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Rain tapped against the windows of the local coffee shop that was nestled in the woods of Silverton Valley. The town was named after its large silver mine that had been milked for all it was worth back in the day; but now the mine was dead and dried up from all the years of constant pick injuries it had to put up with. Large cities of trees towered over the small town and provided shade for the beachgoers down near the ocean that spent their days swimming or having picnics on the beach. It's what everyone would have been doing if the rain hadn't decided to rear it's ugly head.

I wouldn't have been down there with everyone anyway, even if it was the most beautiful day of all time! I preferred to have my nose shoved into the crisp pages of a book; which is exactly what I was doing. A rainy day was a blessing to those who stayed indoors most of the time, and that applied to me. The coffee shop wasn't large by any means, but it was spacious enough to be comfy. Being feline only boosted the comfort zone factor.

My name is David Strove and I've been living in Silverton Valley for seventeen years. I had turned twenty-five only a few days ago and was celebrating another notch in the belt of life by reading my birthday present. Most of what I read was online due to its explicit nature, but that didn't mean I was unable to enjoy something that wasn't completely smut. Romances were my biggest weakness. I'm also very open about my orientation due to my early years or personal experimentation. The saying is that 'Curiosity killed the cat' and that is true to a certain degree, but I'm no mere house cat. I'm a cougar.

Not the cougars that you see around in bars attempting to take a young piece of meat with them for the night, or several, but the cougars with black tipped ears, tails and paws along with the two streaks of black that cuff the sides of their muzzles, and rich pelts of varying shades of brown. My own pelt was a darker brown, almost the same shade as coffee grinds. My eyes were a modest hazel color to compliment the brown. The reactions on that were mixed.

Normally I would walk around in a short sleeved shirt and some loose blue jeans, but since my brain had been in paranoid mode earlier, I had decided to wear a red jacket too. People told me that I was overly paranoid at times, but hey, at least I'm not wet. The jeans didn't change, and a pair of Puma's. I know; the irony is so thick that you could melt it down and make it into its own brand of syrup, but the shoes were comfy and I was all about comfort.

I picked up my mug which had been smoking lazily on a glass coffee table in front of me and took a tentative sip, trying not to scald my lips. Once again, I'm paranoid; sue me. The familiar dark flavor rolled down my throat, warming my chest and stomach as it made its journey south. There was nothing better in my mind than reading a well written book while enjoying my favorite beverage on a rainy day. Most buildings radiated warmth during rainy days like an intoxicating cologne, and this day was no different. I shut the book as I reached the end of the latest chapter. I was a speed reader and if I didn't take my time I would be done with my present before the day was even over!

The thought of returning home popped into my head, but the cozy spectrum of my brain quickly beat it into submission. Why leave when I have coffee? The bell perched at the top of the doorframe jingled, causing my ears to flick. Upon turning my head, I felt my jaw slightly drop at the sight in front of me. In the doorway stood a raccoon dressed in a black and grey jacket and dark blue jeans. The jacket was decorated with an ornately designed S placed on the left breast and had a large button up collar that made up the front section of the hood. His eyes shone a deep amber, like the calming scene of the setting sun, and his mouth was warped into a small smirk. Dark spots dotted his attire, caused by the pouring rain raging just outside. I looked down and discovered that he was wearing open toed sandals.

I guess he didn't mind getting a little wet. Somehow, that thought was strangely arousing to me....

Shaking my head, I banished the mental image and took another sip from my steamy coffee mug, my eyes still lingering on the raccoon. His bushy ring-tail swayed in an almost seductive manner as he walked up to the counter where Janice, the human owner of the shop, stood with a smile.

"Hello there!" she exclaimed, smoothing out the dark green apron that hugged her plump body and pushing a lock of brown curly hair out of her eyes. "What would you like today?"

The raccoon casually set an arm onto the table and slouched forward, providing me with a nice view of his toned rear. My face suddenly grew hot and I tried to focus on my coffee.

"Just a dark cup of coffee with plenty of cream." he replied, his voice filled with the mirth of a young man. Due to my calculations based on the sound of his voice and his body shape...I assumed he was in his early twenties. That comment about wanting plenty of cream sent little alarms off in my head. My gaydar had never been top-notch, but I could have been right about him; or maybe my mind was in the gutter. Hard to tell.

Janice kept her smile and gave him a nod. "Will that be a large , medium, or a small?"

"A large please."

My eye twitched at that comment, my mind was instantly filled with images of large, cream filled...

Gah! The innuendos! The imagery! My brain!

The thud of a coffee mug hitting a counter top somehow broke through the barriers of horny mini-mes running around in my head fondling each other. Perhaps I should see a counselor... I dared to turn my head and was greeted by a warm smile on the face of a raccoon and amber eyes that seemed to lock -my- eyes in place. My brain froze up as my mental dictionary suddenly went up in a flash of flames. Thankfully, he broke the silence for me.

"Hey; do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to mine. All the chairs in the coffee shop were large, red swivel chairs that had a half egg shape to them. I always wanted to ask Janice why she bought them, but I always forgot to. I continued to stare at his amber eyes for a few moments before coming out of my daze.

"Sure," I replied as calmly as I could, taking another sip of my coffee while I kept staring at his beautiful eyes. He didn't seem to take notice though and sat down with a sigh, leaning back into the chair and taking a sip of his own coffee. We sat like that for about three minutes before he looked over at me, set his cup down and extended one slim, black paw.

"Name's Antonio." he said as his tongue slid out to briefly wet his lips.

I grasped his paw in my own and gently shook it, amazed at how smooth and warm it was. "David." Our paws separated and mine suddenly felt cold, so I stuffed it into one of my jacket pockets. "Are you new to town? I don't think I've ever seen you around before..."

Antonio gave me another warm smile, clapping both of his paws together. "I blend in well when I want to. I've been here for about a week or so. Taking in the sights, meeting with old friends....enjoying the local brew." One of those slim black paws grasped his cup and lifted it up to his lips. My mind was running the perverted movie reel again. A film where Antonio was seated in the middle of a circle made up of the local male villagers, stroking and sucking them off one by one and savoring their own 'brew'. Cue insta-boner!

With a cough I readjusted myself while Antonio set down his coffee. "Well I hope that you find it enjoyable...I certainly do."

That drew a chuckle from the raccoon. "It's alright...I've had better though."

"Don't let Janice hear you say that." I said, a frown marring my features. "This shop is her life. It's the only reason she stays here anymore...."

"I meant no disrespect; just making an observation is all."

I gave Antonio a curt nod. Janice had been around Silverton before I had even moved here. Everyone in town knew her story; so much that it was almost a section in the tourist brochure. The coffee shop had been owned by her parents. They ran it for years until Janice's mother died of a heart attack. Soon afterwards, her father took his own life and left his daughter all alone with the family business. A deep sense of respect and pity ran through the citizens in town, who were always eager to offer her help when she needed it. Being the only human in town only increased her sense of isolation, but everyone tried to make her feel at home.

The world wasn't entirely populated by my kind. Millions of humans still populated the world, ranging from the wealthy to the poverty stricken. None lived in Silverton other than Janice though. Few came to visit, but they never stayed.

My mind had started to drift off when a loud buzzing caught my attention. Antonio pulled out his phone and flashed me an apologetic smile.

"Hello?" His smile slowly faded as he sat and listened to whomever was on the other end of the phone, his feet tapping against the floor. Gone was the cheerful face that had been put on display moments ago, replaced by a look of focus and worry. "Yeah...yeah I'll be there in five minutes." He snapped the phone shut and let that smile slip back onto his face. "Sorry David but something just came up. It was nice talking to you."

I merely gave him a shrug, a little disappointed to see him go so soon. "It was nice talking to you too. Good luck with...whatever it is you're off to do."

Antonio gave me a wink, mirth slipping back into his expression. "Thanks. I'll see you around soon okay?" The raccoon stood up, flipped his hood over his head, and walked out the door, heading into the pounding rain once again. I let out a sigh and reached out to pick up my book, but stopped when I saw what looked to be a cough drop sitting on top of it. Unlike a cough drop however, the object was a black color, identical to the shade of black licorice. Antonio must have left it for me...But why would he? Was he being friendly or attempting to drug me? We had only just met, so I doubt he wanted to rape me, not like I would mind....

Damn it brain!

I picked the candy up from my book and popped it into my mouth. Now they give certain candies the label of electrifying to attract attention because they know someone is going to buy it just to see if it's really electrifying or not. This candy however, lived up to that description. It wasn't a painful feeling, but a soothing electrical current that ran throughout my entire body and coated my tongue with the taste of blackberries. A sweet, cold liquid poured out of the candy as my sharp teeth punctured the outer shell; running down my throat and washing away the taste of the dark coffee that I had been enjoying all day.

Whatever this stuff was, it was fucking good! I wondered where Antonio had gotten such a thing. He obviously wasn't from around here, so he must have bought it back in his hometown. I made a mental note to ask him about it the next time I ran into him. With that new taste in my mouth there's no way I could have continued reading my birthday present. Deciding that I had enough coffee for one day, I picked up my book and headed for the door, giving Janice a smile on the way out before I was assaulted by rain drops. Drops my ass, more like bullets shot from guns wielded by the Gods... Unlike Antonio's jacket, mine didn't come with a hood. This was going to be a long walk...

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Being feline made the walk in the rain far less pleasant than it would normally be for any other species. We didn't obtain that wet dog smell that canines received from coming into contact with water, but there was a quality that made water unpleasant to us. I tossed off my soaking jacket as soon as I walked through the door of the home that I shared with my two best friends, Mark and Alice. Mark and Alice were both ferrets who were also brother and sister. I had met them when I moved into town and needless to say we formed a bond of sorts. My perception of them molded into the siblings I never had. Moving in with them was a definite boon to our friendship. They didn't have to struggle with paying the bills and I didn't have to sleep in the local saw-mill next to the rusty blades. It was a win-win situation for everyone!

The house was a modest two story that sat alongside the main road cutting through Silverton. Tourists usually flooded the road during the summer, leaving behind trash and pocket change that had attempted suicide. Other homes occupied spaces across the street; some small and some large, but never anything intricate in design.

A pleasured sigh escaped my lips as the scent of rum candles swarmed into my nostrils. Three of them were placed throughout the living room, sitting on the glass coffee table, on top of the piano, and on the fireplace hearth. Flames crackled amongst the stone and added extra illumination to the room. I kicked off my shoes and stopped to enjoy the soft carpet beneath me before heading into the kitchen. The carpet was replaced by cold white tile that spanned the entire room. A round, wooden table rested on the left side of the room while a refrigerator and a sink that connected to another rectangular table that took up about one third of the room. Cabinets sat above the table, just waiting for someone to forget their existence and smack their head against one of them; an experience I had gone through many times mind you....

I focused my attention on the fridge and spotted a fuzzy black tail sticking outwards from a waist resting on top of two thin legs. An admittedly cute rear shook back and forth as the owner of said buttocks rummaged through the fridge, muttering curses under his breath. Mark was up to his daily food search again; most likely attempting to locate the jar of pickles that he repeatedly misplaced on a daily basis. Some people were addicted to drugs, others to smoking, and some to sex; but Mark was addicted to pickles in a way I could never fathom. Anything that was a pickle or was pickled would be shoved down his throat seconds after he layed eyes on it. The memories of taking a vacation to Germany with him, where most of the food was pickled, were....nightmarish.

"Looking for your fix again Mark?" I asked as I moved closer to the ferret.

"Of course I am! What did you think I was searching for, chocolate?" he replied, not moving from his spot in front of the fridge.

"Is it too much to hope for?"

"Yes! Nothing will make me give up my delicious pickles! Nothing!"

"Well...Perhaps Alice hid them again? You know how she likes to deprive you of all the joys of life." My voice was thick with sarcasm as I leaned against the kitchen table, paying extra attention to the cabinets perched precariously above, ready to smack me in the head at any given moment. Mark backed out of the fridge and stood to his full height, a decent 5'10. Black fur covered the majority of his body except for his head, which was covered by white fur, save for the black fur mask that wrapped across his light blue eyes. A pair of grey sweat pants covered his legs while a black t-shirt hid his slim body. He tilted his head slightly to the side, which was the equivalent of a single eyebrow raise.

"You know just as well as I do that Alice would never touch my pickles. She hates them; makes her think of phalluses."

"Yes yes I know all about her strange phobia of dicks." I said, holding my paws up in front of me. Alice was a lesbian, something that her brother and I accepted full-heartedly, due to her fear of penis'. The story was that when she was little, she almost died from choking on a hotdog during a family cookout. As she grew older, the amount of dangerous objects she could compare penis' to increased. She had compared them to loaded guns, cannons, javelins, and even nightsticks. At times, when I ate hotdogs around her, I ate them in the most sexual way possible just to mess with her. It was a running joke that we all shared for years and Alice never took it too badly.

Before Mark could request my aid in his quest to locate his missing pickles, I felt a weight press down on me and two paws wrap around my eyes.

"Guess who!" a cheery female voice rang out that couldn't belong to anyone else than Alice herself.

"Hmmm...." I grinned. "Could it be Alice?"

"Aww....How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess." I shrugged, her weight still pressing down on my shoulders. The female ferret wasn't heavy by any means, but I wasn't a bodybuilder by any means either. I went to the gym twice a week to stay healthy, but never to bulk up on muscle. Alice's paws removed themselves from over my eyes and she jumped down off of me. I turned to give her a catty grin. She worse a pink tank top with a matching pair of tight black jeans to show off her feminine legs. Unlike her brother, Alice's entire body was composed of white fur. There wasn't a speck of black fur in sight. Her eyes were a deep red; the polar opposite of her brothers eyes.

"Were you two about to have sex? Because if you were I can just step out and grab the camera..." she said with a smile that only a sister could have. My fur bristled at the thought of having sex with Mark. I mean, I was gay, but that would be a tad awkward...Sex with your best friend did sound pretty hot though...

"No we were not just about to have sex!" Mark exclaimed, a red blush creeping onto his face, only visible in the white furred area outside of the black fur mask. While living with two gay people, Mark still couldn't decide which team he played for. So he took the approach that any sane person would and tried both teams. I think he was satisfied with sitting on the fence, but my logic had been flawed before...

"Oh?" Alice replied, her smile evolving into an evil grin. "I'll just write it down on the 'To-Do List then. We have to create those special moments and capture them forever you know..."

Mental images of Mark and I curled up on the couch in the nude sent a tingle down my spine. A fire would be going, the rum candles would be lit, and the lights would be turned off so the only thing providing any light would be the fire. Being a hopeless romantic constantly filled my head with scenes just like that....Curled up with a love one while you tenderly pepper their body with kisses while whispering sweet nothings into their ears....

Then Alice would come out of nowhere with the video camera, record the hot, steamy sex on the couch and then post it on some porn site for the entire world to see! She was evil like that...Her phobia still existed, but when she wanted to embarrass us it could be overcome.

"Anyway..." Mark said while coughing into his paw. "How was the daily visit to the coffee shop? Finish your book yet?"

The change of subject instantly relaxed me, and my growing erection as well. "I'm not even halfway through the book yet. Taking it slow you know?" Mark shut the fridge door, which had been standing open this entire time, and reached up to open one of the cabinets.

"Meet anyone interesting?" he asked as he tugged on one of the doors. Every cabinet in the house was stubborn. Some opened easily while others were a bitch to open. Mark had picked the bitchy one...

"Well....just some raccoon named Antonio. The shop was pretty empty today." I watched Mark struggle with the cabinet door, standing on his tip-toes to put all of his weight into opening the door.

"Was...he....hot?" he grunted as he strained, the lean muscles in his arm sticking out for us to see.

"....Kinda..." I muttered.

Mark's contest of strength with the cabinet door ended as it flung open and nailed him square in the nose. He let out a yelp and fell onto the floor, smacking the back of his head on the fridge door.

"Mark!" Alice slid over to her brother, her eyes wide with concern for her sibling, and picked him up off the floor. The dark furred ferret was wobbling back and forth in an attempt to keep his balance. A goofy grin was plastered onto his face and his tongue stuck out from one corner of his mouth.

"Haha...Pickle time is fun time....Oh yes Mr. Green, I would love another pickle stick!"

I smacked my face with one of my paws. The addiction to pickles was so strong in Mark that he often dreamed about them as well as things involving them! At times a solid knock to the head would set him off as if he were dreaming.

"I think Mark needs to lie down...." I groaned, my hazel colored eyes falling onto the nearby window and noticing that it was dark outside. "Well...." I yawned while stretching out like any feline would. "I'm going to go do the same...Goodnight Alice. Don't gag him this time okay?"

The white furred ferret grinned at me and gave me a devilish wink. "I make no promises..."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled before walking out of the kitchen and back into the living room. The stairs leading to the next level were placed about a foot in front of the door. My left paw gripped the railing as I slowly walked up the steps and took a left when I reached the top, arriving at my room. White walls greeted me as I flipped the lights on, then proceeded to vanish from sight as I pulled my shirt off over my head. My pants were the next thing to go, followed by the quick flip of the light switch. The room was instantly enveloped in darkness and I jumped into bed, pulling the covers over myself. I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes, letting the comforting quiet wash over me and lulling me to sleep.

Hope it doesn't rain again tomorrow....