Jessica the Volleyball Queen

Enter Jessica Redfur, top player on A team of Colorado State's volleyball team. 20 years old, 160 pounds of pure anthro red wolf, five foot seven, and hotter than a New Mexico desert day. Oh, and she's totally a badass too.

Jess is loud, boisterous, fun-loving, a natural leader, and likes to keep things light and easy. She's not that great at taking losses but, hey, she's so good that she doesn't have to worry about that often. She doesn't like being too sentimental lest she get all teary and stuff and nobody wants to hear that.

So her backstory: Jess actually came from Colorado Springs way down south; her dad was in the Air Force and the family settled down in Springs after he retired in her teen years. That's about the time she started flourishing. The worst of puberty was behind her, she started making lasting friendships, and she got into sports. Specifically, volleyball. And damn she was good at it even back then. By her senior year of high school it was pretty obvious she should keep going into college. The choice was easy: Colorado State a few hour's drive away in Fort Collins. She got scouted and accepted with a scholarship for her volleyball prowess; add onto that the GI bill from Dad and Jess is on a total cakewalk in college.

She's supposed to be studying, like, agricultural science or whatever but tbh Jess just looked up the easiest 4 year degree to get and chose that as her major. She's in college for the sport - and the parties. Heh, yea the parties, dude. When Jess isn't in the gym, at practice, or in her obligatory classes she's at the constant rounds of parties happening on and off campus usually drunk to one degree or another (she's a lightweight). Everyone knows her and wants to at least say hi to one of the top dogs in school. A few want some more too~

It's obvious why: Jessica is fucking beautiful. Not only beautiful but she's toned. And she has some nice boobs. And she's not afraid to show off any of it either. Jessica's body is covered in this silky red fur that spreads across her back, butt, and cover most of her legs while a softer pure white covers her face, goes down to her inner thighs, and splashes across her forearms and paws. Her hair is a handsomely wild mane of fiery amber that goes down to her mid-back; when it's not kept up in a ponytail for the games she usually just keeps it down and flowing. Underneath those wild locks are a pair of bright red eyes bordering on magenta, full of zeal and shining with a deeper intelligence than you'd first think. She keeps her fur trimmed to a medium clip; her nails simple, black, and short; and her fur usually clear of makeup.

Jess isn't that big on dressing up at all, really. More often than not she's going to or coming from practice or a game dressed in her uniform - a simple pair of green athletic shorts and a white jersey with her number 13 emblazoned on it. Sometimes she'll even take the jersey off to cool down quicker (especially in the stuffy house parties off campus) and rock her white crop top holding up her cleavage - and usually a towel. She gets hot pretty easily. When she's dressed so loosely you can see her toned arms, her abs, and the flex of power in her thighs. And if not her uniform then maybe a hoodie and shorts; if she's feeling extra cute she might wear an oversized sweater. In winter she usually tosses on a pair of leggings and some Uggs - she loves the cold. To sleep she usually wears a big T-Shirt and nothing else. She's not very keen on glamming up unless it's a special occasion but when she does she blows it out of the park.

Yeah, she's putting on some eye candy and she knows it. She likes it, you know? The attention. The way boys seem to treat her like she's their number one. There's nothing wrong with giving them what they want and getting some attention in return, right? If nothing else they'll just make her feel good about herself, feel cared for, for just one damn night. That's all she wants. Just one night where someone acts like they really care...

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Mom and Dad divorced when Jess was eight. It was already bad before then but the divorce was a new level of misery. Mom was a total wreck so Dad got 90% custody - how the judge decided 10% still went to Mom Jess didn't know. It was bad enough bouncing around from one city to another because of the Air Force but having to fly back to Mom's in New Mexico every few months for like a weekend always sucked. She was always around a new man every time the kids visited and things only seemed to get worse and worse.

Dad wasn't much better. He wasn't a druggie or a drunkard but he was definitely the tough army (Air Force, technically) dad - you will refer to him as "Sir" and obey his commands. Yes sir, no sir, I'm sorry sir, come back soon sir. He was always gone for months and it meant that Jess had to become the caretaker for her two younger siblings: Thomas who was two years younger than her and Samantha who was five years younger. Jessica didn't get to do her own thing outside of volleyball. She had to cook, clean, help with homework, and keep the bills managed until Dad got back. And she barely even got any "I love You"s as thanks.

It's not that Dad was abusive, yanno? Neglectful, sure, but he at least kind of seemed to care when Jess was struggling...but isn't that kind of abusive? Leaving for months at a time with barely a letter or a call and then coming back to scream at Jess for any little fuckup. She still remembers once when she forgot to pay the electric right before Dad got back and he just yelled at her for an hour in the kitchen while her siblings watched from their rooms, about how she needed to be on top of shit and how he couldn't be there for them and that she couldn't end up like Mom. It was literally two days late. Jessica was 14.

Ever since she moved out the yelling has stopped altogether. It got really bad when she was rebelling in high school but now whenever she talks to him he's almost...nice. Almost. Their conversations are stilted, full of things left unsaid. Oh, and she doesn't even respond to Mom's calls unless it's an emergency. But as much as Jess doesn't want to talk about it or even think about it, all that shit left an impact on her. A big impact.

She wants to let go of responsibility. She wants do to what she wants to do. She doesn't want to take care of anyone anymore, not even her younger siblings. She wants to have fun. She wants to go to parties and get drunk and not get yelled at. She wants to mess around with boys and not get lectured for thirty minutes by some simultaneously overprotective yet neglectful father. She wants to not think about serious stuff. She wants to just let go and have a couple easy years to herself...

But the struggles of her youth have manifested in venomous ways. For one thing, she's kind of neglectful too - to her siblings, to her friends, to her teammates. She'll be there when required and then she's just not after that. I mean, shit, she hasn't talked to anyone in her family in like six months. She's definitely not one to get too deep into her emotions with others - doing that led to long lectures on resiliency from Dad or just pure venom from Mom. Yeah, no, she doesn't like to get too close. Especially not when her issues largely center around her Mommy and Daddy problems.

Speaking of which, Jess tends to...you know...look for paternal or maternal qualities in her fling partners. She's bi, by the way. Get it? "Bi" the way? Hahaaa anyways yeah she usually doesn't recognize it but the people she dates tend to be people who have their shit together. Who are responsible. Who can...take care of her...and her organized mess of a lifestyle. Someone who can deal with her and her forced tomboyishness and bossiness and her aversions and distance, her inability to not have her way and her honest-to-God childishness when things don't anyways. And her drinking problem. And her weed habit. And her inclination to do really stupid shit when she's under the influence like get brash and bratty and clingy with someone new she thinks is cute at a party or keep drinking until she's puking and blacked out or when she takes the mystery drugs just to feel something.

She just wants someone to be there for her. Someone to give her the love she never got, to be the one to receive instead of give all the time. Is that really too much to ask? Tomboy headstrong older sister type, army brat, huge mommy/daddy issues, just wants to have fun for once