Here's something I was working a long while ago...

Like the title says...
Note:
There's no real title on this piece, just something I jotted down one day and typed up the next.
I've been a bit overwhelmed with work, just so you know, so that's why It's incomplete. And the characters are not human but animals, with certain human characteristics.
Enjoy





His cell phone vibrated in his webbed paw, but not because he was receiving a call—he was about to make one. Lance breathed his composure to calm and moved his thumb-claw over the eight. Hesitation caught him where he was and his phone was folded up on the counter once again.
‘I can’t do this’, he thought.
‘Do it!’ a voice in the back of the otter’s head told him ‘Do it now before you regret it!’
His arm swiped the phone before his thoughts grabbed him again. With each beep of the buttons, the pressure in Lance’s body felt as if he would swell up and burst. His stomach boiled something unwanted and very uneasy while sweat glazed his cocoa-brown fur giving him the resemblance of fresh chocolate doughnuts fresh off of the machine.
He tapped the last number and then the green button, the dial tone repeating itself from speakerphone. Yet all the while Lance resisted the urge to faint and struggled to keep his breakfast down. The cell then gave a loud discernible ‘click’ and a gruff low but distinctive voice talked well into the air; that air feeling as if it were suddenly vacuumed out of the entire room.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” He paused trying to breathe, “Cecil, I called because I wanted to buy something!” He could hear the voice in the back of his head cursing at his pitiful choice of words but he simply ignored it.
“’Nkay. So what is it you’re looking for?”
“What do you have that is simple, effective and will get the job done,” He felt awkward already just by the contrast of their accents—with Lance’s being an easy southern accent.
“I think I have what you’re looking for.” Cecil replied.
“So you wouldn’t happen to have a gun, would you?”
“What do you mean?” the suspicion in his voice was dangerously close to Lance’s secret. He indeed needed a gun for certain purposes.
“You know. A gun!” He said again, “And a box of…”
“Uh… yeah. We got bubble gum and chewing gum with those mouth-freshening crystals in them! Especially good for an otter like yourself!” He cut Lance off before he even got to correct him.
“I said Gunnn-nuh. Not Gummm-muh!” The otter fixed his own order.
“Okay, listen.” His voice over the phone resembled a nervous father—fearful and worried but trying to sound confident for his ‘little man’, “I haven’t seen a lot of my ol’ buds from when I was younger ‘cuz of guns. I know black market ain’t legal and all but I don’t like them and I don’t think anyone should have them things.”
‘Just ignore him and buy a stupid weapon!’ that voice in the back of his head was getting to Lance. “Well, it’s just that someone tried to break into my apartment the other day and I was lucky to be alive for the next dawn.”
‘Good lie!’ the voice applauded him on.
“How about a bow and arrow instead?” Cecil joked over the phone. “I mean does it have to be a gun?”
‘Just get something that’ll be quick and easy’ the voice told Lance.
“No, I guess not. What else would you recommend?”
“A knife? I’ve got nothing against a knife. They’re real helpful. Especially in tough situations.”
“How big a knife?” Lance’s confidence was beginning to show fashion his tail wagged. Slowly back and forth in the same steady strong rhythm.
“Uhh… Maybe six inches. Does it matter?” The raccoon dulled out.
“No” Lance said, “I guess not.”
“Okay well if that’s all then that’s gonna be seven-fifty. And you should receive your order in two days.”
“Yeah, my address is…”
“I already know your address.” He cut Lance off again and the barely audible clicking sound told him he hung up.
‘That raccoon is kinda weird.’ That same voice told him.


The afternoon for Lance wasn’t without its interesting events. The cubs were riding the black tongue that rolled through the trees towards east, all lush and green just as spring would be. Furs padded their eager foot-paws over the year’s new carpet-like grass by the river in the west and the ice-cream vender never took a break from scooping a new cone for the people a rainbow of ages. The north showed a number of fine trees to rest a blanket for a picnic and basked in the breezes that would air out a wolf’s fur. Yes, spring time was truly here.
And Lance was one of the few who even dared to swim into the river; the currents were always rather strong for most. Yet for an average healthy otter like him, he pierced his slender body through water like there was no force on God’s green earth to stop him. His light blue Speedo was the only thing that made him visible against the earthly-toned rocks in the bed—otherwise; he was totally invisible amidst the currents.
Water was indeed his greatest gift to utilize at it fullest use. Surrounded by it, he felt power among other furs like no other and it showed with the super-machine-like sharp turns he managed with ease beyond others. Those equal full-circle loop-de-loops demonstrated his deft until he bulleted up, high into the air above the water. He takes his fresh breath for the next few minutes and lunges back into the swift current of the river.
Yet he knew not for what was about to happen. A second later, something splashed right next to him and caught his tail, jerking all of his air out like a damaged oxygen tank. He felt like cat just tossed into the pool, scrambling to be back on the land with the rest of the surface dwellers.
He made it out quickly, but still coughing out water shoved down his throat. He sputtered, and looked around for the thing or fur that snagged his tail.
At first he thought it was a fat little kid being a pain in the ass. Yet he was looking at another otter. And gorgeous female otter at that.
“Hello” Her sweet smooth alto voice was hardly devoid of a feminine tone to it. And the sound itself seemed to seduce with even the simplest words.
Lance was hardly breathing a few minutes ago and he wasn’t breathing now. “Umm…’I” Yet inside he was mentally slapping himself for dropping the ‘h’.
“You were what?” she said.
“Huh?” Nervous uneasy feelings began to set in and he was fearing of making a fool of himself. The silence did little to make him feel better.
“Well you said ‘I’” she swam around right behind him, “I was waiting for you finish.”