This choice: Samantha Rosette, 6'8" Gray Wolfess • Go Back...Chapter #4Samantha Rosette, 6'8" Gray Wolfess by: Dragonien   Samantha is a bit of a Tomboy of a wolfess. that much is obvious. she acts like every other guy that you'd see partying. She drinks, she yells, she'll grab and wrestle you with no care for gender or shyness. She'd been that way since she was a little girl. She grew up in a somewhat rough neighborhood. not quite a slum or getto, but certainly no pristine gated community either. there were clicks, groups and sections of kids that would travel together and sometimes act like they owned the place. and Samantha never listened to any of them, at least, when it came to telling her what to do. Everytime some little gang would come up and be like “This is our spot” or “That's our swing” or other such declarations, as if simply for the fact of challenging them. And as such, she got in a lot of fights. But Samantha was a scrapper. She could kick the ass of kids twice her size or three kids at once, and as such she quickly gained a 'tough guy' reputation
As the years passed, she started to gravitate more towards the guys than she did the girls, as far as friends went. While the girls were playing with barbies, she was playing with GI Joe. When the girls moved up to braiding each others hair and having make overs she was out with the guys playing football or basketball. When high school came around, even as she blossomed into a rather tall, towering buxom bombshell of a woman, she found the company of the guys, hanging out after school in the parking lot and tossing a ball around, far more enjoyable than she did sitting with the girls gushing over which guy was cuter.
It was almost weird, some of the time. The guys she always hung out with continued to notice her more and more as she developed. Turning from that 'just another one of the guys' gunpowder gray colored wolfess, into a towering 6'8” amazon of leanly muscled buxom power. Despite her gruff appearance she took very good care of herself. Constant shampooing and conditioning every night kept her fur silky smooth and fluffy to the touch. The constant games of football, basketball, baseball, or whatever sport the guys were in, mixed with at least two trips to the gym a week, kept her toned and fit, even a bit 'muscular' at times. All that added to her 6'8” height, and mix in a massive pair of DD cups straining every sports bra or T shirt she ever wore, and she was quite the knockout.
She never really 'fit in' at school, however, at least not when high school came around. When the women became more obsessed with looks and started forming their own groups, they started seeing Samantha, or Sam as she was now almost always called, as a 'threat'. She was beautiful, and they hated it. They hated it even more that she was always hanging out with most of the guys that they all liked, such as the various sports teams or even some of the 'bad boys' in school. They never seemed to realize that she simply hung out with them cause she related to the guys more than the girls. And the guys started to take notice of Sam's “Changes”, and started finding themselves drawn to her, which only further infuriated the other girls. Occasionally Sam would show some interest. She was a woman after all. And more than once one of the football or track teams would find themselves bragging the next day about how they got with Sam, even despite how she obviously 'took charge' in bed, as she did everywhere else.
When her Junior year came she started to get 'bored' of school. It just didn't keep her occupied. She had no desire to do anything with her life that involved heavy math or science backgrounds, and hell the only reading she did were sports almanacs, Westerns or sci fi action books. So about halfway through her Junior year, she simply dropped out, much to many of the guys surprise and disappointment, and Joined the army. There, she flourished. Her constant physical activity and workouts had kept her at the peak of physical prowess. Her constant 'scraps' throughout her life, and her simple love of confrontation had afforded her a natural Knack for CQC, or close quarters combat. And she had always been a great shot when she would fire off a few rounds from her dad's rifle behind the house (Or in the arcades when her and the guys headed out there). She loved the military, and the military was happy to have such a promising cadet added to their ranks.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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