One Thing I Could Never Own Chapter one
This is a story set in the time when furries can only mate with same furry of spieces, like a red wolf with a red wolf. We follow notorious ex-thief Heather as she tries to take down the big boss of a local Thieves group who also happens to be her father. She has to work along side her oldest friend, and the cop who arrested, Brock. they plan to bring her father down, but will they cause a upraise. IM sorry its short im trying to make them longer.
Chapter 1
Heather her home. The light shines through her windows. She picked up a pack of smokes and took on out. Her arms laced in tattoos, burns and old suicide scars. She lite her smoke as her tail took the package and sat it down. She looked towards the male red wolf in her room and raised a brow.
"So Brock,Why are you in my room again? Last time you were here it was 1981." The white leopard managed a smile at the male.
"Hmm. Yes i believe after your mother's party, you and me snuck up stairs and made alil fun ourselves" the wolf laughs a little at his comment. "i am sorry to come over on short notice but i needed to talk to you"
"I got a feeling this a buisness trip. shoot it out quickly" She takes a puff of her smoke, staring at him with her cool blue eyes. Giving him a look of pure seductiveness.
"Well Heather, We need your skills" He spoke cooly as he looked at her.
"Oh? And since when does the Furry Police Department need this ex crimnal's experience?" She smiled a little at him.
"You still mad at me about the whole sleep with you then arrested you for the theft?"
"Brock we've been friends since we were children. I don't blame you for arresting me. I didn't put up a fight and pleaded guilty. I was just sorry it had to be you to take me down. Now what is the job?"
"Heather you may not like this job but we will need you for it. You are the only one we can ask to help us" His voice harsh and rough as he spoke.
She turned to look at him as realization grew on her face."You better not be going after who I think your are going after"
Brocks nods and looks at her. " Mikail Panthera-Uncia, head of the Thieves of Boston and your father, Heather Panthera-Uncia.*
She looks at him in shock. "What makes you think i can help?"She walks to him. Her eyes glowing.
"He's your father Heather. We need to bring him in." He saw the hurt in her eyes but he couldnt help her. " Please Heather"
"I will help Brock but i expect to be left alone afterwards" She saw the look of sadness in his eyes but he nods to her.
"Brock.... never mind. Let me get some cloths and stuff" She goes to change. *putting on a black bra and Tank top that compliments her breasts. As she puts some low cut jeans on she sees her picture of her and Brock at the old house. Her mother in the background with her father. She stares at the picture for a bit before remembering that day.
Her mother always told her that mother hated her father but it was decided long ago by the courts of furries that furries can only marry speices of their own kind, like jaguars to jaguar and wolves with wolves. Her mother always questioned way it was that way, since her mother loved Brock's father.
She was so into her memory she didnt hear Brock come in. He could see in her eyes what was going on."Heather? Amara, your mother, Wouldn't want you to not do this. She knew what you father was and she tried to protect you."
"And she died for it and failed. Brock i will do everything in my power to bring that bastard down." Her eyes glazed in anger. Brock touches her face gently.
"She didnt fail or otherwise you be back in jail still. But you are right about bringing him down" She grabs a gun loads it and stuff it in her shoe. "Heather thats not nessessary"
"I refuse to go in with no protection. One good thing about my old man is he taught me everything he knew." She looked at Brock but before she could react he got up and kissed her, his paws caressing her face and his touch light and smooth.
Her body brings his close. Their tongues mingle in eachothers maws.His paws slide to her ass and with a quick movement, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. His tongue slithered out of her mouth and licked over her breast. Her moans subtle at first but grew with each enticing lick. He slides off her shirt and peels her bra up to better lick at the breasts underneath. His hands start to unbuckle her pants.
The radio starts to fuzz on. "Deputy Rufus. come in"
They both look at eachother and laugh before he goes to answer the Radio. "This is him. go ahead."
"We has a situation."she continues to speak in codes which
"On our way"Brock looks at her and she looks back wondering what has happened." A muder at a theft scene. It seems you father wanted to send you a message."
"What are you talking about?" She stands up as he speaks calmly to her.
"Ray Pardus was murdered" Her face went from shock to pure horror.