Before Joseph the nineteen year old Snow Leopard could even get to the door and apologize to his twenty-seven year old Bobcat lover Misha, she reappeared in the doorway, eyes a blazing with rage and she pushed passed him to re-enter the apartment. There was not enough words to describe the cold stab to his heart as he watched her go over, scoop up her ten year old daughter Athaisce whose virginity he’d just taken. “We’re through, Joseph. I could understand Gena, but my daughter too? No. That’s too far over the line,” she told him, meeting his pained gaze and hesitating only slightly before taking her leave. He just… couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t even turn to watch them go. He’d just fucked up royally and paid a heavy price- one he had trouble coming to grips with. He wasn’t really aware of anything until a small hand tugging at his ruined shirt got his attention, causing him to look down at the ten year old black Timber Wolf Gena. She gazed back up at him with those big blue eyes of hers so full of fear and spoke in a voice that trembled, “They aren’t coming back, are they?” Dropping to his knees, he took the poor girl into his arms and hugged her tight against him. He took a deep breath and then let it out slowly before finally whispering back, “No. I don’t think they are.” She shook a little in his arms and hugged him as best she could before giving a muffled, “I’m sorry.” Joseph slowly shook his head and stroked her silky black hair, teasing her fluffy ears a little, “It isn’t your fault, Sweetie. I should have said no… I… I should have said no.” It was uncertain how long they stayed like that before finally he let her go and stood, closing the front door that he hadn’t realized until this point was even still open. When he turned back around, Gena was staring at the food that had spilled on the floor when Misha had found them in the living room. “I’ll clean it up, Sweetie. Why don’t you go see if there’s anything good to eat in the fridge,” he told her and when she looked up at him with this lost look, he sighed. He’d just lost a lover but she’d lost not just her best friend, but a woman she’d come to consider as a second mother as well. Walking over to her, he gently placed a hand on her back between her shoulder blades and guided her into the kitchen. Once there, he gently picked her up and set her on the counter before kissing her cheek. “Wait here for me, Sweetie,” he quietly told her before quickly setting about throwing away the ruined food. He even tossed away his torn shirt while he was at it, but despite how quick he was, when he returned, Gena had already started crying. It wasn’t loud sobbing or some tantrum you’d expect someone so young to give, just a quiet trickling a tears down her furry cheeks. Though he’d tried to take all the blame for what had happened, she knew she was partially the reason for it as well. If she’d not insisted on the blowjob, then the sex, Misha wouldn’t have caught them. Thoughts like this played over and over in her mind, so when Joseph hugged her, she barely noticed. Knowing the poor girl wasn’t hungry and wouldn’t be hungry until she calmed down, he gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms, carrying her back into his bedroom. It was dark in the room, which was about right considering he never opened the curtains in this room, but his night vision compensated so he carried her with ease over to the bed. When he tenderly laid her down on it, she curled up on her side and hugged one of the pillows, burying her face against it. Joseph sighed and climbed up onto the bed with her and spooned with her, wrapping an arm protectively around her. He nuzzled the top of her head between her ears and closed his eyes, resting as he held her… When morning came, Joseph woke to find himself on his back with Gena passed out atop him, his fur damp near her mouth from where she’d drooled in her sleep. She’d also apparently fully stripped at some point, because she was now very naked. He smiled at the adorable sight, the pain in his heart easing just a little at it. He tenderly stroked his fingers through her silky hair, lightly scratching her scalp just the way he knew she loved and she stirred, her eyes fluttering before focusing on him. “Good morning,” he whispered. She sat up and straddled his lap, giving a mighty yawn as she rubbed one eye. “Mornin’,” she slurred before looking around. “Still dark though,” she grumbled then gasped when he turned on the bedside lap. “Bright. Too bright!” she cried, covering her eyes, which was so cute he couldn’t help but laugh. “You were the one complaining,” he teased softly as he gently rested his hands on her hips, gently rubbing. She eventually lowered her hands, resting them on his chest. “You have me all to yourself now,” he told her and she gave a little frown. “Yeah… and that should make me happy…” she started then nibbled on her lower lip, apparently just then realizing that he was hard beneath her, pressing against her little cunny through his pants. “But it doesn’t, does it?” he asked and she sighed and shook her head. “Distract me? Please? I don’t want to cry anymore,” she whispered softly words too mature for her young self. How could anyone say no to that? He nodded and started to rock his hips up against hers, while using his hands to move her hips. She gave a cute little moan and arched her back a little, quickly taking over moving her own hips, her fluffy tail slowly wagging. The more he moved up against her, the faster she moved back against him, until her arousal had soaked through the fabric of his jeans to his hard cock. He stopped her then and had her raise her hips while he quickly unfastened and pushed down his pants, his hard feline cock throbbing between them. She lowered herself back down, not taking him inside but instead pressing her slick cunny against his hard shaft, pushing his cock into his stomach as she ground herself back and forth against the length of it, wringing moans of pleasure from them both. His hands gripped her hips a little tighter, urging her to grind faster, panting as he gazed up at her. Her cute little pink nipples were hard as diamonds and just begging to be touched and teased, so, after wrapping his tail around her waist, he slide his hands up and gently palmed her tiny breasts, rubbing slowly. She arched her back further and pushed her budding breasts into his hands, every brush of his slightly rough palms against her nipples sending sparks of pleasure through her. “Please,” she begged softly, panting with need, her eyes dark with hunger. He nodded and she gave a little sound of glee before raising up. She reached between them and grabbed his big hard cock in one hand, lining him up before pushing her hips back down. She gasped, he groaned, the pleasure of her tight cunny devouring his length, stretching around his girth, blurring the world around them. Panting, she leaned back the second her hips pressed against his, resting her hands on his legs just above his knees, starting to twist and rock her hips against his while his hands dropped to rest on her hips. He moaned beneath her, rocking his hips as best he could before taking his hands away and raising up onto his elbows, now pushing his hips against hers a little, keeping time with her movements. “N-not enough~” she whimpered after a bit, a desperate look in her eyes and he nodded immediately before rolling them over. He pulled out of her and she scrambled onto her knees, hugging one of the pillows as she moved her tail to the side while wagging her cute little rump at him, “Fuck me!” He gave her ass a small slap, causing her to moan, which made him laugh softly before lining himself up and thrusting back into her, shuddering as he once again plunged deep into her soaking wet, tightly gripping, deliciously hot hole. Holding her hips in both hands, he took her in deep, full strokes, panting and moaning as he did, seeing her biting the pillow, her eyes closed. He almost stopped, thinking he was hurting her, but when she opened her eyes and looked at him over her shoulder, the look of pure lust in them quelled his fears and even urged him to take her faster and harder. He could feel it, her body starting to get even tighter, could feel her starting to tense up, could feel his own climax quickly approaching, but the sound of a heavy knock on the front door made them both still. They held their breath and another knock came. Gena gave a little gasp and Joseph bit his lip as they pulled apart. He stuffed himself inside his pants while Gena grabbed one of his discarded shirts, tugging it on. Joseph got to the door first and flung it open, hoping in his heart of hearts that Misha would be there, but those that stood at the door set his blood to ice. Gena came dashing up but stumbled and stopped short at the sight of the two police officers standing just outside. “Can I help you?” Joseph asked and the two grim cops, one a tan and white furred Alaskan Husky and the other a gray and white furred German Shepard. The German Shepard who looked about around that age where most cops retire, took off his hat and sighed. “Can we come in?” he asked in a voice that held that gravel tone most old men picked up. When Joseph nodded, he lead the two of them into the living room, where he opened a window and turned on the lights. The cops didn’t comment on the smell- it probably smelled like sex. Sex was the last thing on anyone’s mind at this point. “We came to deliver bad news,” the Husky spoke and the Shepard shot him a look which made him fall silent. The Shepard then looked to Joseph then cocked his head a little towards Gena which made Joseph raise his eyebrows. “Hey sweetie,” the Snow Leopard said, turning his gaze to her, “Why don’t you go sit in the other room for a bit. We grown-ups have some difficult things to talk about...” She looked back and forth from Joseph and the police officers, her ears going back, her eyes wide. “Go on,” he urged and she nodded, her tail drooping as she left the room, going back into his bedroom and closing the door. Once she was out of the room, Joseph took a deep breath but before he could speak, the old Shepard sighed and spoke up, “There was a shooting last night at the airport just outside the city.” Joseph froze, his eyes going wider, his fur standing on end, tail poofing up. “Oh god no!” he said quietly and the two cops nodded slowly. “Her parents were among the first of the dead that were identified last night. We’ve already contacted little Gena’s only living relatives but finding you two was the hard part,” the older officer said while his partner the Husky nodded and briefly mentioned call tracking and such. “We have to take her back to the station with us where we will be holding her until her aunt and uncle arrive. Since you’re just her babysitter and not related to her, we can’t just leave her here.” Joseph nodded slowly, feeling his gut knotting up. “I’ll follow in my car,” he told them and they nodded. “I need to get a shirt,” he said softly then went over to his room, opening the door to find Gena standing there, her eyes all big and fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Her chin quivered and it was so obvious she’d heard every word. Without another word, he hugged her close… At the station, sitting on two chairs in a small waiting room, Joseph held little Gena’s hand while they waited for her aunt and uncle to arrive. It took a bit, a little over two hours, but when they finally came in, he didn’t really see the family resemblance. Both were Arctic Wolves, the woman pudgy and the man had a beer belly, but when Gena saw them, she hopped off the chair and ran over, right into her aunt’s arms who hugged her close. They spoke quietly and when Joseph walked over, he shook the uncle’s hand. He spoke with the man for a moment before all four of them piled into cars, Gena with the two of them in their rental and Joseph in his own. They drove to the funeral home where her parents waited. The morticians had done a fantastic job, the two of them didn’t even look dead, but no one thought they were just asleep. It was too quiet, too sobering to think such playful thoughts. The funeral itself was over rather quickly and the two of them were laid to rest beneath the earth about three hours later. It was after this that the will was read, but since Joseph wasn’t related to them or even mentioned in it, he wasn’t allowed to attend. The last glimpse he had of Gena was just before she was taken away by her aunt and uncle to live up in Maine near the Canadian border. He gave her a sad little wave, but her eyes were so empty, so lost, that he didn’t believe she actually saw him. He never even got the chance to tell her goodbye.