 
Chapter 25: The Dance

(Septham 23rd-25th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

I finally acclimated to the school lifestyle. I adapted to waking up way earlier than I wanted to, eating breakfast, and traveling with my siblings to the building. The schedule was facile to follow. I would go to my assigned classroom at the applicable time, deal with my shitty locker after the period’s finis, barely arrive at my next class, and repeat.

I was in the middle of transitioning between my third and fourth periods when I noticed something peculiar. A pitch-black, feminine Fenri stuck a large, variegated poster on a wall and left. I went for a closer inspection, observing the handmade, colorful picture. It was about a dance on Septham 25th to celebrate Þýyraekuorja just a few days before Ökuvæð, and it was also for the school’s first match of Mettevéúrokkig. That probably explained why multifarious boys were hanging out with the girls more often since the second week of the month and gaining steam. As usual, none of the former made any attempts toward me, most likely of who I was or possibly my intimidating appearance.

I celebrated Ökuvæð and Þýyraekuorja back in the shack, so I had some guesses as to what would occur in the dance. However, I mainly did them with mom and Lárus. Occasionally, the residents in Kelna invited us for carousal during them. Fortuitously, Manasína was nearby, so I got her attention.

“What’s this?” I inquired, pointing at the poster.

“It’s a dance for Þýyraekuorja and the school’s upcoming first game,” she answered. “It’s one of the most popular parties held here. Actually, all of the institution’s convivial convocations are superlatively societal.”

“Am I allowed to go?”

“It’s an open invitation to anyone unless they’re parents decide otherwise. As a precaution, it’s best if you’re with someone. It will be boring if you go by yourself, and people tend to know who doesn’t have a date and make that person miserable.”
“I assume it’s the boys that propose first?”

“Traditionally, yes. On occasions, a male would be popular enough that the girls will clamor to get him to take one of them.”

I glanced at the remaining masculine Fenri within my sight. “Then, why have none offered to me?”

“Their odium towards you would be my best conjecture, which sucks because the date is rapidly approaching.”

I’ll use the opportunity to mend my stigma, anyway, I thought. It wouldn’t hurt for Lárus to try, also. “Have you accepted any offers?”

Manasína shook her head. “I haven’t received one, but I could care less. Róstran will be my date anyway once I take initiative.” She looked at a nearby clock. “We need to get to class right now.”

My opportunity to alert my twin brother arrived at lunch. Our relationship was still solid for us to sit adjacently to each other without immediately sundering one another’s throats. We escorted Róstran to the cafeteria, so he sat with us shortly after we did.

“I just found out that there’s a dance in a couple of days,” I spoke.

“The Þýyraekuorja dance,” Róstran stated before shoving another bite into his mouth.

“Yes.” I turned to Lárus. “Interested in going?”

“You’re asking me out?” Lárus replied.

“No. That’s actually what a boy’s supposed to do.”

Lárus pointed to himself, touching his chin, “So, I,” and he gesticulated at me, “ask you out?”

I ignored the pleasant butterflies in my stomach. “No!”

“Good, because I believe that would be weird if we go as a couple.”

“I meant would you ask someone else, or do you plan on staying home?”

Lárus held his hands together and rested on them, staring at the ceiling. “Hadn’t given it any thought.”

“I believe it could increase our chances of locating a future mate for the ceremony.”

“It could.” My consanguineous sibling lay in his chair, hands behind his head. “Probably all the catches are already claimed.”

As if on cue, Ásyvör walked behind him and me on her way to her group with a food tray. “Hi, Lárus,” she spoke ostentatiously, drawling out his name.

“You can try with her,” I uttered. I could tell Ásyvör’s group had its attention on my brother.

“I could,” Lárus replied. He glanced at the feminine party, and we heard them giggle profusely. “I take you don’t have someone.”

I shook my head. “Not a single person made any attempt to ask me out.”

“I could go with you, Kaera,” Róstran enunciated meekly.

“That’s very kind of you, Róstran. However, Manasína will confront you about going to the dance with her. I don’t want to screw up her chances.”

“Oh.”

“You’re not interested in Manasína?”

“You should give her a shot at least,” Lárus said. “You two are compatible enough to have your own lingo.”

“Yeah, but she has assiduous energy and exhibitionistic for my liking.” Lárus stared at Róstran in confusion. “Manasína’s too hyper and doesn’t care about how many dyads of eyes stare at her. She has no shame. As someone who finds those types of people debilitating and excoriates public congregations, I can tell I’ll have a splendid time there.”

“She’ll try anyway and will be incessant,” I alerted Róstran.

“Terrific.” Róstran heaved a sigh. “I’ll go if you two can come, and I recommend finding a date.”
Lárus turned to the table where Ásyvör was at. “Wish me luck.” The chair made a noise as he slid it back and vacated it. I beheld him ambulate to her and briefly chat with her. She squealed, erupted from her spot to envelop him in her arms, and kissed him repeatedly on the cheeks, turning my blood into a caustic substance. He returned to Róstran and I anon. “Look who scored himself a date.”

“Congrats,” I replied, managing to subdue the asperity in my voice. “Now, it’s my turn.” Easier said than done.

I waited for somebody to ask me out during the rest of school, and not one offer entered my ears. Instead, all I saw was more macho fenri asking their feminine counterparts or vice versa. I even saw them parade their testicles and sheaths in the locker room, jostling the genitals around to impress the females.

The next day, I went on the offensive. It so did not go according to plan. My awkwardness in interacting with peers hindered my progress. Initially, I was too demure to form coherent sentences, stumbling over my words. I was met with rejections due to the targets already having somebody to go with— whether those were guileless or simple excuses to get rid of me remained to be seen. Inflamed by misfortune, I got more audacious, using a portion of fury as fuel. I discovered fast that my forwardness and temerariousness chased away my options.

During study hall, I groaned and planted my head into my arms at the lack of suitors for the dance. Any boy could possibly suffice since I mainly want to expand my network and search for a future husband at the dance. It seemed I was doomed to go alone, although Manasína’s advice recommended I stay home if that was the case. I began cogitating the idea of going with Róstran. Maybe Manasína wouldn’t mind sharing him with me or could care less about arriving without a partner. He was right about her not letting anything abash her, so I could picture her not giving a fuck about going unaccompanied.

My opportunity came presumably at the last possible minute. After the gym, I dried my fur in the locker room with a towel. I turned towards the pool and jumped at the sight of Gellir, dropping the habiliments in my hands. He was dripping wet and grinning, and my eyes were attracted by the part of his penis protruding out. There was nothing to obscure my arousal from him if I wasn’t accustomed to being naked in public by now.

“H-hi, Gellir,” I stammered.

“Hey, Kaera.”

I observed Gellir plopped on a bench and began jerking his pecker. He was unconcerned about jacking off in public, and no one that watched him cared he masturbated. “Umm.” I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Gellir turned his eyes in my direction. “I hope you don’t mind if I take care of a personal matter.”
“It’s not that.” I witnessed the opulence of Fenri having sex, from my parents inside the house to strangers engaging in intercourse in public, even having coition with Lárus plenty of times in clandestine, that I was unfazed by a male wanting to empty his balls this brazenly. The problem was the possibility of him getting in trouble because of his age. “Shouldn’t you have a potion for that?”

“I ran out and couldn’t resist until I reached my home.” Gellir became decumbent, getting into his session. “Besides, I doubt transgressing to this degree one time would result in severe castigation if someone here cared enough to report it.” I noticed several classmates not batting an eye as they ambulated past us, got dressed, or just conversed while he jerked his chicken. His length and girth were a tad smaller than my brother’s dick; I wouldn’t mind taking his maleness in my womanhood if he was the one. “Quick question, Kaera.”

“What is it?”
“Did someone ask you to go to the dance with them already?”

I let out a brief exasperated sigh. “No, and my advances scared them off.”

“Would you like to go with me?”

I felt my heart race near the same velocity as when I fornicated with Lárus. Gellir, of all people, asked me out. One of the masculine Phenomenal Five members, possibly at Hrafnir’s level, wanted to go to the dance with me. “S-sure”

Gellir’s grin grew wider. “Terrific.”

“Kind of cutting it close, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be ingenuous, you weren’t my first pick.”

“Who was?”

“Some girl with golden-brown fur.” Gellir briefly chuckled, and his strokes aggrandized in speed and force. “You think that some guy as notable as me would have bitches falling at his, begging for him to select one of them. That’s not the case with me. Their nerves got the best of them, and they shut up and run from me— not this one chick, though. She was one of the special ones that had the intrepidity to be my girlfriend. Unfortunately, she followed the trend of breaking the news that her family was relocating— this instance was her going way up north to Akujorni, and she alerted me awhile ago. I tried rolling the dice multitudinous times in— each one was an otiose attempt. Then, I saw you, and you were reminiscent of the golden Fenri. The feelings I had toward were still raw, so it took me until now to ask you, and you instantly made the day extra special.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You already said enough. Fuck.” Gellir began ejaculating miraculously without his knot presenting itself, and everybody was nonchalant about witnessing him shoot semen. “Ahhh, that’s much better,” he uttered once his testicles ran dry. He got up, retrieved a nearby damp towel, and cleaned the cum off himself and the floor. “I’ll pick you up at around five o’clock.” I saw him saunter off, believing he deliberately swayed his butt to show off to me.

I was giddy about having someone to go to the Þýyraekuorja dance with. Not just anyone, though— I had Gellir. He was doubtlessly the best option to propel my future forward. I jogged jocundly to Manasína first. When I arrived, she just donned her teal, flowery bra, dropping her matching panties with a ribbon. Hjálmveig and Sæarún had their breasts and sexes covered in dark blue and pink underwear, respectively.

“Somebody’s feeling blithe— what’s the news?” Manasína inquired.

“Gellir just asked me to go to the dance with him.” I started to squeal when I heard the three girls shrill jovially.

“That’s stupendous; how auspicious for you to go out with someone like him.” Manasína commenced her walk away from me, Sæarún, and Hjálmveig, unbothered by being bottomless. “Hey, Róstran! Kaera just scored a date to the dance!”

“Congrats on the date,” Sæarún uttered. Hjálmveig gave her felicitation to me also.

“Thanks,” I uttered. “Is this a formal dance or?”

“Just come as your are, basically, “ Hjálmveig answered. “A little touch-up here and there wouldn’t hurt, but the code of wearing clothes in school aside from gym doesn’t apply to it, so you can go naked.”

“Thanks, again.”

I went to the bathing pool, knowing my brother was still there. He was the last one in the water, and I observed him submerge himself, popping up seconds later. The crud on his fur besmirched the water.

“You’re taking your sweet time,” I uttered.

“It was just my luck the one path I took ended up with the most mud,” Lárus responded, scratching his pilose physique. “I’m uncovering more shit in the most unexpected places. I swear I need a shower at home to finally get rid of it.” He got out of the pool, and I got a decent shot at his package.

“I have some good news. Someone just asked me to attend the dance, and I accepted it.

“Nice. Who is it?”

“Gellir.”

My brother’s ears twitched. “Ok. I guess we both need to freshen up after school.” I expected a comment from him about my potential paramour, but he didn’t.

Withal, my brother brought up something important that coincided with Hjálmveig's reply to my question earlier. My ordinary style wouldn’t do for the special occasion. I needed to spruce myself up, and time wasn’t on my side. The panic about the narrow window and the shock of Gellir asking me out hit me like a rampaging Mountain Bull, causing me to go into a scatterbrained, joyful frenzy.

I had to tell mom to spread the wonderful news and seek her guidance. I barged through the front door with my siblings trailing behind me. Several maids dad had hired to check up on her, us, the pups, and the house frequently before he left were inside, acknowledging me with a wave. They informed Lárus and me that she was in her bedroom, so we went upstairs, and I smelled a puissant, unmistakable odor emanating from the open chamber. She was having sex, although her mate was out of town.

“Mom,” Lárus spoke from the hallway.

“Come on in,” she huffed from her room.

“Are you sure?” I inquired.

“Yes.” We went inside, discovering her going down on a pellucid, fake Fenri phallus. Her vaginal secretions made it effulgent, and she fondled her primary mammillae and the secondary dyads. The auxiliary pairs of tits were in the process of disappearing into her fur. “You two need something?”

“Kaera and I scored date to a dance at the school tomorrow,” Lárus replied.

Mom beamed at the news, not ceasing the stimulation of her sex. “That’s wonderful.”

“We -or at least I- want advice on our appearances,” I spoke.

“I assume it’s because of Þýyraekuorja.” We nodded. “Then, there’s no code, and probably can go naked unless the law’s changed to prohibit nudity further. I can lend my personal touches to each of you once I finally achieve my orgasm. Is Róstran going?”

“He is once he knew we got dates.”

“I shall tend to him also.”

“Is that what I think it is?” Lárus asked, indicating the phallic device.

“Yes, son, it is.” We give her a weird look. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m not restricted to potions like both of you.”

“But your heat-“ I uttered.

“I resisted for nearly sixteen years. I can handle a few months for your father to fuck me real hard when he returns. This will do until then.” The dark stain on the bedsheet expanded as she howled, “Oh, Faer!” She sighed audibly after her climax subsided. “Whew— that hit the spot, for now.” The saturated dildo easily slid out of her personal crevice. “Now, let’s see your wardrobes.”

Mom scoured our closets and dressers in our bedrooms, tossing the clothes on the beds. I had a brief panic of her discovering Lárus’s lecherous arts of me and questioning them, but he either destroyed them or hid them somewhere else unlikely for her to search. She mainly appeared disappointed at his attire though I didn’t come out of it unscathed. We followed her back o her chamber, where she raided her closet.

“Your father wouldn’t mind if I borrow a couple of his clothes that fit you best, Lárus,” mom uttered. “It appears the three of us will go on a shopping trip in the very foreseeable future.” She pulled a set for my sibling and another for me. They appeared like mundane raiments except for a formal touch to let our partners know we were taking the dance a bit more seriously. “I’ll have to do each of your furs tomorrow, and I have some perfume and cologne for you two to try also.” An iota of excitement escaped her, and she wiggled her naked physique. “Ohhh, my oldest pups have their first dance and their first dates.” She began to vacate her room. “Time to see if your stepbrothers need a wardrobe change.” It turned out Dágfárik, Rýnaki, and Róstran had better garments than Lárus’s and mine after she finished her inspection.

The day came for the Þýyraekuorja dance, and mom had Lárus, Rýnaki, and Dágfárik in her room due to them needing to leave earlier. My jaw dropped when I saw my twin brother. The stepbrothers were also attractive, but her minor touches on him made Lárus more alluring than them. I felt a tingle in my loins, even though he barely appeared different than he normally did.

Róstran and I were next to enter mom’s bedroom, and she wanted us to strip naked, acquiescing to his request to allow him to cover his junk. She finished brushing and spiffing him up quickly so he didn’t have to suffer being nude for an extended duration. It was my turn, and I had to grunt a few times when her brush came into contact with knots. Other than that, she was delicate and skilled with that comb. It undoubtedly was better having someone loosen my fur than me by myself with a mirror as she got to the harder areas. I already appeared more beautiful without her selection of clothes, and I could perceive her merrily humming a song.

“What’s that song?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s from way back when I went to school dances, including ones during Þýyraekuorja.” Mom let out a delightful squeal. “I’m so happy for you and your brother.”

“Did my actual dad take you to them?”

I saw mom become melancholic and wipe a tear from her right eye. “Your actual father took me to every single one of them, and they were some of the best moments in my life. We used to dance, ignoring the entire room as we stared into each other’s eyes— his hand pressing firm against my hindquarters.” She shook some sense back to herself. “I almost came close to rambling.”

After brushing my fur, mom gave me a few quick spritzes of lavender perfume, and I donned the clothes she selected. Looking at my reflection in a mirror, I was taken aback by how gorgeous I was from the simple adjustments. They showed that I was serious about going on a date with someone but still casual to make the suitor feel underdressed or suggested I wanted a fancier setting.

The timing couldn’t be more impeccable as I heard the door knock a couple minutes later. I answered it and saw Gellir and a nude Manasína on the porch. My cheeks reddened, and I insufflated my lungs deeply at the sight of him. He was just as handsome as my brother, admiring his grin. Even mom had to whistle at his figure.

“Hello, hot stuff,” she commented.

“Mooom,” I reacted.

“Just because I recognize attractive males doesn’t mean I plan on stealing them. I am happily satisfied with my mate.”

“I bet your mate does a terrific job at doing that. I’m Gellir Rikkasæn, Mrs. Brákfurífen ” Gellir introduced himself to mom.

“Oh, you can assuredly bet on that. Call me Hlédís.” She waved everybody goodbye as we exited the door. “Have fun.”

“We will,” I responded.

“One more thing, Kaera,” I heard mom shout seconds later. She was in the entryway when I turned my head. “Make sure you think things through before you act.”

“I will.”

Gellir didn’t mind Manasína and Róstran hitching a ride in his carriage with us. He sat directly across from me, with her on his left. I was blushing and internally becoming coy as we looked at each other and made small talk during the ride to the dance.

We followed a steady stream of Fenri into the cafeteria, where most of the tables and seats were gone to aggrandize vacant space. Banners and other decorations hung from the ceiling, and I noticed one of the rare instances of the kingdom using magic to create dazzling lights. I heard a band playing songs that were popular within Canir.

I glanced between Gellir and Manasína. “Now what?”

“We can grab some beverages and snacks,” Gellir answered. “I haven’t had much since school.”
“I’m going to dance,” Manasína responded, dragging Róstran into the middle of the pilous horde that consisted primarily of naked Fenri. He was so taciturn with his movements that she had to manipulate him like a puppet.

The comestibles were like a mini-Carnivorous Hangout, the selections of fleshy goodness covering the elongated row of tables. I saw shredded meat and sausages among the offerings. The tubular, fatty pieces of meat were either served as is or wrapped in dough, ranging from single bites to entrees. One delicacy I observed was köllúkgarjæ, a thick bread cut in a half-circle stuffed with shredded pork, a reddish sausage, and topped with thick, brown gravy.

I tried one of the reddish sausages as is since I never had the opportunity to try one. All I could taste was the liberal dose of spice that had a puissant, smoky flavor. I flocked to the four bowls of drinks on the farthest end, selecting the vibrant blue liquid by scooping with a ladle and pouring it into a cup. The libation had tiny bubbles that tickled my mouth as I guzzled it down. Gellir walked up to me with a piece of the crimson sausage in his mouth, the munificent spice not hindering his ability to grin.

“Show off,” I grumbled.

“It’s not bad once you get past the initial spice,” Gellir replied. He presented a bite to me on a fork. “Here, try it again.” I did and followed the definition of insanity to the letter, hastily drinking more beverages.

I saw my brother and Ásyvör ambulate to the viands, observing him pick up the sausage that contained a portal to the hellish landscape of Salföðgrí inside. Knowing how he handled the fiery food challenge earlier, I immediately responded, “Don’t eat that unless you desire an infernal inferno in your mouth.” He paused with the food floating in the middle of his open muzzle, placing it where he got it.

“Thanks,” Lárus uttered. His demeanor changed when he saw Gellir.

Ásyvör tapped her foot impatiently. “Come on— hurry up.”

“Let me get a minute to eat first.”

Ásyvör glanced at a clock for several seconds. “Ok, it’s been a minute.” She dragged my brother away to continue dancing.

Ingileif was at the dance with a different Fenri, and she appeared where Gellir and I were. The sweet efflux of cocoa from her made it to the limelight. “What’s that odor?” I inquired.

Ingileif became excited and jittery. “Oh my god, Kaera, I need to show you this.” She rummaged through her various pockets, pulling out a bottle of perfume. “The Elves at the company in Aeyis released this limited edition line, and this is the best perfume ever.”

I got a huge trifle as Ingileif removed the cap, which dwarfed all my collection's artificial scents. “Oh, Faer. Where can I get it?”

Ingileif sealed the diminutive bottle, placing it in one of her pockets. “Unfortunately, good luck with that. The perfume is incredibly popular, and very few bottle still exist if any. It was fortuitous I encountered one, so I blew my allowance and exhausted future allotments for my father to purchase one. I’m definitely saving it for my Mating Ceremony. I hope Rýnaki’s a fan.”

“Damn,” I uttered bitterly.

I felt a hand latch onto my right appendage, glancing that way to see Gellir. “Let’s get some dancing in. Shall we?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

Gellir led me near the center of the group, and we began to dance. Initially, I winged it, following Manasína’s advice. At least the music was appropriate for the improvisations. The band played multitudinous songs that were hits nationwide with music from outside the border. When it played foreign music, I heard the singer’s thick accent as he sang the lyrics.

I heard the music change in beat, and Gellir held me in place. He assumed control, leading the routine. Despite my lack of experience, he made it easy to follow him. He was adroit at knowing what moves to make at specific intervals. I spun as I moved away from him, and my body revolved again as he pulled me back. All the other couples and subgroups had their own routine. Some were graceful. Some were not. I saw my brother on one end of the group and Róstran and Manasína with a smaller party with trading cards, most likely Champions of Noß.

The band played another song, and Gellir’s eyes instantly lit up. “I love this song.”

“What is it?” I inquired. I was unfamiliar with the tune.

“My Precious Possession by the Enforcers.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“It is.”

We slowly rocked back and forth as our legs sluggishly moved in a circle during the song. I saw my brother looking around over Gellir’s shoulder, and we made eye contact. Ásyvör caught on, and she made him focus on her, appearing jealous. I had a bizarre burn in my stomach towards them, although Gellir washed that away with his eyes. Manasína and Róstran were the next couple I noticed, and her competitive nature was visible, making a clandestine move I suspect was illegal.

All the potations I quaffed came back to haunt me, desperately seeking the nearest bathroom. Gellir followed me to one, and I went in alone, detecting the scent of procreation inside even though I beheld no other pairs of legs. We waited in the hallway after I urinated, noticing Sæarún, her brother, a naked Hjálmveig, and their respective partners arrive and enter the cafeteria. Perceiving a door open on our right, we observed a pair come into our view, the masculine half arranging his junk in his pants, and the effluence of sex was stronger. I had room to suspect it was hormones instead of the two breaking a rule, and we watched them return to the dance.

“Mind if I ask a question?” Gellir inquired.

“Go for it,” I replied.

“Are you enjoying tonight?”

“It’s one of the best moments of my life.” Although, I didn’t have much, to begin with.

“I’m glad.” We heard the band do another round of My Precious Possession. “I assume you’re not, but I want to be sure before I ask another.”

“What, that I’m single?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I hadn’t been with other people in my entire life, and that hasn’t changed since my mom’s Mating Ceremony.”

“Would you like me to end that streak?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Are you suggesting—“

“That I want you to be my girlfriend?” Gellir finished my line of thought. “Yes.”

I sensed my heart beat harder as I became flustered, pressing my back against a locker. “I’m not sure.”

Gellir got intimately closer to me, still having his signature grin. His breaths melted my defenses. “Allow me to convince you this one time.”

Our lips touched, and sparks flew right at the song’s chorus. The osculation was long, deep, and passionate, and my eyes were shut. My arms inspected his body, naturally gravitating to the areas I enjoyed on my brother’s figure, and I also felt his fingers exploring my physique. We playfully brushed against each other’s sexes. Then, we slightly rubbed them on one another. He pinned me harder and got more assertive. I moaned as I savored the roughness, but a hidden instinct told me I had enough. Surprisingly, it took more effort to get him to relent, giving me a chance to breathe. I noticed Lárus was in the hallway staring at us for Faer knew how long before my sibling disappeared.

Gellir gently turned my visage to face him. “So, what do you say?”

I gave him the most warming smile I could muster. “Sure.” I enhanced my decision and solidified it further by kissing Gellir again, except briefly.

Róstran wanted to leave, so I had to cut my time short with Gellir. Gellir was slightly disappointed, but he and Manasína accompanied us and dropped us off. I told mom about the dance, and she got all agog when she heard about a potential future with Gellir.

Shockingly, I was fatigued from the party, so I retired to my room. I stayed awake in bed while listening to my twin brother enter through the front egress. The most recent events finally started to sink in, causing my arousal to spike. I had a boyfriend. My chances of someone claiming me as a mate during the Mating Ceremony greatly increased, and so did my future. All I could think of was my pussy finally taking a knot within it, and the thought coaxed me to caress it repeatedly.
