{"sf1_id":2092760,"sf2_id":"A1pEEj2e","title":"Pilot In Command","author":"marumarun","words":58338,"posted_at":"2024-01-12T02:58:00.000Z","tags":["ADHG","Adhg/","Age Difference","Cat","Creampie","Dom/sub","Drama \u0026 Romance","Dubious consent","F/M","Face-sitting","Female Anthro/Male Human","Femdom","Furry","Gender Role Reversal","HMOFA","Hand jobs","Heat","Hmofa/","Interspecies Relationship(s)","Interspecies romance","Interspecies sex","Massage oil","Mating Bites","Mating Cycles/In Heat","Original Furry Character(s)","Original Human Character(s)","POV Second Person","Romance","Rough Oral Sex","Scent Kink","Vaginal Sex","estrus","insecurity","scent marking","scratching"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2092760-pilot-in-command","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pEEj2e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c0/35/c0353bf6-af10-4863-bf9e-fb5c5e8e1c1a","description":"A story about a cat pilot still stuck in the past, and a poor ramp agent who will be groped a lot.\nExpect a lot of sexual harassment.\nCopy-pasted directly from AO3.","content":"## Pilot in Command\n\n### [marumarun](https://archiveofourown.org/users/marumarun/pseuds/marumarun)\n\n### Summary:\n\n\u003e A story about a cat pilot still stuck in the past, and a poor ramp agent who will be groped a lot.  \n\u003e Expect a lot of sexual harassment.\n\u003e \n\u003e For /adhg/\n\u003e \n\u003e I\u0026nbsp;probably\u0026nbsp;won't format this into a regular format\u0026nbsp;until\u0026nbsp;even though\u0026nbsp;it's finished.\n\n### [Chapter 1](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/110622291)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003e\"10 miles per hour! The ramp speed limit is 10 MILES PER HOUR! Just because a belt loader can hit 25 doesn't mean that it should.\"  \n\\\u003eYou are getting chewed out by a literal ramp rat.  \n\\\u003eHer eyebrows are knitted in frustration as she sighs.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't want to see you guys splattered all over the tarmac, no matter how badly it needs a paint job. And put on your damn seat belts!\"  \n\\\u003eTo your left, a cheetah has her paws over her lips, holding back laughter.  \n\\\u003eShe's none other than your partner in crime, Sabrina.  \n\\\u003eSabrina unsuprisingly has a runner's build, but is deceptively powerful due to chucking bags all day.  \n\\\u003eHer well toned legs are as thick as your head, and you've seen how fast they can carry her.  \n\\\u003eGranted, you've only seen her dash to grab free coffee and donuts in the morning.  \n\\\u003eShe tries to poke you with her elbow, but given the height difference, it's more like being jabbed in the side of your head.  \n\\\u003e\"Watch this,\"  \n\\\u003eshe says with a wink.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey boss, you know I can hit like 50 on foot, right?\"  \n\\\u003e\"That's-\"  \n\\\u003e\"Like this!\"  \n\\\u003eYour boss is cut off by a gust of wind as Sabrina blasts through a door.  \n\\\u003eThe door slams into the wall, rattling off it's poor, abused hinges.  \n\\\u003eDust motes and dirt kicked up into a cloud starts to settle on the top of your heads.  \n\\\u003eYou watch your supervisor's face start to redden.  \n\\\u003eYou think you can see her whiskers crinkle and start to fizzle.  \n\\\u003e\"Safety violation, safety violation, you're all getting tickets...you'll all pay...\"  \n\\\u003eshe mumbles under her breath.  \n\\\u003eYou raise your hand.  \n\"Well, if that's all, I think I'll take my leave.\"  \n\\\u003eYou about face and take one step before you feel the rat's paw grab your shoulder.  \n\\\u003e\"You're not dismissed yet.\"  \n\\\u003eYou curse your feeble human legs and their slow speed.  \n\"I'm sorry, I won't get caught- I mean, I won't do it again.\"  \n\\\u003eYou quickly correct yourself.  \n\\\u003eShe sighs again.\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't like being a hardass, but I can't cover for you goofing around every time.\"  \n\\\u003e\"The manager might be sweet on you since you're the only boy on the below the wing,\"  \n\\\u003eshe starts.  \n\\\u003e\"-but it doesn't matter how hard you work if you can't tone it down a bit.\"  \n\\\u003eYou actually start to feel a little bad now, even though you're being scolded like a child.  \n\"I'll try to keep out of trouble, for real this time.\"  \n\\\u003eyou apologize.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't get all swept up in Sabrina's nonsense. Now get out there and make me proud!\"  \n\\\u003eShe slaps your back a bit too hard.  \n\\\u003eYou go and stand with your other coworkers, sans Sabrina.  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like she really gave it to ya,\"  \n\\\u003e\"More like she wants to give it to ya!\"  \n\\\u003eYou look to the trio of hyenas leaning against a wall.  \n\\\u003eThey start cackling as they strut up to you.  \n\\\u003eOne circles around to your left, while the other two flank your right.  \n\\\u003e\"She's definitely not enough woman for ya though.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Not like me.\"  \n\\\u003eThe leader of the pack comes into view.  \n\\\u003eShe's absolutely massive, dwarfing your manlet self.  \n\\\u003eHer biceps look like tree trunks.  \n\\\u003eYou're pretty confident she could break a baseball bat just by flexing.  \n\\\u003eIf she wanted to, she could just hoist you over her shoulder and carry you away.  \n\\\u003eAs long as you don't run into her in a dark alley, you probably won't get dragged into an old rusted out Lincoln.  \n\\\u003eProbably  \n\\\u003eA massive paw the size of your head cups you under the chin.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I'd make a real mess of you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe licks her lips with her massive tongue and crouches down to eye level.  \n\\\u003e\"Once you get a taste of yeen pussy, you'll never go back.\"  \n\\\u003eGross, you swear she's huffing your scent right now.  \n\\\u003e\"I bet you want it, dressed like that. You humans are always talking about how cold you are, and you come here showing all that skin.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're just wearing shorts and a tank top, nothing strange to your knowledge.\n\n\\\u003e\"If you ever want to be mommy's little slut we can pass you around for a bit.\"  \n\\\u003eShe cackles before letting you go.  \n\\\u003eYour supervisor stands in front of the gaggle of people drinking coffee and claps her hands.  \n\\\u003e\"Alright ladies, we got a busy day today! It's the Anthro Expo so we'll be seeing about quadruple the number of flights for the next week!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Bring your best because we'll be clocking a lot of overtime. Manager's bringing lunch for us around 1. Get to your assignments ASAP.\"  \n\\\u003e\"And remember, the company's counting on you!\"  \n\\\u003eTalon Air.  \n\\\u003eIt's the only anthro-owned airline made specifically for anthros.  \n\\\u003eCreated by a some Korean War ace in the 60's, it's niche customer base has left it as a regional company for decades.  \n\\\u003eMore than that though, the cost of accomodations for all types of passengers, and lower seat count has created a huge overhead preventing it from expanding.  \n\\\u003eGlobal airlines also have it cornered, with several large companies squabbling over shares to try and buy out the company.  \n\\\u003eThis focus on anthro customers is also reflected in the staffing as well.  \n\\\u003eAll of the ground service is almost exclusively female and non-human.  \n\\\u003eHuman strength just can't compete with it's betters.  \n\\\u003eAs far as you know you're the only human working for the company in the whole airport, maybe even the whole midwest.  \n\\\u003eThat's only counting the ground, through.  \n\\\u003eAbove the wing, flight attendants and service desk employees are soft, waifish boys hired to titillate the customers.  \n\\\u003eThey might be the only other people that get sexually harassed more than yourself.  \n\\\u003eBut it's not so bad being a diversity hire.  \n\\\u003eYou got a $4 pay raise upon hiring due to \"work experience.\"  \n\\\u003eWhat work? Literally the number of years you've held ANY job.  \n\\\u003eThat was your first time seeing that.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like the pay only covers the harassment from everyone but the yeen squad.\n\n\\\u003eYou definitely want a large bonus for tolerating them.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit hard to admit, but MOST of the attention you get is a bit flattering.  \n\\\u003eJust don't ever show weakness and let them fluster you.  \n\\\u003eYou learned that at your last job at Stagbucks.  \n\\\u003eDone with your musing, you step outside the break room while tossing on some hi-viz.  \n\\\u003eWhile waiting for a shuttle, you get distracted by a sharp whistle.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey kid, get in, I've got candy in the back.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's your friend Sabrina, calling out from a tug tractor, arm hanging lazily out the window.  \n\\\u003eRolling your eyes, you hop in the passenger's side.  \n\"Do we got any work yet?\"  \n\\\u003eyou ask.  \n\\\u003e\"Nothing's going out for a while, but we got a few CRJ's going out later.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Just sit back and relax, we'll go grab some bags in a bit.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans back as much as her gigantic frame allows.  \n\\\u003eDoesn't keep her from cracking her head against the ceiling after hitting the slightest imperfection on the road.  \n\\\u003e\"So the rest of the girls giving you much trouble?\"  \n\"Nothing more than the usual. If it wasn't for you, May, and Lisa, I'm sure I'd already had my pants stripped off more than once.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina and some the other girls are thankfully all married.  \n\\\u003eSabrina herself is in her 30's, acting somewhere between an older sister and work mom.  \n\\\u003eThe only harassment that comes from her is invitations to BBQ's with her and her husband.  \n\\\u003eThat doesn't stop her from trying to hook you up with the absurd number of sisters she has, however.  \n\\\u003eHer husband smokes a mean pork butt though.  \n\\\u003eThere's only 2 other people that aren't married or in the yeen squad on your team.  \n\\\u003eOne is a crocodile girl trying to work while getting her aircraft maintainance certification.  \n\\\u003eThirsty as hell, but respectful and a good teammate otherwise.  \n\\\u003eShe brings in home baked sweets for the team all the time.  \n\\\u003eShe's even brought in a whole cooler filled with sweet tea.\n\n\\\u003eThe last one honestly terrifies you.  \n\\\u003eShe's the tallest girl, happening to be a wolf almost 8 feet tall.  \n\\\u003eUnkempt with a smell that proves she does not wash her hands after jilling off.  \n\\\u003eAnd always writing things in a pocket notebook angrily.  \n\\\u003eYou've literally seen her steal a hi-viz vest of yours after pressing it to her face and smelling it.  \n\\\u003eIf she shoots up the place, luckily you'll be one of the ones that gets to live.  \n\\\u003eSabrina turns to you.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, so me and the husband are having a cookout this weekend.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Chicken wings for days. You gotta try my wing sauce I make too.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Home-made hot sauce and all.\"  \n\"Are any of your sisters going to be there?\"  \n\\\u003eyou ask.  \n\\\u003eShe winces and starts scratching the back of her head.  \n\\\u003e\"So there's my older sister, my mom and dad, and my sister Lucy. You met her last time.\"  \n\"Yeah, I remember meeting her. Real sweet girl.\"  \n\\\u003e\"The hubby's bringing his friends too.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Aaaaaand...\"  \n\\\u003eshe starts.  \n\\\u003e\"The twins might be coming...?\"  \n\\\u003eYou start pinching your brow in frustration.  \n\"How could I forget them? They only chased me around the yard for 2 hours, literally.\"  \n\\\u003e'Show us your dick! We want to see your dick!'  \n\\\u003eYour legs eventually cramped up.  \n\\\u003eThey did see your dick, forcefully.  \n\\\u003eIt was a nightmare.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, cut them some slack.\"  \n\"They pantsed me! Sexually!\"  \n\\\u003eyou shout.  \n\"Like I didn't have that happen enough in high school.\"  \n\\\u003e\"They're still just kids.\"  \n\"They're nineteen!\"  \n\\\u003e\"I meant relatively.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Just give them a chance. I grew up with my husband. How else did you think I landed him?\"  \n\\\u003eShe sighs and puts her hand on her cheek.  \n\\\u003e\"On the plus side, there's a pretty high chance you could get a threesome going. Just don't end up in the hospital.\"  \n\"I'll pass, thanks.\"  \n\\\u003eA smug and fittingly catlike grin spreads across her face.  \n\\\u003e\"I forgot we had such a cute young man, saving his purity for the one he loves!\"\n\n\"I'm not some mormon. I'm just trying to avoid being a chew toy for a gang of hyenas. Are you suggesting I hook up with little miss Columbine there?\"  \n\\\u003eShe is pressing her face against the window of her vehicle next to yours.  \n\\\u003eYou can see the grease from her mop of hair, cut into the classic faceless hentai protagonist look.  \n\\\u003eThe window is completely fogged over, and she's doing SOMETHING with her hands near her lap.  \n\\\u003eHopefully she's just writing in her impromptu Death Note again.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm just saying you need to live a little. You're only in your 20's once. And all of my sisters are lovely young ladies.\"  \n\"They're probably too 'fast' for me. Oh, our luggage is ready!\"  \n\\\u003eYou quickly change the subject.  \n\\\u003eYou and Sabrina finish up some light breakfast before getting to work towing some baggage carts.  \n\\\u003eAs you arrive, it looks like the the rest of the girls are hard at work.  \n\\\u003eYou have a lot of disparaging things to say about the hyenas, but at least they pull most of the weight of the team.  \n\\\u003eToss bags onto a belt, rinse and repeat.  \n\\\u003eAt least most of the girls down here are your friends, enjoying some light banter with everyone.  \n\\\u003e\"Try to keep up softie!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Work those little muscles!\"  \n\\\u003eAll sorts of playful remarks are had at your expense, mixed in with conversation and bitching about the job.  \n\\\u003eAll the while the wolf girl is muttering something under her breath while staring at you.  \n\\\u003eYou swear you heard something about \"sluts\" and \"hot, sweaty dick.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're lifting a particularly heavy bag when a pair of arms shoot underneath yours to grip the bag.  \n\\\u003e\"L-Let me help...\"  \n\\\u003eOh god it's her, you're trapped in a hug by this beast.  \n\\\u003eYou can smell her panting on you.  \n\\\u003eHuh, suprisingly fresh and minty.  \n\\\u003eToo bad the rest of her doesn't smell as good.  \n\\\u003e\"You're so small and c-cute. And you smell good.\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel a lick behind your ear.\n\n\\\u003e\"You have to w-wash behind your ears...\"  \n\\\u003eShe wordlessly releases you, and somehow no one else noticed this exchange.  \n\\\u003eAs you look behind you, you see the pilot doing a walk around the plane.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing clean pressed pants with leather shoes that shine in the sun.  \n\\\u003eSlung over her shoulder is the classic navy jacket, her arms exposed in a white short sleeved shirt.  \n\\\u003eFour stripes adorn the epaulets of her uniform.  \n\\\u003eHer pure white fur sparkles in the light, just barely concealing light but defined muscle.  \n\\\u003eHeterochromia, that's the next thing as her eyes wander along the underside of the plane.  \n\\\u003eOne eye is a pool of deep sky blue, with the other reflecting forest green.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey human, pick up the pace or I'll drag you up here with me!\"  \n\\\u003eone of the hyenas shouts at your distracted self.  \n\\\u003eYou see the cat's ears point in your direction at the mention of a human.  \n\\\u003eThey betray the disinterest she's projecting as she slowly walks around your operation.  \n\\\u003eShe suddenly turns toward the group.  \n\\\u003e\"Hard at work, I see. Good job, ladies. Keep safe out in this heat.\"  \n\\\u003eHer eyes flit to you.  \n\\\u003e\"I have to wonder why they have a sweet thing like you out here hauling suitcases.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You obviously belong up in the cabin with me. You're too cute to be out here straining your poor body.\"  \n\\\u003eYou start sweating even harder as her eyes dance over your body.  \n\\\u003e\"I like the tan though, all natural, unlike those spray-tanned idiots up top.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're speechless as you watch her violate you with her sharp eyes.  \n\\\u003eAnd all of the sudden you drop the extra-large anthro-sized luggage you were holding.  \n\\\u003e\"Woah there, sweetcheeks. Let me show you how to do it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe grips your shoulder and hip as you pick up the bag.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't lift with your back,\"  \n\\\u003eYour shoulder is pushed down, putting you in a squat as her paw slides around to your rear.\n\n\\\u003e\"Lift with your thighs and rump. Nice and firm.\"  \n\\\u003eShe suddenly thrusts her lower hand forward, pushing your hips forward and causing you to straighten out.  \n\\\u003eHer hand is cupped around one of your asscheeks.  \n\\\u003eThen you suddenly feel sharp pricks.  \n\\\u003eShe's dug her retractable claws right into your tender flesh.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy. I'll be back in town after the flight back tonight.\"  \n\\\u003eShe drags her claws up with a flourish as you hear a rip of fabric.  \n\\\u003e\"Ciao!\"  \n\\\u003eShe throws a mock salute as she slowly walks along the remainder of the plane.  \n\"...woah.\"  \n\\\u003eis the only thing you manage to choke out while still cluching the back.  \n\\\u003e\"Kid! Kid! You alright!\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina shakes you by the shoulders.  \n\\\u003e\"I can't believe she got her claws into him already!\"  \n\\\u003e\"No class.\"  \n\\\u003e\"How disrespectful...\"  \n\\\u003eEveryone is absoluetly flabbergasted at the scene that just played out.  \n\\\u003eYou think you can hear the wolf.  \n\\\u003e\"Now he can never get married... but I'll take him even though he's used goods...\"  \n\\\u003eyou hear her say under her breath.  \n\"Yeah, I'm fine everyone, just a bit suprised.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Suprised!? You're really dense, but she just marked you! Well, only a little bit, but still!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Look at your poor shorts! You got some scratches all the way through.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina ducks down to directly look at your wound.  \n\\\u003e\"Not too deep... That's good. You need to make a complaint to HR about Captain Claw over there.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Underwear...underwear...\"  \n\\\u003ethe wolf mutters.  \n\"Just drop it, I said I'm fine, really. It doesn't even sting.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say, trying to drop the subject.  \n\\\u003eSabrina spins around you to look you in the eye.  \n\\\u003e\"You're being too stubb-\"  \n\\\u003eshe pauses.  \n\\\u003e\"Are-are you blushing? Holy shit, you really are a slut!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Just wait until I tell my sisters. My husband's gonna love this too!\"  \n\\\u003eMeanwhile, the wolf girl looks on in shock.  \n\\\u003e\"Soiled it...soiled it...\"  \n\\\u003eThe poor hyena at the top of the belt is being pelted with bags thrown at her face, all while the wolf growls.\n\n### [Chapter 2](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/110622975)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eThe luggage is all loaded, and all cargo doors have been shut.  \n\\\u003eYou've got the towbar attached without much fuss to the CRJ you just loaded.  \n\\\u003eNow having the time to actually look it over, you get to revel it in all it's tacky glory.  \n\\\u003eThe livery is all cheetah print, with a sharp purple line running down the side of the plane.  \n\\\u003eSabrina was thrilled to teach you how to distinguish cheetah prints from other spotted felines.  \n\\\u003eAll you learned is that cheetahs don't have \"rosettes,\" whatever that is.  \n\\\u003eEvery Talon Air plane has different animal prints, with only having a dozen or so matching another in the whole fleet.  \n\\\u003eThe one matching element is the the pointed \"ears\" resting upon the head of of the T in Talon.  \n\\\u003eThey all look like they came from a straight-to-DVD spinoff of Soul Plane.  \n\\\u003eYou, as you do every day, hold back your internal vomiting from the visual assault, and listen through your headset to hear from the captain.  \n\\\u003eThe one who apparently furry raped you.  \n\\\u003e\"Brakes disengaged, ready for pushback.\"  \n\\\u003eShe chooses to be all professional now, what a suprise.  \n\\\u003eYou hear her whisper to the co-pilot next to her  \n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna be pushing back on that rampie's dick when I get back tonight.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Your mic is hot, idiot!\"  \n\\\u003e\"No, I want him to hear.\"  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her licking her lips even without seeing her.  \n\\\u003e\"Hart, I really can't stand you sometimes. Just don't soak through your britches before we get in the air.\"  \n\\\u003eYou stand there in complete, stone-faced silence.  \n\\\u003eyou keep pace with the aircraft as it rolls backwards, then stops.  \n\\\u003e\"Brakes set, clear disconnect.\"  \n\\\u003eYou unlatch the plane as Sabrina pulls off in reverse.  \n\\\u003e\"You'll never disconnect once you get in me, babe.\"  \n\\\u003eYou look up to the cockpit, and the co-pilot has her hands in her face.  \n\\\u003eYou reel back out of the way, and the captain, who you now know as Hart, shoots a confident wink at you.\n\n\\\u003eYou hop back in the tug with Sabrina, exhausted from all that's transpired today.  \n\\\u003eAll just in the course of about an hour and a half.  \n\\\u003e\"Someone's got a crush! You're just too cute, you know!\"  \n\"Shuddup. I'm just not used to attention from a pretty lady like her.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like you're gonna have to get used to it. She's on the prowl for sure. Cat instincts, I'd know.\"  \n\"I'm not looking forward to further sexual harassment if she's gonna be this, well, aggressive.\"  \n\\\u003e\"She's just skipping most of the steps. If you're this receptive, I don't blame her. I just never thought you'd be this easy.\"  \n\\\u003eShe chuckles into her fist.  \n\\\u003e\"So that's why you won't go for the twins...\"  \n\\\u003e\"You got a thing for older women, huh? I'll let know I'm married.\"  \n\"Quit it with the jokes,\"  \n\\\u003eyou say mildly annoyed.  \n\\\u003e\"Or is it the uniform? Is this like a problem with authority, or mommy issues?\"  \n\"Now you're just being an asshole. Let's get back to work.\"  \n\\\u003eShe quiets down, but still has her trademark smug grin plastered across her face the whole time.  \n\\\u003ePlanes are loaded, unloaded, and seem to come and leave at a dizzying pace.  \n\\\u003eBy the time lunch rolls around, everyone is sitting with all their vehicles parked in a circle, either sitting on them or inside them with the doors propped open.  \n\\\u003eThe manager brought in sub sandwiches. After they baked in the sun for god knows how long. Great.  \n\\\u003eEveryone spends their unofficial 15 minute break eating sweaty sandwiches and chatting.  \n\\\u003eThe wolf girl, Tasha, is sat a good 20 feet away from everyone else.  \n\\\u003eShe's seperating the sandwich into piles of bread, lettuce, meat, and tomato.  \n\\\u003eNext to all of them is unopened packets of mayonnaise.  \n\\\u003eYou're going to be nice and consider it a \"deconstructed sandwich.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's haute cuisine when you word it like that.\n\n\\\u003eIn just a minute or two, after you look away from Tasha and bite your sandwich, all eyes turn toward you.  \n\\\u003eAll conversation stops.  \n\\\u003eSabrina is bugging her eyes out at you on purpose.  \n\"Uhhhh...\"  \n\\\u003eyou vocalise just to break the awkward silence.  \n\\\u003eSabrina is the first to speak.  \n\\\u003e\"So you're into being manhandled, huh?\"  \n\\\u003eGod fucking dammit.  \n\\\u003eTasha springs up and knocks what used to be her sandwich all over the asphalt.  \n\\\u003eShe's standing there on her tips of her paws fretting over the scattered mess.  \n\\\u003eThe alpha of the yeens stands up.  \n\\\u003eHer lackeys are sat slack-jawed, mayo and mustard painted on like lipstick.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a step forward and takes a handful of your shirt in her hand.  \n\\\u003eYou're suddenly forced upright as her muzzle meets your ear.  \n\\\u003e\"I told you that you were a slut. Why don't you ditch the house cat and get with a real woman?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I'd make you scream real good. You wouldn't even remember your name.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're released, and you plop back on your seat just as quickly.  \n\\\u003e\"If you want to get torn up a bit more me and my girls will show you a good time.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina eyes are alight with sadistic joy.  \n\\\u003eYour condolences go out to her eventual children.  \n\\\u003eSabrina decides to interject  \n\\\u003e\"Now, now, you gotta let the guy have a break! If you get him any more worked up, he'll have to pop into a bathroom.\"  \n\"Hey!\"  \n\\\u003eyou say indignantly.  \n\\\u003eThe group gets a good laugh out of this, and you're finally off the hook.  \n\\\u003eThis lightens the mood significantly, although you are still bombarded by hungry stares all around.  \n\\\u003eBitching and moaning about the workload continues, and everyone is eventually reunited after the break after the obligatory smoke breaks from a few members of the team.  \n\\\u003eEverything proceeds smoothly, other than recurrent jokes about \"putting your hips into it.\"\n\n\\\u003eWhen night finally hits, you are well worn out.  \n\\\u003eAnd feeling a little drafty downstairs.  \n\\\u003eYou hope everyone enjoyed the sight of your classic heart print boxers as much as you do.  \n\\\u003eYou'd prefer no one saw it publically, but you're proud of your life choices so far.  \n\\\u003eMostly.  \n\\\u003eYou asked your supervisor, whose fur was puffed up for some reason, if you could go home to change.  \n\\\u003e\"Operational need is more important,\" was the answer.  \n\\\u003eYou and Sabrina are rolling along wordlessly in your tug, no words being exchanged at this point.  \n\\\u003eIt gets checked in into a parking lot as you go to clock out.  \n\\\u003e\"Chili's?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina finally breaks the silence.  \n\\\u003eAnd so you two head to the the local watering hole for your ramp team.  \n\\\u003eYou two nurse some drinks at the Chili's inside the terminal.  \n\"Yeah, potato skins and a large order of wings, please.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say, sat at the bar top.  \n\\\u003eSabrina is flanking your left, seperating you from the hyenas.  \n\\\u003eThey've got some poor, meek human businessman surrounded from all sides.  \n\\\u003eYou don't know how they have the energy after a day's work.  \n\\\u003eMust be that fabled yeen stamina.  \n\\\u003eYou can hear them urging for him to layover at their place.  \n\\\u003eIf this beer wasn't 12$ a pint, you'd want to pour one out for him.  \n\\\u003eOn your right you have the other 2 parts of the wife trio.  \n\\\u003eThey're more Sabrina's friends than yours, but you get along better with them than the rest of your peers.  \n\\\u003e\"I still can't believe the guts that cat had! Sitting on that bar stool doesn't hurt too much, right Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eone of them chimes.  \n\"I swear I'm fine. This matters more to you guys than it does to me.\"  \n\\\u003e\"He's totally got catscratch fever! Trust me, I've seen this once before.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina clinks her glass against yours onesidedly.  \n\\\u003eThe last of the trio speaks up  \n\\\u003e\"So, you gotta tell us how you really feel about her.\"\n\n\"Look, just because she happened to turn me on doesn't mean anything. God knows if I'll ever even see her again.\"  \n\\\u003eThe drinks are starting to hit you a little bit, loosening your tongue.  \n\\\u003e\"Stop being so negative. For all you know, she might be looking for you already.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina gives you a reassuring pat on the back.  \n\\\u003e\"So c'mon, just tell me what you like about her already. Besides your kink, that is.\"  \n\"Well,\"  \n\\\u003eyou begin.  \n\"I've never met someone that overwhelmingly confident. She read me in an instant and pretty much claimed me for her own.\"  \n\"She had me wrapped around her finger.\"  \n\\\u003eEveryone around you look at each other.  \n\\\u003eSabrina bursts into laughter.  \n\\\u003e\"So that's how you see it! Holy shit kid, you got it bad!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Most humies aren't into getting pushed around this quickly. I always knew you'd be a good catch, just not quite in this way.\"  \n\\\u003eThe other two girls nod in agreement.  \n\\\u003eOne of them chimes in  \n\\\u003e\"I always pegged you to be the type to try and get a human girl.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Good luck with that. You'd have to find one first!\"  \n\\\u003elaughs the other.  \n\\\u003e\"It's definitely better this way. You get a nice girl to take care of you, or at least a sugar momma at this point.\"  \n\\\u003eOne of the girls flags down the bartender, a dog girl polishing a glass.  \n\\\u003eShe places it somewhere under the bar and walks over.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna close out my tab.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Me too.\"  \n\\\u003eThe dog girl takes their payment and promptly returns them.  \n\\\u003e\"I gotta get back to the old ball and chain, see you guys tomorrow.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I'm going to call it a night too, get home safe guys.\"  \n\\\u003eThey leave with a quick wave.  \n\\\u003eYou see them exit, but not before you see Tasha sitting at the end of the bar.  \n\\\u003eShe's really sucking down those ribs.\n\n\\\u003eShe sticks a whole bone in her maw, and sucks all the meat off in one go.  \n\\\u003eWow, that is a really clean bone.  \n\\\u003eShe definitely seems the type to practice at home with some fresh produce.  \n\\\u003eYou lock eyes and you see her tail start to wag, beating against the seats next to her.  \n\\\u003eShe suddenly crunches down on the bone.  \n\\\u003eYou and the bartender wince.  \n\\\u003eGreat job Tasha. Nothing more erotic than getting bitten in the dick.  \n\\\u003e\"The poor girl is gonna get a real bad stomachache eating all those chicken bones. That stuff is bad for canines.\"  \n\\\u003eThe bartender observes.  \n\\\u003e\"I had to go to the hospital for that when I was a pup.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sets some kind of fruity pink drink in front of you.  \n\\\u003e\"Here, for you. I have to take care of my favorite customer.\"  \n\\\u003eHer tail is wagging now too.  \n\\\u003eAll you have to do is flash her a smile, and the free drinks start rolling in.  \n\\\u003eIf only she gave you something less sweet.  \n\\\u003eSabrina turns to you as you sip on the sickly sweet mixture.  \n\\\u003e\"Man, every time we come here she's trying to get you as drunk as a frat boy.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans her arm on the bar.  \n\\\u003e\"Speaking of frat boys,\"  \n\\\u003e\"Y'know, until now, I was sure you were gay, Mr. Indepedent Man. Someone has to be the girl in the relationship.\"  \n\\\u003eShe laughs heartily.  \n\\\u003e\"Seriously, you got all these ladies pining after you. You're the talk of the whole ramp.\"  \n\"It's hard not to be as the only human out here. I could be a geriatric and I'd still be hounded by all the girls.\"  \n\\\u003eYou look over your shoulder and see a TSA bloodhound eating some fajitas.  \n\"Plus, you've seen the kind of people we have out here. Thank god I don't work third shift with the real freaks.\"  \n\\\u003eOne of them tried to stuff you in her snow pants once.  \n\\\u003eIt was actually pretty funny.  \n\\\u003eUntil she started panting.  \n\\\u003eYou had to wash your pants twice that day to get the smell out.  \n\\\u003eFucking degenerates, the lot of them.\n\n\\\u003e\"I would say you should give more of the girls a chance here,\"  \n\\\u003eshe starts.  \n\\\u003e\"-but apparently all you had to do was look pretty to have a bigshot fall in your lap.\"  \n\"Stop talking like I'm some kind of trophy husband.\"  \n\\\u003e\"That's true, you gotta knock her up first for that.\"  \n\\\u003eShe checks her phone and chuckles lightly.  \n\\\u003eShe's got that look in her eyes again.  \n\\\u003eThat's never good.  \n\\\u003e\"I gotta use the restroom. Be right back.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leaves you with your cold leftovers.  \n\\\u003eYou're kind of glad that the wife squad took you under their wing when you first started out here.  \n\\\u003eYou're essentially \"one of the girls\" at this point.  \n\\\u003eIt's only when it comes to things like this that they get really pushy.  \n\\\u003eThey \"only want the best\" for the sole boy on the team.  \n\\\u003eIt must be some sort of maternal instinct.  \n\\\u003eYou hear the clatter of a suitcase's rollers over the tile.  \n\\\u003eIt passes right behind you before stopping.  \n\\\u003eSomeone takes a seat on the stool Sabrina was occupying.  \n\\\u003eYou turn and see a familiar face.  \n\\\u003eShe's still smartly dressed, having put on her jacket.  \n\\\u003eHer white paws almost look like fine gloves, silky but still hiding well manicured claws.  \n\\\u003eYou don't think you'll be able to ignore them anytime soon.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey there, hot stuff. Can a girl buy you a drink?\"  \n\\\u003eThe bartender reels up and starts clearing the bartop.  \n\\\u003eShe removes her headwear and places it on the counter.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I'm paying for her.\"  \n\\\u003eYou see Sabrina casually stroll up to the pilot.  \n\\\u003eShe grabs her shoulder and whispers something.  \n\\\u003e\"Thank you for your patronage.\"  \n\\\u003eGoddammit, you've been set up.  \n\\\u003e\"Have a GOOD night you two!\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina says with a little too much emphasis.  \n\\\u003eShe quickly ducks out of the restaurant like she just robbed a bank.  \n\\\u003eTraitor.  \n\\\u003e\"So what do you drink?\"  \n\"Just a beer is fine.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Don't be like that, live a little!\"\n\n\"Nothing sweet then. A gin and tonic sounds good.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Oooh, tough guy. That's real cute.\"  \n\\\u003e\"We'll see how long you can keep that up.\"  \n\\\u003eShe shoots you a predatory grin, one of her fangs peeking at you.  \n\\\u003eOne look at the bartender is all she needs to get her attention.  \n\\\u003e\"Let me get a gin and tonic, and a captain's cocktail.\"  \n\\\u003e\"And that would be...?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I think I'll go with a Manhattan today.\"  \n\\\u003eThe bartender nods and starts mixing your drinks.  \n\\\u003e\"Just fucking order your drink like a normal person.\"  \n\\\u003eshe mutters under her breath.  \n\\\u003eMeanwhile, the cat is staring right into your eyes.  \n\\\u003eHer gaze is a little too much for you, and you start fidgeting with your hands in your lap.  \n\\\u003e\"There's no need to be so shy. I'm just trying to get to know you better.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks you up and down.  \n\\\u003e\"You liked it, didn't you? You like me doing whatever I like to you, don't you?\"  \n\"Ummm, well I...\"  \n\\\u003eYou quickly take a sip of your drink to buy some time.  \n\\\u003eHer paw quickly overlaps your hand holding the drink.  \n\\\u003eShe forces the highball glass back on the bartop with firm, calculated strength.  \n\\\u003eHer other hand snakes behind your neck and shoulders and pulls you a little closer.  \n\\\u003e\"That's a little more comfortable isn't it?\"  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her breath.  \n\\\u003eShe's completely calm as the faint smell of bourbon washes over your face.  \n\\\u003e\"You didn't answer my question.\"  \n\"I guess I do...\"  \n\\\u003eyou nervously mumble.  \n\\\u003e\"Not like that, answer properly. Say you like it.\"  \n\"I liked it. I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to sink your claws into me.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy. I like that answer.\"  \n\\\u003eShe slowly releases your neck and and you pull back a bit.  \n\\\u003eHer other hand is still connected to yours.  \n\\\u003eHer claws dig into your hand and knead your hand.  \n\\\u003eThe pain is mild, the pressure not quite enough to draw blood.  \n\\\u003eYour drink makes a clink as the ice cubes start to melt and settle.  \n\\\u003eThis makes her pull her paw away.\n\n### [Chapter 3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/110751544)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eYou take a quick sip from your drink to wet your dry lips.  \n\\\u003eThe flavor of juniper and quinine ground you again, and you clear your throat.  \n\\\u003eYou meekly turn away from her and start to speak.  \n\"So, Captain- Hart was it? You said you want to know me, but I don't know a thing about you.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Katherine Hart. You can call me Katja. You'll be getting to know me quite well later, but I suppose I can answer some questions.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's still staring you with hungry eyes.  \n\"Alright Katja,\"  \n\\\u003eYou start, swiveling your body towards hers.  \n\"-what makes you choose someone like me? I'm sure you have your pick of just about anyone you want at a bar.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I don't like dealing with boys tripping over themselves to get free drinks from me. I'm a lot more exciting than just a paycheck.\"  \n\\\u003e\"And don't get me started on the flight attendants. They may be nice to look at, but they make a puddle look deep.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Really catty too. I'd get reported to HR in a second with most of them.\"  \n\"How did you know I'm different just by looking at me?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I'm good at reading people. And it's not like you'd do this job if you couldn't hang with the big girls.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Seeing you all wet with sweat is a good look for you, too.\"  \n\\\u003eYou sigh.  \n\\\u003eShe's right, any weaker willed man would only last a week out there.  \n\\\u003eMore than a few unpleasant memories flash past your eyes.  \n\\\u003e\"I like how you try so hard. I bet all the other girls think you're playing hard to get.\"  \n\\\u003e\"It's cute. You just needed the lightest push from the right woman, and you melted like putty.\"  \n\\\u003eShe smiles again, her canine lightly biting into her lower lip.  \n\\\u003eYou quickly down the last few drops of your drink to hide your embarassment.  \n\\\u003e\"Barkeep, another one for my man here.\"  \n\\\u003eYour glass is swiftly replaced and a new one is dropped in it's stead.  \n\\\u003eOr at last it seems swift, your head is starting to get a little fuzzy.\n\n\"You noticed that really quick. You trying to get me drunk?\"  \n\\\u003eyou ask.  \n\\\u003e\"I've got sharp eyes, no way you can do what I do without it.\"  \n\\\u003eshe deftly dodges the question.  \n\\\u003eYou find yourself looking into her eyes for the second time since you met her.  \n\\\u003eThey really are pretty.  \n\\\u003eKatja shifts her torso a few inches closer as she returns the look.  \n\\\u003eYou start to sink into her eyes, tracing the edges of her irises with your own.  \n\\\u003eThe colors are beautiful, like an emerald and sapphire embedded next to each other in a piece of jewelry.  \n\\\u003eThe pupils start to dilate as she inches closer.  \n\\\u003eFor the first time you see a genuine, warm smile come across her face.  \n\\\u003e\"See something you like, handsome? I swear you're already head over heels for me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou pull back a bit, caught off guard by her yet again.  \n\\\u003eShe sweeps her shortly cropped hair back a little bit, picking up her tumbler as she brings it to her lips.  \n\\\u003eShe savors the smoky liquid as her lips leave the glass.  \n\\\u003eThere's a light smear of light pink lipstick left behind, barely visible.  \n\\\u003eYou hadn't even noticed before while trying to hide your embarassment.  \n\\\u003eYou wonder what they'd feel like on yours.  \n\\\u003eAnother few seconds pass by before Katja speaks up again.  \n\\\u003e\"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? I thought you had questions to ask me.\"  \n\\\u003eHer words snap you out of your daze.  \n\"Yeah, that's right.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans on her hand, anticipating your words.\"  \n\"What are you doing in a small city like this? I've never seen you here before. You could be anywhere you want right now.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I switched up my domicile. I have a cute little niece that wants to be just like her auntie.\"  \n\\\u003eHer soft smile grows a little bit brighter as she continues.  \n\\\u003e\"It's adorable. She's going to be out of high school soon, and I'm gonna be paying for her through flight school.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't get any ideas, though. I don't like to share.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Small town life isn't too bad either. There's also the added benefit of a cute boy working the ramp.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I like watching him from the cockpit. But he has some big, mean lady trying to snatch him up, though. The poor thing.\"  \n\\\u003eYou laugh for the first time since meeting her.  \n\"I don't think it's quite as bad as you say.\"  \n\\\u003eYou've finished another glass of drink, the ice cubes mere remnants of what they used to be.  \n\\\u003eYou swirl them around idly.  \n\\\u003eIt's about half past seven at this point.  \n\"It might be time for me to go home. I need to call an uber or something.\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel a touch unsteady sat on the stool.  \n\\\u003eKatja flags down the bartender, and scribbles down some rather large looking numbers on the receipt.  \n\\\u003eShe must be in a generous mood.  \n\\\u003eShe stands up, taking the handle of her bag in hand as she walks behind you.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a single claw lightly trace up your neck, making you shiver.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't think so. It's too dangerous to let a drunk man ride in the back of some mystery car with a seedy driver.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Someone might do bad things to a cutie like you.\"  \n\\\u003eYour ear is tickled by her husky voice, dripping with predatory intent.  \n\"I-I think I'll be fine.\"  \n\\\u003eyou stammer out while forcing yourself upright.  \n\\\u003eShe's suprisingly short when standing up, you realise.  \n\\\u003eRelatively to other anthros, at least.  \n\\\u003eShe still has a lot of height on you.  \n\\\u003eYou estimate her to be somewhere around six and a half feet tall, dwarfing you.  \n\\\u003eShe places a firm grip on your shoulder.  \n\\\u003eYou're pulled into her side, as something soft presses into the side of your face.  \n\\\u003eHer chest is larger than you'd imagine, probably constrained by her tight jacket.  \n\\\u003eYou did think those buttons seemed like they were being pulled a bit too taut.  \n\\\u003eShe looks down at you with an unreadable expression.\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't be like that. Besides, I think I owe you something.\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel a bit exposed as the breeze of air conditioning blows through the restaurant.  \n\\\u003e\"I like the heart print. It fits you, but it's a little too on the nose with my name.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Let's go. I know of a nice place that'll clean you up a little bit.\"  \n\\\u003eShe grabs your wrist with her free hand.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing a grin that looks like a feral cat playing with it's prey.  \n\\\u003eYou're dragged along with a grip you already know you can't escape.  \n\\\u003eYou're being pulled slowly through the terminal toward the direction of the parking lot.  \n\\\u003eOn your right, her suitcase is clacking against the grooves between tiles.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly, you feel something soft tickle your chest through your light tank top.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes drift from the bag to the source of the object.  \n\\\u003eIt's her tail, slowly flicking itself against you.  \n\\\u003eHer tail is drawing circles on your breast to your abdomen, repeating the motion over and over again.  \n\\\u003eEventually your vision is set on her ass instead.  \n\\\u003eIt's shapely form sways back and forth with each step.  \n\\\u003eHer tight slacks cut into the soft flesh of her thighs, cleanly framing the curvature of her behind.  \n\\\u003eYou're so mesmerized that you don't notice the slight turn of her head, her blue eye tracking your movements.  \n\\\u003eAs you realise where you're looking, you pull your eyes upward.  \n\\\u003eHer eye locks with yours as you see a silent chuckle escape her lips.  \n\\\u003eShe nonchalantly turns her head forward as you near the exit located next to the rotating belts of the baggage claim.  \n\\\u003e\"Here we are. I'm going to get the valet to bring my car up.\"  \n\\\u003eA parking ticket is quickly deposited into a employee's hand.  \n\\\u003eMere minutes later, a luxury car pulls up next to the curb.  \n\\\u003eA shiny hood ornament is perched on the front of the car.  \n\\\u003eThe valet exits the car as some dollar bills are handed over.\n\n\\\u003eThe captain opens the passenger door for you.  \n\\\u003eShe then takes her own seat in the driver's seat.  \n\\\u003eLeaning over the center, she once again presses her breasts against your face as she grabs the belt buckle.  \n\\\u003eShe removes her chest as you're secured with a click.  \n\\\u003e\"That's much better. We wouldn't want to have anything bad happen to you.\"  \n\\\u003eSoon, you're both spiraling down the parking lot's floors.  \n\\\u003eAlarmingly quickly.  \n\\\u003eWhat else qould you expect from a daredevil like her?  \n\\\u003eThe car pulls towards the parking garage exit before reaching an automated kiosk.  \n\\\u003eA free parking stub, you observe.  \n\\\u003eIn a flash, you're on the freeway watching the lights pass by.  \n\\\u003eThe lights streak and bright halos dance through your vision as Katja hums along to some unnamed big band song.  \n\\\u003eSoon you're downtown, as bars and fine dining restaurants creep into your vision.  \n\\\u003eYou find yourself in a mall's parking lot.  \n\\\u003eShe exits the car, opening your door and pulling you out by the hand.  \n\\\u003eYou relise you're underdressed for this weather as the cool night air drifts across your body.  \n\\\u003eIt sobers you up a touch.  \n\\\u003e\"Why don't I warm you up a bit?\"  \n\\\u003eShe removes her jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.  \n\\\u003eExpensive perfume drifts from the collar.  \n\\\u003eIt smells lightly of vanilla, roses, and a touch of sunshine.  \n\\\u003eYou imagine the last smell must be what her fur smells like naturally.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's go.\"  \n\\\u003eis all she says as she starts strolling through the parking lot.  \n\\\u003eYou take a few steps and look up to the bright sign of the department store.  \n\\\u003eNeighman Marcus, certainly too rich for your blood.  \n\\\u003eYou make like $16 an hour, you note as you pass through the doors.  \n\\\u003eMannequins are sharply dressed, donning fine jackets and pants.  \n\\\u003eThe store is nearly dead at this time of night.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's see here. Oh, this would look nice on you.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe picks up a pair of cleanly pressed slacks and a dress shirt.  \n\"I can't accept this, this is like a weeks pay for me!\"  \n\\\u003e\"It's an hours pay for me. I'm paying for you to look pretty for me. It's a return investment.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Now go ahead try these on for me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe follows you to the men's dressing rooms and waits outside.  \n\\\u003eYou strip off your dirty clothes and reach towards the hanging clothes.  \n\\\u003eYour thumbs slide around your waistband as you prepare to fully disrobe yourself.  \n\\\u003eThe curtain is whipped open.  \n\\\u003eLooks like she doesn't just have sharp eyes, but sharp ears as well.  \n\\\u003eYou're suddenly pinned against the wall.  \n\\\u003eHer off hand grabs one of your hands and pins it above your head.  \n\"-what are you doing? We're in a dressing room!\"  \n\\\u003eyou say in a harsh whisper.  \n\\\u003e\"You've been such a fucking tease all night. I'll be having my fun now.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans over you and buries her muzzle into the crook of your neck.  \n\\\u003eHer pointy teeth start to nibble your neck.  \n\\\u003eShe's slowly inhaling your scent, and exhaling sharp hot breaths that cascade around the nape of your neck.  \n\\\u003e\"You smell so good.\"  \n\\\u003eAnother inhale.  \n\\\u003e\"Such a hard worker.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says with with a lust filled whisper.  \n\\\u003e\"You got all sweaty and worked up just for me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe drags a sandpapery tongue along your adam's apple, savoring the salty flavor of your dried perspiration.  \n\\\u003eYou feel warm, slick saliva drip down your neck to your collarbone.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly, you feel her pawpads slide up your bare thigh.  \n\\\u003eYou feel pinpricks as she squeezes your flesh.  \n\\\u003eShe pierces the skin for the third time in a day.  \n\\\u003eTiny drops of blood start to bead under her claws.  \n\\\u003eYou take your free hand and grab her by the wrist.  \n\\\u003e\"Stop trying to fight it. Quit clinging to your silly little pride and let me take you.\"  \n\\\u003eHer grip grows tighter as she says this.  \n\\\u003eShe's breathing very hard now, practically panting at this point.\n\n\\\u003e\"You said you like it.\"  \n\\\u003eBoth your arms are now pinned trapped in her hands like a vice.  \n\\\u003e\"Say it again.\"  \n\\\u003eHer jaw is now open as it now threatens to pierce into your shoulder.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmmmn.\"  \n\\\u003eShe moans into your shoulder.  \n\\\u003eFear and frustration finally boil over inside you.  \n\"Ok, ok. Take what you want from me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're shaking now, eyes starting to tear up from frustration.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her mouth away from you, a string of drool connecting you to her.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy.\"  \n\\\u003eHer knee slides between your thighs and presses into your now hard dick.  \n\\\u003eShe roughly grinds it up and down, just hard enough to cause some discomfort.  \n\\\u003eYour erection is now pressed up against your stomach as you groan.  \n\\\u003eYou struggle against her cruel movements, writhing under her pleasurable torture.  \n\\\u003eA single tear starts to roll down your face as youe come closer to orgasm.  \n\\\u003e\"Tell me what you want.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja commands you while tasting the salty liquid.  \n\"I'm getting close-\"  \n\"Please make me cum.\"  \n\\\u003eyou start to raise your voice in agony.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes widen and her pupils dilate completely as she drinks in your surrender.  \n\\\u003eShe's piercing you with her eyes.  \n\\\u003eThe speed of her legs starts to speed up as your breath quickens.  \n\\\u003eYou feel the pressure in your loins build, ready to pop any second now.  \n\\\u003e\"Sir, the store is about to close in 10 minutes. Please take your clothing to the front for check out.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hear the voice of a human man call from outside.  \n\\\u003eKatja withdraws her leg and releases you with a sour look on her face.  \n\\\u003eShe clicks her tongue.  \n\\\u003e\"Get your new clothes on.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's definitely annoyed.  \n\\\u003eShe exits the stall.  \n\\\u003e\"Uhh, ma'am,\"  \n\\\u003ethe employee starts.  \n\\\u003eYou can't be in there, I'm gonna have to ask you to-\"  \n\\\u003eShe reaches into her pocket and pulls out a wallet.  \n\\\u003e\"You didn't see anything.\"  \n\\\u003eShe says while depositing a crisp $100 into his hand.\n\n\\\u003eYou scramble to clothe yourself, fumbling with the buttons as you struggle to pull up your pants up over your boner.  \n\\\u003eYou tuck your shirt into your slacks and pull a fine leather belt taut.  \n\\\u003eShe's waiting outside for you, having calmed down a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"I knew that would look good on you. Look at you, all dressed up.\"  \n\\\u003eShe locks her fingers with yours forcefully.  \n\\\u003eYou walk up to the counter and pays for your sharp new clothes.  \n\"Let's hurry to the car,\"  \n\\\u003eyou say with a blush on your face, embarassed at getting caught.  \n\\\u003eYou probably will never return here again.  \n\\\u003eYou walk besides Katja as you exit the store, keeping a fast pace to her car.  \n\\\u003eThe door pops open again, but this time she opts for letting you to buckle yourself this time.  \n\\\u003eShe seems pretty confident that she's fully seduced you at this point.  \n\"So...\"  \n\\\u003eyou trail off, trying to gather your thoughts.  \n\"Thank you for the clothes. You really didn't have to buy such nice ones for me.\"  \n\\\u003e\"It was my pleasure. You look cute in your little suit.\"  \n\"Do you think you can drive me back to the airport? I have to pick up my car.\"  \n\\\u003eThe electronic locks on all the car doors click shut.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll give you a ride to the airport tomorrow. You're going to be staying at my place tonight.\"  \n\\\u003eThe cars engine starts, and it pulls backwards, straightening out as she starts to leave the parking lot.  \n\\\u003eYou don't even bother trying to argue, knowing that you're already caught in her web.  \n\\\u003eYou're mute before she decides to break the silence.  \n\\\u003e\"I've got some more drinks for you once we get there. Charcuterie and dessert, whatever you need.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Nothing but the finest for you. We can take our time tonight.\"  \n\"That sounds nice.\"  \n\\\u003eyou agree, not used to this much attention and care.  \n\\\u003eThe car's engine starts roaring as she drives faster.  \n\\\u003eHer hand moves over to gently caress your scratched leg.  \n\\\u003eYou're probably going to have more soon enough.\n\n### [Chapter 4](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/110940048)\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_4_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eYou're still speeding around downtown.  \n\\\u003eWhat they say about pilots being terrible drivers is burned into your memory permanently.  \n\\\u003eYour knuckles are turning white from the grip you have on the \"oh shit\" bar.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like you're in a Fast and Furious movie.  \n\\\u003eShe is driving with the urgency of a street racer, after all.  \n\\\u003eAll the while, Katja is wearing a contented smile, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the music.  \n\\\u003eVarious high-rises zip past the window before you pass your destination.  \n\\\u003eYou recognize the building.  \n\\\u003eThis is one of the most expensive collection of condos in town.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls into a parking garage next to the building.  \n\\\u003eYou stop at the highest floor before exiting the car.  \n\\\u003e\"It's just a few floors up from here.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's power walking, dragging you along.  \n\\\u003eWith how tight these pants are, you're afraid they're going to rip at the crotch.  \n\\\u003eYou're hurried into an elevator, singled out from the other set across the hall.  \n\"You're not taking me up to some penthouse or something, right?\"  \n\\\u003eyou ask.  \n\\\u003e\"How else am I supposed to get you to model for me?\"  \n\\\u003eshe jokes.  \n\"I'll take that as a yes.\"  \n\\\u003eThe doors of the elevator chime as they open.  \n\\\u003eAs the both of you exit, you see that there are only 4 suites visible.  \n\\\u003eYou're taken to the second one as she taps away on her smartphone, unlocking the door.  \n\\\u003e\"Well, here we are!\"  \n\\\u003eShe holds the door open for you, causing your to brush against her on the way in.  \n\\\u003eYou're silent as you spin around and take in the sights.  \n\\\u003eThe kitchen is gigantic, furnished with marbled counters.  \n\\\u003eThere's an island counter with a minibar stashed underneath.  \n\\\u003eStainless steel appliances shine brightly.  \n\\\u003eThey seem unused.  \n\\\u003e\"Go have a seat in the living room. I'm going to change into something more comfortable.\"  \n\\\u003eShe starts unbuttoning her shirt before even taking a step.\n\n\\\u003eWow, that was fast.  \n\\\u003eShe must have a lot of practice.  \n\\\u003e\"Catch.\"  \n\\\u003eShe playfully tosses the shirt right at your head and you scramble to take it off your face.  \n\\\u003eAs you remove it, you end up getting an eyeful of her back.  \n\\\u003eYou trace the lines of her shoulder blades with your eyes.  \n\\\u003eHer bra cuts into her flesh, her fine muscles threatening to snap the hooks.  \n\\\u003eThe underwear she's wearing is suprisingly plain, just a simple white.  \n\\\u003eIt barely stands out from her fur.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes wander along her spine as you look lower and lower.  \n\\\u003eShe kicks off her shoes.  \n\\\u003eYou hear the clink of her belt buckle as she loosens it and pulls it from her slacks.  \n\\\u003eShe thrusts her hips out as she pulls her trousers down.  \n\\\u003eThen you see it.  \n\"No way...\"  \n\\\u003eyou mutter.  \n\\\u003eShe has a birthmark right above her tail.  \n\\\u003eIt's a hand-sized patch of black on her lower back, a heart meeting the base of her tail.  \n\\\u003eShe looks over her shoulder with a bit of a sour look on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"If you say anything else, I'll claw you for real. I've heard more than enough jokes about it.\"  \n\\\u003eHer tail is waving side to side, twitching with irritation.  \n\\\u003eYou throw your hands up in defeat.  \n\\\u003eShe continues disrobing, and her pants snag on her panties.  \n\\\u003eThere's a neatly tied bow connected to her tail, securing her underwear.  \n\\\u003eThe tied string threatens to unravel.  \n\\\u003eShe finally manages to pull the slacks down, but not without her mooning you.  \n\\\u003eYou only manage to see the cleft of her ass, peeking from the hole of her undergarments.  \n\\\u003eHer pants lay around her ankles in a messy heap.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing some black thigh high socks.  \n\\\u003eHer thighs' fat spill over the edges of the fabric.  \n\\\u003eThick as they are, you still manage to see the definition of her hamstrings.  \n\\\u003eShe slips them off, and finally struts her way into what you assume is a bedroom.\n\n\\\u003eYou're still standing, frozen in place after the free strip show.  \n\\\u003eKatja is rustling through some clothes, so you decide to take a look around the living room while you wait.  \n\\\u003eOne side is a wall length window, while the other is decorated with various mementos.  \n\\\u003eYou see a vintage record player connected to a massive entertainment center.  \n\\\u003eA large TV is mounted to the wall above it.  \n\\\u003eYou walk up to several shelves to look at the various knick-knacks.  \n\\\u003eThey're from at least a dozen countries from every corner of the world.  \n\\\u003eWeaved palm fronds, coins and stamps are covered in Arabic script.  \n\\\u003eYou spot authenic chinaware and a full sized African mask.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to flip through her vinyl collection after admiring her other collections.  \n\\\u003eJane Sinatra, Milena Davis, and Deaf Leopard.  \n\\\u003eAlso something called Turtle Pleasure?  \n\\\u003eShe's got a varied collection of music.  \n\\\u003eYou take a look at the center of the room and see it's a sunken conversation pit.  \n\\\u003eLooks comfy as hell.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to take a seat.  \n\\\u003eIn front of you is a coffee table littered with books.  \n\\\u003eYou flip through a pile of photography books and find something that catches your eye.  \n\\\u003ePlaygirl '94.  \n\\\u003eYou feel two hands grab you on the shoulders from behind.  \n\\\u003eLeave it to a cat to stalk up to you silently.  \n\\\u003eHer paws start to firmly massage you, targeting your knotted flesh.  \n\\\u003e\"I wrote an article in that one. Perk of flying Hanna Hefner around a few times. Really luxe plane,\"  \n\\\u003eshe muses.  \n\\\u003e\"That bunny threw some wild parties. World's gonna miss her.\"  \n\\\u003eShe releases you, her fingers trailing along your nape until the touch finally breaks.  \n\\\u003eShe starts strutting to the bar underneath the counter, bending over to give you another eyeful.  \n\\\u003eShe's now holding a old fashioned glass by the lip between her thumb and fingers.\n\n\\\u003eIt sparkles in the light as she pops the stopper on a tacky globe-shaped decanter.  \n\\\u003eOf course there's a glass airplane in the center.  \n\\\u003eThe amber liquid settles in her glass as she spins around.  \n\\\u003eThat's a REALLY heavy pour.  \n\\\u003eYou finally get to see what she considers comfortable wear.  \n\\\u003eA pair a boy shorts tighter than you thought possible cover her hips.  \n\\\u003eBlack on white.  \n\\\u003eIt's a lovely contrast accentuating her fur.  \n\\\u003eOnce again, you get to see the tight fabric cut into her thighs.  \n\\\u003eThere's the slightest line etched on the front of her thighs, the details of her quadriceps visible without even flexing.  \n\\\u003eThe slightest bit of chub spills over the waistband of her panties.  \n\\\u003eYou're not suprised considering she spends all her time in a chair.  \n\\\u003eHer upper abdomen is that of a greek god, however.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes trail upward to her top.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing a loose grey tanktop, cropped at the midriff.  \n\\\u003eThe edges of the shirt hangs loosely, suspended by her bountiful chest.  \n\\\u003eHer nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds, poking angrily at the confining cloth.  \n\\\u003eYou can barely see that they are a light pink color, darkened by the thin fabric.  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a knowing smirk.  \n\\\u003e\"Why don't I make you something to drink as well?\"  \n\\\u003eshe asks rhetorically.  \n\"I suppose I can have another.\"  \n\\\u003e\"That's it, just relax a little and get comfy.\"  \n\\\u003eShe saunters up to the island and reaches her hands underneath into the minifridge.  \n\\\u003eSoft clinks of bottles and glasses echo in the quiet room as she rummages around.  \n\\\u003e\"I know you don't like sweet drinks, but I think I can convince you to try this one.\"  \n\\\u003eSeveral juices are poured in quick succession.  \n\\\u003eShe flips a jigger to and fro as liquers are added.  \n\\\u003eThe end result is a lightly pink cocktail in a shooter.  \n\\\u003eIf there was any doubt before, you now are certain she's trying to get you liquored up.\n\n\\\u003eShe garnishes it with a dark maraschino cherry.  \n\\\u003eIt's set in front of you expectantly.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a seat next to you as she places her drink on the table.  \n\\\u003eYou're pressed against her side as she slings an arm around you.  \n\\\u003eThe cat's free hand carefully takes hold of the cherry topping your drink.  \n\\\u003eJuices from the fruit dye the tips of her finers, sullying her beautiful fur.  \n\\\u003eWordlessly, she presses it against your lips, slowly parting them for you to accept the cherry.  \n\\\u003eYou suckle on the tip of her finger for a split second before she brings her finger to her mouth to lick off the remaining juices.  \n\\\u003e\"Tastes good, doesn't it? Now for the actual cocktail.\"  \n\\\u003e\"It's a fun little variation of a Sex on the Beach.\"  \n\\\u003e\"It's called Sex with the Captain.\"  \n\\\u003e\"A little sweet, a little sour,\"  \n\\\u003eshe says.  \n\\\u003e\"And spicy, courtesy of the captain herself.\"  \n\\\u003eYou drink it down in two gulps, feeling the burn of various liquers and spiced rum.  \n\"That's pretty good. It has a nice flavor.\"  \n\\\u003eyou remark.  \n\\\u003e\"Which captain are you talking about?\"  \n\\\u003eShe playfully teases you by raking a claw along your jawline.  \n\"Well, I mean...\"  \n\\\u003eYou can barely force any more words out due to your embarassment.  \n\\\u003eThe cat forces herself upright to fix you another drink.  \n\\\u003e\"Another? Or is this drink a little too exciting for you?\"  \n\"I think so. You said something about snacks too right?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Of course. You'll find this a lot better than some pub fare.\"  \n\\\u003eShe finishes mixing another drink, and pulls a large board out of the fridge.  \n\\\u003eBoth are deposited in front of you.  \n\\\u003eThe board is covered with various sliced meats and cheeses, olives and nuts.  \n\\\u003e\"I never used to get this stuff. I was always a real steak and potatoes kind of gal.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes a long drink out of her tumbler, emptying it.  \n\\\u003e\"I had a night out with some of the girls for Air France, and they forced me to try it. They really sold me on it.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer glass is refilled yet again.  \n\\\u003eYou look around the room again and notice a faint gleam.  \n\\\u003eIt's a small collection of military ribbons and medals.  \n\"Were you in the military or something?\"  \n\\\u003eyou ask as you point them out.  \n\\\u003e\"Those aren't mine, they're my grandma's. My whole family's been military aviators for generations.\"  \n\\\u003eshe speaks inbetween bites.  \n\\\u003e\"Mom was in Vietnam, grandma was in Korea, but my great grandma...\"  \n\\\u003eshe trails off a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"...we don't talk about her service too much.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I was the only one of my sisters to enlist though. Our family runs short for anthros, and I was thankfully the runt of the litter. Barely short enough to fit in a fighter.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I did my time in Afghanistan, but there's not too much glory in dropping bombs on some cave dwellers when your family's filled with aces.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I left in '02. Too stuffy for me, but it got me to where I am now.\"  \n\\\u003eShe quickly changes the subject.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm grabbing more drinks for us. You still need to loosen up a bit.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have no idea how much the both of you had.  \n\\\u003eYou're a bit worried at the number of drinks she's consumed.  \n\\\u003eMostly for your well-being.  \n\\\u003eMeanwhile, you've noticed how drunk you've become without noticing.  \n\\\u003eYour head is spinning and you're almost at the point where you're seeing double.  \n\\\u003eShe sits down neatly with her hands on her legs.  \n\\\u003eSuspiciously so.  \n\\\u003eShe gets a gentle look on her face before speaking.  \n\\\u003e\"C'mere, don't be so shy. Sit on mommy's lap.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're lifted by your arms like a child, and deposited into her lap.  \n\\\u003eIt's plushy, yet firm underneath her fat.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a long, deep whiff of your hair.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmm, you're so cute.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's definitely feeling the alcohol at this point.  \n\\\u003eGood thing she seems to be an affectionate drunk.  \n\\\u003eHer arms wrap around your waist as she takes in your scent.\n\n\\\u003eHer chest is compressed into your back, her nipples still painfully erect.  \n\\\u003e\"You're done eating right? Let's just sit here for a bit before we have some fun.\"  \n\"Yeah, I think that's enough for now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're very comfortably sat as she coos over you.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly you feel something displace the hair on the top of your head.  \n\\\u003eIt's combing through your hair.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a light wetness as you realize she's grooming you.  \n\\\u003eThere's a deep rumble reverberating through your chest.  \n\\\u003eShe's purring loudly, the sound echoing through the empty room.  \n\\\u003eYou sit in silence just enjoying this moment.  \n\\\u003eYou realise her grip on you is very tight.  \n\\\u003eAs she continues her ministrations, the grip only tightens.  \n\\\u003e\"Such a good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eYour ribs can't take much more of this.  \n\"Oof, that's too much there. You're putting a little too much strength into it.\"  \n\\\u003eyou plead.  \n\\\u003eUh oh, you flipped her switch again.  \n\\\u003eThe grip she has on you only lightens a bit.  \n\\\u003eHer claws dig into your shirt like she's afraid you'll drift away if she lets go.  \n\\\u003e\"You like this though. Don't you?\"  \n\\\u003eFor the first time you hear uncertainty in her voice.  \n\\\u003eYou certainly do, but it's hard to admit it every time.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry. You're just too soft and fragile. I can't help myself.\"  \n\\\u003eshe continues between loving licks.  \n\\\u003e\"I've got you just where I want you. My prey isn't allowed to escape.\"  \n\\\u003eHer claws dig into you more, holding you in place as if you were a mouse caught in a trap.  \n\\\u003e\"So weak. You couldn't fight back if you wanted to.\"  \n\\\u003eShe lets her words flow freely as she holds you.  \n\\\u003e\"You don't want me to let you go.\"  \n\\\u003eYou really have no idea how to respond.  \n\\\u003eA few moments of silence passes, and the air grows heavy as she releases you.  \n\\\u003e\"I think it's time for you to go lay down. You've had a bit too much to drink.\"  \n\\\u003eYou stand up as she points out the bedroom.\n\n\\\u003eThat last drink seems to be the one that has finally done you in.  \n\\\u003eYou weave left to right as you trudge forward.  \n\\\u003eYou crash onto the bed face-forward as the world spins around you.  \n\\\u003eShit, you have work tomorrow.  \n\\\u003eThat will be a future you problem, however.  \n\\\u003eAt least you won't have to drive to the airport tomorrow.  \n\\\u003eYou bury your face into one of the pillows on the bed.  \n\\\u003eIt smells like her, lightly tickling your nose.  \n\\\u003eYou unconsciously take a deep inhale into the pillow.  \n\\\u003eWhen you realise what you're doing, you bolt upright, arching your back.  \n\\\u003eYou roll over onto your back now after that embarassing spectacle.  \n\\\u003eYou kick off your dirty boots to prevent soiling the clean sheets.  \n\\\u003eYou take your time to think over your meeting with her as you stare up at the ceiling.  \n\\\u003eIt sure is a high ceiling, you think, distracting you from other thoughts.  \n\\\u003eBut the allure of the popcorn-textured surface can only last for so long.  \n\\\u003eHow did you end up like this?  \n\\\u003eIt's literally only been one day, and you're already in her bed.  \n\\\u003eYou really are easy.  \n\\\u003eAll it took was a little charm and some wining and dining, and you're already falling for someone who practically kidnapped you.  \n\\\u003eStockholm syndrome is a bitch.  \n\\\u003eAre you actually in love though?  \n\\\u003eYou don't know if it's just lust, or her taking advantage of your naivety.  \n\\\u003eShe does seem to like capturing young innocent boys like yourself.  \n\\\u003eYou look up and you see some of the lights illuminating the kitchen click off.  \n\\\u003eAnother set of lights go out and you're in almost complete darkness.  \n\\\u003eThere's just a light glow of some sheer fabric curtains letting in some moonlight.  \n\\\u003eIs she stalking you again?  \n\\\u003eAre you gonna get violated?  \n\\\u003eYou're not even sure if you'd call it consentual.  \n\\\u003eYou get your answer as the soft glow hits her eyes, shining in the dark.\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e Next time:  \n\u003e High impact sexual violence.\n\n### [Chapter 5](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/110963262)\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_5_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eKatja's pupils reflect a bright red light, as if she had a photograph taken of her.  \n\\\u003eIt's honestly a bit terrifying to see her eyes glow in the dark.  \n\\\u003eThey narrow a bit as she looks you over.  \n\\\u003eShe grips her tank top from the bottom and quickly lifts it over her head, letting it fall behind her.  \n\\\u003eHer fur shines unnaturally in the light.  \n\\\u003eShe looks ethereal, like a ghostly apparition here to haunt your mind.  \n\\\u003eThe window is closed, but the curtains ripple in some windless breeze.  \n\\\u003eThere's a deep growl emanating from her throat as she carefully pads her paws across the carpet.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a genuine primal fear erupt inside you, your instincts telling you to run.  \n\\\u003eShe's a predator, a big one, with big fangs and claws.  \n\\\u003eShe may be just a housecat, but the cruel sneer she's wearing isn't a far cry from an ancient sabertooth tiger.  \n\\\u003eYou wonder if your distant ancestors ever felt this terror before.  \n\\\u003eIt's deathly quiet as she finally mounts the bed.  \n\\\u003eThe cat's now on her hands and knees, crawling up the length of your body starting with your legs.  \n\\\u003eHer growl only grows stronger as she nears your face.  \n\\\u003eIs it a growl, a purr, or a mix of the two?  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't really matter to you at this point.  \n\\\u003eYou can't even speak, let alone whimper.  \n\\\u003eShe's straddling your chest, looking down at you with those shining eyes.  \n\\\u003eHer hands grip the bedding on the sides of your head.  \n\\\u003eThe retractable claws tipping her fingers are fully extended as you hear fabric rip.  \n\\\u003eHer face draws closer and closer to yours.  \n\\\u003eHer hot breath spills over your face and neck.  \n\\\u003eYou start trembling, your pinned arms trying to gain traction on anything available.  \n\\\u003eYou pull your legs nearer to your body in fear.  \n\\\u003eShe's just inches away from your face now, her eyes staring into your very soul.  \n\\\u003eYou can't tell if you're sweating or crying as liquid beads down your head.\n\n\\\u003eHer mouth opens, she bares her teeth, and-  \n\\\u003e\"Boo.\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice comes out as a soft whisper.  \n\\\u003e\"Did my little man get scared? I'll kiss your tears away.\"  \n\\\u003eYou release the breath you've been holding for what seems like an eternity.  \n\\\u003eYou learn for the first time in your life that the suspension bridge effect is a very real thing.  \n\\\u003eYour senses return to you and you feel how erect you are.  \n\\\u003eYour dick presses painfully against it's binds.  \n\\\u003eYou want to try and pull your pants off, but your arms are still pinned by her powerful thighs.  \n\\\u003eShe smiles knowingly, tightening the grip her legs have on you.  \n\\\u003eYou may have even sobered up a bit, but it's probably just the adrenaline.  \n\\\u003eThere's a dampness on your stomach, wetness that is not solely from your cold sweat.  \n\\\u003eHer excitement soaked through her boy shorts.  \n\\\u003eHer face buries into the crook of your neck.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a deep breath, her wet pink nose suprisingly warm.  \n\\\u003e\"I can smell it, you know. Your fear. It's spicy.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I love it.\"  \n\\\u003eHer rough tongue drags up towards your jawline.  \n\\\u003eYour skin is so sensitive that it feels like sandpaper.  \n\\\u003eTrue to the cat's word, she eventually reaches your face with her mouth.  \n\\\u003eSoft kisses interspersed with long, drawn out licks pepper your cheeks.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls one of her arms towards you, cradling your head roughly with her paw.  \n\\\u003eHer pace quickens, as her breathing becomes more ragged.  \n\\\u003eHer loins grind against you feverishly.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, she pulls her head back, seating herself upright.  \n\\\u003e\"I think that's enough of that.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says matter-of-factly.  \n\\\u003eA few moments pass, and see stands up over you as she looks down at you with a look of superiority painted on her face.  \n\\\u003eShe's flushed, either from the arousal or the alcohol.  \n\\\u003eShe brings herself onto her knees and you see her hands hook into the waistband of her panties.\n\n\\\u003eShe slips them off, pulling one paw after the other through the legs.  \n\\\u003eThey're gently deposited to the right of your head just a foot or two away.  \n\\\u003eShe then hoists a leg over your body as she spins around.  \n\\\u003eYou get an eyeful of her backside.  \n\\\u003eAnd of her birthmark as well.  \n\\\u003eIt seems a little unfitting considering how rough her affection is.  \n\\\u003e\"You're gonna make me feel good now. I'm gonna be a bit rough.\"  \n\\\u003eYour vision fails to focus as she scoots backwards.  \n\\\u003eAll you see is white fuzz as she folds her calves under her thighs and seats herself on your face.  \n\\\u003eHer wet sex presses against your lips.  \n\\\u003e\"Lick.\"  \n\\\u003eis all she says.  \n\\\u003eYou open your mouth, probing her pussy with your tongue.  \n\\\u003eHer taste is intoxicating, making your head spin even harder than it was before.  \n\\\u003e\"Oooh,\"  \n\\\u003eshe coos as you probe inside her sheepishly.  \n\\\u003eShe's dripping wet from her warm up earlier.  \n\\\u003e\"Harder than that. I know you can do better than that.\"  \n\\\u003eYou throw away your hesitation and start drawing circles inside her.  \n\\\u003eHer tail is erratically whipping to and fro, softly slapping against the pillow you're resting on.  \n\\\u003eYour nose is pressed firmly to her asshole, the musky scents of her pussy and ass mixing together.  \n\\\u003eKatja throws her hands forward onto your abdomen.  \n\\\u003eYou start to feel her purring once again, the vibration echoing throughout your body.  \n\\\u003eHer paws start to knead your tender flesh, gripping it rhythmically.  \n\\\u003eHer clit grinds against your chin as she starts slowly rocking back and forth.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmrrr...\"  \n\\\u003eYou think you start to hear soft meows escape her mouth.  \n\\\u003eYou redouble your efforts, diving deeper into her thighs as you try your best to please your pussycat.  \n\\\u003eHer claws pop out as her kneading intensifies against your stomach.  \n\\\u003eSoft pinpricks dot your body as her purring grows louder.\n\n\\\u003eHer movements only grow faster and faster.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, she really starts to dig into your torso.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel your skin slightly starting to stick to her claws as the pulls them back and forth over you.  \n\\\u003eThe pain is a little more than minor, and you hiss softly into her sex.  \n\\\u003eThe vibrations from your voice only stimulates her more.  \n\\\u003eShe starts rubbing her crotch over your face with reckless abandon.  \n\\\u003eYou can't even keep up with trying to lick her at the ferocity of her hips.  \n\\\u003e\"Yessss. Keep going!\"  \n\\\u003eShe's humping your face with all she's got.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her slickness run over your face, smothering you.  \n\\\u003eYou genuinely can barely breath at this moment.  \n\\\u003eHer powerful thighs start to squeeze your head to a painful extent.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like your head is about to pop.  \n\\\u003eThere's a wetness dripping onto your stomach again.  \n\\\u003eShe's letting drool drip onto you in her fervor.  \n\\\u003eHer pace is frantic and erratic now.  \n\\\u003eShe's getting close.  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, your vision is starting to fade as your air flow and blood flow are cut off by her lower body.  \n\\\u003e\"Haah, haa!\"  \n\\\u003eShe's moaning and repeating a mix of \"fuck,\" and \"good boy.\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice is starting to quiet down as your conciousness starts to slip.  \n\\\u003eYou tap your palm against her arm, but she doesn't seem to care or respond.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly, all her weight is pressed onto your head as her legs quiver.  \n\\\u003eShe yowls, her claws piercing into you in a final assault.  \n\\\u003eA few moments pass before she lifts her bottom off your face.  \n\\\u003eYou gasp for air as she dreamily gazes at you through her legs.  \n\\\u003eThere's a string of her secretions trailing from her hips to your face like a spiderweb.  \n\\\u003e\"I told you I was gonna be rough.\"  \n\"I'll say...\"  \n\\\u003eYou cough a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"That's a good look on you though. I might have to make you my new seat.\"  \n\\\u003eshe continues.  \n\\\u003e\"I think I found where you belong.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe finally flops over, legs and arms spread over the sheets next to you.  \n\\\u003eA few minutes pass as she basks in her afterglow.  \n\\\u003eYou're just catching your breath as your jaw and neck ache.  \n\\\u003eThe myriad of fluids cover your face, now starting to cool in the night air.  \n\\\u003eYou bring up a sleeve to wipe your face, dirtying it on the cuff.  \n\\\u003eThe cat finally rights herself, a cheeky grin on her face.  \n\\\u003eShe drapes herself over your legs, bringing herself over your lower body.  \n\\\u003eKatja brings her hands up to your collar, unbuttoning your shirt starting from the collar.  \n\\\u003eThe shirt is stained with various fluids from top to bottom.  \n\\\u003eBy the time the last button is undone, she starts giving long protracted licks over your scratches.  \n\\\u003eThey've long since clotted over, but tiny spots of blood still dot your stomach.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry I clawed you so bad. It just felt too good. I'll kiss it all better for you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe tends to your wounds like a mother cat tending her kittens.  \n\\\u003eThere's a concerning look on her face though, as she's definitely savoring the faint flavors of iron and sweat.  \n\\\u003eShe finishes up as her purring tickles your legs.  \n\\\u003eShe sits up again next to your body.  \n\\\u003eShe's leaning on her elbow looking you in the eyes.  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like you still haven't calmed down yet.\"  \n\\\u003eShe eyes the tent you're pitching.  \n\\\u003eShe takes her free hand and flicks it lightly with her index finger.  \n\\\u003e\"You poor thing, so pent up. Mommy will take care of it for you.\"  \n\\\u003eYour belt is unbuckled before reaching your pants button and unfastening it.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls your zipper agonizingly slow, enjoying your impatience.  \n\\\u003ePulling your pants down to your knees, she then reaches up and fiddles with the head of your penis through your boxers.  \n\\\u003eYou swear she's a long lost twin of the Cheshire Cat as she smiles at you while rubbing her palm against your boner.\n\n\\\u003eSatisfied after a few seconds of this, she finally pulls your underwear down, your dick springing free.  \n\\\u003eA hand reaches between her legs and she sweetly exhales as she runs her fingers along her sopping slit.  \n\\\u003eShe does this for a while before withdrawing her hand.  \n\\\u003eHer hand is brought under her mouth, and she lets a dollop of saliva fall into her palm from her tongue.  \n\\\u003eShe slides a few feet onto your chest as she brings her hand up to your face.  \n\\\u003eHer large breasts press against you and her nipples poke your flesh.  \n\\\u003eShe spreads her sticky fingers and you see strings of her natural lubricant between them.  \n\\\u003e\"You've been a good boy, so I'll be gentle this time.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja reaches her hand back to your crotch and you feel a warm slickness envelop your glans.  \n\\\u003e\"There we go. Does that feel better?\"  \n\"Y-yeah.\"  \n\\\u003eThe natural juices start to drip down the shaft of your cock as she cups the head with a light fist.  \n\\\u003eYou inhale sharply because of her ministrations.  \n\\\u003eAfter a minute or so of teasing, the liquid has coated the entirety of your dick, extra fluid pooling around the base.  \n\\\u003eShe notices this and starts pumping her hand up and down.  \n\\\u003eIt's very slowly gliding along your skin, almost driving you mad.  \n\\\u003eHowever, her leg is draped over both of yours, and you can barely even squirm, let alone buck your hips in any meaningful way..  \n\\\u003eYou release a pained sigh and lean your head back, closing your eyes.  \n\\\u003eSuprisingly soft pawpads squish against your sensitive flesh.  \n\\\u003eYou've never felt them in this context, more used to the rough punishment doled out by her hands.  \n\\\u003eShe must take really good care of them.  \n\\\u003eThe fur between her pawpads is slick too, softly tickling you like a paintbrush.  \n\\\u003eMore breath escapes your lips as you keep your eyes slammed shut.  \n\\\u003eThey're forced open in suprise when you feel it, though.\n\n\\\u003eFirst you notice the texture.  \n\\\u003eRough, as always.  \n\\\u003eYou look up to her head, and you see that her tongue is extended from pursed lips.  \n\\\u003eShe drags it yet again over your nipple.  \n\\\u003e\"You're so cute. Sensitive everywhere. You got so much harder when I licked your nipples.\"  \n\\\u003eYou get a bit indignant.  \n\"H-hey! I'm not like that!\"  \n\\\u003e\"I already know you're a dirty boy. Stop pretending that you aren't a little pervert.\"  \n\\\u003eYou've got no counter to her words, and she knows it.  \n\\\u003eThe pace of her hand has started to pick up as she draws circles around your flesh with her tongue.  \n\\\u003eThe contrast between the sandpapery top side and smooth wet flesh of the underside drives you wild.  \n\\\u003eShe starts suckling it, the slight reverberations of her moans stimulating you even further.  \n\\\u003eHer paw continues to move faster and faster.  \n\\\u003eYou remember something about cats.  \n\\\u003eTheir tongues are covered in tiny hooks, the function being to remove flesh from bone.  \n\\\u003eYour nipple is inflamed in more than one way due to her.  \n\\\u003eHer hand squeezing you almost painfully hard at this point.  \n\\\u003eIt's frictionless, but the ferocity of her assault sets your nerves ablaze from overstimulation.  \n\\\u003eShe removes her mouth from you with a pop, and kisses you on the chest.  \n\\\u003eThis drives you over the edge.  \n\"Wait!\"  \n\\\u003eYou're holding back with all the willpower you can muster.  \n\\\u003e\"It's okay, let it all out.\"  \n\\\u003eYou groan as you release rope after rope of cum, splashing onto her hand.  \n\\\u003eWhite sparks flood your vision as you start to slow down.  \n\\\u003e\"You let out so much for me. Good boy.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're feeling really dizzy now.  \n\\\u003eYou've been assaulted in almost every way, and your body has finally had enough.  \n\\\u003eKatja says something undiscernable, and you start to drift into unconciousness.  \n\\\u003eThe last thing you feel is a paw lightly running through your hair.\n\n\\\u003eUgh, why does everything hurt so much?  \n\\\u003eYou feel crippled as your crusty eyes open.  \n\\\u003eYou throw off the sheets you're under and realise you're naked from the waist down.  \n\\\u003eYour shirt is only half-way on.  \n\\\u003eYou sit up and your vision immediately starts spinning.  \n\\\u003eMemories of the night start flooding back.  \n\\\u003eYou came home with Captain Hart after getting liquored up.  \n\\\u003eYou got molested all night.  \n\\\u003eThen you almost died under her ass and came harder than you've ever came in your entire life.  \n\\\u003eYou just wish your head didn't feel like it got hit by a sledgehammer.  \n\\\u003eThat wasn't a light ass that smashed your head, at least relatively.  \n\\\u003eSeveral pieces of clothing litter the floor, and you manage to slip on your underwear and pants.  \n\\\u003eYour shirt is an absolute mess though.  \n\\\u003eFrom your pants, you fish out your phone.  \n\\\u003eIt's still a few hours until your shift starts.  \n\\\u003eSo you start your walk of shame out into the living room.  \n\\\u003e\"I didn't think I'd wear you out that much. Took you long enough, sleeping beauty.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You give head like a champ though.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sets her eyes on you, chomping on a half-smoked cigar.  \n\\\u003eOf course she's the one who's fine.  \n\\\u003e\"Just in time, too. I haven't had my coffee yet. I got a french press in the kitchen for you.\"  \n\\\u003eYou trudge over to the counter and start brewing coffee for the two of you.  \n\\\u003eTwo cups are poured as you nurse your mug.  \n\\\u003eKatja seems to be in bliss as smoke drifts from her cigar.  \n\\\u003eShe's alternating puffs and sips of coffee.  \n\\\u003e\"Best breakfast in the world.\"  \n\\\u003eshe sighs.  \n\\\u003eYou look at her incredulously.  \n\"I'm gonna go take a shower. I feel sticky pretty much everywhere.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, I tried my best. But there's no time for that, I have a plane to fly soon. Go wash your face, then we're headed out.\"  \n\"Where's my clothes?\"  \n\\\u003e\"You left them at the department store.\"  \n\"Goddammit.\"  \n\\\u003eToday's gonna be a great day.\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e Started out writing this while listening to Ben Frost - By the Throat.  \n\u003e If you want some scary dark ambient songs with spooky awoos, it's great.  \n\u003e Check out the song \"The Carpathians\" from the album.\n\n### [Chapter 6](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/111176338)\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_6_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003e\"Hiiiigh-way to the danger zone~\"  \n\\\u003eHighway to the danger zone, indeed.  \n\\\u003eYou're pretty sure you're going to die in this car.  \n\\\u003eYou are way too hungover for this.  \n\\\u003eYour head hurts, the music is too loud, and you wish you were home right now.  \n\\\u003eAt least she has a pretty singing voice.  \n\\\u003eA very loud pretty voice.  \n\\\u003eShe swerves a lane over, and you swear the car propped itself onto two wheels.  \n\\\u003eWith the pace you're making, you'll end up about 2 hours early for work.  \n\\\u003eNot enough time to relax at home, and too long to hang out in the terminal.  \n\"Please slow down, I'm getting carsick.\"  \n\\\u003eYou cover your mouth with a hand.  \n\\\u003e\"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!\"  \n\\\u003eShe whips her body around to yell at you.  \n\\\u003eShe also whips the steering wheel to the right, causing you to bang your head against the window.  \n\\\u003eThankfully, the stereo gets turned down.  \n\\\u003e\"Sorry about that.\"  \n\\\u003eAll you do is bury your face in your hands.  \n\\\u003e\"We're almost there.\"  \n\\\u003eSoon the two of you are parked, and you exit.  \n\\\u003eYou immediately hunch over against the car.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's go.\"  \n\\\u003eYou follow her, shuffling like a toddler through the parking lot.  \n\\\u003eYou pass through the employee entrance together.  \n\\\u003eAll eyes are upon you though, as various airport employees whisper to each other.  \n\\\u003e\"I have to go meet up with my first officer. Pre-flight stuff. I'll be gone about a week or so.\"  \n\\\u003eYou get a swift smack to the bottom as she walks off.  \n\\\u003e\"Try not to get too lonely!\"  \n\\\u003eIt's time for you to get cleaned up a bit.  \n\\\u003eYou stop by your favorite newsstand.  \n\\\u003eYou buy an overpriced disposable toothbrush, a danish, and a few bottles of Gatorade.  \n\\\u003eThe red panda that mans the cash register rings you up silently.  \n\\\u003eUsually she's trying to flirt with you.  \n\\\u003eGuess you really look that bad.  \n\\\u003eYou head to the bathroom to see what the damage is.  \n\\\u003eThere's a nice large mirror in over the sink.\n\n\\\u003eAs you brush your teeth, you get a chance to look over yourself.  \n\\\u003eWow, that is bad.  \n\\\u003eYou luckily had enough time to wash your face before leaving earlier.  \n\\\u003eYour hair is tousled in a messy bed-head look.  \n\\\u003eYou've got stains on your collar, somehow.  \n\\\u003eThe midsection of your shirt has dried blood blotted on it.  \n\\\u003eIt looks similar to the little spots left over after a shaving accident.  \n\\\u003eAs you look down, you realize your pants are in a worse state.  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, your pants are black, so all of her dried fluids left a huge patch of white along your thigh.  \n\\\u003eA glob of toothpaste drips from your mouth onto your crotch.  \n\\\u003eIt's definitely the least of your worries right now, though.  \n\\\u003eYou spit the rest of the foam from your mouth and gargle some water.  \n\\\u003eAs you rehydrate yourself on the way to the ramp employee room, you pass by an overpriced café.  \n\\\u003eYou see two pilots sat at a small table.  \n\\\u003eOpposite to you is a lion lady eating some small breakfast sandwich.  \n\\\u003eYou can't see the one with her back to you.  \n\\\u003eYou dismiss the girls and start towards the ramp room again.  \n\\\u003eYou silently thank god that you're early.  \n\\\u003eNo one is there as you reach your locker.  \n\\\u003eYou slip on some steel-toed boots, and pull out a hi-viz vest.  \n\\\u003eLooks like it covers the worst of your shirt.  \n\\\u003eSeems like the night-shifters left a few donuts in a box too.  \n\\\u003eYou eat some stale donuts as you sit down and ponder your life choices.  \n\\\u003eMaybe you should have gotten a job at a library or something instead.  \n\\\u003eThirty minutes later the door pops open.  \n\\\u003eIt's your team lead and Sabrina happily chatting.  \n\\\u003eYou never knew they got along that well.  \n\\\u003eYou also never knew Sabrina came in that early.  \n\\\u003eYou're chronically late, so it's no suprise that you wouldn't know.  \n\\\u003e\"Good morning, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eyour rat boss says.  \n\\\u003eHer nose twitches and she quickly walks past you.\n\n\\\u003eAt least she's being professional about it.  \n\\\u003eSabrina's still across the room from you.  \n\\\u003e\"Man Anon, you look like shit!\"  \n\\\u003eshe cheerily shouts.  \n\\\u003e\"-and you look so cute in your clothes! Did your sugar momma-\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes a few steps towards you.  \n\\\u003eHer paw is outstretched to pat you on the shoulder.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, she recoils back.  \n\\\u003eHer face wrinkles up.  \n\\\u003eHer lips curl up, and she sticks her tongue out as she gags a bit.  \n\\\u003eIt's a Flehman response.  \n\\\u003eYou've seen her do the same thing when she accidentally got bleu cheese on a salad once.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls in a little closer to your neck, sniffing it lightly.  \n\\\u003e\"What the fuck, Anon! You fucking reek of pussy. In multiple ways.\"  \n\\\u003e\"How hard did you go at it to get it on your collar?\"  \n\"Isn't this like, sexual harassment or something?\"  \n\\\u003eyou joke.  \n\\\u003e\"The only harassment happening here is your smell. I can't say I'm a fan of another cat's odor.\"  \n\"Sorry, I never got a chance to take a shower or anything.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say bashfully.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls away and takes a seat, all the way across the room.  \n\\\u003eHer face is still a little screwed up in response.  \n\\\u003e\"I guess the good news is that the girls will probably leave you alone. Except for the hyenas, they might be into that.\"  \n\\\u003eYou groan thinking about it.  \n\"You're the one who sold me out. You have at least half of the responsibility here.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I want to see you turn down a nice, crisp hundred dollar bill.\"  \n\"I get it, not like my night wasn't conpensated as well.\"  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the team starts filing in.  \n\\\u003eLuckily your hangover is finally starting to subside from all the coffee and sports drinks.  \n\\\u003eIt's very quiet as the pre-work meeting starts.  \n\\\u003eVarious safety topics are highlighted, proper lifting technique and such.  \n\\\u003eAlso a helpful hint: \"Don't stand in front of a turbine until it spools down, or else you'll be painting the asphalt behind the engine.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour safety brief ends without much incident.  \n\\\u003eAll you got was a more intense eye-raping by the gang.  \n\\\u003eTasha's trembling in the corner before she runs out.  \n\\\u003eHer little notebook is pressed into her chest, completely enveloped by her breasts.  \n\\\u003eYou can't even see it at this point.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a paw lightly placed on your shoulder to get your attention.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, can I talk to you?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's your boss.  \n\\\u003eYou're pulled to the side.  \n\\\u003e\"So, this is an awkward conversation to have. Keep in mind that you work in an almost fully anthro workplace.\"  \n\"I guess you're gonna talk to me about the smell?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I don't want to have conversations like this, but it's distracting to the team. You're not the only one I've had to talk to about this, though.\"  \n\\\u003e\"ONE of our girls has had this conversation like ten times now. I can't really discipline her for that though.\"  \n\"Tasha, I guess?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I can't say.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says, looking off to the side.  \n\\\u003eShe's not good at hiding her thoughts.  \n\"I aplogize about this, I'll try to make sure this doesn't happen again.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks Anon. You're a good worker. Now go ahead and get to it!\"  \n\\\u003eYou have a newfound appreciation for your boss.  \n\\\u003eAll business when it matters.  \n\\\u003eEverone has already left by the time your talk ended.  \n\\\u003eIncluding Sabrina.  \n\\\u003eThere goes your ride.  \n\\\u003eYou're forced to get your own tug.  \n\\\u003eIt's a good hour until your plane has to get loaded, looks like you lucked out.  \n\\\u003eYou step outside your vehicle to air yourself out a bit.  \n\\\u003eEveryone else is grouped together, chatting happily.  \n\\\u003eThe yeens are giving you some salacious looks.  \n\\\u003eThen a warm breeze starts washing over the ramp.  \n\\\u003eEveryone is downwind of you, including Tasha.  \n\\\u003eFear overtakes you as she starts snarling, causing the group to take a few steps back.  \n\\\u003eSabrina starts speeding towards you, trying to block the wind from blowing across you.\n\n\\\u003eIt is far too late at this point, however.  \n\\\u003eNo one knows what she's going to do next.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, she starts spinning in circles, almost looking like she's chasing her tail.  \n\\\u003eHer growls are now interspersed with barks as well.  \n\\\u003eEveryone is afraid of the sight before their eyes.  \n\\\u003eOne of the girls genuinely starts running away, leaving the group alone to deal with this.  \n\\\u003eHer spinning only increases in tempo, causing all of her features to blur in a spiral of fur.  \n\\\u003eShe stops all of the sudden, showing no signs of being dizzy or losing any balance.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are wild, taken over by some horrifying instinct.  \n\\\u003eThey look into your soul as Sabrina runs off a few feet as well.  \n\\\u003eWhat the fuck is happening?  \n\\\u003eEveryone appears to share your confusion.  \n\\\u003eAll that you know is that something bad is about to happen.  \n\\\u003eTasha's first few steps are plodding, looking somewhere between a zombie and Frankenstein's monster.  \n\\\u003eHer back is hunched over as her fur bristles.  \n\\\u003eHer pace picks up as you flinch and close your eyes.  \n\\\u003eTwo very large arms wrap around you and spin you 180 degrees.  \n\\\u003eYou're thrown onto your hands and knees while she huddles over you in an unescapable bear hug.  \n\\\u003eIt's showtime.  \n\\\u003eHer intentions are now clear to the audience.  \n\\\u003eYou feel her hips awkwardly thrust against your backside.  \n\\\u003eThere's much too much force put into it.  \n\\\u003eShe crashes into you over and over again.  \n\\\u003eYou might actually have bruises at this point.  \n\\\u003eHer muzzle is hooked around your shoulder.  \n\\\u003ePainful minutes pass by as she pants hot breath over your ear.  \n\\\u003eHer bangs tickle your cheek.  \n\\\u003ePlease let this hell end.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a warm wetness on your bottom as you wish your slacks were a bit thicker.  \n\\\u003e\"Haah! Ruff!\"  \n\\\u003eLooks like she's almost done.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, she howls as you ribs are compressed in her arms.\n\n\\\u003eThe act is completed.  \n\\\u003eThere's no doubt that dominance was asserted.  \n\\\u003eYou are released and you gently drop face down onto the tarmac.  \n\\\u003eYou've definitely completely dissociated at this point.  \n\\\u003eThe sun has baked a pleasant warmness into the asphalt as you turn your head to the side.  \n\\\u003eThe ground feels nice.  \n\\\u003eYou hear paw pads impact the ground and grow softer and softer as they retreat.  \n\\\u003eSabrina's crouched down next to you.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are wide as you see her mouth move.  \n\\\u003eGradually your senses come back to you.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, I asked if you're okay!\"  \n\"Uh, yeah, I think.\"  \n\\\u003eMultiple hands grab you by the armpits and lift you onto your feet.  \n\\\u003e\"Here, get some water!\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel like a boxer in the corner as water is poured into your mouth.  \n\\\u003eYou've definitely had a rough round earlier.  \n\\\u003eYou get all the sweat toweled off of you.  \n\\\u003eEven the yeens are there, the Alpha wrapping her arms around you.  \n\\\u003eGetting hugged normally is pretty nice, you think.  \n\\\u003eYou get onto your feet and dust yourself off.  \n\\\u003eRecovering quickly has always been a skill of yours.  \n\\\u003eThe hyenas decide to speak up.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, I know you've got a great ass and everything, but that was fucking wack.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Y'know all the talk about us is like an urban legend and such. We won't hurt you, I promise.\"  \n\\\u003eThey are terrible at comforting you, but it's the thought that counts.  \n\"I'm gonna go sit down.\"  \n\\\u003eYou walk away and go sit down on the seat of your tractor.  \n\\\u003eLuckily it's time to load up the luggage after you sit for a few minutes.  \n\\\u003eThe belt loader is pulled up and some of your coworkers pile in to the belly of the airplane.  \n\\\u003eThrowing bags isn't the most enjoyable thing, but it helps pass the time.  \n\\\u003eEveryone is walking on eggshells around you, but all the little jokes and comments make you appreciate your coworkers.  \n\\\u003eExcept Tasha.  \n\\\u003eShe's nowhere to be found.\n\n\\\u003eYou see the a pilot round the other end of the aircraft.  \n\\\u003eAll you can see is their legs from underneath the plane.  \n\\\u003eThey finally turn around the aft, and you see who it is.  \n\\\u003eIt's Katja, lazily looking over the tail.  \n\\\u003eA few steps more and she looks down.  \n\\\u003e\"Hmmm? Looks like we meet again.\"  \n\\\u003eShe shoots you a toothy grin.  \n\"I thought you had to catch an early flight?\"  \n\\\u003eyou say, a little upset with her.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I said I had to meet up with my co-pilot. We really needed some breakfast.\"  \n\\\u003eGoddammit, she did all this on purpose.  \n\\\u003eShe walks up to you and her nose crinkles a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"What have you been up to? Already bored with me?\"  \n\\\u003eshe says, wearing a complicated expression on her face.  \n\"I don't know. I genuinely don't know.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sees your empty stare and doesn't ask further.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll leave you to it. I'll see you later this week.\"  \n\"Yes, mom!\"  \n\\\u003eUh oh, that slipped out by accident.  \n\\\u003eHer face immediately switches to one of shock.  \n\\\u003eHer paw goes up to her cap and she pulls the brim down a little further.  \n\\\u003eIs she blushing?  \n\\\u003e\"Y-you really like calling me that, huh? Time for me to go, babe.\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel a slight accomplishment at finally being the one to embarass her for the first time.  \n\\\u003eSabrina turns to you.  \n\\\u003e\"So you are really into that...\"  \n\\\u003eShe tries, and fails to cover a snicker with her hand.  \n\\\u003eThe hyenas start their signature cackle and slap each other on the back.  \n\\\u003eExcluding the Alpha.  \n\\\u003eShe seems to be panting and drooling a little harder after that exchange.  \n\\\u003eYou tell yourself it's just the heat.  \n\\\u003eYou all finish up loading the rest of the baggage pretty quickly.  \n\\\u003eIt's about time for lunch soon.  \n\\\u003eIt's yet another busy day as the afternoon rolls by.  \n\\\u003eYou're sat a little further from the group to catch some shade from a plane.  \n\\\u003eThe morning felt nice, but you're dressed too warmly to have the midday sun beating down on you.\n\n\\\u003eIt seems like Tasha decided to reappear.  \n\\\u003eApparently she was in the bathroom for about 2 hours.  \n\\\u003eShe changed her pants at least.  \n\\\u003eOf course she would be the one to have spare pants.  \n\\\u003eShe's walking slowly towards you with a plate of some sort.  \n\\\u003e\"I, uh, pizza.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's some pizza piled up on the plate.  \n\\\u003eMeat lover's from the look of it.  \n\\\u003eShe dancing on her toes in embarassment.  \n\\\u003eWhen she's not in some sort of lust induced fugue state, it seems she's actually pretty shy.  \n\"I guess I'll take a slice.\"  \n\\\u003eYou reach out and grab a slice.  \n\\\u003e\"Umm, you can have it all.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's a lot of pizza.  \n\"Thanks?\"  \n\\\u003eAt least you'll have something to eat for dinner.  \n\\\u003e\"So, uh, sorry. For earlier.\"  \n\"It's-\"  \n\\\u003eYou almost reflexively say \"It's fine.\"  \n\\\u003eBut that would be a big stretch.  \n\"It just happens sometimes.\"  \n\\\u003eYou guess you're not lying at least.  \n\\\u003eTasha's eyes start watering up, big tears welling at the corners of her eyes.  \n\\\u003eShe sure is sensitive for someone so scary.  \n\\\u003e\"Haha, yeah, it does happen.\"  \n\\\u003eYou wonder what her life was like before she started working here if she considers that normal.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah. Sorry.\"  \n\\\u003eThe conversation grinds to a halt.  \n\\\u003eThis has to be the most she's spoken to ANYONE during your time here.  \n\\\u003eSeveral uncomfortable moments pass before she starts darting her eyes around.  \n\\\u003e\"Uh, uhm, I-\"  \n\\\u003eShe's almost hyperventilating as she shifts her paws around anxiously.  \n\\\u003e\"I love you. Bye!\"  \n\\\u003eShe turns around and runs back to wherever she was before.  \n\\\u003eThat's also the loudest she's ever spoken.  \n\\\u003eGood for her?  \n\\\u003eYou pick up the plate of pizza to move it to the side.  \n\\\u003eSeems like something was accidentally deposited underneath the plate.  \n\\\u003eIt's her tiny notebook.  \n\\\u003e\"Volume XXI\" is stamped on the cover.  \n\\\u003eWhy does she have so many of these?!  \n\\\u003eOnce you finally start feeling bad for her, she has to terrify you again.  \n\\\u003eYou look over your shoulder.\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e Poor Anon got mindbroken. Wolf pussy too stronk\n\n### [Chapter 7](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/111230539)\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_7_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eTasha's off hiding in a corner somewhere.  \n\\\u003eThat was probably her quota for interaction for the day.  \n\\\u003eShe must be too upset to even notice her notepad missing.  \n\\\u003eEveryone else is too busy off to the side to notice what you're doing.  \n\\\u003eThey probably think you're busy moping or something.  \n\\\u003eYou're not that delicate, probably.  \n\\\u003eYou wipe any pizza grease off your hands.  \n\\\u003eYou turn the notebook under your hands carefully.  \n\\\u003eIt's smaller than a standard college ruled notebook, so it has to feel tiny for her.  \n\\\u003eShe is able to fit it in her massive pockets for quick access.  \n\\\u003eWhy does she needs quick access?  \n\\\u003eWho knows.  \n\\\u003eSeeing her hunched over it as she holds it in one paw is a sight that everyone is used to at this point.  \n\\\u003eThe quality of the binding and cover are shockingly pristine and luxurious, though.  \n\\\u003eYou undo the snap buckle as carefully as you can.  \n\\\u003eThere's a note on the inner cover showing her name.  \n\\\u003eIt looks more like some sort of username or pen name.  \n\\\u003e\"humiesbytee99\"  \n\\\u003eThat's weird.  \n\\\u003eLooks like she put her normal home address on it though.  \n\\\u003eHer handwriting is terrible.  \n\\\u003eYou'd say her true calling should be a doctor, but the thought of that terrifies you even more.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to turn to the first page.  \n\\\u003e\"The human, fragile and delicate, like a flower.\"  \n\\\u003eSeems she's really good at calligraphy when she tries.  \n\\\u003e\"But whom else to pluck the petals from a flower? None other than the proud and noble wolf!\"  \n\\\u003e\"The forbidden fruit's juices flow freely. The wolf is greedy and devours it ravenously.\"  \n\\\u003ePretty letters don't quite salvage her poetry, however.  \n\\\u003eYou look at the opposite page.  \n\\\u003eWriting is not her chosen artistic field, as you soon learn.  \n\\\u003eShe's a good artist.  \n\\\u003eA professional, even.  \n\\\u003eFine and controlled lines in blue ink, weighted perfectly with a careful paw.  \n\\\u003eSomehow she does this with a ballpoint pen.\n\n\\\u003eHatches perfectly placed and spaced to cast almost lifelike shadows.  \n\\\u003eAll without a single error or mistake.  \n\\\u003eIt's truly masterful.  \n\\\u003eAnd it's an anime picture, of course.  \n\\\u003eYou're pictured with huge shining eyes, with beautiful long eyelashes.  \n\\\u003eYour eyebrows are a neat single line.  \n\\\u003eThere's a heavy handed blush etched from cheek to cheek, all in red ink of course.  \n\\\u003eYou're looking content as you're in the arms of a very soft looking wolf.  \n\\\u003eIt's Tasha herself, of course.  \n\\\u003eYou're the little spoon in the equation, the both of you laying in a field of painstakingly rendered grass.  \n\\\u003eHer arms are wrapped around you, her paws covering your crotch in a \"tasteful\" way.  \n\\\u003eIt's honestly almost a little cute, in a schoolyard crush sort of way.  \n\\\u003eYou flip to another random page, and it's of you again in a speedo on your knees.  \n\\\u003eYour grasping a heart shaped wand in front of your chest.  \n\\\u003eYour chest adorned with pasties for some reason.  \n\\\u003eIt's labeled with \"Magical Boy Anon-chan Speed Ver.\"  \n\\\u003eA little speech bubble pops out from your mouth.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm wearing this so I can fight with speed.\"  \n\\\u003eYou just can't look away from this, it's truly fascinating.  \n\\\u003eAnother few pages and you see youself squatting in a dark, dirty alleyway somewhere.  \n\\\u003eYou're rocking some really hard wood, tenting some of the shortest shorts you have ever seen.  \n\\\u003eYou're making peace signs with both your hands, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes are rolling around to the back of your head, tearing up.  \n\\\u003eThere's a Gothic-looking tattoo of a heart on your lower abdomen.  \n\\\u003eYou also have a demon-like barbed tail whipping around behind you.  \n\\\u003eYou hope it's not coming out of your ass.  \n\\\u003eA carboard sign adorns a dumpster next to you with some text on it.  \n\\\u003e\"1 time=$5, 2 times=$7, As much as you want=$10\"  \n\\\u003eYou're kind of pissed at the prices.\n\n\\\u003eYou promise yourself you're only going to look at one more picture, no matter how curious you are.  \n\\\u003eYou flip to another random page.  \n\\\u003eThis one is even worse.  \n\\\u003eYou're being embraced by someone you know, legs intertwining.  \n\\\u003eYour mouth is open in ecstasy, moaning incoherently.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes are pressed tight in pleasure.  \n\\\u003eThe one you're being pressed against is none other than the waiter you see at Chili's sometimes.  \n\\\u003eHe's a really nice guy.  \n\\\u003eSame name as you, too.  \n\\\u003eThere's a speech bubble over his head saying \"Shall we do it?\"  \n\\\u003eYou might not be able to look him in the eye for a few days after this.  \n\"That's enough of that.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say to yourself, shutting the book.  \n\\\u003eYou're very glad that it's not a little rage journal with a kill list.  \n\\\u003eBut you've definitely seen way too many different sides of her today.  \n\\\u003eCan you call someone a savant nowadays?  \n\\\u003eBecause that's what she is.  \n\\\u003eYou refasten the belt of the notebook and start walking back to Tasha.  \n\"Hey, you left this under the pizza.\"  \n\\\u003eC'mon Anon, poker face!  \n\\\u003e\"Y-you didn't look, did you?\"  \n\"NO! Nope.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say entirely too loudly.  \n\\\u003eYou about-face and speedwalk to the group.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey Anon! Finally decided to join us, huh?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina says to you, blissfully unaware of what happened.  \n\\\u003e\"Tasha didn't bother you too much after that, right? We saw her over there.\"  \n\\\u003eThe group looks angrily at Sabrina, cursing her lack of delicacy.  \n\"She's uh,\"  \n\\\u003eyou struggle to gather your thoughts.  \n\"-she's trying her best.\"  \n\\\u003eEvery fiber of your being wants to tell Sabrina about the \"artwork\" but you decide against it.  \n\\\u003eEveryone breathes a sigh of relief, and you go back to finishing lunch.  \n\\\u003e\"Man though, that cat really wanted to claim you. Not like I wouldn't do the same,\"  \n\\\u003esays one of the hyenas.  \n\\\u003eTypical yeens.  \n\\\u003e\"You know if she's into sharing? Me and the girls don't mind at all.\"\n\n\"You could ask me if I wanted to be shared first, y'know.\"  \n\\\u003eAll this does is cause all the hyenas to start cackling.  \n\\\u003eIt wasn't supposed to be a humorous retort, but you'll take it.  \n\\\u003eSoon an assignment pops up and everyone's back to work as usual.  \n\\\u003ePlane after plane is loaded and work seems to pop by quickly.  \n\\\u003eYou're interrupted by the buzz of your phone at some point.  \n\\\u003eIt's a text.  \n\\\u003e\"just landed in dfw :^)\"  \n\\\u003eThe ID reads \"katja\"  \n\\\u003eHow the-  \n\"How'd you get my number?\"  \n\\\u003e\"U said I could,. yuor phone was unlocked and I thought youd be too lonely.\"  \n\\\u003eThe next text is the cat emoji, three times in a row for some reason.  \n\\\u003e\"i looked around a little bit too... Your really vanilla.\"  \n\\\u003eYou sigh, of course she'd look at your porn.  \n\\\u003e\"DO YOU NEED ME TO HOLD YOUR HAND NEXT TIME? LOL\"  \n\\\u003eA moment passes before you get another text.  \n\\\u003e\"sorry for yelling\"  \n\"I'm at work right now, we'll talk later. You know how the managers get during the busy season.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're getting the pangs of a headache already.  \n\\\u003e\"ok..\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina looks over her shoulder at you.  \n\\\u003e\"Whatcha doing there? Texting your girlfriend? I bet you have 2 'mommies' in your contacts.\"  \n\\\u003eShe waggles her eyebrows for entirely too long.  \n\"You should do stand-up. Or maybe improv would be more your speed?\"  \n\\\u003eShe laughs heartily at your response.  \n\\\u003e\"Seriously, what's she saying though? I don't want my poor little Anon to get put through the ringer again. Wringed out, more likely.\"  \n\"Just take a look at this.\"  \n\\\u003eYou flip the phone towards her, and she doubles over in laughter.  \n\\\u003e\"Woah, phew, that's just too rich. Ask her how the nursing home's treating her for me.\"  \n\"Sure, sure,\"  \n\\\u003eYou wave her off.  \n\\\u003eYou go back to throwing bags around again.  \n\\\u003eSabrina's next to you, and you're pretty sure she's hip checking you on purpose.  \n\\\u003eIt feels nice to engage in the usual horseplay.\n\n\\\u003eIt's not even been 15 minutes before your phone vibrates again.  \n\\\u003e\"im sending a pic\"  \n\\\u003eTrue to her word, your phone starts downloading an attached image.  \n\\\u003eShe's sat with her bare legs to the side, wearing just a pair of panties on her lower half.  \n\\\u003eShe's pulled off her jacket, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to let her milky white tits spill out.  \n\\\u003eNow in the light, you really get to see her bright pink nipples jutting out from her chest.  \n\\\u003eShe's cradling them with her free arm as she snaps a selfie.  \n\\\u003eThere's a saucy grin on her face as she stares directly into the camera.  \n\\\u003e\"did you get a boner? I'm horny\"  \n\\\u003eYou see she's typing up another text.  \n\\\u003e\"send me a dick pic\"  \n\"Come on, I'm at work right now. I don't have time for this.\"  \n\\\u003e\"do it anyways. go to the bathroom\"  \n\"I really can't.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I know your turned on,. just do it or ill mak you when I get back\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't know what kind of \"punishment\" you'll be subjected to, but you're sure at this point you'd probably end up liking it.  \n\\\u003eHow the mighty have fallen.  \n\"Fine\"  \n\\\u003eYou never thought you'd be doing something like this.  \n\\\u003eCall you a pervert, fine.  \n\\\u003eBut at least you're not somekind of exhibitionist.  \n\\\u003eYet, at least.  \n\\\u003eYou turn to Sabrina to inform her that you're taking a quick break.  \n\\\u003e\"Alright Anon, just get back before we push back.\"  \n\\\u003eYou start speeding off to find a bathroom.  \n\\\u003eJust a few minutes later you arrive to your destination.  \n\\\u003eIt's one of the more out of the way ones, hopefully you can get this over with soon.  \n\\\u003eYou hop in a stall and pull out your cock for a quick photo op.  \n\\\u003eIt's sent on it's way and you hope that it's the last of it.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly, she decides to start a video call.  \n\\\u003eYou've got no choice but to answer.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey you.\"  \n\\\u003eYou immediately turn down the volume to it's lowest setting so that her voice doesn't echo through the whole room.\n\n\\\u003eShe's sat up against the headboard of the hotel's bed.  \n\"What are you doing? Why'd you call me right now?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I just thought this would be a little more fun.\"  \n\\\u003eShe slowly unbuttons the rest of her shirt and slips it off her shoulders.  \n\\\u003eHer chest bulges outward as she lifts her arms over her head.  \n\\\u003eThere's a light patch of fluff extending from her collarbone down to her cleavage.  \n\\\u003eYou really wish you could run your fingers through it right now.  \n\\\u003eHer face is a touch flushed.  \n\\\u003eShe must be having a drink again.  \n\\\u003eYour suspicions are confirmed as reaches offscreen and takes a sip of some brown liquor.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are lidded as she pulls the glass from her lips, smudging some lipstick on the rim.  \n\\\u003eOnly she can make drinking look so sexy.  \n\\\u003eThe screen shows shooting from a low angle, her phone being held in her lap.  \n\\\u003eYou can see indent of her belly button at the very bottom of the screen.  \n\\\u003e\"Did you already put it back up? Pull it out and let me see.\"  \n\\\u003eIt seems you made some kind of face inadvertently.  \n\\\u003eYou peer through the gaps of the stall's door.  \n\\\u003eShe sees your hesitation and smirks in satisfaction.  \n\\\u003e\"Go on then. I'm telling you to do it, so don't disappoint me.\"  \n\"O-okay.\"  \n\\\u003eThe camera is reversed to point at your lower body.  \n\\\u003eYou unzip your fly and fish your dick out of your pants.  \n\\\u003eYou're already erect from just her words alone.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy. You follow my instructions well. So obedient.\"  \n\\\u003eYou already know what she wants, so you wrap your free hand around your shaft.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't keep me waiting.\"  \n\\\u003eYou start pumping it slowly at first, gradually picking up tempo.  \n\\\u003eOn your screen, you see her lick her lips.  \n\\\u003eShe's definitely enjoying this.  \n\\\u003eYou see her slip her hand towards the phone before it passes it into her lap.  \n\\\u003eIt bumps against the phone, causing the screen to jitter for a second before refocusing on her chest and face.\n\n\\\u003eYou're really going at it as hear a faint wet sound as she strokes her hand up and down.  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, you can't see her rubbing her pussy directly.  \n\\\u003eBut honestly all you need is her smug smile.  \n\\\u003e\"Slow down. Slowly.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's agonizing to slow down, but you have to listen to what she says.  \n\\\u003eIn a contrast to her words, she's only speeding up on herself.  \n\\\u003eSoft sighs escape her lips.  \n\\\u003e\"Are you gonna cum soon? You have to wait until I say it okay.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's panting at this point.  \n\\\u003eThe picture displayed on your phone is getting disorted as her hand keeps roughly bumping against it.  \n\\\u003eThis is painful to endure at this point, but at least she's getting close.  \n\\\u003eYou're stroking stops and your squeeze the base of your cock to keep from cumming.  \n\\\u003e\"Poor thing, but you have to wait just a little bit more.\"  \n\\\u003eSeconds tick by and sweat is pouring down your face.  \n\"Please...\"  \n\\\u003eThen Katja says those magic words.  \n\\\u003e\"Go ahead. You can cum for mommy.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's all it took for you to release everything.  \n\\\u003eShe throws her head back as you see her bite her lip.  \n\\\u003eHer orgasm is almost silent, just a soft moan as she cums.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmmn! Haah, hah,\"  \n\\\u003eShe's trying to catch her breath as she rides the last of it.  \n\\\u003eShe's laying there lazily as she pants for a half a minute or so.  \n\\\u003e\"There we go. That was fun, wasn't it?\"  \n\"Yeah... Thanks, but I don't think I can make this a habit.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You should go and clean up a bit, everyone's probably waiting for you out there. I'll be calling you later.\"  \n\"Ok.\"  \n\\\u003eis all you can muster up before saying bye to each other.  \n\\\u003eShe hangs up the phone, but you get a text a minute or two later.  \n\\\u003eIt's a thumbs up emoji.  \n\\\u003eYou don't really get what that's supposed to mean.  \n\\\u003eYou might have to teach her some phone literacy and texting etiquette next time she's in town.  \n\\\u003eGrabbing a paper towel, you dab your brow of any sweat.\n\n\\\u003eYou dash out to your vehicle and speed to the previous gate the team was at.  \n\\\u003eLuckily, they're just finishing up, baggage carts speeding away as everything is being prepared for departure.  \n\\\u003eSabrina comes and finds you right before the plane pushes.  \n\\\u003e\"Are you okay? You were gone forever!\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a genuine look of concern on her face.  \n\\\u003eShe's giving you the puppy-dog eyes.  \n\\\u003eGuess it would be kitty-cat eyes in this case.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a little bit guilty, but it's not like you could tell her what happened.  \n\\\u003e\"You're pouring sweat too! Was it really that bad?\"  \n\"I promise you, Sabrina. I'm fine now.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leads you by the shoulder to go sit down on a stool.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna go get you some Tums from the first aid station. Be right back!\"  \n\\\u003eThis is a bit too much for your poor heart.  \n\\\u003eYou almost wish she could smell what you've been up to at this point.  \n\\\u003eShe'd probably just rib you and never let you live this down.  \n\\\u003eBut it's not like you could admit you were beating off at work.  \n\\\u003eIf the yeens find out you might actually get assaulted in a bathroom somewhere.  \n\\\u003eSabrina gets back and you crunch down on some Tums.  \n\\\u003eIt actually does help a bit after choking down like half a pizza.  \n\\\u003e\"All better! It's almost time for us to finish up for the day.\"  \n\"Today felt too long...\"  \n\\\u003eIt really has been too exciting of a day for you.  \n\\\u003e\"You want to go out and drink? My treat this time!\"  \n\"Maybe, I haven't decided yet.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You gotta pay me back though. I want to know all the saucy details. The unshakeable Anon, seduced in just one day!\"  \n\"I don't know if I'd call myself that.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Seriously, she's got game. I wish she had given me some pointers when I was trying to win over Dave!\"  \n\"I think you might have scared him away with her 'advice.' He's not as easygoing as me.\"  \n\\\u003e\"More like easy. You finally admitted it yourself.\"  \n\\\u003eThis cat drives you nuts sometimes.\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e I stole at least one joke from the manga +tic Neesan in the artwork section.\n\u003e \n\u003e I guess it's okay if it's funny?\n\n### [Chapter 8](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/111608890)\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_8_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eThe plane is pushed back with zero complications.  \n\\\u003eOr harassment from the pilots.  \n\\\u003eIt honestly makes you feel a bit lonely.  \n\\\u003eYour workday comes to a close after some light cleaning up.  \n\\\u003eEveryone's headed through the employee exit before Sabrina accosts you.  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon Anon, don't be a sourpuss. Get some drinks with us!\"  \n\\\u003eYou do need a drink, but alone time sounds better right now.  \n\\\u003eGoing easy on the drinks would be best too, if last night was any indicator.  \n\"I think I'm gonna call it an early night. I need some sleep.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Have some fun all alone then. Bleh!\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina sticks her tongue out at you.  \n\\\u003eYou just give her a wave goodbye as you walk to the parking lot.  \n\\\u003eYou press the button on your keys to unlock the car.  \n\\\u003eYou have to press it like 20 times for it to respond.  \n\\\u003eMust be the battery.  \n\\\u003eAs you sit down, you place the remaining pizza slices in the seat next to you and just decompress.  \n\\\u003eYou sink into the seat as all the physical exhaustion finally hits you.  \n\\\u003eIt seems all you've done is be assaulted, sat on, and do heavy lifting all day.  \n\\\u003eThat's not too far from the truth.  \n\\\u003eYou sigh and pull yourself straight.  \n\\\u003eYou engine ignites and you pull out, headed straight for home.  \n\\\u003eYou drive in perfect silence as you cruise down the interstate.  \n\\\u003eListening to the radio would be too much of a hassle right now.  \n\\\u003eYou finally arrive at your dingy apartment after 30 minutes or so.  \n\\\u003eThe neighborhood is not the best one in the city.  \n\\\u003eIt's the kind of place where gas stations sell loosies to crackheads.  \n\\\u003eAt least you've gotten used to the gunshots every night.  \n\\\u003eThe door is propped open as you cradle your pizza with the other hand.  \n\\\u003eYou lock the door behind you as you kick your boots off.  \n\\\u003eNever know who might try to break in behind you.  \n\\\u003eIt's nerve-wracking enough when an anthro follows you up the stairs.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe you should start carrying pepper spray.  \n\\\u003eThe extra-spicy kind for extra-sensitive noses.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to stop thinking about sexual assault and walk into the living room.  \n\\\u003eYou pass by your sofa before entering you room.  \n\\\u003eStripping off all your clothes, you lift your shirt to your nose.  \n\\\u003eEven your human nose can smell her scent on it.  \n\\\u003eYou throw it in a corner somewhere before you get excited again.  \n\\\u003eYou twist the knob of your shower and wait for it to heat up.  \n\\\u003eStepping inside you let the warm water wash over you as you think about the events of the past few days.  \n\\\u003eIt sure would have been nice to try out the shower in Katja's home.  \n\\\u003eYour hands run through your hair as you lather up some shampoo.  \n\\\u003eWhat would have been even nicer would be joining her in it.  \n\\\u003eYou rinse your head and wash down your body.  \n\\\u003eIt's really hard to shake your thoughts about her.  \n\\\u003eShe's been dominating you, both your thoughts and physically.  \n\\\u003eYour hands reach your crotch before you decide to turn the shower to a cold one.  \n\\\u003eGrabbing a towel, you step out and dry your body.  \n\\\u003eYou grab some comfortable clothes and go to lay down on the couch.  \n\\\u003eNothing good seems to be on TV, and you don't find anything interesting on any streaming services.  \n\\\u003eYou put on some news channel as you lay your head on an armrest.  \n\\\u003eMan, you really hate this place.  \n\\\u003eYou're not a gold-digger, but you would love to be staying in Katja's penthouse right now.  \n\\\u003eEven if you essentially being kept as a pet.  \n\\\u003eBeing her pet doesn't sound too bad at all.  \n\\\u003eJust what is it that she sees in you?  \n\\\u003eAn easy score?  \n\\\u003eYou can't imagine her wanting something more than that.\n\n\\\u003eThen why is she acting so possessive then?  \n\\\u003eSupposedly, her treating you like a scratching post may be symbolic.  \n\\\u003eAnd then there's the fact she purposefully made you show up to the ramp reeking of sex.  \n\\\u003eYou're not sure if it's really a relationship thing, or just a kink of hers.  \n\\\u003eYou don't understand anthro stuff sometimes, but either way you aren't complaining.  \n\\\u003eIt seems like she has a lot of experience, so you think she wouldn't get too jealous of the others.  \n\\\u003eIt's not even like you'd want to sleep with any of them anyways.  \n\\\u003eYou also think it's a bit strange that she's single at this age too.  \n\\\u003eShe has to be in her mid-40's and never seems to have been married.  \n\\\u003eShe didn't have any pictures or mementos of any ex laying around.  \n\\\u003eShe barely had any pictures of her family.  \n\\\u003eThat's getting a bit too ahead of yourself though.  \n\\\u003eYou may have caught feelings for her, but there's no indication that it's mutual.  \n\\\u003eShe must be taking advantage of you.  \n\\\u003eShe probably has a boy in every city she goes to.  \n\\\u003eMight as well enjoy this while this lasts.  \n\\\u003eYou sit up, deciding to grab a beer.  \n\\\u003eThinking too much is giving you a headache.  \n\\\u003eYou lay back again after twisting off the top.  \n\\\u003eNothing like a piss-flavored light beer to wash away the day's fatigue.  \n\\\u003eYou stare up at the ceiling just meditating.  \n\\\u003eYou're about halfway done with you beer before you start to drift off into sleep.  \n\\\u003eIt's set down on the coffee table as you stand up.  \n\\\u003eYou trudge your way to bed, and you crash down onto it before falling asleep.  \n\\\u003eThe harsh sound of your alarm wakes you up.  \n\\\u003eYou tap the snooze icon a few times, delaying the inevitable.  \n\\\u003eEventually, you roll out of bed and get dressed in some light clothes, opting for some ventilation in this heat.  \n\\\u003eYour clothes from yesterday got soaked in sweat along with other bodily fluids.\n\n\\\u003eYou hop in your car and head out to get some breakfast.  \n\\\u003eA gas station coffee and microwaved egg sandwich.  \n\\\u003eDefinitely not the highest fare, but it'll help you power through the day.  \n\\\u003eIt's back on the road to the good old international airport.  \n\\\u003eYou flip to the public radio station for some background noise.  \n\\\u003e\"And that was Ms. Suzu Tamura, author of the book 'The History of Fox Worship, and You.' Tune in later for more exclusive interviews.\"  \n\\\u003eThe drive is uneventful, and you manage to finish your meal before parking your car.  \n\\\u003eYou lock the door and shuffle your way to the employee entrance, waiting for your caffeine to kick in.  \n\\\u003eYou go through the motions with the \"friendly\" TSA officers before you reach the room where your coworkers are gathered.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, look who decided to show up! The team leader's off doing a favor for the manager, so you're off the hook.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina says.  \n\\\u003eYou sit down at a table with her.  \n\"Good to know. Anything fun happen last night?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Same old, same old. What'd you do? Get all hot and steamy with Captain Claw? I bet you were glued to your phone all night.\"  \n\\\u003eHere she goes again.  \n\\\u003eIt's too early for this.  \n\"I just passed out last night. Long day and all.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're technically not lying, just omitting the details.  \n\\\u003e\"Hmmmm?\"  \n\\\u003eShe hums to herself, but holds back whatever smart comment she was thinking of saying.  \n\\\u003eThe hyenas are in a corner, undressing you with their eyes as usual.  \n\\\u003eSome things never change.  \n\\\u003eOne of them points at you and they all start cackling at the top of their lungs.  \n\\\u003eYou'd rather not imagine what they're saying.  \n\\\u003eThey're probably trying to get you AND Katja into bed for all you know.  \n\\\u003eYeens love their group orgies.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to lay your head down on the table until you get an assignment.  \n\\\u003eA few minutes pass before your boss shows up, and gives a quick briefing for the day.\n\n\\\u003eNothing of note happens, and you're off to work with the rest of the crew.  \n\\\u003eYou're hanging out in the passenger seat with Sabrina while she talks your ear off about some MMA thing.  \n\\\u003eYou have no idea what a triangle choke is, but she's getting extra worked up about it.  \n\\\u003eGuess she's having fun with her husband at those classes.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes scan around the the gate to see what your other coworkers are up to.  \n\\\u003eTasha was suspiciously missing from the pre-work meeting.  \n\\\u003eYou happen to see her sitting with her paws in her lap.  \n\\\u003eShe's got one of those fidget cube toys.  \n\\\u003eYou meet eyes with her, and she looks away.  \n\\\u003eShe really starts going at it after this, flipping every switch and twisting every spinner.  \n\\\u003eShe's rocking back and forth again.  \n\\\u003eIt always spooks you a little bit.  \n\\\u003eIf you gave her a Rubik's cube, she could probably solve it in seconds like one of those prodigy Asian kids.  \n\\\u003e\"When you're doing a Kimura lock from side control, you have to sit on their head to keep them from moving. You can also do it from a full mount, but it isn't as fun.\"  \n\\\u003eIs this still martial arts, or is this a sex thing?  \n\\\u003eKnowing her, it's probably a bit of both.  \n\"Sounds really cool.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say disinterestedly.  \n\\\u003e\"You should come to one of these classes, Anon. Bring the cat, too. I already know she can choke you out, but it would be funny to watch.\"  \n\\\u003eYou almost say that you wouldn't mind that, but you catch yourself before replying.  \n\"I get enough exercise here, Sabrina. Last thing I need is being more sore at the end of the day.\"  \n\\\u003eShe'll never stop harassing you until the eventual day you cave in.  \n\\\u003e\"Suit yourself. I don't think you'll be able to keep up with your sugar momma until you get some exercise.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's probably right.  \n\\\u003e\"What's her name, anyways?\"  \n\"Katja Hart. German name I think.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oooooh, first name basis? I would've thought she'd make you call her Mrs. Hart.\"  \n\\\u003eYou completely ignore her jab.  \n\\\u003eLuckily your saving grace comes in the form of a taxiing airplane.  \n\\\u003e\"OK! Let's get to work.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina dashes out with some reflective batons.  \n\\\u003eIt soon sits in it's spot before the wheels are chocked.  \n\\\u003eSoon everyone is at their stations as usual.  \n\\\u003ePlanes come and go, and lunch is had.  \n\\\u003eTasha is absent once again, so you don't get any gifts of pizza this time.  \n\\\u003eEveryone's sat in a circle, idly chatting about the day, what they did last night, or who they want to fuck.  \n\\\u003eThe answer is you, but you just bite into your sandwich and space out.  \n\\\u003eYour phone buzzes in your pocket.  \n\\\u003eUnsuprisingly, it's Katja.  \n\\\u003e\"good morning\"  \n\\\u003eShe must be a few time zones away.  \n\\\u003e\"having fun at work?\"  \n\"I'm on lunch right now.\"  \n\\\u003e\"what r u eating\"  \n\"A turkey sandwich. No mayo because of the sun.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a very dry sandwich.  \n\\\u003eAt least when you make it at home, it doesn't cost $8.  \n\\\u003e\"mine is bettr\"  \n\\\u003eYou get sent an image.  \n\\\u003eThe first one is low angle shot, mostly of her chin, her eyes peering down at the screen.  \n\\\u003eHer tongue is stuck out as she attempts to take the perfect shot.  \n\\\u003e\"oops\"  \n\\\u003eHer second image is actually of her food.  \n\\\u003eIt's of a lovely plate of Eggs Benedict, beautifully garnished with parsley and pepper.  \n\\\u003e\"ill buy it for you next tim your in LAX\"  \n\"I don't think I can afford to go to LA anytime soon.\"  \n\\\u003e\"mayb i'll take you next time\"  \n\\\u003eShe sends a winking cat emoji.  \n\\\u003eIt's completely the wrong color, a black cat for some reason.  \n\\\u003eThat was a suprisingly normal exchange between you two.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like you would give up any of your lunch break for any shenanigans though.  \n\\\u003eEveryone finishes their lunch and it's back to work.  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the day passes uneventfully.\n\n\\\u003eSabrina invites you out to drink once again.  \n\\\u003eYou'd wonder how she afford airport beers every night, but then you remember that her husband's an engineer.  \n\\\u003eHe's also the one who manages the finances for the house.  \n\\\u003eYou're pretty sure she gets scolded by her husband pretty frequently.  \n\\\u003eYou decline yet again, much to Sabrina's disappointment.  \n\\\u003eHer ears droop down a bit as she wishes you goodbye.  \n\\\u003eYou get home and relax without being interrupted by Katja.  \n\\\u003eThe next few days pass by in the same manner.  \n\\\u003eTasha's avoiding you still.  \n\\\u003eShe definitely knows you saw her journal.  \n\\\u003eShe's onto Volume 22.  \n\\\u003eNothing stops an artist, it seems.  \n\\\u003eYou wonder what depraved situations she's drawing.  \n\\\u003eThere's a bit of curiousity yet still some hesitation on your part.  \n\\\u003eIt's a Pandora's Box of degeneracy.  \n\\\u003eYou get sporadic text messages throughout the day from Katja.  \n\\\u003eThe nights are filled with sexy exchanges.  \n\\\u003eLuckily not at work though, you've had enough bathroom masturbation on the job for one lifetime.  \n\\\u003eShe's keeping pretty constant contact, which suprises you a bit.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, 2 days before she arrives, you get one single message.  \n\\\u003eAll she says is \"I'll be back tomorrow.\"  \n\\\u003eThe next day is silent.  \n\\\u003eMaybe something happened?  \n\\\u003eYou don't think you said anything offensive though, and there's no indication that she's gotten bored of you.  \n\\\u003eIt has to be a long flight or something similar.  \n\\\u003eShe's probably deadheading though, you imagine she hit her flight hours for the week.  \n\\\u003eYou don't even know when she's going to arrive.  \n\\\u003eHopefully it's not during your shift.  \n\\\u003eYou imagine she'll end up harassing you in front of everyone yet again.  \n\\\u003eIt's midday when she arrives.  \n\\\u003eShe's walking the ramp in a designated pedestrian walkway.  \n\\\u003eYou're kind of excited that she's going out of her way to see you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Let's go.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja is suprisingly serious.  \n\"I'm in the middle of my shift, I can't just walk out.\"  \n\\\u003eWhat's with the urgency?  \n\\\u003e\"I'm grounded for a while, and I need some company right now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're grabbed by the collar like a disobedient dog as the rest of the crew watch in disbelief.  \n\\\u003eSabrina raises her hand towards you, but bites her tongue as you get dragged away.  \n\"What the hell?\"  \n\\\u003eYou're actually confused by the audacity of the situation.  \n\\\u003eYou pass by your team lead on the way to the terminal.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, where are you goi-\"  \n\\\u003eShe's a bit pissed, but she's interrupted before she can even finish her sentence.  \n\\\u003e\"He's sick. We're leaving.\"  \n\\\u003eYou just nod your head at your boss.  \n\\\u003eA half-day doesn't sound too bad.  \n\\\u003eYou're trailing behind her as she power-walks through the terminal.  \n\\\u003eHer shoes are hitting the ground at an alarming force.  \n\\\u003eThe noise echoes through the open space like an auditorium.  \n\\\u003eIs she mad at you?  \n\\\u003eYou have no idea what you did.  \n\\\u003eYou follow her into the employee parking lot as she wordlessly throws her bag into the trunk.  \n\\\u003eThere's a loud impact as the bag lands crookedly.  \n\\\u003eShe slams down the hood without any care.  \n\\\u003eHopefully there's nothing fragile in there.  \n\\\u003eShe starts the car as you climb in the passenger's seat.  \n\"Hey, did something happen?\"  \n\\\u003eyou ask, apprehensive.  \n\\\u003e\"It's fine.\"  \n\\\u003eHer knuckles are whiter than usual as the car's steering wheel is spun around.  \n\\\u003eYou don't bother asking her to elaborate.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you ride for only a few minutes before you see a signs come into view.  \n\\\u003eVarious hotel and motel chains.  \n\\\u003eYou stop by the closest one.  \n\\\u003eEcono Lodge?  \n\\\u003eYou've never even heard of this chain.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like the kind of place that has bed bugs.  \n\\\u003eYou're sat in the parking lot as she stares straight forward.  \n\\\u003e\"Do you know why I'm grounded?\"  \n\\\u003eYou haven't the slightest clue.\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e I had to ask my best friend who loves MMA:\n\u003e \n\u003e \"What's the most erotic way to get beat up by a girl?\"\n\u003e \n\u003e He was disappointed, but not suprised.\n\u003e \n\u003e I hope you guys appreciate this, because I got a face full of man-ass for you.\n\n### [Chapter 9](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/112486051)\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e Cleaned up this chapter a bit, there shouldn't be anymore typos.  \n\u003e I added a bit here and there thanks to some constructive criticism.\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eYou open your mouth to respond.  \n\\\u003eIs she sick or something?  \n\\\u003eShe's acting strangely.  \n\"Umm...\"  \n\\\u003eShe interrupts your thought.  \n\\\u003e\"Wait here, I'm grabbing a room.\"  \n\\\u003eShe exits the car, leaving you still seated and buckled up.  \n\\\u003eIt's very hot in here.  \n\\\u003eAre you gonna be another causalty of a hot car?  \n\\\u003eYou do feel like an abandoned child in here.  \n\\\u003eAs you ponder your fate, you hear the jingle of keys as you exit the passenger seat.  \n\\\u003eShe walks up to you.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's go to the room.\"  \n\"Should I grab your bags? I'm pretty good at handling them, haha...\"  \n\\\u003eYou make a very awkward joke and follow it with a forced laugh.  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't even humor you as her face betrays no emotion.  \n\\\u003e\"No time.\"  \n\\\u003eHopefully no one breaks into her car.  \n\\\u003eYou're grabbed by the collar and dragged to a second floor suite.  \n\\\u003eShe presses her keycard against the lock and you're pushed inside.  \n\\\u003eYou're definitely about to be violated whether you want to or not.  \n\\\u003eYou're sweating as you look around the room.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like the kind of motel that has bedbugs.  \n\"Room with a view huh? Pretty romantic.\"  \n\\\u003eyou joke.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes are darting around as Katja stares you down.  \n\\\u003eYou feel sweat drop off of your brow as you tremble slightly.  \n\\\u003eKatja really has a way of setting off your fight or flight response.  \n\\\u003eYou could never overpower her, so it's flight in your case.  \n\\\u003eYou take a few steps back as she grabs you again, spinning you onto the bed.  \n\\\u003eYou impact the bed roughly, the collapsed box springs digging into your back.  \n\\\u003eThis is it, you're about to be abused like a cheap whore.  \n\\\u003eYou kind of are one at this point, in your own eyes.  \n\\\u003eWonder if she sees you the same way as well.  \n\\\u003eIn an instant, she's upon you, claws digging into your shoulders, much harder than usual.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her face up to yours and you flinch.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden you hear her voice.  \n\\\u003e\"Mrrr! Mrrow meow.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's straddling you and slowly dragging her lower body against yours.  \n\\\u003eHer meows grow desperate along with her ministrations.  \n\\\u003eHer face thrusts fowards against yours, knocking your head back.  \n\\\u003eHer snout crashes into yours, your nose tender now after the assualt.  \n\"Ow! What the hell are you doing?\"  \n\\\u003eYou're silenced by another headbutt, her teeth pressing against your face as her hot breath washes over you in frantic meows.  \n\\\u003eHer cheeks roughly grind against your face as she feverishly rubs her scent onto you.  \n\\\u003eShe's gone completely wild, feral even.  \n\\\u003eNot the most politically correct term, but there's no other way to describe it.  \n\\\u003eShe buries her face into the crook of your neck as her teeth poke at you from her open mouth.  \n\\\u003eShe's doing everything in her power to keep herself from sinking her fangs into your soft flesh.  \n\\\u003e\"Rrrrrrr...\"  \n\\\u003eYou're not getting out of this without getting bitten at least once.  \n\\\u003eShe proceeds to lapping at your neck with her rough toungue.  \n\\\u003eShe's doing it so frantically you're worried she's going to give you some scrapes.  \n\\\u003eThankfully, she changes her target to your face, feverishly licking around your mouth and cheeks.  \n\\\u003eYou're taken aback by her sudden show of affection, the confusion only compounded by her earlier attitude.  \n\\\u003eYou're practically bathing in her saliva at this point.  \n\\\u003eAfter a minute or so of this, she finally pulls her head back.  \n\\\u003eHer claws have loosened their grip only slightly as you look her in the eyes.  \n\\\u003eThey're glassy and glazed over almost as if she was drunk.  \n\\\u003e\"Sorry, I just can't control myself. I've been holding it in ever since I grabbed you. I could've taken you, you know. In front of everyone and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.\"  \n\\\u003eThe very idea makes you shiver.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm in heat. Can't fly distracted. But that's what you're here for.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's still slowly humping her hips against yours though the layers of clothing.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly everything makes a lot more sense.  \n\\\u003eShe raises herself to her knees and rips off her shirt, the buttons' stitching popping them free from the fabric.\n\n\\\u003eThe buttons fly off in random directions, clattering against random objects.  \n\\\u003eHer pants are shimmied off of her hips and down her thighs.  \n\\\u003eShe can barely kick off her pants fast enough.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like she opted for more traditional matte black panties.  \n\\\u003eShe hooks her thumbs into the waistband, one side being grasped by a closed paw.  \n\\\u003eHer claws suddenly dig into it, snapping them on one side as she pulls them only partially down.  \n\\\u003eLong strings of her excitement connect her pussy to her underwear, smearing down her leg.  \n\\\u003eShe's wetter than when she rode your face just a week or so ago.  \n\\\u003eThe fabric cuts into the thin layer of fat on her right thigh.  \n\\\u003eHopefully she has a change of clothes in her suitcase.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing some rather plain dress socks coming up to her knees.  \n\\\u003eObviously she has no adversion to the idea of sex with socks on.  \n\\\u003e\"Shirt off, now.\"  \n\\\u003eshe growls.  \n\\\u003eYou pull your undershirt over your head.  \n\\\u003eShe grabs it suddenly and deftly ties it into a knot, trapping your hands together.  \n\\\u003eLooks like you won't be able to use your hands for what she has in store for you.  \n\\\u003e\"Now I've got you where I want you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe licks her lips in predatory hunger.  \n\\\u003eShe starts fiddling with your belt.  \n\\\u003eShe's pulling on it so frantically, that you're worried she's gonna tear right through it.  \n\\\u003eThe plastic buckle pops open and she pulls your pants over your hips and down your legs.  \n\\\u003eShe walks back a few steps on her knees as your pants and underwear are freed from your body.  \n\\\u003eSomehow the legs of your pants catch your boots and pull them off, socks and all.  \n\\\u003eShe's really dextrous considering her desperation.  \n\\\u003eShe tosses your clothes over her shoulder, everything settling at the foot of the bed.  \n\\\u003eYour erection pops free from it's binds, laying against your belly.  \n\\\u003eYou don't think you've ever been this hard in your life.  \n\\\u003eSoon she's upon you again, and she's started grinding against your dick once again.  \n\\\u003eIt's lubed up almost instantly against her sopping pussy.  \n\\\u003eSliding between her lips is almost torturous as she holds a slow pace.\n\n\\\u003eThis continues for a minute or so, her full weight pushing you close and closer to orgasm.  \n\\\u003eIt's seems she's an expert at reading faces as she pulls her lower body away just seconds before you cum.  \n\\\u003eThis edging is painful at this point.  \n\\\u003eYour cock throbs as you silently beg for release.  \n\\\u003eShe grabs you roughly at the base.  \n\\\u003eHer grip is tight strangling it to keep you from an inadvertant orgasm.  \n\"Wait! Just wait. I've got some protection in my wallet.\"  \n\\\u003eGranted, it's been in there for years, so who knows how effective it is.  \n\\\u003eIt has to be better than nothing.  \n\\\u003eShe gets an evil grin on her face as she fishes out your wallet from your pants.  \n\\\u003eThe condom is extracted quickly as she puts the wrapper in her mouth.  \n\\\u003eYou breath a sigh of relief, you're not ready to be a father yet.  \n\\\u003eThe tension in your body starts to fade away as you slacken up a bit.  \n\\\u003eAt least she's still somewhat reasonable even with the intensity of her heat.  \n\\\u003eShe sinks her teeth directly into the wrapper, condom and all, and gives it a good yank with a flick of her neck.  \n\\\u003eThe ancient rubber is ripped neatly in two.  \n\\\u003eShe spits the torn plastic directly onto your abdomen wordlessly.  \n\"Ahh...\"  \n\\\u003eYou can't really say anything in response.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't think we'll be needing that anymore.\"  \n\\\u003eIt seems she's getting a rise out of your reaction to her little show.  \n\\\u003eLooks like you're going in raw whether you like it or not.  \n\\\u003eThis is a pretty bad situation you've found yourself in.  \n\\\u003eAny token resistance you would have made has long left you under her withering gaze.  \n\\\u003eAs terrified as you are of cumming inside her, you find yourself even more aroused.  \n\"Slow down! Just wait a minute for me to calm down.\"  \n\\\u003eYou bring your tied hands over your face and spread them, begging her to stop.  \n\\\u003eShe looks down at you with a look of superiority, still wearing that same grin.  \n\\\u003e\"No.\"  \n\\\u003eShe braces her hand against your hip as her other hand snakes down to line up your member to her sex.  \n\\\u003eHer claws dig into your side as the glans meets her lips.  \n\\\u003eShe then slowly drops her weight onto you as you release a hiss.  \n\\\u003eYou slide into her effortlessly.  \n\"Oh god.\"  \n\\\u003eYou writhe helplessly underneath her body.\n\n\\\u003eYou're already about to cum.  \n\"I'm already gonna-\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a shine in her eyes as you finally bottom out.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmmnn...\"  \n\\\u003eShe releases a throaty moan as you enter her deepest parts.  \n\\\u003eHer insides grip and squeeze at your throbbing cock.  \n\\\u003eIt's just too much for your virgin body to handle.  \n\\\u003eThere's a sudden jolt of pleasure as you violently explode inside her, sending a veritable torrent of cum directly into her womb.  \n\\\u003eYour body shakes as you press your hips against hers.  \n\\\u003eYour eyes clamp shut to shield your eyes from your early discharge.  \n\\\u003eIt's certainly too late now.  \n\\\u003eShe got what she wanted out of you.  \n\\\u003eYou breath a sigh in resignation.  \n\\\u003eAs you open your eyes again, you see some of your seed pooling around your crotch.  \n\\\u003eYou're ashamed of yourself, embarassed at your performance.  \n\"Ugh. Sorry, it just felt too good.\"  \n\\\u003eYou bring your bound hands up to cover your face, unable to even look her in the eye.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel Katja's light chuckles through your connected bodies.  \n\\\u003eHer hands reach up to your face and cup your cheeks as she pulls your head to face hers.  \n\\\u003e\"Why are you apologizing? Such a sensitive boy. You're just too cute.\"  \n\\\u003eWithout any warning she starts grinding her hips into you.  \n\\\u003eThe sticky sounds of your mixed fluids is audible as it echoes through the room.  \n\"I-I just came, wait a minute!\"  \n\\\u003eyou protest.  \n\\\u003eShe brings her thumb up to your lips to silence you.  \n\"Wha?\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes is opportunity to part your lips with with her thumb.  \n\\\u003eIt invades your mouth as she idly plays with your tongue.  \n\\\u003e\"Quiet down and be a good boy.\"  \n\\\u003eshe shushes you.  \n\\\u003eShe starts to bounce up and down on your abused body.  \n\\\u003eHer other hand slides down your jaw and traces down your collarbone.  \n\\\u003eHer pawpads glide down your chest before she digs her claws in, leaving four fine lines down your pec as if it were drawn by a pencil.  \n\\\u003e\"Grrrrr!\"  \n\\\u003eSomething halfway between a purr and a growl rumbles in her chest.  \n\\\u003eIf you didn't know better, you'd think she would sink her fangs into your neck next.  \n\\\u003eHer assualt is relentless as you squirm under her body.  \n\\\u003eShe seems to relish in your feeble attempts to escape.\n\n\\\u003ePained groans escape your mouth as you're overly stimulated throughout your whole body.  \n\\\u003eYou show no sign of softening though.  \n\\\u003eHer lower body pumps against yours, loud slaps rythmically echoing throughout the room.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing a look of sadistic glee as her pace slowly picks up.  \n\\\u003eYour tender flesh is strangled and stroked by her undulating folds.  \n\\\u003eCats really do like to play with their prey.  \n\\\u003eYou're practically suckling on her finger by the time she withdraws it from your mouth.  \n\\\u003eShe leans her body back and settles her hands back on your lower stomach.  \n\\\u003eOne of her thumbs hooks into your navel, her dewclaw lightly scraping your bellybutton.  \n\\\u003eHer other paw pulses against you as she kneads your skin like it were a throw pillow.  \n\\\u003eShe's letting out soft mewls and meows now.  \n\\\u003eHer hips crash harder and harder against yours, threating to bruise you.  \n\\\u003eThere's still some restraint in her movements though, as she draws out the experience for both you and her.  \n\\\u003eShe suddenly stops, looking down at you with a toothy smile.  \n\\\u003e\"Look at you. Poor thing, I've made a mess of you.\"  \n\\\u003eThis brief respite has made you realize you've got drool and tears rolling down the side of your face.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's clean you up a bit.\"  \n\\\u003eShe bends forward and starts raking her sandpapery tongue across your face.  \n\\\u003eHer panting breaths are almost visible through the dim light spilling out of the dingy lamp.  \n\\\u003eYou squint your eyes a bit as she scrapes her tongue against your cheek.  \n\\\u003eDeep purrs echo throughout her body as she tends to you like a mother cat.  \n\\\u003eShe shifts a bit and gives you a light peck on the lips.  \n\\\u003e\"There we go. All better now.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a suprising softness in her eyes as she looks down at her work, causing you to blush.  \n\\\u003eIt seems she's unashamed to show her uncharacteristic affection.  \n\\\u003eShe then rights herself and does a light spin with a flourish.  \n\\\u003eHer leg hooks over your midsection as one of your legs is yanked upright.  \n\\\u003eYou're not really that flexible, but it seems she's too drunk on lust to notice or care.\n\n\\\u003eYou're positioned in an angled spread eagle.  \n\\\u003eYou can see the curve of her rear as she sits on you in a sidesaddle.  \n\\\u003eYour foot doesn't even manage to reach her chest.  \n\\\u003eHer tail is inadvertently jittering across your thigh, her soft fur tickling at your skin.  \n\\\u003eShe peers over her shoulder at you and shoots you another smug grin.  \n\\\u003e\"Now it's time to really start.\"  \n\\\u003eThe thought that this was just a warm-up fills you with dread.  \n\\\u003eShe runs her fingertips along your upright thigh before roughly gripping it.  \n\\\u003eYou feel the telltale pricks of claws as she wiggles herself into a position with better leverage.  \n\\\u003eShe drags her body upwards, the slickness of her drenched crotch and belly smearing against your leg.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like a mix of a stripper pole and a dildo at this point.  \n\\\u003eShe slams down harder than before, knocking the wind out of you as the springs in the bed press painfully into your backside.  \n\\\u003eHer hips raise up just as quickly as she came down.  \n\\\u003eThe motion is repeated in violent, jerky thrusts.  \n\\\u003eContrary to before, there's now a deep pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.  \n\\\u003eShe's rather quiet, just releasing a grunt with every dip of her hips.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her purring throughout her body as she speeds up even further.  \n\\\u003eYou look up at her and see she's biting her lip, fangs poking little divots into it.  \n\\\u003e\"Are-are you close? Hurry up and cum!\"  \n\\\u003eShe manages to pant out between breaths.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are completely glazed over at this point, staring right through you.  \n\"Oh fuck!\"  \n\\\u003eis all you manage to choke out.  \n\\\u003eThe blistering heat and friction is too much at this point as you release all your seed in a painfully long orgasm.  \n\\\u003eYou see stars as you clench your teeth.  \n\\\u003eShe continues to hump you in a mad rush to reach her climax as well.  \n\\\u003eThere's wet squelches as your combined cum is squeezed out of her.\n\n\\\u003eShe manages a few more wild thrusts before pressing herself into you as hard as she can, her insides quivering.  \n\\\u003eHer claws rip into your leg as her entire body tenses up.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmmm-ahhhh!\"  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a wild moan as she rides out her orgasm, back arching.  \n\\\u003e\"Ahh, fuck...\"  \n\\\u003eShe catches her breath as she releases your leg from her grip.  \n\\\u003e\"Phew, I needed that.\"  \n\\\u003eYour head is still swimming as she pulls up her body from yours.  \n\\\u003eThere's an audible plop as your erection is freed from her pussy.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a spatter of fluids exit her body and land on your thighs.  \n\\\u003eYou open your eyes and see her probing at her folds with her fingers.  \n\\\u003e\"Wow, you really came like a racehorse. It's always the quiet ones.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a veritable lake of cum matted on her fur.  \n\\\u003e\"I better leave a tip for the poor housekeeping boy that has to clean all this up...\"  \n\"Ughh...\"  \n\\\u003eYou let out a long groan from the mental and physical ehaustion.  \n\\\u003eShe reaches down and frees you hands from their makeshift prison before lying down next to you.  \n\\\u003eYou flop your head over to look at her.  \n\\\u003eShe's got her head propped up by her elbow, wearing a smug grin on her face.  \n\\\u003eThat was a really fast recovery, you personally might need a week off after all this.  \n\\\u003e\"C'mere.\"  \n\\\u003eShe hooks her hands around your torso and starts spooning you.  \n\\\u003eHer soft chest fur tickles your head as her breasts cradle your neck.  \n\\\u003eSure beats a travel pillow.  \n\\\u003eShe presses her chin against the top of your head and slowly nuzzles you.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you finally collect your senses.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to speak up.  \n\"So uh, this isn't gonna be a problem later, right?\"  \n\\\u003e\"You're definitely gonna be walking funny tomorrow.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives a light chuckle.  \n\\\u003eThat's definitely not what you meant, no matter how sore you're already feeling.  \n\"No, I mean...I came a lot you know?\"  \n\\\u003eShe stops purring.\n\n### [Chapter 10](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/113152462)\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e In this update: Katja acts like a total bitch.\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003e\"Look, just stop worrying about it.\"  \n\\\u003eshe growls.  \n\\\u003eYou have no idea how she can be so calm.  \n\"This is serious, you know. Oh god, I'm not ready for marria-\"  \n\\\u003e\"Just save it. You don't want an old cat like me.\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice seems kind of forlorn.  \n\"I don't think you're just some old cat. You're beautiful and confident.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I know I am pretty cool, but I'm just too much woman to get tied down by one man.\"  \n\\\u003eshe smugly states.  \n\\\u003eContrary to her speech, she starts kneading your chest nervously.  \n\\\u003eYou try to turn your head upwards to see what kind of face she's making.  \n\\\u003eThis only causes her to grip you tighter and trap your head between her breasts.  \n\\\u003eHer chin presses into your head even harder.  \n\\\u003eYour anger starts to rise a bit.  \n\"So that's all I mean to you, huh? Just a piece of meat to toss around?\"  \n\\\u003eHer claws dig into you a little harder now.  \n\\\u003e\"That's right. What makes you so special? You're not the first or the last.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says coldly.  \n\\\u003eYou got your hopes up too much, it seems.  \n\\\u003eYou start to struggle against her hold.  \n\"Let go of me!\"  \n\\\u003e\"What's wrong? Did I fuck you too good?\"  \n\\\u003eYou never thought she was this cruel.  \n\\\u003e\"Men are all the same. Nothing but a bunch of sluts who're never satisfied with what you give them.\"  \n\\\u003eShe releases you and pushes you away.  \n\\\u003e\"That's all you're good for, a quick fuck.\"  \n\\\u003eYou can hear the venom in her voice.  \n\\\u003eShe sits up and turns away from you.  \n\\\u003eYou do the same and face her back.  \n\\\u003eYou're just too naive.  \n\\\u003eAll it took was some attention and you were wrapped around her finger.  \n\\\u003eYou can't hold back your emotions any longer.  \n\"You bitch!\"  \n\\\u003eyou explode at her.  \n\"I loved yo-\"  \n\\\u003e\"Don't say it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe whips around at you with a snarl.  \n\\\u003e\"You're either an idiot or a liar. I push you around this much and you fall in love with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Know your fucking place.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sits on the side of the bed as she fumbles through her pants.  \n\\\u003eShe draws a cigarillo to her lips and lights it.  \n\\\u003eA cloud of smoke drifts your way as she angrily puffs on her tobacco.  \n\\\u003e\"Get your clothes on. Go ahead and call yourself a ride. Go grab my bags while you're at it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe throws some crumpled bills at you.  \n\\\u003eYou put on your clothes wordlessly.  \n\\\u003eTry as you might, you can't bring yourself to leave her unclothed in the dingy motel room.  \n\\\u003eYou grab the suitcase from her car and pull them up the steps.  \n\\\u003eShe snatches the bag from you and starts rummaging through it.  \n\\\u003eHer hand fishes out a bottle of brown liquor and she pops off the stopper unceremoniously.  \n\\\u003eThe mouth of the bottle is brought up to her lips as she takes a long pull.  \n\\\u003eShe sighs, savoring the sweet burn as she stares at the ground.  \n\\\u003e\"That's the good stuff...\"  \n\\\u003eKatja turns around to look at you.  \n\\\u003e\"Well? I'm done with you for now. Are you just gonna sit around and watch me drink?\"  \n\\\u003eShe waves a dismissive hand at you.  \n\\\u003eYou turn away and start to exit the room.  \n\\\u003eHer mocking voice follows you as you leave.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll call you later when I need a booty call.\"  \n\\\u003eYou slam the door on your way out.  \n\\\u003eAs you wait outside on the balcony, you finally start to break down.  \n\\\u003eYou had your sneaking suspicions that she was just using you, but it doesn't explain the rare bursts of affection from her.  \n\\\u003eJust where did you go wrong?  \n\\\u003eShe was nothing but purrs just a bit ago.  \n\\\u003eThere's nothing that you said that should've set her off that much, to your knowledge.  \n\\\u003eYou shiver a bit in the breeze as you look at the setting sun.  \n\\\u003eYour heart hurts as you recall her words.  \n\\\u003eYou really are an idiot.  \n\\\u003eA car pulls up and you seat yourself in the back.  \n\\\u003eThe driver gives you a cheery greeting as she asks your name.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly wipe your eyes as the driver peeks back at you with a look of concern on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"Friend, are you okay?\"  \n\\\u003eThe jackal inquires with a thick Arabic accent.  \n\"M'fine.\"  \n\\\u003eyou mumble at her.  \n\\\u003e\"It does not look that way. Do you need me to call police?\"  \n\"No, no, nothing like that. Just got in a fight.\"  \n\\\u003eShe calms down a little at that.  \n\\\u003e\"Ok. I will give you a nice drive.\"  \n\\\u003eShe smiles a bit before looking forward.  \n\"Thanks.\"  \n\\\u003eThe car starts to roll as you sit there and ponder a bit more about what just happened.  \n\\\u003eThe atmosphere is a bit awkward as there's no music playing.  \n\\\u003eYou'd kill for any distraction right about now.  \n\\\u003eYour thoughts are interrupted by your driver speaking.  \n\\\u003e\"My husband and I, we fight all the time. He is a terrible cook. The falafel he makes is burned black.\"  \n\\\u003eshe laughs to herself.  \n\\\u003e\"Mother said not to marry an American boy. Too independent, she says. She doesn't understand.\"  \n\\\u003eThis is a very strange way to try and make you feel better.  \n\\\u003e\"We may be different, but there is love in the end. This is what matters.\"  \n\\\u003eLove, huh?  \n\\\u003eThe advice isn't too helpful after you got tossed out like a hooker.  \n\"She's the one who doesn't love me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou sit in your seat, moping.  \n\\\u003eThe jackal is taken somewhat aback.  \n\\\u003e\"You are a handsome boy. Keep working hard, and she will be unable to resist, inshallah.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're not really sure if you even want to try at this point.  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the ride back to your apartment is silent save for her gentle humming.  \n\\\u003eThis changes as she reaches the outskirts of your neighborhood.  \n\\\u003e\"You live in the bad part of town. A boy like you needs to stay safe.\"  \n\\\u003eLike you needed a reminder.  \n\"I'll be fine, thanks though.\"  \n\\\u003eA few minutes pass, and she eventually pulls the car into the parking lot, stopping outside the stairs leading to your floor.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ok, we're here. Good luck with the lady and rate me five stars!\"  \n\\\u003eThe driver gives you a wink.  \n\\\u003eIt kind of leaves a bad taste in your mouth.  \n\"I will, thanks.\"  \n\\\u003eYou give a small wave as you exit the vehicle.  \n\\\u003eTrudging up the steps, you fish your keys out of your pocket.  \n\\\u003eYou open your door and close it behind you.  \n\\\u003eLocking the door, you slump down as you lean your back against it.  \n\\\u003eToday has been too tiring both physically and emotionally.  \n\\\u003eYou spend a few minutes sat there, just letting your mind slow down.  \n\\\u003eEventually you pull yourself together and right yourself.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to look through your fridge and pull out a beer to ease your pain a little.  \n\\\u003eYou twist off the bottlecap and toss it in a corner somewhere.  \n\\\u003eHolding your beer by the neck, you bring yourself to your sofa and recline on it as you flip on the television.  \n\\\u003eThis time it's a documentary on the Discovery Channel, something about manufacturing tires or something.  \n\\\u003eYou can't seem to focus on it though, as you think over the earlier events.  \n\\\u003eKatja really got really pissed off for a moment before deciding to insult you and blow you off.  \n\\\u003eWorse yet, she either showed how she really felt about you or said it just to hurt you.  \n\\\u003eHer bipolar mood swing really caught you off guard.  \n\\\u003eMaybe she got all emotional because of her heat.  \n\\\u003eShe didn't have to be such a bitch about it.  \n\\\u003eWhatever her deal was, it's not your problem anymore.  \n\\\u003eAll you know is that you sure won't show up if she calls you for her \"booty call,\" as she called it.  \n\\\u003eFuck her.  \n\\\u003eYou can't believe you gave up your virginity just like that.  \n\\\u003ePulling out your phone, you check your notifications.  \n\\\u003e\"How was your ride? Rate your driver!\"  \n\\\u003eYou give her five stars, no matter how strangely misandrist her little pep talk was.  \n\\\u003eIt's just a cultural difference.\n\n\\\u003eIt's not like Katja herself is too different when you think about it.  \n\\\u003eAlthough you'd ignore it if she texted you, you kind of wish Katja would say something.  \n\\\u003eShe must be getting drunk right now, alone in that motel room.  \n\\\u003eYou'd at least like an attempted apology, but she's probably too proud and stubborn to do that.  \n\\\u003eNo use in crying over spilled milk though.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to text your manager and tell her that you're still sick.  \n\\\u003eYou definitely don't have it in you to go into work tomorrow.  \n\\\u003e\"Feel better soon. :)\"  \n\\\u003eShe probably thinks you're just calling off because you got pounded into a bed.  \n\\\u003eShe's not wrong, but luckily she's understanding.  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately your feelings got crushed into pieces as well.  \n\\\u003eYou deposit your phone face down on the coffee table.  \n\\\u003eThe narrator on TV is droning on about car axles of something.  \n\\\u003eYou lay on your back and turn your head to stare at the television.  \n\\\u003eThere's little computerized arms spinning and whirring tiny parts to and fro.  \n\\\u003eYou're not paying too much attention to the screen, almost staring through the TV.  \n\\\u003eThe last of your beer is polished off, and you bring yourself up to grab another.  \n\\\u003eYour back cracks in protest.  \n\\\u003eYou wish you had a minifridge to save you the thirty seconds you spend getting the beer.  \n\\\u003eFlicking the cap from your hand, you take a potshot at the kitchen's garbage can.  \n\\\u003eIt's a miss.  \n\\\u003eYour floor is going to be littered with bottlecaps at this rate.  \n\\\u003eYou'll pick them up later, when you can actually care.  \n\\\u003eYou flop down on the couch again, taking a long drink.  \n\\\u003ePicking up the remote, you flip through various channels aimlessly.  \n\\\u003eAnthro Planet?  \n\\\u003eLooks like it's Shark Week already.  \n\\\u003eA tiger shark sandwiches an entirely too small surfboard between her bountiful breasts.  \n\\\u003eIt'll have to do for now, maybe some ladies will distract you from her.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue watching the show as you put down more beers.  \n\\\u003eHow many is that now?  \n\\\u003eYou count 5 bottles on your coffee table.  \n\\\u003eIt's starting to lull you to sleep as you watch the beautiful shark girls flexing their muscles for a crowd of men.  \n\\\u003eYou close your eyes, and sleep finally takes you.  \n\\\u003eYou awake the next day after a dreamless slumber.  \n\\\u003eRubbing your eyes, you sit up and swing your legs onto the floor.  \n\\\u003eLooks like it's time to make the short walk to the gas station.  \n\\\u003eVarious homeless anthros accost you as you walk past dingy dollar stores and trap houses.  \n\\\u003eThey alternate between hitting on you and asking for a dollar.  \n\\\u003eYou enter the store and grab yourself a canned coffee and a cheap packaged danish.  \n\\\u003eYou take a few bites before you lose your appetite.  \n\\\u003eIt's tossed on the side of the road as you walk back.  \n\\\u003eYou let yourself into your apartment once again.  \n\\\u003eLooks like it's another day of moping on the couch and rotting your brain in front of the TV.  \n\\\u003eSabrina texts you at some point in the afternoon.  \n\\\u003e\"Have fun last night? lol\"  \n\\\u003eYou ignore it and promise yourself that you'll respond to it later.  \n\\\u003eThe day is spent doing a repeat of last night.  \n\\\u003eYou'd love to call off again but decide not to push your luck.  \n\\\u003eYou never get back to Sabrina as you take a midday nap.  \n\\\u003eAwaking a few hours later, you force down a microwavable spaghetti dinner.  \n\\\u003eYou pretty much instantly fall asleep again, this time for the whole night.  \n\\\u003eIt's early when you wake up a second time, and you realize that you're still wearing the same clothes.  \n\\\u003eEven in your depressed state, you manage to hop in the shower to wash the dried sweat and stench of sex all over you.  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to cause another incident at work again.  \n\\\u003eDrying yourself off, you throw on some light clothes to prepare for another day on the ramp.\n\n\\\u003eThe ride is uneventful as usual.  \n\\\u003eThe radio mentions something about an undiscovered anthro tribe in the Amazon kidnapping various tourists.  \n\\\u003eA tribe of Amazonesses indeed.  \n\\\u003eSecurity checkpoints and badge scanned, you work your way inside, somehow late even with your early awakening.  \n\\\u003eBy the time you reach your pre-work meeting, it is halfway over.  \n\\\u003eSabrina gives you a wink as you seat yourself.  \n\\\u003eYou give a halfhearted wave.  \n\\\u003eIt's another safety brief as someone struck an airplane with a jet bridge.  \n\\\u003eThey probably don't have their job anymore, or at the very least has a months worth of remedial classes.  \n\\\u003eIt's soon over and Sabrina and you are rolling around in a tug tractor yet again.  \n\\\u003eYou have some free time and she decides to ask about your night.  \n\\\u003e\"You never got back to me, did she do that good of a number on you?\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a smug grin.  \n\"Sorry about that, I spent the day laying around.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I bet you were tired. All of us could smell the heat on her. It's always rough for those few days. I can sympathise with her, being a feline and all.\"  \n\"Gross, I really don't want to hear about you assaulting your poor husband.\"  \n\\\u003eYou cross your arms as you recline in your seat.  \n\\\u003eShe pushes you again and you give one word answers as you look around at the rest of the team.  \n\\\u003eThe hyena gang form a V with their hands and wiggle their tongue at you.  \n\\\u003eClassy.  \n\\\u003eTasha's got her paws on the side of her head and you swear you can see her mouthing something about \"Fucking Stacys.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina turns to you again.  \n\\\u003e\"Why so quiet, Anon? I'd expect you to get a little more mad at my me bothering you.\"  \n\\\u003eYou imagine she's frowning as she says this.  \n\"It's nothing, really.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Hmmm, is that so.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks a little upset on your behalf.  \n\\\u003e\"Just what did she do to Anon? Fucking hell.\"  \n\\\u003eShe mutters under her breath.\n\n\\\u003eYou look over the sheet that shows which planes are assigned to the team, and you recognise the first plane you're working on for the day.  \n\\\u003eN586TA.  \n\\\u003eYou hope the pilot isn't who you think it is.  \n\\\u003eOh god, this is going to be awkward at best.  \n\\\u003eIt's been a few days so she's probably over her heat at this point.  \n\\\u003eThe plane lands and parks itself at the gate.  \n\\\u003eIt's unloaded quickly and you start loading it almost immediately.  \n\\\u003eYou see some legs circle under the plane on the side opposite yours.  \n\\\u003eYou're holding your breath as she rounds around the back of the plane.  \n\\\u003eIt's Katja circling the plane for a pre-flight check.  \n\\\u003eShe's soon approaching you.  \n\\\u003eNot even looking at you, she walks right past you.  \n\\\u003eSabrina walks up to her, ready for a confrontation.  \n\\\u003eThis is going to be bad.  \n\\\u003e\"What did you do to Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina asks her, holding back her anger.  \n\\\u003e\"None of your business.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja says cooly.  \n\\\u003e\"He's a sensitive boy, and you hurt him. Whatever you did, you're an asshole.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja squints her eyes and and decides to answer her.  \n\\\u003e\"You really want to know? I fucked him into the ground. I guess he's a little too soft to deal with it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe continues walking, ignoring Sabrina's balled up fists.  \n\\\u003e\"That bitch.\"  \n\\\u003eYou place a hand on her shoulder.  \n\"Just calm down, I told you it's nothing.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina turns around and faces you.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, just tell me what's wrong whenever you're feeling better about it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe then returns to work in a huff.  \n\\\u003eLooks like she realised that she's not getting any answer out of you.  \n\\\u003eYou sigh and join her in returning to work.  \n\\\u003eMaybe you can talk to her later.  \n\\\u003eYou certainly don't feel like it at the moment.  \n\\\u003eThe wounds are still kind of fresh after Katja blew you off.  \n\\\u003eIt went a little better than you expected, but you definitely don't need Sabrina to fight your battles for you.\n\n### [Chapter 11](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/113277421)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eSabrina gives you some space after the spectacle she caused.  \n\\\u003eIt seems the rest of the team got the memo and avoid bringing up the subject as well.  \n\\\u003eExcluding Tasha, as she's fuming in her own way.  \n\\\u003eKatja is apparently a \"roastie.\"  \n\\\u003eHer face is crinkled up in anger.  \n\\\u003eAt least she's invested in your now stolen chastity.  \n\\\u003eLunch time rolls around and things have slowed down enough that you actually get to sit down and eat in the break room.  \n\\\u003eEveryone pushes a few tables together to enjoy your meals in a group.  \n\\\u003eThere's even an empty seat for Tasha, although she decides to eat alone.  \n\\\u003eIt's the thought that counts.  \n\\\u003eYou eat in silence as everyone tiptoes around you, offering various sweets from their own lunches.  \n\\\u003eThe yeens even buy some chocolate from the vending machine, but they insist that they were full from their own meals.  \n\\\u003eYou don't even like sweets that much, but they must think you do, being a boy in grief.  \n\\\u003eThere's a small pile of candy bars next to you at this point.  \n\\\u003eHow are you supposed to eat that much?  \n\\\u003eAny of the chocolate will be melted in a few minutes out in the sun.  \n\\\u003eMost of the girls would probably get a kick out of watching you lick the chocolate from the wrappers.  \n\\\u003eAt least Sabrina is treating you normally, other than a few concerned looks.  \n\\\u003eThe mood is awkward as everyone focuses the conversation on you, trying to tell you corny jokes and laughing a little too loud.  \n\\\u003eYou can only manage to force a chuckle at the jokes.  \n\\\u003eWhy can't you act normal?  \n\\\u003eYou're honestly getting a bit pissed at the girls.  \n\\\u003eThey're just coddling you because you're a guy.  \n\\\u003eIt's just the flip side of how Katja treated you.  \n\\\u003eYou excuse yourself tell everyone that you're going to the restroom.  \n\\\u003eThe break room's bathroom is pristine, being the only guy on the whole ramp.  \n\\\u003eAt least you get some privacy.\n\n\\\u003eYou check your phone hoping to see a message or something.  \n\\\u003eYou're not expecting too much but still find yourself a little downcast.  \n\\\u003eYou twist the knob on the sink and run your hands under the cool water.  \n\\\u003eThey're brought up to your head as you wash your face a bit.  \n\\\u003eThe accumulated grime of the morning's dirt washes down the sink.  \n\\\u003eA quick pat down with some paper towels, and you realise that your break is over.  \n\\\u003eWhen you exit the bathroom, you see that the whole team loitering around.  \n\\\u003eLooks like everyone waited for you.  \n\"Sorry to keep you waiting.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Don't worry about it.\"  \n\\\u003eYou get a few pats on the back.  \n\\\u003eYou all file out of the building and start your vehicles.  \n\\\u003eYou take a seat next to Sabrina as you wordlessly roll to your next destination.  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the day continues with everyone being just a bit too considerate.  \n\\\u003eOf course the ladies do the heavy lifting, in their attempt to give you a break.  \n\\\u003eYou feel a little bit useless today.  \n\\\u003eEventually you're released for the night, having gone by too slow due to the light work load.  \n\\\u003e\"Drinks?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina doesn't even look at you, trying to be casual.  \n\"I'm not really feeling up to it.\"  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon, loosen up a little bit. My treat tonight.\"  \n\\\u003eHer husband is going to be mad that she's blowing her money on drinks for two.  \n\"No really, I-\"  \n\\\u003e\"Free drinks! Let's go!\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel her arm get thrown over your shoulder and start dragging you along to the local watering hole.  \n\\\u003eYou knew she was strong, but she's completely overpowering you.  \n\\\u003eThen again, you shouldn't be too suprised that you'd have no chance against an MMA fighter if she decided to kidnap you.  \n\\\u003e\"We're going to the bar.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina says to the hostess.  \n\\\u003eShe plops you on a stool and pats your shoulders before taking a seat next to you.  \n\\\u003e\"Much better. What are you drinking today?\"\n\n\"I think I'll do a vodka cranberry.\"  \n\\\u003e\"That's suprising. You usually don't go for the boyish drinks. Finally awakening to your masculine side?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina shoots you a smile.  \n\\\u003eYou usually would have some quip or at least an annoyed response.  \n\\\u003eWhat you really want is some strong bourbon or whiskey, but that'd remind you a bit too much of her.  \n\\\u003e\"Hey bartender!\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina shouts from her seat.  \n\\\u003eShe comes on over, and Sabrina orders your drinks and an appetizer to snack on.  \n\\\u003eYour drink is placed gently in front of you.  \n\\\u003e\"Made it a double just for you, sweetheart.\"  \n\\\u003eThe bartender gives you a wink.  \n\\\u003eYou down a mouthful of it, and it's definitely more than a double.  \n\"Whoof!\"  \n\\\u003eMore like cranberry flavored vodka.  \n\\\u003eSabrina and you patiently wait for your food as you bitch about the workday.  \n\\\u003eSeems she's waiting for you to get some food in you before talking about the elephant in the room.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like you can make a quick retreat when there's a meal in front of you.  \n\\\u003eClever girl.  \n\\\u003eAnother drink is passed your way as you finish it quickly.  \n\\\u003eYou're drinking a lot faster than you'd like.  \n\\\u003eSoon you're treated to an appetizer sampler.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a bite of a potato skin, asking you a question with her mouth full.  \n\\\u003e\"Sho Anon, tell me about wha heppened.\"  \n\\\u003eShe swallows her food and looks at you expectantly.  \n\"It's not that big of a deal. Katja got mad about something and said some messed up stuff.\"  \n\\\u003eShe raises an eyebrow at you.  \n\\\u003e\"Like what? Sounds like she doesn't know how to treat a nice boy right.\"  \n\"Pretty much that. I guess I'm only good for a quick lay to her.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're not drunk, but your inhibitions are definitely lowered by this point from the drinks.  \n\\\u003eSabrina knows how to loosen your tongue.  \n\\\u003eShe's stuffed more food in her face.  \n\\\u003e\"Ah guesshed as much. Shee's old fashioned. Yuur wurth more than that.\"\n\n\"She literally threw some cash at me for a taxi.\"  \n\\\u003eYou look down at your now empty drink, and you get another without even asking.  \n\\\u003e\"That's fucked up. Not like it matters, but what did you say?\"  \n\"She definitely got some kind of attitude as soon as I started worrying about knocking her up. Guess she's not ready for it either.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina has an incredulous look on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"Plan B is a thing y'know. Why would you guys worry about it so much? We've never even had a pregnancy scare with my husband after 10 years of that and the pill.\"  \n\"I don't know. I do get anxious easily, but she doesn't seem the type. It kind of comes with her profession, after all.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Whatever made her get a bug up her ass has nothing to do with you. Fuck her!\"  \n\\\u003eLooks like Sabrina is feeling the drinks as well.  \n\"Hah, yeah I guess. That's enough of that, though. Pass me some mozzarella sticks.\"  \n\\\u003e\"There we go Anon! Get some more meat on those bones!\"  \n\\\u003eTalking to Sabrina has definitely made you feel a lot better.  \n\\\u003eThat and the alcohol, it seems.  \n\\\u003eYou look around the restaurant, and it seems most of the team decided to skip out on drinks tonight.  \n\\\u003eIt is the middle of the week after all.  \n\\\u003eTasha is sat at a table talking to the waiter you saw in her little sketchbook.  \n\\\u003eYou've never talked to him beyond the usual pleasantries, but he seems like a nice guy.  \n\\\u003eMaybe he's in it for the tips, but she really needs some socialization anyways.  \n\\\u003eHe's defnitely uncomfortable, but he's soldiering on through the \"conversation.\"  \n\\\u003eYou decide to turn back to Sabrina.  \n\\\u003e\"Whatcha looking at?\"  \n\"Just our resident weirdo.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Heh, I saw her the other day. Looks like she's sweet on one of the boys here. Getting jealous?\"  \n\"Sweet on him, indeed.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks at you with a confused expression, but doesn't push any further.\n\n\\\u003eYour meal and drinks are finished over a casual chat.  \n\\\u003eNow having a full stomach, Sabrina closes her eyes in contentment.  \n\\\u003e\"So, what are you gonna do?\"  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are still closed as she puts her hands behind her head.  \n\"About what?\"  \n\\\u003eYou have a good idea of what she's talking about, but decide to feign ignorance.  \n\\\u003e\"Little miss kitty cat.\"  \n\\\u003eYou've never given it much thought yourself.  \n\"I don't know. I'd like to say I'd ignore her if she tried to contact me again, but I'd be lying to myself.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I think she's nothing but trouble, but I'm not your mom. That's reserved for her, isn't it?\"  \n\\\u003eShe laughs at her own joke.  \n\\\u003e\"You don't have to stick with her just because she took your V-card. I dunno if you're all traditional or something, just don't think too hard about it.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Seriously though, I got your back no matter what you choose. If she pulls some shit, me and the girls can jump her in the parking lot for you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pats your back entirely too hard, causing you to spill your drink on your chest.  \n\"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Sabrina.\"  \n\\\u003eShe flags down the bartender and closes out the check.  \n\\\u003eShe winces at the price but doesn't voice any complaints.  \n\\\u003e\"See you tomorrow, Anon. Drive home safe.\"  \n\\\u003eYou wish her the same and hurry to your car.  \n\\\u003eIt's kind of late, so the roads are clearer than they'd usually be at night.  \n\\\u003eYou get to your apartment quickly and get to unwinding.  \n\\\u003eAfter an hour or so of some mindless TV programming, you head to bed and get ready for the night.  \n\\\u003eThe drinks help lull you to sleep, and your mind has stopped racing after your talk with Sabrina.  \n\\\u003eYou close your eyes and sleep takes you almost instantly.  \n\\\u003eYou dream of a sea of white fur.  \n\\\u003eYou lay down in it face first like it was a field of grass.  \n\\\u003eIt tickles your nose as your vision goes dark, pressed against the silky surface.\n\n\\\u003eArms sprout from the surface and hook around your back.  \n\\\u003eYour breathing gets more and more labored as you find them pulling you even deeper.  \n\\\u003eYou awake with a start.  \n\\\u003eYour pillow is pressed against your face, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead.  \n\\\u003eIt seems you hugged it in your sleep.  \n\\\u003eGuess it means you're lonelier than you thought.  \n\\\u003eYou release it and sit up.  \n\\\u003eYou're a bit late, but you still decide to start your regular morning routine.  \n\\\u003eGrabbing a razor, you get to work shaving any stubble on your face.  \n\\\u003eIt's the two blade kind.  \n\\\u003eYou aren't made of money, so you have to pinch pennies where you can.  \n\\\u003eYou run your razor over your neck and nick it slightly.  \n\\\u003eIt's an ominous start to the day between that and your vivid dream.  \n\\\u003eA quick shower later, you realize that you're still bleeding.  \n\\\u003eIt's nothing a little dab of toilet paper won't fix.  \n\\\u003eYou skip breakfast on the way to work to save some time.  \n\\\u003eNot the best decision, but you can grab something once you get to work.  \n\\\u003eSeven minutes late.  \n\\\u003eNot too bad.  \n\\\u003eSabrina gives you a wave as you enter the break room just a minute or two before the morning brief.  \n\\\u003e\"Make sure to stretch before starting today.\"  \n\\\u003eYour boss says flatly.  \n\\\u003eOf course, no one does.  \n\\\u003eEveryone starts rolling along to their positions and Sabrina drops you off at a vending machine to grab something to snack on.  \n\\\u003eWith a pack of powdered donuts and an energy drink in tow, you hop back in.  \n\\\u003eThe vehicle is parked and Sabrina is talking your ear off about her husband.  \n\\\u003e\"He just got a promotion to a floor supervisor. Maybe he can get me that new punching bag I've had my eyes on.\"  \n\\\u003eHer nose flares at you suddenly.  \n\\\u003e\"Shaving accident? You need to be more careful, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eThe anthros' sense of smell still spooks you sometimes.  \n\\\u003eShe pokes you on the cheek.\n\n\\\u003e\"I know all the girls like to see you all soft and cute, but I don't think a cut up face is a good look on you.\"  \n\"I'm doing my best with dollar store shaving cream and razors.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I personally like my husband with stubble though. It feels nice, like a bristle brush when it rubs against your cheeks. Might be a feline thing.\"  \n\\\u003eYou wonder if Katja feels the same way, but you doubt it.  \n\\\u003eYour thirty minute break for lunch finally rolls around, and the air has taken a turn from yesterday's awkwardness.  \n\\\u003eIt seems everyone has noticed your turn in mood and started acting more casual around you.  \n\\\u003eIt's still a bit uncomfortable, but it's not quite enough to bother you much.  \n\\\u003eYou have a sneaking suspicion that the team put Sabrina up to the task of cheering you up and finding out what's wrong.  \n\\\u003eShe definitely isn't the type to gossip or spread your business, but you imagine she at least assuaged everyone's worries.  \n\\\u003eShe probably stretched the truth about how well you're feeling, sensing how uncomfortable you were yesterday.  \n\\\u003eYou're more relieved that you're not getting a tribute of candy like last time.  \n\\\u003eThe workload through the day is light, but this time they let you pull your weight along with the rest of the team.  \n\\\u003eWell, as much as they usually do, the single anthros still trying to impress you by showing off their muscles.  \n\\\u003eYour day ends much the same as usual, minus the fact that Sabrina doesn't ask you to get something to drink.  \n\\\u003eShe probably got an earful about her spending last night.  \n\\\u003eThe thought of her with her ears pinned to her head as she avoids her husband's gaze coaxes a laugh out of you.  \n\\\u003eThe next few days pass in the same manner.  \n\\\u003eLuckily it seems you either missed Katja on her flight back, or she's holed up in a hotel in another state.  \n\\\u003eShe still hasn't contacted you even once.\n\n\\\u003eShe's way too stubborn to do anything along the lines of apologizing, but you don't want to be the first one to break the silence.  \n\\\u003eShe probably expects you to crack and come crawling back to her.  \n\\\u003eThe thought of it has crossed your mind more than once, but you have to be firm.  \n\\\u003eA little over a week passes, and you find yourself in bed once again.  \n\\\u003eYou enjoy a nice rest before you get an unpleasant awakening by a phone call.  \n\\\u003eIt's Katja, suprisingly.  \n\\\u003eIt's really late at night, couldn't she find a better time to call?  \n\\\u003eYou ignore it for the time being, rolling over and closing your eyes again.  \n\\\u003eShe calls yet again, and you sigh in annoyance and pick up the phone.  \n\"Hello?\"  \n\\\u003eyou say blearily.  \n\\\u003e\"Heeeeeyyy babe! What're you doin' right now?\"  \n\"Sleeping.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're getting a bit pissed at this point.  \n\\\u003eHow can she act so casually after the way you guys parted last time?  \n\"What time is it anyways?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Tree- three thirty? You should come overrrr.\"  \n\\\u003eHer words trail off before you hear a light giggle.  \n\\\u003eSeems she's been drinking, a lot, from the sounds of it.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm at home. Mommy needsh some company~.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's trying, and failing to be seductive.  \n\"Why don't you go find one of your boy-toys instead?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I'm shorry... I'll treat you real nice this time.\"  \n\"I think I'll pass, thanks.\"  \n\\\u003e\"No, wait.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pauses for a few seconds.  \n\\\u003e\"If you're not gonna come over, I'm gonna come get you.\"  \n\"You don't even know where I live.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Ok, I'm going to the airport.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hear her start fumbling with some keys.  \n\"I work there, I don't live there. And you can't drive right now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou pinch the bridge of your nose.  \n\\\u003e\"It's just a little scotch, I'm not drunk yet. Where do you live?\"  \n\\\u003eThe noise of rustling fabric comes through your phone as she struggles with some clothes.  \n\"Fine! Fine. I'll come over so you don't kill yourself out there.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks. See you soon!\"\n\n### [Chapter 12](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/113485951)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eYou hang up the phone, hoping she doesn't decide to call you while on the road.  \n\\\u003eLuckily the traffic is nonexistent, the nightlife already dead at this time of night.  \n\\\u003eYou find the guest parking of her condo complex and lock your car doors.  \n\\\u003eIt's probably unneeded in a nice place like this, but it's a habit at this point.  \n\\\u003eYou let yourself into the building and call the elevator.  \n\\\u003eYou ride up to the top floor and reach her door.  \n\\\u003eA quick knock later and you hear the lock chime open.  \n\\\u003eYou open the door and Katja is waiting for you in the entryway.  \n\\\u003eAnd boy, is she a mess.  \n\\\u003eHer sports bra is loosely hanging off her body.  \n\\\u003eOne shoulder strap dangles on her upper arm, completely exposing one of her breasts.  \n\\\u003eShe didn't bother to wear any pants either, opting for just a pair of panties.  \n\\\u003eYou take a step inside and she reaches around you to give you a pat on the rear.  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon, come sit down with me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou sit down on one of the couches in the conversation pit.  \n\\\u003eIt's still very comfortable.  \n\\\u003eThere's an empty tumbler on the table, and she reaches out to grab it.  \n\\\u003eShe walks up to her tacky decanter and twists the knob, not realizing that it's already been drained.  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like I forgot to refill it.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't think that she'd forget to do that.  \n\\\u003eIt's more likely that she drank it all without noticing, but refuses to admit it.  \n\"I don't know if you need any more to drink...\"  \n\\\u003eYou're ignored as she reaches for an unopened bottle and pops the stopper off before refilling it.  \n\\\u003eShe grabs a fresh glass and fills two glasses brimming with liquor.  \n\\\u003e\"One for me, one for you!\"  \n\\\u003eshe says in an impromptu little ditty.  \n\\\u003eYou weren't planning to drink, but it's a bit too late to argue.  \n\\\u003ePouring the drink back into the decanter is way beyond her ability at this point.  \n\\\u003eShe probably wouldn't let you say no at this point either.\n\n\\\u003eShe forcefully pushes your drink into your hands.  \n\\\u003eYou take a tentative sip of the smoky drink.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit suprising that she'd offer a guy a glass of scotch.  \n\\\u003eLooks like she knows you a little better than you thought.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a large gulp of it without flinching.  \n\\\u003eThe only reaction she has is a satisfied sigh.  \n\\\u003eShe leans back against the arm of the sofa, slinging an arm over the back.  \n\\\u003eHer legs find themselves resting on your lap.  \n\\\u003eHer paws are crossed, resting on top of your crotch.  \n\\\u003e\"You're such a good boy, Anon. Coming riiiight when I call you.\"  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are lidded as she looks over your form.  \n\"It's not like I had much choice.\"  \n\\\u003eYou turn your head away from her, trying to mask your emotions.  \n\\\u003e\"You could have stayed home. You jusht can't help it. Always a nice boy and a good listener. It's one of the things I like about you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe brings her fist up to her face and chuckles lightly.  \n\\\u003eShe's right, you'd probably end up coming even if she wasn't trying to go on a drunken joyride.  \n\\\u003eWhat's even more suprising is her confession of her fondness for you.  \n\\\u003eYou've only seen the slightest glimpses of it in your time with her.  \n\\\u003eBeing candid with your emotions is seen as weakness for a woman, especially in the eyes of her peers.  \n\\\u003eIt seems it's a generational thing, her outdated notions of femininity coloring her behavior.  \n\"I was just worried about you, you know.\"  \n\\\u003eYou can't even mask your words with faux anger at this point.  \n\\\u003eAll it took was a little bit of affection.  \n\\\u003eYou're kind of hopeless.  \n\\\u003e\"You don't need to do that, I can take care of myself!\"  \n\\\u003eshe says petulantly.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her torso upright and pokes you in the nose with her fingertip.  \n\\\u003e\"You're the one who needs to be take care of yourself. You already got tricked by a no-good lady.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's phrased as a joke, but you don't see any signs of amusement on her face.\n\n\\\u003eShe places her feet on the carpet and downs the rest of her drink in one swallow.  \n\\\u003eIt seems she's sobered up a bit, not physically, but mentally.  \n\\\u003eShe's slurring less and her enunciation regains a more normal tone.  \n\\\u003eShe pads over to the shelf and dispenses some more amber liquid into the crystal glass.  \n\\\u003e\"You should finish your drink faster. Not even one drink in you yet! I'll get you an extra one so you can catch up with me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe points the glass in your general direction, raising it in a mock toast.  \n\\\u003eWith how heavy of a pour she gave you, you'd probably be drunk off of just one glass.  \n\"I think I'm good.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Suit yourself. I'm bringing everything over.\"  \n\\\u003eAt least she's giving you the option to abstain this time.  \n\\\u003eIt seems like she's uncomfortable with being alone in her intoxication.  \n\\\u003eShe lifts up the decanter in one hand while stumbling precariously.  \n\\\u003eThe vessel is placed on the coffee table before she takes her previous position, treating your lap as a footrest.  \n\"Katja...\"  \n\\\u003eYou're feeling too anxious to voice your thoughts.  \n\\\u003eSurely she has to be aware that you want to talk about what happened.  \n\\\u003eShe looks over at you.  \n\\\u003eSmiling once again, her mood has seemed to return to it's previous state.  \n\\\u003e\"Hmmm? You got a funny look on your face.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gets an impish smile on her face as she starts shifting her paws around.  \n\\\u003eIt's a onesided game of footsie focused on your groin.  \n\"Hey, quit it.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hate to admit it, but her soft caresses through your pants is starting to excite you a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"What's wrong? I'm just playing with you a bit.\"  \n\"I'm serious, I'm going to get angry.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's trying her best to dodge the subject.  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon, I know what you want. I'm good at making you cum over and over again.\"  \n\\\u003eHer glass is raised to her face as she prepares to take a drink.  \n\"That's all I'm good for, isn't it?\"  \n\\\u003eHer legs stop their ministrations and you feel them recoil slightly.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't confirm or deny your accusation immediately.  \n\\\u003e\"Well... It's, y'know.\"  \n\\\u003eShe scratches the back of her head.  \n\\\u003e\"I probably shouldn't have said that stuff. You're too nice a kid for that.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's not a very good apology, but it's probably the most best one that you'll be able to coax out of her.  \n\\\u003e\"There we go. Feel better now?\"  \n\\\u003eShe pounds down the rest of her liquor.  \n\\\u003eYou have no idea how she's still lucid at this point.  \n\\\u003eMaybe she only appears that way.  \n\\\u003e\"I still gotta get him in the mood.\"  \n\\\u003eshe whispers to herself loudly.  \n\\\u003e\"We're not done yet! I'm not gonna let you drink alone.\"  \n\\\u003eHer statement is completely backwards as she's the one forcing drinks on you.  \n\\\u003eShe measures out another glass of scotch and lifts it over her head.  \n\\\u003e\"Cheers, Anon!\"  \n\\\u003eYou raise your cup past her legs to clink them together.  \n\\\u003eThe second they connect, she fumbles it and loses her grip.  \n\\\u003eIt comes tumbling down over her prone body, dousing her with it's contents.  \n\\\u003eThe majority of it splashes over her chest, luckily avoiding her face.  \n\\\u003eThe glass hits the carpet with a thud and rolls a few feet.  \n\\\u003e\"God dammit.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja curses in resignation.  \n\\\u003eYou stand up, getting ready to go fetch something to sop up the booze.  \n\\\u003eAll that wasted liquor probably costs as much as a day's work for you.  \n\\\u003eYou had a feeling that you were going to be babysitting a drunk tonight, but this is a little worse than you expected.  \n\"Hey, where are your towels? You need to get dried off.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sits up and waves you off.  \n\\\u003e\"It's fine, I'll take care of that later.\"  \n\\\u003eYou take a look at her and see her bra is completely soaked through.  \n\\\u003eShe still hasn't tucked in the rogue breast that escaped it's confines.  \n\\\u003eBoth of her nipples jut out from her chest from whatever lascivious thoughts she had running through her head.\n\n\\\u003eShe grabs the fabric between the cups and looks down her chest.  \n\\\u003eHer fur must be soaked too, as you can see it rolling down her cleavage.  \n\\\u003eThe matted fur is a light brown due to soaking up the liquid.  \n\\\u003e\"Ugh, it's everywhere. I smell like a Speyside distillery.\"  \n\\\u003eHer nose crinkles at the scent she usually enjoys.  \n\\\u003eShe sits up, straightening her back.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, help me get this off.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're a bit apprehensive because of the likelyhood of this turning steamy.  \n\\\u003eThat is what she wants, after all.  \n\\\u003eYou let out a sigh as you get up and stand in front of her.  \n\\\u003eYour hands slide under the back of her sports bra to help pull it off of her.  \n\\\u003eThe hem of the fabric catches on her exposed breast, pushing it upwards.  \n\\\u003e\"Wait, it's stuck on my boob. Here.\"  \n\\\u003eShe reaches up and cups it from the top.  \n\\\u003eHer hand lingers a bit too long as it brushes against her nipple.  \n\\\u003eShe lightly pinches it between her ring and middle finger in a brief an almost inperceptible motion.  \n\\\u003eYou're not sure if she wanted you to notice or not.  \n\\\u003eShe tucks in her chest back into the bra and raises her arms so you can slide it off.  \n\\\u003eYou pull it up her body and over her head until it frees itself.  \n\\\u003eYou hold the bra in front of you.  \n\"Let me go put this up.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't have the time to react as she puts her arms around your back.  \n\\\u003e\"Got you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you forward into her chest, and you end up straddling her as your face gets pushed into her cleavage.  \n\\\u003eIn this position her height works to her advantage as you're completely level to her chest.  \n\\\u003eThis is just like your dream that you had.  \n\\\u003eMaybe it was more of a prophecy of things to come.  \n\\\u003e\"Aren't you going to clean me up? Mommy's all diiirty.\"  \n\\\u003eShe puts a lot of emphasis on the last word.  \n\\\u003eYou try to say something but your words are muffled through her chest fur.  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't really matter as you're definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.\n\n\\\u003eYou drop the bra in her lap.  \n\\\u003eYour arms reach around her back as if the two of you were in a hug.  \n\\\u003eHer grip on you loosens a bit so you can pull your head back just enough to get a glance of her face.  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing a gentle expression, more content than you've ever seen her before.  \n\\\u003eYou turn your attention downwards as you decide to start lapping at her soaked fur.  \n\\\u003eThere's a spicy burn from the high proof alcohol.  \n\\\u003eYou can taste it mixing with her natural scent just a bit.  \n\\\u003eWhatever products she uses on her fur is sweet.  \n\\\u003eCocoa butter mixed with vanilla.  \n\\\u003eShe smells almost like a luxury chocolate flavored with the smoky taste of whiskey.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her chest rumble against your lips as she softly purrs.  \n\\\u003eThe tuft of fur from her collar bone is longer than the rest.  \n\\\u003eYou breath through your nose and suck the liquor from it.  \n\\\u003eThis continues for a while until she interrupts you.  \n\\\u003e\"Lower.\"  \n\\\u003eOne of her hands reaches upwards to gently push your head down to one of her breasts.  \n\\\u003eYou lick at her flesh as she runs her paw through your hair.  \n\\\u003e\"There we go.\"  \n\\\u003eBy the time you reach the other side of her chest, she's practically petting you.  \n\\\u003eIt's like you're some small animal being cradled.  \n\\\u003eUsually she'd be sinking her claws into you at this point, but she's handling you like you'd break at any moment.  \n\\\u003eIt must be the booze running through her right now.  \n\\\u003eHer other hand releases it's grip from your back and starts to snake down to your thigh.  \n\\\u003eShe starts to poke and prod at your crotch, already noticing that you're hard.  \n\\\u003eYour erection is running down the side of your thigh, sandwiched between it and her hand.  \n\\\u003eShe rubs it for a few moments before moving to undo your zipper.  \n\\\u003eIt takes a while for her fingers to touch your bare flesh before it's gripped between her fingers.\n\n\\\u003eShe has little trouble fishing out your penis from your pants.  \n\\\u003eHer soft pawpads alternate in their pressure as she gives you a few squeezes.  \n\\\u003eHer thumb rubs the head of your cock to tease you.  \n\\\u003eYou're toyed with a few times before she starts to move her hand.  \n\\\u003eVery slowly, she starts pumping her fist back and forth.  \n\\\u003eMeanwhile, you're still attending to her chest.  \n\\\u003eAt this point most of the scotch is gone, replaced by your saliva.  \n\\\u003eYou wouldn't call it clean, but Katja's enjoying it nonetheless.  \n\\\u003eShe seems to have noticed that you've finished as well.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy. I'm gonna make you feel good now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're pushed back into her chest, the side of your head pressed against it.  \n\\\u003eYou can hear both her purring and her heartbeat.  \n\\\u003eIt's suprisingly slow and steady, showing how calm she is right now.  \n\\\u003eShe stops her strokes for a moment to grind the tip back and forth against her stomach.  \n\\\u003eThe downy fluff tickles a bit as your dick traces along her abs.  \n\\\u003eShe then returns to stroking you, redoubling her efforts this time.  \n\\\u003eIt's only been a few minutes but you're already getting close.  \n\\\u003eFrom the speed she's going at, it shows that she's noticed this as well.  \n\\\u003eShe tucks her chin into her neck.  \n\\\u003e\"Go ahead. Let it all out.\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice is just a soft whisper directly in your ear.  \n\\\u003eYou feel her hot breath wash over your neck and it drives you over the edge.  \n\\\u003eYou shoot spurt after spurt of cum on her hand as she continues pumping you.  \n\\\u003eHer stomach gets painted with your sperm.  \n\\\u003eShe only slows down after you're completely spent and start softening a bit.  \n\\\u003eHer paw is wiped clean on the couch.  \n\\\u003eShe chuckles lightly.  \n\\\u003e\"You came so much for me. Did it feel that good?\"  \n\"Y-yeah.\"  \n\\\u003eis all you manage to get out before tucking yourself back into your pants.  \n\\\u003eHer hand parts from your head and finds itself underneath one of her tits.\n\n\\\u003eShe guides it to your face causing her nipple pokes at your cheek expectantly.  \n\\\u003eYou start suckling on it causing her to sigh.  \n\\\u003eShe leans forward a bit, reaching for something past you.  \n\\\u003eIt's your drink.  \n\\\u003eApparently she hasn't had enough.  \n\\\u003eYou remove your mouth and try to stop her.  \n\"Hey, I think that's enough.\"  \n\\\u003e\"No, no. Stay like this. Don't stop.\"  \n\\\u003eShe strokes the back of your head with her free hand.  \n\\\u003eThere's no use in arguing with her, so you return to your mock breastfeeding.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a sip from the drink, slowly this time.  \n\\\u003e\"This...this is nice.\"  \n\\\u003eShe whispers, her voice growing a bit hoarse.  \n\\\u003eHer head drops down and nuzzles into the top of your head.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her wet nose pressing against you as she peppers you with light kisses.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you stay like this, enjoying each other's company wordlessly.  \n\\\u003eHer breaths start to grow more labored the longer she holds you.  \n\\\u003eShe breaks the comfortable silence.  \n\\\u003e\"I always wanted this.\"  \n\\\u003eHer hand idly rubs the small of your back.  \n\\\u003e\"But I can't give you anything you want. I can't even treat you right. I'm a failure of a woman.\"  \n\\\u003eHer arm stroking your back stops and starts squeezing you tight against her body.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm really sorry. It wasn't you that I was mad at. There's no way you could have known.\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice grows shakier by the moment.  \n\\\u003e\"That I can't- That I never could-\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice grows louder as she tries to finish her sentence.  \n\\\u003eYou try to look up at her face.  \n\\\u003eShe drops her glass, and stops you by pinning your head in her chest.  \n\\\u003e\"He wanted a family and I couldn't give that to him. So he left.\"  \n\\\u003e\"And you're gonna leave me too. That's how men are.\"  \n\\\u003eHer words are filled with venom, but you can hear the underlying sorrow in her voice.  \n\\\u003eYou want to say something but you can't escape her grip.  \n\\\u003e\"Please, just stay for today.\"  \n\\\u003eShe goes silent after that.\n\n### [Chapter 13](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/113874055)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eThis is the most she's spoken to you that wasn't innuendos or literal commands.  \n\\\u003eYou've always seen the slighest sparks of her genuninely expressing herself, but this is a world apart from her usual self.  \n\\\u003eThe post-orgasm clarity hits you at full force at this point, and you decide to consider your future actions.  \n\\\u003eThe only way you can react is to grip her tighter.  \n\\\u003eYour only other options would be to push her back or passively let her hug your body.  \n\\\u003eYou can't imagine doing either of these regardless of her transgressions against you.  \n\\\u003eThere's a part in you that just wants to get her in bed and go home.  \n\\\u003eShe probably wouldn't remember what happened tonight anyways.  \n\\\u003eIt just wouldn't be productive in any way though, only serving to hurt the both of you.  \n\\\u003eYou'd feel like you would be betraying her right now if you left her at her weakest.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like it wouldn't be totally undeserved, but it would be uncharacteristically cruel of you.  \n\\\u003eYour conscience tugs at you to at least fulfill her request.  \n\\\u003eIt's only one night she needs right now.  \n\\\u003eShe has to be used to driving away her lovers by now, so it won't hurt if you decide to leave after that.  \n\\\u003eAt least not a lot.  \n\\\u003eMore than that, your attachment and your inability to resist her whims worry you a bit.  \n\\\u003eYour coworkers' concerns weigh heavy on your mind.  \n\\\u003eShe has toyed with you in whatever way she pleased without even a thought to your desires.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like she ever actually made you do something you hated, though.  \n\\\u003eYou can't voice how you feel regardless, so you sit in her bear hug.  \n\\\u003eHer breaths come in sharp inhales, but still restrained and steady.  \n\\\u003eThey're sharp hiccups not unlike the ones done by a fighter pilot under the influence of high-G's.  \n\\\u003eShe must be pretty stressed to breath like this.  \n\\\u003eGradually, her grip loosens bit by bit, and you manage to unleash your head enough to move it freely.\n\n\\\u003eYou tilt your head upwards to look at her face.  \n\\\u003eHer chin is still on your head, resting on your forehead now.  \n\\\u003eYou see her eyes welling up with tears but not spilling, rapid blinking dispersing them efficiently.  \n\\\u003eShe's resolved not to cry in front of a man.  \n\\\u003eYou think you'd be more relieved to see her do so.  \n\\\u003eYour jaw is still pressed into her breastbone, making it difficult to speak.  \n\"Hey.\"  \n\\\u003eyou manage to croak out.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes swivel down towards you, her still not saying a word.  \n\"I think it's time to go to bed.\"  \n\\\u003eHer arms trail off your back as she releases you.  \n\\\u003e\"Y-yeah, I was thinking the same thing.\"  \n\\\u003eShe poorly fakes a confident smile.  \n\\\u003eYou're gripped by your armpits as she lifts you off her.  \n\\\u003e\"Go ahead and get ready for me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe waves you off.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't want to see any pants on you when I get there.\"  \n\\\u003eShe shoots you the slowest and most awkward wink that you've ever seen.  \n\"Sure thing, Katja. I'm going to check on you in five minutes if you don't get in bed.\"  \n\\\u003eyou reply sarcastically.  \n\\\u003eThe horizon has a purple hue as the sun starts to rise.  \n\\\u003eIt's almost five-thirty at this point, you note.  \n\\\u003eTrue to your word, you enter her bedroom and strip down.  \n\\\u003eYou're in your boxers by the time you collapse into her mattress.  \n\\\u003eThe cool comforter feels nice on your skin even in the temperature controlled suite.  \n\\\u003eYou close your eyes for just a bit as you wait for Katja to join you.  \n\\\u003eSome time passes before you rouse yourself and check your phone.  \n\\\u003eTwelve minutes, more than enough time.  \n\\\u003eYou enter the living room and see she's practically unconscious, her body slumped forward at an angle.  \n\\\u003eSighing, you walk up and put your hand on her shoulder to wake her up.  \n\\\u003eShe shoots upright almost immediately.  \n\\\u003e\"Huh-wut? I'm awake.\"  \n\\\u003eHer head whips around a bit before focusing on you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey you.\"  \n\\\u003eHer eyes scan your naked body before stopping on your crotch.  \n\\\u003eShe gets a lewd smile on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"You got that lonely without me? Ready for me first thing in the morning. I picked a good one.\"  \n\\\u003eShe runs her tongue over her lips.  \n\\\u003eForcing herself onto her feet, she ambles around the couch to you to wrap her arm around your waist.  \n\"There we go. Let's go now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou stabilize her with your arm and walk her to the bed.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you manage to make it to her bedroom before she grapples you and softly spins you onto the bed.  \n\\\u003e\"Hahaha!\"  \n\\\u003eshe laughs as she has her arms wrapped around your torso.  \n\\\u003e\"Now I'm gonna rock your world.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's spooning you and has one of her legs hooked between yours.  \n\\\u003eHer arm drifts downards towards your lower belly as she slips her pawpads just inside your waistband.  \n\"Let's stay just like this for now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou try to calm her so the both of you actually get some sleep.  \n\\\u003e\"My boy needs a hug? That's fine for a bit.\"  \n\\\u003eHer muzzle tucks into your neck, her fluffy cheeks nuzzling against yours.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her purring again through her chest pressed against your back.  \n\\\u003eThe warm fur of her cheeks rubs against you, slowing down after each repetition.  \n\\\u003eHer breathing slows and her purrs grow softer.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like she's finally drifting off.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmn. Love you.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says in her half-asleep state.  \n\\\u003eYou almost turn your head back but withstand the urge.  \n\\\u003eHer words sit heavy on your mind and you find it hard to sleep.  \n\\\u003eDid she really mean that, or was it from the booze?  \n\\\u003eAlcohol seems to make her more forthright, so maybe it is true?  \n\\\u003eIt's definitely not what you needed to hear after having your heart toyed with.  \n\\\u003eYou got forced into a confrontation and end up getting jerked off then spooned to sleep.  \n\\\u003eWhy can't she show that she cares about you in even the slightest while sober?\n\n\\\u003eYou understand her struggles at this point, but that doesn't absolve her of her actions.  \n\\\u003eHer soft breath over your neck distracts your from your thoughts.  \n\\\u003eIt honestly reeks of alcohol, and isn't too pleasant, but it's comforting in it's own way.  \n\\\u003eYour family was the kind to mix whiskey with your formula at night.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel and hear her contented purring, albeit softly through her sleep.  \n\\\u003eHer paws have been kneading at your skin on your chest and stomach.  \n\\\u003eIt's so light that it's calming, similar to a massage with claws.  \n\\\u003eThe tiny pricks are soft enough to avoid phasing you at this point.  \n\\\u003eHer plushy pawpads squeeze and rub at your flesh.  \n\\\u003eThe soothing assault manages to quiet your mind as you finally succumb to sleep.  \n\\\u003eYou don't wake up until the early afternoon.  \n\\\u003eYour sleep was rather restful, even with her gripping you.  \n\\\u003eShe's still asleep, stirring slightly as you pull away from her.  \n\\\u003eIt takes a lot of effort, but you manage to pry yourself from her grasp.  \n\\\u003eHer face screws up a bit but she doesn't react otherwise.  \n\\\u003eYou decide to hang around until she wakes up at the very least.  \n\\\u003eYou put on your clothes and look at your phone, seeing that it's already one o' clock.  \n\\\u003eYou'll give her another hour to wake up.  \n\\\u003eWalking into the kitchen, you decide to brew yourself enough coffee for both Katja and you.  \n\\\u003eYou might as well get her some while you're at it, and she'll definitely need it.  \n\\\u003eThe french press gets filled with coffee grounds as you boil some water in an electric kettle.  \n\\\u003eSoon you've got two mugs sitting on the coffee table as you sit and look around her house once again.  \n\\\u003eNone of the decorations have changed, but they're intriguing as always.  \n\\\u003eYou grab the remote on the table and turn on the massive TV to the news.  \n\\\u003eThe volume isn't too loud, but it seems to have roused Katja.  \n\\\u003eShe walks into the living room, yawning.\n\n\\\u003e\"Coffee made already? You know how to treat a woman right.\"  \n\\\u003eShe seems shockingly chipper, shooting you a grin.  \n\"Go ahead, you're going to need it after last night. You've got to be really hungover, unless you're still drunk.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks a bit confused.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm fine, that was an average weekend for me back in the day. I can put down twice that much.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pounds her chest and starts walking over to the coffee.  \n\\\u003eShe really doesn't seem hungover or intoxicated.  \n\\\u003e\"I got a strong liver. Same with my mom, and grandma. All of us always take a drink with dinner, and a nightcap. Some days I put down a few extra.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's talking like it's a perfectly normal amount to drink.  \n\"That's a lot when you think about the whole week. Don't you have to fly?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Eight hours bottle to throttle! And that amount of drinks isn't that much, my mom put down way more than I do. Were your parents teetotalers or something?\"  \n\\\u003eIf she's deluding herself she's doing an amazing job.  \n\\\u003eYou sigh, not even seeing the point in arguing with her.  \n\"I guess they were. Besides that, how are you feeling otherwise after last night?\"  \n\\\u003eShe freezes a moment before cooly playing it off.  \n\\\u003e\"Of course I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? Just a bit sticky after spilling scotch all over my tits. Thanks for the help, by the way.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a too large smile.  \n\"It wasn't too bad for me either. But besides that, you told me about yourself last night.\"  \n\\\u003e\"What can I say? I always end up bragging when I drink. It's a fault of mine.\"  \n\\\u003eShe turns her back to you to look out the window and focus on the skyline.  \n\"That's not what I meant-\"  \n\\\u003e\"Sorry, I don't really remember last night. Maybe I did have too much to drink.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's no way that she conveniently blacked out solely during her emotional breakdown.  \n\\\u003eHer ears twitch, fighting the urge to fold down on her head.\n\n\\\u003eShe's a good liar, but there's only so much she can do to avoid the subject.  \n\\\u003eNothing she can say will make you forget her outpouring of pain.  \n\"Katja...\"  \n\\\u003eYou want to force her but don't know how.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmm, coffee's good. I'd like to sit around and enjoy it, but there's been a change of plans. I have to get my uniforms dry-cleaned.\"  \n\\\u003eSetting down the coffee mug, she heads into her room and rounds up some pristine looking jackets.  \n\\\u003e\"Feel free to stay as long as you'd like, the door will lock behind you.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're pretty sure someone in the building takes care of her dry-cleaning for her, even if the suits were dirty.  \n\"Katja.\"  \n\\\u003eYour voice is a bit firmer this time.  \n\\\u003e\"What's up? Did you want to take care of this for me? I have other errands too, but that'd be a big help.\"  \n\\\u003eThis is going nowhere.  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks, you're a good guy. I'll pick them up from the cleaners when they're done.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sets them down on the table and starts walking towards the door.  \n\\\u003eYou stand up and step towards her.  \n\\\u003eShe ignores you as her hand reaches towards the doorknob.  \n\\\u003eAll you can do is grab at her free arm, but thankfully she doesn't just drag you along.  \n\\\u003eShe just freezes, but you can feel the tension ready to burst from her like a spring.  \n\\\u003e\"What are you doing?\"  \n\\\u003eShe's got a smile on her face like you're a mischievous child.  \n\\\u003eIn contrast, the tone of her voice is absolutely void of any emotion.  \n\"You told me about your ex and why he left.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's no way she can avoid this now.  \n\\\u003e\"Ex-fiancee. And I never told you anything. Understand?\"  \n\\\u003eHer glare is withering.  \n\"It's not like I'm going to tell anyone, I just want to talk to you.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I already talked too much last night. Just forget it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe turns her head forward and looks straight ahead at the door.  \n\\\u003eHer body is tense as she resists the urge to pull free from you.\n\n\"It's not healthy, Katja. This isn't your fault or something to beat yourself up over.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a tiny flash of anger on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm well aware it's not my fault. Why should I be sorry that every guy I meet is a shallow piece of shit?\"  \n\\\u003eYou really have to mind your words.  \n\"Not everyone is like that. That was just one horrible guy.\"  \n\\\u003e\"It's been more than just one, but I'm not going to argue with you. It's nothing important anymore.\"  \n\\\u003eShe still can't bear to look you in the eye.  \n\"You should tell me about it.\"  \n\\\u003ePressing her this hard is a risky move, considering how hard it was to even get her to admit anything happened.  \n\"Come on, I think your errands can wait. We should go sit down.\"  \n\\\u003eShe scratches at her cheek and thinks it over a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"I suppose I could sit down and relax a little bit. You're not going to let this go otherwise.\"  \n\\\u003eFreeing her arm of your grip, she walks around you to lounge on one of the clean couches.  \n\\\u003eYou take a seat next to her and she decides to turn her coffee into an Irish one.  \n\"Slow it down a bit with the drinking.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Quit nagging me and let me at least try to salvage this morning.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says half-heartedly before breaking into a light grin.  \n\\\u003e\"Seriously, though, no more questions. I'll tell you a bit about what happened, just to prove you wrong.\"  \n\\\u003e\"My first fiancee ended up leaving me after my diagnosis at the fertility clinic. His family was traditional and they wouldn't accept anything other than a blood child.\"  \n\\\u003e\"All of them were a bunch of idiots. I hope he hates whatever arranged marriage he probably got roped into.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's bitter but can at least find some humor in her situation.  \n\\\u003e\"A few years later, I met my second fiancee. We talked about other options and decided on a friend of ours to be a surrogate. We later got the news from the clinic that she's pregnant. It was really nice for a while.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I went to go suprise them at one of her health checkups. Neither of them were there. The receptionist told me that they haven't had an appointment for about a month.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes a gulp of the stiff coffee and sighs.  \n\\\u003e\"I got back to the house and I guess they didn't notice me. They were sitting on the couch and he had his head up against her belly. I always thought it was so cute how he got so excited.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Then I heard her ask him when he's going to leave me and go start their family for real. I walked in and they didn't even stand up. I housed the both of them! Eventually things got broken off and they moved out. Last thing he said to me was that 'it's better for a child to be with her real mom.'\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks down at her mug of coffee.  \n\\\u003e\"They had the gall to invite me to their wedding.\"  \n\\\u003eShe stands up, lost in thought.  \n\"Katja, I'm so sorry.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I guess you would be.\"  \n\\\u003eIt looks like she doesn't have the time for pleasantries like \"It's fine,\" or \"Don't be.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's never had problems being straightforward before.  \n\\\u003eYou don't know what to say in response.  \n\\\u003eThe tension in the room is awkward, to say the least.  \n\\\u003e\"So, whas that good enough for you? Feel better now that you know?\"  \n\\\u003eYou honestly do.  \n\\\u003eYou understand her more than you ever have, but still don't know how to break through her shell.  \n\\\u003eShe's been hurt by people who've meant more to her than you.  \n\"You know that kind of stuff doesn't matter to everyone, you know.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gets a sour look on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"What, like you? You're still young, not even old enough to get baby fever yet. I've been doing this for years now. It's just easier this way.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't have any kind of retort regardless of how you feel.  \n\\\u003eShe wouldn't believe you anyways.  \n\"You don't know until you give it a chance.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Mmn.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a noncommital grunt, but it's better than nothing.\n\n### [Chapter 14](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/113953474)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003e\"You're a nice kid. You'll make a lady happy someday.\"  \n\\\u003eShe definitely doesn't mean herself.  \n\\\u003e\"So, what are you going to do? I don't have any plans today.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're not too suprised that she doesn't actually have any errands to run.  \n\\\u003eYou certainly didn't expect her to invite you out.  \n\\\u003eMaybe it's just a way for her to distract the two of you.  \n\\\u003eYou're a bit relieved that she didn't just kick you out immediately.  \n\\\u003eShe starts tapping away at her phone, pausing to scroll through something.  \n\"What are you looking at?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Email. Looks like the AOPA's got a burger fly-in today. Not too far from here.\"  \n\"Burger fly-in?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Shitty burgers at some airport cafe. It's more an excuse to meet up with the girls.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you an amused smile.  \n\\\u003e\"I like to spoil young guys like yourself. Nothing but the best for you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe really knows how to sell a date, you note sarcastically.  \n\"I guess that doesn't sound too bad.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Good. Weather's perfect, so the flight should be nice and calm.\"  \n\"Wait, flight?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Why do you think it's called a fly-in? Let me take a shower first.\"  \n\\\u003eAfter a quick wash, she grabs a few small bags and ushers you out the door.  \n\\\u003eSeeing her fur glisten in the light shows just how much care she puts into it's care.  \n\\\u003eYou get yourself latched into the car after a short elevator ride.  \n\\\u003e\"Regional's not too far from here. I haven't had much of a chance to check out the place since moving here.\"  \n\\\u003eThe ride is pretty peaceful, her mood having improved a lot since this \"morning.\"  \n\"Why'd you invite me out anyways?\"  \n\\\u003eShe gets a complicated look on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"Because it's fun. I'd be going out for a hundred dollar burger anyways, so I'd rather have someone in the right seat for the trip.\"  \n\"A hundred dollars?!\"  \n\\\u003e\"It's just slang. It means 'finding an excuse to fly.'\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Other than that, I just want to show you off a bit. Those geezers are going to be jealous as hell.\"  \n\\\u003eThat sounds a lot more like her.  \n\\\u003eIt's only a half-truth since she's so bad at expressing herself.  \n\\\u003eYou have a feeling that you're making a bit of progress at least.  \n\\\u003eIt's another thirty minutes after your small talk until you pull into a tiny parking lot.  \n\\\u003e\"Grab one of those bags, one of them is for you.\"  \n\\\u003eThe both of you pass through a glass door and you find yourself in a lobby with a single receptionist.  \n\\\u003e\"Go have a seat, I'll get everything ready. I have a bit of chatting to do.\"  \n\\\u003eYou wait patiently and flip through some random aviation magazines, everything being Greek to you.  \n\\\u003eGiving up on that, you look out the windows to see a dozen or so planes chocked and tied down, not too different from a regular parking lot.  \n\\\u003eYou wonder which one is hers.  \n\\\u003eAfter waiting entirely too long, she finally finishes up whatever business she had.  \n\\\u003eShe waves to the receptionist as she walks up to you.  \n\\\u003e\"Nice lady. Well, let's get going.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're shocked to see that there's zero security, not even a metal detector as you meekly trail behind her.  \n\\\u003e\"Here she is. Not the prettiest plane, but I got her for a steal.\"  \n\"This thing has to be older than me.\"  \n\\\u003eyou note.  \n\\\u003eShe pops open a door and puts the bags on one of the seats before giving everything a cursory walk around.  \n\\\u003e\"Okay. Help me push out the plane.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says, kicking out a chock from underneath the wheels.  \n\"With what?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Your hands? Get in front of the other wing and push.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's acting like all this stuff is self evident.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you push the plane back one length or so before hopping inside.  \n\\\u003eIt turns out the little bags have headsets in them, and you plug them in.  \n\\\u003eYou test them out as she fiddles with some knobs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Turn up the squelch... There we go. Can you hear me just fine?\"  \n\\\u003eYou confirm that you can before she starts up the engine and starts taxiing to the runway.  \n\\\u003eThe plane takes off as the wings concerningly tilt side to side before starting to climb.  \n\\\u003eAfter making a turn, she levels the plane as you slowly ascend.  \n\\\u003e\"So, what do you think?\"  \n\\\u003eYou're honestly a bit nervous as the plane rattles through the air.  \n\"It's cool.\"  \n\\\u003eLooking down the side window, everything looks tiny as she points out random landmarks.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll hand it over to you in a bit, once we get to a better altitude.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you the most genuine smile that you've seen since you met her.  \n\"Wait, what?\"  \n\\\u003e\"You'll be fine. Easier than driving a car. There's less stuff to crash into.\"  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a hearty laugh.  \n\\\u003e\"Put your hands on the yoke.\"  \n\\\u003eIt turns in your hands along with her movements.  \n\\\u003e\"Okay, that's good. Go ahead.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes her hands off as you hold it, knuckles turning white.  \n\\\u003eShe looks at her lap at an iPad strapped to her leg, tapping away at some kind of map.  \n\\\u003eShe's barely paying any attention to you.  \n\\\u003eFinished with whatever she was doing, she looks over at you.  \n\\\u003e\"Loosen up a bit. Try taking one of your hands off the yoke. Just watch the horizon.\"  \n\\\u003eReclining, she opens a water bottle to take a drink.  \n\\\u003eThere's light movements up and down as the wind jostles the plane.  \n\\\u003eShe's only looking at your face as you finally start to calm down.  \n\\\u003eIt seems her mood has done a 180.  \n\\\u003eYou're happy she's brightened up a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"It's going to be about an hour before we get there. We'll trade off when we get closer.\"  \n\\\u003eShe continues to give you little tips and advice in between communications with traffic control.  \n\\\u003eApparently she recognizes someone else on the line and gives a friendly greeting.  \n\\\u003eAfter forty-five minutes or so, she takes back control as you approach another airport.\n\n\\\u003eThe landing is a bit harder than you'd like as you touch down on the tarmac.  \n\\\u003eSoon you're taxiing back into a spot as she cuts the engine.  \n\\\u003e\"So, not bad, huh?\"  \n\\\u003eYou must've been wearing a strange expression on your face.  \n\"That was fun.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's the truth, but you leave out the fact that you were terrified the whole time that you had the controls.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's go get some food.\"  \n\\\u003eThis airport seems to be a little bit bigger.  \n\\\u003eYou don't see a restaurant anywhere though, so Katja asks around and gets handed a set of keys.  \n\\\u003e\"We're taking the airport's car, everyone's meeting at a sports bar.\"  \n\"You don't have to pay? They just lend you a car?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Nope. Perks of being part of the best girl's club in the world.\"  \n\\\u003eEven when driving a different car than her own, it seems she's still just as reckless.  \n\\\u003eSoon you're at a dingy bar and grill and the two of you make it inside.  \n\\\u003eThe host brings you to a large table flanked with a dozen or so people, mostly anthros.  \n\\\u003eThere's only one other human than you, a teenaged boy that's obviously a relative of one of the girls.  \n\\\u003e\"Look who made it! You're keeping all of us waiting.\"  \n\\\u003eOne of the oldest ladies at the tables shouts out.  \n\\\u003eIt seems at least a few of the anthros know her.  \n\\\u003eYou recognize one of them, it's her copilot that she usually flies with.  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a look as Katja introduces herself to the strangers at the table.  \n\\\u003eAll of them are either pilots, former pilots, or aeronautical engineers.  \n\\\u003eIt's a very expensive hobby.  \n\\\u003e\"So she dragged you along? Usually she'd be bored of her newest conquest by now.\"  \n\\\u003eHer first officer, a lion, gives you a smug look.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, right? She talks about you, you know. Not just the usual locker room chatter.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's a revelation that you didn't expect too much.  \n\"Like what?\"  \n\\\u003e\"She thinks your little schoolboy crush on her is cute. I'd have to agree with her.\"\n\n\\\u003eAfter shaking hands with everyone and giving the young boy a noogie on the head, Katja makes her way over to the seat next to you.  \n\\\u003eThe lion manages to squeeze out one last whisper to you.  \n\\\u003e\"She won't admit it, but she hasn't had that kind of attention in a while. She needs it.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja throws her arms around both of your shoulders.  \n\\\u003e\"What are you two talking about? I got first dibs on this guy here, you know.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You know I'm married. My man would kill me if I started snatching up young men like you do.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, this is Mack. Violet Mack that is. She was in my squadron.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Since when was it yours?\"  \n\\\u003eShe slugs Katja in the shoulder.  \n\\\u003e\"This old cat got me the job at TA. Figures that I'd end up under her wing again.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja sits down next to you before introducing you to the rest of the table.  \n\\\u003e\"This is Anon. I decided to bring him along for some grade-A food.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Robbing the cradle as always!\"  \n\\\u003e\"If I were 20 years younger...\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a few hoots and jeers from the people sat around the table.  \n\\\u003eEveryone takes a moment to order their food before returning to their conversations.  \n\\\u003eIt's mostly incomprehensible to you, but you're having a good time regardless.  \n\\\u003eKatja and Violet's conversation breaks off from the group as they chat to each other.  \n\\\u003eIt seems they're talking about you, but you can't make out their speech even sitting right next to them.  \n\\\u003eYou can't imagine Katja sharing anything too personal about herself, but the lion is sharper than she seems.  \n\\\u003eThey're interrupted by the waiter as everything is passed out.  \n\\\u003eEveryone tucks into their food and quickly finishes up.  \n\\\u003eLight one-armed hugs and pats on the back are passed around as everyone says their goodbyes.  \n\\\u003eKatja and her coworker part more informally.  \n\\\u003e\"See you next flight. Good luck with the husband.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You know it. Good luck to you too.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's caught a little off-guard by the lion's statement.  \n\\\u003eShe departs with a wave aimed at you before Katja can say anything.  \n\\\u003eIt's just the two of you left at the end.  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like that's our cue to leave too.\"  \n\\\u003eThe car somehow arrives back at the airport unscathed.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you grab some water bottles before returning the keys.  \n\\\u003eAfterwards, Katja takes the time to get some more fuel for her airplane.  \n\\\u003eHuh, it's not too much more expensive than regular gasoline.  \n\\\u003eShe reels out and clips a long cable to the landing strut of the plane and tugs a huge hose to the plane.  \n\\\u003eShe rests it on the top of the wing and tops off the wings' tanks.  \n\\\u003eThe process is reversed and everything is set to go.  \n\\\u003eYou hop in the plane and the take off much in the same manner as before.  \n\\\u003eYou're handed the controls a little earlier this time, getting tips on how to angle the plane for a perfect climb.  \n\\\u003e\"Watch your speed. Nose down a bit. I don't think your heart could handle a stall right now.\"  \n\\\u003eYour eyes must've popped out of your head as she chuckles and shakes her head a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"Men, I swear.\"  \n\\\u003eThe plane eventually reaches it's cruising altitude and it's nothing but clear blue skies all around.  \n\\\u003e\"CAVU all day. Good to fly in, but I like having some clouds to look at.\"  \n\\\u003eShe turns to look at you.  \n\\\u003e\"You like cloud watching, Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eYou've never given it much thought before.  \n\"Sometimes, as a kid. There's not too much time to do it while working.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I guess there wouldn't be. It's way different from up here though. You don't really find any shapes up here.\"  \n\"That does sound kind of nice.\"  \n\\\u003eShe focuses her sight on the horizon.  \n\\\u003e\"Maybe you'll get to see it for yourself someday.\"  \n\\\u003eYou note that she doesn't mention taking you up herself.  \n\\\u003eIt feels a little lonely, but there's a chance that you missed an implication.\n\n\\\u003eThe ride continues silently for a few minutes, the light drone of the engine only being broken by occasional chatter on the comms.  \n\\\u003eKatja grabs the yoke, her thumbs hovering over the buttons triggering radio contact.  \n\\\u003e\"Watch this.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's got a mischievous grin that would usually mean something bad was about to happen.  \n\\\u003eIf she tries to do a flip or something, you're gonna kill her.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like she's going with something a little more subdued as she presses on one of the buttons and meows directly into the mic.  \n\\\u003eIt's followed by several more meows from other pilots over the frequency.  \n\\\u003eYou swear there was even one by a human pilot from how horrible of an impression he did.  \n\\\u003e\"Heheh, classic.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't really get what's going on, but it's surreal enough to get a laugh out of you.  \n\\\u003eThere's a few more minutes of flying before you hand off the controls to Katja yet again.  \n\\\u003eYou circle around the airport before a rough landing on the pavement.  \n\\\u003eAfter everything gets parked and tied down, Katja streches her arms over her head and arches her back.  \n\\\u003eHer chest presses against the confines of her shirt.  \n\\\u003e\"Ahh, that's much better. I feel like a million bucks.\"  \n\\\u003eIt looks like that little trip was therapeutic for her.  \n\\\u003eShe probably needs some real therapy, but she would never manage to go to a session.  \n\\\u003eAt least this is probably a bit cheaper than visits to a shrink.  \n\\\u003eShe wraps her arm around your midsection and pulls your side into hers.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's get you back to my place.\"  \n\\\u003eYou pile the bags into her car and take your place in the passenger seat.  \n\\\u003eShe drives a bit more conservatively this time around, still riding her high from the flight.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you stop in her parking lot and exit the vehicle.  \n\\\u003eYou take the ride up the elevator and take a seat on her couch after entering.\n\n\\\u003e\"Home sweet home. That was a pretty good day out, huh?\"  \n\"Yeah, I had fun.\"  \n\\\u003eIt was more spending some time with her that put you in a good mood as well.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like you've made a bit of progress with her, bonding iver her favorite thing to do.  \n\\\u003eYou're not sure if there's much meaning to it though.  \n\\\u003eHearing a bit from Violet too was enlightening, as short as your conversation was.  \n\\\u003eYou wonder what her and Katja were talking about in the restaurant.  \n\\\u003eHopefully you get another chance to talk with her again.  \n\\\u003eKatja interrupts your thoughts.  \n\\\u003e\"Are you planning on sticking around? I don't think I've got much else planned today, just enjoying a quiet night in.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're not sure if that means if she wants you to stay or leave.  \n\\\u003eIt might be best to give her some space.  \n\\\u003eThe last few days must have been emotionally draining in more than one way.  \n\\\u003eAt least she's been putting in some kind of effort.  \n\"I think it's about time to get something to make lunch for tomorrow. Cook something at home.\"  \n\\\u003eIt is starting to get late as you notice the sun starting to set.  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a light smile.  \n\\\u003e\"Sounds good. I think I'll get something to snack on. That bar food was more than enough for me. I'll call you sometime later.\"  \n\\\u003eIt seems she has plans to see you again.  \n\\\u003eYou're suprised nothing sexual happened today, but it's relieving to see that she has the capability to enjoy your presence in a normal way.  \n\\\u003eShe didn't even make a quip about inviting you to join her in her shower this afternoon.  \n\\\u003eYou excuse yourself and notice her grab an empty glass out of the corner of your eye.  \n\\\u003eHopefully she's just cleaning up a bit.  \n\\\u003eYou start for your car as you hear the door lock behind you.  \n\\\u003eYou take your place in your seat and start the engine.  \n\\\u003eThe engine purrs to life as you pull out of the parking lot and drive to your apartment.\n\n### [Chapter 15](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/114233377)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eThe return trip is the same as usual, but this time you decide to just enjoy the silence and the sounds of the road.  \n\\\u003eYou're tired as hell after the last few days and that's not just from the lack of sleep.  \n\\\u003eYou let yourself into your apartment and get to work cooking some pork chops and some instant mashed potatoes for dinner, plus a little extra for lunch tomorrow.  \n\\\u003eYou're not too hungry considering how late you ate lunch but figure it'd be better to get something in your belly.  \n\\\u003eYou tuck into your food half-heartedly as you watch a random game show.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit fun to watch random contestants get battered around in an obstacle course.  \n\\\u003eAfter finishing you pack the rest of your food into a tupperware container for the coming workday.  \n\\\u003eIt'll be a nice change of pace from the sandwiches you've been eating for almost the entire week.  \n\\\u003eYou stifle a yawn even though you woke up rather late today.  \n\\\u003eGetting to bed early might be a good idea, so you decide to take a quick shower before retiring for the night.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like Katja made a mess of you compared to the last few times you've spent the night with her, but you'd rather not show up to work unwashed tomorrow.  \n\\\u003eYour nightly routine done, you get yourself into bed and you pass out quickly.  \n\\\u003eWhen you wake up, you prepare everything before starting the commute to work.  \n\\\u003eWhile you drive you wonder if you'll get questioned by Sabrina about your weekend.  \n\\\u003eShould you tell her you spent your days off with Katja again?  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to worry her too much as she can get a little too protective of you.  \n\\\u003eYou're a few minutes late but you don't miss too much.  \n\\\u003eSabrina picks you up before stopping at your assigned workplace.  \n\\\u003e\"So Anon, did you spend another weekend in as usual?\"  \n\\\u003eOf course she'd ask you that.  \n\"Hey, I don't spend every weekend alone.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You'd never do anything if I didn't drag you out of your little apartment. It's not good for you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe is right, it's not like you have many other friends than her.  \n\\\u003eMost of them ended up out of state so visits are rare.  \n\\\u003eHer statement does irk you a bit though.  \n\"I did go out actually. I went out to lunch with some people.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina gives you a curious smile.  \n\\\u003eNow you've dug yourself into a hole.  \n\\\u003eShe has a way of goading the truth out of you.  \n\\\u003e\"Now I've heard everything. Who'd you go out with? Don't tell me it's the cat.\"  \n\\\u003eYou clench your teeth as you look away.  \n\"Yeah...\"  \n\\\u003e\"You forgave her already? Anon...\"  \n\\\u003eShe sighs a bit.  \n\"It's complicated. She's got circumstances going on. Kind of personal stuff, but I can at least tell you what happened.\"  \n\\\u003eYou give a basic run down on the events of the past few days without revealing too much about Katja.  \n\\\u003e\"You're too soft on her. I don't know what her problems are, but I don't think that makes things right. She sounds like too much trouble even if it's something that serious.\"  \n\"Maybe I am, but I just can't leave her alone. She really needs someone whether she can admit it or not.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina's getting a little frustrated with you.  \n\\\u003e\"It's not your job to fix her. You're inexperienced and you think you have to stick with her no matter what.\"  \n\"I know.\"  \n\\\u003e\"No you don't. One person sacrificing themselves for the other isn't what a real relationship looks like. She's got to pull her own weight too.\"  \n\"She's getting better, trust me. She's trying in her own way.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina gives you a hard stare as she reads your face.  \n\\\u003eLong seconds pass in silence before she sighs.  \n\\\u003e\"Okay Anon, if you say so. Just keep what I said in mind.\"  \n\"Thanks Sabrina.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a little difficult to thank her but you're obligated to do so.  \n\\\u003eEven though she basically told you that you're completely wrong, she makes a really good point.\n\n\\\u003eHer face softens a bit and she gives you a sympathetic smile.  \n\\\u003e\"At least she took you on a nice date. You deserve a little fun.\"  \n\\\u003eShe quiets down a bit as she sips on an energy drink.  \n\\\u003eShe's plenty energetic enough, and she's going to regret the eventual kidney stones one day.  \n\\\u003eAt least you can mull over your thoughts now.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit concerning that Katja's taken this long to do something somewhat romantic.  \n\\\u003eHer problems with intimacy run deep and she takes it out on you sexually.  \n\\\u003eThere's some progress there at least, but she's got other struggles too.  \n\\\u003eYou're certain she has a problem with alcoholism from what you've seen.  \n\\\u003eAt best, she's a binge drinker and has been for a long time.  \n\\\u003eYour little outing while flying was the first time you've spent time with her fully sober.  \n\\\u003eShe's great at holding her liquor, but her intake is more than a drink with dinner.  \n\\\u003eYou've never seen her drink anything like wine or beer, and strong cocktails seem to be her lightest choice if she isn't drinking neat liquor.  \n\\\u003eAt least it doesn't seem to affect her career at all.  \n\\\u003eYou have no idea how to approach this with her.  \n\\\u003eEven if she's aware of her unhealthy relationship with alcohol, she'd never admit it.  \n\\\u003eThe worst case scenario is if she ended up angry or offended if you tried to intervene in any way.  \n\\\u003eShe'd probably just laugh it off, though.  \n\\\u003eIt's a little too early in your relationship to try and do anything about this though.  \n\\\u003eYou're not sure if this is going to go anywhere, so you're definitely getting ahead of yourself here.  \n\\\u003eYour thoughts are interrupted by the roar of a jet engine.  \n\\\u003eTime to get to work.  \n\\\u003eEveryone goes through the motions before the time comes to load the plane.  \n\\\u003eStrangely enough, it looks like both of the pilots are doing a walk around the plane.  \n\\\u003eYou recognize the captain but have never been introduced before.\n\n\\\u003eShe gives the team a short greeting and a nod as she passes.  \n\\\u003eThe first officer happens to be a certain lion that must have spotted you before boarding.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit strange to see her seperated from Katja, but it's not like pilots fly with the same flight crew every flight.  \n\\\u003e\"Morning, girls. Morning, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eThe team seems a bit suspicious of her, especially Sabrina.  \n\\\u003e\"That was a lot of fun yesterday. Hopefully Katja brings you out again.\"  \n\\\u003eThe girls calm down a bit after seeing that you don't have yet another feline after you again.  \n\\\u003eViolet lightly pulls you aside.  \n\\\u003e\"She probably will, knowing her. You've gone further than most others have in a long time.\"  \n\\\u003eIt fills you with a bit of confidence but brings up a concern you've had since the beginning.  \n\"I'm not the only one though, am I?\"  \n\\\u003e\"What do you mean?\"  \n\\\u003eShe cocks an eyebrow.  \n\"She's got guys everywhere, right?\"  \n\\\u003eViolet puts her paw on your shoulder.  \n\\\u003e\"I think you've got the wrong impression of her. She might be a maneater, but she only keeps one boy around at a time.\"  \n\\\u003e\"She thinks it's in poor taste to string along more than one guy at a time. She does scare most of them off pretty fast though.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's a bit of a relief to hear.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't know if you're patient or just a special guy, but you've made a mark on her. Probably both.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're feeling a bit bashful from her praise.  \n\"I'm trying my best. I think she's the special one myself.\"  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a hearty laugh.  \n\\\u003e\"She's definitely 'special' alright. I'm rooting for you, so keep at it.\"  \n\"Where is she, anyways?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Miss her already? She hit her hours. It'll be a bit until she's flying again.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're released as she starts to pull away.  \n\\\u003e\"Anyways, it's time for me to get up in the cockpit. See you later, Anon. Maybe I can set all of us up on a double date.\"  \n\\\u003eShe winks before boarding the plane.\n\n\\\u003eYou get back to work and Sabrina decides to question you about your little exchange.  \n\\\u003e\"What was that about?\"  \n\"Just one of Katja's friends. She's a nice lady.\"  \n\\\u003e\"If you say so. She probably has to be to put up with the captain.\"  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the day proceeds as normal.  \n\\\u003eYou don't hear from Katja today, but you didn't really expect to.  \n\\\u003eThe remainder of the week passes without incident as well.  \n\\\u003eYou get home from work after finishing the last shift of the week.  \n\\\u003eAs you're eating dinner, you feel the buzz of a notification on your phone.  \n\\\u003e\"hey\"  \n\\\u003eLooks like Katja decided to reach out.  \n\\\u003eYou finish up the last of your food before tapping away at the keyboard.  \n\"What's up?\"  \n\\\u003e\"what do u wantto do??\"  \n\\\u003eThat's a very vague question.  \n\"What do you mean?\"  \n\\\u003eShe sends a little airplane emoji.  \n\\\u003e\"tmrrow. lets have some fun\"  \n\\\u003eIt looks like she wants to have some actual fun, compared to the \"fun\" that she's mostly contacted you for.  \n\"I don't know. There's not much to do in state.\"  \n\\\u003e\"men can never decide. ill find somthing\"  \n\"Thanks, I'll try harder next time\"  \n\\\u003eYou roll your eyes internally but know she doesn't really mean anything by it.  \n\\\u003eA few minutes pass before she gets back to you.  \n\\\u003e\"ky? not too far\"  \n\\\u003eShe's still typing.  \n\\\u003e\"we can do teh borbon trail\"  \n\\\u003eThat honestly doesn't sound too bad.  \n\"Sounds good.\"  \n\\\u003e\"ill pick u up in the morn. send me the address\"  \n\\\u003eYou head to bed looking forward to the trip tomorrow.  \n\\\u003eThe doorbell wakes you up around nine in the morning.  \n\\\u003eSeems like she wants to get an early start to the day.  \n\"Coming!\"  \n\\\u003eYou slip on some pants before greeting her at the door.  \n\\\u003eShe steps in and looks around your apartment.  \n\\\u003e\"Damn Anon, you really need to find a better neighborhood. I'm suprised no one tried to mug me on the way up the stairs.\"  \n\"Unless you're going to take me in, I don't think that's happening anytime soon.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe remains silent at your comment as you let out a big yawn.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's get you dressed. We got a long day ahead of us. Bring a change of clothes too.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's going to be more than a day trip it seems.  \n\\\u003eYou nod and dress yourself as you put some extra clothes into a backpack.  \n\\\u003eYou don't really have anything that could be considered a suitcase.  \n\"Good to go.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you get into her car as she drives to the same airport as last time.  \n\\\u003eThe flight is a little longer this time, but it passes in a similar way.  \n\\\u003eYou're a little less nervous this time, however.  \n\\\u003eYou land after a bit at another small airport, but this time Katja opts for a rideshare instead of the airport's vehicle.  \n\\\u003eIt makes sense considering how long you're going to be here.  \n\\\u003e\"I got us a full day tour. Just the two of us.\"  \n\\\u003eThe car drops the two of you off at a hotel, and you check in and drop off your bags.  \n\\\u003eSome time passes before she ushers you outside to a black car, and a chauffeur opens the rear door for the two of you.  \n\\\u003eYou take your seats before Katja pulls you over next to her.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't be so shy.\"  \n\\\u003eAs the car pulls off, she places her hand on your thigh.  \n\\\u003eShe looks you right in the eyes as she runs her paw up and down the inside of your of your leg.  \n\\\u003eHer claws reveal themselves and she drums her fingers against you.  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't escalate further however, and she hums a little tune as the ride continues.  \n\\\u003eSoon you reach your destination and you disembark for your tour.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you enjoy small samples as you're guided around the distillery.  \n\\\u003eKatja remarks that all of them are delicious, but you can't tell the difference between them.  \n\\\u003eThe tour car picks you up after finishing at the first distillery.  \n\\\u003eOf course Katja buys a bottle as a souvenir.  \n\\\u003eAfter a quick lunch, it's off to the rest of the tour.\n\n\\\u003eYou've got quite the buzz going by the time you reach the end of the tour.  \n\\\u003eEven she seems to be feeling the alcohol by the time you're dropped back off at the hotel.  \n\\\u003eKatja's got a few bottles in tow after your outing, and she puts them in her bag.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you find your way to the hotel's restaurant.  \n\\\u003eYou weren't paying too much attention to the tour, but it was nice to see her have a good time.  \n\\\u003eThe waiter arrives and takes your drink orders.  \n\\\u003eShe gets herself a stiff drink but you decide to abstain.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit worrying, but it is a special occasion.  \n\\\u003eBy the time you finish your meals, she's put down a few.  \n\\\u003eShe slings her arm over your shoulder on the way to the room.  \n\\\u003eHer finger draws circles on your chest.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like you're not getting much sleep tonight.  \n\\\u003eShe lets the two of you in to the room before dragging you to the bed.  \n\\\u003eYou're sat on the bed as she lays down behind you.  \n\\\u003e\"C'mere.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you down and hugs you from behind.  \n\\\u003eHer muzzle finds it's way into the crook of your neck.  \n\\\u003e\"Did you have fun?\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice comes out as a breathy whisper directly into your ear.  \n\"Y-yeah.\"  \n\\\u003eThe hot breaths tickle your neck.  \n\\\u003e\"That was nice. I've always wanted to do that.\"  \n\"Thanks for bringing me with you.\"  \n\\\u003eIt couldn't have been cheap to buy tickets for two.  \n\\\u003e\"It's more fun than doing it alone. I've been looking forward to this all week.\"  \n\\\u003eShe ordered the tour a week ago?  \n\\\u003eIt seems she wants to spend time with you more than you thought.  \n\\\u003eThe realization warms your heart a bit.  \n\\\u003eHer cheek rubs against you as she purrs.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmn. A little treat for the both of us.\"  \n\\\u003eShe snakes her hands up your shirt and makes her way up to your chest.  \n\\\u003e\"Do you really like spending time with me?\"  \n\\\u003eHer honesty is leaking out thanks to the bourbon.  \n\\\u003eIt seems she's feeling a bit insecure again, so you've got to ease her fears.\n\n\"Of course I do. I wouldn't have come otherwise.\"  \n\\\u003e\"That's good. I do too.\"  \n\\\u003eShe grips her paws on your pectorals before digging her claws in, releasing a light growl.  \n\\\u003eYour body has gotten pretty used to this treatment by now, but you still release a hiss.  \n\\\u003eIt's honestly probably more from arousal rather than pain at this point.  \n\\\u003eShe's conditioned you pretty well.  \n\\\u003eKatja starts licking the back of your ear.  \n\\\u003e\"Our trip isn't over yet, y'know.\"  \n\\\u003eHer fingertips start rubbing and tweaking at your nipples.  \n\\\u003e\"You like this, don't you?\"  \n\"Yes.\"  \n\\\u003eYou reply on instinct.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy.\"  \n\\\u003eShe continues to play with both your chest and your ear.  \n\\\u003eHer growling starts to grow a little more intense as she starts nibbling your ear with her sharp teeth.  \n\\\u003eYour breath hitches as she gets rougher with you.  \n\\\u003eAll of the sudden, she sinks her fangs into your ear.  \n\"Ah!\"  \n\\\u003eThe pain is milder than you expected, but still hurts a lot more than the usual treatment.  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't release you for several seconds, holding you by your impromptu piercings.  \n\\\u003e\"Oh, sorry. Mommy just got too excited.\"  \n\\\u003eShe must be feeling a bit more possessive than usual.  \n\\\u003eHer tongue drags along your wounds, tending to them in apology.  \n\\\u003e\"That's enough of that.\"  \n\\\u003eJust what does she have in store for you next?  \n\\\u003eYou're flipped onto your back as she stands on her knees on top of you.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls off her shirt and bra, her breasts bouncing free.  \n\\\u003eGrabbing you by the armpits, she lifts you like a child and places you further up on the bed.  \n\\\u003e\"Pants off. Now.\"  \n\\\u003eShe stands up and the both of you remove your bottoms.  \n\\\u003eDropping to all fours, she brings her face up to your crotch before grabbing it with one hand.  \n\\\u003eAt this point you're painfully erect from all the previous attention.  \n\\\u003eYour face burns from arousal.\n\n\\\u003eShe slowly pumps her fist around you to warm you up a bit.  \n\\\u003eRepeating this motion until she's satisfied, she stops suddenly and looks you in the eye.  \n\\\u003e\"Time to get a taste.\"  \n\\\u003eShe opens her mouth and her hot breath spills over your cock, making you shiver.  \n\\\u003eA dollop of saliva lands directly on the top of it before she sticks out her tongue.  \n\\\u003eThe underside of her tongue runs around the head, making it slick.  \n\\\u003eThe alcohol's warmed up her mouth to a searing heat.  \n\\\u003e\"Hah, heh.\"  \n\\\u003eShe releases an open mouthed laugh as she watches you squirm underneath her.  \n\\\u003eHer hand reaches between her legs and you see her fingers dancing against her crotch.  \n\\\u003eWith her tongue still lolling out of her mouth, she then drags the top of her tongue along your length.  \n\"Uuh...\"  \n\\\u003eThe barbs on her rough tongue scrapes your sensitive organ, making you flinch a bit.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit too much for you but she pays it no mind.  \n\\\u003eAfter two long, slow licks, she then redoubles her efforts with the silky bottom of her tongue.  \n\\\u003eThe contrast between the two textures is agonizing.  \n\\\u003eShe's keeping you teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain.  \n\\\u003eIt seems it's just a warm up as she then takes part of you into her mouth.  \n\\\u003eThe points of her teeth threaten to scratch at your dick, but she expertly avoids it.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes shine as her movements between her legs speeds up.  \n\\\u003eShe suckles on it gently, unable to bob her head due to her sandpapery tongue.  \n\\\u003eThe stimulation is still strong enough to drive you towards orgasm.  \n\\\u003eLooking at your face, she pulls her head back as she roughly squeezes the base.  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like you're close. Just a little bit more. Let mommy finish first.\"  \n\\\u003eHer paw squeezing you pulses a few times.  \n\\\u003eSoon she reaches her climax, and she pulls her hand free to grip you with both of her arms around your thighs.  \n\\\u003eHer head drops all the way down, her tongue scraping against you pushing to come.  \n\"Oh god!\"  \n\\\u003eYou grip and twist your hands into the bed as you explode into her mouth.  \n\\\u003eShe drinks it down greedily before releasing you with a pop.  \n\\\u003e\"Feel better now?\"  \n\\\u003eShe smiles at you before laying down on your chest.\n\n### [Chapter 16](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/114438196)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003eKatja's hand reaches up to your head, running through your hair.  \n\\\u003e\"You're just too cute.\"  \n\\\u003eHaving her call you cute still makes you blush at this point.  \n\\\u003eIt's a little embarassing, but you enjoy her pampering you.  \n\\\u003eYou don't quite know what to say, so you just relax as she pets you.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls herself up your body to nuzzle your cheek.  \n\\\u003eThere's a comfortable silence as you feel her throat vibrating against yours.  \n\\\u003eThis lasts for a while before you decide to speak.  \n\"Hey.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks up at your face, watching you curiously.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah?\"  \n\\\u003eShe's been more honest with her feelings recently, but it looks like you'll have to be as well.  \n\\\u003eIt may or may not be what she wants to hear.  \n\\\u003eHopefully it'll help break her shell just a little bit.  \n\\\u003eYou swallow down your hesitation and start to speak.  \n\"I'm, uh, really glad I met you. I don't know where I'd be otherwise.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You're just lucky I have a good eye.\"  \n\"I've noticed. You're almost a little too good at reading me. I mean, just think about the way you approached me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe chuckles a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"If we didn't have an audience then, I would've gone on the attack even harder.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's not too suprising, but you're getting sidetracked.  \n\"You know, I used to be pretty lonely before, and I don't want to be again.\"  \n\\\u003eYou pray that she'll say the same.  \n\\\u003eKatja's mouth opens before she turns away, holding her tongue.  \n\\\u003eComposing herself, she spins her head back at you.  \n\\\u003e\"Just enjoy it while you can.\"  \n\\\u003eShe probably means that more for herself than you.  \n\\\u003eThe pain on her face is palpable, no matter how much she tries to hide it.  \n\"Katja...\"  \n\\\u003e\"Let's get that shirt off of you so we can sleep.\"  \n\\\u003eShe rolls off of you as you peel off the rest of your clothes.  \n\\\u003eThrowing it aside, you return to your supine position.  \n\\\u003eYou turn your head towards her as she flips her body away from you.\n\n\\\u003eShe starts snoring in a matter of minutes.  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't seem like she's faking it, she must be pretty tired.  \n\\\u003eYou throw your arms behind your head and try to sleep as well.  \n\\\u003eYou're a bit restless, but you manage to pass out in an hour or so.  \n\\\u003eYour sleep is just as restless, nightmares tormenting you.  \n\\\u003eKatja is spitting venomous words at you once again.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't need you anymore! Just get out of here!\"  \n\\\u003eTears run down her face as she angrily gestures towards the door of her penthouse.  \n\\\u003eShe gets behind you and grips you by the shoulders as she pushes you entirely too hard.  \n\\\u003e\"Go, go. Just get out of my life...\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a pain in your chest as your breath stops.  \n\\\u003eHer hands then slam against your back and you fly towards the ground.  \n\\\u003eIn slow motion, you see her eyes grow wide and her jaw drop as her arms recoil backwards in shock.  \n\\\u003eYou flinch and turn your face away from the tile floor.  \n\\\u003eThe second before the side of your head hits the ground, you awake with a start.  \n\\\u003eAs you slowly regain your bearings, you hear the shower running.  \n\\\u003eThat was just too cruel of a dream.  \n\\\u003eNo matter what happened, you're sure Katja would never hurt you like that.  \n\\\u003eThe most surreal thing was seeing her cry for the first time, even if it was just a dream.  \n\\\u003eYour subconcious was just attacking you with a horrid metaphor.  \n\\\u003eAs you catch your breath you realize the water has cut off, the sound replaced by a whooshing blow dryer.  \n\\\u003eAfter a few minutes, Katja exits the bathroom, rubbing a towel against her head.  \n\\\u003eHer coat has puffed up from the hot air, a sight that'd normally get a laugh out of you.  \n\\\u003e\"Finally awake? I couldn't wake you up for the life of me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a look of concern.  \n\\\u003e\"You were tossing and turning like crazy. I couldn't calm you down at all.\"  \n\\\u003eSeeing her worried about you puts you a bit at ease.\n\n\"I'm fine now. Just a rough night.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks a bit guilty.  \n\\\u003e\"How about some breakfast then? After you get a shower, that is. You're covered in sweat.\"  \n\"That sounds good.\"  \n\\\u003eAfter a quick shower, you get dressed.  \n\\\u003e\"Ready to go? I'll get us checked out after breakfast.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you grab your bags and make your way downstairs.  \n\\\u003eYou're treated to a fine breakfast in a luxury cafe on the ground floor.  \n\\\u003eSoon you're checked out of the hotel and Katja orders another ride back to the airport.  \n\\\u003eYou're back in her little Cessna again as she departs.  \n\\\u003eShe takes control of the flight the whole way back, just letting you enjoy the scenery.  \n\\\u003eToday the sky is filled with fluffy clouds.  \n\\\u003e\"Now this is a nice view.\"  \n\\\u003eIt really is nice, nothing like you'd see in an airliner at 30,000 feet.  \n\\\u003eShe points out different kinds of clouds.  \n\\\u003e\"See that big pillar-shaped one ahead? That's my favorite kind. That's a cumulus congestus.\"  \n\\\u003eThe plane rolls as she curves around the cloud.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't want to fly through them though, unless you like some serious turbulence. They can turn into nasty cumulonimbus clouds too. Thunderstorms and such.\"  \n\\\u003eShe smiles to herself for a bit before remembering that you're there.  \n\\\u003e\"Pretty nice, huh?\"  \n\"It's beautiful. Thanks for showing me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't just mean the view.  \n\\\u003eSeeing Katja expose her soft side with no shame fills you with hope.  \n\\\u003eThis might be more enjoyable than the rest of the trip.  \n\\\u003e\"I knew you'd like it.\"  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the trip is silent as you look out the window.  \n\\\u003eShe's slowly weaving around cloud formations to give you the best view.  \n\\\u003eThe detours make your trip take a little longer, but the scenic route is worth it.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you touch down and unload your luggage.  \n\\\u003eYou enter her car, no longer troubled by your nightmare.  \n\\\u003eThe Katja you've seen today is nothing like the twisted one you saw.\n\n\\\u003eShe starts the car before switching out the CDs in the console.  \n\\\u003eIt figures that Spotify would be beyond her.  \n\\\u003eShe puts on some mom-rock to drown out the silence in the car.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like it would be too awkward without it for you, personally.  \n\\\u003eBut she's the type that would force a conversation rather than just enjoying each other's company.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you are rolling along the highway before she pipes up.  \n\\\u003e\"I think it's time to get you home. I've got a long flight to prepare for tomorrow, so I'd be no fun anyways.\"  \n\"That sounds fine. Although I'd love to see how a captain relaxes.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gets a cheeky smile on her face as she turns to you.  \n\\\u003e\"What do you think I've been doing? A boy on my arm and some fine drinks are all I need to take the edge off.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a typical answer, although you think your relationship has probably been more of a headache for her than anything.  \n\\\u003e\"All this coffee and sitting around in a chair all day doesn't do me any wonders.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's got to be a bundle of knotted muscles at this point.  \n\"Well, I'm around for de-stressing anytime you need me.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I know.\"  \n\\\u003eShe smiles to herself, satisfied.  \n\\\u003eThe car arrives at your apartment, and she pops open the trunk so you can grab your bag.  \n\\\u003eShe rolls down the driver's side window to say goodbye.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll call you later, babe.\"  \n\\\u003eYou give a quick wave as you make your way upstairs.  \n\\\u003eKatja waits for you until you get the door locked behind you.  \n\\\u003eIt seems she's more worried about this neighborhood than you are.  \n\\\u003eSomehow you've managed not to be dragged into someone's room yet.  \n\\\u003eYou watch her pull off before you throw your backpack in a corner and make yourself a late lunch.  \n\\\u003eAs you shove some salami slices in your mouth, you wonder what her real intentions are.  \n\\\u003eShe obviously wants intimacy but won't stop pushing you away when you try to get close to her.\n\n\\\u003eYou want to get her to trust you, but would you be able to say that you won't betray her expectations?  \n\\\u003eIf she can't open up, can you really stay with her?  \n\\\u003ePatience only goes so far before you have to give up on her.  \n\\\u003eBut for now, all you can do is wait.  \n\\\u003eYou wash down your lazy meal with some soda before taking a seat in your living room.  \n\\\u003eIt's probably best to stop worrying about it at this point.  \n\\\u003eThere's not a lot you can do yourself but be persistent.  \n\\\u003eMaybe you can give her a call or something tomorrow.  \n\\\u003eIt'd probably be good to take a little iniative yourself.  \n\\\u003eFor all you know it might be another week before she decides to contact you at all.  \n\\\u003eYou spend the rest of the day lazing around, only leaving your house to grab some fast food.  \n\\\u003eThe next day, you make it through the workday without too much harassment from Sabrina.  \n\\\u003eShe's not too happy that you're still spending time with Katja, but she seems to be resigned to the fact that you're not going to stop anytime soon.  \n\\\u003eA few days into the week, you end up working on the plane she's flying.  \n\\\u003eShe greets you with a light hip check.  \n\\\u003eHer height makes it connect more with your side rather than your rear.  \n\\\u003eYou manage not to lose your balance even though it was just a tap for her.  \n\\\u003eThe team doesn't pay her much mind, excluding Sabrina, but she manages to keep her fur from bristling.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm going to be out of town for the week. See you soon, hot stuff.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says with a wink.  \n\\\u003eIt seems Katja doesn't have much time to talk.  \n\\\u003eAt least she plans to see you later.  \n\\\u003e\"Just what do you see in her?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina asks you rhetorically.  \n\\\u003eHopefully she can warm up to her sometime.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like she has the wrong impression of her, but more that she just doesn't understand her.  \n\\\u003eYou'd have to get your relationship with her stable first, though.\n\n\\\u003eTrue to her word, you get a text from her later in the night.  \n\\\u003eYou lean back on your bed as you open your messages.  \n\\\u003e\"sumthing to look forward too\"  \n\\\u003eAttached is a picture of her ass, her birthmark in full view.  \n\\\u003eLooks like she's comfortable enough with you to show it off now.  \n\"Thanks, \\\u003c3 you too.\"  \n\\\u003eYou made sure to make the emoji black just to mess with her.  \n\\\u003e\"its going on ur face next tiem for that\"  \n\\\u003eThat's not much of a threat.  \n\\\u003e\"mak sure yur free this weeknd\"  \n\\\u003eYou reply that you will before you two resume chatting.  \n\\\u003eThere's not much of note said, but it's nice to have a casual conversation with her.  \n\\\u003eAs the days pass, she's been keeping in contact with you at least every other night.  \n\\\u003eThe weekend finally rolls around and you two go on another little date.  \n\\\u003eYou've gotten pretty used to getting flown around everywhere in her little plane.  \n\\\u003eIt's pretty relaxing by now, the light rolling and buzzing almost lulling you to sleep at points.  \n\\\u003eThis time you go on a pub crawl on a pier.  \n\\\u003eIt's the first time you've seen her drink beer, but she seems to savor it just the same.  \n\\\u003eMany more dates follow in the next few months, including one to an Air Force museum, which kept her giddy the whole day.  \n\\\u003eShe even joins you at the Chili's again with Sabrina one day.  \n\\\u003eApparently the animosity was one-sided, as Katja got a kick out of her standing up for you that one day.  \n\\\u003eShe cooled down a bit after your near weekly dates, seeing the progress she's made.  \n\\\u003eThis weekend is a bit different, however.  \n\\\u003eKatja gives you a call on Friday.  \n\\\u003e\"God, that was a long one. I need a night in today.\"  \n\"Am I still invited?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Well, we're not doing anything fun tonight, if that's what you're asking. But feel free anyways.\"  \n\\\u003eYou've got the perfect thing for her right now.  \n\"I'll be over in a bit, I've got to pick something up first.\"\n\n\\\u003eA quick stop at your local grocery store and you've got what you need.  \n\\\u003eYou manage to afford some middle-shelf rum for her too.  \n\\\u003eMaybe you can mix something for her with her ingredients?  \n\\\u003eYou wrap your gifts in a cheap beach towel and run to your car.  \n\\\u003eDon't want to keep her waiting too long.  \n\\\u003eYou hop into your car as it's already starting to get a bit late.  \n\\\u003eYou arrive a little after nine by the time she buzzes you in.  \n\\\u003e\"Come in, come in.\"  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't even turn around as she lazes around on her couch.  \n\\\u003eThankfully she doesn't have a drink already poured for herself, and it doesn't seem she finished one already.  \n\"Want me to mix you a drink?\"  \n\\\u003e\"That sounds great.\"  \n\\\u003ePulling out your phone, you realize that you have no idea what kind of cocktail to make.  \n\\\u003eYou're no bartender, so you haven't memorized any rum drinks.  \n\\\u003eAt least you made the right decision to buy a light one.  \n\\\u003eMixing some juices in a shaker, you pour a rum punch over ice.  \n\\\u003eYou hand her the drink as she sits up.  \n\\\u003eShe takes a sip.  \n\\\u003e\"Well, you tried. Don't quit your day job.\"  \n\\\u003eContrary to her statement, she still keeps drinking it.  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a side-eye as you lay the towel down.  \n\\\u003e\"What's that you got there?\"  \n\"I was thinking that you must be pretty tired, so I got some massage oil.\"  \n\\\u003eShe starts to pull of her clothes.  \n\\\u003e\"I've trained you better than I thought. I guess I'm just that irresistable.\"  \n\\\u003eSetting her head in her crossed arms, she lays on her stomach.  \n\\\u003e\"Start with the back.\"  \n\\\u003eYou lather your hands with some oil, the warmth of your hands releasing the aroma.  \n\\\u003e\"Coconut?\"  \n\"I wanted to go with a tropical theme...\"  \n\\\u003eyou say, now a little embarassed.  \n\\\u003e\"Fun choice. I was just in MIA. The airport leaves a lot to be desired, but I like the city.\"  \n\\\u003eLuckily she decided not to make fun of you for your tacky choice.\n\n\"Yeah, I remembered you mentioning that earlier.\"  \n\\\u003eyou say, starting to straddle her back.  \n\\\u003eRunning your hands up her back, you see her fur start to bristle.  \n\\\u003e\"Woah, go with my coat, not against it. Feels kind of weird.\"  \n\\\u003eYou bring your hands up to her neck and start digging your thumbs into it.  \n\\\u003e\"Ahh, that's better. I'll make a masseuse out of you yet.\"  \n\\\u003eHer muscles really are tense.  \n\\\u003eAfter loosening her neck up, you move to her shoulders.  \n\\\u003eRolling the flesh of her shoulders, she releases some contented moans through her closed mouth.  \n\\\u003eYou start to trail your hands down to her shoulderblades and you can feel the hardness of her muscles.  \n\\\u003eShe's deceptively strong underneath her clothes.  \n\\\u003eThe oil starts to dry on your hands so you apply another splash to your hands.  \n\\\u003eAs you look down, you notice the sides of her chest spill out underneath her from the weight.  \n\\\u003eIt's a bit stimulating but you try your best to hold back your excitement.  \n\\\u003e\"You're doing good. Are you sure this is your first time?\"  \n\\\u003eshe teases.  \n\\\u003eYour fingertips graze her breasts as you make your way downwards.  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't pay it much mind, but you have to hold your breath to calm down.  \n\\\u003eMoving a bit more quickly, you squeeze around her spine.  \n\\\u003eYour hands hook around her waist before you reach her rear.  \n\\\u003e\"My butt's sore. Really get your hands in there.\"  \n\\\u003eYou cup each cheek, sliding your thumbs into her crack.  \n\\\u003eThe globes of flesh are firm as you lightly part them with your fingers.  \n\\\u003e\"Easy there, I didn't ask for a happy ending.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hover your lower body above her so that she won't notice your hardness.  \n\\\u003eYou massage her ass until she's satisfied.  \n\\\u003eYou aren't, but you'd be here for hours just worshipping her.  \n\\\u003eHer thighs are thicker than they look, the light layer of fat hiding muscles as thick as tree trunks.\n\n\\\u003eShe sighs as you massage them.  \n\\\u003eFeeling your hands sink into them is an experience you definitely want to repeat.  \n\\\u003eSadly, you have to make your way down to her calves as soon as you knead her thighs into putty.  \n\\\u003eYou finally reach her paws and you get to see her pink pawpads as you push your thumbs into each one.  \n\\\u003eYou sink your thumbs into the middle of them, the thicker fur tickling them.  \n\\\u003eIt's really satisfying to poke at her soft pawpads, but eventually you finish.  \n\\\u003e\"Good job. We'll do the front next.\"  \n\\\u003eYou gulp as she'll be looking right at your now.  \n\\\u003eShe flips over, now eyeing your erection.  \n\\\u003e\"You might be enjoying this more than me. You're not done yet, though.\"  \n\\\u003eStarting with her breasts, you oil them up and lightly grip them as you run your fingers through her fur.  \n\\\u003eHer pink nipples stiffen up a bit, but she still keeps her composure.  \n\\\u003e\"Having fun there? You can't just massage them all day, you know.\"  \n\\\u003eYou reluctantly work your way to her stomach, feeling her abs flex against you.  \n\\\u003eYou don't spend much time on them as you start kneading the front of her thighs, spending a few minutes until she stops you.  \n\\\u003e\"That's good. Mix me up another drink, will you? Just try pineapple juice this time.\"  \n\\\u003eAfter washing your hands in the kitchen sink, you make her drink a little stronger this time.  \n\\\u003e\"Better than the first one. Thanks.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes a long drink, seemingly satisfied.  \n\"Anytime.\"  \n\\\u003eYou take a seat next to her.  \n\\\u003e\"Good job. I could do this every day.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's time for you to be brave.  \n\"Well...\"  \n\\\u003eyou start.  \n\\\u003eIs it too soon?  \n\\\u003eIt's only been a couple of months.  \n\"I-I could do something like this every day. If I was here, that is.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're sweating as you continue.  \n\"My lease ends pretty soon.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Hmmm.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's quiet for excruciating seconds as you await her answer.\n\n\\\u003ePutting her arms behind her head, she finally responds.  \n\\\u003e\"It is kind of a pain having to travel back and forth. That neighborhood's no good for you either. I guess I can keep you around for now.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's not exactly the way you wanted it worded, but you're happy nonetheless.  \n\\\u003eLooks like you'll have to start packing soon.\n\n### [Chapter 17](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/114948265)\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e Sorry for the delay, I got the flu.\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003e\"You're moving in!?\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina asks incredulously.  \n\\\u003eYou do agree a bit, it is kind of soon.  \n\\\u003e\"It's barely been half a year. I waited four years for Dave to graduate college.\"  \n\"That's a bit different though.\"  \n\\\u003eYou and Sabrina are at a bar outside the airport in a rare occurence.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm suprised she asked you to move in that soon, with the way you talk about her.\"  \n\"It actually was me that asked.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Wow, I never would have thought you had it in you. You really might snag her at this rate.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's a bit optimistic, but the idea has crossed your mind.  \n\\\u003e\"So that's why you treated me to drinks this time. It's to celebrate a new milestone. I feel I should be the one buying!\"  \n\\\u003eYou have to break the bad news to her.  \n\"The thing is...\"  \n\\\u003eYou take a gulp of beer.  \n\"Can I ask you a favor?\"  \n\\\u003eShe gets a suspicious look on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah?\"  \n\"You're pretty strong and stuff. I need help moving.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's the worst part of a friendship.  \n\\\u003eAll you can offer is the obligatory six-pack.  \n\\\u003e\"Ugh. You know I can't say no. At least you buttered me up a bit.\"  \n\"It's mostly some boxes. Furnished apartment and all. I know you two have a pretty big SUV.\"  \n\\\u003eSabrina sighs a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll help you on our next day off. You owe me gas money, too.\"  \n\\\u003eYou assure her that you can do that.  \n\\\u003eWhen you get back home, you start putting your few possessions into cardboard boxes.  \n\\\u003eIt's mostly clothes, and a few boxes of books and DVDs.  \n\\\u003eYou could never afford most electronics, even though you did like the occasional video game every once in a while.  \n\\\u003eEverything is packed over the next few days as you wait for the move.  \n\\\u003eShe shows up once the weekend rolls around.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's get this over with.\"  \n\\\u003eYou manage to fit everything in the two vehicles.  \n\\\u003eAvoiding a second or third trip is a big relief.  \n\\\u003eYou would have gotten Katja to help, but her sedan isn't very big either.\n\n\\\u003eShe also has a flight, so she's out of town.  \n\\\u003eSabrina and you arrive at her penthouse and get everything into the elevator in just a few trips.  \n\\\u003eHaving a key for the condo makes you smile.  \n\\\u003eIt signifies new progress in your relationship.  \n\\\u003eYou never really told her that you were moving in today, hopefully she'll find it to be a nice suprise.  \n\\\u003eSabrina looks around the room, releasing a whistle.  \n\\\u003e\"Wow, now this is a nice place. I can see why you moved in now.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's poking fun at you.  \n\"You know that's not why I moved in. Help me get everything unpacked.\"  \n\\\u003eShe obliges, stacking books into a bookshelf while you hang up your clothes.  \n\\\u003eYou flatten all the cardboard boxes after finishing.  \n\"Thanks for the help. Beer?\"  \n\\\u003eYou bought her favorite stuff, some craft IPA that's so bitter that you have to keep yourself from puckering up your face.  \n\\\u003eIt's interesting that she likes it so much.  \n\\\u003eIt must be a feline thing considering the cat on the bottle.  \n\\\u003ePassing one to her, you beckon her to sit down on the couch with you.  \n\\\u003e\"Ooh, the good stuff. Thanks Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eYou sit down, sipping on something a little more palatable.  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like you're going to be a house husband now. I can't say I'm too jealous of Katja. I've never seen you cook a thing in your life.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Your mac n' cheese that you brought to the last barbeque was boxed.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's really getting a kick out of teasing you today.  \n\"Our job just keeps me a little too busy to cook anything but bachelorette food. Dad never really was a good cook either. All he'd cook was frozen salisbury steaks and such.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I'll get Dave to give you some pointers the next time you're around. I'm sure she'd appreciate it.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja is the traditional type, but hopefully she doesn't expect too much of you.  \n\\\u003eShe's probably been living on take-out her whole adult life.\n\n\\\u003e\"Your apartment was as tidy as it could be though. At least you're useful for something.\"  \n\"It's easy to keep it clean when you live in what's essentially a walk-in closet.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Seriously though, don't let her push you around too much. My husband is busy enough with his job so we end up splitting the chores.\"  \n\"I'm sure it'll be fine.\"  \n\\\u003eShe finishes her drink and gets up.  \n\\\u003e\"Speaking of that, I think I'll get going. There's a pay-per-view fight on later.\"  \n\\\u003eYou thank her for her help today and pass her the rest of the beers.  \n\\\u003eNow alone in the house, you decide to look around her kitchen.  \n\\\u003eIt's pretty much bare excluding the bar.  \n\\\u003eThere's pretty much only condiments and a simple rack of spices.  \n\\\u003eKatja would probably appreciate a home cooked meal for once.  \n\\\u003eLuckily you know when she'll be back, just in time for dinner.  \n\\\u003eYou pull up a recipe on your phone before heading out to a grocery store.  \n\\\u003eSpaghetti and meatballs, a classic.  \n\\\u003eYou've only used jarred sauce before.  \n\\\u003eYou grab some cans of tomatoes and ground beef along with the other ingredients.  \n\\\u003eWhen you arrive home, you start making some sauce.  \n\\\u003eApparently letting it simmer for a long time makes it taste better.  \n\\\u003eAfter the meatballs are shaped, you place them on a cookie sheet and stick them in the fridge.  \n\\\u003eThere's not too much to do until she arrives, so you entertain yourself with her TV while the sauce cooks.  \n\\\u003eYou check on it every 30 minutes or so, and you suprise yourself with it's taste.  \n\\\u003eIt's fine dining, but it looks like you might have a knack for cooking when you actually try.  \n\\\u003eAfter a few hours, you see that Katja will return to her home.  \n\\\u003eYou internally correct yourself, realizing it's your home now too.  \n\\\u003eThe front door cracks open just as you plate up the food.  \n\\\u003eShe steps in with a sigh, taking her cap off.  \n\"Welcome back.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's mildly suprised to see you.\n\n\\\u003e\"What the-\"  \n\\\u003e\"I got dinner ready for us. It's my first time making this, but I think it turned out pretty good.\"  \n\\\u003eShe smiles a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"You got sauce on you. I think you'd look better in an apron too.\"  \n\\\u003eShe starts removing her jacket before telling you she'll be back after changing.  \n\\\u003eYou set the plates down on the coffee table in the living room.  \n\\\u003e\"Smells good, but I'll make us our drinks. You still have a lot to learn when it comes to a cocktail.\"  \n\\\u003eShe mixes a very red drink for the two of you.  \n\\\u003e\"Gin, vermouth, and Campari. It's a Negroni, perfect for Italian food.\"  \n\"Thanks. Maybe next time I can try mixing it.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you start eating your food.  \n\\\u003ePartway in, you get a mischievous idea in your head.  \n\\\u003eYou stab your fork into a meatball before putting it in front of her face.  \n\\\u003eShe's confused for a minute before she realizes that you're feeding it to her.  \n\\\u003eShe swallows it and chuckles lightly.  \n\\\u003e\"What's next, sharing the same strand of spaghetti?\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes a drink.  \n\\\u003e\"You're cute, but I think I can feed myself.\"  \n\\\u003eLooks like you succeeded in flustering her a bit.  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the meal is peppered with small talk, asking her how her day went.  \n\\\u003eAfter finishing, you gather the dishes and take a seat next to her again.  \n\\\u003eShe finishes her drink but leaves the glass empty.  \n\\\u003e\"Come here.\"  \n\\\u003eShe lays you down on your back, your head in her lap.  \n\\\u003eIt seems like it's taking less and less alcohol for her to show her affection.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you just lay there for a bit as she pets your head.  \n\\\u003e\"So I guess you're spending the night?\"  \n\\\u003eLooks like she hasn't noticed the new additions to the house yet.  \n\"You could say that. I already moved my stuff in.\"  \n\\\u003eShe stops running her hand through your hair.  \n\\\u003e\"That was fast. Couldn't wait to see me. I guess this is what I get for giving you a key.\"\n\n\\\u003eA puff of air exits her nose, but her expression betrays her words.  \n\\\u003e\"Where is your stuff, anyways?\"  \n\"It's already unpacked. I didn't have a lot to bring over.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks around the room, finally noticing the scant few additions.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll say. I guess I have to go get you a parking pass now.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's resumed her movements, humming a tune.  \n\\\u003eA bit of time passes before she retires for the night.  \n\\\u003eIt must have been a long day for her.  \n\\\u003eYou're not too tired, so you get the dishes cleaned up before joining her.  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to leave her in bed alone too long.  \n\\\u003eShe's not quite asleep when you lay down on the bed, but she's definitely relaxed.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you closer against her body.  \n\\\u003eOf course she ends up being the big spoon.  \n\\\u003eHer soft fur is calming when she hooks her chin over your head.  \n\\\u003eLight breaths tickle at your hair as you start to drift off as well.  \n\\\u003eYou awake before her the next day.  \n\\\u003eShe stirs a bit as you pull away from her.  \n\\\u003eHopefully she'll be awake soon, as you're getting hungry.  \n\\\u003eYou make some coffee, planning to make breakfast for both of you.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like you're the one who's spoiling her this time.  \n\\\u003eFrom her reaction last night, it looks like she's not expecting too much from you.  \n\\\u003eShe exits the bedroom with a yawn as you enjoy the coffee while watching the morning news.  \n\\\u003eWordlessly, she pours herself a mug too before sitting next to you.  \n\"You want some breakfast?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Sounds nice. Are we eating out, or...\"  \n\\\u003eShe sounds pretty hopeful that you'll cook for her again.  \n\"I hope you're okay with scrambled eggs.\"  \n\\\u003eLuckily you picked up the bare necessities for a normal breakfast.  \n\\\u003eShe gets behind you while you're frying up everything.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmmn. We really have to get you that apron.\"  \n\\\u003eshe says while stroking your lower back.  \n\\\u003eIt sounds like she has a mild fetish.  \n\"Maybe we can grab one next time we're out.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe next few months pass in much of the same manner.  \n\\\u003eSome time in, Katja convinced you to quit your job to live in her place full-time.  \n\\\u003eEven with that, she doesn't really ask anything of you.  \n\\\u003eIt seems she just appreciates having you around whenever she gets back.  \n\\\u003eYou do take your time to cook for her just to show your appreciation.  \n\\\u003eWork did keep you from her days off pretty frequently.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like you loved your job, so it wasn't too hard to leave.  \n\\\u003eSabrina was your only close friend, but you manage to see her pretty frequently.  \n\\\u003eShe was sad to see you go, but everyone managed to chip in for a party at lunch.  \n\\\u003eOf course there was a seeing off after your shift at the bar.  \n\\\u003eA few weeks later, you get a call from your parents.  \n\\\u003eIt's been a while since you called them.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, it's dad. You need to call more often. I worry about you.\"  \n\\\u003eHopefully he skips the lecture.  \n\"Sorry dad, I've been busy.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's not entirely the truth, but things like this slip your mind sometimes.  \n\\\u003e\"Was it your job? You work yourself a little too hard for a boy.\"  \n\\\u003eYou'd feel guilty if you dodged the question.  \n\"I actually quit my job.\"  \n\\\u003e\"What are you doing for work now?\"  \n\\\u003eThis is going to be a little difficult to tell your overprotective parents.  \n\"I uh...\"  \n\\\u003eYour dad remains silent waiting for you to answer.  \n\"It's not so much a job.\"  \n\\\u003eThat set off some alarm bells for him.  \n\\\u003e\"You're not involved in anything bad, are you? I knew things downtown would be too dangerous for you.\"  \n\"No, no, it's nothing like that. I just found a lady that I moved in with.\"  \n\\\u003eHe's still a bit suspicious.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon...\"  \n\"She's really nice, I swear.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Why didn't you tell us that you were dating someone? For how long now?\"  \n\\\u003eNow's your turn to feel guilty.  \n\"Maybe nine or so months...\"  \n\\\u003eYou can feel his shock even without seeing him.\n\n\\\u003eYou still don't want to bring it up beause you're not really sure what your relationship with Katja is.  \n\\\u003eAnytime you've ever brought up what your relationship is, or what the future holds, she brushes it off.  \n\\\u003eShe gets a little more aggressive in your sexual encounters for a bit afterwards too.  \n\\\u003eShe always was rough with you, but it's a bit more intense when you bring it up.  \n\\\u003eIt's not too much or anything out of line, but you can tell she's releasing her frustration.  \n\\\u003eYour father calls out to your mom.  \n\\\u003eHere we go.  \n\\\u003e\"Honey! Anon's got a girlfriend!\"  \n\\\u003eYou can hear her approaching.  \n\\\u003e\"Put him on speakerphone.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's muffled through the phone but you can hear her clearly.  \n\\\u003eYour dad is bad enough, but your mom is the one who's really protective.  \n\\\u003eYou are the only son she has.  \n\\\u003e\"What's this I hear about you having a girlfriend? Tell us about her.\"  \n\"So I met this girl at work. She's one of the pilots.\"  \n\\\u003eYour dad whistles.  \n\\\u003e\"How'd you manage that, son?\"  \n\\\u003e\"I don't care what she does, she better be treating you right.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's kind of hard to say she's treating you like a good partner, but you definitely aren't wanting for anything.  \n\"We're fine.\"  \n\\\u003eYour father chimes in.  \n\\\u003e\"So when are we going to meet her? You should bring her over soon.\"  \n\\\u003eNow that's going to be a difficult order.  \n\"She's really busy with flying and all that. I'll let you know.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Bring her over for dinner next week! I'm sure you can make something work.\"  \n\\\u003eThey will not take no for an answer.  \n\"Sure thing. I'll talk to her about it...\"  \n\\\u003eYou trail off a bit.  \n\"Well, I'll let you guys know. Got to go. Love you guys!\"  \n\\\u003eYou cut the conversation short.  \n\\\u003e\"We love you too, bye.\"  \n\\\u003eYour dad forgets to hang up and your hear your mom grumbling.  \n\\\u003e\"She's taking advantage of Anon just because she's rich.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to hear any more so you hang up the phone.\n\n\\\u003e\"Who was that?\"  \n\\\u003eKatja didn't seem to be paying too much attention to your conversation, just enjoying some music.  \n\\\u003eShe's sipping away at a drink and smoking a cigar.  \n\"My parents. They want to meet you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe maintains a neutral expression.  \n\\\u003e\"What for?\"  \n\"I told them I was living with you. They want to see us next week.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja releases a drawn out sigh.  \n\\\u003e\"Just go without me then. Tell them I'm busy.\"  \n\"They want to see you, like I said. I told them you'd come.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's getting a little more frustrated.  \n\\\u003e\"Why'd you have to drag me into this?\"  \n\"You know how parents are. It's not like I could tell them I'm being kept as your pet.\"  \n\\\u003eShe looks a little hurt by that.  \n\\\u003e\"I guess I have no choice but to play along then. Don't expect too much out of me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou've been able to see through her words for a while now.  \n\\\u003eYou're just glad it wasn't an outright rejection.  \n\"So next Friday then?\"  \n\\\u003eShe flips through a little pocket scheduler and crosses something out.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, got it.\"  \n\\\u003eShe then resumes her smoking and drinking.  \n\\\u003eSipping at her liquor, she makes a face like it soured.  \n\\\u003eShe acts a little more distant the rest of the week.  \n\\\u003eThe day finally comes however, and she dresses up a little.  \n\\\u003eIt's just a simple button-up with some slacks.  \n\\\u003eYou can count the number of dresses that she owns on one hand.  \n\"Thanks, Katja.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's thanks for both the change of clothing and for her putting out the effort to accompany you.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's get this over with.\"  \n\\\u003eYou see her uncharacteristically nervous as you ride along to the suburbs.  \n\\\u003eIt takes a good hour or so to cross the city.  \n\\\u003eYou let your parents know that you're arriving soon just before you pull into your childhood neighborhood.  \n\\\u003eNormally you'd feel relieved to arrive home, but the mood is already tense by the time you park in the driveway.\n\n\\\u003eYour father is the first one to answer the door.  \n\\\u003e\"Anon! C'mere.\"  \n\\\u003eHe pulls you into a hug.  \n\\\u003eYour mother makes her way around a corner to meet the two of you.  \n\\\u003eShe's an aging black cat.  \n\\\u003eShe tousles your hair roughly.  \n\\\u003eKatja takes notice and does a double take towards you.  \n\\\u003eShe's never going to let you live this down.  \n\\\u003eYou introduce her to your parents.  \n\\\u003eYour mother is the first to bring it up.  \n\\\u003e\"Oh. You're dating a cat, I see. Like father like son, I suppose.\"  \n\\\u003eYou make your way inside with Katja behind you.  \n\\\u003eYour mom slips behind you to put her paw on Katja's shoulder as she slings her arm over her.  \n\\\u003eThe tension is palpable.  \n\\\u003eYour dad beckons everyone to the kitchen where he's got dinner cooking.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like he went all out, buying a rotisserie chicken that he's heating up.  \n\\\u003eThere's a pot full of scalloped potatoes and some steamed broccoli.  \n\\\u003eYour mother leads Katja into the living room while everything cooks and you follow.  \n\\\u003eShe's never been much of a drinker, but hopefully the addition of liquor will grease the encounter.  \n\\\u003e\"So, Katja is it? Have you been well with Anon? He hasn't told us much about you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe swirls her drink as Katja formulates an answer.  \n\\\u003eYou could really use a drink with the headache you're developing.  \n\\\u003eHopefully you can convine your dad to share his Minn's Hard Lemonade.  \n\\\u003eIt's too sweet for you, but he always liked the fruity drinks.  \n\"I'm going to grab a drink as well.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja should be fine without you.  \n\\\u003eWhen you return, you hear the two of them making small talk, mostly about her line of work.  \n\\\u003eA bit of time passes as you sip on your drink, broken by your father calling the group to dinner.  \n\\\u003eEveryone takes their seat at the table, steaming food arranged on plates set before you.  \n\\\u003eThe meal starts mostly silent besides you and Katja thanking your father for the meal.  \n\\\u003eYour dad asks the pressing question.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, how'd you two meet?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's definitely time to omit a lot of details.  \n\"She saw me on the ramp while walking around the plane. We ended up drinking together that night. She even bribed Sabrina to get us alone.\"  \n\\\u003eLuckily you've talked a lot about your friend so they have a good opinion of her.  \n\\\u003eShe's usually a pretty good judge of character even if she doubts herself.  \n\\\u003e\"Aww, that's adorable. It sounds like something your mother would do.\"  \n\\\u003eYou father's been won over at least a little bit.  \n\\\u003eYour mom's a harder nut to crack though.  \n\\\u003e\"Isn't he a bit young for you? I probably only have a 15 or 20 years on you.\"  \n\\\u003eHumans can't tell anthros' age too well, but it's way different if they're the same species.  \n\\\u003eShe's really going on the offensive.  \n\\\u003e\"What can I say, he's just too charming. I don't know how anyone could resist.\"  \n\\\u003e\"So you just think he's handsome. I already knew he is, so tell me what you really like about him.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja's on the chopping block now, so she take's a heavy gulp on her drink.  \n\\\u003e\"He's really kind. He loves to cook for me even though I never ask him to, just to make me happy. He's gotten a lot better on his own.\"  \n\\\u003eIt is the truth, but may not be what your parents would like to hear.  \n\\\u003e\"More than that, he's patient and understanding. I've never met someone like that before. I never even thought anyone could be such a good man.\"  \n\\\u003eYou didn't expect that unrestrained praise from her, so it really feels special for her to actually say it.  \n\\\u003e\"You have a lot of reasons to be proud of him.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd there's the sinker.  \n\\\u003eYour mother's thinking hard for a minute, but seems satisfied.  \n\\\u003e\"You're lucky a guy like him fell in love with you.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja gets a bit quieter.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I am.\"  \n\\\u003eThe rest of dinner is mostly your father asking about her career since he missed that conversation cooking.\n\n\\\u003eHe seemed relieved and satisified that you'd be well taken care of in any situation.  \n\\\u003eDinner ends and everyone retires to the living room to relax after your father puts everyones' dishes in the washer.  \n\\\u003eKatja's made a good impression at this point with your mother.  \n\\\u003eShe's gotten into her history in the military which your mom appreciates.  \n\\\u003eHer older sister that she looked up to joined the service as well, so she might see a bit of her in Katja.  \n\\\u003eYour father decides to chime in with his usual intrusive questions.  \n\\\u003e\"So, are you dating him for marriage?\"  \n\\\u003eYou slide your hand into Katja's, locking fingers with her.  \n\"I think we'd have to wait a bit for that, but I would be happy to.\"  \n\\\u003eKatja takes another drink.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be premature. He deserves the best.\"  \n\\\u003eYour dad takes this really optimistically.  \n\\\u003e\"Oh, you two are too cute! When can we expect grandchildren?\"  \n\\\u003eKatja stiffens up.  \n\\\u003eYou squeeze her hand, running your thumb against her fur to calm her a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"We-we would try our best if we got married.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're the only one who sees the pain on her face as she grips your hand until it turns white.  \n\\\u003eYou pull out your phone and thankfully see that it's almost eleven o' clock.  \n\"Oh! It's gotten a bit late. We wouldn't want to keep you guys up. I think we'll head home for now. We've got a long drive, after all.\"  \n\\\u003eYour father seems a bit sad to see you go, but doesn't seem to question your departure in any sort of way.  \n\\\u003e\"Can you drive? I've had a bit too much.\"  \n\\\u003eYou figured that'd be the case.  \n\\\u003eAs you reverse the car out of the driveway, you see your parents waving as you leave.  \n\"That went well. I really had a good time.\"  \n\\\u003e\"That wasn't bad at all. You have a nice family.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's pretty exhausted after all of this.  \n\"Thanks for this, for real. You didn't have to come out for this, but I'm glad you did.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe just nods.  \n\\\u003eSeeing your opportunity, you decide to push it a bit further.  \n\\\u003e\"Katja, just what are we?\"  \n\\\u003eShe's cornered in the car with no escape.\n\n### [Chapter 18](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/123125074)\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_18_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\\\u003e\"I dunno,\" Katja responds noncommittally.  \n\\\u003eShe's trying to dodge the question, as usual.  \n\\\u003eBut you refuse to let her any longer.  \n\"What do you want it to be?\" you ask.  \n\\\u003eShe says nothing as she presses her cheek against the window, before she gathers her thoughts.  \n\\\u003e\"I want to be happy,\" is all she states. \"And I want you to be, too. I don't think we can have both.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's just a heartbreaking thing to say, because you know that she truly believes it with all of her heart.  \n\"Katja, that isn't true,\" you try to convince her.  \n\\\u003eShe closes her eyes and sighs.  \n\\\u003e\"I've had too much to drink. I'm going to get some sleep,\" she declares.  \n\\\u003eAs emotionally exhausted as she may be, you're not getting a single thing out of her anymore.  \n\\\u003eShe either tries to sleep or pretends to for the rest of the drive.  \n\\\u003eIt's actually late when you get back, even for a night owl like Katja.  \n\\\u003eYou need some sleep as well.  \n\"Katja, are you coming to bed?\" you ask.  \n\\\u003e\"That nap refreshed me a bit,\" she lies. \"I'll be over after a nightcap.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have a feeling her drinking is going to be a bit worse over the next few days.  \n\\\u003eWhen you wake up the next day, it seems she managed to sneak into bed without waking you.  \n\\\u003eYou hope she didn't put down too many, but it's not like you'd be able to tell.  \n\\\u003eShe's chipper when she wakes up, pretending that your conversation last night never even happened.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like you're going anywhere, so you'll give her a little time to digest it.  \n\\\u003eAround lunch, you get an invitation, one you're very familiar with.  \n\\\u003eIt's Sabrina, with yet another barbecue this weekend.  \n\\\u003eYou realize that it's been months since you accepted, being a homebody and housekeeper, spending most of your time with Katja.  \n\\\u003eAlso concerning her is the fact that she's never tagged along, as well.  \n\\\u003eSabrina and her have never actually spent any time together besides a bribe and a rough little spat.\n\n\\\u003eYou'd like for them to get along, and neither of them are the type to hold grudges, so it should be no problem at all.  \n\"Hey Katja, Sabrina's got a barbecue this weekend. We should go together,\" you tell her.  \n\\\u003eShe thinks it over very briefly.  \n\\\u003e\"That's the cheetah that's your friend, right? Alright, sounds fun,\" she replies, to your relief.  \n\\\u003eYou're pretty excited now.  \n\\\u003eThe bad taste left in your mouth from last night has mostly faded from your anticipation.  \n\\\u003eOther than the quality time you'll get to spend with everyone, you're hyped to impress them with your newfound cooking skills.  \n\\\u003eThe day before, you make some side dishes.  \n\\\u003eCreamy coleslaw, still nicely tart, but with some horseradish for a little kick.  \n\\\u003eYou whip together a simple fruit salad, and make some deviled eggs as well.  \n\\\u003eJapanese mayonnaise for some extra sweetness, and extra mustard to make it a bit more tart.  \n\\\u003eThe secret ingredient is bacon bits in the yolk filling to even it out.  \n\\\u003eYou thought you were perfectly prepared, but a text from Sabrina informs you otherwise.  \n\\\u003e\"Bring your swimsuits!!! We bought a pool!\"  \n\\\u003eUnless she bought it and had it built in a day, there's no excuse.  \n\"Hey Katja, apparently it's a pool party now. I need to buy some swimming trunks,\" you inform her.  \n\\\u003eYou'd just wear a pair of basketball shorts if you were still a teen with all your male friends, but this is different.  \n\\\u003e\"I could use something new, too,\" she agrees.  \n\\\u003eWith that said, the two of you go to the same department store from your first \"date\" all those months ago.  \n\\\u003eThe same employee seems to be working there, and he's avoiding eye contact.  \n\\\u003eThat's honestly a relief, you'd be pretty embarrassed if he put on the customer service façade and acted all friendly.  \n\\\u003e\"Try these on, Anon!\" Katja urges.  \n\\\u003eIt's a pair of speedos.  \n\"Katja, come on...\" you reply.  \n\\\u003eShe pushes them into your arms, and you have to oblige.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't barge in to assault you, but stripping down does bring back some memories.  \n\\\u003eThey're uncomfortably small, and you're rocking a chub, so you beckon her over.  \n\\\u003e\"Hmm, not bad. I think I could go with this,\" she hums.  \n\"I'm not wearing this,\" you tell her.  \n\\\u003e\"What about the other one?\" she asks.  \n\\\u003eFor some reason, there's an honest to god mankini à la Borat in this department store.  \n\\\u003eYou refuse to try it on.  \n\\\u003eShe allows you to get a normal pair of swimming trunks, with the caveat that she gets to pick the design.  \n\\\u003eThe backdrop is tacky flames, but there's a cute pattern overlaid on top of it.  \n\\\u003eIt's kitty cat skulls with sharp teeth and pointed ears.  \n\\\u003eWho makes these things?  \n\\\u003eYou wonder if the child who made this in some Pakistani factory thinks this is what American culture is.  \n\\\u003eNow that you've gotten your \"stylish\" clothes for the party, it seems it's Katja's turn now.  \n\\\u003eEverything she picks out is one-pieces, surprisingly.  \n\\\u003eShe's not shy about her body, so it's strange to say the least.  \n\\\u003eShe tries on a few of them and gives you a spin, all of them looking great.  \n\\\u003eAll while she's doing this, you pick out a few racy bikinis for a bit of revenge.  \n\\\u003eShe has no problem trying them on, no matter how much of her flesh spills out.  \n\\\u003e\"Hmm. Looks like I've gained some weight. Good thing it goes to all the right places,\" she notes.  \n\\\u003eIt's no lie.  \n\\\u003eNow that she mentions it, there's been a barely appreciable increase in softness to her thighs, tits, and backside.  \n\\\u003eAll of them are still beautiful and unmarred by cellulite.  \n\\\u003eNow you're excited to see the rest of her.  \n\"C'mon, let me see the rest. I want to see it from the back,\" you ask.  \n\\\u003eShe places her hands at the small of her back in a lazy parade rest, and does a reluctant spin.  \n\\\u003eNow you know why she doesn't want to wear a two-piece.  \n\\\u003eHer hands try, and fail to cover the heart-shaped birthmark in her fur.\n\n\"Katja, it looks good on you. No one will say a thing, I promise,\" you assure her.  \n\\\u003eYou hastily punch out a text to Sabrina letting her know not to say a SINGLE thing about it.  \n\\\u003eKatja grumbles something unintelligible.  \n\"Please?\" you beg. \"All the other girls will look like chumps in comparison.\"  \n\\\u003e\"I guess you're right. I'll get this one,\" she says.  \n\\\u003eInflating her ego always works.  \n\\\u003eIt really does look great on her.  \n\\\u003eThe pink isn't her usual color, but it matches with her nose and cute paw pads.  \n\\\u003eIt's not too revealing, securely wrapping around her with just the slightest amount of underboob visible.  \n\\\u003eThe faux bow tie in the front is a cute touch, too.  \n\\\u003eThe bottoms are a separate matter.  \n\\\u003eHer ass practically devours them, and instead of the regular tie that goes over the top of her tail, it's a low cut.  \n\\\u003eAs great as it looks, it's going to be distracting.  \n\\\u003ePopping a stiffy in front of Dave and Sabrina sounds mortifying.  \n\\\u003eIt's too late to change your mind now, so the both of you check out.  \n\\\u003eThe next day, you pack up all your vittles along with some swimming supplies.  \n\\\u003eFor some reason, Katja is insistent on wearing the swimwear the whole drive to Sabrina's place.  \n\\\u003eEvery little bump in the road causes a little tantalizing jiggle, and she gives you a smug side eye even though you try to ignore it.  \n\\\u003eSabrina and Dave's house isn't too far, and you manage to park on the street a little further than you would have liked.  \n\\\u003eIt seems this is one of the bigger parties that she decided to throw.  \n\\\u003eThe both of you grab your things, and it's an absolute mess of cheetahs and other felines.  \n\\\u003eIt's mostly family, but you spot some other girls from the ramp and some neighbors.  \n\\\u003eYou get along with Sabrina's family well, but then you spot THEM.  \n\\\u003eIt's your nemeses, the twins.  \n\\\u003e\"Are those the ones?\" Katja whispers to you.  \n\\\u003eYou nod your head, and Katja pulls you into her side, almost enough to make you trip.\n\n\\\u003eAs the two of you walk up to greet Sabrina and her husband, you can see the both of them absolutely seething, grinding their teeth in synchronized timing that only twins can manage.  \n\\\u003e\"Sabrina, thanks for inviting us over. Anon's been talking up this barbecue, so I'm looking forward to it,\" Katja says.  \n\\\u003e\"Of course I had to invite our little Anon's beau! I think you'll have fun here today,\" she chirps back.  \n\\\u003eYou inform them that you're going to go say hi to Dave, and other than a quip about \"men,\" they continue their good natured chat.  \n\\\u003eDave is grill-tending as usual, although he's manning both a charcoal grill and a bullet smoker at the same time.  \n\\\u003eThere's still ashes and scrap newspaper laying around the charcoal chimney that he used to light the grills, and a large bag of lump charcoal.  \n\\\u003eHe tosses some wood chips into a cast iron skillet sitting on top of the charcoal.  \n\\\u003e\"Pecan tree wood is the best, I tell you,\" Dave says.  \n\"I wouldn't know about that, Dave, but I trust you. What are you doing for the sauce? You know I like Carolina gold the best,\" you comment.  \n\\\u003e\"So naïve, Anon. You take the best of every sauce and start there,\" he says as he hands you a plastic spoon to sample one of his sauces.  \n\\\u003eIt's really damn good.  \n\\\u003e\"I started with tomato sauce and mashed cherries. Pitting them is such a pain in the ass. Then you add some stone-ground mustard, and the tiniest pinch of Colman's,\" he says sagely.  \n\"All from scratch, huh?\" you note.  \n\\\u003e\"The other one's a pineapple bourbon sauce. It's like that TGI Friday's sauce, but way better. Good on the chicken,\" he says.  \n\\\u003eYou continue chatting with him, always enjoying his down-to-earth attitude.  \n\\\u003eIt's definitely not man-to-man talk, since he can't sympathize with being a house-husband in any way.  \n\\\u003eIt's still valuable in its own right, however.  \n\\\u003eAfter a bit, you excuse yourself to grab a drink, and come across Katja and Sabrina still talking.\n\n\\\u003eIt's not at all aggressive or anything, but it seems to be serious.  \n\\\u003eYou start to make your way to the two and catch the final part of the conversation.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm not just playing around with him, I promise...\" Katja says with some unreadable expression.  \n\\\u003eSabrina notices the strange look on her face but says nothing, then notices you, her face lighting up.  \n\\\u003e\"Let's go hop in the pool!\" she says while ushering you along.  \n\\\u003eKatja goes ahead of her, and you hear Sabrina sputter as she notices the pattern on her fur.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like Sabrina and Dave sprung for a rather large above-ground pool, although it's still a bit more crowded than you'd like.  \n\\\u003eSome of the younger members are splashing around.  \n\\\u003eKatja is an expert swimmer, as expected, and while Sabrina extols the virtues of swimming for exercise, her form leaves a lot to be desired.  \n\\\u003eYou have a sneaking suspicion that she can only doggy paddle.  \n\\\u003eEventually the food is done, and everyone spends their time standing around and eating, and Katja's an absolute mess.  \n\\\u003eBBQ sauce and her snow-white fur do not mix well, but it's kind of cute.  \n\\\u003eIt winds down after a few hours, and it seems Katja is socializing well with everyone.  \n\\\u003eThis time, she made a good impression on Sabrina, even with that weird exchange, and Dave seemed to like her as well.  \n\\\u003eYou get back and it seems she's in a great mood from showing you off to some of the other girls.  \n\\\u003eThat was the first of many barbecues that she attended with you.  \n\\\u003eYou even started doing casual little double-dates with the two of them, with Katja and Sabrina genuinely enjoying each other's company.  \n\\\u003eThe months pass by, and it's been a while that you and Katja have been an item.  \n\\\u003eYou invite Dave and Sabrina out, specifically excluding Katja this time.  \n\\\u003eThis is going to be a serious conversation.  \n\\\u003eThe three of you are at your favorite watering hole, nursing some drinks and greasy bar appetizers.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why didn't you bring Katja along?\" asks Dave.  \n\"Well, it's about her...\" you reply.  \n\\\u003eBoth of them get a look of concern on their faces.  \n\\\u003e\"Did something happen?\" Sabrina asks worriedly.  \n\"More like NOTHING'S happening. It's been over half a year since I moved in and nothing has progressed since then. She just avoids the subject,\" you explain.  \n\\\u003e\"We've noticed. But what does that have to do with anything?\" Dave says.  \n\"So, it's just a week or two until our anniversary, right? We have a nice dinner planned and everything, too,\" you say as they wait for you to continue.  \n\\\u003eWith how nerve wracking it is to explain to your friends, you're starting to get nervous.  \n\"It's pretty unconventional for a guy, but I, uh,\" you stammer.  \n\"I got a ring for her...\" you say bashfully.  \n\\\u003eSabrina chokes on her drink and Dave has to pat her back for her.  \n\\\u003e\"Holy shit, Anon!\" Sabrina exclaims.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll say. What prompted this?\" Dave asks as the calmer of the two.  \n\"Well, even you guys can tell that she's terrified of commitment, but there's a good reason for that,\" you say.  \n\\\u003eThat last part was a revelation for them, but they don't pry into it.  \n\\\u003e\"If I waited for her to propose, I'd be a dry old skeleton by the time she'd get around to it. Dusty old bones, full of green dust,\" you joke.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, that's probably true,\" Sabrina notes.  \n\\\u003e\"Do you think it'll work, though? I mean, it took Sabrina three times to learn that yes, I did actually want to graduate college before getting married. I never even said I didn't want to get married!\" Dave says, still exasperated to this day.  \n\\\u003eSabrina elbows him.  \n\\\u003e\"It worked, didn't it?\" she says, completely oblivious.  \n\\\u003e\"Of course, honey...\" he replies sarcastically.  \n\"I sure hope it does,\" you say, unsure.  \n\\\u003e\"We support you no matter what! I'll make sure my hubby here will throw you a bachelor party that doesn't suck!\" Sabrina declares.  \n\"Don't get too ahead of yourselves,\" you remind them.\n\n\\\u003e\"You can do it, Anon,\" Dave assures you with a firm hand on your shoulder.  \n\\\u003eThe support is nice, but your anxieties can't be quelled.  \n\\\u003eIt could go so terribly wrong.  \n\\\u003eThe night eventually arrives, and the both of you are dressed to the nines.  \n\\\u003eShe's in a sleek black cocktail dress, stylish heels, and some simple studs on her ears.  \n\\\u003eYou're just wearing a button-up, but you've got the jewelry box inside your slacks.  \n\\\u003eSomehow you manage to push the inevitable to the back of your mind and enjoy the dinner.  \n\\\u003eShe's moderated herself to just a few glasses of wine, but you've imbibed a bit more due to the anticipation.  \n\\\u003eShe seems really distracted for some reason.  \n\\\u003eThere's absolutely no way that she knows, but it unsettles you.  \n\\\u003eThe mood lightens a bit when dessert arrives, a panna cotta that the two of you share.  \n\\\u003eYou take a spoonful of it and feed it to her, causing her to giggle.  \n\\\u003eAfter the two of you finish, you just spend a bit of time gazing at each other as you sip on your drinks.  \n\\\u003e\"A whole year, now...\" she comments.  \n\"Yeah. It's been great, hasn't it?\" you say as your grip on the ring grows tighter.  \n\\\u003eShe stays silent and looks out the window, her eyes settling on the horizon.\n\n\\\u003e\"I think we should see other people.\"\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e God dammit Katja.\n\u003e \n\u003e Wow, it's not dead! I had a fukken BRAIN BLAST and finally remembered where the hell I was going with this. That month-long or so break I took from writing was from a friend passing away, and by the time I got back to the keyboard, I lost my momentum. I also thought it was going to be tacky to add a time skip in there, but I already have, and it didn't really affect my other stories that much, so I said fuck it. We have one, possibly two chapters left if I don't pack the epilogue into it as well. There will be a joke chapter after the end, as well. I hope I can get it out soon, it has been coming slowly since I've been burning up with a fever for days now.\n\n### [Chapter 19](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/123350653): Epilogue\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_19_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\n\"What?\" you ask.  \n\\\u003eYou can't believe this.  \n\"How even- did any of this mean anything to you? You just got bored of me?\" you angrily hiss at her.  \n\\\u003eShe gets a hurt look on her face.  \n\\\u003e\"No, no, nothing like that. I mean that you should see someone else. Someone better than me,\" she replies.  \n\\\u003eYou are stunned silent, still barely comprehending what she's saying.  \n\\\u003e\"I think I'm getting a little too old to be playing around with boys anymore. Being single isn't too bad. I'm going to spend some time doing what I've always wanted to do. I think I'll trade in the Cessna for something a little more substantial,\" she explains.  \n\"Katja...\" you manage to say.  \n\\\u003e\"A little sabbatical sounds nice, flying to every state. I've never been to First Flight Airport, believe it or not. You can stay at the condo while I'm doing that, of course. I'll probably be off exploring for a year or so,\" she continues.  \n\"Katja,\" you say more firmly.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sure they'd love to have you back on the ramp. I'm sure all the girls miss you a lot. Maybe you'll find a nice girl out there. Well, maybe not the ramp, but you will somewhere,\" she tries to joke.  \n\\\u003eShe hasn't been able to look at you the whole time that she's been rambling on.  \n\"I don't want that, Katja,\" you declare.  \n\\\u003eShe gets irritated and actually turns to look at you.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm TRYING to get you to do what's best for you. Go find someone to love you the right way,\" she orders.  \n\\\u003eShe's so goddamn selfish, forcing you into this because of her insecurities.  \n\\\u003eShe thinks that you'll just do whatever she says, like some obedient child.  \n\"No,\" you say.  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't say anything, but glares at you.  \n\"I'm not just going to bend over backwards and do what you say. Not today,\" you argue.  \n\\\u003eYou're irrational right now, and angry.  \n\\\u003eYou grab the ring box in your hand, and stand up, slamming it on the table.\n\n\\\u003eEveryone else in the restaurant who were previously absorbed in their own meals now looks at the two of you, confused.  \n\"Katja, you're going to marry me!\" you demand in what's probably the most pissed off proposal ever.  \n\\\u003eYou're shocked at the words coming out of your mouth.  \n\\\u003eThis is too important for you to stand meekly by, however.  \n\\\u003eThe audience that you've gathered is a mix of confused and preparing to congratulate the two of you.  \n\\\u003eThank god there's not some idiot clapping prematurely.  \n\\\u003eAt this moment, Katja is speechless.  \n\\\u003eShe recoils back at your words, bringing her hands to her chest defensively as her mouth is agape in shock.  \n\\\u003eYour chest is heaving from the adrenaline rushing through you as you stare intensely at her.  \n\\\u003eIt only gets worse as her paws start to ball into fists, and a snarl starts to form on her face.  \n\\\u003eShe looks like she's about to leap across the table and claw your eyes out.  \n\\\u003eStanding up, she pushes the chair away from her, the legs making a grating squeal as they scrape against the floor.  \n\\\u003eJust as abruptly, she spins in place and storms out of the restaurant.  \n\\\u003eWhat a fucking mess.  \n\\\u003eThis is so much worse than any worst-case scenario that you imagined.  \n\\\u003eYou probably ruined everything so far beyond repair.  \n\\\u003eAll you can do is collapse back into your seat.  \n\\\u003eEveryone else attempts to return to their business, but you can hear the hushed whispers.  \n\\\u003eYou don't want their sympathy right now.  \n\\\u003eTo add insult to injury, it seems an anonymous person from another table bought you a drink.  \n\\\u003eYou're not sure if it'll help at all, but you down the strong drink quickly.  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't.  \n\\\u003eIt just tastes sour, and makes you only more bitter.  \n\\\u003eSure, you fucked up half of this night, but where did all of this come from in the first place?  \n\\\u003eHow long has she been planning this?  \n\\\u003eWhat you really wonder is what you should do now, in the immediate moment.  \n\\\u003eChasing her would have probably been a bad idea.\n\n\\\u003eShe probably wouldn't just abandon you and leave you here, you hope.  \n\\\u003eIt's been a good 20 minutes, so maybe it's about time to at least go outside.  \n\\\u003eYou make your way onto the street, and right before you exit, you realize that it's raining very hard.  \n\\\u003eHer car is still parked at the meter, so she's out on foot, somewhere.  \n\\\u003eYou wait another few minutes, and in the distance, you finally see her.  \n\\\u003eShe has some horrible bottom shelf rotgut vodka in one hand, not even in a paper bag.  \n\\\u003eKamchatka? What even is that?  \n\\\u003eIn the same hand, she has a soaked, but somehow still burning cigarette.  \n\\\u003eShe quit smoking those when she left the service.  \n\\\u003eHer other hand is carrying her footwear, one of the heels having snapped off.  \n\\\u003eShe's stumbling around on her bare footpaws, her usually pristine white fur stained with mud.  \n\\\u003eYou can't bring yourself to be openly angry with her anymore, so you walk up to her to try and support her.  \n\\\u003eShe looks like a disaster, her eyes red and puffy, and her light makeup still running down her face.  \n\\\u003eWhen you get close, she lightly pushes you away from her with her full hands.  \n\\\u003e\"Get offa me!\" she growls.  \n\"Katja...\" is all you can say in response.  \n\\\u003e\"I can't FUCK-FUCKIN believe you,\" she groans.  \n\\\u003eYou let her vent a bit.  \n\\\u003e\"How could you do this to mee-eee...\" she cries.  \n\\\u003eYou never wanted to hurt her, especially when she does it to herself already.  \n\\\u003eYou wrap your arms around her, and she lets you this time, and she starts openly sobbing.  \n\"Hey, hey, it's okay,\" you shush her.  \n\\\u003e\"No it's not,\" she argues.  \n\\\u003eYou rub her on the back.  \n\"You know why I'm doing this, don't you? It's because I love you,\" you assure her.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't say that, I'm horrible,\" she says, continuing to disparage herself.  \n\"I don't think so. My friends and family don't either. Don't try to tell me that we're all wrong,\" you scold her lightly.  \n\\\u003eShe changes the subject.\n\n\\\u003e\"I just can't do this again, Anon. I couldn't take it,\" she says between hiccups.  \n\"We're not doing anything again. We'll start a happy life together, for the first time,\" you assert.  \n\\\u003eYou're slowly convincing her, but everytime you make some progress, she just brings up another reason that she feels makes her inadequate.  \n\\\u003eShe finally brings up her greatest insecurity.  \n\\\u003e\"But we can't ever have a family...\" she says softly.  \n\\\u003eYou were prepared to confront this for a long time.  \n\"We already have a family with all the lovely people we know. And there are a lot of kids out there that need a mom like you,\" you tell her.  \n\\\u003eIt seems you've finally gotten through to her as she finally stops arguing.  \n\\\u003e\"...mmm,\" she hums into you unconfidently.  \n\\\u003eYou hold her for a few minutes in silence as she starts to compose herself again.  \n\\\u003eThroughout all of this, the fact that she reeks of rubbing alcohol from the hooch finally starts to get to you.  \n\"Let's get rid of that horrible vodka. You're not a hobo, you know,\" you joke.  \n\\\u003eEven with the tears running down her face you get a laugh out of her, and it gets summarily deposited in a dumpster.  \n\\\u003eYou walk back to the sidewalk in front of the restaurant with your fingers intertwined.  \n\\\u003e\"Excuse me, sir. You, uh, forgot this,\" a man says.  \n\\\u003eIt's your waiter from earlier, staying dry thanks to an umbrella as he hands you the ring from earlier.  \n\\\u003e\"Gimme that,\" Katja says as she snatches the box out of your hand.  \n\"Hey, aren't I supposed to put that on you?\" you say, confused.  \n\\\u003e\"I'M putting it on. Because I want to wear it,\" she declares.  \n\\\u003eThe waiter excuses himself, and Katja pulls you into a tender kiss.  \n\\\u003eShe's rather quiet as you drive home.  \n\\\u003eAs \"well\" as that ended, after the absolute mess everything else was, something still seems to be bothering Katja.  \n\\\u003eShe seems mad for some reason, but you can't think of a reason why.  \n\\\u003eMaybe the emotional rollercoaster just put her in a bad mood.\n\n\\\u003eShe's not anywhere near as easy going as you.  \n\\\u003eIt'll be fine as long as she doesn't decide she wants more to drink.  \n\\\u003eIt's concerning how quickly she downed half of a fifth of that poison that is supposedly alcohol.  \n\\\u003eYou're definitely not letting her drink anymore tonight, especially with how good she's been doing the last few months.  \n\\\u003eYou don't pay it much mind, as you'll both feel great tomorrow after sleeping off all that stress.  \n\\\u003eHopefully she avoids a hangover, since she hasn't drank that much in a long time.  \n\\\u003eIt honestly already feels nice to be freshly engaged, even though it hasn't quite set in fully.  \n\\\u003eYou pull into the parking lot and walk a now much more sober Katja into the penthouse.  \n\"I'm going to go get changed,\" you let her know.  \n\\\u003eAs you start stripping down, she enters the room silently.  \n\\\u003eEven though you should just assume that she's getting out of that stuffy dress, the look in her eyes concerns you.  \n\\\u003eShe strips down easily, and you see she was just wearing some sort of stick-on bra, answering how she managed to wear such a low cut on her dress.  \n\\\u003eThe both of you peel all the wet clothes off of your bodies, and as you try to grab some clothes, you find yourself grabbed instead.  \n\\\u003eShe throws you onto the bed aggressively, letting you know what her intentions really were.  \n\\\u003eShe climbs on top of you and pins you down almost instantly.  \n\\\u003eWith a not-so-sultry growl, her claws extend and start to dig into your shoulders.  \n\\\u003eShe dips her head down near to your ear.  \n\\\u003e\"You little bastard. You embarrassed me in front of all those people,\" she growls.  \n\\\u003eNow you understand why she's mad.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like anything else would have worked, however.  \n\"Katja-\" you try to interrupt, perhaps unwisely.  \n\\\u003e\"Shut up. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk,\" she states.  \n\\\u003eThis is far from a hate-fuck, but there's a lot of frustration that she needs to relieve.  \n\\\u003eShe slinks down your legs before roughly gripping them under your knees.\n\n\\\u003eThey're thrusted upwards, exposing you in an embarrassing position.  \n\"Damn, I'm not that flexible, Katja,\" you hiss.  \n\\\u003eHer eyes shine with something evil.  \n\\\u003e\"Not yet,\" she corrects you.  \n\\\u003eShe mounts you, her wet crotch rubbing against yours.  \n\\\u003eShe grabs your length with one hand, struggling to line you up with her as she holds your legs with the other arm.  \n\\\u003eYou'd help her, but it's obvious she wants to do this herself.  \n\\\u003eIt takes a while, but she eventually manages to sink all it into her with a groan.  \n\\\u003eShe wiggles a bit to stabilize herself, all of her weight settling either on your hips or holding your legs down.  \n\\\u003eHer face is painted with a victorious grin that morphs into something softer for just a split second.  \n\\\u003e\"I have to show my HUSBAND his place,\" she says smugly.  \n\\\u003eAs if to emphasize her point, you feel her insides squeeze on you possessively.  \n\\\u003eIt's good to see that she's happy, in her own way.  \n\\\u003eShe starts grinding you inside her in a figure-8 motion.  \n\\\u003e\"You like that, don't you?\" she asks knowingly.  \n\\\u003eAll you do is groan in pleasure, despite your protesting back.  \n\\\u003eYou can already feel her excitement start to mat her fur, lukewarm.  \n\\\u003eShe must have been stewing up in arousal ever since you were driving back.  \n\\\u003eShe takes your vocalization as confirmation to really begin.  \n\\\u003eHer hips start to raise slowly and descend in deliberate movements.  \n\\\u003eAll you can hear is her soft breaths and the wet sounds of sex.  \n\\\u003eEvery time you hilt in her, she drops down far enough to rest all of her significant weight on you, driving you deeper into her and the mattress at the same time.  \n\\\u003e\"Give me all of it,\" she purrs.  \n\\\u003eShe's keeping that slow pace, extending the session for the both of you.  \n\\\u003eEvery velvety stroke lets you feel every bump and fold inside her, as she savors your shape at the same time.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her legs starting to get shaky after a few minutes, the methodical dips starting to take their toll.\n\n\\\u003eIt's agonizing for the both of you, just for different reasons.  \n\\\u003eNevertheless, she's done a good job at gradually urging you to orgasm.  \n\\\u003eShe takes split second pauses herself, paired with one of her muffled moans.  \n\\\u003eEach time, you can feel her pussy ripple around you, or an extra bit of lubrication trickle down your crotch.  \n\\\u003eShe makes her intentions clear.  \n\\\u003e\"Hurry up and cum. I don't want to cum until I really make you squirm,\" she commands.  \n\\\u003eHer tail whips side to side in frustration, and you can feel every twitch of it through her hips.  \n\\\u003eThe oppressive wetness and sloppy sounding squelches end up making you comply.  \n\\\u003eShe starts to feel you twitch, and slows down to an excruciatingly slow drop.  \n\\\u003eIt's like watching the Times Square Ball drop, and the second she reaches the bottom, it's a celebration.  \n\\\u003eAs you start to fire volley after volley of sperm into her, she presses down with her hips as hard as she can.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls on your legs to force her body into yours with a satisfied hum, the bed creaking from the force.  \n\\\u003eHer walls milk you for everything that you've stored, and she doesn't let you go until you finally release every drop.  \n\\\u003eShe reaches down to pet your face.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy, you took your discipline so well. It's time for it to really start now,\" she informs you.  \n\\\u003eYou had barely a minute to recover, her tightness guaranteeing that you couldn't soften even a millimeter, so you're still wildly sensitive.  \n\\\u003eShe's released your legs, opting to squeezing them between her thighs.  \n\\\u003eHer arms are still on top of your legs, however, and as she drops her torso down towards yours, your legs are stretched to your head to their absolute limit.  \n\"Shit! That kind of hurts, Katja,\" you say, downplaying the pain for some reason.  \n\\\u003eEven though it's more inconvenient for her, she takes some of the weight off your legs.  \n\\\u003e\"I'll have you as limber as a gymnast after tonight,\" she replies.\n\n\\\u003eWith that said, she starts her assault with zero warm-up, already at a wild pace.  \n\\\u003eAs she starts pumping away with her hips, you notice that she's now more focused on her own pleasure.  \n\\\u003eShe has her face right in front of yours, her eyes dilating as she pounds her hips against yours.  \n\\\u003eEvery downthrust, the movement causes your body to shake, the loud wet clap of your thighs colliding echoing through the room.  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a sound between a grunt and a moan every time, a hot puff of air leaving her open mouth right into your face.  \n\\\u003eIt's the sweet smell of her breath that you're used to, and the familiar scent of alcohol.  \n\\\u003eAs you writhe from the displeasure from the overextension of your body and the overstimulation, the dull pleasure starts to grow.  \n\\\u003eFrom how unfocused her eyes are, it's clear that it's anything but mild for her.  \n\\\u003eCaught in the throes of ecstacy, she says something that you'd never expect out of her.  \n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna... fuckin' BREED you, no matter what,\" she chokes out.  \n\\\u003eHer sticky fur peels off of your skin for the small amount of time that they're not glued together.  \n\\\u003eHer body, regardless of its capabilities, is still coursing with a primal need.  \n\\\u003eShe presses entirely too much weight on you as her animalistic instincts get the better of her.  \n\\\u003eHer arms pin your legs down as they dig into the fabric, claws tearing at the fabric loudly.  \n\\\u003eBetween that and her muddy paws, it's completely ruined.  \n\\\u003eShe swings her head down to your neck, tucking her face under, and clamps down on the scruff.  \n\\\u003eHumans don't have a lot of loose skin there, so it's mostly fat that her sharp teeth are sinking into.  \n\\\u003eShe's not holding back at all, and you have to turn your head to the side to relieve the pressure.  \n\\\u003eAll of this completely escapes her, as absorbed in the act as she is.  \n\\\u003eYou can't smell much of her natural scent that you love, but the smell of \"fresh\" city rain is a bit refreshing.\n\n\\\u003eIt reminds you of the seemingly impossible ordeal that you overcame tonight.  \n\\\u003eTogether.  \n\\\u003eShe's practically manic with her movements, the tempo of her humping erratic.  \n\\\u003eThe exerted force and extreme slipperiness of your lower bodies leads you believe the raw fucking has to be deafening, but you can't hear it over her.  \n\\\u003eHer bestial growls and muffled yowls are almost all you can hear as her entire body convulses as she inches closer to climax.  \n\\\u003eYou're close, too, but you have zero idea if she's aware or even cares at this point.  \n\\\u003eShe slows for just a minute, and a searing hot sigh escapes her nose before she redoubles her efforts at a blistering pace.  \n\\\u003eIt's a final sprint to the finish, and you're sure she's going to end up wringing another out of you at the same time.  \n\\\u003eThis isn't sweet love-making, she's MATING with her husband.  \n\\\u003eMore than the way her walls are strangling you, her wild vocalizations and crazed breaths let you know that it's imminent.  \n\\\u003e\"Fuck!\" you hear her shout into your neck.  \n\\\u003eShe slams down one final time, her thighs shaking and squeezing your hips like a vice grip.  \n\\\u003eYou cum while she does, urged on a possessive yank by her jaws.  \n\\\u003eYour vision blurs before you have to clamp your eyes shut, the force at which you expel your seed genuinely painful.  \n\\\u003eEvery muscle of yours tenses as you wrap your arms around her torso, holding her close to you.  \n\\\u003eYou're half holding on for dear life, and half wanting to feel as much of her as possible.  \n\\\u003eIt feels like ages as you fill her beyond her limits, even more cum spilling out from her.  \n\\\u003eShe thankfully releases your tired legs, and they limply hit the mattress.  \n\\\u003eAfter doing this, she falls limply on top of you too.  \n\\\u003eHer dead weight is a bit much, but the closeness is worth it.  \n\\\u003eIt's a few minutes before either of you are able to speak.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmn. You better not be lying to me, or change your mind. I'll never forgive you,\" she says.  \n\\\u003eShe's still anxious about that.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't know how to ease that yet.  \n\\\u003eShe won't get cold feet, you imagine, but having her be an insecure mess until the day would break your heart.  \n\"Of course I'm not, Katja. Why would I do all of this, then?\" you ask.  \n\\\u003eShe gives a monosyllabic grunt before starting to lick at your neck.  \n\"What do you want to do for the wedding?\" you ask, trying to cement the fact that it's a certainty in her head.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her tongue away for just a second to respond.  \n\\\u003e\"We can talk about that later,\" she says.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you stay quiet for a bit as she nurses your wounds, before Katja whispers in your ear.\n\n\\\u003e\"We'll have a flying honeymoon. It'll be perfect.\"\n\n\"That sounds nice,\" you reply.  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a belly laugh right into your ear, causing you to flinch.  \n\\\u003eYou're a bit confused, but don't question it.  \n\\\u003e\"It does, doesn't it?\" she chuckles.  \n\\\u003eShe continues her loving laps at your neck as she purrs until she seems satisfied.  \n\\\u003e\"Was I a little too rough?\" she asks.  \n\"I think you were right about the not walking thing,\" you halfway joke.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmn. Well, you deserved it this time. But I'll be nicer for the rest,\" she comments.  \n\\\u003eBeing treated as a cat toy is a bit demeaning, but the fact that you drive her that crazy probably outweighs it.  \n\\\u003e\"That'll have to be an occasional thing. I might start having to do yoga. And make sure we have a lot of peroxide,\" you joke.  \n\\\u003eShe nuzzles your cheek.  \n\\\u003e\"Don't worry, no more of that tonight. I'll be a lot gentler next round,\" she promises you.  \n\"Next round?\" you ask as she starts to sit up again, her eyes glowing in the dark.\n\n\\\u003eUsually the period where your families interact both while preparing for, and during a wedding is stressful beyond belief.  \n\\\u003eIt wasn't until the announcement of your engagement that you finally met her family.  \n\\\u003eHer younger sister Zelda, and her aforementioned niece Dita already lived in a suburb just 30 or so minutes North of you two.\n\n\\\u003eZelda, much like Katja's other sisters, are pretty much carbon copies of each other.  \n\\\u003eThat honestly goes for all the women in the family, besides Dita.  \n\\\u003eIf you just met Katja, you'd probably have a lot of trouble distinguishing her from her family, in both appearance and personality.  \n\\\u003eIt's strange how, at minimum, every first-born woman in a generation ends up as a military pilot.  \n\\\u003eThat's just the minimum, every generation has multiple others, excluding the First World War.  \n\\\u003eThe flipside of their similarity, is that they all also seem to adore you, fortunately including the men.  \n\\\u003eThey gave you a lot of tips on how to use the authority of a house-husband judiciously against a Hart.  \n\\\u003eHer niece, though...  \n\\\u003eThe poor girl is really bright, and cute as a button.  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, she's obviously deeply anxious, and overcompensates to a painful degree, trying to be like all the ladies in the family even though she's only 14.  \n\\\u003eShe told you about her \"boyfriend from Canada,\" completely unprovoked.  \n\\\u003eYou weren't planning on quizzing a child relative on her romantic life the very second you met her.  \n\\\u003eAs much as you love Katja, she's as good of a role model as an editor for a skin mag.  \n\\\u003eA classy one, though.  \n\\\u003eKatja's mother says that at least the braggadocio is exactly what Katja did at her age, which is a great image.  \n\\\u003eYour side of the family seems to like hers as well.  \n\\\u003eAs troubled as your relationship has been at times, it seems your in-laws will be allies more than anything.  \n\\\u003eThe great thing about everyone getting along so well, is that it made plans for a weekend wedding possible without much worries.  \n\\\u003eKatja loves the beach, and it seemed to be a hit with everyone else.  \n\\\u003eEven though it was a multi-day affair, things were mostly informal, other than a quick rehearsal.  \n\\\u003eThen the moment came.\n\n\\\u003eIt was just as embarrassing during the rehearsal, and is at this moment as well.  \n\\\u003eIt's normal to be walked up by your mom, but you feel like you're a child being walked into school more than anything.  \n\\\u003eWhen you get up, Dave whispers some encouragement to you.  \n\\\u003eKatja starts her walk down the aisle.  \n\\\u003eYou wish she would've gone with a dress, but you suppose her pilot's uniform is formal enough, even though it's not unheard of.  \n\\\u003eLooking at her mother, you see that she's still fuming about the only disagreement that she had.  \n\\\u003eKatja's mother is in her Navy uniform, and she's obviously mad that Katja didn't use her service uniform.  \n\\\u003eKatja herself seems to be in a different world, her eyes drifting dreamily around at all the people watching, the humble archways, and the rolling waves.  \n\\\u003eIt wasn't until this very moment that she became sure that this was really happening.  \n\\\u003eThe smile she gives you as she joins hands with you is one that you're not sure that you'll ever see again.  \n\\\u003eShe flubs her vows absent-mindedly, only stifling a giggle in response, completely unembarrassed.  \n\\\u003eThe kiss you share is just one of many, but special to her beyond belief.  \n\\\u003eShe's misty-eyed when it breaks, but she can't help herself from picking you up and spinning you around.  \n\\\u003eSlightly dizzy, you tear your gaze away from her to look at the others.  \n\\\u003eSabrina's bawling, something that you'll never let her live down.  \n\\\u003eEven Violet and Katja's other friends from the biggest \"girl's club\" in the world are wearing stoic, small smiles.  \n\\\u003eThey have to keep up that tough façade, after all.  \n\\\u003eDuring the reception, she's glued to your hip the whole time.  \n\\\u003eThat doesn't stop her from dragging you along with her wherever she goes, however.  \n\\\u003eAfter all the celebrations and the conclusion of the wedding, you get to go on that flying honeymoon.  \n\\\u003eIt really is perfect.\n\n\\\u003eMarried life isn't too different from what it was before.  \n\\\u003eOther than her new schedule and your new house, it's just the same routine as before.  \n\\\u003eJust a lot better.  \n\\\u003eThe door opens as you arrange some simple sandwiches.  \n\\\u003eIt's just some BLTs, eating too heavy might not be too good of an idea today.  \n\"Hey honey, how does it feel to get back home so early in the day?\" you ask.  \n\\\u003e\"Early for you,\" she jokes.  \n\"Memphis isn't that far,\" you reply.  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a look, shooting some second-hand blame at you.  \n\\\u003e\"Maybe if FennEx's ramp rats managed to load the plane on time, it wouldn't be. Finishing 4 hours late is honestly impressive. I never knew you could break a cargo deck that bad. Then maintenance showed up and just started hitting things with mallets until it was 'fixed,'\" she gripes.  \n\"They just let anyone on the ramp out there, huh? I guess that's the payoff for what comes with your pay and nice schedule, huh?\" you note.  \n\\\u003eShe just groans, before taking a bite of the sandwich which perks her up.  \n\\\u003e\"Mmm. I'm glad I skipped the SECOND meal they delivered to us for the flight,\" she says.  \n\"Well, your bad day is about to get a lot better now. You got back so late that all we have time for is lunch,\" you say.  \n\\\u003eShe scarfs down the sandwich too fast, eager for the upcoming event.  \n\\\u003eKatja drives like even more of a madwoman than usual.  \n\\\u003eThat's a habit that's going to have to change unless you want to drive everywhere.  \n\\\u003eYou get to the agency early, and the agent gets a warm smile on his face.  \n\\\u003eLuckily this allows you to get the paperwork done quickly.  \n\\\u003eThe two of you must have written the equivalent of an entire book over these past 2 years.  \n\\\u003eA few tense moments later, and she's brought to you.  \n\\\u003eKatja stands up first, and holds her arms out single-mindedly.  \n\\\u003eThe small bundle is passed to her, and you can hear the soft mewls as you walk up to her to wrap your arm around her.\n\n\\\u003e\"You two really did the right thing, adopting from foster care,\" the agent says in praise.  \n\\\u003eKatja doesn't acknowledge him in the slightest.  \n\\\u003eShe only rubs her cheek against the tri-colored kitten, and the infant returns the nuzzle.  \n\\\u003eThe agent starts spouting legalese solely at you, as Katja starts grooming your daughter on the top of her head, giving her a wild looking cowlick.  \n\\\u003eYou're left alone after a while, but she doesn't even notice.  \n\"Katja, it's done,\" you say gently.  \n\\\u003eShe snaps out of her daze, and speaks to you, never breaking her gaze on the kitten.  \n\\\u003e\"She's beautiful, isn't she,\" she purrs.  \n\\\u003eWhat's more beautiful is the two of them finally united together, but you don't want to distract her.  \n\"She is,\" you agree.  \n\\\u003eShe's awestruck and rooted in place, and you give her a moment before urging her on.\n\n\"Come on, Katja. It's time for our family to go home.\"\n\nTHE END\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e [Come Fly With Me - Frank Sinatra](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOzEeJZ92X8)\n\u003e \n\u003e What a fucking ride it's been. Took me fucking long enough! It feels fantastic to finally make Katja happy. Are you guys satisfied with the ending? Did it get resolved a little too fast? I'm honestly not too sure if I could make Katja continue the way she has and actually do anything other than drag out the story at this point. I almost thought about splitting this off right before the sex, but starting an epilogue with a sex scene seemed strange. Don't worry, we still have one more joke chapter incoming.\u0026nbsp;I wonder which character's going to star in it?\n\u003e \n\u003e Some notes about this chapter. I had to do too much research into adoption. It's a real pain in the ass, it seems. There's also apparently like a 61% chance that Katja and Anon's daughter is a crack baby, but canonically they were just lucky and she's not. One site literally says \"Parents contemplating adoption [sic] a baby from foster care should assume that the infant has had prenatal exposure to drugs and/or alcohol.\"\n\u003e \n\u003e Some of my readers who may live in the same region as me may have recognized the reference to the fucking\u0026nbsp;plague\u0026nbsp;of a liquor that is Kamchatka. They don't even make it anymore, thank god. It's not hated and infamous to me from drinking it myself, but from an\u0026nbsp;incident.\u0026nbsp;Me and my roomie split a half-gallon, though he did more of the heavy pulling that night. We were in the worst places in our lives at that point, so that honestly wasn't too uncommon. We could smoke in that house, so of course we did. He put out his cigarette in the empty 'chatch bottle, and, well, I came down like 10 minutes later thinking that the space heater in the living room looked\u0026nbsp;really\u0026nbsp;bright. Spoiler, it was the carpet and the half of the sectional that he\u0026nbsp;wasn't\u0026nbsp;asleep on that were spewing out flames. His face was like half a foot from the flames and he never woke up until I got him up. Instead of using the fire extinguisher in the house, we just filled mixing bowls with water individually to put out the couch. Then he had to go lay down outside until the ambulance picked him up for smoke inhalation.\n\u003e \n\u003e It's at least 50% Kamchatka's fault, just like how Mad Dogs make you irresponsible. Katja was a \"set the couch on fire and almost die\" mess.\n\u003e \n\u003e Long story short, our cohabitation went horrible, more than just that, and we didn't speak for like a year. He's also my best friend, and shockingly, we're roommates again as of the last 3 years, and it's been wonderful. It's funny what being a functional human does to your relationships.\n\n### [Chapter 20](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200/chapters/123613738): Bonus Chapter: It's Joke!\n\n### Notes:\n\n(See the end of the chapter for\u0026nbsp;[notes](https://archiveofourown.org/works/43996200?view_full_work=true#chapter_20_endnotes).)\n\n### Chapter Text\n\nKATHERINE HARTMANN,\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;greatest\u0026nbsp;ace in all history!\n\nThat's what all the newspapers, books, and TV shows say.\n\nIt's also her favorite pick-up line. It doesn't work very well.\n\nAlthough it's not like one ever stops being an ace, living as the\u0026nbsp;greatest\u0026nbsp;test pilot of all history seems like a downgrade. Flying the newest, greatest planes in the entire world(s) is a rush like no other, but it doesn't compare. She was never a fan of killing, but the glory of combat was beyond any other. Even though almost every pilot she faced after crossing the bridge was a human, she always admired the tenacity of the men. They might not compare to a female pilot, but giving someone wings still puts a fire in their heart. She'd never admit it, but fighting humans, even in their prop planes, was more difficult. Katja is an honorable lady, after all. These clashes made the\u0026nbsp;feind-\u0026nbsp;Allies\u0026nbsp;give her the nickname of\u0026nbsp;Clipper,\u0026nbsp;from clipping the wings of all the human birds without injury. Engines are a pretty large target, and she'd even fly head-on through a hail of gunfire to kill one. Excluding a few grazes, she always ended up fine. Other than the two times she was shot down, but that worked out, too. It was so great to watch the men bash their fists against the instrument panels before bailing out. When she saw the silk bloom, she'd buzz them as close as safely possible, and give them a friendly waggle of her wings.\n\nShe's getting a little too nostalgic while she's supposed to be focusing, though. She's a test pilot now. Furthermore, she came from a religious family, so she never really bought into Nazism. It certainly comes in handy now, with how\u0026nbsp;international\u0026nbsp;all of her fellow test pilots are. Katja really likes that Shirley Yeager girl, she's a lot of fun. All in all, it's been a graceful \"retirement.\" She gets to hot-dog as hard as she wants, her biography is a bestseller, and she's a hero to children everywhere, even outside of Germany. It would be a relief if the greener pilots stopped asking for advice, though. Katja finds it pretty hard to hit on boys at the bar when an entire\u0026nbsp;Gruppe\u0026nbsp;is smothering her. Looking down at the map projector, she sees her next waypoint,\u0026nbsp;BRIDG.\u0026nbsp;Unsurprisingly, since it's an experimental aircraft, it's going to be a fly-over, as usual. This plane's made to fly at 80,000 feet and at Mach 3, so she's not too happy that she's wearing a pressurized space suit to lazily amble around at a few thousand. More than anything, what she really hates is flying over the World Bridge.\n\nTen seconds until she enters its airspace.\n\nIt's been uncharacteristically cloudy over Berlin, with almost zero visibility. Spatial disorientation may be the death of many pilots, but Katja is no regular pilot. She just\u0026nbsp;knows\u0026nbsp;where she's at, and where she's going at all times. Until she crosses the boundary. While walking through it is only the tiniest bit nausea inducing, the speed that you cross by it multiplies it. Her inner ear goes haywire, making her feel like she's in a death defying barrel-roll. Even with the way the instruments are spinning in circles and breaking, she knows that nothing has changed.\n\n\"OVER SPEED. OVER SPEED.\"\n\nEvery warning alarm, visual, and audio, starts going off, as usual. Pretty much all of them are complete nonsense.\n\n\"CHAFF. FLARES. CHAFF. FLARES.\"\n\nHartmann wishes she could see anything out of the cockpit, just to distract her from her growing headache. It just doesn't stop, and after a minute she starts to grow concerned.\n\n\"ALTITUDE. ALTITUDE.\"\n\nShe doesn't feel like she's sinking, but the GPWS is being unusually insistent, even while glitching out. She adjusts the trim a hair, and applies the smallest amount of thrust. The warnings only speed up, however.\n\n\"PULL UP! TOO LOW GEAR. PULL UP! TOO LOW FLAPS.\"\n\nA bit more unnerved, she pulls the nose up a hair. There's no way that she's made any mistake. Then she hears something that makes her blood freeze.\n\n\"50... 40... 30... 20...\"\n\nAt that moment, she breaks the cloud cover, with a mountain face in front of her that she knows for a fact doesn't exist in Germany. Regardless of mistakes that she did or did not make, she's going to die. She yanks back on the flight controls, the supersonic plane's puny flight control surfaces not changing its inertia in the slightest. Her regrets flash before her eyes.\n\nKatja Hartmann, dead at age thirty-five. Single, and unmarried. And no matter how many people that she's convinced to believe otherwise, a virgin.\n\nAnthros could just\u0026nbsp;take\u0026nbsp;men whenever they pleased during the war, but Katja was beyond that. She's a damn fighter pilot, a noble knight of the skies! Just her profession alone should have had men scrambling to get to her like crabs in a bucket. That never happened, but she never lost hope the first few years. Of course, she always tried her charms, and there's nothing immoral about a little \"persuasion,\" but she couldn't outright violate a man. Even her stupid pride never let her sign up for matchmaking services from the State. She regrets her upstanding character at this moment, and it's probably the last thing that she's going to think ever again.\n\n\"RETARD. RETARD. RETARD.\"\n\nThe pilot sure does feel like one right now. Instead of an impact, she sees the light and gets hit with another wave of nausea that comes from crossing the bridge.\n\n* * *\n\nKatja just left to go take care of some errands for work, paperwork, or some kind of crew scheduling at FennEx. You're just idly doom-scrolling through your phone when you hear the buzz of electricity from your bedroom, and the power flickers out for a split second. Now, deciding to investigate, you're met with the oddest home intruder that you've ever seen. In front of you stands what appears to be an astronaut, donning an orange suit with a round helmet and everything.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" you say, as you step back defensively.\n\nThe figure lifts its hands in a placating gesture, the muffled voice completely unintelligible. Seeing your confusion, it twists its helmet off with a hiss, and you only get more confused.\n\n\"Katja?\" you ask, seeing your wife that you were certain just left.\n\n\"Ja?\"\u0026nbsp;she answers back.\n\n\"But you just- What are you even wearing?\" you ask.\n\nYou suppose it's not impossible that she managed to sneak in without you noticing, but stealthiness to this extent is a first.\n\n\"Help me get this off,\" she orders.\n\nIt's an ordeal to remove it, even with two people, but after nearly twenty minutes, she's free. She's not wearing much underneath the costume, just a long sleeved undershirt and some\u0026nbsp;very\u0026nbsp;short silkies. She looks a little different, too, a little fitter than you remember. She has been exercising again, even if it's not necessary. Perhaps she's just flexing or something. There's a bit more of a youthful vitality to her today, as well. She must be excited for the adoption. You don't dwell on any of that for too long, though, since you're still baffled at the situation.\n\n\"Honey, just what are you doing, seriously?\" you beg for answers.\n\nShe thinks for a bit, before responding nonchalantly.\n\n\"I do not know,\" she replies, still holding an extremely convincing German accent.\n\n\"What's with the accent?\" you continue questioning her.\n\nShe looks at you like you're stupid.\n\n\"I know my English is not too good yet,\" she comments. \"But nothing is out of reach for Germany's greatest ace!\"\n\nWhat?\n\n\"Katja, are you trying to do some kind of role-play or something?\" you ask. \"I'm always open to trying new things in the bedroom, but this is really strange.\"\n\nYou don't know for sure what kind of character she's playing, but it sounds suspiciously like her great-grandmother. Doesn't that feel exceptionally weird for her to do? Her reaction to your mention of bedroom activities is also abnormal.\n\n\"Mmm, a boy of my own.\u0026nbsp;Wunderbar,\" she says, completely ignoring everything else that you said. \"I never needed any help from the Anthrostate.\"\n\nYour breath hitches and you feel a cold sweat. She must have found out about your secret indulgence. Did she look at your browser history? The woman can barely use a computer! Sure, the setting might be nonsensical and purely for fetish purposes, but it's\u0026nbsp;fun.\u0026nbsp;Regardless, this character seems to have something to do with it, although it seems Katja doesn't quite understand the\u0026nbsp;deep lore.\n\n\"Oh no, I'm going to get claimed now,\" you say, starting to enjoy it a little despite the bizarre premise.\n\nShe gets her usual devilish grin on her face as she pushes you down onto the couch and starts to straddle you.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'll\u0026nbsp;try\u0026nbsp;to be gentle,\" she lies. \"My new husband.\"\n\nShe rips off your shirt with her claws, a much too common occurrence. Luckily, she's memorized your favorite ones by now, even if she thinks your Leoranger one is lame. She shimmies down your legs, pulling your trousers down at the same time. You're already erect when she grabs it and pumps it a few times. She licks her lips with a hunger usually only reserved for when she's in heat.\n\n\"I'm going to breed you,\u0026nbsp;Amerikaner,\" she says before she leans down to lick your nipple with her raspy tongue.\n\n\"Ah, no, don't!\" you reply, now really getting into it. \"The big, strong anthro's going to have her way with me!\"\n\n\"That's right,\" she says with an evil grin before spinning around to show her back to you. \"Get ready.\"\n\nHer tail whips around before slowing down to caress and wrap ever so slightly around your face. You love it when she does that. She takes off her undershirt, and something seems wrong again, but you can't put your finger on it. Standing up, she gives you a show as she bends over to smile at you from between her legs. Of course, your eyes are glued to her rear, but not for the reasons she'd expect. Her birthmark is all wrong, and you're certain she didn't get a fur dye job, or that it'd look so realistic. She'd probably hate the design even more. On each cheek of her beautifully defined ass, there's a heart shaped patch of black fut, only slightly misshapen. You scooch back a bit in shock.\n\n\"You're not Katja!\" you shout in surprise.\n\n\"What are you talking about?\" she asks, irritated. \"You don't recognize the\u0026nbsp;famous\u0026nbsp;Katherine Hartmann?\"\n\nYou don't know what's going on anymore. If this strange doppelgänger is telling the truth, she's Katja's great-grandmother, and also a time-traveler. It's impossible.\n\n\"Your birthmark, it's all wrong!\" you state.\n\n\"It's perfectly right. It shows you where to hold on,\" she says smugly. \"I changed my mind. It's going to be a\u0026nbsp;rough\u0026nbsp;ride now. Now stop running so I can fuck you.\"\n\nShe plants her ass on you, pinning you down, so you can't get away anymore. You can already feel how wet she is, very impatient at this point. Gripping your legs, she squats down, missing the mark a few times.\n\n\"Wait, wait, wait! For real this time!\" you beg.\n\n\"No more waiting,\" she declares.\n\nWith one final dip, her sex envelops you, driving you into her to the hilt. No going back now. All you can do is despair.\n\n\"Noooo!\"\u0026nbsp;you yell, throwing your head to the sky.\n\nYour only hope is that you don't end up related to Katja somehow. The thoughts soon leave your head as she starts to ravage you.\n\n* * *\n\n\"Anon, Anon,\" your wife says as she shakes you awake. \"Calm down, I've got you.\"\n\nYou're soaked in sweat as you try to catch your breath.\n\n\"I- what?\" you reply in a daze.\n\n\"You were having some crazy dream,\" she explains. \"I tried to hold you, but that only made it worse.\"\n\nThank god, it was just a dream. You thought it was never going to end as she made you cum over and over again. You notice a horrid amount of stickiness around your lower body. It seems she did in real life, as well. You don't even bother trying to deal with it as you take deep breaths to calm down.\n\n\"Katja? The real Katja?\" you ask as you look at her suspiciously.\n\n\"Yes, Anon, I'm real,\" she sighs. \"You should have heard the stuff you were saying. It was absolute nonsense, I didn't get any of it.\"\n\nHopefully you didn't say anything too embarrassing. You definitely don't want Katja to know you had a wet dream about her ancestor. You're not sure why it even happened.\n\n\"...What did I say?\" you ask, too curious for your own good.\n\n\"Well first, you let out a crazy yell that was all like 'uohhhhhhhhh!'\" she explains, with some very impressive vocal mimicry. \"And then you kept talking about my 'gussy' busting, busting, and something about no cap?\"\n\nWhat kind of hell were you going through that you devolved into a\u0026nbsp;subhuman creature\u0026nbsp;like that? You want to die right now.\n\n\"For real?\" you ask.\n\nKatja nods her head.\n\n\"For real, for real,\" she says gravely while studying your features. \"Hmm, you seem...\u0026nbsp;off,\u0026nbsp;still. Was my 'gussy' that good?\"\n\nShe doesn't know what she's saying, thank god, but she still has the mildest understanding of the complications.\n\n\"Katja, if you say that again, I'm divorcing you,\" you explain, barely even joking. \"I- I'm going to take a break from the internet. Go outside, and touch some grass. Really\u0026nbsp;feel\u0026nbsp;it.\"\n\n\"Oh, like a date at the park,\" she replies cutely.\n\nThe generational disconnect can be pretty charming sometimes, even with how traditional she can get sometimes. That can get annoying occasionally, but you have to admit, it can be kind of hot, too.\n\n\"Yeah, that sounds nice,\" you say, regaining some normalcy. \"I'm going to go get ready.\"\n\nYou head to the bathroom to prepare for the day, but not before you hear Katja yell.\n\n\"Jesus Christ, Anon! You came\u0026nbsp;all\u0026nbsp;over the bed!\" she exclaims with mild disgust.\n\n* * *\n\nKatherine Hartmann wakes up, feeling more refreshed than she has in ages.\n\n\"What a wonderful dream. Except for the first part,\" she says to herself. \"It has to be a sign of good luck. I'm definitely going to convince that aircraft maintenance boy to go on that date with me today!\"\n\nShe starts to walk to the hangar in amazing spirits.\n\nTHE END\n\n### Notes:\n\n\u003e Man, that was a fun shitpost to write. The better thing is that it may be a joke chapter, but it's 100% canon. That interdimensional dream sex actually happened. It doesn't count as cuckery, though.\n\u003e \n\u003e Some people are understandably confused at the two settings, when they share a character, so I'll clarify here.\n\u003e \n\u003e (Note: Katherine, or Katja Hartmann, the WWII ace will be referred to in italics.)\n\u003e \n\u003e In the world of PIC, the Anthrostate never existed, and there was no connection between any dimensions. Anthros evolved alongside humans, and female women are only rare because mankind was always based and furpilled. There's actually no birth disparity between genders for anthros either, but why pick a furboi when there's humies everywhere? Due to the physical differences, society is matriarchal in a kind of reversed gender roles thing. The biggest influence for that choice is a manga called\u0026nbsp;The World of Moral Reversal,\u0026nbsp;available as both a really fun ecchi serialized manga, or a very poorly drawn, but soulful doujinshi. One big difference between these two worlds concerns the Second World War itself. In PIC, it progressed exactly how it did in our world, and the atrocities were towards the same types of people, and for the same reasons. Due to the gap in years, Katja's ancestor,\u0026nbsp;Katherine Hartmann,\u0026nbsp;was born in different years in both settings. In PIC, she's her great-grandmother, while in the Anthrostate, she's her grandmother.\n\u003e \n\u003e Katherine\u0026nbsp;herself is obviously based on the ace\u0026nbsp;[Erich Hartmann,](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erich_Hartmann)\u0026nbsp;but is also inspired by\u0026nbsp;[Franz Stigler](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Stigler)\u0026nbsp;as well. I liked the book about him\u0026nbsp;A Higher Call,\u0026nbsp;and find it an enjoyable read, even if it's a bit basic. My favorite ace is still\u0026nbsp;[Hans-Joachim Marseille,](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans-Joachim_Marseille)\u0026nbsp;the chaddest Luftwaffe ace to ever exist. Who else would play jazz on a piano during a dinner with Hitler?\u0026nbsp;Der Führergot so butthurt that he stormed out of the room. He absolutely mogs\u0026nbsp;Katherine,\u0026nbsp;and he's who she wished she could be.\n\u003e \n\u003e That's probably it for PIC! Thanks for reading and commenting!\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}