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A note:

Peer pressure made me continue this, it was supposed to be a one shot, but after the response and views the first one got, I had to continue. So enjoy your hard earned chapter of "A Forbidden Love", I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Do not view this story if you are under the age of 18 as it contains acts of a sexual nature. Any product names mentioned are the property of their respective owner and are not owned by me, used without permission. If you have any qualms about incest I suggest you don't read this story, I have plenty of other stories without this in it that you are free to read.

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Tom and Lucy were not eager to part company so soon after they had professed their secret love for each other, as brother and sister. Yet, eventually, after many cuddle-turned-makeout-turned-passionate-sex sessions, they did, trudging off to their separate rooms. Neither could easily believe their new situation. Lucy was stunned that, through all of her boyfriends, all the men she had dated, the one who truly loved her for who she was had always been just beside her, inches away.

Tom, likewise, couldn't even begin to comprehend what had happened, one day he was a new high school graduate, eager to spend a few weeks relaxing before he headed out into the real world and the next day he had seen his sister in the shower, pawing herself like mad and screaming his name. Even though he knew it was wrong, he also knew that his sister, whom he had shared plenty of happy, innocent memories with, was the only one without ulterior motives for loving him. Both stayed awake for a long time, thinking about each other and the future before easing, exhausted, into the arms of sleep.

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Lucy was the first to awaken, and, though she had cleaned herself the night before, she discovered that some of her dreams were far from innocent. She dipped a paw to her dripping snatch, sampling the sticky mess that awaited between two of her slender fingers. "Aw... goddamn... son of a bitch! Why did I have to sleep naked?! My sheets, they're ruined!" She grumbles, stripping her soiled sheets off of her bed and lugging them to the washer. "Wonder if I should burn these or something... Mom and Dad are going to wonder why there are two sets of sheets in the wash." She mused to herself as she set the washer to do its work. She retreated back towards the bathroom. As she did so, she passed Tom's room. He was still out for the count but he always slept with his door open (he had no register in his room and he wanted to get some of the A/C from the hallway). She discovered that he too had slept au naturel. Apparently he was in a dream he was enjoying very much as his penis was at its full length, sticking out over his stomach. She stopped and took a couple seconds to admire his stiffened jackalhood, a flash of pink over his gold fur. She judged him from afar, silently calculating that he was about eight inches in length. "Holy... shit bro, I didn't know you had such a... gifted member, no wonder you felt so amazing inside me."

She licked her lips and tore her eyes away reluctantly, going over to the bathroom and preparing a shower, again leaving the door open, though this time on purpose in case Tom wanted to join her and since her parents weren't due to arrive back until the evening. As she stepped in the stall and turned on the water, a paw reached for her womanhood, a claw tracing around the clitoral hood, making her shudder as rippling waves of pleasure made their way through her system. She quickly pulled the paw away. "No! No... I'm not going to resort to that anymore. I have a mate, he will be the only one to please me now." To distract herself, she began to lather up. The first thing she used was expensive shampoo that she imported from Germany: "Das schöne Fell", which Google Translate told her meant "Beautiful Fur", a simple name for sure, but certainly accurate, as it left her fur not only squeaky clean, but also rather silky and somewhat glossy. On some days she was said to cause a glare. This standard wasn't good enough for her, for she also had French conditioner, which she again imported. "Soie à fourrure" which again, thanks to the miracles of Google, told her was "Furry Silk", an apt name once again as this is how her friends described her fur after using it. Even the unruly, scruffy, speckled fur on her back that jackals like her were so known for surrendered to this conditioner, leaving it indescribably smooth, perhaps eerily so.

This, combined with her looks, is why she was considered the queen of her class when she was in school. She however was nowhere near as shallow as the other "queens"; she always helped anyone, regardless of their social status and didn't hang out with the "cool girls" clique. For this reason she was universally well liked, but unfortunately, due to her looks, those that went out with her never had the same intentions as her. Lucy was romantic by nature; she received more gratification through cuddling than through sex. She always wanted to save that final step for when she knew that the one she was with was right for her. The ones she dated never had this in mind though, they only wanted be the one to first score with her, the last relationship of this sort only ending two days before. She was almost to the point of losing faith in men and just giving in to the flow when her brother reached out for her. He was always there for her before, no matter how much he hated her at times, he always harbored at least a little love for her. She just never expected the mutual love between them to manifest as it did.

The water fell steadily on her back as she stared blankly forward, the first pangs of regret going through her. She began to wonder of admitting love for her brother was the right decision. Then she remembered his smile. Tom never smiled unless: A) Someone got minorly hurt or B) Someone did something to make him happy to his very soul. (When he received his Xbox 360 for Christmas was the last such occasion). She knew that her brother would give her the love and romance she wanted.

She smiled and did a double rinse before stepping out of the shower. Seven sopping towels later she was dry and she made her way back to her room to get some clothes. Again, she passed by Tom's room and she peeked in. His erection was gone but no signs of cum were on his belly, suggesting his dream hadn't ended the way he would've hoped. She pulled her head back out and went back to her room, opening the bottom drawer of her dresser to see if she could wear something different today. Her large ears twitched as she saw a sultry set of lingerie that she had nearly forgotten about, given to her by one of her past boyfriends.

It was complete with a frilly pink bra, lace everywhere. It was just as racy as lacy, there was barely enough actual fabric to cover her nipples, a fact that made it all the more seductive. It came with a matching choice of either a thong or bikini panties. Thinking that she'd seem (more) whorish with the thong, she chose the latter. They were still plenty suggestive however, again, only having just enough fabric to cover the form of her slit, still showing her well groomed, smooth pubic fur through the thin lace. It was light brown and it only made her more beautiful. Only one guy had ever seen it besides her brother, back in eighth grade, when, on while playing truth or dare she had shown her naked body to him rather than answer the question. (It was "do you have a dildo", by the way) Normally she would have never have done this, but she liked the guy, Shane Rivers, an otter, the only one at the school, like she and her brother were the only jackals. When he saw her he literally had a nosebleed so intense he passed out. She knew that nosebleeds weren't caused by sexual arousal but she still had to laugh at the comical timing. She wondered where he was now, she hadn't seen him since she graduated, and despite how much they liked each other, he had never asked her out. She thought she knew why. Shane's family was very religious, very VERY religious. His mom would never allow him to go out with an "Atheist harlot" like her, she knew as she had received this same tongue lashing when she went to his house, blushing Shane standing helplessly in the corner. In all actuality Lucy wasn't even atheist at the time, more like a non practicing Christian, but to his mom, anyone who didn't go to THEIR church was a nonbeliever he had explained.

Returning to her train of thought with the panties she grinned, putting them on with her bra and admiring her looks. "Oh man... Tom is gonna LOVE this." She turned in the mirror, leaning down a bit. "Damn these are sexy... Tom's gonna be creaming himself..." She also discovered that her cup size had grown a little since she got them and the bra was rather tight around her form, making her nipples poke through the fabric that held them. She giggled. "Ah, well, one more thing for him to look forward to."

She crept into his room, stifling a giggle. She plucked a Jimi Hendrix best of CD off of his rack and then his portable boombox. She turned the volume up and moved it near the doorway. Seeing his was still just as asleep as before, she smiled and put her fingers to her lips, letting out a loud whistle. This made him wake up with a start, flinging up in bed and holding his head. "Gah! What the...?!"

"Oh Tooooooommyyyyy..." She said in a sing-song voice, turning on the boombox with her toe. A brief electric guitar intro faded in before a bit of feedback and then the famous riff of "Foxy Lady" ground itself in and she strolled in like a pro, her hips steadily swinging, her tail flitting from side to side as she slowly made her way in. Hendrix's sweet voice came softly, in a harsh whisper on the breeze. "Ffffoxy!" She ambled over and leaned down, legs slightly parted and hanging her undersized bra right in front of his eyes. He made a noise somewhere between a choke and a gasp as she let out a low, seductive giggle, not a schoolgirl titter but the laugh of a woman saying "come and get me!" Hendrix once again sang his famous line. "Foxy!" She bent over at one of his bedposts, lifting her tail, which slowly swung from side to side in the air, making sure he had a great view of the racy panties she had worn for him. She slid her chest up the post, nearly hugging it as Hendrix began to croon his famous song of lust. "Uh... you know, you're a killer, heartbreaker... Foxy..." She swung around with one arm, pulling herself up the other side, her chest pressed against it and grinding her panties against the impromtu stripper pole. "And you know, you're a sweet little... love maker! Fffoxy!" She smirked at him and gave him a wink, steeping back at the next part. "I want to take you home! I won't do you no haaaaarm no... you got to be all mine... all mine!" She swung herself up onto the bed post, hanging on with her legs and leaning backwards over his body, giving him a look straight down her bra. "Uh! Foxy Lady!" She, with almost eerie ease unclipped her bra in less than half a second and threw it over his head, a cup caught on his ear as he stared, not even fazed. The guitar bridge played as she slid down the post with a slight gasp as every ridge tickled her barely covered pussy. She fought the urge to moan out and continued as another round of "Foxy"s played.

Now topless, Tom was surveying her with lust in his eyes. She slid up and down the post as the next few verses played, her tail and movements timed perfectly to the music. "Now uh... I see you... all down on the seas... Foxy..." She did an expert reversal on the poll, swinging out to the other side like an acrobat, now staring directly at Tom, whose eyes were lidded in sheer disbelief that a show like this was being put on for him. "You make me, want to get up and uh...SCREAM!!! Foxy!" She hopped up off the post for a second and lied beside him, slowly inching down her panties with the next verse. "Now listen baby... I've made up my mind! I'm tired of wasting all my, precious time. You've got to be all mine! All mine baby!" The panties were on one foot and she flicked them up so that they landed right on Tom's nose, making him gasp out, accidently taking in the scent and nearly passing out. "Mmm! Foxy Lady!" After the guitar bridge, one of Hendrix's famous solos played as she hopped right back on the post, making elaborate flips and impossible positions all for one purpose, showing Tom her beautiful body. She ground her pussy against the pole, desire for him becoming heated as she began to pant out, looking back at Tom, who was panting just as heatedly, his erection ready and throbbing once again. The first chorus repeated one last time before a repeat of the first guitar intro fade in played and she flipped over, facing him, her legs and tail anchored to the post while she leaned forward towards his lips. "Here I come baby... comin' to getcha!" Her lips were only an inch from his when the post snapped and they both collapsed on each other in the bed, Lucy letting out a surprised shriek as the post fell on the ground with a loud thud, the CD player skipping. "F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f..." Tom and Lucy both looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically, Lucy quickly hopping off of him and turning off the CD player and hopping back on him, caressing his cheek, her pussy grinding against his cock. "Enjoy the show?"

"Oh my fucking god yes! How the hell did you learn to do that?"

She giggled again like a schoolgirl. "The internet's a funny place when you're bored." She locked her lips to his like she had first intended, her tongue wrapping around his.

He returned the kiss eagerly, paws running through her silky fur. He broke it for a second as they both panted in lust, looking in each other's eyes. "Your fur... it's so soft..."

She smiled back at him, eyes half lidded. "Thank you... brother..." She went straight for his neck, biting a bit of the tender flesh.

He winced but then sighed in pleasure, letting her nip at his neck. "You're not turning into a vampire yourself I hope." He joked.

She laughed. "Unfortunately not, oh well... you're cuter than Edward anyway..."

He smirked, his fingers wafting through little curls on her back fur. "So why do you do that?"

She shrugged, licking at the bit of blood that came from the tiny wound. "I don't know... it's kind of an instinct for some reason... and you taste so good bro..."

He licked at her own neck for a second and then eyed the thickened skin on her shoulder blades with interest, feeling an instinct of his own, slowly, he leaned down and bit slightly on the thick skin. She gasped, some kind of primitive instinct flowing through her and she leaned back, sweat dripping down her face, gasping out with slight moans. He gasped and held her back. "Ah! I'm sorry... did I hurt you?!"

She shook her head. "N-no... it felt... good!" She shivered. "Oh my god... that was amazing... I'm so horny now..."

"Biting your back made you horny?" He blinked. "-er" He added a second later.

She gripped her thigh as she panted. "It's some kind of instinct left over from when we were feral... some male canines bite the females back when they climax, so females built in a reflex that prepared the womb to receive the male's seed when bitten there." She wiped off her face. "Gone now..."

He slowly took in the information. "You always did pay more attention in science than I did."

She grinned at him. "I sure did." She slowly stroked his length, which was still throbbing from its show, and pushed him onto his back, licking and sucking the tip of his member. "Hmmm... tasty..." He gasped and growled lowly, letting her do her work. She looked up with a smile. "This will be my first blowjob for you..." Before he had a chance to reply she took more in, her canines tenderly scraping against the bottom, not hard enough to harm any flesh but enough to cause some stimulation. Her tongue helped this too, licking up and down his thickened shaft.

He gasped and gripped the bedsheets. "Oh my god... Lucy! Haaa!" She smiled and carefully bobbed up and down on him, her womanhood got wetter and she had to fight to keep her paws away from her slit. She gripped his legs and pushed his length as deep as he could into her muzzle, muffled murrs drifting up. He frantically tried to take another breath, gurgling in his throat. "Luuuu... Luuucy!!" He closed his eyes, claws tearing into the sheets. Her tongue lightly flicked across the tip, gobbling up the copious amounts of pre he was releasing. He desperately reached down as she bounced on his cock, taking a breast in either paw, giving them both good squeezes. She gasped and ran her tongue up and down his member fully, occasionally wrapping it around the thick pole and sliding it across him slowly. It twitched as she took her maw off, blowing a hot breath over it, licking the side, looking back up at him.

"You really do taste good Tom..." She said with a smirk...

He groaned, quite pleasured. "Glad to hear it... you're awesome at this..."

She giggled, her tail swaying. "I'm trying my best." She continued to lick up and down the side, murring and continuing to breath over it, her pussy dripping, begging to have it in her. With one last flick of her tongue over the tip, she took it all the way down to her throat, breathing through her nose. "Ohhh god..." He groaned louder, his legs twitching, grabbing her shoulders. "C-c-close!!!" Smiling, she went up and down like a pro with his entire length, gripping his thighs. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back as he hilted in her throat. "Cumming!!!" His thick seed flowed down her throat and she struggled to take it all. Swallowful by swallowful she took his cum into her stomach, savoring the taste,he ate well with a lot of fruits, so he tasted rather sweet.

Finally when he stopped, she went up, taking a deep breath, coughing on the bed on all fours. "So... much..."

He chuckled, panting on the bed. "Sorry... want me to return the favor?"

"No!" She gasped. "No...sex now..." She crawled over him, wasting no time and putting his now erecting member deep into her body, lying on top of him as she gasped in pleasure. "Oh yes! Feels so good!"

He nodded and thrust into her as soon as he recovered. "Wanna be on top today huh?"

She gasped, moaning cutely. "Y-yes! D-didn't paw this morning... cause I knew I was gonna be with you." She flicked her bra off of his ear, which he just noticed now with a chuckle. She lowered herself on him and got quickly back up, trying to move faster but lacking the endurance to do so. She whimpered plaintively for more, staring deep into his eyes.

Tom whispered in her ear. "I got it..." He grabbed her hips and hilted himself within her dripping tunnel, his pubic fur becoming soaked and matted. With slight grunts, he slammed into her again and again.

Lucy was more acquainted to the feeling this time, and even more able to appreciate it. "uh-HUH! Mmm-H-haa! M-more! D-d-don't stop! P-PLEAAAAAASE!"

He stared at her breasts, still thinking about the striptease. Her nipples were puffy, sticking far out above her fur. Raking his paws through her silky fur on her back, he leaned to her, clamping his mouth over the left one, his teeth softly biting, tongue flicking lightly over it. Her reaction was immediate, she let out a sharp gasp, pulling his head into her cleavage. "Oooooh! Y-yes! Tommy! Oh my god, Tom!" She threw her head back, crashing her hips down as his hips slammed up. She could feel every impact on her cervix, making her shiver and whine in delight. "Mmm! Harder, please!"

Tom slowed down a little. "Lucy, you might want to slow down a little, you're being pretty rough with yourself."

She whimpered, her claws making neat little rows across his back fur. "No! M-more! I want you to...HAH! Urg... fuck me... with all you... have!!! OH GOD!" She bounced atop him, her breasts slapping against her.

He shook his head, but nonetheless continued. His sister hadn't asked him to stop despite how rough they were doing it, so he figured it was okay. He gripped her shoulders and timed it so that when she sat down, he would thrust up, hard. He did just that and she was on the verge of climax, every thrust hitting the hard barrier of her cervix quite roughly. It began to soften slightly as each impact elicited a squeaky yelp. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!!! UWAAAAAAAA!!!!" She screamed in confusion as he suddenly shoved his entire length in her, his entire eight inches going in, an inch of it actually extending into her womb. She howled out and tears streamed down her cheek, her body shaking, flailing. "Oooh! Ooooowww..." She gritted her teeth, then sighed with a content moan. "Ahh... oh my god... it's in me..."

Tom yelped in surprise as he slid in further, seeing her reaction of pain. "Oh shit! Did I hurt you! I'll stop... pull out right now, hold on."

Lucy grabbed his hips and held him tight to her. She spoke with gritted teeth, in a rare moment of dominance. "You stop... I kill you..." She growled and bit at his neck. "Fuck me... fuck me with ALL OF IT!" She screamed, her orgasm only a millimeter away.

Tom's member twitched painfully, also ready to shoot a big load inside her. He held her shoulders with a crushing grip, grunting loudly as he clenched his maw, his entire length sliding in and out with almost a blur, the cervix now meaning nothing. Lucy's screams got louder and louder and louder, until finally, she snapped. "Ah! AH! AHHH! UWAAAAAAAHHH NYEEEEEEH!!!" Her juices poured out of her while she held his length with a crushing grip inside her canal. "TOOOOMMMYYYYYY!!!"

The pressure on his member was overwhelming and, breaking a terrible sweat, he howled out, his balls emptying every single last drop of semen directly into her womb, throwing his head back, arching his back, writhing in orgasmic agony, it felt so good that it actually hurt.

Lucy was having an orgasm to rival the gods, her vision blurred in and out, sounds distorted. She could physically feel her entire body pulse to the waves of pleasure that washed through her, except every wave was a tsunami caused by a ten point oh earthquake and her body was nothing but a rag doll in the storm. It lasted for what seemed like days, though it was only two minutes, though even that was long for such an orgasm. When she finally stopped, she was gasping deeply, desperately for air. After she caught her breath, she began to sway and finally she dropped face first on the bed, drooling, slightly foaming at the mouth. She passed out immediately.

She came to an half hour later to Tom's voice, echoing, it sounded desperate. "Llllucy? LLLUCYY! LLUCY ARRRE YOU OOOOOK?" She stood up with a slight groan, the echoing fading. "Lucy! Lucy, Christ... you scared me."

She blinked. "That... was indescribable."

"Try."

She thought for a second. "Think if you snorted ten pounds of coke and you somehow didn't overdose."

He widened his eyes. "Holy shit, that must have been like, dying and going to heaven, then dying again and going to some kind of super heaven." He smirked. "If heaven existed."

She shuddered. "You have NO idea..." She smiled. "Besides, heaven does exist bro, it's a women's orgasm."

He muttered. "Girls have all the fun..."

She poked his nose. "Don't forget you don't have to deliver babies... THAT'S hell."

He laughed and hugged her. "I'm so glad you're okay, and that I didn't like kill you or something."

"Death by orgasm..." She mused. "Sounds like something you see on the X-files."

"Or a very strange episode of House."

They both giggled and smiled, Lucy looked down. "Brother... I love you."

He sighed. "I love you too Lucy... but what happens... later on?"

She tilted her head. "What do you mean bro?"

He groaned and looked away. "Well... what... if we ever find love besides us? I mean... we can't have a child together, and we can't get married, and even if we could, how would people look at us?"

She kissed his cheek. "I will love you forever, I want to be by your side for as long as I can."

"I-I do too, but... someday, we're going to have to move on..."

She frowned and a tear formed in her eye. "Then let's make it last as long as possible, there's nobody like you Tom..." She whispered.

Tom hugged her for several minutes before they broke apart. Lucy snorted and laughed a little. "How are you going to explain that broken bedpost to Mom and Dad?"

He shook his head. "I got an idea... parents are oblivious..." He grabbed a remote for his Xbox from the basket near the console. It looked a little worn, the buttons were glazed over with numerous fingerprints and scratches and the cracks were filled with stray furs and dandruff. "I need to gather my chi for this..." He sighed and grabbed the remote, starting to pant, when he opened his eyes they were filled with rage. "YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!" He slammed the remote on the ground. "I KNOW YOU'RE USING A FUCKING AIMBOT!" He bashed it over various objects and then the broken bedpost, snarling with anger. "STOP HEADSHOTTING ME YOU MOTHERFUCKING NOOB! IF YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH TO PLAY WITHOUT FUCKING CHEATING, DON'T PLAY AT ALL!" He growled and continued to bash the remote, electronics falling out, case cracking, making many dents and splinters on the bedpost, when finally, it completely shattered into plastic pieces, as he panted. "Okay... I think that's good..."

She twitched a little, slowly sliding back in fear. "That... was scary..."

He blushed. "Heh... games are frustrating sometimes."

"If you can pull that off again, that's certainly believable." She stared at the broken controller. "You do realize you broke your remote?"

He strugged. "Didn't work anymore anyway, it was old."

She giggled and kicked her feet on the bed. "Well... I need another shower... which is funny considering I just took one a half hour ago..."

He laughed too before he smiled. "Wanna take it together?"

"Sure, but no funny business, otherwise I really might die this time."

"Alright alright..." He said as they headed off to the bathroom together, paw in paw.

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So they took a shower together. They both had to fight to keep their paws off one another; now that they had discovered their love, they had a lot of ground to make up. They parted ways in the afternoon, Lucy had to work that day so she had to leave, leaving Tom to laze around the house. He considered playing some Borderlands, and he was mentally wrestling which character to play, Mordecai or Lilith. "I feel like sniping some people... but assassinations seem kinda cool too..." He was still mulling the decision and was about to flip a coin when his phone rang. (The ring tone was "Love Spreads" by the Stone Roses) "The messiah is my sister... I'm her king and she's my queen... I had a dream, I've seen the light don't put it out, it's alright cuz she's my sister..."

"I wonder if I should change that..." He said to himself before he picked up. "Yello?"

Joey Marko, AKA the Black Cat answered. "Hey! Tom, remember that party that I was gonna throw? The one that my mom graciously fucked over? I rescheduled it for today, wanna come over?"

Tom shrugged and tossed the quarter he was about to flip onto the couch. "Sure man, I ain't got anything else better to do."

"Or anyone." Joey added. "Hey, speaking of, you gonna bring your girl over?"

He immediately answered. "Absolutely not."

"Oh come on! You're not embarrassed of her... are you?" There was silence on the line. "Or is it not a girl?"

He gripped the phone tighter. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! I'M NOT GAY!"

"Alright alright! Christ... jeez, I'm starting to wonder if you're lying about having a girl, it takes a lot for you to love someone and the Tom I know would show her off if he got one."

"My girl is not someone to show off like a trophy!"

There was a crackly sigh on the other side as Joey gave up trying to establish her identity. "Well, anyway it's starting right now, not a lot of people here yet, but they probably will be in a half hour or so, aight? See ya later man." He hung up and Tom flipped his phone closed.

"I'm going to have to be careful... Blackie is one persistent little bugger..." The last thing he wanted was to have him find out about his relationship with Lucy and he thought of how he could keep it a secret as he got in his car and drove to Joey's house.

The party had already begun and people were already in the house. Tom entered the house, filled with bass heavy music and various girls and guys dancing. Joey flicked one of his noir ears and strolled over, his thin, long tail hiking up. This tail is what gave him his nickname of the Black Cat. He was lupine everywhere else, but his tail was unmistakably feline. "You made it Tom..."

Tom glanced at the various people at the party, all of them were people from other schools, he didn't know them. Hence any girl that went up to him might not have been trying to use him, since they weren't part of the clubs that sent envoys to try and win over the hardest to get guy in school. Even as he entered, girls eyed him, some with glints in their eyes. He ignored them for now. "Yeah, I'm here, regrettably, but only because I didn't have anything else to do."

Joey shrugged. "Well, try and have fun dude... I saw a couple chicks have their eye on you."

"Don't care..."

Joey sighed and walked away. "Sometimes you're impossible dude..."

Tom couldn't help it. He was never really nice to people to begin with, especially girls. He tried in his early childhood, but every girl he used to have just wanted to play with his heart. They meant no malice, they were only kids after all, but he still took it hard. When he got to high school, where things got a bit more serious, he was determined to never let that happen again and he hid in a shell of sarcasm whenever anyone approached him. He sat in a corner and within minutes, girls were flocking over to him, four came at one time.

Tom was quick as a whip, shooting them all down in order. "Hey, you want a..."

"No that's okay I can get my own drink."

"My boyfriend is such a..."

"If he's a dick, break up, not my problem."

"What's your-"

"My name is Thomas Logan and I'm not interested."

The last girl just reached for her top and Tom just laughed. "Seen it all before, but I appreciate the view." The girls just stood there, the one letting go of her top and stormed away.

Tom laughed as they walked away when he heard another voice came from beside him."Well... that was efficient..."

The voice came from a female cat, with orange tabby cat fur. She had somewhat short red hair that was parted to the left, covering one of her eyes. She had sparkling orange eyes, pointed like those of a feline. She had earrings in both ears, several of them in fact; but despite her punky appearance she had a warm grin on her face. She was wearing a ripped tank top and he estimated her to be just under C-cup. There were several rips and gigantic holes on the skinny jeans she wore. Her tail weaved idly behind her, long and thin and it was embellished at the end with a ribbon, though it was black and had a skull in the center. She was just over six feet tall and towered over Tom. Tom blinked at her, and he wasn't as quick to dismiss her, though his instincts kicked in. "Didn't you get the message?"

"Yes, I did, Thomas Logan, but I'm not here to try and come on to you. You're sitting here alone, and it's fairly obvious you're not good at making friends."

"Don't need em..."

She giggled and sat beside him. "Everybody says that, but it's not true."

"Is for me, I told you, not interested."

"You'll notice that I'm not offering to buy you a drink, or lamenting about my boyfriend" She giggled... "boyfriend...ha" She said to herself. "Or... trying to take off my top, believe me, that's the last thing I want to do."

Tom couldn't argue with her logic. "Alright fair enough... so you want to be my friend, why? Did someone at my school put you up to this?"

The unknown feline was patient but still sighed a little. "You're the first person I've talked to, and even so, do you see anyone from your school here?" She was going out on a limb that he was the only one.

Tom looked around and saw nobody else he knew. "Guess not... so why do you want to be my friend?"

"A girl can't like a guy, but not want to hump him through the bed?" She smiled a little. "I just came over because you looked lonely, nothing more."

Tom cracked a smile. "Alright... fine, I'll bite... you want to be friends, so what's your name?"

She smiled back. "That's better, I'm Colleen Fitzpatrick."

"Irish girl?"

"Yep! Sure am..." She sat beside him and started to inspect the crowd, her eyes drawn to the dancers.

Tom was idly looking with her, a girl with large cleavage passing by. "Damn... what a rack..."

Colleen smirked. "Yeah... probably a whore though..." The girl stroked a boys chin, mouthed a few words with a sensual look on her face, and the two walked off together, the guy having a "I'm gonna get laid" look on his face. "Ah, yep." She chuckled.

Tom eyed the proceedings with the alleged prostitute then looked over at Colleen. Despite himself his eyes wandered down her figure, lingering at the meeting of her thighs and at her bust. He didn't want to admit, but she was sexy, and she seemed different from the other girls in a way he wasn't really able to comprehend. "So... why did you come to the party?" He asked.

"Same reason you did."

"To kill time and so the Black Cat would stop bugging you?"

"Okay... maybe not the same reason, I was thinking more along the lines of finding somebody."

"I've already got someone."

Colleen looked genuinely shocked and she blinked a couple of times. "Hmm, alright then,you do have someone, though considering how you seem to treat women that's a bit surprising, you didn't even mention that you were dating to those girls that came over."

"I didn't feel the need to, the world doesn't need to know about my life."

"Touché mon ami." She said, looking forward. "You know, you don't seem like all that bad of a guy... despite your brusque demeanor."

"And you seem like an okay girl, despite your obsession with five dollar words"

"Is it wrong for a girl to have a vocabulary that expands beyond 'sex, lies, and drama'?"

Tom stiffened at hearing this, his tone lightening. "No... nothing wrong with that at all." He smiled a little more. "So... Colleen, how do you know the Black Cat?"

"He and I share something in common..."

"The fact you both have feline traits?"

"No no... not that, but I'll keep it a secret." She purred. "Apparently, you don't know him well enough."

"He and I are best friends, though we argue half the time." He raised an eyebrow. "What hasn't he told me?"

She purred into her laugh. "Hah... he wouldn't like it if I told you..."

He sat there, thinking about possibly what he didn't know about Black Cat. They were there in silence for a few minutes when Colleen spoke up. "So... did you want to get a coffee tomorrow?"

"Ha! So you WERE coming on to me."

She gave him a look, one that showed that she was still tolerant, but slowly losing patience. "No... I'm not interested in people like you... and besides, who takes someone out at a coffee shop?"

He blinked. "You have a good point... alright, so you want to talk? I guess that's fine." He was warming up to this girl, he knew that there was something... odd about her, but he couldn't figure out what.

As he thought, Colleen's eyes drifted farther away from him and eventually behind him. Her eyes seemed to glaze over a little and she looked a little distracted. "Oh wow... that's one drunk girl..."

Tom tilted his head. "What the fuck?"

He turned around and saw what she was looking at. A black pantheress was stumbling around, her top was thrown aside and her breasts were hanging out. She tackled a guy with a lusty look on her face, speaking drunkenly. "Come on!! Ya know you wanna gimme a good *hic!* time..." A few girls dragged her away with a bit off effort, before she did something she would regret.

He just chuckled. "Heh, that's the definition of plastered." He turned back to Colleen, a sudden motion catching his eye. He could have sworn she jerked her paw away from somewhere.

She giggled coyly. "Heh, I'll say, that's beyond plastered."

He smiled at her before he twitched his nose. "Hey... you smell something odd? It smells strangely familiar..." He tried to think, but all he could think of was his sister. He abandoned the line of thought when he began to get hard, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

Colleen tilted her head. "Hmm... odd, I don't smell anything..."

"Hmm... must be just me then... so where do you want to get coffee?"

"Hmm... Tim Horton's? "

He thought for a second then suddenly froze. "My sister works there."

Colleen laughed. "Ha! So?"

He realized that this really wasn't such a big deal... in a normal situation, and he thought of ways to cover his ass. "Uh well... it's just that she's single... and she'll probably be a little jealous if she sees me with you is all."

"Well, they do have the best coffee in my opinion."

He did want to spend more time with this girl, he knew that she was different. Hopefully Lucy would understand that they were just friends. "Well... it's not like I care about my sister." He winced inside, it hurt him to say that.

She smiled. "I'm sure you actually do Tom... but anyway, tomorrow at two?"

He nodded. "Alright, I guess so, see you then Colleen."

"You too Tom."

He got up and began to wander around Joey's house. He stepped around a hallway and he heard Joey's voice. "Oh my god... oh Alex yes! Almost there!!!"

Tom crept to the door and silently tested the lock, it was open. He grinned and threw open the door. "Look who's finally getting yiffed!" He suddenly froze and turned a bit green. "Holy..."

Joey gasped, he was on top of a lithe grey fox, up to his knot being taken. His feline tail twitched, he seemed to be on the edge of orgasm. He didn't notice the Jackal at first. "Yes! Yes Alex! Fill me!!!" His eyes wandered lazily to Tom and his eyes widened. "T-Tom? W-what are you doing in here?" He realized his position. "Oh my god TOM! This isn't what it looks... oh hell... who am I kidding it is..."

Tom's stomach gurgled and he held his paw over his muzzle. He threw open the door to the bathroom and vomited his guts out in the toilet. He wiped off his muzzle and panted. "My best friend... my best friend is gay!" He broke out in a sweat, his heart beating faster as he started to lose color in his face. He thought of Colleen quickly, what she had said.

"We have something in common." The memory echoed back to him.

Carefully he stuck his head back out to the hallway. That same drunk pantheress was making out with Colleen, they were pressed together and the tabby cat leaned down and began to suck at a nipple. He groaned. "Oh my god... she's a lesbian..." He prepared himself for another round of vomiting, but instead began to get hard. "Well... that one's not so bad..." Colleen noticed him and she gave him a wink as she again pressed her lips to that of the panther's. He quickly flew back around the corner when she noticed, looking back at the bathroom, then his crotch. "Hope nobody has to use the bathroom." He quickly ran in and locked the door.

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