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", "writing": "[b][center]~~~~~\nCruising Altitude\nBy VerbMyNoun\n~~~~~[/center]\n\nBoston Logan International Airport, Boston, MA[/b]\n[u]July 6, 2013[/u]\nJoel waited impatiently for the plane to board. He didn’t really know why, since he would just be cramped into tighter quarters until takeoff, but lately none of his thoughts made any sense. He was irritable and moody. After the breakup with Phoebe, nothing in his life seemed stable any more. He reluctantly agreed to go on this trip at his older sister’s insistence, and now regretted telling her about Wendy and Shyara looking for more people in order to get a discounted group rate.\nHe looked over at Janine, who was talking with her friend and roommate-to-be for the duration of this misadventure, Yvette Rikkers. While he had heard nothing but wonderful things about the attractive cheetah woman, her bright, cheery outlook conflicted heavily with his cloak of misery. Juno was sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, reading National Geographic on her tablet.\n“Hey, Joel!” he heard a familiar voice call out from behind.\nThe young stallion turned to see his friend and teammate, Wendy O’Donnell, approaching the terminal, with two other mice and a sugar glider following close behind. The sixteen-year old herm gave him a friendly hug. Looking at the Chimera Prep Administrative Assistant, she said, “Hello, Miss Hutcheson,” then to the youngest of the horses, “Hi, Juno.”\nThe little filly just gave a grunt of acknowledgement, completely engrossed in some article about the rumored existence of a tribe of Smilodons on some remote South American island. Janine chuckled, and told the teen, “Please, Wendy, call me Janine. Hello, Mr. O’Donnell.” She smiled at the patron of the mouse household and gave a friendly wave.\n“Same thing goes for me, Janine. Call me Larry,” he said, setting down his carry-on bag. “So, I guess some introductions are in order. Of course, you know Wendy and Shyara; this here is my son, Vincent.” He slapped his paw on the boy’s shoulder and pulled him close. “He just graduated from Harold Griffin.” Larry reached up and pulled the ear buds out of his son’s large, round ears. “Don’t be rude, boy. Say hello.”\n“Nice to meet you, Vincent -”\n“Vince,” the scruffy youth said abruptly, cutting her off. After getting a sharp look from his father, he added, “I prefer to be called Vince... please.”\n“Well, you know Joel from the meets. Over there is our little sister, Juno, with her head in the jungle. This here is my friend and assistant Girl Scout leader, Yvette,” she did her best Vanna White impression, gesturing toward the sexy cheetah beside her.\n“Hi, Yvette,” the group of newcomers said, not quite in sync with each other, resulting in a jumbled, mumbled, unintelligible greeting.\n“So who else are we missing?” Larry asked, doing a head-count. There were eight of them currently waiting to board; he had been told their group consisted of thirteen.\nAs if on cue, a shrill cry echoed down the corridor. “Juuunnnnooooooo!!!” The young horse’s ears perked at the sound and she looked up from her reading in time to see a Snowshoe cat girl running full-speed toward her. The filly packed her tablet away and jumped up from her chair, running to see her friend.\n“Abbbbbbbyyyyyyyy!!!” She called back. The pair met up in the middle of the terminal, sharing a warm hug and bouncing up and down excitedly.\nThe eldest sister, Layla, walked up to the sugar glider and gave her a friendly embrace. “Hey, Mama. You ready for a little break?”\nShyara tried to smile, but fidgeted nervously, betraying her feelings. “I am. Hell, I need this. I just feel a little uneasy bein’ away from her for so long, ya know? I just dropped her off at Ethan’s before comin’ here, and it’s already the longest we’ve been apart.”\n“She’ll be fine! Ethan’s gonna be a great Daddy. You’ll see! The point of all this is for you to forget about him and have some fun!” She took her volleyball teammate’s paw into her own, and led her over to where Larry and Janine were talking. “Hi, Janine!”\n“Hi, Layla,” the mare said back. “I’m glad you could make it!”\n“Me too! I’m looking forward to helping this one here find a nice, well-hung stud to take her mind off of Ethan!” she said, giving the teen mom a playful nudge.\nJanine blushed at the feline’s brazenness. It was no secret that she harbored feelings for Mortimer Wallace, and had been devastated when the rabbit boy moved out West. Still, her transformation from demure wallflower to school slut overnight was unexpected. The mare shook her head; she didn’t mean to, but she couldn’t help but envision the little cat girl trying out a variety of cocks before passing a winner on to her friend. Deciding to change the subject before she could get any more uncomfortable, she said, “Tell your parents that I said it is nice to see them, and I am happy that they could come along.”\nLayla looked at her folks and said something in Mandarin. The two older felines smiled and gave an awkward combination of a wave and bow. The Xiaos had come to America nineteen years ago, and were the proprietors of the most successful Chinese restaurant in Marblecliff. They could barely speak a lick of English, which made them blissfully unaware of their eldest daughter’s promiscuity.\n“They say that they’re excited, and thank you for the invitation,” Layla translated back to her. Looking at the grumpy stallion, she purred seductively, “Hi, Joel.”\n“Hello, Layla,” he grumbled.\n“Aww,” she pouted. “Somebody’s grouchy. It’s okay, I understand. But if you decide that you want some cheering up, you just swing by my room! Any time.”\n“Not interested, but thanks,” Joel said, starting to get irritated by her advances.\n“Just keep the offer in mind, stud,” she playfully stroked her claws over his broad chest. “I’d hate to see you end up like my little brother over there.” She gestured at the thirteen-year old feline boy that was now seated next to Juno’s bags, his muzzle buried in a comic book. Oblivious to their stares, Blake lifted a paw and adjusted his glasses.\n[center]~~~~~[/center]\n“Hey,” a large brownish-gray paw pushed Derek’s laptop shut. “This is a vacation. No working.”\nThe seventeen-year old Timber wolf-Samoyed mix raised his head and turned to look at his father. “I know,” he answered back, opening the screen and showing his father what he was looking at. “I was checking out dune buggies.”\n“You’re not fooling me, son,” A.J. Blackfoot told his oldest son. “I can see those gears in your head turning. You’re building one in your head as we speak.”\nWith a defeated sigh, the young man acquiesced. “Fine. But tell me it wouldn’t be fun.”\nA.J. chuckled, tousling Derek’s hair. “No doubt it would. But your mother and I are taking you and Lucas on this cruise to make you slow down. You’re gonna find yourself an early grave at this rate.”\n“But what a way to go,” he replied. His father shot him a reprimanding glare. “Oh, come on, tell me you don’t want to overhaul that old Bug out back and turn it into the ultimate Meyers Manx; maybe take it out to Cape Cod and tear up some sand?” The corners of the middle-aged wolf’s muzzle curled up into an excited grin; Derek knew he had him hooked.\nA.J. lurched forward suddenly, caught off-guard by a kick to the back of his seat. “Alan James Blackfoot!” a sweet, feminine voice scolded him from behind. A slight Soviet accent gave the words a sexy, exotic flavor. “You’re not supposed to be encouraging him! If I see eizher of you so much as open a copy of Motor Trend or Road & Track for zhe rest of zhis trip...” She didn’t need to finish her thought, as the two males sitting in front of her got the message.\nThe thirty-seven year old Ukrainian immigrant leaned back in her chair and looked at her youngest son. Lucas was busy at the moment, scrolling through the entertainment selections trying to find an in-flight movie to watch. She sighed contentedly, thankful that her husband granted her request for first-class tickets. If she was going to be confined to one seat for seven and a half hours for a non-stop flight, she wanted the additional legroom. Complimentary alcohol was a welcome bonus, and as the flight attendant - a young bird girl with iridescent black, purple, green, and blue feathers - approached with the drink cart, the Samoyed woman leaned over and asked, “Excuse me... JJ?” She spared a moment to look at the attractive avian’s name badge. “May I have a mimosa, please?”\n“Certainly, Ma’am,” the common grackle said with a smile, pouring equal parts champagne and orange juice into a flute and passing it over. Lucas leaned his body back as far as possible to avoid accidentally spilling it all over his vintage vest. Taking the drink into her paw, Oksana smiled politely and said, “[i]Duže diakuju.[/i] Thanks.”\nAs the woman moved on to other passengers, Lucas turned his head, looking down the aisle at her shapely, feathered backside. The bottom edge of her skirt rode up just high enough for the boy to catch a glimpse of her neon pink thong disappearing into the cleft of her ass.\n“You know,” his mother said, startling him. “Taybra’s going to fill out like zhat one day. You should be more patient wizh her, and look at girls your own age.” He quickly turned back straight in his seat, his cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment. Oksana chuckled softly to herself as she took a sip of her beverage.\nDerek snickered a little at his younger brother as well, but kept his mouth shut. He had his own women troubles to deal with. Since that night with Midori in the back of Xavier’s Bentley, he had gone on a few dates with a few of the girls from school. Amanda Lawson had been nice and pretty enough, but on their date, they had both been terribly quiet and things just felt awkward. There just hadn’t been the necessary spark between them to get anything going. Tessa Fairchild, on the other hand, was more interested in testing their sexual compatibility more than anything else. Halfway into their dinner, and the bearded dragon girl was trying to cut the meal short and get him back to her place. He drove her home and politely bid her a good-night.\nHe shook his head, sighing. What he really wanted was to find a girl his own age that was as sexually adventurous as Midori and mature as Yvette. 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He dreaded having to face her again, hoping that she wouldn’t think of him as a pervert. He started to get impatient, and knocked on the other door.\n“Wait your damn turn!” an angry male voice shouted back.\nBehind him, the door unlatched and the girl he had accidentally walked in on stepped out. She looked at him angrily, grabbed him by the arm, and led him to the empty row of seats next to the lavatories. “Sit down,” she commanded, shoving him roughly into the window seat. She reached up into the overhead compartment, took out a blanket, and gracefully took her place next to him. The girl unfolded the blanket over their laps, then looked the mouse boy in the eyes and told him, “Undo your pants.”\n“What?” he asked, incredulously. “Why?”\n“You got to see mine. I want to see yours,” she told him. The angry glint in her eyes told him he shouldn’t argue about it. She watched Vincent as he fumbled with his buckle and lifted his hips, pulling his jeans down just far enough to expose his cock to her mischievous stare.\n“Not bad,” she smiled. “Now, touch it.”\nHe wasn’t sure where the cute canine was going with this, but he hoped it would lead to her “napping” with her head in his lap. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and began a slow rhythm, stroking himself for the stranger’s entertainment.\n“Nice,” the girl cooed into his large, round ear. “Go a little faster.” She lifted up the edge of the cloth and peeked underneath as he established a quicker tempo, deliciously rolling his fingers around the head of his engorged cockflesh.\n“What’s going on here?” a female voice asked from over the dog girl’s shoulder. “You know, I should have you both arrested for public indecency. Instead, I’ll give you one warning. Young man, pull your pants back up and get back to your seat.”\nThe flight attendant stared at Vincent angrily, pointing back further up the aisle to where Larry sat with his back turned, unaware of what sort of trouble his son was getting into. He bowed his head, ashamed, and pulled his pants back up, taking care to tuck his raging erection back into place so that it wouldn’t be quite so obvious as he returned to his family. He stood carefully, giving himself one final adjustment, before stepping out into the aisle and hurrying back to his assigned seat.\n“Now, cutie,” the busty bird woman said, leaning over the canine girl, “what’s your name?”\n“Nana,” the teen said nervously.\n“It’s okay,” the avian said, placing a feathered paw on her shoulder reassuringly. “You’re not in trouble. That kid,” she gestured toward Vincent’s back with her beak, “was just a little grimy for my tastes. You, however,” her beak broke into a flirty grin, “are just the kind of girl I go for. By the way, my name’s JJ. It’s nice to meet you, Nana.”\n[center]~~~~~[/center]\n[b]Victoria, BC, Canada[/b]\n[u]Early Afternoon[/u]\n“So, are you all packed up for your move?” Wendy asked.\n“No, I haven’t even started.”\n“Wow, not even a little? Shouldn’t you be leaving in a little more than a month? And you’re spending almost two weeks on this cruise,” the mousette lectured him. “Cutting it close, aren’t you?”\nJoel just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Honestly, now that Phoebe isn’t following me out there, I don’t feel like going.” The teens walked side by side along the main deck of The Enchantment of the Seas, slowly making their way from bow to stern. They carefully stepped around other passengers and dodged excited children, seemingly the only ones on board the entire ship not eager to check out their rooms.\n“If you don’t go, what are you going to do?” She asked, her brown eyes sparkling with friendly concern.\n“I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe take a semester off, reevaluate my life and my goals.”\n“You’re not thinking of trying to get back together with her, are you?” she asked incredulously.\n“No, I don’t... Maybe. I don’t know,” he stumbled over his own emotions at the thought. “Should I have fought harder to save what she and I had, Wendy?”\n“Seven years! You gave her seven years of your life, Joel! And how did she repay you? She broke up with you through email!” The normally calm and rational mouse’s face was becoming red with anger. “If you mean so little to her that she’d do something so callous, then no, she doesn’t deserve you.”\n“What do you think I should do?” His big blue eyes searched hers, completely lost.\n“That’s not my call,” she said. “If it was, I’d go to Stanford. A free ride at such a great college is too good of an opportunity to pass up. Plus, who knows, I might end up enjoying myself anyway. But it’s your future, your decision. I’m sure that when you have to, you’ll do what’s best for you.” She arched up onto her tip-toes and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Come on,” she tugged on his t-shirt. “Let’s get changed and hit the pool.”\n[center]~~~~~[/center]\n[i]*knock knock*[/i]\n“Come in!” Shyara shouted, the sound of her voice muted by the fact that her face was buried in her gym bag. [i]“GoddamnpieceofshitwherethafuckdidIputit...”[/i] she grumbled to herself, the contents of her bag scattered all around her on the bed and floor.\n[i]*knock knock*[/i]\nPulling her head out from the bag, she yelled again, “Come in, for fuck’s sake!” She blushed a little as the door to her cabin swung open and Janine stepped in, tucking her tall head to avoid hitting it in the doorway.\n“Everything okay in here?” the mare asked, concerned.\n“I’m tryin’ ta find my damn phone, but I can’t find it,” the sugar glider explained. “I hope I didn’t lose it in the cab!”\nJanine fished her cell out from her shorts pocket and called the girl’s phone. A moment later, the muted sounds of Pink’s “Just Give Me a Reason” started playing from somewhere on the floor. Shy hopped off the bed, crawling on her paws and knees until she came to the pair of shorts she had just changed out of. “Found it!” she cried out, relieved. She bounced up onto her footpaws triumphantly. “Thanks!”\nJanine frowned, looking over at the teen mother as she busied herself in her screen. “Talk to me, Shyara. How are things going? You holding up okay?”\n“Mmhmm,” the teen said dismissively, typing out a text to her ex-boyfriend to let him know she had boarded the ship safely.\n“You know, postpartum depression isn’t uncommon for women your age,” the older mare explained, “and the likelihood of having is increased by several conditions that I know you’re dealing with: your relationship with Ethan, your distance from your parents, not to mention the hormonal shift in your body after the pregnancy...”\nTucking her phone into her bikini top, Shyara looked at the woman and said, “That’s not tha problem. Don’t try and act like ya know me.”\n“I’m just saying, don’t rule it out,” Janine said sympathetically, walking across the room and sitting amidst all the clutter on the bed. “It could still be there, and you not realize it with the other stuff you have going on. Are you irritable?”\n“Yeah,” Shyara cocked an eyebrow.\n“Having trouble concentrating?”\n“Duh,” the teen said, patting her phone. “What was yer first clue?”\n“Can’t sleep?”\n“Not well,” her expression softened.\n“Low energy?”\n“Sometimes,” the teen girl’s shoulder slumped.\n“Suicidal thoughts?”\n“God, no! It’s not as bad as all that,” the sugar glider was surprised and a little offended by the question. “Look, I appreciate yer concern; yer just doin’ yer job as my guidance counselor. I get it. But I’m tellin’ ya, it has nothin’ ta do with the baby. I just miss...”\n“I’m not going to pressure you to tell me if you don’t want to, Shy,” Janine wrapped the smaller girl in her arms and held her tightly. “But if you want to, I’m here whenever you need me.”\n“...I miss havin’ somebody ta tell me they love me.” A few tears escaped the corners of her eyes, running down her cheeks to land on the mare’s shirt.\n“You’ll find someone new,” Janine ran her fingers reassuringly through Shyara’s streaky hair. “You’re a pretty, funny, intelligent young lady, and it won’t take you long. You just need to let go of the past, and start looking forward. Not just for your sake, but for that pretty little girl you have back home. She deserves a happy mommy.”\n“Promise?”\n“I promise, sweetie. You’ll see.”\n[center]~~~~~[/center]\n“How’s things going with Tay?”\nLucas looked up from his suitcase as his brother emerged from their shared bathroom. Derek had already managed to unpack his bags and had changed into a pair of swim shorts. The older boy walked over to his dresser and started pulling off all of his rings and necklaces.\n“They’re... okay, I guess,” Lucas answered. “Why are you asking?”\n“You don’t look like a kid that misses his girlfriend,” he replied. “You’re happy and excited. I know I’m no expert or anything, but I’ve seen young couples forced to spend days apart from each other before. There’s moping... crying... anger at the parents for not letting them stay behind and making them go on the stupid trip. You, little brother, don’t miss her.”\n“Of course I do!” the younger brother argued. “I talked to her right before takeoff. I told her how much I wished she could be here, and we talked about our plans while I’m away.”\nThe older brother took off his bandana and tied his hair back into a ponytail, then dropped down onto his own bed on the other side of the room. “Yeah? What are your plans for this trip?”\n“I was gonna swim; try to learn to surf; maybe see if you, Mom, or Dad wanted to grab a moped and hit some local shops in Hawaii for some neat stuff; maybe go rock climbing, or hang gliding; I wanna go scuba diving!”\n“Nice,” Derek said, grinning at his sibling’s enthusiasm. “What about Taybra?”\n“Oh! She’s going to Six Flags, the zoo, a Sox game, a - ”\n“Lucas,” his brother said, calming him down. “That’s not what I mean. When, in the middle of all your fun, are you planning on talking to your girlfriend?”\nRealization sparked in the pre-teens eyes like lightning. “Oh...” Several minutes went by as Lucas sat in silence, thinking over his brother’s words. Derek, in the meantime, finished getting ready to head out for the pool, slipping on a pair of sunglasses.\n“Derek?”\n“What’s up?”\n“I... I kinda wish things with Tay were like Prichard and Abby’s relationship.”\n“How’s that?”\n“They...” the younger boy blushed bright red through his white fur as he prepared for what he was getting ready to say next. “They have sex.”\n“How do you know?”\n“Prichard told me,” Lucas said.\n“Trust me, if he told you that, you don’t want that kind of relationship,” the older brother said.\n“Why not?”\n“Either he’s full of shit, or he doesn’t respect her,” Derek leaned over, looking his little brother in the eyes. “You’re not too old for me to kick your ass if you start acting like that. Come on,” he held out his paw, “quit trying to unpack and let’s hit the pool!”\n[center]~~~~~[/center]\nBlake laid back in his bed, reading the latest issue of Justice League, trying his best to drown out the sound of Abby talking on the phone. As much as he loved his sister, he honestly didn’t care about her pre-teen drama about which of her friends was dating who, or what flavor-of-the-month pop star was coming to town, or what that jerk boyfriend of hers was doing while she was out of town. Okay, scratch that. He did care about that last one, because not knowing was the current source of his little sister’s torment. She’d tried to call him a few times, and been sent to his voicemail, leaving a message each time. He had yet to call her back.\nFrom the sound of things, she was talking to Emily - she was the only one of her friends in High School, and High School boys seemed to be coming up a lot in the conversation. The thirteen-year old Snowshoe gave a frustrated sigh and rolled over onto his side, turning his back to his talkative sibling. Moments later, Layla emerged from their shared bathroom dressed in the most scandalously small bikini he had ever dared to imagine.\n“La- Layla!” he sputtered. “What are you wearing? You can’t go out like that! Mom and Dad will kill you!”\nThe sixteen-year old girl gave a playful giggle and slowly spun around, putting all of her sensual curves on display for her nerdy brother. “Do you like it?” she asked. Of course he liked it. Hell, he loved it, though he would never admit it. The swimsuit, for lack of a better term, consisted of nothing more than three narrow strips of royal blue fabric strategically held in place by strings. “Mom and Dad don’t know I have it, so I hid it inside of an empty shampoo bottle! Can you believe that? My whole bathing suit stuffed inside a little plastic bottle.”\nHer brother just sighed, and rolled back the other way, facing towards his talkative sibling once again. His heart was racing and his cheeks were flush with arousal, and he squirmed uncomfortably on the mattress. From behind him, he heard Layla ask, “Prichard?”\n“No, Emily, I think,” Blake muttered. “He’s not answering her calls.”\n“Asshole,” the eldest daughter said. “I warned her not to get so emotionally attached to one guy. She’s too young to limit her options like that. But does anyone ever listen to me? Nooooooo...” Layla grabbed a towel and her keys and sunglasses, and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be out by the pool, getting some sun.”\n“Whatever. Have fun,” he said dismissively, re-immersing himself into the pages of his comic. Several minutes went by, and he was nearly finished with the issue he was reading, when Abby finally came back in from the balcony and slammed their door shut.\n“I hate him!” she shouted, tears streaking down her face.\nHer brother sighed - a recurring theme, he noticed - and set the book down. “What’s the matter?” he asked.\n“My stupid boyfriend,” despite her anger, Abby hated to cuss; she even turned red saying ’darned.’ “He won’t pick up, and he won’t call me back!”\n“You don’t trust him?”\n“Yes. No. I... I don’t know, Blake,” the twelve-year old girl said, flopping onto the bed she and her brother would be sharing for the duration of their trip. Even though they were a year apart, they were often mistaken for twins. They certainly looked enough alike, with their dark brown hair, similar fur markings, and light blue eyes, but they also shared a silent, unspoken bond not unlike the kind often referred to between twins. They each knew what the other was thinking... feeling... and just being together was enough to help ease their troubles. “It’s bad enough that he has this reputation as a shameless flirt, but I always just kind of brushed it off as being harmless. Not picking up or calling me back? That makes me wonder.”\nThe teen wrapped his arms around his little sister and hugged her close, pressing his nose into her sweet-smelling hair. “I told you when you two started dating that you were too good for him. I told you again when he tried to pressure you into having sex. I’m going to tell you again, right now. You’re too good for him,” he stroked his paw comfortingly up and down her back, trying to soothe her. “You deserve a boy that will love you and respect you for how beautiful you are on the inside, not how pretty you are on the outside.”\nAs Abby sniffled in his arms, she slowly leaned her body over, coming to rest on the mattress, bringing her brother with her. They lay there, alone in their room, face to face on the fluffy pillow. Blake’s glasses were now crooked on his nose and his sister was slightly out of focus. She looked back at him with puffy, red eyes and a runny nose, and she ran her claws affectionately through his messy hair. “You’re so sweet, and smart... Why are you still single?”\n“I just haven’t found the right kind of girl, I guess,” he said, taking his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand.\n“I should set you up with one of my friends!” she exclaimed, forgetting - at least for now - about her relationship troubles as she tried to solve her brother’s. “Hmm, how about Emily? She’s sweet.”\n“Abby, she’s a lesbian.”\n“What? No way!” \n“She plays field hockey and lacrosse. At the very least, I’d have to be a herm. Strap-on included,” he argued.\n“Fine. I think it’s stereotypical, but fine. How about Skyla?”\n“The flying squirrel? She’s kinda cute, but she’s just so... detached.”\n“Juno? She’s cute, single, and on this cruise with us! I could definitely hook you two up!”\n“That girl spends more time reading than I do. We’d never talk.”\nAbby kept rambling off a list of her friends’ names, but her brother managed to find one reason or another for every single one of them. Finally, after eighteen suggestions, she just gave up and asked, “What kind of girl are you looking for, then?”\n“Don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing her forehead. “It won’t ever happen. Come on, you’ve had a stressful day. Let’s just lay here, cuddle up, and take a short nap. You should feel better when you wake up, and we’ll get out there and have some fun.”\nShe nodded her head and scooted in closer to her older brother, pressing her ear up against his chest and hearing his accelerated heartbeat. She felt so safe and loved in his arms, and a smile formed on her lips. “Blake?”\n“What’s up?”\n“Would you like to be my pretend boyfriend on this cruise?”\n[center]~~~~~[/center]\n“Piña colada, please,” Yvette told the bartender. Taking the drink, she found herself a small table not far from the pool and decided to do some people watching. The trip was just beginning, but she saw no point in wasting any time. She came on this trip to get laid, and she was ready, goddammit. Ever since getting her Bachelors, her life had become nothing but work, work, work, and her love life was in the shitter. Lots of guys and girls had taken an interest in her, sure, but she had standards. She preferred her men to be stronger than herself, but sweet, sensitive, and a little submissive. In women, she liked them to be weaker, but dominant and crass. She didn’t know of any females like that, and only one male... who just so happened to be standing about 70 yards away.\nShe’d heard from her sister-in-law about what happened in the back of her brother’s car between the young man and Midori. It had taken four days to get the smell of sex out of the Bentley, and almost a thousand apologies from the timber wolf-Samoyed mix to make Xavier forgive him. If not for the fact that he had been such a close family friend, he probably would have been sued for destruction of property. She knew he liked her; she’d seen him checking her out at the cookouts before. She had to admit that she liked him back; hard manual labor did his body good, and he tossed those cubs around in the pool like they were beach balls. The half-Japanese kitten spoke highly of his prowess as a lover, and her reputation for being a little bit of a slut lent her some credibility in the matter.\nThe older cheetah watched as her prey walked with his younger brother around the pool, the two of them finding a pair of vacant chairs and setting down their towels. She caught herself staring, mouth partly agape, as he lifted his black t-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Her eyes followed him to the springboard, seeing him bounce a few times before disappearing beneath the surface. She scanned the perimeter of the pool, looking for him to emerge. A few seconds later, he pulled himself from the cool water, his fur glistening in the bright summer sun.\nYvette pressed her thighs together tightly as she felt her long-neglected cunny dampen. [i]*Let the games begin,*[/i] she thought to herself, sipping the final drops of her piña colada.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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Cruising Altitude
By VerbMyNoun
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Boston Logan International Airport, Boston, MA
July 6, 2013
Joel waited impatiently for the plane to board. He didn’t really know why, since he would just be cramped into tighter quarters until takeoff, but lately none of his thoughts made any sense. He was irritable and moody. After the breakup with Phoebe, nothing in his life seemed stable any more. He reluctantly agreed to go on this trip at his older sister’s insistence, and now regretted telling her about Wendy and Shyara looking for more people in order to get a discounted group rate.
He looked over at Janine, who was talking with her friend and roommate-to-be for the duration of this misadventure, Yvette Rikkers. While he had heard nothing but wonderful things about the attractive cheetah woman, her bright, cheery outlook conflicted heavily with his cloak of misery. Juno was sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, reading National Geographic on her tablet.
“Hey, Joel!” he heard a familiar voice call out from behind.
The young stallion turned to see his friend and teammate, Wendy O’Donnell, approaching the terminal, with two other mice and a sugar glider following close behind. The sixteen-year old herm gave him a friendly hug. Looking at the Chimera Prep Administrative Assistant, she said, “Hello, Miss Hutcheson,” then to the youngest of the horses, “Hi, Juno.”
The little filly just gave a grunt of acknowledgement, completely engrossed in some article about the rumored existence of a tribe of Smilodons on some remote South American island. Janine chuckled, and told the teen, “Please, Wendy, call me Janine. Hello, Mr. O’Donnell.” She smiled at the patron of the mouse household and gave a friendly wave.
“Same thing goes for me, Janine. Call me Larry,” he said, setting down his carry-on bag. “So, I guess some introductions are in order. Of course, you know Wendy and Shyara; this here is my son, Vincent.” He slapped his paw on the boy’s shoulder and pulled him close. “He just graduated from Harold Griffin.” Larry reached up and pulled the ear buds out of his son’s large, round ears. “Don’t be rude, boy. Say hello.”
“Nice to meet you, Vincent -”
“Vince,” the scruffy youth said abruptly, cutting her off. After getting a sharp look from his father, he added, “I prefer to be called Vince... please.”
“Well, you know Joel from the meets. Over there is our little sister, Juno, with her head in the jungle. This here is my friend and assistant Girl Scout leader, Yvette,” she did her best Vanna White impression, gesturing toward the sexy cheetah beside her.
“Hi, Yvette,” the group of newcomers said, not quite in sync with each other, resulting in a jumbled, mumbled, unintelligible greeting.
“So who else are we missing?” Larry asked, doing a head-count. There were eight of them currently waiting to board; he had been told their group consisted of thirteen.
As if on cue, a shrill cry echoed down the corridor. “Juuunnnnooooooo!!!” The young horse’s ears perked at the sound and she looked up from her reading in time to see a Snowshoe cat girl running full-speed toward her. The filly packed her tablet away and jumped up from her chair, running to see her friend.
“Abbbbbbbyyyyyyyy!!!” She called back. The pair met up in the middle of the terminal, sharing a warm hug and bouncing up and down excitedly.
The eldest sister, Layla, walked up to the sugar glider and gave her a friendly embrace. “Hey, Mama. You ready for a little break?”
Shyara tried to smile, but fidgeted nervously, betraying her feelings. “I am. Hell, I need this. I just feel a little uneasy bein’ away from her for so long, ya know? I just dropped her off at Ethan’s before comin’ here, and it’s already the longest we’ve been apart.”
“She’ll be fine! Ethan’s gonna be a great Daddy. You’ll see! The point of all this is for you to forget about him and have some fun!” She took her volleyball teammate’s paw into her own, and led her over to where Larry and Janine were talking. “Hi, Janine!”
“Hi, Layla,” the mare said back. “I’m glad you could make it!”
“Me too! I’m looking forward to helping this one here find a nice, well-hung stud to take her mind off of Ethan!” she said, giving the teen mom a playful nudge.
Janine blushed at the feline’s brazenness. It was no secret that she harbored feelings for Mortimer Wallace, and had been devastated when the rabbit boy moved out West. Still, her transformation from demure wallflower to school slut overnight was unexpected. The mare shook her head; she didn’t mean to, but she couldn’t help but envision the little cat girl trying out a variety of cocks before passing a winner on to her friend. Deciding to change the subject before she could get any more uncomfortable, she said, “Tell your parents that I said it is nice to see them, and I am happy that they could come along.”
Layla looked at her folks and said something in Mandarin. The two older felines smiled and gave an awkward combination of a wave and bow. The Xiaos had come to America nineteen years ago, and were the proprietors of the most successful Chinese restaurant in Marblecliff. They could barely speak a lick of English, which made them blissfully unaware of their eldest daughter’s promiscuity.
“They say that they’re excited, and thank you for the invitation,” Layla translated back to her. Looking at the grumpy stallion, she purred seductively, “Hi, Joel.”
“Hello, Layla,” he grumbled.
“Aww,” she pouted. “Somebody’s grouchy. It’s okay, I understand. But if you decide that you want some cheering up, you just swing by my room! Any time.”
“Not interested, but thanks,” Joel said, starting to get irritated by her advances.
“Just keep the offer in mind, stud,” she playfully stroked her claws over his broad chest. “I’d hate to see you end up like my little brother over there.” She gestured at the thirteen-year old feline boy that was now seated next to Juno’s bags, his muzzle buried in a comic book. Oblivious to their stares, Blake lifted a paw and adjusted his glasses.
~~~~~

“Hey,” a large brownish-gray paw pushed Derek’s laptop shut. “This is a vacation. No working.”
The seventeen-year old Timber wolf-Samoyed mix raised his head and turned to look at his father. “I know,” he answered back, opening the screen and showing his father what he was looking at. “I was checking out dune buggies.”
“You’re not fooling me, son,” A.J. Blackfoot told his oldest son. “I can see those gears in your head turning. You’re building one in your head as we speak.”
With a defeated sigh, the young man acquiesced. “Fine. But tell me it wouldn’t be fun.”
A.J. chuckled, tousling Derek’s hair. “No doubt it would. But your mother and I are taking you and Lucas on this cruise to make you slow down. You’re gonna find yourself an early grave at this rate.”
“But what a way to go,” he replied. His father shot him a reprimanding glare. “Oh, come on, tell me you don’t want to overhaul that old Bug out back and turn it into the ultimate Meyers Manx; maybe take it out to Cape Cod and tear up some sand?” The corners of the middle-aged wolf’s muzzle curled up into an excited grin; Derek knew he had him hooked.
A.J. lurched forward suddenly, caught off-guard by a kick to the back of his seat. “Alan James Blackfoot!” a sweet, feminine voice scolded him from behind. A slight Soviet accent gave the words a sexy, exotic flavor. “You’re not supposed to be encouraging him! If I see eizher of you so much as open a copy of Motor Trend or Road & Track for zhe rest of zhis trip...” She didn’t need to finish her thought, as the two males sitting in front of her got the message.
The thirty-seven year old Ukrainian immigrant leaned back in her chair and looked at her youngest son. Lucas was busy at the moment, scrolling through the entertainment selections trying to find an in-flight movie to watch. She sighed contentedly, thankful that her husband granted her request for first-class tickets. If she was going to be confined to one seat for seven and a half hours for a non-stop flight, she wanted the additional legroom. Complimentary alcohol was a welcome bonus, and as the flight attendant - a young bird girl with iridescent black, purple, green, and blue feathers - approached with the drink cart, the Samoyed woman leaned over and asked, “Excuse me... JJ?” She spared a moment to look at the attractive avian’s name badge. “May I have a mimosa, please?”
“Certainly, Ma’am,” the common grackle said with a smile, pouring equal parts champagne and orange juice into a flute and passing it over. Lucas leaned his body back as far as possible to avoid accidentally spilling it all over his vintage vest. Taking the drink into her paw, Oksana smiled politely and said, “Duže diakuju. Thanks.”
As the woman moved on to other passengers, Lucas turned his head, looking down the aisle at her shapely, feathered backside. The bottom edge of her skirt rode up just high enough for the boy to catch a glimpse of her neon pink thong disappearing into the cleft of her ass.
“You know,” his mother said, startling him. “Taybra’s going to fill out like zhat one day. You should be more patient wizh her, and look at girls your own age.” He quickly turned back straight in his seat, his cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment. Oksana chuckled softly to herself as she took a sip of her beverage.
Derek snickered a little at his younger brother as well, but kept his mouth shut. He had his own women troubles to deal with. Since that night with Midori in the back of Xavier’s Bentley, he had gone on a few dates with a few of the girls from school. Amanda Lawson had been nice and pretty enough, but on their date, they had both been terribly quiet and things just felt awkward. There just hadn’t been the necessary spark between them to get anything going. Tessa Fairchild, on the other hand, was more interested in testing their sexual compatibility more than anything else. Halfway into their dinner, and the bearded dragon girl was trying to cut the meal short and get him back to her place. He drove her home and politely bid her a good-night.
He shook his head, sighing. What he really wanted was to find a girl his own age that was as sexually adventurous as Midori and mature as Yvette. He wanted someone that was fun, but could also be serious. He wanted... to hurry up and get off the damn plane. He could swear he just heard the older cheetah’s voice trailing off toward the coach seats. He shook his head and sighed again, slipping on his headphones and dialing up the Mudvayne.
~~~~~

Somewhere over Minnesota...
Almost 3 hours after takeoff
“...get you a part-time job at the plant, so you can start saving up for college. You could start at one of the smaller schools locally, and then transfer out. Are you listening to me? Vincent?”
The teen mouse snapped out of his daze upon hearing his name. He looked back over at his father, who wore a serious look of parental concern. “Sure thing, Pops.”
“I’m serious, son,” the O’Donnell family patron said. “I’m worried about you and your sister. Especially you, since she’s got the grades to do pretty much anything when she graduates. I just don’t want to see you have to work your fingers to the bone when you get older, like I do.”
“You worry too much, old man,” Vincent said dismissively. “I’ll be fine. I just need to figure out what I want to do with my life, but there’s still plenty of time for that.”
“Just don’t wait too long, boy. It goes by faster than you think,” Larry said. Had it really been fifteen years since his wife, Karen, had passed? He’d spent most of that time working overtime at the factory, and held various part-time jobs to supplement his meager income the entire time. He shook his head in disbelief... Vincent had just graduated, and his Wendy was becoming a beautiful young lady.
“You all right?” his son asked.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I just miss your Mom. I wish she could see you two, all grown up.”
“Me too,” Vincent said. A brief moment of awkward silence passed between them, before Vincent rose from his seat and explained, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few.”
Walking to the back of the plane, he saw two lavatories. The one on the right was occupied, so he turned the handle to the one on the left, pushing it open and taking a step inside.
“What are you doing!?” a soft, female voice asked in a nervous whisper.
Sitting there in front of him, on the toilet, was a puppy girl about his own age. Her shorts and panties were bunched up around her ankles on the floor, and she clutched a paw to her crotch trying to hide her pussy. Vincent stood, stunned to find somebody in the small bathroom, especially such a cute young girl; he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“Get out!” She barked, snapping him back to attention.
“S-sorry, miss,” he apologized, blushing and pulling the door shut. The door latched audibly behind him. He waited patiently for one of the 2 restrooms to become available, keeping his back turned in case the canine girl finished first. He dreaded having to face her again, hoping that she wouldn’t think of him as a pervert. He started to get impatient, and knocked on the other door.
“Wait your damn turn!” an angry male voice shouted back.
Behind him, the door unlatched and the girl he had accidentally walked in on stepped out. She looked at him angrily, grabbed him by the arm, and led him to the empty row of seats next to the lavatories. “Sit down,” she commanded, shoving him roughly into the window seat. She reached up into the overhead compartment, took out a blanket, and gracefully took her place next to him. The girl unfolded the blanket over their laps, then looked the mouse boy in the eyes and told him, “Undo your pants.”
“What?” he asked, incredulously. “Why?”
“You got to see mine. I want to see yours,” she told him. The angry glint in her eyes told him he shouldn’t argue about it. She watched Vincent as he fumbled with his buckle and lifted his hips, pulling his jeans down just far enough to expose his cock to her mischievous stare.
“Not bad,” she smiled. “Now, touch it.”
He wasn’t sure where the cute canine was going with this, but he hoped it would lead to her “napping” with her head in his lap. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and began a slow rhythm, stroking himself for the stranger’s entertainment.
“Nice,” the girl cooed into his large, round ear. “Go a little faster.” She lifted up the edge of the cloth and peeked underneath as he established a quicker tempo, deliciously rolling his fingers around the head of his engorged cockflesh.
“What’s going on here?” a female voice asked from over the dog girl’s shoulder. “You know, I should have you both arrested for public indecency. Instead, I’ll give you one warning. Young man, pull your pants back up and get back to your seat.”
The flight attendant stared at Vincent angrily, pointing back further up the aisle to where Larry sat with his back turned, unaware of what sort of trouble his son was getting into. He bowed his head, ashamed, and pulled his pants back up, taking care to tuck his raging erection back into place so that it wouldn’t be quite so obvious as he returned to his family. He stood carefully, giving himself one final adjustment, before stepping out into the aisle and hurrying back to his assigned seat.
“Now, cutie,” the busty bird woman said, leaning over the canine girl, “what’s your name?”
“Nana,” the teen said nervously.
“It’s okay,” the avian said, placing a feathered paw on her shoulder reassuringly. “You’re not in trouble. That kid,” she gestured toward Vincent’s back with her beak, “was just a little grimy for my tastes. You, however,” her beak broke into a flirty grin, “are just the kind of girl I go for. By the way, my name’s JJ. It’s nice to meet you, Nana.”
~~~~~

Victoria, BC, Canada
Early Afternoon
“So, are you all packed up for your move?” Wendy asked.
“No, I haven’t even started.”
“Wow, not even a little? Shouldn’t you be leaving in a little more than a month? And you’re spending almost two weeks on this cruise,” the mousette lectured him. “Cutting it close, aren’t you?”
Joel just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Honestly, now that Phoebe isn’t following me out there, I don’t feel like going.” The teens walked side by side along the main deck of The Enchantment of the Seas, slowly making their way from bow to stern. They carefully stepped around other passengers and dodged excited children, seemingly the only ones on board the entire ship not eager to check out their rooms.
“If you don’t go, what are you going to do?” She asked, her brown eyes sparkling with friendly concern.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe take a semester off, reevaluate my life and my goals.”
“You’re not thinking of trying to get back together with her, are you?” she asked incredulously.
“No, I don’t... Maybe. I don’t know,” he stumbled over his own emotions at the thought. “Should I have fought harder to save what she and I had, Wendy?”
“Seven years! You gave her seven years of your life, Joel! And how did she repay you? She broke up with you through email!” The normally calm and rational mouse’s face was becoming red with anger. “If you mean so little to her that she’d do something so callous, then no, she doesn’t deserve you.”
“What do you think I should do?” His big blue eyes searched hers, completely lost.
“That’s not my call,” she said. “If it was, I’d go to Stanford. A free ride at such a great college is too good of an opportunity to pass up. Plus, who knows, I might end up enjoying myself anyway. But it’s your future, your decision. I’m sure that when you have to, you’ll do what’s best for you.” She arched up onto her tip-toes and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Come on,” she tugged on his t-shirt. “Let’s get changed and hit the pool.”
~~~~~

*knock knock*
“Come in!” Shyara shouted, the sound of her voice muted by the fact that her face was buried in her gym bag. “GoddamnpieceofshitwherethafuckdidIputit...” she grumbled to herself, the contents of her bag scattered all around her on the bed and floor.
*knock knock*
Pulling her head out from the bag, she yelled again, “Come in, for fuck’s sake!” She blushed a little as the door to her cabin swung open and Janine stepped in, tucking her tall head to avoid hitting it in the doorway.
“Everything okay in here?” the mare asked, concerned.
“I’m tryin’ ta find my damn phone, but I can’t find it,” the sugar glider explained. “I hope I didn’t lose it in the cab!”
Janine fished her cell out from her shorts pocket and called the girl’s phone. A moment later, the muted sounds of Pink’s “Just Give Me a Reason” started playing from somewhere on the floor. Shy hopped off the bed, crawling on her paws and knees until she came to the pair of shorts she had just changed out of. “Found it!” she cried out, relieved. She bounced up onto her footpaws triumphantly. “Thanks!”
Janine frowned, looking over at the teen mother as she busied herself in her screen. “Talk to me, Shyara. How are things going? You holding up okay?”
“Mmhmm,” the teen said dismissively, typing out a text to her ex-boyfriend to let him know she had boarded the ship safely.
“You know, postpartum depression isn’t uncommon for women your age,” the older mare explained, “and the likelihood of having is increased by several conditions that I know you’re dealing with: your relationship with Ethan, your distance from your parents, not to mention the hormonal shift in your body after the pregnancy...”
Tucking her phone into her bikini top, Shyara looked at the woman and said, “That’s not tha problem. Don’t try and act like ya know me.”
“I’m just saying, don’t rule it out,” Janine said sympathetically, walking across the room and sitting amidst all the clutter on the bed. “It could still be there, and you not realize it with the other stuff you have going on. Are you irritable?”
“Yeah,” Shyara cocked an eyebrow.
“Having trouble concentrating?”
“Duh,” the teen said, patting her phone. “What was yer first clue?”
“Can’t sleep?”
“Not well,” her expression softened.
“Low energy?”
“Sometimes,” the teen girl’s shoulder slumped.
“Suicidal thoughts?”
“God, no! It’s not as bad as all that,” the sugar glider was surprised and a little offended by the question. “Look, I appreciate yer concern; yer just doin’ yer job as my guidance counselor. I get it. But I’m tellin’ ya, it has nothin’ ta do with the baby. I just miss...”
“I’m not going to pressure you to tell me if you don’t want to, Shy,” Janine wrapped the smaller girl in her arms and held her tightly. “But if you want to, I’m here whenever you need me.”
“...I miss havin’ somebody ta tell me they love me.” A few tears escaped the corners of her eyes, running down her cheeks to land on the mare’s shirt.
“You’ll find someone new,” Janine ran her fingers reassuringly through Shyara’s streaky hair. “You’re a pretty, funny, intelligent young lady, and it won’t take you long. You just need to let go of the past, and start looking forward. Not just for your sake, but for that pretty little girl you have back home. She deserves a happy mommy.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, sweetie. You’ll see.”
~~~~~

“How’s things going with Tay?”
Lucas looked up from his suitcase as his brother emerged from their shared bathroom. Derek had already managed to unpack his bags and had changed into a pair of swim shorts. The older boy walked over to his dresser and started pulling off all of his rings and necklaces.
“They’re... okay, I guess,” Lucas answered. “Why are you asking?”
“You don’t look like a kid that misses his girlfriend,” he replied. “You’re happy and excited. I know I’m no expert or anything, but I’ve seen young couples forced to spend days apart from each other before. There’s moping... crying... anger at the parents for not letting them stay behind and making them go on the stupid trip. You, little brother, don’t miss her.”
“Of course I do!” the younger brother argued. “I talked to her right before takeoff. I told her how much I wished she could be here, and we talked about our plans while I’m away.”
The older brother took off his bandana and tied his hair back into a ponytail, then dropped down onto his own bed on the other side of the room. “Yeah? What are your plans for this trip?”
“I was gonna swim; try to learn to surf; maybe see if you, Mom, or Dad wanted to grab a moped and hit some local shops in Hawaii for some neat stuff; maybe go rock climbing, or hang gliding; I wanna go scuba diving!”
“Nice,” Derek said, grinning at his sibling’s enthusiasm. “What about Taybra?”
“Oh! She’s going to Six Flags, the zoo, a Sox game, a - ”
“Lucas,” his brother said, calming him down. “That’s not what I mean. When, in the middle of all your fun, are you planning on talking to your girlfriend?”
Realization sparked in the pre-teens eyes like lightning. “Oh...” Several minutes went by as Lucas sat in silence, thinking over his brother’s words. Derek, in the meantime, finished getting ready to head out for the pool, slipping on a pair of sunglasses.
“Derek?”
“What’s up?”
“I... I kinda wish things with Tay were like Prichard and Abby’s relationship.”
“How’s that?”
“They...” the younger boy blushed bright red through his white fur as he prepared for what he was getting ready to say next. “They have sex.”
“How do you know?”
“Prichard told me,” Lucas said.
“Trust me, if he told you that, you don’t want that kind of relationship,” the older brother said.
“Why not?”
“Either he’s full of shit, or he doesn’t respect her,” Derek leaned over, looking his little brother in the eyes. “You’re not too old for me to kick your ass if you start acting like that. Come on,” he held out his paw, “quit trying to unpack and let’s hit the pool!”
~~~~~

Blake laid back in his bed, reading the latest issue of Justice League, trying his best to drown out the sound of Abby talking on the phone. As much as he loved his sister, he honestly didn’t care about her pre-teen drama about which of her friends was dating who, or what flavor-of-the-month pop star was coming to town, or what that jerk boyfriend of hers was doing while she was out of town. Okay, scratch that. He did care about that last one, because not knowing was the current source of his little sister’s torment. She’d tried to call him a few times, and been sent to his voicemail, leaving a message each time. He had yet to call her back.
From the sound of things, she was talking to Emily - she was the only one of her friends in High School, and High School boys seemed to be coming up a lot in the conversation. The thirteen-year old Snowshoe gave a frustrated sigh and rolled over onto his side, turning his back to his talkative sibling. Moments later, Layla emerged from their shared bathroom dressed in the most scandalously small bikini he had ever dared to imagine.
“La- Layla!” he sputtered. “What are you wearing? You can’t go out like that! Mom and Dad will kill you!”
The sixteen-year old girl gave a playful giggle and slowly spun around, putting all of her sensual curves on display for her nerdy brother. “Do you like it?” she asked. Of course he liked it. Hell, he loved it, though he would never admit it. The swimsuit, for lack of a better term, consisted of nothing more than three narrow strips of royal blue fabric strategically held in place by strings. “Mom and Dad don’t know I have it, so I hid it inside of an empty shampoo bottle! Can you believe that? My whole bathing suit stuffed inside a little plastic bottle.”
Her brother just sighed, and rolled back the other way, facing towards his talkative sibling once again. His heart was racing and his cheeks were flush with arousal, and he squirmed uncomfortably on the mattress. From behind him, he heard Layla ask, “Prichard?”
“No, Emily, I think,” Blake muttered. “He’s not answering her calls.”
“Asshole,” the eldest daughter said. “I warned her not to get so emotionally attached to one guy. She’s too young to limit her options like that. But does anyone ever listen to me? Nooooooo...” Layla grabbed a towel and her keys and sunglasses, and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be out by the pool, getting some sun.”
“Whatever. Have fun,” he said dismissively, re-immersing himself into the pages of his comic. Several minutes went by, and he was nearly finished with the issue he was reading, when Abby finally came back in from the balcony and slammed their door shut.
“I hate him!” she shouted, tears streaking down her face.
Her brother sighed - a recurring theme, he noticed - and set the book down. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
“My stupid boyfriend,” despite her anger, Abby hated to cuss; she even turned red saying ’darned.’ “He won’t pick up, and he won’t call me back!”
“You don’t trust him?”
“Yes. No. I... I don’t know, Blake,” the twelve-year old girl said, flopping onto the bed she and her brother would be sharing for the duration of their trip. Even though they were a year apart, they were often mistaken for twins. They certainly looked enough alike, with their dark brown hair, similar fur markings, and light blue eyes, but they also shared a silent, unspoken bond not unlike the kind often referred to between twins. They each knew what the other was thinking... feeling... and just being together was enough to help ease their troubles. “It’s bad enough that he has this reputation as a shameless flirt, but I always just kind of brushed it off as being harmless. Not picking up or calling me back? That makes me wonder.”
The teen wrapped his arms around his little sister and hugged her close, pressing his nose into her sweet-smelling hair. “I told you when you two started dating that you were too good for him. I told you again when he tried to pressure you into having sex. I’m going to tell you again, right now. You’re too good for him,” he stroked his paw comfortingly up and down her back, trying to soothe her. “You deserve a boy that will love you and respect you for how beautiful you are on the inside, not how pretty you are on the outside.”
As Abby sniffled in his arms, she slowly leaned her body over, coming to rest on the mattress, bringing her brother with her. They lay there, alone in their room, face to face on the fluffy pillow. Blake’s glasses were now crooked on his nose and his sister was slightly out of focus. She looked back at him with puffy, red eyes and a runny nose, and she ran her claws affectionately through his messy hair. “You’re so sweet, and smart... Why are you still single?”
“I just haven’t found the right kind of girl, I guess,” he said, taking his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand.
“I should set you up with one of my friends!” she exclaimed, forgetting - at least for now - about her relationship troubles as she tried to solve her brother’s. “Hmm, how about Emily? She’s sweet.”
“Abby, she’s a lesbian.”
“What? No way!”
“She plays field hockey and lacrosse. At the very least, I’d have to be a herm. Strap-on included,” he argued.
“Fine. I think it’s stereotypical, but fine. How about Skyla?”
“The flying squirrel? She’s kinda cute, but she’s just so... detached.”
“Juno? She’s cute, single, and on this cruise with us! I could definitely hook you two up!”
“That girl spends more time reading than I do. We’d never talk.”
Abby kept rambling off a list of her friends’ names, but her brother managed to find one reason or another for every single one of them. Finally, after eighteen suggestions, she just gave up and asked, “What kind of girl are you looking for, then?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing her forehead. “It won’t ever happen. Come on, you’ve had a stressful day. Let’s just lay here, cuddle up, and take a short nap. You should feel better when you wake up, and we’ll get out there and have some fun.”
She nodded her head and scooted in closer to her older brother, pressing her ear up against his chest and hearing his accelerated heartbeat. She felt so safe and loved in his arms, and a smile formed on her lips. “Blake?”
“What’s up?”
“Would you like to be my pretend boyfriend on this cruise?”
~~~~~

“Piña colada, please,” Yvette told the bartender. Taking the drink, she found herself a small table not far from the pool and decided to do some people watching. The trip was just beginning, but she saw no point in wasting any time. She came on this trip to get laid, and she was ready, goddammit. Ever since getting her Bachelors, her life had become nothing but work, work, work, and her love life was in the shitter. Lots of guys and girls had taken an interest in her, sure, but she had standards. She preferred her men to be stronger than herself, but sweet, sensitive, and a little submissive. In women, she liked them to be weaker, but dominant and crass. She didn’t know of any females like that, and only one male... who just so happened to be standing about 70 yards away.
She’d heard from her sister-in-law about what happened in the back of her brother’s car between the young man and Midori. It had taken four days to get the smell of sex out of the Bentley, and almost a thousand apologies from the timber wolf-Samoyed mix to make Xavier forgive him. If not for the fact that he had been such a close family friend, he probably would have been sued for destruction of property. She knew he liked her; she’d seen him checking her out at the cookouts before. She had to admit that she liked him back; hard manual labor did his body good, and he tossed those cubs around in the pool like they were beach balls. The half-Japanese kitten spoke highly of his prowess as a lover, and her reputation for being a little bit of a slut lent her some credibility in the matter.
The older cheetah watched as her prey walked with his younger brother around the pool, the two of them finding a pair of vacant chairs and setting down their towels. She caught herself staring, mouth partly agape, as he lifted his black t-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Her eyes followed him to the springboard, seeing him bounce a few times before disappearing beneath the surface. She scanned the perimeter of the pool, looking for him to emerge. A few seconds later, he pulled himself from the cool water, his fur glistening in the bright summer sun.
Yvette pressed her thighs together tightly as she felt her long-neglected cunny dampen. *Let the games begin,* she thought to herself, sipping the final drops of her piña colada.

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