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No Chance Chapter 15 copyright 2015 comidacomida

Courtney had objected to the extra care for the scratch on her forehead. When Abe started citing all different reasons why even 'such a small abrasion' needed looking after, she did ultimately give into his suggestion if for no reason other than to stop him from talking about horrible, flesh-eating bacteria. The Fox had already cleaned the wound and was just finishing the application of an adhesive bandage when Daryl found her.

The Panther's eyes were on her the moment he entered the door. "How are you, Courtney? Are you alright?"

She would have nodded but Abe's paws were still securing the medical strip. "Yes, Daryl... I'm fine."

Courtney had never been a good liar but usually Daryl was content to let her have her non-disclosure moments. When the Panther knelt before her and took one of his hands in his paws she realized that he wouldn't let it pass this time. "You don't look fine, hon. Abe, is everything okay?"

She shot a glance at the young Fox who locked eyes with her for just half a second before looking to Daryl. "Well... no concussion or anything... just a bump to the head."

Rex, who had been obediently seated quietly off to the side spoke up, suddenly reminding Courtney that he was there when he stated "She threw up but David didn't let me eat it. He said that people don't eat it... even though I wanted to eat it."

Courtney looked to the Labrador; his head was down, ears drooping slightly. Although she wanted to reassure him she couldn't think of anything that wasn't a completely out-of-her-mind response. Thankfully Daryl took over and countered with something just outlandish enough to break the tension. "Good. Courtney's going to be my wife, so if anyone's eating her vomit it'll be me. Fair enough?"

The Dog seemed confused by the laughter from everyone else in the room but it wasn't long before his tail was wagging. "Oh! Okay, Daryl. I know where Abe put it... I can go get it for you if you--"

The Panther held up a paw to stop the Dog mid-sentence. "It's alright, Rex... if I want it later I'm sure you can show me to it."

Abe gently drew his thumb across the final edge of the bandage and stepped back from Courtney, inspecting her for one more moment before he apparently decided his handiwork passed his quality check. The Fox glanced to the Dog. "Come on, Rex... Courtney needs to get some rest. We can let Daryl take it from here."

Daryl helped her up and kept a paw on her elbow to steady her despite her objections. "I'm fine, Daryl... I can walk."

The Panther remained next to her nevertheless; on one hand she found it charming, but she was also still shaken from her experience and she wasn't completely sure she was ready to-- the hug he gave her stopped her mind mid-thought and, before she knew it she was crying against his furry shoulder. She had needed it... she knew she did, but not until the moment he had done it. Daryl was, as always, perfect.

Many long moments passed before she felt she could speak up and, when she finally did, Daryl must have decided that she was fit for travel. He led her from the make-shift exam room as she began to explain herself. "I... I've never seen someone die before, Daryl... I've never seen... well.. any of that. And when he... when he turned back into a man... my God, Daryl... he turned back into a man."

The Panther kept her close, his right arm around her waist and left paw holding her right hand joined in front of them. "I know... David told me, and we're already trying to think about what it means."

She nodded, thumb idly drawing a line through the fur on his paw; when she first encountered her fiancé after the change the fact that he was covered in dark black fur had seemed alien and wrong... it was almost strange for her to think that his presence now brought her so much comfort and an act as simple as fingering his fur was almost meditation. "I'm glad David is here... between the two of you I'm sure you can find an answer."

Daryl chuckled softly, the sound punctuated with a background of purring. "To be honest, I think Abe is doing twice as much as the rest of us put together... but David IS the brains of the operation... he's keeping everyone coordinated and helping direct us. You're right though... he IS a smart man... er... well... Ferret, I guess you could say."

Courtney rolled her eyes, letting out a tik with her tongue as she slapped lightly at the paw she held. "I'm not happy about what happened, Daryl... but I'm glad at least something might come of it. I didn't even know there was anyone else here!"

Her fiancé came to a stop, pushing the door to her room open. Rather than seeing her into it and leaving, the Panther instead walked in with her and closed the door behind them. "That's something I wanted to talk to you about."

The two sat down on her bed and Daryl spent nearly two hours discussing far more than Courtney knew was going on. He explained that the accident that caused all of them to change had only a few casualties and that the vast majority of the lab's original workers and over half of the animals housed there were still alive... in Sub-Level 4. That was when she finally spoke up. "You mean like Abe and Dr. Singh."

Daryl's hesitant nod caught her attention and only served to accentuate his following carefully phrased words. "Most of them are more like Dr. Singh."

She fell even quieter, speaking softly as she reproached herself for not following the same advice she was reciting. "David warned me against exploring down there.... I just... heard a noise. I thought--"

The Panther extended an arm around her and pulled her close for a tight embrace. "I know, C-ney... you don't have to apologize... I just-- I want you safe."

Courtney closed her eyes and simply rested against Daryl. Being in his arms made her feel so loved... so cared for... so... safe. She took a deep breath of his familiar-yet-alien scent and felt as his paws softly kneaded her back through her sweater. The next words out of her mouth had been on her mind ever since Abe had ushered her away from the bloody hallway. "I can understand Fred."

The subtle shift in the Panther's muscles made Courtney realize that she'd said something that really caught his attention. He slowly disengaged so he could look her in the eyes, a hint of shame in them. "I talked to David about that too..."

She was not as much surprised at the announcement as she was about the apparent self-reproach his tone held when he said it. "Do you two... talk about me a lot?"

Daryl shrugged and tried his best at a good-humored grin, but Courtney could tell something was still eating at him... and she had a feeling he was going to say it. "Yes, we talk about a lot because you're usually what's on my mind."

The woman took hold of one of his paws. "Okay... that's sweet... So what did David say exactly?"

The Panther swallowed, taking his paw out of her hand as the claws on it extended and retracted. "He... thinks that I might have done that to you when we... when we were... intimate."

The announcement was enough to make her pause. Courtney knew that everyone most likely knew that she and Daryl were 'together', but since the initial shock from Rex's comments it had since stopped bothering her. What DID concern here was the significance. "So... you mean... that changed me? If that's the case... will I... I mean..."

Daryl was, as usual, able to read her mind. "David doesn't see any reason why he thinks you'll go through any big change."

She didn't miss the way that he didn't take hold of her hand again when his claws finally stopped their spasms. She ventured a guess as to what he was getting at. "But... until we know more you both think it would be best if we play it safe?"

The Panther's eyes looked into hers. His whiskers twitched faintly as if he was carefully weighing his next words. "I don't want anything to happen to you, C-ney... I love you, and I don't want--"

Courtney fought back an initial fiery response about being able to make her own decisions but she didn't miss the way Daryl recoiled faintly; he was ready for it. Instead, she reached out and took hold of his paw again. "I love you too, Daryl and I understand... safety first... right?"

Daryl nodded, obviously relieved that he wasn't going to have to try to argue the point; she usually won those arguments. Courtney reached for her purse and the Panther's ears raised. "What is--"

His voice failed him when she pulled out one of the condoms left from the box she'd purchased a week before Daryl's disappearance. "So now that THAT'S settled... what else?"

Daryl's slitted pupils followed the motion of her hand for just a moment before they snapped back to looking her in the eyes. "An escort."

She closed her purse. "A what?"

The Panther cleared his throat. "It would be a good idea to have someone around you. You're still not completely familiar with the base, and I know you said before that you're getting lonely with everyone off doing their own thing, so David and I figured it might help in all ways if you had--"

"A babysitter?"

Daryl's ears drooped, pulling back ever so slightly as he snorted. "That's not fair, and you know it."

Courtney sighed and rolled her eyes. "I know, Daryl... but it's not that big a deal. You can't be with me every hour of every day-- I get that, alright? You're trying to help find a cure or whatever and I'd get in the way... but 'an escort'? You make it sound like we're on a military base or something."

The Panther frowned as he sighed, looking away from her. "I'm starting to think it's actually more dangerous here... at least stored weapons don't break out of their rooms and attack people."

Despite the fact that Courtney always liked the way that Daryl considered himself her knight in shining armor she couldn't help but feel slighted at his suggestion that she have an escort. Regardless, what frustrated her more was the fact that she knew he wasn't wrong; if she'd had someone with her the chances were that Dr. Singh would not have died. Her hand went up to the bandage on her forehead. With a sigh she relented. "So... how will it work then? Are people following me around in shifts or something?"

Daryl's ears finally raised and his whiskers perked slightly. He held a paw out to her. "It's only for a little while... okay?"

She nodded, accepting the paw in both her hands and resting it on her leg. "I know... it's not as bad as I'm making it sound, right? Did you and David come up with some schedule on who's looking after me?"

Her attempt at humor wasn't missed and she felt a little better when she saw Daryl smile in response. "Actually, David thinks the best idea is for me to come up with one... and, for that, I wanted your input."

Courtney grinned devilishly as she rested her head against his shoulder. "Well... what about this afternoon you get to be my bodyguard? I'll be Whitney Houston and you can be Kevin Costner."

Daryl picked up on her playfulness right away and he growled softly in response, the sound mixed with a purr as he rolled over, pinning her on the bed. "And here I thought I'd be the perfect choice for the... 'night shift'."

She let out a laughing squeal as he nibbled his way down her neck, his whiskers tickling against her flesh. "You can do both."

His muzzle continued to trail lower, "Mmm... I like the sound of that."

Courtney was about to continue their banter but, just then it turned out that Daryl finally unlocked the secret of getting the button undone on her jeans. She gasped, biting her lips as his claws traced the outline of her hip as his fingers pulled them down. Her following breath gasped his name "Daryl..."

The Panther's head slid into the cleft between her legs and she bit her lip as she felt his purring in her thighs; a moment later his feline tongue pressed up against the already moist spot on her panties and a hot blast of his breath made her toes curl. His voice came out as a growl. "Mmmm... you smell... delicious."

There was a strange duality in the emotions that caused her heart to pick up speed... a sense of heart-pounding need laced with a hint of fear. She knew in her mind and her heart that Daryl would never hurt her but some deep, base instinct told her that he was a predator and that she should be afraid for her life. In that moment, however, as his claws tucked into the fabric of her panties and his eyes peeked over her body to stare up at her from his place between her legs, she knew which emotion won out; not even the feral desire burning in his slitted pupils was enough to make her want anything else.

Daryl's eyes disappeared as he lowered his gaze once again and she gripped the blankets with both hands as his nose buried itself into her groin. She gasped, arching her back at the first firm pass of his finely textured tongue as it delved between her folds and into her with surety and purpose. Courtney squirmed as her furry fiancé pressed his muzzle more fully against her and moaned when she felt his fangs brush against her skin, maw opened wide so he could press his tongue even deeper into her her.

The world spun as she felt heat flush across her body and, as Daryl began to rhythmically move his tongue with unrelenting eagerness she finally let go of the blanket so she could move one had to the top of his head and the other to her breast. Moaning constantly, Courtney felt as though her heart had gotten away from her. Pulse quickening, it was all she could do to keep from pulling Daryl's head even more powerfully against her as she crossed her legs behind his back and cried out in pure bliss. She gave into his ministrations as a powerful orgasm washed over her. "Oh God! Daryl... Oooohhhhh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

The room continued spinning for what felt like forever. Her heart continued to beat powerfully against her ribs and her breath came in quick gasps... each inhalation not only SMELLING of Daryl's bestial musk, but even TASTING of it. She looked down at her lover, who was gazing up from between her legs. There was a smile on his feline muzzle and his ear flicked playfully, almost managing to distract her from the hungry gleam in his eye. "Do you need to rest, sweetheart, or are you--"

She cut him off by gripping onto the short fur on the back of his head and, with gentle insistence pulled him up onto the bed with her. He seemed confused for a moment as he lay beside her until she slowly slid her body around so her head was resting against his loincloth. The almost cat-like mew he made when her fingers began undoing the belt was almost enough to make her laugh, but the response was forestalled when his muzzle slid back between her slickened thighs.

Courtney managed to undo Daryl's belt with little trouble and slid her hands into the plush fur of his groin. The Panther's member was already thick and hard, precum slathered all over it and the inside of the loincloth. His powerful paws pulled her sideways and onto him, her legs straddling his head with knees on either side of it as she nibbled from his belly button down (up?) to the base of his sheath. He had said that they should be careful and, while her first spark of inspiration had been to reciprocate on the oral sex, she knew that he was right... but, then again, he had always said she was VERY good with her hands.

From the moment she cupped his fuzzy sac in one hand his licking intensified. When she used two fingers to gently toy with his withdrawn sheath Daryl's tongue increased in tempo and pressure. By the time she had gently kneaded her way up to the tip of his turgid shaft he was working almost as fast as the pulses she felt against her fingers from his eager flesh. Even though Courtney had never been much of a fan of body odor he animalistic musk he extruded made her head swim in an almost hypnotic fashion and it was all she could do to keep herself steady as it, and Daryl's exquisite tongue brought her to a second climax.

The Panther's tongue stayed deep within her, swirling and licking at her spasming insides. She kept her hand moving, moaning and gasping through her orgasm, and she had just enough wherewithal to register the hardening of the barbs at the end of Daryl's penis. A moment later his muzzle finally came away from her vagina as he let out a roar and, at that second, his shaft erupted in her grasp. Having been overcome from her own release she had hardly even registered what was to follow.

A powerful first jet struck her index finger and immediately coated her entire hand. She stroked him, pulling her hand all the way back to his sheath and a second spray almost hit the door. A third and fourth followed suit and a fifth and sixth finally started to lessen the pressure. His hips finally lowered back to the mattress shortly thereafter and his throaty growl turned into a content purr. A few moments later and Courtney had slid around so that they could be face to face and they kissed... and it was... wonderful.

Courtney smiled to herself, resting her head against Daryl's furry chest. She closed her eyes, one hand resting on his abdomen as she made lazy circles through his fur with her fingers. It was impossible to deny that Daryl was different but, as she rested in his warm embrace, lulled into an almost hypnotic sense of peace and tranquility by his purring, she couldn't completely hate that it had happened. Courtney heard the sound of his lips pull back from his teeth as he grinned and, when he felt the velvety pad of one of his paws gently caress her still damp slit she realized why it was he was smiling.

The thick digit worked its way into her, moving with a precision and care that was entirely Daryl. She slid even closer to him, letting out a soft breath as one of her own hands moved down to his still-full sheath; it didn't take much to coax his flesh free of it, and she smiled when she realized that her hand's movement on his shaft were mirrored by him in the speed and intensity of his digit within her. When Daryl had been human he was often good for two or three rounds in an evening, but she knew from their previous intimate encounter that his new form could do more.

It was late afternoon by the time she had grown exhausted. She'd stopped counting at some point, and only knew that he was able to keep pace without much difficulty. In the end, she elected to call a conclusion to her lovemaking for no more straight-forward reason other than a little bit of chaffing and a whole lot of a mess. She threw on enough clothes to join Daryl in the hall as they made their way back to his office to use his shower. Daryl had just stepped into the shower when she came to a very clear conclusion. "That bed is going to need a professional cleaning now."

The Panther held out a paw to her, an obvious invitation to join him in the shower, and one she eagerly accepted. Daryl's paws began to travel up and down her body, sweeping away the remnant mess of their lovemaking. "Doesn't matter... you can just stay with me in the office... if you like."

Courtney turned around so she could press her lips to his muzzle. "I'd like that."

He shared in the kiss, not bothering to speak up until they finally disengaged. For good measure he pressed another kiss against her forehead. "I would too."

The shower was warm and calming and the company was all she could have hoped for. Courtney folded her arms around Daryl's feline body and he did the same with his on hers. Courtney was only halfway surprised when she felt the shaft slip free from his sheath with as much eagerness and vigor as it had when she'd first touched it that afternoon. Smiling to herself, she looked up at Daryl, who was gazing down at her with only a faint hint of embarrassment on his face.

She made it a point to prove to him that he didn't need to be embarrassed at all... not one bit.