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Slinking under the cover of the shadows, he kept to the old crumbling brick wall staying just out of the range of the old lantern lights that cast an almost eerie glow over this part of Rivertown. His ears flicking forward, picking up the slight scurry of Scampy the Ferret's feet as they lightly hit the wet pavement. Scampy was moving farther into Rivertown with each paw-step. And leading Puma further into a part of town he usually stayed well clear of........Rat's Row. For the hundredth time, Puma wondered why the hell he let Bear talk him into these messes.

It wasn't that the Rats were bigger than him, nor was it fact that they normally hunted in vicious packs. No, the thing that disgusted him the most was their appalling odor. They smelled like the sewers they hid in.

The fur along his neck stood on end, alerting him to the fact that he and Scampy were not the only ones in the alley. His tail flicked under the old canvas coat that shielded him from the light drizzle. The fur along his back raised, bristling at the new sound he'd picked up. Turning his head slightly to the left, his predator eyes searching the darkness, his nose raised, wrinkling as he took in the scent. Female! His eyes flashed quickly back to the fleeing Ferret, then darted back to the female form inching along the other side of the alley.

His alert eyes skimmed over the form hugging the far wall. Definitely female. Her ears were small, peeking out from a wealth of golden curls. Her body. Well, there was no mistaking that form for anything other than the curvy female she was. Even with the sloppy, over-sized raincoat, her shape was unmistakable to his keen eyes. Not to mention the delicate curve of her tail. He smiled, despite his surroundings and the odor drifting on the breeze.

Her tail had a decidedly nervous twitch, but she move stealthily after Scampy. Only to pause after a few silent steps, straightening her back, peering cautiously right then left, as if she sensed his presence, yet couldn't find him. Then, she tossed her head, as if she had dismissed his presence as threatening and she moved off into the darkness, following the Ferret with a stealth that he had to admire.

What the blazes was a female doing this deep in Rat's Row?...The thought flashed through his mind before he focused again on the ferret. Scampy was turning left into an even darker alley, showing no signs of slowing, and leading Puma deeper still into the maze of cardboard hide outs. And unfortunately, the female showed no sign of turning back and getting out of the area. She seemed bent on following the ferret where ever he lead. And right now, that was on a merry chase. And right into the heart of trouble.

Cursing Bear under his breath, Puma moved forward with the stealth of his heritage. His ears tracking the ferret, his eyes watching the crazy female. One thing about it, he had to admire her stealth. As he watched, she moved after the ferret with a grace and determination that he grudgingly admired, even though he thought she was behaving with sheer stupidity. Nothing could be so important to a female as to risk herself in this way. There weren't enough of the female cougars left in Rivertown or the surrounding area for one to foolishly risk her neck wandering around Rat's Row, and following a shady small time hood like Scampy.

Puma shook his head cursing his luck. He'd have to keep tabs on both the female and his quarry, Scampy. Bear was going to owe him big time for this. And he was keeping score. Hell, just for getting him mixed up in this mess, Bear was going to have to cough up the next six month tabs at Foxy's Coop.

Pulling his felt hat low, his whiskers dripping with rain, he pushed away from the wall, moving after the female and hoped Scampy wasn't heading to The Hole.

The side alley was darker, littered with stale trash and old boxes that smelled like the inside of the old out houses he remembered from his childhood. His sensitive nose twitched. His eyes watered. He held his breath trying not to take a deep breath -- he didn't dare. By the way the Female was pulling at her jacket, tugging it upwards, and attempting to cover the lower portion of her face, he knew she was fighting to keep the smells from assaulting her senses too. He hoped to hell she didn't sneeze. Moving faster, he followed stealthily behind the female, keeping both her and the ferret in sight.

Aaaaaahhhhoooo! Aaaaaacccccchhhooooo!

The muffled sound of two explosive sneezes ripped through the otherwise silent night.

Puma's heart jumped alarmingly. He cursed under his breath. Damning a certain Grizzly, promising a certain female a trip to Hades, and cursing himself for jinxing them both with the wayward thought.

Everything seemed to happen at once and in slow motion.

Puma made a run toward the female that suddenly seemed miles away, instead of a few feet.

The female froze and in slow motion slid her shapely body along the cold brick wall, trying to flatten an impressively shapely body against the wall nearest her.

The ferret wheeled around with lightening speed, raising something long and dark, pointing it in the female's direction until he caught a glimpse of Puma streaking toward them.

The dark object's directional change was smooth. The moonlight, picking that moment to peek from a now heavily cloudy sky only hinting of rain, glinted off the object and cast an eerie light over the three figures in the alley.

Metal! Shit, just what I need. The damn ferret was packing! The thought flashed through Puma's mind as his body reacted without thought. He rolled, sprang up, and zigzagged his way toward the ferret, all the while hoping the female would cower under the cover of the wall.

The metal flashed. The report of the shot echoed through the alley. Puma sprang up, leaping through the air, covering the distance with a speed that knocked the surprised ferret on his back before he had time to pull the trigger again. A flash of shapely leg appeared in Puma's peripheral vision seconds before a black-spiked-heel clad foot, attached to a shapely leg, connected with the gun still clutched in the ferret's hand. Both the ferret and Puma's eyes locked onto the female: the ferret's in disbelief and Puma's in a mixture of consternation and admiration.

Damn, the lady did have the sexiest legs. Puma shook his head, ran his paw around the back of his neck, and regained his senses before the ferret.

He snarled down at the ferret, his voice dangerously low and deceivingly soft, "Stay put, Scampy. This hasn't been my best night, and trust me, you don't want to push me any farther."

Scampy, froze at the tone of the cat's voice. It had been his bad luck to get on the cat's wrong side once and he was damn sure not going to repeat it again. He looked up at the large cat and tried to work up enough spit to speak.

"Surrrrre, Puma." Holding his paws outward, Scampy gave up trying to say more. His mouth had gone dryer and his heart was galloping around inside his chest. He swallowed and bobbed his head in the affirmative.

Placing one large paw on the ferret's chest, Puma turned his head prepared to deliver a few choice words to the female who had blown his cover.

"Well, thanks for messing things up!" she growled.

Puma's mouth dropped open. He stared up into her flashing emerald eyes. The old saying popped into his stunned brain. If looks could kill. Puma slowly stood up, keeping one well placed booted paw pressing down on Scampy's chest. Drawing himself up to his full height, he eyed the gun clutched in her slender hand as she waved the damn thing around like it was a lady's fan.

"I messed things up? Lady, I don't know what the blazes you're doing here, but I can tell you point blank that I've been trailing him," Puma's booted paw stabbed into Scampy's chest, "since he turn off North Pride back in the city. And you're the one who messed up things, not me. And don't be waving that damn gun around. "

She snorted. She rolled those flashing, fire-spitting eyes and placed one spiked-heeled foot next to Puma's on Scampy's chest. Scampy whimpered begging Puma to do something. Puma wasn't so inclined and ignored the ferret's whines. What he wasn't about to ignore was her snort directed at him. And that damn gun pointing in all directions as she waved her paw around in the air.

"I am following him," her foot nudged into Scampy's stomach eliciting another fit of whimpering from the quaking ferret, "and I've been following him for the last hour and he's been no where near North Pride."

She had straightened her shoulders slightly, held her well shaped head a bit more erect, and swallowed her nervousness almost silently. But, Puma had noticed the subtle shifts in her carriage, the mock bravery she projected with her stance, and the almost inaudible swallowing of her fear.

He opened his mouth to tell her that he'd been following his prey from the moment Scampy had left Foxy's Coop over three hours ago, but a soft sound alerted him that they were soon to be joined by others. His ears turned slightly in the direction the soft sound was coming from and he picked up the subtle sounds of the movement of at least two others. This is going from bad to worse!

Puma knew he could track Scampy down again. It wouldn't be as easy as this time, but hell, he valued his hide a hell of a lot more than sticking around for what he knew was headed their way. Besides, the female would be caught in the middle of the mess and whether she valued herself or not, the male of his species sure as hell did.

"I'd advise you to high-tail it, Scampy," Puma snarled as he grabbed the female's arm, dragging her toward him.

She lost her balance for a fraction of a second as he jerked her toward him and he felt her softness press into his body for the barest of seconds. That second was long enough. He felt a pair of full breasts flush against his chest and his body came roaring to life faster than it had ever before. Before the lump in his sheath could harden more, he felt her suddenly relax.

He felt the subtle shift of her weight. He shifted, his hand-paw still clamped around her arm and barely saved his rod from getting nailed by the shapely leg jerking upward. Damn, that was too close for comfort. He spun her around in his arms. Pulling her luscious rear against him, he placed his mouth against her ear.

"I wouldn't advise wasting time fighting me. I'd worry about them," he jerked his head toward the sound of feet, slapping against the wet pavement.

She froze, looking up at him, her ears now perked, her mouth slightly falling open. A shocked look flashed in her eyes for a heartbeat before she masked the look and nodded in understanding.

The ferret scampered to his feet looking confused, but relieved to be out from under the two cougar's feet. He wasted no time questioning his good luck or making his escape.

Puma didn't give his mystery Lady the chance to question him or his plans. He pulled her along as he sprinted back toward the main alley. And hopefully back to safety. If it was still there.

She ran gracefully at his side. Jumping and dodging around the litter strewn alley with a grace and fearlessness that Puma admired. He wondered fleetingly just what the hell she was doing in this part of the city. But, his wonderings were cut off as the sound of gun fire echoed in the alley and his hat went flying.

Bear was going to owe him big time over that one, that was his favorite damn hat. Puma switched to his instincts, shutting down his wandering brain and tuning everything out but the desire to get out of this alive. With his skin intact. And hopefully, with the female's life intact too.

Because he had one big thing to live for. He was going to kill Bear. If it was the last thing he did, and he hoped it wouldn't be.

Puma veered into a narrow alley just as more shots hit the wall where they would have been. He let go of the female's paw and yelled as he gathered him self for the leap.

"Jump the gate and be ready to ride."

He hoped she listen. Hoped she'd not hesitate. And hoped like hell she could ride a bike.

They leaped in unison as if they'd had it all planned out ahead of time. Well, he had, but then she didn't know that. Still , he was impressed once again by her ability.

Landing on all fours, Puma grabbed at a big box. Pushing and wrestling it over, he pulled the key from the pocket of his khakis and threw his leg over the Yamaha. He had to fight a grin when he heard her muttering about tight skirts and bikes. Then the loud sound of ripping material had him groaning. Glancing back as he released the stand, his eyes fastened on a long shapely leg nudging up along his rear. A leg now fully visible because of the split seam of the dark skirt that had once hidden them from his view. The sight and feel of that soft furred, feminine leg hugging tightly to his rear and thigh had his body stirring again.

"I'll give you a picture you can stare at later, get this thing in gear. Those Rats are shooting at us!" her arms locked around his waist tightly, her long legs pressed in tightly to his rear, and she flattened those big, full breasts into his back so hard he felt each nipple poking into the muscles of his back through his damn coat. He'd never before realized how sensitive his back's skin was before. But then again, he'd never had a body like hers pressed so hard against his back before either.

He revved the engine, leaned forward, and spared a glance back, "Your wish is my command, Honey. Hang on."

The bike shot forward and he opened the throttle more. Her body jerked back with the force, but she quickly leaned into him again. Her legs hugging in tightly to him. Her tail wrapping around his waist over her paws. Her heat penetrating through the fabric of his pants. He could feel her heat. Her scent drifted up around him. With every bump the bike took, her breasts crushed into his back. His body tightened and hardened in response.

Damn, he didn't know which was more painful.......getting shot, or riding a bike with a hard on.

He gunned the thing. The faster he got them out of here and back to Foxy's Coop, the faster he could get off this damn bike. The only problem was, before he got back there, he had to make up his mind which he wanted to do first.

Kill Bear for getting him in to this, or giving in to the urge that was most primal.....satisfying his hunger and burying himself between the warm legs gripping him so tightly.