Spirited away!

By Puma Concolor

It has been many years since I was last on this road. Long ago I had given up traveling on foot. I had traded in my back pack for a horse and wagon and later a truck and trailer. I had accumulated enough money to purchase a 1931 International truck and trailer rig; it wasn't very fast, but it was steady. With all the roads now covered with asphalt, it was much smoother then the wagon I once used. You may wonder how it is that I have lived so long and still looked as a young cougar.

Many years ago I chanced upon the goddess Coyote. She had taken fancy to me and had blessed me, or maybe cursed me with never ending youth and vitality. Even though I am and as far as I know, I will always be in my mid thirties, but I am not immortal. I still can be hurt and I suppose I could possibly die, if it were not for Coyote who always seemed to pop up to cheat me out of a well deserved death.

Oh, I may sound bitter, but I find myself a century later driving down this lonesome Idaho highway wishing she was here with me.

"Be careful what you wish for lover, you may just get it," came a voice from the empty passenger seat, or at least it was just moments ago

"WHAT!?! GAAAA!!!" I shouted as I nearly ran off the road as my startled gaze flashed to the new occupant in the cab with me.

"Careful there, Sugar. I can put you back together, but I draw the line at truck repair."

"Coyote! Don't scare me like that! What are you doing here anyway?" I asked the beautiful desert Goddess setting there, grinning mischievously at me.

"Well, you were wishing I was here, were you not?" she asked with that impish inflection in her tone that made one want to either thrash her or jump her.

I, more often than not, preferred the latter.

"Well, yes I was. But you were the last person I expected to pop up, especially when I'm going down the road at 45 miles an hour."

"You know I have a flair for surprise entrances," she said batting her eyes.

"Aaaaah. So, what brings you back into my life anyway? You have an itch you want me to scratch?"

"You know I'm always horny for you My Big Kitty," she giggled as she snuggled up to my side and started to play with my leg. "You need to turn right up here."

"Turn? Why? That is the old road to Root Hog. I'm not going to Root Hog."

"Oh, but you are, Lover."

"I am? But I haven't been there in ages." And what I didn't add was that I had no desire to go there again.

"Then it will be a trip down memory lane, actually they changed the name to Junction."

"Actually they changed it again to Arco not too long ago. It's a ghost town now from what I hear," I said glancing over at her.

"No, it's not quite a ghost town yet. There are still a few up there and a couple who need your help."

"My help? Coyote, what have you gotten me into now?"

"Oh, just a little rescue mission, won't take you more than a day or two. And knowing you, you'll enjoy every minute, immensely," she said with that mischievous twinkle in her eye I remember so well. "You know, you don't talk like you used to either, I miss being called Lady and stuff."

"It's not something I use much anymore. When one is a talking cougar in a human world it's best not to stand out any more than one needs to. Feel lucky I don't curse like a truck driver."

"Then I would just have to wash your mouth out with soap," she replied with a giggle.

"I bet you would too," I chuckled as I geared down and signaled to turn up Highway 20 East. "So tell me, just who is it I'm going way out of my way to rescue? And how, come to think of it, will I know them?"

"They know you are coming so don't worry about finding them, they will find you. What you need to do though, is stop and get some rest. You'll need all your stamina for this one," she grinned and winked at me, as I double-clutched and picked up another gear.

"Oh? It's going to be a bad one you think?"

"No, at least not in the way you're thinking." She was still grinning at me in the way that raises the fur on my hackles. "Tell you what, you do this one for me and I'll treat you to a little trip; call it a vacation if you will. That should get your mind off that wanting to die crap. You'll see when you get this little chore done. Just remember to stop and get some rest up the road here in a little bit. And that's an order!"

That last comment sounded a bit far away. When I looked over, indeed I was alone again, charging up the road to save still another person or persons from what, I had no clue. At least I had a promise of a vacation with my wonderful Coyote. That in its self was enough to make me smile. A vacation with Coyote was like going to the carnival. The variety of rides was mind-blowing.

An hour after I turned off Highway 30 and headed east on 20, it had been about that same length of time since I has seen any sign of civilization: no tail lights, no head lights, in fact no lights at all. Memories of years ago came flooding back. It was near here that I had met the only lady that intrigued me nearly as much as Coyote and yet scared me as much as the devil himself.

This was the valley where a ghost had made love to me and, despite the stories of killing her lovers, had allowed me to live. Either the legends were wrong, or had I just been incredibly lucky. Perhaps I shall never know. Despite my curiosity and longing to return to the soft arms of the Chinchilla, I stayed away. Be she loving specter or deadly siren, my instinct for survival has kept me from lingering in this valley long enough to find out.

But that had been decades ago, surely she would have found rest by now. And the old homestead is well north of here, I think?

Well, it was getting late and up ahead I saw a light: a sign of some kind. As I got closer and it came into view, I saw that it was a tired, run-down Diner and Bar. It wasn't a big place nor well lit, but there was a sign in the window announcing that it was open. I pulled in past the single pump and parked along side building.

I wasn't too worried about locking the truck as there wasn't another vehicle on the lot; besides, there was nothing of value in it. I got out and stretched to get some of the stiffness that accumulates with driving endless hours. Now loosened up a bit, I started for the door.

The interior was not well lit, but was also not dark enough to make one wary about being surprised by someone creeping out of the shadows that lurked in the corners of the room. The small fire, burning in the pot belly stove, made the room nice and warm. Several tables were scattered about and decked out with red and white checkerboard table cloths and the standard amenities: salt, pepper, sugar, and the all to familiar ketchup and mustard bottles.

Along one wall was a bar with several stools of various colors and styles. There were a few doors along the opposite wall, offices I assumed, and one marked restroom; a place I planned to visit as soon as I had ordered a drink.

Standing behind the bar was a lady sheep with long curly, golden hair and eyes of emerald that peered at me through small-wire-framed glasses. She had been silently cleaning bar glasses and watching me with a slight smile. The radio behind her was playing softly. As I walked toward her, then sat down on one of the stools that wobbled slightly under my weight, I smiled back kindly as my eyes appreciated her feminine form.

"What'll ya have, Handsome?" She asked in a voice that reminded me of Southern Comfort and black lace.

"Some coffee, if you have some hot, please," I said out loud, while my brain was saying that Southern Comfort sounded good too. Not to mention that black lace that was still fluttering in my minds eye.

"Sorry, Handsome, pot's been washed out for the night," she said with all seriousness, but the twinkle shining from her emerald eyes belied her seriousness as she added, "How about an Obituary Cocktail?"

"Aaaaaaaa, that sounds a bit creepy," I replied while eyeing her cautiously. The mental image of black lace quickly turned to that of a black noose...

"Sorry, Sugar, I couldn't resist. After all, it's October and Halloween is coming up." She said with a warm, whisky-smooth laughed.

"Well, no thanks, but how about a beer?"

"Ok, Sweetie. One beer coming right up," she flirted shamelessly, while grabbing a glass and opening the cooler box behind the bar and drawing out a cold Hams.

"A Hams?" I said looking at the bottle, "I thought they went out of business with the Prohibition and all?"

"Nope, they started back up last year after it was repeal_ed," She said, looking me right in the eyes with the slight smile broadening._

Her emerald green eyes seemed to capture me, holding my attention, and trying to draw me closer. If it had not been for the nagging fullness of my bladder, I am not sure I would have been able to resist their allure.

"Um, I'm, Aaaa, excuse me. I'll be right back," I stammered, as I blinked breaking the spell she was weaving in my soul. I hopped down intent to make it to the restroom to take care of a more immediate business.

When I came back into the room and returned to my beer, She had returned to her cleaning, but continued watching me with the same all knowing smile.

I sat quietly drinking my beer thinking I must be more tired than I thought to get that distracted by just a look. Or perhaps it can be attributed to seeing Coyote earlier that evening. She always did make my blood boil with lust.

I was thinking I should finish my beer and return to my truck to get a few hours sleep when I heard a sensuous voice that brought memories flooding back. A voice that both excited me yet chilled me to the bone!

"Well, hello there, Kitty. It has been a long time. I see you have already met my, Sister."

The last time I had heard that voice was when I had taken refuge from a storm in her home. Later, I found out I had escaped with my life by some unknown stroke of luck. It would seem that luck was about to be tested again.

I shivered, chills raced up and down my spine, the hair at the nape of my neck rose, and I froze mid-swallow. I was afraid to turn around for fear of what I might see. Afraid, yet there was also a strong charge of sexual energy surging through my loins. The Ewe giggled at what must have been my look of sheer disbelief.

"Good evening, Sis. By the look on his face, this must be the one who rang your chimes so long ago."

"You got that right, Sis. And he's not in to bad a shape for being that long ago," she walked closer with a sensual, subtle shift in her hips. Her eyes ran over my body and a slow smile curved her full lips as she continued, "What do you think, my sister? You think he'd hold up?"

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to hold up too and I was beginning to feel like a lettuce leaf that was destined to be their main course.

"We may have to warm him up a bit first," said the golden-haired, bar tender as she leaned over the bar, giving me a teasing glimpse of the tops of her full breasts as she gently lifted the bottle from my lips before she added on a chuckle, "He looks like he's seen a ghost."

"He has, and now he sees two. Or will, as soon as he turns around," as she spoke, I felt small hands on my shoulders turning me around on the swivel stool.

There, standing before me, was the Lady Chinchilla who had seduced me those many years ago. I swallowed audibly as I took in her stance and her clothing. She stood, legs slightly apart, small hands at her hips. She was dressed in a white silken robe that was open down the length in the front. Under the silken robe, I could see a blood-red, lace Teddy that hugged her slim body.

She slowly walked up to me. Her eyes holding mine, her hips shifting under the silk robe, her smile sultry and compelling. She brought her body up and nudged my knees. Shifting her hips slowly, she worked her body against mine until my knees were apart and she was standing between them.

Not only was it the warmth of her body between my legs, it was her eyes that grabbed my attention too. They were the color of Jade and seemed to laugh mischievously and yet plead with lust.

"It's been a long time, Lover. I've missed you," she murmured softly against my lips as she slowly opened the buttons of my shirt. "Have you missed me too?"

"Aaaaa. Ummmmmmm. Yesssss, I have M'Lady. But truthfully you scare me too," I stammered my reply even as I felt my body hungering for a taste of what we had shared before.

"You, scared of Little Ol' Me?" She said with a pouty look, but her eyes still had that evil glimmer.

As the last button gave way, my shirt was pulled back and allowed to drop on the floor only to be replaced by the Ewe's bare arms around my neck and her bare legs around my chest.

She must have some how silently gotten on the bar to sit behind me and was pressing her lips to the back of my ear in a gentle kiss.

"How could a big strong Mountain Lion like you be scared of two little gals like us, Hmmmmmmm? " She whispered in my ear before drawing her tongue over its edge.

It was then that I caught the whiff of Lilac and feminine musk. But wait, there was something else, something just as alluring, Vanilla! The combination of all the scents was ravaging my senses and wrecking havoc with my instincts.

My mind was screaming run and my body was craving to mate these two females. My mind was loosing the battle as the Chinchilla leaned forward and nibbled my nipple.

Before I had a chance to formulate an answer to the question proposed by the young Ewe behind me, I felt myself being rotated around once again to face the Lady-Ewe setting on the bar.

As I has suspected, she was setting there completely naked. Her white shirt and plaid skirt had been discarded. Her thighs were spread wide with her feminine folds framed within a triangle of golden curls. The rest of her body was shorn bare and her full breasts were level with my gaze.

Her areolas were as big as half dollars topped with dusky rose colored nipples that were standing erect, begging for attention. My mouth watered at the tempting, pebbled morsel that was near enough that if I opened my lips and flicked my tongue out just a bit, I could have captured the nub with a flick of my tongue.

Her neck was smooth and her lips the color of rose, but it was her_emerald eyes that again captured my very soul, drawing me in to their green depths of passion. I was lost._

"Is it true?" she asked with an evil grin, "That cougars eat sheep?" She asked me as her hands settled on my shoulders to gently pull my head down between her wide spread legs.

I didn't resist. My nose came to rest at her nether lips. I paused to take in one more whiff of her feminine musk and thus abandoned the last thread of self preservation. If I was to die, I was going to do so making these two as happy as I could while I enjoyed myself with what was being so generously offered.

The Ewe gasped as I ran my tongue over her lips already wet with lust. Her hands grasping, tangling in the fur just behind my ears, she pulled my head tight against her as I drove my tongue deep into her sultry heat.

"Oh, yes! That's it, that's it!" she moaned out.

"See, I told you he was good," the Chinchilla whispered in a husky voice as she worked at getting my belt loose.

"Oh, yes, he is so good," she gasped out.

The Chinchilla's soft paws slipped down to my hardening sheathe and she pressed a paw over it before she returned to working at my pants in a feverish attempt to get her paws on my hardening shaft.

Once she had succeeded at opening my pants, I felt her press her luscious breasts with their desire hardened nipples into my back. Her paws again went to my shaft, but this time there was no cloth barrier between her paw and my rock hard cock. Her paw slipped around my pole, sliding up and down over the length of it, and I felt her fingers squeeze tight as her paw reached the base of my shaft. I moaned into the Ewe's pussy and drove my tongue even deeper into her channel.

My shaft was a hard pole in her paw, hardening with every stroke the Chinchilla did. My hips surged in time with her strokes and I drove my tongue even deeper into the Ewe before wiggling it slightly as I drew it out almost completely.

The Chinchilla pumped her paw harder on my shaft as the Ewe moaned loudly, squirming her pussy to my mouth. She was mindlessly pumping her wetness against my lips and I was lapping her juices as if it were indeed a fine wine. My nose nudged against her clit as I licked more feverishly before driving my tongue into her as deeply as I could.

The Chinchilla seemed captivated in the way her sister shuttered and moaned while my mouth worked at her sister's offering spread before my lips.

"On your feet, Lover, these pants have to go," she whispered with a moan softly in my ear. Her voice had a heated undertone as she conveyed her urgent request.

As I shifted my weight off my butt and onto my feet, the stool was pulled out of the way and my pants were shoved urgently to my ankles. The little Chinchilla was no longer content to be behind me and squeezed between me and the bar.

"Mmmm, so hard," she murmured and ran her tongue the full length of the underside of my shaft. "I wonder how good it tastes."

I shuddered and my hips thrust forward toward her, wanting to feel the warmth of her mouth. The Chinchilla licked and teased at the tip of my cock and I shuddered at each flick of her tongue. I pumped my shaft toward her even as I continued laving her sister's wetness intent on tasting her honeyed cum. I did not fail in my goal.

I found the Ewe's clitoris and suckled it hard. She bucked hard, grinding her heat into my mouth.

"Yes, yes. That's it!!" she cried out.

I gently bit the nub, tugging it with my teeth, and drove three digits into her hot channel, filling her with my digits.

"Oh, God, yes!! Harder!!" she moaned as I pumped them in and out of her heat and my teeth tugged harder at her clit.

"That's it!! Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed as I drove her over the edge and her first orgasm came crashing down on her.

I was rewarded with a flood of her nectar as the feeling of the Chinchilla's tongue licked over the tip of my cock again. Her tongue was wonderful, but not nearly as good as the feeling of her lips as they surrounded my shaft. Her mouth slid down, down, until she had taken me deeply into her mouth, the tip of my shaft hitting the back of her throat.

I was the one moaning then. This was a feeling so few females had ever shared with me. I loved it. The feel of her wet mouth surrounding my engorged shaft, the tightness of her lips around my flesh, and the feel of the back of her throat against the tip of my shaft had me moaning louder into the wet channel before my eager mouth. I thrust my tongue in to that wetness, licking, lapping at the honeyed cum that coated the Ewes nether lips while at the same time I thrust my hips and felt my shaft totally taken into the Chinchilla's mouth.

Her lips and tongue were working their magic on me as I continued working on the delicious Ewe under my lips. I worked three digits back into her heat, sliding them back out, I slipped one more in with the next thrust of my paw.

"Oh, God!! Sis, he's, oh, God, Yes!" her slick walls quivered around my digits, tightening around them with every thrust her hips made toward my paw and my mouth.

I thrust my cock deeper into the hot mouth surrounding it while my tongue worked faster over the Ewe's clit. The Ewe bucked and twisted against my lips as she grabbed one ear and the back of my head and held me tighter against her. I felt her stiffen under my lips, then her second climax washed over her. This one came crashing in with more force than the first.

"OH GOD!!!! YES,YES. HARDER! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING!!!" her scream filled me with a satisfaction. The intensity if the mouth working on my cock was driving me even closer to my crest.

I nearly drowned as the Ewe flooded my mouth with even more of her hot cum. I swallowed as much as I could and let the rest run down my chin.

The hot mouth working on my shaft sucked harder, sliding faster and faster along my cock while I lapped at the juices clinging to the Ewe's pussy. The Chinchilla's mouth slid to the tip of my shaft, her tongue teased the tip, then that wet, hot mouth suckled my cock tip hard before she slid her mouth down hard and fast, taking my cock in totally. I could feel the tip of my rod sliding down the back of her throat as she swallowed hard.

This was more than I could take. I grabbed her head in my paws, thrust my hips upward, my cock jerked, my balls ached and tightened. I felt her teeth ever so lightly as my cock swelled and she seemed to realize I was at the edge and she clamped her lips down over my shaft, swallowed again to let my cock slide in a bit deeper, and squeezed my balls to help my seed along.

"Oh, Yea, that's it!" I growled out as I pumped my cock harder into her waiting mouth.

My barbs faired, but did not latch onto anything as my cock pumped its load down her throat. I felt her mouth tighten around me as she swallowed my seed and my cock jumped again. She swallowed again, then slid her mouth up slowly until I could feel her tongue at the tip. She slowly lapped and licked the last few drops of cum from the tip of cock then ran her tongue down my shaft to my balls. She ran her tongue over each one, cleaning them as well as she'd licked my cock clean. I felt my cock hardened a bit more with each of her licks.

Spent, even though I was more than half aroused again, I stepped back to see how the ladies had faired. I had forgotten my pants were now about my ankles and I fell backwards landing on my back. My shaft stood straight up from my body announcing that I was more than ready for another round of mating. I felt slightly dizzy from the bang my head took when it met the floor. But not so dizzy that I didn't appreciate the view that was before me.

To my delight, the Ewe wasted no time in hopping down from the bar to stand over my hard erection. She stood over me with her legs straddling my body. Her stance gave me an excellent view. With the look of renewed lust on her face, she smiled down at me and then moved her eyes to look at what she desired at the moment. Her tongue ran over her lips as she eyed my shaft. I felt myself harden even more.

Slowly she began squatting down, lowering herself down to my waiting, throbbing, pulsing cock. I watched her nether lips open the lower she moved, revealing the rose pink flesh that glistened with her wetness. I could see her opening part, see drops of moisture gleaming, showing she was ready to take my now engorged cock into her body.

I growled hungrily wanting to drive my cock into her as she finally sunk down over my shaft and drove her pussy down on it all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, yeah! Nice and deep and tight," I growled out as my paws went to her rear to hold her as I thrust up, deepening my shafts penetration.

She ground herself down against me and sat there savoring the fullness of my shaft filling her completely. She clamped her muscles tight around my cock and I pumped my hips upward, driving even deeper as I growled out yet another moan.

"That's it, Lover," she said as she squeezed my cock with her muscles again, "give me more."

I overcame my dizziness from bumping my head on the old wooden floor as the Chinchilla moved around her sister and giggled at the look on her sister's face.

"Enjoying the feeling, Sis?" she asked in a breathless voice.

"Oooooooooooh yes, he feels so good. It has been a long time since we had one this good," the Ewe answered with a moan as she wiggled her rear to try to take more of my cock into her.

She was small and tight around me and she clamped down with muscles that squeezed my cock tightly again. I felt my shaft jump and pulse inside her wetness and I groaned aloud.

The Chinchilla looked at me, a grin on her cum soaked muzzle, "You Ok?"

"Yes, I'll be ok, I hope." I looked back at her, "But it looks like I made a bit of a mess."

As I took a bit closer look at her, I was sure most of my seed was swallowed, but the remainder was sped over her soft muzzle and had dribbled down between her beautiful gray furred breasts.

"Don't you fret about that, Lover," she replied and bent over, trailing her tongue along my lips, pressing it between. I opened my mouth to her and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine allowing me to taste my own seed on her tongue. "It won't go to waste," she promised.

She then turned her attention back to her sister. Her lips trailed over the Ewe's. I could she the Chinchilla's tongue peeking out from her lips and pressing along the Ewe's. The Ewe opened her lips and the tongue pressed in between them. The Chinchilla kissed her sister just as deeply as she'd kissed me, sharing my taste with her as well. The sight of the two sisters had my cock aching and throbbing as it grew even harder. My lust grew as the Ewe started lapping my cum from her sister's muzzle.

I thrust upward, then withdrew, sliding my cock along the Ewe's channel. She followed my rhythm and road my cock slowly, enjoying the feel of me sliding inside her as she gave part of her attention to her sister.

The Ewe's tongue flicked over her sister's mouth, licking the soft furr clean of my cum. Then her tongue trailed down the sister's neck. I could see the Chinchilla shivering at the soft touch of the Ewe's lips as they kissed and nibbled their way down her sister's chest. Her mouth hovered over one breast and her tongue flashed out to lick over the Chinchilla's nipple. I could see the nipple pebble and swell as it strained toward the warm breath breathing over it teasingly. The chinchilla moaned, her hands going to her sister's head as the Ewe took the nipple into her mouth and sucked hard.

I growled out deeply. My lust ran red hot as I watched the two sisters. As the Ewe tugged on the nipple with her teeth and the Chinchilla cried out her pleasure, I pumped my cock deeper in the Ewe's pussy.

I pulled the little Chinchilla over my face, I started to nibble and lick the Chinchilla's dripping pussy. Her scent was ripe with lust for the both of us as I worked on her pussy by trailing my tongue along her slit, dipping it in a bit more with each flick of my tongue while her sister's mouth suckled, tugged, and nibbled at her breasts.

My nose was resting against her small puckered hole and a stroke of inspiration came over me. With a grin, I ran my tongue over it. The reaction was even better than I had hoped. She shuddered from what must have been her very soul. Even her sister seemed to take notice.

The Ewe paused in her thrusting on my shaft and the gentle licking clean of her sister's breasts. I slipped my paws to the Ewe's rear guiding her back into her riding of my shaft. Her warm, tight pussy clamped tightly around my swollen rod, then slid over my cock in a faster, more urgent rhythm. I squeezed her ass, letting my claws lightly run over her pumping rear. The Ewe moaned loudly, her breath coming in little pants as she drove her pussy down, grounded hard against me, and then resumed riding my cock faster, even more urgently.

With the Ewe riding my cock hard, my hips bucking up to meet her thrusts, I returned my paws to her sister. I held her rear in my paws, squeezing the globes and gently kissed the little bit of flesh separating the two entrances. She shivered, and then moaned when I ran my tongue once more from clit to tail, flicking it quickly along the path.

I continued shifting my attention between her openings as her sister was pumping herself ever closer to another climax astride my rod. As I neared my limit, I could feel my lady above nearing her edge as well. I took her by the hips and drove my tongue as deep as I could.

This was the trigger she needed. The Chinchilla screamed in ecstasy and in a simultaneous cry, the Ewe came at almost the same instant. The Ewe ground down against me, her pussy pulsing, throbbing around my cock. The Chinchilla ground her pussy against my tongue and filled me with her cum. This was all I could handle. My cock jerked, then shot jets of hot seed into the Ewe's womb and filled her with my seed as I roared with my release.

I was in the grips of an orgasm like I hadn't had in years. My cock shot burst after burst of cum into the Ewe as I lavished her sister with my tongue, licking and cleaning her of all the honeyed cum she gave me. It was all I could do to keep from loosing consciousness as my cock finally shot the last of my hot seed into the channel that squeezed it tightly in the aftermath of her own release.

The Chinchilla slid down my chest toward her sister and slipped her arms around her to kiss her lips softly. The sisters kissed once more in a lazier, lingering fashion before the Chinchilla slid off my belly and the Ewe dismounted my shaft.

Both ladies curled up by my sides. Their paws rested on my chest and each of us gave out a long, satisfied sigh of contentment. If this was my last act in this life at least I was happy.

"Well, is this where I surrender my life?" I asked.

"Not hardly; as a matter of fact, we have _ neve _r taken a life!" The Chinchilla replied with a look of shock. "All those stories have evolved around the superstition of those silly town people. Once in a while they would bring some poor soul's body out to our old house and leave them for some passersby find. You know who would get the blame."

"And you allowed this to go on? After all, you are witches are you not?" I asked.

"We_ were _ white witches. Actually, we were more Alchemist than anything else. But that was when we were alive. Now how were we going to do anything about it being ghosts, Puma?" The Ewe said more than just a little irritated.

"Well, wait. Who?" I stammered, "How do you know my name? I don't believe I've ever mentioned it?" I asked, looking from one lady to the other.

"Well," the Chinchilla drew this out so long that I was wondering if she were going to enlighten me. "We were told by a little coyote that came along here awhile back. She said you would help us if we treated you real nice." The Chinchilla continued, her ears reddening in embarrassment. "My name is Nadya Wilson, and this is Lorelie."

"Lori, just call me Lori," the Ewe interrupted with equal embarrassment.

"It's nice to know you both and you more than treated me nice," I chuckled as I ran a paw over each of their back sides.

"Oh and we enjoyed meeting you too," the Lori added in a playful tone and winked at her sister, "It was no hardship when we learned it would be you that Coyote told us about."

"I knew from past experience and was more than happy to repeat it," added Nadya before she continued in a more serious tone, "Now that you know our names,"

"As well as our bodies," cut in Lori.

"You should know our weakness," continued Nadya with a shut up or else look at her sister. "We are tied to this place by our remains. And they are about to pave over this land and destroy any chance of rest for us." Nadya finished.

Now I knew my role in the sister's lives. Or un-lives, or I wasn't sure what to call it.

"So this is why Coyote wanted me to come here. I thought your graves were farther north than this. You are the ones I am to rescue, right?"

"Yes. If you are willing that is; we can't force you," said Lori.

"The road used to be much farther south, but with progress comes change," added her sister with a shrug of her shoulder. "So what do ya say? You wanna help us out? Pleasssse?" Nadya said, batting the lashes that outlined her jade green eyes pleadingly.

"How could I say no to those eyes, My Lady Chinchilla," I said.

I looked to Lori and asked, "So where am I to find your, um, resting places?"

"About thirty paces off the back porch. This place was built on the old foundation so it still serves as a good land mark. The head stones are long gone, but the stone piles still mark the spot. Use your nose, you can't go wrong," she smiled, tapping me on the end of the nose.

Their eyes had changed; the colors were still the same. Two shades of green, two pools in which to loose one self, but the mischievousness had been replaced my true affection.

"It's a bit dark to be digging out there tonight. So, what say we go another round?" Lori giggled, wiggling her brows in a comical way.

I chuckled as both girls squealed with glee and they started kissing me all over the face and neck.

"How could I possibly turn down such an offer?" I asked as I felt my cock stir to life at the possible pleasures that were to come.

The next morning I was awakened by what must have been the owner rapping on my truck door. I was slumped over the steering wheel fast asleep. I was not surprised.

"Good morning," I said as I rolled down the window and greeted the old man.

"Mornin', saw the note on the door this morning. Says too that we owe ya a breakfast and you would know what the shovel was for," he said with a questioning look.

"I do, will you mind too much if I do more digging and less explaining?" I asked and grinned a bit sheepishly.

"With all the strange things that's gone on around here over the years, I've learned not to ask. You do what ya have ta, but come in and get a bite to eat and a hot cup before ya get started," he said as he waved me to follow.

I dug up the bodies, or I should say bones. It was obvious the girls were close even in death as I found them in each others arms. Indeed, my nose was my best guide as the scent of Lilac and Vanilla was very strong at the site. I carefully packed the remains in one of my old leather packs and I took them to a resting place that only I know about and hold dear. But, that's another story.

Epilogue

I looked at the Feline sitting opposite me in the old diner. This waitress was living and breathing and had just sat through the telling of my story. She lifted her coffee cup to her lips and stared at me over the rim.

"So what do you think, Berta? A bit bizarre isn't it?" I asked her.

"Well Hun, normally I would say you've done spent way too much time alone in that old truck of yours and had finely went around the last bend. But as long as I've known you, you seem about as sane as anyone I've ever meet." She said as she refilled our cups from the pot she had brought over with her. "Besides sounding like a tall tail, you have a sincerity about the way you tell it, it could just be true."

"I know it seems a bit far fetched, but I swear it's true."

"So what about that vacation you were promised?" she asked eyeing me over her cup.

"Well I haven't seen Coyote in the last three years. But then again, one thing I've learned is she moves to her own schedule, not to mine."

"So, you still hold hope this girl will come back huh?"

"I know so, sooner or later anyway." I said taking another sip from my cup.

"So this Coyote, she wouldn't be about 5 foot tall, green eyes, and an insatiable smile would she?" Berta asked, looking past me as she often did when looking for new customers entering the dinner.

"Why yes, she is. You've met her?" I asked, my eyes doing little to mask my surprise.

"Nope, but it seems I'm about to," she said as she nodded and smiled to someone approaching.

It was Coyote walking up to us, only this time she had on a simple white blouse and short plaid skirt. And as usual, her eyes sparkled and her infectious grin spread even wider as she approached.

"Hi Lover" she said as she bent over to kiss my nose. "Am I interrupting something? I can come back later?"

"Oh no! Please stay." I said as I quickly slid over making room for her. "Your 'later' is some times measured in years,".

"Years?" She said with a bit of a blank look "Oh! Time lines. It's hard to keep track when you're not tied to any one in particular. Sorry Love." And she kissed me again.

Berta made a slight cough sound to gain our attention. She was leaning on her folded arms intently listening to our conversation and with renewed curiosity was not about to move from her place at our table.

"Oh, where are my manners. Coyote, this is Roberta. Berta, this is Coyote, the one I was telling you about."

"Good to meet you, Roberta" Coyote said offering her paw.

"Nice to meet you too, Coyote. Puma here has been telling me stories of you," Berta said accepting Coyotes paw in hers.

"He has? All good I hope," she giggled and looked at me.

"Oh, he has; in fact, he kind of worships you as a goddess." Berta grinned, testing the waters.

"Oh, he does, does he?" She grinned and poked me in the ribs with a finger," Well, I'm no goddess, but I do have my ways," she pointed to the coffee pot.

It was frozen solid. As we watched, it went back to liquid and started to boil. Berta watched with jaw agape, and then her eyes flashed back to us.

"It's true..." her voice faded off as she looked from the pot to us.

"Yep."

"And he's?"

"Over 150 years old and every bit still the stud," Coyote said with a sly grin.

"And what about the girls; the Ewe and the Chinchilla?" she asked with wonder.

"Nady and Lori? Oh, doing quite well in the after life so they tell me. They can't wait to get another crack at Big Kitty here," Coyote said patting my leg.

"And you're not jealous?" Berta's eyes went from Coyote to me and back.

This time Coyote looked straight into Roberta's eyes and smiled," Jealousy is for the greedy and hateful. You need give up the idea that what you have in this life is all you will ever have. You have to give up personal passions before you can cross over into the next plane. The only thing you will be able to take with you is love and memories; there is no room for jealousy. That was what was keeping Nady and Lori here on earth. The homestead was their love and possession and they would not release it. Once they realized they were dead and they no longer needed it then, and only then could they move over to the other side and to the happiness waiting for them there."

"But, but what about Puma?"

"Oh, don't worry about him." Coyote grinned," He will be more than happy; I happen to know for a fact he will be _ very _happy." She grinned at me with that mischievous grin.

"Speaking of happy, my Kitty, you ready to start that little vacation I promised?"

"Oh, I have been ready for the last three years, M'Love." I said, setting my keys and wallet on the table.

"Berta,? Will you take care of these for me? I'll be back some day for them." I said just before Coyote kissed me hard and we faded into oblivion.