Sibling Rivalries
#1 of Sibling Rivalries
This story is about a house a house divided in two by a prank war that has been waged for months. Two black leopard siblings have been battling for supremacy. On one side you have Ava, a feisty, independent and devious 21 year old. If you are fortunate enough to gain her trust, do not betray her. You will certainly regret it.
On the other side, you will find 26 year old Salvador or Sal for short. He is a 6'5 gun loving and slightly paranoid fur. He loves to mess with people and possesses a somewhat immature sense of humor that one will either love or hate. There is not in between. There is also a third party that has been dragged into the mix, a young semi easy going feline named Scar. This 25 year old black feline is the owner of the 3 bedroom, 2 story house that rents the siblings 2 of the upstairs rooms while also living in the house himself. The left side if this sarcastic felines face is covered with a spider web like scar that is centered over his left eyelid. With the introductions out of the way, lets begin our story.
It was a blisteringly hot June day in Williamsburg Virginia, with the temperature reading at 95 degrees. Scar had just gotten out of work at Dominos as a delivery driver. He raced home in his 2005 Hyundai Santa Fe going slightly over the speed limit. His A/C was on full blast, sending jets of air that made the jet black fur on his arms and face move in soothing waves. The radio was set to a local station that played a mix of rock and metal, that was currently blasting Dragula by Rob Zombie. "Well this is a welcome change on a shitty day like this." He said to himself as he turned up the volume. "I think that is the only thing that has gone right today. Lets see, the tips were shit. Some fucking cheetah scrapped his truck against my bumper, nearly taking it off. And oh how can I forget that TRAILER TRASH PITBULL BITCH THREW A HOT PIZZA IN MY FACE! FUCKING JACKASS!" He yelled slamming his fist down on the wheel. "I hope those two leopards aren't home. I need time to relax before dealing with them. Especially Sal."
The song ended just as he pulled into the driveway. Much to his dismay, both of the other felines where home. "So much for a quiet night." He said with his ears drooping to the sides. "They better not have gotten into my vodka." He turned off the car and got out, slamming the door shut. He walked up to the door and paused for a moment before opening. After a few seconds he finally walked in, shutting the door behind him.
Sal was sitting on the couch in front of him with his feet up on the brown wood coffee table with a pair of black work boots on. In one hand he held a bottle of Bud Lite and the TV remote in the other. He looked over at Scar and said, "Hey Scar, how was work.... And why the hell do you smell more like pizza than usual?" He asked sniffing the air in his direction.
"Because this damn pitbull got pissed off because the kitchen screwed up AGAIN and she slammed it in my face." He growled. He reached back and started to scratch the fur on the back of his neck. "I still haven't gotten all of the cheese and grease out of my fur."
"Wow. Did she get kicked out?"
"More like she walked out after calling me a useless fleabag." He said, slightly raising his voice in anger. "By the way, get those fucking boots off the table. Unless you want to clean it."
"Ok fine. Shit what are you my mother." he sneered setting his feet on the ground. "Grab a drink and relax."
"Trust me, that's exactly what I plan to do." He said. He then heard the sound of bare paws coming down the L shaped, hardwood steps to his left. Ava stopped on the landing that separated the final 4 steps from the rest, holding a basket full of her own laundry. "Hey Scar." She paused and sniffed the air. "Wait did you bring home a pizza or something? You smell more than you usually do after work." She asked.
He glared at her for a split second before answering. "Yeah I did. There should be enough cheese and grease left on me to make one. Help yourself." He said in a sarcastic tone.
She gave him a puzzled look and tilted her head to the left before giving a brief chuckle. She began to talk as she continued to walk down the steps. "Awwww. Is someone an angry kittiiiiiiieeeee!" She slipped as soon as her paw hit the main hardwood floor, somehow making her defy physics as she fell forward. The laundry basket was flung through the air, landing perfectly on Scar's head forcing him to stumble back, hitting a table behind him. The female leopard fell flat on her face with her arms straight out in front of her. Sal began laughing like a hyena, still sitting on the couch. She then felt a wet slippery substance coating her lower legs and feet. Her long black tail began swishing violently in the air as she realized who was behind this. "SAL! YOU SHITHEAD! I'M GONNA SKIN YOU ALIVE FOR THAT."
Scar recovered a second later and took the circular clothes basket off of his head, making a pile of clothes fall to the ground around him... well most of them did. One of her black bras was wrapped around his right ear and laid across his face, covering his scarred eye, while a pair of her panties hung from his snout by the leg holes. Both leopards looked to each other and back to him, before bursting out laughing.
Sal was in tears on the couch. "AVA I THINK YOU JUST MADE HIS DAY WITH THAT! YOU MAY HAVE JUST TURNED HIM ON! HAHAHAHA."
Scar kept an annoyed look on his face as he removed the garments from around his snout, dropping them to the ground. He was thankful for his pitch black fur because it hid the fact that his face was red from embarrassment. When the leopards had first moved in, Scar had thrown them a welcoming party. As luck would have it, Scar had had far too much to drink, to the point where he blacked out. He thought all was fine the next day when the pair told him that he had said some incredibly perverted things about the female. Since that day, the pair often made jokes at his expense. But then again, Scar just went along with it and eventually started to make some of the jokes as well.
An annoyed smirk crept onto his face as he finally freed his ear from the bras straps. "I'm seriously going to need a drink after this shit. But before I do that." He looked over at Sal, who was still laughing hysterically on the couch. He set the basket quickly in front of the couch before picking up the male leopard by the scruff of his neck and the tail. He turned and dumping him into the basket. He struggled for a moment before falling onto his back. Scar wiped his hands together and turned towards the kitchen. "Now for that drink."
By that time, Ava had gotten to her feet, just I time to see her brother get thrown into the basket. Her paws where still covered in whatever oil he had poured on the floor. She walked over to him, still lying on his back with the basket on his head. She raised her foot and proceeded to wipe her foot on his chest to remove the oil. He lifted his head up and realized what was happening.
"Oh come on really?" He whined.
"Yep." She chuckled. She turned her head to see Scar at the bar making himself a vodka and lemonade. A wicked grin crossed her face. "Hey Scar. Want to order a pizza?" She asked in a sarcastic tone, still wiping off her feet.
"Fuck you." He called out.