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A/N: Thanks for checking out my story! Just letting everyone know Acara is my character so please don't use her with out my permission. Also, all lyrics are Nine Inch Nails lyrics! I did not create them.

Today was the day. The day to end all days. The most wonderful day to ever exist and Acara was ecstatic. She sat at her kitchen table, fur on end and tail sticking straight up, as she poured her cereal into her mouth. Her body was shaking, and her green eyes were open wide. The feline could barely contain herself.

Acara had waited over half a year for this. It was finally the date of the Nine Inch Claws concert, her favorite band in the entire world. The only bad part was she had eleven hours to waste until the band took the stage. The number one time waster the cat could think of was taking a shower. So into the bathroom she ran.

The feline practically ripped off her PJ's from her excitement and she took a flying leap into the steaming hot water. The heat managed to calm her down some, which let Acara take her time lathering up her fur. She had to look perfect for tonight. As her paws moved further down her body, working the shampoo in, she slightly brushed at the area between her legs. The cat purred and did it again. A cat-like grin appeared on her face when an idea crossed her mind. Still covered in soap studs, Acara laid down on the floor of the bathtub with the showerhead in her hand. She moved the running water over her vagina and gasped. "Oh god, this is going to be so awesome."

She wasted no time in slipping a finger inside of her while she bombarded her clit with water. The feline arched her hips up from both sensations and let out small mews. Her fantasies quickly turned to Nine Inch Claws front man, Trent Fuzzner. Ever since she was introduced to the band, she had an irrational attraction to the singer. "I'd give him my virginity in a half a millisecond!" She had said to her friends on more then one occasion.

Acara imagined Trent and her in some random bed. He was on top of her, wearing nothing but his boxers, and she wore nothing. He was thrusting against her, teasing her, and all the feline could do in response was moan. The canine had her completely in his power, and she was more then willing to submit. Somewhere in the fantasy, the calico cat started imaging the NIC song 'Closer' in the background. It made the scene so much hotter, as the musician ripped off his boxers and thrust himself with out mercy inside of her. Acara's body was going rigged as she neared closer to orgasm. Her fur stood on end as she began to move her paw as fast as she could, the water still beating down on her.

The feline was just about over the edge when she noticed something. She wasn't imagining 'Closer' being played. It really was playing. She slowly glared across the shower to stare into two mischievous yellow eyes looking back at her. "NATHAN!" Acara was on her feet and on top of the Panther in a flash. The boom box he was holding fell and the music stopped. "I can't fucking believe you! You are so dead!" Her paws were around the black cats neck trying to strangle him.

"Ew, I have a wet pussy on top of me," the panther giggled, "You know how I feel about that. I told you more then once I don't like that hun. Better get that Trenty-poo of yours to help you out." This earned him a prompt slap across the face.

Acara jumped back into the shower and pulled the curtain in front of her. "Get out of the bathroom before I slit your throat!" She hissed. The feline heard some shuffling and the door closing. She checked to make sure he was gone, and then let out a sign. "God dammit," she mumbled as she quickly finished up her shower. She never got to finish!

Once she washed all the soap off her, she shut off the water and dried off her fur. The calico cat kept the scowl on her face as she went into her bedroom to look for some clothes to wear. She completely ignored the panther sitting on her bed. Acara carefully went though her closet, looking for the perfect thing to wear to the concert. After a good 10 minutes of deciding, she finally settled on a pair of tight leather jeans and a tight black shirt with chains for straps. The cat stripped off her towel right in front of Nathan and put her clothes on.

"Well, well, well!" Nathan giggled, "Look whose not wearing any panties!"

"I'm seriously going to hurt you!" Acara glared at the panther. "Its too hot in these things to wear underwear." She gave him the finger and turned back to the mirror to make sure she looked ok. "How's it look?" She spun around and faced Nathan. The black made her white fur and the tan spot around her right eye stand out.

"Hot enough to almost turn me straight," the panther joked. It seemed Acara was slowly forgiving him, because she didn't try to kill him for the answer. "So how about we get some food before we party like rock stars tonight?" The calico cat nodded and hopped over to the front door of her apartment.

Even though she was out wasting time with Nathan, Acara still felt like time was moving at a babies pace. They went out and got sushi, then wondered around the city of Boston. But as usual, there was nothing interesting to do. When it was finally time to go to the arena, the calico cat was near ready to jump out of her fur. "Do you think they'll play 'Big Dog with a Gun'?" Her eyes went wide, "Or 'Reptile'?" People were beginning to stare at her on the T. "Maybe they'll do 'The Fragile.' I love that song!"

Nathan put his head in his paw and shook his head. "Acara, save your energy for after the concert!" It took a moment for the feline to realize what he meant. "I could tell you what their playing you know." He finally said, "But you won't let me!"

"It has to be a surprise!" The feline crossed her arms, "Its no fun to know what they are going to play!" Their stop came and the two friends jumped off the train. "And plus, then if they play a song I really like, it will be that much better!" She gave him a cat like grin.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess I got to ruin everything for my self." He winked at her and the two laughed. When they got to the front of the arena there was still a short line, which was perfect. It didn't take long for them to hand in their tickets and get their spot, front of the stage, dead center.

Acara clung on to the bar in front of her for dear life. Nothing would make her move. Her body was ridged, and she completely stopped talking as she waited. It wouldn't be much longer now; there was only 15 more minutes until the band took the stage. "Soon, soon, soon!" The cat kept repeating out loud. More and more furs were entering the arena, and 5 minutes to show time the place was packed. The two managed to keep their spot in front of the stage, even though there was a lot of pushing and shoving around them.

Finally the lights dimmed and the first chords of 'Help Me I'm in Hell' rung out over the audience. Acara screamed, her eyes going wide as the band took the stage. Where was he? The introduction ended, and the song 'March of the Pigs' started with a bang. Then, there he was, running out on stage. Trent Fuzzner was standing right in front of her. Shoulder length black hair, tight sleeveless shirt with fishnet over it, leather pants and boots. The calico cat was practically foaming out the mouth for the longhaired Weimaraner.

The feline couldn't help it. After her shock ended she completely gave herself over to the music. She screamed out the lyrics louder, and head banged harder then Nathan had ever seen. While he was thoroughly enjoying the show, he was to busy zoning in on a sexy coral snake not to far away. After about the eighth song a gate came down in front of the stage and the lights turned a dark red. Nathan knew what was coming, and knew that Acara was probably going to have a spontaneous orgasm the moment Trent began to sing.

The panther was almost right. The moment the electronic drumbeat filled the air the calico cat froze and stared at the stage wide eyes. Closer! She didn't care how over played the song had become, it was still one of her favorites. "You let me violate you..." Trent completely changed his presence, his entire body screamed sex. Sweat dripped off his entire body as he slowly made his way toward the gate blocking him from the audience. "I want to fuck you like an animal." He grabbed the gate and thrust against it, causing the fans to scream. "I want to feel you from the inside." The dog started climbing up, reaching his hand though the holes as if he were trapped and trying to escape. Acara thought she was going to explode.

Right before the band went into the second chorus, the feline swore her and Trent locked eyes. She felt it. For that split second she felt like the entire audience was frozen aside from her and Trent. She thought he smiled right before he turned away and began singing.

The rest of the concert seemed to go by to fast. By the end, Acara was still on a high from that small moment. She tried telling Nathan, but of course he didn't believe her. The panther had to drag her out of the arena because she was still so in shock from the show. "It was so amazing..." she kept repeating. "Did you hear all the bass, oh man! And he was so hot! So hot!" She was drooling.

"Yeah, it was good," was all Nathan said. "Listen, I hate to burst your bubble, but there was this hot coral snake I was eyeing. Do you mind...?"

"No go ahead, the T should be here soon." The cat gave him an evil grin. She knew how he had an instant boner when it came to reptiles. He asked her again if she was sure and the cat told him to go for it. When Nathan ran off in the direction the snake went in, Acara sighed. That was one of the best shows she had seen. A mischievous grin crossed her lips. Nathan hated waiting after a show to try and meet the performers. Acara on the other hand, loved it. The panther was gone. With out a moment's hesitation she was back across the street and making her way behind the arena to the stage door. There was a huge group of people there already, so the feline just stayed back and sat on the curb.

Like always, the group thinned out, leaving just the people that were the hardcore fans. One by one, the band members came out and signed autographs. Acara stayed out of the way, while she wanted to talk to them, she really didn't want to take up their time. An hour past, then two hours, and there was still no sign of the singer. The calico cat was the only one left, and was more then a little bit on edge. It was 2 in the morning, and she was alone. After another half hour, the feline reluctantly gave up. "Oh well..." Now she had to walk all the way back to her apartment by herself since the T stopped running for the night. "This sucks."

The walk was going to talk a good 40 minutes. Luckily she just had to walk straight down Com. Ave. The calico cat shoved her hands in her pocket and walked quickly. She was nervous being out this late by herself. Acara kept thinking that she should have just went home after the show, and this whole idea was stupid. But there was nothing that could be done to change it now. Whenever she was out late, the feline felt like she was being followed. And now was no exception. "Fuck," she hissed as she speed up her pace. "I'm so stuuupid!" She compulsively scanned the area, looking for anyone that was out walking around.

Acara was almost to her apartment when she noticed someone staggering down the sidewalk in front of her. "Crap," she hissed. She was about to cross the street, when she realized the fur looked familiar. "Someone from school?" She asked herself. It wasn't to uncommon to see someone from Berklee wondering around late at night drunk off his or her asses. Curious, she took a few steps foreword. The feline could tell it was a guy, and now could see he was wearing fishnets and leather pants. The feline froze. She knew exactly who that was! It was Trent Fuzzner! "Oh my god! Oh my god!" What should she do? Should she talk to him? Help him? Ignore him? Her heart was beating ten times as fast as it should and she was feeling a bit light headed.

Trent knew someone was behind him. He turned around to see, but the alchohol flowing though his veins made whatever it was a white blur. "What do you want?" He managed to get out of his mouth. Whatever it was that was standing there wasn't moving. "Helllloooo?" He said again, getting confused.

He was talking to her! Acara couldn't believe it. Drunk or not, Trent Fuzzner just spoke to her! "H...Hi..." She walked towards him, finally making up her mind to talk to the musician. This was a once in a lifetime chance. When Acara finally got close, she realized what bad condition he was in. The canine had blood shot eyes, and looked pretty sick. He obviously drank too much and took a few drugs along with it. "Are you ok?" She asked shyly.

The dog blinked a few times. The white mass changed into a calico cat. A not bad looking calico cat. He looked her up and down, noticing her leather pants and chain-strap shirt. She looked familiar some how. "Yeah." He responded. Suddenly, the singer had a wonderful idea. He had no idea where he was, and was tired. And this cat was pretty hot. "Hey... do you have a bed?"

What the hell was that? Acara had no idea how to respond. "A bed...?" The dog nodded. "You mean, like to sleep?" Now he was looking at her like she was crazy. "Yeah... I have a bed..." Acara stared blankly. The feline was shaking from nerves, and was unsure how to act around the dog.

"Cool, where is it." He wrapped his arm around the frozen feline and nudged her the way she was originally walking. Acara was too star struck to resist.