Strip Tease By Cinnamon DeWolf Copyright 1991 by Cinnamon DeWolf No part of this text may be altered, modified, or deleted without previous written consent by the author. The music starts with a slow, even beat that's just soft enough not to be felt. In the dimmed light, a wolf wearing a leather jacket, jeans and soft-soled shoes begins dancing, moving slowly in time with the rhythm. He barely moves, making it almost seem like his motion is the imagination of the fox lying on a sofa across the room. She watches with impassive blue eyes, looking both intent and impartial at the same time, as if she is waiting for something to interest her. The music changes tempo slightly, and the wolf begins picking up his to match. Almost imperceptively, the wolf begins running his claws down the sides of his body, not suggestively but invitingly. The fox's eyes never change from the same look of anticipatory interest, and her motionless form contrasts with the gyrations occurring across the room. The wolf again runs a claw down his body, only this time it is his chest he touches, ruffling the fur there. He gets as low as his belly and turns away to finish the gesture, trying to disappoint her as well as pique her excitement. When he faces the fox again, he takes hold of one lapel of the jacket and removes that side slowly, being sure not to remove the other half. From beneath the clothing the fox can see a t-shirt concealing the wolf's chest.A shadow of - something - crosses her face at this, and encouraged the wolf removes the rest of the jacket. This time, however, he fails to get any sort of reaction from her, and he disappointedly resumes his movements. Now with the jacket on the floor and the music changing again, the fox uncurls herself slightly from her position, shifting into a more comfortable one. The wolf lifts a leg into the air, balancing on the one foot and twisting into a seemingly impossible shape as he continues bringing it up until it is above his shoulder. He slowly removes the shoe from the raised foot, and brings the leg back down until he is once again in a balanced stance. He lifts the other leg into a triangle shape, almost like a flamingo, and releases the other shoe, tossing it out of the way with the other. However, instead of bringing it firmly on the floor he lowers himself on the one leg until he is sitting cross-legged. Continuing the motion, he stretches himself out until he is lying flat on his back. Although he can't see it, the fox once again allows a flicker of some unrecognizable emotion to show on her face. It lasts for a moment and like the last is gone almost as soon as begins. The wolf brings himself to his feet, like water flowing upwards He grins, his teeth like lights in the dimness of the room, and hooks a claw into the upper part of his shirt. Effortlessly he rips downwards, parting the material and allowing his fur to show through. Reaching the bottom of cloth, he pulls each side apart and purposefully arches his back, removing the garment to each side of his body. He bares his teeth as the last of it comes off in a classic gesture. When he looks at the vixen he notices a slight tugging at the corner of her muzzle. His eyes narrow in suspicion, but he does not falter in his rhythm. He turns around, allowing her a view of his back. He reaches upwards towards the ceiling and bends backwards, further, further, until his hands lay on the floor behind him and he brings his legs up and over in a back walkover. The fox raises an eyebrow, she recognizes the maneuver as a difficult one. The wolf has his back facing her again, and this time sinks to his knees with his arms held behind his head. He falls forward and catches himself just in time, rising to his feet again and pivoting to face her. By now, the music is nearing a crescendo, and the wolf is running his hands over his body, starting at the neck and moving lower, caressing his chest, his arms, his sides. Suddenly, a noise breaks the even sound of the music. The wolf again pauses, eyes searching the fox's face. She is trying to look innocent now, but it is obvious that her muzzle is curling upwards. When the shirtless wolf stops completely and crosses his arms angrily at her, she begins giggling uncontrollably. The angrier he gets, the more she can't conceal her laughter until she is holding her sides and laughing so hard tears are coming out of her eyes. The wolf strides over to the stereo and in one vicious motion shuts it off, and turns to face her directly. "Whats so damn funny?" He demands of her. The fox, now gasping for breath, replies "You just look so... so... _serious_ there, like-" She breaks off and goes into more gales of laughter. "Now look Raki, you were the one who wanted this. I wanted to go to a movie but noooo. You insisted we try this. 'Always thought about it' you said. 'Always wanted to try it' you said. So whats so hilarious about _that_?" He looks a little less furious but more hurt with her mirth. "I know, I know, but I didn't expect you to look-" She breaks off to try to breathe. " so ridiculous. I just know you too well and when you started trying to take off your jeans like that... Shuah, you're the most eager wolf I know. I don't think you've ever taken off your pants slowly in your life. I just couldn't-" She once again throws her head back and laughs uproariously, her front shaking suggestively. Shuah lifts his muzzle in indignation, but slowly a smile creeps across his face too. But his is less humorous and more evil, as he realizes she is not paying attention to his actions . He leaps towards her and sits on her legs, their tails intertwining behind him. She abruptly stops her noises as her air is forced out of her with a whoof. The wolf grins mischievously "If that's so funny, then what about _this_?" On the final word he begins tickling her mercilessly, poking her in the ribs and squeezing her sides. She starts laughing uncontrollably and begs for him to stop, squirming and kicking and trying to escape. He continues his torture until she gathers her wits enough to tickle him back, and after a brief struggle they end up laying on opposite sides of the sofa and breathing hard, tears still leaking from their eyes. "Okay, I give. I shouldn't have laughed. But the whole point of this was to see if I would like it. I didn't mean to make you mad, I'm sorry." She looks over at him hopefully. "I'm not that mad. It was just you had begged me to do this, and I didn't think it was very fair when you were the one getting the chuckles." He grins at her. "So does this mean we can do that thing next week I had asked you about before? You know, the one where-" By the time he finishes tickling her this time, she's too tired to consider it anymore.