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Raven sighed, flapping her lips.

The black-maned, chestnut-brown horse glanced at the time.

11:59.

Nearly midnight.

She'd been at the drug store since 4, mostly behind the front register. The branch she worked for, on a street corner in downtown Indianapolis, was one of the company's '24-hour locations,' and Raven was covering for a coworker who'd decided not to get vaccinated and was now predictably sick.

Raven had already gotten her shots and didn't need to quarantine. So, here she was, working on a nice, spring weekend until 2 AM, missing out on who knows what!

The price I pay for being a team player.

She flicked her tail, glancing around.

No customers.

Just her.

The mare pulled out her smartphone, giving an irreverent wave to the security camera.

They probably don't even watch the footage.

She checked her messages.

The first thing she saw was text from one of her two brothers, back home in Maryland: 'Hey, sis! Finally got the house cleaned out today. Will let you know when sale is final.'

Raven looked away from the phone for a moment.

The house she had grown up in had been put on the market. With she and her siblings moved out and dad passing away from cancer last year, it was far too big for mom to live in alone. She didn't want to move. At all. But she was starting to lose her memory, and the kids had been forced to make the decision for her.

The mare blinked the wetness from her eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, sending a quick reply to her brother. She then jumped on social media, hoping to see something light and distracting.

The first story she clicked on:

'Amy Poehler Look-Alike Who Squirted Vaginal Fluid on Cops is FAKE!'

Raven tilted her head. Well. There was a lot to unpack there.

A bell chime interrupted her, indicating the front door was sliding open.

Raven quickly put her phone away, giving a smile-and-nod to the entrant. "Hello," she said in her 'I'm a nice and helpful employee' voice. Which, to be fair, she was! She got along with practically everyone.

The customer didn't say anything back. He just looked at her with intense, golden eyes. A feline. A jaguar to be precise, his pelt a vibrant orange-y tan, white on the neck and front. Spots, too. He was covered in them, inky and black, like natural tattoos. Though a few inches shorter than the horse, he was bigger in every other measurement.

Looks like it's all muscle, too. Damn! Who works out like that?

As the jungle cat headed into the back of the store, she furrowed her brow.

Wait a minute.

That face ...

I've seen him on TV!

The mare was a daily watcher of the morning news, always letting Channel 13 run in the background during breakfast. She was particularly fond of the sports updates. Baxter the otter. What a cutie.

She'd actually slept with Baxter several times over the winter, but he hadn't texted her lately.

Probably because he was starting to get emotional with you and you kept shutting him down.

Raven bristled. _ _

I was nice about it!

I wasn't trying to hurt him ...

_He knows that. _

There were no hard feelings on her end. All he has to do is text me, and I'll be there. As a friend. With benefits. But that ship had probably sailed. She needed to find another casual partner.

Relationships made her feel ...

Well.

Fenced in.

She had a hard enough time loving herself. I'm too curvy. My hide's too plain. I'm not smart enough. I'm in a dead-end job. How was she supposed to handle being in someone else's spotlight? She couldn't possibly live up to their scrutiny, and when they realized they'd made a mistake ...

Raven couldn't put herself in that position. She'd already lost so many people close to her. She couldn't handle another.

I wonder if mom's condition is genetic.

Am I going to lose my mind, too?

She wondered when it would happen. _ _

I'm probably a ticking time bomb.

Raven thought of Baxter again, and then remembered a pre-Draft segment he'd done last week on NFL free agents.

A football player!

The jaguar played for Indianapolis!

Defensive end? Pass rusher? No, tight end! Yeah, that was it. He'd made the Pro Bowl last season and had been signed to a new, lucrative three-year deal. They were gonna put a big picture of him on the side of the stadium. Only the team's stars got that kind of treatment.

What's his name, though?

She scrunched her face.

Guh!

Couldn't remember.

Shame he's not wearing his jersey, then I could just read it off the back.

Raven tried to spy on him using the circular mirrors on the ceiling in the corners of the store.

It's the off-season, and he's still in peak physical shape.

Dude's dedicated. _ _

Baxter was in great shape, too. The otter was an ex-athlete. Water polo.

Why have I been going for jocks lately?

That was rhetorical.

Perfect bodies and competitive urges? A virile combination.

The jaguar prowled the aisles, looking over the top of them to peer in her direction now and then.

_He knows that I recognize him, doesn't he? He's a predator. Of course he knows. He probably smells it on me. _

Is he coming this way?

Act busy!

Raven pretended to look up something on her computer screen.

The jaguar stopped in front of the checkout counter, patiently waiting.

The horse, realizing she couldn't stall any longer, put a big smile on her face and looked up. "Hello, sir. Find everything you nee--"

He pushed two items toward her.

A white chocolate macadamia protein bar.

Those things are just glorified candy. He knows that, right?

And a box of condoms. Feline type. 'Built For Barbs!' the package said.

Raven swallowed, ringing up the bar. Boop! Then the condoms. Boop! She didn't know why she did it, but she blurted, "Sure these'll be enough?"

The jaguar squinted at her.

Why do you have such a big mouth, Raven.

Uh, cause I have a fucking horse skull?

"I mean ... just cause ... " Raven started to get skittish under the predator's stare. "I know you play for Indy. The football team." When he still said nothing, she continued, "Probably have a lot of 'fans' wanting to spend time with you."

"You think I'll need more than twelve?" he asked, speaking for the first time. His voice, tinged with amusement, was so rich and rumbly. The epitome of masculine.

"Well, I've never been with a jungle cat ... "

"We can be a paw-ful," he replied with a playful smirk.

"I figured." Raven looked down at her computer screen. "That'll be 10.50. Cash or--"

He gave her a crisp, new hundred-dollar bill.

"Cash," she repeated quietly. "Right. I, uh, gotta mark 100's with a counterfeit pen. I'm not singling you out."

The jaguar watched her scribble on the fresh, green note. "Well?"

"It's real."

The mare gave the feline his change, but he lingered at the checkout counter even after he'd put the money back in his wallet.

"Did you need a bag?"

"I'm good," he said simply, staring her down, a predator fixated on its prey.

"I've got two hours remaining on my shift," Raven mentioned. "Just, uh, saying this randomly for no reason."

"Mm-hmm." The jaguar picked up the box of condoms, studying it. "This isn't my normal brand."

"Oh?"

"Normally get 'em online. Less people seeing, prying in on my business."

"Makes sense."

"Been in Florida since February, though," he mentioned. "I spend the off-seasons there."

"My condolences."

The jaguar grinned, liking the mare's spunk. "Back here for spring workouts, and my Indiana pad isn't well-stocked, so--"

"Gotta set out the bowls of contraceptives for those huge, lavish parties!"

"Something like that," he purred, before asking, "You said you've never been with a cat?" He planted one paw on the countertop. Then the other. They were big paws. No wonder he can catch a football. He leaned forward.

Raven played hard to get, whipped her head aside, sending her luxurious, dark-haired mane flying. "Yeah, well. You guys are kinda scratchy, aren't you?"

"Scratchy?"

"Sharp claws, sandpaper tongues ... " The horse's chocolate-brown eyes gave a downward dart.

He quirked a brow. "Barbs?"

"I've seen pictures ... "

"They don't hurt," he assured. "Back in feral times, maybe. So they say." He grinned, showing teeth. Very sharp teeth. "But penile evolution has come a long way since then. The only scratching they'll do is to itches you can't reach on your own."

Raven's fingers played with her mane, trying to pretend she wasn't sopping wet as she said, "Penile ... is that even a word?"

"Look it up."

"I'm not putting that on my search history. The FBI already has enough on me."

The feline chuckled, suggesting, "Maybe we should put it somewhere else, then."

"I told you, I'm not off for a while."

_He really wants me, doesn't he? Why? He's could have anyone. Models. Starlets. Socialites. A glamorous snow leopard on each arm. He just admitted he owns multiple homes. I'm a retail clerk with two roommates. _

"That thing got a blind spot, baby?" the jaguar asked, cutting to the chase and pointing his lazy, spotted tail at the security camera on the ceiling above her.

"In the ... in the back, yeah. Halfway down the, uh, left wall." Raven suddenly found herself flushed, her knees starting to shake. The way he'd called her 'baby?' Her voice got higher pitched. "Between the pharmacy and photo lab."

"Mm." The jaguar nodded sagely at this information. He put a paw on the countertop, his claws unsheathing. He opened the box of condoms and took out one. "How 'bout you lock the door and flip the closed sign over."

"I shouldn't do that ..."

"No, but you will."

"That so?"

"I get paid big bucks to score," the tight end said slyly. "It's my job.

"I know. I've seen your highlights."

"Not all of them," he promised with a wink.

Raven cleared her throat. This guy! What a smooth talker. Never at a loss for a retort, was he?

You're not seriously going to do this, are you?

Raven ...

She ignored herself.

The camera didn't have audio, but she made up a story anyway, pointing and gesturing as she said, "Batteries are, uh, straight back, against the far wall, sir. About halfway down. Yeah. That's ... that's where they are."

With a smirk, knowing he'd won, the spotted male nodded and shuffled backward, "Thank you kindly, ma'am."

"You can call me miss. Ma'am makes me sound old." She was only twenty-seven.

"Miss what?"

The horse fiddled with her nametag. "Raven."

"Suits you." The jaguar blew her a kiss, turned, and went to the camera's blind spot.

I still don't remember his name.

Well, I can't ask him now, can I? I'm in too deep! Or he's about to be ...

She couldn't risk ruining the mood. Besides, she'd never see him again after this. What did it matter?

Heart hammering, Raven left the checkout counter, approaching the front doors. Her hooves clacked on the floor. She peeked her head outside. Left. Right. No one was coming.

Here goes ...

She locked the door and flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed,' brushing her clothing down. She was wearing a t-shirt, a blue company vest, and a knee-length skirt. Checking her mane, made sure she was at her best before going to Aisle 6.

When she got there, the jaguar's pants were already around his ankles, showing off his thick, muscular legs and perfect, spotted ass. Among a lot of other things.

Raven swallowed. Straight to the point. That was for the best. They were in public, after all. Not like they could take their sweet time ...

... carefully rolling a condom onto his erect, eight-inch cock. Not as big as a stallion, but still!

The clear, thin barrier clung to his shaft, hiding nothing. Not the bulging vein on the underside. Not the tiny pale nubs decorating his glans. Satisfied the ring was secure around his base, he looked up at her, eyes shining like primal fires.

Were all apex predators like this? So brazen? Or was it just him?

Raven didn't know. She couldn't focus, her thoughts galloping away from her at warp speed. She imagined him fully naked. On top of her, without protection, in a big, warm bed far away from the world. And, afterward, she'd count each and every one of those spots and--

Are you crazy?

You just met!

The jaguar gestured at her, as if to say 'your turn.'

Raven nodded.

Right. Okay. Let's go ...

Audibly panting, heart hammering, the mare found a clear, glass freezer door and leaned back against it. This'll have to do. It was the only flat, vertical surface she could find in the blind spot. I'm not laying on this floor. Has it even been mopped today?

Her hands trembled.

Never had sex this close to so many frozen pizzas.

She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Light purple, lavender in color. They fell to her ankles. A covered hoof kicked them aside. She was wearing neon pink rubber 'socks' on both hooves, giving her body traction on smooth, slick surfaces. Combined with her baby blue dress, white t-shirt, and dark blue vest, she almost--

"Look like cotton candy," the jaguar said approvingly, a sharp-clawed paw reaching down behind her knee. He pulled her leg upward. "Gorgeous. I've always had a big thing for hoofers."

She bent the leg and hooked it around his hip.

He has a fetish for equines. See, Raven? There you go! That's the only reason he's interested in you. Probably gets off on the risk of getting caught, too. He's rich and famous. They can get away with anything.

"Arms around my neck," he ordered.

The mare did so.

"Other leg."

Raven hopped up, swinging her other leg around him. "I'm ... I'm too heavy for--"

"Baby," he purred. "You're perfect."

The horse blushed.

Yeah, but he bench presses more than my weight, so ...

The jaguar leaned into her, letting his weight pin her back while his paws stayed on her large rump. One of them did, at least. The other strayed, claws re-sheathing as his fingers traced the line of her vulva up and down, gently, reverently.

Raven closed her eyes.

He grazed her clit a few times, making the mare shudder. The cat watched her reactions closely, and then worked a finger into her passage. He moved it in and out a few times before curling it, purposefully pressing and prodding.

Raven's eyes popped back open, and she gasped in surprise. Her fingers curled, bunching up his shirt.

He'd gone for her G-spot.

The jaguar purred, pressing it harder.

"Ah ... hah!" Raven panted, her sex starting to spasm and wink around his probing digit.

"Atta girl," he murmured, withdrawing the finger. The feline made a slow, sensual show of sucking it dry before the paw returned to her rump. Foreplay apparent over, he guided her onto the tip of his cock.

Raven's nostrils flared.

The jaguar gripped her tighter and plunged in. All the way. To an immediate hilt.

She whinnied!

He leaned his forehead to hers. "I got you," he promised, pulling halfway out and thrusting back in. He repeated the motion, swiftly building to a steady rhythm, his large, furry balls audibly slapping at her rump.

Even with the condom dulling their effect, Raven still felt those barbs. He was right. An 'itch that only he could scratch.' The barbs were subtly inflaming her vaginal walls, bringing more blood to her sex. A false heat. And the only way to alleviate the heat he was stoking? Was for him to get her through it. He was both the cause and the cure.

"Keep ... keep going!" she begged.

"Yeah, girl ... mm, mmh!" he grunted, doing just that, humping her against that cool freezer door with a force that was surely going to thaw everything on the shelves.

Not only was the mare hot, but she was dripping wet, causing his thrusts to lewdly squelch.

Slick, slick, slurp!

"Hah, ah!" he huffed.

Raven moved her hips, trying to counter his humps, trying to do anything. But she was helpless. That's how the predator wanted it.

The jaguar licked her neck.

On instinct, the mare tilted her head, allowing it.

The feline's breaths washed over her body, fangs grazing above her pulse.

Raven had heard that jungle cats were fond of giving 'love bites' during sex as a way of denoting affection and ownership. But he wasn't going to give her one. He was just teasing. Probably just tasting--

The jaguar bit her.

Raven let loose a feral neigh.

He growled. A deep, rumbly sound as he continued to rut her with ceaseless energy.

Raven broke.

She just ... oh, she was! She couldn't! Oh!

Her pussy winked again, much, much harder than before. Crushing spasms, a tsunami of an orgasm. Her body! Oh, her whole body. The pleasure consumed her, a grand finale of fireworks lighting up her nerves.

The big cat blissfully hissed as she came around him, which led to his thrusts slowing, stopping. He was content to bury deeply in the mare and stay there, letting her powerful sex milk him and bring him over the edge.

His cock finally jerked. Vigorously, several times.

Each ejaculation ballooned the tip of his condom with warm, white seed.

"Uh! Uhhf," he growled. "Uhfff ... "

Raven could barely breathe. She just clung to him, listening to his noises.

The jaguar, breathing heavily, stayed in her for an extra minute, tongue licking at the spot of the bite. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered tenderly.

"It's ... no, it's okay," was all she said, almost initiating a kiss. But she held back. Please. Don't make this more than it is ...

"That was amazing," he said, nuzzling his nose to hers.

The mare nodded, cheeks burning. "Y-yeah ... "

It was.

It really, really was.

Baxter always made her feel good, of course, but the otter was a little self-conscious and very eager to please. The jaguar? He radiated an effortless cool, a devil-may-care confidence that was like nothing she had ever encountered.

Raven's buttons were thoroughly pushed.

The muscular feline finally withdrew from her, carefully lowering both her legs to the floor. He unrolled the used condom from his cock and tossed it in a nearby trash can, pulling his boxers and pants back up as he began to get limp.

Raven just leaned against the freezer door, dazed.

The jaguar fetched her panties and knelt before her, helping her put them back on.

"Thanks," she breathed, blushing beneath her hide as she pulled them the rest of the way up. "Thank you." She self-consciously smoothed down her skirt.

"My pleasure." He stood back up and flashed a million-dollar smile. "Maybe I'll see you around during football season?"

"You, uh, know where I work," she answered weakly, struggling to make eye contact. If she did, she afraid she was going to kiss him.

"I do." The jaguar combed his fingers through her jet-black mane.

Raven felt a lump in her throat.

Then he winked and turned, walking back to the checkout counter. He grabbed his things, unlocked the front door, and disappeared into the dark.

Raven stood like a statue.

What, now?

Blinking, she shook her head, mane flying in all directions. You're still on the clock, dummy! The store's supposed to be open. How disheveled do I look? I need a shower. She trotted to the front of the store, hooves clopping on the tiles. Flipping the closed sign to open, the brown mare exhaled as she slumped behind the register.

No one had pounded at the front door while they'd been screwing each other senseless, and the cops hadn't shown up, so--

Guess we got away with it?

Random luck.

Raven didn't believe in fate.

Her hairy tail flicked. _ _

After a minute, she looked at the time.

12:22?!

Raven closed her eyes. Still an hour-and-a-half to go.

Her nostrils flared.

I can still smell him ...

Blinking, she wrung her hands together, biting her lower lip, overcome with vulnerability.

He's not really going to look me up again, is he? He probably says that to everyone.

What's it to you?

You don't fall in love, remember?

Right ...

I don't!

I'm not.

She took a deep breath, fingers gingerly rubbing the spot on her neck where he'd bitten her.

That's not what this is ...

Another minute with no customers. _ _

Raven, phone in hands, found herself pulling up the Indy football roster.

She hesitated.

And then looked for his name.