Perhaps Bellona wants to make sure that she’s unattached until she’s able to find the one that she wants to be with. Maybe she’s hoping that someday she’ll run across her true mate; and, spend the rest of her life together with them. Who knows.
Funny thing is … I mean, like I said; I’m not sure if Bellona really is a lesbian, or not … but, she does like to joke around with me from time to time about it … at least, I think she’s joking … and, she’ll tell me that if it wasn’t for the fact that we were sisters; I’d be her perfect mate.
I don’t know; maybe it’s kind of wrong … we are sisters, after all; and, I suppose when she says stuff like that, it should kind of be creeping me out … but, it doesn’t. In fact; it kind of makes me feel happy … and, even … again, I know I probably shouldn’t be feeling this way about my own sister; but, I can’t help it … in a way; I feel slightly aroused, and just a little bit curious…
Could there ever be more between Bellona and me than just the usual sisterly love? If I were to be totally honest; I’d much rather spend the rest of my life beside Bellona, than to be married off to this Alpha I don’t even know … or, really want to.
No, it’s definitely wrong; and, nothing like that would ever happen between us. We’re sisters; and, we only love each other like sisters. End of story.
Anyhow, speaking of Bellona; back to her birthday dinner dilemma. Since I lost the fish to that jerk back there; should I go to the supermarket and pick up some frozen Sockeye salmon … even though it won’t be as delicious as if it were fresh … or, should I just go home and admit my mission’s failure; and, throw myself at the mercy of the court?
Survey says … off to the market I go.
In order to avoid having to keep on working my way through the crowded wharf district, and save some time … it’s getting late; and, I’m sure Mom’s waiting for me to get back with the fish to start making dinner … I think I’ll cut through some of these back alleys.
Big mistake; because, I soon find myself about halfway down a long alleyway heading in the opposing direction of three approaching, shady-looking ruffians … all wearing nefarious smirks etched upon their intimidatingly haggard faces. And, once in front of me, they block my way; and, one of them menacingly utters…
“Look what we have here, fellas … looks like the party’s about to get started.”
**Pomona’s POV**
Well, this is just great … can someone please tell me why trying to pick up some Sockeye salmon for Bellona’s birthday dinner has turned into this big of an ordeal. Speaking of, I sure wish she was here with me; because, I really could use her skills right about now. Bellona … appropriately named after the Roman Goddess of War … is one of our pack’s fiercest fighters.
They’re menacingly posturing themselves in front of me; purposely impeding my path. Besides the nefarious smirks, they’re also displaying lustfully, wanton leers; which is giving me a disturbing impression that their intent isn’t a just mere, simple mugging.
Usually, when finding myself in such a threateningly precarious situation, Daphne would’ve already taken over; lashing out at the aggressors, and doing everything in her power to defend me … restricted, of course, within the limitations of my human-form’s strength and capabilities. But, so far; she hasn’t come forward and make her presence known.
Daphne, girl; are you there? Where are you, girl … I really need your help.
Nothing. What’s going on … this never happened before.
Wait, don’t tell me; can it be that she’s feeling so dejected by our mate’s rejection, that she can’t even bring herself to emerge? If that’s the case; then all I have to say is thanks a lot, Mr. Moneybags … and, screw you!
I start taking several steps backwards, as they ominously inch their way towards me; but, end up stumbling over a discarded, plastic milk crate. I fall back down hard onto my back; and, in an instant, they encircle my defenseless, supine body, and loom over me … sort of like a small flock of vultures hovering from above; getting ready to swoop down on its dying prey.
Suddenly, one of them reaches down and grasps hold of my blouse’s collar; and, savagely rips it open … immediately followed by tearing my bra cups apart. Then; one of his cohorts snidely remarks…
“Judging by the size of those itty, bitty titties; it doesn’t look like there’s going to be much fun to be had with those fun bags.”
The other cohort odiously states, “Who cares about that … what really matters is what she’s got under that skirt of hers.”
The bastard who tore open my blouse and bra snickers, “Then, let’s see what she’s got hidden under there; shall we?”
He abruptly rips apart my skirt; and, pulls my panties down to around my ankles. Then, with a maliciously perverse sneer etched upon his countenance; he starts brusquely poking my vulva … lewdly remarking…
“Today’s our lucky day, boys; looks like we’ve got ourselves a virgin, over here. … Her tits may be small; but, it feels like she’s got one tight, little pussy.”
Daphne suddenly awakens; having me shoot up rigidly into a sitting position, while shouting inside my head…
“Pomona; what the hell’s going on?! Why are you letting this bastard poke you down there like that?
It’s not like I want him to be doing it. I tried calling you for help before; but, you weren’t answering.
Before Daphne could take action, the other two quickly take hold of me; firmly pinning my shoulders and ankles down to ground … while the other bastard continues to poke me.