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Part 2: While Strolling Through the Park...

The original works can be found at [Conjoined Dreams](%5C). This was posted with permission of the original author Dr. Mercurious.

by Dr. Mercurious

Carl had originally started jogging in Roger William's Park as a way to meet female furs into physical fitness, since he had always thought muscles were sexy on a fem. It had been a good idea, even though the park tended to be a little 'clique-y'; one area was where bears hung out, another was for tigers, a third for lions, etc. It could get annoying at times -- like right now. He waved at an attractive-looking raccoon, who gave him a quick glance and continued her warm-up stretches. All because I'm a lynx, he thought to himself. Some furs took specism far too seriously in his opinion.

He bent down to tighten his shoelaces and heard someone run up next to him. "Good morning," purred a fem voice.

He glanced sideways to behold an absolutely stunning pair of tigress legs; muscular without being over-bulky, just the way he liked them. At the corner of his hearing he heard some commotion but tuned it out for the moment. "Back at you," he said. "Pardon me while I beat my laces into submission."

"Sure." She had a sexy voice; Carl couldn't wait to see the rest of her.

He quickly finished tying his shoes and stood up slowly, letting his eyes travel over her lovely body. Strong legs gave way to equally strong hips and a washboard stomach. She didn't seem to have a tail but that didn't bother him since lynxes don't have tails anyway. Besides, with a body like that who cared? Her secondary breasts were even developed.

He finally got to her face. "Hi, my name is..."

He stopped cold, unable to get the rest of it out.

Two heads smiled back at him from a single pair of shoulders. "No offense, but that's an odd name," the left head purred while the right head giggled. In the background the raccoon was gaping. To the left was a female porcupine in baggy sweats with a guarded expression.

Wow, he thought. "Er...sorry, uhmm...Berl. I mean Clark. Uh, Carl!"

"Pleasure to me you Berl-Clark-Carl. Are there any areas of the park to stay away from? I don't come here often, so I don't know where the muggers hang out." The left head continued to speak while the right head smiled at him.

Yeah, don't be anywhere I'm not, he thought. "Uhmm...no, no it's all good." Oh real smooth, he chided himself.

"Thanks. See you around!" She -- they? -- gave him a good-bye wave and jogged around the corner.

Carl spent the time staring where the vision went. It would be a few minutes before he recovered enough to kick himself for missing such a chance.

#

Greg had always fancied himself a ladies' man, and had the collection of soiled lacy undergarments to prove it, his own way of keeping score. Even he was willing to admit it was a little odd, but he reasoned no mink was perfect.

He had been sitting by the large fountain sipping on a sports-drink when he saw that delectable tigress jog by. At first he'd thought his eyes were playing tricks on him but he witnessed the reactions of other furs nearby and decided they weren't

Man, he drooled to himself,I bet she gives awesome head. Or heads, as the case may be. Yum. He wasted no time in springing up and jogging along side of her, on her right. He gave his best grin. "Hi, I don't mean to sound corny but 'you're new here' is the best I can come up with at the moment."

Her left head continued to look forward while her right grinned at him "It is a required question, I suppose."

Humor; a good sign, he thought. "My name's Greg."

"And what about your wife's name?" She returned.

Too late, he realized he'd left his ring on. Damn. She saw that real quick, he mused to himself. He didn't bother pressing at that point. A seasoned adulterer, he could tell a lost cause when he ran into it.

#

Edward was not a happy panther. This was supposed to be my day off, he thought, and here I am on the cell phone with those idiots back at the office. I guess it's my own fault for not leaving the thing back at home. He slowed his running pace down a touch while he talked. "Look, just tell the vendor I'll handle it Monday when I get back in, okay?"

"But he said..." the voice at the other end whined.

"Bullshit," Edward snapped. "He didn't contact anyone last night. It's an empty threat and..." Something impossible passed his vision and he had to turn and take a look.

The retreating back of a jogging, well-built, tail-less and above all two headed tigress filled his awareness. He had every intention of stopping and asking her for her phone number but unfortunately a tree picked that precise painful moment to get in his way.

When his scrambled brains cleared he was lying on one of the park benches with a porcupine girl standing over him. "You okay?"

"Yes," he groaned. "Just stop the world spinning for a bit, okay?" He tried to get up but she restrained him.

"Take it easy," she said. "You just took a solid hit."

"Damn straight," he muttered. He wasn't talking about the tree but felt it impolitic to mention one woman when another was right in front of him.

"My friend Raquel's getting you a cold compress. She told me that if she gets back here and you're off that bench she's going to kick you in the ass."

Edward's wits were still a little scrambled. "Who's Raquel?"

She snorted. "The reason you ran into a tree."

#

"That's tough," Mike said, patting Kayleigh's shoulder.

The husky raised her tearstained muzzle up to look at him. "I can't believe she'd just leave me like that, Mike! Why can't I find a nice girlfriend?"

Because you always go for looks instead of personality, Mike added then mentally chewed himself out for thinking such things; after all he was the only one of the family who would still talk to her when she 'came out' a few years back. Besides, his cousin wasn't a bad dog, she just had lousy taste in paramours. "You're just having a run of bad luck, that's all."

She sniffled. "Yeah, a long run."

Mike stifled another sigh. He and Kayleigh had made it a tradition to meet once a week on Sundays in Roger William's Park since her job as a police officer and his hospital hours didn't give them much time during the week to talk. "Look I'm sure things will improve," he said.

"Yeah right." Suddenly she was looking over his shoulder, sad expression changing to wonder. "Oh my sweet Lord."

Mike turned, figuring he knew already what she was seeing; a 'hot femfur with a killer body', in Kayleigh's opinion -- his cousin did tend to bounce back quickly. A brief glance at first confirmed his suspicions; a female tiger with good, healthy muscle-tone was rinsing a towel in the nearby water-fountain and muttering to herself. It was extending the glance that stopped him cold. I don't believe it, he thought in amazement. Purely dicephalic conjoined twins? As a thoracic surgeon -- and a damned good one -- he certainly should have heard about these once-in-a-billion women. Out of the corner in his eye he saw Kayleigh stand up. "Please tell me she's real," she whispered in a voice thick with lust.

"'They're' real," he corrected. A lot of furs probably referred to them as one person; he bet they hated that. His surgeon's eye traced their shoulder and chest muscles. They've kept in remarkable shape, he marveled. Almost too remarkable. They smooth way they moved together was almost poetic and the view of their back when they turned to leave was equally as impressive. Furs wandering by were gawking and he couldn't blame them. He saw Kayleigh stand up. "What are you doing?"

"Getting their phone number," she said. "What does it look like?"

"Oh for...Kayleigh, what are the chances they're lesbians?"

"I have every confidence," she stated and continued in the twins' wake without even turning around.

Mike swore and took off after her.

#

I can't believe what this park is coming to, Janice thought to herself. Her tail swished back and forth, a habit she had when she was annoyed. Admittedly, cheetahs like herself were full of them but she tried hard to suppress those tendencies. Her nose wrinkled as the freakish female tiger administered a cold compress to the suffering black panther lying on the park bench. A large crowd had gathered, all gawking at her. Why doesn't she go back to where she belongs, Janice fumed. She was as tolerant as the next fur but this was just to much. How can she even think she belongs here?

An attractive male husky, a late arrival, took one look at the panther and immediately started barking orders. Janice recognized him at Dr. Balto; he'd performed that quadruple- bypass on her father last year. She'd insisted on no one lest than the best, and the hospital had insured her that Dr. Balto was the leading thoracic surgeon on the East Coast. Her father's quick recovery was testament to that. Oh I see, she thought. That freak must be a patient, I bet. She was probably out exercising on his orders. Still, he should have better sense than to bring her out into the open like this. After all, that's what hospital wards are for.

Janice was getting jittery just standing around here, so she continued her exercise run. There was no reason to stand around here gawking.

#

Cyndi watched as the ambulance took the panther away and turned to the husky. "Weren't you being a little excessive?" She ventured.

"Not at all." He had good lines and warm, intelligent eyes. "Head injuries aren't my specialty but I know they can be insidious. It's better if he's checked out at the hospital." He turned to Raquel. "Good thinking on the cold compresses; it's a good first-response treatment." he said to her left head.

"Thanks," she said. The right head seemed busy in conversation with a fem husky who looked to be a relative -- and practically drooling over Raquel.

"You're quite welcome." He reached into his fanny pack and drew out a business card. "Here. When you and your sister are done talking to my cousin there, I'd like to set up an appointment to see the two of you."

Cyndi blinked; Raquel's right head stopped its conversation as both heads looked as confused as Cyndi felt. It said, "what?"

"I'm sure you two are having a hard time finding a doctor with the qualifications to treat the two of you," he continued. "I'm a specialist in thoracic medicine. I'd just be more comfortable making sure there's no problems with your hearts."

Cyndi recognized the look her roomie gave him -- Raquel was feeling suddenly belligerent. "And what if 'we' say no?"

"Then I'll find out where the two of you live and take you two in myself if I have to resort to bondage," he returned. "I'm sure the both of you have had your fill of doctors poking and prodding but not having regular checkups is stupid."

Raquel held his gaze and Cyndi had to admire him. He was half a foot shorter and nowhere near as muscular but gave every impression he was not about to take any shit from Raquel. Suddenly both her heads smiled. "All right," her right head said. "It's a date then."

"Great," he beamed. "Give my office a call and we'll set up something."

"Sure," Raquel returned. "By the way, I'm singular."

The male husky blinked. "I beg your pardon?" The fem husky was giving him a very annoyed look.

"I'm not a 'we', I'm an 'I'," she repeated. "My name's Raquel."

A brief flicker of alarm seemed to flash across his face but it was gone before Cyndi could be sure. "Ah. I'm sorry."

She gave him a double-smile. "No problems."

"I'd better go to the hospital and see if he's okay," he said. He turned to the fem husky. "Sorry to cut and run, Kayleigh."

She shrugged absently, eyes still glued on Raquel whose right head turned back to her and smiled. "No problem, cousin." 'Cousin' was definitely stressed.

Yeah he looks unsettled, Cyndi mused as he sprinted off, probably to wherever his car was parked. She couldn't figure out why though.

"So, I'll pick you up at seven, then?" Kayleigh piped to Raquel.

"Sure, I'll see you then," Raquel said with her right head. Cyndi gaped at Raquel's left which gave her a quick wink. "You know how to get to my apartment?"

"You bet." Cyndi didn't think huskies could purr like that. "I've love to stay and talk some more, but Sarge is going to want a report. See ya later." Kayleigh waved and trotted off in the same direction as her cousin. Raquel waved in return.

Cyndi waited until the femfur was out of earshot and sidled up to Raquel. "Did you just make a date? With a femfur?"

Raquel's left head turned to Raquel while the right continued to look in the direction of the retreating husky. "Yep," she shrugged.

"Since when do you lean that way?" Cyndi wanted to know aloud. Mentally she added when you're sober?

Both Raquel's heads looked puzzled. "It seemed like a good idea," she said with her left head.

"Actually, I've always been a little curious," chimed in the right -- almost cutting off the left. Its confused expression cleared up quicker than Raquel's left head too. "I just made sure she understood I was 'just curious' and didn't promise anything more."

"Besides," the left head continued, not looking confused anymore. "I'm sort of starting from square one from a dating perspective. I might as well keep my options open, right?"

"I suppose," Cyndi hedged.

They walked over to a bench and sat down. Most of the gawkers from the accident hadn't dispersed; the reason was obvious, of course. They were staring at Raquel.

The tigress looked at Cyndi with both heads. "So, what do you think?"

"Well, our little excursion was kinda cut short," Cyndi said, "but I've got an opinion. Are you sure you want it?"

"Yes," both heads insisted.

I've got to stop thinking of her second head as its own person, Cyndi chided herself. I have no proof...except gut instinct. Just keep telling yourself, Cyndi dear. Aloud, she said, "Raquel, you could have had a date with just about anyone in this park. Some of them would have bribed you to go out with them."

Raquel beamed. "That's what I thought."

"It could be your attitude, you know," Cyndi insisted. "You act more self-confident now."

"That's because I finally look sexy," Raquel returned. Cyndi took note that she was speaking with her left head; the right was very quiet, almost thoughtful in expression. She still wasn't used to how her roomie could have two different expressions.

"Well no offense, but I'm happy with my one-headed self." She couldn't resist a quick tease. "I just hope Kayleigh doesn't expect more than dinner and dancing on the first date."

Raquel just leaned back with a smirk on both faces. She held a double-stare with Cyndi who finally registered and blushed.

"You...you wouldn't..." Cyndi stammered. Raquel had always maintained she'd never have sex with a guy until they'd been going out a month.

"You might remember what I said earlier," Raquel grinned. She reached over and pushed Cyndi's gaping jaw closed.

Cyndi noted that the right head said that last bit. She still wasn't sure...

#

Kayleigh lived alone, but not by choice. She'd grown up in a big family -- four brothers and three sisters -- and missed always having someone around to talk to or have fun with. Unfortunately, cops such as herself made for poor roommates simply because of their crazy hours. It certainly didn't help their housekeeping abilities; the mound of clothing gleaned from the untamed wilderness of her floor was a testament to that.

Thinking about her family brought a lump to her throat, as it always did. You'd think I'd know better by now, she cursed. She hadn't been welcome back home since she'd 'come out'; only her cousin Mike and her brother Sam still bothered with her. It hurt a lot.

Figures, she thought sourly. The date of the millennium, three hours to get ready, no clothes to wear and I'm depressed about something that I can't change. She concentrated on Raquel. Those toned thighs, that washboard stomach...and the two heads, of course. She wondered what it would be like, having a two-headed tigress go down on her. Knock it off, she told herself sternly as she added another dress to the slightly quivering pile of laundry. She said she's only curious, remember? Kayleigh knew full well what her fellow lesbians had to say about fems who thought that way, and none of them were complimentary. Then again, they had different unkind things to say about lesbians like Kayleigh who wore her black hair in a long braid, didn't have a pink triangle anywhere on her person, and thought Ellen Degeneres deserved to have her show canceled.

The final article of clothing had been rescued from her floor and added to her laundry basket. Very firmly, she put all depressing thoughts from her mind and focused instead on images of Raquel. In no time at all she was not only smiling but wagging as well.

#

Raquel held up another dress like a prison guard holding a prisoner on its way to the electric chair. "How about this one?" She'd decided to talk to Cyndi with her left head for the most part, since it seemed to put the porcupine girl at ease.

Cyndi stood at the doorway to Raquel's bedroom, hands planted firmly on hips. "It's got potential," she begrudged. "Pass it over here." Raquel did with a wince; it was the third most revealing outfit in her closet. Cyndi looked it over and tossed it on the 'reject pile'. "Nah, the tail-hole is stretched out," She snorted. "Without a tail, it'll show half your butt-crack."

"Oops, didn't think of that," Raquel said with an inward sigh of relief. She pulled another one out of her closet. "How this," she began, and almost choked as she recognized the second most revealing outfit she owned.

Cyndi's face screwed up into a grimace. "Purple? With your fur coloring? God, pass the barf-bucket! Besides, it's a little prudish."

"Cyndi, if it showed any more cleavage I'd pop out!"

"Only your top pair. Don't exaggerate," Cyndi sighed. "Why don't you just let me take a look, okay? You just sit down on your bed."

Raquel did as she was told, eyeing her roomie warily as the porcupine girl dived into Raquel's closet. In short order, clothes began flying everywhere followed by derogatory comments. At least she seems to have gotten over the fact that I've got a date with a fem tonight, she thought. In truth, it'd taken Cyndi all of three seconds to put that fact behind her once she remembered that, in her opinion, Raquel was WOEFULLY unprepared for tonight and they NEEDED to go to the nearest mall and do some emergency shopping. Raquel hating shopping and protested; Cyndi launched a devastating counteroffensive based on Raquel's desire to show off her new look. Raquel, much to her chagrin, caved. They'd spent the rest of the day shopping for jewelry, shoes, lingerie -- Raquel was still blushing over that one -- and lip gloss. They might still be at the mall had Raquel not insisted she had perfectly fine dresses at home to wear. She still didn't like shopping, but now it was because it seemed to take so LONG to get something you wanted. She drank the stares and gawking in like fine wine knowing it was for a different reason.

A flying dress abruptly smacked into her right face, followed by a particularly vile epitaph. "Watch where you throw those, would you?" She pulled it off to take a look at it. "Hey, what's wrong with this one?"

Cyndi spun out of the closet. "Pink? PINK? God, that's worse than purple!"

"But I like pink," Raquel protested.

"I know," Cyndi said with an eye roll. "Gods above and below, I know." She sighed. "If I don't find something soon we'll have to go back out and do some more shopping."

"Cyndi," Raquel protested, "It's after three o'clock! If we take as long doing that as we did the other stuff, I'll never be on time!"

Cyndi spread her arms and gazed heavenward. "Give me strength," she pleaded. She glared at Raquel. "First of all, it's Sunday so the malls close at 6:30 the latest. Second of all -- Raquel I love you like a sister but you are so naive -- NEVER be on time for a hot date!"

"I wouldn't call it a hot date," Raquel protested.

Cyndi raised one eyebrow, face flat of expression, and didn't say a word. Raquel's newly improved memory threw up the teasing she'd given her roomie earlier and blushed furiously.

"Gotcha," Cyndi giggled, and turned back to the closet.

Serves me right, Raquel thought ruefully.

I just wish I knew if I was teasing, came another thought. It was still hard getting used to the random thoughts that would occasionally flit through her mind but considering how on-the-mark they were she'd be foolish to try to stop them. Having two brains was definitely turning out to be better than having one.

"Aha!" Cyndi crowed.

A knot of trepidation clenched in Raquel's stomach. "What?"

Cyndi danced out of the closet with her prize. "I've never seen you wear this before." She held the dress up. "Why not?"

Raquel blanched as she recognized the most revealing dress in her closet. She'd bought it several years back on an impulse, and the memory of looking at her reflection while wearing it was still enough to make her blush profusely.

"Cyndi I can't wear that," she protested.

"Why not?" She chirped. "You'll knock 'em dead! It doesn't even have a tail-hole; you were MEANT to wear this tonight!"

"Can't we find another one?" Raquel pleaded.

"Hmm," Cyndi mused, glancing back at the nearly-barren closet. Well, I'm sure we could cobble together something a little more tasteful." Somehow she managed to make that last word sound like 'repulsive'. "It'd still require a return trip tot he mall, though. What time did you say your date was?"

Raquel looked at Cyndi's helpful expression and knew she'd been beaten. "Okay, okay," she sighed. "It's been a while since I wore it though, so I'll have to wash it." Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll shrink, she thought hopefully.

#

"Hi! Kayleigh, right? Pleased to meet you!"

Kayleigh shook hands with a red-quilled cheery porcupine fem dressed in slacks and a nice blouse. Kayleigh herself was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight sky-blue blouse with short sleeves and black pumps. "Hi," she returned nervously.

"Cyndi," the fem volunteered. "Raquel's roommate. Come on in, she'll be out soon."

Kayleigh followed Cyndi into the parlor. Under normal circumstances she'd be ogling the fem's nice ass, but with images of Raquel dancing through her head all other fems paled in comparison. "So how long have the two of you been roommates?" Kayleigh asked as they sat down on the couch.

"Since college, freshman year," Cyndi dimpled. "We've actually known each other since junior year in high school."

"Wow," Kayleigh blinked. That made a ten-year friendship, she thought to herself_._

"Yeah." Cyndi looked at her watch. "Well, that about uses up my stores of small-talk. Since you're the guest, I'll give you choice of my next topic: embarrassingly personal or philosophical? I'd add 'homophobic insinuation', but I'm not good with those."

Kayleigh gaped as the porcupine fem burst out laughing. She was so stunned that Cyndi had time to get over her fit of hysterics and wipe tears from her eyes.

"Gotcha," Cyndi grinned. "Two in one day for me. I'm on a roll."

Kayleigh couldn't help but grin back. She was going to like her. "You wouldn't be into girls, would you? I know someone you'd be perfect for."

"Sorry, I'm committed to my sweetie-bear Byron." She made a face. "He's working an overtime shift today, else I'd double-date." Cyndi glanced over Kayleigh's shoulder. "It's about time, roomie! Your date's here!"

"So I heard," came the dry response.

Kayleigh got up from the couch quickly. "Hi Raquel, you look...oh my god." She hadn't meant to say that, it just squirted out. She had no idea how Raquel had managed to get that dress on, but it must have involved a pact with the devil. It was a tight, black strapless tube that left her shoulders and top bare all the way down to the top of her first pair of breasts; in fact, it hugged both sets so tightly Kayleigh could tell she didn't have any bras on. Traveling downward, it skated across her lush curves, finally ending just below her upper thighs. The whole ensemble was crowned with black high heels, gold bows and a black purse.

Kayleigh gave her a nervous double-smile. "Hi, Kayleigh. You look very nice," she said with her right head.

Kayleigh tried for witty. "Wow," was all that came out.

Cyndi beamed. "Have fun, you two."

It was that which snapped Kayleigh out of her hormone-induced trance. Calm down and stop acting like a horny bimbo, she told herself.You don't want to blow this one.

#

Raquel's choice of restaurants -- Edouard's Bistro, a popular local fave on Union Hill -- seemed to surprise and delight Kayleigh. Raquel's offer to drive turned out to be equally inspired, as the husky's concentration level definitely seemed to be lacking. Raquel tried to engage her in conversation on the way to the restaurant -- talking to someone while driving was much easier with two heads -- but Kayleigh tended to drift off subject a lot, and the look in her eyes left no doubt as to the cause. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at Raquel like a sexual entity, someone to be desired, and it turned her on. The fact that it didn't seem to matter it was another fem disturbed her just a bit.

A plate of mussels marinara thumped in front of her. God, I've been doing a bit of spacing myself, Raquel chided herself. She smiled at the gaping waiter with her left head while engaging in small talk with Kayleigh using her right; for some reason she couldn't fathom it felt more comfortable.

"Is Dr. Balto your only relative in the area?" She asked the police husky.

"Hm?" Kayleigh seemed to focus on the present a little tighter. "Oh, yeah."

"Must be nice," Raquel murmured. "All of mine either live at the other end of the country or overseas...what there are of them." She shrugged. "I was a late-life baby for my parents; they were in their fifties. Heck, there's twenty years' difference in ages between me and my brother."

"Wow." Kayleigh looked interested. "So where do your parents live now?"

Raquel took a deep breath. "They died four years ago, within days of each other. Heart attacks. It's what they would have wanted." She managed to get it out with only a little pain.

Kayleigh reached out and squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old wounds." Her expression grew troubled. "I have more than a few myself when it comes to family."

Raquel squeezed the hand back; she could guess very easily what that trouble was. "Hey, it's okay," she soothed. "You don't have to talk about it, you know."

"No, I...I want to talk about it." Raquel caught the implied 'with you'. "I grew up with seven sibs, two sets of aunts and uncles on either side, hordes of cousins...and as far as they're all concerned -- with the exception of Mike and one of my brothers -- it'd be better if I was dead instead of going to hell."

Raquel winced. "That's harsh."

"It's true." Kayleigh was clenching Raquel's hand like a life preserver. "My own mother told me so. The original Bible thumpers, that's our clan. Praise the Lord, pass the ammo, the whole bit. It was kinda rough growing up...." Kayleigh suddenly trailed off, her eyes growing wide. Raquel was beginning to get alarmed when finally the husky shook herself and said, "I'm sorry, I've been a selfish bitch."

"Okay, that one went by me," Raquel said, now very confused.

"It's just..." She took a deep breath and looked into Raquel's right face. "Raquel, I have been thinking about you all night, how beautiful you look and...other things." She reddened briefly. "I never stopped to think about the tough times you had growing up looking the way you do. I was just reacting to you as a sex object."

Raquel was stunned. You know, that is the first apology I've ever gotten.

Mind you it was a different deformity but it's the thought that counts. Kayleigh tried to pull her hand away, but Raquel decided she would have none of it. On impulse she brought it to her right lips and kissed it, a move that surprised even her. "You listen to me," she purred. "Without going into too much detail, for the longest time I thought I was ugly because that's how people treated me. It's only recently I've been looked at as someone to be desired, mainly because I realized I am sexy." She kissed Kayleigh's hand again; the other fem looked ready to melt under the table. "But thank you for the apology anyway."

"Raquel," Kayleigh began, but she kissed her hand again. She liked the way the fem husky's fur felt on her mouth. It was that, more than anything that caused her to bring herself up short.

She found herself seriously thinking about having sex with Kayleigh.

I need to sort this out, she thought. With effort, she kept her internal conflict off both faces. "I need to go powder my...noses," she said. "You keep our table warm for me, okay? I'll be right back."

#

Raquel was thankful that the ladies' room seemed to be deserted. She was so distracted she hadn't even noticed if anyone was staring. She didn't have to do anything of course, but she had to sort out what she was feeling.

I just hope it's not too late. Raquel took out a face-brush from her purse and attacked the cheeks on her left head using the mirror as a guide

I think is was too late when I kissed her hand, she admitted ruefully. Satisfied with the fur on her left face, she moved to her right one and dug out a hairbrush.

Well, I'm still not committed to anything. It was a reassuring thought.

It didn't last, though. Oh who am I kidding? She ran the brush through the hair on her left head while finishing up with the right face. I love the way she looks at me, she's very sweet and God help me I find her attractive! What is my problem?

Maybe it's the whole fem thing. I mean, I've always been into guys. She put away the face brush and brought the hair brush to her right head.

Suddenly she was disgusted with herself. She shoved the hairbrush back into her purse with violence.So I just discovered I'm into girls too. Is it such a big deal?

She didn't have an answer. Which, she realized, was an answer all to itself.

She let out a long, happy sigh. She seemed to have released some inner tension and now was prepared to enjoy the rest of the evening. And Kayleigh, if it came to that.

Of course it will she purred to herself warmly. And if she doesn't make the first move, I will.

I have to watch those errant thoughts though, she considered. For a while there it was like I was arguing with myself and I lost.

#

As the minutes stretched into five and then ten, Kayleigh was coming to the dreadful conclusion she'd been dumped. She told herself it was just insecurity, that Raquel seemed to be really into the date, that the kiss on her hand meant something, but she couldn't help what she felt.

Raquel's return quelled those doubts for good; the tigress was positively glowing. "That must have been some powder," Kayleigh said. If possible, Raquel looked even sexier.

"I do have twice the noses," her right head purred.

The rest of the meal was spent in light conversation. Kayleigh, mindful of what she'd said to herself earlier, made every effort to keep her thoughts firmly out of the gutter. Not once did Raquel ask why she had become a cop; when Kayleigh asked if she wanted to know, Raquel blinked and said. "I just thought it was because you wanted to help people." It made the husky want her more.

She did have another bad moment in the parking lot. As they were going to Raquel's car, the tigress stopped with a stunned expression on both faces. "Omigod!" She looked genuinely very distressed to Kayleigh.

"What?"

"I have work tomorrow," the left head declared. A long pause, the again in a very scared tone. "Oh. I have work tomorrow."

"Is your job that bad?" Kayleigh wanted to know; Raquel actually looked pale.

"Uhmmm....I've been having problems at work lately," she hedged.

On a playful whim he slipped an arm around Raquel's waist and smiled up at her. "Then we'll just have to play extra hard tonight, won't we?"

There was a stunned pause as the words sank in. I can't believe I just said that, Kayleigh fumed to herself. She'd decided to let Raquel make the first move and here she was practically spreading her legs. She opened her mouth to apologize but Raquel brought a hand up to stroke Kayleigh's muzzle.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," she purred in stereo and kissed her with her right mouth.

If Raquel's words could be taken any other way, the rough and rugged kiss made it very clear what she meant. Kayleigh tried to give as good as she got, but her legs seemed to want to buckle. Them, just as Raquel let her come up for air, the tigress brought in her other mouth for a go. This kiss was tentative, much softer and gentler but no less passionate.

"That's not fair," Kayleigh protested when she finally got her breath back. Raquel had her wrapped up in a warm embrace.

"Too bad," she giggled with her right head as her left stuck its tongue out. "I'm not interested in playing fair."

Kayleigh snuggled up. "Well if you want to play, I have some games back at my apartment we could try out."

"I would love that," Raquel purred in stereo. "Very much. Right now."