Hey there folks, we hope you are all feeling well. We already have mid-February. The time is running so fast. Nikki and I want to use this opportunity to tell you a few things about what has happened here recently. First, I will tell you a few things, and Nikki will take over for the second part.
Part 1: Balto
Let us begin with Christmas, as the entry about New York ended with a mention of how much Nikki liked the present I got for her. Some may remember that it was a first edition of T.S. Elliot's book “Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats.” For Nikki and me, this was the second time we celebrated Christmas as a couple. Mom got new bedsheets and a bedding set made from Egyptian cotton. It is so soft, it’s unbelievable. Mom wanted to have this for such a long, but never wanted to spend the money on it. Nikki’s mom got a special album with a collection of all the best Musical Songs, for Mr. Kofi we bought a set of high-quality knifes. He loves to make BBQ, so this was the best present we could think of. Well, he had to pay one cent to us for it. It brings bad luck to give knives away. At least, mom said so.
Nikki’s parents on their side gifted us all with a trip to the spa over New Year’s Eve. I can’t tell you how relaxing this was. The warm water, the massages, I even got my first manicure and pedicure. We watched a large fireworks display while sitting in an outdoor whirlpool, it was fantastic. Nothing better than beginning a new year with your best friends and the love of your life.
The main reason why Mrs. Kofi had the idea for the spa was, well, me. During our trip to New York City, I had several, how should I call them, sightings of something, or better said, someone, who wasn’t there. Mrs. Kofi meant it probably was the stress, and suggested a stay at the spa she and mom went to as Mr. Kofi, Nikki and I were camping with Mikey and his father back in October.
Next to the presents we gave to our parents, Nikki and I had written a little letter, which we read to them together:
To our dear parents. You gave us life; you raised us up. You protected us, gave us safety, no matter what. You were there to aid us, was it a broken heart or just simple cuts. You accompanied us in sadness and joy, and you more than once saved our butts.
We want to thank you for everything you did. Without your support, we would have never made it so far. Without your constant support, we would never have managed to stay together. We know we don't say this often enough, so please believe us when we say it today. From the deepest depths of our hearts,
We love you.
Even now, I still begin to cry every time I read this. I apologize for being so emotional. Nikki and I really won the parent lottery before we were born. At this point, I have to mention Mr. Kofi in particular. If you had told me on this evening in May 2020, that he will be one of our biggest supporters, I would have called you a liar. But he didn’t just become a supporter. He also became a protector, a teacher, an advisor for Nikki and me. Mom often says that she is happy for having him as a father-figure for me. Honestly, I couldn't think of a better one, either. Well, beside my dad, of course. Mr. Kofi is, for me, the perfect example of what a father should be. Let us move on. Back in January, we had two unexpected visitors. My paternal grandparents, to be more precisely. As you might know by now, the story of us Anthropomorphs is still quite young. There weren’t many generations yet, and my grandparents aren’t as old as you might think. They are now in their late 50s. Yes, they are some of the first Anthropomorphs ever created. I can’t say how glad we can be that the fight for equal right didn’t take such a long time for us. If my history books are accurate, it took no longer than two or three years. Hm, maybe I can add a few more details here. The first of our kind were not born naturally. They were born and raised inside tubes in laboratories all around the world. My grandparents once told me that they belong to those who were born in such a way. As soon as they were ready, they were sold to some rich humans as servants. That was also the place where they met for the first time. The fell in love at a young age, and before my father was born in 1979, the Anthropomorphs were granted full human rights. Why they are both religious is still, and will always be, a mystery for me. How can they believe or worship a God who lets things like slavery happen?
But ok, that should not be our topic for now.
It was early on the morning of January 8th when the doorbell rang. Like most weekends, Nikki was spending the weekend with me. She had gotten up to get something to drink when our unexpected guests arrived. As she was in the kitchen at that time, it was her who opened the door. Nikki didn’t know them up to that moment. She thought they were Jehovah's Witnesses or something like that. My girl already wanted to close the door again, as mom joined her to see what was wrong. Long story short, it was the beginning of a terrible day full of false claims and disputes, including the classic that Mom was to blame for my father's death. They also repeatedly mentioned that we have to thank them for this house. It once was a gift to my father, which he received from them as a gift the day he and mom got married. Nikki soon had heard enough and called her parents for help. The cavalry arrived only minutes later. Mr. Kofi almost exploded after he heard the constant insults against my mother. Only after he threatened to kick them out, they stopped and became a little friendlier. Nonetheless, we were all happy when they finally left. I guess that I don’t have to explain why I don’t like it visiting them.
Before I finish my part of this entry, I want to tell you about something more pleasant. After a brief discussion with the other members, I was allowed to practice together with Nikki’s theater group. They are all so nice to me, especially Raphael and this Bengal girl, Angelike. They are currently preparing for a funny play written by William Shakespeare named “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. And as Nikki wrote it in our entry about her first big play, Raphael asked me to take the role of Puck. I guess it is because I am the smallest of them. I have a lot of fun playing him during our rehearsals, even though learning these strangely written lines is really hard work.
Well, that should be it for my part. Nikki, your turn.
Part 2: Nikki
Ok, what will I write about? Oh yes, I know. The Darwin's Hope Comic Con 2022 will open its gates pretty soon. This year, Balto and I will make a Star Wars-themed cosplay. Believe me, our Cosplays kick ass! Raphael and the rest of our theater group helped us design and print most of the armor and accessories we needed with a 3D printer. My father insisted on building the weapons for us. He still manages it to surprise me, as he did an astonishing job with them. Especially with my blaster pistols. We only had to buy one of the weapons on the website of this comic store in New York. It is a heavy toy version of the Dark Saber, complete with light and sound effects. Balto wanted to have it so badly for the cosplay, even if it wouldn't been necessary for it.
The reason we decided for a Star Wars themed cosplay was that we watched every available TV series of that franchise. We both loved the Mandalorian armors, which is why the decision was made rather fast. We spent hours with studying poses and movements, mostly with the help of the “Howling Musketeers”. Oh, I forgot to mention that. We finally found a name for our group. This one won by far.
Good what else. I guess I will simply tell you a bit about my last days while I prepare myself for the next exam.
Last Monday, I was called to the director Schaeffer's office. He wanted to speak with me about New York, since he finally got a letter from the Minskoff Theater's director. You can imagine how nervous I was. Fortunately, what was written in that lesser was highly positive. Stark College has even been invited to a competition in Minskoff, where we will compete against several other student groups in front of a real audience. Actually, this won't be the first time Stark College joins a competition like that. But so far, our school never won anything in these competitions. This makes the whole thing even more important for our group. We musketeers debated the entire night about what we would show there. In the end, we decided on “A Midsummer Night's Dream”. We have been preparing for this play for this for quite a while now, so this was the most logical decision. If Balto can be a part of our group in New York isn't decided yet, we still have to ask for director Schaeffer's permission. Since this is a college competition, it could be a bit tricky to bring an outsider with us. If he is allowed to come with us, doggy will need a lot of training, just like everyone else. But we will make it. We will show the world what we Anthros are capable of. We will show everyone that we can be more than porn stars.
Well, let us move on to something more personal. *sighs* Well, let us move on to something more personal. Two Years. Balto and I are celebrating our two-year anniversary this year. In May, to be exact. None of my former relationships lasted that long before. Not even close. I have to think of something special for that day.
You know, I have been thinking a lot about certain things lately. If Balto were older, I would ask him to marry me. Yes, I would. That would be a fantastic thing to do on our second anniversary, don't you think? But he is far too young for that, even for a proposal. I doubt the little wolf would even understand what that really means. Heck, I don't know if I really know it. I simply can't wait to wear this outstanding wedding dress mom made for me. Some of you might remember the photo of it from the beginning of our entry about the camping trip with Mikey. Dad told me that Balto had some sort of system crash after he saw a photo of me wearing this dress. Oh, now I know what I will do for our anniversary. I will wear my red dress from the “Dance of the Vampires” play, sing and dance with Balto. That is perfect. He loved this red dress.
Ok, what else? Oh, yes. Something nice for the finale.
Yesterday, I had just taken a long, relaxing bath, I was sitting naked at the desk inside my room. I turned on the PC, wanted to use the next couple of hours to study, as my mother knocked on the door. She didn't come in right away, instead she asked me kindly: “Nicole, can I come in for a moment?” I turned around in my chair to look at the door and replied: “Sure, mom.” The door opened, and my mother entered the room. After she had closed the door behind her, she made a few steps over to my bed to sit down. She looked at me with a smile, seemed to enjoy the view. This may sound arrogant, but I can't blame her. She gave me all the best genes I could get from her. After she didn't say anything for at least a minute, I asked: “Do you need something, mom? I was just about to learn for my next exam.” A smile appeared on her face. “I only wanted to ask if you are hungry, Nicole. You missed dinner today.” I glanced at the clock on my computer screen and was a little shocked to see that it was already past 9pm. “Damn, I am so sorry, Mom. I totally forgot the time.” My mother had to laugh. “No problem, my darling. There's plenty of food left. Shall I heat something up for you?” A kind offer, but I shook my head. “Thanks, mom. But I will come downstairs with you. I want to see the weapons dad made for Balto and me.” Mom nodded at me. “Oh, your father has been working on these things all day. It really means a lot to him that you let him help. He's still in the workshop, I think he's working on the finish.”
Smiling, I stood up from my chair. Then I noticed my mother looking at me. I could feel her eyes wandering over my only fur-covered body. She seemed to be inspecting every inch of me. It was a strange feeling. It was nothing new for me to be naked in front of my mother, but her gaze made me uncomfortable at that moment, so I asked her while I looked down at myself: “Is everything ok, mom? Do I have something on me?” My question seemed to startle her a bit. “Oh, no, everything fine, Nicole. I was just thinking. You became such a beautiful young woman. No wonder, Balto can't keep his eyes off you.” I sighed when I grabbed a shirt from my bed, and also some panties. Regarding my mother's remark, I said: “How good for me that Balto isn't just interested in my body.” My mother now seemed to be ashamed by her comment. While she looked down to the floor, she apologized: “I am sorry, Nicole. I never intended to say that he only likes your looks. I know how much Balto loves you. It is just, well, you are a beautiful woman.” I stepped closer to my mother, took her hands into mine, smiled, and looked her in the eye, while she stood up from my bed. To cheer her up, I told her: “I got that all from you, mom. I wouldn't estimate you older than 25. I bet you could come to college with me without anyone asking questions.” Mom was flattered., and she chuckled. “Thank you, Nicole. Felt good to hear you saying that.” We went downstairs to the kitchen, where I used our microwave to warm up some food. Mom and I sat down at the kitchen table, and while I ate, we continued our conversation. A certain happening during our stay in New York came into mind, as I ate my portion of Spaghetti with meatballs. “Mom, may I ask you about your friendship with Christa?” I asked after I gulped down a piece of meat. My mother giggled at my question. “Sure, what do you want to know?” I took a deep breath. “Well, mom, I know you had, and have, sex with her. It seems that Balto is fine with it, as he wants his mother to be happy. He even was fine with Christa having sex with you and dad together. But for me, honestly, it feels strange. I mean, Christa is my boyfriend's mother.” My mother needed a moment to think, before she answered: “Nicole, I have known Christa since High School. I don't know if she has told you that we took each other's virginity when we were fourteen. Since that day, we enjoyed each other's body quite regularly. Sleepover meant for us always to experiment. Even after I met your father, and after Christa had met Balto's father, Sebastian. In fact, and you know that from Balto for sure, Christa, your father, Sebastian, and I shared the bed more than once. Therefore, I can imagine why you enjoy your sex with Balto so much. I mean, I love your father, but uff, nothing better than a canine cock.” I had to interrupt her. “Mom, the last time you and dad had sex with her together was before Balto was even born. My parents had sex with the mother of my boyfriend. That is weird.” My mother only laughed. “Nicole, have you ever looked at nature? Some weird stuff is happening out there every day. Cheetahs, for example, are known to inbreed.” Like before, I interrupted her. “Mom, that is because the number of wild cheetahs dropped drastically thousands of years ago. That has nothing to do with you fucking with my boyfriend's mother.” Mom, slightly disappointed, sighed, then she said: “Nicole, think about Balto for a moment. He is okay with it because he wants his mother to be happy. Christa hasn't had sex with a man since Sebastian died 14 years ago. I can make her feel good, yes, but I can't give her everything. Please, Nicole. You've always been an open-minded girl. I mean, if you look at your relationship, wouldn't you call that a little weird, too?” My gaze went down to the table. “Yeah. Sorry, mom. But please explain one more thing to me. Up in my room, you looked at me the same way Balto often does it if he can't believe that I am really there.” Mom gave me a warm smile. “Nicole, let us ignore the fact you are my daughter for a moment. Like I said before, you are a beautiful, young woman. Your hips are to die for, your cute butt, and your legs always drove the boys crazy. Are you really surprised I was looking at you?” At first, I became a bit disgusted by that. But then I understood the big compliment mom just gave me. I asked without thinking much about it: “Mom, answer honestly. Would you have sex with me, if I were not your daughter?” She looked at me, tilted her head and gently touched my cheek with her right hand as she spoke to me in a silent voice: “Yes, I would. Besides, I know you also had sex with Christa. Another reason why I don't understand your concerns about me and your father having sex with her. May I ask you something now?” I nodded at my smiling mother: “Sure,” I said. My mother cleared her throat, then she asked a more than direct question: “Did you enjoy the sex with your boyfriend's mother?”
For a brief moment I was speechless, then I tried to explain it to her, without going too much into detail. “Well, mom, it was nice. I had sex with my friend Trish before, but Christa has way more experience. The sex with her was so intense. But I still prefer to do it with Balto.” Mom nodded at me. “Of course. When I remember the sounds you made that morning in New York right, your young canine must be pretty talented. And yes, the sex with a wolf can be intense, especially at the end. Those knots are just, uff. Is it hot in here?” I giggled about this. Mom seemed to remember how it was for her to hang with a canine. But I ignored that a bit by saying: “Well, I taught Fluffy a few things about pleasuring a girl. What can I say, he is a good student.” Mom stood up, grabbed a glass of water, drank it in one go and then walked behind me. My heart began to beat a little faster, as she touched and massaged my shoulder while she said: “Your father and I are so happy for both of you.” Her muzzle came closer to my ear. Her whiskers tickled my ear, causing me to giggle as she whispered: “Your fur feels so soft. I hope Balto knows what he has with you, Nicole.”
Mom's words were a bit embarrassing for me. I answered her, “Mom, please. Balto knows exactly what he has with me. And I know what I have in him.”
I heard a whispered “good” coming from her, then I felt her hand first wandering deeper beneath the wide shirt I was wearing. Only on my back, but it still made me feel uncomfortable, which is why I asked her to stop: “Mom, please stop. This feels even more weird than the fact we both had sex with the same person.”
My mother stopped and pulled her hands out, then she excused herself for her behavior: “I am sorry. Your fur is so soft, I couldn't resist. Your scent is wonderful, and your fur so soft. Is that still this shampoo from Fur Care?” My mother, while still standing behind me, sniffed and inhaled my scent. I replied, “Yes, it is. Balto also uses it. He often says that the girls at his school often ask him about the secret of his soft fur. And can you now please stop sniffing on me, mom?”
My mother apologized again. “Sorry, Nicole.” She went back to the chair she was sitting on before and sat back down before she continued: “Perhaps, we should change the topic. I know that you were called into the principal's office on Monday, but you haven't told me why. What did he want from you?” A wide smile appeared on my face as I replied: “He told me that my theater group was invited to a competition in New York. We are supposed to perform in front of a real audience again. We hope that we get the permission to let Balto join us, but we need to speak with our director about this first. Our play will be “A Midsummer Night's Dream”. We have been preparing ourselves for it for quite some time now. The competition will be in a few months, we are all so excited. I hope so much that they will let Balto join us. We need him as Puck. And this could be a good way for him to get a paw into Stark College's door. We can only win in this.” Mom tried to calm me down. “Nicole, as happy as I would be about that. Balto is only fourteen, it will take him a few more years, until he can even think of college. Neither nor less, this sounds like a big chance. Have you told Christa about it yet? I mean, she has to decide first if she allows Balto to participate in this competition.” I shook my head. “No, we haven't asked her yet. Do you think she will allow it?” Mom stood back up to make some coffee with our coffee machine. “She sure will. A second trip to New York would be fantastic for all of us. I hope you can finally see more of the town this time.” I stretched and yawned. “Sure. This time, I definitely want to do more sightseeing with all of you.” My mother sat down again, with a cup of coffee in her hands. Something bothered her. “Nicole, do you really think Balto could handle this? I mean, he is still almost a cub. And you know how shy he usually is. A play in front of a big audience could leave a trauma if something goes wrong.” She wasn’t wrong. Balto is still shy. But he showed it several times by now, that he doesn’t let his fears take control of him. I mean, he rocked this karaoke bar with his version of “Can you feel the love tonight.” Full of confidence in my mate, I replied: “Balto will do great, mom. You have seen him on stage. And since the time we sang together in New York, he became even more self-confident. The members in my group all love him. And the audience will adore him.”
Mom nodded with a smile. “Well, just don't put him under too much pressure, Nicole. During that evening in New York, something snapped inside his little head after the people in that bar applauded him. I fear that this could happen again, but in the other direction, should the audience in that theater doesn't like him. You know what, I wanted to go over to Christa now. Would you like to join me, and we speak with her about all this together?”
She didn't need to tell me that twice. I quickly finished my meal, and we walked over to the Star Residence. Balto has a thing with naming things that way. To make this short, Christa gave her ok, Balto was as happy to see me as I was happy to see him, and we all had a great time together. But since I really have to learn a bit more now, I will end this little entry at this point.
