An Alpha's Vixen

MYRA

Myra had been feeling strange hot spells all day. Now, as she lugged a couple of shopping bags up the front steps of her twin sister’s house, sweat trickled down her back.

Myrielle opened the front door and pulled Myra in for a tight hug.

“Thank goodness! Another person! Please tell me you’ve come to save me from myself!”

Her massive pregnant belly made the hug somewhat difficult and uncomfortable.

“Why are you on your feet?” Myra demanded. “You should be on bed rest, sister darling.”

Myrielle pouted and ushered Myra inside. “Please don’t tell Benji. Um, where’s your Jeep? You look like a drenched puppy.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, sis. As for my Jeep, it’s still in the garage. I wish Megan would stop screwing Baron long enough for him to do his job.”

Myra smiled as she placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter. She headed straight for the fridge, pulled out a bottle of ice-cold water, and rested it against the hot skin of her neck.

“I hope I got everything you wanted. Thinking about baking a cake in your condition?”

“Umm…,” Myrielle stammered guiltily, then squealed as she unpacked a jar of vanilla frosting and Nutella. “You are a godsend. Hand me that jar of pickles from the back of the fridge, please.”

“What are you…?” Myra started to ask as she handed Myrielle the jar.

Myrielle took out a pickle, sucked the juices off it, and stuck it first into the Nutella, then into the frosting.

“You wouldn’t… Oh God, you did.” Myra gagged.

Myrielle rolled her eyes back as she slowly chewed the strange combination of foods.

“Your pregnancy cravings are disgusting.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it. By the way, what’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know. I was fine just before school started this morning. However, twenty minutes into my first session, I started feeling queasy. It’s like I’m having hot flashes.”

“Hot flashes? Like in waves? Almost to the point where you feel the need to rip your clothes off and hump every adult male in sight?”

“Y-yes?”

Myrielle dropped the pickle and started laughing hysterically. At first, Myra stared at her twin in confusion, but the longer, louder, and harder Myrielle laughed, the more her confusion turned to panic.

“Hey, you’ll laugh that pup right out of you. Stop it.”

“It’s not hot flashes, dummy. You’re in heat.”

Myra stared blankly at her twin sister before laughing too. She grabbed her stomach, doubling over, trying to breathe and control herself.

“Me? In heat? Apart from the weird pregnancy cravings, you clearly also have pregnancy brain.” Tears streamed down Myra’s cheeks.

“Trust me, I remember the first time I went into heat. It was just before Benji and I met—” Myrielle stopped suddenly and grabbed Myra’s shoulders. “Oh my god, your mate! They must be nearby.”

“I’m not in heat,” insisted Myra. “I must just be coming down with something. And stop all this crazy talk about mates. Geez, misery seriously loves company.”

“I’m so happy for you. You’re gonna be mated.”

“No, I’m getting sick, and possibly wasted. Megan is forcing me to go to the club tonight, and I need a pair of shoes to complement my outfit.”

“In heat and clubbing. Stock up on condoms!” Myrielle shouted as Myra left the kitchen.

“Drinks, you horny pregnant weirdo. Only drinks and possibly lots of dirty dancing. So please shut up.”

Myra rolled her eyes as she entered Myrielle and Benji’s bedroom and headed straight for the closet. Myrielle had a wall of shoes of varying heights and colors.

“Sure. Drinks.”

“You know you’re pregnant, right? Some of these shoes should be illegal for someone in your condition,” Myra said, shaking her head disapprovingly.

“Are you sure you want to borrow a pair? They’re the reason I’m in this condition.”

Myrielle smiled brightly as she climbed onto the bed, rubbing her protruding stomach.

“Promise me you’ll be safe out there tonight,” said Myrielle. “All these attacks are really freaking me out.”

“Of course I’ll be safe,” replied Myra. “You just need to worry about that little pup in there. I’ll be fine.”

As Myra tried on different shoes, inspecting each pair in the mirror, she tried to picture the man from her dreams, but his face was still just out of reach. The now familiar heat radiated through her body.

She left her sister’s house with the perfect pair of ankle-breaking, strappy heels that would go perfectly with any outfit she wore. They were pale pink five-inch pumps with silver spikes on the heels.

It was the spikes that drew her to the shoes. They gave her a certain edge that made her feel confident, like a badass. School teacher by day, sexy vixen by night.

When she got home, she went straight up to her bedroom. She needed a nap.

She quickly stripped off her clothing and shifted into her vixen form. She shook out her black and gray fur, hopped up on her bed, and curled into a tight ball.

Me, in heat? She chuckled before allowing sleep to claim her.

***

The man kissed her shoulder. She could feel his firm body pressing against her back. His long, soft hair brushed against her neck. She tried to turn around to look at his face, but—

Myra sensed someone entering her bedroom. Their scent was familiar, so she kept her eyes closed and her guard down. But when she tried to slip back into the dream to figure out who the man was, she couldn’t.

She purred as she felt the pleasant sensation of someone scratching her behind the ear. Her tail wagged with joy as she opened her eyes and gazed up at Megan’s smiling face.

“As much as I love this fluffy, cuddly side of you, you need to shift back so we can get ready,” Megan cooed, giving Myra one more scratch before patting her on the butt.

Myra leapt off her bed, walked over to the bathroom, and shifted as she entered. She grabbed her silk bathrobe and threw it on.

Megan opened her travel bag and started pulling different items out of it.

“So, how drunk do you plan on getting me?” Myra asked while leaning against the bathroom doorframe, brushing her teeth.

“Well, Myrielle did call me.”

“Damn that sister of mine.”

“And she told me the most interesting thing about you. You’re in heat! So am I to expect unwanted advances and free drinks all night long?” Megan smiled, folding her arms under her breasts.

“Aren’t you working tonight?”

“Oh, please. My best bitch is in heat. She’s going to need a wingwoman. I’ve already called and switched schedules with another dancer.”

“I. Am. Not. In. Heat. It’s just the flu or something.”

I hope.

Megan smirked as she pulled out several different outfits. “Okay, well, I stopped off at the pharmacy and got you condoms and lube.

“Heaven knows you have none of the necessary supplies for your current, um…condition.”

She pelted the condoms at Myra, who tried unsuccessfully to dodge them.

“Also, whatever you were planning to wear, forget it. You’re my Barbie doll tonight,” Megan said, shoving a tube into Myra’s hand and pushing her back into the bathroom.

“Now, you might have forgotten what that is, but that’s hair removal cream, the industrial-grade type. It’ll help you get rid of that bush I'm positive you’re gardening between your thighs.

“Shave your pits while you’re at it too.”

“Who said I had a—?”

“Bathroom, now!” Megan barked. “It’s almost 10:30, and I want to get to the club before midnight.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

“I thought I smelled rotten fish.” Myra laughed and slammed the bathroom door right in Megan’s playfully shocked face.

***

Myra had won the outfit war against Megan and was wearing her pale pink lace spaghetti-strap dress with a sweetheart neckline.

The dress was short, midthigh, and there was a slit on one side that stopped near her panty line.

Megan had opted for a black halter dress. The bottom of the dress was leather, while the top half was made of lace. The neckline was a deep plunge to her navel, and her entire back was bare.

“Billy!” Megan flirted with the tall, muscular bouncer.

“Trouble. And I see you brought Mouse to play with today,” he answered, offering his cheek for Megan to kiss. “Be a good girl. The boss has some high-rolling VIPs tonight.”

He opened the door and allowed them to pass through, triggering groans and complaints from people who were lined up outside still waiting to get in.

“They’re playing our song! Shots! Shots! Shots!” Megan sang and danced along to the music that was blasting from the speakers.

She pulled Myra toward the bar, weaving through densely packed, dancing bodies.

“Hey, Trouble. The usual?” a woman from behind the bar said. She had short, spiky, unicorn-colored hair and a big smile on her face.

“Not working tonight. This is my everyday wife, Myra. And Myra, this is my work woman, Jill,” Megan shouted over the music.

Myra smiled and waved to the bartender.

“Jell-O shots,” Megan ordered. “We want to taste the rainbow.”

Jill smirked and nodded at the request. She then poured two tequila shots and placed them in front of them with two lime wedges and a saltshaker.

“Those aren’t Jell-O,” Myra said innocently, looking at the shots as if they were poison.

“It’s a warm-up.” Megan laughed.

Megan used one of the lime wedges to wet the skin on her hand, then sprinkled salt on the damp spot. Myra followed her lead, but she could already feel the regret and hangover that was to come.

“To getting fucked!” Megan cheered as they licked the salt, swallowed the shot, and sucked the lime. “YES!”

“ARGH!” Myra replied.

“Miladies, your rainbows,” Jill said, returning with a tray of colorful, and notably large, Jell-O shots in seven different colors.

“Oh, and FYI, the wolves are on the prowl tonight,” said Jill, “in the VIP lounge.”

“Really?! Drink up, Myra. Let’s catch some wolves.”