~One Week Later~ “Why hasn’t he called?” Whisper the White Tiger asked as she paced back and forth in the living room of her home. A mix of worry, hurt and angry marred her cute, childlike face, making her look older than her young body usually allowed. The four foot tall loli woman looked up at her blind daughter who stood between her and the door, “Why hasn’t he come over?” she demanded, her tone reflecting the emotions her face showed. “He lives two bloody houses down! It’s not like he’s on the other side of the country,” she grumbled, skirt swishing as she paced. “Try to relax, Mother,” Samantha the White Tiger pleaded, wringing her hands near her stomach, her face colored with worry both for her mother and for the fox male she’d only met once. “You’re getting yourself worked up. Maybe he’s just busy.” “Busy!? No, more like he just used me like a tissue to blow his wad,” the loli tigress retorted, her chin quivering. It didn’t make any sense. She really shouldn’t be this upset, not over some random stranger she roped into fucking her senseless for a short day and very long night. Just remembering the things he’d done to her made her shiver despite her hurricane of emotions. He’d been so sweet and the words he’d said had led her to believe they’d have more than just a one night stand. They’d exchanged numbers that morning before he left. He’d promised to see her again. Whisper stopped and sank to her knees then, gripping the edge of her skirt in her tiny hands, fighting back the tears once again. Was it humiliation she felt for falling for his lies, or sadness that lies were all his sweet words and promises had turned out to be? “It’s not fair,” she whimpered, clamping her eyes shut as Sammie knelt and wrapped her arms around her mother. “Matthew isn’t the kind of guy that would lead you on, Mother,” she said soothingly, stroking Whisper’s hair. The loli pushed at her daughter and shook her head as she stood, sucking in the tears through sheer force of will that only a woman scorned could produce. “You don’t know that. You knew him for less than I,” she whispered before clearing her throat and announcing, “I’m going to go to the market. We’re out of milk and bread again. And ice cream. And cookie dough.” With that she left the room to return to her own to change. Sammie stood then and bit her lip, her worry deepening. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew that Matthew wasn’t a liar or a user. Something must have happened to him so that he couldn’t contact them. She would go find him- no matter how scary and unknown the world outside her home was. Sammie waited until her mother had left before grabbing from the closet the cane her grandfather had used back when he’d still been alive. She didn’t have anything else she could use to feel her way around, so it was this or nothing. The old oak felt warm in her hand and it soothed her nerves as she made her way to the door. She had not left the house in the years since she’d gone blind. It was all she knew but from her mother’s own words, Matthew lived not two houses down the street. She knew the number on his mailbox only because he’d mentioned it when she’d talked to him the morning before he’d left- before her mother had woken to join them for breakfast. Remembering that morning brought a flush of heat to her skin, reliving the embarrassment she’d felt as she recalled how she’d walked through the house naked after her shower. She wriggled a little and bit her lip as she recalled how she’d wanted to sit down to a cup of milk only to land herself right upon his lap. Oh god she could just die. She had totally forgotten he’d been in the house- she wasn’t really a morning person and he’d been so quiet. Quickly shaking her head to rid herself of her thoughts and the phantom feeling of his hard cock against her lush rump, she reached out with a shaky hand and opened the door. She stepped outside and locked the door behind herself using her house key for the very first time before slowly setting out down the path to the sidewalk beside the street. Heart hammering in her breast, she used her grandfather’s cane to feel her way out to the sidewalk. It was only as she stood there by the road, the wind blowing through her long black hair and against her fur that she realized that she had no idea if she had to go left or right. “Shit,” she muttered, surprising herself with the curse- something she never did. Well it seemed the day was just chock full of new things. Biting her lip, she chose left, hoping that his house would be down this way… Matthew yawned as he woke up, groaning as he dragged his sorry body out of bed. It was two in the afternoon from what his clock read, proving to him that he was starting to sleep in later than he used to. Shaking his head, he left his room and walked right into the bathroom, jumping into the shower to clean up and wake up. Beneath the hot spray that matted both his hair and fur and warmed his body, he recalled all he’d done in the past week and how much more he had to look forward to later that night. “Ugh. This is hell,” he grumbled. Ten minutes later and he padded his way down to the kitchen from the second floor dressed in clean clothes. “Look who decided to wake up today,” came the gravelly grumble that could only belong to his father. Freezing up, Matthew stood in the doorway of the kitchen a brief second before returning the greeting and quickly slipping inside. His family wasn’t too happy with him- had never been- but lately it seemed it was getting worse. Maybe it was because he still lived at home at 22, or maybe because he’d been unable to help around the house like he used to. Either way, he didn’t want to bear the brunt of his father’s heavy gaze or his mother’s ‘comforting-yet-torturously-passive-aggressive’ words any longer than he had to. “Oh come now, Richard. Matthew’s been working hard lately. He can sleep in as late as he wants and only see his family when it’s time to eat and pay the bills,” his mother spoke, words like knives in his back. “Margariette, he’s wasting his life away. I bust my ass every day and I still get up at 7am,” came his father’s response. ‘Oh god, please shoot me,’ Matt thought to himself as he pulled open the door of the fridge and grabbed the jug of milk. He poured himself a glass of milk and was one sip into it when the doorbell rang. He glanced towards the door but his mother was already there, opening it to answer so he looked away to sip his drink, choking upon it when his mother was instantly by his side- looking at him with eyes that burned with hell fire. “There’s a very scared woman standing at our doorstep asking for you. If you got her pregnant so help me god I will smite the unholy out of you!” Staring at his mother in pure, unadulterated shock, he set his glass of milk down on the counter abruptly then carefully toed around her before rushing to the door only to find Samantha standing there, clutching a wooden cane so hard that he could almost hear it creaking under the strain. “Sammie?” he asked with surprise, stepping outside to join her, reaching out and placing a hand upon her elbow. He took her in, his silver blue eyes absorbing the tight tan sweater that expressed her large bust and the ass hugging blue jeans she wore. So unlike her mother, Samantha stood at 5’5” and had all the boobage, buttage and leggage her mother lacked. He couldn’t help but remember that morning when she’d walked naked as the day she was born into the living room where he’d sat quietly sipping some OJ. He’d been so surprised and blown away that he’d been unable to breathe. She’d plopped herself right down on his lap then instantly froze up before she’d patted at his legs then reached back and grabbed at his chest. She had then bolted upright out of his lap and launched herself across the room with a cry of surprise that could have woken the dead but not- he knew- before she’d gotten a good long feel of his hard cock against her fine ass. Just the memory of her against him, the heat and lushness of her body had him growing hard inside his pants. “Matt!” she spoke up, breaking the tension in the air. “It’s mom. She’s freaking out cause you haven’t called or visited. Where have you been?” she asked, her voice tense and worried. He jerked a little as he mentally kicked himself, realizing he’d totally forgotten not just Sammie but also Whisper during the past week. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I’ve been crazy busy and I lost track of everything,” he explained and either his words or his tone lead her to relax and breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I knew you weren’t the type to just use someone,” she said, giving him the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “You going to introduce us?” came his mother’s sugar coated knife-like words from the living room behind him. “Um. No. I’ve got things to do,” he told the woman over his shoulder before stepping out further onto the porch and shutting the door behind him. “I’m so tired of their shit,” he grumbled before looping Sammie’s arm through his, leading the blushing woman back to her home. “Thank you for coming and getting me. I’ll talk with Whisper and sort everything out. God- I’m such an asshole. I completely forgot,” he said with a grimace, mentally kicking himself again. “It’s okay. I’m sure she’ll understand once you explain,” she soothed softly, pressing herself against his arm- purely for balance, she thought to herself. Matt could feel her ample breast pressing against his arm but his mind was elsewhere. It was thinking about how much of a dick he was, of how he’d broken all the promises he’d made, how he’d turned himself into a liar and bastard. Was there any way he could convince the little tigress that he was just a giant idiot and that he’d meant no harm? When they stepped into her house, Sammie leaned her grandfather’s cane against the wall by the door and pulled away from Matt. “She went to the grocery store to pick up a few things we needed. I’m sure she’ll be home soon,” she explained, sitting down on the couch. She patted the cushion beside herself for him to sit with her but found herself both pleasantly surprised and not the least bit disappointed- nope not one bit- when he refused. “That’s not soon enough. I’ll find her and apologize immediately,” he told her, “The only market near here is Hallin’s Place. Is that where she went?” “Yes. She’s always shopped there, ever since I was a little girl. It’s really convenient since its close,” she said then found herself giggling softly when she heard the door shut halfway through her sentence. He really was a good man, if he suffered from tunnel vision every now and then. The twinge in her chest had nothing to do with jealousy. Nope. Must be some kind of muscle spasm. “Yes. Definitely that,” she mumbled to herself… Whisper paced the familiar isles of the local store where she’d shopped for groceries three times a week for the last twenty years. She’d come here for the first time while three months pregnant with Sammie and had loved the cozy atmosphere and kind employees. It hadn’t helped that they’d all thought her a lost little girl that first time- and new employees always did the first couple times they saw her- but the owner absolutely loved her and always saw her a few discounts here and there. “Whisper, my girl! Welcome back,” spoke the man as if her thoughts had summoned him. She turned and smiled kindly up at the old Ash Coyote that stood before her. At 55, the old canine was still as spry as he claimed to be when a child, though he did complain about joint pain every now and then although she was never sure if he meant it or was saying it out of habit. The male was odd in a way though, that presented itself just then, “Some jerk hurt you, sweet pea?” He always seemed to know what was on her mind and could tell her mood as easily as if she were a giant mood ring. “Yeah, kinda… Yeah,” she said with not the slightest bit of sadness. Not a single bit. “Well then… You’re going to need some ice cream and cookie dough,” he told her, placing said items in her hand basket- which surprised her, since both things were on the other side of the store. “You’ll be happy to know that we’re doing a sale on both at the moment. Half off,” he told her before ruffling her short hair between her ears and giving her a kind smile before wandering off, leaving her standing there both confused and very touched. “Whisper!” Matt called, instantly grabbing her attention, making her turn towards him in both disbelief and surprise. The kindly store owner’s words and actions were forgotten as she took in the male that was her one night lover, her jade eyes devouring his form, remembering every inch of his body so intimately that she flushed with desire but of course her hurt feelings and mind crushed that arousal beneath iron fists. She glared at him, making him miss a step and nearly trip before coming to a halt. Standing but a few strides from her, Matt took in the little tigress whose jade eyes reflected such hurt and anger so intense that he felt all the bigger a dick for forgetting her. “Whisper, I’m so sorr-“ “Apologies won’t buy you forgiveness, Matthew,” she interrupted, her words biting into him like feral wolves. “Where were you? Why did you lie to me?” she demanded, sounding every bit the hurt child her appearance lead to believe. “I got a job. I’ve been in training for the past week. Hell, I have to go in later tonight for more!” he told her, “It’s been so damn hectic and stressful that I lost track of everything. I’d still be lost in my own little world of work and sleep if Sammie hadn’t snapped me out of it and remind me of how big of a dick I am.” She’d been ready for pretty much anything, from promises that it wouldn’t happen again, to explanations that he had just used her. What she hadn’t expected was a totally rational explanation that made sense. Nor had she expected to hear that her daughter had some part in him showing up again. She was so lost for how to react that she just stood there staring at him. “I didn’t mean to forget the promises I made, nor did I mean to break them, Whisper. I care about you, more than I rationally should given how long we’ve known each other, and I never would have intentionally hurt you. Especially not like that,” he told her, every word warming her to him, making her want to forgive him. But of course, nothing is ever that simple, “You forgot me, Matthew. You hurt me so bad. I can’t mean that much to you if this is how you treat me,” she replied, her words stinging herself as much as him. She half turned from him then and opened her mouth to speak the words she’d regret most only to find herself turned back towards him. The basket dropped from her hands as he scooped her up and she froze in his arms for all of a half second when his lips claimed hers but then the passion in the kiss hit her like a ton of bricks and she kissed him back so intensely. Her brain could bitch all it wanted- and oh it did- but her body knew the passion in his kiss was real, felt how he felt about her in the way he held her so close. “This… doesn’t make me… forgive you…” she whispered breathlessly to him between pants when the kiss broke before being swept up into another kiss then another and another. She wasn’t sure how it happened but when she felt a wall against her back, she opened her eyes to find they had moved to the restroom- most likely the men’s. Oh and her legs had locked around his hips. When had they done that? “Matt?” she questioned breathlessly as he ground himself against her. “Sorry, hun. My body’s like ‘fuck her now’ and I can’t say no to that idea,” he whispered to her, his voice just as breathless as hers. “I hope you don’t mind-“ “Put it in me already!” she interrupted, her cute voice both pleading and demanding in a sexy little contradiction. She ground herself right back against him eagerly as she clutched at his shirt. He pulled away just enough to push down his pants to free his hard canine cock then he pulled the crotch of her white panties aside. When he thrust into her, they both groaned the words ‘thank god’ at the same time, though for slightly different reasons. His because he’d thought she’d refuse and hers because he finally put it in. She was positively soaked and tight as a vice around his thick, hard cock, clutching every inch that he thrust into her like her life depended on it. Her nails tore into his shirt as he took her with the desperate, frantic need they both felt, every thrust of his length into her bringing his tip to her cervix in delicious ways she’d missed with all her being. The moans of pleasure he tore from her echoed in the bathroom along the wet sounds of his hips slapping against hers, the pleasure distracting her from the hard tiles at her back and how loud they were being in a public place. She should really be worrying more about getting arrested than feeling him cum inside her hungry womb but her mind had started to burn white. When she came, she cried out his name and shook as if her pleasure were an earthquake ripping her to pieces. Her climax was all he needed to reach his own peak. His cock throbbed hard inside her with every cord of hot, sticky seed that he shot into her until it was finally over and his knees gave out, bringing him down first onto his bum. His little loli panted heavily in his arms as she shakily wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a series of kisses that broke with every pant for breath. “Best… quickie… ever…” she panted, making Matthew smile as his forehead pressed against hers. “Damn straight,” he replied, making her giggle. “Don’t ever hurt me again,” she told him, opening her eyes to gaze into his. “Never again,” he agreed, kissing her softly once again. They stayed like that for a few minutes before getting up on shaky legs and straightening their clothes. There wasn’t anything to be done about his torn shirt, but Matthew wasn’t the slightest bit upset about it as he held her hand and walked out of the bathroom. Whisper however, blushed so intense that she felt as if she’d die on the spot when she spotted her hand basket full of bread, cold milk, frozen ice cream and cookie dough waiting on the floor outside the bathroom for her along with a note. She picked it up and blushed even more- as if that were possible- when she read it. “Try not to be so loud the next time you have make-up sex in my restroom. :) -Hallin”