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Part Nine

“Hello Mel, it is good to finally meet you. And thank you for that lovely benediction you gave me at my resting place...” The ghostly raccoon spoke softly, a hollow version of her earthly voice Mel had heard on the holotapes. The Raccoon beamed.

“You are very welcome. I have felt your spirit permeating the house, it felt to me like a warm and loving hug.” the mouse smiled.

“ I knew much love and joy in this home. Keven an I forged such a strong bond that it holds me here beyond death, but do not grieve, Melinda; for I am content to dwell here. I am at peace here... it brings me joy to see Keven happy again after...my loss.” the spirit said and Mel was overwhelmed by a wave of sadness and loss that threatened to crush her spirit. Such profound sadness and pain as the mouse morph had never in her life experienced, and almost as soon as it had come, it passed away like water poured on sand. Mel staggered, gasping for breath at the weight of such a loss. Breeanna started to fade away.

“No!' please, stay with me, I... I love you, and I love Keven, and only wish to facilitate your transition should you feel trapped here unable to pass on into the great beyond.”

Bree once more coalesced and nodded, content to remain. Smiling with gratitude.

“T-Thank you. such a painful and violent ending... I am heartsick at the way you met your end...” Mel said and the raccoon nodded sadly.

“It was not how I would have wished to end my life, but the time and place of our deaths is written at the moment of our creation. I am content that I knew such love and contentment in the five years we had together. And now it seems the farm's bounty shall increase.” The ghost smiled with a wink at the mouse who blushed.

“ I hope so, Sherry is very dear to me, and I hope she accepts our offer. I believe in my heart of hearts it is what is best for her,.”

“She stands at a crossroads, unless she chooses of her own free will, forces have been set in motion to take all choice away from her. It was _ Orlog _ that she Met Keven and it is _ Orlog _ for her to grow bountiful under Craggin Moores protections. I ask a favor from you Mel... to call me over when the veil between the worlds is thinnest, for on that night, if the loving hearts wish it, I can for the space of an evening, once more share in the joys of the living...”

“Oh my god.... Yes, you mean Soween? The night the dead can return?” the mouse squeaked. The ghostly raccoon nodded.

“ I shall do this boon for you Breeanna Taylor, for you are Loved. And you are Blessed, and I just wish to thank you for all you have bequeathed to me.” She sniffed as tears ran down her cheek roughs a moment later she felt a warm loving touch, she found herself looking into the incredibly blue eyes of the raccoon.

“We shall talk again... Bring this candle to my resting place on the full moon and we can once more commune, I am in your debt, Bonita La Ratona.” Bree chuckled musically and ghosted her paw against the mouseys cheek fur, the sensation was warm, like a hug.

“Hey, that's what Carlos called me!” Mel blinked with a giggle.

“That Ma-pa-che is a fun one” Bree winked back.

They communed for hours, getting to know one another, Mel was drawn from her meditations by the sound of the skimmer leaving.

“Wow, is it that late already? She asked seeing Bree longingly look at the glow of the skimmer as it vanished in the darkness.

“Keven has gone to collect his new morph,... I see good things ahead for you all, just remember the ideogram for trouble...” Bree intoned.

“Two femmes under the same roof?” Mel hazarded, Bree nodded sagely.

“Correct... Never go to bed angry at each other! For it will poison the love you share faster than arsenic! And what I see is far too precious to ever die... I shall do all within my power to keep the harmony... You must do your part, and all shall be well in the world...” Bree declared.

“Thank you, sister, gods I love you like a sister, and getting to know you, I feel your loss more sharply!” Mel sniffled truly alone for the first time far from all she has known. Suddenly feeling warm and tingly all over she gasped to find Breeanna in her lap comforting her from beyond the grave. Mel reached out doing her best to hug the raccoony phantasm.

“Never forget...Love Transcends...For you are never alone.” she trilled.

“Would you mind if I try and paint you sometime?” Mel asked the ghostly presence in her lap.

“... I think Keven would really like that, you are more than welcome to try. For I used to spend time on the deck watching the garden grow and expand, and with you and Sherry it can increase once more. “Love shared, like water shared...Is Life shared. I thank you for this communion... I shall look forward to our next, on the fullness of the moon. Be well, and be loved.” she said standing and walking through the open doors before dissolving into mist and vanishing into the night.

Piloting the skimmer once more back into the city, I still could not shake the feeling of _ Orlog _ surrounding this exotic Lavender Skunk morph. I just had to trust that destiny, or as Mel called it “The Unseen Hand” was guiding me in this. Whatever it was, I was starting to feel a strong connection to Sherry despite only having met her less than twelve hours ago... thinking back to my first meeting with Breeanna, the feeling was eerily similar. I really hoped this went well, for I felt it would absolutely destroy my Mousey if something unfortunate happened to the exotic Skunkette, and I felt it was now my duty to see that that didn't happen.

Arriving at Purr-Dition about fifteen minutes early, I parked close to the entrance and walked to the door. Dressed in my formal business suit I glanced at the bouncer, a large burly timber wolf in a tight muscle shirt with the clubs logo stretched across his chest. He opened the door and rumbled.

“Welcome to Purr-dition, Sir. Enjoy your visit.”

“Thank you sir, I appreciate the service.” I said slipping him a ten spot. His momentary shock at my courtesy, was replaced by a grin at my unexpected tip. Our eyes met and he nodded as I entered the mail-storm of lights and music that was the world of the strip club.

Moving away from the door with my back against the wall I took in the scene. Several morph dancers of various species were circulating around the tables, the place had a really good crowd for a Saturday night. It looked like the girls were doing a land office business in extracting cash from the clientèle. I smirked to myself at how it seemed to be all too easy, when my attention was drawn to the stage. Twin spotlights lit up the archway when the announcer barked out his spiel.

“Ok Guys, Back again to show you all that life can be an exotic experience, here she is, give it up for.... Exotica! ” He bellowed over the roar as the crowd exploded in applause, hollering and hooting as the drop dead sexy lavender Skunkette took command of the stage. The throbbing beat of the music only added to her seduction of every guy in the place. She strutted, she vamped, she moved like an erotic dream, making her way to the center pole. And once she got there, she took her performance to the next level. It seemed, that for her, gravity didn't exist, the way she fluidly flowed up, across and around the pole was magnificent! And the appreciation of the faithful was not lacking. The expression 'Make it Rain' for her was a torrential downpour, a blizzard of currency flooded the stage at her feet. As she deftly divested herself of her costume. Ten minutes later she was down to her G-string, swimming in a pool of money as her devoted fans covered her body with bills. Deftly she swept them into a small satchel, beaming at all who admired her. The raw lust blazing in her deep violate eyes was hypnotic!

The end of her performance was signaled with a final sway of her twin striped tail as she vanished behind the portal to reappear a few moments later to work the floor.

She ghosted through the crowd. Touching, caressing, working the fantasy; a lap dance here, some playful banter there, she and her escort worked the floor when a fan of bills stopped her in her tracks. The overweight customer in the ill-fitting suit looked like a cross between a used car salesman and an ambulance chasing lawyer. Waving this kind of cash around meant only one thing; a private dance in the 'Champagne Room'. A quick negotiation with her escort and a deal was struck. 'Exotica' made quite a show of leading him away by his tie to the back room. I moved around the room a bit until I found an empty table. A few minutes later a lively, verry buxom cream and tan rabbit morph stuffed into about three ounces of deep blue spandex approached my table asking if I wanted a drink, I smiled at her and she took a seat.

“How's your night going?” I asked, she smiled at not immediately being propositioned.

“busy, but I refuse to say 'hopping'... I'm Trixi” She grinned at me offering her paw, I took it returning the greeting.

“Trixi....” I paused, “Nice to meet you. I'm Kev. And if you don't mind me asking, do you have much of a problem getting the fingerprints out of that outfit of yours?”

She laughed, running her paws sensually over the sheer fabric spiking her nipples in the process. “Some nights are worse than others.” she winked looking around at some of the clientèle.

“ I can only imagine. I must say, you wear it well. And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you please bring me a cola, light on the ice?” I asked with a smile.

“Sure thing honey! And Thanks! Be right back. Kev.” she chirped dashing back to the bar and returning a few minutes later with my drink on a small tray.

“Here ya are, cola, light on the ice, ten bucks.” she says setting the tall narrow glass down, I hand her a twenty.

“Keep it.” I say, she blinks. “Got a few minutes?” I ask indicating the empty seat, she looks around and sits again.

“Thanks! Best tip of the night!” she beams.

“So I take it you don't dance?” I inquire. She shakes her head.

“Nope, I think I'd break my silly neck on that pole, but I do sometimes take a walk along the catwalk with the other servers between sets, it's kinda fun shaking and moving to the music, and sometimes a few of the guys will throw money at us when I flash my Titties at them if I am feeling really naughty.” she leans in to whisper conspiratorially with a giggle.

“Well they do look like some very nice Titties. Grow them yourself, did you?” I ask winking back.

She laughs again. “Yes sir I did! The hardest part was getting them pierced.” she said, just before peeling them out of their covering and cupping them to reveal large heavy gauge gold hoops set with faceted stones, her pink nipples poking proudly.

“Verry impressive, thank you, Trixi for sharing that with me.” I say admiring her 'charms for a few moments before looking her in the eyes. ”You have lovely hazel eyes, Trixi”

“Oh, thank you, hardly anyone notices. And you are the first guy who didn't try and cop a feel or suck on them in like months!” she beams at me.

“You were just showing them to me, not offering them up for inspection or other liberties, yes?” I ask noticing the bartender looking at our table. She nodded and waved him off with a flick of her very expressive ears,

“Wow, you're different. Well enjoy your evening, I've got to get back to my rounds, thanks Kev!” she perked stuffing her Lovely Tits back into the spandex gift wrap. wiggling her pert spade shaped tail above her micro miniskirt as she flitted off back to the bar.

As I was about half finished with my drink I notice Exotica's escort 'escorting' her customer out of the champagne room straight to the door. A minute later a very vexed Skunkette marches out and straight to the dressing area, her satchel clutched firmly in her paw. Checking my watch it was about ten past twelve so I finish my cola and saunter back to the exit. Ten minutes later dressed in her street clothes she meets me in the parking lot.

“Exotica...” I say grinning at the purple Skunkette.

“Thanks for meeting me Keven.” She pauses turning to the timber wolf bouncer. “It's okay Sarge, he's a friend of my house-mate Mel, he's just giving me a lift home.” This seems to mollify the bouncer.

“Well, if you're sure Cher, than have a safe night, and catch ya back on Friday, okay? And uh thanks for lookin out for her, mister.” the wolf smiles at me with a tap of the cap salute. I nodded back leading her to the skimmer.

“ I must say your performance was Phenomenal! I take it 'Mr Champagne Room', broke the rules?” I ask buckling her into the five point safety harness. She snorts crossing her arms over her chest.

I move around and slid into my seat securing the doors, “You're safe now.” I say as we lift off punching in the coordinates for home, Cheryl huffed.

I looked over at her. Tilting my head she gave me a sidelong glance and huffed again.

“Fine... that fat slob thought he could offer me five hundred for a private dance in the champagne room. Leon tells him up front No Sex! About fifteen minutes in I am doing this hot crotch slide and he whips out his dick grabs me by the back of the neck and tries to shove it down my throat, I shoulda bitten it off! and when Leon pulls him off me, the fucker makes a grab for my bag demanding a refund! I tell him I'm a dancer not a fucking hooker and as Leon is hustling him outta there he snarled it's the same damn thing!”

“Well I am glad he was there to protect you... Are you hungry Sherry?” I ask lightly touching her forearm she blinks shaking herself out of her rage.

“Starving!” she snarled. “Sorry, just a really bad finish to a nice night. But I cleared fifteen hundred so it wasn't too bad a night.

“That's not too bad, It looked more like there was a money blizzerd on that stage.” I say she smiles proudly.

“My loyal fans, they love me, and it really makes me feel sexy to do that for them. I can't begin to explain how erotically primal it makes me feel to dance like that. But the house's cut is one third off the top, but I still make bank working there. But after tonight I worry that it is somehow going to be expected. And I don't want that but I have very little choice in the matter.” she said suddenly glum.

“Here” I say handing her a bag of home made chips “Try these. Think of them as my in-flight snack before we get home. And how does some fresh Gnocchi sound for dinner to you?”

“Thank you, and that sounds absolutely amazing! What are these...” she asks as she crunches on the crispy seasoned leaves.”oh god, there yummy!” she exclaims digging into the bag with abandon

“Kale chips, I make them myself, I can show you how if you like. We had baked potatoes for dinner so I baked up some extras to make Gnocchi. With some simple brown butter sage sauce. Mel said you liked Italian food, so we can do Lasagna tomorrow if you like?”

“Kev that sounds fantastic! Thank you ever so much. What are you, some five star chef? Do you have your own restaurant somewhere? Hey, if you need a waitress, I know a very sexy purple Skunkette that would be perfect for the job?” she says seeming in a much better mood as she finished off the bag.

“Actually, I just love to cook, it's one of my passions, as Mel may have told you, I am a farmer, I provide produce for a couple of high end restaurants in the city and a few select clients. Mel and I wanted you to see what she is doing now, and give you an opportunity to explore options you may not have known were available to you. Mel is your friend and lover, she doesn't want to see you get hurt, and wants you to be both happy and safe. She fell in love with the farm and wants you to be a part of it as well. Things happen for a reason, and Mel said it was the invisible hand making itself known. No, the Unseen hand, something like that. To me it's what my Granny called _ Orlog _: being in the right place at the right time to help someone change their destiny.” I said smiling over at the Skunkette.

“ I just got shivers... Mel has told me about this unseen hand stuff before, and there have been times when things sort of lined up as if by magic that I could not explain away with just being coincidence. I can tell you I am grateful as hell for you picking me up tonight, I would have hated to have to go back to the rooming house alone. Mel would always make me feel soo good after an event like tonight... Hell, maybe it's a sign. All I know is I am going to feel very grateful to you once this adrenalin finally wears off.” she purred in that voice like liquid silk; looking over at her I could swear her eyes were glowing like she was on stage. I reached over and caressed her cheek and jawline moving down her neck to rest on her shoulder.

“Everything is going to work out the way it is meant to. You are loved, you are safe, and I welcome you into my household, Cheryl Conner.” I declare with a loving smile and nod. The lavender Skunkette's eyes go wide at the realization.

“Tell... Please tell me what you just said doesn't mean what I think it means...” she almost whispered with trepidation.

“Sherry, life is all about _ Choices. _ I; _ We, _ intend to offer you some new ones.” I say giving her a very loving smile as we approach the farm, as I initiate the landing sequence.

End Part Nine

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