“I can see if she’d do it for five-hundred. That way, the three of us each still get fifteen, and we put on a better show,” he answered.

“I like the idea,” the bat replied, “but I don’t want to commit to it without meeting her first, and seeing how she gels with the rest of us. If she likes the price, bring her to our next practice, and we’ll go from there.”

“Sounds good,” their guitarist said with a grin as he slipped his arms into his leather coat.

“Going to go see your girlfriend?” Vivy asked.

“Yeah,” he responded as he fished his keys out with one paw as he slung his guitar over his shoulder with the other. “She’s got her first indoor soccer game this afternoon.”

“When do we get to meet her?” Megan asked, but he didn’t answer. Honestly, he didn’t know how to introduce them to River. He imagined that when they found out that he was dating an eighth grader, they’d think less of him, maybe even kick him out of the band. Instead, he pretended like he hadn’t heard and rushed out the garage door towards his Blazer.

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The young otter girl was sweaty and exhausted as the team slowly made their way back towards the locker room to shower and change. Despite their best efforts, Manticore lost a close game by one goal. She’d played a great match, scoring a goal and setting up Lyra with a pass that resulted in a two-two tie, but at the last minute Manchester managed to slip one past Grace. She felt like she’d let her team down, and her friends and family, Amelia, George, Juno, Daphne, and Jack. The consoling pats on her back from her teammates did little to help cheer her up.

“River,” a sweet-sounding voice called from behind her, carrying a hint of a Canadian accent. Turning around, she saw Leslie approaching. The young vixen’s head hung low, and she wrapped her arms around the otter girl, pulling her into a friendly hug. “I… I wanted to apologize to you. You fought so hard to keep us in the game, and I couldn’t stop their forward from getting past me. Je suis désolé.”

“It’s not your fault, Les,” River said softly, patting the fox girl on the back. “Lots of things didn’t go our way today. We, as a team, could have done better, and then you wouldn’t have even been in that situation. It was just bad luck and bad timing.”

“Merci,” Leslie said as she broke the embrace. “You are un très bon coéquipier. We will get them next time, then. No?”

“Sure thing,” she replied, a soft smile forming on her lips. It was nice to be liked, respected, and appreciated among her teammates for her talents. Back in Salt Lake City, the other girls had been petty and spiteful, doing anything they could to make her look bad, even if it cost the game. While she wasn’t a fan of losing, she respected the efforts and opinions of her new friends and teammates, which was much more than she could say for her old squad.

In the locker room, Coach Archer did her best to give her girls a pep talk. “I’m proud of you ladies,” the kestrel woman exclaimed as she looked over her team. “You went out there and you played your hearts out. Yeah, we lost the game and didn’t get any points in the standings, but that doesn’t matter.”

River nodded along with the coach’s speech, smiling to herself. Leah Archer was the first female coach she’d ever had, and it was a refreshing change. In the past, the other girls would do their best to make her look bad in front of their male instructors, craving the attention of an older man. That wasn’t the case here. The girls didn’t have the same look of sexual hunger in their eyes when they looked at the avian woman, and even if they did, Coach Archer didn’t like a showoff. ‘It doesn’t matter how good you are; if you can’t be a part of the team, then no team will want you, and good luck winning by yourself,’ she’d say.

“It’s the first game of the season, and the first time many of you have played together. Some of you weren’t eligible last year, others weren’t even in this country. But you worked well together out there, and you girls did your best. That’s all I can ask for. The play was a little sloppy sometimes, but again, this was just the first game, and it’s my job to make you better. And I will. I promise. Don’t beat yourselves up over what happened today,” Leah continued.

Not only was it refreshing to have a female coach, but it was also a pleasant change to have a coach that was committed to the cause. No one ever got scolded for making a mistake, or questioned mercilessly. Coach always took it upon herself to take notes of the mistakes, and focused on improving the skills that needed improving, rather than call the girls’ heart or intelligence into question. River knew she was going to enjoy playing at Manticore, and wondered what other sports, if any, Leah Archer coached.

“Believe it or not, but you need to know how to lose before you know how to win, because you’re not always going to win. Maybe you will always win in sports, I don’t know, but what about in life?” Seeing a few confused looks, she smiled and knelt down in front of Grace, the goalkeeper.

“It might sound a little backwards, but beating somebody on a scoreboard? That’s not winning. Winners can still lose. Winning is what happens after the victory. You know how nobody likes it when a kid throws a tantrum when he or she doesn’t get what they want? Well, nobody likes a sore loser. Winners are poised and respectful. Winners don’t blame the refs, or point out injuries on the team. Winners accept the fact that they got outplayed and congratulate the victor,” Leah said as she patted the little muskrat on top of her head then stood back up.

“Just like how winners can lose, losers can win. They’re called sore winners, and people don’t like a sore winner just as much, or maybe even more, than a sore loser. Real winners understand how it feels to lose, and are sympathetic towards the feelings of their opponents. They don’t gloat. They don’t tease or taunt. Because they’ve been there themselves, and they didn’t want it rubbed in their faces, either. Nobody enjoys defeat, but when you carry yourself like a winner, you’ll never lose. You ladies were all winners out there today. Remember that,” Leah allowed a moment of silence for her team to process her words, beaming proudly down at them. They were looking back at her, attentively, big smiles on their muzzles. “Now, go get yourselves cleaned up and changed, and meet up with your families. I’ll see you on Tuesday at practice. Great job, girls.”

Less than ten minutes later, River pushed open the set of double doors leading out to the parking lot. Her eyes quickly darted around the almost-vacant lot until she found her boyfriend leaning on the hood of the car.
“Hey, don’t look so down. You did great out there,” Jack said as she dejectedly trudged her way to his Blazer.
“It’s not that,” she sighed as he opened the door for her and she climbed in. “I haven’t gotten that much exercise since before I moved here. My everything aches.”

“Well, how about when we get back to my place I give you a massage?” he asked.

“That sounds amazing,” River cooed as she slumped her tired body down in the passenger seat. “You’re so sweet to me, Jack.”

-----

“You okay?” the reptilian teen asked.

“Great. It feels wonderful,” River moaned softly.

“You’re pretty tense here,” he said as his strong paws worked her body over.

“I know,” she sighed. “I didn’t realize until you touched me there.”

Jack ran one scaled paw down the otter’s slim waist, pressing a bit harder with his thumb. River sighed again from the pleasant sensation. He kept it up, his paws running down the young girl’s waist then fanning out over the gentle rise of her panty-clad butt cheeks.

“Oh!” she gasped, causing a playful chuckle to escape her boyfriend’s mouth.

“Good?” he asked, his warm breath tickling the fur on her ear.

“Better than good,” River murred.

On Jack’s next stroke, his fingers snuck beneath the elastic of the small otter’s underwear, and she wiggled her hips back at him. River felt like she was melting with each stroke of her lover’s firm but gentle touch. She envisioned herself turning into a puddle on his bed.

“Okay, that’s enough of that for a bit,” Jack said with a snicker. “I can smell your arousal, and I haven’t even done your footpaws yet.”

River was mildly disappointed at first; he was right, the sensual rubdown was turning her on, but as soon as he touched the aching pads of her soles, she forgave him. The strong crocodile hybrid worked his thumbs, easing away the pain and tension, then pulled on each of her toes, slowly working his way up her slender legs.
Her phone rang just then, but she just muttered into the pillow, “Just let it go to voicemail. This feels too good to let you stop.”

The cell rang, ignored, until finally getting to her voicemail. Jack’s powerful paws continued to creep further up her legs, reaching between her thighs and teasing torturously close to her dampening cunny. She bit her lower lip and softly hunched her hips towards his roaming fingers. Just as his claws grazed the edge of her panties, his phone began to go off.

“Mmmmm,” she whined. “It must be Amelia. Just tell her I fell asleep on the couch, and that you’ll bring me home in the morning.”

“No,” the reptilian teen said as he checked his screen. “Do you know a number that ends in 9802?”

“That’s George’s number,” River said, sounding slightly surprised as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Answer it. Maybe she’s gone into labor.”

“Hello?” Jack said as he took the call.

*Jack? This is George Lacroix, Amelia’s boyfriend,* the voice said through the phone. *Is River with you right now?*

“Yes, sir, she is. Is everything okay?” he asked. He could vaguely hear River’s aunt talking in the background. He couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but by the tone of her voice and George’s, he could tell that they were worried. River looked at him, cocking her eyebrow questioningly.

*No, I’m afraid not,* the polar bear replied. *We need for you to bring her home right away. It’s a family emergency.*

“Yes, sir. Can I tell River what’s going on?” the reptilian teen asked, making a motion for the young otter to get dressed.

*No. I’m sorry,* George sighed over the phone. [*It would be better for her to hear it from her mother. Please, get here as soon as you can.*

“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Jack promised before ending the call. As he started putting on his own clothes, he looked over towards his young girlfriend and explained, “Your Aunt needs you home right away. I could hear her talking in the background; I don’t know what she was saying, but she sounded sad. George wouldn’t say why, but it sounded urgent. He said your mother should be the one to tell you.”

“My mother?” River paused, her jeans halfway pulled up. “Why would…? Oh, God! Dad!” Her eyes went wide with panic, and suddenly she started scrambling to get dressed as quickly as she could. The little otter was still in the process of buttoning her shirt as she ran from Jack’s bedroom towards the coat closet.

-----

“Mom!” the thirteen year old shouted as she shoved open the front door.

“Hold on, a second, Brooke. She just got home,” Amelia said. As she handed the phone to River, she looked at the big polar bear and said. “Come on. Let’s give her some privacy.” George took the pregnant woman by the paw and gently helped her stand. River fought back the tears that had welled up in her eyes out of fear. If something had happened to her father, her aunt would have stayed to comfort her. She chided herself for panicking, and sniffled as she wiped her runny nose with her coat sleeve.

“H-hi, Mom,” she said anxiously. “Is everything okay? Are you and dad both fine?”

*Hi, Sweetie,* her mom’s soothing voice sounded calm and warm. *Your dad and I are both doing well, don’t worry about us.*

“When I heard it was an emergency, I freaked out. I-I was afraid that something happened to dad. I miss you guys. What country are you in now?” the little otter asked.

*Right now, your father and I are in Ghana, about to get on a plane to Morocco. Don’t worry, you’ll get to see the both of us in a couple of weeks,* Brooke answered.

“The emergency?”

*That’s right, Sweetie. Do you remember Mr. and Mrs. Talbot?* her mom asked. River had to think for a moment, but vaguely remembered a fennec couple that her parents used to associate with, before Mr. Talbot’s work made them move away to Minnesota. Mr. Talbot - Anthony, maybe? - was her dad’s college roommate, while Maria Talbot had been Brooke’s best friend since grade school. As she recalled, the couple met at her parents’ wedding and hit it off immediately. Even with the distance, the bonds of friendship made them keep in touch regularly through email and the occasional call. They had a daughter, Ashley, but it had been nine years or so since they moved away, and River honestly didn’t remember her.

“Kind of. Did something happen to them?”

*Yes.* Brooke’s voice was heavy with grief, and it took her a moment to continue. *There was a… a home invasion. When neither one of them showed up for Ashley’s soccer practice, she got a ride home with a teammate. She… she… Oh, God, River, it must have been awful…* The phone went quiet for a moment as her mother fought to compose herself. *In their wills, it was stated that if anything should ever happen to the both of them, your father and I were to be entrusted with her care. We’re on our way to pick Ashley up now and sign the necessary paperwork.*

“Oh, wow,” the young otter replied. “That must have been terrible. I’m really sorry for her loss, and yours. I know that you and dad were close with them.”

*We were, Honey,* her mother sighed. *They were good people, and deserved so much better than this. Hold on, your father would like to talk with you. I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?*

“Okay, Mom,” River replied. “I love you.”

*I love you, too. Tell your aunt Amelia that I’ll call again once we land in Minneapolis.*

“Okay.”

A moment later, she heard her father’s comforting voice on the other end. *Hey, Princess.*

“Hey, Dad,” she said. “I’m sorry about your friends.”

*It’s not your fault, so there’s nothing for you to apologize for,* he said warmly. *But thank you.*

“Is there anything I can do to help?” the teen asked.

*Just be there for Ashley, okay? Your mother and I can handle the big stuff,* Wade answered. *But you’re going to have a new sister, and she’s going to need your help and support. She’s been through a lot.*

“I understand,” she replied, before she realized something. “Should… s-should I start packing my things to move back to Utah, or are we going to live in Minnesota?”

*You should start packing, yes,* he responded, making River’s heart sink like a stone. She was going to miss her friends and teammates, but most of all, she’d miss George, Amelia, and Jack. She almost started to tear up, but what her father said next made her day. *But you aren’t going to have to go very far. We’re moving to Marblecliff.*

“Y-you are?” River asked, hardly able to believe her ears.

*Well, your mother and I know how much more you like Marblecliff than Salt Lake City,* her father said. *And Ashley should get a change in scenery after everything she’s been through. Plus, Amelia will be giving birth in just a few weeks, so we’d like to be there for her and watch your cousins grow up.*

“Have you guys found a house yet? What about jobs?” she asked, trying to contain her excitement.

*Your mom is going to take some time off to help your aunt and Ashley. I just updated my resume and got it out there on Monster and a couple of other job sites,* Wade explained. *We still have most of the money from selling the old house, and we’ve found several houses on Zillow that we like in and around Marblecliff. Once we know exactly when we’ll be in town, we’ll start scheduling appointments to look at houses.*

-----

*Hey. Is everything okay?* Jack’s tired voice asked as he answered the phone. It was almost two in the morning, and although it was Saturday, River knew that he had to be at work in a few hours.

“Yeah. I think,” she said thoughtfully. “Mom and dad are both fine. They’re on their way back to the States early. Some friends of theirs died.”

*Ouch. That sucks,* he replied. *So, what happens now?*

“Well, they’re on their way to Minnesota to pick up Ashley, their friends’ daughter. It looks like I’m going to be a big sister.” The young otter wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. It wouldn’t be the same as bringing a newborn into the house; Ashley was already eleven years old, had her own personality, her own identity. “The good news is that, with Amelia’s cubs due any day now, and Ashley’s need to get away from everything that happened, my parents are moving here, to Marblecliff. So we’ll still be able to see each other.”

*Will we?* her boyfriend asked. *Think about it, River. The reason you and I are able to spend so much time together is because your aunt and George have their own lives, their own careers, to keep them busy. When your parents get here, you’re going to have your paws full getting to know Ashley and catching up with your mom and dad. You can’t bring me around them. How would you introduce me? As your friend? Your boyfriend? That second one would get me some suspicious looks, for sure. And we’d never be able to get away, just the two of us. Look, I’m not mad - your family should always come first. But if we try to keep this going under their noses, we’re both going to end up in a lot of trouble, me especially.*

“Wha… What are you saying?” River asked.

*River, we both knew they’d be coming back eventually. Yes, we thought we had more time, but we don’t,* Jack explained, but the otter girl refused to accept it.

“We also thought I’d be moving back to Utah when they did,” she pleaded. “But I’m not. Jack, I’m staying in New Hampshire. We don’t need to -”

*River, stop,* he snapped. *Trust me, I don’t want to end this, but I can’t risk it. If anyone ever found out…*
“Why are you being so selfish? Don’t you love me?” the young girl asked, fighting unsuccessfully to keep the tears at bay.

*Of course I love you,* he said, his voice getting softer. *And if we end it now, we can pick things up again in three years, once you’re sixteen. But if I got to jail… River, it would ruin me. I’d never be allowed around kids, and it would be on my record. I’d never be able to give you, or anyone, the future they deserve.*

“Fuck you, Jack,” River sobbed as she broke down, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about how you used me and decided to bail as soon as things got difficult. After all, it’s not rape if I asked for it.”

*River, wait!* he said, but it was too late.

“Good-bye, Jack,” she whimpered softly as she buried her face into her pillow, her small frame shuddering as she let out the anger and sadness that consumed her. The little otter cried into the late hours of the night, finally stopping when exhaustion won over heartache.


~ It’s Not Rape If… Series End


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