What Are You Ch.1

All right, let's get this wheel moving. Where our story starts, ladies and gents, is at...michelle's place. At like 7:23 AM, michelle just got finished eatting some breakfast. She knew she had something important to speak with her mom, and she had to be ready. If she wasn't on time, she felt...well if her childhood memories served her correct...it wasn't pretty.

She wore pajamas shirt and some nice snug navy blue shorts. She seemed....to have some...simple pajamas. Anyways she entered the room where she heard her mom would be, but she it wasn't just michelle's mom. Ms.Rails was there too, sipping on a mug of coffee.

"Good morning, mom. And Ms.Rails." she greeted. "Morning, sweetie. Sleep well?" mrs.viaro asked. "Good morning, michell...ee.." Mrs.Rails spoke, with one eye closed and the other slightly closed but open. "UUh...is she gonna be all right, mom?" michelle asked. "Yeah, I think. This is just a earlier than usual for her." she replied.

"Ohh all right. Mom, what is this about? Because...it is early." Mrs.Viaro huffed. "Is there anyone at this place that even wakes up at 7:00? Anyways this is about your location of your father. We have now got a location on him, so if you want, you can go there and find him." Mrs.Viaro stated.

Michelle smiled with glee, getting excited about this. "Really? Oh my god, awesome! Oh my gosh, I'll finally see him and bring him back home! And we'll be together again!" she expressed happily. "Woah there, ms.happy pants. First you need to know where he is. And be prepared." she mentioned. "So where is the place that I'll find him?" michelle inquired.

"Its here a-" "Pfrrbuuurrt..." Mrs.Viaro got interuppted by...michelle's butt. Ripping a fresh breakfast fart...ugh I hate when my brother and sisters do that. "Heh heh heh, excuse me, mom. Must be the sasuage chugging through. What were you about to say?"

"...Its here in this city of new york. Might be a long trip buut I'm sure you'll make it. But remember, only if you want to michelle." Mrs.Viaro said. "I do. When do I go?" michelle accepted, grinning. "Well the location is still stable sooo we're gonna send you in two hours. Get your bags ready, michelle." Mrs.Viaro responded.

Michelle nodded and paced out the room, happily. Mrs.Viaro sighed, and glanced at Mrs.Rails. "Who is the chef who is cooking for her? Whatever they are making for her is gonna kill us." mrs.viaro groaned. "Oh come now, Julie. Its not that bad." mrs.Rails chuckled. "Please, when she was a child, her gas wasn't this potent. I love her but god....what kind of creature did you make out of her?" she replied, fanning the air.

So soon after that, michelle was sent to new york by....doesn't matter. It wasn't by teleportation. Anyways she checked in a hotel to stay at and wait until her mom to call her. But...that was the opposite. Michelle was to CALL HER when she got there...but when she did...

"Wow, this place is amazing!" she said, looking at the room. It had a queen size bed, lovely decorated walls, clean and shiny bathroom....aaand a tv in the living room of the place. She rather have the TV in the bedroom but can't get everything you want, you know?

She put her things away then remembered she had to call her mom. "Oh my god, I forgot to call mom. But....its like...11. Ugh...I feel tired. Maybe I can just wait until morning, that would be a better time." she thought to herself. She stripped off her clothes, brushed her teeth and dropped onto bed. Didn't bother taking a shower.

She did by morning, ate a big breakfast......and watched tv in the bed. Again, still didn't call mom. She's so lucky that her has a mom like hers. Mine would go nuts and immediately ask if I was being watched if my brother or sister didn't say we made our destination.

She watched the news for the town, seeing if there could be anything new that she hasn't seen. After that big breakfast, she felt really gassy. But hey, you get what you wanted. "BUUUURAAAAP! Ugh, man. I wonder if it was the V8 juice that filled me up." she mumbled, after the burp.

"PFRRRUUURP."

She sighed of relief after letting a one rip. Caught on the scent of eggs in the air with a side of spinach. "Whew, excuse me. Daamn." she stated, fanning the air. She thought about her body and how much she was eatting now-a-days. She didn't have an hour-glass figure exactly but she still look pretty hot, she felt.

Then a phone call interrupted her thoughts. She quickly got her ass off the bed, rushing to get the phone. Why was it so important? Well...I don't know have you been reading attentively? "Hello?" "Michelle, thank goodness! What happened? Did something happen when you were making your way to NY?" mrs.viaro asked through the other line.

"Oh no, no! I'm sorry, mom. I was just so tired from riding here. I just wanted to sleep. My bad...Heh heh heh." michelle replied. "Ugh, you had me worried! Anyways you got your weapons right?" "Yes." "Got the sheet so you can find the place?"
"Yes." "Need any help? I can send someone to help you out. In fact, I think I should. I'll send uuh...terry! I'll send terry to help you out."

"Mom, no. I don't need any help. I'm alert and ready for what could happen." "Oh come on, terry isn't a bad guy. Well....he's almost a bad boy but he's really helpful." "I know, but I just don't need him. Or anyone for that matter. I will go to the place at night. When no one is watching me."

Mrs.Viaro sighed and agreed with her plan, then let her go to do what she wanted. So she was out of the hotel and on to walk. She wore her normal clothes and walked around the city. It was so different to be back....no one calling her "busty angel" or "Skunketta". No one knew who she was....like a fresh start.

After about three hours of walking around, she decided to get something to eat. She headed to a sandwich resteraunt but then noticed someone familar. As in...well I don't think "Familar" even counts as the word.

It was katy and chloe. Her two childhood friends. Walking together, talking to each other. Katy was still a blonde and chloe was still a brunnete. She couldn't believe that...well she was in their town, so it was expected that she would see them.

She wanted to greet them....but her mother told her not to greet someone she knew from her past...for trying to tell them who you were from before would not go well. Mrs.Viaro didn't know what it was like....but michelle was about to find out.
She was certain that they would remember...in due time.

"Hey, excuse me!" she said, runnning up to them. Katy and chloe stopped to see who was saying this. "Uuum, did you mean us?" chloe asked. "Yes....Uuh hi. Uuh...are your names...Katy and chloe?" she asked. THe girls looked at each other, in confusion.

"Yeah, I'm katy the feline. This is my friend, chloe. Can we help you, ma'am?" katy asked. "Yes, I was told....that you two could help me from a spefic...lady. You see, I was told that a human-like cat and rabbit could help me around the city of...the big apple. I'm kinda new to this town and they said you two could help me out with getting to know the place. Soo since I've found you...could I hang out with you guys?" she asked.

Of course, that was a bold faced lie. But...anyone know someone that could just walk up to a random person and ask if they could follow you because they are new to the town? The girls were silent for the moment. "Uuh...what was this ladies name?" chloe asked. "And how do you know that we're your guides? They're a lot of furries as well as humans that walks in new york."

"Her name is..." michelle choked. She had to think up a quick, convincing lie. "Her name was Alanda mousai. And she said it was a girl with pony tails, brown. And a cat with blonde hair..and tannish fur." michelle replied. The girls looked at each other in confusion once again.

"Will you excuse us one sec?" katy said, signaling that chole and her needed to talk. So they stepped away for a few minutes, leaving michelle to hope her lie was convincing. Then they returned, michelle had her fingers crossed in her pockets the whole time.

"Okay, we'll help you around to getting to know the city. But you gotta show us this lady afterwards." chloe stated. "Fair enough, thank youu!" she smiled, sighing of relief. "So what's your name...uuh...skunk? Right? You are a skunk....right?" katy asked, trying to confirm it.

"Yes I am. I am a skunkette. And the name is...Michelle S. Viaro."