July 7th, 2013, Day 2 of the Cruise




Bright and early at 7am, Anne Gunnarsdottir was already up and out of bed.  It didn’t seem her hummingbird companion was going to wake up anytime soon, so she left her tucked into the pile of soft, plush sheets to go take her shower.  She tucked Kim’s phone back into her little pack, leaving her “surprise” on her phone for her to find later.  Forgoing her morning stretch, Anne went straight to the shower.  


When she got out Kimberly was gone. In the former place of her carelessly discarded clothing was now some carelessly discarded trash. She shrugged and went through her bags, pulling out a clean pair of black compression shorts and a fresh sports bra.  She quickly went through her other bag and pulled out a wadded up tank top and a rolled up pair of old ACUs.  She pulled the pants on quickly, buttoning and zipping up the front and leaving the ties loose so they hung loosely around her hips showing the top of her shorts.  She unfurled the tank top and looked at it.  


JIM BEAM 
&
Coca-Cola


SMOOTH & EASY


        It was more than a little worn, and maybe a size or two too small for her, but she enjoyed showing off her figure so it was good enough.  She slipped her wallet into her right thigh pocket,a duct-taped roll of quarters into her right hip pocket, and her Casio G’zOne Commando 4G into her left.  Finally she clipped the door card into her belt loop and headed out to the Windjammer for breakfast.  


        She ate her breakfast slowly, savoring what few morsels she allowed herself besides her supplements.  She went over the news at home as she nibbled through her thin strips of steak.  Prices at UT were going up, a lot of kids having to drop out completely or drop hours.  This happened every so often and it wasn’t really good.  You end up with all these teenagers or twenty-somethings that have migrated to a strange town, looking for work or getting in trouble because school’s not keeping them busy anymore.  Add into that the stress of dealing with classes and work and everything else for years and then having to back off right when you were almost done?  It’s a timebomb.  


        [i]God help Doug and that girl of his…[/i]  She wondered often what a good guy like that was doing with a stripper.  She always seemed sweet enough, if not a little… demure?  Not that that’s always a bad thing but Doug didn’t really seem the type for a  girly girl.   [i]Heh… THAT’S a man… a little skinny maybe, but still…[/i]  She shrugged to herself and looked around the cafe.  Last night’s bird was… fun in her own way, but she felt unfulfilled somehow.  She’d need something more… substantial before this trip was over.  


        As she scanned the room she noticed Freddie sitting down with some big eared kid, that couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8.  [i]That’s… weird… it’d explain a lot, though.[/i]   She thought to herself as she took another sip of her irish coffee.  She kept looking around the room and spied a nice looking spottycat, maybe in her early twenties, eating breakfast with a few horses.  She was nice and toned, lithe and just fmuscular enough.  Anne licked her lips and smiled a she eyed her.  [i]She’s definitely going to be at the gym at some point on this cruise…[/i] She went back to drinking her coffee and remembered that mouse she’d met yesterday, too.  That boy nearly blew a hole in his shorts just from getting a nose full of her scent.  He would definitely be fun to play with at some point.  She just had to bide her time...


BREAK


Kimberly woke up far sorer than anyone had a right to be. She could clearly hear that her lover from the previous night was in the shower, although her head was swimming too much to make out which direction the sound of falling water came from. Her body barely wanted to respond to her commands, so she just threw herself onto the floor with a bit of a thud. She crawled along the floor, her every muscle protesting as she searched for what she couldn't see the night before. She found her belt purse right at the foot of the bed. "Dammit, it was so close!" Kim winced at her own words. Waking from a sugar crash was a lot like a hangover, but without any of the added fun the night prior. 


She wasted no time unzipping the pouch to get at its contents, only just noticing that her swim bottoms were still there from where she'd removed them before her stunt off the climbing wall. She quickly dug in until she found an energy shot, opening and downing it in one motion. She followed that by fumbling with a bag of Skittles, pouring them down her beak, not caring that some spilled out onto the floor. The effect only took a moment, as Kimberly's body sprang back to life. She went right to gathering up and putting on all the clothes strewn across the floor, even replacing her swim bottoms under her shorts. When she was done, she noticed the water in the bathroom being cut off, and dashed straight out of the cabin door. Kimberly had no desire to face the woman after the embarrassment she had made of herself by passing out. 


Rather than head back to her room, she headed straight for Chops Grille. She needed a good meal, and quick. But, she wasn't willing to go traipsing into the main dining hall with half the wing feathers of one arm matted with Anne's, admittedly fairly flavorful, feminine nectar. She placed her starting order quickly, not wanting to give the waiter a chance to examine her too closely. As she had time to kill until it arrived, she fished her phone out to see if she had received anything from back home. She hadn't, but there was something there that hadn't been there the previous day. A video. 


When Kim first opened it, she was mildly outraged to see her own passed out form. But as it proceeded to show Anne roughly fucking first her pussy, then her ass, she had to admit the worst of it was the fact she hadn't been awake for it. And, that was her own damn fault for not paying attention to keeping her energy level up. Not that she minded passing out after sex, she'd never been much of a cuddler, but she usually tried to only do so AFTER she'd satisfied the woman she was with. 


She was just about to file this one away as a simple regret, that was until the video took a turn, and Anne brought out the ropes. As Kimberly watched her limp body being wrapped up needlessly, her feathers bristled. Suddenly Kim was aware of just why she ached in all the ways she did. She could practically feel the bonds biting into her flesh. Then, to top it of, Anne grabbed her by the beak, turned her to face the camera, and slipped on the the leather binding from before. 


"FUCK YOU TOO, ANNIE!!" Kim screeched at her phone, not caring what disturbance she might cause the few others in the restaurant at that early hour. Annie was clearly just trying to push her buttons. "Mission fucking accomplished." 


"Er, ma'am, you're--" came the voice of her waiter, before she cut him off. "Ready to order desert? Why yes I am, how did you know?" 


He stared at her dumbfounded as she glanced her menu over. "I'll have one of everything." 


"It doesn't exactly," he tried to speak again, but Kim wasn't in any mood. "Look, I don't care if you have to charge me a surcharge for each one, bring me what I ordered." She then looked down at the salad and shrimp she'd only managed to pick at with the distraction of the video. She hadn't planned to finish either, but had eaten less than usual. 


"Actually, I've changed my mind." The waiter visibly relaxed, as if ordering too much dessert were some terrible thing. "Add a second passionberry mousse." 


"Fuck, if I knew you were just gonna stare at me like that, I woulda just let you chew me out for my little outburst. Look, I'm going to need that food sometime, like, now." She took a large sip of her raspberry mocha that had been ignored until then, and could tell the daft man was making no move to serve her. She began to wonder if Annie's ropes had left noticeable marks on her body. She hadn't exactly taken the time to look herself over in the mirror. Kim could feel the rage building at these thoughts. If she didn't get her way soon...


"Trust me, my body is my temple. I just so happen be fortunate that my body chemistry dictates taking proper care of myself means consuming as much sugar as I can get my hands on. And, this has not been a good morning. So, if you would." Anger seeped into the words. But, the waiter did show signs of movement. Kim downed the last of her drink. "While you’re at it, bring me another coffee. And this time, make it an Irish." 


"Um." Kimberly stared daggers at the man. If he said one more thing that went against her wishes she'd rip his head off. Literally remove his head right there in the middle of the restaurant. "Yes ma'am. Right away." 


"Better." It was true that her meal would likely set heavily on her stomach, but it was nothing a good walk around the ship to check out the babes wouldn't take care of. Plus, sex was always a great workout. She could really USE a girl to get the bad taste out of her mouth from Annie's betrayal of her personal convictions. It was the worst kind of violation in Kim's eyes. Annie had raped her very pride, and she needed to take her mind off it in the way she best knew how. 


BREAK


        Dennis had slept restlessly after the way Freddie had left last night.  When he’d finally got to sleep it didn’t help much.  His dreams were almost as bad as real life.  Ever since the experience with that bunny he was questioning things he’d never questioned before, and his dreams reflected that.  He laid uncovered in his bed, the covers and pillows had all found their way off the bed during his thrashing and kicking.


[i]My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"[/i]


        He jolted a little and sat up looking around panicked.  “Eeeugh…”  He laid back and shook his head, wiping his face roughly with his palms. 


[i]I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?


I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay-[/i]


        “Shut the fuck up!”  He reached over and smacked his phone to silence it.  “Motherfuck…”  He stretched out his arms and legs, arching his back off the bed so his weight mostly rested on his head and heels.  He wiggled around in that position, most of his joints cracking in his legs, chest  back and arms.  He relaxed and flopped back down on his bed, letting his wings drape over the bed.  He looked down at himself and groaned.  


His morning glory stared back at him, throbbing and already dripping pre on his stomach.  “Are you fucking serious man?”  After the night he had he didn’t particularly feel like taking care of himself, but a cold shower didn’t sound great either.  “I’m really not in the mood…  Goddamnit.”  He got up and walked to his backpack sitting on the dresser across the room from his bed, the 14-inch meat club making it almost hard for him to walk.  He unzipped it quickly and started rummaging through the bag.


“Come on… I know you’re in there somewhere…  AHA!”  He pulled out a tall thermos and held it over his head triumphantly before turning back to the bed as he screwed the top off.  “Tryin’ to hide from me…”  He threw the lid down on the bed and pulled out a long black and pink mottled rubber sleeve, with one flat end with a small hole in it, and another flared end with a molded hole in it shaped to match an equine vagina.  It was hard enough finding a sleeve long enough to fit him, so he wasn’t picky about it being equine shaped.  He laid it out on the bed and put the thermos down beside the lid and set the sleeve down.  “Okay, quick prep work.”  


He pulled a pillow out of its case and shoved it into the case with the other pillow, being sure it’s nice and snug in the middle.  “Alright… there we go… now…”  He took the rubber sleeve and pushed it between the pillows, setting it up right.  He stepped back and looked at it, being sure everything was in place, and took his cock in hand.


55 minutes later Dennis ran out of his room in his MMA shorts and a white UnderArmour  tank top.  “OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK”  He ran as quickly as he could towards the back of the ship, to the gym.  He stopped at the Cafe Latte-tudes and grabbed a coffee, dropping a twenty on the counter and running off without his change or receipt.


BREAK


        Unlike Dennis, Freddie more or less slept like a baby.  He had nice enough dreams, and was nestled nicely in a heavy nest of all the sheets on the bed and in the closet.  Those girls last night, Lilliana and Cecily, had done worlds of good for him.  He’d been away from home for a long time, and as nice as it was having people like Doug, Anne, and Freddie, they didn’t feel like… Family.  Being around folks that really were family touched him in a real way.  


        Freddie heard a soft tapping sound coming from his door. He barely noticed it, and probably wouldn’t have on a regular day with what little sleep he was used to.  He got up slowly and stretched himself, yawning wide before stepping off of the bed in his wore torn boxers. He went over and opened the door to find Cecily, the small kangaroo mouse standing  there all by herself. She was wearing loose fitting jeans and a baggy t-shirt, clutching her denim backpack to her chest. Seeing him, she squeaked and took a step back, looked down and said, “Lilly said it’s your turn to pick breakfast.”


         “Ummm...O… Okay… I need to umm… change and stuff…”  He replied groggily, half-mumbling down at her.  


        She sat down on the floor across the hall, her back against the wall, “Ok.”


        “Umm… come inside… You don’t need to sit out here by yourself.  Leave the door open so you can run off.  I’m still a stranger.”  He turned around not waiting on her reply, just taking a book from the coffee table and throwing it down beside the door to hold it open as he walked back towards his bathroom.  


        Slowly walking into the room she told him, “Lilly said to punch you in the junk if you tried anything, since I can’t have the taser.” Then sat in the chair by the table.


        “I completely understand your frustration.”  He said as he came back out from the bathroom with a large rasp/file. “It was hard enough getting this thing onto the ship.”  He sat down in front of the mirror and started rasping at his beak. After shaping his beak he turned it around to the finer file side and started cleaning up the edges and smoothing them out.  “Ummm… how’re you this morning then?”


        “Ok,” she replied as she sat in the chair looking at the floor, kicking her feet.


        “You’re a quiet kid, aren’t you?”  He stood up and checked his beak in the mirror, being sure the top and bottom were even and symmetrical. Cecily just shrugged her shoulders and continued to look at her feet. “You shrug as if you assume I’m watching you in the mirror like a complete creep.”  He smiled and started going through the drawers, pulling out a long pair of fight shorts and a muscle-T with the Puerto Rican colors.  “Ummm… okay then… I’m gonna go in the bathroom and change…”  Freddie went into the bathroom, starting to get creeped out by the girl’s silence.  It wasn’t as… noticeable when Lilly was around.  
         
        He shut the bathroom door and started getting dressed.  “So where’s your Ma?”  He asked through the door.  


        “Lilly got a call about a quick job. Said some asshat needed a new penetration test on a network built by a retard.” She said just loud enough to be heard. “Said we would not have to touch savings again until after the cruise. It should only take till lunch to get the hard part done… or something”        


        “OOoh… wait…” Freddie walked out of the bathroom, still pulling his shirt over his head.  “So what’re you gonna do all day while Lilly is busy?”


        “She said to go to your seminar thing, but you need to help me pick out an outfit for them. But, if you don’t want me to come I can go find something else to do.” She said shyly, still watching her feet. “I am fifteen and can take care of myself if I have to.”


        He looked at her, head tilted sideways curiously.  “...OH! Ok, we can do that!”  He walked over and patted her shoulder noticing she flinched at the touch.  “We’ll need to hurry and eat because the workout’s at 10 so…”  He walked over to his phone and checked the clock.  “Okay, so… we can take an hour to eat and then get your clothes?  Do you know where the store is already?”


        Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a paper map of the ship, printed off-line. She flipped through the three pages and pointed. “This is where the shopping is.”


        “Alright then. Where do you want to get breakfast?  Cheap and easy or something fancy?”  He went to his nightstand and packed his wallet in his hip pocket.  


Once again she shrugged and looked up at him, she said “Whatever.”


        “Okay… first thing we need to work on with you.  I’m making a note of that.”  He started to walk out, kicking the book away from the door.  “Come on Sisy, let’s go eat.”  


Hopping out of the chair she followed a foot or so behind him, like a second shadow. “Only Lilly ever calls me Sisy.” She said in a hushed voice.
        
        “Do you want me to call you Cecily instead?”  He turned back and looked down at her as they walked. 


        “Whatever, Hank calls me squeaky, so does Susan. Lilly calls me all sorts of things, but she does that to people she likes. I’d get worried if she started calling me Cecily. I don’t really care, you can call me Sisy if you want, I kinda like it… I guess.” Cecily said as she maintained her personal space between them.


        “Well, I just figured you’d rather have me call you something… nice.”  He said as he turned back to watch where he was going.  “People you know can say stuff like that, call you simple names and junk.  Strangers… you don’t know if they mean it or not, when they tease.”  


        “Whatever, people say what they want to say.  Hardly anyone ever really means it.” She said swinging the backpack over her shoulder. “It’s all about what they want people to think. Lilly is the first person I ever met that really doesn’t care what they think. So, really, just call me Sisy if you want, it doesn’t bother me.”


        “It may not matter to most people but it does to me.  And I think it matters some to Lilly too.  It’s not fun to hurt people’s feelings.  That’s what I mean.”  He held the door open for her leading her into the interior of the ship to continue on to the Windjammer.  


        Cecily walked through the door then waited for him. “Lilly really doesn’t think like that. She just says what she thinks, if you don’t like it, figure out how to fix what you don’t like. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything.”  With a bit of a smile on her face, “Sometimes, I wish I could be more like her, but thats not going to happen.”


        He followed her in letting the door shut behind him.  “It’s not a bad goal to shoot for…  She seems to be a very fine person.  But so are you.  So anywhere you land between where she is and where you are now will do you well.”  He stepped ahead of her and went to the register, buying both of their buffets.


        “You might not say that if you really knew me.” She said quietly, retreating back into the shy mouse he had seen earlier. She reached into her pocket and pulled out some money, “Here I can pay for mine.”


        “No, actually you can’t.”  He smiled and patted her hand, seemingly ignoring her first statement.  “Keep it and we’ll use that for your outfit later ok?”  He walked on, grabbing two plates and handing her one.  “Alright… where to first?  Or do you wanna grab yours and meet at a table?”


        Not responding to his questions she shoved the money back into her pocket and went down the line getting small portions of the common breakfast items. She slowed as she neared the end waiting on Freddie.  He just smiled and shook his head, picking out small portions of meat and filling up on carbs, fruits, and vegetables.  “Lead me to a table, squeakers.”  He patted her back with his off hand gently.  


        “You’re not Hank, you don’t get to call me that.”  She said as she walked to the same table they sat at the night before.


        He smiled big and sat down where he sat last time.  “What do I call you then, Cecily?”  He crossed himself before starting to dig into his fruit salad.  


        `“Cecily is fine.” She said softly, picking through her food as she ate.


        “Well alright then… I suppose.”  He glanced over at her as he ate.  “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you guys for real, you know.”  Cecily continued to eat in silence only shrugging her shoulders.  “You know this is gonna be a very slow and unpleasant day if you’re all shut down on me…”  Shrugging again she continued to eat.  “Okay… so… When I was little, me and my family were still living in Puerto Rico.  I have 8 brothers and sisters and more cousins than I can count, right?  Well I was always the runt.  Not that any of us are particularly big, but I was a late bloomer and I was one of the youngest boys.  So, Carnival came around and… Do you know what Carnival is?”  


        “No.” she said softly.


        “Okay, um… you know what Mardi Gras is?”  He said, crunching the leafy greens in his beak.  


Swallowing her mouth full of food Cecily answered, “An excuse to get drunk and act stupid.”        


“Umm… basically, yeah.  But also great food and dancing and floats and parties and a lotta other stuff.  Carnival is kinda different but… yeah, anyway.  So what we usually do every year for Carnival is bleach ourselves white and then dye ourselves all the colors of the rainbow.  Sometime I’ll have to show you Facebook pics of my family back home.”


“We looked it up this morning. Lilly thought you looked like a peacock.” Cecily said, interrupting his speech.


He smiled big at her interruption. “Yeah...  Anyway, this one year, right?  ALL the boys in our family were going in two colors, black and red.  No particular reason, it just was gonna look badass.  Right?”  Taking another bite, cecily shrugged again.  “Right!  So… Well, you know how girls usually mature faster than boys?  You know, get taller faster and stuff?”  He paused for a response from the undersized mouse that he didn’t get.  “Anyway, and you know that Puerto Rican women are… Ummm… They’re kind of mean?”  


“So that’s why you like Lilly?” Asked Cecily as she took another bite.


“Probably, but that’s not my point.  Well, the other boys didn’t want me doing their thing with them.  I was a runt and all, and I would have cramped their style…  BUT!  I was hell-bent!  I was gonna go with them anyway.  So I bought my own dyes and brought them home to dye myself in secret.  Well… My sisters caught wind of it, and they decided they’d play a trick on me.  See the girls had decided to have their own matched pattern that year…”  


        “And they swapped out the dyes on you.” She said in a melancholy tone. “So, when did you start practicing psychology?”


        “First semester.  It’s a prerequisite for almost everything for some reason.”  He said in a disdainful tone.  “At any rate, wanna see what I came out looking like?”  She shrugged looking over at him.  He just pulled out his phone and started clicking about, going through the pictures. “This isn’t on Facebook.  My sister keeps sending it to me to remind me she has it in case I ever get a girlfriend or something.  Anyway, here ya go.”  He handed his phone to her and showed her the picture.  He was tiny, noticeably smaller than her, and bright pink and pale purple.  His beak had been painted with something that looked like pearl nail polish too, in an almost neon pink.  


        Eliciting a snicker from the little mouse, she said, “You should put it on facebook. If that  doesn’t get you noticed by the chick, nothing will.”


        He smiled and took his phone back.  “Yeah, yeah, I know.  Anyway after that they made me dance with the girls.  My folks didn’t really get what the big deal was, and I wouldn’t fit in with the boys, so… yeah.”  He nodded and looked away for a second, not nearly as cheerful as he was a minute ago.  “So when I went to school for the next few years people would draw ‘maricon’ in big letters on my locker or call me names and stuff.  The worst was someone carved ‘mamapinga’ into my schooldesk, and I had to stay at it all year.  Everything else I could clean off or ignore but that… I had to look at it every day.  Like, you get used to getting beat up and stuff.  You get used to being left out or ignored or whatever…  But for some reason that really hurt me.”


        “You had a family, and people that cared enough to try and have fun.  Whether it was misguided or not, they still cared.  Sure you got picked on afterward, everyone does.  Get over it. For most of my life I was a hand off, If things got too hard, they just send me back. If they needed to move, I went to a different house. I’ve been in more schools than I can count. Until that night Lilly found me, I had nothing. You will always have those sisters, and the fact that they keep sending that picture just shows you how much they care.” She wiped some tears from her eyes and reached into her backpack and pulled out a paper handing it to him, “Here, I drew this yesterday. I don’t really have any place for it.”  On the page was a drawing of Freddie eating cake with a smile.


        “You sweet little thing…”  He smiled broadly at her, setting the drawing down and placing it safely away from his food so it didn’t get sprayed.  “It’s beautiful… Well, it’s as beautiful as a likeness of me can be.  You know something though?  I know that.  But it took me a long time to figure it out.  It hurt me a long time… I just told you cause I hoped it’d make you laugh, which it did.”  He leaned over and patted her hand.  “You’re not alone now.  You’re never going to be again.  And I’ll tell you right now, that Lilliana Fargo gives you every bit as much love as my family gave me put together.  You’re not missing out on anything anymore.  And I am happy and proud to be your friend.”  


        She pushed her empty plate away and said, “Are you going to eat, or tell stories all day?”


        He smiled and shoveled what was left of his salad into his beak and swallowed it whole.  “A nice part of being a bird?  Gizzards.  I don’t need to chew.  SO!”  He stood up and slapped what meat he had between two thick slices of bread and got up.  “Let’s go get you suited up.”   


BREAK


        After a good hour of personal workout, Anne was ready for the class to begin.  Freddie was the first person there, along with his little companion.  Cecily had changed now, still carrying around her denim backpack with her regular clothes in it.  She was wearing black UnderArmour leggings, black UnderArmour top with the outline of a sports bra underneath, and red shorts.   Anne walked straight up to cecily and knelt down beside her, even on her knee still towering over the little mouse.  “It’s okay, you’re safe now.  The bad bird can’t hurt you anymore.  Can you show me on the wrestling dummy where he touched you?” Cecily squeaked and took two steps back from her, squeezing her backpack tighter to her chest.


        Freddie stepped in front of Cecily getting between them and patted her shoulder.  “It’s okay, she’s only playing around.”  He looked up at Anne a little frustrated.  “She’s really shy, be gentle with her, alright?”  


        Anne raised an eyebrow and stood up, smacking his chest playfully.  “That’s right morsel, I’m only playing with you.  Although I do have to wonder where you picked up a stray...”  Anne leaned over Freddie’s shoulder and looked Cecily up and down. “...Eight year old?”


        Looking up at the enormous bear Cecily squeaked out a barely audible “Fifteen.”


        Anne smiled and stepped back.  “...That was quiet.  The air’s a little thin up here, sweetie.  Can you say that again where I can hear it?”  
        
Just a bit louder she replied, “I’m fifteen.” Then looked back at the floor.


        Anne put her hand on Freddie’s shoulder and pushed him aside, looking straight down at the little girl.  “Better.  Now what’s your name?”  


        “C -Cecily.” The little mouse stammered.


        “Alright, Cecily.  Now I don’t know what the Colonel’s has told you about me, but I am a personal trainer.  Do you know what that is?”  She took a step back out of the girl’s personal space.  “Please look at me when you talk.  I don’t have laser eyes or something.  You’ll be fine.”  


Looking up at Anne shyly, “Lilly said personal trainers are usually jarheads that can’t get a job as a security guard.” She said then squeaked and took another step back.


Anne smiled warmly down at her.  “That’s right!  At least the jarhead part.  But I mean, do you know what a personal trainer’s job is?”  


As if reciting the definition out of the dictionary Cecily said, “A personal trainer is a fitness professional involved in exercise prescription and instruction. They motivate clients by setting goals and providing feedback.”


        “Woooooow!  Someone knows how to use wikipedia.”  Anne walked over to a weight bench and sat down.  “People come to me because they’re not happy with theirself.  And I teach them how to be more like the way they want to be.  So tell me, are you happy with  yourself?”
        
Staying close to Freddie, Cecily shrugged, “I just need to be able to defend myself better. Lilly said we would work on it more when we get home, but this might be a good start.”


“That’s bull.  You shrink, you’re scared of everyone, you don’t have enough confidence to look people in the eye when you talk to them…  I know you’re not happy with yourself because you wear it on your sleeve.  It’s obvious.  So tell me, what do you want to change?”  Anne sat back and started doing butterflies.  


Cecily took another step back her heart and mind racing, eyes darting back and forth subconsciously looking for an escape route. “Um… “ Unsure how to answer the question she stood in terrified silence.


“I’m not trying to trap you or trick you or force you into doing anything, mousey.  I want to help.  It’s my job, I’m good at it, and I enjoy it.  I like seeing people who are comfortable in their skin.  So cowboy up.”  She stopped when she hit ten, the pillar of weights thudding heavily behind her as she let them down. 


        “That’s right Cecily…”  Freddie knelt down beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.  “This is what we do.  You’re a friend, and we’ll take care of you, if you’ll let us.”  


        Cecily looked at Freddie and nodded her head, trying her best to fight the urge to flee. “Ok.” She said softly


“Good!  So, for now, since class is about to start, think about what YOU want, and talk to me afterwards.  For now, just follow along with everyone else, know that even if Freddie isn’t right beside you we’re both keeping an eye out, have fun and be safe.”  Anne stood up and took her place at the end of the room against the windows, waiting on the gym to fill.  


Dennis ran in, slamming the door open behind him and almost tackling Freddie’s back.  “HOLY SHIT DID I MAKE IT?!”


Cecily squealed and jumped back almost four feet falling into some equipment as the bat came crashing through the door. She scrambled on her hands and knees looking for where her backpack went when she landed, oblivious to everything else for a moment.


        “...”  Who’s the runt?”  Dennis asked, looking down at her.  


        “Her name is Cecily Fargo.”  Freddie stood up  and puffed his chest out at her, glaring.  “Be nice.”  


        “Whattaya mean?  I didn’t say nothin’ she’s just little.”  He walked over and reached for her backpack to hand it to her.  “Here ya go little’un!”  He smiled largely down at her, trying to bend to her level but only managing to get into her personal space.  


        She snatched the backpack out of his hand quickly scrambling back toward Freddie [a]before standing, eyes locked on Dennis for a moment before darting to the door and back to him.


“Ummm… hi…?”  Dennis looked at her and at Freddie and back to her and back to Freddie before standing up.  “What’s wrong with her?”


Freddie reached down and held Cecily’s shoulder comfortingly.  “Nothing is wrong with her, you’re just being a creep.  Back off.”  


“I’m a creep?  I’m not the one walking around being all handsy with a 10-year-old.”  Dennis turned around and started walking away, shrugging it off to go up to the head of the class with Anne.  


Freddie shook his head and leaned down, patting Cecily’s back.  “Don’t pay attention to him.  He’s loud but harmless.  Like a yippy dog.”  The gym started to fill up and Freddie stood up “You gonna be alright?” She nodded her head looking for a safe place to put her backpack, and took a place at the back of the group.


BREAK


        The seminar was mostly simple.  Simple stretches, simple strength and speed drills, and some simple self defense drills at the end.  What made it intense was the insistence on perfection.  Technique, Anne stated, was the secret to getting the most out of simple traditional exercises, and the reason that simple pushups, situps, and other drills don’t get results is because people cheat at them, and trainers allow it.  She didn’t allow it.  


        Anne was pleasantly surprised by Cecily’s familiarity with some of the exercises, but made mental notes for later anyway.  She met frustration with more than a few spoiled fat women who couldn’t understand why they weren’t allowed to do their pushups on their knees like they had been all through high school.  Most of them were men trying to show off how manly they were.  Oddly enough they were the ones that burnt out the fastest, when forced to stick to correct technique.  For some reason it gave her an odd kind of satisfaction to see supposedly already in-shape people get completely worn out before the warm-up was even through.  


        Dennis was very business-as-usual, about the whole thing, hanging around at the back of the class and watching what few attractive girls were there.  There were very few, sadly.  [i]The mouse is skinny but…[/i] He smacked himself on the back of the head.   [i]I am NOT a pedophile![/i]  The only other girl that was even halfway decent was a siamese cat around the middle of the room.  She was wearing a skin tight tube top with… looked like nothing underneath, and a set of crazy low-cut yoga pants that barely covered the top of her crack.  He could see the back of her panties, and they HAD to be a thong.  


        As he watched her he noticed something weird.  Whenever Freddie would cut through the crowd to go help someone, she’d suddenly start fucking up.  Like SERIOUSLY fucking up.  After giving a hand to a particularly confused middle-aged gentleman, Freddie came back to catch his breath with Dennis.  “It’d be friggin awesome if you’d help out, man.”  He said under his breath to the bat as wiped his forehead.  


        “Hey… lookit that…” Dennis pointed to the Siamese as they started doing squat-thrusts.  Freddie turned to seek out where Dennis was pointing, but it wasn’t hard.  Bright colored spandex with a tight feline rump is never particularly hard to spot, and this one stood out even more.  In her tight pants you could see the outline of her underwear, if you could call it that.  It amounted to little more to string running up her rump, with a tiny piece of fabric over her slit, which was still almost fully visible.  He blushed and turned back to Dennis, punching his shoulder.  


        “What the hell man?!”  Freddie glared at Dennis, who just stared at the glorious feline ass as it jiggled in front of them.  “Earth to batman, wake the hell up.”  He waved his wing in front of Dennis’ face trying to snap him out of his trance.  


        “... I’m going for it.”  Dennis said, his gaze not breaking for even a second.  


        “You’re a retard.”  Freddie shook his head and turned back, glancing at her but trying not to stare.  


        “No, I’m a whore.”  Dennis smiled and licked his lips as continued to leer.  


        “There’s like… no way she’s 18…”  Freddie chimed in.  


        “We’re in the ocean, it doesn’t matter.”  Dennis claimed erroneously.  


        “Ummm… this is an American ship, so I think it still counts…”  Freddie kept an eye out, watching Cecily’s progress.  


        “Whatever man…”  His eyes bugged a little as they changed gears, moving to slow, deliberate stretches.  “ohfuckohfuckohfuck she’s gonna touch her toes…”  Dennis was almost drooling now, as the feline touched her heels together and bent over, slowly and… almost deliberately revealing her mound between her tightly-pressed thighs.  


        Freddie couldn’t help but look too, and both their jaws dropped.  The feline was hugging her legs to her chest, completely doubled over looking back at them upside down.  She smiled and pointed in their direction before standing straight with the rest of the class.  The guys looked at each other and back at her.   They were touching the floor again, legs spread now, about twice shoulder width.  Her tail was laying across her back, giving them a completely unrestricted view of her rear as she bent down, not looking back at them this time, just touching her palms to the floor and arching her back showing off her lean uncovered belly to them.  


        “Who was she pointing at?!”  Dennis almost yelled under his breath at Freddie.  


        “Hell if I know…”  He said, blushing hard trying his damndest to not stare.  


        Finally they were told to spread as far as they could comfortably.  The cat slid her feet apart slowly, both of the boys staring at her rear until finally she made a complete split.  Her tail swayed lazily behind her as she waited for the next exercise.  They all turned to the left and rolled their legs over into a front split, and she laid all the way down on her leg.   She turned her head back to them again and smiled, blowing a kiss to be sure they were watching before licking down her calf slowly.  Dennis waited until she was looking back at them and pointed between him and Freddie, back and forth, shrugging questioningly.  She just winked and smiled, and went on with the workout.  


        “Okay… I’m gonna go back to work now…”  Freddie said before heading back into the group, keeping his distance from the feline.  


        “Right…”  Dennis went on about his normal business, doing the bare minimum of work while ogling whoever was worth it.  The rest of the workout was uneventful, the feline proceeding to ignore them completely for the rest of the workout.  


Cecily found most of the stretches and exercises easy, as she watched others struggle with even the most basic techniques out of the corner of her eye. As they went through the routines, Anne’s insistence on proper form reminded her of Lilliana. In the end, she was happy that Lilliana’s warning of having to try moves on others was wasted. She listened to the instruction and watched Freddie as he moved through the group helping  those in need, all the while Dennis sat at the back of the room ogling some siamese cat who looked to be trying to get Freddie’s attention. When it was over she pulled a towel out of her backpack and wiped what sweat there was off of her face and hands.


Once the workout was over Freddie went straight to Cecily and roughed her hair, laughing somewhat proudly.  “That was very good!  How d’you feel?”  He combed through her hair after, trying to fix it where he had mussed it up. 


“Thirsty.” She replied, looking for a water fountain. “You know she was looking at you.”


“Eeeh…”  He looked away and started walking towards Anne.  “So you think about what you’re gonna tell Anne?”  


She shrugged, “Not really, I was too busy trying to do things right.” She looked over at him and followed as she said, “Lilly said, if you don’t do it right don’t bother doing it at all.” She whispered to where she thought he could not hear, “Lilly’s right, you’re as dense as a rock.”


Freddie pretended not to hear that last bit, patting her back.  “Well you’d better figure it out, cause she’s going to want to know.”  
        
        No sooner than he had finished Anne walked up to Cecily, shouldering past Freddie to get to her.  “Alright short stuff, whatcha got for me?”
        
Squeaking, she stepped back tripping over her own feet and falling to the floor. She dropped her backpack spilling the contents. She got up to her hands and knees quickly gathering up the scattered sketches, notes and cloths, apologizing in a meek voice, “ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”


“...”  Anne watched the girl for a moment before kneeling down and helping her.  “Why in God’s name are you sorry, sweetness?  You didn’t do anything to be sorry for.”  She held out a bundle of markers and clothes to the little girl.  “I thought we’d covered the whole bein’ afraid of me thing?”


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump.” The shy mouse said as she put the markers and clothes back into her bag. She pulls out a piece of  folded paper from a side pocket and handed it to Anne, “I was supposed to give you this, but I forgot.”


Anne took the note and unfolded it, cocking her head as she read it.  


[i]Dear Miss. Anne,


Before I ruin your day, I would like to let you know a little about the mouse that handed this to you. I have taken her in after a long  hard time in the foster system. She has some things we are dealing with. I felt that being in a good self defense course would help build her confidence. As we have only been together for  a month, I have not had an opportunity to enroll her in such a course at this point. After I read up about you online, I felt this would be a  good opportunity for her to get a quick start. I fully understand you don’t have the time to deal with anyone one on one here, or give a proper course to a bunch of fat, lazy, snobs. I just wanted to let you know that she will try her best, but might run off in a panic if things go wrong. If that happens, slap the bird, then give me a call


Thanks for your time,
Lilly
###-###-####[/i]


        “Okay… SO!  How’d you like to get the star treatment, little’un?”  Anne stood up, smacking the back of Freddie’s head hard, making him squawk.  


        Cecily clutched the backpack to her chest, and looked up at the bear towering over her, “OK.” She said just above a whisper, as she slowly stood up.


“Alright.  DENNIS!”  She roared out loudly and the bat came running in a panic.  


“It was Freddie’s fault I wasn’t even paying attention!”  She stared down at him with one of the first truly frightening glares that Cecily had seen her give.  


        “Whatever you had planned this afternoon drop it.  You’re gonna help me with this little lady.”  She nodded down toward Cecily.  


        Dennis walked over to her looking down at her.  “You mean Freddie’s new girlfriend?”  He reached down and gave her ears a playful tug.  


Cecily instantly jerked away, dropped her backpack, assumed a rough boxer stance and jabbed straightforward at her eye level, pushing off just a little with the power in her legs. On contact with Dennis she squealed and jumped behind Anne.
        
Dennis fell on his knees and gripped his crotch, wincing squeakily.  Anne reached down and patted Cecily’s head.  “Alright… that was good… but you need to lunge harder.  Commit.  Don’t punch him in the dick, punch him about 6 inches behind his dick.  Come over to the bag and I’ll show you.”  Anne started over towards the heavy bag in the corner, beginning Cecily’s first private lesson.  


Freddie looked down at Dennis and chuckled, leaning down to help pick him up.  “So… most action you’ve got in months, huh?”  Dennis grabbed his hand and pulled up, punching his shoulder.  


“Not fucking funny man... Bony little knuckles…”  He mumbled under his breath as he limped behind Anne and Cecily.  


Anne made Cecily pair with Freddie for the drills that require a partner, and she used Dennis.  Every so often she’d show a different technique or demonstrate the nuances for Cecily, not particularly holding back for him.  


Cecily watched and followed as well as she could, looking up at Anne.  She asked, “You’re a lot bigger than he is. What if they are bigger than you? ” She looked at the floor, “Everyone is bigger than I am.”


“Technique is technique.  Using what you have you can fight anyone, so long as you develop the skill to do so.  I wouldn’t recommend you attempt to build skill at wrestling though, beyond basic understanding and learning how to escape common holds.  You’re never going to wrestle someone my size, or even Dennis or Freddie’s size.”  She said as she held Dennis in a headlock, face buried in her rock hard side.  


[i]I get knocked, down but I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked, down but I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down[/i]


        Cecily scrambled for her backpack as the tune of Tubthumping by Chumbawamba  poured out. Pulling a small cellphone out she looked at the screen, then back the the trio, “Thank you, but I got to go.” She tucked the phone back into her pack and ran out the door.


        “Okay then… you boys are free to go.”  Anne let go of Dennis’ head and threw down before walking out of the gym to shower and dress for the pool.  


        “Well… that was random…”  Dennis looked up at Freddie.  “Whattaya wanna do till next class”


        “I’m gonna go eat.  See ya later man.”  Freddie started walking out to the Windjammer.


        Dennis  jumped up and jogged after him. “Maybe I wanna eat too!  Ever think of that?”  


        “You want to go hang out at the Solarium and drink and soak and stare at asses.  Go do that.  I just wanna eat.”  Dennis stopped and watch Freddie walk away. 


 “Well… Alright…”  He shrugged and headed for the elevators to shower before heading to the Solarium.  


BREAK


        Freddie went straight to the Windjammer for his lunch.  He wasn’t intending on using any of the pools so he didn’t feel the need to shower or change.  He took his time with selecting his food, making room for a little more sweets than usual.  


        "Yah, when we were at dinner, I saw the peacock and thought he was going to beat the shit out of the salad bar the way he was talking to it. I held him captive at a table until he looked better.”  Dennis heard a familiar voice from the dining room.  


        “I was planning on going, but something came up that I had to take care of. Instead of making Cecily suffer or hangout at the teen center or something, I told her she could follow the pelican to the gym, then I thought about the note.  Can’t have her out there completely unprepared.”  He followed Lilly’s voice, shaking his head, knowing who she was probably talking to now.  “Yah, Thanks a lot. I haven’t gotten the debriefing yet, but it looks like she enjoyed herself. I’ll try and get down there in the next day or two if shit don’t happen.” She looked up at Freddie as she slipped the cellphone back into it’s holder. “Hey there, strech, you smell like five miles of hot locker room.”


        He sat down across from Lilly, beside Cecily and shook his head, nibbling at his food.  “So?”  He poked his fork at Cecily.  “That girl of yours is a natural.  She laid out my buddy.”  


        Lilliana twirled her fork in some pasta with sauce as she asked, “How was her follow through? Kinda hard to teach aim, when all you have is shadow boxing to work with.”


Freddie nodded as he bit a kiwi in half.  “Her follow through was alright for a first-timer, but we worked on it a little more.  I think she’s getting the hang of it.”  He smiled and gave a thumbs up at the little kangaroo mouse.  


“The bat deserved it, he spent two hours ogling everything with a vagina, even glanced at me a few times.” Cecily said picking through varied nuts and berries.


“Eh… that’s Dennis.  If it helps any he’s almost young enough that it’s not creepy.”   He sucked on a grape before swallowing.


“So, did you even think about getting her room number?” Asked Lilliana as she racked up more noodles and sauce. ”I did get at least that far before Anne called.” She said giving a wink to Cecily.


        “Umm… no…”  He blushed hard and looked away.  He didn’t look embarrassed as much as he looked ashamed, his eyes cast away and hiding behind his wing as he ate.  


        “Look kid, you’re too young for my taste and Cecily is not that into you.” Lilliana said looking over at the  embarrassed bird. “Take a chance. What’s the worst that could happen? You either get lucky or she starts stalking you.” She finished with a smirk before filling her mouth with food.


        “That’s not… like… It’s not like that…”  He looked around in a familiar way, eyes darting around like he was looking for an escape.  “I just… it’s…”  He avoided eye contact desperately fighting to find a way to say what he meant.  


        “Look, I have this friend, Hank, He blamed himself for something stupid that was not his fault for a long time. He fucked up pretty bad, and I had to knock the sense back into him to see the opportunity he was avoiding. Do I need to do that to you here in the cafe?” She said, recognizing the reaction to the situation. Pointing her fork at him, “If you don’t get on with your life, no one else is going to do it for you.”


        “But…”  He took a deep, sighing breath.  “What if I already found the girl that I was meant for?”  He looked at her, his eyes deep and sad.  “I mean… It’s not… It’s not fair to her…”  He looked away again, wiping his face with his arm nervously.  


        “Ok, chicken tender, if you want to avoid life, for whatever reason, I’m not going to stop you. Just think about it. You’re on vacation and your most enjoyable memory right now is some crazy cat kicking your ass at pinball.”


        Freddie sighed and leaned back in his chair.  “Alright… I’ll… I’ll give it a shot next time alright?  For now… I need to eat.”  He leaned forward and started eating again elbows on the table.  “I have like 20 minutes before the next class.  You gonna come, short stuff?”  


        Lillian reached across the table and slapped his elbow off, “What the fuck man, didn’t your parents teach you manners?” Then looking over at Cecily, “How much you wanna bet she shows up for  another class today?”


        He almost fell face first into his food when she knocked his elbow out from under him.  He squawked slightly surprised and sat up.  “I doubt it.  Most people like that only show up once a day… if that.”  He looked back at Cecily.  “Are you coming back or not, Cecily?  I’m sure Anne’d love to have you again.  And you could hold me to my word.”  


        “Tomorrow.” Cecily replied, “I want to try some other stuff.”


        “Alright then.  We’ll miss you.”  He ate the last of his lunch and stood up.  “Well, that’s it for me, I’ll see you guys later?”  Lilliana gave a grunt and wave with a mouth full of food while Cecily seemed busy with something in her lap again.  He smiled and started back to the gym, jogging lightly to keep himself warm.  


BREAK


        By the time Freddie made it back the class was already full, and almost started.  The cat was there again, this time in the very back of the class.  The second he walked in she locked eyes with him.  He blushed but didn’t look away, instead checking her out up and down.  She was slender, small B-cups and a barely there ass, with a smooth stomach.  She wasn’t toned, per se, but she wasn’t particularly soft; like a gymnast or an acrobat.  


        Class was almost unbearable this time.  From the very back she was free to do pretty much whatever she wanted without anyone noticing.  Everything went the same as the morning’s class, with one exception: this time she wasn’t wearing anything under those skin tight yoga pants.  Both of the boys’ jaws dropped as halfway through the class her sweat started making the fabric cling to her body even closer, showing obviously the cleft of her pussy and the outlines of her lips.  


        Freddie walked up and “Assisted” her workout, grabbing her ass while she was doing a leg stretch, and nodded to her.  She winked and whipped his ass with her tail, and they went about the workout as usual.  As soon as it was over she all-but tackled him, wrapping both arms around his waist.  


        “Let’s go back to your room, okay stud?” She gripped his wrist and pulled him out to the elevators.  


BREAK


        As soon as he opened the door into his room she ran in past him and jumped on the bed, bouncing on the soft bed.  Freddie watched her and nervously shut the door behind him.  “Umm… so… Layla, right?”  She looked up at him smiling, laying on her belly on the bed.  


        “Yes, cutey?”  Her tail whipped behind her as her bright blue eyes locked on his.  


        “I’ve, uh… never done this before…”  He started walking to the bed, peeling his shirt off slowly and timidly.  She licked her lips looking up at him, his muscles rippling as he lifted the tight shirt over his head.  


        “That’s so sad.  How does such a big sexy man like you keep from finding a girl till now?”  She lifted up on her elbows, her taut nipples poking through her thin top.  


        “I, uh… that’s a long story…”  He untied his shorts and pulled them down.  He wasn’t wearing anything under them, but there wasn’t much to reveal yet.  His crotch was a smooth mass of downy feathers, with a barely visible piece of pink flesh peaking out.  


        “Well, I’ve never done it with a bird before, so we’re both going to be having a new experience tonight.”  She got up on her hands, pushing her chest out towards him and almost leaning over the bed, her head right at his crotch level.  “Soooo… why don’t you come here and let me see what I’ve got to work with?”  


        He gulped and stepped closer to her, blushing hard as his hands nervously hovered around his crotch.  “No need to be scared, Freddie.  I don’t bite… much…”  She reached for his wrist and pulled him into her, leaning forward to nuzzle into his hard stomach.  “MMmmm~”  She kissed between his pecs, and slid her nose down, nuzzling against him and taking in his scent.  
        
        Freddie slid his hand up her neck to the back of her head, running his fingers through her silky black hair as her whiskers tickled his feathers and her hot breath washed over him.  Her fingers walked over his hip bone to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze as her lips kissed at the very top of his pelvis.  “RRRRrr…”  She purred deeply as her lips found the very top of his vent.  “I think you’re hiding something from me… I wonder where it could be…”  She slipped her tongue out and licked over the pale flesh of his vent, slipping it inside to explore her new playmate.  


        “I-it’s… really sensitive in there…”  His hand clenched and released at his side as he started to swell.  She smiled and started licking more intently, sliding her tongue up and down the tight slit.  She purred and quietly mewled as her tongue found his member.  She looked up at him, locking eyes as her tongue twirled around his tip, her maw open wide letting her hot breath wash over it.  


        Freddie stared down into her bright blue eyes, mouth open and panting.  She lapped at his tip, what little bit was exposed bouncing with every lick.  She didn’t break eye contact with him as his cock finally swelled into her mouth, laying on her tongue as she licked at the underside, her rough tongue tugging teasingly at his sensitive virgin flesh.  It had a somewhat sharp tip, with ridges down the shaft, and 7 large, dull spines along the bottom.  “OOOH!”  She pulled back, putting her legs under her to sit on her knees as she looked his cock over.  “It’s got all these spines and ridges and stuff!”  She squeezed the tip, making him churr.  “It’s really hard too!  I’m impressed.”  She licked over the base, slowly sliding her tongue up the bottom ridges one after another before finally tracing up the tip and teasing the hole.  


        Every touch of her hot, rough tongue sent shivers up his spine.  The sandpapery muscle tugged at his thin skin feeling electric.  Her warmth wrapped around the tip, and her soft lips closed around it, squeezing and stroking over it as she slowly bobbed her head.  Her tongue twirled around his tip as she slipped her lips farther and farther down onto his shaft, her small mouth opening as wide as it could to take him deeper.  Her eyes shut tightly now, the faint curl of a smile in the corners of her mouth, savoring every vein and ridge and bump as it slid past her lips and over her tongue.  He felt his tip kiss the back of her throat and let his head fall back, releasing a deep sigh as his legs threatened to buckle under him.  Her slender fingers combed through his feathers, gripping his ass tightly as she pulled him into her.  He put a knee on the bed to steady himself as his cock slipped down her throat until her lips pressed tightly against his slit.  He moaned loudly looking down at her as she twisted her head and licked over his shaft.  


        “F-fuuu-AAH!”  He gasped loudly as she swallowed, making the muscles of her throat stroke at his cock, squeezing and milking it as her paws kneaded at his tight, muscled ass.  Both hands held the back of her head tightly to him, her nose scrunched against his crotch and her lashes fluttered as her eyes rolled back slightly, her grip on his ass beginning to loosen.  Freddie put his hands on her shoulders and pulled away quickly.  She gasped loudly for breath as a long rope of pre and saliva connected his cock to her lips.  “A-are you alright?”  Freddie panted along with her, his cock throbbing and drooling thick pre.  


Layla lunged forward and swallowed him to the base again in one quick motion, then started pulling back, sucking hard all the way to the tip, coming off with a loud smacking pop.  She licked her lips and smiled, staring at the exotic member hungrily.  “Sooo….” She pressed her finger against the tip, rubbing against the hole in small circles.  “You know what to do with this, birdy?”  She teased his tip with her dull claw as she laid back on the bed, only pulling away when she pulled out of reach.  Her feetpaws slid up the front of his thighs, kneading with her toes on either side of his cock.  “Do you mind stripping me?”  She nibbled the tip of her finger coyly as she spread her knees apart, showing the huge wet spot soaking through the crotch of her yoga pants. 


        Freddie nodded and gulped as he bent down, sliding his hands up her soft thighs just over her hips to the waist of her pants, starting to roll them off.  She lifted her feet straight up for him to pull her pants off, revealing her bare, glistening pink slit.  She shivered and purred as the cold air hit her sensitive flesh; her paws began to rub and tease over her tube top, rubbing her small, hard nipples through the skin-tight fabric.  


        As soon as he slipped them over her feet her paws went back down to his hips, gripping them with her toes and pulling him down towards her.  “Come on, sexy.  Don’t hold back, just do whatever feels’ natural to you.”  


        Freddie crawled up onto the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as he neared her heat.  His hands rested on her chest, tugging down on her tube top.  “Can I touch them?”  He looked in her eyes as he gently touched her nipples with his thumbs, sliding his fingertips in circles over the tips of her pale pink nubs.


        She nodded and moaned her approval as the bottom of his shaft pressed against her slit, the spines grinding over her clit and slipping through her lips.  “MMM!”  She bit her lip as her back arched up towards him, her paws gripping the sheets.  “T-that’s better than expected…”  She looked up at him and kissed his beak, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down onto her, slipping her tongue inside and across his.  


His long slender tongue darted into her mouth, licking and caressing over hers as he pulled back to let his broad tip press against her dripping lips.  “A-are you sure I can?  It’s… It’s kind of big…  and you’re-”


“Stretchier than you’d think, sweetie…”  She interrupted him.  “Like I said… Do what feels natural… Do what feels good… I promise you won’t hurt me… and I’ll like it…”  She ground herself down against him, moving her hips in circles to ease his tip past her tightly pursed lips.  She smiled up at him and stopped, locking her legs around his waist.  “It’s all you from here on out, stud.”  


He nodded and wrapped his hands around her chest, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.  He laid down over her, tucking her head into his chest and wrapping both arms around her tightly as he slowly started to thrust into her.  She whimpered in pleasure as every ridge and spine popped into her tight lips, his thick shaft stretching her wide, each muscle grinding over her gspot, one after another until he feels his tip hit bottom.  “Joder …” He moaned out as he pressed the last inch into her, feeling her shiver as he pushed against her and her lips slipped around his base, pressing against him tightly.  


“OOoh god yesssssss…”  She let out a long purring hiss as he hilted completely inside her, the feeling of just a little TOO much inside her flipped her switches.  “Speak more spanish to me, sexy…”  Her paws slid over his chest, rubbing and stroking over his muscles as she breathed his manly, musky scent deep.  


“No puedo creer que esté haciendo esto ...”  He slowly pulled free from her, his hands exploring up and down her back , gripping her ass tightly, spreading her cheeks and releasing them; combing his fingers through her fur.  “Esto es algo Dennis haría ...”  She purred loudly and lapped at his chest, every word making her spine tingle as it lighted on her dainty feline ears.  She didn’t need to know what they meant, what he was saying; his tone, his accent, the exotic flavor of it was enough.  


        His pace picked up slowly as he let instinct take over.  He had held back too long.  Every pulse, spasm, and squeeze of her silky tunnel threatened to push him over the edge.  Her paws caressing and worshipping his muscles only barely distracted his attention from his burning, throbbing cock.  “Me alegra que te guste hombres musculosos ...”  He suddenly picked up his pace, his crotch smacking into her wet pussy loudly, his feathers tickling and teasing her clit with every hard thrust.  


        “AAAAH!  FUCK! FUCK!  GÈNG NÁN!  GÈNG NÁN!  GÈNG NÁN, WÔ JÌNLÁ!”  She dug her claws into his chest and pulled hard with her legs, forcing herself up into him to meet his every thrust.  Suddenly she felt the rush of thick, sticky warmth fill her womb, and yeowled out loudly, throwing her head back in the most intense orgasm she’s felt in weeks.


        Even though he’d just came he couldn’t stop.  His hips thrusted on their own, pounding into her with all their strength as she writhed and moaned under him, gripping the sheets over her head tightly as her legs kicked and her toes curled behind his back.  His hands gripped her shoulders hard and pinned her down to the bed while he thrust into her mercilessly, forcing her hips up off of the bed.  “Tan!  Jodidamente! Bueno! Que no puedo parar!”  


        “Don’t stop!  Don’t you dare stop!”  She snarled and yeowled again, her voice shaking with every thrust.  “I’m so close!  So close!  Freddie-EEEEEE!”  She screeched loudly as she came again, her head lolling back as her whole body tensed and convulsed under him as he crowed loudly, another heavy load of his cum filling her to the brim, his thick, white, sticky seed dripping around his cock and down between her asscheeks.  He laid on top of her, panting and looking down at her.  He struggled trying to catch his breath, his entire body on the verge of numbness, electricity tingling through his entire body.


        She purred wiggling under him, pushing lightly at his chest.  “That was… incredible…”  He rolled off, slipping out of her and laying on his back, still in a haze of afterglow.  She rolled onto her belly, laying on his chest looking up at him.  “You did great, sexy.  Hehe, I’m gonna go visit the bathroom, alright?”  She kissed his chest before jumping up and heading to the bathroom.  Freddie laid back tiredly.  He hadn’t felt this exhausted in weeks.  He yawned and shut his eyes, sure she’d wake him up or else just… well leave.  


BREAK


        Freddie awoke to a knock at the door.  He rubbed his face and sat up, seeing the cat walking towards the door.  Her hair was down and she was a little wet, probably straight out of the shower. She WAS pretty, slender, just enough of a feminine shape… She turned and looked over her shoulder at him, catching him staring at her rump.  “Like what you see, cutie?”  She winked and stuck her tongue out at him as she opened the door, revealing Dennis standing in his bathing suit on the other side.  


        “I came running mcnuggets what’d you-”  He stopped as soon as he looked down and noticed the nude cat standing in front of him, smiling up to him.  “Uh… Am I interrupting something?”  


        She grabbed the front of his pants and pulled him in, shutting the door behind him as she guided him to the bed.  Freddie was still too light-headed to feel bashful, barely remembering he was still naked.  She pushed him down on the bed and crawled up onto him quickly, twirling around and plopping her ass down right on his face.


        “MMPH!?”  He said muffled as his hands gripped her ass, digging his muzzle into her clean pussy.  

        “Let’s give your friend another few minutes to recover, okay?”  She laid down on him and started peeling down his trunks, hooking the waist under his large, full balls.  “OOooooh you have something nice for me too, don’t you?”  She massaged and rolled his balls in her hands making him moan into her pussy.  


        “U-umm… S-should I umm… go or?”  Freddie stared at them, unable to tear his eyes away from her, shifting a little uncomfortably.  


        “Not on your life, cutey!  You just stay there and stay ready for me.  We’ll be there in a second.”  She glanced down at his cock, that was still rock hard and starting to pre again as the scent of sex began to fill the room again like a heavy fog.  She stretched her tongue out and pressed it into Dennis’ sheath, frenching the hole of his sheath hungrily lapping around his tip as it swells and throbs against her tongue.  


        Dennis’ long, slender, strong tongue explored inside her, darting and snaking through her, exploring her insides to find her sensitive spots.  She purred into his sheath as he grew into her mouth; she held her lips to his sheath letting him slowly throb and fill her waiting hot maw.  Her paws gripped and tugged and massaged his heavy globes making his lowers tingle with pleasure.  He pulled back from her pussy and spread her asscheeks, pressing his lips to her pink, squeaky clean hole and twirled his tongue around the inside of her ring.  She purred loudly and thrust her ass back against his tongue, wrapping her tail around his head to hold him against her.  He took her hint and smiled, thrusting his tongue deep into her rump.  She mewled loudly around his cock, her cheeks puffed out and full of his cock.  He move one hand down and slipped his thumb and finger into her pussy, letting the top of his wing rub against her clit.  


        Freddie watched wide-eyed, his cock throbbing as her throat started to bulge and her eyes went wide.  She sat up, maw open wide as inch after inch of cock slipped free from her lips.  Finally the entire 14 inch member fell free, the broad head stretching her lips wide before popping wetly.  She gasped and panted as she was finally able to breath, staring at the massive cock that just slipped free of her throat.  “Ooh… Oh fuck… Umm… there’s no way in hell that’s all going to fit in my pussy…”  She sat up and ground her ass against Dennis’ tongue, looking back over her shoulder at him.  “Will you be absolutely heartbroken if you have to fuck my tight little tailhole with this monster?”  She poked his tip, bouncing his cock.  


        Dennis shook his head, not withdrawing his tongue for a second.  Her hands gripped his wing as she started to ride it, thrusting back on his fingers.  She turned to Freddie and gave him a wink.  “Will you be too terribly disappointed if you had to have my pussy again?”  She stuck her tongue out at him and leant forward, pulling herself away from Dennis’ lapping, exploring, snaking tongue.  It inched out of her as she pulled away, revealing more, and more, and more, before finally it popped out, 7 inches of slender bat tongue falling free and slipping back into his maw.  


        She crawled up onto Freddie, straddling his lap with her hands resting on his shoulders.  “Okay… This is gonna feel funny for your first time, okay?”  Dennis go up on his knees and crawled behind her, putting his hands on her hips.  Freddie’s eyes started darting, looking for a way out,  but she put her hands on his cheeks and kissed his beak, holding him to look in her eyes.  “Just keep your eyes on me, sexy.  Everything’s okay…”  She lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding all the way down to the base and laid on his chest, licking up his neck and kissing his lower beak.  


        He could feel her suddenly tense up, and she gasped loudly as Dennis popped in, his huge cock grinding against Freddie’s through the thin, silky flesh inside.  He moaned as he felt the hard flesh grinding against his, her muscles spasming and tightening and milking him as her face contorted, biting her lip, smiling, her eyes shut tight in ecstatic pleasure.  Slowly Dennis disappeared inside her, every push making her gasp and squirm against Freddie’s chest.  She reached back with one hand and spread her asscheek for Dennis.  She looked back at him and smiled, and he leaned forward and wrapped his muzzle around hers, shoving his tongue hard down her throat as he forced that last three inches of hard cock against her, his crotch smacking against her ass and making her scream into his maw in pleasure and pain. 


  Freddie gasped as her pussy clamped down on them both like a vice.  “Aaah!  L-Lay-”


“-OH FUCK, Kitten!  Freddie I think she just came!”  Dennis exclaimed excitedly as he smacked her ass hard.  


Layla gasped again as he spanked her and started grinding her hips against them.  “Sorry boys… that was a little rude.”  She started lifting up, purring loudly, turning slowly into a moan as the two hard cocks pulled out of her.  “I’ll make up for it, okay?”  She bit her lip hard dropped her weight down, taking the bottom half of Dennis’ cock and all of Freddie’s in one hard, deep thrust.  


The three of them let out in unison, a squawk, a screech, and a loud feline yeowl as they all at once began thrusting.  Random at first, their bodies found rhythm, the room filled with wet smacks and slurps, moans, roars, squeeks, and squawks.  Freddie thrust into her quickly, his eyes shut tight as bank vaults as his hips jackhammered into her.  Dennis pounded in slower, taking her out to the very tip before dropping all of his weight into her again.  


It wasn’t long before Layla was laying limp across Freddie’s chest, doing her best to just take it; the two very strong, very energetic, very large young men pounding her into oblivion.  After her third orgasm they all started to chain together as her body became more sensitive with every thrust.  Dennis wrapped his arms around her belly and pulled her back to thrust straight up into her.  He pinched and tugged at her nipples making her mewl out as her arms reached behind her to wrap around his neck.  Freddie gripped her hips and pulled her down hard as he came again, his cum flooding out onto his lap. Dennis lifted her up as he thrusted into her, popping Freddie free to shoot a final long rope across her stomach.  


“Oh fuck, man!  Make a mess why don’t ya?!” Dennis laughed as he rolled over onto his back, pulling Layla with him to ride on his cock.  


        She rubbed the sticky seed into her fur, collecting some on her fingertip and lifting it to her mouth to taste.  “MMm… Why don’t you come here and let me clean you off before another go?”  She smiled up seductively at him, sucking her finger teasingly.  


        Freddie stared for a moment and got up, hurrying to his clothes.  “I-uh, just remembed, I have something I have to go do.  Umm, you guys can just stay here, ok?  Dennis, I’m gonna shack up in your room.”  He picked up Dennis’ pants and pulled the card out, leaving his own on the night stand.  “See you tomorrow!”  He almost ran out of the room, leaving the bat and the cat alone in the bed.  


        “So… Umm…”  Dennis looked down at her, the air a little awkward from Freddie’s exit.  “Wanna see how much WILL fit up there?”  He nibbled her neck and pushed both pointer fingers inside, stretching her hole and pinching her clit between his thumbs.  


        She giggled and got up, pulling him out of her ass with another loud pop as she moved onto all-fours, shaking her ass at him.  


BREAK


        Freddie couldn’t get to Dennis’ room fast enough, letting the door shut on it’s own as he bounded for the bathroom.  He slid on his knees on the tile and tackled the toilet, heaving hard as he puked up everything he’d managed to eat.  Gizzard stones clinked in the bowl as he dry-heaved, tears rolling down his face from the pain and the strain.  When he was finally done he crawled into the bathtub, almost ripping the shower curtain down.  He clawed at the handle turning the water on, almost jumping out of his skin as the scalding water started to fall on him before scrambling to readjust it.  He laid back in the tub and rubbed his face, staring wide like saucers through his fingers.  “Dios mío... Qué he hecho?”  He didn’t move from the shower all night, but just laid there, replaying what had happened over and over again until he finally fell asleep under the water. 




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October 12th, 2010


        “How the hell did you get us invited to this, Archie?”  Freddie yelled from the back of the rat-eaten Olds Eighty-Eight.  


        “I’m just a popular man, man!”  The coqui said back.  


        Nayelis, a small female Scissor-tailed Flycatcher leaned against Freddie’s shoulder whispering in his ear.  “I wonder how many bichos he had to play with to get them?”


        Archie laughed and looked back at them in the mirror.  “Yeah, yeah, don’t talk to me about sucking dick when you’re back there riding on Freddie’s stick.”  

        She leaned forward and smacked the back of his head.  “No me hables así que usted sabe que Freddie y yo no son como los que pervertido idiota!”  


        Freddie laughed uncontrollably, kicking the passenger seat.  “AND THAT’S ANOTHER THING!”  Archie yelled back as he parked behind the large two story house.  “Stop acting like the token latin in a sitcom and exploding into spanish every time you get mad!  It’s not funny and it just makes you look like a puta.”  [b]


She climbed out laughing and kicked Archie’s door.  “You just don’t like it because you can’t speak spanish!  You spoiled coconut!”


        Freddie got out with her, in suit pants and a fancy shirt that was only half-buttoned.  He looked over at her and smiled wide.  Her dress only covered what had to be.  The front was one piece of fabric that covered her bust, the front was fairly low showing a nice bit of her cleavage but not too much.  The back of the dress was a separate piece of fabric, that just barely covered the top of her ass, which didn’t really matter because of her gorgeous V-shaped tailfeathers.  The sides were completely open, except for the three sequined straps that connected the front to the back.  


        She was beautiful.  She always had been.  Her head and her torso was white, except for her bright red shoulders.  Her legs were a pale orange, and her tailfeathers and wings were black with white outlines.  She had a black beak and bright green eyes, and her legs were grey and always perfectly clean and shined.  They’d been together since they were in school in Puerto rico.  Nayelis’ father was a drunk and God only knew where her mother was.  Freddie’s family had all but adopted her, and when they sent him to Nashville to live with his aunt and uncle they didn’t hesitate to send her too.  It had been hard work for both of them but they all managed to get into UT together: Archie, Freddie, and Nayelis.   


        “Yeah yeah I’m a coconut just don’t act all crazy in[c] the party and get us kicked out!”  Archie jumped out and slid across the hood of his car to Freddie’s side.  “Tell her!  We wanna get invited back someday, so keep your woman in line!”  


        Freddie shoved him and turned his back to both of them, walking into the party to hide his blush.  “Shut up man and let’s go on!”


        Archie laughed and smacked his back.  “Awww I made the big man blush!  Hey!”  He yelled as Nayelis shoved him away and wrapped both arms around Freddie’s waist from behind.  


        “Awwww does this mean I’m not your girl, Freddie?”  She smirked up at him, making him turn his head and blush even harder.  


        “Shut up, Elis…”  He timidly took her hands, wrapping his fingers in hers and holding them around his waist.  She just smiled and nuzzled into his back, not saying a word as they walked into the party.


        Freddie didn’t drink.  He never had.  Archie had been drinking since he was a sophomore in high school and even Nayelis would have a drink or two every so often.  But tonight he needed courage.  He had been waiting forever to talk to Nayelis, to have a real, meaningful talk, and finally tell her how he felt.  He had a simple band in a simple box in his back pocket, “mi amor eterno” engraved deeply on the inside.


        [i]A beer won’t hurt...[/i]  He took a cup of beer but couldn’t get past the first sip.  [i]Okay...not a beer...[/i]  He went to the back, going through what liquor they had. [i]Maybe… Vodka?[/i]  He took a shot, and it was worse than the beer.  He grabbed the closest bottle to him and took a swig, spitting the third mouthful out.  “Gah!”  He looked at the bottle and read, “Gran Patròn Platinum, Silver Tequila, 100% De Agave, 750ml, 40%alc.vol(80 proof).”  [i]Oh… Oh hell...[/i]


        Midnight passed completely unnoticed.  Whatever bad people had always told him about alcohol, he couldn’t deny it had loosened him up unbelievably.  He danced with Nayelis the way he always wanted to, holding her like he had always wanted to, even kissing her right there in front of everyone.  She laughed and smiled and held him like he had always wanted to see her, and it was with him.  She asked him to leave, that she was ready to go home, and she pecked his cheek gently.  He blushed, even more than he already was, and ran to grab Archie as fast as he could.  He was ready.  It would be tonight.  It had to be.  


        Archie didn’t think twice about throwing Freddie the keys.  The frog was completely lit up, blurry-eyed and dizzied.  They all piled into the car and Freddie fumbled with the key, finally getting it in.  Nayelis leaned into  his side and whispered some kind of joke about being able to find the hole.  He was happy… He had to hurry home.  


        They were on 17th, getting on Interstate 40.  It didn’t look like there was anyone coming.  She was half asleep and hugging his arm when the massive Peterbilt hit them on the passenger side, coming off the interstate much too fast.  When he came too she was on top of him.  The car was flipped onto the driver’s side.  There was blood… So much blood… His arm hurt.  He turned to look; his vision was blurry.  His chest hurt, throbbing and burning with every breath.  He reached up to Nayelis’ head, shaking her gently.  Her ear was bleeding… He felt around, trying to find her face, to turn her to face him, to check her.  He tried to reach with his off-hand but it wouldn’t move, for whatever reason.  


        The pain didn’t bother him.  He wasn’t panicked.  He just had to see that she was okay.  She was okay and everything was fine.  He just had to be sure of that, and then he could take care of his wounds.  He took her shoulder and moved her to the side.  He tried to move his head, trying to see her face.  He felt a sudden rush of… cold.




August 8th, 2013 3rd day of the Cruise 


        
        Freddie shot up, squawking loudly as the cold water washed over him.  


        “Jesus Christ Fred chill the fuck out!  It’s almost time for the seminar man, you need to get to your room and get dressed.”  Dennis looked down at him, his head cocked to the side with an eyebrow up.  “Are you okay, man?”  


        “Y-yeah, I’m fine.”  Freddie climbed shakily to his feet, shambling out of the bathroom still in his soaking wet shorts.  


        “Umm… Fred you really don’t-”  


        “Please… Dennis…”  Freddie looked back and locked eyes  with him in an almost begging expression.  “Just…”  He sighed and started out the door, finally straightening up.  “I’m fine, alright?  I’ll skip breakfast and just shower.  If I’m late I’ll take the heat for it.”  He walked out and to his room, picking the card off of the nightstand where Dennis had left it.  “Thanks, man.”  


He headed out to his room and then to the shower.  He steamed himself clean, standing  with his forehead against the tile with the hot water turned all the way up.  He just stood there for the longest time, until the water began to cool.  He finally turned it off and got out.  He lazily dried himself and dressed.  He stopped as he walked out to look at his bed.  It was soaked through to the mattress with more fluids than he cared to think about. [i]I’ll… strip it and flip the mattress later…[/i]  He headed out and walked to the gym, counting the boards in the deck as he went along the outside of the ship.  


        He walked in to see Anne and Dennis walking around, talking and cleaning up.  “Hey!  Glad I got here bef-Urgk!”  His feet lifted off the air as Anne’s massive fist buried in his stomach.  She recoiled quickly letting him fall to his knees, gripping his stomach and gasping for breath.  


        “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, Fred.  Deal with it.  My gym is riding on this.  If we don’t show out, I don’t get paid, and the gym closes.  That means no olympics, no youth programs, no food on my table and no place else for you to take your sorry moping ass!  You have till tomorrow.  Don’t even bother coming this afternoon, if the cruise directors ask I’ll tell them you’re sick.  I’m keeping your pay for today.”  She pushed his shoulder with her foot, knocking him onto his back to make him look up at her.  “Fix it.  Talk to me, talk to Dennis, talk to a shrink, call fucking home and talk to mami.  I don’t care how, but get better.”  She stared down at him angrily, like a mother with a moping, whiny child.  


        “Alright, Anne.  I’ll handle it…”  He stood up nodding and started out of the gym.  He took a deep breath as his stomach throbbed.  In the midst of that pain he felt hunger, his stomach was still empty after last night’s heaving.   His head throbbed when he thought about last night, so he resolved to hurry to go get food, whatever would distract him.  He rushed through the Windjammer, paying quickly and heading straight for the buffet lines, grabbing whatever suited his fancy without regard for its nutrition or portion size.  He walked through the tables head low, looking for a secluded booth somewhere in a corner or against a wall.


        Freddie felt the plate ripped from his hands and an empty one shoved in it’s place, “That’s not right, Mr. Olympics, go back and try again.” Came the now familiar voice of Lilliana.  He looked up at her, his eyes sleepy, glazed-over, almost hollow looking.  He turned back without saying anything and headed to the buffet lines. She took the plate from his hands and said, “Jesus, just follow Sisy, you’re in no condition to think. High protein or high carb?”  


“Carbs…”  He said quietly as he glanced around trying to find Cecily.  “I can take...a few hundred extra calories today.  Sugars and dairy fats would be preferable…”  He grabbed the nearest seat and sat down.


Cecily took a seat on the far side of the table, not looking at him, she asked, “What happened to you this morning?”


“It’s… I don’t know…”  He sighed and laid forward, resting his head on the table.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to keep an eye out for you…”  


Dropping a plate of salad, fruits and nuts in front of him Lilliana said, “ Damn right you’re sorry. Whatever the fuck is wrong with you, you need to fix it. This is the second time I have found you in a state that is not right  in as many days. So, you ready to talk yet? Or do I have to treat you like I really want to right now?”


“Do what you want…”  He didn’t look up at her, just reached forward to get a piece of fruit.  “If you’re going to hit me or something though, we can go to one of our rooms… I don’t want you to get in trouble…”  


“Ok, let me try this again. I don’t want to have to take you to a room to get answers, and you don’t either. I spent a year in the service as part of an infiltration and information extraction team. I don’t want to have to make you talk, and I really don’t care that much, but whatever is going on with you right now is affecting my Squeaker, so I am going to do something about it. I prefer to do this the easy way.” Lillian looked up at the distracted bird, “What ever happened last night was a trigger, and trust me, I know what  it looks like. So, its your turn or we will try the hard way.”


“You’re right.”  He said as he started to eat.  “Last night I had sex for the first time in my life.  After that I had the first, and I hope, the last threesome of my life.  Then I ran to Dennis’ room, puked my guts out, lost half of the gravel out of my gizzard, and fell asleep in the shower where I dreamt the most vivid flashback to date…”  He looked up at her finally, only half-lidded as he picked leaves out of his salad to nibble at.  “Does that help?”


“Not one damn bit.” She said taking a bite of the food he originally picked off the buffet, “What I got out of that was you had a bad date, could be you found out she  was a guy, and that traumatized you enough that a  night of sex sends you into a panic attack.” She looked up at his have lidded gaze, “So, who was she?”


“Last night? Some cat named Layla.  I think she was Siamese… She spoke chinese, I know that much…”


“No the ‘One’ you mentioned yesterday, this all has to have something to do with her.”
  
“...”  he sighed and looked back down at his food, shaking his head.  “Anne told me to have this handled by tomorrow… So…  Her name was Nayelis.  We met for the first time in grade school…”  He went on to tell Lilly everything from the beginning.  Their childhood together, moving to America as teenagers, and what he remembered of that night.  How she had been his rock, the friend that was always there even when he was uprooted and moved away.  How over years they slowly became more than friends.  And  how she died.


Tapping her right eye with a fork, “This thing here is the remnants of my last combat action. My buddy Hank blamed himself for it and other things for years. I will tell you one thing I learned from the day I lost  sight in this eye, Life is too short to live in the past. She was important to you right?” Freddie nodded his head, “Ok then. If she were here now and saw you like this, what would she say?”


“She’d curse a mile in spanish and beat me senseless…”  He chuckled a little as he took a bite out of a kiwi.  


“Woah there, slow down, I heard a laugh.”  Taking another bite and talking out of one side of her mouth, “Once she was done beating some sense into you… “ Stopping for a moment she looked over at Cecily, “Shit, he is like Hank.”  And looked back at Freddie, “I choke-slammed him on a workbench, you think that will help you?”


He looked up at her, not doubting for a second she was telling the truth.  “I don’t know where you’ll find a workbench around here…”  He went back to his greens watching his food.  “How do you just let that go, though?  I… God help me, I’ve tried… I just… I can’t help but see her… everywhere… I wake up and still expect to smell her breakfast… Her shampoos are still sitting on my counter… Granted I could throw those away…” He looked away realizing how creepy that sounds.  


“You don’t. Trying to let go is not the way for some people. Think of it differently. She is waiting for you, I saw you cross yourself, I am guessing catholic. Stop trying to forget and start living, not without her, but  with the knowledge of seeing her again. What will she say in the end when you have wasted your life, alone, and pushed everyone else  that tried to help away?” looking up, “Shit how do I attract all the broke-dicks? First Hank, now you.” Looking back at him, “OK, your options are simple, wallow in self-pity or man up and show her what you’re really made of. What’s it going to be ten piece?”


“There’s not really a choice there…”  He sighed deeply and sat back in his chair, his arms falling loose to his sides.  “Good god she’s going to rake me over the coals for last night though…”  He shook his head again and started eating, his mood lightening slowly but surely.  “And actually, Baptist.  Old habits and all, though.”  


“You still have a life time to make up for that. Everyone makes mistakes. Now, you going to be in class this afternoon?”


“If Anne will let me… She told me to take the afternoon off… And to be honest it probably wouldn’t hurt.  I didn’t particularly rest last night…”  He looked up at her with a little bit of a smile.  “Ever sleep in a hotel bathtub?”


“Nope, you ever sleep in a puddle of your own piss in the Iraqi desert  with an otter poking you in the ribs?” She  retorted with a smirk. “I will trade a nice tub for that anyday. What's the punishment if you don’t show?”


“I don’t know if there’s a punishment or not, honestly. She’s keeping my pay for today, I know that much.”  He shrugged.  “I’ll go and see what she says, at any rate.”  


With a broad toothy grin, “Want me to talk to her?  Cecily missed out on her nugget snack  this morning and deserves a  retry. And I want to see some of these moves she  tries on you.”


“Her… Nugget snack?”  His head tilted a little looking at Cecily.  “What’ve you been telling your mom?”  He smiled. Cecily just shrugged and picked at her food.


“If not, you can go wallow in your hole somewhere and we can hit the arcade.” Lilliana said finishing off her food.

        “Alright…”  He stood up shaking his head.  “What do you guys want to do till then?  We have a good… 45 minutes…  I want some cake.”  He started walking to the buffet. 


“Get two more tweety.” she said as he grabbed Cecily’s plate raking some of its contents onto hers.


“Yes ma’am.”  He smiled and went on to the buffet, filling three plates as full of ice cream and cake as he could manage.


BREAK


        Freddie’s stomach was more than a little jumpy as he walked to the gym along with Cecily and Lilliana.  Anne and Lilly were… More than a little alike, and he wasn’t sure how well that would work.  Besides that he was told to take the day off explicitly, but he was working on it, so she shouldn’t be too mad.  “You’re not gonna make a scene or anything, are you Lilly?”  He looked back at her with a smirk, trying to play it off as a joke.  


        “Of course not. I am just going to talk.” Lilliana said, still sporting a huge grin. “She’s the walrus, right?”


        Cecily pointed to Anne and said, “Bear, she’s a bear.”


        “Ok then, make with the introductions chicken little.”


        Anne walked straight up to Freddie, completely ignoring Lilliana and Cecily.  “I told you not to come back today Ten Piece.  You decide you wanna talk?”  


        “Umm…”  He visibly shrunk a little and moved to the side.  “I, uh… I took care of it.  Anyway, this is Lilliana Fargo, Cecily’s mother.”  


        Anne walked past him and up to Lillian, looking at her, and at Cecily, and back again.  “Dear God her father must have been a brave little mouse.”  She smirked widely down at her.  [d]


        Looking up at the bear, Lilliana said, “And someone must have forgotten how to read. Adopted.”


Anne smiled widely and smacked Lilliana’s shoulder, laughing a little.  “Well you know that’s just a jarhead, isn’t it?  I’ve slept since readin that.  How’re you today Ms. Fargo, and what brings you to our seminar?”  Freddie kept his distance, waiting on something to go horribly awry.


“I prefer Lilly if you don’t mind, Miss… um… Alphabet Soup. And I came in because this jackass of yours told my Sisy he would see her here today and he missed it.  So I thought we’d go for a try two.”


“I prefer Anne, Lilly.” She nodded at her.  “Well…”  She looked over at Freddie and back to Lilly.  “I was gonna give that horse a rest, he’s startin to act like we’ve run him lame…  You have reason to think different?”


“Hmm.. that kinda sounds like what I heard, but a few details were omitted. Anyway, what’s in it for you  if he’s not here? From what Squeaky says, Dennis is about as helpful as an extra set of hands in a titty bar.” 




“It’ll give him time to rest.  He’s a good kid.  Besides if he forfeits his pay all it’s gonna do is pay his salary when we get home.”  She looked over at him with a smirk.  


“Well Sisy here wanted to fold him into a pretzel, and I wanted to watch. I know where you’re coming from on the money ends up in his pocket eventually, but he’s trying to go to school and could use it. So, how about this, friendly sparring match, I win he stays for the day, you win he stays with no pay.”


Anne laughed big and loud looking down at Lilly, not particularly derisive, just very amused.  “Hahaha!  I won’t let him work for nothing!  I do him better than that!  But I’ll spar you anyway if you want.  What’s your experience?   Training?”  


“Wii fit Plus daily with  your um.. advanced combatives and a little extra that I can’t talk about. I’ve seen your resume.” Lilly said with a smile. “Drill rule, tapout  or no out?”


“Tapout.  Let me grab you a set of gloves from the back.  Freddie, Dennis, line everyone up for me.”  Anne turned towards the back to get a pair of gloves.  


A few minutes later everyone had been lined up and organized.  Anne walked out in front of them with both pairs of gloves in-hand.  “Alright people!  Before we start class today a friend has asked to spar with me.  I thought this might be a good enough opportunity to introduce you all to sparring, which we will begin tomorrow.  My partner will be Ms. Lilliana Fargo.”  Anne nodded to Lilly, waving for her to come to the front of the class.  “I grabbed a set for you Lilly, hope they’re not too small.”  She tossed the tight red MMA gloves to Lilly and began slipping her own on.


Slipping the gloves on she said, “Even the wooly mammoth thinks I might be fat. They seem fine.” Tappin her fists together to get a feel for the padding.


“Alright.  We’ll begin on Freddie’s call.”  She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as he walked to the middle of them, with his arm in between.  


“Positions, ready, FIGHT!”  He then backed away as quickly as possible.


[i] Stay standing, if you’re on the ground she has you dead to rights.[/i], Lilliana thought to herself. [i]Watch and  learn, everyone has a weakness.[/i] She bounced a bit and slowly moved in hands open high to guard the face,  knees bent to  form a smaller target. [i]She’s a big one, can’t treat her like Hank.[/i]  Then she waited for the first shot.


Anne stood, shoulders square in a low stance, her hands open and palms facing Lilly. Her right leg was a little forward, and her head was low, trying to stay at or below Lilly’s eye level.  She didn’t move much.  Her feet seemed planted.  Her face seemed calm and almost sleepy-eyed.  She wouldn’t make the first move, not on someone who she didn’t know.  Best case scenario it’s someone who knows what they’re doing, worst case it’s a complete novice who may not be able to defend against her.  She had to wait.  Wait, guage her skill level, and counter accordingly.  Like an instructor, not like a fighter.


“Um.. are we both doing the same thing here?” One question, open fight or make it look nice for the cameras?” Lilliana asked as she plotted  the  few opening moves might break  Annes defence. [i]She does this for a living Lilly, she has one up on you.[/i]


“Sorry, I don’t know you so I can’t really open up on you to start with.  I can give you a little to work with though.”  Anne lunged forward, faster than she should have been able to, her right arm extending in a straight jab.


 Lilliana stepped to the left dodging the easy move, [i]She’s fast and moving forward, keep it above the belt, you're in a gym.[/i] She grabbed her right wrist with  the left hand and using Anne’s strength and speed to support her, cartwheeled  up wrapping her legs around Anne’s  powerful neck and swung behind her  tossing  all  she could back trying to break the stance and pull Anne off balance just a little, “Damn you’re big.” Lilliana released and rolled to the floor behind her.  Raking a three point stance readying for a second try.


Anne’s weight was dropped too far for Lilly’s maneuver to work.  The claws dug into the wooden floor might have helped slightly as well.  Anne turned on the balls of her feet, moving away from Lilly.  “Alright, that wasn’t bad.You might have underestimated my strength a little though.”


“Well, the only  excuse I got is I am  a few years out of practice, and you do this all the time.”  Looking up from her extremely low position Lilliana   summed up her options. “Let’s try a different angle.  Any out of bounds body zones?”


“Nah.  Just avoid claws and I’ll do the same.”  Anne smiled down at her, assuming the same position as before.  


[i]Low, heavy, check the anchor foot. I have to get her down.[/i] Lillian  stood to just higher than a squat and launched at the right leg, stopping just short and dropped to a hand-planted spin kick at the shin. The hit felt like a furry tree, so she reversed directions spinning to the balls of her feet wrapping her arm around Anne’s knees and lifting with all her strength, releasing  a growl with the effort.  Just as she started to feel Anne’s leg give way she felt four thick fuzzy fingers shove down the back of her pants and lift her off the ground, upending her as the other arm wrapped tightly around her waist. [i]Shit, too close.[/i] Leaning on Anne’s chest  to try what the old team often call a dirty move, with one hand to either side she gently tickled just above the waistline of the bear’s sides. With no response for the actions she said, “ Definitely not like Hank.” Then relaxed in the grip sliding higher on her chest to wrap her legs around the  neck again for an  anchor to pull free. Once  high enough she pounded on Anne’s arm while looking for her wrist. 


Not content anymore to wait on Lilly to free herself, Anne dropped forward, slamming Lilly on the hardwood floor.  Or at least, it looked like she did.  She took most of the drop with her free hand, only letting Lilly take enough of the blow to feel it, before putting her weight down hard on the smaller feline.  “How long d’you think someone will let you wiggle before they just drop you on concrete?”  


Slightly out of breath from the drop, “How often do you take the brunt of the fall off your opponent?” Fully relaxed her body to slide out from under the weight of the larger bear, and move to a  small distance to catch her wind. “You’re one really big bear.  Your dad wasn't an elephant, was he?”  Standing she takes a different more open martial art style stance that does not match any official form.


“Nope, not an elephant.  Just an Icelander.”  Anne stood up and shook herself off.  


Lilliana locked eyes with Anne and mumbled something under her breath. From the far end of the gym  the sound of falling  echos out. Lilliana flinches, ducked low and launched forward striking full force into her opponent's knees with a quick jab to the throat growling loudly with each strike. Grappling Anne’s right arm and wrapping her legs around the arm and shoulder she pulled it into a bar grip and began to shout in what appears to be arabic.


Anne gasped a little as she tried to catch her breath.  She saw the look in Lilly’s eyes and knew she was going for the throat, barely having enough time to swallow hard and brace herself.  She held the armbar with brute force, not escaping from it, but holding it firmly as she returned the yelling in arabic, attempting to talk the cat down.  
         
Hearing the gasps from the crowd and the response from the bear, Lilliana blinked and looked around. Seeing Cecily slowly stepping back from the group, she released the hold, “Shit, Shit Shit!”  dropping to the floor, “Mother fucker. I’m sorry.  Did I hurt anyone?”


“Not at all, lucky enough!”  Anne put her arm over Lilliana’s shoulder and patted it gently.  “This lady is a fellow veteran of our nation’s Armed Forces.  All of us who’ve served struggle to some extent with Post-Traumatic Stress.  Thanks for coming up here with me, Lilliana.”  She patted Lilly’s back and shook her hand.  


“I should have known better than to try this. I am sorry you had to see that.” Lillian said   apologetically.


“Now that that’s over with we can begin class for real!  I just want you to notice the pace.  It was half, probably even quarter speed, and it was very controlled!  We’re experienced people.  I’ll expect a lot more from you.  NOW!  Dennis!  Take warmups!”  She backed off as Dennis took her spot, and started leading the class in some inane warmup routine.  She walked off to the side with Lilly and smiled, patting her back.  “Sorry that turned out the way it did.”
  
“I am sorry again, some things just don’t go away, no matter how hard you try. That is the main reason I don’t come to things like this myself.”  She looked up at the Anne, “So… I would have gone with a throat stomp if you  didn’t relent. Usually worked on big’un like you.” Lilliana said with a smile.        


Anne smiled wide.  “Yeah… aiming for the soft squishy parts is usually the best answer for stuff like that.  A good way to have gotten out of the first hold I put you in would have been to dig your claws in instead of tickling me.  If I had’ve known I wouldn’t have gone through with it, though.”  


“You said no claws. As for the other, we all have to deal with it, I have’t had an episode like that in years, so I didn’t think much of it.” Lilliana looked over at Freddie, “You need to go a little easier on  drumsticks over there, he has some issue  he needs to work out. Took me two days to get him to even admit to it.” 


“Shit?  Really?”  She looked over at him, watching him work with the class.  “He’s always been the good one.  Behaved, always on time, courteous, obedient… a good, honest, hard-worker.  Never figured that was a problem.”  


“Yah, he’s like a battle buddy of mine, but Freddie is functioning better. Just watch his eyes, you’ll see it. That strange blank stare, like he’s not even there. Know what I mean?” Looking back at Anne, “I think this morning was my fault, I was poking fun at him yesterday about his only fun memory being getting his ass kicked in the arcade by me. He pushed himself into something he wasn’t ready for. if you catch my drift.”


“That slutty cat?  Yeah I heard all about it from Dennis’ dumb ass.  Wore his ass out, didn’t she?”  She chuckled a bit but quickly changed her tone.  “Yeah… I know something happened a few years ago.  He hasn’t told me what, yet, and I haven’t felt like pushing it.”


“That little moIe is the only reason I did, she was having fun here, and he was her anchor, safe harbor.  It’s something I got her used to with the others, and I kinda dumped it on Fred before I really knew him. He’s a nice kid and good with her for the most part, I felt it was safe enough, even though I meet him trolling the arcade.” She said with a wink.


“Yeah, well… He doesn’t drink, and doesn’t particularly like being around drunks, so that cuts out most of the lounges on this ship.  What lounges that don’t cater to the young and drunk crowd are either for the 50+ or 18- groups.  I can see why he picked the arcade to kill time.  And to be fair, you were trolling the arcade too.”  Anne smirked back at her.  


 “Nay, I was looking for something fun for Cecily. I lost her at skeeball for a few hours. He lost me at the Pinball,” She said watching Cecily. “She has some things we are working through too and I did not want to leave her there alone, not yet anyway.”


“I can understand that… She’s doing great here, by the way.”  She looked over at Cecily as well, who was currently receiving guidance from Freddie.  “So, there a Mr. Fargo?”


“No, and I really don’t expect anyone to put up with me, but our little family is  a good support structure with the needed elements.” Holding her hand out, If you don’t mind I am going to hit the pool, Cecily should be Okay here.”


“Oh yeah, she’ll definitely be fine!”  Anne smiled and looked Lilly up and down.  “You visit the Solarium yet?  Maybe my kid could babysit your kid and we could go get a bottle, hang out in a whirlpool for a while?”


“Maybe some other time, we got a date a good movie tonight. I got your number.” Lilliana said with a smile.


“Heh, sure!  I won’t let you put that off till the end of the cruise.”  She smiled and waved as Lilliana walked off, licking her lips as she watched the firm-but-shapely, round feline ass swing out the door.  


BREAK


        Vincent O’Donnell sat in a hot tub on the main deck, frustrated and bored.  Locked out of the room to go, “Have fun,” as his dad put it.  He didn’t want to be here.  He was tired, bored, a little sleepy, hungry, but too broke to get food.  He slipped his Beats by Dre off and ran his fingers through his long, wavy, hair then brought it down to scratch his short, scruffy beard.  “Why can’t he just let me sleep…”  He pulled his headphones back on and started texting someone back home.  


        He felt the water shift but didn’t look up.  This was a public area so sharing the hot tub with a stranger was to be expected.  He hoped if he kept his nose deep enough in his phone that they wouldn’t try to talk to him.  “If you were much skinnier you’d blow away, kid.”  He just barely heard a familiar voice over the music in his headphones.  He turned it up and started surfing the internet as much as he could since his friends weren’t replying.  Suddenly he felt a large, heavy arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a muscled side, the side of his head pressed into soft, warm flesh.  He blushed hard and looked up, starting to pull away, only to freeze when he saw Anne looking down at him with a wide predatory smile.  


        “W-What the fuck?”  He stuttered trying to pull away but she held him firm.  


        “You know something mousey boy?” She leaned in close as she talked to him, letting him smell the sweet alcohol on her breath.  He kept pulling against her arm as her large, soft paw gripped his stomach and stroked it under the water.  She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, letting her hot breath wash over the velvety flesh inside, “You’d be cute if you weren’t such a skinny little bitch…”  He squeaked out a growl and grabbed her wrist, trying to push her off.  


        “Get off of me you drun-MM!”  She wrapped his muzzle up in hers, shoving her tongue down his throat, so thick and strong and long it almost choked him.  Her sweet, cherry-flavored taste spread across his tongue and filled his nose.  His hands pushed against her chest, hidden by her large body.  She finally pulled out, leaving him panting.  He started to yell, or to try to get up, but he didn’t.  She made him angry, frustrated, she made him feel weak and small. He was hard as stone.  


        She gripped his hand under the water and shoved it down the front of her bathing suit, holding his hand teasingly above her mound, letting his fingers comb through the thick, soft fur around her crotch.  He tried to pull away for a moment but he couldn’t even begin to fight her, so he gave up quickly and let her guide him.  Over and over he felt his hand come close to her slit before being pulled back away.  He whimpered quietly as his cock stretched painfully against the mesh interior of his swim trunks.  


        Anne smiled down at him and nipped his ear lightly, the paw on his belly sliding down slowly to his crotch, squeezing him through his boxers.  “Tell momma bear what you want… Ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you have it…”  


        He shut his eyes wincing as she squeezed him, and his paw gripped at her bush weakly.  “I-I… please pull my cock out…”  He almost whispered.  She just smiled and looked down at him, a mean smirk across her face.  


        “You liked my smell earlier didn’t you, you little pervert?  My sweat smeared across your nose?”  She rubbed him through his trunks, the mesh digging into his soft flesh while her stroking fingers teased him.  


        “Aah!”  He moaned out but bit his tongue, nodding up at her.  


        She squeezed his cock hard, he would have yelled if he didn’t anticipate it and hold it back.  “Don’t nod at me, mousey boy… Say ‘Yes, momma bear,’  or ‘No, momma bear.’”  


        “Y-yes momma bear…”  He sighed with relief as she released him and begun to slip her paw into his pants, enveloping his six inch long and slender member in her large paw.  He wasn’t  a sub, but God if he didn’t need relief.  If it got him handled, whatever she put him through would be worth it.  


        “Tell me what I smell like, mousey…”  She guided his hand down finally, letting him palm her soft, hot mound.  


        “Like sweat… but sweet… M-momma bear?”  He looked up at her questioningly, unsure if he was doing what she wanted or not.  


        “That’s good… Now, make momma bear feel good.”  She let go of his wrist and leaned back in the tub, spreading her legs as she stroked his tip with her thumb, just gripping the shaft tightly in her fingers.  


        He nodded and slipped two of his fingers inside her tight, silky folds, letting his palm rub across her her lips and clit.  She growled a deep moan, making a ring with her thumb and first finger to stroke and squeeze his head.  He thrust his hips against her paw, but she held him firm, only giving him what she wanted him to have.  


        His fingers curled inside and explored her insides, reaching for her hot depths.  She bit her lip and choked back a growl, loosening her grip on his cock and rubbing it with short, slow strokes.  “You want to put this skinny little prick in me, don’t you, mousey?”  She hissed out as she bit her lip, his fingers now luckily finding her sensitive spot every so often.


        He moaned into her arm to muffle himself as he thrust to meet her strokes.  He nodded and turned to her, “Y-yes momma bear~ng!”  He moaned as she squeezed down roughly on him, growling loud and biting her lips hard.  She let go of his cock and pulled her hand from his pants, and pulled his hand out of her bathing suit.  


        “Well, momma bear got what she needed, so you’ll just have to wait.”  She stood up and wrapped a towel around herself, walking back towards the passenger decks.  




August 9th, 2013, 4th day of the Cruise.  


        
The fourth day of the cruise was a lazy one.  Everyone was finally finding their groove and getting into the spirit of things.  Dennis actually got up on time, showered and ate breakfast, was to work on time, had LUNCH(a rarity for him), and went back to work before ending his night at the adults’ lounge with a dancefloor and bar.  


Freddie spent his day with Lilliana and Cecily as had become the norm.  He had been missing the feeling of being with family.  Maybe not even his family.  Just the love and affection and fun that surrounded them made him feel a thousand times lighter.  


Anne’s day was much more interesting.  Her morning workout was very pleasantly interrupted by a new piece of scenery.  As she was running a cheetah got onto the treadmill beside her and started prepping it.  She looked young-ish and very fit, in a tight tank top and very short shorts.  Her midriff barely showed under her shirt, and unfortunately she was wearing a sports bra underneath.  She was wearing high-dollar Adidas running shoes, that, combined with her figure made it obvious she was a runner.  


Anne watched her new exercise companion in the reflection on the window.  As she stretched she looked the larger muscled bear over, checking out her legs and especially watching Anne’s firm ass bounce slightly as she ran.  Anne could almost hear her purring, and sped up the machine a couple of notches to pick up the pace and show out a little.  
 
The cheetah got onto the treadmill and started walking, slowly setting the speed up until it hit a good, steady run.  In spite of the sports bra she was fairly bouncy, and Anne couldn’t help but watch in the window and out of the corner of her eye.  “This is the first time I’ve seen you here, kitten.”


The cheetah glanced over at Anne before turning back.  “I’ve been busy.  Needed to start working out again.”


Johannesburg, right?"  Anne said as she checked her mileage.  


"What?"  Yvette raised an eyebrow.  


"Your accent... It's mixed with something else... but definitely South Africa."


"That's right. South Africa, and New Hampshire."


“So, no time to rest on vacation, huh?”  Anne turned to look her in the face as they ran.  “Me either.  I’m working for the cruise line.  My name’s Anne.”  


“Yvette.”  The cheetah looked up at Anne as she ran.  “You don’t look like a ships’ employee.”  


“I’m not a regular, Y-vee.  I’m a personal trainer, doing seminars for the ship.”  


“OOooh!  You’re the MMA chick aren’t you?”  Yvette looked her over, checking out her muscled stomach and arms.  “You’re built like it!”  She smiled and turned back, watching ahead.  


“I am?  How exactly am I built, kitten?”  Anne looked down at Yvette with a smirk.  


Yvette blushed a little and averted her eyes away from Anne.  “You’re big.  And muscled.  You look like a fighter.”  


“Mhmm…  How long have you been watching my build?”  Anne reached over and pushed her shoulder lightly.  


Yvette jumped a little and turned, looking up at Anne’s big, predatory smile.  “I haven’t! I just checked you out when I came in!”  She blushed and watched ahead of her as she ran.  [i]I didn’t just say that…[/i]


Anne turned back to face front and smiled big. “It’s okay, I checked you out in the window when you came in, too.”  She fell back a little bit, turning her head to the side to get a good look at Yvette’s tight ass.  “You’re definitely well-built too, kitty.”  She ran back up shoulder to shoulder with Yvette.  


Yvette blushed, but enjoyed the attention.  She couldn’t tell for sure if the bear was flirting or just… overly friendly.  The rest of the workout went by fairly quietly.  Anne and Yvette only shared the occasional glance, although they continued to watch each other out of the corners of their eyes.  After an hour was up Yvette jumped off and started out of the gym.  “Was nice running with you!  Maybe tomorrow!”  


Anne smiled and waved back, not stopping her run.  “That’d be nice!  I could use some better scenery around here in the morning!”  She watched the cheetah leave with a smile, then quit her run and went to the weight machines.  


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The day was young and already it had gone poorly for Kimberly. After breakfast she thought she might give climbing another go, but when she got there they'd told her she'd been banned for using the climbing wall as a flight platform. "Buncha sexist pigs. That parrot can fly all he wants, and the mutt can recklessly jump into the crowd, but Kimmy? Oh no, they can't see me having any fun." She mumbled to herself. 


Not only that, but thanks to yesterday's on board wedding most were either sleeping in or filled with post-wedding buzz. It sickened her. Kim didn't believe in marriage. Nothing but a bunch of empty promises. If you wanted to make a real promise, try giving away your free will to another. If you wanted real truth, try controlling another's life completely, holding that power and responsibility over them. It had been far too long since Kim had shared a true Dom/Sub bond. It was on her way back from the climbing wall she finally spotted someone she might share it with. 


A fit, sexy cheetah, seemingly fresh from some workout or another. She could see that the cat walked with a confident, purposeful stride, an odd smirk, and, as Kimberly drew near, a blush on her creamy muzzle. 


"So," Kim offered, as she imposed herself in the cat's path. "What kinda naughty thoughts you having?"


"Well, I'm," the woman began, before Kim cut her off. 


"Any chance you might make some room in that head of yours for me? And, if you have a bit of time, some room for me down here." She punctuated her statement with a quick grope of her mound through her shorts, paying careful attention to the feline's reaction. 


"Well, I was heading back to my room." She replied tentatively. 


"Hey, that'd be a good place to be if you wanted me to get into your panties." Kim said with a predatory gleam in her eye. 


"No, I mean to freshen up and then relax. I've not had enough relaxation for this being a vacation." She said defensively. 


"Oh, but you WOULD like to spend some time with me eventually, right? If you didn't want to have anything to with me, you woulda just smacked me when I groped you." She cooed, very matter-of-factly. It earned a deeper blush from the cheetah. "So, what is it? Do you have a sexy name to go with that smokin body?" 


"Yvette."


"So you do, eh? That proves it. You want to see what I can do to you, don't you." Kim stated, Yvette giving a slight nod as she did. "Well then, guess I'll let you be on your way."


"Wait, I thought?" Yvette half asked. 


“Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you while you’re tired. You go do what you need to for now. I'll be seeing you around." Kim explained. She could tell Yvette wasn't quite ready just yet. She needed some time to stew in her juices. "I'm Kimberly. And I'm sure it'd be hard for me to miss such a hot piece of ass, so I'll find you again, sooner or later. And I know you won't be forgetting me." 


"Okay, um, bye." Yvette bid her goodbye as Kim walked off. 


She could tell Yvette wasn't completely submissive, but she certainly had a natural submissive streak to her. That was fine by Kim, so long as it was an honest streak, she could work with it. She wasn't likely to trust someone just playing the part of a Sub again anytime soon. That had turned out very poorly. But, Yvette, she had promise. Kimberly had tried her luck with a large number of ladies already, most being only unsatisfactory at best, some disasterous at worst, but this one could prove to be a find. Someone that would be willing to explore sides to herself she hadn't before without balking. That was, at least, if Kim did her part right. She wanted her. Kim didn't just want a bit of fun with her. She wanted to mold Yvette and make her hers for this cruise. And she planned to have her. 


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        Having put off Kimberly for a while, Yvette went to her room for a long, hot shower.  As soon as she stepped over the threshold she started stripping off her tight workout clothes, kicked off her Adidas, and headed straight to the shower.  She peeled down her sweaty panties with a slight extra-dark spot where it rested over her slit.  She threw her panties in the laundry hamper, leaving everything else on the floor to pick up later.  


        It didn’t take long for the water to get hot, letting her hurry into the shower.  She lathered her hair first, then went on to wash the rest of her toned, muscular[e], lithe body.  The bubbly lather cascaded down her breasts like a lace veil, falling down her toned stomach to flow through the clefts between her muscles.  As she combed through her soft spotted fur she retraced her morning.  [i]I’ve been a popular girl today…[/i]  


        She HAD been looking for something different since she had seen Derek and Samantha getting along so well, but a brash, miniscule bird and a giant, muscled bear were much more different than she’d expected.  They were… interesting, at least.  Kimberly was small but very forward and dominant.  She didn’t leave any doubt what exactly it was she wanted, either.  Anne was more cryptic.  Yvette couldn’t tell if that morning was flirting or if it was just Anne’s strange way of being friendly.  Anne was definitely winning as far as raw attraction, but Kimberly was actually pursuing her so it was anyone’s game still.  [i]It could be cool with someone that small though…[/i]


        Before she knew it her hand was between her legs, stroking over herself as her other hand squeezed her breast and pinched at her pink, pert nipple.  She shook her head and moved her hands away, going back to cleaning herself.  [i]Later.[/i]


        She jumped out of the shower and dried herself off quickly.  Maybe she’d have more luck at the Solarium.  She pulled on her bikini, a wine-colored strapless affair with a gold clasp at the front.  She wrestled with the top for a moment to get it in place and get everything secured in the unsupportive top.  It let everything bounce but kept it covered, for the most part anyway.  


        She grabbed a towel and bounced out the door.  She strutted out of the elevator and toward the Solarium, the early-afternoon sun setting her golden fur on fire, her spots standing out starkly like black coals beneath a fire.  Her fur always carried a healthy gloss, but somehow in this setting, with the sun beside her and the ocean flowing beneath her feet, she positively glowed.  


        Heads turned to follow her as her breasts bounced and swayed side to side, completely unrestricted by her top.  Her tail snaked through the air behind her, the stripes leading down to her tight rump that jiggled just barely with each step she took.  She stopped and stepped sideways, narrowly avoiding a little red blur that came down the middle of the deck.  


        A skinny, middle aged fox jogged behind her slightly out of breath.  “CIN-”  He panted, slowing for a moment as the blur stopped, showing a little girl clutching a pilsner with a brownish-red drink in it.  She took one hand and tugged her eyelid down sticking her tongue out at him before running away quickly, heading towards the passenger quarters.  “C-Cinnamon Kodran come back here this instant!”   He ran after her quickly, making Yvette put her back to the wall to get out of his way.  He ran past, stopping as he did to tip his hat at Yvette.  “S-sorry miss!”  He took off like a bolt after the little girl, rounding the corner toward the elevators.  “CINNAMON KODRAN DON’T YOU DARE GET ON THAT ELEVATOR!  DON’T YOU DARE PRESS THAT DOOR SHUT BUTTON!”


Yvette shook her head and started walking to the Solarium again.  [i]Never… some people should fucking NEVER have kids.[/i]   Once inside she scanned the room, heading to the bar first.  She was only planning on a light beer, but the bartender talked her into something called a Summer Hoedown.  Yvette wasn’t much of a drinker, barely having a light beer or two every month, but the bartender looked nice enough and promised her it didn’t have a lot of alcohol in it.  As she waited she looked around, with her back to the bar. Janine was at the lounge chairs sunning and working on her laptop, so she figured she’d go and bother her for awhile at least.


“Your drink.”  The cheetah patted Yvette’s shoulder and handed her her drink.  As Yvette paid, she heard a familiar voice from behind her.  


“Hey there, kitty!  Didn’t think I’d see your sexy ass again today!”  Anne’s broad hand smacked Yvette’s rump and patted it, more of a “attaboy” spank than anything else, but it still made Yvette squirm a little.  Anne sat beside her putting her elbows down on the table, smiling at the bartender.  “Alright pretty lady, you remember what I like, don’t you?”


“Yes ma’am!”  The king cheetah nodded and turned around grabbing a bottle of Jim Beam, Netanya Grenadine Syrup, a cream soda, and a highball glass.  She walked to the other end of the bar to get a Glace ice ball.  


        “So, Yvette-”  Anne turned to face her, smiling down at her and looking her over in her bikini.  “What’re your plans this afternoon?”  She licked her lips as she eyed the feline’s ample chest. 


        “Ummm…”  Yvette blushed but smiled, hiding behind her drink as she sipped it.  “My roommate’s here hanging out, so I was planning on hanging out with her for a little while…”


        “Oooh okay.  You’ve got a ‘roomate.’”  Anne made air quotes at that. “Well, it IS a couples’ cruise.  Which one is she?”  She looked around scanning the room, scoping out all the women in the room.  


        “The mare over there.”  Yvette pointed to Janine, a trim and top-heavy mare in an orange bikini with a orange, white, and blue top. 


        “Oooooh… dayum.”  Anne looked the mare up and down, peaking at the bulge in her panties.  “She one or the other or is she both?”


        “Um…”  Yvette looked up at Anne with a raised eyebrow.  “She’s a herm, if that’s what you’re asking.”  


        “Oh!  Well, nice.  She’s gorgeous too.  Not quite as sexy as you, but still.”  Anne shrugged and sipped her drink.


        “She’s my roommate, not my girlfriend.”  Yvette drank lightly and turned away from her.  


        “Oh really?”  Anne watched Yvette out of the corner of her eye, smiling a little.  “So you’re a single kitten?”  She put her hand on Yvette’s back, tracing up and down her spine gently with her long claw.  


“Tragically, yes.”  She shivered a bit and purred quietly.  “What about you?”  


“Same, fortunately.”  She slid her hand down and gripped Yvette’s ass, giving it a rough squeeze before sliding back up her back.  “You looking for long-term or just playmates for the cruise?”


"Fun for now, but wouldn't rule out something more long-term if the right guy or lady came along."  She wiggled her rump on the seat scooting up to rest her back on the bar.  “How about you?” 


“Just playmates for now.  Maybe a sexy little kitten to play with…”  She rubbed Yvette’s back, tracing her muscles with her claws.  


“We-”


EVERYBODY”S HEARD ABOUT THE BIRD
PAPAPA OOM MOW MOW PAPA-


The music cut out to some awful cacophonic dubstep and Anne shoved her paw in her bathing suit quickly pulling it out.  “Fucking Freddie…”  She swiped it on and read the text, shoving it back into her bathing suit and standing up.  “Sorry sexy, I have to go take care of business.  I’ll see you again later. Here at around five?”  


“Well I don’t know i-unf!”  Yvette was cut off by Anne’s maw wrapping around hers, her thick tongue shoving deep into her feline maw, almost choking her.  Anne pulled away quickly leaving Yvette gasping for breath, a thick blush on her face and her body feeling warm.  


“I’ll see you later!”  Anne walked away strutting, shaking her ass for her new friend.


BREAK


Kimberly walked into the Solarium in the midst of her typical evening tour of the bar and lounge scene. She was thinking of maybe just having a soak, but then she happened to see a familiar face from that morning lounging near the bar. She just had to run up and say hello to her. 


Yvette was surprised she'd remained in the Solarium for the past few hours. That kiss from Anne had left her burning with desire. She'd felt like going back to her room to diddle herself pretty much the whole time, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to wait. Wait until five pm. 


"Hey there, sexy," Kimberly jolted Yvette out of her thoughts. "Have you been thinking about me?" 


"Yes." She responded right away. It came out from her lips before she had time to process it. For whatever reason, Yvette couldn't tell Kimberly that she'd actually been thinking more about Anne. And, there was the fact that she had been thinking about Kim too. 


"Oh, excellent. I didn't expect to see you again so soon, but I'm glad I did. You look happy to see me too." The bird said with a smirk, proceeding to sit down beside her. Yvette could feel the the heat of her own face radiating outward. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so horny and she seemed to be getting more worked up by the minute. Well, Kimberly was the one she was with now, and she did like her, so she might as well go with her. 


        Anne’s arms wrapped around both ladies’ shoulders, squeezing them together into her chest, which was still a little moist from the afternoon’s seminar.  “Well hey there sexy ladies!”  She kissed the tops of their heads and nodded at Kitani to bring her a drink.  


        “W-what the hell?”  Kimberly shuddered and ducked out from under the bear’s arms.  “What are YOU doing here!?”  


        Anne looked down at her with a smile, taking her seat beside Yvette.  “I came to get my new kitty.  What’re you doing here?”  She slid her paw around Yvette’s waist and squeezed her a little making her mew surprised.  


        “Hey guys-”


        “YOUR new kitty?!  I’ve been working on her all day!”  Kimberly huffed and went over to Yvette’s other side, grabbing her hand and wrapping their fingers together.  


        “Oh you have?  What’ve you been working on her, exactly?”  Anne smirked over Yvette’s head down at Kimberly. She glared back as best she could, but the bear’s smirk made a throb of pain radiate across her whole body as a reminder of that first night of the cruise.  


        “N-none of your business, you friggin giant!  You’d probably crush her anyway.”  She tugged on Yvette’s arm lightly.  “Come on, cutey, let’s go back to my room to be ALONE.”  She glared at Anne and turned her back, pulling fruitlessly as Anne continued to hold Yvette around the waist and Yvette made no attempt to follow.  


        “Listen Kimberly-”


        “Oooh can I come?”  Anne stood up and pulled Yvette off of the bench and onto her feet, taking her drink that had gone unnoticed till now and downing it all at once.  “We can be alone together!”  


        “No way!  No fucking way. Get away from me!”  Kimberly jumped back, letting go of Yvette’s hand.  


        Anne smiled and pulled Yvette into her, sliding her paw up and down the cheetah’s side.  “You can come with us, or  you can do whatever else it is you want to do.  Either way, we’re going back to my room.”  Anne started walking, guiding Yvette along by the waist.


        Kimberly stood there, beak agape struggling for words as she fumed after the two walking out of the Solarium.  


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        Anne’s hand found its way down to Yvette’s ass, her huge paw almost completely palming the tight feline rump.  “You know you don’t HAVE to come to my room… I think you want to though, don’t you, kitten?”  Anne leant down and licked the edge of Yvette’s ear, making her shiver and purr as they waited on the elevator.  


        “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.”  She turned into Anne’s side, pressing her nose into the musky compression top and taking a deep breath of her scent.  She purred and wrapped her arms around the much larger female’s waist to pull them closer together.  She purred and nuzzled into the thick, soft fur at Anne’s sides.  


        “Oooh, I like an eager little kitten.”  Anne pushed her hand down the back of Yvette’s bikini as they stepped onto the elevator and pressed the door close button to get them alone as quick as possible.  


        Yvette mewled into Anne’s side and ground her hips down against her paw as the thick fingers roamed between her legs to find her waiting, slowly moistening slit. “I…”  Yvette gasped a little as the broad digit worked its way inside her.  “I like a… an eager bear, too…”  


        “How many bears have you been with to develop a preference?”  Anne cocked an eyebrow as she thrust her middle finger into Yvette’s tight folds, almost lifting her off the ground in her big paw.  


        “None before you…”  


        When the elevator doors opened Yvette was cradled in Anne’s arms, their muzzles locked together as growls and purrs and moans radiated from them, hands disappearing between their tightly pressed bodies.  Anne whispered in Yvette’s ear and the cheetah’s paw delved into the bear’s swimsuit, pulling out the door lock card to get into her room.  Anne wrapped her muzzle back around Yvette’s, their tongues wrestling as she opened the door and walked inside.  


        Anne kicked the door shut behind them and started to peel the wet bottoms from her feline playmate, revealing her spotted ass and cream colored mound.  Her pale pink lips glistened in the dim light from the lamps on the nightstands.  Anne took the front of her top in her teeth and tugged it up, letting her ample breasts fall free and exposing her pert, pale nipples.  “Dear Lord you’re a sexy little kitten aren’t you?”  Anne’s fingers slipped between Yvette’s legs, stroking over her soft, silky fur as she laid down together.  She pressed her nose into Yvette’s neck, taking her scent in deeply.  


        Yvette purred and thrust her hips down against Anne’s fingers, pressing her heat into the broad palm of her hand.  She traced her paws up Anne’s sides, tracing every toned, strong muscle until finally getting to her sports bra and peeling it up, the tight fabric clinging to her moist fur.  She gasped and mewled out loudly as two thick fingers spread her lips, and plunged deep into her.  The broad, long digits threatened to take her breath away, she gasped as the rough pads teased over her gspot as they explored.  “A-A-Anne-”  


        “Shh…”  Anne’s free hand pressed a single finger against Yvette’s lips, hushing her as she brought her muzzle down to her firm breasts.  “Speak when spoken to.”  Her hand stroked lightly down Yvette’s cheek, down her neck to her breast.  Her fingertip twirled around the pink pole of the cream-colored globe as her wet, black lips wrapped around the other, gently sucking on the sensitive flesh, just enough to tease.  


        Yvette arched her back, pressing her chest into the bear’s hot, teasing, suckling mouth as her lowers were continually assaulted by her fingers.  She started to speak, but stopped herself, letting out a loud, half-growling purr as she inched closer and closer to climax, her body completely wrapped in the bear’s fur.  Her legs suddenly shot out around Anne’s sides and her claws dug into the mattress releasing a shrill roar as she came into Anne’s palm.  


        “That’s right, pussy... let it all out for mama bear…”  She continued to slowly stroke at Yvette’s sensitive insides as she came down from her climax, waiting for her to catch her breath and for her body to release its tension.  “Glad to see you liked that.”  Anne withdrew her fingers from Yvette’s depths and lifted it up to her face, licking her fingers lightly before rubbing them across Yvette’s lips, slipping them into her warm maw and stirring them as she licked and suckled on them.  “That’s right, pussy, lick up all the cream…”  Yvette raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, purring into the bear’s paw.  


        Anne sat up on the bed, looking down at the lithe feline as she suckled on her fingers.  Yvette’s paws reached up and held Anne’s arm as she cleaned her nectar from her fur.  Anne pulled her paw away and swung her leg over Yvette’s torso to straddle her, her black lips dripping onto Yvette’s heaving chest.  “Such a naughty pussy.  You didn’t even thank your mama bear.”  She pushed her hips forward, pressing her lips to Yvette’s, her nose covered in her soft, thick pubic fur.  Anne growled a deep moan as Yvette’s rough feline tongue pressed into her, her paws gripping her breasts and rubbing her dark nipples as she ground herself down against Yvette’s muzzle.  
        
        Yvette’s paws gripped at the thick fuzzy thighs as she was suddenly smothered by the bear’s mound, her maw covered in the savory, sweet liquid.  Her nose was filled with Anne’s loud, distinct scent as she struggled to catch her breath.  She looked up to see her new “mama bear” pinching and teasing her own nipples and pressed her tongue out and into Anne’s slick tunnel, making the bear growl out loudly.  
          
“That’s it, pussy.  Show me what felines are famous for.”  Anne put her hand on the back of Yvette’s head and pulled her tight into her, burying her nose in Anne’s snatch.  Yvette shut her eyes tightly, her ears turning a bright red as she pushed her tongue deeper, eating her out in earnest.  


Anne held Yvette in place like that, cooing down at her and running her fingers through Yvette’s hair.  “Make mama bear cum and we can play a new game.”  


Anne’s tone seemed to change, making Yvette look up at her questioningly.  As soon as she turned up Anne’s dark brown eyes were already staring straight down at her, a predatory, almost frightening smirk on her black lips.  Yvette shivered and nodded before wrapping her lips around Anne’s clit, sucking it hard and grinding her tongue against it.  


Anne roared loudly as she came, her dulled claws digging into Yvette’s scalp as she came all over the feline’s face.  She sat there and panted as Yvette began lapping again, cleaning up the mess as it dripped from her chin and down her neck onto her breasts.  Anne pushed her head down into the pillow and got up, leaving Yvette laying on the bed as she walked to her drawers.  “We’re going to have so much fun…”  She pulled out a large shiny set of handcuffs and a red rubber gag and turned back to Yvette.  


TO BE CONTINUED




 


short shorts
tight tank, just a hint of midriff
ankle socks with Adidas Supernovas
        fauxhawk may be coming apart from sweating

frustrated cuz the guy she spent the past 3 days trying to track down found someone else, and they seemed to have real chemistry.







[a]Desphiria Elanesse:
DAMMIT ASSI! WHY YOU NO MAKE HER HIT HIM INT HE FACE WITH HER BACKPACK!?
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Assilsasta Ussesa:
he didn't do anything yet.
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Desphiria Elanesse:
She still could've hit him thought. He was too close. XD
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Assilsasta Ussesa:
well he did not touch her yet... so
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Desphiria Elanesse:
Fiines, fiines. *Huffs and mumbles*
[b]Desphiria Elanesse:
this WHOLE sentence
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Kemo sabe:
lol glad you liked it
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Desphiria Elanesse:
Hehe it was funneh!
[c]Desphiria Elanesse:
at
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Kemo sabe:
that's just how he's talkin
[d]Desphiria Elanesse:
heres
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Kemo sabe:
I KNOW XD
[e]BlastoTheHanar64:
Delete?