Lachrymatia-Chapter One:This time I'm not only getting I'm holding my man
I'm gonna love you like nothing you've known,
I'm gonna love you, and you all alone.
Sooner is better than later but lover,
I'll hover, I'll plan.
This time I'm not only getting, I'm holding my man.
-Madonna
"Five minuets Frost." The raptor said popping his head into Frosts dressing room.
"Thanks David." Frost replied slipping into his jock strap.
As he looked at himself in the mirror he admired his physique and feline charms. His snow white fur and golden eyes could stop any fur in his tracks and he loved it. He had everything and yet something was missing. As he took the last drag off the cigarette in the ashtray he looked at himself once again and realized that what he really needed most was just some other fur to love him for him and not for his body or his looks. Little did Frost know that that particular fur would be in audience just like he was every night that this snow leopard performed.
"Why do you keep coming back here every night? Its not like he'll actually ever talk to you." The phoenix laughed from behind the bar.
"There's no crime in looking and you know tomorrows another day."The massive bull said chugging his fourth beer.
"You really think a hottie like that would be interested in some low down cop?"
The bull snorted and slammed the glass onto the bar.
"Listen you..."he was cut off by the lights dimming and the blast of music coming from the stage.
There Frost stood rising out of the floor in nothing but a jock strap, ankle chains and black wrist bands. The crowd grew silent as the leopard danced across the floor and thrust himself onto the strip pole awaiting him at the end of stage. Before he knew it hundreds were slipping into his jockstrap and hands groped every inch of his body. They loved him and he hated them with every ounce of his being. He spun around the pole three times before he noticed a muscular bull eyeing him from across the club.
"How handsome," he thought to himself as crawled onto his paws and knees.
Just as soon as his act begun it ended. But unlike his other performances before he exited through the red curtain he turned one last time to the crowd and winked at the bull.
The phoenix stared at the bull in amazement.
"I've never seen Frost do that to anyone." He said dumbfounded.
"You think he was looking at me?"
"Yeah," he said quickly grabbing ice from the machine. "or maybe it was a new part of the act." He joked.
Backstage Frost walked over to the raptor who was frantically flipping through the pages of his clipboard.
"David, do you know who that bull is in the audience tonight?"
The raptor moved his microphone from his mouth and peeked through the curtain.
"Oh him, he's only here the nights your on. I've never talked to him but he sits at the bar and bullshits with Mike all night. Why baby girl? You got the hots for farm life?"
"I just might."Frost said walking away smiling.
As Frost stepped out into the cool night air he admired how refreshing the smell of dirty city compared to a cum splattered club could be. He lit a cigarette and walked over to his car and stared up at the skyscrapers over head. To him they were beautiful against a star lit sky and he heaved a breath of satisfaction.
"Hey kitty kitty," a voice hissed from behind him.
Startled he spun around to face the figure that had been watching him from the shadows.
"Oh you scared me," he laughed nervously.
"Did I? I'm sorry," it said taking a step closer.
"Look I'm on my way home. I don't want any trouble."
"Home? Your not going home. In fact your not leaving this parking lot."
Frost spun and tried to open his car door but as he grabbed the handle he felt a sharp pain enter his right arm. In an instant he couldn't move, the world began to spin and he collapsed onto the wet cement below. His attacker stood above him and Frost glanced upward and stared into his glowing green eyes.
"Your mine now pussy cat," it laughed, "Oh I'm going to enjoy you."
Suddenly his attacker screamed in agony and was thrown away from him, Frost couldn't move but he could hear a fight. His attacker was being beaten senseless but he soon got the upper hand. There was the sound of fabric tearing and a groan of pain before a gunshot. His vision began to blur as he saw the feet of his rescuer walk up to him and ask,
"Are you alright? Frost? FROST?!"
Everything went black and he lost all consciousness.
Nightmares were all Frost saw. He was running from something, but he wasn't sure what. As he darted down an alleyway the figure chasing him got closer and closer. He was out of breath, his lungs were about to explode. As he looked over his shoulder he stopped running, it was gone. He bent over and placed his hands on his knees laughing at the "nothing" he was running from. As he stood up there it was, laughing.
"Your mine now pussycat!"
He sat up in his hospital bed screaming and dripping with sweat. His fur stood on end and he became an instant ball of fuzz as he darted his head back and forth observing the room.
"That was unexpected." The Lynx said typing notes on her computer.
"Where am I?!" Frost exclaimed.
"Sisters of Mercy hospital; you were attacked." She said still typing notes, never looking at him.
Frost noticed the crucifix hanging above her bust and figured she must have something against being what her kind called a fag.
"How did I get here?" he asked still staring at it.
"A cop happened to be in the parking lot and saw was happening. I would suggest you thank him, he's in the next room in worse condition then you are."
She stood up to leave but stopped at the door.
"Oh and one more thing, now that your awake the police will need a statement from you."
She left leaving the scent of strong perfume and Frost confused. He layed back in his bed and tried to remember what the hell had happened but only finding he could remember nothing. Nothing except the smell of cologne and blood. Even then both scents still stung his nostrils and he thought about the cop in the next room.
"I should thank him," he said climbing out of his bed.
He stopped as a sharp pain raced up his wrist. As he turned to look at the source he noticed the I.V. that was hanging from his bandages.
"I always hated needles," he laughed walking over to the bag.
He lifted it from the hook and carried it with him. Outside of his room he saw the Lynx talking to a group of nurses and a couple of cops.
"Yes detective, he'll be fine. We've got his wounds stitched up and his resting comfortably." She said in the same monotone she had spoken to Frost.
"Can we see him?" the alligator asked.
"I'm afraid he's asleep and he shouldn't be disturbed now anyways. If anything else comes up I'll let you know."
Before they noticed, Frost snuck into his neighbor's room. Behind the curtain he could oxygen tanks and a heart monitor and he feared that his hero was way worse then what the lynx told him. As he pulled the curtain away he gasped as he recognized the muscular bull from the club lying there.
"I don't believe it. It's you," he whispered
The bull slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Frost.
"Oh, it's you. Your Frost. The dancer from the club." He said softly. "I always wanted to meet you, just not like this." He laughed quietly.
Frost walked up to him and sat next to him on the edge of his bed.
"Thank you for saving me. What's your name?"
"Travis, Detective Travis Flores."
"It's nice to meet you Travis." Frost said slipping his paw into the bulls hand,
To be continued