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Finding Love(Wherever you can)

Please note: the content of this chapter is rated adult, and is not acceptable to be viewed by minors, those under the age of 18, or whatever the age of majority is for your state, province, or country. If you do not meet the requirements for you to be considered an adult, whatever they may be, then please read no further. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 1

Story Codes: F/F, Skunk, Human, Oral, Romance, Adult

Meagan Vancer knelt between her lovers legs, eagerly lapping at her best friend's furry pussy, rubbing her lily-white fingers along the roof of her partner's vaginal canal to stimulate the skunk girl's g-spot. The black furred girl writhed and moaned in delicious rapture as her best friend sucked on her labia while tonguing her clit at a furious pace. The skunkette, Jeminia Bath, laid on Meagan's bed, rolling her round, full bottom on the edge of the mattress into her red-headed lovers face with increasingly erratic thrusts, pushing her oozing sex into those pleasure inducing lips and fingers as her tail twitched madly under the bed. Her own hands were not idle; her right hand danced in her short and shaggy white hair, while her left squeezed the painfully erect nipples of her white-furred breasts, switching from one to the other, sending bolts of tingling ecstasy coursing through her.

The duo hadn't intended for what was currently happening, to actually happen. They had walked over to Meagan's house from school, since it was closer than Jeminia's, and decided to relax a bit before working on a report paper for their english class. They had initially talked about nonsensical things; makeup, haircare products and the like. Eventually though, the conversation turned to sex; what they thought about it, how much they had done -which for both of them was nothing aside from masturbating- who they would do what with, who they jilled off to...and then they talked about kissing. Neither had ever kissed a boy yet, human or anthro for either of them, and were curious about what it would feel like.

They had, obviously, kissed before, but those didn't count. "Those were the kisses you gave your mom and dad and grandparents", Jeminia had said, ears back and askew with her head down in the anthro version of a blush, "or, you know, the ones you gave your girlfriends as a greeting, the air kisses on either cheek and such."

But they wanted a real kiss, one filled with passion, filled with so much passion that it made a girl's toes curl, and heart flutter, and knees go weak, and...well, you know, right? That one special kiss...the kiss that all teenage girls dream about; that's what they wanted.

They had sighed then, thinking who, amongst the boys in their school, would be able to give them something like that, make them swoon like in those romance novels they "borrowed" from Meagan's mom's closet and read during sleepovers late at night.

Both sitting on the bed, they fell back onto the mattress, shoulder to shoulder. As they lay back and daydreamed about simple, joyful, lovely romantic things with an imaginary paramour, they unconsciously clasped hands, and massaged the back of each other's palms with their fingers. This simple display of affection brought them to turning towards one another, silly grins spreading their lips cutely; as they stared into one another's eyes blankly, slowly, their faces came together in a soft, almost nonexistent, kiss, before deepening into something beyond description.

Their pretty eyes, Meagan's deep green to Jeminia's icy blue, fluttered shut as their hands pulled the other closer to herself; the skunkette's cantaloupe like breasts squeezed and crushed against the human's little lemons; their legs interlacing with one another, hands in each other's hair, massaging and caressing each other in such a delightfully delicate manner, sending little tingles of pleasure to secret places, untouched by another's hand...by another's lips...or unspoken of appendages.

Unconsciously, the two teens, lost in their own happy little worlds of their own making, began to undress one another; so caught up in the passionate kisses, touches, and caresses, that neither realized that the other was a girl, only knowing that the person next to them, who held them close to themselves, whose lips touched their own, whose breasts mashed against their own, was someone that they loved dearly.

As they lay, now naked, against one another, Jeminia staring up into her best friend's eyes above her, with as much love as she could muster, and Meagan, staring with an equally lovestruck gaze down into the skunkette's beautiful blue orbs -both panting with unrestrained desire- they once more engaged in a passionate kiss.

Meagan, lips practically fused to her newfound lover's own furry pair, drinking from Jeminia's soul, found herself curious, and thirsty, to drink from another set of lips just a little further south. So, with one final desperately hungry, soul searing kiss, Meagan disengaged herself from her furry partner, bringing her flushed and sweat-sheened face into the crook of the skunkette's neck, and began nuzzling her lovingly, slowly making her way down to her breasts, sucking the grape-sized stiff peak of her left tit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nub before rapidly flicking her moist appendage across the tip, eliciting a happy little whimper from her bedmate. She repeated this on her right breast, massaging the soft, firm, pillowy mounds as she suckled on the furry girl's nipples.

She continued to make her way south, nuzzling the downey fur of her belly with her cheeks and forehead, and dipping her nose teasingly into Jeminia's navel, causing her to giggle happily for a few moments before she pushed her head further down. Finally, she made her way to the junction between her legs, that glorious fount from which all should drink from. Jeminia's flower was in full bloom and dripping with dew, her secretions slowly sliding down onto her tailhole, like rivulets of water slithering down a pane of glass when it rains, before collecting on the inside base of her tail.

No longer thinking, no longer able to control her own desires, Meagan brought her thirsting mouth to that delicious little skunkette's tailhole, and licked. Jeminia gasped aloud at the unexpected pleasure she felt at that delicate flicker of her friend's tongue on her anus. The muscled ring puckered as Meagan's soft, pink tongue circled around the pink little rosebud for a few pleasurable moments, before making her way to her pussy.

Meagan flicked her tongue between the folds of that most delicate of flowers, slowly raising up to just under her clit before attacking her labia, sucking the arousal engorged folds between her teeth and gently gnawed on the tender, juicy pussy lips as Jeminia gasped and moaned in torturous ecstasy. As the teenage human's fingers came into play, index and middle finger of her left hand massaging her from the inside, while the thumb of her right gently probed her tailhole, Jeminia bit down on her lips, almost hard enough to draw blood, in order to stifle her screams of pleasure.

As Meagan's fingers moved faster within her lover's hungry quim, pushing the senseless skunkette quickly and inevitably toward orgasm, they were interrupted by a noise at the door. Both girls gasped in surprise, and, as one, turned their heads toward the door watching as a black spotted, yellow furred hand -a hand that could only belong to one of two people- darted quickly between the door and jamb, twisted the knob on the inside and manipulated the lock, before dissappearing back through the portal and pulling it shut with a soft, almost inaudible, click.

They remained still in mortified surprise, their hearts thundering in their chests with the fear of being caught in such a compromising position. How could they forget about the open door?! If Meagan's mother knew she had a lover in her room -a female one at that- the consequences would be terrible indeed. As they continued to be shocked into imobility, they heard a voice, masculine, yet young, begin to speak.

"Hey mom, need help with anything?"

It was her younger brother, Kohl, which explained the furry hand they saw earlier. Although Meagan was human -as was her mother as well- her father and younger brother were both anthro's, and both jaguar-morphs at that. She wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse that she had been found out by her brother instead of her father (neither idea was really all that appealing), but she hoped he wouldn't rat her out.

"Not at the moment. I was just back here to check on your sister. Have you seen her?"

Hearing that, Meagan's previously blushing face went white as a sheet. As she began to panic, she signaled to Jeminia to quickly and quietly get dressed as she did the same. Not knowing how much time she had, she decided to forgo any type of underwear and simply thought to pull on a skirt and t-shirt. As she began to rapidly get dressed, the conversation on the other side of the door continued.

"Um, no, I don't think she's here. I think I overheard her and Jeminia, you know, the skunkette she hangs out with? Uh, anyway, I think I heard them say they were going to Jeminia's house for something, notes I believe, for that english project she has coming up. Why did you need her anyway? Need some help with dinner?"

"Hmm? No, I was checking on the laundry when I thought I heard some...noises...coming from your sister's room. Funny...you said she left the house? I don't remember hearing her leave..."

Meagan, with trembling fingers, hurriedly zipped up her forest-green, loose-pleated skirt -the hem of which fell to just above her knees- almost pinching the skin on her hip with it's teeth. A plain, sunflower-yellow t-shirt, hiding the most succulent, little, lemon sized titties, came on next, followed by a pair of two inch straw-wedged sandals on her dainty feet and she was done. Looking over at Jeminia as she put her shoulder length fiery-red hair into a loose ponytail, she watched as she pulled an urban-camo colored shirt over a bountiful, short-furred bosom, her lower half already covered in a pair of stretchy, black capris that hugged her wide hips and gorgeous ass like a second skin. As was her usual, Jeminia was barefoot, finding shoes to be too much of a hassle with her slightly digigrade feet, which were wide at the toes, and thin at the heels.

Now fully dressed, they had to find a way to escape this horrible mess of a situation before it had a chance to bite them in the ass. Thinking quickly, and thanking any god who was listening for getting her parents to give her the only ground floor room, she caught her skunkette lover's attention and pointed at the window. Jeminia, catching her meaning grabbed both of their backpacks and stuffing a pair of her friends panties into her pocket while Meagan, as quietly as she could, opened the window.

They were both startled once again when they heard the door knob being turned. Meagan quickly moved to her now trembling friend and clasped a hand over her muzzle before the squeak of surprise could escape her lips. After a few nervewracking moments of listening to the door knob jingle about, it finally stopped, but the two girls continued to stand still, frozen once more in terror at potenially being caught.

"Huh", they heard Kohl grunt as their heart rates ever so slowly went back to normal. "I guess they're still over at Jeminia's. She only ever locks the door when she's not here."

"Really now?", her mother asked, her voice clearly laced with a moderate amount of disbelief.

"Yep. Whenever she's here, her door is almost always open, even if it's only a crack, and when it's shut, it's never locked."

"And why would she lock it when she isn't home?", her mother inquired.

As Meagan slowly inched the window open, she could almost see her brother shrug, knowing that he usually did that when he didn't know the answer to a given question.

"Who knows", he replied, "I guess she thinks that I'll read her diary or something like that."

"And the noise I heard?"

"Probably left her cell in there and she's calling it to see if someone will pick it up. It wouldn't be the first time. She's always losing it either in her room, or over at Jeminia's house. Here, let me call it, just to check."

In a moment of perfect inspiration, Jeminia opened a pocket in Meagan's pack, her still shaking hands pulled out the phone, and, quietly, set it on the desk near Meagan's bed, speaker side up. A few seconds later, the little cell began emiting the strange digital tonals of a rather unique ringtone, sounding almost like mournful moans.

"See?", they heard Kohl say over the sound of the ringtone, "she, once again, forgot her cell. Ha! What a ditz!"

Knowing that he meant nothing by it and was obviously covering for them, Meagan disregarded the insult. The window was now opened wide enought to easily fit the two of them side by side. So, without further ado, she helped the trembling skunkette through the portal, handed her the backpacks, and exited herself. They quickly and, as silently as they could, made their way through backyard and gate leading to the front and ran to Jeminia's house, which was only about a block away and on the other side of the street.

Panting, almost gasping, as they made it to her friend's door, Meagan helped her friend find her keys, and unlocked the door when Jeminia's hands shook too much to insert the key into the keyhole.

Meagan wrapped her arm around her emotionally fragile friend's shoulder, and led the short skunkette inside and gently shut the door behind them. When silence greeted them, she knew that they were alone, as Jeminia's mom always shouted a greeting from where ever she was in the house.

At 5 feet, 4 inches tall, Meagan isn't what most would call "Statuesque". Even so, it amazed her that Jeminia was still that much shorter than her at a meager 5 feet even. But, with the two inch lift the wedges gave her, the height advantage allowed her to comfort her a little better.

The human girl pulled the skunkette into a tight embrace, her right hand running throught her short, white hair as her left squeezed her in a comfortable grip. At this, Jeminia wrapped her arms around Meagan's shoulders and snuggled into her as far as she could as she wept silently.

"Shh", Meagan whispered into her ear, "Shhh...it's okay. Kohl covered for us. We're safe. No one saw us."

"Kohl did!", Jeminia sobbed into her friend's shoulder, burrowing her muzzle into her collarbone as her tears stained the bright yellow shirt a deep mustard. "He saw! He'll tell everyone! He'll tell everyone that we're...th-that we're...I'm not! I'm not gay! We just...I-I don't know..."

"Shh", Meagan again whispered, trying desperately to console her friend. "It's okay! Really! You know Kohl, Jemi, you know he's not like that. You know he wouldn't hurt me like that; wouldn't hurt us like that. You know that, don't you?"

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, the skunkette nodded. "Y-yeah, (Sniff!), I know...it's just, you know, weird...you know? I-I mean, I lo-like you, a lot and all, but I-I'm not sure that I like you...you know, THAT way. What happened back in the room...I don't even know what happened back there..."

"I love you very, very much, Jemi, just as much as I love my mom and dad and Kohl...but I like sausage -or at least the thought of sausage anyway- a lot more. I'll just leave tacos for Tuesday, huh?", the red-head joked trying to raise her friend's spirits. When the skunkette giggled into her shoulder, she knew it worked, at least a little. "You know, Jemi, I'm not gay either. At least I'm pretty sure anyway. Despite what we did in my room, I'm not into girls, and I don't think you are either. It was just one of those spur of the moment things, you know? It just kinda...happened. To be honest, I don't think I could have done that with another girl, only you."

They were silent for a few moments more, but this one was companionable, and nice. Meagan, feeling that Jeminia was stable enough, pulled the softly furred girl towards the couch and onto her lap, the skunkettes snout still in the crook of her best friend's left shoulder. Her soft, long fingered hands were now rubbing the skunkette's back and the top of her thigh, further comforting her distraught and slightly confused friend..

"You wanna know something crazy, Jemi?", Meagan asked, and, after getting a questioning grunt in reply, continued, "If I could go back and change anything about what we did, I don't think I would change much, other than, you know, locking the damn door!"

This caused Jeminia to snort, which caused them both to have a fit of giggles. After they finally got themselves back under control, they simply shared the silence with one another. After a few minutes, Jemi raised her head and stared into Meagan's eyes, the look on her face was so piteous and fragile, Meagan simply wanted to cuddle her best friend until she was all better. Instead, she asked, "What's wrong Jemi? Are you ok?"

"Did you mean it?", the pretty little skunkette asked in a timid whisper, her eyes looking on the verge of tears.

"Mean what, Jemi dear?", she replied, bringing her right hand to her friend's soft, furry cheek, shifting her gaze from one eye to the other trying to find what was troubling Jeminia, her own face a mask of concern.

Her ears were back and askew while her head was tilted slightly down, another anthro blush. "You know, um, about the whole, uh, you know, changey...thingy...and, you know, not changing anything..."

Meagan looked into Jeminia's eyes for a moment, trying to see if what she was seeing was true. She'd known that Jemi was very emotionally fragile. The young skunkette had intially come from a broken home, her father, before her mother left him and ran -taking her 4-year-old daughter with her-, was an abusive drunk; always shouting, always hitting, completely unconcerned with where those barbed words or heavy hands landed, so long as they caused some measure of pain. But no more. He was gone, forever. Her dad, the real dad, the drunk and abusive dad, had gotten into an accident, ironically sober, and died in a head on collision.

It took a while for Jemi's mother to get things settled and everything in order, but when she did, she took her daughter to a state sponsored councilor, a human by the name of Walter Bath, who was known for being indescriminately kind to all of his patients, regardless of race, species, or gender. He'd taken a special intrerest in Jemi, treating the broken child as though she were his own. He bought her presents for her birthday, helped her to make friends with that strange red-headed girl in her neighborhood, talked to her whenever he had a free moment and she was in need of comfort, helped her with her homework; whatever she needed, he did his level best to provide.

This strange arrangement ended up bringing him and her mother together for various things concerning young Jemi, which, surprisingly enough, turned into a mutual attraction between the two, which then turned into love, and finally, marriage. Her mom and new dad have been happily married for the last twelve years, and have had two more children, twin boys.

Although he was very, very good at what he did, sometimes wounds just don't heal right, if at all. The scars her birth father gave her festered for some time, until she met Meagan actually, and they slowly started to heal just that much faster. Everything started to look up for young Jeminia; she had friends -and one darn good one!-, a family that loved her, and she was starting to become her own person. It was unfortunate, then, that she almost crumbled to dust when she hit puberty.

As her body started to blossom rather early and very fast, she began getting attention from the boys around her. While most of it was positive, like curious, wide-eyed looks, blushing, stuttering requests for time or dates, and innocent things of a similar nature, not all of it was nice. There were harsh words from some of the xenophobic children, bad names, hurtful names...and then the other girls! Good heavens, they were cruel! Making fun of her breasts because she was the first to blossom, calling her a slut for garnering so much more of the boys attention than them...and then, the incident happened.

While she was in her first year of high school -a lowly freshman- Maxwell Johnson, a handsome, dark skinned junior, captain of the basketball team, and slated to be the valedictorian for his year, proffessed an interest in her. Still so very shy from having to endure the unending loathing from the other girls, and the not so innocent stares that the boys were now giving her, it was very hard for her to interact with anyone aside from Meagan, as the red-head was the only one she felt she could trust.

Maxwell, a nice enough guy, tried to get into young, naive, little Jeminia's heart, by being what he was: surprisingly enough, a nice guy. Jemi, not fully able to trust someone she didn't really know, tried to keep her distance and maintained her silence when around him. She had tried to be obvious about her disinterest, but he didn't seem to get the hint. And although he persisted, he was never vulgar, crude, or abusive when things didn't go his way. When an attempt failed, he would always say, "Well, not this time, maybe next time. There's always next time."

Towards the end of her freshman year was when disaster struck. A couple of seniors booby trapped her locker, rigging it to spray out tomato sauce all over her when she opened it. It had, unfortunately, come as a complete surprise to her when she opened the locker the next morning, catching a faceful of tomato sauce. Needless to say, the congregation in the hallway thought it was a riot. Maxwell, being the nice guy that he was, laid a hand on her shoulder, intending to console her and help in any way he could. This, dear readers, was not his finest hour by far.

Still startled from the explosive force of the sauce impacting on her face and chest, the sudden touch to her shoulder brought her freak factor to dangerous levels, so, instinctually, she raised her tail and did something she had never done before. She sprayed. Directly onto Maxwell.

The poor boy caught a full blast of the stuff, getting the horrendously foul smelling spray all over his clothes and skin, and even in his mouth.

The gathering of students, where before they were packed like sardines, dispersed as quickly as they were able, trying to get out of the perimeter of that most foul of odors. Embarassed and ashamed at what she'd done, Jeminia immediately tried to bolt away, but Meagan and Maxwell, the latter stinking in ways no man ever should, calmed her down, and kept her from hurting herself.

WIth tears in her eyes, she begged Maxwell's forgiveness, to which he just laughed loud and uproariously, waving it off as nothing. He accepted her apology, but only if she accepted his for startling her into doing it in the first place, which she thankfully accepted. Although they never got together in a romantic relationship like Maxwell had wanted, they remained friends, and shared the occasional e-mail. In a recent message from college, Maxwell wrote that he had found another skunk to love, and, although he now had a dedicated girlfriend, he was still willing to be her friend, so long as she needed him.

Even though Maxwell forgave her and let the matter die a rather deserved death, the rest of the school used it as ammunition against her; her classmates now showering her with insults at any given opportunity. Any self esteem she had met a truly gruesome demise.

The insults and slurs against her continued up to her junior year, but stopped shortly after it began. This was mostly due to it being Kohl's freshman year. Kohl, normally a very respectful and quiet boy, became something else when either Jeminia or Meagan were bothered. When he found out, first hand, how they were treating Jemi, his sisters best friend, he retaliated. He went from being "that nice, respectful, quiet and attentive boy in class", to being "that right evil little bastard, that I'd swear who's got more meanness, cruelty, and hatred in him than a mile long strip of Hell!"

At 5 feet, 8 inches, he wasn't going to tower over you. But, when you found out that his weight was almost 220 pounds, and only 5% of that weight was fat, that's when it gets a little scary.

After the first few had to be hospitalized, the rest of the school decided, unanimously, to ignore her rather than risk a lengthy hospital stay.

Now a senior, with only one true friend (Two if you counted Kohl, and often times she did), no boyfriend, or romantic life of any sort, at least until just recently, and a high school lifetime of being called ugly or smelly, and now being ignored by her entire school on pain of...well, pain, really, she desperately needed some confirmation that she could be -even just a little, even for just a moment- loved. And there was only one person she could trust to tell the truth, and she was currently being held in her arms.

"Well", Meagan finally replied, pulling her friend into tight, loving embrace, "there is one other thing I would change, you know, besides locking the door..."

"W-what might that be?", Jemi asked timidly.

Meagan leaned foward and brought her lips to a softly furred black ear and whispered, "I'd finish what I started."

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End Chapter 1

4,300 words, give or take. written from one in the morning to eight in the morning. I tired. This is only the beginning, there are more chapters to this story...or at least there will be as soon as I write them anyway. Sweet lord in heaven! I've written romantic smut! God help me...