The Journey

Chapter 5

Will A. Sanborn

8/22 - 9/5/94

As we're walking towards the town, the distant sound of thunder erupts, making me even more glad that this leg of our journey is almost over. This past week the weather had been beautiful, but today had started out slightly overcast and had gotten increasingly darker as we walked along. It was still several hours before sunset, but it already looked a bit like twilight from all the clouds overhead.

As the second thunderclap announces its presence, we both begin to pick up the pace, bound and determined to reach sanctuary before the rain hits. "Well, it looks like the weather has pretty good timing, wouldn't you say?" I ask, remarking on the wonderful luck we'd experienced with the weather so far.

"Yes, we've been pretty lucky not to get caught in the rain before now, and if we hurry up we shouldn't get too wet."

Picking up our pace a little more, shuffling slightly, weighed down by our packs, we make very good time for the last half a mile or so. Still, we aren't quite fast enough, just before we reach the edge of the town, the rain comes like a quick summer shower. Trying to run the last hundred feet or so, we become slightly drenched in the warm downpour. Had I not been carrying the pack, and a little nervous about what lay ahead in town, I may have enjoyed the feel of the rain on me, but right now it is nothing more than a nuisance.

Jogging at last under the cover of the wooden porch roof of one of the nearest buildings, we get out from beneath the onslaught of raindrops, and quickly catch our breath. Looking around and surveying the town, there are about twenty or so wooden buildings along what could be called main street, with buildings scattered off behind them. Beyond that were several farm houses, set along the open land in this large expanse of open country amidst the woods. Looking at what lies before me, I'm reminded of the typical image of a small town in the old west. However, I think, this town happens to be inhabited by rather large cats. '"Little House on the Prairie" this is certainly not.'

Right now there isn't anyone walking through the small dusty streets of the town, or visible in any of the buildings, but that could be from the sudden shower. Looking at the buildings, several windows are lit by the flickering light of candles or oil lamps.

Then looking at Marissa, who is surveying the situation, I notice how her hair is rather wet, along with her fur and shirt. Realizing I shouldn't be doing this, but for the moment indulging in the view, admiring how different and beautiful she looks when wet. Her hair and fur are beautiful this way, not all plastered down like most animals look when they're wet. Perhaps it's because she's not totally drenched, just wet enough to look a little different, as her fur glistens with moisture.

Still, looking at her like this stirs up all those feelings within me once again, as I feel a familiar lump forming in the pit of my stomach. These past few days have been really hard on me, and sometimes I'm surprised I've been able to keep it together as well as I have. She's been somewhat understanding, and has tried to minimize the pain, but even that doesn't help a lot of the times. In fact it might have been a lot better if she wasn't as considerate and had been more callous, that way it might have been easier to get over her. Then at least I could get angry, and that might have helped quench this burning desire.

But no, instead she had to try and be caring and help me get through this, all the time tearing me apart inside. Whenever becoming angry at the situation or her, I'd feel like a total jerk, and end up beating myself up even more, for thinking such hateful thoughts while she was trying to be nice to me. Maybe if she had just let me alone more, which would have been a bit hard given our situation, things would have been better, but I needed any attention she'd give me.

She had let me alone in my thoughts when it seemed I wanted to be alone, but then she was always there when I wanted to talk. This helped some, but there's only so much rational discussion and emotional unloading that you can do. In the end, I guess she has been a good friend, but may have started to get a bit tired of the whole situation. Lately she's also been sure to remind me, even if subtly so, that we can never be anything more than this, and that I've got to keep my hands to myself.

Turning to look at me, she notices where my gaze had been and flashes a quick warning glare, as I quickly try and pull my eyes away, but obviously not quick enough. "Ben," she replies with a slight sigh and just the tiniest bit of tension. "You've really got to stop doing that... it's not going to do either of us any good, and I need you to keep your wits about you..."

Feeling like a scolded child, all I can do is avert my gaze, wishing I didn't feel so low. Then her voice softens as she suggests something I'm totally unprepared for. "If you're really that interesting in mating, perhaps we can find a local harlot who could keep you busy tonight. She'd probably want extra since you're not a felenzi, but it would be worth it if it would help you get over this."

As my face heats up enough to feel that it must be radiating bright red, all I can do is shake my head. The thought that she would even be implying such an act astonishes me. How could she possibly think that any warm body could compensate for hers, and how could she possibly expect me to take her up this offer. I don't know how the hookers are here, if they're cleaner or not, but I really don't want to find out. I'd never bought sex before, and no matter how hard up I'm feeling, I certainly don't want to start now.

Seeing my obvious disapproval, she simply shrugs it off, as if I was refusing something as simple and common as an offer to help me with my laundry or take me out to dinner. "Alright Ben, I just figured you might want a way to release all of that tension... if not then I just hope you can keep things under control." Nodding numbly toward her, she continues, "We need to stock up on supplies, I think I see the store down there. Then we can find the local inn and get settled down for the night."

Following her back out into the rain, we are further drenched as the downpour has increased its speed. Crossing the dirt road which has now started to turn muddy, we come diagonally to a business two buildings down, which turns out to be the general store. Coming in through the glass door, shaking off the rain, its surprising warm, dry and well lit in here, with several oil lamps burning on the walls, lightly covering the areas behind them with a small film of smoke.

The shopkeeper, a dark-gray and black striped cat, only slightly taller than me, is rather surprised by our appearance, and does not know what to make of me as I stand there, running my fingers through my hair, extracting as much water as I can and shaking it on the floor. "Is there something I can help you folks with?" he finally asks after eyeing us suspiciously for several moments.

"Yes my good man," Marissa responds, with just the slightest bit of sarcasm, barely even detectable. "We've been traveling for several days and are about out of rations and would like to buy another week and a half's supply of dried kalmar meat."

The shopkeeper simply nods and goes about the quick task of filling our order, all too eager to get us out of his store. After wrapping up the dried strips of meat, and taking Marissa's money he simply stands there, looking very uncomfortable, waiting for us to leave. Marissa responds with a "thank you," cutting the silence, and then adding "we wish to stay in town for the night, where's the local inn?"

He narrows his eyes ever so slightly, as if even the thought of this crazy woman and her strange freak of a traveling companion spending any more time within his town than absolutely necessary rather appalls him. Hesitating yet again to offer assistance he finally answers coldly "It's down that way, the fifth building on the right."

Turing wordlessly to leave, following Marissa out the door, we are once again pelted by the shower. I had been rather detached through most of the encounter, my mind busy on other things, but as we're leaving, I think to turn my head and quickly offer a sarcastic "thanks" to the uncooperative and befuddled shopkeeper.

It's obvious we're going to get almost completely drenched on the journey to the inn, so we don't expend too much energy trying to get there quickly, instead walking only slightly faster than usual, feeling out clothes becoming almost completely saturated. It feels bad enough for me in just my shirt and shorts, and moderately short hair, it must be terrible for Marissa as all of her fur becomes drenched.

When we do finally reach the inn, her fur is plastered somewhat against her body, but even like this she still looks pretty good, as I wish that I could be the one to slowly towel her off. Luckily for both of us, her shirt is of very durable material and hasn't become anywhere near transparent from the water. Still it does manage to cling to her a bit, offering more than a suggestive glimpse of her supple curves. Glancing at her quickly, I then force myself to avert my gaze, not wishing to elicit another reprimanding from her. If she'd noticed this time, she decides not to mention it, perhaps figuring I'm a lost cause.

Shaking off as much of the water as we can outside on the porch, and knocking most of the mud from our feet, we open the door and trudge inside. At first it's bit hard to see since it is much darker than the store had been, with only a few lamps on the walls, all burning somewhat dimly. As my vision compensates slowly, and the scenery around me becomes more visible, my slight fear abates as the place appears to be empty. Empty that is except for what appears to be the innkeeper, a small ocelot standing near the bar. He appears as if he'd been coming to greet his patrons, perhaps the only this day, but upon seeing me enter, he must have stopped dead in his tracks. Now he simply stares back at us, giving us a look similar to that of the shopkeeper.

Striding up to him, with me in tow, Marissa simply asks "we'd like two rooms for the night... that is if you have the vacancy."

Stiffing up ever so slightly, the ocelot looks up at her and humbly replies, "yes I have the rooms... and I don't mind renting them out to you... but I really don't like the looks of him there... He might cause trouble."

Keeping her composure, and just barely extending her claws, she rests one hand on his shoulder, lightly pricking his flesh, keeping her other hand in plain view in front of his face. Ever so slightly exposing her teeth, she speaks slowly and deliberately to the small cat. "Now I don't really think you want to think that way... My friend here is from a long ways off and would very much like a room for the night... I'm sure you can find it within you to show him some descent hospitality." With that she quickly reaches in her pocket, causing him to momentarily flinch, and then retrieves several silver coins. "This should be enough for two of your finest rooms, hot baths, some laundry service, and a couple of hot meals... okay?"

Upon seeing the coins before him, the little cat's eyes widen. Apparently how ever much she has given him is sufficiently enough of a tip to warm his heart towards me. Forcing a smile toward her, he holds out a paw and states, "well since you've put it that way ma'am, I'm sure no harm will come from it." Taking the coins he darts off as soon as she releases his shoulder, returning quickly with two keys. "There, you can have the two rooms up near the back. I'll have someone come up and take your dirty clothes to be washed and bring some warm water for bathing, and when you're ready I'll have something special cooked up for you." Dropping the keys in her hands, he quickly scurries away once again.

Hesitating briefly, with a slight smile on her muzzle, Marissa watches him retreat into the back of the inn, and then turns and hands one of the keys to me. Following her up the stairs I'm able to get a better look of the place. It's definitely obvious that we're in a small town, as it looks rather rundown, but not without a homey feel to it, and after close to a week of sleeping out under the stars, it's very inviting. Not that camping out has been all that bad, it's been very nice most of the time, but the lack of certain facilities was beginning to get to me.

Opening my room, I'm pleasantly surprised by what lies waiting for me; it's not the Hilton, but it will do. It's clean and dry, and the large bed looks very comfortable, especially when compared to the ground. Thankfully dropping my pack to the floor, I turn to the lamp on the table near the bed. It's still a few hours before the sun sets, but on account of the clouds, it is already somewhat dark out, and this room is a bit too gloomy for my taste.

Finding a wooden box of matches near the lamp, and striking one on the rough side of the box, it quickly glows to life and I'm able to light the lamp burning its clear oil. As the flame grows to light the room with a warm glow, a small amount of smoke leaks out of the glass enclosure around it. Satisfied with the light level, turning to my pack, I open it up, spilling its contents, mostly clothes on the floor. Sorting through them, and setting the other items aside to dry, I am appalled at how bad some of them smell, having been lying there damp and sweaty for several days.

I really need to get out of these wet clothes, but these are the last clean pair I have. Unfortunately there's no other choice than to sift through the pile that lies before me and find the cleanest ones amongst the lot. After much debate, and a little revulsion, I finally come on a shirt and a pair of shorts that are fairly dry and with a little airing out are somewhat passable. I think I can manage to go the night without underwear, since there's no way in hell that I'm going to recycle those.

As I've finished sorting through the clothes, and beginning to think about a bath, there is a slight and hesitant knock at the door. Rising and walking towards it, not sure just who it could be, I pause briefly, then slowly open it. Standing before me is a young felenzi female with orange fur, and long, straight, red hair, carrying a large metal bucket with a little bit of trouble. Smiling shyly at me, trying in earnest to hide her surprise at my looks, she says softly "I've brought some hot water for your bath."

Backing up and letting her enter, she walks into what must be the bathroom and after a few moments returns. Smiling at me again, as she steals furtive glances at me, she states "There, I've added that water to your bath, so it will be nice and warm for you... also I can take your laundry if it's ready."

Hesitating once again, her behavior catching me of guard, I finally point to the crumpled, wet and slightly pungent heap of garments on the floor, having already set aside the cleanest of the lot to dry hung over a chair. "That's all of them, well except for what I'm wearing now... if you wait a moment I can take these off in the bathroom and throw them out to you."

At the mention of this she quickly becomes more amused, and perhaps a little eager. "Okay," she responds bubbly, widening her smile. "Father said that you were from a strange land from far off and that you were very tired from your journey, and to be very nice to you... if you'd like I could help you with your bath."

Catching me completely off guard, a million thoughts flash quickly through my head. 'Does she really mean what I think she does? And if so why is she so eager... is it because living in this little hole of a town she actually finds me exotic? Would it be so bad if I was to take her up on this? How old is this girl anyway, is she even eighteen? What if I'm reading her wrong like with Marissa? Could I live with myself if I took advantage of this?'

Finally standing there, and looking into her expectant eyes, I surprise even myself with my restraint, not sure until the moment I said it, what would actually tumble from my lips. "No I don't think so..." I answer almost apologetically as her face quickly registers disappointment. Then quickly adding "I don't really feel up for that tonight... but perhaps when we return in a couple of weeks..."

As her face brightens slightly at this promise, I do my best to offer her a reassuring smile, and acting on impulse reach out and lightly stroke her shoulder. She jumps lightly at my touch, but then eases back into it, registering obvious approval on her face. Petting her quickly, with my voice faltering ever so slightly, I finish with "thank you for the offer though... it was really sweet of you... and very flattering... it's just that right now I have a lot on my mind..." Then realizing that I've said far too much, I quickly detach myself and duck into the safety of the bathroom.

Upon entering the tiny room, two thoughts cross my mind. The first and most pressing of course is how the hell could I have let an opportunity like that pass me by, then secondly I'm disappointed to find that this bathroom is lacking several of the amenities of Marissa's. First of all there seems to be no toilet present, 'damn they must have an outhouse out back... so much for a big improvement over using the woods.' Also, instead of a normal bathtub like I had expected, there is only a large metal tub in the center of the room.

Getting over the primitive facilities, my mind turns once again to the offer I had just refused, and to the poor confused kitten standing just outside of the door. Perhaps I could still salvage the situation and invite her in, there was still time for that. The though of her helping me out of these wet clothes and into a nice warm bath sure was inviting, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. 'Damn, why do I always have to be such a nice guy in these situations? Or perhaps I'm just a wimp... I mean, here I am leering at Marissa all week, with no reward, and then this attractive girl offers to act out some of my fantasies, and I blow her off... Yes, she's not Marissa, but does that really matter all that much?'

After a couple of minutes of internal debate, I decide that yes it must matter, at least enough for me to turn her down. Still feeling rather upset, I decide that it's probably for the best and try and get over it. 'Damn... some vacation this is turning out to be.' Quickly peeling off my clothes, I cautiously open the door, standing behind it and leaning out so only my upper body is visible. She's standing there, looking very confused, and almost on the verge of tears as she waits to pick up the last of my laundry.

Feeling incredibly guilty, wishing to walk out to her and embrace her tenderly, but knowing I wouldn't be able to get through it. Instead, all I can mutter before handing her my wet clothes is "I'm sorry... I really am," feeling my eyes beginning to glaze over. She takes the clothes from my outstretched hand, still looking incredibly hurt, but then for my benefit forcing a tiny smile. Turning quickly she gathers up the rest of my clothes from the floor and hurries out from my room, closing the door behind her, as I watch my chance for a little pleasure dissipate before my eyes.

Shutting the bathroom door, I try to force all of these thoughts still raging in my head to quiet down. Still feeling like such a jerk, for hurting that girl like that and also for denying my instincts and not acting on my urges. 'Fuck, why do I have to be so damn smitten over Marissa?' Turning back to the tub in front of me, I hope that a warm bath will help to ease my mind a little.

There's a lamp on the wall lighting my way, which the innkeeper's daughter must have lit while she was in here preparing the bath. The tub, which is about two feet deep and three feet long, is three quarters of the way filled with water. Sticking my foot in, I'm pleasantly surprised by its near-perfect temperature. Quickly getting in, and grabbing the cake of soap and wash cloth lying nearby I get to work. It isn't nearly as comfortable as Marissa's tub had been, since it's a little cramped, but it sure beats washing in a stream.

After a somewhat relaxing bath, and dressing in clothes that are mostly dry and don't smell all that bad, I feel a little better. Still the mental turmoil within me is festering in the back of my mind. After dinner, I definitely feel like going to bed early and sleeping as long as I can. To hell with my lessons tonight.

As I'm standing there, still feeling rather sorry for myself, another knock at the door catches my attention. Hesitating briefly, then crossing the room and opening it, Marissa stands before me, her fur clean and dry, brushed neatly back to its pristine state. Giving me a light smile she asks "are you ready to get some supper Ben?"

"I guess so," I reply, not bothering to hide my current state of depression.

Looking at me with deep concern registering in her light-green eyes, she speaks softly. "Are you okay Ben?"

"Yeah... I'm just tired and need a good night's sleep," forcing a tiny smile.

She must know it's more than this, but she decides to leave well enough alone, at least for the moment. "Okay... let's get a decent cooked meal then... then we can get you off to bed."

Following her down the narrow hall, we come to the stairs and descend down to the main room of the inn which not only functions as a dining room for the guests, but also appears to serve as a pub for this small town. Coming into the dimly-lit room, the eyes of most of the patrons turn to fall on me. As I feel their steely gazes cut through me, quickly becoming a little uneasy, rather nervous about having strayed into the lion's den.

There are about twelve to fifteen felenzi in the bar, all males, spread out around several tables, slowly lapping frothy liquid from the bowls before them. Most of them resemble house cats and are similar in height to humans. However, there are a few that seem to have descended from predator stock, and they are absolutely huge, towering over the others, looking very fierce indeed.

Marissa seems to sense my growing apprehension, and quickly moves to one of the vacant tables in back of the room, getting us as far as possible from the crowd. Watching nervously as I follow her, their beady eyes follow us as if stalking prey.

Sitting at the table, with my back to the wall, looking nervously at her, I state in a shaky voice, "I'm not too sure about this Marissa..."

"It's okay Ben. They should leave us alone, as long as we don't provoke them... and try not to look so scared..."

This is easier said then done, but I try and feign easiness, keeping my eyes off the cats only half a room away. Looking at Marissa, I try and lose myself in her beauty, hoping this will pass very quickly, but even that doesn't seem to help too much. The subtle presence of all these felenzi still rather interested in me, and so near within striking distance, keeps my brain quite alert to the fact that this is no ordinary trip to a bar and I'd better keep all my wits about me.

Trying my best not to make direct eye contact, I nervously scan the room with my peripheral vision. Most of the locals have eased up a little and have gone back to their drinking, only shooting casual glances toward us, as if I'm a novelty more than anything else.

Within a couple of minutes, the innkeeper, now turned barkeep, quickly makes his way back to our table. Carrying a glass pitcher full of dark-brown liquid, with a healthy head of foam on it, he places it and two drinking bowls before us. Looking a little nervous he quickly speaks, "there you go... your food will be out shortly." Then without as much as an "enjoy your drink," he's gone as quickly as he came.

Smiling briefly at me, Marissa takes the pitcher and pours both of us a bowlfull of this malt beverage. "I think you'll like this Ben. It'll be a nice treat after what we've had this week... Don't drink to much of it though. It's kind of strong, and I don't need you losing your head on me now."

Lifting her bowl up to her muzzle, sniffing it briefly, enjoying its hearty aroma, she then slowly begins to lap at it. Hesitating briefly, looking back at her, bringing the bowl up to my lips, but then remembering what happened the last time I tried this, I decide to try something different. Peering over the bowl, and out the corners of my eyes, many of the patrons are watching me with keen interest and amusement.

Slowly bringing my tongue out, I experimentally lap the surface of the fluid, cutting through the thin layer of foam. Its taste is much like beer, but a bit stronger and more bitter. At first its not quite what I was expecting, but after a few more laps its taste becomes a little more appealing to me. Anything different from water is a pleasant change in pace. However, lapping just doesn't seem to be working out too well for me. It's just too inefficient, and I change over to slight sips from the side of the bowl, being extra cautious not to spill any this time.

After drinking several mouthfuls, bringing the bowl down to the table, I smile at Marissa, feeling a little more at ease. Then realizing I have a thick coating of the foam on my chin, smiling sheepishly I quickly wipe it off with my arm. Marissa too puts down her drink, smiling warmly at me. She also has remnants of the foam on her muzzle, although it must have looked stupid on me, it looks really cute and attractive glistening on her fur. As she slowly wipes herself clean with her tongue, another impulsive thought darts through my mind, wishing I could have been the one to slowly clean her muzzle, delighting in the bitter taste mixed in with her own subtle flavors.

Then glancing quickly back to the patrons in the bar, they're all still watching us, but with smiles on their muzzles now. Talking amongst themselves it seems that they are enjoying the show I'm putting on for them. I feel a slight flash of anger at being laughed at like this, but then it's better to be seen as a clown then as prey. Smiling a little idiotically and once again lifting the bowl to my mouth, I take a couple more sips as my fear slowly abates.

Feeling a little more at ease, I glance around the room. Most of them have again gone back to drinking and talking, every once in awhile looking over at us, but more for entertainment value than as if plotting something nasty for me. Things seem to have made a turn for the better, and I let my guard down a little more. I think that things are going to be alright, that's until I notice the three big cats sitting at a table at the other end of the bar eyeing us intently.

As my gaze lands on them, I feel several small shivers running down my spine. Sitting at this table are three felenzi that definitely represent large Earth felines. In the middle of the table sits a huge tiger, while next to him sits a cougar and a panther; both smaller, yet still very terrifying. While the others in the bar have ceased paying us all of their attention, these cats are still very focused on us. Trying not to make eye contact, I look back at them, feeling my fear quickly return, looking at the cold gleams burning in their eyes.

Looking at their predatory gazes, feeling my pulse quicken, I once again start thinking that this wasn't the brightest idea and am quickly looking for an exit nearby, if a quick escape becomes necessary. Looking at these large cats, shuddering again, their steely eyes seem focused intently on me, I stare back at them, frozen with fear. For a long moment I'm caught like a deer in the headlights, unable to look away, caught in what seems like the tigers murderous gaze on me.

Then something flashes in the back of my mind, bringing up a subtle clue I might have missed. Taking a moment to figure this out, it suddenly becomes clear to me. Looking at the tiger, and following my gaze downward to something I'd seen from the corner of my eye, I'm both a little relieved and terrified at the same time. One of his paws rests in his lap, and glancing under the table, he's lightly stroking himself there, making his intentions quite clear to me.

Watching him, knowing full well what he's thinking, I'm still pretty scared, even knowing that he's not planning any direct attacks on me. Still, I'll have to help Marissa fight him, and possibly his two cohorts, and the possibility of this chills me to the bone. I don't know if we could take the tiger, let alone the other two cats. They're huge, and they look ready for action. I'm not sure how powerful Marissa's magic is, but I hope she's got a lot of it. Otherwise, they'll be picking up what's left of me off the floor tomorrow morning.

Frightened and revolted, I'm frozen yet again, unable to move or think, until the tiger decides to push back his chair and slowly and deliberately rise, with his two partners in crime doing the same. As they start their slow journey toward us, I'm snapped out of the trance and quickly look frightenedly at Marissa. She flashes me a knowing glance and looks to be keeping track of them from the corner of her eyes.

Trembling in anticipation of the confrontation quickly approaching us, time seems to stretch out, as the terrible cats make their way slowly toward us. The tiger stands towering at what looks like close to seven feet, and he's heavy and massive to boot. He's not wearing a shirt, so his huge rippling muscles are clearly visible beneath the white striped fur of his chest. His arms look thick and powerful, and I'm cringing at the though of having to spar with him. He's wearing a pair of black and dirty boots, which are starting to develop cracks in the leather. There is a growing bulge in the crotch of his dusty, brown pants, frighteningly complimenting the nefarious gleam in his amber eyes.

The panther's fur is the deepest shade of jet black I've ever seen, with no other trace of coloring to be found on it. He stands about a head's length beneath the tiger, but still several inches above six feet, and were it not for the presence of the tiger, he would be quite terrifying in his own rite. He too is dressed like a poor farmer, wearing dirty and old clothes, with worn and cracked boots. He wears a faded blue button-down shirt, tucked half-heartedly into his dingy gray pants, smeared with several stains, long ago set in and not able to be washed out.

The cougar is the smallest of the three, but still very impressive in size. He stands a couple of inches below the panther, which still has him above six feet. Like his companions he wears shabby clothes, looking every bit like a feline version of one of the good-old boys. His shirt isn't tucked in and is unbuttoned, and open, exposing some of his tan chest and abdomen and the firm muscles beneath. Like the other two cats, the expression of his face is an eerie mixture of arousal and cold determination, and the spectacle of them approaching us sends cold shivers throughout my entire being.

When they finally reach our table, I glance up nervously at them, unsure of how to present myself. Marissa still has her back angled towards them, but is carefully watching them out of the corner of her eye. The tiger steps forward and extends his powerful arm, bringing it down to the side of her back and lightly stroking her there.

She reacts with lightning-fast reflexes, fluidly spinning around and rising to a crouched stance, swiping at his arm and pushing it away from her. Glaring at him with her pupils constricted down to small points, her eyes flashing angrily, she bares her sharp teeth and snarls at him. "Do that again, and you might not live to regret it!"

Seeming unfazed by her confrontation, the tiger laughs evily, exposing his own razor-sharp teeth. "I don't know about that my dear... I think I'll live to enjoy it immensely... as will you."

As this exchange is happening, I quickly push back my own chair, and rise to my feet, still uncertain at what to do, but determined to do my best, even if it kills me. And with these odds, that's a definite possibility. As I'm doing this, the two other cats have clustered nearer, standing on either side of the tiger, and slightly behind him.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice that the rest of the patrons in the bar are watching, most with smiles on their faces, in anticipation of the show about to go down before them. I briefly scan the crowd, silently pleading for help, but that thought quickly dissipates, as it's obvious that the onlookers have no intention of intervening. The innkeeper is nowhere to be seen, perhaps he's too timid to do anything, and is going to let this run its course and deal with the aftermath later.

Marissa snarls again at the tiger standing so close before her. "I wouldn't flatter myself if I were you." At that she growls deeply, further pulling back her thin lips, and exposing her teeth more fully. With her ears flattened back against her head, she brings up one of her hand, showing her fully extended claws and her intent to use them if need be.

Again the tiger faces her challenge, looking steadily at her with his cold eyes, refusing to back down. Then with actions just as quick as her own, he brings his claws to bear on her shoulder, gripping her tightly and slightly piercing her flesh as she emits a small hiss of pain. Then growling deeply, he brings his face a little closer and lets out a deep roar.

Taken back from his show of force, she instinctively backs away, looking momentarily terrified, trying to get out from under his grip. She recovers quickly though, as the look on her face flashes once again to anger. Bringing her hand up higher, she quickly curls her fingers, gathering energy there, then disperses it in a huge flash of light, blinding all of us within range.

Being farther away than the tiger, my sight isn't as affected as much. Although being severely dazed, I'm still able to see a fuzzy image of Marissa pushing him away as he instinctively brings his hands up in front of his face. He staggers back several feet and takes several moments to recover with his friends huddling next to him.

Looking back at Marissa, as my sight slowly returns to normal, she has that feral hunting look on her, as her eyes gleam with adrenaline. As the tiger regains his composure, he takes a cautious half step towards her, and regards her with a newfound respect, yet still intent on claiming his prize. "You're good kitten... and you'll be even better in bed tonight..."

Coming out of my trance, I feel as if I should be doing something here, at least offering my show of support. So without even thinking of what a stupid thing it is, I step forward slightly, and trying to sound as tough as possible state "look... it's obvious she's not interested... and you've seen what she can do. Why don't you just leave us alone?"

Looking briefly at me with a cold stare, piercing me down to my soul, he then turns back to Marissa. "Who's your pet?" he asks with a slight snarl, the salvia dripping from his fangs. "He's kind of cute... but not really too useful now is he? Why don't you let me show you a good time honey?"

Snarling back at him she responds "so you really fancy me do you? We'll see about that."

With that the tiger steps forward again, slow and deliberate, with the cougar on his left, moving towards Marissa's side. The panther on his right, moves a little nearer, coming closer to me, a cold gleam in his eye, as he half smiles, half snarls at me.

Replying in a serious tone, the tiger simply states, "Yes. We lost our last bar girl a couple of weeks ago, and since you have no male, you'd make a wonderful replacement... You look pretty nice in those clothes your wearing, and you'll look even better out of them, on your knees and in front of me..."

"I wouldn't count on it buddy, but if you want it, you're gonna have to come and get it," she replies snarling loudly, with her hands up defensively; her claws ready to strike, and her tail swishing wildly behind her. Taking another slow step toward her, the tiger comes into striking distance, his claws up and ready.

Grinning at him wildly, flashing her teeth, Marissa simply points her curled hand at him, then quickly spreading out her fingers she releases an invisible bolt of energy. As this unseen force plows into the tiger, looking like it hits him squarely on the chest, he's pushed backwards quickly and stumbles and falls on a table, bringing it and himself crashing towards the ground.

Reacting quickly, the cougar reaches out and grabs at her wrist. She's just as quick though and spins around, her claws fully unsheathed and brings them to bear on him, leaving four red stripes across his tan chest. As he doubles over in pain and surprise, she springs snarling on his back, grabbing his neck and digging her claws into the soft flesh there.

Reacting instinctively, yowling loudly, the cougar drops to a roll. Jumping off from him, and taking a step backwards, getting out of reach, she once again is ready for the fight. The panther had positioned himself between her and I, and was getting ready to strike. Reacting on instinct, not thinking of the consequences, I rush forward and throw a punch, hitting him squarely in the small of the back, just above his tail.

Howling in surprise and a little pain, he turns around and regards me with a little shock, which is quickly replaced with seething anger, as I stand there just as amazed, a little surprised at what I've done. His eyes narrowing on me, he quickly slashes out at me. Trying to duck out of the way, I'm marginally successful, since his blow only glances off me. However it's enough to drag his claws through the fabric of my shirt sleeve and puncture the flesh of my upper left arm, leaving four bloody slices along it.

The pain is quick and sharp, but the adrenaline helps to compensate for it. Luckily it was only a light blow, and he wasn't fully able to connect. The wound isn't too deep, but it does hurt like a bastard, and it threatens to affect my concentration which I need every once of if I hope to come out of this at all.

Looking at the black cat before me, standing close to half a foot above me, he's getting ready to strike again. He looks extremely pissed that this slippery little monkey managed to evade him once, and he doesn't seem to want that to happen again. Thinking quickly, and impulsively, I do something which catches him completely off guard. He'd been expecting me to come at him with my hands out and ready, but instead I strike with my leg, bringing my right knee up quickly and planting it squarely in his crotch.

The expression on his face would have been quite comical under different circumstances, as his eyes widen with pain and surprise. Letting out a choked yowl, he doubles over, clutching his abdomen, and for the moment is put out of commission. Shoving the panther to the floor, he offers no resistance, and falls in a heap, huddled there caught in the grips of pain.

Smiling a little bit with satisfaction as the adrenaline rushes through me, I turn to survey the situation. The panther lays at my feat, curled up in a fetal position, his eyes glassy with his suffering, panting deeply. The tiger was in the process of picking himself off from the floor, pushing the broken table away from him. The cougar stands off to the side, a little behind Marissa and as I watch, he quickly comes up, reaching out to grab her from behind.

Letting out a startled "Marissa" as a warning, she surprises both of us by crouching slightly, reaching behind her and taking him in her claws. Then putting all of her strength into it, in an impressive show of her abilities, she literally throws him several feet against a nearby wall. He comes in contact to it with a heavy thud, then falls crumpled to the floor; still for the moment.

The tiger is now up and ready, and he charges at her snarling fiercely. She returns his growls, as her face is awash with feral emotion. As he lunges into her, she hits him hard, but his momentum carries him against her, grabbing her tightly. From where I'm standing I hear him growl into her ear. "Hmm I like a girl with spirit, I'm going to enjoy you tonight... Here this ought to calm you down."

She retorts "don't flatter yourself, oaf," snarling back at him.

Just then he reaches up quickly and grips her muzzle with his large hand, as her eyes go wide with surprise. Desperately clawing at his hand as it clings to her face, she fights him, panicking, trying to get away from his grasp. Again reacting on instinct, completely overshadowing common sense, I advance from behind the tiger, and give him a quick and powerful jab to his side, guessing where his kidney should be.

Howling with surprise and pain, he spins around dropping Marissa, then faces me looking extremely angry and out for blood. Having learned my lesson with the panther, I'd quickly backed up after my attack, expecting him to turn around quickly on me. Marissa falls to the floor on her knees and looks dazed or half-drugged, but okay for the moment, and right now I've got much more pressing problems to deal with.

Again, as expected, this huge cat lunges toward me, using my experience with the panther, I'm able to duck out of the way once again. Then thinking quickly, and remembering some of the martial arts I'd learned back in college, I grab for the beast's wrist. Using his own force against him, just redirecting it, I'm able to throw him into another table which splinters and crashes loudly beneath his weight. He weighed more than I was expecting though, so that move, while successful, was very hard on my arm and a dull pain is shooting through it, starting from my shoulder which got pulled on rather hard. 'We need to finish this as soon as possible, otherwise they're gonna wear us down rather quickly' I think as I survey the situation.

Watching the tiger lay, dazed for the moment, amongst the remains of the wooden table, I turn to look at Marissa. She seems to have gained her senses and is picking herself off from the floor. Then looking off to the side I see that the panther is still recovering from the harsh treatment I'd given him. Moving quickly towards Marissa, it's my intent to help her up and make a stand next to her. However, I never make it, as halfway there I feel a quick blow to my back, as claws dig into my flesh, and the full weight of my assailant throws me forcefully to the ground. 'Fuck! I forgot about the cougar,' is all I think, landing with a jarring thud, with him on top of me.

The pain jolts through me, as I gasp for breath, then trying to struggle up, I fight briefly against the big cat on top of me. My efforts are useless though, as his weight keeps me pinned, his claws digging deeper into me, pulling and tearing slightly, and his sharp hissing in my ears, convinces me to finally lie still. Lying there in pain and terror, I force my head up so I can look at Marissa. She had been getting up and it looks as if her head was clearing. However, seeing me go down, her concentration had been lost, and that was a fatal flaw. For the tiger had gotten up quicker than both of us had expected, and as she stares at me, trying to regain her thoughts, he screams and rushes her, pounding against her and throwing her to the ground, with him on top of her.

She hisses with fear and anger, fighting madly to get him off of her, as I watch, terrified at what's to become of us. Her struggles are in vain as he again forces his hand into her face, completely covering her muzzle with the shear size of it. Her fighting slowly stops, as she becomes more relaxed, and then to my utter surprise and horror, she begins to slowly lick the fur of his fingers. Laying panting on top of her, he smiles evily, as she continues to run her tongue across his hand. Then stroking her muzzle softly, that familiar nefarious gleam returns to his eyes, and to my disgust she begins to softly purr.

Getting up slowly, he stands and helps her to her feet. She stands there swaying lightly, looking again half drugged, with her eyes softly clouded over. Putting his arm around her, her pulls her closer, as she purrs yet again. Then nodding to the cougar on top of me, I feel him get up and drag me to a standing position, holding my right arm pinned behind me, as pain shoots throughout my entire body. The next moment, the panther who had been crouched in pain, is also beside me, all too happy to take my other arm behind me, making sure to dig his claws in extra hard in the process.

Staring back at the tiger, the two other felenzi hold me firmly, helpless and scared. He grins back evily at me, once again placing his hand under Marissa's muzzle, as she melts against his grip and laps absently at his fingers. Glancing around the bar, hoping in vain for someone to intervene, the rest of the patrons are sitting there, watching the show before them with rapt fascination and excitement. Then turning my gaze back to the tiger and watching in horrified anger, he looks down at her and begins to caress her side, as the bulge in his pants slowly returns. Reaching one of her breasts, he slowly cups it, stroking her beneath the fabric of her shirt, as I blurt out "leave her alone asshole" in fear and anger.

At this outburst, the two cats holding me so firmly both growl slightly, digging their claws further into my flesh, shaking me quickly as I gasp out in pain. Jerking his head upwards, a snarl forming, the tiger gruffly replies, "you little platuke... you almost messed things up pretty good for us. I should teach you a lesson for sticking your muzzle someplace where it doesn't belong, but right now I've got more important matters to attend to."

Turning back to Marissa, still holding his hand near her muzzle, he grins again and takes a single unsheathed claw and runs it down the front of her shirt, quickly separating the buttons, until it lies open, exposing the white fur of her chest and abdomen slightly. Then reaching the rim of her breeches, and pulling roughly on the fabric, he quickly untucks her shirt. As her shirt's ripped open, it further exposes her flat belly, but for the moment the two halves of the garment are still partially covering her breasts, although it's painfully obvious that she's not wearing a bra.

Having tackled her shirt, his fingers go to the button of her breeches. As I watch, struggling in vain against the solid grips behind me, my anger burning inside of me, the feeling of total helplessness clenches me, and I feel my pulse raging out of control. Also, in all of the confusion of emotions screaming within me, I'm horrified to notice that amongst the anger and fear, the sight of Marissa being revealed like this before me sets off some arousal in a dark corner of my mind. Gritting my teeth, and struggling further, the situation is totally helpless. There's nothing I can do to stop this, and I'm unable to turn away or close my eyes.

He deftly undoes the button of her breeches, while Marissa offers no resistance, just leaning against him with a dreamy look on her face, still licking the paw before her muzzle. Then parting the fabric aside, and forcing his huge hand down inside the garment, he grins lecherously, feeling the warmth of her crotch; Marissa purrs deeply at this intrusion, and grows even limper, sinking further against him.

Laughing at this, he chuckles "I see you're more than ready... why don't we go upstairs..."

"Okay", she purrs and nods dreamily at this request, rubbing softly against him.

"No... you fucking bastard... leave her alone!" My voice is loud, but also rather high-pitched, and on the verge of cracking with all of the emotion surging within me.

Once again his eyes narrow on me. "Look you little runt... if you know what's best for you, you'll stay out of this. If you bother me again, I'm gonna rip your little head off..."

Keeping one paw down her open breeches, and moving the other from her muzzle to part her torn shirt and cup a naked breast, he turns and guides her back to the stairs. Fighting again against the iron grips of the two felenzi behind me, I struggle fiercely, ignoring the pain shooting through me, as they restrain me with their strong arms and sharp claws.

As they reach the foot of the stairs, he turns his head and mutters to his companions. "Take care of him, then meet us upstairs..."

Watching them walk slowly up the stairs, feeling helpless and weak, the panther releases my shoulder from one of his hands. Still holding my arm behind me with the other one, he walks in front of me, eyeing me coldly. As I'm locked in his seething gaze, trembling and unable to look away, he strikes quickly, and using a newfound fighting technique, forcefully brings his knee up into my crotch. As the waves of pain surge through me, ripping through the pit of my stomach and knocking the wind out of me, I crouch forward, only to be caught by his strong arm. This isn't a comforting or helpful grip though, as I rest there caught in the throes of agony, there is a heavy thud, as something solid comes quickly and abruptly in contact with the back of my head. With that, everything is mercifully blotted out, as blackness overtakes me.

* * *

Consciousness seeps back into me gradually, as I become painfully aware of my body once again. Lying there on the floor of the bar, my head is throbbing heavily, and moving to sit up, my whole body is racked with pain. Still confused and cloudy, Bringing my hand up towards my temple, I concentrate, calling forth the healing powers within me. I still need some practice at this skill, but it works with marginal success, as the pain is somewhat dulled, and my head begins to clear.

Glancing to the windows at the front of the room, and judging from the light outside, it's probably an hour or so after sunrise. 'Shit, I've been out all night.' Then recalling the events of last evening a single thought echoes through my head, 'where's Marissa... I've got to get to her.' Jumping up, another spasm of pain travels through me, but goes mostly unnoticed, eclipsed by my frightened sense of urgency. As soon as I get to my feet, the innkeeper, who must have been watching me from the corner, rushes over to me, impeding my progress to the stairs.

"Where's Marissa, I need to help her," I pant at the little ocelot, feeling the adrenaline start to course through me.

"That's not your worry," he replies firmly, not moving from in front of me. "You caused a good bit of damage last night... you'd better have money to pay for it."

As the anxiety continues to build within me, I quickly lose patience with this little cat, who stands a few inches smaller than me. Darting out my left hand and grabbing him by the collar, my eyes afire with determination, and a snarl on my lips, I quickly bring my right hand a few inches from his frightened eyes. Producing a small ball of pure energy in my curled fingers, he tries to pull away from my firm grip. Having caught him completely unprepared for this attack, his eyes are wide with surprise as his ears are standing straight up with fear. I pull the trembling felenzi towards me, bringing his terrified face quite near my own. "Listen here you little furball" I yell at him. "I wanna know where the hell they've taken her, and I wanna know right now! Don't make me ask you again..."

Shrinking away from me, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, he shudders, then manages to stammer, "they're still upstairs... but you'd better stay out of this... they won't like it."

Anger seething within me, I narrow my gaze on this frightened little cat and belt out "I don't need your advice kitten. Leave me alone, or I'll bury your head in the litter box!" Spreading my fingers quickly, dispersing the energy in a small burst of light, further confusing him, I then give him a rough shove, and he falls quivering to the floor.

Darting up the stairs, my mind on fire with angry emotions, I come quickly to the hallway and pause a little uncertain. Panting briefly, trying to collect my thoughts, I scan the empty hallway and figure they'll be in the room Marissa rented. Moving quietly down the hall, my heart pounding in my ears, both from rage and fear, I come to the door and crouching slightly throw my weight against it.

The door gives way on the second thrust, and as it splinters, opening quickly, I stumble into the room. Quickly gaining my footing, I first notice Marissa spread out before me, lying naked and supine on the bed, her fur, normally brushed smooth, is completely messed up, as her hair is also in a terrible state of disarray. Upon my entrance, she turns her head and looks at me dreamily. Holding out a single black-furred hand she beckons towards me, and with a soft purr asks "hello Ben... come here lover..."

The next moment a powerful scent hits me, causing me to gag slightly. It seems that the heavy musk of these three obviously excited males, trapped all night in this small room, has built up a rather powerful smell, much like a locker room, only more musky, and stronger. Taking several breaths to adjust to their strong presence, I'm caught a little off guard by the sight of the three males, all likewise naked, standing up and eyeing me coldly.

Then half grinning, half snarling, the tiger laughs and speaks with a condescending tone in his voice. "Well look boys, her little pet's back... I guess he's dumber than we gave him credit for..." Chuckling again, he adds "your lady here has just agreed to stay on as our new bar girl and entertainment... so why don't you just get lost before I have to hurt ya."

Having assimilated to the male pheromones flooding the room, I've regained my composure slightly, pumped up and ready to fight. Still, looking at the massive body of the tiger manages to send shivers through my spine, as I wonder if I should be doing this. 'Dammit Ben, you can't chicken out now, you're in this to the end... at least you've got to go down fighting.'

Feeling the anger pulsing through me, again eclipsing the fear, I flex my fists and shift into a ready stance, trying to look as menacing as possible. "You fucking rapists... Leave her alone!" They seem a little confused by this, so I add "I may die trying, but I'll take on all three of you if I have to..."

At this the tiger throws back his head, laughing madly, fully exposing his teeth. Then looking at me grinning evily, his eyes flashing coldly, he replies, still chuckling mildly, "what? You're gonna be her protector... now that's a good one."

"I'm gonna kick your tail, that's what I'm gonna do you slimeball!"

Smiling wickedly at this challenge, as if he's anticipating taking this little shaved ape apart bit by bit, he motions to his cohorts to stay out of this as he steps forward. His face quickly becoming feral as his fighting instincts overtake him, he gets down into a crouch and readies himself for the first attack.

The sight of this huge beast before me further awakens the fear in the back corners of my mind, but luckily by now I'm pretty much running on automatic, as the single goal of surviving this fight is hammered through my brain. Luckily for me, my instincts don't totally cloud over my rational though, and a wild idea springs into my mind. Taking a deep breath, forcing myself to regain my composure, I keep a close eye on the tiger, getting ready to strike, concentrating on controlling the energy building within me.

His tail is lashing wildly, as he eyes me coldly with a predatory stare, and snarls loudly. Figuring he's going to charge me like any tiger would, like he'd done last night, I keep my concentration firm, watching him for signs of the impending strike. Then like a bolt of lightning, he screams and leaps forward, charging quickly at me. I'm ready for him though, and quickly jump off to the side. As he's flying by me, I turn with him, pointing my hands at his upper body and commanding a release of the force within me.

It's not as impressive as I'd hoped, since I'm still a novice, and it's hard to completely concentrate under these conditions, but it works well enough to get his attention. As the invisible energy flows at him, several puffs of smoke appear, emanating from his back and side. Howling in pain, he quickly spins around and madly swipes at the source of the pain with his hands, eyes wide with surprise. The spell wasn't successful enough to catch his fur fully on fire, but it's smoldering lightly in a couple of places.

Taking advantage of his confusion, I carefully approach him, quickly developing another wild straggly, one that springs to mind from memories of playfully teasing cats. As he notices my presence and looks up at me, I deliver a sharp and forceful blow with my fist, connecting squarely with his big nose. He howls again with pain, bringing one of his paws up to it as blood slowly runs out of his nostrils. Grinning wickedly with my accomplishment, it seems that indeed a cats nose is a rather sensitive place, and while blowing on it aggravates them to no end, a quick punch delivers even better results.

Backing up slightly, wary of him even in the throes of pain, I take another step backwards, watching him intently. He manages to recover quickly though, turning to glare at me, snarling, with his ears flattened back. He looks absolutely terrifying, the added effect of the blood dribbling down his muzzle only helping to make him look more frightening. As I take another couple of steps backwards, he charges me yet again, reaching out for me. Ducking out of the way at the last moment, I almost make it, but the tips of his sharp claws connect ever so briefly with my right arm. 'Luckily it's only a glancing blow, otherwise the bastard could have taken my whole arm off.' Even so, the four slashes left by his claws are quickly filling with blood, and it hurts more than I'd care for. 'Damn... this is going to make fighting him a little harder... he's also learning my tricks. Better come up with something new quick.'

He circles again, eyeing me with anger but also a little respect among fighters. As he lunges toward me again, this time I surprise him by ducking through his legs, instead of dodging off to the side. Going quickly beneath him, I look briefly up to see Marissa, still on the bed, clad in only her soft fur, looking up with arousal in her eyes. Spinning around quickly, I further surprise the big cat, by landing a kick firmly against his knee.

Howling yet again, and turning quickly, he spins, his hands ready, and claws bared. Trying to get out of the way, I quickly step back, but he again catches me with his claws, this time across the chest with his huge paw swipe. His blow neatly shreds the front of my shirt, and unfortunately also some of the flesh underneath, leaving four trenches, letting the bright red blood flow.

The pain grips me intensely, and for an instant threatens to cloud out any reasoning I have left. 'These wounds are much deeper than the ones on my arms.' However, the possibility of him getting in another swipe at me, is enough to jar me back to the task at hand. Reacting almost instinctively, bringing up both of my hands, I quickly call forth a simple spell, giving off a moderately bright flash. It's nothing fancy, I'm not skilled enough, nor do I have the concentration for that right now, but it's enough to buy me a little time as he blinks, momentarily stunned.

Stepping quickly behind him, wanting to get as far away as possible before he recovers, the pain shoots through me yet again. 'I don't think I can last too much longer... I've got to end this soon, before he can another shot in.' Then getting a desperate plan, I take a step forward, eyeing him intently as he recovers from the brief effects of that simple spell.

Then leaving myself open for another strike, I wait for him to make his move. However, as he does so, I suddenly shoot in, grabbing his huge arm between the wrist and elbow, ignoring the pain screaming throughout me. Stomping hard on the tiger's foot, he snarls loudly, not expecting this tactic. Then, with his attention diverted from his arm, I grab his wrist, turning it toward the roof and spinning, so my back's toward him.

Brining the arm down while standing up, my shoulder then catches his extended elbow. There's a sickening crunch, as his arm bends backwards at a weird angle. He roars in pain, looking at me with a strange mixture of anger and respect in his eyes. There's was no fight left in him though, as the pain eclipses his rage. Looking at me a little sheepishly he turns and makes a hasty retreat out of the room, followed quickly by his two companions, after briefly flashing me nervous and awed glances.

Watching them flee, I shudder slightly, coming down from the fever of the fight, a bit surprised at how well it turned out. Shaking as the rage seeps from me, the force of the pain then hits me hard, catching my full attention. Almost falling over from its abrupt onset, once fear wasn't overshadowing it, I steady myself and take several deep breaths, calming down and gaining my wits once again. Then being slow and deliberate, concentrating deeply, I call forth the healing powers within me. I'm still somewhat frazzled, and also very tired from the fight, so it takes longer than usual to build the spell; even then I can't get up to full power. Clutching my hand to my bloody chest, feeling the healing warmth spread through me, I manage to stop the bleeding, and diminish the pain, but it's far from completely gone. Now the pain is reduced to a dull throbbing, it's nowhere as gripping as it was, but it's a subtle reminder of the wound there. Looking down, the tears have healed a little bit, and the blood has clotted, but it will need closer attention in a little while. 'The damn thing's probably gonna leave a big scar too... fucking cats...'

Then remembering the situation, and the reason for the fight in the first place, I quickly turn to look at Marissa, still lying naked on the bed. Pausing ever so briefly I take in the sight of her before me, then snapping to attention, mentally scolding myself, I quickly look away, scanning the room for her clothes. They're lying neatly folded on a table to the end of the room. Walking quickly to them and gathering them up, I then turn and walk a little nervously towards her; still feeling some of the effects of the adrenaline from the fight.

Now she's gotten into a sitting position, still making no attempt to cover herself, and she still has that rather dreamy look in her eyes. 'Damn she's beautiful... shit, I can't believe I'm thinking this...' Forcing those thoughts out of my head yet again, I reach the bed, as she looks up at me, but makes no attempts to move. Taking her ripped shirt and gently wrapping it over her shoulders, I do my best to cover her up. Hesitating briefly, not knowing quite how to handle this, I finally ask "Marissa, are you okay?"

Continuing to look into my eyes, she purrs deeply replying "yes lover." Then adding with a little surprise, "you fought for me?"

Taken back by this, I reply a little confused, "of course I fought for you... they were... raping you."

Staring blankly back at me, she seems confused for a couple of moments, then purring again, she shocks my by reaching up to take the fabric of her shirt near the collar. Then slowly moving it back, she slides it off her shoulders, letting it drop softly behind her, again exposing her full beauty to me. The with a sultry smile on her muzzle, she leans backwards against her hands, spreading out somewhat before me.

Even the best of intentions are momentarily blotted from my mind, as I'm unable to turn away and I let my eyes peruse her supple body. Looking at the soft black and white of her fur, and the way she lies so inviting to me, it's hard to remain pure and sympathetic. Even with her fur messed up the way it is, she still looks very attractive, making it very difficult to keep my senses about me. As she lies there smiling, purring before me, her breasts rise and fall ever so slightly with her breathing.

Standing there looking at her, I'm lost in the picture before me for several moments. Then snapping myself back to attention, driving these urges further back in my brain, I regain my composure. Gently pleading with her, trying to be compassionate, I softly speak. "Marissa, we need to get you dressed..."

She looks at me, still somewhat dazed, then sits up partially, slowly reaching out her hand, as if wanting support to help her stand. Walking slowly towards her, trying to keep my eyes focused on her face, I reach my hand out to hers, taking it in at first a loose grip, waiting for her to indicate she wants to be helped up. She surprises me yet again, gripping my hand tightly, then leaning back abruptly and pulling me forcefully towards her.

Apparently my equilibrium's still a little messed up from the fight, and her quick move catches me completely off guard, as I topple onto the bed, almost on top of her. Quickly and fludily she rolls over, pushing me on my back, and laying partially over me. Scared and confused I look into her deep eyes, still somewhat cloudy, but definitely registering arousal. As her hand comes quickly up to my cheek, I try and intercept it, but she simply pushes me away. Making contact with my cheek she strokes it softly, letting out another purr.

I manage to pant "No Marissa..." as my troubled brain tries to comprehend this strange situation.

Tracing her fingers down my cheek, she reaches my already tattered shirt, and running a clawed finger down it, making sure not to come in contact with my wounds there, she fully tears the fabric. Then smiling at me she parts the cotton, revealing my chest and abdomen to her. As I struggle briefly against her, she holds my arms firmly in hers. Then looking at me, she speaks in a soft and seductive tone. "Come on lover, this is what you've wanted..."

My fighting slowly ceases, finding her logic very persuasive. As I become still, she smiles and then brings her muzzle down to the wound on my chest. Gently licking, she cleans the four slashes slow and methodically. It hurts some, but the feeling of her tongue running against my flesh makes up for it. Getting into the spirit of the moment, I slowly bring my hands up to her sides and back, and begin to softly stroke her, eliciting several deep purrs. As she lavishes me with her attentions, any doubts within me are quickly replaced with my growing arousal.

When she's finished attending to my wound, she rolls off a little, onto her side, giving me a better look at her. Gasping as her beauty overtakes me, she smiles again, taking her hand and dragging it down my chest to my shorts, resting on my belt buckle. Forcing off my shoes with my feet, they land with dull thuds on the floor as she slowly undoes my belt, and then the metal button of my shorts.

Hesitating slightly, then having second thoughts, I dart one of my hands to grasp hers, tugging lightly. Looking back at me a little confused, she then purrs, rubbing her furry body against my side, slowly coaxing me along. Finally my overtaxed brain can't hold back any longer, and I give in to her gentle persuasion. Releasing her hand and letting her undo my shorts, I lift my hips, allowing her to easily remove the last stitches of clothing from me.

Then rolling over on top of her, all thoughts wiped from my tired brain, I press against her soft, furry and so inviting warmth. Stroking her gently, as she purrs appreciatively, I slowly begin to move against her. Then letting our passion build, as our movements begin to pick up speed, we lose ourselves in moment, clutching tightly to one another. Feeling her against me, purring deeply beneath me, all of the tension of the past few days, all of the rage from the fight, all of my fear and uncertainty completely melts away from even the darkest recesses of my consciousness. All that's left are thoughts of her, and the growing desire between us, as we continue to move together, climbing the pinnacles of ecstasy.


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