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Unpleasant Developments, Chapter Six. Now featuring 20% more characters! By Jack Hampton.

Sylvia sighed heavily, creating a rasping effect over the phone. "Alright Luke, see you then."

"G'bye Sylvia, and sorry about dinner again."

She giggled, a high, tinkling laugh. "Yeeeeahhhh, about dinner. In your defense, I may have drugged your drink."

I fell out of my chair, not sure whether I should be horrified, or in hysterics. "Whaddaya mean you drugged my drink?!"

She immediately took an embarrassed tone of voice, speeding up her speech to get free. "Erm, nothing. G'bye! *Click*"

"Wait, Sylvia! Hello? Dang. Better ring up Allan. *boop boop beep boop*"

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a patient otter, but overseas phonecalls really get on me nerves.

"C'mon, c'mon, pick up. Yes, I will accept the bloody charges, just put 'im on!"

After the snotty Italian phone jockey patched me through, a husky tenor voice, complete with down-south Texan twang, greeted me. "Buongiorno, mi amore!, how's life in the States treatin' ya?" 'Eh, es mas o menos. Oh, my. That's Spanish, innit? No matter. How's Italy going?" His voice dropped an octave, wistful with joy. "Oh gawd, Luke, iss fantastic! The sights, the sounds, the people in the silly taxicabs! An' the food! 'Ave you ever had real, homemade Italiano cuisine? Iss friggin' great! Oh, sorry. So, tell me agin why ezzactly you've got to stay behind while the cat's on paid vacation?" I chuckled softly. Cats and Dogs, eh? "Al, she's still going to work, she just doesn't have to. Now, she's a nice girl, an' I'd like you to stop arguing with her. Remember, she's still my boss." "Awright, we'll kiss an' make up, kay? Good, see you in a week, Luke." "Bye, hun. *Click*"

After my nightly shower, I lay in the warm sheets, alone. My husband was gone, and my friends were all busy. I needed someone to talk to. And, while I'm sitting here talking to myself, what was Sylvia talking about? And, in a darker vein of thought, what would she do tomorrow? Little did I know, but someone would find it out for me.

(Scene change! The next day...)

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(Imagine film noir style music playing in the background, and the guy from Dragnet narrating.)

She was a sweet girl, she was... Her name was Megan. Meg to her friends, and Nutmeg to her lovers. Had a weakness for anime films and bell-bottom jeans. She was one of those girl-next-door types, but different. She was quiet, usually speaking in a soprano whisper as soft as velvet and as dulcet as toffee. She was a looker, too: 5'4, long blonde hair, and a fantastic face. But then, you got to her eyes. Almond shaped, and almond coloured, never looking in one place too long, her glasses were slanted inwards, giving her a seductive glance no matter what she was thinking. She could melt your heart with those eyes, and maybe your soul. Many men wanted her for her body, but the clever ones wanted her for her brain.

She was a shy girl, as I said, but she was also a computer wizard. She had two degrees in computers, and two D's in curves. And besides all of this, she was a hockey nut. She knew what the Flyers had for breakfast on every single game day that they existed. She owned hockey jerseys signed by every player in the league. She could, by her lonesome, easily defeat any Canadian you threw at her. And maybe a rugby player too. And all this in the shape of a quiet little mousegirl. Plus she was single; a real prize. She was a sweet girl, she was...

(Narration stops, as does the music)

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"Oh, c'mon! What did I do to deserve this?" The short, busty mouse was mopping furiously at her keyboard, unwittingly using her brand new turtleneck sweater as a paper towel. After a few minutes, she realized her mistake. "Crap! Oh, sorry everyone! Man, this was a brand new sweater!" She stormed off towards the coffee room, located only a few yards from me office. Walking right past a few of the other programmers, she peered into the pot. About half a cup was simmering inside, a thick morass of undrinkable sludge. She took a small breath, and turned to face the open doorway. "WHICH OF YOU DIDN'T MAKE A NEW POT!?" She sighed to herself, and threw open the pantry doors. Inside she saw granola bars, soda cans, practically any afternoon snack set-up you could ask for. Except coffee. The custodian, who Megan knew hated everyone in the office, had quite clearly ignored stocking coffee, rendering the employees bitter and spiteful. Yet another setback, and now she was getting pissy. "Grah! Rick! At least try to do your job right!" She stormed back past my office, through the cubicle labyrinth, and finally to the elevators. A gnarly, well-seasoned weasel in a dark set of scrubs stood by her. "Whaddaya mean, do it right? I been cleaning places like this fer years, missy!" She sighed again, wishing for fire powers for the third time in as many minutes. "Because," she growled, "You are a terrible stockboy, and that is all you shall ever amount to. *Ting!* Good day!" Frostily, she stepped into the silver lift and descended to ground floor, leaving one seriously steamed weasel behind.

She finally arrived at the supply closet, which she was certain had the last week's supply of coffee. She rested one small paw on the door, when a few voices popped up. They were too quiet to tell who they belonged to, but were quite clearly different.

"Shush! Sylv, get off for a second."

"*Shlurp* What's wrong? Did I bite you? Sorry!"

"Shhh! I think there's somebeast at the door."

"...One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand... Ok, we're clear!"

Megan blushed deeply; her boss was in the supply closet, loudly servicing someone! Megan didn't know whether to laugh, or just leave them at it. After a minute of indecision, the voices popped up again, this time completely audible: "OW! Ok, that time you bit me. Watch the teeth, please." Megan finally caught why this was so weird: the voice was clearly female! Megan couldn't have resisted barging in, even if she tried.

"Would you two please be so kind as to keep it...? Ohmigod! Ms. Blackthorn! Sorry, so sorry, I'll just be-" Sylvia chipped in from her position on the floor, her normally smooth, sable coloured fur matted all over. "Heh, heh, guess we're busted, Nikki." The tall, hermaphroditic otter immediately shuffled hir clothes back into some semblance of dignity. Shi gave a barking laugh, and smiled. "Yeah, guess we are." The image she saw that day would stick in Megan's mind for all of eternity. Her boss was on the ground, completely naked. A copper-haired otter with sparkling green eyes stood over her in wet panties, with a massive erection standing out from hir hips. Doing some quick mental measurements, Megan estimated that the otter's piece was at least seven inches long, maybe more. She blushed even harder, her normally cotton coloured fur turning a brilliant scarlet. She reached past Sylvia, grabbed a bag of compressed coffee, and ran out, tripping on her tail twice on the way out. In the silence that followed, Nikki had one thing on hir mind;

"Well, that was awkward. Er, Sylvia? You think you might go back-"

"Nuh-uh. Not after that!"

"Spoilsport."

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(We're back with Luke at this point.)

"Do-do-doo... gonna make myself some coffee... ba-do-do... GAH! WHO HAD THE LAST CUP!? IS IT THAT DIFFICULT TO MAKE A NEW POT?!"

Without warning, a small, blonde mouse came dashing up the corridor and crashed into me, quite clearly tripping on her tail.

"Ow! Meg, d'ya mind watching who you tackle?"

"Oops, sorry sir."

"It's Luke, 'sir' just sounds poncey. Just be more careful next time, kay? Also, where's the coffee?"

Her eyes grew even larger and more panic-ridden than normal.

"Er, we're out."

"Oh, well, there's some in the supply closet-"

"NO! No, I brought some, and now there's none in there."

"Okaaaay... Then what is in there, huh? Heh-heh..."

She brought me in close, her voice growing even harder to hear.

"Keep it under your hat, but I saw Ms. Blackthorn in there with someone... doing things!"

"Tell me... was the other furson an otter, about yea high, copper hair? And, did the other one have... something else?"

She squeaked, widening her eyes to the point where I thought they fell out. "Yes, she did. She had a PENIS!"

I tried shrinking myself into a little ball. That's not something you yell in public, I thought.

"That's not something you yell in public, Megan. Especially around your coworkers."

"Oops, sorry si- er, Luke. But how did you know?"

"About Nikki and Sylvia? Well, I introduced them to each other."

She stared up at me, eyes sparkling with admiration. "You got Ms. Blackthorn a date? Wow..."

I reached for the coffee pot, trying to escape this conversation ASAP. "Oh, she's not so bad once you get to, um, know her"

"Know her, like know her know her?"

"You caught that, eh? Well, it wasn't my choice, but since I hooked her up, she's left me alone and seems happier, no?"

"If you could get her a date, d'ya think you could get one for me?"

My now boiling coffee splattered on to my new wing-tip shoes.

"Are you being serious? I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm not a dating service."

She looked crestfallen, like no one has ever looked before. Her tail fell limp, her whiskers drooped, and her fur even seemed to darken a shade. "Oh, um, okay... sorry to waste your time..." Off she walked, once again tripping on her overly long tail. Women have an interesting way of changing moods, and manipulating minds. Watching her shuffle off, I felt as though I had just stabbed a puppy.

"Oh, what the heck, Stay after work tomorrow, and bring some fancy clothes. I'll see if we can't get you a date."

Using all her hockey player like strength, she came rushing up and hugged me to the ground.

"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou! Mmmwah! Should I style my hair? What should I dress in?"

"*Choking*"

"Oop, sorry Luke! Thanks again!"

Before I could recover my breath or realign my ribs, she was sashaying off down the halls. I grabbed for my mobile. There was only one place to go, and more specifically, one guy to talk to.

"Dooooooooop... Dooooooooooop... 'Y'lo? Luke, whaddaya want at this hour, I'm really busy!"

"Sorry to interrupt, Toby, but I need two places left open at the Crook and Cross-spar, tomorrow at seven."

"Oh, you and Al got a date planned?"

"No, nothing like that, a girl from work needs someone to hook up with, and you're the one guy I know who can set her up."

"I appreciate that thought. I'll bring some of my friends over. Thanks for using Toby's TopMatch dating service."

"Thanks a lot! Bye, bro!"

"Haha! You haven't called me that in years, Luke. Why the sudden change in tone?"

"Because 'little brother' makes you sound twelve."

"True enough. See ya then, Luke."

"Bye, Tobes. *Click*"

I hung up, and drove home. I had twenty seven hours to get dressed for a night on the town. Little did I know it then, but that night would be a night no one could forget.

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Yeah, I know this one was short. So, how'd you like it? If you read all the way through, I'd like you to pick from any of the ideas in my journal, "Can't Keep a secret." Anyone who votes gets a sneak peek at the next couple chapters. Also, I tricked you all! I added two new characters! HAHA! The mousegirl is one of my best friends, and Toby's my younger brother. I put him in to celebrate his coming-out as a furry! Love, as always, A&J Hampton.