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Finding Love(Whenever 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 2

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

Kohl Vancer sat his desk, thinking about what he had barely been able to keep his mother from finding in his sister's room, while listening to music on his computer. As he thought, the soft tones of Harry Belafonte soothed his worried mind. He was concerned about what he had overheard when he passed by Meagan's room earlier. He didn't care that his sister was having sex with Jeminia; not at all. They were good friends, so he guessed that they were just experimenting like many of his peers did from time to time. If it was something more, hey, more power to them. Finding love was hard enough, if they got lucky enough to find it in each other, then he was positively ecstatic for them. What did worry him, though, was what his mother would think if -or rather, when- she found out.

The two girls had been friends for longer than he could remember, almost inseperable for the last twelve or thirteen years. They practically knew everything there was to know about each other; Meagan knew about Jeminia's birth father, how he'd been a cruel and ruthless bastard until the day he died. 'No love lost there', he thought to himself, muttering "good riddance" under his breath.

He knew that his sister had been one of the most crucial components in healing the emotional wounds that poor, innocent and sensitive anthro had acrued from her father and others during her life. If the young skunkette was in trouble or hurt from what those cruel girls said about her, she'd drop everything and do everything in her power to keep her from folding in upon herself. He had no doubt in his mind, that if Jeminia hadn't met Meagan -or someone like her-, she might have just...disappeared. Suicide was the most likely outcome, however unfortunate it would have been.

But that would not happen; that outcome no longer an even remote possibility with Meagan always there to comfort her in her times of need. She was always there; a helping hand, a well timed hug, or simple words of comfort. No matter what it was that was needed, Meagan was more than happy to provide.

The relationship was not onesided though. Meagan was not without her insecurities. She, unlike her mother, was rather...underdeveloped. While her mother was a rather bountiful and voluptuous woman, Meagan was a considerably less curvy girl, and probably would not physically mature any further. She had been very sensitive about comments concerning her size, or lack thereof as the case may be, very early on. As other girls hit puberty, she kind of just stayed the same. She eventually filled out -if only a little- just before she hit her first year of high school. She was one of the tiniest girls in her year, and when she became a senior, she was THE tiniest in the development category.

She only stood at 5'4" and barely weighed a hundred pounds. Her bust was barely an A-cup, and her hips flared some, giving her a little shape, but even at eighteen she still looked like a barely pubescent girl. She was turned off by a great many potential suitors by an undercurrent of sleaziness she felt from an overwhelming amount of them. It was almost like they only wanted to be with her because she looked like a little girl, and that just freaked her out. When he and his sister went out with their parents, they thought she was his little sister, most not believing that the opposite could be true.

When Jeminia began her growth spurt early, it put a little strain on their relationship -Meagan, initially very jealous-, but, when she saw how her friend was treated by the other girls when they started middle school, how they poked fun at her expanding bustline in what seemed an inch a day, whatever jealous feelings she had dissappeared almost instantly as she came to Jeminia's defense immediately.

As time went on, they remained very close friends, each comforting the other in times of need, always twittering about this or that in conspiritorial whispers, sharing secrets that only the other knew. The two seemingly missed-matched girls had other friends to be sure, but they weren't as close to them as they were to each other.

He wasn't sure how long they had been intimate with one another, whether it had been hormonal induced curiosity or genuine love, maybe even simply settling for one another?

"Ugh", he grunted with a wince, bringing a hand to his eyes and gave them a rub, "too many variables. No way of knowing for sure what happened, how long it's been happening, or what caused it to happen. Not important now. Need to keep mom from finding out before I can ask them what's going on, and find a way to help them out."

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Meagan held her best friend's body to her own, panting heavily as the skunkette's now sweat slicked fur clung to her own smooth, hairless belly and thighs. They had went to Jeminia's room and continued what they had started earlier - this time with the door closed AND locked. The fair skinned human pulled, almost ripped, those tiny capris off of jemi's hips and went back to work with probing fingers and flicking tongue, this time bringing the tiny skunkette to an earth-shattering climax.

As Jeminia came down from the most amazing orgasm she could remember having, Meagan, desperate for relief herself, began to furiously rub at her own sex under her skirt, hoping to get herself off before her head exploded. The skunkettes eyes finally focused on her friend, with her, now, pink fingers rapidly sliding across her slit, building her fires higher and higher, trying to turn those little flames of pleasure into a towering inferno.

No longer able to think clearly with her head, Jeminia simply followed her heart, and decided it was time to return the love and affection she had graciously received from her beloved Meagan. She grabbed her lover's hand and stopped Meagan from finishing herself off, bringing a dazed and slightly confused look to the human girl's face, before she felt a black furred hand caress her neck and pull her closer to best friend, bringing them nose to nose. Their lips met once more, Meagan moaning into the skunkette's mouth as she was gently laid back with Jeminia above her, one furry thigh between two smooth, wide-spread legs.

Jemi's other hand rose that yellow shirt above her best friend's small bust with her unoccupied hand before grasping Meagan's little breast and squeezed it firmly, from the base of the tiny mound to the nipple, effectively milking it, which she gave a teasing twist to before going to the other. The pleasure from her sensitive breasts was so delicious; every time Jemi manipulated her tiny tits, feeling her little strawberry-sized, puffy nipples being delightfully crushed between Jemi's inch-long, thick, blunt claws, it gave her minigasms, little bolts of ecstasy shooting up and down her spine while her clit throbbed like a time bomb, waiting to go off like a nuclear explosion.

Soon, Jemi's hand slid further down, her claws, gently caressing the oversensitive skin of her belly, circling her navel, made her human lover shiver with obvious need. That delicate fingered hand slipped under her loose green skirt, tantalizing the shivering skin of Meagan's thighs with the barest of touches, inching it's way slowly, excruciatingly slowly to the young woman's apex, her burning, bubbling core.

The claw-tips of her index and middle fingers teased the opening of her sex, spreading the lips of her oozing cunny wide enough to gain entry, while her thumb lightly touched her button, rubbing small circles on her sensitive little bud. Meagan's body twitched as her muscles clenched and unclenched as she moaned into Jemi's mouth.

With steadily increasing pressure, Jeminia pressed on her human lover's clit, eventually crushing her nubbin into her pubic bone as she stroked her fingers in faster and faster, those smooth, blunt claw-tips stabbing lightly into her g-spot. Meagan, only moments before on the brink of the biggest cum of her young life, flew over the edge like a rocket leaving the atmosphere.

Her orgasm exploded within her, every muscle contracted tight, her slender body vibrating as she came. As her pussy squirted copious amounts of her juices on to Jemi's furry fingers and hand, Meagan pulled her lips away from Jemi's and pushed her deeply-flushed face into the crook of her furry lover's neck and screamed. She screamed and trembled and came, and came, and came. She screamed so loud, had it not been muffled by Jemi's body it might have been cause to call the police; it sounded like someone was being murdered!

After what felt like eternity, she finally came down from her glorious high, her oversensitive sex throbbing tenderly as Jemi continued to thrust softly. It was too much! Way too much! She couldn't take anymore and stay conscious!

"Jemi!", she squealed loudly through panting breaths, trying to pick up one of her trembling arms to push her lovers delightfully skilled hand away but failed, "P-please! Nuh-no! N-no...more...Please, stop! T-too MMMUCH, AHH! Too much!"

Worried that she might be hurting her, Jeminia slowed her finger thrusts and eased to a stop. She watched as her friend and lover, still flushed a deep red, desperately tried to catch her breath. Even now, at least two minutes after she had finished cumming, she continued to tremble and shiver uncontrollably.

"Meagan?" she whispered, eyes wide and on the verge of tears, "Meagan, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Say something, please!"

Meagan, finally gaining some semblance of control, responds by wrapping her arms and legs around Jeminia, pulling the soft and furry skunkette onto her sweat slicked body, and kissed her with everything she had. Their tongues met and battled playfully, Meagan giggling into Jeminia's mouth, her joy at what she had felt was clearly evident.

"Oh Jemi", she whispered as she continued to kiss her, "That felt so good...Thank you...Mmm...Was amazing..."

The two lovers eventually calmed down, the kisses turning to gentle nuzzles and noises of contentment. When Jeminia tried to pull away, Meagan held her closer, not willing to let her go.

"No, don't go!", she whimpered playfully, "Stay, just like this. Let's just stay like this for a little while. I just want to hold you for a little bit longer..."

She stayed, rolling onto her side and wrapped an arm around Meagan, each comforted by each other's warmth. They continued to hold one another, each too tired to do anything else. Their breathing slowed and deepened, eyes drooped and shut, and they slowly drifted off to sleep, smiling blissfully as they slumbered in each other's arms.

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Kohl had spent the better part of the last twenty minutes writing a pair of letters; letters that he intended to deliver to the two people that desperately needed to read the messages within as soon as he finished.

Kohl had a deep sense of familial loyalty; not necessarily because of something his parents or sister did, it just kind of came naturally to him. Because of that, he was always helping out around the house, with chores or cooking, or whatever needed to be done that he could do, and to keep his sister safe, and -if possible- happy. It was just seemed ingrained into him somehow. The relationship between him and his sister was one that he would do anything to keep. They had been on good terms for as long as he had known her, not able to remember a single time that they had been at odds on...well, anything surprisingly enough.

The letters he was writing were instructions to Jeminia's mother and to Meagan. After he heard the duo leave through the window, he had been planning back stories for them. For instance, he detailed why and how -when his mother knew that her daughter and her friend were in her room- they had left to the skunkette's house for "study materials" and had "forgotten" to tell her that she they had left. He knew that they could hear him through the door talking to his mother, and was very glad that one of them had caught on to the idea when he mentioned Meagan's cell and left it out in the open while he talked to his mother. He only hoped that they had left it in the room, because if they didn't, that might be hard to explain how it left with them while it had been in her room when they were supposed to have been gone already.

The first letter was to Jeminia's mother, Elizabeth, detailing what he knew happened -knowing that she would be considerably more accepting of her daughter's potential sexual proclivities- and what was to be done to keep it under wraps, at least until the two of them were ready to go public, if it was indeed serious between them. He had also made a list of excuses to use in case his mother called over trying to pry information out of the other woman.

The other was to Meagan saying that he loved her no matter what her sexual orientation was, and that he would always be there for her, no matter what. He also listed the same excuses that he'd given Jeminia's mother, just to keep the story straight. Although he didn't put it in the letter, he was going in to her room to get a change of clothes in case she needed them for what ever reason.

"Best to be prepared", he said aloud as put the finishing touches on Meagan's letter, folding them both up seperately, labeled them with the names of the people they were supposed to go to, put them in his backpack and went down stairs to the backyard. He could hear his mother in the kitchen cooking up something delicious if the smells in the air were anything to go by. He quietly opened the sliding glass door open and shut it just as silently after him.

Running to her window, he vaulted in and grabbed a change of underwear -bra and panties-, a button up blouse, and a skirt that matched the color. As he was collecting the items, he noticed Meagan's cell on the desk, and crossed one potential problem off his list. Folding the clothing up as small as he could, he stuffed them into the backpack and jumped back out.

He made his way back inside without getting caught and went into the kitchen. Time to put his plans into effect.

He saw her standing over the stove, all four burners on with different delicious smelling things that she was masterfully stirring to perfection. He noticed that the oven was also on, so that probably meant a roast of some kind.

"Mom, I'm going over to Marlon's house to lend him a few games. I should be back before dinner."

"Okay dear, have fun", she said absentmindedly, her attention still focused on on the stove.

He gave his mother a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, which brought a smile to her face, and said, "I love you mom, be back soon."

As soon as he shut the front door behind him, Kohl bolted over to Jeminia's house to drop the letters off, hoping that her mother was back from work by now, before he went to Marlon's house. He did actually have a few games to deliver to his friend, so he hadn't actually lied to his mother, which made him happy.

As he ran, he noticed a moving truck being unloaded into the only empty house on the block across the street from them, about five houses down the way. The person living there previously had left about a month ago; an old human, by the name of Dwayne Jacobs, wanted to move somewhere that didn't have weather that shifted about like a music playlist. He had been a nice enough fellow, but he had his moments where he was the stereotypical crotchety old man. He often complained about the evershifting weather that was common place in south-eastern Texas -and how much the constant changes in humidity wreaked havoc on his knees and hips-, and said that he was moving to a place that had more uniform climate.

He noticed a trio of giraffe, two adults -a male and female-, and a teenage girl. He only gave them the briefest of glances, not really observing anything of note as he ran by, but was still courteous enough to wave hello as he blazed his trail. He still had a mission to complete before he could put his mind on anything else.

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The young auburn haired human held her skunkette lover close. They had been awake for a few minutes, both rousing slowly from the most pleasant nap that either could remember. They said nothing; the only sound that broke the silence in the room was the soft breathing of the pair as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes. But they knew it couldn't last. One of them, or something outside the room would eventually break the silence.

"What does this make us, Meagan?", Jeminia finally said, as her brow creased with worry. She was scared. Very scared. If this got out, if the kids at school found out that she and Meagan had had sex...she wasn't sure that she would be able to live through something like that.

Meagan just looked at her best friend. Jeminia had known her since she was a little over seven years old, that means they had known each other for a little over a decade. Friends for eleven years...how many people can say that? Eleven years of friendship, and it had been a solid friendship. They had their little arguements; everyone does at one time or another. They had made up of course. The fights had been inconsequential; little things. Things like...Wow. She honestly couldn't remember any of their little tiffs and spats. They had been so...forgetable.

She reached a hand out and caressed Jeminia's ear, smiling as she watched the skunkette's eyes lose focus and flutter shut. As she continued her ministrations, she whispered, "It makes us friends still, I hope. Other than that, it doesn't really make us anything. I love you Jemi. I always have. I always will. Whether it's the love of a valued and trusted friend and sister, or that of a lifemate, it's all the same to me.

"We have been friends for as long as I can remember", she said, leaning forward and planting a soft, chaste kiss on her friends lips before continuing, "I don't care what kind of friendship we have, just so long as we stay friends in some way."

"But", she stuttered hesitantly, pulling away from Meagan, her body tensing up as she began to really worry, "are we gay? Am I a lesbian; are you one?"

"I don't know", she said, a curious look on her face, "I don't think so. I dont like other girls, just you. Do you? Like other girls I mean. When you see the other girl's in the locker room, do you get all hot and wet?"

"U-um, no. The other girls don't really give me any feelings at all...So I guess that doesn't make me gay either. I-I, well, that is, I kind of...like...a boy from school. But, he's kind of...you know..."

"What, taken?"

"W-well, I think so? I'm not really sure. That's not what I meant though. He's-"

Oh my God!", Meagan squealed, covering her mouth with her hand, "He's gay isnt he?"

"What!? N-no! No, no no, th-that's not it! It, I mean he's, uh, well he's kind of -"

"Jeez! Jemi, hurry up and tell me what's up with him then! The suspense is killing me!"

"I'm trying, but you keep interrupting me! Now hush! He's just younger than me! There, I said it!"

Meagan looked over at Jeminia, who looked kind of a mixture of a little angry and embarressed. 'She like a younger guy? Since when!? Wait, she like a guy, period? Since When!? Who!?' Before the silence could crush Jeminia under it's increasing weight, Meagan almost screamed out her question.

"Well!? Who is it? Don't leave me hanging here! Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me, please!", she begged piteously.

Jeminia looked up at her friend, reeling from the fact that the only thing her friend was interested in was the identity of her crush.

"Meagan! Don't you care that he's younger than us?!"

The red-head gave her a blank look, before she raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why? Is he, like, ten or something? Cuz that would be soooo weird...and kinky...and kinda hot", she said with a lecherous leer and a wink.

"Eeww! No way, he's not that young! He's in the same year as Kohl!"

"Oh my God! I swear, that year has some of the yummiest guys! I mean, have you seen O'Shea? He has got to have the most perfect ass of anyone in the school! Girls included!"

Jeminia looked at her friend in sheer confusion, her right ear straight up with her left cocked down but erect, and her head tilted to the side. Her eyebrows match her ears and her jaw was dropped open. There they were, having a serious conversation about the nature of their relationship, and now they were talking about some guy's butt? Did she cum herself stupid earlier, was that it?

"So wait, You like guys too? Does that make us, what, bi?"

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever, doesn't matter. Tell me his name! C'mon, you can't keep this a secret! Do I have to beg?!"

"So you like boys, and girls?"

"Eh?", Meagan asked, wondering what she was talking about.

"You like guys, and girls too? That means bi right?"

"What? No, I don't like girls. I like you, and it has nothing to do with you being a girl. If you were you, and, like, a guy, I'd still want to be with you and know you and all that. The fact that you're a girl doesn't really factor in, you know? I do have to say though", she said, that leer of hers making a comeback as she palmed both of the skunkette's breasts and gave the full and firm mounds a couple gentle squeezes, "Your tits are magnificent!"

"Stop that!", she squealed as she batted the human's hands away playfully, the action still getting a few giggles out of her. She petulantly covered her bosom, preventing Meagan from doing it again. "Leave the Ivory Peaks alone!"

"Oh my God! That is so cute! You named your boobies!"

"Stop teasing me!", Jeminia whined, still giggling a bit. She loved this about Meagan. Whenever she was in a bad mood, or sad, or things got too serious, the red-head defused the situation easily and could almost always make her laugh about it. Like now.

"Are you going to tell me who the mysterious mystery boy is, or am I gonna have to get rough with ya'z?", she said in an very unconvincing mobster accent. Her hands were making lobster-claw motions and her eyes and mouth were set in that horrible, evil, -slightly arousing- leer was practically carved onto her face. That those pincer like hands were slowly inching their way to her still arm-covered breasts crumbled any resolve she had for holding out any longer.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you if you promise not to grope me. Deal?"

Meagan stopped the progression of her hands and tilted her head in thought for a moment. "Okay, Deal", she replied with a nod, "but I reserve the right to massage and caress as I see fit. Where I see fit."

"Fine", Jemi huffed as she rolled her eyes. she lowered her arms to her lap and, as she was about to tell Meagan who her crush was, when the lithe girl palmed her rack with slowly increasing pressure, and massaged gently.

"It isn't groping", Meagan said at her friend's hard look, "I'm just massaging them; the muscles on your chest looked a little sore, so I thought i'd give them a little massagie. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't feel good!"

"It does", she grudgingly agreed as her friend continued to play with her boobies.

"See? Now then, you were about to tell your bestest best friend who your yummy crush is."

"It's", she began hesitantly, in a voice above a whisper, causing her friend to lean in closer.

"Yyyyeeeesssss?", she asked, drawing the word out comically, still leaning in, still massaging a handful (and then some) of beautiful boob. With a sigh, Jeminia finally told her what she wanted to know.

"Marlon."

"Wow. Wait, Marlon? Really?"

"Yes", she said through grit teeth, her ears practically on fire with embarressment, "Marlon."

"Kohl's friend Marlon? The mouse anthro?"

"Yes!", she yelled, slapping Meagan's hands away from her breasts, "THAT Marlon! How many other Marlon's do you know? I know he's never gonna look my way-"

She was interrupted from starting a pity party -with a guest list of one- by two soft warm arms surrounding her, hugging her lovingly while rubbing her back.

"Shh", Meagan murmured, trying to once again calm her easily excitable friend back down, "I wasn't trying to tease you. I was just surprised is all. You didn't give any clues as to who you liked, I mean none at all, so when you said you liked Marlon -who we've known for at least five years- it took me for a bit of a loop. Sorry."

"S'okay", Jemi replied as she melted herself into her friend's embrace. "Y-you don't disapprove...do you?"

Meagan giggled a bit and said, "God no! That boy is pure hunk! He's so hot it should be outlawed!"

The two shared a giggle fit and just held each other close, delighting in the calming presence they gave each other.

"Hey", Meagan whispered to Jemi after a few minutes of comfortable silence, "do you think we could, like, I don't know...share him?"

"What!?"

Any possible response she could have made was interrupted by the chiming of the door bell.

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Another one done. yay. About the same word count as the first one, give or take a hundred.