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The apartment door flew open as two Cats pushed through the entrance, their lips locked together in a passionate exchange of affection. Midterms were over, and the couple had not been together in weeks. The football player and the art student had both been so busy with their studies that they had only communicated through texts, e-mail and the rare phone call. The jock's engineering and math classes required a lot of out of class study time in addition to the time he spent at football practice; the other male's graphic design assignments demanded a lot of solo time, so he could concentrate and create. Used to spending the majority of their time together--from their childhood friendship to the discovery of their mutual love during puberty, to their now eight year relationship--they both had eagerly looked forward to this day. Today would not be about classes; it would not be about the expectations of their extremely conservative upbringing; it would be about the two of them.

The bigger of the two cats grabbed his mate's paw and led him to the bedroom of his apartment. The muscular, athletic, orange tabby with darker orange tiger stripes and a white star shaped tuft of fur on his chest pulled the shirt over the head of the smaller cat in one swift motion and tossed it to the side. The tall tabby's lover was a rare male calico whose fur was mostly white with random, overlapping and variably sized patches of orange and black. The most striking of these patches were the two on his chest, which was otherwise white. They covered each side of his breast as if some giant paws dipped in paint, one black and one orange, had been pressed against his chest and thus stained him there indelibly.

After planting another kiss on the calico's lips, the tabby, with his greater strength, turned his boyfriend around and bent him over the bed. He unfastened the calico's cargo pants and let them fall to the floor. He gently caressed the smaller male's behind through the paint splatter patterned boxers; then suddenly, with one hand, he exposed the tiny, delicate feline's bare ass to the elements. He looked fondly, yet with a trace on nostalgic sadness, upon his lover, who was bent before him in the same submissive position he had assumed many times throughout the years. To the orange tom, the blushing artist was himself a work of art, not just because of his coloration but also for the abundance of creativity and passion than was housed within his tiny frame

Feeling the firm, loving palm from the athlete planted on his unclothed behind, the art student climbed on the bed, rolled over and lay on his back. He contentedly watched the taller male undress in front of him. He admired his lover's god-like physique, which was visually enhanced by the tight muscle shirt and black jeans he wore. He pouted when the tabby turned away while stripping the tight shirt from his torso. The calico smiled again and his heart pounded as his lover bent forward, pushing out that toned butt of his, and slowly slid his pants to the ground. Before the short, asthmatic calico stood the towering, brawny body of his beloved; the form that at times sent others running was that of the man he loved: strong yet gentle, physically intimidating yet tenderly loving.

The tabby reached into the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. The calico shuddered in anticipation as the bigger male squeezed some of the solution onto his paw. He placed the tube back on the nightstand and got on the bed. In response, the calico lifted his legs and held them in place with his paws behind his slender thighs. Looking deep into his mate's eyes, the footballer traced his digits around the waiting tailhole. The calico panted with each successful circumnavigation of that sensitive opening. He gently pushed in with a single digit, causing the smaller male's eyes to clench shut. With his free paw, he caressed the cheek of his lover's face as he worked his digit slowly, gently in and out to loosen the calico. He slipped another digit in without warning causing the art student to let go of one of his legs. The strong tabby grabbed the now empty paw of his lover and held it firmly, being careful not to hurt the calico.

The smaller of the two lovers was moaning softly from his mate's attention to his body. When he was ready for more, the multi-colored feline squeezed the orange cat's paw. After feeling his paw released, the small cat returned it to supporting his leg. Opening his eyes, his gaze met that of the muscular tabby hovering over him just as he felt the red, rock solid, barbed staff of the bigger male enter him. The more delicate feline let out a long, audible moan and accidently let go of both of his legs.

The athlete's quick reflexes caught his mate's legs, and he held them in place while he continued to push his last couple of inches into his moaning lover. When his prickly cathood was fully submerged in his partner, he stopped, allowing the calico's love tunnel to accommodate his sizable reproductive organ. The tabby's long arms reached again for the tube; he squeezed out some lube onto the organ of the slightly trembling male he was inside before tossing the tube aside. Draping one of the calico's legs over his shoulder, he polished the fragile artist's spiny pole, causing him to moan louder from the double pleasure of physical and sexual contact.

The calico, feeling the heat rising within his small body, reached for his cock and took hold of it. He looked into the tabby's eyes and gave a small nod to signal his readiness. As the well-built fur began to work his hips, the expressive, smaller feline gazed upon the almost emotionless face of his lover, whose only outward display of pleasure was his clenched shut eyes. The receiving calico always reveled in the stoic air that emanated from the bigger feline during sex; the contrast with his own expressive moans and movements always made the artist feel that he was living in a romantic pornographic film every time they made love.

He knew that his star athlete loved him. The care and attention he paid to his physical and emotional needs during the intercourse between their material and spiritual bodies was like a gift from heaven. This thought, along with the stimulation of his prostate, drove him to stroke his own black love muscle in time with his lover's insertions.

Being cats and, consequently, not known for endurance sex, both felines swiftly neared orgasm. The tabby began to thrust more rapidly; the calico pumped his own shaft harder, faster while he began to purr quietly. The vision of Greco-Roman beauty pushed forward for his final prod, and his multi-colored lover readied himself for it. Every muscle in the footballer's body clenched when he buried his entire length into his moaning, blushing mate's tailhole. The artist's moans hit a crescendo and reverberated throughout the room. Both feline's cocks spasmed and shot their seed at the same time: the tabby inside his calico, and the calico on his own stomach.

After the waves of pleasure surging through their bodies subsided, the orange feline pulled out and fell into the space beside his lover. He pulled his panting calico into his arms and cuddled him tightly; he didn't want to let go. As they lay there in a few quiet moments of post-sex intimacy, he thought, "You've given me the best years of your life so far, so this is the least I can do for you."

***

Sergei traced lazy, yet nervous, circles and spirals with a claw of his orange right forepaw in the short motley colored fur on Viktor's back as they lay spooned together after their brief love making session. Viktor purred unconsciously in response and curled himself backwards more snugly against Sergei's strong, tabby striped frame. Sergei stifled a humorous snort as he thought of the many times he had tried to discuss Viktor's kit-like purring behavior during sex. Viktor always got upset when he did, insisting that he did not purr. The memory was bittersweet today. He is so beautiful, so small and so delicate, thought Sergei to himself. I don't ever want to hurt him, but I can't spare him any longer.

Normally, Sergei would not have stopped with just one romp with Viktor. His lover liked to be dominated, and enjoyed it when Sergei demanded that he perform again and again until they were both exhausted that neither could even lift a paw. If only Viktor had as much stamina on the field as he did in bed, he could have been an athlete and had an easier time with scholarships like the athletic orange tom. He could live in a better place closer to campus, closer to Sergei. Viktor's asthma prevented all of that. It never flared up when they had sex, but whenever he got exceptionally stressed, an attack would strike so that he couldn't breathe without his inhaler. Today, though, the orange tabby was too stressed himself to do justice to their love making. He had a terrible secret to confess to Viktor that he feared ... no ... knew... would devastate his frail lover.

_God, why do I have to be like this? How can I be so cruel to him? Why can't I have everything and live in both worlds? _Wracked with the pain of his guilt and conflicted needs, Sergei rolled onto his back away from his lover. He was not one to cry; at least not where anyone could see him do it. He was the tough guy; the football star. Now he was weeping silently, the tears catching in the soft fur of his face and rolling down his short snout onto his whiskers and clinging like dew drops on a spider's web.

Mistaking Sergei's movement for a desire for more sex in a different position, Viktor rolled over with his black, orange and white face near the large cat's waist and began to gently massage his large, flaccid sheath. Disappointed by the lack of response, he coyly turned his eyes towards his lover's and noticed that they were wet. Baffled and concerned, he slid upward along Sergei's muscular torso until their snouts nearly touched. Gently and tenderly licking the tears away, he asked, "What's wrong, Surge? Tell me. I'll make it better."

Viktor's sweet concern and the use of his nickname only made Sergei's pain greater. Many people called him that because of his ability in football to surge forward like and unstoppable tide. Viktor called him by the same name because of the rush of heat in his body that he felt every time they made love. The innocent expression of affection from the calico drove him to sob openly, clutching the calico's head in his strong arms and holding him against his broad chest. Viktor was sincerely worried now. In the nearly eight years that they had been lovers, he had never seen Sergei so distraught. His muffled voice rose out of the tight embrace, "Surge, what has happened? You're scaring me."

The big cat, conscious now that he was smothering his companion, released Viktor and tried to rub the tears away from his eyes with his paws. Viktor pinned the tabby's paws to the bed, in an odd reversal of their usual roles of dominance and submission, and slowly began licking Sergei's face again. "Take your time. Just relax."

The big cat calmed down and stopped crying. "I'm sorry, Viktor."

"You don't have to apologize."

"Yes I do, Viktor. I ... I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me? How could you hurt me? You have always been the kindest person in the whole world to me."

"Oh, God, Viktor. I am a terrible person, and I don't deserve you; but, God, I want you. I want you to be with me forever."

"You have me, Surge. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

The tom didn't respond. Instead he took deep calming breaths to hold back his tears. There could be no more delays or postponements. If he didn't tell Viktor now, in person, then his small lover would learn the truth from others, and the suffering and disappointment would be far worse for the calico. Though he had rehearsed for this moment for weeks, Sergei could now only think of how traumatic this was going to be for Viktor.

Sighing, he tried to begin, "Viktor, I love you. I truly love you with all my heart ..."

Viktor smiled and kissed his lover. "I know you do. You are so big and intimidating, but really you are just a kit inside. That's what I love ...".

Sergei easily broke his pinned paws from Viktor's grip and gently used them to hold the calico's snout shut. "Let me finish," he whispered, barely able to talk now. "I love you, but ...". At the utterance of the word 'but', Viktor's ears drooped and a flash of concern transformed his smiling face. The change in expression ripped a hole in Sergei's heart and confirmed that everything terrible he had feared would result from this conversation was about to come true. "... but I ... I ... Oh, God, Viktor, I am so sorry."

The calico sat up brushing Sergei's paws away from his snout. There was distress and panic on Viktor's face, and his huge, bright green eyes were becoming watery. "What have you done, Surge? Is there someone else?" Sergei nodded. The water in Viktor's eyes flowed down his cheeks like a country stream. "Who? Why? Am I not enough for you? Who is he?" Sergei tried to sit up and hold his lover, but the calico pushed him away and repeated, "Who is he?"

"That's the worst part. It's not a he; it's a she."

Viktor's mouth dropped open; his mute stare of astonishment was accompanied by complete silence. There was nothing that could be added or subtracted to the atmosphere enveloping the two cats to make the moment any emptier than the vacuum of space. Sergei knew what he had to say, and longed to fill that void with an explanation that would satisfy and win Viktor back to his side. Knowing that whatever words he uttered would only drive Viktor farther away, he sat silently awaiting the calico's reply.

Viktor's mouth slowly began to move, silently at first, but gradually his voice returned as if from some far off journey. "A ... a ... a she?" he asked; then he smiled, thinking it must be a joke that Surge was playing on him as cruel foreplay for more sex. Momentarily hopeful, he slid back towards the larger cat and placed his left paw on Serg's chest and ran his the delicate, artistic fingers of his right paw across the mane of orange and white fur on the side of Sergei's face.

Looking into Sergei's eyes, he pleaded, "Tell me this is a joke. You are just being sadistic to get arise out of me, aren't you?" Viktor could find no lie or sadism in those golden eyes; only pain that reached out across the gap to hammer and strangle his own soul. In utter despair, he rolled away from Sergei and into a ball at the foot of the bed where he shook and sobbed with his tail between his legs and ears laid flat back against his head.

Sergei still could not find the courage to say more. Instead, he crawled slowly to his lover and best friend's side and tried to comfort him by stroking his shoulder.

Viktor yanked away from the contact. "Don't touch me!" he screamed, then in a more subdued and pitiful voice repeated, "Don't touch me, please." Sergei let him lie there and have control of the conversation. When the sobs subsided, Viktor asked, "Why?"

"Why a female?" Viktor nodded imperceptibly, but the motion was not lost to the tabby. Having lived with Viktor since they were kits, Sergei knew the meanings of all of the calico's subtle motions. Sighing heavily he tried to answer as best he could. "I ... I have had these feelings for females for several years now. I thought ... I thought at first that it was just a passing phase or some emotional problem associated with leaving home. I didn't want it to be true. My God, Viktor, I even saw a therapist for a while. I wanted him to fix me and make things the way they were, but instead he told me I was likely bisexual and that it was normal for these different feelings to come out later as I became an adult. I didn't like that answer, so I stopped seeing him. I decided he was wrong, and I was going to prove how wrong he was. That's when I met her ..." Sergei trailed off, not sure how to continue.

"What's her name? She must have a name?"

"Sasha. Her name is Sasha. She's PhD postdoc in the Physics department. I first met her when she was a teaching assistant, and I needed help getting through the basic engineering physics classes. God, I'm a piece of shit. I didn't go out with her because I thought I could love her. I wanted to use her. When I asked her to go on a date it was only because I wanted to prove to myself how she could never fulfill me sexually or in any other way." There was another long pause.

"Did she fulfill you?" Viktor asked sarcastically.

Though the sarcasm hurt, Sergei replied penitently in a whisper, "Yes."

Viktor snorted contempt but said nothing more, so Sergei continued. "It wasn't just the sex. When I was with her, something else inside of me stirred, and I discovered something more powerful than sex: the desire for a family. Viktor, I want kits of my own and so does Sasha; she wants to share a family with me. That's what I was looking for. That's what the therapist couldn't discover. It's not about sex; it's something more fundamental, more enduring."

"And something I can never give you."

"Oh, Viktor. You don't have to give me kits. You have given me so much. You're my best friend, my ..."

"So I'm just a friend now?"

"No. You didn't let me finish. We are lovers; the best that ever were. I still want that. That ... this doesn't have to end."

Viktor rolled over to confront Sergei, his face contorted with a mix of anger and outraged astonishment. His ears were angled forward. Comical as it was on his small frame, especially when directed against the mighty orange Cat, the hackles on the back of his neck had risen. "Did you tell her about us?" The slight drop of Sergei's whiskers and ears answered his question. "Of course not. Sergei, the shit, plays both of his lovers." Pointing one of his slender fingers until it was just touching the end of Sergei's snout he continued, "And don't even pretend that you're doing all of this for love and kits. You are looking for something else you can never get from me: legitimacy and public acceptance."

"What? That's not ..."

"Don't deny it. Sergei, the big football star and engineer, the poor disadvantaged cat makes good and makes his family proud. He can't be gay. How would that go over back home? So he produces a bunch of grandkits to prove how virile and straight he really is. That little faggot, artist cat was just his friend after all. Whew! Mom and Dad will be so relieved and so proud of their son."

For Sergei, that was too much. He was angry himself now. "Damn it! Don't say things we will both regret."

"Regret?! Ha! Do you have any regrets for what you have done to me, you bastard? You ... you ... hypocrite, you rat chaser!" he shouted back.

"Rat chaser! Watch your fucking mouth, Viktor. No one in my family ever chased rats for a living."

"You ... ahhh ... ahhh ... fucking ... ahhh ... ahhh ...." He was having an asthma attack--a bad one--and Sergei knew it was his fault for yelling at him.

Sorry for raising his voice he asked, "Viktor, where is your inhaler? Where is it Viktor?"

"Ahhh ... uhhhh ... pa ... pack ... ahhh ... pack ..." was all the calico could get out.

"Where did you leave your pack?" Viktor only shrugged helplessly while continuing to gasp for breath.

Sergei ran around the apartment and searched as quickly as he could--overturning chairs, moving the couch, tearing the closet apart--until he finally found Viktor's pack wedged between the laundry hamper and the toilet. When he brought the inhaler back to the bedroom, he was surprised to see his lover had calmed down considerably and had managed to put his clothes on, though he was still panting for breath.

"What are you doing? Don't leave."

Viktor said nothing. Instead, he snatched the inhaler and breathed the calming spray in until his air passages fully opened again. Then rising from the bed, he left the bedroom following the wake of destruction throughout the apartment until it led him to his pack in the bathroom. Sergei tried to convince him to stay and talk some more, but Viktor was non-communicative and ran out the door into the hallway. Sergei chased after him. He got half way down the hall pleading for him to stay before he realized he was still naked.

"Shit!" He ran back inside his bedroom and grabbed a pair of shorts, skipping the underwear and any other nonessential garments. Running back out the door, he stuffed his legs into the shorts trying not to trip and fall. He had to pause to zip his fly making sure not to accidentally catch anything important. In his haste he didn't even think to wrap the waistband slot for his tail, so his pants were left low in the rear.

When he burst back out the entrance of the apartment building and onto the sidewalk, he frantically scanned up and down the street, but Viktor was gone. For an asthmatic, he was fast on his bicycle when he wanted to be.

Fuck, he thought to himself. That was worse than I imagined. I really am a piece of shit. Damn it! He was so angry and ashamed he just stood there with his muscles bunched and knotted in frustration until two giggling voices disrupted his misery. Turning, he found that the source of the giggling came from two sorority vixens out for a morning jog in their ultra-tight, leave nothing to the imagination, running outfits. Eyeing Sergei's body appreciatively, the blonde said, "Nice ass, handsome." Suddenly understanding how exposed he was, he quickly adjusted the back of his shorts to cover the top of his butt and secured his tail through the waist loop.

"Sorry, ladies," he apologized. "I was just looking for someone."

The redheaded vixen giggled and said saucily, "Watcha lookin' for tiger? Maybe we got it right here." The blonde laughed at this and snorted through her nose as if it was the funniest thing she had ever heard.

Sergei backed up the steps towards his apartment door. "Uh ... maybe another day, ladies. You caught me at a bad time. I've got to find a particular person." He turned to open the door, but he had forgotten his key and it was locked. " Fuuuuuuuck!" he moaned, banging his head against the door.

The two vixens laughed, and the blonde shouted as they continued their jog, "Lucky her. If you can't find her, we'll be running by here every morning."

***

Vicktor dashed away from Sergei's apartment on his bike as fast as his legs could pedal. He wanted to get away from what had just happened between him and Sergei. However, it was a futile effort; as soon as he was out of sight, happy memories flooded his mind and compounded the pain he was feeling deep in the pit of his chest. The adrenaline in his system rapidly exhausted, he stopped at the park near the university. Staggering off his bike, he sat on a bench to try to process what had happened.

As the morning sun beamed down on him, another memory came to him. The place where he and the tabby he loved dearly had shared their first kiss after arriving in the city was on this very bench upon which he was sitting, and at the very same time of day. These happy memories further burdened his fragile emotional state to the point where he could do nothing else but cry. Tears ran down his face like rain off a steep hill; his sobs were just as uncontrollable, almost echoing across the park. He was oblivious to whether or not anyone saw him wailing like a lost kit.

"Viktor? ...Viktor, is that you?" called a friendly voice he recognized. Looking up with tear blurred vision, he was surprised to see the vulpine face of Dawn, a librarian who worked at the university. She was clad in jogging clothes and slightly flushed from running. She saw the cat on a weekly basis because he always went to the library during her shift to drop off and check out art books for inspiration. "It is you. Honey, what's wrong?" she asked with a sincere look of concern on her face.

"Ms. Dawn?" he asked, almost too caught up in his grief to hear her voice. "What are you doing here?" He hurried to wipe the tears from his face.

"Alex and I are here for our morning jog; in fact, he should be along any second." As soon as she finished her sentence, the male Fox caught up with her.

Panting slightly, Alex called out to the vixen. "I told you to wait up. My body hasn't even woken up completely. Whose idea was it to run in the morning ..." He then became aware of the calico sitting on the bench. Alex recognized Viktor from his job in the Financial Aid department of the university. "Viktor, you look like hell. What happened?"

Viktor sat there silently for a moment, unsure if he should divulge anything about his secret love; but, given the circumstances and his emotionally vulnerable state, he felt that he had to tell someone what happened, and the two foxes were people he knew and had helped him many times already. The cat exposed that he and Sergei were lovers. Alex and Dawn were clearly astonished by this news and exchanged awkward and bemused glances at each other. After allowing the two Foxes to get over the surprise of learning about the brawny star athlete's sexuality, he proceeded to explain to them the emotionally cataclysmic revelation the tabby had given him less than an hour before. Then, he went over in great detail the verbal altercation they had before Viktor ran out. Having fought back the tears during his confession, he let them flow again when he was done.

Both Vulpines took a seat on either side of Viktor, providing an impromptu but needed bubble of support for the cat who was emotionally estranged from his own family. After the calico calmed down, the male Fox looked knowingly at Dawn, and she nodded in agreement with his unspoken idea. "Viktor, I can't imagine what you are going through, but I think I know what you should do. I had a similar problem with love not long ago, and I found someone who was able to help me. You need to go to the bear district of the city, and find this little shop tucked away in the back allies and ..."

"Mr. Alex," the frail feline interrupted, "I don't wanna have a one night stand to get back at him. Maybe it worked when your boyfriend cheated on you, but that won't help me."

Alex gaped for a few seconds, slightly slack jawed and flustered while Dawn covered her snout to contain her laughter. "Whoa. No. I'm not ... I mean ... Just, let me finish. OK?" he continued trying to recover from the unexpected assumption that he was gay. "I'll give you directions to this shop. And there you will find a little elderly Skunk lady named, Vladlena. She seems like a bat with a few screws loose, but she'll know what to do." The fox looked to his mate and gave the vixen a loving smile, which she returned. "After all, she was responsible for bring me and Dawn together."

Seeing the obvious love between the two Foxes was bittersweet to Viktor; it gave him a feeling of hope while at the same time it was a painful reminder of the wreckage of his love life. He typed the address into his smart phone. "I'm not sure this'll help, but I'll try anything to make things work.

"Trust me, Viktor. If anyone can help you, she can."

"Thanks, both of you," Viktor answered sincerely.

Dawn gave Viktor a quick peck on side of his snout, and patted his paw. "You are a sweet boy, Viktor. I am certain this can all be worked out. And don't worry about you and Sergei's secret. It's safe with us, right Alex?"

"Of course. I've worked hard to get both of you scholarships and financial aid. I'm not gonna do anything to ruin your standing at the university."

With the Foxes bidding him farewell, Viktor mounted his bike and headed to the Bear district.

Still stinging from the assumption that he was gay, Alex said to Dawn. "After my boyfriend cheated on me...Can you believe that? Why did he assume that?" Alex said with a slight tone of surprise.

"You can't really blame him. Until a few weeks before we went back in time and saved history, I thought you were gay too." She burst out laughing.

"What!?"

Leaving the foxes behind, the calico pedaled as quickly as he could to the seedy district of Bear Town. He dashed quickly passed the graffiti adorned buildings, and wove around the trash and garbage cans in the street. The squalor did not bother him. His own apartment, which was as close to the university as he could afford, was not in a much better neighborhood since his family did not help with his college; and, being an art major, he had gotten used to being at the lower end of economic ladder.

His bike quietly zoomed through the narrow back allies. When he found the little shop tucked in the back of the concrete jungle, he was panting. He took a hit from his inhaler to calm himself before walking into the shop.

He opened the door to find a room that was full of curios and junk posing as antiques. A voice called to him from behind a counter jutting out from the back wall. "Com'on back, child. T'e pup already called me to tell me cha were com'in." Wondering what she meant by 'pup,' he moved around the counter and met the owner of the voice.

The skunk waiting for him in the back was a frail looking old woman. Her frame smaller than his, he had a hard time imagining she could be of any help. "Sit do'n, kit." She said pointing to the table. There was a biscuit and some orange juice waiting for him.

"I appreciate the gesture, ma'am, but I'm in a hurry and..."

"Enough o' t'at. T'e pup said you looked like cha hav'nt eaten yet t'day. By t'e size of cha, I'd say t'is has be goin' on for a while. Now eat an' tell Vladlena cha trouble."

The calico did as she said; he really had not eaten yet. He calmly explained to her his situation. She listened patiently and did not interrupt.

When he was finished with his sad story, he finished by saying, "I just want things to be worked out between us."

"I got just t'e t'ing," said the wily skunk as she began to shuffle a deck of cards.

"Are we going to play a game, ma'am? Because I don't ..."

"Cha are goin' to play the game, kit. Old Vladlena is just here to get cha started wit' a readin'. Now hush, and pay attention." She dealt two cards on the table in front of Viktor. He wanted to ask if this was blackjack, but was afraid to break her mandated silence.

Vladlena indicated for him to flip the card over. When he did, Viktor recognized it as a tarot card. He had seen these before when he had experimented with some graphic designs for a commission for a psychic. The card was Death, and that disturbed him.

"Death, upright. Interesting ... A game indeed," she muttered. Viktor was getting nervous and was thinking about leaving when the skunk reached out and grabbed his left wrist. She was surprisingly strong for someone so old. While she talked, she deftly wrapped the other still face down card in paper with her other paw. "Don't fear the reaper, kit. Death doesn't always mean an end. For cha, it's a new cycle; a change; a transformation." Her eyes seemed to glitter with starlight with this last phrase. "It can be a blessing in disguise." She slid the second, now wrapped, card in his open left paw.

"What is this?"

"T'e means for cha to solve cha problem. Now, go somewhere cha can be alone and concentrate. After cha are nice and calm, unwrap w'at I gave cha, and everyt'ing will fall into place from t'ere."

He was too desperate to question, and he did trust Alex's judgment, so he took the package. "Thank you, ma'am." As he left the store, Vladlena called out, "Do what the monkey says. I can't be t'ere to help cha, kit. It's very important. Do what t'e monkey says or cha will be lost forever."

He left the store and sped home. His apartment was only a few blocks away from the park where he had met Alex and Dawn. After he arrived, he went straight to his bed and lay down. He was nervous. What was going to happen? What could a card do? What monkey was she talking about? His inhaler close by, he did manage to calm down somewhat. After about fifteen minutes, he took a deep breath and felt he was ready to look at the card the old skunk had given him.

He tore away the wrapping to see what was on it. "The Wheel of Fortvne?" he read aloud. While inspecting the picture, it seemed to come alive in his hand. "How the hell..." Before his mind could process the changing image, the card flashed and he found himself on his back in the desert at the top of a huge sand dune. He quickly tried to get on his feet, but he slipped as the sand shifted under him and landed on his back again. Careful this time, he stood up more slowly and looked out into the infinite plain of dunes covering the landscape before him.

While trying to piece together what was happening, he heard a voice shouting to him, "Hey, you little pussy, over here!" Spinning about in response to the unexpected sound in this otherwise silent and desolate place, he saw a huge wheel towering over him. At the very top was a Monkey, nude and bound to the wheel. A Sphinx and the weirdest looking Fish he had ever seen were perched lower on the sides of the wheel. "Get over here and turn the damn wheel with that crank in front of you. My nuts are baking in this heat." Viktor stood there, slack-jawed, staring at the monkey. In the rudest tone he could muster, the monkey continued "Did you hear me, queer little kitty? You should hurry before he gets you." The monkey nudged his head to the side.

The tom turned to see a giant shark fin coming out of the sand uncomfortably close to his position. Remembering what the old skunk had told him and letting his reflexes take over, the cat panicked and turned the crank as fast as he could. He could hear the simian's sigh of relief, "Fuck that's good. I haven't had this much air on my sack since I was a teenage primate." Viktor's arm was about to go numb when the shark fin disappeared into thin air. He was about to yell at the monkey for scaring him over nothing when he felt the ground shake. He saw the shark's open mouth come out of the ground and surround him. Before he could even scream, the jaws shut and he felt himself falling head first into nothingness. As he sank deeper and deeper, he felt nothing but vertigo.

***

When he found himself back in his apartment, all he could think was, L.H.O.O. Q., This can't be real._He had told himself that, thinking he would awaken from the dream or the horrible hallucination, whichever it was that he was having, but his reflection in the cracked full length mirror of his dingy bathroom door continued to mock his hopes. Vladlena had said the Death card meant transformations when she did the reading. _But why did she change me into a female? She said it could be a blessing in disguise, but this body is so gross!

It was while before Viktor stopped exploring her new body and realized that maybe that crazy witch, Vladlena was right. The now female calico potentially had the power to change her destiny. If Surge wanted a girl, then she could be that girl, as awful as that prospect was. When Surge wanted a boy, then the card could make her that, too. She could be whatever Surge wanted anytime Surge wanted it. She had to win her orange tom back, and now she had the means to do it. She couldn't tell Surge who she really was, though. She had to win him back fair and square form the 'other woman' or it wouldn't be the perfect reunion. She would seduce Surge in this form and make him love her and forget Sasha.

Showing up at Sergei's apartment in this new form was out. She had to meet him in public, and the coffee shop by the bookstore was the perfect place. Viktor and Sergei met there for coffee at lunchtime whenever they could. If Sergei was looking for Viktor, he would be there. The decision made, she put her boy clothes back on since they were all that she had. Her briefs fit loose in front, the cargo pants were tight in the hips and she realized that she needed to buy something extra to make this outfit work.

As Viktor walked to her rendezvous down the main avenue adjacent to the college campus, she was simultaneously trying to get over the embarrassment of purchasing a bra while having a hard time not constantly touching herself in inappropriate places in public. This female body felt so different and had so many unique new sensations that she wanted to explore, but she had to keep her mind on winning Surge back.

God, she thought as an epiphany struck her. I could maybe even give him kits. This body has that potential. That thought froze her in place as if she had met Medusa's gaze and been turned to stone. Several pedestrians walking behind her stepped gingerly aside to avoid the sudden obstacle that Viktor had become. "Watch it, lady," said a teenage wolf in torn shorts and t-shirt on a skateboard darting past him on the right.

Chastened, the pretty calico girl moved out of the pedestrian traffic and into an alley where she leaned against the brick facade of the university bookstore. As Viktor thought about what it might be like to carry, give birth to and nurture Sergei's kits, she stood absently running her hands over her breast and belly. Was it being female that made her feel this way or was it something that she had always wanted? She wondered if it really mattered.

Forgetting again that she was touching herself where she shouldn't, she became aware that she was under close observation when one of two dangerous looking cats in biker gear said to his friend in a voice dripping with lust, "Man, get a load of that chick. Has she got the hots bad or what?" Viktor looked at the speaker. He was a black furred male with his shaggy pelt strung out in impressively long dreadlocks.

His buddy, a Russian blue with gang symbols shaved so close into his short fur that you could see his black bare hide underneath, grabbed Viktor's wrist and pushed himself suggestively up against her. "You looking for some action, baby, 'cause I can give you that."

"No," protested Viktor. "You guys got it wrong. You see I'm not a girl."

Black dreadlocks laughed. "She's high, man." He snuggled up against Viktor on the other side. "If you ain't a chick, then you are best looking dude I've ever seen, and it don't make much difference to me anyway." He grabbed at her crotch as if looking to discover which she was. Satisfied with his search, he announced, "Chick all right."

Dragging Viktor out of sight behind a large dumpster, the blue bit onto the back of her neck when she tried to call for help. The sensation surprised her by causing her to instantly go limp and docile. She began to lose control of her body as though she was trapped in thick syrup that fogged her vision and slowed her movements.

From somewhere outside of that viscous membrane, she heard a familiar voice, and the pressure on her neck vanished. Slowly, her vision and sense of time and motion began to return to normal as events progressed about her.

"I said get the fuck off him, you assholes!" yelled Sergei as he yanked the black cat off Viktor and shoved him roughly away to stumble over a garbage can and fall to the pavement.

"Fuck you, idiot," cursed the blue as he released Viktor from the neck bite. "This is a chick, and she's with us, so back off."

Sergei pushed him off of Viktor and painfully against the wall. "You think that I don't know my own boy ... I mean best ... best fr...", he stuttered to a stop when he turned to discover the calico in Viktor's clothes was a she. "Oh, shit! I am sorry, miss. From behind you look just like ..."

The black cat took the opportunity provided by Sergei's confusion to punch Sergei in his lower side. It would have devastated anyone else, but Sergei was used to such hits on the field. He grunted from the unexpected blow, then retaliated by driving his elbow back into the black cat's stomach. Doubling over, the dreadlock covered assailant staggered back. The blue came at Sergei clumsily. The much larger and stronger orange tom grabbed the blue's arm as he swung a wild punch; twisting the thug's arm painfully behind his back, he interposed the immobilized blue between himself and the recovering black.

In the short break in action, he turned to the calico and asked, "Miss, before I put these two into world of hurt, are you with them willingly or are you in need of rescuing?"

Viktor was enraptured by Sergei's bravery and gallant behavior. The feelings of love were almost too much to bear. On the verge of crying, she could only repeat, "Rescuing" while nodding her head.

Sergei nodded and turned his attention back to the now advancing black, who seemed intent on trying to find a way past his immobilized friend to punch the tabby. Sergei gave him the false opportunity, and the black took it. As the black cat's roundhouse punch arced toward the large tabby, he interposed the Russian blue's face in the way and let momentum do the rest. The blue's head snapped around from the impact of his friend's fist on his jaw. The black grabbed his own broken paw and howled in pain. Serge grabbed the black, twisting his arm around behind his back; he now held both thugs in the same pose. Kicking the backs of their knees, he forced them down to the ground and made them face Viktor.

"Do you want me to yell for the cops, miss?"

Viktor didn't want the police involved. He needed Surge alone. Police reports and news media would screw up all his plans. "No. No police. I'm OK. It was partly my fault anyway."

Sergei looked at her dubiously, but shrugged and pulled back harder on the two cat's arms until they grunted in pain. "Apologize to the lady, and I'll let you go." Neither of the stubborn thugs said anything except some hissed cursing through clenched teeth. Sergei pulled up a little harder and both cats gasped. "Apologize or you both get a dislocated shoulder."

"We're sorry, real sorry, lady" they said together.

"Shit, man. Just let us go, OK?" pleaded the blue.

Sergei obliged by pushing them face down on the dirty alley pavement and kneeling on their backs. "Count to one hundred. The lady and I are leaving now. If either of you gets up before one hundred, I'll feed you each other's balls. Understand?" They both nodded meekly.

Back on the crowded sidewalk, Sergei was the gentleman of Viktor's dreams. "Are you sure you're OK, miss?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry about thinking you were a guy back there. It's just from behind ... the clothes you are wearing ... your calico coat. I mean the resemblance is uncanny to a male friend of mine. Of course, you don't look anything like a tom. You're beautiful. Oh, crap. What I mean is ..."

Viktor was enjoying Sergei's awkward embarrassment. It serves him right for what he I did to me. And now it's time to see just how unfaithful he really is. Hugging Sergei about the chest, Viktor gave him a short but affectionate kiss. "It's OK, hero. My name's ... uh ... Vicky. That's short for Victoria. Thank you for rescuing me from those creeps."

"Vikt...? Wow! Talk about uncanny coincidences. Do you have a cousin who looks just like you?"

"Not that I know of. I don't have a boyfriend right now either, and I'm thinking someone like you could just about fill that role purrfectly." Viktor hadn't meant to put the purr in that last word. It just slipped in by itself. This being a chick thing is starting to mess me up. It's obvious I really do still love this guy, he thought.

Sergei, meanwhile, was trying to disentangle himself from Vicky's grasp without hurting her, but she wasn't letting him go so easily. "What's your hurry, Tiger? Why don't you and I sit down and have some coffee?"

"Uh ... I can't. I'm trying to find someone. I'm hoping to meet him nearby ... right now."

"I can wait with you."

"No! I mean, no. That would only make things worse. He wouldn't like that."

"Who is this person?"

"A friend."

"Just a friend?"

"No. A very special friend. My best friend ever, and I have to find him.

"Why?"

Sergei sighed and gave up trying to push the insistent female away. He seemed to deflate a bit, and Viktor found himself starting to feel sorry for him. "Because I hurt him, and I want to make things right with him somehow."

So, he does still love me after all. But he isn't going to love me in this form unless I tell him who I am. Before I do, I have to get rid of the competition first before I reveal this secret. It's time to go deal with the other woman. "Alright then. This girl can take a hint. Go find your friend, but I'll be keeping my eye open for a second chance with you." Vicky kissed the big orange cat again and this time gave him a little tongue and left him gaping as she sauntered away already heading toward the science building to find this intruding female named Sasha.

***

After her failed attempt to seduce Sergei, Vicky turned her sights on Sasha. Although she was not sure what she would do when she met her, it was the only other avenue she could think to take. Desperation for Sergei driving her, she ran to the university's science building in hopes of finding her, annoyed with the way her breasts moved throwing her off balance as she ran. What use is this stupid bra if it doesn't hold everything in place?

She had no idea how she would find this Sasha person, given the fact that she knew nothing about her other than her name and that she was physicist. Entering the science building, she instantly stumbled into the nerdiest male students she had ever seen. She got lots of nervous, but appreciative stares from all the male wolves, foxes, cats and equines. Vicky became tired of the attention far faster than she thought she would. Normally, if a guy checked her out, she felt pretty good about it and would even flirt a bit. Now it was just plain tedious to have males always staring at her boobs, especially when she was trying to talk to them. Disgusted, she managed to find a cow girl student who told her where to find Sasha's lab.

The building was a maze, but Vicky finally found what she thought was the right lab. "I'm looking for Sasha," Vicky asked a broad shouldered, statuesque female gray siamese.

"Oh that's me. How can I help you?" the large she cat had a slight foreign accent that Vicky couldn't quite place; likely somewhere from far across the western sea.

The calico was caught off guard by the revelation. _How could Surge fall for a woman looking like her? I figured she would have at least had my body type. _

"Well..." Vicky franticly searched her mind for something to say. Come on, damn it! Tell her that Surge's cheating on her with you. No. She's a hell of a lot bigger than me; she'd probably have me in a crater with one punch. Crap she's gonna peg me...

"Are you here to respond to my ad?" inquired the muscular female, whom looked out of place in the white lab coat she was wearing.

"Yes, I am. Your ad ... I ... I'm here to ..." acting out of his skittish instincts, Vicky stammered and looked around nervously hoping Sasha would just think she was uneasy and not that she had no idea what she was talking about.

"It's OK. We're the only ones here. Everyone else is at lunch." She patted the shoulder of the tiny calico. "You're answering the ad I placed on Catslist. The one in the Women for Women section?"

"That's the one," she sighed with a feeling of relief on the inside. Wait. Women for Women? Does that mean...she wants me to....EWWWWWWW!

"You're a little smaller than I hoped you'd be, and you dress like a boy, but you'll do. Oh, let me explain. I'm bisexual, and tonight is my boyfriend's and my six month anniversary. I want to give him a memorable surprise and well...I put out the ad, and here we are."

_The Fuck!? Six months...This has been going on six months? SURGEI! _Vicky snapped out of her enraged thoughts so as not to arouse the siamese's suspicions. She took a moment to calm down and responded to what Sasha said. "Well, usually something like a three way is a deal breaker! But, I like you ... and I've always been a little curious too ... If you know what I mean."

Laughing at Vicky's apparent anxiousness, the prospective PhD hugged her, almost crushing her in the process. "I have a feeling I'm gonna love tonight. I've just finished cleaning up my experiment. We can go grab lunch and get to know each other a little before Sergei--that's his name--comes to my place at five o'clock." Sasha took off her lab coat revealing that she was wearing a short min-skirt, a blouse and leather over the calf boots. Sasha took the befuddled and slightly reluctant calico's paw and pulled her towards the building's side exit.

"That would be great I haven't eaten since this morning. I've been running around all day. And I have a feeling about tonight too." Vicky acted enthusiastic on the outside; however, her mind was running the contrary. Yuck! Please don't let me have to ... do things to her!

***

Sasha opened the door to her apartment and practically dragged Vicky in after her. It was a modest place with a peekaboo view of the park, yet several socio-economic levels above the dumpy hole that Vicky could afford. The calico was surprised to see that the siamese had very good taste in art. She would have thought a PhD physicist would have posters of Einstein and Star Trek and a lava lamp on the coffee table. Instead, she had some exceptionally nice reproductions of classical and more contemporary pieces tastefully displayed. He even recognized a few pieces that some of his own classmates had produced. He noticed a photograph of_Rrose Sélavy_. Vicky thought to herself, God, that is so appropriate.

The lunch had been just as classy. Sasha took her to a nice little cafe where they had pesto gnocchi and antipasto with wine. Sasha had paid for it all, which was good, because on Vicky's budget she could only afford some peanut butter or tuna for lunch if she ate at all.

They must have spent two hours there talking about Sasha's work and Vicky's art. Sasha was working on some kind of quantum non-deterministic computing algorithms for nano-technology applications. When Vicky's eyes began to cross and become unfocused from the onslaught of incomprehensible scientific terminology, Sasha was quick to turn the conversation towards Vicky's artistic leanings. Vicky talked about art and graphic design. Vicky was astounded by Sasha's knowledge on the subject. What she thought was going be some ice-cold scientist turned out to be a person who understood and deeply appreciated the irrational and esoteric leanings of the art world. She found herself enjoying Sasha's company against her will. They even took a long walk through the city and the park paw-in-paw discussing the mathematics of graphic design as they slowly wound their way to her apartment.

The siamese kissed the calico as she unlocked her apartment door; Vicky didn't resist. It was not erotic to her, but it was not as repulsive as she thought it would be. It was kind of like kissing a friend. Get control of yourself Vicky, I mean, Viktor, _she scolded herself. She's the enemy. She's taking Sergei away from you_. But the sheer artistic tasteful ness of this rival for Vicky's affection was making all of that hate and bitterness too hard to hold on to.

"Why don't you sit down on the couch, and I'll get you a drink? Would you like some more wine?"

It probably wasn't such a good idea. Vicky already had a bit of a buzz from too much wine at lunch, but then thought maybe it would be easier to confront Sasha about Surge with a little more liquid courage. "Uh, sure."

Sasha smiled knowingly and stepped around the kitchen counter drawing a fresh bottle from a hanging wine rack over the counter. Vicky glanced nervously at the clock. It was a little past three. Less than two hours until Surge would arrive. She had to get back on track and get this woman out of Sergei's life somehow. "So, your boyfriend, Sergei; are you and he serious?"

"Very," she answered pulling a bottle opener from a drawer. "We're engaged."

"And he knows about you and other women?"

"Not yet, but he will tonight. That's why I asked for you, Sweetie." She brought two glasses of wine to the couch. She placed the bottle on the coffee table in front of them. Handing a glass to Vicky she took a sip of her wine, and then leaned into the calico. The elbow of the arm holding the wine glass was on the back of the couch and her free paw was on Vicky's thigh. She had her legs slightly apart and her short skirt was hitched up high enough Vicky could see Sasha's silky black panties. Grateful that the siamese was wearing underwear, Vicky looked nervously at the clock wondering how she was going to keep the big gray cat off her for two hours until Sergei could rescue her again.

Inane conversation was all that came to her flustered mind. "But what if he doesn't like that?"

"Well, that's what I have to find out before I can take the next big step and get married. I can't marry a guy who won't accept me for what I am. What kind of relationship would that be? I'm not raising my kits in a house without total love and acceptance."

The possibility that Sergei and Sasha's engagement could still be terminated gave Vicky hope and blinded her to the notion of acceptance that was so pertinent to her own situation. Instead she steeled herself as best she could for the acts she would have to endure this afternoon with this she cat. Sex with this female was her last hope to recover Sergei, but it was also becoming too disgusting a topic upon which to dwell.

Finishing her wine, Sasha sat the glass on the table and began to twine her fingers tenderly through Vicky's tri colored head fur and rubbed her other paw up and down Vicky's thigh. "You are small, but very pretty." Vicky gulped and wished she was far away from this place. "In my home country, we have a special name for cats with coats like yours. They're called mi-ke." From her lips with her trace of accent, it came out 'mee-kay.' "It means 'three furred'. Will you be my little mi-ke today?"

"OK," Vicky squeaked as Sasha became more aggressive with her groping. The little mi-ke tried to play along as best she could, but nothing about this felt right. Neither of them had the right parts or the right shape to do things the way Vicky was used to.

_At least I don't have to worry about 'getting it up' since there's nothing to get up, but I don't know how to respond, _thought Vicky. When Sasha' paw began to stroke Vicky's pussy, the sensation was so strange that she nearly jumped off the couch. It was simultaneous pleasure and revulsion mixed together, like some sick musical fusion of Gregorian chants and punk rock. She hated herself for almost liking it.

"You seem tense, my little mi-ke. I think I know what you need. I'll be right back." As she left the room, she turned on the stereo, and walked out as Led Zebra's "Whole Lotta Love" began to shake the room. She really liked the early rock retro stuff, especially this equine band, but had Sasha deliberately chosen this song, or was it just a coincidence? The front door was so tempting, and it beckoned Vicky to take the easy road out and run away from her fear of vaginal intercourse. The psychedelic chords and sexual innuendo of the song and the repulsive images of vaginal sex started making her sweat.

Whatever she thinks I need, is going to be bad, real bad. Vicky was now not just on the edge of panic, she had crossed beyond the event horizon of the universe's largest black hole of panic. Her breathing began to grow shallow presaging the onset of an asthma attack. She was stumbling like a drunk into full blown hysteria. The paw with the wine glass was shaking and she was trying desperately to not spill it on the sofa. With the other paw she was yanking out her inhaler, to take several long puffs to forestall what she knew was coming. The ritual and the medication calmed her a bit.

When Sasha returned, she was naked except for a harness around her hips with strap on wolf's dildo. It was red with a knot at the base and shiny with fresh lubricant. "Is this better?" So relieved was Vicky by the sight of something vaguely familiar, she felt like she would go limp and slide off the couch. Instead she nodded and began to take off her pants and men's underwear. Sasha raised her eyebrows at the sight of her men's briefs.

"You really go all the way with the boy routine don't you? God, that is surprisingly hot." Sasha stared as Vicky removed her shirt and fumbled with her bra, and nodded approvingly when the calico's orange and black tits flopped out as she gave up with the awkward fasteners in the back and drew the unfamiliar garment over her head.

"Where would you like me to start?"

Vicky got on her paws and knees with her rump in the air and held her tail to the side. "In the back, please."

"I thought so. You struck me as the submissive type. I thought this would loosen you up a bit."

"I think I still need a little loosening up, so go easy, please."

As if having a sudden realization, Sasha asked, "You're not a virgin are you?"

Not that hole, Vicky thought to herself, but instead said, "No," in a pitiful little voice that seemed to arouse the big siamese further. Starting easy by massaging her anus with one paw and her vagina with the other, Sasha soon had Vicky panting and dripping with desire. Despite her mind's revulsion for her new sex organ, Vicky's body was obeying this primal physical stimulation and ignoring her higher cognitive functions. The sensations were so different; Vicky was lost in a new world of confusing and fearful expectation, like when she had her first ejaculation as a male. It had been when Sergei and she had first experimented with each other. That had been scary and wonderful at the same time, and this was equivalent.

Working from a wealth of experience, Sasha played her little mi-ke like a master violinist plays a one of a kind instrument. So naturally did she progress that the dildo was halfway up her asshole before she could say with certainty whether it had just arrived or had been a part of her body for hours. Her last thought, before Sasha bit her was, This isn't so bad after all. As long as Sasha stayed where she was, Vicky could pretend she was Sergei. The neck bite ended all that. Sasha's teeth dug into the scruff of Vicky's neck as the rapist in the alley had done earlier, and the same syrupy fugue enveloped her.

The next hour and a half was mostly lost to Vicky. Sasha had managed to make love to her little mi-ke in so many ways, many of them utterly repulsive to Vicky, that she would not have been able to perform them if Sasha had not kept her in a near continuous neck bite.

Did I finger fuck her pussy? I think I scissored every inch of her body. Did I actually lick her down there? Vicky asked herself, and the taste on her tongue and the smell coating her muzzle answered in the affirmative. Regaining her senses again, Vicky found herself alone on the couch. She was a sticky and sweaty mess. The clock said twenty minutes to five. Led Zebra was now quietly singing "Fool in the Rain."

Sasha was in the kitchen humming and grooving to the beat while preparing a meal in anticipation of Sergei's arrival. Her back was to Vicky, so the calico grabbed her pants, and crouching low, scooted to the bathroom as quickly as she could. She felt safer with the door locked, and collapsed onto the toilet, her pants still held by one paw. Vicky pulled the tarot card from her pocket, but held it cupped in her paw out of site. She couldn't decide what to do. Should she try the card again and perhaps turn back into Viktor? Would he be able to convince Sergei to love him and only him again if he was himself again? Or would it be better to stay as Vicky and continue this charade, hoping that Sergei would be so upset that his fiancée was cheating on him that he would break off their engagement? That seemed like a plausible course to take.

Viktor had never cheated on Sergei. The orange tom would not be used to that, and it would upset him. Viktor had wanted to cheat with other guys. The opportunity had been there many times. There had been some close calls where he had almost given in to temptation, but somehow he had always managed to stay faithful. Now that Sergei had been cheating on him, he was beginning to wonder why he had been so faithful. Had he been limiting himself? Had he let himself be trapped in a youthful romance, and denied himself the chance to find true love?

Vicky suddenly had to pee, and she let go her aching bladder. Looking down in disgust she shook her head and said aloud, "I hate this body. Nothing is right with it." Vicky placed the card on the counter so she could wipe herself. "Wiping myself? What next? Shit! It is so much easier being a guy."

There was an insistent knocking at the door. "Who are you talking to in there, Mi-ke? If you're having phone sex with some other girl, I'm going to be real mad."

"Just taking a three gallon piss. I'll be right out." Jumping up off the toilet and pulling her cargo pants back on, she opened the door to leave and let Sasha in, but Sasha grabbed her around the waist with one strong paw and pulled her close so she could nuzzle Vicky's neck.

"Mi-ke, you are the most amazing lover I have ever had. I mean the neck bite kind of works on some girls to get them more in the mood, but you ... well it was like you became the ultimate love toy." Laughing and licking the side of her snout, she shivered and exclaimed, "I just want to keep you forever!" Holding Vicky at arm's length, she continued, "You know what else?" Vicky shook her head dreading where any of this might be going. "You purr when you're doing it."

Vicky shook her head in denial. "I do not purr."

Sasha nodded her head in return. "Yes you do, just like a little kit. My God, it's the kinkiest thing ever. I'm not into that cub stuff, but damn, that was incredible." Letting Vicky go she said, "Now you go get on the bed. The couch is a disgusting mess. I'll throw a blanket over it for when Sergei gets here. You go wait in the bedroom, and I'll be right with you."

Vicky did as she was told. How could things get any worse? She was a woman making love to a woman. Could anything be more against her nature? She climbed on the bed and lay on her back and with a sigh of resignation, took her pants off and threw them across the room. She had forgotten to wash her face in the bathroom and all she could smell was pussy. I want to die.

After about five minutes she was beginning to hope that Sasha had forgotten about her when the siamese suddenly burst into the room exited and breathless. Except it wasn't Sasha. At least Vicky didn't recognize that it was her at first. It took Vicky a moment to process with her already confused mind the bizarre apparition in front of her. A tall, muscular siamese with a huge pink erection stood in the door like some exotic warrior god of ancient legend. She felt herself responding to the sight with a warm flush feeling between her legs.

The apparition was talking to her, but she was deaf to anything for a brief period as she was consumed with primal lust for this stud. It was only when the apparition jumped on the bed with her that she snapped out of her ditsy anticipation, and Sasha's words became audible to her.

"... did you get that card? That was so amazing! What kind of technology powers something like that? It's like a matter transporter and transmogrifier all in one. God, that would take an understanding of physics hundreds of years beyond what we know. Shit! I could win the Furbel prize with a discovery like that.

Now that she understood this male was Sasha, Vicky felt a guilty stab of satisfaction that the perfect physicist was befuddled. All she could think was, Now it's your turn, Princess. Ignoring Sasha's rambling monologue she rolled over and began to gently tease the end of the siamese's cock.

"... Just think what we could learn from ...OH!" Sasha almost bent over double at the contact. So that's what it's like for a guy, Sasha thought. She grabbed Vicky's head and held her close trying to thrust her prick in deeper. Vicky pushed back and let the huge member slide out past her tongue.

"Take it easy. I 'm not one of those porn stars. I actually have a gag reflex."

Abashed, Sasha apologized. "Sorry. I just couldn't help that. Put it in your mouth again, please. I promise to be good."

Smiling, Vicky did just that, and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum in less than thirty seconds. Swallowing what she had to in order to keep the mass of creamy goo from oozing out the sides of her snout, she rose up on her knees until she was face to face with the male Sasha.

Sasha was apologetic again. "Ok. I'm not used to this. Wow. I'll never tease a guy again for cumming too soon."

Vicky planted a huge kiss on the cat to shut him up and pass back some of his gift. Sasha was surprised at first, but clearly had tasted this treat before even if it hadn't been her own. She moaned at the decadent absurdity of drinking her own semen. "Don't worry about it stud," Vicky consoled. You have plenty of more chances tonight. But first I have to confess something."

Viktor had been repulsed by Sasha because of her sex, but now he found himself loving her as a him. It made him realize how shallow his prejudices against her had been. Though he would never be sexually attracted to her as a woman, he knew now that Sasha was an intelligent, fun, kind and loving person. How could he deny her to Sergei if they were really in love? Certainly there was the possibility of sharing the abundant love that they all seemed capable of giving each other. So he carefully told Sasha who he really was, where the card came from and why he had really hooked up with her.

"Oh, Viktor, you did all of this to win Sergei back? You are so sweet. I really do want to keep you forever, my little mi-ke. Of course I will share Sergei with you. How could I break up such a wonderful relationship?" She was quiet for a moment, then a bit abashed, she asked, "Before I lose this dick, would ... um ... would you mind ... um ..."

Lying back onto the bed and spreading her legs, Vicky gave the tom her most coy and coquettish look while tickling his balls with her tail. Practically drooling, and with his cock still hard, Sasha asked, "Where do you want it?"

"A hole is a hole; either works for me and they are both open for business."

Sasha went for the front this time.

Well at least it's a dick, Vicky thought. Led Zebra was now rocking to "Boogie with Stu," in the living room, and Sasha's bed began to rock right along with it.

***

The front door opened, and Sergei walked into the apartment. "Sasha, I'm here. And I picked up the things you asked me to. Where are you?" The sound of his voice caused the calico and the siamese to freeze in mid-coitus. Vicky was on top this time in the reverse cowgirl position working her tailhole up and down on Sasha's huge organ.

"Oh, shit! He's early," Sasha whispered. "What do we do?"

"This whole surprise thing was your plan. You tell me," responded Vicky laughing inside at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Hide!" The gray tom quickly lifted Vicky off his cock, eliciting a moan from the calico. Sasha lay on the bed in a seductive pose: on his side with his head supported by his elbow. Vicky hid behind the long drapes cascading down from the windows, her supple tits creating a noticeable pair of bulges at chest level.

"Sosh?" asked Sergei again as he opened the bedroom door. At first glance, he thought it was Sasha, but his eyes widened at the sight of the muscle bound god he found on the bed.

"Hey, Babe," Sasha said in a gruff, manly voice. "My name's Joshua."

The orange tabby took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Oh, I get it. You must be the surprise that Sasha said she had for me." He gave a slight smile and looked around the room. "Where is she anyway?"

"She had to run out and get something. She thought that I could keep you company while she's out."

"Well...I appreciate it," he paused to eye the hot tom in front of him. "I really do. But I need to talk to Sasha. There's something really important I have to tell her."

The brawny siamese used a finger to beckon the tabby to the bed and patted a spot in front of him with his paw. "Why don't you take a seat here, let me massage your shoulders, and you can tell Joshua all about it, Tiger."

The stress of the day weighing him down, Sergei was all too willing to take the offer. He sat on the edge of the bed, tossed off his shirt, and allowed his new acquaintance to gently work his shoulder muscles. As he began to relax, he told the tom his story. About his long relationship with is childhood friend, about the affair he was having with his female lover, and his feelings about love and family.

"So there you go. I lied to and cheated on the man I've loved for many years; I kept a secret from and strung along the woman I've come to love." The Tabby's entire muscular frame trembled slightly. "Instead of being honest with the two people I love most in this world, I played both of their emotions. I really am a piece of shit. I want to love both Viktor and Sasha. I want kits and a family to raise them in. I want to have everything work out for all of us. But maybe I want too much. Besides, after today I don't think I deserve any of it." Sergei's face was colored by regret and melancholy.

As she listened to Sergei's confession, Vicky was on the verge of tears. After hearing Sergei's true feelings, it took everything within the calico to keep her from confessing everything to the tabby on the spot. SURGE! I love you too!

"That's quite a story, Tiger. I think I know something that'll help." The siamese got off reached for the nightstand and retrieved the card. Joshua presented the card to Sergei. " Stare closely at this card and focus. I'm certain everything will be clear to you."

"Look, buddy, I'm glad divination works for you, but..."

"Just try it."

The tabby took a deep breath and gazed into the card; he closed his eyes. After opening them, he was hysterical. "What the fuck just happened? I was in a desert; there was a giant wheel and that fuck stain of a monkey with asscheeks that looked like dried, overcooked hams. Then the shark, and the jaws, and..." He took a moment to breathe; he noticed something was off. "Why does my chest feel heavy?" Sergei surveyed his body and was shocked to see his new womanly orbs that had just appeared on his chest.

"What the hell!?" He grabbed his breasts to confirm they were real. "Holy ... wait." Sergei's face bore a look of realization. Turning to Joshua, he asked, "Sosh, is that you?"

The siamese tom simply nodded with a smile across his face. "I'm not the only one," he said pointing to the curtains.

Vicky poked her head from behind the drapes and gave a nervous laugh.

Sergei slapped his forehead in understanding. "Of course, Vicky. I knew you looked too much like Viktor to be just a coincidence." A smile crossed Sergei's face as the day's fog of events swirled within her mind and were blown clear as if by a fresh breeze. She began to laugh uncontrollably; Vicky and Sasha joined in. "I should have known that helpless girl was you."

"Hey," Vicky interjected, "this girl has been through a hell of a lot today. I went to a fortune teller, became a woman , almost got raped , and had lesbian sex ; all this trying to win back a certain switch hitting tabby."

"Really? You did all that for me?"

"Yes, Surge, I did it for you." Vicky smiled sincerely.

"Awww, Vikt."

"Okay, girls," Sasha interrupted their reunion, "What exactly are we going to do?"

"Well..." the two pussies said together.

"I mean both of you lied to me and each other. Then, we end up taking the express train to the opposite ends of our gender spectrums. Then, we meet like this. It's not how I pictured my anniversary."

Before either could respond to her accusations, she continued, "But, I can tell how important you two are to each other. Sergei, you went to great lengths to make things right. Viktor, I can tell by your passion that you love Sergei deeply, and I have a feeling that without you he wouldn't be the tom he is today."

Both females smiled.

Joshua looked expectantly at Sergei. "Viktor and I have already talked this over. We are both cool with sharing you. There will be some things for us to talk out, but I am sure we can make it work.

"Oh Josh, it's exactly what I wanted this whole time," Sergei replied enthusiastically.

Joshua clapped his hands together in glee. "Then it's settled. Surge and I will still be getting married. Viktor, you can't be officially part of that, but there is nothing stopping you from being a very personal part of both of our lives. Plus in a few years, Sergei and I will need a baby sitter. The kits can call you Uncle Vikt. How does that sound?"

"I didn't know what I really wanted before, but I do now. I want both of you, too. It sounds great!" Viktor said.

"The best part is that we can have three ways," Sasha said with a grin. "And before you say no, Viktor, the items I had Sergei buy will help us with that."

Viktor had a questioning look on his face, "What are they?"

Sergei, with a smile matching Sasha's, responded in sudden tone, "Two double ended dildos; one cat, one horse!"

Everyone laughed, then Vicky asked, "Can we all change back now? I really want my dick back."

***

The calico walked into the unassuming shop tucked deep within Bear Town. He opened the door and called out for the skunk. "Ms. Vladlena, are you home!?" His voiced echoed in the cluttered front room, and he was fearful that his mysterious benefactor was not around.

"Common back, kit. Vladlena's always here."

Relieved, Viktor rushed to the back of the shop to meet the elderly woman who gave him the first step on his day's successful journey. When he saw her sitting in her rocking chair, he hugged her immediately to show his gratitude. Sitting with her at her little card table, he regaled her with the entire day's events.

"So, after everyt'ing was said an' done, did cha get what cha' wanted kit?"

"It's not what I was expecting, perhaps not what I wanted, but it was what I needed. I still get to be physically and emotionally intimate with Sergei, and I feel that Sasha will be like a sister to me. But ..."

"But wha', kit?"

"But...I want to know if there is someone out here just for me. Is there a special person who will be mine and only mine?"

The old skunk smiled at the calico's question, and began to shuffle her cards. "Would cha' care for anot'er readin', kit?"

Fin